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UNDERFOOT CONSPIRACY - PART II
Caution: The following content - a pure work of fiction - may contain elements that are not suitable for all audiences. Viewer discretion is advised!
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PART I is here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/underfoot-conspiracy.442999/
UNDERFOOT CONSPIRACY - PART II
by dtka66
“... Attention! You are approaching your destination. On behalf of Ava Roi Podiatry Center, we welcome and wish you a pleasant stay. As an official client, you are now part of an innovative rehabilitation program that blends science, care, and behavioral correction. Immerse yourself in the power of guided podal stimulation to foster change, letting your bare feet play a central role in that journey. You will be guided through a series of specialized procedures designed to enhance self-awareness, emotional resilience, and behavioral improvement. The barefoot path is carefully crafted to bring out your best self. Let your time here be productive as it is transformative! …Attention! You are approaching your destination. On behalf of Ava Roi Podiatry Center…”
Isabella Solaria was tapping the tips of her toenails frantically against the railway car floor. She couldn’t take the loop recording anymore!
Seated one on each side of the inmate, officers Alexandra and Valor were distracted scrolling casually through their smartphones, unaffected by the synthetic voice.
“Hey, jefas! I gotta ask… Ustedes gonna tickle me there? In this Centro?”
Isabella asked, demanding immediate attention. Surprised by the question, both officers turned to the inmate at the same time. Officer Valor answered first.
“Well, nah! We ain’t ticklin’ ya. That ain’t our job. We’re just the enforcement. And Alexandra? Hah! She screwed up her hands really bad. Couldn’t tickle anyone else!”
“I graduated from Ava Roi,” Officer Alexandra chimed in, with a bitter tone in her voice. “Was a punitive guard for ten years. Until a damn tendonitis took me out. Some of us didn’t have the luxury of breaks back then.”
“Yep, they had her ticklin’ inmates nonstop,” Officer Valor added with a chuckle. “But don’t worry, chica. Ava Roi ain’t like federal foot-tickle prison. It’s… educational. Your pretty feet’ll be in good hands with Docs and their pupils. Unless you screw up things… then, who knows, eh? Hehe!”
“So what? EH!!!” Isabella assumed a posture of who isn’t intimidated so easily. “Ohh no, cosquillas! I’m shakin’ in my boots… no, espera, I don’t got any!”
“Relax, cariño. She’s just messing with you,” Officer Alexandra said, giving her partner a pointed look.
“Yep, just playin’. You’ll do great, ‘pretty feet’.”
“Attention! One minute to your destination,” the synthetic voice announced through the intercom.
“Time’s up, chica!” Officer Valor said, standing and grabbing an overhead handle as the railway car began to slow down. Officer Alexandra followed her partner, steadying herself as the train glided to a full stop. The doors slid open, revealing a brightly well-lit platform, with the same futuristic design as the WCCW station.
“You good? We’ll release you from your seat now. You’re not gonna try anything stupid, right?”
“Pff! Be my guest,” the inmate straightened up in the seat, lifting her crossed arms inside the yellow straitjacket to let the officers unbuckle her with no problems.
On the platform, a path marked by yellow lines read ‘BAREFOOT SUBJECTS ONLY’. A ‘WELCOME’ emblazoned at its entrance, followed by the Ava Roi Center’s logo in shades of blue.
“Put your bare feet over the logo,” Officer Alexandra instructed. “If you’re really ready, you’ll walk inside on your own. It’s worth conduct points for you!”
Isabella raised her chin defiantly as always. She placed her soles flat on the logo, as if she stepped on something insignificant. The inmate started walking on the marked path, each step unhurried. In her mind, she scoffed at how stupid the situation seemed compared to her own resolve.
The officers flanked the inmate, their keycards synchronizing perfectly to open sets of reinforced doors. At the first security checkpoint, a male guard greeted them.
“Officers,” he said before scanning the barcode on Isabella’s straitjacket collar.
“Jimmie! New intake for ya!” Officer Valor replied cheerfully.
“Let’s see… Solaria, Isabella. Here, that’s for you,” the guard retrieved a small plastic cup of pills and handed it to Officer Alexandra.
“Pfff! Está loca? I’m not taking this shit,” Isabella protested, stepping back to be held by the officers.
“Gosh! This always happens!” Officer Alexandra snapped and grabbed the pills, pretending to swallow them herself, hiding them expertly under her tongue. “Aahh… See? We took them every day. These are essential within these walls. One multivitamin and this yellow capsule for immune support. It’s for your good, carinõ. Now, your turn.”
Isabella hesitated, suspicious, but ended up taking the pills. She swallowed them down with water offered by Officer Valor.
“Good to go,” the male guard confirmed as he logged her in the system.
As they walked to the next area, a beep sounded from the straitjacket collar.
“Tracker’s on! There’s no goin’ back now, chica!” Officer Valor mocked.
“Put those pretty feet into the scanner, cariño. Let’s see if you’re not hiding anything in that hot bod of yours.” Officer Alexandra instructed.
Isabella rolled her eyes, dragging her barefoot slowly toward the green-lit machine. Distracted, she didn’t notice when Officer Alexandra discreetly spat the pills into her palm and slipped them into her pocket.
Isabella stood at the body scanner with her ‘malandra’ signature. A strong green light swept over her before a big ‘CLEAR’ showed up on a screen.
“Oh no! I forgot mis cuchillos at home.” Isabella said sarcastically.
Next, she was led to a platform labeled ‘FOOT DISINFECTION’.
“Stand on the marks. Feet together and splay your toes as much as you can!” Officer Alexandra ordered.
Isabella grumbled but obeyed, without first taunting the officers. “Like this? Watching my toes te excita, jefa?”
The inmate stood in the contraption with spread toes when a sudden burst of compressed air startled her. A transparent solution was sprayed on her foot soles from the numerous tiny holes of the platform surface, followed by an orange glaring light that started to heat and itch her feet torturously.
“Hey! What’s this?” Isabella tried to resist the strange heat prickling her soles, but the itching built into a maddening intensity. “Ay! Me pica! ME PICA!!!” she yelped, rubbing her feet together, trying to ease the itching sensation.
“Ahh, don’t be a baby girl,” Officer Valor mocked. “C’mon, move!”
Isabella quickly stepped on the next platform, where another burst of compressed air ceased the itching. “Disinfection Complete!” was heard coming from the contraption.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it? Now, let’s keep moving. We need a picture to capture this moment, and we’re done!” Officer Alexandra smiled, while Isabella shot a furious glare, still brushing her itchy feet against the floor.
Finally, they arrived at a photo booth.
“In you go. Face the camera.”
“Smile!” Officer Valor added, grinning as Isabella sneered into the lens.
Another robotic voice confirmed the final intake step. “Client... Solaria... Isabella... admission complete.”
As the trio made their way down a hallway toward the main elevators, a rhythmic ‘click-clack’ walking sound echoed from a side corridor, revealing a red-haired doctor dressed in a white lab coat over form-fitting faux leather jeans and black high heels.
“You must be Isabella Solaria.” Her tone was very polite. “I’m Doctor Scarlett Auburn. Welcome to Ava Roi Podiatry Center! I’ll be overseeing your rehabilitation.”
Isabella’s lips curled slightly. This was the woman she needed to win over, and freedom might follow.
“Nice to meet you, doctora!”
Scarlett’s blue eyes scanned Isabella from head to toes, as though peeling back layers to uncover a hidden truth.
“How was she during transport?” the doctor asked the officers without breaking eye contact with Isabella.
“She was… lively,” Officer Alexandra replied. “Plenty of cursing, a little resistance, but nothing serious. I’d say anger is her comfort zone. Still, she’s here. Looks determined.”
“That’s to be expected.” Dr. Auburn said, her eyes on Isabella. “I spoke with your attorney, Mr. Elias Fisher. He mentioned it was your idea to be here. Is that true?”
“Sí! It’s my idea! I don’t want that life anymore. Here’s where I can restart. You’ll see, doctora… In a year, I’ll be your best patient.” Isabella’s voice carried a blend of conviction and desperation, a performance designed to gain the doctor’s trust.
“I look forward to seeing that, my dear. But first, let’s get you settled. You’ve had very busy weeks. You must be tired. Officers, escort her to the cell block.”
“No! Wait! Mira, I’m ready to start my rehab, okey? Resting is all I’ve been doing these weeks. Please, doctora…” Isabella paused, wiggling her toes to get Scarlett attention. “I’m ready for mi terapia! Give me the cosquillas!”
The silence that followed was broken when Dr. Auburn burst into laughter. Her reaction was contagious enough to make the officers join in.
“Oh my… Hahaha!” Scarlett wiped a tear from the corner of her eye — all part of her acting skills. “Sorry, Isabella! I wasn’t expecting that! Alright, my dear. If you’re so eager to prove yourself, I’ll give you the chance to earn my trust.”
The doctor gestured to Officer Valor. “Free her ankles. She’ll go with me to the Research Center.”
With a shrug, the officer knelt to unlock the legcuffs and removed the transport belt chain. As the restraints fell away, Isabella breathed softly, relieved.
“You two are dismissed,” Dr. Auburn said to both officers. “I’ll take her from here.”
Officer Alexandra nodded. “See you soon, Doctor. And you…” she turned to Isabella with a subtle smile. “Take care, cariño. It won’t be as easy as you think, but I’m rooting for you. Make me proud. Or I’ll visit you soon!”
With that, the officers turned and disappeared down another side corridor, their bootsteps fading away.
“Shall we?” Dr. Auburn asked, placing a hand on Isabella’s shoulder. Her other hand lingered in her coat pocket near a potent sedative — just in case.
“Y-yes… Just one thing!” Isabella looked down at the yellow straitjacket encasing her upper body. “Err… this straitjacket… es necesario?”
“Very necessary!” Dr. Auburn replied firmly. “Foot stimulation therapy is about challenging you, both physically and mentally. But nothing will happen to you that you can’t handle. I’ll give you my word!”
Isabella took a deep breath, frustrated with the answer “Okey, doctora. Lead the way.”
The two women walked toward the elevators. Isabella had no idea what awaited her feet in the coming minutes. But one thing was certain — she would face the challenge head-on.
“I’d like to apologize for laughing at you, Mrs. Solaria. Not many clients show that kind of insight.”
Isabella forced a half-smile, unsure of how to respond.
The ‘ding’ of the elevator signaled its arrival. They stepped in and Dr. Auburn pressed the button for the Research Center. The elevator ascended quietly. Both women remained deep in thoughts, strategizing next moves in their mental game.
Another ‘ding.’ “U-L-2 Research Center,” a synthetic voice announced.
Dr. Auburn motioned for Isabella to follow her.
“Here we develop cutting-edge podiatry methods to ensure the best outcomes for our clients. It’s quiet now. Most of the rooms are in use for ongoing procedures.”
