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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh!_GX, The_Simpsons, Danny_Phantom, Yu-Gi-Oh!_5D's,
      Digimon, Star_Wars:_The_Clone_Wars_(2008)_-_All_Media_Types, Lilo_&
      Stitch_(2002), SWAT_Kats:_The_Radical_Squadron
  Relationship:
      Camula/Ishizu_Ishtar, Bart_Simpson/Lisa_Simpson, Maddie_Fenton/Danny
      Fenton, Akiza_Izinski/Luna, OFC/Reader, Aayla_Secura_&_Ahsoka_Tano, Danny
      Fenton/Kitty
  Character:
      Camula_(Yu-Gi-Oh), Ishizu_Ishtar, Bart_Simpson, Lisa_Simpson, Marge
      Simpson, Danny_Fenton, Maddie_Fenton, Jazz_Fenton, Akiza_Izinski, Luna,
      Kári, OFC, Reader, Ahsoka_Tano, Yoda_(Star_Wars), Aayla_Secura, Kitty_
      (Danny_Phantom), Paulina_Sanchez, Nani_Pelekai, Lilo_Pelekai, Callie
      Briggs
  Additional Tags:
      Millennium_Rod, Millennium_Items, Mind_Slave, Master/Slave, Slavery,
      Sexual_Slavery, Sex_Slave, Mind_Control, Oral_Sex, Foot_licking, Foot
      Fetish, Femdom, Dom/sub, Shoe_Kink, Underage_-_Freeform, Blackmail,
      Incest, Sibling_Incest, Shoe_Sniffing, Shrinking, Giantess_-_Freeform,
      Mother/Son_Incest, Rape, Futanari, Lolita, enslavement, mind-break, Cock
      Worship, Large_Cock, Inflation, Large_Breasts, Bondage, Stripping,
      Penetration, blowjob, Anal, Sock_Fetish, Gore, Foot_Crush, butt_crush,
      Lolicon, third_person, Second_Person, The_Force, Forced_Foot_Worship,
      Vore, Licking, Possession, Sweaty_Feet, Foot_Smelling, Hispanic_Girl,
      ghost_-_Freeform, foot_job, Insect_Transformation, Death, squish, Crush,
      Sweat, Unaware, Unaware_Giantess, Original_Male_Character_-_Freeform,
      Feet, Teasing, toe_sucking
  Series:
      Part 5 of Erotica
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-14 Updated: 2018-01-30 Chapters: 13/? Words: 46270
****** Cartoon Hussies ******
by balthasar00, kellym01
Summary
     An anthology of Cartoon erotica and smut for none crossovers, I own
     nothing, I take requests.
***** Rules *****
Okay this is going to be similar my Anime Tarts fanfic except for cartoons, to
make things easier for me, this one will just be for chapters that are none
crossovers, I will post a second one for crossovers. Please note you may see
some repeat chapters if they are considered by me both crossovers and not -
e.g. Yu-Gi-Oh and Yu-Gi-Oh GX is a crossover because they are different shows
while also been not a corssover since are in the same canon universe.
This fic will be an anthology of mostly one shots, which will either be ideas
of my own or requests, I will also be posting the first chapters of possible
series to test the interest in me continuing the series, I will make a note if
it is a 'Series Tester' and I would appreciate reviews or anything to indicate
interest in seeing it continued in its own fanfic.
Please Note for Requests
I want you to give me every tiny detail that you can, the absolute minimum is
the category, the characters, the fetishes if any, what you want to happen and
the catalyst that causes it to happen e.g. alcohol. But please give me as much
information if you can, the barebones of the plot of the chapter would be a
great help to me.
Below is a list of the Cartoons I have seen in alphabetical order, if you don't
see one here just request it and if I haven't seen it I'll add it to my 'to
watch list'.
Also note I haven't seen the entirety of each show but if need be I will
revisit them to get a good grasp of the character before I write the idea/
request.
Adventure Time
Aladdin
American Dad
American Dragon: Jake Long
Angel Friends
Arthur
Atomic Betty
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Bakugan: Battle Brawlers
Bakugan: New Vestroia
Batman TAS
Batman Beyond
Batman The Brave and the Bold
Battle Force Five
Beast Wars: Transformers
Ben 10
Ben 10 Alien Force
Ben 10 Ultimate Alien
Ben 10 Omniverse
Beyblade
Brady's Beasts
Casper's Scare School
Codename: Kids Next Door
Cubix
Danny Phantom
Dexter's Laboratory
Digimon Adventure
Digimon Adventure 02
Digimon Tamers
Digimon Frontier
Dora the Explorer
Dragons: Race to the Edge
Dragons: Riders of Berk
Dungeons and Dragons
Ed, Edd n Eddy
Ever After High
Fairly Odd Parents
Family Guy
Fantastic Four 1994
Fish Hooks
Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
Futurama
Gargoyles
Generator Rex
George of the Jungle
Hercules
Hero 108
Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi
Hotel Transylvania
House of Mouse
Hulk and the Agents of S.M.A.S.H.
Huxley Pig
Inspector Gadget
Jackie Chan Adventures
Jimmy Nuetron
Johnny Bravo
Johnny Test
Justice League
Justice League Gods and Monsters
Justice League Unlimited
Kim Possible
Kungfu Panda
Legend of The Dragon
Lilo and Stitch The Series
Looney Tunes
Megaman
Mona The Vampire
Monsters VS Aliens
Mr Bean
My Gym Partner's A Monkey
Ocean Girl
Phineas and Ferb
Pocket Dragons
Pokemon
Recess
Robotboy
Rugrats
Sabrina's Secret Life
Scooby Doo and Scrappy Doo
Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated
Scooby Doo Where Are You?
Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue
Sonic Underground
Spiderman TAS
Spiderman Unlimited
Spongebob Squarepants
Static Shock
Stitch
Teen Titans
Teen Titans Go
Teen Wolf
The Batman
The Cramp Twins
The Emperor's New School
The Garfield Show
The Gingerbread Man 1992
The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy
The Land Before Time
The Legend of Tarzan
The Life and Times of Juniper Lee
The Lion King's Timon and Pumbaa
The Little Mermaid
The Looney Tunes Show
The New Batman Adventures
The Simpsons
The Ultimate Book of Spells
The Wild Thornberrys
The Woody the Woodpecker Show
The Zeta Project
Tom and Jerry
Totally Spies
Transformers Prime
Ultimate Spiderman
What's New Scooby Doo?
Winx Club W.I.T.C.H.
Wolverine and the X-Men
World of Winx
Xiaolin Chronicles
Xiaolin Showdown
X-Men Evolution
X-Men TAS
Young Justice
Yu-Gi-Oh!
Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds
***** Mistress Camula *****
Co-written with Darkness Rissing
Categories: Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Characters: Camula, Ishizu Ishtar
Warning Contains: Stripping, mind control, feet worship, vampires, femdom, sex
slave and oral
Series Tester
Night had long since descended, the sands of Egypt cooling, possessing an
almost eerie beauty, beneath the ancient sands an ancient temple still stood;
images of monsters and creatures of shadow decorating the stone walls and
pillars, lit torches illuminating the confines of the temple. Deep inside lay
an ancient stone filled with the desired mystical Millennium Items, the light
of the torches flickering on the golden treasures, off to the side a wooden
chair rested against a wall, concealed behind a wide pillar.
Upon the chair sat a young woman, her tired eyes closed as she listened to the
silence of her temple. The tired protector of the Millennium Items. Her
straight black hair trailing just below her shoulders, two locks wrapped in
gold rings coming from behind her ears and continuing to the front, stopping at
her neck, she possessed a slender build and tanned complexion. Her attire
consisted of a long ankle length dress partially bearing her shoulders,
featuring black patterns around the neckline and the rims of her sleeves. A
golden piece of headwear circled her head, an emerald resting where it met at
the front.
Ishizu's mind filled with images of her brothers, Marik and Odeon. Her heart
hollowed within her chest, growing heavy; a lump forming in her throat. She
missed them dearly but each now led their own lives on the surface, well Marik
did while Odeon continued to fulfil his promise and protect Marik and keep him
out of trouble. She missed the days her family guarded the tomb, even with her
father's temper. Now all she had was silence and her duty. A small smile graced
her lips as she reminded herself that her brothers would return in a months'
time to visit her and bring with them all the tales of the surface and just
what Marik had done…last time he had managed to set the oven on fire…Odeon
still has him banned from the kitchen without supervision.
A light tapping sound echoed. Her cyan eyes snapped open, lightly glistening
with tears as she stood up abruptly, her posture straight, hands balled into
fists at her side, her gaze narrowing into a glare. A second, almost roll like
tapping followed. She turned to the passage where the sound had originated,
silently she moved along the shadows cast by the torches, stepping into the
light she glared down the passage. Nothing. Not a single body nor shape in
site; not even a bulge in the small shadows, aside from two small stone in the
centre of the passage.
An all too familiar sharp sheen-like sound filled the air. Her heart lurched in
her chest; she turned forcefully on her heel, wincing as a bright golden light
shone through the dark, lifting her hand to shield her eyes as a sense of
intense dread filled her heart. She knew this light all too well; one of the
sacred treasures had been claimed.
She quickly stepped towards the light, her heart hammering in her chest as a
feminine figure filled her vision, her eyes soon focusing on the golden relic,
pointed towards her. She froze. Memories of her brother's dark side flashing
before her mind's eye as the head of the Millennium Rod began to glow, a golden
burst of energy fired from the head, striking her stomach, she lurched forward,
gasping for her breath as she flew back, slamming into the wall, gasping out in
pain as she dropped to the floor, gritting her teeth. She moved to stand, only
to stop as a shadow was cast over her.
Ishizu allowed her gaze to rise. Long, straight, green hair reached down to her
waist with one large curl, scarlet eyes glowing in the darkness of the temple,
her attire consisting of a long, dark red dress displaying her cleavage, with
long slits, revealing her slender pale legs, straps crossing her arms just
below her shoulders, attached to a cape and bat broaches below her vast
cleavage and above the slits, gold armbands and bracelets decorated both arms,
with heeled shoes with laces continuing up her shins. The sacred treasure
resting in her right hand, pointed towards the temple floor. Round her neck
rested a golden choker emblazed with the Wdjat eye.
Blood red lips smirked down at her as the demonic eyes narrowed, a dark chuckle
escaping her lips.
"Wh-Who are you?" Ishizu gasped out, pressing herself against the wall as the
Millennium Rod was raised, aiming directly at her.
She chuckled darkly again.
"My name is Camula, the last living vampire, owner of the Shadow Charm Choker
and now the Millennium Rod. And you are my new slave."
The eye upon the rod illuminated, its golden light blinding Ishizu.
"No…" The Egyptian woman cried as the light consumed her vision, she felt her
gasp on reality fade as her pupils dilate, her limbs going limp as fear, stress
and desperation left her body.
Camula's smirk grew, her pearlescent fangs glinting in the light of her item.
"Rise to your feet slave."
Ishizu said nothing, silently rising to her feet, her vacant eyes locking on
Camula.
The vampiress looked over her the hypnotised girl, extending her pale hand, she
lifted Ishizu's chin with a long, sharp red nail, admiring her flawless neck.
"Such exotic beauty." She allowed her hand to fall, lightly caressing her right
breast. "How can you hide such beauty beneath all these clothes, remove them,
let us see what you're hiding slave."
Ishizu remained silent as she set about removing her clothing; she lifted the
golden jewellery from atop her head, dropping it to the ground without care,
the two golden locks soon joining them. She slid her dress fully over her
shoulders, the dress dropping to the floor, pooling round her ankles, stepping
out of the dress she kicked it away, leaving her in a thin grey binding round
her breast and grey thong.
Camula lightly hummed as she looked over Ishizu's body, admiring her dark legs
and stomach.
"I didn't say stop slave, strip."
Ishizu flinched and proceeded to unbind her breasts, dropping the cotton
binding to the floor, leaving her perky breasts on display, next she proceeded
to hook her thumb round the waistline of panties and slowly pull them down her
leg, bending over and sticking her rear into the air.
"Stop." Ishizu froze. "Turn around slave." The dark haired woman shuffled round
until her head pressed against the wall, her thumbs still hooked on her
underwear and her rear pointed towards her mistress.
A lecherous smirk spread across Camula's lips as she admired Ishizu's shapely
rear, extending her hand she lightly caressed her slave's ass, enjoying how the
naked woman flinched when she felt her icy touch as she traced her fingers over
her ass cheek, lightly squeezing it.
Smack
The vampiress giggled as her slave flinched and she took in the site of her ass
cheeks lightly jiggled from her touch.
"Such a beautiful ass." She began to lightly massage the left cheek within her
palm. "I will enjoy making good use of it later little slave." She pulled back
her hand once again.
Smack
Her dark laughter filled the temple as her slave flinched again, a dark
handprint fading into existence upon Ishizu's ass of her mistress' hand,
branding her.
"Hmm hmm who would have thought it?" The vampiress chuckled, pulling back her
hand once again
Smack
Bringing it down over Ishizu's right ass cheek, the sound of her palm slapping
against the soft flesh echoing throughout the tomb, Ishizu wincing at the
stinging sensation.
"So firm."
Smack.
She struck the left cheek again.
"Yet its soft, and bouncy to the touch." She smirked.
Smack.
The right cheek burned with a vibrant red handprint.
"It's almost addicting." Camula laughed, exposing her fangs, as she struck the
guardian's ass again and again, leaving deeper and deeper red marks appear over
the previously smooth and unmarred flesh, oh how she loved to watch the blood
rush to the wounded area. She felt her mouth salivate as she licked at her
scarlet lips in a sexual manner.
Even with her mind under the control of the Millennium Rod, Ishizu flinched
with each strike she received, her eyes welling with tears.
"I can't wait to play with you my dear, you'll be such a fun new toy." She
laughed, bringing her hand over Ishizu's bright red ass again, this time
holding it firmly in place over the stinging flesh. The controlled girl
couldn't stop a small moan from escaping her lips.
The vampire smiled at this.
"Well, well, well." She chuckled, forcibly grabbing the punished flesh,
massaging it roughly. "It seems there is still a spark of free will in you
dear, and that spark is enjoying this." Her eyes illuminated with a demonic
aura.
"You enjoying your treatment slave?" Her hand began to close, causing her
sharpened nails to sink in the soft flesh of her slave's ass, until she was
near drawing blood from the abused skin. Causing Ishizu to let out a small cry.
"But maybe I shouldn't be surprised." She said with a smile as she massaged the
tenderized flesh.
"After all..." her hand slid over to where the guardian's thong rested.
"...Anyone who would wear this…" She grabbed at the fabric, "IS WISHING FOR
THIS!" and pulled at the cloth, causing it to slam inside Ishizu's pussy with
great force as it rode up as Camula started to pull the thong back away from
the guardian.
The tomb keeper cried out as she felt the cloth going inside her labia. Her
legs trembles and her fingers grabbing at the wall with force, her nails
clawing at them.
"Hahahaha!" The vampiress laughed "My what a vocal response my dear." She
mocked as she lowered the cloth before swiftly pulling it back up again.
"Oh but look at this." She flicked her wrist, tightening her hold on the thong
as it partially wrapped round her wrist, earning another delectable cry from
her slave as she twisted the thong to reveal a large wet patch on the crotch,
another twist and pained cry Camula moved the cloth to the left and then the
right, grinding Ishizu´s pussy with it, as if trying to floss her cunt.
"To think beneath all those clothes and layers you were hiding this, you little
slut." She taunted. "Who would have thought that under all of that, the tomb
keeper's daughter would wear something so scandalous?"
The vampiress laughed, pulling at the thong again, enjoying the pained cries
she would elicit from her slave. The tomb keeper was utterly helpless, unable
to do anything aside from cry and moan as the cloth ground against her pussy,
sending waves of pleasure and pain with each minor movement her Mistress made,
with each minor flick of the wrist, her pussy leaking through the cloth.
Camula enjoyed every moan and cry that her new slave released as she pulled and
twisted the tight underwear to its limits before releasing it, causing a small
"snap" every time it struck the flesh, only to immediately grab it once again
and repeat the process over and over, the cries and moans of her slave filling
the tomb, only joined by Camula's dark laughter.
Finally the vampiress gave one final yank on the thong, one last time, ensuring
that the cloth was wedged deeply between her new slave´s ass cheeks before
letting it go, allowing herself a moment to admire her work as Ishizu stumbled
as the sudden force vanished.
Ishizu was breathing hard, her cheeks where red with both arousal and
embarrassment as a few tears managed to leak and slide down her cheeks. The
guardian's ass was red, decorated with marks where Camula´s nails had managed
to lightly pierce the flesh, branding her as her slave, some small drops of
blood already seeming to ooze out of the tiny holes.
The image seeming complete by the underwear been pulled until it almost
completely vanished between the ass cheeks with only a small line entering and
emerging from the crack. Lower down, the cloth was trapped in her labia, giving
a full image of Ishizu's cunt, also allowing the vampiress to admire how the
pussy glistened in the torch light with its own juices.
"Hehehe…shame I don't have a camera to preserve such art, though with you as my
clay I'm sure I'll witness many more forms of beauty and art." Commented Camula
as she stared hungrily at the keeper's ass and pussy. "I certainly would have
love to immortalize this with a picture." Tearing her eyes from the glorious
view she looked directly into the eyes of her slave.
"But for now I think you've had that thing far too long my slave….take it off,
NOW!" She ordered with great force, her eyes illuminated with a bloody glow.
Trembling, Ishizu stood against the wall, bracing herself. Bowing her head.
With trembling fingers she hooked the sides of her thong and lowered it down
timidly, giving her mistress a full view of her red, naked ass, a small trickle
of liquid gliding down her inner thigh from her pussy. The thong touched down
on the floor and the guardian proceeded kick it away towards where her other
clothes remained.
She turned back to face her Mistress.
"Did I say you could stand up?" Camula spat.
Slap
Ishizu's face whipped round to face the wall, her right cheek branded with the
shape of her new Mistress' hand.
"Turn around" Camula ordered, her eyes glowing with anticipation.
Ishizu timidly turned on her heels to face her new mistress, the second she did
so a hand clapped itself over her right breast causing her to cry out once
again.
"Ummm….firm yet soft" Camula muttered with her signature predatory smirk as she
proceeded to grope the breast. "And so beautiful." She lowered her head to the
left breast.
"They are simply...irresistible." Her tongue snaked out past her lips, gliding
over Ishizu's nipple, lightly pinching it, causing Ishizu to stiffen as the
vampire deposited several small licks upon it, as her hand proceeded to massage
her right breast.
Camula looked up, seeing her slave´s cheeks turning a deeper bloody shade as
her breaths started to increase and grow more rapid as small sounds erupted
from her mouth. "Hehehe look at you." She began, standing up and slowly
applying more force to the breast, her sharpened nails nipping at the tender
flesh, eliciting pained winces from Ishizu.
"The great keeper of this tomb…how I wish others could see you now." her
fingers slammed together, trapping the nipple between them in their icy grip,
Ishizu felt a cold shiver shoot up her spine.
"I'm not sure whether they would be ashamed of you….or JEALOUS OF ME." Her
fingers slid down until her thumb and forefinger took hold of the erect nipple,
twisting it harshly causing a choked scream to emerge from the guardian as the
vampiress proceeded to pull and twist with growing force, loving how the girl's
back would arch, she released the nipple, allowing it to slap back into place.
"I think jealous." She laughed, grabbing the breast with great force, feeling
her own pussy quiver at the pained expression that spread across her slave's
face. "After all I'm sure there are many who would wish to be in my shoes right
now." She release the breast as her hand snuck its way down. "Or maybe….someone
already has been?" Passing her belly the hand stopped just an inch above
Ishizu´s pussy. "I wonder….." Her dark bloody eyes narrowing at the Egyptian
beauty Camula let her fingers caress the wet labia. "….If I slide my fingers in
here…." Ishizu´s breathing grew faster, a thin layer of glistening sweat over
her tanned body, small moans escaping her as the slender, icy fingers proceeded
to play and spread her.
"…What will I find?" The vampiress allowed the tip of her finger to enter the
warm, wet cavern. "Would I find that you are as sacred as your title implies?"
A second finger joined the first, both lightly wiggling, caressing Ishizu,
causing her to tremble. "Or will it reveal that you are as slutty as the cloth
you wear?" Drops fell from her pussy as she continuously teased and fingered
her cunt, her fingers moving faster and faster, beginning to enter the cavern
inch by inch, each one eliciting more moans and gasps from her slave.
"So tell me my dear…" Camula´s face moved closer to Ishizu's as the vampiress,
whispering into her ear. "What...are…you my dear?" The vampiress allowed her
mouth to open…her fangs ready to sink into Ishizu's neck and bite her, awaiting
her anticipated answer.
The keeper continued to moan, her breath shuddering as she struggle to form the
words the to answer her mistress' question.
"I…ah…I…ah…I" Finally she took a deep breath, a little spark of light erupted
in her eyes as they narrowed.
"I am Ishizu Ishtar…..keeper and guardian of the millennium items and tomb
keeper of the ancient secrets of the formerly nameless Pharaoh Atem, ex-bearer
of the Millennium Necklace."
Camula´s mouth closed, a tight frown forming upon her face, her fingers
stopping their movements and slowly retracting from Ishizu´s cunt. The last
member of the vampire race stood tall in front of the keeper, her eyes darker,
brewing with an inner anger slowly growing inside her. Finally her left hand
shoot like a bolt of lightning, striking Ishizu´s right cheek with her divine
wrath, the force of her blow enough to make her stagger back from her mistress.
"You fucking bitch!" Roared the vampiress "You are not any of those fancy
titles!…You are nothing! Period!" With great speed the vampiress struck the
keeper with a roundhouse kick, sending the Egyptian beauty flying until she
struck a pillar, falling to the floor. The vampiress walked slowly towards the
fallen girl. Her eyes glowing with unholy light as her hair seems to come to
life with an invisible breeze.
In her hand the Millennium Rod illuminated brightly, a blast of light erupting
from the head and striking Ishizu once again.
"You are not a guardian or even a person anymore." The voice of Camula echoed
throughout the tomb. "You are not even a pet, you are my slave, my toy, a
simple object that only live to serve and pleasure me wherever and however I
desire, you belong to me, you are my possession." The next time the Rod
illuminated brightly the keeper's eyes dulled until only a dark void was left.
"You are mine and mine alone….I am your Mistress, your owner and you are my
bitch…my orders are absolute…do you understand?!"
"Y-Yes." Ishizu answered with a vacant tone.
"Yes what!?"
"Yes mistress."
"Good, at least that is clear." Camula said, anger still in her tone. "But
don't think you are free of punishment…you've your fun…now it's time to serve."
She stepped forward, lightly lifting her skirt a touch, showing more of her
slender legs and drawing her slave's attention to her bloody heels.
"Now come here and kiss my foot, then you may proceed to clean it with your
lowly tongue."
With great effort the now broken keeper stumbled to her feet and stepped
forward, ready to walk to her mistress and fulfil her command.
"Did I give you permission to stand? To walk?" Camula spat, her eyes flashing
crimson as anger once again filled her voice. "On your knees…crawl to me like
the lowly bitch that you are!"
"Sorry mistress, yes mistress." Ishizu apologized as she dropped to her knees,
her right eye twitching as her bare knees slammed against the stone floor as
she dropped on to all fours and started crawling towards the waiting pale foot
of her mistress, trembling lightly.
She pursed her lips and bestowed a chaste kiss to Camula's red big toe, lightly
licking her lips as she pulled back.
"Now clean it" Camula Spat.
Almost robotically, the slave took her mistress' foot into her hand and
proceeded delicately slip the heel off her cold foot and carefully put it to
the side. The red painted nails almost seeming to shine in contrast with the
divine pale skin cold in the hand of the broke girl.
"I want you to kiss it." Ordered the vampiress "This is your new position, your
job, what you live for, why you exist so you better do it right."
Keeping a hand under the sole Ishizu close her lips on the top and slowly began
to leave small kiss all over the cold skin, shivering at the feel of cool tops
of Camula's feet beneath her warm lips. The sand beauty soon started going down
towards the toes bestowing each with a kiss.
"Now lick it." Instructed Camula, her voice once again filled with pleasure at
having the keeper at her feet, eagerly kissing and licking them eager to please
her. "Clean them with those lips and that lowly tongue of yours." Without
complaint or objection, the guardian extended her tongue and slowly beginning
to allow it to glide over the skin, back and forth before her mouth returned to
her toes, swallowing down any grime, dirt, sand and sweat the her tongue
managed to procure from her mistress' feet.
The hot wet appendage slid between the big and the second toe as she cleaned
the small space, tasting and savouring the taste of her cold toes. Ishizu then
proceeded to take all her toes into her mouth, making sure to wrap her tongue
around each and every one, sucking them, cleaning and swallowing small amounts
of sweat, grime, sand and even droplets of blood she found there.
"Ummm… oh that's right." Camula groaned, her anger diminishing as soon as the
jolts of pleasure shot up from her toes, her back arching in pleasure, her own
pussy twitching eagerly. "Now the sole…clean every inch of it."
Lightly raising her mistress´ foot a bit, Ishizu lowered herself as to not
cause Camula discomfort or risk her losing her balance, not caring for her own
discomfort as she proceeded to glide her tongue over the hardened flesh of the
beautiful heel to the tip of sexy big toe, to the tip of the pointed toenail, a
trickle of blood seeping onto the nail as it lightly punctured her tongue, her
tongue quickly licking it up, ashamed for dirtying Camula's toe with dirty
blood. She dragged her tongue back down to the heel, trailing it over every
inch of the foot, wrapping her lips around the heel and proceeding to suck on
it, drawing circles with her tongue inside her mouth.
Camula's fresh moans filled the tomb.
Ishizu withdrew from the heel and proceeded to drag her tongue up the divine
cold sole, moving to the centre where she began to trace large circles with the
tip of her tongue that got smaller and smaller with each lap it made.
"Ummm….yeah like that…ohhh good…you are very good at this slave…" Camula
moaned, feeling herself relax at the pleasurable sensations of Ishizu's tongue
on her sole as it licked her clean. "Ahhh..now..umm…continue like that…" The
tingling sensation of her pussy growing stronger with each lap of the hot, wet
tongue as she looked down at her slave with hungry.
"You are…oooh…really good using your tongue." Using her free hand, she hiked
her skirt even further, revealing her blood red panties "….oooh…now my pet…..go
up….kissing my legs and don't stop until I tell you."
Following the command Ishizu lowered the foot and began to lead a trail of
kisses from the tips of Camula's toes, up to her beautiful ankles, up the
inside of her long, slender legs, kissing every miniscule inch Camula would
allow her to kiss with hunger. Kiss after kiss she ascended until she found
herself kissing her inner thighs, a mere few inches away from her mistress' wet
panties.
"Stop there!" Ordered Camula, stopping Ishizu´s ascension in her tracks. Using
her other hand to hold up her skirt, the Millennium Rod aiding her in doing so,
Camula moved aside her panties with her free hand, showing her pale, shaven
pussy.
"Now my pet I want you to lick…lick and feed on your mistress…drink of my
nectar be honoured that I let you taste me and rejoice in its flavour."
Almost like she had been starved for days, the dark beauty lapped at Camula's
pussy. llicking hungrily at the small drops that escaped due to her previous
actions. Ishizu couldn't help but moan at the flavour that soon filled her
mouth as her mind screamed at her to gain more of the sacred liquid that now
her mistress give to her, all resistance banished to the back and furthest
corners of her mind by the ancient magic of the sacred treasure.
The last of the vampires couldn't help but let small moans escape her mouth as
the tongue of her slave buried itself inside her folds, twisting, twirling and
wiggling, desperately trying to reach its deepest core.
"Ah...that's right my pet…ah…lick…and eat your mistress….umm…this is why you
exist…don't stop until I tell you…umm." Ishizu's movements began to increase in
speed, following the orders of her mistress. At the same time her new mind-set
caused her own pussy to start leaking again, staining the inside of her legs.
