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(Basically this is what i wanted to do before i just reverted back to blubber sweat fart, slob immobility and all that, of course this story will still have this stuff but not as much i just wanna make a story that isn't mainly focused on blubber) Cress was training outside his home  *FWOOOOOSH!!! FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!* as his fists glide across the air with a sharp whipping like sound coming from each blow, his long black hair that touched his shoulders flowing swiftly in the wind, his tank top tearing a little from how quickly he was, while his shorts were just fine with his saiyan tail was swaying from side to side with sweat dripping from his brow until he was met by large blobby Mint who was stuffing her face as her boredom grew more from watch Cress train "when are you going to do stuff like that goku guy from universe 7 can do, he can destroy planets!! And all you can do is destroy pebbles." Mint comments, she was which had the saiyan heartbroken "ah okay Mint, bit unneeded but alright." He stated as the Majin eating a chocolate bar while she watched this man train with her slightly getting a belly from it until they then heard a yelling from inside Cress' large house "CREEEEESSSSS!!!!" Yelled some familiar voice "coming honey!" He told her as he then rushed into the house with Mint flying along. Inside was Kolsa with her long brunette hair tied up into a bun, wearing a baggy tank top which was Cress' and it had a design on it which was a red dragon, she also had very tight jeans, a scar on her left cheek, bright blue eyes, a saiyans tail and a bright smile "i missed you~" she muttered as she hugs Cress tightly with Mint watching "awwwww a skinny bitch hugging another skinny bitch." Mint was uhhh…… well she wasn't thin anything but that she was around 500 billion pounds…. Her skin was a light green that looked almost blue, plenty of rolls on her face and body, soooo many chins on her neck and face, dark black eyes with her pupils being pink, her hair was made from her slime and was a long curly sort of hair "how's it hanging….. twigs? *URRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!*" Mint had to wear a XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL crop top which made her tits look enormous, wearing gym shorts as well which were XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLLLL to fit her blobby buttocks with her chubby fat tail sticking out with their tail being blobby as well, "Mint you should really lay off the sweets." Cress prods her belly and then reaches into one of Mints chins, pulling out a whole cake which mint inhales straight away  "awwww little sis come on you need to watch your weight. " Kolsa poks mints belly "I'm not *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOP* that fat……" Mint claims however both of the saiyans knew it was bullshit "I can lose this weight…… any time i want…." She uses her powers to then bring over a ginormous bottle of soda, chugging it down in one go *gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp* some spilling onto her cleavage but she didn't care "you need to stop drinking that it's going right to your bottom and belly." Mint then stops drinking it as she gaze a look of confusion "but it says *BWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!* only 2 calories…." Kolsa gets a closer look at the label to see there was something on it and as she peels it off it says 200 thousand calories "oooooooh….." mint looks down at her blobby figure and then looks at her behind which grows significantly "oh…. Kolsa big sis you want some…." Mint then tried to slap Kolsa's small ass compared to hers "no I'm fine Mint… I don't really wanna be fat." Pushing the gallon of soda away as mint offered it "awww come on!!" She begs with her fat jiggling and wobbling until another familiar face walked in however the door was blocked by Mints fat wide enormous ass *bounce, jiggle* the person was a tall 7ft lady who was muscular, whiskers, long brown hair, claws and a wolf woman hybrid wearing a sweater and jean shorts "woaaaah!!" She instantly hugged mint's ass and jiggled her gooey ass cheeks "awwww mint you're sooooo cute as a chubbster." Mint didn't even notice her friend Lin who was like an older sister, groping her butt "why are you encouraging this Lin?" Suddenly Mint began to jiggle endlessly as Kolsa pokes her belly "she's sooooooooo big and wide….. how did you even get inside?" Mint lets out a deep belch "oh I became…. Like a liquid slime and then reformed….." then she summons a cake 5x the size of her, digging into it which makes chocolate spread all over her mouth and hands "hmmmmmp!!" Stuffing her face full of it, not even sparing a crumb. Later on Mint was sitting on Cress' couch which thankfully adjusts to people's weight, but it felt like there was something underneath the ginormous Majin…. "Kolsa……… help……" it was Cress muttering for mercy since he was being crushed "you hear something Lin?…" she saw the wolf woman bring over just a bucket of lard "huh oooh no no you must be hearing things drink up!" Mint then chugs the lard, downing it all in one go with some lard spilling onto her chins and cleavage "hmmmmmm……" she keeps chugging it with her belly expanding more and more, hanging down to the floor, ass engulfing the couch in her blubber, breasts expanding as well as her thighs her shorts were hanging on for dear life "wow she can really eat…." Kolsa lifts up Mints belly and drops it onto the floor with it cracking the instant her belly hit "hmmmm…. Soooo tasty….." she moaned as her body continued to expand every gulp but then her stomach lets out a mighty churn "what's in this?" Mint panicked as her belly bloated like a balloon "oh just like lots and lots of milk." Their belly continued to rise and rise like a flag on a pole until it stopped "uh….. oh…. I can't handle tons of milk.." she tries to lift herself off the couch but shes too large and so she just decides to let loose with cress underneath, he pushes to try and lift her off but the strength wasn't enough "Mint whatever you do…… please don't fart……" he begged "ooooooo I don't know Cressy….. *grrrrrrrrgllllllleeeee……* my guts crying out…" she then saw Kolsa hug her belly tightly "i need to get rid of some of this slime….." mint looks at Kolsa and Lin but then quickly shook her head and instead thought (nah…. I don't think I'll make anyone just pop with my slime…) suddenly she couldn't hold it back anymore  *BRRRRRRRRRROOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!* Farting right onto Cress with him nearly passing out from the fumes, the Majin kept trying to pick herself off the couch which always failed until Lin grabbed her left arm and Kolsa grabbed her right "Heaaaaaave!!" The girls pulled her off the couch and Mint began to sweat rapidly, cress was basically stuck in the couch due to Mints ass "oops….. did i kill him?" She turns to look at him and notices it looks like he's fused into the couch "sorry…." Mint giggles like a schoolgirl as she then waddles away, Lin and Kolsa both pull the trapped man out of the couch.  Cress had an ice pack as Mint was staring at him smiling "Hey Kolsa Will you ever gain weight?" She prods Kolsa's flat stomach "uhhh…. No, I don't think I'll ever gain weight dear…" mint then looks at a non-existent camera and winks with Kolsa and cress being flabbergasted while lin hugs mint's belly… Kolsa was helping mint eat/watch her weight, feeding them ginormous slices of cake with four chairs holding her ass up…. Creaking more and more "mint you're like… a million or something pounds when are you gonna be full??" Becoming tired as she feeds this blobby slob endless mountains of cake "us Majins never get full!!" Claiming whilst chocolate gets smeared around her mouth "awww that's right so we can fill her up as much as we want!" Lin hugs her belly with Kolsa halting the feeding and taking care of her boyfriend "thanks Kolsa… i love you…" the two lean in for a kiss, lips slapping against another "you're the best girlfriend a saiyan could ask for." Caressing her cheek which caused her to blush at the touch. Somewhere far off in another galaxy there was a ginormous ship floating around with a tyrant in said ship, she had bright turquoise eyes, purple skin with some parts of her body like her shoulder, chest, head and wrists covered by this strange armour like looking material which was apart of her body, she had a long white tail with an almost blade looking thing on the tip of it, incredibly large breasts and an enormous ass however she was over 40 million pounds so she was currently immobile and stuck in her control room with minions taking care of her, robot arms feeding her cakes, burritos and brownies as she farted 24/7, tubes also making her chug lard… this person was apart of frieza's race and she was known as Yce  "Ugh….. these farts reek…." She comments as her ass cheeks slap against one another with every fart "minions…. Are my buckets of grease nearly done?" A minion shook her head with Yce sighing "hmm…. I need a new planet to rule." She then searches for a planet to rule until she stumbled upon a planet known as earth "ah good……"

It's the second day of summer Ian was still in between his mom's ass cheeks under her bed sheets forced to smell her lactose farts she said that his summer job will being a slave to his mom's disgusting body which means he had such her dairy farts, eat food that she made with her feet and ass smell her shit and lick her sweaty, hairy armpits. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFF Patty: morning sweetie I hope you had a great night even though you probably didn't sleep at all but I guess that's what happens when I drink milk before bed speaking of which. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFF Patty let Ian out of her gas chamber so he could go to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Ian:Hey mom I can't find my toothbrush. Patty:ooh I almost forgot where I put it. Patty was smiling as she got one of her socks from yesterday and pulled out a blue toothbrush. Patty:I put this in my sock before we went to bed so it has been soaking up my sweat for about 8 hours and your gonna scrub your teeth with it but first. She lifts up her underarm and uses Ian's toothbrush to clean her armpits than she uses it to get the toe jam from between her toes and finally she puts it right up her ass crack and moves it up and down. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFF Patty:and there we go now you can you can use it SPLASH woops. As patty was moving towards Ian she "accidentally" drops his toothbrush in the toilet which she used yesterday you can still see the stains in the bowl. Patty: Well I was gonna make use the sink but that will do now open wide. Ian tried to escape but his mom tackled him and pinned him to the floor and forced open his mouth. Patty: Now then if you won't brush your teeth than I guess I'll do it for you. Patty put the disgusting toothbrush in his mouth she barely got to his teeth she focused it all on his tongue she was basically using Ian to clean the toothbrush. Patty: there you go all done now you wait here and wash it down with my sock and I'll make breakfast ok. She puts her sweat sock in his mouth, puts her workout clothes on and goes to the kitchen. Half an hour later... Patty: Ian come here breakfast time. Ian comes to the kitchen to see his mom on the table with a big stack of pancakes with some eggs and beans with a tall glass of milk. Ian: where is my breakfast? Patty: Oh my I almost forgot. She digs into her butt to take out a some a pancake that was soaked with sweat but before she took it out she wiped her ass with it than let out a fart on it with a face of relief. Patty: there you go and there's another one for you. She puts her hand up her shirt to take out a second pancake that was lodged up her armpit you can see there was still pit hair on it. Patty: Now time for your drink I'll have you know I love dancing while I'm cooking and it really works up a sweat and your pancakes absorb my sweat really well. Ian gagged knowing what horror those pancakes went through then he realized he had to eat them. Patty: Now time for your drink remember whe I put my sock in your sprite and made you drink it well guess what your drink today is going to be you sucking out all the sweat from my disgusting sweatrag I use after my workouts you know the one I never wash. She puts it on the table it used to white but now it was covered in yellow stains that have been all over her body. Patty:Now let's eat and so you won't run away I'm gonna tie you down and feed it to you. First grabs the pancakes and shoved them in Ian's mouth that used her hands to make sure he didn't spit it out after that she got her ass pancake and put close to Ian's nose so he could smell it than shoved it in his mouth. After his breakfast she got her sweatrag wiped her ass with it and put it in Ian's mouth, he sucked the sweat for a solid half hour. Ian thought it was over but he couldn't be any more wrong as Patty put tape over his mouth so he couldn't spit out the sweatrag then he was in horror to see his mom chug the entire glass of milk in seconds then... GGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGRR Patty: you know what that sound means don't you now this is gonna go differently instead of taking you to the bathroom with me I'm gonna see how long I can fart in your face until I need to shit ok. Patty got onto a chair and sat on Ian's face then it happened... BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFF. Patty: Oh my God that felt like fire was coming straight out of my asshole it must be hell for you I think I can rip one more out of me without ruining another pair of panties get ready. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAASSSSSPPPPPPPPLLORT. Patty: uh oh I think that was too much there goes another pair of panties this gonna take forever to clean unless. Patty looks at Ian with devious grin as she pulls off the tape and takes out the sweatrag. Patty:wow you did a good job with this it's almost clean that gives me an idea your gonna clean panties let's add that to your job you can be my own personal washing machine. Patty stuffs Ian's mouth were her soiled panties along with a pair of socks than she puts the tape back on. Then Patty's phone vibrates she is talking to someone and smiles with a little squeal. Patty: guess what your sister is coming over from college for the summer I forgot to tell you I invited her so I can share my slave with her we're picking up tomorrow can't you wait you me alone in a car together and it'll be for a while the airport is two hours away pus traffic so we're gonna bring some food on the way how do canned beans sound and remember I get cold so keep the windows closed and the heat up ooh I can't wait. Ian remembers his his sister her name is Jane she just like her mom but not quite as gassy she loves to workout with her but not as much as torturing her little brother with her stink.

