Clean the Kitchen

Emma walked over to the refrigerator. She took out a plate covered in aluminum foil. She put it on the counter and removed the foil. There was about 16 inches of a gray meat. "This is pate de foie gras," said Emma. "I think it may be past it's prime. She picked up the plate and turned it over. The pate fell, splattering on the floor. "Lick it up, and tell me if it's still good."

Belle looked down at the mess on the floor. It looked disgusting.

Emma walked over and grabbed Belle by the back of the neck. She was surprisingly strong as she **** Belle down to her knees then forcing her face down over the duck liver. "I...said...lick it up!"

"Yes, ma'am," muttered Belle. Belle started licking the foie gras up off of the floor. She had never had _foie gras _before and was not sure what it should taste like and if this was good for bad. She kept going, slowly, but surely.

Emma put her boot on the back of Belle's head an **** the maid's face into the mess, so Belle was licking the floor. Belle kept going, the boot on her head, trying not to gag. She made it about half way through, and the urge to gag and spit up the foie gras was growing. Belle would eat a mouthful then lick the floor. She had no idea how clean the floor was with Emma and who knows who else walking on it all day. She started to feel sick.