With strict and and colder facial expressions, Gina and Betty approached Jessica and Sarah. "Who is that in your luggage trunk?", Gina asked with a sharp voice. Jessica felt as if she was turned into a pupil again, facing a strict teacher who asks for the homework. Therefore she felt how her hands were shaking and she answered in a unusually high pitched voice. "Ehm, that is Joe, my s...eeer I mean just our worthless little footslave. Is something wrong with that, officer?" Gina folded her arms and wrinkled her nose before replying. "Well technically there is of course no problem in you having a footslave. The issue is that you have brought him here. Last week, the government adopted a new Bill, I think it was number 120, prohibiting anyone to bring their male beings anywhere close to Stenchlandia's borders. Recently there has been an increased rate of successful escapes of some..beings..it seems and the Bill 120 is how the government intends to stop this grievance. With bringing your footslave here, you, knowingly or not, commited a crime. However, you both don't give me the impression of having done this willingly. Just answer all of our questions now and this incident will only have minor consequences for you."
Jessica and Sarah both knew that they were standing on a fine line. If they would try to defend themselves they would risk to be arrested. If they would cooperate, it certainly would affect Joe, who apparently wasn't allowed to be here. But they had to make a decision now, as hard as this was, especially for Jessica. In a dramatic moment, mother and daughter looked each other in the eyes for a second, then Sarah's lips formed "Please mom, just go for it..". With a sharp pain in her heart Jessica slightly nodded and turned back to Gina. "Yeah, of course. You're right, we had no idea about this new law. We will answer all necessary questions right away."
Gina seemed to be content with this willingness to cooperate and her facial expression became more gentle again. "Good. Then let's begin. Betty? Would you please take the minutes?" After Betty had agreed and pulled out pen and pad, Gina started the interrogation:
Gina: "What is your name and where do you live?"
Jessica: "My name is Jessica and this is my daughter Sarah. The male person in the luggage trunk, as I said, is called Joe. He is my son but now, since the glorious feminist revolution he functions as our footslave. We all are living in 12th Honsteinstreet in Newberg, an average size town about 200 kilometers from here."
Gina: "Where are you bound for?"
Jessica: "My daughter currently has got holidays, so we decided to go camping in a national park only a few steps from here."
Gina: "Oh yeah, I know that one. It's a nice place to be. When will you return home?"
Jessica: "Probably next week on Thursday."
Gina: "Alright, that's already it. What will happen now is that you have to pay a fine of fifty bucks. Then you can continue with your journey, but your footslave will have to stay here. Don't worry we will take care of him and send him into a reception camp for the likes of him. From there he will be sent back to your house in Newberg on the same day you return. And once again, no reason to panic, the people running these reception camps know how to keep a footslave in good shape. Next week on Thursday he will be as good as new without having unlearned anything, I can promise you that!"
Jessica had no other but to accept and so she paid the fine and watched together with Sarah how the two officers untied Joe, removed the gag and carried his still limp body to the SSS-car. Then Betty closed the luggage trunk again and gave Jessica the green light to depart. While Sarah qualmishly fidget around on her seat rushing her mother to "drive already" in order to escape the uncomfortable situation, Jessica cast a last glance on the unconscious body of her son, before finally stepping on the gas...
In the meanwhile Gina was busy securing Joe again. Although he still was unconscious, his head sometimes moved and Gina didn't know if he maybe was about to wake up. And in case he was, it should be better to have him immobile. Since classic rope wasn't included in the equipment of a standard SSS-vehicle, she used handcuffs to tie his ankles together. This should be enough to make his legs useless. For the upper part of the body Gina fished a straight jacket out of the equipment section in the car. When she was almost done jamming Joe's flabby body into the straight jacket, Betty came over and watched her. "Uhm, what exactly are you doing there, Gina?" she asked with a smirk on her face. With a slightly stressed voice Gina answered: "Do you want this little piece of shit crying and wriggling about on the backseat, once it wakes up? Asking us where his mommy went and where we are bringing him he might even try to open the door while we drive! No, no, no. I prefer it if we just nip this little problem in the bud, tie him up, put this over his little mouth (saying this she took a piece of tape and put some strips over Joe's mouth) and be done with it!" Betty was laughing by now. "Haha, you're so smart Gina..and so cruel."