"Yeah…ah….ah…" The screams of ecstasy from the vampire increasing with each lap
of her slave's tongue, Ishizu's mouth found her small button and soon began to
suck at it, even lightly nipping and grazing it with her teeth.
"Ah yes there…Don't! Stop!" Camula placed her hand on the back of Ishizu´s
head, forcing it into her pussy as she grabbed the hair of her slave forcibly.
Meanwhile, Ishizu also felt a pressure building in her core as the pain in her
head and the taste in her mouth combine causing her to feel like she was about
to explode, but couldn't do anything without her mistress' order or permission,
moaning into her mistress' pussy was all she could.
"Ah…you dirty…ah…little… ah…slave…ah…..you better…umm…you better…ohhh be
thankful for…ah ah…Thissss!" The last vampire reached her climax and soon
Ishizu felt her mouth be filled with her mistress´s juices, spurts of cum
erupting from her mouth as it quickly filled, bouncing back and staining her
face and hair.
"Swallow slave!" Camula cried out, Ishizu swiftly began jugging down as much of
Camula's cum as she was able.
However that was also her limit and soon she also came and soon her gurgled
screams joined her mistress´s as her face and hair received a second coat of
Camula's divine cum as she moaned and drank of her mistress.
The fallen guardian fell to the floor, breathing heavily as she tried to
recover. Just in front of her Camula also recovered her strength although
thanks to her status as a vampire it didn't take that long. However, this
allowed her eyes to notice something sooner.
"You're dirty slave!" She screamed with anger. Ishizu tried to see what could
have angered her mistress when suddenly she felt a bare foot stomping over her
pussy causing a new scream of both pain and pleasure to erupt from her, filling
the tomb.
"You are really a bitch aren't you?...enjoying even your punishment eh?" Camula
spat in anger as she ground her foot against Ishizu´s pussy.
"I don't remember giving you permission to cum…I don't recall ordering you to
cum with me either….you can't cum with me or before me, only when I order it
can you cum!" She yelled, increasing the pressure.
"Yes mistress…I'm sorry mistress!" Cried the slave.
Camula finally withdrew her foot away from the sensitive pussy of her slave.
"Now look at this" she said feeling her sole wet. "Dirty again… clean it!"
Shaking Ishizu knelt before her mistress and proceeded to lick her own fluids
from beneath the sole until it was clean, shimmering with her saliva. "Now my
shoe." Ishizu turned to seize the shoe, Camula taking the opportunity to wipe
the saliva off her sole onto her slave's hair, making good use of it. taking
hold of the shoe Ishizu turned back again with great care returned the shoe to
the divine foot it belonged to.
"I should really punish you further for thinking you can go ahead cum without
my permission slave." Camula spat, grabbing a handful of Ishizu´s hair,
relishing in the pained cry she received.
"Maybe I should cut your soft hair away until nothing is left on your head."
She then proceed to rub it against her pussy. "Although it makes a wonderful
towel and a lovely toerag." She continued before letting it go, now more wet
that before.
Lick me clean slave…I want you to clean my pussy with your lowly tongue and
then dry it with your hair." Immediately Ishizu launch herself to her mistress
using her tongue to lick away any and all of her mistress' delectable nectar
from her pussy and inner thighs. "Or maybe I should do something more
entertaining….maybe use pins on those breasts of yours and leave you like that
for a few days, although I think you would actually enjoy that." The tongue of
Ishizu soon reached her mistress´s pussy again as she make sure to get to the
last drop of cum.
"Or maybe I should test your sacred region with my own heels or any of the
torches that light this dreary place." finally Ishizu finished cleaning her
mistress and proceeded to dry her regal pussy and thighs with her hair,
sullying her locks with saliva and any cum she had missed in her cleaning and
was once again kneeling before the vampiress.
"Unfortunately right now we don't have time, there is still much to do before
the night is over…but be assured," She added with glowing eyes. "That later I
will be sure to punish you properly slave." Her voice caused Ishizu to tremble.
The vampire then walked to where the guardian had left her clothes…swiftly she
snatches the clothes roughly before tossing the underclothes callously to her
slave, keeping hold of the long dress. Then in front of her she grabs the dress
part and tears a big chunk of it off.
"You can only wear this! Burn those underclothes and any others, you are lucky
I am letting you wear that, and even that is so we don't draw unwanted
attention." She threw the ruined dress to her. "Then I want you to collect the
rest of those items." She said pointing to the stone where the other 6
millennium items still rest "It would be a shame to leave such valuable
treasures behind and I'm sure I will find uses for them later, I want them
ready to move within the hour…and if you miss even one…" the eyes of the
vampire glow as she revealed her fangs once again "You will graduate from slave
to dinner." she then started to walk away from her slave.
"I will see if there is something else here I can use…after all." A smirk upon
her face. "I need to be prepared when I return to Duel Academy." She left the
fallen guardian get dressed. The dress was still usable but now it would show
the full of her legs and thighs. And soon move to where the sacred objects
rest. For a moment she stopped, her eyes rest on a necklace and the reflection
of her almost if she was trying to tell her something, but the orders of the
mistress were absolute and soon each one of the 6 left millennium items were
taken out of their resting place once again.
A/N This one is a series tester and each chapter of this series would involve
Camula getting a new slave and dominating them in any method that is requested,
a poll would be posted after each chapter with available next slaves and I
would plan on taking Camula to Duel Academy, and Shadow Creatures and Duel
Spirits would also be available for slaves too and I may be able to use the
Egyptian past versions too and Camula can have current slaves dominate the new
to be slaves if it is requested.
A poll will be posted on whether or not you would like to see this as a series;
I'll also accept private messages and reviews.
***** Lisa's Foot Boy *****
Co-Written with Darkness Rissing
Categories: The Simpsons
Characters: Bart Simpson, Lisa Simpson
Cameos: Marge Simpson
Warning Contains: Foot fetish, femdom, blackmail, incest, shoe sniffing,
humiliation
Series Tester
A young boy with blonde spiky hair, a slightly pudgy belly attired in a red-
orange short-sleeved shirt, blue shorts and white socks, sat upon a brown sofa
watching the final moments of his favourite cartoon of a mouse going medieval
on a cat.
The sound of the front door opening and closing briefly masking the volume of
the end credits, Bart grit his teeth in annoyance as he glanced over his
shoulder, the vision of his mother stumbling about the hallway filled his
vision. She was of average height, or overly tall if you factored in her blue
beehive hairdo. She wore red pearls around her neck with a long green dress,
she held four paper bags filled with groceries in her arms, struggling she
kicked off her red shoes.
"Oh that's better...I've been on my feet all day." Marge sighed as she
continued on her way to the kitchen, leaving her discarded red pumps in the
hall.
Bart's gaze followed his mother as she vanished from view, his gaze lingering
on the last glimpses of her bare feet, her soles red and glistening with sweat,
he felt a low shiver at the base of his spine, his penis shifting to a state
between soft and hard, his mouth going dry as his cheeks tinged with a guilty
blush.
Slowly he slipped from the couch, his gaze darting to the discarded pumps, his
mind filled with thoughts of how strong the scent of his mother's shoes would
be after her long day, fresh off her sweaty toes.
He rounded the couch, his heart hammering in his chest as he stepped into the
hall, his eyes darting to the side, he could hear his mother humming as she
moved about the kitchen, putting groceries away, her bare feet slapping against
the tiled floor, partially sticking with each step as cupboard doors opened and
closed, paper bags ruffling . He had time…time for a quick sample, a few sniffs
couldn't hurt. He could feel his cock straining against his shorts, hardening
at just the prospect of smelling the freshly worn shoes, the forbidden nature
of them been his mother's only adding to his excitement, his breath ragged,
quivering he reach down and nervously picked up the pump that laid on its side.
He slowly brought it closer to his face, his fingers dipping into the opening
as he held it, the feeling of the soft, wet, still warm interior of the shoe
sent shivers down his spine. Timidly he peered inside the opening, even in the
dim light he could make out the vivid footprint of his mother's foot, his cock
twitched within his shorts.
He allowed his eyes to close as he pressed the shoe against his face, from the
bridge of his nose to the bottom of his mouth was crammed into the shoe,
smashing against the sweaty insole, both hearing and feeling the insole
squelching beneath his face, he gasped, cock twitching. He audibly sniffed,
inhaling deeply, the strong cheesy, vinegary scent of his mother's feet filling
his nose, his mind, and his lungs. His eyes rolled back, closing as he savoured
the scent, inhaling deeper and deeper while barley releasing a breath,
desperate to savour every ounce of the acidic cheesy smell.
He felt his knees shaking, his face going completely red, his heart pounding.
Sniff
He felt himself partially losing himself to the glorious cheesy scent. He
listened to his mother walking about the kitchen, the fridge door opening and
closing. He heard her sweaty feet slapping against the floor, oh how he wished
he could sample the scent from the source. A slight creak was heard, mixing
with the familiar screech of the fridge door.
'They smell so good…' Bart internally sighed, resisting the urge to touch the
firm, pulsating rod between his legs, seeming to lurch with every heavenly
sniff. He was in his personal paradise, nothing, absolutely nothing could ruin
this moment.
"Hehehe."
Except that. Bart froze as the small familiar giggle pieced his ears. A small
childish, condescending, smug girlish giggle.
His eyes slowly opened. The shoe still pressed to his face, his breath caught
in his throat.
The blue eyed, blonde, starfish haired girl stood staring at him with a smug
expression, almost tauntingly, attired in a short strapless red dress with a
zigzag hem, with matching Mary-Jane shoes and a white pearl necklace.
"Hey Bart." He hated that smug tone.
Lisa stepped off the final step, her eyes never leaving her elder brother.
"Does mom know what you're doing?"
Bart flinched.
"Oh? She doesn't? But surely she should know…" Her voice stopped as Bart
dropped the pump to the floor, diving to the floor, dropping onto his knees at
Lisa's feet, wincing at the slight discomfort of his erection in the tightened
shorts.
"No! Please Lis! You can't tell mom…" Bart whispered quickly and harshly, his
eyes desperately wide.
"Can't I? Why not?" Lisa challenged smugly, stepping forward, she had to admit
there was something oddly enticing about having her big brother at her feet.
"Please! I'll do anything!" Bart pleaded.
"Anything?" Lisa challenged, her smile widening into a large grin, Bart gulped.
"Anything."
"Hehehe, then come with me Bart." Lisa giggled as she turned and began her way
back up the stairs she had recently descended, Bart gulped, stumbling back to
his feet, stepping up to the base of the stairs, hesitating.
"Baaaart." Lisa called over her shoulder, her smug expression ever present.
Gulping again Bart began to follow his younger sister, his legs shaking with
each step he took, barley bracing himself against the banister.
His hearth pounding in his chest. Bart knew deep in his gut that he was in
trouble, after all his jokes, every prank he had played on his younger sister,
Bart knew that Lisa could outsmart him if she wanted to and probably would have
some sort of plan in mind him not that she had discovered his secret.
Step by step he climbed the stairs, each movement bringing him closer and
closer, his mind dwelling on what Lisa was thinking, and if there was a way out
of what she had planned...but nothing would come to mind, he had no clue of how
he could get himself out of this situation without Lisa blabbing to mom.
Lisa glanced over her shoulder to see her brother almost reaching the top of
the staircase, her ever present smug smile upon her face, knowing she had her
brother exactly where she wanted him.
"Come on Baaaart we don't have all daaaaaay." She called back again, slowing to
a stop to allow her not too eager brother to catch up with her.
"Hehehe." Lisa didn't even try to muffle her giggle as Bart shakily stepped off
the stairs, approaching his little sister, head bowed, throat dry, legs shaking
and breath shallow. He paused when he reached her side, Lisa turned to her to
right, briefly glancing up at the coarsely designed sign 'Bart's Room No Girls'
her smile growing into a grin as she twisted the doorknob and pushed open the
door, barley sparing the contents of the room a glance as she stepped in, toys
and comics scattered everywhere as she had expected.
"B-But this…this i-is my room." Bart objected sheepishly.
"So what?" Lisa challenged smugly over her shoulder before proceeding to sit
atop her bed.
"So…er…why…err…."
"So that every time you come here you will remember this moment." Lisa
answered.
"Re-remember..." Bart stammered.
"Yes, now I want you to come here and kneel at my feet." Bart gulped, stepping
forward. "Crawl."
"What? I'm not gonna…"
"Mooo…"
"No! No! Don't…I'll crawl! I'll Crawl!" Bart gasped as he dived to the floor,
stumbling forward on all fours towards his bed, his cheeks burning a scarlet
red.
Lisa extended her foot.
"Stop." Bart froze in place, his face inches from the sole of Lisa's shoe.
"Kiss it."
"Wha…"
"Go on, kiss it Bart, you know you want to. Hehehe." Lisa giggled, Bart's blush
spread across his face, swallowing a lump in his throat, leaning forward,
squeezing his eyes shut as he pursed his lips, pressing them against the sole
of his sister's shoe and bestowing a chaste kiss upon the sole.
"Hehehe, now take it off foot boy." Lisa wiggled her foot for emphasis.
"Hey…ouch." Bart winced as Lisa cut him off with a light kick to his right
cheek.
"No talking back foot boy, now take off my shoe!" Lisa growled.
"Crazy girl…" Bart muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Lisa challenged as she lifted Bart's chin with the toe of her
Mary-Jane. Her smug eyes staring into his as she lifted her own chin up,
looking down at him.
"Nothing…" Bart sighed as he slowly set about unbuckling she shoe beneath his
chin, trying to keep his eyes on the shoe rather than his sister's expression,
aiding in her heel slipping from the shoe with an audible pop, he felt his cock
twitch between his legs as he spied the red sole, glistening with sweat from a
day at school. He could feel the moisture beneath his fingers as he aided in
the release of the youthful, small foot from the confines of the shoe, he felt
his cock twitch in his shorts, they were so damp with sweat.
Lisa wiggled her bare toes as they emerged from shoe, relishing in the cool air
while wafting her scent in Bart's face, oh how she loved how he shivered from
the scent. She retracted her foot from her brother's hands, leaving him with
only her shoe, enjoying the slight expression of disappointment on his face.
Bart cradled the shoe against his chest, staring down at the sweaty foot, toes
wiggling in his face.
"Go on, smell my shoe, like you did moms." Lisa commanded with a tone of false
innocence.
Bart felt a sharp shiver send down his spine at the words of his sister, his
heart skipping a beat within his chest. He couldn't help it. And he hated
it…yet at the same time he didn't really, he turned his eyes down to the shoe
he cradled, the shoe he had never allowed himself to smell in the past on
general principle.
"Do it." Lisa egged on.
Slowly Bart rotated the shoe until the back was pressed against his chest and
slowly he raised the Mary-Jane to his face, and he buried from his mouth to his
nose into it, the warm, damp confined pressed strongly against his face.
He lightly sniffed it.
"Louder, I want to hear you smelling my shoe foot boy hehehe." Lisa giggled.
Sniff!
Bart sniffed as loud and forcefully as he could, the strong, near overpowering
scent of corn chips filled his nose and slithered into his mind, his eyes
watering as the scent caught the back of his throat and he struggled not to
cough.
"Hehehe." There was that giggle again. "You like how my stinky shoes smell foot
boy?" Lisa challenged as her brother continued to smell her shoes.
Bart stopped for a moment. The words of his sister reaching his ears, her words
about the smell that pleasured his nose. What was he doing?...This was his
sister's shoe...this was from her foot…straight off her sweaty feet...he
shouldn't like it...or its strong smell, he should be repulsed by it, he should
be hating every second of it…
Sniff
But with each breath he took he couldn't help but shiver in pleasure, his own
member twitching inside his shorts, desperately restraiing against them.
"I'm waiting." Lisa pressed. "Or is my shoe so good that you can't even talk?"
Oh how he wanted to wipe that stupid smile off her face, yet he couldn't help
but give her the answer she wanted, the truth. He lowered the shoe, ready to
give her a satisfactory report, but before he could say anything…he couldn't
help it, he immediately brought the shoe back to his face and took another deep
breath of the glorious scent.
"Oh that good?" She smirked as Bart lowered shoe again, ready to deny
everything; that it wasn't good, that it stunk, that he hated how her stinky
shoes smelt. Yet once again his will failed as a frown set upon his face as he
struggled to form the words, his gaze lingering on Lisa's shoe…the shoe he had
denied himself for so long…he so wanted to wipe that smile off her face but…
"Ugh...Yes! It's good!" He finally sighed. "I like your stinky shoes! Are you
happy now?" He spat, immediately slamming the shoe opening against his face and
taking another, long, strong, audible sniff.
"Hehehe." Lisa giggled. "Well then why don't take the other off?" She then
extended her other leg, presenting her brother with her other shoe. "Come
on…it's fresh hehehe, fresh and stinky, nice and sweaty, just for you hehehe."
She loved watching Bart squirm in place as she tilted her foot from side to
side.
Almost like a cat, Bart´s eyes locked on the shoed foot, following its
movements, the red Mary-Jane practically calling for him and he couldn't help
but answer. Slowly he carefully placed the first shoe down on the floor before
lurching forward and grabbed hold of Lisa's ankle, nearly tearing the shoe from
her foot, causing Lisa to laugh at the image of her brother so desperate to
smell her worn shoes, when he finally slipped it from her little foot he held
it like a treasure in front of his face, eager to have another sample of Lisa's
scent.
"Wait." Lisa stated, Bart paused, his heart skipping a beat. "I don't think you
are been honest." An expression of confusion set upon Bart's face. "This time I
want you to lick it clean."
Bart´s eyes widened, his body trembling.
"W-What?"
"If you like the smell so much, you must be dying to taste them?" She began
with a smile. "Go on then, taste my stinky shoes; you know you want to, clean
the insides of my stinky shoes hehehe."
Bart's jaw dropped, feeling his mouth go dry as his eyes slowly dropped to the
opening of the shoe.
Part of him was still screaming at him not to do it, to throw the shoe in her
face and kick her out of his room, the sweaty imprint of Lisa's foot within it,
the slight heat emitting from it, however, was telling him to surrender, to
give in and enjoy every inch of Lisa's stinky shoes...after all she was
basically giving him what he wanted so...why not take advantage of it?
Slowly he moved his mouth to the opening. His heart hammering in his chest as
the familiar corn chip scent entered his nostrils. Once he reached the opening
his lips slowly parted allowing his tongue to slither out and graze the warm
surface of the tip of the opening, tracing it in a circular motion all the way
round. Bart´s eyes widened as a salty corn chip taste invaded his mouth,
quickly filling with his hungry saliva.
He paused for a moment as his tongue lightly slid in along the inside of the
heel, not knowing what to do exactly before deciding to attack the insole
itself with all the strength of his hot wet tongue.
His wet tongue travelling fast, lapping up the insole, slurping up a mixture of
his own saliva and his sister's foot sweat, like it were a popsicle, drinking
in the glorious salty corn chip taste. Pressing his lips against the insole, he
proceeded to suck, slurping and sucking up the sweat, rewarding himself by
light patches fuzz sneaking into his mouth and sticking to his tongue, not that
he cared as he continued to savour the strong corn chip taste, groaning,
moaning in pleasure.
Lisa frowned as she heard her brother's moans and groans...he was supposed to
be super humiliated by doing this...but he was really loving this…maybe it was
the taste of her shoes?...Perhaps it was time she took things up a notch.
"Okay that's enough." Lisa declared and with a light kick, sending her shoe
flaying from her brother´s hands.
"Hey!…" Bart complained, only to be silenced as he suddenly found Lisa´s foot
only inches away from his face, Lisa flexed her toes tauntingly as she allowed
them to glide closer and closer to her brother's reddening face, until her
second and middle toes poked inside of his nostrils.
"Now, now…there's no reason to complain foot boy heheheh." She giggled,
retracting her foot a few inches and beginning to rotate it, her toes clenched
as she made small circles in the air.
"You've had your fun with my shoes so I think it's only fair that I get some
too." As she continued to rotate her foot, occasionally wiggling her toes
before scrunching them again and again, wafting her scent towards her big
brother, Bart´s eyes nearly rolled back inside his head, the smell from the
shoes was tame in comparison to the source. Even inches away he could smell the
salty corn chip scent.
"I've been walking all day at school, we even had gym today and I'd forgotten
my shoes and socks, so I had to wear these my normal shoes without socks, oh
god my feet got so sweat I could feel puddles forming between my toes, they
felt they were burning and they still ache…" Her foot glided forward, tipping
down, heading towards his open mouth. "So why don't you make my feet feel all
better?" And with those final words she pushed her toes into Bart's mouth
waiting mouth.
The moment the strong, bitter taste invaded Bart's mouth his breath caught in
his throat, leaning back slightly, he felt his cock pulsate wildly, an intense
pressure building quickly down below as he felt a hot liquid erupt from his
cock, staining his shorts through his underwear, his cheeks burning with
embarrassment, unsure what had happen, he leaned forward to hide the stain from
his sister, it was bad enough she had him at her feet, but if she say him
peeing his pants his life was over. He could already feel his cock twitching
again, why did he enjoy the thought of Lisa seeing the stain?
He pushed the disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind when he felt the
tasty, hot, wet toes wiggle in his mouth, he clamped his lips over then and
proceeded to suck and lick them, his tongue sliding between each of Lisa's
toes, rescuing the toejam and grime hidden there along with the sweat, drinking
it down, his mouth watering round the toes.
"Yeah…ooh like that...how do you feel now eh?" Lisa challenged. "How does it
feel having my sweaty, stinky toes in your mouth?" She pulled out her foot to
allow him to answer but he grab her ankle and proceeded to wrap his lips around
the arch of her sole, sucking at it, slurping up the sweat, before dragging his
tongue up to the base of her toes and taking them back into his mouth once
again.
"Hahaha what? Don't tell me you like it?" His tongue flicked out, tasting,
caressing and massaging the upper part of her sole. Lisa hated to admit but it
actually felt rather good on her sore foot…without realising it Lisa started to
relax as her brother continued to lick her toes, small spark of electricity
coursing up her leg to her neither region. "You like to…umm…to feel…ummm…"
Suddenly her words failed her as the pleasure she felt started to grow, slowly,
from the sensation of his tongue lapping at her feet.
"It feel…it feel?...umm…ahhhh…" Bart´s other hand snapped out and seized her
other foot, his thumb kneading the arches of her sole. "Ummm it
actually…ummm…feels….ummm…kinda …ahhh…nice…" Lisa groaned.
Slowly Lisa let herself fall into a state of bliss as her brother continued to
serve her feet. He changed foot, taking hold of her still sweaty foot and
pressing it against his face, allowing his tongue to record her warm sole as
his other hand massage the other, now wet with his saliva. The sudden contact
with his warm, wet appendage enticing further moans from Lisa as she began to
fall back, laying on his bed, her hands spreading out to the side.
"Ummm…" She moaned in bliss as Bart pressed his lips against her hot, moist
sole and began to suck on her sole. Her right hand slowly moving under his
pillow as she felt the tension in her limbs leaving her and she began to relax,
she would need to do this again sometime.
As her brother dragged her sole against his face, his tongue extended and
gliding up her sole until her toes pressed against his lips and his tongue was
able to slide between her toes, Lisa felt her hands brush something soft.
Bart took her foot into his mouth, sucking her toes, groaning at the salty corn
chip flavour, moaning as he drank her toe sweat. She turned her head to the
right, her gaze focused on the base of the pillow as she pulled her hand back
out, holding the soft object he had felt, bringing the object close to her
face.
Bart pulls the now soaked toes from his mouth and pressed his nose against it,
shivering as he felt the salty sole against his nose and face, the divine scent
filling his nose.
Her eyes snapped wide open in surprise as she stared at a pair of white frilly
socks….a pair of socks she recognized all too well, a pair of her socks, a pair
she had lost three days ago. Anger and rage flooded her system.
"Bart!" Lisa spat, her voice rising in anger as she deliver a strong kick to
Bart's chin, sending him flying onto his back with a grunt of pain.
"Ow…hey what's your problem?" He retorted, rubbing his chin and neck.
"Care to explain why you have my socks?" she asked, gritting her teeth as she
leaned forward aggressively.
"I…well…those…well…I don't…well…" He tried to explain, suddenly feeling
trapped, even more so than he had before.
"You stole them!" She spat "You stole my socks…to smell them like mom's shoes?"
Her eyes flickered to the wet patch on his shorts.
"I can't believe it!" Bart looked down, to see what she was looking at, quickly
he closed his legs to try and hide the stain.
"I knew you could be disgusting…but not like this…peeing yourself ugh!" She let
her socks fall to the floor as she slipped back on the bed, her expression of
anger now completely one of disgust. "What is wrong with you?" She ask suddenly
looking around.
"Are there more of my socks here?...or even mom's?...What about shoes?" Her
eyes fell on her brother who seemed to be trying to not to look at her, his
eyes fixated on the carpeted flooring of his room. "How could you steal my
socks! Does mom know?...Bet she doesn't…I should go and tell her and let her
know what you are doing, stealing socks, smelling her shoes….seriously why do
you do this?...Why?...Why?!…WHY?!"
"I don't know!" Her Brother exploded. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't
know." He stood up, glaring directly at Lisa.
"I just like it…I don't know why I like it, but it just…feels good…feels right,
the smell, the taste, the sensation it causes me…it just feels good." He took a
breath. "And don't you think I know it's disgusting?" He continued, his voice
breaking as tears welled in his eyes.
"The idea of liking sweaty shoes, and smelling them…of liking my dork sister's
stinky shoes? ...I don't even believe it myself, and don't even get me started
on feet…" Tears sliding down his cheek.
"I can't help but feel attracted to them…something about them…it's like they
call to me and I try to keep those feelings under control and hidden…until
now…" sighing with a tone of defeat, his shoulders slumping.
"But it's not like you care…little miss perfect Lisa…not having to worry about
such things…not worry about been a freak…" He stumbled backwards. "A word from
you and not only mom but I'm sure everyone will know about it…so why don't you
make things simple and do it already? Tears dripped from his chin to the floor,
but he continued to ignore them.
"W-What?" Lisa gasped, anger fading from her eyes as her jaw dropped.
"You heard me…go ahead and tell mom!" He said as he pointed to his door.
"That's what you were always going to do anyways!"
"You think that I….?"
"Yeah why not, that's why you always do, don't you?…Anyway you think I'm
disgusting, and maybe I am…" His hands balled into fists at his side. "So go
and finish it already!"
Lisa felt like she had just been kicked repeatedly in the gut…did he really
think that of her and himself? She looked at her still crying brother. This was
not what she had planned, sure she wanted to get some revenge and humiliate him
a bit, but she never thought she would hurt him and she had never even
considered telling mom. And sure what he liked may be a bit weird…well more
than a bit but that didn't make him a freak…a freak, she has heard that word a
lot from the other kids at school when they talked about her and it didn't feel
good.
She looked down at her wet feet, glistening in a mixture of Bart's saliva and
her sweat, in all honesty it may be a bit weird, she couldn't quite see why he
liked smelling and licking feet…but when one is the one on the receiving end of
the treatment….it actually felt good…really good even.
Sliding off of the bed, rising to her feet she walked over to her brother,
tears glistening in her eyes and in a surprise movement…she hugged him.
Bart raises his head in surprise. "W-What are you…?"
"I'm sorry…I'm really sorry…" She gasped out, tears sliding down her cheek as
she pulled Bart close to her.
"Wait what?...You're sorry?" He looked into her eyes, an expression of
confusion upon his face. "If this is another trick…"
"It's not!" She screamed, pulling him closer and more forceful. "It's not." Her
tears falling onto his shirt. "I never wanted to hurt you…I was just angry
after your bubble gum prank the other day and wanted to get even…and then
finding my sock…I never wanted to actually make you feel like trash or like
like…."
