A Tale from the Special Section:- Cafeteria Feet

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A Tale from the Special Section:-

Cafeteria Feet

The year was 2020 and the world that once existed was no more, civil war, famine, global warming and various other disasters had played their part in creating the new world government which ruled all of the earth. The centralised government was based in the heart of London, the old power base of the British empire. The major change that had taken place within this new world government, was the role that women were to play within it. There was no question that during in the past, women were still treated as unequal to their male counterparts, but during the worldwide revolution all of that changed.

The supreme ruler of the earth, (which is the title that had been created for this new position) was a women called Florence Myers. She was middle aged, still attractive, red headed, intelligent and she took to her new role like a bird to flight. The reversing of power between men and women was a gradual transition, but the final outcome was something which had become fixed within modern day life. There was a general consensus that the problems of the past had been created by men and that the solutions, that were eventually found were ideas formulated by women. Due to this no one really questioned the new rule that had come to dominate over earth. Men were subjected to many things which in the past had been a women's burden,being expected to stay at home, to look after children,housework and generally being perceived as the weaker sex.

Extensive changes were also made in one main area of the prison system, the area that related to sex crimes against women. It was speculated at the time that, Florence herself may have been the victim of a sex crime in her past, which is why she passed the new laws. There were special punishments created to cater for all different kinds of sex crimes, each punishment was unusual, unique and extremely cruel. The validity of using such extreme methods was questioned at the time, but tests were carried out by independent scientific institutions verifying their effectiveness. So the laws were passed, laws which overruled the convicts human rights and left them open to be humiliated, and punished as the new laws decreed.

Daniel Oxford was one such man who fell foul of these knew laws. He was a man of short stature only reaching a measly height of 5'2. This combined with his gawky looks and pimply skin had made it a neigh on impossible task for him to find a partner. He had grown bitter and twisted as the lonely years passed, starting to view women with disdain and a deep rooted hatred. The more he was rejected, the greater that hatred grew, until he couldn't help but act upon it. He had become a serial rapist and unleashed a torrent of pain and fear in the city of Leeds. Over thirty women were raped and beaten by Daniel in a period of only a year. The power and sense of self righteousness that the rapes gave Daniel was immeasurable. Eventually he was captured by the special sex branch, a squad of police created by Florence to deal specifically with male sex offenders.

The trial which followed was quick and ruthless, his male solicitor did a sterling job defending him and managed to secure a reprieve from the death penalty. The women judge instead decided to hand down a sentence of life in prison, with no chance of parole. She also informed Daniel that he would be spending his sentence within one of Florence's Special Section Prisons. The transfer from the holding cell in Leeds to the new Special Section within Manchester was swift, and it is here where we join Daniel as he prepares to leave the holding van and begin his new existence.

Terror was something which Daniel had never fully experienced, but now the cold fingers gripped him completely. His breath came in short sharp gasps, and his heart hammered like a machine gun within his chest. Sweat periodically beaded on his bulbous forehead, and then dribbled leisurely down his gaunt face. His eyes darted furiously left and right, surveying every inch of his cage searching for an escape. His women guard sat motionless opposite him, machine gun held in her gloved hands. The dark visor extending from her armoured helmet obscured the view of her face, but he imagined that he could feel her cold hate filled eyes staring at him. Daniel had never feared anything so much as the fate that he was fast approaching. He had heard stories of the tortures that inmates within the special section prisons were subjected to. Although it was hard to know what were truths and which were fiction. The unknown was the worst part thought Daniel, 'at least if I had an idea of exactly what my punishment was going to be then maybe I wouldn't feel like this'. It wasn't accidental that he didn't know his fate, the whole special section system, from start to finish had been designed by expert psychologists and it was widely accepted that one of the universal human fears was the unknown. With this in mind the exact techniques of the special sections had been kept top secret, of course as with any organisation there were some leaks, but these leaks were then combined with propaganda and fake stories that Florence's government released. This created a situation where people were still never sure what sort of punishments were carried out which added to Daniel's trepidation.

He felt the smooth movement of his transport van begin to slow, and then finally there was a slight squeak of brakes as the vehicle came to a halt. He listened carefully and heard loud steel clunking sounds, which he assumed correctly to be the prisons gates opening. The started to move forward again, coming to a final stop a few minutes later. His women guard stood up and moved towards where Daniel sat, his arms and legs were shackled. The guard halted inches away from Daniels face, and then she spoke for the first time since the journey began.

“Now then scum bag, this is where you get yours.” Her voice was high and very feminine but the malice and feeling behind her words was clear.

