Victoria's Feet Interrogate and Kill
by Junkie mashafan1@hotmail.com



Manson answered the door to his house and was immediately met with a straight
punch to the face, knocking him down. His attacker, an attractive auburn
haired woman, stepped into his house.

"Living a little large for a part-time Janitor, huh Manson?" She spoke, eyeing
around before refocussing on him aggressively.

Manson reared up into a seated position and began shuffling back, away from
the advancing woman. He cleared his punch-drunk senses, looking her up and
down. She was a very well-built woman in her mid 30s. 5'9" and a solid 155lbs
of curvy sturdiness. A black tank top showed off her broad shoulders and
muscular 14" arms, the material stretched by her big, womanly 40E breasts. Her
trim 28" waist curved out into wide 38" hips with thick shapely thighs encased
in tight blue denim jeans.

Manson swallowed a dry gulp as he continued to shuffle away from the imposing
woman. Her black leather boots click-clacking on his hard wooden floor as she
menacingly advanced on the downed man.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" Manson demanded.

The woman stood before him in a wide stance, placing her hands on her hips.

"I am April. I am a Bounty Hunter." Her thick lips spoke.

"W...W. What the fuck do you want!?" Manson followed up his questioning,
dabbing and checking the slight trickle of blood from the corner of his
stinging mouth.

"I know you're working for the Bellini brothers. Where is their hideout?"

"Fuck you!" Manson spat. "I'm just a Janitor."

With that he sprang back to his feet, shouting "GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE!"

"Not until you give me the information I need, Manson." April returned,
raising her eyebrows with an arrogant smirk on her face.

Manson, an average looking man of 29 with short, spikey brown hair, went on
the offensive, defending himself against the female intruder with force. He
stepped up to her determined to give her a taste of her own medicine and swung
a punch at her attractive face. His 5'8, 160 pound frame was not nearly as
honed and toned as her body, however. She raised her arm, blocking his punch
and slugged him in his soft stomach. Manson doubled over and she met his face
once more with a uppercut, her clubbing clenched fist impacting his jaw.

Manson saw stars before feeling the thud of the strong woman's boot thumping
him in the chest with a powerful side-kick. Manson's body involuntarily took
off, knocking open the door to his living room and crash-landing on his back
in front of his newly purchased big screen TV.

"Where can I find the Bellini brothers?" April snarled, demanding information
from the man.

Manson roared in anger, clambering back to his feet and charging her once
again. His laboured, uncoordinated attack was met with another straight punch
from the in-control woman, stunting his attack. She then took two handfuls of
the stunned man's T-shirt and pulled him close to her. Manson could feel her
power overwhelm him. Her impressive pool-ball sized biceps peaking as she
almost lifted him off his feet. Her deep hazel eyes starring into his before
jerking him back and forward again, meeting his forehead with hers, delivering
a very un-ladylike head-butt to the weaker male.

Manson's eyes rolled back in his head as the force of the blow knocked him
into a state of semi-consciousness. April still held him by the scruff of his
shirt and admired her dominance over the inferior male, knowing that she could
do whatever she wanted to him and he wouldn't be able to stop her.

Determined to derive the information from him, she transitioned around and
took his back, snaking her arm around his neck. The sinew and muscle of her
thick, powerful forearm rippled and danced as she twisted and constricted his
neck.

"Tell me, Manson. Tell me where I can find them." She breathed into his ear.

Manson grimaced, grunted and pawed at the vice grip of her forearm. Her
feminine perfume humiliating his senses that he was being physically
interrogated and beaten by a female. He refused to tell her anything.

April transitioned once again, this time looping her arms under his and
locking in a full-nelson. She locked her fingers and pushed down on the back
of his head, driving the meek male's chin into his own chest.

"Where?" She growled, increasing the pressure.

April stood in a wide stance, her firm rounded glutes and thick, shapely denim
encased legs planted and providing support for both their bodies as she lifted
and rag-dolled the man trapped in her painful full-nelson submission hold.

"WHERE!?" She forcefully demanded again.

Manson groaned in agony, but remained uncompliant. "Fuck you, bitch!" He
muttered through gritted teeth.

