u/MissBrendaT

(An intense belly button fiction I worked on, Thought it might be liked here?)

Amy and Megan had been together for three years, and the spark hadn’t dimmed one bit. Megan met Amy when Amy was teaching one of her palates classes. At twenty-six, they still spent lazy Saturday mornings tangled in the sheets of their sunlit bedroom, trading soft kisses and gentle touches. Megan’s fingers were restless as always, tracing the curve of Amy’s waist, dipping into the hollow of her hip, then skating upward to the soft plane of her stomach. Amy had the perfect hourglass figure and flat stomach. How could she be so lucky?

“You’re so ticklish,” Megan murmured, grinning as Amy squirmed and giggled.

“Only in certain spots,” Amy laughed, trying to bat her girlfriend’s hands away while they watched their show. But Megan became more relentless. She found the edge of Amy’s navel and gave a light, teasing circle with one fingertip.

Amy’s whole body jerked. A sharp, high sound tore out of her, half laugh, half gasp, and she curled in on herself so fast the sheets tangled around her legs.

“Whoa!” Megan’s eyes widened, delighted. “That was… intense.”

Amy’s face flushed. She pressed both hands over her belly button as if shielding it from further assault. “Don’t. Please. I can’t, It’s too much. It feels like it’s right on a nerve or something. I hate how sensitive it is.”

Megan softened, brushing a strand of hair from Amy’s cheek. “It’s kind of adorable, though. The way you react.” She leaned in and kissed her gently.

A bell went off in the ruthless tickler part of Megan's brain at that moment.

“But if it bothers you that much… maybe we should do something about it.”

Amy raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“I know a guy. Sort of. A specialist. Dr. Joseph Page. He’s supposed to be the best with helping people tolerate or overcome… hypersensitivity issues. Navel stuff specifically, apparently. I found him online after the last time you nearly kicked me through the headboard when I poked your deep innie.” Megan’s smile turned sly. “He has an assistant. Lily. Super sweet. We could go Monday. Just an evaluation.”

Amy hesitated, then sighed. The idea of someone actually helping her endure the unbearable sensitivity was tempting. “Fine. But if it’s weird, we’re leaving.”

Dr. Joseph Page’s private clinic was quiet, modern, and discreet. The waiting room smelled faintly of clean linen and something herbal. Joseph himself was thirty-five, tall, with dark hair just starting to silver at the temples and the kind of calm, handsome face that made people trust him immediately. His assistant, Lily, was twenty-two, soft-spoken, with big brown eyes and a gentle smile that put Amy at ease the moment they walked in.

“Amy, right?” Joseph said, voice warm. “Megan filled me in a little. Extreme navel hypersensitivity. We’ll take a look, see what’s going on. Nothing invasive at first.”

They led her into a bright examination room. The table was padded, slightly reclined. Amy changed into a soft open-front gown and lay back. Megan stayed close, holding her hand.

Joseph washed his hands, then carefully parted the gown. “Just going to examine the area. Tell me if it’s too much.”

The moment his fingertip brushed the rim of Amy’s innie, her entire body seized. She yelped, knees jerking upward, her one hand grabbed his and her other reflexively cocered her belly button.

“Easy,” he murmured. “Very reactive. Lily, note that.”

Lily’s soft voice floated over. “Yes, Doctor.”

Joseph tried again, lighter pressure, just a circling motion around the edge. Amy’s breath hitched violently. She twisted, laughing and gasping at the same time, eyes watering.

“I can’t hold still,” she managed. “I’m sorry...it’s just...”

Joseph nodded. “That’s all right. We have something that can help. Lily?”

Lily stepped forward with a small glass of pale amber liquid. “It’s a mild relaxant. You’ll still stay fully conscious, but it will help you relax. It wears off after about an hour. Is that okay?”

Amy looked at Megan, who squeezed her hand and nodded. Amy drank it in three careful swallows.

Warmth spread through her limbs almost immediately. Her arms grew heavy. Her legs sank into the table. Her jaw slackened. She could still see, still hear, still feel every brush of air on her skin...but she couldn’t lift a finger or form a single word. Panic fluttered for a second, then settled into a strange, floaty awareness. She was completely paralyzed.

The doctor smiled rubbing his hands.

Joseph’s voice was calm and instructional. “Perfect. She’s fully responsive neurologically, but motor function is offline. Lily, stand on her right. Hand me the fine probes first.”

Lily passed him a couple of long, slender, rounded end metal instruments. Joseph parted Amy’s gown fully, exposing her soft stomach. He leaned in, studying the tight, very deep innie.

“Watch the technique,” he told Lily. “We start by mapping the depth. Gentle pressure first.”

The cool tip of the probe touched the very center of Amy’s navel. Even through the paralysis she felt the shock of sensation, bright, electric, almost too much. Her mind screamed, but her body stayed perfectly still. Joseph pressed deeper, swirling the tip in slow circles, coaxing the sensitive walls to yield.

“Feel how the tissue gives?” he murmured to Lily. “She’s very deep. We can encourage eversion with controlled suction and digital manipulation.”

Lily’s soft voice answered, “Yes, Doctor.”

Joseph used the tools and took his time gently but firmly prying the innie out. Digging and pulling the edges of the innie up whole pushing the buttom and walls of the innie away with his tools.

Amy was screaming internally. Her body couldn't even tense. She felt everything.

The soft flesh began to rise, the navel was drawn outward into a plump, glistening little outie.

"Lily please hand me the suction cup"

"Of course doctor" Lily said sweetly.

The doctor pressed a very tiny sized suction over the popped out belly button. He sqeezed the the suction until he was satisfied with how engorged the outie belly button had become.

"Lily please hand me the clamp"

Lily quickly passed over a very small styled clamp.

The doctor removed the suction cup and worked with Lily to quickly clamp the popped out belly button into the clamp. The doctor instructed Lily to work fast with him because the belly button would just sink with down on its own after a bit into an innie.

Her belly button was locked in, poking out of the clamp.

“Good,” Joseph said. “Now it will stay engorged and in place while we work.”

Lily’s smaller hands took the control, eyes focused and intent. Joseph’s fingers returned, two of them this time, circling the newly everted navel, then pressing onto the top. He swirled, stroked, and gently pinched the sensitive flesh, teaching as he went.

“See how the tissue responds? We can desensitize over time with controlled stimulation. For now, we map every nerve ending.” He glanced at Lily. “Your turn. Light fingertip circles first. Then firmer.”

Lily’s touch was softer, almost reverent. She traced the rim of Amy’s forced-out navel, then pushed a fingertip into the center and swirled. Amy felt everything, every slow rotation, every careful press. The paralysis held her completely open and still while the two of them worked.

The doctors pulled out feathers and tickled the pulled out belly button.

A few tears formed in Amys eyes. It was overwhelming.

The doctor pulled out a tiny metal rod and gently poked all around the navel.

He instructed his assistant Lily on how to lick it.

The whole time they worked they casually chatted to each other, as if Amy was not even there. The Doctor had such a nonchalant, happy go lucky vibe whole Amy was internally losing her mind.

Megan watched from the side, grinning. She reached over and held Amys limp hand.

Joseph continued the lesson for several long minutes, tools, fingers, more suction. With the help of Lily he had the clamp removed. He raised hos index finger in the air, well over his head, then like some sort of rocket brought it down, jamming it right into the outie, pushing it back in place, into a deep innie.

"Bam! Pardon the loudness, I love doing that part" The doctor said with a chuckle.

Amy went to scream but couldnt. The doctor suddenly jamming his finger into her deep navel would have sent her up to the ceiling but she just laid calmly. The doctor held his finger in place, gently and slowly starting to swirl it.

Amy didn't know if her body was trying to laugh or cry. The doctor was not nesrly finished. He fingered and examined her navel for about 40 minuets until Amy’s navel was thoroughly examined, thoroughly stimulated, and left in a state of aching, sensitivity. Tears rolled down her face.

Only then did he ease off and let the flesh slowly settle and relax.

“We’ll let the agent wear off,” he said quietly. “Then we can discuss a treatment plan. I think we will need multiple sessions. Progressive exposure. She’ll adapt.”

The doctor left the room, smiling to himself.

Lily wiped her instruments with quiet efficiency, glancing once at Amy’s face with soft sympathy. “You did very well,” she whispered, even though Amy couldn’t answer.

Amy floated in the strange, helpless awareness, every nerve in her navel still singing from the prolonged attention. The doctor and his gentle assistant had mapped her most secret, unbearable spot with clinical precision and quiet thoroughness and she had felt every second of it.

When the nerve agent wore off, she clasped her hands over her navel and began to cry hysterically. Megan came over to comfort her.

The experience warped Amys mind because she began to wonder...did she need more of this to help overcome it?

PART 1

Nobody would ever expect that sweet, quiet, Faith Mercer was capable of petty revenge.

That the young girl in her early 20s held special telepathic powers.

Nobody would expect that she was able to manipulate time...to make people feel and experience anything she wanted with the power of her mind...

Long brown hair always tucked behind one ear. Big sweaters. Tote bags with little embroidered books on them. The kind of girlfriend who remembered birthdays, packed snacks for road trips, and listened when you talked about your fantasy football team even though she did not care.

Which is why Nate was absolutely stunned when she didn’t cry after finding out he’d been cheating on her with Vanessa Cole, One of Faiths old best friends.

Faith had distanced herself from Vanessa a while back because Vanessa was always in trouble and never seemed to care. A huge ego cause she never faced any real consequences due to her rich family bailing her out.

Vanessa, the 21 year old spray tanned crop top in winter, always holding an iced coffee even at 11 PM.

Faith found out accidentally seeing a reflection in a bar mirror behind an Instagram story.

Nate had posted a blurry video at Eclipse Lounge.

In the corner reflection, Vanessa sitting on his lap feeding him mozzarella sticks.

Classy.

Faith stared at the screenshot for a long time.

Then she quietly said to herself...

“Oh, that is unfortunate for everybody involved."

Three days later, Faith sat inside a police cruiser beside Officer Daniel Hunt.

Officer Hunt looked exactly like someone named Officer Hunt should look. Clean-cut. Calm voice. Square jaw. The type of cop that somehow ironed his uniform.

Faith found the young 27 year old officer cute.

Faith smiled politely as she adjusted the little “Ride Along Participant” badge clipped to her sweater.

“This is honestly fascinating,” she said.

Hunt glanced at her.

“You say that now. Give it twenty minutes.”

“Oh no,” Faith said. “I think tonight’s going to be very interesting.”

Hunt gave her a tiny side-eye.

Because ten minutes earlier, before they started patrol, Faith had quietly informed him that Vanessa Cole currently had an active warrant for failure to appear. And because Officer Hunt was annoyingly observant, he had also noticed the look on Faith’s face when she said the name.

Not anger.

Not sadness.

Calculation.

Twenty minutes later they spotted Vanessa stumbling out of McGinty’s Bar wearing silver boots and arguing with a bouncer who appeared to be throwing her out for rowdy behavior.

Officer Hunt checked the computer.

“Yep,” he said calmly. “That’s her.”

Faith folded her hands in her lap and a light smirk grew on her face.

Hunt pulled up beside Vanessa and rolled down the window.

“Evening, Vanessa.”

Vanessa froze.

“...Aw, come ON. FUCK.”

"You're under arrest" Officer hunt said as he got out to slap the cuffs on her.

She asked if she could use the restroom first because she really had to go but was declined.

Five minutes later she was in the back seat of the cruiser in handcuffs.

That’s when Faith’s little magical revenge spell kicked in.

Vanessa blinked. Shifted. Crossed her legs. Then uncrossed them.

“Oh God,” she muttered.

Faith looked innocently out the window.

Officer Hunt started driving.

At first Vanessa tried to play it cool.

“Whatever,” she scoffed from the back seat. “I’ll bond out in like an hour.”

“Mm-hm,” Hunt said.

Three minutes passed.

Vanessa shifted again.

“Hey, how far’s the jail?”

“Normally?” Hunt said. “About twelve minutes.”

Vanessa relaxed slightly.

Then Hunt turned the cruiser away from downtown.

