Day 16 - CBT/Footjob - Nier: Automata

“According to your reports,” The commander didn’t look up from her computer screen, “It looks like you defended 9S while he hacked without incident. Excellent work, 2B.”

“Yes, Commander,” 2B frowned. “But defended is a strong word for it, we didn’t see a single enemy, let alone fight one.”

“Well, they were probably too scared of you to engage,” The commander shrugged.

“Commander, 9S-” 2B started, then 9S elbowed her to interrupt.

“What about him?” The commander asked like 9S wasn’t there.

“He did an above-expectation job,” 2B chose her words carefully, making sure not to lead the commander in any way.

“He did what he was expected to, yes. I don’t agree that he did more.” The commander responded tersely. “The expectations for a scanner unit are different from those for a battle unit. The risk is lower for him, the technical performance more forward. If I’m limited with my praise and forward with my criticism of 9S, it’s because most missions assume his success and die on his mistakes. If his name comes up in the recounting of what happened, it is almost always because of his failure.”

“Yes, Commander,” 9S smiled glibly. “Very well put.”

“Regardless, both of you, well done.” The commander saluted. “For the glory of mankind.”

“For the glory of mankind.” They both responded flatly.

***

“I told you.”

9S sat back and kicked his feet, sitting in 2B’s chair as she paced around her stark black and white room. She was tracing a slow, methodical pattern from bookshelf to wall.

“Technically, the commander did-”

“She didn’t,” 9S leaned back in his chair. “She praised ‘both of us’, not me. We agreed beforehand that wouldn’t count.”

“But…” 2B balled her fists. “I did nothing that mission! I didn’t even stand guard, not really. You hacked into the terminal while I sat in the grass nearly a kilometer away and caught butterflies on my fingers!”

“Yeah, I was there,” 9S grinned smugly.

“But she still praised me and not you!” 2B sat down on her bed, frowning.

“Commander doesn’t like me,” 9S kept grinning. “I’d say she doesn’t like any scanner unit, but I’ve actually heard her praise one of the other ones. Granted, it was for fixing her personal terminal…”

“I should never have taken that bet with you,” 2B turned her frown to him. “You cheated.”

“Cheated?” 9S’s grin disappeared. “You’re the one who nearly cheated. You were about to go fishing for her to compliment me before I stopped you.”

“Yes, but…” 2B’s frown deepened.

“You made a bad bet,” 9S went back to smirking. “It happens. I could have warned you that I only take bets I know I’ll win.”

“How exactly do you only pick winning bets?” 2B glanced at him.

“Think of it like this,” 9S slid a little lower in the chair. “You bet me fifty gold that the sun will rise tomorrow morning.”

“Why would I ever take that bet?”

“Because we both know that, realistically, the sun will rise. So fifty gold for fifty gold isn’t fair. Instead of me putting up fifty gold, I put up something like… fifty million.” 9S tilted his head toward her. “You’d be pretty dumb not to take that, right?”

“I… guess?” 2B shrugged. “Fifty gold is not that much, and there is always a chance for some kind of eclipse, or other strange occurrence.”

“See, there’s the trick,” 9S made a gesture like he was rubbing a pair of coins together. “You’re dumb not to take the bet because of how much you potentially miss out on. Meanwhile, I get a free fifty gold.”

“Until the day the sun doesn’t rise,” 2B smirked. “Or until the day I steal my money back.”

“Until,” 9S said in an artificially whimsical voice, “But I knew that the commander praising me and not you was about as likely as the sun not rising, so I offered the bet.”

“You bet stupidly.” 2B stood back up, “Wouldn’t it be better to bet a logical amount on a controlled outcome.”

“You say I bet stupidly,” 9S stood up with her and stole her spot on the bed. “Good luck finding somebody who will accept a logical amount for a controlled outcome. That’s a recipe for getting ripped off.”

