Breaking Freya
A very long story for a friend. Very heavy on the dirty smelly foot licking. Some abuse, some torture, rape, bestial rape, more foot licking. Push her to the limit.
Breaking Freya by tannim January 27, 2011
"Congratulations!" Said the small mage with the very nasty boots very early in the morning. He stood a little away from her, and the odor that radiated off of her. "You have pleased us all quite well. All of our feet have been cleaned, and we are happy to have provided you the pleasure of cleaning them. We understand your love of filthy feet, and would like to extend the opportunity to clean the feet of our other guests" He smiled generously. "And I have a special gift. You can lick my feet clean again. I've taking a long walk since I have had your tongue cleaning my feet.
Freya didn't recognize him specifically, but knowing he had already had a turn, and wanted another was making her angry. All night long she'd licked along, sucked at, swallowed, smelled, and generally suffered through their feet. She'd lost count after the one hundredth mage. It hadn't mattered anymore. The smelly ordeal was over... or so she had thought, and now this one wanted her to do another disgusting pair, or pairs as she glanced around at the others, including the burmecian boy and man. She glared back at the mage, her fingers hard enough to make them pop. The stink of his feet wafted over to her as his boot came off again, she couldn't take it anymore.
He didn't notice as he talked about his feet for her. "I put some nice chewed gum between my toes for you. I'm sure you will enjoy it, especially since I've kept my feet quite hot with my magic for you. I know you like them smelly."
"ENOUGH! No more! Please! I've had enough, I DON'T LIKE FEET!" She yelled at them.
"But surely you do, why else would you have submitted?" He leaned forward, his bare foot on the ground with the booted twin. "You aren't scared of us, are you? Of what we could do... DID do, with ease, to your people before? Of what we... may do if not completely satisfied?" He leaned back and looked around at the others before continuing. "You were chosen as an ambassador of your people. You wouldn't want us to look at you're thinned out race...unfavorably would you?"
Freya's face paled at the not exactly subtle threat. Her fur looked much brighter with her skin white under it. She leaned away from him as he leaned forward further, his covered face an inch from her muzzle despite the reek of past feet still clinging to her fur.
She managed one weak entreaty "Vivi was mistaken..."
"Are you sure?" He seemed amused. "I think he was correct and YOU are wrong. After all, it would be such a shame, wouldn't it." He glanced at the burmecian boy taking a mage's dick up his ass "All the other rats like you would be quite upset with further... misunderstandings."
Freya stared at him, her mouth open. She closed her mouth, then bent down and pressed her muzzle to his foot. The mage shifted and pulled his foot back, making her look up at him in confusion.
"No, now you have to earn them. I will call together the other elders." He gestured and said a command, four other mages, including Vivi. "This Freya Crescent has insulted us. She says Master Vivi is a liar and that she did not like our generosity or hospitality. However, I believe she will be willing to apologize. I think she was simply speaking out of exhaustion as she asks that she be allowed to drink from my other boot... As well as to be allowed to lick the feet of all our guests and ambassadors." He turned to look at her. "This is correct, is it not?"
Vivi frowned. "I did not lie... she seemed to like it." One of the other mages nudged him and told him to be quiet.
Freya's lip trembled. Her eyes were red with anger and growing rage. She stared back at him. He let her look into his deep eyes and made her think of her people being destroyed by them again. The burmecian let her head drop as she answered yes.
"What was that, rat?" He asked with amusement.
"Yes! I... I want ..." She was choking on the words as she forced them out ", To drink from your other boot and clean their feet."
As she spoke the other guests in the room were watching intently, Zidane, whose pants seemed to have been tugged on hurriedly, and the others of her party had wandered in too. A female burmecian, a cleyran dancer by her clothing, stumbled in and leaned against the doorway panting.
She stood there a moment and looked around the room. "What, I didn't miss the orgy, did I?" The dancer saw Freya, and narrowed her eyes. "I'm supposed to be the female burmecian, it's not my fault I was delayed!" Seeing the expressions of the others she fell silent.
"Biggs, this is quite an announcement, but we black mages should be willing to accept apologies. If the young rat wants to make amends, we shall be happy to let her." They turned at the other burmecian woman. "Yes, you have missed it I'm afraid, but perhaps Freya will include you... yes, I'm sure she would be happy to take care of your feet with the others. After she deals with Master Biggs, of course."
Biggs seemed to swell with pleasure at the idea of making her clean his feet again, though he was still the second smallest mage around, just a couple inches taller than Vivi . He pulled his other boot off, the one she hadn't drank from, and set it aside reverently before pointing to the floor. The mage told her to lay down on her back so she could properly apologize.
Freya glanced at the other woman with her expression showing the rat she didn't enjoy what she was about to do. She reluctantly laid down, facing up and cringed visibly at the foot pressing to her muzzle. Everybody crowded around to see as the filthy sole drug over the top of her muzzle, up along her nose, then down over her lips.
The cleyran made a face while saying Eww, but the others all seemed to enjoy watching it. Between each of Biggs' toes a wad of chewed gum was firmly wedged. The wads were not large, but together they would make a good mouthful. They seemed just large enough to soak up the spoiled cheesy sweaty flavor of his rancid boot feet.
Already the others were pulling back as they smelled them clearly. Even Zidane covered his nose and hurried back at the stench. Whatever Biggs had done to his boots after the last time she'd licked his feet clean, he'd restored the smelly essence to them. The black skin had even been coated in the same sour milky scum as before, only drier with a tarlike taint of boot dirt and a couple loose blades of grass stuck to it.
"I walked around barefoot just for you, Foot Slut, all around the village to make them dirty enough... Just so you would have something different to enjoy before you left." Biggs squeezed his toes together to free up some foot stench as he described what he'd done for her.
Freya whimpered audibly before her tongue pushed out and drug over the ball of his foot. She gagged at the texture as much as the taste. The tarry gunk stuck to the bottom of his foot was hard to drag her tongue through, the lumps of... she still didn't want to think about it when one was licked off and rolled about her tongue, were chewy. Together with the taste of old boot leather, dirt, sweat, and foot cheese, she was feeling a great desire to throw up again just from the first lick. The other rat woman walked behind Biggs to the male burmecian and sat down to touch him.
Freya didn't know why that suddenly bothered her as much as the feet she had to lick. It did let her control that urge to toss up her empty stomach though, so she was grateful for that small favor. The urge grew as her tongue touched the first lump of warm smelly gum. With the heat of his foot the gum wasn't hard, it was quite soft and sticky. She could tell it had already been chewed just by how it looked. The thought that somebody else had worked it already made her close her eyes and try to pretend it was something else she was licking off.
Biggs gestured for a seat and sat down when it was provided. He felt her teasing the gum from his toes and pulled the foot up to make her work below them first. A quick speech about earning the chewing gum brought a few chuckles from some in the room enjoying Freya's humiliation. The small mage enjoyed her tongue along the ball below his toes and arch especially. He planned to make her mouth taste strongly of his sweat and dirt before letting her get the gum.
Freya lifted her head to rub it and was almost more angry at Biggs when he nudged a pillow under her with his other foot. She let her head flop back down and he pressed her into it firmly. His foot sealed her lips shut, briefly, to make her struggle as though she wanted to lick it. Making her seem more like she wanted it made it harder for her to refuse the others. She hadn't realized it when he started, but as soon as she did, she tried to stop struggling. Both knew it was already too late though, and her mouth opened the moment he pulled his foot away again.
The burmecian licked into the arch and down to his heel. She spit out a blade of grass and gagged on a pungent area of strong flavored concentrated sweat. Freya had to turn her face away and lick at her lips to try to get the bitter sweaty tang off her tongue. His foot followed her though, pressing down when she licked so that she was still licking him even when she was trying to clean her palate off. Up and down, she felt the tar come off, the earthy taste, the sweaty taste, the sour and unwanted filthy flavors merged in her mouth leaving her with no way to describe it other than feet.
Biggs watched her patiently, and moved his foot down a bit to make her next lick gather some of the gum. He watched her lick at the lump of gum, then shifted when it came out for the next lump, and the next, and the next. She was about to swallow them without chewing more than a little when he tapped her muzzle.
"No you don't, Miss Freya, you will sit up and you will chew that gum. You will blow a bubble to show that you are chewing it and enjoying it." He bent to pull her up by the shoulders.
Freya stared at him blankly as her mouth closed around the gum. She knew his toes still needed licking, on both feet, but now he wanted her to suffer through something almost worse. All eight lumps of gum, one lump from each toe cleavage from both feet, were in her mouth. Chewing them spread their fetid flavor around and her right eye visibly twitched.
The sweat from before that she'd tasted was nothing, compared to the flavor of old leather soaked in a year's worth of condensed gym sock sweat. The taste wasn't sour. Though it had the reek of cheese to it. It was musty and earthy with the stink of sweat coming out of her mouth as she chewed and making her gag when her nose picked it up. She chewed, and chewed again.
The audience watched her intently, even the other rat woman while she stroked the adult burmecian man's balls. The younger rat by whispered to them both and they made faces of curious disgust. Freya didn't see them, her eye was twitching worse, her face was scrunching up from the atrocious gum fouling her mouth. She didn't even notice when Biggs lifted his other foot in front of her mouth until she tried to blow her first bubble. The bubble expanded, and stuck to the dry sticky tar like layer of dirt on his sole.
When Freya saw it she dig her fingers into her clothes to keep from strangling him. Her lips tried to pull the gum off but it was too sticky and not cohesive enough. The gum broke and tore, making her have to nibble against his arch and over the ball of his foot to get the gum that had broken off. Her eyes closed and she gripped her belly when she chewed it again. The taste had refreshed a bit with the addition of the other foot's sweat and cheese.
Again she chewed to wad it all back together, again her face stiffened and rebelled, but she managed to blow a small bubble without Biggs' foot popping it. The bubble popped and released a fume of her breath that made her jerk her head away. Some of those who'd moved closer moved back a little too as they caught a whiff. The stink of Biggs' feet was well known and they appreciated how much joy Freya must be getting to take it so well.
Freya sucked it back in, her face looking nauseated. Her eyes followed Biggs' movement as she again chewed, they widened when she saw him lift the boot she would drink from. He pushed it out of her sight and she felt worried about that. The worry made her forget about the nausea as she sucked in another breath. She blew a larger bubble, and the gross taste of Biggs' feet covered her face suddenly as the big bubble burst and covered her facial fur. Her hands dug at it and pulled much of the mass off. Biggs rubbed the rest with his mostly dirty foot and told her that was enough, holding a plate for her to set the gum on before she went back to cleaning his feet.
He held both feet up for her to clean. She spit out the gum chunks that she licked from his dirty foot and bathed the rest of it just like she had its twin. Long strokes and short strokes over it from heel to ball gathering the reeking sludge while he teased and pinched at her with his toes. When he felt she had bathed both feet well enough he pushed both sets of toes firmly against her muzzle and then into her mouth at the same time. She gagged and grasped his ankles to hold them so she could pull away. To the others though, it looked like she was making sure they stayed where she could enjoy them.
Her tongue roamed between each toe, gathering the sweat and dirt. The taste refused to go numb to her senses as her body told her to get it out. Toe after toe sucking and licking all over. She dug under his toenails when he wiggled his toes at the right time and her tongue darted away, but he kept catching her there. At last she finished the first foot and he pulled it out. Another foot, a much different foot with much different toes, pushed right back into her mouth immediately afterward.
Freya's eyes darted up to stare at the young rat boy, her eyes nearly popped out when she recognized it as Prince Puck. Though he was naked, and his dick quite exposed to everybody, he seemed casual and smiled at her. He'd been fucked all night and he reeked of cum. His feet tasted of it too, as he'd been stepping in it much of the time after it leaked out of or off of him.
Freya stared for several seconds and Biggs had to finish his toes for her by scrubbing them along her tongue before finally slipping his foot out. He seemed amused enough to forgive her as the boy settled in. Puck rubbed her ears as he wiggled his toes in her mouth.
"Come on Freya, lick them nice and clean now, don't forget under my nails too." Puck seemed quite happy with the idea.
After a full night of sex and exertion, his feet were soaked with sweat. Some areas of his left foot were crusted with dried cum while other areas were still sticky where sweat had rehydrated it. Under the cum and sweat, and floating in it, were plenty of specks of dirt and debris he'd stepped in walking around with his feet half exposed. The wrappings he usually wore around the back of his feet had soaked up and bathed his feet in their aged sweat, making the odor and flavor that much stronger when Freya licked from toes to his arch. Her eyes half closed at the flavor, like a metropolitan ice cream. His cummy toes, dirty ball, sweaty arch and heel. They layers were stronger in their separate areas but mixed together intensified the taste until he competed with Biggs.
The burmecian woman hadn't realized how bad little boys could taste as she again ran her tongue over his foot. The dirt was earthy, almost moldy tasting. As her tongue gathered more and it mixed with the harder cum on the base of each to she felt as well as tasted a very unpleasant gritty musk. That musk's salty overtone and sweaty undertone wouldn't have been as bad without the grit. With the grit, it was all she could do to swallow it and hold her tongue out of her mouth as though trying to get the taste as far from her as she could.
Puck took the extended tongue as an invitation. He spread his toes and squeezed around her tongue. Feeling her trying to pull it out of the smelly and gross tasting grip he rewarded her with his other foot. The sweaty heel of his other foot rubbed over just the tip of her tongue to give her that stale old sweat flavor. He let go of her tongue with his toes and pat her head again, with his tail instead.
"Don't stop licking again, Freya. Now lick my smelly feet. Heel to toes, clean it all!" He ran the right foot along her breasts, rubbing through the cloth, and held the other back up for her.
Freya glared, then sighed. Her belly was feeling bad again though she ignored it. She pushed her tongue out to lick at his left ball only to find him pull his foot up so she licked the heel. Again she tasted the mix of all flavors. She tried not to let her expression to the taste show but he saw it. He told her to lick the full length each time just so he could make her take the worst of it.
The reluctant foot slut obeyed. She lapped at his foot like an ice cream cone filled with his special footy version of metropolitan ice cream. Her soft tongue drug over the boy's somewhat soft foot from heel to toes again. Then from toes back. The ripple of skin from her tongue pressing firmly to his dirty flesh didn't help the texture to her, but it made Puck feel it better. Her audience watched quietly despite a few grunts from certain parties. They all wanted their turns.
She wiggled her tongue between his toes as she came back up to them. The flavor had spread in her mouth and every breath tasted and smelled of the cum mixed with sweat. The light dirt added a bit of flavor but the other two were the dominant offensive tastes. Between his toes she didn't have the flavors mixing as much an hoped to get just that region cleaned.
Puck defeated that strategy by pressing his right foot over them so as she licked between his toe cleavage she drug her tongue over the arch of his other foot. She was forced to take in that smell as well as the taste, making her lower lip tremble in frustration. Freya finished his toes that way, he told her not to lick up the length again until she finished it. She had to finish the other toes on the right foot the same way. Finishing up his left foot as she dug the cum from around and between each boyish toe.
Puck had prevented her from getting off light with only the taste of other male's filth on his feet. He wanted her to get his sweat and leavings too and he got his way. She held his ankle and tried not to look into his face as she drug her tongue through the layers of sweat and cum and dirt. The thicker areas let Puck see a build up on the tip of her tongue. The thinner he could only go by her expression of distaste. Her muzzle was animated in its revulsion of her task. Sometimes trembling, blinking, obviously hating the smelly task. He let her finish up by sucking on each toe and then kissing the balls of his feet.
The next several pairs of feet passed by in a blur to Freya. The smelly chore was mind numbing with the feeling of servitude and the gross taste. Only a few moments stood out among them. There were a couple black mages that snuck back in. Nobody minded, except Freya, and they insisted that she massage their feet while she licked them clean, a few dwarves refused to take off their boots. Freya was happy about that until they showed her that their boot opened up at the front of their boots giving her access to the rank depths of their feet. She had to push her muzzle all the way in with their toes over her muzzle to lick at their heels. A few humans after the dwarves, none of them Freya recognized, wrung the sweat out of their socks over her face and their feet as she licked them. One of Zidane's people, another genome, sat down and pulled his feet up. He pressed his own tongue between his toes as he guided Freya's muzzle to them. He shared licking his foot with her and made her very uncomfortable as he did it. More went by, then a few more still.
She finished another of Zidane's people and leaned back begging for something to drink. Someone told her to close her eyes, she did, and she felt something firm and sloshing press to her lips. She tilted her head back and let the water pour into her mouth. It didn't help as the strong taste of feet was swished around her tongue. Her eyes jerked open to see Zidane's shoe in her hand. The cleyran dancer smiled and set it down.
"Hello, I'm Marlene... and you took my place you little foot slut. I'd looked forward to this orgy!" She gruffly sat on the chair and thrust her feet into Freya's face.
The dancer had quite calloused feet. Quite travel worn grossly dirty and heavily smelly calloused feet. Freya's eyes widened and she forgot herself enough to swallow the water. Her eyes teared up as the after taste burned. The woman's feet swished back and forth impatiently. A few weeks travel hadn't been kind to them and she hadn't had time to wash up after arriving.
Freya's first lick told her they were worse than Puck's. The layers of dirt and sweat had been tightly compacted. Her saliva dissolved some only to find more underneath. The pretty white fur and pink flesh of her body took a firm licking to show. Lick after lick gathered and spread more filth inside Freya's mouth. A strand of drool leaked from her muzzle as she tried not swallowing. Marlene frowned at her and pressed two toe nails to Freya's nose.
"Swallow it, slut, don't waste it!" She seemed upset that her foot bitch had swallowed the males, but not her gross foot filth.
Marlene dipped her foot into the small puddle on the floor and gathered it up before presenting it to Freya. The feet soaked it up, but it looked even worse to the other woman. Her ears wilted as she pushed her muzzle forward to lick. She clenched her fingers when Marlene pulled her foot away to tease her. Freya had to lean further forward to lick it. She was careful to swallow the foot cheese after that. As she ate she could taste different regions of dirt in the layers.
Each layer had its own rather unpleasant spice of intense sweat and rotting vegetation for the hot areas and little sweat and hard grit for the cold areas. Marlene lifted her foot higher for Freya to lick over her heel. A command had Freya suckling on it and holding it in her mouth sideways like dog would a chew toy. Holding it in her mouth brought it closer to her senses and filled them with the smell more clearly.
The woman enjoyed teasing and humiliating the other rat. She made Freya work to clean her feet. Every time the burmecian made progress in one spot and the clean rough flesh gave her some relief Marlene would pull her foot away and rub them together to spread the filth more evenly again. There would be no clean spots until they were fully clean, she'd see to that.
Freya struggled to keep swallowing the woman's foot cheese. She didn't like submitting to other women and was having trouble keeping the woman's scent and taste down. The rough calloused feet felt horrible against her tongue as well. When she finally got to the cleyran's toes the rat was gripping her stomach trying to control her growing nausea again. A lump of toe jam went down wrong as she licked deep and hard, and Freya had to pull away, gagging. Marlene's feet followed her and pressed firmly to her muzzle to keep her from getting away with the cleyran laughing at her.
Both rats were good looking to the audience, but only Freya held their attention, gagging and trying to push the other woman's foot out of her mouth and face. Marlene wouldn't let her though she laughed and slipped her toes into Freya's mouth a couple at a time until at last both feet were clean enough. She lifted the other rat's face up and told her just three more hard licks up her still smelly but clean feet and she'd be done. The licks were wonderful to her tired feet. The first wasn't hard enough, the second she called the first because of it. The sweaty sole indented each time but Freya had to flatten her whole tongue on the other woman's foot for it to count. She gathered up plenty of missed particles and just stared in frustration at the other foot she knew would also have more.
Marlene made her lick the first foot seven times instead of three, to get it right, and Freya was glad when the other only took four. The other woman's feet were gross, possibly because they were from a female rather than a male. She watched Marlene slink off and simper over a mage, but was immediately forced to look at Zidane as the genome pushed his feet right into her face like everyone else had.
"Hey, My turn, Freya!" He leaned in just long enough to whisper, "Do them good and I'll see if I can sneak you a bit of water." He sat up and waved a hand in front of his face to get her odor away. "Damn, you REEK." The boy laughed and scrubbed both his own sweaty feet over her fur to add to it.
Freya looked up at him, her mouth salivating at the thought of getting clean water. That extra moisture inside just spread the foul foot flavoring around her tongue and down her throat more though. She looked at his fleshy furless feet and told herself at least they weren't Marlene's. Her tongue slid down the left sole from ball to heel just as she did for that other rat. Zidane jerked his foot back in surprise, he hadn't expected the firm pressure and moist heat, but that wasn't why. He wanted her to have to hold him.
The burmecian looked surprised but his foot pushed back into range and then again jerked back, this time with Zidane laughing a bit. Freya tried again, gripping his ankle before licking, and had to hold him firmly as he tried to pull back once more with a giggle. Freya grunted at the taste of his sweat. Both of Zidane's feet had been soaking in sweat from battle after battle for months without any real washing. The times he'd stepped in the water helping Quina hunt had only let in some nasty pond scum. His feet had a mildew undertone that mixed very unpleasantly with the stale old sweat. Dirty and bits of worn leather clung to between his toes adding the taste of the leather shoe itself to his already rancid feet.
At the thought of Zidane's shoe, Biggs' boot popped into her head. She dropped his foot at that thought but quickly caught it again. She didn't want to deal with that boot. She didn't want to help Zidane hold his feet steady for her to lick either, but she did want that clean water. Freya clenched her jaw and drug her tongue firmly over his heel. Harder licks with plenty of pressure.
His feet weren't as calloused as Marlene's had been but the sweat had soaked into his feet much more than hers had. It had dried time after time on his feet for a thick coating with specks of dirt that had gotten in with it. As her tongue ran along his semi-soft foot skin she gathered the thick old sweat into her mouth. The fetid taste mixed with Marlene's, with the dwarfs, with all the others, to leave her with a strong flavor similar to old raw potato with grass, mushrooms, and vinegar, with some extra stinky cheese thrown in.
Again she drug her tongue along his sole, this time digging into the arch firmly then dragging along to Zidane's toes. He spread them for her while grinning at her after a forced tickled laugh. She looked up at him with her tongue still hanging out of her mouth. She didn't want to pull it back in with a thick bit of shoe fluff stuck on the tip. Zidane saw her hand tremble and knew she'd let go so he helped her before she could.
She whined loudly as his toes pressed firmly to her tongue to push it back in, fluff and all. The extra fluff still between a few of them, stuck on with toe jam, went in with it. Her throat swallowed convulsively and she found herself taking that fluff down with the dirt and sweat. The taste of the fluff lingered in her mouth. It had soaked up much of his sweat over the past weeks and that taste spread throughout her mouth far faster than she could swallow it down. While her tongue tried to push his toes out of her muzzle all she managed to do was lick more of his foot cheese off.
Zidane looked around and made a show of tugging at his feet for the others during that licking. With her hands holding his ankles she looked like she really was loving it. Each time her tongue poked out between his toes she looked like she was eagerly cleaning his cleavage. Zidane and a few others knew she wasn't, but it was too much fun.
Freya stared hard at his feet, willing them to be clean. The semi-soft flesh she drug her tongue against repeatedly felt little better than licking a length smelly gross tasting cheese cloth. She hadn't even finished his toes yet, but at least the bottoms of each to were clean. Her throat flexed suddenly, she pulled back to clamp her hands over her mouth and her throat spasmed repeatedly. She bent forward, her nose pressing into a well placed foot, and she coughed out a bit of fluff onto the floor.
Zidane looked at it and patted it with his other foot. "Don't worry, you don't have to swallow that one again." It stuck to his other foot as he lifted it up. "See, it's gone, don't worry about it. Now, lick between my toes nice and firm, they could use a massage and I know you love the flavor!"
Freya's eyes watered from the fluff as she glared at him, but she lifted her muzzle to flick her tongue between his toes as she had been told. Those watching saw a bit more fluff on her tongue as she pulled it back in along with a small amount of pasty toe jam. The jam dissolved on her tongue and in her mouth before she could swallow it, which only spread his gross flavor around her mouth more. She choked a bit as the flavor grew too strong and had to slow her licking.
Zidane was patient, though he knew the others wanted THEIR turns. He didn't push his feet into her mouth again. Freya would get back to them when she was ready. She almost looked grateful when she pressed her tongue back between his toes and finished that foot. The other foot swung into her grasp and again he played the pull away game.
Freya caught it before he could pull it away even the first time and again looked like she wanted it as she pressed her muzzle forward quickly to tongue bathe it. She flattened the soft mouth flesh onto Zidane's dirty ball and scrubbed it around back and forth. The bitter salty flavor of stale sweat was almost welcome after the toe jam, but after a few seconds that too became too strong. She didn't notice when she inhaled the same fluff ball, covered in more sweat from his toes, until she swallowed it again. Her face paled and again she coughed, but it had gone too far down and she knew it was too late to get it out.
She focused on his toes before the rest of his foot and sucked each into her mouth one at a time, smallest first. The tactic was rewarded with a clap from Puck still watching and she found herself flushing just as fast as she had paled. Her tongue swirled around his semi-soft digit, dragging against the joint and under the nail and into the cleavage. The jam she gathered was sucked up and swallowed, but again she wasn't fast enough to not dissolve it. Each of his toes tasted similar, until she got to the last. The biggest tasted different. A rotten sweet sweaty flavor instead of salty and stale. When she brushed the nail it tasted and smelled awful enough to make her push it out. The discolored nail where he'd been hurt made her gag. It added a taste of old leftover bologna to the cheese taste of his feet.
A few deep breaths were required to hurriedly take it back in and drag her tongue all over that digit. A few more as soon as she finished while she held her belly. The rest of his foot passed quickly after that. The salty sweat and hint of mildew at least didn't make her gag. The texture was still bad and she was glad to pull away finished. She looked up at him hopefully but he frowned and shook his head.
She hung her head, working her mouth trying to get the taste out, and cleaned the next few guests without much enthusiasm. All three were female humans. They all made her lick from the top first with their feet pressed to the floor before letting her clean the bottoms. All were smelly, dirty, and tasted too, womanly, for her. The last guest sat down and she dully looked up.
Looked up into the eyes of Sir Fratley. He smiled down at her a bit nervously as she sat upright in a jerk. She tried to say something but Puck suddenly closed her mouth with his foot as he sat on Fratley's Lap. He and Fratley were both naked. The boy took the older male burmecian's partially stiff cock and rubbed it while looking at Freya.
"Hello, Freya. It's Mr. Fratley's turn. I hope you don't mind if I share him with you. We do a lot of things together." The boy slid off Fratley's lap and nuzzled the larger rat's nuts. After a quick lick he looked back at a darkly growling Freya. "He loves to stuff his cock up me. Mmmm... he can get it all in quick!" Puck patted Fratley's leg. "Come on, let her lick now. I'll lick too... well, suck anyway."
Fratley looked very much embarrassed. He knew Freya and was fond of her. He knew she loved him though he didn't feel quite the same. The young prince stroking him felt too good to ignore but he felt it was wrong to do it in front of the woman. 'Still,' He thought, 'Can't tell Royalty what to do.' He calmed down a bit at that thought and lifted his feet for Freya, both at once. Puck sat on his right leg and pushed it back down, dragging his small sack along the older man's thigh for Freya to see.
"Go on, Freya, clean my feet." Fratley mumbled.
He may not have been sure, but the first lick to his cum sweat and dirt reeking feet felt too good to worry about. He'd been with puck and the others all night. Giving and receiving and, like Puck, had stood in a great deal of lost cum while pushing himself to great exertion. He'd trudged in with the prince some while after Odin destroyed Cleyra. Both had been welcomed, but not allowed a chance to clean up. His feet were smelly and filthy, more so than puck's had been. The dirt was jammed between his toes more and his feet were tough and rough. The sour reek of sweat and old foliage mixed with the natural cheese he'd always had when she'd been with him. She couldn't stand his feet then, and she still couldn't. Except she had to.
Freya wrinkled her nose trying to stop the odor but it got in anyway. She pushed her muzzle forward, as he didn't press them to her face, and dared to run her tongue along his arch. The dirt and a night worth of cum did not mix well together in her mouth. The sweat tracks running through the black tarry mass made it worse. Her firm lick did little damage to the foot cheese but spread plenty of the filth onto her tongue. As she pulled away making a face and licking at her lips trying to get it off she heard Puck bragging to Fratley.
"You shouldn't be so worried, Freya loves feet. She's a really dirty whore these days." He smiled at the female rat and sucked her lover's rapidly hardening cock into his mouth for a few seconds. "You should have seen how eager she was to drink my piss... right in front of the palace! The guards enjoyed a good show when she begged to suck it from me." He pressed his lips back to Fratley's cock and nuzzled the older rat's thigh as he bobbed gently up and down.
Freya's eyes bulged and a growl of anger rumbled in her throat. She opened her mouth but Puck just winked at her then glanced at the black mages watching nearby. The burmecian woman's jaws clenched as she bit back her argument. She could see the curiosity in Fratley's expression as she again roughly grabbed his ankle and forced herself to take another, longer, lick. She turned away, gagging.
After so many feet his were just too pungent for her to take. His hard scaly foot skin with old furs trapped in the dirt felt bad against her tongue. The taste grew more bitter and rank as she dug deeper through it with each lick. The dirt she swallowed made her want to retch more. Fratley groaned loudly while Freya licked and her eyes followed Puck doing things to him she wished she could do.
Puck had grown bored sucking the older rat's cock and had kissed lower over his large heavy balls and then under them. "She liked doing this to, Fratley... Yeah... she LOVES doing this." The boy pressed his lips to Fratley's ass ring and licked over it firmly. "She's good at it to. You should ask her to do it to you." He ran his tongue around the tense muscular ring again with a smug look back to Freya. "She makes as good a toilet as she does a foot bath." The boy added another lick while Freya fumed.
She stared at the boy, at Fratley's rampant rathood throbbing proudly up. A glare at the feet that were as close to him as she'd gotten in years and she managed another lick. The smelly feet helped encourage the tears in her eyes. The taste helped encourage them even more, though it was the growing jealousy and longing that brought them hardest. Her tongue gathered another fat load of foot cheese, slipping between his toes for added jam without her even noticing. When she pulled it back into her mouth to wet it she grabbed her throat and doubled over gagging. The gritty sludge and the awful sweaty dirt almost burned with the terrible salty dirt flavor. The cum added a horrendous musky overtone that made her body try to heave it back out.
After a few moments she controlled it and looked up to see the feet hovering where she left them, only with Marlene shoving Puck out of the way. The other woman told the boy she'd show him how it was done. Freya let out an audible growl as she watched that cleyran tongue snake its way up her love's ass. Fratley kicked out in pleasant surprise, making Freya have to catch his foot as she forced another lick on it. Marlene simply smiled back at her her and turned back to tongue fucking Sir Fratley. Puck squatted next to her, gripping the older rat's cock in one hand and holding his balls out of the way with the other to watch.
