KEEPING ON HER TOES
By Kandor


	Rachel smiled. She felt the 50-pound weight tug at her foot when she 
pulled it back. The string tightened around her toes as she lifted the bulk of 
the thick lead block at the end.
	The man grimaced on the floor as he watched, his large soft cock taped to 
his belly. Rachel had tied him down, hands above his head to the bedposts, feet 
lashed wide apart to the footposts. He was naked; she'd gotten him that way 
under the pretense of sex, and then quickly tied him up for the interrogation.
	"Now, Bobby, what will it be?" Rachel said calmly, standing up on one 
foot, pulling the weight up with her toes on the other, balancing herself 
steady. "Do you want to see all the marvelous things I can do with my feet?"
	"No....please, no more, please...Rachel, I beg you, I don't know what you 
want to know!" he stammered.
	She smiled again. She liked when they played hard to get, made her job 
that much more interesting.
	"OK, have it your way," she sighed, hopping over to where he lay on the 
floor.
	He screamed as he watched her swing the heavy weight over him, about three 
feet up. She cried "Bombs away!!!" and let the string slip from her powerful 
toes, the thick bottom of the lead block smashing directly into his exposed 
balls. The slap of metal on meat was sickening, followed immediately by his 
agonized screams. His wrists and ankles bled from his pulling against the bonds 
that held him.
	She was trained to use her feet in all sorts of ways. Her toes were 
stronger than most men's fingers. She went up to his hands and using just her 
toes, curled his fingers in with them, bending the tips in toward his palm, a 
torture technique even children know and use on each other, but seldom to this 
degree.
	"Where are the guns, Bobby?" she growled, hands on hips, a snarl on her 
face as her blue-painted toenails bent inward, curling his fingertips in 
painfully. 
	"I....don't....know..." he groaned, tears and sweat mingling on his face, 
the pain of his pummeled nuts washing over him still.
	"Snap, crackle, pop!!!" Rachel yelled, punching down with her toes.
	Bobby screamed and then stopped, the pain was so great as she cracked his 
fingertips like kindling in her toe grip. She laughed and let the one hand go 
only to step over him and do the same to the other hand with her other foot.  
Then she spread her legs, stood on both of his palms, and snared his thumbs 
between her toes, pivoting her feet outward as she leaned against the wall for 
support.
	"Don't want to ignore these!" she barked. "The others are broken, so these 
gotta catch up!"
	She jammed her feet out, snapping his thumbs like toothpicks in the 
powerful clamp of her toes. She continued to jerk and twist, reducing whatever 
connection his thumb bones had to the rest of his hand to nothing but grating 
bone chips on bone chips. The blood gurgled in his throat and threatened to 
drown him, he was screaming so loud.
	"Hmmm, what now, what now....?" she mused, stepping off him and walking 
around, letting him have a look at her tall, rangy body that was barely clad in 
her tiny minidress. His eyes begged for mercy.
	"The guns, Bobby...where has your group hidden the guns?"
	"I.....can't say......they'll kill me...."
	"You dumb fuck, what do you think I'll do?" she said angrily, stepping 
between his legs and using her foot to roll the big lead weight off his crotch. 
"At least I'm letting you live, but little by little I will kill you unless you 
tell me!"
	She cocked her leg back and held it, her lethal toes pointed downward. She 
glared at him.
	"Tell me or I'll kick your fucking nuts so hard my foot will drive them 
out of the top of your head!!"
	"NOOOOOOO!!!! OK!!!!"
	She didn't wait, and let her foot sail powered by her lean, muscular leg. 
Her toe tips exploded into the agonized mass of meat that were his nuts, driving 
both testicles inside his body in a thin tube of white-hot agony. He screamed 
like a girl as she left her foot there, twisting, her toes pushing his nuts so 
far up inside him he feared he'd never see them again.
	"Oh, sorry, did you say something?" she teased, popping her foot from his 
nut tubes and looking down to make sure his balls stayed behind. "Tell me!"
	Bobby had to force himself to stop crying to tell her the location of the 
guns, who had them, the quantity, caliber, everything. Rachel smiled and stood 
between his legs, arms folded on her meaty chest.
	"Nice, very nice," she said. "Thank you Robert, you've been most helpful."
	"Please....Rachel...my nuts....give me my nuts back..." he begged, 
sobbing.
	"Sure thing," she said calmy.
	She knelt between his twitching legs and plunged her fingertips into his 
ball holes, painfully gripping the crushed meat in her tips and yanking the 
flattened orbs back out so they flopped in mashed agony in her hand. She milked 
them for a moment to puff them back up to their normal size, and then some. The 
swelling from the beating she'd put them through bubbled them to twice their 
usual dimensions.
	"You want them?" she growled, twisting them around three times to produce 
a thin strand of nut flesh connecting them to his body and then sitting back to 
slip her foot up and pinch the strand between her muscular toes, "You fucking 
got 'em!!!"
	His eyes shot open wide as he felt Rachel haul back with her foot with 
everything she had, twisting and snapping from side to side. The meat tore 
slowly at first with a wet, grisly ripping sound and then the separation was 
complete. Rachel had castrated her victim with a 10-second toe scissors. The 
momentum forced her to roll backwards into a reverse somersault backflip. She 
rolled up to her feet, his bloodied balls clutched in her foot, a thick river of 
red jetting from the wound of where they used to be. Bobby gagged out a weak 
scream as his blood left his dying body.
	"Here you go, asshole," she growled, using her foot to ram his nuts deep 
into his mouth, choking him with blood and savaged testicle tissue. "Next time a 
strong-toed woman asks you a fucking question, answer her!!!"
	She walked away and cleaned up, coming back to him as his heart beat its 
last.
	"In the next lifetime I mean," she laughed, walking out the door.