Agent Rissa Captured, Part 2


He had made her scream with that horrible candle until she named every contact she knew, and everyone they knew. It hadn't mattered, he knew them all. There was nothing she could say to make him stop roasting her soles, no matter how much she begged. After what felt like an eternity he finally blew out the candles and left the room, without another word to her. The staff doctor checked her out before two guards came to carry her to her cell.

Rissa was shocked by her cell, it was more like a small apartment than a prison. It even had a private toilet and shower. She barely had time to take it all in before she passed out from her exhausting ordeal. She slept soundly, and when she awoke her feet were beyond sore. She barely had time to eat the simple breakfast they provided and shower before she was taken to the interrogation room again. She was strapped down to the cruel chair, bound at the wrists, waist and knees and her feet again locked in the stocks with her toes tied back. She was rendered helpless once again, and left in the dark room to await her fate.

"Good morning Sunshine." came the cheery voice of her mysterious tormenter. He had entered silently and was already next to her.

"What do you want from me? I told you everything, everything I know!"

"I know you did, you were a very good girl. Problem is, you've been a very bad girl for a very long time. For years you've lined your pockets selling our secrets, and frankly Marissa Lee, if it were up to the law you'd have been shot for treason. Fortunately for us both, no court on Earth is ever going to know about this, because killing you would be a waste of these gorgeous feet. How are they feeling today?" He made his way down to her helpless feet and stroked her tender soles. They were extremely sensitive and she squirmed unconsciously.

"They're just fine." Rissa put on her bravest face but she knew another day like yesterday would make her a sobbing wreck in moments.

"Oh? Well that's good to know." He disappeared for a moment, but returned shoving the cart of torture tools and a wheeled stool. "We'll be here a while, so I think I'll take a seat this time. She could barely make out his shadowy features, but she could tell he was smiling broadly. He left the tray where she could see it, and she saw him reaching for a long thin cane. He took several practice swings, the cane swishing through the air. Rissa cringed at the sound.

He placed the cane across her heels, showing her where he intended to strike. She flinched and shouted at the touch.

"No no no! Please not again! They hurt, they hurt so badly I can't take another day of this, please!" her voice was near panic, eyes wide.

"Well, why didn't you just say so?" He placed the cane back on the tray and began to tickle her feet, using all ten fingers he attacked her hypersensitive soles. Rissa threw her head back and laughed, and laughed and laughed. He tickled her feet for hours, for an eternity, she had no idea. He never stopped, not when it looked ike she was about to pass out, not when she lost control of her bladder, not once, not for anything. By the time he walked away and had the guards remove her to her cell she was a sweaty, exhausted mess. Her throat was so horse she could barely whisper. She sat in her shower trying to wash away the humiliation.

That was the pattern from then on, her feet would be tortured in different ways every day. Some days it was nothing but candles and ice cubes, others they were cropped and caned, once he even used a violet wand and shocked her soles for hours. On the days when they were so sore that she begged, and he made her beg, not to torture her feet he would tickle her mad. Rissa wasn't sure what was worse. For days on end this was her life, no one attempted to take advantage of her, the guard were almost kind to her. Only her feet suffered, but suffer they did.

When she awoke this morning and was taken for her daily session, she knew it would be a rough one. The last two days had been filled with tickling, so there was no way on Earth she was getting out of a painful day. They had even given her a pedicure, somewhat against her will, to ensure her feet were as soft as possible, even with a fresh coat of red polish. It seemed that her torturer really loved the red on her. She was confused when the guards didn't lead her to the usual interrogation room, with that god awful chair she had learned to hate so much. This time she was led to a room with an old world style stocks, somewhat updated. She was again immobilized, though this time sitting up and a well padded bench, her wrists cuffed to the top bar of the stocks after they had closed it down over her ankles. They then tied her big toes together and pulled them back, leaving only a few toes able to wiggle. For the first time she got a good look at her feet while she was restrained, she had to admit, their pedicurist did a good job. She was so busy admiring her feet that she failed to notice when her tormenter opened the door.

"They are quite beautiful, I can't blame you for looking so closely." he said with a smile. Rissa gasped, and actually blushed as she turned her head to look at him. She paused for a moment, realizing this was the first time he was shrouded in the shadows. He was a very ordinary looking man, so incredibly bland that you could walk by him without paying a him one bit of notice. He was maybe 5'10, brown hair, brown eyes, clean shaven and wearing a dark suit with black rimmed glasses. In short, he was the most ordinary man Rissa had ever seen, and that shocked her. The surprise must have reached her face because he smiled at her and laughed.

"Not what you were expecting? Not quite the monster haunting your dreams am I?" he wheeled a stool over and sat down in front of the stocks, facing her and her defenseless feet. "In my line of work, it pays to be able to blend in. There's very little good in someone who is instantly memorable to everyone who seems them. That was your big failing I think, far to beautiful for a clandestine life." Rissa wanted to thank him for the compliment, but all to quickly remembered why she was here and said nothing.