Isabella masked a strange feeling due the emptiness of the place. In the distance, muffled human noises echoed faintly through the hall.
“I must say, Elias Fisher is quite the attorney,” Dr. Auburn continued to talk, more casually, keeping the inmate distracted. “Getting you just one year, given everything… That kind of defense doesn’t come cheap!”
“Sí, but he owes my husband a few favors. They’ve been friends for años,” Isabella replied curtly, her annoyance visible.
“Ah, I see. Not that I mean to intrude, but no one works for free, right?”
Isabella exhaled sharply, her patience thinning. “Why askin’? I need to pay you too? He got paid, okey! And I’m happy to have him.”
“Well, I’m sure you’d benefit from a slightly longer stay, but I believe twelve months are enough for some important changes.” Dr. Auburn said with a false smile.
Isabella softened her tone, deciding to play her own card. “Mira, doctora, I know I’ve made mistakes. But I’m ready to work with usted. We can reach our goals together. You know what I’m sayin’?”
“Of course I do! Let me ask you something, though. Did Elias mention that Ava Roi now holds jurisdiction over your case? That your time here could be shortened if you show readiness for reintegration?”
Isabella was wrong-footed by the information, her lips trembling with excitement. “N-n-no, I-I didn’t know that! I can be out in less than twelve months?”
“Exactly! If you cooperate, Ava Roi has the power to grant you an early release.”
Isabella’s eyes lit up, her craving for freedom emerging. “Doctora Auburn, believe me! I’ll repay this! Whatever you wish!”
Scarlett nodded, placing a reassuring hand on Isabella’s shoulder. Inside, she felt triumphant. Elias had followed the instructions perfectly, ensuring Isabella was unaware of the real dynamics of her situation. Everything was falling into the trap!
“I’m truly impressed by your determination! But as we like to say here — ‘We control your barefoot steps.’ Now, be honest with me, Mrs. Solaria. What’re your real thoughts on foot stimulation therapy?”
Isabella weighed her options. Lying might feel safer, but truth could win trust.
“Las cosquillas? Honestly? I think it’s bobo. Stupid. I’ve heard stories about what happens in those cárceles de cosquillas. Fuckin’ policía torture!”
“Trust me, Isabella, it’s not torture. Everything we do is constitutional and carefully regulated. Those rumors? Lies! The new correctional system is designed to—”
“Pff! Cut the crap, doctora. Those prisons ain’t nothin’ like this place!”
“So that’s the reason you chose Ava Roi?” Scarlett asked, pretending to be taken aback. “You don’t really believe in our methods, do you?”
“Mira, doctora, I’m a chingona. My feet aren’t ticklish! This filosofía oriental of being barefoot all the time… to clear the soul and shit… son chingaderas! And if cosquillas change me someday… well, it doesn’t fuckin’ matter! But listen…”
Isabella glared threateningly at the doctor. “If I feel torturada here… Elias will know everything. Mis cuates too. Dangerous people. I’m warnin’ you!”
Dr. Auburn remained cold. “Rest assured, Mrs. Solaria! Every method here is legal. Foot stimulation will change you positively. You’ll understand that very soon! Now, changing the subject, I need to ask a few questions for your profile…”
Scarlett let Isabella believe she was in control, before leaning in with a sharp question. “So… Any sexual interest in being barefoot, Mrs. Solaria?”
Isabella’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. “QUÉ!?!? N-no!”
“Any sexual interest in being submissive? To your husband? To our rules?”
“Doctora, mira! I’m not likin’ this conversation! … No! Okey?”
“And would you mind if the students were talking about you? Your case? Your feet? If they preferred to work with you over other clients?”
Isabella hesitated, annoyed by the invasive questions. But then she arched her feet slightly, entertained by the idea of being famous at Ava Roi.
“Those who aren’t seen aren’t remembered, right? So no. I don’t mind if they talk about me, doctora. I don’t mind at all.”
“Very good! Thank you for your answers, Mrs. Solaria. Let’s move on!”
Dr. Auburn pulled up a schedule on her tablet. “We’ll now scan those bare soles of yours. Standard procedure for new clients. Then, since you’re so eager to test your ‘tough feet,’ we’ll jump straight into a session with a PED class. But I need to ask one last time — are you sure you wouldn’t rather rest today and start tomorrow? No rush, my dear.”
“I fuckin’ told you! I’m ready! I wanna be out in under a year, doctora. Vámonos!” Isabella snapped, her confidence surging.
Dr. Auburn gestured toward a nearby corridor. “As you wish. Right this way, Mrs. Solaria.”
———
Despite her outward confidence, Isabella paced nervously, scanning every detail of the unfamiliar environment. Beside her, however, Dr. Auburn was very satisfied after executing the first phase of her plan. She had preyed on Isabella’s personality, leading the inmate straight into a foot-tickle pitfall.
They stopped in front of a large door marked INMSEF III. Dr. Auburn entered her access code, revealing a modern lab filled with high-tech podiatry equipment.
Waiting for them inside, stood a stern-looking older doctor with silver streaks in her tapered hair. She was ready to complain the moment they entered the room.
“It’s about time! The class is waiting!”
“Dr. Foley, my apologies! Unexpected delays,” Dr. Auburn replied smoothly, offering a polite smile.
“This is not really you, Auburn!” Dr. Foley snapped back, then turned to Isabella. “You! Feet on the markings!”
Isabella barely registered the command, distracted by the sheer complexity of the lab room. The glossy surfaces and humming machinery made it feel like she’d stepped into a sci-fi setting.
Dr. Auburn gently guided her toward a peculiar-looking device at the center of the room, which consisted of a rectangular base topped with two thick sheets of transparent glass, shimmering under the bright lab lights.
“This is an INMSEF,” Scarlett explained. “It’s a foot mapping device, used to identify the structure, functioning, and prime sensitivity zones on the soles of your feet. But first...” She picked up a black fleece-lined blindfold from a nearby tray. “I’ll need to cover your eyes. The class observing this procedure is composed of new students, NPSs. They’re not yet permitted to make eye contact with clients.”
Isabella curled her toes at the sight of the blindfold, but she didn’t voice her concern, offering no resistance as Dr. Auburn fastened it securely over her eyes.
Meanwhile, Dr. Foley meticulously disinfected the glass surface of the device and applied a thin layer of conductive gel on it.
“Ready? Step up,” Dr. Auburn instructed, helping Isabella onto the INMSEF. The inmate hesitated placing her feet on the cold glass. She instinctively tried to lift one foot, but the doctor held her firmly, securing a black strap around her ankles to keep her in position.
“Hold still, Isabella. Contract your glutes, stand tall, head up… Good! This is the position. Now, focus on your breathing.”
“She looks ready. I’ll bring the class in,” Dr. Foley said, striding toward a side door. “It’s time, class!”
A buzz of whispers accompanied the rookies as they entered, their curious eyes fixed on Isabella standing on the foot mapping device.
“Welcome! Today, you’ll observe an INMSEF in vivo,” Dr. Foley began, addressing the students. “You’ve studied the theory of innervation mapping. Now, you’ll see it in action. Pay close attention to the screen.”
With the press of a button, Dr. Foley activated the INMSEF. A subtle ticklish pulse rippled through Isabella’s bare soles. She let out a groaning laugh, her body jolting in surprise as she struggled to remain still.
“Don’t fight it. Focus on breathing!” Dr. Auburn instructed, steadying Isabella’s back.
A large monitor descended from the ceiling, displaying detailed real-time images of Isabella’s soles. Multiple windows popped up, revealing plantar nerve clusters and sensitivity patterns colored in vibrant hues.
“Class, this subject presents with feet of a healthy size seven. The soles exhibit good vascularization and elevated electrochemical activity, particularly in the toes and…” Dr. Foley pointed with a laser to a highlighted section on Isabella’s left sole. “Here, near this small birthmark. The nerve density in this region is unusually high. Class, make a note of this anomaly.”
The older doctor frowned at the readings, turning to her colleague. “Dr. Auburn, has this subject undergone prior foot stimulation procedures?”
“Not according to her records,” Scarlett replied, clearly pleased by what she was seeing in the data.
“Interesting. Her sensitivity levels are remarkably elevated!”
Standing on the INMSEF, Isabella inhaled sharply at the mention of the birthmark. The clinical dissection of such an intimate detail created an odd sense of exposure for her — far from being something unpleasant, though.
Behind the blindfold, her mind drifted to sexual memories.
The way Tato used to kiss her feet, slowly sucking each toe, his tongue paying special attention to that very birthmark — combined with the tingling under her soles and the knowledge that she was being observed, fanned something very arousal inside her thighs — making Isabella very wet!
Dr. Foley’s lecture continued, but her voice faded into the background as Isabella sank deeper into her sexual thoughts. The blindfold offered a strange form of control, shielding her from the humiliating situation.
After fifteen minutes of foot analysis, the INMSEF was powered down. Isabella moaned softly.
“Any questions?” Dr. Foley asked, turning to the class.
A few students asked routine questions about the device’s readings and functionality. Then, from the back, a young brunette raised her hand.
“Isn’t this client the wife of that drug dealer, Tato Solaria?”
“Yes. This is Isabella Solaria,” Dr. Scarlett replied, a bit surprised by the question.
“His cartel murdered my uncle, a police officer. I’d love to… work with her in the future. How can I apply for close supervision?”
The tension in the room spiked. Even blindfolded, Isabella turned sharply toward the student’s voice. She clenched her fists inside the straitjacket, gritting her teeth in an effort to project defiance despite the darkness.
Dr. Auburn’s reply was curt. “Applications for close supervision depend on your performance, not personal motivations, my dear. Focus on your studies!”
“Let’s stay on topic, ladies. Any questions about the INMSEF?” Dr. Foley quickly intervened.
The room fell silent. No one dared speak again.
“All right, class dismissed!” Dr. Foley announced, her tone preventing any new interaction. The students filed out, murmuring among themselves as they left.
Once the room was clear, Dr. Auburn unfastened the straps binding Isabella’s ankles and removed the blindfold. The inmate closed her eyes, affected by the sudden brightness of the ceiling fluorescent lamps.
“No time to waste,” Dr. Foley muttered, already heading toward the staff exit. “The PED class is already waiting for their practical session!”
The two doctors quickly escorted Isabella out of the INMSEF III room. Disoriented by the after-session effects, the inmate didn’t realize she had taken an elevator alongside the doctors, heading toward the next stage of her schedule.
A ‘ding’ signaled the new level, followed by a voice, “U L 1 Practical Classes.”
The sound of the doctors’ high heels contrasted with the padded footsteps of Isabella’s barefeet in the new level. The fluorescent lamps were still hurting her eyes after being blindfolded for a while.
Dr. Foley led the way with a brisk pace, her steel-gray eyes focused ahead.
