S-ENF-030 - FREE

Item #: S-ENF-030
Object Designation: Free

Free! Free at last!

Carol's plane cruised west, across the glittering Pacific. She was headed for a well-earned vacation in Hawaii. Two weeks' rest, relaxation, reading books on the beach and frolicking in the surf. Without a single ghost, tentacle monster, memetic plague, dream controller, reality-warping alien or extradimensional horror anywhere in sight.

She took a deep breath, and exhaled. Finally, a moment of peace. Carol loved her work for the Foundation, of course, but it was still good to take a holiday from time to time. And she had a row of seats all to herself. She glanced out the window, looking at the sea, and smiled.

And heard a whisper in her ear.

"Having fun?"

Carol jumped, and bit down the urge to squeal. She looked at the seat next to her, which was still empty, except for a small folded piece of paper. Carol closed her eyes, trying to will the paper to go away, and opened them again.

The paper was still there.

Resigned to her fate, Carol picked it up. She unfolded the paper, to reveal a sketch of a very attractive, strong, fit, curvaceous Asian girl, with short hair, full breasts, round hips and a distinct sexy-lady-wrestler vibe. Sitting in an airplane chair, looking completely relaxed. With no clothes on.

Carol took another deep breath. It was a good time to stay calm.

She closed her eyes, and concentrated very hard for fifteen seconds on the image of a crimson unicorn chasing a purple hippopotamus across the surface of the Moon. Then she grabbed the blanket from the pocket of the seat in front of her and wrapped it around herself, just before the stewardess arrived to offer her a drink.

In the Emotional Physics Laboratory at Foundation Research Facility 1-A, a small electronic device with an attached radar dish began to beep.

"Juice?" said the stewardess, a charming Singaporean woman in a cheongsam, as Carol emitted a small yelp. What was she sitting on? And why was it so cold? She pulled the blanket more tightly around herself, hoping it wasn't too obvious that she was naked underneath, and said "No, thank you."

"Coffee? Tea? Water?"

"Not today."

"Chips? Biscuits? Sandwich? Croissant?"

"You're very kind, but I'm not hungry." The thing she was sitting on was definitely an ice cube, and lodged tight between Carol's ample buttocks. She wiggled and squirmed, but she couldn't get it loose. At least not without exposing her current state of undress.

"Pretzels? Cookies? Wafers? Fresh fruit? Dried fruit? Chocolate?"

"No, thanks."

"Well, you must want something," said the stewardess. "It's complimentary, you know."

"Maybe later! It's fine!"

"Are you all right? You seem to be squirming a lot."

"I'm just... afraid of flying?"

"Oh, you poor thing. I'll stay here and keep you company."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"I'm also... afraid of stewardesses?"

"Weird," the stewardess said. "Oh, well. I'll just leave you with this cup of ice water, then, since you'll probably need it." She filled up a cup, and was putting it down in front of Carol when it seemed somehow to twist in her hand and dump its contents down the front of Carol's blanket, between her breasts.

"EEK!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said the stewardess, as heads turned to see what the commotion was. "Here, let me take that wet blanket away and give you a fresh one."

"NO!"

"Um... why not?"

"Because... um... you've caused enough trouble as it is," said Carol, frostily. "I don't really like blankets, anyway."

"Okay, I'll make a note of that. Passenger not to be provided with any more blankets under any circumstances."

"That's not what I... never mind. Can you just leave?"

Once she'd gone, Carol let out a deep sigh, and started reaching under the blanket to fish out all the errant ice cubes. She'd almost gotten rid of them when she felt the rush of air, and heard Thessaly's voice say "That was awesome." The nut-brown girl was sitting next to her, grinning, one hand possessively stroking Carol's thigh.

"Do you have to do this? Every time I have a moment to myself?"

"I don't do it every time."

"What about last Wednesday?"

"Oh, yeah." Thessaly sniggered. "When you were all alone in your bedroom, having some special Carol time, and I moved you to the middle of Yankee Stadium just as you were about to..."

"Shut up! That's private."

"Not any more. Everyone saw what you were doing, you naughty girl."

With an enormous effort, Carol restrained the impulse to reach out and give Thessaly a slap. She wanted to teach the smirking girl a lesson, but she knew it would only get her in more trouble. She grit her teeth and said, in an even tone, "Can't you just let me to enjoy my holiday?"

