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| Rachel |
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| Caitlyn |
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| Elizabeth |
Elizabeth, Caitlyn, and Rachel sat before their Japanese captors, Debuko and Chiyami, contemplating Debuko's words. "You work for us now," she had said in her heavily-accented English.
Sensing the confusion in her audience, Debuko added, "I explain later. Now time for Inducer." She turned and gestured at the door, and three soldiers walked in, each bearing a collar in his hand. They affixed a collar snugly to each of the Australian models, who didn't dare to fight back, then left.
"Good, good. We begin."
Debuko's address continued, but Elizabeth was overcome with a piercing headache and couldn't listen. She couldn't even look upwards at Debuko, who towered over her in tall, stiletto-heeled sandals. Elizabeth turned her head to the floor and shut her eyes before crying out in pain. She wasn't alone. Caitlyn and Rachel were each also making noises suggesting similar distress.
Then, a minute or so later, Elizabeth's pain stopped, and she felt calm. Rachel stopped screaming as well at this point. Caitlyn, though, continued to yelp. Elizabeth's eyes were still closed, but she could hear Japanese voices speaking, after which she felt movement to her side. Caitlyn's moaning grew more distant as she was taken from the room.
Tentatively, Elizabeth opened her eyes. Before her was the floor's nondescript carpet, framed by her blonde hair, which dangled and framed her field of vision. She had had her hair done days earlier, as part of an advertising campaign for shampoo. The hair still smelled good, Elizabeth thought. That made sense, as Elizabeth's locks were among her features most prized by advertisers and the Australian public writ large, in part because she took such good care of it. Many would-be models emulated her blonde color and body - it was, in some ways, one of the paragons of Australian beauty.
Somehow, Elizabeth knew that she should remain prone. With nothing else to look at,she examined the floor, seeing some fraying carpet fibres and a grease spot or two. She eventually noticed, barely poking out from under the blonde hairs, a big toe. She had put her hair down on top of one of her captor's feet, she realized, and immediately lifted her head up to free the foot and avoid antagonizing the captor. Or at least, that's what she intended to do. Somehow, during the moment between her realization and her decision to act, she was waylaid by an interest in the toe.
Australians stopped wearing open-toed shoes years earlier, in part an act of cultural differentiation from Japan and other countries. Showing off one's feet outside of a beach or pool was, in fact, considered a major faux pas. Elizabeth had never worn sandals herself or seen the bare foot of someone outside of her family. But she found herself intrigued by the toe in front of her. It was of olive-complexion, several shades darker than Elizabeth's pinkish hue. The nail shone with polish, a somewhat-natural-looking purple at the base, with a line of white across the square top, a pattern akin to the French manicure style Elizabeth was familiar with.
The owner of the foot lifted it and moved it further into Elizabeth's field of vision, stomping on more of her hair in the process. Spasms of pain led Elizabeth to lower her head further and thereby reduce the pressure of her pulled hair. Lowering her head also let her get closer to the foot. It was clearly Debuko's, Elizabeth realized as she saw the strap running along the top of the foot. Each toe was similarly polished. They were each long and slender, she noticed. The second toe bore a golden ring that perfectly complemented the length and complexion of the toe. The overall presentation of the foot was, Elizabeth thought, not unattractive, despite the revulsion she instinctively felt around feet.
Debuko lifted her foot again, placing it directly in front of Elizabeth's face. This time, the trampled hair forced Elizabeth's face right next to the foot. It occupied all of her field of vision. Up close, the foot looked soft and radiant, downright glamorous, even. "Could my feet every look this beautiful?" Elizabeth wondered, as desire to feel the foot mounted inside her. Without thinking, Elizabeth moved her face onto the foot's top, just to see what it felt like. It was indeed soft and well-moisturized. Elizabeth could smell the floral tones of lotions. The foot was also warm, like Elizabeth's skin sometimes felt out in the sun. She felt her panties moisten. Was she actually getting aroused by a foot? A woman's foot? She was 100% straight, and she certainly shared her culture's aversion to feet, she thought.
Struck by what she had just done, Elizabeth pulled her head back, only to feel the pain of her trampled hair. The foot itself did not change position, though Debuko began to wriggle her toes. The motion was hypnotic. After a moment of hesitation, Elizabeth was drawn back down to the foot. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, running it along the top of the second toe, over the toe ring. The moistening of her panties gave way to full-fledged wetness - the eroticism of the moment was through the roof.
