LOST - Kate Prisoner of the Others.

[LOST] KATE AUSTEN - PRISONER OF THE OTHERS

Kate’s Re-Capture [synopsis]

After running for such a long time through the jungle, Kate was eventually captured by some of The Others. Unfortunately for her, she had made the mistake of running right into their trap, they had many men positioned stealthily with guns and as she ran into their radar they encircled her. Knowing she was completely outnumbered and also very exhausted from the prolonged chase, Kate did the only sensible thing she could and threw down her handgun. She knew the game was up yet again; you could see this from the tired and beaten expression on her face as The Others slowly moved in and began to rope her up. Kate’s arms were harshly pulled behind her back and then her wrists were tightly bound with thick rope. The Others were acting like a bunch of wild animals pawing and pushing their female captive around like a piece of meat. One of them began to start fastening a leather dog collar around her slim neck making sure it was pretty tight and restrictive. Next they fastened a leash to her dog collar and started laughing to each other as they did it. The Others were satisfied they had Kate safely secured and started to frogmarch her, taunting and laughing at her, some of The Others were pushing her forward which made her lose her footing and stumble as she tried to walk onwards, all the while they continued dragging her back through the jungle by the leash all the way to their camp and Kate knew she was in for a very punishing difficult time in captivity yet again…

Kate Born to Run into a trap [story introduction]

Kate had already spent a few days in captivity with The Others before this escape attempt. Those three days had been a horrible experience for her and the idea of captivity was her worst nightmare. Kate hated being in one place for a long period of time; she loved the open road, particularly hiking through vast landscapes for hundreds of miles on foot, she was a free spirit who appreciated her freedom and movement very much. But here on this island, she was in the one place where she had nowhere to run or escape to; the vast ocean that surrounded the entire island ensured that Kate’s movements were very limited indeed. There was to be no more drifting long distances and especially no real sense of freedom. This psychological torment was increased when Kate discovered the island was controlled by a powerful and organised group of people known as The Others. This group didn’t take too kindly to strangers running freely around ‘their’ island without ‘their’ permission. Not only was Kate’s movement restricted by being on the island, but every single day she was constantly looking over her shoulder and hoping that The Others wouldn’t find her, it was a miserable existence being hunted constantly day in and day out and hoping that she was lucky enough to get to keep her freedom for yet another day.

However, it wasn’t long before Kate did do something stupid which inevitably led to her eventual capture. She had been walking through the jungle and chanced upon a small doll which lay on the ground, as she crouched down to pick it up, she triggered a snare net which came out from underneath her feet in a matter of seconds and before she could even react or escape, she was bagged. The next thing she knew she was hoisted up in the air until the realisation hit home that she was trapped extremely tightly inside a thick rope net. Kate could barely move a muscle; she was well and truly trussed up inside the net, each and every struggle just made her more and more tired and the ropes would dig into her skin. Eventually she gave up hope of escaping and waited, she was still there overnight. It only took until the next morning for The Others to find her, they laughed as they looked up at the sweaty dirty 25-year-old woman tightly imprisoned in the punishing net trap like a stuck animal unable to even move. She certainly looked like a woman who had spent the last two and a half months trying to evade capture on the island; her clothes were sweaty and dirty, soil had dried into her skin, she had beautiful freckles but they were hidden by grime, soil and sweat. Her hair was dirty and all over the place, it had become sticky and sweaty and covered some of her face. Her expression was one of total defeat and resignation, she looked tired and weary, beaten and deflated, as if she was just waiting to be ensnared. There was certainly no resistance from her when they cut down the snare net and pulled her out, she seemed weak and looked weary, it was as though she needed to eat a good meal and get rest.

One of The Others pulled out a long needle and carefully injected her in the arm with it, immediately causing her to pass out quickly. After completing this procedure, they quickly tied her arms and legs and placed her inside a burlap sack, which was then tied at the top securely with more rope and then they headed back to their camp.

Kate in custody

Once in captivity, The Others had allowed Kate a quick morning shower followed by a decent breakfast, which consisted of a simple cereal with plenty of milk, followed by some wholemeal toast and pineapple fruit juice. Once she had finished, they took her to a room and began to do tests on her such as taking her blood pressure and measuring her weight, height and many other tests that Kate found quite unsettling and strange. The Others were satisfied; she hadn’t suffered any ill health while in the jungle or picked up any nasty bites or viruses. She was clean and healthy, but Kate herself was still very suspicious over The Others intentions of what to do with her and she waited for a chance to escape.

The Others came and walked Kate through a corridor and into a cramped room with a small Perspex chamber. The chamber was opened and Kate was thrown inside, the chamber then closed and effectively locked. Kate began to panic and scream from inside what looked like an airtight chamber, but it was in actuality a safe breathing environment. The chamber was very stuffy and almost completely soundproof. Kate’s screams were just about audible to anyone who was stood outside of the chamber.

“Hey, let me out of here, I don’t belong here, let me go home. Please listen to me!”

Kate was smacking hard on the glass with her fists and screaming furiously, unaware that any noise she was making in the chamber was very quiet to those in the room and very much silent to anybody outside the room. Some of The Others found this quite humorous and one woman in particular found it extremely amusing. Her name was Juliet and she stood patiently watching Kate with great fascination and curiosity.

Kate becomes Juliet’s plaything

Juliet was one of the main authority figures within the hierarchy of The Others. Kate had been brought to the island by the hand of fate. Once Juliet saw how beautiful and cute Kate was, she knew she had to have her all to herself. Juliet watched Kate bang on the glass, shouting and pleading for her freedom and it gave Juliet a huge rush of power knowing she had full control over Kate’s destiny. Each time she looked into Kate’s eyes, her body twitched with pleasure, Juliet just adored Kate’s sweaty facial expressions and how her eyes radiated both submissiveness and a feisty glow at the same time. Juliet knew that Kate possessed one of those types of faces that she would take immense pleasure in looking at when Kate was being forced to lick the sweat from her feet. That look of resentment and hatred for Juliet as she is made to lick with a full tongue extension all the way across her sole and then afterwards the expression of utter disgust and contempt from the punishing taste of sweat in her mouth, but knowing full well she has no choice but to continue. There was great anticipation and relish at the sheer amount of control and power she exerted over her prisoner and certainly with no possible way out for Kate. From here on in things would only get more disgusting for Kate, different variations would be added to the daily schedule of foot torture, particularly food and spitting. Juliet knew Kate had a sweaty face; it deserved nothing more than to spend a lot of time under her feet and the more disgusted and repulsed Kate would get by this, the more and more Juliet would get turned on and respond by spitting all over her face, particularly her nose and mouth and then spend a good couple of hours smearing all the spit into her sweaty face with her stinky feet until it dried in the pores of her skin and then passing her on to Charlotte.

“I’m going to enjoy this Katie,” said Juliet to herself quietly as she looked at her toy.

“Why are you doing this?” Kate shouted from inside the claustrophobic chamber. But her voice was very faint and a complete waste of vocal energy. She looked very confused and upset with her current predicament, looking much like a trapped fly confined in an upside down glass, although in reality this glass was much smaller.

Juliet walked slowly towards the chamber smiling ever so smugly and waving her finger side to side and nodding so that Kate could see it through the looking glass.

“Naughty Naughty Kate, someone is going to have to teach you some manners, together with some very long lessons in obedience. I know how much you like to run, to feel that warm sun and cool outdoors breeze on your pretty little face. But you’re a very naughty girl who did some very naughty things; we have your file, your real name is Katherine Anne Austen and you’re wanted for murder, fraud, arson and a bunch of other stuff. You’re a fugitive and right now that puts you in a very precarious position, we know where you are, we could call the feds and you would find yourself in a different prison. But we don’t want to call them unless we are forced to Kate.” Juliet looked at Kate while she spoke and slowly nodded her head.

“If you don’t comply Kate, we turn you in and you spend the rest of your living days rotting in prison. There are people here who need you Kate they want to use you. I want you to acknowledge that we hold all the cards right now; you don’t have a leg to stand on and in due course, you will know that I mean it literally when I say that.”

Kate stared directly into Juliet’s eyes with a look of thunder on her face, her teeth were gritted stubbornly. She knew the file was true, but it infuriated her to know they had the power to use that against her, it made her angry and helpless at the same time. She looked at Juliet with a mixture of despair and confusion on her face.

“What do you mean use me?” Kate yelled at Juliet, but the dominant blonde woman casually ignored her incensed curiosity and continued to cruelly taunt her fresh prey.

“I know you can hear me Kate, the chamber you currently reside in is able to pick up sound clearly. I understand the frustration you must be feeling right now I really do. But this will all be easier if you just accept the situation, accept that you are not in a position to get what you want or even in a situation to get to where you want to go.”

Kate did not even respond to this, she just continued to stare aggressively in Juliet’s direction and gave the inkling that if she could escape, she would pounce on Juliet like a wild animal and start a very nasty catfight. But this animal was contained well.

“I know you want to hurt me Kate, but I promise you if you try to do anything stupid here you will regret it very much. Like I said, there are people here who want to use you, for a woman with your looks, there could be many reasons why they see you as a priceless possession. I personally only need you for one thing and you will make me very happy to do that one thing on a regular basis. You see my feet; well they get rather sweaty and stinky very often indeed and I require someone who will clean them on a daily basis and because I like your face so much Kate, I have selected you to be my regular day-to-day foot cleaning slave. I know it is only a basic cleaning vacancy but I’m more than happy to start you immediately, you wont earn a wage, it will be done for free, you are cheap labour for me. But you are a criminal Kate, maybe we can call this little arrangement a long term community service for all the naughty things you have done during your life.”

“LET ME GO! LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID BITCH!” Kate was certainly a feisty one thought Juliet. This was what Juliet really wanted, a girl who was rebellious and willing to fight against her slavery, always looking for a way out, always trying to gain the upper hand. Kate was an animal she was going to have some real fun taming.

Before Kate’s arrival, Juliet had to make do with Alex. Alex was only a young girl herself, but Juliet had grown rather bored with her because Alex had consented to lesbian slavery, she had become so submissive and compliant and there was no fight in her. Juliet liked to see her victims fight until the end and really struggle against what they were being made to do for her because when they ultimate lost the battle; they would always convey that particular facial expression which oozed defeat and complete and utter surrender, which Juliet really adored and especially when their tongues were out and between her toes. Kate would certainly not want to consent to being dehumanised.

“Katie dear, you gave up your right to freedom and fresh air when you started blowing houses up and killing people and committing stupid felonies. It is those stupid mistakes, which put you where you are today, here in our custody. We are a difficult community to please Kate, we expect you to do what we say and when we say, you will abide by our rules. We are patient people Kate; we know it will take time for you to come to terms with where you are and more time to learn that you can’t do anything of your own free will much longer or go wherever you want again possibly for the rest of your life. So on behalf of the DHARMA Initiative, I’d like to welcome you to your new prison, our panopticon if you will, get used to this Katie because you are never ever going to get out of it. This island is your home forever.”

Kate’s sentence [day one]

Kate’s eyes opened, was it all a bad dream? It took her eyes a little while to adjust to being awake again. She felt warm and comfortable in her bed, but as she tried to reach down to her left thigh to scratch a small itch, her hand remained immobile.

“What’s going on?” Kate was puzzled until she looked downwards and then she saw to her horror that it wasn’t a bad dream. She had been strapped down to her bed like a patient in a mental hospital. Almost every part of her was tightly strapped down with thick brown belts to the bed; she could barely move a limb or get a part of her body free from the bondage. After struggling hopelessly for a while, she stopped and just lay there in the bed staring upwards towards the ceiling with a completely vacant expression on her face, it was a stare of pure monotony and despair. The ceiling wasn’t that far up, maybe only about seven metres higher than her bed. The first thing Kate noticed was the camera attached to the ceiling corner, which remained motionless and completely focused on her. Seeing the camera really started to make Kate feel annoyed and frustrated.

“You got nothing better to do than spy on people? You’re sick; all of you are twisted people. Let me out of this place, LET ME OUT OF THIS SICK PLACE,” Kate started thrashing like mad to escape from her binds and began screaming endless expletives at the camera; there was no containing her pure hot rage.

From the other side of the camera lens, Juliet’s eyes were transfixed on Kate struggling to escape free from underneath her microscope.

“Isn’t she beautiful when she struggles Charlotte?” Juliet was with her friend Charlotte Staples Lewis. Charlotte had a very aristocratic sounding English accent and responded back to her American friend with equal glee and sadistic merriment.

“Definitely, you’re a very lucky girl Juliet, when you’ve had your fun with her, pass her over to me, I have a pair of sweaty feet I need servicing on a ‘regular’ basis.”

The two of them laughed about it. Both women loved having the power and control to dominate freely the lives of other people. They talked about Kate as if they were fighting over a toy, that’s how they saw her, as a toy to be dominated. Charlotte and Juliet were both powerful rich women who looked down on Kate as scum. As far as they were concerned, her only purpose was to be the plaything of rich dominant women such as themselves. Their pleasure came from having personal foot slaves.

“It is playtime for me now Charlotte, I will let you know how it goes. My feet are feeling really worn today, they really stink an awful lot.” Juliet smirked as she spoke.

“I’ll have to trust you on that one Jules, maybe Kate herself will tell me whether they stink or not later on,” Charlotte grinned back at her equally cruel friend and then they both suddenly broke into laughter.

Once their amusement had died down, they walked their separate ways. Charlotte had a personal arrangement herself, she was going to pay a visit to a new prisoner, recently captured out in the jungle by some of The Others, her name was Claire Littleton, she was a very young and cute looking Australian girl. Charlotte was looking forward to seeing Claire for the very first time, in the flesh. For Claire, her introduction to Charlotte was going to be a long and sweaty affair and Miss Lewis wanted to oversee her induction personally. The Others had warned Charlotte that Claire was a feisty young thing and wouldn’t do something she didn’t want to do without one hell of a fight. Charlotte thought “good, I like a good fight, especially where I win.” Charlotte was such a smug arrogant bitch and extremely dominant.

Juliet walked the other way heading towards the punishment cells where Kate was being kept as a prisoner. There were guards standing all around the corridor holding menacing guns. Every so often, Juliet had to open a locked prison door to carry on through the complex fortress. There were cameras stationed on most areas of the ceiling, each covering different angles and perspectives to ensure that any prisoner trying to make a daring break for freedom could be tracked immediately, enabling The Others to pre-plan a strategy and effectively block off any hope of escape. It was a successful strategy.

The punishment station was known as “The Spider” and was situated underground meaning the lighting on the corridors was quite dark and eerie. The Others called this station the Spider because they compared the captivity cells with that of a spider’s web; it was a highly technical prison maze. Captives were truly like flies in webs down here, cocooned and restricted in their uncomfortable beds, monitored and controlled at all times and punished very often and it was usually the female members of The Others who did the punishing, foot torture being most of the menu. In fact, foot worship was all three, starter, main course and then a dessert.

Females captured by The Others would be made to undergo strict personality tests and very occasionally some were actually recruited as members rather than having to spend the remainder of their lives as slaves. Some of The Others thought Kate would make a worthy recruit, but Juliet and Charlotte had overruled The Others, as they thought of her more as a slave even though she had some naturally dominating qualities. For now, Kate was to be utilised for prolonged foot worship and service.

A while ago, The Others had captured two of The Losties and recruited them both into their ranks as they were on the list. Both of these women, Shannon Rutherford and Sun-Hwa Kwon possessed all the attributes and personality traits needed by The Others and they almost immediately became strong authority figures in the group after being approved by Juliet.

Meanwhile, Juliet continued to walk purposefully through the long underground complex while navigating through three bolted prison doors on the way, which she locked behind her for security purposes. She only had to walk twenty yards further to reach a large bolted steel door. The door was identical to the many other bolted steel doors; only this particular door was unique because the card slot at the top of this door gave a strong clue concerning the inhabitant of this room. Juliet smiled wryly to herself as she read the name, which was written in clear black lettering.

[PUNISHMENT CELL 15]

--KATE AUSTEN--

Juliet reached for the keys that were hanging off her waist belt. These keys had jingled noisily all the way walking here. She also had a pair of Professional Police Hinged Handcuffs and a Stun Gun attached to her belt for safety purposes, but she found this equipment could be used for other pleasurable reasons, mainly restraint.

She used the key and began to unlock a High Security 70mm Square Steel Padlock from the heavy-duty sliding bolt that was locked in place. This was an extremely secure padlock that worked well with the steel door and bolt and ensured that escape was utterly impossible for any prisoner. The Spider station was truly like Alcatraz and Kate must have learnt quickly that there was no beautiful window view, no glimpse of fresh air, no square miles of walking space, all she had was her claustrophobic [20ft length x 20ft width x 12ft height] bondage cell with no outside view, only cold solid expressionless walls which housed cameras that voyeuristically monitored her 24 hours a day as she lay strapped in her bed, unable to do anything but stare and think, yearning for freedom as she pondered her unlucky fate as a prisoner of The Others.

Juliet unlocked the padlock and took it off and then locked it to a padlock holder, she then placed the keys onto a wall hook. She slowly unbarred the bolt and pushed the steel door open, which took some effort. She walked into the cell and slammed the door shut behind her; she could then hear one of the outside guards re-locking the bolt. This was not to trap Juliet; it was done to maintain the security of Kate Austen.

There she was, just as the camera had shown earlier, an entangled Kate lying in a special restraint bed, which also operated as a gurney for moving prisoners. Juliet just stood there motionless scrutinising Kate for maybe ten seconds before speaking.

“Hi Kate.” Juliet greeted her prisoner cheerfully, but Kate didn’t respond, she just continued to stare into space with a vacant expression etched on her young beautiful face. She had noticed Juliet walk in, but was still in total shock at her predicament.

“I see we’re not struggling now. It’s probably best that you don’t struggle, seeing as it wouldn’t do you any good. If you behave, I can maybe arrange for you to see Jack.” Juliet teased Kate and as she did, Kate’s eyes lit up like a house on fire. Juliet knew that mentioning Jack’s name would get Kate riled and frustrated even more and sure enough it had worked a treat.

“Why are you keeping me here? What have I done? Unstrap me and let me see Jack!” Kate had finally come out of her trance and snapped at Juliet with all the venom and frustration that had built up within her since her capture.

Juliet was not intimidated and to prove it, she slowly and casually walked over to Kate and climbed onto the bed and began to crawl up across the bed duvet until she was effectively straddling Kate’s chest and satisfied in finding herself a comfortable position she put her weight down. This left Kate absolutely shocked and infuriated and she tried to lift her arms to throw her fists at Juliet and thrashed wildly trying to shake Juliet’s body weight off her stomach, but it was no use. Juliet kept her body firmly pressed down on top of Kate; it was easy to physically keep control of her, as she was held with thick leather brown straps. Kate gritted her teeth furiously, but finally relented when she realised trying to push Juliet off was completely pointless.

“You are in no position to make orders Kate. If you remember correctly, you’re a fugitive. I was going to bring your file here and humiliate you a little, but I figured I would rather humiliate you in a different way.” Juliet’s voice was both calm and ruthless at the same time and her taunts only served to fuel Kate’s anger even more.

“What do you mean humiliate me?” Kate angrily snapped back demanding a reply.

“You know exactly what I mean Kate.” Juliet responded ambiguously, but answered her own question by slowly removing one of her brown leather high heel shoes and proceeded to stretch her foot and move her toes right in front of Kate’s face. This caused Kate to become rather irritated.

“What are you doing?” Kate seemed to maintain her focus on the high heel shoe when she spoke, but it was more a defensive instinct, as if she thought that Juliet was going to beat or hit her with it.

“What I want Kate, is for you to lick my feet. No, let me rephrase that. I demand that you ‘Kate Austen’ lick my feet.” Juliet’s voice was so calm and soft, yet at the same time it was so incredibly demeaning and dominant and as if she was talking down to an animal or a child. But she didn’t want to let Kate answer her just yet.

“No, wait Kate. Can I do something to you; well I say ‘can I’, I mean I’m not really asking for your permission. I like your face Kate, I am going to introduce myself to you properly.” Juliet could hardly contain herself; she was looking at Kate as a complete object of lust and couldn’t resist her face. Juliet began to slowly lean forward until she was face-to-face with Kate, looking directly into her cute eyes for a few seconds and Kate looked quite scared. Juliet then opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Juliet then used her full tongue and began to lick Kate’s face from her chin, up over her mouth and up towards her nose, over her nose and between her eyes, her flat tongue finishing by running up over the sweat on Kate’s forehead. Of course, Kate was completely disgusted and tried to move her face away from Juliet, but her head was bound to the spot. A trail of Juliet’s saliva was left up the centre of Kate’s face and it caused her to react with utter disgust and revulsion.

“Pffftttt erghh…” Kate’s face became bitter and she spat out any traces of Juliet’s saliva from off her lips, she looked horrified.

Juliet had just licked Kate’s face as if she was basting a piece of fresh meat. But Kate’s facial features were absolutely stunningly beautiful and so difficult to resist; this animal was so young, innocent and curious, full of such expression of how she was feeling. Juliet wanted to see Kate’s face as a girl who had been completely vanquished, but that would happen later when Juliet planned to inflict slow tantalising and teasing foot torture. The slowest, most prolonged foot worship. It was a concept designed by The Others.

The Others possessed devious contraptions that were designed specifically to deprive Kate of her senses or actually increase her sense of smell and taste. They had equipment to enforce breath control and of course most importantly, they had equipment, which would force Kate to worship sweaty feet against her will, such as O-Ring Gags and Dental Gags. Extreme feet gagging and eating dead foot skin and snipped toenails would all be incorporated gradually into Kate’s servitude over time.

Juliet and her sadistic friends had so many variations in which to torment Kate and now Claire Littleton too. Every single day a new variation applied, the end result always the same for Kate or any prisoner – The Taste And Tart Smell Of Foot Sweat.

“Do you like ‘tongue’s’ Kate?” Juliet posed the question to her prisoner Miss Austen.

“NO, I DON’T LIKE YOURS, STAY AWAY FROM ME I SWEAR I’LL…” Kate was shouting furiously but an unfazed Juliet interrupted her from speaking by pushing her brown leather high heel shoe into her face causing Kate to squirm and struggle even more.

“You’ll what Kate? You’ll hurt me? Do you really think you’re in a position to be making threats? I asked if you like ‘tongues’ Kate because don’t you think it is a beautiful thing to be able to taste? I mean if you had no taste, how could my feet repulse you? That would be no fun for me would it? I know you are refusing to obey right now, but eventually YOU ARE going to submit to me. I think I will give you a new job position; you can be my personal ‘Tongue Analyst’ it will involve studying every single millimetre of my feet, you can pretend you’re a flea lost on a planet of foot sweat. How do you like your new job position as my little personal foot slave Employee?”