Faith tilted her head. “Oh? Wrong turn?”

Hunt sighed dramatically.

“Road construction.”

There was absolutely no road construction though.

Faith bit the inside of her cheek to stop smiling. She was gradually making the urge to pee more and more intense in Vanessa's bladder. All with the power of her mind.

On top of that, she was slowing time, Just for Vanessa.

For every minute driving, it felt like 10 minuets for Vanessa.

Ten more minutes passed.

Vanessa was now fully bouncing one knee.

“Officer, seriously,” she said. “I NEED to pee.”

“We’ll get there soon.”

Faith turned around sympathetically.

“Oh no. Is it bad?”

“Yes, it’s BAD.”

Faith nodded with fake concern.

“That’s terrible.”

Vanessa narrowed her eyes.

Something about Faith’s tone felt… familiar.

Then it hit her.

“WAIT.”

Faith smiled sweetly.

“Hi, Vanessa.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened.

She gasped loudly.

Officer Hunt suddenly became very interested in adjusting the radio so he wouldn’t laugh.

A train crossing came down ahead of them.

The longest train in human history began crawling past.

Vanessa began to seeat a bit, her legs shaking.

“You have GOT to be kidding me.”

Faith leaned toward the window.

“Oh wow. Look at all those cargo cars.”

Officer Hunt coughed into his fist to hide another smile. He and Faith were both on the same page.

By now Vanessa had abandoned all dignity.

She yelled. “Pull over somewhere NOW you fucking pig, This is why nobody likes the fucking cops.”

“Can’t do that while transporting,” Hunt replied professionally. “Policy.”

Vanessa began kicking the back of his seat.

"Hey stop that or your gonna get another charge." Hunt said.

“You know, Officer Hunt, I read somewhere bladder endurance can actually build character.”

Vanessa slammed her head gently against the divider.

“I hate both of you...." she said underwhelming breath.

Then Hunt slowed the cruiser again.

Vanessa gasped. Was the ride finally over?

“Oh thank GOD.”

But instead of parking, Hunt pointed casually out the windshield.

“Ducklings.”

A mother duck was crossing the road with babies behind her.

Faith put a hand over her heart. "Aww"

“Oh my goodness.”

Vanessa looked like she was about to explode.

“You are stopping for ducks?? Just plow them over. Just go!"

Officer Hunt spoke very calmly.

“Public safety is important.”

“You’re ENJOYING this.”

“No ma’am.”

He absolutely was. He and Faith were.

Another ten minutes.

Faith decided to try something new. She imagined tickle fingers digging at Vanessa's sides.

Vanessa's started jerking from side to side, laughing.

"What the fuck ahahhaha, what the fuck is that!"

Both Faith and the Officee acted like they couldn't hear her and continued to drive.

Faith had invisible hands dig into her pits, other hands scratching at the bottom of the soles of her smooth, soft, feet.

Vanessa squealed. She stomped her feet to try and get the scraping on her soles to stop.

She was jerking and flopping around the back seat. She then leaned forward tensing trying to keep her bladder in.

Vanessa thought, if only her hands were not cuffed...Then she could try to fight off the invisible tickling fingers.

Little did she know that wouldnt be possible.

Faith conjured in her mind a man and a woman sitting on either side of Vanessa while she sat in the middle seat cuffed.

They had her sandwiched in the middle and each dug at her sides.

Vanessa had a moxture of scream and crying laughter. Her body kept lunging foreard and slamming back.

Only Faith could see the people tickling her so Vanessa looked crazy.

The 2 invisible ticklers each pulled out feathers and began trailing them on her neck, in and around her ears.

Vanessa's head twisted and turned every which way.

The invisible man tickled firmly with both hands in her groin area.

The invisible woman slid her hand behind Vanessa's back.

She slid her hand down into her pants and pulled with ease Vanessa’spanties up into a very uncomfortable wedgie. .

A very irritating and frustrating feeling. Especially with time slowed, it felt like the stretch of the panties being pulled firmly up took forever.

Faith had the invisible tickling stop to lower her guard.

Vanessa leaned back briefly relieved.

That is when Faith had the woman ticklers hand press her belly button hard with a single finger and then tickles her stomach in general.

Vanessa screamed and then a wet spot began to grow on her pants. It grew and grew going down her legs.

Mascara went down her face, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was from being embarrassed from wetting herself, the tickling, or the rage she felt toward the nonchalant Faith and Officer

Officer Hunt barked out a laugh before catching himself. Faith giggled. Vanessa could definetly hear them and her blood boiled.

Conveniently the jail came into view right after.

When they arrived, Vanessa slid out of the cruiser. Her pants wet and smelling of pee. She left a wet area on the seat.

A female deputy hurried her inside while Vanessa yelled,

“Fuck both of you! I will get you for this!”

Faith watched her disappear through the doors.

Then she leaned back in her seat with a happy sigh.

Officer Hunt looked at her.

“So,” he said. “Feel better?”

Faith considered it.

Then she smiled.

“Honestly? Immensely.”

Hunt nodded approvingly.

“Petty but disciplined. Rare combination.”

“Thank you.”

He started the cruiser again.

“You know,” he said casually, “ride-alongs are open to the public anytime.....”

Faith smiled out the window.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Now Faith began to now plot her next revenge.....Nate had better watch out, She thought to herself.....

PART 2

Faith Mercer had always been good at spotting red flags, but even she didn’t see this one coming.

A text from Vanessa popped up on her phone two weeks after the arrest:

Hey girl, no hard feelings about the other night? Nate’s throwing a sexy costume party at his place this Friday. Super casual, You should come, we can bury the hatchet lol. He misses you.

Faith read it three times, thumb hovering. She knew Vanessa well enough to smell the bullshit. But the part about Nate missing her… that stung in a way she hated. She told herself she was over him. Mostly. Still, curiosity and a quiet desire to prove she wasn’t rattled won out.

She texted back: What time?

Friday night, Faith stood in front of her mirror adjusting the oversized open denim jacket with just a bra on otherwise, almost knee high boots, very, very short jean shorts, and chunky plastic earrings she’d thrown together for an 80s sexy hooker look. She even teased her long brown hair and put on bright blue eyeshadow and dark red lipstick she found at the bottom of a drawer.

When she pulled up to Nate’s house, the driveway was full but the lights inside looked normal. No music thumping. No crowd visible through the windows. She hesitated on the porch for a second before knocking.

Vanessa answered the door in regular clothes, tight black top, jeans, full makeup, and grinned.

“Oh my God, look at you,” she said, voice dripping fake sweetness. “Come in, come in.”

Faith stepped inside and immediately felt the air change. Nate was there on the couch with two of his buddies, all in normal hoodies and jeans. A couple of other girls from Vanessa’s circle stood in the kitchen holding drinks, already smirking.

No one else was in costume.

Faith froze in the middle of the living room.

“Aw, you actually wore one,” Vanessa laughed, pulling out her phone. “That’s adorable. I told you she’d show up dressed like that.”

The room erupted in laughter. Phones came out. Someone whistled.

“Faith, what the hell?” Nate said, chuckling. “You really believed her?”

Nate got up and pulled Vanessa in for a kiss, right in front of Faith.

"Haha You're so hilarious babe", Nate said to her.

Faith’s face burned. She tried to smile like it was funny, but her throat tightened.

Vanessa stepped closer, camera already recording. “Say hi to my followers, Faith! Tell them how much you love 80s night.”

Faith turned to leave, but Vanessa grabbed her sleeve.

“Don’t be so sensitive. It’s just a joke.”

The laughter followed her out the door. By the time she reached her car, her cheeks were wet. She sat behind the wheel for a minute, breathing hard, then drove away before the tears really started.

Officer Daniel Hunt’s phone rang at 10:47 p.m. He was off duty, sitting on his couch in sweatpants, but he answered on the second ring when he saw her name.

“Faith?”

A sniffle. “Hey. Sorry, I know it’s late. I just… I didn’t know who else to call.”

Twenty minutes later he pulled up outside the little 24-hour diner on Maple. Faith was already inside at a corner booth, eyes puffy, mascara smudged, still wearing the slutty 80s outfit. She felt small.

Hunt slid in across from her, wearing a plain gray Henley. No uniform, just the calm square-jawed presence that made people trust him.

“Talk to me,” he said gently.

She told him everything. The text. The fake party. The laughing. How Vanessa recorded the whole thing and said it was already going on her stories. How Nate just sat there and let it happen.

Faith’s voice cracked. “I feel so stupid. I knew better.”

Hunt listened without interrupting, just nodding, occasionally sliding napkins her way. When she finally ran out of words, he reached across and gave her hand a quick, respectful squeeze.

“You’re not stupid. You’re trusting. There’s a difference. And they’re assholes.”

He paused, then added, “Also, Vanessa missed her court date again last week. Failure to appear. I saw the update yesterday.”

Faith looked up, eyes still glassy but something sharper moving behind them.

Hunt leaned back, voice low. “I can pick her up tomorrow if you want. Quietly. No ride-along this time. Just me and a couple guys who owe me favors.”

Faith stared at him for a long moment. A tiny, tired smile broke through.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m gonna.”

The waitress brought them coffee and pie. They sat there for almost an hour. Hunt told her dumb cop stories to make her laugh—about the guy who tried to outrun police on a riding lawnmower, about the woman who filed a noise complaint on her own snoring husband. Faith eventually giggled, wiping her eyes.

By the time they walked out to the parking lot, she felt lighter. Not fixed, but steadier.

Before she got in her car, she turned back to him.

“Daniel?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For listening. And… for the other stuff.”

He gave her that small, professional nod, but his eyes were warm. “Anytime, Faith. Seriously.”

She drove home thinking about a lot of things. About how good it felt to be seen. About how Vanessa had no idea what was coming.

Vanessa was halfway through a cigarette on her parents’ back porch when the unmarked cruiser rolled up the driveway. She recognized Officer Hunt immediately and her stomach dropped.

“Shit,” she muttered, flicking the cigarette into the bushes.

Hunt got out slow, calm as ever, with a stocky Black cop she didn’t know stepping out the passenger side. Officer Trent, according to the nameplate.

“Vanessa Cole,” Hunt called, “got another warrant for you. Failure to appear. Hands where I can see them.”

She laughed, sharp and nervous. “You’ve gotta be kidding. I’m at my parents’ house, man. Come back later.”

Trent moved around the side, cutting off her path to the back door. “Not how this works. Turn around.”

Vanessa bolted.

She made it about ten feet before Trent grabbed her arm. She twisted hard, swinging an elbow that clipped Hunt in the shoulder as he moved in. “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed, kicking wildly. A neighbor’s porch light flicked on.

It took both of them to get her down. She bucked and cursed the whole time until Hunt finally got the cuffs on tight. By the time they hauled her up, she was breathing hard and already shifting from foot to foot.

“I need to pee,” she snapped as they walked her to the car. “Seriously. Like, right now.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you ran,” Trent said mildly.

Back at her apartment, Faith sat cross-legged on her bed in an oversized sweater, the soft teddy bear in her lap. It was an old one —worn brown fur, one eye slightly loose. She’d whispered the connection spell over it the night before, feeling the familiar warm tug in her mind that linked it straight to Vanessa.

She smiled a little when she felt the first distant tug of resistance through the bear. Perfect timing.

In the back of the cruiser, Vanessa suddenly felt something press over her mouth. Not real tape—she could still breathe fine—but it felt like thin, sticky stuff sealing her lips. She tried to yell but it came out muffled and ridiculous.

“Mmmph! What the hell?”

Hunt glanced in the rearview. “You good back there?”

Vanessa glared daggers, trying to shake the phantom tape off. It stayed put.

Faith at the same time had peeled a strip of clear Scotch tape and carefully pressed it over the teddy bear’s stitched mouth. She smoothed it down with her thumb, giggling softly to herself.

The female officer at the small substation, Brenda, took forever patting Vanessa down. She made her stand with her legs apart, running her hands up and down every seam, turning pockets inside out, even removing Vanessa’s chunky rings one by one. Vanessa kept dancing in place, thighs pressed together.

