Literature
Destroyed By Australian Girl Feet
A long underground corridor made of concrete existed, lit by occasional flickering lights and filled with scattered puddles as water dripped through cracks. A lone young man hastily walked along at a brisk pace, looking down with confusion at his new clothes he mysteriously woke up in, a gray track suit with a little white name tag. A drop of water plopped down onto his short brown hair. "Gah dammit how long is this hallway?" Robert demanded. "One minute I'm in jail and now I'm...wherever the hell this place is. Guess it's better than being in a cage, plus that orange jumpsuit wasn't really my sty-" A dull robotic voice came from previously unnoticed speakers on the walls. "Greatings denizens of the dark Web. I, the ringmaster of your bleakest red room, welcome you back to your favorite fight-to-the-death show...Snuff & Stuff."  Robert unsurprisingly was quite shocked to hear this. "You have all paid your entry fee to view the slaughter and we certainly have a very special program for you today. A free-for-all death match featuring eight unfortunate, unwilling souls, all of which are convicted murderers." The ringmasters robotic voice explained just as Robert saw a door further down the dim hall. "How did we acquire our contestants? Doesn't matter. Did they agree to this? No. But they will be pleased to hear the last one standing shall earn their freedom. Soon the games will begin, but first, a brief intermission." The robotic voice was replaced by dull elevator music just as Robert opened the door where he found the seven other contestants mostly either being confused or boasting/shit-talking to eachother. The room was small, dim and aside from various leaky pipes there were only a few chairs, several wall-mounted cameras and a table with some locked military-style box on top and on top of this box Robert immediately noticed a pair of dirty tan feet, crossed at the ankle with clearly sweaty wrappings spun around the soles. These large slender feet were attached to the only female. A lovely young lady, she was tan with brownish-blonde hair and despite her wearing a black tanktop along with the same gray track pants Robert was she gave off a surfer, outdoorsy kinda vibe especially due to her thin yet muscular physique. (Reference pic https://getupnote.com/share/notes/zKf5yhh63dTJpcDZUIqU77vttTi2/35c038d5-517c-447f-b835-5569208e845b) "Well it's about time you showed up!" She said with a impossibly cocky grin and thickest Australian accent imaginable. "All these numbskulls are already on the verge of killing eachother and you're making them wait, shame on you." "What? How's it my fault lady? I didn't asked to be kidnapped!" Roberts replied rudely, walking straight up to the clearly unintimidated smug blonde. He stopped with her dirty bandage-wrapped soles pointing at him as he read her nametag. "Laina I have no idea what's happening but I hope we run into eachother in this deathmatch thing, you and your nasty feet don't stand a chance." "Oh really?" Laina chuckled, scratching her left sole with her other foots toes as the other contestants all listened to the two argue. "Mate, do even got a clue who you're talkin' to?" "Do you?" Robert spat, trying and failing to knock Lainas feet off the table with a slap that ended mostly just being a awkward pat on her moist sole. "I killed someone and you're ne" "We've all killed someone." Another contestant chimed in. "Dumbass." "Yea Robby-boy, you ain't special or nothing." Laina chuckled, she mockingly gestured towards him with a hand. "But please, regale us with your tale of murder." Robert felt a tinge of embarrassment as Laina and the others all stared at him, that feeling grew exponentially as the robotic voice of the ringmaster came over several speakers. "Yes Contestant Robert, tell them and the ten-thousand viewers we have watching your every move." "W-well." Robert cleared his throat and forced himself to sound proud. "I staked out a mansion for weeks, finally went in and the old guy was home, he wasn't supposed to be, he tried to shoot me and things didn't go so well for him." "So...let me get this straight." Laina said, scrunching her toes. "You screwed up being a thief and then you killed a old man?" Robert kinda stammered and stumbled on his words and proceeded to just stand there as the blonde gave him a sarcastic slow clap. "Cute but anyways." Laina giggled. "I've killed eleven people just for the hell of it, at least that's all the cops know about. Yep, had all of Australia pissin themselves and locking their doors before they finally found me." Robert went a little pale upon learning the young lady he'd challenged was a literal serial killer. "Yes sir, nothing more pleasing than squeezing the life out of some poor, random, fucks body." Laina said with pride, she uncrossed her feet, leaned forward and squeezed her fingers between her toes. "Usually I'd crush their throat under my lovely little foot, well they're not exactly little but whatever. Smashing some poor blokes head in with a few kicks is also pretty satisfying, being a Muay Thai expert certainly helps." "Pardon me singular lady and gentlemen." The ringmasters droning voice filled the room. "We've conducted a survey and our wise viewers have concluded that there is a 98% Miss.Laina will obliterate Robert in the upcoming festivities." The smriking Aussie winked at her next victim. "And speaking of festivities, it is time to begin." The robotic voice continued. "Now since we care deeply for the satisfaction of our viewers, your life will be in their hands.  