"A freak?" He finished and she moved back, meeting his gaze.
"Don't say that word…" She whispered, sniffing. "You are not a freak...you hear
me?...I don't want you to use that word ever again…never again…"
"But but you said…"
"Forget what I said…" She said letting her tears flow freely. "I know that word
all too well and it never should be uttered to anyone." She met his gaze. "And
to be honest…it may be a bit weird, but it's not that bad…" She blushed. "I
actually thought…that…it felt good…" she played with her foot on the floor.
"You are really good at it actually."
Bart let out a nervous laugh. "Haha…well thanks...I think…" Seeing his sister
also have tears in her eyes he couldn't help but pull her into an embrace of
his own. "And your feet actually taste really good too…"
"Hehehe really?" She giggled.
"Yeah…" He admitted with rosy cheeks "I have to admit…I've wanted to taste your
feet and smell your shoes for so long but I never let myself… I guess I just
couldn't resist when I saw your socks just lying there…"
"Bart!" She mock hit him on the arm, her cheeks burning red. "I'm sorry I took
things too far…and don't worry I won't tell mom about this…"
"And I…I am…sorry….about that..ummm prank." Both brother and sister falling
into silence for a moment.
"Umm would you like to…ummm continue?" Bart looked at her in surprise, his
blush spreading. "Well now I feel I owe it to you…and...well…I really liked
it…" gulping at the idea, Bart nodded and Lisa walked back to the bed,
reseating herself upon it. "Could you please close the door?"
He closed the door, feeling his pants growing tight again as his cock began to
lift. "Ummm maybe you should change first though…" She said pointing to his wet
shorts. "I may like this and what you do to my feet but…I'm not really
comfortable with that."
Feeling a bit embarrassed Bart walked awkwardly to his nightstand and took his
pyjama shorts out.
"Umm could you please turn around?" He asked blushing.
Blushing also Lisa looked down to the floor, staring at her own feet. While
listening to Bat taking off his shorts and…underpants, her eyes returned to her
socks. "Umm Bart?"
"Yeah?" He asked, pausing in putting his pants on.
"Do you have anything else…aside from my socks?" She asked nervously.
"Umm…well…" He heisted, taken a deep breath. "Yours not really…but look under
the bed.
Curious Lisa turns to the other side, falling forward and resting on her
stomach she peered under the bed. She found a small cardboard shoebox, she
stretched out and took hold of the box, sliding it out and lifting it back onto
the bed, turning back towards Bart, quickly averting her eyes after catching
site of Bart, shorts half way up his legs, his semi-erect cock in full view,
blushing from head to toe she focused on the box, even moving to lie back down
on her front, moving the box in front of her. Opening the shoebox an expression
of surprise set upon her face as she found pair of used black nylons and a…lot
of pictures.
"Are these mom's?" She asked as she lifted the nylons by a corner with her
thumb and forefinger, her arm fully extended back behind her for her brother to
see them.
"Yeah…I took them…yesterday…" he admitted as he pulled up his shorts and
turning to look towards his sister, still blushing, cock still hardening. A
lump formed in his throat. Lisa's feet were both in the air, her knees bent as
she lightly kicked the air with slight movements, flashing him her sole, the
small soles almost shining with his saliva and sweat, her dress lifting a bit
allowing him glimpse of her white panties.
"And what about these pictures?" She asked as she flicked through them, noting
a picture of her feet. There were so many pictures, each taken from different
angles, some awkward while others were almost artistic, some even had a full
body on them, allowing her to recognize her mom, her aunts, and even miss
Krabappel though that one was from the back with her arched of her desk, others
only showed feet but she could see they were taken in the school, communal
pool, and even in other homes and out on the street.
"Just pictures of feet I managed to get…" He answered as he approached the
distracted Lisa "I told you…I can't help it…I just like them…I couldn't
resist…"
"Whoa…you really like feet don't you…ahhhhh" She screamed in surprise when Bart
grabbed her right ankle, pulling it back to him and kissing her sole. "BART!"
"Hehehe sorry Lis." Bart chuckled before taking her big toe into his mouth,
proceeding to suck it as his tongue began to encircle it, licking it; he let it
out of his mouth a resounding pop. "But yeah I like them…and I…umm really like
yours…" Both siblings blushed and Bart proceeded to go back to licking his
sister's sole.
Lisa squirmed at feeling of her brother´s warm moist tongue as it was dragged
over her foot, letting out small moans as he began to suck certain parts with
great care. "Ummm Bart…ummm wait I umm…" She could feel herself losing herself
to the incredible feeling and more when he switched to her left foot, sliding
his tongue between her sweaty toes.
"Ummmmm ahhhh." Lisa moaned before lashing out with her free foot, surprising
Bart as it slammed against his chest, pushing back and causing him to stumble
and fall to the floor with a resounding thud.
"Ouch Lisa!…What gives!?" His words were silenced as his sister sat up and
extended her leg, allowing her foot to glide over his face.
"I think you forget your position…foot boy." She said on a playful, near
seductive tone.
Bart looked up at her, his eyes widening, his cock rising to a full erection
within his shorts, his lips going dry.
"Oh I'm sorry great Lisa." He replied with a dramatic tone. "Please allow me to
taste your glorious foot."
Lisa giggled. "Very well foot boy…enjoy." And with that she pressed her foot
firmly against Bart´s face, a shiver slithering up her spine at the feeling of
Bart's face beneath her sole, she would need to do this again.
Bart didn't waste a second and inhaled deeply. The smell was a tad dampened
from his previous licks, but the salty corn chip scent was still overpowering,
bringing new levels of pleasure to the young boy.
"Come on foot boy… Get on with it." Lisa instructed her tone a mixture of
anxiety and excitement.
"As you command Milady." Replied Bart as he latched his mouth on her heel,
sucking eagerly, groaning at the taste of her sweaty heel, sucking at it like a
hungry infant.
"Oh…yeah that's right…ummm…" Lisa moaned, loving the sensation of having her
brother's mouth on her, and she had to admit the concept of her brother
worshiping her foot so hungrily was beyond enticing, there wasn't a doubt in
her mind that they would be doing this again. "Just like tha… ahhhh…" Bart
began to encircle her heel with his tongue taking her by surprise, before
releasing the heel and tracing a new trail up her sole, stopping at the centre
of her sole. "Ummmm…oh…yes that's good…ummmm."
At the same time the toes of her other foot, wiggled in excitement. But in her
bliss she accidently allowed her leg to slip further down and closer to her
brothers pulsating crotch without realising it, until her toes brushed the
clothed tip, Bart shivered and twitched as pleasure coursed through him.
"W-What?…Bart why is that?" her mind seemed to shutdown, she knew her foot was
currently resting on her brother private part, but she didn't understand why it
was like that…"It's really hard…" She said, applying a bit more pressure,
eliciting a groan from Bart. "Does this hurt?" she asked with concern.
"N-No, not really." He answered between breaths. "It gets like this every time
I smell shoes or look at the pictures…or see feet…I think it means feet are
near." He groaned again as Lisa caressed his cock through his shorts, testing
the firmness. "It feels..ahhh…good..ohhh but I..ohhh Lisa I think…if you keep
doing that…I'll gah…pee myself."
"Oh…sorry." Lisa replied, moving her foot away allowing, her brother to stand.
Her eyes fixated on her brother's erect penis.
"Err…it's okay…maybe you could…do that again…sometime…as long as I…you know…"
Bart mumbled, averting his gaze.
Lisa smile and was going to answer when suddenly a beeping sound filled the
air. Reaching for her wrist Lisa squeezed the sides of her watch, pressing down
on a button, silencing the alarm.
"Oh god it's that late?" She gasped with a tone of panic. "Dinner will be ready
soon and I haven't done my homework yet…"
"Only you could have an alarm for that." Bart chuckled.
"Maybe, but I better plan this better, for next time we do this." She replied,
sliding off of the bed
"Next time?" Bart gasped in both surprise and excitement.
"Yeah next time…I…ummm I really liked doing this, so I was…hopping we could do
it again."
Bart went beat red at the idea, his cock twitching, at the thought of having
his sister's feet again and soon. "Yeah!...I mean…sure I wouldn't have a
problem."
"Great." Lisa replied happily, bending down to collect her shoes, she paused a
moment before passing them to her brother. "Here." Bart took the shoes from her
with a confused expression.
"Ehh…err…thanks?"
"I still want them back." She said, grabbing her socks. "But I would prefer
having them clean and fresh and you seem to be able to do that easily and I am
willing to wager you are definitely willing." She slipped on the socks.
"Actually this socks feel quite clean, so maybe you would like to clean my
others too when I need it?"
Bart was almost drooling at the idea and nodded his head eagerly.
"Tell you what, you can smell my shoes and socks whenever you want, as long as
you lick them clean my shoes and socks of the day, every day." Lisa continued
with a warm smile on her face.
Lisa walked towards the door, coming to a stop as she reached it, and turning
round to look at her brother with a playful smile. "Actually why don't you come
with me?" Bart looked towards her.
"I need some way to relax while I do my homework…so interested in helping me?"
She asked, striking a pose, extending her leg to show off her socked foot to
him.
Bart looked at the foot hungrily; wrapped in the sock he'd buried his face in
last night, falling asleep to that glorious scent. "This will be the first time
that I would be happy to help you with homework." Lisa smiled back at him.
Bart looked at the foot almost hungrily "this will be the first time i will
happy on helping you with homework" making her sister smile back.
Soon the two of them had walked to Lisa´s room. Once there, Lisa instructed to
Bart lay down under her desk, which he did without question, with great
eagerness.
Lisa sat at her desk, resting her feet atop Bart, one atop his nose, the other
his lower stomach. "Ummm actually…I just got these socks back and it would be a
shame to get them all wet." She looked down at her brother with a smug smile.
"Could you keep them dry foot boy?"
Bart smile "As you wish." and with slow movements Lisa lifted each foot from
her brother and peeled the white material off her feet, taking her time to
enjoy just how eager her brother was and how easy he was to tease.
Finally she pulled them off and dropped them onto her brother, one landing over
his forehead while the other covered his eyes. She couldn't help but giggle at
how they had landed and how Bart just laid there.
"There that's better." She sighed, replacing her feet on her new footstool,
placing one foot over his mouth and other over directly on his hard cock,
loving how Bart jumped at the touch. Immediately she opened her notebook, and
she could already feel Bart's tongue working away, again on her sole. At the
same time she could feel his member beneath her toes, still really hard.
"Umm this still feels a bit weird…" She said as she worked the problems as her
foot caressed her foot boy's hard member. "Hard and throbbing...ummm…" Feeling
a bit curious she moved her foot a bit higher to the waistband of Bart's pants.
"This may feel a bit weird." Bart stopped for a moment before whispering a, "Go
ahead" and resuming his licking.
Slowly Lisa slid her foot into his pyjama shorts, not stopping until her dainty
toes poked his throbbing member.
"Ummm it's a bit warm…hot even…and wet…" She muttered as she accidentally
snagged his cock between her toes, causing Bart to groan again and even thrust
his hips. "Ummm…it's getting harder too…" She added as Bart's moans and groans
increased.
Suddenly there was a knock on her door causing her to stop just in time for her
mother's head peak inside.
"Lisa dinner's ready"
The girl turn back from her desk. Her cheeks flushed. "Ok mom, I'll be down in
a minute"
"Okay sweetie...oh, and can you tell your brother if you see him…I can't find
him anywhere…maybe he's with Milhouse…" Marge murmured to herself.
"I'm sure he is close by, but I will tell him if I see him." She smiled, Marge
closed the door and headed back downstairs, "Although…" Lisa looked down at her
footstool. "He may not be hungry too hungry."
"Oh I will be hungry…but not for mom´s cooking." He said with a grin as he
handed her socks back, giving her toes another lick as his cock twitched
between her toes.
"Maybe after dinner we can continue." She said, slipping her socks back on,
smirking at her brothers groans as he lost her feet, though she did place each
one back on his chest as they were socked. "I still have homework to do, and if
you'll be my foot boy while I do mine I'll do yours too." She continued with a
smile.
And once each were ready, and Bart's erection had finally subsided the siblings
headed down to dinner with big grins on their faces. Lisa making a mental note
to look the reason for Bart's penis been so hard, just in case it was something
serious, she was sure he wouldn't mind, not that he'd notice with her feet in
his face.
A/N This is a series tester and if it takes off each chapter Bart will get
another pair of feet of worship, the owner of each feet tackling the situation
in different ways, be they as experienced as say a teacher or as innocent as
little Lisa. A poll will eventually go up, but if interested in reading more
please review.
***** A Small Punishment *****
Co-Written with Darkness Rissing
Categories: Danny Phantom
Characters: Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton
Cameos: Jazz Fenton
Warning Contains: Foot fetish, femdom, incest, shrinking, giantess
A tall woman with shoulder-length auburn hair, deep red lipstick and violet
eyes, attired in blue rubber jumpsuit, black rubber gloves and black rubber
boots, the hood of her suit down, by the name of Madelyn Fenton stood at the
entrance to her lab, she grit her teeth.
"Daniel James Fenton! Get your ass down here! Right now!" She shouted, turning
her head to the stairs.
The 14 years old jump in fright as he hears his mother scream coming from their
basement.

"Oh boy...now what?" He wonders nervously as he walked down the stairs, the
dark haired, blue eyed teen wearing a white t-shirt with a thin red collar, red
cuffs, and a red circle in the middle, light blue jeans, and red-and-white
sneakers. Danny headed towards the entrance of the lab to find his mother, a
harsh scowl upon her face.
"Care to explain this young man?" She snapped, pointing to the lab accusingly.
The entire place was akin to a war zone. Blobs of ectoplasmic goo cover each
inch of the place, lab equipment was scattered on the examination tables and
counters, papers, diagrams and trash cover the floor, the trashcan itself on
its side, leaking putrid goo wit flies flying over it, with those that ate the
trash, falling still and suddenly a green coloured ones would float out of it,
weapons were out of place, even track marks on the ceiling of all places
"I thought you were asked to clean the lab?" She spat in anger.
"I…well I…" He tried to answer feeling nervous under his mother's gaze; he
rubbed the back of his neck. "Well I was going to…but something…err…came up…"
He answered weakly.
"Oh…like last week when you couldn't take out the trash because 'something came
up'? ...Or this weekend when you couldn't go to the store because 'something
came up'? Or this morning when you couldn't clean your room because 'something
came up'?" She asked getting angrier with each question, using air quotes
during each quotation of his usual excuse.
He fell silent knowing that each one of those times a ghost had come out and
started attacking and he had to deal with it.
"Nothing to say?" Her tone was getting harsher.
"I-I'll clean it! Right now!" Danny gasped, eyes widening, he jumped to the
bottom of the stairs and hurriedly began picking up scrunched up pieces of
paper, picking up the garbage can and dumping the balls inside.
Maddie stepped down into the lab, turning to a locked steel cabinet she took
off the key from around her neck, small and silver, handing on a black string
that Maddie never removed from her person except to use it. Danny looked over
his shoulder, paling considerably as he watched his mother slide the key into
the lock.
"No! Mom! I'm cleaning! I'm cleaning!" Dann cried.
"I'm sorry Danny but you need to learn your lesson, you have responsibilities
and you can't shirk them off to hang out with your friends." Maddie sighed as
she took out a small silver gun with green ovals around the muzzle of the gun,
a green flame design on the side with a dark green F within it.
The Fenton Crammer. One of the early models of Maddie's design, it had the
unfortunate side effect of effecting people. Humans. As well as the ectoplasmic
scum it was designed for. She and Jack had been working on it since but they
still hadn't had much luck with making the device separate ectoplasm from
organic matter. But that wasn't the point here; Maddie had found a while ago
that the device, even if originally thought to be failure, had a surprisingly
effective use, as a device to punish her children. She never went too far, at
first she'd only shrink them for a short period of time, run a scan for
scientific purposes, painless. She found little to help her but she did learn
it made the shrunken subject stronger, condensing the molecules to shrink them
but they retained their full size resistance – a few tests on inanimate objects
confirmed this – and soon her punishments got more severe, depending on the
'crime' though now the standard was a few hours in her shoes with her feet.
Jazz quickly learned to behave and so would Danny.
She pointed the device at Danny.
"Mom! No!" She squeezed the trigger and a transparent green beam released from
the nozzle, covering the teen. Maddie's face remained hard as her son began to
slowly shrink before her. He reached waist height. Knee height. Ankle height.
She didn't stop until he was but a few inches of height, she released the
trigger. Leaving her tiny son, standing on the floor surrounded by garbage,
staring up at her terrified she forgot how cute they looked when she shrank
them. No, she had to remain resolved in this; she couldn't give them an inch,
no matter how cute they were. She stepped forward, Danny stepped back
fearfully.
"Stay right there young man or I'll double your punishment time." Maddie
threatened. It did the trick, Danny froze in place. "Good boy." She
acknowledged, she stepped forward, crossing the distance between them in a
single stride. Danny's heart skipped a beat as he stared at his mother's giant
boot, she could squash him like a bug and he couldn't do anything. He had felt
his powers vanish the second he began to shrink…no it was more like them been
locked…he could feel them there…he was…just…just too weak to access them and
even if he could he wouldn't be able to use them.
Maddie raised her right heel before pressing down on it with the toes of her
other foot, bracing herself against the counter, she slowly slide her boot off
of her foot, lifting if off the floor as her heel emerged with an audible pop,
flushed red, the boot dropped to the floor, revealing Maddie's giant foot, her
toes painted a light blue, her foot coated in sweat and possessing a sheen to
it.
Danny paled. Already the pungent acidic vinegary stench assaulted his nose,
even been several feet above him at his size.
Maddie kept her foot elevated and reached a hand under the counter, causing her
foot to lift further from her son, much to Danny's relief though still the
stench bothered him; the foot had to be sixty feet above him by now. Maddie
retrieved a pair of white, fluffy slippers. She dropped one to the floor; it
landed a tad too close to Danny causing the poor boy to fall on his backside
from the vibrations of the truck sized slipper. His mother cracked a half smile
at his fall but it quickly vanished.
She reached down again; Danny pushed himself back along the floor, not even
making an inch as Maddie's slender fingers entangled round him. To Danny like
powerful trees come to life, her thumb like an oak as it pressed down against
the fingers that curled round him, her teal nails glinting in the lab light and
slowly Danny was effortlessly lifted from the ground. It struck him like it did
every time his mother picked him up like this just how powerful this woman was.
He struggled against her grasp but she didn't even notice. In her other hand
the enclosed white fuzzy slipper was pointed down. Her other hand glided over
to the opening of the slipper, the vinegary stench strong, burning Danny's
nose. As her hand turned the boy was forced to look inside the slipper, he
paled further as he saw the familiar imprint of his mother's powerful. She wore
these slippers every night…she'd had them for three years, the only thing worse
would be her boots. Her fingers opened.
"Ahhhh!" Danny screamed as he fell onto the insole of the slipper.
"Oomph." He grunted. He looked up at his mother, her expression soft as she
tilted the slipper further down, he could feel the force of gravity taking hold
of him; he gripped the fabric of the slipper, like thick, white, soft, cool and
damp grass. His legs swung round, dangling helplessly towards the toe of the
slipper.
"Now, now Danny, take your punishment like a big boy." Maddie chastised lightly
in a voice akin to a sing song. She truly couldn't believe how adorable her
teenage son was.
Danny grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. He lost his grip and fell into
the toe section of the slipper, falling multiple feet.
"Oomph." He gasped, wincing as the vinegary stench surrounded him, he held his
nose with both fists but still the putrid stench tormented him, his eyes
watering, hairs standing on end, he looked down, he nearly retched when he
found himself sitting in the middle toe imprint.
"Agg…mom!" Danny cried, coughing repeatedly at the acidic stench filling his
nose "Please!" He gasped.
Suddenly the whole slipper began to tremble as Maddie bent down, lowering the
slipper rather quickly, allowing it to drop the last few inches, causing Danny
to bounce around the inside of the slipper, landing face down in her imprint.
"Ugh…what the….?" He moaned as he tried to push himself up from the stain,
shivering in disgust as he felt the squelch beneath his hands against the
sweaty fabric, he could even feel it all over the side of his face. "So gross…"
He groaned, turning a little green as he stumbled back from the stain, leaning
against the tip of the slipper, he gave his shirt a light sniff, recoiling
almost immediately at the putrid stench that had been absorbed by it, the once
white colour now a dark grey, he doubted the horrid smell would ever come out.
"And it stinks!" He cried.
"Well Danny…." He suddenly heard the booming, powerful voice of his mother
shaking his world. "I hope you are ready because here I come."
"What?…No!" He screamed as suddenly the opening of the slipper darkened as a
group of blue painted, boulder sized toes appear and began to crawl inside the
slipper. "Oh God!" He tried to retreat only to press himself further into the
toe section of the slipper, the fuzzy wall squelching behind him, he shivered
in disgust.
The toes slowly crawled towards him. Closer and closer, by the time the mighty
toes reached the half way point all outside light was blocked out, plunging
Danny into darkness. He could see nothing. But he could hear. He could hear the
toes scrunching as they moved closer, the slipper shaking as the vinegary
stench got stronger, his foot slipped out beneath him as the ground suddenly
pulled towards the approaching toes, he felt the wet slimy toes crash down on
his legs.
He tried to move them but couldn't, another scrunch and his mother's toes
slammed into his torso, pinning him against the toe of her slipper, his legs
pinned beneath the sweaty, overpowering digits.
Outside the slipper Maddie admired her slipper, tilting her ankle from side to
side.
"Comfortable Danny?" She asked; kicking the floor with the tip.
"Agh." The teen cried out after receiving the hit, the sweaty boulders now
buried in his torso, he couldn't move and inch now, his mother's big toe
pressed firmly against him, her blue toenail nearly touching his face.
"Ahh! Seriously!" He cried, struggling against the toe, his efforts in vain.
"Hehehe, come on Danny settle down like a good boy." Maddie giggled feeling a
light, miniscule pressure, from her son's attempted movements. She wiggled her
toes, causing Danny to slip and slide from his current position and end up
between her second and bit toe toes, trapping him in the hot spot of her foot
stench.
"Gah mom..I know you are always busy…but you could at least buy a new pair of
slippers." He coughed repeatedly, his eyes watering, he could taste the
vinegary stench. He knew his mother couldn't hear him, her foot sweat had
already leaked through his clothes, his lower torso and legs were soaked in his
mother's putrid foot sweat.
Outside, Maddie slipped on her other slipper, briefly glancing over the warzone
of a lab. "Well with all…this, I don't think I'll be able to work today." She
sighed, flexing out her aching arms, stretching her legs in place, squeezing
her son briefly.
"I think I better take advantage of this and take a day off from ghost hunting
for once...maybe I'll do some reading maybe even finish that book your father
bought me the other day." And with that she headed out of the lab.
Inside her slipper, Danny was in hell, his world was shaking, he felt his
prison fly into the air and crash back down onto the ground with each of his
mother's steps, he could even feel the entrance of the slipper separate from
the giant vinegary sole with each step, the heel slamming back down again and
again, the sole even lightly lifting off his lower body before pressing back
down on him, squishing him partially with every step she took. His body
bouncing as much as it could with every step, every few steps a droplet of foot
sweat the size of Danny's head would fall loose from between Maddie's toes,
crashing down on his face.
His face soaked, hair matting against his forehead, eyes and nose lightly
stinging from the salty moisture, he retched, throwing up at the taste only to
be forced to swallow his vomit as he remained pinned on his back.
Each step causing the teen to be shower by his mother's toe sweat, he could
almost feel himself growing gills from the salty liquid. Maddie finally made it
out of the basement and heading into the living room.
Maddie headed straight to her arm chair by the lit fireplace. She sat in the
green chair, picking up the thick green blanket from the arm of her chair and
draping it over her legs, she crossed her legs, smirking as she pinned her
shrunken son with her toes, even squeezing him between them, she reached up and
took her book from the mantel above the fire place, a thick book with a purple
cover, she leaned back in her chair relaxing.
"Now where was I?" She mused aloud, as she began to play with her foot, rubbing
the tip on the floor, remaining crossed.
"Ahhh!" Danny complained as his upper body was squeezed between his mother´s
toes, the toe flesh even rubbing against him, as if grinding the vinegary sweat
into his clothes and body.
"Ah here." She said as she opened her book to the bookmarked page, she was only
half way, meaning her son was in for one hell of a time, she smiled at the
thought, by the end he should definitely have learned his lesson and do his
chores when asked from now on and stop shirking his responsibilities.
"Legends and Artefacts of the Ghost Zone by Frederich Isak Showenhower" She
iterated the title aloud.
"You must be kidding." Danny deadpanned as heard his mother's booming voice
like a goddess, still grime and toe sweat falling into his mouth.
"I have to admit this is a really intriguing fantasy book." She said,
scrunching her toes, and moving her feet closer to the roaring fire, relaxing
in the warm glow. "I mean a gauntlet capable of changing, warping and
controlling reality? A map capable of finding portals to other dimensions and
times? What an imaginative author." She praised before beginning to read
silently, enjoying feeling her slippers grow hotter and her feet sweatier, she
loved to feel her toes all sweaty.
With every minute that passed Danny felt the slipper grow hotter and hotter,
Danny quickly found himself soaked in sweat, with only a small portion been his
own sweat. The great majority been his mother's putrid foot sweat, which thanks
to the 'comfy' material of the slipper the heat from the fire was quickly
absorbed and collected within the slipper, causing Maddie's foot to sweat even
faster as the air became hotter, thicker and more humid. It became very
apparent to the shrunken teen that every breath he took was less oxygen and
more foot odour.
Maddie hummed happily as she felt the inside of her slipper grow warmer, adding
to her comfort while making her foot sweatier to punish her disobedient son,
the presence of her son almost seemed to bring comfort, acting as a small
cushion for her foot, and he felt nice between her toes, there was a reason she
tended to put her children in her shoes when shrinking them, her feet stunk
enough to punish them and it felt rather pleasant.
Almost by instinct she start flexing she scrunched her toes, lightly squeezing
her son between them, releasing them only to scrunch them again as if he was
some kind of toe toy, repeatedly squeezing him.
Inside the slipper Danny felt the toes of his mother closing on him, rubbing
over him, scrunching around him, lightly squishing him while wiping the sweat,
grime and toe jam over his face.
Maddie drummed her toes happily over the tiny form of her son, enjoying the
sensation of her hot, wet foot around him, enclosing on him, it felt so nice
when he squirmed a little between her toes.
Suddenly the door opened, drawing Maddie's attention, she relaxed once she saw
her daughter enter the room.
"Man it's cold out there…" She shivered taking off her black snow boots and red
scarf. Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton was a tall teenaged girl with similar facial
features to her mother, even possessing her auburn hair only hers reached down
to her hips, her eyes were an aqua blue, she wore a blue headband a matching
winter coat with white faux fur decorating the hood and cuffs, and was
barefoot. "Good thing you have that fire going mom." She continued as she
nodded to the outside, currently covered in several inches of snow.
"Yeah sweetie, I have to admit I am really enjoying the warmth of the fire."
Maddie giggled as she shook both her feet excitedly.
"Yeah." Jazz laughed, having a brief glance round the room, she frowned. "Oh…by
the way, is Danny around? I think Sam and Tucker have been trying to call him
but haven't been able to get an answer."
"Unfortunately, he won't be calling anyone anytime soon." Maddie said with tone
of annoyance. "Once again Danny has been avoiding his responsibilities and not
doing his chores, I was this forced to punish him." Maddie explained, lifting
the slipper that contained her son at the end and craning her foot for
emphasis, even scrunching her toes.
Jazz quickly realised what had happened and felt a deep sense of sympathy for
her little, now very little, brother.
"You shrank him didn't you?"
Her mother simply nodded. "I told Danny that he was getting sloppy with his
chores, I warned him...but no, he wouldn't listen."
