Natural-born Superiors
by blackpete


Osa and Tyra are two deadly superior women with unprecedented hatred of
the male sex. Both are out to wretchedly degrade, severely humiliate and
mercilessly end men's lives. - Blackpete would be more than euphoric to
receive your mails at ludwigvondrake313@yahoo.com


"Don't be worried! It's a handy plan; piece of cake. We'll enter the
apartment just like that. I know the owners. They are filthy rich. They are
out of the country and coming back in one month. I've got it all figured
out. I know there must be valuable things or jewels in there. There are no
security people guarding the building. Just a female janitor who lives in
the basement of that building, and even if she finds out about us, I'll
take care of her and snap her fucking neck in a flash of a moment," Michael
explained his plan to me.
Michael was my friend and high school mate. We wanted to smoke a marijuana
joint but we didn't have any money. I listened to his plan but I was so
scared. I've never stolen a thing before.
"Ok. I'll leave you now and meet you in a couple of hours so that that
janitor would fall asleep at night. I told you, it's easy," he said.
We met more than two hours later and went to that apartment building.
Everything seemed quite. We used the staircase and went up on tiptoe. Our
target apartment was on the fifth floor. In a few minutes we were inside.
It all seemed easy as Michael earlier said.
We used a small torch while we were searching for any valuable thing. At
last we found a diamond necklace in one of the drawers. We were so happy
and were preparing to leave when all of a sudden I heard something swinging
strongly in the air and hitting my head. I don't remember anything but soon
I came back to my senses and the lights were on.
I tried to get up but my hands were tied from the back and so were my legs.
I opened my eyes slowly and to my awe saw Michael's unconscious face under
a big black right foot. My eyes went up the foot and stopped at a huge
strong thick bulging calf, which was inflated like a small balloon. I tried
to raise my head up a little to see to whom that formidable calf belonged
to but there was something heavy on my left cheek that prevented my head
from raising an inch. I was lying facedown and so was Michael.
As I was not able to see beyond that calf, my eyes climbed down to the ball
of a strong firm foot with a long unpolished big toenail. I could not see
but just the big toe. The foot I was watching was resting on Michael's
right cheek. I could see his face but he was still unconscious. I began to
return to my senses little by little and searched for the left leg of that
body but could not find it. I presumed that this left leg must have been
the heavy thing keeping my head from rising.
"Hello! Haha ha!"
I heard a laugh but could not make out what was going on. I tried to sneak
a look as higher as I could but nothing beyond that right calf.
"Did you think it was that easy? The fool down there thought that too.
Through a year now he must be damning every hour the day when he thought
that it would be that easy ... .haha hahaha!"
The heavy thing on my left cheek was pressing hard and even began to grind
my jaw. It was like a ton of steel crushing my head. I was in real pain as
the grinding grow that I let out a shout of agony. My shout and similar
crushing on Michael's right cheek brought him back to his senses. Our eyes
met as if we were asking one another what the hell was going on. None of us
had a clue but all I understood was that I had to endure some pain on my
face.
"You little thieves! Big mama will teach you a lesson you'll never, never
forget!" We heard this phrase uttered with a growl and followed by a
formidable laugh. It was the sound of a woman but apparently a strong one.
Her laughs were followed by more grinding on our faces God only knows how
long it lasted, but I thought it was for a very long time.
I felt my jawbones were crushed under that immense pressure. The grinding
softened for a while but the woman just kept resting her big sole on my
cheek. I saw her right sole departing Michael's cheek only to point her big
toenail on his facial skin and plant it deeper gradually into the soft part
of his cheek. Michael released a shout of pain but she did not seem to care
as the nail was still going deeper that from my position I could see her
big toe vanishing into Michael's cheek.
The big toe went up in the air above Michael's face for a second and then
landed into another spot of his cheek. It pressed into the bony part next
to his right eye. Michael's shout was louder this time as the nail was
driving hard into his skin. Blood started to appear from that very spot
where the nail was mercilessly going deeper.
The nail then slid to leave scars in Michael's nose from its side. Cries
were filling the air in the room.
In nearly 20 minutes of non-stop torture, Michael's face was in blood all
over and still under the right foot of that suspected woman.
Sharp toenails began to scratch my own left cheek and the big toenail was
digging in my skin deeper and deeper, prompting me to scream amidst laughs
of enjoyment I kept hearing from above.
"I could drive my big toenail into your eye and gouge this fuckin' eyeball
out of its socket!" The words struck fear into my heart and I was really
scared.
The scratching and toenail torture lasted for about 30 minutes. Blood
gushed from nearly all pores of my face. All the time we heard laughs as if
we were toys to play with.
"I think I prefer your faces in that condition. I like them this way!"
No voice was heard in the room except our cries and her laughs.
We were still under feet when one foot moved from over Michael's face. I
saw a hand grapping Michael's hair and raising him into a kneeling
position. My vision was blurry from the blood that submerged my eyes but I
could see Michael on his knees with his hands tied behind his back.
"Now, moron! Let me give you some foot-slapping to straighten you up for a
while!"
My head was still under a firm left foot that left me no single inch to
move it.
Whaaaaam!
I heard a strong sound more like a slap on a cheek followed by a scream
from Michael and joyful laughs from our captor.
The sound of the slaps were very strong I could tell from the screams made
by Michael after each hit. After nearly an hour of non-stop slapping I saw
Michael falling on his side unconscious, followed by the usual laughs. I
was still under the foot of my captor.
The foot was removed and a hand grasped me by the hair and had me on my
knees in the same kneeling position Michael was an hour ago.
I was now facing the captor. She was a strong huge though short woman that
was the spitting image of Queen Latifa, that ebony singer, except that she
had a firmer body and strong muscles. She must be in her mid-40s and was
wearing nothing except an orange bra and G-string. She was really sexy, but
I was not in the mood to think about that because I was so scared I could
wet my pants.
Her hair tended to be brown and she wore it in the Beyonce style. Her eyes
were black, her nose was small and she had thin firm lips and curled at me
in a despising expression as if I am unworthy of any respect from her. The
matter-of-factness with which she was adjusting my kneeling position to be
in the sweet spot she liked the most emphasized my feeling of her
uncontested superiority over me. My heart was pounding and jumping inside
my chest in fear of what is to come. I know she would do what she had
already done to Michael who is totally fainted and lying on the floor.
She was so meticulous as to deliver her punishment and violent wrath fairly
between me and Michael.
"Now let's have another round of foot-slapping fun, motherfucker!" she
addressed me with direct contact from her staring eyes that eventually
forced mine to look down as if her eyes were sending unarguable orders to
mine to look down in submission.
She moved back a little and rested her both hands on the bed for support
now that she thought my position was more than OK.
Her legs were really awesome. Her thighs were wide, thick, strong, meaty
and athletic with not a single dent. I bet she jogs everyday. I swear the
width of her thigh is larger than my waist. Her knees were meaty with no
protruding bones and her calves were really fantastically bulging and
solid. Although her feet were not big, they were our world - me and Michael
- a while ago. She had neat long sharp pointed toe-nails and she wore no
polish.
What if I got up and run and spare myself the imminent torture I know I am
going to endure. May be I could run to the door and run as fast as I could,
but how should I leave Michael, my friend? It is true he was the one to
blame entirely for bringing us into this trouble but I can't leave him.
I was awakened from my reveries with a strong slap from her right sole that
landed on my left cheek. "Aaaaah!!! Please forgive me! I'll never do this
again!" I pleaded.
"Hehehe..hehe!! easy, boy! The lesson has not started yet ... I am just
preparing both of you to break you down to be fully under my power," she
said.
Whaaaaaaam!!! She landed another sole slap on my right cheek with the same
right leg. My face was forced to look to the right and left directions by a
foot-slap every two or three seconds.
She didn't seem to care much about my screams. On the contrary, the louder
my screams grew the louder she laughed. Obviously she enjoyed having my
face as a toy to play with between her two lethal irresistible feet. I
thought may be if she found out about the deadly effect of her feet, she
would have mercy on us. We badly needed her mercy as there was not a sign
of resistance on our parts. Each time I open my mouth to plead for mercy,
her foot-slapping was much faster than my tongue.
The wretched bleeding state of our faces did not satisfy her, though. She
was not giving a damn at all about our faces.
Nearly an hour passed and she used only her right foot to apply torture on
my face. I was forced to look to the left and then another slap to force me
to look to the right and so on. I began to see stars and my vision grew
blurry from the blood and dizziness. Suddenly, she stopped the foot-
slapping to my relief, but I still could not see her quite clearly. I just
saw a blurry black figure with white teeth and heard non-stop laughing.
She rested her right foot on my left shoulder. There was a cupboard behind
me that I leaned on for support.
The savage brutal woman then dug her big toenail of her right foot into my
forehead and scratched it ruthlessly. I was in real pain but had not
strength to scream. I felt as if I were dying. I heard cries of pain too
from Michael who was lying on the floor and began to stir back to his
senses.
She stood up and walked one step in Michael's direction. She stood over him
with his head between her two legs and then raised her big toenail of her
right foot and dug it into his forehead and began to scratch it.
"If you moved your head an inch, asshole, I would never stop the process.
Just lie still until I mark something on your forehead," she hissed at him
from above.
In the meantime, I was feeling very sick and fell unconscious for some
time.
Everything went so quickly that we did not even have a clue about what has
exactly happened. That woman completely overpowered us. We did not even
knew who she was or how she entered the apartment that we were about to
leave.
May be I was in a bad dream and all of this was not happening; I became no
longer certain.
I stirred and regained my senses only to find myself in a place that was
more like a bathroom. Yeah, it was a bathroom. Michael was lying on his
back on the floor next to me, while the woman was sitting on the tub
laughing.
"Welcome back to my world, moron! Now let's have your faces washed because
I still got a few things to apply. I think I fucked your faces bad enough,
right? Huh? Mmmm... let's see how we should do this. Listen, I will untie
both of you but don't you ever think about doing anything stupid you might
not live longer to regret afterwards... I want you to wash your own faces
clean for now," she growled.
The woman stirred my body with her foot and I was lying on the bathroom
floor facedown and untied my hands and legs. She grabbed me by the collar
of my shirt and helped me stood up.
"Now wash your face in this basin and wash it clean," she ordered. I was
still so scared and did what she wanted me to do. My face was in real pain
as the water was going all over it but all the wounds stopped gushing more
blood. She did the same thing with Michael and then had us both in walking
before her to the hall of that apartment. "Stop!" she ordered firmly. We
did.
She sat on one of the armchairs in the hall while both of us were standing
in front of her. "Kneel down! Both of you!" she commanded in her firm tone
that left no place for argument.
We went down on our knees as she ordered us.
"That's good now! Let's have a frank talk. What were both of you up to? You
wanted to steal from this apartment owned by rich people. You knew that
they were not living in that place and were out of the country and you
thought it would be so easy to do it. Get whatever money or jewels here and
go home just like that...you were so stupid to do that. I'll soon introduce
you to a man whom I captured one year ago trying to do exactly what you
did. He's, however, much older than you, and me too... he..he's nearly 60
or 61 years old. He tried to resist but I beat the fuckin' daylights out of
him until he finally surrendered to me. We had a deal. He offered to do
whatever I ask him to in return for stopping to torture him. I use him to
my amusement in more than one way and he never dares say no to any of my
commands. The two of us agreed that if he served me quite well and with
great devotion and loyalty for two years, I would release him and forget
about what he had done. But what about you? You both seem young to me. You,
how old are you?"
"I am 17," I replied
"And you?"
"I am 18," Michael answered.
"Mmmm...you're young and crazy but I think you'll pay dearly for your crazy
actions. You'll never forget about me. I'll leave fucking scars in your
lives. You know, I wish that any of you or both of you think stupidly about
overpowering me. That would be the end of your pathetic lives. I want to
kill somebody to see how killing tastes."
"Please, have mercy on us. We were wrong yes... but you just punished us
enough. Just let us go," I mustered my courage and pleaded to the woman.
"Oh ho..ho! no no! The punishment was not enough. I don't feel satisfied. I
just can't get enough. Besides, I need servants to look after me....I am
getting a bit old and need some attendants...I am 46 years old and I am the
janitor of this troublesome building. I've been here for nearly six years.
My husband was the janitor here and I had another job outside this Goddamn
building. He died three years ago and I had to take his responsibilities.
The residents of this building insist that I should stay because I do a
fine job here. You can help me with those responsibilities, but we'll talk
about that later."
The woman was speaking with an air of utter confidence that left us no
space to argue. Michael argued, though.
"But, Mme...we have our schools and studying and I don't know what our
parents would do when they find out about our sudden absence me and John,"
he said.
"Do you think I should give a fuck about this? You're dead wrong...you
should have thought about that before you two fucking flies fall into the
web of the spider that I am...I don't like arguments here you son of a
bitch otherwise I'll punish you severely. Do you know that I have a secret
tunnel that leads to some space fitting to be a graveyard? I can kill both
of you now and nobody would find out about it."
Her words struck more fear in my heart. That woman was so scary that I
planned to never argue with her or to disobey her instructions.
"Enough talking! Now crawl on the floor facedown like worms in my direction
and wait for further orders!" she commanded.
I went facedown and began to crawl and Michael was crawling too until we
were so close to her feet.
"Now stop!" she said.
"Each one of you take one foot in his hands and deluge it with
kisses....until further notice...hehe!"
None of us hesitated disobeying her orders for a second. We crawled
facedown like the worms she ordered us to be. Michael reached her left foot
and I reached her right. She wiggled and spread her toes so playfully in
front of our faces in signal to have us worship her feet.
"I want nice smooth tongue-massage of my toes ... .uh uh! And don't forget in
between the toes ... got a lot of toe-jam here for both of you ... now start," she
ordered in the firmest of tones as if she took it for granted that we would
never refuse.
Her right foot was my world now. I started licking toe by toe as smoothly
as I could in line with her instructions. I licked from the tip of the nail
of the big toe and all the way up then repeat the process again for each
toe and over and again I return to the big toe. She spread her toes as if
she were signaling us to lick between the toes.
"Gosh! There was really a lot of toe-jam to clean!" I thought to myself.
She seems to be enjoying the tongue-massaging I can tell from her laughs. I
didn't know then whether she laughed from enjoyment or from the position we
assumed at her feet.
"Yeah! Thaaaaat's it! C'mon ... yeah ... lick, lick, lick ... don't you stop  ... I am
enjoying every second of it ... oh God! I needed that so much!...yeah!!  c'mon,
c'mon ... I am spreading my toes here for both of you ... worship my
feet ... yeah..that's it  ... that's so nice ... hahahah..you'll be my favorite
footboys from now on ... hahahahhha..yeah ... . keep going ... travel your tongues
through my toes  ... lovely, aren't they?"
We kept worshipping her feet and sucking her toes for nearly an hour or
more and all the while she was enjoying herself having two men pampering
her feet and toes. My face was in real pain from the merciless beating and
toenail scratching I received from my captor. Michael and I really looked
ridiculous doing this but we had no choice. I devotedly sucked and licked
her feet and toes in the same devotion of Michael. I stole a look at him
every now and then with the corner of my right eye. I didn't know when
would it end but I kept on giving the woman's feet a tongue-massage. I was
really scared. I don't know what else could happen, but I felt something
worse is yet to come.
Deep in my heart I wanted to call Michael names because he got us into all
this, but Michael himself was helpless as I was.
"Now I want both of you under this big armchair I am sitting on right now.
Quick, I haven't got all night. There's some slave waiting for his meal. I
haven't fed him in hours," she instructed.
We changed our positions from facedown to lying on our backs and kept
moving our bodies forward until both of us were lying under that big
armchair she was sitting on.
"That's enough! I just need your faces here to use as footrests," she said
with a scornful expression on her face I could see from my position. That
was the last thing I saw for the moment and then it was dark as she rested
her right foot over my face and I assume she rested her left over
Michael's.
We stayed in this footrest position for nearly 15 or 20 minutes when she
finally said something.
"Now open your mouths and give my toes and soles some tongue massage and
perhaps you can slobber over them and give them a footbath. Start right
now!" she commanded with a growl.
We did as we were told and give her toes and soles the massaging and bath
she just needed. She showed an expression on her face that was a mix of joy
and despise in the same time: her eyes gleamed with joy while her lips were
curled in that scornful look.
"Ah ... yeah ... that's it! Nice dogboys slobbering all over my
feet..yeah ... c'mon ... that's it ... give me more and more ... worship those feet ... worship
mommy's feet ... take good nice care of 'em ... they're so tired and need 100%
attention on your part ... come on  ... yeah ..more, more, more and moooooore ... yes,"
she said in an ecstatic tone of voice that betrayed enjoyment.
She did not care at all about those young men under her feet. She was using
us for her pleasure to the fullest degree, but all the time I was wondering
why she frequently said she had someone down there to feed and why she was
so interested.
Whenever I was sticking my tongue out, she clutched it between her big and
second toe of her right foot like a tweezers. The strong pressure of her
toes made my tongue ache most of the time but even that I could not scream
about. I had to endure it to the maximum and pray for an end.
"Keep it stuck out, dogboy!" she growled.
My mouth was wide open and tongue sticking out firmly. She rubbed the flesh
between her two toes around my tongue up and down. She never stopped. I
think I gave her right foot a good cleaning bath.
She pushed my lower lip down in an attempt to make me open my mouth wide. I
opened my mouth wide just to have toes inside. She tried insert all of her
toes into my mouth by her foot was too big for it although I opened it as
wide as I could. I got four of her toes, though. The little one had no
place but somehow she found a way of forcing it inside. I had all her toes
now in my mouth. She even pushed more of her foot in.
"You've got to learn how to take all my precious toes inside your mouth.
Wash them inside with your tongue," I did as told and I think Michael did
it too. Although felt so gagged by her foot, I kept traveling my tongue
around her toes and long nails until she took her feet off our mouths after
a while.
"Now there are other kinds of training you have to be introduced to. You
see, I am an old woman and cannot walk much about the place here. So, mommy
is relying on your youth and strength to help her avoid walking whenever
she needs to go from one place to another. I think you wouldn't mind
carrying me about. In other words you two are going to be my means of
transportation ... hahahha!"
She did not need to explain it. I figured everything out when she said she
could not walk about the place.
"All right! Let's get on with it ... you've got many things to learn here.
Let's not waste time. Get on your feet both of you," she ordered.
We stood up second later she did.
"Let's begin with one of you at a time. Be attentive to what I'll instruct,
dickweeds! There are two positions for me to ride you. The back-bending
position, and the all-fours position. I'd prefer the first for long
distances, and the second for short ones and fun play, understood?"
"Understood, Mme," Michael and me said nearly in the same time.
"Ok. Let's begin with you. Bend your back!" she addressed Michael, who did
as told. She rested both hands on his bent back and jumped to sit on it as
if she were a professional equestrienne.
"This is just a good start! Now listen, I don't want to talk too much.
There are signals for you to learn so that whenever I give them you'll know
whether I want you to proceed, stop, go faster or go slower. When I hit you
on the nape once while you're not moving like this, that means you must
move. When I hit you once while you're moving that means you have to stop.
Whenever I am not using the reins for right and left directions, I'll use
my feet for that. My right foot nudging your right cheek to the left means
you should go left and my vice versa. I think it's very clear. There are
two other things left. Suppose I want you to go in a circle. That would be
signaled by my right or left foot staying on your right or left cheek, that
if I want to stop circling around, I'll take my feet off your cheeks. If I
need to go backwards, I'll hit you on the ass with my hand like that. And
now for speeds; the reins I have down there would make this easier for you
but if there are no reins, I'll hit my both feet at the sides of your legs
like that, and keep my feet stuck on them if I want you to go slower. I
think it's very clear. Well ... mmm. We finished the theoretical side, not
let's get on with the practical one. Practice makes perfect, after
all ... hhahahaha!!'
I thanked heavens that she did not start this lecture with me, because all
the time she was explaining her instructions and signals she was mounting
Michael's back. I stood there watching as I had no orders to do otherwise.
Michael did very well in this test that lasted for about 10 minutes. He was
so attentive to every single signal from the lady. She then dismounted and
had Michael to assume the all-fours position and she rode him like that for
about five minutes while applying the same signals in the "fun play"
position. She rode Michael in my direction and signaled him to stop. He
did, and then she dismounted.
The lady then stood facing me. The curly despising lips were still haunting
her face. Without saying a word, she put her right hand on my scruff and
brought my head down. My back was bent. She jumped on my back in the same
agile way she did with Michael. Of course there was no slight resistance on
my part.
I was hit hard on the nape in signal for me to move. I did. Michael was
still on the all-fours position as he received no other instructions. She
was a bit heavy on my back but I could endure it. I was heading towards a
wall. I received no signal yet to turn to the right or the left. I went on
until I my head slightly hit the wall.
"That's just grrrreeat! If you had turned to the left or right without my
instructions, I would have punished you severely," she said in a relishing
tone. She then placed the sole of her right foot on my right cheek so I
moved to the left until she took her foot off my cheek and then I started
heading in a straight line. She nudged both her feet against the sides of
my legs and so I went faster, she did it again, and I went even faster. She
kept her feet stuck on my legs and I slowed down. I was attentive to every
signal to avoid her wrath. She hit her hand on my ass and so I went
backwards until finally I received a strong hit on the nape that made a
loud sound and so I stopped.
"Oh..that's nice ... good ponyboy! You have a promising career with me, horsie
boy! Now listen ... I don't need to dismount to ride you in another position.
Two hits on the nape is signal enough for you to change position, whether
to the all-fours or to the back-bending. Let's try it," she said.
I received two strong hits on the nape.
"Oh..now ... easy, boy! Don't let mommy fall or she'll beat the hell out of
you!"
I went down on my knees while she was on my back as slowly and smoothly as
I could.
I received two hits on the nape again, and so I figured out I should change
position to the back-bending.
"Ooooh!! That's really good ... you learn so fast," she said, giving me a pat
on my hair as if I were a real pony.
She dismounted, to my relief. My back was a bit tired from carrying all her
weight on for nearly 20 minutes.
"Nice ponies ... you are my dear horsies now ... Thank you for helping mommy ... both
of you are so considerate ... keep it up, horsies!" she said, ensconcing
herself into a big armchair with an air of relief and confidence.
"Ok..i'll take a rest for a while and then move down to my place and this
time you two will carry me. I need to take a few hours' sleep after all the
efforts I exerted," she said.
I did not understand what efforts she exerted. She beat us nearly to death
and even had fun riding us like we were her own pets.
Five minutes after she rested both her feet on our backs while we were
still assuming the all-fours position.
She sat silent for a while and then she spoke.
"Oh! By the way! I almost forgot! Part of your duties would be ... mmm! Let's
put it that way; you have to take away all my bodily odors, like sweat ... but
this is not going to be most of the time. If I felt my armpits reek, I'll
ask both of you to lick them clean and take the sweat away with your
tongue ... let's make a little demonstration."
She ordered us to stand on both sides of the armchair. She stretched both
arms wide.
"Now each one of you lick my armpit," she commanded.
We licked and licked. She did not reek much sweat but we kept on licking
her armpits until she ordered us to stop.
"See? It's easy. It's just like you take away my toejam in your mouth.
Actually, when I mentioned odor, I wasn't thinking of my armpits. I was
thinking of another type of odor. The problem is I am of the farting type.
I fart too much. Farting really relieves me but unfortunately I don't like
their smell. But why should I bother as long as I have two servants like
you who should be willing to take them away by sniffing them down into
their own lungs?"
Her tests are growing worse and worse and nastier and nastier, but this one
takes a beating. Now, she wanted us to sniff her farts. I was afraid she
might have another demonstration for the time being. She always gets her
theories followed by practical tests. My intuition was right, though.
"OK, servants! It's time for another demonstration. Unfortunately, I need
to fart, and I need to do it now ... I ate too much turnip and they are now
giving me a lot of gas inside my stomach ... come on, now. Get down one your
knees in front of me. You've got to know what mommy's farts look like
anyway," she said.
On our knees we were and I was very concerned and feeling so nasty to sniff
someone's farts.
She always started her tests and demos with Michael. I thanked heavens for
that. She pulled Michael's hair strongly and had his head right in between
her stretched thighs. She put one leg on his shoulder to keep him in place
and had his head right where she wanted.
"Get ready, servant! There's a big one coming your way. You better sniff it
well. I don't want to smell it. Just don't let it escape your nostrils,"
she commanded.
A couple of seconds later I heard a spluttering noisy sound and from where
I was kneeling next to Michael, I could smell a VERY nasty smell more like
that of a perished animal. She was grabbing Michael's head so his face was
completely buried in her crotch. She followed her first deadly chemical
attack with two more farts that gave out the same dirty smell. All the
while I could her Michael's sniffing sounds.
"Oh ... you're such a loser! I still smell them. Why didn't you sniff them away
so good? I think you need to be shaped up quickly. I don't have time for
pathetic clumsy servants. It's time for punishment. Lie down on your back!"
she growled in her angry tone.
Michael lied on his back. She stood up and made for his face. She stomped
on it and foot-slapped his cheeks so cruelly with her right sole for about
five minutes.
"You shit-head! You ruined my pleasure. I thought I broke you successfully
but apparently there seems to be some gaps still," she said, stopping her
punishment of Michael after he fainted.
"Now let's try again with you. Let's see if you're going to make me feel ok
or end up like this moron," she said, ensconcing herself into this armchair
again. She stretched her legs wide and grabbed me by the hair and then put
her right leg behind my left shoulder.
"Oh let's see ... mmm! Ooooh! I feel several farts want to break free from my
intestines. Be prepared, servant! Aaahh..here's one coming. Sniff hard!"
She exploded another big nasty one with a horrible sound. I sniffed as
strong as I could and prepared for myself for more. I didn't have much time
to think about it. All I thought about was to try to avoid Michael's fate.
"Ooooh! Here's another one!"
She cracked a soundless but a very smelly fart that I inhaled deeply into
my nostrils. She gave out a third one and a fourth. I inhaled them as
strong as deep as I could. I waited for more but she didn't give any. She
released her right leg and pulled my head back away from her crotch.
"Oh you're a hell of a sniffer! That was so great. You did a very good job,
servant! I didn't smell any of my farts. Thank you for helping mommy in the
way she pleased. See? That was easy too, but that bastard lying there is
showing poor performance. I'll consider your loyal service, boy. Just be
attentive and pay concentration to each word mommy says and you'll be OK,"
she said. Michael came back to his senses but stayed on his back.
She stood up and grabbed our hair with both hands and forced us to stand up
and then put both hands on our scruffs and made us assume the back-bending
position. She had us sticking to one another and then jumped on our backs.
The weight was lighter for both of us now. She signaled us to move with a
synchronized hit with both hands on our two napes. We moved.
"Now take me to my place downstairs, servants! Careful with the precious
being over your backs. I need smooth moves. I want to enjoy riding you. I
still didn't hear 'yes, Mme' you stupid servants," she hissed.
"Yes, Mme," we uttered it in the same time.
We went out the apartment and took the stairs carrying the lady on our
backs. I felt so humiliated I wanted to kill Michael. He got us into all
these troubles and God along knows when this would end. I was beaten so
cruelly, forced to worship this hellish woman's feet, sniff her farts and
now carry her as if I were her horse.
From my position I could see her right foot next to my face. Her feet were
really beautiful and sexy but enormously cruel and deadly.
We reached the first floor. She put her right foot on my right cheek in
signal to turn right. I did. She took it off and we went straight then.
There was a wooden door. We stopped at it after we received a hit on the
napes.
"You, take this key and open the door," she said, nudging my right cheek
with her right foot. I stretch my hand to take it. I turned the key and the
door opened.
We received another hit on the napes. We moved ahead.
The room was wide to some extent. There was a bed and facing it was a small
table with a TV on it. The walls were clumsily painted blue.
"Ok. Get down on your knees. First of all let me introduce you to your
senior colleague. He's a veteran in serving me in many ways. However, I
think you'll ease some burdens off his shoulders," she said as she
dismounted off our backs. She went walked in the direction of a door that
was most probably a bathroom. She opened it, and to our awe, there was an
old man whose both hands were handcuffed to water pipes inside the
bathroom. The man was meekly silent. His hair was white and his facial
complexion was so wrinkled. He seemed like a sexagenarian. Traces of
beating and whipping were so clear over his naked body. He was wearing
nothing except white underwear.
I was dumbfounded by this scene. He seemed to have been languishing in
slavery for years. The woman stood there with a wicked smile on her face as
if she were proudly demonstrating a piece of surrealistic art.
"This granny has been serving me for quite a while. He's totally under my
power and can do whatever I think of whenever I want. Of course he was so
stupidly stubborn in the beginning but I actually convinced him in many
ways that he should remain a faithful servant to me. I applied the severest
of punishments on him until I broke him into total submission. Finally, he
was able to understand that he has to obey me and do whatever I want. My
demands are so simple: obedience. It's not too much. He learned the lesson
so adeptly. I use him as my footstool. He massages my feet. He takes me
anywhere I want on his back like he was my horse. He takes all my farts
into his lungs. As a matter of fact, I totally appreciate his services. I
take care of him. I feed him. He gets the same meals I have but after a
little processing."
I did not understand her last sentence, but the woman did not waste much
time to explain it.
"Hi, granny! I am so sorry for leaving you nearly a whole day without an
ounce of food. Don't worry, though. I have a lot of food to give you now.
Mmmm! Let me think! It's a very nice menu today. You'll get pizza, salad
and cole slaw and guess what ... alllllot of Pepsi!"
We were on our knees just watching. She took two big transparent vessels.
Peeled off her underwear and squatted over one of them. She was facing the
old man and giving us her back. In seconds she started sending out big
thick logs of shit into the vessel. I could hear her making some sounds as
if she were pushing something. Yeah, she was pushing the first big log of
her brown cargo. The smell was horrible and spread like a chemical attack
in the whole room.
I just did not believe what I was watching. It was as if I were having a
bad dream. I hoped deep down that it was one.
She made a terrible spluttering sounds and feces exploded like hell into
the vessel: big and small logs came after one another like soldiers quickly
escaping one after the other from a small opening in a wall. All the while
she was making sounds like oooh and aaah. She must have been relieving
herself from the waste inside her body.
She kept shitting into the vessel for nearly 10 minutes or so. She removed
the vessel and took the other empty one and laid it beneath her while she
was still squatting.
In seconds too she began emptying her bladder into the vessel. She took a
wild piss into it as if she hadn't urinated for a week. It was like a flood
that the big vessel was filled to the edge in just a minute.
She stood up and turned her back to the old man.
"Hehehe! Now clean me, granny!"
She took a couple of steps back and then bent her back. The old man
automatically started licking her shit hole clean for nearly three minutes
until she said "enough!"
She undid the handcuffs and gave him a pat on his hair as if he were her
doggy.
"Enjoy the pizza, granny! I ate a lot of pizza for you today," she said.
The man went hastily to the first vessel, lowered his head and started
eagerly lapping at the woman's feces as if he were licking ice cream.
"OH ... hoho..hohoho ... .you must have been starving. Oooh I am so sorry about
that. I know your meal is late ... but I had to shape up those two toys. It
took me quite a while to break them ... anyway, enjoy it all ... hahah."
It was a scene I still can't believe I am watching ... Me and Michael were
staring at this whole thing with awe haunting our faces. I started thinking
I might end up like this ... why should she give us ordinary food ... I mean non-
"processed" meals ... all I thought of was that it was impossible that I would
eat her shit ... I seriously thought of escaping and even began to figure out a
plan inside my head.
"No, no, no ... .don't even think about it," the woman said, waking me up from
my reveries.
"I know you are thinking of the means to escape ... hahahe ... well ... to tell you the
truth, this is not possible ... you're going to stay here and serve me ... I want
to make it clear here that if any of you attempted to escape, a certain
death would be the punishment. I told you I have a secret place that is fit
to be a graveyard. I'll end your pathetic lives and no one on the face of
the earth would know about it."
I was so scared. As time goes by, I grow more and more scared of this
woman. Her cruelty is still evident on our faces.
"Ha ... I think you figured out now what your daily nourishment would be here,
right? Well ... right now I have no meals for you ... granny took it all here ... he
was so hungry. Don't forget he's an old man, but you're still young. You
can endure hunger for a while until mommy comes up with something ... heheheh."
The aroma of her feces made me want to puke. I wondered deep down how this
old man is even eating it. May be he got used to this.
"Oh my feet are tired ... come here, boys ... do what mommy wants...come on, come
on ... pamper my toes with your tongues," she instructed. The woman laid her
body on the bed and stretched both feet for our still kneeling positions. I
took the left foot and Michael the right and both of us lapped at her toes
with our tongues. I sucked all her toes one by one and repeat the process
again and again and again. The intervals between the toe-sucking rituals
were spent traveling my tongue in between her toes.
The sucking sounds me and Michael were making mingled with that of the old
man lapping and chewing the woman's feces. I've got to admit that this
woman was powerfully humiliating us three men here to the fullest degree
and no one of us dared object.
"Oooh  ... hahahha ... I am so glad ... that's so pleasing...yeah, boys ... come on, suck
all my toes  ... suck mommy's toes ... make her feel all right ... yeah that's
it ... mommy's toes are killing her ... make feel comfortable ... yeah."
The woman was so ecstatic from the tongue massage we were providing to her
toes. We spent about more than three hours offering extremely dedicated
service to the lady's toes. By the time were order to stop, her feet were
sparkling.
The old captive finished off literally every single trace of feces in the
vessel and was slurping the lady's golden nectar from the other vessel. He
nearly finished half of it.
Everything occurred during the past few hours in a matter-of-factness that
further emphasized the lady's power over us that it seemed what she was
doing with us was only normal and that it what should be done.
Michael was on his knees when the lady stood up and rode his back in the
all-fours position. She drove her human pony towards the old man. She
dismounted and kicked the man in the face with her right foot. He was
pushed back to the wall of the small bathroom. She then took his right hand
and cuffed it to a water pipe in the lavatory.
She rode on Michael's back again and guided him with kicks and nudges and
nape-slapping to the bed. She took another pair of handcuffs and tied
Michael's left hand to a bar in the four-poster bed and took another pair
from one of the drawers of the table carrying the TV set and tied my hands
to another bar at the foot of the bed.
"I need a few hours' sleep in peace. I don't like to be disturbed while I
am taking a nap. You, come dip your damn nose into my asshole. I usually
fart much while I am sleeping. Don't want to smell a single one. And you,
lick all my toes while I am sleeping," she instructed.
Michael's head disappeared into the lady's crotch. She did not waste much
time, giving a few farts in Michael's face even before she gets ready to
sleep. She fidgeted on the bed and stretched both feet a couple of inches
near my face. I did not waste much time either. I started providing my
tongue services for her toes, lapping at the flesh in between her toes and
ridding the lady of her toejam.
The lady drowned into a long nap. From time to time I hear one or two farts
sprayed on Michael's face and I thanked God deep down that I was not in
Michael's place. I could stand the stench of her feet but can never sand
her skunk-like farts. I could smell them from my place although Michael was
doing his best to inhale them all into his lungs.
We remained in this situation - licking the lady's toes and sniffing her
farts - for a very long time until night fell. That was a very long nap.
She finally began to stir in her bed. She spread her toes and opened her
eyes and found me still lapping at her toes and toenails and Michael at her
crotch.
"Oh ... I got myself a good time's sleep ... oooh ... take this one, dickhead!"
She cracked a long smelly fart into Michael's face.
"Hehehe! That was a nasty one, wasn't it? But you don't seem to be doing a
nice job down there ... I still smell it ... I think you should be punished, you
fuckin' lousy servant," she growled.
She took his head off her crotch and delivered a strong kick in Michael's
face with her right foot. He was still helplessly tied to one of the bed
bars. She slapped him in the face several times with the ball of her right
sole. She was so angry and so merciless.
"Even a trivial job like sniffing my farts you're unable to perform
well ... take this one you son of a bitch ... .what's your use you fuckin' good-for-
nothing servant ... .I am going to tear your flesh apart," she growled again.
I was sticking to my position at the foot of the bed and watching Michael's
face being foot-slapped like hell. His face was like a toy for her right
foot. The punishment lasted for nearly 15 minutes until Michael's face
started to bleed again.

