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"God Layla your feet reek" "Look who's talking! You could clear a room with those stinky peds of yours, Jane" "Well, maybe if someone did his job faster and finished cleaning your soles already he could start with mine" "Maybe. Maybe if he doesn't get the job done in a few minutes I'll crush him under my heel while we watch TV" "Nah uh, we'll get turns! Ain't fair you have all the fun. Besides, I'm sure the little bitch here is gonna hurry the fuck up so he can get to my gorgeous feet, ain't that right?" she teased. You did speed up, not that it mattered; their soles towered over you like buildings made of flesh and sweat, your body was as tall as their big toes so there was no way you could finish cleaning them in an acceptable time. The sisters were not exaggerating the smell the slightest, it was the most atrocious stench you had ever smelled in your life, making the horrid taste of the sweat you were forced to lap away pale next to it.

"Where did you get this idiot Jane? It's been two days and he hasn't improved a bit" "One of those Resistance shelters we raided. Dunno, he looked kinda cute, all scared while we stomped and ate his little pals" "The one we found with that bug's info? That leader we tortured for a month. Man, he was more fun than this insect I can tell you" "C'mon Layla he was a mess when we finished with him, all he did was whimper and speak gibberish. Besides, boss orders are boss orders, we can't argue with her" "I know, but still, eating him live on TV so the Resistance members could see it was such a waste, why don't use any of the ones we captured?" "Who cares. Besides, he didn't squirm anymore, he was getting boring. Now, you are gonna do a good job, right slave? Unless you wanna end up as our shit too" you frantically nodded, which earned a chuckle from both giantesses

You were bound to both women at the same time, chained to twin toe rings that made sure you always had to stay close to both pair of feet. The only took one leash out at a time, so you always were linked to one of these cruel sisters. Lifting her left foot, Jane moved it away from her footstool just enough to tug you to the side, almost making you lose your balance "C'mooooon, hurry up. My feet deserve pampering too" You couldn't work any faster, it was physically impossible for your tongue to move any quicker than it was right now. The amounts of dirt Layla had on her sole were enough to fill your stomach for a week, and yet you had to do this twice before moving to her equally disgusting sister. Not only that, her soles were irradiating an extremely uncomfortable heat that was making you sweat like crazy. Luckily for you, Jane was there to point the obvious solution "Thank us for providing you all this delicious footsweat. We don't want you to dehydrate!" "I mean, we don't really care, do we? We can always get another" "You are right; we are spoiling him too much. He should beg for it" "C'mon slave, beg for our permission to lick our sweat" Layla ordered. Scared out of your mind, you shyly pleaded for their consent, the sisters rolling their eyes "Beg LOUDER bitch" Jane remarked her last sentence by slamming her heel down on her footstool, making you shake in fear. You screamed at them, pleading for their 'generosity' and for permission to lick the sweat off their perfect feet. Cackling at your reaction, the sisters addressed your pleas "Geez, that was depressing" "Yeah, that was sad as fuck" "You call that begging? I should trample the living shit out of you, but I'm feeling generous" "Me too, what do you say? We pardon him this time?" "Just this once. Slave, you may lick our precious footweat" "And you may feast on our toejam"

"Don't take this for granted, slave! We expect you to give your 110%" "We may even reward you!" You threw yourself at Layla's sole, knowing they would use any excuse to fuck you up, so you desperately hoped that if you did an outstanding job they would at least recognize it and honor their word, maybe even unchaining you and letting you rest Eventually, Layla gave her approval for you to switch footstools, with your tiny frame leaping from one wooden surface to another in order to serve the second pair of equally monolithic; equally stinky and equally sweaty feet.

Your tongue was beyond sore, it hurt every time you dragged across her skin, feeling like you were licking the most disgusting sandpaper you could find. But the already bad taste was not even close to the horrendous stench that emanated from both pairs of feet, it was pleasant comparison. The putrid stink emanating from Jane’s feet had nothing to envy from Layla own reek, the towering soles cooperating to produce and mix the most atrocious smell you had ever experienced with their owners not even trying. They just laid there and let the overpowering stench erode your brain and your nostrils while they watched their show and threw some jabs at you here and there, constantly reminding you of your miserable situation "You are supposed to lick the sweat off my sister's foot, not getting coated in it" "Don't be so mean Layla, I bet the little guy likes it. Don't you slave? Getting drenched in a pretty girls sweat" "Yeah, he must love it. He did beg for it, what am I thinking? Of course he likes it" "I mean, what kind of man would beg for that if he did not enjoy it?" "A very small and weak one, that's for sure"

Jane scrunched her toes from time to time, the movement of her foot making fat beads of sweat and grime splash on you adding to the continuous humiliation you were being subjected to. Eventually, the show they were watching finally ended and you were not ready for what came next: with one swift move, Jane moved her right foot and pinched your head between her first and second toe, quickly slamming you on the stool and smashing the air out of your lungs. She then released your head just to move her other foot in, resting her heel on you and leaving only your head free right under her sole. To make matters worse, once you were pinned down she crossed her legs, making her right foot rest on the left one, effectively doubling the already oppressive weight that was crushing you "Well, we gotta go on a scheduled patrol in about ten minutes. Say, Layla, are you satisfied with our slave’s performance?" "Well, he did not do it too bad, considering he is a fucking microbe compared to us" she admitted.