Jazz swallowed, she desperately wanted to tell her mother that this wasn't a
good punishment and would negatively affect Danny psychologically, she should
know having gone through this first, she still had nightmares starring her
mother and her stinky feet…and sometimes…other areas…she dared not say anything
and simply nodded and headed off to her room, sending a mental apology to her
brother and a look of sympathy to her mother's slipper.
Jazz quickly climbed the stairs and called in Danny's room to give Sam and
Tucker a call and explain that Danny was grounded, not telling them just what
his punishment was to spare Danny having to talk about it outside the home…and
the risk of his many bullies learning even an abridged version of the truth.
She then headed to her room to study and stay away from her mother.
Maddie watched her daughter head up the stairs before getting comfortable once
more and continuing to read her book.
Minutes soon turned into hours, the clock entered the early hours of the
morning and Maddie began to reach the last pages of her book. Within her
slipper, Danny was panting heavily, all this time trapped inside the now
boiling and humid shoe was torture, he had been shrunk at half four in the
afternoon, only his mother knew how long he'd been her toe toy, he was
exhausted. And thirsty…so, so thirsty and so hot.
He looked around, his head rolling to the side, his face pressed into his
mother's second toe, he felt the hot, wet flesh, the vinegary stench now the
air of his world. He felt the sweat, the water of her foot, her foot water. He
craned his neck and began to push his face into her toe, pursing his lips he
began to suck forcefully, the foot sweat thundering into his mouth, he gulped
it down hard and fast, the hot acidic taste, actually tasting divine in his
current mind set, normally he'd revile in horror and hurl up what he drank from
the taste but right now Danny felt as if he could his mother's foot sweat
forever and he never wanted to stop. His dry mouth absorbing the salty,
vinegary liquid.
Outside Maddie felt a slight tingling sensation on her second toe, but she
didn't think much of it, simply squeezing her toes around her son once again.
Hours later, the clock reading 2:30 am Maddie stretched out her stiff limbs,
craning her heels and pressing her son deeper into her shoe as she cracked her
arms, she glanced to the window, eyes widening as she realised just how dark it
was outside and by extension how late it was.
"Well I think it's time we turned in for the night." She chuckled aloud,
placing the book back on the mantle and leaving it there, she quickly headed
back to the lab. She snatched her boots and headed back up the stairs before
heading to the next staircase to head to bed, nipping her son between her toes
as she ascended them, loving how he squirmed, like a tiny massage.
She entered her room, sighing at the empty bed, Jack was out of town for the
next few days at some ghost convention, Maddie opted to stay home to look after
the kids after the whole Pariah incident, better safe than sorry, the last
thing they wanted were there children trapped in the Ghost Zone again without
them to protect them.
She placed her boots beside her bed and sat upon it.
"Okay Danny it's time for bed." She breathed. "But that doesn't mean your
punishment is over." She slipped off her slipper, shuddering as she felt the
cool air caress her hot, moist foot, she wiggles her toes, forcing Danny to
drop from her bare foot, no longer glued by her foot sweat after the motion,
she smiles down at her tiny son, drenched in her foot sweat and stumbling about
the heel of her hot slipper.
Tired as he was, Danny couldn't do anything aside from fall face first into the
imprint of his mother's sole. Maddie bent over, reaching down, she plucked her
tiny son from her slipper and moved him over to the entrance of her boot, with
the other hand she tilted the boot back, she released her hold, the tiny boy
barley gasped as he fell, landing on the sweat soaked rubber and rolling down
the inside, plopping down on the heel of a dry but still stinky insole of his
mother's boot on the heel.
"There." She said, taking off her other slipper, wiggling her toes in the cool
air. "Now you will stay there until morning…and then you will clean the lab
like you should have done in the first place, unless you want to spend the full
weekend as my insole, which will happen if it isn't spotless." Maddie
threatened.
And with that she leaned back and hovered her foot over the boot her son
occupied, wiggling her toes, causing droplets of sweat to rain down on him, not
that Danny did anything to move of the way, just laid there accepting the rain,
some hitting his face and sliding in his mouth, he drank it.
"Sweet dreams Danny." Maddie said in a sing song voice unaware of what had
happened as her toes were 'waving' goodbye.
A/N There's a poll on my account for Lisa's Foot Boy,
***** The Black Rose's Wrath *****
 
Contribution
Title: The Black Rose's Wrath
Author: Balthasar00
Categories: Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds
Characters: Akiza Izinski, Luna
Cameos: Patty
Contains: Rape, Underage, Futanari, Futa on Female, Loli, Enslavement, Mind-
Break, Cock Worship, Inflation, Yuri, Bondage, Penetration, Stripping, Blowjob,
Humiliation, Anal
Note: The following story contains depictions of rape and child molestation. I
do not condone any of the following things in real life and would never attempt
to do anything of the sort. I AM NOT AN IMMORAL ASSHOLE!
This is a fantasy; it is not real and the characters involved are also not
real. If the things I've mentioned are not your cup of tea, I kindly ask that
you leave and NOT hate on something that has no influence on the real world
whatsoever – flames will be ignored.
Tags: futanari, futa on female, underage, loli, non-consensual/rape,
enslavement, mind-break, cock-worship, ahegao/fucked stupid, huge cock,
bulging/inflation, massive ejaculation, outdoor sex
"Your cunt is so tight." - Speech
"It's so big." - Thought
The Duel Academy was a place where everyone was interested in the art of proper
dueling could be enrolled to be a pupil, taught by of some of the most
experienced duelists, to learn and refine their skills under their tutelage, to
one day become legends at the card game that made the world go round.
Though everyone got the same treatment from the staff, no favoritism nor
neglect, there were some special cases among the pupils of this renowned
establishment, who had something unique to them. One such special case was
Akiza Izinski, also known by her infamous moniker 'The Black Rose', because of
her abilities enabling her to summon her plant-type Duel Monsters creatures in
a literal sense. This resulted in more than one unfortunate accident, in which
someone would be unintentionally harmed. Unintentionally; a term which many of
the other students didn't quite believe, when it came to these incidents;
though if it was because of a blatant dislike for the red-haired girl or their
fear of being harmed themselves clouding their judgment, only the boys and
girls themselves knew. Though Akiza desperately tried to learn to keep her
powers in check and control them, the mistrust and segregation did not seize,
leaving the girl hurt and lonely.
Even though she was now, after months of intense practice, able to properly
control her abilities, the constant neglect and continuous insults of her peers
warped her mind and altered her personality. Akiza no longer sought the
acceptance of the other students, nor did she seek to be liked by anyone, she
was transformed into girl – no, a woman – that only cared for herself and lived
for nothing more than herself and her pleasure, whether it came from defeating
someone in a duel, seeing people who mistreated her suffer or other means. The
red-head now intentionally used her powers to harm or threaten others,
relishing in the fear she could induce in her former tormentors and the hurt
she could inflict on them. Some might wonder how she could do such things
without getting reprimanded or expelled, but the truth of the matter was that
nobody had definite proof of her doing any intentional harm. As far as any
official services were concerned they were mere accidents caused by an ability
she didn't ask for, combined with a simple lack of proper safety measures. Thus
the 'Black Rose' could continue her path of vengeance on the fools that were
brave/stupid enough to provoke her in any way.
It was not really an outstanding day compared to others for Akiza, being
ostracized, beating anyone who dared to challenge her without any effort, the
usual. Though besides all that; there was one little thing that let this day be
something more than just average; one little girl to be precise. Luna, a girl
multiple years her junior, made the mistake of making the most-feared woman on
campus her enemy. Luna was a very nice, open-minded and sometimes shy girl, who
had a smile on her face for basically everyone, everyone besides the 'Black
Rose' that is. Though Akiza normally didn't pay children any mind, much less
those who were as meek as Luna, she came across a scene that caused her to
change her mind this once and seek revenge on the little brat, that dared to
bad-mouth her in such a way. Luna had been in a particularly bad mood, as bad a
mood as someone as up-beat as her could be in anyways, having overslept because
of her brother pranking her that morning, making multiple beginner mistakes in
an important test because of her moody state of mind, and then hearing about
the infamous scourge of the academy, Akiza Izinski putting another boy in the
infirmary. After being asked by one of her friends what she thought about the
red-headed menace of Duel Academy, the green-haired girl couldn't hold back and
let all her bad mood flow into her description of what exactly Akiza Izinski
was in her eyes.
"That girl is nothing more than an egotistical, self-righteous, arrogant and
despicable bitch of a human being, that shouldn't be allowed to even be at this
school, since all she does is harm others for her own amusement. Simply put,
she is a monster!" Luna exclaimed loudly, her face having adorned a red hue
from her anger.
Neither her friends nor the silently listening Akiza could believe what the
girl had said. Luna's friends were all baffled by the normally nice and
forgiving girl, being so open about her dislike for someone and even hearing
her curse, something she had never, ever done before. Akiza was perplexed as
well, though for different reasons entirely. She was the best duelist at the
academy, a woman with powers that easily classified her as something better
than any other student or even human in general, she was feared for god's sake;
and here this...this insolent brat dared to insult her in such a humiliating
way, in front of more than just a few other people. That was the moment Akiza
decided that Luna, the one who had offended her so immensely, would receive the
worst punishment she had dished out on someone yet. If she had to be honest, it
fell into place quite nicely, considering she had a certain itch she needed to
scratch. Having the young girl be her involuntary partner for this would be a
great way for her to achieve retribution and satisfy her needs in one go, not
to mention it would be a fitting punishment, with how humiliating the
experience was going to be for the green-haired brat.
The next day would be the day when it happened, Akiza's plan was already in
motion and all she had to do now was to wait. Akiza had threatened a girl in
Luna's class between lessons previously that day and ordered her to tell Leo,
Luna's over-protective brother, that his sister would be spending her day with
her friends and she wouldn't walk the way home with him today. Once that was
taken care of, Akiza would let the terrified girl, after wasting the day away
with Luna; lure the green-haired girl into an obscure alleyway in town, where
the punishment was going to commence. Hours passed, night came, and Akiza was
waiting for her victim to be led to her doom now, having arrived at the alley
about an hour ago and spending her time imagining just what exactly she was
going to do with her prey. Just as planned, moments after Akiza was finishing
her musings, Luna and her friend, Patty, Akiza thought was her name, went on
the small and dark path that was to become the place of Luna's breaking.
"Patty, are you sure this is a short-cut? I'm pretty sure we should've gone the
other way." Luna asked her friend with an unsure and kinda timid voice. The
pig-tailed duelist was skeptical about this being a short-cut and the path
being so dark didn't help her apprehension.
"O-Of course, Luna. Just follow me; I know we're going the right way." The
unsure stutter of the blonde girl was anything but reassuring in Luna's ears,
and her fears of something bad happening came true, when she spotted a certain
red-haired Duel Academy student waiting in front of her and her friend.
"Well done brat, it seems I won't have to send my plants after you. You may go
now. You wouldn't want getting involved in this, would you?" The tone with
which the statement left Akiza's mouth and the smirk that accompanied it was
unsettling for Luna to say the least, and the hurt of betrayal at hearing that
her friend led her here, coupled with the steps of her, which got lighter the
farther she ran away, made the girl's breath hitch and her body freeze.
"Well, aren't you going to try to run away from me? Or are you thinking of
insults you can throw my way instead? No matter, when I'm done with you,
insults will be the last thing on your mind when thinking of me." Just as Akiza
finished the last word, she revealed a card in her hand, the 'Rose Tentacle'
monster card and using her ability to summon her duel monsters in tandem with
her acquired control over the creatures she could call upon, the stunned and
terrified Luna was bound by the plant's vines before she could react. Now the
young girl had vines firmly holding every limb of hers in place, as well as an
extra one that covered her mouth.
"Ah, seeing you like this, bound and helpless, really excites me. Come on girl,
try to scream! Let me hear your pitiful attempts at calling for help, the
desperate wails and pleas for mercy, muffled by my little pet's vines! Seeing
the bitch that you are like this turns me on so much. I'll make you beg me to
stop, only to then go even harder until you beg for more instead."
The alleyway was silent after Akiza finished her proclamation, Luna having
seized her attempts at loosening her bindings and cries for help, in favor of
looking wide-eyed at the woman before her. The green-haired girl was petrified
after hearing what was likely going to happen to her, the point being firmly
driven home the moment Luna saw something sticking out from beneath Akiza's
skirt, that definitely shouldn't be there. Between the red-haired duelist's
legs was a massive boner, which, just going by the looks of it, already was as
hard as a rock and about as long and thick as Luna's forearm; roughly standing
at proud 14 inches. Akiza had a menacing grin etched on her face as she gave
her rod a few strokes. She reveled in seeing her victim's horrified look,
especially since the girl seemed to actually think that this was her fully
erect member already, how preposterous. She was going to enjoy shoving her cock
inside the little bitch, once it reached its full length. When Luna got to
witness the other girl's dick getting even bigger than before, her terror-
induced stun was lifted immediately and she tried to free herself with all her
might, squirming against her bindings so hard she was sure she had started
lightly bleeding at her wrists and ankles, and trying against reason to somehow
be heard with her dulled screams of fear.
Hearing the young duelist's desperate moans of despair and seeing the tears
that started flowing from the girl's eyes were a huge turn-on for Akiza, her
now fully erect member releasing copious amounts of pre-cum, coating itself
with it. The red-head could feel her testicles pumping with abandon, her
orange-sized balls already working overtime to prepare for the copious amounts
of dick-cream their owner was going to pump into the green-haired twelve-year-
old. The horny teenager stalked towards her going-to-be rape victim in a slow
and foreboding stride, knowing that the little brat would gift her with even
more sweet tears as she was confronted with the huge pole of flesh that would
inevitably penetrate her holes without mercy. True to her expectations, Akiza
bore witness to Luna's gradually increasing terror the closer she got. Just
thinking about fucking the child in front of her was driving her crazy with
lust and it took all her self-control, plus her desire for a good show of
misery from the younger girl, to not outright shove her cock into the first
hole that greeted her.
Akiza was anxious to finally be able to have her urges addressed by another,
since even if the green-haired girl before her hadn't given her a reason to
punish her, Akiza was desperate for some real sex nonetheless and grateful for
this opportunity as a result. Masturbating was okay, but besides it paling in
comparison to the real deal, it was incredibly annoying to have to work a dick
of that magnitude with just her own body. A meat pole of over 25 inches in
length and a diameter of more than 5, basically making the red-head's member
have even bigger proportions than her entire forearm – hand included, required
a big load of effort she had to put into her self-induced pleasure. The only
way she could properly pleasure herself, besides the occasional footjob, was
giving herself a boob-job while sucking her cock at the same time. And even
something as great as that can get boring if it's the only, really working way
of scratching that itch and you need release at least five to six times a day;
lest you become completely mad with lust and rape the nearest girl in sight.
Now that Akiza thought about it, she could, and should, have done just that,
considering she was basically going to do it right now, and if push came to
shove she could just use her powers to get out of any bad situation which might
arise. A quick 'Mind Control' card would definitely have done the trick. Of
course she had also tried other means of self-pleasuring, such as using her
powers to summon some of her sexier creatures to be her cum-dumpsters.
Unfortunately for the red-head, even that wasn't enough to truly sate her lust,
as she always hungered for something more exciting, something risky and taboo,
where she could show her true nature. Despite her initial anger at the young
lass for her words, Akiza felt kind of grateful for them in the end, since they
are the reason for the Black Rose finally being able to scratch that particular
itch. It is quite difficult to find something more taboo than raping a twelve-
year-old child after all. Anyway, no need to dwell on missed opportunities; her
days of simple masturbation and unfulfilling sex with Duel Monsters creatures
were going to end tonight. Akiza wanted to relieve her sexual tension and Luna
needed punishment for her insolence, what better way to solve both problems
than making the girl her private cum-dumpster. It's not like the brat had any
say in the matter, since as far as Akiza was concerned, Luna's mouth only had
three notable functions – eating/drinking, proclaiming her love for being a
living sex-toy and being used as part of said sex-toy; and the red-haired
bombshell was planning on making sure that Luna understood this just as much.
After arriving at her destination, Akiza's first action was to remove the
little girl's clothes. Though risky at first glance, since she had to remove
the vines of her plant pet to be able to do so, her actions were well timed and
choreographed, resulting in a show of great precision and concentration while
the red-head removed the different kinds of clothing from the younger girl
without problem. Even the desperate struggles of her prey did nothing to deter
Akiza, nor did it help Luna in any way, as the Black Rose simply used her
superior size and strength to subdue any and all attempts of freeing herself
from her bindings. At the end of it all, Akiza stood in front of a completely
naked Luna, her massive erection twitching in anticipation of what was to come,
while the small girl's clothes were carelessly tossed to the side.
"Although this is supposed to be your punishment, I can't very well rape you
properly if I just destroyed you between your legs; I want to be able to use my
toy more often than just once, after all. So I guess it is in both of our best
interests that you do your best at properly lubing my fat cock up, before I
shove it inside you." Though deceptively sympathetic sounding at first, it was
clear from her expression alone that Akiza only wanted to humiliate the child
in front of her even more, before things started to really heat up, as well as
make sure that it was as pleasurable as possible for herself when she finally
commenced with fucking her prey to kingdom come.
It just wouldn't make any fun fucking the lights out of the green-haired brat,
if she fell unconscious because the non-lubed rod being plunged into her folds
would cause too much pain for the young lass to bear. Akiza wanted to keep her
victim fully awake through it all, see the despair in her victim's eyes and the
tears flowing down her face, knowing she wouldn't be saved from becoming
nothing more than a glorified pocket-pussy for her tormentor. Having the 12-
year-old go through it all fully conscious was also kind of mandatory if she
wanted to successfully break the girl's spirit and make her, her personalized
fuck-toy. So, having said her piece, Akiza shoved her dick in her junior's
face, knowing that Luna would comply and lube the fat cock before her eyes as
best she could, lest she be ripped in two by the sheer magnitude of the thing's
size in conjunction with being improperly prepared for the whole ordeal. And
comply Luna did, as afraid as she was of being hurt even more than was already
certain, she didn't even try to shout out anymore. In her fear Luna licked and
sucked as much of the huge meat-pole as she possibly could, not wanting to
experience what the older girl would do to her if she tried to cry nor wanting
to experience what it would feel like to be filled with not wet enough flesh of
this kind of size. Her terror was so strong, it caused Luna to even lick and
suckle on the red-head's balls, completely forgetting that those won't even
penetrate her, and thus weren't needing any lube. Though taken aback by the
younger girl's unneeded actions at first, Akiza wasn't going to complain about
them; it was feeling quite good after all.
Severely turned on by the display of the young child so desperately pleasing
her cock with her mouth and tongue, Akiza opened her Duel Academy uniform and
began massaging her massive, pillowy tits through her bra's fabric, the cloth
rubbing against her sensitive nipples being a wonderful feeling for the newly-
minted rapist. The red-head was devotedly massaging her soft breasts and
pinching her nipples, while more to the down-low her rape victim was dragging
her small tongue all over the stupidly large cock before her face, occasionally
putting the tip into her mouth and circling her tongue around it in an effort
to please the older girl. Who knows, maybe Akiza would be less harsh on her if
it looked like she was cooperating.
The saliva accumulated by Luna's actions and the pre-cum flowing out of Akiza's
length in abundance, quickly left the meaty rod as wet as it could possibly get
and ready to penetrate the red-head's first target. Although plunging into
young virgin pussy would probably feel like heaven, and the older duelist could
barely wait for the no-doubt amazing feeling, she wanted to make the younger
girl hers in every way. The Black Rose wanted, and needed, to properly drive
the point home that Luna's EVERY orifice was now nothing more than a means for
her to stimulate herself with. Having finished this train of thought, the red-
haired beauty promptly shoved her entire length down Luna's tight throat, the
girl's gagging reflex seemingly being non-existent as her body easily gulped
the huge thing down. Though the young girl normally should have gagged on the
way too big intruder in her throat, it looked like the pig-tailed 12-year-old
was a born slut, with how easily she dealt with being speared on the probably
longest and thickest human cock in the world. No matter how easy it might have
been for the young student to swallow the pleasure seeking appendage, the
average observer would clearly see the outline of the red-head's massive member
on the younger girl's neck and even upper body. A clear bulging and receding
could be seen from the girl's skin whenever Akiza let her cock pump in and out
of her victim's throat; while her massive ball sack was slapping against the
child's chin with each thrust. That last bit was especially pleasing for the
red-headed rapist, as it not only felt wonderful, but also humiliated the pig-
tailed duelist even further.
Speaking of Akiza, the woman's face was a monumental example of how an ahegao
expression had to look like. With how lewdly her tongue hung out, saliva
trickling down her chin, and her half-lidded eyes having partially rolled back
into her head, coupled with a cute blush, it was clear as day that the red-head
was enjoying herself quite nicely while fucking the minor's throat. While Akiza
could be described as the epitome of sex-crazed after coming in contact with
her first real sexual experience with another person, Luna was more on the site
of looking like she was struck. The girl had her eyes as wide as saucers, right
after her body registered being filled with a cock of unnatural size, tears
continuously flowing, out of pain rather than fear now, and a gurgling sound
coming out of her throat that seemed to only turn her violator on even more, if
that was possible; the guttural moans leaving the senior's mouth being even
louder than the gurgling of the other girl. If it hadn't been nighttime
already, in a dark alley that was seldom used even when the sun was still
abroad, Akiza would have had to fear being caught red-handed raping a little
girl in public, with how loud both became through their respective ordeals. Not
that Akiza would have noticed being caught in her current state, much less
cared for being watched as she mercilessly ravaged the body speared on her cock
right now. The only thing that had managed to pass her thoughts, besides how
great raping someone felt, was how stupid she was to wait so long to actually
do it. As far as Akiza was concerned sex was the best thing in the world,
especially if she could combine her love for seeing people who wronged her
suffering with it, just like right now.
It was obvious from the beginning that what Akiza planned on doing to Luna
couldn't be called making love, but even to call it fucking would be an
understatement. The groans and moans of both girls filled the night air,
together with the sloshing sounds of their mingled juices; Akiza's dick's pre-
cum and Luna's saliva, as the red-head plunged in and out of the younger girl's
body. Back and forth Akiza's hips went, alternating between being sheathed up
to the hilt in Luna's oral cavern and pulling out until only the tip was inside
the green-haired duelist's mouth, giving Luna the unwanted opportunity to taste
the copious amounts pre-cum that were leaking from the world's most-likely
largest cock to ever be gifted to mankind, every time she did so. And through
all this, something inside Luna seemed to slowly change.
"I can't believe this is happening to me! Why does it have to be this way, when
everything I ever did was being nice and polite to everyone? My body is going
numb, but why do I get this strange feeling inside of me? It's starting to feel
good. I am being raped and it feels good. Why?!" Luna couldn't even begin to
fathom how it was possible for her to feel good, when she was going through
something that most women viewed as the worst kind of thing that could possibly
happen to someone.
But no matter if she was able to understand it or not, Luna was beginning to
enjoy her current predicament; at least her body did. The green-haired girl was
suffering emotion-wise, feeling completely humiliated and utterly worthless as
she was degraded to a glorified onahole, but her body on the other hand
screamed its desire for more to her, the need to be ravaged even harder and
being transformed into a humanoid sex-toy. Meanwhile the juices, which had
started to flow from the girl's nether region, betrayed her even more as they
trickled out of her cunt and onto the concrete floor. The only thing Luna
thought she could do now, was trying her utmost best to not break under this
kind of pressure, to not give into the pleasure and keep hoping that she will
be saved from this; or if not that she could at least walk away from this and
live her life as her own person instead of Akiza's personal cum-dump.
Completely oblivious to her victim's thoughts, Akiza was getting closer and
closer to her release and her thrusts became even faster as a result –
desperate for the needed relieve. If it couldn't be called that before, the
older girl's rod was definitely worthy of being called a jackhammer now,
pistoning into the small girl's throat with abandon. It just felt so amazing,
having a young girl's tight throat wrapped around her third leg; that the older
girl couldn't begin to think straight while she was experiencing the greatest
sensation she had ever felt.
"I'm going to cum; I'm going to fill you with my precious cock-milk. Take it
all my little fuck-toy, accept your new owner's delicious gift and be filled to
the brim with my semen~!"
Though mostly slurred, Akiza's exclamation was still understandable to the
child's ears and as much as her mind wanted nothing more than for this to end,
her body was eagerly awaiting the glorious white liquid that was the older
girl's cum.
It was only moments after Akiza's lust-filled order for Luna to 'take it all',
that the younger duelist was forced to do just that, as the older one of both
girls came with a loud, sex-crazed moan and began pumping her load into the
child with slow, but strong thrusts – each thrust releasing a cup's worth of
sperm into the minor's womb. Her stomach inflating to proportions normally seen
from women who were pregnant for 3 months - maybe more, Akiza's sperm was
shooting into the pig-tailed girl's body with seemingly no end. When it looked
like Luna's body wasn't able to store any more of the white fluids gushing out
of Akiza's member, said fluids started to flow out of Luna's mouth, around the
humongous appendage that was still firmly lodged in there and creating a
sizable puddle on the ground below.
A few minutes passed before Akiza came down from her orgasm-induced high and
pulled her meat-pole, which was still rock hard and eager for more, out of the
other girl. The red-head smiled wickedly as she inspected her handiwork, a
thoroughly cum-filled slut, while telepathically commanding her plant-type
monster to move the young girl and position her in a way that would enable
Akiza, whose legs felt a bit mushy after her strongest orgasm to date, to fuck
the child's pussy while sitting on the ground; incidentally resting in the warm
sperm puddle she herself had created moments prior. Looks like she would need
to wash her school uniform before going to the Academy next time.
Luna barely even noticed any of this, her mind relatively blank after being
used in such a way. Her eyes were half-lidded and tiny, quiet moans were
escaping her as her body coped with the loss of filling that Akiza's massive
rod provided. The girl seemed to be at the brink of passing out, though if it
was from the strain on her body or from the pleasure she didn't know. Seeing
the current state of her green-haired onahole, Akiza decided to show the girl
just enough mercy to caress her cheek, before promptly destroying the illusion
that action created with her following question.
"Hey. Are you ready for round two? Those tiny pussy lips of yours won't spread
themselves now, will they?" Akiza asked rhetorically as she let her plant pet
guide the girl's vagina on the older girl's rod's tip.
"Please, have mercy. I can't take any more." Luna's voice was hoarse from her
throat being ravaged just moments prior, and she couldn't be sure if the other
girl had even heard her quiet rasp. Luna was so desperate for getting out if
this situation or at least catching a break, that tears started pouring out of
the child's eyes again. The young girl was kind of surprised that she could
still do that, having thought that she was completely dry already, after crying
the entire duration of her torment up until her forced orgasm, which had made
her temporarily unresponsive to the outside world.
If Akiza had heard the green-head's quiet plea, she didn't show it; just as she
didn't show any of the mercy Luna had begged for. In the blink of an eye, the
red-haired rapist had plunged her entire length inside the little girl's
snatch; the sheer magnitude of her cock being enough to not only enter the
child's womb, but going in so deep that the dick's shape created a sizable
bulge sticking out from the twelve-year-old's abdomen, obliterating Luna's
hymen on the way up as if it hadn't been there to begin with. It happened so
fast, not giving the girl any chance to react, that Luna couldn't even muster a
scream after her penetration. She only managed to open her eyes and mouth wide
in shock and let a tiny moan escape her lips. Before the green-haired rape
victim could begin to ponder on whether her moan was caused from pleasure or
pain, Akiza had already placed her hands on the young duelist's hips and
started moving her up and down on her throbbing member. The tight folds that
surrounded her huge cock caused Akiza to instantly fall back into a pleasure-
addled state of mind, caring for nothing more than to use the other girl until
she had completely satisfied her needs and filled the child with so much cum,
that it would start dripping out of all of Luna's orifices like a fountain.
