The past that wouldn’t die – Part 2

(These are my darkest fantasies. I put them on paper. Hope you like it. Feel free to e-email me on: arnoldlayne32@yahoo.com)

I returned home one evening at 7.00 p.m. from my work as a lawyer. I kissed

my beloved wife on the cheek and carried my 18-month-old boy to play with

him for a while until my wife prepares me something to eat.

While I was sitting at the dining table eating, my wife told me that

someone of the name of Nelly called and asked about me. “She said she is

your long-time neighbor. She seemed so nice a woman. I invited her to visit

our house tonight at 10.00 p.m. I really can’t wait to get acquainted with

her,” my wife said.

My wife’s words hit like successive hammers on my head, but I did not wear

any expressions of concern on my face in front of my wife. “Oh, really? She

has been our neighbor for a long time. I haven’t seen her in a while, but I

think she doesn’t know our home address here,” I said.

“Yes, she didn’t know it, but I gave her the address,” my sweet wife said.

I was really shocked deep inside by this. I did not feel at ease. The

memories of what she and her friends had done to me in the past when I was

a young kid – and continued to do for nearly 10 years – still overshadow my

life and left deep incurable scars in my personality. “What does she want

from me now? I guess she is still able to destroy my life. I have nearly

forgotten about her for two years now. May be she is paying us an ordinary

visit. Could she disclose the secrets between us to my wife?” I thought to

myself.

Time was running fast. I wished the hands of the clock had frozen. I just

want to live in peace. I really needed her out of my life.

The clock struck 10.00 p.m. My heart was pounding as if the angel of death

was about to knock at my door.

We got ourselves ready to receive her. The door bell rang. I rushed to open

the door as if I were still under her spell to respond quickly to her

requests. It was she again in flesh and blood. She still had her gorgeous

look although she is now in her early 50s. She smiled to me for seconds

with her eyes sending looks that penetrated my head. She was wearing a

short violet shiny dress and a black pantyhose, high-heeled shoes and

classy hat.

“Hellllloooo, Nelly. It’s good to see you again. It’s been a long time.

Come on in. You are most welcome,” I said, avoiding of course to precede

her name with the title I have always used to address her: Mistress.

She stepped in calmly. I introduced her to my wife. She said my wife was so

pretty and that she was glad to get to know her.

She sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. I was spontaneously going to

kneel before her legs as was the usual procedure, but I shooed away the

thought from my mind.

“Alex, first of all I am going to complain you to your beautiful wife. You

know, Katie. I have always been like a mother to Alex, and he just got

married without inviting me to his wedding party. Is this acceptable,

Katie?” she asked.

“Oh. Don’t be sad, Nelly. Sometime Alex makes stupid things, but I am

really pleased to be honored with your acquaintance,” my wife replied

gently.

“You know, Katie. Alex’s mother has always been at work all day and it was

me who always used to serve him his meals and take good care of him and

watch until I make sure he received good healthy nourishment. Do you

remember my meals, Alex?” she addressed me. Of course the two of us

understood each other quite well, particularly as regards the word “meals”!

“Of course I remember, M-…Nelly about your meals. They were really

delicious and I enjoyed them much. No one could ever forget about them no

matter what. I really apologize for not inviting you to my wedding party.

It was really so reckless and stupid of me. Well, Nelly. What would you

prefer to drink?” I asked in a hail-fellow-well-met sort of way.

“Do you have beer? I would prefer beer. Ah! Do you remember, dear Alex,

about the party to which I have invited my friends. I’ll tell your wife

about it, in detail,” she said in a threatening tone.

“Oh..well. Well. I remember…I remember…but first we have to drink

something…Katie, bring us beer here,” I said, trying to switch the theme to

another thing. Katie went to bring us beer. I whispered, nearly begging, to

Nelly to “please don’t mention anything to my wife. I’m a straight man now.

I want to live in peace with my family.”

“Peace my ass! I need you. Are you coming to me or not?” she asked firmly

as if she were threatening.

“OK. OK. I’ll come, but please don’t say anything. Usually I go to my work

at 9.00 a.m. and return at 7.00 p.m. I’ll come to you after work,” I still

whispered. “OK. Come to me after work, but I’ll need in the morning. You

are to be at my house at 8.00 in the morning. I don’t know how, but you

just do it. OK?” she asked.

“OK. I’ll be at your place before 8.00 a.m.,” I said.

My wife entered with several cans of beer. We drank and talked for nearly

two hours. Nelly said she actually came to visit me on business. “I’ve

heard you are a good lawyer, Alex. I’ll be in bad need for your services.

You see, I have some inheritance-related problems with my deceased

husband’s relatives in Canada. I just wonder if you can have a leave for

one month from your work so that we may settle some accounts. Don’t worry,

I’ll pay so lavishly for this,” she said.

“It would be hard to take a one-month leave from my office, but I’ll see

what I can do,” I replied.

“Oh, Alex. It’s not that hard to take a month’s leave from office. You

never take vacations from work. Besides, this is work, too. You’ve got to

help this nice sweet lady, baby,” my wife said. Nelly smiled at her for the

compliment, and stood up to leave.

The next day I woke up a bit earlier than usual, with the priority of the

new day to go to Mistress Nelly’s house. My wife was still asleep. I went

out of my house at 7.30 a.m. and parked my car near Mistress Nelly’s house.

I arrived at her place before 8.00 a.m. and rang the bell. She answered

three minutes late. It seemed she was awaken up by my ringing.

I stepped in. The place stirred those memories in my head. It was that

place which witnessed my captivity to Mistress Nelly and at other times her

friends. I felt a little chill creeping to my body.

“Listen, Nelly! I just came here to tell you that you should go out of my

life. I am a married man now and I have a lot of responsibilities to take

care of. I think it was enough what you have been doing to me for nearly 10

years. Please, Nelly, get out of my life. I have a kid to raise,” I said

firmly.

“Ooooh. Hold your horses, Alex. You are now addressing me as Nelly. Where

is the word Mistress? And why didn’t you greet me the way you used to

during all those years? I think you need some shape-up here, some

refreshing course! Don’t you know I can still have the power to ruin your

life? I still have a lot of evidence showing you sniffing my shoes, kissing

my feet and eating my shit! Of course you didn’t know that every single

thing you did in service to me has been recorded. Here! Let me show you

some,” she shouted.

Nelly went to her bedroom and returned with a videotape. She placed it in

her VCR and played it. It showed me on my back in her bathroom with my face

drenched in shit. The tape then showed a close-up at my shit-covered face

and a part of her genitals sending urine over it with my head leaning at

the back on a stainless steel bowel.

“I think this is enough. I have copies of this if you’d like to keep this

tape,” she said confidently.

“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you so pleased with my destruction?

I haven’t done anything wrong to you. I just want you to forget about me.

That was a crazy stage in my teenage life. I have put this behind my back

and looked forward to a new stable future,” I said, almost sobbing.

My entreating has not touched her heart at all. “You said you have

responsibilities. So what about your responsibilities towards me? Who

should take good care of me when you are gone? I need you, Alex. I raised

you and trained you to be my servant. It’s just not easy for me to give you

up like this,” she said.

Obviously, this was not leading us anywhere. She was adamantly insisting

that I should resume my services to her. “Listen, Alex. I have enjoyed your

devoted service to me during those years. I have taken to it like heroin. I

just can’t give you up. I became addicted to all the things you have

offered me. I became alone after my husband died and I really in need for

someone to take good care of me. No one understands what I want and need

but you, Alex. I think you are convinced now!” she said in her usual matter-

of-factness.

My mind drowned for seconds in awful thoughts. I thought I could confess to

my wife about my past and make a clean breast of it, which would sure bring

an end to Nelly’s captivity of me once and for all. She would not have a

reason to blackmail me.

I, however, imagined how nasty my wife would look upon me if it happened

that I confessed to her about my awful past, or that Nelly sent her one of

those tapes. I just can’t stand it. My wife would think that I have been an

outrageous pervert during my younger years.

Nelly has always had the upper hand over me. She always wins, and I always

lose. I began to reconsider the matter. I have to obey her. I had no other

choice, or else all these years’ efforts and my 10-year endurance of the

nastiest of things done to me would go down the drain.

I was brought to reality by a strong slap on my face. “Get down on your

knees, sucker! Kneel before your fine classy lady here! I’ll help you

return to your natural role in life as my personal servant,” Nelly shouted

angrily.

Despair began to flutter its wings high over my head. I surrendered again

to Mistress Nelly and her gruesome orders. I knelt down in front of her

standing stature. “But when exactly do you need me, Mistress Nelly? I am

working five days a week from 9.00 a.m. until 7.00 p.m.,” I exclaimed.

“Oh. That will be considered while you are licking my toes. Alex, I just

can’t wait for your tongue in between them. I really miss it!” she said,

seating herself as usual on the sofa, stretching her leg and wriggling her

toes in the air.

I did not to keep her waiting, so I went down as meekly as a sheep. I

explored her toes with my tongues as adeptly as I have always been just

like I did not stop doing this for a while.

“Oh. Oh. I really miss this! Lick. Lick,” she said in a coquettish

intonation as soft as a passionflower. She sometimes caught my tongue

strongly between two toes. “Now, suck them one by one and play your tongue

against my nails inside your mouth,” she ordered.

I pampered her toes and nails so professionally that I really began to

believe that she is sexually aroused from her toes. I bet she is cumming

now, I thought.

“OK, Alex. That’s enough. You have a work to go to. I considered the matter

and reached a good solution, dear. Don’t come here in the morning. I think

I would not need you because I am usually in deep sleep. I’ll need you in

the evening everyday for two hours. You are to prepare me my dinner and

massage my feet, and that’s it. How do you like it?” she suggested.

“It’s OK with me. I can tell my wife I would be late for two hours from now

on for some ‘extra work’. Of course my Saturday and Sunday vacations are

excluded from this,” I said.

“OK, I can understand you have to spend the vacations with your wife and

kid. One more thing, Alex. I was not kidding about that Canada affair. I

really need you with me during this month. As I promised, I will pay for

your legal services lavishly, but I am not going to pay a cent for the

other services you know. We are traveling in one week, so get yourself

prepared,” she said.

I agreed and bid her farewell when she told me that I have forgotten

something. “You did not give your Lady the proper greetings,” she said,

crossing her legs.

I took her toes of each feet and smooched them 10 times each. Her legs were

beautiful as they have always been, with the same sexy calves which gained

a little more flesh.

I took her leave and left her house, heading for my work.

(Part 24: Italy)

A week later I was packing up to fly with Mistress Nelly to Canada. We had

everything arranged days before, including the hotel reservations. We

landed at Ottawa Airport and took a limo to the five-star hotel. Mistress

Nelly was so happy.

The bellboy took the luggage to our room, where Mistress Nelly ran to the

bed and lied there, seeming so tired from the eight-hour flight.

“Come on, come on, Alex. Took off my shoes and on with the massage,” she

rushed me. I took off her sandals and started rubbing her toes with my hand

and shaking the calves gently. She left her right foot from my hand and

forced her big toe into my mouth, which I sucked and caressed with my

tongue.

“Oh, what a life! Being in beautiful Canada with my special servant at my

feet pampering them. I have a huge surprise for you, Alex. Rrrrreally

huge!” she said. I did not have a clue. “Guess who came here to Canada

yesterday for a one-week tourism. Madam Adele. Do you remember her?”

The name gave my body a horrible chill. Of course I remember her. She can

never be forgotten.

“How did this merciless black beast get away with all the murders she has

committed in front of my eyes?” I asked myself.

“She insisted on have the room just beside me to be so close. She brought

her special servant, Freak, along. I guess I should call her room now to

tell her that I have just arrived,” said Mistress Nelly, still wriggling

her big right toe inside my mouth playfully.

She took up the phone and told the operator to phone Madam Adele’s room

for her. “Oh. Adele! How are you, dear friend? I have just arrived. I am in

my room now…of course I brought him with me…I can never do without him…ha,

ha. Yes he is sucking my toes now with his magical velvet tongue…You’re

coming…great, waiting for you…bye?” she said, hanging up the phone.

“Come, Alex. Undress me. I need to take a bath before Adele comes in 30

minutes,” she ordered. I took off her beige Bermuda shorts and black top,

then peeled off her white bras and panties. She then forced my head down

and jumped on my back in the sweetest agility.

I got her into the bathroom when there was knocking on the door. I went to

open and it was the room service man carrying lunch. He entered and put it

on the table and walked out.

I took off all my clothes except for my underwear and hurried to Mistress

Nelly in the bathroom. “Alex, where were you? Come rub my body with this

shower gel,” she ordered. She was already lying in the tub with soap all

over her naked body. Although she in her early 50s, Mistress Nelly is still

as attractive as Marilyn Monroe. Her body was so soft, curvy with no single

dent in her body. She was not showing her age at all.

I drew closer to the tub and went down on my knees rubbing her body all

over. She stretched out her right leg and played her toes on my lips and

nose. She then inserted her big toe inside my mouth and went back and forth

from within. The rest of her toes were resting on my left cheek. She then

took her left foot out of the tub and placed her left big toe inside my

mouth. Both her big toes are going back and forth now. She was using my

mouth to relax her feet.

“Massage my calves, Alex,” she cooed. Her calves were as beautiful as ever:

soft, curvaceous and fleshy with grace. She finished her bath and I brought

a towel to dry her up. She then rode me out of the bathroom and headed

directly to the table where her lunch was ready.

She did not get off. She ate her lunch while she was riding me. She stood

up and ordered me to bring her panties and bras from her bag. I took them

out and dressed her. She sat on the edge of the bedside. “Come, Alex. Take

my farts away!” I knelt before her and drew my head in between her open

thighs. She lied her back on the bed and rested her feet on my shoulders.

She started giving my nose farts whose odor has never been strange to me.

“Of course you missed my smell, Alex. Didn’t you, honey?” she asked. “You

bet, Madam,” I replied. “You’re going to get a lot of them during this

month,” she said.

We heard knocking on the door. “Open the door, Alex. It must be Adele,” she

ordered.

I opened and it was her: the black man-killing machine in human form. “Oh,

Alex! I miss you so much, darling,” she entered, with Freak behind her

stooping to enter the room. Freak was dressed in a black suit and a jazzy

necktie and he still had his black eye patch. Adele and Nelly exchanged

kisses on the cheeks and they were so happy to meet.

Adele went in Freak’s direction and slapped him on his face strongly. “Go

quickly, kneel before Madam Nelly and kiss her feet,” she ordered firmly.

The man lowered his gigantic form and kissed Nelly’s feet with a pure

servile attitude.

“Alex, did you forget, kid? Aren’t you going to take my shoes off and

massage my feet?” asked Adele with an urge in her tone. I went immediately

on my knees before the sitting stature of Madam Adele with the same old

fear from her taking its toll on my thoughts as if I have never seen her in

a while. The tone with which she ordered me to take off her shoes was that

same old matter-of-factness in her voice as if nothing has changed.

“I miss your services so much, Alex, particularly your nostrils taking away

my bad smell down there. I had to train that shitty big man lying down

there and he was finally able to learn but that took me quite a long time

to teach that moron his duties. But he is never like you, Alex. You knew

exactly what I needed,” she said.

Freak was still kneeling before Mistress Nelly kissing and pampering her

feet most devotedly. I took off Madam Adele’s high-heeled black shoes and

pantyhose. She was wriggling her red-painted toes in relaxation. “Don’t you

miss ‘em, baby? I need your velvet tongue so badly,” she commanded.

Obviously the two ladies were missing me so much that I thought they have

addicted me. I took Adele’s right foot and raised it closer to my lips. I

kissed each toe for a minute or so, and then began to suck the big one

taking it into my mouth and playing my tongue against the long nail inside.

Madam Adele was closing her eyes and seemed to enjoy it so much.

Freak and me were rewarded for our dedicated service as the two ladies

allowed us to eat with them in the restaurant on the same table. Madam

Adele was eating like a monster. “Food is one of the great joys of life,

Alex. I love food so much. A greater thing is to have a slave ready to eat

my feces at any moment I wish. I trained Freak to adore my waste. He is now

not taking my shit as just a means of surviving. He is enjoying it and

sometimes playing with it,” she said.

Mistress Nelly was also eating avidly. “Your marriage, dear Alex, harmed me

so much. Since you were away, I had no one to serve me, so I used to go to

Adele’s once in a while to use Freak,” she said.

Freak was eating like an animal. He was not aware that we were talking

about him in the first place, I guess.

We finished lunch and went up to retire in our rooms. Madam Adele sat her

big bottom on an armchair while Mistress Nelly lied on the bed. Adele

signaled me to kneel before her. I did. She rested her two feet on my two

shoulders and then brought my body down with a little pressure and I found

my face in front of her ass. She did not waste time. She released a noisy

smelly fart in my face which I inhaled deeply.

The awful warm smell seemed so familiar to my nostrils that Madam Adele’s

gases re-invaded my lungs so easily without the least amount of resistance

on my part.

“I am crazy about garlic bread. I love it so much, but its only

disadvantage is that it gives me a lot of gas. However, I don’t have to

worry anymore as long as I have you, dear Alex, at my ass hole sniffing

those gases away. Didn’t you miss my sweet farts, Alex?” she asked.

“Of course, Madam Adele. I miss ‘em so much. I am here to rid you of

anything you may not find nice,” I answered politely, with fearsome

memories of Madam Adele’s bloody past that I witnessed myself taking their

toll on my mind.

She sent a chain of short and long noisy and soundless farts into my two

nostrils for about seven minutes that I felt a bit dizzy after she released

me. Freak was at squatting in front of Mistress Nelly. He was washing her

toes with his tongue and saliva until she fell into a nap, which I needed

myself after the good lunch we had down in the restaurant.

I was still on my knees in front of Madam Adele, who, noticing that

Mistress Nelly has fallen into sleep, signaled Freak to crawl quietly to

her.

Freak did as was signaled and he looked like a big mantis crawling

willingly into the web of a spider that was much smaller than him.

The fact that Freak was broken into ultra-extreme submission was still a

riddle to me. Whenever I see this formidable Gulliver that strikes fear

into the hearts of many strong men, let alone myself, is acting so

sheepishly towards Madam Adele, I feel so bewildered. In fact, it only

makes me respect, and fear, Madam Adele more and more.

Madam Adele, for her part, is treating him so harshly. I reckon that

Madam Adele thought the crueler she is with Freak, the better results she

will get. Whenever Madam Adele gets bored, she vents her boredom on

Freak’s face for no reason. When feeling she has nothing to do, Adele

orders Freak to lie on the ground and gets herself a chair which she places

over his head so that when she sits she has his face right under her two

feet. She would crush and trample his face and stomp on it with both feet.

Her boredom would end only when she sees blood soaking the poor man’s face

after she scratches his facial skin with her sharp long toenails.

Unfortunately for Freak, Madam Adele was feeling bored frequently. She

managed to instill a belief inside Freak’s stupid head that he is entirely

her private property to do whatever she pleases that Freak, as time goes

by, had only one ambition: his owner’s satisfaction, which might spare him

her ruthless wrath.

He crawled and stopped at Madam Adele’s feet when she whispered to him to

go to her room, take off all his clothes and lie still in the bathroom. He

went out as commanded.

She rose her left foot to my face and in the same time rested her right

calf on my left shoulder and inserted her big toe into my mouth and played

it inside against my tongue. She then inserted the second toe and caught my

tongue inside between her two toes like a tweezers and brought it out.

“Keep it sticking out,” she ordered.

My mouth was open wide and my tongue was sticking out. Adele then rubbed

her left sole starting with the heel and ending with the toes against my

mouth from bottom to top. She kept doing this for five minutes and then

placed her left calf on my right shoulder and began to repeat the process

with her right foot. All the while I was doing nothing except keeping my

tongue sticking out for her to clean her both soles.

“There is nothing joyful in the whole world than to have slaves caring for

one’s needs for comfort and relaxation. I can never live without slaves,

Alex. And the slaves, as far as they are concerned, enjoy their devotion to

me, don’t you, Alex?” she asked, resting her right foot on my left shoulder

in an indication that she freed my tongue only to get an answer from me.

“Yes, yes Madam. Of course I enjoy being a servant for a great fine lady

like you. In fact, Madam Adele, you are an amazing woman. One of her kind;

so strong and so beautiful. You have something unique about you, Madam

Adele, that I have never seen in any other woman on the planet. You have

this magical way of convincing any man to be submissive to you. I have been

convinced of your irresistible power over me the first time I saw you at

Mistress Nelly’s place. I remember quite well the moment you stretched your

legs to me to take off your shoes directly after you learnt from Mistress

Nelly that I was there to serve you ladies in that party. I would never

forget the matter-of-factness with which you ordered me to take off your

shoes,” I answered in a lengthy praising kind of way.

“Alex, baby. You still remember this?” she asked, not giving me time to

answer as she brought my tongue out again with two toes of her right foot

and continued cleaning her sole against my offered tongue.

“You have always provided good services to me, Alex. I really liked you as

my favorite slave, but I would never take you away from your original

owner. I remember so well that devotion in service on your part was always

met with the greatest satisfaction on mine. I don’t remember that you have

summoned my anger for one single day. You have always paid the utmost

attention to my instructions and carried them out accurately as I wanted. I

really want to thank you, Alex boy, for all your dedicated service,” she

said, still having her sole up and down my tongue for cleaning.

“Anyway, I now have Freak. He is extremely willing to serve me to the

fullest, but sometimes I get mad at his stupidity. For instance, it took me

one whole week to teach him to have his nose so tight into my ass hole to

sniff my farts away. During that week I used to smell my own farts, which I

didn’t like. He is now OK, but he was never like you, Alex. You used to do

it so brilliantly that I really felt I was not farting at all. Freak has

been making progress throughout the years of his endless servitude to me.

Even if he ate normal food, he still craves for my shit and piss. I am so

generous with him sometimes to let him sleep in the bathroom lying on his

back with a huge load of my feces on his face to enjoy smelling during his

sleep until the next day. During the flight to Canada, I felt he was about

to die if he hadn’t his usual dose of my shit. Of course it would have been

so strange if we both entered one bathroom on the plane, so I instructed

him that I would leave my waste on a newspaper I had with me provided that

he enters directly after I come out and have the meal I left him there,

which he did and was so happy about it. I also had a big plastic cup and a

straw inside my handbag. I filled it up with my urine so that when he

returns to his seat beside me, he may get some refreshments during the

flight. I always care for my slaves’ needs as long as they care for mine.”

“You know, Alex, that since the moment I became the owner of slaves, I have

never used for once the porcelain toilet used by ordinary people. I always

seek the help of slaves to rid me of this load on one hand, and they get

their meals, which they find delicious, on the other. It’s a mutual

benefit. Freak is not just having shit as food as was the case with you,

Alex. He has an orientation to have his face wallowing in my shit. Come

with me to watch it, I’ll give you a demonstration,” she ordered, stopping

the sole-cleaning-against-tongue process and standing up with a signal to

follow her to her room.

We entered her room and walked to the bathroom, where Freak was lying in

wait on his back. I was behind Madam Adele holding her pair of shoes and

pantyhose as she instructed. “Put these down and come watch how my Freaky

is so freaky about my bowels’ waste,” she said.

I laid down her shoes and pantyhose and stood at the bathroom door

watching. Freak was naked save for his underwear. Adele was standing above

him with legs open and entrapping his body from both directions. She took

off her short black skirt and white blouse. She were wearing white pink

bras and underwear. She peeled the underwear slowly and sexily. Her hips

and thighs were broad and round yet strong and brawny in the way that

marked a wrestler, which she really was.

She handed me the underwear to carry for her and then looked down on Freak

in a despise with lips curled. May be that was the usual facial expression

she frequently gave to Freak. She hemmed a few times, bent her body and

dropped a big sticky phlegmatic spit on Freak’s face. She then squatted her

broad bottom one inch away from his face. Madam Adele squirmed for a while

and produced a spluttering sound that was emphasized by the spacious

ceramic bathroom.

Actually there was no fart given as I have taken care beforehand of all the

gas inside Madam Adele’s body. Shit began to appear from her ass hole. It

was coming slowly as she kept pressing. One big cohesive load started to

land on Freak’s face. It seemed to have no end. It was a thick scaly brown

load that finally departed Madam Adele’s hole to settle on the huge man’s

face. She then followed it with a shorter less solid ones. Shit was flowing

from Madam Adele’s bottoms like a brown rain. She was not pressing hard as

the first load. In four minutes or so, Freak’s face was concealed in feces.

She stood up in the same slow sexy way she had squatted on his face,

turning her back to me. “Clean me, Alex boy,” she instructed as she bent

the higher half of her body.

My attention was taken from Freak to Madam Adele’s ass by her recent

order. I went down on my knees and licked and swallowed the remains of shit

from her ass hole and its vicinity until she was spotless.

She turned to me and gave me a pat on my head. “See Alex, he likes it when

I do this,” she said. Adele raised her right foot and placed it on the shit

on Freak’s face and started to rub it all over his face. She was forcing

some pieces of her shit down Freak’s nostrils with her toes. The man’s face

was all painted brown. “Oh. My sole is dirty again. It’s good you are here,

Alex. I guess you’ll have to stick your tongue out again so that I may

clean my right sole. You are lucky, Alex. You’ll get part of this brown ice

cream in chocolate flavor,” she said.

I was already down on my knees from the ass-cleaning procedure. All I had

to do was to stick my tongue out for this ultra-powerful black lady. She

scraped her right shit-smeared sole against my welcoming tongue, giving me

seconds between each turn to swallow the fecal remains. Her sole was clean

again in a matter of minutes.

“Great. I love your tongue, boy. My sole is clean now. I think I’ll need to

sleep for two hours or so. One more thing, Alex, before you go attend to

Nelly. Pamper my toes with your tongue until I fall into sleep and then you

may go,” she said, exiting the bathroom, closing its door and headed to the

bed to lie there. Me following.

She seemed so tired. She stretched her opened legs and I knelt at the foot

of the bed like I used to do in the past and started sucking each of her

toes and licking the nails all over. I licked between the toes until Madam

Adele fell into sleep.

I then went out slowly and quietly and went to Mistress Nelly’s room. She

was still asleep. I lied down on the floor at the bedside. There was only

one bed and it never happened that the idea of sharing a bed with any of my

mistresses was raised. My place was always down on the floor at their feet.

Mistress Nelly stirred in the bed.  “Alex, boy, where are you?” she called

out. I woke up to her sound. “Yes, Madam, I am here. Is there anything I

can do?” I replied.

“Yes, baby. Come have my farts away. This meal we had in the restaurant was

too much for me. Gas is torturing my intestines,” she said.

I inserted my head in between her thighs and poked my nose right into her

ass hole under her red panties. She began to produce her farts into my nose

as if my lungs were the normal place for her to dispose of her bad anal

odor.

Mistress Nelly’s farts were sweet compared to the awful farts of Madam

Adele. Nelly’s were that of a human being that one could stand smelling,

but Adele’s were too different. I dare swear that Madam Adele’s torturing

brain-rending farts could kill a frail man. Nelly usually gives a few farts

the ordinary way, but Adele, based on my experience with her farts, gives

me the feeling that her farts are endless, especially when I crave for an

end to her torturous odor.

Of course I wouldn’t dare tell this to Madam Adele for I can never predict

what she could to me if she even suspected that I didn’t like her farts.

Killing was more than easy to her, a piece of cake. I have already seen her

wiping off a whole gang from the face of the earth.

I just thought for a while about poor Freak and imagined how he could stand

Adele’s countless farts on a daily basis for years now.

Mistress Nelly stood up ordering me to take her to the bathroom, so I went

on all fours and she rode my back and I took her to the bathroom, where I

was ordered to take off my trousers and shirt and then take her underwear

off, which I did.

I then lied on my back as usual and opened my mouth wide. She lowered her

bottom one inch over my face. Mistress Nelly did not have to adjust her ass

hole over my mouth. It was who has to adjust my mouth immediately under her

ass hole. She did not bother aiming her shit hole over my mouth for the

only thing she had to do was to defecate, and I take care of the rest.

She smoothly brought out a thin rope of brown waste that landed directly

into my welcoming mouth. I had it stored in there, postponing the chewing

lest another one comes. Another one already landed there and I began to

chew and swallow quickly in anticipation of another cargo, that actually

came 15 seconds after I already had the first one into my stomach. Mistress

Nelly was pressing hard with some words mumbled and then came another batch

of several pieces of shit, big and small.

Her defecation was all discharged into my body that she seemed to have

finished shitting. I stayed in place when I noticed that a drop of liquid

fell onto my forehead. I quickly moved my head up an inch and kept my mouth

open wide under her pissing hole. A gush of warm yellow pee flowed into my

mouth and I was swallowing like hell to keep my mouth from overflowing. Her

urine was a bit tangy and salty with a bitter taste.

Her piss gushed into my mouth for three minutes until it reduced to a thin

trickle and then drops. I used my tongue to clean her shit and piss holes

until she was spotless. She rose to her feet and still having my head

between her legs. I lifted my back from the ground and dressed her into her

red panties.

“Oh, Alex. You consumed all that I gave you, not a single trace of shit or

drop of pee. You are marvelous. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in

close contact with my waste,” she said, coquettishly.

“I am at your disposal, Mistress Nelly. I am your faithful servant at any

time you wish,” I replied, politely of course. She signaled me to take her

to the couch. I went on all fours again and she rode my back. I moved after

a hit on the nape. She was laughing and enjoying the ride. I stopped at the

couch but she told me to take her for a tour around the room until she

orders to stop.

I toured Mistress Nelly for a round and she seemed to be very happy about

it. For ten minutes I was carrying her for her enjoyment and my tiring

back. She was light in weight, but I was for some time in discomfort having

to tour the spacious room. Of course Mistress Nelly would never care about

my discomfort inasmuch as she would care about her comfort.

Finally, when I was going by the couch, I received two hits on the scruff,

so I stopped. She rose from my back and ensconced herself into the couch,

then ordered me to bring her the white manicure and nail care devices from

her bag. I stood up and went to her bag and got her what she ordered. “File

my toenails smoothly, Alex, and then paint them in white. Oh, I forgot.

First bring me a bowl of cold water to wash my feet,” she ordered. I filled

a bowl with water from the faucet and went quickly to the waiting Mistress

Nelly. I placed the bowl at her feet, took them and put them into the bowl

and started washing them neatly. I washed her soles and in between toes and

even massaged her sweet white claves with water so tenderly. The phone rang

and Mistress Nelly ordered me to answer it. “It must be Adele. Tell her to

come over,” she said.

I answered the phone and it was Adele. I told her to come over as Mistress

Nelly commanded. “Madam Adele said she is coming in three minutes,” I said

. “Go open the door and leave it open,” she told me. I opened the room door

and returned to my original place at Mistress Nelly’s feet to resume the

foot-cleaning procedure.

Later, two knocks were heard on the door and entered Adele riding Freak,

who was holding her pair of flats with his teeth. I guess she did not care

whether to be seen in the aisle riding a man this way.

“Hi, Nelly. That meal we had was too heavy. I slept like a baby,” said

Adele, still mounting the back of Freak. Adele did not prefer the all-fours

position. She always rode Freak’s back in the bending position. She had

said this position is better for her to guarantee more speed of the slave’s

legs.

She signaled her horsie to get her down, which he did. She seated herself

next to Nelly on the couch and Freak quickly assumed the kneeling position

in front of her, still holding her white flats from the heels in his mouth.

She ordered him to lay her flats and start sucking on her toes. He did as

told.

“Ah. You’re having your feet cleaned. It’s a good idea. I need one myself.

Freak, go get a bowl from my bathroom and bring it here,” Freak ran like

hell and brought a bowl with him in less than 10 seconds.

“What took you so late, you big moron? Do you like to keep me waiting? I’ll

fuck your face with my feet!” she addressed Freak in an angry tone. He

bowed his forehead on Madam Adele’s feet asking for forgiveness. “Your

punishment would be postponed. Go fill this bowl up with water to wash my

feet, and don’t you ever be late again!” she growled.

Freak ran to the bathroom and returned with the bowl and started washing

the black monster’s killer weapons mistakenly called feet.

I started drying Mistress Nelly’s feet. She rested the dried right one on

my left shoulder while I was drying her left. Now Mistress Nelly’s toenails

were ready for manicure. Her toenails were long but in a very graceful way

that seduces anyone to kiss them for eternity. She knows she has a nice

beautiful pair of legs. Sometimes she would go out in the street wearing

short skirts for 10 minutes’ walk just to make men look and admire her

legs, to her satisfaction of course.

Mistress Nelly placed her right foot on my lap. I placed pieces of cotton

between each couple of toes to avoid staining other toes. I took up the

white nail polish and started applying it on her big toe slowly but

accurately. In 10 minutes all the toes were neatly polished in white that

added more and more beauty to Mistress Nelly’s already fine pretty toes.

Beside me was Freak still massaging Madam Adele’s legs and hell of calves.

He was washing her soles and between toes, while I was playfully rubbing

Mistress Nelly’s calves as she rested both her manicured feet on my two

shoulders.

That was how the underworld was going on. The upper world on the couch saw

Mistress Nelly and Madam Adele so indifferent about what was going down

there as if it were the ordinary thing to have their feet massaged, washed,

pampered, manicured, cared for and kissed by men totally enslaved by them.

They were talking and reminiscing about old memories and old mutual

friends.

Mistress Nelly brought her feet down from my shoulders and ordered me to go

fetch a bottle of wine in the fridge. I went to the small fridge and found

bottles of wine placed in order. I also brought two cups and then uncorked

the bottle and placed them all on a tray and went directly to put the tray

on a small table beside Madam Adele. I poured one cup for Madam Adele and

one for Mistress Nelly and seated myself back at Mistress Nelly’s feet.

They were talking and laughing wildly. I thought perhaps this was the first

time for Freak, and may be for me too, to see Madam Adele laughing. Sure

Freak did not see any expressions on his owner’s face except those of

anger, trivialization and contempt, usually followed by the severest

punishment mostly for no reason, or at least a strong one.

Based on my knowledge about Freak, I may positively say that he has totally

surrendered himself to Madam Adele long ago ever since she enslaved him

after a deadly beating at the deceased Robert the Shredder’s mansion, which

I learnt from Madam Adele that her sister, Madam Olga, has been

inhabiting it for a while with Josh and Frank at her disposal as her main

servants. Madam Olga hired other men to work in the small plot of farmland

attached to the mansion. Frank was serving as Olga’s pony taking her round

the mansion to check on the workers. Olga was much lighter in weight than

her big man-devouring sister and she rode Frank in the same way her sister

rode her Freak, the bent back style.

Unlike her sister, Olga was attaching a comfortable saddle on Frank’s back

and a pair of stirrups dangling from his neck so that she may rest her bare

feet while riding. Olga was so classy. She cared about the smallest

details, for she did not just wanted to ride, she as well wanted to ride

most comfortably. She is riding Frank in a pace that was even slower than

the decanter, holding in her hands a pair of reins that ended in mild clips

holding both cheeks of Frank from inside his mouth so that when Olga wants

to go right she would pull the right side of the rein.

Frank, for his part, understood after years of experience as Madam Olga’s

preferred pony that language of reins. Madam Olga never needed to speak or

give orders. The saddle was not leaving Frank’s back even when he was

around in the mansion. He had the stirrups and reins dangling from his neck

like a chain. Whenever Madam Olga snaps her fingers to him, he runs

towards her and gets down on all fours and before she mounts him he will

have attached both clips of the reins inside his mouth. He then rise up

with his back still bent down. Madam Olga then holds the rein while

inserting both feet into the dangling pair of stirrups that never leave

Frank’s neck, and then directs her pony. Right or left movements of the

rein signal Frank to go right or left as Madam Olga wishes. Frank receives

the signal to a bit faster when he finds that both his cheeks are pulled

backward, the more backward his cheeks go, the faster he runs. He of course

slows down when the pressure on his cheeks gets milder. Madam Olga of

course uses her riding crop to hit Frank’s nape when she wants him to stop.

By practice, Frank has been transformed into a human horse in all sense of

the word. If Olga kept pulling the rein in the right direction, he would

turn round and round in the right direction. He does not understand but the

signals of the rein controlled by his rider.

As for Josh, he was serving as Madam Olga’s foot masseur, footrest,

footstool, foot pamperer and foot washer. He was undertaking the

responsibility of caring for whatever is related to Madam Olga’s feet,

including her shoes, sandals or flats, which he takes good care of cleaning

with his tongue and saliva until they sparkle as ordered by Madam Olga.

She was so neat and liked classy treatment, which she totally received from

her servants entirely devoted to her needs and wishes. During the night

when she lies on her bed, Olga has Josh at her feet sucking her toes

tenderly until she falls into sleep and Frank at her ass hole just in case

she cracks up farts while she is sleeping. She always got a good night’s

sleep thanks to the smooth treatment from her slaves.

When first she went to the big mansion to stay there upon her sister’s

request to look after the place and the apple trees grown in the plot of

land, she found the slaves already broken and highly trained thanks to

Madam Adele’s constant efforts.

Madam Olga did not have to make the least of sweat instructing her slaves.

Josh was serving her already at her place from the beginning when Adele

gave him to her sister as a gift. Frank was very grateful for Madam Adele

for sparing his life during the carnage she made in the mansion to

obliterate RIP Robert’s gang, so he did not mind at all serving Olga, and

Adele when she occasionally goes to the mansion for relaxation.

Olga has always discussed with her sister the issue of giving her slaves

ordinary food but Adele rebuked her. “Slaves should eat nothing but their

mistresses’ waste, otherwise they would consider themselves equal to the

rank of their owners. Don’t you ever think about this again, otherwise you

would spoil the servants here. Besides, they have got used to this form of

meals for years. Any other different kind of nourishment would be extremely

strange to them,” Adele would tell her sis.

