Hellsing- Schrodingers Back-Up Foot Slave (You!) by AkaiTheGuy, literature
Literature
Hellsing- Schrodingers Back-Up Foot Slave (You!)
Somewhere in a mystical, magical, impossible, amazing, wonderful world where YOU are NOT a disgusting foot loving degenerate… You have just arrived home from doing whatever it is you fill your days with, whether that be work or school or some other meaningless toil, regardless of what it was you were terribly tired and simply ready to enter the black void of sleep. So you began wandering off towards your bedroom, walking along until a sudden thoughtful “Hmmm” came from behind. You quickly spin around only to be met with the sight of a smirking young lad whom was clad in what appeared to be a…yellow boy scout uniform? “You look a little wimpy and pathetic…so yea! You're perfect!” The stranger very enthusiastically says just as your eyes detected some concerning details of his appearance. “Perfect? Wait wait, are those cat ears?” You demand with great confusion, your eyes then open wide. “And are those swastikas on your shirt? What the fu-” “Wimpy, pathetic AND detail oriented? Mein gott, you're gonna do great!” The grinning blonde announces as he takes devious steps towards you. “Now then, if this is gonna work I'm gonna have to touch you so…” “W-what is even happening?” You ask with clear nervousness and you swiftly receive a quick answer as the home-intruder squats down, swings his leg and knocks your own legs out from below you which quickly sends you crashing down onto your back. “Oh yes, yes, how rude of me to not introduce myself…” The lad snickered as his right boot smacked firmly into your head only to start pressing down painfully hard, with your face able to feel every little indent and tread on the rubbery sole of the brown leather boot. “My name is Oberscharführer Schrödinger, professional nuisance and the official messenger boy of Millennium, the last vestige of the glorious Third Reich!” You have so, so, so many questions and concerns but speaking seemed impossible considering the boot playfully crushing your lips. You also couldn't see much aside from the soles black rubber, the bits of dirt on it but after hearing another snicker from Schrodinger everything, aside from the boot pressing into your face, changed. Suddenly you felt a cold metal floor below you and harsh, bright lights replaced the dimness of your previous location. But your attention was shifted back to the boot as it began to twist and turn all around, abusing and playing with all your various facial features which were dragged along by the solid sole. “So I'd guess you're very confused and curious why I just teleported you aboard a zeppelin! Well, allow me to explain!” Schrodinger kindly offers, with his boot moving all around for another few seconds before you let out a pained yelp as the smirking lad decides to balance on his face-crushing foot as he continues speaking. “Firstly, vampires and the undead and the occult are all real, just so you got a little context but none of that matters because…” Schrodingers boot scrapes your face hard as he leaps forward, apparently you were within a bedroom as the cat boy lands atop a bed, scrambles down to its end and sits there with his boots swaying as he looks down at your confuses expression with amusement. “Because, for a limited time only, you get the honor of being my foot slave! Now get on your knees!” “What?” You ask, obeying and getting to your knees, not out of submissiveness but so you can observe your surroundings and what you find is most concerning. A small room, four metal walls each complete with an ‘iconic 1940s Germany banner’ banner hanging, there was a messy wooden desk and finally the bed on which Schrodinger sat, it took up a large portion of the room and it's blankets bore a resemblance to those aforementioned banners. “Am I dreaming? This has to be a dream.” “Oh ho ho, it's a dream for some but I'm gonna guess this'll be an absolute nightmare for you!” Schrodinger said, his boots both kick upwards and nearly uppercut your chin but instead you're just left there, kneeling and staring at their bottoms with Schrodingers smiling face between them. “Now let's stop wasting my time, you've got some feet to serve so take my boots off!” “No! I never agreed to-” Schrodinger vanishes but his boots remain, they quickly fall to the floor and upon hearing yet another noise behind you, you turn only to see the grinning cat hasitly looking through his desk drawers for something which he quickly finds and within a nanosecond he is once again back on the bed, sitting there with that ‘something’ aimed directly at you. “Ah woah is that a-” “Why yes, yes this is a mint condition Schutzstaffel issued Luger-P08 handgun chambered in 9×19mm Parabellum because an Übermensch like me needs an Über-pistol!” Schrodinger says with pride as he cocked the firearm and since there was a gun aimed at you, you didn't even flinch as the smirking cat pressed the toes of his navy-blue sock into your nose, right away you were met with the stinging sour scent of sweaty onions and despite it slightly burning your nostrils you obviously didn't dare to move, but Schrodinger did. His toes grip your nose to the point it was almost painful, he then pointed to a little marking on his weapons side while speaking like a giddy fanboy. “And look, it was even signed by the H-man himself, very kind of him, nice guy. Ya know, he was more a dog person, but I suppose everyone has flaws.” His toes press harder, nearly shoving you backwards but to your own shame you manage to stay upright by pushing against the smirking lads foot all while just barely keeping from wheezing from the strong pungent stink of his slightly moist sock. “And I have flaws too, such as my lack of personal hygiene! I'm sure it's obvious but I haven't bathed in about a week!” Schrodinger says with what sounded like pride, his foot began to twist and turn with his toes, practically ripping your nose off. “Now start sniffing!” “...Do-” “Yes! You have to! I have a gun and we're on a massive flying balloon overflowing with ravenous nazi ghouls!” Schrodinger shouts, his grin growing at the fear in your eyes. “Now take a big stinky sniff or literally die!” That was more than enough motivation to compel you to immediately snort in air. The navy-blue sock felt uncomfortably moist and warm against your nose as you suck in the catboy foot fumes with a clearly grossed-out expression that was the complete opposite of the degrading grin Schrodinger bore and as he more accurately pointed his pistol at you you just sniff harder, turning his grin into a full-blown laugh while you flood your lungs with nasty fumes. You keep going, inhaling for several seconds that felt like hours before finally expelling a gust of warm air from your mouth onto his sole. “See? That wasn't so bad! You did a lot better than my normal slave, that Seras lady can't handle my man-musk at all! Now do it again!” He orders and you obey with his mocking pinkish eyes joyfully examining every little discomforted twitch on your face as you once again fill your lungs. The shame you feel is almost as foul as Schrodingers foot stink which you continue to breathe in for another few seconds before thankfully exhaling again. “So? How'd it smell? I'll need a description, a good and detailed one!” That question, coupled with his unending teasing gaze somehow managed to make your face even redder with humiliation than it already was and just as you were about to answer his foot moved suddenly, shoving your nose even deeper into the moist fabric with your nostrils now trapped between his tightly squeezing toes. That abrupt movement was enough to make you sharply inhale and this time you failed to hold in a cough thanks to the cramped space between the catboys toes smelling far more potent than before, your disgusted sounds filled the small room and Schrodingers toes only grip harder, ensuring you remain trapped in place. “While you nearly vomiting is a good answer, it is unfortunately the wrong answer.” The lad said with a snicker. “I know they don't smell like flowers so describe the stink of my feet already!” “It's…ugh…” You groan as the toxic air irritates your sinuses. “It's like…extra salty lemonade and old butter.” “Woah! Well then I'm really glad I'm not you, SLAVE!” He shouts before simply tossing his pistol over his soldier onto the bed. “Don't need that anymore, you're obviously not gonna try anything or escape, especially since we're flying hundreds of miles off the coast of Argentina…so let's start with the real fun!” As you continue to kneel there, with the stink of the overly joyous lads feet still in your lungs, Schrodinger vanishes. He immediately reappeared at his beds center, doing a handstand with his feet high in the air. He then vanishes again leaving his socks behind only to reappear, standing on his bed where he catches the socks and proceeds to throw one directly into your face. All the sweat gave it enough weight to make a wet thud before dropping to the floor with its smelly twin being thrown next. It completely missed but Schrodingers mischievous grin showed that he didn't care and with that he did a little hop forward with his shorts-clad rump plopping down onto the beds edge. He lands comfortably and swiftly lifts his right leg, crossing it over the left with his right foot aimed directly at you and before you could even gasp with disgust the catboy roughly grabs your hair, jerking your head to the side forcing you to stare into his sideways sole. “Take a nice loooong look, really soak up the details because my little footsie here is about to be your best friend.” Schrodinger orders And you don't really have any choice, plus he's gripping your hair with enough might to show he could probably beat you half to death so you began to stare, still strongly detecting his sour stink. You don't know much about feet since you're not some disgusting pervert but upon looking at Schrodingers right foot you found it to be rather…pleasant? Somewhat long, rather slender with toes of the same description, you absolutely did not want to further interact with it but at least the catboys pale skin appeared soft, there was also enough sweat to make your skin crawl though Schrodinger certainly didn't care about how you felt considering he'd just kidnapped you. His toes started to mockingly wiggle and wave at you as his enthusiastic, high-pitched voice grated your ears. “Any questions before you start slobbering all over my foot?” He asks, you have many many questions obviously. “No? Good!” Your head is forced forward and the instant your face touches his sole you're immediately overcome with disgust at the grossness of his foot, something that Schrodinger wanted you to get the full experience of so he quickly began moving your head all around, dragging your face along his sole up and down over and over again. You discover that the catboys skin was indeed as soft as you'd imagined, though that's where the pleasantries ended, within seconds your face felt sticky with his sweat which reeked strongly of salt, adding to the overall sour oniony smell which altogether left you wheezing loudly after every little inhale. Your ears aren't spared either as small chuckles come from the smiling catboy as he drags your head around like a toy, perhaps a toy designed to scratch his foot because it certainly felt like that's what it felt like you were doing, your nose being endlessly bent side to side as it roughly rubs around. “So I've noticed your tongue is still stuck inside your mouth. That's not right, not right at all! Kindly fix that problem before I have to get all mad and scary!” Schrodinger teases, your face is still being whipped all around and ground into his moist sole so you can't really argue. “Looks like you're a bit nervous, which is appropriate, whenever my usual little foot whore licks my feet she always complains about it but guess what? I don't care and I've still got a gun! Right over there!” Your tongue comes out quickly and joins your face in being dragged but unsurprisingly it suffered far worse as the taste of Schrodingers foot attacks your tastebuds. Your tongue happened to touch his lower sole at first but within seconds you've already licked a decent portion of his entire foot bottom and the taste unfortunately is much the same as the smell…aggressively sour, salty, like licking an old pile of chopped onions. “Ahhh ha ha ha yes! Wonderful, spectacular even!” Schrodinger shouts followed by a relaxed sigh, meanwhile your head began to be moved faster and rougher. “Having my feet licked is definitely my favorite pastime and I definitely deserve it! It's hard work, you know, teleporting all around the globe and facilitating a shadow organization of undead fascists.” By this point your head was being whipped around so fast it was beginning to hurt your neck. He'd certainly already yanked out a couple hairs and frankly it was a miracle your harshly scrubbing tongue hadn't licked off all the nasty odors. “Open up, nice and wide!” He orders and your too disoriented to do anything but obey. “Good slave! Now act like a leech and suck!” Your head is yanked back and shoved forward into his heel, most of which sinks deep into your mouth which starts to suck just like your new owner commanded. Within seconds your jaw begins to hurt from being forced open so wide and Schrodinger quickly makes it worse as he starts twisting his foot side to side with his sweaty heel rubbing against your tongue as it turns into a prisoner within your mouth. You desperately try to keep your tongue from his heel, you slide it around inside but with every little movement it ends up just rubbing against the catboys sour skin resulting in miserable groans leaking from your overly stuffed mouth. “Mmm you're doing pretty good at this!” The catboy praised, to your great shame. “Maybe I WON'T let you go after all. How's that sound?” “Mmmph mmphh mnggh!” You protest but your unintelligible, idiotic sounds just get another giggle from the lad. “I'm sure whatever you said was very compelling but anyways…” Schrodinger vanished again and you immediately hear footsteps slapping the ground behind you, upon stiffly turning slightly you find the grinning blonde, slowly pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back as if conducting an interrogation though his voice remained goofily happy. “So we have concluded that you are spineless and submissive, good at following orders and even better at worshiping my foot like the touch-starved virgin you are! Now let's see how pathetic you really are…” The catboy comes to a halt and launches a kick at your face which smashes your skull with enough force to knock you forward a bit so that your head and arms lay on the bottom of his bed. Before you're able to move Schrodinger teleports directly in front of you, his left foot sinking into the mattress as his right foot rises a bit, toes pointing at your face. “So I'm assuming you don't wanna be my adorable little foot sucker forever, considering you look like you want to puke and luckily for you, I am a very kind, considerate cat.” Schrodinger deviously explained as his foot moves forward, his toes poke against your forehead and begin to tauntingly drag slowly downwards. “So we're going to play a fun game, if you win you're free to go! And if I win, you're mine forever and ever!” “...What game?” You ask nervously, barely keeping from choking on the stink his toes exuded. “It's very simple…you see this?” His toes are replaced by his heel which roughly slammed right into your eye for about half a second before his toes return, dragging over your nose now. “That's my heel, but you probably know that after sucking on it like a di- well anyways, you've got exactly thirty seconds to lick the vvvvery back of my heel and when you fail to do that you'll be my pet forever!” “Oh…that seems easy eno-” Schrodingers toes rake downwards quickly and roughly insert themselves into your mouth but don't go very far, they just sort of lay atop your disgusted tongue. “Eins…zwei…oh oops! One…two…” Schrodinger counts slowly only to shake his head with amusement upon seeing your disgust and confusion. “Oh you silly dummkopf, if you don't want to lose you'd better act like the Third Reichs Minister of Propaganda and Goebbels up that foot!” You manage to choke out something that sounds like “What?” and as a reward for your confusion Schrodingers foot suddenly surges deeper into your mouth, his sole gliding over your tongue with all its horrible flavors assaulting your senses but that made it clear what the nefarious catboy wanted…to win you'd have to deepthroat his foot just for a chance to reach the back of his sweaty heel. You didn't want to play his sick game but a lifetime of servitude to some upbeat Nazi cat sounded even worse so you quickly get to work…you force your head forward, immediately gagging as Schrodingers toes begin poking at the back of your neck while you try to force your tongue between his soft sole and your lower lip, much to his amusement. “Oh you figured it out? Great!” He mocked, not making it easy as you felt those toes begin to wiggle inside you, tickling your throat in a painful manner. “Better hurry up, you've got about twenty seconds left until your soul is mine and my soles are yours! Kinda.” Those playfully wiggling toes expertly squeeze gags and harsh chokes out of you as the catboy counted slowly “19…18…17…” Your tongue continues to push and after wasting a few more precious seconds it finally breaks free, poking out of your foot filled mouth as you grab the bed and pathetically try to pull yourself forward, as you do you keep your neck stiff, you can feel Schrodingers foot slowly seep deeper and deeper, his toes travel down your throat and his sole crushes the back of your tongue while the front desperately reached towards his heel which was still far, far out of range of your unwilling licks. “Wow! You really don't want to be my forever foot licker.” Schrodinger snickered, clearly loving the sensation of your mouth hugging his foot. “You'd better hurry up, ten seconds left!” You keep pulling yourself forward, using all your neck muscles to choke down the boys foot like some sort of pathetic snake. Before long about half his foot has been brutally lodged into your mouth, thanks to you, his toes cease wiggling from the cramped conditions of your aching throat and as if willingly eating this strange perverts foot wasn't embarrassing enough, your tongue kept blindly feeling around for his heel, which meant it endlessly smeared around his lower sole in desperation, allowing you to further taste the sour flavor of his soft skin while being unaware his heel was far out of reach… “Seven…six…five…” The panic was really beginning to set in now, you start shaking your head as if that would make the lads foot sink deeper but in reality it just makes you choke harder as his toes rake around your insides. Your life is already utter crap and being enslaved would only make it worse so you keep trying with desperation and with miserable groans but as the countdown continued your hopes of freedom began to fade… “Four…three…ehhh, alright, that's it, you lose!” The foot you just willingly shoved down your throat swiftly pulls out of your mouth and as you raise you head to beg for another chance that foot just smashes into your upturned face, smearing it's sole all around to wipe off all the spit and sweat. “I win! Which we all knew would happen but huzzah!” Schrodinger cheers, his right foot remains on your face while his left jumps with joy several times with each jump forcing you to support his entire bodyweight until suddenly he throws himself back onto the bed, laying down with his head on the pillow and both feet mere inches from your face. “Okay, slave, are you ready to begin your new life?” “...No…” “I didn't think so, but I don't care! You're my property now so next up I think I'm ready for a good old fashion foot worshiping session. Free style, not like earlier! So get to licking.” Schrodinger happily commands, his left foot giving your face a teasing slap. “And focus on this foot, your mouth hasn't been introduced to it yet.” “B-but I ha-” “You sure do talk a lot for a slave within shooting range!” “Please, I can't do this, jus-” “Blah blah blah, less whining, more licking!” “I wo-” “And here I thought you'd be a good, obedient slave…guess I was wrong…but that's fine because now it's punishment time!” Schrodinger sits up with a terrifying joyful glint in his eyes. He vanished and right after your hair is grabbed from behind again, this time your yanked back hard enough to skid across the smooth metal floor towards his old wooden desk, only stopping once your body is partially below it with your head just barely poking out from below the chair. That chair is then immediately pulled out and Schrodinger plops down, a smirk on his face and a sock in hand, he scoots the chair forward and that sock is brought down to your face with a horrid stink emitting from its moist navy-blue fabric. “Unluckily for you, slave, my job also includes a lot of stupid paperwork and I'm behind on it so looks like you get to be my footstool for a few hours! Any questions?” You open your mouth to speak and fall right into his trap. Schrodinger practically punches his sock downwards, most of it quickly goes deep into your mouth with your tongue immediately wishing for death from the texture of the moist wool alone, the taste was horribly foul as well and even worse was the humiliation you felt as you just laid there, meek and beaten, as Schrodinger simply smirked widely while his fingers shoved in the last bit of sock which left your mouth opened a bit with puffed out cheeks. “There we go, you somehow look even dumber than before!” Schrodinger says, leaning back and scooting his chair in further leaving you staring at the seats bottom until his pale soles come to hover menacingly above. “You really should have just been a good slave and licked my feet, oh well…after a few hours of being stuck down there I'm sure you'll be begging to do it. Get comfortable, slave! This is your life now.” Schrodingers feet violently jerk downwards, making you flinch followed by making you feel foolish as they stop an inch above your miserable head. They then roughly plop down, applying deadweight, thoroughly flattening every aspect of your face below his soft soles. Everything from your hairline to the base of your chin is utterly dominated by his feet, his soles sealing you within a dark chamber of sour stink. “Putting my sock in your mouth was a great idea.” Schrodingers teasing voice announces as the left foot begins to slide upwards. “I can feel it through your cheeks, it's like a nice comfy pillow.” The foot ceases sliding and the catboys heel presses into your cheek hard, forcing a guttural gag from you as the pressure on the sock causes a sickening amount fo footsweat to seep out and more just keeps coming as the catboy begins twisting his heel around while the right foot moves as well…its sole rubs your other cheek playfully with you just laying there, on edge and nervously awaiting for it to crush your cheek and squeeze sweat from the sock like the other foot but after a few seconds that never happens, it just keeps playfully smearing around your face until that right foot shifts to your nose, roughly grasping it with all five toes and to your immense shame you just submissively begin to inhale, still having your mouth flooded with sock sweat while you ‘willingly’ flood your nose with sour stink. “Ooo good job, maybe you will be a good slave after all! You've already mastered the art of being a disgraceful little creature, it probably comes naturally to you.” Schrodinger snickers, barely taking attention from whatever paperwork he was doing as if you were utterly unimportant. “Keep up the good work though, just like I'm doing up here. Oh, and just so you know, I usually end up falling asleep from sheer boredom so you'd better get comfortable, slave, you're looking at at least a five hour shift at the footstool-factory!” (Wanted to try something in second-person instead of the usual third-person, hopefully it was satisfactory and fap-tastic :) )
AoT- At Annies Feet Pt.15 by AkaiTheGuy, literature
Literature
AoT- At Annies Feet Pt.15
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A-YiBL716UH4axHlLM_ZDhg8zm9T9hMRXTqoBWDa93E/edit?usp=drivesdk There's the link ^^^^^ the story is too long for DeviantArt. Also this is a series I made up but this was a commission so it's like a filler episode or something (the guy likes vomit, so viewer discretion is advised)
Deep in the dimly lit maze of random junk in the depths of the warehouse a green haired girl walked quickly and with a scowl as she did not wish to reach her destination but unfortunately that was exactly what was happening. Paige passed by several old refrigerators, a dusty forklift and a stack of doors before finally reaching the square fortress of stacked wood crates where her suffering often took place, as she had done countless times before Paige squeezed through the crevice-like entrance only to find the place empty. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ImQXB4fLHC5WLaSNAYI5n9zqcWxZev-wqnGtJ9X7K2E/edit?usp=drivesdk
Jujutsu Kaisen-Hanamis Horrible Feet by AkaiTheGuy, literature
Literature
Jujutsu Kaisen-Hanamis Horrible Feet
