You rolled your head, stretching your neck in an attempt to prolong having to submit to one of Katelyn’s choices despite getting away from her. It was humiliating that she still had so much power over you, but you had no easy decision or way out of that. After having mulled it over, you sighed, visibly still very ashamed and upset about this whole scenario. She unabashedly bathed in it, not knowing she was relishing her last moments of control over you. “I suppose I could owe you one…” You had no intention of actually paying her back. Once she opened that door, you were gone out of her life and were going to make every attempt to avoid her until graduation. She made a mock pouty face as she had probably wanted you to pick a rougher option. After a moment of silence, perhaps hopefully wishing you’d change your mind, she rolled her eyes and sunk deeper into her bed.
“You just don’t owe me, you owe me a big one remember? That’s the deal.” Katelyn turned her head to stare you down back into some sort of submission. You conceded, letting her have that one, and she beamed, settling back into her mattress. “I suppose I could let you slip by with that...say, you wouldn’t mind if I cashed that in right now would you?” She didn’t even let you have a moment for that to register, much less react. Instead, your captor laughed a screeching laugh, grinning from ear to ear and kicking the foot board in happy excitement. Your face turned pale and you slumped. She turned over, opening the top drawer of the white nightstand and reaching in. Flipping back over, she held a phone to her ear, already in eager conversation with someone.
“Yeah, yeah I got him to owe me a big one. Yeah I know right!? They never know what that means!” She took the phone away from her ear for a moment to let her friend laugh.
Between her own giggles, she managed to say “Hey Brian, you know Sam right? Black hair, basketball team?” Seeing your eyes widen, her laugh turned maniacal as she went back to her conversation.
“Oh he knows who you are alright. You should’ve seen him just now, it looked like he was going to piss himself. I know right! Just like a little dog hearing thunder. Yeah I have him here, in fact I even have him locked up and cornered in my room. Come right over, he’s eager to be property of Sam and the basketball team for the week, aren’t you Brian? Oh! Did you hear that Brian? If she comes over and doesn’t see you under my feet, she’s going to snap you like a twig! Oh that did it, he’s definitely pissing himself now. Come here Brian, get started. Hahaha I know right? Alright Sam, love ya and see ya soon.”
She set the phone back down in the drawer and sat up straight on the bed, facing you. With a stern finger, she pointed down at a now extended and flexed foot. The command was obvious, and she knew she had you right where she wanted you. She even had you where she wanted for the next week despite your best negotiations. Who knew, she and her friends could probably extend this for however long they wanted. You fell to your knees in defeat, pleading for an ounce of mercy. Anything but this nightmare. Katelyn didn’t even consider it, stating that you should’ve been more obedient. Afterall, if you just listened to her, it would just be her feet you’d get acquainted with. Now’d you have to become intimate with the entire basketball team and their captain, Sam.
What was either a lightbulb going off in your head, or a desperate last pseudo-rationalization, you stepped forward before ducking past her and diving for her drawer. If she had her phone in there, surely she had other valuables in there, like a key. She gasped in shock as she watched your frantic actions, maybe you did have a bit of fight still left in you. Getting up to your knees from the poor dive, you ripped it open only to immediately see the top of her phone sticking out from a sea of socks. Gulping your pride, you raised your hand to plunge it in to see if your gamble was successful when Katelyn had enough of your antics. She lashed out, kicking your neck and toppling your unsteady form like a sack of potatoes onto the floor. Groaning, you rolled over and prepared to get back up, only to see the madwoman reach behind the dresser. With two hands and a bit of effort, she brought the sturdy wooden bed stand crashing down onto your vulnerable legs.
You gasped and cried out in agony, trying to move it off before it completely crushed you through. But to no avail, the thing was heavier than you’d ever give it credit for, so you could only watch as she reached into the wreckage of socks and splinters, pull out a key, and drop on your head as if it was any use to you now. She hopped off the bed, instead sitting on the nightstand. The added pressure made it unbearable, causing you to throw your head back in scream in misery. To that, she only placed a single foot across your mouth, smothering your whining under her arch. She smiled, cocking her head as if to ask what’s wrong, as she slid her other foot towards your nose. Just as she was about to pounce for the final kill, the doorbell rang and she jumped up, further forcing the nightstand into your pulverized self. For once, she was out of your sight and you pushed and pulled, but it was simply too much for you. Ironically, you were going to have to wait for your captors to come and save you.
