Flawless Crystal, Chapter 6

"Isn't she the best?"
	"Yeah, totally! My feet needed this."
	Crystal was still kneeling in that same demeaning position hours later, and now she was giving a foot massage to the one of the dancers.
	"Is that enough pressure for you, Miss?" Crystal asked the brunette girl who was seated in front of her.
	She addressed her as 'Miss' because Nina told her to – Crystal was technically doing a job right now, and that was the proper way for her to address her classmates whenever she was serving them.
	"Actually, could you use a little more? I was dancing for hours... Ah, just like that! Thank you!"
	Crystal smiled, and forced her tired hands to continue applying that much more pressure on this spoiled girl's feet. Her name was Chelsea, and she had considerable callus on her soles. It was particularly noticeable around the outer edge of her big toes, her heels, and wherever else they rubbed up against her pointe shoes. Chelsea's feet were absolutely packed with rigid muscles, and her toned calves told the story of a girl who did a lot of physical exercise – she was the prima ballerina, after all. Chelsea wore a vibrant red nail polish on her toes, which was something that ballerinas normally wouldn't indulge in. But with the availability of robotic labor, it was easy and fast to have that nail polish removed before a dance session then re-applied right afterwards.
	"I wasn't sure about this at first" Chelsea began, "but I like it more when a person does my foot massage, compared to a robot. There's something so poetic about having a girl moisturize my feet by hand."
	The other dancers – Sasha and Tatiana nodded, echoing a sentiment that Crystal had heard several times that morning.
	"Place your thumb on her abductor hallucis muscle," Nina commanded – a way of checking to see if Crystal was properly learning anatomy as she performed these endless foot rubs.
	The beleaguered blonde teenager did so without missing a stroke of the massage, and her bracelet flashed green.
	"It's like she's reading my mind!" Chelsea exclaimed, "Can we have you at every one of our classes?"
	Each of the students giggled at the suggestion, and wholeheartedly agreed with their leader. This put some pressure on Crystal, who now had three girls looking down at her expecting a positive reply. She had never felt more small in her life.
	"Uh, maybe..."
	"Come onn," Chelsea persisted, "Having a foot expert on our team could really help us get top marks in the competitions... Just think about it, okay? If you are this good now, I can't imagine how helpful you would be after a few weeks working with our team."
	"That would be so awesome!" said Tatiana, who had strawberry blonde hair, long legs, and feet that were just slightly bony.
	This incensed Crystal. Why couldn't these girls just get one foot massage and be happy with it? No, they wanted her to spend weeks 'working with their team' – that is, kneeling before each of the dancers and focusing her time and energy on how to perform better massages for the whole squad! It would be one thing if they were compensating Crystal for all of this, but the only 'payment' she would receive was time towards the Rift. And she wasn't even sure how much time she would be awarded. That depended entirely on Bonnie's whims!
	"I'll think about it," Crystal dodged, and thankfully the girls started talking about the drama in their own lives.
	For the most part, the only interactions Crystal had were with Nina, who acted like a cross between her teacher, coach, and boss.
	"You're starting to slow down," the faerie cautioned her, "Please maintain a constant speed and pressure. That is what makes a massage so pleasant."
	Crystal resented this sort of micro-management, particularly because Nina had perfect knowledge of when she was 'slacking off.' But she needed to perform well on these massages, and then also do well on the test so she could finally get back to her virtual kingdom. Her mom's words haunted her – what better proof was there of an addiction than the fact that she was kneeling on the floor rubbing girls' feet so she could get to the Rift? Crystal pushed those troubling thoughts away, which was easy enough because the 'anatomy lesson' occupied so much of her attention.
	"Great job!" Nina cheered when Crystal correctly identified a specific nerve by tracing her fingers gently along its length.
	"I will page Bonnie. I think you're ready for the test!"
	Crystal had mixed feelings about this.