“You can’t ge…” Kate’s speech was cut off as Juliet crammed her bare foot into her open mouth, almost breaking her front two teeth in the process. Juliet had pushed her toes deep, effectively muffling anything her prisoner had to say. Kate tried to repel Juliet’s feet back out, but it was difficult as Juliet had the upper hand, that was until Kate tried to bite down on Juliet’s foot and it worked because she removed her foot from Kate’s mouth. As she did, Kate fought to regain her breath, her face a look of bitter disgust and contempt as she coughed and spluttered. She let out a small cry as Juliet grabbed a large handful of her dark brown greasy hair tightly as she tried desperately to recover and moved her face closer to Kate’s face and spoke steadily.

“So that’s how its gonna be is it Kate? You’re going to bite me are you? Don’t worry, you’re not the first girl that’s tried to bite me, we will deal with that soon enough. I think you need to learn some harsh lessons and tomorrow you are going to be strapped to that gurney and taken to another room where we will start teaching you some respect, obedience and manners and your teeth wont help you this time. CAUSE me any more problems and you’ll suffer!”

Juliet let go of Kate’s hair and began to remove the other high heel shoe from her right foot and then lazily reached downwards into her pant pocket. She pulled out a roll of silver duct tape and shook it smugly in front of Kate’s face, smiling viciously.

“If you wont suck my toes. YOU WILL sniff my shoes.” Juliet began to position the insole of her high heel completely over Kate’s nose and worked to keep it firmly in place by wrapping her head with the silver duct tape. Kate struggled like crazy, but the brown strap around her neck gave her limited movement, which allowed Juliet to wrap the shoe over her nose with the tape easily. She wrapped it around Kate’s head many times over to ensure that the shoe wouldn’t slip loose, even sticking the tape to Kate’s hair. Eventually Juliet was satisfied the high heel would stay in place over Kate’s face. She did the same with the other high heel shoe, but changed the variation so that the heel was in Kate’s mouth and then she duct taped Kate’s head and jaw in such a way that it limited her ability to even open her mouth and even if she managed to open her mouth, the heel was staying there as it was stuck in place securely. Having her mouth closed like this forced Kate to breath oftenly through her nose, the only problem was, it wasn’t clean air coming in through her nose, it was Juliet’s sweaty foot smell. Juliet had wrapped so many layers of tape around Kate’s head that she couldn’t even see what her expression looked like, although she could still hear what Kate had to say and this helplessness began to amuse Juliet greatly.

“Mmmpphhhhh…Met Meee Mmmppphh…” Kate’s voice was muffled quite a lot, Juliet sensed she wasn’t too pleased, but did she care, of course she didn’t care, not at all. Juliet wanted to see Kate suffer it brought her joy.

“I’m disappointed with you Katie, you have displeased me today and that is why you will spend the rest of the day and night getting used to how my feet smell. Don’t worry, you’re on camera, so if you are having trouble breathing, we might send someone in to help you. Because of your disobedience, I now don’t have any shoes to walk back to my nice clean house Kate, do you realise I have to walk bare footed back home from here? Oh well, anything that my feet pick up between now and tomorrow will be going in your mouth, I may just go and walk in some dog shit. We’re having a party tonight, a lot of food is destined to end up on the floor, maybe I will trample all over it and then walk in some cake remains and some of our spit.”

Juliet smiled arrogantly at Kate before clambering off the bed and standing up on her bare feet, slowly heading towards the cell door. Like magic it had opened right away.

“Bye Kate.” Juliet spoke and left the cell without even giving Kate a second glance and casually ignored Kate’s muffled pleas as the steel door slammed shut behind her, creating an echo which vibrated through the walls, followed by the scraping noisy bolt being slid back into place and padlocked. Kate just lay there alone in her bed, suffering, just the sound of her own incoherent words and the punishing sound of trying to breath through her nose, her disgust was blatantly obvious to The Others who were watching her through the camera and soon Juliet would be joining them in their little voyeuristic pleasure. Tomorrow was going to be a difficult day; Kate was going to be put through a very rigorous ordeal.

Juliet walks back to the barracks [4.00 PM]

Kate had woken up in the late afternoon before Juliet’s little visit. Juliet had only spent 30 minutes with her new prisoner and had wanted to spend much longer with her, but the necessary equipment was needed to force feisty Kate into compliance.

Juliet had left Kate’s cell at 4.00pm, giving her the rest of the evening to plan for tomorrow morning. The Others wouldn’t be so generous next time in giving Kate a long lie in bed, she would be woken at 8.00am and taken to a block where The Others had many special rooms designed for applying foot servitude torture. For Kate, sniffing those shoes was nothing compared to what other punishments lay in store for her. The Others had experimented for years with foot torture and knew how to apply it expertly to their prisoners with many techniques and variations.

Juliet had walked back through The Spider and was now heading for The Barracks, where most of the upper class Others lived. Her already stinking bare feet had gotten cold walking on the concrete floor and had picked up various bits of dust and dirt on the way home. Juliet didn’t mind one bit, she knew it was all for a good cause, as she had her own personal servant these days. She walked onto the garden and deliberately walked through a patch of soil and grass, hoping it would stick to her feet and it did a little bit, although the soil was quite dry. Juliet then spotted a half eaten sandwich on the path; the bread still had teeth bites in it and there were bits of lettuce, tomato and ham scattered around it, which had fallen out. She wondered who would be so careless and wasteful to drop a sandwich on the floor, but then she realised it must have belonged to Shannon, as she saw her making it earlier in the day, only a few hours ago. She walked indoors to her house and came back outside minutes later holding a scooper and a small clear plastic bag and proceeded to scoop the half eaten sandwich inside, before sealing the top off. The bread and toppings were still fresh, but it had spent time on the floor which made it look a bit grimy, there was also still clear traces of Shannon’s saliva on it and teeth marks. Wrapping it up in the plastic bag would keep it fresh for tomorrow morning, as wasting the food was a sin.

“Wasteful Shannon, we can’t let that go in the bin. Kate can have that for her dinner tomorrow.” Juliet had muttered to herself as she scooped up the bread and vegetables. She then walked back home smiling, ready to settle down for the evening and with intent to begin preparing Kate Austen’s daily regime for her future life in captivity. Juliet also planned to watch Kate for the rest of the evening on her home TV camera while working, as she would provide a good background stimulus.

Claire’s induction into captivity

“STRIP!” The word was spoken clearly and harshly in a very classy and dominant English accent. The voice belonged to Charlotte, a tall redheaded woman who looked very aristocratic indeed and she possessed a natural dominance, which befitted her ruling class status. Charlotte could look you in the eyes and make you feel like a piece of dog shit squashed on the sole of her domineering six-inch black stilettos.

Today Charlotte was in charge of strip-searching her new captive, a Miss Claire Littleton. The petite blonde girl looked quite scared and dazed but remained defiant.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? TELLING ME TO TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF!” Claire gave as much as she got in her strong Australian brogue and certainly wasn’t going to conform to this outrageous order. She looked completely taken aback and appeared to look nervous, as if a pack of wolves were going to jump out of the shadows and bite her. She was insolent, but there was no doubt she remained scared and alone at the mercy of The Others, but she remained feisty all the same.

“Are you saying you wont take your clothes off Claire?” Charlotte calmly spoke to her prisoner with an aura of authority, taking great pleasure in having this upper hand.

Claire hesitated for a second, looking around again before nervously daring to speak out against the intimidating woman.

“I’m not doing anything for you sicko’s, kidnapping people. Why are you taking people? What’s going on! Just let me go home!” Claire’s anger became more of a crescendo as she spoke, demanding answers and not willing to give in to Charlotte, but the woman casually ignored her.

“I think I’m going to horse train you Claire. You’ll make a good mare. You’re lucky, you will get to spend some time outside, but the same can’t be said for your friend Kate, she’s going to be spending every second of her life inside.” She teased Claire.

“Kate’s here? Don’t you lay a finger on her, you hurt her and you’ll…” Charlotte interrupted her before she could finish speaking and ushered for the guards to come in and restrain Claire. Some of The Others came running into the room, three guards manhandled the petite blonde and she tried to fight back bravely, but the conclusion led to being ultimately overpowered and with the greatest of ease. The three men ball gagged her and then set about immobilising her. One of the men knelt with his knee on her back to keep her pinned down, another man held her ankles to the ground as the third man began to apply a restraining device to her arms and ankles, effectively leaving Claire helpless in a punishing hogtie position. Charlotte told the men to leave and they obeyed her without question. There was absolutely no doubt over which gender was in control in The Others faction as Charlotte dominantly barked her orders. Once she had finished scolding the men, she focused attentively on Claire.

“Ok Claire, let’s get those clothes off shall we!” Charlotte began to walk slowly towards Claire wielding a pair of scissors opening and closing them in front of her, already applying psychological torture. She was ready to use them to cut the clothes from off her new cute test subject. Claire obviously didn’t like this scenario one bit.

“Mmmppphhhh.” Claire struggled on the floor in her hogtie but knew it was in vain as she lay flat on her stomach. She looked and saw Charlotte’s imposing and dominant six-inch black stiletto shoes planted right in front of her face. Charlotte Lewis seemed such a giant figure from this perspective, so tall and threatening and it made Claire herself feel very vulnerable, small and utterly pathetic. Claire thrashed around on the floor in front of Charlotte, which amused her and caused her lip to turn upwards arrogantly. She clearly looked as though she was getting a sexual thrill out of this situation already, moving her right foot even more closer to Claire’s face.

“Aww, there’s no point even trying to get out Claire.” Charlotte taunted the fresh piece of meat, as she stood towering over her. The sadistic aristocrat licked her lips at the prospect of having complete control over this young pretty Aussie female and especially her body. Charlotte knew Claire had what she called ‘a perfect foot worshipping face’, the kind of hot face, which would clearly illustrate a bitter disgust.

Claire’s hogtie linked her wrists to her ankles, which meant her arms were pulled backwards and kept taut and rigid, almost in the punishing camel clutch position. She could only groan helplessly as Charlotte began to use the scissors to cut through her clothing. Drool was freely dripping out of Claire’s mouth through the ball gag and her pleas and cries were effectively muffled as the forced stripping continued. There was no escape for Claire; she had a pair of reeking and cheesy feet to tongue clean.

Kate’s first night in captivity [8.00 PM]

Kate was feeling extremely hungry. Since being given Oxtail Soup the night earlier, she had not been allowed anything else to eat. If that wasn’t bad enough, she had spent the last four hours with Juliet’s high heel shoes stuck to her face. The smell that seemed to emanate constantly into her nostrils was a mixture of leather and musky sweat. The insole of the leather brown high heel was pressed right over her nose and all the attempts to loosen the duct tape by shaking her head side to side had failed. Juliet had really done an efficient job of wrapping Kate’s head tightly. 

Juliet’s other high heel shoe had its heel point in her mouth, although after a while of trying, she had successfully managed to loosen the tape just a little and slide the heel out of her mouth. The shoe was still pressed against her lips, but it was now positioned sideways and this made the situation a little more bearable for Kate as she struggled to breath through her nose, every sniff was a mild leathery smell with a tint of Juliet’s foot odour, the punitive musk smell caused Kate to moan repulsively.

Kate became more accepting of the situation after spending many hours in this predicament. This was probably because she was beginning to feel very tired and dazed and increasingly less aware. Her transfixed eyes had spent the last hour looking at the ceiling camera until she quietly passed into a deep sleep all the while assuming that The Others and especially Juliet were watching her with amusement.

Kate’s sentence [day two]

The night passed and as much as The Others were having fun watching Kate live on camera, they were human too and needed their sleep. When everything was quiet, a mysterious intruder had sneaked down to Kate’s cell, unlocked the door and unfastened most of the straps, which bonded her to the gurney. The intruder was almost done freeing Kate until she heard a noise, it sounded like two men talking. Panicking she abandoned her attempt to free Kate and walked silently back out of the cell door before locking it behind her gently, making sure not to let the bolt grind and create too much noise. When she had finished, she continued walking in the opposite direction from where the armed guards were walking. Kate had remained dormant despite all the noise; she had been completely unaware of what had just transpired in her cell. But tomorrow was going to bring her a nice pleasant surprise.

THE NIGHT PASSED…

Morning had broken, but this was not apparent in Kate’s gloomy and dim cell. A loud banging noise from outside the cell is what roused her up from a deep sleep. It was merely some of the guards simply being too noisy doing what they do, which was opening and closing cell doors without considering that it would wake up the other prisoners. They didn’t care about anybody’s wants or needs, only their own pleasure.

Kate’s pearl green eyes opened wide and looked around, scanning the room and seeing the camera; immediately acknowledged that she was still a prisoner. There was something different though, she felt looser, actually able to move various parts of her body and that was when she discovered someone must have sneaked into her cell and released the gurney straps in the middle of the night. This new development gave her fresh motivation to escape and she quickly pounced on the opportunity by climbing out of the bed [despite feeling tired] and swiftly unwrapping the now slick silver duct tape from off her head, making sure it didn’t pull out any of her hair. This brought great relief when she was finally able to smell fresh air again instead of leathery sweat. She threw the high heel shoes on the floor before discarding the tape and then immediately sought about opening the cell door. She attempted to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked. She tried many times over and over to pull it open, but it was clearly not going to work. Kate looked around the cell for small objects and tried to fashion a lock pick from the brown strap buckle, but she didn’t know that the door was extremely secure from the outside, bolted and padlocked beyond any threat from a tiny lock pick. She deserted that idea and decided that waiting behind the door and ambushing whoever came into the cell next was a good plan and then she would keep them as a hostage and negotiate her way out of The Spider. It was a good plan in theory, but in reality it was going to be very difficult to pull off. Kate paced around her cell looking for objects and ideas that she could use to create an escape, her heart was racing and her adrenaline was pumping. Kate had decided to stick with her ambush plan, she knew she was a tough girl physically and had the means to pull off such a feat, but she just hoped that The Others wouldn’t switch the camera back on and see what was happening otherwise it would be game over and she certainly didn’t want to go back to having those shoes stuck to her face for hours and hours at a time and god knows what else Juliet had in store for her. She badly wanted to get back out into the outside breeze.

Just as she was thinking to herself, all of a sudden she had heard them very clearly and distinctly - Footsteps! The familiar sound of women’s shoes walking on concrete, creating that loud crunching sound, which got louder and louder. She then heard another familiar sound, the jingling of keys! That’s when Kate knew that it must have been Juliet and she also knew that Juliet wasn’t coming for a friendly chat. She started to panic and think about her plan in more detail, eventually settling in a crouched position behind the cell door, so that when Juliet came inside, she would jump her from behind and take her as a hostage, it was a daring plan but she had no choice, this was her only possible way out. She remained carefully still behind the door waiting for the right opportune moment to pounce. Kate began to experience a butterflies sickness feeling in her stomach and she began to doubt if this plan was going to work or not, but one thing was clear, she couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

The seconds ticked slowly for what seemed like forever and then suddenly, a clicking sound [the sound of the padlock being unlocked] and then a few moments later a scraping sound that echoed and vibrated through the walls as the large heavy steel bolt was slid out little by little, it sounded a bit jammed, but eventually the door began to open slowly and a figure emerged. As soon as the figure entered the room, Kate leaped like a wild animal onto the woman, knocking her to the floor and the bag that was in the woman’s hand flew across the room and landed on the floor. The two females continued to wrestle on the hard concrete, screaming and pulling each other’s hair attempting to gain control, it appeared Kate had the upper hand and she tried to get a grip around Juliet’s neck, but Juliet herself was tough and shook Kate loose. Kate was caught off balance and fell backwards and as she did, Juliet reached downwards for her belt and grabbed her Stun Gun, Kate screamed “NO” when she saw the electroshock weapon and leapt to try and knock it out of Juliet’s hand, but it was too late because as she did, Juliet had jammed the 180,000 volt tazer into Kate’s stomach delivering an extremely painful shock to her victim. Kate screamed and immediately fell back down to the floor seizing up. Juliet saw that Kate was quickly immobilised and feeling some intense pain, but nothing too lethal. She seemed to have temporarily lost some muscle control, the resulting energy loss made it difficult to move and function. Kate looked disorientated and unable to do anything. Juliet knew that Kate’s passive state and confusion would only last a couple of minutes, so she quickly reacted while she had the chance by turning her foe on to her back and then cuffed her wrists, depriving the dangerous Kate the opportunity of using her hands as weapons. Juliet used a second pair of reinforced handcuffs to link her prisoner’s ankles together, ultimately disabling any potential physical walking movement. Although not totally secure, Kate was in no position to really get away.

“Don’t worry Kate we’ve tested these before on animals, the effects will wear off after a couple of minutes.” She was referring to the Stun Gun weapon. Juliet then stood up as she spoke, still breathing a little heavily from her scuffle. She sauntered over to the clear plastic bag that she had brought into the cell with her. It was the grubby sandwich, which Juliet had scraped off the floor the day earlier. She picked up the bag and unsealed the top of it before tipping it upside down and letting the contents just fall out loosely all over the concrete floor. Pieces of half chewed bread [Shannon’s spit], ham and lettuce lay scattered in a small pile. The food looked like something seen at the bottom of a bin.     

“I figured you must be hungry, so I brought you a sandwich. I was going to let you eat your dinner in bed today, but your little naughty ambush attempt means you’ll be eating your food from off this hard cold floor.” Juliet allowed a few minutes to pass and by then Kate had appeared to recover fully, but she began to become difficult and stubborn and wouldn’t even react to any of the demands that Juliet was giving.

“I said GET HERE… NOW! I’m going to give you three seconds to crawl here and eat your dinner or I’m going to get the guards to come in here and force feed it to you, so what’s it going to be Kate?” Juliet began to become really dominating with her and Kate knew she meant it. She felt a mixture of helplessness, fear and hunger in her. But it was the unbearable hunger pangs in her stomach that caused her to reluctantly crawl towards Juliet’s feet where the grimy sandwich lay in wait for her.

Juliet was wearing another pair of high heels; different from yesterday, today her shoes were red coloured sandals. Kate looked at the horrible sandwich on the floor and spent a few moments looking at it disgustedly and although she was very hungry, she hesitated. She kept alternating between looking at the sandwich and then Juliet, silently hoping that the dominant woman would take pity on her plight.

“EAT!” Juliet sounded like a schoolmistress scolding a little girl; there was so much authority and control in her voice. Her new nasty demeanour began to work because Kate went to reach downwards with her left hand and then lazily and reluctantly picking up a piece of the punishing unclean bread, studying it for a few seconds before unenthusiastically taking a small bite out of it. Kate’s face said it all; she looked horrified and completely degraded. She felt like a small animal picking up the food scraps off the cold cell floor from Juliet’s feet and the contorted expression on her face said the taste wasn’t too great either. Kate appeared to slow down eating.

“ALL OF IT! I want to see you finish your dinner before we get started.” Juliet clearly made sure of her intentions, but Kate wasn’t like any of Juliet’s many other compliant playthings and she rebelliously attempted to claw herself back up from off the floor by pushing upwards onto her palms, but as she did, she was quickly put back into her place as Juliet began to reach for her Stun Gun electroshock weapon yet again.

“DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT TRYING TO GET UP OFF THE FLOOR! If you do, I will shock you again with this, I’ll increase the voltage too. Now get back down there and finish your dinner!” Juliet oozed pure dominance and her words made Kate think twice about the idea of trying to get up onto her feet. She continued to do all she could at this moment in time, which was picking up bits of cold ham, tomato, bread and lettuce with her sweaty fingers from near Juliet’s dominant feet and then having to eat it slowly and unwillingly. She only ate out of pure hunger, if she wasn’t hungry, she would certainly have tried to test Juliet’s domineering stance over her.

Juliet’s open toed red sandals were actually partially weighted down on a piece of ham, her toes almost in physical contact with the bits of food. It brought her great joy and pleasure to tower over tiny Kate like this while her young beautiful victim ate scraps of food pitifully on the floor in front of her sweaty stinking unwashed feet.

“Admit it Kate, you love being dominated don’t you.” It was a rhetorical question and no she didn’t enjoy it, not one bit. Kate didn’t answer her; she just continued to eat like someone who hadn’t been fed for a couple of weeks. Eventually she picked up the half chewed piece of bread and examined it before disgustingly throwing it right at Juliet’s feet. There was no way that Kate was eating it with someone else’s mouth germs all over it. She didn’t want to give in, but Juliet’s cold voice bullied her again.

“Germs? Oh you’ll soon learn to overcome that little phobia Kate. I don’t think you are wise to start acting stubborn with me. Now you’re going to crawl down to my feet and eat the food just with your mouth, if you use your hands I’m going to shock you, I don’t think I can make myself clearer. Although before you finish your dinner Kate, you are going to say ‘please can I eat my dinner?’ do you understand? Or I will have to place 100,000 volts of electricity against your skin to make my point clear.”

Kate was in limbo; she didn’t know what to do. The electric shock was an extremely horrible physical experience for her and she didn’t want to feel that nasty tingling pain in her body again. She decided that compliance was the sensible solution and the only painless way to resolve this situation. Although pain free, the humiliation of having to eat half eaten grubby food from a mature woman’s smelly feet was utter mental torture, but she really didn’t have a choice and did the only thing she could…

“Please can I eat my dinner?” Just saying those words made Kate cringe and feel utterly humiliated and defeated. There was no noise in the cell [you could hear a pin drop] and her obedient childlike words echoed embarrassingly into Juliet’s gloating ears. Juliet glared into Kate’s eyes, not giving her prisoner an immediate answer; she just continued to assert a patient and harsh dominance over the 25-year-old woman.

More seconds passed and suddenly without warning or reason, Juliet lifted her right foot upwards and began to trample and squash the remaining bit of bread and ham that lay on the floor putting her full weight down onto it. She really mashed the food up under her shoe until it was almost totally crushed under her sole and then she smiled down at Kate with fake benevolence and then she spoke very steadily…

“Yes… you may eat your dinner Katie.”

Despite the sheer total humiliation of submitting to Juliet, she tried to remain strong and positive. But witnessing Juliet squash food under her feet and then give her permission to eat it was unbearable for her. She slowly and very reluctantly got down onto her stomach and crawled towards Juliet’s waiting feet. As her face edged closer to the squashed food, she could smell the sweat on Juliet’s feet, a cheesy stench which hit her nostrils quite hard and it made her want to retch. Juliet looked like a giantess from this perspective as Kate tried to look upwards imploringly into Juliet’s unemotional cold eyes, hoping for some kind of remorse, but it wasn’t to be.