Josh and Frank got their meals nearly at 9.00 am, 4.00 pm and 9.00 am, of

course nearly one hour or two after Olga’s breakfast, lunch and dinner get

digested and processed in her bowels. She exceeded her eating capacity to

always have food inside for her waiting hungry servants. By time, Olga

discovered that her sister was right. Olga even enjoyed and got used to

disposing of the solid and liquid waste inside her bowels and bladder into

Josh and Frank.

Every night when she relaxes in the couch watching TV, Olga used to have

both men kneeling before her washing, kissing and massaging her feet and

calves and painting her long toenails in light pink as she liked the color.

Back to the hotel in Italy, and back to the couch carrying the two dominant

fine ladies enjoying their feet cared for by myself and Freak. “Alex, go

fetch another bottle,” Mistress Nelly ordered, with a nice laugh and a tone

of drunkenness in her voice.

I brought another bottle of wine and poured into the cups of Madam Adele

and Mistress Nelly. I laid the bottle and resumed rubbing Mistress Nelly’s

legs. Thirty minutes later, they were dead drunk and had us in front of

them to play with in their drunken state.

They suggested a bet that the first of us slaves who drinks the bowl of

water with which their feet were washed would deserve a good prize. They

started on a count of three then me and Freak began to guzzle the two bowls

of dirty water. The ladies were laughing their head off in amusement

watching us drink quickly like hell. In a minute, Freak took it all and

laid the bowl on the floor empty, while I was still had half of the bowl to

drink.

I finished the bowl, but Mistress Nelly was so angry with me. She kicked my

face with her right foot. “You pathetic loser! You embarrassed me in front

of my friend. I’ll punish you severely later,” she threatened with a growl.

“Now the winner will have the honor of having us spit into his mouth 50

times for each of us owners. Open up your mouth wide, Freak,” Madam Adele

said. Freak was on his knees and the women placed chairs from each of his

sides. Madam Adele pulled his hair back violently and shoot her first spit

into his mouth, followed by Mistress Nelly and so on. They were laughing

wildly after each spit.

Just then I thanked my good luck for losing this bet (between me and

myself, of course). Freak must have been suffering with all the goo from

the ladies’ mouths. They finished and ensconced themselves back on the

couch again, laughing in their drunken way.

“Now the second part of the prize. We’ll fill one bowl of my and Mistress

Nelly’s urine. You won’t drink it, Freak, but lick drop by a drop like a

dog so that you would have enough time to enjoy the taste,” said Adele,

taking off her dress, bras and panties and ordered Freak to hold the bowl

for her to pee in. Freak did as told and held the bowl with both hands and

then Madam Adele moved her body a few inches forward to sit on the edge of

the couch and started to piss into the bowl. Her urine was dark yellow and

a bit stinky.

Mistress Nelly was already naked during Adele’s peeing. “Clean me and then

hold the bowl to Mistress Nelly,” Adele ordered. Freak laid the bowl on the

floor and inserted her head in between Madam Adele’s huge thighs to lick

whatever drops of pee remained. He then took the bowl and moved to Mistress

Nelly who was waiting on the edge of the couch herself.

Nelly was peeing in gushes into the bowl until it was completely full to

the rims. He then laid the bowl carefully on the ground to avoid any

spilling. He then laid it and cleaned Mistress Nelly.

“Now drink some until I tell you to stop,” ordered Adele. Freak lowered his

head into the bowl and started to drink slowly for five minutes until Adele

ordered him to stop and to begin using his tongue. He started lapping into

the bowl of piss like a dog. When we used to drink their pees, we usually

did it at one go to avoid any taste, but this way Freak would taste each

and every drop of the bowl against his will.

“Now, come closer, Alex. Put both our big toes into your mouth and suck, “

Madam Adele ordered me. Freak had an all-night-long assignment to finish,

and I guess I was the only one remained to resume the service they needed.

I moved closer to the couch after I had made way for Freak to collect

Mistress Nelly’s yellow rain. I took Mistress Nelly’s right foot and Madam

Adele’s left and put their big toes together into my mouth and started to

suck.

“It’s time to tell him, Nelly,” said Adele.

“OK. Listen, Alex. Remember when I paid you a visit in your place and

talked to you about some inheritance problems with my dead husband’s

relatives? I told you then that I need to settle some accounts with them.

They refuse to give me any of the inheritance, which I consider myself more

deserving than anyone else. It turned out that those relatives are nothing

but a branch of the Italian mafia. They live in a big palace on the fringes

of Rome. The only way to get the money – estimated at 700 million dollars –

is to snatch it from the big safe in that palace. We could have some

troubles as they wouldn’t just let us get the money and leave in peace.

That’s why I brought Adele with me to deal with this matter,” said Nelly.

I was too busy sucking their toes to comment.

” The leader of this mafia branch, an old man of the name Peroni, was

arguing with me about the issue for a month. He settled for a solution that

I would bring any man I like to fight one of his men. The winner takes all

the money. I had no choice but to agree. Of course during the phone

conversation I was thinking of the only troubleshooter I know: Adele, who

has immense experience of dealing with gangs. When I asked her for this

favor, she was so much welcoming,” she said.

“It’s nothing, sweet dear Nelly. Consider your money in your hands. I

always like to fight for just causes. Besides, it’s been a while since I

last killed somebody. We’ll go kick some ass tomorrow, honey,” said Adele,

giving a wicked smile.

“The mission we came here is to attack this gang, get our money and leave

Italy with a big decent fortune. We’ll start moving in the morning,”

explained Nelly.

I was shocked to hear all this. It’s now the mafia. Who would be stupid

enough to stand against them? I know Adele is a gifted killer, but it was

just the mafia. And by the attack on one of their branches, we would be

treading on serious toes.

Freak was still working with the piss bowl with his tongue. He nearly

consumed half of it, when Madam Adele stood took her toe off my mouth,

stood up and ordered Freak to drink the rest of the pee quickly. “I want to

get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow’s job. Nelly, please send Alex

after me because I need both slaves tonight rubbing and shaping up my

calves and muscles,” said Adele.

Freak was licking the last drops of the urine in the bowl and then went on

all fours for Madam Adele. She rode his back and then he rose up, waiting

for his signal to move ahead. “Good night, sweet Nelly. I really enjoyed

the wine. See you tomorrow, dear,” she said. “Alex baby, would you place my

flats my animal’s mouth,” she ordered me.

“Of course, Madam Adele. Anything,” I replied and took her flats and

placed the small heels between Freak’s teeth as if I were putting them on

their proper rack.

Adele hit Freak’s ass with her palm signaling him to take her to rest in

her room. He moved with Adele mounting his back as if he were her ordinary

confirmed means of transportation.

Nelly ordered me to take the bowl inside the bathroom and take Adele’s to

her room and attend to her orders.

I did so and reported to Madam Adele, who was lying on the bed and having

Freak rubbing her left calf with some special oil. “Alex, come baby. Take

this bottle of oil and rub my right calf well. You know something, Alex.

You have entered history, boy. The very calf, leg and foot you are now

taking care of will end the lives of several Mafiosos tomorrow.”

Adele was so sure about the results of tomorrow’s encounters exactly the

same way that she was sure killing all Robert’s gang. Here she is enslaving

the most hideous monster of this gang into making him her private foot

slave. Freak himself had never thought no one would ever be able to bring

him to this servile condition he is now inhabiting for years.

“When I fall into sleep, you Alex go to attend to your Mistress’s feet, and

you Freak lie at the foot of the bed as usual to clean my the toe-jam

between my toes,” she ordered drowsily.

We kept massaging Madam Adele’s dreadful calves until she slept like a

baby. I left to go care for my Mistress’s feet. I entered the room and she

was not yet asleep, though she was lying on the bed. “Alex! Did you take

good care of Adele’s legs? You’d better done a good job because I badly

need those legs tomorrow,” she inquired.

“Everything is in a good shape, Mistress Nelly. Madam Adele is now

sleeping and Freak is taking good care of her toes now,” I replied.

“Good! Now rub my toes until I sleep myself,” she commanded. I kept rubbing

her sweet shapely toes until she slept.

The next morning a black Jeep was waiting for us four in front of the hotel

as the ladies have arranged for renting one. We all hoped in. I was sitting

at the backseat with Freak next to me. Madam Adele was in the passenger’s

seat and Mistress Nelly driving on. We reached the highway and on the side

of the road, Nelly stopped suddenly. “Freak, come sit at the wheel. Alex,

right here at my feet. Mistress Nelly wants to rest at the backseat,” Adele

ordered.

Freak went at the driving wheel and I placed myself in a squatting position

at Madam Adele’s feet in a pair of red flats. The position exchanging was

done in seconds. Only Adele remained in her seat. The trip took only one

hour’s driving, during which Madam Adele was giving me tasks of massaging

her calves and sucking her toes in preparation for the fight to the death

at Peroni’s palace.

We arrived close to the big palace. It was in an isolated spot that only a

few know about. Mistress Nelly went down and headed for the gate. She was

allowed to enter and walked a long driveway to the premises. She was absent

for about 15 minutes, after which she came to tell Adele to get ready as

the fight was to begin in 10 minutes in a huge garden at the back of the

palace.

I was instructed to follow Mistress Nelly. We entered the palace and headed

to the garden where the fight is to begin. An old man was sitting at a

chair with several bottles of booze in front of him on a table. He was

smoking a big Havana and looked like a real Mafioso the kind of Al Pacino

movies. Nelly drew closer and sat next to him. I stood behind her chair.

“Nelly! You look lovely as ever. Don’t take matters serious. I just wanted

to play for a while. But the bet is a bet. If your man did mine, I would

immediately give you your money, but if he fails, you will not get out of

this place as I intend to keep you here to join my army of prostitutes.

I’ve always wanted to sleep with you. But who is this?” the old man

inquired about me.

“Don’t bother with him. He is just my personal servant…I just want to tell

you that I’ve got a surprise for your poor wrestler. He is a dead man

walking, anyway,” said Nelly with an air of confidence.

Peroni’s walkie-talkie peeped. “What? A woman at the gate?” he said,

turning to Nelly. “Is this woman with you, Nelly?” “Yes, she is my dearest

friend. This is the surprise I told you about. She’s the killing machine on

two legs,” she replied.

“Ha, ha. Are you making fun of me, girl. You brought a woman to fight my

man? Well, it was all your choice then. Let her in,” said Peroni,

instructing the security on the gate to allow Adele in. As we were waiting,

Adele emerged from a distance riding Freak’s back and approaching us.

“What the hell is this?” Peroni wondered.

“My friend does not like walking, so she had this slave as her special

pony. By the way, this big monster was the strongest member of a gang my

friend had destroyed,” Nelly explained with a wicked smirk on her face.

Adele stood in front of Nelly and Peroni, but remained on the back of her

human horse. Peroni ordered on his machine to have his man in the garden.

“I want to tell you something before we start. You better give this fine

lady her money, otherwise you’ll have to bear the consequences. We just

want her money and we’ll leave this place in peace. You don’t know about me

yet, but I promise if you refuse, I’ll have you enslaved to serve Madam

Nelly for the rest of your pathetic life,” Adele growled, addressing

Peroni.

The old man laughed in derision. “I guess this means you did not agree to

my proposals, which I really hate to be turned down by filthy creatures

like yourself. Anyway, don’t say you’ve not been warned,” Adele said in an

angry tone.

Seconds later a huge man in a black trousers and white shirt emerged. He

was nearly the size of Frank, who is now enslaved to Adele’s sister, Olga.

“I’d like you to meet Tito. He’s the one who is going to end your fucking

life. Tito, get ready, boy. She is your challenger,” Peroni said with a

smile on his face.

Tito smiled and took his black sunglasses and white shirt off,

demonstrating a huge body with muscles everywhere. Adele dismounted in a

confident indifferent kind of way, ordering Freak to sit on the ground

behind Mistress Nelly, and standing in the middle facing Tito.

Adele was dressed in an orange shirt that reached only her navel and black

tight shorts, which she took off and stood with her shirt and white

panties.

Tito, like all the deceased stupid men before him who were emboldened by

the idea that she was just a woman, rushed at her to aim a kick in her

face, but she held her right leg in the air with her hands and with her

right leg swept his left off the ground, bringing him on his back: Adele’s

favorite position. Before Tito’s back touched the ground, Adele’s right

foot was already on his throat. She was standing with Tito’s right leg in

her two hands and her right sole crushing his Adam’s apple. She pressed and

pressed. Tito was clutching at her right calf, which did him no good. The

crushing was growing stronger as Adele kept pressing. In the end, Tito’s

hold on Adele’s calf started to soften. His face went purple and blood came

out of his nose. The man died in seconds.

Tito did not have much of a chance in a combat that was less than a minute

long. Adele took her right foot off Tito’s neck and rested it on his face.

“Now give the lady her money. You’ve lost!” she addressed Peroni, who was

taken aback in amazement.

“Not so soon. You’ve killed the finest of my men. You would never leave

this place alive. I still have 17 men around here. You have to kill them

all and kill me after them to take your money,” he said in an acute tone of

tension and anger. “Bring all the men here,” Peroni ordered in his walkie-

talkie.

Mistress Nelly was smiling in triumph. Adele was still resting her foot on

Tito’s face. She played her toes on the dead man’s face until other

wrestlers emerge. She peeled off her white panties and held it in her right

hand and stood above Tito with his head between her legs. She opened her

legs wide and began to pee on his dead face in contempt.

Several men appeared and watched this scene, which they did not understand.

They just wondered what’s wrong with Tito or how did he allow this woman to

take a piss over his face. They were not aware yet that their elite man was

sent to the hereafter after an unfavorable contact between his neck and

Madam Adele’s right crushing sole.

“Listen, guys. This woman killed Tito, your friend. Do anything except

letting her out of this place alive!” Peroni ordered in indignation. Nelly

was smiling again.

Adele finished her pissing that meant to demonstrate humiliation against

the dead gangster. She calmly and coldly entered her legs again into her

panties and stood waiting for a challenger.

A young enthusiastic man, nearly in his early 20s, went in Adele’s

direction for the attack. She curled her despising lips at him. As the man

tried to reach her belly with a punch, Adele evaded it so easily and caught

his arm. She gave him a right kick in the balls and then a left kick in his

bending face, sending him down on the ground in pain.

She did not step in for the kill. She perhaps wanted to give the young man

another chance before she finishes him off. She was more than confident.

The man rose awkwardly and this time went slowly in her direction. This

time she initiated a punch in his face, followed by a knee in his balls. As

he lowered his head in pain, she caught it between her powerful thighs in a

reverse position. She rose his waist upward so that his body was in the air

upside down with his head still between her mighty legs. Adele sat her

buttocks violently on the ground with the man’s head still in. The zenith

of his head also landed on the ground with Adele and then fell on his back

watching stars. With the same calmness, Adele stood up and than sat on the

man’s face full weight and began to crack up her horrid farts. The man was

too dizzy to move Adele’s nestling ass off his face. After a minute of lack

of oxygen supply, the man was motionless and Adele was still enjoying the

ride.

Everyone was flabbergasted by Adele’s experienced fighting and ultra-

confident performance. Peroni began to grow more tense and worried. Two of

his men were killed in the simplest of ways before his eyes. “Peroni, the

bet was just one man of yours, we won. We must have our money and leave.

You still have a chance to save your own ass. This is the last time I’ll

tell you this. I still can convince Adele to spare the remaining men and

yourself if you just give me my money,” said Nelly in a threatening tone.

“You’re dreaming, Nelly. This woman must be killed,” replied Peroni.

“As you wish, but I want you to know that you’ll never live to see her

killed,” returned Nelly.

Another man emerged from the group of watching gangsters. Adele was still

sitting her ass on the dead man’s face. She rose slowly and stood ready for

the attacker, who was fat and heavy in movement. She stood there waiting

for his moves. He ran and held her waist in a bear hug. Adele used both her

hands and crushed his face in between two violent synchronized hits. He was

in pain that forced him to release her waist. She kicked him in his chest

and then thrust her flying heel into his face, sending him a few steps back

with a mashed bleeding nose.

He made another attempt at Adele who was concentrating on his face. When he

became within her leg’s airspace, she made a violent roundhouse kick in his

face with extremely pointed toes. The man fell on his back and Adele rose

her right leg to take away something that stuck in her big toenail: the

man’s eyeball.

The fat man was bleeding profusely from his left eye. Adele dropped the

eyeball on the ground and crushed it flat under her right heel. The man was

in indescribable pain, screaming like hell. Adele walked so calmly in his

direction and kept stomping on his chest with both bare heels until a crack

was heard. He screamed no more.

He died under the unbearable pressure of Madam Adele’s bare feet. She

stood still for a while on the dead man’s body and landed a big spit on his

face. She went down and walked a few steps back, waiting for a next man.

“Hey, come on. I haven’t got all day. Who wants to die next?” Adele was

shouting at the men. No one emerged for another fight. Obviously they were

so scared of what they have just witnessed. Peroni ordered one of them to

fight.

The man was a bit slim, but brawny. He took a few cautious steps in Adele’s

direction. He was a meter away from her. He rushed and pushed Adele back

with both hands. She fell on her back and the man moved to strangle her but

he was so stupid as to take no heed of her legs that moved instantly around

his neck. Adele had the man’s neck exactly in between her favorite spot:

her calves.

The man, skipping his strangling plans, took back his hands from Adele’s

neck to save his own. She was lying on her back smiling and leaning her

head under folded arms as if she were watching an amusing scene: the man’s

neck between her deadly python-like calves trying to escape the hold.

Adele played for a while with the man. She was easing the hold for a few

seconds and then pressing hard again. Each time she did this, the man

produced a high-pitched scream of pain. She enjoyed amusing herself for

sometime. “It’s really entertaining to play with your fucking neck, but I

have no time for a wimp like you,” she hissed at the struggling man. Adele

gradually pressed her muscled horrible black calves against the man’s

trapped neck and he started to taste death a sip by sip. His hands fell to

his sides and he grew more and more frail and began to close his eyes in

announcement that he is leaving this life. The last thing that he saw was

Madam Adele’s smile.

She released the hold and shoved the dead man’s face with her sole,

bringing his back on the ground. Another gangster seized the opportunity

and ran towards Adele who was still lying on her back on the ground, but

she stopped him with a strong kick in his stomach. The man bent his head

down and that was his ultimate mistake. Adele trapped his neck between her

calves and started to press. The man’s bending position reduced to having

his knees on the ground. Adele’s heavy legs brought the man’s body on his

back on the ground with one leg behind his neck and the right calf exactly

under his chin.

He tried to break the hold but it was not possible. Scores of men tried it

before but have never made it. Madam Adele’s calves were matchless: heavy,

strong as steel and muscles that could break a crocodile’s neck. The man,

growing more and more certain that he is dead anyway, pleaded for his life.

Adele gave him a smile and started her gradual pressing of death. The man

felt as if a pair of boas are wrapping themselves around his neck.

It was the usual expected scene: he grew weaker and weaker and surrendered

to his fate as his soul slipped from him thanks to Madam Adele’s legs. She

released the hold and stood up again.

“Go for it, Adele! Kill ‘em all,” Nelly cheered, while sipping a glass of

Martini, as if she were watching a baseball game.

Another gangster attacked Adele, but she caught his arm and broke it over

her shoulder and then gave him a back kick from her right leg. He was in

excruciating pain with a broken arm. He was not able to stand up and kept

sitting on the ground.

Adele marched towards him. She grabbed him from his hair, let his face look

up the sky and then nestled her buttocks over his face. She then lifted

both her soles from the ground and put them in the man’s back so that her

full weight becomes on his face. The man’s vertebral column could not stand

the pressure and his neck cracked. The man fell back on the ground with

Madam Adele still sitting on his face. She stood up and took a few steps

back.

There were 11 men left. It became so obvious to them that this woman would

kill any challenger. All the men she killed by now were respected much-

feared gangsters but they were all like toys for her. “Come on, somebody

kill her for me,” shouted Peroni. “Where did you get this woman, Nelly?

From hell?” he asked Mistress Nelly.

“You bet she’s from hell. I told you but you wouldn’t listen,” she said.

A man proceeded to challenge Adele, who was waiting for him to make his

move. He bent his head and rushed like a bull aiming his head into Madam

Adele’s stomach. Adele jumped in the air and turned a complete circle up

there with legs open wide. When she landed her open legs on the ground, the

man’s head was already trapped in between her thighs, which she closed them

so tight on his neck.

He tried to escape but there was no escape from Adele’s legs. No one did it

before. He tried to lift her off the ground but she was too heavy for him

to lift. All that she did was pressing her muscular black thighs and the

man’s neck was crushed there. The last thing he saw before his soul left

his body were his killer’s feet. When she made sure he died she opened her

legs wide and the man fell facedown motionless. Adele then was pushed

strongly from her back.

She was about to fall but maintained her balance and turned around to find

another gangster taking a crazy jolt in her direction.

She made good use of his ill-calculated speed and elbowed him in the face,

followed by a kick in the stomach and then another in his bending face. The

man fell on his knees from the kicks he received. This time it was Adele’s

turn to take a jolt towards him. She gave a horrible shout and then jumped

in the air and with a roundhouse kick of her right leg, her sole hit the

man’s right cheek forcefully, breaking the man’s neck as a result of the

strong kick. Another one fell motionless.

One man proceeded. Adele did not wait for him. She ran in his direction and

flew in the air to land a kick in his face. He kept his balance though the

kick was strong. He gather himself up and marched cautiously in the killer

lady’s direction. He grabbed her two shoulders with both hands, which

offered Madam Adele a good chance to knee him in his balls. He was in pain

that he bent his body that was straightened up with another strong knee

kick in his face.

His body was all revealed for Madam Adele, who kicked him once again in

his balls, and again the man bent down and again received a knee in the

face, followed by another kick in the face. The kicking rendered the man

dizzy and unstable. He staggered backwards and fell on his back.

Adele ran the four yards to the man and made a leap with open legs to land

her ass on the man’s face forcefully. She stood up and flew herself up to

land strongly again on his face. She did it three times. The fourth time

was not on his face, but on his stomach. As soon as her ass rested

powerfully on his stomach, the man rose his upper half of body from the

ground.

“Thank you, that’s all I was waiting for,” Adele hissed at the man,

grapping his neck between her two calves and resting her hands on the

ground for support. The man was trying to undo the steely head-scissors

Madam Adele was applying but to no avail.

She laughed as she tightened the muscles in her calves around his neck. In

less than a minute, the man was dead between these two massively muscled

calves. She undid the hold and stood up, stirring the man’s dead face with

her right foot.

Dead bodies were all about the place. All the men standing did not show any

sign of involvement. The deaths caused by Madam Adele struck limitless

fear in their hearts that Peroni’s encouraging cheers have not impressed

them the least.

Adele marched in the men’s direction and all took steps back in fear. “Now

which of you should I kill?” she addressed the men.

“Any of you who wants to save his ass from a sure death must kneel here

before me. Those declining to kneel before my feet and kiss them in

recognition of my power would only bring me to understand that they are

potential challengers, and I’d love to kill challengers,” she threatened.

The words struck the men and awed them even further. She was dauntless as

to challenge a group of strong men like this. The men believed in their

hearts that Adele is not an ordinary human being. “Come on. I don’t like to

be kept waiting. Who is the first of you to kneel here before me?” she

asked.

One man began to make steps forward. He ran towards her and went down on

his knees before her, asking for forgiveness. “The only way to ask for my

forgiveness is to kiss my two feet and plead for me to spare you,” she

addressed the kneeling man, who brought his lips immediately on Madam

Adele’s standing feet and deluged it with kisses and demands to spare him.

She looked at the rest of the men. A man did as his fellow exactly did,

then another and another till there was no one left. In minutes, eight men

were hustling to kiss Madam Adele’s feet for their lives. “If I noticed

any of you who do not kiss with extreme devotion, he would die in no time,”

she hissed at the broken men who were now at the total disposal of Madam

Adele.

“Someone brings me a chair!” she commanded. All eight men rose to do it but

one of them was faster than the others and went down on all fours behind

Madam Adele’s legs to introduce himself as her chair. She smiled and gave

the chair-man a pat on the head. She sat her buttocks and ordered four to

take her right leg and three to take her left and kiss till she orders to

stop. They did exactly as they were told.

She then ordered one of them to fetch her a rope, which he brought in

seconds. She commanded him to tie the men’s hands behind their backs

tightly.

All the men were tied and ordered to lie facedown next one another. Eight

men were already tied and not making an inch’s movement as instructed by

Madam Adele. I was watching the whole thing from the start and I really

admired Madam Adele’s matchless power over men.

She marched in Peroni’s direction and stood smiling at him. He was so

confused and shocked. She kicked him in the chest and he fell backward with

his chair. Nelly was laughing in ultimate triumph. Peroni rushed on all

fours towards Madam Adele’s feet and begged her not to kill him. He cried

at Madam Adele’s feet that his tears have wetted her toes.

“You little shit! Your dirty tears have run through my toes. Lie on your

back, asshole!” Madam Adele shouted with a grimace on her face and a kick

of her right heel in Peroni’s head. He lied on his back and she inserted

her big right toe into his mouth. “Suck clean each one of my toes until

they shine,” she hissed. Peroni kept cleaning Madam Adele’s toes for

nearly 15 minutes to her satisfaction and all the while, Mistress Nelly was

laughing in amusement.

“What do you think, Adele? I no longer want any money. I just want to see

this moron dead,” said Nelly.

“As you wish my dear baby. I also want this man dead. I’ll kill him in

seconds,” replied Adele.

“No…no..no..please don’t kill me…please spare my life. I am an old man. I

don’t have much time already.. please…I’d do anything you would ask me too…

I’ll give you all my money…but please don’t kill me,” Peroni pleaded to the

ladies while still lying on his back with Madam Adele’s toes on his face.

“Listen Peroni, you have to take it bravely like your men did. You must

die. We can’t leave you alive. You could have saved us all this if you had

just given us our money. Now we are triumphant here and we have to impose

our laws, and the first of these laws is to kill the leader of the opposing

side,” said Adele calmly.

The man cried more and more for his life. Adele and Nelly exchanged smiles.

They left him cry and plead for survival for nearly 20 minutes until they

finally ordered him to shut up. Adele took a chair and placed it next to

Mistress Nelly’s chair and whispered for a while.

“OK, come old man here. Kneel before me,” ordered Adele. Peroni rose up and

stood before Madam Adele then went down on his knees. Adele used his

shoulders as rests for her feet. “You said you would do anything or give us

all your money in return for your pathetic life to be spared. Well, you

tell us what you have and what you would offer and we evaluate whether this

would be of any good to us. After we consider the situation for nearly 10

minutes between myself and Mistress Nelly, we will decide whether to keep

you or kill you. I like to tell you that I don’t like liars, so you’d

better say the truth,” Adele told Peroni. “Freak! Come here stand behind

me. The sun began to annoy me,” she commanded Freak, who immediately stood

behind Madam Adele, acting as shade for her.

“I have 2.8 billion dollars. That is all my fortune I built throughout the

years. I have a lot of cars and small and big houses all over Italy. I can

give you all these, but I’ll need to live with you. You see, I’m an old man

now. I am not able to work anymore and this money and property offered me a

good life,” he said.

“If we are to consider taking this, of course we’ll have you with us, at

least to serve us,” said Adele, whispering with Nelly for a while. “Listen

old man, we have not yet decided on your fate, but we are still considering

your proposals. There are two security guards at the gate. Use this machine

to bring them here,” ordered Adele.

Peroni took the walkie-talkie and ordered the two guards to come quickly.

Adele stood up and took off her panties. She grabbed Peroni by the hair

backward so that his face look up the sky before Madam Adele’s genitals

came in his vision, blocking the sky. “Listen, old man. I am going to take

a leak into your mouth. If a single drop falls out of your mouth, you’re

dead,” she growled.

Adele gave a thin slow line of urine into the man’s mouth. The slow direct

urinal flow helped the man to swallow it all. “Sooooo goooood! Keep

swallowing, granny. Take all the water in my bladder…he-he-he,” Adele said

in a low tone while looking down on the old man’s face beneath her. She was

laughing and enjoying herself.

Two security men were drawing closer as commanded by Peroni before he was

subjected to act like a toilet bowl for Madam Adele. The two men were

extremely shocked. Madam Adele was still pissing into the man’s mouth

while giving them a wicked smile. The men stood watching in awe. Five

minutes later, Madam Adele’s piss came down to drops after drops until she

disposed all the water inside her bladder into Peroni’s body. She then

rubbed her pee hole on the man’s face for cleaning, put back her panties

and seated herself on the chair.

“Lower your face here, old man, and rub it on my two feet to express your

gratitude to me for giving you my precious liquid,” she said. Peroni did as

commanded and rubbed his face into Madam Adele’s two feet resting on the

ground. All the time she was looking at the facial expressions of the

security guards. Peroni rubbed his face into her feet with the utmost

dedication to prove to her that he deserves to be given a chance to live.

“Order your men to kneel before me, old man,” she told Peroni, who

immediately commanded the two security guards to kneel before Adele. One of

them automatically knelt and the other one declined, and started to run.

“Freak, go quickly get this man here, or it’s your damn ass!” she ordered.

Adele pushed the old man with her left foot strongly, ordering the security

guard to come closer and put her toes into his mouth. The man was so

lenient and did as told.

Minutes later, Freak entered with the runaway security guard on his

shoulder. Obviously the guard was unconscious. Freak laid the man on the

ground and was ordered to tie his hands from the back, which he did.

Adele was still inserting her toes one by one into the other guard’s mouth.

She took her foot off and stood up. “You entered history, boy, to suck

Madam Adele’s toes,” she said, patting him on the hair and heading towards

the captured guard lying facedown. She stirred him with her right foot and

brought him on his back to see his face. He was still unconscious. May be

Freak gave him one of his punches and the man could not stand it.

Adele stood above him and took off her panties again and started to pee on

his face. The man came back to his senses. “Sorry, moron, but that is how I

thought I should bring you back to your senses,” she told the captured man,

giving him a wicked smirk.

“No one escapes Madam Adele, you shit. If you had knelt before me, you

would have been surviving, but now you’re a dead man,” she said, dropping

her buttocks strongly on the man’s stomach, causing him to give a big

scream. When the man’s mouth was open wide to scream, Adele stuffed her

panties into his mouth, muffling his cries.

The man could not spit the panties out. Madam Adele, who was still seated

on the man’s stomach, pushed the panties further into his mouth with her

two big toes. She then had his nostrils between the big and second toes of

her left foot, blocking any oxygen to his lungs. The man died in less than

a minute. “Thank you, I don’t think you would be needing this,” said Adele,

who stood and took out her panties from the dead man’s mouth.

She went back to her chair with the surviving young guard still on his

knees before her chair. She forced her toes back into his mouth as if it

were taken for granted that he wouldn’t refuse. She placed her left calf on

his shoulder and played her toes against the man’s tongue for a while and

then had it between her big and second toes and pulled it out. “Whatever

happens keep it sticking out,” she instructed. The man was totally

surrendering himself at her disposal, hoping he would eventually keep his

life.

Adele rubbed her sole from heel to toes against the man’s firmly sticking

mouth so that she may clean her sole as she likes for whatever duration she

wishes. Things were totally under her control around the palace and

everything ended up exactly as she planned.

I have never seen one of Madam Adele’s numerous plans ending up in

failure. All that she wanted had it done perfectly. She killed many

Mafiosos and their bodies were littering the garden, other surviving

gangsters had their hands tied and lying next to each other facedown as

captives and the leader is lying on his knees in submission with nothing in

his mind but the question whether he would be lucky enough to win Madam

Adele’s favor and be let breathing. Freak of course was standing at her

beck and call. Mistress Nelly was sitting all laughs and smiles as if she

is watching a comic series on TV.

Adele was having the guard’s welcoming tongue as her sole-cleaning tool,

not giving a tinker’s damn about whether he was pleased or not. She

exchanged legs, resting her cleaned right leg on the man’s left shoulder

and started cleaning her left sole for a while.

“Now I’ll have to use your fucking forehead to write a short message to the

people who would come here after we leave. If you moved an inch, you die,

motherfucker,” she hissed at the capitulating guard.

She rested her cleaned left sole again on the man’s right shoulder and

started to scratch some letters with her right long strong toenails on the

man’s forehead. The scratching left some blood on the man’s forehead. This

took 10 minutes to finish and I could make out the letters so clearly from

my position behind Mistress Nelly. The letters read “Fuck you!”

The guard’s face was all in blood, but could not move or express pain out

of extreme horror. “Thank you, macho guard man. You were of a great help.

I’ll always remember your appreciated assistance,” she addressed him with a

deriding tone.

She ordered him to take her right foot in his both hands and kiss it 50

times, then stretching her left for him to kiss another 50. She rested her

left on his right shoulder and started to rub her right on his face slowly

and gently. As her right sole was on his right cheek, she suddenly pushed

his face to the extreme right direction from her angle. A strong crack was

heard, followed by the man’s falling on his back dead.

Adele then calmly ordered the scared Peroni to return to his place at her

feet. “Listen, dickhead! I decided to be generous with you in an

unprecedented way and forgive you for your awful sins on conditions which

if not followed properly, you would die instantly before you know what

happened. You are of course going to get us all your money, that’s settled.

You are also to leave Rome with us to our home to assume your new post as

Mistress Nelly’s servant. A small bomb in the size of a peanut will be

shoved into your ass and would be detonated as soon as you make any attempt

to escape or report to the airport authorities here or at our home country.

Is this understood?” she said.

“Yes, Madam. It is completely understood. Everything will be done exactly

as you have just instructed. Thank you so much for letting me live,” a

cheerful Peroni lowered his face on Madam Adele’s feet and deluged them

with kisses in gratitude.

“Now go on all fours before Mistress Nelly, kiss her shoes and beg her to

ride your miserable back into the palace to give her all the money you

have,” she ordered. Peroni did as told and Mistress Nelly rode his back and

hit him on his ass to move ahead. Nelly proceeded into the premises on her

aging pony.

Adele rose from her chair and marched towards her captives and started to

take a little walk to and fro on their backs. She ordered them to turn

around and lie on backs and began her little walk again with instructions

given firmly.

“I should now finish you all, and I really planned to burn you all

together. Usually in my conquests I leave no one alive, but I just thought

I could make good use of you as my own servants at home. The problem is how

to get you out of this country and send you back home. This would never

happen if you did not cooperate. I mean you would follow my instructions

from A to Z, otherwise I swear I’ll never leave until I search and get you

crushed to death under my feet. Is this clear?” she asked.

“Yes..yes…so…so clear, Madam,” was their reply.

“Untie them, Freak. There is a tourist group leaving tomorrow morning. You

go now together and register your names in the travel agency. If you did

not fly tomorrow or anyone of you was absent, the whole group will pay the

price. I’ll be at the airport tomorrow morning watching for you. You would

not see me, but make no mistake about it that I’ll be there. You will land

at the airport in my home country and go directly to this address. It’s my

mansion. You’ll find my sister, Madam Olga, there waiting for your

arrival. You would deal with her orders and instructions in the same way

you do with mine. You will be expected to report to my sister at 2.00 pm.

I’ll be in constant contact with my sister. If you reported one minute

after 2.00 pm, you will have to stand severe torture. This is my mobile

phone number. I’ll expect a call from one of you to tell me that everything

went OK at the travel agency and that the tickets are ready and you’ll be

flying tomorrow morning. Anything but this would result in your death. Now

all of you get down on their knees and kiss my both feet passionately till

we meet again in a couple of days in my home,” she instructed.

The men crouched their bodies at Madam Adele’s feet and worshipped them

like there was no tomorrow, and were later ordered to go. They left the

palace.

In a while came Mistress Nelly mounting Peroni’s bent back and three

briefcases placed one above the other in front of her on his back. She

approached Adele. “Adele, I noticed there were some people in the kitchen

inside. Do you think we should leave them?” asked Nelly.

“Of course not, Nelly. Freak, go fetch those people to me here,” replied

Adele.

In minutes, Freak was driving five men in front of him in the direction of

his sitting owner. “Well, well. What do we have here? Are you stupid or

what? Don’t you know that the palace came under occupation? Here is your

captured boss used as a pony for that fine lady mounting his back,” Adele

addressed them, crossing her legs.

The five men, one cook, his young assistant and three attendants, were

looking around the place in astonishment, finding only dead bodies

everywhere. “Tie their hands behind their backs, Freak!” Adele ordered.

The huge stature of Freak has struck fear into their hearts that they

showed no sign of resisting. In no time the five men were tied and brought

flat on the ground on their backs next to each other. “Nelly, I know you

haven’t ended lives before. It’s really a thrilling experience. You should

try it,” Adele told Nelly, who was watching still mounting Peroni’s back.

She ordered her old pony to get her down. “No, I haven’t tried this

before…but why not,” she told Adele.

“It’s nothing baby. Let me make a demonstration. Freak, bring one of them

under my chair. I want his face right under my feet,” she ordered Freak,

who dragged one of the captives from his legs on the ground right behind

Madam Adele’s chair and then pushed him from his legs too so that his head

entered between the legs of the chair from the back. In seconds Madam

Adele had a human face under her feet.

“Watch me Nelly. It’s a piece of cake. You get your panties into his mouth

like that to block air entering his mouth. Then all you have to do is to

capture his nose like this between your big and second toes and block his

nostrils. Death is sure to come in seconds. See?” Madam Adele said,

denying the man under her feet an ounce of oxygen with her toes sealing off

the air. His muffled cries faded to silence.

“See, Nelly. It’s nothing,” she said. Nelly ordered Peroni to take off her

shoes and black pantyhose and keep sniffing the shoes till he is ordered to

stop. He did just so. “Freak, fetch another one under Madam Nelly’s

chair,” she ordered Freak, who went to bring another man to meet his end

under Nelly’s feet. Nelly had her victim right under her two feet. The man

was crying and pleading for his life until his voice was muffled when

Mistress Nelly shoved her panties into his mouth.

She put her white neatly-shaped big and second toes on the man’s nose and

pinched hard. She was laughing as the man’s face turned red and later

purple until he died of lack of air to his lungs.

