Ritsuko and Asuka's New Slave

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Shinji Ikari.

The third child and second to join the fight against the Angels.

Essentially abandoned by his father at a young age, the boy craved affection and approval from his father. This had made it easy to manipulate him into piloting Evangelion Unit 01 and fighting in mankind's war against the Angels. 

Of course, affection and approval could be used to make him do other things, and Doctor Ritsuko Akagi wanted to see just what she could make him do.

See, Ritsuko had thought long and hard about what she wanted in a partner. She wanted someone who would listen to her and do as instructed, someone who would take care of ANY of her needs. But most important of all, they had to either already or learn to enjoy her fetishes. A realization had then washed over Ritsuko as it became clear she had been dating the wrong Ikari. 

Gendo had been a stubborn man who refused to bulge, and as a result Ritsuko had never gotten what she truly wanted out of the relationship. 

Shinji, however, would do just about anything if given enough approval and affection, and thus Ritsuko began planning to make the young Ikari hers.

“You wanted to see me Doctor Akagi?” Shinji said as he entered Ritsuko’s office. With the war with the Angels over, Shinji and the other pilots had found themselves spending less and less time in the Geofront, and in all honesty Shinji was fairly sure this was his first time in the facility in months. There had been various tests the pilots had had to take part in, but as more time passed they became increasingly infrequent until they ceased altogether.

“Yes Shinji, and please close the door behind you,” Ritsuko said, only briefly moving her gaze from her computer screen to Shinji. Given how focused she was on the screen, Shinj assumed whatever she was looking at was related to why he had been called in. Once the door was closed Shinji took a seat on the chair in front of Ritsuko’s desk and placed his hands on his lap. Silence filled the room, making the young man uncomfortable as he began wishing for Ritsuko to turn her attention to him.

Finally, after several minutes Ritsuko turned her gaze away from her computer and towards Shinji. The expression on her face was mostly neutral, but there was something about the way she was looking at Shinji that made the young man feel both uncomfortable and slightly aroused.

“What do you think of women’s feet?” Ritsuko asked in a casual tone that betrayed how sudden and unexpected a question it was. 

Despite having nothing in his mouth, Shinji nearly choked at Ritsuko’s words. The young man had absolutely no idea how to answer the question, especially since it was asked by someone who was still technically his superior. 

But as Ritsuko’s gaze remained fixed on him, Shinji felt that he had to give an answer, and that the answer had to be what he thought she wanted to hear.

“I like them?” Shinji said, hesitancy clear in his voice as Ritsuko’s lips curled into a smile.

“Do you?” the older scientist asked as she leaned forwards. “Or are you just saying that?”

“No no,” Shinji said, raising and waving his hands as he denied the (accurate) accusation. “I like them,” he insisted.

“Well, in that case, I hope you don’t mind doing something for me,” Ritsuko said as she reached for something seemingly under her desk and out of Shinji's line of sight.

“What would that be?” Shinji hesitantly asked. A part of him didn’t like where this was going and wanted to come up with some excuse to leave. But, at the same time a larger part of him wanted to see what Ritsuko wanted him to do. 

“I want you to smell this,” Ritsuko said as she set something down on her desk, causing Shinji to silently stare at it before flicking his gaze between it and Ritsuko.

The item in question was one of Ritsuko’s high heeled shoes, and once Shinji’s mind processed what was before him, he said the first thing that came to his mind.

“Is this a joke?” Shinji asked, hesitancy more clear in his voice than before. 

“It is not a joke,” Ritsuko said, a firmness to her tone. “Now prove to me that you’re not a liar,” she said, pushing the shoe towards Shinji, making it clear that it was an order and not a request. 

“Or else I may have to punish you.”

Those words were enough to get Shinji to grab the shoe. One of the things he dreaded the most in life was being a disappointment to those around him.

So, despite not really wanting to, Shinji raised the shoe up to his face and sniffed.

Immediately the young man was repulsed by the scent, the natural reaction to smelling a shoe that had been worn for weeks without anything being done about the scent, and pulled it away from his face.

“I didn’t say you could stop, did I?” Ritsuko asked.

“But…” Shinji began to say, only to be swiftly cut off by Ritsuko.

“No buts,” Ritsuko said. “I gave you an order and I expect you to obey it,” she said. “Or are you okay with disappointing me?” she asked, her expression shifting to a pout, or at least as much of a pout as Ritsuko could actually muster at the moment.

“No!” Shinji said quickly as he brought the shoe back up to his face and inhaled, the smell again assaulting his nose and making him want to put it down. But he didn’t. 

