This choice: She is slipping you into her sock. • Go Back...Chapter #5Slipped Into Her Sock by: Unknown With a sudden jerk, Tulip moves you underneath the table. Her other hand comes down and wraps around your upper body, her index finger smearing across the front of your face. 'Typical', you think to yourself. Tulip has perfected the art of keeping you quiet as she terrorizes you. Her grip is firm, having ripped off your shirt in the process, but you can still breathe. You know that if you attempt to scream, she'll take care of that loophole quickly enough.
Everything is dark, but you feel yourself moving. Tulip releases her grip on you, and for a moment you see light, but it doesn't last. You were slid in between the chair and Tulip's ass, and she begins to lay the full weight of her ass back down on you. For anyone else, this would be a death sentence. Luckily for you, your body is capable of taking a beating. Sometimes you wonder if you were born that tough or if it is due to all of your life experiences.
That doesn't mean you are immune to pain, however. The weight above you still feels like a building fell over on you. You try to wiggle your way out and feel that your hands are free to move around. Using the chair as leverage, you try to scrape your way out from underneath her. You aren't sure how long you can take this pain before passing out, and the last thing you want to do is pass out with Tulip. She, if anything, is creative when it comes to messing with you while you are passed out (you have woken up in some very unusual places).
You don't get even an centimeter before Tulip lifts part of her ass back up. Her hand comes down on you, and her fingers wrap around your upper body again. This time she keeps her index and middle fingers free from your face, you guess because she wants you to see something. She tries to pull you out but your legs are still pinned by her other ass cheek. You flex as she tugs your legs out, she succeeds but leaves your pants behind in the process. You sigh, thinking of all of the clothing Tulip has destroyed over the years. Her hand swivels you towards the front and you get a quick peek of the opening of her knee-high socks before you are thrown in.
You tumble into the sock, and finally hit the bottom. Being trapped inside of a sock is much like being trapped inside of a fabric net. Everything is dark around you and the air is strong with the scent of Tulip's feet. Just as you start to rise to your feet, you see toes sliding toward you from the entrance. Her toes slide up to your head and, using her big and index toe, they grab your head and slide you up with them to the end of the sock. You can feel the warm sole on your chest, pushing your back into the fabric of the sock. The toes release their grip on your head and give a stretch, ensuring that you and her foot are firmly inside of the sock.
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