The End Game By scribbler Tasha enacts her foot torture plan to perfection The air was filled with a perfumed aroma and the lights dim, just enough to make out the faint silhouette of figures as Kaslowski awoke from his impromptu slumber. As his eyes started to track his immediate surroundings, his hands and feet made no such movement, shackled as they were to the chair he was attached to. The chair had an elongated seat, which could accommodate another person sitting either back-to-back or indeed face to face. Most worrying was how he was shackled, as his legs were essentially attached to the back legs of the chair along with his hands, his legs splayed out to the sides, almost in a sitting splits position. He was naked from the waist down and his shirt torn open revealing his chest and abdomen. His confusion as to his current predicament was compounded by his lack of memory and understanding as to how he was in such a position. He struggled with the shackles, but they were steel cuffs attaching his wrist and ankles to the chair ? he was going nowhere. As he struggled regardless, the door at the far end of the room opened and Tasha strode purposely in towards the stricken Koslowski. His memory quickly caught up and recognised her as the woman he had met the previous evening in the garden room of the Conte Hotel. Dressed then in a flowing red dress with matching heels, she was very inch a vision of desire. Now however she was bedecked in a basque, black sheer hold-ups topped in black lace with laced- up open toe stiletto sandals which were at least 5 inches in height. ?Good morning my dear? she mocked as she sauntered across the gym floor, her heels making the usual clicking sound as they hit the surface. Koslowski?s despite his predicament, couldn?t take his eyes off Tasha?s firm, rippling legs as they resembled pillars of black steel. Her breasts were large but firm and her basque partly opened, displaying a good deal of cleavage, something again Koslowski remembered from the previous evening. ?What the fuck is all this about? joked Koslowski, hoping this was going to resolve itself with some harmless fun. ?Now now dear, don?t get too annoyed with me. I just needed a little time to decide what I was going to do with you so thought I would leave you here overnight whilst I gave it some thought? Tasha giggled as she threw her head back and untied the ribbons that held her hair in place. She knew exactly what she was going to do. ?What the fuck do you mean, do with me?? demanded Koslowski. ?What the hell is going on?? You don?t know who you are dealing with here. If anything happens to me you bitch you?ll pay for it ? do you really know who you are dealing with here?? Tasha smiled, seductively licking her upper lip and teeth. ?Oh yes, we know who we are dealing with ? the Irkutsk Brigade right?? Tasha swung her leg over the chair and sat on the seat facing Koslowski. ?You are part of the group that has been bringing terror across Eastern Europe these past 10 years, including importing drugs, extortion, blackmail of officials and the murders of other gang members and innocent civilians. I am part of a black ops agency, approved at the highest level but working completely under cover? Tasha raised her right foot onto the seat of the chair and relaxed against the back-rest. ?You think you can bring us down with people like you? fumed Koslowski, ?you simply don?t know what you are getting in to here and all this black ops crap ? we fucking own the government you bitch. God knows what you?re thinking but it might be best if you just stop this fucking nonsense here and now? Tasha smiled, and worringly for Koslowski she now placed the sole of her right foot on his left testicle. ?You don?t understand my dear. The government you know is no more ? the opposition parties are in ascendancy, the military are in favour of change and are supporting our moves in attempting to rid the country of this cancer that has been present for far too long?. She started to press down on his testicle, Koslowski starting to whince. ?Plus we have Loakim and Kirill also in custody and others linked to the gang. The female agents have been extremely busy rounding up the scum of society like you?. ?Go to fucking hell? yelled Koslowski, the seriousness of the situation now seemingly more real. Tasha pressed even further down onto his testicle, Koslowski now letting out a much higher pitched noise and starting to sweat profusely. Tasha played with her prey as she gently, but firmly moved her foot from side to side, mashing his manhood into the seat of the chair. ?So what do you want from me? pleaded Koslowski. ?That is your problem my dear as I don?t want anything? Tasha replied. ?Your comrades, if I can call them comrades, are squealing away under the pressure of interrogation from other colleagues and as for you, well in truth we don?t require your co-operation at all. No, this can just be a straightforward torture and execution without the need for constant questioning and unnecessary interruptions? explained Tasha. ?You see, I?ve always