This choice: Continue on with the forced foot worship. • Go Back...Chapter #16Continue on with the forced foot worship. by: demifiend   Alice curled up in your lap, sticking her feet into the air to cover your unprotected nose to watch in the torture. Her thick white creamy soles sharp scent wasn't sharp enough to cut your focus on your mother's desperate struggle. Darla would pull the gag off and sit on your poor mother's stomach. Meanwhile Amy sat above her head, planting both her feet down over her eyes and nose. You see Darla do a creepily cheery smile as she points her long black painted toes down at your mother. "You better stick that tung out before you have to get a new son~! But maybe you'd like that batter..." Your mother's eyes teared up as she protested, "No, I'm sorry!" Swiftly sticking her tung out. You swell up with rage and sorrow. You couldn't hold back the tears any longer as they slowly dripped off from your trembling face onto Alice's toes. You'd see Alice smirk as she takes one of her fowl feet and licks the tears right off, quickly placing them back onto your face afterwards. You shout angrily from beneath the gag before Alice delivers a painfull slap to your face with her feet. "Shut up, losers don't get to say shit". Meanwhile, you watch in horrer as Darla plants her pale reddish toes onto your mother's tongue. You hear her let out a disgusted gasp as Darla rubbed hr bare soles all over your mother's toung. "Mmmmh, nice and salty huh? Lots of sweat after running off from our last heist. Nyeahahaha~." You thrash about in your wheelchair only to be greeted by another face slap. "Act up again, and I'm tossing you onto the floor, Hawkboy". Your old title stung as it escaped her lips. Darla would have her way with your mother's mouth, sticking her long moist toes inside, shouting out "Suck it, bitch!" in a commanding tone. Your heart sank as she quickly complied, sucking off all the sweat and toejam from between Darla's long toes. Before long Darla and Amy would switch positions without skipping a bit, with Darla's now saliva soaked toes cupping over your mother's nose while Amy brought her feet to your mother's face. Her spirit was already broken as she stuck her tung out and began vigorously licking her soles even before ordered to. "Oh, looks like we've got ourselves a keeper. Maybe we'll just take you home with us." Amy said with a smirk. Alice without even looking at you added, "Don't worry, it'll be a fair trade. We'll leave some nice sweet cookies for you." You let your head hang in shame, which Alice at this point allows to go unpunished as your mother's tung became sore licking at Amy's big worn callused feet. "Say you like it, say you wish you could eat my feet, slutbucket." You quickly look up only to see your mother reply, "I love it...I wish I could eat your feet...." before Amy pulled out a small pummice stone, and began wearing her calluses down into dust, letting it fall into your mother's waiting open mouth. "Well, here ya go~". You hold your head up high and let out a heart-filled cry. One so strong it could be heard quite clearly through the gag....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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