	It signaled the end of her time doing these stupid foot rubs, sure, but she also hated the idea of Bonnie being in charge of her. Sasha and Tatiana were lounging nearby – they hadn't even bothered putting their shoes back on when Crystal had finished working on them. Crystal found herself thinking about the body language of these dancers, their feet in particular. Something about the the languid way they outstretched their legs reminded her of a sleeping cat; their soles still glistening with scentless oil that one of the robotic servants had given Crystal to use for their massages. Tatiana and Sasha had that 'just got pampered' look, and their exposed feet drew many jealous glances from the other girls in the lounge. People's curiosity was growing. At one point, Nina made a comment that Crystal could easily spend her entire day here. At other times, she told Crystal to re-apply her lip gloss.
	Bonnie strolled into the student lounge a little while later. Sarina was following her again – she opened the door for Bonnie and kept a few paces behind her, in case she needed anything. Crystal wondered why this girl would degrade herself in such a way, but realized that she was passing judgment on Sarina for the exact sort of behavior that she, herself, was guilty of. Was it any better acting like a public foot servant?
	"My turn!" Bonnie announced, snapping her fingers at Chelsea to tell the girl to vacate the seat.
	The three dancers left with satisfied looks on their faces, promising to come back another time.
	Bonnie kicked off her flip flops and expectantly thrust her feet into Crystal's space, proving herself far more impertinent than anyone else Crystal had seen so far. It was all Crystal could do to not grimace and betray her feelings about how offensive this all was. Bonnie had probably come from dancing: a thin layer of perspiration coated her feet and a faint aroma surrounded them. It was the sharp aroma of tired feet, yes, but also of essential oils like lilac and geranium. Had Bonnie put perfume on, in anticipation of this?
	"Sarina! Here, take my phone and help record Crystal's lesson," Bonnie said, handing her smartphone over to the cowed girl.
	It wasn't necessary for Bonnie to do this – one of the deep black security robots had been watching Crystal's work the whole morning. The imperious girl could have just told the robot to film, but Bonnie liked nothing better than demonstrating her power over people. It deepened Crystal's humiliation to have a girl standing nearby filming and creating a permanent record of what she was doing. She could 'tune out' the security drone, and make peace with friends like Lillian and Kelsey watching, but it was impossible to ignore a girl standing there, holding a camera in a very high-key fashion.
	 "Crystal, please touch where the calcaneal tuberosity is located."
	That was an easy one, at least. Crystal took Bonnie's ankle in her left hand, and then placed one finger on the bottom of her heel, towards the back. Well, 'easy' might not be the right word – it made her skin crawl to have Bonnie's massive feet so close to her face, but the question itself was easy to answer. Her bracelet glowed green, and Nina did an exaggerated applause that made Crystal want to roll her eyes.
	"Good! Oh, and this is totally up to you, but I have a... way for you to earn extra credit."
	"What's that?" Crystal asked.
	"Instead of using your finger to point out where things are, could you... use the tip of your nose?"
	Crystal inhaled sharply, only to be met with more of the acrid aroma of Bonnie's feet commingled with priceless oils. This was beyond the pale!
	"W-why?"
	"Come on, do you really want me to explain?" Bonnie snapped, taking a rather condescending tone,
	"This test is mostly about facing the things that make you uncomfortable. And maybe it will humble you a little bit too – we both know that's something you need."
	'How much more can they humble me?' Crystal thought to herself, but then she saw Sarina filming her every move, and didn't want to know the answer to that question.
	As much as she wanted to say 'no' and to abruptly drop Bonnie's feet and walk away from all of this, her thoughts mostly revolved around how great the Rift was compared to this world and how close she was to going back there. Her decision, therefore, was way more complicated than it should have been. All of her mental calculus brought her to the same answer: that it was worth this sort of treatment, to get back there.
	"Fine," she whispered, and her stupid bracelet pulsated a green color.
	"Perfect! Okay, for this next part, I want you to identify each of my metatarsal bones from the dorsal side. Here, I'll put my feet on the floor to make it easier for you."
	Utterly defeated, Crystal lowered her pretty face to the floor until it was practically touching the tops of Bonnie's bare feet. Now they dominated every facet of her perception: they were all she could see, smell, or think about. This was far and away her lowest moment: kneeling on all fours with her head stooped down, performing this preposterous exercise.
	"Can you angle your face a little bit towards Sarina?" Bonnie asked sweetly.