Spurred on even more by Betty's reaction, Gina's eyes began to dangerously shine. "Cruel? This? Not just yet. I don't know how you see that, but I have been on my feet all day controlling thousands of cars and now it's quitting time. My feet are killing me in these uncomfortable shoes and I kind of need a refreshment. Even so, we still have to make a two hour car ride to our police station, where we need to deliver this prick so that they can send him to a reception camp. In my opinion he should make himself useful, for the chauffeur service we're carrying out for him. So how about we put him under the front passenger seat? One hour you drive, one hour I drive. The one who isn't driving can rest her feet on his face. Aaaaaah the cool air flow of his breathing will be such a pleasure and relish for my hot and sweaty toes! What do you think?"
Betty grinned broadly and clapped Gina on the shoulder. "That's typically Gina. Cruel but great ideas! Alright, let's do that, but you drive in the beginning. I want to be the first!" Gina immediately agreed on that. Her feet had been heating up since hours, waiting another hour for the long-desired relief practically made no difference. Well maybe it would for this little kid, but not for her..
A sharp and cheesy stench assaulting his nostrils tore Joe out of his semi-consciousness. Where was he? Hadn't he been inside the luggage trunk of his family's car? Now he was still tied up and gagged and in a car but he was trapped under a seat, looking up to two women dressed in SSS uniforms. One was at his right, obviously driving the vehicle. The other, black-haired one, sat on the seat right above him and pressed a damp sock under his nose. Panic rushed through Joe's veins like fire through a dried out conifer forest. He wiggled as much as he could (which wasn't much at all) and screamed bloodcurdlingly into his gag, causing his two tormentors to laugh loudly. "Ooooh", teased the black-haired one, "is it too stinky for my little boy? Here, I have something for you..the source!" With these words she slammed her foot on Joe's face, her toes spread over his nose. "Sniff, sniff, little boy. Sniff, sniff!" Once again Joe burst out in muffled screams much to the amusement of Gina and Betty. "You are right, Gina, his breathing does feel good and relieving! We should maybe visit the footslave stores downtown more often, haha! Gina smirkingly fell in with Betty on that one, then Betty fully concentrated on Joe again. Joe's eyes began to tear as he was tortured helplessly in such a way. Also he began to realize that the SSS had him and that he probably wouldn't see anyone of his beloved ones again. He even started to miss Sarah, being confronted with such cruelty. The next minutes trapped under Betty's slimy toes were pure torture but somehow Joe managed it to stay conscious. Finally, after an hour of footstink inhalation the car pulled over but much to Joe's terror, the two officers just switched places.
The engine started again, and the agonizing drive continued. The brown-haired woman, now sitting on the seat on top of Joe's immobile body immediately began to unzip her boots and presented her black and completely sweat-soaked nylons. "Aahh, finally my feet are going to breath! Hey boy down there, what you are about to smell now is really good and ripened stuff. I'll make sure that you take it in with deep drags!" Saying this and accompanied by Betty's shrill laughter, she quickly plastered her feet on Joe's face trying to squeeze his nose between the big and second toe of her right foot. Due to the damp and slimy state of her soles, Joe's nose slipped out two times before Gina was finally successful with her third attempt. Joe, now unable to breath at all, opened his eyes widely in panic and began to beg for air through his gag. However, Gina cruelly let him struggle for more than thirty seconds, before she quickly released her grip and formed a foot-tent over Joe's nose with her hot and moist toe-area. The stench, Joe sucked in deeply in the following seconds was so intense and strong that his heart stopped beating for a second. Next, he felt how his vibrissaes were burnt just before the acrid footsmell rushed further up through his paranasal sinuses and hit his brain like a steel spearhead. Joe's body started to twitch wildly in his bounds, his eyes rolled around before closing completely and out of his throat, through the gag sounded a painful gurgling. Some seconds later, he was completely asleep but Gina just stayed in place with her feet, since his reliefing breathing was still there.
"What a wimp", she said in contempt. "If my feet hit him like that, he is lucky that Maria isn't here anymore. You remember her? Her feet were easily twenty times worse than mine! But yeah, she's in the serious business now, working for the more dangerous tasks the SSS has to fulfill. I do miss her sometimes." Betty answered that she had never known Maria but that she sounded like an impressive woman. But before the two officers got into a longer conversation again, they arrived at the police station..
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