“Oooh! This is really fun! I haven’t thought that killing is so much

enjoyable! Another one! I need another one! Freak, take this shit away and

bring another in his place,” she ordered Freak.

Another crying one was laid under her feet and in seconds the third

attendant was dead. The remaining two men were pleading for their lives

when Adele suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, Nelly! I just remembered that my sister was complaining a lot to me

about lack of cooks. I think we’ll take those two with us to serve us

there. Do you have your passports here, idiots?” asked Adele.

“Yes, Madam. We’ll fetch them in a moment,” the older cook answered. “Then

go quickly. Escort them, Freak! Take this moron old man to bring his

passport too,” she said.

“OK, not a bad idea!” said Nelly, who ordered Peroni to get her into her

pantyhose and shoes.

“Now, let’s leave this shitty place,” said Adele, signaling Freak to take

her to the car. Adele was riding Freak and Nelly Peroni. The two captured

cooks were marched in the front and I was following in the rear with Madam

Adele’s red flats in my hands.

Five minutes later we reached our Jeep. Nelly drove the car with Peroni

placed under her seat and his face offered as rest for her left foot. Adele

was in the passenger’s seat and having me at her feet rubbing them as

usual.

The two cooks were in the back seat with Freak between them. An hour later

we reached town. Nelly went down to an international bank that sure had a

branch home. She opened an account and put 2 billion dollars there. That of

course required at least two hours of procedures and Mistress Nelly

received a VIP treatment there.

In the meantime, Adele took the wheel and drove to her country’s embassy

and ordered Freak to get three tourist visas for the two cooks and Peroni

and headed to the nearest travel agent and Freak got two tickets on the

first plane leaving for home today. In 30 minutes everything was ready.

“They are to leave on the 9.00 pm plane today,” said Freak. “Good! We still

have two hours to drive them to the airport and make sure they fly home.

Freak, I’ll count on you in this. Of course you know I don’t like

mistakes,” she said with a growl.

“Everything will go as you wish, Madam,” he replied.

“Listen you sons of bitches! You’re flying tonight to my home. Here is my

sister’s address. She’ll be waiting for you. As soon as you land there,

take a cab and head directly to this address. Is it understood?” she said

in a serious tone.

The two men have meekly received the instructions. Adele drove immediately

to the airport. Freak walked them to their hall and made sure they boarded

the right plane and went back to report to Madam Adele after the plane

took off.

All that time I was still down in my place facing her empty chair. While

she was driving she was inserting her left big toe into Peroni’s mouth for

cleaning and while stopping was having Peroni’s tongue out and rubbing her

right sole against.

She returned to the bank to pick Nelly, who was already waiting outside.

She hopped in the passenger’s seat, taking off her shoes and resting her

feet on my two shoulders. “Everything’s OK. We now have two billion dollars

in the bank. We’ve become filthy rich, Adele,” said Nelly with an air of

jubilation and victory.

While we were heading to the hotel, Madam Adele’s cell phone rang. “Oh,

yeah. Hello, moron! Great! I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said,

disconnecting the call.

“It was one of those eight stupid captives telling me that they had

everything ready and would be flying tomorrow morning at eight o’clock.

I’ll have to phone Olga to tell her,” said Adele, dialing her sister.

“Hiiiii Olga! Yeah, sis. I miss you too….no.. no.. everything is OK

darling. Listen, sis. Two men will be reporting to you today at nearly 12

or 1 am…they are cooks whom I convinced to work for us…yes, baby…tomorrow

eight men will be reporting to you too at about 11 am….yeah….Olga is saying

hi, Nelly…yeah, baby…see you tomorrow.”

We stopped for a while. The old man was moved to the back seat. Upon

instructions, Freak took a small object out of his pocket and put into the

man’s underwear right under his balls.

“Listen, granny! You’ll go up with us in my room. Act normally. If your

fucking sick head told you to shout for help, I would press a small button

on my remote control and blast your shitty genitals. Of course you

understand,” hissed Nelly at the totally surrendering old man.

We reached our hotel and all went down except Freak, who was ordered to get

five tickets for a night flight tomorrow to our home.

We all went up to Mistress Nelly’s room and ultra-scared Peroni was showing

no smallest sign of resistance.

Dinner were served in our room. Madam Adele and Mistress Nelly were so

hungry that they ate savagely. The ladies were resting on the couch. I was

taking Mistress Nelly’s shoes and pantyhose off and massaging her feet.

Peroni was ordered to worship Madam Adele’s tired toes with his tongue.

“Lick in between the toes well, granny, or I’ll break your fucking neck in

no time. If you had been sensible enough and listened to my advice, you

wouldn’t have ended up as my servant. Now we took it all: your money, the

lives of your men and your self-esteem. You are now nothing but a worthless

being at my feet,” Madam Adele was growling at the old man, who was

devoted to her toes.

“Ooooh! My belly aches. I have eaten a lot. You’re lucky, granny! You’ll

get the honor of inhaling Madam Adele’s special odor. Poke your nose right

into my ass hole. I want to feel your fucking nose inside my ass, or I’ll

kick yours,” said Adele.

Madam Adele moved to the edge of the couch, with Peroni’s face right under

her ass hole. She cracked up a strong long fart into the old man’s nostrils

that I thought has invaded the man’s lungs. There was no chance the fart

could be smelt in the place as the man’s nose was already inside her ass

taking whatever Madam Adele’s hole is offering. She gave the man countless

farts and he was breathing from his mouth, panting, while Adele was

laughing.

“Now stand up and take off all your clothes and go into the bathroom and

lie on your back. The two of us fine ladies here need to empty our bowels

on your face,” she said. Peroni stood up, took off his clothes save for his

underwear, ran to the bathroom and lied on his back.

“I guess there is no one to take us to the bathroom but you, Alex. Freak

was sent on an errand, so come here, boy, and get down on all fours,”

Madam Adele ordered me. I was a bit concerned about her weight on my back,

but there was no one else except me to transport them to the bathroom. The

idea of them walking as long as there is some slave around was entirely

excluded.

I went down on all fours before Madam Adele and she rode my back with her

mighty weight. I felt I was carrying a building on my back. She did not

expect me to rise so she signaled me to move on the all-fours position. I

moved awkwardly and slowly until I reached the bathroom door. She stood up

and I went to bring Mistress Nelly, who was much lighter.

The two ladies are now in the bathroom laughing coquettishly while taking

off their clothes and panties. First Madam Adele squatted over Peroni’s

face and parted mountains of thick shit that settled on the old man’s chin,

mouth and nose and then Mistress Nelly covered his upper part of face with

her feces.

Peroni’s face was obscured by brown smelly waste. “You are to stay this way

until tomorrow morning, dickhead! Don’t you ever try to swallow this. I

want it nestled on your face so you may enjoy it!” said Adele. The poor man

must be experiencing the worst day of his life. “Alex, come clean us, kid,”

Madam Adele ordered me, offering her ass hole to me to clean with my

tongue as a routine. Mistress Nelly was also bending her body for me to

clean her. I have two asses now that needed my cleaning tongue service.

Freak knocked on the door and entered, telling Madam Adele that everything

is ready for their departure tomorrow night.

The next day came and nearly at 5.00 pm Madam Adele’s cell phone rang and

it was her sister telling her that two men reported to her yesterday night

and eight men today, and that she was complaining of abundance in slaves.

Adele rode Freak into her room, Peroni was in the bathroom with face

saturated in heaps of shit to smell all night long and I was ordered at the

foot of Mistress Nelly’s feet to suck on her toes while she sleeps.

The next day saw Freak preparing Madam Adele’s luggage and I preparing

Mistress Nelly’s. The two ladies went down the restaurant and had their

lunch and in the meantime Freak was ordered to lick all Madam Adele’s

shoes, flats and sandals and I doing Mistress Nelly’s.

Peroni, still naked in the bathroom of Mistress Nelly’s room, was ordered

to wipe of the shit on his face and eat it all. He did it until no smear of

feces was left on his face.

Mistress Nelly showed herself back in her room only to find me still

cleaning her last pair of footwear: her pink flip-flops. She gave me a pat

on my head and seated herself on the couch. She was wearing a short Jeans

skirt that showed her perfect white legs, a white top and a pair of white

flats that revealed her pretty sexy white-painted toenails.

“You still have these flats, Alex. After you finish, put all my footwear in

the separate bag and keep those white cleaned flats. I will put them on for

the flight home,” she instructed. I did all that she asked for.

“It’s now 4.00 pm. The flight is at 9.00. We’re leaving the hotel at 7.00.

So we still have three hours so you would dedicate your sweet tongue to my

toes. I need them sucked one by one so slowly,” she ordered, giving me her

right foot to carry for the cleaning routine.

I sucked all her ten toes and licked the nails until they sparkled with my

saliva. One hour has passed since my tongue started cleaning her toes, when

Adele knocked and entered the room as usual on Freak’s bent back. He was

gripping a pair of black stilettos from the heels and moving Madam Adele

into the room. Adele was wearing white calf-length stretch trousers that as

so tight and embodied the details of her shapely muscled legs and a black

loose blouse. She was still wearing her blood-red paint on her long

toenails.

“Hi, Adele. Let’s take a rest on this cozy couch before our flight home,”

Nelly welcomed Adele in a cheering tone, while having her small left toe

inside my mouth taking its cleaning turn. Adele was brought down so

carefully on the ground and seated herself on the couch Next to Nelly,

instructing Freak to go finish packing her panties and make-up.

“Oh, what a very busy day we had yesterday, Adele. I really don’t know how

to thank you for your priceless service. The least I can do is to give you

half my wealth when we go back home. I just want to ask you how you did all

this. How come that you killed all these men without the least effort on

your part. The way you seemed so confident about the result really startles

me,” said Nelly.

“Nelly, baby. It was so easy. Besides, I like killing men. I like to put

them in their right place they deserve in a much lower rank than mine. When

I kill or punish men, I do it so cruelly so that they taste my strength and

power over them. How did you think I broke that monster inside my room

packing my things up? If I had back in those years beat him softly, I would

not have been able to bring him exactly in the condition I wanted him to

be. I every once in a while give him a taste of my wrath and in so doing

this, he always feels that I could end his life any time I wish if he

failed to rise to my expectations. In all those men who served me, Alex was

the one who offered dedicated service to me without the need to show him my

wrath. He knew literally what I needed and did it with much gusto. The

others needed to be straightened up to serve me well,” explained Adele.

I finished cleaning Mistress Nelly’s toes as she took her feet out of my

mouth and stood up to go to the bathroom and instruct Peroni to get dressed

for the flight. I was still in my place, when Madam Adele signaled me to

start cleaning her toes. “Alexie boy! Come to your mommy here and clean her

tired toes, baby,” she ordered. I situated myself on the knees right before

the incredible assassin’s feet. She did not wait for me to start as she

rose her right foot to my mouth and forced her big toe in and went to and

fro within as if she were fucking my mouth with her big toe.

Adele then turned her toe round and round in the inside of my mouth. Her

second toe joined the big one there and made her tweezers hold on my tongue

pulling it out.

“Yeah, baby. Yeah, keep it sticking out for mommy to clean her nice

sole…yeah…eaaasy…that’s it….keep it so, hon.…Mommy Adele’s feet are killing

her….yeah…gooooood booooy!” she hissed softly as she strongly rubbed her

right sole from heel to toes. The rubbing was so strong that I felt I was

going to fall on my back and that’s why I leaned my two hands on the ground

for support. I was not doing anything on my part, except for keeping my

tongue sticking out as she wanted.

Freak knocked and entered to tell Madam Adele her instructions were

carried out and everything was ready. She ordered him to go settle any left

accounts with the hotel, get a limo prepared to drive them to the airport

at 7.00 and come up to take all the luggage and place it into the car. He

went out again.

Mistress Nelly had Peroni massaging her legs on the bed after he got

dressed, while I was still on my knees before Madam Adele, who was busy

softening her soles against my tongue. She rested her right leg on my left

shoulder that served as a footrest.

“Don’t move, Alexie! I haven’t finished with you yet,” she told me,

starting to rub her left sole against my tongue that is still sticking out

for her. “Yeah….yeah …baby…keep it that way…Mama badly needs this

tongue…you are in the books of history, boy, for cleaning big mommy’s

feet,” she hissed in her coquettish tone as she kept rubbing. Adele had my

downward dangling tongue between her two left toes and had it pointing

forward like a small dick and then moved her two toes back and forth around

my tongue. The toes were clutching at my tongue so tightly that it began to

ache, but she seemed entirely indifferent.

“Yeah…eaaaaasy. Take all this damn toe-jam from mommy’s precious

feet…You’ve got a magical tongue, boy…clean…clean and clean…..yeah…I need

this,” she said as she still enjoyed relaxing her toes with my tongue that

started to feel numb and tired.

It was nearly 5.15 pm, and things went like this until 6.45. By the end of

the cleaning rituals, my aching tongue felt completely paralyzed. There was

some toe-jam that I of course swallowed. It was no problem for me, as I

have swallowed much worse things than this.

“Nelly, don’t you think we should get rid of our waste before we head to

the airport, at least to show appreciation for our devoted slaves?” Adele,

who was rested her two legs on my two shoulders, suggested.

“Yeah, Adele. I was about to do this right now. This granny seems so

hungry. I hate to keep my slaves hungry,” replied Nelly, who rose from her

bed and mounted kneeling Peroni’s face to send her farts down his lungs.

Adele did not have to stand up, for she used her two powerful legs that

felt like mountains on my two shoulders and pulled me down at her bottom

until she made sure my nose is nestling right in the spot she wanted. She

was still in her white tights. I waited in horror and anticipation of her

farts, and she was never late. She cracked up a nasty long fart that I felt

has given me a headache, then another and then a third.

“Eeeeeh! Yeah …. good smell for good boy…Yeah,  Alex…take this one, too,

honey…those damn gases torture mommy’s intestines…you’re here to take it

all…right baby? Yeah….a big one coming your way ….Eeeeeh… aaaah…yes.”

I kept inhaling those farts deeply as I did not want Madam Adele to smell

them, wondering when she will end and wishing she would stop to spare me

this torture. Madam Adele cared the least about what her slaves would

feel. May be she thought that her slaves, me in particular, enjoyed her

farts. I had no choice but to give her the impression that I really enjoyed

the odor of her gases that smelled like a dead animal. My sense of smelling

was badly impaired by the farts I received long ago from Nelly, Olga and

above all Madam Adele.

However, I could still smell her extremely bad farts she gave lavishly that

I though of her farts as if merciless soldiers brutally invading my

nostrils. She finally released me with her two feet on my shoulders pulling

me back and still having them there as rests.

I felt so dizzy from the brain-tearing farts that I saw two Adeles sitting

on the couch as if I were intoxicated by alcohol.

“Alexie….baby! I have never seen someone sniffing my farts like you do…you

really are of much help for me to take away those damn gases….thank you so

much, boy,” she said as if it were taken for granted that I am crazy about

her farts, which was not the real case. I had to be a hypocrite, though.

“Madam Adele, it’s always my pleasure to receive your graceful anal odor

whenever you wish…in fact I consider it as an honor that you give your

humble servant those precious gases,” I replied with a servile tone.

“Heeee…heeee! You’re a sweet talker, Alexie. I’ll now bestow more honor on

you…stay in position, but look at the ceiling and open mouth wide, my

devoted toilet. Mommy has got a biiiiiiig load inside here for you to

take,” she said, standing up and taking off her white tights and white

underwear. Lights went out in a flash as I saw her black genitals when she

had my face between her open mighty thighs under her. Her ass was only two

inches above my face. I adjusted my mouth under her shit hole and she

started those familiar spluttering sounds, as brown feces began to appear

from her hole.

My mouth was most welcoming her brown waste and I made damn sure that they

all land in there. She kept shitting for five minutes. She did not have to

push as shit slid smoothly from her ass hole right into my mouth at short

intervals, during which I was chewing and swallowing like hell.

“Yeah…baby…take it all…I keep it for you…it’s all yours…yeah…come

on…swallow ..yes, take this beautiful banana, this is your dessert…yeah,”

she said.

Meanwhile, Nelly was having Peroni lying down on his back and dropping her

small batches of shit into the man’s mouth.

“Clean mommy, Alexie,” Adele instructed. I played my tongue into her hole

to clean her, then she moved two inches back and used her two fingers to

open her pussy, when warm slowly-flowing urine started to flow into my

still open mouth.

“It’s time for refreshment, Alexie. This is mommy’s special juice…mommy

knows you like it…I keep it warm for you…see how mommy loves you?! Take all

the water inside mommy’s bladder, baby….yeah…thaaaat’s it,” she was saying

in a mellow voice, as her pee came down to a very thin trickle and then

drops until there wasn’t any liquid left. She pushed my head into her pussy

and started licking the urine hole for cleaning.

“Dress me, Alexie!” she ordered. I took the panties and held her right foot

to insert into the panties and then her left and took it all the way up.

She then sat down on the couch, raising her right leg to me to get her into

the tights.

Freak entered to lead the ladies’ way. Madam Adele would not ride him, of

course. Freak, Peroni and myself walked in front of the ladies and we all

went down the lobby into the limo, which drove on to the airport for the

flight home.

The flight nearly took three hours and we finally landed home. All the

procedures at the airport went so smoothly. Freak took care of all the

luggage and hired a limo that drove to Madam Adele’s mansion. We got there

in 30 minutes. We all went down and Freak taking all the luggage from the

limo, which then drove away.

Freak and Peroni went down on all fours for Madam Adele and Mistress Nelly

to take them inside the mansion. I followed behind. Madam Olga was waiting

at the door on Frank’s back, cheerfully welcoming us.

“Hi, sis. You’re a bit late. I was waiting here for your arrival for nearly

one hour. I missed you so much,” Olga cheered. “Hello, Olga. It’s good to

see you,” replied Madam Adele. The three ladies went on their ponies

inside exchanging laughs and talking. They all dismounted and sat in the

big hall. Freak, Frank and Josh were ordered to bring all the luggage

inside.

“I have received the deluge of slaves you had sent, sis. We have a lot of

them now. I’m afraid they are too many and much more than I need. I only

wanted cooks. Oh, by the way the two cooks who arrived in the first batch

are now preparing us a good dinner. I think we should give two or three of

them to our Thai friend Jena on her birthday as a present. It’s tomorrow.

She often asked me whether I have extra slaves,” said Olga.

“It’s a good idea, Olga. Besides, we cannot feed all these mouths,” said

Adele.

“Listen guys, I’ll need two slaves in addition to the old man. So, I guess

you will have three slaves, besides the two cooks, Freak, Josh and Frank. I

think the two of you can manage with eight slaves,” said Nelly.

“I already entrusted two slaves to wash and iron my clothes, two others are

taking care of the garden and two cooks already took their place in the

kitchen. I guess we’ll have Josh, Freak and Frank as enough slaves for the

care of our feet and waste,” said Olga.

“First of all I’ll need to see the newcomers to put them in their right

place, go get them all for me, Freak,” Adele ordered as she walked in the

direction of her throne-like chair she has moved from her place.

The eight men were driven by Freak into the hall. “Yeah…hi, morons. Fall on

your knees in one line before your new owner now,” she ordered. The men

went down on their knees before Adele’s throne that had her feet resting

some half meter above the floor level, nearly in the level of the faces of

the kneeling men.

“First I want to welcome you in our world as dedicated servants for all our

needs. We would be expecting nothing but this. Anyone amongst you who would

not be willing to cooperate to the fullest, would be discharged. And you

should know that discharging is not from service, but from life. That means

death. You have of course watched how I deal in death so easily. There is

no need to remind you. So, I and the ladies here or any of our friends

expect total obedience on your part. You will be spending the rest of your

pathetic life serving us and accurately carry out whatever commands you

receive. These are the rules here. Now show your gratitude by worshipping

my two feet. Divide yourself into two groups. Each group take one of my

feet and start worshipping right now,” Adele instructed.

Four men held her right foot and four others her left and kept kissing and

licking for 15 minutes. “Now stop! Come Nelly, pick two of these slaves as

your own,” said Adele.

Nelly walked and stopped before the eight men and picked two of them,

ordering them to follow her. She signaled Peroni to assume the all-fours

position to sit on his back and then ordered her two new slaves to take off

her flats and wash her feet with their tongues.

“Olga, come pick three men to give to Jena on her birthday tomorrow,” said

Adele. Olga picked three men. “Now, the remaining three slaves of you would

stick around in this place to serve me and my sister,” Adele instructed.

“Alex, you will accompany those three slaves tomorrow to Jena to teach them

how to be good servants. I don’t want any embarrassment with Jena. She’s

one of our close friends,” she instructed. “Of course, Madam. Anything you

wish, I am at your and your friend’s disposal,” I replied. “Good! We have

spent only one week of your month’s vacation. We still have you for three

weeks. You are to spend two weeks at Jena’s and then return here to give me

a detailed report about the progress of these slaves. You’ll stay here for

one week and after this you’re free to return to your wife and kid again,”

Madam Adele commanded. “I guess Nelly would not be needing your services

anymore, since she has three now to take care of her, right Nelly?” she

asked.

“Yeah, Adele. I would not be needing him anymore. I have enough servants

now. You’ll be soon free, Alex. But I want to thank you for all that you

have offered me. You were really of great help and so cooperative. Thank

you, Alex. Drop by my place later so we go to the bank together to give you

five million dollars for all your services which I really appreciate,”

Nelly told me.

I was very happy for the news of my release from captivity, and of course

the five million dollars. I did not expect Mistress Nelly to be that

generous with me. I thought all my years of devoted service have finally

paid off beyond my imagination.

Nelly stood up to leave. She ordered her new fresh slaves to carry her own

luggage. She rode Peroni’s back and headed to the car as Freak was to give

her a lift home.

I stayed for the night at Madam Adele’s mansion. I was ordered to

demonstrate to the new slaves here how they should inhale farts deep so

that the fine ladies would not be offended by the smell, how they should

wash feet with tongue and how they should rub and massage legs and calves

as if I were an old-hand instructor showing new students how to apply the

theories in practice.

Madam Adele’s farts were endless. I would make a demonstration and then

let one of the new slaves try it. They were making good progress.

I washed Madam Adele’s feet with warm water and for 30 minutes and dried

her feet with a special towel. She ordered me to wash Madam Olga’s. Adele

spat into the bowl several times. Most of her spits were phlegmatic and

gooey. She instructed the new slaves to drink all the water in the bowl to

the last drop. The did as told. She then squatted over the bowl and filled

it with her warm yellow thick smelly urine, then ordered the three men to

lick from the bowl like dogs until the last drop.

“I want to see you licking the bowl clean,” she instructed. I was in the

meantime washing Olga’s feet in another bowl. She felt so relaxed.

The young cook was preparing the table for dinner. In 15 minutes, the old

cook went to the ladies, knelt down humbly and said “dinner is served,

Madams.”

Adele signaled Josh, who was waiting for orders, to carry her to the table.

I was drying Madam Olga’s feet when she ordered Frank to take her to the

table. The two ladies were seated at the table. I and Josh were ordered to

get down the table at their feet and massage the ladies’ feet while they

are eating.

The three new slaves were busy licking Madam Adele’s urine from the bowl.

From my perspective under the table I had the chance to meditate at Madam

Adele’s shapely legs. I was sitting on the floor twisting my legs. Adele

was resting her feet on the inner sides of both my knees. She had strongest

thickest calves I have ever seen. I have myself witnessed their lethal

effect on men’s necks. She used these calves to destroy the necks of her

male challengers who tried to survive her decisive holds but failed.

I also glanced at her toes and toenails that I’ve seen denying any air to

men’s lungs so easily. She sat above me at the table eating as if she has

done nothing. I thought that killing for Madam Adele was nothing but a

nice pastime she enjoys to the fullest degree.

They finished eating and signaled Josh and Frank to take them to the

bathroom to wash their hands. The cooks came out to clean the dining table

and then served the ladies orange juice, which they guzzled in a second.

The three slaves were still licking the bowl of Madam Adele’s pee. She

ordered them to finish off in less than a minute or they would be severely

punished. The men swallowed like hell.

“Now, you will have your first meal here. If I see any remains of the meal,

I’ll understand that you did not like it, which would piss me off. Usually

when I’m pissed off, I take it out on the slaves around,” said Adele,

taking off her white panties and squatted over the bowl and started to

bring out huge dollops of shit. Her feces were coherent and solid that I

thought she never had diarrhea. She filled half the bowl with shit. “Come

here, Alex. Clean me to demonstrate to the boys how it should be done,” she

commanded. I quickly knelt at her offered ass hole and licked the remaining

shit clean and gulped it. Madam Olga took off her blue underwear and

started to dispatch her brown cargo. Her shit was less solid and more

abundant than Adele that the whole bowl was filled to the full.

“Enjoy it, slaves! This is the two sisters’ special treat! Hope you like

it. And you’d better like it because from now on it will be the menu of

everyday,” Adele addressed the men, who lowered their heads and started to

eat.

Freak entered and knelt before Madam Adele telling her that he has dropped

Mistress Nelly to her house. She rode his back and ordered him to take her

up to her room and me to follow. Olga rode Frank as she yawned and went up

to her room next to Madam Adele’s. Josh was ordered to keep watching the

slaves eating and enjoying the meal until they finish it off, and to report

to her on the next morning whether any of them disliked it.

Adele entered her room on Freak’s back. I took my usual place at the foot

of her bed before she laid her body on it. After bringing his owner down to

the bed, Freak too his usual place too on the floor facedown so that when

the lady wakes up the next morning she may find something to tread on

before she touches the floor with her precious feet.

Good boy, Alexie! Always expecting my needs!” she told me with a truly

affectionate smile. Adele played her toes against my lips and tongue. I did

not make any action on my part. She folded her arms behind her head on the

pillow and was relaxing her toes inside my mouth. With her big and second

toes functioning as a pair of tweezers, she caught my tongue and took it

all out of my mouth, and started to rub her sole against my tongue then had

it between each pair of toes of her two feet to get the spaces between her

toes cleaned of any possible toe-jam.

She kept doing this until she went into deep sleep. I had a bit of forty

winks myself on the floor at the foot of the bed.

The next evening Madam Adele and her sister Olga were getting out of the

door riding Freak and neatly-saddled Frank to the car with myself and three

men hand-tied behind. Adele was dressed in a short light yellow dress,

fishnet stockings and a pair of classic black high-heeled shoes, while Olga

was wearing olive-green blouse, knee-length black skirt and a pair of black

stilettos.

The past that wouldn’t die – Part 1

(These are my darkest fantasies. I put them on paper. Hope you like it.Feel free to e-email me on: arnoldlayne32@yahoo.com)

I am now over 30 years of age, married with one kid, but it seems I am not totally healed from a weird disease that used to keep haunting my adolescent mind.

It all began when I was 13 or 14 when I first knew our neighbor in the apartment above. She is called Nelly. She was then in her early 40s. My
working mom was in acquaintance with Nelly, who used to spend much time
alone in her house. I went up there for frequent visits, and she always
welcomed me and used to talk to me over a variety of things and issues.

Nelly was not a stunning beauty. She has brown eyes, fair-black soft long
hair she always wearing as a thick ponytail. She has a peaked Roman nose
and razor-thin lips.

It was her body that scorched my soul, tormented my senses and tickled my
fancies. Her husband, who was like an uncle to me, was working his ass
mercilessly from morning until late at night to cater for the needs of the
house. When he comes back from work and finds me in the house he was
welcoming me, thinking it was no harm to find his wife with a little boy.

Nelly, too, was not suspecting of my thoughts about her, may be because I
was too shy to tell her about my feelings for her magnificent graceful
feet. She used to go about in the house bare-feet, wearing knee-length
gown, and I just couldn’t help stealing glances of her beautiful feet and
picture-perfect, to-die-for calves.

I would do anything to just spend my lifetime kissing those feet and
calves, I thought. While she was in the bathroom, I used to take her shoes
and slippers placed neatly near the house door and sniff the aroma, knowing
Nelly’s feet were just nestled in there for some time. “Why wasn’t I just
created a pair of shoes for those lovely feet,” I wondered.

I bet Nelly was proud of her own legs and graceful thick soft calves. When
she was sitting with me talking, she was in the habit of taking her knee-
length gown up a little, showing about three centimeters above her knee.

Of course I was serious in exchanging words with her, evading looks at her
feet or legs and avoiding to raise any suspicions in her mind about my
burning love for the lower part of her body.

She used to wear no toe polish, which was even sexier if one is attracted
to natural beauty, though rarely she applied white toenail paint, which I
envied. I followed everywhere in the house, except the bathroom of course.
When she was in the kitchen cooking, I stood with her talking and talking,
which I thought boring at times, but the good thing about standing in the
kitchen was that I got the favorable opportunity of stealthily looking at
her legs, to which I was attracted like a magnet.

Sometimes she would drop some culinary utensils and bow to pick them up and
I get to see her panties, often black ones contrasting her white
complexion, which causes my prick to scream for mercy.

She was not at all suspecting of my hot emotions for her, or at least that
was what I thought, until one day when I went up she welcomed me in as
usual and brought me and herself some refreshments. “How are you spending
your school summer vacation?” she asked. Almost nothing valuable was my
reply.

“I want to talk to you about something but I don’t know how to put it. You
see, I really found it so weird that I was shocked to see you doing it,”
she said.

Her words stirred concern inside me. Was I miserably unfortunate to have
been seen sniffing her shoes? What would her reaction be like?

“I have seen you busy sniffing my shoes that you were totally unaware of my
presence having it shot by my camcorder.”

Her words struck like a sledgehammer on my head. I was flabbergasted and
speechless. “h- h- how did you know,” I stammered. She said she has
accidentally spotted my eyes ogling at her legs and that she suspected me
because every time I left her home she found her shoes not in the neat
order she used to have them.

She said she feigned going to the bathroom and shut the door, except that
she was not inside. She sneaked on tiptoe to watch me only to find me
sniffing the aroma of her shoes.

Gosh! Could have I been so careless to have misplaced the shoes after
sniffing?

“Now I am going to tell your mother about this strange behavior of yours.
It was totally unexpected from you to do this. And guess what, I have the
evidence live on video, so there is no way for you to deny it.”

“p- p- please Nelly! Don’t do this. I am not going to come again. I- I- am
so sorry. Please don’t get angry. I just can’t explain it.” My words fell
on deaf ears and she insisted she would tell my mom.

“Why were you sniffing my shoes? Have you sniffed anybody else’s shoes
before?”

“No, of course not”

“What was so special about them? Tell me!”

“I just couldn’t help it, Nelly. I don’t know.”

A strong slap from her hand has caught my off-guard cheek. “From now on you
won’t call me by name, you worthless worm! You would address me as Mistress
Nelly, is it OK with you? Because if it is not, I am then going to make
copies of the tape and give it to all our neighbors. Is this understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Nelly. It is completely understood.”

“You will obey all my instructions and I expect the utmost dedication on
your part. Any hesitation or delay would result in unfavorable consequences
that you are not likely to bear.” Mistress Nelly gave her instructions in a
matter-of-factness that she seemed having not expected no for an answer.

“You are to come everyday morning at 8.30 a.m. (most likely half an hour
after her husband goes to work) and wake me up and attend me on the orders
that I will give you, OK? And whenever I phone you to come up any time I
want, I should expect you in less than three minutes, no matter what you
were doing or where you have been, I don’t care!”

“OK, Mistress Nelly, I’ll do anything to please you and would be in
complete service and at your total disposal.”

“Good! Now kneel down in front of me and give my feet a good massage, I
really need this.”

I automatically knelt down and started rubbing her toes one by one. She
started to relax and was happy about it, just like my happiness to see my
dreams come true that I am in closer contact now with her magnificent legs.
She ordered me to get a bowl of water to wash her feet and get some foot
cream from the bedroom.

I did as I was told and washed her feet so meticulously between each toe.
After I dried one foot she rested it on my shoulder and rested the other
dried foot on my other shoulder. She then used one foot and rubbed my face
with her sole. “Now it is time for the tongue cleaning. I want you to use
your tongue in between my toes as a final touch for the cleaning process,”
she commanded.

I gladly worked my tongue between her toes for nearly one hour and then I
was ordered to apply the cream from the toes up to her knees and rub her
legs smoothly. That took another hour, and she seemed to be completely
relaxing.

She then told me to drink the bowl of water with which I washed her feet. I
winced a bit. “hesitating?” she asked. I quickly said no. “Then what are
you waiting for? Go on with it,” she ordered. I lowered my head to drink
washing water and drank as much as I could waiting for her instructions for
me to “stop”, which she never uttered.

My stomach was almost bursting like a balloon when she showed some mercy
and told me that was enough.

“That is enough for today. You may go home now, but I expect you tomorrow
in the morning to wake me up and I also expect my breakfast ready. Is it
understood?” she said. I answered in the affirmative of course. After all I
had no choice. She gave me a copy of her apartment key to avoid disturbing
her while she was asleep.

“Whenever you come here or leave from here you are to kneel in front of my
feet and give each one of my toes 10 kisses, is it OK?” I nodded and said,
“Yes, Mistress Nelly.”

I knelt and kissed her toes as ordered. “And one more thing, Alex. I expect
better service and attention from you. I want improved performance, do you
hear me?”

“Yes, Mistress. I will do whatever it takes to meet your satisfaction.”

“We shall see, now you may go. Bye, Alex.”

I went down to my place and kept thinking of the day’s events. I was
shocked when she told she has found out about my tendencies, but now I am
happy she discovered. I am now in direct touch with her feet and that what
I have always been dreaming of.

I set my alarm at 7.30 a.m. and went to sleep with reflections of her toes
invading my thoughts. I woke up the next day and took a bath and got
dressed and climbed up the stairs to Mistress Nelly’s apartment and let
myself in at 8.15 a.m. I quickly fixed her breakfast which consisted of
toast, cheese, marmalade, butter and hot Nescafe with mate, and finished at
8.25 a.m. and waited for five minutes and then entered her bedroom. She was
fast asleep and was wearing just pink bras and panties.

I laid the tray on the chest of drawers and then knelt at the foot of the
bed to give her toes 10 kisses each. “Alex, is it you?” she asked as she
stirred in her bed. “Yes, Mistress Nelly. Your breakfast is ready, Madame.
It is now 8.30,” I said.

“Good, Alex. Bring me my breakfast and suck my toes pretty well while I am
eating,” she said. I took each toe in my mouth sucking them as if they were
lollipops. The taste was sweeter than honey that I really enjoyed the
process.

She continued eating and drinking for 10 minutes and then ordered me to
take the tray away and get on my knees at the bedside of her direction. I
did as I was told. A bit dozy, she got down from the bed and stood in front
of me, rubbing my cheeks. She then mounted my face as if it were a
hobbyhorse and stayed there for nearly two minutes when suddenly I heard a
muffled splutter, followed by an abhorrent smell.

She did not dismount and stayed for one minute, after which she gave me
fart after fart. “Inhale those deep into your lungs. I don’t want to smell
them, OK?” she said. I kept inhaling deeply this abominable smell that I
wondered what the contents of her bowels could be.

I was so hungry. I haven’t had my breakfast yet so I asked my Mistress if
she just could give me 10 minutes to eat something at my place and return
to her immediately.

“Why do you need to go down there? Your breakfast is ready,” she said. I
thought she would give me something to eat. “Listen Alex! From now on
whatever I eat you will eat. Today I ate cheese, toast, marmalade, butter
and Nescafe. You will exactly get these, but with a little processing!”

“Processing?” I wondered.

“Yup, my dear Alex. You will take those things I have eaten today into your
stomach. In other words I am going to empty my bowels and bladder into your
stomach. To make my self a bit clearer I am going to shit and piss into
your mouth and you are expected to eat my shit and drink my urine. From now
on my shit is your food and my pee is your water. Is that understood?”

I cringed at the idea and took a moment to think.

“Hesitating?” she asked that dreadful one-word question. I was helpless
anyway and there is nothing that can be done about it.

“It seems to me you are unhappy about your new menu here. You are an
ungrateful scoundrel. You should thank me for giving you your meal. OK, you
can go home and let us forget about the whole thing, but be sure that I am
going to use this tape of mine to distort your image in the neighborhood.”

“Madame, who said I was unhappy. It was just that I am really surprised of
the honor you are bestowing upon me,” I, having to find a way out of this
fix, said.

“Oh. I thought otherwise. I am so rash. I just thought you would dislike my
shit and piss,” she said in a sweet mellow tone. “OK. Let’s get on with it.
I don’t like to keep you hungry, my dear personal servant. Let me give you
your breakfast. Come on.”

She signaled me with her fingers to follow her into the bathroom, my new
restraint. She ordered me to lie on my back and then she took off her
panties and lowered asshole on my face making sure it was all contained
into my mouth.

Mistress Nelly made spluttering sounds and dispatched one big brown banana
into my mouth. “You better chew it quickly because they are coming one
after the other. Oh, here is a big one coming,” she said.

I munched and swallowed away hastily lest they should fall on my face. I
kept eating her shit until she had nothing more to give. My mouth was
filled shit like a hamsters storing their food in their inside-mouth
pouches, partly glad she seemed to have no more. The taste was awful, but I
can put up with it. At least I can never put up with a scandal she would
start if I refused to obey her.

“Now it is time for your beverage. Guess what, today it is Nescafe,” she
said, giving my open mouth a gush of warm liquid which I gulped fast to
keep my mouth from overflowing. The pee took away the awful taste and smell
of her shit inside my mouth, all down to my stomach.

She kept peeing into my mouth for three minutes until her urine reduced to
a thin trickle. “How did you like your breakfast, Alex?” she asked. “It was
lovely and delicious, Mistress Nelly,” I replied.

“Since you are that crazy about the breakfast I gave you, I promise I’ll
guarantee you a breakfast like this everyday,” she said. “That would be
great an honor and generous of you, Madame,” I thanked her.