"Oh, she IS better than Freya. Prettier too, though I bet Freya's pussy is tighter... But not as tight as me." The boy climbed up and guided Fratley's dick to his ass.
He blocked Freya's view of her lover fully as he took the burmecian cock in bit by bit. Freya choked down another lick. Then another. Taking her anger out on herself by making herself choke down the awful filth. His foot skin indented under her tongue all the way from heel to toes. The terrible flavor made her snarl and flinch but she worked through it. She had to stop to cough several times as the flavor spread throughout her mouth too powerfully and when she had to stop to chew a bit of too thick toe jam.
Puck had fully taken his cock and his own little balls and stiff dick flopped in front of Marlene as she tongue fucked Fratley. She seemed to be reveling in the action as she parted the warrior's buttocks to dig deeper. Fratley was lost in the tightness of his Prince's ass and the attention to his own to even notice Freya's tongue digging between his toes. Her lips wrapping around his feet and even biting on them lightly just made him groan loudly. Marlene's ass swished as she shifted position and Freya had to see the woman's bare sex and ass below her tail. The woman's obvious lust for her man push her on to sucking and grinding her tongue between Fratley's toes harder. The scum came of faster, while his awful flavor soaked into her mouth and coated her muzzle fur as her body managed to drool a little of it out.
Freya's belly rumbled with growing nausea as she realized she had cleaned his first foot and had the entirety of the second to go yet. Her jealousy burned as she grabbed his other foot and started on it. Long sweeps of her tongue across his arch again brought her to a halt. The intense cheese of the newly started foot was so different from its mostly cleaned twin. Her mouth had gotten used to the more mild near finished foot cheese. The odor was far stronger as she exposed more of it, just like the last. Puck and Marlene made it worse though.
The two were fucking and sucking and licking her lover and loving that she was powerless to stop them. Her ears wilted as she heard Puck telling Fratley that he's got to tie her muzzle up with his foot wrappings. The boy said it drove her wild, even more so when she was allowed to hump his filthy feet with his toes in her cunt. The older male couldn't see her reaction, but with how she was licking his feet he said he believed it.
Freya whined and gathered more of the gross toe scum only to have the foot was yanked from her hand as her lover came. Puck jumped up and off, popping Fratley's cock from his ass just in time for a long load of cum to spurt out and over Marlene's head. The load, and others immediately after it, landed on the cleyran's lower back and butt. His cum's musky odor mixed with that of the night old cum stuck in the tarry mess on his feet. Freya normally liked Fratley's masculine seed, but with his feet, it was just too much and she choked a bit knowing she should like it but didn't. That and the fury at his cum on another woman made her punch the ground in helpless frustration.
Marlene pulled away from his ass and caught the rest of his cum in her mouth. The cleyran turned and wiggled her ass to Freya, asking if she wanted any. When Freya took another lick of Fratley's foot, visibly angry, the other rat laughed and dipped a few fingers along it. Her legs spread and she slipped the cum in and pumped her fingers. She was enjoying Freya's obvious frustration and suffering at her task. Freya looked up at Fratley, who sat there still smiling vaguely from his orgasm ,and lapped at his foot faster hoping for a pleased look. The scum vanished quickly at her renewed attack and soon she just had his toes. They brought her dry heaves as she tried to finish them too fast, but they too finished.
Freya took one last firm lick across his toes and down the ball to his heel and back. Puck clapped for her and soon everybody clapped as though she had performed a good trick. She sat back and Fratley sighed happily when she finished at last.
Biggs strode over to her again, Freya shook her head no. All anger and frustration were forgotten with just the sight of the boot held in one hand and a glass of water in the other. There was a brief feeling of relief when the small mage set them both down, but it was short lived when Biggs cleared his throat to speak.
"No, Freya, you aren't quite ready for THAT treat yet. You still have our special guest and my friend to enjoy!" The small black mage gestured to the door and everybody turned to see the large red headed man enter.
Amarant looked around, then straightened his clothing as he saw Freya. The big man strode forward while Fratley was pulled out of his seat by Puck and Marlene. The older burmecian smiled as Puck gripped his spent balls and happily offered the chair to the newcomer before disappearing into the crowd. Amarant took it and crossed his legs in front of Freya, she just stared at him.
"Did you miss me, Freya?" He asked and leaned down to tweak her nose. "I hope you enjoyed my little gift to you." A gesture around the room and he unlaced his boots. "All this was just for you. I knew you were getting too high an opinion of yourself. After our last fight, I thought you could use something humbling."
His boot came off and Freya flinched at the sight, and stench, of his filthy feet. The boots were damp and muddy, and some of that mud had gotten inside of them. He hadn't worn any socks. Just his big rough feet soaking in that sweat and gritty mud. The old sweat had matted the smaller particles into a lumpy mud while the larger dirt had stayed a very coarse grit stuck to his feet. A few old leaves were stuck to his foot and as he dropped the boot she saw he actually had been wearing socks, once. The things were just squashed and stuck in the bottom and he'd just been using them as padding for worn out soles.
"Biggs did a good job, and you're almost done! I didn't think you could do it, maybe you can beat me once again by fully cleaning my feet. Maybe you won't and I'll win my bet that you won't do it, but bad things..."He leaned down and whispered into her large ear "...could happen to you when you ride a chocobo. Your saddle may slip and present certain parts of you to his... attention." He sat back up and Freya stared at him removing his other boot.
Her eyes, bloodshot from a night and morning of disgusting servitude, looked at the feet waiting for her. 'Just one more pair...' She tried to tell herself. The burmecian leaned in and he held the first up for her. Her nose caught a full whiff of it Freya involuntarily turned away from it, gagging. They were worse than Biggs... Somehow Amarant's feet were worse.
A strong overtone of something rotten, like a spoiled salad with old not quite dried milk, assaulted her senses and he shook his head. Freya gripped his ankle, panting in fear of the taste as she again leaned in and tried not to breath while dragging her tongue over his heel. A glob of sweaty mud dissolved on her tongue a second after she'd gathered it up, along with a fair amount of rough grit, and a burst of putrid flavor filled her mouth.
She could taste the dead leaves quite clearly. They were bathed in Amarant's sour sweat and the earthy bite of the dirt. The grit scratched over her teeth uncomfortably as well as covering her tongue and lips in an unpleasant texture. Feeling it slide down her throat with convulsive swallows to try to get it out of her mouth was worse than anything she'd ever eaten, even Biggs foot funk.
Her free hand gripped her gut, which rumbled as though she were starving, in protest even as she pressed her lips to the dirty foot and licked over it again. She tried a long lick, from heel to toes along sixteen inches of large rough male foot. The lick stopped just short of it with her muzzle whipping from side to side trying to control her gag reflex. The visibly brown tongue slid back into her mouth and Amarant clapped at the effort, to her humiliation as she got it down.
Freya glared at him then hung her head as she licked again. The man's other foot made her jerk her head up by cupping her muzzle in his arch. Some of the sweaty mud globs stuck to her fur, along with the powerful odor of feet, and she went back to licking rather than think about how gross that touch felt.
There was fresh sweat and old stale sweat covering both his feet while her tongue ran along them. Lick after lick, firm pressure at times, light, at others. His toes squeezed at and caught her tongue when she licked close enough to them. She tried to avoid them after having to tug hard to slip it away. The toe jam had a more powerful tangy flavor than the rest. A tang that made her tongue burn briefly.
Freya drug her lips over, as her tongue grew too coated in grit, sucking at the scum on his feet. Her throat swallowed constantly trying to clear the grit from her heavily salivating mouth. More grit and muddy sweat globs dissolved on them as she drooled a bit. The burmecian's lips were as brown as her tongue, along with much of her muzzle, from the dirt that sloughed off into her fur and mouth.
The room was silent as everybody enjoyed the show, or winced as they tried to imagine how the terrible smelling feet tasted. Marlene scooted to the doorway for more fresh air while even Fratley seemed somewhat put off by Amarant's smelly soles. Freya couldn't get fresh air. She could only breath in the heady pong and try to clean them as fast as her resisting body would let her.
The rat's throat tried to lock up from a blob of grit that washed down it wrong. She bent over, hacking until it came up. Biggs leaned in and caught her eye before she could spit it out and she found herself chewing it, the grit scraping and the nasty earthy bitterness spreading, until it was slid down her throat again.
She finished his left foot, except for his toes, and he forced her to move on to the other foot before letting her clean them. He knew they'd be the worst part and he didn't want her getting a break by licking one set then the other. Again Freya glared at him, though her expression wasn't a strong angry look. She looked tired and sick as she pressed her nearly numb tongue to his other arch.
The burmecian wished it had gone fully numb like her belly while she gathered more scum off. All the grit made her tongue raw the more she gathered it up and there was always more to suck in and swallow. The sweaty fine mud was a welcome relief as it slightly lubricated he. That was only a slight relief as with the slick sensation came the bitter sweat and rotting leaf aftertaste.
Freya tried to lick faster, with her tongue pressing hard enough to indent into his sole. She couldn't handle it much longer. Her belly was rumbling loudly, though she couldn't feel it complaining anymore and had tuned it out. Finishing the arch she moved down, away from his toes and sucked on his heel.
Amarant playfully pulled and pushed, making her follow the foot. She didn't notice the tears leak out of her eyes from the pungent fumes making them water. Her muzzle drug up his foot, still chewing the lumps of sweaty gritty dirt. The ball was easy while she worried about his toes.
Freya felt him press his feet to her face then found all ten toes pressing together in a row just above her nostrils. Their smelly flesh waited for her and her lips trembled before she could calm herself. At last she gripped his ankles and pulled his feet down to suck the first two toes in. As when she'd licked them the bitterly sour toe jam made her tongue burn. The intensely strong sweat and odor filled muck dissolved with her saliva around them and pooled in her muzzle.
She could feel the grit scraping under her tongue but it was the awful taste that assaulted her that made her eyes bulge. Hints of it had come from previous licks but they were nothing compared to the full strength of having two full toes in her mouth at once. Freya gagged, as she when she first started, but stamped it down by swallowing hard. The grit made it harder. The terrible texture mixing with that atrocious taste had her drooling as her body tried to expel it.
Amarant didn't say anything so Biggs didn't insist she suck it back in while Freya slobbered heavily as she worked. The first two toes were followed by the next pair. Loud rumbling came from her belly while the smell slowly diminished in the room. The burmecian's face stank of feet and foot dirt as she licked quickly between the big man's large toes.
They each took plenty of sucking. She had to dig her tongue under his blunt nails before he'd let her move on to the next set. When she didn't he pushed them back into her mouth until she did. Freya learned quickly to do it no matter how awful it was. The earthy salty sourness caked onto her lips from the rest of his feet added to it while a heavy dose of rotten vegetation from between one pair of toes mingled with a fat blob of fine mud and sweat.
More tears ran down her cheeks from the puckering sourness the sweaty muck. Freya tried to stop to catch her breath for a minute after finishing the first foot. Amarant pushed a two to each of her nostrils until she gasped for breath and made her continue whether she was ready or not after just a few seconds.
She choked down the scum, making her cough, as she worshiped and cleaned his last toes. The rat hated when he wiggled them in her mouth. Hated even more when he pulled and pushed to pump them into her lips as though it were some depraved oral sex. Her breath came in hard gasps since she tried to avoid using her nose to breath, though with his toes in her mouth she had to unless she could time it so she breathed only when switching.
Freya stared at the big feet, and saw how much cleaner they looked than when she started. She still felt sick despite the numbness she'd felt earlier. That wore off by the time she finished his feet and she stared up at him as though daring him to do something about it. Her defiance broke a moment later into eye twitching worry when again Biggs held his boot out for her.
He plopped it down in front of Freya, everybody heard a sloshing noise inside. There was already water in it, soaking for who knows how long in the leather and foot cheese and filth that had remained inside. The mage squatted, dramatically holding his nose with one hand under his hood and waving the glass of clean fresh water in front of Freya's muzzle. When she reached for it he pulled it back and suggested she had to ask for it. He held the glass next to the boot and Freya bit her lip for a few seconds. Her fingers dug into her legs and she growled before again managing to control herself.
"May... May I please drink..." She hesitated, fighting herself inside before spitting the rest out. "Drink from your boot!" Not even trying to make it sound like a question.
"Of course. Hold the boot for me, Freya. I would not want to spill it. That's right, lift it up and hold it." Biggs nodded at Freya as she picked up the boot.
She frowned at the water already inside it sloshing around. She wanted so much to push her muzzle into the slow trickle of water when Biggs tilted the glass just a bit. She wanted to clean the gross taste of all those feet out of her mouth. Instead she watched the water dribble slowly into the boot to become tainted. With the water going in, stench came out.
Freya held the boot but tilted her face away as the displaced air wafted up. The rat's eyes watered worse than when she'd licked Biggs' feet the previous night. Her belly rumbled with nausea again from that unwelcome fetid tang hovering under her nose. Her hands shook the longer she had to wait. The water inside the boot sloshed around noisily and Biggs laughed and commented that she must really want ALL the dirt inside.
The glass of water wasn't big, but it took along time, just past a full minute, with the slow pour. Freya's nerves were shot just from waiting. When the glass was at last empty, and the water came up to the ankle of the small mage's boot. He stood back, the rest stepped forward and crowded around.
Freya was again the center of attention, and she didn't like it. She looked at them, then at the boot, then at them. Her eyes closed. Her hands lifted the boot. Her muzzle opened. She sloshed the first gulp into her mouth. The audience clapped and her eyes popped open.
The water was warm. It was gritty, warm, and dirty. Particles floated in it big and small and they coated her tongue and mouth like she had sucked in a dust cloud. The rancid taste she had experienced from the first boot the previous night was back, and stronger. Whatever Biggs had done to make his feet so foul again had enhanced the horrible contents of his boots to new heights of awful. A bit of water dribbled out of her the corners of her mouth when her throat refused to swallow. She was stuck with the mouthful, forced to taste it and swish it around, while trying to force herself to swallow.
Her eyes widened at the dull green color of the water on the floor. A few white chunks of... of something floated in it. On their own those would have been enough to make the rat throw up but she had to be strong. She couldn't fail again and have to suffer MORE. The water in the boot sloshed loudly as her trembling body shook harder. At last her throat convulsed and the water slid down.
Freya felt terrible as it went down. More terrible still when her hands brought the boot up to her lips again. Trying to rush she tilted it back further and tried to guzzle it. Her throat locked up and her eyes bugged. The flavor crawling around her mouth, like stinky aged parmesan cheese soaked in a bowl on the counter overnight with dill pickle juice, mushrooms, and over use up coffee grounds stirred into it. The grit of dirt scrubbing over her tongue made her spit it back out into the boot. Only a little bit managed to trickle down her throat.
She dropped the boot, and curled up, gagging. The boot stayed upright as she dry heaved for several seconds. Again she kept control, but her guts hurt. The burmecian looked sick as she again picked up the boot. Her head swayed when she looked at the audience. She saw Marlene holding Fratley's cocks in one hand and Puck's in the other. Biggs was watching her with unveiled cruel delight. Zidane, the others, they too were enjoying it. The boot lifted again to her lips and again the filth flooded her mouth and left only another couple gulps left in the boot. A lump of something, the size of whole egg yolk bobbed to the top of her mouth. She frozen, limbs stiff, and pressed against it with her tongue. The sour taste of old sweat flooded her mouth tainting the water worse than ever while the object squished and broke up.
Tears ran openly down her cheek as again her throat refused to work. She couldn't open her mouth to spit it out and couldn't swallow. Biggs grinned at her and predicted that she had found the last lump of soured milk he'd had left in the boot. Some of the audience gagged themselves upon hearing it. Freya hit her chest with one hand and finally managed to swallow it. Again she doubled over, curling and heaving. A steam of green dribble from her mouth but she kept it down.
"She is so dedicated to her love of feet, isn't she?" Puck told Fratley as they watched her pick up the boot again.
Her defiant nature made her glare at him and again choke down another wash. The grit filled her mouth with the horrid texture and taste. The odor of old soaked leather came through stronger on this mouthful, the flavor of it came through the foot cheese in a moldy rotting rush. Freya managed to choke it down in a dozen tiny gulps. Her throat continued to stay unwilling to work, though she was forcing it. Her eyes shut halfway at the last chug, some of the grit slipped down right away before she was ready and she coughed the water back out into the boot again. She spluttered for several seconds before recovering. Her audience snickered at her but quieted down when she slammed the boot back to her mouth and swallowed the last of it. The boot slammed again back onto the floor to clapping as she struggled to hold it the water down. Grit was still in her mouth, the awful taste of spoiled leather and sweat and foot scum wouldn't go numb or dead to her senses.
Freya coughed, sending some grit out onto her hand for her to see the greenish black blobs of dirt. She stood up, swaying on her feet and only a hand gripping her wrist stopped her from going to the door. Biggs again had her in his grasp.
"And now, because you put on that amazing show... we have a truly special gift we KNOW you, of all people, will appreciate." He nodded to Zidane.
"We thought we'd get you something nice." He reached down and picked up his shoes, socks still inside of one, while everybody else did the same.
Even the burmecians, though they did not wear shoes, picked up their foot wrappings. Biggs took of his other boot and Freya watched in betrayed horror as Zidane stuffed his socks into the boot. Puck stuffed his foot wrappings after him, with Fratley and Marlene doing the same. Socks from all around the room were pushed into the boot one after another. Then Vivi came in holding a large glass of water and sipping at it.
He seemed surprised when Zidane took the glass from him, exclaiming that it was his. The smallest mage was even more surprised when the genome poured it into his right shoe. Zidane swished it around, then poured that shoe into his left shoe. He swished that too around. A dwarf sat down and opened his boot front. Zidane poured the water from his shoe, into that boot.
Freya stared, her head was shaking back and forth... no. No, she repeated in her head over and over. Her legs gave out when the dwarf sloshed the dirty water in his boot back and forth, washing over the boot and his well licked foot. He tipped that boot so the water poured into the next. The water was brownish as it poured out out into the next boot. The water was darker still as it poured into the next. Then the next.
Each person stood in front of Freya with their shoe so she could watch the water being poured in and sloshed around. Bits of foot debris and shoe fluff and random dirt floated and shone in the increasingly murky water. Every new shoe or boot brought at least a few floaters. Every new shoe or boot darkened the water a bit more. Freya's eyes followed each bit of footwear. Her eyes darted back to Biggs' boot, overflowing with smelly overused socks and foot bindings.
Her head shook no still. She couldn't cry, though. She couldn't do anything but watch and beg them no, silently. Fratley looked disappointed when he had no shoe, he took Biggs' now empty boot on a whim and held it up for his turn instead.
He smiled to Freya, holding it up so she could see as though he believed she really did like it. Her lover gave the boot a firm shake then poured it into Zidane's shoe, which Puck had picked up. Puck poured that into Zidane's other shoe that Marlene held. The cleyran smirked at the other rat woman, still on her knees and obviously miserable. Guest after Guest filled their shoes in a long train of water in, slosh, water out to the next until finally the last black mage poured the water from his boot into Biggs'.
The water was dark black as it filtered through the socks. It had to be poured slowly to give it time to soak through all the smelly cloth filling that boot. Everybody came over to hold their shoes and boots over it to let the final drips that had gathered pour out and into it. Freya's head sagged with her shoulders as the last bit soaked in. The stench rising from that boot made her retch again.
Her eyes shut as another glass of water passed from boot to boot. From shoe to shoe, to the big smelly boot in the middle. Then another glass. The socks inside soaked up some of it, but most sank through to mix all their fetid feet together into a thick foot soup. The black of the dirt sank down by the time the last drips splashed in.
Biggs' boot was set in front of her, the socks dark and black inside. She looked up at everyone then at the boot. They again cheered when she picked it up. They clapped as it was lifted to her lips. The odor burned her eyes but she couldn't look away from the black scum on the top of the boot. Somehow Puck's and Fratley's foot bindings were on top. She shook her head no again as she tilted the boot and nothing came out for several seconds. A drip formed slowly, she watched the cloth darken with liquid, then the boot was pulled away.
Freya stared at Biggs confused as the small mage shook his head. "I'm so sorry, Freya. It seems I forgot a pair of boots..." He tilted Amarant's boots up, the socks still inside of them, and calmly tilted his boot into the first. "There... Much better."
Freya took deep breaths to calm herself. She watched Biggs dump the blackish water out. Bits of white floated in the black and she morbidly wondered how it got through all the socks. The socks themselves he kept from pouring out with finger on them. When most of the water was out he dumped the socks into Amarant's other boot. Both of them were bigger than Biggs' own large boots, and equally as nasty inside.
Biggs shook the fetid water around in the first and finally dumped that, slowly, into the final big boot. Freya's sensitive ears caught a faint fizzing inside from dissolving foot scum and sweat and grit shifting around. The water splashed only a few drops out of the boot and she was disgusted at herself for being so grateful for even that little favor. At last Amarant's sock slid out into the other boot to join the others and Biggs picked up the final boot to hand to her.
Freya closed her eyes as she again tilted it, this time without looking at the black foot soup, and poured some into her mouth. The musky bitter and above all salty tang filled her mouth and a cold sweat built on her whole body. The grit was surprisingly low at first, but was more than made up for by the unbearable taste of putrid feet.
All their odors and sweat and dirt combined into that one abominable flavor of moldy cheese spoiled cabbage, and mushroom-like earthiness. Her throat gave up, after a brief struggle to prevent swallowing, and let it slide down to her belly. Nausea wracked her middle, her arm shook, but Freya held the boot up over her mouth letting the trickle of liquid dirty feet and shoe scum flood her mouth with the mind numbing mix.
The black water coated her tongue like a cream forcing her to savor the musky sweaty foot cheese more intensely than ever. Her palate didn't have any way to describe the awful mixture, it just told her to get it away whatever it took. Freya turned deathly pale as she swallowed more and felt the gritty lumps and floaters.
She couldn't swallow fast enough to not taste it and had to set the boot down before she forced it all back up. After a few seconds of choking and struggling to hold it down, she tried again with a slighter tilt to see if a smaller amount could be downed easier. The slower drain of water made it worse. The less liquid that flowed in meant more on her tongue and less untasted which spreading the vileness throughout her senses more effectively.
Tilting it further made a stream of gritty liquid escape from under the foot bindings in what felt like runny batter slopping into her muzzle. Her ears and tail stiffened, a musky sweetness, somehow worse than bitterly sour, coated her tongue and entire inner muzzle. The grit stuck to her teeth. The chunks broke up and bounced against her tongue. Worse, she had to feel those chunks and that grit dragging along her throat and down all the way to her gut. Freya dropped the boot and darted up and out to the garbage can.
Bending over it, dry heaving, she wanted it out of her. Her body needed it out. But her throat locked up and wouldn't let it back into her mouth even to get it out of her for good. The rat slumped back for several seconds, then heaved again. Again her nausea couldn't push it out and she staggered back to look at everyone in a dazed glare. The boot had landed flat and stood straight ready for her to continue.
Amarant and Biggs both smiled at her and looked from her to the boot. Freya dropped to her knees, swaying a bit, and gripped the massive thing. Her arms shook slightly as she lifted it, tilted it, slopped more into her mouth. A sock slithered out and splattered onto her muzzle splashing the murky sludge filled water into her face. The burmecian ignored it, the stench, the greasy feeling of the water soaking into her fur.
Instead she focused on fighting to swallow more of the liquid. She coughed out a lump of sock fluff. She chewed through a wad of muddy grit, releasing the pent up remains of shed toe jam and sweat. Again she lurched away, but stopped a moment later and instead breathed deeply. The smelly water wafted up to her nostrils and she shook her muzzle to get the sock off of it, which fell back into the boot.
Freya needed to finish, but there was so much water left. Her throat was constricting constantly, the pressure from her body trying to throw up the mess competed painfully against her attempts at swallowing. She set the boot down and hurried over to the can again. The pressure managed to force it out at last and she hated it worse coming up than going down. All the grit, the chunks, the smell, the taste... stayed where they were.
Only a bit of the water came out with the grit and scum plugging her up and hurting as it prevented any more from coming out. A tiny bit of the pressure eased but the rest, the part she needed to remove, stayed down. The rat turned away, then jerked back with her eyes gaping wide. Her belly heaved hard and the grit finally passed through to wash over her tongue. Feeling the the pressure release was so wonderful. Feeling the grit and chunks she'd swallowed and tasting them again was so awful. The heaves stayed for three, then four, then five hard clenches before it all finished and left her with a fresh memory of all the feet she'd licked clean. Freya stumble back to find Biggs standing next to the boot.
"Sorry, Freya, you have to hold it all down. Let's begin again. Everybody Please hold a foot around the boot." He lifted his black foot up, as did everybody after a bit of shuffling forward and positioning.
Biggs let go a low level fire spell, heating the air around their feet to a near blistering heat. Some complained, others just grunted, it really was very hot, at first, but eased into an intense then just a sweaty, steamy, heat. Beads of sweat escaped their pores and Freya watched Biggs add a weak wind spell to gather the sweat and guide it into Amarant's boot. Each small sweat ball dropped in without a splash and slowly the level rose back to where it had started before it had been before.
The fresh sweat came from all over their feet. Between their toes, their arches, heels, even just under their claws or nails. While Freya had licked all over each of their feet, the sweat still kept it's essence of salt and sour. Freya hung her head after watching a minute. She felt a powerful urge to throw more up but her belly was pretty much empty.
It took a few minutes for them all to finish. One foot for everybody sweated heavily into the boot and Freya looked down as it was scooted next to her again. The sloshing murky fluid sounded the same as before and looked the same though a saturated sock stared back at her instead of Fratley's foot wrappings.
She took it without thinking of anything except not wanting to drink any more, and lifted it to her muzzle. The fresh sweat had started off fairly clear and had stayed that way even after being set
into the boot. When she tilted it though, the murky leftover water floated up and visibly streamed into the clearer pure sweat. Freya tilted it further, hoping to get the sweat before the dirt.
Her hopes that the sweat would be slightly better than the dirty were dashed as soon as the first streamer of dirt tainted it. The sweat was salty but even with her first gulp mostly sweat the horrid mushroomy earthiness had already invaded and tainted it. The dirt taste, the aged sweat and mud, was nearly as strong as before. It was worse, though, as the sour fresh sweat was too salty and enhanced the flavor of that dirt. The leftover bile and scum from her throw up also washed over her tongue, along with the grit that had caught in her teeth from behind.
Freya's lower jaw trembled with her strain to swallow. The intense foot odor from the water and socks and boot filled her nose adding its own subtle piquant to her sense of taste. She could taste the natural musk of the dozen people all mixed together more clearly with her nose adding to the overly bitter flavor.
She set the boot down, shut her eyes and swallowed hard three times before it all went down. Again Freya lifted it, tilted it back, felt the not quite black water and sweat mix flow out into her mouth. A strong leather tang hit her first. A once white lump of soaked sock fluff stuck to her teeth for a moment then slipped down with the rest.
Her tail stiffened and her gulp of raw foot and boot wash halted. She swished the crud around in her mouth, trying to chew the lump into a small enough piece to swallow but it wouldn't break up. The rat's eyes watered from both having to swallow the lump more or less whole and having swished the water in her mouth for several seconds without realizing it.
Freya coughed after swallowing and the fluff ball landed back into her mouth. She started to spit it out but Biggs leaned down again and stared at her. The burmecian glared at him, some of her fire coming back into her eyes and she jerked the boot back up and chugged three mouthfuls down.
Tears streamed out of her eyes. Her ears wilted. The boot lowered with a sock still in her mouth. Her hands were very steady as she pulled the sock out and let it drop back into the boot. A lump of mud was stuck to her upper lip, but she pushed it into her mouth after dropping the sock. Her fur looked lighter than before. She'd gone very pale. Her mouth opened to lick her lips and a bit of grit was visibly stuck to it.
Again the boot lifted. Her breath coming in choked gasps. She pressed the foul leather edge in and tilted further. The socks all let loose and slid out to cover her muzzle. The thickest of the muck and cheesy foot mud slid, then plopped out onto her muzzle into her open mouth. Freya let out a high pitched whine. Her tongue was buried in the thick slurry.
A dribble of water ran out from the socks down and around her muzzle. They were still in the boot, but only just. If she pulled her nose out of that foot reeking hole they would have fallen out. She couldn't lower the boot to put them back as she needed the trickle of moisture to wash the sludge down. Her tongue couldn't push hard enough to get all the grit, sock fluff, shoe chunks, and mud down. It felt like she had a mouthful of sand that had been soaked in feta cheese mixed with a hint of mustard and overly generous fish sauce overnight.
The audience heard her slurping desperately at the water leaking out of the socks. They saw her throat swallowing constantly. Biggs and Amarant saw she was going to finish the boot when she finished swallowing. Fratley saw she was having trouble and leaned down to slap her back heartily.
Freya's eyes rolled back. Her face contorted. A loud hurking noise escaped her throat and she dropped the boot. The socks splattered onto the ground, the grit spit out of her mouth to make a wet splat onto the ground. She gagged and held her belly again shaking her head no as it tried to expel the awful mixture of fresh sweat and old tainted sweaty water.
She looked up at Biggs. He shook his head and picked up the socks one by one with his toes. Each one he dropped back into Amarant's boot, the one she hadn't drank from. They made wet splats and squishing noises when they landed on top of each other and he mostly ignored her as he picked them up.
Freya shook her head again, staring dumbly at him before he turned to her. "You know you have to take it ALL down, Freya. Once more... from the top. Feet up, everybody. We'll have to refill it all the way this time so will have to use both feet."
Another fire and wind spell. Another few minutes of watching their feet sweat constantly. Freya sat with her face next to the boot watching and smelling the the mostly clean but rapidly sweating feet. Amarant tapped his chin, his feet sweating profusely, and stared at Freya.
"Freya, I think you should join the fun too. Go on, lift your feet up too, I'm not sure we'll have enough otherwise." The big red haired man told her.
Freya looked down at her still wrapped feet then back at him and his bare feet sweating over the boot. She was too sick to think clearly and at least she wasn't having to drink it for that much longer. After quickly unwrapping her feet and lifted them into the heat. A gasp escaped her throat from the heat but she recovered quickly. The wind spread the heat around them, a few days travel worth of sweat and dirt was soaked in sweat and washed off into the boot after just a couple minutes.
The heat felt good near the end but abruptly ended with everyone but her pulling their feet away. It was only when she saw them staring at her that she realized she'd just made the boot more smelly. She may as well have licked her own feet too, Freya thought bitterly to herself.
The boot sat in front of her, the socks clearly visible through the much less dark but still cloudy sweat. The fresh batch of foot wash didn't reek as badly, but she could still smell it. It smelled more of too many feet than dirt though. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad and hoped she wasn't smelling her own as she'd added a lot of sweat with the rest.
Freya grabbed the boot and lifted it again. Her muzzle slipped in and she hated how familiar the feeling of lifting a boot to her lips had become. The sweat looked like water, but the texture was different. The saltiness and excessive musk made it seem thinner while the heat of it spread the nasty bitterness over her tongue better. While she'd already swallowed much of the dirt, the sweat leeched more out of the socks. Her own feet had added some as well to make the taste just as pungent if, thankfully, less gritty.