You will each begin with one-hundred points and based on your performance our beloved viewers will either add or subtract to that. How do they alter your points you may be asking, well, they pay of course. We prefer that you do not murder your fellow contestants until they've reached zero points but mistakes certainly happen." The electronic lock on the box on which Lainas dirt stained feet were propped suddenly unlocked, she swiftly stood up just as the lid opened and alongside the seven others she peered inside. "Before you lays an assortment of tools." The robotic voice said. "You may choose one and the games shall begin." Within the box was all manner of objects. Weapons such as knifes, crowbars, tazers and such, there were also various other things, grappling hooks, flashlights and so on. Robert tried to grab a knife but the other contestants were quicker and practically shoved him aside leaving him with few options...the best of which was a metal golf club so he grabbed it. He looked around only to feel even less confident, most of the others were giant muscular men wielding large knives, bats with nails and other generally intimidating though though Robert couldn't help but look at Laina like she was an idiot upon seeing she'd chosen a map. "Wow." He scoffed, trying and failing to hide his own insecurities. "What are you gonna do? Give us paper cuts?" She gave him a degrading pat on the head. "No, I'm gonna use it to find you." She smiled, making Robert take a step back. "You know what G.I Joe used to say...'Knowing is half the battle' and the other half if extraordinary brutality." "Contestants." The ringermaster chimed in through various speakers. "We will begin momentarily...but first one of our viewers has paid extra for his comment to be read...'MemeMaster69' says "Laina when you run into Robert please smash his dick a few times."" Several contests chuckled, Robert stood there awkwardly and almost flinched as a cheekily smirking Laina wrapped a arm around his shoulder while staring up at a camera. "I've got you MemeMaster, let's hope I can hit such a tiny target!" Several minutes later... The contestants had all been shuffled off down different halls and underground corridors, currently Robert was walking up a flight of stairs with his gold club at the ready. Upon reaching the top he opened a door, finding himself outside and he was in what appeared to be some generic abandoned industrial area, it was night, there was rusty barrels, crates and overgrown grass scattered around all of which was sparsly illuminated by dim lights. Robert could see various old warehouses in different states of decay, most of which looked on the verge of collapsing, past these warehouses was some massive structure, creaking and rusty, that looked to be some sort of abandoned factory thing with ladders, assembly lines and viaducts but to Robert it just looked like some weird tower of rusted trash. Something odd immediately caught his attention. Way off in the distance on the opposite side of the arena was a towering electric billboard, it bore the name of every contestant along with their points. Apparently Laina was already the favorite, everyone else had exactly one-hundred points but she had six more. "Damn simps..." Robert grumbled only to nearly scream with fright as from the depths where he had just emerged several dozen little drones came flying out before they scattered. Mostly, several hovered nearby to provide a livestream of his actions to the viewers. "...What kinda freak would watch this? Whatever...time to murder some fuckers, smash Lainas teeth in and earn my freedom." Like some omnipresent being, the ringmasters robotic voice boomed through hidden speakers scattered about. "Contestants you may commence with the mayhem, enjoy. Try to put on a good show, admission for our viewers certainly isn't cheap." And with that the deathmatch had begun. Robert took a few steps forward while under drone surveillance, he hated how nervous he felt, it certainly didn't help as shouting and the sounds of violence rung out nearby as two contestants ran into eachother. Gripping his golfclub he peered all around before going in the opposite direction of the noise, he turned the corner of the warehouse and found himself between that building and another about twenty meters wide, the space was loaded with shipping containers. With various different colors, they were kinda just haphazardly shrewn about, some had others on top of them, some were open and all together it looked like some poorly constructed maze. "Well...I guess maybe I can creep around in here." Robert mumbled, holding his weapon out and at the ready, while fully intending to just hide. As he took his first step he flinched as a loud beep came from the billboard, he'd lost several points. "Ugh fuck you guys." Another loud beep and several more points were deducted, so Robert flipped up his middle finger towards the nearest drone before entering the maze of shipping containers. Elsewhere in the abandoned industrial park there more sounds of violence with the scoreboard beeping nonstop. As Robert wandered deeper in he grew increasingly paranoid that someone would attack without warning, so every time he came to a corner he'd quickly jump around ready to strike only to find nothing but more shipping containers, random trash and one time a rat running across the asphalt. After doing this several times and quickly becoming lost in the dark maze a noise came from behind so Robert immediately spun around with his golfclub swinging, the only thing he hit was the air. "Nervous?" Lainas heavily accented voice mocked from somewhere. Robert felt his heart rate quadruple in speed as he kept walking. "You look like you wanna cry." She said, her footsteps could just barely be heard atop a metal container.  "C-come down here and fight!" Robert yelled, practically spinning in circles as he walked while trying to find the elusive blonde but after a few seconds he stopped and forced himself to calm down a bit as he kept looking around. "Hurry up, our creepy watchers are gonna get bored, we d-" A glass bottle flew from above and smashed on the top of Roberts head. "Goddammit you Australian cunt!"  "Australian cunt?" Laina chuckled from wherever she was. "You can do better than that, Robby-boy." "I'll find you eventually." Robert said, more angry than afraid now. "I can smell your nasty feet from here." "Ohh you'll be smelling them alright, you'll be getting all kinds of nice big whiffs soon!" Laina said, Robert turned a corner and down container corridor he spotted the blonde standing atop one with a cheeky, confident grin. She was leaned comfortably against a green container stacked upon a blue one. "Come on then, come take a sniff." Without hesitation Robert sprinted towards her while Laina stood there with her right foot aimed at him showing him the dirt, sweat and nasty filthy footwraps clinging to her sole. just as he neared the container she ran off behind the green container. He jumped, grabbed the top and began to pull himself up, once he was about halfway through that process he felt a tinge of fear as Laina reappeared, she towered above him with a smirk. Before he could react, Roberts face became a victim of a not particularly hard stomp as the blondes dirt stained tan sole slapped down with Roberts nose slipping right between her slender toes while his lips were squashed by the terribly warm, very sweaty ball of her foot. "Aww, you're giving me a kiss?" Laina