(I haven't seen this anime and only did a bit of research, it's for my (self-proclaimed) biggest fans birthday Here's some character pics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O5KLDm1K_Ry1HN4hmf_wBrd-Wcwm3GltPFWaQ61f47g/edit?usp=drivesdk ) “Stop it, foolish children, I merely wish to protect the planet. It is impossible to exist with humans any longer. Time without humans, please die and become sages.” All was eerily calm on the narrow path cutting through a moonlit forest as Nobara and Miwa walked along with their weapons in hand and anxious but relatively brave expressions. “This is getting kinda old kinda fast.” Nobara said quietly. “We've been walking for almost an hour…my feet are killing me.” “It is rather odd.” Miwa replied with caution as her eyes carefully darted all around. “With all the strange incidents and reports in this area, one would think finding a curs-” Despite her diligence, Miwa didn't see the vine bursting from the dark treeline until it wrapped around her ankle. Nobara didn't even have time to blink before her companion was jerked to the ground and quickly dragged off into the dense forest with her screams echoing throughout its gloomy depths. Miwa slid along the ground at a sadistically swift speed, she was dragged over fallen branches, across rocks and through bushes, screaming endlessly until smashing into and wrapping around a tree so hard leaves fell down and her katana was sent flying but almost immediately the root around her ankle yanked her again, pulling her now mostly limp body over more rocks, thorn bushes and countless other very solid things that resulted in Miwas clothes and body being covered in many small cuts. Finally the brutalized girl came to an abrupt halt within a small clearing in the forest, though she was too weak to move and merely stared up into the night sky. Barely a second passed before she felt the vine release her ankle which gave her some small relief that but then her eyes widened with horror as her vision was suddenly dominated by the hulking form of the cursed spirit Hanami. “It would seem I have found a particularly weak, incompetent human.” The monsters unsettling hissing voice almost sounded pleased. Miwa tried to appear unafraid. “Weak? I am far fr- A scream replaced her words as the sharp toes of Hanamis large left foot kicked into Miwas side with enough brutality that she immediately began to roll over to hold her aching guts but was stopped as that same foot firmly connected to her face, forcibly pushing her back onto her back. The instant that foot made contact Miwa accidentally inhaled just a bit and burst out with a horribly guttural gag louder than any scream and those gags kept coming as that imposing foot never left, instead it began to slowly increase pressure with Miwa being more disgusted than she thought possible…the foot was more than large enough to smother the majority of her face, pushing it all down flat, and despite the darkness Miwas nearly crying eyes could see that the Cursed Spirits typically white sole was filthy with two substances, coarse rough dirt clinging to the sole via warm sweat and dirt that already mixed with the sweat to form a gooey brown paste, these two horribly foul things existed in patches around the wide, domineering foot covering Mias face and as she reluctantly took in another tiny inhale the blue haired girl coughed even harder than before, to the point that her throat hurt and despite the muck covered foot reeking of hot manure mixed with dead leaves, dry flowers and mold Miwa help too weak to fight back but she refused to be so easily humiliated. “Oh, I can sense your power, barely. You're a jujustu sorcerer, correct? Have our paths crossed before? Surely I would recall such a pathetic human.” Hanami stated coldly, Miwas shaky hands started rising towards the foot on her face, the demonic creature didn't even care. “Tell me, how does the stench of the earth smell?” Miwa couldn't even twitch her lips under the pressure Hanamis left foot exerted and she was too afraid to open her mouth out of fear that the muddy goop would leak down in. Finally her hands touched that foot, it was warm, frighteningly strong and solid. As soon as she got a grip on it however the pressure got infinitely worse as Hanamis right foot lifted off the ground, that right foot kicked down with the speed of a rocket into the helpless girls stomach, violently expelling all the air from her lungs which forced her to take in a deep, hard inhale so powerful that her nostrils were painted with sickening mud and her lungs were completely filled with the horrific stink that was so vile it felt as if her insides were melting. Whimpering and weakly kicking her legs, Miwa continued trying to pull the foot from her face with a renewed desperation that the evil creature standing atop her found to be most satisfying to watch. “Your muffled cries are like a beautiful melody, even the trees around us agree.” Hanami said, Miwa shrieked as the right foot twisted and turned several times on her guts then stomped again, emptying her lungs and forcing her to inhale all over again. “Can you hear them? The trees call for your death, human, they despise your kind even more than I do…I could kill you where you lay within half a second… Miwas gags and coughs came so hard they nearly vibrated the foot covering her skull. “I should kill you.” The foot grinded hard to the left, partially turning Miwas head and making her meekly lower her arms as she cowered. “I would love to end your destructive, earth ruining life, human, but filth like you do not deserve to rot in the ground.” The left foot lifted from Miwas face, leaving only the right to crush her body, which it certainly did with the poor girl making an endless wheezing groan as her stomach supported the rather large creature's body. The Cursed Spirit found it somewhat distasteful that the sniveling human below her had so much dirt and mud coating her unworthy face like mask but it was still deeply pleasing to know she was suffering immensely. And down on the ground, despite the foot having had moved a bit away from her face, most of Miwas vision was dominated with its wide, hulking form and unsurprisingly the foot bore a rather unusual, disgusting appearance…five black toes that ended into pointed tips that weren't even claws, each toe simply ended with in a knife-like point like the tip of a pencil, below those toes the hard skin was white but as Miwas face had found out it was nearly dripping with mud and patches of dried, sweat soaking dirt and finally at the end was the heel, which was just as dark and putrid looking as the toes. “Instead of death, I offer a new life.” Hanami said, Miwa fearfully focused on the hovering foot as she waited more torture. “For you, and your foolishly approaching friend…you cannot undo the catastrophic harm your disrespectful species gave done to the earth…but you can make amends, beg forgiveness…and I will be the one to facilitate such a thing. In serving me, you shall serve the earth.” Miwa wasn't sure what the nasty-footed monster was going on about but it only made her more frightened. The left foot lowered a bit, making her jerk, the stink of rotting salty manure attacked her nose again and as the foot kept lowering at a tauntingly slow speed the trapped girl tried to turn her head but a short root burst from the ground to stop her. Another one came from the otherside, they each pushed hard against the sides of her head and trapped in position, forcing her to watch the lowering foot with her many tears mixing with the filth the instant they were shed. “Ever since your kind evolved past monkeys, your tongues have been your only redeemable quality.” Hanami stated. “Thrust it from your mouth, you will lick my foot and eat the dirt from its flesh to pay for the sins of humanity.” “Wha-what?” “Do not waste my time.” Hanami commanded, her toes briefly scrunched and mini avalanches of sweaty mud drop from the foot. “You will honor the earth through serving me. Worship the foot, consume the dirt. Atone.” “Please…just let me go.” The foot lowered a bit more. “Please…please have mercy…” Miwa begged quietly, she opened her mouth to speak again and that's when Hanami scrunched her toes again, sending a shower of mud down into her captives mouth that turned whatever words she meant to say into a pathetic stream of coughs. “O-o-oh it it acchkkk!...it tastes like co-bllleuugh!” With the stink stink burning her nose and with the mud still coating her face and nostrils, Miwa tried to spit out the half-mouthful of mud mixed with literal demon footsweat but the nasty glob of saliva just plopped on her cheek and congealed into the filth she wore like a thick mask. “Cow poop!” Miwa wheezed out through tears. “It taste lik-blleuuhh like cow poop!” “Yes.” Hanamis eerie hissing voice grew impatient, she hovered her heel above Miwas lips and angled the whole foot upwards. “Now you will begin to lick or things will grow significantly worse.” “Worse? No no no no I'll lic-blleuurghh!” Miwa nearly vomited, her stomach ached as much as her face. “I submit, you w-” Miwa didn't even finish her sentence, she just poked her entire tongue out and choked loudly as it rubbed against the mud on her lips. The tongue was already blackened and just before touching the heel it came to a halt as Miwa understandably hesitated for a moment, feeling the intensely sickening heat radiating from the foot. But one glance up at Hanami, with her vicious teeth and unsettling eye-root things, gave Miwa just enough fear to force herself to submit…her tongue smacked into a wall of dirt before sinking about half an inch into the toxic muck, her wailing only grew louder and as her tastebuds actually touched the black skin of the heel Miwa repulsed harsh choke expelled such a strong gust of air from her mouth that it actually felt pleasant as it blew onto the monsters warm foot. The defeated sorcerer desperately wanted to flee or fight back but knew she'd only fail, so she kept her tongue in place, pushed hard against the heel with plenty of ‘accks’ and ‘urrkks’ escaping her dirt-stained mouth and after a few seconds of experiencing the taste of sour rotting manure Miwas suffering grew as Hanami began slowly twisting her foot around, with Miwa clutching the grass as the heel pushed her tongue downwards a bit. “This is just as satisfying as I had hoped. I eagerly await our future together, slave.” Hanami's eerie voice hissed, she then looked off into the forest. “And do not fear, your approaching friend shall enjoy the same fate as you. I can sense her…she appears more powerful than you, though that will not save her.” The insane levels of disgust Miwa had been experiencing made her somewhat forget that Nobara was unknowingly running towards her own death, or worse, Hanamis putrid feet. Just as Miwa could hear rustling amongst the trees the heel pushed down harder, hard enough to shove her tongue into her mouth and then Miwa shivered with revulsion as the entire foot slowly, firmly placed itself atop her face which added an entire new layer to her already thick mask of sweaty mud, some of which seeped into her mouth and made Miwa produced muffled coughs so hard that her cheeks puffed out like a frog each time. “I can sense the worry you feel for your friend, how admirable, if only your kind had shown such concern for the earth…then you would not be swallowing mud. Regardless, I shall show you some mercy since you have been an obedient servant thus far. Yell, cry out to your friend and tell her to flee.” Hanami stated, knowing that would only speed up Nobara. “Scream.” Miwa felt the Cursed Spirits foot shift, the the ball of the foot began to crush her head as the heel lifted from her filthy mouth.  Miwa didn't hesitate to quickly fill her lungs with one large, horrible, nasty inhale before obeying her new master. “NOBARA GO LEAVE DON'T COME RUN! YOU CAN'T WIN PLE-”  The ball of Hanamis foot slid down, it slid hard against Miwas lower teeth which scraped a mouthful of muck from her foot, all of which plopped down into the sorcerer's mouth with such unexpectedness that most of it was immediately swallowed. As the mixture of cold muck and warm sweat slithered down her throat Miwa felt the roots trapping her head disappear, Hanami also kindly stepped off her bruised body. Before Hanamis large feet even fully smashed the grass below them, Hanani rolled over onto all fours with all that mud already shooting back up her esophagus. “Your species is beyond pathetic.” Hanami said as the sounds of Miwas sickened whining filled her ears only to be replaced by a very pleasing ‘bleeurrhh!’ sound as thick, brown goo shot from the girls mouth and onto the ground below. “However, your subservience will not go unrewarded…I shall focus mainly on torturing your foolish companion. But first, we must set an appropriate scene of humiliation for her to arrive upon.” Fortunately Miwa only needed to projectile vomit once though her troubles only grew worse, Hanamis right foot stomped down onto the back of her head, sending her to the ground and plunging her face first into the pile of muck she'd regurgitated.  Unsurprisingly the girl jerked around and weakly struggled but that was quickly stopped, it just took Hanami pushing her foot down so hard that the pointed black toes dug into Miwas scalp so hard that her following muffled screams made little air bubbles within the mud she was currently facedown in. Nobara ran as fast as she possible could, determined to save her fellow sorcerer and as she burst into the clearing she came to an immediate halt upon seeing the twisted situation that made Miwa scream out in the first place. Hanamis foot dwarfed the defeated girls head and was pushing it down with such savagery that Miwas legs were noticeable quivering with pain, so Nobara narrowed her eyes with hatred at the cursed spirit and readied her hammer. “Do not fear, human, death does not await you here. Only a new beginning.” “You disgusting monster, let her go!” Nobara demanded only to gasp upon noticing the pile of mud Miwas face was buried in, the stink was strong enough to reach from several meters away. “And get your disgusting foot off her!” Nobara then heard Miwa shout out what sounded like ‘Run!’ but immediately after that she charged forward, ready to bash the spirits skull in with her hammer. “How predictable.” Hanami stated with Miwa whining as the foot crushing her head began to twist and grind. Once Nobara grew near, a thin root burst from the ground and expertly struck her hammer head which sent it flying. Another, thicker root came up to essentially punch her in the gut, the strike came so hard that Nobara spat blood all over the grass as she dropped to her knees where she received zero mercy. That thin root swooped behind her and wrapped around her hair, forcing her to face the now approaching Hanami while two more roots came forth, tying around her wrists and pulling down, leaving her there helpless and kneeling. “This is the only way this could have ended.” Hanami said, allowing Miwa to continue laying face down in the muck which she did fearfully while audibly sobbing. “Now then, it is time for you to begin life anew.” Nobara, despite feeling like she had internal bleeding, wanted to respond with nasty words but never had the chance. Hanamis right foot kicked into her face so hard that she would've been rocketed back into the forest if the roots didn't hold her in place, that foot remained where it was as well, pushing forward while the roots continued to do their job. Immediately Nobara was plunged into the deepest depths of disgust, she choked and gagged and shook with such revolted ferocity that it was almost as impressive as it was pathetic. “You appear to have much more of a fighting spirit than your weeping companion. I look forward to extinguishing your fire.” Hanami stated with hatred. “Now suffer.” The root holding Nobaras hair pulled forward, forcing her even harder against the very solid foot that just kept pushing with even more might despite Hanami just standing there as motionless as a statue, watching the torture unfold with her eyeless gaze while Miwa meekly peeked out from her mound of mud. The kneeling Nobara kept her loud gagging and choking sounds coming at her face was flattened to a unthinkable degree, so much so that her various noises noticeably grew gradually quieter as they were muffled by the mud-dripping sole. She tried to pull herself free of the roots but with even the slightest movement caused them to tighten and by the time they nearly cut off circulation to her hands the foot began to move downwards at an incredibly slow speed. At first, the entirety of Nobaras face was covered by the large foot but soon her forehead came into view, her skin had been painted with mud just like her fallen ally. Then her eyes began to come into view, prompting Hanami to comment as she continued viciously scrubbing her mud coated foot downwards. “There is so much rage in your eyes. But I can sense a level of fear, and it is growing…” The cursed spirit then pointed to the ground directly behind herself. “You, my loyal blue haired servant, I desire a chair.” To the surprise of everyone, Miwa barely waited a second before she began rise, lifting her face from the muck to crawl over with her head hung low in defeat, with mud dripping down to her dangling hair or onto the ground. As Hanamis claws began to rub overtop Nobaras nose, the girl tried to shout something to her hopeless companion but the foot crushing her face did so with such efficiency that as her lips parted even a tiny bit, sweat-filled mud seeped in through the crack which left Nobara gagging and choking even harder, just as Hanamis toes started to stop moving with the vine-trapped sorcerer nearly vomiting with disgust as she felt her nose being slowly sunken down on by the cursed spirits two largest toes and as the foot finally came to a halt Nobara had little choice other than to start sniffing in the air between the creatures toes, filling herself with the toxic stink of rotting fertilizer while that tiny bit of muck in her mouth showed her what sort of hellish experiences she would soon be suffering through…the toes were long enough to mostly cover her eyes, with the pointed tips painfully poking at her mud smeared forehead as she watched as Miwa finally arrived behind Hanami. “Well done, my favored slave, your obedience has won you mercy. For now. Now we must see how willing your enraged friend here is to atone for humanities sins.” The monster's cold voice hissed as she sat down rather hard onto Miwa, her black muddy toes still gripping Nobaras nose. Miwa immediately seemed like she'd fall, the closeness to all the nasty foot stink certainly didn't help, but her fear kept her shaking limbs stable enough. Hanami didn't seem to care, she probably enjoyed knowing her chair was suffering as she looked down at the unwillingly kneeling Nobara. “It is time, submit and willingly worship at my feet. Clean the toes and slather your tongue upon my sole.” Nobara, with her arms restrained and the hair-pulling root actively shoving her face forward into the pushing foot, had no intentions of serving some nature obsessed demon and she made that clear by giving Hanami a hostile glare through her muck covered toes. “Very well. If you do not wish to consent, you will be forced to.” A thick, stubby root burst through the dirt between Hanami and her latest pet, it punched into Nobaras guts so hard it forced all the air from her lungs causing her to unwillingly take in a massive snort that made her rage filled eyes burst open with horrified disgust. Her nostrils were pressed directly into the base of the tow crevice, immediately they were flooded with a mix of cold and unpleasantly warm mud, along with all the nasty odors it bore. Having her insides painted with sweat infused mud made her body shake and struggle against her restraints but it was useless, she so restricted in her movements that Miwas trembling arms moved more. As soon as Nobara was finally able to exhale warm air, her stomach was root-punched again, forcing a breathless hoarse wheeze from the girl followed by a wet sucking sound mixed with plenty of sobbing as Nobara was once again forced to violently snort up toxic mud and stale fertilizer-scented fumes, so much filth traveled up her nose that her nostrils began to narrow as it clung to their sides.  Nobara barely managed to complete half an inhale before the root smashing her stomach again, expelling the air which was immediately replaced by fumes equally as vile. “Your choices are simple, human. Submit and repent, or we will stay here, in this exact pose until one of us perishes. And I am immortal.” Hanami's horrible voice pierced Nobaras ears and filled her with as much disgust as the black, sharp toes squeezing her nose. “You need only stick out your tongue and serve me, then the pain will cease.” Nobara couldn't believe that she was actually considering obeying this monsters sick commands but by this point her guts were beginning to feel bruised and Hanami must've somehow known because that thick root just started absolutely assaulting her. It pounded into her stomach over and over and over again, striking so hard that Nobaras entire body jerked as she let out endless shrieks that were all but completely silenced by the muddy monster sole smothering her mud covered lips. The unending poundings didn't help with her rising levels of nausea, her stomach contents slashed around violently and every hard snort she was forced to take rapidly dragged her closer to submission, or vomiting. “N-Nobara please…” Miwa mumbled through tears, pausing to choke on the warm nasty air coming from her mud covered face. “Ju-just do as she says, please…” “Yes, Nobara, listen to my chair as she is clearly much wiser than you.” Hanami said, her voice remained cold and eerily calm but her patience must have been wearing thin as the kneeling girls panic rose sharply as her nose was brutally gripped by the toes so hard her nostrils were sealed shut, with snotty mud being squeezed out. “Open your mouth, place your tongue upon my sole and serve me.” Nobara knew it was over, she was truly trapped and at this foul monsters mercy. Her crying eyes meekly looked away from Hanami as her lungs burned from what little death-scented stink remained within her. The instant she began to open her mouth the root beating her stomach sunk back into the ground, a bit of mud seeped past her lips as she took a nasty breathful of air before her tongue smacked into the muck covered sole with Nobara gagging and wheezing so hard her body practically vibrated as her tastebuds were drowned, she could feel her tongue sink a bit into the mostly cold mud before pressing flat against the warm, still actively sweating sole. “Good.” Hanami stated, her voice unchanged and still hostile despite having won. “Now you will drag your tongue side to side for approximately ten seconds, then you will lick upwards, where my toes and their swampy crevices await.” “...You made the right choice…” Miwa mumbled, giving up any hope of ever being free again as her friends sickened whimpers filled her ears. Nobara felt so repulsed, sickened and nauseated that she half expected to turn green, not that it would be visible beneath the mud masking her face…but at least Hanamis right foot stopped pushing so brutally against her face, simply so she could lick better and lick is what she did, obeying the cursed spirits command, even counting the seconds within her mind. She kept her tongue stiff and rigid, her mouth opened partially, and turned her head slightly to the left while producing guttural wheezes as her tongue sliced through the cold mud like rancid butter. Once her tongue neared the edge of the wide, muck dripping sole, Nobara began moving her head in the opposite direction, feeling worse than she'd ever felt before with the taste of mud and nature-obsessed demon skin making her tongue quiver with how unbelievably repulsive it was. “Your sobs sound so sweet but I cannot see why you would cry. What better way is there to serve a steward of the earth than to ensure that her feet are clean enough to respectfully walk the earth? You should feel pride to have been elevated to such an important role, it is far more than you deserve.” Hanami said just as Nobaras tongue reached the other side of her heel, the cursed spirit felt a surge of superiority as her effortlessly defeated enemy began to slowly drag her tongue upwards. “And think, this is merely the beginning.” Such a thought certainly didn't make Nobaras humiliating task any either though it didn't slow her down, nothing could, she was smearing her tongue up the center of the muddy sole at such a slow speed that Hanami would have harmed her if such a sluggish lick didn't feel amazing for the sadistic monster. In fact, everything thus far had been going absolutely amazing for the cursed spirit…she had two humans all alone, at her mercy and seeking forgiveness for their species transgressions, her chair was comfortable and quivering, seeing Nobara knelt down while actively choking on mud was nearly as sublime as feeling her tongue, even the sounds her two pets made sounded like a sweet sweet symphony of sad sounds ranging from low groveling whimpers to beautiful wails of regret…though despite her immense joy, the wicked creature just sat there atop Miwas back, appearing as hostile and vicious as before, presiding over the scene of humiliation like an indifferent statue. Unsurprisingly Nobara was having a much different experience. Her tongue was finally reaching the base of the black toes, the instant she tasted them even slightly a loud gag burst from her with enough force to blow some mud from the foot. “Lick them clean.” Hanami commanded. “Do your duty.” Nobara somehow found the strength to keep