feetfetish
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The Jugnyinz gathered all around Officer Jenya as if she was the prey. They all began to lick Jenya's soles like they were deity. Jenya struggled to get out of the capture, but she couldn't. Roren stood beside her and stared into her bright eyes, as her beautiful laughter grasped out of her lungs.
"HEHEHEHE!" Jenya laughed. "ROREN! IM GUNNA KILL YA!"
Roren snickered. He halted the Jungyinz away. He then walked over to Jenya's feet, and started to lightly brush his finger up and down Jenya's delightful soles. The wrinkles kept on getting bigger and bigger, but Roren pulled back Jenya's toes and started digging his nails into Jenya's soles. Jenya was out of breath.
"See, our foot fetishes aren't so painful, are they? It's better than being killed in the first place," Roren said, with guidance. "See, fetish is a harmful word, it gives it a bad name. So with obsession. Us Jungyinz just have a pleasure, and you STUPID girls think that feet is gross. Well, I don't see what so gross, and we don't harm you, so why do you harm us?"
"YOU'RE A FUCKING PSYCHO, that's WHY!" Jenya shouted. Her feet wriggled in the wooden stocks.
"Naw, we're no psychos, we just wanna..." Roren slid his tongue from the ball of the foot to the top of the toes, "feel them."
"SIR ROREN!" A Jungyin exclaimed as he walked in.
"Yes?" Roren asked.
"Villagers, they're everywhere, they have torches and rakes. A whole mob, sir! How are we going to take them down?" The Jungyin replied.
"DAMNIT! Okay, tell the others to capture the women from the group. Then give them hell. You, on the other hand, take this girl to the prison." Roren ordered.
"YES SIR!" The Jungyin agreed.
The Jungyin cut the rope that hung Jenya, but left her hands still bounded. Then the Jungyin unlocked the stocks and pushed Jenya out of the chair. Jenya was ordered to walk.
Jenya walked the dirty floor while her bare soles were being covered in mud and dirt. It was frigid. She felt like crying. The Jungyin kept hold of Jenya's arms, making sure she can't escape. Then, Jenya moved her arm and twisted the Jungyin's arm. The Jungyin fell to the floor, immediately. Jenya put her right foot on the Jungyin's head, forcing him to lick the mud and dirt off her feet, and which he did.
Jenya escaped and went by a near tree. She went up to it and started scratching the rope on the trunk. The rope snapped. Jenya's blond hair strained in her eyes, and her striking eyes narrowed.
THE END.
That's as far as I go.
"HEHEHEHE!" Jenya laughed. "ROREN! IM GUNNA KILL YA!"
Roren snickered. He halted the Jungyinz away. He then walked over to Jenya's feet, and started to lightly brush his finger up and down Jenya's delightful soles. The wrinkles kept on getting bigger and bigger, but Roren pulled back Jenya's toes and started digging his nails into Jenya's soles. Jenya was out of breath.
"See, our foot fetishes aren't so painful, are they? It's better than being killed in the first place," Roren said, with guidance. "See, fetish is a harmful word, it gives it a bad name. So with obsession. Us Jungyinz just have a pleasure, and you STUPID girls think that feet is gross. Well, I don't see what so gross, and we don't harm you, so why do you harm us?"
"YOU'RE A FUCKING PSYCHO, that's WHY!" Jenya shouted. Her feet wriggled in the wooden stocks.
"Naw, we're no psychos, we just wanna..." Roren slid his tongue from the ball of the foot to the top of the toes, "feel them."
"SIR ROREN!" A Jungyin exclaimed as he walked in.
"Yes?" Roren asked.
"Villagers, they're everywhere, they have torches and rakes. A whole mob, sir! How are we going to take them down?" The Jungyin replied.
"DAMNIT! Okay, tell the others to capture the women from the group. Then give them hell. You, on the other hand, take this girl to the prison." Roren ordered.
"YES SIR!" The Jungyin agreed.
The Jungyin cut the rope that hung Jenya, but left her hands still bounded. Then the Jungyin unlocked the stocks and pushed Jenya out of the chair. Jenya was ordered to walk.
Jenya walked the dirty floor while her bare soles were being covered in mud and dirt. It was frigid. She felt like crying. The Jungyin kept hold of Jenya's arms, making sure she can't escape. Then, Jenya moved her arm and twisted the Jungyin's arm. The Jungyin fell to the floor, immediately. Jenya put her right foot on the Jungyin's head, forcing him to lick the mud and dirt off her feet, and which he did.
Jenya escaped and went by a near tree. She went up to it and started scratching the rope on the trunk. The rope snapped. Jenya's blond hair strained in her eyes, and her striking eyes narrowed.
THE END.
That's as far as I go.
