Two Girls and Their Faithful Slave
As Dori and Victoria returned from their run, they could feel the cool breeze on their bare skin. Their sweat-drenched bodies were craving a refreshing shower, but before that, they needed to clean their feet properly. Monica, their old and pathetic slave, was already waiting at the door with anticipation.
The girls strutted in, their dirty sneakers leaving dusty footprints on the floor. They stopped in front of Monica and looked down at her with cold eyes. "Your tongue and hair will help clean the sweat from our feet," Victoria said, her tone harsh.
Without another word, Dori knelt down and stuck out her foot, pushing it against Monica's tongue. The slave obediently opened her mouth, trying to get the sneaker clean. It was clear that she was desperate for their approval.
"Not hard enough," Victoria remarked, kicking off her own sneakers and stepping onto Monica's body. The slave gasped as she felt the warmth of Victoria's feet against her bare chest. "Lick me clean, slave," Victoria commanded with a smirk.
Meanwhile, Dori grabbed fistfuls of Monica's hair and pulled her head back, exposing her wrinkled neck. She pressed her sweaty sock against Monica's skin, letting the stench of her feet fill the slave's nostrils.
"Your job is to make sure we're clean," Victoria added, lifting her leg and wiping the sweat from her foot on Monica's face. "We're always filthy after a run."
Monica could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she forced them back. She knew that any sign of weakness would only make them more cruel. Instead, she focused on what she could do to please them.
Using her tongue, she tried to remove the dirt and sweat from Dori's sneaker. As she did so, she could feel the girls' feet growing warmer against her skin. It was a strange sensation, but it was better than the pain they could inflict on her.
When both girls were satisfied with their clean feet, they stood up and admired their work. Monica remained on the floor, her body trembling from the exertion. "Not bad, slave," Victoria said with a smirk, kicking Monica's stomach for good measure.
As they walked away, Dori leaned down and whispered into Monica's ear, "Remember, you're our doormat. Always here for our dirty feet." With those words ringing in her ears, Monica knew that her life would never be the same again.
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