Part Twelve: Training Concludes with Rika and Sing

Rika By Luckycat Chapter Twelve Training. Feeney gently lifted Sing’s hood while Rika unfastened the leather straps binding her to the bed. Even though Sing was smiling, Feeney could tell that Chinese woman felt a touch of disappointment at being released from captivity. She sat up and rubbed her wrists, looking around with an expression of confusion.

“What do you want me to do now…should I go home?” Rika shook her head firmly. “Absolutely not! It’s nearly four o’clock in the morning and it’s freezing cold outside. You, little Chinese¾Cricket¾are staying right here!” “But…” Feeney jumped into the conversation. “She doesn’t have to be at work tomorrow until three.” “But…” Sing said nervously. Rika stood up and reached toward the wall. “But nothing!” Sing watched helplessly as the two stronger women fastened her wrists and ankles into steel manacles with sturdy chains. Rika added a short collar, using a small luggage-style combination lock on the front ring to hang the keys, then scrambled the dial.

“That will keep her put,” Rika said authoritatively. “Not to mention that the front cell door is locked. She won’t be going anywhere.” Sing grinned as she stepped around the room testing the chains holding her captive. “Am I your prisoner?” she asked, her face glowing. Feeney met her gaze and shook her head. “No, Sing; now you’re our slave!” She grabbed the keys on Sing’s collar and gave them a gentle shake. “From this second forward, you’ll do anything we ask without question. If you don’t, you’ll suffer the consequences!” Rika stared at Feeney and slowly smiled.

“Do you understand me, slave…Cricket?” Feeney asked. “Yes Phoenix!” Sing answered quickly. Then her face darkened slightly. “What…what do you want me to do?” Feeney was caught off-guard by the question and momentarily bewildered, taking a moment to collect her thoughts.

“Rika and I need a little time alone.” She pointed to the bed. “Help me get her into these straps, then you can take a blanket and pillow and go sleep on the sofa with little Tickle.” Sing’s brow furrowed. “Who’s Tickle?” As if on cue, there was a streak of pink as the tiny cat shot into the room, bounded onto the bed, and meowed loudly demanding to be petted. While Feeney buckled Rika’s wrists, followed by her favorite part—the tall woman’s feet—Sing sat across Rika’s chest to buckle her neck. Sliding down along her body, she cinched the strap tightly around her waist. Sing smiled happily and seemed to have suddenly lost any trace of her former nervousness. With Rika now lying completely helpless on her back, Sing slid down onto the floor and stood awaiting further instructions from Feeney, who was obviously in control.

“I’ll take it from here, Cricket,” Feeney said softly. Sing bowed in Chinese style, grinning like a child at Disneyland. Then after quickly gathering up her blanket and pillow, she hurried out of the room, clinking along. Rika smiled up at Feeney. “Well, it looks like we have a new slave.” Feeney nodded. “A cute one with very nice little feet!”

“Phoenix, you are just full of surprises. Whatever made you decide to make a slave out of little Sing? Are you really serious about this?” Feeney nodded with conviction. “Dead serious!” “Fine, but why?” “Because she loves being submissive, and she may prove to be very helpful around here. Besides, I find that I rather like controlling her.” Rika struggled softly in the leather straps while considering Feeney’s words. “Well, she does seem to fit in.” “And?” Rika grinned. “And she does have incredibly cute little feet.” Feeney smirked. “Cuter than mine?” Rika took her time answering, torturing Feeney slightly by considering the question at length. “No, not quite as cute as yours. But then of course, mine are still the cutest!” “Snob!” Rika winked her green eye. “What are we going to do with her?” Feeney shrugged. “Anything we want. I have a feeling that our little Cricket will just love trying to please us in any way possible. But remember, she’s new to all this; we’ll have to go easy on her for a while.” Rika narrowed her eyes. “Do you think we can teach her to be dominant?” “Sure,” Feeney said. “We just need to take it slow and teach her what we both enjoy. I have a hunch that she’ll be more than happy to oblige.” “I’ve never actually had my own slave before.” “Me neither,” Feeney said, raising an eyebrow. “But now… I have two!” Rika met Feeney’s eyes and swallowed hard. “I guess that I forgot that old proverb: be careful what you wish for; it just might come true!” Feeney’s face reflected both contentment and excitement as she knelt at the foot of the bed. Her hands reached for the two extraordinary, beautiful bare feet before her. Her fingers found the soles and began to stroke them very gently. As her arousal slowly built to a fever pitch, she stood and moved to lie across her captive. Then she recalled that she had forgotten something rather important. Feeney stood and strode purposefully toward the bathroom counter.