“As opposed to you, who thinks you are the one doing the ripping off,” 2B countered. She turned to 9S and scowled when she saw him on her bed, but she sat in her chair without commenting on it.

“If I only think I’m the one doing the ripping off, how come I just ripped you off?” He asked smugly.

“Because I didn’t know the actual context of the bet,” 2B admitted sheepishly. “I misjudged the commander.”

“Sounds like the outcome wasn’t as controlled as you thought.”

“No,” She rose, clearly remembering that her chair wasn’t good for sitting in and realizing why he’d gotten up. “Though I didn’t bet much.”

“Hey, we agreed you have to do whatever I want,” 9S propped himself up on his elbows. “That’s not nothing.”

“If you’re going to command me to break the rules or throw myself out of the airlock, I will simply refuse to obey,” 2B frowned. “Otherwise, I doubt anything in your perverted little mind will really phase me.”

“Funny you say perverted,” 9S grinned ear to ear. “Because I’ve been watching some human media recently.”

“Oh… shit…” 2B grimaced. “I had worried this would be your request.”

“Now, I don’t want you to go thinking I’ve been fantasizing about this or anything-” 9S started, then stared at her. “What exactly are you doing?”

2B looked up. She had been unfastening her skirt and pulling down her stockings. Her headband had been slipped from her porcelain-white hair. Her blindfold was off and her icy blue eyes were suddenly frightening in how intense and how cold they were. He took his blindfold off too, but if his navy eyes were anywhere near as intimidating, she didn’t show it.

“I was under the impression your request was going to be… carnal…” She responded uncertainly.

“I mean… it kinda is…” 9S looked away. “But not like… that kind of carnal…”

“You do realize it is within your capability to request copulation,” 2B explained casually. “And not outside of reason. Scanner units and battle units are compatible. It has happened before.”

“Right, but… let me put it like this,” 9S grinned in a slightly skeevy way. “For one thing, that sounds like a lot of effort.”

“A lot of…” 2B rolled the words on her tongue, seeming to decide they were sour by the way her face went cold and hard. “You ass.”

“Aaaand,” 9S really snuggled into the sheets as he drew out his words. “Since you’re the one getting all the attention from the commander, I figured it should be something where I could really just lay back, relax, let you do all of the work.”

“I see,” 2B’s face seemed to get even colder. 9S was worried he was pushing his luck. “What did you have in mind?”

“First of all, could you call me something like ‘master’ while we’re doing this?” He pushed it further.

“Either that is your request, or the act you want me to perform is your request,” 2B’s lips curled into a slight sneer. “I’m not going to do both.”

“Fine, fine.” He shrugged. “So there was this one human video I saw… Where the guy was laying down, and the girl was standing over him…”

“On the bed?” 2B asked annoyedly.

“On the floor actually, but I think the bed will work too.” 9S glanced at her casually. “You’ll probably want to take off your heels, though.”

“I was going to, anyway,” 2B answered as she sat back down in the chair and unzipped the long zippers that held up her stocking heels. “I’m not standing on my bed in them.”

“Well, I don’t want you standing on anything else in them either,” 9S chuckled.

She looked at him in bewilderment before fully removing both. Her legs were long and toned with wiry muscle, round in the thighs but tight in the ankles and calves. She was even paler where her stockings covered, though this was mechanical and not a real tan, and palest of all were her feet. Long and thin, hairless and delicately feminine. Her thighs were thick enough that her stockings normally dug into their smooth, pearly flesh. Now that they were off, a red mark remained in the pattern of the frilly fabric. Like a signature.

“I’m assuming I should be naked,” 2B gave him a slightly bemused look, “Should I remove the rest of my clothing before we start, or is there a specific way you want it?”

“Actually, the woman in the video kept most of her clothing on,” 9S shrugged, “But I wouldn’t mind you taking-”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” 2B climbed up onto the bed without removing anything else. “If my orders are to recreate this… video… with you, then we’ll recreate it with accuracy.”

