I continue the File nr.27995 story here insted

[powlow]

For some time ago I started to write this story that I placed in the "Face-sitting and smother" column, but since it contains little bit of this and that so far and even other elements are going to be included once it continues so I figured that this column is more suitable.
Beside those 2 previous chapters, so there are now 3 more, all quite long and most likely there are gonna be at least 3-4 chapters still coming once I get the time.

English is not my native language, but I have tried my best to cut down the errors to a minimum.
Enjoy and please do leave a comment how you like it so far/ powlow

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REPORT FILE NR 27995-FV/- FS/S
(Written by Powlow)

( Quinn City World republic Court: Room 7)

 Case Nr. 27995-FV
 Judge Beatrice Layton
 Quinn City State –Versus- Slave Nr. FD / 39662-P

In the case of (Slave Nr. FD / 39662-P)

This slave was resident at the Quinn City North Compound and was intended to be sold at the North Slave-Market.
On July 14th this slave was given order to widen the ditch along the south barb-wire and at 9pm when guards (Tina Leighton and Susan Togburn) went to retrieve the slave back to barracks so they could not find the subject and hit the alarm button.
The whole compound was searched and every slave counted, but slave FD / 39662-P remained missing and were reported as a fugitive.
Three search groups were send out, but the slave was not found.
The following day as it is a normal practise in North Compound like in any other compound to prevent and discourage from this kind behaviour so one slave* was selected to act as an example as what kind of consequences a attempt to escape had.
(* That slave was first given ZT-5 drug to prevent him from going unconscious and then hung upside down from his feet onto the pole in the compound yard and 30 guards were selected to carry out the punishment that is called “The ring of lash”.
This meant that all 30 quards stood around the slave that had been stripped naked and then whipped him with their Bull-Whips until death occurred and in this case it took almost 7 hours.)

In further investigation it was revealed that the slave had been able to dick out a deep enough hole under the electric wire with the spade that made the escape possible.
All the slaves are of course well aware that a attempt to escape is punished by death and executed by the quards with their choice of method that most often was by kicking and trampling the slave until death.
One possible reason for this escape was found to be that the previous day the camp’s head mistress Lady Angelica Clemens had strapped the slave into her special “Chair” and sat on the slaves face for several hours and during this time farted numerous time’s and since it was well known around the camp that her fart smelled absolutely horrendously, just like a mixture between sewer water and rotten eggs so the quards suggested laughing that it maybe was the reason.


Slave FD / 39662-P remained missing for 12 days and were during this time hiding in the forest area just south of Quinn City.
A hunting-team found the slave in a corn-field and he was taken to the nearest correction centre and thereafter to the cell-blocks in the supreme court-house of Quinn City.
Trial was conducted by Judge Beatrice Layton the 29th of July and she ruled the verdict to be the death-penalty and after some consideration and examining all the papers so she chose with a amused smile on her lips that the “Suffocation Class 3-PM-R” method that is considered to be one of the most ruthless and horrific ways to “Face-sit” a victim to death was to be used and the announcement made all the around 200 ladies in the courtroom to burst into laughter.
4 quards took hold of the slave, they dragged him out and as he was dragged along the floor near the first row of benches so several ladies looked down, smiled with an amused expression and said with a very mockery tone that “Oooh, poor…..Poor little piggy” and started laughing.
Class 3-PM-R suffocation means that the slave is first send to the Medical unit where a large rubber-tube is inserted into his rectum and a another rubber-tube is pushed into his penis, then the slave is bagged into a rubber-bag and strapped onto the bunk and both rubber-tubes are pushed thru a hole in the middle of the bunk so that they can be inserted into the floor-holes once he has been installed to the “Execution-Room”.
The bunk is a kind of an old hospital bed that can be raised or lowered to the right level and it has wheels for an easy transport.
The victims head was pressed into a hole on a “Rubber-seat” and secured tightly so that he would not be able to move his head even an inch at any direction and once all the preparations had been made so the victim was unable to move at all.
The slave was kept at the medical unit a few days before he on the 6th of august was made ready for the execution by the medical staff and given then over to the quards that would take him into the Brigall house that was selected as the execution place because of it`s central location.

This method with the rubber-tubes is always used with Class 3-PM-R suffocation because once the slave has been strapped down to the bunk so he will not be taken of until he is dead, so the rubber-tubes serve the means to remove the slave’s excrements while he is alive without any unpleasant odour for the ladies.
At 4am in the morning of 7th of august the slave or “Victim” as they often are called after the courthouse has ruled a death-penalty so he was taken to the truck that was used to deliver him into the “Public-room”. This Public-room simply means that all the ladies in Quinn City and by all means also from other city’s can take part in the slave’s execution and sit on his face and there are plenty of ladies that take these kinds of opportunities to show in person that they believe and support the laws of Quinn City and then of course for the simple reason of having fun and amusement, face-sitting a helpless victim and taking part in the torture was something that no lady would say “no” to.
Because of the enormous amount of ladies that wish to use these occasions to enjoy themselves torturing the victim so it is common practise to restrict the number of ladies to 8 that can be in the room at the same time.

The number (3) in the class means that the slave is to be kept alive as long time as it just is possible and for this reason two ladies from the medical staff are to be in the room during those hours that the room is open to the public and to administer medical treatment if necessary to keep the slave alive and assure a slow and extremely agonising death and with the Class 3-PM-R suffocation method it can take several weeks.
The letter (P) stands for public and the letter (R) means simply “Rubber” and all this is very common knowledge, so all the ladies that enter into the room to torture the completely helpless and defenceless victim and sit on his face, do so most often with rubber-knickers on them, sometimes also with trousers and skirts that are made of rubber, but different kind of rubber panties and knickers are the most popular to use because they give a good sense of the victims face under their asses.
The execution-room is open for the public from 10am to 6am the following morning and that means 20 hours of continuous suffering and horrific agony for the victim since there are thousands and thousands of ladies that are very eager to make the victim suffer, so the room is never empty…. On the contrary, during the 20 hours that the room is open every day so there are 8 ladies in the room simultaneously all the time.

Since the Execution-room was open 20 hours a day and there were always to be two members from the medical staff so that meant three 8 hour pass for 3 teams.
It is a normal procedure for these ladies from the medical staff to keep the victim alive, but also to observe in order to write a report on daily bases that then will summon up to the final report once the victim is dead.
This following report has been written by Kathy Worcester who worked together with Veronica Sherton; these two ladies from the medical staff had been assigned to handle the 10am to 6pm shift.

4 day’s before the slave was taken to the “Execution-Room” so a large sign was placed outside the Brigall house that was located at a very busy street, it announced the date, time and method of the execution and also the rules even if that was not necessary since every woman and girl knew them so well.
At 6am the 7th of august the slave was taken into the Execution room where he would suffer in horrific agony for several weeks to come by merciless torture, conducted and carried out by the ladies of Quinn City.
When the slave was taken into the room so the bunk was locked down and then both of the rubber-tubes were connected to the holes in the floor under the bunk.
Those 3 quards from the council that took him to the room checked all the straps so that he was secured well and good before leaving the room laughing.



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CHAPTER 1

(> Report written by Kathy Worcester [Day 1]

Veronica Sherton and myself, Kathy Worcester at the arrival to the Brigall house first went down to the locker-room and changed to our medic-outfits before entering the “Execution-room”.
Our medic uniforms as normally consisted of low heeled rubber-boots with quite pointy toe-part, rubber aprons and gloves and once we had our “Uniforms” on so it was time to enter the Execution-room.

We inspected the equipment for different revival methods that had been installed there and they were just fine, pads for electric shocks, smelling salt and several rubber-tubes for clearing the victims throat and mask`s that could be used to administer extra oxygen and several kinds of emergency medicine.
On the table was also some rubber-rings that could be inserted into the victims mouth to keep it open, these were used when administering liquid nutritious sustenance to keep the victim alive, but the ladies had found another use for those rubber-rings and knowing how several of these executions had been conducted before so it was more then likely that they would be used.
Veronica and I took a look at the report about the victim where it stated the crime, sentence and different kind of other information and we saw that this victim was short, only 5`6 and 23 years of age and reading this made both of us to smile and we knew that the ladies would enjoy and find it very amusing to torture that victim.


We turned then to look at the victim who was strapped onto the bunk tightly and as so often, that victim seeing us started to beg for mercy and because he knew that he would be slowly tortured to death so he was begging us to kill him with a weak and trembling voice.
Veronica and I started to laugh and we told the victim that we were going to do everything we could to keep him alive as long time as it was possible and see to it that he would suffer really badly.
Veronica bended down slightly and whispered into the victim’s ear that “COMING HERE WE SAW THAT OUTSIDE THE ENTRANCE IS ALREADY A LOONG LINE OF LADIES JUST WAITING TO GET THE OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE YOU SUFFER AND THEY WILL GET IT”. and the way that victim reacted made both of us to burst into laughter and we were really looking forward to watch lots of different ladies torturing that totally helpless victim.
Next we did all the preparations and took then a coup of coffee in the next room that was our coffee and lunchroom and waited until the clock was almost 10am.


When we re- entered the Execution-room so we could hear lots of ladies voices, laughing and giggling from the large waiting room where they could sit comfortable in couches and there was a little bar where they could order drinks and also the opportunity to order food and coffee.
The service was so good that lots of ladies used this place to stop at to have coffee or drinks while they were in the city area doing shopping or in other business and then of course while they anyway were there so they took the opportunity to have some fun and enjoy themselves face-sitting and torturing a convicted slave.
All the ladies were very familiar with the rules that gave every lady the opportunity to watch 7 different ladies face-sit the victim before it would be their own turn, except the first 7 ladies since only 8 ladies were permitted to be in the execution-room at once, those first 8 ladies were given a free DVD-ticket as compensation.
The clock was 9.55 and to further torment the victim so it was placed right on the ceiling over the victim so that he could see it come closer and closer 10am when the room would be opened to public.
Veronica poked at me and pointed at the victim and we both laught a bit because the victim who also of course heard the ladies in the waiting room was trembling in panic and to be perfectly truthful so it was quite understandable that the victim was in panic because he was lying there on the bunk completely helpless and the next 20 hours lots of different ladies was going to sit on his face and conduct the agonising and painful “Smother-Suffocation Torture”.

In fact, during the week that the victim had been held at the medical unit so he had been forced to watch a videotape that showed how the last victim had been tortured during 8 weeks before he finally was unable to be revived and was declared dead and the method used with that victim was exactly the same that he had been sentenced to.
The Execution-room was constantly filmed with high resolution cameras from 2 different ankles, one from the ceiling and another from the foot-end of the victim and when the victim had died so those tapes were edited into a 8 hour long double DVD.
Quinn City state council has it`s own site where they sell these DVD’s in a large variety of different kind of methods to deal with slaves and the absolutely most popular ones are “Execution Series” where a slave is tortured and killed with different methods like > Trampling, stomping, kicking, whipping and so on, there are plenty of different methods used like you all know and often several methods were used in the same execution.
The DVD from this execution that was about to start belonged to the “Smother” category and like the rest of the “Execution Series” so it also was very popular and sold in millions of copies that generated a very good profit to the state and helped to keep a high standard like with the waiting room in this facility.