	Crystal blushed scarlet as she tilted her face towards Bonnie's assistant. Sarina had also knelt down to get a close-up shot of Crystal as she traced the tip of her nose down each of the bones that gave structure to Bonnie's slender toes. And although Crystal was disgusted with herself for thinking this, she had to admit that Bonnie's feet benefited as much as every other part of her body from her genetic modifications. They were without blemish. They were as though sculpted by a loving deity with a very particular focus.
	"You can do the phalanges too, right up to the margo liber unguis."
	That was a fancy way of Bonnie telling Crystal to run her nose all the way down to the tips of each of her nails, which were painted a subtle pink color. The blonde teenager had to gather her hair up in one hand so it wouldn't fall everywhere, holding it behind her head in a loose ponytail as she completed this odious task. If she thought she was intimately acquainted with Bonnie's feet before, this was a new level entirely. She was so close, and her vision so good, that she could see the goosebumps that appeared on Bonnie's feet as she traced her nose along their length, all the way down to her nails. Just as she had been instructed to do.
	"Good!" Bonnie announced,
	"Now, let's do it one more time, but on the plantar side... Just so we can be sure it wasn't a lucky guess!"
	Bonnie uplifted her feet, exposing her soles to Crystal in a manner that would be considered obscene in many cultures. Reflexively, Crystal felt her limbs tense and her face go taut. Her hesitation didn't go unnoticed.
	"Come on, Crystal: this is the last part of the test. If you do this, I'll send you home and you can log right on to the Rift!"
	Nina corroborated this claim, pointing her magic wand at the cooldown timer which popped up on Crystal's phone screen, suggesting that she could reduce it to 0. That was all it took. Crystal felt like a girl possessed as she nearly dived towards the mid-line of Bonnie's soles, daintily brushing her nose up their length, her movements guided by the bones in the girl's toes. All the while, Bonnie glared down at her like some disdainful aristocrat which made her think of Remya. Crystal's body trembled in a futile show of dread – if the Rift benefited from her feeling embarrassed, this must have been the most profoundly embarrassing moment so far. Until --
	"Uh, what is she doing?" came an unfamiliar girl's voice.
	Crystal froze up, her eyes shot open and she became freshly aware of how strange and pathetic she looked right now.
	"Is she like, kissing your feet?"
	Crystal felt a pit in her stomach and she again had to fight back against the urge to get up and run away. If she did, she would forfeit everything and this would have all been pointless. With the utmost in self-discipline, Crystal remained in that exact spot, even though Ellie and Cat were standing there watching.
	"This is part of her Rift exercise," Bonnie countered, making it clear that she didn't appreciate the interruption,
	"Leave her alone! Continue, Crystal.'
	Crystal wished that she could disappear as she again pressed her nose against Bonnie's arches. Ellie and Cat were giggling as they watched and when Crystal pressed her nose into that space beneath the toes, they practically squealed.
	"Aah! She's going all the way to the toes! She must really love it!" Ellie said.
	"Crystal, did your genetic modifications give you a foot fetish by accident?" Cat asked in a mocking tone.
	"Do you mind if I get this on video, too?" Ellie announced, whipping out her phone.
	"No. Get the fuck out of here," was Bonnie's harsh reply.
	The girls acted like they were going to leave, but still stuck around trying to see more of the action. Crystal only vaguely knew them – both pale white girls who dyed their hair black and got too many piercings to be edgy – but she just couldn't bring herself to continue with a hostile audience like this. As much as she wanted back in the Rift, this was arguably too much. Bonnie must have sensed this.
	"Security," Bonnie murmured.
	The security robot stood upright like a soldier at attention. Unlike a domestic servant, this obsidian black security drone had an armored chassis reminiscent of a strong person wearing platemail. These things were designed to prevent school violence – it could survive a point-blank shotgun blast and it looked appropriately intimidating, when necessary.
	"Why don't you help Ellie and Cat go find another place where they can act basic?"
	"What the hell?" Ellie cried out as the robot started moving towards them, "We have a right to be here!"
	 "Not when you're bullying someone," Bonnie said,
	"If you are acting like a bully, the security robots can take action to stop it. The student council just decided that Rift assignments are a protected class of behavior."
	Bonnie was saying this as the robot forced the two girls out of the room using its enormously powerful body. They balked, but didn't try to fight back.