“Good boy,” Ritsuko praised, “Now don’t stop until I tell you too,” she instructed as she raised a leg, the same one she had taken her shoe from. Her desk wasn’t overly big, but it wasn’t overly small. It was what Ritsuko considered the perfect size, allowing her to place everything she needed on it without it being cluttered. Plus, because of its size, she could easily fully raise and straighten her leg without issue, and wouldn’t you know it Shinji was just close enough to the desk that Ritsuko’s pantyhose covered toes brushed against his crotch.

Of course, brushing wasn’t what Ritsuko had in mind, and as Shinji continued to sniff her shoe, she began rubbing her pantyhose covered foot against his crotch. 

In all honesty Ritsuko had been expecting the young man to tell her off, to storm out in humiliation.

What Ritsuko hadn’t been expecting was for him to moan.

“Oh, is someone enjoying this?” Ritsuko asked, and truth be told, Shinji was. The more he sniffed, the more he found himself coming to enjoy the scent, and the more he came to enjoy the scent, the stiffer his cock became, and the stiffer his cock became the closer each caress of his crotch pushed the young man closer to orgasm.

Though she received no answer, Ritsuko didn’t care. Shinji was now deeply inhaling the scent of her shoe of his own volition, and as a reward she began rubbing his crotch faster, not failing to notice an increasingly obvious spot in his pants. With each passing moment the spot grew larger and darker, and more moans began to escape from Shinji as he inhaled more deeply each time. 

Then, after several minutes of stoking and sniffing, it happened.

For the first time in his life, someone besides himself made Shinji Ikari cum.

To say the experience was euphoric would be an understatement, as all thoughts left Shinji’s mind except for one, which was to keep sniffing.

“Good boy,” Ritsuko said as she watched Shinji cum. “Very good boy,” she said as her lips curled into a wide grin, knowing step one was complete, and that tomorrow she would initiate step two.

Unbeknownst to the scientist, her little session of fun had not gone unnoticed, as a certain German girl had out of curiosity decided to peer into Ritsuko’s lab as she walked past, and when she saw the scene playing out inside, she had found herself glued to the small window in the door, her anger growing with each passing moment as she made a plan in her mind to get revenge on her idiot roommate.

The apartment Shinji shared with Misato and Asuka was oddly quiet when he got home. Ever since the war with the Angels had concluded it was practically guaranteed that he would hear one or both of the women doing something. Yet silence greeted him when he arrived, and it should have unnerved him. The only reason that it didn’t was that Shinji’s mind was elsewhere, back in Ritsuko’s office. Before the young man left, Ritsuko had told him two things.

The first was that what had happened was their little secret. The way she said it made it clear it was not a request, but an order.

The second was that tomorrow she’d have something new for him to do, and his mind was fixated on that. 

He was so fixated that as he entered his room, he completely failed to notice that not only was he not alone in the apartment, but he wasn’t alone in his room either. 

Standing there, waiting for him for longer than she would have liked, was Asuka, and she was not happy. Not only was Asuka not happy, but she was in no mood to waste any more time, and so once Shinji was in the bedroom, she slammed the door behind him, startling the young man.

“A..Asuka?” Shinji stammered out as he looked behind him to see his (clearly unhappy) fellow former pilot. 

“So, you like women’s feet?” Asuka asked as she took a step towards Shinji, which caused the young man to take a step back. 

“Wh..what?” Shinji stammered out. He knew exactly what Asuka was referring to, but he had no idea how she knew about it. The only reasonable explanation he could come up with is that Ritsuko had told Asuka.

“Don’t deny it, pervert,” Asuka said, “I saw you sniffing Ritsuko’s shoe,” she said. 

“I can explain!” Shinji said as he raised his hands up defensively. 

“Like hell you can,” Asuka said. “How often have you stared at my feet, or stolen my shoes to smell?” she asked, pointing an accusing finger at Shinji.

“I’ve never done that!” Shinji exclaimed. 

“Bullshit!” Asuka said before she took a deep breath. Then, she slid off her shoes and first pulled off one sock, and then the other. “Open your mouth Shinji,” Asuka said, her voice calmer and more stern than it had been a minute ago. 

“What? No!” Shinji said, quickly figuring out where this was going. Unfortunately, he had opened his mouth to speak, and that brief window of opportunity was all Asuka needed to shove one of her socks into Shinji’s mouth and then wrap the other around his mouth, trying a knot into it behind Shinji’s head.

“Don’t you dare remove that pervert,” Asuka said sternly as Shinji shrank before her. “Now lay down on the floor,” she ordered.

A part of Shinji wanted to do the opposite of what Asuka had just said and remove the gag before marching out of the room. Unlike Ritsuko, Asuka held no authority over him. Hell, he should have authority over her considering he started fighting before she did. 