"Having trouble?" Suddenly another woman's voice sounded. Her voice was soft
and relaxed, but equally as authoritative.

April turned, turning Manson with her as they both saw the other woman.

"He hasn't talked yet – but he will! -He knows where the brothers are!" She
finished, jolting a fresh surge of power into her hold.

"Oh yes, he looks like a squealer!" The other woman smiled.

She was tall, blonde and beautiful. Stunningly beautiful. She also looked to
be in her mid-30s and wore a cool flowing white summer mini-dress with strappy
white heels. She stood a little over six feet and was super model slim, but a
healthy-looking 125lbs for her lofty height. Her long, blonde, tousled
barbie-doll hair framed her attractive, model like face with bright blue eyes.

Manson, still held in the grip of April's hold looked on as he watched the
tall, leggy blonde strut off into his kitchen and return, dragging a wooden
dining room chair. She moved in a very fluid, sensual way with a confident
swagger. She brought the chair to the centre of the room and declared "I will
make him talk!" With a bright smile.

"I am Victoria, by the way." She addressed Manson. "I see you've already met
April." She finished with a giggle.

Manson felt his knees giving out as April drove her knees into the back of
his. She forced him down into a seated position on the floor, infront of the
chair Victoria had brought into the room.

April continued to hold him in a full nelson, his arms flailing up high like
two sorry, wilting plant stems as she dropped to one knee behind him, driving
the other painfully into his spine and holding him upright, controlling his
head as well.

Victoria then, with slow, deliberate strides, strutted around the chair and
sat herself down like a queen above him. One long leg whistled up and around,
fanning the air in front of Manson's face, her high heeled foot missing him by
mere millimetres as she crossed her legs. She smiled again, teasing him,
sensing his anxiety. She shuffled a little closer, and reached down to her
shoe. Manson's eyes followed her action, watching as she reached down and
unbuckled her strappy white heels.

Victoria let out a soft moan as she released the buckle and loosened the
shoe's grip on her foot. She allowed the shoe to dangle momentarily, before
removing it completely with another soft, satisfied moan. With her foot inches
from his face, Manson could smell the light, alluring odour that began to make
him breath deeper and his mouth begin to water.

"Are you a foot man, Manson?" Victoria asked, her voice still soft and
sensual. He did not speak but Victoria knew she had him under her spell.

"Well, I'm going to turn you into one." She arrogantly smirked. "My feet are
sexy aren't they."

Manson continued to look down at her big size 11 bare foot like an enslaved
minion as she sat cross-legged before him. He noted the incredibly high arch
of her foot, perfect length and thickness of her toes and the impeccable sheen
to her pearl-silver painted toenails. She rolled her foot around, showing him
the soles; the smoothness tempered with the harder, thicker skin on ball and
heel of her foot. She curled and stretched her toes, mesmerising him as his
heart rate grew faster and faster.

Victoria brought her foot up higher and ever closer to his face.

"Open your mouth, Manson." She instructed, gliding her toes to within an inch
of his lips.

Manson looked up at her face. She tilted her head back and parted her sultry
bee-stung lips, motioning for him to follow her lead. He was too mesmerised by
her beauty to stop himself and found himself obeying her, opening his mouth
and allowing her to slowly slide her toes past his lips.

Her foot entered his mouth and sedately slid inside. His tongue tasted the
salty sexiness of the underside of her toes and at that moment he felt a jolt
of horniness in his loins. His cock stiffened in his pants.

His mouth widened to accommodate more of her foot as it burrowed deeper,
slowly probing further.

Soon the amount of foot in Manson's mouth was uncomfortable. Her toes were
threatening his throat, boring past his uvula. His jaw jacked open so wide he
no longer had the strength to bite down. His eyes bugged open in fear, taking
short quick panic fueled shots of air through his nose. April, still holding
him hostage, looked up at Victoria with an evil grin, which Victoria returned.

Manson felt his jaw popping and being forced to breaking point as Victoria's
big size 11 relentlessly burrowed deeper. He felt his gag reflex, but it had
no affect on her invading foot. It didn't work. Nothing worked. Finally her
foot was so deep, only her heel remained, the rest of her big foot was buried
deep in his mouth, blocking his airways completely.