For a second, Daniel felt disgust rise within himself like a bile, and he snarled back at the guard.

“Fuck you bitch, when I get out of here I'm coming for you.” Daniels face had contorted into a gargoyles grimace filled with anger and hatred. His guards response was quick and without hesitation.

“You ain't never getting out of here Danny boy, your going to suffer in here for years to come, until eventually your body,mind and soul will rot, until there's nothing left......nothing left at all” She laughed as she spoke, the cold sound mocking and derisive. Danny shuddered involuntary as the words washed over him, his feelings of disgust and anger were transformed into an overwhelming feeling of self pity. The guard laughed again as she saw the effect of her words and then reached out, grabbing his left shoulder and forcing him to his feet. The door to the van swung open as the welcoming party from the special section, arrived at the transport.

Danny stumbled forward upon lead filled legs, approaching the group of six women who stood outside the van. They were waiting by the doors, facing inwards three on either side of the van, forming a corridor through which he would have to walk. The women were dressed almost identically to his guard in full riot gear, with the golden crest of the special section displayed proudly on their helmets. The incessant prodding from his guard with her gun forced him to move quicker. He reached the edge of the vans floor and jumped down to the waiting tarmac. As soon as his feet hit the floor the stationary women came alive. Rough uncaring hands gripped Danny's body, he winced as he was forced down to his knee's, his jeans ripping against the floor. He felt something forced over his head and then pulled tight around his neck; a leash. He was pushed firmly to the floor, watching in disbelief as the women used sharp stanley knives to efficiently remove all his clothing. His trainers and socks were also taken until he lay naked, sprawled on the damp tarmac wearing nothing but the leash and collar.

“On your feet prisoner 165, move now!” One of the guards shouted down at Daniel and he scrambled to obey, desperately trying to ignore the humiliation that flowed through him. With his face burning a deep crimson red he rose, dropping his shackled hands desperately trying to cover his manhood.

“Now march!” Screamed a different guard jabbing his side with her chrome coloured baton. Daniel marched the best he could, the shackles restricting his legs. Each stumble or slip across the prison yard was rewarded with a prod or jab from one of the guards batons. He eventually made it inside the building, and was then led through various different tunnels and corridors until he was completely disorientated. Finally his guards halted out side a door which had a sign hanging from it, displaying the number 165. His room, if you can call it a room consisted of four walls, a floor and a toilet, no bed, no chair nothing but the freezing stone floor to lay upon. Daniel looked around the room in despair, shivering as he surveyed his bleak surroundings.

'So this was it,' thought Daniel, 'This is where I'm going to end my life, trapped in this concrete cell.'
The unbidden thought renewed his sense of desolation and he began to pace his enclosure like a trapped animal. He continued to pace for the next few hours until eventually physical and emotional exhaustion overtook him and he collapsed onto the floor and slept. He had no idea how long he was asleep for, but his awakening was one which he didn't care to remember. He awoke to six guards staring down at him through their darkened visors. There was a shout of command and gloved hands clamped on his naked body, dragging him roughly to his feet. The lead guard then grasped his leash and pulled him unceremoniously out into the corridor.

He was led along more passageways until he reached their intended destination. He was pushed through a door into the guards gym; the place itself was undistinguishable from any gym that you might see, and was full off duty guards working out. Daniel was led roughly through the gym to a door in the far corner of the room. The door opened up into another room which served as a small cafeteria area for the user's of the gym. There were plenty of patrons within the room and as Daniel stumbled in, all of the women turned and laughed derisively at him. His previous embarrassment was doubled under this fresh onslaught of mass humiliation, and his faced burned a darker shade of red.

He was forced past the tables in the room into one of the far corners, where there was a table which had a reserved sign above it. The tables were of the type where the chairs were built into frame; this table had two of the chairs missing from the near side. On the floor directly in front of Daniel was an oblong shaped hole which looked for all intents and purposes like a grave. 'Oh my god,' he thought, 'they intend to bury me here.' He began to struggle against his captors, but a couple of sharp jabs with their batons put a stop to it. Daniel had never had a high tolerance for pain, and the blows from the batons made him feel weak and sick.

The women once again surrounded Daniel, one of the guards reached down into the hole and pulled out a rubber tube; she then reached down and pushed this tube over Daniel's penis securing it in place with strong duct tape. A larger tube was then also pulled from the hole, Daniel felt faint as he guessed what they were going to do with this second tube. Helplessly he was forced to spread his legs and bend over, he silently thanked god as he felt the cold slick feeling of lubricant being spread on his anus. There was a slight pause and then it felt as if his ass was on fire. Deep sharp pains spread from his anus up into his lower stomach and he screamed and moaned, much to the amusement of the onlooking women. Once the tube had been inserted far enough into him, he felt more tape being applied, securing it inside him.