Brenda didn’t rush. “Gotta be thorough. You’d be surprised what people try to sneak in.”

Faith slipped one of her own stretchy worn pink-and-white striped ankle socks, the ones she’d slept in two nights ago, over the teddy bear’s head. She pulled it down snug, covering the fuzzy ears completely.

Vanessa’s vision didn’t go dark, but a thick, fabric-like pressure wrapped around her head and ears, muffling sounds even more. The faint scent of fabric and feet hit her nose and she gagged.

“Ugh, what is that smell?!” she tried to say, but it was only muffled protesting.

Back in the cruiser with Hunt and Trent, the drive to central booking felt endless. They weren’t speeding. They hit every light. Trent even stopped for coffee at a drive-thru.

Vanessa bounced in the seat, the phantom sock still over her head, tape over her mouth. She tried to kick the back of the seat again but Hunt just sighed.

“New charges stacking up nice,” Hunt said to Trent, like they were talking about the weather. “Failure to appear, resisting, battery on a law enforcement officer. Oh, and we found two pills in her jacket. Looks like ecstasy. Lab’ll confirm.”

Trent whistled. “Oh Nice...Nice...That's what i'm talking about. Good night.”

“Yep. Judge isn’t gonna be happy.”

Vanessa tried screaming at them behind the tape, but it came out as a pathetic hum. Then.... invisible fingers started digging under her arms, light and relentless. She jerked hard, laughter bubbling up against her will.

“Mmmph—hahah" She giggled and moaned through her non existent tape gag.

The tickling moved down to her soles. She curled her toes in her boots, trying to escape the scratching, fluttering sensation that wouldn’t quit. Then up to her neck and ears, making her twist and giggle uncontrollably. The sock over her head made the whole thing feel even more humiliating.

Hunt glanced back. “You alright? You’re squirming a lot.”

She wanted to curse them out but the tape held her words in.

At home, Faith grinned, running her nails gently under the bear’s little plush armpits, then dragging them slowly across the stitched soles of its feet. She tickled behind the sock-covered ears and along the neck. Every wiggle of the bear translated straight to Vanessa.

Faith grabbed her headphones and put them over the bears ears. She played the sounds of running water from a stream, tap water dripping, recording sounds of a river into the bears ears.

This only made Vanessa have to go more.

For the finale, she pressed two fingers firmly into the teddy bear’s soft stuffed tummy and held it there, then gave it a little rhythmic poke.

Vanessa’s bladder screamed. The pressure on her stomach was unbearable. She leaned forward as much as the seatbelt allowed, whining behind the tape.

“Please… I’m gonna wet myself again. I can’t hold it.” She tried to say but her mouth could not even open. It just came out as a series of hums.

The officers kept chatting happily up front.

“Intake’s probably backed up tonight,” Trent said. “Might take a while once we get there.”

Hunt nodded. “Good. Gives us time to get all the paperwork nice and neat.”

Vanessa was now losing her shit hearing this. She would demand a supervisor if she could speak.

Intake Officer Marion was an older but beautiful middle aged woman with zero sense of urgency. She had Vanessa standing at the counter for what felt like an hour, asking the same questions three times, typing slowly with two fingers. Every time Vanessa shifted her legs, squatted, bounced up and down, Marion just told her to “hold on dear, All that dancing isn't gonna get yoy out any quicker.”

The tickling had stopped, but the sock and tape sensations lingered, and that awful pressing on her belly kept coming in waves. Vanessa’s face was red, mascara running again, a dark wet spot already forming on her jeans by the time they finally led her toward the holding cells.

She kept thinking about Faith. That quiet, loser girl. Somehow, she knew this was her. All of it.

And Faith, sitting on her bed miles away, gave the teddy bear one last firm belly press before setting it carefully on her pillow.

Vanessa's bladder broke miles away. The flood gates opened.

She whispered to it, “Night night, Vanessa.”

Then she smiled, turned off the lamp, and went to bed.

Faith had turned the teddy bear over to Officer Hunt the next morning with a little smile. “Make sure she stays uncomfortable,” she’d said. Hunt just raised an eyebrow and nodded understanding. He was starting to understand how Faith’s mind worked.

But Nate was the main goal.

Hunt gave the cute plushie little tickles.

Faith texted Nate three days later, keeping it simple: Hey. Been thinking a lot. Maybe we should talk. I miss you. I want to make things right.

Nate, being horny as ever Nate, bit immediately. He invited her over that same night. When she showed up at his apartment in a soft sweater and leggings, looking sweet and a little shy, he actually looked relieved.

“I fucked up bad,” he said, pulling her into a hug. “Vanessa’s crazy. I’m done with her.”

Faith hugged him back, letting her powers brush lightly against his mind—just enough to plant the suggestion that this was all his idea.

“I’ve been thinking about your fantasies,” she whispered against his shoulder. “The ones you told me about late at night. I want to give you one. For real. No strings.”

Nate’s eyes lit up like Christmas. He spilled it all, exactly like she knew he would: a full-body massage, slow edging with hands and mouth, and a bunch of soft female feet all over his face the entire time. The smell, the feel, the teasing. His ultimate dream.

Faith smiled sweetly. “I can make that happen....But you have to wear this first, at least for a week so the anticipation can build even more"

Faith pulled out a chastity cage.

Nate's smile faded. But returned when Faith yanked his pants down and applied the cage. She acted quick before he got a little too excited the cage would not go on....

Nate was already frustrated but turned on.

"Trust me it will make it even better, see you in a week"

Faith said flashing the chastity key and blowing a kiss on her way out.

Over the week She’d found two men in their mid 20s, Zack and Cody on a discreet fetish forum the day before. Both were eager, respectful, and a little starstruck that a cute girl was organizing something like this. They showed up at her place early to go over the plan.

Zack was tall and quiet, always wearing the same beat-up sneakers over socks he claimed hadn’t been changed in nearly three months. He sold them online for decent money.

Cody was shorter, cocky, with a constant grin. He bragged he never wore socks—ever. His feet lived in whatever shoes he had on, all day, every day.

Faith paid them both in cash and laid down the rules: masks on, stay quiet, follow her lead. No touching beyond the feet. They were thrilled to help.

Officer Hunt surprised her by volunteering too. “For backup,” he said with a smile, she caught the amused glint in his eye. He showed up in a plain black mask like the others. They his in a large closet in her room. Trying not to laugh or make sound.

Nate was already naked and face-up on his bed when She’d dimmed the lights and put on soft music. She stripped off all of her close, her naked body crawling up the bed over him and then unlocking his cage made him hard fast. A web of precum moved with the cage as she slowly pulled it away and some precum pooled a bit below his shaft. He was fully pent up after that long week. She put a blindfold over his eyes.

Next She restrained his arms and legs tightly.

She had special resteains to strap his head firmly in place.

Faith crawled back over him once she was sure he was secure.

“Relax,” she murmured, drizzling warm oil over his chest. Her hands worked slow and perfect across his shoulders, down his stomach, teasing lower. She stroked him gently, edging him with her fingers, then leaned down to use her mouth. Slow, warm, torturous.

Nate groaned happily. “God, Faith… this is incredible.”

She kept him right on the edge, never letting him tip over. Swirling the head with her tounge.

Then she gave the signal.

The three masked men slipped out from the hallway closet on quiet feet. Zack, Cody, and Hunt took positions around Nate’s head on the wide bed.

Three sets of feet started rubbing across his face.

Zack went first—pressing those thick, warm, socked soles right over Nate’s nose and mouth. The smell was intense: sharp, built-up from months of wear. Nate moaned loudly, inhaling deep, thinking it was some girl’s perfect foot.

Cody followed, bare and damp from being sockless all day in his boots. His soles were warm, slightly sticky. He dragged them slowly across Nate’s cheeks and forehead.

Hunt, more hesitant but clearly enjoying the pettiness, planted his clean but strong size 12s across Nate’s chin and lips, rubbing lazily.

Nate was in heaven. “Fuck yes… so many soft beautiful womans feet. You got all your friends to do this for me? God I fucking love you Faith. Unreal”

Faith kept stroking him with one hand, her mouth occasionally joining in, while the guys took turns smothering his face. Zack’s heavy socked foot pressed down firmer, grinding a little. Cody wiggled his toes over Nate’s nostrils. Hunt occasionally dragged his big toe across his lips.

Faith leaned close to Nate’s ear. “You like that? All those pretty girls rubbing their soles on you?”

“So much,” he panted, hips bucking into her hand. “Don’t stop.”

She edged him harder now, bringing him right to the brink and backing off again and again. The guys kept the foot play going—rubbing, pressing, occasionally teasing his tongue with their toes when he opened his mouth.

Zack’s months-old socks were clearly getting to him; Nate kept sniffing harder, lost in it. Cody’s bare feet left faint damp prints on his skin. Hunt stayed mostly steady, but Faith saw him smirk behind the mask when Nate whimpered particularly loud. She was glad he was enjoying this even if it was outside his comfort zone.

Faith kept her voice sweet. “You deserve this, baby.”

She pushed him right to the edge one final time, Then when Nate yelled out he was about to blow, pulled her hands and mouth away. The guys kept their feet planted firmly over his face.

Cum shot out handsfree. A big spurt at first but the spurts got less until it was just a sad oozing of cum out of the cock slit.

A perfect ruined orgasm.

Nate groaned in frustration. “Faith… come on, what the fuck...…Are you serious? You stupid bitch...do you not know how to properly finish sucking off a cock?!"

She moved fast. Before he could keep complaining, she slipped the ball gag between his teeth, buckling it snug behind his head. The bright red ball filled his mouth nicely.

“Mmmph!”

Faith patted his cheek sweetly. “Shhh. No more whining.”

Then she reached up and tugged the blindfold off.

Nate’s eyes widened in horror. Three masked men sat around his head on the bed, smirking down at him. Their bare feet and socked soles were still planted lazily across his face and neck. Zack’s thick, socked foot rested heavy over his nose. Cody’s damp, sockless sole smeared across his cheek. Hunt’s strong foot pressed near his chin.

All three of them were smiling behind their masks.

Nate thrashed wildly, yelling muffled curses into the gag. “MMMMMPH! MMMMPH!”

Faith climbed onto the bed with a calm little smile. “Aww, surprised? You wanted girls’ feet so bad. These are even better, trust me.”

She dug her fingers into his ribs without warning. Nate jerked hard, barking laughter exploding behind the gag as he tried to twist away. Her nails skittered up into his armpits, then down his sides, relentless and precise. When he bucked too hard, she shifted lower, scribbling over his hips, inner thighs, and the tops of his feet.

She reached for his cock, now soft quickly from the realization about the men.

Still sensitive though. The rubbed the sensitive cockhead....tickled it lightly with her fingers...continued to suck it again...ran her tounge over the sensitive head.

The guys kept their feet in place, occasionally rubbing them across his face while he laughed and raged.

“Hold his head up a bit,” Faith said softly.

Zack and Cody adjusted, sitting criss-cross on either side. They lifted Nate’s head and shoulders slightly, propping him up with pillows so he had a perfect view down his own body. One foot from each guy still rested casually near his face—Zack’s ripe socked sole hovering by his left cheek, Cody’s bare foot draped near his right.

Nate’s eyes bulged as Faith turned to Officer Hunt. The tall cop had already pulled his mask off. He stood up, stripped off his shirt, and pulled Faith close. She kissed him slow and deep, right there in front of Nate.

That fucking pig.....Nate thought to himself. The one Vanessa hated.

Hunt’s hands slid under her sweater, peeling it off. Faith’s leggings followed. She was breathing faster now, cheeks flushed with excitement and power. Hunt laid her down gently on the bed beside Nate, their bodies close enough that Nate could see every detail.

They kissed passionately. Faith was truly in love with this man. He was in love with her.

Faith looked over at Nate while Hunt positioned himself between her legs. “Watch closely, baby. This is what you lost.”

Hunt entered her smoothly. Faith moaned softly, arching her back as they started moving together. Slow at first, then deeper, more intense. Hunt’s strong body rocked against hers while she gripped his shoulders, gasping with real pleasure.