Knowing that it was pure sweat as the first mouthful traveled down her throat made it less pleasant though. She'd sort of gotten used to the grit, but pure sweat, that was almost as bad as if they'd spit into the boot. Freya wished she hadn't thought that. She pictured it, the strong foot taste strengthened, she felt what wasn't there and she had to set it down and stare at the cloudy sweat to prove it was just that.
The others watched her, still swallowing though she'd already finished the mouthful. Her bleary eyes stared hard at the boot for several seconds before she got the courage to pick it up again. It was still overly warm. She hated warm drinks, more so with the foot sweat bitterness than ever. Her muzzle opened again and the rat poured a hard long chug in. Her tongue was bathed in it, but it passed through easier with the speed gulping.
As with before her stomach tried to rebel. A wave of nausea spasmed from her guts up with the pressure of it trying to push back out straining her throat. All the sweat and foot musk, the taste and stink still filling her senses from nostrils to tongue to how the dirt felt in her fur, were making her fight herself.
Freya was grateful for the leather taste after it surfaced again. That familiar, relatively safe flavor was something she could focus on. Her guts calmed a bit and she took several deep breaths before lifting it for another hefty chug. A sock slid into her mouth but she didn't stop. More sock pressed against her nose, flopped over her muzzle. Foot and leather and overly aged sweat blocked out everything. Everything but the taste. She cried again at having to swallow, at having to spit some out to get the filthy sock out of her mouth.
The boot dropped, the socks splashed back in, though no drops came out. Freya doubled over, groaning in discomfort and disgust. Some grit had back washed out of the toe of the boot and with it some sludge. The earthy mud was back mixing with the pure sweat. She knew she had another mouthful, possibly two left, but she didn't want to drink them so badly.
Her ears drooped as she tasted her own breath. The musky mix of sweat and sock filth and the old sweaty dirt before was coming back on the after taste. Her hand hit the floor. If she didn't drink it she had to taste it. If she did drink it she had to, it wasn't fair!
Freya glared around the room as though daring anybody to pat her again, then grabbed the boot and tipped it up. Her throat worked hard as the foul taste and texture filled her muzzle. She chugged hard, not noticing a sock sliding partially down with the last of the sweat until she slammed the empty boot down onto the floor. She knelt, staring down, with a brown sock dangling from the side of her muzzle like a long noodle. The burmecian's eyes stared straight ahead, trying not to think about what was in her mouth while she kept swallowing to get the last of the cloudy sweat down.
Her belly gurgled, full from two boot loads of water and sweat and dirt. She cough and coughed again, then tugged the sock out of her throat. The crowd watched closely, wondering if she could keep it down. Freya hugged her legs to her chest as she coughed again, but held it down.
Biggs lifted the boot and swished it, seeming disappointed that there wasn't any liquid. "Very good... but you still need to wring the socks out. Or suck the sweat out of them."
She glared at him and grabbed the socks in one mass. Her hands tightened powerfully about them while holding them over her head. The rat let the wrung out dirty sweat pour into her mouth, though some of it washed down her cheek and chest, soaking her clothing.
Amarant, Biggs, and the rest of the crowd watched, amazed at her blatant acceptance of one more attempt to make her screw up. Freya gagged and choked, not expecting so much of the bitter liquid to come out. She swallowed hard and fast, then threw the socks down and staggered to the doorway. With one last bleary eyed glare at them she hurried out
Zidane and the rest of his gang gathered their shoes and socks quickly and ran off after her. They caught her before she climbed into a stream. The genome tapped her arm to get her attention just before she reached it.
"I'm sorry Freya... but we have to get going. There's no time to clean up until we get the mage's agreement to join us back to the base." He hauled on her, hiding his amusement as he saw her expression at learning she can't clean her dirty and foot smelling fur off.
*****
"Come on, Freya, We're in a hurry!" Zidane called to the lagging burmecian.
Freya panted hard and held her still full stomach. Running had been a chore for her and she was too winded to yell anything back. They hadn't stopped for a rest or even let her near the only canteen they brought with them. Two hours of hiking and running combined with a night of no sleep and foot sluttery had taken their toll on her stamina and she was grateful to see they were at the chocobo forest. Riding would at least let her have a chance to clean up.
Zidane, Vivi, and Amarant all arrived nearly two minutes before Freya. They used that time creatively. Each took a drink, emptying the canteen, and then fetched their mounts. Vivi knew what the others had in mind. He wasn't sure about it, but decided to go along with them anyway. It HAD been kind of fun watching earlier.
He called out to the biggest chocobo he could see, a massive male with large bright yellow feathers, and bribed it with a nice pack of greens. The big bird hurried forward for them and munched contentedly. Amarant and Zidane hurried over, their own chocobos ready and waiting, and set, then loosened, the harness Freya would ride on. The guys had just finished adjusting her harness by the time she got close enough.
Freya panted and stumbled up to them, breathing hard. "Fine... ally. Give me... the canteen."
Zidane shook it upside down, letting the single drip fall out while she clung to her chocobo. "Sorry, Freya, we didn't have much and..."
"Bas...tard." She yelled at him before climbing onto the big chocobo.
The rat stuck her feet into the stirrups, then yelped as her harness slipped sideways. She squeezed her legs tightly around the bird's middle, not wanting to fall off and found herself dangling upside down over the forest floor. Her feet were stuck in the stirrups, which she had twisted to make sure she didn't fall fully out.
"Freya! Haha, damn, I guess you really did want to belly ride!" Zidane laughed as he reached up and tied her ankles together.
"You spilled some, Freya." Amarant muttered as he crouched down in front of her. He grabbed her arms before she could fully recover and pulled them up by the wrists. "I think you'll like riding on his belly."
Freya tugged at her arms, her eyes wide and breath still ragged. She shook her head and growled NO at him even as she felt Zidane slip a leather noose around each wrist. Amarant's grip around her held her firmly and she had no leverage to fight with.
The leather straps tightened as she fought and they were tugged up around the chocobo's neck. Vivi stood off to the side, watching. He wanted to join in, but he was too short and weak to really help much. Deciding to try anyway he came up from behind. The chocobo's rear was fully exposed but Freya's was not.
Vivi floated himself high enough, a good three feet higher, and folded her red coat back down her belly. He heard the rat's surprised yell and complaints but ignored it to unbuckle her breaches under that. His hands stopped when he bared her soft female sex. He hadn't seen hers before. It looked so small, and very sweaty from the long run.
Freya thrashed back and forth under the massive chocobo. Tugging her legs gave no help. Tugging her hands gave none either. The chocobo stood passively munching on another green, seeming quite content to ignore what was happening, until he caught a sniff of Freya's exposed sweaty womanhood.
His massive drumstick thighs spread wider while he crouched, craning his neck to look along his own body. The chocobo's head tilted when he saw Freya dangling under him. Her chest had been pulled tightly to his own. He watch Zidane snap a collar around Freya's and wrap another cord around his broad lower neck. Freya tugged at it but he had better leverage.
She found herself with a face full of feathers until she turned her muzzle a bit. She yelled at them, telling them to stop it and untie her. Amarant pat her cheek condescendingly.
"You're upsetting the chocobo with your smelly fur. I think you should do something to make him happy and WANT to carry you... Don't worry, we know JUST the thing." He turned to Vivi. "Think she can handle him?"
The black mage looked at the big bird and stroked it's thighs, then along it's long genital slit. He looked lost as to how to tell. Zidane leaned over and whiskered into his ear. Vivi looked down, then at Zidane, then slipped his fingers into Freya's sweaty cunt. She yelled to him to stop touching her, but he he rubbed around and pushed three fingers in deep anyway. He watched her thighs quiver as they tried to close but the bird's massive body kept them spread.
The mage finally pulled them out and floated around to the front where he offered his hand to the big chocobo. Its big beak loomed down, opened menacingly, then hesitated. His sense of smell was fairly weak, but the feminine scent of Freya's unwillingly obtained juices was plenty strong for him to notice. Vivi rubbed the hand into the large bird's beak right over it's nostrils. He found the head rearing back licking at it's beak a moment later.
From the back Zidane and Amarant got a good view of the proceedings. Freya's belly mount stamped, his tail flicked around, his cloaca opened and the bird's penis slid out. Amarant grabbed it and guided it, still soft, to Freya's unwilling womanhood. The rat was crying with her muzzle pressed hard to the bird's chest.
Her tears of frustration, exhaustion, and violation, didn't help. Tugging at her bindings didn't help. Clenching her sex to resist made the animal run forward in delight. She felt the anger build, the fade to defeat as the chocobo's maleness sank in deeper. He was much bigger than Fratley had ever been, both in flaccid length and girth.
Freya tried biting the bird's chest to force him to stop but he found it to be just like a love peck from an over enthusiastic hen. His hips rutted forward while he ran forward. Behind him Zidane and Amarant, with Vivi some distance behind them, chased on their own mounts. They didn't really care WHERE they were actually heading. Anywhere was as good as anywhere else while watching their attractive semi-partner belly riding one of the biggest chocobos they'd ever seen.
The beast's cock jiggled inside her as it ran and swelled bigger as his arousal grew. He wasn't sure who, or what, he was mating exactly, but all that mattered to his little mind was the moist female interior clenching around his still growing shaft. Running while raping the woman riding his belly was different for the massive chocobo, but he was enjoying it.
Each hard step jolted Freya under him. Each jolt maid her unwilling sex clench harder. Her inner walls were straining to hold the big animal dick and she bit again and again trying to get him to lose interest. She weakly tugged at her bonds, only making the stimulation better for her mount.
The guys caught up with her chocobo after a while, not quite fifteen minutes, and watched Freya dangling limply from her ride. Her legs were sore from the bondage and the bouncing. Her wrists were too. She felt ever beat of the animal's racing heart through his pulsing manhood filling her belly.
The burmecian wasn't saying anything as she took the big bird. She was trying to ignore the growing pressure on her cervix as it's swelling erection knocked at her womb. Her belly was churning from the added pressure of all the foot sweat and dirt she'd had earlier, the long run, and her forced bestial rape. The pressure of his member swelling and bumping against her inner chamber made it all the worse. A pressure she felt giving way more and more with each jolt of his body to hers.
Her final resistance gave way to his constant battering and she shrieked in panic and disgust. Feeling that animal dick slip in, stretching her out so much wider than she'd ever had, was too much for her to handle after the long day. Freya's bladder released and she humiliated herself even more by wetting herself from the deep penetration.
Amarant's call to Zidane and Vivi made her ears stiffen in shamed anger. They'd made her do it, or made her chocobo do it to her. Even knowing it wasn't her fault couldn't make it feel any better to have her piss soaking into her belly fur, his groin feathers, and feeling it trickle down her ass crack to dribble off her tail.
She knew they couldn't see how deeply her mount was violating her, but she knew they knew it was happening. They could imagine how big he was, how long he was, just by the couple inches of his enormous shaft not embedded inside. Freya wanted to hurt the bird, but she knew it wasn't even the animal's fault, not that her bites had even bothered it.
Zidane gestured with his hands indicating how long he guessed her mount's erection was. Amarant laughed and Freya's blood boiled with rage hearing his comment about her being too loose for for her mount to enjoy. She bit again in fury, which just made her chocobo wark and buck his hips violently as he stumbled forward.
The hard thrusts bounced her with him and hurt with his massive girth poking the back of her womb. With his shaft already fully inside there was nowhere for her body to put the extra length. His cock bulged out of her belly uncomfortably but only Freya and her mount knew about it as her tormenter's couldn't see. Her toes clenched hard, though, and the guys could tell something was happening.
Tears ran down her cheek as she gave another futile tug to her bonds. Her cunt was open too wide at the base and his stiff erection too deep. His unwanted filling girth stroked her constantly with every step, every jump, every struggle she made. Her thoughts grew fuzzy as the run wore on.
She felt so close to her mount. His heartbeat felt like hers after a while. His chest rose and fell against her, hers rose and fell against him. Her womb slowly filled with his eager precum leaking out while her cunt involuntarily squeezed him for more. Even her clitoris, that evil nub, betrayed her by making some of it feel good.
Freya hated his feathered belly dragging over her mound and brushing that sweet spot. Hated the way her wet sex lips stuck to those feathers and became wetter because of it. She wanted to get down and bathe. She wished most of all that she couldn't hear the others. She came hard bucking her hips madly between his massive drumstick thighs.
Vivi spurred his mount up to hers, close by it and just behind. He leaned in to watch her quivering pussy lips. He rather liked the way they pushed out and pulled back around the massive bestial cock. The others rode up to join him while he wondered if he could have a go at her after her mount. Their chocobo leaned in and sniffed. One licked over the unwilling joining, the other warked and butted it away. The guys had to pull away before their own mounts started fighting over her.
"I think they all want a go, Freya!" Amarant called out to her. "When yours gets tired, we'll go ahead and switch so you can have a fresher mount!"
Their smelly dirty toy dangled and flopped limply under her chocobo. His legs slowed with her forced orgasm playfully distracting him. He bent down and cocked his eyes at her dangling from him while looking for the hen he was mating. Not seeing one his hips rutted forward in vigorous curiosity. He finally realized that the rat thing was the one pleasuring him and gave a happy beak clack as he enjoyed her spasming sex.
He tried thrusting, but there was only a little pleasure from it. Freya's hips moved exactly the same as his own except for the tiny bit of slack. After a few thrusts more her mount stomped aggressively in frustration. His head pushed forward as his stomping made it feel good again. He could feel his invading cock wiggling inside her and stomped harder. The guys stopped a short distance away, laughing at the massive chocobo doing a sort of war dance of stomping shuffling and running about in circle.
Freya jiggled about under him. Her cunt sore from the thick bird dick holding her lips open too wide. The added stomping made her smell the bird's natural stink more as he worked himself into a sexual frenzy. While she'd had her muzzle against him for several minutes she'd been too distraught to even notice the animal's unwashed feathers. He smelled strongly of musk, a smell she was quite sensitive too while still in her unwanted orgasmic afterglow.
She groaned tiredly in complaint as he kept going. His heartbeat grew faster and thumped harder, in his chest. His cock pulsed throbbed powerfully inside her. The chocobo made sure she knew every inch of his length with his powerful legs bouncing her clenching inner walls around it. He made sure his cock knew her too, though only because of how good it felt for him.
Vivi scooted his chocobo closer, with the others following a moment later, and watched the massive mount extending his neck forward as he danced. His beak went slack after a few seconds. His short wings spread and flapped wildly a few seconds more and his tail flagged up and down comically. Freya let out a loud sob under him and the noise from her throat was soon drowned out by the beast's rapid half wark noises and grunts.
His penis pulsed visibly from behind with the powerful jets of cum making it bulge wider briefly for each jet. Freya felt his semen move along his cock from just past the root all the way into her womb. Each spurt was so hot as it filled her. She let out a groan before she could stop herself. The heat of his seed felt good. Her body wanted more and her sex contracted around his girth to get it She hated herself for it. She hated her partners more.
Her mount didn't mind at all that the other chocobos were watching him. He proudly rutted the tight female with enthusiastic stomps and thrusts. It had been a few weeks since the last females were receptive and it was good to relieve that itch again. His tail feathers flagged faster at her pussy gripping and tugging him he let loose a few last spurts.
Under him Freya's womb bulged with overly hot avian cum. It was uncomfortably full despite her still working cunt trying hard to pull more out of him. The rat felt him relax as his orgasm faded. She heard Zidane cheering him on and the disappointed sigh when her mount finished. Her jaw unclenched after a few moments and she tried again.
"You've had your fun, now LET ME DOWN!" She just managed to yell before a slap on the rear made her chocobo run again with Zidane and Vivi already running ahead of him.
Amarant kept up with her. "Oh, I don't we can do that. He's not tired yet and it'd be a shame to let him go before he's exhausted." Freya glared at him but pulled away when his hand rubbed some of her own cum onto her muzzle. "Don't say you didn't like it. Such a filthy foot and beast slut you are. There'll be plenty of fun for you. All our chocobos will be happy to give you a ride and make you feel REAL good."
Freya kept her face turned away from him. It was the only movement she could make to deny him anything. She hoped he'd just go away and leave her to the jolting of the animal's body around hers and penis still wiggling around at half mast inside. As his big drumsticks pumped around her she couldn't help but concentrate on her pussy still gripping her mount's manhood.
Her thoughts drifted to the feet earlier in the day, hoping to put off the response she knew was coming again. Freya could still taste the sour foot filth in her mouth. Could still smell it on her breath and, even more so, on her fur. The bitterness made her lip tremble as it wrinkled in disgust but even that smelly bad tasting memory didn't keep her body from enjoying the chocobo's cock splitting her.
She stared blankly at the trees flashing past, another tear running down her muzzle. The pleasant feeling was building again. He was more pleasant to hold inside while half soft and the way his dick shifted inside rubbed her just right. His shifting thighs made her shift to again stimulate her pleasure button and he even managed to brush against her tail, something she'd always enjoyed, with his lower legs as he ran.
The chocobo was panting as he ran though, with the guys leading it in circles and along more difficult routs. Freya shrieked when mount ran through a swamp and her attempt to stop becoming aroused worked better than she'd hoped. The brackish water and mud sprayed her while the chocobos ran through it and she heard Zidane make a joke about getting the water dirty.
She growled weakly and then went limp as the heat and humidity increased. Wherever they were was much hotter than where they'd been. Freya felt herself sweating after a few minutes. Her mount was panting loudly too, though he was also getting erect again. She wasn't sure if she hoped he was exhausted or too aroused.
His stiff shaft inside hurt during some of the harder jolts but her womb and gaping cunt gripping him. The guys did notice that her chocobo was stepping a lot heavier than he needed to after a few more minutes and spurred their mounts on to faster run. The massive animal ran harder to keep up instead of concentrating on releasing the growing need again.
Freya bit into his chest feathers to keep her head from bouncing at the hard run. She'd been strapped to the big bird for more than an hour already. Her neck was stiff and her cunt was raw from over stimulation. The burmecian's sex was as wet as it was raw, though, and she was building towards another orgasm just as her mount was.
The guys stopped their mounts when Vivi told them Freya was moaning again. They laughed at the chocobo shifting from one leg to another like a toddler that had to pee. He seemed more anxious than before. The long run had made him put off that powerful urge to release and left him too breathless to do the rape dance he needed to get off in his bound rider.
Freya and her chocobo could only breath heavily and catch their breath as their need cooled down a bit. It was torture for the rat. She didn't want the orgasm, or even the pleasure. She didn't want that fat animal's dick rubbing her so well inside. Being forced to accept it all against her will and then having it stopped right at the edge drove her into frustrated sobs of anger.
Her panting mount, and her tormentors, enjoyed her renewed struggles. They could tell she was struggling to thrust against the massive animal dick stretching her open instead of trying to get away from him. Vivi again got closer, this time though he was being mischievous. While Freya tried to get her pleasure, and her exhausted mount tried to get up the energy to finish, he chanted a low level lightning spell.
With a wark of surprise at the zap that hit his ass, the Massive chocobo jumped and landed heavily. He took off again for another few dozen yards, with Freya going limp from the pleasure that panicked hopping run gave her. She clenched her thighs hard around him, trying to get enough slack to hump him while her cheeks blazed with shame. His cocktip inside her womb tickled her arousal too far to resist anymore. That discomfort, that bulging invasion, the feathers still tickling her clit made her try even with the humiliation of losing control.
Vivi zapped the chocobo again, with only a jump as a result. Freya panted hard, so close to the edge but unable to get any closer. Zidane rode up and dismounted. He slipped a hand behind her chocobo and stroked the big bird dick along the inch or so still sticking out of her. It took only six strokes to make her mount cum and the exhausted chocobo clacked his beak in tired bliss while he filled his rider.
Freya's eyes gaped wide. She hadn't peaked again, but feeling the animal unload a second load of semen into her made her need to all the more. Her eyes glared at Vivi, who floated up to look at her, but she didn't say anything. Her thoughts were between her legs at the powerfully pulsing cock feeling so good inside. The pressure in her womb built with his copious release and with that pressure her unwilling lust rose too. She could feel herself edging just that bit further towards her own peak and her hopes rose.
Her mount's orgasmic pulsing built and worked her just right. The pressure in her belly built wonderfully. The burmecian's thighs clenched rapidly as she tried to encourage him on. All too soon though, something changed. Her chocobo's stiff maleness suddenly stopped pulsing. Moments later his shaft softened.
The pressure in her cum filled womb let up as his tip popped out. All the way out as the animal's dick flopped completely spent and limp and retracted to his body. Freya felt dazed and drained while desperate for anything to ease the need he'd left unfulfilled inside. Zidane rubbed her cheek after she screamed in frustration.
"Don't worry, Freya, Amarant's over there with a new mount for you." He seemed cheerful as the big red haired man rode back with another massive chocobo in tow.
The new bird had pretty blue feathers and pretty muddy feet. The rat didn't really notice any of it though, she was feeling betrayed by the yellow chocobo for not forcing her to cum again. She didn't even think to resist when Zidane and Amarant untied her. Instead she clenched her thighs and tried to reach down to her groin to masturbate.
They kept her hands away though, and carried her to the new blue mount. She was unexpectedly passive as her belly was pressed to the massive feathered chest and slid into place. The chocobo leaned its head down to look at her and then pulled it up quickly as it smelled the strong stench of feet and sweat covering her face and upper body.
Freya found herself cooling down with the minute of nothing stroking her blazing sex. The leaking choco cum dribbling out of her felt good, until the lust fogging her mind faded. Thoughts of the rape came too late though. The guys finished binding her wrists and feet together, equally tight but with more slack to allow herself to fuck the bird's dick. They'd decided if she wanted to show off by lewdly fucking her mount, they should let her.
Her mount shifted with the rider in such an odd position. He'd never had a belly riding passenger but it did feel good to have her there, so he didn't mind. The somewhat angry noises coming from his rider weren't his problem. Her tugging wasn't really his problem. Her hips rubbing against his inner thighs however, were definitely of interest though.
Freya struggled more as her lust came down. Her sex was still drooling, both chocobo semen and her own natural juices, but she had cooled off enough to fight again. The new blue feathered mount smelled of water and mud. She'd never been fond of the river chocobos and being strapped to one was even less pleasant with Zidane pushing his fingers into her cunt.
"Let me GO, Zidane!... Please?" She added feeling rather desperate. "Isn't that enough?"
He wiped some of her own moisture, and her previous mount's cum, onto her nose then, held the rest up to the massive blue chocobo. The new choco responded exactly as the first had. His beak leaned into it, scenting her heat. His body processed it. His penis slid out of his cloaca. Vivi guided the animal's cock to Freya's unwilling but oh so receptive cunt.
Her mount let out a happy sound at her sexual heat surrounding his growing maleness. Freya let out a strained sob. The pleasure that had been fading rapidly returned as the animal sank deeper. She didn't even notice Vivi taking off his shoe to step in his own chocobo's urine. All she could see was the feathered blue chest her face was pressed too while all she cared about was getting away from that invading cock while taking more of it deeper to relieve that damned sexual itch.
The trip continued at a much more sedate pace while Freya moaned and yelled at them for a bit. She fell into a lustful sullen silence while her chocobo grew more agitated and aroused. The guys kept the pace slow to allow her first mount to keep up with them. He could walk for a while, but they knew he had to take it easy. They also knew that Freya would find it difficult to to get off at such a slow speed. Making her wait just a bit longer and need it more was all the more enjoyable.
Amarant rode next to her bird and pat her ears. "Comfortable Freya? We'll be making camp in an hour... or so. You want something to drink?"
She was about to tell him no but she realized how terrible her mouth tasted and how dry it really was. The two hours of belly riding, of moaning and grunting, of complaining and yelling and threatening, had all left her throat dry. Her growing distrust of her companions, made even less trusting by their obvious rape and abuse of her, made her reluctant to say yes though.
The dry throat however, made her give in though she only gave a hesitant. "Yes..."
Amarant took his cantine, took a swig from it, then put it away. He took a different cantine and pressed it to her lips. Freya was shocked when the first thing she tasted, was water. It was warm, but actual water, and relatively clean. She sucked hard at it before it was tilted fully upward. A heavier taste entered the water as it was stirred up. The clean water turned more bitter and she could taste the familiar grit that had been on the man's feet earlier.
Though the foot taste wasn't there, the awful texture made her mind recall the cheesy smell and flavor all too accurate. She gagged at the memory, and the substance in her mouth, but didn't throw up. The memory of having to repeatedly drink it all over and over again kept it down solidly, even after he pulled away and rode off.
The second mount she was much looser with, she discovered after a while. Freya hadn't noticed the loose hips when they were tied but her increasingly growing arousal made her unable to stay still. Her mount's jumping over a ledge made her swing under his belly and for the first time she was able to work his shaft.
She'd felt him throbbing and swelling inside of her for the past twenty something minutes and, like the first chocobo, he'd grown very filling. The burmecian couldn't tell if he was bigger or if it was just her hips pushing further to his groin, but he felt larger. His cock too pushed through into her womb, making more choco seed dribble out of her sore but unsated cleft.
The blue chocobo was growing frustrated with the slow pace. He wanted to run and he wanted to ride the female that was holding his cock. Even if he couldn't see her, he knew she was there. Her inner grip was a bit different than the last hen he'd been with but the wetness, the heat, the clutching of hungry muscles were all there. He could even hear the needy grunts from his female.
Like Freya's first mount, it took him a while to figure out that she was the "hen" he was breeding. Unlike the first mount, Freya could pleasure them both more freely. Her cheeks blazed with shame as she did just that. Both belly rider and mount enjoyed it, the chocobo more than the rat.
Zidane and Amarant watched with far more interest than Vivi. The black mage was busy keeping track of where they were going to notice Freya bucking lustfully into the animal's fat dick. The two bigger guys were betting on which would go first. Freya was Amarant's pick. Zidane picked the chocobo. Their bestial raped partner didn't pay them any attention. The unwanted pleasure between her legs demanded her attention even despite the growing body aches and sexual soreness from being opened by and filled with her mount's excessive member.
Her breath was hard against the blue feathers. Her mount was breathing hard too as he jogged at an unusually slow pace across the lush field. Her trembling thighs visibly strained to push her pelvis to his. They'd left her enough slack to work his shaft, but her position demanded strong legs to do it. Pump after pump and she could feel her muscles turning to jelly from the workout.
Inside, her clutching sex welcomed the chocobo's massive males with fond rippling muscle contractions. Her lips pulsed and tried to drag him deeper, even when they kissed his feathery groan and slit. All along her sex channel she reveled in the veins and bulges on his avian cock. Her pussy squeezed her unwanted lover's pre-seed out and she could almost feel it splashing into the slowly leaking pool of male sap left by her previous mount. Both bird's leavings kept her sopping wet between her legs.
Both her fur thighs and his feathers, her lower belly and his groin, all were wet and sticky from the forced sex. Her mount didn't mind at all as he walked on. He yelled at the big yellow chocobo following him, but as the other big male was so exhausted, there was no worry about him being a rival. His small mind was mostly focused on the wonderful, if unusual, hen so eager for his chicks. He slowed suddenly and arched his long neck down to peck at her, only to pull away when he caught the stench of old feet.
The odor didn't put him off, but it did make him start running again to get away from it. Below him Freya didn't even notice. She didn't notice the chocobos stopping or Zidane and Amarant Climbing down. She didn't even notice Vivi setting up the tent as she rutted her beast and felt her peak finally hit.
The burmecian's body shuddered. Her weak tired legs found enough strength to slap her wet sloppy sex lips to his hips wet sticky feathered groin. Her stiff clit drug through his feathers while inside her body dragged at the hot choco cock trying to drain it dry. She needed her mount to fill her while lost in the passion of release. Even forced she still needed him to cum. Having him inside just wasn't enough, at least, while she was riding her own pleasure.
Her mount stomped in pleasure but she wasn't making him cum as she'd stopped humping into him shortly after she'd cum. Instead Freya squirmed and hugged around his massive feathered frame while her inner walls rubbed up and down his length. The chocobo tried thrusting but the lack of a body to connect to his hips only confused him.
He was close to the edge. Just a few more thrusts but, as he danced around trying to cum, Freya just held herself pressed against him panting hard without moving anymore. Her orgasm faded, reality returned. That deep itch was scratched and she realized what she'd done, been forced to do. Zidane looked down at her.
"Wow, you really like chocobo cock don't you?" He pat the big bird's neck. "But hey, why didn't you get him off? You can't leave him like this!"
"Let me down...please, I did it, just let me down." She felt terrible, she smelled terrible, and after her orgasm and all she'd drank at the mage village, she really had to pee!
"Well, you get him off, and we'll let you down. Can't torture the poor chocobo by leaving him on the edge can you?" Zidane enjoyed the look of exhausted discomfort on her face. He knew she was too tired to be angry at them. "Well, go on, show him what a nice chocobo hen you are and polish his sword."
Amarant and Vivi joined him, having set up the tent a bit too quickly. She could see them out of the corner of her eye and saw they weren't joking about having to finish him off. Freya grunted and tried to pump her thighs. Her legs were so tired and weak from getting herself off though.
The rat didn't want to get her mount off even though she knew she had earlier, to her shame. She wanted to fight, but more than that, she wanted down. Her hips jiggled and she tried hard to pleasure the chocobo just to get it over with. Each movement made her mount respond, but he just didn't unload into her.
Straining her burning thighs she finally managed pump against him. She felt the animal respond again and battled the tears of humiliation to get the job done. Again her hips trembled as she pulled them to his and pushed them away. It would almost have been worth it to ask the guys for help, but she knew she couldn't live that down.
Even though they had forced her to accept her belly riding rape, she couldn't ask them to help her like that. That would be accepting what they did. She hated them more for making her think that.
Again and again, her thighs pumped. The damned stupid bird just wouldn't shoot. She could feel his cock bulging through her belly with each thrust, feel the tip shifting inside her womb. His length pulsed powerfully inside and it felt like he was cumming, but nothing was coming out. She growled in frustration and slapped their hips together hard. Finally!
An eruption of chick seed sprayed into her womb. Her chocobo let out a trill of pleasure and jabbed his hips carelessly into the air with his blue tail feathers flagging up and down. Freya's belly swelled with the load. So much more than Fratley had ever produced, she thought again as the pressure of her womb filling grew uncomfortable.
Zidane and Amarant worked her bonds off quickly as soon as they saw her mount finish. The dropped her to the ground under it after just the first four spurts. She lay there, dazed, as the rest of his bestial load sprayed over her. Zidane said something smart and she fell into the trap of opening her mouth to reply, catching some of the chocobo cum in her mouth instead of only wearing it.
He finally stopped, his dick flopping over and splattering her with the last of his seed as it softened. The big chocobo pranced around to the other chocobo, warking and making noises to them. The smaller males seemed a bit jealous, though none of the party noticed.