While the red-head was pistoning in and out of the young girl, the older girl's
shaft traveling all the way from Luna's entrance up to and into her womb, both
were adopting their own ahegao faces. Luna was being bombarded with
stimulation, as Akiza's huge cock buried itself inside her not-anymore-virgin
pussy multiple times per second, while simultaneously having the red-head's
testicles slam against her tender butt each and every time it happened. It
looked like Akiza had a great way to live out her sadistic side built into her
very form, having her own ball sack be an automatic slapping tool. Each girl
had their eyes rolled back into their heads, blushes on their cheeks and were
drooling and smiling stupidly into the night sky. It seemed that being used as
a fuck-toy by a woman with a cock the size of the younger girl's thigh, was too
much for the child to bear. Let's take a quick look inside the humanoid
onahole's head.
"So...good.~ Huge Cock...in...my pussy...feels good.~ More,...please...give me
more...COCK!~" The girl's mind had finally given out, even her own thoughts
were nothing more than slurs now. At least the girl managed to utter her
thoughts in a silent whisper while she was being used as a pocket-pussy, so her
brain was still capable of enabling her to do at least that much.
Still, being reduced to a living sex-toy had shattered Luna's mind enough to
morph it in just the way Akiza had wanted it to. Luna's mind had succumbed to
her body's need for more pleasure and transformed her into a cock-craving,
little slut. Though, through all the pleasure the red-haired girl was currently
receiving herself, she didn't even comprehend the young green-head's change
properly and instead opted to just continue ravaging the small body; shoving it
up and down, up and down on her inhumanly huge meat-pole over and over again
with an ever increasing ferocity and pace. These actions were granting Luna
with the exact thing she wanted though, more cock. When Akiza felt her release
nearing a few minutes of merciless pussy-pounding later, she re-doubled her
efforts and began thrusting her hips up with even greater speed than before, to
meet the 12 year-old's body whenever it went down on her cock. This resulted in
both girls reaching new heights, before the red-head began shooting her
enormous load for the second time that night and caused both of their minds to
go temporarily blank in orgasmic bliss. The end result was a girl, which had
yet to hit puberty, being filled with so much cum that you could think she had
been pregnant long enough that the child was due tomorrow; with the sperm
puddle beneath both girls increasing its already admirable size two-fold. If
Luna had had her period already, she would have had to seriously worry about
really getting impregnated by the inhumane amount of semen that had been shot
right into her womb. Not that she could care about that at the moment, with how
fucked-stupid her mind currently was.
It took multiple minutes for the girls to come back to reality, as their bodies
tried to adjust to the first time in their lives that they had experienced this
level of pleasure. It would need some getting used to, but considering Akiza's
plans for her junior; they would both get more than enough practice.
Akiza was pleasantly surprised, when she heard Luna dreamily chanting pleas in
a whisper, as she pressed her face in the older girl's generous cleavage. She
had anticipated the younger girl to break a little later.
"More. Please mistress, give me more. Your toy needs cock, please let your toy
be useful and let it pleasure your magnificent cock." Luna's eyes were glazed-
over while saying this; her new role as Akiza's personal sex-toy being
ingrained in the child's mind, to the point of it being the only reason for the
pig-tailed girl to continue living.
Seeing as the green-haired girl had obviously succumbed to the pleasure and
accepted her new role in life, the red-head released the twelve year-old from
her bindings and send her plant pet away. Afterwards she decided to put her
toy's loyalty to the test and opened her blouse completely, followed by
removing her bra; after which the young girl seemed to get what her mistress
wanted of her and started sucking on the older girl's right breast and
massaging the pillowy appendage with her small hands. Seeing the little girl
seemingly jumping at the opportunity to please her mistress, coupled with the
feeling of said pleasing itself, made the red-haired duelist's cock twitch
inside Luna; the girl moaning in pleasure at her cunt being stimulated again,
even if only lightly.
"I think it's time for me to finally get to the last hole of yours. I can't
properly call you my personal onahole without having fucked your tiny ass, now
can I?" Akiza was saying this more as a notice for Luna than as an actual
question. Besides her not caring if the green-head objected or not, Luna would
probably beg for it herself now anyway.
And cue to the red-haired girl thinking that last bit, Luna actually did just
that.
"Oh yes! Please mistress, please let my loli butt be a good onahole for you and
show this little brat who she belongs to. I was a bad girl and I need to be
punished by mistress." Luna was saying this so fast and eagerly, it almost
wasn't audible anymore. She was looking up at the red-head in anticipation,
still massaging the girl's breast; and for a moment Akiza could have sworn that
Luna's pupils had morphed into little hearts, the school girl's eyes being full
of adoration for the mistress gracious enough to gift her humanoid cock-sleeve
with her mighty rod of flesh.
Akiza didn't need to hear that twice, not even once actually, and slowly pulled
the young lass off her cock, which caused both of them to shiver at the light
stimulation followed by complete loss of pleasurable stimuli. This state was
not meant to last however, as the older girl positioned Luna in front of
herself in a doggy-style pose, the green-haired girl's ass swaying to and fro
in a clear show of Luna's want to have it stuffed full; as well as her arms and
legs resting in the sperm which had accumulated through the first two bouts of
animalistic rape. Though the following technically could not be called rape
anymore, as its victim had been pounded so severely it ended up being a mock-
brainwashing session, it wasn't going to be any less animal-like. It was
actually going to be even more so, considering the girls' current positions.
"This is so dirty. I am basically a dog right now, a bitch in heat standing in
a puddle of my mistress' semen and waiting to get pounded like one, too. I
can't wait to have mistress shove that huge cock into my tiny virgin ass.
Please hurry mistress, your toy is craving to be used!" It would stand to
debate whether or not it really was going to be like a bitch in heat being
fucked. Considering Akiza's massive rod had a size that exceeded even that of
an average erect horse cock, it might be more appropriate to compare it to a
horse couple's mating. It didn't really matter in the end though, at least for
Luna, as long as she got to be the one on the receiving end of said huge hunk
of flesh. Luna's wishes were about to be granted, as Akiza had just finished
placing her cock's tip on the green-head's cute butt-hole, simultaneously
getting a great view at the young pussy she got to fill just a minute ago; big
globs of cum flowing out and dropping from it every now and then, as the small
body in which it was previously confined fought with itself over whether it
wanted to revert to its normal size or keep the precious liquid locked inside.
"Looks like your body is trying to get rid of the sperm I so graciously
bestowed upon you, my toy. Let's fill you up again, shall we?"
"Please fill this little slut to the brim with your glorious cum, mistress. I
promise I'll try my best to keep it all in; my body only needs to get used to
being stuffed full with your essence."
"That's not going to be a problem at all. You will get more than enough
practice in that regard, right now and every single day for the rest of our
lives, beginning tomorrow." Following this statement was the remorseless plunge
forward of Akiza's hips, burying her entire length in the smaller girl's rectum
in one swift motion.
"OH GOD, YES~!" Akiza didn't know if the child-turned-fucktoy's exclamation
came from hearing the promise of more sex in the future or from Luna getting
the rock-hard penis, that she so desperately craved, shoved up her ass, but she
supposed it didn't matter; there was an asshole in need to be ravaged and she
intended to do just that.
If the girls' rough fucking hadn't been accentuated by the wet sploshing noises
of their bodies hitting each other before, it was certainly now. Akiza's form
was wet with sweat and her massive genitalia were covered in the remnants of
her own sperm and her new toy's pussy juices. Every time the red-head's hips
slapped against the younger girl's rectum; the sound of her wet balls hitting
Luna's freshly raped and cum-filled cunt filled the air; the sensation only
adding onto both teenagers' pleasure. Each thrust of Akiza's mighty rod felt
like heaven to both parties involved and the force with which the red-haired
duelist was ramming her meat pole into Luna was enough to even let her heavy,
bountiful breasts bounce up and down through the air in a hypnotic fashion that
would entrance any who came upon the scene. Akiza would have liked to massage
her jiggling jugs, if only her hands hadn't been occupied by the task of
holding the child she was fucking in place. A body of the stature Luna
possessed couldn't have stayed on the ground without aid, while being ravaged
by a prick just short of the size of her entire upper body, after all. Speaking
of the twelve-year-old's ass being penetrated by Akiza's inhuman cock; the
mint-haired girl's torso was trapped in a rhythm of alternating between being
empty and having to reform itself, as it was stretched out by the giant girth
of the invading appendage. The penis' shape was easy to make out on the child's
form, while it traveled through Luna's body; in ways that would make people
question the green-head's borderline supernatural ability to survive the
viscous onslaught of a dick of that magnitude.
No matter the apparent lack of logic in Luna's ability to withstand the fucking
that even an experienced nymphomaniac would most likely die to, the two girls
involved in said fuckfest couldn't care less about insignificant details like
that. Way too far gone were they in their sexual endeavors, to even consider
bothering to think about the heavenly pleasure they were feeling possibly being
labeled as impossible by outsiders. In fact, Luna's current thought process
could probably be best summarized by phrases along the lines of "Cock feels
good!~", since her pleasure-addled mind wasn't even able to comprehend anything
more during the kind of pounding she was receiving. During this continued
assault on her needy buttocks, Luna had let her head fall into the sperm puddle
beneath, having decided to stop putting energy into anything that didn't
actively grant her mistress any pleasure. Still, in its newfound quest for
achieving as many orgasms as it was able to, Luna's body started to act without
said girl even consciously commanding it to; and the child's tongue began
leaving its wet confines in order to eagerly lap up as much of the cum as it
possibly could off of the floor and into the young lass' mouth. To say that
having the flavor of her newly-minted favorite treat flooding her mouth was
making Luna happy was an understatement of the highest order; and even the few
particles of dirt that inevitably found their way into her oral orifice as she
kept licking the stone floor, couldn't dampen the elation she felt. A tiny bit
of dust and the like on her tongue was an easily neglectable sacrifice to make,
for the contentment that her owner's semen provided her with, as it outright
blessed her worthless taste buds with its divinity.
Seeing her new toy so eagerly lapping at her cum on the dirty ground brought
Akiza's lust to a new high and resulted in the red-haired duelist increasing
the pace with which she was ravaging the little girl's butthole, to the point
where Luna's tiny form couldn't even properly register whether it was currently
filled or not anymore. Even the heavy ball sack of Akiza's pounding Luna's
pussy lips repeatedly was practically distorted visually, as the balls got
slammed against the moist pussy over and over again like a blur. The mint-
haired lass was basically trapped in an endless cycle of being filled with an
inhumanly huge cock, because of the fast movements of said dick simply being
too quick for her mind to process them correctly. And so, as Akiza continued
ramming her member into the younger girl's form, her eyes becoming a bit teary
from getting so close to release without it actually being achieved quite yet,
Luna's mind began to simply shut down. Instead of her inner voice repeating 1-
phrase mantras about how amazing being raped felt, her brain became completely
blank. The school girl's eyes rolled into the back of her head so much they
were hard to even make out anymore and the licking up of excess semen had
stopped too; Luna's tongue just getting dragged along the floor by her face's
motions now, as it swayed back and forth with each of the red-head's hip's
thrusts. The one, only thing the green-haired fucktoy managed to still
accomplish in her current state was the stream of low, nigh silent moans
escaping her mouth, as her body seemed to use that action as some kind of
reflexive action to inform its mistress of her still being alive.
While Luna had already gone off to bliss-city, Akiza was still desperately
ravaging the other student's ass, in search of the, no doubt, great orgasm she
steadily worked towards. The 12 year-old's rectum clamped onto its intruder as
tightly as a vice, as the 'Black Rose' let her rod glide along its surface; and
finally, after what felt like an eternity, Akiza felt the sweet release bubble
up inside her balls, shooting through her shaft and right into the child that
she had basically impaled with it. The pleasure Akiza was feeling at that
moment could only be described as otherworldly, the sensation being powerful
enough to force her to bend over and lie atop the girl she had been fucking up
until now. And as Luna was getting filled with another bucket-load of sperm,
her empty head only managed to command her bodily functions in a way to lowly
squeak in pleasure, before finally succumbing to it and falling unconscious –
with a big, goofy smile plastered onto her face; truly fucked stupid. Akiza
will probably have to erase Luna from everyone's memory, because of the girl
most likely never being able to function normally again. The little minx would
probably scream to be penetrated again the moment she woke up. The horse-cocked
girl eagerly postpones this dilemma to later though, currently being pre-
occupied with the last bit of pleasure she was feeling at that time – the load
of semen she had shot into her cum-dump being pressed out of said dump's body
because of Akiza's own form weighing down on it; this of course resulting in a
steady flow of cum massaging her balls as it traveled past.
Akiza would continue wallowing in her orgasmic high for the rest of the night;
an unconscious, 12 year-old girl, that she had been raping for the last hour or
two, being pressed into a humongous puddle of jizz, as her head got nuzzled
into the area in between the red-head's tits. Akiza was smiling, being elated
at the first time she had truly been satisfied; with her cock finally reverting
back to its flaccid size of 10 inches – her balls having been emptied for the
first time in her life.
***** Kari's Giant(ess) Playground *****
Contribution
Title: Kari's Giant(ess) Playground
Author: Balthasar00 + RoyalBlood36
Categories: Digimon
Characters: Kari
Contains: Foot Fetish, Sock Fetish, Giantess, Cruel/Playful Giantess,
Gore, Death, Foot Crush, Butt Crush, Vore, Underage, Lolicon
It was an absolutely mediocre Thursday morning. The air was thick with morning
drowsiness as the townspeople muddled about on their way to the jobs they
worked at every day, oblivious to the world around them. There was no
consideration of their actions, no threat or happiness or any emotion really.
It was just the daily drag, derated people scrapping by, longing for the not so
distant relief of the weekend. On this particular week however, the savior from
the boredom of everyday life came a little early - and it wasn't a day. It was
a 40 meter (131 foot) tall, 8-year-old girl.
Kari had no idea how she got here, or even where here was. She just woke up
here - on the outskirts of some sort of town in a rather flat, hot, and
unassuming landscape. She didn't seem too concerned however, for whatever
reason. She just felt kind of, well, playful.
It took a few moments for her mind to register that she was absolutely
ginormous. She didn't know if she was huge or if the little buildings at her
feet were just tiny; but did it really matter, though?
She was dressed in her usual attire - a yellow tank top, bright pink leggings
and shirt; with wavy brown hair that came to just above her shoulders. The only
difference she could tell was the absence of her shoes - she wore only her
grimy socks, which had once been white but were now discolored with sweat and
gunk. She could smell them even from the 40 meter distance between her feet and
face, though that didn't bother her at all. She enjoyed the feeling of air
washing between her toes and how it let their stench waft into her nostrils.
Finishing her short bout of admiring her feet's smell, Kari focused her
attention on her surroundings again.
The town spread out across the ground below her. It was no city, but it was by
no means a small town. The tallest buildings she could see were a few church
steeples and an office building in the distance, the tallest of which was about
two stories taller than her.
As a cool breeze tore past her ears, she realized that the town below was
almost completely silent. She could clearly see hundreds of individuals in the
streets closest to her, who stopped dead in their tracks upon witnessing her
giant form towering over their home town, staring up in horror at the humongous
girl. Many of the cars seemed to have stopped as well, some of them having
crashed into each other out of their drivers' confusion and fear.
She simply stood for a moment, observing the horrified faces of the citizens at
her feet. Then, without a word or thought of the consequences, she took a step.
Her left foot landed on a white Sedan, completely consuming it and grinding it
against the pavement, which groaned and cracked. She could feel the metal poke
and tickle her sweaty foot as the car crumbled, and a small splash of blood as
the driver within was crushed. Without even caring she forced her foot down
harder, utterly flattening the Sedan and creating a small crater in the street.
Between the crunches of metal and cracking of concrete, her ears detected
another sound. She raised her foot, showing it off to the rest of the street.
People everywhere were screaming and fleeing for their lives now, as the area
around her swiftly descended into chaos.
She relaxed her foot and, after a moment, grabbed it with her hand so she could
examine it. Her sweaty, pungent sock had been stained with a variety of new
flavors - gasoline, motor oil, and shards of glass from the car; and, just
below her big toe, a thick, bright red liquid. Blood.
Kari set her foot back on the ground, after studying the results of her
actions. It felt good as it sunk into the pavement and the smell of sweat,
mixed with blood on her soles was simply amazing. With a playful smile on her
face, she decided she liked being a giantess and set off down the street.
At first it was mostly just abandoned cars along the side of the road. They
crunched and caved in with little force, though not without enjoyment as Kari
giggled each time she smothered one into the pavement. A few lucky steps hit
cars still containing people, who were hiding inside - she could tell whenever
she felt their bones crunching under the collapsing metal constructs, and their
warm blood oozing out of the cracks and staining her socks. She made sure to
grind these particular ones extra hard, intent on squeezing out every last
drop.
She meandered down the street for a little while, crushing cars and
occasionally knocking over a streetlight. Most of the one story buildings and
shops lining the road were dark, bereft of inhabitants and of no interest to
her yet.
Before long, she began to catch up with the crowd of people fleeing from her in
the streets. Between the accidents and the tremors coursing through the ground
with each of Kari's steps, escape by car was hopeless; and it seemed many
people tried to outrun her on foot. This proved to be a tragic mistake however,
as to Kari they were simply targets out in the open.
She lifted her foot in the air, and brought it down hard on a fleeing woman.
This time, there was no crunch of metal, but rather the shattering of bone. The
woman exploded into a shower of slimy red paste and goop, most of which was
consumed by her sock, which had turned into a magnet for blood. Her bones
disintegrated as they were ground into the pavement, and her organs simply
burst under the pressure. When Kari raised her foot, most of what was left was
now stuck to her sweaty sock, only adding to the stench.
As if the rampant stomps and screams weren't enough of a giveaway, the tiny
people fleeing from Kari also had another clue to her presence – the distinct
smell. Her socks had already reeked of sweat when she began her rampage, but
now there were a whirl of new odors smeared into the mix- Ground cement, motor
oil, gasoline, and blood. Lots and lots of blood. To the people at her feet it
was an absolute hell to endure as they scrambled to escape becoming part of the
mix. To Kari, however, it was an absolute joy. The stench filled the entire
street and the morning breeze spread it all over the town, occasionally even
all the way up to her nose. Sometimes, after a particularly gory kill she would
stop just to smell her feet, her eyes fluttering as her nose took in the smell
of hundreds of people now turned to paste on the bottom of her stinky, sweaty
socks.
After walking for a few minutes, she found herself in a large intersection and
discovered a fairly large, bright one story brick building with a grassy
playground behind it - a daycare center. Kari was overjoyed at this great find.
As she walked over to the playground she realized that there were at least 30
kids playing on the equipment, who up until then had been completely oblivious
to her rampage.
"Ooh, I wanna play!" She announced, her voice booming through the streets and
many of the children covering their ears at the loud noise. She took a few
steps forward, crushing the chain link fence surrounding the playground under
her socked sole with ease and positioned herself with her backside to the
daycare center.
"Hmmm... I guess I'm a little big..." She said, looking down at the terrified
children, who were too scared to even move.
Without warning she simply let her butt drop down, sitting down on top of and
utterly obliterating most of the daycare center. The earth seemed to shake for
a moment as her rear came crashing through the roof behind her, causing most of
the building to collapse around her butt and killing anyone caught inside.
Adults, children, it didn't matter in the face of giant 8-year-old girl's rear
and literal tons of debris falling on top of them and flattening the lot like
insects.
After a moment, the dust cleared and she turned her focus back to the
playground in front of her. The equipment consisted of a small swing set to her
right, a large red and blue tower with several platforms and a bright green
slide in front of her, and a sandbox to her left. Most of the other kids were
either climbing on the large platform in front of her or standing on the ground
staring at her in confused horror. One boy, holding a bright red kickball, was
clearly frozen in the middle of a game.
Before they could react, Kari reached out and grabbed 5 kids from the sandbox
in her hand, clutching them tightly and pondering on their fate. Remembering
how she loved the smell of her filthy socks and how satisfying it felt to rub
and massage her feet, she peeled back the outer rim off her left sock and
dropped all five of the kids into the damp, dark pit that she had created. They
tumbled down her ankle and to the bottom of her foot with a few muffled cries
and landed in a pile, wedged between her foot and her sock. Letting her sock
snap back into place, she felt the children squirming against her sole. Their
futile efforts felt ticklish, which only caused Kari to giggle and squeeze her
foot. She slowly inhaled the sweaty, bloody stench and continued to rub her
feet. Before long she was breathing heavily and began slowly licking her foot.
She could feel the bodies of the children squirming as she massaged her foot,
while her tongue was gliding over their fabric-covered, tiny frames and tasting
the saltiness of blood and her sweat. She was soaking her socks with her
saliva, as well as fresh loads of sweat that flowed out of her sole's every
pore. She was nearly overwhelmed in the heat if the moment, barely able to tear
her face away from her foot for even a moment; pausing her eager smelling to
reach out for another handful of kids. She grabbed another 5 stupefied
children, who had just been standing around and watching her show. This time
she placed them inside her right sock. She lowered her head to the ground as
she lapped at her feet like a dog, quickly becoming so overcome by her want to
experience the flavor more intensely, that she nearly sucked her entire right
foot inside her mouth, the appendage being shoved inside her oral cavern up to
its heel. Her taste buds pulsated with glee as they absorbed every drop of
blood and sweat, smothering her tiny victims between her wet sole and saliva-
drenched sock's fabric. Even from inside her mouth she could hear their muffled
screams of terror and swore she could even taste their salty tears as they
bawled their eyes out in fear. Her eagerness for a more intense taste, to drive
this experience to the max, was so great, that Kari put too much force into her
tongue's movements for the little children to handle. The massive hunk of flesh
compressed two of the children that were trapped inside her sock into a bloody
paste like they were nothing; though you could argue that to Kari, they really
were. The third one followed right after, as the tongue travelled over her
socked sole and let her victim experience what getting driven over by a
steamroller would probably feel like. As this carnage was going on in her
mouth, on the outside her eyes fluttered and her nose flared with every little
whiff of blood she took and each death and cry of fear she caused let a tingle
of pleasure course through her body. She sucked her foot like a lollipop,
massaging it with her lips and tongue as her foot slid in and out of her mouth,
mimicking an action that Kari would definitely be considered too young for by
most people.
Eventually she slid her right foot out of her mouth completely, said appendage
dripping with saliva, stained with a fresh load red juice and tickled by the
tiny, yet still ongoing squirming of the two still living children trapped in
her sock; and replaced it with her left. She gave her other foot an equally
glorious massage, before lathering it with her tongue like she did the other,
coating it in saliva and doing her best to try and suck every drop of sweat and
blood into her greedy maw. The children in her left sock were just as terrified
as their friends had been, their screams echoing around the dark cavern behind
her lips. And just like with her right foot, Kari was way too eager in her
endeavor to satisfy her thirst for sweat and blood to hold back her tongue's
overwhelming force and carelessly murdered another pair of young children by
compressing them into minced meat against her sweaty sole.
After a full 10 minutes of sucking and worshipping her feet, she finally took
her left foot out of her mouth and placed both it and its right counterpart on
the ground. It seemed that at least a few of the children had survived the
waterboarding of saliva and violent tongue crushing inside her mouth, as she
could still feel helpless squirming on the bottom of both her feet. Ignoring
her little toys for the time being, she took a moment to survey the playground
again. Most of the children still had not moved from their original positions,
frozen in fear to the point that their bodies didn't even shake; only the tears
flowing down their cheeks and the occasional whimper let the giantess know that
these kids were even alive still. Wordlessly, Kari stood up, the children still
trapped in both of her socks being crushed instantly - only however this time,
because they were inside her socks instead of under them, she could actually
feel absolutely every minute detail. Each of their bones shattered in
synchronized fashion, as their flesh stretched and tore under the pressure,
spilling warm blood across her soles once again. Organs burst, fluids leaked
everywhere and each part of their bodies was ground into a gory paste. Every
bit of her bare sole was soaked in salty blood, much of it bleeding through her
sock to mix with the pool of saliva still clinging to the cloth This was bliss!
Crushing people under giant soles was fun before, sure; and it even felt nice
as well. But this level of detail that Kari could feel this time; it had been
like slow motion, with every step towards death her victims took being another
rush of pleasure for the massive child.
Kari wanted to feel more of this, much more. While Kari was musing to herself
about this new, higher level of fun and pleasure she had discovered, still,
none of the remaining children managed to move. Again, without saying another
word, Kari lifted her foot off the ground and moved it diagonally to her right,
wiping the swing set out of existence. Tremors coursed through the earth as
Kari's foot impacted the ground again, knocking all of the children off their
feet and onto their butts. At this point a few of those children finally tried
to get back to their feet and run, but it was useless now – they had waited too
long and wasted their opportunity for escape. Another hard stomp and the
platform plus slide crumbled effortlessly, being compacted like it was paper.
This move ended without casualties, but at least 10 kids were caught in the
chaos, most of them being wedged between her toes and some trapped inside the
now twisted metal surrounding Kari's humongous foot as the crushed remains of
what once was a construction to inspire happiness in children of all ages. A
few really unlucky ones had gotten impaled by the sharp metal poles and wooden
planks. Nobody died because of the stomp itself, but that didn't mean there
wouldn't be corpses amongst the debris. Concerning the lads and lasses
occupying the space between Kari's toes, those were easily taken care of by the
girl crunching aforementioned digits together and letting the children explode
in showers of blood and gore; making her sock look as if red had been its
original color, with there being white splotches covering parts of it, despite
it being the exact opposite. The almost immeasurable amount of children trapped
amongst the rubble surrounding her sock-clad foot meanwhile got to be erased by
our young giantess twisting her limb and grinding them into the dirt, leaving
nothing but red streaks on the ground.
One last step in the center of the playground was enough to finish off the rest
of the kids and like that the grounds were empty. The building sat in ruin, and
the playground was absolutely flattened. Kara hardly looked back, focusing only
on more ways to worship her glorious feet and play with the rest of her toys.
As she steered her rampage back onto the busy town streets, she realized that
unlike the beginning of her rampage, hundreds of people were now trying to
escape her adventure by car. This created a traffic jam a mile long as Kari
observed hundreds of cars filling the streets bumper to bumper, desperately
inching along in an effort to outrun her. And with the sight of a panicked
traffic jam came the sounds - blaring horns, screeching tires, desperate
shouting and all around just pure chaos. With ears almost two feet tall, Kari
absolutely couldn't stand the sheer bombardment. The screams alone were music
to her ears, but running engines and horns were definitely not on her list of
things she liked to listen to. Within seconds she was absolutely enraged by the
traffic jam and immediately began stomping on cars left and right. At first she
didn't even pause to savor the crushing of the tines inside - the one upside to
a traffic jam was that every car was occupied after all. Sometimes she would
stomp too hard, which only seemed to set off several car alarms in the streets
around her; that only made her anger grow. Her feet rained down like thunderous
hammers crushing two cars at once, grinding them flat into the road, before
immediately moving on to the ones in front of them.
Thankfully for her the town had fairly narrow streets and her feet together
spanned the whole width of most avenues; meaning she could swiftly and
effectively terminate every car in each street as she toured the town without
effort. Unbeknownst to her in her fit of rage, the gallons of saliva still
stuck to the bottom of her feet acted like a magnet towards everything that her
soles touched, picking up debris, car parts, broken glass, blood and even
mangled body parts. Desperate commuters caught one last pungent whiff of blood,
saliva and salty sweat wafting through their windows before being crushed in
seconds under the largest and smelliest feet ever to walk the world. Kari
didn't even think about making things more enjoyable by removing her socks
anymore, so into just ending this incessant, obnoxious noise was the giant mass
murderer.
Little by little as she tore down each road one by one, the noise and chaos of
the hasty evacuation began to die down. Once she decided she had wrecked enough
havoc and brought the noise level down to a reasonable level, her anger washed
away and her playful attitude began to return. There were still enough cars
desperate to get away from her, and she decided there was no reason not to have
a little fun with them, that was the sole reason for them even being around
after all. They were her toys and despite them having been a nuisance for some
time a couple moments ago, she still intended to use the remaining ones the way
they were intended to be.