“No, HEAD DOWN! Look at the floor, keep your eyes… down!” Juliet continued to scold Kate dominantly like she was a little child. Kate didn’t know how to react when Juliet was in this type of mood. Kate’s head lowered back down immediately and her eyes focused on the squashed ham and bread that lay just inches in front of her mouth on the cold dusty concrete floor. She could still smell the horrible stench emanating from Juliet’s feet and her open toed sandals were very distracting and off-putting. Kate slowly eased open her lips and mouth and gently used her tongue to pick up the flat grimy piece of bread and then guided it into her mouth before beginning to chew it. It tasted like regular bread, but it was the psychological aspect of it spending time on the floor picking up germs and being flattened under Juliet’s high heels. She chewed it and swallowed it as fast as she could, trying very hard to ignore her taste buds, but bits of the now slimy bread had got stuck between her teeth and she had to use her tongue to dislodge it. This was too disgusting for her, she wanted this experience to pass quickly so she reached out for the cold bit of flat ham lying on the floor with her tongue and pulled it inside her mouth. This tasted worse than the bread, it was almost icy cold and the texture was awful, it had a very rough edge, like a cow’s tongue. Kate chewed the food up quickly, but it was colder when she bit into it and more nauseating. She just kept thinking of the food being prepared with other people’s sweaty fingers and then them half eating it and throwing it on the floor, these horrible thoughts turned her stomach as she ate at Juliet’s sweaty feet. Minutes passed and Kate appeared to have finished eating her miserable dinner, cold bits of ham remained stuck between her teeth. Her expression was like someone who had just been forced to eat up a kangaroo testicle delicacy.

“Are you finished Katie dear? Because I have something I want to show you.” Juliet reached down to her belt and whipped out the Stun Gun. She waved it side to side in Kate’s face before applying a torturous 100,000 volt shock to her back, which knocked her immediately flat on to the ground as she screamed out hopelessly. Once again, muscle paralysis kicked in and Kate was a helpless grimacing mess on the hard concrete floor. She certainly took a perverse pleasure in using this weapon, only a week ago, a young girl called Nikki Fernandez had escaped from her cage, but that was until she ran into Juliet. The sadistic woman then shocked Nikki with the Stun Gun and simply laughed as her victim writhed in agony on the floor. For her escape attempt, Nikki spent six days in the Sweat Box, a claustrophobic cramped sauna-like contraption with its own means of retribution. She had spent many an hour banging on the walls to be let out of it, almost literally sweating to death inside, her hands squeaking and sliding down the clear Perspex walls as she tried to get out, but to no avail. As time passed, it only got hotter, sweatier and extremely clammy in there. The Sweat Box was almost soundproof too, so all her pleas, cries and begs were very quiet indeed. When she was finally let out of the box, she reeked of pure sweat.

But right now, Juliet had a new female to deal with and she signalled for some of The Others to come into the cell and get Kate strapped back down onto the gurney.

They rushed in and one of them used a needle to sedate her with an Amobarbital sedative-hypnotic drug and then she was lifted upwards and then carried back to the gurney in which she had temporarily escaped from. She was strapped extremely securely to the gurney. This time there was no getting out, as steel straps were tightly wrenched across each of her limbs, her neck, elbows, wrists, stomach, thighs, knees and ankles were all held firmly in place and subjected to the pure unrelenting cruel steel bondage. She was mumbling from the electric shock and was now feeling very drowsy from the sedative. She didn’t know much about what was happening to her. It was all fast becoming a visual blur until she slowly but surely lost her fight as she drifted into unconsciousness. Juliet took responsibility and pulled out the wheels from within the gurney and then began to push the bed forwards towards the steel cell door, ready to move her prisoner to the notorious Punishment Block. The Punishment Block comprised of lots of rooms, each with its own devious tortures.

Welcome to Hell Kate

“Wh… whoo… wha… where am I?” Kate began to steadily come out of her sleep, everything was blurry but she could feel herself moving, she felt a little dizzy like being on a fairground ride. “Wha… goin’… ohh…” She tried to speak, but coherent words wouldn’t come out of her mouth because of the tranquillizing drug, which The Others had used to sedate her. She felt very lethargic and weak, unable to move a muscle, her senses temporarily obliterated by a lethal mixture of drugs and bondage. Through her blurred vision she could see a blonde woman talking but could not recognise her face. The blonde figure suddenly appeared to move closer to her, staring her directly in the face, seemingly appearing like three separate heads, but all with the same cruel expression and then all of a sudden Kate felt ‘wetness’ on her face followed by the sound of laughing voices. Cruel disorientating voices that sounded low pitched, but it was evident the hypnotic drugs were causing Kate to suffer from punishing hallucinations, which left her totally helpless and at the mercy of Shannon’s spit. After the laughter had died down, many faces began to surround her all at once with a surreal POV viewpoint looking at her voyeuristically and as they did, her face began to become more and more wetter, she could hear strange blowing sounds [like a blowpipe sound] and after the sound had finished, her face would be hit by a fresh sprinkle of wetness that had a stale warm pungent odour to it. More laughter followed and once it died down again, the strange liquid shower would begin again; it was like spatters of drizzle exploding on her face over and over again for what felt like an eternity, but the rain eventually did stop and so did the laughter as Kate fell back into a deep sleep totally unaware of the torture to come.

The gurney was wheeled into the large gloom and dimly lit cell. Ominous words were written on the cell door, intended to put the fear of hell into its scared new guests.

[FOOT TORTURE ROOM]

--KATE AUSTEN--

The room itself contained many implements, contraptions and instruments that were designed specifically for restraint and punishment purposes. All the implements were laid out neatly on a long table with most of the gear hanging up on the four walls.

The list of bondage gear read like something out of the most horrific horror movie…

HOODS AND MUZZLES - Spandex hood with mouth opening, black spandex zipper hood, zippered eyeless hood, spandex hood with mouth and eye opening, rubber slave hood, total sensory deprivation leather hood, blue latex hood, nylon hood variations, mummification vet hood, bishop head harness gag, leather muzzle, basic zipper leather hood, rubber hood with built in inflatable gag, re-breather hood, head immobilisation harness, premium locking slave hood, Israeli gas mask, inflatable three hose rubber hood, leather bag style hood, premium confinement hood, latex hood with perforated eyes and mouth, inflatable rubber hood and gag, latex hood with hose, rubber gas mask hood, rubber hood, latex slave hood with internal medical mask, latex rubber gas mask hood, latex rubber hood with internal gag, latex rubber hood with removable front cover, rubber bondage hood with mouth hole, leather horse mask, cup muzzle with removable straps and the blackout hood.

GAGS – Large leather ball gag, breathable ball gag, blue leather ball gag, silicone red ball gag, classic locking ball gag, gag harness with blindfold, locking leather ball gag, fantasy ball gag with dildo, leather red ball gag harness, red leather ball gag, leather locking trainer ball gag, ring gag, locking open mouth gag, Jennings dental mouth gag, spider mouth gag, rubber open mouth gag, inflatable butterfly gag with o-ring, inflatable rubber penis gag, stink gag, locking funnel gag, locking penis pump gag, rubber penis gag with airway, the humiliation gag, spider mouth gag, penis ball gag, silicone penis gag, stuffer mouth gag, inflatable rubber penis gag, in and out penis gag with removable dildo, latex ball gag with dildo, locking penis pump gag, rubber penis gag with airway, spring loaded mouth gag, white head ratchet mouth gag, molt-retractor dental forceps, locking rubber bit gag, leather and rubber dog bone bit gag and locking rubber trainer bit gag and many other personal variations.

SLEEPSACKS AND RESTRAINTS – Mummification bondage tape, latex bondage balloon, heavy-duty sleep sack, latex bondage strips, inflatable rubber sleep sack, spandex bondage sack with hood, the latex sauna sack, rubber sleep sack, straitjacket with hood, black canvas straitjacket, extreme black straitjacket, lightweight functional straitjacket, institutional hospital canvas straitjacket, padded locking hospital restraints, institutional hobble padded restraint, hospital bed restraint system, hospital restraint cuff set, hospital restraints muff and locking leather hospital mitts, under the bed restraint system, inflatable bondage chair, punishment benches, upright stocks, folding bondage bed, the oral sex seat, jail cell, steel puppy cage, cages all variations, oubliette, bondage tower, bondage chairs, St. Andrews Cross, vac beds all variations, Houdini bondage box, cavert and nylon prison vac bed.

OTHER EQUIPMENT – Whips, ticklers, crops, paddles and slappers, floggers, canes, chains, pulleys, strap-ons, leather swing with stirrups and pillow, premium suspension wrist cuffs, heavy duty leather suspension cuffs, boot suspension cuffs, bicep arm binders, deluxe leather arm binder restraint kit, bondage opera gloves, premium leather locking arm splints, leather leg binders, premium leather arm binders, chastity belts, clamps, clips, handcuffs, leather locking cuffs, cuff and tether sets, thigh locking cuffs, hogtie clips, rope hogtie restraints, deluxe locking rubber restraints, leather neck-wrist restraints, stun guns, shock prods, leg spreader bars, anal impalers, steel suspension bars, blindfolds, heavy duty nylon tethers, leashes, premium locking leather collars, leather ID collars, adjustable posture collar, stainless steel slave collars, extreme locking rubber collars, French prison neck collar, steel collar with spikes,  the heretics fork, butt plugs, arm binders, bondage tape, the anal hook, professional police handcuffs, ball weight and chain, steel thumb cuffs, steel nose hook, doggy style locking spreader bar, 3-way steel handcuffs, steel manacles and shackles, iron locking collar, prisoner transport steel restraints, Irish 8 handcuffs, medieval head cage, heavy steel yoke, locking metal fiddle, extreme steel head cage, steel bondage fist mitts, the scavengers daughter, steel full body shackles, heavy steel collar with attached cuffs, ball and chain, black shackles with spikes, neck collar and cuffs combination, lubes and creams and dildo insertables with many variations.

The list of gear was written in print on a giant DHARMA chart on the wall. This list was by no means exhaustive as there were certainly many other items of torment unaccounted for in this room, known as The Foot Torture Room. The message board did seem to indicate that there were other rooms in The Spider station, but stopped short of revealing what was in each of them. The rooms listed were, The Fetish Clothing Room, The Well Worn Room, The Really Well Worn Room, The Extremely Well Worn Room, The Shrinking Room, Hand Maze Room, DHARMA Room of Liquids, Viewing Room, Hallucination Rooms I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, VIIII, X, The Desert Room, Room of Foods, Room of Extremely Pungent Odours and Rooms of Tiredness. 

The Foot Torture Room stunk of stale sweat, the stench in the room was moderately overpowering to the nostrils. There didn’t appear to be any windows, ventilation or even air conditioning in here. The pale white coloured ceiling and four walls looked completely solid [reinforced panelling] and with no damage whatsoever, no cracks or gaps to chip at to create an escape. The walls oozed a slick glossy tone and seemed to be mostly responsible for creating the strange pungent odour dominating the entire room; it was a very stale smell, not the least bit pleasant. The cell had a stuffy claustrophobic and airtight feel to it, like the door hadn’t been opened for years. This door seemed to be the only thing keeping fresh air from getting inside the room. The floor was different from the walls and ceiling, it was tiled with various kitchen-like mosaic patterns and also appeared to look very worn and greasy in certain areas, like something you would see on the floor behind a grimy gas oven. The lighting was deliberately dimmed and toned down to create a setting much more suited to The Others bizarre foot torture experiments and caused victims to be more disorientated.

The room itself contained maybe nine or ten large contraptions, all of which looked like medieval torture instruments. There was a coffin made from rich pine wood, an iron maiden but without the spikes, head cages and boxes, a contraption made from Perspex. Each contraption appeared to have its own levers, gears and dials, all looked very sadistically devious and fully capable of either immobilising the victim or punishing the victim in some cruel way. There was an oubliette built into the floor, which was a form of dungeon only accessible from a hatch in a high ceiling. There were stocks, punishment beds and chairs as well as various cages positioned around the large room. The female Others were perfectionists who strived to create the ultimate suffering for their many prisoners, who were all condemned to spend the rest of their lives suffering as experiment toys at the mercy of dominant women’s feet. Young women in the 18-25-age bracket captured and used as foot slaves for the best part of their youth and the most torturous thing about it, was that nobody in the real world knew the island even existed, which meant no help, no rescue and most certainly no hope. All the prisoners could hope for was to wait for a window of opportunity to come where The Others would let their guard down and they would get a chance to make a run for it but it never happened. Prisoners would often give themselves up to daydreams of escape, their luck would hold indefinitely and they would live out the remainder of their lives in an undetected part of the island. It was all nonsense, as they all knew. In reality there was no escape…

Even the one plan that was practicable, suicide, they had no intention of carrying out. To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct, just as one’s lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available. Available air wasn’t always available here on this island, beautiful fresh clean oxygen was precious and The Others certainly didn’t want to begin sharing it with their poor damned detainees.   

Juliet had wheeled Kate into the Foot Torture Room, bound to the gurney, still wearing the dirty sweaty clothes she had been captured in. Kate’s green t-shirt was still drenched in sweat particularly underneath her cleavage. Her combat pants were also very mucky and had picked up some wear and tear during her time in the jungle. Even though her clothes were tomboyish, Kate herself remained extremely feminine and beautiful. The Others didn’t want Kate, they NEEDED her and got what they wanted after hunting her down for months, it was a particularly pleasurable time period for the dominant women, who spent every waking and sleeping hour each day wearing in their nylons, stockings and pantyhose, also deliberately wearing in their high heel shoes, sandals, trainers and boots. They spent time in the torture rooms to amplify smells, building up a wide range of stinks, collecting up huge tankers filled with dirty foot water. They hadn’t been doing this just for the last few months; these women had been doing this for the best part of twenty years! The women had archives of sweaty clothing and footwear, stored in the environments of their choosing, nylons which had spent years soaked in foot water, food which had been mashed under their feet and stored. For twenty odd years, Juliet and Charlotte had created thousands of variations and endless combinations of storing their stinking sweaty rotting clothing, knowing that years later, all the hard work was going to pay off when they were able to start acquiring female prisoners to torture and on some occasions, male prisoners. Over the years, Juliet and Charlotte had also recruited many women into their sick foot society; some of them needed a little persuading, but once fully integrated into their new society they loved every minute.

Kate is introduced to Juliet’s feet  

Juliet had spent the last hour preparing the tools she wanted to use in the room, also taking time to set up the restraint chair. It was an ordinary chair, but shaped like an Iron Maiden, where they would sit the victim inside down on the chair and then close the other half of the contraption around them. All that was visible would be the victim’s face [almost like wearing a motorcycle helmet without the covering pulled down], so extra means of restraint was perhaps necessary, such as a silence gag, dental gag or ring-o gag depending on how they intended to punish the slave. 

Unfortunately for Kate, she had been taken off the gurney in the last hour, while she was still drugged and placed into this devious restraint chair. The Others had left Kate’s clothing on her, she could sweat this one out in the chair, although her sandy coloured hiking boots were removed and discarded. She had actually been revived from her sedative once securely in the hot seat and had completely forgotten about her face that had been spat on multiple times just an hour ago by three of the dominant women. The spit had obviously dried into her skin by now and she couldn’t feel it anymore, although a stale pungent vinegary odour remained in her nostrils.   

“Where are we? What are you doing to me you bitch?” Kate had certainly woken out of her trance with a new attitude problem. She was locked entirely from head to toe in a wooden chair contraption, it kept her completely immobile from head to toe, but left her face completely exposed. Kate struggled to get out of the restraint chair, but the way it was locked around her limbs, made escape impossible. The chair shape was actually moulded around Kate’s sitting position, making it impossible to free her hands because there was little to no room to manipulate her elbows free and the same applied to her ankles and knees. Kate had escaped from handcuffs before, but she was no Houdini. Even with the odds stacked against her, it didn’t stop her trying.

Juliet was sat on a comfy looking high chair with her legs crossed dominantly. Her feet were comfortably level with Kate’s exposed face. She began to move her six inch black stiletto high-heeled feet towards Kate’s face, easing them there very slowly and teasingly. She moved her right foot towards her left foot, playing with her shoes all the time, dangling them torturously in front of Kate’s eyes. Juliet would dangle her shoes at such angles, it seemed as though they would fall off at any moment, but her feet control was mesmerising and her shoes never came off. She edged her feet closer to Kate’s nose, slowly pushing the sole against Kate’s nose for maybe half a second at a time before moving her feet away again and repeating the dangling movements, showing off her impressive arches over and over again. She moved her heels this time towards her slave’s mouth and tried to edge Kate’s mouth open with the tip of her heel so that she would suck on them, but Kate sealed her jaws together tightly in a stubborn act of defiance, which amused Juliet quite a lot.   

By sealing her lips, she had put herself into a position where she couldn’t talk, and within this short space of time, she had realised fully how smelly Juliet’s feet were. Her feet had been unwashed for days and Kate could certainly tell. The corn chip smell was overpowering and there was no way she was going to let that hideous stink anywhere near her mouth. She had tried to shake her head from side to side, but the restraint chair was locked around her neck extremely tightly, keeping her head completely rigid and still. Juliet didn’t even seem to be trying too hard to get her shoes in Kate’s mouth; she appeared completely relaxed and smiling smugly, letting Kate get away with her stubbornness so far. She just continued to dangle her shoes and every so often, she would waft her feet under Kate’s nose for a second and then release them, alternating between dangling her heels and giving Kate an appetiser of what was to come. Kate kept her mouth firmly shut not giving an inch.

“You keep your mouth shut girl. I don’t need it yet; when I need it I’ll use it. Look I’ll prove it.” Juliet flicked her right high heel off onto the floor using her other left foot, revealing her fully bare foot. She then manoeuvred her bare foot towards a small red button on the side of the restraint chair and slowly pressed it inwards with her big toe. As she did, a steel panel slid across Kate’s mouth covering it completely causing Kate to panic and scream a little. But her screams were muted now and nobody was coming to save her, not even her boyfriend who was a policeman could rescue her.

Juliet spent minutes teasing Kate, by keeping her remaining heeled foot in her face for a second before removing it again. With the steel panel obstructing Kate’s mouth, she couldn’t even try to bite Juliet’s feet. She was completely helpless, unable to move a single part of her body, with only her eyes and nose now exposed and not in a position to do anything about Juliet’s dominance. She could only stare and smell, those were the only two options available to her, she felt like a trapped living statue.

“Look at how pathetic you look now Kate. Your just a pair of eyes and a nose to me now, nothing more.” Juliet then took her other high heel off her foot, letting it drop to the floor where it collided with the tiled surface. Then she edged her bare feet towards Kate’s nose. She smiled evilly as she used her big toe and second toe and clawed it onto Kate’s nose tightly, keeping it in place this time for an indefinite period of time. Kate’s face began to screw up from the punishing smell and she tried to fight against it, but couldn’t move anywhere or do anything about it. Her groans were just about audible behind the steel gag, but very muted indeed as Juliet kept her toes locked over her nose, continuing to smile sadistically while she asserted her full control over her slave. The corn chip smell emanating from her feet must have been incredibly punishing for Kate, knowing she couldn’t get away from the stench.

“Do you have anything to say Kate?” Juliet calmly asked her slave a useless question, not caring one iota what the response would be, it was more for her own amusement, as a way of reminding herself that she had complete control of Katie.  

“Mmppphhh, mmmhhpphh…” To be fair, Kate did try to give a clear response to Juliet’s question, but it was just not physically possible in her current predicament. She did blink a little, but that was about it. The Iron Maiden chair was very punitive.

“Oh that’s what I like to see Kate, lots of co-operation.” Juliet then squeezed her toes tighter over Kate’s nose as her slave’s face once again displayed a repugnancy and animosity towards the punishing sweaty smell that was engulfing her. Wrinkles appeared in her forehead and groans of disgust were just about audible behind the steel gag. But for Juliet, seeing Kate not moving a muscle, almost give her the impression that Kate was enjoying it, but she knew the restraint chair was doing this work on her part to increase her pleasure of the situation. The last thing that Juliet wanted was for Kate to enjoy it and she was very sure that it would never happen.

Juliet continued to tighten her toes around Kate’s nose, resting the top part of her bare sole just above Kate’s sealed lips. Kate could feel Juliet’s big cold stinking toe and smaller second toe really locked over both nostril holes, making her breathing uncomfortable and forcing her to inhale the punishing corn chip vinegar aroma that was emanating from Juliet’s unclean feet and very overpowering to her new sense of smell. It was like sniffing stale popcorn or Fritos with clear lashing of vinegar added to the mix and this strong odour caused Kate’s face to crease up out of pure disgust.

“Do sniff up Kate dear.” Juliet’s sadistic dig during this awkward silence only resulted in a muted groan from Kate as the mature Juliet pressed both of her feet across her young female victim’s nose, blocking any possibility of clean air from getting in and also ensuring that Kate got a strong prolonged whiff of her sweaty corn chip vinegar feet. She then began to use the entire breadth of her flat soles and rub them against Kate’s snout, really being thorough in running the entire sole from heel to toe over Kate’s full nose again and again, over and over repeating her dominant technique and making sure that her slick sweat coated feet were leaving their stinky sweaty glossy traces on Kate’s face causing her skin to radiate a sweaty and slick stickiness.

“If you think this is bad, just wait until we really get started, this is just the very beginning. I promise you, things are going to get much worse. When we’ve finished with you, our footprints will be embedded into your entire face and that pretty mouth of yours will be very tired from the amount of feet you are going to tongue wash.” Juliet’s feet continued to dominate Kate’s nose, nostrils that she had complete control and accessibility over, and then her composed voice sharpened up.

“Did you hear me? I said sniff harder! Don’t force me to spit on you slave! Juliet again began to become increasingly more dominant towards her female captive. As she worked both of her bare feet into a position to block up Kate’s nostrils again, her manner was like a small child playing with plasticine, she just continued to use her feet and endlessly toy with Kate’s nose like it was a bit of putty, using her toes to block up her nostrils and squashing and pressing them both against her nose over and over again, while at the same time making sure that Kate smelt corn chip sweat.

Juliet finally lowered her right hand downwards to the side of her sitting chair and proceeded to push a small switch that caused a long leather platform to extrude from the bottom of the chair towards Kate’s face. Juliet sensing that she and her slave were going to be here for quite some time yet, had created herself a comfortable footrest positioned towards Kate’s face so that she didn’t have to exhaust her legs and feet. The platform was perfectly level with Kate’s trapped face.

Kate from her own perspective could see bits of lint and toe jam sticking to the inner parts of Juliet’s toes, her skin oozing pungency. Juliet had such mature looking feet; they were large and wrinkled in parts and looked like they hadn’t been washed in many days, purposely sweated up for her own twisted purposes. She did possess beautifully defined feet though, although to Kate, feet were the most disgusting thing on the planet. The smell was so bad and strong but she knew there was no hope of getting away from it. She closed her eyes and scrunched her face up with disgust when Juliet ran her gigantic stinky flat soles down her nose as the movement generated a stronger odour. Then she felt something happen, something different.