"No, but I'll give you a chance. Somewhere on this place," said Thessaly, "is a small golden key. Think of it as your vacation key. I've hidden it. If you can find it by the time the plane lands, in four hours, I'll leave you alone. Maybe I'll hang out with Penelope instead. She's adorable, and I bet all her colleagues at Oxford would love to know how often she plays with herself."

"And if I don't find it?"

"Then you'll be doing a lot of nude sunbathing over the next two weeks."

"Fine. I'm in."

"Great," said Thessaly, and disappeared. She came back for just long enough to say "Let's not make this too easy for you," and vanished again. With Carol's blanket.

Carol looked down at her naked, voluptuous body, now completely exposed to anyone who might happen to wander by, and bit her lip. She covered her nude breasts with her hands, feeling her nipples against her palm, still hardened by the cold water. Okay. This was manageable. All she had to do was get her hands on someone else's clothes, and then...

"Hey!" It was the stewardess before, holding a blanket. "You're naked!"

"I can explain!" Carol reached out for the blanket, but the stewardess snatched it away from her. Heads were turning again. "Can I have that, please?"

"I knew it! I knew nobody's really scared of stewardesses! We're so nice!"

"Yes, okay, but can I please have the blanket?"

"No!" The stewardess whisked it away again. Dozens of people were watching now, climbing over the backs of chairs to get a good look at the commotion. "Blankets are only for clothed people!"

"That doesn't make any..." Carol paused. A gold chain hung around the stewardess's neck, disappearing into her cheongsam. Could it be...

She grabbed the neck of the cheongsam, and ripped the garment away, exposing a nubile Singaporean body clad in only neat black panties and a corresponding bra. The stewardess squealed, and slapped Carol as hard as she could in the face. Carol slapped back, and yelped as the stewardess grabbed her nipple, giving it a vicious twist.

The two women tumbled into the aisle between the seats, heads craning down to see them. Carol, a trained martial artist, had the upper hand, pulling the stewardess' hair and ferreting between her small breasts to yank out the golden chain. She tossed it aside, disappointed. No key there at all. She pinned the stewardess down on the floor, and was trying to work out what to do next when four more stewardesses grabbed her from behind.

The stewardess on the floor, whose name happened to be Lin, climbed to her feet, tugging the blanket tight around herself. "You stripped me," she said, accusingly.

"Er..." said Carol, twisting experimentally in the grip of the other four stewardesses. They really had a good strong hold on her. "I can explain."

"I don't care. Tie her down. She's getting the naughty seat for the rest of the trip."

"Wow," said Thessaly, a few minutes later, turning up again out of the blue. "You're really not making this easy for yourself. The golden key is in the cockpit, by the way."

"It's not over yet."

"Sure it is," said Thessaly, and tickled Carol's thigh. Carol flinched, and tried to squirm away as the other girl's nut-brown fingers crept up across her belly, inching closer to her breasts. She could feel the tingling anticipation in her nipples, just before Thessaly's fingers closed around them. "You're going to look so cute staked out in the sun, Carol. Glistening with oil, tits out for all the boys to see."

"Let me go!" Carol writhed against the cuffs that held her to the chair. She'd been placed in a middle row, up the front, where the stewardesses could keep a close eye on her. Though they didn't seem to have a problem with what Thessaly was doing.

"Two long weeks, Carol. And I'm going to make you hate every single moment of them. Skinny-dipping and hula dancing and tiny little bikinis and leaving you all tied up for the hotel maid, and... wait, what's that smell?"

"Oh my god! Finally!"

"Finally? Finally what?"

"There's no way you can get off this plane, right? Even if you had all the time in the universe?"

"Let me just check," said Thessaly, and spent ten thousand years thinking about it. "No, I can't come up with a way. There's no parachutes on board. I guess with literally infinite time I could build some sort of teleport machine out of the available atoms, but... no, I just tried that and the laws of physics don't allow it to work."

"Great! We thought you might be stupid enough to get on a plane," said Carol, looking pretty smug for someone who was naked and tied up. "So Dr. Emilia rigged up a telepathic signal, something I could use to alert the Foundation even if I didn't have my phone. And we installed sleeping gas dispensers on every plane in America, just in case."

"You did... what?"

"We're the Foundation. We do get some things right, you know."

"Maybe... a mask..." said Thessaly, sounding a little dazed and woozy. "No... absorbed through the skin... already... in my system... can't seem to..." She keeled over, her face planted directly into Carol's lap. Carol would have protested, but she was already out as well.

