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Re: A Hole in the Ground (ToC PvP Arena)
"Ahaha! You actually did it! What a craven little boy you are! But I guess at least you're finally starting to understand the position you're in~" Anthea's grin spread from ear to ear as she surveyed Iordain. At that very moment the feminine boy was a piece of fine artwork. The tears beginning to roll down his flushed cheeks. Those feminine little cock-sucking lips of his opening up coyly to deliver the most half-hearted bark the witch had ever heard. The feeling of his hips involuntarily shifting under her foot. Anthea had never felt so wonderful before! Her heart seemed to be trying to burst from excitement, and butterflies were flitting about her stomach.
She raised her hand in a non-attempt to cover her mouth, and her other hand moved between her unimpressive breasts as if to calm her raging heart. She could barely contain herself. She wanted to hurt him so much more! To make him squeal and suffer until he was begging at her feet. But how? She could just step down on his balls right there and then, until she felt one give way under the relentless force of her modest weight. That would surely coax more tears from the sensitive boy. It'd surely be the quickest way to sate her desire. That seemed so lacking in artfulness though. Why even offer the game if she was just going to brutalize him like that dumb cow-titted vampire anyway? No, it would be sweeter if he humiliated himself. Better if she could torment him to a point where he'd prostrate himself before her and beg for her mercy with nary a word needed from her. It only made sense that it would be the goal and challenge she set for herself in her game.
"A foot is more than enough for a perverted dog like you, right?" Anthea began to pay more attention to her footwork. She would go softly at first, both in her torture of him and his treatment in general. Let him gradually grow comfortable and she'd tease him further into obedience, one small jump at a time, with her wrath constantly hanging over his head for his failures. Her efforts on his dick weren't graceful or novel by any stretch, but they were mercifully consistent. She offered Iordain's virgin rod enough pressure and enough attention at a predictable enough pace to steadily bring him through the various plateaus of pleasure on his way to an eventual orgasm. And all the while, she tormented him for every inadvertent physical reaction to it. "You ought to share some of the pride in that tiny little brain of yours with your littler brain! At this rate you're going to cum all over my sock."
"Answer me truthfully," she commanded, holding up her fingers again to ensure that Iordain knew that avoiding the questions that accompanied the efforts of her foot wasn't an option. "Once you get past all the terror, does it feel nice? Would you actually cum just from this if I kept it up enough? Doesn't that make you feel like such a disgusting pervert? The thought that you might cum from being stepped on by a cute girl who's done nothing but insult, hurt, and threaten you seems like it'd be enough to make your little guy go soft, but instead it's completely the opposite!" Anthea's genuinely inquisitive nature shined through for a moment, and even though her questions were pointedly insulting she was asking out of a desire to learn rather than an attempt to lead him into more insults.
She would continue the same, regardless of how he answered, by lavishing more pleasant attention on his cock while ranting aloud. "I don't understand boys at all. It's like none of you have any sense of self preservation! The slightest chance of getting to do anything with your dicks and you're ready to go, even if you've got a gun to your faces. I can't even imagine being that weak. Let alone understand what kind of hardcore masochism it takes to be aroused at being raped." But any hope that might spring that she'd gone soft due to her curiosity and forgotten about their game or her desire to torture the feminine male would wither and die before it could fully bloom. While her efforts were initially geared toward bringing Iordain's virgin body to a relatively quick release and she would continue them nearly to the precipice of that goal, as soon as he came close to it and started to show the telltale signs she would simply stop and pull her foot away from him with a knowing grin.
"Uh-uh! You don't get to cum! Not until I permit it! In fact, if you do cum early I'll count it as a strike against you. You'd better warn me whenever you get close and hold it as hard as you can until you earn good boy privileges, if only for your own sake!" She giggled as she taunted Iordain with her three fingers held high in the air again while stepping backward away from the supine boy. "Don't think that you get to rest though! You've done more than enough lazing around while I did all the work! Come over here and lick my feet like a good dog while I wait for that sensitive little clit of yours to calm down, and then we'll get started on part two." Anthea would point down at her precum-stained sock with the same three fingers up, her other hand on her hip as she waited for Iordain to follow her latest order. She was curious to see if Iordain would still be cowed after her earlier questioning of his pride and bravery. Whatever his reaction though, she was sure that at least she'd have fun.