The steel panel that was locked into place across her mouth began to release. It appeared to slide sideways back into the side of the iron maiden contraption and disappear altogether. The panel had not been pressed against Kate’s mouth at all physically; it had only served purposefully as an effective means of teeth obstruction.

“I do hope you are enjoying yourself Kate.” Juliet smiled with a strong smirk of satisfaction at her prisoner who was frankly fairly relieved to get a free opportunity of fresh air again as she was breathing heavily. In between getting her breath back, Kate looked furious, continuously shouting, “you bitch” to Juliet over and over again.

Juliet didn’t answer her; she simply reached downwards with her foot and pushed a blue button on the side of the iron maiden inwards with her left toe casually. A spring activated trap suddenly shot out of the head compartment of the iron maiden and sprung around Kate’s lips and pulled them apart in all four directions stretching her mouth completely wide. The trap had surprised Kate who thought she was finally free of the ordeal and the noise had caused her to let out a yelp of shock when she heard the springs. Now all she could do was make funny muffled sounds as her lips were stretched humiliatingly wide. The maiden gag had forced Kate’s mouth open leaving plenty of girth for entry. Kate looked in despair as if she was going to cry, but she fought back the tears with bravery. Instead, Kate thrashed like mad, looking for a weakness in the contraption to exploit, but there were none. The chair held her body firmly; it was moulded around her shape, cutting off the necessary angles to wriggle her slim limbs loose. The claustrophobia and stifling nature of the iron maiden contraption caused her entire body to perspire and sweat profusely. Her clothes felt sticky and clammy and seemed to cling oppressively to her slick sweat soaked skin. Her forehead shone with sweat and her smooth cheeks glistened. The more she struggled, the hotter and more bothered she became. Trying to get her arms free was a tiring chore, ten seconds of thrashing around made her arms ache like mad and she had to slow down or stop, which caused her plenty of frustration.

Her frustration intensified when she saw how calm and relaxed Juliet looked. Her captor sat lazily in her chair with her legs spread out wide in front of her. Seeing Juliet act in this way would rile her into fury and give her fresh motivation and energy to try and escape, but the end result was always familiar. Her sweaty struggles and gasps caused Juliet to stare lustfully and with utter amusement and excitement etched on her face. The harder Kate fought, the more Juliet became increasingly turned on. She loved to watch the sweat beads drip freely down Kate’s face and off the end of her chin. She also adored that sheer unrelenting expression of determination to escape from her predicament. The mature tormentor clearly took great pleasure in taunting, patronising and tormenting her new fresh young victim and felt a need to really dominate her on all fronts. Juliet saw her as a piece of meat, of course a fresh piece of meat with an extremely cute face. The mature woman had spread her legs out in front of her, leaving her stinking bare feet almost within touching distance of Kate’s mouth. She had been waiting for this moment for ages, all those weeks of not washing her feet, wearing multiple layers of nylons and shoes, deliberately walking around oftenly to create much more sweat and a stronger more punitive smell. From Kate’s disgusted reaction, Juliet knew she had succeeded on this part. She didn’t doubt it, those nylons had been sopping wet when she had taken them off her feet after all those weeks of wearing them. Juliet had stored them, as she didn’t want them to lose their pungent odour, they would be used when the time was right and tightened over Kate’s head when she was put inside the sweatbox. Encapsulation was one of Juliet’s many fetishes, placing Kate within multiple layers of clothing and contraptions would be a big part of her future plans.

She had experimented with steam and heat over the last decade and The Others had built many contraptions, one of the nastier ones was the evil Conversion Chamber. It was a chamber designed to brainwash and convert the subject into joining their ranks and had a hundred percent success rate so far. The subjects couldn’t resist the heat and punishment once the Conversion Chamber was at its maximum levels of torment. Charlotte had plans to convert Claire soon into being a part of The Others.

Kate had tried to resist valiantly, but was becoming increasingly sweatier and weaker. Juliet meanwhile had not used a single ounce of exertion, she was content to relax and let Kate become drained by the situation and THEN she would make her slave worship her corn chip flavoured feet. It was a hopeless situation for the 25 year old female prisoner, she had no choice, Kate was going to have to lick the pungent sweat and vinegar out of Juliet’s mature wrinkled feet whether she liked it or not. She couldn’t move and now she couldn’t even close her mouth as her jaws ached. Juliet’s feet were perched menacingly in front of her, she could see them glistening with sweat, a pale pink skin on the upside of her feet and yellowy pink on the soles, her soles looked really salty and vinegary. Kate felt paralysed in front of Juliet’s pungent feet and attempted new methods to escape, trying to slip her arms backwards to free her hands, but her elbows hit a dead end almost immediately. Not even a contortionist could get out of the iron maiden; there was literally no room for manoeuvring movement and Kate gave up her struggles after a while as Juliet’s sweaty unwashed vinegar feet moved ever closer to her mouth. Sweat rolled down Kate’s cheeks, her own relentless exertions had taken their toll on her beaten body.

“Poor Katie, you can’t get out. The sooner you learn that the better. YOU ARE going to be spending many years sucking sweat and vinegar and all the other nasty foul odours out of dominant women’s feet. This is your reality check today, the start of your new life. To put it simply, I’m a rich woman and I have wants and needs, so I used my incredible vast wealth and I paid good money to have you. I handpicked you out of many candidates and now I own you, you’re my piece of property. The sooner you learn your place…” Juliet didn’t finish what she was saying, instead letting her powerful words soak deeply into the skin of her new prisoner as she continued to edge her feet ever so slowly and deliberately towards Kate’s mouth much in the same way that a victim trapped on a conveyor belt would be slowly sucked into a grinding machine. Juliet wanted to torture Kate with the anticipation of what was to come. Her feet stench would become stronger as she casually moved her feet nearer Kate’s sweaty slick face. Her features, particularly her eyes seemed to have panic and fear etched on them; the gag was harsh, keeping her mouth fully widened, but it was not dangerously uncomfortable for the prisoner. As the feet edged even closer to her, it ignited a fresh incentive to try and escape, but there was no possible hope of movement and after she had finished struggling some more, Juliet would edge her feet a bit more closer to her face, which was very demoralising and cruel. Suddenly the game was up as Juliet’s feet moved faster towards her face!

“Time’s up Kate. You failed to escape and now you must pay the ultimate price.” Juliet’s final cruel words caused Kate to moan repulsively as the feet came slowly towards her and began to enter into her stretched open mouth. Kate had tried extremely hard to close her mouth, using all the energy she could muster, but just as she could feel the springs relenting, her jaws and lips ached agonisingly and it forced her to relax her jaw muscles and as she did, the springs widened back outwards again stretching her mouth taut. As she caved in yet again, she felt Juliet’s five toes enter into her gaping maw, the smell was overpowering and the taste was already very punishing. The anticipation was awful; she had tried everything to escape this.

“In we go.” Juliet’s words sounded very innocent [like a young girl being spoon-fed] as her sweat glistened feet entered into her slave’s mouth. Kate nearly retched from having the feet in her gob for the first time. Juliet used her toes and began to spread the upper part of her sole over the roof of Kate’s tongue. She didn’t enter too deep to begin with, content just to let the slick sweat from her bare sole linger and then soak into Kate’s tongue. Kate groaned repulsively as she got a taste of the corn chip vinegar for the first time as it swamped her mouth and caused her to gag in pure and utter disgust. As she gagged, Juliet pulled her foot out of Kate’s mouth a little bit allowing Kate only half a second to recover before putting her foot back inside her slave’s mouth. Kate could feel the wrinkles in Juliet’s foot with her tongue; the skin had an almost scaly feel to it as Juliet ran her feet over and over again and ever so slowly on Kate’s pink tongue. The first thing that hit her taste buds was the absolutely punishing raw saltiness of Juliet’s soles. The corn chip vinegar smell from her right foot continued to dominate Kate’s nostrils as the mature 36-year-old woman kept her left foot inside Kate’s mouth in such a dictating and dominating manner. Kate had tried to speak, but Juliet’s enormous stinky feet cut off her speech ruthlessly, almost causing her to gag again, her large feet made Kate’s cheeks puff out wide. Kate’s face contorted with a mixture of disgust and gagging and she continued to make muffled noises as Juliet’s sweaty feet engulfed her whole mouth.

“Are you trying to speak? You just concentrate fully on licking every drop of sweat out of my soles; you’ll be doing a thorough cleaning job on the toes later on and in between. You’ll probably notice I’ve been wearing nylon stockings for quite some time, so I apologise if my soles are a bit too salty and vinegary for you.” Juliet laughed sadistically, obviously revelling in her cruel verbal abuse and authoritarian position over Kate. Kate obviously couldn’t respond, she remained physically immobile with her sweaty cheeks puffed outwards, gagging every so often from the torturous smell and taste. Every gag would cause her cheeks to exhale to punishing effect, as a new flavour on Juliet’s feet would cause fresh repugnance. Juliet’s foot had only been in Kate’s mouth for mere minutes, but to Kate it had already felt like many hours had passed. The mature dominant blonde woman had cleverly and almost stealthily eased her foot further to the back of Kate’s mouth, with her toes almost at the back of her slave’s throat. Every so often, Kate would retch and make gagging noises as Juliet would test her by cramming her toes further into her mouth and deeper to the back of her throat. The deeper Juliet’s foot went into her mouth, the stronger Kate could taste a fresh raw saltiness and the stale corn chip vinegar sweat, once her taste buds were contaminated with this stink, it made her gag and retch uncontrollably. With her mouth stretched so widely open and with Juliet’s foot deeply rooted inside her mouth, it caused her to drool and salivate excessively. Her mouth felt swamped with saliva. Not only was Juliet’s foot in her mouth, but also the top and middle part of her sole was pressed and weighted down heavily on the roof of Kate’s tongue, effectively trapping her tongue to the pit of her mouth leaving it nowhere to go. This caused her to drool much more and have less control over her tongue. She badly wanted to free her tongue, but Juliet’s dominant sole kept it firmly in place and not only that, she was rubbing her sole ever so slowly up and down over Kate’s tongue again and again, ensuring that her nasty pungent foot juices were being fully soaked up. This was an effective method of torment, which could be used on new female prisoners who were reluctant to lick. Kate’s tongue was so cushioned underneath Juliet’s sole, that it caused excessive sticky strands of drool. As Juliet continued to run her foot over Kate’s tongue, a sticky sound could be heard and it became clear that her saliva had become so sticky and gooey; it was sticking to Juliet’s sole as she ran it up and down extremely slowly, done on purpose as Juliet’s was turned on by the sound of Kate’s saliva working hard to tongue wash her rotting stinky smelly feet. The foot torture room was so eerily quiet; it created an extraordinary awkward silence, perfect for tormenting female slaves. Their obvious sounds of disgust and distress could be picked up easily as the room had sensors that recorded the noises so that The Others could relive the moments in the comfort of their own houses. As long as the electromagnetic forces were kept on, nobody in the entire world was ever going to find this island. This evil place was safely cloaked.

“You look like you’re having some fun down there Kate. Don’t worry; I have plenty of work to keep you occupied. I’ll keep you working on this foot for a few hours, then I understand your saliva might have dried up a bit, so you’ll be using some of my spit for a while, it will come in good use for when you spend a few more hours doing my other foot.” Kate’s expression hardly changed, her face oozed an imploring begging gaze as if to say ‘please let me go, I cannot take much more of this’ and as she facially pleaded with her mature tormentor for release, Juliet crammed her foot a bit further down Kate’s throat, once again causing a horrible gagging sound from her slave as the sheer repulsiveness of sweat and corn chip vinegar filtered through her nostrils again causing her cheeks to puff out broadly again as well as a mixture of groans, gasps and sighs, but they were not pleasurable groans, gasps and sighs, far from it. They were tortured reactions to the spirit crushing cruel verbal skills of Juliet.

Juliet took her foot out of Kate’s mouth and as she did, large thick strands of clear saliva oozed out and dripped freely off the end of her foot onto the floor. Kate tried to get her breath back to the best of her ability, but within a couple of seconds, Juliet had forced her spit covered toes back into Kate’s stretched mouth yet again, effectively muffling her speech and trapping her tongue down once more. More gagging noises and retching proceeded during the foot gagging and Kate’s sweat glistened cheeks huffed and puffed at the increasing intensity of Juliet’s unrelenting punishment. She was relishing the power and control she had over Kate, breaking her in brought unbridled joy within her aching loins. She spoke coldly to Kate again in a dominating tone of voice, deriving immense pleasure from eliciting weary responses from her prisoner. Each individual word that Juliet would speak was quite evidently expertly constructed psychological sadism applied to break the girl’s spirit.  

“How is the smell down your end?” Juliet knew Kate couldn’t answer; she just wanted to humiliate her. Kate did respond to the question with what appeared to be an angry overtone on her face mixed with strange puffing sounds. For her insolence she was slapped on the cheek by Juliet’s other foot and as Kate’s cheeks exhaled outwards, Juliet used her toes to tightly squeeze her cheeks back inwards. The foot gagging was extremely punishing for Kate, she could barely breathe properly and her mouth was almost completely engulfed by the front end of Juliet’s stinking sweat covered foot. To add to her troubles, Juliet hooked the grimy toes of her right foot around Kate’s nostrils ensuring that she suffered twice as much punishment. The foot smell was really starting to thicken up by now. Her salty soles were beginning to leave a sweaty trace on Kate’s tongue, which only succeeded in increasing her gag reflex muscles even more. Her jaws were aching, she felt as though the maiden gag would tear her lips or muscles in her cheeks. Juliet had her foot in really deep; Kate’s two front teeth were cushioned against the sweaty skin, but incapable of biting down as the large foot continued to dominate her mouth, imposing its smell and stink onto the unfortunate girl and while she suffered in silence, more torturous minutes continued to pass slowly like they were hours and Kate knew her hell was only just truly beginning. She could feel the slick wrinkles of Juliet’s foot run over her tongue again and again almost repetitively until the foot went deep and then a fresh pungent cheese taste and corn chip smell would cause her to heave violently, but she was able to control her reflexes at the last second and stop herself from throwing up. When she heaved, she felt more saliva being produced in her mouth, which from Juliet’s point of view acted as perfect cleaning fluid to wash her feet clean, although the task didn’t look too appetising from Kate’s perspective, her face was screwed up like she had been forced to suck on a lemon and wrinkles appeared in her hot forehead. Kate’s cheeks bloated outwards as her mouth tried to cope with accommodating Juliet’s pungent salty foot and her wet saliva squelched under the sole. There was apparently no getting away from the torment, but then suddenly someone knocked on the door and proceeded to step inside the Foot Torture Room.

“Hey, stop right there, the game is up, you’re under arrest Juliet!” A strong female voice threatened Juliet, but with the iron maiden chair facing opposite to the door, Kate couldn’t see who had come to her aid, but it didn’t stop her from trying to scream as loud as she could excitedly for help through the gag even with the woman’s foot in her mouth. The booming voice had knocked Juliet off her guard and she slowly began to remove her foot and toes from within Kate’s open lips leaving a long gooey trail of sticky saliva, which dripped all over the floor as her sweaty wet foot departed the girl’s punished mouth, allowing her prisoner some temporary relief.

“Step away from the woman Juliet and keep your hands where I can see them!” The voice was not taking any prisoners, she sounded like a highly trained SWAT team member. Juliet did as she was told and slowly climbed from off the leather armchair with both of her arms hoisted upwards in the air and a glazed expression on her face as the woman’s footsteps clattered across the tiled floor. Through it all, Kate had been thrashing as hard as she possibly could, which wasn’t much. But her overexcitement had enabled her to find renewed energy and vigour and somehow she clawed two of the hooks of the maiden gag out of her mouth, giving her some serious relief. When the two hooks sprung out from behind the left side of her lips, the other two hooks buckled easily and Kate found herself completely free of the gag. She screamed out as loud as she could to grab the full attention of her rescuer and her words came out panicked, rushed and excited all at the same time as the sheer reality of her impending freedom overwhelmed her physically and emotionally. 

“I’m here, I’m here! Help, this woman has been keeping me here and torturing me with her feet. Please get me out! Thank goodness you came.” Kate could not contain herself; it was the utter relief at finally being free of those rotting feet, almost being deep throated to death and completely tortured by the smell and taste of the soles and toes, which made her want to be physically sick. Kate was so happy that she had gotten away before her tongue had been forced to pick up the disgusting lint and foot jam from between Juliet’s toes, she had also completely escaped from having to worship Juliet’s other foot. She tried to control herself by taking small deep breaths and then patiently waited for the mysterious heroine to emerge and begin helping her out of this utterly barbaric iron maiden contraption. Kate wanted nothing more than to finally be taken home and to be taken very far away from this horrible cruel morbid underground world of pain and misery. She felt a rush of pleasure from seeing that smug smile wiped away from Juliet’s face and replaced by noticeable fear. But it was always difficult to tell with Juliet’s expression what she was really feeling about anything. She certainly looked scared at this moment in time as the mysterious woman barged past her, almost knocking her over onto the floor in the process as she continued to stride towards Kate and that is when Kate’s eyes peered nervously upwards and saw the shadowy figure walk plainly into full sight for the very first time and then it dawned on her that she recognised the face. During her earlier sedation she had seen a very tall blonde figure stood in front of her when they were wheeling her into the Foot Torture Room on the gurney, the similarities were there and Kate began to question both her memory and sanity and wondered…

IT COULDN’T BE! COULD IT? And then the voice spoke for the very first time.

“You didn’t really think we were gonna let you go that easily did you bitch?” It was the voice of the dominant blonde girl Shannon Rutherford. She had originally spent time as one of the Losties, but her spoilt brat personality had shone in the company of The Others who immediately enlisted her within their hierarchy. Knowing that her and Juliet’s little practical joke had fooled Kate, she crouched downwards and put her face on a level with her prisoner and gave her the cruellest and most sadistic spoilt smirk she could muster. Shannon’s psychological tactics had worked like a treat and the smugness of her facial taunting caused a despairing Kate to become fully enraged as she struggled, strained and sweated like a wild animal in her chains.

“TRAITOR!” Kate had her teeth fully gritted as she shouted the word into Shannon’s face and trying to spit as she said it. Shannon responded by smirking even more smugly but remained merciless as she dominantly used the thumb and fingers of her right hand to tightly squeeze Kate’s cheeks inwards leaving her utterly undignified as her new tormentor began pouring words into her, even more brutally than Juliet did.

“Listen you fucking little bitch, you’re not in any position to be screaming at me. I’ve been hearing how much of a little stubborn slut you’ve been these last few days and frankly I’m getting tired of your whining. You fucking whore, did you enjoy my half eaten sandwich? Well I don’t care, you’re gonna be doing it on a regular basis from now on, licking all the scraps from my dirty plates like the good little bitch you are, making sure they are clean with your tongue, fucking bitch. Call me a traitor again if you dare and I’ll make you spend the rest of your pathetic life cleaning floors. Do you have any idea what I’m worth? Bitch, I own you. All I see you fit for is a snot rag, yeah I’m going to use your cute little face as a towel for my snot, your mouth will be a receptacle for my slimy bogies and spit, then you’ll begin working passionately on my feet and toes.” Shannon had wound part of Kate’s fringe around her left forefinger as she spoke with much more menace and viciousness than Juliet, but Kate’s feistiness was relentless and through the punishment she was receiving, managed to summon up the courage and again lash Shannon with the brutal truth.

“YOU FUCKING TRAITOR SHAN….” She screamed the words at her cruel tormentor almost with tears in her eyes, but for doing so, Shannon slapped her ferociously across the face and followed it up by launching a large sprinkle of fresh wet spit, which seemed to splash across Kate’s nose, cheeks and mouth all at once. To rub salt into the wounds, Shannon pulled Kate’s hair harshly with her finger until it began to cause maximum pain at the root of her sweaty forehead and Kate winced in pain from the torment. Her right cheekbone was stinging from the slap and she could smell and taste the pungent flavour of Shannon’s saliva that was now contaminating her face and mouth. As she tried to regain a foothold and recover from her new terrifying ordeal, Shannon finished the altercation by taunting her slave some more.   

“I think we’re gonna have to make you some more of those cold ham sandwiches bitch! Maybe I’ll just throw all the ingredients into one of my well-worn nylon stockings and then wear it for a week or two and let you lick the mangled remains from off my feet and then we’ll add a bit of mayonnaise and spit as condiments, Mmm. You’ve got lots to look forward to my little fucking slut pony.” Shannon continued her verbal humiliation for what seemed like ever, that was until she introduced another Ex-Lostie to Kate. Shannon wanted to see the expression on Kate’s face when she realised that Sun Kwon had also sold out and joined The Others. Of course Shannon tingled with delight when the shocked expression increased on Kate’s sweaty face. Not just one traitor now, but two traitors! How many more girls would turn against Kate, she felt desperately outnumbered and even more lonely and vulnerable, whom could she turn to for help now? As she pondered her fate, Juliet had taken the liberty of sitting in her comfortable leather seat in front of Kate. Juliet doused her right shoe heel with chloroform from a bottle, dabbing it on a square patch of cotton wool while casually asking her prisoner a chilling question. She was so calm and composed, but in the same cold way that a medical surgeon is calm before he begins to torture you to death slowly with a scalpel. Juliet was the type of woman who would take great pleasure in keeping humans in cages like animals in a zoo, her voice appeared kindly, but it was sinister.

“Do you have any last words Kate before we finish you off?” Kate didn’t reply, she had been temporarily demoralised by the false hope of escape and also Shannon’s overpowering viciousness, which was without doubt becoming her main concern and worry at the moment as intimidating and ugly sides of The Others were beginning to rear their head and for her it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay afloat from the escalating and unrelenting punishment, cruel dominant girls and rigid bondage.

“So be it Kate…” Juliet’s final words were spoken like a professional cold-blooded killer or even worse, an executioner. She lengthened her leg outwards slowly moving the sole of her black high heel shoe in the direction of Kate’s terrified face, which was screaming over and over again ‘no… please… no…’ while Juliet’s foot travelled the short distance and eventually covered her nose. It only took mere seconds for the chloroform to cut off Kate’s pleas, drowning out her last begging words in efficiently quick time and ultimately rendering her unconscious almost immediately.

Sun Kwon and Shannon stood aside Juliet in a crescent shape and the three dominant women spent the next moments looking at their gorgeous incarcerated fugitive and grinning evilly, they were obviously looking forward to what was to come next. The three women had obviously waited for this opportunity to get to know Kate a little more informally, to inspect and play with her for a little while. Kate herself was also going to be getting to know the three ladies more informally too; very informally in fact, during the session she was going to learn that compliance was the only option available to her and that sole restricted option was to lick sweaty feet obediently for many long hours, practically spending the remainder of her life doing so. As far as they were concerned, she shouldn’t have broken the law, but by carrying out the criminal activities that she did, meant that she fell under their radar and girls who fell under their radar never got out of it, they were eventually reeled in like small fresh fish caught on the end of a baited hook and thrown down into the keep net for future use. Right now, the ensnared little fishy was ready to face her spit bath, a long wet affair with their sweated feet being used as cleaning brushes.  