“You’ll be a client for a more experienced class this time, Isabella. Any deviation from protocol won’t be tolerated. Understood?”
The Mexican barely nodded, her mind drifting momentarily to a fantasy of receiving an unconventional foot treatment.
At a hallway intersection, Isabella noticed a group of two doctors escorting a tall blonde woman who looked utterly terrified. Tears glistened in her wide green eyes, and her flushed red feet contrasted starkly with her pale skin as she walked with visible difficulty. Students followed closely behind, whispering and giggling.
For the first time, Isabella saw another subject dressed like her — barefoot in the Foot Stimuli Subject uniform of Ava Roi. The sight yanked the inmate out of her reverie, reminding her of the punitive nature of the Center. Her steps faltered, but the doctors pressed on, leading her to a set of double doors.
Inside, six PED students stood waiting. Each was a three-year student in the Foot Sensitivity Enhancement Expert degree. They appeared eager and confident.
“We’re running late, ladies! Please, accommodate this client in the Chair.”
“Of course, Doctor Foley,” replied a short Asian student, the leader of the class. She stepped forward, her tone polite. “Isabella Solaria, correct? My name is Mei. On behalf of PED 157, it’s our pleasure to assist in your rehabilitation.”
The other students — young women from diverse backgrounds — moved to Isabella like ants to a piece of chocolate. She tried to project her signature cocky attitude, but with no effect.
“Don’t worry, Isabella. Just sit here and relax. We’ll secure you comfortably. This chair is specially designed to ensure optimal results for—”
Everything happened so fast that Isabella barely registered Mei’s words. The students swarmed and guided her into the Foot Stimulation Chair, where heavy-duty nylon straps awaited to hold her body tightly.
“Espera, no, no, no! Why I’m bein’ tied like this?”
“Focus on me, Isabella,” Mei kept her job. “Close your eyes. Breathe deeply…”
“Cooperation, Mrs. Solaria!” Dr. Auburn’s voice rang out from behind a row of monitors. “Show this class the best client you can be!”
Swallowing her defiance, Isabella had no choice but to obey. Mei continued speaking soothingly, distracting the inmate while the other students finished strapping her down.
Isabella winced as her ankles were locked into padded holes on the chair’s stocks. Her heels were placed on padded holders, and a bar was positioned over her toes, stretching her soles taut.
For the first time since stepping barefoot onto Ava Roi’s pristine heated floors, a real dread crept over the Mexican.
Immobilized and with her feet completely exposed, her breath quickened as she struggled to maintain composure. “Solo un año y estaré fuera,” she kept reminding herself.
Mei approached with a neck strap. “This will protect your head from movem—”
“But first!” Dr. Auburn appeared and injected a substance into Isabella’s neck.
“AAAY!!! MI CUELLO!!! Q-QUÉ ES ESTO?!?” Isabella cried out, her body jerking instinctively.
“There, there,” the red-haired doctor cooed, pressing an alcohol-soaked cotton ball over the injection site. “Just a little boost to enhance your performance. Right, Mei?”
The Asian student looked blankly at Scarlett. “Y-Yes. Trust your doctor, Isabella...”
The inmate was ready to curse everyone in the room, but dizziness stole her words. Mei fastened the neck strap while Isabella coughed, the room lights seeming unbearably bright. Every sound felt amplified, and she became acutely aware of the air brushing against her exposed soles.
“Usted… cough-cough... usted d-drug— arghh! Cough-cough…”
Dr. Auburn exchanged a glance with Dr. Foley, whose disapproving frown said it all. However, the older doctor redirected her attention to the students.
“The restraints look acceptable. Let’s proceed. Mei and Paris, prepare the field. Use the Electric Pumice Stone Grinder to remove all calluses and thick skin — heels, balls, sides. I want these soles optimized for maximum sensitivity within fifteen minutes. Begin!”
The two students moved like soldiers following orders. They sat down at the stocks and retrieved the electric devices. Isabella let out a loud grunt as the pumice stones began scraping her soles.
Mei was methodical, using the pedicure device first, to tickle the smooth skin with her index fingernail after each pass. Paris, a beautiful woman with bronze skin and curly hair, combined her exfoliation work while her other hand sought harsh spots.
Two different techniques, with terribly ticklish results for Isabella.
“GRRRRR HMPHMHM BASTAAGAHAHA!!! GRRRMPH!!!
“Faster, Mei! Smooth out the arch! Paris, keep the precision on the heel!” Dr. Foley commanded the students, her clinical gaze monitoring their progress.
The foot care intensified as Isabella’s soles grew more sensitive. Immobilized from neck to heels-ankles-toes, she had finally debuted as an official Foot Stimuli Subject of Ava Roi Podiatry Center. Her face flushed red as she managed to resist the very first round of her rehab!
“HNNGH PERAAAS!!! GRRRRGH!!! PFFF!!! HAHAH EEEEK!!!
After a grueling fifteen minutes experiencing two Electric Pumice Stone Grinder devices polishing her soles harshly, Isabella drenched in sweat. Her raven-black hair plastered to her flushed face.
Her foot ticklishness had reached a level she never thought possible, but she refused to give in to the indignity of begging for mercy. She fought hard to keep a defeated laugh contained.
Mei stepped back, adjusting her glasses and wiping her brow. “Dr. Foley, the preliminary work is complete. The subject soles are prepped!”
“Hm. Let’s see,” Dr. Foley ran a single fingernail down Isabella’s glowing red foot sole. The contact made the inmate yelp! “EEEEEKAAHAH!!!”
“Excellent work!” the older doctor said approvingly. “The field is ready. We’ll proceed to the sensory grid overlay. Class, pay close attention.”
“Q-qué??? N-n-nooo!!!! T-t-this i-is t-t-tortura!!!” Isabella started protesting verbally, but her voice was still stuck after the injection.
A holographic projection sprang to life as Dr. Foley activated a tablet-like apparatus. Isabella’s feet appeared in an intricate detailed 3D model, with highlighted zones pulsating in varying shades of yellow, orange and red.
“This is the subject’s sensitivity matrix. Notice the hyperreactive zones, a direct result of soft tissue exposure. We’ll now proceed with the initial response trials.”
Isabella, still catching her breath, assaulted the women surrounding her feet.
“M-MALDITAS P-PUTAS!!! YOU N-NOT BREAK ME!!! F-FUCK YOU AAAAAALL!!!”
Dr. Foley met the subject outburst with an unflinching gaze. “Breaking you isn’t the objective, Isabella. We’re simply uncovering your potential.”
Meanwhile, behind the monitors, Dr. Auburn smirked, her eyes grinned devilishly!
“Charlotte and Aria, in position, please,” Dr. Foley called out two new students.
They moved quickly to take their places at Isabella’s feet.
“You’ll use the new VoltVibes II,” Dr. Foley handed them three brand feather-like tools. “Solitec redesigned the VoltVibe Feathers with composite material. Very light and much more precise!”
“Nice! They made the copper rod very pointy!” said Aria, a blonde student from Denmark, before plugging the VoltVibes into the power source.
“The left foot is yours, Aria. Focus on the birthmark and the tips of her toes. Practice your two-handed technique. I expect nothing less than perfection.”
Aria nodded, positioning two VoltVibes close to Isabella’s left foot sole, as the tools hovered closely her arch and toes.
“Charlotte. You’ll use the VoltVibe on the right foot. Follow the ‘infinite five movement’ — start inward, slash wide, descend along the arch line, and finish with a clockwise spiral on the heel. Understood?”
Charlotte, a brunette from New England, nodded, looking determined to Isabella’s right foot, holding the feather-like tool steady.
“Power on! Set vibration to 2 and electric stimulus to 1. B mode. Ready? Begin!” Dr. Foley gave the order, starting the second phase of Isabella’s session.
Isabella’s entire body jolted as the tips of the VoltVibes vibrated and shocked her hypersensitive soles. She fought hard to hold her laughter, but this was not an exfoliation pedicure — this was a taste of punitive foot tickling!
“GRRRRR!!! GAAAA!!! MPHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOAHAHAHA!!! BASTAHAHAHA!!!”
Isabella crumbled as she burst into desperate laughter. Every stroke of the VoltVibes caused unbearable spikes of ticklish vibration and electrostimulation. Agonized noises began to escape from her mouth.
“PFFFGRRYYYRKAHAHA!!! MPGRRRHAHAH AHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Charlotte moved the VoltVibes with precision, delivering vibrating electric pulses as it swept across the exposed ball of Isabella’s right foot. The descend move across her taunt arch was cruel, and the way the student made the tool circled deeper the pink heel was driving Isabella crazy.
Beside the brunette, Aria held the two VoltVibes like a maestra. One feather stood buzzed mercilessly over the birthmark on Isabella’s left arch, while the other feather meticulously stimulated the tips of each toe.
“Class, observe how the stimuli affect the subject’s reflexive responses. This is the criminal mindset attempting to resist punishment. Soon, the tickling factor will break down these barriers, compelling the subject to comply fully with treatment.”
Restrained and utterly at their mercy, Isabella’s laughter turned into breathless gasps. She thrashed futilely against the restraints, desperate to escape!
Dr. Foley called another student. “Gabrielle, let’s see how your verbal teasing is progressing.”
A redheaded student from France stepped forward, demonstrating her technique.
“Ohhh, pauvre bébé, it tickles, doesn’t it? Laugh for us, prisonnière! Accept it, and you’ll be better for it. Quais! You deserve it, bébé! Guili-guili-guili!”
Dr. Foley observed the scene with pride. The pedicure was excellent, and the ongoing tickling and teasing proceeded precisely as expected.
On the other hand, Isabella was on the verge of a complete break. With the last of her strength, she resorted to a desperate measure — spitting!
Gabrielle was the first target. Charlotte and Aria were hit next. Even Dr. Foley was targeted, but she managed to dodge the disgusting shots. “Mei, gag the subject!”
The student moved quickly, but struggled to secure the thick black leather muzzle gag as Isabella’s head thrashed wildly. In the ensuing chaos, the inmate bit down the student’s hand, her teeth tearing the flesh of Mei’s index finger.
Dr. Foley reacted instantly, using a Taser to zap Isabella’s left foot. The inmate yelped and released her bite on the injured hand.
“MY FINGER!!!” Mei cried, clutching her hand as blood dripped down her sleeve.
“Mei, go to the infirmary! You’re dismissed for your duties today!”
The class leader nodded, cradling her injured hand as she left the room.
“Hehehe... One perra down! You’ll all regre—mmphmmm MPHMMM!!!”
Isabella’s vengeful words were cut off as Dr. Auburn, with practiced hands, secured the muzzle gag in place. The gag was designed to ensure Isabella’s lips were locked shut, locking her protests words.
Gabrielle backed away. Charlotte and Aria looked at each other, unsure what to do.
“What’re you waiting for? Resume the procedure!” Dr. Foley barked!