Last time on total drama resort, Chris spent the day in Sugars ass one having to smell, what might be the worst farts ever. This time on total drama resort, Chris is going to spend the day with Sugar,s nemesis, goody two shoes, Disney princess wannabe, songbird... Ella. Ella is a special case, like some of the other girls on the show. She's too nice and sweet to wanna torture Chris, Even after everything, he put them through. So she won't know she's torturing him. As you might remember from our first episode of Total Drama Resort featuring Scarlett, she made a special ray for Chris. It can alter his form it can shrink him or, in this case, turn him into one of Ella's shoes. Ella: Oh my, my shoes are rather smelly, I hope Chris won't mind cleaning them. They do get rather stinky. She puts on her dress and starts dancing, crushing Chris with her foot, and filling it with sweat. Ella: My my, how time does fly, I can't believe I've been dancing for a full hour, my pour feet their so soar. She takes off her shoes and throws them out, in the hallway to air them out. Ella: Chris? Could you come in here please. After quickly turning back to human form, Chris feels like he got hit by a car, but now was told to go in Ella's room. Ella: Chris, I just finished doing my dance routine. My feet are quite soar. Could you give them a little massage just until I fall asleep, I hope they aren't too smelly. Ella puts her feet to Chris, although they were small and petite, they smelled horrid. But he still rubbed them, Ella started humming because she was relaxed, and then she fell asleep. But it didn't stop their, Chris was ordered to lick Ella as feet, while she slept. As he expected they tasted horrible. The licking made feel good, she liked it, and felt relaxed, and then... PPPPPFFFFFTTTTTPPPPPFFFFFTTTTTPPPPPFFFFFTTTTT PPPPPFFFFFTTTTTPPPPPFFFFFTTTTT She ripped a loud wet fart. As if she'd been holding it in forever, it was almost as bad as Sugar's. Of course, Chris was forced to smell it. Ella: that's right sniff it bitch. This was shocking. Could Ella have a secret sadistic side, we've never seen, while she was sleeping, she started muttering more. Ella: Know your place, it's in my ass, with you breathing my gas. PPPPPFFFFFTTTTTPPPPPFFFFFTTTTT The farts were getting more wet. We didn't expect this, looks like Chris is gonna have more work than we thought. Chris also remembered that he had disgusting worn out shoes he had to clean later. We'll see you next time. ON TOTAL DRAMA RESORT

JADE 8: JADE STINKS UP HER SCHOOL By: SellCon2762 Several months had passed since Jade’s cross-country event stink out. It was now the second half of the school year and the month of February. Jade had grown even bigger. After having her height stay stuck for a couple of months, she shot up three inches just over the Christmas holiday. Her best friend Christina was awestruck when Jade returned at a commanding seven feet and seven inches in height. She also had gained more pounds and was weighing at a cool 335 pounds. All that eating over the holidays had really amplified her growth and now it was harder for her to move around the apartment. It had already been modified a bit since her birthday and even then, Jade’s bulk was continuing to increase as her surroundings had shrunk. As an unfortunate side affect her farts were now even bigger and smellier. Christina’s nose had slowly trained itself to enjoy more of Jade’s flatulence as she had to endure more of what came out of the

(WARNING: this story contains fart fetish and a has a bit of sexual content) For some time now you have been a big fan of Olivia, a skunk girl who has become an athletic superstar at your university. During these last few weeks you have noticed that she has been very lonely since it seems that she stopped talking to her friends for some reason. that you don't know, it was then that you saw an opportunity to maybe have something with her. It was then that one day you thought of a plan that seemed romantic to you, so you got into her gym locker, this thanks to your small height. Your idea was that when she arrived and opened the locker, you would give her a letter to then declare your love and admiration for her, after waiting a few minutes it was then that you noticed that someone came in and fortunately it was her since whenever the gym class finished she liked to sing so you smiled getting ready for your plan but

Story is 100% fictional and characters are 21+ Story Contains: M/M, facesitting, facefarting, farts, noncon "Hey bitch, come here!" called the husky voice of my roommate, Cole. I rolled my eyes as I walked slowly towards the living room. Cole sat on the couch playing some FPS. Cole was an incredibly good looking man with dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and a muscular build. And most importantly, he was rich. His father was the CEO of a Fortune 100 company and his mother owned a renowned fashion brand. We had met in our senior year of college, when we shared a dorm together. Unlike Cole, I was strapped with debt and barely survived with the little money I had. One thing led to another and we ended up reconnecting a year after college. I had recently been evicted from my shitty apartment, when Cole offered to let me stay in his penthouse. In return for Cole paying for everything, I basically acted as his servant. I cleaned the house, cooked the food, and did whatever else Cole

| DNI if N*FW, K*nk, or F*tish this includes if your profile page is blank and a majority of your favorites includes such content you will be blocked. | | AUTHOR NOTES | back at it again with more Far-Rot. I know I’ve promised to do a lot of other projects and I’ll try and work on them for the new year, I’ve just had major burnout and gone through a lot of rewrites and reworks. | A pair of young villains stand at the entranceway to a weathered, long abandoned mining tunnel. It had been carved into the hillside ages before their time, and after it was reclaimed by nature, it had deteriorated. Ivy vines and moss cling to the beams of dark, splintering wood used to support the entrance, making it easy to miss since it blends perfectly into the rocky formation. “We’ve arrived.” Far-Ty announces as he and Kid Rot inspect the entrance, the ground beneath them changing from loose dirt to sand and sediment. “Finally,” Kid Rot complains. “I’m sick of wasting my power.” The black and green aura in his hand dims on command. He had been asked to forge a trail of decay through the woods to make an easy path for them, and he begrudgingly obliged. It’s been several months since Ty Archer had been turned evil against his will, insane and apprenticed under a gassy supervillain. Abby had managed to stop their plan to bombard the city with hydrogen sulfide, but unfortunately couldn’t get her brother back. Far-Ty vowed revenge on his former sister after feeling slighted and disgraced. He had eventually pulled Kid Rot into the mix, and proposed that they team up for a brand new scheme he and Fartor had thought of. Truthfully, Far-Ty viewed Kid Rot as an idiot, a neanderthal with a pin-trigger temper. But, if his powers weren’t something to behold, which is why he desired his assistance. That, and Far-Ty had recalled an unpleasant fact about the rotten villain, one he wanted to correct. When Kid Rot first saw the villainous version of Ty, he was surprised to see him gone rogue. He was suspicious when offered to team up, but it was an intriguing proposition. While Kid Rot preferred to remain a solo act, he couldn’t help but wonder why someone with an ego that rivaled his own would confess to needing his help. This routine would go on two or three times a month. Far-Ty would find Kid Rot no matter where he was lurking in Ringworm, and convince him to aid in a new plot. Kid Rot had every reason to reject the offer after the first instance, considering their plans were always thwarted thanks to the Grossologists. Against his better judgment and overall disinterest, he agreed every time. The rotten rebel did not enjoy being around Fartor, not in the slightest, but it wasn’t that bad as he mostly stuck around Far-Ty whenever they teamed up. It became apparent to Kid Rot that Far-Ty had an underlying motive for hiring him so often. He noticed that every time he mentioned Abby, he’d blow a fuse. Kid Rot knew that there was bad blood between the siblings, and it wasn’t just because Ty had turned his back on the Bureau of Grossology. Whatever grudge he bore against his sister, was a personal one. And if Kid Rot expressed his infatuation for her, Far-Ty’s attitude would drastically shift. Kid Rot immediately picked up on the flirting, since Far-Ty would do it right after Abby was brought up. The evil apprentice wasn’t being subtle at all, and at first Kid Rot thought it was hilariously pathetic because of how hard he was trying. The aggressive approach made it obvious that Far-Ty didn’t like Kid Rot having Abby’s name in his mouth, and sought to erase it by swaying his affections. During their first couple of schemes, it hadn’t worked. Eventually though, Kid Rot considered what it would be like to date the other villain. It would be awful, unbearable! Wouldn’t it? Why would he like someone so narcissistic and hellbent on revenge? Far-Ty was just like him in all the worst ways, and that…excited him. Kid Rot didn’t know how to describe it, but having someone his age who was just as foul and devious as him gave him a thrill. Sure, he thought all their fart based plans were pretty stupid, but he helped nonetheless. He began making excuses for why he was suddenly so willing to work for them, and that he wasn’t just doing it to spend more time with Far-Ty. Kid Rot had almost forgotten about Abby a couple of times, and a newfound fondness for Far-Ty took its place. It wasn’t like Kid Rot didn’t know what Far-Ty was doing either. How deplorable of him, to try and take Kid Rot’s attention away from Abby just because he thought he was better than her. Yet, vile as it was, and despite Kid Rot knowing better, he was impressed. He was attracted to his villainous deeds, and started to think that just maybe, Far-Ty really was better than Abby. They weren’t anything official, not right now at least, and Kid Rot wasn’t about to give Far-Ty the satisfaction of his little homewrecking operation being a resounding success like he had hoped. He didn’t want to spew out some sappy confession either, he didn’t have it in him. Though, he imagined what might happen should he finally reciprocate the constant flirting. Just because Kid Rot had feelings for Far-Ty didn’t mean that he fully trusted him though. In fact, Far-Ty was withholding information about his latest plan from him. “You’re welcome, by the way.” Kid Rot adds as he rubs a thumb to his tired wrist. “Welcome?” Far-Ty chuckles. “You’ve done the bare minimum, Rot.” The taller boy sneers. “What did you just say?” “No need to fret,” Far-Ty isn’t the least bit intimidated by him. “Your powers will be put to the test soon enough. Kid Rot backs off, but his frown stays. “You really took me out here for a run down piece of crap?” The other villain doesn’t answer, investigating the mine’s entrance and stopping in front of the gaping dark void that nobody’s walked down in decades. “It’s what’s inside that I want.” Far-Ty clarifies without looking back over at his teammate. Kid Rot’s about to walk up to the entrance himself, when he pauses. He silently studies the rickety support beams, contemplating if they’ll hold. “The whole thing looks unstable.” He comments. “If my rot just grazes the wood, it’ll fall apart.” Far-Ty glances over his shoulder with a smirk. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” “I’m not!” He snorts defensively. “I just don’t want it to collapse while we’re still in there, then I’d be stuck with you.” Far-Ty puts on a fake, dramatic pout. “And would that be so terrible?” “We’d run out of fresh air in two minutes.” He actually snickers at that. He isn’t sure if it’s because Kid Rot had actually told a funny joke, or if he’s been around him so long that the rotten boy’s dry sense of humor was starting to charm him. “Maybe you’d finally understand how fantastic the fartside can be, then.” “I’d rather not.” He answers flatly. The ravenette moves further inside, the remaining light from the cloudy gray afternoon disappearing down the narrow tunnel. “It opens up into a cavern, you’ll be fine. Kid Rot is still hesitant. He can’t rot rocks, and if there was a cave in, there wouldn’t be an easy way out. He supposes it’ll hold, as long as he avoids the support beams. He finally enters the abandoned tunnel, stepping around the covered minecart tracks embedded in the ground. Their footsteps echo in the dreary silence, darkness surrounding them at every angle. Kid Rot doesn’t mind, he could see just fine in the dark, but he isn’t sure if Far-Ty knows where he’s going. “So, how’d you find this place?” Kid Rot asks his partner as he tucks his hands into his jacket pockets. “Some research,” Far-Ty answers simply. “You’d be amazed what cross-referencing minerals and geology can do for you.” “You better not be trying to drill for gas pockets again.” “No, nothing like that.” In the darkness, his eyes narrow. “But, we need to work quickly. If Abby catches wind that we’re here, she’ll become an annoyance.” “She’s still on your case, huh?” Kid Rot finds it funny how he had inadvertently run into Abby once or twice whenever she tried to stop Far-Ty and Fartor. But, as frequently as he saw her, his interest had waned. “Same as usual.” Far-Ty remarks bitterly. After another minute of walking, a natural light reaches their eyes as they turn the corner. “You gonna tell me the plan now or what?” Kid Rot’s patience is at an all time low, and now that they’re only a few yards from the cavern, he’s inclined to know. “The plan,” Far-Ty starts as the duo reach the end of the tunnel, opening up into a wide cavern. The rocky walls are various shades of red and brown, all except for a few random patches of yellow dappling them. “Is this.” He walks up to the nearest chunk of yellow rock embedded in the wall and stops, pointing it out to Kid Rot. Confused, the pale blond follows him, but he only takes a few steps before the sour air hits his senses. “Ugh, it reeks in here!” He exclaims, the acrid smell assaulting him. He doesn’t mind terrible scents, after all he was always soaked in the stench of death, but he hadn’t noticed the cave’s odor until he had walked further inside. “Amazing, isn’t it?” Far-Ty admires wistfully. “Do you know what it is?” Kid Rot shakes his head, trying to adjust to the smell. “No clue.” “This is an abandoned sulfur mine,” He taps on a brimstone chunk with a gloved finger. “It was established many years ago, but apparently the fumes were so horrendous that it became a safety hazard. When they shut it down, the remaining stone had yet to be harvested.” He turns to Kid Rot, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Until now, that is. We’ll collect it ourselves, and once we combine it with an extreme heat source-” “It’ll stink up the city.” Kid Rot finishes for him. “Glad you’re catching on.” Kid Rot has a feeling the work will be tedious, but if they could actually make it to the “heating” stage of the plan, they just might get away with it. “That’s not a bad plan. So, where are the tools?” Far-Ty makes his way back over to the other boy. “That’s where you come in.” “Huh?” “There’s sediment and moss pressed in between the crevices. You’re going to rot those parts so that it loosens the sulfur from the stone.” Kid Rot had gone from being on board with the plan, to being infuriated by it. This is why Far-Ty had dragged him out here? “You just want me to move a bunch of rocks?!” Far-Ty arches a brow at him. “Of course, was I not clear?” Impulse taking over, Kid Rot grabs Far-Ty and pulls him dangerously close. His searing gaze pierces his, and holds himself back from doing anything rash. “If I didn’t think you were hot, I’d rot you.” The backhanded compliment flusters Far-Ty as he’s let go. He swiftly disguises his blush with an abstract grin to taunt Kid Rot. “I’d love to see you try.” “Forget it,” Kid Rot scoffs, taking several steps back. “Why don’t you do this yourself? Since you’re so much better, after all.” His form begins to darken, and slowly, his physical body disintegrates into a puddle of pure, thick rot that he could consciously control. As the puddle of ooze crawls back over towards the tunnel’s exit, the evil apprentice races ahead and stops in front of it, barring Kid Rot from leaving. Far-Ty actually looks worried, and he accidentally backs into a rusted minecart that had been sitting on the end of the tracks. “Wait-” Kid Rot rematerializes into his human form and looks at him expectantly. “I would be…grateful-” Far-Ty spits the last word through yellowed, grit teeth. “If you assisted me with this task.” Kid Rot’s coy smile returns, and he crosses his arms. “That’s more like it. Was that so hard?” “Excruciating.” “Good,” He hums. “I like seeing you squirm.” As much as Far-Ty enjoyed flirting with Kid Rot, he never really pictured him flirting back. And now that he is, he could hardly bear it. Not even fake confidence could stop him from blushing over Kid Rot finally reciprocating his advances. “-For you?” “What?” Far-Ty hadn’t heard his teammate. Kid Rot just rolls his eyes and repeats himself. “I said, what makes you think I’ll do all the hard lifting for you?” Compiling his senses, he straightens himself out. Far-Ty makes sure that his blush has completely vanished before approaching Kid Rot again. He slowly creeps up to him, and stops inches from his face. “As difficult as this is to admit, you possess a talent that I unfortunately lack.” He speaks in a quiet rasp, even though there’s not a soul around to hear either of them. He leans in closer, his chest brushing up against Kid Rot’s. “Your stinking decay will make it easier to retrieve the brimstone.” Far-Ty traces his index finger down the underside of Kid Rot’s jawline and stops at the tip of his chin. “Now, do me a favor and use that wonderful rot of yours.” Kid Rot’s shriveled heart pumps hard and fast, and there isn’t a thing he could do about it. At last he relents, eagerly convinced. Far-Ty had never flirted with him like that before, and the change in approach leaves him bashful. “I’ll-” He looks away from Far-Ty and swallows. “I’ll lend you a hand, then.” He inches towards the closest cavern wall. “How much of this stuff do you want?” Far-Ty gestures behind himself. “Enough to fill that minecart.” Kid Rot’s eyes widen. “What?” “I’ll help you push it out when we’re finished.” “You better be telling the truth.” He warns. “You have my word.” Far-Ty smiles and gives Kid Rot a light push with the palm of his hand. “Off you go, now.” The rotten rebel mutters something