Struggle

You try to squirm your way out of your **** position, but it is to no avail. Seeing you try to escape, Amy grins at your failure.

"I knew you would try something. Very well, we'll do it your way then." She then folds you onto your stomach, and mounts you. She places your arms around her legs, and sticks her feet directly into your face. You kick and scream as you begin to smell her disgusting feet invading your senses. You feel her eyes gloating at you as you struggle to escape her hold. In a last ditch effort you thrust your arm in an attempt to free it, but Amy sees this coming. She reajusts herself so that your arm is back in place, and holds both of them together. She then yanks you sideways, and holds you in a more painful version of the hold she just had on you. To add emphasis to your embarrassment she smacks your ass and says "good try bitch."

Now you are truly in a hopeless position. You start to feel excruciating pain in your shoulders as Amy pulls them further back. Finally, you cant take it anymore, and begin to beg for mercy.

"Please let me go amy! You are better than me, I admit it! Just please don't hurt me!" You whine to her.

"Youre going to have to do much more than you were going to do when you had your chance before, sweetheart. I cant let such a slight go unpunished."

"Fine! Just let me go Im begging you!" Your words leave your lips and Amy releases her hold on you. You massage your body in pain and your stomach drops as you realize what you just agreed to: a full surrender to your bitter enemy. What awful fate does she have in store for you?

The crowd erupts in chants of Amy's name as she circles the ring in triumph. Then, she turns towards you, with a sinister look on her face.

"I have the perfect plan for a loser like you. Im sure you remember David? Well, Im going to **** you out with my feet in front of him, and when youve passed out from the taste of my salty feet, Im going to leave with him, and you will come to our room tonight. I will tell you what you have to do then. But for now" and before you can react, Amy shoves her feet into your face, causing an instant reaction of disgust within you. However, this does not last long, as you quickly succumb to her blocking any form of breath, and crumble to the floor.

...

You make your way to your bitter rivals hotel room, and knock on her door nervously. Youve already had time to read the news headlines: rookie wrestler Andrea humiliated by her rival Amy. You are almost too dejected to show your face in public. Amy answers the door, and leads you into her bedroom. Inside David is waiting, with his pants around his ankles on the bed.

"Your former boyfriend thought it was so hot what i did to you the other day, i told him i would do it again for him. I told you I wasnt done with you, now come here bitch!"

You yelp in fear as Amy easily grapples you onto the floor and pins you down. You can hardly fight back against her, and decide to play along in the hopes it will get you out faster. It is cowardly and you hate that, but you hate her even more, and you just want to never have to see her or her disgusting feet again. But that is not your fate. Instead, you find yourself staring down at her toes while her ass pushes you into them. Or your mounted from the back and made to suffocate between her soles while she sweet talks David. Or any number of humiliating ways Amy can totally dominate you in front of your former boyfriend, the better for her. You hate that the closest you can get to being with a guy you loved is by watching Amy get to be fucked by him while you have to stare at her toes from behind. This cycle of **** continues for weeks, and then months, and pretty soon you are longing for the feeling you rivals dirty feet give you, because the humiliation has become the only pleasure you can gain. You beg for Amy to let you gag on her toes, with which she always laughs at you and obliges.

"Look at how low youve become, Andrea. I can't believe you ever thought we were equals. Youre really just nothing but dirt beneath my feet. Speaking of which..." and she nudges your cheek with her foot, indicating to you to perform your favorite activity: worshipping mistresses feet.

-ENDING: Endless cycle-