Freya lay where she'd fallen, too weak to fight. She just wanted it all to end. It took all her strength just to wipe some semen from her eye, which stung a bit and see the tent. Her bladder made itself known again and she couldn't stop herself from letting out a powerful jet of piss where she lay while the guys were moving in to help her up. Though they were amused by her show, they didn't wait to pick her up.
It was even more humiliating being hauled up while still pissing than if they'd just let her lay in the animal spunk. Freya's ears sagged, her tail was limp, her piss trickled over her legs as they were too weak to stay where she put them or hold her up. Both Amarant and Zidane took an arm and helped her back towards the chocobo corral.
All five of them were in there. They all looked tired, though the blue choco looked the least tired as he warbled with the others about the hen he'd bred. Freya stared at them, trying to think they were just going to pet them, as the guys carried her. Her legs were too drained to hold her weight anymore. They felt so heavy and weak as she was plopped onto the ground just inside the pen.
Vivi watched them, from near the tent where he got the fire going. Zidane used some nice greens to lure her massive yellow mount over to them. He was slow, but recovering his own strength. Amarant put a collar around his neck and quickly put hobbles around the big bird's ankles. With a bit of showing off, the big man pulled the big chocobo's leg up to rest on a bar next to Freya's muzzle.
The burmecian turned her face away from the foot. She'd expected it to be dirty after the run, but she hadn't expected it to be smelly too. Dried dirt from the run had runnels of sweat that had slid down from both her and the animal's own body. The sweat had built pretty trails in the light dirt and he hadn't washed long before they'd chosen him as a mount.
Freya could see bits of grass stuck under his claws. A skewered leaf was jammed onto one toe. She looked up at her gang in disbelief, as though licking the chocobo's feet would somehow be worse than riding his belly had been. Zidane swished a glass, a real glass, of clear water around and set it nearby.
"For you, Freya. As a... reward." He looked at the other two, Vivi just coming over, then back to her.
"What horrible things did you put in THIS one?" Freya managed to ask. Her throat felt so dry. Speaking brought bad flavors up into an already dirty tasting mouth. She didn't want to drink more of Amarant's feet or dirt or piss, she just wanted to get away from them. "Haven't I done enough already?!"
Zidane rubbed a finger around the rim. "It's clean water. If you don't want it, fine... but I think it'll make licking all their feet clean a lot more pleasant." He smiled and slowly picked up the glass. "Up to you though."
Freya's hand darted out and grabbed the glass, spilling about a quarter of it before she got it to her lips. Her eyes widened, it actually was clean water, though with a hint of sweat from Zidane's finger around the rim. It felt good to have something clean go down her throat. The water swirled in her mouth and after the first swallow she gargled and spit some of it out in relief. The water had darkened visibly from the dirt that came out. She still had the bad taste, but it was greatly reduce.
Her glass was empty all too soon though and she found herself staring at the massive chocobo's massive feet. Since she was feeling better, Freya was feeling more angry. She didn't deserve it, they knew she hated it, and she hated herself ever more as she found herself leaning forward to press her lips to the knobby, scaly, sweaty foot.
Freya wanted to turn her face away from the dirty thing even as she kissed it. Her tongue slid out hesitated in her mouth. It would be so bad. Every foot she'd licked had been, the sweaty stink from the chocobo didn't tell her it'd be any better. She was right.
The first lick gathered a small amount of dirt, turning her tongue tip brown, and the work worn choco foot left a burst with earthiness on her senses. The road dust was sharply bitter. The old sweat was sour, but far more musky than the other feet she'd licked earlier had been. The flavors mixed in her mouth making her taste similar to very dark chocolate mixed with nearly ripe cranberries with just a hint of mushrooms.
She tried to pull away, but found Amarant holding her head pressed firmly to the foot. "No... I'm not licking it!"
The pressure pressed her muzzle back into the wrinkle between top two toe segments. "You will. You can't be a good foot slut if you won't lick any feet." He leaned in, with his head turned away to not smell her so much. "Perhaps you'd prefer to spend all night fucking them outside the tent instead?"
Freya's eyes widened. She didn't have to think much on it to know he was serious. With being forced to belly ride them earlier, they obviously wouldn't have any problem with forcing her into more animal rape. A snark escaped her throat, making her lip curl, but she slipped her tongue over the rough foot again and drug it firmly along the joints between the toes.
Another lick, then another, and she felt like she was back in the mage village. A male's filthy foot she had to clean with her mouth, his worse than unpleasant sweaty dirt coated her tongue. Coated her lips. Coated her teeth as she licked more dirt off.
Her breath filled with his smelly foot musk whether she breathed through her mouth or through her nose. His aftertaste was weaker than Amarant's and Biggs' had been, but was still pungent as her lips drug along it. Freya found her lips could clean some of it so that she wouldn't have to lick so much funk off it. Her lips could only do so much, though, and she found that she needed to lick the area before anything would come off.
The rat started on the side of his massive foot, licking upwards she found that the higher up his foot she went the sweeter it became. Amarant didn't want that though. He wasn't interested in seeing her clean the top. Zidane too wanted her to suffer through the bottom and both gripped an ear hard.
"Get to the fun stuff, Freya. It's better for you." Zidane told her sharply.
Freya was feeling a bit worried as she leaned in to press her muzzle between the chocobo's toes and lick under them at the much rougher and nastier sole. At least before they had pretended to be somewhat nice. Her ears hurt from their squeezing and digging a finger in each. She relaxed a bit when Amarant let up but he gave it another harsh pinch that made her jerk away.
Her hands jerked up to the animal's ankle and pulled it up. Another glare at the guys around her, including Vivi who was watching intently with a bump in the front of his robe, and she went to work on the bottom more fully. His foot was longer than her arm, and wider for much of it. She could see the sweat blobs where they'd ran down and congealed with the dust and dirt of the trail. They dissolved on her tongue as she gathered them up. Streaks of orange came through after each lick but the crusted on grit and grime took several attempts to get off.
Freya felt the nausea from the last time she'd tasted feet coming back. That they were stupid animals made what she was being forced to do even worse. They didn't care or even understand how humiliating it was for her, how bad they tasted, how smelly their feet were. She made a face suddenly, the fetid flavor far too much on the stroke up from heel toe to toe cleavage.
The guys enjoyed her head shaking as she tried to get over the sudden spike of choco funk. They enjoyed the streak getting lighter as it traveled from the heel to the front. Freya took a second to gag then looked over at them as though hoping to see them relent. They stared at her with no change to their expressions. She winced as she put her narrow muzzle back for another lick along the big bird's joint creases
She'd thought the foot wasn't as bad as Amarant's at first. Another swipe with her lips having to nibble and tug at a stuck on old bit of something she didn't want to think of. The bird had never washed its feet. Freya didn't realize chocobo could get so disgusting under their toe claws either.
Swiping her tongue under it slid compressed sweat and, she was surprised, old sexual leavings. There was a salty acidic tang to it with a stale odor of choco... her eyes widened and she whined at realizing old chocobo piss. The stuff coated her tongue as well as her teeth and all around her mouth. She coughed but a finger pushed her right back to the toe tip.
Glaring with her eyes watering from the strength of that claw cheese she reluctantly sucked it into her mouth. Freya closed her eyes, as though not seeing those big toes still waiting for her attention would make it better. The big chocobo above her took the foot attention casually. He glanced down now and then but otherwise just looked around and waited patiently for her to finish.
He flexed his toes at random, making sucking them all the more difficult and unpleasant, but Freya had no choice. Toe after toe slid into her mouth until she'd licked each of the four, including the heel toe. She felt sick as she looked over the first foot. All that effort... for one. The rat leaned in and licked a brown spot. A hand stroked her butt and she dropped the leg to see Vivi crouching behind her still caressing it.
Amarant tugged her former mount's other foot up. "Don't mind him, get back to work. You still have plenty of feet left to love. You do love it, don't you Freya?" His eyes told her the correct answer, her weak legs told her she had no real choice.
The chocobo hopped a bit before balancing into position while she angrily gripped it and leaned into the equally smelly and dirty foot. He rather enjoyed the strange attention. His other foot felt funny clean but flexing his toes felt much less rough. The bird lowered his head to watch the strange hen lick at his toes. Her tongue cleaning out under his claws felt very pleasant, though he had no idea why she was doing it.
Freya had started with the chocobo's toes hoping to get the worst over with quickly for his other foot. They were just as bad and her hopes that it would mix with the other foot's after taste didn't come true. The cheesy filth coated her tongue and enhanced the flavor already there rather than being covered up by it. She choked on the fetid taste of elderly compacted sweat, dirt, old feathers, and stale chocobo piss and cum.
Like his other foot each toe had it built up into a nasty bean shaped mass. She sat back, choking and trying to control her gagging when she noticed her former mount looking down at her. The burmecian glared up at him as she tried to keep herself from crying. The tears tried to come out from the acidic piss burning in places she hadn't expected under her tongue and more sensitive areas of her mouth.
She licked further down his foot gathering more dry crusted sweat and dirt. The odor was stronger on that foot, she couldn't tell why until she noticed the crusted protein on his ankle and heel, backwash from his last copulation with her or another chocobo. With how dry it looked, it had to have been there some time.
Freya pressed on, glad that at least the bird wasn't enjoying it like the other men she'd been forced to lick had. At least he wasn't showing any visible arousal from it. She looked up, her muzzle and tongue rust colored from the foot cheese she cleaned off. Her muzzle worked a chewy bit of plant matter that had been hidden in the sweat and dirt.
His cock slit was closed, which she was happy about, but a finger pressed her muzzle back down to the rough orange foot. "Get back to work, plenty of time for you to fuck him later."
She glanced at Zidane with hatred in her eyes but pressed her muzzle back to the knobby heel and worked at the old cum and muck. The cum softened with her licks. It tasted spoiled and sour. The musky overtones were overwhelming even the claw jam and making her feel sick again as lick after lick cleaned it up.
Freya sucked on his heel toe to get the last of it and worked into the toe joints and cleavages. His foot took a while, but at last she finished it. Her hands slipped away, Vivi lead the chocobo back, and she leaned back wiping her filthy face and licking her robe to get the taste out. A shadow looming over her made her look up to find the blue chocobo and his feet presented to her.
She slumped down, slamming her fist into the dirt under her. "No... No... NO!"
The guys pushed her face to his feet, just as foul as the first bird's, and made her work on him too. Forcing her was getting more difficult, but she found herself staring at her former mount's ankle, with one of his toes so deep in her muzzle it made her gag. Vivi had made a face when he got too close to hers, the foot dirt was quite smelly in her fur and getting worse each time she was forced to worship another.
Her blue mount had copious fresh semen splattered all over and around his feet. His sexual musk, and that of her other mount, tainted the already pungent scum on both feet. Much of it had wiped off on the bottom, but more from the top slid down to replace it throughout the long trip leaving a slight stickiness to the dirt and sweat underneath.
Freya's tongue left a brown streak after her first swipe across the bottom. It wasn't wet exactly, but felt like it should be. The stickiness of the cum hadn't gone away and felt too gummy on her tongue. Sour salty sweat mixed with it making a much too musky mix in her mouth. The odor from it grew with the first few licks as more was exposed. That she could taste a little of her own natural sexual flavor mixed with that of the massive bird's feet made her want to throw up more than anything else had.
Freya hadn't realized how much she'd cum around those bestial cocks and had to stop to control her gut. She could taste the bile in the back of her throat, tainted with the cheese from the other chocobo, and swallowed hard to keep it down. Behind her she could feel a finger wiggling under her tail but all she could do was push her muzzle back and drag her tongue along another joint crease. A dried berry, she hoped, stuck to it and she pulled it into her mouth, chewing frantically in the hopes it would break up and go down before tasting it.
The hard crusty thing dissolved, filling her mouth with months or longer of sweat scum and salt. There was a lump of something harder and gritty, and she swallowed it before it could grate on her teeth too much. All throughout her mouth the the acrid flavor spread. The bean of foot cheese had been jammed into that bottom scale joint long enough to make a dent.
Above her, while her tongue slathered over his foot up and down from heel claw to toe claws, the blue chocobo felt an old pressure relieved. His beak went slack and head lowered as though he were orgasming again. He too, like her last chocobo before him, looked down to watch her. The strange hen really did seem to be unhealthily focused on his feet. That wasn't something it thought anything of as he watched.
She stopped and gagged, more hands groped her breasts through her coat, then unbuttoned it. Freya didn't look at them. Her tongue left another streak through the thick musky foot cheese. Fingers squeezed her in a lewd grope. The nasty smelly tang made her lip curl again but she tried to focus on it rather than the hands touching her. That idea switched the stronger the taste got.
Freya found her attention on the fingers more while her guts rumbled and she had to lean to the side and spit a bit up. The bird's fetid footy aftertaste stayed with her despite the small puddle she made, stayed with her as hands guided her face back to the foot where she again found herself licking more and exposing more of the orange foot.
The blue chocobo's feet weren't as rough as the yellow's had been. They were much softer, almost wrinkled in places from his time standing in, or at least ON water. The more she exposed the sweatier the flavor became. The dirt layers that had built up over his feet away from the water had concentrated it too much. It made her eyes water until she licked the seemingly clean areas enough enough to scrub down to the scales.
Every lick brought her closer to finishing though and tried hard to remember that while hoping the hands kept their unwanted distractions. So sweaty under the dirt, she saw a bit bead out between the foot scales after she'd licked it and realized he was getting his feet sweatier even where she cleaned..
Freya looked at it, no brown remained on that foot, and saw she'd just been licking the new beads up. She set his foot down and angrily gripped the other, which Amarant kindly yanked up for her. He smirked.
"What, got tired of licking that one? You were done with it a couple minutes ago. Stupid foot whore."
Her eyes glared at him but she didn't say anything. He wanted her to, so it was a little victory for her. She winced at the foot in her face again, a very little victory. Her legs were cramping badly from the strain and then sitting in one spot for a while. They helped her get over her revulsion enough to lick at the smelly bird feet again.
She sucked on his heel toe first, watching skin under the dirt. They couldn't bead out the sweat with the dirt still on. Cleaning up the nasty old sweat made them equally sweaty. Mixed with the cum she'd leaked onto both his feet, much drier on the second foot, it was enough to make her gag again. The chocobo wiggled the toe in her mouth in response to her mouth around it. His blunt dirty claw left a bit of claw jam across her teeth and tongue as it scratched at her tongue near the back of her muzzle.
The jam's built up footy flavor spread fast but it was the toe's wiggling that made her pull away. A strong hand pushed her back and held her with the toe fully inside her mouth. She whined while her former mount tried to get his foot back. The added struggling from Freya spooked him and she was glad when he yanked his foot from her mouth on his own. A levitation spell from Vivi kept the chocobo from actually going anywhere though as it tried to run.
The burmecian had hoped the big chocobo would get away, instead he ran in the air until he was confused, then stopped and calmed down. Her head hung, the jam still unswallowed and leaving it's foul cheesy taste burning her tongue. It took her a few moments to fight herself. Her throat quit swallowing several times, making her fight herself to get it down until her body gave in. She wanted it to stop. Needed it to, but even so, she kept wiping bits of cheesy grime from the massive bird foot and each crevice between each joint and rough scaly crease.
Amarant and Zidane watched her licking up the second foot. Enjoying the streaks she left along it. Her tongue was a mess of foot scum brown and a finger from below teasingly trapped it to the bottom of the chocobo's foot. Freya squealed at the pressure squeezing on that soft wet mouth flesh. She squealed at the strong old sweat and dirt lingering without. Her struggles only wiped her tongue back and forth in that same spot. Tears ran down her cheeks again.
Trying to lick the gross things as they wanted was bad enough, but she couldn't take them holding her and stopping her from it while making her suffer through it longer. Freya jerked her head back and forth and finally Zidane let her tongue up. He slid his hand down her coat, one finger covered with foot cheese flavored spit, and stroked it into her cleavage. She licked and sucked over the bottom and the joints, then suckled on each of the bird's toes. A bit more claw jam made her heave up again. She felt the pressure in her gut of more wanting to come up but all she could do was move back to the foot and finish up between the animal's toe cleavage.
They made her clean each of the other chocobo's feet thoroughly. First Amarant's mount with its rough feet for her to clean. The feet were less filthy than the bigger birds but equally unpleasant in their own way. That mount swapped with the next, then the last swap to Vivi's. Freya felt the unwelcomed nauseating fullness she'd felt from the mage's village party. She wished she could throw up again, but her body had surrendered to her after her resistance the last time. The heaves stayed down. All the while, nearly an hour and half of smelling and sampling the rough avian feet, they touched her and enjoyed her humiliation.
Amarant got up and unzipped his pants. He was fully stiff and his impressive girth jutted out towards her. Freya scooted back and was reminded of her severely cramped legs. Zidane stood up and did the same behind her.
"I think you could use something to wash that down with. Plenty of something in fact." Amarant didn't bother to make her guess after saying it. Both he and Zidane both relaxed their bladders and pissed over her. "Open up, smelly rat. Drink it or it's back on the chocobo for another ride. Maybe we'll find some monsters to leave you fucking instead, open that worthless mouth and drink it!"
Freya turned her face away from the stream. It felt so gross and was made worse by who was doing it and what he was saying. She clenched her fists into the dirt and ripped it up to throw at them. Neither moved, neither stopped, with no weapon, she had no real choice. She opened her mouth, without bothering to move it into the stream.
They didn't care if she did it willing or not. It was more fun if she resisted. Both were happier that she didn't go at it, they shifted to aim at her mouth and watched her let it pour out. Zidane aimed up a bit and splattered his into her nose. Vivi lifted his robe and pissed over her as he joined in.
Freya coughed and felt like she was drowning with the flow in her nostrils as well as her mouth. The guys scooted in more, making the streams thicker with less distance. Their toy gagged and threw up just a little yet again but they kept going. She took in some of their piss, but the rest simply drenched her until their flows stopped.
Vivi looked disappointed by how little she swallowed. "I thought you were thirstier than that."
"She is, Vivi, she just wanted some chocobo pee instead. She loves their cocks as much as their feet I'm sure." Amarant laughed.
Zidane had a bucket in hand and they all watched him slip up behind the big blue chocobo, even Freya, her eyes burning from their piss that had splashed in. The genome held the bucket under the chocobo and reached up to stroke it's inner thighs. The big bird squatted suddenly, his dick slipping out, and a strong torrent of urine sprayed into the bucket.
Freya pushed up with her tired legs and managed to run a few feet before Vivi slowed her. They turned back to Zidane staring wide at how much the massive bird put out. Their toy heard the seemingly endless splashing and tried to get away from them. Slowed, however, she managed only a couple feet by the time Zidane had drained both of her former mounts.
The bucket was sat down in front of her. Amarant easily pulled her into a kneeling position. Her head was pushed down to the bucket, then dunked fully into the nearly two gallons of chocobo urine. With time slowed for her she didn't need to breath as much and the guys held her face under for nearly a minute before she even struggled.
Zidane scrubbed at her muzzle with a clean boot brush, loosening much of the foot dirt and sweat that had been covering her most of the day. The brush felt good for her. The piss didn't. She knew what it was. Could feel it around her even while slowed. Her eyes burned as some got in, even worse so with Zidane scrubbing around her face with that brush.
At last her lungs needed air and she thrashed madly. The brushing stopped, the hands holding her in place pulled her out. She spluttered and gasped for air. Piss on her face ran into her muzzle making her cough even as Vivi removed the slow from her. She bent over the bucket dragging in deep breaths while trying to ignore what was still burning her eyes and nostrils.
Zidane pat her back. "Come on Freya, I figured you like getting cleaned up a bit. Don't forget to drink now, have to clean your mouth to get all those sweet feet out."
Freya tried to see him, but her eyes clenched shut immediately after she tried to open them. "Stop this... please!"
Her muzzle was pushed in until her lips sank into the pungent golden chocobo water. "Drink it or you go back in."
The rat may have cried, though the guys couldn't tell if it was tears or piss drops, as her muzzle was held in the bucket. They didn't mind either way, the sucking noise and gagging and swallowing were all that really mattered. All three of them were ready to fuck her, but none of them wanted to in her current state of degradation.
She was pulled back up with a mouthful that drooled out, then pushed back in for another and told to hold it. Freya choked on the second attempt, but the third managed to get a full muzzleload down before coughing and looking pale. Again she was dipped in, and again, and again.
The acidic salty piss was stronger than the guys and made her feel worse than the feet had. She was delirious by the fifth load and almost laughed when they told her one more and she could have a nice bath in real water. It was hard choking down that last mouthful. Her hands clamped over her muzzle to hold it shut, but she couldn't.
A fountain of brownish fluid streamed out and she curled up trying to protect herself as her body expelled it and as much dirt and foot cheese as it could. Hands gripped her. Her head shook no, she knew they would make her drink it again. She couldn't handle it and fought them but they easily held her.
As they carried her hands yanked her clothes away. Freya fought madly, not even noticing the stripping of her coat, her leggings and even her under clothing. She kept fighting even as they tossed her into a trough as soon as she was naked.
The rat spluttered and yelled while thrashing to get away. It took her several seconds to realize she wasn't being drowned in more piss. Looking down at herself she saw the clean water first. Her body relaxed just a bit before she noticed she was naked. The water felt so good. Even with her unwanted nudity she didn't try to climb out. Her fur floated upward making her look a little poofier and after everything that had been done to her, she laughed at it.
Hands stroked over her. Vivi scrubbed between her legs, reveling in the burmecian's moist pussy. Zidane scrubbed her butt and under her tail, paying special attention to her nicely toned buttocks. Amarant played with her chest and enjoyed squeezing them in the water as though milking an animal. The only thing Freya could do was lay there in the water and let them. She was too tired to fight anymore. Too sick to care and knew they wouldn't stop even if she did fight.
They didn't seem to be washing her so much as molesting her. There was plenty of scrubbing all over her bare body, but most of it was on her sensitive areas. Some of their unwanted touching felt nice but not all of it was pleasant
Her arms tensed at Amarant pinching her teats, but the big man didn't stop the squeezing harder until she made a noise of pain and flinched away. His fingers let up a few seconds after she finally responded to him by grabbing at his wrists and trying to pull him away. He playfully slapped both mounds, twice each, before letting fully go.
Zidane was gentler as he squeezed her butt and scratched up her back. She almost enjoyed his attention. Even when one hand ran back down to press a finger into her ass while the other rubbed over her legs. He wiggled the finger in to the knuckle and held it there while scrubbing at her ankles.
Vivi seemed fascinated with her well opened cunt. He pushed his hand firmly against her lips until her sex opened around him. It was barely thinner than the massive bird cock that had been inside her earlier but after having a while to close up, she had a hard time holding it in at first.
Her thighs clenched around his hand while he rubbed inside. The mage seemed to be thinking and exploring with a purpose while he rubbed around her interior, but she had no idea what about. With Amarant being rough with her breasts she couldn't do anything about Vivi anyway.
Amarant stopped roughly squeezing her breasts to just rubbing them up and down from base to nipple under the water. He enjoyed it and even more enjoyed the look of pleasure he forced upon her. She flushed from it, and he loved that she resisted it. A bit of brown came from her chest, from feet rubbing over them as well as dust from the trail, but none of them minded the water getting cloudy.
She relaxed slightly at Zidane pulling his finger from her ass and even grunted in appreciation at his hand stroking over her thin tail with both hands scrubbing more dirt from her. A huff of displeasure escaped her throat as Vivi pushed deeper and she couldn't help but push at him with her foot trying to get him out. The mage shoved her foot aside and rubbed at her belly in response.
"Now now, Freya, nobody said you could say no." Amarant dunked her head under the water and held her by the ears as he scrubbed her face.
The water had turned cloudy from the dirt on her before. It grew cloudier with the excess piss and dirt that came off her facial fur. Even with Zidane's earlier scrubbing more foot filth came off while she thrashed to get back up.
When she was released and surfaced gasping for breath the guys sniffed and sighed in relief. Freya no longer reeked of feet and chocobo semen. They could sleep a bit easier without a smelly toy keeping them up. She coughed and spat up a bit of the water, then tried to climb out.
Zidane caught her easily enough and she fell to her knees on weak legs in front of them, pleading. "Just let me go! You've had your fun."
"Nah, we're not done yet. Who's going to lick our feet clean after a hard day or drain our balls when we get bored." Amarant pulled off a shoe. "You may not reek of feet now, but you're going to savor the taste of them all night. Don't worry, we'll keep it off your face this time."
"And you can help me practice my magic, Freya, I feel sure I can get better power through better control, I just need somebody to... practice on." Viva picked his staff up from next to the trough. "But first, we need to dry you off."
While he chanted Zidane stepped back quick "Yeah, we don't want to have to smell wet fur all night. I'd close my eyes if I were you, Freya."
Freya didn't know what was happening, but she did as he suggested. Vivi stepped forward, pressed his staff to her and blasted her with a Firaga. Freya squealed as the heat surrounded her. It burned her more delicate nostrils and ears slightly but the water poofed away from her an a flash of steam and Vivi cut off the rest.
He stepped back and looked at her, looking disappointed. "I couldn't control which parts of you it hit..." He cheered up. "So you will help me get better!"
Amarant shrugged. "She's licking my feet clean first either way." He turned his head away from the exposed foot before pulling the other off. "Phew, get that bitch over here, these are nasty. I think I may have something growing on them from all that sweating!"
Zidane put his foot on Freya's back and pushed her over to Amarant. He was surprised at how willingly she crawled over to him, but not surprised when she lept forward with teeth bared about to bite big guy's foot. The genome stood back and watched her stop in the air with Amarant's boot in her mouth.
"I'm glad to see you so Eager, Freya." He watched her fall to the ground in front of him and spit out the boot, pounding on the ground in frustration. "Now I know you won't try anything stupid again, but I think Vivi can have some nice practice between feet just to make sure. I know you like to have a chance to savor your sweets." The man's bare foot pressed to her muzzle tip, rubbing back and forth for several seconds on just her lips. "There... Lick."
Freya gazed dully up at him. She'd already licked the man's feet once. They weren't even as dirty as they had been then. With all the water that had been in his boots much of the filth had already gone down. The memory of it though, was still strong. Her eyes ran down to that ugly foot. His hours of riding had built up plenty of sweat. His hours of wearing those soggy boots had left his rough feet pruned and horrible. She didn't want to feel them or smell them, he made do both.
They felt clammy. Hot and wet, but with a cool exterior from the sweat evaporating quickly on the surface. There wasn't any grit on them, though she was hardly thankful as her nose caught their smelly aura.
Freya's shoulders hung down loose and limp. Her ears and whole body sagged. Amarant didn't wait for her to start on own, he pushed a toe into her mouth and smiled when he felt her tongue slide over them. She seemed so close to defeat, he liked that, to a degree. It was more fun for them when she put up some fight and show.
He leaned down a bit. "If you want to be set free tomorrow, or even sleep in the nice warm tent tonight, I suggest you get to work. Otherwise, you're not going anywhere on your own power."
Freya's eyes widened, more at the prospect of getting away than staying in the tent. Her eyes narrowed. She knew he was lying, but what if he wasn't. The sweaty foot in her mouth could be finished... if she had to. Her hand shot up and dug her claws into his ankle.
"You had better not be lying..." She hissed out before roughly dragging her tongue along his toe.
Amarant winced at the claws in his ankle, but enjoyed feeling his toe skin dragging along her soft wet flesh. "You got the water and the bath didn't you? We've had our fun... or will."
She glared at him as he leaned back on the ground where he sat. He didn't show any emotion to give him away. His sour foot sweat made her want a drink already. So much salt in his sweat!
The burmecian slid her tongue into his toe cleavage and gathered the drips still hiding there. She knew they would have forced her to do it even without the offer of being let free. Anger built again, with the man's taste in her mouth and the knowledge he was making her degrade herself once more. Her licking grew rougher, her claws dug in, she saw him nod to Vivi.
"She's getting a bit aggressive, Vivi, perhaps you should practice a bit with her right now to encourage her to behave." The red haired man didn't tug his ankle away, but Freya let go anyway when she felt Vivi press his fat staff head to her cunt.
Freya's eyes opened wide at the pressure there. She jerked away from the foot as it was jammed harder. Her sex opened, painfully, until that fat rounded end popped inside. It was wider than the chocobo's erection, and so much harder. Her clutching interior tried to push out the rough wood and she sat back trying to scoot away from it.
"Thundara." Vivi said quite casually.
Freya heard the noise, and saw the light, before she felt it. A sharp painful muscle spasm hit before she fully felt it. Her pussy walls clenched around the fat staff tip. She could feel every grain in the wood. Then she couldn't feel anything at all except the pain of all the muscles on her body violently twitching. All except her left ear. Her whole body hurt, except that one little spot. For several seconds, that pain continued. It started in her cunt first and then spread throughout her body. Wave after wave of energy burst through her until even her left ear twitched and burned with it.
Vivi frowned when he saw the ear twitch. He had been trying to leave that one spot untouched. The mage stopped the flow and Freya went limp, her body trembling. Amarant smiled at her with his foot still a few inches from her muzzle. If she hadn't let go of him, he would have suffered with her, but she didn't know that.
The black mage left his staff in her as he sat back on the ground and thought. He watched Freya weakly take his partner's toes back into her muzzle and saw her thighs and arms both quivering. He wondered if that was from the taste and servitude or from the pain of having lightning shot through her groin.
Amarant's toes were almost welcome after the magic burning through her body. At least they didn't hurt while they were inside. They didn't hurt physically anyway, like the light magic burns or the staff still stretching her open too wide.
Freya tasted them and their bitter sweat. She made a face but her attention was still focused in her groin worrying that he hadn't pulled it out. Lick after lick, moving on to the sole after the toes. His footy essence spread over her tongue, her teeth, down her throat when she swallowed. There was more dirt than she had thought at first.
Earthy notes, gritty textures, both mingled with the somewhat fresh sweat. His foot was drying out a bit, though his other foot was still in the boot and would be plenty soggy. A thought, just before she finished the first foot, made her reach down to pull his other boot off. She felt a grim satisfaction at the pleased grunt from Amarant. 'He probably figures I'm doing it for him' Freya thought to herself.
"That's one down... Vivi, I think she's ready for another." The red haired man pulled his feet away from her as the chant started.
"Thundara!" The black mage finished again.
Freya didn't have time to think. She curled up around the staff as though it would help but when the lightning ran through her, her body jerked into a stiff spread out position. The current was stronger and ran throughout her body just as the first. Pain followed it as muscles stiffened and the electricity burned Her left hand was left unscathed, though it clenched at the dirt just as viciously as its twin.
Seconds went by. Her abdomen grew tighter and tighter, visible even through her fur. Vivi watched, as he adjusted the flow to higher levels and shook his head. He shouldn't have chosen her hand. It moved anyway and he couldn't tell if it was from her struggling or his magic. A sob escaped Freya's throat, something she hadn't managed to get out the first time. The mage sighed and cut off the power.
Again she curled up. He could tell she was crying from it, though his eyes drifted down to her groin and his staff stretching it open. Amarant stroked his foot along the length, to Vivi's minor annoyance, and got her attention.