under his breath before observing the slab of sulfur mixed in with brown stone. It shouldn’t be that difficult, especially if he’s just rotting away moss and dirt fragments. Kid Rot ignites his hand with his deadly touch, and his fingers glide between the crevices. Wherever he drags his fingers, black sludge begins to leak out from in between the cracks, creating a bright contrast with the yellow mineral. Kid Rot staggers back when he hears a rumbling sound, and one by one, the loosest chunks of brimstone all clatter to the ground, revealing chalky, crystalline formations. “How’s that?” “Try being more…precise.” Far-Ty comments from behind. “Just so any loose stone doesn’t hit either of us. Wouldn’t want to end up with a concussion, now would we?” “Okay, fart for brains.” “Sounds like you’re still doubting the fartside.” Far-Ty coos slyly. “Maybe this will help you to finally see.” “Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Kid Rot repeats what he had done before, except he’s more careful with where he puts his fingers. And just like that, they create a steady rhythm. Kid Rot would loosen the brimstone from the walls with his rot, they’d both gather the chunks, and then haul them into the aged minecart. When the cart is about halfway full, they decide to push it so that the wheels wouldn’t be rusted to the tracks anymore. “You could always lend a hand, you know.” Far-Ty glares at Kid Rot from afar as he tries to push the wagonload down the rest of the track. He was agile, and one hell of a strategist, but rather scrawny in comparison to his sister who usually did most of the fighting back when they were a “team”. Kid Rot doesn’t seem to hear Far-Ty, preoccupied with digging at a dip in the ground. “Rot! Are you even listening?” “Heh, look what I found.” Kid Rot sits up from where he had been crouching, shaking the small prize clutched in his hand. His fingers are caked in dirt, but from the lazy grin on his face, he seems proud of his discovery. Far-Ty can’t tell what it is at first, not until Kid Rot comes closer with the artifact. When he recognizes the off white color of bone and the skull structure of a long deceased animal, he grimaces. “Put it back.” “Come on, it’s cool.” Kid Rot lifts up the skull for Far-Ty to get a better look at, showing off its near perfect row of sharp teeth. “You know, bones are a lot harder to rot even though they’re organic.” “Get rid of it.” The apprentice insists, unamused. “It’s a distraction.” “Fine.” He transfers the oddity into Far-Ty’s hand, leaving him more befuddled and annoyed than before. “It’s all yours.” Kid Rot grins just as wide and sharply as the skull. “I said, dispose of it.” “Just did,” The pale blond corrects his partner. “Consider it a gift from yours truly.” Far-Ty looks down at the skull then back up at Kid Rot. He’s not impressed. “And what possessed you to assume I’d have any interest in this…peculiarity?” Kid Rot chuckles half-heartedly and moves part of his bangs away from his sunken eyes. “It reminds me of you.” “How charming.” Far-Ty replies dryly. “It’s a skunk skull.” That catches the ravenette’s attention. He thought the skull was just a trite piece of junk Kid Rot had pawned off to him because he couldn’t be bothered to rebury it. Far-Ty still has half a mind to scold him for playing around in the dirt instead of doing what he was brought here for. But, now that he’s been told it’s a skunk- a creature notorious for defending itself by blasting a powerful, rancid spray from its rear- his demeanor switches to genuine gratitude. Kid Rot really had been thinking about him when he gave him this dirty old skull. “Thank you.” He murmurs under his breath. “What was that?” Far-Ty looks away from Kit’s line of sight. “Just help me push the cart.” “Alright, hold on.” Kid Rot finally turns his back to the cart and tries pushing against it, while Far-Ty looks over the tiny skull in his hands. It’s kind of cute, strange as it sounds. “Far?” Kid Rot calls him over. “You gonna help or what?” “Right.” He tenderly places the skunk skull inside a small divot in the cave wall, that way it wouldn’t accidentally get destroyed. Far-Ty really shouldn’t care about it at all, but he still went out of his way to make sure it wouldn’t be damaged. He reaches Kid Rot’s side, and helps push. The duo’s combined force is just enough to get the cart’s old, rusted wheels moving again. They nearly trip as the minecart finally gives from behind them, moving about an inch down the sandy covered track. Kid Rot dusts his hands on his jacket before looking back at Far-Ty. “That’d be a cute nickname, Skunk.” He teases. “Go and find another sulfur vein!” The other boy orders, embarrassed. Kid Rot does as told with a laugh, searching the cavern for any brimstone they haven’t collected yet. “Hey, Far?” Hearing his name, Far-Ty walks up to him. “Hm?” “How come you don’t just steal some sulfur instead?” “Oh, it wasn’t my idea.” He admits. “Fartor didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention, not when there’s Grossologists lurking around every corner.” Kid Rot doesn’t say anything for a moment. “It’s still weird hearing you talk like that, since you used to be a-” “That was the old Ty,” He interrupts him. “I’ve been entrusted to handle this part of the plan all on my own! Failure is non-negotiable.” “Right, so that’s why you wanted my help.” He says sarcastically. “I needed a tool, didn’t I?” Kid Rot shows no sign of anger or mocking after hearing that. Instead, he glances away awkwardly, frowning. “Why’s it so important that you impress Fartor anyway?” Puzzled, Far-Ty wonders what prompted Kid Rot to ask such a thing. Still, he provides an answer without hesitation. “And look like a shabby excuse of an apprentice? I think not. He expects me to be capable enough to gather all this sulfur for his plan.” Kid Rot contemplates if he should bring up that Far-Ty said “his” plan instead of “our” plan. Whenever Kid Rot got to see the dynamic between Far-Ty and Fartor, it wasn’t the apprentice and mastermind duo that Far-Ty had romanticized it to be. “Don’t you think you’re already capable enough on your own?” Far-Ty gives his partner a weird look. “I’m not sure what your- I just need to show that I’m the best and only teammate he’ll ever need. He’s like the older sibling I never had, you know.” He completely disregards Abby on that last statement. Kid Rot shrugs and puts his glowing hand on another batch of brimstone. “I think you should’ve graduated from “apprentice” by now if you’ve been a villain for this long.” “I wouldn’t…say so.” Far-Ty starts hesitantly. “If the plan goes sideways-” “You should have more faith in yourself.” “I do!” He snaps, growing annoyed with Kid Rot’s strange line of questioning. “Besides, what do you care?” “Sounds to me like you don’t think you’re good enough to be a full-fledged villain.” Kid Rot keeps his gaze set on the sulfur and steps back as rocky chunks begin to tumble onto the cavern floor. “At least, that’s what he wants you to think.” “I am a villain! Fartor knows I’m one too! Sure, I used to be a Grossologist, but I know what I am now!” His voice cracks- whether it’s from how defensive he’s being or just plain insanity, it was difficult to tell. “I understand my place, and it’s being treated as an equal by another supervillain!” Kid Rot just sighs and picks up one of the sulfur crystals. “If you say so.” It doesn’t take much longer for the minecart to be filled to the top with brimstone. They know the cart would be a pain to push back through the tunnel, but they’ll manage. Kid Rot and Far-Ty had made excellent work of the cavern, and it hadn’t taken that long either. When they’re finally done and the final brimstone chunk is placed into the cart, they step back, admiring their work. Far-Ty grins madly and fidgets in place, a strained noise climbing up his throat. Kid Rot stares at him. “Jeez, keep it in your pants.” The shorter villain immediately loses his smile and glares at him. “In case you aren’t aware, our plan is finally coming to fruition!” “You said “our” plan this time.” Kid Rot points out. “Yes, well I-” He sputters. “I suppose you deserve…some recognition.” “Don’t act like this is easy to admit, but,” Kid Rot hastily shoves his hands back into his jacket pockets. “You could’ve done it without me. Not to “toot” your own horn or anything, but you could’ve stolen a mega-tool or invented something to do all this on your own.” “You have a point, I guess.” “You really didn’t need me on most of your evil schemes.” “The additional help will just ensure that this plan goes off without a hitch!” Far-Ty concludes enthusiastically. He furrows his brow when he realizes that he had just tried to comfort Kid Rot. He’d never done that before, then again the rotten villain’s never said something humbling before. Or, maybe it wasn’t as humble as Far-Ty had thought. Kid Rot whips his head back towards him, grinning smugly. “Did the best of the best just admit he needed my help?” “I have no idea what you’re on about.” Far-Ty pushes Kid Rot away, mostly so that he doesn’t see the blush hidden beneath his grayed complexion. “Rot, I know gasses aren’t your motif, but-” “Eh,” Kid Rot leans against his companion. “I think I’m starting to warm up to the fartside. And you seem to have taken a liking to the rotten touch, too.” The two of them share a laugh before it awkwardly dies away. The ravenette breaks away from Kid Rot and looks over at the exit tunnel. “I should check and see if anyone’s discovered our position yet.” “You know, I used to wish Abby would never leave me alone like the way she does with you.” Kid Rot’s comment gets Far-Ty to stop. He tenses, concerned that he’s bringing her up. Is his obsession creeping back through again? “She gets along just fine without me.” “Ever try and convince her to come to your side?” He snaps his head up and immediately whirls around. “No. Why would I entertain something so stupid?” “She has her own skills too,” Kid Rot infers. “You might benefit from having her-” “Benefit?” He snarls. “And have her outshine me again now that she’s on the side of evil? I don’t know what sort of fantasies go on in your head where you think Abby will finally fall in love with the rotten prince, but that’s all they’ll ever be- fantasies.” “You’re a bad judge of character.” Kid Rot starts defensively. “I haven’t thought about Abby like that in months.” The shorter boy eases up. “You haven’t?” “You didn't hear me right,” For some reason, Kid Rot is smirking when he says that. “I said I used to think like that, but I know Abby wouldn’t actually give me the time of day. Not after she left me to drown in my own rot, that is.” “Then why don’t you focus on someone who would give you the time of day?” Far-Ty stalks closer to him, his confidence flaring. “Perhaps someone who’s been vying for your attention this whole time?” Kid Rot leans inward so that him and Far-Ty are practically touching. “You don’t say?” “How about it, then?” He purrs. “Would you like to join the fartside, and never come back?” Kid Rot flashes a fanged grin like he’s about to eagerly accept when something in his gaze changes. His smile fades, and he looks down, lost in thought. “What is it?” “It’s just…” Kid Rot pauses. “Am I not-” “It’s not you, it’s-” Far-Ty hardens his gaze. “Is it Abby?” “No!” Kid Rot huffs. “I just said it wasn’t.” “Then what is it?” He demands. “I don’t want to work under Fartor.” He finally answers, blunt and to the point. “Authority isn’t really my thing, I want to rot whatever I want, whenever I want.” Far-Ty just shrugs in confusion, not fully understanding what Kid Rot is getting at. “I’m sure he can find a permanent place for you on the team-” “I don’t want him to “place” me into anything, not like the same way he does with you.” Far-Ty narrows his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re smart enough to do things on your own, Far.” He replies, frustrated. “I don’t get why you rely on him so much.” “Rely on?” Far-Ty sounds offended. “We’re teammates, equals.” “Why does he call you an apprentice if you’re supposed to be teammates?” The rotten boy counters, and Far-Ty appears legitimately stumped for a second. “I just- have a lot to learn about being a villain, that’s all!” “You mean by completely copying the personality of another villain?” Kid Rot challenges, gesturing at Far-Ty. “Is this your way of being better?” “Would you rather I keep the personality of the old Ty?” He hisses. “Useless, pathetic-” “You structure everything you do around Fartor because you know it pleases him, it’s what he wants you to do. So, what do you want?” “What do I want?” He can’t stop himself from cracking a disbelieving smile, his eye twitching. “What do I want?! For starters, I want you to stop disrespecting my mentor.” “No,” Kid Rot denies in a firm, borderline immature fashion. “I don’t like the way your boss treats you.” Far-Ty groans. “He isn’t my boss!” “Could’ve fooled me!” “I’m starting to regret bringing you along.” “Starting to?!” The pale blond cackles. “You’re welcome to show yourself out.” Far-Ty crosses his arms defiantly. “You were right, I don’t need you for this plan, or the next phase for that matter. I can do it on my own.” “I don’t take orders from you either.” “You never had to!” Far-Ty counters. “I thought you wanted to- Nevermind.” “If you expect me to abandon my mentor and run away with you just like that, you’re sorely mistaken.” He continues. “I know where my loyalties lie.” “Yeah, I know.” Kid Rot rasps, disappointed. “You’re loyal to him, but what’s gonna happen when you’re not useful to him anymore?” Genuine fear casts over the other boy’s face as he thinks about it. He struggles to come up with an answer this time around, but shakes his head, denying the possibility. “That’ll never come to pass! And it’s not as if I’d be useful to you either.” “Maybe I just like having you around.” Kid Rot grunts. “You mean you want me all to yourself.” Far-Ty accuses him. “Says you.” “And how’s that, exactly?” “You’ve been using my powers for your evil plans this entire time.” Kid Rot begins as he trails back up to Far-Ty. “And, you’ve just been using me to get back at Abby.” Far-Ty can feel his face heat up again in embarrassment. How long has Kid Rot been aware of his true intentions? “You didn’t think I noticed?” A triumphant smirk parts his lips. “You think you could get a rise out of her by wrapping me around your pretty little finger?” Everything Kid Rot had just claimed was true, and Far-Ty couldn’t even try and deny it. He concedes, reluctantly accepting that his plan hadn’t gone the way he thought. “If you knew, then why did you bother staying?” “Because I was dumb enough to actually start liking you!” He blurts out without really thinking. “Which is why I’m trying to tell you that Fartor is bad news.” “At least he has the decency to praise me for my efforts.” Far-Ty argues, his point hollow. Kid Rot scoffs. “Tch-!” Before Far-Ty can react, he’s grabbed. His world becomes a blur of color for all of a second as his back is pinned to the cavern wall, Kid Rot boxing him in with his arms. “That’s how he gets to you,” The taller boy laughs quietly. “You think he praises you because he actually cares? That’s just how you keep a trained dog on its leash.” He leans forward and lowers his head towards the other villain’s ear, pushing him further against the wall in the process. Far-Ty braces himself and draws in a quick breath as fangs graze against his discolored skin. “You ever heard of the term, screwing the pooch?” Far-Ty’s complexion turns a heated pink and he wrenches his head away from Kid Rot. He tries to maintain his dignity by throwing an insult. “Vulgar mutt.” His voice quivers. He grabs Kid Rot by the collar of his jacket and threateningly tugs him closer. Kid Rot retaliates by snatching Far-Ty’s wrist and restraining him, daring him to make another move. “Slobbering, mangy mutt-” He throws more insults, though not without staring at Kid Rot’s mouth for a little too long. Far-Ty goes quiet, and his crimson eyes shakily look back up at him. With his free hand, he clutches a fistful of pale blond hair from the back and yanks Kid Rot forward, pressing his mouth against his. The tension in the air had hit its peak, and if this hadn’t been the outcome, then they would have just ended up fighting instead. The sudden act leaves Kid Rot temporarily stunned, he doesn’t fully register he’s being kissed until seconds after. He’s quick to realize what Far-Ty is doing, and instead of pushing away, he chooses to keep his lips on his. He can feel a satisfied hum leave Far-Ty and reverberate against his own mouth. Out of spite, Kid Rot cuts the kiss short by biting down on his bottom lip, his fangs piercing the sensitive skin. “Hey!” The ravenette whimpers, leering his head back from Kid Rot. There’s a thin smear of black saliva on his corner lip. “You like the taste of rot better than gas, huh purebred?” He pants, dazed and out of breath. Far-Ty wipes his mouth, staining his orange glove. “Your rot’s disgusting.” Grinning, he pulls Kid Rot back in for a second kiss. Kid Rot allows it to go on for longer this time, wanting to enjoy the moment. Even the sulfuric stench of the cavern couldn’t bother him, in fact he thinks it only enhances the kiss. Once Far-Ty is actually done with Kid Rot, he smiles, satisfied. “Was that supposed to convince me?” “You’re the one who kissed me,” Kid Rot reminds him teasingly, refusing to free his partner from being cornered against the cave wall. “You would’ve done it anyway.” Far-Ty muses. “I might’ve. But, just to be sure, did it convince you?” Far-Ty doesn’t answer right away. Being with Kid Rot was so liberating. There isn’t nearly the same pressure and expectations compared to working alongside the mentor he idolizes. Although he was relentlessly praised, deep down he still felt like he wasn’t doing good enough. “How about you help me find a heat source for all this sulfur, Mutt?” Far-Ty offers. “As long as I’m working with you and not for you, Skunk.” |

