It still haunts me

Part 17: Shredding the Shredder & breaking the breaker

Suddenly, the door opened and a man went out with Josh behind him. "So, you
are Robert the Shredder! You don't seem like a shredder to me, fuckhead!
I'll shred your damn face to pieces with my toenails," said Madame Adele.

Robert was a handsome young man in his early 30s. He was the leader of this
gang which Madame Adele has just devastated. He was surprised to see her
alive. He looked at Josh behind him as if he wanted to spit in his face. He
tried to push Josh away and go inside, but Josh has just blocked his way.

"Did you think I could take your side against my own Lady? You are my
cousin, but she is my benefactor. She spared my life and turned all my bad
ideas upside down. She turned me from a detestable assassin into a loving
caring servant. I owe her a lot," Josh told his amazed cousin.

"You see, gangster! I have destroyed your whole gang. You thought as long
as you have that animal tied below my foot at your door, no one could touch
you. You were dead wrong, mister. I beat the shit out of him and gouged out
one of his eyeballs and crushed it between my toes. He is now lying
helpless and I am going to tear his flesh apart with torture until he is
convinced of my superiority over him, but after I tear your facial skin
under my toes here. Alex, go get Frank here," she ordered.

I went and returned with Frank in three seconds. Frank climbed up the
stairs in a hurry and knelt before Madame Adele's feet and kissed them.
"Good boy, Frank. Frank is one of my faithful servants like Josh and Alex
and soon this shit I am resting my foot on. Frank, can you get me a whip? I
need it so badly for the beast under my foot here. Don't come back and tell
me there are no whips around here," she commanded.

Frank returned in five minutes with a cat-o'-nine-tails in his hand, knelt
before Madame Adele and handed it to her. "Alex, get me a chair from inside
the room," she ordered me. I returned with a chair. She marched towards the
Shredder and kneed him in the groin. He went down on his knees in front of
her. She slapped him hard and shoved his face with her left foot, sending
him back on the ground. She took the chair and placed it over Robert and
sat down. She rested her feet on his both shoulders and started trampling
his face. She rubbed her heels violently on his eyes and cheeks.

His screams were so loud. The louder he screamed, the severer torment he
received. "Your screams would only prolong your suffering. Scream again. I
like it," she addressed the man trapped under the matchless power of her
feet.

All the deaths I witnessed were caused by the lower part of her body: her
thighs, calves and feet.

"How dare you killed my dear sister's husband? I'll just crush you here.
All of this because I did a man in the ring? Now you are going to say hello
to him in his fucking grave," she hissed, still trampling and hitting his
face hard. He suppressed his screams but his face was so red.

Madame Adele started using her toenails. She left a long deep scar on his
left cheek. She was trying to draw shapes with her toenails on his face. "I
want to make a swastika here to brand you like cattle," she told the poor
thing. She pointed her big toenails of both feet and started drawing a
circle beginning from the forehead and sliding down to make her big toes
meet again at his chin. Blood was gushing from his face like a fountain.
She then put the blades of each of her big toenails on his two earlobes and
started pressing strongly. The man could not stand it and he burst into
scream. She kept pressing until she completely chopped off both earlobes.

A pool of blood was under the man's head. "Please, stop! I'll do anything
you want, but just stop. I am going to die from this unbearable pain," the
man sobbed. "Don't worry. You'll die, but not now. I will give you as an
offering to my sister, who will sure decapitate you and use your head as
her pissing potty," she said.

The words were taken seriously by the man and his eyes just gleamed with
fear. "No, please. Don't do this. Don't introduce me to your sister. She'll
sure kill me in revenge for her husband," Robert pleaded.

"I'll leave you soaked in your stinking fucking blood to go teach this
animal a lesson of respect and obedience, which I believe you have just
learned, haven't you?" she asked.

"Yes, Madame. Yes. I really learned a horrible lesson. I am at your
complete disposal. I'll just do whatever you say," the once-Shredder Robert
replied.

