Pokegirl FootXtreme

Chapter Three: A Milotic Threat

Summary: Bea and Sonia foot torture Wallace goading him with the possibility of him never seeing his Milotic again.

Bea cranked open Wallace's open mouth and stuffed socks down in them.

Socks drenched with eons of her sweat. She had been running in circles around him a moment before.

He was laying on his back with his arms tied up. Earlier that day, Bea had kicked him in the face so hard he had to rub it and before he could attempt to fight back, she had secured him down.

"Now, suck on those socks while I exhibit my dominance on your face," she said stepping up and crunching down on his nose with one of her feet.

Then she started jumping, making his skull rattle hard as though it had been smacked with a it gave him pain to his nose, cheekbones, and even his teeth started chattering.

Bea did a pirouette onto his chest, then glared down at him, folding her arms. "Hey, you're not sucking on my socks. If you ever want to see Milotic again, you better start."

She had taken his precious Pokeball and had her friend from Alola cart it off.

Wallace still didn't complay.

"Move your jaw!" Bea barked, kicking his chin. "I don't often wear socks, so the fact that I chose to do on this occasion is special. So you should thank me by obeying!"

Wallace couldn't believe he had gotten himself into this mess. He had just come to Galar to show his Milotic some of the awesome water Pokemon this region had to offer. Being cornered by this fighting type gym leader was not in his plans.

Bea harrumphed, then reached upward to clamp his nose between her toes, which made it impossible to breathe….since sweaty socks blocked his mouth.

"If you don't start sucking, you'll run out of air," Bea said, giddily.

Wallace knew she was right, and so he began slurping her sweat off the socks as best as he could. The most horrifying thing he had seen in a long while was when after she had run in circles around him, and yanked the socks off, she flipped them inside out so that they went in on the side soaked with sweat.

Once Bea saw he was complying, she released her toe hold of his nose, then started bouncing around on his stomach causing a tidal wave within.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped still and grinned down at him.

"I'm going to be generous and allow you to rub my soles," she said.

Wallace wanted to protest or at least question how he was expected to do that with his hands tied behind his back, when Sonia jogged over.

"Hey, what's the situation?" she asked.

"We need to untie this loser," Bea said, "so he can massage my feet."

"Why not just make him do that with his tongue?"

"He's sucking on my socks."

"Oh," Sonia said. Then her eyebrows raised. "You wear socks?"

"Only on special occasions. And since he is a water expert, I figured I'd let him get up close and personal with my sweat."

"All right," Sonia said, She walked over to stand at Wallace's head and look down. "I'll add some of my water too."

She spat on his forehead, casuing him to glare at her.

Then she dropped to a sitting position and put her feet on his face, using one to rub the spit all over his forehead, and the other to get dirty foot all around his cheeks and nose. It reeked of scrambled eggs because that was what she had been jogging in, a short trench in Professor Magnolia's garden that she had built for just such a purpose.

"Hold both your feet against his cheeks," Bea instructed.

Sonia did so, then Bea pummeled Wallace's stomach with her fists, presumably to weaken him, before flipping him over. Sonia moved her feet away until his face was down against the pavement, then spressed them against either side of it again.

Bea untied the shoestrings keeping Wallace's wrists bound. They were really tough shoestrings, and even though she never worse what they were intended for, she found them useful for situations such as this.

Then she flipped him back over. And bounced onto his chest, sitting Indian style.

"Reach up and started massaging my feet, loser, or you'll regret it deeply" she said.

He did nothing.

Bea grinned mischieviously. Sonia had shifted her feet to Wallace's forehead, so that one lay down on it, trailing its scrambled egg odor, and the other lay on top of that one.

Bea saw the defiance in Wallace's eyes, and that made her giggle. "Fine, if you want to be that way…"

She dialed on her smartphone, and Lillie's face appeared. "Hey, Bea, what's up?"

"Get ready to go trade Wallace's Milotic away. He's not complying."

"Would anyone really want a Milotic?" Lillie asked, even though she knew perfectly well that if put up for trade, it'd be scooped up lickety split.

"Absolutely," Bea said. She reached out a foot and wiggled her brown toes in front of Wallace's eyes, before retracting it. "So unless some loser complies, be prepared to do it."

Lillie was seen walking along a very busy street. "There's a Trader's Market up ahead," she said. "Want me to go in?"

"Yes, and start announcing when I say so."

Lillie made her way over, and Bea showed Wallace that Lillie was inside.

"Start saying it in ten, nine, eight, seven, six., five...oooh…."

Wallace had finally started massing one of Bea's feet, prettying his fingers between the toes, then shifting it to rub her heel.

"Never mind, don't trade it, he's being a Yamperish boy," Bea said, sighing. "Oh, I love a good foot massage."

While he kept up this work, Sonia crept her toes down his cheeks, even slashing near his ear with one long toenail. It caused him to feel pain but his screech was muffled by the icky perspiration-drenched socks he was forced to suck on.

He stopped massaging Bea's feet, and she lifted a leg, slamming her foot down into his stomach. "Listen, loser, you do not have permission to stop massaging unless I withdraw my feet of my own accord. Unless you want to never see Milotic again."

Wallace nearly whimpered but he clearly could not due to the obstruction in his mouth.

Not wanting to lose Milotic, however, he resumed massaging her feet, though he resented it.

Sonia began playing pit a pat with her feet on his face, tapping one after another and humming to a song from a popular school idol group.

Bea only pulled her feet away from Wallace's hands after half an hour, sighing contentedly. "My feet never felt more relaxed," she said.