chuckled, clenching his nose hard with her toes. "Now how about a you take a nice whiff? Haven't showered for days." "How about you go fuc-" That foot gave him a powerful stomp that sent Robert plummeting down. He landed hard on his back, smacking his head and leaving him in a daze, as he lay there he could hear beeping from the scoreboard which undoubtedly signaled Laina receiving more points or him losing some, probably both. His daze was abruptly ended as a wad of spit smacked into his forehead, looking up he saw the cocky Australian still standing atop the container. "Come on you lazy bastard, nows not the time to be taking a nap." Laina said only to smirk as Robert immediately started climbing once more, within a moment he'd reached the top and took a swing with his golfclub which Laina effortlessly ducked under before prancing backwards several feet. "You can do better than that!" Robert ran forward, golfclub raised and just as he began to swing he came to an abrupt halt as Lainas dirty, wrapped foot crushed his guts with a kick. Before he could even gasp in pain the blonde spun and swung her other foot which smashed into the side of Roberts head so hard he very nearly fell off the container, he came right to the edge and just as he balanced himself once more he watched as Laina gracefully leapt to another container.  "Ugh..." He grumbled. "I'm gonna enjoy killing this chick." Robert followed, his jump was much less graceful but it worked, unfortunately Laina had already gotten rather far ahead of him, five containers ahead specifically before she came to a halt to watch her opponent with a amused grin and with tan toes just barely poking over the the edge. The scoreboard beeped, Laina watched her score drop down several points to one-hundred and six but she shrugged it off.  "Hmm, guess me running off doesn't make for a very fun fight, huh?" She sarcastically asked the various drones hovering around filming everything. "Well don't worry my dears, I've got a plan." Robert had already began his pursuit, he ran quickly, leapt several times, quickly closing the gap and as he jumped towards Laina a horrible disaster befell him. The Australian kicked out her foot while he flew helplessly through the air, his crotch smashed into her heel and Robert filled the arena with a terrible scream before dropping several meters like a rock to the asphalt below. Meanwhile Laina chuckled and pointed to the nearest drone. "That one was for you, MemeMaster69!" She winked. She looked down just in time to see Robert throwing his golfclub like a terrible spear, the metal head smacked into her face and sent her stumbling back. By the time she stopped her very angry, slightly limping opponent had climbed atop the container, retrieved his weapon and was sprinting at her already swinging. Caught off guard, Laina raised a arm which blocked the strike with a great deal of pain though that hardly mattered as Robert gave her a solid punch in the face. "What happened you nasty barefoot bitch? I thought you were tough!" Robert mocked, Laina yelped as her hair was grabbed and she was pulled then thrown over the edge of the container. Robert watched with satisfaction as crashed into the ground only for his grin to fade as lots of his points were deducted. "What? Fuck you, you simps!" For that the viewers brought him down to a measly fifty points but Robert was too busy to care at this point, he leapt into the air and was intent on crushing Lainas skull. Just before impact the blonde sprung into action, her lower half jerked upwards and Roberts vision was filled with her two dirty soles which crashed into his face with such force he nearly did a complete flip mid-air before smashing into the asphalt so hard he laid there groaning, feeling like he'd gotten several broken ribs and a concussion. "You silly little bitch-boy." He heard Laina chuckle just before her foot stomped into the back of his head, she was about to speak again but instead let out a mocking laugh. Robert then groaned as her foot tilted his head to the side, forcing him to look at the billboard. "That's a flattering look for you." Robert felt a surge of embarrassment as he saw the screen, it showed a somewhat blurry photo of him just after being kicked with his agonized face sporting two very distinct dirty footprints. Fortunately for him that picture swiftly vanished as the screen flashed and revealed that, somewhere, the first contestant had died. Lainas foot then pushed down into the side of his head with such force he could only scream as he started blindly reaching around for his golfclub. "Wow Robby, look at that!" Laina said, she picked up the golfclub, stepped back and smashed Roberts head with it, sending him right back down before she threw it flying through the air. "I'm shocked! You somehow weren't the first to die, lucky you! But that's good, I don't want our fun to end yet. So yea, let's go lazy, get up!" "Do you ever stop talking?" Robert groaned. "No, not really." Laina smiled as he slowly got up while already looking halfway defeated and rather disheartened. He tried rubbing the footprints off but ended up just smearing the dirt around. "But anyways." Her foot swung up straight into his crotch once again and Roberts hands shot down to hold his bruised sausage leaving him utterly defenseless which Laina swiftly took advantage of. As Robert wheezed in agony her dirty left sole slammed straight into his chest, another kick came flying which he tried to block but failed, it struck his stomach and sent spit flying from his mouth as he nearly doubled over. "Aren't ya gonna fight back?" Laina chuckled. Just as Robert straightened up his face once again caught the blondes bandage wrapped foot which left another very visible imprint, another kick struck his face and then a third smashed into his neck forcing a gag from Robert as he stumbled backwards. He likely would've collapsed but instead he slammed into the red wall of a shipping container which he swiftly discovered was made of very solid steel as Laina lashed out with another kick to his face that made his head bounce off the container like a ball. "Seriously! Fight back!" Laina mocked without giving Robert the slightest chance to do so as she hammered her large feet into him over and over. "This is a tad bit boring, good training though." Robert tried to defend himself from the onslaught of kicks but Lainas feet moved as swift as lightning with the man crying out in agony after every strike. Her left foot smashed his face again, her right bruised his guts then gave