Freya clung to his ankle almost like a life line, her lips worked as though speaking but she wasn't saying anything coherent. The foot pressed to them and the rat drug her tongue over the sole quickly. She didn't want to be shocked again.
Vivi scuffed the ground with his own feet, he wanted to enjoy her, but was enjoying getting to practice. He thought about asking her if she had felt the current in her hand but didn't want to be rude while she was busy. The way she licked so quickly over Amarant's foot made him think of a puppy with a treat.
Freya gagged while swallowing the sweat and dirt so quickly. She didn't want to stop though, didn't want to give them an excuse to hurt her again. Her fur was dirty from rolling in the dirt, and there were wet streaks down her muzzle where her tears had ran down, but she couldn't worry about that. All the burmecian wanted was to get the feet over with and get away.
Amarant looked up as Zidane came back. The genome was barefoot, not that the guys minded, though they were all amused by Freya having not even noticed him gone or his return. She was too busy sucking on the big man's heel and worrying about not getting shocked to see him.
The foot was pulled away when he decided she was finished. It felt good to have her licking over them, and it was a shame to let her finish, but he wanted to make her think her attentions weren't important enough to drag out. Freya made a cute whine when her muzzle came away and he knew she worried she was going to get shocked again. Amarant nodded to Vivi and stood up.
"Good job, Freya, and now I think Vivi wants to try again." He laughed and walked into the tent. "Four more feet to go."
Vivi chanted again. Again Freya cringed. She knew what was coming and her hands darted to the staff, trying to yank it out. Her angle and the bulge lodged inside made her tugging look as though she were trying to work it in deeper instead of working it out. The flash from the lightning blinded her, but the pain of it coursing through her womanhood was all she needed to focus on.
The black mage watched her closely, her abdomen lurched and clenched just as much as every other time. It was a bit frustrating. How could he tell if he was hitting somewhere if she kept moving so much. He tried concentrating the flow of electricity to her belly instead. The rat grabbed at her belly and rolled over sobbing. She was really getting annoying with her constant moving but he could see some of her muscles weren't clenching so much.
Zidane scooted over to where Amarant had been sitting while Vivi redirected his lightning. He stopped channeling it through the staff out and instead sent it from his hands in to the staff. Freya squealed in pain while the direct channel was through her clit. The small mage focused on that little button to punish her for squirming so much.
Freya's body jerked and spread out in response to the pain in her former pleasure nub. Her hips lifted into the air, as though trying to get closer to the lightning. She gave both Zidane and Vivi a perfect view of her clit and the staff still jutting out. The short womanly length above that long wooden one throbbed and glowed blueish with the lightning pulsing agonizingly through it. Her tormentors found it rather pretty.
Zidane carefully poked her tear streaked muzzle with a toe and jerked it back without any pain. With the magic focused down low he found he could safely touch her. Freya didn't respond to his arch covering her muzzle. She shook her head crying but unable to get away without noticing it.
Covering her nostrils with his arch took a few seconds to have any effect but she soon turned her crying into a desperate muffled squeal. Vivi let up after a moment longer and Freya's hands let go of the staff and covered her sex instead. Her chest heaved as she tried to get her breath back. Zidane lifted his foot a bite and she licked at it obediently.
Freya couldn't think. Her cunt hurt, her pussy throbbed painfully, she could still feel the relentless pulse searing her nub. The stink of Zidane's dirty feet didn't get through until several seconds after the magic stopped. Even when she noticed his foot, and that she was licking it, she didn't stop.
His foot was filthy. Fresh road dirt covered it and congealed with the sweat. She hadn't noticed him leave, but even her pain fogged mind could tell that his feet shouldn't be that dirty. Her eyes rose up to his, he just shrugged at her.
"Yeah, I got them nice and dirty for you. You're more fun with a dirty mouth." His foot pulled away and he nodded at her muzzle pushing forward to follow it. "And I know you love it."
The abused burmecian kept licking, having to follow his foot as he moved it playfully. The dry dirt clogged her tongue making the job even harder, but licking at a sweaty clump moistened it just a bit. She couldn't taste him so much after all the licking. Just the bitter sweat and the earthiness of the dirt, at first.
As she cleaned more dirt off she found the more musky pent up boot feet under it. Her distaste for the dirt gumming her mouth faded with the strong foot funk that had built up in his shoes during the long ride. Zidane's rough feet rubbed her tongue hard, she found it was getting raw from all the unwanted work it had been doing.
Freya lost concentration while the cheesy flavor got stronger. The pain in her groin from the thick staff inside and the magic attacks drew her attention away from that gross dirty matting throughout her mouth. The dirt was caked on her lips and teeth, it was choking her and making her salivate more to wash it down. Even more chocobo piss would be welcome to the wash the dust down but her lips kissed and her tongue worked anyway.
She coughed to clear the dust out. Vivi chanted. Panic made her pale. Her lips wrapped around Zidane's toes sucking as though it would stop what was coming. The black mage said the word, pain erupted in her breasts. Freya's hands clawed at her chest for the first few seconds, then she flopped limply on the ground shaking her head no while tears ran down her cheeks.
Each of the rat's womanly mounds were ablaze in electrical torture. The lightning sparked into the left from Vivi's fingers before arcing to the right. A bright whitish blue line shifted between them, sending the energy through her sensitive teats relentlessly. The noise from the energy filled their ears while a whine built in Freya's throat to rival it.
Her limp body thrashed suddenly and bucked and rocked. Her hands dug into the dirt. Her muzzle opened to let out the building wail, until Zidane plugged it with three toes to shut her up.
Tears streamed down her cheeks again from it until Vivi again let up the power. The burmecian licked weakly at the toes in her mouth, dragging the soft tired oral flesh between his toes. She was too tired and too sore to care when he pulled them away, or even when he held his other foot over her mouth ready for cleaning.
"Come on, Smelly rat, one more to go, you can do it!" Zidane's voice made her wake out of the pain haze.
Freya's muzzle sagged open and her sore mouth went back to work mechanically. She didn't really taste the dirt or notice it gumming up again. Her eyes stared at the foot blankly. Each dust lick made her tongue less effective until she hit another sweaty spot and moistened her again.
The rat was nearly half through his foot before she came out of it. Her hand shook as she gripped his ankle to hold him better in place. A groan came from her throat as she sat up. Zidane enjoyed an added pressure while she dug in harder.
Again the musky masculine tang reached her and made her muzzle wrinkle in distaste. The pain in her chest had faded enough for her to focus on the next cheesy foot more. She was not enjoying it. The sweat dissolving into the dirt again caking her mouth while her saliva wasn't enough to overcome it all. The muddy texture keeping his salty sweat and musk trapped on her tongue. The raw tongue sore from too much licking. Everything hurt her physically or mentally. Taste, touch, sight, scent.
Freya's eyes were half open as she tried to finish quickly. Her lips wrapped around Zidane's toe and again the chanting sounded. The burmecian dropped his foot and pushed at the ground to attempt to stand, but the staff got caught in her legs. She managed to crawl only a few inches before Vivi again discharged his level two thunder into her body.
The power focused between her pussy lips clutching around the staff and Freya screamed as they blazed into agony. She could feel the power crawling over those sensitive flaps and stinging like hundreds of tiny ants biting into her time after time. Her hands pounded the dirt in frustration after their fingertips were stung trying to cover her sex.
Zidane looked at his foot and shrugged. It was close enough and a bit of dirt left until the next time would make it that much more flavorful for her. He stopped to watch Viva sink the torturous lightning from her pussy lips deeper to her womb. The glow around her belly was enough to show where it went and her rolling over and curling up trying to protect herself was cute enough to watch.
Vivi kept the flow, expending plenty of power into her. He eased up and they were both amused to see her womb held some energy which glowed brightly through her fur. The rat sobbed and pleaded for it to stop. Vivi split his focus between her left breast and her lips again, but to Freya, it felt like the power was spread to her womb as well.
The mage was amazed at the staying power of her impromptu capacitor and he charged it back up as the glow faded from her belly. Unlike the other times when the painful magic attack only lasted a few seconds, he held his attack at full strength for nearly two minutes. The ripple of muscles along her abdomen showed when he shifted it from one inner pussy lip to her clit and back to her lips again. Her breasts jiggled with the painful lightning being swung back and forth from one to the other quickly.
Vivi cut the power off abruptly and leaned over Freya while her chest heaved. She struggled for breath while the last sparks left a few burnt hairs behind before they faded. Her claws had dug into her thighs and scratched at her breasts where she'd tried to ease the pain of it going through her womanly flesh. Both eyes stared at the sky with tears running down her cheeks.
"Am I getting better at controlling it, Freya?" He sounded a bit harsh. "I was going to do the less sensitive areas, but you just couldn't stop moving. I couldn't see if my magic was going where I wanted it or not. Of course, by focusing on your soft bits." The black mage stroked over her left mound making her jerk away from his touch. "I know it's working because of your moving."
Freya let out a sob and turned her face away as Vivi moved into her view. "I hate you..." She whispered after a few seconds.
The small black mage floated himself and hovered over her. He pulled his boot off and dangled his heel right in front of her eyes. His eyes narrowed when she didn't immediately go to work on them.
"You can hate me all you want, but you are going to lick my feet like you did theirs. And I'm going to keep hurting you with my magic until I think you've had enough. You look so much better glowing for me." Vivi tapped her nose roughly with his foot and she flinched.
He said a magic sounding word and was amazed at the way her eyes jerked open and her muzzle jerked up to kiss the offered foot. The small mage lifted his foot up and enjoyed her muzzle following it. He jammed his foot down suddenly, almost stomping her muzzle with it. If her bruised her nose, it wasn't really his problem.
Freya cringed back after the foot bumped into her nose painfully. She heard him tell her to lick again. She was too exhausted to put up even a token resistance. She gave in with a deep sigh of surrender.
Vivi loved having his feet licked and knowing that Freya didn't want to do it somehow made it all the more enjoyable. He considered another blast but decided to hold off just a bit longer. Instead, he pulled his robe open and his squeezed his black cock. Keeping his legs spread and foot rotated right, he made sure she could see him pleasuring himself to her humiliating servitude.
Her lack of reaction to it, however, was frustrating. Freya simply stared at his foot and drug her tongue along it from the rough pure black heel to toes. She didn't even seem to notice his cock or hand or balls. One hand gripped around his ankle trying to keep it in place while she swallowed the bitter salty sweat he'd built up during the ride.
She hated what they were doing to her. The pain in her groin from the chocobo. The fat staff stretching her opened even more so. The magic burning through her repeatedly. It all left her unable to do anything but obey their sick whims.
The rat didn't see beyond his foot as they hadn't wanted anything else but there so she focused only on what they'd wanted. Her attention revolved around that gross black flesh that he usually kept in his boot as she lathered over it with her dry sore tongue. She looked up at something wet splattering onto her forehead. A quick wipe with her free hand, a lick of her finger, and Vivi's drip of pre gave a little much needed moisture to her still dirty dust coated mouth. She needed another drink badly, but could only get another drip from Vivi's stroking.
The small black mage smirked. She was finally paying attention to him like he wanted. Though he could tell it was only because she wanted the moisture. He stroked faster, hand pumping steadily up and down his shaft, and chanted. The sound made her scramble to get back to licking his foot, but at least her eyes were on his face and, because of his position, his cock too.
The chanting took longer with his stroking himself, but that made it more fun too. She grew more paranoid and frantic with her attention the longer it took. He could feel her tired tongue dragging between his toes while her lips kissed and scrubbed along with it. Her eyes closed in almost a look of pleasure at the sweat that had gathered between them. The extra moisture felt too good to let even the coming pain cover.
Vivi let her enjoy that for a few seconds more, before saying the final word. He focused purely on her clit with the bolt of lightning. Her wail was loud as he sent it through the staff and out of her again. The energy flailed out of her sex and into her clit like an electric tentacle flogging that sensitive button and lashing around her furry pubic mound.
Freya jerked on the ground with her belly taut and fists beating the dirt. Above her Vivi stroked himself faster. His eyes roamed her groin, thinking of fucking that once tight burmecian cunt while torturing her with his magic.
As he thought about fucking her the power stopped burning through her pleasure nub and instead sunk deep into her cunt. He sent it in and out, treating it like it was his erection and thrusting it cruelly into her sensitive sex. The sight of her thighs clenching together around it in agony made him grunt as he worked himself.
His toy didn't notice his extra noises or his intense stroking to her misery. She didn't even notice the copious pre dribbling onto her face or the few drips that managed to land in her silently screaming mouth. The only thing she cared about was the agony between her legs.
Everywhere the lightning touched inside made her muscles clench violently, painfully. Vivi worked hard to stretch the power wider and make it longer. He imagined it was his shaft growing to full erection inside and while he couldn't feel anything from it, his hand stroking himself substituted that in just fine. Just watching her squirming and thrashing, with his foot waiting for her to finish helped finally push him over.
The lightning charging through her womanhood sped up, then dissipated as he came. Freya didn't notice, as her muscles were still twitching from the power trying to fully discharge throughout her body without direction. Drops of Vivi's cum spattered onto her face to get her attention, though most landed in the grass near her.
Her tear blurred eyes looked up and could just make her one time friend bucking into his hand. A splatter of his seed made her jerk away with a dollop right below her eye like a thick whitish teardrop. That he was actually getting pleasure from it upset her far more than the mess he made on her. She couldn't believe anybody would enjoy what they were doing to her. The rat tried to curl up and hold herself, to shut away her tormentor, but her muzzle bumped into Vivi's foot before she could even bend three inches..
The mage's still dirty smelly skin snapped her out of the instinctive curl and her weak battered mind just made her gripped his foot again to go back to work. Getting it over with, let her go tomorrow, finish, get away. The foul flavor, lighter and easier to handle than the others though it was, filled her with the same revulsion as before. Freya ignored her own reaction and obediently licked it. She sucked his toes, as well as the bead of cum that slid down her muzzle to the corner of her mouth, until she finished his first foot.
Vivi seemed a little disappointed when she didn't linger on it like she had with the chocobo earlier. His orgasm hadn't relaxed him quite as much as he had hoped either and while he put his other foot in her hand when she reached for it, a grumble of irritation rose at her lack of major disgust to it. She'd given Zidane and Amarant plenty of them, but none for him recently. She didn't react to him at all like he wanted. Even as she licked his feet without question he found himself wanting at least a hint of revulsion from it.
Freya worked at the final black foot as quickly as she could. Every moment she expected to have that agony erupt between her legs again. Her lips and tongue washed the sweat off steadily, and took the smell with it, but she knew it wouldn't be good enough. Bathing her mouth in the salty musky tang of his unwashed feet was the only hope she had of avoiding even worse shocks. She didn't notice Vivi's dark expression or the quiet chanting.
The rat's tongue drug between Vivi's toes, with her trying hard to look like she was enjoying it, after finishing tho sole of his foot. Her lips twitched but she was too tired and sore to care anymore about whether she managed to look eager or not. Her throat put up a token resistance to swallowing the toe jam she'd licked up but it was easily overcome with a second attempt. She opened her mouth for another lick when the light flashed and the pain hit.
Vivi watched in satisfaction as her nipples and clit were joined by a brilliant flashing length of lightning. He sent pulses of energy from one tender spot to the next, starting with her right teat, then to the left, and to her pain button. He sent it deep into her groin and up along the staff to arc into her cervix. Another pulse started in her teats, then to her clit and womb again. He enjoyed knowing he could keep it in that intimate area while she cried out begging for it to stop with incoherent sobs.
The small black mage concentrated and widened the flow to send bigger pulses through the narrow lightning channel. Her pussy quivered like she was orgasming when he sent it through the entire staff. He played with sending it through her from just the staff and also through her clit to the staff. Vivi rather enjoyed the way the muscles made her breasts jiggle when the pulses went fast enough.
Freya let out a long groan that turned into a broken cry. Her groin burned. Her breasts burned. Her entire lower region contracted painfully. All throughout her groin she could feel the current ripping through her sensitive sex flesh. Rolling over didn't help. Curling up didn't help. Begging didn't help either. She tried, with a badly shaking arm to grab at Vivi's foot, but it didn't stop even when she tried licking again.
Her tormentor held the lightning running through her just under two minutes. Every time she seemed to settle down in surrender the mage sent the magic coursing through her nipples harder, or through her pussy lips, or even focus it in her clit until her hands beat the ground. He enjoyed watching her slump when he finally cut it off.
Her hips still twitched and scooted around in the dirt so cutely fer several seconds after it ended. He tapped her muzzle with his foot and let her finish. The burmecian's lack of response didn't bother him as much as it had, though he wasn't sure why. He felt more relaxed as she finished up, like his orgasm finally relieved his tension.
Like the others he pulled away before she had fully finished. He understood the fun of not letting her complete the task. It would upset her emotionally to have to do so much but not be able to finish and Vivi decided he liked that.
With a wave of dismissal he stopped the float spell and stood over her. Freya just lay on her back where he'd left her, though she let out an agonized whimper when he gripped his staff and jerked it free. After it popped out he watched her pussy quiver and gape for nearly a minute before her lips finally stopped clenching. It looked a lot like it had when she'd orgasmed around the chocobo cock at first.
Resisting the urge to push the staff handle back in and out a few more times, he told her to get up instead. The rat just lay where she was as though afraid, or perhaps just too tired, to move. It took a bit of work to coax her into the crowded tent but once she was on the floor inside she wanted to drop off. She didn't even try to run when he climbed into his own little camp bed.
Vivi woke the others and they joined him in guiding her to the center of the tent. They let her lie down with only a blanket and a pillow before they had their last bit of fun for the night. Zidane pressed his feet to her muzzle and she was too tired to pull away. Amarant pressed his to big feet to her face next, covering her eyes. Vivi had to scoot his cot closer for his much shorter legs until he too could hold them against her.
Freya stared at the feet pressed to her face, then beyond them to the tent flap. She was sick, and sore, and suffering, but she couldn't even make her legs push her towards the flap, let alone stand up to run. The bitter musky aftertaste of their feet was still strong in her mouth, and swallowing didn't help. The unwanted flavor wouldn't go away. She could smell it on her breath too, even more so with those nasty things held right up against her to refresh the memory.
Their smelly feet pressed firmly to her while they waited for her to sleep. Freya couldn't understand how they were still smelly after all the licking. Not that it mattered to her as nothing she could do would change anything.
At last, with her arms wrapped around herself, she did manage to drop off to sleep. She dropped off to bad dreams of Fratley leaving her again and again and of foul smelling flowers stroking her with their rough dry leaves.
*****
Freya woke to find the guys already up, except for Vivi at least. The small mage's feet were a few inches from her muzzle and shifted a bit further away as he squirmed in his small cot. From outside the tent came the sound of hammering but that didn't bother her as much as the horrible morning breath and terrible taste in her mouth.
She didn't even notice her nudity in her quest through the supplies. She didn't notice how sore her breasts and pussy were or the deeper ache in her womb. She needed to get her mouth washed out and she dug around as quickly as she could to find something. Seconds went by, then a minute, before she found a flask and poured it greedily into her mouth.
The tepid water only spread the awful texture and taste around instead of cleaning it and she spit it out a few moments later. Freya stared at the brown and black mud that had come out of her mouth. The memory of the previous day came back to her, along with the nausea, and the the pain, and the degradation. She stared hard at it, then poured more into her mouth and spit out more brown-ish water. A feeling of grit she hadn't realized was there was mostly gone after the third spit.
The burmecian turned to Vivi. She remembered what he'd done to her very clearly. It would take but a moment to hurt him back, he wouldn't even know what was happening. Her hands clenched and unclenched until she remembered the other two were outside still. She knew they wouldn't let her get away after what they'd done to her, not if they saw her anyway.
Freya scurried to the back of the tent and carefully, quietly, lifted the light fabric. With one last hatred filled glance at Vivi she squirmed out under the gap. She felt something brush her neck, which she ignored and squirmed further out. A push of her feet and she took off running, for two steps. The noose around her neck tightened and she let out a startled cough when it snugged up tight.
Her eyes followed the rope to a tree just a few steps from the tent, then around the camp. Nobody seemed to notice her. Trying to relax she clawed at the rope, until her entire body stiffened and completely stopped moving.
Vivi and Zidane simply picked her up like a log after cutting the rope free. Zidane seemed upset that the little mage had chosen the correct hole for the noose. The genome's choice had been the hole next to it with Amarant choosing the other side. Their casual discussion of it infuriated the trapped rat, though as they came around to the chocobos her her fury turned to fear.
Amarant stood next to a raised platform with her clothes as padding on it. It had a flat area in the front with a raised bar in the middle. Two poles were on either side of it with ropes strategically placed. Freya wasn't sure WHAT it was, but she knew it was for her to suffer on. The way Amarant pat a nearby chocobo told her more than enough of what they intended.
She tried to fight, but her body was still locked in the stop spell. With the magic so strong she couldn't break free. Vivi chanted again and re-applied it as they set her down, kneeling, onto the platform. Her continued attempts at breaking the spell failed throughout their positioning her.
Freya could feel the bar press to her belly and the way it dug in while they bent her over it. Her knees stayed in place behind the bar, fully pressing to the floor of it. Zidane tied each leg behind the knee to make sure she had to keep the position. He tied another pair of ropes around her ankles making sure to keep them spread wide.
Amarant roughly squeezed her breasts, even leaning down to rub his face against them, before pressing her further down until they squished under her against the board. Only her coat prevented them from dragging against the rough wood, though she wasn't grateful for that small favor. The hands groping her made her struggle hard enough to make her arms twitch against the spell.
That small victory made her push harder even as the noose was pulled over her neck and her arms were tugged to the sides to tie to the poles. She felt the magic dissipate and her body jerked forward hard. Her small victory meant nothing after that as she couldn't move more than an inch.
Freya panted hard and glared at her captors. "You promised to let me go!" She knew they never intended to even as she said it, but couldn't stop herself from trying. "Please..." Her voice trembling.
"But you snuck away instead of coming to us. I think that voids that promise by lack of trust." Zidane rubbed along her ass and slipped his fingers into her barely moist pussy. "Besides, you didn't say goodbye to us OR the chocobos... and they so looked forward to a special good bye."
As he spoke, Amarant lead over the first of the smaller birds. The yellow chocobo had been Amarant's mount the day before and seemed quite frisky as it was lead over. The bigger birds had bragged about their hens all night, leaving the smaller ones eager for their own. The chocobo cocked his head this way and that trying to see one even as he bumped into the platform.
Freya felt the big beast's chest bump against her bare butt and jerked against the bonds futilely. She could feel the feathers against her fur but couldn't do anything about it. Amarant had no trouble controlling it since it didn't immediately recognize Freya as it's mount. Vivi enjoyed her pleading, but found he didn't want to listen to her begging while Zidane pumped three fingers in and out of her sex.
The black mage chanted and rather enjoyed the way she flinched and tensed her whole body. Instead of lightning searing her groin, though, the mute spell silenced her and left her gaping when she tried to make a noise of relief. He pat her cheek, then slid his hand along her chest to stroke into her semi-flattened cleavage trapped under her.
"We're going to leave you for the chocobos while we take care of some business, Freya. Keep them nice and happy for us so they don't run off!" Vivi looked to Zidane to make sure he'd gotten it right, but the genome wasn't paying attention to him.
Zidane pushed his fingers into the rat's unwilling sex faster but kept his eyes on the chocobo. Freya's cunt squeezed and tried to both push him and and drag him in as he worked, but the bird still looked around fairly oblivious to it. The big beak clacked open and shut as though trying to attract a female's attention instead of even noticing Freya's waiting cunt and ass an inch or two in front of him. The more aroused she was forced to become though, the more often his head turned toward her.
Freya tried to tell them to stop. She tugged at the bonds again, her ass wiggling with the effort, but it did nothing but make her knees and chest grow sore faster. The discomfort of the position was growing quickly, but at least it distracted her from the unwanted heat building in her cunt.
The chocobo finally noticed and backed up enough to press his beak to her sex. She trembled at its hard beak touching those soft lips, then let out a silent yell at the tongue inside. Zidane jerked his hand fully out of the way when it reared its head up and let out a loud wark.
The other birds looked over to him while he danced from leg to another taking in the scent deeply. After a few seconds Freya felt his heavy body press to her rear firmly, followed by a hot harder object poking her ass. The chocobo thrust vigorously forward, jabbing at her hips with his rapidly engorging maleness. With each thrust it grew harder and longer and poked her all over from between her forcefully spread legs to her furry ass cheeks. Time after time it thrust until, with a nudge from Zidane, he found his mark.
Freya stared at the other two standing in front of her at feeling the sudden entry. Her eyes misted, tears ran down her cheeks. The pain of that sudden hard deep penetration hit her with the thought that it should have hurt more being forced to take it. There was a pleasure to it, sort of, but the thought of breeding the beasts still repulsed her.
The guys standing before her seemed to enjoy it more because of how she felt about having an animal in her. She'd stared at them, trying to ignore Vivi and Zidane's obvious erections, and called out one last time as though they'd help her. Vivi chanted something near the end of her attempt and she found her voice freed. The last few words jumped in pitch in time to the chocobo madly thrusting into her gripping sex, and were ignored anyway.
Zidane pat her cheek, then slapped it hard. "We're going now. Have fun with the mounts."
Amarant unzipped his pants and pressed his stiffening dick to her muzzle with the tip between her eyes and balls resting on her nose. "You're not good enough for this, rat, but I may give it to you later when you ask to lick my feet again."
"Thundaga!" Vivi finished.
Freya's scream startled the chocobo jamming into her. The pain of the magic lightning burning through her body, and focusing in her breasts, passed tolerable quickly. She shuddered in time to the electric pulses while the bird raping her dismounted and glared at her with distrustful avian eyes. Vivi cut the power after just a few seconds but Freya broke down sobbing anyway with her womanly pillows still throbbing in agony below her.
"A sample of our time tonight, Freya. I know you'll look forward to it. Enjoy your quiet time with nature." The black mage teasingly rubbed her nose with his staff then ran off after the others.
Freya couldn't do anything but cry as she was left alone. Almost alone. The chocobo cautiously moved back to her and again pushed his beak to her cunt. He looked up at the guys fading in the distance, then jumped onto her and violently mounted her again.
His mount, his hen, cried out in surprise and pain. His clawed feet stepped on her wide spread ankles while his erection jammed back into her sex without the awkward flailing that he'd done before. The first thrust penetrated her most of the way, his shaft knocking on the door to her womb just as his bigger fellow's had. While his maleness was thinner than the other two, it was just as long and he made up for his lack of girth with enthusiastic rutting.
Freya couldn't think straight as she was raped. The pain from the spell still lingered in her chest, the shock of it to her system making them extra sensitive while squished under her. They'd left her as though she were worthless to them and nothing but a hole for animals to empty their balls into. She couldn't do anything but cry as she felt her body being used yet again.
Her pussy tried to squeeze around the slick bird dick suddenly jammed inside, but her inner walls couldn't push him out. Their grip only made him push deeper, as though she were an eager young hen encouraging her first cock. Every move he made was rewarded by her pitiful attempts to stop the rape.
Her breath came hard. His cock came harder. He knocked on her womb and like the bigger chocobo before him popped through. That tight channel gripped him more firmly than her pussy walls making him let out another wark of bliss. The bird clacked his beak together constantly as he enjoyed the horny hen.
He danced as he bred her, having no idea he was forcing himself into an unwilling female, and sang his out of pitch tune. The other chocobo watched him, coming closer as they realized they weren't corralled. Both bigger chocobo stayed in the back a bit, still somewhat sated, but the smaller two strode up and to see if she'd still be receptive for their turns.
Freya heard a change to her rider, but it didn't matter to her. His hips ramming to hers was all she needed to know. Even when beaks pressed to her sides to curiously peck her hands and arms all she could do was stare ahead and wish it would stop. The long dick jamming in pressed uncomfortably against the back of her womb every time he enter her fully, but the tickle of his groin feathers against her lips and ass made up for it a very little.
She yelped out of her mindless revere of misery when one of the small chocobo plucked at her fur too hard. They were trying to tease the hen into higher pleasure so she'd be more receptive, instead they hurt her and made the bad situation worse. The fur plucking continued as her belly bulged with the long cock pushing in.
Freya felt the bar under her hurting more each time he made her bulge into and beyond it. She tried to talk to the chocobos, trying to keep the panic out of her voice, the growing unwanted aroused huskiness from it, as she did. Asking them to peck the rope did nothing. They didn't understand speech beyond a bit of tone to suggest mood. The bird kept pounding her cunt, his pace increasing to a frantic lurching that drove the entire foot and a half of choco dick into her.
She tried yelling at them angrily, hoping to drive them away. The two pecking at her fur backed off a bit, but the male stuffed in her sex didn't even notice. He was far too lost in the pleasure of breeding a hen to worry about outside noises. His lack of response made the other two bolder, they came back and rubbed their beaks against Freya's sides. The two bigger chocobo joined them, standing next to her and looking at her curiously.
Her big blue former mount even lifted his foot up to her muzzle and cocked his head curiously as if offering her a gift. He was slightly smarter than the general yellow breed and had seen how much she enjoyed it. Freya tried to pull away from the foot, but as she did, her eyes went wide from her rider's seed suddenly hosed over the back of her womb.
The smaller yellow male inside her had stopped thrusting and held himself fully inside the instant he came. His tail flagged up and down in time to his spurts. Freya could feel each spattering into her. He may not have been as large as her former mounts had been, but he pumped out nearly as much cum into her as he unloaded his spunk into his hen.
The blue chocobo offered his foot to her again, head tilted the other way and swaying back and forth trying to figure out why she wasn't licking it. She pushed it away with her muzzle, tears streaming down her muzzle. One bird raping her, another trying to force her to do the same as her cruel party members. They all wanted to abuse her, the thought reinforced by the dismounting chocobo scratching her lower legs when he accidentally stepped on them.
With the first bird off the others waited to see if their hen was still receptive. When she didn't move for several seconds another smaller chocobo hurried to take his place behind her. He didn't need any warmup or encouragement. His hips rutted forward, awkwardly trying to penetrate her. After several thrusts he too find his mark. Freya just lay there, tears still streaming down her cheek at the feeling of the animal's cock entering her already used cunt.
"STOP IT!" She screamed, suddenly. "STOPPPP ITTT!"
Her outburst made the chocobo pause, but only briefly. He looked down at the hen and waited for another squawk of pleasure. When none came he felt like a stud for having made her happy enough to make such an outburst. The bird looked back to the bigger chocobo and flapped both little wings at them arrogantly. He leaned over her further a moment later to pleasure himself in her wet welcoming hole.
Freya smiled at the stop in motion only to have the hope of it listening crash down when he started up again. The chocobos around her preened their feathers, though the blue seemed rather upset at her spurning his foot. She had clamped her mouth shut to refuse the gross bird toes and after a few moments more sighed in relief when it was pulled away.
