danza
10-28-2002, 6:08 PM
The next few weeks were horrible. Since Yamina and her friends choose me to be there personal slave, I had to serve them almost every day. That could be licking their feet clean or even clean their armpits with my tongue. Every once in a while, one or more of them wanted some sexual attention and they sat on my face. Well, at least if I did as they told me, I did not get beaten up. From Skinny, the other girl in our cell, I heard that the old woman, who was their former servant, was in the hospital now with some broken ribs and stuff like that. Not such a great thing to look forward to, so licking dirty feet in that case seemed easy.
After a few weeks, I was called again to one of the meeting rooms. It was the lady from the ambassy coming over to check me out. Knowing this was not a good thing either, I got up and followed the guards. There she was again, now wearing a white blouse, some black pants and black ankle high boots with chunky heels. Her pants were a little short, showing some of her lower legs. She was smoking a cigarette.
"Well well, you look like shit, stupid girl" she said when I entered the room. I looked in the mirror and indeed, my face and my clothes were dirty. She pointed towards a bucket of water on the floor and told me to get on my knees and wash my face. I was surprised she was this friendly for a moment so I kneeled and held my face over the bucket. Suddenly she put her boot on the back of my head and forced my face in the water. She pressed down hard so I could not get up to get some air. I struggled hard but I was in an uncomfortable position. She just kept her boot on the back of my neck. It seemed like to take forever and I was about to drown. Finaly she let up and I could breath in deeply.
I fell to the floor, trying to get my breath. "I told you to lay low and not to mess with the others !" she yelled. I mumbled something like "I could not help it..". "Silence !" she ordered while she put her boot on my throat. She told me she had heard about what happened to the old lady and what had happened to me the last few weeks, evenly increasing her pressure on my throat. Again my face turned red from the lack of air. She looked down and shook her head. When I was about to pass out, she let go. She stomped down hard on my stomach. "Stupid" she said.
I started to excuse myself for gettin into trouble, even though I realized it was not my fault. I stayed on my knees and crawled over to her, begging her to help me out of here. She just sat at the table, her legs crossed. I crawled a little closer and started kissing and licking her booted foot. She looked down at me, then kicked me hard in the face. I rolled over backwards and lay flat on my back. She got up and walked over at me.
Lookin down at me she stepped upon my chest, my breats smashed under her hard soles. I got tears in my eyes from the pain. "So, you decided to be my slave, rather then Yamina's?" she asked me. With her weight on me, I would have said yes to anything so I knodded yes. She lifted one foot and put the sole on my lips. "Well?" she asked. I understood what she wanted and started licking her dirty sole. After about ten minutes she changed foot and then let me lick her other sole clean.
After that, she stepped up on my face with both feet. I got a feelin like my head was exploding. I had someone standing on my head before the last few weeks but never with such hard soles on my forehead and the chunky heels on my cheeks and chin. Standing there she explained that she would take me as her slave. "This will make Yamina mad, she likes you as her slave I heard. Ah well, she will find another victim" she said. "So, if you agree to serve me, I will have you out of here in three days. The choiche is up to you, just say the word" she said laughing. With her boots on my face I could not say a word. Neither could I knod or shake my head. I tapped my hands to floor, hoping she would understand I gave up. She laughed out loud and stepped of my face. She grabbed me by the back of my blouse and lifted me of the floor. She held me in front of the mirror, showing me her footprints where clearly imprinted on my face. "That goes to show that you are my property now...".
"A nice carpet you are" she said while she spitted in my face and released her grip. Exhausted I fell to the floor again. She sat down at the table again and removed her boots. "Crawl over her and show me once more you are my footslave now". I crawled over to her and started licking her sweaty feet. They where warm and sweaty but soft, not like the callused soles of Yamina and her friends. I tried my best to lick them clean between her toes. I could taste the toejam on my tongue and swallowed it all down to please her. "That's good, swallowing my toejam is a nice touch to it." she smiled. "OK, I will pick you up in three days, but from now on you are MY slave. I don't wanna hear you serve Yamina or one of her friends anymore, you got that stupid bitch?". I got the idea, but how did she expect me to live up to that. Like I had a choiche back there in the cell.....