Once the tubes had been secured and Daniel was fully plumbed up, they then forced him to lay down in the oblong shaped hole. This hole had obviously been cut especially for him and his body fitted within it perfectly. Daniel watched in fear as a section of floor that had been removed was replaced over him and then twelve screws were tightened in place by a dill. Directly over his face there was an oval opening, which was roughly the size of his head through which he was able to see. The hole had been designed so that his face was completely level with the floor, except for his nose which protruded over. Daniel began to thrash manically from side to side within his new prison producing more laughter from the women. Then one of the guards fixed a perspex face plate over the hole tightening this in place with four screws. The faceplate was made of a clear perspex material and had two holes cut into it. One hole was for his nose which stuck through the face plate and the second was for his mouth. Once the face plate was fixed in place, the women spent the next ten minutes attaching the two plastic seats back onto the frame of the table. With satisfied grunt they turned to examine their handy work, and then left without a further word.

Daniel lay in his confinement listening to all the conversations that were in progress within the busy cafeteria not knowing what to expect. He didn't have long to ponder, however as he heard footsteps approaching his table. Try as he might, he wasn't able to turn his head due to his nose sticking through the faceplate. The footsteps were closer now and he could hear two women speaking quite loudly between themselves about their gym session.

Rachel a 26 year old women had been a guard in the special section for almost three years and loved her job. She was quite tall and stood at 5'8 with a very slim and toned majestic body. On the top half of her body she was wearing a grey coloured training top which had the words princess stencilled in sparkling red lettering. On her lower half she was wearing tight spandex cycling
shorts and a pair of white trainers without socks. She laughed as she approached the new table, the sign above no longer said reserved but instead stated “please make use of our foot cleaning and smelling facilities”. Rachel's rich blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in the sign; this was her idea and she was glad that the administration had put her idea into use. She tossed her dirty blonde hair giggling as her hand touched the shoulder of her friend Amanda, pointing at the sign.

Both of the women giggled together an easy laughter that comes when in the company of a close friend. Amanda was shorter than Rachel at a height of 5'6, although she made up for this in size, weighing in at a respectable 16 stone. She had sleek jet black hair, pulled back into a severe bob. Much of Amanda's weight was made up from her massive breasts, they were natural and so big that she had to order her bra's from specialist bra makers. She was also dressed in training gear, consisting of a pair of grey jogging trousers and baggy tee-shirt which covered up most of her top half. On her feet she was wearing an old black pair of reeboks with white trainer socks.

“What a session Rachel, I feel like I must have lost a few pounds at least.” Amanda smiled as she spoke to her best friend, she really did feel like she had done some good work today. Rachel smiled back at her friend, “I'm sure you have love, you really gave it some on that stepper, and you've been doing really well with your diet so I bet you'll have lost loads.” Amanda's smile beamed even wider as she listened to her friends encouragement, Rachel had always been like that, very good at boosting someone's confidence. The conversation continued as both of the girls took a seat at the foot smelling table; Amanda sat on the right side of the table directly above where Daniel lay, Rachel sat on the opposite side facing her.

Daniel watched as he saw two large calves come into his line of sight and then these were accompanied by the bottom of two worn trainers. The soles lowered down slowly and for a second he thought that she was going to put them over his face, but then she moved them to either side of his head. The conversation between the two girls continued completely unchecked and neither of them even mentioned the fact that Daniel existed. He lay there listening to the girls speaking and began to wonder if either of them even knew that he was down there. The thought he knew as a completely absurd one, of course they must know that I'm down here, they work here for gods sake. He berated himself for even thinking what he had, but that was the trouble no one had told him what was going to happen, everything was so weird and strange that his reality began to take on a dream like quality. The two women had ordered now and the enticing smell of bacon and eggs wafted down to his nose reminding him that he hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours. Suddenly Amanda used her left trainer to hook the back of the right one, and pulled it off, she then proceeded to do the same with the left one.

Daniel coughed and spluttered immediately as the trainers fell from her feet. Her socked feet weren't even directly over his face but the smell that polluted the air was intolerable. Daniel calmed himself down, trying to push the disgust and fear out of his mind. With a great effort he forced himself to breath through his mouth instead of his nose and by doing this managed to reduce the odour. Even though he was now breathing his mouth, he still felt like he could taste the smell of her rotten feet in every breath that he took. The conversation above his head continued unabated through all of this, it was like he didn't even exist to them. As Daniel struggled to cope with Amanda's feet, the worst thing that he could imagine began to happen. Excruciatingly slowly Both of her feet lifted off of the floor and began to move towards his face. He felt his heart quicken in response to this, and his breathing increased as panic began to once again set in.

