Rissa Captured

She awoke slowly. Her head spun in the darkness, as she strained to remember where she was, it was all so foggy.... She opened her eyes, but still only saw black. It was then she felt the cloth tied around her eyes. She tried to reach up, but her arm couldn't move either. She struggled, but quickly found that both her arms and legs were restrained, she could move her feet below the ankle, her fingers and could move her head slightly but that was all. her training fought with her natural urge to panic and the sense of helplessness grew. She slowed her breathing, forcing herself to stay calm and try to remember what had gone wrong.

It had seemed so easy, infiltrate the headquarters of Wilson Aerospace, locate the plans for the new X-99 stealth bomber and make a fabulous amount of profit selling it to China. It wasn't her first time, but this would have been the last payday she ever needed. She had gotten all the way into the secured facilities main servers when things had gone haywire..... The sound of shoes on metal snapped her back to reality.

"Who's there? What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snarled angrily, but was greeted with silence. "You can't do this to me!"

"As a point of fact, I can." she jumped as much as she could, because the voice came from inches away from her right ear. "You just stole plans to a government prototype so above top secret that I can count the number of people outside this building who know about it on two hands and not even reach my thumb. So this leaves me with a few questions, which I'm hoping you can answer."

"I don't know what you mean, this is all a misunderstanding." the lie was smooth and practiced, and sounded utterly sincere.

"Don't bother. We know exactly who you are, Marissa Lee, formerly of the CIA, gone rogue approximately four year ago. Wanted in connection with a dozen high profile thefts both domestically and abroad and now caught in the act of committing high treason. Let's skip the lies shall we? You play ball and maybe I can help you out, you don't? Well, it's not going to be all roses and sunshine for you. Look, I'll extend the first olive branch."

Rissa felt him reach behind her head and slip off the her blindfold, there still wasn't much to see. At least now she could take stock of her situation, and it didn't look good. She was dressed in a pair of short cotton shorts and a t shirt, each with Wilson Aeorspace's logo. She was sitting in something that looked like a dentist's chair, but this one had clearly been modified to keep prisoners. Her wrists where cuffed to the sides of the chair, a thick leather strap held her waist down. Her ankles disappeared into a set of stocks, her toes just visible above it. Another leather strap held her legs down above her knees. She was stuck rather throughly.

"There, see? Much better. Now you're turn. Who told you about the X-99?" She could barely make him out in the dim light. He was tall, she could see that much, maybe six feet. His hair was dark, as was his suit. She couldn't tell much more.

"You took my clothes?" Rissa tried to remain casual and calm. Maybe she could win him over. Marissa was a beautiful woman, a little taller than average, fair skin, blue eyes and raven black hair she was a striking figure. There had been more than one jam that her good looks and charm had helped her escape.

"We had to search you. Where's the copy? We know you download the schematics." he didn't raise his voice or give the slightest sign of anger.

"I can't." she said simply.

"As you wish, the hard way it is." he disappeared out of her sight for a moment, and came back pushing a metal tray, much like one used in an operating room. Rissa turned her head to llok, but whatever was caried on it was covered in cloth. He pushed the cart down by the foot of chair. "Having done the work you have, you must be familiar with numerous forms of torture. This one I've found to be most effective." The cart was down below the stocks now, and Rissa couldn't crane her neck enough to see no matter how much she tried.

She felt his hands on her feet, pulling back her big toes and tying them together. She squirmed as he tied, his gentle touches tickling her toes. She bit her lip and held in the urge to giggle like a school girl. Oh no! she tought. Please don't do this!. Her thoughts raced, but she said nothing. He tied her toes together, then pulled them back, securing the thin rope to an eyelet set on top. By the time he was done her feet were totally helpless, she could only wiggle her untied toes slightly.

He looked down, surveying his handiwork. Rissa had beautiful feet, soft white soles and red painted toe nails. They were clearly regularly pampered, as he short tease of her toes confirmed that they were wildly sensitive. He stroked them again, one finger on each sole ans savored her reaction as her soles quivered as much as they were able.

"Because I'm a nice guy, you got one more chance. Talk." he stroked her soles again, getting a feel of the silky soft skin. Again she bit her lip, and said nothing, trying to force herself to be calm. "Okay, don't say I didn't try and help you out."