“Aw, you don’t have to be like that,” 9S teased.

“No, I could be much worse,” 2B looked at him flatly. It seemed like any anger was mostly just stubbornness at this point. She wasn’t going to welch on honoring the bet, but she wasn’t going to go an inch further than she had to. “What happened in the video?

“Well, in the video…” 9S suddenly felt sheepish about it. Realistically, anything he said after having turned down outright sex was going to sound weird and peevish, but what he wanted felt a whole lot stranger than half of what she was probably thinking. “The girl… stepped on the guy.”

2B paused for a long moment, not saying anything. Looking down at him with eyes unblinking, just as cold as actual glaciers would have been. They flickered just slightly as she seemed to bounce between mild humor, genuine annoyance, and judgementality. When she finally spoke, the tiniest hint of a sardonic smile had crept to her thick, round lips.

“You want me to… step on you?” She definitely made it sound like an imposition, even if the idea seemed to amuse her more than anger her.

“Well,” 9S blushed and couldn’t quite hold her gaze. “In the video… the girl steps in a bunch of different places… The guy’s face… his chest… his crotch… I thought it was some kind of humiliation thing at first… and that’s probably still part of it… but the guy… had an orgasm.”

“The man achieved climax from a woman stepping on him?” 2B raised one eyebrow so slowly that he could have sworn he heard individual gears turning to lift it. Her smile became almost condescending. “And instead of assuming that this human had a screw loose somewhere, you concluded that it would be a pleasurable act you also wanted to try?”

“Well, I was kinda shocked,” 9S admitted, fidgeting with the sheets. “I assumed it was just that the guy was weird, or something. I thought I’d just forget about it… but then… I kept noticing people’s feet.”

For a second, 2B’s face screwed up as she contemplated something.

“I didn’t know I was having my feet… ogled.” She said finally, almost cautiously.

“It wasn’t just you it was-”

“Shut up,” 2B scowled. “Part of me feels… nonplussed about it. I don’t consider my feet an inappropriate place for somebody to stare. But another part of me… knowing that somebody might get sexual gratification from seeing them… I think I’d prefer somebody to admit they had been staring at my breasts.”

“It wasn’t just you,” 9S admitted for the second time. “Ever since I watched the video, any time I would see you or another battle unit - even the commander - walking around with bare feet… or one of the resistance members taking their boots off after scouting…”

“You’re disgusting,” 2B said without any real conviction.

“And I’d think about what kind of feet would feel better or worse.” 9S continued. “Like… was he getting off because her feet were rough and strong, or because they were soft and feminine? I went back to watch the video, but it was too low-res to be sure.”

“How exactly can feet be feminine or masculine?” 2B narrowed her eyes.

“See, I didn’t think it was possible until I watched the video.” 9S couldn’t stop himself. “But your feet are small, they look soft. They don’t get dirty, they don’t grow hair. The bottoms of them are even this sort of… lewd pink.”

Once more, several different emotions played out on 2B’s face. She truly looked like even the teasing was slipping out of her grasp. His request and his explanation were either so truly beyond the pale she had nothing to add to them, or she was genuinely just tired of trying to make sense of what he was talking about.

“So, let me get this straight,” 2B finally said. “If you find this unpleasant, you intend to seek out somebody with large, rough, dirty, and hairy feet without pink bottoms in order to get contrast?”

“What? No!” 9S sputtered. “It’s not like I’m suddenly attracted to feet instead of people! If I’m not attracted to the person, I don’t want to see or feel their feet. It’s just that… if I’m attracted to somebody… I wonder what their feet are like. And if I see them… I can’t stop thinking about the video.”

“That you are attracted to me being implicit here,” 2B teased only casually.

“Well, yeah,” 9S shrugged it off. “You didn’t seem too bothered about the idea that I was going to request copulation.”

2B blushed just slightly and scowled.

“I could be much meaner about this,” She responded icily.