The VoltVibes powered back on, their electrical vibrations cruelly precise on Isabella’s soles to keep the tickle torment. Charlotte and Aria were working to avenge their injured friend.
Isabella struggled fiercely against the tickling and the restraints of the foot simulation chair. But it was futile, draining her stamina completely. Her vision started to blur, and the edges of the room spun.
Observing that the inmate was about to faint, Dr. Foley quickly intervened, asking the students to stop the stimulation. “Stop! Code 2, code 2! Quick, get the nasal cannula!”
But Charlotte and Aria ignored the doctor’s order, continuing the procedure with angry looks.
Seconds later, everything went dark for the Mexican.
It all seemed like a strange nightmare. But when Isabella woke up, the harsh reality hit her like a hard slap — she kept strapped in the foot stimulation chair, her feet still exposed and immobilized. Dr. Foley and the students were gone, leaving the room eerily quiet.
Before she could fully grasp her situation, a malicious voice came out of nowhere.
“Isabella Solaria... twenty-five years old... histrionic personality traits… over-dramatic behavior with sado-masochistic tendencies… and, of course, a strong foot fetishism…”
Dr. Auburn emerged slowly from behind the inmate, smirking alone. She held her tablet in one hand.
“Do you see yourself in this charming little profile? Hm?”
“Hmphhm!”
“Shhh… Relax. I don’t want you fainting again. You’re not going anywhere until you learn what you need to learn. I told you to rest, didn’t I? You really think this would be a foot spa vacation? A year indulging your twisted fantasies, followed by a stroll to that hidden cash? Tsk-tsk-tsk… naive girl.”
Dr. Auburn seated on the edge of a side chair, placing the tablet in front of Isabella’s face.
“This is your file. I was working on it during your… shall we say, humiliating performance. Now, eyes on my finger, please.”
Isabella’s scared look followed the doctor’s hand, her chest heaving with dread.
“Here we have your personal data… bureaucratic crap… blah blah blah… details about those ticklish feet of yours… and… here! Length of Sentence!” Scarlett grinned mischievously as her finger tapped on the specific section.
“Remember when I said Ava Roi has jurisdiction over your case? That we can reduce your time here? Did I mention we can… increase it, too?”
Isabella’s eyes widened in panic! Muffled grunts erupted from her gag as she shook her head frantically.
“Your unacceptable behavior during your first session earned you an extra year as our Client. Congratulations, my dear!”
“MPHHHH!!! MPHGHHHH!!!
“What? One year isn’t enough? Okay, how about two? Or maybe three years?
“MPHHHHH MPHGHHHHH!!! NAHMMMPH!!!
No? How about… TEN YEARS?”
The number hit Isabella like a wrecking ball. Her body went limp, tears spilling down her cheeks in silent surrender.
“There it is! Ten more years for you! But hey, I’m feeling generous today. Let’s call it nine, to make it a nice round ten years total. Hehehe! Oh, and one more thing...
Dr. Auburn finger hovered over another section of the screen — ‘Temporarily Life Imprisonment.’
“See this little box? One click, and your sentence becomes null and void. You’ll be here... indefinitely. Cooperate, and maybe I’ll forget to click on it. Understand? Are we going to see a new Isabella from now on? Hm?”
Desperation surged through Isabella as she nodded submissively.
“Good girl!” Dr. Auburn’s smile was predatory. She moved to the chair’s stocks, her eyes admiring the trapped soles. “Time to check on those beauties!”
Isabella’s breath hitched in her throat seeing the doctor wiggling her long black nails towards her exposed bare feet.
“What was it you said earlier? ‘Give me the foot tickling’? As you wish, my dear!”
A new round of foot tickling began — by the hands of a very qualified tickler expert. Scarlett’s nails assaulted over every inch of Isabella’s soles, exploiting every sensitive spot!
“GRHHHHMPGHHGMPHHHHHHH!!! MPHMMHAPHMMHAPFFFHMM!!!”
“Oh! I’ve to say… Mei and Paris did an excellent job prepping your soles! They’re sooooo smooth and soft! I’m really impressed.”
Dr. Auburn’s nails dug into Isabella’s arches, finding her hypersensitive birthmark, making the subject grunt in higher pitches.
“That’s the spot where you hide your delinquency! We’ve got ten long years to tickle away your crimes and reform your mind! One ticklish inch at a time!”
The poor Foot Stimuli Subject couldn’t do anything to avoid it. Her only option was kept laughing at the mercy of Dr. Auburn. However, Scarlett was trained to stay in that position for hours. Her arms, hands and fingers had extraordinary endurance.
“My nails are cruel, aren’t they? Yeah, I’ve heard the rumors. Hehe! Especially when they find bad girls with ticklish criminal soles!”
“MPHHHGRHHHH!!! GRRMPHHHH!!! MPGHHGMPHHHH!!!”
“You seem to like this too much! I guess you’re right, you’ll be my best patient!”
“MPHMMHPHMMHAHAPFFFMM GRMPHHHAHHHPHHH!!!”
“What? Want me to stop? But I just started!”
“GRRMMHPHMMHAHAPFFFMM!!! MPHHHAHHHPHHH!!!”
“No, no, no… You don’t deserve any break!” Dr. Auburn mocked, while her fingers moved on Isabella’s soles with incredible speed, like machine-made!
“MPHHHGRHHGRRMPHH!!! MPGHHGMPHHH!!! MPHHAHAHHMPHH!!!”
“Alright, I’ve a condition… Are you ready to cooperate with the authorities?”
Isabella nodded violently, with wide eyes almost popping out, begging for mercy.
“Is this a ‘yes’? Fair enough, let’s hear what you’ve got to say!” Dr. Auburn stopped the punishment, stretching her fingers. She could have kept the punitive foot-tickle, but she had other priorities on her agenda.
“Look at me, subject! I give you one chance! Tell me what I need to know, and you stay here wouldn’t compare to this! Consider yourself my protégé.”
Dr. Auburn opened a feeding hole on Isabella’s muzzle gag, freeing her mouth. Drool dripped as the inmate gasped for air.
“Remember. One chance! Now… Where. Is. The Money?”
Isabella gulped, her voice cracking. “T-there… there is a ranchería… south of Nogales… called Cuitaca. There is a bar… El Chikito… Paolo is the key… he knows the place… in the Sierra Madre… an abandoned mine… the money is deep inside… in barrels. T-that’s all I know…”
Isabella’s head drooped forward and she began to sob after her confession.
“That was… easier than I had expected! Dr. Auburn smirked, her satisfaction evident. “Alright, Isabella. I’ll check your story. If it’s true, I’ll drop your additional sentence, and Elias will handle your release when the time comes.”
The doctor freed Isabella’s toes and began massaging the inmate’s feet.
“Better? That’s how it’s gonna be from now on — foot massaging and light pedicures. I’ll call two PSEE students to take you to the showers, the canteen, and then to your cell. No officer escort this time. We’re trusting each other, am I right?”
Isabella lifted her head weakly. “T-trust? Y-you shot me up with some drug and tortured me… p-people will find out lo que se passa aqui!”
“Ohh! It seems you’d prefer stay gagged and scheduled for more punitive sessions. Should I mark you down as a full-time client too? Hm? Is that what you want?”
“No, no, no… p-please! I’m sorry! D-Doctora Auburn… I… grrrr! I-I trust y-you!”
“Follow the rules! That’s all you have to do. And don’t forget, I control your barefoot steps!”
“Y-you control my barefoot steps!” Isabella repeated the saying, very submissive.
Dr. Auburn spoke into the intercom. Two students arrived moments later, unstrapped Isabella from the foot stimulation chair and escorted her out the room.
Isabella’s first day as a Foot Stimuli Subject had ended — so did her autonomy, and any hope of freedom on her own terms.
“Everything is set for the next class, Dr. Auburn,” a PSEE graduate student said, tidying up after the session with the Mexican subject.
“Thank you, my dear. I’m just finishing up my report,” Scarlett replied, her eyes fixed on the monitor.
“My group will be back after lunch. See you later, Dr. Auburn.”
The doctor gave a slight nod, still engrossed in her work. Minutes later, she heard the double doors open again.
“May I help you?” she asked, not bothering to look who had entered the room.
“Busy, Doctor Auburn?”
The unmistakable voice made Scarlett’s head snap up!
“Doctor Wang! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Dr. Liz Wang — the chief doctor of Ava Roi Podiatry Center. A short woman with old Chinese lines etched on her wrinkled face. Her grizzled bobbed hair and rimless glasses framed a deep smile, which hid a type of Hell that few dare to imagine. A master puppeteer, pulling the strings of her loyal foot-tickler marionettes.
“I apologize for interrupting, but I have news I believe may interest you,” the chief doctor said, stepping closer.
“I’m all ears, Dr. Wang.”
“An undercover agent was captured earlier today. She seems connected to your client, Isabella Solaria. Are you aware of any pertinent information related to this incident?
“N-no! I mean, the FBI and CIA are tracking her husband’s assets. She’s also under threat from rival cartels. Perhaps it’s related?” Dr. Auburn tried to answer as calm as possible, knowing that the Judge had sent infiltrated agents to Ava Roi.
“The interrogation is currently in progress. Her intentions will soon be revealed. The foreseeable future for this individual will be within the confines of the Blue Zone.”
Dr. Wang made a pause, while Scarlett gulped, her legs trembling under the desk.
“Regarding Mrs. Solaria, I have read your report. I would appreciate an explanation for the apparent urgency in initiating her treatment and the circumstances that warranted an additional ten-year sentence?”
“I acted to protect our students. This subject is highly dangerous. Twelve months wouldn’t suffice! She injured a PED student today, but she’s under control now.”
“I see. And this is the reason why you administered a 5mg dose of HyperTactile Compound to this subject prior to her initial session, as reported by Dr. Foley?”
“I… I’m sorry, Dr. Wang. I’m under heavy pressure. The authorities are demanding quick results. I had to act decisively!”
“Authorities… and perhaps… a close friend?”
Scarlett froze, her voice caught in her throat.
“Dr. Auburn. Our professional relationship spans two decades. I have mentored you, trained you, entrusted my Center to you. You know very well that I maintained a strict policy regarding the avoidance of external conflicts that could tarnish the name of Ava Roi. I am aware of your current… activities. While I do not approve, I demand that the integrity of this institution remain unblemished. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Dr. Wang.” Scarlett stammered. “I assure you that nothing will tarnish the name of Ava Roi. But you know how our business can be complex sometimes.”
“This is entirely your concern! I strongly advise you to address this hidden agenda as soon as possible. Failure to do so will result in a full review of your current position here. This concludes our conversation.”
Without another word, Dr. Wang turned and left, her heels clicking sharply against the shiny floor.
Dr. Auburn remained motionless, staring into empty space. A chill crawled up her spine. She had worked with many dangerous people over the years, but nothing unnerved her like a threat from Dr. Liz Wang.