I was very hungry from nearly two days' lack of food. My stomach was
rumbling badly. I was swallowing my own saliva to soothe the pain. I was
torn apart wondering whether to ask her for food or wait until she decides
it. In the same time, I was scared to death that she would offer me her
feces as a meal like the old man servant lying there in the bathroom.
I could not stand the pain. In the end I could not resist any longer and
decided that I should ask her for anything to eat, no matter what, hoping
deep down that she would offer something other than her feces. I thought
she might give us anything different from what she used to offer the old
man. I was dead wrong.
"If you please, Mme, I am so hungry. I remained for nearly two days without
any food. I am so tired. Please, Mme, give me anything to eat," I beseeched
so meekly in the hope that she would show some mercy.
"Oooh..i almost forgot about the two of you ... I am so sorry about that ... but
don't worry, I'll make it up for you ... I think you're lucky ... I have something
for you here ... but to show you how I care for my servants, I did not give
granny all the pizza inside me because I thought you might ask for food
when you feel hungry ... I respect my responsibility towards my servants ... I am
not so negligent or cruel-hearted ... hehehe," she replied.
Her reply was so significant and clear. I figured out what she was up to.
Now I became certain that she was not going to treat us differently from
that old captive. I prepared myself for the worst.
She stood up and stepped towards the bathroom. She fetched the empty vessel
from which the old man ate his meal. She laid it on the floor and squatted
over it and in a second produced a thin brown banana, followed by another
one. The smell was horrible. She produced one short thick log that landed
into the vessel with a sound.
I tried to get along with the smell so that my stomach may accept it
easily.
She stood up and back-walked a few steps in my direction, and then bent
forward a little.
"Clean me, servant!" she ordered.
I was not going to argue. I had no choice. I've seen the results of
Michael's arguments before. Usually, they did not end up in his favor, and
in the end he was forced to do whatever the lady wanted.
I licked the lady's shit-hole and its vicinities. A little piece of her
feces was on the tip of my tongue. "Oh, gosh! That is so bitter," I thought
to myself.
I chewed this little piece and the taste was so strong. "This old man has
been eating her shit for nearly a year now everyday and he seems ok," I
thought to myself, trying to force the notion into my mind because I had
zero options for the time being.
"Oh..that was cool ... you did a good job tongue-washing my asshole, I guess ... I
think I would not be in need for toilet paper as long as you're around,
servant ... .hahahah," she said, wearing back her underwear.
She undid my handcuffs and grabbed me by the hair while I was still on my
knees and led me to the vessel in which she dispatched her brown cargo a
few minutes ago.
"Enjoy your meal, servant ... but before you start you have to thank mommy by
kissing her two feet while you're on your knees. I care a lot about manners
here," she said, with that same wicked grin on her face.
"Thank you so much, Mme, for the meal you just offered me. I am very
grateful," I said while kissing both her feet before me.
It was the first encounter in my life between me and some human being's
feces. I've never thought for one second that there will come a day that I
happen to be that close with someone's shit, let alone eat it.
I drew my face near the vessel and she was standing there watching. My head
was nearly inside the vessel. I stuck my tongue out and started lapping at
her feces so slowly. The smell was awful and the taste was so bitter. I
picked a chunk with both lips and gulped it without chewing it. Oh gosh!
The taste was awful!
"C'mon! I haven't got all day!" she growled, placing her right sole over my
head and forcing me to take another chunk; this time a bigger one, and then
another and another. My mouth was all full of shit. I chewed and gulped
down without hesitation. I was feeling so sick that I wanted to barf, but I
had no choice. She occasionally released her sole off my head to give me a
chance to chew and swallow and then placed it again to force me to have
more of her brown waste.
"How does mommy's shit taste, my dear servant? Is it nice? Did you like it?
Huh? You better like it, kid ... mommy got nothing else for you as long as you
stay here as her own servant ... c'mon ... take another piece of mommy's
pizza ... yeah ... that's it ... c'mon, chew at it ... taste it ... hahahahaha ... sweet? Isn't it?
Yeah ... I know how mommy's shit tastes ... besides it's so healthy ... hehehe ... this old
loser there kept eating it every fuckin' single day ... see the result? My shit
kept him alive for more than a year now ... c'mon, kid ... munch at it ... let me hear
your mouth munching my shit."
I chewed hard so that she may hear me eating and swallowing her feces. I
was humiliated so severely.
"Aha ... you were so hungry then? You nearly finished your meal ... good ... I promise
to provide you with nutrition whenever you need it, kid! I just didn't know
you would love mommy's wastes to that degree ... ah yeah ... c'mon, lick the vessel
clean ... yeah ... that piece there ... yes, lick it like an ice cream ... c'mon ... mmm ... and
thaaaat's it! Good boy."
The vessel was spotless when I finished. I was chewing the last bits of her
shit. I was so sick but I strangely found out that my hunger was
satisfied ... I deliberately avoided thinking that I've just eaten shit ... I was
trying to live with the reality for the time being.
I wondered what Michael would feel about watching me eat shit. I did not
give much thought to this as I was positive he would eat it like me sooner
or later.
"And you, kid! Don't you feel hungry yourself? Want mommy's shit to give
you good nourishment?" the lady was addressing Michael, who was on his
knees helpless and showing an expression of disgust on his face.
"I am sorry, Mme. I am really so hungry, but I would never eat your shit. I
can't stand this. Please, I don't want this," Michael replied and I was
awed by his answer.
The lady's face turned red with anger.
"Oh? So you hate my shit? You want to say that you'll never eat my shit?
Are you sure about that? Kid, I am really felt insulted and I can never
ever stand this. I want to let you know it's up to you of course, but you
have to be aware that there is nothing, absolutely nothing, else for you to
eat while you're here. I promise you I'll never force you to eat my feces,
but you're going to die if you don't, and I really don't care," the woman
shouted at Michael.
The day ended when the woman sank into deep sleep at night while ordering
both of us to pamper her soles and toes for her while she's sleeping. We
did. On this, Michael could not say no.
It was nearly 3 or 3.30 a.m. on the following day when I was waken up by
some noise. The lights turned on and I saw the woman laughing and Michael
trapped in some iron clappers fixed to the floor and clutching at his right
leg.
"Hahahaha! I expected that you would be stupid enough to attempt to escape.
But you gotta know that no one can escape me, you moron! Now it's your
fuckin' end. First you declined eating my shit and second you attempted to
run away. These are two serious charges in my laws here. I sentence you to
death. Ha...what do you think, it's a fair trial, isn't it?"
The woman tied Michael's feet and hands with ropes he could not move an
inch. She took off her panties, stuffed it into Michael's mouth and duct-
taped it tightly. She fetched a chair and placed it over Michael's body
lying on the floor on his back. I was so scared and felt afraid for
Michael's life. What is this woman up to? Will she really kill Michael? My
heart was beating as she spoke.
"Now, it's time to say your last prayers, dickhead! I've never liked you in
the first place. So, I guess I would not need your services anymore. I
already have two servants willing to be dedicated to my needs. Your friend
was always obedient and never made troubles, but you always argued my
commands. Now you die under my feet, sucker! Die!"
Michael's face was under the lady's two feet as she spoke to him from
above. A curled-lip look of despise was so clear on her face as she placed
her right foot on his face. She caught Michael's nose between her big and
second toes and pinched tight. Michael had no single outlet for air supply,
not an ounce of oxygen going in or out.
The woman grinned as Michael's face began to turn purple. Oh my God!
Michael was really dying. He was trying to resist by shaking his head to
the left and right but her toes never left his nose as if they were stuck
on it by some adhesive substance.
Michael's moves began to grow frail and frail. I hopefully thought that she
might be bluffing and threatening Michael to break him into total
obedience, but actually she was not bluffing.
Michael died in nearly two minutes after she started blocking his nostrils
with her toes. I could not believe it. Michael really died! He was my best
friend. I was so dumbfounded to think what should be done. Matters were
totally out of my hand. I could not do anything to save his life. Mine was
in danger too.
"Aaahh ... well ... he was a stupid fellow anyway. That's the end of anyone
disobeying or questioning my orders. I hope this experience would teach you
both my servants something here. I want total obedience, not less than
blind obedience. Am I asking for too much, kid?" she addressed me while
still resting her right foot on Michael's dead face.
I was so scared and feared for my own life and had to answer her in the
words she pleased.
"No, Mme ... of co-co-course n-not, Mme. It's the l-least you sh-should
deserve. I am here to s-serve you with u-utmost dedication, Mme. Whatever
you order I'll be doing w-with p-pleasure, Mme. I am fully at y-your d-
disposal, Mme.," I stammered with fear haunting my heart and a shiver
catching my body. It was the first time I see someone killed before my
eyes, and that someone was my best friend, Michael.
"Heheheheh!!! Good boy! Don't be scared. I won't kill you unless you served
me will in whatever way I want ... oh! Did I have to kill somebody here to
convince you of my total power over you? But, it's ok. Let's give this
sucker a good burial service. Come here both of you and carry this corpse
and follow me," she ordered as she stood up. The old man stepped outside
the bathroom and I rushed to Michael's body too. We carried the body and
followed her as she opened a door. There was a staircase which she climbed
down. We followed. It was a dark small place.
"Ok. Now here's a shovel and axe. Start digging a grave here for the former
servant," she commanded. In nearly 15 minutes a grave fitting Michael's
body was ready. We placed the body in there and buried him.
I was torn between feelings of sadness over Michael's fate and deep fear
from that horrible killer woman.
"Good! Now take me up, kid. C'mon ... the horsie position," she ordered. I
assumed the position and she jumped over my back and signaled me to move up
the staircase. The old man followed behind.
She dismounted off my back and sat on an armchair, stretching her legs and
wiggling her toes. I was still assuming the horsie position and the old man
standing behind me.
"Oh, c'mon! Do I have to say everything? Whenever you find me wiggling my
toes like that in front of you that would mean I need a my toes to be
pampered and worshipped. C'mon here, both of you ... on your knees and do what
you are told," she hissed at me
I rushed before her feet. I was in my knees in a glimpse worshipping her
feet: licking the soles with my tongue, sucking her toes one by one and
cleaning in between the toes.
"And you granny, I am really hungry. C'mon, move your ass and serve me my
dinner so I may serve you yours. I want three soft-boiled eggs, yellow
cheese, marmalade and butter. You'll also find a couple of beer cans in the
fridge. C'mon. Snap to it. I am so hungry," she commanded.
"Oh ... that is the foot bath I always expect ... well ... that pleases me much and
make me so relaxed ... you better do a good dedicated job, otherwise I'll kill
you and search for more devoted slaves to serve me ... they are many out there.
I can get myself 10 of 'em serving me well if I want to ... "
I felt threatened already. I didn't need her words to push me to offer
devoted service to her. My fears even grew stronger after she killed my
friend Michael so easily with the use of the toes I am actually licking and
pampering with my tongue.
"Ohh ... yeah between the toes! The toes ... yeah ... that's it, slave ... lick, lick and
keep on licking ... ooooh ... yeah ...  just don't stop! That feels very
relaxing..yeah ... c'mon," she moaned.
It was nearly 7:20 p.m. when I started giving our lady her usual footbath
with my tongue. It was 8:10 p.m. when she finally ordered me to stop
because the old man, my fellow slave, started to serve the lady her dinner.
I thanked her deep down because I felt the muscles of my tongue were nearly
paralytic from non-stop movement.
"Thank you, servant, for your hard work. My feet are really glistening.
Sometimes I think what I should do without your tongue ... hehehehe ... "
I was pleased that the lady was glad about the tongue service I offered to
her toes and toenails.
The old man served the dinner on a small table and brought it before our
captor.
"I need stools for my feet while I am eating. Lie down for me both of
you ... each under one feet ... "
We both lied on our backs next to the armchair she was sitting in both
right and left directions. Now my face was next to her left foot and the
old man's to her right. She laid both feet on our faces while she was in
the process of chewing her food.
"That's relaxing too ... your faces are nice stools for my ached feet ... ok...now
from your positions you can rub my calves too ... that would be even more
relaxing," she ordered.
My vision was blocked by the sole of her left foot but I reached out my
both hands to rub her left calf. It was meaty and strong. I think it was 16
inches or something ... I could easily feel the solidness of her calf muscle.
She finished her meal in nearly 20 minutes. I heard a beer can opened.
"Ok ... That would be enough, footstools ... c'mon, granny take away this table and
wash all the dishes and things and kneel back quickly before me. I need
footrests while I drink my beers. And you, young servant ... kneel before mama
so she can rest her foot on your shoulder. C'mon ... quick ... get up," she
commanded.
I rose and assumed the kneeling position before her. She left her left foot
and placed it on my right shoulder while she was gulping her beer in a
manner that suggested that my shoulder was ever made to be her footrest.
"Hold my leg tight with your right hand and rub mommy's calf with your
left, servant. Do a good job like the one you did with my toes ... "
I did exactly as I was told. A few minutes after I started rubbing her left
calf, the old man finished washing the dishes and knelt before the lady's
right leg, which she planted on his left shoulder and continued gulping the
beer showing a sweet rare smile of satisfaction to us servants in
indication that she was so happy with us and with our services to her.
Well, she must have been very happy and relaxed indeed. She's just finished
a nice dinner, she's drinking nice beer and she's having two men she is
using as footrests and those two men are rubbing her calves so gently as
she's getting drunk and are so willing to serve her to the utmost frontiers
wherever and whenever she pleases.
The old man and I were still on our knees holding her legs and rubbing her
meaty calves. She opened another beer can and lit a cigarette. She took a
sip of beer and followed it with a drag of smoke.
"Aaahaaaa ... I feel really comfortable ... keep rubbing your Lady's sweet legs, my
servants ... It really feels great to have faithful servants so willing to
please me," she said in a sweet mellow tone as she blew a puff of smoke
from her cigarette.
We kept on rubbing her calves for her. As far as I am concerned, I began to
grow tired of holding her leg. It was a bit heavy for my shoulder. I think
the old man grew tired himself too.
"OK, granny, I think the house is not clean and tidy. I believe you can do
something about that, can't you?" she wondered, in her light-drunken mellow
tone still.
"Of course, Madame; whatever you order," the old man replied, taking her
right leg off his left shoulder and rested it gently on the floor. He went
away to fetch a broom and start cleaning the house.
"And you, boy, you have to take mommy's both legs now to rest on your two
shoulders. Come nearer!" she commanded in her mellow but this time with a
bit of firmness.
I took her left foot off my right shoulder and rested it gently on the
floor and drew closer. Now her two knees were about seven inches away from
my face. She raised both legs and rested them on my two shoulders that my
head was exactly trapped between her knees. She was ensconcing herself in
the armchair and her heels were touching my lower back.
"Well ... I think this position is even more comfy for me ... hehehehe ... make good
use of your hands. Don't keep them idle. Rub my thighs," she commanded with
an air of inarguable confidence in her tone of voice.
She was holding her cigarette in the right hand and the beer can in her
left.
"Mmmm! Since the ashtray is far from me and the fact that I am not willing
now to give up this comfy position, I think I'll use your mouth as an
ashtray. I don't think you would mind, huh? Heheheh ... well ... you can consider
as yet another duty of yours," she said, already touching my closed mouth
in signal for me to open it and disposing of the cigarette ash inside.
The tasted nasty inside my mouth, but I thought I have had far nastier
things inside already.
"Good job, granny! Keep on sweeping the floor well. I want spotless
cleanliness or I'll break your fucking neck and you won't even has a second
to know what happened," the lady, whose face was beginning to grow red from
drunkenness, growled at the old man, who was already sweeping the floor
most devotedly.
My shoulders were still in place holding the lady's legs to keep her feel
"comfy" as she liked. I thought to myself whether she knew how her legs
felt so heavy on my shoulders. I could be considered as slim and she was so
huge, but she didn't seem to care the least about how I felt. The most
important thing that counts here was her own relaxation and the two of us
servants here were making sure that she's pleased and comfortable.
I was still rubbing her thighs while she was still getting rid of her
cigarette ash into my mouth.
"Well ... the cigarette is finished. Of course you won't be pleased to see me
throwing the cigarette butt and waste granny's efforts. Stick out your
tongue, servant," she ordered, with no trace of mellowness in her tone now.
I stuck out my tongue and she put out the cigarette butt into it, burning
my tongue and causing indescribable pain that made me release a scream of
deep agony.
"Shush! Shush! Are you crazy? Why are you screaming? You should get used to
this. If you ever do it again, I'll punish you severely, you stupid
asshole. Yeah ... .thaaaat's it. The butt is put out. Now open wide ... yeah ... thank
you!"
She threw the butt deep into my mouth as if my mouth was her own trash bin.
I swallowed the cigarette butt as she ordered. I was really in pain. My
tongue ached like hell from the burn. She continued sipping her beer as if
nothing has happened. The old man, granny as the lady says, was very busy
cleaning the floor tiles with a scrubbing brush.
"I think I'll use your mouth a lot, young boy. Mommy would need to use it
in more than one way. For instance, beer and cigarettes make me produce too
much phlegm, which, I certainly believe, you would not mind taking.
Well ... look at it this way: you'll take the phlegm I'll spit into your
detested mouth as aperitifs before I serve you your main course - my poop
of course - so, you'll find my phlegm sticky and nice ... and with beer flavor
too ... hehehehehe," she said playfully with a wicked laugh that showed her
white well-arranged teeth.
"Ok ... I hate the theoretical part of everything. Let's be very practical.
Open your mouth, boy!" she commanded.
I opened my mouth wide. She made strong hemming sounds like she was
summoning all the phlegm inside her to come quickly. Gosh! That was really
disgusting but I, as usual, could not do anything about it. She drew closer
that her mouth was just a couple of inches over mine. She held my head with
both hands - one clutching at my hair and the other under my chin - for
support. I could not move an inch. She was holding me with both legs
wrapped around my body and both hands too.
She hemmed again and again and started to spit the phlegm so slowly. Her
sticky saliva already landed into my mouth and she never stopped. I kept my
mouth open to receive her gooey saliva but have not swallowed yet as I was
receiving more and more.
"Ok ... swallow it, boy ... taste it like juice ... let me feel you're enjoying it,"
she ordered.
I swallowed it all ... gosh! That was awful! She wouldn't let me go. She was
still clutching strongly at me that I moved no single inch. She coughed
aloud to bring more phlegm and hemmed louder than before several times. I
have already swallowed the last drops of her saliva and she opened my mouth
again with both hands and sent down her spit.
Those gooey sticky devils were all hitting my palate. She kept doing this
to me for 10 minutes more and she seemed to enjoy it to the fullest degree.
"Oh ... that was nice ... it really feels nice to have someone so willing to eat my
phlegm ... hahahahaha ... good boy! Did you like it?" she asked.
"Yes, Mme. Of course I did. Thank you for giving me this honor. I am all
yours, Mme. I am just here to serve you in anyway you desire," I replied
while I was chewing the gallon of saliva she sent into my mouth. My heart
was beating inside my chest as I answered her. She's usually not in the
habit of asking me about my opinion on whatever she's doing to me. Actually
she doesn't give a damn about my answer, but she only meant to double my
already utmost humiliation. Yes, I've got to face it. I was really
humiliated and tortured in more than a way.
"Hehehehehe ... oh great, boy ... you're a fast learner ... I predict a bright future
for you with me here ... you were just a natural born servant of me. You came
in this world to serve me ... that's your fate, boy, and you gotta surrender to
it because you have no other option ... well ... since you liked my saliva, I'll
give you something else that you'll certainly like more ... open your mouth
wide, servant."
I opened my mouth as wide as I could. This time she held my chin and let go
of my hair. With her right free hand she held her nose between her thumb
and index fingers. It didn't take me much time to figure out what she was
up to. She BLEW HER NOSE!
A big lump of even stickier and gooier thing was invading my palate in the
most violent of manners.
The tip of her nose was already inside my mouth, which is now serving as a
bath sink for her to get rid of all those bad things inside her nose.
She finished and cracked up a laugh that accentuated my humiliation.
"Heeheheh ... Oh I am really enjoying myself playing with you, asshole!
Swallow ... swallow my precious nose product," she said as she wiped the
remains of her "nose product" on her fingers in my left cheek with a
crystal clear look of merciless cruelty in her eyes and a curl of contempt
in her lips. She leaned back into her armchair.
I was still swallowing her nasal waste and trying hard not to show any
feelings of discontent on my face. She was watching me all the time face to
face.
The lady gulped the last sips of beer in her second can. "Granny! Come
here. Take this can away, open the third for me and light my cigarette,"
she commanded the old man. In seconds she was holding another can in her
left hand and a cigarette in her right. I grew scared of more burns in my
tongue.
The old man finished the place cleaning chore and stood closer waiting for
further orders by the lady.
"All right, granny. You seemed to have done a good job. You can retire away
now I don't need you for the time being," she said. The man withdrew with
heavy steps. He was so tired I could tell by the sound of his heavy steps.
She was still sipping the beer and smoking a cigarette when suddenly she
released me and ordered me to bring a bowl of cold water to wash her feet.
I was back on my knees in a minute before her legs. She placed her feet in
the bowl and I started the washing process, rubbing the soles and between
the toes so gently to make her feel relaxed. I knew what the lady wanted
and I tried my best to avoid her limitless wrath.
She has done very nasty things to me during the past hour or so although I
was more than willing to please her and literally follow her instructions.
While I was washing her feet in the bowl, she was disposing of the
cigarette ash in my mouth from time to time.
"Let's see if you learn your lessons in the way I wish. Stick out your
fucking tongue," she ordered. I did as told and she put out the cigarette
butt again in my tongue. The pain was beyond my strength. I could not stand
it but in the same time could not scream, hoping it would end soon. I was
scared of possible punishment if I screamed again. I produced no sound this
time, but deep inside I was screaming like hell.
"Haha..heehhehehe ... .perrrrfect! you learn your lessons, boy ... I sense a
faithful intention inside you to please me. Good. Uhuh! Yeah ... swallow the
butt. Take it down the trash bin that is your body ... you're mommy's favorite
trash bin, servant. Ok, now. That's enough. Drink mommy's feet washing
water." I drank the water. It smelt her feet.
"Oh ... my bladder is almost exploding. I need a piss. I think your meal is
arriving soon too. I ate too much today. I think I haven't introduced you
to my newest invention yet. In the corner there, take off that white sheet
and bring my special chair here."
I moved to the corner she pointed at. I removed a white sheet and found an
aluminum chair that was hollow. It had no seat. I didn't understand what it
is until I found a plastic white transparent vessel. Attached to the vessel
was something like a hose, which was wide and transparent too and about 50
centimeters long. I understood what this "invention" is all about then. I
carried the chair only as I was ordered.
"Yes, that's it. Keep it there. There is some device there, a vessel. Fetch
it, boy!" she ordered.
I knew what device she meant.
"Thaaat's good ... well ... now there are some clips in the vessel. Attach them to
the chair."
I attached the vessel to the chair and there it is: the two units now
became one. The hose was dangling down there.
"Well ... I think you already figured out what it is, boy, but I'll explain it
anyway. This I have designed so that the servant lies beneath the chair on
his back and place the end of this hose into his mouth and receive his
meals while feeling relaxed. I designed this especially for the comfort of
my subjects in general and also to make sure that my servant gets it all
and lose no drop of water or piece of food. You see, at the end of this
hose there's some sticky tip that is attached tightly to the mouth to
prevent it from leaking anything."
I felt a twitch in my body as she was lecturing on her "invention". She was
speaking in a very proud tone as if she invented some new annihilating
weapon she was planning to get a Nobel for. I was silent, waiting for
instructions.
She was finishing off her third can of beer.
"As you know, I don't like to take much time on theories. Let's move to the
practical side. Lie on your back down there and attach this hose into your
mouth, servant," she commanded.
In seconds I was beneath that chair with the end of that hose inside my
mouth. She stood up and drew closer. The lady watched with inspecting eyes
to make sure that everything was neatly in place. She pressed on the sticky
tip for verification.
She moved away then. She held the bowl of water with which I've just washed
her feet and cam back.
"Let's see if this works with you. Take that. Swallow it all," she said as
she was pouring the water from the bowl into the vessel.
"You better swallow quickly. I feel my bladder and tummy are exploding. I
think I have a diarrhea. Yeah ... c'mon."
I swallowed as fast as I could. After I finished it all, the lady hemmed
loudly and spat her gooey saliva into the vessel.
She then peeled off her panties and sat on the chair above me. She didn't
waste much time. She produced a very loud fart that shook the vessel.
"Oooh ... you're gonna get a nice meal, it seems ... get ready, boy ... mommy's serving
you a nice sweet creamy dinner ... heheheheh."
 A gush of urine started to land into the vessel like a fountain.
"Oh ... I'll give you all the beer I have inside ... take it all ... it's a fine
beer ... see how mommy like you? Hehehehe."
Her urine was so strong and yellowish. All that I did was swallowing and
swallowing very hard hoping it would come to an end, but it never ended.
The moment she began emptying her bladder into my body was like a flood
that never stops. Despite my quick swallowing, the vessel was full nearly
six inches below the vessel edge. Only then she stopped. The flood ended
suddenly. I gulped her urine like crazy.
"Come on, come on ... swallow quickly ... haven't got all night, asshole," she
hissed, sending one loud fart after another as I gulped the last drops of
her golden nectar in the vessel. She didn't waste much time again.
She spluttered a hug creamy cargo of shit. Her feces were nearly liquid.
They escaped like hell from her asshole. In a second the whole vessel was
no longer transparent. I didn't see any color but brow and still I hear her
spluttering.
"Oh ... my intestines were in real torture ... .yeah ... take this one too."
The liquid shit landed so fast into the hose and right into my mouth. The
taste was awful. There was nothing like it. I had no option but keep on
swallowing. I tried hard to avoid chewing to escape the taste by gulping
fast but I couldn't. The taste was attacking my senses against my will.
I was in great suffering. The lady's diarrhea was something that was beyond
my endurance. She made me pay so dear for her runs, but I was not the one
who caused it. These thoughts going on inside my mind as I was gulping her
brown creamy cargo were after all worthless. The inescapable truth was that
she was disposing of her shit into my body and that I was literally her
toilet. I had to live with that in order to make matters easier for myself.
The ultra-cruel lady was defecating like a volcano. She never stopped
producing more creamy semi-liquid shit and I never stopped swallowing her
waste.
"Oh, my intestines are in a state of war inside. Those fucking runs really
give me a hard time. But I don't need to worry as long as there is someone
more than glad to eat them away for me. Heheheheh ... aren't you, servant? Ok,
ok ... I don't expect to hear you answer now. I think mommy is keeping your
mouth so busy, huh? hehehe," she said.
The lady was enjoying herself over there. It seems she was spending a happy
time having a man beneath her consuming her shit. She was so heartless when
it came to contacting with me. I don't understand why she has been so very
violent towards me. It was clear from the beginning that I was willing to
obey her. I've never discussed any of her orders. Perhaps as time goes by
may be there will come a day when she recognizes that.
She kept disposing of her waste for nearly 10 minutes. They passed like 10
years to me. All the while, I was doing nothing but swallowing.
The spluttering sounds stopped, but what made matters worse was that she
turned on her fountain-like peehole again. Her yellowish flood took all
that creamy fecal matter stuck in the vessel. The product was awful and
beyond description: a mix of creamy diarrheic stool mixed with stingy ultra-
salty urine: a killer cocktail.
After all that I've been swallowing for more than 15 minutes, the vessel is
full again only one centimeter below the edge. This time was not only her
stingy urine that must have fucked my palate, but it was that lethal mix. I
stole a look at the vessel above me and gosh! It was so full that I thought
it would be impossible to swallow all that. In the ordinary circumstances I
would never drink a vessel of ordinary potable water, let alone a vessel
full of a mix of creamy diarrheic feces and beer urine.
In a nutshell, it was a juice from hell served by a lady from hell.
The chair was rocking a bit. The lady stood on her feet and walked a couple
of steps away from the chair.
"Oh ... did I offer you a fair enough treat! Well ... that's living proof how I
really care for my servants and their healthy nourishment ... how do you like
mommy's special creamy dinner ... I even did not forget about the beer ... it's a
fine beer and mommy gave you just the same beer she herself drank ... I think
this is more than fair, huh? mmm ... I don't expect an answer, though," she
said in a cynical tone as she was putting on her black thongs that only
covered her womanly holes.
From time to time I would stop swallowing for a moment's rest. She realized
it.
"Uh-oh! No, no ... keep on swallowing, boy, otherwise I would understand that
you're not very enthusiastic about the meals I offer you, and that would
consequently annoy me so much because I'll take it as ingratitude and I
hate ungrateful people," she said, squatting just right next to my face
under the aluminum chair watching me swallowing her waste.
I was scared of more punishments, though I can't guarantee it 100% that if
I ever obeyed her, I would be immune against physical harms, torture and
humiliation. I thought at least when I obey her, she would take that in a
positive way and ease her wrath on me.
"Hehehehe ... it really feels so nice to watch someone consuming my shit.
Well ... I've seen it before with the old man in there, but this is the first
time I use young men like you as my special toilet ... hahaha ... well ... boy ... let's
say it's a mutual benefit, I dispose of my waste, and you get the nutrition
you need to stay alive. So, we're even here ... hehehe ... "
I swallowed more than half the content of the vessel and was still working
hard to finish it off when there was knocking on the door.
"Oh! This must be Tyra," the lady said, rushing to open the door.
I was in utter embarrassment that someone would enter and watch me in this
filthy state my captor put me into by force.
"Oh, hiiii Tyra dear ... come on in ... I've got a new thing to show you here," the
woman said in a very cheerful mood.
There was only small amount of that cocktail left in the vessel, but I
seized the chance that she went to answer the door knocking to take a
moment's rest.
"Oh ... what is that? A new catch?...he looks like an asshole too just like the
old numskull there." That was the lady's friend speaking. I didn't see her
quite well yet but her voice was coarse and strong.
"Well ... yeah ... you can say a new catch ... this fucker and a friend, who is now
dead, tried to break and enter an apartment in this building. But of course
I taught them the error of their ways. I killed his friend because he was
obeying my orders with not enough spirit and gusto I expected, but this
shit lying here agreed to serve me. He's really doing a very good job and I
was just offering him his reward," my captor explained.
I swallowed the last drops of my lady's "reward" and lied still. She
ordered me to take the vessel and hose off her "invention" and wash them in
the bathroom to be "clean for use next time" and to take away the chair. I
did all that she instructed in a flash and came back to her.
She had already sat herself in her armchair and her friend, Tyra, was
seated to the next one.
"Hey, servant, come closer ... let me introduce to you my dearest friend,
Mistress Tyra. She's a fellow janitor in a nearby building. She comes here
from time to time and I go to her place too. She's a widow like me. Tyra
also comes here whenever she feels the urge to dispose of all her waste
into granny's body. It happened most of the time that I served granny his
lunch and Tyra his dinner ... Tyra, this is John, my special servant who is so
much willing to do his best to please me. He's nothing; he's just a
worthless nobody, a coprophagous creature who feeds on my excrement," the
lady made the acquaintance.