( Day 1 > 10am)

As the clock turned exactly to 10 so a green light was lid in the waiting room.
Veronica and I went to open the door to discover that the whole waiting room was totally filled of ladies and 8 of them stood just in front of the door with a big smile on their lips and they all had different kind of latex and/or rubber outfits on them, most of the ladies in this first group were between 35-50 years old.
We let them in and as those 8 ladies gathered around the helpless victim who was trembling and almost about to cry so they all started to laugh with a very mockery tone in their voices looking down at the victim the same time…………Then the torture started.
A stunningly beautiful lady in her 40`s stood just at the victims head and looked down at his terrified eyes with a smile on her lips that showed very clearly how much she was enjoying this and said “ I’M GONNA MAKE YOU TO SUFFER UNDER MY ASS NOW YOU PIECE OF SHIT”.
The victim started to beg for mercy with a weak trembling voice and was quite near to burst into tears and all the ladies found this very amusing, then the lady pulled up the zipper at the back of her skirt and revealed the black rubber knickers that she was wearing and turned around so that her ass was above the victims face who was staring up at her black rubber knickers in a state of panic.
With a sadistic smile on her lips the lady deliberately started very slowly to sit down onto the victims face to prolong his agony seeing her ass coming down and once her rubber-glad ass just touched his nose and she could hear the helpless victim whimpering in panic so she smiled amused as did the rest of the ladies also around the bunk.
Then slowly, very slowly the lady sat down, her rubber knickers enveloped the victims face fully and his whimpering was muffled to half, but as the lady sat down with her full weight and the victims face was covered completely and disappeared under her rubber knickers so there was no more whimpering that could be heard, just some very weak moaning.
One of the ladies around said then with a sarcastic voice “OOOH, HOW SILENT IT BECAME”. And all the ladies started to laugh and another lady said “AND WE ALL KNOW THAT WHEN IT`S SILENT SO THIS LITTLE DIRTY PIGGY IS SUFFERING LIKE HE SHOULD BE”.
The victim had absolutely no chance what so ever to get any oxygen and he tried in total panic to struggle against the leather-straps holding him, but it was of course utterly useless and the lady just continued to sit mercilessly on the victims face with a smile on her lips.
After a little while they all could see that under the rubber-sack the victim’s chest started to move faster and faster as the oxygen in his lungs was empted completely and how he started to tremble and wriggle that little he could.

The lady sitting on his face enjoyed that very much as did the rest of the ladies also watching and after a little while the “oxygen level meter” that was at the victims legs and connected to him started to make and tell with the peeping noises that the victim was about to go unconscious.
The lady sat until the very last moment before she lifted her ass and there was a moist sound when her rubber knickers game of from the victim’s face that was almost blue and as he draw that first air into his empty lungs so it burned and hurt so much that the victim started to cry in agony and pain.
All the ladies burst into laughter while the victim was panting for oxygen and the lady that had been sitting on his face kept her ass just above the victims face and said “THAT`S IT….. TAKE A FEW DEEP BREATHS NOW YOU LITTLE SHIT BEFORE I SIT DOWN AGAIN”.
Every lady could do two “Sittings” and hearing this the victim opened his eyes and saw her rubber knickers just couple of inches above his face.
All the ladies burst into laughter once more when they heard the victim whimper and cry in total panic and try in a desperate attempt to move his head, but it was a totally useless attempt because the victims head had been secured so that he could not move it at all, not even an inch and then he heard the lady’s mockery voice as she said “THAT`S ENOUGH AIR FOR YOU LITTLE SHIT”.
The victim saw helplessly as the lady’s rubber knickers game down and he was then enclosed into total darkness as the lady sat down again full weight and covered his face completely and snuffed out his whimpering and crying against her rubber knickers and as it got quiet again so they could hear how the victim was crying, it was a very muffled sound of sobering, but there was no question about it and all the ladies around the bunk started to laugh out loud while that helpless victim was suffering and those ladies laughter just grew when one bend down a little and said “OOOH POOR LITTLE BOY....SOOO….SO HELPLESS AND IN THE HANDS OF LADIES WHO DON’T EVEN HAVE THE WORD “MERCY” IN THE VOCABULARY”.

The lady sat again until the very last moment before the victim would pass out with a satisfied smile on her lips that told clearly how enjoyable this was to her and when she then sat up and pulled the zipper back down so she was looking down at the victim panting for air in agony and said with a mockery tone in her voice “I’M GONNA BE BACK TOMORROW FOR SOME MORE FUN”.
Several of the ladies around congratulated her for the excellent piece of work that she had conducted on the victim.
She left then laughing the room and another lady entered instead for her into the Execution room so that the number of ladies was kept at 8 and the suffocation torture continued as the next lady moved to stand just at the victims head and raised her skirt to reveal that she also was wearing a pair of rubber knickers.

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CHAPTER 2


The victim was staring in total panic up at this new lady’s rubber knickers and started to sob and cry like a little baby and begged at the same time for mercy.
All the ladies around looked amused as that victims tears were running down his cheek and one of the ladies said then “HEARING A HELPLESS VICTIM CRY AND BEG IS LIKE MUSIC IN MY EARS”.
All the ladies burst into laughter and the lady that was about to sit on the victims face turned around a little and said “MERCY??? DO YOU PIG THINK THAT YOU WILL GET SOME MERCY HERE”.
As she turned around again ready to sit on the victims face so rest of the ladies were looking at with a mockery smile on their lips and enjoying the victims panic-stricken whimpering that in the next moment was very effectively silenced as the victims face disappeared completely under her rubber knickers.

During those minutes that this lady was suffocating and torturing the victim so Veronica received a phone call from the head office saying that the head mistress of the north compound, Angelica Clemens was on her way to the execution room and was to be given priority.
Veronica told this to me and we also told the ladies in the room that same information, several of them had read the article about the escape and the circumstances around, such as the head mistresses way to torment the slave’s in the compound and they all were seeing forward to meet her.
Just as the 4th lady was about to sit on the victims face so there was a stern knock on the door and a lady with long black raincoat entered the room and there was no doubt that it was Angelica Clemens because on the right side of her raincoat was the emblem of North Compound.
As she walked by the victim who right away recognized her so he started to make quite funny whimpering sounds and was obviously in complete panic, the smile that appeared to lady Clemens lips and the way she looked at the victim was filled by complete disgust, but at the same time also with pure sadistic delight.
Lady Clemens walked up to us and presented herself, she was standing next to Veronica who is a tall women, but Lady Clemens was a head taller and Veronica asked her about her height.
Lady Clemens smiled a bit and answered “WELL, WITHOUT THESE HEELS I’M 6`2 AND THAT`S 6`2 OF PURE LADY”.
She laught a bit and turned then around to face all the other 8 ladies that were standing at the head end of the victim and said “I’M SORRY LADIES THAT I HAVE TO PUSH AHEAD OF THE LINE, BUT I’M ON MY WAY TO A MEETING IN THE COURTHOUSE SO….”.
All the ladies gave Lady Clemens a warn understanding smile and said that they didn`t mind and she continued “I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH THAT PUNY LITTLE WORTHLESS SHIT FOR ESCAPING FROM MY COMPOUND AND WHAT I HAD IN MIND SHOULD TAKE AROUND 30 MINUTES”.
Lady Clemens continued to talk a bit more with the other ladies and in the meanwhile Veronica went to the waiting room and announced that there would be a little delay of 30 to 40 minutes and as she game back so Lady Clemens hung her raincoat on the hooks, she was wearing black knee-high leather boots, white blouse and a beige skirt.

Lady Clemens walked slowly towards the victim and stopped just at his head and looked down with a pure sadistic smile on her lips and said “YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE GONNA SUFFER NOW PIG….BUT SOON, VERY SOON YOU ARE GOING TO FIND OUT JUST HOW BAD I’M GONNA MAKE YOU SUFFER UNDER MY ASS”.
Lady Clemens was staring down with a cruel and very sadistic mockery smile on her lips as the victim was begging for mercy with a puny and panic-stricken voice, he was whimpering like a little puppy and all the ladies around just loved it and started to laugh.
Lady Clemens raised then her skirt, she had black rubber knickers on her, but when she bend down to show them to the rest of the ladies so they all burst into laughter because she was wearing “Cut” knickers which means that a fist-sized hole has been made just at the anal opening and we all know what that means because those kind of knickers has become quite popular lately.

Lady Clemens stood then looking down at the victim and did not take her glance of him as she said to Veronica and me “WOULD YOU TWO BE DEAR AND STUFF A RUBBER-RING INTO THIS PIGS MOUTH SO THAT IT STAYS OPEN”.
Since there is 3 different sizes of rubber-rings that determents how wide the mouth will be kept open so Veronica asked her how she wanted it, Lady Clemens answered smiling that “THE HOLE IN MY RUBBER KNICKERS IS ADAPTED TO A WIDE OPEN MOUTH SO JUST USE THE BIG RING”.
Veronica and I took the largest ring that was really going to open the victim’s mouth wide and walked to the bunk.

Veronica said in a mockery tone “OKAY PIGGY… OPEN WIDE”.
The victim closed his mouth as if he could prevent us from stuffing the rubber-ring in which was quite funny because as a precaution so that a victim could not bite, so all of their teeth were always pulled out at the medical unit and this made it very easy to just push fingers in and bend it open.
Veronica and I smiled at each other because it simply was a lot more amusing to push the rubber-ring into a victim’s mouth who was struggling.
Veronica placed the rubber-ring on the seat beside the victims head and then we pulled the sleeves of our rubber-gloves upwards a bit to get a nice and tight fit, we both use those old type of household rubber-gloves that have a zick zack pattern along the inside of fingers and palm because they give a very good grip and are still thin enough to provide a nice close feeling to the object that is handled.

Veronica and I pushed from opposite sides our fingers against the victims mouth who was really trying to keep it closed, but we just pushed our fingers in slowly and pulled his mouth wide-open and there was nothing he could do to prevent that from happening, then when the victims mouth was as wide as it could be so Veronica picked up the rubber-ring and placed it inside the victims mouth that kept it wide-open no matter how much he would try to close it.
As Veronica and I backed away from the bunk and gave the ladies chance to see properly so they laugh a bit and Lady Clemens said smiling “VERY NICE, VERY NICE INDEED”. But as Lady Clemens looked down at the victims panic-stricken face so her smile changed into a cruel sadistic grin said “I’M SURE YOU PUNY SHIT KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA DO NOW, BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW YET IS …. JUST HOW DISGUSTING THIS IS GOING TO BE……. BUT I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT IT`S GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH THAT YOU HAD NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL”.

The look in the victims eyes was totally filled by pure panic as he was looking up at Lady Clemens in a desperate state of mind that was seeking for mercy, but all he met was her sadistic grin and words that she said almost softly, but with a extremely cruel tone “I’M GONNA NOW USE YOUR MOUTH AS MY LITTLE “FART-HOLE” AND COMPLETELY FILL YOUR MOUTH, NOSE AND LUNGS WITH MY FOUL AND EXTREMELY STINKY FART AND YOU WILL NOT JUST BE BREATHING IT IN… YOU GONNA BE TASTING IT ALL THE WAY IN YOUR LUNGS”.
All the ladies around the bunk burst into laughter when the helpless victim tried to verbally beg for mercy, but with the rubber-ring in his mouth he could only form some mumbling that was mixed with whimpering and that sounded really funny and at this point Lady Clemens turned around, raised her skirt and slowly started to sit down towards the victims face and the closer her ass came the more he was whimpering in total panic until Lady Clemens rubber knickers covered his face, she moved her position slightly until she felt that the hole in her rubber knickers was right over the victims wide-open mouth and sat then fully down with her weight, her rubber knickers sealed tight against the victims face from all around.

Veronica and I watched this with excitement as did the rest of the ladies also and we all waited for the sound of Lady Clemens fart, but it did not come.




She just sat there, snuffing the breath out of the victim with a content smile, but we saw that she was keeping her eye on the “Oxygen meter” and found out why when she said “THAT`S IT, JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE AND THIS LITTLE PIGGY`S OXYGEN SUPPLY WILL BE ALL GONE AND THAT IS THE MOMENT… THE RIGHT MOMENT TO DELIVER HIM SOME OF MY OWN USED OXYGEN IN THE FORM OF GAS”.
Veronica and I smiled at each other because we knew exactly what lady Clemens had in her mind, we had at the medical unit both read in the different manuals that human fart consist also of a small amount of oxygen that was fully breathable and could keep the lungs working and the subject from passing out and that was just what Lady Clemens had in mind and proofed without any doubt that she was a real sadist, but then again, considering the criteria to be classified as an sadist so most of the ladies in Quinn City fitted perfectly well to it as did any other lady nation-wide.