Slaves Beneath the warm blanket, little pink Tickle lay coiled up against Sing’s stomach. He curled and uncurled his toes as the Chinese woman’s fingers found his most vulnerable spots; one on his tummy and the ones just behind his ears. Tickle was in cat heaven. Despite the late hour, Sing¾now named Cricket¾found it impossible to sleep. Laying the kitten on the blanket, she wandered the room, fascinated by the metal sculptures and paintings. Careful not to let her ankle chain make any noise that might awaken the two sleeping women, she quickly learned to take short, shuffling steps, like some old movie parody of a subservient Chinese woman. Sing smiled to herself. For the moment this was a role she was willing to play, but only because it pleased her to do so. Besides, she still had a lot to learn, and Feeney and Rika—especially Rika—could teach her much. But Sing harbored darker passions too, knowing that in time she would want to explore the depths of these as well. Sing liked Feeney and had been attracted to her from the first moment she saw her with Rika at the restaurant. She also trusted her; she was gentle and caring, and Sing knew that like herself, Feeney’s life was in transition as she came to grips with her sexuality. She really liked Rika too, although the woman’s physical size and strength, along with her incredible knowledge of bondage, intimidated her. In the dim glow of the ceiling track lights, Sing’s face wore a tight ironic smile. It had suddenly come to her exactly how to handle both her new friend Feeney and the tall, imposing Rika. Their feet! Sing was painfully shy and incredibly naïve about many things, but she possessed a razor-sharp mind capable of piecing things together quickly and putting them into logical order. The locking spats in the restaurant, and again in the bar; the excitement both Rika and Feeney had shown as they worshiped her feet with their tongues; the maddening tickle torture, even these metal sculptures. Feet! Both Rika and Feeney were all about feet. Feet were what aroused them; feet turned them on. At some very deep level, it was the essence of who they both were. Sing had also enjoyed having her feet touched and tickled. It had been a new experience for her, and she found it strangely arousing. Maybe in time it might even grow to become as important to her as it did to her new friends. But for now, knowing their little fetish gave her an incredible advantage. If she played into their fetish, it would endear her to them. Then in time after they had both become addicted to her attentions toward their feet, she could slowly gain control over them. Then they would both become her slaves! Sing’s smile tightened. ‘They both think that I’m just a poor lonely submissive. That was their first mistake!’ After using the toilet to pee, Sing quietly entered the bedroom. The single light from the ceiling was very dim, nearly out, but she could make out the forms of Rika and Feeney sound asleep, snuggled together on the bed like two spoons.

Straps lay curled beside them on the bed.

Curious, Sing knelt silently at the foot of the bed. Both women’s bare feet were exposed, protruding from beneath the blanket. Reaching out her hand, she stroked the sole of Feeney’s right foot as lightly as a mosquito’s wings touch a pane of glass on a warm summer night.

Feeney sighed and curled her toes.

Sing waited and counted to ten, then stroked the foot once more. The toes curled again.

Gathering courage, Sing shifted her attention to Rika. As her fingers moved slowly up the tall woman’s sole to her heel, Rika displayed the exact same reaction as Feeney; her toes tightly clenched and she sighed with pleasure.

Sing grinned from ear to ear as she continued working both women’s feet. Careful not to become too carried away and awaken them, she knelt quietly in the darkness, alternating at intervals between the women’s soft soles.

As her fingers slowly moved, pleasuring her sleeping victims with sweet erotic torture, they sighed repeatedly and snuggled closer together.

“It’s me, Sing, your little Cricket, that’s doing this to you!” She whispered softly. “Very soon I’ll have complete control of your beautiful bodies too, just like I now have control over your dreams!”

Driven by the erotic pleasure they felt, and sensing no real danger, the two women soon drifted into a profoundly deep sleep. Within both their minds, there only existed the vulnerable soft soles of their feet, and the teasing finger that controlled their dreams with helpless submission to its iron will.

Sing knelt quietly for some time, completely absorbed in her task. But at length the need to sleep overcame her. Moving atop the bed, she lifted the blanket and snuggled in against Feeney’s warm body to become the third spoon.

Still deeply asleep and highly aroused, Feeney encircled Sing with her arms, pulling the little Cricket back tightly against her breasts.