The big blue watched the smaller yellow squirming and rutting into the receptive female and thought it should be his turn, though with the big yellow eying her two, he didn't push it. Instead he walked around and looked at the strange female. She was positioned like a hen and her heat was making him drop his maleness, but she looked funny.
The others didn't care how she looked, only her heat and receptiveness to their advances mattered to them. Freya cared, but could do nothing other than try to not let her cunt clench around their stiff bird dicks. Her body betrayed her as her partners had.
The rat's pussy contracted eagerly around the long hot flesh stabbing into it. Every bulge and vein along its length teased her womanhood into responding. The cum from the last chocobo made her sweetly slick inside as the animal's cock drove deep with each thrust. Her cervix didn't give any real resistance to his knocking. Both her past massive lovers had stretched it enough for the smaller males.
Freya felt it open each time. She hurt inside from it though more emotionally than physically. Each slip through tingled uncomfortably while in her mind she screamed no to it. Her muzzle felt stopped up while her lover's feathers tickled her fur and sex. Facing down made it harder for them to drag along her clit, but they managed enough.
The smaller yellow choco rutted quickly, not trying to drag it out for her. He still felt like a stud for making her yell earlier and wiggled his tail feathers at the others around him as he drove in. Freya didn't bounce forward with his thrusts and he rather liked it. His shifted feet stepped and clawed over her legs while he shifted and danced as he bred her. The eager female's interior drove him on with her cunt walls rippling along his length from pleasure
His hips pumped steadily, tip jamming into the back of her cum sloshing womb. His girth let some of the last male's seed leak out and soon Freya felt it dribbling out onto the platform under her. She tried to clench, as though keeping it in would make the rape less horrible. A groan of unwanted pleasure escaped her lips and her clenching fluttered around the animal using her with her grip slipping and tightening as she fought herself.
Pleasure she'd refused to accept made her stiffen all over. From her scratched and stepped on legs to her squished and sore but numb breasts, the forced pleasure made her feel sick to her stomach as it blossomed over her. Freya's cunt and buttocks both rapidly clenched around and under her rapist, her tears ran down her cheeks in shame and defeat and sexual bliss.
The bird enjoyed both the internal grip around his shaft and the flexing against his groin as he drove the hen to her pleasure. His own followed a few seconds later with his body responding to her pleasure. He reared his head back and warked loudly while stepping from one foot to the other, his cock pulsed powerfully into her gripping womanhood. With each pulse another spurt of choco cum splattered into her womb making that organ swell just a bit wider with more bestial seed inside it.
Freya came down from her peak first. Even throughout her pleasure she could feel the animal's sap filling her. Through the afterglow, it felt even less welcome. Her belly felt taut from the copious loads. She knew it would feel worse, but it already felt bad enough.
Both her nipples ached from getting erect against the hard panel. Her coat didn't offer much padding. Squirming had only ground them in more uncomfortably and she couldn't shift enough to ease the pressure squishing them. They drew more attention as, with a grunt, the animal pulled off of her and withdrew. She felt the hot air waft over her sore gaping pussy and found that she couldn't even clench it shut to keep the wind out.
The last small chocobo scooted closer but the big yellow snapped at him and mounted the platform himself. Freya felt the platform bounce with the big male stepping on it. The wood creaked
as he loomed above her. She felt his massive pelvis press to her raised and exposed ass. A hot hard throbbing length slid under the bar and ground along her belly. The massive chocobo's maleness poked into the tight cleavage of her trapped breasts easily.
Freya knew it was one of the big ones. One of those who had already raped her. She'd known as soon as it had stepped onto the platform. Which didn't matter to her. All that mattered was the unwanted touch of his member along her bare furry body. A loud wark of annoyance made her ears lay flat along her head. He hadn't liked having his cock miss her slit and with his size he had to step back a bit to slip it out from under her.
The massive yellow bird's next thrust made her scream in pain and shock. His tip had jammed against her tight anus and the forceful thrust managed to pop the tip in past her clenching ring. Her shriek and violent thrashing made him jerk back in surprise, but after a quick look around, he mounted her again.
While still sobbing from the agony of the brief sudden anal rape, Freya barely even grunted at the big animal slamming into her already well fucked cunt. The rat wanted to curl up to protect herself. She wanted to do anything but feel the pain in her ass and even more the pleasure in her womanhood as it clamped around the large chocobo cock.
Her former mount enjoyed mounting her more while she wasn't strapped to him. Moving without her moving with him was much more enjoyable. The hen's clutching tightness brought a pleasured warble from him even after just a couple lusty lunges. He'd entered her at not quite full stiffness, but her inner hand massaging and trying to draw him deeper quickly made him fill out fully.
His length was similar to the smaller chocobo, but his girth was nearly three inches wider. Freya hated the stretching, though it was less painful than Vivi forcing his hard wooden staff into her again. The thick tapered tip wedged her cervix open easily despite her intimate ring's weak attempt to keep him out. All her previous penetrations had made that deep muscle too loose to even hold the copious bird spunk in, though none leaked out. His erection was too wide, even at just the tip, for ti to slip past.
That too made Freya ache. Her first time with him had been after a long day with her exhausted and in a daze. Bound to the rape bar, she couldn't think of anything except what they were doing to her. No bouncing, no running, just the stupid birds jamming into her as though she were a dumb animal herself.
Freya tensed when he jammed in fully again. His tip pressed to her womb, as the others had, but pushed it a couple inches further to make it bulge visibly under her ribs. She felt it press against the wide flattened base of her breasts, then pull back. With his size the rat felt his shaft very clearly. Her insides couldn't help but clench around it tightly and uncomfortably.
That stretching also tickled her body into higher arousal. The previous forced orgasm had left her more sensitive to both the ache of stretching, and the joy of it. Tingles of pleasure forced themselves through her dark thoughts. Her thoughts grew darker from it until her mind shut down instead of resisting.
The massive chocobo pounded her quickly. His big cock root held her cunt stretched uncomfortably wide. His deep thrusting made her womb ache while the rest of the length of her sex went numb to all but his grinding against a special spot inside and dragging against her sensitive outer flaps. Tickles from his feathers brushing her clit made drover her on, but he finished before she did.
Freya's already filled womb filled more while he unloaded into it. The big bird's tail flagged just as the other's had and he jerked out as soon as he finished. He let out a pleased wark and playfully bit her tail as he would to tug on a hen's tail feathers to thank her.
The smaller yellow chocobo darted in before he was even fully off the platform and jumped up onto her. His hips slammed hard and fast against her, his long avian dick flopping left and right as he tried to stick it in. Leaking cum coated his tip as he drug it around her sticky mound before he felt it slide into a hole.
Unlike the others he didn't stop or pull away when Freya wailed again. He didn't pull out of her ass either. Once he'd slipped into her tightly clenching hole, his hips jammed forward further. With the cum leaking from her sex, from both her and her previous riders, he was slick enough to force his way in. Her muscles were still fighting after the big yellow chocobo had accidentally popped in. The smaller one didn't know or care which hole he'd entered, he only cared about how good her insides felt around him.
Freya's wail grew louder as the eager bird jabbed wildly into her ass, then tapered into a broken sobbing. Her body tensed at the agony of another sudden violent anal entry but the bird didn't even notice. He glared at the big blue chocobo as it waddled around to the front, but then clacked his beak and let the pleasure flow.
The hen was far tighter than he'd expected after having the other three. He was glad he was so big for her and especially that she was still receptive. Her noises were odd but that wasn't his problem. The confused tone to her noises made him more confident too, especially when his cock found a path to slip deeper easier.
Freya jerked her head left and right thinking NO as hard as she could. The pleasure from the last chocobo had eased the pain a bit, but it still hurt too badly. His shaft wasn't a gentle thing slipping inside. He didn't try to find the right path like Fratley had the one time she'd let him. Instead he jabbed and jabbed carelessly hurting her beyond the burning agony of forced entry.
She was grateful when something bumped her muzzle to take her attention away from that painful anal rape. Until she saw it was the blue chocobo, again offering his foot to her. He had his head lowered and tilted to look at her, both curious and hopeful. Freya felt a tear run down her already streaked cheek, but then her eyes felt uncomfortably dry. Even the animals, was the last thought in her mind before her tongue slid over the beast's big toe claw.
The yellow chocobo snapped at the bigger blue, but was ignored. Seeing the strange hen lick his foot again, and feeling her tongue drag around under his claw made him rear back and let out a pleasant warble. Her former mount playfully pushed his long toe claw into her open muzzle and was delighted when she didn't, couldn't, pull back.
Freya choked on it, his long claw poked down her throat and filled her mouth with the taste of his dirty foot. A night standing among the other chocobos in the hot humid night air in their dusty pen had left it filthy and fragrant again. She didn't dare swallow with his claw reaching for the back of her throat. Trying to trap his toe from going further forward with her lips worked but licking hurt with his claw digging in with even a slight movement.
Behind her, watching suspiciously, the yellow made her feel even worse. Her bowels spasmed around the smaller bird's rapidly slamming maleness. She felt as though he were ripping her ass apart as he stabbed inside. A sick feeling she hadn't felt even with the bigger chocobo jamming her cunt built. It grew with the foul taste from the bigger blue's toe, even after he finally pulled the claw out and simply stepped onto her face with an encouraging wark.
He kept his weight off of her, but he pressed insistently. Freya found herself licking hard, her tongue dragging hard along the rough scaly foot and toe joints. It kept her from having to pay as much attention to the bestial sodomy tearing her ass up.
Big Blue's sweat beaded out freely from his sole once she had sucked and licked enough dirt of. The rat sucked at the sweat, trying to moisten her dry mouth and to clean the nasty taste out. His sweat was too strong for her to hold it long though. It was far more musky than the guys had been and she could taste it more clearly after a night's rest for her tongue.
Freya coughed at the pungent bird foot and that made her ass clench harder around the male invading it. She couldn't stop herself form pressing her face firmly into the foot to try to hide her dry crying. No tears came out despite how choked up she felt from the pain of it. She felt him jam in again, and again.
No feathers tickled her clit. There was only a hard bumping to her ass while he rutted her for his pleasure. The chocobo's beak pecked the air lustfully over her, enjoying her anal contractions. His hen's exotic interior had confused him at first, then it was so much better than the past hens he'd bred. She drove him on with the teasing inner twitches and the cute noises she was making. He lifted his head and stared up into the air with mouth open as he finally flooded her ass with cum.
Freya roughly drug her tongue between her big blue's toe joints trying to avoid thinking about it or even feeling it. The bitter earthy taste only made it worse. She wanted it to stop, all of it. Her sobbing grew to more of a muffled wail again with the cock flooding her sore anus with the hot salty semen. He didn't pull out suddenly like the other chocobo had. Instead he hopped from one foot to the next leaning forward.
His feet clawed and flattered her legs while he shifted around behind her. His shaft bent and flexed with his random orgasmic gyrations. His head jerked around, along with the other chocobo, at a sudden pervasive smell in the air. He shrieked loudly to the others and tensed. The others did the same, though the big blue only looked up and then back down to the rat licking his foot desperately.
Five small goblins charged out from behind the tent. With all the noise Freya had made, sweetly agonizing suffering noises, they had been eager to see who was making it. Their big heads, big hands, and big feet were all bare. They wore crude leather armor and all carried effective looking, if battered, axes.
While a couple were no match for a chocobo, a group was, even as small a group as five. The birds didn't think to work together, they just backed away. Freya let out a tired yell at the yellow bird's dick jerking fully out of her ass in one long yank. Her anus gaped briefly, but all ten goblin eyes focused on her front instead. The blue chocobo clacked his beak at them angrily. It was not only his turn to mount the hen, but they were interrupting her pleasure of licking his feet!
All five goblins looked at her, then an each other, their feet, each other again, then walked determinedly towards the blue chocobo. The bird glared at them figuring his size would scare pitiful goblins. They hesitated a bit, then looked to the bound burmecian leaking semen, and charged him.
Freya coughed when his foot pulled away from her. She felt grateful to whatever had upset the chocobos and stopped the rape. The woman hoped somebody had finally decided to help her as her former mount charged the new comers. Her hopes were dashed when she heard their voices and learned that they were goblins.
The massive yellow chocobo had cowered with the others, with only the blue trying his luck. Big Blue tried to intimidate them again, dancing and running towards them, but his rampant ready cock slapped between his thighs too much to make him look fierce. He snapped at them with his beak but their axes drove him back. A hen wasn't worth getting maimed over, though. After one angry, but ineffective, charge at them, he glared and ran to the other birds.
The goblins crowded around Freya and simply ignored the chocobo. Their eyes were gleeful with their discovery. Such a pretty rat all strung up and exposed for them to play with. With her tear streaked muzzle and the limp way she lay there, she was partially broken for them too.
The lead goblin nudged her with his foot. "Dirty Rat..." His foot had the desired effect as Freya pulled her muzzle away from the intensely cheesy odor. "Dirty rat going to play with US now. Like bird feet... like GOBLIN feet better!" He leaned down and stroked the cringing burmecian's face with his overly large hand. "Yes?"
The other goblins had also loved the idea of having their feet worshiped. Had they saw her just fucking the chocobo, Freya realized they would have just raped her. She tugged weakly at her arms, trying to hit the ground in defeated frustration. Her lips trembled as she looked at their leader's presented foot. It was as big as Amarant's, though the goblin chief himself was much shorter. It was covered in nasty callouses. It was also covered in a thick caked on tarry grime.
Freya couldn't turn her head too far to look at the others. But from the look of their leader she doubted they'd be any cleaner. The thoughts as she looked them over scared her. She wasn't think of escaping. She was thinking only of how bad it would be cleaning it. Even with hands roaming, dirty hands roaming, over naked body, she thought only of how bad their feet were going to taste.
A goblin giggled when Freya jerked away from a touch to her semen dribbling pussy. She let out a low sob when a digit invaded it. The goblins grew more bold, touching, pulling fur and her tail. Their chief sat on another goblin behind him and pressed both his filthy feet to her muzzle. With the rape platform holding her in place she had no choice but to give them what he wanted.
Her tongue slid out, already tinted brown in places from the chocobo's foot, and took her first lick.. While the bird's feet dirty and rough, their feet were sweet and welcoming compared to the goblin's sour scummy sole. Freya eyes clenched at the tangy burst of month of stale sweat mixed with the sharpest cheese she could imagine. As the filth settled on her tongue and fully dissolved she tasted a hint of spoiled meat.
The tar crusted feet caressed her muzzle fur as she let loose a new stream of tears. She'd thought she'd run out but the putrid flavor and texture of the sticky mass coating the ugly huge feet was too disgusting. Her mind tried to tune out while her body did as it had done the last few days. Another lick. Another swath of moistened tar. Another wave of nausea from the burst of unwanted flavor spreading throughout her mouth.
Behind her the other three threw hand gestures until one came out ahead. He wasted no time in kicking the losing goblin onto the platform behind Freya so he could be used as a platform. The losing goblin didn't seem to mind as he was stepped on or even notice the sticky smelly feet on him. Freya minded though, when the winner's filthy dick pressed to her wet well fucked cunt.
As soon as he slid in, she could feel the gritty dirt on his length dragging along her sensitive inner folds. Her gasp of protest fell on welcoming ears. The goblins all enjoyed her suffering, especially the chief who used her gasp to push his heel into her muzzle. His smile at her high pitched squeal of horror at having it there frightened her. He told her to lick again, though she couldn't close her mouth fully around his big ugly foot.
She tried to pull her head to the side but he easily followed her with his foot until she gave in. Freya couldn't stand the odor. Couldn't stand the burn his dirty sole caused in her lips. Couldn't stand the goblin rutting her cunt with oddly slow thrusts. Her tongue slathered over his as he wanted after just a few pitiful attempts at resisting.
Spit ran down his heel onto her teeth. With the awful flavor spreading around her mouth, she was producing more than enough saliva for the licking. Her efforts to clean even a single spot with the firm licking weren't effective. The tar was so thick and his skin was so calloused and rough she found herself licking the same spot repeatedly with always getting more dirt and sweat off.
Freya's tongue grew tired and sore from the rough sole and she couldn't believe she was missing the chocobos feet instead. At least their rough feet came clean after a few licks in a single spot. The goblin chief pulled his foot away suddenly and held it up for her to see what little all her efforts had done for it. The heel was a different color, a shade of grey rather than dark blackish. There were visible chunks of, she didn't want to even consider what they could be, stuck to where she'd been licking.
The goblin thrusting into her cunt ground around in a circle, knowing their victims almost always felt worse when it felt good for them. He loved making their toys feel good while they had to do something so nasty. Licking his bosses feet made him shudder, but he loved seeing it happen. The rat looked so perfectly helpless, he couldn't resist spanking her ass just as she lifted her muzzle to lick once more at the raised foot.
The chief goblin held it at what he thought was out of her reach. He glared at the other goblin when Freya suddenly jerked from the spanking and managed to lick it, then pushed it back to her muzzle. It really was best to hurry, he decided. Teasing was good but somebody had big chocobos and had tied up their toy. They could come back any time.
"Hurry up, smelly rat." He slapped her with his big foot and felt better again when she sped up her efforts.
Feeling each firm press of her tongue to his sole felt wonderful. He could feel the dirt coming off. He could feel the sticky mess slipping into her mouth. He could see her expression of horror when she swallowed and went back for more. The stench of his feet would fade, but he could replace that quickly enough. Knowing it was going into a burmecian made it all worth it as the damned rats would attack his kind on sight.
Freya choked when something rubbery came off his foot with a lick. The indentation where it had been was crud coated and let out a worse stench than the rest of his foot. It had no real flavor of it's own, tasting purely of the cheesy foot musk of the rest, but she couldn't swallow it. Chewing it didn't dissolve it. It just spread the tangy funk around her teeth and tongue. She spit it out before she could throw up from it.
The goblin behind her sped up again, making her hate herself for the pleasant tingles his filthy dick induced as she controlled her nausea. Freya was actually glad of both the foot in her mouth and cock in her cunt helping her get over the ass rape. The fading pain under her tail made her feel worse everywhere else however.
Her mouth burned from the overly congealed acidic mass of old sweat and compacted dirt sticking to her lips. Her tongue was coated in the awful flavor all the way down her throat. Her cunt was sore from use despite the pleasant itch from the gob's balls slapping her clit and cock dragging along her inner walls.
The dirt from the goblin's dick had washed off inside of her as he worked her. It still rubbed uncomfortably while floating inside and squishing between her soft slick inner channel and her rapist's shaft. Freya didn't notice only because the chief's foot gunk kept her attention all too well and she found herself breathing hard, trying to keep herself from throwing up.
The goblin chief didn't look happy that she'd spit out the rubbery gunk. "Swallow ALL of it, rat. Everything!"
He pulled his foot away and picked up the rubbery lump of gristle from a past meal and held it with his toes above Freya's muzzle. The rat stared up at it, her lower jaw trembling. Those rough filthy toes pressed it to her lip and she couldn't resist turning her face away from it. A hard kick to her face from the other foot drew a loud sob out of her. A second kick had her opening her mouth quickly to get him to stop.
Freya gagged at is it was pushed into her mouth again, the toes pushing it in deep and forcing her to hold them in her mouth with it. She stared at his foot dully. The goblin in her cunt had slowed so even the tingles of pleasure were gone as she licked it from between his toes. Their Chief goblin leaned back, with the goblin under him grunting from the strain of holding him up, and gave her one more kick with his foot still in her mouth.
"Good, Now back to work, and no more drops!" He took a deep breath, enjoying the scent burmecian woman's fear and sweat.
Her teeth nibbled at the toes and the tarry buildup. Scratching at the foul smelling foul tasting mass loosened it for her tongue to clean up easier she found. The last kick sent Freya's mind into hiding while her body went through the mechanical chore of licking and sucking and swallowing the bitter sweat and earthy muck.
His callouses took more time than the rest, with her having to swirl her tongue into the rough hardened dead flesh. Each took too long and he slapped her and told her to get onto a new spot each time. Freya dreaded the toes most, and as she got to them, she was right. The thick toe jam came away like warm gritty butter with each lick.
The cheesy sourness grew far stronger, the musky bitterness made her jerk her head away and heave her stomach hard. Nothing came out at first, but a small trickle escaped on the third heave. The chief didn't mind he seemed proud of his feet and pushed them back, both together for her to service.
Freya tried to ignore it, as she dug her tongue between his toes again and again. Each time though she felt that thick jam dissolve and coat her mouth. It slid thick and slow down her throat and clung there making her breath in his awful odor as well as taste it on her own breath. Each lick took her a second to get over as she worked through his five gross toes and their nasty cleavage.
The chief enjoyed the way she avoided looking at him as she worked. He gave her a playful kick when she finished the first foot and told her to start with the heels so she could save the jam for last. Freya's ears hung down as she choked through his other foot. A sigh of pleasure escaped the chief's throat when she nibbled on a big callous. He loved the feeling of her teeth scratching the hard foot. The way she scrubbed him with her tongue even at that stage of defeat, he could tell she'd had plenty of practice.
"Chocobos definitely right to use you as a foot bath, rat! Ha Ha, you good at it!" He watched her drag her face along his sole as she tried to throw up the last of the toe jam. "Keep it down and I rape you good."
The goblin behind her struggled to last until his chief finally pulled his feet away and was glad to see the chief finish. He thrust in just three more times and let go. His balls drained into the well used hole and simply pulled out without reveling in it. The goblin under him stayed in place for the chief to use as a ladder.
Freya barely even noticed the change. She'd felt the cock inside her spurt. She felt a new one push in. She saw, and unwillingly smelled, a new pair of feet press to her face, and it started again.
Nobody wanted her as anything but a hole for something gross. The thought escaped her hiding mind and two tears slid down the trail along her muzzle. Her abusers didn't even notice while her mouth worked on yet another nasty foot and her cunt took yet another dirty dick.
The other goblins watched, impatiently, and competed to see who would be next. They didn't like seeing their fellows get first, but they knew better than to argue after he'd won the chance. Watching Freya drag her tongue up and down that filthy sole, equally scum covered as their chief's, made them want her all the more. Each hoped to make her cry some more and each wanted to jam into that hot over used cunt.
Their chief didn't bother timing his thrusts to his subordinates. His hips slapped rapidly into their captive's while his semi-clean feet scratched the step stool goblin's armor carelessly. Both big hands spanked the burmecian's ass at random as he rode her, wanting it to be harder on her than just a simple rape. Each slap made her pussy clench harder around his cock, though he enjoyed the noises she occasionally made when a sob escaped more.
The lesser goblin freely rubbed his spent dick for Freya to see while she licked his filthy feet. Unlike his chief he tried to let her see him rather than just one foot or the other. The feel of her tongue dragging firmly over the tarry mix of old swat, fluids, dirt, and everything he'd stepped on and in.
He too, delighted in her discomfort and growing pain. The chief's spanking and the grit from their cocks in her cunt were making her ache more inside and out. Her muzzle worked harder to distract herself from it, which only made her feel more sick. Her pauses to dry heave grew more frequent while she firmly drug her tongue over his arch. The dirt covering that soft fleshy organ turned it a nasty brown from the dull red it had been before her second goblin.
Freya felt too sick. Her belly was cramping from the acidic salty sweat and rancid matter from the gobbo's foot. She could taste the musk of old semen, smell it too, and the fresher chocobo semen that had leaked out as he'd shafted her. The fresher cum had made the male's toes gummy to her tongue. The gel like consistency of it made it cling to her tongue and made swallowing it difficult. She had to lick the drier bottom portion of his heel after every few licks to his ball and toes.
The rat tried licking the jam out first, but it was nearly as bad as the other goblin's had been. The cheesy musk stuck to her teeth heavily at first but softened and turned to a paste in her mouth after a few moments soaking in her muddy saliva. Her eyes stared dully at the goblin's dick as he made her clean his feet. It was oddly comforting to her to find somebody not just grinding their feet in her face, a realization which made her sink lower that she could possibly be glad of something like that.
Behind her the chief finished and simply yanked out. He grabbed her tail and wiped his dick off before dismounting the platform. The goblin acting as a stool stood up and a quick hand gesture fight made a different one take his place while the next mounted her worn tired cunt. That there was visible dirt covering her hips and making her sore lips brown didn't bother him. His own dirt and grit coating his manhood soon added to the mess.
Freya barely noticed the pull out, but she felt the dirty cock jam in. The dirt inside rubbed her raw faster with the renewed thrusting. Her sex gripped harder around him in an attempt to stop his attention, but it only made it worse. She desperately licked, her eyes tearing up again at the powerful tang and awful flavor. His texture was similar to his bosses, but without the chewy bits. His callouses weren't as rough, though his feet were slightly larger to make up for it.
She sucked his toes when he decided she was done with the sole and he enjoyed pushing two into her muzzle at once. The wet sucking noises that escaped while she tried to swallow were a pleasure to them all. Still waiting, the lesser goblins tried to think of what they would do with her. The two didn't want to do exactly the same thing as there was no fun in that, their victim would just get used to it.
The second goblin leaned back, blissfully letting her tongue fuck his toe cleavage. He didn't have any thoughts about variety. It was more than enough for him to see her submissively and brokenly tonguing them. When he realized she was done cleaning his feet he was rather disappointed. His feet should have taken longer than that, he thought.
The next goblin, slightly taller than the others, also realized she was done and tugged his fellow gobbo out of the way. Seeing how broken and limp she lay on the rape bar he he decided to have some fun. He used a rusted knife to saw through the ropes holding her arms apart, ignoring the complaints of the other, and slapped her with the bottom of his left foot.
"Gonna have to put more effort for me, rat." The goblin announced. He rubbed his foot in front of her while her arms hung limp where they'd dropped. "You gonna worship my feets... yah, and tell me how perfect and yummy the are!"
Freya felt too sick to care. The dirt she'd licked off their feet was as bad as Amarant's had been back at the village, or at least close. She wanted to get away, but her arms felt so heavy after hanging for so long from ropes. Her eyes shut when she heard his desire. One more pair of feet she'd have to smell and touch and. She jerked her eyes open again at a hard slap to her face again. A second, then a third and a cry escaped her throat.
Her weak arms flopped around to grip the goblin's ankles. She scrubbed her eyes on each shoulder without thinking to clear the tears away. It felt good to have use of her arms, but the dick jamming into her cunt was a constant invasive reminder she wasn't free. Her breasts bloomed with tingling discomfort of blood rushing back into them after she lifted her chest up a bit and relieved the pressure on them.
The goblin playfully tugged at her grip and her hands slipped away. He leaned down and yanked her ear while firmly telling her to get to it. Her ear slipped free when her hands gripped him again and the burmecian opened her mouth to lick again. A hard grip and yank to her ear again made her squeal in pain .
"WORSHIP, not lick! Sniff, kiss, say you love it. It your love and thoughts!" Her abuser let her ear go again and ignored her cries.
Freya cringed at a raised hand and she again pushed her muzzle up to it. "I... I love your ... your feet." She felt dirtier for saying it, but she was glad it wasn't in her mouth. "It is, they are pretty." Her voice was cracked and raw as she spoke from her tongue feeling raw from the licking and lack of drink.
Freya kissed the filthy foot, with a look of revulsion on her face as she did so. Having her arms back should have made her feel more confident, but it just meant she had to degrade herself even more. Her lips kissing his sole felt all the grit and tarry buildup on them. The sticky material left a bit on her lips making her feel it long after she had pulled away. She could see her lip prints where she'd kissed and knew they would make her lick it all later in addition to the humiliating worship.
Her cunt squished noisily around the other goblin's dick stabbing in it. He pumped and thrust wildly, with his erection slightly larger than the other goblins so far, and made her feel that pleasant tingle better than the others had. His balls slapped her clit while she kissed each toe on the goblin foot before her. She shuddered at a good jiggle inside, even with the gritty raw pain deeper inside she was building to another unwanted peak.
Freya stopped kissing and instead drug her muzzle along the arch back and forth. She tried to say how she loved it, but the words hung in her throat and had to be spit out each time. Both feet held still while she worked, though she could tell the goblin really wanted to rub them against her. Making her worship them was fun, but so was forcing them on her. With her doing what was told, it was somewhat less satisfying for him, though he did enjoy the obvious effort it was for her to praise them.
The rat shook her head trying to get some fresh air. His odor should have number her senses, especially after so many feet reeking around her, but there were so many scents on each foot that a variety of smelly funk constantly distracted her from getting used to any one. Freya kissed between his toes, very daintily as she didn't want to lick there or accidentally press into it, but he pressed back to force a firm kiss each. Her nose took in more of that smelly air and she retched onto the platform, spitting up a bit of something brown and gritty.
"C'mon... kiss 'em good. They you lover. Hold them and make out with them!" The gobbo growled.
Freya looked at them, then up to him. The male raping her ass was nearly finished, she could tell, but even if he was, it wouldn't do her any good. She took another harsh ear pull before she pulled his feet to her face and kissed between them. Another ear pull and a yell and she pressed her muzzle to the arch of the left foot and kissed firmly.
Her kiss lingered, dragging up and down the foot, leaving a trail of spit along it where she'd been. He seemed happier with her as she made out with his feet, and that made her both glad and scared. The goblins were more predictable when they were upset. The kiss was making her feel nauseous again too. Having the foot in such close proximity, with the taste seeping past her lips with no licking, was not kind to her senses. That sickly stench and the cock jamming in and making her feel pleasure confused her body to the point of wanting to cum and throw up at the same time.
Freya tried to pull away from the feet she made out with but each time the goblin would reach down and yank her hair or ears and force her back into position. He let her switch feet and told her to tell his feet how much she loved them while making out. She reluctantly obeyed. Each time she opened her mouth to speak the taste somehow snuck in with the odor.
Drool dribbled down her chin as her mouth tried hard to wash itself out. Without licking constantly her spit built up instead of covering the foot and refreshing her tongue. The goblin greatly enjoyed seeing it. To him it was that much more love she showed for him.
"Yeah, my feet make you hungry don't they?" He pressed his other over sized foot down to stroke over her breasts.
Freya shuddered, the goblin behind her shuddered too, both from opposite stimulation. The burmecian hated having that rough foot dragging through her chest fur and along those soft womanly mounds while her rider came from the bliss of raping her already well fucked dirty cunt. To the gobbo riding her it looked as though she were cumming from his cock. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her tightly so she had to feel him inside as well as out.
The other goblin's stink didn't bother him, but his dirty body bothered Freya. His rough arms and leather armor stank and made feeling him spurting into her cunt feel dirtier still. When he finished unloading into her sperm toilet he pulled out and ran off. The other goblins didn't know what he was doing, as he hadn't had his turn at her mouth yet.
The goblin waiting on the sides for his turn pranced from foot to foot. He didn't care if he got to fuck her or make the rat pleasure his feet, so long as he got to go. When her cunt was emptied he quickly jumped onto the already spent goblin acting as the step stool and ground his hard old cum stinking cock into her. The loud sigh he let out joined Freya's moan of misery.
Her muzzle drug against the goblin's right foot while kissing the tip of each of his left toes and down and up the sole. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, and sick. The rape had gone on and on while she wished she could just lick the awful feet clean and get away from them.