Nate could only thrash and scream into the gag, tears of frustration and humiliation in his eyes. Zack and Cody kept their feet near his face, occasionally pressing a sole against his cheek or nose when he looked away. The smell of Zack’s socks mixed with Cody’s bare feet filled his nose with every angry breath.

Faith’s moans got louder. She smiled, locked eyes with Nate while Hunt thrust harder, one of her hands reaching over to lightly tickle Nate’s stomach just to make him squirm more.

“You were never enough,” she whispered breathlessly between gasps. “Not even close.”

Hunt leaned down and kissed her again, possessive and hungry. Faith wrapped her legs around him, crying out as she came hard. Hunt followed soon after, groaning low.

They stayed tangled together for a long moment, catching their breath, while Nate lay there ruined, gagged, surrounded by pairs of very male feet, forced to watch the whole thing. Cucked.

Faith finally sat up, hair messy, skin glowing. She gave Nate one last sweet smile.

“Hope that was everything you dreamed of.”

The guys started pulling their shoes back on, chuckling quietly. Hunt helped Faith get dressed, gentle and attentive in a way Nate had never been.

As they all filed out of the bedroom, Faith paused at the door.

“Leave the gag on for another hour or so,” she called back sweetly. “Consider it part of the aftercare.”

She shut the door behind her, leaving Nate alone with his ruined orgasm, the lingering smell of their feet, and the fresh memory of watching her get properly fucked.

Faith felt lighter than air as they walked out into the night. Hunt slipped an arm around her shoulders. Zack and Cody were already swapping stories and laughing.

Faith would use her magic later to make sure Nate remembered but wouldn't have the ability to retaliate.

Her and Hunt went off to dinner, still in the start of a beautiful relationship, and lived happily ever after. ❤️

I, Miss Brenda have had my deputies capture a bad girl on my behalf. Her punishment for resisting, theft, battery, and more is for this controlling woman to have all her power stripped. She has consented to be put on display at an adult only fair for a week. Under my hypnosis she is kept fully immobile but still fully aware. You have $100 to push a button that will make her body magically experience whatever that button you pushed is. Each button is $20. How do you spend it? 😊

1. Foot Tickling
2. Armpit Tickling
3. Belly Button Tickling
4. Frustratingly riding the verge of orgasm
5. Ruined/underwhelming orgasm sensation
6. The sensation of Post Orgasm Stimulation
7. Increasingly Harder Spankings
8. Your Feet Planted In Her Face
9. Your Foot Wedged in Her Mouth
10. Gagged with her own socks 11 Gagged with her own worn panties
11. The feeling of Increasingly larger dildos slowly pushing into her pussy.
12. The feeling of a whole hand/Fist slowly working its way up her ass.
13. A Wedgie being slowly pulled up.
14. Desperation to pee, building more and more.
15. Golden Shower, the sensation of people peeing all over her.
16. Make time slowed for her.
17. Make her body more sensitive
18. The sensation of itching powder all over.
19. The sensation of hot wax dripping over different random body parts.

Which 5 tickets are you ordering? 😇

PART 1

Nobody would ever expect that sweet, quiet, Faith Mercer was capable of petty revenge.

That the young girl in her early 20s held special telepathic powers.

Nobody would expect that she was able to manipulate time...to make people feel and experience anything she wanted with the power of her mind...

Long brown hair always tucked behind one ear. Big sweaters. Tote bags with little embroidered books on them. The kind of girlfriend who remembered birthdays, packed snacks for road trips, and listened when you talked about your fantasy football team even though she did not care.

Which is why Nate was absolutely stunned when she didn’t cry after finding out he’d been cheating on her with Vanessa Cole, One of Faiths old best friends.

Faith had distanced herself from Vanessa a while back because Vanessa was always in trouble and never seemed to care. A huge ego cause she never faced any real consequences due to her rich family bailing her out.

Vanessa, the 21 year old spray tanned crop top in winter, always holding an iced coffee even at 11 PM.

Faith found out accidentally seeing a reflection in a bar mirror behind an Instagram story.

Nate had posted a blurry video at Eclipse Lounge.

In the corner reflection, Vanessa sitting on his lap feeding him mozzarella sticks.

Classy.

Faith stared at the screenshot for a long time.

Then she quietly said to herself...

“Oh, that is unfortunate for everybody involved."

Three days later, Faith sat inside a police cruiser beside Officer Daniel Hunt.

Officer Hunt looked exactly like someone named Officer Hunt should look. Clean-cut. Calm voice. Square jaw. The type of cop that somehow ironed his uniform.

Faith found the young 27 year old officer cute.

Faith smiled politely as she adjusted the little “Ride Along Participant” badge clipped to her sweater.

“This is honestly fascinating,” she said.

Hunt glanced at her.

“You say that now. Give it twenty minutes.”

“Oh no,” Faith said. “I think tonight’s going to be very interesting.”

Hunt gave her a tiny side-eye.

Because ten minutes earlier, before they started patrol, Faith had quietly informed him that Vanessa Cole currently had an active warrant for failure to appear. And because Officer Hunt was annoyingly observant, he had also noticed the look on Faith’s face when she said the name.

Not anger.

Not sadness.

Calculation.

Twenty minutes later they spotted Vanessa stumbling out of McGinty’s Bar wearing silver boots and arguing with a bouncer who appeared to be throwing her out for rowdy behavior.

Officer Hunt checked the computer.

“Yep,” he said calmly. “That’s her.”

Faith folded her hands in her lap and a light smirk grew on her face.

Hunt pulled up beside Vanessa and rolled down the window.

“Evening, Vanessa.”

Vanessa froze.

“...Aw, come ON. FUCK.”

"You're under arrest" Officer hunt said as he got out to slap the cuffs on her.

She asked if she could use the restroom first because she really had to go but was declined.

Five minutes later she was in the back seat of the cruiser in handcuffs.

That’s when Faith’s little magical revenge spell kicked in.

Vanessa blinked. Shifted. Crossed her legs. Then uncrossed them.

“Oh God,” she muttered.

Faith looked innocently out the window.

Officer Hunt started driving.

At first Vanessa tried to play it cool.

“Whatever,” she scoffed from the back seat. “I’ll bond out in like an hour.”

“Mm-hm,” Hunt said.

Three minutes passed.

Vanessa shifted again.

“Hey, how far’s the jail?”

“Normally?” Hunt said. “About twelve minutes.”

Vanessa relaxed slightly.

Then Hunt turned the cruiser away from downtown.

Faith tilted her head. “Oh? Wrong turn?”

Hunt sighed dramatically.

“Road construction.”

There was absolutely no road construction though.

Faith bit the inside of her cheek to stop smiling. She was gradually making the urge to pee more and more intense in Vanessa's bladder. All with the power of her mind.

On top of that, she was slowing time, Just for Vanessa.

For every minute driving, it felt like 10 minuets for Vanessa.

Ten more minutes passed.

Vanessa was now fully bouncing one knee.

“Officer, seriously,” she said. “I NEED to pee.”

“We’ll get there soon.”

Faith turned around sympathetically.

“Oh no. Is it bad?”

“Yes, it’s BAD.”

Faith nodded with fake concern.

“That’s terrible.”

Vanessa narrowed her eyes.

Something about Faith’s tone felt… familiar.

Then it hit her.

“WAIT.”

Faith smiled sweetly.

“Hi, Vanessa.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened.

She gasped loudly.

Officer Hunt suddenly became very interested in adjusting the radio so he wouldn’t laugh.

A train crossing came down ahead of them.

The longest train in human history began crawling past.

Vanessa began to seeat a bit, her legs shaking.

“You have GOT to be kidding me.”

Faith leaned toward the window.

“Oh wow. Look at all those cargo cars.”

Officer Hunt coughed into his fist to hide another smile. He and Faith were both on the same page.

By now Vanessa had abandoned all dignity.

She yelled. “Pull over somewhere NOW you fucking pig, This is why nobody likes the fucking cops.”

“Can’t do that while transporting,” Hunt replied professionally. “Policy.”

Vanessa began kicking the back of his seat.

"Hey stop that or your gonna get another charge." Hunt said.

“You know, Officer Hunt, I read somewhere bladder endurance can actually build character.”

Vanessa slammed her head gently against the divider.

“I hate both of you...." she said underwhelming breath.

Then Hunt slowed the cruiser again.

Vanessa gasped. Was the ride finally over?

“Oh thank GOD.”

But instead of parking, Hunt pointed casually out the windshield.

“Ducklings.”

A mother duck was crossing the road with babies behind her.

Faith put a hand over her heart. "Aww"

“Oh my goodness.”

Vanessa looked like she was about to explode.

“You are stopping for ducks?? Just plow them over. Just go!"

Officer Hunt spoke very calmly.

“Public safety is important.”

“You’re ENJOYING this.”

“No ma’am.”

He absolutely was. He and Faith were.

Another ten minutes.

Faith decided to try something new. She imagined tickle fingers digging at Vanessa's sides.

Vanessa's started jerking from side to side, laughing.

"What the fuck ahahhaha, what the fuck is that!"

Both Faith and the Officee acted like they couldn't hear her and continued to drive.

Faith had invisible hands dig into her pits, other hands scratching at the bottom of the soles of her smooth, soft, feet.

Vanessa squealed. She stomped her feet to try and get the scraping on her soles to stop.

She was jerking and flopping around the back seat. She then leaned forward tensing trying to keep her bladder in.

Vanessa thought, if only her hands were not cuffed...Then she could try to fight off the invisible tickling fingers.

Little did she know that wouldnt be possible.

Faith conjured in her mind a man and a woman sitting on either side of Vanessa while she sat in the middle seat cuffed.

They had her sandwiched in the middle and each dug at her sides.

Vanessa had a moxture of scream and crying laughter. Her body kept lunging foreard and slamming back.

Only Faith could see the people tickling her so Vanessa looked crazy.

The 2 invisible ticklers each pulled out feathers and began trailing them on her neck, in and around her ears.

Vanessa's head twisted and turned every which way.

The invisible man tickled firmly with both hands in her groin area.

The invisible woman slid her hand behind Vanessa's back.

She slid her hand down into her pants and pulled with ease Vanessa’spanties up into a very uncomfortable wedgie. .

A very irritating and frustrating feeling. Especially with time slowed, it felt like the stretch of the panties being pulled firmly up took forever.

Faith had the invisible tickling stop to lower her guard.

Vanessa leaned back briefly relieved.

That is when Faith had the woman ticklers hand press her belly button hard with a single finger and then tickles her stomach in general.

Vanessa screamed and then a wet spot began to grow on her pants. It grew and grew going down her legs.

Mascara went down her face, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was from being embarrassed from wetting herself, the tickling, or the rage she felt toward the nonchalant Faith and Officer

Officer Hunt barked out a laugh before catching himself. Faith giggled. Vanessa could definetly hear them and her blood boiled.

Conveniently the jail came into view right after.

When they arrived, Vanessa slid out of the cruiser. Her pants wet and smelling of pee. She left a wet area on the seat.

A female deputy hurried her inside while Vanessa yelled,

“Fuck both of you! I will get you for this!”

Faith watched her disappear through the doors.

Then she leaned back in her seat with a happy sigh.

Officer Hunt looked at her.

“So,” he said. “Feel better?”

Faith considered it.

Then she smiled.

“Honestly? Immensely.”

Hunt nodded approvingly.

“Petty but disciplined. Rare combination.”

“Thank you.”

He started the cruiser again.

“You know,” he said casually, “ride-alongs are open to the public anytime.....”

Faith smiled out the window.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Now Faith began to now plot her next revenge.....Nate had better watch out, She thought to herself.....

PART 2

Faith Mercer had always been good at spotting red flags, but even she didn’t see this one coming.

A text from Vanessa popped up on her phone two weeks after the arrest:

Hey girl, no hard feelings about the other night? Nate’s throwing a sexy costume party at his place this Friday. Super casual, You should come, we can bury the hatchet lol. He misses you.

Faith read it three times, thumb hovering. She knew Vanessa well enough to smell the bullshit. But the part about Nate missing her… that stung in a way she hated. She told herself she was over him. Mostly. Still, curiosity and a quiet desire to prove she wasn’t rattled won out.