Elizabeth continued to lap at the tops of Debuko's wriggling toes. She heard a giggle from above, and Debuko lifted her foot. Elizabeth understood that this was her opportunity to grasp the foot for better worshiping. Without a thought, that's what she did - one hand on the lengthy heel of the sandal, the other under the sole, guiding the toes into Elizabeth's eager mouth. Any trepidation she may have once had over feet, or of being aroused by a woman, was in the distant past. Debuko's feet were among the most beautiful aspects to any human Elizabeth had ever seen. She belonged down there, worshiping those gorgeous toes.
Debuko was able to communicate to her without words. A slight maneuver of the foot, and Elizabeth knew to run her tongue in between the toes and along the bottom, savoring slight taste of sweat and leather. Another gesture and Elizabeth knew to kiss all along the instep before licking the bottom of the shoe and sucking on the heel as lewdly as she'd ever done anything in her life. A final motion led Elizabeth to undo the tiny straps holding the sandal in place and to press the soft, aromatic sole to her face. The texture was divine, and with the toes surrounding her nose, Elizabeth was able to enjoy the confluence of smells acrid and flowery.
"You good girl," Debuko said, after minutes of silence. The approval sent shock waves of pleasure through Elizabeth's body. "You help us."
"Yes, I help you..." Elizabeth looked up at her captor. She looked like a giant in stature. Elizabeth was awakened to the fact of Debuko's beauty - the lithe, tan limbs, the flowing gown, the dark and shimmering hair, and even the Asiatic features of her eyes. Australia regarded Elizabeth as a beauty, but, she realized now, she was nothing compared to her captor. With reverence, she maintained eye contact with Debuko as she slowly ran her tongue from heel to toe.
"Good, you both understand."
Elizabeth was reminded that her friend Rachel was also in the room. Looking over for the first time, Elizabeth observed Rachel fervently worshiping the foot of the other captor, Chiyami, who sat in an office chair. Chiyami's bare foot bore deep tan lines corresponding to the straps of her Teva sandals. With a smile, Rachel ran her tongue along the tan lines. Chiyami held Rachel's left foot in her lap. She undid the laces of Rachel's sneaker, then pulled off the shoe and sock. Rachel's foot bore the tan lines one would expect from a lifetime of wearing closed-toe shoes. Her toenails were unpolished and uncared for. Chiyami tossed the sneaker and sock to the side casually and produced another Teva sandal. She affixed it to Rachel's bare foot, adjusting the series of velcro straps as needed, then repeated the process with the other foot. Rachel's breathing turned heavy and purposeful. She was clearly aroused herself.
Elizabeth was transfixed by the sequence of events and didn't notice Debuko remove her foot from Elizabeth's grip. When Debuko returned moments later, she had a chair and a pair of Tevas. "You turn now," she said as she reached for Elizabeth's boot-clad foot. Elizabeth shuddered with pleasure as she was fitted with her first pair of sandals.
Then, a minute or so later, Elizabeth's pain stopped, and she felt calm. Rachel stopped screaming as well at this point. Caitlyn, though, continued to yelp. Elizabeth's eyes were still closed, but she could hear Japanese voices speaking, after which she felt movement to her side. Caitlyn's moaning grew more distant as she was taken from the room.
Tentatively, Elizabeth opened her eyes. Before her was the floor's nondescript carpet, framed by her blonde hair, which dangled and framed her field of vision. She had had her hair done days earlier, as part of an advertising campaign for shampoo. The hair still smelled good, Elizabeth thought. That made sense, as Elizabeth's locks were among her features most prized by advertisers and the Australian public writ large, in part because she took such good care of it. Many would-be models emulated her blonde color and body - it was, in some ways, one of the paragons of Australian beauty.
Somehow, Elizabeth knew that she should remain prone. With nothing else to look at,she examined the floor, seeing some fraying carpet fibres and a grease spot or two. She eventually noticed, barely poking out from under the blonde hairs, a big toe. She had put her hair down on top of one of her captor's feet, she realized, and immediately lifted her head up to free the foot and avoid antagonizing the captor. Or at least, that's what she intended to do. Somehow, during the moment between her realization and her decision to act, she was waylaid by an interest in the toe.
Australians stopped wearing open-toed shoes years earlier, in part an act of cultural differentiation from Japan and other countries. Showing off one's feet outside of a beach or pool was, in fact, considered a major faux pas. Elizabeth had never worn sandals herself or seen the bare foot of someone outside of her family. But she found herself intrigued by the toe in front of her. It was of olive-complexion, several shades darker than Elizabeth's pinkish hue. The nail shone with polish, a somewhat-natural-looking purple at the base, with a line of white across the square top, a pattern akin to the French manicure style Elizabeth was familiar with.