“Well, that might be additive.” 9S grinned in a way that made her blush more. “The woman in the video was saying a lot of really nasty things about the guy while she was doing it.”

“Then it is a humiliation thing,” 2B re-folded her arms.

“Only partially, I think.” 9S frowned. “I can stand being humiliated, even insulted. But I don’t… fantasize about that part of it. Whether you want to do it or not… I guess that’s up to you.”

She looked at him hesitantly for a minute, then sighed.

“I am going to make you choose.” She said, more boredly than coldly.

“Then I guess… a little bit is fine, just not too much.” 9S chewed the inside of his cheek. “I don’t want you to try to make me cry or anything, but if you were a little mean… I kinda like you bossing me around.”

The iciness of her expression slipped for a second and her blush deepened. More to take away from her own embarrassment than anything else, 2B stepped forward and planted one of her feet heel-first in the center of his chest, toes resting just above the collar of his shirt. She pushed him gently but firmly down into the bedding, leaning forward and sneering.

“So if I were to call you lower than a worm,” She half-asked and half-stated, “Suggest that you were a deviant and a masochist-”

9S opened his mouth to respond, but what came out was a breathy, weak, far more aroused than he’d intended squeak. 2B’s face froze as did his. Then she pushed down with her heel much more firmly, painfully grinding it against his chest as she drove him into the mattress.

“I’m warning you now, if you spill so much as a drop of your pathetic semen on my mattress-” She started a genuine threat, but it only seemed to make his face contort more in pleasure. She lifted her foot just slightly, holding it an inch away from his chest.

“You’ll what?” He asked brattily.

“I’ll put my shoes back on and walk out of the room if you don’t promise you’ll avoid making a mess,” She responded almost completely without emotion.

“I’ll try not to,” 9S backed down immediately. “But if an accident happens-”

“Pray that it does not.” Her voice was still without emotion, but she let the semi-sadistic smile creep back over her face.

He reached out and grabbed her foot by the ankle with both hands, pulling it over toward his face gently. When it was hovering over, he lifted his neck just enough to kiss the bottom of her sole, planting a few pecks before he extended his tongue. Her feet were one of the areas not designed to release the tangy, fruit-tinged artificial sweat that their bodies could produce, so her skin tasted like leather and silicone. As he slid his tongue up her arc and toward her toes, 2B pressed her foot down onto his face hard enough to pin him in place and send (fake) blood rushing to his head. He squirmed a bit in place, grabbing her ankle again to try to lift her foot away. He could feel pressure building in his crotch.

“Your kisses felt nice, but your tongue is ticklish.” She commented coldly. “I didn’t give you permission to lick a ticklish area.”

She ground her heel into his lips, turning her foot left and right and making his mouth smart like he’d been punched. 9S tried to vocalize that he was sorry, but couldn’t get it out. The head rush was much stronger than he’d anticipated. The head of his cock felt like it had electricity coursing through it, and he wasn’t even hard yet.

“You said she stepped on his face in the video, yes?” 2B finally lifted her foot enough for him to talk, but her voice came a little uncertainly.

“Yeah, but mostly she wanted him to… ‘worship’ her feet.” 9S admitted.

“Worship?”

“Like I was doing,” 9S kissed her foot again. “Kissing it, licking it clean, sucking on her toes-”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said your tongue was ticklish, I don’t like it.” 2B said apathetically. “And my feet aren’t dirty.”

“Right, but it’s the spirit of-” 9S started, but 2B pushed her big toe against his lips and he let it slip in. She looked down her long, pale leg at him, over the curve of her knee and the round gleam of her thigh. Under her skirt, looking between her legs, he could roughly make out the shape of her pussy through the fabric. He wished he hadn’t told her she could keep her clothes on, but there was also something exciting about it. 9S slid out of his pants and tossed them onto the floor. The feeling of being exposed while she wasn’t was weirdly additive.