Feeney awakened groggy and confused, unsure where she was. Her mind was still occupied with the most erotic dream she had ever had. It had been so intense that even now, as consciousness slowly returned, she could still feel the wonderful touch of soft fingers moving gently across her foot.

She lay on her stomach, smiling to herself, remembering the night before and the feel of Rika’s warm body beneath hers as they made love.

As her mind began to clear, she was puzzled why the dream wasn’t fading. In fact, her arousal seemed to be growing stronger by the second. She became aware that a weight was holding her down against the mattress. She turned her head to either side to see two small bare feet tucked in against her rib cage. Someone was lying atop her and holding her feet by the ankles.

Then she felt the warmth of a tongue as it slid between the toes of her left foot. The combination of the tongue and fingers softly stroking the arches of her feet was incredible. Still half asleep, Feeney muttered, “Hey! What’s going on here? Rika?”

A soft musical voice said, “Rika’s gone. It’s me, your little Cricket.”

“Sing?” Feeney said, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Waking you up, sleepy head. It’s nearly eleven.”

Feeney squinted at the glowing numbers of the clock on the table beside the bed. She blew out a breath and buried her head back into the pillow. Sing’s mouth returned to her foot, and she could feel the small woman’s teeth as they began nibbling at the tips of her toes.

Feeney smiled and raised her head. “What on earth made you decide to wake me up like this?”

Sing lifted her head and turned toward Feeney. “Rika woke me up the same way this morning about eight. I really liked it, so I thought I’d do it for you too!”

“Of course… Rika!”

“So… do you like it?” Sing asked, her soft fingers still moving.

Feeney giggled. “I’m not quite sure. Why don’t you use your tongue some more and I’ll let you know.”

“You wish!” Sing teased.

“Hey!” Feeney said. “You’re supposed to be the slave here, you know?”

Sing spun around to sit on Feeney’s back. “That’s right, but Rika’s the boss around here, and she’s ordered me to make sure that you’re clean and dry when she gets back.” Sing slapped Feeney’s ass hard. “Now get moving!”

Now fully awake, Feeney sighed in resignation. “All right, all right! But would you mind getting off of me? I have to pee.”

Sing raised herself up on her knees allowing Feeney to turn over onto her back. When they were facing each other, she said, “I want to thank you for last night, Phoenix.”

Sing bent forward so that the cool chain connecting her manacles lay across Feeney’s breasts. She kissed Feeney’s mouth with such passion that Feeney felt herself blush. Instinctively, Feeney’s hands found the soles of Sing’s small feet and began to rub them.

Wearing a huge smile, Sing gazed up at the ceiling. “Ummmm. That feels absolutely wonderful!”

Suddenly, Feeney was in no particular hurry to leave the bed.

She congratulated herself for having had the wisdom to make friends with this little pixie woman. But at this moment, she faced a real dilemma; she desperately wanted Sing to press her nude body against hers and feel the wonderful pressure of nakedness against her tight bladder. But if she did, she would lose the beautiful little feet from her grasp.

Fortunately, Sing solved the problem for her.

Hopping off Feeney, Sing shuffled clinking towards the bathroom. “Come on lazy bones!” She said over her shoulder. “Time for your shower!”

Feeney’s Sunday morning shower proved to be quite memorable.

Sing was careful to keep Feeney out of the spray of warm water as she ordered her about like a prison matron, instructing her in no uncertain terms where to stand and what to do as she scrubbed her body.

Sitting cross-legged on the warm tiled floor, Sing brutally used the little stiff scrub brush on the soles of Feeney’s feet. Feeney gritted her teeth and made little pleading sounds. “Oh shit!”

“Shut up woman! If I know Rika, she’ll want to check these feet to make sure they’re nice and clean, and I don’t want her mad at me!”

“Shit!” Feeney said again, trying to maintain her balance as the sadistic brush continued moving relentlessly.

Absorbed in her task, Sing said, “Know what would happen if I were to scrub your feet like this every day?”

“Yeah,” Feeney said. “I’d go absolutely insane!”

“No.”

“I’d get soft feet?”

Sing nodded. “Correct. They’d become much more sensitive to someone’s touch, more ticklish. You’d like that, right?”

Feeney let out a squeal as the brush moved between her toes. “Do you know what you are, little Cricket?” she said.

“What?”

“You’re a fiend!”

Sing didn’t reply to this, but continued scrubbing the bottoms of Feeney’s feet until they were bright red. Then she stood, and shuffling in her chains, stepped into the short hallway, sliding the cell door closed behind her with a bang.