She stood up and put back her pink panties and ordered me to wash my hands
[I haven't used any] and mouth and follow her into the hall, where she was
seated.
I rushed to the hall and went down on my knees in front of her. “Listen,
Alex. You may go home now and return at 3.00 p.m. because I am going to run
some silly errands that would take three or four hours. I’ll be back at
2.30 p.m. so I will expect you here in 30 minutes, OK?” she said.

Mistress Nelly did not have to ask me, but anyway I nodded and answered in
the affirmative.

Three o’clock saw me reporting again to Mistress Nelly, who was ensconcing
herself in the sofa waiting for me. “Oh, Alex. I was waiting for you to
undress me. Come on, dear, take off my shoes and stockings,” she hailed my
coming.

I bent my knees down on the floor before her and took off her shoes, which
proliferated a stinky smell. I then peeled the stockings off her feet and
put them inside the shoes. “Oh, Alex. My stinky feet are killing me, give
them a good sniff to rid me of this odor,” she ordered. I inhaled the aroma
from her feet. “There are a lot of toe jam in between my toes. Take them
away, Alex, please,” she ordered again.

I worked my tongue in between the toes and ate away all the toe jam until
her feet gleamed thanks to my saliva. “Now get the bowl and wash my feet
for the massage routine, Alex dear,” she commanded. I brought the bowl of
lukewarm water to start the established process and massaged her feet and
calves and she moaned in relaxation, turning on the TV while enjoying a
good massage.

“Now Alex I am going to use you as my footstool while I am watching TV, but
first get me the popcorn in the kitchen. I fetched her the popcorn and she
ordered me get down on all fours and let my side face her but after she
told me to stuff her stockings into my mouth to clean them with my saliva.

She was in a good mood to have finally found something to kill time at
home. “Your performance seemed to have improved quite well, Alex. That is
why I brought you a good present during a shopping hour. See, I bought you
a BIG glass for occasional refreshments from my bladder,” she said. “Thank
you, Madame,” I muffled with her stockings inside my mouth.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Alex, after all the service you have been and will be
offering,” she said. She brought her legs off my back and told me to bring
out the stockings from my mouth and pinched my nose and brought it to face
her panties, the part where her shit hole was nestling. She released a big
fart and I, as an established routine between us, inhaled deep and took
away the six or seven farts [may be she ate a lot of popcorn that inflated
her stomach]. Mistress Nelly did not like the smell and since she has to
release those farts, the only way to solve this problem was me taking them
into my lungs.

“Sorry, dear, but you know in my age it is hard for me to keep control over
my body, so I wish you would not find my smell inconvenient,” she said.

“Never mind, Madame. It’s always be glad for me to be of service to you. At
least that is why I was created, to be of service and pleasure to you,” I replied.

“Speaking of old age, Alex. I just thought to use you as a means of
transport in the house. You see, I am tired of going about this spacious
house, so that why I will need to ride you as a pony about the place. Is it
OK with you?”

“Mistress Nelly, you need not ask me. You just order me to do so, and I
will be at your beck and call any time,” I replied.

“Oh, Alex. I thought you would agree and that is why I bought these
footholds for you to wear so that when I am riding you I get my feet into
them. Try them, baby,” she said.

I put on this pair of footholds and they were dangling from my neck so that
when I am on all fours getting my Mistress where she wants in the house she
could use them as supporting devices for her feet.

“Well. They seemed nice. Now Alex take me to the bedroom to help me
undress,” she said, riding me like her pony and getting her feet into those
footholds to avoid touching the ground.

“When I hit you on the nape once that means you move, twice you stop,” she
instructed. I reached her bedroom. She was not that heavy and I could put
on with the weight.

She hit me twice on the scruff, which signaled me to stop, which I did.
“Come on now, Alex, take this skirt and blouse off me and get me into my
gown.” I followed every piece of instruction, and she dismissed me saying
she needs to have a little nab.

Two hours after I entered my place the phone rang and I answered just to
hear Mistress Nelly ordering me to go up to her “in two shakes of a lamb’s
tail.” “It is so urgent. Come here at once,” she said. In exactly seven
seconds I was inside her home and rushed directly to her bedroom. “Oh,
Alex. There is a coup d’etat inside my intestines. It seems I have the
runs. I know I shouldn’t have eaten that damn ice cream. Open your mouth,
honey. Get my ass knob inside your mouth quickly.”

I knelt fast in front of the bedside, where she opened her legs wide and
rested her shit hole into my mouth. Loads of liquid shit blew inside my
mouth and I was a swallowing machine. I had no time to chew as shit came
streaming in like a flood. My Mistress seems to have been through torture
and her tummy seemed to be in excruciating pain. Her face was red.

“Aaaah…take this one too…ahh. Please, Alex. Swallow all that is inside my
bowels.”

I continued gulping her mushy brown load until finally she seemed to have
relaxed. My mouth overflowed a bit. She gave me a broad sweet smile and
said, “sorry, darling. I know it is not your meal time, but it’s OK. You
can consider it as a snack.”

“It’s alright, Madame. I am here to help in anyway you wish,” I said. I
took permission to wash my shit-smeared face in her bathroom, but she
refused. “Are you crazy? You want to wash shit in my basin? Wipe it with
your fingers and then suck them clean. Only then you are allowed to wash,”
she said.

I wiped the smears of her shit with my index finger and then sucked it as
instructed by an extremely dominant Mistress Nelly. “Aren’t you forgetting
something dear?” I had no clue of what she has meant. “Come on, don’t be
such a wimp! Shove your tongue in there and clean me of this mess.” I
lapped her asshole and the adjacent areas until she was spotless. “Good
boy, Alex. That’s my personal servant. I just can’t believe you made all
this progress in only a couple of days. It seems I’ve made a miracle out of
you, baby.”

She put on her panties and told me to take her to the hall to watch TV. I
took the footholds quickly out of my denims and put it on. She rode me and
signaled me to move on with a single hit on my nape. “Go slowly, Alex. I
want to enjoy every second of it,” she said, whistling a lovely tune. I
went on at a very slow pace until my nape received two successive hits, so
I stopped, ready for further instructions.

“Go fetch that footrest for me and then put your face into my soles and
lick in between my toes while I watch TV, and don’t forget to bring me some
peanuts and popcorns from the kitchen,” she ordered.

She was enjoying herself and using me to the fullest extent as if I was
born to serve her. I licked her unpainted long toenails from below and
drove my tongue in between the toes. She playfully pinched my nose with her
big and second toes and gave me mild scratching with her toenails from time
to time.

“Go get me two Budweisers from the fridge. I need to get drunk tonight,”
she said. I fetched her the beer and opened one can for her and returned to
my toe-licking activity and stole a glance at the grandfather clock hanging
above her on the wall. It was nearly 10.00 p.m.

“Oh. You must be worried about my hubby’s imminent arrival. It’s OK, baby.
He phoned me today and said that he flew to the Upper Province on a sudden
business trip for a week. So he is not coming, and that is why I am
celebrating. He is such a dickhead. Listen Alex, I’ll give you leave now,
but I need you tomorrow night for the big party. I have invited three close
friends of mine. They are coming at 7.00 p.m. The four of us ladies would
be in need of your services tomorrow night. Tell mom you are going to spend
all night long tomorrow with friends of yours so that she wouldn’t miss
you.”

Mistress Nelly then told me that this was of course apart from my morning
activities. “We’ll meet tomorrow morning, honey. Bye,” she said.

She snapped her fingers ordering me to stop licking her toes and leave, so
I went home.

I woke up the next day at 8.25 a.m. I shouted in awe and directly left my
bed and flew up there without even washing my face or cleaning my teeth. I
hurried to the kitchen to prepare my Mistress’s breakfast. That took about
10 minutes and it was all ready at 8.40 a.m. I started licking Mistress
Nelly’s toes to wake her up. She stirred lazily in her bed. “What is the
time now, Alex?” she asked.

“It’s 8.45, Madame.”

“8.45. You are 15 minutes late, you butthead. You are to be punished, Alex,
to remember keeping good track of time in the future.”

I just see nothing wrong about being 15 minutes late, considering the fact
that Mistress Nelly was not a working woman and that she has nothing urgent
as far as I know to regret being late. However, I thought, she would never
miss a chance to prove her superiority over me and strike fear into my
heart

“On your knees. You are to be slapped on your miserable cheeks by my feet
100 times and then your face is to be mashed under my feet for 30 minutes.”
She started slapping my face with her right foot: my left cheek receiving
the front of her right foot and my right cheek her right sole. She kept
swinging her tormenting foot like hell as if she was practicing on the
punching bag in front of her: my face.

After she finished I felt extremely dizzy that ground was in the sky and I
began to see stars. She grabbed me by the hair and had me lie on my back
bringing my face up to look directly at the ceiling. Sitting on the left
side of the bed, Mistress Nelly then rested her two feet on my miserable
face and started to mash it violently under her bare heels and scratched my
cheeks with her long pointed strong toenails.

My face was on fire and my head was spinning. I screamed, but that made her
more violent. She muffled my cries with her left sole, and started kicking
my nose and forehead with her right bare weapon she calls foot.

She stopped after a while. May be she had some pity on me. Her left sole
was tightly shutting up my mouth and with her right big and second toes
pinching my nose closed and cutting off air supply. “You know, asshole, I
could end your pathetic life now. I can easily kill you,” she said. My face
grew red I could feel it and I thought I was really dying. She took her
feet off my face and I gasped desperately for air as if I was being
strangled. “Get up and apologize properly for your Mistress,” she ordered.

I got up and took both her feet and started kissing them enthusiastically.
“I’m sorry, Madame. This will never happen again, I promise,” I said.

“OK. Go bring me my breakfast quickly.” I brought the tray containing her
morning meal and she leaned her back at a bellow in the bed. I sucked her
toes while she was having her breakfast until she signaled me to dive my
head between her powerful thighs under the tray and wait for her farts to
take into my lungs. The first fart was a long soundless one with hideous
smell that could function as a toxic agent used in a chemical warfare. The
following farts had spluttering sounds but the smell was not so deadly as
the first one.

I heard fingers snapping so I got down on my knees with my head looking
downward. She put the tray away and told me she wanted to go to the
bathroom. I put on the footholds and she gave me one on the nape to move
ahead to the bathroom. “I thought of denying you your daily meal as
punishment, but I reconsidered the matter and settled for the kicking and
trampling. See Alex, I am so kind-hearted but I warn you not to take
advantage of this.”

We reached the bathroom and with two hits I stopped. She dismounted and
ordered me to lie on my back. Peeling off her panties, she said “I think
you have liked my mushy diarrheic loads yesterday, haven’t you, baby?” Yes
was my answer. “Well, I have good news for you, Alex. I still have these
damn runs, and I am thinking of covering all your face in those brown feces
to give you the generous opportunity of reveling in my sweet shitty scent.
After I finish dispatching my cargo on your face, you are to lie still like
a corpse for 30 minutes. I will then come visit you again and wash your
face with a huge torrent of my precious pee.”

She lowered her bottom directly over my face and a huge non-stop juicy
brown liquid attacked my face. No part of my exposed face was not covered
by her excrement. It went down my cheeks, neck and hair. She kept relieving
herself on my face for 15 minutes.

My vision was blurry from the shit over my face but I heard her clearly say
she would for refreshments and beer. “See you in 30 minutes, Alex baby,”
she said.

She returned to the bathroom slightly intoxicated by the beer, just to find
me like the corpse she had instructed. “Hi, Alex hon. I am back and guess
what; I have a loaded bladder that is going to explode over your face, but
first I will put this stainless bowl under your head so that my bathroom
floor remains clean,” she said.

Madame Nelly put the bowl under the back of my head so that all his piss,
and of course the shit on my face, would end up in the bowl. Suddenly I
felt a gush of warm stinky liquid flowing over my face like a shower. Pee
was flowing non-stop for five minutes over my face. As vision began to get
clearer, I looked to see a hole three centimeters over my eyes sending
uncontrollably crazy gushes of urine.

“He-he-he! Didn’t I tell you that my bladder was to explode? Enjoy it baby.
I have a surprise for you, Alex dear.” Her urine came down to small drops
and she stood up as she finished and put on her black panties. “Today,
Alex, I am going to give you Mistress Nelly’s special: the mushy-shit-beer-
urine cocktail. You will now get your meal as I promised you. Eat the
content of this bowl, honey. All of it. I want no trace of this in the
bowl, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mistress. Right away!” I closed my eyes and started to swallow the
strange mix. The test was indescribable. It was like shit, or so to speak.
I finished it all and I felt really ill. “Good boy! Now go home and bathe
and report here at 6.30 p.m. to help me with preparations for the big
party. Listen, Alex. You better do your best in this party. I don’t want
any embarrassments in front of my friends, otherwise there is going to be a
great deal of hard time for you. I think this is crystal clear, huh?” she
said.

“Yes, Madame. Very clear. I’ll do my best.”

“We’ll see. Since you are in awful shape and you are stinking in my
cocktail, I exempt you from the farewell greeting of kissing my toes. Go
now,” she ordered.

I went down quickly to my place and ran to the bathroom. I was so ill that
I tried to vomit but to no avail [of course it would be hell for me if my
Mistress knew about my attempt to bring out her precious waste from my
bowels].

I took a bath and slept for three hours to wake up at 6.00 p.m. and before
I slept I made sure the alarm was working properly [It just did not ring
today morning and this incurred my Mistress's punishment of foot-slapping
and face-mashing].

At exactly 6.30 p.m. I was turning the key to enter my Mistress’s place. I
helped her with the party preparations and everything was in good shape by
7.00 p.m. Mistress Nelly was getting dressed and finished her make-up and
all that jazz. She was wearing a short black dress that revealed her
graceful soft plump thighs. As I was finishing the final touches for the
party, I heard fingers snapping inside the bedroom. I hurried inside and
waited for instructions.

“Take me outside and bring this pair of black mules. Hold them in your
mouth by the heels,” she commanded as she gave me one hit to move. We
reached the hall and waited for the guests. Mistress Nelly relaxed herself
on the sofa and stretched her feet for me to suck her toes, which I did for
nearly 10 minutes.

“Mistress Nelly, could I be allowed to make a suggestion?”

“Yes, Alex. Go ahead.

“Why don’t you have your toes painted? I think they are so sexy this way,
but paints add to the beauty of women’s feet. I guess your toes would look
gorgeous if you had them painted white.”

“Mmmm, Alex. That is a nice suggestion. OK, go fetch the white paint from
the bedroom. You have only 15 minutes left to paint me before the visitors
arrive.”

I went quickly to get the white paint and returned to sit at my Mistress’s
feet. She rested her right foot in my lap and I started to apply the paint.
In 10 minutes it was all over. “Oh, Alex you were right, my feet look
better with this paint. Now put my feet into this pair of mules,” she said.

Madame Nelly wore no stockings. Her legs looked glamorous in her short
black dress.

The doorbell rang, so I rushed to open. The guests entered and they all
kissed Mistress Nelly on the cheeks. Adele was a black well-built woman in
her forties. She was a bit fat but seemed so strong. Her eyes were wide and
heavy with mascara. Her nose was small and wore her pale yellow hair in a
bob. Vera was also a 40-ish golden-haired woman, and the third one was
Nina, Vera’s 18-year-old daughter. They were all wearing short skirts. Only
Adele wore a black fishnet stockings.

They all had the same facial expression enquiring about my identity.
Mistress Nelly told them that I was her personal servant, and that I was
here to attend to their wishes and make them feel relaxed.

“Since you are to seek our satisfaction, young boy, come and take my shoes
and stockings off,” Adele addressed me. I was aware of the fact that I
should not let my Mistress down so I knelt before big Adele and took off
her shoes and stockings so gently and in no time.

“Oh, my toes are killing me, dear Nelly. I walked too much today,” said
Adele. I was still at Adele’s feet. Mistress Nelly said that I have foot
massaging and toe sucking experience. “Oh really? So why don’t you boy just
give me this. I need it so badly.

“Of course, dear Adele. After he just takes off the other ladies’ shoes.
Alex, quick. Take the ladies’ shoes off,” commanded my Mistress. I did as
instructed. The feet of Vera and her daughter Nina were so cute and lovely.
I seated myself back in front of Adele’s feet. I lifted her right leg,
which was so heavy, to my mouth and started sucking her toes one by one.
She gave a frolic laugh. Her voice was a bit harsh. “It just gives me a
ticklish sensation. This is the first time I had someone sucking my toes.
It feels lovely. Can I borrow Alex for some time, dear Nelly?” asked Adele.

“Of course, dear Adele. Any time you want him, just let me know, so that I
make certain preparations. You see, Adele, Alex’s presence in my life
became essential. He is indispensable for me,” I felt flattered by the
words of praise from my Mistress.

Mistress Nelly spoke about her crash course of training she provided to me
with totally no costs involved at all. “Even his food is not costing me a
dime. He just accepts my feces and urine as his main meals,” said my
Mistress.

I have just continued massaging Adele’s feet with my lips and tongue. My
arms ached a bit from lifting the black giant’s heavy leg, but my other
side was balanced by her resting her left sole on my right shoulder. I
could see Adele’s white panties.

“Tell us Adele about the man you killed in combat. You devil! How did you
just get away with it? Oh, Alex. I forgot to tell you that Madame Adele is
a mixed wrestling champion for seven years running,” said Mistress Nelly.

The words I have just heard gave me the creeps and that made me suck
Adele’s feet with more diligence and more respect.

“The man was really stupid. He thought he was a stud enough to defeat me. I
caught his neck between my calves and he was just expected to declare
submission like his many predecessors did. The hold was so tight of course
and he tried to escape it but that was not possible at all. He made a
sudden move in the wrong direction and broke his neck between my legs, so
his soul took the Express to heaven,” recollected Adele.

She said many referees who were at the event testified that it was not her
fault at all and finally she was acquitted.

I took Adele’s left foot from my shoulder and started to insert my tongue
in between her toes. She rested her right foot on my left shoulder as if it
were her usual footstool and she seemed very relaxed and satisfied.

“Where is the beer, boy. Go get some. I want to get dead drunk tonight,”
Adele said, playfully twitching my nose with her stumpy red-painted
toenails. I quickly ran to get a packet of beer cans, not wishing of course
to cause any annoyance to Adele, who killed a man with her gruesome pair of
calves. During the massage to Adele’s feet, I came to touch her calves,
which were as hard as steel that no man ever wishes to have his neck come
in contact with them.

I really imagined the man Adele killed struggling and struggling to get off
this boa constrictor hold, but of course – considering the powerful pair of
calves which I was just massaging – that must have been useless. “Poor man!
God bless his soul,” I thought to myself.

I opened cans of beer for everybody and Mistress Nelly ordered me to take
good care of the feet of Madame Vera and her lovely daughter Nina. I
started with the mother’s blood-red-painted long toenails. “Take good care
of the nails, Alex. Lick from below them,” instructed Vera. “Yes, Madame.
Right away,” I responded.

“While in the process of serving your precious feet, Madame Vera, I wonder
if Miss Nina likes to use my two shoulders as footstool,” I recommended.
Nina, who was sitting opposite her mother, which made my back exposed to
her, rested her both bare feet on my two shoulders.

“Now ladies let’s eat before we get too drunk. We have all kinds of meat
here,” hailed Mistress Nelly. They all sat at the dining table eating
avidly. My Mistress snapped her fingers for me and signaled me to get under
the table and dive my nose into her panty-covered ass hole to give me her
usual farts. “Anyone feels like wishing to fart? Don’t worry. Alex will
take good care of it. He usually takes farts into his lungs. This is part
of his duty,” suggested Mistress Nelly.

Adele raised her hands in approval, followed by Vera. I was afraid of
Adele’s farts. May be one fart of her huge bottoms could blow my head to
smithereens. “Go in the direction of Madame Adele, Alex. Come on boy, snap
to it. Don’t go to Madame Vera before Madame Adele snaps her fingers to
you,” instructed my Mistress.

I crawled towards Madame Adele’s asshole. She opened her legs wider and
grabbed my hair from under the table to her exact ass hole covered in the
white panties. She sent several killer farts that gave me a headache and a
little spin.

“Let me know of any of you smelt any of the farts, because this would mean
Alex had not properly taken them into his lungs, and consequently must be
punished,” said Mistress Nelly.

I heard fingers snapping from Madame Adele, so I went directly to Madame
Vera, who had her legs already open. She gave me just one fart but I swear
it was like a nice fragrance compared to Adele’s farts.

I heard fingers snapping so I withdrew from Vera’s bottom. “Hey, Nina.
Don’t tell me you don’t want to fart. All this food we’re having causes
anyone to fart. I think you are a bit shy. Please don’t be shy at all.
Consider Alex as nothing. You can think of him as a chair or a toilet bowl.
Come out, Alex. On your knees beside Miss Nina’s chair and point your face
up the ceiling….see Nina, all you have to do is mount his face like it was
a saddle of a bicycle and start doing it,” said Madame Nelly.

Nina did exactly as recommended by my Mistress and gave my mouth a long
noisy fart, which I inhaled deeply. She returned to her chair.

“Did anyone smell anything?” Mistress Nelly asked proudly. No was the
answer.

“This is really magic. You don’t know how I can find someone like him,
Nelly?” asked Adele. “I’m in bad need for a thing like this.”

“OK, Adele. You are so persistent. I’ll send him to you tomorrow at five
o’clock because I need him to re-arrange things after the party will be
over. You may keep him for three days, no more,” said Madam Nelly. Adele
was happy to get me for her personal use for a few days.

“Now let’s get on a drinking spree,” said my Mistress hilariously. They
really went on a drinking spree that I later saw the ruins of four packs of
Heineken cans lying everywhere on the ground. They also went on an
uncontrollable laughing spree that my heart kept pounding in fear.

“You know boy why we are laughing? It is because all our bladders are
filled with a lot of urine for you to drink. See that huge black lady
there? She has Mr. Heineken himself inside her bladder,” said my Mistress.
They all burst out laughing that I thought someone of them is going to die
laughing tonight.

The thought of them four emptying their bladders into my mouth gave me
goose pimples. “It is really unnecessary, ladies, to do it in the bathroom.
I can hardly move a leg,” said my Mistress, laughing. “Alex, honey. Go get
the big funnel from the kitchen cupboard.”

I fetched the funnel and knelt before Mistress Nelly’s feet. “Put that
narrow tube into your mouth, Alex and swallow my pee quickly, dear, because
you are going to get a flood,” said Madame Nelly. They all laughed and
laughed, while I swallowed and swallowed and if there is anything fair, I
am entitled to join the Guinness Book of World Records in the speed of
swallowing.

My Mistress kept gushing gold nectar from her pussy until I felt her flow
reducing to a thin trickle and then drops by drops. She snapped her fingers
to me and pointed at Madame Adele, who told me to keep the funnel in my
mouth and move in her direction.

“A moving toilet bowl! That’s the newest invention. Are we in Wonderland?”
Adele said with a coarse laugh. I was on my knees in the middle of the
setting and Adele instructed me to rest my hands behind my back and look at
the ceiling. She took off her white panties and nested her pee hole over
the funnel ending inside my mouth, bending her knees a little.

Adele never stopped laughing during the gushy flood of piss she was sending
to the inside of my body. I had no choice but to swallow her urine down to
the last drop. She took a longer piss than my Mistress gave me. She peed
for about eight minutes and all along laughing her head off above me.

She then ordered me to take the funnel off and clean her piss hole, which I
licked with gusto. She was so happy.

The dreadful night ended and I climbed up to attend to Mistress’s needs in
the morning. I was on time and prepared her breakfast and went as usual
down the foot of the bed to wake her up by rubbing her sweet toes with my
tongue. She took one hour until she made the first stir in bed. Obviously
she suffered the hangover from the previous wild night.

“Alex. Keep licking my toes for two hours. I don’t want to wake up now. You
may leave after you have finished and at five o’clock go to that address of
Madame Adele. You better serve her well and be most attentive to her
instructions. Believe me, you don’t want to upset her. She has taken a
man’s life just like that,” said Mistress Nelly, handing me a piece of
paper with Madame Adele’s address written on it.

I reported at Madame Adele’s place at 4.55 p.m. It was a spacious two-
storey villa with a wide hall leading through a wooden staircase to about
four bedrooms above. Madame Adele seems to be so rich, being a world
champion for years has earned her good money and good name in the world of
sports, apart from the man she had taken in the ring.

I planned to offer honest devoted service to Madame Adele, with whom I had
no intentions of messing around. She took the life of a big man nearly her
size with her deadly cast-iron calves, so she could do my tiny body with
much less effort with her toes. “You are five minutes earlier, but that is
great. Come in,” she greeted me at the door. I entered and directly fell on
my knees in front of her bare feet kissing both of them in a bid to impress
her and send a message that I am only willing to serve.

“Come on, good boy Alex. Follow me,” she said. She lied in a big chair that
seemed like a throne. “There is the bathroom in that direction. Get a bowl
of warm water to wash and massage my feet.” I went quickly as ordered and
brought all the foot-massaging paraphernalia, being aware of the procedure
from my experience with my original Mistress.

She rested her left foot on my shoulder and gave me the other to start
working on. I rubbed her toes in water so gently and she began to relax and
close her eyes as if she was in a dream. I dried one foot and started
working on the other and then rubbed both legs up to the knees, which were
so strong that I thought could crush a human skull easily if they pressed
together in one quick strong move.

“Lie on your back under my chair and keep your face exactly under my
feet….goooood boy! Now stick your tongue out and stay still.” She placed
her left foot on my right part of the chest and put her right heel under my
chin so that her big and second toes encircled my tongue and then moved her
toes up and down my tongue for 10 minutes. She then did it with her second
and middle toes and then the middle and fourth toes and finally the forth
and small toes. She did the same with her left foot, and all along my
tongue kept still as she ordered.

“My feet are shining thanks to your velvet tongue,” she said. “I am here to
serve you in anyway you wish me, Madame Adele. I am at your total
disposal,” I replied. She seemed satisfied and showed her shining white
teeth in a smile. “You haven’t had your lunch of course, Alex. Have you?”
“No, Madame. I was in a hurry to arrive here on time,” I said. “Well, this
dedication deserves a good meal. You know, today I ate pork, Cole Slaw and
rice and finished off a bottle of wine, so your meal is going to be a
really good nurturing one. Follow me to the bathroom, Alex,” she ordered.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I lied on my back and opened my mouth
for my lunch. I just started to love shit as a favorite meal and really
savored the taste of urine.

Madame Adele took off her white panties and lowered herself over my face,
making sure that she had her shit hole exactly over my open mouth.

She first gave several farts over my inhaling nose until I saw her first
piece of shit starting to arrive where it belongs: my mouth. Madame Adele
was pushing hard and hard. The shit seemed solid and fat and a very long
coherent one, contrary to that diarrheic shit of Mistress Nelly. The first
batch of the brown cargo started to land into my welcoming mouth, but it
seemed to have no end. Madame Adele was still pushing.

The shit seemed endless and now it looked like a small snake coming out of
her ass hole. I had to support it with hands behind her ass, and she
finally gave it. I took it all into my mouth. The later parts were easier,
but smaller cargos with same fat solidness. Madame Adele kept shitting into
my mouth for about 20 minutes and she finally emptied all the content of
her bowels into me. “You want your wine now, Alex?” she asked. “Yes, please
Madame.”

She stretched out her hand and brought a big plastic funnel. “You know
Alex, funnels guarantee that no drop of urine would be wasted away. All the
content of my bladder will move in seconds into your body.” She placed the
funnel into my mouth and started emptying all the wine she had today into
me. Although I was that swallowing machine, her pee stung my palate. It was
strong and the taste was a bit painful, but I had no choice.

Madame Adele was smiling above me while the piss was still gushing from her
hole. “Enjoying my wine, Alex?” she asked. I nodded in response. Her pee
seemed to be over I can tell from the last drops falling into my mouth. She
took off the funnel and signaled me out after her. “How was your meal,
Alex? Nelly insisted that I should give you good nourishment.” I replied
that it was more than OK.

“Of course I would not use you as my pony boy, because if I did I would
crush you under me,” she said. I was glad she has reached that conclusion.
“A larger stronger pony boy would take care of that. Come here, Josh.” An
all-muscle leg-shackled man appeared from a room in the hall. His body was
perfect. He must be a bodybuilder or something.

He stood before Madame Adele’s throne and knelt at her feet kissing her
toes one by one and then kept his kneeling position.

“A strange thing happened this morning, Alex. You see, this man was the
brother of the man I killed in the sports combat. Instead of having a
sports spirit and congratulate me over my win, he came here to attack and
kill me in revenge. However, I had to convince him that he was wrong but
this took hours of beating and face-sitting that he finally admitted he was
dead wrong. He told me his brother was a scumbag anyway.
I told him I must finish him off and send him to his brother with special
greetings from me, but he pleaded for his life and offered me that he would
do anything in return. As you see, Alex, this house is too big for me and I
really get tired of going up and down that staircase all day, so I thought
of using Josh as my means of transportation indoors. Before you have just
arrived, I took him for a round outdoors to check on my garden, and he
seemed to have enjoyed my riding him like my horsie, haven’t you, Josh?”

“You bet, Madame. My life has just begun today.” The man was so meek.

“Come kiss my feet again and take me up to my room. I need to rest. Follow
me up there, Alex. I need your services up there,” Madame Adele ordered me
in a very nice way. She treated me well. After all I was just a servant
willing so much to respond to her every wish.

Josh came closer to the throne and Madame Adele mounted his back. He was
just carrying her on his back and walked using his two feet, not the all
fours style I offer Mistress Nelly. I followed Madame Adele, who seemed to
have fun overpowering men, strong ones in particular.

Josh stood at the bedside without being told to. I found it rather strange,
and my thoughts came as I expected. “Did I ever tell you to stop, you
wimp?” Madame Adele hit him several times on his nape. “Get me down on my
feet and get ready for your punishment. Lie on your back.”

Madame Adele tortured his face by mashing it with her feet, sliding her
soles violently at his exposed face. “Please, Madame. Forgive me. It won’t
happen again,” Josh pleaded for mercy, but she wouldn’t have any. She went
on with what she was doing until he was unconscious. I was so scared.

She lied on her bed and snapped her fingers at me to give her toes another
massage with my tongue, which I did with the utmost dedication. That
continued for 30 minutes. Josh stirred and began to restore his
consciousness when Madame Adele ordered him strictly to rush to her, which
he did so quick. She signaled me to stop and get closer to her.

“While I am sleeping, you filthy worm Josh lick between my toes. If I ever
wake up any time and found you doing anything else, that would mean your
final demise. I’ll kill you and have you buried in my garden that no one
would ever know or hear a thing about you. After all your decayed body
would offer good manure for my garden. You Alex, lie directly beneath my
asshole from the bedside direction. Sometimes I fart while sleeping. I
don’t want to smell this, of course. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Madame,” both me and Josh said in the same timing. “Good,” she said,
“now let me have a good time’s sleep without any disturbances.”

She slept for about four hours during which she gave one fart nearly each
six minutes and of course I took them all into my respiratory system. I
would never let one single fart escape my two nostrils and I really thought
that I just lost the sense of smelling due to the myriads of farts I have
received during the past few days.

I could occasionally notice Josh at the foot of the bed licking and sucking
Madame Adele’s toes and her long red-painted sharp nails from the back and
front. He was working his tongue in between the toes to rid the black beast
of any possible toe jam that might have appeared. He was doing his job with
perseverance and he really seemed so scared like a rat. Well, I was scared
myself, considering my tiny body compared to Josh’s, but what struck me the
most was that Josh had a body that would kill any opponent easily and
notwithstanding Madame Adele has just overpowered him and he was finally so
convinced of her superiority over him.

I just wondered what she has possibly done to him to bring this muscled
huge man into this servile condition.

Finally, Madame Adele stirred in her bed just to find both of us attending
to her as she has exactly instructed before she sank in her forty winks.
“Good boys. That is so good. Keep doing your jobs,” she said.

We heard the door bell ringing and I was ordered by Madame Adele to answer
it. I ran quickly and opened the door and it was the postman with a letter
to Madame Adele. I ran up again and handed the letter to her and returned
to my previous position at her ass hole as I was not instructed otherwise.

“Well.. Well! It is a letter from an anonymous sender threatening to kill
me in revenge for the man I had killed in competition. Come here Josh, do
you know this handwriting, and you better not lie about it or else I’ll
break your damn neck just like I did to your brother,” she said.

Josh read the letter and his facial expressions showed familiarity with the
handwriting. “I- it is f- from my f- father,” he stuttered. “Are you sure
Josh?” She asked. He replied he was so damn sure.

“Well! You are to do something for me, Josh. You would help me trap your
father here, or else I’ll put an end to your wretched life. If you play
games, you die. If anything wrong happens, even if you were not responsible
for it, you die. If eventually the plan did not result in your father’s
arrival here, you die. Is this clear, big muscled worm?” she shouted.

“Yes, Madame, I’ll do my best.”

“You better do your best because it’s your life that is at stake now, not
mine of course. I am not planning to die now, anyway,” said Madame Adele,
sporting a wicked grin.

Brrrrr! That was the sound of a big smelly fart she gave my nose before
revealing her plan to Josh.

“Listen Josh. You speak to your father over the phone here. You tell him
that you have killed me and sliced my body to pieces by a chopper. I don’t
mind for this emergency situation that you call me names like whore! Bitch!
Say whatever you like about me, though you are not to get away with it
unpunished afterwards. You tell him that you have received the anonymous
letter he had sent and convince him of coming here to witness the carnage
you have made. Are you following, butthead?”

“Yes, Madame. Completely understood,” the tamed big man replied firmly as
if he were a soldier reporting to the supreme commander.

“Start now and bring yourself together while talking to your filthy dad. I
need complete success here or your life will be the price of any failure,”
Madame Adele warned.

Josh successfully made his phone call to his dad, who was stupid enough to
believe his miserable son. His father said he is coming right away.

“Good boy, Josh. You were fighting for your life, eh? Just an idea about
what I have in mind for your father. I am not going to waste him of course.
He is going to be mummified by a dozen duck tapes all over his body except
the head. I will now call a plumber to make a new toilet installation in
the bathroom. The plumber is to dig the tiles in the size of your mummified
dad and then install the toilet bowl over his head. Your father is going to
be my toilet bowl until his final seconds on this planet. Afterwards I will
kill the plumber to bury that secret with him in my backyard,” Madame Adele
explained the merciless scheme to Josh, who was attentive to every syllable
uttered by her. He was still tonguing the spaces between her toes while
listening.

“When is your dad going to arrive?” she asked. “At 8.00 p.m., Madame,” he
replied.

“Well. It’s now 7.30. We have 30 minutes. You will welcome your father in
and lead him to this room. I am going to be in the garden hut and follow
you both up there two minutes later. When I enter the room you stay away
and lie facedown on the floor until I finish giving your dad some beating
till he is unconscious. Is it understood, moron?” she said. “Yes, Madame.
It’s all clear,” he replied.

“You Alex, enter the room next to this and stay there until I call you. Sit
still and make no noise at all, OK?” she instructed me. “Yes, Madame. It’s
OK,” I answered.

The plan went on so accurately. Josh’s father was led by his son up here
and then a minute later entered Madame Adele to dad’s astonishment. He
looked at his son, who was already lying facedown, and he had to face the
tough black male-devouring woman.

She first slapped him violently on the cheek. She then kicked him hard in
his groin. He of course fell on his knees, and she gave him a roundhouse
kick. He crumpled to pieces on the floor and she stood with one foot over
the side of his face and began to mash it like a potato under her deadly
heels. The man was in terrible pain and he screamed like a sissy but no one
would ever come to his rescue. Even if Arnold Schwarzenegger himself was
there, he would reconsider intervening in this massacre.

Madame Adele brought a small chair that encircled the front part of dad’s
body so that her feet are literally above his face. She used her toenails
as knives cutting the flesh that used to be called face in the past. She
scratched him mercilessly with her killer toenails all over his face. He
was bleeding from various parts of his cheeks, forehead, nose, lips and
temples.

“You know why I haven’t gouged out your eyeballs with my deadly toenails?
Huh? Because I want you to watch what I am having in store for you. You
want to kill me, huh? Well, why don’t you try it, old man. How dare you
think of this. Your life has just ended the moment you stepped into my
realm,” she said, mashing his blood-soaked face. The relationship between
her feet and his face was exactly like that between a mill and wheat.
Eventually, the man could not stand it any longer and he just fainted.

The door of the next room was opened. I was on my knees in two shakes of a
cat’s whiskers before the feet of her huge stature. “Didn’t you hear the
door bell ringing? Why didn’t you answer it?” she asked me.

“Madame! I really heard the bell ringing but I wouldn’t dare go answer it
because I was not instructed to do so by your most honorable person,” I
replied politely.

She came to me and gave me a pat on my head and praised my attentive
diligence and keenness to act only upon her orders.

“You are so good a boy, Alex. Now go answer the bell. It must be the
plumber. I called him 15 minutes ago,” she said.

I opened the door and it was really a plumber [I can tell by the way he was
dressed]. Madame Adele climbed down the staircase and welcomed the plumber
and instructed him about what he would do. He told her this would take an
hour and would charge her 500 dollars. She said she would give him 5,000
dollars if he made good work of it.

“Poor plumber! He is not going to get a dime. He was a dead man walking
anyway,” I thought to myself, reflecting on the plan I have heard Madame
Adele explaining.

She told me one hour is all she needed to mummify the father’s unconscious
body with the use of several duck tapes. “Bring those duck tapes, Alex, and
follow me up there,” she said, climbing up the staircase. I brought the
duck tapes and entered the room and watched Madame Adele adjusting the
almost-dead old man in a favorable position.

Josh looked pitifully from his facedown lying position at his dad, but only
to get a strong kick in the face from Madame Adele’s right foot to
straighten him up. “Who give you permission to lift your head from the
floor. You are to be punished later for this. Face down, bitch,” shouted
Madame Adele.