“Hm,” 2B glanced down at his crotch, then pulled her toe from his mouth and allowed him to take off his shirt. “I’m not surprised you’re getting aroused from this.”

“I’m a little surprised-” 9S started before she stepped firmly into his face again, then pulled her foot away and planted it back in the center of his chest. Pale toes drumming against equally white, hairless skin.

“I’m not surprised you in particular would be getting aroused from this,” 2B added more coldly. “The question is if you’re enough of a masochist that it’s going to make you cum. If so, you really are a rotten pervert, you know?”

9S gave a gentle, protesting gasp in his throat, his cock continuing to get hard. She could definitely see it, and she made a point to grind her heel painfully into the hollow of his chest, watching his dick twitch as she did, her scowl turning up slightly at the corners with truly sadistic humor. 2B lifted her foot for a moment and traced her wet big toe around one of his nipples and then the other, playing softly for just a moment before stomping down on his stomach hard enough to make his eyes go wide. He curled up and coughed.

“Sorry,” 2B’s sadistic smile dropped off instantly. “I’m not sure how hard I should be going.”

“No stomping!” 9S swallowed a gag and shuddered. He’d suspected his cock would have wilted a bit from the pain, but it hadn’t. He decided not to draw attention to it. “You’re strong enough to kill me, you know.”

“That’s exactly why I’m unsure how much **** I should and shouldn’t be using.” 2B didn’t apologize, didn’t look apologetic, just looked like she was waiting for an answer and all his coughing and wincing was making her wait longer.

“The weight you’re putting on me, the grinding your heel, those are both fine,” 9S finally straightened out, flinching a bit as she lifted her foot again. “Just… not stomping or no kicking. At least not hard. Weight and impact are two different things.”

“So you’re okay on heavy weight,” 2B pressed down on his chest with her heel hard enough to compress him down into the bed and make it hard to breathe. Then she lifted her foot and stamped just lightly, making his heart and his cock both jump. “But only light impact.”

“Yeah, those were both about perfect,” 9S replied dreamily.

She didn’t wait, pushing down on his stomach with her foot until his belly was concave and his ribs were showing, making him grip the sheet with both hands as he struggled to breathe. 9S’s cock kept twitching and jumping in excitement, a little drip of clear precum drooling onto his stomach. He gave a gasping, pathetic whimper that made 2B’s sadistic smile come back. It genuinely scared him, made him think she was just waiting for the right moment to do something that really hurt him as a kind of **** for putting her through this. 9S grabbed one of her small pillows and pressed it over his face, biting into it and moaning through it.

As soon as he did, the pressure lifted from his stomach and she picked the pillow away from his face by pinching it between her toes. 2B flicked it over to the other side of the room with a quick, terrifying kick, then returned her foot to hovering just over his face with complete frozen control. Like she was reminding him what she could do.

“Don’t do that again,” She said icily, “Hearing your reactions are the part of this that I find fun.”

“You’re… really scaring me,” 9S admitted. “I think you’re enjoying this too much.”

“I’m surprised I’m enjoying this at all,” She pressed her foot down toward his face until he kissed it. “But this seems like a pretty fitting way to handle copulation with somebody like you.”

“Gee, thanks-” 9S started and propped himself up on his elbows as she removed her foot, then gasped and grabbed the sheets again. 2B was pressing down on his cock with the sole of her foot, crushing it down into his crotch while her big toe tapped boredly on his head. It felt like she was squeezing every drop of blood in his body into the tip of his penis.

“Scanner-Battle relations naturally occur if you work together long enough, scanners naturally have a high libido since they’re assumed to be first up for reproductive duty,” 2B opined casually, not even looking at him or what she was doing. “I was really starting to wonder how I was going to stomach it. Not the sex, but your pathetic little kicked-puppy eyes every time you wanted some. But I guess if I can just push you to the ground and do this every time you get on my nerves, that will make dealing with you in the field all the easier.”