After a moment or two of squirming, you consigned yourself to quiet gasping as you waited for the two to come back up the stairs. And so it took you off guard when you only heard one set of footsteps. From what you could hear, they weren’t soft enough to be Katelyns. Then you realized, you didn’t follow their commands correctly. You didn’t willingly worship Kate’s feet in the time it took for Sam to get here. With renewed strength, you pushed again, but only made it budge the tiniest of space. Then the footsteps stopped. From where you were, you could just barely see the hulking frame of Sam entirely dam up the space in the doorway. She wasn’t fat, nor too muscular. It was mostly just sheer size and being big boned that made her absolutely gargantuan.
Dropping her gym bag, she glanced around for only a moment before seeing your crippled frame pinned underneath a nightstand. She grinned a dopey, smug grin, and shut the door behind her. “Looks like you’ve been a bad boy. Are you making a mess of your generous host’s room? Look at it, there’s socks everywhere and you’ve gone ahead and toppled some of her furniture. Now that’s just not going to do. We’re going to have to teach you some discipline huh?” She strolled over to you, easily removed the pinning object, jammed the drawers back in, and collapsed herself down on the bed frame, which creaked and groaned underneath her powerful form. Petrified and still gasping, you look up at her giant legs and even bigger, more muscular chest. Her limbs were like telephone poles attached to a tank and they rippled with pure, unadulterated strength. Bulging and straining against her gym shorts, her sleek, shining, legs rose up so she could take her tennis shoes off.
“Bud, you have chosen a terribly bad day to end up underneath me.” Even she coughed a little as she peeled her bare slabs of flesh called feet from inside her shoes and a toxic fume filled the once spacious room. She parted her black hair and forced an evil smile through the fog. You tried to retreat into yourself from the eye watering stench, then outwards. You started to crawl away from the bed, towards the bathroom. Anything to get away from that. “Oh no no, I worked hard to get these at their most fatal. Come here.” She shot a foot out, connecting square with your back and crumpling you. After all, a single one of her feet was the easily the size of your head and much, much stronger than you.
Having the wind knocked out of you for the second time that day, you could offer no resistance as she reached down and snatched you up, throwing you down on the bed like she would to a rag doll. You splayed out, devoid of any fight, and she eagerly set about having her way with you. She first pushed you to a side of the bed, then rolled you up in all the blankets and sheets as tight as she could manage. And manage she did, your lungs were as constrained as they were under the nightstand. Then, she tucked you underneath her thighs as she would a saddle, instead reaching her feet out to greet your face than letting them hang down like she would on a horse.
Your eyes watered from both raw fear and the unadulterated stench of her soles as she stretched them out to you, rubbing them up along your neck and tickling your lips with her toes. Your body, firmly stuck within the blanket prison, was pinned and helpless against her gleeful and merciless attack. All you could do is wait it out. Her big toe prodded your sealed mouth in a silent demand to open, but you stalled for as long as you could against the rough flesh of your assailant. You could feel each line of her toe print as if it was sandpaper, and you felt no urge to service them and followed.
She was having none of it, bringing her free leg up to her chest before crashing it into your chest. The blankets, as fluffy as they were, were no cushion against her punishment, and her foot made quick work of your chest, radiating pain through your rib cage amongst sounds of cracks and groans. You screamed out, only for her to take the opportunity to shove her foot into your now wide open mouth. Instantly, sweat, grime, dirt, and hours of what else she picked up exercising poured into your mouth. Your watering eyes now gushed in unabashed tears, and you whimpered what you could from under her smothering, sickly yellow sole. She basked in it, all too obviously planning of the future for you.
During the conquering of you and the sounds it brought on, neither of you noticed Katelyn leaning in the doorway, and of course she had some ideas about this whole venture.
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