“Come Alex. Give me one of those. I’ll start with the feet, but first take
off his shoes. He wouldn’t need them anymore. He is not going anywhere,
after all,” she said. I handed her one of many duck tapes I held in my
hands and she started wrapping it around dad’s feet, keeping them in
position. The first one ended just below his knees. In one hour, all the
duck tapes were wrapped around his body and he was really mummified and
could not move an inch. His head was left free with the purpose of Madame
Adele’s plans to use it for her special needs.

“Now, moron. Get up and carry your daddy and follow me down to the hall,”
she addressed Josh. He did as was told and followed Madame Adele’s down the
staircase. I was ordered to follow them down the hall. She entered the
bathroom and the plumber was sitting at the edge of the bathtub as he
finished digging. “Listen, I want you to put this mummy into this and then
place the toilet bowl over his head and start fixing it. I want my bathroom
literally back to its previous condition except for this little change,”
she told the plumber. Josh was still carrying his mummified father waiting
for further instructions.

The plumber was perplexed and bewildered. “I think this is a crime. You did
not tell me this from the beginning. I will have to report this to the
police,” the plumber said.

“Why are you so concerned. It’s just that we’re playing for a while, that’s
all. And moreover, I would give you 5,000 dollars for just a little job,”
explained Madame Adele.

“In that case, I think we should have a new bargain. I will take 10,000 for
this, but I promise I would restore your previous status of bathroom,” the
plumber said.

“No. No. 10,000 is just not worth the job you are going to make. Listen,
I’ll give you 25,000 dollars in cash right now if you fulfilled your
promise to me. Do we have a deal or not?” asked Madame Adele.

The man’s head was just spinning around at the figure he just heard. “Of
course we have a deal. You’ll get exactly what you want, Madame. You are
too generous. Nobody is appreciating the good work of plumbers these days,”
the man said.

Madame Adele was not going to pay him a thing anyway. Perhaps this is why
she was ultra-generous with the plumber.

In less than one hour everything was in place as wished by Madame Adele,
who checked at the work of art and perfection made by the plumber. She was
in the bathroom alone examining everything around. She looked at the
father’s face inside the toilet bowl and dropped a big spit down there and
then went out.

“It’s just exactly what I had in mind. Thank you for your efforts. You
really deserve what I’m going to give you,” Madame Adele told the plumber.
With a sudden movement of her right leg she kicked him in his stomach. The
man, taken off-guard, bent down but straightened up quickly with another
kick in his face, and then a third in his stomach, bringing him to bend
down again. She raised her formidable right leg high and landed her strong
sole on his scruff, sending him facedown. He was so dizzy, I believe, and
in terrible pain from the four kicks he received.

She re-positioned the man’s body with her foot to let him face the ceiling.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked. Madame Adele ignored his question
with an expression of disdain on her face. She rested her bare black strong
right foot on the man’s neck and began to press hard. He struggled for air
and tried to move her leg, but it was useless. She kept pressing and
pressing. The poor man’s face has turned red and then blue, and suddenly we
heard a crack and the man’s two hands that held her leg fell down on the
floor.

The crack we heard was just the unfortunate man’s larynx. Although both me
and Josh knew in advance about his fate, no one of us could have the balls
to warn him or do something about it. The man’s fate was sealed already
even before he entered Madame Adele’s house.

I and Josh were just awed by the simplicity with which she took the man’s
life. I was really scared that I was about to pee in my pants. It’s the
first time for me to watch a live murder in front of my eyes.

“He was just a pathetic worm. No one would miss him, I guess,” said Madame
Adele, who was still placing her right foot on the plumber’s dead neck.

She took away her right foot and began to walk away in the direction of her
throne, telling Josh to get a big blanket from the cupboard. “Come here,
Alex. Give my toes a good massage with your magical tongue. Oh, I need this
badly,” she ordered. I knelt before the throne in the blink of an eye. My
respect to, and perhaps scare from, Madame Adele was growing each minute,
but she was good to me and treated me nice.

I started tonguing in between the toes, which I knew she loved. “Suck
deeper boy. Try to take all my five toes at a time into your little mouth.
Come, Josh. Put the blanket beside the body and go dig a deep grave in the
backyard, where you’ll find the shovel and all this. Come on, move your
ass,” she said.

I opened my mouth at its full width to take her five toes at a time, in
which I succeeded. “Oh. Good toe servant. You are great,” she praised me.
She moved her toes to and fro inside my mouth. “I know I have to let you
go, Alex. I was planning to offer you lunch, but this wretch in my toilet
bowl destroyed those plans. You see, I am now saving my precious content
inside me for my new toilet bowl. He has to eat and drink or he’ll die,”
she told me, taking out her five toes to let me speak.

“It’s OK, Madame. I understand. But it’s now 9.30 p.m. and I am afraid my
mother would be worried about me. So I think I’ll have to go home,” I said.

Placing her left big toe inside my mouth and going to and fro in there,
Madame Adele instructed me to come wake her up at 10.00 a.m. of course by
licking her toes and toenails. She, too, gave me a copy of her villa door
key.

“I need to have my breakfast at 10.00 a.m. So you are to prepare my
breakfast for me. Mmmmm. Let me think. I would take cheese, a lot of hot
mashed potatoes, two big glasses of warm milk, 10 soft-boiled eggs, a lot
of toast, jam, two omelets, five pancakes, muffins and five cans of
Budweiser. You might think this is too much, but I have many mouths to feed
now, including you, Alex,” she said.

She was still placing her big toe inside my fitting mouth and she stopped
her to-and-fro activity telling me to play my tongue inside against her
toenail when Josh entered to report finishing the instructions he had from
Madame Adele. “Wrap this body in this blanket neatly and place it beside
the grave, and then return here to take me there,” she ordered, still
enjoying my tonguing services. Josh lifted the wrapped body and went out to
the backyard.

“Of course Alex, I need not tell you to hush-hush about what you have
witnessed today. I am so proud of you, so don’t let me down, kid,” she told
me, taking out her toe to let me speak.

“Don’t worry, Madame Adele. My lips are sealed. As a matter of fact, I saw
nothing. You just can trust me as you trust your slippers,” I assured her.
Josh entered and knelt before the throne waiting for orders. Madame Adele
stood up and mounted his bent back and snapped her fingers signaling him to
move. “Follow me, Alex. It would be fun for you to attend this burying
event,” she instructed me.

“Fun! What a hellish way to have fun,” I thought to myself, of course. I
followed her anyway. She signaled Josh to move faster, striking his sides
with both legs, he went faster and passed by the grave to continue until
Madame Adele signaled him to stop.

“You know, Josh. If you had stopped at the grave without my permission, I
would have crushed your neck and sent you in the same grave with this
filthy plumber. It’s really good you are just beginning to learn,” she
said, giving him a pat on the head.

She ordered him to get her feet on the ground. She dismounted and walked
towards the plumber’s body and dropped it inside the grave with her right
foot as she was disposing of garbage in the dustbin. She then instructed
Josh to cover the grave with dust, which he did quickly. “Now take me to
the bathroom to give your father-turned-toilet bowl his meal and then take
me up to my bedroom. I want to get a good night’s sleep after this busy
day. Alex, you may go now. I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow. Bye, honey,”
she said, mounting her pony Josh and went inside the villa.

I went home quickly. My house was just 10 minutes’ away. I entered my place
and found mom there. “Oh, Alex. Where were you, baby? I was just beginning
to get worried about you,” my mom addressed me.

“Never worry about me, mom. I was just introduced to some guys who are so
interesting to know. We conduct some interesting scientific experiments
that take most of our day’s time. So, if ever I am going to be late in the
future, don’t worry. I’ll phone you,” I said, thinking of a good excuse for
any possible late activities on the part of my demoniacal Mistresses.

I was planning to be at Madame Adele’s villa at 9.00 a.m. to have enough
time to prepare her incredible breakfast, so I set the alarm at 8.30 a.m.
and went into a deep sleep.

Nine o’clock a.m. the next day saw me turning the key into Madame Adele’s
place. I went directly into the kitchen and had everything ready by 9.50. I
double-checked again on the items of her breakfast. Madame Adele’s wrath
was the last thing I, or anyone else, should wish. After all she destroyed
a whole family: taking a man’s life in her python-like inescapable calves,
bringing his brother to serve as a human horse and just recently having
their father serving as a human toilet for life.

The breakfast was too much for one tray, so I had served on two. I took
them both and entered into Madame Adele’s bedroom. She was in deep slumber.
Josh was also sleeping facedown at the bedside so his back would serve as a
mat for Madame Adele’s feet when she decides to get off from her bed. I
laid down the two trays. It was 9.57 a.m. I knelt at the foot of the bed to
provide my tongue services to Madame Adele’s toes and toenails as
instructed.

My tongue traveled vehemently in between the toes of both feet until she
started to move in the bed. She opened her eyes to find me doing exactly as
she had ordered the previous night. “Hi, Alex. Is my breakfast ready,
dear?” she asked. “Of course, Madame. Everything is neatly prepared as you
have instructed me. Should I serve it now?”

“Yes, please. I wake up so hungry I could eat a camel,” she said, rising
from her pillow and resting her back at the top of the bed. She was wearing
hot blue bras and panties. She snapped her fingers to me to serve the
breakfast and I brought her the two trays, hoping I had not forgotten a
thing. She laid one tray beside her and started with the first one.

“Hey, Alex. Did you forget? Nestle your nose where it belongs, baby. Crawl
under the tray,” she ordered. I crept from under the tray in between her
wide-open thighs and nestled my nose to face her ass hole and just waited
for her farts. Madame Adele was so generous beyond belief about her farts.
She gave me a lot of them while munching her meal.

“Alex, you love my farts, baby? I think you are so proud when I give you
the opportunity to take my special fine scent, or do you think otherwise?”
she asked. I did not stop my fart-sniffing job until she ordered me to
stand up and answer her.

“Madame Adele. Your farts are the most honorable thing I receive from you.
Of course I find your farts a really fine scent that I wish I could
discover some way of making a special perfume for me made of your ultra-
precious odor from your ultra-precious bottom,” I answered.

“Oh. Alex! You are saying poetry about my farts. You are one good boy
servant who knows exactly how to please a fine lady like myself. Come,
baby. Continue with what you were doing,” she ordered. I crawled back to
her ass hole and began to sniff farts, which she was lavishly giving each
few minutes. I have mentioned before that I have already lost the sense of
smelling due to the unbelievable amount of farts that really impaired one
of my five senses at so early an age.

She took nearly 45 minutes to finish off the whole menu of her unbelievable
breakfast, and all the while she was giving a countless number of farts to
my nose dipped in that dark cave called ass. My nose was nearly inside her
panty-covered ass hole. When she finished, she signaled me to stop
sniffing. She ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed, which I did. “You
are a good devoted fart-sniffing machine. I have not smelt a thing of all
that I have given. I don’t know what I am going to do without you when you
return to Nelly. I guess I will have to train that shit lying here [meaning
Josh]. Now, go to the bathroom, Alex, and wait for me there. I am coming in
minutes.”

I stood to leave while she was getting ready to get off the bed. She sat at
the bedside and rested her legs on Josh’s mat-like back. She stomped her
feet on the poor fellow’s back to wake him up. She would never walk around
the house as long as there is a pony available. “Wake up, butthead! You got
yourself a very good night’s sleep. I haven’t got all day,” she said. Josh
rose to his feet in seconds and immediately went on his knees, lowering his
head so humbly at Madame Adele’s feet. “Take me to the bathroom. I haven’t
given anyone of you his meal yet. Come on, your daddy’s mouth is waiting
for my shit.”

He went on all fours to give Madame Adele a comfortable position to ride
him easily. Mounting, she signaled him to rise but still his back was bent.
She signaled to move and ordered his hands to function as stirrups for her
feet. She was resting her broad buttocks on the middle of his back and
catching at his hair with both hands.

She entered the bathroom and found me kneeling a meter away at the right
end of the toilet bowl. As soon as I ran to the bathroom, I sneaked a
glance at the inside of the bowl and saw the face of Josh’s father lying
there with expressions of bitter agony clear on his all-wounded face. No
wonder his face has reached such a wretched condition. Madame Adele’s
toenails were so strong. They were in fact daggers disguised as nails. I am
sure about this from my experience tonguing her toenails that I was so
cautious during licking rituals lest one of those sharp pointed knives
scratch or even cut my tongue.

“So. Everybody is waiting for their meals now? I’ve got classy food and
beverage for you here,” she said, patting her own stomach three times with
the palm of her right hand. Josh lowered himself down as ordered so that
she would dismount.

“Go kneel beside Alex, Josh. Your father has a priority today. It’s his
first acquaintance with my waste. Don’t worry, guys. I have plenty here. I
am not going to give daddy all that I have got inside me. I’ll make sure
nothing of my precious meal to daddy is going anywhere but his mouth. Of
course I will seek the help of that large funnel there,” she said.

I looked at the funnel. It was the biggest I have ever seen. It was white
stainless steel one with a wide tube whose end hole was a bit wider than
the open mouth of Josh’s father.

“See guys? I just bought this a few days ago to use on my own before I even
knew any of you. I am crazy about funnels. This one is stainless steel so
that shit would slide down smoothly. Your daddy is so fortunate, Josh. This
way he is going to guarantee nothing of his meal would be wasted away. His
life now depends on my feces and urine. After all he has to survive and
this is the only way for him now to do this. He doesn’t have much choices,
does he?”

She went in the bowl’s direction. “Hi, daddy. Look at your face. It’s
awful. You have cuts and bruises all over. Well, you need to have it washed
since you can not do it yourself.” She hemmed and released a big spit that
traveled all the way form her mouth to land on the man’s face. She then
flushed the toilet and water submerged his face, which was saturated in
flush-tank water. The water went down. The water level in the bowl was a
bit below his chin.

She then forced the wide tube into his open mouth and bended her knees to
position her ass one centimeter over the funnel. She made an immense
spluttering sound and started dispatching her brown cargo into the funnel
and then on into the old man’s mouth. “That’s enough a meal for you today,
toilet man. I have to share this fairly among the three of you. There are
others waiting for their meals, but I’ll give you something to drink,” she
said, looking down on his face. She adjusted her pee hole over the funnel
and sent a flood of golden nectar into it.

She took off the funnel and put it away. Heading towards Josh, she ordered
him to stretch both hands under her ass. She bent her knees and let down a
thick solid lump of shit that totally filled Josh’s hands. He was ordered
to eat it all and leave no trace in his palms. In two minutes, Josh
finished it off and swallowed his meal and started licking his palms and
fingers clean until they sparkled.

“Oh dear little Alex. I saved a very good meal for your tiny body. You are
still young, kid. You need a lot of nourishment. Lie on your back, sweetie,
and open your mouth wide,” she ordered me in the sweetest of tones.

She squatted over my face and told me to move my mouth directly under her
shit hole. I did as ordered and she began to send down all the content of
her bowels into my mouth. Her shit was so fat. She gave it to me in short
units to give me a chance to chew and enjoy it. In the mean time, she could
not control her pee and the yellow streams flowed over my eyes and even
entered into my nostrils. I chocked a bit but closed my lips, being so
careful to avoid getting a particle of shit out of my mouth, which could
annoy Madame Adele.

“Oh. That was so comfortable. I have three mouths ready any time to help me
get rid of all the waste inside me. Sorry Alex, but I have no more water in
my bladder to give you your favorite beverage, but it’s OK. Get up and get
me two big bottles of water from the fridge. I wouldn’t deny you a thing
you crave for, especially after all your services to me,” she commanded me.
I ran and returned to the bathroom with a couple of bottles of water in
both hands and gave them to Madame Adele, who was sitting on the back Josh
positioning himself on all fours to serve as a small sofa for her.

I knelt before her feet while she gulped the two bottles into her bladder
and then ordered me to rest my hands on the floor behind my back and look
up at the ceiling. It was easy for me, knowing about this position before
during the party at Mistress Nelly’s.

She inserted her piss hole into my mouth. “My bladder is so full again for
you, Alex. Swallow quickly dear. You have no time to taste my delicious
nectar, I tell you,” she said. It was really a flood that I kept swallowing
for four minutes until the yellow warm liquid reduced to little drops.

She got off my face and stood in the middle of the bathroom putting on her
blue panties. “Since you all got your meals, I think you should show
heartfelt gratitude for your lady-in-command here. Come kneel before my
standing stature and kiss my feet,” she commanded firmly.

I and Josh hurried to her and knelt before her feet. Josh bent to kiss her
left foot while I kissed her right. She signaled us to stop and moved to
the toilet bowl. “Hey daddy, since you are unable to express your
appreciation, I will help you express it,” she said, placing her right foot
into the bowl over daddy’s mouth and he obediently kissed her soles a
hundred times. She took her foot away and signaled Josh to bend down for
her to ride. “Take me up to my room. Follow me, Alex,” she ordered.

She lied on the bed with both of us servants licking the toes of each of
her feet. She seemed to be so comfortable and enjoying herself. “Alex,
since you are the feet expert here [Josh of course the pony expert. I think
Madame Adele preferred specialization!], what do you think about changing
my toenail polish. I got bored of red.,” she said. I told her that I would
paint her white and she seemed to like it. “Go get the nail polish remover
and white nail polish and make a good job of it, boy,” she ordered. “Josh,
in the meantime you may fill in for Alex on his fart-sniffing duties. Creep
in there and insert your nose into my ass hole,” she told Josh, taking off
her panties.

Josh and I did as we were told: he dipping his nostrils into Madame Adele’s
ass hole to rid her of the awful smell she is lavishly sending into his
lungs and I removing the red nail polish from her knife-like toenails to
paint her white and placing pieces of cotton between each two toes to avoid
any errors on my part.

In 15 minutes, the white polish was shining on her toenails, perfectly
going along with her dark skin. I blew air at the nail polish to make it
dry there quickly so that I could resume the toe-licking services. She
praised my “devoted” work and spread and wriggled her toes in front of my
face, so happy with her toes’ new look.

Josh was so preoccupied with his new task. Apparently, Madame Adele was
starting to train him to undertake other tasks so that when I return to
Mistress Nelly he would provide her the services she wishes. Her farts were
loud and probably she took off her panties to give a better chance to Josh
to dip his sniffing device deeper into the shit hole and so she would make
sure all the farts go directly into his lungs and would not go anywhere
else.

“Enough! You two massage my calves. Josh, take the left one, and you Alex,
the right. Just focus on the calves,” she ordered. We started working. I
felt her strong right calf.

“How ironical! One man was killed by those calves and his brother is just
massaging them and is eager to please me. Express how you admire my calves,
Josh. Say something good about them just like sweet little Alex said some
about my farts,” Madame Adele ordered Josh.

Obviously she has been so cruel with Josh. May be she wanted to break and
tame him and perhaps she thought the only way to tame this huge muscled man
is to go so tough with him to take away any thoughts of rebellion from his
mind. The man, however, seemed to me so tamed and broken. He completely
showed no will to defend his own father, and he even helped her captivating
him like a fly falling into a deadly spider’s cobweb. Josh seemed to have
surrendered to his fate. He can’t escape with the cast-iron shackles around
his ankles and besides he was afraid that any failure in some planned
escape could result in his death as Madame Adele pledged earlier to him.

“Madame Adele. Your pair of calves are the strongest I have ever seen that
I believe my brother was most honored to breathe his last between them. In
his grave he must now be grateful to your sweet calves that sent him to his
final rest. I, of course, would be most honored to get such a happy death,
but for the urge inside me to stay alive so that I may serve you well and
please you, my Queen,” Josh said with true sentimental feelings that left
no place for doubt about his intentions.

“Oh. I now have a pair of good poets heaping praise on my farts and calves.
What a delightful life I am leading!” she said.

The phone beside her rang and she answered. “Oh. Hi, Olga. How are you
doing?…no…doing nothing important to tell you the truth….what???? Are you
serious???? This just can’t be…You know the address, right?…they killed
him, are you sure?? OK. I’ll talk to you later, Olga. Bye.”

She hung up the phone. She seemed a bit nervous. We have not stopped
massaging her round fleshy calves, though. “Some gang has killed my
sister’s husband in retaliation for your worthless brother I finished off
in wrestling. You seem to be causing me a lot of problems. I’ll beat the
living daylights out of you, scumbag,” she addressed Josh, ordering me to
stop massaging her calf and step aside in the room.

She rose to her feet. Josh was still on the bed. With a sudden kick in the
face from her left leg, he was screaming in terrible pain and was forced to
lie on his back on the ground. She kept trampling his face under her right
foot and when she got tired, she used her left and so on. I thought Josh’s
skull was going to explode under the pressure when she climbed his face
with both feet and marched in her place there for 10 minutes, leaning her
right hand on the wall for balance.

She got off his mashed face and sat on a chair and then ordered him to
crawl and rise on his knees in front of her. He did as told and she started
slapping his face with her right foot like a machine. During the process,
she, from time to time, swung her pointed toes and aimed at his cheeks as
if she was using a knife to wound his face. Josh’s identity of face became
known to me no more. I hardly knew now the Josh I used to know. His face
was all bleeding.

“Tell me about this gang or I’ll send you to your brother,” she asked and
stopped hitting him to give him a chance to speak.

“I-it m- m- must be my cousin. He was so involved with some gang and used
to be so close to my deceased brother. But I swear I have nothing to do
with this. I even dislike the man,” Josh answered immediately. He was
panting from the severe punishment.

“What’s his name and where can I find this fuckhead?” she answered.

“He is known as Robert the Shredder. He lives in a big four-storey mansion
in the north. He has a lot of strong men there. I can lead you to him if
you like. Please, Madame, have mercy on me. I am your faithful servant and
I will spend my whole lifetime like this,” poor Josh said from his kneeling
position in front of the black beast sitting there.

“OK. Of course he has many men there. I am going to revenge and take my
wrath on all of them. I will take all of their lives. Prepare to travel
with me now in my Dodge. We’re going up north for vendetta. I am going to
occupy this mansion and kill all people there. The death of the husband of
my dear sister will cost so much,” said Madame Adele. She seemed so angry.

“Alex. I need you with me on this trip. My toes and feet need a lot of
shaping up and massaging all over to prepare them for the kill. Phone your
mom from here and tell her you are spending the night with some friends and
would return tomorrow night,” she commanded. I would not refuse come hell
or high water. I was so scared, but I phoned mom and told her I am going to
be late and she said it was OK.

Madame Adele put on a black T-shirt, a tight stretch violet shorts with no
underwear and a pair of white flip-flops. “Madame, do you think you should
go there all by yourself? Of course it is up to you, but I just have my
concerns about you,” I told Madame Adele.

“Oh, Alex. Don’t worry, kid. I’ll kill ‘em all, I promise you,” she said.
Josh was wearing a yellow T-shirt and white shorts and a pair of sneakers.
She signaled Josh to come carry her to her Dodge. “Follow me Alex. Oh,
Alex, do you know how to drive? You see, you and Josh would exchange
driving on the highway while either of you will stay at my legs while I am
sitting at the passenger’s seat for massage. I need my muscles in shape to
crush the brains of those bastards,” she said, mounting Josh’s back,
resting her soles on his open palms and ordering him to move on. I followed
of course.

Madame dismounted, sat at the passenger’s seat of her roomy Dodge truck and
order me to stay down at her feet and Josh to drive.

The three of us were inside the powerful vehicle going about the city to
reach the highway and then on to a northward trip that would take about
three hours. I was sitting in a squatting position and she placed her feet
on my two legs. “Start massaging my calves, Alex,” she ordered and took a
cigarette nervously and lit it. I have not seen her smoking before. Perhaps
she was so angry and considering some plans of death and destruction in her
own mind. I was really scared and tried to avoid being an extra burden on
her wracked nerves, so I just concentrated on the immense pain of calves in
front of me.

While I was massaging Madame Adele’s death-delivering weapons she calls
calves, I reflected for a while on how I got into all this in the first
place. I felt so humiliated. I had a life and it was a good one. My mother
was caring for me. I used to go to the club from time to time and play
football and swim with my friends.

Now I am a servant for some merciless ladies, preparing their breakfasts
[remembering how I used to be served breakfast by mom], inhaling their
farts, which impaired my sense of smelling, sucking their toes, eating
their shit, drinking their urine, forced to show gratitude for this, and
witnessing a murder of a harmless plumber whose larynx was crushed under
the foot of Madame Adele, and it all began with just an innocent crush on a
sexy lady’s legs. I just wondered what else I am going to witness and see.

I woke up from my reveries with orders from Madame Adele to take off her
flip-flops to make her feel more comfortable. I continued with the calves.

The car was air-conditioned. Madame Adele felt so lazy to stretch her arm
to use the ash-tray. “Keep your mouth open and point it upward, Alex. I
need to drop ashes from my cigarette,” she ordered and I obeyed. I kept my
mouth open for the ashes from her cigarette. When she finished her
cigarette, she ordered Josh to stick out his tongue to snuff out the
cigarette butt. He did as ordered without a second’s hesitation. He was in
agony, I bet. He then swallowed it. “May be he does not want to be a burden
on her nerves, too,” I thought to myself.

Two hours have passed when Madame Adele ordered Josh to stop at a
McDonald’s on the highway. “Gosh! I am so hungry. You are going to get
McDonald’s both of you today. Go get me five Big Macs, two big French fries
and three big Cole Slaws,” she told me and gave me 30 bucks. May be she
avoided telling Josh to go because he could not enter the shop with his
shackled legs. While I was walking towards McDonald’s, I thought why she
did not ask me or Josh about what we should eat. May be she decided for us
that we would like Big Macs. Perhaps she wanted three for herself, one for
me and another for Josh.

I ran back to the car to avoid keeping her waiting. She opened the door,
received the package and ordered me back where I was.

Night was almost descending. We were parking in clear spot away from any
eyes. No one would notice me in my position at Madame Adele’s feet. Passers-
by would see a man in the driver’s seat and a woman beside him and they
could think they were lovers, but no one would have the slightest idea of
what was happening here or the nature of relationship between Madame Adele
and Josh.

Josh and I sat silently in our places while Madame Adele kept eating a Big
Mac after the other with no intention of giving us any. “Could she shit in
our mouths here? But how?” I asked myself.

She finished the meal. Actually, in my past life I used to live, I could
not breathe after eating one Big Mac, and she is here finishing off five,
in addition to a huge amount of Cole Slaw and fries. This lady is abnormal.
There is something mighty about her.

She signaled Josh to drive on. We moved back to the highway and Josh was
going at a high speed when instructed by Madame Adele not to exceed 100.

She signaled me to come closer to rid her of the excessive gas in her
intestines. “Damn! This Cole Slaw gives me a lot of gas here, but what can
I do? I like it so much. Anyway, since I have somebody to help me with the
gas problem, then I guess I’ll have no problem.” I moved closer to her ass
hole and routinely dipped my nose in there and she started giving me a
countless number of farts that sounded like someone giving the Bronx cheer.
The odor was horrible though my smelling was damaged, but I inhaled all of
them until she said “enough!”

“Of course you are wondering about the Big Macs I promised you and thinking
I can not give you your meals here the way I used to give you in my house,
but don’t worry, my dear servants, I had bought two big stainless steel
funnels and I placed one here in the car for any emergencies like this,”
she said, ordering me to open the big glove compartment behind my back and
get her the funnel. She took off her tight stretch shorts in the meantime.

She took the funnel and placed its wide top under her ass and moved inches
forward to install its end into my mouth. “Dear servants, I would never
forget on this trip to feed you well. Did you think I am that reckless
inconsiderate person?”

Shit flowed like hell from that funnel. I gulped huge lumps of these brown
devils. She was pushing shit hard with ooohs and aaaahs. Suddenly she
stopped and ordered Josh to stop driving and park at the side of the road.
“Don’t you want your meal, Joshy boy. I know you are hungry. Come here in
Alex’s place. Alex, sit at the wheel and drive on. Come on the two of you,
quickly. I don’t have all day. I’ve got several people to kill,” she
ordered.

In a moment, Josh and I switched places. He sat at the feet of our owner,
who was still resting her buttocks at the top of the funnel. She ordered
Josh to insert the funnel’s end deep into his mouth. As soon as he did, I
heard those Bronx cheers again, but this time it was not my mouth receiving
the content of her bowels. It was Josh’s. She kept pushing lumps of shit
and ooohed and aaaahed again as if she was giving birth. In fact, the size
of her shit was nearly the size of newly-born babies, or that was what I
thought.

She emptied all that she has eaten into our digestive systems, and she
finally felt comfortable. Madame Adele then ordered me to stop and switch
places again with Josh. I sat back at her legs and Josh went on with the
driving, still chewing Madame’s shit as if it were candy.

Madame Adele did not move the funnel away. She grabbed my hair and placed
the end again into my mouth. “Time for refreshments, babies. My bladder
will explode. I promise I’ll piss like a horse into your mouth, Alex dear,”
she said, sending pee in a gush as if a water pipe was broken. I swallowed
and swallowed and no way a drop was going outside my mouth. The end of the
funnel was already hitting my palate.

She stopped and moved the funnel away. “Now the funnel is clean from
inside. Put it back in the compartment, Alex. You will find a large one-
liter glass, hand it to me,” she commanded. She took it and placed it under
her pee hole and nearly filled it and handed it to Josh. “Your
refreshments, Josh. Drink it in one go. It’s still warm,” she addressed
him. He took the pee-filled glass and took it in one big gulp with eyes
still on the road. “Ah-ah-ah-ahh. There are still few drops, Joshy. I want
to place it dry in the compartment,” she told him.

He took the glass again and swallowed it all until there were no drops
coming from the upside down glass hanging over his open mouth. She took the
glass and told me to place it back in the compartment, which I did.

She ordered me to massage her calves again and snap her toes gently.

“We’re almost reaching the mansion, Madame. There is a guard sitting inside
a sentry box directly at the gate from within,” Josh said.

“OK. Listen. Here is the plan. You Josh will hide in the trunk. Alex, you
go at the gate and shout for help for your sick mother. I will be lying at
the backseat and when that moron in the sentry box comes with you and looks
at me I will catch his neck in between my calves and break it in a second.
You Josh take the body and hide it away outside the gate and return to me
quickly to get me in, which is all I need. Don’t make any mistakes or I’ll
kill both of you,” she explained her plan so simply. She even supposed that
a man in the sentry box, whom she doesn’t know, is going to be a dead body.

I was driving slowly while Josh hid inside the trunk. I was ordered to stop
about five meters away from the mansion walls. I then ran at the gate
feigning concern and shouted “help! Help!”

A man hurried from a small box he was inside. “What’s wrong, son? What
happened?” he asked. I told him my mother was so sick inside the car and I
didn’t know what to do. “Is there any hospital nearby?” I asked with
genuine expressions of anxiety on my face that left the man in no ounce of
suspicion.

“Where is your mom, boy? Is she a beauty anyway? We suffer lack of the
fairer sex here? She’d better be a good woman or I’ll break your neck,” the
guard threatened, starting to walk with me to the car.

“Wait and you’ll see whose neck is going to be broken anyway,” I thought to
myself.

“Where is she?” “Lying at the backseat,” I shouted.

He stood there and watched Madame Adele opening her thighs wide. “Ooooh! I
love black women’s legs so much,” the guard said, inserting his head
inside.

“And black women’s legs adore your stupid neck, honey,” Madame Adele got
his neck exactly in between the calves and I stood there watching. She
pressed hard and the man began to shout when she stuffed some greasy piece
of cloth inside his mouth, and his cries were just muffled. He struggled
but it was useless. Suddenly I heard a crack and the man fell forward on
her body, only to be shoved by her legs outside as if he were some garbage.

“Go, Alex. Open the trunk and get me Josh,” she commanded. I brought Josh
out from the trunk and he went directly to Madame Adele, who ordered him to
hid the body away and return here in a minute.

Josh carried the body and went out of sight and then came back running and
bent at all fours to let Madame Adele ride him. She rode him and he was
signaled to rise and move.

Even during those critical moments, Josh would never dare do something on
his own without commands, I thought.

“Alex, bring my flip-flops and carry them in your hands, and keep licking
them,” she commanded.

He transported her into the mansion’s open gate. I followed. We proceeded
towards the open door of the building. “Whenever someone appears, Josh, put
my feet on the ground automatically. Don’t wait for my signal. This is
emergency. The two of you will step behind me and just watch. Don’t
interfere. This is my revenge,” she instructed. Of course I had no plans to
interfere, but it was good she has asserted it.

She rode Josh into a spacious hall the size of a tennis court. Four men
clad in karate attire emerged from two directions in front of us. They
looked Japanese. Josh bent down and Madame Adele dismounted and walked
slowly in their direction. Josh and I stepped back.

The first man shouted those Kung Fu cries and ran towards Madame Adele for
the attack. He flew in the air to aim a kick in her face, but he was really
underestimating her. Before he could reach her, she side-kicked him in
between his open legs in the balls. The kick was so strong, aided by the
man’s fast bolt forward. He fell on his back in terrible pain. His face was
red. Blood flowed from his nose and he then lied there motionless.
Obviously the man’s balls were strongly crushed.

Another one proceeded but was more cautious. It seems they started to take
her very serious. He aimed a punch at her face but she held his hand and
kicked him with her right foot in his tummy. He bent only to find another
right kick in the face that straightened him up. She freed his hand and
rested her both hands on the floor and swept his legs off the ground. The
man fell violently on his back. She stood up and marched towards his still-
surviving pain-afflicted corpse. She lifted her right leg high and landed
her heel so strongly on his chest. We heard a crack and then the man lied
still.

Her heel kick, which I could swear it was tantamount to some concrete block
in strength, seems to have smashed the man’s left part of rib cage and
probably one of those broken bones has pierced his heart.

The other two began to grow very concerned. One of them bent his body and
wanted to aim his head into her stomach. She jumped in the air opening her
legs wide and while she was up she turned around the opposite direction and
by the time she was landing on the ground the man’s head was in between her
thighs, which locked his neck so tightly. She held his body with her hands
and fixed it in place and then swung both her thighs in the extreme left
direction. A crack was heard, she opened her legs to release him and the
karate man fell facedown motionless.

The fourth moved quickly in her direction and aimed a punch in her face.
His hand was caught. She took it and turned her back on the man, fracturing
his arm over her shoulder with a quick movement. The man was in pain,
stepping back. He attacked with his left but she just did the same thing.
He couldn’t move any of his arms. He was stepping back in fear. She marched
slowly towards him as if she were the Grim Reaper bound to take his soul.
She kicked him in the stomach and then hit him on his bent back. He fell
facedown with arms nearly paralyzed. Stirring his body, she placed her
right sole on his open mouth and then sealed off his nose between two toes,
blocking any air supply to his lungs. She stayed so for one minute, during
which the man’s face turned so pale and died in peace.

Four bodies were around us in less than 10 minutes. This woman is sure a
gifted life-taker. She signaled Josh to come. He hurried and she jumped
over his back as if she was a professional equestrienne and ordered him to
move up the stairs and me to follow.

We were now on the first storey. It was a long corridor with several rooms.
Madame Adele took a moment to look around. There was no one. Three tough
men showed themselves out of the blue from one room. Josh let her down and
stepped back and so did I.

One of them attacked with a baseball bat. She caught the bat with her left
hand and gave him a right-hand punch directly in the face and then swung
the bat both of them were holding to hit his head with. The man lied on the
floor, his face bleeding profusely. He stood up to attack again but Madame
Adele kicked him strongly in the balls. He went down on his knees with the
bat still in his right hand. She gave a horrible shout and produced a
roundhouse kick with her right sole
on the man’s right cheek. We heard another crack and the man lied still.
His neck was broken by the violent thrust leftward.

Usually, after the cracks everything becomes so dreadfully quiet. It is the
tranquility of death, which she enjoyed delivering easily as if she were
filing her nails.

The other two attacked together from two directions. May be they thought
one man is not enough to do her. One of them rushed and held her both hands
in his behind her back. She seemed to have given her hands to him
voluntarily. The man in the front rushed to punch her in the stomach but
she kicked him first in his stomach and then in the face when he bent down.

She made a few steps backwards and the man behind her hit the wall with his
back. He was still holding her arms. The man in the front rose to his feet
and took another jolt at her, only to be stopped by a kick in the balls,
falling to his knees in front of her. Leaning back on the man and the wall
behind her, she jumped her left foot on the front man’s right shoulder. Her
right leg was free in the air now. She placed her right sole on the man’s
right cheek and then produced another violent thrust and broke the man’s
neck in a second.

The man in the back watched the carnage his temporary captive made from her
same angle. He was so scared. Madame Adele stomped her heel on his foot. He
was in pain. She then elbowed him in the face and stomach several times. He
had to free her hands, but she did not move an inch. She kept kicking and
stomping until the man behind collapsed and crumpled to pieces. She let his
body slide down behind her until she caught his downward sliding face in
between her broad ass cheeks. She pressed hard and the man’s cries were
muffled. He struggled for air and tried to remove Madame Adele away with
his hands, but was not able to save himself. His cries fainted gradually
and he lied still. She moved an inch forward, still opening her legs wide
and the man fell facedown.

“You are really pathetic creatures! They call themselves men!” she derided,
“death is here to stay you punch of faggots. I’ll kill all of you here.”
She ran all along the corridor, opening all doors in search of more victims
as if she were a lioness feverishly pouncing in quest of a prey. She found
no one. She snapped her fingers to Josh, who rushed to her immediately and
she jumped on his back and ordered him to move to the next floor and me to
follow.

We climbed up the stairs to the second floor and stepped back when a group
of seven ninjas emerged from two rooms in the long corridor. We stepped
back to let Madame Adele practice her favorite hobby of life-taking. In 20
minutes, five corpses were trashing the long corridor. The sixth ninja
advanced towards Madame Adele in acrobatic moves. She stood still and when
he entered the airspace of her lethal legs she kicked him in the chest and
then gave him a roundhouse in the side of his face. She ran towards his
body lying on the ground and started stomping her right heel on his
forehead for about five minutes non-stop until his skull cracked from the
relentless heel trampling that turned him into yet another peaceful corpse.

