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Bristol finds out your fear, and uses it to dominate you. Will give gp for additions
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Chapter #4

She tramples your face.

    by: Carl Author IconMail Icon
With those words she then marches onto of your face! You only had a bare instant to turn your head to the side before her foot crashes down on your head.

The object of your horror, those cursed toe socks were on your face! Her right foot was on your cheek and the left foot was on the side of your head. The pain warred with your phobia, you couldn't be sure what was worse.

And then Bristol Palin, daughter of the first female VP started to march on your face and you knew what was worse. It was the pain. Her feet were pounding your head into the floor. Her feet were jamming your cheek into your teeth, you could feel blood on the inside of your mouth.

"This is so much fun!"

You were in so much pain you just wanted her to stop. How could she be so cruel?

"Isn't this fun? Isn't it?"

You of course couldn't answer but she seemed to enjoy taunting you.

"Aww does it hurt? Poor little baby, you're gonging to have to get used to this. Yes you are, yes you are."

The pain had you on the verge of tears but you tried to fight them to salvage your pride. But it got worse. She then started to STOMP on your head. Was she trying to kill you? On one lift of her foot you cried out, "PLEASE"

Bristol laughed and finally got off of your head.

"Please? Such a polite wittle slave."

Her voice ended its faux baby talk voice and it dropped into a severe whisper. "You little bitch, I own you. I'm going to break you. And after I break you, I'm going to make you my foot licking, toe sock sniffing bitch for the rest of your miserable life."

Those words chilled your soul. You felt bubbles of fear rip through your body as you struggled to fight the tears of terror that were forming. You knew if you started bawling she will have totally broken you. She would have made you weep and beg for mercy so quickly, you're self-esteem would never recover. She saw the quiver of your lip and the scariest smile you have ever seen formed on Bristol Palin's face.

Will you break here and now?
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