She texted back: What time?

Friday night, Faith stood in front of her mirror adjusting the oversized open denim jacket with just a bra on otherwise, almost knee high boots, very, very short jean shorts, and chunky plastic earrings she’d thrown together for an 80s sexy hooker look. She even teased her long brown hair and put on bright blue eyeshadow and dark red lipstick she found at the bottom of a drawer.

When she pulled up to Nate’s house, the driveway was full but the lights inside looked normal. No music thumping. No crowd visible through the windows. She hesitated on the porch for a second before knocking.

Vanessa answered the door in regular clothes, tight black top, jeans, full makeup, and grinned.

“Oh my God, look at you,” she said, voice dripping fake sweetness. “Come in, come in.”

Faith stepped inside and immediately felt the air change. Nate was there on the couch with two of his buddies, all in normal hoodies and jeans. A couple of other girls from Vanessa’s circle stood in the kitchen holding drinks, already smirking.

No one else was in costume.

Faith froze in the middle of the living room.

“Aw, you actually wore one,” Vanessa laughed, pulling out her phone. “That’s adorable. I told you she’d show up dressed like that.”

The room erupted in laughter. Phones came out. Someone whistled.

“Faith, what the hell?” Nate said, chuckling. “You really believed her?”

Nate got up and pulled Vanessa in for a kiss, right in front of Faith.

"Haha You're so hilarious babe", Nate said to her.

Faith’s face burned. She tried to smile like it was funny, but her throat tightened.

Vanessa stepped closer, camera already recording. “Say hi to my followers, Faith! Tell them how much you love 80s night.”

Faith turned to leave, but Vanessa grabbed her sleeve.

“Don’t be so sensitive. It’s just a joke.”

The laughter followed her out the door. By the time she reached her car, her cheeks were wet. She sat behind the wheel for a minute, breathing hard, then drove away before the tears really started.

Officer Daniel Hunt’s phone rang at 10:47 p.m. He was off duty, sitting on his couch in sweatpants, but he answered on the second ring when he saw her name.

“Faith?”

A sniffle. “Hey. Sorry, I know it’s late. I just… I didn’t know who else to call.”

Twenty minutes later he pulled up outside the little 24-hour diner on Maple. Faith was already inside at a corner booth, eyes puffy, mascara smudged, still wearing the slutty 80s outfit. She felt small.

Hunt slid in across from her, wearing a plain gray Henley. No uniform, just the calm square-jawed presence that made people trust him.

“Talk to me,” he said gently.

She told him everything. The text. The fake party. The laughing. How Vanessa recorded the whole thing and said it was already going on her stories. How Nate just sat there and let it happen.

Faith’s voice cracked. “I feel so stupid. I knew better.”

Hunt listened without interrupting, just nodding, occasionally sliding napkins her way. When she finally ran out of words, he reached across and gave her hand a quick, respectful squeeze.

“You’re not stupid. You’re trusting. There’s a difference. And they’re assholes.”

He paused, then added, “Also, Vanessa missed her court date again last week. Failure to appear. I saw the update yesterday.”

Faith looked up, eyes still glassy but something sharper moving behind them.

Hunt leaned back, voice low. “I can pick her up tomorrow if you want. Quietly. No ride-along this time. Just me and a couple guys who owe me favors.”

Faith stared at him for a long moment. A tiny, tired smile broke through.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m gonna.”

The waitress brought them coffee and pie. They sat there for almost an hour. Hunt told her dumb cop stories to make her laugh—about the guy who tried to outrun police on a riding lawnmower, about the woman who filed a noise complaint on her own snoring husband. Faith eventually giggled, wiping her eyes.

By the time they walked out to the parking lot, she felt lighter. Not fixed, but steadier.

Before she got in her car, she turned back to him.

“Daniel?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For listening. And… for the other stuff.”

He gave her that small, professional nod, but his eyes were warm. “Anytime, Faith. Seriously.”

She drove home thinking about a lot of things. About how good it felt to be seen. About how Vanessa had no idea what was coming.

Vanessa was halfway through a cigarette on her parents’ back porch when the unmarked cruiser rolled up the driveway. She recognized Officer Hunt immediately and her stomach dropped.

“Shit,” she muttered, flicking the cigarette into the bushes.

Hunt got out slow, calm as ever, with a stocky Black cop she didn’t know stepping out the passenger side. Officer Trent, according to the nameplate.

“Vanessa Cole,” Hunt called, “got another warrant for you. Failure to appear. Hands where I can see them.”

She laughed, sharp and nervous. “You’ve gotta be kidding. I’m at my parents’ house, man. Come back later.”

Trent moved around the side, cutting off her path to the back door. “Not how this works. Turn around.”

Vanessa bolted.

She made it about ten feet before Trent grabbed her arm. She twisted hard, swinging an elbow that clipped Hunt in the shoulder as he moved in. “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed, kicking wildly. A neighbor’s porch light flicked on.

It took both of them to get her down. She bucked and cursed the whole time until Hunt finally got the cuffs on tight. By the time they hauled her up, she was breathing hard and already shifting from foot to foot.

“I need to pee,” she snapped as they walked her to the car. “Seriously. Like, right now.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you ran,” Trent said mildly.

Back at her apartment, Faith sat cross-legged on her bed in an oversized sweater, the soft teddy bear in her lap. It was an old one —worn brown fur, one eye slightly loose. She’d whispered the connection spell over it the night before, feeling the familiar warm tug in her mind that linked it straight to Vanessa.

She smiled a little when she felt the first distant tug of resistance through the bear. Perfect timing.

In the back of the cruiser, Vanessa suddenly felt something press over her mouth. Not real tape—she could still breathe fine—but it felt like thin, sticky stuff sealing her lips. She tried to yell but it came out muffled and ridiculous.

“Mmmph! What the hell?”

Hunt glanced in the rearview. “You good back there?”

Vanessa glared daggers, trying to shake the phantom tape off. It stayed put.

Faith at the same time had peeled a strip of clear Scotch tape and carefully pressed it over the teddy bear’s stitched mouth. She smoothed it down with her thumb, giggling softly to herself.

The female officer at the small substation, Brenda, took forever patting Vanessa down. She made her stand with her legs apart, running her hands up and down every seam, turning pockets inside out, even removing Vanessa’s chunky rings one by one. Vanessa kept dancing in place, thighs pressed together.

Brenda didn’t rush. “Gotta be thorough. You’d be surprised what people try to sneak in.”

Faith slipped one of her own stretchy worn pink-and-white striped ankle socks, the ones she’d slept in two nights ago, over the teddy bear’s head. She pulled it down snug, covering the fuzzy ears completely.

Vanessa’s vision didn’t go dark, but a thick, fabric-like pressure wrapped around her head and ears, muffling sounds even more. The faint scent of fabric and feet hit her nose and she gagged.

“Ugh, what is that smell?!” she tried to say, but it was only muffled protesting.

Back in the cruiser with Hunt and Trent, the drive to central booking felt endless. They weren’t speeding. They hit every light. Trent even stopped for coffee at a drive-thru.

Vanessa bounced in the seat, the phantom sock still over her head, tape over her mouth. She tried to kick the back of the seat again but Hunt just sighed.

“New charges stacking up nice,” Hunt said to Trent, like they were talking about the weather. “Failure to appear, resisting, battery on a law enforcement officer. Oh, and we found two pills in her jacket. Looks like ecstasy. Lab’ll confirm.”

Trent whistled. “Oh Nice...Nice...That's what i'm talking about. Good night.”

“Yep. Judge isn’t gonna be happy.”

Vanessa tried screaming at them behind the tape, but it came out as a pathetic hum. Then.... invisible fingers started digging under her arms, light and relentless. She jerked hard, laughter bubbling up against her will.

“Mmmph—hahah" She giggled and moaned through her non existent tape gag.

The tickling moved down to her soles. She curled her toes in her boots, trying to escape the scratching, fluttering sensation that wouldn’t quit. Then up to her neck and ears, making her twist and giggle uncontrollably. The sock over her head made the whole thing feel even more humiliating.

Hunt glanced back. “You alright? You’re squirming a lot.”

She wanted to curse them out but the tape held her words in.

At home, Faith grinned, running her nails gently under the bear’s little plush armpits, then dragging them slowly across the stitched soles of its feet. She tickled behind the sock-covered ears and along the neck. Every wiggle of the bear translated straight to Vanessa.

Faith grabbed her headphones and put them over the bears ears. She played the sounds of running water from a stream, tap water dripping, recording sounds of a river into the bears ears.

This only made Vanessa have to go more.

For the finale, she pressed two fingers firmly into the teddy bear’s soft stuffed tummy and held it there, then gave it a little rhythmic poke.

Vanessa’s bladder screamed. The pressure on her stomach was unbearable. She leaned forward as much as the seatbelt allowed, whining behind the tape.

“Please… I’m gonna wet myself again. I can’t hold it.” She tried to say but her mouth could not even open. It just came out as a series of hums.

The officers kept chatting happily up front.

“Intake’s probably backed up tonight,” Trent said. “Might take a while once we get there.”

Hunt nodded. “Good. Gives us time to get all the paperwork nice and neat.”

Vanessa was now losing her shit hearing this. She would demand a supervisor if she could speak.

Intake Officer Marion was an older but beautiful middle aged woman with zero sense of urgency. She had Vanessa standing at the counter for what felt like an hour, asking the same questions three times, typing slowly with two fingers. Every time Vanessa shifted her legs, squatted, bounced up and down, Marion just told her to “hold on dear, All that dancing isn't gonna get yoy out any quicker.”

The tickling had stopped, but the sock and tape sensations lingered, and that awful pressing on her belly kept coming in waves. Vanessa’s face was red, mascara running again, a dark wet spot already forming on her jeans by the time they finally led her toward the holding cells.

She kept thinking about Faith. That quiet, loser girl. Somehow, she knew this was her. All of it.

And Faith, sitting on her bed miles away, gave the teddy bear one last firm belly press before setting it carefully on her pillow.

Vanessa's bladder broke miles away. The flood gates opened.

She whispered to it, “Night night, Vanessa.”

Then she smiled, turned off the lamp, and went to bed.

Faith had turned the teddy bear over to Officer Hunt the next morning with a little smile. “Make sure she stays uncomfortable,” she’d said. Hunt just raised an eyebrow and nodded understanding. He was starting to understand how Faith’s mind worked.

But Nate was the main goal.

Hunt gave the cute plushie little tickles.

Faith texted Nate three days later, keeping it simple: Hey. Been thinking a lot. Maybe we should talk. I miss you. I want to make things right.

Nate, being horny as ever Nate, bit immediately. He invited her over that same night. When she showed up at his apartment in a soft sweater and leggings, looking sweet and a little shy, he actually looked relieved.

“I fucked up bad,” he said, pulling her into a hug. “Vanessa’s crazy. I’m done with her.”

Faith hugged him back, letting her powers brush lightly against his mind—just enough to plant the suggestion that this was all his idea.

“I’ve been thinking about your fantasies,” she whispered against his shoulder. “The ones you told me about late at night. I want to give you one. For real. No strings.”

Nate’s eyes lit up like Christmas. He spilled it all, exactly like she knew he would: a full-body massage, slow edging with hands and mouth, and a bunch of soft female feet all over his face the entire time. The smell, the feel, the teasing. His ultimate dream.

Faith smiled sweetly. “I can make that happen....”

She’d found two men in their mid 20s, Zack and Cody on a discreet fetish forum the day before. Both were eager, respectful, and a little starstruck that a cute girl was organizing something like this. They showed up at her place early to go over the plan.

Zack was tall and quiet, always wearing the same beat-up sneakers over socks he claimed hadn’t been changed in nearly three months. He sold them online for decent money.

Cody was shorter, cocky, with a constant grin. He bragged he never wore socks—ever. His feet lived in whatever shoes he had on, all day, every day.

Faith paid them both in cash and laid down the rules: masks on, stay quiet, follow her lead. No touching beyond the feet. They were thrilled to help.