2B rolled her foot, moving the pressure from the sole into the arch, then pressing her heel down firmly into his balls. 9S cried out, his face contorting in discomfort. Sexual pain and sexual pleasure were much… MUCH more closely linked than he’d anticipated. The feeling was exactly like getting kicked in the nuts, but played out with him fully hard and with the pressure coming from 2B’s warm foot consistently pressing down into them, the pain seemed to radiate up into the tip of his cock, making him throb and leak harder. He was about to beg her to stop, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Either because it hurt too much to make the words, or because he didn’t actually want it to. Probably bits of both.

“Though I’m still somewhat put off by the thought that you’re going to be staring at my feet from now on,” 2B lifted her foot and then drove down firmly with the sole against the head of his cock. The feeling was right on the border of pain, she was using just enough **** for it to not be wholly pleasant, but she’d taken great care not to impact his balls. As she started rubbing up and down his dick with her sole, she leaned forward a bit and crossed her arms. “I wonder if this is going to get all the curiosity out of your system, or if it’s just going to make things much worse.”

9S tried to answer her, but as soon as he opened his mouth, 2B rotated her heel back down onto his balls. Pressing even harder this time, but only just by a tiny amount. It was still enough for him to feel. His balls throbbing in discomfort, trying to pull away, his hips wiggling to try to get away. The more he tried to get free, the harder she pressed. There were tears in his eyes. She rotated the pressure forward and he gave a shaky gasp, she went back to stroking back and forth, then pressing his head down with her sole.

He was getting close. With a pang of shame but also incredible giddiness, 9S realized that he absolutely could and would cum from this. The guy from the video hadn’t been a freak, though if he’d had a screw in his head loose, it was one that 9S also had. This was heaven exactly because of its closeness to hell. Something nicer and softer would have been far less exciting.

“You’re leaking more than I expected,” 2B commented idly, lifting her foot to smear her sole with his precum and then going back to rubbing with her now slick foot. “You really are a hopeless masochist, aren’t you?”

“2B!” His voice was a ****, almost girly whine. “I’m! I’m-”

“You’re totally going to cum from this,” Her sadistic smile was nearly ear to ear, “You’re going to spray all over your own stomach just from me stepping on it. You’re throbbing so hard it might be any second now.”

9S’s eyes shot fully open and he grabbed handfuls of the blanket below him. As he opened his mouth and let out a creaking, pained moan, 2B rotated on her heel far harder and faster than before and brought it down on his balls with yet more ****. His cock was pushed upward by her pressing and he cried out, but as he did his body gave a full-frame shudder. His cock throbbed in both pain and ecstasy and the first jet of his orgasm fired up into the air, nearly past 2B’s waist, arcing in both their visions and mostly landing up into his own face. 9S sputtered and tried to blink it away, moving his hands quickly up from the blanket to block his face from more. As he did he could feel 2B grinding her heel, seemingly squeezing his balls for every drop inside. Still shuddering, gasping, he felt each successive spray land on his chest, his stomach, his groin. There was a raw, tweaked-nerve ache to the release. A painful electrical crackling from his balls to the tip of his penis, then back down into his groin and his stomach.

As soon as it was done and 2B lifted her foot away, 9S bent nearly double, covering his crotch with both hands and muttering raspy noises of pain, even as he felt a few twitching aftershocks and dribbles from his orgasm. 2B stepped down off of the bed and watched him with an expression like she had just finished pinning a live animal down for dissection, also just with the faintest hint of a smile. When he finally managed to get under control enough to straighten up, he could feel his cum trickling down off of his body. He could taste himself.

There was a wet spot almost like a 9S-shaped outline where his torso had been on the bed, he winced. He needn’t have been worried about it leaking off of him as he rose, he had sprayed practically everywhere.

“Don’t even bother getting up,” 2B commented with a deceiving lack of emotion as she zipped one boot back on, planted the sharp black stiletto heel in his chest, and pushed him back against the blanket.

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