The seventh ninja was standing in amazement. When she ran towards him, he
knelt pleading for his life. She stopped in front of him and gave him a
wicked smile that interpreted no mercy. She rested her right foot on his
face and shoved him backward on the ground. She walked over his body slowly
and he was shouting in pain from the pressure. She reached his shoulder and
placed her open legs on the ground with the ninja’s head between them.

“You are a disgrace to ninjas! All your colleagues fought bravely and sent
by me to their hereafter in honor,” she addressed the lying fear-stricken
ninja and started to lower her buttocks slowly and sat on his face. The man
struggled and muffled for two minutes, during which she was rubbing her
fingernails with her hands nonchalantly as if she was doing a normal thing.

The man stopped struggling and in no time left our world to join his ninja
mates in their graves.

She did not move her buttocks from the man’s face. She stayed there for
several minutes and then signaled Josh to come. We then moved to the third
floor, where there were two bodybuilders awaiting. We again stepped back
and stood there watching.

“You’ll really wish you hadn’t come up here,” one man told Madame Adele,
who was so indifferent. She assumed the combat position and one of the men
approached her with a punch at her face but in a second he stepped back
with a broken arm and cried in pain. “You, bitch! I’ll smash your fucking
neck!” the man shouted angrily. He gave it another attempt but this time
his right hand was at his side unable to move it. He was so stupid as to
approach this femme fatale without knowing in advance what he would do with
her. He proceeded with totally exposed body and he received a kick in the
groin. Bending down from the fierce kick in his family jewels, he found his
head locked in massively strong thighs in a reverse headscissor position.
He could see Madame Adele’s bulging black calves.

Madame Adele elbowed him several times on his exposed back forcing his body
to slide down from her thighs. She released her lock a bit so that his head
may smoothly slide down to the area she prefers: her calves. The man’s head
was trapped in between those pair of anacondas. All that Madame Adele had
to do was press, and she did it so hard that the huge man was screaming in
pain like a kid. Like his deceased predecessors, he struggled but it was
all over. His fate was already sealed by her calves. He choked for a couple
of minutes and then surrendered to his destiny and died instantly.

She released his head, which fell facedown on the ground. Resting her right
sole over the back of the dead man’s head, she, addressing the other awe-
stricken man, said “you’ll end up like this moron: a corpse under my feet.”

He ran in her direction but was forced to stop by a heel kick directly into
the face. He cringed back with a bleeding nose. He wiped it off and made a
second attempt but found himself flying in the air when Madame Adele swept
his feet off the ground and ended on his back on the floor. She made an
acrobatic somersault in his direction and both her feet landed on the man’s
abdomen. He raised his head up in pain but only to find Madame Adele’s knee
bent in the direction of his rising face, forcing him to lie on his back
again.

She moved away from him and waited for his next move in case he makes any.
The man did not get up. “Is that all you got. You don’t want to get up,
huh? This means your end is near,” she addressed the pain-inflicted lump of
muscles lying on the ground. He was really helpless to make any attempt to
rise.

She proceeded slowly and kicked him in the stomach again. She then went to
his head and crushed his face under her right sole with successive kicks.
She moved her foot up and down the poor fellow’s face. He seemed so
helpless. “OK. It’s over now. I haven’t got all day for a worthless shit
like you. Kiss your life goodbye, sweetie,” she shouted at him.

She placed her right foot on his stomach and then her left on his neck and
kept pressing. The man choked and died from the concrete-like sole pressure
on his neck.

“Take me to the last floor, Josh. It all seems like a picnic here. So far I
haven’t found a match enough for me, but I am enjoying myself anyway.”

We were about to go up to the last floor, where Robert the Shredder was
expected, when another huge man appeared and knelt before Madame Adele
before she mounted Josh. He was crying like a child and bowed his head from
his kneeling position to deluge Madame Adele’s feet with kisses, asking her
to spare him.

“P-p-p- please my Lady. S- s- spare me and I promise I’ll do anything you
ask me to. I’ll be your servant for life, but please don’t k- k- kill me,”
the man said. His cries for survival really touched my heart.

“I have seen you from a hole in the door slaughtering my two fellow
bodybuilders so easily. I thought of keeping myself in my hiding place but
I was so scared if I could be found you would put an end to my life. I
hesitated but finally I decided to capitulate and surrender myself to you
as an honest servant of yours in return for sparing my life,” the man said
with a tone of honesty in his voice.

“What’s your name, big man?” Madame Adele asked. “Frank, Madame,” he
replied.

“Listen, Frank. I really appreciate your surrender to me, but you see I
already have servants attending me. Besides, I pledged to myself to kill
all people here in this building in revenge for my sister’s husband who was
killed by your boss, whom I am going to capture in minutes from now. So, I
don’t think I will be in need for your services, Frank,” she said.

The man was so frustrated that tears flowed endlessly from his eyes like a
girl in front of Madame Adele. He kept begging, though. “P-p-please Madame,
spare me. Please don’t kill me. I swear I am faithful and will always be if
you granted me the honor of being a servant of yours. I only worked for
Robert for the need of money to send to my ill mother,” the man said.

“OK. OK, Frank. I’ll spare your life and trust you, but if you ever
betrayed this trust or disobeyed any command on my part to you, I will have
no mercy on you. Now tell me information about the last floor up there,”
she said.

The man thanked Madame Adele for her generosity and kissed her feet for two
minutes, when she stopped him. “From now on you would never do anything
unless ordered to. Don’t you ever dare kiss my feet or do anything that you
think would please me without commands on my part. Do you understand?”
Madame Adele addressed him.

“Yes, Madame. I’m sorry. I am all yours to give me instructions. Well, the
last floor has only one guard. He is a huge three-meter Chinese monster
with muscles like steel. He doesn’t talk. He is a live killing machine, and
I am sure it was this man who killed your sister’s husband. But you must be
cautious. This man is dangerous and you would discover that no punches or
kicks have much effect on his grotesque body. He stands at the door of a
room where a young frail secretary is sitting at a desk. That room leads to
another one where Robert the Shredder is there. It is a big room with
everything a man needs. He seldom gets out of it,” the man said.

“OK, Frank. I don’t need you for the moment. Go inside this room and wait
for me there till you receive further orders,” she commanded the man, who
went as told.

Madame Adele rode Josh, who was still bending his body for her. “Madame, I
want to tell you that I know the secretary, but I don’t know how we should
use this. You just say it and I’ll do it,” Josh told Madame Adele.

“After I’ll do this yeti, I’ll see how to make good use of this
acquaintance. I am now planning to capture this giant for my personal use.
I like this size. I’ll then capture your shitty cousin for everlasting
torture, but I don’t need the secretary. He’s a dead man,” Madame Adele
said as she mounted Josh and signaled him to move. We climbed one staircase
and she instructed us to stay where we are. She got off Josh’s back and
climbed the final staircase by herself.

She found the Gulliver-like monster sitting at a steel chair at a door. He
growled like a dog as soon as he saw her and stood and walked slowly in her
direction. He moved awkwardly. His steps were heavy. He was more like an
animal than a human being.

Madame Adele smiled cynically at him. He began to attack with a strong
punch from his hand. Madame Adele easily ducked it and then kicked him with
her heel strongly in his back. He seemed really unaffected by the kick,
which could have finished me off if I was in his place, but thank God I was
not.

He turned around and rushed towards her again with a growl. She lied on her
back quickly on the ground and took his tummy on her two soles and pushed
him backward and sent him flying in the air to land on his back forcefully.
The man finally gave an “aaah”. She stood up and waited for his next move,
but he did not stand up so she thought she could take advantage of this.
She ran towards his lying body and flew in the air with open legs and
landed on his face powerfully with her buttocks while he was just raising
his head to stand up.

The man’s head hit the floor strongly from the back. She stood up quickly
and stepped back. He looked a bit dizzy. It was clear to me that Madame
Adele was concentrating on his head to cause him to lose balance and then
she would have an easier job to do.

He rose to his feet and started moving toward her. She ran in his direction
and flew high with open legs and got his face under her broad buttocks with
her legs dangling behind his back and started pushing him down. The man
could not keep up with the weight and he lost balance and fell backward on
the ground. Madame Adele was still mounting his face and his head hit the
ground again from the back with Madame Adele sitting on his face.

As soon as his head hit the ground under her buttocks, she stood up in her
place and jumped with her ass again flying and landing powerfully back on
his face. She did not waste much time. She rose to her feet and did it
again but this time jumped in the air with both heels landing on his face.
She stepped back again to see the effects of her assault.

The man could not move. He gave high-pitched cries of pain, and a smiling
Madame Adele was so happy about the results. She ran and jumped again
aiming her ass to land once more on his crushed face. He was helpless.

I was really flabbergasted by her assaults on the largest creature I have
ever seen in my life.

She stood both feet on the man’s face and marched so violently that I
thought his facial skin must be tearing apart. He caught her left leg with
both hands but her right was free. She rose it in the air exactly above his
face, pointed her toenails and dipped her big toenail speedily into the
man’s left eye. She rose her right leg again and used her hand to pluck the
man’s eyeball from her big toenail and threw it off.

The man of course released her left leg and screamed in agony. She walked
back. The man was crying in pain and holding his bleeding hollow after his
eye was gone. Madame Adele gave him her back and marched towards the
eyeball on the ground and crushed it between her big and second toes of her
left leg.

The man stood but fell facedown on the ground as he was too dizzy to keep
his balance. Madame Adele wasted no time. She mounted his back with her
right foot on his head from the back pinning his face in place and ordered
me to go to Frank and get ropes. I hurried to Frank, who showed a great
deal of cooperation. I returned with the ropes and handed them to Madame
Adele. She tied the monster’s two hands from the back and then moved to his
legs and tied them so tight.

She then signaled us to climb up the staircase. Josh was told to enter to
the secretary and ask him to meet Robert and tell the latter that he killed
me and brought my body here. “I just want him out of the room. After you
enter Robert’s room I will enter behind you to the secretary’s room and
finish him off. Is it clear?” she asked, signaling Josh to move.

We waited for five minutes and then Madame Adele entered the secretary’s
room, telling me beforehand to watch if that animal made a move I’ll go
there and tell her. The man lied still in front of me. Blood was all over
his face. She plucked away his eyeball in a second as if she was using a
fork to pick a piece of hamburger. May be she thought she would need him
with just one eye. The door opened and Madame Adele came out holding the
slim bespectacled secretary from his hair and marching him in front of her.

She pushed him on the ground. He fell facedown. She moved towards him and
tied his hands behind his back and then stirred him with her right foot to
let him face her. She took off her shorts, kicked him in his stomach to
make him open his mouth so she could stuff her shorts in there. She did all
this in a minute. She then placed her toes on the secretary’s face and
closed his nostrils between two toes. The man could not stand it. His face
turned red, pale and he just died, a scene I had witnessed before.

Suddenly, the door opened and a man went out with Josh behind him. “So, you
are Robert the Shredder! You don’t seem like a shredder to me, fuckhead!
I’ll shred your damn face to pieces with my toenails,” said Madame Adele.

Robert was a handsome young man in his early 30s. He was the leader of this
gang which Madame Adele has just devastated. He was surprised to see her
alive. He looked at Josh behind him as if he wanted to spit in his face. He
tried to push Josh away and go inside, but Josh has just blocked his way.

“Did you think I could take your side against my own Lady? You are my
cousin, but she is my benefactor. She spared my life and turned all my bad
ideas upside down. She turned me from a detestable assassin into a loving
caring servant. I owe her a lot,” Josh told his amazed cousin.

“You see, gangster! I have destroyed your whole gang. You thought as long
as you have that animal tied below my foot at your door, no one could touch
you. You were dead wrong, mister. I beat the shit out of him and gouged out
one of his eyeballs and crushed it between my toes. He is now lying
helpless and I am going to tear his flesh apart with torture until he is
convinced of my superiority over him, but after I tear your facial skin
under my toes here. Alex, go get Frank here,” she ordered.

I went and returned with Frank in three seconds. Frank climbed up the
stairs in a hurry and knelt before Madame Adele’s feet and kissed them.
“Good boy, Frank. Frank is one of my faithful servants like Josh and Alex
and soon this shit I am resting my foot on. Frank, can you get me a whip? I
need it so badly for the beast under my foot here. Don’t come back and tell
me there are no whips around here,” she commanded.

Frank returned in five minutes with a cat-o’-nine-tails in his hand, knelt
before Madame Adele and handed it to her. “Alex, get me a chair from inside
the room,” she ordered me. I returned with a chair. She marched towards the
Shredder and kneed him in the groin. He went down on his knees in front of
her. She slapped him hard and shoved his face with her left foot, sending
him back on the ground. She took the chair and placed it over Robert and
sat down. She rested her feet on his both shoulders and started trampling
his face. She rubbed her heels violently on his eyes and cheeks.

His screams were so loud. The louder he screamed, the severer torment he
received. “Your screams would only prolong your suffering. Scream again. I
like it,” she addressed the man trapped under the matchless power of her
feet.

All the deaths I witnessed were caused by the lower part of her body: her
thighs, calves and feet.

“How dare you killed my dear sister’s husband? I’ll just crush you here.
All of this because I did a man in the ring? Now you are going to say hello
to him in his fucking grave,” she hissed, still trampling and hitting his
face hard. He suppressed his screams but his face was so red.

Madame Adele started using her toenails. She left a long deep scar on his
left cheek. She was trying to draw shapes with her toenails on his face. “I
want to make a swastika here to brand you like cattle,” she told the poor
thing. She pointed her big toenails of both feet and started drawing a
circle beginning from the forehead and sliding down to make her big toes
meet again at his chin. Blood was gushing from his face like a fountain.
She then put the blades of each of her big toenails on his two earlobes and
started pressing strongly. The man could not stand it and he burst into
scream. She kept pressing until she completely chopped off both earlobes.

A pool of blood was under the man’s head. “Please, stop! I’ll do anything
you want, but just stop. I am going to die from this unbearable pain,” the
man sobbed. “Don’t worry. You’ll die, but not now. I will give you as an
offering to my sister, who will sure decapitate you and use your head as
her pissing potty,” she said.

The words were taken seriously by the man and his eyes just gleamed with
fear. “No, please. Don’t do this. Don’t introduce me to your sister. She’ll
sure kill me in revenge for her husband,” Robert pleaded.

“I’ll leave you soaked in your stinking fucking blood to go teach this
animal a lesson of respect and obedience, which I believe you have just
learned, haven’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, Madame. Yes. I really learned a horrible lesson. I am at your
complete disposal. I’ll just do whatever you say,” the once-Shredder Robert
replied.

She gave him a look of disdain and ordered Frank and Josh to raise the
giant Chinese captive to his feet and rip away the shirt he was wearing.
The animal-like creature stood on his own feet with the help of Josh and
Frank. His upper part was totally naked. She took the cat-o’-nine-tails and
kept flogging him hard and violently. Marks and scars on his body were
awful. He seemed to take it strong but after the 10th lash he burst into
screams. Madame Adele wanted to hear sharper screams to make sure he is
completely broken.

She went on with the flogging. She seemed to have grown tired but she
wouldn’t show it. The pitch of the man’s screams grew louder and I really
felt some pity for him. He mumbled things as if he wanted to speak, perhaps
for the first time in his life.

“Please! Please! St- stop. I s- s- slave. Mer- mercy. Stop, please,” the
poor creature stuttered.

“Well! You want me to stop! It’s up to me to say when I should stop, you
big moron! I have not finished yet with the lesson I should be giving you.
Besides, I don’t need a new slave. I have plenty already. So why should I
have a stupid carcass like yours” she said, resuming the flogging.

It was obvious to all who were witnessing the extreme torture that the
giant was unable to take anymore flogging, which was indicated by his too
loud screams. After another 30 minutes of bloody flogging [parts of the
man's flesh scattered the floor in front of him], the man, all soaked in
blood, was on the verge of dying. He mumbled other words like “please,
Madame, mercy”.

Madame Adele stopped and threw away her whip. “Why should I be tying a
sissy like you? I just wanted you to know that I have tied you to prevent
you from escaping when I enter this dead sissy secretary’s room. Untie him,
Frank,” she commanded.

The man was freed and he went down on his knees. “Crawl here to kiss my
feet,” she instructed the beast. The man lied on the floor and started to
crawl and was about to kiss Madame Adele’s feet when she suddenly stopped
him.

“How are you going to kiss my feet while your face and body are drenched in
blood. You must wash first,” she said. The man had no clue of what he
should do.

“OK. Do I have to do everything myself? Lie on your back, you piece of
shit!” she commanded. The Chinese giant did as told. Madame Adele took off
her shorts and stood over the man’s face with his head between her open
legs.

“Listen, you son of a bitch! I’ll give you my precious yellow nectar and
you use your hands to wash your face. Got it, butthead?” she instructed and
then started to pee on his face. He used his hands to wipe his face until
it became clean. The bleeding from his eye had stopped. She then moved back
over his body with piss still flowing from her pee hole. The pee stung his
wounded body all over. He was in some pain.

She stopped pissing and put on her shorts and stepped back. “Now you are
clean enough to kiss my feet. Crawl up here and get the honor you don’t
deserve, bitch,” she commanded.

The man crawled and kissed both feet of Madame Adele, who gleamed with a
grin of victory on her face that she succeeded in breaking an animal in
human form like this. He kept kissing and stopped suddenly. “Who told you
to stop, you fucking buffalo? Get me the whip, Alex,” she commanded. I
handed her the whip and she ordered the giant to lie still until she
finishes with her second lesson on his back.

She flogged his back several times and he returned to his screams of pain
again. “I- I- I sorry. Aaaahhhh. It won’t ha- ha- happen again. Sorry,” the
man shouted.

She stopped, ordering him to crawl to the end of the corridor and lie still
and wait for further orders. The man crawled in awkward agony. The crawling
further tormented his wounded body beyond imagination.

The beast was metamorphosed from a fearsome giant into a toy of Madame
Adele’s, just like all of us: toys she plays with and uses for her own
pleasure and needs.

The broken monster reached the end of the corridor and lied still. “Now
crawl here and kiss my feet,” she commanded him from her place, nearly in
the middle of the corridor. The man did as told and reached at her feet and
kept kissing them, this time marking her exact order to avoid further
punishment. He stopped kissing them upon an order from her.

“Good freak! Oh. It’s a good name. I’ll call you Freak. Do you think it’s
nice, Freak?” she asked. “Yes, Madame. Of course it’s nice as long as you
suggested it,” the man spoke eloquently with a bit of poetic touch.

It seemed to me that Madame Adele’s ways have turned us servants into poets
who say words of praise only to her.

“Good! You seem to be making quick progress, Freak!” she said triumphantly.
“Now lie still as you are and wait for further orders,” she commanded.

She moved back towards Robert, who was lying still with a sabotaged face
that is drenched in blood. She removed away the chair. “Now it’s your turn
to do exactly the same, crawl and kiss my feet till I order you to stop,
but first you have to have a clean face to do this. Use your hands to wash
your fucking face with my piss,” she said, taking off her shorts again and
bending her knees a little to have her pee hole closer to his face. She
gave him a gush of warm urine and he washed his terrible face. “You are
clean enough now to kiss my adorable feet. Now stir facedown and crawl to
the end of the corridor and stop there. Frank, come here and lie on all
fours to be my sofa,” she ordered. Robert did, a bit faster than Freak. He
stopped but was soon ordered to crawl to Madame Adele’s feet and kiss them.
He did exactly as told, learning the lesson of Freak while he was lying on
his back under the chair.

He kept kissing her feet passionately for 10 minutes until ordered to stop.
She stood up and walked a few steps away and turned their back. “Well. Is
there anyone of you five servants of mine willing to disobey me or defy me?
Is there anyone of you man enough to refuse providing me his services?” she
addressed the five of us – myself, Josh, Robert, Frank and Freak, the only
survivors here in this house of dead people.

We all shouted “No, Madame.”

“Then the five of you crawl up here and all kiss my feet,” she commanded.
We were just racing to reserve a place to kiss her feet. No one was willing
to delay. “OK. OK. That’s enough! Listen all to my instructions. We’re
going to leave this place and return to my house, except you Frank. You
will stay here and dig a big mass grave for all the bodies here. That is
going to take a lot of effort and work. I want so big long wide hole to
throw all those bodies into. I am returning in a matter of days. I want
everything in order, Frank. Of course, I am making myself very clear here,
ain’t I?” she asked.

“Crystal clear, Madame,” Frank replied.

“In the meantime I’ll leave with the four of you with me of course. Freak
and Robert in the trunk, Josh will drive and Alex sitting at my feet in the
place under the passenger’s seat. The trunk is big and could be enough for
Freak and Robert. Anyone has questions, of course not. You are not to ask.
Just obey,” she said.

“First there is something pending that needs to be settled. You Robert get
a contract and sell me this mansion for a sum of 500,000 dollars. Of course
you are not receiving a dime, but that is what should be written in the
contract. Is it OK with you, or do you want more money?” she asked Robert
in a tone of bitter derision. “I think you don’t mind, Robert, selling me
your mansion, unless you have a different opinion,” she addressed Robert.

“Of course not, Madame. A worthless jackass like myself should not own, but
should rather be owned by a fine lady like yourself,” Robert replied, with
another poetic tone.

“Come here, Freak. Bend down so that I ride your back. You Robert walk in
front of me. Everybody else lie facedown on the floor until I return,” she
commanded.

She returned five minutes later on Freak’s back with Robert marching in
front of her.

“Well, Frank. I guess it’s a temporary farewell. I am coming back in a few
days and I really expect you to do a good job. I know you are going to miss
your owner’s feet. Come kiss them,” she ordered Frank, who bent to kiss her
left foot several times. “The other one,” she commanded. He went to the
other direction in front of bending Freak and kissed Madame’s right foot
with the utmost faithfulness and dedication.

“OK, servants. Let’s go. It’s time to leave. Get me those flip-flops in
your hands, Alex,” she shouted. I rushed to her riding stature and placed
the flip-flops neatly and gently into her feet. Josh, myself and Robert
were walking in front of our riding Lady, driving us like cattle in front
of her. We finally reached the gate and kept walking to the vehicle, when
we were ordered all to stop.

She instructed Freak to get her down. She opened the trunk and ordered
Freak and Robert inside. They both fitted in there comfortably. She closed
the trunk and sat herself on the passenger’s seat, signaled me to sit
beneath her and Josh to sit at the wheel and drive back home.

During the trip home I was instructed by Madame Adele to massage in between
the toes. “My feet are killing me after this busy day’s efforts. Massage
them, dear Alex,” she ordered.

After one hour I was told to stop. “I think my toes and feet need washing.
Wash them, Alex, with your saliva, but first lick my flip-flops clean so
that when you are finished with my feet I may wear them clean,” she ordered
again.

I took off the flip-flops and started licking them at the area where she
places her feet. That took 15 minutes. I was then instructed to move to the
next task: washing her feet and toes with my saliva. She rose her right
foot and rested it on my waiting two hands. I licked in between the toes
and sucked them one by one, which brought her relish and feelings of
relaxation. She gave me a sweet pat on the head as if I were her doggy.

I contemplated those feet in my hands, knowing that they were just the same
feet that brought an end to many lives and functioned as instruments of
torture to others, like those two persons inside the trunk of this car.

Madame Adele took several lives so easy. None of the men she killed has
managed to deliver her a single punch or kick. I don’t know whether any of
us has thought about reporting to the police about this carnage. As far as
I am concerned, I flushed away this idea from my mind, even though if
something happened and the police learnt about it, I could be arrested on
charges of aiding and abetting this assassin sitting in front of me and
giving me her feet to pamper.

I don’t think Frank would have the guts to do this. He was so scared of her
and was faithfully willing to serve her. Besides, he could be involved
himself in a number of crimes, including the killing of the husband of
Madame Adele’s sister, Olga [I knew her name from the phone call at Madame
Adele's].

I guess the killings committed by Madame Adele would never be known to the
police. She takes good care of providing good burial for her victims, like
the poor bargaining plumber at her villa and that whole gang in Robert’s
mansion, whose possession was just transferred to Madame Adele.

She ordered me to stop cleaning her right foot, withdrawing it to give me
her left to work on. She took her cell phone and found one missed call from
her sister Olga. She dialed her number. “Oh, Olga. How are you, dear sis?
Everything is OK, honey. I took care of the whole thing. I am returning
home now with…with good news. I’ll be expecting you at my place in two
hours. OK, babe. Bye.”

I cleaned her right foot and she ordered me to put her feet into the flip-
flops. She then hanged them up on the dashboard and ordered me to get my
nose closer to her ass hole because she felt like farting. She gave me
soundless farts but with abhorrent smell, but I had to take ‘em all as
usual into my lungs. She kept doing this for one hour. She then lowered her
legs and rested them on my shoulders and took a cigarette and lighted it.
She signaled me to open my mouth wide to throw in the ash from her
cigarette, and of course after finishing it, she signaled Josh to stick his
tongue out and she snuffed the butt on his tongue. Josh then swallowed it.

“I want to thank you, Josh for helping me against your own family. I hope
you have been convinced of what you have done. You just stood up for the
good cause and the right side. In fact, your family is a shitty worthless
one hell of a family that needed shaping up to mingle the right way into
society, but this cost us my sister’s husband,” she said.

No one of Josh’s family was left to mingle into society, I thought to
myself.

Josh said he renounced his family since the moment he was introduced to
Madame Adele and knew her well. “Madame, you are my family. You are my
everything in life now. All I want to get is your satisfaction with me. I
am doing my best to avoid your wrath, which I could not stand. You have
changed me into a good citizen with a cause to live for. Before you I had
nothing valuable in my wretched life. All I want now is to be your
everlasting servant who knows nothing but obedience to your honorable
commands,” Josh said.

“Oh, Josh. You have changed a great deal. I am really satisfied with you.
All I need is a good obeying servant who carries out my orders. Is this
much to ask for? Faithful servants are rare these days. I am really glad to
have a group of attendants willing to serve me good and devoting themselves
to please me,” she said.

We finally reached Madame Adele’s house. She ordered Josh to open the trunk
and get her Freak to take her inside. In a second, Freak was kneeling at
the side of the car. Madame Adele stepped out and jumped over Freak’s back,
ordering him to stretch his two hands as supporters for her feet in flip-
flops.

Josh was waiting at the trunk. He was ordered to let Robert out, and then
all of us ordered to march in front of her. “Josh, close the car well and
park it, and then follow inside,” she commanded.

We entered the house, followed by Madame Adele’s on her new pony Freak’s
back. Josh entered three minutes later. We all knelt down waiting for
orders. She told Freak to get her feet on the ground, which he did and then
assumed the kneeling position. She sat on her throne-like big chair and
ordered Josh to get two shackles like those he is wearing from the attic.
He returned and was then told to put them on the ankles of Freak and
Robert.
Part 19: Olga’s arrival

Fifteen minutes later, entered Olga, the younger sister of Madame Adele.
She was nearly in her mid-30s with the same short black hair and body of
Halle Berry. She seemed much smoother than Madame Adele. She was clad in a
black dress slightly above the knee and a pair of shiny black stilettos.

“Who are these losers, sis?” she asked.

“Those, my dear sister, are my servants. Let me introduce you to them. This
is Alex, Nelly’s special servant. She lent him to me for a few days. He
showed diligence and good work of service to me. This is Josh, the brother
of the asshole I killed in the ring. This is Robert, his cousin, whom I
just captivated. This is a monster I managed to break. I gave him the name
Freak. He showed obedience and was finally convinced of my need to use him
as my pony. Oh, I forgot to introduce you to another one here. Come here,
Freak and take me to the bathroom, and Josh take Madame Olga behind me.”

Josh bent down for Madame Olga to ride him. She mounted him and followed
her sister into the bathroom. They both stopped at the toilet bowl.

“What the hell is that?” Olga exclaimed.

“This is the father of the man I did in the ring. He wanted to avenge the
death of his son. Josh, his second son, helped me to drag him here. I had
to convince daddy too that this was not possible – the avenging thing. He
was eventually convinced and showed an inclination to serve as my toilet
bowl. Isn’t it so, daddy?” Madame Adele asked, ordering him to open his
mouth wide, which he did instantly. She sent a lump of sticky mucous spit
from her riding position high over Freak’s back to land right into his
mouth. He swallowed it.

“Oh, Olga. I left him all day without a meal. Do you feel the urge to take
a shit?” asked Madame Adele.

“Oh, yeah. You bet. I have just eaten sushi in some Japanese restaurant,”
answered Madame Olga.

“Hooray! You’re going to get sushi, daddy, for dinner,” shouted Madame
Adele jubilantly.

Madame Olga went down from Josh’s back. She started taking off her dress
when Madame Adele told her to stop.

“All these willing servants around us and you’re going to do something
yourself? Josh, undress your lady here. Take off her dress gently, then her
shoes and fishnet stockings,” Madame Adele ordered.

Josh got her out of her dress and bent down to take her shoes off. Madame
Olga leaned on his back for support. He then took off the fishnet
stockings. Madame Olga had green bras and underwear, which she ordered Josh
to take off for she needed a bath after taking her cargo off from her
bowels.

Olga seated herself on the bowl in the ordinary position. She moved her ass
inches back on the seat so that her ass hole would be exactly over daddy’s
mouth and also to watch him as he takes it. She spluttered and started to
push hard the sushi she ate into the mouth of Josh’s father.

The old man in the bowl saw everything above his head thanks to a strip of
light that sneaked into the bowl and also thanks to Madame Olga’s moving
inches back with legs widely open. He saw a hole giving lumps of shit the
size of small bananas falling into his mouth. He chewed every unit of shit
quickly to prepare himself for the next ones. Madame Olga seemed to be
happy over the relief.

“Oh, sis. I really needed that. I gave a lot of farts while I was driving
from the restaurant up here. That sushi was great. You must try it, but it
causes smelly farts. I was about to choke while I was driving,” said Madame
Olga.

“Part of the duties of the slaves around here is to take away those smelly
farts from my precious ass hole into their lungs. They just do this
adeptly,” explained Madame Adele.

“Oh, really. I need this. Give me one of those,” demanded Madame Olga.

“OK, sis. You got yourself a servant for a whole day. Alex, come here…. I
still have you for one day, that is tomorrow. You go early in the morning
at 8.00 to my dear sister Olga’s house. I expect you would provide top-of-
the-line service to my sister, just like the top-quality service you have
offered me during the past couple of days,” she ordered me and told me she
would give me her address before I leave tonight.

“Of course, Madame. I am at your disposal and at Madame Olga’s disposal
too. At eight o’clock I will be knocking on her door,” I said.

“No, no. I will be sleeping. Just take a copy of my key. I’ll give it to
you after I finish my bath,” Madame Olga said, holding her crotch with both
hands and seemed to be aiming her piss hole over the old man’s mouth. She
started to pee. The splash and falling of water into a hollow place could
be heard.

We all went out at Madame Adele’s orders so that her sister could take a
bath, except for Josh, whom Madame Adele ordered to stay with Madame Olga
to help her bathe or massage her body. Ten minutes later, Madame Olga came
out wearing a bathrobe mounting Josh’s back. Josh was supporting her feet
with both hands. She had feet that were more feminine than her sister’s
although they looked quite similar. Her toenails were a bit longer. They
were polished neatly in blood red.

“Olga, I forgot to introduce you quite well to Robert. He was formerly
known as Robert the Shredder, before I shredded his fucking face to pieces
with my toenails. I just want you to be cool and not to get angry. He is
now in our hands and we’ll do whatever you think he deserves. This man was
the one who ordered the assassination of your husband. I captured him
and….”

At this, Madame Olga growled and rushed towards Robert and kicked him in
the face, then pinned him to the ground when she sat on his chest and kept
punching his face. Madame Adele rushed and carried her off Robert.

“Calm down, Olga dear. If you want to have him killed, we’ll do it easily,
I could have done there in his fucking mansion, which, by the way, belongs
to me now. I just thought you might like to have him tortured for some time
before you kill him, and that is why I brought him here with me,” Madame
Adele addressed her sister.

Madame Olga was quite angry. “I’ll kill this son of a bitch! I’ll revenge
the death of dear husband, who had nothing to do with all this. Listen,
sis. This man should not breathe while my husband is in his grave. This man
must be eliminated,” she said.

“OK. How do you want to kill him? I could easily crush his neck under my
feet,” said Madame Adele.

“No, no. I want him to taste death sip by sip,” said Olga.

“I have cut his face in pieces already with my toenails. I was just trying
to make some piece of surrealist art like those of Salvador Dali. I don’t
know whether I accomplished something here. Anyway, we’ll take him now to
the bathroom and spend the whole night cutting his flesh piece by piece
until he escapes us to the grave. Josh, drag this piece of shit into the
bathroom, take off all his clothes and put two small chairs at each side of
his face,” Madame Adele ordered, inviting all of us into the bathroom to
witness the massacre.

In a few minutes everything was in place as Madame Adele ordered. She and
her sister stepped into the bathroom and sat on the two chairs facing one
another, with Robert’s face between their feet. They just rested their feet
on his face discussing how they should begin.

Robert was screaming for mercy. He was all tears as he thought he was at
death’s door. “There is no mercy for a wimp like you,” shouted Madame Olga
with a strong trampling hit on his face.

“Listen, Olga sis. The art of tearing a man’s face apart by means of a
lady’s toenails requires concentration. First of all the victim must lie
still to avoid damaging your attempts at his face. The big toe of course
would be the main weapon here because it is the strongest, though I had
experimented other toes on Robert’s face to keep them in shape and they
worked well. You start by trying to stab in your big toenail into the flesh
like that, and after you make sure that part of your toenail is already
inside the man’s facial skin, you move it strongly like that,” said Madame
Olga, demonstrating on Robert’s face and he screamed like a child from pain
and he held his face with both hands.

“Josh, come here tie his hands to our chairs. I don’t want his hands to
interfere in what we are doing. Now it’s your turn, sis. Make a good work
of it,” said Madame Adele.

Madame Olga rested her left foot on his forehead and began to dip her long
red big toenail into Robert’s right cheek and then moved it downward slowly
and he was in terrible pain. His face was all blood.

“See, Olga how I am taking pieces out of his face with my toenail. Watch
this,” Madame Adele said, plucking out a piece of flesh from Robert’s
cheeks, raising her big toe to her right hand to take out the piece from
under her toenail and throwing it away, which was followed by a loud scream
from Robert.

“This shit-head’s screams are really disturbing me. Josh, get me one of my
pair of stilettos,” Madame Olga ordered. Josh handed it to her and then she
stuffed the front part into Robert’s mouth.

“Now, dear sis. I want you to focus on this and do exactly like me,” Madame
Adele said, lifting her right pointed big toenail over Robert’s face, aimed
directly at his left eye, stabbed it strongly, returned her foot up again
to take his eyeball stuck in the tip of her toenail and placed it on the
bathroom floor and crushed it with her right heel.

Blood gushed like a fountain from the hollow that once held his left eye.

“Oh, sis. You are amazing. How did you do this? I’ll give it a try,” said
Olga.

Madame Olga tried to do as her sister did, aiming her left pointed big
toenail and landed it like a guided missile strongly on Robert’s right eye,
but she just missed it by an inch. She wounded him under his eyebrow.

“I don’t think I’ll make it, but I’ll just do it the easy way,” said Olga,
placing her left big toenail on Robert’s right eye and pressed until his
eyeball popped outside and slid on his face to end on the floor at Olga’s
feet. She then crushed the ball under her left heel.

Madame Adele then dipped her five strong toenails of her right foot into
the flesh of Robert’s neck. She kept pressing hard for three minutes until
all her toes disappeared inside his neck, then moving her leg strongly in
her direction and left a big wide cut that hot red blood saturated the
bathroom floor.

Madame Olga placed her five left toenails into the cut her sister has just
made and pressed hard till half of her foot was inside Robert’s neck and
then moved her foot hard in her direction. The two blood-thirsty sister
kept doing this until the poor man was decapitated.

Olga took away her shoe from beheaded Robert’s mouth and handed it to Josh.
“Take this, Josh. He is not going to scream anymore,” she ordered Josh.

“Alex, get me my scalpel from the room quickly. You’ll find it inside one
of the drawers,” she commanded me. I returned with it in seconds. I was so
scared of what I have just seen.

Taking it from me, Madame Adele took the decapitated head by its hair,
placed it under her left foot and started making a circular deep cut in the
zenith of Robert’s head. In seconds, she pulled away the top part of the
head and threw it away. She took the head between her two hands.

“See, sis. This is the bullshit inside his head mistaken for brains. I’ll
just clean this and get everything back to normal. Shit is just what should
be inside this head. Josh, get me a big plastic black bag,” she commanded
and Josh returned with the bag, ordered again to carry it open for her.

She held the head upside down and emptied all its contents into the bag
until it was clean.

“Josh. Hold this head while I and my sister dispose of our brown loads into
it,” she ordered Josh, who showed expressions of entrenched genuine scare.

Josh was kneeling with arms stretching the empty head from its back. Madame
Adele made spluttering sounds and then sent big thick brown bananas into
the head and then took a piss. Madame Olga did the same.

“Put the head inside the bag, Josh. Go dig another grave in the backyard
and bury this dickhead like you just did with the plumber. After you
finished providing a good burial for your cousin and his brains and fucking
head, return to the bathroom and clean this mess here. Understood?” Madame
Adele commanded. “Yes, right away Madame,” Josh replied with a stress.
Madame Adele then told me I may go home now, but I should be expected at
Madame Olga’s house, which was nearly 20 minutes’ walking from here.

Madame Olga then took a piece of paper and handed it to me. “Here’s my
address and house key, Alex. Enter and wake me up at 8.00 in the morning.
Don’t prepare my breakfast. I usually have it at 10.00. I’ll have many
tasks for you tomorrow. I’ll be waiting for you. Goodbye, Alex,” Madame
Olga greeted me nicely with a smile that showed glittering white beautiful
teeth. In fact Madame Olga was more beautiful than her sister and more sexy
too.