A pure evil grin grew on Lady Clemens lips as the oxygen meter started to alarm that the victim was about to pass put, but to make sure that the victim would get the full effect so she waited until he started to tremble and shake a little, then Lady Clemens looked at the other ladies around with a amused expression on her face and said “NOW LADIES… NOW IS THE RIGHT MOMENT TO GIVE THIS LITTLE PIGGY HERE SOME OXYGEN… BUT I DON’T THINK THAT HE IS GONNA LIKE IT, BUT IT`S GOING TO KEEP HIM FROM PASSING OUT AND THAT`S REALLY THE MAIN THING”.
The satisfied and amused smile on all the ladies faces was telling clearly how much they enjoyed watching Lady Clemens absolutely brilliant and very skilled way to make the victim suffer and it just got better when in the next moment Lady Clemens pushed out a long and quite loud fart that filled the victims mouth completely and forced the gas through the roof of his mouth directly into his nostrils and then pushed it`s way down into the victims throat and finally into his lungs that had been empted of oxygen, but was now filled by Lady Clemens stinky fart.
At this moment it did not matter if the victim wanted to breathe or not because his body’s own survival mode and reflex kicked in and demanded the little oxygen that was now available and the victim started to breathe in the absolutely disgusting and horrendously stinking fart of Lady Clemens that was most likely also quite warm.

This had just the effect that Lady Clemens knew that it would, the oxygen meter raised up several levels and the alarm was turned of.
All the ladies around burst into laughter and just loved the way how Lady Clemens was making the helpless victim to suffer and how she used her ass and stinky fart like a gas-mask that was keeping him from passing out.
Lady Clemens looked straight down between her legs and stared into the victims eyes that had now opened from the pre-unconscious state that he had been slipping into, his eyes were begging in a desperate state of mind and were filled by the panic and suffering that he was now going thru and at the same time Lady Clemens could also see very clearly the utterly sickening expression that her fart had caused in the victim.

Lady Clemens was really enjoying herself, a sadistic grin shined on her lips and she said “THAT`S IT….
BREATHE IN YOU LITTLE SHIT… BREATHE IN MY STINKY FART”.
She started to laugh then and another lady just beside looked at the victim and said giggling “HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE KEPT CONSCIOUS BY A HUMAN POWERED “LIVE-SUPPORT” MACHINE”.
Everybody started to laugh at that clever remark and Lady Clemens said smiling “I’M QUITE SURE THAT THIS PUNY PIG HERE DON’T LIKE THIS AT ALL BECAUSE THIS “LIVE-SUPPORT” ONLY DELIVERS FOUL AND STINKY OXYGEN”.
The victim was in the midst of the ladies laughter suffering and could smell Lady Clemens horrendously stinking fart everywhere in his mouth, nose and even inside his lungs and what was even worse so he could also taste it and it caused continuously his gagging reflexes to kick in, but without the puking.



Then as the victim had swallowed and consumed all the oxygen that had been provided to him so the oxygen meter started to peep again and with eyes wide-open the victim was straggling a moment and begging for mercy with his tear filled eyes looking up at Lady Clemens, but all he met was her sadistic grin gazing down at him and slowly the mist of unconsciousness was setting down and blurring everything out of sharpness along with the pain and agony he was suffering in.

Lady Clemens waited again for a moment, then she pulled up the victim’s eye-lid to see if he was ready for another dose and as the victims glance started to fade away and the alarm from the oxygen meter grew louder so she grin sadistically and pushed out a really wet sounding fart that must have been around 10 seconds long and right after that a little short fart and once again the first thing that helpless victim met when he was pulled out from almost passing out was Lady Clemens and all the other ladies laughter and Lady Clemens mockery voice saying “THAT`S IT PIGGY, BREATHE IN DEEP”.

After a burst of joyful laughter one of the ladies said to Lady Clemens “I READ IN THE QUINN CITY NEWS THE ARTICLE ABOUT THIS PIGS ESCAPE AND ALSO THAT PART WHERE SOME OF YOUR STAFF MEMBERS THOUGHT THAT THE REASON COULD HAVE BEEN THE “TOTALLY DISGUSTING” OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND REFERRING TO YOUR FARTS”.
Lady Clemens knew exactly what the lady was driving at and answered smiling “THE REASON WHY THERE IS NO SMELL RIGHT NOW IS BECAUSE THESE RUBBER KNICKERS THAT I’M WEARING SEAL OF THIS VICTIMS FACE COMPLETELY AND THERE IS NO WAY THAT ANY ODOUR CAN ESCAPE AND THAT`S AS IT SHOULD BE”.
Saying this Lady Clemens thought of an idea that would for sure start to break the victim mentally and at the same time also be a real fun thing to do.

When the victim was about to start slipping into unconsciousness the second time under Lady Clemens ass so she blinked at the other ladies around the bunk and said “LADIES, JUST PLAY ALONG WITH ME A BIT AND WE ARE GONNA HAVE A REAL LAUGHT”.
When they all nodded or said “Sure” so lady Clemens said “I THINK THAT YOU ALL BETTER TAKE A HOLD OF YOUR NOSES NOW AND PINCH A LITTLE BECAUSE I’M GONNA STAND UP NOW AND IT`S GOING TO SMELL A BIT”.
That was an extreme understatement, Veronica and I stood over 3 meters away and when Lady Clemens stood up from the victims face and as her rubber knickers game of with a sucking sound and broke the seal that her rubber knickers had created so a absolutely horrendous and disgusting smell of fart spread across the room and Veronica quickly stepped towards the wall to hit the air-filter button and screw it to the maximum speed to get a change of air in the room.
Most of the ladies took several steps back and Lady Clemens said laughing “WELL, I TOLD YOU LADIES THAT IT WOULD SMELL A BIT”.
All the ladies joined in the laughter and one of them said “THAT IS THE ABSOLUTELY FOULEST SMELL EVER AND YOU CALL IT “A BIT SMELLY”.
Then she looked at the victim and continued “AND THAT LITTLE PIGGY HAS BEEN BREATHING AND SWALLOWING IN THAT FART…….WONDER HE IS STILL ALIVE”.
We all were holding our noses and laughing while the air was filtered out and fortunately the air-filtering system that had been installed into that room was a very good one so it did not take all too long to get the air breathable again.

The victim had started his pitiful whimpering again as he was fully awake and that`s when Lady Clemens turned around a little so that he could not see her punching in a number on her cell-phone and after a few seconds it gave a signal and she answered it, but before turning around so she blinked towards the other ladies to play along.

Lady Clemens moved then closer the bunk, pretending to listen at a person in the other end of the phone call and getting a really disappointed expression in her face and after a little while she said “YES I UNDERSTAND JUDGE LAYTON…. I AM IN THE ROOM RIGHT NOW WITH SOME OTHER LADIES WHO I’M SURE HAD HOPED TO HAVE SOME FUN, BUT …….YES, I WILL, JUST A MOMENT”.
Lady Clemens turned then to face the ladies and said with a really disappointed tone “LISTEN LADIES, I’M SORRY, BUT THERE HAS BEEN SOME KIND OF FOUL UP HERE, THE LADY THAT THIS SLAVE WAS TO BE SOLD TO HAD PAID ALL READY IN ADVANCE THAT WE DIDN`T KNOW ABOUT AND SHE HAD SELECTED JUST THIS SLAVE TO BE HER FOOT SLAVE SO……”.
The victim of course heard all this and we all could see how his eyes started to lid up with the hope and finally the understanding that he was maybe getting out, that he would be rescued away from the room and away from the thousands of ladies that were looking forward to make him suffer.
Some of the other ladies played along really well and acted so disappointed that the victim truly believed that he was getting out and in his mind he probably already was thinking how he could wash of the taste of fart from his mouth.


Lady Clemens picked the cell phone back to her ear and said “OKAY JUDGE, I HAVE TOLD THE LITTLE DISAPPOINTING NEWS FOR THESE LADIES…YES,…OKAY…… DO YOU WANT ME TO ARRANGE THE MOVE OF THIS SLAVE TO THE OWNER”?
Lady Clemens looked then straight down at the victim’s eyes where the hope of life had returned and said into the cell phone “YES JUDGE LAYTON, JUST A MOMENT”.
She said then to the victim “JUDGE LAYTON WANTS TO TELL YOU SOMETHING”.
Lady Clemens placed the cell phone then against the victims ear who started to listen eagerly and with the believe of his release from the execution-room.
As seconds went by and the expression on the victims face grew more and more horrified and he started to tremble in utter panic as the truth started to sink into his brain so the sadistic grin on Lady Clemens lips just grew wider and by the time she took the cell phone away from the victims ear so he was whimpering and crying in a truly pitiful way.
Lady Clemens turned the volume up to the max and pointed the cell phone towards the ladies with that sadistic grin still on her lips and they all heard it loud and clear “ THE CLOCK IS 10..52…20..PIIP
THE CLOCK IS 10…52….30..PIIP”.

All the ladies in the room along with Lady Clemens, myself and veronica burst into laughter that just continued almost a full minute and as it started to fade away so Lady Clemens moved over to the victims head end, took a quick look at her watch and said “I GOT 15 MORE MINUTES BEFORE I HAVE TO GO AND I DOOOO THINK THAT I HAVE A COUPLE OF MORE DOSES OF FINE FEMALE STINKY FARTS TO GIVE THIS LITTLE PIGGY HERE”.
The helpless victim was whimpering and crying in utterly pitiful way when Lady Clemens then turned around and slowly sat down onto his face once more and her rubber knickers silenced his whimpering almost completely.
She sat there a while with that sadistic grin on her lips and waited for the right moment when the victim was about to pass out and farted then real loud and looooong, filling the victims mouth and every lady around now knowing exactly what that victim was forced to breathe in started to laugh and were enjoying every second watching how he was suffering under Lady Clemens ass and while she sat there so she made sure that the victim knew that he was never gonna get out alive from that room.

As Lady Clemens after around 15 minutes have had her fun on the victim and was taking on her raincoat so she looked at him smiling and said “I GUESS AND HOPEFULLY YOU ARE GONNA BE HERE SEVERAL WEEKS…. SO THAT I CAN COME BACK TO SAY HI…. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS…..DON’T YOU LITTLE SHIT”.
Lady Clemens left the room then laughing and just before she shut the door so she must have heard when one of the ladies asked the others “ANYONE WHO FEELS LIKE FARTING??”




CHAPTER 3


The whole day, evening and night ladies just kept coming and coming into the execution-room to have fun and enjoy themselves sitting on the helpless victims face and suffocating him all the way into the brink of unconsciousness and all those occasions that a lady took him over the border and sat on his face until he had passed out cold was counted into his “Sleeping-hour”.
The manual of the “Suffocation execution” had several regulations that all had the purpose to keep the victim alive and in that way prolong his agony and suffering before the unavoidable death would occur.


If you take all the sleep away and don’t provide enough of nourishment so it would not take long at all for the victim to first start to slipping away from the torture it self due to the lack of sleep, the brain would simply just start to shut it self down and where’s the fun then and the lack of nourishment would quite soon make the victim too weak and would not last more then a couple of weeks, so there was an obvious reason to follow the manual and that was one of the reasons why the staff members from the medical unit was assigned to attend at the “Suffocation” executions, to keep the victim alive, revive, monitor that all the regulations were followed and administer nourishment and then of course provide assistance for the ladies like with the rubber-ring.

During the first day the victim had passed out so many times that it covered the 1 hour sleeping period which was quite normal and gave those two staff members from the medical unit, Diana and Brigitte that had the third shift between 2am to 10am a nice opportunity and time to have a bit of fun and amusement of their own.
Both Diana and Brigitte were stunningly beautiful and tall ladies in their early 40s and had worked in the medical unit the past 12 years.
They had read on the time-journal that Judge Beatrice Layton was going to be coming in at 8am which she would be doing on daily bases because she liked to follow up and see the progress of those that she had ruled the death penalty over, but the main reason was of course that she liked the amusement that those visits gave her.



