The quiet hum of the Mercedes provided a much-needed relief from hours of blasting dance music. From inside the boot, Katie heard the two lovers discuss something as they left the club and began walking together but was unable to make out much of what was said other than ample amounts of shouts and giggle from Priya’s mouth. Now, way up above, Priya was gently humming along to some song playing softly on the radio. Katie felt “her” foot slowly apply pressure and release almost rhythmically, as the foot operated the gas pedal. Unlike footsteps, this movement proved to be almost therapeutic, like some sort of bizarre, sensual body massage. Occasionally the noise of the engine would quiet down and the boot would shift to the left and press down somewhat harder. While stopped, the foot gently scrunched and relaxed over and over and gently caressed the plastic sole. After the torturous night in the boot, for the first time ever Katie wanted to genuinely thank Priya for what she was doing. The sensual movement of her foot was different than anything she had experienced before, almost as if Priya was consciously thinking about her again and wanting her to feel good. Or, then again, maybe her foot just ached. Maybe she wasn’t thinking about the movement of her foot at all. There was no way to tell, really, but it was almost pleasurable, nonetheless.

The drive seemed to be longer in duration than earlier. Katie was so caught up in this moment of relative serenity that she wished they were driving to the state line. Although she was never able to fall asleep, or lose consciousness, she was in a zen-like state of mind… which, of course, was snapped away from her abruptly as she heard the car shut off, keys jingle, and the boot begin to shift around. Just a passenger on her body, Priya was always in control, and seemed to have a terrible habit of never, ever giving Katie an extended moment of peace, and keeping her in her forever hell.

Immediately, the foot began pounding into the ground once again. Katie was in mental anguish, mentally. There was a bit of hurry in her step. Priya’s voice greeted the familiar voice from earlier, her date, Jeremy. The sound of a door opening could be heard, followed by a few more steps into the house. The two murmured and stumbled around a bit. They were still slightly tipsy and probably shouldn’t have been driving.

After a few more moments of playful, unintelligible conversation above, the weight of the body above lifted off Katie, followed once again by the earth-shattering rumble of the boot’s zipper being yanked down. The sole of the boot pulled away from her view, followed by the same suction-like “thwock” sensation from the bathroom before. Priya had removed her right boot.

“I am so sorry, I really need to give my feet a rest. These boots were a bad idea and my feet have been sweating all night!” She proceeded to remove her left foot and slammed both feet into the cold tile floor below, then leaned forward in her chair, using her hands to gently rub both soles.

 Katie did not recognize the floor tile, and she had grown very acquainted with the floors in Priya’s house, as Priya usually walked through her house barefoot. Her suspicion was correct, she had gone to Jeremy’s house. They were probably going to fuck.

A pungent aroma of vinegar and body odor radiated from Priya’s clearly sweaty and beat up feet. Jeremy took quick notice of them. He had a raging foot phobia, and scanning Priya’s feet, they were gross yet beautiful. Like most men, he was willing to pit up with them if it meant getting in her pants!

“Jeremy, can you PLEASE rub my feet? They need it!”, Priya expected him to do anything for her, most people did. In truth, they weren’t hurting that bad anymore, she was just tired of how much they were sweating in Amara’s boots. However, this man was so handsome and sexy, she was eager to test his limits.

“… Um… Ok. Here, let’s go over to the couch.” The two walked over to a large sofa in front of a massive television. Jeremy instructed Priya to lie down on the couch and he took a seat at the end where her feet were resting.

Katie whipped through the air as the legs above her whipped into position. No longer looking at the floor, she had a limited view of Jeremy’s living quarters. Like Priya, he appeared to be well off, with fancy decorations and expensive electronics everywhere. His face came into Katie’s view. He appeared to be in his late 20’s, dark complexion, chiseled jaw, well-manicured beard… “I… guess I’ll start like this.”, he spoke. Deep voice, too. The whole package. She lifted her legs up, allowing for him to sit down. Then, grabbing her right leg, he brought her right foot up to his face.

“You’ve got a girl who would never have a chance with you in your hand, for starters,” thought Katie. She wondered if he had worked for the life he has, or if, like Priya, it was inherited from his family. “I bet you didn’t bust your ass your whole life like I did,”, she added to her internal speech.

