Chapitre 3: Tricked
John looked upon a usual but still horrid sight. A woman dressed in all leather wearing a leather mask and silver platform heels was kneeled down before what appeared to be her ruthless master. The cruel master was a slightly overweight woman, wearing a red dress open toed red platform boots, and she had long red hair tied up in two makeshift pony-tails on the side of her head.
John being a certified knight and tremendously skilled and accomplished warrior was determined to cease this injustice. Though he was a Tiny-Man, he was only an inch tall and both were normal sized women. John didn't care, he'd slain a normal sized man before.
"Killing a normal sized woman should be easy." He thought to himself before running from under the couch with his toothpick spear in front.
The two sexually active woman looked at his pathetic attempt.
John lunged his spear towards the master. The toothpick hit her big toe with enough force to break the skin.
"What the hell!" The master cried out
The subservient one of the two began to get up before she was stopped by her dom.
"Stop, I got this." The master said
She then walked over towards the tiny man causing the ground to shake. John was undisturbed.
"Bring it on, foul woman." He said as he pulled out a thumbtack.
"I will." The dom replied
"May the winner sing praises of the other."
"No, I will only be singing mockery of you as I flick your pathetic remains off the bottom of my sexy soles."
John made a move but the dom was quick with her footwork. Pinning John against the ground and her shoe.
She then began to apply more and more pressure. John's organs spewed as they were compressed to liquid and his bones made an audible snap as they were grinded to dust.
The sub looked over at her master
"Don't forget to twist. Make sure he's dead." She said,
The dom then proceeded to slowly twist her foot. Once she lifted her foot she gazed upon the liquid remains of John. She walked over to the counter where she grabbed a napkin. She then wiped the few chunky remanants of John off of her sole, before spitting on the napkin to add insilt to murder.
"Fucking loser piece of filth. Now let's get back to roleplay." She said
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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