I already knew that Jaclyn would be subjecting me to the shoes she had destroyed with her vile feet. And now after Morgan learns that it was a misunderstanding I still wouldn’t be safe. 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. I had tried hard not to let myself break down to tears but that is what it had come to. 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.Īs I thought I could feel will and hope draining from my body and tears began to well up in my eyes. 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. And yet somehow even though that seemed to be my only option I knew I still wouldn’t even be allowed to do that. Only other option I could see would be to just.end it. 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. Even if I could Morgan has displayed physical strength that there was no way I could compete with. There was no way I could fight back, no way I could lash out and attack them to try and make an escape. Honestly they weren’t great, the family had full control over my body, over all of my actions using just their words. I debated what my options were at this point. Not to mention the three maids who all seemed incredibly unstable in their own ways. 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. 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 mother who treated him both kind and cruel and seemed intent on feeding him concoctions made using her dead skin and sweat. All he was now was a pin cushion for the evil family to poke and prod with their disgusting fucking feet. 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. 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. 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. “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. Glancing down at me with a blank expression on her face she coldly spoke down. 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. Morgan stopped her current electrocution of my exposed sack to look over to the stairway. 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. 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. 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. 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 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. That's how long I was shackled to the floor being tortured horribly by the family's twisted fucking maid.
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