I woke up the next day at 7.00, left my home at 7.30 and reached Madame
Olga’s house at 7.50. I entered and waited on the sofa for 10 minutes. I
opened several rooms but there was no one in there until. I opened the last
room and there lied Madame Olga sleeping. To my surprise, I found Josh
sleeping on the floor facedown at the bedside in Madame Olga’s direction.

I went as usual at the foot of the bed and knelt. I started licking Madame
Olga’s toes to wake her up. Her toes were so nice, more of a woman compared
to her sister’s ruthless toes and toenails, except that they were longer
and less stronger. I licked in between the toes for 30 minutes until she
moved in the bed. “Oh, Alex. Welcome dear. Keep pampering my toes for a
while,” she commanded and went back to sleep.

I licked for one hour more, taking good care of her toenails and licking
all of them from all directions. She woke up and told me to go prepare her
breakfast. “I usually take two sandwiches of yellow cheese and strawberry
jam and a big glass of warm milk. Oh, I was so tired yesterday that I was
not in the mood to drive, and that is why Josh is here. He took me at
nearly 1.00 a.m. from my sister’s house to my place here. My sister told me
that I would have him sleep at the bedside facedown so that when I move
from bed I could find some mat to step on with my precious two lovely
feet,” she said, signaling me to go.

I returned with the breakfast as she ordered. She was sitting with her back
leaning at the top of the bed stark naked. “I was informed by my sister
that you are one hell of a fart-sniffing machine. I’d like to try this,
because I don’t really like the smell of my farts thought you might find
them very precious to you. Come here, Alex. Put your nose in there and help
me with these farts while I am having my breakfast,” she ordered.

Throughout the whole day I was commanded by Madame Olga to inhale her
farts, which annoyed her and were supposedly precious to me. “Alex. I have
to go out and buy some things, I’ll be back in one hour,” she told me.

She stepped on Josh’s back and gave him a few hits to wake him up. “Take me
to the bathroom, Josh. Follow me, Alex, for your morning meal. I was
entrusted by my sister to feed you well,” she said.

She jumped on Josh’s back and moved to the bathroom. I followed. She
ordered Josh to get her down and stood in the middle of the bathroom,
instructing me to kneel beneath her standing form and turn my face up to
look at her genitals from below. “Open your mouth, dear. Your menu today is
yellow cheese and strawberry jam,” she said voluptuously. She bent her
knees forward and dispatched shit into my open mouth in batches. I chewed
fast and swallowed. She then aimed her pee into my mouth, which took away
all the shit down to my stomach.

For nearly one week now, I survived on feces and urine from ladies who
believed unarguably that I was their possession to do whatever they want
with me.

She went out and returned nearly after one hour. Josh and I were ready to
receive her at the hall. She sat on the big sofa. “Oh, my feet are so
tired. Alex, take off my shoes and stockings and give my feet a good
massage after you sniff away all the odor in my toes and eat the toe jam in
between,” she commanded.

I did as I was told. Her foot odor was stinky. I sniffed deep to take the
smell away and then embarked on the massage. My tongue worked so
professionally in between her lovely toes that she was so relaxed. She took
the remote control and turned on the TV and watched her favorite series
“Friends”. She was laughing joyfully while I fondled her toes with my
tongue. “Ha, ha, ha. Nice. Matthew Perry is just a nice man. Lick my soles,
Alex,” she commanded. I kept licking her sole for about 30 minutes while
she was watching TV.

“Alex, I am going to take my afternoon nab now. Come up with me and
continue massaging my toes until I fall asleep. Afterwards, you may return
directly to Nelly, she wants you at her place before you go home. That was
what my sister told me to tell you. You, Josh come here to take me to my
bed,” she commanded.

Josh carried her to the bedroom and got her down and then lied facedown at
the bedside on the floor, while I went to kneel at the foot of the bed,
waiting for Madame Olga’s feet to caress with my tongue gently until she
sleeps.

She climbed Josh’s back on to her bed and lied there, stretching her toes
to me. She playfully wriggled her toes at my nose and mouth, giving me a
jolly grin. “Madame Olga. I just wanted to ask you who is now attending
Madame Adele. You see, she needs a lot of services to be provided to her
during the day and I just want to check whether she is alright and
pleased,” I said.

“Oh, Alex. You are concerned about my sister’s needs. Don’t worry, good
boy. She’s OK. She gave me Josh as a gift pony for me. She told me she has
now got Freak, whom she bought an eye patch today. She told me she was
training him to do all your responsibilities and he seems to be making a
progress. She uses him to sniff her farts away, clean her feet and take
good care of her toes and to move around her house carrying her on his back
as her new pony. I think she’s alright,” Madame Olga answered.

“Now start with your job, Alex. I’ll really miss your devoted services. I
don’t know if I’ll see you again, but sure I will see you when I visit
Nelly. So, I guess it’s not farewell,” she said, signaling me to start
licking her toes. I went on with the process until she went in deep sleep.
That took about 30 minutes. I then stood up and left her house, heading
immediately to Mistress Nelly’s. I learnt she wants me before I go to my
place.

While I was on my way to my original Mistress’s house, I meditated all that
I have experienced during the past three days and all this blood I have
seen shed with my own two eyes. Those two sisters have used me to the
fullest for their own personal advantages and needs. They were acting so
naturally. Madame Adele killed in cold blood several men while I was
watching. She did it in such a way as if those men were created to have
their lives ended by her lethal lower part of body.

I guess I’ll never meet a woman like Madame Adele. She is one of a kind.
She thinks that it is so easy to crush a man under her feet. She tamed a
monster, who if I had seen walking 50 miles away from me I would have run
away. She did it with a matter-of-factness and convinced that beast – in
her own ways of course – that his only duty in life since the moment he was
introduced to her was to serve her in many ways and make her proud of him,
regardless of his size compared to hers. She was so strong and mighty, yes,
but that man was nearly one meter taller than her.

She did Robert’s gang in the blink of an eye, took his mansion away from
him and finally decapitated him and sent her feces and urine down his brain-
emptied head. “It was now about 5.00 p.m. Madame Adele must be sending her
farts now into Freak’s lungs after her lunch,” I thought to myself as I was
perfectly introduced to her schedule.

I climbed up the stairs in a hurry and rang the bell of Mistress Nelly’s
door. She opened the door and gave me a nice broad smile. “Ooooh, Alex. I
missed you so much, baby. I was in a total mess without you during the past
three days. I’ll never give you up again for anyone. You are my personal
servant, without whom my life is lost. Come, Alex. Don’t waste time. I have
a lot of things for you to do. First, I have just entered my house. I was
out running some stupid errands. Undress me and massage and wash my feet.
You must be missing them, huh?” she asked.

“Of course, Madame. I miss everything about you. You know how much I adore
to be of service to you. You just relax here on the sofa and I’ll do
whatever you want me,” I answered.

She was wearing a short red skirt, a black top, a black pantyhose and a red
high-heeled pair of shoes. I brought a bowl of warm water, put it in front
of her and started undressing her top, then skirt, shoes and pantyhose. I
placed the pantyhose into my mouth to give them a good cleaning as I was
well aware of her inclinations.

I took her shoes and kept sniffing from inside to drive away the stinky
odor. She seemed pleased with me. I took her right foot and sniffed it,
traveling my tongue in between the toes and swallowed any toe jam from
them. I took the left one and put the right into the bowl sniffed her left
while I was caressing her right in the bowl.

“Alex! You are one hell of a cleaning machine! I love you. Madame Adele
phone me today morning and was extremely pleased with your dedication. I
really felt so proud of you. My efforts of training you have paid off,” she
said hilariously.

I continued with the cleaning ritual and washed Mistress Nelly’s feet that
she was really happy with me. Without a signal from her, I bent my head at
the bowl and started to drink the water with which I washed her gorgeous
feet. I finished all of it and even licked the sediments with my tongue.

“Oh, you have never forgotten a thing, Alex. You are one good servant of
mine. I adore you,” she said, giving me a nice pat on my hair. “Alex, I was
about to prepare my lunch, but as you have arrived, I will step aside for
you to take it from here. Go to the kitchen now and serve me my lunch,” she
commanded. She rose to sit at the dining table. I rushed and adjusted her
chair for her, and ran immediately to the kitchen.

I served her lunch and sat beneath the table in front of her black panties
and stretched my nose to wait for whatever farts she might give. She
finished and ordered me out to take her to the bathroom. She rode on my
back and gave me one hit on the nape and I moved on. She entered the
bathroom and headed towards the basin on my back and washed her hands and
mouth. She got off my back and ordered me to lie on my back for my lunch
meal. I did and opened my mouth, while she was taking off her black panties
and lowered her ass hole over my face and defecated for five minutes into
my mouth. She then opened her piss hole wide with both hands and gave me
her delicious urine, which I missed for a long time.

She then ordered to take her to bed and suck her toes until she sleeps. I
did. “When you are finished, you may go home, Alex. I’ll be waiting for you
tomorrow morning as usual. We have a long day ahead. Adele and her sister
Olga are visiting me tomorrow, so I need you badly to clean the house and
make the necessary preparations. They both insisted you should be here when
they arrive. See you later, my dear servant. Bye.”

I kept my position as Mistress Nelly’s personal servant for about 10 years,
when I grew up to be 23. I got married and stayed in a remote area away
from her. Nobody has ever known about this. It was strictly a secret that
has never been divulged, but from time to time when I sit alone with
myself, I reflect on those experiences but drive away the memories in
seconds. I now have a wife and a kid to support and I was working my ass
out to sustain my family.

One day the telephone rang and it was my mother. We talked a lot and told
me that Nelly was asking about me and how I was doing. “I gave her your
phone number and she told me she would sure give you a call in a matter of
days,” mom said.

2PM, I was at the video rental store eager to find out. “You made it.” The guy said. “I knew you would.”

“Yes I did,” I said, awkwardly. “Say man, what’s your name?”

“My name? It doesn’t matter.” He sighed.

“What does that..mean?”

“Twenty-seven.” He said. “That’s what she named me.”

“27?” I asked. 

“Let’s say that it is my name now…you’ll understand soon enough.” He said. “Are you ready to meet Priya?”

Priya! It was the first time I heard the Mistress’s name, which incidentally was a Sanskrit word for ‘a beloved one.’ 

“Of course I’m ready to meet her. What should I do?”

“Nothing yet.” 27 said. “I’ve got everything in the car. Let’s drive there and then we’ll get you ready.”

I didn’t understand a word but I would rather meet the great Mistress in a hurry than ask dumb questions all day. We drove a few blocks towards the suburban areas of Bangalore city and came across a tall apartment complex, “Mystic Heights,” where he pulled in to park. We took the elevator to the twenty-fifth floor, the topmost in the building and arrived before an apartment that had the name “Priya” carved in black on white marble with the most elegant calligraphy. 27 stopped before ringing the doorbell. “There’s something we need to do now.”

“Tell me.” I said, heart thumping away from anticipation.

“You are visiting the Mistress for the first time,” 27 began, “and I am the one who is introducing you to her.”

“True,” I nodded.

“Which means that you are a gift to her, from me.” 27 explained. “I am, essentially offering you as a gift to her. Do you understand?”

“You said it twice,” I said. “Of course I understand.”

“The Mistress expects her gifts to be packaged a certain way.” 27 continued, hesitant. “So I will need to chain your hands and legs together…”

“But…why…”

“Because you are my gift to her.” 27 said.

“Right.” I took a few moments to absorb the idea. Then I knelt down. “If that’s what it takes, go ahead and chain me.”

“Yeah.” 27 began pulling out the metallic chains for packaging me. “I would also need you to take off all your clothes and get naked…”

I truly considered putting up some resistance, as this was getting unreasonable. Why must I undress before I even meet the Mistress? But I looked around, assured myself that no one was watching and then took off all my clothes. 27 ran a handcuff across my wrists, immobilizing my hands. He then cuffed my ankles together, and finally used a chain to secure the two cuffs together. I made an attempt to move my hands and legs, only to fall over nose-first into the mat before Priya’s door. So I stopped struggling and succumbed to absolute immobility.

“Now you’re ready,” 27 said. He rang the doorbell and knelt down next to me. We sat in silence and waited. 

A minute ticked by before we felt footsteps draw closer to the door. “Who is it?” a dominant female voice asked.

“It’s me, number 27.”

“What do you want?”

“I come bearing gifts,” 27 replied.

The door unbolted and opened up, and standing behind it was the most spectacular woman I’d ever seen in person. Priya. She stood tall with her perfect, curvaceous body, dressed in bright red clothes but before I could look up to see more I felt a sharp metallic heel on my head, pinning me down. “This is just one gift,” she said.

“I’m so sorry Mistress,” 27 dived over and kissed her shoe. ”But I think he will serve you well.”

“Look at him, he’s trying to see my legs.” Priya said, crushing my head under her heels and turning her attention to me. “I don’t want inferior beings like you looking at me. Is that understood?” Her tone was as fearsome as her perfume was inviting.

“Y..yes Mistress.” I replied. Calling a girl “Mistress” would take some getting used to. Deepthi always had me call her by name. Besides, Priya was a professional and Deepthi wasn’t.

“I want your nose to touch my floor at all times.” Priya said, slowly relaxing her foot off my head. “If I catch you without your nose in contact with my floor, I will kick you a hundred times and fire you.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” I submitted, getting hard at the same time. Priya was exceptional at this.

“Come in, both of you.” Priya said, walking into her house and taking a seat on her couch. I crawled over, keeping  my nose on her floor as I moved. The nose-on-the-floor was a hard rule to follow, but from the corner of my vision I could see Mr. 27 kneeling at the foot of Priya’s couch and praying to her with his hands joined. “Let’s see how much of a gift you brought for me,” she said, turning to me, nose still touching her cold floors. With a taunting intent, she placed her foot in front of my face, showing off the most perfect foot in the history of human feet. I took the cue and began to lick the parts of her toes that protruded from the leather casing of her heels. “Correct answer,” she smiled, relaxing herself. The interview had begun. “Tell me everything I need to know about you and why I should accept you as a slave.”

“I’m Suhas,” I began fearfully. Of course she wouldn’t care about my name, but most interviews I’d ever had in my life began with mention of the name. “I’m twenty-six years old, and I run a little video game company called Square Bananas.” At this point, I expected a giggle. Some people would actually recognize that as the company that has the most popular multiplayer-chess game for cellphones. Priya, of course, was nonchalant, cold as ice. “I have eight people in my company, and we do very well. Made about three million U.S. dollars in revenue last year.”

“You own this company?”

“Yes, I do ma’am. I mean, Mistress.” My heart was racing, and I couldn’t understand why. Being in the presence of this woman produced shivers in my gut.

“So you’re rich and ugly.” Priya said. “You get only one point for that…I like handsome slaves.”

“Unhh..,” No one called me ugly before, but no one called me handsome either. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Tell me other things that I might care about. Not the boring stuff.” Priya said.

I would kill to ask what interested her, but I knew from experience that only dominants ask questions, submissives answer them. I supposed that my experience would be interesting to her, since this was an interview. “I had a girlfriend, Deepthi, who I served for four years.” I began. Priya did not react, which probably meant that I was headed towards “interesting.” So I told her the story of how we reunited three years after school, how we were both entrepreneurs but still had the one important difference, she being sadistic and me masochistic. I told her how we’d get together and all the things she’d make me do as her slave.

“That’s very nice,” Priya said, carefully listening to the story. “You get another point for experience.”

“Two points! Thank you, Mistress.” I said, clueless about her point system and what it meant for me as a potential candidate.

“Tell me more.” Priya said. “Two points isn’t much.”

I drew a blank. What part of my past could I use to prove that I’d make a good slave? So I turned to the only other thing I could think of. “Mistress, ever since I heard of your beauty, I have not been able to sleep. I was hoping my eagerness to serve you would..perhaps..earn me another point?”

“You just heard about me yesterday, didn’t you?” Priya asked.

“Y…yes…”

“So you spent only one sleepless night thinking about what I might be like.” Priya said. “You get no points for that.”

“Oh…” I turned to the floor and gave up. “I have nothing more to add.”

“You need five points before I can even consider you for orientation.” Priya said. “And orientation is good, you can ask this guy.”

Mr. 27 chimed in. “Yes, it’s the best orientation. During mine, Priya taught me how inferior I am, she told me where I belong and then she slapped me twelve times, so hard.” He drifted off into a little daydream. “It was just magical. She then had me lick her shoes clean and then threw me out of her house.”

“I see,” my mind raced. The very idea of being slapped by a beautiful Mistress made me gasp for breath. There was nothing I ever wanted more, but I still couldn’t think of how I could get those three more points. “Mistress, please tell me what I can do for three more points.”

“You should work out.” Priya said. “Look at this guy, he’s got good muscles.” Mr. 27 took off his clothes and for the first time I noticed how muscular he was. “He got four points just for those muscles.”

“I see.” I sneaked a peek at my own pathetic body and bowed again, nose to the floor. It had to be something other than my physique. It had to be the one thing that I had more than any other guy that could come up to her. “Mistress, I am a very rich man.”

“You already got one point for that.” Priya said.

“I will pay you for the remaining three points.” I said. “Whatever it takes. I want to prove my commitment to you with my money.”

“Alright, you may go ahead and pay me for three points.” Priya said.

“H..how much?” I dared to ask a question.

“How much are you willing to pay me for each point?” Priya smiled, answering questions with questions, like a true dominant should.

I thought for a minute. “Fifty thousand bucks?”

“Is that as far as you’d go,” Priya asked, “for a chance to be among my slaves?”

“A hundred thousand.” I said.

“Again, is that as far as you’d go to be my slave?” Priya smiled.

“Yes.” I said, breaking the pattern. Obviously, Priya didn’t have a set price and I wasn’t going to spend all the money I had for something that wasn’t guaranteed.

“Okay,” Priya said, dropping a card. “My bank details are on that card. Go to the computer room, open your account and transfer the money to me. When I receive the money, I will give you your orientation.”

As I prepared to stand up on my knees, I felt the bottom of her shoe on my head again. “Be careful. You don’t get to look at me, not yet.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I turned around before getting on my knees and scampering to her computer room. I opened up my online banking system, added her details and sent her all the money as I’d promised. My balance was now lowered by a digit, but I felt that it would be worth it. Life is entirely pointless without unless spent in service of a powerful female like Priya. At least, that was what I explained to myself as I watched my hard earned money disappear.

During the five minutes it took for the money to transfer, I waited at the corner of her room for permission.

“You can come in. Nose on the floor.” Priya said. I crawled in, feeling more victorious than last time. I had five points now, whatever the hell that meant. Soon my nose was touching her high heels. “You may sit down now.”

Sitting up on my knees before the Mistress felt much like a beautiful warm sunrise following a spell of rain. Priya had the most shapely feminine form, with long flowing brown hair crowning a flawless round face with perfect features. Her smooth skin was the most brilliant thing in the heavily curtained room. Her long legs glimmered with unlimited pride and power as they flew out below a short black skirt, itching to kick live human beings for pleasure. She had a bright red shirt on, with a warm, black leather jacket to match her shoes.

“Now I know that you’re serious about becoming my slave.” Priya said. Watching her bright red lips move was intoxicating, as was the beautiful perfume that exuded her presence. “Welcome to your orientation.”

“Thh..ank..yu…” I couldn’t believe how extremely perfect she was, every inch of her!

“What I run here,” Priya circled her fingers, showing off her beautiful little apartment, “is essentially a slave network.”

“I…see..” I did see a couple of slaves sweeping her floor, a couple more cleaning up her large collectioin of shoes, some slaves cooking delicious North-Indian entrees for her and one very muscular man hanging upside-down from the roof in her kitchen.

“I have several candidates, working for me at different levels.” Priya said. “Those guys,” she pointed to one of her cooks, “are at level three. That guy,” she pointed to the guy hanging upside-down in her kitchen, “is one of my permanent, approved slaves. He’s at a very high level, twelve.”

“Wow,” I gathered, looking around.

“This guy here,” she pointed to Mr. 27, “is only a level two today.”

“I…see…” I nodded, although I didn’t understand everything.

“You are a level zero.” Priya declared. “The lowest of the lowest.”

“Th..thank you?” I shivered.

“So go ahead and ask me the important question.” Priya smiled.

“H,,,how do I reach the..level ..twelve..thing?”

“Good question.” Priya continued. “It’s very simple.”

“It is?”

“All you have to do,” Priya said, “is bring me gifts. Each time you bring me a worthy gift, I will promote you by one level..”

“You mean…?” I remembered how Mr. 27 had brought me in to meet Mistress Priya. “I need to bring you more slaves?”

“If you want to reach level twelve, yes.” Priya said, getting up from her couch, walking over to the man hanging upside down and trapping his head between her gorgeous thighs. “Each level has its privileges. Level twelve has the highest of them all!” She rubbed herself against her slave’s face with vigor,  simultaneously teasing him and the fact that I was far away from treatment like that. “I use this one whenever I need my ass serviced.” She rubbed her buttocks on the slave’s face even harder smothering him thoroughly, disallowing even an ounce of breath. She stopped as suddenly as she started, returning to her couch. “I also use him as an example of level 12 privileges.”

“I..see..” I bowed, turning mine and her attention to my enormous, throbbing midsection.

“That’s Level 12, you’re a zero.” Priya reminded, strapping up her shoes tight. “You’re nothing,” her leg sprung back and swung around to hit my face hard, cracking my nose bridge instantly. “Zero,” she repeated. “You are painfully useless to me right now.”

I felt thick blood pouring out from my nose but shivered with ecstasy. She wanted to motivate me, and was doing a damn good job of it. I recovered from the kick and sat back to ask, “Mistress, is it compulsory for me to bring you more slaves?”

“Nothing is compulsory.” Priya said. “Becoming my slave isn’t compulsory. But if you want it, you have to bring me twelve live human beings to play with.”

“Understood, Mistress.” I said.

“I like playing with human beings, and you like being played with. It’s a win-win situation I’m offering you.” Priya said. “If you’re ready for it.”

“Yes I am, Mistress.” I said with conviction. I could bring her twelve people. How hard could it be? This was Bangalore, a city of intelligent and submissive geeks. At least, my circle of friends was that way.

“Will you bring me twelve people?” Priya asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you committed to being my slave?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good. In that case, I will mark you. But that is later. For now, you’ll just have to sit and watch me.” Priya said. She turned to Mr. 27 and pointed to her feet. “Take off my shoes. We’ll play lick and kick today.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” 27 said, eagerly opening Priya’s shoes and placing them on the side. Priya stretched out her legs and placed them on 27′s shoulders. “Try,” she said, inviting him with a smile.

27 stuck out his tongue and attempted to lick Priya’s right foot, only to get a hard kick to his face. He then went for the left foot, only to get an even harder kick from that foot. That was the beginning of a long, painful game, where Priya got her feet a little cleaner each time, but Mr. 27 received only pain and a bleeding cheek from it. As painful as it was, I would sacrifice anything to play lick and kick with Priya. She derived supreme pleasure from inflicting pain to him, as well as giving me a preview of my life to come.

“Mistress, if I may ask you a question?” I begged, kissing her floor.

“Yes, go ahead.” Priya said. She wasn’t as uptight about questions as my ex was.

“Why do you have a slave network like this? I’m only asking because I wish to be your slave today, and if possible now.” I asked, even as she continued kicking Mr. 27 and giggling as he bled out.

“I like being powerful, surrounded by a huge team of dedicated slaves.” Priya said, ripping the underside of Mr.27′s eyes with her toenails. “But I also like living in Bangalore, close to my family. Now I can’t go around advertising the fact that I’m a Mistress. That would probably be illegal, and besides, there aren’t as many submissive men out there as you’d think.”

“Oh…”

“That’s why I have a network. Once I recruited my first slave, the first thing I made him do was bring me twelve more. Now they do the same thing, and the new slaves they bring in will do the same thing.” Priya said. “That way, my power and influence only reaches the right people.”

“That’s exceptionally clever,” I submitted. Seriously, I couldn’t think of a better way for a dominatrix to run her business. The only problem was that I’d have to find twelve guys who were as serious about serving her as I was.

Meanwhile, 27 fainted and dropped to the floor in his attempts at licking Priya’s feet clean. She got up and fetched some papers from her cupboard, which she placed on her little table. “It’s time to recruit you. I need you to sign these papers before we can proceed.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I glanced at the papers. These were legal documents consisting of declarations such as ‘I and am willing to pay any amount of money for the services of Mistress Priya, out of my own free will.’ The documents went on to the extent of ‘I am aware of the fact that the services of Mistress Priya could lead to serious personal injury and/or my death, and I consent to it out of my own free will.’ “Do you have a lawyer working for you…”

“In my network? Yes.” Priya said. “He is number 7.”

“Wow.” I said, signing the forms and legally consenting to my own death as Priya’s “level zero” candidate.

“Those are the rules.” She said, separating a few pieces of paper from the stack. “You must go over them before you start working for me. If you break those rules, you’re disqualified.” She then pointed to a clause in the papers that described the terms of ‘disqualified.’ I would have to turn over all my money and all assets to her, and the resulting ‘punishment’ could be anything she so desired.

“Yes, Mistress.” I said, nervously scanning the rules.

“And now it’s time to make it official.” Priya said. “Put your head on that table.” I obeyed. She twisted my face to the side, laying my cheeks flat on the table. Her foot went up and descended upon my neck, toenails penetrating my skin. “From today, your name will be thirty-one.” The toenails dug deeper, my blood erupting from the sides as she ran them across to my jawbone. Among all sorts of pain, I felt dizziness from the extreme loss of blood as she dug her toe out of my neck. “It doesn’t look like much now, but once you reach level two, I’m going to write my name on your chest.” Priya said. “Are you ready to be my slave, thirty-one?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Get out, and go bring me twelve people.” Priya said. “Let’s see if you’re really worth something.”

She removed my cuffs, dragged me out of her house, through to the stairway and made me turn around. She then kicked my face, making me tumble down the stairs, naked and in utter humiliation. As I regrouped, found my clothes and walked home, I knew I had my work cut out for me. Level 12, or die. Mistress Priya was worth everything.

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Like most Friday nights, I went straight to the video rental store after work. Watching good blockbusters on dvd was my idea of a great weekend. The man behind the counter, however, behaved in the most unusual way. He was constantly hinting towards a whole section of the store that I never visited – the adult video section. 

“I’ve got a whole new set of movies for you, man. Why don’t you go check it out?” He insisted, with a sense of subtle urgency. I tried to be polite and follow him that I wasn’t looking for that kind of movie, but he was persistent. “Man, you think internet porn is better than what I’ve got? That’s just because you haven’t seen my selection, man.” 

“Here’s the money for my movie.” I said, laying down the cash for a comedy I’d picked out. 

“Well, it’s your loss.” The guy shrugged off and shook his head, like he’d just encountered the dumbest person alive.

So I succumbed. “Show me the collection.” He took me to the back of his store and showed me all of his collection, constantly reassuring me that it was normal to watch porn, that that’s what men do and it was perfectly normal behavior. He took me through his collection of “hardcore” and “softcore” and “anal” and a bunch of other stuff that did not appeal to me one bit.

Despite his enthusiasm, he was well aware of my position. “I see you’re not interested in these.” I returned a “duh” expression. “What are you into, then?”

“I…” I stopped myself. No one is supposed to know. But this guy rents videos, so what if he found out?

“You can tell me.” He was a mind reader!

“I like s & m.” I said, trying to be least explicit.

“Ooh.” His eyes brightened up. “You love nasty women, don’t you?” He nudged me. “I know man, because I’m the same way. I love watching beautiful women wearing big black leather boots, punishing dudes and showing them their rightful place.”

“Seriously?” I felt at ease, in good company. “I’m shocked that other people are that way. It’s so abnormal, at least I think it’s abnormal of us.”

“Not at all man.” He assured. “God made women so much more beautiful, intelligent and mature than men…there’s a reason for that.”

“I know.” I said, more relieved every moment.

“So,  did you do anything about these dark desires?”

“I used to have a girlfriend one time, her name was Deepthi.” I began. “She’s got big businesses with hundreds of male employees, she’s an elder sister to three brothers. Just the most dominant and authoritative woman I’d ever laid my eyes on.”

“Wow…”

“On the weekends, we’d get together, go to her room. She’d wear her most beautiful black top, a skimpy little skirt and thick leather boots. She’d tease me, tell me how inferior I am, and then she’d spit on my face.”

“Whoa, man!” He was excited.

“Actually, she’d make me beg for it.”

“To spit on your face?”

“Yes.” I continued. “And then she’d lay me out on her bedroom floor, make me take off all my clothes and walk all over me.”

“Best girlfriend ever!” He said.

“And then, when she got bored with that she’d make me kneel on the floor with my head on her couch.” I narrated, constantly nodding and expecting him to complete the story himself but he didn’t. “She’d sit on my face and watch a late night movie.”

“Whoa! Two whole hours of her butt on your face! Man..!” He felt weak on his knees just listening to my story.

“Those gorgeous thighbones crushing my face, especially when she crossed her legs…” I drifted into a daydream.

He returned to the bad news quickly. “You said you *had* a girlfriend? What happened?”

“Oh, she got bored with me.” I sighed. “She said she wanted a real man and I could never be one. So she found another guy, fell in love with him and got married.”

“Aww.” He said. “You miss her a lot?”

“Of course man.” I said. “All I have is her old sandals. I just…”

“I understand.” He didn’t want to hear more details. “So…” At this point, we both came back to the fact that we were in a video rental store. “I suppose there’s no movie I can offer you to bring back those feelings…”

“I don’t watch porn, man.” I submitted. “There’s no video that can replace the feeling of being smothered by a real, powerful woman…”

“What if I could give you that feeling again?” The man asked, his eyes brighter.

“I would love it more than anything.” I shrugged. “But how do you plan to do that?”

“I know the most beautiful and dominant Mistress, she lives just a few blocks away.” He said, feeling quite sure of himself.

“You … do?” I choked.

“She’s a proper Mistress too. A professional at it.”

“She does it for a living? Full time?”

“Of course, man.” He nodded. “And I can take you to her, say tomorrow afternoon if you’re interested.”

“I…” I was overjoyed, but this was too good to be true. “I don’t know, man.”

“Imagine becoming a slave once more in your life. How would that feel?” He asked. He was good at creating pictures in my mind.

“I’d love that.” I confessed.

“Don’t you think it’s worth spending one Saturday afternoon to meet the most beautiful and cruel Mistress?” He asked.

“It sure is.” I was sold. “What’s her name?”

“Mistress Priya.” He closed his eyes and spoke her name with pride, much like pastors do when they mention the name of God.

“I cannot wait.” I said, receiving a few jitters from him.

“Then meet me here tomorrow 2 PM. I will have to prepare you for her, and then we’ll drive over to her place and meet her.” He returned to his counter, knowing he’d done his job. “If you want it, you won’t miss it.”

“See you tomorrow 2 PM.” I repeated, simulatneously feeling excited, curious and confused. At the very least, I was making progress towards my dream. What if I do meet a beautiful Mistress tomorrow?  What if I could become a slave once again?

Abraham stirred again. His mind wouldn’t stop displaying glimpses of a horrid nightmare at the same time, one in which he was stuck between two rocks,  so securely bound that there was no question of escape. “Go back to thinking about Priya,” he’d nudge his mind, but the nightmare returned with more frequency.

Suddenly, Abraham awoke. At least, he thought he was awake, but there was no evidence outside. He felt huge weights crushing his body in all directions. Below him was, as expected, the bed and pillow under his head. Above him was a heavy object blocking his vision and his breath. He tried to move his hands, but felt cold hard metal on his wrists. He tried harder only to hear louder clinks, but no movement whatsoever. He paused and felt the surface on his face. It seemed arched, as if it was designed to smother his face. He then stuck out his tongue and felt the texture of the mass. It was so soft and firm, there was no mistaking that it was Priya’s buttocks. Why was it on his face, and why couldn’t he move his hands? He tried to get his lips away from the soft, damp surface and make words but most cases he’d just end up licking the butt cheeks more. Finally, he managed to speak. “Priya?”

“Oh you’re awake.” Priya’s voice descended from above. “That’s good.”

Abraham struggled under her weight. “Why?” He mumbled.

“Your performance yesterday was poor.” Priya said. “So I sentenced you to death. In the next ten minutes, you’ll be dead.”

“My performance was bad?” Abraham queried, lips between two warm spheres.

“You were hopeless. All night I was wondering why a girl like me would even sleep with a loser like you.” Priya said. “Today I decided that I want to erase yesterday night. If I let you out, you’ll go tell your loser friends about us. You see Abraham, I can’t allow you to do that. So I have to kill you.”

Minutes went by before Abraham could even contemplate a response. “Priya, I promise not to tell… ”

“You are a guy. You’re going to tell, I know it.” Priya said, adjusting herself to seal her captive’s mouth firmly under her ass. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I start farting in two minutes, and the gas will go directly into your lungs and you will suffocate. After that, I will take a shit in your mouth and watch you die from poisoning. If my shit doesn’t kill you, I’m just going to kick your little thing until you die. Any questions?”

Priya laughed as she exploded a few slow stink bombs on his face. Abraham gave in, intoxicated by the odor. “Thank you, Priya. I’m so inferior to you that I deserve nothing more than to die for your farts.”

“That you are.” Priya said, sealing him between her upper thighs and taking a huge shit in his mouth. Gigantic turds of excrement choked up his throat and killed him instantly, exactly as Priya said it would play out. She enjoyed every moment of killing her latest victim. She checked his pulse before getting off his corpse’s face. “Another one bites the dust,” she shrugged as she walked out of the room back to her car.

“Next!” Priya said, turning to the slaves at her door. Moments later she noticed the human being already waiting for her at her feet. “Never mind that, I have something here.” Priya squinted at Rajat and quickly got disinterested. “How much money did you pay in tribute to my beauty?”

“Thirty million, Priya.” Rajat answered, somewhat proud.

“What is your ambition in life?” Priya asked.

“Priya, I want to be your slave.”

“Details,” Priya said.

“Priya, I want to be your shit eater. I want you to hang me upside down in your toilet and take a shit in my mouth every morning. I want to suck your panties when you fart and participate in all the experiments you do on human beings… ”

“That’s very ambitious,” Priya commented. “A little too ambitious, don’t you think?”

“But I gave you so much more money than anybody else…”

“That may be true, but what about the twenty humans hanging upside down from my toilet’s ceiling? Most of them will starve to death before eating my shit even once. What about all the fart slaves waiting under my couch? Even if I kill one of them each time I fart, there would be plenty leftover slaves who wouldn’t ever smell a single fart.” Priya explained with a shrug. “You don’t have a chance, even with all your money.”

“Priya,” Rajat cried, “please tell me how I can serve you before I die and I’ll do it.”

“That’s good.” Priya encouraged, like he had said something right for the first time that evening. “Now you have a good ambition.”

“Thank you??” Rajat replied.

“My boyfriend wanted a human being he could shit on without worrying about the consequences. I’d be so happy if you went to him and died for him.” Priya said, capturing Rajat’s neck between her thighs in a soft, seductive trap. “Would you do that for me?”

“Priya,” he fought, “I thought I was giving up my possessions to be your slave.”

“But you are being a good slave to me if you die for him.” Priya said, rubbing her thighs around his chest and letting him have a whiff of her divine scent. “I want a slave to die for my boyfriend. Now you have a chance of serving my wish and being a good slave, or you can be a bad slave and walk away, without your money of course.” Priya trapped him properly under her buttocks and allowed him to feel their incredible texture. “It would be wrong for you to come to me with a list of demands and expect me to fulfill them, wouldn’t it?”

“That’s true.” Rajat conceded.

“So, you will eat my boyfriend’s shit and die for him?” Priya asked, going for the kill.

“Yes, Priya.”

Minutes later, Priya’s boyfriend arrived, a burly man named Rahul. The couple tied up Rajat’s hands behind his back and Priya announced the game as if Rajat had any chance of winning. “The two of you will fight for me, and the winner will get to kiss me and fuck me whenever he wants. The loser, on the other hand, would have to eat the winner’s shit, wipe his ass clean and be an obedient slave for the rest of his life.” Priya stood on Rajat’s thighs, kissed Rahul while farting on Rajat’s face. “May the winner win.”

Rajat enjoyed the momentary gratification of smelling Priya’s farts, but knew that it was the very last he’d ever get.

The game ended as soon as it began, and the rest of Rajat’s life was dark brownness.

Today morning, I had dared to ask out the prettiest girl in college, Sharada. Literally every straight guy in college had a crush on her. From somewhere I’d heard the saying that if you never try, you never know. As of this moment, I wish I had never known.

I went over to her house to ask her out, which I eventually did. It began with an awkward conversation about her exams, and I just brought up the fact that I had a huge crush on her. She gave me the coldest reply ever. “I’m just not interested.” I turned back to leave her home, but she jabbed her high heels into my throat. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I… was hoping to go back home and cry?” I felt like I was cracking a joke; she didn’t think so.

“I still haven’t given you the rejection session.” Sharada said. “You honestly expect me to just let you go after what you did?”

“I only asked you out…”

“You don’t think that deserves punishment?” Sharada said. “A hopeless boy like you asking out a girl like me?” She slid her heels further into my throat and said that my session was at 12:30, and tied me up to the rim of her toilet seat. Despite bright daylight, I had nightmares about what the rejection session would entail.

Sharada walked in, dressed very differently from this morning. She was wearing just her underwear, black bra and panties, black stockings and black leather boots with silver heels, each over three inches thick. Never had she looked more dangerous, and never had she looked more beautiful.

Her foot went up and crushed me down her toilet. “You know how it feels to have a cockroach crawl up your legs? That is how I feel now.” Sharada’s boot descended even harder, like she wanted to dislodge my head and flush it down her toilet.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled between the treads of her boot.

“A loser like you asking out a girl like me? What the heck were you thinking?” Sharada said, forming a huge blob of saliva in her mouth and spitting it out on me.