	"Back to work, Crystal! Come on, you're so close. All you have to do is my left foot, see?"
	Bonnie spread her toes as Crystal obsequiously took her ankle in both hands and started caressing its sole once more with the tip of her nose. Was Bonnie protecting her? Not really. And if she was, Crystal didn't want that sort of protection. This was a new side of the girl, drunk on power, and it was a little frightening to think about how naturally she dealt with 'bullies.' Not to mention the fact that Bonnie was bullying Crystal into doing this in the first place! And why was Sarina allowed to film, but Ellie wasn't?
	When Crystal finished running her nose along the pinky toe of Bonnie's left foot, she didn't feel accomplished. She just felt used.
	"Great job! One hundred percent!" Bonnie said, giving a little golf clap.
	 "As a Young Pioneer, I think that you have earned your way back to the Rift. I am reducing your timer to zero. You can finish out the school day if you want, or you can go home and play right now!"
	There was tremendous fanfare on the screen of Crystal's smartphone. Nina was showering digital confetti everywhere and doing a silly little dance on top of the timer which now read 0:00:00. The sight of that changed the girl's mentality in a fundamental way – her heart rate must have doubled and she was giddy with anticipation. The Rift was finally open to her again! It felt like she was being allowed to re-enter the Garden of Eden!
	"I'll go right now," Crystal said, hurrying to stand, feeling a little dizzy because she had been kneeling for so long. Some of the oil from Bonnie's soles had rubbed off on the tip of her nose; she would be smelling lilacs and geranium all the way home.
	"Make sure to thank Bonnie," Nina warned her.
	"Th-thank you for helping me," Crystal forced herself to say, incredulous that she was thanking Bonnie after the girl made her worship her feet in front of the whole school.
	"You're welcome!"
	Pleasant images danced through Crystal's mind as she skipped school and got in a self-driving car to go home.
	"Wow, look how happy you are!" Nina commented when she was reviewing the selfie that Crystal took to unlock her phone.
	She had to admit that she looked happy, even if her smile was bordering on manic. 'Mania' might be a better term for her feeling, in fact. The car was moving too fucking slow and her knuckles went white every time they hit a red light.
	"Come the FUCK on!" Crystal whispered under her breath, ready to shout at an old lady who took too long to cross the street.
	 When she got home, she flew up the stairs and shut the door to her room. Within moments, she placed the Rift helmet back on and reclined on her bed. She was hysterically happy, happier than she had been in years, so joyous that every other experience paled in comparison. She had so much to do!
	She would build up her kingdom's defenses, talk to nobles to gather their armies to her cause, create a just legal system that ensured the prosperity of all --
	Then she was back in the infinite white space, wearing the white catsuit that read 'CRYSTAL MAIRA,' with Nina hovering in the distance laughing at her.
	"Welcome back!" her tormentor said.
	"No..."
	The memories staggered Crystal as they flooded back into her consciousness: licking Bonnie's fingers after she played with herself, licking the soles of her feet, then acting like a shoe bitch for demanding older women. They had tormented her for Remya and her investors' profit and enjoyment, and now she had re-arranged her entire life just so she could hurry back for them to do it some more!
	Even the memory of Zarie was cold comfort, as Crystal realized exactly how awful she had acted towards her own mom when the woman was only trying to help. Crystal gave Nina a black look, but of course that didn't accomplish anything.
	"For this next game, we will need to change your appearance a little bit..."
	Crystal's perspective shifted from first person to third so she could watch this transformation.
	The first thing to change was her hair: it went from blonde to a mousy, totally unremarkable brunette color. Its texture change from being voluminous and thick to very fine, then it styled itself to be rather short with long side-swept bangs. Although the look was chic, it was something that a more mature woman would wear – like an actress playing a stern, loveless lawyer.
	Then Crystal lost some height, until she stood at a below average 1.6 meters tall. Her boobs went down a few cups to better fit her new frame, and her thighs took on a layer of baby fat. That type of 'softness' applied itself onto the rest of her body: her once-pert backside was now pillowy verging on thick. The last thing to change were her hands, which became dainty and overtly feminine, almost doll-like.
