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A VP, Part 8, Final Part

by Marla

I

Sweet, succulent sustenance! Warm, washing waves! Everything became light. Pain no longer disturbed my solace.

A voice called out my name. It urged me away from my relief. A mother summoning her sleeping child would have been less bothersome!

“No, just a little while longer,” I chewed.
“Enough, little one, come back to me,” said the voice.

We exchanged repeatedly, the voice and I, until an insurmountable weight upon my head toppled me backwards. Suddenly, everything became darkness except for the mingling of light and moving shadows.

-
II

I heard both the twinkling and scraping of metal. Then, a metallic creak ensued and ceased. I turned my head and beheld the feet of my master. She lifted her toes and wiggled them at me. Their tops bore exotic tans and violaceous lacquers. The tunnel had dirtied their plushy pads.
“Shawna,” I smiled dazedly.
“Patra, my love,” she corrected me, pressing her toes against the ground, “From now on, I want you to call me ‘Patra,’ or ‘master.’”
“Patra,” I obeyed. It felt good to obey her commands again.
“Meqara,” her affection enclosed me. All the warmth in the world returned through her hands around me.

The events of the last two days rushed back to me: the mob at the salon, my pedicure, falling into this pit, sleeplessly comforting myself, and the suffering at Creechah’s whim. Patra’s hug erased all of them. A blood-drop teared from my eye.

I heard Ni breathing heavily through his mask. He watched us both from Patra’s side.
“Hello, Ni,” I said.
Ni moaned briefly. He turned his gaze to the floor behind us.
I turned and gasped. “Tully!”

-
III

Tully remained collapsed on the floor where I left him. He groaned meekly.

Patra rose and strode towards him. Her eyes incredulously surveyed this lummox. Her foot prodded his head this way and that. Then, she stepped on his groin. He curled up tighter and started coughing.
“I can cure him,” she said finally. “His blood pressure is weak but not lost.”
I sighed magnanimously. Cora would have been most pleased to have him back unscathed.
“Ni,” said Patra, “Pick him up. Hold him steady.”
Ni did as she said, and she rummaged through her vestments (which were numerous among her necklaces, bracelets, earrings, broaches, doublet, belts, and straps). She procured what looked like a recycled cologne bottle. She unscrewed its tiny cap.
“Open his mouth.”
Ni opened Tully’s mouth, and she poured in the bottle’s minuscule contents. Then, she closed his lips and lifted his chin. He swallowed it, and his head drooped immediately.
“The potion will take effect by the time we leave this place,” she explained, “let’s carry him and get the hell out of here.”

-
IV

“My baby!” Cora squeezed Tully with the might of a hundred aunts and grandmothers, all lifting him off the floor.

We interrupted the gang’s latest rescue discussion at a dead salon. The girls all had disheveled hair. Andy was talking nonstop when we arrived. He stopped immediately.

Patra held me close to her bosom for the entire time. Her feet comforted my sight: perfectly tanned, bejeweled, proud, and powerful. I craved their descents upon me! My love stewed inside, and Patra tightly held my revery.

-
V

“Would the name ‘Harry Beecher’ mean anything to you guys?” asked Tully.

Bianca’s mouth “no’d!” and Raven’s eyes magnified. Andy amusedly set his beer while Tully recounted our previous predicament. Cora tight-lippedly listened.

“I shoulda killed him that night,” observed Raven, with eyes on nobody.
“You basically did,” retorted Bianca.
“I beat him up. I thought he’d just let it go.”
“Naw, man,” interjected Andy, “that was a really nice camera you fucked up.”
“He had no dick,” clarified Tully.
“You cut his balls off!?” roared Andy at Raven.
“Oh, yeah, I did,” she realized.
“How do you forget that?!”
“Hey, you don’t remember every time YOU cut something, stupid.”
Andy snorted. “See, it’s all her fault. You don’t destroy a man’s junk! You can fuck with it but you don’t destroy it. You just don’t do it.”
“Wait ’til I get to yours, asshole.”
“HEY!” commanded Cora. We all listened, even Patra. “The important thing is that neither of you got hurt, thank God for that. I’m responsible for what happened to Tully. I put Tully to work here. Tully means everything in the world to me,” she hugged him tight, “your mother blessed me with such a sweet boy…”

Then, Patra spoke to me without moving her lips: “this reunion wears at my patience. Let us escape this sappiness.”
I replied: “If we go anywhere, then Tully must join us. I haven’t properly thanked him.”
And she: “That is if we can free him.”
I: “I have an idea.”