After a few weeks, I was called again to one of the meeting rooms. It was the lady from the ambassy coming over to check me out. Knowing this was not a good thing either, I got up and followed the guards. There she was again, now wearing a white blouse, some black pants and black ankle high boots with chunky heels. Her pants were a little short, showing some of her lower legs. She was smoking a cigarette.
"Well well, you look like shit, stupid girl" she said when I entered the room. I looked in the mirror and indeed, my face and my clothes were dirty. She pointed towards a bucket of water on the floor and told me to get on my knees and wash my face. I was surprised she was this friendly for a moment so I kneeled and held my face over the bucket. Suddenly she put her boot on the back of my head and forced my face in the water. She pressed down hard so I could not get up to get some air. I struggled hard but I was in an uncomfortable position. She just kept her boot on the back of my neck. It seemed like to take forever and I was about to drown. Finaly she let up and I could breath in deeply.
I fell to the floor, trying to get my breath. "I told you to lay low and not to mess with the others !" she yelled. I mumbled something like "I could not help it..". "Silence !" she ordered while she put her boot on my throat. She told me she had heard about what happened to the old lady and what had happened to me the last few weeks, evenly increasing her pressure on my throat. Again my face turned red from the lack of air. She looked down and shook her head. When I was about to pass out, she let go. She stomped down hard on my stomach. "Stupid" she said.
I started to excuse myself for gettin into trouble, even though I realized it was not my fault. I stayed on my knees and crawled over to her, begging her to help me out of here. She just sat at the table, her legs crossed. I crawled a little closer and started kissing and licking her booted foot. She looked down at me, then kicked me hard in the face. I rolled over backwards and lay flat on my back. She got up and walked over at me.
Lookin down at me she stepped upon my chest, my breats smashed under her hard soles. I got tears in my eyes from the pain. "So, you decided to be my slave, rather then Yamina's?" she asked me. With her weight on me, I would have said yes to anything so I knodded yes. She lifted one foot and put the sole on my lips. "Well?" she asked. I understood what she wanted and started licking her dirty sole. After about ten minutes she changed foot and then let me lick her other sole clean.
After that, she stepped up on my face with both feet. I got a feelin like my head was exploding. I had someone standing on my head before the last few weeks but never with such hard soles on my forehead and the chunky heels on my cheeks and chin. Standing there she explained that she would take me as her slave. "This will make Yamina mad, she likes you as her slave I heard. Ah well, she will find another victim" she said. "So, if you agree to serve me, I will have you out of here in three days. The choiche is up to you, just say the word" she said laughing. With her boots on my face I could not say a word. Neither could I knod or shake my head. I tapped my hands to floor, hoping she would understand I gave up. She laughed out loud and stepped of my face. She grabbed me by the back of my blouse and lifted me of the floor. She held me in front of the mirror, showing me her footprints where clearly imprinted on my face. "That goes to show that you are my property now...".
"A nice carpet you are" she said while she spitted in my face and released her grip. Exhausted I fell to the floor again. She sat down at the table again and removed her boots. "Crawl over her and show me once more you are my footslave now". I crawled over to her and started licking her sweaty feet. They where warm and sweaty but soft, not like the callused soles of Yamina and her friends. I tried my best to lick them clean between her toes. I could taste the toejam on my tongue and swallowed it all down to please her. "That's good, swallowing my toejam is a nice touch to it." she smiled. "OK, I will pick you up in three days, but from now on you are MY slave. I don't wanna hear you serve Yamina or one of her friends anymore, you got that stupid bitch?". I got the idea, but how did she expect me to live up to that. Like I had a choiche back there in the cell.....