Execution-room / Brigall house 06.05am >>

Diana and I locked the door after the last lady had sat on the victim’s face who had suffered quite good the whole night, from 2am when we started our shift and until the closing time there had been 39 ladies that had been sitting on the victims face suffocating him.
We worked then fast to complete the feeding process because the sooner we got that done so the more time we would have to enjoy ourselves.

We pressed the largest rubber-ring into the victim’s mouth and then proceeded to force the rubber-tube all the way down into his stomach and during 10 minutes let the liquid nutritious sustenance run in, after we had taken of the force-feeding tubes so it was time for the real fun.
There is a zipper on the rubber bag just between the victims legs, Diana opened it and disconnected the rubber-tube from his limp manhood, she pushed her rubber-glad hand in, took a firm grip and pulled it all out so that the victims balls were resting on the rubber-bag and his limp manhood beside.
Diana pulled the sleeves of her red household rubber-gloves up a bit and took then the victims limp piece of meat in the palm of her hand and pressed hard, but the amount of painful moaning that we heard told us right away that it was probably a little numb after being inside the rubber-tube the past week.
We looked at it and started to laugh when we saw what an excellent piece of work they had done and the victim was most likely not even aware about all the things that had been done to his body at the medical unit.
Diana took hold of his limp manhood with her fingers and said “THEY DID A QUITE NICE SCRAPING BRIGITTE AND ONCE WE GET IT UP AND IN SO I THINK THAT THIS LITTLE PIGGY IS GONNA START TO SING QUITE NICELY”.
The victims fore skin had been removed completely and then his organ had been scraped from the root all the way to the top so well that it was almost like the skin had been peeled of and that`s just the way we like our victims when we take a ride and to be sure that they will not be feeling anything else then excruciating pain and agony which is the very thing that makes the ride to a pure pleasure for us.
We both started to laugh and I answered “YES…. I DOOOO THINK THAT THIS LITTLE PIGGY IS GONNA SING REAL GOOD”.

Diana and I have worked together for several years and done these enjoyable ride’s quite often and tried many different ways and a couple of years ago we found one that is really nice and had already before coming to Brigall house decided to use that so Diana had her rubber knickers on that were open between the legs and I had a pair of rubber knickers that were tight around the waist and legs so that they were totally air-sealed, but had a very loose part behind my bottom, it was baggy and a little bit bigger then half the size of an basketball and had two rubber-tubes that were connected to the baggy area.

Diana took the syringe and gave the victim three injections into his balls that almost instantly gave him a hard on that would last at least 2 hours and meanwhile I pushed the inflatable gag into his mouth and filled it up until the victim could not breathe thru his mouth.
We took then of our white rubber aprons and hung them on the hooks and were ready to start having some real fun.
Diana sat herself across the victim’s legs just at his manhood that stood up nicely and because it was hard so all the numbness was gone and the victim had the past minutes been whimpering in pain, but it was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to what was coming.
I took then both of the rubber-tubes that are connected to the baggy behind of my rubber knickers and pushed them into the victim’s nostrils and as soon as both rubber-tubes were in so they were the only way the victim could breathe and I felt right away how the baggy part moved a little bit in and then how it was inflated outwards and in and out every time the victim took a breath.
I looked down and his wide-open eyes were utterly filled by panic and the whimpering that now had been muffled by the gag just grew as he had started to understand what was going to happen,
Diana giggled a little and asked me “BRIGITTE… DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH GAS TO KEEP THIS LITTLE SHIT CONSCIOUS THE NEXT 30-40 MINUTES”?
I did not take my eyes from the victim when I answered “OOOH YES DIANA…..I TOOK A DOUBLE PORTION OF WHITE BEANS YESTERDAY EVENING AT THE RESTAURANT, SO YOU JUST GO AHEAD A GET YOURSELF A NICE LONG RIDE”.

Diana sat then astride the victim and her by now quite horny and wet womanhood was ready to swallow up the victims hard on, she smiled and slowly pressed her wet pussy against the tip of his member and we both could hear and see how the victim started to whimper and triad to struggle against the straps that were holding him still as Diana’s salty juices burned like acid against his hard on.
Diana started slowly to mount and slide the victim’s scraped or almost peeled member into her wet pussy and as his whimpering and crying just grew in the excruciating agony that it caused, so the sadistic grin on Diana’s lips grew along with it and I could feel that the victim was suffering real bad because of his rapid breathing that I felt against my round and firm bottom.
Diana sat fully down all the way against his balls, looked at me with that satisfied smile that I have seen so often when she gets to ride a victim like this and said “WHAT A GREAT EMPLOYMENT WE HAVE BRIGITTE, THAT COMES WITH SUCH A ENJOYABLE BENEFITS LIKE THIS”.
We both burst into laughter and it took a short moment before I could say “AND ON TOP OF ALL THE BENEFITS SO THE MONEY IS GOOD TOO”.

Diana started at first very slowly to ride the victim’s member with rotating movements, but as she was getting more and more exited and horny of the riding and the victims whimpering in agony so her movements got faster and faster, but I could see clearly that Diana wanted to prolong her first climax as long as she could and after 3-4 minutes she slowed down a little, but kept still riding as she bend forward and looked straight into the victims agony filled eyes, he was whimpering and crying like a little puppy as Dianas wet and salty pussy was working like a acid-bath around his member.
Diana’s smiled almost lovingly towards the victim and said “OOOH POOR LITTLE ONE, DOES IT HURT WHEN I’M RIDING YOU….IS IT BURNING BADLY….DOES THIS FEEL BAD”.


As Diana said the last sentence so she moved a couple of times a little faster to point out her question and that whimpering victim looked with tear-filled eyes up at her and was in a pitiful way trying to beg for mercy and at that same time we both could see that the little air that had been inside my rubber knickers was all gone and he was panting hard and I could feel it also against my bottom because the rubber knickers had started to mould themselves against my bare bottom skin.

Diana looked quickly up at me and asked “ARE YOU READY”.
I nodded and Diana looked back at the victim as she continued to slowly ride him and said with a cruel and merciless grin on her lips “I LIKE RIDING A HELPLESS PUNY VICTIM THAT IS COMPLETELY DEFENCELESS AND I ESPECIALLY ENJOY IT WHEN A VICTIM IS WHIMPERING LIKE YOU ARE, SO GUESS WHAT YOU LITTLE SHIT……..WE ARE BOTH GONNA BE RIDING YOU EVERY MORNING FROM NOW ON”.
The victim was struggling now hard in his breathless state and as Diana had said what she wanted to so I pushed out a really long and loud fart that filled the baggy piece at the back of my rubber knickers and it did not take more then a couple of seconds before the victims eyes opened wide due to the extra oxygen that he was now getting in a form of my stinky fart that he started to breathe in thru the rubber-tubes.
I said “THAT`S IT, BREATH IN MY AROMATIC FART”.
The look on the victims face told us just how bad the smell must have been and we both burst into laughter.


Diana sat then up-right and started to ride the victim’s practically peeled member inside her wet pussy real fast and it did not take more then a minute until she was moaning in pure ecstasy, licking her sensual lips and touching her nipples and it almost seemed like the victims whimpering started to come in the same rhythm as Diana was riding him and I could clearly see how that just made her more horny.
It was such a lovely contrast to see how the victim was suffering and Diana riding him in pure pleasure and enjoying herself, it was just a delightful sight and after another 3-4 minutes of riding Diana reached the climax and for a while just shivered, once she calmed down a bit so she looked at me with that big smile of hers and said “OOOH, THAT WAS JUST SO…….. SOOOOO NICE”.

Just about then I felt how my rubber knickers were been sucked quite tightly against my bottom and that the victim was about to pass out and we could not have that, so I pushed out couple of good and long farts that would keep him conscious.
Diana and I started to laugh out loud when that puny victim’s eyes opened wide and his whimpering started again, now more then ever.
Diana stood up, took a piece of cloth and wiped the victims member that still had a very good hard on clean of her salty juices and it was red, absolutely bright red and it almost looked like a piece of raw meat which made Diana to burst into laughter and say “I JUST LOVE THEM RAW”.
I started to laugh also and so hard that one of the rubber-tubes almost was pulled out.

As soon as Diana had wiped it clean so she sat astride the victim again, looked at his whimpering and totally panic-stricken expression and said “OKAY PIGGY, IT`S TIME FOR ROUND TWO”.
I looked at him with a mockery smile and said “YES…. DIANA JUST LOVES HER “PIGGY-RIDE’S”.
During the next 30 minutes Diana just kept riding the victim and I kept him from passing out by filling the baggy part of my rubber knickers with my obviously very stinky gas that he breathed in so nicely.
After this we changed places, Diana started to sit on his face and the victim had to clean her up while I was riding him long and hard for almost 25 minutes, it would have be nice with a longer ride, but the clock was already 7.40am and we knew that Judge Beatrice Layton was going to come around 8 so.

The victim was practically screaming his head of when Diana gave him a injection into the balls that instantly made his raw member limp and then pushed the rubber-tube back on, she closed the bag and we went into the coffee-room to have a quick coup of coffee before Judge Layton would come and were laughing quite a bit about how that victim had suffered.


At 08.05 the door into the coffee-room from the hall side opened and Judge Beatrice Layton walked in and said “Hi” with a big smile on her lips.
We got up and exchanged greetings with each other and sat down for a moment.
Both Diana and I know judge Layton quite well because we all live in the same apartment house and had on several occasions been out together, she is a quite tall lady even with those flat canvas-shoes on or plimsoll’s as she calls them that had once been white, but since several years back they were all but white because she had used them to and from work for so many years and always bare-footed.

Judge Layton enjoyed more then anything to have a convicted slave that she herself had ruled the death penalty over at her feet and as every judge in Quinn City they could if they so wanted to change the verdict even after the trial and even every slave in the Quinn City knew that.
No verdict had thou ever been changed, but judge Layton knew very well that hope is the last thing that leaves specially a slave that had been sentenced to death and having such a victim at her feet when she could completely rule over the live and death was something that judge Layton just loved, so she had for years now used same pair of plimsolls bare-footed just to make her feet stink as bad as it just was possible and the fact that she did not neither wash her feet so often had given the result she wanted….A pair of feet that smelled absolutely horrendously of an extremely salty foot-sweet that she then could have a convicted victim to lick clean.
Further more, the fact that judge Layton was a tall lady, almost 6`1 meant that she had quite large feet and therefore more to be licked clean and this made her happy.

Judge Layton smiled then towards Diana and me and said “COULD YOU TWO BE DEAR AND MOVE THE HIGH CHAIR INTO PLACE BECAUSE MY DIRTY AND SWEATY FEET ARE IN THE NEED OF AN VERY CAREFUL CLEANING”.
We all laught, Diana and I knew exactly what judge Layton wanted and how, so we walked into the execution-room and moved the chair in place.
The chair was quite large and heavy, almost like a throne and with extra long legs so that it could be placed with the legs on both sides of the bunk and the seat itself was just at the right height above the victims chest for a lady to then place her feet on the victims mouth and to get them licked clean.
After we had moved the chair so Diana said to the victim with a smirk on her lips that “JUDGE LAYTON IS HERE”.
That was all that was needed to be said to see a tiny, tiny hope in the victim’s eyes, but at the same time also pure panic, Diana and I walked back to the coffee-room smiling.
Judge Layton asked us if we could once she was sitting on the chair take of her plimsolls, we agreed of course, but knew also since before that it was best to quickly drop them onto the floor because of the smell that both Diana and I knew was going to be real bad, just to be on safe side so we took a plastic-bag out that could be sealed of if necessary.