“Sharada,” I would have to come up with a substantial offer to calm her down, “I will do anything to make it up to you.”

“Anything?” Sharada laughed.

“Seriously.”

“Of course seriously.” Sharada laughed, “I have you trapped like a lab rat now.” She descended upon me with the sharp edge of her knees cutting through my ribs. “You will do anything and everything I tell you to do. You have no other option now.” She turned around, brought her buttocks up to my face and began to dance around lightly, teasing me with the incredible smoothness of her thighs. “I want you to die for me.”

“But I only asked you out… “

“And for that, you should die.” Sharada said, grinding my face between her butt cheeks. I twisted and turned, but stopped as soon as she blew up a huge fart on my mouth. The sputtering noise eroded my senses and slowly caused me to give up fighting the beautiful creature sitting on my face. I gave up. If she wanted me to die, I would die. “I want you to be my fart slave for the rest of your life.” Sharada said, exploding yet again with a huge gas cloud. “You know what a fart slave is? A human being with no rights to eat, or drink or even breathe anything that’s not my gas.”

“Yes, Sharada.” I inhaled hard. “I will be your fart slave for life.”

“That’s good.” Sharada arose, now that she had me sold on the job. “Come to my room, I’ll give you further instructions on how you can die for me.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“But you’ve done nothing all afternoon,” was my initial reaction, but her wicked smile forced the stress back in. “Priya, if you want to go home, you should absolutely carry on.”

“You have to drop me home, dude.” Priya shrugged. “You are my boyfriend now.”

“Priya, I’m in a soup.” I explained to indifferent ears. “I gave the customers an estimate assuming that we get forty man hours of work done each day. Now if one person doesn’t work,…”

“What car do you have?” Priya asked. She wouldn’t hear a word from me.

“It’s a Hyundai i10.” I said, submitting.

“Hmm,” Priya nodded. “You couldn’t afford the i20?”

“Ummm, no.”

“Alright, the i10 will do for now.” Priya said. “Come on, get up and escort me like a good boyfriend.” I was on the verge of asking her to get lost, but she got up and snapped her fingers. The snap exuded such authority that I found myself down on my knees, begging her forgiveness. She was a natural at being dominant.

“Anything for you, Priya.” I said, and she nodded like that was the most basic requirement of being in her presence. I led her to the office door, held it open for her, carried her bags, held the elevator door open for her, led her to my car and escorted her in like a chauffeur. Every minute spent with her in this mode got me harder.

“You know my address?” Priya asked as she took a seat in the back, occupying much of the space behind.

“I do, Priya.” I had looked it up in the company directory and memorized the route using google maps.

“That’s like a good boyfriend,” Priya said, smirking over the word “boyfriend.” “Chop chop, then. Take me home.” I could barely contain my enthusiasm as I got into the driver’s seat and began to drive. “Today is going to be our first date,” she declared like I had no rights to challenge her. And to think she was my junior developer just three hours ago. “You will come to my room and cook dinner for me and my roommate.”

“You have a roommate?” I asked. I couldn’t help but cringe at the thought that someone would find out about our arrangement.

“Of course I have a roommate, I can’t afford to live by myself,” Priya said, a frown emerging on her face. “You live by yourself?”

“Yeah,” I said as slow as my breath allowed.

“How much money do you make?” Priya asked, disgusted. I told her. “You make four times more than me? I can’t have a boyfriend like that!” Dead silence in the car for a minute. “We have to make some arrangements for that, don’t we?”

“We do.” I swallowed.

“Open up the company’s payroll website and change your bank account details to mine.” Priya said, considering long but not long enough.

“Priya, I worked hard for six years to earn that salary… “

“If you don’t do that, you can’t be my boyfriend.” Priya said. “It’s that simple.”

“But I have rent and car payments and a bunch of other commitments…” I cried. A sharp poke stopped me midway : it was the bottom of her high heeled sandals puncturing my neck. “Shhhhh,” she said, finger on lip. “That’s for you to figure out and you will figure it out. It’s not a big price to pay for being my boyfriend.”

“That’s true.” I could almost taste her sandal’s dust on my tongue, and it was simply intoxicating. My eyelids grew heavier by the moment.

“Now drive properly.” Priya ordered, retracting her foot. I missed a passing bike by a few inches before getting my car back in control. Within moments I lost any idea of what I had just agreed to, but I knew it would hurt me later. She had me hypnotized with her feet. “And while we’re discussing the terms of our relationship,” Priya continued, “I can see other people if I choose to.”

“Of course, Priya.” I said. There was no other right answer.

“But you can’t see other people.” Priya said. “If you do, I will beat you up with a hockey stick.”

“Yes, Priya.”

“I would certainly want an actual boyfriend who is good enough to be with me.” Priya said. “Unlike you.”

“That’s true,” I submitted.

“You will pick me up from my house every day in the morning and drop me back every night.” Priya said. “Surely, that must be obvious by now.”

“Yes, Priya.” I said, sinking further with every one of her terms.

“And…..what else?” Priya wondered in her attempts to think up ways to use me.

“I’m practically your slave now… ” I said.

“Slave!” Priya snapped her fingers. “That’s the word I’ve been looking for.” She did look very pleased. “My first slave, that’s what you are. And I’m your Mistress.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“I do like the sound of that.” Priya said. We drove on for a few more minutes before we reached her house. She didn’t get out of the car until I opened the back door and escorted her. How she thought of so many conditions, I couldn’t possibly understand. Maybe she’d watched a lot of bollywood movies with a dominant female lead, or maybe she just enjoyed the feeling of controlling every aspect of my life.

We climbed the four flights of stairs to her apartment and were greeted by her roommate, Aditi. As gorgeous and dominant as Priya was, her roommate was even more stunning and vivacious. Priya observed my eyes swelling at the sight of her mate and frowned. I bowed, kissed her finger and apologized, she nodded.

“Who’s this?” Aditi asked.

“Well, he’s my new…s… Boyfriend.” Priya said, deciding to let me have a moment of glory.

“Your boyfriend?” Aditi said, sizing me up. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Priya smiled.

“Him?” Aditi persisted. “Your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Priya said. “And he’s going to cook us dinner tonight.”

“Oh,” Aditi said awkwardly. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m so sorry, it’s just that Priya always jokes about these things. She’s such a joker that way.”

“I know,” I smiled, crumbling from within. My ego was tiny enough as is, without needing two gorgeous women to reject me on the same day. “Where’s your fridge?” Keeping myself busy would help deal with it, so I’d cook dinner for them. I got to the kitchen, cooking my sorrows away even as the girls chatted with each other ; I could hear their giggles in the kitchen and couldn’t help but feel like I was the subject of discussion. Priya was telling her roommate about me and our arrangements.

It was time to give up while I still had some dignity and money left…this was going much too far. But even as I got to the hallway to confront her, I saw her in her domestic clothes – the two girls were wearing tiny shorts and some old tee shirts, their long, lethal legs glimmering in the dim lit hall. The only chance I had of being around girls like them was as their slave, so I turned back and cooked them dinner.

“N…. No.” I was taken aback by that question. At that point I did see why the other guys didn’t like her. “I actually don’t watch porn at all.”

She had a good laugh before realizing that I was being serious. “Why not?”

“Let’s just say that my sexuality is different…” I tried to get out of it, but those were the wrong words.

“Are you gay or something? There is gay porn, you know?”

“I’m into something else entirely.” I said. She acknowledged with a curious nod, inviting me to go further. “Do you know what s & m is?”

“S and M?” Priya asked. “Sex and monkeys?” She joked, but soon ceased giggling.

“It’s sadism and masochism.” I explained. I figured I may as well let her know what kind of person I am, if I ever was to have a chance with her.

“Sadism.” She absorbed. “Like someone who feels happy making others sad?” I nodded. “And masochism, someone who gets pleasure from being dominated by another?”

“Exactly.” I had to appreciate her vocabulary.

“So, which one are you?” she asked. “You enjoy inflicting pain on women?”

“No…” I said softly, mind drifting to all sorts of questions. Why would she guess that? Was it because I was her team lead? I must be one crappy leader.

“Oh, you enjoy receiving pain from a girl, ” she concluded. “Wow.” Then she fell deep in thought, hardly saying anything. Several minutes passed before we got back to work, and she said , “that’s very interesting.”

The conversation resumed almost every time we were alone, with questions to the order of “why are you like that?” and “I just squashed a cockroach under my sandals. Does that turn you on?” I just enjoyed the fact that she found it so interesting. I enjoyed almost everything about her and found myself falling deeper in love with her. We were getting closer, but in a friendly way and that isn’t what I wanted. I had to let her know how I felt.

The next time I had her across from me on the coffee table, I told her in the most matter of factly manner I could think of, to camouflage how seriously I meant it. “You do know that I have a crush on you, right?”

Priya smiled. “Of course I know.” A long awkward pause followed. “It’s kind of obvious.”

“So… ” I got back to the coffee. “I just wanted you to know that. I like to make sure that when I have a crush on someone, she knows about it.” True statement that was, all sixteen crushes I’ve had in my life knew about it.

“I don’t feel that way about you,” Priya said, blunt as the wrong end of a pencil. “Are you okay?”

“Pffft, I’m fine,” I said, but nearly crying inside. The air between us got really awkward. I rapidly changed subjects and tried to get my mind off it. I’d surely go home and cry about it anyway.

The end of that day, she walked up to my desk and sat on the cubicle. Everyone else had left for the day, so was just us. “Regarding what you said before,” Priya began, “what exactly did you want?”

“I just wanted to let you know how I felt.” I lied.

“Best case scenario, what would you have wanted when you told me?” Priya insisted.

“I..” I thought hard, distracted heavily by her smile, “I would have liked if you had said that you like me too, and we could be a couple.” I said, trying to sound typical but the delivery was too weak.

“If I was your girlfriend, then what?” She asked.

“You know,…?”

“But that’s just the point. I have no idea.” Priya smiled. “You’re a masochist. You’d never want to kiss me and such… Right?”

“That’s true.” I squeezed out of myself. “I would want to be dominated by you….”

“Give me some specifics.” Priya said, slowly raising her foot onto my thigh. “Tell me what we’d do together if we were a couple.”

“This is practically perfect,” I said, pointing to her foot as it crawled up my groin. She urged me to reveal more. “You’d use me all day, make me do all your work for you….”

“Go on… “

“You’d make me drop you home in my new car every day, you’d make me rub your feet during the meetings,” I found myself sinking, revealing far more than I should to a girl that had rejected me two hours ago. “Essentially, I’d become your slave.”

“Hmm,” Priya considered. “In that case, I accept you. If all you want is to be used, I am fine with it. I would love to use you.”

“But you said you didn’t like me…”

“I didn’t know that you just wanted to be used.” Priya said. “Now shut up and kiss my sandals, you pathetic dog.” The words were angry but a big smile pacified them. She was learning to give me orders. I succumbed, kissing her beautiful sandals in submission. “You are now my boyfriend,” she said, gesturing with her hands over my head as if she were blessing me. “You live for the sole purpose of making me happy.” Priya declared, inhaling deep. She seemed to enjoy having her sandals kissed.

“Yes, mistress.” I said, surrendering myself to her.

“Come, pick up my bags. Let’s go to my place.”

The one-sided relationship had just begun.

“It was wonderful, Priya.” The little boy exclaimed. “When I grow up, I will spend all my life just smelling your farts until I die for you.”

“That is cute,” Priya said, “but there are much better things you could be doing for me now.” The boys were eager to find out what it was. “When your father comes here, you could ask him if he’d let you boys die for me. Ask him for permission and then we can take it further.”

“You mean we would all get to smell your farts?” One boy asked.

“And eat your shit?”

“And die as a tribute to your beauty and greatness?”

“Maybe.” Priya said, blowing her fingernails. “But for any of that, we will need your father’s permission. And that won’t be easy to get.”

“Leave that to us, Priya. We will take care of it.” The boys replied. Minutes later, their father arrived to take them home. The boys crowded him even as he arrived. “Papa, we want to die for the babysitter. Please let us go.”

“What do you mean you want to die for her?” The professor asked.

“If you give us permission, Priya would give us the greatest blessing. She’d make each of us die for her.”

“But what’s the use of a blessing if you’re only going to die for her anyway?” The professor struggled. He understood the brainwashing power Priya had on his children, and realized that there was no way of getting them out of it.

“Papa, please just give us permission. We need the blessing from the goddess.” The boys squealed.

“No, I’ve had enough of this.” The professor said. “I’m not letting any of you die for that babysitter girl. In fact, I’m firing her right away.”

Even as he made his way into Priya’s house, he realized that he was far too late.

Raj’s elder daughter, Priya had just completed her university course. The family insisted that she be the one to take over the company’s operations. The board was wildly opposed to the idea of a twenty-two year old girl handling such a huge company fresh out of college, but it was a family business after all and there was no contesting the family’s decisions in these matters. 

The workers were having a slower day, given that they’d just lost their leader and were now being led by a girl. It was presumed almost universally that they could now take it easy, but they were dead wrong. As cruel as Raj was, his daughter proved to be far far worse. Since the first day of her takeover, Priya began to throw her weight around her dad’s company. She caught a man dawdling beside the machines, grabbed him by his collar and scolded him in front of everybody. Even as the worker tried to plead his case, she gave him a hard slap, bringing him down to the floor with the nearly hundred-strong workforce looking on. A few more slaps, more harsh words ensued, after which she made him lick her sandals. She announced to the company that if she caught anyone not putting in their 110 percent, she’d make them lick her sandals in lieu of a salary.

Since that incident, the company workers had been giving it their all. They couldn’t believe that their ruthless leader had been replaced by an even more cruel daughter. There were talks and comparison of the father and daughter. As short-tempered as the old man was, he never scolded his workers publicly. He certainly never beat up his workers for a miniscule lapse of focus, and the fact that the daughter was a tall, long-legged mini skirt wearing damsel didn’t help matters one bit. Most men couldn’t talk back to her simply because they were dumbfounded by her incredible beauty. Thus began the reign of Priya Raj, the vixen who was now in charge of the company.

The workers’ productivity had shot up higher than ever and the company was more profitable as a result. Day after day passed sluggishly until the last day of the month, which was the pay day for the workers. Priya had summoned all workers to a tiny conference room where they all huddled close together so and maintained safe distance from the boss, the only one entitled to a chair and table. Once they’d all arrived, Priya made her announcement. “My father used the electronic bank transfers to pay you your salaries, but I like doing things the old fashioned way.” She held up a checkbook in her hands and showed it to the employees. “You see, I am of the opinion that some of you don’t deserve a salary this month.”

There was a nervous lull. Could it be true? Some workers wouldn’t get paid their salary? Was that even legal?

Priya stood majestically next to the chair and planted her left sandal on it. “Don’t get me wrong, most of you do get a salary this month,” she tossed the set of checks to an employee and gestured for them to pass it along, each taking theirs from the stack. “But I have chosen four of you to not get salary this month. I think you know who you are. What I want if for the four of you to kneel down next to my feet and kiss my sandal. Oh, and remember that kissing it is not your punishment. It’s just something that would help me think of your actual punishment.”

Siraj was in the crowd that was hustling towards the checks while he stood still. He had feared this day since the first day he saw the new boss, and his heart sank now that it was here. There was certainly no paycheck for a man getting caught on the first day of the new boss’s regime. He made his way past the crowd and appeared before Priya, tears flowing out his eyes. He joined his hands together, shivered down to a kneel and kissed the girl’s feet in a single burst of humiliation hoping to get it over with as soon as possible with the least number of people noticing.

“See, you all know it yourselves.” Priya announced to the crowd. “Come out and kiss my sandals like he did!” Three more men pulled out of the crowd and knelt in line for the humiliation. The checks had all been passed, and the company watched with rapt attention as their young leader walked over the four men waiting to be punished. Their hearts pounded off their rib cages even for the slightest movement the girl made. “We are going to have a great show, folks!” Priya announced to the company as if she were hosting a television series. “You are about to witness just how ruthless this company is about its employees’ productivity. This should be considered as a lesson to all of you there,” she ran a firm finger across the room. A subtle growl emanated from her as she looked at the four she was to punish that night. The four employees prayed to heavens for their lives to be taken away that instant, saving them the pain of what was about to happen.

“Someday we will even gobble up your shit and die for you, Goddess Priya.” The boys responded.

“Maybe, someday.” Priya said. “But for today, I want you boys to run around in circles right here, before me. Every few minutes, I am going to give one of you boys a hard kick, and that boy will be the loser for that round. Once I kick out four of you, the last remaining boy will be my fart boy for the day.”

“But why, Goddess?” one of the boys asked. “Why don’t we all get to smell your farts?”

“Because it is my decision to bless only one of you with my gas today. Who will come first in your final exams if I fart on all of you?” Priya explained. “You boys should stop questioning my divine plan and focus on obeying me before I change my mind.”

“Yes, dear Goddess.” the boys obeyed, forming a circle before her and they began running around in a circle. They were constantly watching her legs to see who’d get kicked out, but Priya gave no clue for over a minute. Her legs outstretched in a fraction of a second, kicking out one of the boys from the painful musical chair game. “Yay! First loser..” Priya announced, whereas the boys attended their brother who had just gotten kicked out. It seemed like his teeth were dislodged from his jaw as he lay flat on the floor bleeding through his mouth. “Do you boys want to play or not?” She said impatiently. “Come on. Get back at my feet. You should be happy that you didn’t get kicked out yet.”

The game continued thus, with Priya kicking out four of the boys and leaving only one unkicked. “Congratulations you little winner you!” Priya said. “I am going to give you the greatest blessing of them all!” She tripped him over to the floor, pinned down his fallen head between her thighs and took a heavy seat on his nose. Sure enough, the promised fart exploded in his mouth. The other boys watched in awe as the lucky brother received the blessing they’d craved for. “It is fun to fart on young boys.  I wonder why I’d never done this before.” Priya bounced her weight on his nose smothering him deeper into her ass.

“You know what?” Priya announced finally. “I don’t care so much if I only have to return four of you to your dad. Today, I will shit into somebody’s mouth and kill him off…”

“Oh yes, goddess Priya. We finished our homework yesterday, so we could have the whole weekend just to worship you.” The boys replied.

“That’s so sweet of you,” Priya cooed at the children.

“Miss, we do have the big exams coming up next week.” One of the boys said nervously. “We were hoping to get your blessings for it.”

“You boys always have some ulterior motive. Always wanting something from me.” Priya sighed. “Anyway, I will bless you boys just a little bit.” The boys looked at her open mouthed, waiting for her instructions. “All of you, go to my shoe cabinet, pick up my boots and lick them clean. I bless all of you with the dirt of my boots.” She checked her watch. “You have half an hour to get as many blessings as you can, after which I want all of you back at my feet.”

The boys ran along as instructed by the goddess and licked every grain of dust off her huge boots collection, and to them it was a feast unlike anything they’d known before. Thirty minutes passed in an instant, and soon they were back at Priya’s feet hoping for more blessings.

“Do you boys realize how inferior you are to me?” Priya began.

“We do, miss. You are a goddess and we are merely mortals.”

“Exactly. I made you lick my dirty boots, but for you people that is a feast of blessings.” Priya observed the eager boys getting even more restless. “It’s time for you boys to receive the highest blessings from me.”

“Wow! What would that be, miss?”

“I will fart on one of your faces.” Priya said. “Obviously, nothing can prepare you for your exams like a big old fart from my divine bum.”

The boys discussed among themselves and concluded “Wow!”

“Of course, usually when I fart on someone’s face, I would force them to sacrifice their lives for me. Imagine, if I farted on your face. What could possibly happen in your life that could top that?”

“Nothing would,” one of the boys said. “Might as well die for you.” Another said.

“Of course you could eat my shit, but you have to be at least eighteen years old for that.” Priya said. “And you’d die for me straight away.”

“Wow! That’s what I want to be when I grow up. I will become good enough to eat Priya’s shit, and then I will die while worshiping her divinity.”

“But I think your dad will not be pleased if I only send four of you home. So we’re going to play a game to decide whose face I’m going to fart on.”

The professor’s kids waited in anticipation to hear the rules of the game.

The girl tried to thank her, only to receive more of her toes in her mouth.

“You both look like you are made for each other.” Priya said. “My two ugly, shit eating losers.” The slaves worshipped her as she stomped over them and sat on the commode. “In fact,” she continued, “I want the two of you to get married right here and now. That would be really interesting for me.” The slaves gazed at each other, nervous. They wondered if she was joking, but realized that Priya never joked about such things. “Let’s start off, then. Do you,” she kicked the female hard enough to make her nose bleed, “take this shit eater to be your husband?”

The girl nodded weakly.

“Of course you do.” Priya then kicked her male slave hard. “And do you take this shit eater to be your wife?”

“I do.” The slave replied.

“In that case, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Priya said. “In two minutes.”

“Two minutes?” the slaves questioned.

“I’m going to sit on her face for two minutes and fart out all the spicy food I’ve eaten today.” Priya said. She got up, laid out the girl’s face flat on the floor and took a heavy seat on her nose. Thus began an incessant eruption of stinky gas on the poor girl’s face, almost killing her with the fumes if not the accompanying hard slaps to keep her still. The ordeal continued for two full minutes before Priya got up and kicked her male slave. “You may kiss your bride.” The slave went forth to obey, and kissed the slave girl who smelled exactly like Priya’s farts. “Suck it off her tongue,” Priya ordered, pushing the slaves towards each other. “You filthy shit eaters are all married now. Look at that. Soon, you are going to make a baby shit-eater for me. Ahhh, I’ve always wanted to take a dump on a newborn baby and see how he turns out.”

The slaves exchanged nervous glances with each other, unable to fathom the cruelty of Priya’s proposition. “You want to shit on a baby?”

“Yes, I do.” Priya said. “Now you turn around, and you push your cock inside her. Fuck her hard, in front of me now. Make a tiny shit eater for me.” The slaves shivered, but realized that they had to obey. The girl quickly turned around, and the guy went forth with his hard prick to penetrate deep inside her vagina. The slaves fucked each other for a few minutes before he exploded his cum into her secure receptacle. Between the heavy heaves and moans, there was hardly any doubt that she had been impregnated.

Priya used her feet to separate the couple. “I guess she’s pregnant now. I’ll keep her alive until the baby comes out.” She pulled out a black marker pen from her pocket and wrote an expiration date on the pregnant slave’s forehead nine months from that day. “You will need a lot of nutrition now that you’re pregnant, won’t you?” Priya asked.

“Yes mistress.” The girl said. “Can I please get some proper food?”

“No, you won’t.” Priya laughed, pointing at her face. “Of course you won’t get to eat anything that’s not my shit. You are nothing but a shit eater, even if you are pregnant. And speaking of shit, I feel like taking a dump now.” Priya grabbed her male slave’s head and began to knock it against her knees, slowly penetrating his head and making him bleed out on the floor. “He is no longer useful, so I might as well kill him off.” Priya kicked hard and strangled him, and within moments she was able to toss his corpse in front of the pregnant girl. “Don’t worry about him, he just died so you can have some nutrition from me. I am going to take a shit on his face, and you eat it up.” That was exactly what Priya did; she took a huge dump on the corpse, wiped her dirty buttocks on the girl’s face and then made her eat it. “Get me the shit-eater baby soon! Bye…”

This story comes from LadkiyonKaGhulam (in English it’s “Female’s slave”) and is a very sensual and arousing femdom story.

Click here to get the story in English.

Click here to get the story in Hindi.

Is kahani ke liye bahut dhanyavad, Ghulam! Likhte rehna..

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Even as the clock struck ten, her doorbell rang. Waiting on their knees with their hands joined were six burly men, hoping to be Chandana’s shit eater. She led them inside and made all of them squeeze under her couch. “Next,” she announced, and the first candidate crawled out to kiss her feet. He then moved before her and placed both her heavy legs on his shoulders, ready for his interview. Chandana took a moment to size him up and said, “Why?”

The candidate trembled, with no idea what to say. “Mistress Chandana, I only wish to serve you as a shit eater and die for you.”

“Why should I shit in your mouth?” Chandana said. “A girl like me can just grab any man and make him eat my shit. What makes you think you are so worthy of it?”

The candidate struggled with this. “Mistress, I was hoping that you would make the right decision about whether I could be so lucky…”

“Wrong answer.” Chandana said. “You will die for me without eating my shit.” She rose in a fit of anger, picked up a lit torch and set the candidate on fire. “You’re fired!” Chandana giggled, as she watched the live human burning at her feet. The candidate twisted and rolled on the floor as his skin burned in red and his insides poured over to the jute rug she’d placed specifically to collect the human remains that would inevitably follow the set of interviews. She even beat up the burning candidate with willow, fracturing all the bones in his body that were still unburnt.

Having killed only her first slave for the day, Chandana took back her seat and called for the next slave candidate. She asked him the same question: why she should shit in his mouth. The second candidate offered a more sensible answer. “Mistress, I have dedicated my whole life to the one true purpose of eating your shit someday. I have trained rigorously for this job, kept myself strong and healthy just so I could meet you and die for you.”

“That’s a good answer.” Chandana nodded. “Now come here and smell my fart.” The candidate moved forth and planted a tight French kiss to Chandana’s flabby buttocks. Somehow, the slave showed enough capacity and presence to swallow it all before Chandana even finished. He probed into her ass to suck her gas out before she let it out, like an experienced fart slave would. Chandana was duly impressed with his performance, and rewarded him by wiping her wet shit on his face. “You are going to be my new shit eater.” She was so pleased with him that she took a huge dump in his mouth and rubbed some stains off in his open eyes. “I found a good shit eater, boys.” Chandana informed the other candidates. “You might as well go upstairs, jump off the roof and die.”

The remaining slave candidates crawled up her stairs and committed suicide, with no hope of ever becoming Chandana’s fart slave.

A laborious wait followed, as Lipika watched her classmates serving the thankless rich girl with no end in sight. She had a small window of opportunity for a minute before the very first class began. She moved over next to Priya and tapped her shoulder. “Hi, Priya.”

Priya replied with a confused glance and a cold shrug. “Hi?”

“I wanted to ask you about yesterday,” Lipika began, only to be interrupted.

“Who are you?” Priya asked.

“Oh,” Lipika’s little heart sank like a lonely rock into the river bed. “Never mind,” she said, trembling. This wasn’t what she expected at all, not even close. She received another cold nod from Priya before she turned away. The class began, but Lipika’s mind loomed around the course of action she would take. No way in hell would she accept that sort of treatment from anyone, even if it was from the most desired girl in school. After the morning classes, she waited like a hawk near the lockers, and Priya did arrive there alone as she expected. “I just want to be your friend,” Lipika said, her eyes welling up. “Is that too much to ask?”

“Yes,” Priya shrugged in a matter of factly way. “I don’t make friends with people like you.” Priya brushed her hands as if to indicate that she were speaking with dust. “I make friends with people my own class.”

“What do you mean?” Lipika ventured, knowing full well that the answer would hurt her even more.

“You’re so… poor,” Priya said. “You dress so poor, you smell so poor and you certainly look like a destitute slave.” Priya placed her hands on her shoulder and pushed her away. “People like you need to keep a good distance from people like me.”

Lipika nearly fell back, from the push but more so from the hurtful words. “But you don’t even know me!”

“I know people like you.” Priya said. “The servants in my mansion have daughters just like you. I don’t want to be seen around some slave class losers like you.. ” Lipika’s face broke into a cry. “Oh, go on and make friends with the other girls. I’m just trying to maintain some standards in my life, if you don’t mind.” Priya said, her tongue unwilling to even finish her sentences nicely.

Lipika cried loudly, perking up the attention of some of the kids around. Priya was suddenly aware of the scene she was causing, and realized that she needed to put out the fire. “Oh alright, you can be my friend.” She spoke directly into Lipika’s ears to ensure that she was heard.

“Really?” Lipika sniffled, calming down with a little smile.

“Yes, you can be my friend.” Priya said. “But you will have to do something for me and prove that you would make a good friend.”

“Yes Priya. I would do anything.” Lipika said, enthused.

“That’s just an expression, isn’t it? You wouldn’t actually do anything I ask for now, would you?”

“Priya, I would do anything to have a friend like you.” Lipika said. Tears seemed to have evaporated from her face momentarily. “Anything.”

“Alright then,” Priya said, taking her aside to the secluded corners of the hallway. “If you are willing to do anything for me,” Priya looked around while Lipika waited with eagerness. “I want you to kneel down here. Right in front of my boots.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Lipika was on her knees. “Now, I want you to stick out your tongue and lower your head.” Priya smiled as she watched her classmate bow down to her feet. “Now lick my boots,” she ordered. Lipika hesitated and looked up to her cruel classmate. “Do you want to be my friend or not?” Priya asked. Lipika nodded. “Didn’t you just say you would do anything to be my friend?” Another nod. “Then lick my shoes, girl.” Priya said, expecting a simple victory, involving the girl giving up being her friend and never having to converse with her again. But Lipika did the opposite – she closed her eyes and began licking Priya’s boots. Instead of feeling pity for the girl at her feet, Priya felt a sense of power like she’d never felt before, and felt rather inspired.

“Can I be your friend now?” Lipika asked, her mouth full of dust from Priya’s boots.

“Not yet,” Priya said, an evil smile taking over her face. Her facial muscles had almost no memory of her ever smiling, and felt the change refreshing. “I’m convinced that you would lick my boots for me, but I’m not yet sure that you would do anything I ask for.”

“Anything, Priya.” Lipika cried. “You name it and I will do it.”

Priya felt a tickle in her heart. “Follow me back to class, and I will continue to test you.” She walked and Lipika followed like a well trained pet. “Sit next to me in class, and we will see how good a friend you would make.”

Priya took the ball from her, acknowledging her with the most subtle nod. “I’m thirsty,” Priya said. “Bring me some water.”

Despite the cold response, Lipika began to drool at the very opportunity to serve the charismatic girl with some water. She got to work immediately, running to the sides of the playground where the water dispensers were usually placed. They were there, but none of them had any water in them. So Lipika ran to the stairs, climbed up four floors to reach the classroom and picked up her lunch basket. It had a half-empty water bottle, good for one or two big sips. Grabbing the bottle in hand, she climbed down the stairs, back to the playground and back to the basketball court to hand the bottle to Priya, who had just shot another basket and missed. “Water,” Lipika was panting so hard that words refused to make their way out of her mouth. By this time, much of the paperazzi had cleared to the other sports, so that only Priya and Lipika remained in the basketball court.

Priya grabbed her water bottle, opened the nozzle and squeezed hard to get a big drink of water. As she swallowed, she pointed to the ball which was now rolling away. Lipika understood instantly, and ran hard to fetch the ball, even as Priya finished all the water in her bottle. “There you go, Priya…” Lipika smiled, handing over the ball.

Priya tossed the empty water bottle randomly, then turned towards the basket and bounced the ball a few times, preparing to take another shot. Lipika watched as Priya gracefully took a few strides with the basket pole and made another wild shot. Lipika felt proud being a ball-girl and a water-girl to Priya, and each time she fetched the ball she would make an attempt to ask her the question lurking in her heart, but her shyness would prevent the words from coming out. Much of the sports period passed in silence, with Priya making the shots and Lipika fetching the ball wherever it went. This particular sports period was the last hour of school, so they would both be going home half an hour later. Having fetched Priya’s basketball a few dozen times, Lipika gathered the courage to speak her first words. “I’m Lipika, by the way…”

“Okay,” Priya nodded without a smile or gesture, then returned to her game, shooting for the basket and missing it again. It was almost as if she were shooting that badly just to make little Lipika run away and fetch the ball like an obeisant puppy. Lipika thought she could never grow tired of fetching the ball for the coolest girl in class, but eventually she did. She badly wanted to pick up the ball and try a few shots at the basket herself. But Priya would have to stand and watch, and that is not a risk she wanted to take with a girl of such stature. The minutes slowly slugged by, and it was nearing 5 PM- time to go home. The basketball in hand, Priya checked her watch and addressed her ball girl. “It’s almost five,” she said.

“Y..yes Priya.” Lipika’s heart began to pump copiously again, like she’d just been addressed personally by a Goddess. “It is 4.57 PM…”

“My bag,” Priya said, “is in class.”

“Oh, is that so?” Lipika said, grabbing her chest to make her heart slow down. “My bag is in class too, Priya!”

Priya waited for a few moments and began to tap her boots. “So…?”

“Oh, yes. I will go upstairs and bring your bag for you, Priya.” Lipika said, the realization dawning slowly upon her. “You sit in the 4J bench, right?”

“If you know it already, why do you ask?” Priya shrugged.

“I’m sorry, Priya.” Lipika turned around and raced upstairs again. In class, she grabbed her own bag along with Priya’s bag, both lunch baskets and raced down to the playground again. A huge crowd was rushing out of the gates, but Priya was in no hurry to leave- she’d either go before or after the mass dispersal, and on this instance it had to be after. Lipika brought the bags to Priya, but she didn’t take them from her. Instead, she just looked away in the distance whilst tapping her little boots on the floor. So Lipika had to continue carrying the bags for some time until Priya decided to move. “Unhhh,” she struggled, “how much longer, Priya?”

“My driver was supposed to be here five minutes ago.” Priya said, “and my bags were supposed to be here too.” She had a subtle frown on her face, like she were blaming Lipika for the delay.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Priya.” Lipika said, still dazed about talking to the coolest girl in class. “I should have brought your bags fifteen minutes back, and then we should have continued to play…”

“We played?” Priya returned a cold expression. “Anyway, there is my driver. Come.” She walked out of the gates and made for a silver luxury car waiting for her across the street. She began to reprimand the driver before getting in while Lipika played the role of a coolie, opening up the back door and setting down Priya’s bags for her. A minute later, Priya moved towards the back door and stepped inside.

Lipika couldn’t stop herself this time, so she spoke up. “It was such fun playing with you, Priya.”

“Whatever.” Priya dismissed.

“You are great with the basketball,” Lipika lied.

“Hmph. I took like 40 shots and only four went in.”

“No, it was only 38 shots and you made five baskets, which is…good.” Lipika said, almost blocking the back door so she could have one extra minute with Priya. “This car is so beautiful! I come to school on my bicycle…”

“Too bad,” Priya said, still cold as a stone. “Now close the door.”

“Priya, I wanted to ask you just one thing before you leave.” Lipika said. “Priya, will you be my friend?”

Priya spoke the last word as her car pulled out of the school’s parking lot. “No.”

Lipika sank to the ground and watched the still ground blur into a gray fog. Priya said no. A few deep breaths, a dozen streams of warm tears and a score of sniffles followed, as her mind absorbed what had just happened. Priya said no- she didn’t want to be friends with her. How could she be so cruel? Lipika had done everything- she sacrificed a sports hour just fetching Priya’s water and her basketball, without being given a single chance to play herself. She fetched her bags from the fourth floor and had essentially worked like a dog for one hour. At the end of it all, Priya didn’t want to be friends with her. She slowly consoled herself, thinking that maybe Priya didn’t know her well enough. All she had to do was try to spend more time with her, then she would win her friendship and it would all be worth it. Red eyed and exhausted, she turned around to find her lone bicycle in the parking lot, climbed on and sped towards home, determined more than ever to become a friend of Priya’s. No matter what it took. At home after dinner she tossed and turned, itching to meet Priya again and ask her why she didn’t want to be friends with her. She then prepared an elaborate script of what she would say when she met Priya the next time, and her anticipation of the next day kept her awake through the night.

“But we have a shortage of shit eaters, don’t we?” Aditi asked.

“That is the point. We may have enough slaves for us in this very room.” Priya glared at the girls to the side of the room, sitting quietly. “As soon as we discussed a massacre, the girls here are all eager and excited to kill a few boys. But the women here are doing nothing about it.”

“So? What does that mean?” One of the more docile women asked.

“There are two types of people in the world.” Priya stated. “The lowly shit eaters, and the people who like having their shit eaten by live humans. I’m guessing, if you girls aren’t interested in using these shit eaters, you probably don’t belong to the same society as we do.” She circled her fingers around herself, Sharada, Chandana and Aditi. “I think it’s time for you girls to join the slaves here and die for us.”

“That is ridiculous,” another girl dismissed. “We don’t want to eat your shit.”

“You see, that is where you are so mistaken.” Priya stretched out her legs and stuffed her foot in the girl’s mouth. It was an infamous move of Priya’s, the way she captured most of her slaves using the odor of her feet. It was incredible how much effect it had on the submissive girl. “You should eat my shit and die for me in front of all your little classmates. Be an example to them.”

“No!” The helpless girl squealed, but Priya had already gotten up and dropped her skirt and panties. “Shut up,” Priya said, taking a heavy seat on the girl’s mouth and farting into her nose. “Die for me, and you will feel so good.” Priya began dropping heavy turds of hot, fresh shit in her mouth even as the other girls watched in horror. “It’s so much fun shitting into a girl’s mouth for a change.” She told the other mistresses. “She’s much noisier than the men I always use.”

“It’s a shame, having such a weakling in my party.” Chandana said, grabbing the weak girl’s nose and forcing her to inhale Priya’s solid excrements through her nose and mouth. The girl squealed and twisted for dear life, but between Chandana’s merciless hands and Priya’s explosive buttocks, there was no question about what would happen. She choked on the stinking turds of shit and died between Priya’s thighs, her corpse tossed to the sides along with the rest of the victims of the pizza party.

“So you see, girls. There are a lot of potential shit eaters here in this room, especially among these useless girls here.” Priya announced, opening the floodgates for a lot more brutal violence and blood to flow.

“Apparently,” Aditi stormed into the pack of her classmates and randomly enslaved one of them by grabbing her ears. “Do you want to be my shit eater?” She asked, slapping the girl hard and bringing her to her knees. Before she could scream for mercy, she received a hard kick of death from Aditi’s boots, instantly decapitating her. “This party is going to be a lot more fun than we thought,” she said, celebrating the fresh kills with the Mistresses.