Chapter 3: Toe rape
My eyes are fixed on the ornate, golden tiles of the throne room's floor, as I kneel before Her Highness, Princess Annabella. My heart hammers in my chest, and my face feels flushed with shame. The cool air of the room causes goosebumps to rise on my exposed skin, and my long dark hair cascades over my bare breasts, offering me little comfort from my naked vulnerability. I am no more than a footstool for the princess, existing only to provide her with pleasure and submission.
"You look so beautiful today, Sarah," the princess purrs, her voice dripping with mockery. "I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that I have something extra special planned for you today."
I dare not look up, fearing the cruel gaze of the princess, and the satisfaction she takes in my humiliation.
I can feel her haughty blue eyes on me, scrutinizing my every inch as I sit here, my bare ass against the cold, hard marble of the floor.
I hear the rustle of her gown, and feel her presence shift closer. She leans in, close enough that I can feel the warmth from her breath on my cheek. "Clean my feet, Sarah," she commands, her voice tight with pleasure and dominance.
Her feet, I think silently, the very feet that have tormented and humiliated me so much.
I hate them, but I have no choice but to obey if I want to save myself from more pain and shame. My tongue snakes out, and I reach for her toes, flicking my tongue between them, tasting her sweat and the musky, metallic scent that emanates from her nails. The princess sighs, her heels digging into my back, forcing me closer to her.
I feel her toes curl, and a shiver of disgust ripples through me as I taste the dirt and grime that collects under her toenails.
But I keep going, lapping at her feet like a puppy, desperate for her approval. The princess takes every opportunity to ridicule me, and I cringe as I hear her giggle, amused by my servitude.
"That's enough, Sarah," she says finally, and I pull away, my heart racing. "Now, turn around and present yourself to me."
I swallow hard, my throat dry. I slowly turn around, and spread my legs, my bare ass presented to the princess.
"Good," she says, her voice low and throaty.
"Now, Sarah, my dear." I can hear the cruel smile in her voice, and a chill runs down my spine. "It's time for me to make you even more vulnerable and humiliated."
I clench my fists, my nails biting into my skin. I know what's coming. I've been through this before.
"Spread your cheeks for me," she orders, her words sending a wave of nausea through my stomach. I do as I'm told, gritting my teeth as I expose myself to her.
I hear the princess chuckle, the sound filled with amusement and cruelty.
"Remember, Sarah, you belong to me," she says, her voice thick with lust. "Your body is mine to do with as I please."
She reaches out, her fingers tracing a line down my spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I shiver, hating how my body responds to her touch.
"I love how you react to me," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
"I hate it," I reply, my voice trembling with a false bravado. "I hate every minute of it."
She laughs at my reply, her fingers still tracing along my body. "Oh, Sarah, that’s what i love to hear. The fact that you hate it but must submit is the best part of having a slave” She taps her fingers on my bare ass, emphasizing her point. I clench my fists, bracing myself for what I know is coming next.
The princess presses a finger between my cheeks, applying pressure to my puckered hole. I whimper in response, hating the feel of her doing this to me. “You’re so tense, Sarah. Relax.” She coos, sliding her finger in and out of me slowly. I tense up at the sensation, gasping as I feel her finger slide in deeper.
“You have nothing slave even you ass belongs to me, I think from now on you must ask my permission before peeing or pooping” she teases, twisting her finger inside me.
My cheeks burn with a mix of shame and anger, but I know I can't do anything to stop her. The princess has all the power in this situation, and I am completely at her mercy.
She starts to pick up the pace, moving her finger in and out of me faster and faster. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and my mind is consumed with the sensation of her invading my body.
“Stop! Please, princess, I beg of you,” I plead, tears streaming down my face.
“Please, stop.” I try to wriggle away from her grip, but she’s too strong for me. I’m powerless to do anything but submit to her twisted desires.
She smirks at me, her finger still buried deep inside my ass. “Stop? I only just started. Besides, you know you love it, Sarah,” she coos, moving her finger in and out in a slow, taunting rhythm.
I whimper, unable to deny the truth in her words.
My body responds to her touch, betraying my mind's rejection of her dominance. I bite my lip, feeling the heat pooling in my core as she continues to violate me with her finger. The sensation is both uncomfortable and arousing, and I can feel myself growing wetter with each thrust.
The princess seems to sense my arousal, and she takes full advantage of it. She begins to move her finger faster and deeper, and I can't help but let out a soft moan as she hits a spot that makes my entire body shudder with pleasure.
I close my eyes, trying to push away the feelings of guilt and shame that threaten to consume me.
"Look at me, Sarah," the princess orders, her voice husky and dripping with desire.
My eyes snap open, and I meet her gaze, my face flushed with embarrassment. She smiles, pleased with my submission.
"Good girl," she says, sliding another finger inside me.
I cry out, the feeling of fullness almost too much to bear.
But the princess doesn't stop. She pumps her fingers in and out of me, her rhythm fast and unyielding. I can feel the heat building inside me, my body trembling with every thrust.
"Please," I beg, but I don't know what I'm pleading for. For her to stop? Or to keep going?
"Please, what?" she asks, a devilish glint in her eye.
“‘Put your toes in my ass show me I am
Just a naked foot slave” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
She grins and obliges, spreading my cheeks as she wiggles her toes, teasing my puckered hole. Her feet are warm and soft, contrasting with the cold marble floor beneath me. The sensation is unusual and strange, but I try to relax, allowing myself to fall into the moment. Slowly, she pushes her big toe inside me, wriggling it around, causing me to clench around her.
She chuckles, murmuring that I need to relax and accept my place as her foot slave.
I can't help but feel powerless and humiliated as she continues to violate my body with her toes. The sensation is overwhelming, and I struggle to hold back a moan as she starts to move them in and out of me.
"That's it, my little foot whore, take it," she coos, her voice dripping with satisfaction and amusement.
"I know you hate this, and that's what makes it so much fun for me."
Her words cut through me like a knife, filling me with a mix of shame and anger. I hate that she knows how much this humiliates me, and I hate even more that she revels in it.
"When we're done, you're to tell everyone what I did to you," she continues, her voice low and menacing. "You'll tell them how you begged for more, how you spread your legs and begged for my toes in your ass."
I can feel my eyes welling up with tears, but I refuse to let her see me cry. I lift my head, meeting her gaze with as much defiance as I can muster. "I'll never do that," I say, my voice shaking.
The princess laughs, her eyes glinting with cruelty.
"Oh, you will, Sarah. You will."
She pulls her fingers out of me, causing me to gasp at the sudden emptiness. She brings them to my lips, forcing me to taste myself on her fingers. "Lick them clean, slut," she orders, her voice low and menacing.
I do as I'm told, my cheeks burning with shame and anger. I can't believe I let this happen again. I can't believe I'm still here, serving as a foot slave for this cruel and sadistic princess.
I've lost count of how many times she's forced me to submit to her twisted fantasies, and each time is more humiliating than the last.
But despite my disgust and anger, I can't deny the way my body responds to her touch. The way my skin tingles when she brushes her fingers against me. The way my heart races when she orders me to do something humiliating. And the way my core clenches when she violates me with her fingers or toes.