All three of us walked then into the execution-room, Diana and I stood at the victims head end and judge Layton walked to the chair, she did not even look at the victim when she stepped partly on his throat that made the victim moan, she just used it as a step to get herself seated.
Once judge Layton had taken her seat and placed her plimsolls onto the rubber-seat and at the sides of the victims head so she looked down at him with a stare that was filled by utter contempt and detestation.
Diana and I saw clearly that the victim could feel the smell that was oozing from judge Layton’s both plimsolls that rested on the rubber-seat beside his head and how he triad not to show how awful the smell was, but it did not take long before he belch like if he would throw up, this made judge Layton to smile and she said “HMMM, I DO THINK THAT MY FEET NEED A CAREFUL CLEANING…. STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE PIG SO I CHECK THAT IT`S CLEAN”.
The victim showed his tongue trembling and we saw how panic-stricken expression he got when judge continued “YES, THAT WILL DO….YOU ARE NOW TO LICK MY FEET CLEAN WITH YOUR TONGUE AND EXACTLY AS I TELL YOU TO….IS THAT UNDERSTOOD PIG”.
The victim said “Yes” with a very weak and trembling voice.

Judge Layton nodded then towards Diana and me, we pulled her plimsolls of and a wall of horrendously smelling foot-sweet made us both to fast place them into the plastic-bag that we had taken out just in case.
We were about to go back and stand there at the victims head end, but we noticed that the smell from judge Layton’s bare feet was even worse then from her plimsolls, her feet reeked so disgustingly of a extremely cheesy and salty foot-sweet that we just could not go too near without starting to belch.
Judge Layton nodded that she understood and turned then to watch the victims face that was between her feet and a very mockery grin started to form on her lips as she studied the sick expression on the victims face and how he triad all the time to swallow the belching that the stench from her feet caused.

Judge Layton lifted then her right foot, she rested the heel against the victim’s chest so that her toes were just an inch above his mouth, she wriggled her toes a little and said “NOW GET YOUR TONGUE OUT AND START LICKING MY TOES CLEAN”.
As soon as the victim pressed his tongue against judge Layton’s toes so he started to belch and it seemed that he was about to puke.
Judge Layton moved her feet little to the side and said “YOU CAN BELCH ALL YOU WILL, BUT IF YOU LITTLE SHIT PUKE ON MY FOOT SO I WILL HAVE A TEAM OF LADIES COMING HERE FROM THE MEDICAL UNIT AND PULL ALL YOUR TOE AND FINGER NAILS OUT, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD”.
When judge Layton placed her toes against the victim’s mouth again so he started to lick and even if he was belching practically all the time so he kept licking, judge Layton looked down with a mockery smile on her lips and enjoyed seeing how the helpless victim was having a very hard time licking her stinky feet and no wonder, the fact that you normally can put up with your own different foul smell’s did not help in this case.
Judge Layton`s moist bare feet just reeked out of an extremely pungent and cheesy foot-sweat that was so strong that she herself could sense the salty odour in her nostrils and the stench was so bad that she tried to sit straight so that her head would be as far as possible from her feet and that fact made it just all the more enjoyable and amusing for us to watch and for judge Layton to have a helpless victim lick her feet clean.

Diana and I stood some 5-6 feet away simply because we had to due to the horrific stench coming from judge Layton´s cheesy and also quite dirty feet.
It was very amusing to see how the victim`s face was twitching a little and his sickening facial expression that was not only caused by the stench and taste of judge Layton`s pungent feet, but also from the pure and utter humiliation from been forced to lick a woman’s smelly feet.
We both saw that judge Layton was enjoying having her feet licked clean and just to add more torment and humiliation to it so she asked the victim several times “How he liked the stench and taste of her pungent and cheesy feet-sweat” and laught every time some extra with a mockery tone when the victim was whimpering and belching.

When the victim had licked the underside of judge Layton´s toes for around 3-4 minutes so it went from bad to worse as she with a smile on her lips pressed her big and the next toe into the victim`s mouth and said “NOW GET YOUR FUCKING TONGUE IN BETWEEN MY TOES”.
Both Diana and I could see the amused smile on judge Layton`s lips getting wider as she felt the victim`s tongue sliding between her toes and said then “LICK THAT CHEESY TOE-JAM OF”.
The victim started to belch as his tongue came in contact with the moist, probably wet crevices between judge Layton`s toes and all that extremely salty and disgustingly cheesy toe-jam that had accumulated there.
The victim started to lick while belching and it did not take more then a couple of seconds before his tongue was smeared and covered by the moist, thick and dark coloured toe-jam from between judge Layton`s toes who looked amused and enjoyed very much feeling the helpless victim`s tongue between her toes where she knew was a lot of toe-jam because she had not washed her feet for several weeks.

When judge Layton after couple of minutes pulled her toes out from the victim`s mouth to check that all the toe-jam had been licked of, so he started to beg with an utterly whimpering tone that she would stop.
Both Diana and I burst into laughter when judge Layton pushed her big toe inside his mouth roughly and said “NOW SUCK IT CLEAN PIG”.
The victim started to suck on judge Layton`s big toe who was looking down at the victim with a mockery smile on her lips, but Diana and I could clearly see that she was thinking of something specific at that moment and after a couple of minutes we found out what when judge Layton looked at us and said “IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THIS LITTLE PIG DISLIKE’S THE TASTE OF SWEATY AND CHEESY FEET QUITE MUCH, SO MAYBE I SHOULD SEND HIM TO THE AMUSEMENT-PARK FOR A WEEK”.

Diana and I knew exactly what judge Layton was thinking.
The amusement-park was a large complex right in the middle of Quinn City’s downtown and visited every day by thousands of girls and women from all around the Quinn City.
The amusement-park was a very popular place with different activities, lots of small shops, a couple of large malls and then the place that we knew judge Layton had in her mind right now.

It was a low building, almost like an old farm cottage type of a house and it consisted only of two rooms. That house was called “The Locker” and it was a place where every and any woman and girl could have their dirty, sweaty and cheesy feet licked clean and of course also the footware that they had on.
The “Locker” is also most commonly called PFSU that stands for “Public feet-service unit” and it`s open every day of the week between 9am to 10pm.
The first room in the Locker is a large waiting-room and the second one that is slightly smaller is the main “Feet-service” room where a slave is placed in sitting position inside a hole under the wooden-floor.
His legs and arms are shackled to the sides to prevent any movement and once in place inside the hole, so a two-part hatch is covered over the hole so that only the slave`s head is like sticking out from the floor.
Behind the slave`s head a wooden block is then screwed against the floor to keep it from moving and the back of his head is pressed into the round and deepened mould on the block, then leather-straps are run over the slave`s forehead and his head is tightly strapped against the block, this effectively prevents any head-movement and at the same time keeps the slave`s head in the right angle so that his face is in a 35 degree angle upwards.

The reason why the slave`s face is placed in a 35 degree angle is quite simple one and has to do with further torment.
From that angle the slave can still see the floor ahead of him and therefore the feet and footware of the woman and girls whose smelly feet or/and dirty soles he has to lick clean and at the same time the 35 degree angle forces the slave to look into the smirking face of the woman or girl who is sitting on the chair in front of his head when they raise their feet to his mouth.
Furthermore, to prevent the slave from even considering the possibility to try to refuse his “Foot-service” duties so there is a button hanging from a cord just at the chair, the cord runs along the ceiling, then down the wall where it is connected to an electric plug and a box where the voltage can be adjusted anywhere between 20 to 450 volts.
From the electric-box the cord is lead to run under the floor-boards and comes out into the hole where the slave is shackled and the two wires can be fastened practically anywhere on the slave`s body, but the most common place where the wires are connected to is the slave`s genitals, one wire to his manhood and the other one to the ball-sack.
This simple, but very nice arrangement provides the woman and girls an amusing tool to make sure that the slave is giving the best possible service to their feet.
That electric appliance is most commonly just referred as the “Zapper” and that zapping the slave is a good and fun way to keep his tongue moving in proper way.


Diana and I didn`t have to wait long for the confirmation of what Judge Layton was thinking because while the slave was sucking on her big toe she looked at us and said “DIANA, COULD YOU BE A DEAR AND CHANGE THE INFORMATION ON THE BOARD OUTSIDE TO…….LETS SEE NOW……..
WRITE THIS :: DUE TO CHANGES, SLAVE FD / 39662 HAS FROM THIS DAY ON AND THE NEXT 7 DAYS BEEN ASSIGNED TO FOOT-SERVICE DUTIES AT THE LOCKER NR B2 IN THE PARK AREA AND WILL THEREAFTER BE RESUMING HIS PLACE AT THIS LOCATION AGAIN.”
When Diana went to change the board outside so Judge Layton called the courthouse and had all the necessary arrangement made to move the slave into the locker in the park.
After Diana came back so Judge Layton looked at both of us and I don`t know how she knew since we had not told her, but anyway, she smiled at us and said “SORRY LADIES TO TAKE YOUR LITTLE TOY AWAY FOR A WEEK, BUT THIS PIECE OF SHIT WILL BE BACK SOON AND THEN YOU GIRLS CAN CONTINUE YOUR “RIDING” ON HIM”.
Judge Layton started to laugh as did we also and during the next 30 minutes or so we talked about how nice it was to ride a peeled manhood of a slave and Judge Layton said that she also did some “Riding” with a slave that the courthouse has down in the basement, as did some three dozen other ladies also that works in the courthouse.
Judge Layton burst into laughter and added “SINCE WE ARE ALMOST 40 LADIES THAT “RIDE” THE SLAVE IN OUR BASEMENT SO THAT LITTLE SHIT MUST THINK BY NOW THAT HE IS A HORSE”.
Both Diana and I burst into laughter at that fanny remark and Diana asked Judge Layton then “SINCE I JUST “ HAPPEN” TO KNOW THAT THE MUSCLES AROUND A SLAVE`S PEELED MANHOOD DO GET WEAR OUT EVENTUALLY AND IT GETS A LITTLE TRICKY TO GET IT IN…. SO….?”
A broad satisfied smile appeared on Judge Layton lips and she said “THAT HAPPENED ALREADY FOR SOME WEEKS AGO, BUT IT`S NO PROBLEM WHAT SO EVER TO CONTINUE THE “RIDING” ALL THE WAY UNTIL THERE JUST AIN’T NOTHING LEFT TO RIDE ON.”

Both Diana and I knew that there were several different solutions to get by the problem of a too sloppy manhood and wondered what they had done.
Judge Layton seemed to wonder of to the day in question and a very amused smile formed on her bright red lips and she said “WELL…. WE JUST PUSHED A NARROW STEEL-PIPE RIGHT INTO THAT PIGGYS URINE-PIPE AND ALL THE WAY DOWN…..AND THE RIDING GOES ON AND ON AND…”
We all burst into laughter once again and Judge Layton continued to have the slave lick her feet clean until the unit that was going to take him to the park arrived.
Judge Layton checked her feet before she wiped them a little with a towel and said to the slave “I DO THINK THAT I`M GONNA BE VISITING YOU IN THE PARK”.
While Judge Layton then was taking on her plimsolls still sitting on the chair so she told the slave where he was going now and what he was going to be forced to do there and the look on the slave`s face was absolutely priceless, it was filled by fear or almost panic along with disgust and at that very moment we knew that Judge Layton`s decision had been absolutely right.

Those 3 quite young guards that had come from the unit to move the slave into the locker were dressed in their regular uniforms, white blouse, black skirt, black high-heel boots, black leather gloves and those short single-tailed whips that really can tear the skin in pieces were hanging from their waist-belts.
They worked fast with the slave since it was already five past 8 and they wanted to get the slave into the locker before they opened at 9am.
The slave was unbound from the bunk and ripped stark naked, then a choke collar was placed around his throat and he was literally dragged along the floor and into the van that waited outside.



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CHAPTER 4




The drive into the park took only around 15 minutes so they arrived into the locker house well before 9 and those two employees that worked there had already been notified and were waiting at the door.
Gertrud, the senior worker at the locker was a very beautiful woman despite her 47 years of age, she was almost 6`2 long and dressed as always in her grey business like dress and a pair of old red rubberboots with low heels that she always used at work.
Gertrud`s co-worker was much younger, a 21 years old girl named Tina that had got this job thru her mother who worked at the state department and she had as most days her old black ballerina shoes on her feet.
Both Gertrud and Tina loved the work at the “Locker” and they both most every day stayed on after the closing hour to amuse themselves and have their feet licked clean.