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UNDERFOOT CONSPIRACY - PART II
by dtka66
“... Attention! You are approaching your destination. On behalf of Ava Roi Podiatry Center, we welcome and wish you a pleasant stay. As an official client, you are now part of an innovative rehabilitation program that blends science, care, and behavioral correction. Immerse yourself in the power of guided podal stimulation to foster change, letting your bare feet play a central role in that journey. You will be guided through a series of specialized procedures designed to enhance self-awareness, emotional resilience, and behavioral improvement. The barefoot path is carefully crafted to bring out your best self. Let your time here be productive as it is transformative! …Attention! You are approaching your destination. On behalf of Ava Roi Podiatry Center…”
Isabella Solaria was tapping the tips of her toenails frantically against the railway car floor. She couldn’t take the loop recording anymore!
Seated one on each side of the inmate, officers Alexandra and Valor were distracted scrolling casually through their smartphones, unaffected by the synthetic voice.
“Hey, jefas! I gotta ask… Ustedes gonna tickle me there? In this Centro?”
Isabella asked, demanding immediate attention. Surprised by the question, both officers turned to the inmate at the same time. Officer Valor answered first.
“Well, nah! We ain’t ticklin’ ya. That ain’t our job. We’re just the enforcement. And Alexandra? Hah! She screwed up her hands really bad. Couldn’t tickle anyone else!”
“I graduated from Ava Roi,” Officer Alexandra chimed in, with a bitter tone in her voice. “Was a punitive guard for ten years. Until a damn tendonitis took me out. Some of us didn’t have the luxury of breaks back then.”
“Yep, they had her ticklin’ inmates nonstop,” Officer Valor added with a chuckle. “But don’t worry, chica. Ava Roi ain’t like federal foot-tickle prison. It’s… educational. Your pretty feet’ll be in good hands with Docs and their pupils. Unless you screw up things… then, who knows, eh? Hehe!”
“So what? EH!!!” Isabella assumed a posture of who isn’t intimidated so easily. “Ohh no, cosquillas! I’m shakin’ in my boots… no, espera, I don’t got any!”
“Relax, cariño. She’s just messing with you,” Officer Alexandra said, giving her partner a pointed look.
“Yep, just playin’. You’ll do great, ‘pretty feet’.”
“Attention! One minute to your destination,” the synthetic voice announced through the intercom.
“Time’s up, chica!” Officer Valor said, standing and grabbing an overhead handle as the railway car began to slow down. Officer Alexandra followed her partner, steadying herself as the train glided to a full stop. The doors slid open, revealing a brightly well-lit platform, with the same futuristic design as the WCCW station.
“You good? We’ll release you from your seat now. You’re not gonna try anything stupid, right?”
“Pff! Be my guest,” the inmate straightened up in the seat, lifting her crossed arms inside the yellow straitjacket to let the officers unbuckle her with no problems.
On the platform, a path marked by yellow lines read ‘BAREFOOT SUBJECTS ONLY’. A ‘WELCOME’ emblazoned at its entrance, followed by the Ava Roi Center’s logo in shades of blue.
“Put your bare feet over the logo,” Officer Alexandra instructed. “If you’re really ready, you’ll walk inside on your own. It’s worth conduct points for you!”
Isabella raised her chin defiantly as always. She placed her soles flat on the logo, as if she stepped on something insignificant. The inmate started walking on the marked path, each step unhurried. In her mind, she scoffed at how stupid the situation seemed compared to her own resolve.
The officers flanked the inmate, their keycards synchronizing perfectly to open sets of reinforced doors. At the first security checkpoint, a male guard greeted them.
“Officers,” he said before scanning the barcode on Isabella’s straitjacket collar.
“Jimmie! New intake for ya!” Officer Valor replied cheerfully.
“Let’s see… Solaria, Isabella. Here, that’s for you,” the guard retrieved a small plastic cup of pills and handed it to Officer Alexandra.
“Pfff! Está loca? I’m not taking this shit,” Isabella protested, stepping back to be held by the officers.
“Gosh! This always happens!” Officer Alexandra snapped and grabbed the pills, pretending to swallow them herself, hiding them expertly under her tongue. “Aahh… See? We took them every day. These are essential within these walls. One multivitamin and this yellow capsule for immune support. It’s for your good, carinõ. Now, your turn.”
Isabella hesitated, suspicious, but ended up taking the pills. She swallowed them down with water offered by Officer Valor.
“Good to go,” the male guard confirmed as he logged her in the system.
As they walked to the next area, a beep sounded from the straitjacket collar.
“Tracker’s on! There’s no goin’ back now, chica!” Officer Valor mocked.
“Put those pretty feet into the scanner, cariño. Let’s see if you’re not hiding anything in that hot bod of yours.” Officer Alexandra instructed.
Isabella rolled her eyes, dragging her barefoot slowly toward the green-lit machine. Distracted, she didn’t notice when Officer Alexandra discreetly spat the pills into her palm and slipped them into her pocket.
Isabella stood at the body scanner with her ‘malandra’ signature. A strong green light swept over her before a big ‘CLEAR’ showed up on a screen.
“Oh no! I forgot mis cuchillos at home.” Isabella said sarcastically.
Next, she was led to a platform labeled ‘FOOT DISINFECTION’.
“Stand on the marks. Feet together and splay your toes as much as you can!” Officer Alexandra ordered.
Isabella grumbled but obeyed, without first taunting the officers. “Like this? Watching my toes te excita, jefa?”
The inmate stood in the contraption with spread toes when a sudden burst of compressed air startled her. A transparent solution was sprayed on her foot soles from the numerous tiny holes of the platform surface, followed by an orange glaring light that started to heat and itch her feet torturously.
“Hey! What’s this?” Isabella tried to resist the strange heat prickling her soles, but the itching built into a maddening intensity. “Ay! Me pica! ME PICA!!!” she yelped, rubbing her feet together, trying to ease the itching sensation.
“Ahh, don’t be a baby girl,” Officer Valor mocked. “C’mon, move!”
Isabella quickly stepped on the next platform, where another burst of compressed air ceased the itching. “Disinfection Complete!” was heard coming from the contraption.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it? Now, let’s keep moving. We need a picture to capture this moment, and we’re done!” Officer Alexandra smiled, while Isabella shot a furious glare, still brushing her itchy feet against the floor.
Finally, they arrived at a photo booth.
“In you go. Face the camera.”
“Smile!” Officer Valor added, grinning as Isabella sneered into the lens.
Another robotic voice confirmed the final intake step. “Client... Solaria... Isabella... admission complete.”
———
As the trio made their way down a hallway toward the main elevators, a rhythmic ‘click-clack’ walking sound echoed from a side corridor, revealing a red-haired doctor dressed in a white lab coat over form-fitting faux leather jeans and black high heels.
“You must be Isabella Solaria.” Her tone was very polite. “I’m Doctor Scarlett Auburn. Welcome to Ava Roi Podiatry Center! I’ll be overseeing your rehabilitation.”
Isabella’s lips curled slightly. This was the woman she needed to win over, and freedom might follow.
“Nice to meet you, doctora!”
Scarlett’s blue eyes scanned Isabella from head to toes, as though peeling back layers to uncover a hidden truth.
“How was she during transport?” the doctor asked the officers without breaking eye contact with Isabella.
“She was… lively,” Officer Alexandra replied. “Plenty of cursing, a little resistance, but nothing serious. I’d say anger is her comfort zone. Still, she’s here. Looks determined.”
“That’s to be expected.” Dr. Auburn said, her eyes on Isabella. “I spoke with your attorney, Mr. Elias Fisher. He mentioned it was your idea to be here. Is that true?”
“Sí! It’s my idea! I don’t want that life anymore. Here’s where I can restart. You’ll see, doctora… In a year, I’ll be your best patient.” Isabella’s voice carried a blend of conviction and desperation, a performance designed to gain the doctor’s trust.
“I look forward to seeing that, my dear. But first, let’s get you settled. You’ve had very busy weeks. You must be tired. Officers, escort her to the cell block.”
“No! Wait! Mira, I’m ready to start my rehab, okey? Resting is all I’ve been doing these weeks. Please, doctora…” Isabella paused, wiggling her toes to get Scarlett attention. “I’m ready for mi terapia! Give me the cosquillas!”
The silence that followed was broken when Dr. Auburn burst into laughter. Her reaction was contagious enough to make the officers join in.
“Oh my… Hahaha!” Scarlett wiped a tear from the corner of her eye — all part of her acting skills. “Sorry, Isabella! I wasn’t expecting that! Alright, my dear. If you’re so eager to prove yourself, I’ll give you the chance to earn my trust.”
The doctor gestured to Officer Valor. “Free her ankles. She’ll go with me to the Research Center.”
With a shrug, the officer knelt to unlock the legcuffs and removed the transport belt chain. As the restraints fell away, Isabella breathed softly, relieved.
“You two are dismissed,” Dr. Auburn said to both officers. “I’ll take her from here.”
Officer Alexandra nodded. “See you soon, Doctor. And you…” she turned to Isabella with a subtle smile. “Take care, cariño. It won’t be as easy as you think, but I’m rooting for you. Make me proud. Or I’ll visit you soon!”
With that, the officers turned and disappeared down another side corridor, their bootsteps fading away.
“Shall we?” Dr. Auburn asked, placing a hand on Isabella’s shoulder. Her other hand lingered in her coat pocket near a potent sedative — just in case.
“Y-yes… Just one thing!” Isabella looked down at the yellow straitjacket encasing her upper body. “Err… this straitjacket… es necesario?”
“Very necessary!” Dr. Auburn replied firmly. “Foot stimulation therapy is about challenging you, both physically and mentally. But nothing will happen to you that you can’t handle. I’ll give you my word!”
Isabella took a deep breath, frustrated with the answer “Okey, doctora. Lead the way.”
The two women walked toward the elevators. Isabella had no idea what awaited her feet in the coming minutes. But one thing was certain — she would face the challenge head-on.
———
“I’d like to apologize for laughing at you, Mrs. Solaria. Not many clients show that kind of insight.”
Isabella forced a half-smile, unsure of how to respond.
The ‘ding’ of the elevator signaled its arrival. They stepped in and Dr. Auburn pressed the button for the Research Center. The elevator ascended quietly. Both women remained deep in thoughts, strategizing next moves in their mental game.
Another ‘ding.’ “U-L-2 Research Center,” a synthetic voice announced.
Dr. Auburn motioned for Isabella to follow her.
“Here we develop cutting-edge podiatry methods to ensure the best outcomes for our clients. It’s quiet now. Most of the rooms are in use for ongoing procedures.”
Isabella masked a strange feeling due the emptiness of the place. In the distance, muffled human noises echoed faintly through the hall.
