This choice: Show mercy and tell Jester to take her foot out. • Go Back...Chapter #35Show mercy and tell Jester to take her foot out. by: Carl   You were absolutely terrified and Jester was just laughing at you! However Amy saw the danger and granted mercy.
"All right Jester get your foot out of his wittle mouth, I don't want my Hawky passing out on us."
"Awww boring." Jester said but she extracted her foot from your mouth and and pushed you away.
You gasped for air and then coughed while the girls laughed at your helplessness. When you got your breath back you meekly rained down on kisses on Amy's feet.
"Thank you mommy, thank you, thank you so much."
She ruffled your a hair with your foot. "Such a good little Hawky, don't you worry I'll always make sure you are safe so you can stay with me forever and ever!"
Darla rolled her eyes. "He really is a pathetic loser, needing Amy to protect him. Hey I'm bored let's see how weak he really is. Let's make him arm wrestle us so he can see what a weakling he is."
They all agreed and since it was Darla's idea she was up first.
You grasped her hand and began to push down but she didn't move even a fraction of an inch.
"Pathetic."
Then she slowly inexorably pushed your hand back down the other way. You strained every fiber of your muscles but the living conditions you had suffered through for over a year had made you pathetically weak. Stopping her was like trying to stop the rising of the sun, it was impossible. With a smirk she pushed your arm fully down winning the match.
"Like I said pathetic. Now kiss my feet and tell me how superior I am to you."
You obeyed kissing her stocking clad feet.
"You are superior to me Darla, you'll always beat me in everything."
Jester thought this was just too funny and her laughter rang around the room.
"You girls have really broken this bitch! Look at how well trained he is, look at how pathetic and sad he looks, what an absolute fucking loser!"
Your eyes were downcast, you didn't blush or have any other physical reaction, your shame had become a constant, a fact of life, an immutable reality.
"My turn." Alice replied and instead of toying with you she just slammed your arm down as soon as the arm wresting match began. She grabbed your jaw and brought her face close to yours, her eyes boring into you.
"Weak trash like you should have never even tried to become a hero, now worship my feet."
Kissing and licking Alice's feet was a daily occurrence but the sheer power and domination she had just displayed made you extra servile this time.
"Thank you Alice, your feet are divine, thank you for putting me in my place, I love them and worship them, I am such a loser for daring to challenge you, thank you for letting me serve."
The over the top statements brought another round of bratty laughter to the group.
Jester wanted to go next and as the match began you felt yourself starting to win. You redoubled your efforts as you slowly pushed Jester's hand back. Her smile grew broad and then manic on her face as you slowly brought her hand down.
Just as it was about to touch the table she laughs in your face and pushes your hand all the way back to the starting area and then down to the other side! She had been toying with you the entire time!
"You.. you... why would you do that! Why would you make me think I could win." You say stunned at her unsportsmanlike conduct.
"Hawky! Shush!" Amy angrily replied as she covered your mouth with her hand. "Don't treat our guest rudely."
Jester laughed. "Yeah don't be rude... bitch."
"Now Hawky you will apologize and then pay homage to Jester's feet, do it now or you'll go to bed hungry tonight!"
There was no winning of course you had to do what was required and so you abased yourself and apologized profusely while humbling yourself at Jester's feet. Who of course mocked you the entire time.
"Yeah you better apologize, little foot boy, little loser who can never win. Hahahhaha, hahahahha!"
Mommy... err Amy was next and she grabbed your hand and you got ready to begin.
"Now sweetie, you can fight back if you want or you can prove what a good little boy you are and just pull my hand and make yourself lose on purpose. You know you can't win and I won't punish you if you try but it would be nice if you started to learn that you shouldn't even try to fight back against Mommy and her friends."
You trembled. You felt that this would be a significant surrender on your part if you didn't even try to defeat her. But she had saved you from Jester's foot so... you couldn't resist her request. You pulled her hand until your hand touched the table signaling your surrender and her victory.
"Wow, how the fuck are you this pathetic!?" Darla demanded. The other girls thought it was funny but she seemed really angry at what a loser you were.
"He's such a good obedient little Hawky for us Darla, don't be so angry." Turning to you she says in that faux sweet voice, "Now come worship my pantyhose and tell everyone how much stronger I am."
"Yes mommy."
You worshiped her pantyhose and went on about how strong and beautiful and powerful she was. How weak you were and how you could never defeat her, how you shouldn't even try. Each statement you made cemented your lowly status and led to rounds of bratty laughter from the group.
"Such a good pet, now lets have another contest, who had the best smelling feet. Let's blindfold our Hawky and see who wins!"
You were quickly blindfolded and you heard some shuffling and then you had to begin sniffing their pantyhose and socks. You could tell some must have changed what they were wearing as they weren't matching the scents from earlier. You sniffed and evaluated how bad each one was and picked the least bad version.
"The best smelling feet were the third one..."
They removed your blindfold and you saw Darla smiling triumphantly.
"I guess my feet are the best!" She grins.
Alice and Jester don't seem to care but Amy is pissed.
"You disloyal pathetic dog! How dare you like another's feet more than mommy's! Time to to punish you, you naughty boy!"
Oh shit... you couldn't see who it was you would have picked her feet if you had known. Now mommy was going to be angry with you. You shrinked back but she easily manhandled you and put you over her lap.
She begins to wail on you.
"Naughty!"
"Ungrateful!"
"Spoiled!"
"Pathetic!"
"Bad doggy!"
Her verbal abuse and spanking started to make you cry.
Alice took a seat on the couch and propped her feet up in your face.
"Shut up and take your medicine, but be useful while you get spanked. Worship my pantyhose covered feet, get your tongue to work instead of crying like a useless baby."
You try to stifle your sobs but you can't quite do it due to Amy's trashing. But while you are crying you still manage to get your tongue to work as you glide over Alice's sweaty and worn pantyhose. You end up having to lick up your own tears from her pantyhose as they continue to come out as Amy reddens your backside.
Jester is beside herself howling with laughter.
"Your spanking him like baby!? Like a baby! Hahahaha, hahahha, what a fucking loser! You thought you could be a hero but your sucking on toes like they were a pacifier while you are getting spanked! Hahahha, hahahha!"
The arrogant laughter of Jester made you sob with emotional pain to match the physical agony you were in. They treated you like you were a useless and worthless child. Like a pet, like your feelings didn't matter. It was horrible and constant. You were so broken down by this continuous treatment you were starting to actually believe you were truly worthless and this was your justified fate!
Finally the spanking came to an end and Amy had you kiss her feet and apologize. But is your punishment done? Or is she still mad and wants to punish you in some other way. You wait on trembling knees before your mommy as he decides your fate!
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