his face another solid kick, he attempted raising his arms but Laina simply kicked his rising hands which slammed them back against the container, a dozen or so more kicks came before finally Laina jumped backwards, ran forward and leapt with her foot raised. As her dirty moist sole smashed into Roberts chest he felt a crunch and spat blood as several of his ribs were fractured along with his confident. Surprisingly the kicks stopped with Robert immediately dropping to his hands and knees, on the verge of begging for mercy. Looking at the ground he saw Lainas deadly feet appear, she let out a bored yawn. "Tell you what, Robby-boy, I'll be nice and...oh look at that." Laina nonchalantly paused as the electric scoreboard announced another death. "But, yea anyways, since I'm such a nice gal and all I think I'll let you scurry off, catch your breath, maybe have a existential crisis or whatever. And then I'll find you for some more fun." Lainas foot stomped down onto Roberts back and he was nearly shoved flat as she used him as a springboard to leap up onto the container behind him, his fearful gaze quickly followed but she already gone.  "F-fuck me." He stuttered as he barely managed to stand and staggered off in a random direction. "I'm really about to be killed by some weird barefoot Australian whore." Elsewhere and several minutes later, in some parking lot overloaded with overgrown grass and trash a contestant significantly more muscular than Robert was on the brink of death.  "Oh come on! Is that all you've got, big boy?" Laina giggled with delight as she stood atop his face. Smothering him while holding his arms, pulling him into her nasty bandage wrapped soles. The man, whom appeared rather intimidating otherwise, let out loads of muffled screams and just as many disgusted gags as he struggled. He shook and bucked violently and probably would've been able to throw the young Australian lass off him if she hadn't broken his legs several seconds into the fight. As his body began to shut down he wasn't sure which was worse...the fact that what little oxygen was within him was tainted with the terrible stench of Lainas feet, or the feet themselves which were stained with dirt, steamy with sweat and wrapped in bandages that were horrifically moist. Another several seconds passed with the man resisting less and less until finally he went lip, Laina released his arms with a cocky smirk. "Aww, really? That fast?" She asked, not bothering to step off the man's throughly flattened face. "That fight last what? Like a minute, geez what a loser..." Elsewhere... Roberts face went pale as he watched the scoreboard change in the distance, it showed a picture of the 'battle' that had just ended with Laina still smothering the dead contestants face while smiling and making a little peace sign at the nearest drone whom took said picture. "Oh my god...s-she's a psycho." Not too far away he then heard a familiar voice sing out.  "Oh Robby-boy, where are you?"  The now terrified man sprinted into the nearest building and slammed the door, perhaps a bit too loudly. Regardless he ran into its depths, it was yet another warehouse made of brick that seemed on the verge of collapse but that and the buildings layout was irrelevant as Robert immediately saw a way to escape his barefoot pursuer; some sort of loose metal grate in the ground which he hastily pried up and jumped into the  maintenance tunnel below. The ceiling consisted of a unbroken line of those rusty grates that allowed the tiniest bit of light in, the tunnel itself was terribly cramp, constructed of concrete, had pipes running along its walls and perhaps most importantly, none of those damned drones followed him down. Robert wasted no time, he began running along while praying he would find some accidental exit from this incredibly fucked-up game. Instead he sprinted for about ten seconds before nearly shrieking like a child as Laina emerged from the darkness further along, he came to a stop so hard he almost tripped. "Ho-how did you get down here so fast?" Robert stammered, tempted to run the opposite direction. "It wasn't that hard, I saw you run into the building. Looked like you were about to piss yourself." Laina chuckled, starting to casually stroll forward down the narrow passage. "And how'd I find your little escape tunnel? Well, I got that remember? I guess it wasn't a stupid pick after all." She clapped her hands together eagerly. "But yea, time to continue our little duel." The blonde had a devious smile as she came to a halt a few meters away. "And I'll even be nice, again, you can attack first. Not that it's gonna help, obviously." Robert put up his fists then tried and failed terribly to sound confident. "A-alright well, I used to take boxing lessons." He said with a shaky voice. "So I don't need a golfclub to beat your ass." "Riiight." Laina simply rolled her eyes, Robert threw a punch and she stepped back, he tried again and again she effortlessly moved back. "Lucky for you there's no cameras down here, this is embarrassing."  Robert threw several more punches with Laina easily just stepping backwards to dodge them until finally he tried a kick which was a terrible mistake. She sidestepped, surged forward and drove her knee straight into his crotch for the millionth time which filled the narrow tunnel with Roberts pained screams. Before the man could retaliate, his head was grabbed and his face was smashed into a nearby pipe once, then again and again and again with the metal bending a bit before Laina finally gave Robert a kick to the chest that sent him flying backwards. Feeling like he had a broken nose, Robert very quickly and very cowardly started crawling away while Laina just watched with amused disbelief, but only for a moment or so. "STOP!" She commanded and paused to laugh as Robert immediately froze. "Now, unless you want me to smash your head into the ground, roll over." Robert obeyed which was a terrible mistake, Lainas right foot stepped down hard onto his groin, her left stomped onto his stomach, the right then smashed into his already fractured ribs and finally the left lifted high into the air allowing Robert to catch a detailed glimpse of the cheeky Australians foot. It was long and slender, with a pleasant tan color that was completely negated by it being stained with black dirt and smeared with sweat. Only her heel, long toes and the ball of her foot was visible as the sole tightly wrapped up in bandages that started out white but had absorbed so much sweat and filth they were now