The owner of the foot lifted it and moved it further into Elizabeth's field of vision, stomping on more of her hair in the process. Spasms of pain led Elizabeth to lower her head further and thereby reduce the pressure of her pulled hair. Lowering her head also let her get closer to the foot. It was clearly Debuko's, Elizabeth realized as she saw the strap running along the top of the foot. Each toe was similarly polished. They were each long and slender, she noticed. The second toe bore a golden ring that perfectly complemented the length and complexion of the toe. The overall presentation of the foot was, Elizabeth thought, not unattractive, despite the revulsion she instinctively felt around feet.
Debuko lifted her foot again, placing it directly in front of Elizabeth's face. This time, the trampled hair forced Elizabeth's face right next to the foot. It occupied all of her field of vision. Up close, the foot looked soft and radiant, downright glamorous, even. "Could my feet every look this beautiful?" Elizabeth wondered, as desire to feel the foot mounted inside her. Without thinking, Elizabeth moved her face onto the foot's top, just to see what it felt like. It was indeed soft and well-moisturized. Elizabeth could smell the floral tones of lotions. The foot was also warm, like Elizabeth's skin sometimes felt out in the sun. She felt her panties moisten. Was she actually getting aroused by a foot? A woman's foot? She was 100% straight, and she certainly shared her culture's aversion to feet, she thought.
Struck by what she had just done, Elizabeth pulled her head back, only to feel the pain of her trampled hair. The foot itself did not change position, though Debuko began to wriggle her toes. The motion was hypnotic. After a moment of hesitation, Elizabeth was drawn back down to the foot. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, running it along the top of the second toe, over the toe ring. The moistening of her panties gave way to full-fledged wetness - the eroticism of the moment was through the roof.
Elizabeth continued to lap at the tops of Debuko's wriggling toes. She heard a giggle from above, and Debuko lifted her foot. Elizabeth understood that this was her opportunity to grasp the foot for better worshiping. Without a thought, that's what she did - one hand on the lengthy heel of the sandal, the other under the sole, guiding the toes into Elizabeth's eager mouth. Any trepidation she may have once had over feet, or of being aroused by a woman, was in the distant past. Debuko's feet were among the most beautiful aspects to any human Elizabeth had ever seen. She belonged down there, worshiping those gorgeous toes.
Debuko was able to communicate to her without words. A slight maneuver of the foot, and Elizabeth knew to run her tongue in between the toes and along the bottom, savoring slight taste of sweat and leather. Another gesture and Elizabeth knew to kiss all along the instep before licking the bottom of the shoe and sucking on the heel as lewdly as she'd ever done anything in her life. A final motion led Elizabeth to undo the tiny straps holding the sandal in place and to press the soft, aromatic sole to her face. The texture was divine, and with the toes surrounding her nose, Elizabeth was able to enjoy the confluence of smells acrid and flowery.
"You good girl," Debuko said, after minutes of silence. The approval sent shock waves of pleasure through Elizabeth's body. "You help us."
"Yes, I help you..." Elizabeth looked up at her captor. She looked like a giant in stature. Elizabeth was awakened to the fact of Debuko's beauty - the lithe, tan limbs, the flowing gown, the dark and shimmering hair, and even the Asiatic features of her eyes. Australia regarded Elizabeth as a beauty, but, she realized now, she was nothing compared to her captor. With reverence, she maintained eye contact with Debuko as she slowly ran her tongue from heel to toe.
"Good, you both understand."
Elizabeth was reminded that her friend Rachel was also in the room. Looking over for the first time, Elizabeth observed Rachel fervently worshiping the foot of the other captor, Chiyami, who sat in an office chair. Chiyami's bare foot bore deep tan lines corresponding to the straps of her Teva sandals. With a smile, Rachel ran her tongue along the tan lines. Chiyami held Rachel's left foot in her lap. She undid the laces of Rachel's sneaker, then pulled off the shoe and sock. Rachel's foot bore the tan lines one would expect from a lifetime of wearing closed-toe shoes. Her toenails were unpolished and uncared for. Chiyami tossed the sneaker and sock to the side casually and produced another Teva sandal. She affixed it to Rachel's bare foot, adjusting the series of velcro straps as needed, then repeated the process with the other foot. Rachel's breathing turned heavy and purposeful. She was clearly aroused herself.
Elizabeth was transfixed by the sequence of events and didn't notice Debuko remove her foot from Elizabeth's grip. When Debuko returned moments later, she had a chair and a pair of Tevas. "You turn now," she said as she reached for Elizabeth's boot-clad foot. Elizabeth shuddered with pleasure as she was fitted with her first pair of sandals.
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