Officer Hunt surprised her by volunteering too. “For backup,” he said with a smile, she caught the amused glint in his eye. He showed up in a plain black mask like the others. They his in a large closet in her room. Trying not to laugh or make sound.

Nate was already naked and face-up on his bed when She’d dimmed the lights and put on soft music. She stripped off all of her close, her naked body crawling up the bed over him made him hard fast. She put a blindfold over his eyes.

Next She restrained his arms and legs tightly.

She had special resteains to strap his head firmly in place.

Faith crawled back over him once she was sure he was secure.

“Relax,” she murmured, drizzling warm oil over his chest. Her hands worked slow and perfect across his shoulders, down his stomach, teasing lower. She stroked him gently, edging him with her fingers, then leaned down to use her mouth. Slow, warm, torturous.

Nate groaned happily. “God, Faith… this is incredible.”

She kept him right on the edge, never letting him tip over. Swirling the head with her tounge.

Then she gave the signal.

The three masked men slipped out from the hallway closet on quiet feet. Zack, Cody, and Hunt took positions around Nate’s head on the wide bed.

Three sets of feet started rubbing across his face.

Zack went first—pressing those thick, warm, socked soles right over Nate’s nose and mouth. The smell was intense: sharp, built-up from months of wear. Nate moaned loudly, inhaling deep, thinking it was some girl’s perfect foot.

Cody followed, bare and damp from being sockless all day in his boots. His soles were warm, slightly sticky. He dragged them slowly across Nate’s cheeks and forehead.

Hunt, more hesitant but clearly enjoying the pettiness, planted his clean but strong size 12s across Nate’s chin and lips, rubbing lazily.

Nate was in heaven. “Fuck yes… so many soft beautiful womans feet. You got all your friends to do this for me? God I fucking love you Faith. Unreal”

Faith kept stroking him with one hand, her mouth occasionally joining in, while the guys took turns smothering his face. Zack’s heavy socked foot pressed down firmer, grinding a little. Cody wiggled his toes over Nate’s nostrils. Hunt occasionally dragged his big toe across his lips.

Faith leaned close to Nate’s ear. “You like that? All those pretty girls rubbing their soles on you?”

“So much,” he panted, hips bucking into her hand. “Don’t stop.”

She edged him harder now, bringing him right to the brink and backing off again and again. The guys kept the foot play going—rubbing, pressing, occasionally teasing his tongue with their toes when he opened his mouth.

Zack’s months-old socks were clearly getting to him; Nate kept sniffing harder, lost in it. Cody’s bare feet left faint damp prints on his skin. Hunt stayed mostly steady, but Faith saw him smirk behind the mask when Nate whimpered particularly loud. She was glad he was enjoying this even if it was outside his comfort zone.

Faith kept her voice sweet. “You deserve this, baby.”

She pushed him right to the edge one final time, Then when Nate yelled out he was about to blow, pulled her hands and mouth away. The guys kept their feet planted firmly over his face.

Cum shot out handsfree. A big spurt at first but the spurts got less until it was just a sad oozing of cum out of the cock slit.

A perfect ruined orgasm.

Nate groaned in frustration. “Faith… come on, what the fuck...…Are you serious? You stupid bitch...do you not know how to properly finish sucking off a cock?!"

She moved fast. Before he could keep complaining, she slipped the ball gag between his teeth, buckling it snug behind his head. The bright red ball filled his mouth nicely.

“Mmmph!”

Faith patted his cheek sweetly. “Shhh. No more whining.”

Then she reached up and tugged the blindfold off.

Nate’s eyes widened in horror. Three masked men sat around his head on the bed, smirking down at him. Their bare feet and socked soles were still planted lazily across his face and neck. Zack’s thick, socked foot rested heavy over his nose. Cody’s damp, sockless sole smeared across his cheek. Hunt’s strong foot pressed near his chin.

All three of them were smiling behind their masks.

Nate thrashed wildly, yelling muffled curses into the gag. “MMMMMPH! MMMMPH!”

Faith climbed onto the bed with a calm little smile. “Aww, surprised? You wanted girls’ feet so bad. These are even better, trust me.”

She dug her fingers into his ribs without warning. Nate jerked hard, barking laughter exploding behind the gag as he tried to twist away. Her nails skittered up into his armpits, then down his sides, relentless and precise. When he bucked too hard, she shifted lower, scribbling over his hips, inner thighs, and the tops of his feet.

She reached for his cock, now soft quickly from the realization about the men.

Still sensitive though. The rubbed the sensitive cockhead....tickled it lightly with her fingers...continued to suck it again...ran her tounge over the sensitive head.

The guys kept their feet in place, occasionally rubbing them across his face while he laughed and raged.

“Hold his head up a bit,” Faith said softly.

Zack and Cody adjusted, sitting criss-cross on either side. They lifted Nate’s head and shoulders slightly, propping him up with pillows so he had a perfect view down his own body. One foot from each guy still rested casually near his face—Zack’s ripe socked sole hovering by his left cheek, Cody’s bare foot draped near his right.

Nate’s eyes bulged as Faith turned to Officer Hunt. The tall cop had already pulled his mask off. He stood up, stripped off his shirt, and pulled Faith close. She kissed him slow and deep, right there in front of Nate.

That fucking pig.....Nate thought to himself. The one Vanessa hated.

Hunt’s hands slid under her sweater, peeling it off. Faith’s leggings followed. She was breathing faster now, cheeks flushed with excitement and power. Hunt laid her down gently on the bed beside Nate, their bodies close enough that Nate could see every detail.

They kissed passionately. Faith was truly in love with this man. He was in love with her.

Faith looked over at Nate while Hunt positioned himself between her legs. “Watch closely, baby. This is what you lost.”

Hunt entered her smoothly. Faith moaned softly, arching her back as they started moving together. Slow at first, then deeper, more intense. Hunt’s strong body rocked against hers while she gripped his shoulders, gasping with real pleasure.

Nate could only thrash and scream into the gag, tears of frustration and humiliation in his eyes. Zack and Cody kept their feet near his face, occasionally pressing a sole against his cheek or nose when he looked away. The smell of Zack’s socks mixed with Cody’s bare feet filled his nose with every angry breath.

Faith’s moans got louder. She smiled, locked eyes with Nate while Hunt thrust harder, one of her hands reaching over to lightly tickle Nate’s stomach just to make him squirm more.

“You were never enough,” she whispered breathlessly between gasps. “Not even close.”

Hunt leaned down and kissed her again, possessive and hungry. Faith wrapped her legs around him, crying out as she came hard. Hunt followed soon after, groaning low.

They stayed tangled together for a long moment, catching their breath, while Nate lay there ruined, gagged, surrounded by pairs of very male feet, forced to watch the whole thing. Cucked.

Faith finally sat up, hair messy, skin glowing. She gave Nate one last sweet smile.

“Hope that was everything you dreamed of.”

The guys started pulling their shoes back on, chuckling quietly. Hunt helped Faith get dressed, gentle and attentive in a way Nate had never been.

As they all filed out of the bedroom, Faith paused at the door.

“Leave the gag on for another hour or so,” she called back sweetly. “Consider it part of the aftercare.”

She shut the door behind her, leaving Nate alone with his ruined orgasm, the lingering smell of their feet, and the fresh memory of watching her get properly fucked.

Faith felt lighter than air as they walked out into the night. Hunt slipped an arm around her shoulders. Zack and Cody were already swapping stories and laughing.

Faith would use her magic later to make sure Nate remembered but wouldn't have the ability to retaliate.

Her and Hunt went off to dinner, still in the start of a beautiful relationship, and lived happily ever after. ❤️

PART 1

Nobody would ever expect that sweet, quiet, Faith Mercer was capable of petty revenge.

That the young girl in her early 20s held special telepathic powers.

Nobody would expect that she was able to manipulate time...to make people feel and experience anything she wanted with the power of her mind...

Long brown hair always tucked behind one ear. Big sweaters. Tote bags with little embroidered books on them. The kind of girlfriend who remembered birthdays, packed snacks for road trips, and listened when you talked about your fantasy football team even though she did not care.

Which is why Nate was absolutely stunned when she didn’t cry after finding out he’d been cheating on her with Vanessa Cole, One of Faiths old best friends.

Faith had distanced herself from Vanessa a while back because Vanessa was always in trouble and never seemed to care. A huge ego cause she never faced any real consequences due to her rich family bailing her out.

Vanessa, the 21 year old spray tanned crop top in winter, always holding an iced coffee even at 11 PM.

Faith found out accidentally seeing a reflection in a bar mirror behind an Instagram story.

Nate had posted a blurry video at Eclipse Lounge.

In the corner reflection, Vanessa sitting on his lap feeding him mozzarella sticks.

Classy.

Faith stared at the screenshot for a long time.

Then she quietly said to herself...

“Oh, that is unfortunate for everybody involved."

Three days later, Faith sat inside a police cruiser beside Officer Daniel Hunt.

Officer Hunt looked exactly like someone named Officer Hunt should look. Clean-cut. Calm voice. Square jaw. The type of cop that somehow ironed his uniform.

Faith found the young 27 year old officer cute.

Faith smiled politely as she adjusted the little “Ride Along Participant” badge clipped to her sweater.

“This is honestly fascinating,” she said.

Hunt glanced at her.

“You say that now. Give it twenty minutes.”

“Oh no,” Faith said. “I think tonight’s going to be very interesting.”

Hunt gave her a tiny side-eye.

Because ten minutes earlier, before they started patrol, Faith had quietly informed him that Vanessa Cole currently had an active warrant for failure to appear. And because Officer Hunt was annoyingly observant, he had also noticed the look on Faith’s face when she said the name.

Not anger.

Not sadness.

Calculation.

Twenty minutes later they spotted Vanessa stumbling out of McGinty’s Bar wearing silver boots and arguing with a bouncer who appeared to be throwing her out for rowdy behavior.

Officer Hunt checked the computer.

“Yep,” he said calmly. “That’s her.”

Faith folded her hands in her lap and a light smirk grew on her face.

Hunt pulled up beside Vanessa and rolled down the window.

“Evening, Vanessa.”

Vanessa froze.

“...Aw, come ON. FUCK.”

"You're under arrest" Officer hunt said as he got out to slap the cuffs on her.

She asked if she could use the restroom first because she really had to go but was declined.

Five minutes later she was in the back seat of the cruiser in handcuffs.

That’s when Faith’s little magical revenge spell kicked in.

Vanessa blinked. Shifted. Crossed her legs. Then uncrossed them.

“Oh God,” she muttered.

Faith looked innocently out the window.

Officer Hunt started driving.

At first Vanessa tried to play it cool.

“Whatever,” she scoffed from the back seat. “I’ll bond out in like an hour.”

“Mm-hm,” Hunt said.

Three minutes passed.

Vanessa shifted again.

“Hey, how far’s the jail?”

“Normally?” Hunt said. “About twelve minutes.”

Vanessa relaxed slightly.

Then Hunt turned the cruiser away from downtown.

Faith tilted her head. “Oh? Wrong turn?”

Hunt sighed dramatically.

“Road construction.”

There was absolutely no road construction though.

Faith bit the inside of her cheek to stop smiling. She was gradually making the urge to pee more and more intense in Vanessa's bladder. All with the power of her mind.

On top of that, she was slowing time, Just for Vanessa.

For every minute driving, it felt like 10 minuets for Vanessa.

Ten more minutes passed.

Vanessa was now fully bouncing one knee.

“Officer, seriously,” she said. “I NEED to pee.”

“We’ll get there soon.”

Faith turned around sympathetically.

“Oh no. Is it bad?”

“Yes, it’s BAD.”

Faith nodded with fake concern.

“That’s terrible.”

Vanessa narrowed her eyes.

Something about Faith’s tone felt… familiar.

Then it hit her.

“WAIT.”

Faith smiled sweetly.

“Hi, Vanessa.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened.

She gasped loudly.

Officer Hunt suddenly became very interested in adjusting the radio so he wouldn’t laugh.

A train crossing came down ahead of them.

The longest train in human history began crawling past.

Vanessa began to seeat a bit, her legs shaking.