Juliet, Shannon and Sun Kwon’s human spittoon and foot slave

With Kate unconscious, some of the male guards were able to open the iron maiden chair without fear of reprisal. It took some time for the guards to unlock all the bolts and padlocks, which ran vertically from top to bottom of the contraption. The three women looked on, talking amongst themselves as the men worked hard to open the trap. It was not that they were too weak to open the iron maiden or too fragile to carry Kate over to the Jacuzzi, they just felt that a woman’s position was much more superior than that of a male’s position. The women gave the orders and were treated like queens, not a single man on the island dared to question their authority. The men understood this themselves too; they knew their place and lived by the female dictum of ‘work, obey and serve’ without ever questioning it. Any man brave enough to rebel or question this maxim was consigned to subhuman standards and imprisoned in the same way the female prisoners were. If a few males dared to rebel, they were thrown into an oubliette pit below the ground filled with well-worn footwear and twenty-five inches of dirty rotting foot water. The men would soon become too ill and weak having to live in this stinking pit twenty hours a day and would soon be begging for mercy. The women were merciless however and only visited the oubliette every so often to throw in the leftover scraps on their plates and then the iron grille was sealed again forcing the dying men into almost pitch black darkness. The men would try to lie as best they could on the pit of high heel shoes, but it was almost impossible and they would sink downwards, eventually finding a torturous refuge lying soaked in the sweaty foot water going many nights without sleep. The oubliette was almost airtight and reeked of stale sweat and leather. Every so often factory machines in the ceiling of the pit would overturn and empty hundreds more pairs of sweated high heel shoes into the pit along with gallons and gallons of smelly foot water, causing some of the men to sink hopelessly beneath the pit and suffocate. Those who survived made brave attempts to climb up the walls, leaving desperate scratch marks in the slick concrete, but no matter how motivated or determined they were, they knew climbing up the slick sweated walls was an impossible task, and many of the guys found themselves sliding back down into the pit hopelessly followed by anguished groans before they even got a quarter up the side of the wall. The dominant women would stand on top of the iron grille above them looking down with certain relish on these condemned prisoners like giantesses as the men’s energy slowly sapped out of them and they became too exhausted to even try to get out. The women would add more shoes, stinking pairs of socks, knickers, nylons, pantyhose clothing of all types along with more gallons of foot water to encourage the men to fight for their survival. It was man’s instinct to survive by any means, but the increased adding of worn sweaty footwear to their pit crushed their spirits and hopes, demoralising them completely and resigning them to a slow silent death in the confines of the oubliette. Some men were lucky and were spiked to death early by the heel points sticking in their flesh as they were poured in.

The three men had opened the iron maiden contraption and began to carry Kate’s lifeless sweat soaked body over to the medium sized Jacuzzi as instructed by Juliet earlier. She was still wearing the same sweaty green t-shirt and dirty brown combat pants and her white cotton socks were now reeking with sweat from being stifled inside the iron maiden apparatus for so long, but they decided to leave her socks on.

Shannon still wanted the female prisoner in a more humiliating situation though; as she used both of her hands and grabbed Kate’s brown combat pants at the bottom and give them an almighty pull backwards, almost taking her legs off with the force as the pants came down Kate’s legs and were eventually peeled off fully by the dominant Shannon as Juliet and Sun watched on. Kate was now left almost bare apart from her green t-shirt, white socks and black thong, which had wedged itself into her sweaty pussy and ass crack. Sun picked the thong out of Kate’s ass crack and began to give her a wedgie pulling the flexible elastic upwards and letting it spring back down, which cracked against Kate’s ass cheeks, but she didn’t wake up or feel the sting and this caused Korean girl Sun to speak in her cute broken English.

“She sleeps through the pain, but not through the pain of us spitting her.” There was both innocence and dominance to her spoken English and Juliet laughed with her Korean friend about the situation and then spoke back to her in a kinder warmer and more resonating voice than she had ever shown Kate. That was one of Juliet’s most fundamental rules, never show weakness to the serfs or allow them to even breathe.

“I couldn’t agree more Sun, she’ll certainly feel it alright and she is going to feel it even more when we put her in the sweat box chamber.” Juliet never took short cuts when she spoke; she just used controlled educated English and was very clear in explaining her plans, which is why the mature blonde woman was such a good co-leader of The Others, vying for top spot with Charlotte Lewis, but there was no rivalry between them. The Others had outlawed any internal disputes and were under strict instructions to never show any signs of weakness as it would motivate the female slaves and encourage them to find means of escape from their captivity.

“Oriental women like to spit, they are very good at it, especially in Japan, it is known as Tsubashanpu.” The 24 year old Sun Kwon was seemingly looking forward to this session even more than Juliet and Shannon were as she had spent many long years in South Korea mastering her domination skills and was exemplary in spitting and foot worship scenes and she had honed many different and varied techniques over the last decade. Juliet nodded at her and Sun nodded back as Shannon watched on.

“We’re gonna need to restrain her, I say we use the handcuffs and Bicep Arm Binders…” Shannon had suggested reassuringly good and solid means of security but Juliet disagreed…”I would go for the Opera Gloves, they are more inescapable.” “Hmm maybe, what about the Leather Armbinder, we can wrap it over the shoulders, leather is very tough to get out of…” Sun interrupted with her own suggestion, “We need to use something that is definitely impossible to get loose from, so I would say the Bicep Arm Binders combined with the Padded Premium Leather Locking Restraints.” The three women were bickering like spoilt schoolgirls over which accessory their doll should wear… More time passed by as they decided.

“The restraints are practically the same, just slightly different variations, are we agreed on the Bicep Arm Binders with Padded Leather Cuffs then?” Shannon’s question merited an answer that only needed Juliet’s approval as Sun had also suggested this particular means of bondage. Juliet nodded, “Okay I agree, we use the Bicep Arm Binder and Leather Cuffs, but I also want her wearing the Leather Leg Binders because I know that bitch has got a strong kick on her and I sure don’t want her getting loose and causing an injury to someone.” Sun responded immediately, “We’ve got stun guns, I am a hundred and ten percent sure she can’t overpower us and if she tries, then it will be painful volts in her body.” Sun’s broken English came across in a very naive yet sadistic way and she didn’t really smile when she spoke and her piercing black eyes were so curvaceous and strict, which only increased her mysterious and dominant aura. She anticipated the torture with much relish and joy.

Juliet gave the orders to one of her men to start putting Kate in the leg and arm binders, which they did without question, not even daring to look her in the eyes for fear of what could happen. The feet of the three women had built up such a stink over the weeks and were primed and ready to be fully unleashed upon the poor defenceless Kate. Corn chips and tart pungent aromas mixed with leather and sweat seemed to emanate from their feet and drift in all directions, these new odours would begin to add to the many years worth of foot stink already plaguing the room.

Juliet Burke was 34 years old and 5”9 in height, although her favoured six inch black stilettos propelled her to 6”3 or 6”4. She had worn so many pairs of shoes over the last twenty-five years that she didn’t know what it felt like to be 5 foot 9 inches tall anymore. Her feet were very mature and wrinkled and had seen many unwilling tongues over the last twenty years. Although her feet were experienced, she had kept them in great condition. Long years of wearing in shoes and stockings for prolonged periods of time had given her feet a permanently punishing foot stink.

She had shoulder length fluffy blonde hair and a vindictive smirk eternally etched onto her face, which seemed to span the length of her cheeks. The American woman’s personality was cool but cruel and she gave the impression of a woman with a lot of enigma. She was dominant and in control all the time, she never felt panicked or scared, even during her catfight with Kate Austen in the cell. Her ultimate fantasies had begun to be realised when she began dominating younger women with her feet, eventually co-creating an empire on a private island in the South Pacific with Charlotte Staples Lewis, the two of them began to indulge in their deepest darkest desires and make it a reality. Kate and Claire being the latest in the long line of fresh meat to spend many years in the Spider underneath sweated feet.

Shannon Rutherford was only 20 years old and yet she was very dominating and possessed self-confidence in abundance. She was the same height as Juliet at 5”9 and also liked to wear six inch shoes with different variations. Most of her height belonged to her long beautiful slim toned legs, which seemed to go on forever and ever, she looked great in high heels, boots and trainers, it didn’t really matter.

With bright blonde hair, glowing skin and bikini-perfect proportions, Shannon fitted the stereotype of spoilt brat but stunningly beautiful American girl. She was the type of girl who was selfish and unpleasant, always carrying a mobile phone and chewing gum or making sure her makeup was just right. Sexually she could swing either way, especially after seeing how hot Kate looked in captivity. Her short education with The Others had really brought on the development of her foot fantasies and taken them to a whole new perverted level. She had always had a dominant streak in her, in particular she delighted in making other women succumb to her dominance, especially women who argued with her or fought with her and she loved to see them grovel and submit before increasing her sadism over her victims.

Sun-Hwa Kwon was only 5”6 tall in height, but wearing six inch high heels gave her a much needed boost to over six feet tall. Height wasn’t really Sun’s greatest weapon, her strict personality and vast experience in foot domination and spitting was what made female prisoners fear her the most. She never smiled in their presence, always in control and sometimes taunting them in her own dominant Korean language. She was very quiet and reserved, but you couldn’t mistake these personality traits for shyness and subservience, she was simply very self-controlled.

Sun had jet-black hair and beautifully oiled oriental skin. Her eyes tilted slightly upwards at the edges with the central top parts beautifully crescent shaped and her eyebrows were fashioned in perfect conjunction to them. She had joined The Others because she wanted to express her dominant side and have full control and access over limitless female slaves with which to torture with her stinky smelly feet. Sun was very experimental and loved to spend hours, days, weeks and months with her prisoners to really expand on their limitations and see how much punishment the girls could withstand before eventually breaking down in desolation.

The three men did as they were instructed and moved Kate over to where the Jacuzzi was situated. These guys would have loved nothing more than to have a chance to play with Kate, but the foot-crazed females that ruled the faction had strictly forbidden it. Girls had fun and men had none. Not only were the males sex starved, but they were also forced to wear chastity belts at all times, which was extremely frustrating. Men were constantly teased and denied by their lust towards many of the female prisoners, the attractiveness of Kate Austen and Claire Littleton drove them completely insane and it usually led to their downfall in the oubliette pit.

For now, the men put their obvious feelings of sexual impotence to one side as they gently lay Kate down inside a medium sized white Jacuzzi. When they had done their job effectively, they were quickly shown the exit door without even a tiny thank you.

The Jacuzzi was circular and its surface was of a similar texture to that of a bath or shower, with smooth glistening tiles built into the floor and they were extruding ever so slightly. The four sides were curved like a ski slope and on one of the sides there were narrow silver pipes or tubes running from out of the interior. It was an ordinary Jacuzzi, no different to any other, except that there was no water in it whatsoever.

Juliet, Sun and Shannon didn’t waste time in climbing into the Jacuzzi and finding comfortable seating positions around their female slave. The three girls had her completely surrounded by their legs. Juliet had decided to take her sitting position underneath Kate, so that Kate was lying in her lap with her back against Juliet’s breasts. This enabled Juliet to keep her arms around Kate’s upper body and limbs to keep her immobile. The arm binder was very taut on the biceps and the locking roller buckle did a fine job of keeping her arms secure behind her back. The binder was so tightly wrenched around her arms, it caused Kate’s chest to expand a little outwards.

For extra security, the women had put Padded Leather Cuffs around Kate’s slender wrists. These were comfortable however, as ½ inch of leather padding was naturally stitched into the cuffs. The wrist restraints were reinforced with three layers of leather, giving them a heavy-duty design and made escape from them exceedingly unlikely, especially when combined with the arm binder. The tightness of the Bicep Binder pushed the arms inwards and made it almost impossible to manoeuvre the wrists into either left or right directions. Not only were her arms rendered helpless, but also her legs were placed into a 24-inch Leather Leg Binder to stop the feisty Kate from kicking out with her feet. The Leather Leg Binder covered the legs almost fully, but left the private area and feet exposed. For extra safety, two straps were fastened across the knees and thighs and a single foot strap kept the leg binders from being pulled upwards. The punishing bondage was topped off with a leather waist harness that utilised four straps, which attached to the leg binder to keep it firmly in place. There was no getting out of this for Kate, but her chances were a little more favourable in comparison to the maiden chair contraption. This bondage offered a little more freedom and movement, not much, but enough for Kate to think she had a damn chance of getting loose. Kate was a positive girl, but even she would probably realise that the likelihood of all the bondage gear that she was now bound in breaking was somewhat close to impossible and even then she would have to slowly hop out of a deep Jacuzzi somehow without breaking her neck, and then continue her sluggish escape out of a locked punishment room that was barred and padlocked securely from the outside, while three women give chase with stun guns ready to pounce on her at will. The task of escaping was utterly daunting for Kate.

While Juliet was comfortable underneath Kate’s warm sweaty back and with her womanly legs astride Kate’s leather-bound legs, Shannon had found her new pleasure seat by straddling Kate’s groin and positioned her long slim legs at either side of Kate’s hips. Sun had taken a side position next to Shannon and she appeared relaxed and content in waiting for her chance to sit in a much hotter dominant seat.

Juliet and Sun were barefoot; their feet had built up such a stink over the weeks, but Shannon’s feet were especially sweaty and stinky, as she had spent many hours wearing many layers of light and dark brown nylon stockings to deliberately create a pungent foot odour, the sweaty lint smell was contained and trapped even more as she wrapped plenty of Clingfilm around her nylon stockings, over and over again. She would then keep her feet maintained in this way, walking around oftenly on purpose to make her feet sweat even more and she smiled as her feet became slicker and slicker until she could feel pools of sweat building up in her nylons. At bedtime, she kept her feet in an Infrared Wooden Foot Sauna and left them in there all night. Her feet were so well layered and protected; it made her feet smell and sweat so much. She had left the absolutely reeking nylons and Clingfilm on her feet, right up until this moment; she was relishing unveiling them to Kate and unleashing the horrific smell into her nostrils and mouth and then sadistically mixing it up with her fresh spit as well as Sun and Juliet’s spitted feet. This was going to be a nasty unpleasant experience for Kate and a terrible taste of things to come for the future.

“Wake up bitch!”… Shannon was a naturally cruel girl; she disliked Kate because Kate was Canadian and she herself was from Los Angeles, California. Americans and Canadians had a seemingly bitter rivalry and this gave Shannon more fuel and an extra reason to despise Kate. “Stick your toe in her nose, that’ll rouse her.” Juliet was egging her young friend on to use her stink feet to wake up Kate…  Sun spoke too, “Kate, wakey wakey, time for your mouth inspection little bitch.” The three women laughed out together. “I said wake… the… fuck… up… BITCH!” Each word merited a firm strike as Shannon slapped Kate’s cheek with her right foot again and again causing her cheek to wobble and the Clingfilm to rustle slightly. “Wake up bitch, don’t you Canadians even understand English? Dumb little brunette.” She spat out and a small spatter struck Kate on her forehead, which seemed to awaken Kate from her drugged-state and she began mumbling. “Whaa, what’s gooa?” After seeing Shannon spit, Sun felt compelled to lean closer herself to Kate’s face and she followed up by letting out a small droplet of fresh spit onto her face, as she did, Juliet moved her left foot upwards and twisted it inwards massaging the spit into Kate’s forehead with her bare toes. “Wake up Kate, you’re free, we got you off that island, you’re safe now.” Juliet spoke calmly as she continued massaging the spit into her head. This got an immediate reaction from Kate as the exciting words caused her face to brighten up and her eyes quickly opened wide. As her eyes opened, she nearly jumped in shock, all she could see was a large womanly foot right in front of her face, and it was rubbing slowly up and down against her wet forehead. It was at that exact moment that the awful realisation hit home and she knew that she hadn’t been rescued at all; it was just another cruel practical joke at her expense. “You stupid bitches, all of you! YOU’RE ALL SICK!!!” Kate began shouting and struggling ferociously and Juliet had a tough job keeping her held down. Shannon wasn’t intimidated and taunted Kate, “you done yet whore!” she displayed her personal contempt of Kate with a fresh wet sprinkle of spit which splattered all over Kate’s face, hitting her nose, lips, mouth and cheeks. “Urghh noo.” Kate was disgusted, her face creased up and tried to turn away as the spit contaminated her face, but she was given no time to recover as Sun followed up with her own fresh batch of spit, fresh from her dominant Korean mouth hole. “Toot.” The spit landed right under Kate’s nose and the pungent vinegary smell became apparent immediately and this infuriated her even more. As Kate became more infuriated, Shannon followed up with another thick load of spit, and then it was Sun’s turn again, they began to bombard her face over and over again non-stop, taking turns to splatter her face with their warm pungent spit and making sure it hit. Kate was trying everything to weave her head out of the way, but Juliet kept her body dominantly locked around the slave’s body and made fully sure that the thick slimy saliva hit her in the face repeatedly. “You fuckin’ whores… TOOT! Just let me… TTFFFFTT, TOOOT, TFFFFTTT, STOP IT!” Each time Kate tried to fight back or reason with her tormentors, Shannon and Sun spitting continuously into her face interrupted her from speaking, until eventually they stopped and rested. “No resting for you Kate.”

Juliet scrunched her feet inwards and started to use her sweaty bare soles to rub the fresh spit into her face, really smearing it in until the punishing corn chip aroma from her feet and the salt and vinegar spit smell was really rubbed into her sweaty skin. As she was punishing Kate, Shannon and Sun began laughing sadistically in front of the slave. “Aww poor Katie, all wet and sweaty are we?” Juliet took her foot away from Kate’s face as Shannon moved closer to her prey. “This one is for you bitch, I own you, you’re my little lesbian plaything and there’s nothing you can do about it.” As Shannon taunted Kate, she positioned her head closer to hers, opened her mouth and then very slowly began to let a long sticky thick strand of fresh spit fall down the centre of her face until the last part of her saliva nestled in such a sticky way across Kate’s lips. Kate nearly retched from the awful smell and taste, but was distracted as Juliet’s feet came back onto her face, clamping down on the fresh saliva with her bare sole and then slowly matting it into her face and smearing the spit to make sure that it was soaking into her skin. Sun began to help smear the spit into Kate’s face with her smooth sweaty foot and as she did, Juliet moved her stinking foot away and locked her corn chip toes over Kate’s nostrils, the transition now left Kate at the mercy of Sun’s dominant feet and the Korean girl smirked evilly as she continued to rub her foot all over Kate’s face, causing sickened reactions from the poor girl. Kate did try to bite at the skin of Sun’s sweaty soles as she slowly massaged the saliva into her face, but the continuous movement of Sun’s feet made it hard for Kate to get a grip, but she did eventually succeed in biting the foot. “Ow! The bitch nipped me with her teeth.” Sun kicked Kate in the side of the face for daring to bite her sole skin and Shannon interrupted. “Is the bitch biting you? Hey whore, listen up, you keep biting and I’m going to put this stink gag on your mouth. Trust me, you wont want to wear this thing, its nasty, like you bitch.” Shannon moved her face inches away from Kate’s, choosing to intimidate her by staring her out before eventually smirking in front of Kate and then she sneeringly spit a fresh load of frothy saliva directly into Kate’s mouth, which got the reaction the dominant blonde wanted, a pure look of repugnance and acceptance at the same time. She loved the dominance so much that she collected a bundle of phlegm from the back of her throat and followed up her first spit wave with an equally punishing second attack, which also landed inside Kate’s mouth. “The second one is for not behaving bitch!” After Shannon had finished for now, Sun resumed the punishing foot session by forcing her sweaty cheesy feet into Kate’s face again and Juliet used her right foot to cover Kate’s nostrils up. The sweaty corn chip vinegar and leathery cheese aromas began to really rub the vinegary smelling spit into her skin and it made her heave a little as both women’s feet continued to dominate her face completely. It was as though she wasn’t a living thing anymore; they seemed to be using her face like it was a dirty snot rag, not even taking her feelings into consideration and constantly ignoring her pleas only increased the torturous objectification. None of the women were anything other than merciless, especially Shannon, she was brutal, never willing to allow Kate to gain the upper hand on the situation and constantly demeaning her and controlling her every move and action. “Let’s add some more spit into her nose.” Sun was sensing that the spit was drying into Kate’s face and wanted to apply some new layers. Juliet and Shannon agreed and so the harsh spit bath continued as the three of them now took it in turns to spit in her face. “TOOTTT, PFFTT, TFFFTTPP, TPPFFF, TOOTT, PFFTTT, TFFFFPPTT.” Each load felt like she was being hit by a shower of rain, but the smell was foul and constant, making her wetter and stickier and when it spattered underneath her nostril holes, that smell of overpowering warm vinegar would hit home and really repulse her very much, causing her face to scrunch up into a ball, but this defensive instinct did not stop the barrage of endlessly thick sticky spit from splashing across her face. “PTTFFFFF, TOOT, TOOT, TFFFPPF, TPFFTTT.” Shannon decided to punish Kate with a slow spit that seemed to squelch between her lips and once the cannon was loaded, the blonde spoilt bitch let the cannon fire. “FFFFFFFFFFF…TTTFFFPPFFFFTT.” This was a huge splatter of spit, which really spread across Kate’s face and it had almost covered her entirely. “Ok, let’s rub that one in to her face.” Sun and Juliet took up the reins and began putting their unbearably sweaty soles and toes back into Kate’s face and kneading the saliva into her skin as if it were a moisturising cream. Sun spoke slowly and sadistically to Kate as they punished her with their feet, “Much flavour for you to enjoy.” Her language was broken slightly, but the psychology of the word flavour caused Kate to gulp and retch at the same time and she nearly threw up, her mouth already full of wet spit and phlegm fresh from Shannon’s mouth and Juliet’s toes pinched over her nose made it hard to breathe comfortably. Juliet had time to say a word or two while she had her feet locked over Kate’s nose like a gas mask, forcing her to inhale the punishing foot stink. “Enjoying yourself Kate? If only you could realise how utterly doomed you are, this is nothing, what we’re doing to you is only going to increase and increase and last for many years to come. When we are finished with you, you’re going to be so crushed; you will be begging to eat your dinner off our feet like a dog. We have been chewing girls like you up for breakfast and spitting you out for a long time, you’re merely a fresh new toy off the conveyor belt that will endure our feet for a hell of a long time.” Kate was silent in her response, giving only a passive expression as Sun Kwon continued to weave the strands of spit into her cheeks, under her nose and onto her lips. “What are you looking at slut? Keep your eyes down bitch, don’t you dare look me in the eye, little Canadian whore!” Shannon’s verbal attacks made going to hell seem appetising. Kate was suffering badly, but she had enough fire and feistiness to defy Shannon, her insolence resulted in another punishing spit bomb from the twisted blonde girl. “FFFFFFFFFFFFF…TFFFFFFFFFF!” An extremely harsh jet stream of sticky spit from Shannon’s open mouth erupted into her face, almost smothering her, it was absolutely disgusting. “Fucking slut, take my spit like the good little receptacle you are. You actually think I would let you get away with disobeying my orders? For that I’m gonna make sure you worship these feet I have packed away just for you, for your mouth only. You should be thankful I’ve been saving this stink on my feet for you.” The verbal humiliation and condemnation of Kate was relentless and it was beginning to have an effect on her physically and mentally as the spitting continued on and on. “PFFFTTTTTT, TOOTTT, TTOOTFFFF, PPFFSHH, TOOTT, TTTFFPPSS, TTTFFFF, FFFFFPPTTT, TOOFFFTTTTT.”