Tyra was much larger in stature than my captor and fairer in complexion.
Her hair was black and she wore it in a bun. She was wearing a pink T-shirt
and tight denim shorts that revealed fair, meaty and white beautiful
thighs. She was wearing a pair of blue flip-flops. She was wearing red nail
polish on her fair and neat toes.
My lady was already large in stature so when I say Tyra was much larger,
then the latter must be an Amazonian.
She looked like 40-ish in the same category of my captor. They were both
much older than me but younger than the old man. By my capture, they now
have all younger and older generations to serve them.
"Well ... servant boy ... how would you greet my dear friend Mistress Tyra? Offer
what you've got to offer here," my lady ordered.
I went down on my knees before the gigantic woman, who was curling her lips
in contempt to me, and bowed my forehead on the floor before her feet.
"It seems you've trained him so well, Osa. He's so meek," Tyra said.
It was the first time I hear my captor's name, Osa. There was no chance for
me before to get to know my owner's name.
"Perhaps I may borrow him for a couple of days at my place. You already
have granny here to look after you. Besides, I really got bored of granny.
I need some change here, some new generation. This young boy certainly fits
like a glove for service ... we're fine ladies, Osa. We work hard and do
whatever is required form us to do. We deserve to be served and made feel
relaxed," Tyra said.
"You're damn right, Tyra. I agree. We are growing old and we need to be
served, and served in the finest of ways," my captor replied.
I was still bowing on the floor before Mistress Tyra.
"Oh ... I almost forgot. I am so full of shit and planned to come here to
dispose of it into granny. So, let me try your new toilet, then," Tyra
suggested.
"Heheheh ... it's ok, Tyra. Problem is I've just fed him too much. Besides,
granny did not receive much nourishment today. It's ok for you to use
granny," my captor said, saving me from yet another meal by her friend. I
thanked God deep down.
"Ok, I am going then ... Ooooh  ... got a lot of gas too," Tyra said with a smile
on her face, while knitting her eyebrows.
"All right, I'll watch you while you're feeding granny. Servant, come here
 ... quick  ... the horsie style," Madam Osa commanded.
"Yes, Mme. Right away!" I replied.
My lady stood on her feet and jumped on my back like a professional
equestrienne. Tyra was already heading towards the bathroom, where granny
lied next to the porcelain toilet bowl, which I think my lady has not used,
at least for more than a year. My lady followed her friend on my back and
entered the bathroom behind her.
I was signaled to stop. I was nearly one meter away from the toilet bowl.
Granny has already taken his position: sitting on the floor with both hands
leaning on the floor behind his back for support and looking at the ceiling
with his mouth open wide.
Tyra took off her denim shorts and peeled off a light blue thong. Her
thighs were so firm and wide. She laid the shorts and the thong on the tip
of the bathtub.
Granny's head is now between Tyra's huge thighs and his mouth is only one
inch away from Tyra's shit-hole.
"Hi, granny ... hungry?...I'll give you a very nice meal ... mmm ... today I ate
shrimps, salad and pickled cucumbers ... but the shrimps were so lovely I ate
two kilograms alone ... hehehehe," Tyra said, looking down on the old man's
face.
Lady Osa on my back was laughing her head off as if she were watching a
nice Bugs Bunny cartoon. I thought there was nothing to laugh about here.
It was a great ordeal for us servants here what these women were doing to
us. I believed, however, there were different perspectives between us
slaves and these ladies controlling us: What was ordeal for us was fun for
them.
A noisy fart went out of Tyra's shit-hole. It was like a fissile chemical
bomb: in seconds the whole room was invaded by the odor. A few moments
later a thick log began to appear, getting longer and longer as it was
departing Tyra's body right into granny's open welcoming mouth.
It was a fat dark brown log. Tyra was making pushing sounds. Perhaps she
was a little constipated.
"Aaaah ... that devil won't come out easily ... hehehe ... ," Tyra quipped.
The two women were a hell of deadly variety. My captor gave me liquid shit
and here's Tyra giving the old man a big fat log of shit that is a bit less
than the size of a newborn baby.
The log did not come to a cut yet. It was still hanging from Tyra's
orifice.
"Ooooh, Tyra ... hahahaha ... that's a gigantic one ... didn't you go to the bathroom
for three days or what? Heheheheh ... granny will certainly have a treat
tonight ... hahahe," Madam Osa commented, looking very comfortable on my back,
sometimes resting one foot on the back of my head.
The log still went longer and finally came to an end but it was much more
than what granny's mouth could handle. Half of the log was already inside
granny's mouth while the other half broke on his face, covering its left
part. His mouth was still open.
Tyra didn't let him wait for too long. Another log, a thinner and shorter
one this time, landed smoothly into his toilet-like mouth.
Four or five more logs in different shapes and lengths followed as Tyra was
standing over granny. His mouth overflowed with her excrement. Some of her
shit fell down on his body, but she didn't care, it seems.
She stood for a while but seems to have nothing more inside her bowels to
give granny. She took a few steps away to evaluate the situation and watch
the results of her efforts. Granny was already chewing her feces.
"Oh no, granny ... I think you're not going to be happy to see those expensive
shrimps wastes like that ... hehehehe," Tyra said, reaching out her hand to get
a pair of tongs I think was bought especially for this occasion.
She took remains of shit on his body and those that fell on the floor and
placed them into granny's mouth.
"Yeah ... wider ... wider..yes ... right where they belong ... hehehehe," she said as she
stuffed granny's mouth with more of her excrement.
Madam Osa was still having fun laughing at the scene, while I felt sorry
for the old man who has been humiliated to the utmost degrees.
I was extremely humiliated too, but at least I am young, much younger than
those two women, and I can get over this as time goes by later, though I
don't know when I would be able to break free from this captivity. Granny,
however, was a senior citizen who should be treated with more respect, but
I don't understand why he would try to steal from the same apartment I and
the deceased Michael tried.
Granny was a real expert in chewing feces so fast. He was consuming
excrement so fast. Perhaps months of cruel training by those two horrible
women paid off. I felt a twitch in my body about coming to granny's same
fate. A year with nothing but the odor and taste of shit cultivated inside
granny's soul the concept that those women's wastes were his world. He
magnificently got used to their brown and golden showers that there was no
sign of disgust was apparent on his face. He was gulping Tyra's feces as if
they were a chocolate cake.
The weight on my back started to be a real pressure on me, but I could not
utter a word of complaint. I had to endure it and pray deep down that my
captor would have mercy on me and dismount off my back.
Well ... she wouldn't, it seems!
Five minutes later there was no ounce of trace of feces on the old man's
body or the floor. All ended up inside his body. Tyra was keeping the tongs
over his mouth so he may lick the last spots on them.
"Good job, granny! It was a real treat, huh? didn't I tell you?
Hehehehe ... .now it's time for your refreshments," Tyra said, picking a big
transparent plastic funnel, planting it into granny's mouth and adjusting
herself over the funnel.
A river of urine filled the big funnel in less than 10 seconds. I could
hear granny swallowing the liquid like crazy. He almost finished it all
when Tyra sent another yellow flood down, filling the funnel again.
She took a couple steps back when she perhaps found out that she has
nothing more to give. A grin of pleasure was on her face. I could see it
clearly when she sat on the tub edge wearing her panties and looking at the
old man as he was taking the final sips of her pee down his body.
"I've finished, Osa ... let's continue our talk outside ... I just didn't want to
keep granny hungry. I have a conscience after all ... heheehe," Tyra addressed
my captor. They were exchanging laughs and sarcasm over the two of us
servants.
Madam Osa signaled me to turn around and go outside of the bathroom. When
we came to a couch, she dismounted and sat on it. Tyra sat herself in an
armed chair in the opposite direction.
I was ordered to assume the horsie position in the spot right in the middle
between the armchair and the couch. I did just that. They both stretched
their two legs and used my back as their footstool.
"Listen, Osa ... .and listen attentively, one of the women in the building I
work in spoke to me about a weird offer ... a relative of her quadriplegic
husband tricked him into signing a contract conceding his wealth to him.
The fortune is so huge: a big mansion and a spacious villa with big garden
in the countryside and 100 acres of fertile farmland. She's looking for a
way to get her sick husband's wealth back. She asked me whether I know of
gangsters or bullies to bring this fortune back and force that relative of
her husband's to sign a concession contract for her ... and one more thing ... she
wants this relative alive. I understood from her words that she wants to
take revenge on the man and torture and captivate him to be her servant for
life," Tyra said.
"Oh? Really? Is this true? Well ... .why should anyone do this for her then?"
Madam Osa enquired.
"OK ... it deserves it ... the reward is awesome. She said she would give away the
villa, plus a huge 4wd vehicle and one million dollars in bank account as a
reward for whoever does this for her ... see? It is worth it ... hehehehe," Tyra
replied.
"OH NO! yeah, it is," my captor commented.
"I told the woman that I'll consider this with some people I know and give
her a feedback in a couple of days. I just waited to discuss this matter
with you. Think it over but give me a reply tomorrow. It's a very good
chance for us to settle in a decent villa with garden and slaves around
serving us. We won't have to worry about money. We'll have a nice bank
account. I think it's a very good chance for us to stop serving others.
It's time for us to be served. We're fine ladies. We were never created to
serve anyone. I think we deserve it, Osa. Don't you think so?" Tyra asked.
"Yeah, Tyra ... I grew bored and tired of carrying out other people's orders. I
would not think it over, because I've already done this. I agree. I am in.
Just give me an idea about how we should plan for this," Osa said.
"The woman told me that the man is settling inside the big mansion. There
are many guards there. We'll deal with them in our fatal ways. I think
those guards should not be a problem for us, but the most important thing
is to keep this relative alive as she asked. Well ... I think we can do it. We
can bring her this man alive."
"Well ... settled, Tyra. It's ok. I am more than ready."
"All right, I'll meet the woman tomorrow ... I'll discuss several things with
her ... I would prefer if she meets us in your place or in my place ... we need to
authenticate our agreement with her. This is a serious matter. We won't
risk our asses for nothing. We have to make sure she should deliver on her
pledges," Tyra said.
Tyra left for her place and I pampered Madam Osa's toes as usual until she
fell asleep.
The lady was in deep sleep that she woke up at nearly 2:00 p.m. the
following day. I slept at her feet but woke up before 12:00 p.m. and
resumed my foot-licking routine lest she should wake up at any moment and
find me not attending to her feet and punish me.
She finally stirred in the bed and opened her eyes only to find my tongue
traveling between her toes.
"Aaah...yeah ... keep that velvet tongue there ... I need it," she said in a very
lazy tone as she wiggled the toes of both her feet.
I continued tongue-massaging her toes for about 30 minutes more.
She rose and sat on the bed, ordering me to bring her the vessel. I did and
handed it to her. Without uttering a word, she stood up, attached the hose
into my mouth and had the vessel right beneath her pee-hole between her
thighs. I was holding the vessel between my two hands so that she would not
think much about it and help her focus on getting rid of her golden nectar.
She was a bit sleepy, nearly closing her eyes lazily and beginning to
release a thick yellowish flood into my mouth, her favorite urinal. Her
morning pee was saltier and more pungent in taste.
The matter-of-factness with which she did all that she did to me was
actually hurting me much more than having to eat her excrement or drink her
urine. It was really fucking my soul deep inside and accentuated the
humiliation I get from her. This matter-of-factness was a message to me
that I was born to be so inferior to her and that my consumption of her
waste only made perfect sense.
Anyway, these thoughts going round and round inside my head were purely
from my perspective, not hers. I guess it did not differ much from her
perspective too.
Here I am gulping her golden juice and she's not even looking at it. She
was holding her crotch with her left hand and playing her hair with her
right hand and closing her eyes as she wants more sleep.
The splash of her liquid into the vessel was making a great noise. She
emptied the content of her bladder right into my body. The dark yellow
flood reduced into a thin line and then a trickle and a few drops. Nearly
half the vessel was still full as I was very busy swallowing her urine.
"Mmmmm ... that was good ... my bladder was about to explode ... mmmmm," she said as
she took one step back from the vessel and ensconced herself lazily in an
armchair yawning.
I was still holding the vessel in my two hands and drinking until I
finished it all.
"Come here quick, boy ... clean mommy!" she commanded, opening her legs wide.
I rushed towards the armchair she was sitting on. I lapped at her pee-hole
cleaning her as she ordered.
She fell into sleep in her relaxed position in the armchair. I was still
licking her pussy clean. I dared not stop on my own. That lasted for nearly
another hour until she stirred awake again.
"Aaaah ... great, boy! It's ok ... I need to eat ... I am hungry ... do me four cheese
sandwiches, two marmalade with butter and a coffee," she ordered.
It took me about 10 minutes to fix her the breakfast she ordered. I laid
the breakfast tray on a small table and brought it close to her. She pushed
it a few inches aside, took one sandwich and started munching at it.
"Don't just stand still on your knees before me ... do something to please me.
C'mon! dip your nose down there into my asshole ... I want the tip of your nose
literally inside my hole," she hissed as she took off her panties and
stretched her legs open widely.
I did as told. My two nostrils were literally inside her anus.
I felt her asshole closing from both sides around my nose as if it was
trapped. She was eating her sandwich in her right hand and clutching at my
hair with her left as if she was making sure I was right in the place she
wanted me in.
A horrible fart rent my nostrils. The aroma was so strong that I wanted to
cough but I just stifled the cough for fear I might move an inch or two
away from the spot my captor wanted me in. The wind she broke proliferated
like mustard gas and the smell was even much worse than her feces.
Madam Osa seemed to be having a good time up there. She was laughing and
singing Tina Turner's Under My Power. Yes, I was totally under her power;
that's for sure.
For nearly 20 minutes, there were non-stop wind-breaking that was invading
my welcoming nostrils.
She finally had mercy on me and discharged my nose from her asshole,
shoving me away with her right foot. May be she released me because she
made sure she has no more gas to give. That's more like it because she
never showed any mercy as far as I was concerned.