	And what could she do to protest? Nothing, and it was no less disturbing to have the Rift change her body in this more 'realistic' way than it was when they changed her into a fantasy little pixie.
	"What's the game this time?" Crystal asked, her voice filled with fatigue.
	"You're going to play a school simulation," Nina said,
	"Kind of ironic, huh? You cut class to come play this game, but in the game, you're just going back to school!"
	Crystal didn't make much of a reply. She was still trying to wrap her head around how the Rift could alter her memories so easily.
	"Well, I see the humor in it," Nina continued,
	"Anyway, here is your first narrative: You are going to be an incoming freshman at Femdom High School!"
	Crystal's mouth dropped open as Nina pulled a screen out of the infinite white limbo to accompany her lecture.
	"Your curriculum will entail things like how to use your tongue to please a woman, how a slave should act towards her betters, and you will have to dodge the bullies that have free reign over the school."
	Crystal watched as a group of cheerleaders pulled a girl from the hallway into the bathroom, and started spitting insults at her. The girl was completely outnumbered, and there was a marked physical difference between the small, shy student and the cheerleaders who were all amazonian beauties. They took no small amount of pleasure in tying their victim's hands behind her back before stepping out of their panties and dropping them into all into the same toilet bowl. Then, they picked her up and brought her towards it, flipping her upside down...
	"Now the cool part of this narrative is that it's so open-ended," Nina said, cutting away from the girl whose physique was so similar to Crystal's that it was obvious she was meant to be a stand-in for her.
	"This girl is getting a swirlie because, among other reasons, she didn't have a 'specialty.' Depending on how you play, you could just be safe beneath a teacher's desk learning the exact right amount of pressure to put on her clit to keep her on the edge for as long as she wants..."
	 Crystal gasped when she saw that same girl  hunched beneath a desk that deliberately left too little room for her. She was contorting herself to nestle her face between the stockinged thighs of... Remya Cottrell!? Except Remya was dressed like a teacher out of some dirty magazine: lacquered chopsticks in her hair, blouse falling open, abandoning herself to the pleasure that her little student was bringing her.
	Crystal's cheeks flushed as she thought about how galling this was, but Nina immediately change up her attack.
	"Hey, do something for me really quick," the faerie said,
	"I want you to imagine yourself in Remya's position instead of identifying as her personal pussy licker. Can you do that for me?"
	"W-what?"
	"Just do your best."
	Crystal tried to imagine what it would be like to play as Remya sitting in that chair, instead of the girl kneeling before her. But for some incomprehensible reason, she just couldn't seize onto that specific narrative. Every attempt failed. She mentally slipped out of the chair until she was looking up at its rightful inhabitant: Remya Cottrell. This was confusing, and Nina's presence made it moreso because of the suspicion that every failed attempt was empowering her and the Rift. It left Crystal with so many unanswered questions: were they changing her imagination? What did it say about her, that she could only think of herself as the sex slave and not the owner? Was this just a ploy – were they making her think this way?
	'I need to be careful,' Crystal mentally soothed herself, 'I can't start tripping myself up about whether they're inserting thoughts into my mind. That's... not a good road to go down.'
	"Time to get started!" Nina announced.
	The Rift transported Crystal into a modified replica of her school, but not before changing her outfit to a school girl's uniform that immediately made her feel self-conscious. She now had on a knife-pleated white skirt, a sailor collar short-sleeved shirt in a deep blue color (complete with white button embellishments), and some kind of wrap that went from her chest to behind both shoulders that was tied off in a butterfly broach. To make matters worse, a simple glance around confirmed that this school didn't require uniforms. Other girls had on athleisure wear, jeans, dresses, all manner of clothes while she stood out like a sore thumb in her disarming little uniform.
	To top it all off, she was barefoot.
	And maybe it was the fact that she was now so short, but the school seemed to tower over her like a malevolent space. The pleasant, dreamlike quality she had ascribed to the Rift in waking life was nowhere to be found. Now this 'game' was like a nightmare she was being forced to endure – already she was drawing unfriendly glances from other students, and the resultant fear made her scurry towards the entrance. Her bare feet  scraped against the rough concrete steps: not dangerous per se, but enough to create a constant layer of discomfort and vulnerability.