Jeremy was constantly fighting a gag reflex as he examined Priya’s sole intently, trying to mask the alarm bells going off in his mind. Although somewhat battered from the long night in those boots, her soles were long, shapely, curvy, and had a high arch. Her toes were long, with her big toe having a notably long and wide girth to it. A layer of drying sweat coated them, which of course he did not mind. And the smell… it permeated his senses… it was awful.

Priya smirked at how enamored Jeremy apparently was with her feet. “Well? Are you going to give me a massage or just look at them?”, she prodded, playfully.

“Sorry! I zoned out for a moment there!”, Jeremy responded, attempting to save face.

“Most people can’t stand the smell of my feet”, Priya teased. Thinking of Katie, locked in her foot prison, she felt a thrill of pleasure, at knowing that she hated it. She was fairly confident that he had a foot phobia as well!

Jeremy played both hands around her right foot and began kneading her sole with his thumbs, visibly wincing at the smell. Starting with the big toe, he began making his way down toward the heel.

Katie observed the man’s two giant hands reach above her field of vision and begin manipulating the flesh above her. The sole twitched in response. The giant thumbs descended lower until they were just above Katie’s head.  He paused. The thumbs pulled away, replaced with giant fingertips, which began rapidly gently caressing Katie’s entire form. He was tickling her foot. This was the first time the foot had been tickled since being a part of it, and it felt, to Katie, surprisingly wonderful. The rapid sensual touch from a beautiful man way out of her league was making her horny, and although there was nothing that could be done about it, she did not want this sensation to stop. But of course –

“Stop it!”, Priya shouted. “Do it right!” Kicking her foot away from his grip, it gently careened into his face and caressed his cheek. His coarse stubble scraped across Katie, which hurt somewhat, but also made her yearn to be able to switch places with Priya.

“Alright, fine, sorry.”, Jeremy replied. He acted ashamed, but he knew what he was doing. Both his hands clasped Priya’s right foot again and the kneading resumed.

Both thumbs were placed directly onto Katie, and they pressed down – hard. Unexpectedly, this created waves of intense pain shooting into her. She screamed for him to stop, albeit mentally.

“Ooh, yes. That spot. Right there!”, Priya cooed. “That feels so good, continue doing that.”

Jeremy continued to knead the upper center of Priya’s right sole as she requested, gradually applying more pressure over the course of several minutes. Katie was in total agony and couldn’t comprehend why this was hurting so significantly more than other contact she had endured. Apparently, she absorbed most of the pain from the foot itself… somehow this massage was channeling all feeling into her? She wondered if Priya thought she was doing her captor a favor… or again, if she was even thinking about her at all.

The massaging hit the ten-minute mark and Priya was beginning to get bored with it. Jeremy released his grip from her right foot and diverted his attention to her left foot. Her right foot came to rest in his lap, resting on something hard protruding up through his pants. His erection. Priya smirked as her suspicion was confirmed, he did indeed have a foot fetish. She was going to have some fun with it. Pressing her foot down onto it, she caressed it through the pant material as he worked on her left foot.

The pants material rubbed harshly against Katie, creating heat and friction. As pressure was applied to the foot, she was able to feel the cushiony give of the hardening shaft below. Inexplicably turned on by the situation, Katie began to feel like she was a part of this, almost as if her and Priya were a team and their goal was to satisfy this man. “Come on, Priya, let’s work it, let’s rub this cock!”, she thought.

Priya moved her foot to the waistband of Jeremy’s pants and started playfully inserting it underneath. Using her long, slender toes, she wiggled them, attempting to reach for Jeremy’s shaft.

Katie slid around on the man’s hot skin, being shoved deeper into the darkness. A musky, salty smell was emitting from deep within his boxers.

Both women were filled with anticipation, and Jeremy knew what to do next. Without missing a beat, he continued to massage her left foot with his right hand and undid his pants with his left hand. His left hand pulled out his hardening member.

Instinctively, Priya placed her sole on top of it and began rubbing.

The hot, sticky, elastic skin of the underside of his shaft pressed into Katie. She wished she had a mouth and arms to touch it but could only passively enjoy it. At least she still had her senses. The skin stayed in place below her as the foot maneuvered up and down. The skin finally became taut as the cock reached full hardness. Lost in the moment. Katie felt like she was fucking Jeremy. “Yes, don’t stop Priya… don’t stop.”

Done messing around, he discontinued the massage and used both hands to point his hard member vertically. Muttering an impressed sounding “wow”, she pulled her feet away, inadvertently giving Katie a full view of it. It was certainly much bigger than anything Katie had been with in her life. She placed her right foot vertically parallel to it. “My feet are still bigger though!”