She did not ask for anything for a while. A few hours have passed and I was
just kneeling on the floor while she was watching TV. There was knocking on
the door. She ordered me to go answer it. I opened the door. It was Madam
Tyra and a woman I saw for the first time.

"Oooh ... hi, slavie boy!" she said. "Oh please, come on in, Madam. I'll
introduce you to my best friend, Osa ... she's going to be my partner on this
mission."

Osa stood up and headed for the door to greet her guest. She was a very
classy woman in her 40s. She was wearing a short pink dress and pink
sandals. Her hair was brunette and short. She had beautiful blue eyes and a
fair complexion.

The woman stepped in. Madam Osa welcomed her at the door.

"Osa dear, this is Madam Paige. The one I talked with you about yesterday.
She is here to discuss a few things on the mission.

"I am so pleased to meet you, Madam Paige. Please make yourself at home,"
Osa said.

"Oh thank you so much, Osa ... Tyra was praising you a lot and recommended you
strongly for me," Madam Paige said as she was seating herself on the sofa.
Tyra sat next to her, while Osa sat in her armchair.

I was standing near the sofa. Madame Paige was giving me a look; one of
inquiry. Tyra noticed and explained to her who I am.

"This is John. Osa's personal slave. He's here to make sure she's comfy and
relaxed. He's serving her in any way she desires. She keeps him here and
he's really proud to be her slave boy," Tyra said.

"You see, Madame Paige. I would need someone to take good care of me.
Actually, John is not my first slave. I already have one that lives in my
bathroom but he's an old man and I am not pressing him much because of his
age. But this boy is still young and I taught him how to respond to my
needs and desires. Would you mind if he takes good care of you and makes
you feel comfortable?" Madam Osa wondered.

The woman looked a bit surprised. Her eyebrows were raised in amazement.

"Oh? Ah  ... yeah ... perhaps it seems so nice to feel so comfortable...hehehe,"
Madam Paige answered.

"Boy! Make Madam Paige feel comfortable!" Madam Osa instructed me in a
harsh tone.

I went down on my knees before Madam Paige and kissed her sandals. I took
them off, held her left leg in both hands and planted kisses on it. Her
feet were lovely. Her toes were neat, soft and delicate. She was wearing
shiny white nail polish that accentuated the beauty of her toes. I sucked
her big toe so gently.

"Oh ... ho..ho ... yeah  ... that's so lovely ... you were right, Osa! It really feels so
comfortable to have someone sucking your toes ... go on, boy ... go on ... just don't
stop," Madam Paige said with a broad grin on her lips. She seemed to have
enjoyed my foot service. I sucked her toes one by one. Each time I did it
she was moaning in pleasure. The moaning gave me yet another urge to suck
again and again.

She was a passionflower. She moaned even louder as I traveled my tongue in
between her toes. I gave her right foot the same bath. She was feeling
great.

"Oh no ... I will be in bad need for a slave like that. A slave owned by me
would give my life a real color. Do you have an extra slave to lend me for
the time being, Osa?" Madam Paige wondered.

The ladies - Madams Osa and Tyra - were amused to see Madam Paige feeling
so nice.

"Don't worry ... I'll promise I'll get you one. Losers are out there in
millions. All I need to do is just grab myself one of 'em, break him to
obey me and then convince him that his life is exclusively linked to my
pleasure. Slaves have to understand that the decision about whether they
should live or die is exclusively mine. Well ... I think I can lend you the old
slave I used to have. He's an old man all right, but he is already broken
and well-trained to do whatever you tell him to. I'll show you a little
demonstration. Boy, go tell granny to come here right away crawling on the
floor like the worm he is," Madam Osa commanded.

I ran to the bathroom to do as I was told and came back in less than five
seconds to my previous position on my knees before the ladies. Granny was
already out of the bathroom crawling on the floor. He was approaching the
ladies in less than a minute.

"Oh! What is this freak? Was that your old slave, Osa?" Madam Paige
wondered.

"Yep ... he still is at the moment but I really got bored of him ever since I
switched to John. I even thought of getting rid of him. I think you can
have it, at least for the time being. When our mission is a success, I
think you'll have plenty of slaves to serve you in the mansion we're going
to take. You can do whatever you want to do with this old worm lying on the
floor. He can massage your feet, wash your legs, suck your toes, clean your
house, wash your dishes and do anything you just order him to," Madam Osa
explained.

"Ok ... that's great ... it seems so nice ... hehehe ... but how should I take care of
him ... I mean his shelter, his food, his bed ... ?" Madam Paige enquired.

"Hahaha ... oh dear Madam Paige ... you're just a kind-hearted sweet woman ... don't
bother with these things. He can sleep anywhere. He's just a worm ... worms
would never use beds to sleep ... and about his food ... please don't ever mess
with the system of nourishment I had been providing for him for more than a
year now. He's taken to my system that he would find it so hard to have it
changed. My system of nourishment for granny, and for that worthless boy
too, is literally the same thing I eat ... I think that's more than fair, huh?
It's just I serve them their meals and drinks after they are processed
inside my digestive system. That's all ... It's so simple and healthy ... and they
really enjoy it," my captor said.

"Oh really? Do you want to tell me that they eat your waste?" Madam Paige
asked, looking so dumbfounded.

"Hehehehehe! I wouldn't call it waste ... well, omg! It's actually waste for
me ... yes ... there's no doubt about that ... but what is waste for me, is turkey for
them ... that's the point I am speaking about ... slaves should cherish anything
that's offered by their mistresses ... sometimes I use my little boy's nose as
a fart-taking machine. I hate my farts and the smell they produce but it's
like perfume for him. He takes them into his lungs. I don't care actually
where he takes them as long as I don't smell them. Let me show you ... I feel
like breaking wind now ... look ... and please tell me if you ever smelt
anything ... come here boy, quick, both nostrils inside mommy's hole fast,"
Madam Osa instructed.

I rushed like a maniac as ordered. In seconds my two nostrils were
receiving the nastiest fart one could ever imagine. I inhaled it all. She
pulled my hair hard and shoved me away with her right leg. I fell on my
back but then returned quickly so scared to my previous kneeling position.

"Huh? did you smell anything? Please tell me because if you did I'll make
this asshole's wretched life like hell," she said.

Paige looked amazed. She said she never smelt anything.

"That's fantastic! And he does that for you any time you ask for it?" Paige
asked.

"Of course, Madam Paige ... these worthless creatures have no choice but to do
that. You see that boy? He was trying with his friend to steal one of the
apartments in this building. Of course that was not possible as long as I
am in charge here. I persuaded them of the errors of their ways. They
agreed, but this loser's friend gave me a hard time trying to break him. I
broke him but he could not live with the idea that he should stay here and
serve me for as long as I wished. He was so stupid. I finally was annoyed
and ended his pathetic life. John, however, was a bit smarter than his
deceased asshole friend. He's totally willing to serve mommy for good.
Right, boy?" Madam Osa asked me.

"Of course, Mme. Your wishes are my commands, Mme. I am totally here to
serve you in any way you desire, Mme. Thank you for taking good care of me,
Mme. Thank you for everything. May I do anything to make you feel more
comfortable now, Mme?" I said.

"Aaaahh hahahaha ... fan-fucking-tastic!" Paige said.

"You see? That's what I mean ... I would never accept less than that total,
honest, sincere and blind obedience ... hehehehe," Osa said.

Osa kept explaining to Paige how the "worthless slaves" should function.
Her words gave me an impression that we have been forced to change from men
to robots. Osa did not give a damn about the old man or me. She was only
focusing on her own pleasure, amusement, comfort and, definitely, our
humiliation and degradation to the lowest of limits.

Osa ordered both of us slaves to show deepest respect for Paige's toes. We
were lying facedown on the floor like the "wormy" position Madam Osa always
like to see us assuming. We were licking Madam Paige's sweet toes and
pampering her toenails with our tongues. She was so relaxed and spread her
toes for us so that we may clean the fleshy spaces in between.

"Hehehehe ... .oh ... I feel so comfy ... I just now wonder how I spent all those years
without someone attending to and taking care of my feet ... hahaha ... from now on
I'll never give up on owning some slave," Paige said, laughing and
expressing her amusement as she was wiggling the toes of both feet for us
to play with our tongues.

The ladies spoke to one another for about an hour or more. All the while we
were servicing Paige's toes with our tongues. The talk was going on while
we were doing our job in that strange matter-of-factness as if this were
what we have been naturally created for.

"Yeah, Osa ... it seems a nice plan! But I would suggest you and Tyra go take a
round near the mansion to check the entrances and exits and the number of
bodyguards and the system of the guard change and these things," Paige
said.

"Don't worry, Madam Paige. I already thought about that and decided that
Tyra and me would watch the mansion for a couple of days before we start
any attacks. Anyway, consider this mansion is taken and consider the whole
mission a success," Osa replied in a confident tone.

The three women talked about some details and signed some papers. As Paige
was getting ready to leave, we were ordered to help her wearing her
sandals. We paid the due respect for her as she stood up - kissing both
sandaled feet - and then she left.

At the end of the day Tyra returned to Osa's and took the old man out with
her, perhaps due to Osa's promise to send Madam Paige granny to serve her
and take good care of her.

The following day Tyra and Osa got into a black GMC, most probably
belonging to Madam Paige. Osa sat at the wheel drive while Tyra ensconced
herself in the passenger seat. Tyra instructed that I squat in front of
her. Both women were wearing tight denim shorts that even accentuated their
firm meaty strong thighs. Osa was putting on a black T-shirt while Tyra
wore blue. Both of them were also wearing flip-flops. Tyra and Osa wore
black and shiny white polish on their long pointed toenails respectively.

"Don't just sit there you fucking moron! Do something to make me feel
relaxed. Rub my feet, for instance," Tyra hissed. I took both her feet in
my lap and rubbed her toes and caressed her soles.

"It's going to be a few hours' drive, so you'd better make this trip easy
for me or else I'll bury you alive in this fucking desert and no one would
even know about it. Come on, wash my toes with your tongue," she commanded.

I did a very good job, I guess, giving her feet the nice cool bath and the
due attention she just wanted. I've cleaned every single bit of the flesh
between her toes and took away any toe-jam. Her feet glistened in the sun.
Her right big toenail was so sharp that it cut a little wound in my tongue
during the feet-cleaning process.

They exchanged driving two times but I remained in place because I had no
instructions otherwise. My tongue and mouth were kept busy all the time. I
cleaned, sucked and licked their toes, soles and heels. They enjoyed my
service during that trip.

The car stopped a few meters before a highway restaurant. Osa was absent
for nearly fifteen minutes and came back with a big bag of food. They were
eating as if there were no tomorrow. They kept eating for nearly 30
minutes. They had many burger sandwiches and a hellish amount of cole slaw.
They were apparently so hungry. I haven't noticed them eating a thing since
the morning, when we started moving.

I was somehow in the dark where we were going but I reckoned we were
heading towards that target mansion.

The ladies were munching their food with ecstasy. When they have finished,
the car was a total mess with cole slaw boxes, remains of French fries here
and there and a lot of Pepsi cans. They were relaxing themselves in their
seats and lit a couple of cigarettes before even thinking to move on again.

I was squatting still before the passenger seat when Madam Osa, who was
sitting in it this time, ordered me to stretch my neck closer to her open
bottoms. Just as I did, she released a lousy fart that smelled like a skunk
odor.

"Hehehehe ... there are a lot of them inside my body, boy ... be sure that you'll
get aaaalll of 'em ... heheheeheh," she said.

I didn't move my head away because I didn't have instructions. She released
a lot of Montezuma's revenges one after another until I felt a bit dizzy
and all the time she was laughing her head off up above.

"Uh-oh ... don't feel tired, slavie boy ... you still have another round to get
from my shit hole ... hahaha ... ," said Tyra, peeling her denim short off her
mighty thighs and opened her legs wide waiting for my nose to vacuum away
her bad odor for her.

Madam Osa shoved my face away with her right foot. I took it as an
indication that she would not need my nostrils to take away her gas anymore
for the time being. I went to the other seat and Madam Tyra was inspecting
my moves as if she were holding a machine-gun ready for the attack; and
attack she did. Just after my nose nestled under her pant-clad anus, she
unleashed three or four short noisy farts, followed by several warm
soundless others that smelt much more stinking; I felt a bit sick and dizzy
again.

"Oh, Osa ... .you're Goddamn right ... .he's a fart-inhaling machine ... his nostrils
are like a strong vacuum cleaner ... I've never smelt a thing of your farts or
mine although we both farted like 25 times now," said Tyra, flashing a
sweet grin as she pulled my head out of the world of her bottoms.

"Tyra dear ... you've got to believe me when I tell you that John is a fart-
inhaling machine ... I've been farting into his lungs for nearly a week or more
now and during that period I've never smelt my gas at all or knew what they
are like. I even think of breaking some gas without John being around to
take it so that I may know what my farts smell like now ... hehehehehe,"
replied Osa.

"Ooooooh ... boy! That's just fun ... all right, fartboy! I guess I am going to use
your nostrils many times ... I, like Osa, don't like my gas either ... but this
should not be of concern to me now as long as you are around to take them
away ... hahahaha ... you're right Osa ... it's just an exchanged benefit ... we give away
the odor we don't want, and he just enjoys them like perfume ... hehehehe,"
said Tyra.

