Foot Fetish

"You know what? I think I've got a new idea for what to do with you. How would you like to be my personal little foot ****?" The redhead made a show of lifting one shapely leg and planting her heel on the desk in front of her. She ran her gloved hands over the heeled rubber boots that encased her legs, putting on a tantalising show for the bound heroine. "Just imagine yourself on your knees at my feet. Your lips planted on my boots. Sucking on my heels. Sniffing my sweaty soles. I could walk all over you and you'd beg me for more. Yes, I think I rather like this idea."

Starlight simply stared blankly ahead as the villain spoke, hearing the words but not comprehending. A foot ****? She had her kinks, everybody does, but feet had never been one of them. In fact she'd never seen anything sexual about them, or footwear for that matter. She didn't know what kind of technology this tube might hold, but the idea of changing her taste like that was almost laughable. Or it would have been, if she could control her lips.

As unlikely as the scenario seemed, the woman seemed supremely confident in the devices abilities. Starlight could only watch through the glass as she worked at a console, illuminated by the screens flickering glow. Her captor caught her gaze, giving a pantomime wink and slowly, deliberately tapping one final key. The tube began to power up immediately, a soft, background thrum starting up and sending tiny vibrations through the glass walls. A moment later they began to darken rapidly until they formed a solid black sheet, cutting her off from the outside world and plunging her into artificial darkness. A few seconds passed and there was an audible click, followed by a faint hiss from above and below her. She could feel a jet of air or some more sinister gas lightly caressing the skin of her face. Hardwired instincts kicked in, her body screaming at her to hold her breath, but her limited control only allowed her to snatch a short gasp.

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her breathing was suddenly thunder to her ears. It was as if she'd been submerged in thick tar, the darkness closed in all around her, becoming more oppressive by the second. The air seemed to heat rapidly, becoming close and humid in seconds, heightening the feels of claustrophobia that had begun to claw the base of her spine. Starlight's lungs burned as she held that short, sharp breath for as long as she could, her body trembling in its bonds. Her brain screamed at her to hold out, but eventually, inevitably, she had to give in. She let out a long, shuddering breath before sucking in another like a swimmer coming up for air. This one felt different, the air was... heavier somehow, with a sweetness that lingered on her tongue.

She began to sweat as the air became hotter and hotter, strands of blonde hair sticking to her damp face. Her suit felt like it had been stuck to her, clinging even more tightly than normal, trapping her body heat and making it even more unbearable. Trapped in darkness, breathing in some unknown substance, she began to lose track of time. There was nothing to see. Nothing to hold onto. She struggled weakly, but her bindings were so tight that she couldn't even generate a sound to break through the oppressive silence that had settled around her like a shroud.

She was gasping soon. Her body felt as though it were on fire, her nerves burning as the gas coursed through her system. Damp hair clung to her face face as she sucked in each wet breath, trying desperately to move her limbs, to clench her fingers. To do anything.

Eventually, she stopped trying. She hung there silently. Spread out with her gaze fixed forwards into the inky darkness by the collar that grasped at her throat. Her eyes were open, but glazed over. Seeing without looking.

It was then that the program began it's real work.