Scrape. Scrape. Katie felt herself rubbing back and forth relentlessly over the hard insole of Amara’s boot. With every footfall, Priya’s weight impacted down, stretching the skin of her foot and slamming Katie down and forward. The insoles were completely coated with a (relative) inch deep of sweat. It was not unlike being forcibly pushed down the world’s most humiliating, dehumanizing, depraved slip and slide. Slam down – -stretch - slide forward – splash through foot sweat – lift back and peel off the insole – repeat. Each repeat of this cycle seemed to mentally reinforce Katie’s horrible fate. “You’re a foot. You’re a foot. You’re just Priya’s foot. Taste it. Smell it. Accept it. Embrace it. Your old life is gone.”
Through all this torture, Katie became furious with herself, as she continued to become mentally tortured by her circumstances. She recalled the initial encounter with the sisters, and one of the only sentences they ever spoke to her. ““Ha ha!” Amara, Priya’s sister began, “you will never get used to it… I’m assuming, of being Priya’s foot!
Was she right? She seemed to be taunting her, but maybe there was some truth to it. Maybe… no! Katie stopped herself. Still, she imagined Amara’s massive, beautiful face hovering over her. The power of her booming voice. The smell of her breath as it brushed off Priya’s sole. The accidental kiss she had planted. Katie yearned to see her again, and receive any kind of acknowledgement from her, or anyone really, as something other than a foot. Until now, she had never had this fact hammered into her quite to the extent as her current situation.
Slam. Slam. Slam. Priya’s footfalls were picking up speed and she seemed to be exerting more pressure into her steps. Katie guessed that Priya was in some sort of loud bar or nightclub, due to the muffled sound of loud dance music and people shouting conversation permeating through the leather boot. She could tell that Priya was speaking but couldn’t make out anything she was saying. Katie had never really been to a nightclub before and rarely went to bars. She wasn’t much for drinking and was too shy and unconfident to enjoy herself in such social situations, not that she had ever really had time if she wanted to. Her entire adult life was spent working endlessly toward her goal. Had she not crossed paths with Priya, she would most likely be getting settled into a high-paying job in her field by now.
Katie felt herself rapidly raise in altitude. The continuous slamming into the hard, sweat-soaked sole of the boot also suddenly ceased, giving her a much-needed moment of rest from the night’s relentless battering. More than ever before, a feeling of intense pain and pressure had built up inside Katie, like having a pounding headache except all over her “body”. It appears without any sock or soft insole to absorb the impact of Priya’s footfalls, pain and pressure building up in Priya’s foot was dramatically more intense than normal, and that pain was being transferred into Katie’s consciousness. No longer walking, the built-up pressure gradually began subsiding as the sole relaxed and released its tension. The sensation was almost soothing and pleasurable, and Katie wished it would last for a while, but it didn’t. Suddenly, the foot began rapidly shaking left and right. Having been lifted just enough off the insole to easily slide around, Katie’s face was forcibly smearing across the sweat-drenched insole. Friction began building up and Katie felt a burning sensation across her body.
Priya had taken a seat on barstool alongside her date. Waiting for their drinks, she chatted nervously with him. Tall, dark, and handsome, he had an intimidating presence despite being extremely polite and upbeat. Mostly, it was Priya’s own insecurities getting to her. Perhaps he didn’t feel she was good enough? While making idle conversation, Priya began shaking her foot absentmindedly due to nerves and her perceived awkwardness.
Her date took note of her fidgeting. His eyes lowered down to her leather boot-clad feet. Her legs were crossed with her right foot suspended in the air. Priya was nervously shaking it back and forth. Figuring it was up to him to ease the tension a bit and make her feel at ease by not calling attention to her shaking, the man decided to give her some compliments.
“You look beautiful tonight, Priya.” She giggled and smiled. “Those are some nice boots, too. Where’d you get them?”
“Oh, well my sister lent them to me. They’re a bit big for me and are hurting my feet a lot. I kind of regret wearing them to be honest.”, Priya said, though mentally she noted that her right foot ached a lot less than her left foot.
The man perked up. “Well, not gonna lie, I think they’re pretty sexy.” Secretly, he had a thing for feet. Priya playfully nudged him with her right foot. She felt herself become at ease and began loosening up.
The pair chatted over drinks for some time until Priya realized she suddenly had to pee. She excused herself and retreated to the bathroom.
