The Long Game CH.5

After being once again sent into the never-ending torment that was living in someone’s shoe as it’s being worn, I quickly fell back into a disassociated mindset. I hated my existence. There was no point to it. To exist solely for the pleasure of my demented step-family. After a while, I felt some thoughts begin to creep back into my head. Quite some time had passed at this point, and if I had to guess based on my position and how long it’s been, I could only assume that the night had come and she was now sleeping, still in her shoes. 

For a while I tried to contemplate what this could possibly mean. Did Mary leave me with her? Did she spend the night? How long did Erika plan on keeping me underfoot? My mind became flooded with impossible to answer questions. I tried to stop them, to disassociate once more, but this new situation was hard to tune out. The conditions I was now facing were far worse than when I was under Mary’s foot. There was no denying that Erika had a far superior foot odor to Mary, and now I was left only to guess how she was going to let it get for me before finally setting me free once more.  

Not that being free is a whole world of better. The little time I’ve spent outside of being trampled has still been in complete devotion and service to feet. I couldn’t help but feel like I must have done something terrible in my last life to deserve such a Hell of an existence that I now face. Like Hitler level terrible. Why else would I be forced to endure a never-ending torment around feet, the one thing that grosses me out the most. 

As hard as I tried to stop all the nasty thoughts from overtaking my brain, in the end I still lost. I just couldn’t get over how bad things were turning out to be. At the start of this, I thought I was going through Hell by the suffering that Mary was inflicted on me. I had never considered the thought of Erika getting involved, and now that she was, I dreaded the worst. The best I could hope for is that Mary doesn’t give me to her or decide to let her borrow me. 

These thoughts haunted me all the way through the night until the next morning when Erika got up. She walked around a bit, and I thought I may have heard her talking, but from the muffled state I was in, I couldn’t be completely sure. A few minutes later, I felt a relief from my trampling, meaning that she must have sat down. Next thing I knew, her shoe was coming off. I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t surprise me. I honestly expected her to keep me in here, at the very least, for the vast majority of the day. 

Next came the sock. I was so excited, but at the same time nervous. Not knowing what Erika had planned next filled me with absolute dread. I could feel her finger, scratching away at me, trying to peel me free. Once free, she casually let me drop to the floor. As I got to my feet, I looked over and noticed that Mary was sitting next to her, and also in the process of removing her shoes. Meaning more than likely she had also slept with her shoes on, just to aid in the task of making me as miserable as humanly possible. 

After putting her dirty socks into her equally nasty sneakers, she placed both off to the side and out of the way. Erika’s foot leaned in towards me quickly, and with one swift motion, flicked me off to the side and  in front of Mary’s feet. 

“Ok bug boy,” Erika said, “you’ve spent enough time at my feet for the moment. I think it’s time you be a good little brother and clean your sisters dirty, stinky feet. We both know how much you absolutely love our stinky feet, so we both made sure to sleep in our dirty socks with our shoes on so you could just enjoy yourself to the fullest! That sounds so great, right!?” 

I just looked at her and began making my way to Mary’s heel. 

“Hey!” Erika yelled. “I asked you a fuckin question bug!” 

“What?” I replied. “I’m sorry, what was your question?” 

Big mistake. 

“Don’t you know how to fuckin pay attention!? I told you that we slept in our shoes and socks so that you can fully enjoy yourself. Doesn’t that just sound amazing!?” 

“Uh,” I stammered, “yea, I guess..” 

“You guess!? You fuckin guess!? We are your fucking goddesses. It is your absolute honor to get the opportunity to worship us! You should be thanking us for letting you do this. Actually, yea, get the fuck down on your knees and show us your appreciation for this wonderful new life we’ve granted you!” 

I can’t lie. Listening to her speak terrified the shit out of me. I knew she was being one hundred percent serious in what she was saying. She truly saw them as Gods compared to me. I knew I had no choice, and was terrified to misbehave, so I dropped to my knees and started to beg. 

“Please!” I yelled up. “I’m so sorry! You’re right! Completely! Thank you so much for giving me this wonderful opportunity to spend the rest of my pathetic worthless life worshipping you both! You are both absolute goddesses, and it is my complete honor to get to serve you both! My only purpose in this world is to serve you!” 

They both laughed hysterically. 

“God you’re so pathetic!” Erika said. 

“Wow,” Mary chimed in, “that was fuckin impressive! Have you done this before?” 

“Yea,” Erika chuckled, “I’ve broken a few tiny’s in my day. Having such deadly smelling feet definitely helps!” 

They both laughed again. 

“Why are you still sitting there bug?” Erika snapped at me. 