She gave him a look of disdain and ordered Frank and Josh to raise the
giant Chinese captive to his feet and rip away the shirt he was wearing.
The animal-like creature stood on his own feet with the help of Josh and
Frank. His upper part was totally naked. She took the cat-o'-nine-tails and
kept flogging him hard and violently. Marks and scars on his body were
awful. He seemed to take it strong but after the 10th lash he burst into
screams. Madame Adele wanted to hear sharper screams to make sure he is
completely broken.

She went on with the flogging. She seemed to have grown tired but she
wouldn't show it. The pitch of the man's screams grew louder and I really
felt some pity for him. He mumbled things as if he wanted to speak, perhaps
for the first time in his life.

"Please! Please! St- stop. I s- s- slave. Mer- mercy. Stop, please," the
poor creature stuttered.

"Well! You want me to stop! It's up to me to say when I should stop, you
big moron! I have not finished yet with the lesson I should be giving you.
Besides, I don't need a new slave. I have plenty already. So why should I
have a stupid carcass like yours" she said, resuming the flogging.

It was obvious to all who were witnessing the extreme torture that the
giant was unable to take anymore flogging, which was indicated by his too
loud screams. After another 30 minutes of bloody flogging [parts of the
man's flesh scattered the floor in front of him], the man, all soaked in
blood, was on the verge of dying. He mumbled other words like "please,
Madame, mercy".

Madame Adele stopped and threw away her whip. "Why should I be tying a
sissy like you? I just wanted you to know that I have tied you to prevent
you from escaping when I enter this dead sissy secretary's room. Untie him,
Frank," she commanded.

The man was freed and he went down on his knees. "Crawl here to kiss my
feet," she instructed the beast. The man lied on the floor and started to
crawl and was about to kiss Madame Adele's feet when she suddenly stopped
him.

"How are you going to kiss my feet while your face and body are drenched in
blood. You must wash first," she said. The man had no clue of what he
should do.

"OK. Do I have to do everything myself? Lie on your back, you piece of
shit!" she commanded. The Chinese giant did as told. Madame Adele took off
her shorts and stood over the man's face with his head between her open
legs.

"Listen, you son of a bitch! I'll give you my precious yellow nectar and
you use your hands to wash your face. Got it, butthead?" she instructed and
then started to pee on his face. He used his hands to wipe his face until
it became clean. The bleeding from his eye had stopped. She then moved back
over his body with piss still flowing from her pee hole. The pee stung his
wounded body all over. He was in some pain.

She stopped pissing and put on her shorts and stepped back. "Now you are
clean enough to kiss my feet. Crawl up here and get the honor you don't
deserve, bitch," she commanded.

The man crawled and kissed both feet of Madame Adele, who gleamed with a
grin of victory on her face that she succeeded in breaking an animal in
human form like this. He kept kissing and stopped suddenly. "Who told you
to stop, you fucking buffalo? Get me the whip, Alex," she commanded. I
handed her the whip and she ordered the giant to lie still until she
finishes with her second lesson on his back.

She flogged his back several times and he returned to his screams of pain
again. "I- I- I sorry. Aaaahhhh. It won't ha- ha- happen again. Sorry," the
man shouted.

She stopped, ordering him to crawl to the end of the corridor and lie still
and wait for further orders. The man crawled in awkward agony. The crawling
further tormented his wounded body beyond imagination.

The beast was metamorphosed from a fearsome giant into a toy of Madame
Adele's, just like all of us: toys she plays with and uses for her own
pleasure and needs.

The broken monster reached the end of the corridor and lied still. "Now
crawl here and kiss my feet," she commanded him from her place, nearly in
the middle of the corridor. The man did as told and reached at her feet and
kept kissing them, this time marking her exact order to avoid further
punishment. He stopped kissing them upon an order from her.

"Good freak! Oh. It's a good name. I'll call you Freak. Do you think it's
nice, Freak?" she asked. "Yes, Madame. Of course it's nice as long as you
suggested it," the man spoke eloquently with a bit of poetic touch.