Wet saliva splattered and bounced off her face non-stop, it was like she was being savagely ambushed by water pistols, but here, the guns were loaded with wet sticky and warm frothy spit and it utterly bombarded her face. The women were firing so much spit into her direction, that occasionally some of it would miss and end up dripping down her neck and shoulders and running slowly down into her sweaty cleavage. Some of their punishing mouth fluids almost hit Kate in the eyes, causing her to close them tightly to avoid being temporarily blinded, but this evasion tactic didn’t stop the women from spitting on her eyelids and laughing as their spit drooped off her eyebrows in a sticky and soggy fashion. Once they were fully satisfied that they had pasted enough spit on her face, it would be back to the foot torture for Kate as they punished her face with their sweaty female feet, rubbing all the sweat and spit into her face and dominating her completely with the salt and vinegar, corn chip and cheese really escalating into her nostrils. Kate could feel her skin creasing up as the spit was drying in and felt very sticky. When she tried to move her eyelids, the sensitive skin would stick to the skin at the top of her cheeks and pull apart slowly as her eye muscles worked harder to open. The gang of women didn’t give her a second to relax or obtain any sense of freedom; they just continued to casually and gently assault her face with intentionally sweated up feet. Juliet’s flat sole was so big and overpowering, it almost covered her entire face, threatening to swallow her nose and mouth in the process. Out of all the smells bombarding her, Kate could smell the corn chip more than anything as Juliet kept her foot pressed over her face like a bondage gas mask. She tried so hard to not smell up, but with Juliet’s foot suffocating her so much, she had to breathe in through her nose and get a full whiff of that punishing corn chip foot stink. “Do you like cheddar popcorn Kate?” Juliet smirked at her little girl toy as she taunted her and Kate angrily tried her best to let her know what she thought, but the words didn’t come out coherently. “Ymmp, fucmmmph, bitmmph.” Juliet offered false sympathy. “I know Kate, you’re right it does stink down there doesn’t it?” Kate was angered again, “jumppffpfhfhh, fuupmmppphhh.” Sun spoke this time, “I’m sorry Kate did you want to say something? You will have to speak a little clearer.” Kate was fuming with rage; she could see the deliberate look of sadism in the Korean girl’s dark eyes and launched into a fresh tirade. “Mppphhhhhhhh, fummmpphhhhh, bitchmmppphhpphhh!” Juliet had given Kate a second to breathe and it had caused a coherent word to escape from under the claustrophobia of her giant stinking foot. Sun was not happy. “Did you just call me a bitch?” Sun began to crouch down until she was face-to-face with Kate and then she psyched her out with her cruel Far East eyes. She proceeded to grab a handful of Kate’s sweaty tangled hair tightly in the palm of her right hand and spoke sadistically. “You’re the bitch Kate Austen. Understand that you and me will be having plenty of one-on-one time together in the future and you will become accustomed to how the feet of Korean girl’s taste and smell, plenty of hours for you to savour their texture. Now get back to work bitch!” Sun became more vicious as she spoke her final words and then she let go of Kate’s hair by pulling her hand away sharply, which made Kate wince. As soon as Sun had finished, she looked Kate squarely in the eyes and dragged a collection of spit from the back of her tongue to the front of her cavernous lips and the saliva squelched wetly as she let it fly out of her mouth “FFFFFFFFF…TOOOTTTTTTFFFF.” The spit had landed on the pinnacle of Kate’s nose and actually managed to hang droopily off the end, the long strand of sticky spit was dangling and as the strand size increased in length, it began to fall downwards and eventually fell torturously and disgustingly into Kate’s mouth. Kate spat out instantaneously with obvious disgust, as she could taste the saliva, which was now ever so slightly cold and tasted pungent. Sun had now began to lie down comfortably in her relaxed seated position and resumed putting her feet on Kate’s face, trying to squeeze her toes into Kate’s mouth, but she wouldn’t open her lips, so her reward was a meaty kick from Sun’s foot in the side of the head for being so impertinent and uncooperative. Juliet and Shannon also aided with a couple of kicks. 

Now that Juliet had taken her giant foot off Kate’s face, she could clearly smell Sun Kwon’s disgusting foot odour. Her foot had that fresh raw pink and white look, it was as if she had spent weeks wearing socks and had only now taken them off. Her foot still had an imprint of the sock and the skin glowed pungently as Sun wafted it torturously in front of Kate’s nose before slowly and methodically placing her toes over her nostrils. Kate’s nose was now fully imprisoned and overpowered completely by the Korean girl’s sweaty toes. As she took control of Kate’s breathing, she also brought the sole of her foot downwards and slowly covered Kate’s mouth with it until her face was once again trapped under foot and brought to heel. Juliet watched, but played her part carefully as she kept Kate’s head and body completely rigid while Sun Kwon had her share of the fun. Shannon was uncharacteristically quiet, but she knew that her chance would come around again sooner rather than later. The large quantities of toe jam in between Sun Kwon’s toes was unbelievable as Kate could see it from out of the corner of her eyes, but more disgustingly, she could smell the cheesy lint, which had a rank stench as it was waiting to become a part of her face.

Shannon began to reach down and started using her longish pink painted fingernails to claw at the Clingfilm. The sweaty greasy plastic had been stuck on her feet for so long, she had totally forgotten where the end of the wrap was. The Clingfilm was tightly bound around each of her feet, over and over again with many layers to effectively keep any of the sweat from escaping out of her multi-nyloned feet. One could only imagine how hideous the stench was inside by now after all this time; surely her feet would stink so badly. While Shannon was peeling the edge of the Clingfilm off, she also took the time and pleasure to watch Sun and Juliet taking it in turns to deep throat Kate with their feet, making her cheeks bloat outwards. Kate did attempt to struggle free time and time again, but her futile efforts continued unrewarded and once she became too tired out, Sun and Juliet would work together to forcibly widen her lips open with their toes and then insert their feet deeply to the back of her throat, wedging them inside so that she couldn’t even close her mouth.

Kate’s trapped tongue immediately became contaminated with saltiness and sweaty cheese and vinegar. The punishing foot gag meant she hardly had any control over her mouth and this caused her to drool and salivate excessively. This lack of control and uncomfortable scenario had also forced her tongue to routinely keep sucking the underside of their toes and upper soles of their feet. Kate tried to pull her tongue upwards to push Juliet’s foot out of her mouth, but there was absolutely no room whatsoever to manoeuvre her tongue free while it lay trapped underneath Juliet’s strong mature tasting feet in this way. It was a battle that Kate’s tongue was never going to even hope to win. Juliet didn’t even have to exert that much force to keep her foot in Kate’s mouth; it was down to pure psychics. The experiment’s brutal message and final conclusion was that the maximum power in a woman’s foot was much stronger than the maximum power that could be gained by a human tongue. 

“I can feel you Kate. Trying to get your tongue out. It won’t work; you may as well give it up.” Juliet could literally feel Kate’s wet tongue wriggling under her sole trying to prise a way out somehow and Juliet found that this was quite ticklish. The tickling would eventually stop and that is when Juliet would run her foot over and over again across the top of Kate’s tongue, letting those cruel distasteful foot odours from off her feet entrench themselves into Kate’s taste organ, making her gag and retch and at times struggle to breathe. Kate couldn’t handle the feeling of being forcibly deep throated by sweating feet and she tried hard again to resist, thrashing her body side to side and even trying to bite down on Juliet’s foot. As she did, Sun’s used her big toe to push Kate’s top lip upwards in a humiliating fashion. She found it amusing stretching Kate’s mouth with her toes and took it further by gripping Kate’s upper lip between her big toe and index toe and pulled it outwards. While she did this, Juliet had a bigger gap and squeezed a little bit more of her foot into Kate’s mouth. All three women started laughing at Kate, they were enjoying this punishment, making her look like a complete idiot and degrading her completely with their sweated feet.

“The best things in life are free right bitch? You get to have all our spit and sweat in your mouth and we don’t make you pay a dime. You should be eternally grateful that we allow you to taste our incredible aromas.” Shannon edged closer to Kate’s face, gazing sadistically into her victim’s eyes with those amazingly cute but cruel blue eyes of hers. “Just wait until you see what I have in store for you, it’s just for me and you, our own little adventure together. I’m not so sure if you’ve ever visited Salt and Vinegar City, it’s a special city exclusively for girls like yourself, I’m very sure you will enjoy your long stay in my stinky city, all the cute girls like you are shrunken down to a miniature size and kept here in this city until we are happy with your behaviour and complete obedience. The thing is, this beautiful city is situated inside my Roberto Botticelli leather boots. It is a very warm city and gets rather clammy at this time of the year, sometimes it rains and drizzles in the city, but the air is mostly humid and ever-present. The stench has an inescapable omnipresence. In this city, the sky really is not the limit; the top of the boot is the limit. Little female canine dogs like you, they never get to see that boot line, as they stay at the very bottom.” 

Shannon took a perverse satisfaction in comparing life at the bottom of her boots to that of a large city and could clearly see Kate becoming more and more repulsed at the very idea of spending time inside Shannon’s boots, sweating to death at the very bottom, wedged between the leather wall and Shannon’s overpowering and smelly toes, knowing for a fact that she couldn’t possibly get out of Shannon’s dominant foot prison. Kate despised the fact that this blonde girl could get away with calling her bitch every time she spoke and she had to just sit back and accept it. Kate was older than Shannon and knew she would probably kick her ass in a one-on-one fight, but the opportunity to do so was not on the horizon. It just frustrated her so much to be at the mercy of this extremely cocky girl and her endlessly clever and debasing put downs. She hated the fact that Shannon could control her, verbally abuse her and literally slap her around and spit in her face without fear of reprisal. Kate persevered and prayed enormously that an escape route would be offered to her at some point soon, for now she had to endure the feet of Sun Kwon and Juliet Burke.

Shannon spoke to Kate, “Don’t worry bitch, I’ll make sure the boot insoles are fully lined with nylon, I have to make sure that you stay nice and warm. It will certainly get damp and soggy in there, but I’m sure you wont have much objection to life in your new home. You’ll be very tiny Kate, you wont have a voice or an opinion, but if you do, I’m sure you will learn to keep it to yourself. A little bird told me that sound has a lot of trouble getting itself heard down there at the bottom of my boots. If you’re very lucky bitch, you’ll spend time in other cities too, Juliet keeps a nice city.” Juliet butted in. “Yeah, corn chip city, don’t worry Kate, I’ll make you feel nice and welcome here in the land of the brave. Mmm mature cheddar is delicious Kate; you will definitely be getting fully acquainted with that particular smell in your long time here.” Juliet pulled her foot out of Kate’s mouth and as she did, Sun Kwon also allowed her toes to release their tight grip of Kate’s lips. Their almost simultaneous release allowed Kate to try and regain many minutes of lost breath and spit out small crystals of toe jam from Sun Kwon’s cheesy feet along with a long slimy trail of excess saliva. It took her a while to clear the crap out of her mouth, but it was also unclear why the women were granting her this freedom. Kate’s eyes were watering a lot, it looked like she was close to tears, but she wasn’t just yet. The foot sweat that coated her face really made her cheeks and forehead shine and shimmer. Her skin looked very sticky and flaky, although this was because the three women had spent a lot of time spraying layers of spit into her face and then literally massaging it deep into her skin with the soles of their feet. The fact was, Kate looked totally dishevelled by this point; she felt unwashed and unclean and very dirty. She felt as though her skin was crawling with little foot parasites and they were making themselves fully at home on her face. Kate was becoming more and more lost, mentally and physically she was losing hope and felt a deterioration that she had never experienced before, the feeling of total helplessness and humiliation. Right now, all she wanted more than anything else in the world was a nice clean hot bath surrounded by bubbles and soap, rather than the dirty germs that lay clinging onto the bottom of dominant female feet. After many minutes of recovery, Kate’s uttered a few despairing words which were filled with total surrender and submission but mostly pure desperation.

“How much money will it take to let me go?” Kate sounded very desperate and the way she spoke her words came across to the three domineering women as deadly serious. Kate gave an imploring gaze to accompany her words in the hope that they would have mercy and grant her full release. She tried to concoct a plan in her mind and came to the conclusion that money talks. Everybody wants money she thought to herself and everybody has a price. Who was she kidding, once she had spoken the words and laid her cards on the table by offering a pathetic bribe, she realised that her offer was not going to be accepted. She certainly had no other bargaining chips.

The three women never spoke, they just continued to sit around Kate psyching her out with complete silence and the frosty atmosphere began to make Kate feel very uncomfortable indeed. After what seemed an eternity, the three women all began to burst into an enormous fit of laughter and started taking turns in mocking a shocked and embarrassed Kate. Shannon then put on her most bratty tone and taunted Kate almost passionately, with Juliet and Sun adding little crafty digs at appropriate times.

“Look around you little girl, do you really think we’re the type of girls who need money?” Juliet followed up this comment by recalling a little history, “As you should fully well know by now Kate, we used our vast wealth to fund this lifestyle, this little scenario you find yourself in right now was paid for in full. We bought the rights to own you Kate and trust us when we say we have invested well. Claire and Alex are delicious investments too. Our motivation is not about constantly making more and more money, even though we do regularly make plenty of financial interest and profit, that’s not the point though. Our desire is to rope in girls like you and selfishly use you to satisfy our own private foot cravings. It is never about what you want or what you can offer; it’s about what we want and what we will make you do, by force if necessary and if you disagree with our tough decisions, then you will be evidently spending plenty of time in the sweatbox. The sweatbox Kate will be your personal hell sanctuary. To put this contraption into context, imagine that if you misbehave in prison, they put you in solitary confinement or the hole. Well simply put, if you misbehave here, you will find yourself in the sweatbox, but other times you will be put into the smotherbox or waterbox, it will differ depending on how bad we deem your crime to be. An example would be, an escape attempt is likely to end with you spending time in the sweatbox, but persistent rebellion could mean waterbox time.”

Kate responded with feistiness at Juliet’s warnings, “What the fuck is the sweatbox?”

Juliet took great pride and pleasure in satiating Kate’s grand curiosity with a detailed description of the torturous contraption. She chose her words carefully so that her slave could absorb the reality of what time inside the sweatbox would mean for her.   

“The sweatbox Kate is a small box where you will be locked inside. This box is bigger than you, but its dimension can vary depending on how big we choose it to be. We have full control over this aspect of the box as well as many other aspects. Now you are probably wondering where this contraption got its cute name. After spending merely five minutes in this devious apparatus, I’m sure even you will understand why the word sweat was coined to form the term sweatbox. In addition, I would describe the sweatbox as a place of great suffering, as indeed it should be. I am sure that while you are sweating in there, you will have plenty of time to atone for your fugitive behaviour.” It only took Juliet the once to say the F word to really wind up Kate and get her cursing and screaming loudly, Juliet was the ultimate Mistress of psychological torture. She knew how to twist the knife in so that it would truly hurt.

“You fucking twisted sick bitch! Fuck you, I’m not the criminal here, you are! You’re the criminal not me! Keeping me here what is that? That’s fucking abduction bitch!”

“Do you want to spend time in the sweatbox right now! Because if you keep this attitude with me young lady, that is exactly where you’ll be going! Have you ever heard of the AIR Equation Kate? The AIR Equation Kate is a three-part formula for happiness and those three parts are Acceptance, Inspiration and Respect. We fulfil the Inspiration criteria and you are going to fulfil the Acceptance and Respect criteria. Now… my feet still reek Kate, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to let me walk around for days and weeks with stinking and wet rotten feet?”

“That’s what you do anyway bitch! You’re sick; you don’t even clean your feet! What sort of woman does that?” Kate was really determined to tell her side of the story.

“Ooh Kate you’re not pleasing me with your sickening attitude. I will make this very clear right now, three strikes and you spend time in the sweatbox and let me tell you right now young madam; you have already used two of your lifelines up. So… let me reiterate that again. My feet smell very bad, they are still extremely sweaty, so what are you going to do about it? Are you going to allow me to walk around for days or weeks with dirty grimy feet? Remember! You’re on two strikes Kate; so think very carefully before you speak your next words young girl because I wouldn’t want to hear you say something that you will deeply regret. The sweatbox is a place you certainly won’t like; it is a solitary experience, a punitive journey of total and utter suffering. So… my feet are here in front of you right now, what will you do about it?”   

Kate could see that Juliet was speaking with serious intent in her words. The dominant way in which Juliet reiterated her words made Kate feel really owned and subjugated, helpless to really have a choice in the matter. Juliet’s words were only giving Kate the one option, which was ‘suck my feet now bitch or suffer the grave consequences’ and the fact that Sun Kwon and Shannon were watching with smug grins on their faces waiting for Kate’s next move made the atmosphere even more awkwardly painful. Kate looked into Juliet’s eyes not saying a word, she just continued to think about her next move and Juliet herself could see Kate was debating in her mind over what to say next. Juliet didn’t pressure Kate into speaking, she had all the time in the world to wait for an answer because she was the one with all the power and control, that was until Kate’s mouth opened and the slave girl spoke out defiantly and confidently, pronouncing her words reassuringly and calmly. 

“FUCK. YOU. BITCH!” That was it; Kate had just signed her death certificate right there and then with a blatant disregard of Juliet’s Law. Juliet herself looked into Kate’s eyes for a few seconds without even flinching and then suddenly each side of her lips began to turn upwards, forming a very smug sadistic expression on her face.

“The sweatbox it is then…” As Juliet began to stand up she spoke again.

“You know Kate, I was hoping you’d say that. I wanted you to keep fighting; it’s more interesting this way. Don’t worry; I’ll break you down when we get you in the sweatbox.” Once Juliet had said her piece, she ushered to the male guards to come and drag Kate away to her new prison and they obeyed, they understood Acceptance and Respect and soon Kate would understand it too. But for now she screamed, kicked and fought like a feisty tiger, lashing out the best she could as the guards came and took her away. The three guards eventually carried her out of the room and down the long corridor, manhandling her in the process, but Kate was still kicking out and screaming, trying to grip her sweaty fingers onto cell bars as they navigated through the cell doors. The guards all agreed, she was a feisty piece of meat this one. One guy spoke, “Juliet is going to have a tough time taming this one.”

Stubborn Claire In The Conversion Chamber

“LET ME GO… YOU STUPID BITCH!! YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS… I’M GOING TO HAVE YOU!!!!” Claire’s Australian profanity was a constant presence as she was carried away roughly down the dimly lit corridor by the male guards, but her fury was never truly intimidating, especially to the tall and domineering redheaded woman Charlotte Lewis, she wasn’t scared of this little blonde girl. Charlotte was leading the guards to a punishment room, a very unpleasant and potentially life altering punishment room, it was known as the Conversion Chamber Room. The Conversion Chamber was without doubt one of the most extraordinary contraptions ever designed. The chamber itself was used for containment primarily, but this containment was followed by a prolonged and agonising physical and mental ordeal until a full conversion of the subject was achieved, regardless of how long it took and even the strongest willed female captives had barely managed to survive beyond three days inside the chamber before being completely broken on all fronts. The Conversion Chamber worked by having many levels and phases with each of these particular levels and phases utilising increasingly punitive variations so that those female captives with good resistance and endurance levels were eventually worn down and bombarded with wave after wave of attack until they couldn’t take any more of the torment. The Conversion Chamber had plenty of levels and phases in reserve, far beyond what any subject could resist and it was always just a matter of watching the subject and applying increasing levels of heat, steam, dimension, smell and hallucination until the subject was fully converted into a raw subservient trance.     

“Little sweaty Claire! Oh we are going to make you sweat today! Turn you into a sweaty piece of pungent meat! Or should I say CONVERT you!” Charlotte’s biting and mocking voice echoed down the corridor as she walked onwards. She continued leading her obedient little servants like lapdogs behind her to the dreaded C.C. Room, that was until she had a change of heart and decided to control this situation herself. “Put her down boys! I’ll take her from here!” Charlotte took over the reins of Claire from here on in and continued to frogmarch her prisoner onwards down the corridor, although Claire was able to walk for herself. She couldn’t escape though, as she had been fitted into an extremely tight and restrictive latex bodysuit that seemed to mould around her entire body and appeared very oppressive physically. An electric dog collar had been welded around her neck to which Charlotte held the remote means to deliver that potentially incapacitating shock if she deemed it necessary. As well as having this imposition enforced upon her, Claire’s hands had also been locked behind her back into what appeared to be steel stock cuffs. They were called stock cuffs because they looked like the type of stocks used in medieval times, but these ones were specifically designed for total hand immobility. Claire wanted to make a run for it so badly, but these two horrible physical impositions meant there was no possible escape, if she did try to run, Charlotte would simply press a mere button and Claire would fall to the floor immediately, there was simply no getting away. She took out her frustration by swearing at Charlotte as they walked together and generally sulking at her own miserable plight as she contemplated what lay ahead.       

Earlier in the day, Claire had been stripped fully naked and then hogtied before being taken for personal medical tests and many other humiliating and intimate body cavity probes. These were routine tests carried out by The Others simply to obtain a full health status for their own records, but it also enabled them to determine unique threshold levels of tolerance. Claire was a very tolerant girl; she could withstand a lot of punishment and was overall a very tough and resilient girl despite her petite nature. She would make a very interesting subject for the punitive C.C. contraption.

“Where are you taking me you sick bitch?” Claire was both curious and incensed at the same time and even more so with Charlotte’s casual ignorance of her fresh pleas.