	At the top of the steps weren't security drones, like Crystal would have expected, but two prefects who were checking the ID cards of certain students as they passed through the doors. There was an obvious pattern by which the prefects decided which students to check with the smaller, less popular girls getting scrutinized while the taller students just walked by smiling at the sight of students getting hassled. This level of anxiety about going to school was a completely new feeling to Crystal -- her gene mods had toned down a lot of those kinds of emotions. Because of that, she hadn't developed effective coping mechanisms, which made all of this even harder to deal with.
	One petite blonde student caught Crystal's eye: she had her nose up against the wall as one of the prefects stood behind her, practically mauling her tits from behind as she whispered into the girl's ear.
	"Stop right there!" one of the students checking I.D.s addressed Crystal, "You are being selected for a random search."
	Her name was Beatrix, she had auburn hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that gave her a rather imposing look. Normally, Crystal would have been eye-to-eye with her, but now she had to look up to meet the girl's almond-shaped eyes.
	"Stand against that wall, facing it."
	Crystal did as she was told, afraid of racking up more 'Flaws' that Nina would use to punish her, but she was no less afraid of upsetting Beatrix. She gasped when Beatrix kicked her legs apart and rested both hands on her hips, leaning so close to Crystal's ear that she could feel her hot breath against it.
	"Stand on your tip toes for me.. I will need to restrain you so you don't run away," Beatrix whispered, her voice deep and dripping with lust.
	Goosebumps went down Crystal's back as she obeyed, and this only emboldened Beatrix even further. And then the girl placed her lips against Crystal's neck and started sucking on it!
	"Mmn!" Crystal winced – she was very sensitive in that particular spot, but she didn't like the fact that Beatrix was forcing this on her.
	 If she heard, Beatrix didn't care. As she suckled on Crystal's neck, she caressed her entire torso up and down – nominally in search of 'contraband,' but it was much more like she was a lover exploring Crystal's body. She saved Crystal's breasts and the contents of her panties for last, enjoying the rest of this invasive process beforehand. When the time came for Beatrix to 'search' those more intimate areas, she first bit into Crystal's neck – not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to be more painful than pleasant. Some saliva was trickling down from that spot, and everywhere it touched, her nerves came alive with pleasure. Poor Crystal couldn't marshal her thoughts: this was offensive and demeaning, but why did it have to feel so fucking good?
	 Then Beatrix used the Rift to make Crystal's clothes semi-intangible so that her hands slipped right through them and onto the skin beneath. Slowly, languorously, Beatrix moved her hands up Crystal's ribcage towards her breasts. When Crystal tried to shake her off, she only dug her teeth a little deeper into her neck which had a pacifying effect on the girl.
	"Nnn!" Crystal squeaked when Beatrix finally cupped her boobs between her hands, giving them a precursory squeeze before taking a while to massage, knead, and stroke them. She even flicked her fingers across Crystal's small pink nipples; something that Crystal hadn't known that she enjoyed until that exact moment. When Beatrix pulled her mouth away, Crystal was both relieved and disappointed – the logic of this place confounded her.
	"Well, you're clean up top," Beatrix husked,
	"But I need to be... very thorough. Stay exactly where you are. If you move a hair, I'll send you to Headmistress Lillian, for discipline."
	Crystal bit her lip as Beatrix wrapped her left arm around her body, grabbing one breast with her left hand as her right lazily drifted down Crystal's abdomen, towards her panties. Only now did the girl realize that they were sodden, and the embarrassment of Beatrix finding out was nearly enough to get her to push her away/ Crystal was a shivering mess, knitting her eyebrows together and begging for any sort of intervention. When Beatrix's fingertips reached the waistband of her panties, though, she stopped.
	"Hmm, I guess this belongs to someone else," Beatrix explained, "Or at least, they get to go first. Well, I'll just have to keep an eye on you, Crystal Maira."
	Then she pulled away, saying that Crystal had passed her security screening and was free to go into the school. And although it was a busy morning, none of the other students noticed anything odd about having a girl groped right in front of everyone. If anything, they were happy to see Beatrix doing her job. The auburn-haired prefect had a high color in her cheeks, and looked out for her next girl to 'search' as Crystal walked away blushing, angry, and aching with desires that she didn't care to give names to.