The women drove on. After less than two hours' driving, they stopped at a
hilly lonely area.

"Come on boy, you can pitch our tent here ... seems a nice spot," Osa
commanded.

I rushed to the car and took all the necessary tools and stuff out. The two
women were just standing and watching all around the area and inspecting
the surroundings from all directions.

"Here it is," Tyra said, pointing her right index finger at a so far
building that looked like their target mansion.

Tyra took a nap inside the tent and Osa relaxed on her back while having me
rub her meaty strong thick calves.

"Thaaat's so relaxing! Keep on rubbing those calves, boy ... I need them in
shape for the kill ... they are going to crush some assholes'
necks ... hehehehehehe ... " she hissed in a formidable tone, one of a relentless
assassin. It gave me the creeps.

I just went on rubbing her calves. Amidst the rubbing process, she would
stretch out her right hand and grab me by the hair down her wide-open
bottoms to spray my face with a couple of farts and then release me to
return to the rubbing routine. It was taken for granted that I would not
refuse.

Osa, I was positive, did not care much about my opinion. All I have to do
is just inhale and inhale and take her nasty gas down my respiratory
system. I had no choice but to be so meek and show willing genuine wish to
serve her. She would never accept less than that. I thought to my self that
I had no problem with that as long as I stay alive. The incident of the
murder of my friend Michael overshadowed my mind and struck fear into my
heart for my life.

I rubbed Osa's legs for hours until Tyra stirred awake in her sleeping bag.
The relaxing sensation perhaps caused Osa to fall into sleep herself while
Tyra ordered me to rub her calves too. Tyra's were whiter, thicker,
stronger and meatier.

The two women were lurking in the tent like two lionesses getting ready to
leap on their preys. When night came, they used their night-vision
binoculars to watch the guards of the mansion and their movements. They
just sat there for a couple of hours without saying any word. I was on my
knees right next to the tent.

"Ooooh ... I need to go to the bathroom ... my stomach is killing me. Come here,
toilet boy and take that huge cargo off my bowels ... uh-oh ... there's a big
funnel at the car trunk ... fetch it. I brought it specially for you ... I don't
want any shit messing ... I need you to stay clean. Hehehehe, " Tyra commanded.

I brought the funnel and went down on my knees for further orders. It was a
huge transparent one perhaps to let me watch the amount of waste they're
sending down my body.

"Quick ... quick boy ... I've got a huge load ... ," she rushed. I lied on my back with
the funnel in my mouth. She stood over me, hastily taking off her denim
shorts and black thongs and squatting over the funnel. A second after she
adjusted her shit hole over the funnel that ended right into my mouth, she
released horrible farting sounds even accentuated by the tight space
between her bottoms and the rim of the funnel.

The sounds lasted for more than a minute. After about three seconds of
silence, excrement started to gush like hell right into the funnel. Adding
insult to injury, while Tyra was sending down a huge cargo of brown turds
of all sizes and forms, she peed like there is no tomorrow. The attack from
the two fronts was too much for me but all I did was just swallowing to
keep up with her. The huge funnel was nearly full. She stopped but remained
in place, lowering her head to watch if I was swallowing properly and
quickly.

I didn't let her down as some eye contact with her gave me the chills. In
the couple of seconds my eyes contacted hers, I took a glimpse of very
cruel deadly eyes that left no ounce of space for mercy. Her face was
expressionless as she sent down looks that were like whiplashes to my mind
urging me to swallow faster. I got her message.

I swallowed as fast as I could but the "cocktail" seemed endless. Finally,
I was able to finish it all to the last drop, only to hear those horrible
farting sounds again, followed directly by some liquid shit, more like
diarrheic.

"Aaaaaah ... I ate too much cole slaw, it seems ... " she moaned.

Osa took a look back at Tyra. "Hey, toilet boy ... don't go anywhere ... I want to
use you too," Osa shouted.

Tyra was disposing of her last bits of shit before preparing to stand up
and leave the funnel. The creamy brown waste slid well like a liquid into
my mouth. I was feeling sick already. Just as I hoped Tyra would finish
soon, Osa expressed her wish to "use" me, which gave me more disappointment
as I have to swallow more waste.

Tyra walked away after putting back her thongs and denims and most probably
she took the night watch routine from Osa to give her a chance to go to the
bathroom that was me.

In less than a second Osa was standing over me and peeling off her orange
thongs and squatting over the funnel. The rush with which she took off her
clothes caused a lot of concern for me as, I thought, she felt the urge to
dispose of her waste and consequently would give me a hell of it.

Osa didn't waste much time. She released a deluge of yellow rain that
washed Tyra's brown remains and all of it went down my throat. A brown
piece began to appear from Osa's shit hole. I heard her making sounds from
her mouth as if she was trying to push something hard. A very fat turd
began to get longer into the funnel but nothing of it reached me yet.

Finally, she dropped a big turd that was so thick and nearly 15
centimeters' long but was too big to fit into the funnel hole. Osa
continued dispatching her thick dark brownish cargo into the funnel. Still
nothing of it has reached my mouth.

She did not stop defecating. Although her first turd took time to land into
the funnel, the following thick logs were coming down one after the other
so smoothly that by the time she began to stand up, the funnel was so full
of her feces. She did serve me the "cocktail" she and Tyra thought my
favorite.

"Hahahahha ... .that's a biiiiig meal ... what a lucky boy ... getting all that mommy
sent down ... haahhahaha ... I was extremely generous with you this time, it
appears ... hehehehe ... .let mommy give you a hand," Osa said as she wore her
thongs and denims.

The heavy weight inside the funnel suggested that there was a large amount
of excrement inside. Osa, with that old wicked grin on her face I am always
familiar with, brought some twig and squatted next to my face.

She was pushing her feces in the funnel down my throat with the help of
that twig. Now shit began to slide into my throat in big quantity. Osa set
my swallowing muscles in motion again.

"Oh no. ... How can you expect to get the best of this nourishment while you
just swallow? You have to chew it first, boy, if you want to really enjoy
mommy's special meals ... hehehehe," she said as she continued pushing her
waste down my body with the use of that twig in her right hand.

I was in an indescribable agony and suffering as if I were in hell. I was
feeling so sick from all the waste I was forced to swallow. Actually, the
women did not force me. I had the right to refuse their requests but they
had the prerogative to end my life in seconds as punishment for the mortal
sin of turning down their commands. I could be easily killed and no one
would know about it, I thought to myself. Both options were not very nice,
but at least swallowing their waste would make me stay alive.

On the other hand, I've been thinking that I'll do whatever they'll order
me to do. It was very easy. They just wanted obedience, and obedience I've
shown to the fullest degree. I've never questioned any of Osa's orders. I
always followed what she wanted exactly and accurately. I even serve her
friend, Tyra, with all the loyalty and dedication in the world as long as
Osa wanted that.

These thoughts jumped to my mind while I tried to chew Madam Osa's fecal
mountain as she commanded. It was so hard for me to chew, though, because
the funnel was already inside my mouth and blocking me from chewing.

Gosh! The taste was terribly sour. I thought of all the possible diseases I
could contract as a result of consuming other people's feces.

"Come on, come on ... there is more yet to go here ... haven't got all day to spend
nourishing you, jerk ... chew fast and swallow faster ... come on," Osa growled as
she pushed and pushed. I was distraught as what to exactly do: Should I
open my mouth wide to receive more batches of her shit, or should I swallow
faster, or should I chew to enjoy her "meals"?

She never got bored, though. Osa fed me all that was in the big funnel.
Tyra's cocktail, though no less awful in taste, did not take that long time
to finish.

"Aaaaaah ... I feel so relaxed now ... It's very good what you've done so far,
toilet boy, but you still have to lick that funnel spotlessly clean for
future use. Just lie on your back and hold this funnel with both hands and
lick all the remains inside," Osa commanded.

The two women returned to their watching routines while I lied on my back
licking the funnel as commanded.

"Ok, Osa ... now it's very clear to us when they change guards and how many of
them. This is not bad, but the most important thing is to get information
about the insides of the mansion and this could be known only by any of the
people inside," said Tyra.

"I am beginning to understand what you're driving at ... did you mean we have
to kidnap one of those guards?" wondered Osa.

"Exactly, Osa ... we have to do that. We have to know everything about the
mansion before we step in. Don't worry. I'll go there and take one of
them," Tyra replied.

"It's ok. I understand. But are you sure you don't want me to help?" asked
Osa.

"No, no ... I have to go all by myself," Tyra said, going down a sloping hill
and heading towards the mansion. Osa was still watching.

She put the binoculars down on the ground and sat on a stone.

"Come here, boy, suck and pamper mommy's toes ... oh my feet are so tired," Osa
commanded. Already down on my knees, I crept towards her and took both her
feet in my lap. I was rubbing her feet for nearly 15 minutes when I
suddenly heard footsteps drawing near.

It was Tyra carrying an unconscious man over her right shoulder. She threw
him on the ground violently. He was a short man, a little one compared to
Tyra's huge athletic stature. He was on his back. The throw brought the man
to his senses and he started moving when Tyra stirred him with her right
foot to force him to lie facing the ground. She then rode his back.

"You'll find some rope in the car, boy. Fetch it quickly," she commanded. I
did as told and handed it to her. She tied his hands behind his back and
then tied his legs and made herself comfortable on the man's back and lit
herself a cigarette.

"I hunted this loser so easily ... hehehehe ... it was just a matter of minutes ... I
thought it would be better to have a private talk with him away from the
mansion about the information I need to know ... I think it was a good
idea ... hahaha," Tyra said as she puffed a cloud of smoke in the air.

"Yeah ... you bet it was a good idea ... well ... mmm ... he'd better tell us all we need
to know or else he's going to suffer for a veeeery long time," Osa replied.

The man was unable to move an inch under Tyra's full weight. She snuffed
out her cigarette in the man's nape when he was trying to shake Tyra off
his back. He was about to release an agonized scream when Tyra pushed the
back of his head into the ground with her right foot.

She stood up and stirred his body again to force him on his back. She
rested one foot on his neck.

"Now, I think you better tell us all we need to know about all the assholes
like you, or else I'll force you to drink death sip by sip you'll even wish
to die fast to end the hell I'd give you if you made me angry," Tyra
hissed, pressing her teeth and increasing the pressure of her foot on the
little man's throat.

"Mmmmfff ... bhhha ... ," the man produced suffering sounds as his throat was being
nearly crushed under the sole of her right foot.

She eased the pressure a little to give the man a chance to speak.

"Oh ... aaah ... I can't tell you anything ... I'd rather die," the man struggled to
utter these words.

"Ho ... hohoo ... so, you're a hero then? Well ... .mmmm ... I like heroes!" Tyra said as
she increased the pressure on his throat.

Tyra took her foot off his throat and placed it on his face. She dug her
big toenail deeper and deeper into the fleshy part of his right cheek that
drove the man to scream in agony. She then moved her right big toe, which
had a long firm nail like a knife, and rested it on the man's left eye. The
more she was pressing the man was screaming the louder. She kept driving
her toenail into the man's left eye until something gave in.
Her toenail disappeared into the man's eye and she never stopped the
pressing until all of her toe was already inside.
"Stop your fucking screams. A moron like you could spoil our plans," Osa
said as she came to help by blocking his mouth with the sole of her right
foot. His screams were totally muffled.
Tyra took her toe out and lifted it up a little to pluck the man's eyeball
from her knife-like nail. The man's empty socket was oozing with blood.
"Hehehehehe ... I think your face looks better now without your left
eye ... mmmm ... hehehehe ... gosh! Now let's move to the right to make it even much
better," Tyra said as she was laughing her head out.
At this moment, Osa thought she should take her sole off his mouth to see
his reaction to Tyra's recent proposal.
"Oh no no  ... p.p.please ... .d..don't  ... I'll tell you everything you need to
know ... oh please ... I'll do whatever you want," the man said in a tone that was
a mix of panting, fear and obedience.
"Hahahaha ... where's the hero character you were manifesting ... did I have to
take your fucking eyeball out to force you to speak," Tyra said as she was
still holding the man's eyeball in her right hand. She dropped it on the
ground and crushed it under her right sole.
"Well ... I'm waiting," Tyra hissed.
"Ok ... ok ... .well ... there are two huge guards in two booths at the gate. Usually
one of them is away while the other has to remain in his place. Inside the
lobby of the mansion, there are a large number of Japanese, Chinese and
Thai martial artists. I swear I don't know their exact number but they are
no less than 100, I guess ... th..they are always ready to deal with any
intruders and I hear they are very fine fighters ... in each of the four floors
of the mansion there are also unidentified number of professional fighters,
bodybuilders and guards. I know that the big boss is at the top floor,
which is thronging with huge thugs to guard the boss ... that's all I know,"
the man said.
"Mmmm ... well, sucker! That was valuable information ... but then I don't see any
reason for you to live any longer ... bye, moron!" Tyra hissed as she lifted
her right foot in the air and landed it so violently on the man's
vulnerable throat and in a matter of five seconds a crack was heard as the
man's neck was crushed under her foot's inescapable pressure with two balls
of steel bulging from her calves while she was still steamrolling the man's
larynx.
He was as dead as a dodo.
"Now let's get on with it, Tyra ... we have a lot of work to do tonight ... by
tomorrow morning we have to take the whole mansion under our control," Osa
said.
"Of course ... let's get 'em, gal ... hehehe..." Tyra replied.
Osa instructed me to carry their flip-flops and march behind them.
"Listen ... I'll get inside first to deal with that guard in his booth and then
I'll open the gate to let you in," Osa suggested.
"Well ... ok.." Tyra said as she sat on a rock and ordered me to wash her feet
for her.
Her right foot was all blood. She handed me a bottle of water and then I
started working, washing her right foot and then her left until they were
spotless. I was instructed to dry her feet with my mouth and keep rubbing
them until I am ordered to stop.
In the meantime, Osa was approaching the main gate of the mansion.
"Sorry, but could you please help me out here," she shouted to a guard who
was standing just outside his booth very close to the gate.

He drew nearer to see Osa lying on the ground pretending to have a muscle
cramp in her right thigh.

"I was heading to a camp of my friends I was told near this spot but it
seems I got lost and got tired of walking until my thigh cramped," she said
in a mellow tone that touched the guard's heart.

The unsuspecting guard thought it was ok after all to help a cramped woman.

"Well, lady ... I think I can take you inside to give you some massage
treatment for this cramp ... c'mon in ... lean on me," the guard replied so
politely.

He helped Osa stand and had her left arm leaning on his left shoulder and
his right hand was holding her on to her waist.

"Oh ... uh-oh ... I am totally unable to move ... sorry, but is it too much asking you
to carry me?" she said in a very womanish dallying tone of voice that left
the man no space to reconsider the request.

"Ah ... of course, Mme ... I'll give it a try," he said, changing direction to
carry the heavy Osa in his arms but the slim man could not do it.

"Oh ... I have a better idea ... is it possible to lift me over your shoulder? ... I
mean get your head in between my thighs and just go up ... .oh I am really
sorry again to cause you any trouble," she said in the same tone.

"No problem, Mme ... with all pleasure," he said.

"Thank you. You're a very nice gentleman," she said coquettishly.

The man inserted his head between Osa's magnificent thighs and tried to go
up several times but could not do it either.

"Oh ... what a fucking moron you are! You can't carry me, you can't give me a
shoulder ride inside ... what good are you, worthless worm? You don't deserve
to live," Osa said, radically changing her feigned womanish tone into a
growl as she started pressing both thighs around the poor man's neck.

He pried her massive muscled thighs that were crushing his neck flat in an
attempt to escape the hold but the poor fellow was never introduced to the
fact that these python-like thighs are inescapable.

"See you in hell, motherfucker!" Osa snarled as she applied a final squeeze
on his neck that totally denied the slightest amount of air to his brain.
He gave his final suffocation sounds and died on the spot.

Osa, realizing there was no resistance at all on the man's part, opened her
legs wide and the man fell on the ground facedown. She stood on his back
with both feet to see if there were any signs of life in this corpse,
turning around to give Tyra a signal to come along.

Tyra advanced. I followed in the back carrying their flip-flops. They
carried the dead man away from the gate and threw him nearby in a spot that
he should not be seen.

Tyra and Osa both entered the gate. Tyra and I hid in some bushes inside
while Osa entered the sentry box and sat there. I was so scared. A few
minutes later, the second guard appeared. He stood at the booth expecting
to find his now-dead colleague but only found Osa.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asked.

"I got lost in this area and a man helped me inside this booth and went
away to fetch something but not back yet ... I have a muscle cramp in my thigh
here and he promised to give me a massage treatment," Osa returned to her
previously coquettish tone again.

"Oh ... I know that stupid son of a bitch! He should have said where he was
going ... well ... lady ... let me help you here ... I have some massage knowledge," the
man said, kneeling before Osa, who stretched her right leg.

He started rubbing Osa's calf when she told him she has a better idea that
would give "guaranteed results".

"Listen, pal ... it happened to me before and I know just the cure but I need
your help ... just don't ask what I am doing, but I'd be very grateful to you
if you just lend me your right cheek to rest my aching foot on ... I need to
stretch my leg but forcefully ... don't worry pal ... it's just one second and
it'll be all over ... you'll never know what exactly has happened, I promise,"
Osa said.

"Of course, lady ... but this is just a weird style for me about healing
cramps ... but it's ok ... whatever makes you feel all right," the man replied,
looking in the left direction to give Osa his right cheek.

"Oh thank you so much ... you were of great help and so cooperative to make
things so easier for me ... I promise I'll never forget your help," Osa said,
placing the sole of her right foot on the man's right cheek and that of her
left on his right shoulder.

A couple of seconds later, Osa pushed the man from his right cheek with her
right foot so violently and forcefully that his neck snapped just like
that. He fell on the ground facedown so dead.

"Oooh ... I think my cramp is healed now ... didn't I tell you that you'll never
know what happened? Hehehehehe ... ."

Osa emerged from the booth and signaled Tyra to come and me to follow.

"Those people are very nice and cooperative ... they just make our mission so
easy ... hehehehehe," Osa jibed.

"Yeah ... it seems we're going to have so much fun here, Osa," Tyra replied.

The two women advanced towards the building. Nothing so far seemed to stop
them.

They came to a door that was wide open and entered a very spacious
reception. I was at their backs. There was no single creature there. A
couple of minutes later, a noisy siren wailed and the rushing of many
footsteps could be heard so clearly. The two women froze in their place.

In a few seconds there were so many men that I was not able to count. They
all seemed of Asian descent and were all clad in white karate attire. They
formed a big circle around the two women as I managed to step aside as soon
as I heard their footsteps.

Tyra and Osa stood back to back exploring their opponents and both were
sporting a smile of contempt on their faces.

One man approached Tyra. Before raising his right hand to aim a punch at
her face, he received a strong kick in the stomach that forced him to bow
down. Tyra swept the aching man off the floor with her left foot so
strongly that he landed violently on his back. He was unable to find out
what's going on until the sole of Tyra's right foot was in the air to crush
his windpipe. With only one crushing kick to his throat the man died
instantly under the deadly pressure of the woman's right sole.

The men looked in awe as their fellow died in less than 10 seconds and did
not have much of a chance in combat with Tyra.

Another one tried Osa. He was getting nearer and nearer. Osa waited until
he became within her legs' airspace. She delivered a horrible right kick to
the face that sent the man rolling back on the floor in pain. He stood up
quickly getting rid of the kick's impact and this time rushed faster in her
direction only to receive another kick to the face from her left foot.

He rose again quickly and dashed in anger in her direction only to get a
right kick in his midsection. He bent down before Osa who rose her right
leg in the air and landed it strongly on the man's nape. He fell on his
knees and leaned on the floor with his hands for support. A couple of
seconds later, the man found his neck trapped between a pair of massive
muscled calves that were strangling him.

She was augmenting the pressure on his neck. He was struggling to free his
neck from the lethal hold but failed. His face turned purple and died
between the woman's legs. She was not even looking at her dying prey. She
was staring so brazenly in the men's faces as she was killing the man with
a cynical wicked grin on her face.

Feeling no more resistance on the part of the man between her legs, she
opened them wide and the man's dead face hit the floor with a strong sound.

"C'mon, fellas! Who's next ... I haven't got all day and it would take much
time to kill all of you ... hehehe!" Osa said as she rested her right foot on
the back of the head of the dead man under her.

The two brief deadly encounters introduced the women so well to the Asian
martial artists and sent a message of warning to learn who they were
facing.

"Ok, guys ... it's not fair ... you're many and we're just two ... we're not asking for
much ... just let the combats be one on one ... I'll start it ... c'mon, who wants to
die? Hehehe," Tyra suggested.

Osa moved her right foot off the her victim's head and stepped aside while
Tyra assumed the combat position. A man emerged to fight her.

Tyra's opponent was much shorter than her. He jumped in the air to aim a
flying kick to her face. Unfortunately for the man, Tyra's long leg was
dangling in the air aiming for the man's exposed balls between his open
legs. The man's balls landed on her strong sole. He fell on his back on the
floor in pain. She didn't waste much time. She flew in the air with a
horrible shout and bent legs and landed her knee right on the man's throat,
cracking his windpipe and sending him to the world of the dead.

She stepped aside and Osa emerged for her turn. An opponent rushed towards
her. She made good use of his rushing as she did a somersault and caught
the man between her legs and forced him down on the floor.

The man's neck was trapped between Osa's meaty strong calves like a pair of
pythons. He tried to break free and escape the hold as Osa was augmenting
the pressure on his neck. She squeezed and squeezed until the resistance of
the man between her killer legs grew fainter and fainter. She applied one
last squeeze that brought the man's face to turn purple. He produced faint
hissing sounds and died.

She released her neck-scissor hold, stood up and made way for Tyra with
that same curled lips in despise haunting her face. Another man emerged to
try his luck with her. He produced a roundhouse kick to Tyra's face but she
ducked it and kicked the man strongly in his balls. He retreated in pain.
She advanced towards him and punched him in the face, followed by a lethal
kick in his balls again and another knee kick in the face as he bent down.
The man managed to hold Tyra's neck with both hands and tried to strangle
her, but she punched him strongly in his midsection, forcing him to bend
down again.

Tyra then released a strong kick from her right leg right into the man's
stomach. The kick was so violent that her opponent flew in the air and
landed facedown. She took hold of both his hands in hers as he was looking
up to her from the floor in total pain. She raised his upper half a bit
from the floor and rested her right sole on his left shoulder. The man's
hands were held by Tyra's strongly while she kept pushing and pushing his
left shoulder backwards with her right leg. The man's upper half of body
was in the right angle in mathematical terms. He was shouting in pain but
she didn't stop. She pushed and pushed his upper half backwards until a
loud crack was heard and the man died. Apparently, the man could not stand
the pressure on his spine, which broke from this deadly move.

The men were standing in awe and began to fidget and cringe from these two
death machines. In the beginning, they were more than willing to fight
these two women but now it was obvious for everyone that all the men
avoided any encounters with them.

One of the men finally mustered his courage and emerged to fight Osa, who
was just standing in wait for a challenger.

The man was going in circles around Osa and calculating the spaces between
him and the woman. She just waited for his first move. He rushed towards
her but went back with a bleeding nose as Osa aimed a roundhouse right-leg
kick to the man's face. He tried again but only to receive a strong left
kick to his groin that forced him to bend down, which was Osa's favorite
position. She rushed a couple of steps towards the bending man and jumped
in the air to trap his head between her standing thighs in a reverse
position.