“Not by much!”, Jeremy retorted.

Priya placed both soles around his shaft and began pumping. It wasn’t particularly enjoyable to her, but she wanted to please him as a thank you.

Katie, on the other hand, was fully embracing the situation. She wanted to make him cum more than anything. She assumed Priya wanted the same. That they were working together. The pumps accelerated faster and faster. Any minute now.

Jeremy stopped her. “Let’s take this into the bedroom.” Priya nodded in agreement.

“What?? No!! What the fuck!”, thought Katie. She was removed from the giant cock and slammed into the cold floor once more. The two romped quickly to his bedroom. The sound of Jeremy stumbling around tearing off his clothes could be heard in between Priya hopping around, desperately trying to undress herself as fast as possible. The tight shorts and black lacy underwear, which felt like days since Katie had seen them before, slipped past her. “Her” foot was used to kick them away. Back to hell for poor Katie!

Both now fully naked, Priya embraced Jeremy and they tumbled onto his kind sized mattress and began furiously and passionately going at it. Priya climbed on top and proceeded to ride Jeremy with her legs folded behind her with her feet facing up.

Just moments ago, Katie felt like she was part of the action, like they were a team, and she mattered, even a little. Now, once again Priya’s plump, beautiful ass was bouncing up and down above her, a harsh reminder of her place in the world. The bouncing grew more intense, as the ground below Katie began bouncing as well, the springs of the mattress squeaking and groaning loudly, her round ass jiggling harder and harder. Katie wondered what unimaginable pleasure Priya must be feeling, taking this beautiful man’s giant cock. Priya emitted obnoxious uncontrolled moans of ecstasy, as if answering Katie’s question. Wallowing in self pity, Katie knew she would never feel that joy again.

The bouncing came to a halt and the two furiously flipped around. Priya laid on her back, legs in air. Jeremy assumed the missionary position and began pounding away. The intense pounding, bouncing, mattress squeaking, and moaning continued.

Katie was now being swung through the air, giving a chance to examine the surroundings once again. This bed had several mirrors around it. One above, another at the headrest and footboard. She heard Priya shriek. Her legs pointed straight up. Through the reflection on the ceiling, she saw the beautiful intertwined bodies of the two lovers going at it. Then, something else dawned on her – she could see herself. Or, her foot self. This was the first time she had seen her reflection in her new form. Her heart sank. She realized how separated she was from the act of passion being committed below her.

Suddenly both legs came slamming down into the mattress. Her feet were now just inches from the mirror situated on the bed’s footboard. Katie stared intently at herself, now able to see every detail of Priya’s foot clearly.  There was no visible trace of her. Only brown-ish pink sweaty, plump flesh. Her mind drifted away from the current action happening completely as she thought about her past life, her friends, her family… what had she done to deserve this cruel fate?

Priya let out one final ear shattering squeal and scrunched her toes, snapping Katie out of her thought bubble and back to her hellish reality. Involuntarily contorting and shifting from the ecstasy of her incredible orgasm, Priya slammed her foot into the mirror on the baseboard, rubbing Katie’s face in her own misery as she experienced overwhelming pleasure.

Apparently having incredible stamina, Jeremy was not yet done. He hopped off the bed and stood at the side, pulling Priya’s feet to his still hard cock once again. The two feet furiously worked to finish him off.

“Ohh yes, keep going, I’m gonna cum.”

Upon reaching his climax, Priya cupped her feet at the end of his cock to catch all his cum.

The head of the huge member aimed directly and Katie and unloaded. The hot cum smacked into her like a firehose and assaulted her senses with its heat, taste, and smell. Two… three… four.. five… six.. seven bursts. They kept coming until Priya’s soles were completely coated. Priya rubbed her soles together to spread his seed more evenly. Katie felt herself rolling through layers of hot semen as she slid across the surface of Priya’s other sole.

The two lovers collapsed back onto the bed and embraced each other, catching their breath and releasing sighs of incredible relief. They continued to talk sweet nothings to each other for a while before gentle dozing off into a wonderful sleep.

Katie was facing her reflection in the footboard mirror once again. Now violated and coated with a giant man’s drying cum, she somehow felt lower than ever before. She couldn’t believe that moments earlier she was stupid enough to believe Priya was treating her like part of the action. She would be forced to stare at her own reflection until morning while the lovers slept soundly.