Chapter #7Your sister walks in by: Akuma   "Well, what do we have here?" says a mocking voice next to you, breaking you out of my shock, causing you to look to your right, only to immediately be filled with dread at the discovery of who was the own of the voice. Entering the door was a tall beautiful woman, with a lean and lithe build. She had luscious dark brown hair that reached down to her upper back, some of it draping over her shoulders. She wore a black midriff shirt and tight blue jeans, showing off the mature curves of her body and on her feet were light brown open-toe sandals, exposing her toes with nails painted dark red. This was your elder sister and boss, Amanda.
Your face flushed with shame and embarrassment. It was bad enough that your parents, thinking that you needed to live with my sister, thought that you would learn some responsibility by working under her. Like you mentioned before, you took this job(therefore agreeing with your parents' decision) because it assured you that Amanda wouldn't fire you, but you would sometimes regret making that choice as you would not only work massage parlor, but would also be forced do all the chores at her house such as cleaning the rooms, kitchen, bathroom, cooking our meals, etc. She would sometimes give you a break and do the housework herself as she was no problem doing them, but that's only if she was feeling in a generous, which those were few and far in between during the time you have been living with her, as she loves to use you as her servant, which is what you essentially are. This dynamic of mistress and servant had caused Amanda to look down on you even more than before, more so metaphorically than physically now as she towers over your 5 '2 with her impressive height of 6' 0. Seeing you kissing the black-hair woman's sole would not only give Amanda a good laugh and blackmail material to hold over your head for at least a long while, but would also most likely inspire her to have you kiss her feet as well after work.
"Well, don't stop on my account, shrimp," says my sister, looking down at your keeling form, your lips still pressed on the other woman's barefoot as you are frozen in shock. "Please by all means, continue to provide our gorgeous customer's feet an outstanding lip service," She finishes with a laugh, causing anger to well up in me as well. You were tempted to stand up and yell at, but couldn't' as the woman you were serving still had her right foot firmly planted on your shoulder.
"Actually, he had just finished working only left foot, and is now going to kiss my right," says the woman in question, causing you to instantly look at her in shock as she set her left foot down on firmly on your right shoulder before lifting her right foot and brought it to your face, the sole lightly touching your lips, filling your body with fear. "Well?" asked the woman, looking at you with a threatening glint appearing in her piercing blue eyes, almost challenging you refuse her order. Amanda looks at you expectantly as well, having enough confidence in you to have enough sense to obey the command. So, with great reluctance, beginning kiss the bottom of her right foot, starting at her heel as you would slow work your way up.
Amanda walks up right behind you, looking at the stunning ravenette with a smirk. "How has his service been Diana?" inquires your sister as she discreetly places her hand on your left shoulder, not that you would notice as the reveal of the mysterious beauty's completely stole your attention. Diana? Why was that name familiar?
Diana shrugged, "He's been slow when acting on my directions, but has massaged my feet pretty decently," She answers my sister about my performance. Though you can't it, you feel Amanda's disappointed frown at your direction as she expected you to do your job efficiently. Diana, however smirks teasingly at you, "Though his "lip service" to my feet does make up for his lack of urgency," She finishes with her review, slightly lifting her left foot before softly rubbing her toes against your cheek, causing you to look up from her foot to her face. The superior smirk she gave you was like her way of saying "your welcome" to you. However, you didn't feel thankful to her at all as her review of him kissing her feet felt less of a complement of skills, and more of softening the blow Diana made about his ability as a masseuse.
"I was hoping he would fully acclimate to his job as a masseuse by now, but I guess I was expecting too much," says your sister, looking at you again as you moved from kissing Diana's sole to the underside of her toes. Amanda's blunt vocalization of her disappointment in you causes your eyes to well up in tears. Despite being mean and treating you poorly, Amanda was still your sister and had hoped that maybe one day she would love you and treat you with respect, but that hope seems more and more unlikely at this point. "Though, I suppose that it doesn't matter at this matter at this point," Amanda finishes. This made you pause from kissing Diana's toes, getting a bad feeling of what Amanda's comment could imply.
Using every ounce of courage you had, you turned from Diana's foot, looking at your sister. "What do you mean?" you nervously asked.
"It means today will be your last working here as well as living as a free man," Amanda coldly answered, freezing you up in shock and fear. He was fired?! Sure he was slow but could still do his job relatively well! Wait, his last day as a free man, he could possibly know about...
"You didn't think I wouldn't know about you illegally hacking into the Justice League mainframe and copy of their secret files, did you?" She asked rhetorically, "That's why I'd contacted an acquaintance who just so happens to a member herself and told her what happened," says Amanda, finishing her explanation. Your body was completely stilled, fear and terror overtaking you as your worst fear or being caught had been realized. What was even more shocking though was the reveal of your sister knowing someone from the Justice League, but who was it? Then a memory flashed in your mind, as you slowly turned your towards the mysterious beauty with your eyes widened in realization. That name; Diana, you finally remember why it sounded familiar. She was...
The woman in question smiled deviously, sensing that you had connected the dots. "I see you finally placed it together. I am Diana of Themyscira, also known as Wonder Woman," she stated, finally revealing her identity.
You tried get up in order to escape, but Amanda had a firm grip on your shoulder, preventing you from leaving. "You're not going anywhere," said your sister, as she tightened her grip on your shoulder, making you yelp in pain and halting your attempts to escape.
"I hope you understand the gravity of your actions. Stealing those files could have been for the Justice League, so don't expect any mercy from me," Diana warns, her voice also turning cold just like Amanda's
"Please wait, I didn't mean to-," Diana interrupts your attempt find an excuse, rearing her right foot back before slamming into your face, snapping it to side as your glasses flew to the ground. Your head continued to hang sideways as the side of your face that was just kicked was throbbing with unimaginable pain. Diana's left foot lifts your head up by the chin before tightly sandwiching your face between her soles. "I don't care enough to hear your excuses, so do not open your open unless I permitted," the amazon threatens, as she proceeded to sliding her feet back and forth against your cheeks, making you groan from the pain.
"For someone who graduated high school last year early at the age 15 due to his supposed "intelligence", it sure didn't stop you from being stupid and making a costly mistake," Amanda's voice sneers. You felt an intense pressure from the the back of your head, as Amanda took off her sandals before planting her right foot on the back of head, digging her toes into my skull. You began to whimper pitifully as the pain of your head being sandwiched between Diana and Amanda's feet were becoming too much for your consciousness to handle, dark spots staring to overtake your vision.
"I could take you to prison and let you live out sentence there. However, I have a more suitable punishment for your; as my slave!" Diana revealed before your mind finally succumbed to unconsciousness.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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