She pressed her steel thighs against his head strongly. Osa then left his
body off the floor. His legs were free in the air upwards while his head is
still trapped between these mighty thighs. Osa then jumped in the air and
landed on her buttocks with the man's head between her legs. The man's top
of head landed so strongly on the floor in a tombstone piledriver move. She
released him.

The man stood up in amazing quickness but a couple of seconds later he fell
down as he was ultra dizzy and apparently could not see anything from Osa's
latest move. He was more like dead drunk. As the man was lying down on his
back, Osa marched with an air of confidence and curled lips in a
contemptuous expression haunting her face.

She sat down on the floor just behind the dizzy man, grabbed his hair with
both hands and placed his aching head right between her strong bulging
calves.

"Remember what I once told you, Tyra, about my wish to crush a man's skull
between my calves? I've tried it with watermelons and they just broke in a
second. I don't think this idiot's head should be any different from
watermelons ... hehehe," said Osa as she was applying strong pressure on her
captor's head.

"Yeah, Osa ... everything has a first time ... I think this is a good chance to
find out ... hehehe," Tyra replied with a laugh.

"Yeah ... let me give it a try ... hehe ... I bet he doesn't know what's exactly going
on ... hehehe," Osa said.

Osa was augmenting the pressure gradually on the man's head. The scene was
a very horrible one. I've never seen such a pair of strong calves in my
life. They were bulging into some kind of small balls wrapped around the
man's head. His face was all red as a beetroot and was nothing but screams.

The woman's pressure was increasing and increasing, never toning down. The
man's screams were getting louder and louder as the pressure on his head
was growing more intensive. Everyone was watching in awe and waiting to see
whether this woman could break a man's skull between her calves. The man's
face was changing color from red to blue as his screams never stopped. Osa
pressed her teeth together and a formidable expression was very clear on
her face. She was more like a beast, a lioness that was catching an
antelope from the neck so savagely. Osa's calf pressure was never
relentless and all of a sudden a horrible crack was heard. After all that
pressure on her opponent's skull, something finally gave in between the
woman's calves. She did it. She really broke the man's skull between her
lethal calves, but still she did not ease the pressure although the man
between her legs was a lifeless corpse as blood went down profusely from
his nostrils. More cracks were heard. I just wondered what she still wanted
to do after all the damage she did to the man's head. May be she wanted to
crush the man's head flat.

Tyra was shouting in ecstasy.

"Hoooray! Way to go, girl!" she hailed.

Osa finally released her fatal leg scissors and stood up, resting her right
foot on the man's mashed head in a victory pose as she was looking down on
her victim with an expression of despise on her face.

"That son of a bitch's stupid skull took me a long time to crush, but I'll
try to make it shorter next times ... hehehehe," Osa said, looking over her
shoulder at Tyra.

"Yeah, Osa ... he must had dry shit for brains ... this stupid fucker just deserved
his fate," Tyra replied, advancing a couple of steps while Osa was making
way for her friend.

The man was lying down dead while blood was still running from his nose.
His broken skull bones must have torn his brain apart. That recent
merciless death had impressed all the men standing around that fear was so
obviously haunting their faces.

Tyra was standing ready for the combat but no one made any initiatives.

"C'mon worms! I haven't got all day ... Who's next? Who wants to die," she
hissed in fury. No one answered her call.

The men were arguing with one another in some Chinese or Japanese, after
which a challenger emerged. He approached Tyra so slowly but apparently
miscalculated her deadly legs' airspace. She produced one of the most
dangerous roundhouse kicks I've ever seen in my life. The man fell down
dead in a second. Her right sole landed so forcefully on his right cheek in
a scary foot slap that made a heinous sound with a crack as his neck broke
from the kick.

"Hehehe ... it did not take three seconds to finish him off so easily ... he must
be wondering in the other world what has exactly happened ... hahahaha," Tyra
said, making way for Osa's turn.

"Yes, Tyra ... hehehe ... didn't I tell you we're going to have so much fun?" Osa
replied.

The men became so certain that the two women can deliver death so easily
and that none of them was no way any match for any of those two female grim
reapers.

Osa was stood there arms akimbo waiting for any challenger but no one was
willing to risk his life as death became a certain end for any man dares
fight these women. The massacre Osa and Tyra had made really struck fear
into the men's hearts as bodies scattered the floor here and there.

Osa was amusing herself by walking on the dead bodies lying everywhere
until a challenger emerges. No one dared do so.

"Well, morons! I'll count to 10 ... if no challenger appears, I'll take that
for surrender," Osa addressed the men as she walked closer to the nearly
ninety something of them. As she was drawing nearer, all the men were
stepping back in fear.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ... aaaaand ten ... ok ... well,
boys! So you surrender? No problem with that ... but then I have to dictate my
conditions for surrender ... all of you keel down in submission ... if I see any of
you still standing and not kneeling before me, I'll take those standing as
potential challengers and hence I have to fight them," Osa shouted at the
men.

Fear was very obvious in the faces of the men. Perhaps they finally found
out after the massacre and bloody mess caused by these two women right
before their eyes to see that there would be no use fighting otherwise they
will have to run the risk of: their lives.

"Kneel down, all of you! now!" shouted Osa with a horrible growl like that
of a she-wolf.

All the men obeyed the order in submission except one man who went down on
his knees about four seconds after everyone else did.

"Well ... ok ... very good!" Osa said, approaching the last man who knelt down.

She grabbed him by the hair and threw him off away on the floor. He lied
still on his back.

"I think you're going to pay dearly, shit-head, for your hesitation ... You
just screwed up the total submission I wanted ... and this is a serious crime
in my constitution," Osa growled at the man in extreme anger. She jumped
high in the air and landed her buttocks right on the man's face. The impact
was very noisy and painful. The man's scream was muffled by Osa's ass. She
sat on his face full weight. He struggled to get her off but she would not
move an inch. Osa was having her own struggle too keeping her self balanced
over the man's face. It was like the game of rodeo except that death was at
higher stakes.

After nearly four minutes of violent struggling from both Osa and the man
under her - the man was struggling keep his life while Osa was struggling
to take it, resistance on the part of the man grew fainter and fainter
until he lied there motionless.

She moved away and stood up. She took a victory pose, laying her right foot
over the man's dead face.
"This should be the punishment for any flaws in the form of submission I
want. Ok, now ... since you have all knelt down, I'll need each one of you to
show more and more diligence to keep us fine ladies satisfied. Each one of
you will crawl like worms and kiss all our feet; a kiss on each feet," she
ordered.

Osa stood next to Tyra smiling to one another in triumph about the results
as the first man crawled to show humble obedience. He started with Osa. He
planted a kiss on each foot and moved next and did the same with Tyra's and
then crawled back to his place. Another man followed, and then another and
another until exactly 93 men all kissed the two women's feet.

"All right then! That's a very good start, boys ... just keep in mind that as
long as you show utmost loyalty to us and honest service, you'll stay
alive, otherwise you know what," Tyra said.

"And now, we need to keep you inside that spacious room as prisoners until
we finish with all the morons in this building ... come on, come on!" Osa
commanded, heading towards a room with an open door and standing there.

"Now, crawl like the little worms you are into this room one by one," she
ordered.

All the men one by one crawled into the room and followed the instructions
of their captors from A to Z. She then closed the door with a key and the
ladies then marched over the dead bodies of their victims and headed to a
staircase, going up to the next floor.

As they reached the next floor, 12 tall huge men with bodies of steel,
definitely bodybuilders with massive muscles, were already waiting. The two
ladies marched at ease to face the men, examining them with curled lips and
contemptuous looks as if to send a message to these men that they were not
impressed by their muscles.

"So, it was just the two of you that made that mess down there ... actually,
your trip ends here on this floor, ladies. Prepare to meet your
ends ... hahahaha," one of the men laughed, taking a few steps in the women's
direction.

"So, you think you're tough enough, huh? well ... after I finish with you, you
will definitely have much time to contemplate in your grave about what
happened to you and you'll meet many fools like you who thought they can
finish me. Unfortunately, they must have been regretting the day they saw
me," Tyra growled, taking the combat position.

The man, who was only wearing a tight jeans and nothing to cover his upper
half, was close enough to aim a strong punch at Tyra's face but she ducked
it so effortlessly. She stepped near a wall and had her back against it.
The brawny monster tried his luck with a second punch but Tyra ducked
again. His hand hit the wall so powerfully.

He tried for the third time but this time Tyra didn't duck. She caught his
right hand into her left and punched him strongly in his rib, following it
with another one and then a kick to his chest that sent him strongly on his
back on the floor.

"What happened, big boy! How could a woman hit you like that? Hehehe," Tyra
teased, with the same contemptuous look on her face boiling red with anger.

The man stood up and ran in Tyra's direction but her left foot was quicker
than his heavy body. She received the rushing man's face with a strong kick
that stopped him in place. She then dealt his face a roundhouse kick with
her right leg that brought the man down on the floor again.

"Aha ... hehehe ... this is the second time ... I think you're not good enough as you
claim. I tell you I hate liars. Death would be a fine punishment for
lying," she teased again. Her face was still red.

The man stood up again and ran in Tyra's direction. This time his move was
quicker than hers. He held her neck with both hands and began to squeeze.
Tyra kneed him hard in his balls and freed herself from the hold. He bent
down. She rose up in the air and landed her elbow so powerfully on his bent
back, forcing him on his knees. She didn't waste much time. The man's face
was in her right knee's airspace. She kicked him hard in the face and he
landed for the third time on his back on the floor near her.

She jumped high over the man and landed her right knee on his face and took
a few steps back. The man's face was all in blood after these three or four
relentless kicks to the face.

The man was examining his losses on the floor and was unable to get up for
a few seconds. "You're fucking dead, bitch!" he growled.

"Good. I love zeal in fighting, but I hate to be called bitch. Your end is
drawing near, bastard," Tyra growled back.

The man stood up but did not make any fresh moves. Tyra made an initiative.
She stepped close to the man. She produced a roundhouse kick to his face.
He received it all but didn't move. She followed it with another roundhouse
with her right, then a third and fourth and last. The man was just waiting
for the chance to make his right move and catch her body between his hands.
Tyra was very smart enough to avoid close contact with a man with huge
muscles as those. She was just kicking his face but was keen to have a safe
space.

She kicked him in his stomach. He bent a little but only to be straightened
up with a right leg kick to the face.

"Ah ... I think you make a very nice punching bag ... I am having a good
time ... hehehe," she said, still working both her feet to his face and body
quite superbly. He waited for the chance to leap on the lethal woman but
this chance never came.

Tyra took a few steps back to see the results of her work. The man took a
few steps in her direction but he was staggering awkwardly from the myriad
kicks he received from the deadly woman's legs. Suddenly, he dashed like
crazy to catch her but her quick left foot saved her from his attempt. His
face received yet another kick. It was so strong that he staggered back.
The man was growing quickly dizzy from the kicks that he failed to keep his
balance and feel hard on his back. Tyra waited for a few seconds but the
man did not make any initiative to stand up on his two feet again.
Apparently, he was watching stars and had blurry vision.

Tyra took a couple of slow steps with an air of extreme confidence about
her. She was wearing the face of a relentless murderer as she moved in for
the kill.

"I don't know but could you kindly say hi to the dozens of people I sent to
the other world?" Tyra said as she raised her right foot high in the air
and landed her heel so powerfully on the man's throat. A lot of blood
gushed from his mouth as the woman's merciless heel kick crushed his
windpipe. The man produced some suffocation sounds and died instantly under
the pressure of Tyra's foot. She took her foot from his throat and placed
it over his dead face in a victory pose.

"We're going to crush you all like bugs under our feet, suckers! Who's
next?" Tyra growled at the huge men watching that carnage in awe and
amazement with obvious growing fears and concerns haunting their faces. She
was more like a lioness showing her lethal fangs to a group of hyenas.

She stepped aside for Osa's turn. She stood more than ready for a potential
rival with the same air of confidence as stood with arms akimbo. One man
ventured out of the line to fight Osa. He was stepping ahead but slowly and
very cautiously. Osa was standing still waiting for his move.

He aimed a kick from his right leg but Osa caught it with both hands and
swept his left leg off the ground with a kick from her right leg. He fell
violently on his back. Osa wanted to finish her job quickly. She did not
wait for him to stand up as she jumped in the air and landed her buttocks
over his face while he was just beginning to rise. His head hit the floor
strongly. Osa rose and stepped back in extreme agility, waiting for another
encounter.

This time the man, whose face was red with anger, dashed in Osa's direction
without having clear plans about what he's going to do. Osa made good use
of his dash. She swung her right leg in the air and gave the man's dashing
face fatal roundhouse kick, and followed it with a second one and then a
strong kick in his groin that brought her opponent on his knees. She leaned
her right hand on the wall behind her and slapped the man's left cheek with
the sole of her right foot. She slapped him again with the sole of the same
foot but this time on his right cheek.

"Oh ... I like that ... hehehe," she said with a little grin on her face, deriving
pleasure from kicking the man's face like a toy with her foot.

She kept slapping him with her foot very quickly to and fro for nearly five
minutes. She stopped to survey the results. The man was so dizzy from the
non-stop violent face-kicking. She finally swung her right foot in the air
and produced a horrible shout that rocked the floor and landed her sole to
hit the man's right cheek. The kick was so strong that it tilted the man's
head to the extreme left direction. A snap was clearly heard from the man's
neck and he fell down. Osa was surveying the lifeless man's face with her
foot as she wore curled lips in contempt. She spat on his face as a sign of
unquestionable domination over any possible challenger.
Osa and Tyra did really strike fear in the hearts of the 10 huge men left.
Watching two of huge muscled fellows destroyed that easy forced the men to
take those two killing machines very seriously. Osa stepped aside to make
way for Tyra's next potential challenge.

Tyra stepped ahead crossing her hands in anticipation as if she were fierce
lioness lurking for a new prey. The men were apparently hesitant, but one
man eventually emerged to fight Tyra.

"Aaaah ... at last! Another toy!" Tyra grinned but quickly wore her
contemptuous curled lips for the challenger.

He aimed a punch with his right hand but Tyra held his arm with both hands.
She then turned her back with the arm still in her hands. She placed the
arm over her right shoulder and pushed down strongly. The man's right arm
snapped and a fracturing sound was heard clearly, followed by a loud scream
of pain from the man and wicked laugh from Tyra.

Tyra's challenger took a few steps back with one of his two arms totally
neutralized. He was still screaming in pain. Tyra stood with arms akimbo
and laughing her head off in joy. The man did not make any new initiatives.
He just stood there surveying his broken arm, which, apparently, was
fractured at the elbow.

The man's face grew red with anger and made a dash towards Tyra but she did
not look concerned at all I could tell from the cold look on her face. He
raised his left hand to hit her in the head but she just did the same thing
she has done a while ago to his right arm. He was in terrible pain and was
all screams.

"Gosh! Your screams are too loud ... I hate that ... can't you just die in peace
without giving me a headache?" Tyra teased.

Now the man's two arms are entirely dead. He was standing in awe and seemed
obviously helpless. Tyra walked in his direction. He was stepping back in
fear. He tried to use his leg but Tyra's was faster. She kicked him in the
balls, bringing him down on his knees. The man was like one without arms.
Tyra gave him a roundhouse kick in the face. He fell on his back.

"Aaaah ... I think your death should be easy now. It's a good chance to explore
the powers of my heels whether they can break skulls ... hehehehehe ... and I don't
have to worry about resistance on the part of your pathetic arms ... I don't
want interruptions ... I'll crush you like a fucking bug under my foot," Tyra
growled.

She stood right next to his head on the floor. She raised her right leg and
landed her bare heel on his forehead strongly. The man was all screams each
time Tyra's foot hit his forehead. For nearly six minutes, Tyra did not
stop her stomping torture on the man's head until a crack was heard. She
did it. She broke the man's skull. He screamed no more. She did not stop,
though.

She stomped and stomped and more and more cracks were heard. The man, who
was bleeding profusely from the mouth and nose, ended in a very merciless
death. She really crushed him like a bug as she promised earlier.

"Oh ... that's really good ... one should explore their strengths from time to
time ... I'll try my left heel later on," she said, resting her right foot on
her victim's crushed head.

Osa clapped her hands in admiration. "Right, Tyra ... this asshole's head must
be crushed anyway ... .hehehehehe ... .he was after all a shit for brains as to
think he can overpower us ... you just did the right thing," she hailed.

"Thanks, Osa ... now it's your turn to destroy another moron," Tyra replied,
moving back to clear the fighting space for Osa, who took a couple of steps
forward.

None of the men wanted to challenge Osa. They were arguing with one
another. Osa just stood there watching and smiling in extreme confidence.

"Come on, suckers! I want another challenger. I need to kill someone now ... I
haven't got all day," she shouted, but no challenger emerged.

A huge white muscled man was finally pushed by his fellows to fight Osa.
She waited for his move but he didn't seem to initiate any.

Osa, waiting for a long time, stepped in his direction to begin the clash
but just as she was about to raise her right leg to kick him in the face,
the man went down on his knees.

"Please, l-lady. I don't want t-to die. I s-surrender to you. Please d-
don't kill me ... I'd do anything for you to forgive me ... pleeeease.." the
kneeling man beseeched.

"Aaa-ha ... so you give in ... mmm ...  ok ... no problem ... don't be that scared ... I won't hurt
you ... I'll spare you ... may be you can be of service or some benefit to me in
one way or another ... but first show appreciation to your superior being ... lie
like a worm and kiss my feet until I order you to stop," Osa commanded.

The man crawled on the floor and deluged Osa's two feet with kisses in
total unquestionable submission. An air of triumph was obvious on her face
as a much larger man than she was begging her to keep him alive.

"OK, worm! That's enough! Crawl there and lie still until we finish with
your fellow morons," she ordered and the man just did as he was told.

Two men then emerged and went down on their knees before Osa asking for
forgiveness.

"Hehehehehe ... .ok, ok, assholes! You know the standard procedures for
surrendering ... but just don't forget the feet of your other supreme being,
Mistress Tyra ... "

A fourth man surrendered and then a fifth and a sixth until all nine huge
men were lying on the floor face down in submission and capitulation for
the two death angels.

Tyra and Osa were laughing their heads off as they were marching on the
backs of the surrendering men, pleasing themselves.

"I think we have to tie these captives. I'll go search for ropes in these
rooms," Tyra said. She came back a few minutes later with ropes. The two
women tied the men's hands from the back. Tyra did not tie the hands of one
black huge man.

"Oh ... why did you leave that one?" asked Osa.

"I think I'll use him as my pony. I am really tired and can't climb up any
more stairs. I prefer black horses so this one would just be fine," Tyra
replied.

"Mmmmm ... seems a nice idea! I am tired myself. Ok, let me pick one for myself
too ... mmmm ... yeah, that one looks so fine to carry me," Osa said, untying a
blonde huge man.

The women tied all the seven men left after picking two human horses. Their
captives had their hands tied from the back so tightly. Their feet were
tied too ... 

Tyra and Osa ordered their giant horses to bend their backs, which they
did. They climbed on their backs like professional equestriennes. The
weight of the two ladies was no problem for these large bodybuilders. They
were ordered to stick their hands out so the ladies rest their feet.

"Ok, morons ... we're going up for some more life-taking ... we expect to find you
in the same positions we're leaving you in now when we return to you ... of
course you don't need to know that any attempts for escaping would be
punishable by cruel death," Tyra shouted, striking her human pony on the
nape and ordered him to go up the stairs. Osa did the same. The two women
went to the next floor.

They reached the next floor but no one seemed to be there. They just
remained in place on their captives' bent backs and chatted together and
exchanged laughs about how easy this mission is for both of them. They were
amusing themselves and laughing their heads off as if they have not just
committed a ruthless carnage in this mansion.

A few minutes passed and then six huge men with knives appeared. They were
huge but less in stature than the bodybuilders on the floor below. The two
women dismantled and ordered their horses to lie face down at one end of
the floor, which they meekly did.

"So, it's the two of you who did all that mess. Actually, you should not
have been here in the first place if we had real men down there," one of
the men cried.

"Hahaha ... the huge men in the floor below also thought that and eventually
they ended up as you see: good, obedient and more respected beings.
Unfortunately, I've already decided about your fate, fucker. You're not
worthy of being a servant of mine but I'll tell ya ... I promise you that this
knife you have in your hand will scalp your head. You know why? Because I
am going to piss right inside your moron brains if you have any. In other
words, this stupid head of yours will be my toilet in a few minutes, and of
course you would be still alive then to prove to you that I keep my
promises, because if you died before that you wouldn't have known whether I
kept my word or not," Tyra growled, with face as red from anger as a
beetroot.

The man's face grew red with anger himself from Tyra's defiant ultra-
confident tone. He rushed in her direction brandishing his knife aiming for
her neck. She gracefully and confidently ducked the move only to punch him
very hard with her left hand right into his right ribs and followed it in a
flash with a very strong right punch in his face, causing the assailant to
stagger back totally unbalanced.

He shook his head away from Tyra's strong punch and got up on his feet to
attack again but this time he was more cautious. He approached her and was
surveying the space to try to reach her body with his knife. He took one
step forward only when Tyra was already taking two and produced a lethal
roundhouse kick with her right leg to his face, sending him in the air to
land forcefully on his back.

He stood again and ran towards her but her left leg was already in its way
to dive into his balls. He doubled from the kick right in front of her. She
kneed him very hard in the face, straightening him up and then kicked him
in the balls again, causing severe pain to the man who stooped again before
her as if he bowing in respect but it was actually from excruciating agony.
Tyra then ended her series of kicks with her deadly legs by raising her
right leg high and landing it so cruelly on the man's exposed nape, forcing
him to fall face down at her feet. She took a couple of steps back crossing
her hands and waiting for him to get up and attack again.

The knife in the man's hand was never put to use during that encounter. So
far, he did not have an ounce of chance to use it. The man was crying in
agonizing pain on the floor. He managed to stand on his feet so awkwardly.
He looked at Tyra who was sporting a smile mixed with a look of contempt on
her face. All the man's fellows were looking in awe over Tyra's matchless
skills and impossible fatal kicks.

"A-ha ... so finally you're on your feet again. I waited so long, asshole ... but
it's all right ... come on, give it another attempt, macho man ... hahaha," Tyra
teased.

The nearly fainting assailant was stepping awkwardly in Tyra's direction.
She was crouching like a lioness in his direction too, dangling her right
leg and pointing her toes as she was a ballet dancer. In a flash of a
second she kicked him in the face aiming her pointed long toenails and
became as if they were her own knife. When Tyra's foot landed back on the
floor, the assailant's right eye was a fountain of blood. He screamed in
pain. Tyra shredded his eyeball inside its socket with her sharp weapon-
like pointed toenails.

"Aaaaah ... .my eye! My eye!" the man screamed as he threw his never-used knife
away to survey the damage done to his eye.

"Hahahaha ... .I don't think you would need two eyes to watch what I am going
to do to you ... one eye is just enough, I guess ... hahaha," Tyra said, laughing
her head off at her opponent's ordeal.

Tyra was rushing in for the kill to end this bloody massacre. She kicked
the man's midsection with her right leg. Doubling over, the man showed no
resistance at all; perhaps he had any resistance no more. She landed a
strong left kick on his doubled nape again, forcing him face down at her
feet. She rolled his body over with her right foot. She raised her right
foot over his face and trampled his bloody face. She did it several times,
raising her right foot and landing it forcefully on his face for about 10
minutes.