I quickly sprung back up to my feet and went back to Mary’s heel where I began to clean. Her feet were covered in a new, thick film of semi dried sweat. Once again, I had no choice but to use my teeth to break through the wall of sweat that encompassed her foot. The fact that both these girls kept putting the same dirty socks back on meant that every time I was forced to clean their feet, the taste is significantly stronger and more potent than it had been the previous time. No matter what I did, I couldn’t escape their ever-worsening feet. 

As I was working on cleaning Mary’s heal, Erika once again set up her phone to record me. When I finished with Mary’s heals and made my way over to Erika, both girls crossed their legs, assumingly posing for the camera. As I began licking away at Erika’s heal, I could hear the two begin to taunt me. 

“What a sad and pathetic loser!” Erika said. 

“I know right!” Mary responded. “Look how happy he is to lick our nasty, sweat covered feet! It’s like he was born to do this! What a pathetic fuckin LOSER!” 

The whole time I spent cleaning Erika’s heels, I had to put up with these taunts. It was clear they were making a video of my torment, most likely to sell to those weird creepy pervs who are actually into this kind of shit. To think, there are actually people out there who wouldn’t want to just trade places with me, but would actually pay everything they had to do so. I wished in the worst way I could make that happen. To have some pathetic perv who actually wants this to switch places with me to set me from this Hell that I never deserved in the first place. 

“God you’re fucking slow!” Erika barked. 

I was almost done with her second heel when she picked me up and positioned me in that all to familiar position with her finger supporting the back of my head. I knew I was in for it now. She reached down, but to my surprise, instead of grinding my face into her foot, she started to use my face to clean Mary’s foot instead. They both giggled and continued to joke about how pathetic I was as they took turns passing me back and forth and using me to clean each other's feet. 

When they finished, the first thing I took notice of was the fact that they never got in between their toes. I hoped and prayed with everything that I had that they had forgotten, but deep down, I knew what was coming next. They picked me up, as well as their little phone recording set up, and moved to the couch. After setting the phone back up, they sat on the couch with their feet flat on the floor and set me down at their toes. 

“You know what comes next, bug,” Mary said sternly. 

I crawled up to Mary’s feet, simply because they were closer. As soon as I buried my face in the first thick glob of toe jam, I was quickly reminded as to how terrible her toe jam tasted. Not to mention, because of how bad her socks had gotten, this new round of toe jam tasted far worse than the first time around. And because of how long it’s been since she’s had a proper foot cleaning, there was far more of it all ground up in between her toes. As I was there on my knees, biting, ripping, and tearing away at chunks of toe jam, an even scarier thought began to creep into my mind.  

This experience was far worse than last time, and I realized that choosing to clean Mary’s to jam first may have been a major mistake. I knew that even if she had less toe jam to clean, Erika’s funk was going to be way worse than what I experienced now. Had I done those feet first, coming back to this would’ve most likely been a walk in the park. I couldn’t believe my foolishness. Part of me was even suspicious that that’s exactly why they decided to set me down where they did. I know that both girls can be very calculated when tormenting someone. 

Once again, as I cleaned their feet, I was faced with an endless barrage of taunting and teasing. I was glad the camera couldn’t catch my face as tears rolled down my cheeks. I made sure to keep my face buried in there toes at all times, just trying to prevent them from seeing just how successfully they were managing to torture me. They were already reveling in my pain, the last thing I wanted to do was show them even more. 

As I finished Mary’s second foot, for just a brief second, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Then reality hit, and I realized I still had two more sets of toes to clean, and without being even close, I knew things were about to get much worse. Little to my surprise, I was right. As my face got closer and closer to the first gap in her toes, I saw that, while she didn’t have quite as much toe jam collected there as Mary had, she still had quite a significant amount. And the smell that was slowly emanating from them confirmed that the taste was in fact, going to be much, much worse. 

The second that first glob of filth touched my mouth, I experienced something like never before. The taste was so strong that it was giving me a complete mental overload. As I bit into the first chunk and started to chew, I could feel the intense, nasty taste begin to spread throughout my whole body, filling me with disgust as well as agonizing pain. It burned like never before. This was the most potently foul thing I’ve ever had to taste, and I had no choice but to make sure that not a single spot was left. And if that wasn’t bad enough, knowing that this was just my first of many experiences with her to come was a thought far to depressing to bare. 

As I worked my way from toe to toe, I did my best to just focusing on finishing. At least once this ordeal was over, it would take some time before she could build up more toe jam, so I’d at least have a slight break from that. Even if I have to go back into the hell that is her shoe, it’s still better than the intensity that is her toe jam! When I finally got to the last little bit, my heart fluttered with excitement. I was almost done. I didn’t care what came next, it couldn’t possibly be worse than this. I finished with her second foot and got to my feet and took a few steps back and looked up at them, both smiling maniacally above me.  

“Ok...” Erika said. “And what do we say now?” 

Her voice was very condescending.  

“Thank you,” I said quietly. 