Yet, a larger part of him wanted to obey. Just like with Ritsuko, he didn’t want to disobey and disappoint.

Thus, Shinji hesitantly lowered himself onto the floor, laying on his back as he looked up at Asuka, the taste of her well worn socks filling his mouth.

“Good boy,” Asuka said with a grin. “Now pull down your pants,” she said as she stepped towards him.

Shinji let out a whimper, which was muffled by his sock gag, but nonetheless obeyed, pulling down his pants, exposing his underwear and the clear outline of his erect cock.

“I knew you were a pervert, but hard already?” Asuka asked. “You must really like feet,” she said as she lightly pressed a foot down on Shinji’s crotch, eliciting a moan from the young man. “Now pull down your underwear,” Asuka said as she took a seat on Shinji’s bed. Again Shinji obeyed, pulling down his underwear and exposing his hard cock.

Asuka wasted no time in wrapping her feet around Shinji’s cock and beginning to stroke it. It was by no means the best footjob in the world, since this was entirely new to Asuka, but it was more than enough to get precum leaking from Shinji’s cock in seconds. 

“Oh man, you’re barely gonna last a few minutes, aren’t you?” Asuka asked. Shinji’s response was a lustful moan, neither agreeing or disagreeing with Asuka. Shinji’s entire focus was on the pleasure he was feeling. First he had been dominated by Ritsuko, and now Asuka. This morning he would have been repulsed by the idea of doing what he had done with either of them.

Now, those same actions that would have disgusted him filled him with pleasure, and he only lasted a few minutes before he came, his cock spraying his warm cum onto his shirt.

Asuka just barely managed to pull her feet away, keeping them clean(ish). 

“I knew it, you are such a pervert,” Asuka said as she stood up. “I’m gonna go clean up, you can clean yourself,” she said as she began to walk out of Shinji’s bedroom. “Oh, and don’t even think of keeping my socks you perv,” she said before walking out.

Though Shinji had heard what Asuka had said, it vanished from his mind as quickly as it entered. Shinji was still focused almost entirely on the pleasure he had just felt, on the feeling of Asuka’s warm feet wrapped around his cock and of her well used socks filling his mouth, forcing him to taste almost a week's worth of sweat.

While he had been lying earlier when he told Ritsuko he enjoyed women’s feet, if he was asked the question again, his answer would be the same.

Only this time he wouldn’t be lying.

The next day Shinji once again found himself in the Geofront, though this time he wasn’t in Ritsuko’s office. Instead the young man was standing in Ritsuko’s lab. He had been instructed to meet Ritsuko there as opposed to her office. He had also been instructed to take off his shoes when he entered, which he did.

“You wanted to see me?” Shinji asked as he approached Ritsuko, who was fiddling with a machine. 

“Yes, I did Shinji,” Ritsuko said, not even glancing up from the machine. Instead, she repositioned the machine, pointing it towards Shinji. As he saw the machine pointed at him, Shinji came to a stop on impulse, which was exactly what Ritsuko wanted.

With a grin Ritsuko flipped a switch on the machine and a pink material shot out from it, coming into contact with Shinji in seconds, giving him no time to react. 

In an instant the young man was cocooned from head to toe in what he quickly realized to be pink pantyhose. Pink pantyhose that had been well used, as Shinji recognized the scent as that of Ritsuko, only far stronger than it had been with her shoes. 

“I think you’ll find this more intense than what we did yesterday,” Ritsuko said as she retrieved a few items she had kept out of view. Specifically a few coils of rope and a ball gag. 

Shinji didn’t reply to Ritsuko as his focus was on trying to break free from the pantyhose cocoon. This escape attempt, however, was purely out of impulse, and as he inhaled more of Ritsuko’s scent, his struggles weakened. Therefore Ritsuko had no trouble wrapping rope around his ankles, knees, thighs/wrists, and his torso/elbows. 

“Open wide,” Ritsuko said as she held up the ball gag. It wasn’t an overly large gag, and was hollow with several holes drilled into it for breathing. 

Shinji obeyed the command, opening his mouth, allowing Ritsuko to push the gag into place. The taste of the pantyhose now in his mouth and forced even more to breathe in the smell of the pantyhose, Shinji moaned happily as his resistance faded. 

“Good boy Shinji,” Ritsuko said as she knelt down beside the bound young man. “You really do enjoy the feeling of pantyhose, don’t you?” Ritsuko asked, to which Shinji nodded in response. “Good,” she said as she began running her hands along Shinji’s pantyhose cocooned body, paying special attention to his crotch. “Because as my foot slave, you’ll spend plenty of time covered in this.”