"Oh ... that was easy ... you've been a nice toy to play with, sucker ... now I'll
fulfill what I have promised you ... I am a woman who likes to keep her
promises ... hehehe," Tyra said, grabbing the almost-dead man and seated him
with his back next to a wall. She took the knife from the floor and
squatted over the man. She grabbed his hair with her left hand and with her
right started to make a small circle cut two times the size of a coin. She
was focusing as if she were conducting a surgery on a patient in the
operation theater.

She managed to pluck a piece of his scalp. His brain became disclosed to
her.

"Eeeeech! Exactly as I reckoned, not much of a brain ... hehehe," gibed Tyra,
bringing her face closer to the hole she made in the man's head. She hemmed
several times and spat a phlegmatic saliva right into the hole.

She then stood on her feet and took her panties down and squatted her hole
right over the man's head. Tyra's golden nectar started to flow over the
man's head. She squirted back and forth to aim her urine right into the
hole in the man's head. Her urine water gushed and made sounds as it landed
inside the hole. Tyra's urine inside the hole in the man's head was
overflowing on his face. Mixed with the overflowing urine were blood and
small bits of his brain.

The man has ended up in a very cruel death that he never thought would
meet.

"Hehehehehe ... .this asshole's head makes a perfect urinal to receive my
water ... I believe it is fit for nothing else ... ooooh ... I wish he lived a little
bit longer to get my shit too ... hehehehe ... but it's all right, I am going to
find myself another stupid head to defecate into ... and luckily this place is
full with many stupid guys ... anyway, it's your turn, Osa, to end yet some
fucker's life ... hehehehe," Tyra said as she was shaking her body to dispose
of the last drops inside her bladder into the dead man's hole.

"Please finish what you're doing, Tyra ... I began to grow tedious of killing ... I
just want to relax for a while," replied Osa, who was sitting on the back
of her horse in the all-fours position and having Tyra's pampering her toes
in his mouth.

"Hahahah ... it's ok, dear ... I am not tedious yet ... I really enjoy what I am doing.
You just relax and I'll finish it all," Tyra said as she was putting on her
panties back.

The five men left were still watching in awe as if they just do not believe
what they have watched with their own eyes. Not only their fellow was
killed but also he was extremely humiliated.

"Ok, guys ... who's next? Come on, I won't bite you ... hehehe ... " Tyra invited her
opponents. None of them wanted to go for it. They just stood like statues
with their knives in their hands.

"Oh come on, please don't consider surrender. I've got a nice appetite for
breaking someone's head or neck ... come on, guys ... "

No one moved an inch.

"Well ... ok ... I think watching your friend dying this way gave you the creeps
about me ... hehehehe ... .ah ... yeah ... well ... you're right, babies ... I can give the creeps
to anyone, that's for sure ... your fellow was a jackass anyway ... perhaps the
dozens of people I had sent to the hereafter are now joking about him and
saying 'this is the fool who wanted to kill Mistress Tyra' ... hehehe ... ok now,
who wants to catch up with his friend now in the death world? Come on,
where is loyalty to friends?" Tyra teased, trying to start a fight.

Still no one moved.

"Oh ... what happened to you? Did you look at Medusa's eyes and turned into
stones?...mmmm ... ok, may be you're beginning to get rational? I'll tell ya ... if
I were any of you and watched those two very huge men serving Mistress Osa
there with all the dedication and loyalty in the world that one of them is
serving as a piece of furniture for her to sit on and the other is cleaning
her toejam with his tongue, honestly I would think twice about challenging
the beings that broke those two monsters into that servile condition you're
watching now," she said.

The men fidgeted in their places with extreme fear.

"Ok, then ... well ... it seems you're extremely inclined to surrender ... ok I don't
mind with that ... just drop your fucking useless knives and kneel before me
all five of you," Tyra growled.

All the men dropped their knives as if they were waiting to hear Tyra's
invitation for surrender. They all went down on their knees in front of her
standing posture.

"Ok, now all of you faces at feet and deluge them with kisses of repentance
for your mortal sin of thinking you could overpower me," she ordered.

All the men so meekly were already kissing Tyra's two feet like crazy in
total unquestionable submission.

"Hahahahaha ... .ooooooh ... yeah ... a bunch of suckers, that's what you are! Why
didn't you do that from the start? Did I have to demonstrate what I did
demonstrate in order to introduce myself?" she said, lowering her upper
part and grabbing one of the men kissing her feet by the hair and raising
his face to hers.
"Tell me, sucker, is there anyone else on this damn floor?" she asked.

"N-no ... ma'am ... there's n-no one else as f-far as I kn-now," the horrified man
replied.

She spat in his face and brought his head back to her feet.

"Ok, assholes ... you can consider what I am telling you now as a
constitutional oath. Just repeat after me 'we repent our grave sin and we
pledge unsuspected loyalty to Mistress Tyra and Mistress Osa'. Come on, say
it," she growled like a lioness.

"We repent our grave sin and we pledge unsuspected loyalty to Mistress Tyra
and Mistress Osa," the men said almost in unison.

"Hahahahaha ... oh Tyra, you're a devil! But a sweet one of course ... .hahahaha,"
Osa said, apparently enjoying the relaxing the service offered to her by
those two large men.

"Men, dear Osa, of course you know, have to know their place ... I believe deep
down that women are much far superior and should get the classy treatment
they deserve. I also believe that men were created in the first place to be
dedicated servants of our superior sex ... hehehehe," Tyra said as she sported
a wicked smile and looking down at the five men worshipping her two feet in
an eager manner to please her.

"I very much agree, gal ... hehehehe," Osa replied.

About 10 minutes' silence have passed, a silence that was broken only by
the sounds of men smooching and planting myriads of kisses on those two
women's feet.

The women tied all five captives from their hands and legs and then tied
them all together tightly into one lump of immovable flesh. They mounted
their human horses' backs and headed for the fourth and last floor.

On that last floor nothing seemed unusual for several moments until 10 men
looking like Thais wearing nothing but red boxing shorts.

"Oooooh ... this scenes seemed to have re-whetted my appetite for killing ... I'll
take 'em all," Osa told Tyra.

"Naaaah, Osa! Don't be so selfish ... I've got an already whetted appetite
myself ... at least take half of them and leave the other half for me ... I've got
that twitch in my legs to crush someone's bones," Tyra replied.

"Ok, ok ... we'll see about that ... I promise ... hehehe," Osa said.

The two women dismounted. Tyra took the two human horses at the end of the
floor, using one of them as a seat and resting her back against a wall
while using the other as a footstool. Osa stood with arms akimbo waiting
for a challenger.

One man emerged for the challenge, aiming a kick with his right leg to the
lethal woman's face, but she ducked it so easily and took one step back.
Emboldened by Osa's retreat, he aimed another kick but Osa ducked it again.
He kept on trying but Osa kept on evading the kicks so gracefully until out
of the blue she swung her right leg back and produced a front kick to the
man's disclosed chest with her hard-as-steel sole and heel that a crack
could be heard so clearly.

The man flew in the air and landed so violently on his back. He rose his
head about 10 centimeters from the floor, uttered words that no one
understood and then his face grew so pale and turned purple and then lay
dead in his place.

"Hehehehe ... I told you I've got a re-whetted appetite, Tyra ... that was soooooo
fucking easy ... I just had a challenge with myself to end this moron's life
with just one kick," Osa addressed Tyra.

"Good gal! that was so fantastic ... " Tyra cheered from her comfortable human
furniture and footstool.

The men were shocked by Osa's powerful, lethal and no-place-for-mercy kick
to the man's chest that broke his rib cage like biscuits. The poor man must
have felt that his chest was hit by the front of a dashing train.

Osa took a couple of steps and stood on her victim's body with both feet
and looking at the shocked men with arms akimbo.

"Is there no one else? Come on, guys ... who's next?" she challenged.

Another man emerged. He made a crazy dash at this lethal woman, which is
the usual fatal mistake the challengers of these women do.

She made good use of his dash and crushed his attack with a kick from her
left leg that nearly broke the man's nose as he bled profusely. She was
still standing on her first victim's body.

She got off of the dead man's corpse as the second challenger was already
giving it a second try. As he approached Osa, she caught his arms and kneed
him in the groin, forcing him to double over in front of her. She made a
little jump with open legs and caught the bent man's head between her
inescapable thighs and began to squeeze.

She was still holding his arms in her hands and kept on squeezing
gradually. The man was unable to move his head between those lumps of
muscled flesh crushing his neck. He tried to escape but was deeply
frustrated by the airtight hold and the scene of Osa's small balloon-like
solid calves from his perspective.

"Hehehehe ... .now you're trapped, mister ... what you're gonna do about it now?
Ok, I'll tell ya what you should do, Rambo ... you better say your last
prayers ... hahahaha.." Osa teased while augmenting the pressure of her massive
thighs around the man's neck so very gradually, taking the tempo of her
squeeze from the man's crescendo screams.

Osa pushed the man's head further down with her right hand so as to have
his neck between her favorite spots: the vastus medialis, or the teardrop
muscles. Now the man's eyes came in closer contact with Osa's inflated
deadly weapons called calves. In fact, each and every part of her legs was
deadly enough for any opponent and she was pretty sure about that.

She started to squeeze but this time at a faster tempo and the man's
screams made her wicked smile grow wider as if they were music to her ears.
More and more squeezes eventually resulted in a clearly-heard crack. She
didn't stop, though. Although the unfortunate man trapped between her legs
was screaming no more, she kept on squeezing his neck that three or four
cracks more were heard.

The man between her massive muscled legs was already as dead as a doornail
a few minutes ago but she still did not stop.

"Osa, he's dead centuries ago ... did you get carried away or what?" shouted
Tyra.

"No, sweetie ... I just feel there's some small bone in his neck that I didn't
crush yet ... hahaha ... But I'll do it, I bet," replied Osa.

Osa continued squeezing until the deadman's neck shrank to the size of a
cucumber between her lower part of thighs. A couple of moments passed in
silcence that was eventually broken by a cracking sound.

"Oooompf ... yep ... that' it. That's what I wanted to hear ... hehehehe ... .the sound of
these cracks inside men's bodies are really like beautiful concertos to my
ears..hahahah ... I am afraid you didn't have much of a chance to even say your
prayers, fucker! But at least I can release you now ... hahahahaha," Osa said,
amusing herself as she opened her legs wide and the dead man between her
legs fell face down. She rolled his corpse with her right foot and had it
on its back and then placed her foot on her second victim's face in a
victory pose but no cheers of triumph could be seen on her face. Instead,
she curled her lips in contempt while she was looking down at the lifeless
body of the man she has just dispatched to the hereafter.

"Ooooh ... that's another man I sent to the death world ... well, I think I am one
of those fine importers of goods to the Grim Reaper ... now, who else, boys?"
she challenged as she still rested her right foot on her dead opponent's
face.

The men, as usual, cringed after watching that female killing machine
delivering death so easily as if she were chewing a gum.

However, a third Thai kickboxer emerged for the challenge with a very
serious look on his face. Osa took the combat position. Not waiting for his
move, she took a few steps in her challenger's direction. The moment he was
just getting ready to bounce on Osa, a roundhouse kick was already flown
from its base and landing so strongly on the challenger's right cheek,
bringing him down. He stood up quickly, though, head-shaking the strong
kick.

As the man was getting closer, he received a very swift yet lethal kick in
his midsection. He could swear he has not seen that leg kicking his body.
The kick had him bend. He had no time to give shouts of pain from the kick
as he saved it all for a horrible right knee in his lowered face that
straightened him up and had him fall on his back on the floor watching
stars.

The man got up on his feet awkwardly very dizzy and in agonizing pain from
Osa's unremediable kicks. He made a despertate attempt to catch the killer
lady by the neck but he didn't have a chance to even touch it as Osa was
planting a punch in his belly that doubled him over. She then rose her left
leg high in the air and landed it with impact on his nape, forcing him to
fall facedown on the floor at her feet. The kick was so strong that the man
felt some building collapsed on his nape. He was so sick and saw nothing.

Osa rolled the nearly fainting man with her right foot to bring him on his
back. She rode his belly, grabbed his hair with both hands and placed his
head between her rugby ball solid calves. He had no ounce of power to
resist; or perhaps he knew his fate was already sealed and that this devil-
like death deliverer had the upper hand over him.

"I think I can do this again ... remember, Tyra? The one I smashed his skull
down there? Hehehehe ... ." Osa wondered as she rested both elbows on the floor
surrounding the man's legs and squeezing her calves against the man's head
right above his ears.

"Yeah ... that was a nice scene to watch down there, Osa ... it would be fun to
watch this again ... hahaha," Tyra replied.

The hold was extremely tight that the captive man had no chance of slipping
his head out of that fatal trap, and it was getting even harder for him as
she augmented the squeeze. Osa was watching the man's face and sporting a
grin as if she was watching TV.

"I think you should say your prayers now, sucker, because in a few moments
you would be very busy kissing your life goodbye ... hahahaha," Osa teased as
she squeezed.

The challenger's face changed colors like a rainbow as Osa augmented the
pressure of her calves around his head. Even when she had a few seconds'
pause to inhale and continue the squeezing process, she never relaxed her
hold.

The man's face turned so pale. He was shouting in excruciating pain from
the pressure applied by Osa's killer calves on both sides of his brain. She
inhaled some air and augmented the hold but now with a horrible shout for
about 15 seconds that culminated in a massive cracking sound. Osa just did
it again. She really mashed the man's skull between her rock-hard calves
like a potato. Osa did not stop the squeeze until another horrible noisy
crack was heard.

The miserable dead victim's nose was like a fountain of blood. The mashed
bones of his skull certainly must have fucked up his brains. She opened her
legs wide and the man's head fell backward. She stood up and placed her
left foot on his chest as a token of complete victory over her lousy easy
prey of opponent.

"That's what clumsy stupid jackass heads must end up to for thinking they
can overpower the fine person that I am ... hehehehe ... I am enjoying my
time ... hehehe ... " Osa said as she was resting one foot on her third victim's
chest.

An agitated kickboxer emerged to take a dash at her but she was so sly and
much faster than him. She kicked him hard in the stomach as he was rushing
in her direction, forcing him to double over in front of her. She rested
both hands on his bent back and had his head between her massive thighs
right under her crotch. She then held him by his chest down there with both
ands and lifted him high in a reverse position that the top of his head
about 200 centimeters above the floor and his legs up pointing at the
ceiling.

Osa then ran close to a wall and applied a horrible Tombstone Piledriver
kneeling move and the man fell on the top of his head totally unconscious
between her thighs. She got up and climbed his body, walked on it to his
face, covered his mouth with her left sole and trapping his nostrils
between the two big toes of her right foot, entirely blocking any ounce of
oxygen to his lungs.

The moment the man began to come to his senses, Osa was already in the
middle of taking his life out of his body. He could not move his head an
inch as she, leaning at the wall she moved closer to when she applied her
Tombstone Piledriver, stood so firmly with both feet on his face.

"Hahahaha ... .there's no way out, macho man, from this ... Ooooh ... I like the color
of your face now ... I am sorry for depriving you of any oxygen but this is
what you deserve for being so stupid as to think you're a match for me ... ,"
Osa said as she looked down at the man dying under her feet.

In less than a minute the man's resisting hands grabbing her legs grew
weaker and weaker and in a flash joined his fellow victims of this
merciless killer. Osa just ended the life of another challenger so simply.
She used nothing but her toes.

She stepped down from the deadman's body and headed for the rest of the
men. All of them retreated in fear. One of the men rushed in her direction
and knelt before her in submission, followed one by one all bowing their
heads to touch the floor at her feet in total surrender.

"Hahahah ... ok ... the usual scene ... I like surrender ... ok, losers ... worship my precious
feet until I tell you to stop ... " she commanded.

All six men were worshipping Osa's cute but deadly feet like there was no
tomorrow. True, if they didn't do just that, they would see no tomorrow.

"Ok. I want to sit," she said.

All the Thai kickboxers volunteered to assume the position of chairs behind
her as they were all on their hands and knees on the floor.

"Ah ... hahahah ... six chairs! Ok, but I think I'll need only one," she said as
she picked one of them and seated her buttocks so comfortably on the back
of one of the men.
"All right ... that's rrrrreally nice! I want all five of you pampering and
sucking my toes now," she ordered.

The men's indescribable fears brought them to be so meek and obedient to
that gifted life-taker. The floor was entirely conquered. Tyra was at one
end of it sitting on a huge bodybuilder and having another worshipping her
feet while Osa was using a Thai kickboxer as a human chair and having five
men eager to please her to avoid her fatal wrath. Four bodies of men who
dared challenge Osa but met a cruel death were littering the floor.

"Now, be dears, boys, and tell mommy where that son of a bitch who owns
that mansion is in this fucking building or I'll tear your fucking brains
to pieces," Osa growled at the men at her feet.

The men all stopped worshipping her feet and all answered in a direct
manner that "Mr. Marco's office is just up there".

The men told Osa that Marco, the owner of this mansion, is inside his
office at the moment and was deeply concerned by the two women's invsion.
They said he has just one male secretary, that is the director of his
office, up there with him.

The two women tied the six men so tightly like they just did with all the
captives they took. They mounted their human horses' backs and went up a
narrow staircase. They found one man dressed in a very elegant suit and
wearing glasses. They stopped in their place and looked at the man, waiting
to see what he is up to.

"Please, Ladies. There's no need for more violence here. We have been
watching everything you have done ever since you stepped inside this
mansion. My boss and owner of this building wishes to speak to you. He's
waiting for you inside his office," the man demanded politely.

"Look, fella ... first of all, you should have gone down on your knees and
given us the salutation we deserve, otherwise we should deem your behavior
lacking the courtesy we expect and this, believe me, is very bad for your
health," Tyra challenged.

"No, Ma'am. Please forgive my lack of proper courtesty towards the two of
you, fine Ladies. My hurry to convey my boss's demands for you must have
caused me to forget about that. I apologize again," the man said, going
down on his knees in utter respect in front of the two women on their human
horses' backs.

"Mmmmm ... .great, man ... but aren't you forgeting something?" Osa said, wiggling
her toes.

"Of course, Ma'am ... I am totally at your beck and call," the man replied,
approaching Osa's feet and planting a kiss on her dangled right feet and
heading to the other side to do the same with her left. He went next to Osa
and kissed Tyra's dangled right and left feet in total submission and
official recognition of the women's power.

"Tell your boss we take no instructions from anyone. If he wishes to speak
to us, then he has to come out for us ... and uh-oh ... by the way, you better
teach him the small courtesy lesson we have just taught you, otherwise we
would consider it an insult we would not accept. In our constitution we're
going to set here in this building in a few minutes, insult is punishable
by cruel death. Now go, boy!" Osa said in a confident tone.

"All right, Ma'am ... I'll convey your message very accurately. I beg your
pardon," the man said in a humble obedient tone.

A minute later the man emerged and another man in an even more elegant suit
was in front of him. He seemed to be in his early 50s. He gave the
impression that he was appalled by the two women's power and their
unquestionable aura of authority. He took a quick glance at the huge men
forced to serve meekly and in all servile condition in the world as human
horses.

The man went down on his knees before the two ladies. He stood up and bowed
to kiss Tyra's feet and then headed to do the same with Osa's.

"So, you must be the Marco we're seeking ... well ... you seem to be a good learner
and would spare yourself a hard time ... we already gave your men a hard time,
you know, and here are two monsters of them were broken and agreed to serve
as our special horses for life," Tyra said.

"Your man said you wanted to talk with us," Osa said.

"Yes, Ma'am ... apparently, you had the upper hand here ... I've seen all the
carnages you have made on my monitor and thought it would be wise to
capitulate and reach some understanding with you that would make us all
happy," the man said.

"Ok, we're listening," Tyra said.

"I'll give you half my fortune; that's millions of dollars, in return for
your departure in peace from my mansion. I wish that propsal would win your
appreciated approval," Marco said.

"Hahahaha ... .seems interesting, old man! But we already had an understanding
with a fine kind woman you have robbed of all the fortune she is entitled
to in this place," Osa said, dismounting from her horse and heading towards
the man.

Signs of matchless fear were haunting the man's face as Osa drew closer.

"Don't be afraid, Marco ... I won't hurt you as long as you're peaceful and
nice ... just lie down on the floor," Osa instructed.

The man lay down on his back but Osa rolled his body with her right foot
forcing him to lie face down. She ordered Marco's secretary to bring ropes,
which he brought in a minute. She tied Marco's hands behind his back and
then tied his legs so tightly he could not move. She then jumped on the
back of her human horse that was still bending down.

"The woman's name is Madame Paige, Marco, I think you already guessed her
name ... and we're here to get her financial rights back and capture you alive.
We don't exactly have a clear idea about what she is going to do with you
but anyway we don't give a damn. We just completed our mission as we agreed
with her. I think she'll be here by tomorrow. Now we'll have to put you in
a safe place pending her arrival," Osa cried from her position aloft.

Tyra dismounted and ordered her horse to carry the captivated Marco inside
the office, which he did. Tyra followed him inside. Osa went in after them
and ordered the secretary to follow her.

Inside the spacious luxurious office, Tyra and Osa ensconced themselves in
a comfortable counch. They ordered their horses to lie facedown away
waiting for further orders.

"Listen, pal ... of course you know we can break your fucking neck in a second
just like that ... I thought of keeping you as the director of our office
here ... you'll just have different duties and responsibilities of
organizational and protocol nature ... We need to have departments to make our
lives nice here ... We want for instance the horses department ... that should be
responsible for preparing our horses ... the footworship department, which
should be responsible for changing footworshippers taking good care of our
feet and serving as footstools on a daily basis ... the toilet department,
which should be responsible for taking our waste and changing the toilets
on a daily basis ... we want several human urinals installed in each floor and
of course human bowls to receive our feces and human toilet papers to clean
us after we relieve ourselves ... we want the farting department that should be
responsible for receiving our farts and taking them away in their
lungs ... those would be good starters ... but first go donw on your knees and
worship our feet to show loyalty and gratitude for keeping you alive," Tyra
ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am ... of course I am so grateful and it really gives me a great
pleasure to be of loyalty and dedicated service to both of you ... and please
don't worry about these organizational things ... I'll devise a plan and report
to you prior to execution," the handsome secretary said as he went down on
his knees in front of the couch seating the two female destroyers.

He held Osa's left foot with his left hand and Tyra's with his right and
embarked on sucking their toes together and pampering them with his tongue.
He remained so for nearly 30 minutes of non-stop foot worshipping and toe
sucking.

"That's enough now, secretary ... go fetch us two good saddles to place on our
human horses ... their backs are too solid for our precious buttocks ... I mean you
get all those riding paraphernalia: saddles, reins and stirrups," Oas
commanded.

"Right away, Ma'am," the man meekly said and hurried to carry out the
orders he received.

The two women were still seating themselves in the couch relaxing
themselves after their successful crushing invasion of the mansion. Marco,
now the former owner of the mansion, was tied neatly with ropes from the
hands and legs and lying in one of the corners of the roomy office like a
heap of trash they did not even take notice of.

The secretary came back after a few minutes with a load of riding tools -
the saddles, stirrups, reins, small but very sharp spurs and riding crops.

"All right ... that's what we exactly need, I guess, to make our riding more
comfortable ... now, prepare our horses for us, we want to take a tour of the
place and set some things in order ... Rise up you lazy ponies and give this
little man a help!" Tyra ordered, shouting at the huge men forced to serve
as human horses who were still lying facedown as ordered by their
equestriennes

"Of course, Ma'am ... right away, Ma'am," the secretary replied and headed
towards the two human horses who rose on their feet and bent their backs.
The man took less than 10 minutes to prepare the horses for the two women.
He attached the saddles and reins and then headed towards the two women
seated on the couch.