an off-putting grayish color. As Lainas left sole stomped down onto Roberts neck he quickly found out that those foot-wrappings not only looked gross but felt utterly nasty as well. "I'll make you a deal." Laina smirked, her foot pressing down so hard the man couldn't breathe though he didn't dare resist as Laina kept speaking with satisfaction. "Since we're all alone down here, it wouldn't make for a good show if I killed you where no one can see...so, since you've insulted my lovely feet like thirty times I think it's only fair for you to make it up to me?" Robert certainly didn't like the sound of that but he clearly wasn't in a position to argue, or even actually speak since he couldn't breathe. "So you'll be a good little boy and do whatever I want, you'll kiss my feet, lick them, smell them, treat me like the wonderful Aussie princess we all know I am. Until the next retard gets killed, then I'll let you run off." Laina said and as if on cue the muffled sound of the scoreboard signaled another death. "Aww, well that's unfortunate, now we'll just have to wait for the next, next retard. Anyways, I'm just gonna assume you agree so..." The foot lifted from Roberts throat and just as he started sucking air through his nose that foot smashed down with a sadistic amount of strength but somehow the stench he snorted in was worse than the pain. Robert barely inhaled for half a second before bursting out with coughs which only made Laina squash his face even harder and unfortunately he was so oxygen deprived already he had no choice other than continuing to breathe in...which he did, with tears immediately swelling in his eyes while Laina watched with joy.  "Yes, that's it, get some nice nasty whiffs." She smirked as Robert suffered below on her dreadful foot stink that reeked of dried sweat, fresh sweat, bitter smelling dirt, old cheese and slightly of gravel from walking around on the arenas asphalt ground. The foot wrappings had their own special odor as well, the sweat soaked cloth smelt like the dumpster behind a doctor's office. "You're squirming and dying down there so hard it kinda seems like the stink is worse than all the ass-kickings I've given you." Robert certainly agreed with that statement. His head had already been aching but now, after barely five seconds of sniffing the nasty tan foot, his skull was absolutely pounding with nauseous pain. That agony, combined with the knowledge he was probably going to die soon along with the fact Lainas right foot was standing atop his fractured ribs made the man feel like he was already in hell and the blondes twisted smirk certainly didn't help. But still, Robert kept inhaling, coughing, inhaling and then coughing again for another few seconds until he the genius idea of breathing through his mouth to avoid the toxic stink, he started doing that and nearly gagged as he sucked in warm steamy air moist with sweat but his plan instantly backfired. "Oh? Opening your mouth, huh? Well that must mean you're ready to start licking, right?" Laina giggled while knowing Robert absolutely did not want that, she then decided she no longer wished to stand and simply dropped down. Her very firm rump smashed into Roberts stomach with his upper body jerking up as he screamed but both her feet slammed into his face, swiftly shoving him back down. "You know, your stomach is pretty comfortable seat, probably thanks to me tenderizing it so much." After that the beatings started again, Lainas feet lifted and Roberts face came under a playful assualt. His cheek was slapped by the right foot so hard that his whole head turned only to be struck in the face by the left which sent him back to the right which smashed his skull once more, the left slapped him again, then the right and so on with his head rolling around like a constantly yelping ball. "Hey didn't I tell you to start licking?" Laina demanded as she happily tormented the man. "How c-" The right foot slapped him extra hard, as did the left, then the rights heel smashed into his mouth sending it back to the left foot which swiftly returned it to the right. "How ca-" His head was smashed back and forth again and again several more times with Laina simply snickering as she used her two gross tan feet like sweaty bats. Finally the clearly defeated man shouted incredibly fast. "How can I lick them like thi-"  His head kept rolling side to side being mercilessly. "Well figure it out you dumb cunt. Start licking somehow or I'll have to smash your brains out." Laina promised with a mocking tone and a taunting gaze, she reached behind herself, pulled Roberts legs up and proceeded to use them as a backrest just as the man shoved his tongue out.  With his head being violently rocked back and forth nonstop Robert could barely see anything clearly but 'luckily' for him Laina started slamming her feet into his face rather than the sides of his head during her merciless kicks. So his tongue was crashed into by various parts of her feet in rapid succession, first he tasted her left heel and nearly vomited from the taste of her dirt stained, sweat soaked tan skin. Next his tongue was smooshed against the foot wrappings of her right foot, upon impact a nasty amount of warm sweat burst out onto his tongue which nearly drowned his tastebuds. Next five toes slapped into him, with Roberts tongue unfortunately slipping between them which made the tortured man erupt with a gag which only grew louder as he once again got to taste the right foots soggy bandage wrappings. "You're doing a great job!" Laina praised with a teasing tone. "Well your heads doing a great job at being a ball, your foot licking skills need some work though. So..." Roberts head was kicked once more and just as he was facing upwards both his cheeks were smothered by the Australian lasses feet, stopping the nauseating back and forth movement. The right foot then rose up above him, wiggled its toes mockingly and then positioned its heel right above his mouth whose tongue was still out. Much to his own shame, Robert didn't even need to be ordered to lick, he just lifted his head and attacked the nasty tan heel with his tongue, he managed to lick around in circles several times before the foot started slowly moving downwards, his tongue slid up the heel and onto the incredibly moist bandages which made him gag as once again a ton of sweat oozed out, all of which leaked down into his mouth. Then he got to taste the ball of her foot, just below the toes, which was just as revolting as everywhere else but this lasted only a moment