“Rinse off Phoenix,” Sing ordered. “I’m going to make you some eggs and bacon. I’m a pretty good cook, you know. I’ll be back for you when it’s ready.”

Turning her back without waiting for Feeney’s reply, Sing shuffled off.

“What a slave!” Feeney muttered, sitting down in the hot spray to wait.

Rika returned at one o’clock holding a black plastic bag and wearing a smug expression, like the proverbial cat that had just swallowed the mouse.

Feeney and Sing sat together on the leather sofa sipping coffee and watching her expectantly. Feeney was wearing her pink robe; Sing only her shackles.

“And just where have you been all morning?” Feeney asked.

Rika winked her blue eye. “That’s for me to know!”

“Keeping secrets, are we?”

Rika ducked the question. “You look nice and relaxed, cutie,” she observed.

Feeney shrugged. “I had a good sleep, and our little Cricket here has turned out to be rather good cook too.”

Rika winked at Sing. “So I found out this morning.”

Sing grinned. “Did you know that in China, people keep crickets in little cages as pets? They’re said to bring good luck.”

“Really?” Rika said.

Feeney wrinkled her nose. “Maybe, but *this”

“Cricket has much to learn about washing other women’s feet!” “Oh?” Rika said, her eyebrow rising. Feeney gave a short nod. “She nearly tore the skin off!” “Let me see,” Rika said. Feeney lifted her soles for inspection. Taking each heel in turn, Rika examined them closely. Then she looked at Sing and added, “A most excellent job Cricket, I’m impressed.” “Thank you, Rika,” Sing replied, sticking her tongue out at Feeney. “Traitor!” Feeney told Rika. “Rika?” Sing asked softly. “What little Cricket?” “I have to be at work by three. And I need to get dressed and feed Xing.” She raised her arms to show off the manacles. “We understand,” Rika said. “Then you should leave by…” She glanced at Feeney. “What? Two o’clock?” Feeney nodded. “But she stays chained until the moment she leaves.” “Of course.” Rika watched with interest as Sing blushed. Rika set the plastic bag on the table beside Feeney and pointed a long finger. “You two stay right where you are and drink your coffee. I want to get changed into something more comfortable.” “What’s in the bag?” Feeney asked. “A present for me?” “Maybe,” Rika said. “Maybe there’s something in there for both of you.” As Feeney and Sing turned their attention to the plastic bag, Rika jabbed her finger at both women one after another. “Don’t even think about touching it until I get back!” “Yes mam,” Feeney said, biting her lip to hide her smile. “Yes mam,” echoed Sing. * Rika returned a few minutes later wearing her black robe with pink piping and a pair of white cotton ankle socks. She carried her little black camera. The sight of the long perfect feet nestled warmly inside the socks tightened Feeney’s nipples. Rika didn’t seem to notice, but Sing winked at Feeney; she had noticed. A small alarm went off somewhere in the back of Feeney’s mind. Rika handed the camera to Feeney and knelt on the carpet. She took hold of Sing’s hand and gently pulled her from the sofa. “Sit here,” Rika said, tapping her thighs with her palms. “Facing Phoenix.” Sing was confused but did as asked. Wrapping her arms tightly around Sing’s chest, Rika nestled her head against the Chinese woman’s shoulder. “Take our picture cutie,” Rika said. Puzzled for a moment, Feeney nodded. “Uh, sure.” Feeney inspected the little camera for a second then lifted it to her eye. “Don’t you want her to smile? She’s not smiling.” “Smile Cricket,” Rika commanded. “I don’t want to smile. I don’t like having my picture taken.” “Too bad. I said… smile!” Rika dug her fingers into Sing’s ribs. Sing screamed with laughter and struggled violently in Rika’s tight grasp. Feeney snapped four pictures in rapid succession. “Did you get it?” Rika asked. “Can you see her chains?” Feeney turned a switch to review mode and looked at the little LCD screen. She nodded. “Perfectly.” Rika kissed Sing’s cheek. “Go… Sit!” she ordered. Sing resumed her seat on the sofa, still giggling. “What was that all about?” Feeney asked as she handed the camera back to Rika. Rika reviewed the four pictures carefully. “A little insurance.” She looked up. “Hand me the bag cutie.” Feeney took it from the table and passed it across to Rika, who scooted forward to sit on her heels. “Okay, shall we see what the Halloween bunny brought you both?” “Halloween bunny?” Feeney said disgustedly. “Is it candy?” Sing asked hopefully. Rika raised the bag to her face and peered