House of the Devils
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Once your body sank into that blackish gunk that was toejam things did get a hell of a lot better and fast. It was very soft, often crumbling in your hands but you managed to climb up the toejam like some kind of weird smelly ladder, and it was strong enough you could hold on to it and Rouge's walking would not send you back into the air. It was almost like wading through a swamp actually....half your body was buried in the toejam, it smelled and you were going through it until you knew for a fact that the rising footsweat that threatened your life was no longer an issue. This plan was....unorthodox to say the least but it was keeping you safe, but if Rouge saw this things would probably get bad enough that death was preferable.
And of course as this thought crosses your mind cruel irony struck in, Rouge's foot...big enough to be your entire state...no continent was rising, the sweat water levels seemed less threatening as you were getting lifted high up and light began filling your vision again...it burned your eyes a little. But you would've preferred staying in the boot than this...as you and Rouge's foot were brought into daylight she saw you with that insane vision of hers....and was no doubt turned on and pleased to the highest degrees. Your entire body was submerged in toejam that looked like sock lint to a normal sized person...and what sucked most of all was that now it was working against you, you were stuck.
Rouge didn't say anything though...yet, she just giggled playfully and removed her other boot and placed them to the side of her door. Even head deep in toejam you saw her gothic lolita central house, Rouge lived in...well an unusual home to say the least. Her family consisted of her, her mother, and a eleven year old sister....each dressing, acting, and resembling Rouge in the scariest ways. The House of Devils as you nicknamed it. Gothic decorations were everywhere as Rouge walked deeper into the building, humming some eerily seductive melody as she approached the end of the hallway.
She veered a left and you entered what looked like the Devil's nest. The room made Marilyn Manson look preppy, gothic decor, statues and gargoyles that were the size of Rouge's hands. Under her bed you could see all sorts of torture devices like what a dominatrix would have, whips, knives, handcuffs, and... stuff specialized for you; she mentioned it before but you just brushed her off...but oh no they were real. You saw things like what looked like a paintbrush meant for you, a hairbrush much to big for your own head, handcuff looking things, and right beside it...oh the horror..a jet black vibrator. Your first impulse was to run away and perform suicide, call for help, something...but nope; that wonderful idea for survival now held you trapped as Rouge sat her voluptous bottom on her silk covered bed.
She raised her foot and placed her heel on a desk beside her bed, flexing her toes at herself, looking right at you. "Well look at that, not even home yet and you've already joined my toejam. Someone's an eager beaver." If there wasn't a risk of getting toejam in your mouth, or a chance of Rouge actually hearing you you might've complained, but you bit your lip as she went on.
"You got yourself into this mess, get yourself out runt." She pointed at her watch with an evil smirk, "Oh and I have something for you to do so you might wanna hurry...you have....a minute."
The moment she said your time limit you jumped into it, shaking vigorously in a desperate attempt for freedom, but the toejam...it was surprisingly strong in the cool air of the home...dammit, in her boot it was weak but here it was strong...that was just kind of screwed up. You had one option, something you would never ever do if you could, but if you didn't Rouge would likely win and...god knows what she would do then. You opened your mouth...and bit at her toejam, eating out a chunk of the black gunk. To describe it...take the taste of licking a foot, expired food, the taste of a sock, and mix all that together than multiply it by about a billion, you hated it with a burning passion. But you stomached it and took another bite, then another, and another...and you kept going until your arms were free, and with free arms you forced yourself out and stood proudly between Rouge's toes...least until you saw her smirking at you.
"Not bad not bad little one. With two seconds to spare. Now you get to start your first chore....of a long long list." Rouge pointed at what appeared to be a scroll on her desk...and your jaw fell when you saw what was written on the outside to label it. "Slave chores"
"Now..." She giggled, "Time to...
And of course as this thought crosses your mind cruel irony struck in, Rouge's foot...big enough to be your entire state...no continent was rising, the sweat water levels seemed less threatening as you were getting lifted high up and light began filling your vision again...it burned your eyes a little. But you would've preferred staying in the boot than this...as you and Rouge's foot were brought into daylight she saw you with that insane vision of hers....and was no doubt turned on and pleased to the highest degrees. Your entire body was submerged in toejam that looked like sock lint to a normal sized person...and what sucked most of all was that now it was working against you, you were stuck.
Rouge didn't say anything though...yet, she just giggled playfully and removed her other boot and placed them to the side of her door. Even head deep in toejam you saw her gothic lolita central house, Rouge lived in...well an unusual home to say the least. Her family consisted of her, her mother, and a eleven year old sister....each dressing, acting, and resembling Rouge in the scariest ways. The House of Devils as you nicknamed it. Gothic decorations were everywhere as Rouge walked deeper into the building, humming some eerily seductive melody as she approached the end of the hallway.
She veered a left and you entered what looked like the Devil's nest. The room made Marilyn Manson look preppy, gothic decor, statues and gargoyles that were the size of Rouge's hands. Under her bed you could see all sorts of torture devices like what a dominatrix would have, whips, knives, handcuffs, and... stuff specialized for you; she mentioned it before but you just brushed her off...but oh no they were real. You saw things like what looked like a paintbrush meant for you, a hairbrush much to big for your own head, handcuff looking things, and right beside it...oh the horror..a jet black vibrator. Your first impulse was to run away and perform suicide, call for help, something...but nope; that wonderful idea for survival now held you trapped as Rouge sat her voluptous bottom on her silk covered bed.
She raised her foot and placed her heel on a desk beside her bed, flexing her toes at herself, looking right at you. "Well look at that, not even home yet and you've already joined my toejam. Someone's an eager beaver." If there wasn't a risk of getting toejam in your mouth, or a chance of Rouge actually hearing you you might've complained, but you bit your lip as she went on.
"You got yourself into this mess, get yourself out runt." She pointed at her watch with an evil smirk, "Oh and I have something for you to do so you might wanna hurry...you have....a minute."
The moment she said your time limit you jumped into it, shaking vigorously in a desperate attempt for freedom, but the toejam...it was surprisingly strong in the cool air of the home...dammit, in her boot it was weak but here it was strong...that was just kind of screwed up. You had one option, something you would never ever do if you could, but if you didn't Rouge would likely win and...god knows what she would do then. You opened your mouth...and bit at her toejam, eating out a chunk of the black gunk. To describe it...take the taste of licking a foot, expired food, the taste of a sock, and mix all that together than multiply it by about a billion, you hated it with a burning passion. But you stomached it and took another bite, then another, and another...and you kept going until your arms were free, and with free arms you forced yourself out and stood proudly between Rouge's toes...least until you saw her smirking at you.
"Not bad not bad little one. With two seconds to spare. Now you get to start your first chore....of a long long list." Rouge pointed at what appeared to be a scroll on her desk...and your jaw fell when you saw what was written on the outside to label it. "Slave chores"
"Now..." She giggled, "Time to...
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