before the foot moved again and Roberts tongue was forced to rub against the sweaty wrappings once more, to his horror the foot then started moving side to side, smearing his tongue against the soggy cloth. Already his tongue was more soaked with warm putrid sweat than saliva, it burned terribly but Robert was far too fearful and pathetic to do anything about it. This continued for some time, with the man groaning and sniffling all while suffering in various dreadful ways, until after about thirty seconds he heard Laina scoff with amusement, at that point the womans tan heel smashed into his mouth so hard his tongue was shoved back in and his teeth felt on the verge of breaking. Despite that, Robert just kept swirling his tongue around her foul skin. "Are you crying?" She laughed. Robert let out a terribly muffled and miserable. "N-Nhoh." The heel twisted in his mouth with the foot turning to the side a bit, allowing Laina to look up his dirty, crying face and obviously the blondes giggles immediately filled the tiny maintenance tunnel. Fortunately, that foot then turned back allowing Robert to sob in peace, or at least it would have been peaceful but Lainas other foot began giving his cheek firm mocking slaps. The man also could barely even keep licking with how terribly his tongue burned thanks to all the sweat coating it which not only caused him pain but also made sure Robert whimpered constantly in disgust. "Oh Robby, my pathetic little friend, what should I have you do next I wonder?" Laina pondered, the slapping stopped and Robert felt horribly embarrassed as Laina used her toes to wipe away a tear all while he kept suffering from worshipping her dirty tan heel. "Ah, I know what sorta fun we can have." The feet were pulled away from Roberts face, Laina got off him and stood with the man immediately howling in pained as he received a stomp to the face. "Bow! Bow before your mighty queen!" Laina grinned and then chuckled as Robert hastily began groveling at her feet. He looked up for further instructions only to be kicked in his face. "And that was to remind you who's in control here! Tell me! Who's the boss?" "You are!" Robert yelled, bowing down with his face placed atop the womans odor oozing feet. "You're goddamn right!" Laina said proudly. "Looks like all those kicks to the brain might've made you smarter." Off in the distance the billboard chimed and indicated that yet another contestant had been slain. "Ah darn." Laina sighed, Robert grunted as her foot stomped down onto his head, pinning his face against her other foot. "I was gonna have you kiss my feet and tell me how perfect I am, but oh well, you can always do that the next time I beat you into submission. Oh and I think this means it just me, you and two other retards left...you know what that means?" Robert didn't answer, mostly because his face was busy being smeared into the moist top of Lainas tan foot. "Hey dumbass!" She yelled, merrily stomping Robert then continuing to crush his skull. "I asked you a question." "I-I don't know what it means!" Robert whimpered as her foot pressed down harder. "It means it's almost time for me to end your pathetic little life and then I'll get to be free!" Laina said with certainty and with that she lifted her head, she then scoffed with amusement as Robert didn't even lift his head from her foot until she, just for the fun of it, angrily shouted. "Now run away before I kill you!" Robert, despite his tormented aching body and several cracked ribs, jumped up and sprinted towards the tunnel entrance with all the speed of an Olympic athlete. He basically jumped out of the tunnel then sprinted out of the warehouse into the dimly lit industrial park with his head spinning all around in search of some place to hide on hopes he could simply cower in fear until everyone assumed he was dead. That scheme failed as almost immediately various drones began to follow him once more, recording his every move. Several minutes later... Robert had concocted a new plan, currently he was climbing the rickety ladder leading up to the top of that towering metal structure he'd seen earlier that rose high above the ground. He still had no idea what this thing was and frankly he didn't care about whatever its purpose was before being abandoned, all that mattered was he could probably find some way to escape this hell he found himself in. Once he was halfway up, about twenty meters off the ground, he just so happened to look to the side where he saw the two other male contestant engaged in combat back where all those shipping containers were.  Coincidentally Robert looked over just in time to see the large muscular bald one absolutely demolish the other mans head with a brick and with that the scoreboard chimed once more, leaving only three contestants remaining. "Damn...hopefully Laina runs into that guy..." Robert mumbled hopefully as he reached the top which consisted of a small square platform with various pipes, rods and whatnot emerging from the center. "No railings? No wonder this place got shut down." The cowardly man then cautiously approached the edge and peered around only to find nothing but utter darkness surrounding the industrial park, because it was night time. Not even a single light could be seen in any direction though that swiftly became the least of Roberts problems, several rose up to watch him and he heard the ladder creaking. He spun around and nearly stepped backwards off the ledge as he found Laina standing there with a eager, snarky grin. "There you are Robby, been lookin all over for you. Oh, and look what I found!" Laina held up the golfclub and immediately swung it like a baseball bat, it smashed into Roberts ear so hard he flew straight to the ground. But he quickly got back up, ready to fight with his fists clearly shaking. "I'm honestly surprised you didn't just start begging, but this works too." Robert moved to attack but Laina was infinitely more swift, her foot smashed into stomach so hard his upper body lurched forward which allowed Laina to smash her knee right into his jaw sending blood flying as Robert staggered backwards. The man stumbled back uncontrollably and very nearly stepped off the platforms edge only to be shaved as Laina hooked the golfclub into his shirt before pulling him back with Robert now running uncontrollably forward, right into Lainas foot which kicked into his face.  "No no, you can't die yet!" She mocked as Robert once again stumbled backwards, as he stopped he came under attack by a barrage of kicks. Three struck his chest, one hit his stomach, another hit his left shoulder with the other foot then hitting his right and just as he raised his arms in defense the metal head of the golfclub swung right into his crotch which forced the man to fill the air with his screams. As he instinctively held his smashed balls another powerful kick came, Lainas dirty sole smashed into his chest with such force that a crunching sound erupted as several of his ribs were finally broken. The blonde merely laughed and delivered another kick to his chest, sending him flying backwards to the ground where he landed with his head nearly on the ledge. Defeated, broken and terrified he just laid there as Laina approached, smugly twirling the golfclub like a baton. "Well well well, here we are again. You on the floor, me standing here all victorious and whatnot. But anyways, time for some more fun, don't you think?" Laina asked as she swung the club, Robert flinched only to be surprised as the head of it slid under his neck. Most of his upper body was then jerked upwards by the golfclub with Roberts face slamming into the wrapped, sweaty sole of Lainas awaiting dirty foot. Immediately he let out a agonized cry as the foot pushed his head with such force it bent back so hard that his neck felt like it would snap. Laina merely sighed with joy and contentment. "Ahh yea, that's nice. Nothing I love more than the feeling of a terrified little boys face under my foot. Now be good and start licking. With how savagely Lainas foot was pressing down onto his bruised face Robert could hardly even inhale her nasty stink through his crushed nose so sticking his tongue past his flattened lips was utterly impossible. But Laina didn't know this, or she probably did and didn't care, either way Roberts whimpers grew louder as the womans slender foot pressed down harder after about half a second. Immediately Robert felt like his head was about to snap off, he desperately tried begging but Laina only laughed at the various pathetic noises he made, he screamed and pleaded endlessly for several seconds before having to inhale her foot stink once more which was nearly as bad as the face-crushing due to his nose being flattened by the womans bandage wrapped sole, so upon forcibly snorting the warm tainted he gag loudly due to its horribly sour, nasty odor that burned his insides terribly. He kept begging but with his head bent back so hard his hair nearly touched his back he was unable to take the pain any longer, especially since that golfclub was digging into his neck, so he tried pulling the womans foot off his face which merely amused her. "I said 'lick' not 'massage' you dumb cunt." Laina mocked as Roberts fingers pleasantly squeezed her foot, occasionally slipping from its sweatiness. "But I guess I can't complain, walkin barefoot around this dump definitely made my feet a bit sore, so did kicking your ass like thirty times. Robert kept trying in vain to lift the smirking Australians foot, rubbing his fingers around her warm tan skin almost felt as unpleasant as being crushed by the foot. Just as Robert thought of stopping, the golfclub was removed from under his neck and that foot sent his skull crashing down onto the metal platform with all the might of a falling meteor, after impact Laina then kindly lifted her foot a few millimeters as she tossed away the goldclub. "But I guess I'd prefer a nice foot licking instead of your shitty massage so ge-" Laina paused happily as Robert once again began worshipping her foot with as much patheticness and shame as humanly possible, his tongue pressed into her sole so hard it shoved her foot up slightly. Within nanoseocnds he licked every single bit of her dirty tan skin and the nasty soggy footwrap while using all his strength to not gag, which he failed to resist doing several times. "Yea, keep doing that. It's almost a shame I'm going to have to kill you in a few minutes." "Y-you know you don't h-" "Ah no no no you silly lil fuck, no talking." Laina interrupted, giving him several hard footslaps to his cheeks all while Roberts tongue kept licking. "The only sounds I wanna hear outta you are gags, chokes, whimpers and you complimenting how pretty I am." Laina certainly wasn't disappointed as Robert made all those noises constantly, she just held her foot still and watched with amusement as the man desperately licked as if his life depended on it which absolutely didn't because he was totally dead no matter what he did. But Robert didn't know that so he kept licking with nothing but Lainas smirking face and her repulsive foot filling his vision. Currently Robert was hastily dragging his tongue in random directions against the ball of the womans foot with the occasional lick accidentally brushing across the nasty bandage wraps, he'd been licking Lainas dirty tan skin with all his might but the dirt staining her sole remained, making everything taste so much worse despite his efforts to clean it all away like a good slave. "You know, you sound like some kinda weird cat choking up a hairball with how much you're gagging." Laina mocked, her left foot pulled back and was immediately replaced by the right. Robert miserably went to work on the heel, choking loudly as on top of the nasty taste of warm sweat and dirt the womans foot had acquired a slight metallic flavor from standing atop the rusty metal platform.  "It must suck knowing all this being recorded and watched by thousands of weirdos." "Ye-" Laina jumped and both feet smashed into his stomach, forcing all the air from Roberts lungs. "Dumbass! Didn't I tell you not to talk, like, two minutes ago?" Laina demanded as she playfully foot slapped her slave several times before hovering her foot once more, her smile growing as she immediately felt his tongue slithering all around. "Yea...that's better." From behind Laina heard footsteps but it was too late to turn, the third contestants grabbed her from behind and held her in some kind of headlock. "Hey you foot licking freak!" He yelled at Robert. "Get up and beat this psycho bitch!" Overjoyed by this sudden change of power dynamics, Robert very eagerly began to stand but he didn't even rise halfway before Lainas foot smashed into the side of his head so hard his neck cracked and he was sent tumbling off the edge of the platform, screaming as he plummeted blindly downwards. He smashed through the metal roof of a warehouse, slowing him down just barely enough that instead of dying immediately upon impact only his legs were shattered to pieces leaving him laying there on the