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You had taken a picture of the Vox ops on one of their missions, crowded together to get on a telepad; the picture was taken at a low angle, and you couldn't help but put special focus on their feet... their long slender legs ending in their form-fitting boots, crowded together, clamoring on top of each other. You published it privately with a lewd description, and you'd fantasized about them putting their talons all over your body-- willing or unwilling.

But you hadn't quite expected them to catch wind that it was you. With their glowing visors and quiet demeanor, they get you unaware in the library, striking you with a dart that turns everything black, and they begin to carry you off.

When you come to, it's in a cell, though one particularly comfy, as if to keep prisoners happy as they're captured. You stand up slowly, and the door pops open, and one of the Raiders approaches you-- planting a foot on your naked chest. Although it's a boot, it conforms to his bird foot nicely, and has a comfortable rubber bottom, which makes you briefly ignore that you've been pinned against the wall. Seems the Vox are more capable of fancy footwork than you realistically thought...

After pinning you, he grumbles something in Pidgin, and slowly lowers his foot. Wrapping his toes around your hardened cock, he briefly gives you two jerks, which eschew gasps of pleasure from your suddenly-awakened body. He drops his foot back down, calls back out of the room, and grabs your arm to begin taking you into the main area.

Four other birds sit around a very low casino table, and perk up as they see you. Although you're not handcuffed, you can't imagine taking any of them in a fight right now. The Vox drags you forth, then lets you stand still in the open, vulnerable, naked, afraid. He heads over to his own fifth seat at the table, and then all of them stare at you, then each other, then at you again.

The one who is seemingly the leader speaks in Common. "You're the one with the picture and the blog?"

You nod weakly, breath heavy.

"Forget all that, then. From now on, you're our foot slave. And we think you'll do it willing." He snickers, as do the rest of them, and then he brings his legs up to rest on the table, which is still very low to the ground, where the chairs are quite high up. He nods, hoping you get the message, and begins to take off his boots, revealing long slender tight-fitting latex socks.

And you do. You saunter over, climb onto the table, gulp, and begin to crawl towards his outstretched legs and his latex-coated feet, crossed on top of each other. With mild hesitation, you dip your head down, and begin to suck on his latex-coated toes. Your needy, horny demeanor shows just how much you're enjoying this demeaning role, and as you lick and nom needily on his soles and talons, he curls his toes, chuckling. The chuckle is warmer, now. You go to town on him, rubbing your face up against his latex-socked feet and savoring every second.

After a little while, he beckons you to back up a bit. Still knelt, you scoot back, and immediately, he places the latex-coated talons around your length, beginning to jerk you off. "A little reward," he says, chuckling once more. His warm, deft latex-soled feet give you the footjob of your life, tickling and gyrating and pressing tightly, both teasing and fulfilling at the very same time. It only takes a couple minutes for you to boil up into orgasm, moaning and collapsing a little in embarrassment as you start to cum onto his feet. He makes a blanket for the load, pressing his calves together and wrapping around your head softly.

As you finish, though, you don't feel drained-- only more invigorated than before. It's like the very air in the room wants you to go at it for much, much longer...

"You're going to have to clean that off," he snickers. "Lay down."

Following his commands, cum still leaking from your cock, you do so, your head laid right by his cum-splattered latex socks. With this position, the other four birds seem to know it's their chance. They keep their boots on, as they're almost as soft as the socks and much more dominative, and begin to caress and pin everything below your neck. The bird who encountered you earlier seems content in pressing on your chest and massaging, telling you quietly to stay in your place, while another two birds begin to give you a more punishing footjob, pressing your sensitive cock against your stomach and rubbing your crotch all over. The last one dances his feet all over your body, just satisfied to have someone to dominate.

All the while, the leader gently presses his soles on your mouth, beckoning you to suck and lick, cleaning them of your cum. You oblige with a shudder, needily moaning and groaning with every movement of the dominative birds.

