From Worse to the Worst
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“I was never very patient,” Winry said to herself as she slowly pulled down her pants. It was always the same with her, she needed to get all the automail done now, she needed her parts now, she wanted Edward and Al back now, she needed to torture her parents killer now. There was no better time then the present in Winry’s mind and she refused to give Roy a single break. She bet the pervy alchemist enjoyed being pressed against her smooth rump.
Her fingers trailed over her cheeks, looking for where Roy was. She could barley feel him over the sweat running down her backside, but eventually she found a lump near the top of her right cheek. Roy was almost pressed tightly to her ass, held down by moisture and sweat. She had to peal the bug off her butt like he was a band-aid. Winry held him up to her face to see the damage she had caused and to hear his pathetic wails. It angered the vengeful giant when she saw what she perceived as her victim sleeping in her hand.
“Wake up, insect!” She growled and spit directly at her new toy. A big glob of spit splashed into Roy, covering him head to toe in thick, transparent drool. The sudden wetness woke him up with a jolt. Roy sat up to stare into the face of his nightmare. Winry’s eyes held only malice as she looked down at him, ideas on how to make him suffer ran rampant through her mind. Hawkeye had not given her any limitations to what she could do to Roy, other then not kill him, which was something she would never do anyway. Why kill Roy and end his suffering when she could make the man regret ever being born.
Roy wiped the slimy saliva from his face and looked pleadingly at Winry. “Please Winry, I’m tired and…”
Winry stopped Roy there when she reached for him and pinched his left leg between her thumb and forefinger. Roy cried out as he was painfully lifted out of her palm and dangled thousands of feet upside down. He was brought closer until he was hanging a few feet from Winry’s eye. He could see his reflection in her light blue eyes and he was horrified to see how ragged he had become. He looked twenty years older after suffering under Hawkeye and Winry. He could only imagine how he would look after Winry got through with him.
“Here’s the deal Roy,” Winry spat out, her fingers shaking as she spoke causing Roy to be jerked around. He moaned, but listened, knowing his survival depended on it. “I’m not Winry, I’m your goddess or mistress. Only humans can call me Winry and your scum. You understand?”
“Yes…mistress,” Roy quietly said, feeling disgusted in himself for giving in so soon. A teenage girl had turned the man that planned to one day be Fuhrer into her obedient pet. It was revolting. But when Roy saw that Winry hadn’t heard him, he said it louder anyway. “Yes Mistress!”
“Good, good, now the second part is very simple. You will do everything I say because I am your goddess. If you do a good job, I’ll treat you tolerably or at least as tolerably as you can treat scum. Disobey me and…”
Winry took a deep breath and let it out through gritted teeth. Her eyes blazed with fury that left Roy trembling. Winry had left it to his imagination what she would do to him if he disobeyed and he could think up a lot of horrible things. He felt broken and weak, unable to even muster the energy to think of defying this angry girl. He hung there upside down, limp and no longer able to fight the terrible fate that had befallen him. If Hawkeye could see him now, she’d known the job was done, but Winry neither cared nor wanted to care about Roy’s problem. She only wanted to hurt him.
Without another word to him, Winry lowered him to the ground and let him go when he was still as high as her knee. It was a long fall and Roy landed with a thud on the wooden floor. Winry didn’t bother looking at him as she adjusted her pants and sat down to take off her shoes. Roy lay right in front of her, looking up at her giant form miles above him. He was too weak to run and had not enough will to escape even if he was one hundred percent. He watched Winry take off her shoes and then socks and then watched with growing dread as they came down on either side of him. He gagged as the smell hit him. He wasn’t even that close, but the dense, fetid aroma reached his nose.
They smelled much worse then Hawkeye’s feet, far worse. His former subordinate took better care of her feet, washing them every day. A country girl like Winry saw no reason to keep cleaning between her toes or maintain good foot health. Also, Winry had been walking and sweating all day. The sweat glistened on her feet as they stood beside the weakened alchemist.
“Time to taste my foot scum,” Winry maliciously spoke and lifted one foot off the ground. Roy cowered in its shadow as it hung over him. Drops of sweat landed on his already wet and sore body. He fell to his back as the foot came down. Trapping him under it. He gagged and screamed as the wet smooth bottom of the foot smothered him. Her rank stench burned his lungs and Roy Mustang discovered a Hell much worse then Winry’s backside within seconds of being trapped under foot.