“You and I are going to spend a lot of quality time together, so you can become fully accustomed to these feet. When an elegant woman such as myself meets a young girl, I like to introduce myself and my feet properly to them.” Charlotte’s words were clearly spoken and confident. She was an assuming woman and possessed an aura of natural dominance and control, always making things happen without listening or taking onboard the reasoning from her prisoners. Her authoritarian-like nature caused Claire to become at a loss for words and the young blonde girl remained silent and obedient in her physical restraints as she walked with her head held downwards, her eyes almost always focused on Charlotte’s feet as she strode stylishly forwards in front of Claire. Claire’s cute eye dimples creased and pouted in bitterness at the thought of being subjected to those feet. She continued to dream up miraculous and utterly impossible ways of escaping while she walked helplessly down the corridor behind Charlotte. The latex bodysuit was so tight and kept her arms stiff and rigid, her hands were manacled behind her back and unable to fashion any sort of movement at all. There was definitely no getting away and it made Claire so infuriated inside, so pissed off that this older rich woman could possess her like this and just keep her as a personal prisoner because she had a vast amount of money. The thought of it made Claire sick to her stomach and angry enough to push her into speaking out what she was really thinking and what she was really feeling deep in her mind. Suddenly, the words began to pour out of her mouth almost of their own accord. She became confident and confronting all of a sudden and talked.

“What gives YOU the right to own people? Think you can buy them because you’ve got more money than them? Its not fair!” Her cute Australian accent was dripping with total despair and youth-like naivety. Claire’s words came across as totally incensed and rebellious but at the same time, completely helpless, as she knew that Charlotte was not going to take her seriously and only pour more salt in her wounds.

“Aww Claire, nobody said life was fair dear! Put yourself in my shoes, which you will be doing later, but that’s not the point. If you were me, unfortunately you’re not, I am sure you’d see things from my perspective. It’s the luck of the draw Claire, life has chosen you…” Charlotte was going to continue speaking until she heard that Claire had stopped walking behind her. Quickly she turned around and confronted her prisoner. Charlotte was a little bemused, Claire hadn’t attempted to scuttle away.

Claire had stubbornly decided to stand still, a sulky expression etched onto her face; she stood in silence doing nothing. Charlotte looked mildly pissed off, but was also slightly amused at Claire’s newfound confidence. Charlotte decided to test Claire out.

“What are you going to do dear? Make a run for it? Go ahead, I guarantee that if you try to escape, you’ll be caught.” Charlotte walked towards Claire very slowly inch-by-inch while continuing to speak… “How far do you think you’ll get? This place is like a maze dear! So many dead ends… Now are we going to be a good little girl and behave? Or am I going to have to shock you sweetheart? You know how lost your situation is, you know you’ll run into a trap if you try to escape! You stupid silly little girl! I suggest you keep walking behind me with your head down, if you have any other suggestions, it would be nice to hear them.” Charlotte seemed to leave Claire absolutely no choice in the matter, her words were psychologically de-moralising, but more importantly they were true. Claire had no chance in hell of getting out of here, but her punishment could be more lenient if she co-operated, instead her frustration at the situation got the better of her and she screamed out in defiance to Charlotte.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!!! YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH THIS I SWEAR!!!!!!”

Claire couldn’t control herself and some tears managed to spill down her cheek while she argued. That was until she felt a short sharp punishing slap that cracked across her right cheek like a whip. Charlotte hit her face with pure force and it immediately extinguished Claire’s outburst. Claire was shocked while Charlotte was getting very irritated with her new subject. Charlotte used a couple of her fingers to mop up the two tears, which had managed to escape from Claire’s watery sulky eyes. In the same way that Juliet had observed Kate like she was a mere object of lust, Charlotte seemed to see Claire in exactly the same light. For Charlotte, seeing Claire face-to-face like this, made her appreciate Claire’s beauty even more. While she wiped away the tears, Charlotte used her womanly fingers to softly caress Claire’s cute dimples. 

“You need to learn some proper manners young dear and it will be my pleasure to teach them to you!” Charlotte was grinning evilly at Claire and lost her sense of thought for a few seconds before she eventually composed herself. After this moment she walked behind Claire and give her captive a gentle shove forwards, escorting Claire to continue walking down the long corridor to her impending doom.

Charlotte and Claire had almost reached the conversion room. But on the journey there, Charlotte had decided to take a little detour and knocked on a cell door, which had the words “Prolonged Service, Alex Rousseau” written on the front on a small card which was positioned neatly in the central door slot. Charlotte knocked on the door and walked inside, Claire stood still outside the room, but was shocked at what she saw inside. A cute black haired girl, about 18 years old was restrained in the centre of a king-sized bed, trapped on her stomach, an older woman was sat on her back with her legs and feet in a Yoga-like position. The older woman’s feet appeared to be locked extremely tightly into place underneath the young girl’s face. Every so often the older woman would allow the young girl to lift her face upwards so that she could breathe. She looked disgusted and her face was sweating at what she was being forced to do, her breathing sounded laboured. Each time the young girl tried to struggle free, the stronger older woman overpowered her with ease and her face was forced back down into the confines of her stinking feet. The older woman taunted her female foot slave… “Keep your head down Alex!” The girl was called Alex and the older woman was being really cruel and dominating with her. This shocked Claire a lot, so much that she just stood transfixed at the sight before her; she hadn’t even noticed what Charlotte had gone into the room for. Suddenly Alex’s head was lifted back upwards by the woman pulling her hair and that is when Alex spotted Claire stood at the door watching her. Alex quickly shouted, “RUN FOR IT!!! THEY’RE GOING TO CONVERT YOU!!! RUNNNNN!!!! IT’S YOUR ONLY HOPEEE… MMMMPPPHHH!!!!” The older woman pushed Alex’s head back down into her feet and it muffled any more attempts to warn Claire. The cruel woman by now had reached for what appeared to be a very creased soggy looking nylon stocking. She let Alex come back up from her feet for a few seconds of air, which was all she was going to allow Alex to have. Those seconds quickly passed and the sadistic older woman pulled the nylon pantyhose stocking over a tearful Alex’s head, completely engulfing her, imprisoning her in the sweaty nylon face hood. The nylon muffled her screams quite a lot and Claire was horrified as Alex’s face contorted and pressed against the nylon from inside. The dominant woman used a vice like grip to keep the nylon tightened over Alex’s entire head and pushed her face back down into her feet, making Alex gag, cough and splutter in her own personal dark sweaty vinegary hell.

Charlotte walked out of the cell door and then closed and safely locked it behind her, leaving Melina to freely indulge in punishing her foot slave Alex in private. Claire was feeling sick to her stomach after witnessing such cruel and unusual punishment of what was clearly a very physically strong looking woman, dominating a younger girl who looked as though she had no strength or muscles, Alex was so slim and it allowed for her to be easily vanquished by Melina. Claire could only hope that the ordeal would not be too prolonged for poor Alex, but the card positioned on the door made her think the worst. The scene had caused Claire to slump into a mini-depression as it made her sense what her own plight was going to be like. Again, Claire drifted off into her own world and Charlotte had to give her another little shove in the back to rouse her into the current reality. Charlotte continued walking down the corridor, leading Claire like a little lapdog. That was until Charlotte made one last little detour on the way. She stopped at a room entitled “Sweat Box Room, Kate Austen” and it stirred Claire up immediately into a bit of a frenzy. Charlotte once again knocked on the door, unlocked it and walked inside. Again, from the outside, Claire could see what was happening inside. At first she spotted Juliet stood by what looked like a control panel and then she looked left and saw a small chamber and there she was! Kate! Poor Kate… she was banging hard on the walls of the box, which contained her, but Juliet was completely ignoring her pleas. In fact, her pleas were really quiet, Claire could see Kate banging heavily on the glass, but she could not hear a single noise coming from inside. Claire then watched as Juliet pressed a button and a strange gas seemed to hiss as it filled all inside the sweat box chamber and all of a sudden, she could see Kate’s hands drumming on the wall, her face pressed against the glass, it was as though pounding on the glass was taking more physical effort and Kate appeared to be absolutely drenched from head to toe, her hair looked sopping wet and her fringe was swinging around freely, until it wrapped around her forehead and stuck into place. Kate looked weak and Claire watched as her struggles weakened and she slid down the front of the glass and ended up slumped on the floor. Even when Kate was curled up on the floor, Juliet seemed to release a fresh batch of gas into the chamber, which seemed to cloud and fog up the chamber almost completely. Claire was horrified again; she was absolutely shocked and repulsed by what she was seeing, but at the same time she was also transfixed. Suddenly Charlotte came back out of the cell and closed the door behind her and locked it securely. Charlotte spoke “were you enjoying that little show dear?” Claire looked tearful again, “why are you hurting her! Gassing her!” Charlotte laughed out loud, “Its not dangerous gas… its foot funk gas!” “Let me tell you Claire, it stinks bad, its years worth!” Charlotte was taking great relish in sharing some of the details of Kate’s sweatbox torture while Claire recoiled in horror at her every word. Just when Claire thought she couldn’t be shocked even more, Charlotte took great pleasure in telling her, “if she doesn’t behave dear, her cell gets smaller and smaller until she’s almost constricted inside, and then wave after wave of foot gas is sprayed into the chamber, a smaller chamber equals a hotter chamber and trust me Claire, when you’re in this environment, you’ll do anything to escape it, even worship feet against your will.” Claire could almost taste Charlotte’s feet just through her using over descriptive words and Claire had nearly gagged on nothing.

“Poor Claire, if you gag at just words, you’re really going to struggle with the real deal. My feet are so funky, so pungent and vinegary; we could probably bottle it for sale in local supermarkets, you really wont believe it until you taste them. So sweaty over the years Claire, they’ve developed their own special flavour, even when they are washed, the stink remains. I am awfully proud of them and you certainly wont be the first or last girl or even guy to have spent many years acclimatizing and adjusting to them, they really are that stinky sweetie! After that, I’m going to spit in your face and then rub my smelly bare soles into your nose and mouth!” Charlotte was being really filthy to Claire because it amused her that Claire gagged just from the mere description of the punishment schedule, which surely lay only moments ahead by now for Claire. Charlotte saw the pure disgust and submission on poor Claire’s wretched face and thought she would rub it in a bit more, “I’m going to make you drink my spit from between my toes, if you’re hungry, I’ll make you some tasty mayonnaise toe dips, you’ll lick dry old mayonnaise, its been doing nothing in a jar for months, some Dairylea cheese that’s been left to soak in my foot bath water, add some extra salt and vinegar as condiments and you have an example of what you will be eating during your long sentence here on this island. Disgusted yet dear?” Charlotte was professionally serious in her threat and Claire’s little petite and cutie girl face scrunched up at the prospect of eating toenail and dead foot skin sandwiches and being made to endure other more horrifying and disgusting recipes and concoctions. She knew she was at the complete mercy of Charlotte, in the same way that she had seen Alex and Kate were also at the mercy of the terrifying regime.

Claire was left to ponder her fate helplessly as she was finally led to the Conversion Chamber room. By now, she was really downhearted and scared, that she just obeyed without question, she didn’t even fight back when Charlotte removed the stock cuffs from her hands and even when Charlotte said “get in there!” to her, a dominated Claire just obediently did as she was told and walked like a dejected zombie into the small Conversion Chamber Cell. The cell door just closed behind her automatically and locked immediately, sealing Claire into her new inescapable prison. 

As Claire stood nonchalantly in the centre of the Perspex chamber, Charlotte’s words immediately began to emphatically resonate around the conversion chamber with very strong and overpowering amplitude, her hypnotising words almost felt as though they were physically bouncing off the walls inside the special cramped cell. Charlotte’s voice was so dominant and loud that it made Claire’s ears feel sensitive and hurt a little. Claire continued to look forwards, trying her best to see what was outside, but unfortunately all the four walls that surrounded her, were shaded a grim dark black colour. The voice echoed and boomed inside the chamber and sounded like it was being spoken by a dominant sadistic and omni-present femdom-Goddess.

“Life has DETINED you to be a slave… my slave… our slave… a plaything for our feet… feet only! You will see hundreds, maybe thousands of feet in your lifetime Claire… You will become an expert in foot tasting… its your life Claire… its your position… you’re nothing more and nothing less… you exist to sniff… to lick… to suck… to drink… to smell… to savour… to taste… to wash… to clean… to bathe… to breathe and surrender to our completely engulfing and domineering foot odours… the stink which will encapsulate you, overpower you and all your senses… and hold you like a cage where the bars are made out of cheese and vinegar and sweat and leather… and you will remain in this prison forever and ever… constantly being introduced to new women with increasingly smellier feet… over and over again… repetitively… hours and hours… endless… never to see daylight or freedom… or fresh air… only feet… unwashed toes and soles… heels… feet that stink so bad… that you will lie in your straps at night and lose yourself in daydreams of escape… in reality, even your dreams will be dominated by our feet… in time your mind will think of nothing more than feet… feet projections will invade your mind and trap you for eternity… Accept your fate Claire… give in… up… lick… suck… worship the superior feet of your superior goddesses… you cannot resist… you will remain here until you are converted… we have much time… in which to convince you… to convert you… by force… if necessary… until… you obey… wholly…

Claire began to walk around the small chamber, looking for an exit; using her greasy fingers to try and find small gaps or holes bored into the walls, she found none, but didn’t give up trying. All the while, Charlotte’s words were entering into the chamber and bombarding her mind, it seemed like an attempt to brainwash her, but it wasn’t working on her so far. Claire’s mind was strong; she appeared to be more concentrated on finding a way out of the chamber, she walked around the cell pressing on the walls with her hands and fingers and feeling how thick they were, they certainly felt very sturdy and solid. Claire tried to look through the walls, but it was completely pointless, nothing was visible on the outside. The cell was fairly dim but not totally dark. When Claire sensed there was no escape, it made her feel a little more panicked and being panicky always made Claire react vocally. “I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TRYING TO DO!!! BUT IT WON’T WORK!!! THINK YOU CAN BRAINWASH ME?!?!?!” The voice didn’t answer her and it caused Claire to pace around the cell much quicker by this point and she began double-checking carefully for weaknesses or cracks in the contraption walls, but there were none to be found and this frustrated her… a lot… It made her more anxious and she suddenly felt more confined in the chamber, more claustrophobic and she began to develop a craving to be free, to feel the outside air again. “OPEN THIS UP DO YOU HEAR!?!?! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!” Claire was beginning to scream at the top of her lungs, her screams were so loud, she felt as though she would deafen herself in the process. She continued to yell and her panicked voice echoed loudly off the walls.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was sat outside the conversion chamber in a special viewing window with a large and complicated control panel at her disposal. From Charlotte’s perspective, she could see inside the chamber very clearly, the glass was one sided and gave Charlotte a beautiful perspective of what was happening inside. She watched with utter amusement as Claire walked around the chamber feeling the sides, trying to hopelessly scratch and dig little holes with her fingernails. In front of Charlotte was a small microphone, which she was using to communicate with her prisoner, but only when it suited her, this was a psychological torture method, which was, “do not always respond directly to the subject’s questions or pleas for mercy.”

The control panel had valves, dials and buttons relating to dimension, heat, pressure, smell, lighting and many other things. Charlotte had so much power at her disposal, to prove this fact, she increased the slider button marked “TEMPERATURE” upwards using just the tip of her little finger, and she had only moved the slider bar up barely a twentieth of its full potential. She could drink her coffee with one hand and make Claire suffer indefinitely with the other hand. It made her feel incredibly powerful and in total control. Within minutes she could witness the consequences of her little finger just nudging a button up a tiny amount as she saw small fragments of condensation appear on the wall of the Perspex prison as well as Claire’s response to the new climate inside the chamber and she twitched with obvious pleasure in her loins. She watched and waited and knew there would be a reaction to her tweaking.

“HEY WHY IS IT GETTING WARM IN HERE?!?!!?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! THIS IS NOT FUNNY, OPEN THE DOOR!!!!” Claire was becoming increasingly nervous at what was happening, it was definitely getting warmer in here, she could feel the heat rising and it was starting to physically oppress her, she was feeling a little clammier and her bodysuit was clinging to her skin much more than usual. Claire shouted out at the voice, “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DO TO ME!!! YOU WONT SUCCEED IN CONVERTING ME, IF THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE TRYING TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”     

The voice didn’t respond to Claire’s comments. Charlotte just laughed at Claire’s completely pathetic attempts to make herself heard, Charlotte could hear what Claire was saying, but it was very muffled, almost completely soundproofed. It was as though a tiny little mouse was trying to communicate with her, even when Claire thumped with all her physical might and strength on the walls as hard as she could, it was hardly audible. “Let me outttt!!!!!” Claire let out an anguished scream, but it sounded so desperate and hopeless, it was effectively a trapped scream, which remained inside the conversion chamber with Claire. Nobody on Earth was going to hear her fraught cries, begs and pleas, even Charlotte had to listen carefully to what her subject was saying. Charlotte sat for a while waiting for her temperature changes to become more permanent and after about five minutes, she could see the fruition of her labour, a slightly condensation spattered chamber. Now was the time to speak to speak down to her captive, to apply more verbal torture to this fresh young thing.

“Are you going to give up dear? My poor thing… the oven is only going to become even hotter and one thinks the cake inside won’t be able to handle being slowly baked. If you give up now, at least it will be your own choice. Painful detox is inevitable Claire.” Charlotte was laughing to herself when she switched the mic back off again. This time she was going to hit Claire with a different weapon, pure… foot stench. She had so many choices though, there were many different packets positioned around the sides and top of the conversion chamber, each containing the foot sweat and stink of many of the dominant women, some of the packets had a combination of many women’s foot stink mixed together. Whichever she chose, would effectively open and spray itself into the chamber and fill the entire spatial content of the box and would linger there permanently causing sure obvious disgust.

Charlotte looked at the panel and scanned down the choices, some of them were:

• Charlotte and Juliet’s Special Corn Vinegar Aroma
• Charlotte’s Pleasure Mayonnaise Vinegar
• Shannon Rutherford’s Nylon And Salty Spit
• Juliet’s Cheesy Doritos
• Sun Kwon’s Balsamic Oriental Dish
• Kate Austen’s Sweaty Salt And Vinegar Foot Chips [new on the market]
• Nadia’s Tangy Asian Spice
• Penelope Widmore’s Popcorn Snack
• Alex Rousseau’s Sweet And Sour
• Ana Lucia’s Latina Dessert
• Bonnie And Greta’s Pungent Punishment
• Juliet And Charlotte’s Athlete’s Foot Course

The list was long and went on and on. Modern technology, Charlotte thought to herself, “thank you for modern technology.” She couldn’t make her mind up; she was like an undecided customer at a restaurant. “Ok, I think for dessert, we’ll start her off on my own pleasure mayonnaise vinegar and give her a main course of special corn vinegar aroma.” Charlotte was really uncertain, so in the meantime while she made her mind up completely, she touched the heat temperature slider up to Level 2; there were 20 Levels in total. It would give the conversion chamber time to heat up even more while she decided. “Hmm, Jule’s cheesy Doritos… they are really punishing, might save them for later. I’ll stick with my original choices for the moment.” Charlotte had become so distracted, she hadn’t even noticed Claire banging and charging against the glass with all her might and energy trying to get out. She was a feisty one was Claire Littleton. “Won’t get out though… while she’s enjoying her newfound exercise workout, I think I’ll let her enjoy temperature Level 3.” Charlotte nudged the temperature up again another notch. Increasing the heat by two levels in quick succession caused the heat to increase a bit quicker than usual. Condensation and steam was evident now, the chamber was becoming a real hot haven, like a sauna. The difference was, with real saunas, people are allowed to enter and leave when they please and this was obviously not the case here. The conversion chamber contraption was not potentially fatal, it had been tested for many years and had been used to house many unwilling houseguests and there had never been a fatality yet. The conversion chamber could only stretch the human limit, enough to make the subject pass out, but by applying expertly balanced levels, the experience of being trapped inside could be a long drawn out and torturous affair. Charlotte could see evidently that Claire was feeling the heat through her distressed actions of panic, fear and helplessness; eventually more actions would be added to Claire’s repertoire, they would be paranoia, obedience and total conversion.

Claire was fuming inside the chamber, banging on the sides with her bunched fists; she was running around in circles trying to break out of each side, in a pitiable attempt of hoping that one wall was weaker than the other three, “You sadistic fucking evil twisted bitch!!!” Claire was extremely pissed off and her exertions were beginning to take their toll on her, parts of her body slowly began to tire and break down. This was no co-incidence; the heat was mostly responsible for overpowering the air inside the chamber and slowly succeeded in breaking Claire down physically and mentally. Her bodysuit felt like it was stuck to her skin like glue, it was so tight and restrictive and weighted her body down considerably. She couldn’t even get out of the latex prison as the steel collar around her neck, kept her imprisoned in the outfit by holding it securely in place. Claire kept trying to pick at the latex with her fingers, to stop it sticking uncomfortably to her flesh, but it was a useless exercise and she didn’t want to waste her energy on such a meaningless task, she needed all her physical strength and energy to try and escape from the conversion chamber, but the heat was oppressive, stifling to her senses and making her face and forehead drip with fresh droplets of sweat, her long blonde hair which was not long ago, neatly styled in position, was now becoming more tousled and loose like she had just got out of bed in the morning. The heat was beaming onto her forehead and her hair became much more sweatier and slightly wet and damper. Still, despite what was being thrown at her, she kept fighting and tried harder to break the glass, she began scanning the chamber for any object to throw at the walls, but the cell was completely and utterly empty. Then a fresh plan entered into Claire’s frenetic head.    

Charlotte uttered to herself, “Insolence, calling me a bitch, the penalty for that is a smaller containment.” Charlotte studied the control panel and with her finger she pushed a small black slider bar that actually physically decreased the dimension of the conversion chamber. The walls closed in slowly, it was almost like watching an illusion take place before her eyes. No noise accompanied the dimension change and it was such a silent transition that not even Claire had realised what had happened.

Claire had sat down and began to unfasten the shoelaces in her boots. The boots she was wearing were not part of the latex bodysuit and therefore removable. It took her a while to undo the shoelaces on both boots and it was especially difficult to work through the tiring and stifling heat. The punishing sweaty temperature would cause Claire’s hair to fall downwards covering her face and she had to keep blowing and using her fingers to keep it out of her tired eyes. It took some time, but eventually she succeeded in removing the shoelaces and then she began to try and slide her feet out of the boots. Her feet were damp with sweat inside the boots, sweating enough to cause small puddles that had formed in the toe end of her leather boots. The footwear was tight and it was not easy to squeeze her feet out of them, it took a lot out of her physically, but eventually she managed to pull them off and she could feel coolness to her feet, which was different to the rest of her body. Both of her feet did stink though, they had spent a prolonged amount of time trapped in leather boots and gave off a strong leathery vinegar scent, which was rather overpowering to her nostrils, even to herself and this was her own foot odour! Claire had her own punishing foot stink, a strong unique vinegary smell that the males would probably go crazy for in Others Ville. But this wasn’t the reason she removed her stinky leather boots, she was going to try and use them as a weapon, the toecap of the leather boot was actually made from steel and steel would make a better hammer than her fists. Claire stood upright and walked slowly towards the glass, holding the boot in the air clearly, waving it and hoping that the voice was watching. She was making her intent clear; Claire was going to use the steel to break the glass and finally get out of here. She prepared herself by taking small steps backwards and measured a swing and then with all her energy, frustration and might, she ran towards the black glass and drove the steel edged boot into it with as much force as she could. The first thing that happened was the steel boot bounced off the glass and sent a horrible vibration down Claire’s arm and into her hand, giving her a pins and needles sensation. To top off the unsuccessful attempt, Claire toppled backwards and landed in a heap on the floor of the chamber. After seeing her escape plan so brutally crushed, she lay flat on her back splayed out on the floor.