hard concrete ground writhing and moaning in agony. Way up above on the tower thing he then heard the terrified screams of the other man, followed by silence which was then broken as that guy also smashed through the roof though he was lucky enough to already be dead upon impact with a noticeably goldclub shaped hole in his head. "Oh fuck oh fuck!" Robert sobbed, he tried to move his legs and just ended up screaming in pain. "Don't worry Robby, I'm coming!" Lainas voice sang from above just as several drones flew in through the rooftops new hole. And from one a familiar robotic voice spoke as they hovered above. "Well contestant Robert." The ringmaster said. "Our viewers all agree, you've certainly been the most pathetic contestant thus far." "S-screw you!" Robert yelled, desperately glancing around for a way to crawl out but the large warehouse was empty and the only door he saw, a few meters away, opened the instant he noticed it. "No! Let me lay here and die alone!" "Oh Robby, you silly cunt." Laina smirked, loudly slamming the door and slowly approaching. "I can't do that, that's against the rules. Probably?" "Yes." A drone said. "See? I don't wanna break any rules." Laina said with 'sympathy', she stopped and pulled the wrappings off both her feet then continued to approach as Robert tried in vain to move. "The only thing I actually want to break is you, I'm already half way done." "Wait wait!" Robert begged just as Laina reached him, her right foot slammed down onto his broken ribs, pinning him. "Y-y-you don't have to do this! I'll be your foot boy, let me live! I can be your foot pet an-" The two footwraps were shoved into the patheticly weeping mans opened mouth, the bandages were like two sweat soaked sponges that erupted with the foul warm liquid the instant they entered. "Boy I've told you TWICE not to speak!" Laina shouted with psychopathic glee as Robert gagged while she used a finger to poke and shove every last bit of the wrappings into his mouth. "But you just won't listen so I'll just shut you up myself." Robert couldn't close his mouth due to the soggy fabric filling it and he wouldn't have had the opportunity to do so anyways as Laina immediately shoved her right foot in with such force it was basically a kick, her slender toes forced a loud 'acchkk' out of him as they pushed the wrappings deeper with the new pressure squeezing even more sweat out which all drained down Roberts throat, leaving him with no choice but to swallow the liquid which burned terribly on as it went down. As if the utterly vile sweat wasn't bad enough, Laina was intently observing his every twitch and groan with great interest as if she were watching some amazing movie, her wide grin certainly indicated she was having fun. Robert however was having an absolutely dreadful time, the Australian womans foot plugged his mouth so he had no choice but to inhale her repulsive foot odor through his nose all while his tongue was buried beneath the mound of sweat oozing footwraps. "You know, I don't think you're panicking enough." Laina chuckled at the violently gagging broken man whom filled the warehouse with muffled cries, Roberts eyes then widened as her foot pushed deeper. "There we go, much better! We gotta give the freaks watching a nice show!" And a 'nice' show they certainly received, assuming they were utter sadists. Lainas foot kept going deeper and deeper, within moments Robert felt the footwraps being shoved down his throat with more sweat oozing out which he could barely manage to gulp down before more filled his mouth. By now about half of the womans foot had been shoved inside him and already his jaw felt like it was on the verge of breaking but Laina showed no mercy as she just kept pushing, leaning all her weight onto that foot. Another moment passed before Robert was overcome with terror, Lainas tan toes along with the soggy footwraps sealed up his throat rendering completely unable to breath. "Oh? Something wrong?" Laina snickered, Robert felt the foot sink a bit deeper. "You can talk now, just tell me what's wrong." By now Roberts face was already turning an unhealthy blue and his lungs seethed with pain as bits of sweat dropped into their oxygen deprived chambers. His (probably concussioned) head was throbbing, he felt weak but he wouldn't simply lay down and die despite that being exactly what was recorded by the various spectating drones. He grabbed Lainas foot, using all his miniscule might he tugged at it, barely noticing how nasty and sweaty it was. "Oh you just wanted to give me another massage? How nice." Laina smirked, she twist her foot and a pained muffled gag came from the man. "But I gotta say Robby, your priorities are pretty messed up right now." With half her foot lodged inside his mouth and very swiftly entering his throat alongside her sweat rags, Robert knew he'd never be able to pull it out so he tried punching her leg. He raised his arms but they felt impossibly heavy, heavy enough that he barely managed to give the Aussie lass a light slap on the knee before his arms plopped harmlessly to the ground as his vision began to wane. "Oh come on, you can't be done already." Laina sighed with disappointment, Roberts body then jerked as the foot filling his throat suddenly bore all of the womans weight as her left foot rose into the air, sending her toes even deeper. The left foot then smashed down onto his broken ribs but, to Lainas disappointment, the man barely even screamed. Roberts tear filled eyes began to close with nothing but overwhelming agony covering his broken body, the last thing he saw was Lainas smirk fade as if she were annoyed that he'd ended her fun so swiftly and the last sensation he experienced was the nasty, tongue-burning taste of the cocky Australian girls vile footsweat that coated his mouth... "Wow? Really?" Laina groaned, she kept her foot inside another moment before pulling it out and giving her latest victims lifeless cheek a strong slap. Her smile quickly returned though as a pre-recorded applause played through the various drones which all swooped down to her. Foot smothering Roberts face, she took a sarcastic bow. "Thank you, thank you." "Congratulations on not dying contestant." The ringmasters robotic voice came from all the drones. "And what will you do with your new found freedom." "Well, I think I'll pick up where I left off and keep happily murdering innocent folks for the hell of it. But this was fun." Laina said, merrily giving Roberts nose a toe-squeeze. "But yea, next time you guys do this, call me."
