Enchanted by her Soles Pt. 04

He could not stand, or even crawl, but through sheer willpower John had dragged himself along the floor into the hallway. It had taken him ten full minutes to travel the short distance. He gasped for breath and lay on his side, his muscles aflame. Blisters covered his palms and knees, and he had to use his forearms and elbows to drag himself along the floor.

As John lay at the end of the hallway, he looked around. The walls were dimly lit by old wax candles, and were adorned with strange ornaments and totems. A dreadful chill filled John as he looked closely at the décor, to which he had been completely oblivious since his arrival. Skulls of strange animals, on which were carved strange runes, sat on tall cabinets. Blasphemous mockeries of religious idols covered the walls. On high shelves sat jars filled with shrunken heads, and other things so terrible John could not look at them.

Directly above him a large painting hung, which portrayed a terrible scene of bloodshed, worship, and sacrifice. It showed naked men degrading themselves and each other in front of laughing women, while other men cowered and begged. It showed towns and villages completely ablaze, their residents fleeing in terror from great winged beasts. It showed the just and the merciful being decimated, and women being seduced by an ancient power.

It was the middle scene of the macabre triptych which terrified John the most. Hundreds of men and woman bowed towards a throne made from the writhing, contorted bodies of blissful men. On this throne sat a tall, beautiful woman with long curved horns protruding from her forehead. Her hair and lips were a vibrant purple, and John recognised her glaring green eyes from his nightmares. She was completely nude, and as John's eyes fell, he saw Her full, perfect breasts, and Her long, thick cock.

John looked away and shuddered, now understanding the Sorceress' drunken taunts this evening, and gathered himself for the long journey to the front door.

Suddenly, John heard a strange noise coming from outside the house. Panicking, he stopped moving and listened out to hear a low, rustling hum. The sound got louder and louder, and light began to glow though the windows in the front of the house.

A car! A fucking car! He was certain of it; it was the sound of a car slowly making its way up the lane and toward the house! The sound grew louder until it stopped just outside, and was followed by the definite click of a car door opening. Someone stepped out of the car, and John heard a familiar voice call out.

"Hello! Excuse me, is there anyone home?" the voice called. John was certain that he knew the voice from somewhere in his own past. He worked harder to drag his naked body towards the front door, as he searched his newly returned memories for the owner of that voice.

"Hello! I'm really sorry to bother you, is anyone home? I am trying to find a friend of mine who might have come through here not long ago!" the voice called, louder as it approached the door.

Mark! That's Mark! Thank fucking God! John cried tears of joy and tried to call out to his oldest and best friend, but his voice was hoarse and he could only let out a whimper. He ignored the agony of his blistered hands and knees and furiously shuffled along the floor, grabbing at the cabinets and shelves to pull himself along.

"Is someone there?" Mark called. John heard the old wood of the front porch creak as Mark walked right up to the door, and the sound of the door-knocker rattled throughout the house. John panted and grunted as he tried to lift himself to reach the door handle. With all the strength he could muster, he began to push up from the floor.

An icy sweat came over John, and he froze. The sound of snoring had stopped.

Terror coursed through John as he tried to swipe at the door handle. He tried again to cry out to his oldest friend, only this time it was to warn him to get away, to turn and not look back!

It was no use. John had not heard the delicate steps of the Sorceress' bare feet on the floor as she approached him from behind. The woman smiled at his futile defiance, admittedly almost impressed with his spirit, and she stepped between his legs. She then stepped forward again with one of her long, delicate feet and brought it gently down on John's cock and scrotum, trapping them under her long toes and pinning them to the floor. John retched with agony as the woman gently pressed down on his testicles with her toes, and he writhed on the floor.

"Hello? Is somebody there?" Mark called out again. The door knocker slammed again, louder this time.

John tried one final time to cry out to Mark, to scream at him to get away, but as he opened his mouth, the woman gently increased the downward pressure on his manhood, and he convulsed in pain. The porch creaked as Mark searched the front of the house, trying to look in the windows.

"Oh, silly little slave!" the woman hissed, "Go ahead and warn him if you wish! Cry out, tell him to flee! Try to escape with him! Of course, if you did that it would be very inconvenient for me."

As she spoke, she began to lazily roll her foot over his trapped cock and testicles, without relieving any of the downward pressure. John was in so much pain that he could no longer move.

