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Forced Foot Slavery
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It was late and I was hanging out in the living room of a house I shared with a few friends. I was on the internet messing around and had taken a few sleeping pills to help me get to sleep. I was alone when I had taken them, but a few minutes after I popped them Jennifer and Nikki had come over. These were the last girls I wanted to see. They had both separately shown interests in me in the past few weeks and I had snubbed them both. Jennifer was crazy, and a bit too chubby for me, and so was Nikki plus she had short hair and I just wasn't in to that. They sat on my couch and told me they were waiting for my roommate. Whatever, I thought, as long as they were gone before the pills took effect. They weren't, I guess my roommate was running late. I told them both they had to leave or wait elsewhere because I was going to go to sleep as I had taken a few pills. They agreed to wait outside and I went to my room and practically blacked out right away. I didn't know it at the time, but this was exactly what they were waiting for. When I woke up I wasn't in my bed. Instead I was lying on my back in an unfamiliar place. I tried to move but realized I couldn't. My hands were tied to the legs of a chair and my feet were both bound to a large wooden table. I was completely helpless, spread eagle on the floor, and soon realized I was naked. I screamed out for help. That was when Jen and Nikki both walked in. "Look, our little captive is awake" Jen said as Nikki giggled a bit. "What the fuck" I exclaimed. "You crazy bitches need to let me go now" "Shut him up while we explain to him why he is here" Jen told Nikki. Immediately Nikki walked towards where I was laying tied up on the floor and smiled down at me. She then took off her tennis shoe and removed her filthy sock. "Open up wide" she sang as she balled it up and forced it in my mouth. It tasted like dirt and stunk like crazy! What the hell were they doing to me!? With the sock securely in my mouth, the two girls stood over me laughing. "He does look pretty cute like this" Nikki said as she covered her mouth and giggled some more. "Should we tell him why he is here" "Hm, yes, I think it's time" Jen said smugly. "But first, let's let him know who is boss here" With that, both girls removed their shoes and started kicking me relentlessly. It lasted for a good five minutes, with their stinky feet kicking what seemed like every part of my body. By the time they were finished I was beaten so badly I could barely move. "You are here" Jen started before kicking me one last time hard in the ribs, "because you think you are so much better than we are, but in reality, you are no better than the dirt on our feet. We have both had our fair share of dealings with men like you and decided this time we are going to teach you a lesson" It was then I saw the most horrifying sight I had ever seen in my life. Nikki pulled out some scissors from behind her back and started snapping them shut. "If you don't do everything we say, kiss your little cock goodbye" Oh my god! What were these two women planning? I nearly pissed myself I was so scared. "First of all, you aren't worthy of either one of us. Just so you know, you were the last guy either one of us has decided to try to date. We are lesbians now, and you..." Jen said with a smile" are our new slave." "Oh," Nikki added, "And don't think screaming will help you. We rented this place far out in the woods to get away from anyone who might not agree with our lifestyle so there is no one around for miles to hear you. Plus, if you scream when I take the dirty sock out of your mouth, Jen will cut your dick off" They both giggled a little more. "Nod if you understand" Jen said as she reached for the sock. I nodded, not knowing what else I could do. She slowly removed the sock from my mouth and I laid there quiet, fearing the worst. "Like we said before" Nikki started, "You aren't good enough for either one of us. Not even good enough for the dirt on the bottoms of our feet. However, we have decided that's just what you will get. You, cute little man all tied up, will be our new foot slave. You can always decline, but if you do, Jen will cut off your dick." As she said it Jen started snipping the scissors near my nether region. At the same time Nikki moved her dirty foot near my mouth. "You have a choice. Either start cleaning it with your dirty tongue or lose your manhood" Her feet were so stinky, but I had no choice. My tongue came out of my mouth and started to lick her toes. She laughed, Jen continued snipping, and I slowly started to lick her toes. "DO IT BETTER THAN THAT" Jen screamed at me and snipped a little too close to my cock, which scared the shit out of me and made me lick like my life depended on it. "That's it" Nikki smiled down on me and moved her toes deeper into my mouth, "Suck my toes like you are in love with them. Don't worry, Jen has nasty feet too and you will get to those after you finish with mine." With that she moved to sit in the chair above me. She then stuck her dirty foot in my face. "Clean NOW" she ordered. I did, despite the taste being worse than anything I have ever tasted in my life. "How cool is this" Nikki said to Jen as I licked and sucked at her dirty toes. "A week ago he couldn't even look at me, now he is sucking my toes! It feels so good, you are going to love this" Jen smiled, "I can't wait. I always thought he would look cute tied up, now I am sure of it" The two women giggled as I cleaned each of Nicki's feet, sucking each toe and licking the heels for what seemed like forever. Then Nikki got up and Jen sat down. I didn't know if it was possible for anyone's feet to stink more than Nicki's did, but now I was sure. Jen's toes smelled rotten. It took all I had to bring my tongue to come in contact with her foot. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, lick the dirt of those stinky, nasty, ugly feet. But I had no choice, these women were crazy and I knew they would have no qualms about snipping my cock right off. After I was done the two stood over me once more, kicking me with their bare feet until I couldn't move again. Then Jen left for a second and came back with some pills. "These are to make sure you don't try to escape. You will eat one of these every day. They are not sleeping pills like the ones you took, they will make you completely weak and docile. We don't want you ever trying to escape; you will be here forever as a foot slave to both of us, and these will make sure you don't have the energy to try to escape from your bonds. You will never have sex with us, though. That's the fun part, for us, not you" they both laughed. I was given the pill, force fed with Jen's toes and then forced to suck her big toe until it took effect. When it did I realized they were right. I wasn't completely out but I had absolutely no energy at all to resist them. "Now, let us tell you a little bit about your new life" Nikki said smiling while Jens toe was still in my mouth. "Because you didn't want either of us, you will never get either of us. What you will get is our dirty feet, every day, night, morning, and any other time we choose, every day, for the rest of your life" Jen then spoke up. "You have such beautiful lips. They look so cute wrapped around my toe like that. Did Nikki mention we have moved to the middle of nowhere? Oh, and in case you get any ideas, one of us will always be here to torment you. But first things first, as I said before we are now lesbians, so having a naked man around just won't do. Nikki?" Nikki then stood over me with the scissors as Jen got up. If I had the energy to move, I couldn't because my cock was stuck in between the blades of the scissors. Jen then untied me and slipped something on me. It was a dress. I was then tied up again, this time my hands and feet bound and a collar around my neck attached to a chain. "You are going to be our little slave bitch" Nikki laughed. I sat there on my knees groggy while the two evil women stood in front of me. "Now, bow on your knees, kiss each of our toes, and thank us for letting you become our slave!" To show me the last sentence wasn't a joke, Nikki snipped the scissors a few times. That was enough to convince me. I kissed, each toe, all twenty of them on each woman's foot, as I bowed before them. They both laughed hard and Nikki even offered up her second foot. "This is your new life" Nikki said smugly, "Kissing and licking our dirty feet. You probably already do, but you will regret even more the way you treat women. Maybe not now , but when you have done nothing but licked feet for the next year and a half, it might finally dawn on you" That was the beginning. I am now tied up 24/7 and forced to lick their feet clean, suck their toes, and do whatever other humiliating nasty things they can think of. At night, I am tied to their bed and forced to suck each of their toes gently while they sleep, under threat of the scissors. I am always wearing a dress, no shoes, and am constantly made to do the housework for them. As they promised, I never have sex with either of them. They have plenty of sex with each other, just not with me. I am a foot slave, and when they make out, which is all the time, I have to sit at their feet and clean with my tongue. Sometimes they just make me suck their toes for hours. About two months in I accepted my fate. Now, and for the last five years, I have been a slave to two dirty lesbians, both of which I spurned, and who now take their revenge out on me with their dirty feet every minute of every day.

So i have a sister Cheryl, 18, who can be very bossy and demanding but its not something I’ve noticed before until she basically made me her slave without me even noticing she was doing it. About a month before she turned 18 our parents went away for a week for there 20th anniversary in the Caribbean. Now the thing you should know about me is that I’m very submissive so i’ll do just about anything anyone tells me to and Cheryl took advantage of that in the week we had together. Since Cheryl was the oldest she was left in charge of the house ergo of me. They left us a grand to spend on food and drink and we had to compromise
 Hours. That's how long I was shackled to the floor being tortured horribly by the family's twisted fucking maid. Hours of feet so coated in sweat and grime it was like she had a second skin, a second skin that had been smeared and wiped all over my face and my tongue covering it in what can only described as the purest form of foot funk. Hours of my testicles being scorched burned and beaten by a cattle prod over and over while being subjected to the downright vomit inducing feet. Hours of being brought to the brink of a somewhat blissful orgasm over and over and over again but never quite reaching it before writhing and screaming in agony.
 I was finally done. It felt like an eternity but it was probably more like an hour. One by one my body forced me to endure picking up a filthy flat and taking one long lick down the insole placing it down somewhere in the wardrobe based on how much I gagged. I had organised the dozen something shoes from least revolting to most before closing the wardrobe and sitting at the center of the room waiting for my body to force me to do my next task.

I was terrified of what was next to come. In my short morning interaction with the mother of the family I had already been forced to do things I would never in my wildest nightmares imagine. Consumin
I walked into the empty biology room, I had a free period and nowhere to be so I decided to head to my class early and do the homework I forgot to do last night. The rows of desks were empty except for one girl near the back of the room. She sat in front of my assigned seat during biology so I sat behind her. She sat crossed legged with cotton black leggings that cuffed just above her ankles. She was tall and lanky, with dirty blonde hair tied into a loose ponytail. Her bangs came down over her thin framed black glasses. Her gray sweat shirt bagged above the waistline. As I walked down the row she turned the page and studied from the textbook
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Foot-slave to the orc-chief 2k word challenge (FAILED)By L1ghtsDawn aka Saicrit

"I would defend her and teach her, control her and train her, until she learned her own incalculable worth, and she stood upright and proud, strong and confident, looking at the world in the eye and yielding to no-one but me." --Fiona Esmonde
That was terrific, L1ghts. You gotta love it when orc women take over, and torment everyone with their unbelievable stinky and sweaty feet. 