“Would anyone like a drink?”

-
VI

No one could interrupt us now. Cora snoozed and the other trio turned their focus-group drinking into celebratory drinking. I seated myself, Patra and Tully, in another parlor room for my own room had a gaping sinkhole in the center.

Patra held her hips and perspicuously smiled at Tully. “Tully,” she cooed, “I still owe my thanks for looking after my little one.” Tully quavered like the last maraschino cherry at the bottom of the jar.

Then, Patra gazed at me and extended her hand. I hardly could contain my own excitement. I clasped her warmth, and she led me close to her.

Kingdoms, nations, armies, cultish gatherings, ritual bonfires and sacrifices, all would have sunk beneath her gaze! Her hair split into a minutiae of black twangs that I alone observed in my closeness. Her lips shimmered from the serpentine slither of her tongue. Her eyes ravenously slurped at my own. She pulled me close, and I enraptured myself in the forest of her raven locks. Her mouth sought my own.

-
VII

We panted and mewled. I felt the indefatigable might of her jowls upon my mouth. She closed on me, and I closed on her.

Then, her glorious countenance began to slip away from me. Patra smiled and watched me slip beneath her chin, her breasts, her belly, her hips, and her knees. She magnified to fill my world with her beauty from her gorgeous locks to the tips of her toes.

I came up only to the level of her ankles. Oh, how I missed the scent of her lotion, her deliberate wax of that which I held dear! Her toes spread apart, and the open crevasse received me.

-
VIII

Patra seated herself and beckoned Tully, “do as she does, and you shall have my thanks.”

-
IX

Valleys of warmth! Doughy, scrumptious spoons! I lied my legs along both toes and licked between them. The toes twitched and patiently endured my tickling. I lapped up her magnificent sweat, the cream of her anticipation. She previously exuded such decadence as she approached my former underground cell. What care! What majesty!

I supposed myself a lecherous spider, oozing down to ravish her foot. Up I went to target my next bounty, and down I spun to devour the toes! Dreams never felt as luxurious as my ravishing then. Her foot stood imperviously still.

-
X

“I know that you like dirty feet, my boy,” grinned Patra.
I glanced to my left and smiled jovially. Patra hovered her sole above her boy, little Tully. He actually reached up for her toes! “Uh, uh, uhh,” they shook back and forth like a wagging finger.

Then, she smothered him completely and ground him underfoot (his body became more pliable upon shrinking). She scrunched him up and mushed him repeatedly. I likened him to a wad of gum, and likened Patra’s toes to rows of teeth.

“Know that it pleases me to play with you,” Patra assured him, “and it pleases Marla to watch you squirm.”

And it did to the point of envy! She played “breathe” with his head, trampling him to the point where he struggled for opportunities to breathe.

-
XI

I slipped between her toes and nudged her sole for her to lift it up. The dirty sole smudged the floor and permitted my entrance. Oh, her caverns darkened every inch of floor around my little body!

Patra panted with such passion that even the lights flickered! I knew she loved squishing little people underfoot. She needed my furious resistance as I needed her relentless trampling! I was not partial to dirty feet but both my apprehension and her domination made them that much more fun.

“No, please,” I begged in role-play, “your foot is so dirty!”
“Then, lick my foot clean,” she deliciously answered, “It pounded the earth to capture you.”

Her foot squeezed my legs against the floor to deny my escape. What a lovely, possessive leviathan! How could I deprive it of the delicate passes of my tongue?

She demanded that I lick her foot clean but I craved the milky white sole of her arch. I pivoted myself under the ball of her foot and swung around her plushy undersole. Her immaculate arch loomed nearby. I stretched and stretched. I pushed my hands against the floor to lift myself but the foot kept me away from her most sensitive zone. Her dirty sole coated me entirely with the mark of her property.
“I said to clean my foot, you little snake,” reprimanded Patra.

