This choice: She presses her sweat drenched pantyhose into your face. • Go Back...Chapter #39She presses her sweat drenched pantyhose into y... by: Carl   Without hesitation Madam Reich pressed her sweat drenched pantyhose into your face. They were warm and moist and the texture on your face disgusted you. You tried to hold your breath but even without inhaling the smell permeated through your body and you felt sick to your stomach.
"Weakling! Remember when I broke your back? You were so easy to defeat and yet you dare try to face me again? I am the future fuhrer of this world, none can oppose me, least of all you!"
Her words rang true, what made you think you could win? What made you think you could defeat an opponent who had so easily bested you in the past? You were a fool, a weak pathetic loser!
You were finally forced to inhale air and with it came the toxic stench of Madam Reich's sweaty pantyhose. You gagged and almost retched from them. They were so much worse than the Troop Squad's feet and footwear. This was a toxic miasma that you had never experienced before!
"Ah yes quail before my feet bird brain. You weak little worm, this is the fate of all who oppose the rise of the Reich!"
You try to push her foot away but her leg is too strong and your arms are too weak. She smooshed her foot all around your face, contorting your features. Your mask had long since fallen off and her sweat filled the pores of your skin. Her power was absolute and you were utterly helpless against her strength.
"I should kill you here and now but you really do amuse me with your misplaced idealism. No matter how often I break you, you still think you can win. Now admit it, admit that I am your superior in every way!"
The accursed foot left your face leaving you free to gasp for relatively clean air. You breathed it in and then looked up her harsh face and curvy body. Yes you were weak but you won't admit it to her!
When you didn't speak for a few moments she shook her head. "You stupid avian freak, you must love my feet!"
With that she pushed her sweaty hose back into your face and pinned you firmly to the back of the wall. This time she increased the pressure and you felt immense pain all across your face.
"Admit it! Admit how weak you are!"
Your arms flailed and soon you were trying to speak and admit your failures before her. She kept you pinned for a few more moments before releasing you.
"Yes I admit it! I'm sorry, you are superior. I am weak! So weak!" You were babbling in fear, all you wanted to do was appease this Germanic bitch. Her powerful leg nearly crushed your face and god the stench was still playing havoc with your lungs and body. You just wanted to get away.
"Good! You are beneath me aren't you."
"Yes, yes I am beneath you."
She grabbed your leg and pulled you back away from the wall so you were flat on the ground. Grinning viciously she stepped on top of your prone body. Her pantyhose feet now walking all over your super hero costume.
"Now you are both literally and figuratively beneath me, just where you belong!"
Her weight was heavy but not unbearable. You had taken worse when all three of the Troop Squad would stand on you for example. It was galling how easily she was trampling the symbol of your heroism. But then it got worse. She marched up onto your chest and balanced all her weight on one foot while placing the other on your lips.
"Kiss it little birdy. Kiss my foot and show me you know your place."
You wanted to resist, you wanted to push her away and defeat her, but you knew your place was one below villains like Madam Reich and the Troop Squad. Your ego was drained, the long 18 months of servitude had made you brittle and weak. You sobbed and planted kisses on her sweaty foot.
"Ahahahah you have no fortitude, you are such a feeble creature. Where is your pride? Where is your heroic strength?"
You sobbed, her words stung because they were true.
"Look at you, crying! CRYING! What weakness has diversity brought to this country. When even its heroes cry like babes. Admit it to me, admit that you will never defeat me!"
Lungs slightly straining from the pressure on your chest you obey. "You will always defeat me. I can't beat you Madam Reich you are superior to me in every possible way."
"Yes, you know your place and inferiors should serve their superiors, yes?"
"Yes."
She grinned and then removed her foot from your face and jumped up and then crashed down with your sexy ass smashing into your stomach and ribs. You cry out in agony but she simply plops both of her sweaty pantyhose covered feet onto your face.
"Inferiors should serve their superiors, so serve me by licking my pantyhose clean! Do a good job and I might let you live."
You were still blinded by pain but you felt her feet touch your face and you knew what you had to do. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, pressing it against warm and wet fabric of her hose. The taste was salty and cheesy and all around awful. You wanted to cringe away from it but you couldn't as you had no where to escape to with her butt crushing your stomach.
"Yes, that's it. Worship me like the Goddess I am!"
And you did, you licked her feet, you sucked on her hose, you rained down kisses an attempt to save your own wretched life. You did this for at least 15 minutes.
"So enjoyable but really I can't allow heroes who keep challenging me to live. Goodbye Hawk Boy."
With that she pressed both of her feet down onto your face with amazing strength. The force kept your jaw closed as your nostrils were pinched between her two big feet. You couldn't get any air at all. She looked contemptuously down at you as you suffocated. You began seeing stars as the pain in your lungs grew ever greater.
This might be the end for you... but it wasn't since out of no where Madam Reich had to block a flying kick! The block was successful but the force was enough to dislodge her from your body. She rolled away and came up into a fighting stance. You looked around and saw one of the "Hawk Chicks" squaring off against Madam Reich.
"Hahaha you have other heroes wearing your bird motif now? You'll die under my foot just like the original!"
Madam Reich charged forward and the Hawk Chick dodged and a fast moving martial arts duel soon took place. It soon became apparent that Madam Reich had an advantage in strength, was soon driving the Hawk Chick back and landed a nasty blow to her stomach that left her dazed and gasping. Madam Reich raised her foot to stomp down but another Hawk Chick swooped in and drove her foot into her breast.
The fascist was rocked back and fell to the ground and the two Hawk Chicks circled her.
"Ganging up on me, how heroic! She charged at one girl who dodged away... and Madam Reich kept running!
"Fools I know when the odds are stacked against me but just wait until you see my super soldier women of the Reich that will soon be ready to fight, then we'll see who the numbers favor!"
At this point Madam Reich was about to get away... or was she? Where was the third Hawk Chick, was she there waiting to take down Madam Reich as she fled?
And more importantly to you, what would the Troop Squad do with you now that you had demonstrated once again how inept you really were?
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