“I must say, Elias Fisher is quite the attorney,” Dr. Auburn continued to talk, more casually, keeping the inmate distracted. “Getting you just one year, given everything… That kind of defense doesn’t come cheap!”
“Sí, but he owes my husband a few favors. They’ve been friends for años,” Isabella replied curtly, her annoyance visible.
“Ah, I see. Not that I mean to intrude, but no one works for free, right?”
Isabella exhaled sharply, her patience thinning. “Why askin’? I need to pay you too? He got paid, okey! And I’m happy to have him.”
“Well, I’m sure you’d benefit from a slightly longer stay, but I believe twelve months are enough for some important changes.” Dr. Auburn said with a false smile.
Isabella softened her tone, deciding to play her own card. “Mira, doctora, I know I’ve made mistakes. But I’m ready to work with usted. We can reach our goals together. You know what I’m sayin’?”
“Of course I do! Let me ask you something, though. Did Elias mention that Ava Roi now holds jurisdiction over your case? That your time here could be shortened if you show readiness for reintegration?”
Isabella was wrong-footed by the information, her lips trembling with excitement. “N-n-no, I-I didn’t know that! I can be out in less than twelve months?”
“Exactly! If you cooperate, Ava Roi has the power to grant you an early release.”
Isabella’s eyes lit up, her craving for freedom emerging. “Doctora Auburn, believe me! I’ll repay this! Whatever you wish!”
Scarlett nodded, placing a reassuring hand on Isabella’s shoulder. Inside, she felt triumphant. Elias had followed the instructions perfectly, ensuring Isabella was unaware of the real dynamics of her situation. Everything was falling into the trap!
“I’m truly impressed by your determination! But as we like to say here — ‘We control your barefoot steps.’ Now, be honest with me, Mrs. Solaria. What’re your real thoughts on foot stimulation therapy?”
Isabella weighed her options. Lying might feel safer, but truth could win trust.
“Las cosquillas? Honestly? I think it’s bobo. Stupid. I’ve heard stories about what happens in those cárceles de cosquillas. Fuckin’ policía torture!”
“Trust me, Isabella, it’s not torture. Everything we do is constitutional and carefully regulated. Those rumors? Lies! The new correctional system is designed to—”
“Pff! Cut the crap, doctora. Those prisons ain’t nothin’ like this place!”
“So that’s the reason you chose Ava Roi?” Scarlett asked, pretending to be taken aback. “You don’t really believe in our methods, do you?”
“Mira, doctora, I’m a chingona. My feet aren’t ticklish! This filosofía oriental of being barefoot all the time… to clear the soul and shit… son chingaderas! And if cosquillas change me someday… well, it doesn’t fuckin’ matter! But listen…”
Isabella glared threateningly at the doctor. “If I feel torturada here… Elias will know everything. Mis cuates too. Dangerous people. I’m warnin’ you!”
Dr. Auburn remained cold. “Rest assured, Mrs. Solaria! Every method here is legal. Foot stimulation will change you positively. You’ll understand that very soon! Now, changing the subject, I need to ask a few questions for your profile…”
Scarlett let Isabella believe she was in control, before leaning in with a sharp question. “So… Any sexual interest in being barefoot, Mrs. Solaria?”
Isabella’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. “QUÉ!?!? N-no!”
“Any sexual interest in being submissive? To your husband? To our rules?”
“Doctora, mira! I’m not likin’ this conversation! … No! Okey?”
“And would you mind if the students were talking about you? Your case? Your feet? If they preferred to work with you over other clients?”
Isabella hesitated, annoyed by the invasive questions. But then she arched her feet slightly, entertained by the idea of being famous at Ava Roi.
“Those who aren’t seen aren’t remembered, right? So no. I don’t mind if they talk about me, doctora. I don’t mind at all.”
“Very good! Thank you for your answers, Mrs. Solaria. Let’s move on!”
Dr. Auburn pulled up a schedule on her tablet. “We’ll now scan those bare soles of yours. Standard procedure for new clients. Then, since you’re so eager to test your ‘tough feet,’ we’ll jump straight into a session with a PED class. But I need to ask one last time — are you sure you wouldn’t rather rest today and start tomorrow? No rush, my dear.”
“I fuckin’ told you! I’m ready! I wanna be out in under a year, doctora. Vámonos!” Isabella snapped, her confidence surging.
Dr. Auburn gestured toward a nearby corridor. “As you wish. Right this way, Mrs. Solaria.”
———
Despite her outward confidence, Isabella paced nervously, scanning every detail of the unfamiliar environment. Beside her, however, Dr. Auburn was very satisfied after executing the first phase of her plan. She had preyed on Isabella’s personality, leading the inmate straight into a foot-tickle pitfall.
They stopped in front of a large door marked INMSEF III. Dr. Auburn entered her access code, revealing a modern lab filled with high-tech podiatry equipment.
Waiting for them inside, stood a stern-looking older doctor with silver streaks in her tapered hair. She was ready to complain the moment they entered the room.
“It’s about time! The class is waiting!”
“Dr. Foley, my apologies! Unexpected delays,” Dr. Auburn replied smoothly, offering a polite smile.
“This is not really you, Auburn!” Dr. Foley snapped back, then turned to Isabella. “You! Feet on the markings!”
Isabella barely registered the command, distracted by the sheer complexity of the lab room. The glossy surfaces and humming machinery made it feel like she’d stepped into a sci-fi setting.
Dr. Auburn gently guided her toward a peculiar-looking device at the center of the room, which consisted of a rectangular base topped with two thick sheets of transparent glass, shimmering under the bright lab lights.
“This is an INMSEF,” Scarlett explained. “It’s a foot mapping device, used to identify the structure, functioning, and prime sensitivity zones on the soles of your feet. But first...” She picked up a black fleece-lined blindfold from a nearby tray. “I’ll need to cover your eyes. The class observing this procedure is composed of new students, NPSs. They’re not yet permitted to make eye contact with clients.”
Isabella curled her toes at the sight of the blindfold, but she didn’t voice her concern, offering no resistance as Dr. Auburn fastened it securely over her eyes.
Meanwhile, Dr. Foley meticulously disinfected the glass surface of the device and applied a thin layer of conductive gel on it.
“Ready? Step up,” Dr. Auburn instructed, helping Isabella onto the INMSEF. The inmate hesitated placing her feet on the cold glass. She instinctively tried to lift one foot, but the doctor held her firmly, securing a black strap around her ankles to keep her in position.
“Hold still, Isabella. Contract your glutes, stand tall, head up… Good! This is the position. Now, focus on your breathing.”
“She looks ready. I’ll bring the class in,” Dr. Foley said, striding toward a side door. “It’s time, class!”
A buzz of whispers accompanied the rookies as they entered, their curious eyes fixed on Isabella standing on the foot mapping device.
“Welcome! Today, you’ll observe an INMSEF in vivo,” Dr. Foley began, addressing the students. “You’ve studied the theory of innervation mapping. Now, you’ll see it in action. Pay close attention to the screen.”
With the press of a button, Dr. Foley activated the INMSEF. A subtle ticklish pulse rippled through Isabella’s bare soles. She let out a groaning laugh, her body jolting in surprise as she struggled to remain still.
“Don’t fight it. Focus on breathing!” Dr. Auburn instructed, steadying Isabella’s back.
A large monitor descended from the ceiling, displaying detailed real-time images of Isabella’s soles. Multiple windows popped up, revealing plantar nerve clusters and sensitivity patterns colored in vibrant hues.
“Class, this subject presents with feet of a healthy size seven. The soles exhibit good vascularization and elevated electrochemical activity, particularly in the toes and…” Dr. Foley pointed with a laser to a highlighted section on Isabella’s left sole. “Here, near this small birthmark. The nerve density in this region is unusually high. Class, make a note of this anomaly.”
The older doctor frowned at the readings, turning to her colleague. “Dr. Auburn, has this subject undergone prior foot stimulation procedures?”
“Not according to her records,” Scarlett replied, clearly pleased by what she was seeing in the data.
“Interesting. Her sensitivity levels are remarkably elevated!”
Standing on the INMSEF, Isabella inhaled sharply at the mention of the birthmark. The clinical dissection of such an intimate detail created an odd sense of exposure for her — far from being something unpleasant, though.
Behind the blindfold, her mind drifted to sexual memories.
The way Tato used to kiss her feet, slowly sucking each toe, his tongue paying special attention to that very birthmark — combined with the tingling under her soles and the knowledge that she was being observed, fanned something very arousal inside her thighs — making Isabella very wet!
Dr. Foley’s lecture continued, but her voice faded into the background as Isabella sank deeper into her sexual thoughts. The blindfold offered a strange form of control, shielding her from the humiliating situation.
After fifteen minutes of foot analysis, the INMSEF was powered down. Isabella moaned softly.
“Any questions?” Dr. Foley asked, turning to the class.
A few students asked routine questions about the device’s readings and functionality. Then, from the back, a young brunette raised her hand.
“Isn’t this client the wife of that drug dealer, Tato Solaria?”
“Yes. This is Isabella Solaria,” Dr. Scarlett replied, a bit surprised by the question.
“His cartel murdered my uncle, a police officer. I’d love to… work with her in the future. How can I apply for close supervision?”
The tension in the room spiked. Even blindfolded, Isabella turned sharply toward the student’s voice. She clenched her fists inside the straitjacket, gritting her teeth in an effort to project defiance despite the darkness.
Dr. Auburn’s reply was curt. “Applications for close supervision depend on your performance, not personal motivations, my dear. Focus on your studies!”
“Let’s stay on topic, ladies. Any questions about the INMSEF?” Dr. Foley quickly intervened.
The room fell silent. No one dared speak again.
“All right, class dismissed!” Dr. Foley announced, her tone preventing any new interaction. The students filed out, murmuring among themselves as they left.
Once the room was clear, Dr. Auburn unfastened the straps binding Isabella’s ankles and removed the blindfold. The inmate closed her eyes, affected by the sudden brightness of the ceiling fluorescent lamps.
“No time to waste,” Dr. Foley muttered, already heading toward the staff exit. “The PED class is already waiting for their practical session!”
The two doctors quickly escorted Isabella out of the INMSEF III room. Disoriented by the after-session effects, the inmate didn’t realize she had taken an elevator alongside the doctors, heading toward the next stage of her schedule.
———
A ‘ding’ signaled the new level, followed by a voice, “U L 1 Practical Classes.”
The sound of the doctors’ high heels contrasted with the padded footsteps of Isabella’s barefeet in the new level. The fluorescent lamps were still hurting her eyes after being blindfolded for a while.
Dr. Foley led the way with a brisk pace, her steel-gray eyes focused ahead.
“You’ll be a client for a more experienced class this time, Isabella. Any deviation from protocol won’t be tolerated. Understood?”
