This choice: They leave and Madam Reich plots her revenge. • Go Back...Chapter #41They leave and Madam Reich plots her revenge. by: Carl  
Madam Reich had been utterly and completely humiliated by the "Hawk Chicks." Her will was near broken as they made her do all manner of degrading and humbling things. But eventually the grew bored and left with Hawk Boy. In their minds Madam Reich had been utterly decimated, her organization in tatters and her self-esteem and confidence must have been fully shattered.
They were wrong. Madam Reich wasn't beaten yet, and they should have taken the chance to finish her off then and there. But they didn't and now Madam Reich nursed a kernel of hatred so pure and vindictive that its fiery rage pushed out the shame she felt at being humbled. She would get her revenge and they would rue the day they crossed her.
But it would take time. Whens he struck it would be in one decisive blow that would allow her complete triumph. And for that she needed to plot, plan and prepare but one day she would return!
Meanwhile back the Troop Squad base...
Darla snarled at you. "Weak pathetic loser! You let Madam Reich beat you again!"
"I'm sorry." You could only plead while on your knees.
Amy shook her head with pity. "You know he tried Darla, it isn't his fault that he's such a little weakling. Our little baby birdie tried."
You felt shame at Amy's words, you almost preferred Darla's crude anger instead. Amy's soft and sympathetic tone was laced with barbs that seared your soul. You didn't like being called a baby birdie, you didn't like being considered weak. Your thoughts were broken apart as fiery pain crashed into your ribs, delivered by the shoe of Alice.
"You utterly incompetent nitwit! How could you let her beat you so easily after we trained you for months? Ugh get down on the ground and beg for mercy because I would love to stomp your brains out on the floor!"
Terror seized you, you didn't think Amy would let that happen... but you never could be 100% sure where you stood with the Troop Squad! You quickly obeyed and frantically pleaded with her while you kissed the tops of her shoes.
Amy laughed. "Aww don't scare the little birdie so much, he's shaking like a leaf. Here come on take off Aunty Alice's shoes and make her feet feel nice with your tongue. She might calm down a little if you do a good job!"
You did as was commanded and prayed that Alice would show mercy on you. You removed her shoe to reveal pungent sweaty socks. Since all of you had recently been in combat they reeked far more than normal. Stress and excretion had combined with heat to make them literally drenched in them. You struggled not to cough as the smell made your eyes water.
"Come on my little birdie, get to it with some relish if you want Aunty Alice to forgive you."
Alice rolled her eyes. "He's not a baby Amy he's just a miserable pathetic sub human worm. I won't be forgiving him, the only reason I don't stomp his brains out is that he might still prove marginally useful in drawing out any enemies." She paused for a moment. "And I suppose I wouldn't want to deprive you of your pet."
Amy hugged Alice. "See Hawky? She does have a soft side."
Meanwhile you were trying to muster the necessary passion to make it look like you enjoyed worshiping her nasty socks. Your tongue licked the cloth and the texture was soggy and gross. Licking a sock was never pleasant but a sweaty salty one like this was particularly foul. Especially since you had so recently wore your costume and fought evil... to be reduced back to this was maddening.
"Hurry up with the socks, I want your tongue on my bare feet!" Alice demanded and you obeyed like the good Troop Squad slave bitch that you were. You redoubled your efforts and when you felt it met her satisfaction you used your teeth to pull of the sticky and camp socks from her pretty but smelly feet.
Amy backed a way bit as the sock popped off. "Oh gee Alice your feet do reek, I'm going to go grab a snack. Hawky by the time I get back your tongue better have licked clean all her sweat and toe jam because that stench is just too strong."
Amy walked off and Alice smirked at the bit of terror that entered your eyes as your "protector" left the room and left you alone with Darla and Alice. Neither of them seemed to care what happened to you like Amy did. Darla was often very physical but Alice was surgical in her cruelty and you knew she was the more sadistic of all three of them.
"Now you pathetic wretch, clean my feet of all sweat! Do it!" Alice demanded.
Darla laughed at seeing how you scurried to obey the task. The terror plastered across your face was plain to see by both girls.
"That's right you little sniveling coward, lick my feet! Lick the feet of your superior! Losing after all the training we gave you? How? How can you be so pathetically worthless? You make me sick!"
The verbal abuse hurt, you had tried, you had truly tried to reclaim the hero mantle and bring Madam Reich to justice but instead you had to be saved by the very villains who had enslaved you. It was pathetic, you were pathetic. You licked and licked until her feet were sparkling clean.
"You may have finished cleaning my feet but you aren't done yet. Go fetch the pantyhose that I have in the bottom drawer on the left dresser."
You quickly obeyed and found the item as you picked it up you realized the pantyhose had not been washed in... well you had no idea how long but the odor that emanated from them soured your stomach. Fear still motivating you, you quickly return them to Alice.
"Now put them on me and then prepare to suffer! I like to workout in these and get them extra, extra stinky."
Soon her pantyhose was on and you founded yourself underneath her feet again as she rubbed your face, driving her stink into your skin. Every breath of air was befouled by the overwhelming scent of her sweaty hose. You couldn't help but cry a little as your nostrils burned from the foulness of it.
"That's right 'hero' sniff like a dog! You were never worthy to actually fight by our side. If it were up to me you'd never wear a costume again, you'd stay right in our hideout good for nothing but licking feet and being our bitch. Sniff louder!"
Obeying you continue to inhale the foul aroma. It must have been a full ten minutes of painful stench abuse before she had you started licking her hose clean. The taste was even worse than her socks and you wanted to gag on it but dared not do something in front of Alice.
Her pantyhose clad foot smeared your saliva on your face and then she pushed her toes into your mouth and then leaned forward, driving her foot deeper in until it was pushing past your tonsils.
"Suck it, whore. You're just our foot whore, not a hero, not a person, just a pet whore for us to use and abuse! Know your place, scum!"
She fucked your mouth and in that moment you felt like a cheap whore. Like some piece of meat that people could hire to use for their pleasure and satisfaction. It was degrading, it was embarrassing, it was mortifying. You were nothing but a tool to be used by the Troop Squad. Not a hero at all.
The worship went on for some time and then you also had to serve Darla but your ordeal wasn't done.
Amy returned. "Well my sweet little birdie, I think you've suffered quite a bit at Alice's stinky pantyhose but we still need to proper punish you. I promise to try to make sure they don't do any permanent damage to you... but well Alice is very upset."
You were confused for a moment by the comment and then they struck. All three of them lashed out with kicks, stomp and painful knees to your body. Your face was kicked, your ribs were stomped on. All the while they rained down abuse with their bodies they also insulted you and demeaned you.
"Worthless!"
"Pathetic!"
"Useless!"
"Weak!"
"Loser!"
True to her word Amy stopped Alice from full out stomping your head, instead your ribs and chest took Alice's heavy no mercy strikes. The beating lasted awhile and soon you were bruised from head to toe, fortunately nothing was broken.
You lay in a shattered wreck, utterly destroyed and mentally devastated.
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