Katie had spent the time enjoying not being slammed into the hard sole and attempting to listen to their conversation. She couldn’t make out what the man was saying but could somewhat make out Priya’s responses as her voice reverberated through her body. The only thing she really learned was that Priya laughs nervously a lot around men and that the man’s name was Jeremy and he had a deep voice. She imagined what Jeremy might look like and imagined herself being the one on the date. How would she respond and act? It didn’t even matter though, did it? She was just a foot now. Her thoughts were once again brought to an abrupt halt as she felt herself plummet in altitude, followed by Priya’s entire weight slamming down on top of her. The mechanical process of being slammed, scraped across the hard sole, peeled off, and repeated resumed.
Priya entered the bathroom. It was empty. She entered the largest stall at the end, closed the door, and sat down to relieve herself. Staring down at her boots, she remembered Jeremy mentioning how sexy they were. Perhaps wearing them was the right choice, but they were killing her, especially her left foot. Now would also be a good time to give her hot, sweaty feet a chance to cool off. She removed the left boot and brought her foot to her lap while still sitting on the toilet. The sole of her left foot was now a dark pink and completely soaked with sweat. A few points around her foot were rubbed raw. Using her breath, she blew air onto the sole to cool it off a bit. The combined stench of her own sweat with Amara’s existing smell wafted up from her foot back into her face. “You really need to wash your feet better, Amara.”, she said to herself, oblivious that her own feet were part of the problem. After massaging her left sole for a bit, she switched legs, bringing up her right foot.
Katie felt and heard a loud vibration reverberate through the boot. It was the sound of the zipper being undone. The sole of the shoe was pulled away from her view as the boot was pulled off. It had become so wet and humid inside that the mouth of the boot formed a suction which Priya had to forcibly pull from to free her foot. The foot popped up with a loud, wet “thwock” which created a noticeable change in air pressure on Katie. The boot was placed on the floor below, and the foot swung through the air rapidly, blasting Katie with much needed cold dry air and giving her a view of her location – a bathroom stall. Her view flipped upside down as Priya brought her right foot up and crossed it in her lap, placing it on her left thigh with the sole facing up at her. For the first time in ages, Priya was looking directly at Katie.
Just as before, Priya repeated the process of relieving her foot. Using her breath, she blew onto her soaked brownish pink sole to help cool it and dry it off. Her breath, which had a strong hint of fruity mixture and alcohol, engulfed Katie. Normally this would have been gross, but the slightly pungent smell of her warm, humid breath mixed with her alcoholic drink was a much desired change from the incredibly strong stench and taste of both Priya and her sister’s foot sweat that Katie had endured for the last several hours. Staring up at Priya’s puckered lips, Katie wished she could get sucked into them. Then she caught herself. “Wait, no… I want to return to my old self, not become part of this bitch’s mouth!”
The foot began to shift around as its captor examined it. As noted before, it ached far less than her other foot even though it was looking just as beat up. While shifting around, it became obvious that Priya was sitting over an unflushed toilet as Katie caught a glimpse of her public hair and uncovered hips. The scent of urine wafted up between Priya’s legs. Priya was unconcerned about flushing, she was trying to figure out why her right foot hurt so much less. Then, her eyes widened as she remembered. “Ooooh. Right.” Placing her thumbs over her sole, she pressed them down and began rubbing the spot she had fused the girl at the park to weeks ago. Though not feeling much sensation, pleasant or otherwise, it was a different story for Katie, who was aching badly from the night’s extreme torment. This massage was the single most pleasurable thing she had experienced since becoming trapped.
Priya couldn’t really remember anything about the girl she had taken, as she hadn’t thought much about it since that day. She was white and blonde, perhaps? She recalled how Amara had informed her a few days later that they were right – the process does indeed render the subjects fully conscious. Perhaps it had been a little cruel to just use a random person instead of someone she felt deserved it, but Priya pushed those thoughts out of her head. She thought so highly of herself that she determined that being a passenger, anywhere, on her body, would be an acceptable life. For the first time ever, Priya addressed the girl directly.
“You are certainly taking quite the beating tonight, little one. It seems as though you absorb some of the pain from my foot.” she said, staring intently at her sole and tapping -the- spot. “This could be breakthrough information for my father’s company. I believe you have fulfilled a great purpose in life.” She pressed her giant thumbs into the girl for a few more seconds with a content smile on her face.
Katie could not even think clearly due to being filled with unimaginable rage. A rage which was only mocked as the giant, warm thumbs pleasurably rubbed up and down her frame, giving brief glimpses of her captor’s smiling, content face hover high above her. For whatever reason, this woman seemed to have absolutely no empathy and truly thought her prisoner enjoyed having their life ripped away so her foot could feel slightly better.
The foot flipped over once again and Katie plummeted to the tile below, slamming into it painfully. Its cold temperature shocked her senses. Priya placed the boots back on her feet, wiped herself, flushed, and proceeded back to her date. She was hoping the night would end in a hookup.