inside. “Nope, not candy.” Then lowering it, she reached in to withdraw a small envelope which she handed to Sing. “What’s this?” Sing asked. “Open it,” Rika prompted. Sing tore open the envelope and dumped two keys into the palm of her hand. “Keys?” She said, looking up. Rika nodded. “The black one is for the door downstairs; the red one is to my apartment.” Sing beamed. “You’re giving me the keys to your apartment?” Rika lifted a haughty eyebrow. “Phoenix and I can’t be constantly bothered with having to let our slave in.” “Then… then you really do want me to come back!” Sing said, thrilled. “No, we don’t just want it; we insist on it!” Rika replied. “I don’t know what to say,” Sing stammered. “What’s your other day off?” Rika asked. “Excuse me?” “I know that you’re off on Mondays. What’s your other day off?” “Ah… Thursday,” said Sing. Rika nodded. “Good, that should work out nicely. Beginning tonight, you will finish your job at the restaurant, go home to change clothes and feed Xing, and then present yourself here. Do you understand?” “Yes Rika.” “And you’ll do the exact same thing on Wednesday night. Do you understand?” Sing nodded. “Yes Rika.” “We know that you’ll be tired after working all day, so we won’t make any demands on you until the next morning.” Sing nodded eagerly. “What do you want me to wear when I come?” Rika grinned and rolled her eyes at Feeney. “Who cares? As soon as you walk through that door you’ll be put into the same shackles you’re wearing now.” Sing’s eyes sparkled. “Yes Rika.” “Only the shackles!” “Yes Rika,” said Sing quickly. “I really like wearing them!” She gave Feeney a knowing look. “But where will I sleep?” “In the bed with Phoenix and I of course, just like last night.” Rika raised an eyebrow. “Why? Is that a problem for you?” Sing winked at Feeney. “No, no problem at all!” “Good,” said Rika, nodding her head. “Now there’s just one more thing…” “What?” Sing asked expectantly. “The Chinese restaurant; it belongs to your parents, right?” “Yes, and my grandparents before them.” Rika met her eyes. “Have you ever discussed your sexuality with them? I mean, do they know that you like… women?” Sing’s hands flew to her mouth. “Oh my God no! They’re very traditional; it would kill them!” “I thought as much,” said Rika. Feeney looked concerned. “Where is this going, Rika? You’re upsetting her.” Rika held up a palm. “Wait Phoenix. I’m not trying to upset our little Cricket; I just want to make something very clear to her.” Sing waited silently for whatever was to come. “We’ll keep your little dark secret safe Cricket, but only as long as you keep your word to us. If you don’t, I’ll personally hand these pictures to your parents!” Sing’s eyes became saucers as she stared numbly back at Rika. “The one showing you nude and chained in the arms of another woman.” Sing swallowed heavily. “Do you understand me little Cricket?” Rika said softly. Sing stared down into her lap for a time, then nodded slowly. “I really am a slave,” she said quietly. Then a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth. “Good, then it’s settled.” Rika turned to face Feeney. “Now let’s just see what the bunny has brought my cutie.” Rika withdrew another envelope but instead of handing it to Feeney, handed her the plastic bag instead. Feeney squinted suspiciously at the tall woman for a moment before taking it from her hand. “What’s this?” she asked. “A little something for you to wear to work on Tuesday,” Rika said casually. Feeney dumped the contents of the bag into her lap to find a blouse, a dress, underwear and a pair of shoes. Her eyes narrowed in confusion. “But… but these are my clothes!” Rika grinned, showing her sharp white teeth. “These were in my closet! Where did you get them?” “From the back of Syn’s pickup truck,” Rika said matter-of-factly. “Syn?” Feeney blurted. “What pickup truck? What the hell are you talking about, Rika?” “Syn was nice enough to loan us her truck this morning. She, Jackie, Maria, and Red used your keys to let themselves into your apartment.” Feeney’s mouth hung open. “Fortunately, the manager explained to me that it was a furnished apartment; we only had to gather up your clothes and personal stuff. We had everything in the truck in less than an hour. Don’t worry though; we didn’t miss anything, it’s all safe.” Feeney’s lips moved, but no sound came forth. “I explained to him that you wouldn’t be needing the apartment any longer. He didn’t seem to mind though; said he had a long list of other people waiting for one to become available.”