She found her way to a fairly large untouched intersection, packed with stalled
cars. A few panicked drivers abandoned their vehicles the second they saw her,
but she wasn't about to just let them get away. Using her left foot as a broom,
she stomped hard on two cars on the far edge of the intersection, feeling
several inhabitants pulverized between her toes as she did this.
She then began to sweep the rest of the cars into the middle of the
intersection, dragging them into a nice sized pile in the center. She repeated
the process on the other three sides of the intersection, knocking over the
traffic lights and dragging all of the cars along the road until they were
piled on top if each other in the center. Anyone who had left their vehicle was
either swept away by her foot and rammed into the mangled mess of cars, their
now broken bodies squirming in pain or pushed over and ground to mush under the
gigantic, moving sole. The people who had stayed inside their cars on the other
hand just hung on for dear life, hoping against hope that the monster outside
would somehow miss them in her rampage.
Once she had successfully piled all of the cars on top of each other, she
flicked her hand through her hair and took a seat on top of an insurance office
on a street corner. Her rear went right through it of course, and she landed
with a resounding thud on the ground, nothing but a pile of rubble now being
compressed under her butt cheeks, with the odd human getting crushed amongst
the debris, their plan of sitting this one out inside and hoping that Kari
would just walk past them coming to bite them in the ass – well, more like
Kari's ass making them bite the dust. Despite her initial surprise at her seat
crumbling beneath her form, Kari, without missing a beat, reached onto the top
of the pile and picked out an old station wagon. Holding the car upright in her
left hand, she used her index finger and thumb on her right hand to rip the
flimsy roof right off the wagon. She turned the car upside down and dumped the
contents onto her right hand, revealing four people. It was a family of Asian
descent, with a mother, father, a boy and a girl. The boy appeared to be around
10 years old, maybe a year or two older, his sister being half his age at most.
Seeing their predicament, the family huddled together in sheer dread.
She tossed the now empty station wagon to the side, where it landed with a hard
clatter and the sounds of shattering glass. Her first victim was the boy; she
used her free hand to peel off both of her socks, still dripping with blood and
grease and covered in sweat and various filth from her rampage as they were.
Kari wiggled her now freed toes, spreading the sweat and blood that was coating
them, as well as the torn and crushed corpses of the poor children she had
murdered maybe half an hour earlier, around and displaying the gruesome sight
to the people who were currently awaiting their own torturous demise.
She took a short moment to smell her stinking socks again, before laying one of
her socks flat on the road, still oozing with muddy, red and grey liquids. She
then plucked the boy off of her hand, and to the absolute horror of his parents
placed him on top of her sock, near the edge. She made them watch in helpless
fear as she began to roll her sock up into a burrito of smelly cloth, with the
boy caged inside like a sock mummy; ultimately leaving him to suffocate from
the goopy stains of blood , gasoline and saliva from various parts of her
rampage. Kari was really happy that he didn't pass out from the smell, although
it also surprised quite a bit. Now she could listen to the music that were his
horrified screams as he slowly succumbed to his prison's vile stench and died
like the worthless maggot he was.
The girl came next, as Kari gleefully stripped the children from their helpless
parents and forced them to watch their excruciating deaths. Remembering how
good the little kids from earlier had felt on her soles, she placed the girl
down on the road, directly between her feet and only meters away from her
brother's corpse. She stood on the road crying softly and making no attempt to
escape, it's not like she could if she tried and the girl knew this. Offering
no time for goodbyes, Kari slammed her soles together with the girl in between,
and felt her insides splatter everywhere in a sheer explosion of viscera and
red liquid. Some of the blood spewed upwards like a fountain, raining down on
her ankles. Other pools of blood trickled out at the sides of her feet and
oozed out between her toes, leaking salty red fluids and chunks of flesh onto
the street. Between her soles was now nothing but a glorified pancake of a
human being, squeezed and bust into an almost unrecognizable paste of bone
fragments, severed and torn organ tissue and a seemingly never ending stream of
blood.
Returning her focus to her hand, she grabbed the father between two fingers and
held him up to her face. Studying him up close, the older Asian man seemed to
be in shock - his face being as pale as a ghost's and his lips twitching
uncontrollably. Looking the puny man over, she felt her stomach rumble.
Figuring what's the worst that could happen, she leaned over and bit his head
off. His neck erupted like a sprinkler of blood, and she could hear his
mourning wife screaming from her palm. Inside her mouth she chewed his
decapitated head to bits in seconds, and was pleasantly surprised at how
satisfying it tasted. Without even having swallowed his shattered head's
remains, she reached out for another bite, ripping off his torso. His upper
body had significantly more taste to it as she devoured his heart, stomach and
kidneys, along with his crunchy bones and the blood to wash it down. Each part
had its own distinct crunch followed by a unique taste, from hard and crunchy
to sweet and smooth. It only took a few chews to completely rip his body apart,
but the taste was truly sensational. She eagerly devoured his legs right after,
swallowing them within seconds and raising the woman to her lips the moment she
was done with her tasty husband. Unlike the father the mother was crying
hysterically, that was until Kari bit her top half off at least. The woman's
legs collapsed in her hand as she consumed her upper body, sucking every tasty
bit of organ tissue and nutrient rich blood out that she could. After just a
moment of enjoying the flavor of the dead woman on her tongue, she finished off
the legs with another bite and took a moment to relax afterwards. It really was
awesome to eat people, if she had known that before, she'd have eaten some of
her earlier victims too.
The blood and gore, both coating the bottom of her feet and filling her mouth,
was unlike any sensation she had ever experienced in her life. Living in the
moment, she grabbed another car from the pile - a green pickup truck yielded
one elderly man, who she quickly devoured in two bites, relishing his pleas for
mercy as they morphed into screams of pain while he died. Next, a couple in a
hybrid of whom she bit both heads off at once. Each time she finished off a
meal, she simply tossed the car aside and reached for another, keeping a steady
supply of food coming. Her mouth practically couldn't keep up with her hands,
as she washed her mouth in blood, devouring two people per minute at least. The
sensation of biting a person in half, sucking every ounce of their flavorful
filling out of them with her tongue and chewing the bodies was nigh
overwhelming in its pleasantness; each person had a slightly different taste,
and each car was like opening a box of candy. Her victims all tasted wonderful
on her tongue, felt great while she chewed them up and let them glide down her
throat as she swallowed their remnants to boot; not to mention the kick she got
out of it with each person she killed; a truly magnificent treat, that made
Kari feel like a real goddess, one that Kari vowed to gift herself with every
mealtime from now on.
After nearly half an hour of biting people to bits and eating them up like
sweets, she had devoured the entire car pile's inhabitants, her stomach now
satisfied, for the moment at least. However, she wasn't quite done yet. The
sock bundle with the boy inside of it, still lay next to her blood soaked feet.
She reached out and picked it up, bringing it to her face. A good whiff of the
bloodied, sweat and saliva soaked sock was enough to get her mind rolling, and
she slowly began to open her mouth. Drops of sweat coated her lips as she slid
the entire rolled up sock into her mouth, her taste buds gleefully beckoning
the salty taste to grace them again and her eyes becoming half-lidded at the
strong aroma. With the entirety of the sock/dead boy bundle in her mouth, her
tongue got to work. She coated the whole thing with her saliva, while
simultaneously letting her tongue glide over every blood stain she could find,
her taste buds practically flaring up in delight each time her tongue made
contact with another of those sweet spots. Suddenly remembering the boy inside,
she began to compress the bundle with her gigantic tongue. As the sweaty fabric
began to squeeze, she could feel a solid mass inside, and delivered all of the
pressure she had available. Suddenly she felt a crack inside the sock bundle
and a salty warm liquid began to ooze out. She compressed the sock as much as
she could possibly manage inside her mouth and felt the boy's body seemingly
disintegrate completely between the folds of her sock, as blood and sweat oozed
out of the sock, creating somewhat of a gory cocktail of which Kari savored
every last drop. She let out a quiet moan through her closed lips and scrunched
her toes together in delight. The body of a man who had originally tried to
escape her attempt to pile all those cars together was very unlucky and was
caught under Kari's right pinky toe. His head burst as she scrunched her toes
out of pure joy.
She didn't know how long she sat there, simply extracting every salty drop of
blood and sweat from the sock roll in her maw, before she finally took it out
of her mouth. She set her saliva soaked sock down next to its twin on the
street as she took a moment to lick the bloody remains off of both of her feet,
as a desert to her departed brother. Once she had licked her filthy, odorous
and bloody feet as clean as she could, she put both of her socks back on and
stood to her full height once more. She spent a few moments flattening some of
the discarded cars that had housed some of her victims, before quickly getting
bored and moving on. It just wasn't the same without someone dying inside.
Kari wandered the streets and crushed a few empty cars in hopes of getting the
occasional one with a passenger left in it, but generally found the town to be
devoid of life. At first she was disappointed and considered abandoning the
town in search of another. However, she was just about to flatten a pickup
truck when a flurry of flashing red and blue lights just a few streets away
caught her eye. It seems the police finally decided to intervene – way too late
to be of any use to the people that had once lived here before getting
slaughtered by the 8-year-old giantess; but still early enough to get murdered
themselves and Kari was more than happy to do just that. The lights weren't
moving, though. It appeared they had set up some sort of blockade for her. She
carelessly crushed the empty pickup truck and set off to investigate.
As she strolled down the street, towards the flashing lights, the scene became
clearer. There were three police cars parked across the width if the road. She
also counted 7 officers accompanying them. Perhaps they were the only men brave
enough to stand up to her, or perhaps it really was the town's entire police
force. She didn't care in the end, though - either way, they were all about to
die a painful death and her feet were about to feel very happy.
As she approached the blockade one of the officers yelled into a megaphone.
"HAULT.! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. REMAIN-"
He stopped talking when she continued to advance. Even from a good distance
away, she could see his face grow pale.
"FIRE! FIRE NOW!" He shouted.
The sound of gunfire exploded throughout the street as all seven officers fired
upon her. The bullets bounced off her skin like rubber. They were of no real
danger to her, but they still hurt.
"Hey, you little-" She yelled, stopping for a moment and shielding her face
with her hands.
"KEEP FIRING!" The officer with the megaphone commanded.
"Alright that's it!" Kari declared, raising her foot into the air as high as
she could.
Within the blink of an eye she brought it crashing down into the street full
force, creating the strongest quake yet. Her foot went completely through the
road and into the earth below, causing a sewer pipe to burst and spew water
onto the road. Simultaneously the gunfire stopped, as all of the officers were
swept clean off their feet. With a dangerously angry look on her face, Kari
stormed over to the little blockade. It only took a few steps to reach them,
and she came to a halt with a massive stomp that flattened the lead police car
with an explosion of glass and metal. One of the officers to her left attempted
to stand back up, gun raised, but before he could even think of regaining his
balance, she reached out with her left big toe and pinned him to the ground. He
dropped his gun as his body was pressed flat against the pavement, giving a
weak cry of pain. She slowly began to press more weight onto his chest, feeling
his ribs crack and his chest give way. He have one last halfhearted wheeze
before his torso burst and his eyes exploded out of his skull, showering blood
over her sock and the pavement underneath.
The sound of another gunshot rang out from her right, and then another. Bullets
bounced off her hip as she turned to see that four of the remaining six
officers had gotten back to their feet and were shooting at her yet again. One
cop was laying on the road clutching his chest, clearly injured and the other,
the one with the megaphone simply seemed to be in shock.
Kari took a step forward toward the four officers shooting at her. Her foot
landed on the injured man with satisfying pop, though she didn't acknowledge
it. The four cops were backing away now, clearly in terror. She took another
step. One of them ran out of ammo and dropped his gun to the ground. The other
three fired desperately as she took another small step toward them. The
policemen continued to back away, but they were running out of room between
them and the buildings on the side of the road. She took another small step and
crushed the closest man. His companions could hear the split second muffled
cry, abruptly cut off by the grinding of bone and the bursting of organs. Blood
oozed onto the pavement for the umpteenth time that day. The stench from her
socks and feet alone was nearly overwhelming and the literal weight of her
giant strides only added to that feeling. She took another step, hard this
time. Two of the three remaining men vanished underneath her soles, meeting the
same fate as the rest of the people that came before them and leaving only
bloodstains on the ground and adding onto the ever growing mass of blood and
flesh caking Kari's gigantic, socked feet. The last of the standing cops tried
to back up further, but tripped and fell onto his backside, dropping his gun in
the process. He made a scramble for the weapon, but it was in vain. She hovered
her foot just above him for a moment, before attacking with her toes. She
wrapped her toes around his body, pushing him against the pavement and grinding
him up like sausage. Her toes scrunched together, pressing the blood out of him
and spilling his guts and severed bones onto the sidewalk. She enjoyed this
kill especially, pulverizing and churning his body between her toes for a good
amount of time.
When she was finally done with the remains of the man between her toes, she
turned back to the last remaining cop. The officer with the megaphone was a
rather plump man, currently lying flat on the street and pale as a ghost. He
stared blankly back up at the giantess, having witnessed the fates of his
companions and dreading to imagine his own.
As he watched, she carefully took her right sock off and dropped it to the
ground next to her. She then reached her big toe out toward the man in the same
fashion as she had done when crushing the first cop - only this time her
toenail was exposed. She pressed the massive blade against his waist, wasting
no time and digging into his flesh. The man let out a howling scream as she dug
her massive toenail into his body, chopping his form cleanly in half. He
screamed like a madman as the nail went through his waist. She then pressed her
toe flat against the pavement, crushing his legs and leaving his top half
wailing for mercy. She let him scream for a few moments, before finally bending
down and plucking his top half off the ground. He was bleeding profusely and
near unconscious as she raised him up to her face, but he could definitely
still see as she dropped him into her mouth. She finished him off in four chews
- a nice little treat of blood, a crunchy skull and his soft, juicy heart.
Every single one of these bugs deserved to die, if it meant that Kari could
have some fun and/or get something tasty to eat out of it; but this nasty
maggot was just so annoying that killing him as cruelly as she did was just so
satisfying on more levels than the ones she had murdered the other people for.
She swallowed his remains with a decisive gulp, and looked back down at the
blood-coated road, as her playful demeanor was temporarily replaced by a cruel
grin of satisfaction. She slowly reached down to put her sock back on, taking
her time to admire the view, taste and smell. When she was finished, she
crushed the two remaining police cars with a crunch and set off once more on
the never ending quest to please her feet and stomach.
***** Yugioh Nitro Dragon Girl Domination *****
Chapter by kellym01
Contribution
Second Person
Title: Yugioh Nitro Girl Domination
Author: VarnocYugioh
Categories: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: OFC, You
Contains: Feet, femdom, forced foot worship
Both of you had 3000 life points left. Your opponent activated his trap Aeon
Laser cannon.
"With this card we both take 3000 points of damage." He said.
"That means it'll be a draw." You told him.
"Not if I play this." Your opponent said, revealing his other trap card, Aeon
Rations. "This will only cause me to lose 2000 life points, meaning I win."
"I can't believe I lost." You said to yourself.
The figure chuckled and said "Nitro, I need you," While he held up a card.
Suddenly a young girl came out of the card. She looked like she was wearing a
dragon cosplay.
"What is it?" She said.
The figure pulled down his hood revealing his face. He was a young man with
brown eyes and brownish hair.
He said "You remember that little talk we had?"
"Of course." The dragon replied. "How could I forget?"
"Well…" The man began. "He's all yours." As he pointed to you.
"Really? This will be fun." Said the girl as she turned to you with an evil
grin that sent shivers down your spine.
The man walked away leaving the two of you alone. Now you were scared. You had
no idea what she was going to do to you.
She walked to you and grabbed your face with one hand. She turned your head
left and right to get a good look.
"Hmm. Not bad." She said.
She grinned again.
"On the ground." She ordered.
You just stood there dumbfounded.
She spit fire onto her hand. You didn't want her to barbeque you alive so you
obeyed and got on your hands and knees.
"Good. Now you're going to lick my boots." She said. "So get to it."
"No." You told her.
"What?" She growled as she hosted you up by the collar of your shirt.
The flame in her hand flared up.
Fearing for your life you said "Okay. I'll be good."
Nitro Dragon tossed you onto the ground rather hard.
You crawled over to her feet and started licking the top of her boot. It tasted
like metal. Luckily it wasn't cold so your mouth didn't stick. You kept licking
her boot trying to clean all the filth off of it. She placed her other foot on
top of your head to hold you in place. While you were licking you actually
scraped her boot with your teeth. When she noticed this she kicked you back.
She used the fire in her hand to heat her boot so it would return to its
original shape.
She motioned for you come to her then she said "If you scrape my boot again
you'll be sorry."
Then you continued your boot licking.
She told you stop and then she examined your work.
"Hm. Not bad." She said.
You couldn't tell by her expression if she was pleased or not.
She then sat on a nearby rock and told you to lick the bottom of her boot.
You crawled over and did as she told you. You decided to give up trying to
resist to just get this over with as quick as possible.
You slowly licked the sole of the left boot. After a few minutes you were done
and she told you to move on to her right boot. You continued licked her right
boot starting with the top. After a little of work you were done. Then you
moved to the sole of her right boot. After another few minutes you were done.
She examined both of her boots. Then said "Good Slave" as she patted your head.
You wondered if she would make you clean her boots again. At least you were
done with that disgusting task. Or were you?
A/N This was contributed by VarnocYugioh and I seriously recommend checking out
his DeviantArt page.
***** Star Wars Feet – The Secrets of The Jedi Temple *****
Chapter by kellym01
Contribution
Title: Star Wars Feet – The Secrets of The Jedi Temple
Author: AkaiTheGuy
Categories: Star Wars: The Clone Wars
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Yoda, Aayla Secura
Contains: Feet, femdom, forced foot worship
Sunlight shined brightly through the windows of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant,
illuminating the room Ahsoka Tano trained in, alongside a dozen or so other
apprentices.
They were in a circle facing inward, listening to Master Yoda speak at the
circles centre.
"Feel the force, inside must you." He said, raising a hand, causing a small
ball to rise from the ground. "Try now, all of you."
Ahsoka looked down, like the other apprentices; she too had a ball at her feet.
She lifted her left arm, palm facing upwards and focused on the ball. Not a
moment later it rose from the ground and levitated in front of her face, just
like she knew it would. She was already more than proficient in using the
force; she didn't see why Master Anakin insisted she attend these dull classes.
"It'll be fun, snips." Is what Anakin said when he first told her about the
classes.
Suddenly the ball fell to the ground.
"A problem, is there, Padawan Tano?" Yoda asked.
"No master.." She said, noting that all the other apprentices were having no
trouble with their balls (haha).
"Troubled, you seem, young one." Yoda says.
"It's just...I already know all of this, why must I learn it again?" Ahsoka
asks, feeling a bit embarrassed being put in the spotlight.
"Hmm, know it, do you? Why does your ball drop then?" Yoda asks light-heartedly
"Keep practicing."
"Yes master.." Ahsoka sighs.
Across the room sat a master jedi of the Twi'lek race, she sat in a dark corner
of the room so no one, aside from Master Yoda of course, had noticed her
presence.
Aalya wore usual jedi attire, consisting of a black hooded cloak, black under
shirt and black tights that went down into black leather boots. Her boots were
typically cleaned to a shine but she had just come back from a mission to
Tatooine so they were still caked with mud, dirt and sand. She'd have to get
them cleaned soon.
She watched the Padawans hone their force abilities by causing a small metal
ball to levitate, something she personally could do with the greatest of ease.
She watched one padawan in particular, Ahsoka Tano. Aalya had first seen the
young Togrutan girl roughly a month ago and ever since Aalya couldn't get her
out of her mind. She'd read everything there was about the young girl in the
Jedi archives and had even taking to following her around. Technically Aalya
was stalking the Apprentice, but she didn't like that word, she preferred to
call it observing.
Either way, Aalya had nefarious plans for the young padawan. Plans that she
intended to put into action quite soon.
Across the room, the class was over and Master Yoda had dismissed the
apprentices. Though as luck would have it, it seemed that Yoda had asked Ahsoka
to stay behind and clean up the training balls.
Ahsoka got to her knees, gathering up the balls when she heard faint footsteps
behind her. She turned around to find a green skinned Twi'lek clad in black
approach her.
"Greetings Padawan Ahsoka." The women said "I am Jedi Master Aalya."
Ahsoka quickly dropped the few balls in her hands and stood to greet her.
"Hello master.." Ahsoka said politely, bowing her head slightly.
"I couldn't help but notice your little mishap during the class." Aalya said,
gesturing to the balls.
"Oh yes…I was distracted, master." Ahsoka said; a bit embarrassed.
"If you'd like, I could show you a few things." Aalya offered, she was a master
when it came to using the force.
Ahsoka looked at the Jedi Master for a moment; she could feel something strange
coming from the master. She couldn't quite place what it was but it made her
feel a bit uneasy. Though, Master Aalya seemed nice enough and the smile she
currently had appeared sincere enough, so Ahsoka agreed.
"Thank you Master, that would be nice." Ahsoka said "Where do we begin?"
"We will be covering two things, force telekinesis and the mind trick." Aalya
said smiling; Ahsoka was falling right into her trap.
Aalya pointed to a chair across the room and calmly said "See if you can move
that over here."
"Easy." Ahsoka said, extending her arms and focusing.
A moment later, the chair levitated a bit off the ground and slowly floated
over to the two until it was a few feet away, at which point, the chair lowered
to the ground.
"Wonderful, Padawan. Now for the mind trick, try it on me." Aalya praised,
confident that she could withstand the padawan's meagre abilities.
"Um…anything I should say particularly, master?" Ahsoka asked.
"Whatever comes to mind, young one." Aalya says.
"You will clean up the training balls." Ahsoka said, waving her arm across
Aalya's face.
"I don't think so, Padawan." Aalya said, though she was completely unfazed by
the attempt. "It was a good try, once more."
Ahsoka closed her eyes, focused harder and waved her hand across Aalya's face
again.
"You will pick up the balls." Ahsoka ordered.
Aalya felt the slightest bit compelled to obey the Padawan's order but managed
to easily resist without showing it.
"Is that all you've got?" Aalya taunted, smirking at the Padawan's attempt.
"No." Ahsoka said, now a bit annoyed and tries again. "You will clean up the
training balls."
"No thank you. Now then, allow me to demonstrate and resist as long as you
can." Aalya says smiling, watching Padawan's fail always entertained her and
she'd love to continue watching Ahsoka's futile attempts but she had plans that
needed carrying out.
"Yes master.." Ahsoka said, hanging her head in defeat.
"Padawan, get on your knees." Aalya said with a wave of her hand, not putting
very much effort into her first attempt.
"No." Ahsoka said putting a hand on her head, she did feel compelled to carry
out the strange order but only slightly.
"Ahsoka, on your knees." Aalya said, trying again, this time with slightly more
effort.
"Master...I don't feel well.." Ahsoka said weakly, resting her head in her
hands. "Can we stop?"
"Her will is unexpectedly strong, but no matter. She will break soon enough."
Aalya thought a bit annoyed, she of course enjoyed the uneasiness she was
currently causing the padawan but, nevertheless, it was interfering with her
plan and therefore must end.
"Padawan, on your knees." Aalya ordered calmly but sternly, focusing her mind
on the force ability she was using. She added more effort than she had
previously, either Ahsoka would obey her command or she'd be left standing
there nauseous, the thought of both sounded appealing to the Jedi master.
Ahsoka swayed back and forth, a mix of determination and a bit of pain clear on
her face ,her knees nearly buckled but she managed to resist, barely.
"Good…good, Master Anakin is training you well." Aalya says calmly, a bit
annoyed that the padawan had resisted but she could see it, Ahsoka wouldn't be
able to withstand much more...just one little push would drop to her knees and
put her at Aalya's mercy.
"Master...please stop...my head hurts so much..." Ahsoka weakly pleaded.
Aalya took a moment to take in the sight of the Padawan, she looked uneasy,
unsteady and sickly. It was quite the sight to behold; the Jedi mind trick
always worked wonders on a person after back to back uses. If one couldn't use
it to make another blindly obey, then making them feel like death was the next
best option.
"Ahsoka, on your knees." Aalya ordered slowly.
The Jedi Master watched with a wicked smile as the Padawan dropped to her
knees, her eyes cast upon the ground and Aalya's boots.
"Now that I have you.." Aalya said, circling around the helpless Padawan
"..what should I have you do first I wonder?"
"Why...are...you doing this? Ahsoka asked.
"Because I can, of course." Aalya said, coming to a standstill behind the weak
Padawan. "Now then, should I make you lick my boots first, or just skip right
to my feet?"
"…Let me...go.." Ahsoka said.
"I've decided." Aalya said, firmly placing her left foot on Ahsoka's back and
pushing her to the floor. "You'll clean my boots first."
Using Ahsoka's back as a metaphorical stepping stone, Aalya walked in front of
her, so that the Padawan's head rested at the master's feet. Aalya nudged
Ahsoka's head with the toe of her boot.
"Padawan, lick your masters boots." Aalya ordered, looking down at the
generally pathetic and unmoving pile of Padawan at her feet.
A few seconds went by and Ahsoka continued to lay there, Aalya began to grow
impatient.
"Let's go, Padawan" Aalya said, using the force to lift Ahsoka's head off the
ground. Aalya took a step forward and released her hold on the Padawan's head,
allowing it to drop on top of Aalya's boots.
"Master…they're so dirty." Ahsoka said lifting her head a bit, gaining back
some of her strength.
"And when you're done, they'll be shining. Won't they?" Aalya sneered.
"Please master...don't make me..." Ahsoka pleaded weakly.
"You will lick my boots Padawan." Aalya said, using the mind trick on the still
weakened girl.
"I will, master." Ahsoka said blankly, blindly following the order and placing
her tongue on the top of Aalya's right boot.
"Finally." Aalya said smiling, using the force again on the helpless girl. "You
will continue until I say otherwise."
"Yes master..." Ahsoka answered blankly, obediently moving her tongue around
the top of Jedi Masters right boot, leaving clear lines in the dirt and grime.
A few minutes pass...
"How's that dirt taste, young one?" Aalya asked "I brought it all the way from
Tatooine for you."
"It's horrible…" Ahsoka groaned as she licked the side of Aalya's right boot.
"I'd hope so. Now do the left." Alta ordered, roughly shoving the boot in
Ahsoka's face.
Ahsoka quietly began licking the top of the Jedi Masters dirty boot. The
effects of the Jedi mind trick had mostly worn off, she still felt a bit uneasy
but that was mostly due to the Tatooine dirt settling in her stomach. Ahsoka's
tongue and most of her face had been covered in dirt as well, making the young
jedi quite the pitiful sight as she licked the Masters boots like a dog.
Another few minutes slowly passed on with Master Aalya taunting Ahsoka while
the Padawan subserviently licked the tops and sides of her boots.
"Alright. Time for the real fun to begin." Aalya said, waving her hand. Ahsoka
felt herself being slightly lifted from the ground and suddenly found herself
lying on her back, staring upwards at the bottom of one of Master Aalya's
boots, which was caked with dirt.
"Master no! That's disgusting." Ahsoka said, seeing the sight of the dirt
ridden boot. She tried to sit up to possibly escape but was stopped by Aalya's
boot coming down on her face, forcing her to the ground.
"That, Padawan, was a mistake." Aalya said angrily, grinding the sole of her
boot against Ahsoka's face. "Now clean them, unless you want me to make things
so much worse."
"Okay!...okay.." Ahsoka said defeated.
Aalya lifted her boot for a moment and laughed evilly at the poor Padawan, her
face was covered with dirt and sand. And it would only get worse from there.