The Mexican barely nodded, her mind drifting momentarily to a fantasy of receiving an unconventional foot treatment.
At a hallway intersection, Isabella noticed a group of two doctors escorting a tall blonde woman who looked utterly terrified. Tears glistened in her wide green eyes, and her flushed red feet contrasted starkly with her pale skin as she walked with visible difficulty. Students followed closely behind, whispering and giggling.
For the first time, Isabella saw another subject dressed like her — barefoot in the Foot Stimuli Subject uniform of Ava Roi. The sight yanked the inmate out of her reverie, reminding her of the punitive nature of the Center. Her steps faltered, but the doctors pressed on, leading her to a set of double doors.
Inside, six PED students stood waiting. Each was a three-year student in the Foot Sensitivity Enhancement Expert degree. They appeared eager and confident.
“We’re running late, ladies! Please, accommodate this client in the Chair.”
“Of course, Doctor Foley,” replied a short Asian student, the leader of the class. She stepped forward, her tone polite. “Isabella Solaria, correct? My name is Mei. On behalf of PED 157, it’s our pleasure to assist in your rehabilitation.”
The other students — young women from diverse backgrounds — moved to Isabella like ants to a piece of chocolate. She tried to project her signature cocky attitude, but with no effect.
“Don’t worry, Isabella. Just sit here and relax. We’ll secure you comfortably. This chair is specially designed to ensure optimal results for—”
Everything happened so fast that Isabella barely registered Mei’s words. The students swarmed and guided her into the Foot Stimulation Chair, where heavy-duty nylon straps awaited to hold her body tightly.
“Espera, no, no, no! Why I’m bein’ tied like this?”
“Focus on me, Isabella,” Mei kept her job. “Close your eyes. Breathe deeply…”
“Cooperation, Mrs. Solaria!” Dr. Auburn’s voice rang out from behind a row of monitors. “Show this class the best client you can be!”
Swallowing her defiance, Isabella had no choice but to obey. Mei continued speaking soothingly, distracting the inmate while the other students finished strapping her down.
Isabella winced as her ankles were locked into padded holes on the chair’s stocks. Her heels were placed on padded holders, and a bar was positioned over her toes, stretching her soles taut.
For the first time since stepping barefoot onto Ava Roi’s pristine heated floors, a real dread crept over the Mexican.
Immobilized and with her feet completely exposed, her breath quickened as she struggled to maintain composure. “Solo un año y estaré fuera,” she kept reminding herself.
Mei approached with a neck strap. “This will protect your head from movem—”
“But first!” Dr. Auburn appeared and injected a substance into Isabella’s neck.
“AAAY!!! MI CUELLO!!! Q-QUÉ ES ESTO?!?” Isabella cried out, her body jerking instinctively.
“There, there,” the red-haired doctor cooed, pressing an alcohol-soaked cotton ball over the injection site. “Just a little boost to enhance your performance. Right, Mei?”
The Asian student looked blankly at Scarlett. “Y-Yes. Trust your doctor, Isabella...”
The inmate was ready to curse everyone in the room, but dizziness stole her words. Mei fastened the neck strap while Isabella coughed, the room lights seeming unbearably bright. Every sound felt amplified, and she became acutely aware of the air brushing against her exposed soles.
“Usted… cough-cough... usted d-drug— arghh! Cough-cough…”
Dr. Auburn exchanged a glance with Dr. Foley, whose disapproving frown said it all. However, the older doctor redirected her attention to the students.
“The restraints look acceptable. Let’s proceed. Mei and Paris, prepare the field. Use the Electric Pumice Stone Grinder to remove all calluses and thick skin — heels, balls, sides. I want these soles optimized for maximum sensitivity within fifteen minutes. Begin!”
The two students moved like soldiers following orders. They sat down at the stocks and retrieved the electric devices. Isabella let out a loud grunt as the pumice stones began scraping her soles.
Mei was methodical, using the pedicure device first, to tickle the smooth skin with her index fingernail after each pass. Paris, a beautiful woman with bronze skin and curly hair, combined her exfoliation work while her other hand sought harsh spots.
Two different techniques, with terribly ticklish results for Isabella.
“GRRRRR HMPHMHM BASTAAGAHAHA!!! GRRRMPH!!!
“Faster, Mei! Smooth out the arch! Paris, keep the precision on the heel!” Dr. Foley commanded the students, her clinical gaze monitoring their progress.
The foot care intensified as Isabella’s soles grew more sensitive. Immobilized from neck to heels-ankles-toes, she had finally debuted as an official Foot Stimuli Subject of Ava Roi Podiatry Center. Her face flushed red as she managed to resist the very first round of her rehab!
“HNNGH PERAAAS!!! GRRRRGH!!! PFFF!!! HAHAH EEEEK!!!
———
After a grueling fifteen minutes experiencing two Electric Pumice Stone Grinder devices polishing her soles harshly, Isabella drenched in sweat. Her raven-black hair plastered to her flushed face.
Her foot ticklishness had reached a level she never thought possible, but she refused to give in to the indignity of begging for mercy. She fought hard to keep a defeated laugh contained.
Mei stepped back, adjusting her glasses and wiping her brow. “Dr. Foley, the preliminary work is complete. The subject soles are prepped!”
“Hm. Let’s see,” Dr. Foley ran a single fingernail down Isabella’s glowing red foot sole. The contact made the inmate yelp! “EEEEEKAAHAH!!!”
“Excellent work!” the older doctor said approvingly. “The field is ready. We’ll proceed to the sensory grid overlay. Class, pay close attention.”
“Q-qué??? N-n-nooo!!!! T-t-this i-is t-t-tortura!!!” Isabella started protesting verbally, but her voice was still stuck after the injection.
A holographic projection sprang to life as Dr. Foley activated a tablet-like apparatus. Isabella’s feet appeared in an intricate detailed 3D model, with highlighted zones pulsating in varying shades of yellow, orange and red.
“This is the subject’s sensitivity matrix. Notice the hyperreactive zones, a direct result of soft tissue exposure. We’ll now proceed with the initial response trials.”
Isabella, still catching her breath, assaulted the women surrounding her feet.
“M-MALDITAS P-PUTAS!!! YOU N-NOT BREAK ME!!! F-FUCK YOU AAAAAALL!!!”
Dr. Foley met the subject outburst with an unflinching gaze. “Breaking you isn’t the objective, Isabella. We’re simply uncovering your potential.”
Meanwhile, behind the monitors, Dr. Auburn smirked, her eyes grinned devilishly!
“Charlotte and Aria, in position, please,” Dr. Foley called out two new students.
They moved quickly to take their places at Isabella’s feet.
“You’ll use the new VoltVibes II,” Dr. Foley handed them three brand feather-like tools. “Solitec redesigned the VoltVibe Feathers with composite material. Very light and much more precise!”
“Nice! They made the copper rod very pointy!” said Aria, a blonde student from Denmark, before plugging the VoltVibes into the power source.
“The left foot is yours, Aria. Focus on the birthmark and the tips of her toes. Practice your two-handed technique. I expect nothing less than perfection.”
Aria nodded, positioning two VoltVibes close to Isabella’s left foot sole, as the tools hovered closely her arch and toes.
“Charlotte. You’ll use the VoltVibe on the right foot. Follow the ‘infinite five movement’ — start inward, slash wide, descend along the arch line, and finish with a clockwise spiral on the heel. Understood?”
Charlotte, a brunette from New England, nodded, looking determined to Isabella’s right foot, holding the feather-like tool steady.
“Power on! Set vibration to 2 and electric stimulus to 1. B mode. Ready? Begin!” Dr. Foley gave the order, starting the second phase of Isabella’s session.
Isabella’s entire body jolted as the tips of the VoltVibes vibrated and shocked her hypersensitive soles. She fought hard to hold her laughter, but this was not an exfoliation pedicure — this was a taste of punitive foot tickling!
“GRRRRR!!! GAAAA!!! MPHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOAHAHAHA!!! BASTAHAHAHA!!!”
Isabella crumbled as she burst into desperate laughter. Every stroke of the VoltVibes caused unbearable spikes of ticklish vibration and electrostimulation. Agonized noises began to escape from her mouth.
“PFFFGRRYYYRKAHAHA!!! MPGRRRHAHAH AHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Charlotte moved the VoltVibes with precision, delivering vibrating electric pulses as it swept across the exposed ball of Isabella’s right foot. The descend move across her taunt arch was cruel, and the way the student made the tool circled deeper the pink heel was driving Isabella crazy.
Beside the brunette, Aria held the two VoltVibes like a maestra. One feather stood buzzed mercilessly over the birthmark on Isabella’s left arch, while the other feather meticulously stimulated the tips of each toe.
“Class, observe how the stimuli affect the subject’s reflexive responses. This is the criminal mindset attempting to resist punishment. Soon, the tickling factor will break down these barriers, compelling the subject to comply fully with treatment.”
Restrained and utterly at their mercy, Isabella’s laughter turned into breathless gasps. She thrashed futilely against the restraints, desperate to escape!
Dr. Foley called another student. “Gabrielle, let’s see how your verbal teasing is progressing.”
A redheaded student from France stepped forward, demonstrating her technique.
“Ohhh, pauvre bébé, it tickles, doesn’t it? Laugh for us, prisonnière! Accept it, and you’ll be better for it. Quais! You deserve it, bébé! Guili-guili-guili!”
Dr. Foley observed the scene with pride. The pedicure was excellent, and the ongoing tickling and teasing proceeded precisely as expected.
On the other hand, Isabella was on the verge of a complete break. With the last of her strength, she resorted to a desperate measure — spitting!
Gabrielle was the first target. Charlotte and Aria were hit next. Even Dr. Foley was targeted, but she managed to dodge the disgusting shots. “Mei, gag the subject!”
The student moved quickly, but struggled to secure the thick black leather muzzle gag as Isabella’s head thrashed wildly. In the ensuing chaos, the inmate bit down the student’s hand, her teeth tearing the flesh of Mei’s index finger.
Dr. Foley reacted instantly, using a Taser to zap Isabella’s left foot. The inmate yelped and released her bite on the injured hand.
“MY FINGER!!!” Mei cried, clutching her hand as blood dripped down her sleeve.
“Mei, go to the infirmary! You’re dismissed for your duties today!”
The class leader nodded, cradling her injured hand as she left the room.
“Hehehe... One perra down! You’ll all regre—mmphmmm MPHMMM!!!”
Isabella’s vengeful words were cut off as Dr. Auburn, with practiced hands, secured the muzzle gag in place. The gag was designed to ensure Isabella’s lips were locked shut, locking her protests words.
Gabrielle backed away. Charlotte and Aria looked at each other, unsure what to do.
“What’re you waiting for? Resume the procedure!” Dr. Foley barked!
The VoltVibes powered back on, their electrical vibrations cruelly precise on Isabella’s soles to keep the tickle torment. Charlotte and Aria were working to avenge their injured friend.
