Victoria scoffs at your pitiful attempt to massage her sole. "Pathetic," she says under her breath. "You call that massaging? You're supposed to be worshipping me, you little bug." She leans over and pincers you between her finger and thumb before you can even try to redeem yourself.
"Little-- man." Her eyes locked on you, her massive face grimaces in annoyance. "What are you good for, huh? If you're no good at even the simplest of tasks then what good will you be at anything else." You're frightened but more than anything you're saddened. "Come on, bug. I'm talking to you. Answer me!" she shakes you around like a child playing with a toy.
"I.. I... uhh..." Your mind is wracked, you can't think of anything, but you don't want to admit that. "Anything, Victoria. I'll do anything to please you. Just please don't hurt me," you cower. She scoffs again. "My god, you're such a little pussy. Then again, if I was in your situation I would be frightened too." That comes off like a threat.
Victoria's face grows a smirk as she thinks of an idea. "I know. Since you are such a little pussy, maybe you'd do well with your own kind." "What-- do you mean, Victoria?" You cower. "What do you think I mean, little guy?" And with that, she uses one hand to pry her panties away and then lowers you down to her crotch. "This is your last chance. You'd better make it count."
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