'THIS IS GOING TO KILL ME!" Manson's mind registered in absolute terror. He
began to shake uncontrollably and his life flashed before him. He began to
feel his consciousness slip away, choking on the tall blonde's big foot.

"Are you ready to talk, Manson?"

He grunted and nodded as best he could.

"Are you sure?" Victoria asked again, completely and yet effortlessly in
control.

Manson again signalled his submission, his eyes begging for mercy.

For the first time in his life he found himself thanking god as he felt her
foot begin to retract. His next breath of air in his lungs was the best he had
ever had and made him so grateful for simple earthly pleasure of oxygen.

Victoria's foot fluidly slithered, surpent like from Manson's mouth.

"Now talk." April commanded into his ear, shaking him as he took in more deep
breaths, calming himself.

"The Box... I see them at The Box on Fridays... It's a rowdy bar out in the
sticks... Paul Bellini – he owns the place... That's all I know" He whimpered,
blinking his watery eyes clear as he looked up at Victoria, still grimacing in
the grip of April's full nelson, his arms completely numb by this point.

Victoria tilted her head back, her top lip curling and snarling her pearly
white teeth like a predatory animal showing it's fangs. She looked at him like
a piece of scum.

"You work for them..." She pressed, still not satisfied with his information.

"I collect some debts for Peter Bellini... Me and a bunch of other goons, we
collect debts from people that owe him... I see him at the Box on Fridays when
I get the money... He gives me a cut... I always see him at The Box... The
Box!"

April drank in how easily she had roughed up this scumbag who went around
beating people up and threatening them as a loan shark, extracting
extortionate rates for the gangster brothers.

"You better not be lying to us..." April growled.

"I SWEAR IT'S ALL I KNOW!!" Manson yelped. "I JUST SEE THEM AT THE BOX ON
FRIDAYS, THEY ALWAYS HANG OUT THERE ON FRIDAYS... THE WHOLE BELLINI CREW!" He
yelled in frustration, just wanting the interrogation to end.

"He's not lying." Victoria smiled with satisfaction as Manson dejectedly
sighed, humiliated that two women had got the better of him.

Manson was a broken man. He had been on to a good thing working for the
Bellini brothers. He had been loyal and the longer he had worked for them, the
more their trust grew and the more money he made. Only the inner circle of
Bellini's crew knew their secret hideout and Manson wanted into that circle.
He was a tough man to break but the women had broken him. He could not believe
it. He was totally shamed.

If the Bellini brothers ever found out he'd betrayed them, he'd be dead for
sure. Manson had put some money away and he was already mentally thinking
about his next move - getting out of town, laying low and starting a new life
where the gangsters wouldn't catch up to him.

"The Bellinis are finished." Victoria spoke like a court room judge. "We've
been paid to find them and kill them. We will find them and we will kill them.
There's also a bounty on the heads of anyone who works for them.

Manson's mouth turned dry as he listened to Victoria's next words.

"There is a Bounty on your head, Manson." She calmly spoke.

"N...No..." Manson stuttered in terror.

Victoria smiled evilly and heard April chuckle into his ear.

"I'm going to kill you now, Manson." She told him matter of factly. "I'm going
to kill you with my feet."

"N.N...No!" Manson repeated. "PLEASE NO... I'LL DO ANYTHING!!!" He pleaded.

"You'll take my foot in your mouth again." She quickly retorted with a smirk.

"NO!!" Manson shot back, shaking in horror as April still held him tight, her
strength unrelenting, watching on as Victoria uncrossed and recrossed her
other leg, her soft skin swishing against her short mini-dress and allowing
him a brief up-skirt glimpse at her hot red thong panties before she began
unbuckling her other shoe.

Manson felt beads of sweat running down his face, his heart beating so fast it
felt like it would pump its way out of his chest. He found himself thinking
that it would be better to die of a heart attack. His eyes widened as Victoria
removed her shoe and once again paraded it in front of his face.

"Oh, what's the matter Manson? Don't you like my feet anymore?" She giggled.