Deep within the shiny, exorbitant corridors of an impossibly large mall there existed a small perfume store and hidden in its back was a cramped office. The walls were white and decorated with various lovely landscape photos, a metal desk took up most of the rooms space and the sound of typing filled the air but despite the seemingly innocent appearance a terrible, cruel and almost daily scene was unfolding. All Jacqueline could see, mostly, was the bottom of a black high heel as it pushed the back of her head into the desk, it was rather painful and the young college girl certainly wore a very displeased expression...but unfortunately this was her job and it paid decently. Though it was barely decent enough, however it was just enough to convince Jacqueline to sit there on the ugly tan carpet with the several inches long heel jutting deep into her mouth. Just as her young, cheery boss had commanded, she kept her tongue twisting and wiggling against the heel all while Miss.Holly sat above, doing undoubtedly important things on her laptop. Jacqueline wasn't sure how long she'd been under the desk, it was certainly long enough to scrub away all the foulness that had been clinging to the high heel. The black haired employee wasn't sure which was worse about her job, the fact that she had to spend her days worshipping Miss.Hollys feet as well as all her employees or that Jacqueline had to wear the store uniform whlle doing it which consisted of black pants and a black polo with the stores name printed on it.  "Un Arôme Parfait"  The words were French nonsense but as far as Jacqueline was concerned the logo just showed whom she belonged to, like how ranchers brand their cattle.  ------ Link to character pics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17notvA7wgYwAx6L-9uJiMSzb5OXHZqgWJeAiUBHkUU8/edit?usp=drivesdk ------ The black high heel began to slowly pull out of Jacquelines mouth, which meant her head was no longer pinned to the metal desk she'd been seated under for the what felt like an eternity. But that was hardly a victory as Jacqueline couldn't resist letting out a few quiet groans as the several inches long heel rubbed around her mouth and loudly raked her teeth on its journey out all while the newish employee wore a terribly miserable, annoyed look. The long heels black leather rubbed against Jacquelines tongue and just as it was about to exit her mouth the heel stopped with its tip resting between her teeth.  "Alright, well this has been a very productive two hours so I think I deserve to have a little fun." Miss.Hollys voice came from above, happy and bursting with pride as she looked at a laptop screen filled with answered emails. The young blonde woman didn't bother looking down at her employee, she merely leaned back in her cushiony leather chair with a smile, looking like some smug queen despite her black business attire and lack of an actual throne. "And you know what that means, don't you Jacqueline?"  Answering with a groan, the disgruntled employee gently bit down on the heel. Hollys leg then pulled backwards and soon a foot popped from the confines of its shoe, revealing its lovely slender figure with long, flexible toes and a stench that certainly didn't match the foots overall pleasant appearance. Before the high heel had even fully dropped to the ground Jacquelines head was shoved back against the desks underside as Miss.Hollys foot firmly smacked into the employees face, rendering her unable to see much aside from her bosses pale sole which contrasted with the rest of her somewhat tanned body. That foot remained in position, firmly squashing Jacquelines face which made her unable to see the other incoming foot. The girl jerked and yelped loudly as Miss.Hollys other foot kicked hard into her guts with the long high heel certainly leaving a bruise beneath her black employee polo-shirt but despite the pain Jacqueline quickly, and carefully, grabbed the shoe which she pulled off and for that she was rewarded with the newly freed foot joining its twin on her face, completely covering it with Jacqueline only able to sit there meekly knowing the female dominating and humiliating her would face no resistance. After a few moments the feet began to move playfully, the upper parts continued pushing into Jacqueline face while the heels began to lift and then smack into her jaw. "Hmm, what to do…" Miss.Holly pondered with a greatly amused smile, her reclined head pointing at the ceiling as she lounged and listened to the faint groans coming from under her desk. "Since I'm you're boss, I basically own you, I can do whatever I want, isn't that right?" "Unfortunately." Jacqueline said with disgust and resentment, the feet then began slapping her cheeks. The first five were playful but as the sixth came, Jacquelines face was struck hard enough that her head turned to the side and just as she turned it back she erupted with a loud 'Achkkk' sound as Miss.Hollys slender left foot horizontally kicked into her throat, pushing hard enough that breathing became a challenge. Then the slapping continued, with only the right foot as Miss.Holly chuckled above. "Oh don't sound so mad and angry, you've got nothing to complain about!" Miss.Holly announced with her employee taking several more increasingly hard slaps until finally, after five more, Jacqueline let out an embarrassing whimper which only made Miss.Holly laugh again as she returned to her more playful, teasing foot slaps. "Like seriously, you get discounts on perfume, you get most weekends off, we've got healthcare. You get paid very nic- well, you get paid enough not to be homeless, at least. And all you have to do is…" "...Lick your feet." Jacqueline mumbled with obvious humiliation in her voice. "Exactly." Miss.Hollys voice was the opposite of her employees, filled with joyful satisfaction just as she finished speaking the slapping stopped and Miss.Hollys right foot hovered mere inches away from the girls face while the left kept squeezing her throat. "And speaking of which, be a good little wage-slave and get to work." Unsurprisingly Jacqueline thought several rude things but otherwise stayed silent as her months of 'training' began to take over. Her hands grabbed Miss.Hollys ankle and with an expression that said "I'd rather be anywhere else" she pulled the right foot towards herself. Knowing she was about to be overcome with disgust, Jacquelines eyes narrowed as she stuck out her tongue, it smacked into the center of her bosses sole and as Miss.Hollys toes curled a bit in pleasure Jacqueline started to lick side to side, pressing her tongue flat with a groan as it slid around effortlessly. Luckily, Miss.Hollys feet weren't sweaty this time, mostly because Jacqueline had already licked away most of the sweat at six in the morning after her bosses daily jog but still it took a great deal of effort not to constantly choke and gag from the taste alone, which was terribly bitter and somewhat sour like an old lemon covered in dust. "Very good, as always." Miss.Holly praised with a pleased, relaxed tone as her embarrassed subordinate kept licking side to side while slowly moving down towards the heel. "Typically, I'd let my foot licking employee become just a regular employee after a few months but I think this might have to be your permanent position. You don't mind, right?" Thanks to the foot partially crushing her throat, Jacqueline's voice croaked like a frog. "I definitely mind, that sounds terri-"  The foot she'd been licking shook off her hands and pushed its heel into her mouth, pressing savagely against her teeth until Jacqueline squirmed and nearly begged for mercy which she certainly wouldn't receive. The foot then began to twist and turn, sinking a bit deeper into Jacqueline's mouth while she simply sat there with a pained expression and with several muffled groans somehow slipping past the foot. "You don't want to be my full-time foot licker? That's a shame." Miss.Hollys voice was mocking and full of faked sadness, surprisingly both feet dropped away from Jacqueline and plopped onto the ugly beige carpet below her. "Well if you're unwilling to do the job then I suppose I'll just have to fire you, you can go now." "What?" Jacqueline blurted out with much more panic than she had hoped, unaware that up above Miss.Holly was barely able to keep from laughing, especially as she switched over to a much more serious, professional tone. "Yea, isn't it crazy? You get fired for not doing your job." Miss.Holly said as Jacqueline began to panic about all that boring adult stuff, stuff like taxes and bills, college loans and more taxes. "But don't worry, you'll find another job easily. Well, maybe not, the economy has been pretty shi-" "W-w-wait wait!" Jacqueline stammered, she grabbed her bosses ankles, lifted the two feet up side by side and proceeded to slam her face into the warm depths of Miss.Hollys relatively pale soles, soles which immediately began to push forward, once again pinning Jacquelines head against the desk. Without hesitation the employee began to lick incredibly fast, up and down her bosses slender soles at such a high speed that Miss.Holly could no longer maintain her serious facade and broke out into a series of giggles. Jacqueline, whom hated her boss and her job, unsurprisingly felt all her pride leaving her body but that didn't stop her from reluctantly and meekly humilating herself even more…she licked each foot several more times before speaking. "You don't need to fire me, I'll keep being your good little employee!" Miss.Holly didn't respond, which only made Jacqueline more nervous so she just kept licking, specifically the side of her bosses left heel, right where her pale sole skin met the much more tan color covering the rest of her slim body. The taste was just as terrible as any other part of the foot but fortunately Jacqueline only had to spend the next several seconds licking until both feet suddenly began to push forward with an unexpectedly sadistic amount of pressure, so much that almost immediately Jacqueline sucked her tongue back into her mouth only to find she couldn't stick it back leaving her trapped with her face being crushed so mercilessly that she expected her flattened nose to leave an imprint in the sole currently torturing it.  "Hmm…well…if you're that determined to be my underpaid, foot cleaning, shoe shining employee…" Miss.Holly said with her optimistic, joyous voice returning as she pushed her feet into her slave so hard the desk scooted across the carpet slightly. "...I suppose I won't fire you, you've been a pretty decent little foot sla- I mean employee, even with your always angry attitude." "Fank yu…" Jacqueline mumbled with shame, unable to even slightly move her jaw to speak but that changed as the feet suddenly moved back, Miss.Hollys chair also moved back just enough for hee employee to see the bright, degrading smile on her face. "And now, to thank me for not firing you and to add a bit of job security, I think it's time you show me just how grateful you are for your thirteen dollar an hour pay rate." The upbeat and clearly eager blonde said, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the front of her desk. "Go over there, and while you're walking you'd better find your inner foot lover." Jacqueline started to move, she scooted forward a bit and even mumbled a reluctant "Yes ma'am" to be extra pathetic but that apparently backfired as a foot kicked into her chest, knocking her back against the desks underside once again where her face then received several firm, teasing slaps from her bosses slender, warm sole. "Hurry up, stop wasting my money and move faster!" Miss.Holly ordered with one final slap, Jacqueline groaned quietly but otherwise obeyed, quickly crawling out from beneath the desk she'd been trapped under for hours, she then managed to reach the desks front side in under two seconds at which point she found Miss.Holly leaned back in her chair, her slightly tanned feet propped up leisurely upon the desk crossed at the ankle with the right foot on top. "Okay Miss…" Jacqueline said with no enthusiasm. "I guess…I'll start doing my job now." "Good idea." Miss.Holly replied happily, briefly wiggling her toes. "You can start by sucking all ten of these lovely toes." Jacqueline simply nodded and looked down, to her dismay her bosses foul feet were roughly in the center of the desk so with another defeated sigh she leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk to support her weight before finally lowering herself down a bit leaving her in a position that was essentially a degrading standing-up bow though despite her humiliating posture there were much worse things about her current predicament, mainly the two pleasant looking but foul smelling feet two inches from her face and it certainly didn't help that Miss.Holly was very intently watching her every move. Since Jacqueline (mostly) wanted to keep her job she quickly got to work, staring down at the desk as she opened her mouth wide. Without much hesitation the poor employee wrapped her lips around the big toe of her bosses right foot, immediately her downcast gaze was filled with disgust but Jacqueline managed to keep the long, foul toe in her mouth and even started to move her head up and down, sucking it hard with her tongue beginning to lick. "Ahhh yes…" Miss.Holly said with an obviously pleased tone. "Wonderful as always." Jacqueline certainly disagreed with that last part but as she continued slurping and licking and sucking away at Miss.Hollys big toe she was pleased to see that her boss decided to lean her head back and close her eyes, leaving Jacqueline 'alone' to work in peace though her current task was anything but peaceful. Her head was bobbing up and down at a foolish looking pace, already her neck was aching but that didn't even compare to the taste which was like licking dried old lemonade off a dusty parking lot, it was bitter, sour and just made her tastebuds have a generally horrific time as Jacqueline kept her tongue twisting and turning all around the toe. The smell was also beginning to affect her, she'd spent most of the day smelling them while they smashed her face but since she managed to inhale fresh air for several seconds only moments ago the stink seemed so much more vile than before. Just like the taste, Miss.Hollys feet pumped out a stench that was strong, sour and stale enough that Jacqueline's eyes nearly watered.  After bobbing her head up and down several dozen times Jacqueline accidentally slammed her head down a bit too hard, it sent her bosses toe deep into the depths of her mouth, jabbing the back of her throat hard enough that Jacqueline let out a sudden, loud gag that the perfume stores customers could probably hear through the wall. Miss.Holly didn't seem to mind as she merely chuckled briefly. "Wow, you must really be desperate to do a good job." The blonde teased, eyes still closed and her chair still reclined. "I'd order you to shove my toes down your throat but two of your favorite co-workers should be getting here soon and they love foot-fucking your throat so I'll let them do that, but for now, suck my other toes. Shove all four in and lick." Those two 'favorite coworkers' were Madeline and Chelsea, two high-school girls whom Jacqueline absolutely wasn't prepared to interact with but she couldn't think of such things now, she had toes to worship unfortunately and as such the miserable employee did just that. She quickly removed Miss.Hollys big toe from her mouth, leaving it glistening with saliva, and not a nanosecond later she was wrapping her mouth around the four other toes which were just barely wide enough to stretch out the corners of her lips. With her back starting to ache a bit from leaning/crouching awkwardly over the desk, Jacqueline started to lick at a quick speed in hopes her good performance would lead to her being put into a different position, instead it just immediately led to Jacqueline being even more disgusted than before as her tongue slid side to side along the bottoms of Miss.Hollys toes and just like with the rest of the young woman's foot the flavor was particularly stale, bitter and sour, enough that Jacqueline's tastebuds felt like they were starting to burn though that was the least of her worries. As she licked back and forth she had her tongue pressed hard against the pale undersides of the otherwise tan toes, every few seconds the girls tongue nearly slipped between those toes and with every time that happened Jacqueline caught the tiniest taste of the sweat that had been marinating within the tight little spaces which added an almost painful degree of saltiness to the already foul collection of flavors held by Miss.Hollys lovely, slender foot. To Jacquelines shame, it took a surprising amount of determination not to gag but fortunately she was stubborn enough to somehow keep mostly quiet though her boss soon broke the silence from her chair where she relaxed still with a smile and closed eyes.  "Oh Jacqueline, don't be shy. Lick between my toes, you've done it literally hundreds of times." Miss.Holly commanded with a comfy, relaxed disposition which was the complete opposite of how the slave felt. Still, Jacqueline only hesitated for a single second before plunging her tongue between Miss.Hollys two biggest toes. The taste immediately sent a cold chill of disgust shooting down her spine which only grew worse as Jacqueline began to move her tongue around, twisting and wiggling it within the tight space that was barely even sweaty but the taste was more than enough to make Jacqueline want to vomit despite having licked these terrible cramped areas countless times just as Miss.Holly had so cheerfully pointed out. Trying and failing to ignore that depressing fact, Jacqueline just kept licking and suffering and kept going as her boss suddenly snapped her fingers several times, bringing Jacquelines gaze up to the blonde who now had her eyes opened at last and unfortunately they were staring directly into Jacquelines. "Do you know what my favorite part of being a young, rich, beautiful, successful businesswoman is?" Miss.Holly asked with a friendly yet smug expression, talking down to her toe sucking employee as if Jacqueline were some lowly peasant.  Jacquelines toe sucking came to an abrupt end as they suddenly slipped from her mouth, before the girl could even inhale both feet shot upwards and both heels slammed downwards onto her head, hard enough that Jacqueline dropped down with most of her landing on the desk with her face slamming straight into its solid surface and that's where she remained, leaned over some desk with her bosses feet propped atop the back of her head. "Turn your head to the side." Miss.Holly ordered like a dominatrix enjoying herself, Jacqueline obviously obeyed and ended up looking at a wall for a nanosecond before Miss.Hollys left foot slipped off her head, giving Jacqueline a very detailed view of its inner side. "You know what to do." The half bent over employee certainly did, with a clearly bitter expression Jacqueline began to awkwardly lick the side of the tanned foot as best as she could as Miss.Holly continued to speak with her upbeat, degrading voice. "But yes, anyways, what I love the most about being a multi-millionaire with dozens of perfume stores is how I get to treat you gross little poor people. Now, I don't think all my employees are nasty poor people but you clearly." Miss.Holly mocked as Jacqueline could do nothing but lick one foot while the other used her head as a footrest, the blonde then let out a quick chuckle. "Like seriously, how pathetic and desperate do you have to be to lick feet all day, every day, with twelve hour shifts for so little money you probably can't even afford gas for your trashy car?" Jacqueline just kept licking, feeling even more worthless and humiliated than before, it also reminded her of the various problems her definitely trashy car needed that she definitely couldn't afford. The right foot atop her head lifted and then dropped hard, enough that Jacqueline's whole body jerked. "I wanted a answer." The power-tripping, smiling blonde demanded. "How are you this pathetic and desperate?" "I…don't know?" Jacqueline replied awkwardly and unsure as she kept licking the side of her bosses foot whose taste was nearly as unpleasant as the conversation. The foot licker then spoke with a stubborn tone. "But it's not like I want this job! I just can't find anything else…" "Well that just means I'm right, you literally are pathetic and desperate!"  "Maybe bu-" "Shut up, employee!" Miss.Holly laughed, once again hammering Jacquelines head with her right heel. "Stop talking, do your job and keep licking!" As much as Jacqueline wanted to immediately quit and angrily stomp out she didn't, she couldn't and Miss.Holly clearly knew that as she shifted her left foot slightly, giving her slave access to part of her sole which was quickly introduced to Jacquelines tongue. "Good girl, now you can stay down there and think about your terrible existence for the next twenty or so minutes until your two favorite co-workers arrive." The boss said, crossing her arms with a victorious grin as she closed her eyes once more. "Oh. And thank me for letting you have this job, and you'd better sound like you mean it." "Ugh…do I have-" Jacqueline received a third slam from her bosses right heel, so the lowly employee quickly changed her tone to a much more happy, grateful but obviously dishonest voice. "Okay! Um…th-thank you Miss.Holly." She paused, licked the foot several times and listened to another chuckle from her boss before continuing. "...For letting me have this…wonderful…job…" Jacqueline sounded defeated as she lied. "You're the best boss ever, Miss.Holly…" Twenty minutes later… Jacqueline was very grateful as she closed the door to Miss.Hollys office, she turned to face the rest of the break/storage room that existed behind the actual storefront was. The room was dim, dingy and had walls mostly covered with shelves and boxes holding various perfumes and random seasonal things. Feeling drowsy, weak and still able to taste her bosses feet, the overworked employee was ready to take her short break as she awaited her two younger co-workers. She dragged her feet across the cement floor towards a rectangular table at the rooms center, sitting at the head of this cheaply made table Jacqueline sighed, she looked to her left where a door leading to a maintenence hallway, she then looked to the right wall where another door lead to the small fancy perfume store before she just let her face drop to the table with a sigh, wondering which door Madeline and Chelsea would come running through today. "I hate this job so, so, so much…" She mumbled. Approximately six seconds passed. Jacquelines door question was then answered, the left slammed open, the two girls entered with the energy of a speeding, giggling tornado and Jacqueline couldn't even lift her head before her latest torture session had begun. Immediately she let out a surprised yelp as her chair was jerked backwards, with that yelp turning to a quick scream as the back of her head cracked hard against the ground. "Hey! What the fuck w-" Jacqueline nearly screamed again as she saw a black shoe, the kind all lower class working folk wear, coming down at her but that scream never happened as that shoe smashed into her throat, turning any noises into pathetic whimpers. Looking up with anger that was rapidly turning to nervous fear, she found that the foot belong to Madeline, the overly energetic ginger assistant manager with long, lovely orange hair, pasty white skin splattered with freckles and a very devious expression. Just like Jacqueline(and Chelsea) she wore the usual uniform of the perfume store, black pants and black polo bearing a white name-tag.  "Hey there Jackie, are you ready for another 'team building exercise'?" Madeline asked with glee. "I don't really have a choi-" Jacqueline's vision suddenly became filled with dirty rubber as Chelsea's shoe roughly slapped itself over her eyes, rendering the slave unable to see her which was unfortunate as Chelsea was rather lovely with her smooth black hair, bronze-ish tan Asian complexion and mischievous look that matched her red-headed friend.  "I wonder what kinda fun thing we should first…so many options but so little time." Chelsea asked with a eager sigh, Jacqueline flinched as her shoe shifted and instead of her eyes being covered it was now most of her face that was stuck under dirty shoe sole. Madeline leaned forward on her foot, suddenly crushing Jacqueline's throat significantly harder. "Yea, a half hour to mess with this idiot isn't enough for our daily two-versus-one torture sessions! So let's just start out with the fun stuff…the real fun stuff!" Madeline suggested. "Oh oh, yes, I know exactly what you mean." Chelsea grinned and with that Jacqueline's face was freed as the girl ran off to a random shelf to look through boxes but somehow things still got worse for the slave. Jacqueline's throat was flattened as Madeline lifted her right foot, leaving her balancing on her slaves throat whom only kicked her feet and gave the ginger a threatening glare which only made Madeline chuckle, a moment later Jacquelines stomach was stomped by the left foot and with that the right lifted from her throat only to land atop her face, specifically Madeline's shoe heel slammed into Jacquelines forehead where it dragged itself down a bit, slipping the shoe off to reveal a slender foot trapped in a lime green ankle sock. "Ahh, much better!" Madeline announced, Jacqueline managed to notice the bottom of that green sock was a noticeably darker color than the rest just before the foot playfully slapped down onto her face. She found the reason for the excessive moistness was it being soaked with warm sweat that the now giggling Madeline immediately began to smear all around Jacquelines clearly angry but reluctantly submissive face. "Yea, those shoes are real gross and nasty and they make my feet pretty gross and nasty too, it probably doesn't help that I wear them during gym. But that doesn't really matter, you're not going to run or anything." "Here they are!" Chelsea proclaimed, turning around and proudly displaying two fancy, small clear perfume bottles.  Jacqueline couldn't see much other than Madeline's sweaty green sock sole, her playful smiling face and the ceiling but soon she also saw Chelsea standing above. The socked foot then slipped downwards, slapping hard onto Jacquelines throat hard enough she let out a cough just as Chelsea sprayed each perfume bottles directly at her face. It got everywhere, in Jacquelines eyes, her hair, her nostrils and especially her mouth,  immediately she erupted with an even louder series of coughs that nearly knocked Madeline down but the ginger girl remained, laughing with her friend as Jacqueline writhed around on the ground like a dying bug. "Don't be like that, you know you love our special perfumes." Madeline chuckled, Jacquelines face was sprayed again and with it she tasted vile chemicals and an overwhelming saltiness that was beyond sickening. "And besides, our foot sweat doesn't taste THAT gross." "Plus there's all kinds of creeps that would pay for it and you get it for free." Chelsea added happily.  "How could anyone possibly enj-"  "Quiet foot licker!" Madeline said loudly and that was followed by giggles as well as her foot returning to Jacqueline's face, in a very violent way. "And speaking of foot licking…" Madeline jumped off her slave and with Jacqueline still 'sitting' on her fallen chair between the duo, she looked to Chelsea. "My dear." Madeline said with a joking tone. "Would you assist me in raising this retard up?" "Certainly." Chelsea replied, tossing the perfume onto the table. Several moments later… Jacqueline's chair clattered as it was set upright again with her still in it, her chest pressed uncomfortably against the tables side but that hardly bothered her, what bothered her was the fact that both her co-workers were climbing atop the table with Madeline on the left and Chelsea on the right. As they sat, Jacqueline noticed the girls had removed their shoes just as all four feet came at her, they struck simultaneously with Jacqueline's chair nearly toppling over again as her face was attacked by an army of socked soles. Madeline's lime green socks were joined by Chelsea's regular white ankle socks but despite their generic appearance they reeked terribly, as did Madeline's feet and all Jacqueline could do was sit there, listening to them laugh at her as they spread the nasty 'perfume' all across her face even more.  "Come on Jackie, you know what to do, you do it literally every day!" Madeline laughed as Jacqueline simply tried to keep from coughing and gagging on the stench cloud trapping her head.  "Yea seriously." Chelsea chimed in with sarcasm, giving the slave a firm slap with her moist sock sole. "Hurry up, I need my feet licked already." Jacqueline was visibly annoyed despite this being a daily occurrence. After several more seconds of sitting there with her face being massaged by unpleasant teenager socked soles the enslaved employee got to work, she tried to bite the tip of Madeline's left sock but missed, she tried for one of Chelsea's and missed as well, prompting the girls to laugh at her which just made her more 'eager' to succeed just to spite them. Jacqueline tried several more times, missing endlessly and making the laughter grow louder with each failure. The socked feet moved so quickly that they were a blur of green and white, smacking Jacqueline and abusing her without even a slight break. Madeline's left sole smeared down her cheek, Chelseas right toes briefly twisted into Jacquelines nose while Madelines feet kinda just slapped around, Jacqueline kept failing and her nostrils kept suffering, Chelseas left foot uppercutted Jacquelines jaw and forced her teeth shut with a clatter, Madelines sock pushed into Jacquelines forehead and leaked out warm sweat like a sponge before slowly smearing down sideways while the three other feet attacked all around it, as the descending foot finished soaking Jacqueline and slipped off her chin Chelsea left sole slapped into the slaves lips but this time Jacqueline succeeded, her teeth caught hold of the moist white sock and immediately Madelines heel hammered into her nose, jerking Jacquelines head back with a yelp as the sock slipped from her grasp.  "Oh whoops! My bad." Madeline snickered as the four foot assault continued. "I totally didn't do that on purpose." "Bad luck slave." Chelsea added. "Better keep trying though." "Yea, it's literally your job." Madeline snickered as Jacqueline snipped at her green sock and missed horribly thanks to Chelseas toes punching into her cheek.  The two girls made some more jokes and made some more giggles while Jacqueline kept trying in vain to teeth-pull their nasty socks off, by now her nose had sucked in so much sickening stink she began to feel a bit lightheaded, it certainly didn't help that she had perverted coworkers bashing her face endlessly with feet reeking more aggressively than the most potent of vinegars. Eventually the slow seconds turned to a minute or two, soon Jacquelines mostly sock filled vision saw Madeline look to her friend with a sarcastic sigh.  "You know, it's also her job to lick our feet." "That's very true." "Should we let her do her job then?"  "Ohhh…I guess so." Chelseas foot pushed into half of Jacquelines face while Madelines covered the rest. "It would be rude not to." "Yea and we don't want that!" Madeline decided definitely with a grin, Jacqueline soon heard the girl snapping several times like an impatient customer. "You, you down there, stupid foot girl, do your job!"  Hoping there'd be no more tricks, Jacqueline begrudgingly got to work and began dragging her head down the two different colored socks currently flattening her face until her smooshed lips where at the base of their heels. Not wanting to continue, Jacquelines mouth opened and she gently bit down on both socks, cringing as sweat seeped out but she was accustomed to such grossness so the miserable employee began pulling her head, and the socks, upwards. Slowly the two feet began to be exposed, they both had a similar long slender shape but as the moist socks were peeled away they revealed two very different sights. Chelseas heel was a lovely bronze-ish tan, like wet sand on a beach whereas Madeline's pasty ginger flesh looked whiter than Antarctica. Unfortunately, neither foot bore the temperature of Antarctica because as Jacqueline kept pulling those socks up the heat from all four steamy sweaty feet was overbearing and sticky enough that she nearly began sweating herself.  And finally, both socks slipped off to reveal two pairs of slender toes that wiggled a bit to allow cool air into their warm crevices with their overall innocent appearance hiding the fact they all reeked horribly, enough that Jacqueline nearly gagged but instead she bitterly spat the socks to the floor and just as she turned her head back the two other feet, soggy sweat socks included, both pressed into her face hard enough to make Jacqueline produce a grunt accompanied by laughter and as she began smearing her face downwards that gag managed to escape which only made the laughter louder, this was followed by a impatient groan from Madeline.  "You go too slow."  "Yea, friggin old lady." "Okay Jackie, we'll be nice, use your hands for the last two socks and then…hmm,what should we have our pet do?"  "I think my feet could use a good hard tongue scrubbing, maybe followed by a– Hey! Put your face back!" Chelsea shouted with a snicker, making her slave smash herself back into the mismatched wet socks, she then pinched the tips with her fingers. "And now it'll definitely be followed by a nice heel sucking." "Sounds amazing, for us at least." Madeline said eagerly while Jacqueline already wanted to vomit.  But the foot hating employee had a gross job to do, she gripped the socks a bit harder and tensed her completely smothered face as she pulled. Each sock slid right off, immediately Jacquelines face went from pressing into sweat oozing fabric to sweat producing skin that was far more sickening. Both feet remained in place for a moment before simultaneously starting to move terribly fast. Madelines sole smeared up, Chelseas grinded down but after that both feet kinda just went wild, pushing and shoving Jacquelines head all around with her skin growing increasingly wet and smelly from all the sweat she just sat there enduring, trying and mostly succeeding in not coughing. 'Luckily' this only lasted five or so seconds before both feet slammed down onto the table leaving Jacqueline staring at a row of four feet awaiting her, the left two being a pasty white with their neighbors being a lovely sandy tan.  "Alright, you know what to do." Chelsea said, very ready for the fun begin.  "Yep, you know exactly what to do!" Madeline chimed in, teasingly licking the air before she leaned back onto the table, laying down with a thud. Chelsea swiftly copied her.  Jacquelines face already bore a sour expression so as she reluctantly leaned down it only grew worse, so did the burning sensation in her nose. She really, really didn't want to lick these two giggling girls feet for what was probably the hundredth day in a row…but she also really didn't want to be stomped or kicked or tramped as punishment for disobeying, or keeping them waiting, so the poor college student swung her head down to the left-most foot, Madelines, and forced her tongue out. It smacked into the center of the gingers pale sole, despite months of daily lickings Jacqueline still felt a repulsed chill wash over her and Madeline still felt the need to giggle, probably just to make her contractually obligated coworker feel worse, it worked but unfortunately the taste of the girls foot was far worse than her degrading little snicker. Jacqueline moved her tongue around Madelines slender sole slowly, going side to side several times before slipping over to the next foot where she licked in a up/down motion with her face contorting with obvious disgust, as always Madelines foot had a bitter, vaguely cheesy taste with the sweat adding an extremely overbearing saltiness that was always very present despite how long or hard she licked.  "Ahhh yes, this feels as great as always!" Madeline sighed, giving her slaves nose a quick tap with wiggling toes. "I'm glad we decided to walk all the way here today. Hey sla- or, uh, hey respected coworker, can you taste all the walking I did?"  "Y-"  "I can't." Chelsea swiftly cut in. "But the smell coming off your feet is nasty enough for me, I don't see how our little pets hasn't melted." "You know what that means, Miss.Foot Licker?" Madeline asked as Jacqueline was reluctantly giving her steamy moist toes a tongue massage. "All your training, all these days and weeks and months of licking our feet has finally paid off. You've got superhuman nose that can ignore the n-"  "No…no my nose is normal." Jacqueline mumbled, her nose and tongue dragging down Madelines sole. "Unfortunately." "Awww yea, that is pretty unfortunate." Chelsea whined with feigned sympathy  "Very unfortunate." Madeline mumbled comfortably, as if at a spa, while the slaves tongue scrubbed her pale heel hard enough to wiggle the whole foot.  "So, if your nose still isn't used to all this nasty stank, what about your tongue?"  Coincidentally, Jacqueline happened to be licking back up on Madelines foot when her tongue scraped over a particularly salty, sour patch of sweat that made her groan and tense up, before groaning out.  "No, tongues normal too…" "Really?" Madeline asked with a comfortable grin before proceeding to spend several seconds lounging there atop the table to enjoy her slaves slowly licking tongue. "...You don't even have calluses or whatever from licking for, like, twenty hours a day?"  "Nope." "Ah, well, that's all very interesting and all." Chelsea chimed in, nudging Madelines foot with her own. "But we've only got like twenty minutes left before work actually starts and my feet are suspiciously unlicked." The pasty white foot Jacqueline had been licking smooshed forward hard into her face, pinning her tongue to her chin and flattening her nose with a pale sole. Madeline then happily spoke.  "Give my foot a few loving kisses, heel to toe, then be a good girl and go cover Chelseas feet with your spit next." The relaxed, grinning girl commanded with a snap and a point to her friends awaiting soles. As the two girls began to chatter amongst themselves Madelines foot dropped back down, allowing Jacqueline to briefly glare over at Chelseas slender feet which were already coated in enough sweat that there was no need to spread her saliva around. That sour expression remained on Jacquelines face as she turned back to Madelines foot, she got straight to the unpleasant kissing and pressed her lips hard into the gingers heel, her mouth dragged upwards then smooshed into the center of her sole and finally Jacqueline slid upwards again, her lips landing just below the toes which her nose was unfortunately buried in, forcing her to take a final musky-salt scented snort along with that last kiss which lasted several long seconds before months of training kicked in. Jacquelines tongue slipped out to give Madelines pasty sole a last little bit of pampering, once they started laughing at her the slave quickly slipped over to Chelseas lovely bronzeish colored foot where her tongue met with so much warm, putrid sweat that the slave was surprised her tongue didn't make a splash as it dived in. Instead, Jacqueline just (mostly) repressed a gag as she started lavishing the long, slender foot with licks that traveled swiftly from the girls heel all the way to her toes then back down that made Chelsea exhaled with a giddy smirk.  "Woooo…this is why I come to work!" She said as Jacqueline reluctantly scraped away a unpleasant amount of sweat. "I'd give up my whole paycheck just for this, it's so, so nice."  "It's nice and it's so freaking satisfying too, watchin some college girl lick her younger colleagues feet." Madeline briefly lifted her head with a nasty little grin with the slave groaning as she felt pasty toes poke her cheek momentarily. "Hey Jackie, you know you're a loser, right? We're, like, four years younger than you." The foot licker tried ignoring the giggling teens but it didn't work, it never did, though Jacqueline just kept licking, focusing on Chelsea heel which she currently smothered and lavished with her tongue. Chelsea kindly repaid her by continuing to mock her.  "Shouldn't you be doing something more important, like studying college stuff or whatever? Or getting wasted at frat parties?"  "OR getting HER toes sucked at a frat party? But nooo, she's too busy getting drunk on foot sweat instead, for minimum wage pay basically." Madeline snickered, her heel giving Jacquelines forehead a solid little kick that pushed her back enough her tongue stopped licking but quickly continued, going after Chelseas other foot. "Gaah-damn Jackie, if I were you, I would have killed myself by now!"  "Same, but, hey Jackie, guess what." Chelsea said deviously, prompting the slave to go from staring at the foot she licked to glaring up its owner. "At least you get to lick and love and play with some super cute feet every day." "Not including Susans." Madeline said, with vague respect and kindness.  "Yea, not Susans." Chelsea said, Jacquelines outstretched tongue received a tap from the foot it had been licking. "Before you have to go lick those crusty old lady feet, show us how much you appreciate me and Madeline allowing you to touch our adorable feetsies. You got four in front of you, show them all some love! Whip your head back and forth, go!"  Jacqueline didn't immediately obey so her laziness was rewarded by both of Chelseas feet shooting up and smacking into her face, they rubbed all around rather hard with the sweaty tanned soles dragging Jacquelines already aching facial features around like a smelly blender for the next five or so seconds before they pushed forward hard then dropped, dragging Jacquelines whole head down with them to the table just as both girls sat back up.  "Lick!" Chelsea shouted with glee.  "Now!" Madeline added, she pulled a tiny perfume bottle from her pocket.  Jacquelines face was still buried into Chelseas feet and the slave quickly forced herself deeper into the sweaty soles with her eyes semi-nervously peeking between the toes just as Madeline began repeatedly squirting the 'perfume' indiscriminately like a shotgun. As a fine mist of condensed sweat and harsh chemicals rained down onto Jacquelines hair and Chelseas feet the girl stifled several coughs before she inadvertently snorted in a bit forcing her to choke and forcing her two tormenters to laugh as Madeline kept the stinky sweat-spray spraying.  "Dang I didn't see you grab that." Chelsea said while Jacqueline was basically enduring chemical warfare, now gagging directly into the soles she used for cover. "I had it with me all day, this is a concealed carry state after all." Madeline stated deviously with a shrug as the spray ran out, she tossed it over her shoulder. "Have it just in case I wanted to spread some stanky stank onto some annoying dumbass."  "That's a nice idea actually. Oh, and speaking of annoying dumbasses…" Chelsea said, upon hearing that Jacqueline knew whom she meant and after a few more painful gags the slave got to licking the lovely Asian feet she'd been smooshing her face into, earning a smirk from Chelsea. "Good girl but I'm pretty sure I said to lick ALL four feet." "Yea, ALL FOUR FEET, retard. Get to it before I get another bottle of that nast-" Madeline and Chelsea erupted with laughter as Jacquelines tongue slipped across four soles at such a high speed she nearly fell off the chair, instead she just licked in the opposite direction and then continued traveling side to side at a unnecessarily high speed, her nose still literally burning from snorting the 'fragrant' sweat perfume.  "Wow, that must have been some bad stuff to make you lick that fast." Chelsea chuckled, waving her hand in front of her face. "It definitely was, I can kinda smell it." "Yea,yea, I've been holding onto that bottle for a couple months now, it's been marinating." "Clearly, and oh no, Jackie, watch out, it's all seeping down between my toes." "Well hopefully she's thirsty." Licking gross feet had certainly made Jacqueline thirsty, though definitely not for months old sweat and chemicals but that didn't matter and the two giggling teens clearly care about their quietly wheezing slaves desires, they ignored her as they once again started talking about stupid highschool stuff, boys and teachers and gossip and whatnot, leaving Jacqueline to do her literal job with a scowl. Or at least she would be scowling if her face wasn't contorted into a pained, disgusted expression as she zoomed her head back and forth at such a high speed she was basically a blur. Madelines pasty white feet had a terribly bitter, somewhat stale cheesy taste accompanied by a bit of musky salt while Chelseas lovely bronze soles just tasted of sweat, it was pungent and even though Jacquelines face had soaked up most of it the taste remained very strong and as Jacquelines tongue kept going side to side she couldn't tell which flavor she hated more, both were nasty, all four feet were beyond humiliating to lick but the foot slave knew that's exactly what she'd be doing for the next ten or so minutes…until she got to accompany Susan out for her smoke break… so Jacqueline kept going. Her head moved with such speed that her vision constantly flashed between a pale white color and a brownish goldenish tan, fast enough to induce a seizure though unfortunately Jacqueline that didn't happen and she was left to keep licking, and licking and licking.  Her tongue reached all sections of the two girls feet, countless times. Over and over again she'd start just below the toes, pushing her tongue flat only to hastily slide to the side, usually accompanied by her own gags and plenty of giggles from her perverted coworkers. Once her tongue smeared across four soles she'd move it down a bit then go again, then again and again until finally she went so low that she got a bit of relief due to her tongue rubbing into the table as it licked across the very bottoms of the girls heels.  Jacqueline felt sick in more than one way, largely from just jerking her body around like a rag doll but also from the horrible tastes, despite months of experiencing it daily for hours upon hours. The nasty stinks her nose sucked in had to be the worst of it all though, thanks to her body getting an entire exercise session from all the swift swaying she couldn't take in little breathes, the poor slave had to violently suck in air through her nose which itself was grinding into the four slender soles just as much as her tongue. The scents of old cheese, sweat, bitter moldy air and stale bread endlessly filled her lungs, with the strong stench of that 'perfume' still infecting the air all around Jacquelines suffering nostrils. Regardless of all that, she just kept grinding her tongue, nose and most of her face directly into the four feet, mostly failing to hide her disgust.  She licked and licked and was occasionally mocked by the two teenagers who were far too busy gossiping to pay the foot licker any attention, it went on for a few more minutes, until Jacqueline made a terrible mistake.  Her head movements got a bit sloppy and uncoordinated from the endless erratic movements. Her tongue glided over Madelines very wet right foot, then the left, over to Chelseas also overly saliva covered right foot and then to the final foot where it accidentally scrubbed against Chelseas long toes, her tongue raked the bottoms and squeezed into the crevices forcing a particularly loud gag from Jacqueline as she tasted the previously sprayed perfume, it tasted of old marinated sweat but mostly it was just like she'd swallowed a gallon of chemicals. It coated her tongue and assaulted her tastebuds so mercilessly Jacqueline didn't even think, she just pulled her head back, coughed and choked and would've started spitting out the nasty liquid if Chelseas foot didn't slam up into her lips with several toes slapping her tongue. Chelseas other foot smacked into her face with Jacqueline desperately trying to lean back to escape the onslaught of wiggly Asian girl toes but instead she let out a yelp as Madelines feet kicked into her foot-covered face as well with enough force Jacquelines chair began to teeter backwards.  "Ohhhh no." Madeline snickered, violently driving her heel into the slaves briefly exposed forehead which sealed her fate.  Jacqueline, once again, rode her chair all the way to the ground where the back of her head smashed into the solid concrete floor… just in time for her to see the office door, which had been behind her, open to reveal Miss.Holly strolling out, a pleasantly surprised smile coming to her face.  "Oh well this is convenient, you're already on the floor." She said, her high heels clacking loudly as she approached. "I have a little meeting to run off too, so my footwear needs some quick pampering and, wow, good job showing such foresight and initiative." Despite feeling like she just came out of a gas chamber, Jacqueline felt a tinge of pride with herself.  "Maybe I'll give you two a raise, throwing this loser on the ground like that, it's like you read my mind." Miss.Holly chuckled, killing Jacquelines pride and obviously amusing the two girls. It got even worse when the slave suddenly had the long heel of her bosses black shoe force it's way into her mouth, she quickly got to work shining it and was promptly ignored as she did "So boss, what kinda big fancy meeting do you have?" Madeline asked, slipping off the table directly onto Jacquelines stomach, where she then stood, forcing the slave to accidentally gag herself on the solid piece of plastic already poking at her throat. "Whoops." "Oh it's nothing important. Just a meet up with the malls owner for boring business stuff." Chelsea also slipped off the table, her feet smashing down right behind Madeline with Jacqueline being in enough pain her reflexes forced her head to jerk up, making her deep throat the heel for a moment before it was slipped from her mouth.  "G-get off…" She wheezed only for Miss.Hollys other heel to slide past her lips, where it was immediately serviced by her tongue just as all three females looked down at her.  "I don't remember telling you to speak, employee." Miss.Holly spoke with mocking authority and the two teens swiftly punished their coworker by simultaneously jumping.  Jacqueline was able to whimper before her guts were smashed by four feet, then it turned to a pained scream from her body jerking so hard her insides were practically stabbed by the black heel which she quickly began to continue licking, eyes closed to avoid making humiliating eye contact. The heel began to twist and turn and Miss.Holly then let out a relaxed sigh, which ended with her foot ceasing it's movement and with Jacquelines face now being crushed under the success young woman's high heel toe section.  "Okay you two, your fun is over, for now." Miss.Holly said, earning groans from the girls whom stepped off their abused coworker with the face crushing lasting another second or so before Miss.Holly slipped the heel out, used it to turn Jacquelines head towards the store-facing door, crushed her ear then spoke. "Madeline, Chelsea, please go inform Susan it's her turn to abuse our dear friend Jacqueline. And Jacqueline, well, do your job and maybe do it with a smile for once." Beneath her bosses foot, the Jacqueline unsurprisingly remained with a wide frown on her face as she heard the two girls both happily agreed to this order, picking up their various shoes and socks with their bare feet slapping the ground loudly as they ran about. Within seconds Madeline threw open the door and went through, followed by Chelsea and finally Miss.Holly walked towards it as well, leaving her poor employee with some teasing words.  "Enjoy Susans smoke break and watch out for that secondhand smoke, can't have my newest foot licker getting some lung cancer."  And with that, Miss.Holly was gone with the doorway immediately being filled by Susan. In her late forties, a divorcee and mother of two looked more like she should be on a wholesome cooking show in Wisconsin or maybe in a not so wholesome semi-bbw porn video. Dressed in the all black uniform of the perfume store while also wearing a rather tired but cheery expression that has somehow endured dealing with foolish customers for hours and upon seeing her younger co-worker laying on the ground her brown eyes lit up with delight.  "Oh goodie, you're already down there then, that'll make this a heck of a lot easier…" Susan said, she started to waddle over and as always Jacqueline wasn't ready to pull off her shoes however this time Susan didn't seem to want her help, that much at least. A dirty black work shoe smacked into her face, forcing it to look up allowing her to briefly see Susans amused smile before that same shoe stomped down sideways, immediately moving all around with Jacquelines scrunched-up face quickly receiving several grayish dirt streaks.  "Now don't you move, sweetheart, just stay right down there." Susan commanded rather nicely which only made it more embarrassing for Jacqueline as she just laid there, holding in her pained whimpers while having her face rearranged and smeared from the older woman's rapidly moving shoe. "I know you've had such a horrible, hard day so…" The heel grinded hard into Jacquelines nose, forcing her to squirm.  "I'll help ya out just a tad." She said, stomping her shoe heel onto one side of the nose then violently yanking her foot back, it jerked Jacquelines whole head but the shoe slipped off and as her face turned back up she nearly whined upon seeing the foot wore no sock. Susan then spoke, quite merrily. "See? Wasn't that easy, and quick too! Now just give my sole a nice little kiss then we'll move to the next." "O-okay…" Jacqueline groaned with narrow eyes, slightly annoyed as usual by Susans general upbeat, cheery demeanor.  She reluctantly raised her head and pushed her lips into the woman's sole. The only nice thing about Susan was that her feet didn't really sweat, but the dry crusty skin of the fifty year old was far from pleasant feeling so Jacquelines kiss lasted only a moment, only to restart as Susans very large, very thick, very meaty dropped down, smacking her head into the floor and burying the lower half of Jacquelines face, whom held then held breathe as Susan let out a quick little chuckle.  "Oh come on Jacqueline, that was such a sad kiss, you can do better than that!" Susan said encouragingly and as the slave shot her a glare she just gave her cheek a quick slap then hovered her foot so close Jacqueline could feel the vile dry air radiating off. "Now I want to see a proper smooch, filled with love a-"  Face growing a bit red from not breathing, Jacqueline gave in and thrusted her head up so savagely that Susan nearly lost her balance as the lips smacked, then squished inwards, into her meaty sole. Jacqueline twist and turned her head a bit, cringing as her mouth rubbed around but she endured, eager to not sniff any foul stenches as long as possible as Susans feet undoubtedly reeked the worst. That kiss lasted about five seconds before her head was pushed back to the ground. "Much better!"  The barefoot was replaced by the other foot and its shoe which also harassed Jacquelines face for a brief moment, only to heel slam into her nose just like the last one. Luckily that shoe slipped right off, though the large foot inside then stepped onto Jacquelines chest and squeezed a pained yelp from his as Susan used the slave as if she were apart of the floor for a single step before walking off towards the door leading to the maintenance hall that ran behind every store, cheerfully and kindly calling back over her shoulder.  "Hurry up girl, you can't just be lazy on the ground all day! I've got a smoke break to catch, and you, you've got some ashes to catch!"  To which Jacqueline responded with a groan, before remaining on the floor, specifically to crawl after Susan and her wide feet that hammered into the dirty concrete floor with every step.  A minute or two later, near the end of that dimly lit, filthy hallway…  (there's a part 4,go read it(now))