Seemingly in sync, the raiders begin to unzip their armor, revealing many rock-hard erections in a few different sizes. Utterly satisfied to have a foot slave like yourself, they begin jerking off with similar grunts and moans, all the while stomping and rubbing and massaging you with their rubber boots and latex socks. Ten bird feet completely pin you to the comfy table, and as you cum from the sheer might of it all, they continue the process by having you clean the load off their boots and talons...



Later that night, you find yourself stark naked with an intense erection in the center of a communal bed. Four of the five birds lay asleep, their long slender legs ending in latex-socked feet which rest on you as their foot mat, while the leader remains awake, softly mussing your hair and tapping at your head with his similarly deft, long latex-clad feet. Sleeping is nigh impossible, as every shift from one of the sleeping birds rubs your cock or body in such a way as to keep you constantly aroused and aware, occasionally coming to an orgasm you struggle to stay quiet during.



The first bird to come home is always the cocky one who first greeted you in your cell. After a long day of close calls and struggles, he's always eager to pin you against a wall, rub his soft rubber-booted feet all over you, push you to the carpeted ground and dominate you for half an hour at a time before finally letting you cum. He'll generally kneel you down in front of a bed and sit above you, having you suck him off while he presses on you and gives you a slow, methodical, tantalizing footjob, using every opportunity he can to dominate and tease you, before finally letting you cum between his talons once he finishes down your throat. All this before finally taking off his armor and relaxing, usually telling you to give his latex-socked feet a footrub until the others get back.

The next two arrivals are the Vox who go on jobs as partners, and as they enter chuckling and drinking tea, they soon undo the crotch straps on their armor and get handsy with each other. Once retreated to a bedroom, they force you to be their footmat-- as they sit on the bed and jerk each other off, occasionally leaning over to suck on each other's cocks, they lay all four soft rubber-booted feet on top of you, rubbing and pushing and caressing. Sometimes they move on to anal, with the more dominative one sitting on top of the other, playing with his lover's penis and gyrating happily. As they both moan and satisfy each other, they have you kneel in front to support all four feet with your hands and mouth, finally bringing down for a four-footed footjob as they bring each other to climax and let you finish on their soles, leaving all four of you a sweaty, satisfied mess.

Now with three birds satisfied, they have you tend to their latex-socked feet as they rest up, making the footrubs a communal affair in the central table.

The fourth bird to arrive is always the most exhausted and adrenaline-fueled, as he enters and immediately has you suck him off some, rubs against you and frots his cock against yours, and soon moves on to pounding you. As he roughhouses your prostate and grunts in pleasure, his slick cock fills you with warmth and sends your mind flailing. After a while, he flips the situation, setting you down on the bed flat and pinning you by inserting your cock into his succulent hole. He then extends his feet to rub over your face dominatively, leaving you little room to move, and bounces softly on your crotch, giving you an intensely warm hole that tightens around your length. He times it to cum as you do, his prostate massaged and his expression wild as his beak gets pulled open by pleasure, and lets you fill him up with seed as you melt, moaning and drooling, into the comfort of his feet around your face.

The four birds now laze around, socializing and talking about their days or reading their PDAs, while you tend to their feet with adept hands, satisfying and relaxing each of them.

When the leader gets home, he sits down at the head of the table and asks for especial attention. You immediately begin licking at his talons and soles, rubbing his legs and taking off his armor slowly. Your newfound erection rubs against the soft table as you attend to him for extended periods of time, engorging yourself on his toes and eventually taking off his boots, much to his satisfaction. You spend so long sucking on his latex-covered feet, caressing with your face, letting him satisfy you with an ultra-soft footjob from time to time. It feels like a give-and-take, but you know you're here for him above all else. As he rubs your face and sticks his toes in your mouth, he uses one other foot to softly jerk your head, and within seconds you're brought to orgasm after half an hour of teasing and worship, cumming softly as he congratulates you.