As the words came out of Rouge's large mouth you found yourself paling. Rouge expected you to spend all of your energy rubbing her feet right away? She wasn't a devil for nothing, but that idea didn't lower your dismay any. You hoped she was just joking but these newfound memories, coupled with Rouge's incoming fingers told you such was not the case. Rather rough yet elegantly Rouge's massive fingernail scooped you right from her cleavage. Out of the canyon you saw she was clad in nothing but bra and panties, and as much as it pained you to accept it; she was still unrealistically beautiful.
Sighing, you sat down on Rouge's purple fingernail and tried to sort this out. You still had memories of being with Rachael...and yet...you had all these memories with Rouge too. You couldn't tell which were right. You had to go back to the beginning of it all...your birth...your school years...they were basically the same. Up until one day...Rachael seemed to have a break down, and Rouge took over...and somehow you were forced into marriage. Far from a happy one at that, day in and out Rouge expected to be treated like a Goddess. If you were a good "Husband" you got rewards like sleeping in her cleavage, being bad tended to screw you over. Years passed like this, and in these memories you soon resigned yourself to this fate...and then came along kids...the same kids you had with Rachael? Same in appearance and everything, only...with a new Mom their attitudes were NOT what you liked. What the hell was going on? You had two lives in your head, what was this the Twilight Zone?!
Rather violent shaking on Rouge's part disrupted your thoughts; forcing you from under her fingernail towards the foot of the bed. A good thirty foot drop; only letting you live due to the springs in the bed. It was only one strong, painful landing but you were alive...you hoped. Rising to your feet your jaw dropped; right before you were without a doubt the two most beautiful feet you had ever seen, taken care of unrealistically well. You weren't a foot man but...it was nice, sad it's owner was a complete demon. The last thing you wanted was to start massaging these feet, each tall enough that you could never hope to climb one in a full month, but for some reason...your body began moving of its own accord. Before you even realized it, your hands...no your whole body was rubbing itself against Rouge's towering foot, allowing all sweat and smell to come upon you.
In your head you were still confused about all this, what was going on?! Was this a dream?...Was your life with Rachael a dream? Were you somehow sent into some other world? None of this made any sense! All you did know...was this you did NOT like this situation at all. A life where every second you were Rouge's slave. It was hell.
It felt like...tears were sliding down your cheeks....they weren't but...it felt as if they were, it was odd. But, somehow you knew, deep down that you were going to be living this life for a long time. With each passing second your hands wiped away more stress from Rouge's soles, absorbed more sweat, and humiliated you further. This sucked!!! And to make things worse you just knew from these memories and intuition that Rouge was simply high on power from this, getting the Goddess treatment she desires constantly...ugh it was disgusting. All through your life you had known her she was like this, dressing in those tight leather outfits that revealed her cleavage. Always wearing bras too small so they looked bigger...born with beauty unrivalled. Her whole goth thing even at her age...she was amazingly hot but Rouge made it up with no morals...you headbutted her foot a few times in frustration.
"What's wrong dear?" God the way Rouge said that irritated you, more like she made a last second change to pet if anything. "You aren't licking, kissing or even having sex with my foot...I do think someone's gotten a tad spoiled. Heck, you aren't even applying any real force there either!" All of the things she mentioned...you never would've done them but...in your Rouge filled memories you had, you were broken...and she loved it.
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