going despite knowing that without the roots holding her in placed she would have collapsed into a weeping mess long ago. She started moving her tongue side to side, a big faster than before, along the underside of Hanamis pitch black, mud covered toes with every little movement of her tongue sending muck dripping down her shirt, staining it and providing new places for the toxic stink to ooze from. Nobara licked to the left, then the right, then back again and so on, gagging so much that she sounded like a struggling car engine, sputtering and whinging so loudly it absolutely scared away every animal within a mile. She knew that Hanami desired for her to lick between the toes, but with how bad their bottoms tasted Nobara was horrified of venturing into those tight little spaces so she desperately tried to please the spirit by doing a decent job of licking. Meanwhile, Miwa continued to act as a loyal chair, her body aching so much from the exertion of supporting a heavy, muscular monster that she nearly wished to trade places with Nobara…but chose to remain silent, especially since the toe licking girl sounded more like a revolted dying animal than a respectable sorcerer. “Enough stalling.” Hanami said suddenly. “You will service the crevices or you will be brutally punished.” To her great shame, Nobara tried to beg but barely made a sound before Hanamis foot pushed a bit harder, that plunged her tongue between the two largest toes which immediately made her dry-heave several times like a sick dog. Her tongue remained in its new disgusting location however and after feeling her stomach churn she began to lick, twisting her tongue back and forth like a drill digging through the mud. Within a few seconds, a lot of the filth had vanished, either it has soaked down into her mouth or dropped down onto her shirt though Nobara felt like it had all gone to her stomach as her tongue began to slow and her skin, beneath her outer muddy exterior, turned a sickly pale. “This is as satisfying as I had imagined, though I do not do this for pleasure. Your filthy race must atone, you must be made to suffer, the earth and her bountiful scores of nature demand it.” Hanami hissed, hardly able to be heard over the queasy girls' endless choking and dry-heaving. Unbeknownst to Miwa, a thin root was creeping up from below her head. “Is this not a truly beautiful sight, my loyal chair, watch and admire as your friend fulfills her true purpose in life.” Miwa would have obeyed without hesitation but that root shot up and forced her to look. It wrapped around her throat several times and kept wrapping and wrapping upwards until her skull was nearly engulfed, at which point her head was snapped so hard to the side her neck nearly snapped and upon seeing the miserable state of Nobara, she almost wished it did. Immediately after, Nobara had the unpleasant honor of feeling Hanamis putrid foot sliding against her mouth but barely a half second later Nobaras dry-heaving continued as her tongue slipped into the next tiny little crevice where it began to clean, being squeezed by strong warm toes and being marinated by cold, sweaty toxic mud. Nobara wasn't sure of this particular toe crevice tasted worse than the last or if she was just overwhelmed by disgust but her licking slowed greatly, her tongue barely scrubbed and despite her best efforts to serve she could only keep going for another few seconds before she had to retract her tongue. “Ple-bbleuhh!” Her tongue brought with it a load of horrid mud, which her gag blasted the inside of her mouth with, making her even more nauseous. “Please stop! Let us leave, we'll…we'll forget this ever happened! Please just have merc-” Begging had been a mistake, that was made clear as about a dozen vines burst through the ground. They wrapped around Nobara and yanked her down to the grass so that she was laid out flat, groveling at Hanamis feet as the cursed spirit stood.  “I warned you, human, disobedience would be punished harshly.” Nobaras head was resting on her chin, her weeping eyes fearfully looking up at the disturbing face of her new owner until two small roots popped up directly in front of her and as her gaze focused on them her eyes widened with absolute horror. “No…NO NO N-” The thin root were almost like scorpion stingers, as they were each tipped with a thorn. Each root shot into her mouth, digging the thorns into the corners of her lips with blood immediately seeping out as her mouth was pulled wide open to an impossible degree all while she wailed as if being murdered as the thorns dug into her like fish hooks. “This is the path you have chosen.”  Nobaras whole body shook and fought pointlessly below the roots, she had no chance of escape and could do nothing but watch as Hanamis right foot slowly overed forth, still filthy despite her best efforts to be a good slave. “No no wai-”  That foot kicked forward with incredible speed and came to a violent halt as it smashed into her gaping mouth which was still just barely too small to accommodate the large foot. Hanami didn't care though and Nobara felt the effects of that immediately, the foot kept pushing and pushing and within about three seconds the tortured girls screaming became a bit muffled as the foot began to slowly sink in…the sides shoved the thorns in deeper, her tongue felt the sickening tips of the pointed toes rake over her tastebuds before they reached her throat, leaving her tongue behind to be mostly smothered by the ball of the foot which tasted beyond vile. “I did not tell you to cease the cleaning.” Hanami stated, pushing her foot downwards with enough force Nobara lower teeth nearly shattered before her tongue began to move, barely considering the great amount of pressure bearing down on it within her overstuffed mouth. “Excellent. Now the suffering will continue, even worse than before.” Nobaras tongue felt some more sole slowly grind over it as the sharpened toes entered her throat, the tips dragging and scraping at her soft insides caused such intense pain that her screams were hardly even muffled. It felt like at any moment the disgusting things would causes her to bleed more but somehow that didn't happen, the toes just kept slithering deeper and deeper, coating everything in mud and forcibly expanding her insides without mercy, so much so that Nobara could feel all the sweat and mud and filth slowly sinking down her throat like some kind of sobbing sewer pipe. Her stomach began to churn but she kept suffering through the torture, she had no choice. Her tongue continued to move as best it could, wiggling weakly like a smashed worm under a boot.  Then, without much of a warning, everything came shooting back up violently, her throat was flooded with stomach acid and a swamps worth of monster-sweat infused mud. It all came to a halt upon reaching Hanamis toes but the pressure kept building and rising and soon enough the filth began to squeeze through, seeping past the nasty toes through what miniscule space there was with Nobara vibrating with so much shame, disgust and agony that it nearly shook the roots trapping her.  Miwa, still in her chair position and being forced to watch, began to sob harder upon seeing Nobaras eyes bulge, the corners of her unnaturally gaping mouth began to ooze out a sickening brown liquid as all the mud and muck finally came surging out like a lazy geyser. “Ah, at last. I was awaiting that, as were the trees and the roots below, they yearned for your suffering and you have provided it in droves…” Hanami said, Nobara almost wanted to cry with joy, thinking she'd be shown mercy. “And you will continue to please your audience.” The toes began to move again, slowly, this time raking the ‘floor’ of her throat with much more ferocity. Nobaras screams were unaffected by her throat being plugged as those pointed toes dragged along, leaving behind papercuts while she could do nothing but grovel unwillingly, serving Hanami and atoning for humanities sins against the earth by swallowing mud forced down her throat by a self-righteous, sadistic cursed spirit who had decided she was Nobaras new owner and it would seem she was right… _____________________ Also, during the writing of the last 25ish% of this fic, I had a slave licking my feet😎
(A fic commissioned and **not** paid for by footlover2223 whom probably isn't going to pay at this point but it's short so it's getting uploaded anyways) Down in the dark subway tunnels beneath Central City, two speeding tornados of swiftness zoomed through the narrow corridors. They had been engaged in a heated battle, due to the Reverse Flash committing some heinous crime, the fight had started off normally enough but now the yellow-clad villain was beaten, bloodied, his clothes were torn to shreds and he knew the likelihood of victory was basically nonexistent.  As he desperately tried to think of an escape method everything suddenly went to shit as the Flash just barely managed to briefly grab his shoulder. It wasn't much but it was enough contact to unbalance the man and when running at supersonic speeds, it altered his path, sending him crashing sideways into the tunnel wall. The massive levels of momentum kept the Reverse Flash going, tumbling and skidding across the ground so brutally it would've killed a lesser human but to him it was just massively agonizing and it quickly got even worse. As his body tumbled like a leaf in a hurricane, Flash zipped ahead and immediately after the Reverse Flash came to complete halt as his ribcage smashed into the kick his foe had unleashed. With several ribs shattering, the mans scream were unsurprisingly loud enough to rupture eardrums as he crashed to the solid cement floor.  "Is that all" Flash scoffed. "I was expecting more of, I don't know, a fight I guess?"  Reverse Flash typically would've had a snappy comeback but was in far too much excruciating pain, enough that he didn't even resist as the Flashs boot stomped onto his throat, though it quickly transferred to his face and pressed down so savagely the man could feel the quite solid rubber boot treads making little indents into his skin, and probably his skull as well.  "You killed a lotta people tonight, you belong in prison but I think I've got a much better solution, a more…permanent solution." The Flash said, angered but increasingly filled with worrying sadistic glee as he seemingly tried to crush his clearly defeated foes head. "I think it's a pretty great solution actually, a real win-win. I know you used to be a real big fan of mine so I doubt you'll mind a bit of celebrity worship." "Wha-what…" Reverse Flash felt like a mountain was atop his face. "...the hell are you talking abou-"  Reverse Flashs face was nearly torn off as the victorious flash sped off, towards the wall. He effortlessly ran up it, across the ceiling and down the opposite wall and overtop his fallen foes body with every step nearly breaking more bone. Then the flash did that again and again and again and he kept going, becoming a red blur of motion moving endlessly with Reverse Flash helpless to resist as he was treated like a part of the ground. Over the course of about three seconds his stomach was stomped, his left arm was nearly broken, the right was next, followed by more ribs and then by even more ribs which were shattered to dust, his screaming echoed so loud it scared hobos a mile away and it only got louder, as well as more pitiful. His crotch was stomped, more ribs were broken, his throat was smashed, once, then twice, then his head was nearly broken, followed by his neck again and again and over the next twenty seconds it continued, with the Reverse Flashs body being so brutally trampled that the unending boot stomps barely left a single bone without some kind of fracture.  Suddenly it stopped, but the defeated villain received a kick that sent him flipping over several times before landing face down though that didn't last. His head was unceremoniously lifted and the mouth of a putrid red boot was violently shoved down onto it, plunging the Reverse Flash into darkness as well into a pit of foulness so horrid he immediately began gagging from the stench. Just as he was beginning to realize what was happening, everything got a fast again, his ankle was grabbed and he was dragged at impossible speeds…facedown on the train tracks, moving so fast that the wooden crossbeams beat his guts, squeezing the air from his lungs and forcing him to constantly snort in the putrid stink trapped in the boot with him. It made the man instantly feel nauseous and ready to puke but the train track swiftly vanished, replaced by stairs then asphalt and then finally they came to a sudden halt. Reverse Flash heard the worried cries of Asian women fleeing and at that point he was forced to his knees, the boot was torn off and he found himself face-to-sole with the Flashs large, sweat dripping feet, bathed in bright, harsh incandescent lighting.  "I figured a massage parlor would be appropriate for this." He said, seated comfortably in a chair with his feet on a footrest. "I know you're half dead, and you look like you want to vomit, but stick your tongue out."  Reverse Flash knew he was beaten and his bones were so broken shouldn't even be able to kneel but even still he opened his mouth to protest. Before his voicebox could even start making sound, the Flash zoomed up, threw him down and began to unleash an avalanche of stomps so hard that as the warm, sweaty sole beat his face it left a crack on the cheap floor tiling below. And within two seconds it was over, he was back on his knees only this time the Flash wasn't as patient and the Reverse Flashs face was smooshed into by the heros feet which remained in place, smothering him and quickly earning plenty of revolted gags.  "I said 'tongue out', let's go already!" Flash commanded, smirking as he could hardly take his arch nemesis seriously, meanwhile Reverse Flash just groaned as the feet pressed harder against his wheezing face. "Come on, don't be such a sore loser. And don't make me make your face any more sore than it already is, my feet are sore enough so hurry up with that tongue."  Not wanting to be tortured any more, the Reverse Flash felt incomprehensible amounts of shame as he slowly stuck out his tongue. The instant it hit skin he gagged even harder than before, nearly dry-heaving as his tastebuds experienced the overwhelmingly salty flavor of sweat soaked skin and then the villain kinda just knelt there, aching and groaning and trying not to vomit.  "Wow, I must've given you some brain damage." The Flash rolled his eyes. "You got your tongue out, now use it!"  To the surprise of both speedsters, the Reverse Flash began to lick. He started with the left foot, with it being quite large and ominous, he started down at the heel, licking upwards slowly with the sweat, stink and foul flavor all piling up on his tongue as it traveled. As the man completed the first lick he avoided eye contact but choked out a 'Fuck you' that only made the Flash chuckle, he then chuckled again as his beaten foe reluctantly went back down for another lick, dragging his tongue downwards with just as much putrid sweat and foul flavors assaulting his tastebuds as he went.  "Hey, what's wrong? I thought you were supposed to be the fastest man alive?" The Flash asked with a snarky little grin. "Hurry it up, speedy."  "Oh no, no, that's not gonna work." The Reverse Flash managed to grumble over his immense disgust, his face completely buried in feet. "You can't manipulate my pride into making me lick fas-"  "Lick faster, now." The Flash said, grinning slightly but he leaned forward a bit threateningly. "Or we can go for another run in the subway if you'd like?"  A defeated little sigh came from the villain that turned to another gag before it even finished. But after that, the Flash reclined to relax as he felt a increase in licking speed while down below the Reverse Flash did the opposite of relax…he kept his tongue moving and his nose kept begrudgingly sniffing, both ensured the cheap massage parlor would be filled with disgusted, choking gags as the man struggled to continue feasting on the feet laid out before his broken, kneeling body.  "So, yea, don't stop licking but this is basically going to be your life now." The Flash casually said, feeling a small pause in the licking but the slave swiftly continued, slobbering and gagging all over the right foot. "Heh, you learn quickly, be a good boy and move over to the other foo-" "Hey jackass, don't push yo-" Reverse Flash paused to wheeze and choke on the toxic air. "Don't push your luck, I'm only doing this becau-"  "Because you're a weak little loser that can't even come up with a cool supervillain name." The hero mocked as his slave reluctantly obeyed, turning his tongue over to the left sole where he licked in small, slow circles. "Seriously, the 'Reverse Flash'? That craps so unoriginal I'd win a copyright lawsuit." "It's supposed to be-"  The foot the slave was licking pressed into his face hard and swiftly turned to the side so fast, it took the Reverse Flashes head with it, nearly snapping his neck.  "The only superpower you seem any good with is hurting my ears with your voice." The Flash scoffed as his foe returned to licking his left foot, which he watched with an impossibly demeaning gaze while comfortably resting arms behind his head. "There you go, and remember, you'd better lick fast or-"  "Subway." Reverse Flash groaned, his face glistening with sweat. "I kno-"  "Lick faster." The defeated villain very reluctantly obeyed, going from licking at a slowish pace to a relatively fast one which did two things. It grew the smirk already on the Flashs lips and secondly it made the slave even worse as more licks meant more foul tastes on his tongue. He licked up and down, over and over again with his own spit mixing with the copious amounts of warm sweat, not that it changed the horribly salty taste at all, it still felt like licking a pile of wet, hot salt so foul that the Reverse Flash couldn't help but endlessly wheeze as his tongue effortlessly slid around with frequent gags also escaping the man's sweat slathered lips.  "You and I both know you can be faster than that!" The Flash yelled with amusement while the Reverse Flash received a degrading, painful slap from the left foot which harshly jerked his head over to the right foot. "Get to it, and save your stupid comments for someone who cares." The Reverse Flash, picturing himself stomping his red-clad foes skull in, angrily and somewhat fearfully obeyed. He leaned in more towards the Flashs vile right foot, enough that his whole face smooshed into the soft, sweaty sole and he licked, taping into his superspeed just a tiny bit and too his immense humiliation it quickly drew a very pleasured little moan from the Flash as his foot was licked, heel to toe, about six times every second with the slave moving so fast he was a yellow blur, one that still spouted out all manners of disgusted sounds but now they came even faster.  "Oh man, this was definitely the right choice. Definitely better then sending you to jail. I also thought about just killing you but, eh, I'm a superhero, I'm a good guy, I'd never do anything so heinous." The Flash said as he continued forcing a man with many broken bones to tongue-scrap sweat from his feet. "And honestly, you deserve worse than this, maybe I'll rent you out to other heros. Or maybe not, this feels pretty great. Start licking sideways now, I've got two feet and they'll both need some very in depth attention." Grumbling several rude things, the Reverse Flashs swiftly returned to choking and wheezing as his head began moving side to side at superhuman speeds. His tongue stayed pressed flat, scraping away loads of sweat that was mostly sent flying and what sweat didn't fly off stayed on the mans tongue which ultimately leaked in past his lips, coating the insides and ensuring the horrifically pungent, salty taste would stain his mouth for weeks. Unsurprisingly his nose wasn't doing much better than the tongue, every side to side motion bent the thing over but didn't stop it from snorting in all the air needed to maintain, air that made his nostrils ache and burn nearly as bad as his tongue.  "You know, seeing you down there– well, seeing a stupid yellow blur down there, has kinda made me wonder how I ever even saw you as a threat to begin with." The Flash mocked as both of his feet were simultaneously soaked with spit and given the best massage the crappy massage parlor had ever seen. This continued for several seconds before the hero chuckled. "And going back to the topic of your crappy name, maybe after your accident in the subway you'll changed it from Reverse Flash to Forward Crash?"  The villain didn't intend to respond to such a poor joke and the taunts that came with it, unfortunately he didn't need to as the Flash spoken up again after a few seconds of relaxing.  "Ugh no wonder I just kicked your ass, you're so slow!" He groaned, killing off the last bit of his slaves pride. "Stop. Stop licking, just kneel there with your slug-speed tongue out." The Reverse Flash was perfectly fine with stopping, even if it would certainly lead to something even worse, he pulled his head back just a bit and stuck his tongue straight out only for the Flashs left heel to kick into it at a high speed, flattening it and pinning the bottom to his chin while the top was crushed by the grinning heros sweaty heel.  "Alright just stay like that, let me show you what real speed is. Take notes, loser." 'Real speed' turned out to be real painful too, the instant the Flashs foot began moving up and down the slave let out a surprised scream as the sweaty sole effortlessly dragged his facial features along with it, nearly ripping them off and the speed just kept increasing as more nanoseconds passed. The Reverse Flashs nose was beaten up and down mercilessly, his eyebrows were nearly shaved off, every upwards motion was like a catastrophic uppercut to his chin thanks to the Flashs heel striking it without a care for the immense pain it caused. As the seconds kept coming the foot got faster and faster, the Flash also pushed his foot harder as well, slowly but surely forcing the Reverse Flash to move his head back all while he tasted every single little millimeter of rancid, warm skin a million times a second.  "Yea! There we go, this'll do." The Flash chuckled as his whole leg was barely a red blur of speed. "This is real convenient too, it's relaxing, it's fun, it's good exercise and good training. You should get used to this, you're gonna be in this exact position a whole lot." The Reverse Flash dreaded such a thought, to the point that escaping began to creep into his mind despite his many broken bones. The horrendous taste, the painful to breathe smells, the humiliation of serving his hated foe, were all getting to be a bit too much. He knew he'd probably fail but just staying in such a degrading position was definitely not an option.  "Maybe if I do this to all the bad guys I meet, they'll stop doing bad stuff." The Flash pondered aloud. "I'd run out of bad guys real quick though." The friction of a high-speed sweaty sole and the face/tongue it was grinding into dust became frictiony enough that it began to produce heat. At first it wasn't so noticeable but within seconds the Reverse Flash began to feel it, as if his face were in a microwave and it very quickly became too much to handle, it felt like his skin were being rubbed off and like his tastebuds were on the verge of falling off, the newly introduced heat even made the nasty sweat warmer with the only 'relief' the man received coming from the cool, putrid air he still continuously snorted in.  "This really must suck for you, especially after being defeated so easily. But I guess it's true what they say, crime really doesn't-"  The Reverse Flash zoomed off, or at least tried to. He moved at the speed of sound, about four feet to his left before his broken bones swiftly defeated him and sent the villain tumbling, he smashed through the stores window, crashed/bounced across the street and into a conveniently placed dark alley. He finally rolled to a stop, more broken than before, he tried to crawl deeper into the alley but froze as he heard slow, sarcastic clapping behind him. Then trash and stuff around him was stirred up like in a tornado as the Flash basically teleported into front of him.  "Well that kinda just settles the debate doesn't it? Open your mouth up, Forward Crash." The Flash ordered, not waiting and giving his slave a solid kick in the face that nearly broke his neck again.  As the defeated villains chin smacked back down to the ground he very quickly opened his mouth to its widest limits but that wasn't enough, the Flashs left foot kicked into the open mouth but got snagged on the corners of the slaves mouth.  "Be a good boy, move your head forward and get those toes in, swallow them for your new Master." The Flash commanded with all the deviancy of a villain.  The Reverse Flash, broken and very very beaten didn't even hesitate. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he meekly submitted to his new owner…wheezing from the horrid stench and groaning from his broken body, the failed villain slowly pushed his head forward, at first nothing happened but once he pushed a bit harder all five toes slipped in and forced a gag from him as they smacked into the back of his throat as the Flash laughed cruelly above. The Reverse Flash didn't complain or protest…he merely accepted his fate and began rubbing his tongue all around the bottom of the foot filling his mouth.