Feet dreams are made of stink...who are we to disagree?
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"You know the rules, you help me you get time off of your sentence. Looks like in your case it'll be a decade, though the alternative is we lock you right back up." Amanda Waller sad as she took her place behind the thick layer of shatter proof glass. Standing across from her, in the separate room, was a purple haired girl in an orange stained jumpsuit. Her hair was ragged and long and she looked both pissed and a tiny bit frightened, handcuffs and ankle cuffs preventing any outbursts, not that she would have any anyways. But Waller knew it was always better safe than sorry. "Well if you lock me back up with Harley again I...I don't know if I'll survive anyways. Besides, a decade pretty much ends my sentence anyways. Let's get it over with, what exactly are we doing here?" The criminal known as Bullet Sponge, real name Mia Offer, said from the center of the large metal contraption contained in a safe room monitored by the scientists on the other side. Waller leaned forward and held
Finally free from the torture at the feet of Morgana our protagonist hopes to find some relief. But when the maid tells the Ruechilds about how she caught him and they put two and two together to find out he attempted to escape them, well it can only mean one thing. It's time for an obedience lesson. Had a lot of fun writing the next part to this series. Been a while since I wrote it but it felt like riding a bike getting back into each characters mindsets. Hope you enjoy it
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Hours. That's how long I was shackled to the floor being tortured horribly by the family's twisted fucking maid. Hours of feet so coated in sweat and grime it was like she had a second skin, a second skin that had been smeared and wiped all over my face and my tongue covering it in what can only described as the purest form of foot funk. Hours of my testicles being scorched burned and beaten by a cattle prod over and over while being subjected to the downright vomit inducing feet. Hours of being brought to the brink of a somewhat blissful orgasm over and over and over again but never quite reaching it before writhing and screaming in agony. And hours of watching Morgan’s face switch from deadpan and emotionless to filled with a sadistic glee that easily rivaled that of the family as she tortured him with no mercy.
I’m not sure what I felt was joy necessarily but it was definitely something better than what I was currently feeling as I heard the sound of the front door to the mansion opening up. Morgan stopped her current electrocution of my exposed sack to look over to the stairway. She took one quick look down at me bitterly before she started to rise from her seat standing on my chest and forcing what little breath i had in me from my lungs. Glancing down at me with a blank expression on her face she coldly spoke down.
“I’ll be telling the Ruechilds about whatever it was you had planned and they will be the ones to decide what to do with you. With any luck we will be having a much longer talk when I get back.” She says as she walks up my body like a carpet, each step plastering me with a footprint of sweat and grime causing me to gag as she steps on my face. You would think I would be used to it from the amount of her filth plastered and smeared onto my face and yet each time her foot came near me I couldn’t help but wretch in agony.
I took the brief moment of reprieve, if I could even call it that with the bitter sour scent of Morgan’s feet still ever present and the taste coating his entire mouth like a layer of paint on a wall, to take a good look on where he stood in his life. All he was now was a pin cushion for the evil family to poke and prod with their disgusting fucking feet. A mother who treated him both kind and cruel and seemed intent on feeding him concoctions made using her dead skin and sweat. An older daughter who wanted to beat and abuse him beneath her powerful legs all while making him feel as low as she possibly can. A youngest daughter who seemed to take genuine childlike joy in subjecting him to games with rules that would make the layman gag at just the sight of it let alone the smell or taste. Not to mention the three maids who all seemed incredibly unstable in their own ways.
I debated what my options were at this point. Honestly they weren’t great, the family had full control over my body, over all of my actions using just their words. There was no way I could fight back, no way I could lash out and attack them to try and make an escape. Even if I could Morgan has displayed physical strength that there was no way I could compete with. If I had to run I had to wait until no one had eyes on me and I had no orders to do something which honestly seemed impossible. Only other option I could see would be to just...end it. And yet somehow even though that seemed to be my only option I knew I still wouldn’t even be allowed to do that. I’m sure I would never have the chance and even if I did they wicked family would catch me and not only stop me, they would forbid me from trying again and subject me to some form of repulsive torture at their feet. Hell I couldn’t even try and accept my fate because my fucking condition prevented me from ever enjoying the torture they forced upon me.
As I thought I could feel will and hope draining from my body and tears began to well up in my eyes. I had tried hard not to let myself break down to tears but that is what it had come to. It had finally hit me just how hopeless my situation was, how at their mercy I had become, and I just couldn’t stand it any more. And now after Morgan learns that it was a misunderstanding I still wouldn’t be safe. I already knew that Jaclyn would be subjecting me to the shoes she had destroyed with her vile feet. Not to mention after Morgan explains how she caught me they would figure out I was trying to escape and surely punish me. All I could see before me was a future of torture by the hands, feet, butt, hell everything was an option when it came to these sick fucks. And as I heard the door open and the sounds of multiple pairs of footsteps clattering down the wooden steps to the basement, I knew I could do nothing but lie there, tired and beaten, awaiting whate
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