Then she and Sonia started dancing on his stomach. Some girls passing on the sidewalk stopped to watch, one of them saying she wanted to do that to her boyfriend next time she was in his apartment.

The crowd dispersed after fifteen minutes though. Sonia and Bea gave an intense performance, sometimes moving their dancing to his face or his legs, sometimes dancing with each other, other times on opposite ends of their captive.

Then when the girls dropped with their butts together on his chest, breathing heavily, Sonia pulled a feather out that had been tucked in her bra between her boobs and placed it in Wallace's right hand.

"Tickle my foot if you want Miloci back," she said.

As he reached for the feather, she withdrew her foot.

"Wait, you haven't really gotten to smell it when it's all sweaty!" Sonia said, standing up. "I can't let you not have that treat! You can tickle afterwards."

With that, she stopped up on his chest then stuck one foot up and waved it over his nose, before rubbing the sweat into his cheeks.

She did this for a couple of minutes, then repeated the process with her other foot.

"I'll take your spot when he begins the tickling," Bea said.

Sonia was delighted with this idea, and once she was satisfied that her sweat had moistened Wallace's face aplently, she dropped down to sit on his chest once more and lifted her foot for him to tickle it. When he didn't, Sonia growled.

"Have you forgotten, already? I need my foot to be tickled with that feather. Lillie could trade your Milotic away if you don't comply."

"She's right," Bea said, grinning. She had taken to stomping on his neck, one foot after the other, making his esophagus feel as though it had been snapped.

He lifted the feather and rose it so that the end could grace the bottom of Sonia's raised foot.

"Ah, that's good, keep going," she said, and soon she began giggling.

"Hope my socks are making you happy," Bea said, before stepping on Wallace's face and scraping her own sweat-stained feet against one side after the other.

Eventually Sonia barked at him to tickle her other foot. She began giggling so loudly that Officer Jenny came over.

"Say, what's going on here?"

"Just torturing a boy with our feet, officer," Bea said, looking super demure.

"Ah, well, that's fine then. But why is her laughter so loud?"

"Tickling," Bea said, pointing to the figure.

"Ah. I've been on my feet all day and could use some tickling."

Officer Jenny ripped off her boots and socks, then took Sonia's place. The orange-haired girl didn't mind, she went to greet Lillie who was approaching as Wallace began tickling Officer Jenny's foot.

"Hey, cutie," Sonia said, hugging her, then reeling back. "Yipes, you're sweating all over."

"I was running in the nearby partk," Lillie said. "I really want my socks to be sucked on by someone."

"I think mine should be done by now," Bea said, cranking Wallace's mouth open and pulling her socks from inside there.

Lillie took her own socks off and carried them over. She sat on Wallace's forehead, prepared to drop her lovely soaked footwear in…

"His breath stinks so much," she observed.

"Well, you know Bea," Lillie said "She rarely uses socks, and when she does, she's thorough."

Lillie was about to drop her own in, when she said, "I wouldn't mind my foot getting licked by his icky tongue."

"Bea encouraged her to pursue this, so Lillie stood up over one of his eyes and stuck the other foot down in his mouth, the top portion facing his tongue.

"Lick, loser, or I'll toss Milotic's Pokeball in the nearby bin."

She pulled the Pokeball out of her pocket and made sure Wallace saw it with his right eye since the left one was under her free foot.

"Hey, I still want my foot tickled," Officer Jenny said, as Wallace had paused in this activity as being frustrated at being

He resumed this activity, not liking his situation, though the tickling at least didn't affect his olfactory or tactile senses, so it could be tolerated if isolated from the other stuff.

Unfortunatley he also had to lick Lillie's foot to keep her from carrying out her threat. And her foot really stank.

He lapped up against it and she closed her eyes. "Yes, slave, keep that up."

He kept lapping the sweat off her foot, quite a bit of toe jam grossing him out.

"Now the other one," Lillie said, removing her right foot and inserting her left one.

He kept doing this, tickling Officer Jenny's feet with the feather and tongue-bathing Lillie's, as Bea and Sonia got on his legs and started jumping like hyperactive Spoink.

A couple of minutes later, Lillie retracted her foot and hopped off. Then she used her foot to push his chin closed.

"Kiss my foot as though she were your girlfriend," she said.

Wallace didn't comply.

"Okay, time to throw Milotic away then!" Lillie said, marching toward the trash can.

"Wait!" Wallace called. "I'll do it."

"You'd better," Lillei said. "I don't let just anyone kiss my foot, you know."

She came back to stand by his head and giggled. "My feet are probably dirtier now, slave."

Then she held it out to his lips and he puckered them up and began smooching.

"Aw, you love my footsie don't you?" Lillie asked, pouting. "That makes me so happy!"

She let him kiss it for another three minute, then standing on the foot that had just gotten snogged, she set her other foot on the bridge of his nose.

"I know you want to kiss this one two, but you can't cheat on my right foot, you know."

Then she stomped down on his nose four times, sending his pain rectors off in haywire, then dropped to her knees, tickling his chin so his mouth dropped open, and dangled her sweat-filled socks over his teeth.

"Remember to turn them inside out," Bea said.

"Oh right, that would be more disgusting," Lillie said, doing exactly that.

Once inside out, the socks went into the cavern that was Wallace's mouth, then Lillie pushed it closed by setting her toes against his chin.

Then Officer Jenny had had enough of her foot being tickled, and put her footwear back on. "This is a stunning foot slave you have here," she said. "But my duty calls. Keep this up."

Then she went on her way while all three girls jumped all over Wallace's body, taking thrills from the sensation of absolutely torturing this guy with their feet.