"I have no use for a slave who inconveniences me. And if I have no use for you, I have no use for these," she whispered as she pressed down ever so slightly harder, taking his testicles to their very limits. John gagged and coughed with pain.

"So go ahead, little John, call out to Mark and warn him!" she mocked, scrunching her toes around his scrotum, "Or, you can show me that you were wrong, and that you are sorry John. All you have to do to is kiss the ground and say you are sorry! Go ahead John, the choice is yours!"

Tears continued to stream down John's face as he lowered his head to the floor, and kissed it.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed silently.

"Good boy," she mocked, as she lifted her foot from his manhood.

John curled into a foetal ball in the ground, clutching at his aching scrotum. The sorceress stepped around him and pulled his head up by the hair. John looked up to see her staring into his eyes, a terrible smile on her face. The Sorceress delicately placed a finger in his gasping mouth, opening it wider. Smiling, she gathered a pool of saliva in her mouth, and then let it drool down into John's. His throat went numb as the saliva trickled down it, and everything went black.

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John awoke suddenly. He was back in the room where he had been earlier that night, but now he was in the corner on his knees, and he was weighed down with old, metal chains. John tried to stand, but he could not. He had full control of his body, and his thoughts were his own, but he could not move under the weight of the chains. He could not feel the phallus inside him anymore, but his ass throbbed and ached terribly.

"Yes Mark, breathe deeper, good boy!" the woman purred, "Now take your clothes off and let me see how much you adore me!"

John looked up across the room, and wept with horror at what he saw. The Sorceress was kneeling on the couch, leaning down on her forearms. Mark's face was pressed up against her ass, and he was sniffing furiously through her dress.

John watched in despair as Mark began tearing at his clothes, ripping his shirt open and tossing it aside. Mark then discarded the rest of his clothes with the same vigour, never taking his face away from the Sorceress' ass. As he pulled down his underwear his large, stiff cock sprung forward.

"Oh my, now that really is a man!" she squealed, and she started to slowly pull up her dress so that he could burrow his nose between her bare ass-cheeks. Mark moaned into her ass as he inhaled longer and deeper, his nostrils pressed against her asshole. The woman leaned back against his face and replied with moans of her own.

"Yessss Mark, be a good boy for me and breathe in your Goddess' perfect scent. I know what you crave, Mark! Sniff, my good boy, sniff!"

Mark's cock grew visibly larger and harder, and his groaning grew louder.

"I know more than anyone what you desire Mark. And I'm the only one who knows what you truly crave most of all! You dirty boy, Mark!"

John's body ached as he struggled under the weight of the metal chains, but he needed to help his friend. He tried to call out to Mark, to wake him from the trance John knew only too well, but his mouth had been gagged with the woman's monthly rag.

"I know all of your deepest, darkest desires Mark, and I will give them to you! Wouldn't you like that? My dirty, filthy boy," the Sorceress groaned as Mark tried to push his nose even deeper into her asshole.

John fought against his chains but could not move an inch. The woman noticed John's turmoil, and her smiled widened. She moved one of her hands down between her legs, and began to gently rub her pussy while Mark ravenously sniffed her asshole.

"Mmmmm show me how much you love me Mark, stroke that big beautiful cock for me!" she commanded, her breathing now heavier.

Mark grasped his cock and began to slowly jerk it, his grunting and groaning growing louder with each stroke.

"Devote yourself to me Mark, and I will give you pleasures you have only dreamed of! You can enjoy your darkest, dirtiest appetites with me, my filthy boy. I know the lusts you could never admit to anyone! Not even to your cunt wife!"

Mark stroked his cock harder, as the woman's hand moved faster and faster between her legs. She began to tremble and gripped the couch with her other hand. As Mark's jerking grew more intense and frenzied, the woman brought her feet together and cupped her soles below Mark's cock, waiting patiently to collect his seed.

"I know what you crave Mark, and I will let you have it! All you have to do is beg for it. Beg your Goddess, Mark."

"Please, Goddess! I beg you to f..." - Mark had not even finished mumbling the sentence into her ass before the Sorceress forced out a long, guttural fart into his face. As the gust of her gas pushed into Mark's nostrils, he sniffed more deeply than he ever had before, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Mark's body began to tremble violently, and he roared as he shot rope after rope of thick, white cum over the Sorceress' soles. He did not stop his frenzied jerking as he sniffed desperately, and his cum continued to pour from his cock, covering every inch of her soles.

