"What are you doing? You're a renowned fighter and feel no lust or fear for her, a woman of all things." You look her over her tiny body and blond ponytail as you think this situation out from a safe distance. "You could snap her body easily, what are you doing surrendering already? Is this what you trained for? To break at the first bit of intimidation?" You spit out the taste of foot and shake your head, raising your fists to do battle. She smirks and cracks her neck.
"That's it, that's the spirit. I always like to feel resistance when I crush some poor mans soul with my darlings." She flexes her toes on the floor in anticipation of putting your face under them once and for all. "Were they too much for you? Cmon, I'll let you hit me first, because I know you won't get another one off on me..unless you're afraid to hit a girl?" She cocked her head and put her hands on her hips, as if to scold you for wasting her time. Now your blood was boiling. You were going to destroy this little girl.
You charged up to her because you were going to make this first hit the only hit you needed. You had your fist lined up perfectly with her jaw, but she stepped aside at the last minute, and you crashed painfully in the wall behind her.
"Missed me missed me, now you gotta kiss me! She swung her foot up and kicked you in the face, causing you to stumble backwards and almost collapse right there and then. You strategically backed up and reanalysed the situation. She was agile and would need to be tackled or something to negate that. Maybe then, you could just wallop on her until she caved. You squinted at her smiling form and judged your next attack.
She took a step forward, as if to lunge, and you took it as your chance. You lunged and threw all your weight at her, but she slipped underneath you. Before you knew it, she was behind you and brought a single heel down to collapse you. It was a classic feint, paired up with an embarrassing misjudgement on your end. Sasha now stood towering above you, grinning like a maniac. You both knew right then and there who just won, but she took a long time in relishing it.
"Don't even beg for mercy, because you're going to do whatever I want anyways. Besides, this tournament is a fight to the death after all. There's no way getting out this. How unfortunate, my sister would've loved owning you with me. What a shame." She brought a weathered foot high up in the air, scrunching her toes, tormenting you with jeers, and generally loving the fact that she has full control over yet another male. At least, that's what she thought. If you were going to go down, you were going to go down fighting.
You quickly jerked up, seizing her only leg still attached to the ground, toppling her. It quickly dissolved into a brawl of who could get on top, as that would ultimately decide who was the going to be the real victor here. Punches, kicks, bites, scratches, headbutts, choking, spitting, nothing was off limits as this was truly a fight to the death. Huffing and puffing, you managed to bring yourself in a sitting position just below Sarah's breasts with both of her arms firmly pinned underneath your legs. You were both heavily battered, beleaguered, and generally close to running out of steam. However, you failed to secure her most important asset, and she swung her legs up, firmly grabbing your neck. Mistakenly, you loosened your leg grip on her, which she utilised to her maximum benefit. She threw you off and used her legs to guide you below her. The situation was now the same, but she was the one who had you pinned.
No matter how hard you struggled, she had you exhausted and beaten. She knew it, and enforced her will with a series of punches to the face until you stopped resisting. With you near unconsciousness, she could finally totally dominate you. "Go on, suck and lick. All you did by arguing was delay the inevitable. How pathetic, at least you're now were men belong, at a woman's feet. Go on, make them feel loved. They just went through an awfully drawn out workout, so I'm certain they have a juicy store of sweat just for you." She snickered, then eagerly forced herself onto you. Two incredibly callused, slick, stinking feet began to explore you with renewed energy.
"Honestly, you men are just adorable. You guys just think you can come into my domain and beat on me without some resistance? Well you got another thing coming. Lick and suck already damn you!" With the power of a truck, she slammed her foot down again and again on your lips until they parted, revealing a reluctant tongue. Anger subsiding as she stuffed your cheeks with her heels and your nostrils with your toes, she continued in her usually condescending tone. You really couldn't pay attention to her angry babbling as her stink finally dawned upon your ruined nose. She almost certainly never wore shoes or socks, as the scent of old sweat, gym mats, floorboards, dirt, and a thousand other surfaces invaded your nose with ferocity. Your tongue wasn't doing much better, for it had to clean off the sources of these scents. Layers of thick, black and green grime peeled off before you ever saw or tasted skin, and the taste of them caused your tongue to coil up and wither.
Your hands flew up in flurry, you just couldn't take it anymore. All of your strength was dedicated to this last attack, one desperate last attempt to free yourself. With two of her own hands free, she was able to easily counterattack you, but she didn't. Instead she got up and retreated to the other end of the arena. "Still resisting huh? Well come on, I'm always willing to have a round two. Prove yourself worthy of me giving you a quick death. One clean hit is all it will take for me to give you a nice, easy passing. Come on. Ooh, maybe you still got some adrenaline in you. I would love to see you pull a victory out of this. I wouldn't even be mad." She beckoned your crippled body with a finger, smiling the entire time.
You groaned, but pushed yourself up regardless. Sarah just threw her head back, cackling. "Is that the best you could do? You can't even sit up, you're so tired. Awwww, the poor little guy. It's almost like you want to be near my feet again. Well, if you insist!" She jumped up and slide tackled you, foot to face.
"Oh that feels so good, gag on my heel you useless sack of shit. How pathetic. You can't even land a single hit on me. Do you know how sad that is? How incredibly and awfully sad? God, let's see if you're even good at licking feet." She picked up the foot you were servicing before "round two" and guffawed. "This is all you were able to clean? This itsy bisty patch just below the toes? You really are good for nothing. How'd you even get into this tournament? You know what, it's too pitiful. I'm just going to have to get this over with. Give me a minute to really give a good think as to how to best kill something as garbage as you." Once again, she lifted herself off her human chair, and stood thinking with one foot firmly over your face.
You could lie there, breathing in the fumes her feet shot off while she planned your murder. You were too broken to even cry, so you just sniffed in defeat. This wasn't enough for her though, she needed more out of her tools and so she started to scrape the grime with your teeth directly into your mouth. It was quite possibly, no it definitely was, the worst thing you've ever had the displeasure of knowing. The taste was indescribable other than just pure hell. It was years, if not decades, of being barefoot, all being siphoned into you.
Every once in a while, your conqueror would look down, frowning, as she simply couldn't think of a death bad enough for how useless you were. As if to test something, she walked over to your chest and jumped on it a couple of times, to see how strong it was. It wouldn't do. You were fairly large and she was quite small. It'd be a lot of jumping and so you went backing to foot licking while she thought this out. All the sudden, she jumped up and scrambled to find something.
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