dreamt of killing a man with just my feet, and spent last night planning on how best to accomplish this?. Koslowski was now in a high state of panic, his heart was racing and the pain in his groin was becoming more intense. Tasha removed her shoes and raised her left foot onto the seat, crushing his testicles beneath her toes. She began to apply even greater pressure as she crossed her ankles over, raised her thighs up of the seat slightly and drove down hard on her Koslowskis manhood. The pain was excruciating, rising through his abdomen, but rupturing a testicle wasn?t what she had in mind, just yet at least. She momentarily released his balls from her foot prison, swiftly raising both her legs and resting the backs of her ankles on his shoulders. Despite the excessive tears in his eyes, Koslowski could see directly along both of Tasha?s legs, two intimidating pillars of smooth flesh culminating in a tantalising reveal of her pussy, uncovered and on full view for her prey. Tasha smiled wryly. ?this is going to be the last time you feast your eyes on one of these so enjoy what you can?. Koslowski was now shaking with fear, the pain lingering and wondering what she was capable of next. She lowered her left foot and placed it on the seat of the chair, drawing it back whilst raising her knee. At the same time she lowered her right foot, keeping it at knee high but drawing it back like an archer would draw back her bow string. Koslowski just stared in horror as she flexed her toes inside her sheer black nylons and then like a piston firing up a jet engine, her right thigh exploded forwards, the toes of her right foot driving directly into his left eye socket. Koslowski screamed the room down. Tasha?s face was a picture of determination and concentration as she wiggled her toes forcefully back and forwards. Koslowski was in utter agony, tethered to a chair, immobile and with the foot of an athletic amazonian firmly in his face, gouging his eye out. He frantically attempted to move his head, but his head had nowhere to go, and wherever it did go, Tasha?s foot was firmly attached to it. The muscles in her calves flexed as she applied maximum pressure, twisting her ankle and manoeuvring her toes so that she could extract his eyeball. Feeling that she had finally cupped his eyeball between her toes and the bowl of her foot, she extracted her foot together with Koslowski?s left eye. The popping noise was sickeningly audible. She laughed as she held it on view in front of his remaining right eye, dangling it like a trophy, a memento for her to treasure and parade in front of Loakim and Kirill, a reminder of what they will get from Tasha unless they give up valuable information much needed by the authorities. Koslowski knew his agony was not yet over, his destiny was with death but just how would she deliver his final coup-de-grace. Even midst the agony and torture he was suffering, he was still partially aroused by Tasha, something she was well aware of. Having let his extracted eye fall from the grip of her foot onto the floor below her, she casually and quite skilfully massaged Koslowski?s flaccid member into a full blown erection, which she milked with the soft caresses of the sole of her foot. Tasha added insult to injury by using the same foot that had just inflicted so much damage and pain on Koslowski. She gradually laid back on the seat of the extended chair, her head resting on the seat itself. She arched her hips upwards and wrapped her right instep behind Koslowskis head, whilst easing her left foot toward his throat and Adam?s apple. She had planned the death of her victim all night long and now for the moment of truth. She tilted his head forward with her foot, at the same time pressing her toes into his throat and pushing his Adam?s apple up into his airways. Koslowski was now gurgling, interspersed with sporadic gasps for oxygen. Tasha?s legs were flexed to their fullest extent, her muscles glistening with perspiration beneath the black denier of her stockings. The white of his right eye was now totally blood shot and bulging from its socket, the room seemingly darker, his oxygen starved brain starting to shut down. Tasha extended her left leg even further and applied more pressure, beyond what Koslowski was capable of handling. She started moaning herself, the orgasm which had started with the eye removal now reaching a crescendo as her feet virtually met, crushing his airways and neck to a virtual pulp. Through the din of her own orgasm washing over her, she failed to hear Koslowski?s utter his final gurgle and death rattle as he drifted out of existence. Tasha kept on the pressure regardless, her own fingers penetrating and stroking the inner sanctum of her now saturated pussy, rewarding herself on a job well done. Her screams of pleasure finally subsided, she lovingly licked the cum from her fingers, she picked up her shoes and discarded Koslowski?s eye in the trash bin. Making her way to the door, she glanced back at the wreckage of a man she had just destroyed. The evening had started well.