This choice: Threaten to kick her ass • Go Back...Chapter #4Threaten to kick her ass by: Unknown "Or else I'll kick your ass!" you shout.
"Like to see you try!" she says. You run at her and force your shoulder into her stomach, effectively tackling her to the ground. She quickly gets up; as you get up she slides to your right and quickly grabs your wrist of your right hand. While holding it, she pushes you back to the floor. You scream in pain as she twists your arm behind your back. As you fall on your stomach, she sits on your back (while still holding your wrist) and stradles you so that one leg is on each side of you. Because of how close her legs are to you, your other hand is pinned under your stomach and you can't pull it out because Kelsey's leg prevents that arm from moving.
"What the hell, Kelsey?" you ask, trying to squirm away.
"Shut the hell up," She yells, "You think you're such a badass? Well, now I'm going to make you my bitch!"
As you continue to protest, she kicks off both of her converse sneakers, revealing her feet covered in knee-high black and pink socks. She shifts her body up so that she is sitting on the arm behind your back. She begins unlacing her sneakers. You don't see this obviously, but are still distracted because when she moved up, she re-positioned her legs so that her feet were flat on the ground and almost touching each of your cheeks. The sweaty stench penetrated your nose immediately.
"Move your stanky-ass feet, you bitch!" you scream while trying to move your head away.
"YOU'RE the bitch!" she screamed back, "see?" she asked and giggled as she rubbed her socked feet over your face for a few seconds. This made the smell even more intense. After a few seconds of that she said "unless you want my foot in your mouth, I suggest you shut the hell up!"
Not wanting to even imagine that unpleasantry, you withold further comments.
About 30 seconds later you begin to feel something being wrapped around the wrist behind your back - you quickly put together that this is why she needed the shoelaces. She moves her left leg slightly and snatches your arm from under you (painfully) and wraps the shoelace around that wrist as well. She knots in-between them, then pulls them together and knots the shoelace again. She uses the second shoelace to reinforce the bond. While she's doing this, you try to tell her to knock it off, but she just rubs her socked feet on your face again and you stop.
"How do you feel now, Mr.Badass?" she asks in a condescending tone. You struggle to free your hands but to no avail. The shoelaces were tied very tightly.
"Alright," you say, defeated, "you had your fun - I get it, you're stronger than me. Now let me up."
"I don't think so..." she said snidely. She pulls her right foot away from your cheek and brings it behind your back. A few seconds later, she puts the foot back down - now without a sock. While her black-painted toes look nice, you know that the smell eminating from them isn't. She repeats the process with her second foot.
"what are you doing?" you ask, slightly irritated at the situation.
You hear nothing. You start to ask again and suddenly you feel your sister lean foward and shove a wadded piece of material into your mouth, using her fingers to stuff it completely in. You gather from the incredibly salty taste that this is one of her socks. You mmmph in disgust and try to use your tongue to push it out. However, before you even get a chance to do so, she wraps the other sock around your head - over your mouth - and ties it behind your head, effectively cleave-gagging you. As if the taste of her sock wasn't nasty enough, because of the sock tied around your head, you were still subjected to the smell of the socks.
You mmph your disgust and fight against your bonds, but without effect. Your sister laughs and starts rubbing her, now bare, feet all over your face, making sure them spent adequate time over your nose. The smell was nearly unbearable. You mmmmmph loudly, but she just laughs.
"What's that now, Mr.Badass? You like my feet?"
You mmmph a "no", but she continues anyway.
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