The woman shuddered and groaned as her own orgasm sent her into convulsions of pleasure. Her face fell to the couch and she screamed into a cushion, and John could see Mark's chin glisten with her cum. As her breathing became less ragged and her quivering began to calm, she reached back and pushed Mark's face away from her ass. Mark slumped back and knelt with his head bowed, his eyes completely glazed over.

The woman slowly shifted over in the couch, sitting back and resting her long, cum-covered soles on the small table in front of her. As she moved, she was careful not to let a single drop of Mark's seed fall from her soles.

The Sorceress let out a long, satisfied sigh, and had a dopey look of relaxation on her face.

"I have to tell you, John, this has actually been a most enjoyable night, even with your silly little display of 'defiance' earlier. And as you have clearly seen, dirty little Marky and I could have a lot of fun together without you, so maybe I don't need you after all! Sure, he doesn't give up his seed quite so easily, or as quickly as you do, but look at that gorgeous cock!"

John looked at his oldest friend with tears in his eyes and tried to will him to wake from his daze. Mark knelt, motionless, his mouth agape, completely stupefied.

"And look at all this beautiful, thick, sticky seed on my soles John!" she teased, as she slowly wriggled her cummy toes. John's soul burned with shame as he felt his own cock stir at the sight of her soles, and of his friend's cum trickling between each delicate wrinkle.

"I could just use Mark's seed in my magic, couldn't I? And then I wouldn't need you, would I? With all of Mark's lovely seed, I don't need yours!"

As she said this, she lifted her hand and made a loose fist before slowly and gently closing it. John felt the grip of a phantom hand grab his scrotum and he winced. As the hand began to squeeze tighter and tighter, John tried to writhe in pain, but the chains prevented him from moving.

"Aww little John, poor silly boy. I suppose it would be a shame to throw away all we have done together over a silly little quibble. And your seed had worked so well in my preparations! It would be a shame to destroy the source."

The woman continued to slowly close her fist, and the phantom hand's grasp on his testicles tightened.

"I certainly couldn't let anyone else have such useful seed John, you understand!" she laughed.

John vibrated with agony, his mind empty except for pain and the instinctive need to protect his manhood. He tried to thrash within his chains as sweat poured from him.

"But I'm nothing if not benevolent, little John, so I will give you the choice. You can choose, of your own free will, to be my good little slave and we can forget any of this happened! Or, big Marky here can serve me and you can leave. Well, not all of you can leave, but you know what I mean!"

John's tears blinded him. The pain in his testicles nauseated him, and he could bear no more.

Suddenly the chains fell from around John and he collapsed forwards, coughing as he pulled the rag from his mouth. He tried to cradle his scrotum in his hands, but the pressure continued to grow.

"If you want to go, then go! But if you want to stay and serve me John, you will have to show me a sign of your devotion," she said in a stern voice, "Show me that I don't need Mark, or his big beautiful cock. Show me that I don't need his seed!"

John thrashed on the floor, groaning and wailing in agony, desperate for the pain to stop.

"Little John, so long as I have all of Mark's seed coating my beautiful feet, I don't need yours," she said again, and John looked up to see the Sorceress looking back at him with a raised eyebrow and an expectant expression. "Well, John?"

John could not bear to look at Mark as he began to crawl forward, entirely of his own volition. His shame cut through him as powerfully as the pain from his testicles, as he slowly stumbled on his hands and knees towards the woman's cum-covered soles.

As he moved forward, the pressure on his scrotum eased, and he quickened his pace. He paused just before the table, and tried to push out of his mind the thoughts of his family and friends, and of his life beyond the house. He cried and cried and tried to suppress his thoughts of the betrayal he was about to commit.

John looked up again. His face was mere inches from the woman's soles, which glistened and shone in the glow of the fire. Her soles were entirely covered in thick splatters of cum, which slowly oozed down from between her toes. Layers of cum pooled in each wrinkle of her soles, and thick streams gently made their way down each delicate arch.

"Good boy! Prove that you want to serve me forever! Choose to make this sacred covenant with me and show me that you are devoted to me! Accept that you will not be John anymore; you will only be my little slave!"

The combined aroma of his oldest friend's cum and the Sorceress' feet filled his nose, and he fought to supress a retch. John looked up at the woman's face a final time; her grin was as wide and terrifying as he had ever seen it.