Rissa slowed her breathing and tried to focus, there had to be some way out of this! She tried to stretch her neck to see what he was doing down by her feet, but there was just no way to get her head up high enough. As she lay back to try and think she felt then heard the first stroke on her soles. Whap! She felt a stinging pain across the middle of her soles, WHAP! then another, slightly harder. Then again, and again and again over and over.

He watched her soles squirm and twitch as he lashed them repeatedly with the flogger. Over and over the leather thongs struck and spread over her soles. Each stroked measured and precise, striking the same spots again and again. He smiled as he soles began to grow pink. He wasn't striking hard, no, this was just the warm up.

Her toes strained against the rope, she tried to pull her ankles free but nothing gave. She hadn't made a sound, hadn't given him that satisfaction. There had to be a way out, there's always a way. She felt blow after blow strike her soles, and slowly the stinging pain of each one built and blended until it became something more, a burning pain spreading through her feet it grew and grew with each stroke until she wanted to cry out but she bit it back down and stayed silent. Eventually the flogging ceased.

"Not a bad way to start off huh? Not to late to talk." His voice was till casual, friendly even. It made her even angrier. "Nothing? To say? Alright then." She steeled herself for whatever might be coming next, but for several moments nothing happened. Then she felt it, the slap of leather on her right sole. She heard the whoosh of something swinging swiftly then pain exploded on her left foot. She took in an sharp intake of breath and then let it out in a choked gasp when her soles were struck again. This was far worse than before!

He drew his arm back and let fly another blow, the long crop crashing into her soles. Pausing between each blow he let the pain sink in deep before taking another full swing. From her heels to the balls of her feet he struck again again until finally her gasps of pain became a cry. Smiling to himself he continued to beat her soles, thwap pause, thwap pause, thwap pause. Each stroke drawing more of a cry.

"Ah! Ow! No! STOP!" She yelled "STOP!" as he hit her soles harder and harder.

"Are we ready to cooperate? Where is the copy, and who are your accomplices?"

Rissa thought long and hard, the pain in her soles was intense and throbbing. She had no idea how many times they had been struck, but the thought of the payday, wealth beyond her wildest dreams, she just needed to find a way out...... She shook her head.

"I had heard that you're an uncooperative one, I'm glad to see that was accurate."

Rissa prepared herself for more pain, but much to her shock something pleasant followed. Was he rubbing her feet? She felt cool oil being poured on her sore feet and being spread all over her tender soles. She sighed softly and lay back, trying to relax. After the pain she had endured such a small kindness felt like heaven. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. It didn't last. Rissa felt a sudden surge of warmth down at her feet that grew an grew and grew. Her eyes flew open and she saw the flicker of a candle coming over the stocks.

He held the flame close, the oil magnifying the heat and spreading it all over her soles. He moved it slowly around her soles, careful not to let it linger in one spot to long and blister her tender skin. He moved it in close just letting the flame kiss her soles or her heels before moving it along. He loved to cause pain to woman's feet, and in this job he'd had more than a few chances to do so, but these were truly his masterpiece.
Rissa screamed at the top of her lungs! Her feet must be on fire, they felt like they were being burnt black!

"No! No please! Please stop!" she begged, but he continued on the heat only growing more intense. She clawed at her wrist restrains, she pulled with all her might at the stocks but she was trapped, helpless. There was no escape. Finally after what seemed like hours to her she cried "I'll tell you, please no more! PLEASE!" He let the flame kiss her heels one last time before pulling the candle away.

"Go on." he said with great interest.

"It's on a USB drive, I managed to slip it into a server rack, behind a loose panel. Third from the bottom on the second row from the back." Tear were in her eyes as she knew her poor feet must be ruined.

"Oh you mean this?" he asked, pulling the drive from his pocket. "We already found that. Thanks for the confirmation."

"What? You already had it?" shock, confusion and pain tinged her voice.

"Oh yes, the whole time."

"Why?" she strained her neck to look at him. "Why do this?"

"Because I enjoy it. There is nothing more beautiful to me than a pair of perfect feet in pain. Don't worry, I won;t let any permanent harm come to them, after all, tomorrow is a new day." he laughed to himself, raising the candle back to her soles. "And we still have the matter of your accomplices to discuss."