“You have GOT to be kidding me.”

Faith leaned toward the window.

“Oh wow. Look at all those cargo cars.”

Officer Hunt coughed into his fist to hide another smile. He and Faith were both on the same page.

By now Vanessa had abandoned all dignity.

She yelled. “Pull over somewhere NOW you fucking pig, This is why nobody likes the fucking cops.”

“Can’t do that while transporting,” Hunt replied professionally. “Policy.”

Vanessa began kicking the back of his seat.

"Hey stop that or your gonna get another charge." Hunt said.

“You know, Officer Hunt, I read somewhere bladder endurance can actually build character.”

Vanessa slammed her head gently against the divider.

“I hate both of you...." she said underwhelming breath.

Then Hunt slowed the cruiser again.

Vanessa gasped. Was the ride finally over?

“Oh thank GOD.”

But instead of parking, Hunt pointed casually out the windshield.

“Ducklings.”

A mother duck was crossing the road with babies behind her.

Faith put a hand over her heart. "Aww"

“Oh my goodness.”

Vanessa looked like she was about to explode.

“You are stopping for ducks?? Just plow them over. Just go!"

Officer Hunt spoke very calmly.

“Public safety is important.”

“You’re ENJOYING this.”

“No ma’am.”

He absolutely was. He and Faith were.

Another ten minutes.

Faith decided to try something new. She imagined tickle fingers digging at Vanessa's sides.

Vanessa's started jerking from side to side, laughing.

"What the fuck ahahhaha, what the fuck is that!"

Both Faith and the Officee acted like they couldn't hear her and continued to drive.

Faith had invisible hands dig into her pits, other hands scratching at the bottom of the soles of her smooth, soft, feet.

Vanessa squealed. She stomped her feet to try and get the scraping on her soles to stop.

She was jerking and flopping around the back seat. She then leaned forward tensing trying to keep her bladder in.

Vanessa thought, if only her hands were not cuffed...Then she could try to fight off the invisible tickling fingers.

Little did she know that wouldnt be possible.

Faith conjured in her mind a man and a woman sitting on either side of Vanessa while she sat in the middle seat cuffed.

They had her sandwiched in the middle and each dug at her sides.

Vanessa had a moxture of scream and crying laughter. Her body kept lunging foreard and slamming back.

Only Faith could see the people tickling her so Vanessa looked crazy.

The 2 invisible ticklers each pulled out feathers and began trailing them on her neck, in and around her ears.

Vanessa's head twisted and turned every which way.

The invisible man tickled firmly with both hands in her groin area.

The invisible woman slid her hand behind Vanessa's back.

She slid her hand down into her pants and pulled with ease Vanessa’spanties up into a very uncomfortable wedgie. .

A very irritating and frustrating feeling. Especially with time slowed, it felt like the stretch of the panties being pulled firmly up took forever.

Faith had the invisible tickling stop to lower her guard.

Vanessa leaned back briefly relieved.

That is when Faith had the woman ticklers hand press her belly button hard with a single finger and then tickles her stomach in general.

Vanessa screamed and then a wet spot began to grow on her pants. It grew and grew going down her legs.

Mascara went down her face, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was from being embarrassed from wetting herself, the tickling, or the rage she felt toward the nonchalant Faith and Officer

Officer Hunt barked out a laugh before catching himself. Faith giggled. Vanessa could definetly hear them and her blood boiled.

Conveniently the jail came into view right after.

When they arrived, Vanessa slid out of the cruiser. Her pants wet and smelling of pee. She left a wet area on the seat.

A female deputy hurried her inside while Vanessa yelled,

“Fuck both of you! I will get you for this!”

Faith watched her disappear through the doors.

Then she leaned back in her seat with a happy sigh.

Officer Hunt looked at her.

“So,” he said. “Feel better?”

Faith considered it.

Then she smiled.

“Honestly? Immensely.”

Hunt nodded approvingly.

“Petty but disciplined. Rare combination.”

“Thank you.”

He started the cruiser again.

“You know,” he said casually, “ride-alongs are open to the public anytime.....”

Faith smiled out the window.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Now Faith began to now plot her next revenge.....Nate had better watch out, She thought to herself.....

PART 2

Faith Mercer had always been good at spotting red flags, but even she didn’t see this one coming.

A text from Vanessa popped up on her phone two weeks after the arrest:

Hey girl, no hard feelings about the other night? Nate’s throwing a sexy costume party at his place this Friday. Super casual, You should come, we can bury the hatchet lol. He misses you.

Faith read it three times, thumb hovering. She knew Vanessa well enough to smell the bullshit. But the part about Nate missing her… that stung in a way she hated. She told herself she was over him. Mostly. Still, curiosity and a quiet desire to prove she wasn’t rattled won out.

She texted back: What time?

Friday night, Faith stood in front of her mirror adjusting the oversized open denim jacket with just a bra on otherwise, almost knee high boots, very, very short jean shorts, and chunky plastic earrings she’d thrown together for an 80s sexy hooker look. She even teased her long brown hair and put on bright blue eyeshadow and dark red lipstick she found at the bottom of a drawer.

When she pulled up to Nate’s house, the driveway was full but the lights inside looked normal. No music thumping. No crowd visible through the windows. She hesitated on the porch for a second before knocking.

Vanessa answered the door in regular clothes, tight black top, jeans, full makeup, and grinned.

“Oh my God, look at you,” she said, voice dripping fake sweetness. “Come in, come in.”

Faith stepped inside and immediately felt the air change. Nate was there on the couch with two of his buddies, all in normal hoodies and jeans. A couple of other girls from Vanessa’s circle stood in the kitchen holding drinks, already smirking.

No one else was in costume.

Faith froze in the middle of the living room.

“Aw, you actually wore one,” Vanessa laughed, pulling out her phone. “That’s adorable. I told you she’d show up dressed like that.”

The room erupted in laughter. Phones came out. Someone whistled.

“Faith, what the hell?” Nate said, chuckling. “You really believed her?”

Nate got up and pulled Vanessa in for a kiss, right in front of Faith.

"Haha You're so hilarious babe", Nate said to her.

Faith’s face burned. She tried to smile like it was funny, but her throat tightened.

Vanessa stepped closer, camera already recording. “Say hi to my followers, Faith! Tell them how much you love 80s night.”

Faith turned to leave, but Vanessa grabbed her sleeve.

“Don’t be so sensitive. It’s just a joke.”

The laughter followed her out the door. By the time she reached her car, her cheeks were wet. She sat behind the wheel for a minute, breathing hard, then drove away before the tears really started.

Officer Daniel Hunt’s phone rang at 10:47 p.m. He was off duty, sitting on his couch in sweatpants, but he answered on the second ring when he saw her name.

“Faith?”

A sniffle. “Hey. Sorry, I know it’s late. I just… I didn’t know who else to call.”

Twenty minutes later he pulled up outside the little 24-hour diner on Maple. Faith was already inside at a corner booth, eyes puffy, mascara smudged, still wearing the slutty 80s outfit. She felt small.

Hunt slid in across from her, wearing a plain gray Henley. No uniform, just the calm square-jawed presence that made people trust him.

“Talk to me,” he said gently.

She told him everything. The text. The fake party. The laughing. How Vanessa recorded the whole thing and said it was already going on her stories. How Nate just sat there and let it happen.

Faith’s voice cracked. “I feel so stupid. I knew better.”

Hunt listened without interrupting, just nodding, occasionally sliding napkins her way. When she finally ran out of words, he reached across and gave her hand a quick, respectful squeeze.

“You’re not stupid. You’re trusting. There’s a difference. And they’re assholes.”

He paused, then added, “Also, Vanessa missed her court date again last week. Failure to appear. I saw the update yesterday.”

Faith looked up, eyes still glassy but something sharper moving behind them.

Hunt leaned back, voice low. “I can pick her up tomorrow if you want. Quietly. No ride-along this time. Just me and a couple guys who owe me favors.”

Faith stared at him for a long moment. A tiny, tired smile broke through.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m gonna.”

The waitress brought them coffee and pie. They sat there for almost an hour. Hunt told her dumb cop stories to make her laugh—about the guy who tried to outrun police on a riding lawnmower, about the woman who filed a noise complaint on her own snoring husband. Faith eventually giggled, wiping her eyes.

By the time they walked out to the parking lot, she felt lighter. Not fixed, but steadier.

Before she got in her car, she turned back to him.

“Daniel?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For listening. And… for the other stuff.”

He gave her that small, professional nod, but his eyes were warm. “Anytime, Faith. Seriously.”

She drove home thinking about a lot of things. About how good it felt to be seen. About how Vanessa had no idea what was coming.

Vanessa was halfway through a cigarette on her parents’ back porch when the unmarked cruiser rolled up the driveway. She recognized Officer Hunt immediately and her stomach dropped.

“Shit,” she muttered, flicking the cigarette into the bushes.

Hunt got out slow, calm as ever, with a stocky Black cop she didn’t know stepping out the passenger side. Officer Trent, according to the nameplate.

“Vanessa Cole,” Hunt called, “got another warrant for you. Failure to appear. Hands where I can see them.”

She laughed, sharp and nervous. “You’ve gotta be kidding. I’m at my parents’ house, man. Come back later.”

Trent moved around the side, cutting off her path to the back door. “Not how this works. Turn around.”

Vanessa bolted.

She made it about ten feet before Trent grabbed her arm. She twisted hard, swinging an elbow that clipped Hunt in the shoulder as he moved in. “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed, kicking wildly. A neighbor’s porch light flicked on.

It took both of them to get her down. She bucked and cursed the whole time until Hunt finally got the cuffs on tight. By the time they hauled her up, she was breathing hard and already shifting from foot to foot.

“I need to pee,” she snapped as they walked her to the car. “Seriously. Like, right now.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you ran,” Trent said mildly.

Back at her apartment, Faith sat cross-legged on her bed in an oversized sweater, the soft teddy bear in her lap. It was an old one —worn brown fur, one eye slightly loose. She’d whispered the connection spell over it the night before, feeling the familiar warm tug in her mind that linked it straight to Vanessa.

She smiled a little when she felt the first distant tug of resistance through the bear. Perfect timing.

In the back of the cruiser, Vanessa suddenly felt something press over her mouth. Not real tape—she could still breathe fine—but it felt like thin, sticky stuff sealing her lips. She tried to yell but it came out muffled and ridiculous.

“Mmmph! What the hell?”

Hunt glanced in the rearview. “You good back there?”

Vanessa glared daggers, trying to shake the phantom tape off. It stayed put.

Faith at the same time had peeled a strip of clear Scotch tape and carefully pressed it over the teddy bear’s stitched mouth. She smoothed it down with her thumb, giggling softly to herself.

The female officer at the small substation, Brenda, took forever patting Vanessa down. She made her stand with her legs apart, running her hands up and down every seam, turning pockets inside out, even removing Vanessa’s chunky rings one by one. Vanessa kept dancing in place, thighs pressed together.

Brenda didn’t rush. “Gotta be thorough. You’d be surprised what people try to sneak in.”

Faith slipped one of her own stretchy worn pink-and-white striped ankle socks, the ones she’d slept in two nights ago, over the teddy bear’s head. She pulled it down snug, covering the fuzzy ears completely.

Vanessa’s vision didn’t go dark, but a thick, fabric-like pressure wrapped around her head and ears, muffling sounds even more. The faint scent of fabric and feet hit her nose and she gagged.

“Ugh, what is that smell?!” she tried to say, but it was only muffled protesting.

Back in the cruiser with Hunt and Trent, the drive to central booking felt endless. They weren’t speeding. They hit every light. Trent even stopped for coffee at a drive-thru.

Vanessa bounced in the seat, the phantom sock still over her head, tape over her mouth. She tried to kick the back of the seat again but Hunt just sighed.

“New charges stacking up nice,” Hunt said to Trent, like they were talking about the weather. “Failure to appear, resisting, battery on a law enforcement officer. Oh, and we found two pills in her jacket. Looks like ecstasy. Lab’ll confirm.”

Trent whistled. “Oh Nice...Nice...That's what i'm talking about. Good night.”

