S2-ENF-030 - FREE

“So,” said Dr. Angela Sharpe, severely. She’d just returned to the office, after some long and interesting experiences in the alternate dimension to which Dr. Blithe had sent her all the way back in S2-ENF-007, and she was eager to get back in charge. “That settles that, then.”

“Yep,” said Emilia. “Thessaly is back in custody. We worked out Felicity was the spy who let her go, and we decided to give Agent Scilly a permanent job with the Foundation. Isn’t that right, Scilly?”

“Mmph,” said Scilly. She was on her hands and knees in front of Emilia’s office chair, with Emilia’s feet resting on her back. She was stark naked except for novelty cat ears and a pink collar with her FBI special agent ID card dangling from the front. A pair of Emilia’s worn panties had been jammed into her mouth. Her bottom was striped red from that morning’s public whipping, which Emilia had delivered by the side of a canal in Venice, Italy before a mob of curious fisherman, and her tits and pussy had been anointed with incredibly powerful tickle ointment from the Sector Three defence lab, making her struggle to control her squirming as thousands of tiny pixie fingers danced across her most sensitive spots. “Mmmmpph…”

“No more wiggling! That’s a good girl. Anyway, it’s a good thing their little device didn’t work, or we’d all have been in very serious trouble. Every last woman in the Foundation, designated a permanent cosmic bullying target! I shudder to think of what kind of attention that could have attracted.” She picked up the curious shiny scientific device, which sat on the desk in front of her, and started idly toying with it. “Can you imagine? Melissa’s theory is that every alien in the galaxy would invade Earth just to mess with us.”

“Glad we dodged that bullet,” Angela said, as a little light on the side of the device started blinking. “Hey, what’s that?”

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The ENF Foundation, across all of its research facilities, employed well over a hundred thousand female staff. This meant the aliens had to be efficient.

“Why did I invent this?” howled Thessaly. She had been jammed into a large cube of transparent plastic, about 10 feet long in every direction, which was packed to capacity with naked women. The breasts, bottoms and pussies of all the women had been coated with extremely powerful tickle ointment, causing them to wiggle and squirm against each other as they pressed their naked curves against the walls, delighting the curious tourists who gathered around to watch. One such cube had been erected in the middle of every major city on the globe. This one sat in Time Square. “This is awful! Eeehahahaha!”

“Your milkshake, sir,” said Carol Song, a few blocks away. Like many of the other Artemis security officers, she had been assigned to serve a double shift as a waitress in a randomly selected Earth restaurant. Naked, of course. The handsome young man in the booth grinned at her as she stood there, sweating and furious, body gleaming in the fluorescent lights of the all-night diner, nude from top to toe except for rollerblades and red-and-white-striped ankle socks, and said “Pour it over your tits.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” whimpered Thelma Pinkley, secured in a pillory on the grass at Central Park, plump pink body jiggling pleasantly, heavy breasts swaying as she flinched away from the stinging impact of the paddle. “May I please have another?”

“And that’s why Foundation girls are objectively the silliest little losers of all time,” said Angela Sharpe, biting her lip as the camera panned mercilessly down her slender ballerina figure. She’d been assigned the important responsibility of presenting the nightly news. With no clothes on, of course. “Now, over to Penelope Khan with the weather…”

And, somewhere near Broadway, Emilia Lucent and Melissa Cifuentes did the thing they least wanted to do of all the things in the entire world. They’d been given the worst, most humiliating punishment the aliens had been able to think of, so humiliating that they’d begged and pleaded to be put in the pillory or **** to present the nightly news naked instead. But the aliens hadn’t relented. The two unlucky damsels had to suffer the most shameful, disgraceful, utterly mortifying forfeit of all time.

They had to do everything Dr. Blithe said.

“Play with her boobies,” Blithe suggested casually, as the two girls went in for another hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss. They despised being **** to make out, of course, since they were such bitter rivals. And they despised especially having to do it naked on a street corner for the whole world to see, while hundreds of pedestrians stopped and pointed and openly gawped and took pictures and laughed at them. But, somehow, this didn’t dissuade Dr. Blithe at all. “Grab her ass. Lick her nipples! Ha ha, yes, that’s it!”

“Dr. Blithe,” whimpered Emilia, as she felt Melissa’s warm tongue descend slowly, mercilessly down the full length of her body, towards its inevitable destination. “This isn’t funny! Don’t make me… no! Stop! OH! OHHHH! Not in front of… AHHHH!”

But he didn’t stop. And neither did Melissa. And, all around the world, over a hundred thousand beautiful and highly intelligent Foundation women, all with red target-shaped marks on their bottoms, were **** to undergo similar humiliating fates. Paraded stark naked through busy streets. Made into serving girls. Obliged to dance nude on stage before laughing audiences. Tied up, spanked, tickled and left to the mercy of the public. They were made into toys for everyone’s entertainment, their tits, asses and pussies on naked display for the entire world to see, and there was absolutely nothing they could do to stop it.

“Well,” said Milder, watching from his office window as three hundred gorgeous lady scientists crawled naked on their hands and knees across Washington, D.C., all of their faces bright red as they were **** to endure the gauntlet of cameras and public shame. “It’s like I always say, Scilly. The truth is out there. Although some of it’s in here, too.”

“Mmff,” said Scilly, sitting on his knee, with no clothes on and her unlucky yellow panties crammed into her mouth. “Mmf.”