"Open your mouth, Manson." She asked seductively. It was so hard to resist a
woman of her beauty when she asks a simple request, but Manson kept his mouth
clamped shut.

Victoria smiled and prodded her damp toes at his tight lips. He kept them shut
and his teeth clenched.

"Knock, knock." She teased the terrified man. April giggled in his ear,
enjoying his torment,

Victoria took advantage of Manson's helpless form, reaching down and unzipping
his fly.

He squirmed and attempted to close his legs, but the chair and his lack of
flexibility prevented him from closing them enough as the two women continued
to have him at their complete mercy.

Victoria gleefully hummed a little tune, playfully working her grounded
barefoot closer to his crotch like a big caterpillar. Her toes finally
arriving at the entrance to his fly and entering as easily yet as unwelcomely
as she had entered his private home. She worked her foot inside his jeans and
inside the opening to his boxers, raising her eyes as she felt past his penis.
Manson continued to writhe and squirm to no avail. Her wiggling toes rubbed
against the sensitive spots of his manhood as she looked him dead in the eye,
raising her brow as she settled into the position she was looking for.

The ball of her foot pressed his testicles to the ground. She pressed down,
smiling wickedly like she was pumping a car pedal. Shooting pain reverberated
from Manson's groin to his brain. Her other foot still prodding gently at his
mouth. He knew he must deny her. He was strong enough, he told himself. No
more feet. He wouldn't let that foot back in his mouth. No!

Victoria pressed down harder. Unbelieveable pain surged through Manson's
nerves. He felt his balls widen under the weight of the dominant blonde's foot
like delicate grapes at bursting point. He couldn't take it anymore.

"NOOOOOOOOO...." He bellowed. "ARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!" He screamed.

It was all Victoria needed to slide her foot back into his mouth.

Again he tasted her bare foot's salty sexiness, but it would be the instrument
of his doom. Victoria allowed herself a chuckle at getting the better of him
once again. She released her foot from his balls when she was satisfied he no
longer had the leverage to bite down on her foot as it was far enough inside
once more.

Manson felt his jaw being prized open more and more, so much foot. Too much
foot.

Her toes painfully tickled his tonsils, sure to wiggle and use her sharp
toenails to slice and tear the tender flesh of his mouth and throat.

Victoria took her time, wanting him to feel fully humiliated with his mouth
stuffed full of foot.

"Look at the woman who's going to kill you." April hissed in his ear.

Manson looked up to see Victoria sitting before him, the tall blonde beautiful
woman in a white mini-dress. He could not believe this was happening.

Victoria pressed deeper and deeper. Manson felt his airways close once again
and her wiggling, dancing toes probe ever deeper into his throat.

Manson felt incredible pain as his jaw popped, cracked and finally gave way,
breaking and dislocating as the huge hoof bore completely inside his mouth,
her heel sliding over his tongue and his neck bulging to the outline of her
foot.

"Fuck yeah!" Victoria moaned with orgasmic pleasure.

Manson's body began to shut down, feeling her ankle sliding into his mouth.

"Fuck his mouth, girl!" April beamed, feeling him lose consciousness and go
completely limp in her strong arms.

His vision dimmed as Victoria – his beautiful female executioner would be his
final sight.

Victoria's final words then delivered him to his death as they were the final
words he heard.

"Enjoy that foot, bitch!" She moaned with satisfaction, feeling his heart beat
its final beat.

Victoria retracted her foot from Manson's mouth using his shoulder to push
against. April allowed his corpse to slump onto his living room carpet, his
broken jaw and mouth still prized unnaturally and gruesomely wide from taking
Victoria's whole foot. His eyes still conveying the terror and pain he died
feeling.

"One down, umpteen more to go!" April said with conviction, her muscular arms
looking more impressive than most gym-going men's from the pump she'd worked
up. "I'll take this piece of shit out to the truck." She finished, easily
lifting and throwing his lifeless form over her shoulder.

Victoria meanwhile stripped naked and showered in Manson's bathroom before
joining her friend outside in their truck. They drove away with Manson's body
thrown in the open back, on display like a piece of garbage for everyone to
see.

The dominant female bounty hunters collected their reward and would continue
their mission. Easy money.

-The End-