Black Butler Feet- Alois' Annoying Antics by AkaiTheGuy, literature
Literature
Black Butler Feet- Alois' Annoying Antics
(A happy little fic I made for someones birthday) Trancy estate was a large, magnificent building and its surrounding property was no different. Lovely gardens, exquisite statues, fountains and the like all dotted the expansive yard behind the rich boys house, perhaps most interesting of these features was a massive hedge maze complete with all manner of secrets and hidden spaces within.  One of these tucked-away secrets was a quaint little area, the hedges of the maze were in a circle shape aside from a narrow entry way, the ground consisted of solid white stone tiles and at the center was small metal table complete with two chairs. Ciel Phantomhive was there as well, but he was not seated on a chair, nor was he seated at all. For the past several hours the young lord had been on his hands and knees, waiting, directly in front of the entrance with his head dangling. "I cannot believe I actually agreed to this. Damn me and my sense of honor, damn Alois for winning that duel and damn those two butlers for enforcing our agreement." He groaned. "I still don't see how that pest bested me in our sword fight…but at least this week of foot slavery is nearly over…" As if his words had summoned the annoying blonde boy, Ciel began to hear the sound of fast footsteps and faint giggling. Ciel lifted his head and his frown grew even wider as he saw Alois happily skipping down the narrow maze corridor. "Awww, look, you didn't even move! Just like I ordered, how sweet of you." Alois snickered with glee as his brown boots smashed the grass below. "You must really love me. That, or all this training is really starting to pay off, either way, thank you my sweet little Ciely-poo." "I'm only in this degrading position because I have to be. And do NOT call me such a name aga-"  Alois reached his temporary slave and leapt forward, those brown boots slammed onto Ciels upper back which sent him down to the stone tiles with a hard thud that was quickly followed by repressed, pained grunts from Ciel as the blonde began carelessly wandering around his back, grinning devilishly as he encountered no resistance. Alois giggled as he spun and twirled with his boot heels twisting Ciels expensive clothing as well as leaving bruises upon the reluctantly submitting lads skin. "Oh Ciely-poo I'll call you whatever I want! Until our temporary agreement ends in two days." Alois announced loudly, he jumped forward and landed on his pets rump, which he happily dug his boots into violently while savoring all the very noticeable flinching Ciel did. This lasted about three seconds before the angry slave lifted his head to speak but he never got the chance, Alois expertly stepped back with his right foot and with that Ciels head was forced back down, his facial features all smooshed as he was forced to listen to more of Alois's mocking words. "Yes, it really is convenient that we have two demon butlers that are very, very determined to see any faustian deals we make get honored." The boot heel began to twist down into Ciels head, hard enough he had to force himself to remain quiet while Alois merely crossed his arms and continued speaking with a smug, victorious smirk. "My dear Claude was quite adamant about it but it seemed to me that your…lesser butler was far more enthusiastic about the thought of his master being a little foot licker for a week." Alois snickered. "Perhaps you should treat your staff with more kindness." When Ciel continued to be stubbornly quiet Alois decided to change that. The blondes left foot left his rump, suddenly shifting all the weight to the hard boot sole and heel already crushing Ciels skull, the abrupt shift forced a quick, loud yelp from Ciel which was drowned out by Alois's laughter. The blonde followed it up by simply slipping off Ciels head, the boot scraping his scalp painfully on the dismount and the instant Alois's feet hit the ground Ciels head rose with anger, just in time to find that same boot flying towards him.  "Good boy, eat it!" Alois shouted as the slender boot tip kicked its way past Ciels lips and deep into his mouth, out of price his tongue hid away but the humiliation was still unbearable. It was almost as painful as being kicked in the mouth. "Well maybe don't eat my boot, I've got other things I need to shove into your mouth. Oh! Speaking of which, I've got a surprise for you!" Ciel let out a degrading 'blurrg' sound as the boot pulled from his mouth, scraping his teeth in the process. He wanted to call his temporary owner several rude things but before he could Alois jumped again, squeezing another yelp from Ciel as his upper back was crushed, followed by grunts as Alois casually walked down the length of his body before hopping off and walking towards the quaint little metal table. "DON'T move!" Alois snickered as he reached down to his boots. "I need to prepare your surprise." "Fine." "Fine?"  "No." "Come onnn, say it right." "N-" "Say it right!" "Ugh…fine…..Yes…My Lord, I shall await your next command." Facedown, Ciel heard some humiliating giggles and movement and almost immediately he heard "Okay ready!" followed by the sounds of moist soles slapping down to the ground on both sides of his head, before he had the chance to do anything his hair was grabbed, his head was yanked up and two long, black silk socks were forced into his mouth. His eyes bulged, hoarse gagging filled the air as if mouth eas filled with sweat oozing fabric and before he could spit them out Alois's left foot stomped his head back down. Unluckily, Ciels head landed a bit sideways which smooshed his cheek and the socks within against the stone tiles, causing a surge of warm, salty sweat to flood his mouth so quick it instantly seeped out, leaving him coughing painfully while his nose burned horribly. Alois used this as an opportunity to run off and sit at the table, giggling madly as Ciel lifted himself to a crawling position where he proceeded to basically vomit out the nasty socks along with a mouthful of sweat.  By the time Ciel finished and turned to face his hated rival, Alois was already comfortable with his legs extended with his feet side by side, heels resting on the cool stone. Ciel also noticed, with disgust, a trail of sweaty footprints leading up to the overly excited young sadist. "Ohhh foot slave!" Alois sung put with a wiggle of his toes. "Time for you to humiliate yourself even more, my feet are ready to be worshiped. Thoroughly!" "Don't call it that." Ciel grumbled, reluctantly crawling forth with barely any hesitation. "Why not? Worship is exactly what is and with a god like me I don't know why you're complaining!" "You're hardly a clown, let alone a go-" "Oh thank you for asking, slave! I think I'd like you to start with the left foot this time!" Alois snickered, loving the glare he got from Ciel as he reached his dreaded destination. "The next thing your tongue does better be lic- worshiping my dainty, delicate, delicious little foot!" As much as he absolutely wanted to just outright murder Alois right now, he couldn't and Ciel also knew it was unwise to keep the horrible blonde waiting as punishments were harsh so he just gave Alois another glare and lowered his head to the sounds of his unending giggles. As Ciels nose got closer to the feet the stink grew stronger, it was a sickly sweet and sour stench, like Alois went stomping through a pile of perfume,rotted lemons and sugar. The stink made Ciels nose curl and as his face sunk down to the level of Alois's feet he wish he had two eyepatches so he wouldn't have to see himself serving the pasty white, slender feet. "Let's go! Before the sweat dries!" Alois demanded, once again grinning as Ciel immediately moved closer, towards his left heel. "Yea get to licking slave, before I decide to add mud to the mix again!" That was enough to spur Ciel into action. His tongue was already soaked in sock sweat but as it smacked out onto Alois's heel it only got wetter, the vile taste and musk was enough to make his whole body visibly stiffen, he nearly gagged again but somehow kept it in though his face did redden as the blonde snickered again, intently watching his pet work. "And I'm certain you'd he happy to know I made them extra sweaty, just for you!" Ciels tongue was practically shaking from the sheer saltiness but somehow he started licking, specifically he licked upwards with his tongue pressed flat and moving at a quick speed. He completed the first lick, already looking like he wanted to vomit but his head just dropped back down to the heel for the second lick, which he performed flawlessly followed by three third and forth and so on, all while he basically bowed before Alois and his impossibly degrading smirk. "Yes, I went out on some business around London. Boring, dreadful business but I made sure to leave my carriage behind, I must've walked ten miles around those nasty peasant-filled streets. So, did my little scheme work?" Coincidentally, upon completing the tenth lick, Ciels tongue accidentally slipped between some moist toes, forcing a sudden gag out of him that sent Alois into another fit of laughter that tortured Ciels ears as he continued to lick with embarrassment. "It seems it did work, lovely! Lovely like my feet and I noticed my lovely toes just made you choke so I think I'd like you to focus on them next!" Alois ordered, snapping his fingers several times. "Hurry up slave, those toes won't worship themselves." Ciel gave another harsh glare but still, he moved his tongue up Alois's slender sole and just as he was about to begin licking the other foot swooped up and slapped his cheek with a wet thud. "No, no you adorable fool, open your mouth and shove all five in like a good slave." Alois commanded, staring into Ciels eye while the foot-licker stared back but after a tense moment Ciel sighed, then opened his mouth much to Alois's pleasure. That little act of submission brought him enough joy that he began wiggling his toes. "Good, goooood, make sure all five get all the love and attention they deserve." Too ashamed to even insult the snickering blonde, Ciel opened his mouth even wider as he positioned his head above the foot. As he began to lower himself down he felt even more mocked by the playfully wiggling toes he was about to suck. Within a second the Phantomhive lord was just beginning to feel the warm sweaty skin as he wrapped his lips around the toes but before he could finish Alois's other foot shot into the air.  "You can do better than that!" Alois shouted right before his heel hammered down onto Ciels head, the boy gagged so hard he nearly vomited as five wiggly toes shot deep into his throat. The foot then slammed into his back, collapsing Ciel to the ground with the heel immediately returning to the top of Ciels head, pushing it down so savagely Ciel gagged and scratched at the ground and even whimpered loudly as the toes moved around, wiggling, moving and jerking all around within his throat. The foot atop his head pushed down harder and almost immediately Ciel felt his pride die as bits of his own saliva mixed with sweat began seeping from his mouth as he just laid there, choking and bowing at the feet of the blonde boy he very much so despised. Alois, meanwhile, got comfortable as if his chair were a throne. He leaned back, placed his hands behind his head and smirked as Ciel very obviously tried to not visibly suffer but the pain and disgust he felt were very obvious, he even looked like he could cry but they didn't happen yet. He just laid there, sucking/gagging on Alois's long, sweaty toes while his head served as a footstool for the blondes other foot which leaked plenty of sweat down. Alois let out a relaxed sigh, content that he had completely and utterly annihilated his beloved rivals pride probably for the rest of his life. "Yea, just stay down there, exactly like that. Claude should be making dinner by now, so I think I'll just stay in this position. We've got an hour or so, so maybe I'll take a little nap. And you? Well I suppose you could start WORSHIPING my sole. I'd have you do the toes but they seem to be busy exploring your throat." 'Exploring your throat' was a very accurate way to describe the agony those toes were causing. Regardless, Ciel obeyed and soon his tongue was moving at a slugging pace, smearing and rubbing all over Alois's sweaty, pale sole. "And just think, Ciely-poo, you've still got two entire days of being literally my property! By the time I'm done with you, you'll either be suicidal or have a foot fetish….oh, and you're doing a lovely job of licking, keep it up."