“Is nt gone?” Feeney asked, looking bewildered. Rika nodded. “Someone else is moving in this afternoon.” She paused. “Oh, by the way, the manager returned your deposit check to me.” Rika grinned. “Now you can buy even more new shoes!” Feeney’s eyes glistened. “But…but what am I going to do now? Where will I live?” Little pink Tickle chose this exact moment to jump into Feeney’s lap. Despite her distress, Feeney couldn’t help but smile as the kitten gave her a quizzical look and meowed loudly. “He’s saying welcome to your new home cutie,” Rika said, handing over the second envelope. Inside was a second set of keys. * Dumbstruck, Feeney’s hand began to idly stroke the kitten’s neck. “You…you want me to live here…with you?” She asked, raising her head to meet Rika’s multi-colored eyes. “Wow! That’s great, I’m really jealous!” Sing said excitedly. Feeney glanced at the Chinese woman and then back at Rika. “But…” “But what?” Rika interrupted. “You’ve been happy here, and we’re friends right?” For the first time in her memory, Feeney was able to meet Rika’s piercing gaze without looking away. “A little more than just friends I think.” Rika nodded. “Yeah, a whole lot more!” Tears were welling in her eyes. “I know that what I did this morning was selfish, but I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think that it would make you happy too.” Feeney simply stared at the tall woman, a half-humorous smile on her face. “Besides,” Rika said, wiping her blue eye with her finger, “Think of the money you’ll save. You’ll be able to buy a whole closet full of sandals!” “Or leather sex-toys!” Sing added excitedly. Shocked, both Feeney and Rika turned to stare at her. “So,” Rika said at last. “What do you say cutie?” Feeney raised her head and looked around the apartment as though she were seeing it for the first time. Then the corners of her mouth tugged upwards into a tight smile. “Then if that’s what you really want Rika, I accept! I’d love to live here with you!” * At two o’clock, free of her chains, and dressed in her clothes from the night before, Sing said goodbye to Feeney and Rika and left for work. The two roommates sat together on the leather sofa with Rika’s long bare feet pressed up against Feeney’s legs. As they sipped their margaritas they were strangely silent; both women were finding it difficult to express their feelings. Rika finally broke the silence. “Happy cutie?” Feeney met her eyes and nodded. “Yeah, spider-woman, you might say that.” Suddenly from out of nowhere, little pink Tickle bounded into Feeney’s lap, meowing angrily, and demanding once more to be petted. Both women laughed. “He’s half yours now you know,” Rika said. “Which half?” Feeney replied with a smile. They laughed once more. “Hey, I have a great idea!” Rika said. Feeney looked at her. “What?” “I’m kinda tired, let’s take a nice long nap together. Tickle can come too. Then later on we’ll take a long hot shower and get ready for tonight.” Feeney’s brow furrowed. “Tonight? What’s happening tonight?” Rika giggled, and as always, it sounded sexy. “Why the party of course!” “Party? What party?” Feeney asked, exasperated. “Why our party of course! You know, to celebrate…us!” Feeney squinted her eyes. “And just who’s coming to this party? Besides us I mean.” “Oh the usual band of culprits, Syn, Jackie and Maria, Red of course-probably with a date-and you and I.” She glanced at the kitten. “Mr. Tickle will be here too I believe.” Feeney smiled. “And what time do the festivities begin?” “Late. In the gay world, everything happens late. Besides, we have to wait for our little Cricket to get here. Syn seems most anxious to meet her.” Feeney snorted. “Most anxious to get her cute little feet into that shackle-trap she made you!” Rika grinned evilly. “Very likely. I’m certain that our little Sing will have a most…interesting…evening!” Feeney’s fingers had begun to softly stroke the soles of Rika’s perfect feet. After a moment, she nodded. “Sounds like a very interesting evening…but…” “But what cutie?” “Well, a nap would be great, but I was wondering…” Rika lifted one dark eyebrow. “Yes?” “Well, since that shackle-trap is currently not in use, and my poor feet are so sore from that evil Cricket’s abuse…maybe we could…” Without further word, Rika stood, and taking Feeney’s hand, let her into the bedroom.

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The End. Author’s note: Thanks to all who have taken the time to spend so many hours with Feeney and Rika: I hope that you enjoyed this long ride. I have written other on-line novels; ‘Amazon’, ‘No Smoking’ and ‘The Merchant of Venom’ being just a few. However I won’t tax your patience with these tales until later next year. Please look for two short stories; ‘Invasix” this weekend, followed by ‘Crazy Maggie’ soon to follow. Luckycat *