The slave was dragged into the room and quickly bound by the shackles inside the hole, Tina took then the cord and as she fastened the wires into place against the slave`s genitals so she made a zapping sound and said to the slave “IT IS BEST THAT YOU USE YOUR TONGUE WELL HERE OR YOUR BALLS ARE GONNA GET ROASTED”.
The guards and Gertrud laught a bit while Tina closed the hatch and then strapped the slave`s head against the wooden block behind his head.
They all looked at the slave then with a smirk smile on their lips for a short while before Gertrud and Tina saw the guards out the door, there was already several woman and girls waiting, Gertrud gave them a smile and said that they would open in 10 minutes time and that it was going to be a new slave that would service their feet.

The slave was absolutely helpless in the hole, he could not even move his head at all and just the thought of being forced to lick sweaty feet all day long was enough to make him practically panic-stricken and he could already feel how horrendously humiliating it was going to be, but the way he thought and imagined that it was going to be like was nothing when compared to as it was going to be.

As Gertrud and Tina then walked slowly back into the room so the slave saw first Tina`s black ballerina shoes that clearly she had used a lot and then Gertrud`s red rubberboots that bared all the visible signs that she had used those rubberboots for several years and as they came closer so he could feel the vibration from the floor-boards against his throat with every step they took.
He noticed that the girl, Tina had her ballerinas on bare-footed and thought that the woman, Gertrud also was bare-footed at first, but saw then the top of those short nylon-stockings that she was wearing, those old kind that reach just below the knee and as they came closer so he could clearly hear a very moist squeaky sound coming from inside Gertrud`s rubberboots.
Both Gertrud and Tina stopped then and stood just in front of his face and looked down with a mockery smile on their lips.

At that very moment something snapped inside the slave, he had been tortured at the medical unit as well as in the Brigall house and humiliated without any chance to prevent it from happening and now he thought and convinced himself that the only reason he had licked Judge Layton`s stinky feet even thou he hated the smell and taste of sweaty feet was because maybe….maybe he could be send back to the camp, but instead of that, he was send to a place where he was expected to lick woman’s and girl’s smelly feet all day long.
The slave`s face shined with the new determined expression as he thought that “To hell with this, they can probably force my mouth open, but the hell they can force me to use my tongue”.
Right there and then the slave decided to refuse to lick any stinky feet and he just gained more strength to that decision as he just stopped caring if they would kill him…. “What the hell” he thought “They are going to kill me anyway so….and it`s better go out fighting”.

Both Gertrud and Tina noticed the sudden change in the slave`s attitude, but it was not the first time they had seeing it happen during the time they had worked in the locker and that it probably wouldn’t be the last time either, but what both Gertrud and Tina knew very well, was that when the slave`s balls would start to fry so he would do what ever it took to get it to stop, what ever was needed to get that horrific and utterly inhumane pain and agony to stop.
Gertrud who had worked at the Locker for a long time, had seeing several times slave`s with that attitude turned into little cry-babies and lick dirty, sweaty and cheesy feet as fast and best they could in the hope of avoiding the excruciating agony when their balls were fried with electricity and Gertrud had said several times to Tina that the best part was that the balls didn`t go numb and loose the ability to feel pain no matter how many times the slave`s balls were zapped, but instead….. The excruciating pain would just get worse and worse the more the slave`s balls were fried.

The slave looked then up with his determined expression and said “Fuck you… I`m not gonna lick any fucking feet here”.
Both Gertrud`s and Tina`s gaze down at the slave turned into a ice- cold stare and Gertrud said calmly and a bit amused “OOH AREN’T YOU…. AND WHY NOT?”
The slave knew that if they wanted to so they could stomp his face into pieces and kill him right there and then and that there was nothing he could do about it, but he didn`t care anymore… or that’s what he thought at that moment anyway and said “Because I hate your fucking sweaty and stinky feet, they make me sick…you fucking all make me sick and I`m not gonna be humiliated like that any more”.
If a slave had talked like that against Gertrud or Tina out in the street’s or for that matter against any woman or girl so he would have been kicked to death without any hesitation, but there in the Locker where Gertrud and Tina knew exactly what was going to happen to the slave and how he would come to


regret every single word he spoke now made it just amusing as did the fact that Gertrud and Tina would make the slave suffer real bad for his insolence later that day, after the closing time.
Gertrud and Tina looked at each other smiling because what really was wonderfully amusing and made them almost burst into laughter was the fact that the slave had told them how he hated smelly sweaty feet, how they made him sick and on top of that like glazing on the cake, that he hated the humiliation.

Gertrud could barely keep a straight face when she then said “WHAT ABOUT LICKING THE DIRTY SHOE AND BOOT-SOLES CLEAN…AREN’T YOU GONNA DO THAT EITHER?”
Tina just could not hold it anymore, she burst into laughter which seemed to make the slave angry and he practically shouted “That`s just as fucking degrading and I`m not gonna lick any fucking dirty footware”.
Gertrud and Tina looked at each other smiling and Gertrud said to Tina “I DO THINK THAT WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS PIG BEFORE WE LET THE CUSTOMERS IN…. DO YOU WANNA DO IT OR SHALL I”.
Tina did of course want to do it, but since she had straighten out the last slave with this attitude so she said “YOU JUST GO AHEAD GERTRUD, I GO AND TELL THOSE THAT ARE WAITING OUTSIDE THAT WE ARE GONNA OPEN 15-20 MINUTES LATE TODAY”.

When Tina came back to watch Gertrud straighten out the slave so she had just placed the chair in front of the slave`s face and sat down with her feet on either side of his head.
Gertrud crossed her legs so that the sole of her right rubberboot was a couple of inches above the slave`s face who saw the evidence that she had used those rubberboots for years because the sole was quite worn out, even the size markings had been almost worn out, but he could make out that it said 8`1/2 which was quite large, but then again so Gertrud was quite tall.
Just as the slave also saw how dirty Gertrud`s rubberboot-sole was so she swayed it there above his face with a circular motion and said then with a cold tone “NOW GET YOUR FUCKING TONGUE OUT BECAUSE YOU ARE GONNA LICK THE DIRT OF MY RUBBERBOOT-SOLE”.
He refused and said “The hell I`m gonna lick that filthy sole”.
Gertrud slammed her rubberboot-sole hard against the slave`s mouth and said “WHEN TINA OR I….OR ANY OF THE WOMAN AND GIRLS THAT COME HERE TO GET THEIR FEET, SHOES OR BOOTS LICKED CLEAN SO YOU ARE GONNA OBEY AND DO EXACTLY WHAT IS SAID AND WITHOUT ANY HESITATION….. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD YOU LITTLE SHIT”.
The slave was scared by now of course, but he still refused, Gertrud took hold of the button that was hanging from the cord beside the chair, then she looked straight into his eyes and at the same time as she rubbed his lips with her rubberboot-sole so Gertrud pressed the button.

There was a distinct sizzling sound coming from inside the hole and in the next moment the slave`s scream in pure agony was slightly muffled against Gertrud`s rubberboot-sole that she kept rubbing against his lips and a second later Gertrud pressed the button again and the electricity burned into his balls with a sizzling sound.
The slave had been tortured in the medical unit and suffered badly, but this was worse, the excruciating pain and agony the slave was experiencing now between his legs was much worse then having your fingernails pulled out….so much worse and the slave`s attitude changed in an instant right in front of Gertrud`s and Tina`s eyes and that sadistic, merciless grin that they most often had on their lips appeared along with laughter as the slave`s eyes were filled with tears and panic.
Gertrud raised her rubberboot-sole slightly and held it then about two inches from the slave’s mouth on purpose and said “REACH FOR IT PIG…REACH FOR IT……….GET YOUR FUCKING TONGUE OUT AND START LICKING THE DIRT OF MY RUBBERBOOT-SOLE”.
The inhumanly excruciating pain between the slave`s legs had stripped him practically naked from every attempt to refuse and even the thought of trying to refuse.



The slave was about to stretch his tongue out and up at Gertrud`s dirty rubberboot-sole, but he did not react fast enough to Gertrud`s order due to the pain, but he would soon learn to do exactly what was orded and fast.
Gertrud pressed the button once again and said “GET BUSY WITH YOUR TONGUE FUCKING PIG”.
In tremendous agony the slave quickly stretched his tongue up against Gertrud`s rubberboot-sole, but since she held it two inches above his mouth and the slave could not move his head at all so he only could press the very tip of his tongue against the dirty sole.
Gertrud held the button clearly visible to the slave and said “COMMON PIG…REACH FOR IT OR DO I NEED TO ROAST YOUR BALLS SOME MORE”.
Both Gertrud and Tina looked smiling into his panic-stricken eyes as he tried to stretch his tongue higher and Gertrud added with a smirk smile on her lips “NOT THAT I MIND PRESSING THIS BUTTON AGAIN…. NOT AT ALL”.
And then, for a fourth time Gertrud pressed the button and immediately after pressed her rubberboot-sole against the slave`s mouth, his whimpering in agony was muffled slightly by the dirty rubberboot-sole that he started to lick clean, rapidly moving his tongue and tears running down his cheek.

Tina bend down, looked with a really mockery smile as the slave was licking and said, trying to imitate his words from before “OOOH.. I`M NOT GONNA LICK ANY DIRTY BOOT-SOLES”. And added then with her own voice “YEAH SURE….. SURE YOU FUCKING PIG”.
Both Gertrud and Tina burst into laughter that brought tears into their eyes and when they had cached their breath again, so Gertrud moved her rubberboot-sole around the slave mouth so that rest of her dirty rubberboot-sole would get licked clean since the slave was completely unable to move his head.

Tina who still were sitting squatted beside, orded the slave to look straight into her eyes and as he did, so Tina tried the best she could to put a disgusted expression on her face and said “OOH, THAT DIRTY RUBBERBOOT-SOLE MUST TASTE SOMETHING DISGUSTING”.
Tina smiled then in a very mockery way and continued “BUT THERE YOU ARE….. LICKING A LADY`S FILTHY RUBBERBOOT-SOLE…… HOW DOES IT FEEL PIG…? HOW DOES IT FEEL”.
Tina giggled and continued “YES… THIS LITTLE PIGGY LOOKS QUITE HUMILIATED”.
Gertrud orded the slave then to look up at her and after she had stared into his eyes a couple of seconds with a mockery smile on her lips, so she said pointing her words to Tina “JUST WAIT UNTIL LATER TODAY WHEN WE HAVE CLOSED THE LOCKER…. THEN THIS LITTLE PIGGY IS GOING TO GET TO SUCK MY MOIST AND SALTY NYLON-TOES AND LICK EVERY INCH OF MY SWEATY BARE FEET…….THEN….THEN TINA, WE CAN TALK ABOUT GETTING HUMILIATED”.
They both burst into laughter and Tina added then “YES, AND MY CHEESY FEET ARE ALSO IN A NEED OF AN LOOONG AND VERY CAREFUL CLEANING AND THIS PIGGY IS GONNA DO IT WITH HIS TONGUE”.
For a couple of more minutes the slave had to lick Gertrud`s rubberboot-sole before she rose up smiling and said to Tina that it was time to open the Locker.



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CHAPTER 5

As Tina went to open the front door so Gertrud stayed on at the slave who`s eyes were more or less filled by panic when he heard the foot-steps of the woman and girls walking into the other room and within a minute it was totally packed.
12 woman or girls at time were allowed into the main room where the slave was while the rest waited in the other room for their turn and as the first 12 walked in so Gertrud smiled when she saw a middle-aged woman named Deborah or just Debbie as she was called.
Gertrud knew that the woman Debbie, worked in the Quinn City south disposal Central and she had as always her work-boots on her, a pair of white rubberboots that wasn`t all that white any more after several years of use.


Normally, every customer were given 15 minutes of “Foot-service” time and they decided of course themselves how they spend that time, but since just about every woman and girl wanted the slave to lick not just their feet clean, but also their foot-ware, so they all wanted to use those 15 minutes as effectively as possible and that meant one thing, the slave assign to a “Locker” would have to really work with his mouth and tongue non stop for 13 hours a day.

