You were the founding member of the Phantom Thieves. Currently, You and Ann were separated from the others while in Mementos.
“Where are they!” Ann groaned as the two of you walked through the railroad tracks. You simply shrugged, and Ann groaned again.
“We couldn’t have gotten too far from them,” you said, slowly walking in a random direction.
“Are you sure? Cause it looks like we did.”
You never had time to notice before, but Ann’s suit was dangerously skin tight. The way it hugged her curves left little imagination to what her nude body would look like, and the way it made her ass look so large, and the heels that you were positive would feel amazing pressed against your skin...
You really needed to stop before she’d notice your boner.
As the two of you walked aimlessly, Ann suddenly put her arm out in front of you.
“Hey...do you hear that?”
You were about to ask her what, until the sounds of cracking whips made themselves known to you. It was odd. It wasn’t the chains that belonged to the Reaper, which meant that this must be another entity all together. Whatever it was, you and Ann had to leave.
The sounds came closer, and the two of you ran in the opposite direction. However, the faster you ram, the more louder and closer the sounds became, until eventually, as you turned around, you saw an entity chasing you. It was a tall creature, wearing a tattered robe. It was levitating, and held a pistol in one hand, with a knife on the other. However, unlike the Reaper, the quick glance at it didn’t fill you with dread, it filled you with lust.
It must have known, since it raised the pistol toward you. It shot a beam of pink light, however it missed you and enveloped Ann. She screamed as she fell to the ground. You quickly caught her, and as you turned around, the creature vanished.
“Hey...you ok?” You asked. Ann groaned, and her eyes opened. She looked at you, and pushed you off of her.
“What makes you think you can put your filthy hands on me!” She yelled. Ann quickly got up, and slammed her heel on your hand. You winced in pain as she looked down on you.
“Disgusting. Don’t you dare look at me!”
Next, Ann kicked you in the chest, making you fall over on your back. She placed her heel on your chest, and leaned forward.
“Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be my equal.”
She took her boot off, and placed it above your mouth.
“Kiss it. Kiss my boot to show how worthless you are.”
The creature had to have done this, but how, you knew not. What you did know, was that if you refused, you would most likely have to fight Ann, and that would be the last thing you’d want. You took a deep breath, and kissed her heel. A wicked smile spread across her lips, and she folded her arms as she looked down at you. The feel of her latex boots on your lips was not unwelcome, but the situation...could be better.
“Good. You’re doing so good for someone so worthless. Worship my boots, slave.”
You shouldn’t be feeling this. Your heart shouldn’t be beating so fast. Your pants shouldn’t be tightening around your groin. Your breathing shoudln’t be so labored.
But it was. You enjoyed this. Despite the fact that Ann had been brainwashed, you still found pleasure from this.
You slowly opened your lips, and trailed your tongue across the top of Ann’s boot. It was slightly dirty, yet it had a smooth texture to it.
Ann watched you lick and kiss her boot. She scoffed, spitting on you in the process.
“Gross. How can you actually like this? Licking my boot? Are you a masochist?”
Ann removed her foot from your grasp, and placed it on the back of your head. The heel was grinding against your hair.
“If you like it so much, why don’t you become my little pet? Well? Take off my boot!”
Ann removed her boot from your head, and you got up. She shoved it in your chest, and you grabbed a hold of it. It was cold and smooth to the touch.
You pulled the boot off, and an aura of sweat immediately came out. She wiggled her toes, the mere sight made your mouth salivate. They were plump, long, and painted red. Her soles seemed smooth, and your heart and groin once again began to be filled with blood.
Ann smirks, and makes you...
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