She said again, how beautiful they were, the words coming easier despite how ugly they really were. The goblin told her to sound more sincere and she tried to as she said it again. Before he could tell her not good enough, however, the other goblin grabbed him and yanked him out of the way.
"You turn done, my turn now." Being slightly bigger he got his way. "Rat hungry, yes? Good... Food ready!"
The goblin plopped a large bark shingle in front of her. There were plenty of berries covering it, a few of which fell off. He smiled grandly at her. His brown and yellow teeth flashing full. Freya reached for one, knowing it would be tainted somehow, and picked up the wild blackberries and some fat red berries she didn't recognize. Her eyes clenched shut as she pushed the blackberry into her mouth. The seeds crunched, the juice ran over her tongue, the taste was clean and pleasant.
Her eyes opened in amazement at the lack of taint, then she hung her head when the goblin's foot squished into the formerly clean fruit. Both feet squished in before her and he leaned down to yank her head up by the hair to make her watch as he crushed the sweet treats into his crusted cheesy feet. She could smell the sweetness of the berries as their juices were freed, but then the taint she had first expected hit her.
He mashed the berries good and squeezed that pulp and seeds all over his sole and between his toes. Freya looked visibly sicker when she saw some yellow toe jam squeeze out the bottom when he pushed more berries between two toes. That sick look made him all the more excited to make her lick his feet clean. Not caring how much more he may have been able to stick onto them he lifted them up for her.
"Come and eat, smelly rat!" He wiggled his toes in front of her nose and playfully tapped his big toe to her lips.
Freya opened her mouth, wanting to say something, anything to tell him no, but nothing came out. There was nothing she could say that would change anything and there was a high chance of making things worse. She didn't want to lick the mash, she knew she would anyway and slid her tongue out and over the sticky mush.
At first lick, the berries were sweet. The moist juice felt good on her overused tongue and moistened her mouth well. When she licked again, though, the cheese from his toes and feet came through. A subtle wrongness tickled her senses, then bloomed into an earthy mushroomy flavor. The sweetness turned from pleasant to rotten in just a few seconds in her mouth.
Another lick, lighter than the first, rewarded her with a slap to the face. "Lick harder, foot rat. You want all my flavor!"
Freya cringed at the slap and found herself focusing on the cock sliding into her pussy from the back. She hadn't cum yet, despite the on again off again pleasure forced on her from the rape. With the attention to her face worse she tried to focus on her sore sex instead. Anything to get away from the abuse and the awful chore of eating the pulp from the goblin's foot.
The goblin in the back loved how her cunt drooled semen around his shaft. The chocobo cum finally escaped her womb and he got to feel it and the goblin gunk inside ooze out and down his balls. Some of their dirt came with it but much of it stuck to her folds inside, making his continuing thrusts grind her raw.
Freya dropped her face out of reach of the berry mash finding it too painful on both ends to continue. The goblin yelled in anger and roughly jammed his rough big toe in her nostril. His partner behind her just laughed and spanked the rat even harder as he rode her.
Having her nostril invaded by the toe got her attention very well. Tears ran down her eyes as she had to lift her head back up. Her hands around his ankle tried to pull it out bet he held it there, hooked in with his nail poking her, until she stared up at his face. He yelled incoherently at her and yanked on her hair until her mouth opened in a sob, then pulled the toe out and shoved it into her mouth.
His glare at her kept her focused on the awful foot. Even with the berry juice easing her tired worn tongue the spoiled taste made her feel sick. They had tasted terrible before, but it was making her far more nauseated with the flavor of the berries than plain. She couldn't push it out of her mouth, she couldn't swallow it and be done with it. There was always more and more of the disgusting foot to clean up.
The burmecian's eyes clenched shut from the pain and degradation. Her lips worked sucking the sticky mass and swallowing before the taste could spread fully around her tongue and mouth. She had to chew much of it. Many of the berries were too big to swallow even squished and their crunchy seeds were with hard grit from the goblin's foot.
Her eyes opened, then winced at another hard sliding bit of dirt grinding into her teeth as she chewed. Another long drag up his foot from heel to arch to ball had her coughing and spluttering. The rising sick feeling inside made her turn even paler as she worked. Pale except for the berry juice staining her muzzle. The red and purple color made her look like he'd split her lip, though he hadn't done more than bruise her.
She felt the goblin behind her unload. Yet another male ejaculating into her made the growing sick feeling even stronger. Freya pulled her face away from tho foot, mostly cleaned of the juice but still too scummy to ever want to lick, and rocked her muzzle from side to side.
The goblin before her smiled. "Foot rat sick? Berries good for smelly rodent." He frowned when she didn't immediately lick more, even when he pushed his other foot to her face. "If you throw up, I beat you good! Now service feet!"
Freya flinched away from the raised foot but she fought the nausea. His threat was all too real, she knew. It took her several seconds, and earned her two yanks to her ears, but she managed to force it down with only a little dribble out of her mouth. The goblin growled but only beat her a few times before leaning back.
She pulled his foot to her face and slurped noisily and desperately. The berry mash was just as bad on his second foot as it had been on the first, worse perhaps. It had soaked deeper into the filth on to loosen and soften the muck. More grit ground into her teeth with each bit of berry she had to chew.
His rotten feet kept the sick feeling close to the surface, but her fear of him hurting her worse made her keep going. The muck disappeared quickly with her quick licks and loud slurps sucking the mess off. Her eyes widened as a large lump of... something, came off again. She held it in her mouth, her eyes watering with the effort not to taste it and the knowledge that she had to swallow it. It was hard, really hard. Her teeth pressed to it and found that it was actually a rock that had jammed into a callous on his foot. There was no way she could chew it, it was much too big to swallow, but he would hurt her if she didn't.
Freya felt the goblin behind her yank out only to immediately jam a dirty finger in and scrub it around her raw over fucked cunt. The rock rattled around her teeth and she spit it out before she yelled in pain at another finger jamming into her ass. He scrubbed it around inside but then shrugged and pulled it out. Her cunt was more fun for him and he knew worse for her. His cock was short and fat and about as dirty as the other's had been, just big enough to tease her with its presence and grind the dirt in deeper. A brownish slime of cum, dirt, and pussy juice matted her crotch, just as the brown stain of foot scum and spit covered her muzzle.
Tears dribbled from her cheeks again when the goblin before her bent to pick up the rock. He sniffed it, then calmly leaned forward to press it to her right nostril. It held the odor of his feet very well, as it had been part of them for a long time, and she couldn't pull away. The dirty little man tossed it to the one behind her a moment later and she felt that shove it into her pussy. He didn't bother pulling out, simply stretching her womanly flesh around it and knocking it deeper with his thrusting hips.
Freya jerked her head up, eyes wide at that rough rock shifting inside her. She heard the goblin say she could keep the memory of his feet inside her, but his feet again pressing to her face made her forget about it a moment later. The stink and awful flavor as he pushed his toes back into her muzzle made her gag. She wanted it to end, needed it to end, but it didn't.
The foot stayed put, her tongue slathered numbly and automatically over it. She didn't try to resist it anymore. Her throat swallowed mechanically at the dirt and old sweat that came off. The modest bits of garbage that went with them were mostly ignored, except for gagging.
His other foot slapped her playfully at random, just to make her hate him more. Freya drug her tongue between his toes and over his arch, under his toenails. All the jam she gathered, all the dirt, sloshed around in her mouth enhancing the already horrible after taste of the past feet. Her belly rumbled constantly from the noxious meal she had to feed it.
She drooled heavily over his foot, but at last she finished them both to his satisfaction. Her pussy ached from the continuing thrusts inside and the rock bumping around inside it but she just stared dully at the last goblin taking his place in front of her. He could have been one of the others she'd already done or a "fresh" one she hadn't sampled yet. Freya's mind was too numb to care after so much. The wicked smell coming from his feet was different than the others, though, a soggy pent up sweat stench without all the dirt.
When he plopped them in front of her, her blank stare widened and her eyes focused more. His feet were pruned and soggy from sweat drenching them. A light streak of moist dirt dribbled down in rivulets of brown with more sweat draining from his pores. The sweat beaded out visibly as she watched, pooling onto the platform drip by drip. His sweaty odor and the thought of touching those big pruned feet made her look up pleadingly.
The goblin took a deep breath and smiled horribly. It was such a wonderful thing to be able to make a nearly broken victim to look up for mercy. He was glad he went last just for that! To reward her, he pushed the first foot to her muzzle and kicked her chin with the other.
"Get to licking, rat hole." He sneered and smirked. "You must be thirsty!"
Freya hung her head after the kick. She was thirsty, but not for what he offered. Another kick though, and her lips pressed to the sweat dripping sole to kiss it. His skin felt mushy to her lips, but the taste was worse. The sweat may have washed off the dirt, but over time it had sunken into the flesh and aged there. Her eyes went wide at the spoiled meat and elderly sweat she tasted.
Salty, sour, bitter, it was all there for her to hate. Licking his foot reminded her of eating a runny cheese, with a hint more crusty bits of dirt that had jammed into his sole. That cheese's odor and texture had been similar to the other goblins', but the taste had been a lot... better. The burmecian thought more about it, unwillingly, while her tongue drug along his arch.
Every prune wrinkle and bump on his foot was sopping wet and the sweat continued to bead off him. He drank from a large waterskin while she worked to keep himself hydrated and the flow from drying him up. He knew about his sweating and was proud of his feet.
Making Freya lick them all over, when even goblin women wouldn't touch them, had made him stiff just by thinking about it. Actually feeling her tongue dragging over his sole and seeing her tear streaked rancid foot stink soaked muzzle fur nearly made him cum again. The goblins cock stiffened quickly despite his recent emptying into their foot worshiping spunk pit and his free hand gripped it.
He wedged a toe into the rat woman's neck, then drug it up to force her to look at him stroking himself to her servitude. She slurped noisily up the sole then immediately averted her gaze. His other foot again guided her up to look at him and he roughly stuffed his licked foot into her mouth to get her attention better.
"Rat will watch me enjoy it!"He yelled at her, his foot pressed to her throat roughly and made her eyes bulge when he squeezed it against the wood. "Suck and lick and watch, smelly rat... or ELSE"
Freya's eyes jerked up to his ugly dick but he crushed her neck harder between his soggy foot and the boards holding her. It hurt. It hurt worse than being raped and worse than the humiliation. More tears welled up and leaked down her muzzle but she did as he demanded as best she could with his foot jammed in so deep and hard.
The flavor spread throughout her mouth stronger than ever since she couldn't pull away from it. Even when her tongue wasn't slathering over an area the sweat leaked out for her to savor. He didn't seem to want to pull it out while he made her watch him fondling himself.
The goblin pushed his foot harder against her throat and enjoyed the strained gurgling of her attempts to breath. Knowing he could probably even make her pass out, or worse, while she'd still have to pleasure his feet made him jerk his dick faster. The way her eyes trembled trying to hold her gaze there, the way her tongue darted over what little she could reach, if only he could hold choke her the entire time, he thought. Instead, he held her strangled for nearly a minute until she seemed ready to pass out before he finally pulled his foot off her neck.
Freya gasped for air, and choked on the tainted backed up liquid in her mouth. The pain in her throat was intensified by trying to breath in tho foul sweat and she coughed violently. Each cough her muzzle pushed forward hard and forced the goblin's foot further in. Her eyes closed involuntarily and jerked open painfully wide when he playfully pushed the foot back to her neck again.
She jerked her head back and to the side and was amazed when he let her. His foot finally slid free of her muzzle, but she still had to finish the last few bits of it with another to look forward to. The goblin shoved both feet back to her face with enough force to squish a bit of sweat into her nostrils and followed it with a command to get back to work.
Freya tried to keep her eyes open, tried not to blink, and watched that dirty dick pulse. Her tongue slid over the wet skin, gathering the deep old sweat mixed with the last bit of toe jam, then back over to his fresh foot. It was equally big and far more daunting since the flavor of the first was still lingering, but her tongue slid out anyway.
Up and down the formerly pink but quite brown stained oral flesh licked. His sweat continued to drip, his cock continued to throb in his hand. She hated him, but she still sucked and licked at his sole.
It indented so readily under her tongue, the soft skin giving way to make it easy to slide along. Every lick the old scum came off, bits of soft skin came with it. She swallowed every bit of it, just as she had the others. Her body barely registered the nausea and sickness from it. Even the taste of it, so gross and strong, was mostly ignored after so long. The fact that he wasn't crushing her neck made her lick faster, whether he wanted her to or not.
Freya lowered her face to his heel, then jerked back up to see Zidane and the others strolling leisurely back. They could easily see what was going on, and they knew she could see them. They didn't hurry at all. Her goblin flinched when Amarant's hand touched his shoulder, but he didn't stop. Instead he smiled nervously at the big man.
"We found the rat. Like you said." He gulped hard at Amarant's expression. "We raped her good!"
"Why isn't one of you little twerps fucking her cunt?" The voice wasn't threatening, just disappointed. "You're wasting my time. One of you bastards get in there, I don't care that you're tired."
"Ok, I'll go again." Freya barely recognized the goblin as the leader of the group before he entered fully. "Perfect filthy rat cunt... just right for another fucking!"
Vivi lead the large blue chocobo past her after trailing behind Zidane and Amarant. Her massive mount warked and pecked aggressively at the goblins but a quick tug made it ignore them. The reek of sweat, semen, goblin, and goblin feet helped encourage it to keep ignoring them. Vivi looked back at her as he passed but she couldn't see any expression through her tear blurred vision.
The goblin kicked her again and she jerked her eyes back to his cock just in time to see him finish. His seed spurted over her, into her hair, onto her muzzle, on his foot. She just stared at his shaft dumbly while her tongue slathered over his moist foot collecting the older sweat to make room for new.
Freya could feel the chief in her cunt again, fucking her hard and careless, but her sex hurt bad enough from the previous rape she barely noticed it. Zidane stood next to her at first, then waved a hand in front of his nose and stood back a bit. His comment about how badly she smelled of goblin feet had no real effect on her, and that made him smile. She really was nearly broken.
The goblin chief panted as his dick throbbed harder. He was nearly ready to blow again even after just a minute of fucking their toy. In front of him the soggy foot gob found himself pushed away suddenly and Amarant smirked at the chief.
"You didn't do too badly. She's nearly there. You're no longer needed." Freya heard the male raping her complain about payment, and then suddenly shut up. "Get out of my sight and you live."
A loud wark behind him lent speed to his running, but he managed to finish dumping his cum into Freya for a second time before pulling out. A large presence loomed on either side of her and Freya let out an exhausted sob of panic at the even larger presence stabbing into her sore raw sex. She heard Vivi's voice saying something to the chocobo, but she couldn't make it out.
The big bird seemed enraged by the goblin scent and his hips jammed in hard in dominant aggression towards them. Again his enormous maleness stretched her insides open and again her pussy felt painfully full while the others enjoyed the show. Her belly bulged a bit in front with heavy pressure forcing her to accept more of him.
If she hadn't been so exhausted and sick from the goblins she'd have screamed in protest. After so much, Freya could only lay there and let it happen. At least until the guys grew bored with her lack of response. Vivi chanted and she let out a sob of despair at hearing it.
The sob turned into a full scream when the fire spread out over her sensitive breasts and singed her fur. Another chant, with the chocobo letting out happy grunts, and Freya struggled harder. Magic ice stung her cunt lips with cold around the big bird's cock.
She jerked madly at her bonds as she tried to get away from it. Even the exhaustion from before couldn't stop her from at least trying to get it to stop. The struggles only to entertained her one time friends and she stayed exactly where she was as the pain of extreme cold and heat on sensitive parts faded.
Amarant took a seat in front of her and yanked his boot off. The hours he'd spent away weren't wasted, in his opinion. His feet had had time to recover their sweat and he knew she'd hate them. A rough slap to her face with his sole to get her attention and he got a good look when she gave it to him. Her tired eyes looked duller than before. They drooped to his ugly big feet and she let her head drop away from them limply.
Even through her stupor, the burmecian could see the dirt that'd somehow gotten into the boot. His smelly sweat had returned almost as bad as before. She just couldn't take it anymore. Freya's cunt hurt, her tongue was so raw it felt like it should be bleeding. The moisture from the last goblin had probably been the only reason it wasn't she thought with vague annoyance. Maybe if her tongue had been raw they'd stop.
Pain blossomed in her womb suddenly as the cum inside boiled from Vivi's magic. With both eyes bulging and her body again thrusting, Freya jerked her head up into Amarant's feet. She madly licked at them again. Her breath came in great choking sobs while much of his sweat and her spit drooled out the side of her mouth. Vivi didn't let up with his spell and the chocobo rutting her responded enthusiastically to the heat surrounding his cock.
Vivi finally cut the magic and Freya felt the filthy goblin cum cool quickly. The relief didn't last long, though. Even as she drug her tongue up Amarant's foot from heel to ball the mage chanted another spell. A block of ice formed under her somewhat squished breasts. Her fur protected her, for a few seconds, before the cold sank into them.
Zidane crouched next to her and slipped his hand into her cleavage to spread her feminine mounds apart. The rat didn't understand why at first, but when the cold sank in faster she understood. There was more surface area to squish under her weight with them parted more.
It was barely tolerable at first, though a pleasant distraction from Amarant's feet and the chocobo raping her from behind. The cold built though, and it spread up from her breasts into her chest. It burned as badly as the fire, then turned into an agonizing ache.
The three around her didn't laugh as they used her. They simply enjoyed her in their own ways with Vivi hurting her and Zidane mostly enjoying the sight of her licking the big man's feet while it happened. His own feet were ready for the same treatment and he wondered if her cunt was still worth bothering with. After the goblins, though, he figured she needed a good hosing out first.
The big blue chocobo pecked at her neck in appreciation of his head letting him breed her. The unhappy noises she made didn't bother him at all. Her inner muscles clenching around his cock were all he cared about. His head tilted as he watched her licking the other male's feet, though. When he was done breeding the hen he wanted to make her happy too, again.
Freya shifted her chest but couldn't get her breasts off of the ice. Amarant's feet pushed her back down if she tried to lift herself up and she finally grew too weak to even fight anymore. Her tongue trailed over his sole as he wanted, gathering up his foot cheese and sweat to swallow. With her weakness came shivering from the cold.
At first it was barely noticeable but by the time she'd sucked and licked half his toes her body shook visibly all over. Vivi slowed the shivering a bit by sending his magic fire into her pussy lips and, especially, into her clit. It produced a playful drawn out wail each time he burnt that pleasure button but that just encouraged him.
Zidane's cock was stiff and full while he watched it all. He tried to stay in the corner of her eyes so she knew he was enjoying what they did to her. A low wark from the big chocobo and its tail feathers swishing more rapidly made him pay more attention to it instead. He could tell the animal was very close to the edge and Freya's sore clutching sex pushed it over as he watched.
Blue danced from side to side with his head reared up in the air. His beak gaped open though he didn't make any noises. Freya didn't react at first, but the intense heat of his seed spraying inside was welcome for warming her up. She stopped shivering for a few seconds before going right back to shivering once the heat faded. Her pussy made a wet sucking noise when her bestial lover's dick flopped out and she had to put up with him nuzzling her cheek. It was the kindest touch she'd had but she was too out of it to appreciate him.
Viva left the block of ice under her instead of letting the magic dissipate. The black mage pressed his staff to her sloppy well used cleft and easily inside. A renewed sobbing made him nod in agreement before sending a fire spell through her inner genitals, out and down her belly to her freezing breasts. A wave of singed fur followed the flames from groin to chest, though her position kept them from seeing it.
Freya tried to ignore it, to focus on the relief the blast of heat gave her in warming her up. But the fire was too hot and painful. She stuffed her muzzle harder down Amarant's toes to keep from crying out again, but it didn't stop the noise. His foot only muffled it a bit while he smirked.
Amarant leaned back, very pleased with her enthusiastic sucking and tonguing. The burmecian's soft oral flesh drug over his rough sole just right to make him hot with his power over her. Steam wafted up from the ice under her breasts melting, but she kept licking. Tears streamed down her face from the pain, her cunt gaped and drooled boiling chocobo and goblin cum, but she kept licking. He wondered how easy it would be to train her to do it willingly for him with a smile on her face.
Seeing her broken and worshiping his feet at his whim would be a great thing, for a while, the big man thought. Of course he'd get bored with her after a time he decided after slipping the big toes on both feet into her mouth and spreading her muzzle wide. Such a pretty rat wouldn't keep her figure long with such rough treatment and her fur would probably stink too bad.
Zidane scooted his seat closer and pressed both of his smelly bare feet to her face too. His feet were hot, but dry. The skin was softer than Amarant's but dirtier. It was as though he'd put dirt into his shoes while walking to make them as filthy as possible for her.
With the pain fading after Vivi dropped the spell again, Freya didn't turn away from Zidane's feet. She wanted to, but she was so tired and weak. Her eyes stared numbly over both pairs. The ugly toes squeezed at her fur, the ugly arches rubbed back and forth at her cheeks. The ugly faces of her now hated former companions watched her with obvious enjoyment. She just wanted it to stop.
Her head jerked back, suddenly, when Vivi sent a lash of fire over her butt cheeks. The heat raised a welt as though it had been a real whip that struck her and Freya bucked violently in the rape stockade. Zidane and Amarant both said something but the burmecian woman couldn't make it out over her body's complaints.
Another presence loomed to her left and a large scaly avian foot joined the two other pairs. She looked up to see the big blue chocobo standing next to them presenting his sole too. His bright eyes looked at her as she tried to ignore the extra foot but he got in the way of even Amarant's insistent feet.
Having to lick the bird's feet instead of her companion's was slightly worse to the exhausted rat. Big Blue had stepped in many unpleasant things on his run and the damp dirt on his toe claw when she sucked it in made her dread the rest. There was the familiar unpleasant musky taste of the bird's own body but there was also a bit of urine he'd stepped in and earthy nastiness, a grossly cheese-like flavor in the way of strong bland cheeses that left terrible aftertastes.
Behind her Vivi stood back and left his staff jutting from her cunt. He looked over Freya thoughtfully as though deciding what he should do. Steam still rose in little wisps from her chest the fur between her legs showed red skin under them from the heat. If he was going to really have fun he would have to wait until the chocobo finished he knew. A whisper from Zidane made him pull her cunt lips open and expose her clit.
Freya felt a nasty cold shiver creep over her in dread at what he was doing but she did the only thing she could, licked Big Blue's foot clean joint by joint. When a tongue of lightning tickled over her clit, and a small lightning bolt singed along her lower legs, she buried her face into that foot to again stifle her scream and sobs. Everything that black mage did to her hurt anymore, especially on her sensitive intimate folds.
Zidane moved back to her face and pressed his toes into her mouth around Big Blue's foot. The chocobo didn't seem to mind so long as Freya's tongue continued to slide over his roughly scaled sole. Freya felt her eyes drooping as the trauma and length of her rape and abuse continued.
To just let them close and let it all slip away seemed so wonderful, but another painful spell to her cunt that froze her pussy lips briefly to the wooden staff kept any hope of actually passing out away. Her tongue worked onward, licking up the dirt, then pulling it into her mouth to swallow. Even there they defeated her with the grit and horrible flavor continuously spread around her mouth.
Feet for breakfast piled onto feet for the rest of the day. Each layered musky cheesy sweaty dirty smelly foot added to the putrid flavor in her mouth. Zidane's sweaty toes added a hint more that encouraged her body to pay attention to the sick feeling in her gut again. She'd thrown up some but it didn't help before and the rat knew it wouldn't help again either.
Big Blue watched it all innocently. He was just enjoying the hen and giving her what she liked. The look of sweaty exhaustion on her face made him think she was near her peak, or about to lay an egg. Freya kept licking at his foot and he was delighted to share it with her, happy it felt so good for them both.
That she was too tired to even hate what she was doing anymore. His foot and Zidane's toes left their filth on her tongue but she couldn't taste much of it. Sweat dribbled into her eyes as Vivi charged lightning in her clit. That pain started off tolerable but after nearly twenty seconds even her exhaustion couldn't keep her from tugging at her bindings.
Her lower mouth trembled but the pain just built higher. The chocobo warked excitedly and hopped onto his well licked foot. He pushed the dirty one to her muzzle only to find Zidane trying to take his place more. The monkey-boy dodged a sharp peck and again they shared her tongue.
She spent nearly ten minutes on just those feet. Licking over rough avian toes and soles then over to Zidane's almost as rough pair. He'd gathered quite a lot of dirt for her which had mixed with the staleness of his boots. All the while Vivi tortured her with his magic.
Her clit throbbed powerfully while the black mage first shocked it, then froze it. The ice sank in very fast to let the sharp pain build without numbing the sensitive bud. Freya jerked and twitched on her rape stage, much to her companion's enjoyment.
Amarant and Zidane both stood together, jerking off in her face for one last time before bed while Vivi made her eyes shoot wide. Very narrow needles of ice blossomed from inside her cunt creating tiny holes. They melted almost as soon as they formed, but the pain was amazing for her. Even when the two came into her face and managed to spray into her eyes they didn't compete with it. Only a single drop of blood slid out of her sex from it from where a raw lip was abraded just a bit too far.
They bade the black mage good night and told Freya to enjoy the light show. She wasn't sure what they meant, but she wasn't even sure what her name was anymore. A chant from Vivi made her suck in a strong gulp of air. Even as delirious as she was, she knew it would hurt.
A block of ice grew in her womb and extended outward like a frigid tentacle. It made her belly swell even as Vivi chanted again. Her head hung limply in the stocks, too weak even to respond to the new abuse of potent shocks to her nipples and electrical lashes to her feet. She couldn't tell how upset she was making her one time friend by not responding enough, but she at least gave him the satisfaction of lifting her head and staring at him with dull eyes when the ice tentacle bent to poke into her ass.
The cold left her shivering, but the lightning made her hot where it struck. Vivi stroked himself as he played with his power toy. He sat back and rubbed her muzzle with his feet when her belly had fully grown. Her mouth sagged open to lick them immediately and he nodded to himself. While she was too far gone to be fun for watching her hurt, she could still be of some use.
The mage cut the power to the ice tentacle after it's thick limb had poked a good seven inches into her ass and it immediately diminished in size. A chant and a zap to her belly and clit once more forced the burmecian into a form of labor. Freya's body involuntarily clenched and PUSHED at the ice from both holes until the lump stretched her womb open and slipped out with a gush of melt water. It got stuck at her nether lips for a minute, but a bit higher current running through her clit made her clench hard and pop it out.
Freya passed out after that. She didn't feel his feet rubbing around in her mouth, or his light slap to her cold pussy like he'd praise an animal by patting it. She barely even felt the wild beasts that were allowed to mount her yielding flesh during the night.
A small herd of axolotl sniffed her out and were attracted to her enough to mount her. Four legs made it awkward at first, but soon one figured out how to fuck the unresisting rat and the others waited as patiently as animals could for it. Their amphibious bodies were soft but their cocks were hard enough to use her. She was forced awake, briefly, by the monsters, but the sickness in her belly and the discomfort and the abuse left her too tired to care what was using her before passing out again.
Freya woke with a shock as a potion bottle was pushed into her ass. The magic coursed through her, filling her with a pleasant haze of healing. The pain of her raped raw cunt and over licked tongue left her as well as most of the exhaustion. Her eyes drooped anyway, letting her return to sleep. She was just about to pass out again when the lukewarm water splashed over her.
Sputtering and squirming was the best she could manage after that as hands scrubbed over her face and chest. A steady trickle of water poured over her as she was washed, making her feel like drowning for the most of a minute that they cleaned her up. When it finally stopped, more water was poured over her chest and sex. The hands again rubbed and groped her body, focusing on her refreshed pussy especially.
Her body was toweled off roughly, and Freya found herself looking at Zidane and Vivi. She immediately pulled away from them but the monkey boy genome's hand shot out and snagged her wrist. He pulled her upright for them to brush her hair and even put a pretty band around each wrist as she recovered.
With the memory of what they'd done to her so strong in her mind the kindness wasn't trusted at all. The rat glared at them and slapped a hand off of herself by whipping it with her tail. She turned to run but only ground her face into Amarant's chest when she darted out the door.
"And where are YOU going?" He grabbed her and tossed her. "Not so fast, rat. You can leave, but first you have to make us some money. First..."
Vivi chanted something and she flinched, something she would never have done in the past, as a wave of heat flashed the water in her fur to steam and dried her off. Zidane snapped a necklace around her neck and gave her a nearly see-thru loin cloth. The smile on his face told her she'd be wearing it willingly or not.
"You're going to be our money making whore at the slave market today." Zidane continued for Amarant. "There'll be a lot of people walking by, and you're going to fuck a lot of them for us. Make us one thousand Gil... and we'll finally let you go."
The woman stared at him blankly at first, but her face paled as the words sank in. Vivi stepped up to her and clicked something against the right arm band. A few links of chain tinkled there and Freya followed it to the pile behind him with her eyes. She looked away quickly, not wanting to think about what that was for, and finally took in her surroundings.
Loud background noise told her she was in a city. People were everywhere outside their tent making a steady background roar of voices. She got to see more of the area when they had finished and tugged her outside. They still held the long chain, or she would have ran for it.
A few booths were near hers and Freya got a good look at what they were going to make her do. Several of the booths had at least one nearly naked woman taking a customer's cock inside her. She heard a click behind and jerked around to see Vivi finish chaining her to a thick stone pillar.
They left her there, with a pat on the head like a dog and orders to get the money. Curious men of various species walked by and looked in at her, but they all chose a different whore or the few who stopped in front of her were annoyed by her angry stare. The other women were openly putting out, but other than giving somebody a look, she had no idea how to even begin to offer what she didn't want to give.
Freya tugged madly at the chain after a while, until she heard a woman behind her. "Well now, this is a pretty worthless looking hole. Don't you think, Scanty?"
Two red skinned pretty and shapely young women stood behind her, one with green hair, the other blue. They were unlike any that Freya had seen before. The blue haired one had a unicorn like horn jutting from the top of her forehead. Her sister, as they looked nearly the same otherwise, had two small horns on either side of her forehead. They work little more than leather harnesses that barely concealed their feminine flesh. Plenty of little chains and rings decorated the pretty black leather straps, but it was the rabbit like moogle kissing the blue haired one's red feminine foot that made her shiver.
The moogle too was unlike any moogle she'd seen. Long ears on its head were fluffy, along with the rest of her. She had a less round face and body than the others Freya had met, instead she had a short rabbit-like muzzle and cute little nose. Her whiskers were much longer as well. The only reason she even thought "moogle" was because of the little wings and the pompom on the antenna that all moogles had.
Freya didn't like the way the moogle oozed sexual submission. The way her cunt dripped on the ground with each lick. The way her hands ran over the woman's leg. The leash around her neck. She looked up several times to wink before going back to work.
