You weren't sure how you ended up in such a humiliating situation, a rug beneath Jacinta and Jenny's soles, the two people who admired you most and were once your friends were now treating you like an object. What made it even worse was that Jacinta who once had a crush on you saw you as nothing more then a foot bitch now. You tried ignore the pain and pull through the rapid stomps on your stomach that Jacinta repeated over and over. You bit down harder on Jenny's worn ballerina shoe, tasting the filth and dirt caking it as your eyes watered from both the pain and humiliation as your former lover used you like a rug. Jacinta seemed to show less and less concern with your well being as her stomps became more aggressive, truly seeing him more as a rug. At one point, Jacinta's nylon sole came into view just above your face, giving you a good view of her perfectly smooth sweaty arch and toes.
"Now be a good rug and don't resist, you'll accept your place beneath our feet soon enough little rug."
Before you could say another word, Jacinta's sole came crashing down on your face, bruising it as your senses were flooded with both pain and the intense sweaty odor of her soles. You weakly try to squirm around but Jenny was having none of it, kicking your crotch so a wild muffled cry vibrated against her shoe. The reaction made a heartless giggle come from the two girls as Jenny stepped onto your crotch, letting her weight and toes sink down against it. When it stiffened, she scrunch her toes up against it's, gripping your shaft lightly through your pants. Your hips buckle of their own violation as you yelp weakly, making Jacinta double her efforts, her sweaty musky nylon soles completely encasing you in a sweaty musky tomb that filled your nose with it's leathery intense powerful stench. Your eyes bulge both from the pressure and suffocating odor that permeated the air as Jacinta marked your face with more reddish sweaty imprints, asserting her control over you while Jenny continued to toy with your crotch.
"I never imagined Rob would be such a fun toy to air our feet on! It truly makes such a thrilling toy to play with!" Remarked Jenny as she shifted her soles on your crotch, grinding against it a bit.
"That's because he belongs beneath woman like us. I was chasing after a worthless rug all this time and only now I see just how befitting it is having him serving our feet." Jacinta firmly wedges her heel roughly against your lips, forcing it open inch by inch, causing Jenny's ballerina shoe to ease it's way deeply into your bulging mouth. Jacinta's toes firmly press against your nose, encasing it so there wasn't an inch of freedom for you to breath in fresh air. Your mind becomes hazy as your lids begin to droop, seeing that there was no way of getting these two to budge. You slowly were scumming to their feet and accepting your place as a worthless rug to be abused and mistreated by other women.
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