Cyberpunk-Kiwi Hacks Her Chromed-up Foot Slave by AkaiTheGuy, literature
Literature
Cyberpunk-Kiwi Hacks Her Chromed-up Foot Slave
(various reference pics https://docs.google.com/document/d/1je9yO-zRaj2KElqVHq2Q7gFcdNbQ4E7XpyebzLDhLxA/edit?usp=drivesdk ) "Those cock-gobblers never knew what hit 'em!" Rebecca cheered, raising her beer while seated at the bar of the Afterlife and the rest of Maines crew did the same with a cheer, all except for Kiwi. She was leaned against a wall behind them, smoking through her mask and staring at Lucy's back with a mostly dull but slightly sinister gaze. "Hmm. It has been awhile." Kiwi said to herself while the bar was rocked by blaring techno-rave-guttercore music and the sounds of many other patrons talking. "I suppose I'd be justified in doing it, Lucy won't agree." Kiwi dropped her cigarette and used the reddish bottom of her otherwise black boot to grind the embers to dust. "But I suppose her cooperation isn't required." She stated calmly. "Or wanted." With that Kiwi strolled over, leaned next to her victims ear and firmly said. "Hey Lucy, come with me. Got some intel on another gig, wanna get your opinion." "Uh…I'm kinda busy but fine." Lucy sighed with rather tired eyes as the previous job saw her sprinting, shooting and murdering folks so she clearly wished to just sit there. "Lead the way." Several seconds later… A door slid open and the two entered a dark, 'quieter' hallway. They walked in silence, aside from the blaring music, for several seconds before Lucy finally spoke up.  "Alright, let's hear it." She said as they neared doors to the various bathrooms at the halls end, at which point Kiwi came to a abrupt halt as did Lucy with her back turned to the women's bathroom. "Okay now you're acting kinda spazzy, you need to get your chrome checked or something?" "The jobs simple enough." Kiwi stated, a snarky tone crept into her voice. "You've done it plenty of times, been awhile though." Knowing exactly what the weird blonde Netrunner meant, Lucy's eyes shot wide open with annoyance and disgust. "No! I won't be a part of your nas-" "The job is simple. Enter the bathroom, we won't be disturbed." Kiwi stated professionally, she pointed to the door which was covered in police caution tape. "Some idiot got herself shot in there last week so it's closed. So get inside and don't worry, there'll be plenty of eddies for your hard work." Clearly not willing to comply, Lucy attempted to walk off and that is when she discovered Kiwi had synthetic muscle implants in her legs. The blondes boot kicked into Lucy's stomach so hard she rocketed backwards, choked up blood and flew straight through the caution tape with the door barely opening fast enough, as the door closed the girls back smashed into a mirror before she finally came to a halt, sliding down the wall and landing between the some sinks. "Gah…goddammit, why does she keep making lick her feet?" Lucy groaned in pain, wiping away blood from her mouth as she lifted her head.  Aside from the (now broken) mirror and several bathroom stalls to the left the room was completely empty with a dirty, bare concrete floor and ominously dim lighting. The door slid open and in walked Kiwi, stoic and calm as ever which prompted Lucy to pull out her orange cutting-energy-wire thing like a cornered animal but that didn't last, Kiwi's eyes flashed and glowed and immediately the wire disappeared. "Seriously? You think you'd win a fight? Hilarious." Kiwi stated with vague sarcasm. "Now be a good girl and submit before I have to fry your whole system, I've done enough hacking for today. And look, you're already on the ground. So what's it gonna be?" Before she even finished speaking, Kiwi knew exactly what her former protégé would do. Lucy refused to submit yet again so she swiftly tried to jump to her feet, she rose up a bit and…Kiwi's knee uppercutted her jaw, making Lucy's head smash through a sink before she dropped to the ground, she tried to move but was pinned as a boot stomped onto her neck with the long, square heel pressing down directly onto her throat rendering her barely able to breathe as she lay there, dazed and angry. "Ready?" Kiwi asked coldly as she twisted her boot around a bit, making Lucy squirm before sarcasticly adding. "Come on, it's been a couple months and besides, ain't we chooms?" Lucy coughed and cleared her throat, then wheezed out. "Chooms don't make chooms lick their nasty fee-" Lucy would've screamed but instead a horrible choking noise escaped her mouth as Kiwi lifted her right foot up and balanced solely on her left foot, or rather just the heel which was on the verge of snapping her slaves neck in half. "Well then, since you want to be difficult…" Kiwi mumbled, Lucy's pain then doubled as the right boot stomped directly into her guts, making her body jerk so hard that Kiwi was nearly thrown off, but she wasn't so Lucy winced as the boot pressed down on her throat hard enough she couldn't breathe. "I suppose it's convenient we currently aren't chooms, you're on a job right now so I'm your boss." Unable to speak, Lucy grabbed at the foot crushing her neck, her fingers gripped at different parts of the black and red boot as her lungs quickly began to ache. But she was far too weak and as Lucy kept trying to pry the leather boot away she was punished, Kiwi's eyes flashed as she performed some cyberhacking nonsense. Suddenly Lucy felt her tongue become more sensitive and her nose could detect so much more, but mostly it just picked up an utterly vile, unfortunately familiar stink that emanated from the boot currently strangling her…as always Kiwi's feet reeked horribly, like old lemonade drying out on a busy Night City street lined with trash, the smell was sour, pungent, strong and had a tinge of a chemical odor that nearly made Lucy's eyes water. Her ears were still normal but unfortunately she still had to listen Kiwi spew out more snarky, self-righteous mockery. "Remember what I told you last month? That it would be a bad idea for you to get those implants, yea this is why. Never get subdermal sapor enhancers or nasal redolent super-processors when you're a part-time foot slave to your choom, especially when she can hack them to triple your senses of taste and smell." Kiwi said and Lucy was certainly agreed, she also could no longer keep her arms up, her hands slid off the boot crushing her throat but luckily the boot lifted as well, allowing Lucy to suck in air with some difficulty thanks to her torso still being pinned under Kiwi's other boot. "I can see your nose is already suffering from a particularly nasty smell, likely from me not wearing any socks…but anyways, I think it's time for your mouth to suffer as well." As Lucy took her third huge inhale her mouth was suddenly plugged by her blonde 'friends' slender, red boot heel and the back of her throat was basically kicked as Kiwis foot stomped down. Immediately Lucy erupted with a loud gag as her tongue rubbed against the dirty boot heel. Typically such a thing would taste gross but with her tongue implant being manipulated the taste was absolutely horrific, Lucy tried to hide her tongue from the long red heel but regardless of where she moved it her tongue couldn't escape, forcing Lucy to gag endlessly as she experienced what tasted like old rubber mixed with street dust, rocks and metal and to make it worse, Kiwi was just staring down, enjoying the sight of her crewmate being so disgusted it looked like she was having a mild seizure from all the gagging and twitches. "So…you ready to lick my feet yet?" Kiwi asked with a bit of impatience, as if Lucy were the one causing problems. "I know you've gotta be close breaking considering you've never resisted more than about three minutes and look at you now, sucking my boot heel like it's a trash flavored lollipop." Again Kiwi was right, Lucy could already feel her will to resist dying and the thought of simply submitting to get it all done with became increasingly more tempting, she'd done it every other time so why not now? But at the same time Lucy was enraged that her supposed friend would play around with her implants simply for her own pleasure so she had no intentions of giving in(yet), despite gagging and suffering enough that she was on the verge of tears and Kiwis boot being closer to Lucy's nose certainly didn't make the situation any more pleasant.  Several seconds passed, Kiwi tilted her head to the side. "Being stubborn I see, very well. Just remember, I gave you like three chances to be a good little gutter rat." Kiwi sighed rather ominously and Lucy expected to be hacked again but nope, the stoic Netrunner instead chose violence. The high heel deep inside Lucy's mouth shifted suddenly with great force, it jerked her head to the side and Lucy screamed as the inside of her cheek was awkwardly pinned under the heel. "Feel free to scream and cry as much as you want, no one will hear you over the music. Except me of course, but that's fine, it's much more entertaining than the trash they're playing here." Feeling like her cheek was about to be stabbed through by the dull heel, Lucy received some relief as the boot that had been crushing her chest lifted but that relief was soon replaced by fear as it slowly stepped down onto the side of her head. "Last chance Lu-...eh no, no more chances." Kiwi groaned only to then have some snarky joy in her voice. "You know what you'll have to do to end the pain, beg." Kiwis foot rose up and immediately slammed back into Lucy's head so hard she nearly cried out for mercy, another stomp came and she just screamed, loudly with it being cut short by a gag as Lucy's tongue accidentally rubbed into the heel pinning her to the floor. The boot came down a third time, then a fourth and a fifth then finally with the sixth Lucy howled with agony as the flat-bottomed heel smashed into her ear so hard her head was ringing. "Stahp!" Lucy cried out without thinking. She felt beyond pathetic, especially since the boot in her mouth made her sound like a drunken retard. "Stahp stahp!" Another stomp came with Lucy's whole body twisting and writhing, the next stomp was enough to finally force a few tears from the young girl. Then the final stomp came, the boots heel missed somewhat and roughly grazed Lucy's head before slapping down to the floor with a bit of blood staining the boot. "Huh…" Kiwi stated as Lucy shrieked so loud it nearly overloaded the blondes enhanced auditory implants. "Whoops but it's convenient the bottom my boots are already red so I forgiv-" "Take off your fucking boots! I'm ready!" Lucy demanded with rage that failed to hide the fear, disgust and humiliation she was suffering through. "I'll do whatever you want, just stop cracking my goddamn skull!" "Hmm, your terms are acceptable." Kiwi nodded. She took a few steps back with her cold eyes showing a bit of joy at the sight of her slave laying there broken on the ground, she then turned towards the various bathroom stalls. "I guess one of those will work, come on choom…help me pick out a porcelain throne." Lucy grunted as Kiwi's boot kicked into her ribs, the blonde then walked off towards the bathroom stalls and by the time Lucy began to crawl after her Kiwi had already selected a random stall, the door of which slid open revealing a cramp space. After a moment of crawling over the gross, somewhat slimy cement floor, Lucy came to a halt alongside Kiwi with the slaves overly sensitive nose easily detecting the vile footstink as well as the general stink of the bathroom.  For no particular reason Kiwi's boot smacked into Lucy's ribs, earning a grunt from the slave whom then bitterly watched Kiwi walk off towards the bathroom stalls. Reluctantly, Lucy made sure to crawl closely behind her and despite the overwhelming desire to run out the door she instead came to a halt alongside Kiwi at the door to the bathroom stall with her overly sensitive nose able to very easily detect the vile stink leaking from Kiwi's boots, the door then slid open and somehow Lucy found herself being even more disgusted by her fellow Netrunners nasty stench. "G-gah, ughh… how can your feet smell worse than the fucking toilet?" Lucy complained as Kiwi entered the stall which was unsurprisingly dim, dirty and rather bare aside from the toilet, a toilet which Kiwi sat upon with her piercing red eyes immediately staring at the embarrassed, annoyed Lucy whom begrudgingly crawled forward. "So…how long are you gonna make me lick your feet for this time?" "Don't worry about that, just worry about doing a good job, do that and I won't keep you overnight like last time." Kiwi said casually as the door slid shut, sealing the duo away and muffling the bars loud music. Lucy then got to her knees only to groan bitterly as the red soles of Kiwi's boots firmly pressed into her face. "Now don't move." Kiwi leaned forward a bit, nearly shoving Lucy backwards but the slave pushed herself forward against the force of the boots much to her own embarrassment. Though despite Lucy being a good pet, Kiwi pushed harder and with that Lucy's back slammed into the door with the boots easily pinning her head. "Notice how you instinctively leaned into my boots? You're meant to be a foot licker, my foot licker specifically." Kiwi stated, she placed a finger on a small button at the mouth of each boot and spoke with dry, dull sarcasm. "And I've got a special surprise for you, foot licker, since our last little encounter I've gotten new shoes with an interesting little feature." "I didn't notice they're new since I'm not some perverted freak." Lucy said bitterly as she saw nothing but red boot soles. Kiwi pressed the buttons simultaneously, the boots made a quick mechanical whirring sound, they seemed to loosen a bit and with that Lucy began coughing violently as the stink of Kiwi's sour scented feet suddenly filled the bathroom stall. "Hermetically sealed boots, they're pretty neat." Kiwi explained casually as Lucy felt like there was lava scorching her nose, it took all her willpower to not lash out or resist and this was made obvious as she clawed at the ground. "The ad said the sealing process helps keep them on but as you can see it really just traps all the foulness in, it practically marinates someone's feet in their own sweat." Hearing that made most of the anger in Lucys body turn to grossed-out fear and disgust, both of which immediately grew even worse as Kiwis left leg quickly jerked to the side sending her boot crashing into the wall. Before it even hit the ground Lucy discovered just how sweaty the blondes pale feet were as the now barefoot kicked into her face, the foot was literally dripping and most of those droplets slipped right off Lucy's face and fell onto her legs. The nasty lemony sour stench was now so potent, strong and putrid that Lucy nearly began begging to be freed. Not that her begging would even be possible as the girl couldn't stop filling the small space with loud gags and choking sounds. "Oh don't be so dramatic." Kiwi rolled her eyes and kicked off her remaining boot, letting out a cold chuckle upon also shoving that foot into Lucy's face with the slave trying to turn her head away. "Trying to escape already? Huh, usually you last a little longer. Anyways, stop squirming and start sniffing, the inside of those boots were hotter than a cyber-psychos CPU." "I am sniffing!" Lucy somehow managed to say quite rudely before the feet pressed into her with more force, the slave then shivered with disgust as both slender soles slowly slid down until her nose was bent and buried under ten toes. "Sniff harder then." Kiwi commanded firmly while cruelly enjoying the look of pure disgust in Lucy's eyes. "I wanna hear you inhale and since you're looking a little green I'll be nice, take three big sniffs, count after each one and then we'll move on to the more fun things." "Wow…you're so ki-"  The left foot gave Lucy's cheek a hard, very wet slap before the moist toes returned to her nose and to Kiwi's pleasure that nose immediately began to sniff.  Lucy inhaled hard, sending pleasantly cool air flossing between the grossly warm toes which felt wonderful for Kiwi, not that it showed, but for Lucy it felt as if she were snorting up lemonade mixed with salt covered nails "There you go. Finally, some obedience." Kiwi said as Lucy's lengthy inhale continued with the slave practically trembling in agony as her nose was burned. "About time too, I was ju-" "One." Lucy wheezed out loudly upon completing her first sniff, prompting Kiwi to raise an eyebrow with vague annoyance. "I said count your sniffs. I didn't say interrupt me." Kiwi stated firmly. Lucy then regretted speaking as Kiwi's right foot slid over and proceeded to press into the side of her face with enough force that the girls head would've turned if it weren't for the left foots toes sadistically clinging to her nose. Barely a second passed before Lucy began reluctantly, but strongly, snorting in the foul air once more as Kiwi just watched with a demeaning, dehumanizing gaze. For Lucy, it was nice only having five toes gripping her burning nose though with her nasal-implants in overdrive and with Kiwis other pasty slender foot mere millimeters away the stench was still just as foul as before but now Lucy also had to endure the right foot absolutely flattening the side of her face, covering an eye and leaking warm sweat all around.  A few seconds passed with nothing but muffled music and snorting filling the air, however Lucy soon filled her lungs with the nasty fumes, she then exhaled sending a pleasing gust of air through the steamy toes holding her nose hostage and opened her mouth to count again. "T-" "Ah, another thing you'll have to do before you leave is clean my boots." Kiwi interrupted with Lucy writhing in disgust as the toes began to wiggle and squirm on her nose. This went on for several seconds, with Lucy stubbornly sitting there not breathing while Kiwi merely sat there, watching. A few more seconds passed before Lucy began to squirm, she opened her mouth to speak again but Kiwi continued on as if it were a boring chore. "Yea, they'll need a really thorough cleaning, especially after that last gig. Pretty weird to find mud in the depths of Night City but my boots certainly found it. You're probably gonna have to use your teeth to get up in the sole treads. Oh, were you trying to say something?" The two females stared at each other, Lucy was clearly enraged and drowning in disgust whereas Kiwi kinda just sat there, lazily looking down at her pet with the mildest bit of amusement. A second or two passed, Lucy cringed as bits of warm slimy sweat leaked down her face, another few seconds passed before the slave quickly tried to speak.  "Tw-"  "You know, I know I said I wanted you to sniff three times but ehh, changed my mind." Kiwi stated as if bored and soon Lucys face was being explored by the netrunners long, slender soles which she had to keep sniffing anyways with her nasal implants ensuring the horrendous stink would continue making her wheeze and choke. "But now I want something different." Lucy just wanted to die at this point as she sat there, not resisting and only writhing with disgust as her face was smooshed, rubbed into and played by the two long, slender feet whom filled the suffering slaves vision with nothing but pasty white soles and the disturbingly thick, slimy sweat they were spreading all around.  "You know what I want, my surprising meek little foot bitch. Let's hear you say it." Lucy had already shed a few tears from being stomped earlier and the longer the nasty feet moved around her face that closer she was to crying once more.  "Please…Kiwi,please don't make me lick your feet."  "Stick that tongue out." "Come on, please?" Lucy pleaded while both looking and sounding extraordinarily pathetic. "W-with all my implants I can't barely handle the stink, licking your nasty-ass feet is go-"  "Hmm, shut up and lick." "Ma-maybe I could massage your feet instead?" Lucy asked desperately, she donned a quivering smile and tried to peek up at Kiwi but her feet denied her, they came to a halt with Lucys face buried under soft, slimy soles. "Plea-"  "Ugh, okay how about this…" Kiwi groaned.  Lucy whimpered a bit as her face was crushed even harder as Kiwi moved around slightly, then suddenly Lucys face was free and immediately after her head was struck by Kiwis boot with the blonde swinging her heavy, very solid leather boot down onto the top of her pets head like a hammer several more times before Lucy found herself plunged into darkness as the mouth of the boot was shoved hard against her face,  Lucy couldn't see anything but the feet pushed harder against her face, forcing a whimper from her as Kiwi did something. Suddenly Lucys face was freed, just in time for her to see Kiwi swinging down her heavy, very solid boot down like a hammer. The toe portion slammed into the top of Lucys head hard enough she slumped down a bit, only to cry out in pain as several more strikes came before her vision was turned to darkness as Kiwi swiftly shoved the mouth of the boot straight against her face, making her lower immediately feel like she was in a sauna. The pitch-black inside of the boot was overly hot, there was no air within, only nasty sweat-vapor and horrid musk. Lucy accidentally took the most miniscule of sniffs and proceeded to nearly cough out her lungs from the incredibly sour, pungent scent of sweat and stale leather.  "I'll take that third sniff now and when that's done…" Kiwi had a dull, snarky tone as she twist the boot around. "You'll lick my feet, and you'll be happy about it, otherwise I'll up the sensitivity of your implants even more. Now be a good choom, hold the boot and take a snort." Lucy knew she had no choice but still she sat there a moment before her hands slowly began to raise up. Despite not breahing, her lungs still burned, so did her nose, nausea was rapidly overcoming Lucy but still she someone managed to wheeze out words.  "...I hate you." "Eh, that's fine." Kiwi felt rather satisfied as Lucy reluctantly took hold of the boot, the blonde leaned back to get comfortable and enjoy the show whereas Lucy was just dying inside the boot, the thick nasty air was so bad it burned her eyes and brought tears to them. As Lucy prepared to take that third torturous sniff she didn't see Kiwis eyes glowed as she began some more hacking nonsense, turning the sensitivity of Lucys nasal implants to ten times the strength of a normal nose. Meanwhile, inside the boot, was informed of this by her HUD or something but it was too late…both of Kiwis feet kicked into Lucy's stomach, it knocked the air from her lungs and forced the girl to take in an utterly massive, nonconsenting, very loud snort. Kiwis eyes lit up with amusement as Lucys levels of disgust and nausea reached astronomical levels, her inhale flooded her nose with musky wet air reeking of rotted dried up lemonade, bleach and old sweat. Lucys stomach gurgles painfully, the loud inhale lasted a solid three seconds before a unpleasant, guttural gag erupted from Lucy whom immediately dropped the boot and began blindly feeling above her self for the stalls open-button, coughing and dry-heaving, fortunately she found the button, the door slid open and Lucy quickly crawled out several meters where she proceeded to stay on her hands and knees, gagging with bits of spit coming out while the painfully toxic boot stink still lingered in her lungs. As Lucy coughed, cried and tried not to vomit she heard Kiwis deadpan, teasing voice as the blonde approached slowly from behind.  "Gonna puke? See, I told you not to swing by that shady looking Buck-A-Slice after the job. Greasy pizza and cheap liquor don't mix well. And I guess, maybe, maaaybe, the lovely stink of my boots might've had something to do with you nearly vomiting."  Lucy yelped as her butt was kicked, sending her slumping forward to the ground. She didn't intend to move or resist but still Kiwi leapt forward and her feet crashed into Lucy's back hard enough to make a loud cracking sound, followed by quiet little whimpers as the slender feet began walking towards her head.  "You really messed up by coming back out here." Kiwi sounded almost happy about it as she came to a halt at the very upper limits of Lucys back, whom flinched as she felt the foot on the back of her head, that foot pushed and forced the slave to look sideways only for that same foot to stomp onto the ground close enough it bent her nose just a bit, sending Lucy into another coughing gagging fit as her eyes widened with disgusted fear.  "K-kiwi please no…" "I told you, ya messed up broseph. You could've stayed in the stall and worshiped my pretty pale feet while I sat on my porcelain throne but no." Kiwi shook her head with fake disappointment. "You just had to make me walk out here, on this gross as hell floor. Now look at my feet, all this bathroom muck, looks like I dipped my soles into oil or something. You can start licking them clean, dumbass. Oh, and feel free to lay there crying for a moment, I'm sure this all very stressful. For you." Lucy did lay there, gagging and falling deeper into the depths of sickened nausea. Just as Kiwi had so eloquently said, the bottom of her foot was filthy, Lucy couldn't see it very well due to the foot side basically pressing into her face but even she could see the vile blackish substance clinging to the blondes otherwise pasty skin. It was on the foots side a bit and was undoubtedly slathered all over the sole as well, it smelled nasty, it looked nasty like some sort of watery sludge which mixed with Kiwis already slimy, warm sweat to form a terrifying concoction and the worst part about all of it was Lucy fully intended to lick every last bit of it off Kiwis long, slender feet. Mostly because she knew that was her only option, there was no way she could defeat the experienced netrunner with all her tech and dirty tricks.  So, with all the shame within Night City, the slave turned her head just a bit to look up at Kiwi whom was just standing on her back, arms crossed and eyes glaring down with a tired, bored expression.  "What?" "If…if I'm good and obedient…" Lucy was so overwhelmed with stink it was like she'd been trapped in a gas chamber. "...will you at least lower the sensitivity on my chrome?"  Kiwi thought about it for a long second, then shrugged cryptically, the foot next to Lucy's head moved. It lifted up, scooted over a tiny bit and slowly lowered down with part of the sole catching the side of Lucys nose, with the slave trying and failing not to gag that foot turned her head back it its original position before it too returned to its spot, sitting so close to Lucy's face the inner side smooshed her nose as it awaited her cleaning services.  "Looks like you're just gonna have to start licking and find out. I'm in a good mood though so maaaybe I'll be merciful." Kiwi said, her dull and snarky tone sounding like the opposite of a 'good mood'. "Now get to it, I'm ready to watch you squirm." "...Fuck me." Lucy groaned with defeat, she immediately closed her eyes and thrust out her tongue. Her mouth happened to be at the side of Kiwis heel but as her tongue made contact with the sorta warm, sorta cold, slimy bathroom sludge Lucy felt like she was sucking poop straight out of a toilet. She lasted half a second before she dry heaved, nearly vomiting again though she quickly continued licking.  "Yes…perfect." Kiwi said with a bit of pleasure entering her voice. "And all that crying and choking you're doing? Also perfect, literally music to my ears." Lucy somehow kept her tongue out, she even pushed it out more and began to lick the heels side all while her tastebuds felt like they were being overloaded with sheer grossness. Still, Lucy began to move her head as she licked, she very slowly slid her tongue up along the side of Kiwis foot. Of course, her nose was ahead of her tongue, acting like some kinda plough to scoop away some muck all while the stink floated into her nostrils with enough foul stink to make stomach churn and her brain ache. With every little bit of progress she made her tongue grew increasingly darkened by the black floor-sludge while Kiwis skin was restored to a mostly perfect white color. It took five entire seconds for Lucy to complete the first lick, it made her want to tear off his tongue and nose though that didn't happen, she just started licking back down. Fortunately the taste was a little better, like barely, due to most of the floor-sludge being gone but the stink remained just as potent and it ensured that Lucys face would turn more and more disgusted.  "This is quite a view. You know, maybe we're in the wrong industry." Kiwi said while Lucys gagging and choking nearly overtook her dull, judgemental voice. "We run with some cool criminals but maybe we should retire. I know this Alvarez lady that could make some preem braindances off stuff like this, freaks on the net'll pay a whole lotta eddies to see this crap." Lucy wheezed out what sounded like a 'No' as she completed that second lick and began the third.  "Yea yea, maybe you're right. I guess on the next job I'll just have you suck my toes while I'm doing my stuff." Kiwi shrugged, Lucy then proceeded to complete the third and fourth licks all while being relentlessly stared at by the blondes odd, piercing eyes. "Anyways. We're going to play a little game. We'll call it…uh, 'Roll over doggy', I tell you to roll over to your back, I jump and if you do it before I land you can go." Stopping the licks but continuing the wheezing and suffering, Lucy replied with a "Umm…O-okay I gu-"  "Roll over doggy!" Kiwi jumped quite high but Lucy was unprepared, she rolled and only made it halfway before two feet slammed into the side of her guts with enough power to force a scream that sent bits of muck shooting from Lucys filthy mouth, enough to earn a teasing little amused snort from the blonde whom quickly jumped to the ground, turned and drove her heel into Lucy's shoulder hard enough she rolled to her back.  "Well, you made it to your back, good job I guess…loser." Kiwis flat voice mocked as she jumped again, this time Lucy let out a scared yelp followed by a pained cry as her chest was crushed. The slave opened her mouth to probably whine or complain but words didn't come out, all five toes of Kiwis right foot shoved and a sunk deep, deep down into the depths of Lucys throat. Kiwi tilted her head a bit, her eyes lighting up briefly with sadistic glee for a moment while Lucys bulged widely. "Let me guess, you can't breathe?"  Lucy choked out a pathetic 'Yes' and kept choking, even as Kiwis foot came to a halt with her slender, filthy sole pinning Lucys tongue.  "Since you lost, you know what that me– Ahh, you're learning, good." Kiwi nodded as Lucy struggled to get her tongue moving under all the weight and muck. "That's right, just keep your little licker wiggling for your very best choom. And you'd better do a good job of it too, as thanks for me choking you for a bit, you can't sniff if you can't breathe after all."  The sensation and taste of having her tongue grinding into a soft sole coated with slimy black sludge that tasted like a chemical waste disposal sight was so overwhelming that Lucy hadn't even noticed her nasal implant had stopped torturing her though that only seemed to make the tongue implant work extra hard. Barely five seconds had passed and she felt so sick that Lucy could almost hear her aching stomach bubbling over the bars music but she kept licking, already feeling the effects of not breathing.  "I wish you could feel just how awesome this is, you really need to find a foot licker for yourself." Kiwi made casual small talk as Lucy looked like she was dying, with stream of blackened saliva leaking from her stretched out mouth. "I'd do it for you, but, you know, no tongue. Also I wouldn't actually do it, obviously, licking feet is YOUR job.  Abruptly the foot pulled back a bit, the sole raked over Lucys tongue and forced a particularly disgusting gag from her as her tongue scrapped off loads of nasty gunk that piled up below her tongue before seeping out onto her chin. Fortunately or unfortunately, this also allowed Lucy to breath again which made everything infinitely worse for the young criminal. The foot also kept pulling back, very slowly with Lucy keeping her tongue moving side to side, licking off more filth and exposing the pale white skin below, which tasted nearly as bad a the floor-sludge so Lucys descent into painful amounts of nuastested sickness was only quickened. The reintroduction of that horrid, lemony, chemical smell was enough to make her lightheaded.  "And now we approach the best part of all…" Kiwi said without much excitement. Lucys tongue kept licking and worshipping, soon she felt the base of Kiwis long toes against her teeth and at that point the foot stopped, Lucy only hesitated a lot before beginning to lick their undersides clean of the horrible sludge and sweat. "No, no slave, you're licking the wrong spot. Squeeze your tongue up into the little cracks and crevices, clean like you're supposed to." Lucy just closed her eyes tight and obeyed, knowing it was a terrible mistake. She forced her tongue into the tight space between Kiwis two largest toes and immediately her eyes shot back opened, a revolted wail escaped her lips and it only grew worse as Kiwis toes clenched, pinching and trapping the slaves tongue whom was so disgusted she nearly bit the toes out of self-defense to halt the assault on her senses.  "Okay, so, I'm gonna let go of your tongue and you're gonna keep licking." Kiwi explained firmly though she laughed on the inside while Lucy experienced a taste far, far worse than anything else so far. "And if you disappoint me, remember…" Her eyes glowed for an nanosecond. Suddenly the toes, sweat and black bathroom-sludge tasted even worse, enough that Lucy instantly began gagging and panting as if she were about to vomit. It was bad enough that Lucy tried to lick again and managed to actually wiggle a bit before Kiwi ceased squeezing and proceeded to presumably enjoy herself, especially when Lucy decided to just stare meekly at the ceiling, crying she licked.  "Smart girl. Just so you know, I hack your shit and make the taste even worse than that so you'd better do a-"  "I knhow! I'll dou da bhest fhoot laccking evah!" Lucy sobbed as her tongue twisted and turned all around in the tiny spot.  "Oh really?" Kiwi asked doubtfully with a raised eyebrow. "Prove it." Lucy doubted herself as well, by this point she felt violetly ill, her face had probably turned a ghostly white similar to the very feet torturing her but she wiggled her tongue around quickly, scraping up loads of sweat and floor-sludge, all of which seeped down into her mouth. Already there was an over abundance filth trapped within her mouth, enough that she knew she'd have to swallow eventually and that thought absolutely terrified the crying slave whom then squeezed her tongue into the next tiny little space, immediately she regretted it but kept licking all while her nose continued pumping her lungs full of the toxic fumes.  "Not had so far, I guess. We'll definitely have to work on your toe cleaning skills, maybe we'll start doing this after every job. How's that sound?" Kiwi asked and the mere thought of that was enough to make Lucy feel even more pathetic and sickened. "Hmm, maybe I'll even let Rebecca have some fu– eh, no, I don't want to share my toys. Or pet, or whatever you are." Lucys eyes twitched, her hands clawed at the ground, her tongue kept worshipping her owners toes.  "And don't worry, I'll keep this as our little secret. Unless you start disobeying me, of course, gotta have a loyal slave and besides, I wouldn't want to embarrass my very best choom, right?" Kiwi mocked with indifference, she looked at Lucys now completely blackened mouth, specifically inside where she noticed what essentially looked like a mud puddle just sitting in there with the back of Lucys tongue swimming around in it. That sight gave Kiwi a terribly cruel idea, one devious enough that her eyes were filled with a cruel joy.  "And you know what best chooms do for each other? They don't let their mates get hungry and you must be pretty famished after all this work…let me help." Lucy didn't know what that meant and it terrified her enough that if she weren't crying already, she would've started and immediately her fear was justified. Kiwis foot suddenly surged downwards, so fast and so strongly that a gulp of the black sludgey liquid was shoved down her throat and followed by five wiggling toes that seemed to stretch Lucys insides as she began basically dying from the filth slinking down her throat and into her very upset stomach.  "Accchkk achhhk acchggkkk!" Lucy almost sounded like she was beatboxing, with both hands she grabbed the foot lodged inside her mouth and pulled, she pulled it a bit but Kiwi just scoffed with offense and shoved her foot deeper, forcing Lucy to turn her weeping eyes up to her owners indifferent face to beg. "Achhkk achhk!"  "What's wrong? Didnt like your snack? Too ba-"  Lucy pulled the foot again, enough that she could just barely shriek out "Vomit!" before the toes plunged even deeper into her throat.  "Oh you're gonna throw up?" Kiwi asked, seemingly without caring. "...Hilarious." Lucy felt her stomach churning, as if the newly introduced floor-sludge was a bomb that blew as soon as it hit stomach acid. The slave expected mercy but Kiwi gave none…she proceeded to speak, roughly twisting and turning her toes around inside Lucys throat.  "I'm. Surprised. It. Took. You. This. Looong." During that last word the torturous twisting was drawn out, then the foot just spun around quickly and without concern for the massive amounts of pain it caused. "I honestly don't care that you're about to vomit, but I don't want that all over my foot so…" The foot slipped from Lucys mouth and immediately stomped onto her face, using it as a stepping stone for a purposely long, painful step before Kiwi stepped off and watched as Lucy crawled towards the stalls like a panicked tornado with her stomach on the verge of purging its contents.  "Hey, you eye implants right?"  Lucy hardly even heard that, she felt like she was about to vomit an entire junkyards worth of filth but just as she neared the stalls her vision shut off. Blinded, she smashed face first into a stall door with enough force all the sludge, sweat and muck within her stomach shot out, hitting the wall and spraying everywhere. The wall, the floor, Lucy herself and just in time for her vision to come back on. Unsurprisingly she was enraged, but she was also busy being on her hands and knees, dry-heaving with dirty spit leaking from her mouth as fast as tears came from her eyes.  "Ki-... Kiwi fu-fu-fuck yo-"  She vomited again, then again, from behind she heard a faint little chuckle and vomited another time before slumping over to the side like an exhausted animal, panting, wheezing and helpless.  "Just so you know." Kiwi said, coming to stand on the opposite side of the vomit puddle without any signs of amusement. "You're not done yet. Not done licking, not done sucking my toes, not done serving me. Not nearly. Oh, and you're not quite finished vomiting either. See?"  Lucy nearly screamed as Kiwis eyes flashed again briefly but as her nose implants sensitivity was turned up the its maximum setting she just projectile vomited out more black sludge…  "Ah damn, my boots were in that stall, I was gonna make you smell them some more...I still am…looks like I'm gonna have to walk in to get them…hopefully you like the taste of your own puke."
I wanted to make a Halloween story but choosing a sexy demon queen or something like that seemed too easy and obvious so I went with the worst, weirdest Halloweeny dom I could think of https://docs.google.com/document/d/16oCLIuP2mJ6fx74-BJwIwyfnGi3-lcPD6E0wjWYtMpk/edit?usp=drivesdk
Miss.Hollys Perfume Store Pt.4 by AkaiTheGuy, literature
Literature
Miss.Hollys Perfume Store Pt.4
(character pics https://docs.google.com/document/d/17notvA7wgYwAx6L-9uJiMSzb5OXHZqgWJeAiUBHkUU8/edit?usp=drivesdk ) A minute or two later, near the end of that dimly lit, filthy hallway…  "So that's what its gotta be, I don't see any other options, oh it's so exciting!"  Susan exclaimed, rambling about her kids as per usual while Jacqueline struggled to keep up with the fast walking woman. "Because why else would my dear little Jennifer come home from college, then 'spend all her time at the old highschool', no way, she has to be meeting up with a boy! Oh, I hope so, she's always been so sa-"  Susan glanced back.  "Hey, hey! You're not even listening, how rude!" She scolded like a disappointed mother, but her demeanor quickly returned to its joyous self as she kicked a foot backwards.  Jacqueline, whom had kinda spaced out while miserably watching Susans nearly half century old dry feet acquire a thin layer of gray dust, had no time to dodge so her face received a poorly executed but still quite painful kick. The slave yelped upon impact, earning a little chuckle from Susan.  "I swear, kids these days." She sighed. "They just don't listen." "Uh…sorry?" The twentyish year old replied, her face even more sore than before.  "Ah, you're not sorry, but don't worry, we'll fix that here soon." Susan said with a bit of deviance in her voice as they reached the door, which she threw open to reveal an expansive parking lot scorched by an unyieldingly sun. "Now go, shoo, go get in position." The parking lot was practically a sea of parked cars, with scattered people walking around but Jacqueline didn't care if they saw her, she did this exact thing literally every day and had grown numb to such humiliation. She quickly crawled out the door and onto the black pavement, wincing as her hands were burned by the hot surface which only encouraged her to hasilty scurry across the ground, along the malls white wall towards her destination; an 'alleyway' of sorts. There was several dumpsters, all within a large concrete block enclosure placed so close to the malls wall that barely two people, or one and a half Susans, could fit. Jacqueline crawled inside, fortunately the ground here wasn't as painfully hot but the close proximity to half a dozen trash-filled dumpsters filled the space with so much foul odor it hardly mattered.  Once she was several meters in and came to a halt Jacqueline felt a wide foot kick her butt, slumping her forward down to the ground where she bitterly laid on her back, not a nanosecond later she wheezed as Susans left foot stomped onto her leg. With this being a part of her daily routine, Jacqueline knew to tense up her body and prepare to be crushed, doing this day after day after day had certainly made her body accustomed to supporting heavy weight but unfortunately that didn't take away the pain of it.  "Are you good and comfy down there, sweetie?" Susan asked as her other foot stepped upon her slaves other leg.  "No, obviously, I'm nev-" Jacquelines complaint changed to a guttural, pained groan as Susans right foot smooshed down into her guts, a yelp came next as the left foot stomped her boobs flat. It took all of Jacquelines determination to keep her hands on the ground and not trying to throw the woman off, Susan weighed enough that her stomach was pushed down into a deep crater.  "No? Awww, poor girl…what's wrong?" Susan asked with care as if she weren't the problem, as Jacqueline writhed around a bit the older woman leaned against the wall with a relaxed sigh.  "What's wrong? Everything's wrong." Jacqueline groaned. "I can barely breathe, I can smell your feet over the dumpster stink and it's so damn hot I thi-"  "Well damn Jackie, I can't control the weather!" Susan snickered with a friendly smirk. The left foot crushing her boobs jerked over, the thick toes slapped hard onto Jacquelines chin, making her brace for impact and immediately after Susans whole foot slid upwards. The dry, crusty and slightly dirt stained sole scraped over the slaves face, smearing some gray filth on it before coming to a halt with the entire top of Jacquelines head very firmly buried under the woman's sole with there being enough pressure provided that Jacqueline could very clearly feel the slightly uneven asphalt below digging into her skull. As her nose, which was upturned like a pigs, sucked in a tiny bit of air straight from the wide, meaty sole Jacqueline couldn't resist choking loudly from a stink worse than the nearby rotting garbage, prompting Susan to shake her head with her friendly, teasing brown eyes looking down at the girl very clearly suffering beneath her terrible feet.  "Aww, what's wrong now? Can't ya handle a real woman after playing around with those little girls?"  "I can handle it!" Jacqueline somewhat yelled, cringing as her lips rubber into the dry, dirty sole. "Your feet are just so nasty, like, damn, take a bath." "A bath? Oh, you poor girl…all the foot stink must be rotting your brain. You forgot, you're the one supposed to give my feet a bath. You even get paid." "I…" Jacqueline stammered, she bore an angry expression that was still smooshed by a wide sole as she realized Susan was right. "W-well, still, you should take more showers at least." "And you should really stop with all that whining, sweetie." Susan gave a toothy, friendly and vaguely threatening smile. Jacqueline tried to respond but the instant her lips began to move Susans foot pushed down so hard, so suddenly, that the girls body jerked and her mouth was sealed shut by the thick, meaty sole with the slave only able to suffer in response, practically dying from the stink. "Now be quiet for a bit, momma needs some peace and quiet. Especially after dealing with the endless stream of annoying little teens that always come prancing through the store." As commanded, Jacqueline was silent thanks to the soft, squishy and slightly reddish sole pushing down so hard it basically molded around her very clearly disgusted face. The only things she could really do was act as a part of the ground, having her guts crushed by Susans right foot and continuing to take tiny little, horrific, sniffs of the dry sole her nostrils were currently pressed directly into. Her frequent muffled wheezes were the only sound she made as she laid there, suffering under and humiliated by the fifty year old woman whom pulled out a cigarette. Susan, with the precision of a lifelong smoker and with a neon green lighter, lit the cancer stick, took a deep inhale and then exhaled with relief, paused for a several seconds and then repeated the process. Down below, Jacqueline couldn't see anything aside from a bit of tired red-ish sole that was barely illuminated by what little light managed to reach the slaves eyes under the large foot-shaped blanket currently burying her face with crusty old skin, a dusting of stale smelling dirt and enough foul stink to kill a pig. It took all of Jacquelines determination to not gag endlessly, she probably couldn't considering how hard her skull was being pulverized into the asphalt but those raspy wheezes kept coming instead. The slave heard Susan exhale more smoke again, another few seconds passed, she sniffed some more nasty fifty year old foot fumes, Susan took another drag of the cigarette, Jacqueline took another sniff then the foot suddenly tilted to the side, exposing her face which immediately had ashes dropped onto it, the clump hit her nose and splattered like a cluster-bomb. Before she even be annoyed the foot slapped back down, it began to grind around so fast and so harshly it forced a pained whine from Jacqueline as her head was bounced all around while her face was twisted and contorted mercilessly with more whines flowing from the girl.  "Ohhhh you poor, poor thing. Can't handle a little face grinding?" Susan chuckled, the foot began to twist side to side, slowly, as if trying to erase Jacquelines face from existence. "Honestly, you young people these days, I swear you just complain, do your stupid little tik-toking and be disappointments to your parents." Jacqueline would've sarcastically rolled her eyes at that very old-person statement but Susans foot basically did it for her. As the upbeat woman continued to smoke, things grew increasingly more unpleasant for the girl whom was forced to support all of her weigh. Between Jacquelines mostly pained and annoyed face and Susans mighty, crusty sole was all the ash as well as bits of the grayish dirt that had been rubbed off Susans foul foot, these two gross substances were very quickly smeared, painted and spread to every part of of Jacquelines face. Her cheeks, lips, forehead, around her eyes, the poor girl even accidentally snorted in a bit of the filth which sent her into a coughing fit that made Susan chuckle.  "Jeez girl, sounds like you're trying to beat box or something down there." She mocked as Jacquelines completely muffled coughs slammed into the endlessly grinding soles warm skin. "Sorry dear but you're not doing very well at it. No, I think you should probably just stick with your day job. Actually…I'd say it's about time you did your job, but first let's add a bit more seasoning to your snack." Jacqueline felt dread and then more pain as Susans foot slipped downwards, exposing the slaves eyes while her lips were pushed down by five thick, bunched-together toes. Without even looking, Susan flicked her cigarette and sent another clump of ash plummeting down onto her toes where it broke up into a fine, nasty powder, a powder that poured down between the woman's dry crusty toes as they briefly spread open. A second passed, Jacqueline laid there simply breathing as little as possible, Susan took another cigarette puff, another second passed then suddenly Jacqueline grunted in pain as the ball of Susans foot began to drag downwards against her chin, within seconds the girls jaw was pulled down and her lips opened just a bit, enough that Jacqueline cringed as her teeth were poked by the bottoms of Susans ash and gray dusty dirt covered toes.  "Oh come now, you lazy Lucy, do I have to use my foot to smack some common sense into that brain?" Susan asked with a friendly enough tone, she flicked her cigarette again. Jacqueline was barely able to close her left eye as the ash came down, the clump landed atop her eyelid leaving her looking incredibly foolish with only one eye open and an old woman's nasty toes smooshing her mouth. The slave lifted her hands to wipe her eye off but froze as Susans still friendly, but much more firm, voice rang out. "No no young lady, before you clean your eye you'll have to clean my toes." Jacqueline, mouth crushed and slightly open with her teeth basically kissing those nasty dirty toes grumbled out something that sounded like her reluctantly succumbing to her much older coworkers demands. She began to lower her hands but Susan quickly stopped her.  "Nope, you lifted your hands up so you can put them to good use. My feet are tired and sore." Susan said, adoring the disgusted, spiteful gaze that Jacquelines single opened eye was giving. "Be a good girl, massage my right foot and lick the oth-"  "Ugh omkay phine!" Jacqueline grumbled.  With a joyful, victorious little grin Susan returned to smoking and enjoying her work break while her bitter coworker finally did her job. Jacqueline could hardly resist gagging every single time she took the tiniest sniff of the toes directly below her nose so she was unsurprisingly very very opposed to licking them, so first she slapped her hands down onto Susans right foot. The one crushing down into her guts so hard her stomach had a creator, all ten fingers began to poke, rub and massage the unpleasantly warm, reddish white skin atop the foot all while the sole continued causing Jacquelines insides an immense amount of pain. Then, just to get it over with, the slave opened her mouth and Susan let out a pleased sigh as Jacquelines tongue punched up into the bottom of her crusty, dry toes.  "Ah, finally! You're doing your job, you'd better do it good." Susan chuckled as Jacqueline immediately filled the narrow alleyway with loud gags, choking sounds and revolted whimpers before she'd even started moving her tongue. Susan looked down at her, smirking with delight, prompting Jacqueline to close her remaining eye out of bitter embarrassment. "And you'd best lick them the right way, you know exactly how I like it done."  Unfortunately after months of daily service Jacqueline did, in fact, know what Susan wanted and she hated it. Despite the five toes pressing down overtop her mouth with an incredibly painful amount of weight, Jacqueline managed to move her head and kept it moving, side to side, slowly with the tip of her tongue sliding back and forth along the underside of Susans toes. The sounds the slave made were beyond pathetic, she somehow managed to hold the tears in but Jacquelines disgusted gagging sounds filled Susans ears like music as the girl continued rubbing her tongue around, keeping her head moving slowly side to side even though the hot asphalt below felt terribly painful, especially the tiny little pebbles that dug into her skull though all that didn't even come close to the sheer grossness Susans feet were providing to Jacqueline, all while the older woman relaxed and smoked with a wholesome smile. The cigarette was just dreadful, still slightly warm, every lick she made had Jacqueline feeling like she jumped into an old chimney, it was immensely bitter and the texture was horrible as even the smallest bit of moisture 'melted' the ash into a putrid paste.  Jacqueline only had to tilt her head side to side about a dozen times before Susans toes were almost completely gray, with the dirt still stubbornly clinging to her skin and providing yet another layer of putrid flavors; old rocks and harsh bitterness. As her tongue traveled back and forth it pushed up an individual toe just a bit, each large, thick toe almost felt like a mini workout just to lift and the reward(a quick taste) was absolutely not worth getting some muscles on her tongue, not that this workout regime had been working despite months of daily attempts. By the time a minute had passed, Jacquelines tongue already began to ache but she kept going, as did her fingers which continued groping and squeezing the top of Susans right foot.  "You know, having a angry little coworker to kick around and abuse has really made this job so much more worthwhile." Susan said as if making friendly conversation, casually tapping her cigarette with the closed-eyes foot licker flinching a bit as the ash shattered against her nose. "I'm fifty, for Pete's sake, I should be retired. Relaxing, taking it easy but working with you is just so much darn fun I'll postpone that." "...Wow…" Jacqueline wheezed, then coughed. "Thanks." "Oh sweetie, you're so very welcomed! I'm sure I'm your absolute favorite coworker." Susan grinned, Jacqueline felt nervous as the toes pushed down harder, enough to stop her head from moving. "Now show me how much you love working with me, stick that tongue up in between my toes and really give 'em a nice clea-"  "Acchkk!"  Jacqueline choked loudly as the increase in pressure saw her tongue accidentally slip between the woman's two smallest toes, where plenty of ash, dirt and even a tiny bit of sweat awaited with the space being so tight the fifty year olds toes felt as if they were hugging the poor girls tongue, she tried to pull it out and failed, she quickly followed that up by reluctantly licking as best she could, making her tongue wiggle and jiggle like a drunk worm all while Jacqueline produced more and more revolted 'achhk' sounds that only grew worse as a mixture of ash and her own saliva began leaking onto her face and down to the floor, leaving most of Jacquelines lower face an unpleasant grayish color like lead. She couldn't see Susan, with her eyes closed and one buried under ash, but the slave could absolutely feel her cheerful brown eyes bearing down on her, watching every detail and unfortunately Jacqueline was giving her a pretty good show. Again she tried pulling her tongue free, she tugged once and found the ash covered toes still squeezed tightly, she pulled again and somehow her tongue slipped out but since she was a good slave, Jacqueline quickly tried punching her tongue up into the next tight space but the thick, meaty toes repelled her like a nasty tasting gate.  "You'll have to try harder, come on girl, you know that!" Susan rolled her eyes sarcastically as Jacquelines tongue twist and turned like a screwdriver, making her gag as the tip began to dig its way in slowly. "I thought you were a professional, this is literally your job but your licking like some amateur —Oh! There you go, you finally made it in!"  As Susan spoke Jacqueline just let out sickened groans as her tongue slipped into the tight space, borrowing up into the crusty old skin and nasty ash like an abused worm that had accepted her fate.  That's it, keep cleaning and make sure you get all that crap outta there. You do that, and I'm gonna relax." Susan ordered, leaning her head back against the wall as Jacqueline reluctantly began to move her tongue all around, nearly shivering with disgust as globs of saliva mixed with ash slowly dropped down onto her already filthy face…  A minute or two later… "Hello down there." Susan greeted her endlessly suffering pet. "Open your eyes, well, open your eye." Keeping her tongue moving, Jacquelines only not ash covered eye opened and she was greeted with two things. Susans bright, smiling face looking down at her and the womans finished cigarette, decades of smoking made Susan competent enough to smoke most of it without flicking away the ash, leaving it almost at its original length.  "Sorry sweetie, half your face is already nasty and covered in gross looking stuff but I can't just throw this cigarette on the ground. That would be littering!" Susan had a wholesome chuckle then dropped her used-up cancer-stuck. "Hold this for me."  Jacqueline was pinned to the floor so it didn't matter when she flinched, it still came down and shattered against her nose and that was when everything just got so much worse for the miserable slave. Susans big thick left foot slid up, practically tearing off Jacquelines face as her dirty, dry sole scraped along. Then without warning that foot began to move and smear and kick all around, with Jacqueline being forced to scream as the overly large foot abused her head mercilessly. With every rapid, painful movement of the fifty year old foot more of Jacquelines face was stained by the ash all while her skull was once again bounced all around by a ball, the occasional stomps only aided in that and throughout it all the poor girl had to endure the hellish stink oozing from Susans foot.  "Hmm I really ought to do this more often. And, hey, maybe if you're lucky I'll accidentally rearrange your face." Susan joked while absolutely destroying her slaves face, occasionally letting out degrading little chuckles. "Let's start with some plastic surgery on that nose." The foot lifted and hovered above Jacquelines face just long enough for the slightly fearful girl to take another sniff before a crusty, calloused and quite dirty heel came smashing down directly onto her nose, upturning and crushing it so completely that Jacqueline was forced to stop massaging the other foot just to writhe in agony and to let out a shriek as it felt as if her nose were being shoved into her skull, which only encouraged Susan whom began twisting her foot around at a very slow, almost hostile manner all while her friendly smile remained. Jacqueline laid there, vibrating with pain, taking the abuse for several seconds but the womans skin felt like sandpaper, it felt as if her completely squashed nose were about to break. All she could do was squeeze the foot crushing her guts, not as a massage but it certainly felt pleasant for its owner.  "Heh heh I guess they were right. Smoking really does kill, huh? You think this is worse than second hand smoke? Probably." Susan joked. "Snorting in all that ash can't be good for ya. It's a shame our job has crap Healthcare, but you're young and healthy, you'll be fine."  Jacquelines next scream echoed throughout the parking lot as Susan leaned all of her weight into her heel with the slaves whole body spazzing out like she were having a seizure.  "Stop! STOP!" Jacqueline begged, nearly in tears. In her desperation she stuck her tongue out and began hasilty licking all over the calloused back of the fifty year olds heel which just made her laugh.  "Oh is something wrong?" Susan asked, giving her foot a sudden hard twist that made Jacqueline whimper like an injured animal. "I can't see if you're crying or not since my big ol' foot is covering so much, but you're welcome for the nice view." The foot ceased grinding around and became motionless, aside from its downward journey it was trying to take into Jacquelines skull with her nose as a very unwilling companion. The poor girls eyes were closed tight but she knew there was nothing to see other than the reddish sole of the wide foot trying to smash her skull into the asphalt. She just licked faster, sliding her tongue along the nasty calloused skin at an impressive speed only to shriek again as Susans right foot lifted from her stomach leaving the left to continue crushing her head.  "Now let's see…where should I stomp next?"  "P-please get off!"  "Hmm…maybe." Susan said slowly with devious intent in her otherwise overly friendly tone. "Maybe I will 'get off' but just for a moment…" That frightened Jacqueline and with good reason. The pressure on her face very briefly tripled as Susan jumped into the air with a single foot, the slightly large woman didn't go very high but it didn't matter. The slaves eyes bulged open as she saw two very wide, intimidating, dirty soles coming straight down at her.  Upon impact everything went black.  Jacqueline violently jerked back into consciousness, coughing and choking as a familiar, practically toxic liquid was poured onto her face. Her eyes shot open as she sucked in air, as well as some nasty footy-perfume, and what she saw was terrifying. She was back in the breakroom, laying on the floor with a very intense pain on her chest thanks to Miss.Holly and her black high heels standing on her, to Jacquelines left stood a grinning Chelsea, to the right was Madeline with her devious smirk and 'above' her head was Susan, looking happy as if she'd just won the state knitting competition.  "Sleeping on the job?" Miss.Holly asked, successfully hiding her own smile with a strict tone while crossing her arms. "That is highly inappropriate, highly unprofessional and certainly deserving of disciplinary action. What do you have to say for yourself?"  Jacqueline never stopped choking on the perfume and the toxic cloud it created but even still as she struggled to speak there was clear hatred in her voice.  "Just…just get it over with." "Hmmph, not even gonna beg or complain? That's a good employee. Now, tongue out." Miss.Holly instructed like a prideful slave owner, finally smiling as Jacquelines tongue slowly slithered out with the girls eyes twitching and burning as she tried to not choke more. "Okay ladies, you may begin, just like we planned." Jacquelines chest felt a horrid stabbing sensation as her boss leaned back, her high heels digging down mercilessly but her attention was quickly pulled to other things as Chelsea jumped. Her slender tanned feet smashed down sideways onto Jacquelines face, crushing everything from her forehead to her tongue which immediately tasted incredibly pungent sweat.  "Don't sleep at work, retard!" Chelsea announced as her feet began to grind side to side quickly, with his right sole smearing over her tongue several times while Jacqueline writhed horribly. The slave 'licked' the foot and had her face practically broken for about five seconds before Chelsea jumped back down but Jacquelines face wasn't safe yet.  "Yea how are you gonna lick our feet if you're asleep?" Madeline announced as she leapt atop her coworkers head, her right foot covering the eyes.  Jacqueline couldn't withstand the disgust any longer as the ginger girls pasty white left sole began smearing back and forth across her extended tongue and as such, the breakroom was filled with hoarse choking sounds which were only made worse by Madelines slender sole scooping up excess bits of perfume for Jacqueline to unwilling lick away. Luckily, Jacqueline only had to endure this for several seconds before the left foot gave her cheek a hard slap, then stomped back into her mouth equally hard. The slave then felt both feet beginning to very slowly slid sideways, to began to turn her head and stretch out her facial features in such a painful manner than Jacqueline could barely keep from screaming. Madeline just enjoyed the pain she caused, with an evil little smirk.  "My feet said 'See ya later Jackie!', they really love you." She teased as her feet kept slowly slipping off with Jacqueline soon being forced to whimper as the girls one foot tugged at the skin next to her eye, exposing the gross idk red stuff beneath the eyelid for a moment before her smelly feet slapped back to the floor, close enough for Jacquelines nose to detect their stink even through the nostril burning stink of the caustic foot perfume.  The coughing, gagging slave felt a cold chill of horror as she looked up at Susan.  "Please don't." "Aww." Susan said, tilting her head a bit. "What's wrong? Scared of some old lady feet?"  "Yes, the- "Hey boss." Susan calmly said with friendly sarcasm, looking to Miss.Holly while sliding her feet forward so Jacqueline felt dry, crusty, still ashy toes poking her hair. "Do I Have to jump on this poor little baby's face?"  "If you want to keep your job!" Miss.Holly retorted.  "And besides, there's literally no reason not to torture her." Madeline chimed in, with both her and Chelsea simultaneously each kicking a ear.  "See?" Chelsea chuckled. "It's pretty great." Susan shrugged then looked back down at Jacqueline, whom felt trapped and as if the four females were planning her execution.  "Welp, looks like I gotta do it. Oh well…" Susan tried to feign regret but her sunny, bright disposition could not be repressed as she too jumped into the air.  As her face, and the air around it, were completely covered by two massively wide soles Jacquelines scream was comically muted but her body was unrestrained. Her entire form shook and jerked in response to the agonizing pain, it unbalanced Miss.Holly enough that immediately after Jacqueline screeched again as her bosses high heel punched into her guts as the blonde regained her balance. It forced all the air from her lungs, flooding Susans dry dusty soles with pleasantly warm breeze that was quickly followed by a cold, sucking wind as Jacqueline began refilling her lungs with the stale, ashy and very bitter stink of Susans wide meaty soles all while they just stood atop her head. The only 'good' thing about the situation was that Jacquelines tongue was inside her mouth, not that it mattered since her mouth was still coated with the filth and sweat of the four females, and Susans large bodyweight was rapidly becoming far too much to handle. Especially as a dull ringing sound began to fill the girls crushed head, it felt as if she's soon crack the cement beneath her skull.  Susan then ignored the girl that was endlessly gagging, choking and jerking her body all around.  "Sorry ladies, I know we were going to keep these little jumpy things short but I'm old, I've got old bones that don't move very well. I might be a minute." "Ohhh that's fine, I'm sure she understands." Miss.Holly said, Jacquelines lungs were emptied again as her bosses other high heel stomped down onto her stomach next to its twin, both still shining from their previous bathes. "See? Look,she loves it down there!"  "Yea look at that perv." Chelsea laughed. "She's snorting your foot stink so hard she's turning green!"  "Well, Jackie, what is it? Do you love it? " Susan asked with a wide grin, looking down at her feet which completely hid the slaves entire head. "Or do you hate it?"  As Jacqueline continued gagging on old lady feet stink she soon twitched upon feeling Madelines big toe poke into her ear, wiggling a bit as the ginger laughed.  "You deaf or something? Do we gotta clean out your ears, you lil foot licker?" Madeline snickered, her toenail feeling terribly unpleasant as it scratched around. "Answer Susan already." "Yea Jacqueline, let's hear it." Miss.Holly spoke with amused authority, making the slave wheeze in agony as she leaned back onto her pointy heels. "Don't you just love being a beloved, very important part of this business?"  A silence filled the room, aside from Jacquelines very frequent pained wheezes as she laid there having her skull crushed by the same feet filling her flattened nose with horrific stinks. The abused employee didn't want to answer, she just wanted to go home and cry but that wasn't possible as her boss had demanded an answer. Maybe it was the unending agony, or just the general hatred Jacqueline felt for the four females torturing her but, without much thought, she jerked a arm upwards and held up a middle finger.  "Well." Miss.Holly shrugged, turning to the red haired girl with a business-like demeanor. "At least she's honest. Madeline, do that thing we discussed." Madelines wiggly toe disappeared from Jacquelines ear and someone slapped that middle finger back to the ground but it was Susan whom took the next action, by keeping her wide flat feet crushing the slaves face as she spoke without any concern for the girl beneath her.  "Awww you don't like being violently abused and kicked all about? Poor thing." She said, forcing Jacqueline to claw at the ground as she rocked her entire bodyweight back and forth. "I'll get off you in, oh, maybe three seconds. These old legs don't move like they used to." "Three…" Jacquelines legs kicked as Susans dry soles suddenly jerked to the left, dragging a lot of her face along.  "Two…" The feet side-shifted hard to the right, earning a muffled scream from Jacqueline as her nose was bent enough to touch her cheek. The sudden nose shift made her accidentally take a big snort of nasty, stale toxic stink.  "And three!" Susan chuckled as she leapt forward.  Jacquelines mouth opened wide to scream as her chest was pulverized by the older women's weight, fortunately Susan quickly stepped off the nearly broken ribcage leaving Miss.Holly standing alone atop her stomach but she's soon have company. Madeline did 'the thing' she'd been instructed to do which forced a preemptive terrified yelp from Jacqueline as she watch Madeline merrily leapt off the breakroom table. Only the left foot crashed down onto the slaves chest but it caused more than enough pain to turn Jacquelines following scream into a silent wail that was overshadowed by laughter and mockery from the four females. Immediately after, Madelines right foot hammered down, heel first directly into Jacquelines opened mouth.  "LICK!" Madeline commanded as tears began to once again flow from the slaves eyes whom instantly began to massage the pasty ginger heel with her tongue, her tastebuds burning from the warm sweat and remains of chemical flavored sweat-perfume.  "Did she do it?" Miss.Holly asked from directly behind her.  "Hells fuckin yea she did it!" Madeline snickered, twisting and turning her heel and loving as Jacqueline just groaned and licked.  "Great, great, I mean it's her job so of course, but excellent nonetheless." Miss.Holly said with satisfaction, adding to the torture by slowly lifting and lowering her high heels on the slaves stomach. "Chelsea, Susan, don't let Madeline have all the fun, join in." Both females eagerly joined in, Chelseas lovely tanned foot slapped down onto Jacquelines face and began smearing all around with the slave only able to catch glimpses of anything that wasn't a slender teenage foot painting her face with more sweat. However she did she Susan retaking her spot above her head, not a second later Jacqueline let out a muffled scream as Susans left heel stomped down onto her forehead before she joined Chelsea in simply grinding her sole all around with Susans giant, much older foot almost dwarfing Chelseas. By now, Jacquelines entire torso felt like it was about to collapse but she just kept worshipping the heel belonging to some devious snickering ginger girl, moving her tongue in an erratic pattern that jerked and changed every time she felt more pain which was very, very often. Susan and Chelseas feet mercilessly slid all around and, along with Madelines pasty sole, they ensured that Jacquelines nose had an unending supply of lung-rotting stink to inhale.  Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, things then got worse.  "Ya know, I don't want to be rude and be the only one getting my feet licked…" Madeline said with grace and kindness, which was immediately countered as she leaned forward. Jacqueline choked and whined loudly as the ginger girls weight all bore down onto her mouth, the heel nearly broke her teeth as Madeline awkwardly jumped/spun back to her original postion next to the slave, loudly announcing. "Foot worship for everyone!"  The heel pulled from her mouth and that foot joined the other two in absolutely rearranging Jacquelines face. The tortured employee didn't even need to be ordered, she simply stuck her tongue out and gagged as it too was swept up into the violent hurricane of soles assaulting her face.  "Ah good girl." Miss.Holly praised, taking tiny, little steps towards the slaves upper chest while Jacqueline just tried not to vomit.  The tastes were varied and they were all horrible. Sweat, old cheese, hot vinegar, gravel, stale basement air, mold, more sweat and countless other flavors all overloaded Jacquelines tastebuds while the slave just laid there suffering, with her crying eyes opened just enough to see the three feet currently using her face and tongue for their own pleasure. Susans wide sole was slightly red, Chelseas was a light tan and Madelines slender sole was whiter than snow and all three moved around so fast it was like a horrible rainbow of three colors with Jacqueline catching occasional glimpses of their grinning owners. Soon Miss.Holly also came into view as she came to a stop atop Jacquelines chest.  "This is certainly a pleasant sight." The young successful blonde said. "This is such a good team building activity." "Yea, as assistant manager I recommend we do this…oh…three times a day?" Madeline suggested, her sole scraping over the slaves tongue.  "Three times?" Miss.Holly asked as the taste of Susans toes made Jacqueline nearly vomit. "Three may be a bit much, I've got a business to run after all!"  "How about two?" Madeline said.  "Works for me." Miss.Holly chuckled, doing a little jump that nearly impaled Jacqueline on her heels.  "Works for me too!" Chelsea snickered, somehow managing to claim Jacquelines tongue for several seconds before Madeline then Susans soles took control.  "Agreed, I think I'll even start working overtime." Susan joked as the top of Jacquelines face continued being a wresting mat for the three endlessly moving feet.  Suddenly the slave jerked violently as the heel of Miss.Hollys left shoe stomped down, jabbing into Jacquelines chin like a spear which left a bruised mark.  "Huh, whoops, guess I'll just take these things off then." Miss.Holly shrugged with a grin, kicking off her left shoe which tumbled down the pile of feet and onto the floor, she slipped off the other in a similar manner and within seconds Jacquelines crushed, abused face had yet another foot grinding and smearing all around, fighting for control of her tongue all while filling the slaves nose with even more vile stink, with Jacquelines ears filled with taunting laughter and a very bleak message from her boss.  "Alright, my favorite employee, we can only do this for, hmmm, about ten more minutes. You've got work to do. Chelsea and Madeline are about to go on break again, their feet, their shoes and their socks will all need cleaned. After that Susan will probably need a nice massage, yes, with your tongue. And then I think I'd like to have a friendly little meeting back in my office. Of course, you'll be on the floor, I can't have some poor college peasant ruining my nice chairs after all…"
