When you hear footsteps again, the voices that accompany it make your stomach sink. Angela is talking to her daughter and your best friend, Amy.
"Hey honey, how was the track last night? You told me you hitting it quite hard, what was it? Three miles? Four?"
"Hahaha I haven't done four in a loooong time mom. I did seven! Hey why did you tell me to keep those shoes and socks on? And not to shower? I even mentioned that I crushed a fairly large ant by accident and you even insisted I didn't wash that off. What was that all about?"
Now they were entering the living room, but you were still out of view because of how you were positioned on the floor. "Well Amy, as you might have heard, Nick's here and very happily awaiting our return back to him. Turns out he's really good at enduring feet, and so I wanted to put him to the test since I know that your feet could kill an elephant." She brought Amy around to where your head poked out from under the couch, making Amy gasp and start laughing at your predicament.
"You're telling me that he's up to this?"
"Does it matter?" They both started started laughing quite heartily then Amy plopped herself on the couch above you, Angela pulling up a love chair across from her, sandwiching you between them.
Your eyes were now showing pure fear,fueling the sadistic fires in the both of them. While Amy was peeling of her tennis shoes, her mom kept you busy, pulling everything she could grasp with her ten little piggies. You were quite embarrassed by this whole experience, your face now resembling a tomato, but that didn't last too long until the scent of Amy's feet poured into the room. This caused her mom to pull up in a ball, a shirt over her face, but you had to endure the point blank of it for Amy instantly and violently shoved her arch under your nose. She then ripped the tape off your mouth and traded her moms sock for hers before resealing the tape. Your senses were in rebellion, a pure and utter attempt to die for that would've been very much a blessing by now. The raunchiness of her feet very well could've keeled an elephant over and your eyes were well past watering. You pulled as far you could away from these tormentors but your obvious misery was causing hysterics in Amy. She then took her still socked foot and started fiercely rubbing it on one cheek, causing rug burn and permanently infusing your face with her smell. Her unsocked foot she then brought well above your face. She scrunched and wiggled her toes at your and began every so slowly bringing them down to your nose. Her foot looked much better than her wrinkly and battered moms foot, but was still a force to be reckoned with. You tried twisting your face away but Angela had her feet on either side of you, pinning you quite securely for your due punishment.
Amy's foot was still callused, like her moms, but still looked very young and fair. It didn't help as it was still a sponge for sweat and smell, and as it made contact with your face you started screaming through your gag. This was too much for the girls, who began to slide their free hands down their pants. Two pairs of feet assailed your poor face, four feet pinned you down and rubbed themselves all over you. You started sobbing, your tears lubricating their feet, which for the girls, was the thing that sent them over the edge, adding screams of ecstasy to your sensory overload.
20 minutes later of playing with you, they begin to debate what they want from you now. But then again, Amy's staying for the weekend so they're going to get everything they want anyways.
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