John opened his mouth and brought his face down to the Sorceress' heel, where some of Mark's cum had begun to pool. He used his tongue to scoop up the cum and bring it into his mouth, and forced himself to quickly swallow it.

The Sorceress howled with laughter. The brackish taste of his friend's cum made John gag as it travelled down his throat, but he forced himself to continue. He again brought his tongue to her heel, and this time slowly glided it up along her delicate arch and to her big toe, scooping up as much of his oldest friend's cum as he could. Again, he swallowed, and again he gagged, and then he sucked on her big toe until it no longer tasted of cum.

By the third time John brought his tongue to her cum-covered sole, his feelings of guilt and shame began to settle, and the pressure on his scrotum had eased completely. As he trailed his tongue up her sole again, ensuring to linger at each wrinkle so that no cum was missed, the familiar warm sense of calm returned. His pain began to fade, and he relaxed.

He took each of the Sorceress' toes in his mouth and worked his tongue between them, and he sucked each toe vigorously. As he did so, the memory of who he was became unimportant to him, and faded away. Any thoughts of people he may have once known began to flicker out, and his desire to flee was replaced by a desire to show his devotion to his Mistress.

He took his time to ensure that his Goddess' entire foot was completely free of cum, retracing every wrinkle several times for good measure, and then he eagerly moved to her other sole. He brought his hungry mouth to her other heel, and by this point he was completely unaware of the other kneeling man in the room. His entire being was consumed by the need to prove to his Goddess that he was hers. The embers of John were dying, deep within him.

The slave now lapped like a dog at the Sorceress' cummy sole, sucking on it and tonguing it ravenously. He slurped all of the thick cum that was streaming down her arch, and it tasted delicious to him. He greedily ran his tongue back and forth between each wrinkle of her sole, desperate to find more cum.

The Sorceress looked down at her little slave, his cock desperately erect as he searched her soles with his tongue, and she bellowed with shrill laughter.

"Good boy, little slave, good boy!" she cackled.

The Sorceress' laugh rang in the slave's ears and filled him with joy, and at the sound of her encouragement he endeavoured who prove his devotion to her even more. He brought all of her toes into his mouth and worked his tongue between them, gathering up the last dregs of cum. He then began to lower his head, to bring her toes deeper and deeper down his throat. He ignored his own gagging and brought them deeper and deeper in. His eyes rolled back in his head and his cock throbbed and strained.

The Sorceress watched her slave degrade himself with delight. She gloried in the stupid look of satisfaction on his face as he choked and gagged on her foot, and she spread her thighs apart as she relaxed back into the couch. Once more she pulled up her dress up, and brought her hand down between her legs. She let out a gasp as she began to massage her clitoris, more vigorously this time, and she groaned and sighed with deep satisfaction.

Without looking at him, the Sorceress waved a hand at Mark and muttered instructions to him, as if to shoo him away, and with that he stood and silently stumbled away, his head still bowed.

With another lazy wave of her hand, the black phallus floated slowly down through the air from its place on the mantelpiece, towards the slave's ass. The slave felt its tip press against his sphincter, and he groaned with gratitude. He felt it push its way into his ass and glide deeper and deeper into him, and he reached back to spread his ass apart to help its journey.

The woman revelled in the sight of her completely broken and grateful slave, and she curled two of her fingers inside herself. It did not take much longer for the Sorceress' second orgasm to build, and her head rolled back as she started to finger herself more aggressively.

With one last wave of her other hand, the small cauldron rested itself again beneath the slave's cock, the black ribbon still holding his seed in place.

The woman clutched at her breast and began to moan louder and louder. She tore open her dress and pulled and pinched at her nipples, and her back began to arch. The Sorceress' legs started to shake, and she looked up and howled a silent cry that did not leave her throat. She pulled her fingers out from herself and began to strum violently on her clitoris, and then let out a scream that tore through the night air.

The Sorceress convulsed as a torrent of squirt gushed from her, covering the couch, the floor, and her slave. She shook and trembled for a long time, panting heavily and cooing with delight. When the tremors began to settle, she looked down at her slave, still furiously licking and sucking on her soles while the phallus plundered him from behind, and she snapped her finger.

The small black ribbon fell from his cock, and he instantly came an incredible load into the small, bubbling cauldron below.

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Mark stumbled in the glow of the moonlight, naked and head bowed, towards the forest. He did not hear the excited rustling just beyond the treeline, and did not see the gathering of glowing eyes, eagerly waiting for him.