A combination of her own failure and ever-increasing heat had de-moralised her almost completely and left her feeling paralysed on the floor. Her breathing was becoming more laboured and she was panting and gasping for breath much more. Her blonde hair was now beginning to become really sweat soaked and despite the tendrils of her long wet blonde fringe sticking over her face, she hadn’t the energy to pull it out of her eyes. She lay there feeling deflated and desolate, just looking up towards the ceiling. She was being broken down completely, slowly and systematically and even Claire herself knew that it was only a matter of time before Charlotte would have her wicked way with her. Claire’s optimism was being drained cruelly and she could sense that the end result would leave her helpless as the slave of Charlotte, regardless of her one hundred percent determination to not give in. But for Claire, it was becoming harder to hang on, her body ached, the heat was stifling and left her feeling weak and sapped of energy. Even when she got back to her feet, Claire had a daunting task of trying to get out of this ultra-punishing sweat casket.

Charlotte was enjoying the entertainment, watching Claire break down like this was a complete and utter joy. She knew that the force of steel couldn’t break this chamber and had watched Claire’s escape attempt comfortable of that fact. After chuckling sadistically to herself for a few minutes, she calmed herself and switched her mic on.

“Bravo Claire… bravo! Nice try, but you didn’t think it would be that easy to get out of that punishing sweaty chamber did you? As amused as I am feeling, I still have to penalize you for your disobedience and disrespect. This one is a triple whammy and you probably wont like it.” Charlotte moved the heat temperature up to Level 4 and decreased the size of the conversion chamber by 10 inches on all sides. As a further unsavory punishment, she pushed a button, which effectively released a full packet of Charlotte and Juliet’s special corn vinegar aroma into the chamber. The foot odour came through a small pipe and sprayed all over and inside the chamber with such force and hiss. The whole chamber was contaminated within seconds with the special foot odour. The aroma was sprayed into the chamber with such force that it quickly built up a foggy mist over Claire’s sweat drenched face. She hadn’t the energy to stand up as she felt the heat temperature rising again and lay there exhausted on the floor as the punishing foot smell wafted into her face and went up her nostrils and into her mouth. She almost gagged from the nasty odour; it felt like a hot wave of foot sweat being pumped into her face, like being smacked with a giant typhoon of stinky sweat. Claire’s wet face was one of complete shock and disgust at the same time and she barely managed to speak. “Ohhhgh urrgh, my God. That’s fucking horrible.” She couldn’t endure this, the smell was too much for her and she found herself flipping onto her side and trying to stand upright, which she did. She felt very lethargic, the conversion chamber was becoming a boiling hot torture trap and the packets of foot stink were permanent inside, all around her, every sniff was the foul, possibly months or years old aroma of Charlotte and Juliet’s feet. Claire was feeling a little disorientated and started wandering around the cell looking for a new way out, she was certainly confused and clearly suffering. She stumbled towards the glass wall and almost fell forwards, but the palms of her hands broke her fall and were positioned pressed flat against the glass. Her hands were sliding down the slippery steam and sweat coated wall. She moved her face forwards until it was pressed up against the glass and then she tried to see out, but there was nothing, nothing but the darkness. Claire slowly bent downwards again and picked up the steel toe-capped boot and prepared to try and break the glass yet again. The tiring petite blonde found it a difficult task just holding the boot, it was heavy and mad her arms ache even more, but she found a reserve of energy and drove it as hard as she could into the glass wall. This resulted in nothing happening, the glass just seemed to bounce and vibrate a little, but there was certainly no damage. Claire kept trying to break it with the steel boot, but as she kept failing, her efforts to break the glass became weaker and weaker until she felt so tired that the boot slipped from the grasp of her sweaty fingers and landed back on the floor. She pressed back up against the glass with her hands and face, begging to be let out, her hair now completely and utterly drenched with sweat and her long soggy blonde tendrils, which now appeared darker in colour were drooped messily over her eyes, her cheeks were slick coated with sweat and had even become a little more red blooded.

“Just fucking let me out of here!” Claire’s voice was more of a mixture between begging, crying and desperation. “Please let me go, please! I give in!” Her wails were more subdued and devoid of energy. Right now, Claire looked pathetic, a forlorn figure trapped in a hot box begging for mercy. Her pleas continued some were clear and some were muffled and incoherent. She managed to compose herself a little and in her cleanest Aussie brogue, she spoke, “I want out, do you hear me? I’ve had enough! I can’t take any more of this!” She looked totally defeated and clearly didn’t have any more fight left in her body and bones. “Please let me go Charlotte, PLEASE! I’ll do anything…” Claire’s voice was so tired and submissive, so obedient yet it was incredibly humiliating to be forced to giving in to her enemy. Charlotte was her nemesis and Claire hated the thought of being beaten or outfought by her, right now she felt totally owned, this cringe worthy groveling experience was horribly humbling for her. It just proved how difficult things were becoming for Claire in this hot oven.

“Open your mouth, let your tongue droop out and then using the flat part of your tongue, I want you to slowly lick upwards on the glass wall. Failure to do so will result in further consequences. It is your choice.” Charlotte’s voice was overbearing and crystal clear, her instructions indicated that she was getting off greatly by having the power to control Claire and subject her to total humiliation and misery. Making her lick the foot sweat packets of condensation off the glass was cruel indeed. She had a great perspective of Claire’s mortification and in particular the submissive expression on her face, that cute look of feistiness and defeat. Claire’s facial pout of repulsion and contempt was also apparently clear. She looked pissed off, but also gave a large impression of her vulnerability and helplessness. Claire was so cute and petite, so feisty, but her lack of size meant she would lose easily in a physical catfight, especially to the tall and strong Charlotte. Foot domination was inevitable once Charlotte had Claire under her thumb. For now, she just wanted to amuse herself by making the cute girl lick the sweat off the Perspex glass so she could watch and laugh and ridicule the little bitch some more before deciding what to do with her next. Claire, to Charlotte was nothing more than her little experimental doll to which she could practice new ideas and punishments on, a little toy to play with.

At the moment, Claire was hesitant to lick the sweat that had gathered on the glass and seemed to be making a decision in her head over what to do. Maybe the little madam was trying to scheme her way out of here, but Charlotte knew her little plan wasn’t going to succeed, as she was too quick-minded to be outsmarted by the young girl. Charlotte became a little impatient and turned on her microphone again.

“Hurry up little one! You are going to LICK all that sweat from off the wall directly in front of you! I want a good job doing of it! Now get to work my little worm, get that tongue out and clean that foot sweat now! DON’T MAKE ME TELL YOU AGAIN! Or you are going to find the heat in there a LOT hotter!” Charlotte really hadn’t given Claire much time or any option in the matter, it was either lick or suffer some more.

Claire’s sweaty disgusted salt and vinegar facial expression emanated a look of abhorrence and resignation, thinking of Charlotte’s cruel and punitive order. She couldn’t bear more heat being pumped into the chamber, so she had to be a good little cute girl and do exactly as she was told. She opened her mouth and reluctantly moved her tongue outwards towards the glass and began to slowly lap gently at the condensation that had built up, which was in actuality a disgusting puddle of wet foot sweat. The sweat seemed to taste very salty while it lay on the glass, it made Claire’s face pucker into a sickened show of displeasure, she felt completely degraded and helpless. The sweat puddle was quite large and it took a few minutes for Claire to really work her tongue into it. To begin with, she licked at the edges of the puddle where the liquid had condensated into the glass and she hoped that it wouldn’t taste as strong, but as she worked her way inwards, there were puddles of the foot sweat which hadn’t yet been absorbed by the glass and this made the taste much stronger. The foot sweat was slightly warmer and thicker and what made it more horrible was when she licked it and it travelled into her mouth, she could actually feel it go down her throat when she swallowed it, which made her gag.

Claire reluctantly continued with the task, her tongue probing the puddle until suddenly she felt a small object stick on her tongue. She used her fingers to remove the object and examined it. It was a toenail! A cut toenail! This made Claire gag even more and she quickly flicked it out of her hand. By now, she was completely put off by the torturous task of licking the sweat off the wall. This was too much to bear and she stepped back as if to indicate that she would not lick any more, waiting to see what would happen. Corn chip vinegar and salt residue filled her mouth and it made her face crease up, she tried to spit out remnants of the toenail, that could have been anyone’s grotty toenail, maybe Charlotte’s, Juliet’s or even Shannon’s?     

“That was your toenail Claire! I snipped it off when we had you unconscious, the foot stink is Julie’s, and mine but that toenail belongs to you! But never mind that for now, you failed to finish your task and therefore you have left me no choice but to make some refurbishment changes to your environment.” Charlotte began playing around with the control panel some more and increased the heat within the conversion chamber, from Level 4 to Level 10! This was a dramatic increase in temperature and therefore meant that very soon this claustrophobic chamber was going to become agonisingly hot! Unbearable indeed! Claire was going to sweat to death in here. Charlotte began reducing the dimension of the chamber, the chamber continued to close inwards and wasn’t stopping. This time, Claire could clearly see the walls closing in around her and she began to panic and scream out, the adrenaline give her a new wave of energy and she rebounded frenetically on the walls with all her strength, even her verbal hatred of Charlotte had returned and she told her what she thought of her. She was screaming and screeching, scratching at the glass walls like a cat, but her fingernails simply slid vainly off the sweaty glass.

“WHAT’S GOING ON? HEY! ANSWER ME BITCH! STOP THESE WALLS, DO YOU HEAR ME! I’LL KILL YOUUUU!” Claire was clearly seething, her teeth totally gritted and she couldn’t contain her anger or frustration. She was like a wild animal possessed by the devil and battered against the walls to stop them from closing in and crushing her to death, but it was impossible as the force of the walls moving inwards was far superior to the strength that the dainty blonde had in her body. She began to cry as she suspected this was the end of her and that Charlotte was going to crush her mercilessly like a little stick insect. The walls closed and closed and the chamber was becoming more and more compact and as it did the heat became hotter and hotter and the foot stink within became smellier and smellier. Claire’s world was becoming smaller and she feared for her life, crying, begging and pleading on the walls until she had no more strength within her and then she slumped down the glass and lay crumpled up in a heap on the ground as the walls were almost constricting her body.

Just when she feared the pain of being squashed, the walls stopped moving coming to a complete standstill. She was safe! But there was virtually no room left in the chamber to manoeuvre her body. Claire could no longer walk around as she could before, now she was constricted rather awkwardly, she could still stand up or lie down, but it was an arduous task to squeeze her body into those positions. The conversion chamber had become more of a coffin; even the ceiling had lowered downwards giving her a lot less standing room. The prison was now becoming like an airtight sauna, a compact sweatbox, it was not far away from being similar to a human being stuck inside a washing machine. To ensure that Claire did not faint, tiny little air holes allowed a small quantity of air into the chamber to let her breathe.

Claire looked down towards her own feet and noticed that a rubber-lined porthole was built into the lower corner of the conversion chamber. She had never noticed this before; maybe it wasn’t there before? But it certainly was now. As soon as she took her eyes off the porthole the whole chamber went pitch-black, the little light that was left inside disappeared and everything was left in total darkness and that is where Claire Littleton remained for the next 24-hours, in isolation, confined in the stifling blackness with only the punishing hissing sound of sweat packets being released into the chamber. Alone and in the dark, cramped and completely exhausted in the soundproof coffin, unable to move or barely breathe, her pitiful pleas for freedom and help unaided and abandoned. She was left to suffer overnight in the sweaty dark with nothing but different foot aromas for company. Lying there helplessly as jets of steamy sweat drenched her face over and over again for hours, forcing her to endure the smell repeatedly, she hadn’t the energy or willpower to fight against it and she lay there accepting of her fate as the disgusting layers of popcorn, salt and vinegar and cheesy sweat covered her face time and time again absorbing into her skin and turning her face into a soaked mattress of stale sweat.   

Kate’s long sentence in the Sweat Box

Kate hadn’t remembered anything since giving Juliet a mouthful of verbal abuse. The last thing she could keep seeing was being carried down a long corridor by numerous guards and then subsequently injected with a needle, the strong agent immediately rendered her unconscious and she was taken to a contraption known simply as the sweatbox.

It took a lot of time for Kate to wake up and when she finally did, she was still very dazed and disorientated and wondered where she was. Kate could feel a heavy pressure around her neck, she began to struggle naturally as waking up in such an uncomfortable position was not familiar to her. She repeatedly opened and closed her eyes so that her focus and vision would return, but where she was, her head was in a small place and it became more obvious to her as the minutes ticked by that she was enclosed in a tight rubber prison. She was hooded, but the hood itself had two specific measures for being used. Firstly it was tight around her neck and kept her head taut and rigid, and Kate had no possible means of slipping out of it. The rubber hood was not covering her face, but it kept her face trapped securely inside in a small pocket of space, she could see two portholes directly in front of her, the holes were built into the lining of the rubber hood and she could actually see outside the chamber through these two holes. Kate could move her head sideways a little, but the rubber was so tightly constricted around her neck, that it was tiring just trying to squeeze out of it. The horribly enclosed feeling of restriction made her feel quite claustrophobic and she was scared. Being so harshly confined made her perspire and sweat quite a bit, especially being encased in rubber, which made the heat rise rather quickly and her new environment quickly became quite stifling and sweaty.

“What are you doing now you twisted woman?” Kate shouted, but her voice seemed to only be vocal around her own head, as though her sound was not travelling outside at all. She felt kind of muted and alone. The head trap made her instinctively struggle and thrash about wildly, but it would do no good. She was well and truly imprisoned in the lining of the rubber. After tiring, Kate’s face dropped down flat into the rubber-lined surface and suddenly a pungent rubbery scent wafted into her nose, which made her face cringe a little. She lifted her face weakly and her eyes quickly spotted something in front of her. A foot! Kate could see a foot being squeezed through one of the two rubber-lined holes. It was certainly a tight squeeze as the foot pushed against the sides of the rubber and continued to push its way inside the small chamber where Kate’s face was trapped. After struggling for a while, the foot eventually entered the chamber and the rubber hugged her ankles snugly. A few moments later, Kate could see the other foot coming through the other hole and this made her panic and struggle more than ever.

“Oh my God I’ll have no air, I’ll die! Help! Someone help me!” Kate screamed for help, Juliet could hear her on the outside, but she didn’t mind at all, she just smiled to herself and made herself comfortable on a cushioned bed. Juliet was lying flat on her stomach and was trying to ease her other foot through the hole. It was quite a struggle and while she was doing so, she could hear Kate screaming at her and insulting her, but as soon as her foot popped inside the foothold, she could no longer hear Kate’s begging and whining. Juliet’s large feet had effectively blocked up both holes tightly, which cut off any light or sound and made Kate’s prison that bit steamier and sweatier. Juliet wasn’t worried about Kate’s safety, she knew that the rubber was lined with very tiny breathing holes, they were barely noticeable, but it allowed enough air into the chamber to keep Kate from passing out or even worse, a lack of oxygen causing death. Juliet had a small walkie-talkie in her hand and she switched it on. She spoke slowly and smugly into the intercom.

“You have work to do Kate. I’m sure you understand what it involves.”

Juliet sounded as if she was mocking Kate, but it was an order too. There was a tiny speaker which was woven into the lining of the rubber and it meant that Kate could hear Juliet’s each and every word, her every sadistic command and dominant order.

As well as that, Juliet had access to other modern technology, in front of her was a small monitor screen which produced a crystal clear camera shot of just above her feet inside the chamber, she could see Kate’s mouth moving, but could hear no sound at all. So Juliet turned up the slider bar on the monitor screen and suddenly she could hear Kate shouting and screaming, very loudly indeed she was screaming.

Juliet didn’t like to hear Kate shrieking loudly, so she knocked the volume dial down a few touches, which made Kate’s voice more muted. She was amused at the fact that she had taken a strong, energetic and outdoorsy girl like Kate and pretty much reduced her to 24/7 domestication. So far it was unwilling domestication, but she knew that she had all the weapons and all the tools at her disposal to enforce whatever she deemed necessary to turn this young 25-year-old brunette into nothing more than her personal human foot doll, Kate’s existence would be for no other reason. Even if she somehow got out, where was she going to run? There was no place to get to, the Others would hunt her down, they’d make a game of it, stalking their pretty piece of prey until they finally corner and bag her and back she would go, back into the rubber-lined and nylon foot prisons, back to very horrible and dominating sweaty contraptions where feet would be kissed and licked on demand and retribution dished out for disobedience at the mercy of very dominant mature women who liked nothing more than having their wrinkled feet worshipped fully.

Kate’s eyes peered upwards gloomily with an expression on her face that had made it apparent that she had cried a little, her eyes obviously looked sticky and sulky.

As she looked forwards, a flicker of a light came on inside the rubber prison and for the very first time, she could see a pair of very wrinkled and yellow soles upturned in front of her face. She knew that Juliet was putting her feet into the chamber and she could certainly smell the rank cheese of her feet. But this was the first time that Kate had ever seen Juliet’s feet so close up, they were really rank and the yellowness of her sole looked as though it could be chewed off like a piece of cheese. The whole thought of it combined with the disgusting smell made her retch a little. Juliet’s feet were glowing with sweatiness and with them being so confined like they were, it made any smells which wafted off her feet move upwards and stick to the rubber-lined walls, creating a nasty foul stink inside, which really lingered. The rubber prison was almost airtight, so no foot smells could escape and Kate’s nostrils were subjected to very heavy doses of cheese and vinegar. There was no escape.

“You have work to do Kate. I’m sure you understand what it involves.” Juliet’s crystal clear voice filtered into the chamber somehow and the demand made Kate angry, angry and frustrated, just as she had been for most of her captivity. The mere sight of Juliet’s massive feet in front of her face made her want to just curl up and die, she needed some kind of escape from this predicament, she wanted a miracle to happen, but there was going to be no miracle. She had to face up to the fact that she was experiencing a living nightmare right now. Her only hope was Claire, if she could somehow find Claire, the two of them may be able to find a way out of this fortress.      

“There is no way out Kate, so get that tongue out of your mouth right now and start licking my sweaty cheesy vinegary feet!” Juliet was backing Kate into a corner with demoralising words and orders. She had her prey on its last legs right now and was determined to keep things that way; this was the moment that Juliet would issue force. There was going to be no more reprieves for poor Kate, this was going to be a very long and drawn out experience for her, a smelly time and Juliet was looking forward to making Kate suffer a gruelling and sweaty three hour oral examination.

“And what if I don’t!” Incredibly! Kate was still being stubborn and disinclined.

“If you don’t do as you’re told, your time inside that chamber is going to get a whole lot worse. I could easily remove your air supply completely and just let you suffocate in that stifling prison, or you could co-operate and just do as you’re told.” Juliet wasn’t playing around anymore; she was deadly serious this time and Kate knew it.

Kate couldn’t think what to say, she had been beaten down into a corner and couldn’t think of a way out. She just kept looking at that thick yellow funk on the sole of Juliet’s feet, which was glowing with sweat in the light and it made her feel sick. Juliet moved one of her feet nearer to Kate’s face and tilted it sideways ever so slightly, before resting her five large toes just millimetres away from Kate’s lips. This increased the smell greatly and put Kate off the task. The smell of Juliet’s mature cheddar feet made her groan and she screwed up her face in a disgusted fashion, her eyes became more imploring and desperate, a sad desolate expression was beginning to etch on her face. Her skin radiated a sweaty texture, Juliet knew that no other girl could show such facial despair better than Kate and this made her want to make Kate suffer even more. Juliet slowly gave her prisoner an order with such authority and control in her voice that made a couple of tears drip out of Kate’s eyes.

“You can start on the toes! Big toe first! Then I want you to clean all the crap out from between each of my other toes! There’s a few months of gunk stuck between there, you’ll be busy for a while Kate! After you’ve finished with that task, you will put in some hard work on my heels, they get a bit cracked, they need to be cleaned properly. You’ll do the soles of my feet last, that’s a big chore, but I’m sure you’ll have plenty of energy left in that tongue of yours! There is a lot of ground to cover, a lot of sweat to lick clean, you’ll spend a good couple of hours on each foot… But if I’m not happy with your efforts, you’ll be doing extended overtime too. I told you that your time in the sweatbox would be extensive, each day a new pair of feet for you to clean; it is a rather big waiting list Kate. Charlotte will be next and then Shannon and then Sun and after that, Penny and Sarah will want service, the list goes on and on. I almost forgot Ellie; she has very sweaty and smelly ripe feet.” 

Kate’s whole body was rigid, she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and there was no doubt about that whatsoever. She reluctantly opened up her mouth and slowly allowed her unwilling tongue to exit, as she did this, the smell of Juliet’s feet made her gag punitively through her nose and make low gasps of displeasure. Juliet continued to watch Kate on the monitor screen and when she saw her open her mouth up, she slowly pushed her sweaty big toe between Kate’s waiting lips, which seemed to horrify her and yet at the same time, it brought an immense pleasure to Juliet. Kate could feel how big Juliet’s toe was in her mouth, but what bothered her mostly, was the taste. She could taste Juliet’s skin, it was extremely salty, just like the last time when Juliet had tormented her with her smelly feet in the iron maiden contraption. Since that encounter, Juliet’s feet had puckered up again already and developed a foul odour that seemed to be permanently stained into the skin of her feet. Kate’s head was severely cornered within the sweaty confines of the rubber mask hood by Juliet’s enormous feet; they effectively blocked out a lot of freedom and in particular some of the limited fresh air that was filtering into the hot chamber.

Kate increasingly began to feel drained and weakened and the heat and smell surrounding her face was overpowering and almost unbearable. As she saw Juliet’s toes moving back dominantly towards her mouth, she closed her eyes up tightly and muttered to herself the words “no… no… no…” over and over again as the reality of the situation dawned on her, there was an overwhelming sense of dread as Juliet steadily crammed her toes into Kate’s wide mouth filling up the space directly on top of Kate’s tongue. As the strong foot odours hit her taste buds, she panicked and immediately began to gag uncontrollably, which made Juliet withdraw her foot from its deep position inside Kate’s mouth. As Juliet’s toes exited, so did sticky strands of drool and spit from her mouth still attached to her foot, which dripped downwards onto the surface of the rubber.

“Too much for you sweetheart? You’ll get used to it. We’ve got all day Kate, there will no interruptions this time, you’ll be worshipping my foot corn very thoroughly for the next four or five hours and there’s no escape dear!”

To be continued…