Isabella struggled fiercely against the tickling and the restraints of the foot simulation chair. But it was futile, draining her stamina completely. Her vision started to blur, and the edges of the room spun.
Observing that the inmate was about to faint, Dr. Foley quickly intervened, asking the students to stop the stimulation. “Stop! Code 2, code 2! Quick, get the nasal cannula!”
But Charlotte and Aria ignored the doctor’s order, continuing the procedure with angry looks.
Seconds later, everything went dark for the Mexican.
———
It all seemed like a strange nightmare. But when Isabella woke up, the harsh reality hit her like a hard slap — she kept strapped in the foot stimulation chair, her feet still exposed and immobilized. Dr. Foley and the students were gone, leaving the room eerily quiet.
Before she could fully grasp her situation, a malicious voice came out of nowhere.
“Isabella Solaria... twenty-five years old... histrionic personality traits… over-dramatic behavior with sado-masochistic tendencies… and, of course, a strong foot fetishism…”
Dr. Auburn emerged slowly from behind the inmate, smirking alone. She held her tablet in one hand.
“Do you see yourself in this charming little profile? Hm?”
“Hmphhm!”
“Shhh… Relax. I don’t want you fainting again. You’re not going anywhere until you learn what you need to learn. I told you to rest, didn’t I? You really think this would be a foot spa vacation? A year indulging your twisted fantasies, followed by a stroll to that hidden cash? Tsk-tsk-tsk… naive girl.”
Dr. Auburn seated on the edge of a side chair, placing the tablet in front of Isabella’s face.
“This is your file. I was working on it during your… shall we say, humiliating performance. Now, eyes on my finger, please.”
Isabella’s scared look followed the doctor’s hand, her chest heaving with dread.
“Here we have your personal data… bureaucratic crap… blah blah blah… details about those ticklish feet of yours… and… here! Length of Sentence!” Scarlett grinned mischievously as her finger tapped on the specific section.
“Remember when I said Ava Roi has jurisdiction over your case? That we can reduce your time here? Did I mention we can… increase it, too?”
Isabella’s eyes widened in panic! Muffled grunts erupted from her gag as she shook her head frantically.
“Your unacceptable behavior during your first session earned you an extra year as our Client. Congratulations, my dear!”
“MPHHHH!!! MPHGHHHH!!!
“What? One year isn’t enough? Okay, how about two? Or maybe three years?
“MPHHHHH MPHGHHHHH!!! NAHMMMPH!!!
No? How about… TEN YEARS?”
The number hit Isabella like a wrecking ball. Her body went limp, tears spilling down her cheeks in silent surrender.
“There it is! Ten more years for you! But hey, I’m feeling generous today. Let’s call it nine, to make it a nice round ten years total. Hehehe! Oh, and one more thing...
Dr. Auburn finger hovered over another section of the screen — ‘Temporarily Life Imprisonment.’
“See this little box? One click, and your sentence becomes null and void. You’ll be here... indefinitely. Cooperate, and maybe I’ll forget to click on it. Understand? Are we going to see a new Isabella from now on? Hm?”
Desperation surged through Isabella as she nodded submissively.
“Good girl!” Dr. Auburn’s smile was predatory. She moved to the chair’s stocks, her eyes admiring the trapped soles. “Time to check on those beauties!”
Isabella’s breath hitched in her throat seeing the doctor wiggling her long black nails towards her exposed bare feet.
“What was it you said earlier? ‘Give me the foot tickling’? As you wish, my dear!”
A new round of foot tickling began — by the hands of a very qualified tickler expert. Scarlett’s nails assaulted over every inch of Isabella’s soles, exploiting every sensitive spot!
“GRHHHHMPGHHGMPHHHHHHH!!! MPHMMHAPHMMHAPFFFHMM!!!”
“Oh! I’ve to say… Mei and Paris did an excellent job prepping your soles! They’re sooooo smooth and soft! I’m really impressed.”
Dr. Auburn’s nails dug into Isabella’s arches, finding her hypersensitive birthmark, making the subject grunt in higher pitches.
“That’s the spot where you hide your delinquency! We’ve got ten long years to tickle away your crimes and reform your mind! One ticklish inch at a time!”
The poor Foot Stimuli Subject couldn’t do anything to avoid it. Her only option was kept laughing at the mercy of Dr. Auburn. However, Scarlett was trained to stay in that position for hours. Her arms, hands and fingers had extraordinary endurance.
“My nails are cruel, aren’t they? Yeah, I’ve heard the rumors. Hehe! Especially when they find bad girls with ticklish criminal soles!”
“MPHHHGRHHHH!!! GRRMPHHHH!!! MPGHHGMPHHHH!!!”
“You seem to like this too much! I guess you’re right, you’ll be my best patient!”
“MPHMMHPHMMHAHAPFFFMM GRMPHHHAHHHPHHH!!!”
“What? Want me to stop? But I just started!”
“GRRMMHPHMMHAHAPFFFMM!!! MPHHHAHHHPHHH!!!”
“No, no, no… You don’t deserve any break!” Dr. Auburn mocked, while her fingers moved on Isabella’s soles with incredible speed, like machine-made!
“MPHHHGRHHGRRMPHH!!! MPGHHGMPHHH!!! MPHHAHAHHMPHH!!!”
“Alright, I’ve a condition… Are you ready to cooperate with the authorities?”
Isabella nodded violently, with wide eyes almost popping out, begging for mercy.
“Is this a ‘yes’? Fair enough, let’s hear what you’ve got to say!” Dr. Auburn stopped the punishment, stretching her fingers. She could have kept the punitive foot-tickle, but she had other priorities on her agenda.
“Look at me, subject! I give you one chance! Tell me what I need to know, and you stay here wouldn’t compare to this! Consider yourself my protégé.”
Dr. Auburn opened a feeding hole on Isabella’s muzzle gag, freeing her mouth. Drool dripped as the inmate gasped for air.
“Remember. One chance! Now… Where. Is. The Money?”
Isabella gulped, her voice cracking. “T-there… there is a ranchería… south of Nogales… called Cuitaca. There is a bar… El Chikito… Paolo is the key… he knows the place… in the Sierra Madre… an abandoned mine… the money is deep inside… in barrels. T-that’s all I know…”
Isabella’s head drooped forward and she began to sob after her confession.
“That was… easier than I had expected! Dr. Auburn smirked, her satisfaction evident. “Alright, Isabella. I’ll check your story. If it’s true, I’ll drop your additional sentence, and Elias will handle your release when the time comes.”
The doctor freed Isabella’s toes and began massaging the inmate’s feet.
“Better? That’s how it’s gonna be from now on — foot massaging and light pedicures. I’ll call two PSEE students to take you to the showers, the canteen, and then to your cell. No officer escort this time. We’re trusting each other, am I right?”
Isabella lifted her head weakly. “T-trust? Y-you shot me up with some drug and tortured me… p-people will find out lo que se passa aqui!”
“Ohh! It seems you’d prefer stay gagged and scheduled for more punitive sessions. Should I mark you down as a full-time client too? Hm? Is that what you want?”
“No, no, no… p-please! I’m sorry! D-Doctora Auburn… I… grrrr! I-I trust y-you!”
“Follow the rules! That’s all you have to do. And don’t forget, I control your barefoot steps!”
“Y-you control my barefoot steps!” Isabella repeated the saying, very submissive.
Dr. Auburn spoke into the intercom. Two students arrived moments later, unstrapped Isabella from the foot stimulation chair and escorted her out the room.
Isabella’s first day as a Foot Stimuli Subject had ended — so did her autonomy, and any hope of freedom on her own terms.
———
“Everything is set for the next class, Dr. Auburn,” a PSEE graduate student said, tidying up after the session with the Mexican subject.
“Thank you, my dear. I’m just finishing up my report,” Scarlett replied, her eyes fixed on the monitor.
“My group will be back after lunch. See you later, Dr. Auburn.”
The doctor gave a slight nod, still engrossed in her work. Minutes later, she heard the double doors open again.
“May I help you?” she asked, not bothering to look who had entered the room.
“Busy, Doctor Auburn?”
The unmistakable voice made Scarlett’s head snap up!
“Doctor Wang! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Dr. Liz Wang — the chief doctor of Ava Roi Podiatry Center. A short woman with old Chinese lines etched on her wrinkled face. Her grizzled bobbed hair and rimless glasses framed a deep smile, which hid a type of Hell that few dare to imagine. A master puppeteer, pulling the strings of her loyal foot-tickler marionettes.
“I apologize for interrupting, but I have news I believe may interest you,” the chief doctor said, stepping closer.
“I’m all ears, Dr. Wang.”
“An undercover agent was captured earlier today. She seems connected to your client, Isabella Solaria. Are you aware of any pertinent information related to this incident?
“N-no! I mean, the FBI and CIA are tracking her husband’s assets. She’s also under threat from rival cartels. Perhaps it’s related?” Dr. Auburn tried to answer as calm as possible, knowing that the Judge had sent infiltrated agents to Ava Roi.
“The interrogation is currently in progress. Her intentions will soon be revealed. The foreseeable future for this individual will be within the confines of the Blue Zone.”
Dr. Wang made a pause, while Scarlett gulped, her legs trembling under the desk.
“Regarding Mrs. Solaria, I have read your report. I would appreciate an explanation for the apparent urgency in initiating her treatment and the circumstances that warranted an additional ten-year sentence?”
“I acted to protect our students. This subject is highly dangerous. Twelve months wouldn’t suffice! She injured a PED student today, but she’s under control now.”
“I see. And this is the reason why you administered a 5mg dose of HyperTactile Compound to this subject prior to her initial session, as reported by Dr. Foley?”
“I… I’m sorry, Dr. Wang. I’m under heavy pressure. The authorities are demanding quick results. I had to act decisively!”
“Authorities… and perhaps… a close friend?”
Scarlett froze, her voice caught in her throat.
“Dr. Auburn. Our professional relationship spans two decades. I have mentored you, trained you, entrusted my Center to you. You know very well that I maintained a strict policy regarding the avoidance of external conflicts that could tarnish the name of Ava Roi. I am aware of your current… activities. While I do not approve, I demand that the integrity of this institution remain unblemished. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Dr. Wang.” Scarlett stammered. “I assure you that nothing will tarnish the name of Ava Roi. But you know how our business can be complex sometimes.”
“This is entirely your concern! I strongly advise you to address this hidden agenda as soon as possible. Failure to do so will result in a full review of your current position here. This concludes our conversation.”
Without another word, Dr. Wang turned and left, her heels clicking sharply against the shiny floor.
Dr. Auburn remained motionless, staring into empty space. A chill crawled up her spine. She had worked with many dangerous people over the years, but nothing unnerved her like a threat from Dr. Liz Wang.
To be continued.
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