"Have fun down there!" Aalya taunted, lowering her right boot down to the
Padawan's face. Ahsoka stared at the bottom of the dirt encrusted boot for a
second and took a deep breath. This wouldn't be fun.
Closing her eyes, Ahsoka stuck out her tongue and felt it come into contact
with the dirt. She almost threw up it was that bad, licking the other parts of
the boots was horrible enough. This just tasted like Master Aalya had stood in
a pile of sewage.
Eyes still closed, Ahsoka drug her tongue slowly upwards, every millimetre was
a horrific buffet of nastiness. Bits of dirt and grime fell from the boot she
went, falling onto her face and into her mouth.
"This is so gross..." Ahsoka thought as of clumps of dirt fell to her face.
Ahsoka continued to subserviently lick the boot, with every lick the dirt
gradually became muddy. But she kept at it, despite how much she was hating her
current predicament.
Aalya suddenly moved her boot away from the Padawan and inspected the boots
bottom.
"Hmm...not to bad." Aalya said, her boot bottom had been licked to bright
shine. Aalya looked down at Ahsoka with a satisfied grin, the Padawan's face
was now smeared with mud.
"Master...can I go now?" Ahsoka pleaded, she looked and felt horrible on
account of the mud that was plastered on her face and all the dirt that was
currently in her stomach.
"You want to go? No, not yet. We're only half way done, padawan." Aalya
laughed, planting her left boot firmly on Ahsoka's face.
"Please…no more Master." Ahsoka whimpered under the boot.
"Less whining, more cleaning." Aalya ordered, wiggling her shoe in the
padawan's face.
"Ugh…I hate this so much..." Ahsoka moaned as she began licking the grossness
from Aalya's boot.
"How's it taste?" Aalya taunted.
Ahsoka didn't answer; she just quietly continued to lick the mud from the
Masters boot, trying to ignore the nasty taste.
A few minutes slowly trudge along..
"Well my young friend..." Aalya said, moving her now clean boot from Ahsoka's
face and walked towards the door.
"Come here tomorrow Padawan, you'll have the honour of licking my feet next
time." Aalya said before she left.
Ahsoka laid there, sprawled out on the floor, her face covered in dirt and mud,
dreading the coming events of tomorrow.
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***** Lisa's Volunteer Test Subject *****
Chapter by kellym01
Contribution
Title: Lisa's Volunteer Test Subject
Author: Chaos
Categories: The Simpsons
Characters: Lisa Simpson, Bart Simpson, Marge Simpson
Contains: Shrinking, Licking, Vore, Underage
Jeffery took a deep breath as he walked up to a spiky-haired elementary school
girl that was quickly becoming infamous around Springfield. Her name was Lisa
Simpson or as she was known as, the Bully Eater. The details were vague but
rumor had it she invented a size-changing device for her school science fair
and tested it on one of the local bullies. The device succeeded in shrinking
the bully down, but couldn't return him to his original size. From what Jeffery
had heard, Lisa decided to spare the bully living his life as a miniature pet
and found a use for the tiny human as a snack. Bullies must be pretty tasty
because after Lisa ate one she was hooked and began decimating the bully
population by devouring anyone that lifted a fist towards nerds. The adults
knew and were too lazy or stupid to care, as was normal in Springfield, so Lisa
continued her purge, working on her device, as her unlucky test subjects became
a part of her growing body.
"Are you Lisa Simpson?"
The middle Simpson child turned to see a lanky, blond teenager coming up to her
with a nervous smile. She had just gotten out of school and it was strange
seeing a teenager around these parts. Nodding a little bit uncertainly, she was
unprepared for the boy to grab her hand and start shaking it enthusiastically.
"My names Jeffery. I heard about your size-changing device and I had to meet
you. It's pure genius! Mastering the power to alter people's size will not only
revolutionize the world but it is pretty cool too!"
Lisa blushed at the praise, not used to anyone acknowledging her genius or
calling her cool. Taking her hand back, she smiled up at the teen, no longer
feeling uncomfortable with her fellow science nerd. "Thank you so much, it
certainly hasn't been easy, especially with the lack of new test subjects. I've
run out of bullies to test my device on so I'm relying on volunteers but no one
has been brave enough to step up to help me save the world."
Sighing, Lisa looked at the young man, admiring his smooth skin and firm body.
He was so close she could smell him and Lisa found herself licking her lips.
Coughing into her hand and getting her mind cleared, she smiled up at Jeffery
shyly. "If you really think my work will revolutionize the world then maybe you
won't mind volunteering? I should warn you, I haven't gotten the device to work
yet and if I can't regrow you then you'll be sharing the exact same fate as all
the bullies I ate."
Jeffery was taken aback by the offer and knew exactly what Lisa meant when she
said he'd share the bully's fate. If she couldn't regrow him then he was going
to become her poop. Looking at this young girl and imaging himself moving
through her digestive tract, being slowly broken down and then pushed out as a
lump of shit, made him pause. However, once he thought about how he could help
with a scientific breakthrough and how cool it would be working with a genius
like Lisa, he readily agreed.
"I'm in!" He confidently said, grinning at the shy little girl. He had the
utmost confidence in Lisa to figure her device out and successfully shrink and
regrow him to normal. Three hours later that confidence all but evaporated.
"Are you sure you've tried everything?" Jeffery asked as he paced around Lisa's
desk frantically. She had taken him home and shrunken him instantly,
immediately running tests on him to see how she could restore him to normal. It
had been strange and frightening being only a few inches tall; he was no bigger
than one of Lisa's chubby fingers. He watched the young girl work, amazed at
first, but slowly becoming scared as every test failed to do anything. It was
becoming apparent that he was stuck at this edible size.
"I'm really sorry Jeffery, but I have to call it quits. It's getting late and I
have homework to finish," Lisa said sadly, upset not only for failing to fix
her device but letting Jeffery down as well. She had really been hoping to
celebrate her breakthrough with him when he was back to normal. That wasn't
going to happen, Jeffery was going to be tiny forever and the worst part was
that all that testing had really worked up Lisa's appetite.
"I know you're really disappointed, but I was wondering if I could still have
you for dinner? I mean, I did tell you this would happen if I failed to restore
you," Lisa said awkwardly. It was so much easier eating bullies because they
were rude. Jeffery was a really nice guy, which made Lisa feel a little bit bad
about eating him. Although, not bad enough to spare him a trip to her stomach.
"Are you sure there aren't any other options for me?" Jeffery looked at the
towering child, his eyes moving to her midsection. She wanted him to go there,
slowly melt away and becoming nothing but nutrition for her growing body. Just
thinking about that made him tremble.
"Oh…well you can stay in my Malibu Stacy dream house until I'm ready for
further tests," Lisa muttered softly. Looking at the tiny teen tugged at her
heartstrings, but it also made her mouth water. It was a struggle between her
hunger for young, shrunken flesh and her desire to be a good, hospitable
person. "I'll be honest with you Jeffery. I'd much rather eat you than keep you
in my dream house like a pet. I did warn you after all that I'd eat you if I
failed, but I understand if you can't follow through."
"Lisa I…" Jeffery began to say but paused as he saw Lisa looking down. She
seemed so disappointed, he never realized how much she wanted to eat him. He
knew he had agreed to be food, but he didn't think he'd have to go through with
it. As the guilt over breaking his word got stronger, he gritted his teeth and
blurted out, "Fine! You can have me for dinner."
"Thank you, Jeffery! I promise I won't forget you. It's so rare to see honest,
upright people like you. Thank you so much. Now let's get those clothes off and
we'll head downstairs for dinner."
As Jeffery closed his eyes, trying to fully accept what he had just agreed to,
Lisa's last words hit hm. Suddenly panicking again, his eyes shot open in
alarm. "You want me to do what now?"
Ten minutes later, Jeffery was sitting naked on Lisa's plate in the Simpson's
dining room, covering his crotch as he watched the family eat. He was reminded
of wild animals gobbling down their meal as the Simpson's ate. The naked teen
avoided looking at the ravenous family, focusing on Lisa as she argued with her
brother.
Bart was complaining about how Jeffery got to be naked at the table but he
didn't, while Lisa pointing out that it was different for Jeffery because he
was food before apologizing for being so blunt. Jeffery didn't mind the candor,
but he really wished he could have kept his clothes. Lisa had told him upstairs
that clothing would ruin his taste so he agreed. He had already decided to let
Lisa eat him, what was a little humiliation after agreeing to that?
"Hey dude, I bet you'd like to be my dinner and not my dweeby sisters'. If I
ate you then you'd become a cool guys poop rather then nerd turds," Bart said
as his grubby little hand reached for Jeffery. Lisa pulled the plate away,
sending Jeffery sliding along the smooth surface. The young girl glared at her
brother. Upset to have her meal nearly stolen.
"Mom! Bart tried to eat my dinner!"
"Bart let Lisa eat her dinner! I'm sure it would much rather prefer to be your
sister's doody then yours."
"Mom! Don't call him it, that's rude."
Honestly, they could call Jeffery anything they wanted; he just wanted them to
stop screaming. He thought the worst thing that could happen to him today was
being eaten, but everyone's loud voices made it feel like his tiny head was
going to explode. Lisa put back down the plate and smiled at him
sympathetically, she knew the headache her family's antics could cause all too
well.
"Are you ready Jeffery? One last sacrifice to help me change the world." Being
her food didn't mean as much to her as it did for Jeffery, but she still
considered it a noble action. Knowing there was no backing out, Jeffery nodded
his head and watched the telephone pole sized fork lower towards him. He slowly
got on, relishing his final moments before officially becoming food. The fork
lifted up, carrying him high above the table on a direct flight towards Lisa's
mouth. He watched her mouth open up, the glistening teeth and pink tongue
making him squirm. Her hot breath blew over his naked body to give him goose
bumps.
"It was nice knowing you, li…" Jeffery was cut off as Lisa shoved him and the
fork into her yawning maw. Suddenly, Jeffery was surrounded by wet, slippery
flesh and his words died on his tongue. On a scientific level, the inside of
the human mouth was fascinating, but as a young, shrunken man, it was freaking
terrifying. He was still studying his surrounding when Lisa tilted the fork and
he fell off his perch, landing face first on the tongue. Saliva gushed around
him as he landed, soaking him instantly. Groaning, he lifted his head and
watched the fork leave him behind. The last thing he'd ever see was a Lisa's
tooth closing together, leaving him blind in the hot, wet maw.
"Mmmmmmm," Lisa moaned as the flavor of the teen hit her taste buds. He was
sweet, with a hint of saltiness that only enhanced the flavor. This was her
pleasure food. Homer had doughnuts and she had shrunken people. Closing her
eyes, she enjoyed her tiny volunteer to his fullest, sucking the flavor off
every inch of his delectable body.
Jeffery closed his eyes as he was tossed and rolled around on Lisa's tongue
like a piece of candy. She had gotten good at manhandling tiny people with her
slippery tongue as Jeffery was learning. His back was pinned against the top of
her mouth as her tongue slid over him. He shuddered violently, not from fear or
disgust, but from the spongy flesh grinding into her crotch. He could feel his
manhood swell at the young girl's assault, saliva spattering all over his cock
and balls, as she tasted even his most private area. It only took a few licks
before much to his growing shame he experienced an intense orgasm. As soon as
his seed splattered across his body, Lisa licked it away like it had never been
there. Whimpering in utter humiliation, Jeffery hoped to God that Lisa didn't
realize what he'd done.
Lisa lowered her head and blushed at the extra salty taste on her tongue. This
wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was still really awkward to
have you meal cum in your mouth. As her family continued eating, she kept
sucking on her treat like nothing had happened. She was kind of happy that
Jeffery got some pleasure from being her food. At least he was done now and she
could resume licking him as she pleased.
"No!" Jeffery screamed out, his cry becoming a coughing fit as he was forced to
swallow Lisa's saliva. He was hard again. Lisa was moving him along the bottom
of her tongue, squeezing him in between her bottom teeth and the pink, flailing
beast. With the slimy flesh pressing into him, his cock hardened and quickly he
was cumming again. Near tears he was lifted free and sloshed around the mouth,
the pressure and wet surrounding returned his cock to full hardness for the
third time. As he slammed into the middle of Lisa's tongue he shuddered as yet
another orgasm hit him. Curling up into a ball on her tongue he was near tears.
Not only was he food, but a little girl had also gotten him off three times by
sheer accident. He had never felt lower and he almost craved to be swallowed to
put an end to her humiliation.
Lisa had tasted all his orgasms; the salty taste had actually made her meal
slightly better. It was still embarrassing, but judging by her meal curling up
on her tongue she bet it was worse for him than her. Taking pity on her food,
she leaned her head back and slowly begun to swallow. Things might have become
a little bit weird by the end, but she had truly enjoyed her meal. Jeffery was
a real treat, even if he had trouble keeping his teenage hormones under
control.
As his surrounding tilted and Jeffery felt himself being sucked back towards
the throat, his shame was replaced by a burst of pure, unadulterated fear.
Scrambling around on the tongue, his life flashed before his eyes and suddenly
nothing mattered but living. He tried to scream for Lisa but the air was sucked
out of his lungs as she swallowed. Desperate, he wrapped his arms and legs
around her tongue as hard as he could, not even caring that he was pressing his
cock into her tongue again. All that mattered was survival. He held tight as a
wave of saliva hit him hard and the pressure increasing. Lisa had been trying
to swallow him gently, but now she was taking a much harder swallow. Jeffery
held on for dear life, but it was pointless. Another wave of spittle knocked
him back, dragging him straight into the throat. He clawed at the back of
Lisa's tongue as he went over, but nothing could stop him. Once he had agreed
to be Lisa's food no force in the universe was going to save him.
Lisa finally felt her meal go down, squirming all the way to her stomach. She
wasn't surprised her little volunteer had second thoughts, but she just
couldn't spit him out, that would just be gross. Feeling a bit of gas building
in her stomach, she grabbed a napkin and covered her mouth as she let out a
burp. It was just a dainty, little burp, but after hearing and seeing her
father and brother's big, vulgar belches she preferred to cover her mouth
whenever she had gas.
Ignoring her brother as he started making faces at her, Lisa focused on the
sensation of her meal moving around inside her. She smiled sympathetically down
at her stomach as she patted it through her dress. This was all for the best;
when he volunteered he had agreed to be her dinner if things didn't work out.
It was only right he make good on his word.
"Sorry Jeffery but I'm sure you'd understand if you were in my position," Lisa
whispered, the fluttering feelings in her belly increased as he squirmed
around. Jeffery was trapped in her hellish gut, slowly being broken down as his
fleshy prison churned around him. His cries went unheard and no matter how hard
he punched and kicked the stomach lining he would not escape.
Lisa went upstairs to start on her homework but her mind never drifted far from
thoughts of Jeffery as he slowly melted away inside her body and was reduced to
next morning's bowel movement. The next volunteer would be luckier than
Jeffery, she promised herself even as she licked her lips at the thought of
another shrunken meal.
A/N Once again a big thank you to Chaos for allowing me to post this here, I
highly recommend you guys go check out their account if you enjoyed this fic.
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***** Ghostly Feet: Kitty *****
Chapter by kellym01
Title: Ghostly Feet: Kitty
Co-Written with Darkness Rissing
Categories: Danny Phantom
Characters: Danny Fenton, Paulina Sanchez, Kitty
Cameos: Jazz Fenton
Warning Contains: Foot fetish, Possession, Foot Smelling, Sweaty Feet, Hispanic
Girl, Ghost, Foot Job
Started: 21/11/2017
Finished: 22/11/2017
 
It was a warm summer day in Amity Park, a rather quiet morning, there had been
no ghosts, no chaos, explosions or anything that normally filled day to day
like in Amity Park and the citizens were taking advantage of it, enjoying the
calm warm day in any way they could.
"Ugh this is hell." Cursed a young girl as she walked along, there was always
one exception. "Why in the name of the Zone does this girl even own shoes like
these…they're like medieval torture implements." The young Hispanic girl
possessed ebony hair reaching down to the centre of her back and had blue eyes;
she wore a low cut pink shirt and light blue pants that highlighted her curves
and blue high heels.
Paulina grunted with each step she took as she approached towards the rather
obnoxious building with a giant metallic neon sign that read 'FENTON WORKS'.
"Shoes are meant to be comfortable first, look good second…not look cute but be
agony to wear…ugh I should have taken over that goth chick…those boots would be
much more comfortable." Her eyes briefly flashing red as Kitty briefly exposed
herself in frustration, after her boyfriend Johny had once again spent their
time together ogling other girls she had finally grown sick of his antics and
had decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by possessing the girl she
now controlled and lassoed Danny into a relationship. At first she had only
done it to make him jealous but she'd actually started to grow feelings for the
halfa…he was so nice; he treated her a lot better than her previous boyfriend.
She soon came to the door and lightly knocked, she heard muffled movement on
the other side, followed by locks turning. The door opened to reveal the form
of Jasmine Fenton, Kitty hesitated as she took in the sight of the other girl,
she had aqua blue eyes and long auburn hair that stretched down to her hips;
she wore an aqua headband, a black long-sleeved shirt, aqua pants and black
flats. It was awkward for Kitty every time she interacted with the girl as all
she could think of was how she'd tried to possess her, make her body
permanently hers, and it wasn't a bad looking one but been the sister of her
new boyfriend…yeah awkward was the word for it.
"Oh…hey Paulina." Jazz greeted her, she always seemed mildly surprised to see
her, it hadn't taken Kitty much to realize that this body didn't naturally
belong to the halfa's world and she had been questioned on her actions more
times than she cared for.
"Hey, is Danny home?" She asked in her usual hyper tone, she hated this tone,
it made her inwardly cringe but it was effective, though since Phantom had
learned the truth she had opted to talk more naturally which was a big relief
for her.
"Err yeah; he's up in his room." The redhead answered as she stepped aside to
allow her to enter.
"Thank you." She inwardly cringed at the tone as she stepped past the girl and
made her way up the stairs.
"Ugh…whoa." Kitty stumbled around the fifth step, barely catching herself on
the railing. "Stupid heels, who the hell even invented these things?" She
growled, she glanced behind her to see Jazz looking at her with an odd
expression. "So I can have their autograph…they are so cute don't you think?"
She said quickly in that hyper tone again.
"Yeah…I think I'll stick with my flats…those don't look too comfortable." Jazz
said before walking towards the kitchen.
"You don't know the half of it." Kitty grunted, her grip increasing on the
railing as she resumed her ascension of the stairs. Eventually she reached the
upstairs landing and made her way to Danny's room, lightly knocking on the
closed door out of curtesy, also walking in on Johny jacking off was more than
enough.
She didn't have to wait long, the door opened to reveal a surprised Daniel
Fenton, obviously not expecting her to drop by; the raven haired boy was
wearing his usual white t-shirt with a thin red collar, red cuffs and a red
circle in the middle, light blue jeans and red-and-white sneakers. His
expression soon became one of annoyance and mild irritation.
"What do you want Kitty?" He greeted, he still didn't like that she blackmailed
him and used Paulina with so little remorse.
"What? Can't a girl visit her boyfriend just because she wants to?" Kitty
replied with a mocking hurt tone only to stumble once again as she shifted in
place. "Ugh look can I please come in before I break my neck?...You can't
imagine the agony it was walking here in these heels." Allowing her pained
expression to show.
"Then why'd you wear them?" Danny frowned.
"Because that's all she has…heels, heels and more bloody heels." Kitty whined,
Danny sighed before finally stepping aside and allowing her to enter his room.
"Thank you." She breathed, stumbling into the room and falling onto the bed,
pulling off her right shoe. "Ah that's better." She sighed, wiggling her now
bare toes as she felt the throbbing pain slowly starting to dull, reaching down
she started massage her own foot. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do
this." She groaned.
"D-Do? Do what?" He asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck nervously,
as he followed the movements of the foot.
Kitty seemed to ignore him at the moment as she worked her hot foot,
unnaturally stiff from the shoe. "Ahh this…" She pulled off her remaining heel,
resisting the urge to hurl it across the room. "I swear I don't know what this
girl has for brains to wear these things every day…" She lifted her leg,
rotating her foot. "I swear every step was pure agony."
She Hispanic girl pulled her knee up to her chest, lightly kneading her
reddened sole with her fingers; she glanced up to see Danny averting his eyes,
his cheeks tinged with a dark green blush as he continued to scratch the back
of his neck.
"Well Paulina did always prefer appearance over practicality." Danny said
nervously.
"I noticed." Kitty muttered. "Are you alright?" She asked; her kneading slowing
as she focused her full attention on the young halfa.
"Huh…yeah I'm fine." Kitty found herself repressing a giggle, Phantom could be
cute at times…it was oddly refreshing after been with someone so cocky as
Johny, and his pension for making innuendos whenever he could.
She smiled softly.
"What?" Danny asked; a little unnerved seeing the soft expression on the
admittedly mean girl, possessed by a ghost who was blackmailing him.
Kitty giggled again.
"You're so adorable." She slid back until her back pressed against the wall,
leaning back against it, one foot still stretching past the side of the bed
while crossing her other leg over the first, continuing to rub her sole.
Danny pouted, his gaze narrowing into a half-hearted glare as his blush
deepened in colour and spreading over his cheeks, eliciting another giggle from
the possessed girl, he found himself looking down in embarrassment, his throat
becoming dry as he found himself inadvertently staring at the girl's tanned
foot, noting the reddened and rather damp looking sole, he suppressed a shiver
as he felt the onsets of an erection beginning.
Kitty wiggled her toes, Danny's blush spreading and his erection hardening,
starting to bulge slightly in his pants.
"So cute…but come on; what's up?" She pressed.
"It's nothing." He refused to hold eye contact at all now.
"Danny." Her voice was serious, her eyes flashing scarlet in warning, he
sighed.
"Err…it's just…well…" Danny stuttered, looking away from her. "Your…or rather
Paulina's feet…they…they are…umm…cute…I guess…" He was rubbing the back of his
neck again, positively glowing green.
"Cute?" Kitty mimicked, glancing down at her throbbing feet.
"Yeah…I…*cough* sort of…like feet…" Danny said. "And as you can guess…I really
like…Paulina's feet."
"Oh?" Kitty tilted her head with a curious expression.
"Yeah…I…like feet…I actually have wanted to…play with Paulina's…for a while…"
Danny still wouldn't look at her, Kitty smiled, he was so cute.
"Well…if you like them…maybe you could rub them and make them better?" Kitty
asked, wiggling her toes, giggling at the halfa's startled expression as he
turned back round. He was so cute, it was a harmless kink and he was getting so
flustered, compared to Johny, so cute and tame, this was nothing and he could
barely string a sentence together.
"R-Really?" So cute.
"Yeah, I'd actually appreciate it Danny." She winked, Danny's eyes widened he
felt like he was blushing from head to toe, his rod now straining against his
pants, sliding his hands into his pocket as he stepped forward, discreetly
trying to reposition it to make it less noticeable, much to Kitty's amusement.
"After all my feet could really need a good rub right now, after walking here
in those bloody heels…and I am a little curious about this side of you Danny."
She winked again as Danny kneeled by the bed, squirming in place slightly, his
pants growing tighter, oh Kitty was loving this, he was so cute. She extended
her right leg further, presenting him with her naked, moist foot. "So have at
it Danny." She winked again, smirking as his blush spread further.
Danny swallowed dryly as he hesitantly lifted his hands, taking hold of her
foot, it felt so warm, her sole damp with, he felt his pants tighten, no doubt
in his mind that he was fully erect as he started to knead the Hispanic girl's
sole.
"Mmm that feels nice, thank you Danny." Kitty moaned; the feeling of Danny's
cool hands on her hot soles was like heaven. "You know you're really good at
this." She edged forward a little, allowing her 'boyfriend' an easier hold on
her foot.
"Th-Thank you." Danny blushed as he began to knead the base of her moist toes,
she could get used to this. Her gaze fell to the boy's lap; a sly smile
spreading across her lips, 'And looks like he could too.'
"I hope my feet aren't too stinky, I don't even know how you can even handle
it." Kitty giggled, smirking as Danny squirmed in place; she wiggled her toes,
licking at her canines cheekily.
"They don't stink…"
"Prove it." Kitty smirked, he squirmed again and began to inch forward; he
pressed his face into the tanned sole, pushing his nose between her toes and
inhaled deeply, gasping as he began to take several deep breaths of her foot
scent.
Danny groaned into her sole, savouring the sweet scent, like Doritos mixed with
her lavender scented foot lotion.
"How do they smell?"
Danny pulled back and swallowed again. "The-They s-smell r-really good." He
stuttered, Kitty smirked as she inched forward, her other foot falling over the
bed and into her boyfriend's lap, touching down on something rather hard
beneath his pants, her smirk grew as he flinched at the light contact.
"You really do like it don't you." Kitty said as she lightly began to rub her
foot against his pants, feeling his throbbing rod beneath the clothing.
"Ahh I'm sorry…" Danny moaned, Kitty pressed her other foot firmly against his
face, it felt rather good actually.
"Don't apologise Danny." She winked again, eyeing him lustfully, making eye
contact between her toes before sliding her foot down and recapturing his nose
between her toes, the faint imprint of her foot left behind on his face, over
his eyes and forehead, his cock twitching in within his pants.
"It seems a bit tight in there." She giggled glancing down at his erection.
"You can take it out if you like."
Danny's breath caught in his throat. "Ahh but…umm a-are you…" Danny soon found
his response muffled by Paulina's moist sole, squirming in place as Kitty
applied more pressure.
"Shh it's okay; you can take it out if you want." She said softly.
Shaking Dany slowly moved his hands to his crotch, Kitty briefly lifting her
foot from his crotch, leaving a faint foot print behind. The halfa unbuttoned
and unzipped his pants, pulling down the waistband of his underwear, allowing
his hard cock to spring free, fully erect, eliciting a small gasp of relief at
the ease of pressure.
"Mmm no wonder they looked so tight." Kitty giggled. 'Point for Danny.' She
mused, comparing sizes.
Her hot foot dropped back down, pressing her big toe against the base of hid
cock before slowly tracing a trail up along the length of his cock, her
boyfriend shuddering as his back arched and he bit back a moan. Her foot
dropped back down and she forced the base of the cock between her toes,
smirking at the straining of the gap of her big and second toe caused by the
throbbing cock.
"Hehehe well you have been a good boyfriend so here's your reward." She said in
a seductive tone as she began to move her toes up and down Danny's cock.
"Ummm Kitty ahhh." Danny gasped in pleasure, his voice cracking as he felt her
soft foot moving up and down his raging member, sending shocks throughout his
body.
"Come on Danny." He heard Kitty groan. "It's not fair if you get all the fun."
Grinding her foot against his face for emphasis.
Gasping, Danny took hold of her ankle and began to kiss her sole, eliciting
small moans from the girl as Danny left a trail of chaste kisses over her
moist, salty sole.
"Ah Danny…that feels…so good…" Kitty moaned as she applied more to his cock.
"Don't stop…"
"Ah Kitty!" Danny felt his body start to tremble, to have one of Paulina's feet
against his face, inhaling her glorious scent, feel the warm, smooth flesh of
her sole; the salty taste enticing his lips as the other foot stroked his cock
eagerly, squeezing the tip between her perfect toes, driving the young halfa to
his limit.
"Ah! I don't think I can…ahh…oh god…take much more!" He cried, feeling his
limit fast approaching, his tongue darting out, sliding over the delicate skin
of her sole at the base of her toes, eliciting a moan from Kitty.
"Ahhh Danny ah so…good…c-cum for me…cum over my feet." She moaned, her voice
growing in pitch as her foot jerked up and down his cock, getting faster and
faster and faster.
"Ah I…I…I…ahhh!" Danny cried out, his cock throbbing violently as his cum
erupted from his cock, covering the sole and the top of Kitty's foot, his cum
sliding between her toes.
Kitty's eyes widened, she wiggled and scrunched her toes, shivering in pleasure
as she felt her boyfriend's hot gooey liquid between her toes, connecting them
with thick strands of cum connecting them.