(character pics https://docs.google.com/document/d/17notvA7wgYwAx6L-9uJiMSzb5OXHZqgWJeAiUBHkUU8/edit?usp=drivesdk ) A minute or two later, near the end of that dimly lit, filthy hallway…  "So that's what its gotta be, I don't see any other options, oh it's so exciting!"  Susan exclaimed, rambling about her kids as per usual while Jacqueline struggled to keep up with the fast walking woman. "Because why else would my dear little Jennifer come home from college, then 'spend all her time at the old highschool', no way, she has to be meeting up with a boy! Oh, I hope so, she's always been so sa-"  Susan glanced back.  "Hey, hey! You're not even listening, how rude!" She scolded like a disappointed mother, but her demeanor quickly returned to its joyous self as she kicked a foot backwards.  Jacqueline, whom had kinda spaced out while miserably watching Susans nearly half century old dry feet acquire a thin layer of gray dust, had no time to dodge so her face received a poorly executed but still quite painful kick. The slave yelped upon impact, earning a little chuckle from Susan.  "I swear, kids these days." She sighed. "They just don't listen." "Uh…sorry?" The twentyish year old replied, her face even more sore than before.  "Ah, you're not sorry, but don't worry, we'll fix that here soon." Susan said with a bit of deviance in her voice as they reached the door, which she threw open to reveal an expansive parking lot scorched by an unyieldingly sun. "Now go, shoo, go get in position." The parking lot was practically a sea of parked cars, with scattered people walking around but Jacqueline didn't care if they saw her, she did this exact thing literally every day and had grown numb to such humiliation. She quickly crawled out the door and onto the black pavement, wincing as her hands were burned by the hot surface which only encouraged her to hasilty scurry across the ground, along the malls white wall towards her destination; an 'alleyway' of sorts. There was several dumpsters, all within a large concrete block enclosure placed so close to the malls wall that barely two people, or one and a half Susans, could fit. Jacqueline crawled inside, fortunately the ground here wasn't as painfully hot but the close proximity to half a dozen trash-filled dumpsters filled the space with so much foul odor it hardly mattered.  Once she was several meters in and came to a halt Jacqueline felt a wide foot kick her butt, slumping her forward down to the ground where she bitterly laid on her back, not a nanosecond later she wheezed as Susans left foot stomped onto her leg. With this being a part of her daily routine, Jacqueline knew to tense up her body and prepare to be crushed, doing this day after day after day had certainly made her body accustomed to supporting heavy weight but unfortunately that didn't take away the pain of it.  "Are you good and comfy down there, sweetie?" Susan asked as her other foot stepped upon her slaves other leg.  "No, obviously, I'm nev-" Jacquelines complaint changed to a guttural, pained groan as Susans right foot smooshed down into her guts, a yelp came next as the left foot stomped her boobs flat. It took all of Jacquelines determination to keep her hands on the ground and not trying to throw the woman off, Susan weighed enough that her stomach was pushed down into a deep crater.  "No? Awww, poor girl…what's wrong?" Susan asked with care as if she weren't the problem, as Jacqueline writhed around a bit the older woman leaned against the wall with a relaxed sigh.  "What's wrong? Everything's wrong." Jacqueline groaned. "I can barely breathe, I can smell your feet over the dumpster stink and it's so damn hot I thi-"  "Well damn Jackie, I can't control the weather!" Susan snickered with a friendly smirk. The left foot crushing her boobs jerked over, the thick toes slapped hard onto Jacquelines chin, making her brace for impact and immediately after Susans whole foot slid upwards. The dry, crusty and slightly dirt stained sole scraped over the slaves face, smearing some gray filth on it before coming to a halt with the entire top of Jacquelines head very firmly buried under the woman's sole with there being enough pressure provided that Jacqueline could very clearly feel the slightly uneven asphalt below digging into her skull. As her nose, which was upturned like a pigs, sucked in a tiny bit of air straight from the wide, meaty sole Jacqueline couldn't resist choking loudly from a stink worse than the nearby rotting garbage, prompting Susan to shake her head with her friendly, teasing brown eyes looking down at the girl very clearly suffering beneath her terrible feet.  "Aww, what's wrong now? Can't ya handle a real woman after playing around with those little girls?"  "I can handle it!" Jacqueline somewhat yelled, cringing as her lips rubber into the dry, dirty sole. "Your feet are just so nasty, like, damn, take a bath." "A bath? Oh, you poor girl…all the foot stink must be rotting your brain. You forgot, you're the one supposed to give my feet a bath. You even get paid." "I…" Jacqueline stammered, she bore an angry expression that was still smooshed by a wide sole as she realized Susan was right. "W-well, still, you should take more showers at least." "And you should really stop with all that whining, sweetie." Susan gave a toothy, friendly and vaguely threatening smile. Jacqueline tried to respond but the instant her lips began to move Susans foot pushed down so hard, so suddenly, that the girls body jerked and her mouth was sealed shut by the thick, meaty sole with the slave only able to suffer in response, practically dying from the stink. "Now be quiet for a bit, momma needs some peace and quiet. Especially after dealing with the endless stream of annoying little teens that always come prancing through the store." As commanded, Jacqueline was silent thanks to the soft, squishy and slightly reddish sole pushing down so hard it basically molded around her very clearly disgusted face. The only things she could really do was act as a part of the ground, having her guts crushed by Susans right foot and continuing to take tiny little, horrific, sniffs of the dry sole her nostrils were currently pressed directly into. Her frequent muffled wheezes were the only sound she made as she laid there, suffering under and humiliated by the fifty year old woman whom pulled out a cigarette. Susan, with the precision of a lifelong smoker and with a neon green lighter, lit the cancer stick, took a deep inhale and then exhaled with relief, paused for a several seconds and then repeated the process. Down below, Jacqueline couldn't see anything aside from a bit of tired red-ish sole that was barely illuminated by what little light managed to reach the slaves eyes under the large foot-shaped blanket currently burying her face with crusty old skin, a dusting of stale smelling dirt and enough foul stink to kill a pig. It took all of Jacquelines determination to not gag endlessly, she probably couldn't considering how hard her skull was being pulverized into the asphalt but those raspy wheezes kept coming instead. The slave heard Susan exhale more smoke again, another few seconds passed, she sniffed some more nasty fifty year old foot fumes, Susan took another drag of the cigarette, Jacqueline took another sniff then the foot suddenly tilted to the side, exposing her face which immediately had ashes dropped onto it, the clump hit her nose and splattered like a cluster-bomb. Before she even be annoyed the foot slapped back down, it began to grind around so fast and so harshly it forced a pained whine from Jacqueline as her head was bounced all around while her face was twisted and contorted mercilessly with more whines flowing from the girl.  "Ohhhh you poor, poor thing. Can't handle a little face grinding?" Susan chuckled, the foot began to twist side to side, slowly, as if trying to erase Jacquelines face from existence. "Honestly, you young people these days, I swear you just complain, do your stupid little tik-toking and be disappointments to your parents." Jacqueline would've sarcastically rolled her eyes at that very old-person statement but Susans foot basically did it for her. As the upbeat woman continued to smoke, things grew increasingly more unpleasant for the girl whom was forced to support all of her weigh. Between Jacquelines mostly pained and annoyed face and Susans mighty, crusty sole was all the ash as well as bits of the grayish dirt that had been rubbed off Susans foul foot, these two gross substances were very quickly smeared, painted and spread to every part of of Jacquelines face. Her cheeks, lips, forehead, around her eyes, the poor girl even accidentally snorted in a bit of the filth which sent her into a coughing fit that made Susan chuckle.  "Jeez girl, sounds like you're trying to beat box or something down there." She mocked as Jacquelines completely muffled coughs slammed into the endlessly grinding soles warm skin. "Sorry dear but you're not doing very well at it. No, I think you should probably just stick with your day job. Actually…I'd say it's about time you did your job, but first let's add a bit more seasoning to your snack." Jacqueline felt dread and then more pain as Susans foot slipped downwards, exposing the slaves eyes while her lips were pushed down by five thick, bunched-together toes. Without even looking, Susan flicked her cigarette and sent another clump of ash plummeting down onto her toes where it broke up into a fine, nasty powder, a powder that poured down between the woman's dry crusty toes as they briefly spread open. A second passed, Jacqueline laid there simply breathing as little as possible, Susan took another cigarette puff, another second passed then suddenly Jacqueline grunted in pain as the ball of Susans foot began to drag downwards against her chin, within seconds the girls jaw was pulled down and her lips opened just a bit, enough that Jacqueline cringed as her teeth were poked by the bottoms of Susans ash and gray dusty dirt covered toes.  "Oh come now, you lazy Lucy, do I have to use my foot to smack some common sense into that brain?" Susan asked with a friendly enough tone, she flicked her cigarette again. Jacqueline was barely able to close her left eye as the ash came down, the clump landed atop her eyelid leaving her looking incredibly foolish with only one eye open and an old woman's nasty toes smooshing her mouth. The slave lifted her hands to wipe her eye off but froze as Susans still friendly, but much more firm, voice rang out. "No no young lady, before you clean your eye you'll have to clean my toes." Jacqueline, mouth crushed and slightly open with her teeth basically kissing those nasty dirty toes grumbled out something that sounded like her reluctantly succumbing to her much older coworkers demands. She began to lower her hands but Susan quickly stopped her.  "Nope, you lifted your hands up so you can put them to good use. My feet are tired and sore." Susan said, adoring the disgusted, spiteful gaze that Jacquelines single opened eye was giving. "Be a good girl, massage my right foot and lick the oth-"  "Ugh omkay phine!" Jacqueline grumbled.  With a joyful, victorious little grin Susan returned to smoking and enjoying her work break while her bitter coworker finally did her job. Jacqueline could hardly resist gagging every single time she took the tiniest sniff of the toes directly below her nose so she was unsurprisingly very very opposed to licking them, so first she slapped her hands down onto Susans right foot. The one crushing down into her guts so hard her stomach had a creator, all ten fingers began to poke, rub and massage the unpleasantly warm, reddish white skin atop the foot all while the sole continued causing Jacquelines insides an immense amount of pain. Then, just to get it over with, the slave opened her mouth and Susan let out a pleased sigh as Jacquelines tongue punched up into the bottom of her crusty, dry toes.  "Ah, finally! You're doing your job, you'd better do it good." Susan chuckled as Jacqueline immediately filled the narrow alleyway with loud gags, choking sounds and revolted whimpers before she'd even started moving her tongue. Susan looked down at her, smirking with delight, prompting Jacqueline to close her remaining eye out of bitter embarrassment. "And you'd best lick them the right way, you know exactly how I like it done."  Unfortunately after months of daily service Jacqueline did, in fact, know what Susan wanted and she hated it. Despite the five toes pressing down overtop her mouth with an incredibly painful amount of weight, Jacqueline managed to move her head and kept it moving, side to side, slowly with the tip of her tongue sliding back and forth along the underside of Susans toes. The sounds the slave made were beyond pathetic, she somehow managed to hold the tears in but Jacquelines disgusted gagging sounds filled Susans ears like music as the girl continued rubbing her tongue around, keeping her head moving slowly side to side even though the hot asphalt below felt terribly painful, especially the tiny little pebbles that dug into her skull though all that didn't even come close to the sheer grossness Susans feet were providing to Jacqueline, all while the older woman relaxed and smoked with a wholesome smile. The cigarette was just dreadful, still slightly warm, every lick she made had Jacqueline feeling like she jumped into an old chimney, it was immensely bitter and the texture was horrible as even the smallest bit of moisture 'melted' the ash into a putrid paste.  Jacqueline only had to tilt her head side to side about a dozen times before Susans toes were almost completely gray, with the dirt still stubbornly clinging to her skin and providing yet another layer of putrid flavors; old rocks and harsh bitterness. As her tongue traveled back and forth it pushed up an individual toe just a bit, each large, thick toe almost felt like a mini workout just to lift and the reward(a quick taste) was absolutely not worth getting some muscles on her tongue, not that this workout regime had been working despite months of daily attempts. By the time a minute had passed, Jacquelines tongue already began to ache but she kept going, as did her fingers which continued groping and squeezing the top of Susans right foot.  "You know, having a angry little coworker to kick around and abuse has really made this job so much more worthwhile." Susan said as if making friendly conversation, casually tapping her cigarette with the closed-eyes foot licker flinching a bit as the ash shattered against her nose. "I'm fifty, for Pete's sake, I should be retired. Relaxing, taking it easy but working with you is just so much darn fun I'll postpone that." "...Wow…" Jacqueline wheezed, then coughed. "Thanks." "Oh sweetie, you're so very welcomed! I'm sure I'm your absolute favorite coworker." Susan grinned, Jacqueline felt nervous as the toes pushed down harder, enough to stop her head from moving. "Now show me how much you love working with me, stick that tongue up in between my toes and really give 'em a nice clea-"  "Acchkk!"  Jacqueline choked loudly as the increase in pressure saw her tongue accidentally slip between the woman's two smallest toes, where plenty of ash, dirt and even a tiny bit of sweat awaited with the space being so tight the fifty year olds toes felt as if they were hugging the poor girls tongue, she tried to pull it out and failed, she quickly followed that up by reluctantly licking as best she could, making her tongue wiggle and jiggle like a drunk worm all while Jacqueline produced more and more revolted 'achhk' sounds that only grew worse as a mixture of ash and her own saliva began leaking onto her face and down to the floor, leaving most of Jacquelines lower face an unpleasant grayish color like lead. She couldn't see Susan, with her eyes closed and one buried under ash, but the slave could absolutely feel her cheerful brown eyes bearing down on her, watching every detail and unfortunately Jacqueline was giving her a pretty good show. Again she tried pulling her tongue free, she tugged once and found the ash covered toes still squeezed tightly, she pulled again and somehow her tongue slipped out but since she was a good slave, Jacqueline quickly tried punching her tongue up into the next tight space but the thick, meaty toes repelled her like a nasty tasting gate.  "You'll have to try harder, come on girl, you know that!" Susan rolled her eyes sarcastically as Jacquelines tongue twist and turned like a screwdriver, making her gag as the tip began to dig its way in slowly. "I thought you were a professional, this is literally your job but your licking like some amateur —Oh! There you go, you finally made it in!"  As Susan spoke Jacqueline just let out sickened groans as her tongue slipped into the tight space, borrowing up into the crusty old skin and nasty ash like an abused worm that had accepted her fate.  That's it, keep cleaning and make sure you get all that crap outta there. You do that, and I'm gonna relax." Susan ordered, leaning her head back against the wall as Jacqueline reluctantly began to move her tongue all around, nearly shivering with disgust as globs of saliva mixed with ash slowly dropped down onto her already filthy face…  A minute or two later… "Hello down there." Susan greeted her endlessly suffering pet. "Open your eyes, well, open your eye." Keeping her tongue moving, Jacquelines only not ash covered eye opened and she was greeted with two things. Susans bright, smiling face looking down at her and the womans finished cigarette, decades of smoking made Susan competent enough to smoke most of it without flicking away the ash, leaving it almost at its original length.  "Sorry sweetie, half your face is already nasty and covered in gross looking stuff but I can't just throw this cigarette on the ground. That would be littering!" Susan had a wholesome chuckle then dropped her used-up cancer-stuck. "Hold this for me."  Jacqueline was pinned to the floor so it didn't matter when she flinched, it still came down and shattered against her nose and that was when everything just got so much worse for the miserable slave. Susans big thick left foot slid up, practically tearing off Jacquelines face as her dirty, dry sole scraped along. Then without warning that foot began to move and smear and kick all around, with Jacqueline being forced to scream as the overly large foot abused her head mercilessly. With every rapid, painful movement of the fifty year old foot more of Jacquelines face was stained by the ash all while her skull was once again bounced all around by a ball, the occasional stomps only aided in that and throughout it all the poor girl had to endure the hellish stink oozing from Susans foot.  "Hmm I really ought to do this more often. And, hey, maybe if you're lucky I'll accidentally rearrange your face." Susan joked while absolutely destroying her slaves face, occasionally letting out degrading little chuckles. "Let's start with some plastic surgery on that nose." The foot lifted and hovered above Jacquelines face just long enough for the slightly fearful girl to take another sniff before a crusty, calloused and quite dirty heel came smashing down directly onto her nose, upturning and crushing it so completely that Jacqueline was forced to stop massaging the other foot just to writhe in agony and to let out a shriek as it felt as if her nose were being shoved into her skull, which only encouraged Susan whom began twisting her foot around at a very slow, almost hostile manner all while her friendly smile remained. Jacqueline laid there, vibrating with pain, taking the abuse for several seconds but the womans skin felt like sandpaper, it felt as if her completely squashed nose were about to break. All she could do was squeeze the foot crushing her guts, not as a massage but it certainly felt pleasant for its owner.  "Heh heh I guess they were right. Smoking really does kill, huh? You think this is worse than second hand smoke? Probably." Susan joked. "Snorting in all that ash can't be good for ya. It's a shame our job has crap Healthcare, but you're young and healthy, you'll be fine."  Jacquelines next scream echoed throughout the parking lot as Susan leaned all of her weight into her heel with the slaves whole body spazzing out like she were having a seizure.  "Stop! STOP!" Jacqueline begged, nearly in tears. In her desperation she stuck her tongue out and began hasilty licking all over the calloused back of the fifty year olds heel which just made her laugh.  "Oh is something wrong?" Susan asked, giving her foot a sudden hard twist that made Jacqueline whimper like an injured animal. "I can't see if you're crying or not since my big ol' foot is covering so much, but you're welcome for the nice view." The foot ceased grinding around and became motionless, aside from its downward journey it was trying to take into Jacquelines skull with her nose as a very unwilling companion. The poor girls eyes were closed tight but she knew there was nothing to see other than the reddish sole of the wide foot trying to smash her skull into the asphalt. She just licked faster, sliding her tongue along the nasty calloused skin at an impressive speed only to shriek again as Susans right foot lifted from her stomach leaving the left to continue crushing her head.  "Now let's see…where should I stomp next?"  "P-please get off!"  "Hmm…maybe." Susan said slowly with devious intent in her otherwise overly friendly tone. "Maybe I will 'get off' but just for a moment…" That frightened Jacqueline and with good reason. The pressure on her face very briefly tripled as Susan jumped into the air with a single foot, the slightly large woman didn't go very high but it didn't matter. The slaves eyes bulged open as she saw two very wide, intimidating, dirty soles coming straight down at her.  Upon impact everything went black.  Jacqueline violently jerked back into consciousness, coughing and choking as a familiar, practically toxic liquid was poured onto her face. Her eyes shot open as she sucked in air, as well as some nasty footy-perfume, and what she saw was terrifying. She was back in the breakroom, laying on the floor with a very intense pain on her chest thanks to Miss.Holly and her black high heels standing on her, to Jacquelines left stood a grinning Chelsea, to the right was Madeline with her devious smirk and 'above' her head was Susan, looking happy as if she'd just won the state knitting competition.  "Sleeping on the job?" Miss.Holly asked, successfully hiding her own smile with a strict tone while crossing her arms. "That is highly inappropriate, highly unprofessional and certainly deserving of disciplinary action. What do you have to say for yourself?"  Jacqueline never stopped choking on the perfume and the toxic cloud it created but even still as she struggled to speak there was clear hatred in her voice.  "Just…just get it over with." "Hmmph, not even gonna beg or complain? That's a good employee. Now, tongue out." Miss.Holly instructed like a prideful slave owner, finally smiling as Jacquelines tongue slowly slithered out with the girls eyes twitching and burning as she tried to not choke more. "Okay ladies, you may begin, just like we planned." Jacquelines chest felt a horrid stabbing sensation as her boss leaned back, her high heels digging down mercilessly but her attention was quickly pulled to other things as Chelsea jumped. Her slender tanned feet smashed down sideways onto Jacquelines face, crushing everything from her forehead to her tongue which immediately tasted incredibly pungent sweat.  "Don't sleep at work, retard!" Chelsea announced as her feet began to grind side to side quickly, with his right sole smearing over her tongue several times while Jacqueline writhed horribly. The slave 'licked' the foot and had her face practically broken for about five seconds before Chelsea jumped back down but Jacquelines face wasn't safe yet.  "Yea how are you gonna lick our feet if you're asleep?" Madeline announced as she leapt atop her coworkers head, her right foot covering the eyes.  Jacqueline couldn't withstand the disgust any longer as the ginger girls pasty white left sole began smearing back and forth across her extended tongue and as such, the breakroom was filled with hoarse choking sounds which were only made worse by Madelines slender sole scooping up excess bits of perfume for Jacqueline to unwilling lick away. Luckily, Jacqueline only had to endure this for several seconds before the left foot gave her cheek a hard slap, then stomped back into her mouth equally hard. The slave then felt both feet beginning to very slowly slid sideways, to began to turn her head and stretch out her facial features in such a painful manner than Jacqueline could barely keep from screaming. Madeline just enjoyed the pain she caused, with an evil little smirk.  "My feet said 'See ya later Jackie!', they really love you." She teased as her feet kept slowly slipping off with Jacqueline soon being forced to whimper as the girls one foot tugged at the skin next to her eye, exposing the gross idk red stuff beneath the eyelid for a moment before her smelly feet slapped back to the floor, close enough for Jacquelines nose to detect their stink even through the nostril burning stink of the caustic foot perfume.  The coughing, gagging slave felt a cold chill of horror as she looked up at Susan.  "Please don't." "Aww." Susan said, tilting her head a bit. "What's wrong? Scared of some old lady feet?"  "Yes, the- "Hey boss." Susan calmly said with friendly sarcasm, looking to Miss.Holly while sliding her feet forward so Jacqueline felt dry, crusty, still ashy toes poking her hair. "Do I Have to jump on this poor little baby's face?"  "If you want to keep your job!" Miss.Holly retorted.  "And besides, there's literally no reason not to torture her." Madeline chimed in, with both her and Chelsea simultaneously each kicking a ear.  "See?" Chelsea chuckled. "It's pretty great." Susan shrugged then looked back down at Jacqueline, whom felt trapped and as if the four females were planning her execution.  "Welp, looks like I gotta do it. Oh well…" Susan tried to feign regret but her sunny, bright disposition could not be repressed as she too jumped into the air.  As her face, and the air around it, were completely covered by two massively wide soles Jacquelines scream was comically muted but her body was unrestrained. Her entire form shook and jerked in response to the agonizing pain, it unbalanced Miss.Holly enough that immediately after Jacqueline screeched again as her bosses high heel punched into her guts as the blonde regained her balance. It forced all the air from her lungs, flooding Susans dry dusty soles with pleasantly warm breeze that was quickly followed by a cold, sucking wind as Jacqueline began refilling her lungs with the stale, ashy and very bitter stink of Susans wide meaty soles all while they just stood atop her head. The only 'good' thing about the situation was that Jacquelines tongue was inside her mouth, not that it mattered since her mouth was still coated with the filth and sweat of the four females, and Susans large bodyweight was rapidly becoming far too much to handle. Especially as a dull ringing sound began to fill the girls crushed head, it felt as if she's soon crack the cement beneath her skull.  Susan then ignored the girl that was endlessly gagging, choking and jerking her body all around.  "Sorry ladies, I know we were going to keep these little jumpy things short but I'm old, I've got old bones that don't move very well. I might be a minute." "Ohhh that's fine, I'm sure she understands." Miss.Holly said, Jacquelines lungs were emptied again as her bosses other high heel stomped down onto her stomach next to its twin, both still shining from their previous bathes. "See? Look,she loves it down there!"  "Yea look at that perv." Chelsea laughed. "She's snorting your foot stink so hard she's turning green!"  "Well, Jackie, what is it? Do you love it? " Susan asked with a wide grin, looking down at her feet which completely hid the slaves entire head. "Or do you hate it?"  As Jacqueline continued gagging on old lady feet stink she soon twitched upon feeling Madelines big toe poke into her ear, wiggling a bit as the ginger laughed.  "You deaf or something? Do we gotta clean out your ears, you lil foot licker?" Madeline snickered, her toenail feeling terribly unpleasant as it scratched around. "Answer Susan already." "Yea Jacqueline, let's hear it." Miss.Holly spoke with amused authority, making the slave wheeze in agony as she leaned back onto her pointy heels. "Don't you just love being a beloved, very important part of this business?"  A silence filled the room, aside from Jacquelines very frequent pained wheezes as she laid there having her skull crushed by the same feet filling her flattened nose with horrific stinks. The abused employee didn't want to answer, she just wanted to go home and cry but that wasn't possible as her boss had demanded an answer. Maybe it was the unending agony, or just the general hatred Jacqueline felt for the four females torturing her but, without much thought, she jerked a arm upwards and held up a middle finger.  "Well." Miss.Holly shrugged, turning to the red haired girl with a business-like demeanor. "At least she's honest. Madeline, do that thing we discussed." Madelines wiggly toe disappeared from Jacquelines ear and someone slapped that middle finger back to the ground but it was Susan whom took the next action, by keeping her wide flat feet crushing the slaves face as she spoke without any concern for the girl beneath her.  "Awww you don't like being violently abused and kicked all about? Poor thing." She said, forcing Jacqueline to claw at the ground as she rocked her entire bodyweight back and forth. "I'll get off you in, oh, maybe three seconds. These old legs don't move like they used to." "Three…" Jacquelines legs kicked as Susans dry soles suddenly jerked to the left, dragging a lot of her face along.  "Two…" The feet side-shifted hard to the right, earning a muffled scream from Jacqueline as her nose was bent enough to touch her cheek. The sudden nose shift made her accidentally take a big snort of nasty, stale toxic stink.  "And three!" Susan chuckled as she leapt forward.  Jacquelines mouth opened wide to scream as her chest was pulverized by the older women's weight, fortunately Susan quickly stepped off the nearly broken ribcage leaving Miss.Holly standing alone atop her stomach but she's soon have company. Madeline did 'the thing' she'd been instructed to do which forced a preemptive terrified yelp from Jacqueline as she watch Madeline merrily leapt off the breakroom table. Only the left foot crashed down onto the slaves chest but it caused more than enough pain to turn Jacquelines following scream into a silent wail that was overshadowed by laughter and mockery from the four females. Immediately after, Madelines right foot hammered down, heel first directly into Jacquelines opened mouth.  "LICK!" Madeline commanded as tears began to once again flow from the slaves eyes whom instantly began to massage the pasty ginger heel with her tongue, her tastebuds burning from the warm sweat and remains of chemical flavored sweat-perfume.  "Did she do it?" Miss.Holly asked from directly behind her.  "Hells fuckin yea she did it!" Madeline snickered, twisting and turning her heel and loving as Jacqueline just groaned and licked.  "Great, great, I mean it's her job so of course, but excellent nonetheless." Miss.Holly said with satisfaction, adding to the torture by slowly lifting and lowering her high heels on the slaves stomach. "Chelsea, Susan, don't let Madeline have all the fun, join in." Both females eagerly joined in, Chelseas lovely tanned foot slapped down onto Jacquelines face and began smearing all around with the slave only able to catch glimpses of anything that wasn't a slender teenage foot painting her face with more sweat. However she did she Susan retaking her spot above her head, not a second later Jacqueline let out a muffled scream as Susans left heel stomped down onto her forehead before she joined Chelsea in simply grinding her sole all around with Susans giant, much older foot almost dwarfing Chelseas. By now, Jacquelines entire torso felt like it was about to collapse but she just kept worshipping the heel belonging to some devious snickering ginger girl, moving her tongue in an erratic pattern that jerked and changed every time she felt more pain which was very, very often. Susan and Chelseas feet mercilessly slid all around and, along with Madelines pasty sole, they ensured that Jacquelines nose had an unending supply of lung-rotting stink to inhale.  Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, things then got worse.  "Ya know, I don't want to be rude and be the only one getting my feet licked…" Madeline said with grace and kindness, which was immediately countered as she leaned forward. Jacqueline choked and whined loudly as the ginger girls weight all bore down onto her mouth, the heel nearly broke her teeth as Madeline awkwardly jumped/spun back to her original postion next to the slave, loudly announcing. "Foot worship for everyone!"  The heel pulled from her mouth and that foot joined the other two in absolutely rearranging Jacquelines face. The tortured employee didn't even need to be ordered, she simply stuck her tongue out and gagged as it too was swept up into the violent hurricane of soles assaulting her face.  "Ah good girl." Miss.Holly praised, taking tiny, little steps towards the slaves upper chest while Jacqueline just tried not to vomit.  The tastes were varied and they were all horrible. Sweat, old cheese, hot vinegar, gravel, stale basement air, mold, more sweat and countless other flavors all overloaded Jacquelines tastebuds while the slave just laid there suffering, with her crying eyes opened just enough to see the three feet currently using her face and tongue for their own pleasure. Susans wide sole was slightly red, Chelseas was a light tan and Madelines slender sole was whiter than snow and all three moved around so fast it was like a horrible rainbow of three colors with Jacqueline catching occasional glimpses of their grinning owners. Soon Miss.Holly also came into view as she came to a stop atop Jacquelines chest.  "This is certainly a pleasant sight." The young successful blonde said. "This is such a good team building activity." "Yea, as assistant manager I recommend we do this…oh…three times a day?" Madeline suggested, her sole scraping over the slaves tongue.  "Three times?" Miss.Holly asked as the taste of Susans toes made Jacqueline nearly vomit. "Three may be a bit much, I've got a business to run after all!"  "How about two?" Madeline said.  "Works for me." Miss.Holly chuckled, doing a little jump that nearly impaled Jacqueline on her heels.  "Works for me too!" Chelsea snickered, somehow managing to claim Jacquelines tongue for several seconds before Madeline then Susans soles took control.  "Agreed, I think I'll even start working overtime." Susan joked as the top of Jacquelines face continued being a wresting mat for the three endlessly moving feet.  Suddenly the slave jerked violently as the heel of Miss.Hollys left shoe stomped down, jabbing into Jacquelines chin like a spear which left a bruised mark.  "Huh, whoops, guess I'll just take these things off then." Miss.Holly shrugged with a grin, kicking off her left shoe which tumbled down the pile of feet and onto the floor, she slipped off the other in a similar manner and within seconds Jacquelines crushed, abused face had yet another foot grinding and smearing all around, fighting for control of her tongue all while filling the slaves nose with even more vile stink, with Jacquelines ears filled with taunting laughter and a very bleak message from her boss.  "Alright, my favorite employee, we can only do this for, hmmm, about ten more minutes. You've got work to do. Chelsea and Madeline are about to go on break again, their feet, their shoes and their socks will all need cleaned. After that Susan will probably need a nice massage, yes, with your tongue. And then I think I'd like to have a friendly little meeting back in my office. Of course, you'll be on the floor, I can't have some poor college peasant ruining my nice chairs after all…"

What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.

Elsewhere in the school, one Christina Lopez was making her way through a gas-filled corridor. With her nose buried deep in her shirt she made her way as she traced the smell toward its source. She just loved the idea of Jade stinking up the school. She had wanted her to do so for a while now, cancelling classes for a week if things went well. She had a feeling that Jade had it within her to cause some serious damage, now she wanted to witness it, praise her and worship her for the ability to produce such lofty amounts of gas. Jade’s farts now had an incredible hangtime of two hours PER FART! She was releasing aromas throughout the corridors of the hallway that would permanently taint the paint on the lockers she passed by and cover EVERYTHING within those lockers, classrooms and people. The smell of Jade’s gas would be evident in that building for days to come. Walking down the hallway of the school, Jade could see that she still hadn’t conquered the school with her farts and now

The pet woke up in his “bed”, a makeshift one made out of the dirty clothes of his Queen and her girlfriend. Ever since he gave away all of his money to The Queen, she had the immense generosity of letting him live in her dirty clothes bin, which mean every night he would sleep lulled by the nose piercing stench of her dirty socks and underwear, and be greeted with that same stench upon waking up. He left his sleeping spot, giving a kiss to his “girlfriend”, also known as The Queen’s oldest, grimiest and stinkiest sock. He had given up everything for this sock, so he had to make sure to kiss it every morning to convince himself that his money was not wasted. Of course, he couldn’t make love to it again, for he was put into chastity by now, and the Queen had yet to let him free, but each day he hoped that if he was a good enough pet she would show him some mercy. The first task he had to go through everyday was waking The Queen, so he went to her room to do so. As every morning, he