"Yes, Kneesock, but I think we can have some fun with it. Seems she's as much of a foot slut as our Evona." The moogle looked smug, somehow, while the other red skinned woman spoke. Scanty leaned in and cupped Freya's muzzle. "We'll give you one gil as a starter. Kiss her." She tugged on Evona's leash and let the smaller woman stand up.
"N..." Freya didn't get further as the moogle pressed her mouth to the rat's cunt and kissed it firmly. "Don't..."
"Shut up and kiss her back, rat, you know you want to taste my feet on her tongue." One of the demon women, as that was the best Freya could think to describe them, pushed her down.
Freya's small breasts bumped against Evona's head and the moogle squeezed them before kissing and slipping her dirty tongue past surprised lips. The taste brought back the memories of the past few days, especially from the Cleyran dancer at the black mage village. She squirmed until the moogle let go, then struggled away again at that disgusting tongue diving into her moist feminine muff.
The two demon sisters each took an arm to hold her in place while one took a single Gil and pushed it into Freya's pussy around Evona's tongue. It was humiliating and disgusting for the burmecian, even more so knowing where that tongue had been. Their hands roughly squeezed at their unwilling whore's breasts to make her yell at the sudden pain. Passing men stopped to watch the show and one sister leaned in to bite her ear.
"Look how good we are, you're already getting lots of customers for when we're finished." The other sister slapped Freya then added. "or maybe we'll keep them for ourselves."
"Lets share them with her." Evona suggested, pulling away from Freya's unwillingly aroused sex. The moogle looked back and spread the whore's nether lips. "Three Gil each and you can fuck this useless hole. Or two gil and you can get your feet washed... with her mouth. Mmm... and Mine too."
A dwarf pushed his way forward and tossed the money onto the floor before dropping his pants. "Done, kiss it," He didn't have to specify what, "and then take my boots off and get to work."
The two demons pushed Freya to her knees, but didn't push on her head. She looked at the ugly stubby thing, and knew she had no choice. The hatred of her companions welled up again, but she pressed her lips to his cock tip and kissed anyway. It was dirty and stank, but Freya kept her face there as long as she could. At least it wasn't his... her eyes widened when Evona sat him down and grabbed his left foot.
The man pushed his dick fully into Freya's mouth but he was more interested in the novelty of the exotic moogle nuzzling his dirty sole and the feeling of her tongue when it slid between his toes. Scanty pressed her mouth firmly to his while her sister ran her hands over his body. All Freya could do was suck on his cock feeling horrible for doing so. A hand gripped her butt and she flicked her tail in surprise at something hard and hot poking under her tail.
Kneesock stopped touching him to crouch and take over on his dick. She just shoved Freya off to the side, then jerked the burmecian's chain until she stared at his foot. Behind her, a single coin clinked carelessly onto the ground as the other man worked her cunt. She shook her head so close to the boot but a single slap to her face by the moogle made her break out into tears and free his foot.
"Keep sniveling, they like it, but don't stop licking that foot. Doesn't that sweat taste wonderful? Bitter and sour and oh so cheesy?" Evona slid her tongue over the smelly toes. "You'd better learn to like it, I think most of these guys want it from you. It's all you're good for anyway."
Freya pushed her muzzle to the foot, hoping the rabbit like creature would stop talking if she did. His foot filth tasted just as the slut had described and was as dirty as any random unwashed guy could be. She found herself focusing on the cock plugging her cunt and the minor pleasure it was evoking in her so she didn't have to concentrate on the foot.
Evona kept telling her how she should accept it, demonstrating it all with her own mouth and hands. Scanty and Kneesocks also pleasured the customers, all the while commenting on how useless she was without being able to do it. Kneesocks spread her pussy open for a third customer and wiggled onto his cock for show.
Freya choked down the first foot, and another man pushed hiss feet in front of her face instead. A load of spunk filled her cunt only to have another take her in its place. The others around her shared in the debauchery, sucking, licking, fucking, but somehow Freya found herself with the least pleasant of the buyers.
She jerked two off in front of her face, looking up at them as she did so when told to. It was better than licking their feet, she thought, until they sprayed their cum over her muzzle. One got painfully into her eye with a random spurt and they just laughed. Another burmecian stood in front of her moments later and looked over her pretty body, then crouched to push his Gil into her cunt.
He told her to lean back, then calmly shoved his cock into her spunk leaking pussy. As he did he pulled his legs up and shoved his feet both into her face. Tears again ran down her cheeks, of all the humiliating servitude, having to lick those gross things time after time made her feel the worst.
The rough feet shifted with her tongue dragging along them, making her lick harder to gather the scum in to swallow. She could tell the position was awkward but he didn't want to do one at a time. Especially with the tempting joy of watching the three around her servicing feet. He bushed a second Gil in around his cock but pulled it out a moment later. A white furred hand took it and Freya found her face pulled to the side by Evona next to her.
The moogle licked the coin and wiggled her cum leaking cunt at Freya. "Come on, slut, clean me out so the next customer gets it nice and empty."
Freya's customer pushed on her head and told her to get to it. He wanted to see the two women together more than he wanted his mostly clean feet licked. Evona told her to get that foot stained tongue into her nasty cunt already and the rat did as she was told. It seemed too gross for Freya, but the moogle wasn't going to take no.
Beyond her, the demon sisters squeezed and groped and licked and fucked. They had more money tossed around them than Freya, but they were doing the same things, or at least, making the same things happen. Scanty had been bound to Freya's chain and had a man ramming up her ass while her sister watched, but she seemed quite willing to be there.
The rat tongue fucked Evona for only a minute before the small woman came. It was timed almost exactly with her customer stuffing her cunt. Unwanted feminine fluids splattered into her mouth while male sap was spayed under her tail, but another coin and customer took their places a moment after the moogle came down again.
Freya was glad of the moisture on her tongue after a few moments. It cleaned her mouth a bit, despite the source, the moogle at least pulled away when she finished. A cock took her cunt's place almost immediately. The black mage didn't seem at all worried where her mouth had been as he pushed all the way to his groin and Freya couldn't complain about him being there.
She tasted her own sex on his dick, along with musky things she wished she hadn't. He was short, but that didn't draw her attention to him as much as the smelly boots he wore did. Her eyes went wide when she pulled back and saw the familiar figure's face.
Biggs pet her muzzle, then squeezed her jaw tightly around his cock. "Good to see you again, Freya. I've heard such wonderful things about you're interest in feet." He slide his shaft from her mouth and wiped it on her cheek "I'm glad, because that means you'll love our special treat for you."
The mage sat down and pulled his large boot off. Freya's lower lip trembled with the multicolored mess showing up against his black foot. To her dismay his smelly foot was no less awful to smell than last time. It wasn't wet, at least, that had to make it better, she hoped before her first reluctant lick.
He leered down at her enjoying the wince at her first lick. He'd worn his boots as hard as he could to build that cheese for her. Seeing the burmecian drooling after just the one slurp made it worth it. Evona and the demons had paused to watch as well before pleasuring their men again while Biggs tormented her with his filthy toes.
The women scooted closer so they could enjoy his odor. Evona leaned over to kiss and lick his toe jam but Scanty tugged her away by her leash. Freya took another lick, tears building in her eyes from having to service him again, and tried to ignore demon. The fact that that moogle wanted to sample Biggs' feet was made worse by being told that their whore needed to love them herself.
She wasn't allowed to see much of the other three once the black mage got into her worshiping his foot. Having her hold his heel and drag her tongue along his arch felt just as good as before. Freya's tongue slid from arch to ball in long strokes followed by choking and swallowing. Drier his foot may have been, but that just made her mouth feel more muddy. All the pungent sour sweatiness was there along with a strong overtone of the spoiled things he had originally had in his boot.
Not turning away and gagging was just as hard the second time as she gathered a swathe of dirt with another lick and took it into her mouth. Freya wished a customer would fuck her again to distract her, but nobody did. Another lick, her teeth felt gritty and her tongue gummy. Another and she struggled to swallow. One more and the muddy texture made her have to hold it in her mouth longer until it could properly dissolve.
His foot cheese spread thick over her taste buds and overpowered her nose but progress was made. The brown that had been on his heel washed away under her attention along with the greenish smudge near the ball at the top of his arch. She tried to keep her nose from rubbing against his gross sweaty toes but she couldn't. They drew her tears faster when she finally got to them.
The first lick made her jerk her head away to the left and make a puckered face. Sweat had soaked in deep and had dried with dirt and more sweat layered over it. Freya took another slurp, pressing as hard as she could to gather as much as would come off. Her ears perked up at the sound of his other boot slipping off, but she didn't dare stop. She may not have been able to make herself do it again.
Kneesocks pulled on a guy's cock next to her to help the whore out, but instead of white washing Biggs' foot, it sprayed over Freya's muzzle and one glob hit her eye. The demon leaned in over her and hissed into her ear not to dare stop. Scanty was next to the rat a moment later cupping her own cunt. Cum leaked out of her wet sex and was smeared onto their slut's chest. A finger trailed more sticky spunk up her neck and right into her other eye.
"Mmm... I think she likes seeing white, Kneesock. Good shot!" The demon polished her horn as Freya blinked and cried out loudly.
"You're right, Scanty, but I think she'll like our surprise better. Why don't you get them ready while Mr. Biggs gets his feet finished."
The demoness frowned, then huffed and spun about. While she wandered off, Freya struggled to take another lick. His feet weren't huge, but they were strong enough to make her body try to throw up each time.
A bit of spit drooled out of her mouth as she tried to handle his toe jam. Kneesocks scooped it up from the ground and tugged Freya's muzzle back. She held the fingers up with the brown tinted saliva on them. Four rapid hard slaps back and forth made the rat cringe from an expected fifth. The fingers were presented to her again and Freya sucked at the cool stuff quickly.
There were claps from around them from the men waiting their turn. Those who weren't busy fucking Evona were enjoying the show of a burmecian being used and degraded. The demon pulled boots off of the watchers and calms dribbled a bit of water from a pitcher over each foot, then scraped the soles of each foot with a dull knife. Dirt, sweat, and worse came off the feet, one by one, and she called out to Freya to make sure the rat knew what she was doing.
Freya's mouth sucked around Biggs' big toe with her throat swallowing constantly in an attempt to not let the sour rancid taste build up while she watched. Closing her eyes to block the sight didn't help as she knew it wouldn't go away. She could even hear the scraping sound.
There was a general murmur of disappointment when Kneesocks told the men she wouldn't have time to do ALL of them. They were welcome to watch, however, and as Freya slid her tongue into Biggs' toes on his other foot another man finally lifted her tail, crouched, and pushed roughly into her sex. She pushed back, surprising herself with how much she wanted it. The pleasure of non-violent rape at least offset the black mage's feet slightly.
Biggs pet her bare chest with his well licked right foot and teased her with the other. He pulled his toes away while she tried to catch them with her tongue and lips. Evona excused herself from the waiting clients and let Kneesocks add her feet to the brown water in the bowl. The exotic moogle dug out the small bit of gunk from between her cute toes and dipped her fingers into the water before scraping it off on the rim.
Freya watched her sniff it, then lick it while the demon pet her long ears in praise. Evona crouched next to the whore before making an exaggerated look across the street behind them. A familiar sound of claws scraping over rock made the nearly broken dragoon look up.
Scanty viciously yanked a dark scaled leashed feral lesser dragon away from a lump of food on the ground. At nearly sixteen feet long and half that as tall, it was a big beast and towered over the demoness. He was clearly male, as the thing flopping between his legs made it quite obvious that it couldn't be female. The dragon looked well fed and healthy and very much eager. Behind him, and bound to him by chains and collars around their necks, came a long file of other similar dragons. They were of many colors and they were all the type of dumb beasts Freya had hunted before joining up with Zidane. A horrible thought made her look away and Biggs' feet pulled her muzzle up to look at him.
"Our demons have gone to such lengths to make you break. I think you'll appreciate this as one of the last steps. All those dragons you've hunted and destroyed in the past... this will be just like paying them back for it." He looked to Evona as she toweled her cum leaking sex off. "I think leading them over in pairs would be most effective, wouldn't you, my dear?"
The moogle unclipped her own leash and tossed it aside. "Yes, The slut should enjoy their feet while they ride her." Evona held out her hand and Kneesocks stopped what she was doing. The demon, along with her sister, dug their fingers into the air and ripped a hole in the air next to the rabbit like woman. Evona pulled out a staff similar to Vivi's from the dimensional rift before it could close. "You're taking a lot more abuse than we expected." She crouched down to dab a bit of foot water over Freya's lips. "It's such a nice surprise that you didn't break after your friends left you with those goblins. This way we get to humiliate you and hurt you just that bit more. Too bad your friends will break free of the curse we put on them in a few days. They could have been more fun for our next toy."
Freya turned away, but that just made her see Biggs' feet or the waiting dragons. "Why?!"
She coughed as Biggs pushed his toes into her mouth again. "Because it amused us. Evona rather likes dragons as well, I suppose. They make such wonderful toys for her to play with. You're killing of so many of them made you a perfect target, even if she had to come from another world to do it."
Evona cupped Freya's breasts and squeezed roughly. "Dragons are so much better than you rats, you dragoons shouldn't go about killing them." She gestured to Scanty and the demon tugged the lead dragon over. "I think you'll enjoy showing how sorry you have become to them... and then we can finish breaking you into a nice foot slave eager to serve any animal that wants your worthless tongue."
The man in her cunt unloaded a moment before the dragon snapped at him and he hurried away. Kneesocks held the filthy bowl in her hands and watched him run, she pouted a bit that she couldn't get his feet added to it. Biggs tossed his boot over to her anyway and told her she had enough. Freya was nauseated, but not surprised, when the demon poured the footy mess into the boot.
A few of the other customers looked uncertainly at each other, unsure whether they wanted to see a dragon fucking a whore, the rest seemed quite interested. They stood well back as the beast flicked his tongue along Freya's moist well used cleft but they weren't going to miss a show. Especially when it was free.
The dragon's tongue was a rich pink in contrast to his dark black scales and it slid deep into the burmecian's pussy. He needed very little pushing to show interest in her, his sex starved hips hunched into the air to make his already full erection slap his belly. His long tongue slid back out longing for a better sampling with something else.
Biggs removed his foot from her mouth and gestured at the dragons again while the first awkwardly mounted her. The dragon's member was easily as wide as her leg and close to as long when fully erect, but Freya couldn't see that. She had seen it before semi-erect but with it out of sight, she worried about the one Kneesocks lead in front of her more. At least until the dragon poked his massive cocktip against her well used cunt.
Freya jerked her head around to see the massive belly and chest above her. His size sank in to her tired mind when he easily covered her entire body with his. He snarled at the other dragon before jamming his blunt glans against Freya's sex with a powerful thrust of his hips. That seven inch wide rod felt far too big to enter her body, but the dragon's simply pushed harder to force it in. The length bent a bit in the middle as he pushed harder still.
A whine escaped Freya's throat starting low and rapidly building into shriek. Her sex lips stretched further than they'd ever stretched and turned white as the blood was squeezed out of the taut flesh. The bones in her pelvis separated as though giving birth and she kept up the shriek until it turned to a sob. At last the enormous dragon dick popped inside and she felt a bit of pressure ease just a bit as the her lips clenched on the barely narrower girth behind his tip.
The dragon in front of her slid it's leathery ankle and foot under him to her muzzle at a touch of Evona's staff. His smelly rough skinned sole covered her muzzle completely and those around her all smiled at the reduced noise. All four toes on his foot squeezed around her head to hold her in place with her nose squished between two toes.
Freya couldn't scoot back, she couldn't push forward. Her head was stuck to the foot so she couldn't go anywhere. All she could do, was give in and with a fist punching the hard ground in frustration and pain, she took her first lick.
The foot felt gross to her tongue with the spoiled food and dirt mixed with whatever the dragon had walked on coating it. His sweat and natural musk added a pungent tang to the grime. She could only reach a few inches, but that was enough to sample it. There was a gritty texture to his dirt and it clung to her tongue as well as sand. She spit it out, but it just landed on his foot again.
His terrible flavor at least distracted her from the ache of stretching so wide between her legs. The crowd could see her groin bulge the further in he pushed. Much of the bottom of his tip was vaguely outlined and it pushed further in. There was no way the entire length would fit into the wide open dragoon, but they were cheering for it all to go in anyway. When his hips jerked out and the bulge vanished they laughed and Freya felt immense relief.
It was short lived, though, as he hunched right back in, deeper than before. Her inner muscles strained to push him out only to be forced to make room for it. The dragon's tail lashed about while he raped her, loving the feeling of such a tight pussy servicing his shaft. He sniffed deep, then growled at the stink of the other male and concentrated on his rutting. With her tight sex straining around his shaft, he didn't last long. Just two dozen cock jabs in and a few knocks on her womb door pushed him over. His hips wildly rammed against her womb but he didn't get in.
Jets of his semen did though, spraying powerfully against her inner ring when he pressed right against it. He dismounted just after he finished and Scanty led him off to the side. Evona's magic guided the next into place behind Freya and he quickly mounted up to continue her bestial servitude.
Freya slobbered harder over the other dragon's foot to keep from screaming. It was humiliating submitting to such stupid and very aromatic dragons, humiliating and painful. Disgusting too as she swallowed another load of foot filth. Her dragon had let go of her head but he kept his foot firmly in place.
Every lick cleaned away a streak of dirt and filled her mouth with more of his reptilian foot cheese. She choked it down without being told or warned what would happen if she didn't. After days of such force, the rat had given in to that requirement. His grit caught in her throat, but it was forced down anyway by the next. Each foot had long toes to work through as well as a longer and wider sole to work through.
Freya stared at the foot hopelessly while she worked. So much to cover and so many dragons with just as much to go. Swallowing another load she was glad of a break, no matter how brief, while the dragon switched feet. His foot again pressed to her face, and the one after that as well. The arches were the worst part of that dragon's feet. They were heavily coated in old cum and piss and unlike the rest of his foot, that touched the ground a lot as he walked, the arches were rarely scraped clean by grass and dirt.
Working through that brought her attention to the cock bulging along her belly through her pussy. He pumped her fast and had a much easier time than the first male. His dick was slightly thinner but that didn't make him any more pleasant to take. The dragon jammed it all the way to her cervix and his member worked hard to push through it. It was intensely painful on that most intimate ring. Even with the past penetration, having something that big hammering on it was agonizing.
He lasted longer than the first one as well as forcing himself deeper. She couldn't tell which was the worse dragon, but settled on concentrating on the one in her mouth as slightly less bad. His feet were nearly done despite the strong flavor each lick left behind in her mouth. Her tongue was dry after so much licking but knowing that Biggs' boot again waited for her made her glad of that.
A thrill of triumph, of sorts, hit her when the dragon was lead away by the other demon. That thrill died when she saw the dragon crouch and piss just a few feet away from her. Biggs pushed a bucket under the beast and she hung her head, again punching the ground in frustration at knowing they were going to make her degrade herself even further.
As though encouraged by the torrent of dark yellow liquid spraying out of the clean footed dragon's dick, the one raping her shot his own juice out. He lowered his muzzle to in front of her and hissed in pleasure to his release. Again Freya found herself receiving unwanted dragon seed into her body. Her womb hurt from his battery, but it had held his too big tip out while it was hosed off.
Another took his place just a few moments later and a sick squelching noise made her ears wilt further. Such a horribly disgusting sound that brought a few laughs made her feel worthless. She jerked her head up and stared at the pissing reptile when the new dragon dick slammed through her cervix on the first thrust. He was no bigger than the other two, but her ring of muscle finally gave up.
She let out a choking sob again, one that ended abruptly by Evona grabbing her head and dunking her into a bucket of freshly harvested dragon piss. The stuff burned her eyes and nostrils with the strength of the concentrated pungent bodily waste. Freya tried to suck in air and flailed hard to get her muzzle out. Letting up, the rabbit like moogle crouched down and watched the liquid dribble from her face.
"Drink up, Freya. I know you must be thirsty after licking those four enormous feet. Wouldn't want you to get a dry tongue before you can work on the next dragon! Worthless creatures or not, you're going to give them all a good cleaning, aren't you?" Evona dunked Freya's face into the piss again and held it there while her dragon worked his cock in. "If I don't see you swallowing and the level doesn't go down right now, you're not coming up until you pass out."
Freya swung her fist at the small furry woman, but it missed wide. She finally gave in and went limp. Her mouth sucked in the acrid mess and the rat gave them all the pleasure of seeing her swallow a load of fresh dragon piss. Evona watched her muzzle through the deep yellow fluid and nodded in approval at the O shape to Freya's lips as she sucked more in. The level went down a bit and at last she let go of her whore's head to let her breath.
The sound of Freya's coughing retch was muffled a bit by the dragon piss splattering onto the ground around her. Droplets clung to her fur briefly before falling after the rest had ran down her nearly bare body. She looked stupidly at it, her cunt still being pounded with the massive dragon dick, then at the next dragon's feet standing in a bit of the mess.
"You'll be getting your mouth moistened after every dragon... She's so generous." Kneesocks crouched next to her, holding her nose from the smell. "You'd better thank her. Biggs wanted you to have to do them all without anything to drink but his boot." She set the boot down next to the rat. "It's so nice and footy." The demoness reached up to rub the big rutting male over them both. "When he's done, you can have a nice sip."
With that she scurried back and Freya found the next dragon's foot pressed to her face. Like the first it had rough soles and it too had the same debris from the city stuck to the bottom. His musk was stronger, though, and the acidic tang of the previous beast's waste tainted the already foul flavor. A tarry scum on the base from something sticky made her spend longer in a few areas. She didn't even hate it anymore.
Dragging her tongue over the smelly soles while her body rocked and bounced from an unwanted male raping her. Her cunt had gone somewhat numb from the wide stretching, but she couldn't ignore the feeling of his shaft bulging through her belly. He bumped her ribs deep inside with the agony of her cervix forced so wide a dull burning backdrop.
Inside her stomach the piss she'd drank churned and mixed with the foot scum already in it. Nausea welled up but she didn't stop dragging her tongue along the dragon's dirty arches or in between his toes. Freya swallowed every couple licks, then went back for more. She dug under and around his toe claws to try to take a bit longer with the fear of Biggs' Boot and the bucket of water spurring her both faster and slower at the same time.
In the background she heard another torrent of pee splattering onto the ground and another bucket scraping along as it was pushed in to catch it. Tears ran down her cheeks but she stared at the feet and barely blinked. Her tail stayed off to the side to make it easier for the dragon to rut her and one hand gripped the foot she serviced until it pulled away and was replaced with the next.
Freya hated that she made it so easy for them, but she needed it to end. Needed the abuse to stop as soon as possible. Her lips wrapped around another fresh toe and the burmecian forced any thoughts out of her mind to just do it. Both eyes stung from trickles of piss that had gotten into the fur around them but she ignored that to keep at it.
Watching with arms crossed under her small breasts, Evona watched with a satisfied smirk. Freya's cunt sucked louder at the cock jamming in with a wet slurping noise when the beast raping her sped to his climax. The rat was nearly broken, just a few more dragons and she figure Freya would be a limp rag doll for her to share with Biggs.
Feeling her womb flooded directly made Freya shake her head no, weakly, but the foot insistently pushed back to her muzzle. Scanty knelt next to her and Kneesocks on the other side as the pulsing member pulsed inside. Both demons grabbed her ears with one hand and took hold of the boot with the other. They watched their whore's belly swell with close to half pint of cum before each whispered into her ear.
"As soon as you finish that foot you get to have a nice drink and shower." The demons licked into each ear then pulled on both to make her press harder to the big dragon foot.
Freya's cunt stayed open with her lips puckered outward as soon as her rider yanked out. She tried to slow down on the foot but Kneesocks simply pulled the smelly thing away from her. Before the next dragon could mount up, she lifted the boot and poured some of the brown foot cheese tainted water over Freya's back and head. Scanty snatched the boot away before TOO much could be spilled and pressed the rim to Freya's mouth just as the next dragon stepped over them.
A strong stench wafted from the rat's fur as well as from the boot. It was tilted up and their captive's tear blurred gaze followed the toe. She heard the sloshing of the remaining water and opened her mouth before she could stop herself. So many feet and boots from before helped her to not throw up. It was worse than the dragon's golden waste in its own way and a horrible feeling of gratitude welled up when the demon tilted it further to make her guzzle it down rather than taking it slowly.
Freya's insides rumbled loudly and when the dragon punched his full erection through her overused and overstretched cunt, she threw up a torrent of liquid and brown sludge. Her muzzle was wiped clean with a rag, and she found herself staring into the bucket of piss once more. She just stared at herself in it. Face fur matted and discolored in places from dirt and worse. After a moment's hesitation, but before the demoness could touch her head, she pressed her lips to the waste and sucked it up.
She coughed a moment later but didn't pull away. The dragon fucking her from behind re-entered her womb with his much too big cock, rocking her deeper into it and she just swallowed more. Her mind was blank with the pain in her middle and concentrated salty piss in her mouth. Endless sexual servitude made her ignore the semen squirting out of her overfilled pussy on the noises of his grunts and pleasure and dominance. She swallowed again and found the bucket pulled away and replaced by the other dragon's next foot.
Freya tiredly slathered her tongue over the ball and down the arch to suck at the heel. Fighting had done nothing for her, it had just made it take longer and hurt worse. The cheese on the dragon's feet left a horrible taste in her mouth, worse still with the extra piss and previous feet she'd sucked and licked. As she drug her tongue along the dragon's sole and up gathering jam between between his toes the painful rape continued.
A handsome red dragon let his shaft work her steadily. He was more patient with his attention than the others. Since she was looser for him than those who'd fucked her already, he didn't have the problem of too much friction. Her insides had already surrendered to the invader. Even being slightly wider than the others before him didn't make it any tighter. Freya's inner muscles yielded easily, though her womb did take three battering jabs before it too let him in.
Unlike the others he turned his head to the side and watched her lick over the other male's feet. His hips pumped slower to enjoy the bitch more and when the other dragon pulled away he put his own foreleg up to her face, wanting it licked too. He had to work his wings to steady himself, but that was nothing. Having her tongue stick out without a delay to slide over his smelly claws was more than reward enough.
Scanty looked up at him in mild annoyance, then shrugged and pulled the well cleaned dragon a bit closer. A hand on his cock and a tug and the male did as he'd been trained to do. The beast let out a powerful jet of piss that sprayed over Freya's chest and neck and also bathed the other male's belly. She loved the look of surprise on their toy's face but was disappointed when it faded to dull resignation a moment later.
Biggs and Evona exchanged a glance and smiled. Where Freya would have at least made some noise of protest before, she just accepted it. She was broken or as close to it as to be broken. The moogle and black mage both took a a dragon and when Scanty's beast emptied its bladder they added two streams to take its place. Freya simply kept licking, responding to the shower only by a shiver until the enormous foot was licked clean.
Evona bent next to the tired burmecian, "Do you like worshiping dragon feet and drinking their piss?" She pinched the rat's nipple hard without giving her time to say anything in response. "Say yes."
Freya's muzzle trembled but she stared at the bucket as it was scooted closer again. Dragon piss tickled as it trickled through her fur. Her cunt weakly clenched around the massive maleness invading her and her head hung limp when that shaft swelled and sprayed it's cum into her already sticky womb. What would saying a word hurt compared to the woman doing something else to her.
The bucked of cooling feral dragon piss held her gaze as she gave in. "Yes."
"Yes what?" Evona pet her head like a good dog as the dragon dismounted.
"Yes..." Freya's voice cracked and a sob escaped when the next animal stepped over her. Even before it's erection jammed into her she was breathing hard and heavy as though it was already using her. "I like worshiping dragon feet and DRINKING THEIR PISS!"
Her abusers laughed at the emphasis at the end. She took him well enough for her relative size. The blue beast didn't have to fight at all to force it in. Freya flinched when he roared but hung her head again when he too used her like the others.
Biggs crouched next to her, suddenly and smiled. "You should take another drink to show how much you enjoy it." He struck her muzzle, lightly, with his staff just below her eye. "And push your hips back, you need to show how much you like being fucked by them!"
Everyone watched the chained, raped, and abused woman. She stared at the waste waiting for her, rocking again from the dragon using her to vent its lust, then dipped her head without needing to be pushed or even reacting to being struck. Her cheeks sank in a bit as she sucked then her throat pulsed as she swallowed. Four times she swallowed a mouthful, each time lifting her head up to gag before pushing her muzzle back into the bucket for more.
There were fresh tears on her face as she stopped, drool running out of her mouth as it tried to wash the acidic piss out. Freya didn't look at anyone. She didn't push back either, however. The dragon raping her sore stretched out pussy didn't mind at all, its simple mind was happy with her yielding womanhood dragging along it's dick with such delightful twitching and clenching against him.
Kneesocks opened her mouth but Evona silenced her with a glare. After several seconds, Freya at last pushed herself back against the shaft invading her. Her head hung limply, bouncing in time to their join. They had finally broken the rat. Biggs nodded to Evona and she pulled Freya's muzzle up with a finger under her chin.
"Good, dragon toy. You're going to be spending a long time with these and other dragons. Every foot will be your favorite treat. Every dick your favorite toy. You're going to be their stinking cum rag, soaking up all their sexual leavings... and you'll do double duty as their urinal too." She again pet Freya like an animal. "Of course, you'll have some time away from them. My feet will be a nice treat and I'm sure Biggs and many others will enjoy you. Of course, you'll need to be hosed off for public use." The rabbit like moogle stood away from her and spoke to the demons. "Tie her to one of them and be sure to keep him erect. She'll keep him happy on the way back."
Freya stared, dull eyed, at the dragon's belly as she was forced to belly ride it just as she had ridden the chocobo. His erection was more filling and his scales harder, but it was just as unpleasant for her. Worse, she felt her body reacting at last to the sexual use. An orgasm built steadily as she was carried off. Reeking of piss, belly rumbling with nausea from its contents, mouth tasting of foot cheese and dirt, Freya found herself welcoming the pleasure. It gave her a chance to forget what had happened and what she had to look forward to, even if just for a few seconds.
*****
A smile was plastered on the rat's face as she was dumped back into the dragon's den. Her cunt was tight again and dribbling cum. Her mouth will filled with the flavor of stale sweat and sour foot cheese. Her fur was matted, but the potions had made the pain she'd been through fade, until they decided to do it again.
After four years, Freya looked forward to the dragon dicks that would force her open every night. She looked forward to eating from their dirty feet and sleeping, bound in place for them to mount at will. The long session with Evona's guests and their mounts had left her exhausted and nauseated.
A dragon perked her head up when she saw Freya crawling along the floor and lifted it's large foot up. The rat hurried over to suck a toe into her mouth and lick it clean. After three toes, her clit was stiff and her tail lifted high in invitation.
Freya eyed the bondage bed, and the dirty socks that covered it, as she worked. Sleep would have to wait again. She had to make some beautifully smelly dragon feet happy first. She was a good pet. She was a happy pet and loved to wash feet with her mouth. She was broken deep inside and oh so happy when another dragon's dick pressed to her pussy and forced its way in. She came just minutes after with her tongue coated in bestial foot cheese.