Her fingers trailed over her cheeks, looking for where Roy was. She could barley feel him over the sweat running down her backside, but eventually she found a lump near the top of her right cheek. Roy was almost pressed tightly to her ass, held down by moisture and sweat. She had to peal the bug off her butt like he was a band-aid. Winry held him up to her face to see the damage she had caused and to hear his pathetic wails. It angered the vengeful giant when she saw what she perceived as her victim sleeping in her hand.
“Wake up, insect!” She growled and spit directly at her new toy. A big glob of spit splashed into Roy, covering him head to toe in thick, transparent drool. The sudden wetness woke him up with a jolt. Roy sat up to stare into the face of his nightmare. Winry’s eyes held only malice as she looked down at him, ideas on how to make him suffer ran rampant through her mind. Hawkeye had not given her any limitations to what she could do to Roy, other then not kill him, which was something she would never do anyway. Why kill Roy and end his suffering when she could make the man regret ever being born.
Roy wiped the slimy saliva from his face and looked pleadingly at Winry. “Please Winry, I’m tired and…”
Winry stopped Roy there when she reached for him and pinched his left leg between her thumb and forefinger. Roy cried out as he was painfully lifted out of her palm and dangled thousands of feet upside down. He was brought closer until he was hanging a few feet from Winry’s eye. He could see his reflection in her light blue eyes and he was horrified to see how ragged he had become. He looked twenty years older after suffering under Hawkeye and Winry. He could only imagine how he would look after Winry got through with him.
“Here’s the deal Roy,” Winry spat out, her fingers shaking as she spoke causing Roy to be jerked around. He moaned, but listened, knowing his survival depended on it. “I’m not Winry, I’m your goddess or mistress. Only humans can call me Winry and your scum. You understand?”
“Yes…mistress,” Roy quietly said, feeling disgusted in himself for giving in so soon. A teenage girl had turned the man that planned to one day be Fuhrer into her obedient pet. It was revolting. But when Roy saw that Winry hadn’t heard him, he said it louder anyway. “Yes Mistress!”
“Good, good, now the second part is very simple. You will do everything I say because I am your goddess. If you do a good job, I’ll treat you tolerably or at least as tolerably as you can treat scum. Disobey me and…”
Winry took a deep breath and let it out through gritted teeth. Her eyes blazed with fury that left Roy trembling. Winry had left it to his imagination what she would do to him if he disobeyed and he could think up a lot of horrible things. He felt broken and weak, unable to even muster the energy to think of defying this angry girl. He hung there upside down, limp and no longer able to fight the terrible fate that had befallen him. If Hawkeye could see him now, she’d known the job was done, but Winry neither cared nor wanted to care about Roy’s problem. She only wanted to hurt him.
Without another word to him, Winry lowered him to the ground and let him go when he was still as high as her knee. It was a long fall and Roy landed with a thud on the wooden floor. Winry didn’t bother looking at him as she adjusted her pants and sat down to take off her shoes. Roy lay right in front of her, looking up at her giant form miles above him. He was too weak to run and had not enough will to escape even if he was one hundred percent. He watched Winry take off her shoes and then socks and then watched with growing dread as they came down on either side of him. He gagged as the smell hit him. He wasn’t even that close, but the dense, fetid aroma reached his nose.
They smelled much worse then Hawkeye’s feet, far worse. His former subordinate took better care of her feet, washing them every day. A country girl like Winry saw no reason to keep cleaning between her toes or maintain good foot health. Also, Winry had been walking and sweating all day. The sweat glistened on her feet as they stood beside the weakened alchemist.
“Time to taste my foot scum,” Winry maliciously spoke and lifted one foot off the ground. Roy cowered in its shadow as it hung over him. Drops of sweat landed on his already wet and sore body. He fell to his back as the foot came down. Trapping him under it. He gagged and screamed as the wet smooth bottom of the foot smothered him. Her rank stench burned his lungs and Roy Mustang discovered a Hell much worse then Winry’s backside within seconds of being trapped under foot.
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March 13, 2025
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