He stared up at her socks entranced like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. The soles of the white trainer socks were filthy, as they began to drop towards his face he could see the individual sweat marks of each of her toes that had been imprinted in the white material. The feet continued to lower ever so slowly, until they were practically touching his nose. Then blackness filled Daniels' vision, and he felt a sweaty heel drop into his mouth stopping him from breathing through his mouth. Her hot sticky sock covered his nose completely, and he could feel her hungry toes wriggling inside it. The first breath that he took through his nose was agonisingly long and hard; through fear he had held his breath as long as possible hoping that she might remove her feet before he had to breath again. Unfortunately he had no such luck, and the burning damp, extremely sharp cheesy smell assaulted his unprotected nose. The smell was beyond anything that he had ever experienced before, it was like a physical slap in the face and a wave of dizziness passed over him. From what seemed like miles away, he heard the sound of the women still speaking, no mention of the punishment which Amanda was inflicting on him.

He breathed in breath after breath of the putrid smell of Amanda's toes as she wiggled them over his nose. The smell was so strong that there wasn't any reduction in the odour, even after he had been smelling for over five minutes. The helplessness of his situation began to fill him with rage and waves of disgust and humiliation flowed through him as he sniffed Amanda's feet. He began to pound his fists against the roof of his enclosure, but to no effect. Realising that there was absolutely no way out of this prison, Daniel hit rock bottom, he knew that this was going to be how he would spend the rest of his life and the thought broke him down completely. As he sniffed in breath after breath of her stinky feet, he began to sob great heaving cries his whole body shaking with despair. Nothing in his life compared to the way he felt now, completely helpless dependant on the non existent mercy of these women.

After probably ten minutes Amanda slid her feet off of Daniels face, leaving him gasping desperately for the relatively clean air. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and straining to see he watched as Amanda reached down her hand removing both of her socks. He started to scream as loud as he could, begging to be let out and for Amanda to stop. His animal like screams continued until Amanda once again slammed her now bare heel into his open mouth. Throughout his display, not one person in the Cafeteria had acknowledged his outburst, every single person including Amanda and Rachel had continued with their own conversations as if he didn't exist.With Amanda's now bare heel stuck firmly into his mouth, he now had no choice but too smell her toes. With the bare toes squirming over his nose, the smell seemed stronger especially around her little toe.

At first all Amanda did was wiggle her toes over his face, but then she became interested in another task. It seemed to Daniel that she was trying to catch her little toe on the edge of his nose, as if to pull open the space in between. She tried a few times to do this, and then managed it. Daniel flinched as a fresh stench assaulted his nostril, he felt her little toe spread open and then it was sliding up his right nostril, as his nose slid into the gap between her little toe and the one next to it. He felt a sticky slimy material begin to stick to his nose with little bits falling down into his nostril. As he breathed through his nose an awful sickly sweet smell permeated his being as her toe jam released its stench.

He began to cough and splutter underneath Amanda's feet as the conversation above his head continued to drone on. Tears of frustration and humiliation pricked his eyes as he was forced to endure her foot stink. Amanda let Daniel suffer in this way for a few minutes and then changed the position of her sweat slicked foot. She moved her foot forward and pushed her dirty toes down hard into his mouth, her long unpainted toe nails raked the top of his mouth making Daniel grimace in pain. As soon as the woman's toes had found their position within his mouth they began to wiggle madly. Involuntarily his tongue danced across the toes which had invaded his mouth licking her foot. The taste of her toes was something new to Daniel, of course in his previous life he had never been forced to suck on woman's sweaty foot before. As he sucked on her offending toes, Daniel tried to determine the different tastes that were being forced upon him. The main taste filling his mouth was an extremely bitter one although there was definitely a salty undertone there as well which must be from all the salt in her sweat. As the thought passed through his mind he shuddered deeply again, 'Oh god how did I end up in this position,' he thought, of course he knew why he was there. Amanda gradually became bored with the toes on her current foot and quickly swapped them around plunging the new toes into his mouth not giving Daniel the chance to make a noise. Once again he was subjected to same horrible humiliating taste, only stronger as he began the shameful task once again.