Despite her reprimand, I slipped away. Her clean, sensuous arch received the fullness of my worship!

“Ah-haha!” gasped my master.

Oh, the power I unleashed from the folds of her flesh! I regarded my tickling then as the availing of all my master’s unstoppable powers. Her toes behind me writhed in futility. Every lick propelled her muscles high. Her laughter rose to shriek-pitch!

Suddenly, a great flash illuminated the world outside my eyelids, and a boom like hell’s thunder shook everything. Patra lifted her foot away from me. No, I thought, not yet, not yet. I opened my eyes and looked up. Flames engulfed the entire ceiling.

Patra quickly seized Tully and I, and we escaped from the disaster.

-
XII

Cora, Andy, Bianca, Raven, with a cigarette between her lips, Tully and I, all defeatedly watched the fire collapse the last segment of roof. Fire-sirens wailed as they approached from afar. Patra, having decided not to gain credit for her powers of destruction, temporarily abandoned us.

Despite her ownership of the entire loss, Cora’s disappointment registered between a minor setback and a hangover. “Y’know what?” she said finally, “good riddance. Fucking heating system needed work. Now, it worked itself inta the ground, just like the rest of this dump.”

She filled out an incident report with the fire crew. Tully idled to watch the smoldering ruins crumble around the responders. My fellow monsters and I commiserated on the outskirts, contemplating our next move.
“Bottle’s empty,” shrugged Andy.
“Cora’s taking this really well,” observed Bianca.
We all agreed, staring at our shoes.
“Patra climax in the basement?” asked Raven.
“Mhmm,” answered I.
And we all nodded our heads.
“I think it’s time we all vanished,” suggested I.
“I wanna say bye to Tully first!” pouted Bianca.
“Looks like he doesn’t wanna say bye to any of us,” glanced Andy.
“Is this really goodbye though?” queried I.
We all looked at each other and smiled. Then, the other three clowns piled into the car and drove away.

-
XIII

A pair of warm hands clasped my shoulders, tickling me with their fingertips. “Ready, my love?”
Patra gazed down at me from behind. Her eyes radiated with greater patience than all the stars in the sky.

Tully continued to slump his shoulders as he watched what remained of Tootsie’s collapse. I smirked, realizing that his greatest regret was that he just lost his job.

:-) (Smile) — Description
A VP, Part 8, Final Part

by Marla

I

Sweet, succulent sustenance! Warm, washing waves! Everything became light. Pain no longer disturbed my solace.

A voice called out my name. It urged me away from my relief. A mother summoning her sleeping child would have been less bothersome!

“No, just a little while longer,” I chewed.
“Enough, little one, come back to me,” said the voice.

We exchanged repeatedly, the voice and I, until an insurmountable weight upon my head toppled me backwards. Suddenly, everything became darkness except for the mingling of light and moving shadows.

-
II

I heard both the twinkling and scraping of metal. Then, a metallic creak ensued and ceased. I turned my head and beheld the feet of my master. She lifted her toes and wiggled them at me. Their tops bore exotic tans and violaceous lacquers. The tunnel had dirtied their plushy pads.
“Shawna,” I smiled dazedly.
“Patra, my love,” she corrected me, pressing her toes against the ground, “From now on, I want you to call me ‘Patra,’ or ‘master.’”
“Patra,” I obeyed. It felt good to obey her commands again.
“Meqara,” her affection enclosed me. All the warmth in the world returned through her hands around me.

The events of the last two days rushed back to me: the mob at the salon, my pedicure, falling into this pit, sleeplessly comforting myself, and the suffering at Creechah’s whim. Patra’s hug erased all of them. A blood-drop teared from my eye.

I heard Ni breathing heavily through his mask. He watched us both from Patra’s side.
“Hello, Ni,” I said.
Ni moaned briefly. He turned his gaze to the floor behind us.
I turned and gasped. “Tully!”

-
III

Tully remained collapsed on the floor where I left him. He groaned meekly.