She really could get used to this.
She felt her pussy throbbing beneath her panties, her boyfriend still kissing
and licking her hot, sweaty sole. Her hand slid into her pants. This was
definitely going to happen again.
***** Announcement *****
Chapter by kellym01
Happy New Year
I don't know if I'll get chance to write a special this time and since no
submissions were made there is no material to post.
However, I have decided to launch polls for each Disney character to determine
a 'default fetish' to use for the character whenever the request or chapter
doesn't assign that character a fetish. Each poll will be up for one week
before the next girl gets posted, I'll record results on my profile as they
appear - I will also eventually branch out to other characters.
I am going to leave this author note on this site so any readers who are unable
to vote in the poll on fanfiction can vote on here instead - not when each poll
ends I stop taking votes for that count - the first girl end 05/01/2018 - every
one will get one week, this time I will paste in the options to select from but
with every other girl you'll have to check out the selection provided to see
what I put or just write what you want on here and hope it wins.
Once again Happy New Year.
 
Also you are allowed 3 choices each due to the number of options.
 
Tiana
 
Suck Cock
Queening
Domination (Giver)
Vore Others (Shrunk)
Psychrophilia (Being cold and watching others who are cold)
Giantess Others
Vore Others (Normal)
Collaring
Fire Play
Scat Play
Garbage (Bagging)
Golden Shower (Receiver)
Wax Play
Switch
Bondage (Receiver)
Harem
Vored (Normal) - to be eaten
Necrophilia
Furry
Babygirl
Futanari (Other)
Humiliation (Giver)
Pygophilia (Arousel to buttocks)
Vored (Shrunk) - to be eaten
Drinking Cum
Sadism (Causing pain)
Garbage (Bagged)
Trample
Masochism (Experiencing pain)
Ice Play
Voyeurism
Shrunk Self
Enema
Foot Fetish
Spanking (Giver)
Vanilla
Slave/Master
Food Play
Humiliation (Receiver)
Incest
Sensory Deprivation
Master/slave
Lick Pussy
Collared
Swinging
Spitting
Shrinking Others
Anal (Giver)
Frotteurism (Touching a stranger surreptitiously in a crowded place)
Exhibitionism
Breath Play
Pteronphilia (Being tickled by feathers)
Golden Shower (Giver)
Pet Play
Age Play
Mommy
Futanari (Her)
Sensation Play
Titillagnia (Tickling other people)
Blood Choking
Rough Sex
Anal (Receiver)
Rape Play (Raped)
Knismolagnia (Been tickled)
TPE (Total Power Exchange) receiver
Domination (Receiver)
CBT (Cock and Ball Torture)
Spanking (Receiver)
TPE (Total Power Exchange) Giver
Bondage (Giver)
Giantess Self
***** No More Bugs *****
Chapter by kellym01
Title: No More Bugs
Categories: Lilo & Stich The Series
Characters: Lilo, Nani
Contains: Giantess, Insect Transformation, Crush, Sweat, Unaware, Death
Started: 22/01/2018
Finished: 23/01/2018
In the living room of the Pelekai household a young woman with olive skin,
brown eyes, dark ebony hair reaching her upper back, mimicked the actions of
the fitness instructor on the small television boxset, attired in a pink sports
bra and sky-blue leggings, her bare feet slapping against the wooden floor as
she lifted her knees to her chest in tune of the beat of the fitness video. Her
skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, her heart pounding in her chest.
A small 'creature' crawled its way into the room through the doorway, absent
one door. It was a small ladybug with the head of familiar little girl, her
complexion olive like her now giant older sister, matching brown eyes and ebony
locks, though hers were decorated now by a pair of black antennae granting her
an adorable look, her back red with black dots and six black legs beneath her
and a matching underbelly colour.
She stared ahead at her giant sister as she jumped about in place, tossing her
limbs in seemingly random directions as she marched in place to the beat, the
ground shaking all the way to the tiny ladybug. With a deep breath Lilo began
to make her journey across the living room floor, the shaking of the ground
getting stronger the closer she got.
STOMP!
"Whoa…" Lilo cried as the ground shook below her and her legs buckled beneath
her, gritting her teeth as her underbelly slammed down on the wood floor, she
couldn't believe Bugby had done this to her the second she let him out of the
jar before flying out the window to cause more mischief, she just hoped she
could get Nani's help, maybe she could take her to Jumba.
She struggled back to her feet and continued to crawl her way forward.
STOMP!
Lilo fell back to the floor.
"Ow…why couldn't she just go on a diet like normal people...?" Lilo droned.
Nani lifted her hand, wiping the back against her forehead, swatting the sweat
from it with a flick of her wrist.
A high pitched whistling sound filled Lilo's ears, slowly she looked up at her
big sister, paling as she saw droplets of sweat the size of small cars falling
towards her, she set about moving her tiny legs as fast as she could scurrying
along the floor, squeezing her eye s shut and resisting the need to cover her
ears as the droplets of sweat splashed down on the wooden floor, smaller
droplets from the splashes catching her back until finally.
SPLASH!
A car sized droplet of sweat landed directly onto her back, swallowing up tiny
form before combusting, staining the floor around her as well as thoroughly
soaking her body. Her nose filled with the strong strength, like a mixture of
the acidic vinegary scent of her sweat and her pineapple scented hand lotion,
Nani really liked pineapple scented creams, for her hands and feet. Her mouth
filled with the sour, bitter taste, her body sticky with sweat, her bug feet
sticking to the floor as she wriggled in place, her hair clinging to her
forehead and cheeks.
Slowly she began to crawl toward her sister again, thankful at the stomps and
shaking finally stopped, she eyed the house sized toes, her toenails a little
cracked, her toes smooth covered in sweat with the odd giant wrinkle, glaring
at them suspiciously.
Nani finally stopped lifted mimicking the instructor on the television boxset,
her chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath, beads of sweat
raining down from her forehead as she bent forward, pressing her hands against
her knees, her gaze landing on a certain red and black creepy crawly on her
floor.
She felt an unpleasant shiver travel up her spine as she stared at the insect
crawling towards her on its six creepy legs, dragging itself across the floor
from a small wet patch on the flooring from her sweat. She hated bugs. She
stood back upright.
"Lilo!" She shouted, looking towards the doorway that led to the hallway. "Lilo
what have I told you about bringing bugs into the house!"
Silence.
"Lilo!" Still no reply though if she had looked towards the bug in question she
would see it flinch and attempt to cover its tiny ears in a rather human
looking motion.
"Lilo!"
Silence.
Nani grit her teeth, a low growl echoing in her throat, she looked back at the
crawling ladybug, glaring at it. "That's it…I've had it." She muttered angrily
before taking a harsh stomp forward.
STOMP!
Lilo looked up at her sister, her eyes widening with fear. "Nani…?"
Nani lifted her sweaty barefoot above the pest, Lilo turned round and began
scuttling in the opposite direction, her breaths becoming deep and fast, her
back too wet and sticky to even open if she knew how to fly.
STOMP!
"Aiiiieeee!" Lilo screamed as the foot came down and slammed onto the floor,
the tips of her toes crashing down and smashing onto the tip of her 'rear' end.
Lilo screamed as she found herself shooting forward and proceeded to tumble,
rolling over before final coming to a stop by the front door, stuck on her
back, her legs wiggling frantically.
Lilo stared up; she froze as Nani came into view again. Her older sister
glaring at her, her expression twisted into one of absolute hatred and disgust,
she lifted her foot again, her wrinkly moist sole filling her vision, the scent
of vinegar and pineapple filling the air fresh. Nani lifted her heel and began
to lower her foot, her gigantic toes drawing closer to the petrified girl, the
stench of her sweaty pineapple death approaching, before finally her building
sized toes smashed down onto her tiny form.
SQUISH
Nani lifted her heel higher, raising onto her toes as she applied as much
pressure as she could onto the insect, her eyes narrowing as she felt the pest
squish beneath her weight before twisting and grinding her foot before lifting
the tainted foot, briefly glancing back, groaning in disgust at the site of the
squished remains, bracing herself against the bookcase by the door she fished a
tissue from the box on the top shelf and proceeded to wipe the goo and other
remains from her toes, balling the tissue into a ball, closing it around the
pest's remains before dropping it into the bin.
"Lilo you are sooo grounded." She muttered to herself as she headed upstairs to
shower.
A/N Just a small idea I had when thinking back on old cartoons, hope you all
enjoyed it, don't forget to cast your votes, is Elsa's fetish this week, and I
hope this short OneShot inspires some new requests.
 
***** Callie Brigg's Teasing Toes *****
Chapter by kellym01
Contribution
Title: Callie Brigg's Teasing Toes
Author: aQuarianFetishist
Requested By: Salamander Blue
Categories: SWAT Kats
Characters: Callie Briggs, OMC
Contains: Feet, Foot Fetish, Teasing, Foot Smelling, Toe Sucking
The long hours left her restless. She liked it best when she was out doing real
work, doing good for the city. Even... facing down danger with those scoundrel
pilots. However most days all she did was meander through mazes of cubicles and
seas of desks with an occasional trip to the upper level where her heels would
click and clack across tile floor. They were comfortable heels, pink with a
modest rise, but her toes were antsy little things that needed to move. Seated
at her desk they would press and wiggle in the leather, prying the shoe off of
her foot and letting it dangle there. Her chair would squeak quietly as she
swivelled it around, her hanging shoes getting caught on the supports and
falling onto the carpet with soft thuds. Then she'd turn back seconds later and
stretch her feet back inside those pink heels, her toes wiggling until they had
a grip so the rest of her foot could slide in after. Over and over she'd repeat
this ritual, sometimes dangling a bit longer, sometimes letting her anxious
feet free for minutes at a time.
For Clay, it was hours. Long, torturous, lust-filled hours. Deputy Mayor Callie
Briggs' office was in the middle of the floor with clear glass walls on all
sides. Callie had told him once that the layout of his level had been her idea
and that she'd surrounded her office with glass walls to show that she had
nothing to hide.
"Transparency is the hallmark of Civic Government, Clay!" She'd said with
inspired seriousness.
Clay cared little for politics but all the same he was thankful for Miss
Brigg's "civic" attitude. It meant that he had a good show almost every work
day. It meant he actually enjoyed getting up early in the morning to be the
(close to first) person into the office, and usually the last to leave. Oh it
was distracting and he got little work done most days, to be sure, but that
could all be made up whenever Callie Briggs was out of the office, which was
often enough to allow him to cram everything into a few rushed hours of furious
typing and photo-copying. His station was right in front of desk with his own
perpendicular to it. All he had to do was turn his head to the right and he had
a clear view of the underside of her desk where everything below her calves was
exposed. When it suited him, when he was feeling bold and stupid, he'd drop
something off the side of his desk and lean down to pick it up, peeking
discreetly up Callie's skirt as he did so. The shameful behaviour made his
whisker's twitch and his ears curl. It also made his heart beat faster. He knew
she couldn't see him, not with her dual monitors in the way, but a couple
employees had given him queer looks before when he'd done it.
The first was an older cat, her fur so black it sparkled every so faintly blue
in the right light. She was a good looking gal in her knee-length skirt, dark
blue blazer, and matching blue heels, but her station was at the far end of
that floor. When she'd spied Clay moving over one time he was sure that she'd
report him and go running to the Deputy Mayor herself, but nothing had come of
it.
"Maybe she gave me the benefit of the doubt?" He'd asked himself one lonely
night in his apartment as he tried to swallow his lingering fears. More likely
she'd had no real proof of anything so she'd kept her mouth shut, or maybe she
HAD told Miss Briggs, but hadn't been believed? Callie did like him after all.
Oh, not that THAT way, of-course. He wished it so, but Callie seemed to like
more aggressive guys, out-going guys, dangerous guys. Not timid young men like
Clay. All she liked about him was his polite attitude and spotless record.
The other employee who had seen him had made it very clear. A cocky alley-cat
with dirty stripes and a flashy grin, he'd given one to Clay as he walked
through his field of view one time. As Clay looked up at him in surprise he'd
offered a thumbs-up. Ever since that little incident whenever Clay would pass
him on the way to his desk, or bump into him anywhere else, he always gave him
a nudge with his elbow and another one of those flashy grins.
Clay hadn't been at all worried about exposure from him. No doubt he was
envious of Clay's location in the "seating arrangement". That alley cat was
always hitting on the Deputy Mayor, always teasing and playing, and always
being politely brushed off.
'If only he appreciated her the way I do,' Clay thought.
Months ago he had moved his computer monitor to the corner of his desk,
allowing him to sit at an angle and "work" while he focused behind it, on the
underside of Callie's desk. He was doing that now and she was giving him quite
a show.
Callie was swivelled around in her chair, facing away from him. Her heels lay
discarded at the bottom, the inside of one was pointed right at Clay. He loved
that. He was close enough and his vision so acute that he could make out most
of the details of her shoe's insole. It was a beige colour, but there was a
subtle stain, a smudge, darkest at the heel and in the toe of the shoe, five
little imprints. It was hard to make out, but the lighting was just enough...
Oh, if only he could get closer.
Dancing and twisting atop the chair legs were the infamous feet themselves.
Even seen straight on they had a noticeable curve. When not bent or twisted her
soles were creamy and flawless, pillow soft. Many a day he had imagined what it
they would feel like pressed against his face, or against his crotch. He'd
fantasize about each one sensually gliding over him. They'd be fresh out of her
heels, maybe after a long day at work. Ever so slightly damp, and warm, so
warm, but with just a hint of a scent. Leather and sweat, and HER. His pants
grew painfully tight.
She was flexing her toes now. Rhythmically her whole feet would scrunch and
cause wrinkles to break out all across her soles. One foot dipped down into a
hell, scooping it up, then the other. She appeared to lean back in her chair,
her legs crossed in front of her (and now farther away, and harder to see). To
compensate he had to do the same, pushing his chair back to the edge of his
desk. As he leaned back her feet came into perfect view again. One high-heel
clad foot was resting on the carpet, but the other dangled above. She was
flexing her ankle, wiggling it back and forth, slow, then faster, then slow
again... round and round, back and forth, back and forth, up, down, up... Then
back of the shoe slid off and her heel exposed once more along with much of the
sole of her foot. The shoe was held on by her toes, which now were at rest,
allowing the heel to dangle motionless beneath her. Clay had a perfect view,
able to stare right down into her shoe and up to the ball of her foot. Then her
toes jerked and the shoe briefly rose up, closing off the gap as it latched
onto her heel, but only for a second. This time it dangled preciously for a few
seconds before clattering to the floor, her Callie's foot now left naked.
Mercifully, this didn't seem to concern her. Clay realized he was holding his
breath and slowly let it out, a barely perceptible quiver in his throat. He
glanced around quickly, but nobody was close by. It was late and already and
most of the desks her empty. With earnest he returned to watching the 'show'.
Callie was still facing away with her legs crossed, her foot still bare. She
was slowly rolling her ankle as she'd done before, but now one of her hands was
resting on it, her fingers pressing into the bottom of her foot.
She was giving herself a foot massage.
Clay grit his teeth and exhaled again. If only she would ask he would have been
thankful to do the same for her. He would savour every second of it. One time
he had nearly offered to give her a foot rub when they were working late one
night, with just the two of them on the whole floor. He had been standing at
her desk, talking with her about some report and during a lull in the
conversation she had leaned back in her chair, yawned widely, her sharp teeth
glistening, and murmured that her feet hurt. For several seconds Clay's voice
had caught in his throat, but he just couldn't do it. Wouldn't it be too
obvious? She'd taken his silence for like fatigue and suggested they each head
home. Clay had stuttered some clumsy agreement and they had both departed. Ever
since that night he'd been kicking himself.
'Next time I'll make the offer. I'll just do it jokingly... but if she
agrees...'
She was rubbing her toes now, alternating between kneading the ball of her foot
and spreading her toes with her fingers. As her fingers slid in between each
digit her claws would push out, long, sharp, pale white, and immaculate. Callie
Briggs never seemed to paint them. Clay didn't mind though, her feet were
perfect as they were. Well, maybe a toe ring on one foot... an anklet too. Yes,
he could see it now, dangling loosely juts above the joint. As her toes were
bent back and forth, or moved in and out of her high heels he'd catch
occasional glimmers from the toe ring, nestled in tightly, encased by the flesh
of her delicate foot.
How would she get it one? She had such small feet, such feminine toes. It would
be hard to find something in her size. They'd go together, shop around town and
when they found the right shop she'd giggle and slide off one of her shoes and
hold out her foot. He'd grab it gently with one paw, her warm sole pressing
into his palm. Then with trembling fingers he'd slide a ring onto one of her
toes. She'd wiggle them back and forth, the gleaming ring rubbed between them
on either side.
"No, not that one..." Callie Briggs would say, her toes dancing.
Then he'd try another, and another, until they both agreed they'd found the
right one. Maybe a ring with a tiny little gem it, his birth stone, so that a
little piece of him would always be there with her, between her toes.
"I'll think about you whenever I play with my feet, Clay," he heard her tease
in his fantasies.
Clay's routine continued for several more weeks, a month. He worked a little,
watched a lot, and fantasized even more. Things were quiet around the city and
Callie was in her office almost all day. It was dull for most, but never for
Clay. He even discovered a new way to appreciate his boss's teasing tootsies
when he chanced to run into her next to the photo-copier one day. She was bent
over the machine trying to sort out some error with her shapely behind pointed
up into the air. Behind it her elegant and bushy tail swished lazily, its
golden fur sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. Most guys would have been
mesmerized by that alone, and it didn't escape Clay's notice. However the real
treat for him was, of-course, down at floor level.
For the first time he had the opportunity to check out her feet up close, and
from a new angle to boot. Never before had he looked down at the tops, right
along her spotless knees, down into he toe cleavage. As she growled and
rummaged at the back of the machine, leaning forward more and more, almost onto
her tip toes, the gap between her toes peaked out more and more. Then she'd
slide forward again and her skin would get a small wrinkle where it met the top
of her shoe.
'They must be so tight and constricting' he thought, mesmerized.
She finally took notice of him.
"Oh, Clay, sorry, need the machine?" Her nose twitched curiously, "You
alright?" He was staring down at her feet.
Startled, the young cat finally met her gaze, his fur bristling with
nervousness.
"Ah, yeah, I was just uh,"... he trailed off and looked about the room. To the
window, the ceiling, the copier, her feet again... and then, "I was just
worried the machine was broken. Um, you know, important report to send off and
all... Heh heh..."
Her eyes seemed to dance, her tail doing the same.
"Well it's working now, so... go on," she said, patting him on the shoulder and
moving passed him, out of the room. As she slid around him her tail brushed
faintly against him. Once she was gone he let out a dazed sigh. He was yarn in
her paws, to be unraveled and dangled helpless before her.
Thinking back on that incident made him smile, and he wasn't sure why. Had she
figured him out? She'd shown no sign of it, but she had been more playful as
late... and she'd worn some new pairs of heels. Pink ones and black ones, some
white strappy-heels that were open-toed...
No, it was wishful thinking, the desperate wish of a lonely, tormented man, he
told himself. However the thought just wouldn't leave him. Over the next
several weeks he resolved to try and get to know her better. Maybe... even as
more than a friend. She was single after all, but even just getting into her
circle of friends would be something. He imagined trips with her to the beach,
her feet bare in the bright sun for all the world, but mainly him, to see.
Maybe even he would work late nights with her in her apartment, or over the
weekend. He'd be so close to her bedroom, to her closet, where she'd keep all
her different high heels and he would...
Clay stopped himself, literally shaking his head to try and clear away such
dangerous thoughts. That was too far, much too far. Ogling was one thing, but
what he was imagining doing now would just be plain disrespectful.
He resolved then that he'd tell her truth when the time was right.
From that day forward it was just a matter of building up his courage. Whenever
he faltered he need only peek under Callie's desk and watch her heel dance. If
he was to have any hope of being closer to those splendid soles he would have
to be braver, and a little lucky. In the end, he got both. A very tricky file
came his way and as fortune would have it, he needed his boss's help. It was
important to the city and she had offered, insisted in fact, that she work with
him closely on it. For the first week that just meant running a draft by her at
the end of the night that she would review overnight.
He would stand there in her office, awkwardly staring at his own feet trying
not to stare at hers. She would sit facing him, usually with one leg resting
under her bottom. Out of the corner of his eye he'd spy her clawed-toes
shifting and flexing. Whenever she'd turn back to her computer he'd chance a
real look, but the angle was usually bad. All the could hope for was to gaze at
her shoes themselves. One night when they'd been revising his work for several
hours he found himself sat on the floor next to her chair, her exposed sole
just inches from his face. A few furtive sniffs and he realized he could
faintly smell it too, faint, and near exactly what he'd imagined. There was
sweat and leather, yes, but something sweet, a trace of lotion perhaps. While
Callie typed away at the report he almost dared move closer so that the tips of
her toe-claws would brush against his cheek, but he dared not. Instead he
settled for letting his wrist brush against the ball of her foot as he stood
up, reaching up and backward to brace his hand on the desk. It was an awkward
move but it seemed to work. Callie barely turned her head as she felt him brush
against her.
Finally one miraculous evening she asked him if he'd mind following her home so
they could work on it there, over dinner. It was very late and he was quite
drowsy, but he quickly snapped awake.
He had to take a few moments to collect himself. The realization hadn't really
dawned on him yet.
"Uh, sure... why not... okay," he yawned away the last of his fatigue and stood
up out of the chair he'd been sitting in.
Callie offered a sweet smile and then turned back to her computer, and the
report.
"Let me finish this paragraph and I'll meet you down in the parking garage,
kay?"
Her tail swished mysteriously.
Clay, being quickly overcome with excitement, was barely able to murmur out his
agreement and then then hurry out of the office. He even walked straight passed
his desk, and his keys, having to turn back sheepishly to snatch them there
resting place next to his coffee cup.
Minutes later and he was sitting in his car, staring at hers. Callie's car was
much nicer than his, but it made sense as she was his boss after after all. It
was a flashy red convertible, fast and sporty, and fun. He wondered if she ever
had the time to just cruise around it, speeding a long on some of the county
roads maybe, or on the coast. Her foot press down hard on the gas pedal, her
leather heels crinkling, her toes squeezed...
She entered the garage, sauntering a few feet from his car and offering him a
quick wave as they briefly locked eyes.
Swallowing his anticipation Clay started his car...
The Deputy Mayor lived in a nice neighbourhood, of-course. Clay reckoned that
if he saved up all his money for a few years and got several promotions he
might be able to afford one of the smaller condos here... for a few months
maybe. As it turned out Callie's wasn't all that big, just a simple one bedroom
place with a kitchen, dining room, living room, and a patio. It was one unit in
a row of units connected together, far more open and fancy than his cramped
little place built into a man-made honeycomb. He felt like an insect there...
and here too, maybe.
It wasn't the building though, it was who he was with. The more he saw how
Callie lived the more apparent it was just how out of his league she was.
Suddenly he felt like a downy little kitten in first grade trying to hit on his
teacher... but then Callie wasn't that much older than him.
'She's just so driven and dedicated, but I could do it too...'
"Well, here we are!" Callie announced as the door to her condo swung open and
she stepped inside, flicking on the light. "Go ahead and make yourself
comfortable, okay? I'm just gonna change real quick."
Before heading to her bedroom she removed her high heels.
Clip.
Clop.
They rattled onto the tile and Clay instinctively looked down at the noise, his
tail snapping around excitedly. If Callie took any notice of his interest she
didn't show it. A few seconds later a door closed down the hall.
Clay licked his lips and settled down on the armrest of a nearby couch. He
removed his jacket, laying it over the back, and then knelt down to untie his
shoes, bringing his face within a few feet of Callie's now discarded high
heels. He quivered. Perhaps it would do no harm if he took just one tentative
sniff... he couldn't help himself any longer. Clay leaned forward and grasped
one of the heels with his hand. It was warm. He could feel it even on the
outside of the shoe. As he fumbled it around in his hand his fingers reached
inside and warmth was even more intense there. Hot even, and slightly damp.
Slowly, nervously, his tail snapping back and forth, his fur bristling in
places, he brought the opening of the heel to his nose and drew in a deep
breath.
Heat and moisture... leather and sweat, salty and slightly sour, pungent but
not unpleasant. It wasn't too strong, it was clean, just well worn. Somehow it
was a feminine scent, to him at least.
He set the shoe down with a trembling paw.
Suddenly Clay felt like a creep, but he was exhilarated as well. After so long
he finally had the full picture in his mind. Ogling her dangling heels and
playful toes would never be the same.
"Caught you..." teased a soft voice from the entrance to the hall. He'd never
heard the door open because it never had. Turning to look at her, bristling
with embarrassment, he realized that she'd been waiting in the dark bathroom at
the far end of the hallway, watching.
"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" Callie Briggs asked, sauntering with each step,
her jacket cast aside and her shirt partly undone.
Clay was at a loss for words.
"Oh I know you must be embarrassed and ashamed, but your secrets' safe with
me," she leaned back against a wall and held her leg out, the sole of her foot
pointed at him. "You aren't a good sneak anyway. I've seen you drooling over my
feet for weeks now." Her eyes narrowed playfully, "You're not as sneaky as you
think you are."
He wasn't sure how to feel. Embarrassed? Guilty? Relieved? He tried to
apologize,
"Callie, uh, Miss Briggs, I'm sorry I know shouldn't have-"
She waved a hand. Her tail swished. "Oh shush, I'm not angry, but you should
make it up to me..." Her toes dug into the carpet, her foot scrunching. Eyes
cast down.
Clay failed to avert his gaze. His tongue slid along his lips while his ears
swiveled about. He waited for her to make the demand... and waited. Her tail
kept swishing and she was grinning evilly. She was silent. If he wanted this
then he would have to say it. He swallowed hard and then opened his mouth to
speak. At first nothing came out, but he tried again,
"I... I could give you uh... I could rub your... feet if they hurt... I don't
mind if... I mean if you're okay with th-a-t-..."
Callie laughed, waving her hand and rolling her eyes up at him, "Oh fine, I
guess that will do! I've tortured you enough."
Grinning, she sashayed over to the couch and plopped down beside the armrest
he'd been sitting on. "Well, come on!"
With a giddy spasm Clay obliged, sitting down cross legged in front of her and
taking her right foot in both hands. He had never given a foot massage before,
but all he could reason to do was what came naturally. Resting her dainty foot
in his lap he began to kneed and rub the sole with his thumbs, pressing and
swirling and rubbing. Periodically he would move his hands down to her heel,
sometimes working the sides of her ankle, then he'd gradually work his way
towards the tip of her foot, massaging the ball of her foot, right at the base
of her toes, and then her toes themselves, gently rubbing the underside against
his palm. After a while he repeated the process with her other foot.
Callie was relaxed against the cushions, purring softly, her eyes slits behind
half-closed lids. He was rubbing her right foot again, his eyes staring at her
perfect nails, when he was momentarily startled by something pressing against
his chin. It was her other foot, the claws slightly extended, prodding at his
fur, the tips of her toes just below his lips...
He realized he had stopped his hands when her eyes started to open and quickly
resumed. His lips parted soon after and he resisted the urge to gasp in
pleasure as he felt her soft toes slide inside. He suckled on them with
earnest, savouring each moment, each toe. Sometimes he tasted them all
together, and then each individually. Sucking on Callie Brigg's toes and
rubbing her foot at the same time proved to be a little bit more than Clay
could manage, but at some point she took pity on him and he realized that her
other foot was pressing against his crotch, sliding back and forth over the top
of it.
In no time at all he found he had spent himself and her toes slid out of his
mouth, gliding down his shirt (the claws tearing it in a few places), and then
coming to rest in his crotch. Callie's eyes were barely open now, but she was
purring louder, and so was he. With regret he took her feet from his lap and
then shakily rose to his feet. His legs had gone mostly to sleep.
Clay was going to need a change of clothes.
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