"As you can tell, we're doing things a little differently today. I wanted to show you my face so you know I am being 100% serious today." he leaned down and opened a black briefcase, which Rissa had failed to notice earlier, and withdrew a picture. It was of a tall, Chinese woman in a military uniform. "You of course recognize your contact within Chinese intelligence, Colonel Nguyen. She been quite worried about you, or more likely the plans you were supposed to have delivered. She's put out quite a few feelers in the clandestine world trying to find you."

Rissa again said nothing, having very little to add. She knew that they would be hunting everywhere for her. The Chinese government had giver her a substantial down payment for her services and she had come up short.

"Here's what you're going to do, we let you 'Escape', you contact Colonel Nguyen and lure her to us. You we know everything about, I'm just keeping you here because I'm an evil son of a bitch. She has useful intel and would be a far greater resource, so you get a quiet pardon, a pat on the back and a free pass to walk out of here on unpunished feet. It's the deal of a lifetime, all you have to do is say yes."

"If they find out I sold Colonel Nguyen out they'll kill me! Not just kill me, but take years doing it!"

"That's likely, yes."

"No way! No way in hell!" Rissa glared at him defiantly. What kind of choice was that?

"Well, maybe I can change your mind." He smiled his Devil's grin at her and retrieved something else from his briefcase. "It's amazing how the simplest things in life can be useful in so many situations." He was holding a simple wooden ruler, a foot long and smooth. He began swatting her soles with the ruler, quickly striking her heels repeatedly.

Rissa tried to pull her eyes away, as her feet began to squirm under the swiftly falling stinging blows. Whap whap whap he struck at her feet, the ruler making a pop every time it struck her defenseless heels. She closed her eyes for a time and tried to think of anything else but the constant stinging pain assaulting her feet. She finally opened her eyes and looked down to see the ruler, a blur in the air, strike her heels.

He kept beating her heels with light quick strokes until he noticed how intensely she was watching. He switched then, attacking her soles, striking less quickly but making each blow much harder. She shuddered from the first blow, he light sting on her heels replaced by a much deeper thud. He paused briefly before landing another hard stroke to her right sole, then back again to the left. He alternated back and forth, pausing after each blow to let the pain sink in.

Rissa watched as her feet were beaten, eyes wide. She gasped, sharply as the ruler landed blow after blow, right in the center of her soles. His aim was perfect and he struck the same spot every single time. It hurt, and was getting worse by the second, but she couldn't stop herself from watching. Every time before she hadn't been able to see what was being done to her, this time…it was so different. She gasped again, louder as he landed the hardest stroke yet on her right sole. She could see her poor feet starting to turn pink, she could feel the pain spreading, but she could not stop watching.

His smile grew and he heard her gasps growing more and more pained, as she started with great fixation at her soles being punished. He gave each sole one more hard slap with the ruler and enjoyed watching her try and squirm and flex her soles.

"You know why I love rulers? Totally inconspicuous. No one thinks twice about a bookish looking fellow with a ruler and some paperwork in a briefcase." He slapped each sole hard once again, making Rissa jerk as much as she could in her bonds. He then began rapid fire strokes on the balls of her feet, and she groaned loudly. "Plus they are great for tenderizing some soles, don't you agree?"

"Yes…" she moaned as the balls of her feet were punished.

"I thought you would!" His smile seemed genuine as he worked over the balls of her feet, landing sharp blow after sharp blow, never missing. The fire in her soles was growing, the pain turning from individual sharp stokes to a slowly building fire shooting through her feet. It wouldn't be long before her gasps turned to cries of pain, and they both knew it. He beat the balls of her feet until they were bright pink and he toes were twitching as much as they were able.

He moved back to the arches then, hitting harder and faster than before, not giving her a second to think, as blow after blow assaulted the softest, most helpless part of her feet. The pain grew until finally the first small cry escaped her lips. She tried to bite the next one down but watching it happen, watching her poor beautiful feet be punished with a simple ruler was too much to bear and she cried out again. Then again, then again! Soon she was yelling and whimpering as the pain in her soles began to overwhelm her. She watched, through eyes filling with tears as her soles were beaten mercilessly. He made her howl for several long minutes before pausing to give her a break.

"I see how you watch every stroke, how you can't pull your eyes away from your poor little feet. It's fascinating isn't it? Erotic in a way you never could have imagined." He watched he nod, despite herself. "Even though it's your feet being tortured, even though it's the most horrid thing you've ever been through you just can't stop watching, and part of you doesn't want me to quit does it?"

"No." she choked out, through the tears. He really had her now.

"Good. I can tell you, you'd like it even more from this end, tormenting a beautiful, helpless pair of feet. Making them squirm, just for you. Making her beg, making her offer you anything to stop, but knowing there's not a damn thing in the world to make you quit before you want to. Don't you want that? Don't you want that more than anything in the world?"

"Yes…." she whispered, ashamed as the heat in her loins

"Good. Let's have a little talk about Colonel Nguyen shall we?"