Some woman and girls that had especially stinky feet so Gertrud and Tina could grant them an extra 10 minutes and Debbie who came to this locker twice a month was one of those.
Gertrud looked down at the slave and said “OOH, NOW YOU ARE IN FOR A TREAT”. Gertrud laught a little and said “Hello” to Debbie who greeted smiling back, and then she looked at the slave, her thin lips formed into a cruel smile, Debbie walked slowly towards the slave until she stood just in front of his face.
The slave saw Debbie`s miss-coloured dirty rubberboots coming at him and every step that she took so he could very clearly hear a moist squeaky sound coming from inside her rubberboots and as she stood at his face so despite the fact that she had her rubberboots still on, so he could smell the absolutely horrendous smell that was oozing up from inside her rubberboots.
Debbie looked down at the slave and said “I SEE THAT YOU HAVE A NEW LICKER IN THE HOLE”.

Gertrud explained that he was to be executed in the Brigall house, then Gertrud continued with a mockery smile on her lips “BUT SINCE THIS LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT TRULY HATES AND IS DISGUSTED BY THE SMELL AND TASTE OF WOMAN`S SWEATY FEET, SO JUDGE LAYTON DECIDED THAT HE SHOULD SPEND A WEEK IN A LOCKER”.
Debbie looked smiling down at the slave and said “WELL, THEN THIS IS GONNA BE EXTRA FUN”.
Both Debbie and Gertrud burst into laughter as did the rest of the woman and girls that were in the room, they all stood around, waiting to see as the slave would be forced to lick Debbie`s feet clean and most of them knew that Debbie`s feet were NOT the nicest feet to be forced to lick clean.

Debbie sat then down on the chair that was in front of the slave`s face, Gertrud said that she had her 25 minutes as normally.
Debbie smiled and replied “THANK YOU DEAR”.
All the woman and girls around took then a step backwards as Debbie pressed her left rubberboot-toe against the heel of her right rubberboot, holding it steady and then slowly pulled her foot out and in that instant realising a absolutely horrendous smell that came from her foot as well as from the inside of her rubberboot.
As Debbie then crossed her legs and placed the sole of her barefoot some 3-4 inches above the slave`s face so they all burst into laughter, not just because of the extremely cheesy smell that reeked from her foot and that it was glimmering of sweat, but also because the slave`s face looked so tiny compared to Debbie`s foot.

Debbie measured almost 6`3 without any heels on, she was still a very beautiful woman, maybe slightly overweight, but those extra pounds were just at the right places at her well shaped ass, hips and legs that looked quite strong, but yet very feminine.
One common thing that everybody thought was that Debbie`s feet were absolutely gorgeous despite the fact that they were so large, almost size 11 with long slender toes and she always had her toenails painted with a nice pink colour, but as she always used her old rubberboots barefooted so they most often looked quite dirty and sweaty which was of course normal since the wear of rubberboots tends to get the feet to sweat extra much, but at the same time it was a kind of an contradiction, having a pair of beautiful feet that at the same time were large, dirty and smelled like an old cheese factory.

Debbie was quite proud of her feet herself and you could think that she in that case would take care of them, pampering, washing and having them manicured, but that was not the case, instead she had come to the locker twice a month for several years now to have her feet licked clean and she thought as so many other woman that the only true and proper manicure was done by a slave`s moist tongue.
The slave`s heart started to beat a lot faster of pure panic when he saw Debbie`s large foot-sole above his face and he could see that there was some tiny, dark and moist pieces of cotton stuck to her foot-sole, most likely from the inner-sole of her rubberboot, but overall that her foot-sole was plain and simply dirty.
What really got the slave`s heart to rush into panic was the way Debbie`s foot smelled, it was by far the most foul smell of cheesy foot sweat, the absolutely worst stink that he had ever sensed.
Just from having the foot-sole above his face made the slave to belch as the extremely salty and cheesy smell of foot-sweat covered and clued against his face like an invisible bag and with every breath of air that salty and cheesy smell of foot-sweat attacked deep into his nostrils and as he tried to breath thru his mouth instead so in an instant he could very clearly sense and taste the smell inside his mouth.

All the woman and girls around burst into laughter as they saw how the helpless slave was belching and staring in absolute panic up at Debbie`s foot-sole.
Tina bend down slightly there at the slave`s head, but then she quickly got up, pinched her nose shut and took a step back at the same time and said “OOOH MY GOD”.
Debbie curved and flexed her toes a little and said with a slightly ironic tone “WHAT MY DEAR…..DO MY FOOT SMELL “THAT” BAD”.
Tina > “ARE YOU KIDDING…… I`M SORRY DEBBIE, BUT YOUR FOOT SMELLS JUST AWFUL AND WHEN I BEND DOWN SO IT WAS 10….20 TIMES WORSE”.
Everybody around either laught or giggled as they could also sense the disgusting reek from Debbie`s foot, but mostly they laught at Debbie`s and Tina`s “performance” because they all knew the main reason why they talked the way they did, it was all just to torment the slave even further, to enhance and intensify the feeling of humiliation of what he was about to be forced to do.
Debbie continued to flex her toes there above the slave`s face and said “WELL…SINCE I WEAR MY OLD RUBBERBOOTS ALL DAY LONG AND IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE I LAST GOT MY FEET LICKED CLEAN SO IT`S NO WONDER THAT THEY SMELL A LITTLE”.
Debbie looked then straight into the slave`s panic-stricken eyes with a amused smile, she lowered her foot, separated the big toe and slowly slide the slave`s nose right in-between the gap and then pressed her dirty foot-sole so hard against his closed mouth that he would not be able to open it and even if he could so her foot-sole covered it effectively so that the only way for the slave to get oxygen was to breath thru his nose that was now wedged right in-between the gap of Debbie`s big toe and the next one.

Debbie knew very well that the absolutely worst, the strongest and disgustingly smell was right there between her toes where a dark thick layer of moist toe-jam had been accumulated during the past two weeks time.
The slave had not been prepared for this and after he with a quick short inhale thru his nose tried to get oxygen and felt the smell that got him belching so he tried to open his mouth and after couple of seconds of desperate attempts Debbie felt his lips moving apart as he managed to open his mouth slightly, but she knew that it wouldn’t help the slave at all.
Debbie could then very clearly feel the sucking motion against her foot-sole as he tried to breath and she watched with a mockery smile on her lips as the slave desperately tried to get some air thru his mouth.
Everybody in the room knew exactly what Debbie was doing and looked at her skillful foot-work amused and just waiting for the moment when the slave would be forced to draw in oxygen thru his nose and they all also knew that the longer he tried to resist so the deeper he would be forced to breath, not just once, but several times just get catch his breath back.

Since the slave had not been prepared for this so he had hardly drawn any air into his lungs before his mouth was covered by Debbie`s foot-sole, so it did not take long before his face started to get red and Debbie could feel that small trembling of his face against her foot-sole and she knew that any moment now he would be forced to take a deep breath.
When the slave then finally had to get air so he tried to take as small inhale as possible, but his body was so drained out of oxygen that an instant after the small inhale he involuntarily had to take a really deep breath and they all could hear it very clearly.
The whole room exploded into laughter of raw mockery amusement and every woman and girl watched and listen the slave inhale the foul air that was mixed or more or less totally overtaken by Debbie`s horrifically smelling cheesy toe-jam as his only opportunity to get oxygen.
Debbie moved her toes slightly, smearing and almost pushing the moist toe-jam into the slave`s nostrils and said with a satisfied smile shining on her lips “THAT`S IT YOU LITTLE FUCKER…BREATH IN THE AROMATIC FUMES OF MY TOE-JAM”.
On top of the absolutely sickening facial expression that was written all over on the slave`s face so they heard how he was belching as the stink invaded deep into his nostrils and just after couple of breaths he could taste it even in his mouth.
The slave tried for a moment to keep his breath, but instead the lack of oxygen forced him involuntary to inhale even harder, Gertrud bend down slightly, looked straight into the slave`s tearful eyes and said with a mockery smile “HMMM…DOES LADY DEBBIE`S TOE-JAM SMELL GOOOOOD”.
Tina who stood on the opposite side bend also slightly downwards and said “THAT`S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT, BREATH DEEP NOW THAT YOU HAVE THE HONOUR OF GETTING TOE-JAM FLAVOURED OXYGEN”.

Debbie showed then a little more of her sadistic nature as she pushed the button and send a roasting electric shock into the slave`s balls and a broad smile appeared on her lips as she felt the slave`s face tremble under her foot-sole as he was suffering in pure agony and in the next moment he started to inhale even harder due to the pain, just as Debbie knew that he would.
She watched the helpless slave`s suffering and said “EVERY TIME I`M NOT SATISFIED THE WAY YOU SERVICE MY FEET, SO I`M GONNA BE ROASTING YOUR BALLS”.
After Debbie had said this so she raised her foot up a little and said “NOW PIGGY, GET YOUR MOUTH OPEN”.
He opened his mouth without any hesitation, scared of been given a electric shock otherwise, but he soon would learn that those electric shocks were used even without any reason and used just as a way to assure that he would give best possible foot-service.

Debbie placed and positioned her toes so that the gap between her big toe was just in the middle of his open mouth and said then “NOW YOU PUNY FUCKER, GET YOUR TONGUE IN THERE BETWEEN MY TOE AND LICK THAT CHEESY TOE-JAM OF”.
The slave pushed his tongue up and as soon as it connected with the moist and extremely salty surface of the underside of Debbie`s toes so he hesitated for second, but forced himself then to push his tongue in and into the moist and cheesy mess between the big toe of Debbie.
The taste made the slave to belch, Debbie as well as the other woman and girls that were nearest could see the tip of his tongue in there between Debbie`s toes and also as he was about to pull it out.
Debbie pushed the button and the pain that shot right into the slave`s balls had the same effect as it had before, making his face tremble under Debbie`s foot-sole, but with a little difference now as they all could see and made them to burst into laughter.

Along with the slave`s whimpering so they could see how his tongue was trembling between Debbie`s toes with a motion that smeared his tongue with toe-jam and Debbie said amused “OOH…HOW NICE IT FEELS, THIS PIGGYS TONGUE VIBRATES JUST LIKE A TINY DILDO”.
And with that said Debbie pressed the button once more and the room exploded once again in laughter and everyone was enjoying seeing the slave suffer with his tongue between Debbie`s toes and it just got better right after that because the slave started to cry with a whimpering sound and pushed his tongue up and down between Debbie`s toes in a state of pure panic.

Debbie looked at it smiling with her finger on the button and said “THAT`S IT PIG… KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING AND LICK THAT CHEESY TOE-JAM OF”.
The slave was practically belching all the time, but he kept licking and licking that moist toe-jam from between Debbie`s big toe until she raised her foot up and moved it slightly to the side and they all could see that his tongue was covered by the dark and moist toe-jam.

Debbie said then “NOW… WASH YOUR TONGUE CLEAN AND SWALLOW THAT TOE-JAM”.
She looked then with an amused smile as the slave with great difficulty started to swallow that disgusting toe-jam, he swallowed once and belched and as he forced himself to swallow the second time and Debbie saw that he was just about to puke so she pressed the button quickly and said “SWALLOW IT UP”.
The slave`s whole face was trembling as he swallowed the rest of her toe-jam and as soon as he was done so Debbie placed her toes back onto his mouth and gave an short and simple order “LICK”.


As Debbie saw and felt the slave`s trembling tongue slide into the gap between her big-toe so she enjoyed the wonderful tingling sensation between her legs and could clearly feel how her panties started to get a bit wet.
Debbie just loved to humiliate a slave, especially when he had been rendered so helpless and utterly defenceless like in the hole of a “Locker” and the combination of being able to make the slave suffer at the same time made it just absolutely delightful and the last factor that really made a warm horny shiver tingle between her legs was looking at the slave, looking at his panic-stricken eyes, the fear, the shear terror that shined thru his eyes made Debbie to give out a little moan of pleasure.
Everybody stood so near around that they could hear Debbie`s little moan and burst into laughter, knowing exactly how she was enjoying herself.