Patra rose and strode towards him. Her eyes incredulously surveyed this lummox. Her foot prodded his head this way and that. Then, she stepped on his groin. He curled up tighter and started coughing.
“I can cure him,” she said finally. “His blood pressure is weak but not lost.”
I sighed magnanimously. Cora would have been most pleased to have him back unscathed.
“Ni,” said Patra, “Pick him up. Hold him steady.”
Ni did as she said, and she rummaged through her vestments (which were numerous among her necklaces, bracelets, earrings, broaches, doublet, belts, and straps). She procured what looked like a recycled cologne bottle. She unscrewed its tiny cap.
“Open his mouth.”
Ni opened Tully’s mouth, and she poured in the bottle’s minuscule contents. Then, she closed his lips and lifted his chin. He swallowed it, and his head drooped immediately.
“The potion will take effect by the time we leave this place,” she explained, “let’s carry him and get the hell out of here.”

-
IV

“My baby!” Cora squeezed Tully with the might of a hundred aunts and grandmothers, all lifting him off the floor.

We interrupted the gang’s latest rescue discussion at a dead salon. The girls all had disheveled hair. Andy was talking nonstop when we arrived. He stopped immediately.

Patra held me close to her bosom for the entire time. Her feet comforted my sight: perfectly tanned, bejeweled, proud, and powerful. I craved their descents upon me! My love stewed inside, and Patra tightly held my revery.

-
V

“Would the name ‘Harry Beecher’ mean anything to you guys?” asked Tully.

Bianca’s mouth “no’d!” and Raven’s eyes magnified. Andy amusedly set his beer while Tully recounted our previous predicament. Cora tight-lippedly listened.

“I shoulda killed him that night,” observed Raven, with eyes on nobody.
“You basically did,” retorted Bianca.
“I beat him up. I thought he’d just let it go.”
“Naw, man,” interjected Andy, “that was a really nice camera you fucked up.”
“He had no dick,” clarified Tully.
“You cut his balls off!?” roared Andy at Raven.
“Oh, yeah, I did,” she realized.
“How do you forget that?!”
“Hey, you don’t remember every time YOU cut something, stupid.”
Andy snorted. “See, it’s all her fault. You don’t destroy a man’s junk! You can fuck with it but you don’t destroy it. You just don’t do it.”
“Wait ’til I get to yours, asshole.”
“HEY!” commanded Cora. We all listened, even Patra. “The important thing is that neither of you got hurt, thank God for that. I’m responsible for what happened to Tully. I put Tully to work here. Tully means everything in the world to me,” she hugged him tight, “your mother blessed me with such a sweet boy…”

Then, Patra spoke to me without moving her lips: “this reunion wears at my patience. Let us escape this sappiness.”
I replied: “If we go anywhere, then Tully must join us. I haven’t properly thanked him.”
And she: “That is if we can free him.”
I: “I have an idea.”

“Would anyone like a drink?”

-
VI

No one could interrupt us now. Cora snoozed and the other trio turned their focus-group drinking into celebratory drinking. I seated myself, Patra and Tully, in another parlor room for my own room had a gaping sinkhole in the center.

Patra held her hips and perspicuously smiled at Tully. “Tully,” she cooed, “I still owe my thanks for looking after my little one.” Tully quavered like the last maraschino cherry at the bottom of the jar.

Then, Patra gazed at me and extended her hand. I hardly could contain my own excitement. I clasped her warmth, and she led me close to her.

Kingdoms, nations, armies, cultish gatherings, ritual bonfires and sacrifices, all would have sunk beneath her gaze! Her hair split into a minutiae of black twangs that I alone observed in my closeness. Her lips shimmered from the serpentine slither of her tongue. Her eyes ravenously slurped at my own. She pulled me close, and I enraptured myself in the forest of her raven locks. Her mouth sought my own.

-
VII

We panted and mewled. I felt the indefatigable might of her jowls upon my mouth. She closed on me, and I closed on her.

Then, her glorious countenance began to slip away from me. Patra smiled and watched me slip beneath her chin, her breasts, her belly, her hips, and her knees. She magnified to fill my world with her beauty from her gorgeous locks to the tips of her toes.

I came up only to the level of her ankles. Oh, how I missed the scent of her lotion, her deliberate wax of that which I held dear! Her toes spread apart, and the open crevasse received me.