"Ahaha! You actually did it! What a craven little boy you are! But I guess at least you're finally starting to understand the position you're in~" Anthea's grin spread from ear to ear as she surveyed Iordain. At that very moment the feminine boy was a piece of fine artwork. The tears beginning to roll down his flushed cheeks. Those feminine little cock-sucking lips of his opening up coyly to deliver the most half-hearted bark the witch had ever heard. The feeling of his hips involuntarily shifting under her foot. Anthea had never felt so wonderful before! Her heart seemed to be trying to burst from excitement, and butterflies were flitting about her stomach.
She raised her hand in a non-attempt to cover her mouth, and her other hand moved between her unimpressive breasts as if to calm her raging heart. She could barely contain herself. She wanted to hurt him so much more! To make him squeal and suffer until he was begging at her feet. But how? She could just step down on his balls right there and then, until she felt one give way under the relentless force of her modest weight. That would surely coax more tears from the sensitive boy. It'd surely be the quickest way to sate her desire. That seemed so lacking in artfulness though. Why even offer the game if she was just going to brutalize him like that dumb cow-titted vampire anyway? No, it would be sweeter if he humiliated himself. Better if she could torment him to a point where he'd prostrate himself before her and beg for her mercy with nary a word needed from her. It only made sense that it would be the goal and challenge she set for herself in her game.
"A foot is more than enough for a perverted dog like you, right?" Anthea began to pay more attention to her footwork. She would go softly at first, both in her torture of him and his treatment in general. Let him gradually grow comfortable and she'd tease him further into obedience, one small jump at a time, with her wrath constantly hanging over his head for his failures. Her efforts on his dick weren't graceful or novel by any stretch, but they were mercifully consistent. She offered Iordain's virgin rod enough pressure and enough attention at a predictable enough pace to steadily bring him through the various plateaus of pleasure on his way to an eventual orgasm. And all the while, she tormented him for every inadvertent physical reaction to it. "You ought to share some of the pride in that tiny little brain of yours with your littler brain! At this rate you're going to cum all over my sock."
"Answer me truthfully," she commanded, holding up her fingers again to ensure that Iordain knew that avoiding the questions that accompanied the efforts of her foot wasn't an option. "Once you get past all the terror, does it feel nice? Would you actually cum just from this if I kept it up enough? Doesn't that make you feel like such a disgusting pervert? The thought that you might cum from being stepped on by a cute girl who's done nothing but insult, hurt, and threaten you seems like it'd be enough to make your little guy go soft, but instead it's completely the opposite!" Anthea's genuinely inquisitive nature shined through for a moment, and even though her questions were pointedly insulting she was asking out of a desire to learn rather than an attempt to lead him into more insults.
She would continue the same, regardless of how he answered, by lavishing more pleasant attention on his cock while ranting aloud. "I don't understand boys at all. It's like none of you have any sense of self preservation! The slightest chance of getting to do anything with your dicks and you're ready to go, even if you've got a gun to your faces. I can't even imagine being that weak. Let alone understand what kind of hardcore masochism it takes to be aroused at being raped." But any hope that might spring that she'd gone soft due to her curiosity and forgotten about their game or her desire to torture the feminine male would wither and die before it could fully bloom. While her efforts were initially geared toward bringing Iordain's virgin body to a relatively quick release and she would continue them nearly to the precipice of that goal, as soon as he came close to it and started to show the telltale signs she would simply stop and pull her foot away from him with a knowing grin.
"Uh-uh! You don't get to cum! Not until I permit it! In fact, if you do cum early I'll count it as a strike against you. You'd better warn me whenever you get close and hold it as hard as you can until you earn good boy privileges, if only for your own sake!" She giggled as she taunted Iordain with her three fingers held high in the air again while stepping backward away from the supine boy. "Don't think that you get to rest though! You've done more than enough lazing around while I did all the work! Come over here and lick my feet like a good dog while I wait for that sensitive little clit of yours to calm down, and then we'll get started on part two." Anthea would point down at her precum-stained sock with the same three fingers up, her other hand on her hip as she waited for Iordain to follow her latest order. She was curious to see if Iordain would still be cowed after her earlier questioning of his pride and bravery. Whatever his reaction though, she was sure that at least she'd have fun.