It seemed to me that Madame Adele's ways have turned us servants into poets
who say words of praise only to her.

"Good! You seem to be making quick progress, Freak!" she said triumphantly.
"Now lie still as you are and wait for further orders," she commanded.

She moved back towards Robert, who was lying still with a sabotaged face
that is drenched in blood. She removed away the chair. "Now it's your turn
to do exactly the same, crawl and kiss my feet till I order you to stop,
but first you have to have a clean face to do this. Use your hands to wash
your fucking face with my piss," she said, taking off her shorts again and
bending her knees a little to have her pee hole closer to his face. She
gave him a gush of warm urine and he washed his terrible face. "You are
clean enough now to kiss my adorable feet. Now stir facedown and crawl to
the end of the corridor and stop there. Frank, come here and lie on all
fours to be my sofa," she ordered. Robert did, a bit faster than Freak. He
stopped but was soon ordered to crawl to Madame Adele's feet and kiss them.
He did exactly as told, learning the lesson of Freak while he was lying on
his back under the chair.

He kept kissing her feet passionately for 10 minutes until ordered to stop.
She stood up and walked a few steps away and turned their back. "Well. Is
there anyone of you five servants of mine willing to disobey me or defy me?
Is there anyone of you man enough to refuse providing me his services?" she
addressed the five of us – myself, Josh, Robert, Frank and Freak, the only
survivors here in this house of dead people.

We all shouted "No, Madame."

"Then the five of you crawl up here and all kiss my feet," she commanded.
We were just racing to reserve a place to kiss her feet. No one was willing
to delay. "OK. OK. That's enough! Listen all to my instructions. We're
going to leave this place and return to my house, except you Frank. You
will stay here and dig a big mass grave for all the bodies here. That is
going to take a lot of effort and work. I want so big long wide hole to
throw all those bodies into. I am returning in a matter of days. I want
everything in order, Frank. Of course, I am making myself very clear here,
ain't I?" she asked.

"Crystal clear, Madame," Frank replied.

"In the meantime I'll leave with the four of you with me of course. Freak
and Robert in the trunk, Josh will drive and Alex sitting at my feet in the
place under the passenger's seat. The trunk is big and could be enough for
Freak and Robert. Anyone has questions, of course not. You are not to ask.
Just obey," she said.

"First there is something pending that needs to be settled. You Robert get
a contract and sell me this mansion for a sum of 500,000 dollars. Of course
you are not receiving a dime, but that is what should be written in the
contract. Is it OK with you, or do you want more money?" she asked Robert
in a tone of bitter derision. "I think you don't mind, Robert, selling me
your mansion, unless you have a different opinion," she addressed Robert.

"Of course not, Madame. A worthless jackass like myself should not own, but
should rather be owned by a fine lady like yourself," Robert replied, with
another poetic tone.

"Come here, Freak. Bend down so that I ride your back. You Robert walk in
front of me. Everybody else lie facedown on the floor until I return," she
commanded.

She returned five minutes later on Freak's back with Robert marching in
front of her.

"Well, Frank. I guess it's a temporary farewell. I am coming back in a few
days and I really expect you to do a good job. I know you are going to miss
your owner's feet. Come kiss them," she ordered Frank, who bent to kiss her
left foot several times. "The other one," she commanded. He went to the
other direction in front of bending Freak and kissed Madame's right foot
with the utmost faithfulness and dedication.

"OK, servants. Let's go. It's time to leave. Get me those flip-flops in
your hands, Alex," she shouted. I rushed to her riding stature and placed
the flip-flops neatly and gently into her feet. Josh, myself and Robert
were walking in front of our riding Lady, driving us like cattle in front
of her. We finally reached the gate and kept walking to the vehicle, when
we were ordered all to stop.

She instructed Freak to get her down. She opened the trunk and ordered
Freak and Robert inside. They both fitted in there comfortably. She closed
the trunk and sat herself on the passenger's seat, signaled me to sit
beneath her and Josh to sit at the wheel and drive back home.