The conversation above Daniels head had continued throughout all of his ordeal, which was one of the reasons that he felt so low. As he was sucking Ambers toes, he wished no not just wished but actually needed one of them to mention him, even if it was only to curse him. His personality which for the last year had been built up, with all the media attention circling around his actions wasn't used to being completely ignored. It belittled him and made him feel smaller and more insignificant than he had ever felt in his life. He listened morosely as they continued to talk about shopping, men and up and coming music festivals that they were going to attend together. Then Rachel said,

“Hey Amanda can I sit in your seat now you can't have all the fun,” Daniels ears pricked up as she spoke, they must mention me now he thought. Amanda laughed a bright cheerful titter responding to her friend by pulling on her trainers and standing up. Rachel and Amanda swapped positions and that was it, nothing more was said as to the reason for swapping seats, no indication that there was a live human being stuck under the floor. Frustration overflowed within Daniel like a volcano, he once again let out an ear splitting howl of rage, followed by a tirade of abuse directed at the women in the Cafe. He stopped after a few seconds feeling drained, but certain that his threats and words would create some sort of verbal response. During the shouting Rachel had taken the seat above him and had her white trainers positioned at the side of his head. Once Daniel had finished shouting without saying a word she reached down and popped off her right trainer leaving the left one still firmly attached to her foot. She then unceremoniously dropped her foot down onto Daniels nose and mouth. He cringed as her bare foot touched his skin, the feeling of warm moist skin against his nose was something which he would never become accustomed to. Then he smelled it. The odour of Rachels foot was much staler than her friends, as if her feet hadn't been washed for a while and he began to feel dirtier than he had when he was smelling Amanda's feet.

Rachel had placed her foot in a similar way to what her friend had, with the heel of her size 6 foot firmly planted in Daniel's mouth and he toes stretching upwards, to hover just below his nose. Rachel had surprisingly beautiful feet considering the odour that they were producing, with cute pink manicured nails. To say that Rachel's feet smelt would be an inaccurate description; they absolutely reeked. Daniel struggled as much as he could trying to turn his head away but the pain in his nose stopped him, there was no way out. 'I could break my own nose,' thought Daniel but instantly dropped the idea as he considered the pain. The fetid offensive odour continued to pour in through his nose, as Rachel began to wiggle her slimy toes, rubbing against the skin under his nose.

The sound of the various conversations filtered down to Daniel as he was forced to suffer Rachels feet. He felt his grip on reality begin to waver slightly as he tried to internally process what he had become, 'this is it, i'm nothing more than a device for cleaning womens feet.' The hideous thought repulsed Daniel and yet he knew it was right, knew that there would be no respite and that this was the beginning of the rest of his life. He dumbly watched through glazed eyes as Rachel removed her right foot from his face and replaced it with her left freshly moist from her trainers. His slack mouth was once again filled with a hard heel, and his nostrils flared as a new wave of sweaty odour attacked them. He began to chant in his own head, 'In....out....in...out...in...out' as he sniffed Rachels feet, almost falling into a trance. He smelled her feet this way for a good five minutes and then she too plunged her foot into his mouth filling it completely with her salty sticky toes. While she was wiggling her toes around in his mouth, searching out every area, she brought her other foot up to his nose. Carefully wrapping her toes around it, so that his nose was nestled in the crease between her toes and sole. The overall effect was Daniels worst night mare his mouth was filled with the taste of her foot sweat, while his nose still had to endure the odour that seemed to literally pour out of her feet. He was tortured this way for at least another ten minutes, in which time Rachel changed to her other foot and repeated the process. All of the fight had gone from Daniel, he watched her foot through jaded eyes, hopeless and bleak.

Suddenly something broke his musing, he focussed his waning concentration on Rachels feet and noticed that she had replaced her trainers and was standing up. He listened delighted as two pairs of footsteps began to retreat from where he lay, he breathed in deeply the sweet unpolluted air. Unfortunately his elation didn't last long as he heard foot steps once again approaching his position. Four girls this time dropped into the now vacant seats, immediately the girl over his head kicked off her ratty trainer and stamped her stinky sweaty foot directly over his nose. Daniel broke down at this point, sobbing silently in his underground cage, while his face was used and abused by these women. We leave Daniel now at this point, but suffice it to say that for the next twenty years he eked out a nightmarish existence which one wouldn't want to imagine. Trapped within his little box, shitting and pissing through tubes, and eating food that was first smeared over a women's foot and then dipped in his mouth for him to suck off. Drinking water which was used to hand wash the guards socks, and suffering from deep shame and humiliation every day of his life, these were all things that Daniel experienced. Poor Daniel learnt his lesson in the Special Section and I'm sure there will be more tales of punishment from the esteemed organisation in the future.
Till the next tale I bid you Goodbye


By Ian Parker

ianparker2007@yahoo.co.uk