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You're a super hero who likes women's feet.

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Chapter #34

The next day Jester comes back!

    by: Carl Author IconMail Icon
You wore woken up the next day, your face sticky with your dried tears.

"Get your ass in here Hawky!" Darla yelled from across the house.

You quickly rushed to comply. When you arrived you saw Darla in her workout clothes, she had built up a sweat. Clearly she had gone on a morning run.

'Attend my feet you lazy bitch."

You quickly obeyed and did what had become routine for you. And while it was routine it was no less horrible. You quickly untied her shoes and gently pried them off of her sweaty feet. Her white socks were soaked with sweat and the odor caused you to wince. Darla's feet weren't the worst normally but when she got a good workout in... the pungent aroma was like a weight on your chest.

"Socks stay on this time foot boy."

"Yes Miss Darla."

You knelt below her and lifted one foot up to your nose. You inhaled deeply as you began to rub her soles strongly. Darla always insisted that you put your hands and face to use while serving her. You had to rub them firmly while sniffing, it never took long for your hands to start cramping up and your sinuses to become clouded with her stench.

After the massage she would make you lick and suck the sweat from her socks with your tongue. The salty taste was putrid and always threatened to make you sick. Fortunately you had long mastered the ability not to actually sick up. The horrid beatings on the rare times it had occurred had taught you well.

As you were finishing up Amy came out of her bedroom.

"Good morning Darla! And oh look our good little puppy is already serving. We have another surprise for you today Hawky!"

Great... another surprise.

"Oh now don't make that face my wittle good doggy, you don't want to make mommy mad now do you."

"No mommy, I'm sorry mommy."

She laughed that bratty laugh that grated on your nerves.

"No you don't. Your surprise is that you get to play with Jester again today! Yay!"

Fuck. You hated that demented clown. She was way too into humiliating and abusing you yesterday.

"No frowney faces now! You don't want another spanking do you?"

"No mommy, please, I'll be goody."

"Yes you will Hawky, yes you will my good little doggy!" Her faux sweet voice was so deeply humiliating and emasculating that you wanted to weep in frustration. How you hated these arrogant brats!

Darla was done with you so you crawled over to Amy who just had you lay there as she rested her white opaque stockings on your face. This was a newer pair so didn't have quite the stench as the others had but her natural foot smell wasn't a field of flowers either so this wasn't pleasant for you.

After enjoying your services as a foot rest the doorbell rang and the damned clown waltzed in.

Amy and Jester hugged and you glanced at what Jester was wearing. Her outfit was her more traditional attire, instead of red and white socks she was wearing red pantyhose that led up to black panties. A fitting color for the legs of a demon!

"Come kiss my friend's feet Hawky!" Amy demanded and you did so with trepidation. The odor coming from her pantyhose let you know that these hadn't been washed since the last time they were worn.

"Hehehe, hahahhaha, what a good little doggy! But you know kisses like that or so tame, I want to play with him a different way."

"Oh what did you have in mind Jester?" Amy asked.

Her eyes became slightly crazed. "I want to see if he can help me with a magic trick!"

I shuddered. What insane plan did she have?

"Oooh magic, won't that be fun Hawky, he volunteers of course!"

"I want to see if he can make my foot disappear, so come on you stupid dog, open your mouth as wide as you can!"

Amy laughed, her loud bratty pitch must carried throughout the house because Darla and Alice came down to see what was going on. Jester explained again and they loved the idea. You soon found yourself with your arms handcuffed behind your back and sitting in front of the couch in front of Jester. Darla attached a lease around your collar and handed it to their guest.

Amy knelt behind you and whispered in your ear.

"Why are you shaking? You know mommy isn't going to let anything too bad happen to you. Aunty Jester is just going to shove her foot in your mouth, and then shove it deeper and deeper until she can't see anything but her ankle. That won't be so bad, you just have to be a big boy and say Ahhhhhh."

"Please mommy I'm..." You were going to say scared but she put her finger over your mouth.

"Shhh, shhhh, don't embarrass us in front of the guest. Be a good boy and open your mouth and get ready for her foot!"

Jester snickered. "Yeah Hawky, listen to your mommy! My foot isn't that scary, is it?"

She waved her foot in front of your face, not alleviating your fears in the slightest.

"Open up!" Alice snapped and you obeyed. Jester slowly pushed her foot forward. The toes entered your mouth and you tasted the dirt and salty dried sweat. Her toes and sole glided over your tongue as it slowly made its way to the back of your throat.

"Such a good boy, open wider my wittle sweetie pie." Amy whispered in your ear. You lowered your jaw, trying to appease your mommy.

The toes continued their inexorable advance. They now touched the back of your throat, you gagged a bit convulsing slightly but Amy gripped your hair steadying you. Jester grinned, her smile far wider than appropriate as she pushed her toes into the back of your throat. You gagged again but you had no where to go and she continued pushing.

You were drooling down to the floor as she wedged her foot into your mouth gagging you. Her toes were meeting resistance as your throat angled downward. She yanked on the leash hard and you gave out a muffled cry of pain as the stockings slammed the back of your throat.

"I can still see my foot! Don't be a bad doggy! Make it disappear!" She demanded.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks. You sank slightly lower on your knees to give a better angle for her toes to lodge into your windpipe. Amy let you move so you can better take Jester's foot.

"Such a good obedient boy, so close Hawky, just a couple more inches."

A couple more inches??? You could barely breathe now, your nose your only means of air but the toes were now partially constricting the passage. Jester laughed arrogantly, enjoying your terrified distended facial expression.

They wormed deeper and deeper, feet had never gone this far down your throat. You retched but had nothing in your system to spit up. The air was diminishing even more now and Jester grabbed the leash with both hands and gave a mighty yank!

Pain wracked your throat as her stocking shoved all the way into the back and then pushed down into your windpipe. The outline of her foot could be seen inside your throat! All air was impossible as all four of them cheered and laughed. In their bratty arrogance they didn't realize that oxygen was now completely impossible due to the full obstruction of your air tubes!

You gagged and struggled but Jester's foot was actually wedged into your throat!

Darla first noticed. "Oh hey Jester I don't think he's getting any air in now..."

"GOOD! I want to see him turn blue for my next trick!"

Tears of agony and mortal terror rained down your cheeks as your eyes sought out Amy's. You begged her, you pleaded her with your eyes. Please mommy, please mommy save me is what you begged mentally to her. What was Amy going to do?

You have the following choices:

*Pen*
1. Laugh as you pass out.

2. Show mercy and tell Jester to take her foot out.

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3. Reader's Choice / Something Else

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