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FairyTail feet- Juvias Justice
(Hello there, I wrote this for my self-proclaimed biggest fan as he had been asking for a fic for like five years. I didn't think like two hours of writing would turn into 4k words but it did so I decided to share with you wonderful people(And don't beg me for fics, your ideas are trash 😎)) There was a wide open window in a random room on the second floor of the Fairy Tail guild headquarters, peering through the window would allow one to look out over the beautiful city of Magnolia. Lucy Heartfillas Zodiac keys were carelessly tossed out, the window was then closed and its curtains pulled shut casting the small room into darkness. There was a sudden flash of light and Juvia stood there at the rooms center, she lowered her camera and quickly inspected the phot that slid out. "Perfection, for blackmailing at least." She mumbled quietly as she lowered the photo and turned her attention the subject of her photography, a sleeping and naked Lucy whom was sprawled on a bed after returning from a mission with Natsu. And Gray. The blue haired girl stood there and took a deep breath without any real concern or worry before flatly saying. "Oh Lucy...wake up, bed time is over." As Lucy began to stir Juvia tossed aside the camera, pointed her arms forward and shot a short gust of ice at the ground, freezing the wooden floor in front of the bed completely solid. That made a bit of noise but Lucy didn't seem to notice, instead she went from groggy to wide awake with a loud 'eek!' as she realized she was completely naked and currently in the room with another human so without a second thought the blonde swiftly tried to stand up only for her bare feet to touch the frozen floor causing Lucy to slip and slide comically for a moment before finally falling backwards, slamming the back of her head on the soft mattress then the frozen solid floorboards. Lucy laid there, groaning and in a daze for several seconds before she squealed as her legs were suddenly grabbed and she was dragged several feet, her problems didn't end there however as the instant she stopped her eyes buldged and she gagged as Juvias left boot came smashing down directly onto her neck with no warning, and with seemingly no reason. "...J-Juvia?" Lucy wheezed, she placed her hands on the girls boots and tried in vain to pull it from her throat. "Why? What did I do?" Without the slightest bit of remorse or concern Juvia showed her victim the photo and pressed her leather boot down harder as she spoke callously. "Why? Because I know what you're up to, you harlot. I've seen you, talking with my Gray, looking at my Gray...going on missions with my Gray. So I've come to teach you a lesson, do exactly as I say and maybe I won't show this photo to every person I meet. So...will you be a good girl, or will I have to start crushing your face instead of your throat?" Juvia asked, by now Lucy's face was red and she hadn't breathed in about nine seconds so she immediately began nodding her head as she meekly placed her arms at her side. Juvia cracked the tiniest of smiles but kept her boot in place, pushing down harder. "Wise decision, I expected some more resistance but outright submission is pleasing as well." Lucy couldn't respond aside from a weak groan. "Now then, you can start by taking off my boots. Careful not to breathe in the smell too much, we don't want you vomiting, yet." Juvia stated, Lucy desperately nodded again but all the blue haired girl did was look down and make intimidating eye contact for a moment before the boot was finally lifted. Lucy's cheeks immediately turned red as she sucked in air while raising her arms up, she took hold of the boot and gave it a strong tug. Perhaps too strong a tug as it slipped right off with the sole of the boot smacking Lucy in the face but that was hardly the worst part as she heard a ominous sloshing noise from within the boot. As she placed the boot on the floor Lucy caught a glimpse of Juvias excessively pale foot before it was replaced by the girls still boot-clad foot, as she placed her hands on the second boot a absolutely dreadful stench assaulted her nose so hard it burned, the stink was like a pile of rotted meat and garlic roasting in the desert. It was so bad that her eyes watered, Lucy kept her hands on the boot but hesitated, just trying not to vomit from the smell alone. Juvia was unsurprisingly pleased at this and shook her foot a bit, speaking in a rude tone. "Come on, pull off the second one. And that smell? That'll be the least of your concerns." "But...okay, fine...but only because I don't want the entire town seeing me nude." Lucy mumbled meekly, she reluctantly tugged off the second boot and swiftly placed it next to the other to hopefully avoid any more toxic air hovering around her face, that didn't work though and the young wizard let out a loud, high-pitched wretch. Lucy then felt even more nervous as Juvia moved so that a foot was placed next to both sides of Lucy's head, Lucy tried to seem unafraid so she looked up at the towering girl but quickly shy'd away from eye contact almost immediately. A moment later Lucy let out a loud, pained shout as Juvia plopped down with her rump slamming down onto Lucy's stomach, the instant Juvia was seated Lucy's face was buried beneath the girls pale feet causing the unexpecting blonde to take in a surprised, deep breath which sent her into a terrible coughing fit as her lungs were filled with odors similar to the boot stink...rotted meat and garlic, though the odor was noticeably more potent and musky. Even the air itself was putrid, aside from the nose-burning stink, the air was grossly warm and humid. Lucy could see nothing but the two white soles covering her face and all the sticky sweat coating them but she could hear Juvia as she spoke with a mocking tone in her otherwise monotone voice. "Hmm, perhaps I've taken things a bit too far? You're obviously much too pathetic, weak and spineless for someone like my magnificent Gray to take interest in...hmm, no. You will suffer anyways." As Juvia finished that sentence she felt nothing but joy as a meek little whimper could be heard from under her feet. Lucy meanwhile felt the soles press harder onto her face. "So suffer, stick your tongue out as far as possible." Upon hearing that monologue and the following command Lucy felt her heart sink and her levels of nervousness rise, but seeing as she was naked and being used as a chair/footrest she knew she had no choice other than submission, especially since she was being blackmailed. So, with great reluctance and a grossed out expression the blonde forced her tongue out as far as she could manage, which wasn't far at all considering the water-wizards sweat soaked soles were already smothering her face. The instant Lucy's tongue came into contact with both of Juvias soles she erupted into a violent fit of coughing and gagging, not that Juvias minded, in fact she was perfectly happy to watch Lucy wheeze and suffer beneath her feet which she proceeded to do silently without much emotion on her face. Lucy's coughs filled the room, every breath she took burned terribly and somehow that nauseating air wasn't even the worst part as the taste of Juvias feet was far, far worse. The newly enslaved mage whimpered softly as she felt Juvias feet begin to slide up and down, painting her already wet face with even more sweat as she suffered through the terrible taste...Juvias pasty white, slender soles were aggressively bitter with sweat that was overwhelmingly salty and musky, they also tasted much the way they smelt, like old meat soggy with vinegar. To make matters worse, as Juvias feet slowly dragged up and down Lucy was able to catch brief glimpses of her tormentor whom just stared with a empty, yet clearly pleased, gaze though as humilating as making eye-contact with the person foot smothering your face was it wasn't nearly as bad as the actual smothering. As Juvias right foot slid down, the left slid up with Lucy's cheeks being dragged right along as were lips and tongue, both of which were shoved around and just generally harassed by the constantly moving feet and their terribly sweat-soaked soles. "I should mention..." Juvia stated before ominously pausing to mess with her slave, Lucy was relieved as the girls left foot stopped moving and instead just smothered one half of her face, she was then not relieved as Juvias right heel pressed against her tongue, it kept pressing until the blonde pulled her tongue back into her mouth with it being followed by Juvias pale heel which sunk rather deep into Lucy's mouth. With her one visible eye clearly showing misery, Lucy hesitated but then began licking the sweaty heel with a muffled whimper. "Since I can effortlessly control all water I managed to make my feet sweat much more than usual, I've been doing that for the past several hours, walking around town under the hot sun. And guess what?" Lucy couldn't respond, she was far too busy slurping nasty warm sweat from the heel lodged inside her mouth but the worried look in her eye made it obvious she was terribly nervous. "You'll get to drink it all out of both of my large boots, every last salty drop." Juvia said with a twisted smile coming her face as Lucy was so overtaken with disgust and fear she stopped licking the heel, but only for a moment as Juvias left foot pulled back from Lucy's face only to stomp back into position to continue smothering half her face as the blonde got back to sadly rubbing her tongue all around the pale sole, as she did a single tear leaked from her exposed eye. "I see you're absolutely mortified, good. I think now would be a good time to begin wi-" The rooms door creaked open, revealing a concerned Wendy who's mouth immediately dropped as she saw Juvia seated comfortably atop Lucy whom was busy crying, being smothered and sucking on a obviously gross heel. "I...uh...um, I heard screaming..." Wendy mumbled awkwardly as Lucy died of embarrassment while Juvia seemed indifferent. Wendy grabbed the doorknob and began to back out of the room. "W-well I'll just leave you guys to-" "Wait." Juvia said causing Wendy to freeze in position, Juvia then casually stood up and stood directly next to her slaves head, without looking away from Wendy she placed a warm, moist foot flat on Lucy's face whom proceeded to cough several times but didn't bother resisting. "It's convenient you came by, girl. You're adept at enchantment, are you not?" Lucy, whom was too busy being concerned with her naked, crying, whimpering friend to speak, nodded. (The guy that wrote this has no idea about Wendys powers, or really Fairy Tail as a whole btw) "Good, good. Well then, unless you'd like to join Lucy in being a foot whore, I suggest you do as I say...now come here, enchant the air and sweat within my boots to make them both even more atrocious than they already were." Juvia instructed, she decided to scare the child even more by pressing her foot down on Lucy's face until the blonde let out muffled little yelps. Wendy nervously approached, she stopped about a meter from the boots and as she reluctantly began to cast the smell her nose curled as she detected the already overly foul stink wafting out from the knee-high leather boots. "...Sorry Lucy." Wendy said, obviously feeling terrible but that didn't stop her from waving her hands around and casting the enchantment. Once the spell was complete Wendy immediately retched as if she were going to vomit, Lucy did the same however unlike Wendy she didn't instantly sprint from the room and slam the door shut. "Well, that little intrusion was certainly useful..." Juvia stated blankly, she snapped her fingers towards the door as Lucy continued coughing so hard she could hardly breath causing ice to form around the doorknob, freezing it instantly. "There, no more undesired guests. Now then..." Juvia lifted her foot from Lucy's face, the blonde then began to cough and gag even louder as the magically enhanced stink of the boots reached her nose with its full strength, the smell was so ungodly and foul that it was exponentially worse than what Lucy was just smelling, the source of all the stink, Juvias foot. The blue haired girls pasty white foot had barely lifted before Lucy began to crawl away quickly, she scurried like a terrified rat while gagging and retching constantly, she could feel whatever she had previously eaten churning in her stomach and knew it would soon be splattered splattered over the floor so she crawled to the corner as Juvias stood next to her boots, watching with interest and dark satisfaction. Lucy, on her hands and knees with a face covered in sweat, wept and wheezed and gagged loudly with the whole guildhouse certainly able to hear before finally it happened, stomach acid mixed with sticky warm sweat and old food came shooting up her esophagus. She spattered a gross grayish liquid all over the floor, then gagged and cried some more with the stench of the boots still reaching her nose before vomiting again, and again before sobbing a bit more and throwing up a final time. "Done? Good, you'll need a empty stomach to fit all this sweat." Juvia said indifferently, Lucy meanwhile was going from disgusted to mad and disgusted, she knew if she didn't stand up to her tormentor now then she'd be dammed to serve Juvias feet for who knows how long. So without really thinking the blonde jumped up and tried to run to the table she had left her Zodiac Keys on only to gasp as she saw they were gone. She then gasped again as Juvia nonchalantly clapped her hands, Lucy made it about three steps before she found herself unable to move her legs, she looked down and whimpered as she saw ice forming all over her body...within seconds she practically looked like a ice sculpture with only her head exposed, upon looking back to Juvia she saw the blank faced girl approaching with a boot in each hand. "I hope you're thirsty Lucy, there's loads of sweat in each boot and it all is going right down your man-stealing throat." "N-no please!" Lucy begged, completely breaking down and losing all composure as Juvia came to a halt directly in front of her. "Please, I don't want to drink your sweat, please please don't make me!" Juvia stood there, clearly eager to hear more begging and she certainly wasn't disappointed. "Please I...I don't wanna vomit again! And the smell was already soo bad before, please Juvia!" Lucy was just openly sobbing at this point, her sweat coated face was red and none of that even phased Juvia, who proceeded to lift the boots up, stopping once the mouths of both were at Lucy's chin. Unsurprisingly Lucy's begging turned into another violent fit of gagging as she desperately twist and turned her head away in futile attempts to breathe non-poisonous air. "C-come on, I... I don't even think Gray's that great looking! You don't have to worry about me stealing him." Calling Gray not that great looking was clearly a grave mistake as the neutral expression on Juvias face turned into a sadisticly annoyed frown. Sensing she messed up only made Lucy more terrified and as such she kept begging though her words were I incomprehensible, not that Juvia was listening as she sat the left boot down and used her free hand to deliver a full-on punch straight to Lucy's nose, jerking her head back like a punching-bag and making her sob even harder. "So first you deny trying to steal my beloved king, then you call him ugly? You are going to suffer for that!" Juvia raised her voice slightly, causing Lucy to flinch but that was only the beginning of her troubles as Juvia grabbed a fistful of hair with her free hand and lifted the remaining boot up, pressing the mouth of it against Lucy's quivering lips. "Open your whore mouth before I get bored and freeze you completely solid." Lucy, with her lips trembling, held her breath momentarily to think of a way, any way at all, out of this terrible situation however she was forced to comply as she felt the hair Juvia was holding begin to freeze. She kept sobbing as she opened her mouth and squealed like a frightened child as Juvia immediately turned the boot upwards a bit. Right away a small stream of sweat began to pour out right into Lucy's opened mouth, the boot was then pulled back as she coughed and wheezed even more loudly than before thanks to the sweat being horribly disgusting, it was warm and sticky and even a bit thicker than water leaving it just a bit sludgey as it coated the inside of her mouth. "Good, now keep your mouth open wide. The whole 'foot' part of the boot is filled with lovely, magically enhanced foot sweat, all of which is going inside you whether you cooperate or not." Juvia ordered as Lucy just cried and kept her mouth open with her lips quivering non-stop. "Wanna see something interesting? I think you'll be impressed." Lucy certainly did not want to see anything Juvia was offering but being frozen in position left her with no choice. She whimpered as Juvia lifted the boot only for her eyes to buldge as all the sweat, about four mouthfuls worth, all shot into her mouth, down her throat where it slammed down into her stomach like a rock before, to Lucy's horror, it all shot straight back up, out her mouth and back into the boot. Lucy barely had time to wheeze before the sweat all violently poured down her throat again only to come back up into the boot, leaving her mouth coated in what was like it's fourth coating of nasty, rotten tasting sweat... the fifth coating was then applied as the sweat began to pour from the boot normally, this time Lucy was 'eager' to swallow it, which she submissively did as she was desperate to not further enrage Juvia whom had since returned to her normal monotone, kinda creepy self. "Wasn't that interesting? And just think, I can do that whenever I wish...in fact..." Juvia said, all the sweat Lucy had just sucked down came shooting back up her esophagus alongside plenty of stomach acid, which them poured right back into Lucy's mouth who just kept swallowing despite feeling increasingly nauseous. "Now, I'll be nice and let you finish your drink in peace. You've got, hmm, probably another two big gulps left." Two gulps didn't seem like much but as far as Lucy was concerned she might as well be slurping down a entire ocean of nasty sweat. Still, she kept her mouth opened to a embarrassing degree and right away more sweat came...within seconds her mouth was overfilled and her cheeks were buldging so Lucy forced herself to swallow, it left a beyond abysmally horrific taste in her mouth that was salty, rotten-meaty and even tasted a bit of stomach acid. As Lucy felt the sticky, warm liquid slowly seep down her throat she knew she had made a terrible mistake, her stomach immediately grumbled loudly but that didn't stop Juvia whom just kept pouring the final mouthful in... unfortunately for the nauseous Lucy this sweat was particularly foul, even after being enchanted, thanks to it being stuck down at the deepest part of the boot, down where the insole was which was soaked in sweat and filled the liquid with all manner of toxic flavors. Once her mouth was overly filled once more Lucy was relieved the boot was empty though Juvia kept it pressed against the now closed lips, which allowed the horrendous stink trapped inside to float up into Lucy's nostrils. Huffing in the stench of rotted meat and old vinegar, Lucy somehow forced herself swallow the mouthful of salty sweat and was immediately sickened by it, her stomach rumbled again and right away she could feel her stomach contents begin to bubble. Juvia must have known what was coming as she mercilessly gripped Lucy's partially frozen hair even harder and jerked head side, far too much to the side as Lucy whimpered before she felt all the sweat coming up, it shot from her mouth with the stomach acid and vile sweat burning her esophagus on the way up like a terrible bought of heartburn. The vomit then spewed from her mouth with Lucy sobbing loudly the whole time, since she was frozen in a standing position the vomit just splashed down onto her shoulder before leaking down her frozen body which was both beyond humilating and gross, another torrent of vomit shot out with all the grayish liquid seeping down her side. "What a revolting human. I certainly overreacted, there's no way Gray would fall for such a wretched creature." Juvia stated, watching with interest as if she were studying something instead of watching her 'friend' vomit footsweat all over herself. Lucy wheezed and retched loudly, sucking in air and praying it was over however, without feeling it come up, she suddenly shot a final burst of vomit out from her mouth with this time the gross liquid flying several feet before splattering to the floor. "P-please Juvia, I...I don't know what I can do to convince you I don't want to steal Gray...just please, let me go.." Lucy pleaded as if her life depended on it, she them yelped as Juvia forced her to make eye contact again. "Please, I'll whatever you want...please, Juvia just let me lick your feet again or something for awhile, I won't tell anyone about any of this I swear!" Juvia stood there a moment, enjoying the feelings of dominance and superiority as Lucy sobbed and continued to inhale the ungodly stench of sweat since her face was still absolutely soaked. Juvia then, without warning, grabbed Lucy's cheeks with one hand and forced the mouth of the boot against the blondes face causing all manner of pathetic noises to erupt from Lucy's sweat covered mouth. "Do you know what would convince me you don't Gray?" Juvia asked, Lucy let out a incredibly desperate 'I'll do anything!' at which point Juvia simply dropped the boot before bending to pick up the other one, she forced the mouth of it against Lucy's trembling lips. "You can beg even harder for my amusement and then drink every last drop from this second boot...now open your mouth, slave."
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Hello everyone, about 2ish years ago I met up with a fan and we made a bunch of videos of me domming him. He used to live six hours away but that's been changed to 40 minutes so I now have access to a foot licker whenever I want so enjoy the videos 😈 the top four are new https://thisvid.com/members/2403691/public_videos/ Also I have another account where I dom my girlfriend so https://thisvid.com/members/1866159/public_videos/ So yep, I'm a feet writer and a feet pornstar
Your basically the Shakespeare of foot fetish DA, so I just wanted to know your thoughts on a story about Konan's (Lady Angel's) feet? Shes super underrated imo
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Hello, is everything ok? I saw that you liked this type of foot art, I love it too, I'm an artist who really likes doing art like this, I do commissions, I have a very open mind, if you have time available, come by and take a look <3 Thank you very much for your attention and time <3