"Excuse me, ladies ... may I attach these spurs to your feet?" the man asked.
He got no answer. The answer was the women stretching their legs for him.
He handed them the riding crops too.

"Now bring our horses here," they commanded.

In a second the horses were on their hands and feet on the floor before the
two dominant women, assuming the all fours position.

The ladies rode their backs and commanded them to rise their hands off the
floor and settle only for their legs.

"Listen, lazy horses ... we need utmost dedication and service since you're
going to be our means of transportation around here for as long as God
knows ... I see you're accepting the idea of having been turned into our
horses ... well ... this is a previlige for you ... you've got to be sure about
that ... but ... if you give us the impression that you're not the active and most
enduring animals we expect, then it's the end of your pathetic lives ... there
are myriads of other animals here we can use as our horses ... first of all we
don't want to exchange words with you ... horses do not speak ... they only receive
signals to act ... In the beginning you have to come to us and carry us ... we
don't come to you, then we expect that we do not do anything on our own ... you
place our royal feet into these stirrups after the established routine of
planting a kiss of loyalty on each foot ... when we use these reins, it's a
very simple signal for you to turn to the right or left or when we pull the
reins back from both directions like that, this means you go in a straight
line ... sometimes we might need you to go back then the signal for this should
be pulling the reins from both directions with one poke of our spurs like
that ... a signal for starting the trip will be a lash of the riding crop on
your napes like that ... and to stop while we're going ahead this should be
signalled by another lash of the riding crops on your napes ... so the
beginning or end of our journeys on your backs will be through the crops on
the napes ... now for the speed ... most of the time, we would want you to go in
the canter and that should be signalled by two pokes of the spurs ... If we
need you to gallop then this should be three pokes of the spurs like that,"
Osa instructed.

All through that lecture, the men were suffering from the pokes of the
spurs in their thighs that almost pierced their flesh.

"Ok ... let's have a little demonstration!" said Tyra, strongly hitting her
horse's nape with the crop. He moved on. She made various signals for her
riding tool and he just understood them very well.

On that same day all the dead bodies that littered the floors of the
building were collected into one big hole outside the mansion dug upon the
orders of the ladies and all the men captivated inside the mansion were
brought together and forced to lie face down in the spacious garden just
outside the building so that the ladies deliver speeches to them upon their
instructions too.

The captives kept lying their for almost two hours in a scorching sun and
the captivated bodybuilders were instructed to stand guard around them.
Finally the two lethal women arrived in the garden on their human horses'
backs and stopped in a shady place at the top of the staircase of outside
the gate.

"Well ... all of you lying there face down have tasted and experienced our
matchless power ... of course you know that the whole mansion was invaded and
your old boss is taken captive in some place here ... we'll be waiting for the
arrival of a woman that is the genuine owner of this mansion and she'll
decide what is to be done to this man who unrighteously usurped this place
from her. Now we corrected all these wrongs and that is why we are
here ... everything will be as it used to be ... except that we expect more and
more obedience on your parts and unsuspected loyalty for us supreme beings
here ... you needn't know that if we do not get the full obedience we seek from
you, the end will be a cruel death," Tyra began.

Osa wanted to speak too.

"All right, guys ... it's very easy ... you just do whatever your are ordered and
observe our instructions to the fullest degree and you can keep your
lives ... by the way, we are going to make a little demonstration here ... some of
the men - nearly four guys - declined to lie with you all on the floor and
those are going to be executed because they were found guilty of failing to
rise to the level of obdience we expected," Osa said.

Bodybuilders were ordered to bring those four men before the ladies to
receive their death sentences. The men were Asian kung-fu fighters among
the dozens the two women beat to a pulp in the lobby of the mansion.

The four men forced down on their backs next to one another with their
hands and legs tied. Their mouths were gagged too.

Two chairs were neatly placed upon the women's commands with each chair set
between two men. The two deadly ladies climed down the stairs and sat on
the chairs laid for them.

"Now we're going to show you just how disobedient servants meet their end.
These four men will be leaving our world in a matter of minutes for the
serious crime they have committed: they already had a fair trial and found
guilty of high treason, which is a crime punishable by death in accordance
with the new laws set here in this place," Osa said as she rested her two
soles on the faces of the two men next to each side of her chair.

Tyra was resting her feet on the other two men's faces. "Kiss your wretched
lives goodbye, assholes," she growled.

The four helpless men were producing muffled cries as if they wanted to
entreat the women to have mercy on them. Their faces were all soaked in
tears for they recognized they were about to die while they lie totally
under the control of these two life-taking sensations.

"Hahahaha ... don't cry, babies ... you should be happy and feel most honored to
die under our royal feet ... we're just going to relieve you of the cares of
this world ... perhaps you'll have plenty of time in your fucking deathland to
reflect on how grave the mistake you committed was as to decline to kneel
and succumb to us ... see ya in hell, morons!" Osa said, moving her right foot
to have the man's nose under it right between her two big toes and moving
her left foot to do the same to the other man under it. Tyra just did the
same to the two men under her two feet.

The women just blocked any air supply to the four men's nostrils. The
helpless men tried to move their heads to the right and left but could not
have their air routes freed from the air-tight holds on their nostrils.
Their mouths were already gagged and their nostrils so tightly closed.

All the men around the place were watching in awe and fear as the two women
were giving their victims a taste of death sip by sip. Tyra and Osa were
laughing as if they watching a nice Tom and Jerry movie at the scene of the
four men under their feet who were fighting to breathe. Less than half a
minute has passed and the four men's resistance began to grow so frail as
their heads' movements grew less and less.

"Ah-hohoho ... .hehehe ... .look at this lovely purple color on their faces,
Osa ... that's really so nice ... hehehehehe ... I am really having a good time ending
these pathetic lives with just my toes," Tyra said, looking so pleased as
if she were spending a good time in Disneyland.

"Yeah ... hahaha ... just look at this one under my left foot fading away," replied
Osa, looking as much entertained herself as the man under her left foot
died.

A few seconds later the man under Tyra's right foot died, followed by the
one under Osa's right foot and then at last the one under Tyra's left foot.
They four men almost died at the same time amdist clear fear haunting the
faces of all the men watching.

"Ooooh ... shit! They just slipped so fast ... I wanted to enjoy that a little
longer ... may be on other occasions I might entertain myself later with more
life-ending fun," Tyra said as she released the men's noses and rested her
soles on her two victims' faces.

The smooth-yet-so-cruel death of the four men as well as the women's remaks
sent fear-striking messages to the watching men that even if some of them
thought of rebelling, they would probably think twice, at least.

"Guards! Take these bodies away ... bury them outside the mansion in a mass
grave and report to us in a few minutes," Tyra ordered. Two guards carried
the four dead men on their shoulders just outside the mansion and did as
commanded and then returned to kneel before the two women.

"All right, guards ... now serve as our footstools ... let us rest our feet on your
backs," Osa commanded, snapping her fingers at the secretary who was
standing close behind.

The man hurried to the lady, going down meekly on his knees. "Yes, Maam.
Totally at your disposal, Mistress Osa," he said.

"Listen, I want you to give instructions to all those men on their knees to
stand in a long queue and kiss those four feet of us in an organized neat
way. Just let us informed if you just suspect the slightest air of refusal
or resistance to these commands," Osa firmly ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Osa. Right away," the man said, taking a microphone to
convey these orders. All the men observed the orders to the full. Each man
went down on his knees so obdiently and planted a kiss on each of the two
women's two feet and stood for further orders.

That ritual took about thirty minutes or more, considering the large number
of men around. "I did not suspect any trace of resistance or disobedience,
Mistress Osa," the secretary concluded.

"Ah..ok ... that'll do ... the results are very satisfactory ... now you can go and
organize our royal lifestyle here ... We want specialized departments of well-
trained servants and slaves ... We want toilets, foot worshippers and
pamperers, saddled horses - those should be settled as those huge guys. We
also want fart-takers, footwear care men, security men at the gates of the
mansion and the doors of our own rooms, and the rest could be cleaners,
cooks, gardeners and others. All servants in all departments are changed on
a daily basis in accordance with fixed round-the-clock shifts even if we
are asleep. I might wake up at dawn to take a piss. Of course I wouldn't
have the time to call you and arrange a toilet for me; whenever I want to
use a toilet I must find one. Shift changes are to apply on all departments
except the saddled horses department. We've already picked the horses
ourselves. Do you think you can handle that?" Osa asked.

"Yes, Mistress. I think I can handle that. A strict schedule will be made
and would start as of tonight, Maam, in the way Your Highness exactly
desired," the secretary replied.

"Ok. We'll leave you with all these men to make these arrangements. Of
course you needn't know that you are to report any cases of resistance,
questioning, reluctance or disobedience on the spot. You're dismissed now.
Just arrange two horses for us for the time being so we may take a tour of
the mansion and the peasants in the farmland to check how they are
working," Osa ordered, snapping her fingers to him to leave.

In less than three minutes the two women, provided with riding crops and
had their feet clad in spurs, were mounting the backs of their saddled
human horses who were deluging the feet of their riders in their stirrups
with kisses that indicated doubtless full-recognition of authority by the
women over them until they received the signal - a lash from the women's
riding crops on their napes.

The ladies were able to control their human horses like professional
equestriennes as they directed the reins very adeptly and controlled the
speed of their rides at one that was between the trot and the canter.

"I am having a good time, Osa, riding these huge men. I am planning to go
on a round each morning," said Tyra.

"Yeah ... me too, Tyra ... and it did not take us much effort to break these
assholes in the way we wished ... they didn't have much of a choice after all,
particularly when they watched their fellows rushing to cruel deaths, which
I enjoyed delivering very much ... hehehe," replied Osa.

The two women were going here and there on their horses' backs until they
reached the mansion's farmland where hundreds of peasants were in a vast
areas of lands plowing the soil or throwing seeds here and there. Several
crops were being cultivated: wheat, barley, beans in addition to plots with
trees of different fruits like peaches, apples, plums and apricots.

Watching the new owners of the mansion on the backs of the huge formidable
bodybuilders broken to turn into horses to serve the ladies, the farmers
all went down on their knees in total submission as a form of greeting for
the two supreme beings who occupied the whole thing.

"Hahaha ... I think they knew already about us ... the secretary must have notified
the farmers about us ... He had asked me a while ago to have five persons to
assist him to organize our affairs in an office ... I agreed," Tyra said,
signaling the farmers with her fingers to rise and continue working.

"Yeah ... I guess we need an office here to run our matters ... that's a good idea,
Tyra," Osa replied.

The women rode through the green fields and inspected how the farmers were
working. That round took about more than one and half hours, during which
they were enjoying themselves on their horses' saddled backs.

Any man within the premises of that mansion automatically kneels down in
salute for the two ladies whenever he lays eyes on them. The men were very
much convinced of their inarguable authority over them. Two days have
passed now since the ladies took over the mansion and everything in that
place went exactly as they desired. They already broke all the men and
turned them into nothing but servants and slaves whose minds are no longer
full of anything save to please their mistresses and "supreme beings".

All the departments the ladies ordered formed were in place and arranged in
order thanks to the good work of the servant secretary and his staff.

During those past couple of days, the ladies slept in separate floors. The
first floor was Tyra's and the second was Osa's. For the ladies' rooms,
they had everything they would need or think of: just outside their rooms
they had their mounts ready and saddled any time they want to go somewhere
around the mansion, two foot worshippers, masseurs and pamperers were made
to kneel at the foot of the bed and ready to serve 24/7, at one side of the
bed they had a fart-taking servant on his marks to inhale away any odor
they think "bad," another servant shining their flip-flops - they had no
other footwear but that for the time being - with his tongue all day long
and two men inside the bathroom that is attached to each of their rooms;
one serving as a toilet and the other as toilet paper.

The standard position of the toilet man was to lie on his back with his
face under a chair that had a toilet seat for the ladies to sit on. The
ladies were to get rid of their waste inside a big transparent bowl with a
tube whose end is inside the toilet man's mouth. The man serving as toilet
paper was made to sit on the floor and had his back to the wall and hands
cuffed to water pipes inside the bathroom. The lady wishing to use toilet
paper only has to stand above the man's upward face to clean them of the
remains of their brown waste or stains of urine. Each day there was a new
toilet and toilet paper for the ladies in accordance with fixed shifts. The
toilet will have nothing to do except lie there waiting to be used by the
lady and consume her all her waste to the last bit of shit and drop of
golden nectar.

Everything was very well-planned and neatly ordered exactly to the liking
of the ladies.

At night, Tyra's cell phone rang. She received a call from Mistress Paige
who were enquiring about all developments and arrangements. Tyra briefed
her on everything. Paige told Tyra that she would arrive at the mansion in
the following morning with her two young nieces who insisted to come along
with her. Tyra replied that all three of them would be receiving a very
warm welcome at the place that has now become Paige's possession.

Tyra was very demanding. She always kept her slaves busy serving her. She
used her foot worshippers' tongues for hours that at the end of the day her
feet were glistening like diamonds. Osa has her feet worshipped only when
she feels she wanted that. Although she had a man already serving as her
fart-taker, she insisted to have me join in this stinky mission.

"You've got a natural-born talent on this, slave john ... I think I'll take
time to teach this moron how to inhale my gas without me having to smell
any of it ... Your main job here is to teach newcomers how to do it properly
and smoothly ... you'll have to teach them theoretically and practically how to
do this ... you see? Everyday there will be a new fart-taker for a new shift
and of course they are not so experienced as you are ... Do you think you can
do that?" Osa asked.

"Yes, ma'am ... anything, ma'am ... I'll handle that and make you feel all right,"
I replied with a tone that was a mix of extreme fear and respect. I've
watched her killing men so larger than I am in a very easy manner. I
thought it would never be wise to make that woman angry, annoyed or bored.

"Good ... well, come here and show that sucker how you are doing it," she
commanded.

"All right, ma'am ... listen, fellow ... the easy way to do that is to have your
two nostrils almost inside the Mistress's anal hole. This way the odor can
never escape outside and cause annoyance to our Supreme Being ... just watch
me," I said.

Osa was lying one her back on the bed. She opened her legs widely. She was
wearing no underwear. I literally inserted the tip of my nose inside her
hole. She did not wait for so long. She presented my respiratory system
with a horrible fart; so horrible in stink, duration and noise that I felt
the action has given me a splitting headache. I knew Madam Osa very well
when she declares a chemical warfare.

"Hahahaha ... yessss ... .that's it ... never smelt a thing ... good boy, john, my favorite
fart-boy you are," Osa was laughing, not giving a damn about my ordeal down
there. She thought only of herself and what she just wanted.

"Thank you, thank you, so much, ma'am, for the praise ... it was really a
pleasure making you happy ... I'll always be of service, Beautiful Ma'am,
whenever you order," I replied so meekly in recognition of her uncontested
power over the weakling that I am.

Osa's fart-slave seemed to be doing well after my demonstration. I bet he
received a splitting headache like the one I just received a few minutes
ago. Osa had her two feet worshipped by her foot-slaves until she slept
like a baby.

She woke up the next morning and still her foot-slaves were sucking her
toes and licking her soles. The slaves were doing remarkably well. They had
not received orders to stop. She took away her two feet, stirred a little
in her bed, went off the bed and headed for the fart-slave on his knees
next to her bed. In a matter-of-factness, she mounted his face, had his
nose sunk deep into her shit-hole and produced a stinky long fart.

"Hehehehe ... you seem to be doing well, young slave ... come on, relieve mommy
more and more," she said coquettishly, giving the poor fellow more and more
farts. She was a talented farter. She can fart any time she wants.

"Come on, all of you boys ... carry mommy to the bathroom," she commanded.

I, the fart-slave and the two foot-slaves carried Mistress Osa to the
bathroom. Two carried her upper half of body and two others carried her
lower one and landed her inside the bathroom. We all went down on our knees
waiting for further orders.

She sat on a toilet seat without even looking at the man down there who is
to receive her waste through a tube attached neatly to the inside of his
mouth. His lips could not be seen as they were covered with adhesive tapes
to prevent the slightest amount of waste to escape outside.

Osa was singing a song and whistling a tune when she started to slowly give
a long thick scaly turd that landed in the bowl with a sound. A few seconds
later she gave smaller shorter turds while still whistling some tune. She
was shitting mercilessly as if this was the normal routine thing she does
everyday.

A strong gush of yellowish flood followed the heap of shit, breaking the
large turd and other smaller turds into small pieces and making it easier
for the toilet man to swallow. Gosh! He was a swallowing machine ... perhaps he
recognized that was the only way to keep himself alive and perhaps he has
received information that any dereliction of duty on his part would be
punishable by death.

He swallowed and swallowed but sported an expression on his face that was
very clear for all to see: one of extreme suffering. The bowl was full of
liquid shit, Osa's cocktail of feces and urine; I know it very well as I
was introduced to this cocktail over and again.

Finally, Osa stood up and walked towards the other man in the bathroom who
was serving as toilet paper. She turned her back on the shackled man and
bowed down so as to give him her ass to clean. She did it without uttering
a word as if this was the normal thing to do.

During the waste-disposing process the lady did not utter a single word,
giving an air of matter-of-factness that tolerates no negotiation or second
thoughts. The rule was very simple and more than crystal clear: either
serve with the utmost dedication or meet a cruel death. The slaves had no
other option, bearing in mind that they have all tasted a merciless beating
that brought them on the verge of death. Perhaps the slaves thought it
would be much better to accept this extreme degradation than to leave this
world.

Osa had her rosebud cleaned spotless by the toilet paper man and commanded
us to carry her out of the bathroom. She did not even look at the mess she
made inside the toilet bowl as if she was more than certain that all of
this is going to be consumed and swallowed to the last drop anyway.

The lady seated herself in a cozy armchair, having me kneeling next to it
and the two slaves kneeling before her with each one carrying a foot and
worshipping at them.

From my position next to the armchair I could see from the same angle as
Osa's how the two men were traveling their tongues through her sexy
beautiful toes. Her toenails have gained some length. Obviously, she hadn't
have them pedicured for some time. Osa was moaning in relaxation as she had
their two feet pampered and worshipped.

She was trapping the men's tongues in between her big and second toes and
the ecstasy made her press her toes had at their tongues that her long
unpedicured toenails cause minor wounds to their tongues. The view was so
nice from my angle ... it was the first time I see Osa's feet worshipped from
her perspective ... gosh! She must have been enjoying herself, careless about
the serving men's ordeal.

The foot worshipping ritual continued for nearly 20 minutes until a
knocking on the door was heard. Madam Osa ordered me to answer it.

I rushed to the door and opened it and it was Madam Tyra riding her Triple
H, the name she gave to her private animal she was riding. I learnt later
that those three H's stood for Huge Human Horse. The name Triple H just
reminded me of the famous wrestling sensation, except that the man she has
broken and is riding now was larger and more muscled than the real Triple
H.

Madam Tyra just gave me the once-over from her position as if she was
expecting something I should do. I just got the message quick and I
immediately took a step forward, went down on my knees in the very humble
position I was expected to assume and deluged her right bare foot in the
right stirrup with kisses until I was ordered to stop.

She nudged her horse with her spiked sharp stirs and he proceeded into the
room. She stopped, dismounted and seated herself in an armchair opposite to
Osa's while I returned to my previous position on my knees next to Madam
Osa's armchair.

"Hi dear ... it's a beautiful morning, isn't it? I am having a nice footbath
here," said Osa.

"Yeah ... I had a long similar one this morning ... I just woke up early at the
sound of my cell phone ... it was Madam Paige ... she said she would be arriving at
12:00 p.m. Now it's 11:20 p.m. We have to make some nice preparations to
receive her, the real owner of this mansion," said Tyria.

"Of course, this is the least we can do to welcome her. She's a very fine
lady and deserves the finest of treatment ... John, go fetch me the secretary
right now. I want him here before me in less than three minutes," commanded
Osa, not even stopping her footbath for a second.

"Yes, Ma'am ... right away, Ma'am," I replied and rushed to search for the
secretary.

Luckily, I climbed down the first staircase when suddenly I stumbled upon
the secretary man and apparently he was heading towards Madam Osa's floor.

"Madam Osa wants you right away," I told him.

We both rushed towards Madam Osa's room, entered after I knocked and both
reported to Madam Osam.

"Oh ... thank you, john ... that was more than quick ... come kneel here next to my
armchair ... I might need you in a few minutes ... oh hi, secretary ... I want to give
you some instructions regarding the reception of Madam Paige. She's the
lawful owner of this mansion ... I want a worthy reception ... prepare a special
horse with all saddles and gears to be waiting at the gate for her ... I want
her floor, the last one, double-checked and you have to do that yourself ... I
want everything in neat order and very clean ... Madam Paige is a very fine
lady, and she's worthy of receiving top-of-the-line service ... prepare her
foot worship team, her masseurs and special toilets and toilet paper ... I
don't want any troubles, understood?" commanded Osa.

"Totally understood, Ma'am ... I have been doing just these since the early
morning today and everything is as neat as you prefer, Ma'am ... her horse is
being already prepared and he's waiting for orders to be taken out of the
stable. I also double-checked the kitchen team and they are now preparing
fine items on a classy menu for Madam Paige. However, I just wanted to
report some violations here within the mansion but everything is under
control now. There was a cell planning to escape the mansion. The cell was
completely dismantled and its members arrested. They are now imprisoned
under lock and key inside a room down there," the secretary said.

"Oh ... that was a serious violation, punishable only by death ... mmmm ... .I am now
thinking ... we might use those damn morons for our amusement tonight while we
celebrate Madam Paige's arrival ... I'll tell you later about this ... it's ok
now ... thank you ... you can go now, and secretary, keep your eyes open," Osa
said.

"Yes, Ma'am ... anything you say, Ma'am ... totally at your disposal, Mistress
Osa," the secretary replied, kneeling down before Madam Osa and then turned
to kneel before Madam Tyra and left the room.

Madam Osa ordered the slaves in the room to help her dress. She wore a
stomach-length black T-shirt and only had her black panties on and of
course she did not forget to have her spurs on.

She went into the bathroom to tidy her hair and wear a little make-up.

"In the meantime, servant john, come hither ... I have something for you," Tyra
commanded. She was wearing only her red panties and a white T-shirt. I
rushed to her armchair. She opened her legs wide and grabbed me by the hair
to her womanhood that my nose was engulfed by her pantied asshole only to
give me a nasty fart that smelt like a dead rat. Her gas was so strong that
I had to cough a little after I inhaled it all. She pushed my head in her
hands back to survey the damage she inflicted to my nostrils and to check
my reactions. Although I felt it all disgusting deep down, I didn't have
the balls to show it on my face. On the contrary, I was required to show a
satisfactory expression.

The survey only took a few seconds and then she grabbed me back again to
her bottoms only to give me an even nastier and longer soundless fart.

Finally I was saved from this awkward torture when Madam Osa went out of
the bathroom and told Tyra to go. Madam Osa was so gorgeous in her neatly
combed hairstyle and the make up she wore even added to her beauty and
attractiveness.

Madam Tyra led her Triple H by a short leash attached to his neck while Osa
opened the door to mount hers, whom she named OP, that was Osa's Property.
OP was already on his knees as Madam Osa had him parked right next to the
door entirely ready to transport her anywhere.
She rode his kneeling back and with standard signals had him rise in the
camel position and immediately OP turned his head to the right and left to
kiss Madam Osa's feet in the stirrups.

"John ... follow in the back, I might need you," Osa commanded.

The two ladies went down the stairs on their human ponies' backs and I was
following them behind as ordered by Madam Osa.

Everyone was awaiting the arrival of Madam Paige.