During the years the slave had been kept at the north compound and despite all of the cruel sadistic torture he had seen there, how other slave`s had been thrown on the ground and brutally kicked to death by a group of guards wearing their black high-heeled boots or those slave`s that had been whipped until the skin fell of their body’s, despite all that and a lot more, so he always had that last tiny string of hope that he maybe, maybe he would be sold to a woman who would feel some kind of pity or compassion towards him, but most of that hope had been ripped away the day he had stood naked in front of judge Layton and by the death sentence verdict she had announced.
Hope is a bit strange in the way it works, that no matter what happens so you often have that last tiny string of hope left in you, but the slave felt now how being in the locker and used as a utterly dehumanized
“Foot-service devise” was ripping and shredding his last tiny string of hope and spirit into pieces.



Within these thoughts the slave`s licking slowed down slightly as he looked up at Debbie, sobbing and whimpering like a little puppy, begging with his tearful eyes….Begging for mercy.
Debbie`s ice-cold eyes, filled by utter contempt stared back at his like two sharp hot nails that burned and piercing right into his very soul and when Debbie saw clearly how the slave`s last pieces of hope and spirit started literally to disintegrate there under her sweaty foot-sole, so a sadistic and truly scornful smile formed her red painted lips into a satisfied grin.

For a short while Debbie just looked at the slave, enjoying what she was seeing, but then she placed her thumb on the button and slowly pressed it down, sending a wave of electricity into the slave`s balls and said loudly “WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU TO SLOW DOWN THE LICKING YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT………GET YOUR FUCKING TONGUE BUSY OR I`M GONNA ROAST YOUR BALLS LIKE TWO LITTLE MARSH MALLOWS”.
Debbie raised her other foot and accompanied her words by slamming the side of her rubberboot hard against the slave`s head who was whimpering and suffering horrifically in excruciating pain as the electric shock burned his balls.
Everybody in the room could clearly see how the slave`s last pieces of spirit and will were shattered into nothingness there under Debbie`s cheesy and smelly foot-sole.
They all looked with a mockery smile on their lips as the slave`s tongue continued then to wipe and lick clean the gap between Debbie`s big toe, but now a lot faster, the slave licked in absolute panic, making sloppy moist sounds as his tongue was moving between Debbie`s toes.
Debbie looked amused down at the crying slave, she kept her thumb on the button so that he could see it and said slowly, emphasizing every word “LICK THAT STINKY TOE-JAM OF”.
Debbie watched the slave`s licking with a amused smile on her lips and she especially liked the sloppy sound it made.

Nine out of the 12 customers in the locker-room were middle-aged woman and then there was three girls that had come to the locker together from some “Rave-party” where they had been dancing the whole night and wanted to fresh up their feet before going home.
Two of the girls had worn-out ballerina shoes on their feet and the third one had a pair of old sneakers.
Those three girls moved so that they were standing just at the slave`s head, one behind and the other two at the sides, they looked with a scornful smile on their lips how the slave was licking between Debbie`s toes and having just witnessed how the slave`s spirit was shuttered in pieces and seeing him suffer made the girls to giggle joyfully.
Those girls proofed the poll totally wrong that had been in the Quinn City news just the other day where the question was “> Can young girls be just as cruel as older woman <”
Almost 72% of the votes said “>No<, but those three girls showed that the poll wasn`t all that right with their mental torment of the broken slave.

The girls, Susan, Amber and Brenda were all just over 18 and really nice looking girls, with fit bodies like a cheer-leader and they all were quite long also.
Brenda had dark brown hair while both Susan and Amber were blond.
All three girls stood there at the slave`s head looking down, enjoying seeing his humiliation along the way he was suffering, but they wanted to add more to it, they wanted to torment and torture the already broken slave even more.
Amber took hold of her nose, looked at Debbie giving her a quick blink and Debbie blinked back as to say that she was along with their little game, Amber looked then back down, staring at the slave like Susan and Brenda did and said “OOOH MY GOOOOOD WHAT A STINK”.
Susan added “I KNOW THAT MY FEET CAN STINK QUITE BAD, BUT NOTHING LIKE THAT”.
Brenda joined in, she gave Amber and Susan a quick look, then turned her attention back down and said with a disgusted expression on her face “AND THE STINK RIGHT THERE UNDER THIS LADY`S FOOT-SOLE MUST BE AT LEAST 10 TIMES WORSE THEN THE ONE WE CAN SMELL UP HERE”.
Both of the other girls agreed to that giggling.
All three girls kept staring down at the slave, scornfully smiling and they could very clearly see how their taunting were affecting him, how his lips were quivering and making the already awful humiliation even worse.
There was no pity what so ever in those girl’s eyes, they just continued mercilessly to increase the level of humiliation as Amber bend slightly down and said “HEY PIGGY…HOW DOES IT FEEL LICKING A WOMAN`S CHEESY TOE-JAM”.
Susan bend also slightly down and added “OOOH HOLY SHIT WHAT A STINK”. Then Susan laught a little and continued with a mockery tone “HOW DOES THAT TOE-JAM TASTE LIKE....I BET IT`S REAL SALTY AND YUMMY”.
Brenda joined in, she acted like if she was feeling sorry for the slave “OOOH POOOR LITTLE THING…
OOOH LOOK GIRLS, HE’S CRYING”.
Susan and Amber made then a quite good act of imitating the slave`s crying and Amber said with a voice of compassion that was almost convincing “POOR LITTLE PIGGY”.
Brenda looked then at Amber and Susan knowing that they wound understand what little game she had in her mind, they had played it several times before.

All three girls looked at the slave, just like if they were feeling sorry for him and they all said softly and with a pitiful tone “OOOH POOR LITTLE THING” and several of the woman around joined in, acting like if they had suddenly realised and regretting what they were doing to him.
Debbie removed her toes from the slave`s mouth and played her role absolutely perfectly, she looked at him with compassion and said “OOOH POOR LITTLE BOY, DO YOU WANT US TO STOP THIS”.

In moments like this, despite the fact how unbelievable it would seem to the slave that he would get away, so it really doesn’t matter because just the chance, just the slightest tiny possibility is quite enough to lit up the last pieces of hope and that was just what they all saw then.
The slave`s tearful eyes looked up at Debbie and the girls, searching the compassion and mercy he so needed, his lips were shivering like a baby that is about to start crying when he said with his voice trembling “PLEASE…PLEASE NO MORE…. PLEASE NO MORE”.
The slave`s begging sounded a bit slurry since he had no teeth and so fanny that they all had to restrain themselves from bursting to laughter so that their sadistic little mind-game would not be revealed.
Gertrud had during her several years of work in the Locker played this kind of game lots of times and she had her own little way to bring the slave back to reality.

Gertrud stood just beside Debbie and said then to all the woman to gather around so that the slave could see their faces while the girls remained where they were.
Gertrud gave the slave a quick look, then turned her attention towards the woman around giving them a little blink and said “SINCE THIS “FOOT-SERVICE” SLAVE IS SUFFERING SO BADLY AND THERE SEEMS TO BE THE OPINION TO “STOP” HIS TREATMENT, SO LETS HAVE A VOTING ABOUT IT, BUT LETS DO IT IN A LITTLE DIFFERENT WAY, A VOCAL KIND OF VOTING.
THOSE OF YOU WHO WANT TO STOP……VOTE SO BY >NOT LAUGHING< AND THOSE OF YOU THAT WANT TO CONTINUE TO USE THIS SLAVE VOTE SO BY >LAUGHTER<.
OKAY LADIES….AND GIRLS, CAST YOUR VOTE”.
Every woman and those three girls just at the slave`s head fastened their gaze into his eyes and pretended like if they were pondering about how to vote.
With the ever so tiny, but nevertheless new hope, the slave looked at them with his eyes pleading for mercy.
For a moment while they all could keep a straight face, the slave actually thought that there was a chance, his desperation kept the hope alive and his pleading eyes searched for the mercy that only existed in his fantasy-world created by despair, but then slowly, slowly all the woman’s and girl’s lips started to curve into a really scornful smile, their eyes changed into a cold and totally heartless gaze.
In the same rate as their gaze changed into a merciless sadistic grin, so the hope in the slave`s eyes changed into pure panic and he begged “PLEASE… NO MORE…PLEAseeee…”.
His begging was then over voiced and could hardly even be heard when all the woman and the girls at his head burst into truly mockery laughter that brutally dragged the slave back into reality and Debbie who was eager to continue didn`t waste any time, she slammed the side of her rubberboot hard against his head and said “NOW YOU PUNY FUCKER….OPEN YOUR MOUTH”.
He begged, but was quickly shut up by Susan who almost shouted “MERCY IS SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT EXIST HERE YOU FUCKING PIG”.
Debbie pressed then the button and exactly at the same time as the slave started to whimper in agony so she slammed the side of her rubberboot once more against the side of his head, but this time so hard that it made his vision slightly blurry.
Right after that Debbie raised her barefoot up, pointed her big-toe towards his mouth, wiggled it a couple of times and then just pushed it into the slave`s toothless mouth and said “SUCK IT PIGGY”.
It looked very fanny when Debbie who is a tall woman with large feet pushed her big-toe into the slave`s mouth who was just 5`6 in height, it looked like her sweaty big-toe filled his mouth real good.

Debbie wriggled her big-toe inside the slave`s mouth, scratching the roof of his mouth with the toe-nail and said “NOW… SUCK IT CLEAN”.
The response was all too slow, Debbie pressed the button again and smiled scornfully when he started to suck on her big-toe whimpering in pain and she said “THAT`S IT PIGGY, SUCK MY SWEATY BIG-TOE CLEAN…..SUCK IT GOOD”.
The girls at the side were giggling and a moment later laughing out loud together with all the rest when Brenda said “YEAH PIGGY, SUCK IT LIKE A DUMMY”. And made then sucking sounds with her mouth.

The slave had been in the Locker barely one hour and his last hope, every single piece of spirit and will was literally stomped and trampled into nothing during that time, he burst into absolutely pitiful cry and sucked Debbie`s sweaty big-toe who also made sucking sounds then and said “DOES MY CHEESY TOE TASTE GOOD”. And then burst into laughter.
During the whole time he was sucking on Debbie`s big-toe so all three girls stood there at his head, watching him suck, giggling and asking how it tasted.
Amber who was next in turn to use the slave, slide her right bare-foot out of her well-used and soiled ballerina shoe that absolutely reeked of extremely strong and cheesy foot sweat, she raised her foot-sole just couple of inches above the slave`s face who belch and looked with a sickening expression up at the foot-sole, Amber wriggled her toes a little and said “NEXT YOU ARE GONNA FRESH UP MY FEET”.

Debbie wasn`t normally all that sensitive to bad smells, but when Amber placed her barefoot above the slave`s face so the way Amber`s foot smelled was just a little too much even for Debbie, it just reeked so absolutely horrendously that Debbie had to turn her face to the side.
Amber giggled a little and said “I KNOW…BUT HEY……...I’VE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT DANCING”.
Even the others could sense the smell and agreed that it was just awful and Debbie said politely, but with a firm tone “COMMON GIRL, PLEASE TAKE YOUR SHOE BACK ON OR I`M GONNA PUKE”.
Amber slide her foot smiling back into her shoe and asked “WAS IT REALLY THAT BAD”.
Debbie gave her a warm smile and said “GIRL…. YOUR FEET ARE REALLY IN THE NEED OF A MOIST TONGUE”.
Amber answered smiling “I KNOW”. Then she pointed down at the slave with her finger and continued with a little giggle “THIS PIGGY IS GONNA TAKE CARE OF THAT AND GIVE MY FEET A NICE REFRESHING LICKING”.
Everybody in the room started to laugh.
During the next 15 minutes Debbie had the slave lick between her other toes also and then a quick licking of the foot-sole since she had already gone over the time, but nobody minded that since they all have had so much fun watching.

(To be continued)