The first thought that occured to you was that her feet were rather pretty on a first glance. Sure they were large but that was to be expected from the clown queen of crime. But otherwise they were slender with cute curled toes each topped with the black and red paint. Unfortunately that gave way to the second observation. Being in that latex jester outfit and boots most of her day had clearly marinated her body in her salty sweat making her feet reek to the point you could feel your eyes watering.
The sweat seeped from her pores and had caught dirt and grime from the warehouse floors making the massive soles into smelly dirty torture devices. Almost instantly you wanted to fight back but the sudden wracking pain of electricity that ripped through you put a stop to that. Harley gave you a disappointed look as she moved her raunchy feet closer to your face.
"I JUST warned you about that dumb dumb. Geez you're actin' like ya don't wanna kiss my pretty feet. And they're soooo ready to kiss you." She teases before suddenly her feet fly down and slam onto your face with a wet slap. Instantly you let a muffled scream ripple into her large feet making her snicker as she gently rubbed her soles up and down your face smearing it with her cheesy sweat. You reached to grab her ankles but a stern wiggling of the strange device made you forcibly lower hands and endure the horrid stench of the clown queens feet. As you gagged on her foot stench the feet finally lifted a bit, hanging right over your face, a single drop of sweat splattering on your face. "Now, they kissed you. It's time for you to kiss them...or else." She said with a devious smirk swinging the shocking device on a finger.
Part of your brain screamed at you to fight back once more. But the shocking pain forced you to reconsider. With eyes clenched shut you leaned forward and gave it a quick peck. This was rewarded with another horrible wave of electricity surging through you leaving you panting and rapidly inhaling the cheesy foot fog from her feet.
"Not like that silly. Kiss my big stinky feet like they are your bland un-inspired superhero love interest. Or else more shockey shockys." She taunted. You had no choice and she knew it. Gulping hard, you pressed your face between her grimy feet forcing your tongue and lips into a revolting sloppy kiss. Her sweat and dirt slipped into your mouth setting your taste buds alight with the salty bitter taste of sweat and dirt forcing even more agonized gags in between wet smooches while Harley laughed and wiggled her toes, sometimes catching your tongue and sawing between her toes with it depositing even more of her foot funk into your mouth. All the while she taunted you.
"Awww how sweet, they're in love."
"Look at you, not just getting the girl but getting TWO girls."
"If only mista J kissed me soooo passionately."
And on and on further humiliating you as you suffered before her smelly feet. Finally you could take no more, gasping for fresh air but finding none as her feet slapped on either side of your head and continued to permeate the air around your head. She grinned down at you, your face covered in her sweat and dirt that once covered the bottoms of her feet but now painted yours like a new mask.
"That was fun huh bat wannabe? And we're just getting started. Who knows when mista J is gettin outta Arkham so we have tons of time to kill. But how to play next." She mused as she drummed her toes on the floor, slightly filling you with dread. Something that humiliated you as soon as you thought it. That train of thought was broken though as Harley chimed back in with a new idea.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.30 seconds at 3:41pm on Nov 02, 2024 via server web2.