“Yep. Judge isn’t gonna be happy.”

Vanessa tried screaming at them behind the tape, but it came out as a pathetic hum. Then.... invisible fingers started digging under her arms, light and relentless. She jerked hard, laughter bubbling up against her will.

“Mmmph—hahah" She giggled and moaned through her non existent tape gag.

The tickling moved down to her soles. She curled her toes in her boots, trying to escape the scratching, fluttering sensation that wouldn’t quit. Then up to her neck and ears, making her twist and giggle uncontrollably. The sock over her head made the whole thing feel even more humiliating.

Hunt glanced back. “You alright? You’re squirming a lot.”

She wanted to curse them out but the tape held her words in.

At home, Faith grinned, running her nails gently under the bear’s little plush armpits, then dragging them slowly across the stitched soles of its feet. She tickled behind the sock-covered ears and along the neck. Every wiggle of the bear translated straight to Vanessa.

Faith grabbed her headphones and put them over the bears ears. She played the sounds of running water from a stream, tap water dripping, recording sounds of a river into the bears ears.

This only made Vanessa have to go more.

For the finale, she pressed two fingers firmly into the teddy bear’s soft stuffed tummy and held it there, then gave it a little rhythmic poke.

Vanessa’s bladder screamed. The pressure on her stomach was unbearable. She leaned forward as much as the seatbelt allowed, whining behind the tape.

“Please… I’m gonna wet myself again. I can’t hold it.” She tried to say but her mouth could not even open. It just came out as a series of hums.

The officers kept chatting happily up front.

“Intake’s probably backed up tonight,” Trent said. “Might take a while once we get there.”

Hunt nodded. “Good. Gives us time to get all the paperwork nice and neat.”

Vanessa was now losing her shit hearing this. She would demand a supervisor if she could speak.

Intake Officer Marion was an older but beautiful middle aged woman with zero sense of urgency. She had Vanessa standing at the counter for what felt like an hour, asking the same questions three times, typing slowly with two fingers. Every time Vanessa shifted her legs, squatted, bounced up and down, Marion just told her to “hold on dear, All that dancing isn't gonna get yoy out any quicker.”

The tickling had stopped, but the sock and tape sensations lingered, and that awful pressing on her belly kept coming in waves. Vanessa’s face was red, mascara running again, a dark wet spot already forming on her jeans by the time they finally led her toward the holding cells.

She kept thinking about Faith. That quiet, loser girl. Somehow, she knew this was her. All of it.

And Faith, sitting on her bed miles away, gave the teddy bear one last firm belly press before setting it carefully on her pillow.

Vanessa's bladder broke miles away. The flood gates opened.

She whispered to it, “Night night, Vanessa.”

Then she smiled, turned off the lamp, and went to bed.

Faith had turned the teddy bear over to Officer Hunt the next morning with a little smile. “Make sure she stays uncomfortable,” she’d said. Hunt just raised an eyebrow and nodded understanding. He was starting to understand how Faith’s mind worked.

But Nate was the main goal.

Hunt gave the cute plushie little tickles.

Faith texted Nate three days later, keeping it simple: Hey. Been thinking a lot. Maybe we should talk. I miss you. I want to make things right.

Nate, being horny as ever Nate, bit immediately. He invited her over that same night. When she showed up at his apartment in a soft sweater and leggings, looking sweet and a little shy, he actually looked relieved.

“I fucked up bad,” he said, pulling her into a hug. “Vanessa’s crazy. I’m done with her.”

Faith hugged him back, letting her powers brush lightly against his mind—just enough to plant the suggestion that this was all his idea.

“I’ve been thinking about your fantasies,” she whispered against his shoulder. “The ones you told me about late at night. I want to give you one. For real. No strings.”

Nate’s eyes lit up like Christmas. He spilled it all, exactly like she knew he would: a full-body massage, slow edging with hands and mouth, and a bunch of soft female feet all over his face the entire time. The smell, the feel, the teasing. His ultimate dream.

Faith smiled sweetly. “I can make that happen....”

She’d found two men in their mid 20s, Zack and Cody on a discreet fetish forum the day before. Both were eager, respectful, and a little starstruck that a cute girl was organizing something like this. They showed up at her place early to go over the plan.

Zack was tall and quiet, always wearing the same beat-up sneakers over socks he claimed hadn’t been changed in nearly three months. He sold them online for decent money.

Cody was shorter, cocky, with a constant grin. He bragged he never wore socks—ever. His feet lived in whatever shoes he had on, all day, every day.

Faith paid them both in cash and laid down the rules: masks on, stay quiet, follow her lead. No touching beyond the feet. They were thrilled to help.

Officer Hunt surprised her by volunteering too. “For backup,” he said with a smile, she caught the amused glint in his eye. He showed up in a plain black mask like the others. They his in a large closet in her room. Trying not to laugh or make sound.

Nate was already naked and face-up on his bed when She’d dimmed the lights and put on soft music. She stripped off all of her close, her naked body crawling up the bed over him made him hard fast. She put a blindfold over his eyes.

Next She restrained his arms and legs tightly.

She had special resteains to strap his head firmly in place.

Faith crawled back over him once she was sure he was secure.

“Relax,” she murmured, drizzling warm oil over his chest. Her hands worked slow and perfect across his shoulders, down his stomach, teasing lower. She stroked him gently, edging him with her fingers, then leaned down to use her mouth. Slow, warm, torturous.

Nate groaned happily. “God, Faith… this is incredible.”

She kept him right on the edge, never letting him tip over. Swirling the head with her tounge.

Then she gave the signal.

The three masked men slipped out from the hallway closet on quiet feet. Zack, Cody, and Hunt took positions around Nate’s head on the wide bed.

Three sets of feet started rubbing across his face.

Zack went first—pressing those thick, warm, socked soles right over Nate’s nose and mouth. The smell was intense: sharp, built-up from months of wear. Nate moaned loudly, inhaling deep, thinking it was some girl’s perfect foot.

Cody followed, bare and damp from being sockless all day in his boots. His soles were warm, slightly sticky. He dragged them slowly across Nate’s cheeks and forehead.

Hunt, more hesitant but clearly enjoying the pettiness, planted his clean but strong size 12s across Nate’s chin and lips, rubbing lazily.

Nate was in heaven. “Fuck yes… so many soft beautiful womans feet. You got all your friends to do this for me? God I fucking love you Faith. Unreal”

Faith kept stroking him with one hand, her mouth occasionally joining in, while the guys took turns smothering his face. Zack’s heavy socked foot pressed down firmer, grinding a little. Cody wiggled his toes over Nate’s nostrils. Hunt occasionally dragged his big toe across his lips.

Faith leaned close to Nate’s ear. “You like that? All those pretty girls rubbing their soles on you?”

“So much,” he panted, hips bucking into her hand. “Don’t stop.”

She edged him harder now, bringing him right to the brink and backing off again and again. The guys kept the foot play going—rubbing, pressing, occasionally teasing his tongue with their toes when he opened his mouth.

Zack’s months-old socks were clearly getting to him; Nate kept sniffing harder, lost in it. Cody’s bare feet left faint damp prints on his skin. Hunt stayed mostly steady, but Faith saw him smirk behind the mask when Nate whimpered particularly loud. She was glad he was enjoying this even if it was outside his comfort zone.

Faith kept her voice sweet. “You deserve this, baby.”

She pushed him right to the edge one final time, Then when Nate yelled out he was about to blow, pulled her hands and mouth away. The guys kept their feet planted firmly over his face.

Cum shot out handsfree. A big spurt at first but the spurts got less until it was just a sad oozing of cum out of the cock slit.

A perfect ruined orgasm.

Nate groaned in frustration. “Faith… come on, what the fuck...…Are you serious? You stupid bitch...do you not know how to properly finish sucking off a cock?!"

She moved fast. Before he could keep complaining, she slipped the ball gag between his teeth, buckling it snug behind his head. The bright red ball filled his mouth nicely.

“Mmmph!”

Faith patted his cheek sweetly. “Shhh. No more whining.”

Then she reached up and tugged the blindfold off.

Nate’s eyes widened in horror. Three masked men sat around his head on the bed, smirking down at him. Their bare feet and socked soles were still planted lazily across his face and neck. Zack’s thick, socked foot rested heavy over his nose. Cody’s damp, sockless sole smeared across his cheek. Hunt’s strong foot pressed near his chin.

All three of them were smiling behind their masks.

Nate thrashed wildly, yelling muffled curses into the gag. “MMMMMPH! MMMMPH!”

Faith climbed onto the bed with a calm little smile. “Aww, surprised? You wanted girls’ feet so bad. These are even better, trust me.”

She dug her fingers into his ribs without warning. Nate jerked hard, barking laughter exploding behind the gag as he tried to twist away. Her nails skittered up into his armpits, then down his sides, relentless and precise. When he bucked too hard, she shifted lower, scribbling over his hips, inner thighs, and the tops of his feet.

She reached for his cock, now soft quickly from the realization about the men.

Still sensitive though. The rubbed the sensitive cockhead....tickled it lightly with her fingers...continued to suck it again...ran her tounge over the sensitive head.

The guys kept their feet in place, occasionally rubbing them across his face while he laughed and raged.

“Hold his head up a bit,” Faith said softly.

Zack and Cody adjusted, sitting criss-cross on either side. They lifted Nate’s head and shoulders slightly, propping him up with pillows so he had a perfect view down his own body. One foot from each guy still rested casually near his face—Zack’s ripe socked sole hovering by his left cheek, Cody’s bare foot draped near his right.

Nate’s eyes bulged as Faith turned to Officer Hunt. The tall cop had already pulled his mask off. He stood up, stripped off his shirt, and pulled Faith close. She kissed him slow and deep, right there in front of Nate.

That fucking pig.....Nate thought to himself. The one Vanessa hated.

Hunt’s hands slid under her sweater, peeling it off. Faith’s leggings followed. She was breathing faster now, cheeks flushed with excitement and power. Hunt laid her down gently on the bed beside Nate, their bodies close enough that Nate could see every detail.

They kissed passionately. Faith was truly in love with this man. He was in love with her.

Faith looked over at Nate while Hunt positioned himself between her legs. “Watch closely, baby. This is what you lost.”

Hunt entered her smoothly. Faith moaned softly, arching her back as they started moving together. Slow at first, then deeper, more intense. Hunt’s strong body rocked against hers while she gripped his shoulders, gasping with real pleasure.

Nate could only thrash and scream into the gag, tears of frustration and humiliation in his eyes. Zack and Cody kept their feet near his face, occasionally pressing a sole against his cheek or nose when he looked away. The smell of Zack’s socks mixed with Cody’s bare feet filled his nose with every angry breath.

Faith’s moans got louder. She smiled, locked eyes with Nate while Hunt thrust harder, one of her hands reaching over to lightly tickle Nate’s stomach just to make him squirm more.

“You were never enough,” she whispered breathlessly between gasps. “Not even close.”

Hunt leaned down and kissed her again, possessive and hungry. Faith wrapped her legs around him, crying out as she came hard. Hunt followed soon after, groaning low.

They stayed tangled together for a long moment, catching their breath, while Nate lay there ruined, gagged, surrounded by pairs of very male feet, forced to watch the whole thing. Cucked.

Faith finally sat up, hair messy, skin glowing. She gave Nate one last sweet smile.

“Hope that was everything you dreamed of.”

The guys started pulling their shoes back on, chuckling quietly. Hunt helped Faith get dressed, gentle and attentive in a way Nate had never been.

As they all filed out of the bedroom, Faith paused at the door.

“Leave the gag on for another hour or so,” she called back sweetly. “Consider it part of the aftercare.”

She shut the door behind her, leaving Nate alone with his ruined orgasm, the lingering smell of their feet, and the fresh memory of watching her get properly fucked.

Faith felt lighter than air as they walked out into the night. Hunt slipped an arm around her shoulders. Zack and Cody were already swapping stories and laughing.

Faith would use her magic later to make sure Nate remembered but wouldn't have the ability to retaliate.

Her and Hunt went off to dinner, still in the start of a beautiful relationship, and lived happily ever after. ❤️