“The fuck!?” She yelled back at me. “I barely heard that! You better start showing some fucking appreciation for letting you eat our toe jam right fucking now, before I really make you regret it!” 

“Yes goddess,” I yelled up. “You’re so right! You’re always right! I was wrong. I’m nothing but a pathetic bug who is so grateful to have the opportunity to clean all the toe jam from between your toes!” 

“How does it taste?” 

“Absolutely divine! I can’t get enough! It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted! Thank you so much for granting me, a pathetic low life bug, the luxury of cleaning all the filth on your feet. A lowly insect like me doesn’t deserve such an honor.” 

“Aww. You’re so right. You don’t deserve the honor. But don’t worry, we’re loving goddesses. We know that all this love we’ve shown you is far more than you could ever be worthy of, but what can I say, we’re family! We just want to show you all the love we can! That’s why we both agreed that from now on, we’re not going to bathe anymore. You’re such a wonderfully absorbent sponge, I just know you’ll do a great job keeping our whole bodies clean! Again, I know you aren’t worthy of such a privilege, but like I said, we’re family, and we’re here to take care of you. Forever..” 

Those last words made me shudder. I knew I was going to have to endure this forever, but the last thing I wanted was to be reminded of that unfortunate fact. On top of that, now they were talking about not bathing anymore and using me as their substitute. All this time enduring their feet, I had never given a second thought to being used for really any other part of their bodies, apart from what happened with Mary the day she decided to play with herself. I was still trying to wrap my head around everything when Erika’s hand reached down and picked me up. 

“You know,” she started, “we never did get a chance to shower after the gym yesterday. We’re both honestly smelling pretty ripe, and I think after the wonderful job you did on our feet, it’s only proper to give you a reward! Now I don’t know if they’ll smell as bad as our feet, but I know our armpits could really use a good, thorough cleaning.” 

“Yea,” Mary agreed, laughing, “I can definitely use a good pit cleaning!” 

“Ok, how bout this. Mary, go sit over there for now. That way I can lay on the couch and make this easier. Oh, and adjust the camera to get a good closeup video of this!” 

As Mary set up the phone and switched seats, Erika picked me up and laid down on the couch. Once she was comfortable, she raised her right arm above her head, and laid me down right in front of her arm pit. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was extra ripe. Once again, I found my senses being bombarded and overwhelmed with an unnatural stench that threatened to consume me. 

As bad as the smell was, and as much as I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, I knew that if I delayed much longer, I would surely be facing some serious consequences that I knew I was nowhere near ready to deal with. I moved in, put my hands on her skin for balance, and before I could even start licking, the intense flavor of her pit sweat started to soak into my hands. I wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything but what I was about to do, but despite all this, I still pressed my face deep into her pit flesh. 

Remembering my earlier experience with Mary’s foot, I knew it would be in my best interest to use my face to absorb as much sweat as possible to speed up the process as much as I could. As bad as their feet tasted, all the time I spent absorbing sweat inside their shoes, I had grown at least slightly accustomed to the taste and smell of their feet. Now that I was being presented with a new smelly body part that I wasn’t used to, I found myself in a whole new world of unbearable.  

As more and more of her sweat soaked into my body and mixed with the massive amount of foot sweat that was trapped within me, leaving me with a whole new mixed concoction of nasty flavors. Now, along with the taste of vinegar, cheese, and corn chips, I also had a strong oniony taste mixing in. I honestly couldn’t tell you if her arm pits smelled worse than her feet, because the two were so different in smell it would be like comparing the taste of an apple to that of an orange, it’s just not the same thing. 

“Are you enjoying your reward?” Erika asked with a giggle. 

This time I knew better than to remain silent, and quickly pulled my face away from her skin to reply. 

“Yes goddess!” I yelled up to her. “I can’t thank you enough for the honor! Thank you for letting me be your own personal sponge, to clean any part of your body that needs it. Thank you for letting me serve you!” 

“Good boy. Now get the fuck back to work!” 

Without a reply, I quickly buried my face back in her pit flesh. As it would seem, Mary had spent half our lives conditioning me. Preparing me for this moment. And now that we were here, in this new, life changing arrangement, Erika was stepping in and training me to be the perfect shrunken slave. My fear of consequence had made me far too obedient to even consider not giving either of these girls what they wanted. It was my job to make sure that they were both always happy, and I knew that failure would never be an option. As terrible as my life was, they both had the power to make my situation far worse than it currently is, and they both knew it. I didn’t know what my future in their care would hold for me, but I knew that if I didn’t obey their every whim, it would be exponentially worse than what it could be. In all their taunting and teasing, they were right. I am just a pathetic bug boy now. Mary planned all this out from the start. She played the long game, and she won. Now I truly am her own personal toy, to play with and do anything she sees fit. And now that Erika’s involved...