While they had this conversation, you were gasping for air under the colossal foot, the violent hacks not bothering the sadistic sisters at all; it was music to their ears. You saw Layla’s head appear over her foot “I say he deserves a reward” she said as she smashed your head with her finger to keep you still, and unlatched her leash from your collar. Right after, Jane’s feet rose up letting you get mouthfuls of the taint, yet precious air you needed. Gaining more awareness of your surroundings, you saw Jane lean forwards, imitating her sister. You let a small sight of relief, she was gonna unshackle you too, what else the reward could be? You were gonna get a well-deserved rest while they were on patrol “Ok slave, she’s right; you earned yourself a nice reward” she said, but instead of reaching for your collar, her hand went for her toe ring. You were immediately yanked upwards as she pulled the cord, shortening it to the point it lifted you a bit from the ground and you had to stand of your toes to not choke. Reaching to the side of the couch, she grabbed two different boots from the floor and showed them to you: one was a combat boot, the other was an ugg boot “You get to pick were you are gonna stay for the next two hours!” she said with a smile “If you are not sure which one to pick, I’m sure my lovely sister will gladly help you” “Of course Jane! Anything for our hardworking slave!” they both stared at you, with mocking smiles. You were too busy trying not to choke, so in the end Layla just pointed at one of them, with Jane throwing away the other. Standing up, Layla lifted one foot and presented it to you “Kiss my soles goodbye insect, you are not seeing them for a few hours. But don’t worry, I’ll keep them warm and sweaty for you!” you complied, terrified of what they would do to you if you chose to disrespect her. After a few kisses Layla pushed her foot forward, smashing your body between her soles “Good bitch. I hope you have fun! And don’t even think about passing out, or we will punish you in ways you can’t imagine” she said, pulling her foot back. Before you had time to recover Jane scooted forward, lifting her foot in the air. You kicked your legs around, grabbing the leash in order to keep breathing while she lowered her foot. The air got denser and denser, the stench multiplied while both sisters laughed at you; you were plunged into darkness. Everything went black…

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"God Layla your feet reek" "Look who's talking! You could clear a room with those stinky peds of yours, Jane" "Well, maybe if someone did his job faster and finished cleaning your soles already he could start with mine" "Maybe. Maybe if he doesn't get the job done in a few minutes I'll crush him under my heel while we watch TV" "Nah uh, we'll get turns! Ain't fair you have all the fun. Besides, I'm sure the little bitch here is gonna hurry the fuck up so he can get to my gorgeous feet, ain't that right?" she teased. You did speed up, not that it mattered; their soles towered over you like buildings made of flesh and sweat, your body was as tall as their big toes so there was no way you could finish cleaning them in an acceptable time. The sisters were not exaggerating the smell the slightest, it was the most atrocious stench you had ever smelled in your life, making the horrid taste of the sweat you were forced to lap away pale next to it.

"Where did you get this idiot Jane? It's been two days and he hasn't improved a bit" "One of those Resistance shelters we raided. Dunno, he looked kinda cute, all scared while we stomped and ate his little pals" "The one we found with that bug's info? That leader we tortured for a month. Man, he was more fun than this insect I can tell you" "C'mon Layla he was a mess when we finished with him, all he did was whimper and speak gibberish. Besides, boss orders are boss orders, we can't argue with her" "I know, but still, eating him live on TV so the Resistance members could see it was such a waste, why don't use any of the ones we captured?" "Who cares. Besides, he didn't squirm anymore, he was getting boring. Now, you are gonna do a good job, right slave? Unless you wanna end up as our shit too" you frantically nodded, which earned a chuckle from both giantesses

You were bound to both women at the same time, chained to twin toe rings that made sure you always had to stay close to both pair of feet. The only took one leash out at a time, so you always were linked to one of these cruel sisters. Lifting her left foot, Jane moved it away from her footstool just enough to tug you to the side, almost making you lose your balance "C'mooooon, hurry up. My feet deserve pampering too" You couldn't work any faster, it was physically impossible for your tongue to move any quicker than it was right now. The amounts of dirt Layla had on her sole were enough to fill your stomach for a week, and yet you had to do this twice before moving to her equally disgusting sister. Not only that, her soles were irradiating an extremely uncomfortable heat that was making you sweat like crazy. Luckily for you, Jane was there to point the obvious solution "Thank us for providing you all this delicious footsweat. We don't want you to dehydrate!" "I mean, we don't really care, do we? We can always get another" "You are right; we are spoiling him too much. He should beg for it" "C'mon slave, beg for our permission to lick our sweat" Layla ordered. Scared out of your mind, you shyly pleaded for their consent, the sisters rolling their eyes "Beg LOUDER bitch" Jane remarked her last sentence by slamming her heel down on her footstool, making you shake in fear. You screamed at them, pleading for their 'generosity' and for permission to lick the sweat off their perfect feet. Cackling at your reaction, the sisters addressed your pleas "Geez, that was depressing" "Yeah, that was sad as fuck" "You call that begging? I should trample the living shit out of you, but I'm feeling generous" "Me too, what do you say? We pardon him this time?" "Just this once. Slave, you may lick our precious footweat" "And you may feast on our toejam"