"Done," said Emilia, in a mobile Foundation command center on a boat speeding across the Pacific. "Now I'll take remote control of the autopilot, and land it on an uninhabited island. We'll remove the target and have it back in the air before anyone notices."

"Wow," said Dr. Blithe, sitting beside her, a note of unaccustomed respect in his voice. "You really are smart."

"Well, duh. I have three PhDs!"

~

Thessaly opened her eyes.

She was in a cell. A containment cell! Her least favorite place on Earth! Mostly because there were no hot nude ladies in containment cells.

The door opened, and Carol walked in. She was grinning, and holding a camera.

Thessaly froze time, intending to pull Carol's pants down and relocate the conversation to somewhere a little bit more interesting, like the middle of Rome. But she couldn't move.

A pair of metal rings encircled her wrists. Two more encircled her ankles. A fifth was clamped around her neck, like a collar. They were a dull black color, each one forged in a single piece with no obvious clasp or lock.

Usually when Thessaly froze time, the laws of physics obligingly bended around her, enabling her to freely move any object she wanted. Like, to take a completely random example, Carol Song's pants. But these rings wouldn't bunch. They were locked in place, immovable. She couldn't get free of them.

She needed to know what was going on.

She let time start up again. Immediately, Carol grinned, and took a snap of her with her camera. Thessaly looked down at herself, and discovered she'd been wrong before.

Right now, there was at least one hot nude lady in a containment cell. Her name was Thessaly.

"EEEEEK STOP DON'T LOOK DON'T LOOK DON'T LOOK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP STOP STOOOP!"

"Wow," said Carol, snapping away gleefully. "What a reaction. I've seen you naked before, you know."

"NO SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP DON'T LOOK!"

"Well, I guess you were sitting on my face at the time. Not the same. Anyway, Thessaly, Dr. Lucent was so kind as to whip up those temporally inert manacles for us. You freeze time, you freeze them. So you can't get away from us."

"STOP LOOKING!" pleaded Thessaly, her hands flying in real time to cover her body. She was a lovely sight. The slim lithe body of an island nymph, green eyes wide in panic, dark curly hair bouncing, small cute breasts tipped with honey-dark nipples, a pert heart-shaped bottom, a neat little bush of dark curls adorning her sex. She tried stopping time, but that only prolonged the embarrassment.

"They never decay, either. It's some new kind of matter we whipped up just for you. Come along, now."

"What do you mean, come along?"

Carol beckoned, and Thessaly's collar pulled her forward. "Telekinetic leash," she explained. "Dr. Blithe's idea."

"This isn't fair," Thessaly wailed, as the manacles on her wrists pulled her hands away from her body and **** her wrists together behind her back. "I'm supposed to win all the time! You're not allowed to... to..."

"To embarrass you?"

"SHUT UP!" cried Thessaly, as the cell door swung open. Behind it stood Emilia, and Penelope, and Dr. Blithe, and all the rest of the Foundation staff, on hand to welcome her back to the containment facility where she belonged. They all had cameras, as well.

Thessaly cringed, her cheeks flaming red as she was made to hop naked through the corridors in front of dozens of amused staff, her small breasts bouncing and her pert bottom wiggling as the sound of giggles and camera flashes followed her through the halls. Carol escorted her to the cafeteria, where a makeshift stage had been set up.

She sat down on a chair, in front of hundreds of appreciative eyes, and patted her knee.

"You've had this coming for a long time, Thessaly."

"NO! NOOO!!"

"Yep."

Thessaly froze time again, and again, desperately searching for a way out. But with the manacles, there was no escape. And freezing time didn't make the embarrassment go away. All it did was trap her in a state of squirming humiliation, feeling her whole body tingle with shame as she gazed at all the mocking faces, for weeks and even months. The same magic that meant she never got bored also meant the shock of embarrassment never wore off.

So eventually she had **** but to bend over Carol's knee, and raise her pretty little bottom in the air. Carol patted her posterior, grinning.

"You've been a bad girl, Thessaly," she said.

"DON'T YOU DARE! IT'S NOT ALLOWED! NO! STOP! OW! OW OW OW OW OW! OW! OW!"

The worst part, Thessaly knew, was that she deserved it. She deserved every second of the very hard, very naked, very public spanking she was getting on her naked bare bottom. And Carol knew it, too.