“Foot slave?”

Ritsuko’s gaze suddenly shifted from Shinji to the doorway of her lab, where Asuka stood with her arms folded across her chest. 

“Hello Asuka,” Ritsuko said calmly as she continued caressing Shinji. “Is there a reason you’re interrupting me?” she asked as Asuka began to march into the lab. 

“You want to keep this pervert for yourself,” Asuka accused. 

“Oh?” Ritsuko said. “What makes you think that?” she asked. 

“People don’t share slaves,” Asuka said as she stood before Shinji and Ritsuko. Her tone suggested that, unsurprisingly, she thought she was right despite her statement being an assumption. 

“Oh really?” Ritsuko asked. “Well I’ll admit I didn’t have any intention of sharing my new plaything,” she said as she continued caressing the moaning Shinji. “I’m not opposed to sharing him,” she said with a grin. “In fact I think he’d be awfully excited by the prospect of having two sets of feet to worship,” Ritsuko said with a grin.

“What makes you think I’d be into this?” Asuka said. Ritsuko’s suggestion was actually very attractive, but she didn’t want to admit that and lower herself down to the level of the perverts in front of her.

“Well, you did protest the idea of me keeping Shinji for myself,” Ritsuko said. “Not what I’m doing with Shinji, but only me doing it,” she said. “But if you’re sincerely not into this then I’ll just keep him to myself,” she said with a smile.

Asuka was silent for a moment, weighing the options in front of her. She could keep her dignity and allow Ritsuko to keep Shinji to herself, thus not outing herself as wanting the same thing. But, that would mean losing Shinji. The other option was to admit she wanted Shinji as her foot slave and accept Ritsuko’s offer.

After a moment of thought, Asuka spoke again.

“Alright, I’m interested in this stuff,” Asuka admitted. “And I want Shinji as my foot slave as well,” she added.

“Wonderful,” Ritsuko said with a grin. “You won’t regret this,” the older woman said.

“As long as nobody else finds out,” Asuka said.

Though he was right next to the two women, Shinji didn’t pay any mind to their conversation. Instead, all of his focus was on how amazing it felt to be bound in pantyhose and caressed. Then, Asuka and Ritsuko began caressing him simultaneously, not with their hands, but with their feet. It was more than enough to push Shinji to his limit and elicit another orgasm out of the young man as he questioned how this could possibly get any better.

Shinji Ikari had found Heaven.

The young man had no idea how much time had passed since he had become Ritsuko and Asuka’s foot slave, and he didn’t care. He had given up on being anything other than a foot slave, dedicating himself solely to serving his Mistresses.

Now the young man was more of an object than anything else.

He wore nothing but a two layered bodysuit. The first was pantyhose that had been used by both his Mistresses, while the second was tight latex that pressed the pantyhose against his body. It completely covered his body from the neck down, leaving only his cock free so that he could orgasm again and again. 

Shinji was no longer able to walk freely, as his Mistresses had seen fit to immobilize and keep him in one easy to reach place. He had been imprisoned underneath Ritsuko’s desk, with only his head and hands emerging from the floor. His hands were free of any restraint, as his Mistresses had had him learn to give foot massages. The same could not be said for his head, however, as they had seen fit to gag with a large ring gag and blindfold him, as they only needed his mouth, not his eyes. 

Shinji had not protested any of this in the slightest. After all, it was not his place as a foot slave to do so. His Mistresses had left his ears untouched though, allowing him to hear their praise as he worshiped their divine feet. That affection, which he had craved all his life, was enough to keep him content. 

Shinji’s world now consisted solely of his Mistresses feet, licking and massaging the pantyhose covered limbs. They would take turns, usually with Ritsuko getting her feet worshiped first thing in the morning when she came in, then Asuka taking over while Ritsuko performed her duties, and so on. 

As Asuka requested, Ritsuko had taken measures to ensure their shared ownership of Shinji remained a secret. That was one of the reasons they had immobilized their slave and stored him under Ritsuko’s desk, as the chances of anyone seeing what was occurring was almost non-existent. 

Almost non-existent was very different from non-existent, and a certain NERV Technician had managed to see what was happening in Ritsuko’s office a handful of times, and each time she found herself watching for longer and longer.

Right now was one of those times, as Maya Ibuki watched Ritsuko moan in pleasure as Shinji eagerly worshiped her pantyhose covered feet, and as she listened to Ritsuko’s moans, Maya found herself wanting to experience what her senior was more and more.

Of course, Ritsuko would be more than happy to share, Asuka would begrudgingly share, and Shinji would instantly cum at the realization he now had three sets of feet to worship.