"Don't take this for granted, slave! We expect you to give your 110%" "We may even reward you!" You threw yourself at Layla's sole, knowing they would use any excuse to fuck you up, so you desperately hoped that if you did an outstanding job they would at least recognize it and honor their word, maybe even unchaining you and letting you rest Eventually, Layla gave her approval for you to switch footstools, with your tiny frame leaping from one wooden surface to another in order to serve the second pair of equally monolithic; equally stinky and equally sweaty feet.

Your tongue was beyond sore, it hurt every time you dragged across her skin, feeling like you were licking the most disgusting sandpaper you could find. But the already bad taste was not even close to the horrendous stench that emanated from both pairs of feet, it was pleasant comparison. The putrid stink emanating from Jane’s feet had nothing to envy from Layla own reek, the towering soles cooperating to produce and mix the most atrocious smell you had ever experienced with their owners not even trying. They just laid there and let the overpowering stench erode your brain and your nostrils while they watched their show and threw some jabs at you here and there, constantly reminding you of your miserable situation "You are supposed to lick the sweat off my sister's foot, not getting coated in it" "Don't be so mean Layla, I bet the little guy likes it. Don't you slave? Getting drenched in a pretty girls sweat" "Yeah, he must love it. He did beg for it, what am I thinking? Of course he likes it" "I mean, what kind of man would beg for that if he did not enjoy it?" "A very small and weak one, that's for sure"

Jane scrunched her toes from time to time, the movement of her foot making fat beads of sweat and grime splash on you adding to the continuous humiliation you were being subjected to. Eventually, the show they were watching finally ended and you were not ready for what came next: with one swift move, Jane moved her right foot and pinched your head between her first and second toe, quickly slamming you on the stool and smashing the air out of your lungs. She then released your head just to move her other foot in, resting her heel on you and leaving only your head free right under her sole. To make matters worse, once you were pinned down she crossed her legs, making her right foot rest on the left one, effectively doubling the already oppressive weight that was crushing you "Well, we gotta go on a scheduled patrol in about ten minutes. Say, Layla, are you satisfied with our slave’s performance?" "Well, he did not do it too bad, considering he is a fucking microbe compared to us" she admitted.

While they had this conversation, you were gasping for air under the colossal foot, the violent hacks not bothering the sadistic sisters at all; it was music to their ears. You saw Layla’s head appear over her foot “I say he deserves a reward” she said as she smashed your head with her finger to keep you still, and unlatched her leash from your collar. Right after, Jane’s feet rose up letting you get mouthfuls of the taint, yet precious air you needed. Gaining more awareness of your surroundings, you saw Jane lean forwards, imitating her sister. You let a small sight of relief, she was gonna unshackle you too, what else the reward could be? You were gonna get a well-deserved rest while they were on patrol “Ok slave, she’s right; you earned yourself a nice reward” she said, but instead of reaching for your collar, her hand went for her toe ring. You were immediately yanked upwards as she pulled the cord, shortening it to the point it lifted you a bit from the ground and you had to stand of your toes to not choke. Reaching to the side of the couch, she grabbed two different boots from the floor and showed them to you: one was a combat boot, the other was an ugg boot “You get to pick were you are gonna stay for the next two hours!” she said with a smile “If you are not sure which one to pick, I’m sure my lovely sister will gladly help you” “Of course Jane! Anything for our hardworking slave!” they both stared at you, with mocking smiles. You were too busy trying not to choke, so in the end Layla just pointed at one of them, with Jane throwing away the other. Standing up, Layla lifted one foot and presented it to you “Kiss my soles goodbye insect, you are not seeing them for a few hours. But don’t worry, I’ll keep them warm and sweaty for you!” you complied, terrified of what they would do to you if you chose to disrespect her. After a few kisses Layla pushed her foot forward, smashing your body between her soles “Good bitch. I hope you have fun! And don’t even think about passing out, or we will punish you in ways you can’t imagine” she said, pulling her foot back. Before you had time to recover Jane scooted forward, lifting her foot in the air. You kicked your legs around, grabbing the leash in order to keep breathing while she lowered her foot. The air got denser and denser, the stench multiplied while both sisters laughed at you; you were plunged into darkness. Everything went black…