There was no time to resist or run as the huge foot crashed on top of your small body. Now stuck in between the hard hot foul foot of 50 and the floor all you do is try to wiggle out. Nothing works as each stime you strain the pressure increases stopping you are forced to take in hefty breathes of the rapper's pungent foot ordor. "Why'd you stop?" he asked, "Well since you done with that foot rub you can lick in between those toes of mine. They haven't been cleaned for months." 50 bragged as he rose his foot over you and wiggled his meaty toes. There was a collection of lint and toejam all glistening with sweat. Gulping you just lay there accepting you fate as he brings back down his foot. This time in front of you pointing to his feet you scramble to your feet and rush to lick in between the toes of your new master.
Your face scrunches up and both the terrible smell and taste of everything. Along with that your ears are insulted with 50 comments about how this would be your dinner for tonight. As your tongue licks in between his toes and the along the side of them you're stomach begins to become unsettled. Hunching over you feel yourself about to puke. This all was torture, looking down at you was a disappointed power hungry giant. As he kicks you across the room in anger, "Who told you to stop!" he shouted walking toward you. Your side hurts and you thought maybe a rib or two might be broken. Even though all of you might soon be broken as 50 towers above you.
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