-
VIII

Patra seated herself and beckoned Tully, “do as she does, and you shall have my thanks.”

-
IX

Valleys of warmth! Doughy, scrumptious spoons! I lied my legs along both toes and licked between them. The toes twitched and patiently endured my tickling. I lapped up her magnificent sweat, the cream of her anticipation. She previously exuded such decadence as she approached my former underground cell. What care! What majesty!

I supposed myself a lecherous spider, oozing down to ravish her foot. Up I went to target my next bounty, and down I spun to devour the toes! Dreams never felt as luxurious as my ravishing then. Her foot stood imperviously still.

-
X

“I know that you like dirty feet, my boy,” grinned Patra.
I glanced to my left and smiled jovially. Patra hovered her sole above her boy, little Tully. He actually reached up for her toes! “Uh, uh, uhh,” they shook back and forth like a wagging finger.

Then, she smothered him completely and ground him underfoot (his body became more pliable upon shrinking). She scrunched him up and mushed him repeatedly. I likened him to a wad of gum, and likened Patra’s toes to rows of teeth.

“Know that it pleases me to play with you,” Patra assured him, “and it pleases Marla to watch you squirm.”

And it did to the point of envy! She played “breathe” with his head, trampling him to the point where he struggled for opportunities to breathe.

-
XI

I slipped between her toes and nudged her sole for her to lift it up. The dirty sole smudged the floor and permitted my entrance. Oh, her caverns darkened every inch of floor around my little body!

Patra panted with such passion that even the lights flickered! I knew she loved squishing little people underfoot. She needed my furious resistance as I needed her relentless trampling! I was not partial to dirty feet but both my apprehension and her domination made them that much more fun.

“No, please,” I begged in role-play, “your foot is so dirty!”
“Then, lick my foot clean,” she deliciously answered, “It pounded the earth to capture you.”

Her foot squeezed my legs against the floor to deny my escape. What a lovely, possessive leviathan! How could I deprive it of the delicate passes of my tongue?

She demanded that I lick her foot clean but I craved the milky white sole of her arch. I pivoted myself under the ball of her foot and swung around her plushy undersole. Her immaculate arch loomed nearby. I stretched and stretched. I pushed my hands against the floor to lift myself but the foot kept me away from her most sensitive zone. Her dirty sole coated me entirely with the mark of her property.
“I said to clean my foot, you little snake,” reprimanded Patra.

Despite her reprimand, I slipped away. Her clean, sensuous arch received the fullness of my worship!

“Ah-haha!” gasped my master.

Oh, the power I unleashed from the folds of her flesh! I regarded my tickling then as the availing of all my master’s unstoppable powers. Her toes behind me writhed in futility. Every lick propelled her muscles high. Her laughter rose to shriek-pitch!

Suddenly, a great flash illuminated the world outside my eyelids, and a boom like hell’s thunder shook everything. Patra lifted her foot away from me. No, I thought, not yet, not yet. I opened my eyes and looked up. Flames engulfed the entire ceiling.

Patra quickly seized Tully and I, and we escaped from the disaster.

-
XII

Cora, Andy, Bianca, Raven, with a cigarette between her lips, Tully and I, all defeatedly watched the fire collapse the last segment of roof. Fire-sirens wailed as they approached from afar. Patra, having decided not to gain credit for her powers of destruction, temporarily abandoned us.

Despite her ownership of the entire loss, Cora’s disappointment registered between a minor setback and a hangover. “Y’know what?” she said finally, “good riddance. Fucking heating system needed work. Now, it worked itself inta the ground, just like the rest of this dump.”

She filled out an incident report with the fire crew. Tully idled to watch the smoldering ruins crumble around the responders. My fellow monsters and I commiserated on the outskirts, contemplating our next move.
“Bottle’s empty,” shrugged Andy.
“Cora’s taking this really well,” observed Bianca.
We all agreed, staring at our shoes.
“Patra climax in the basement?” asked Raven.
“Mhmm,” answered I.
And we all nodded our heads.
“I think it’s time we all vanished,” suggested I.
“I wanna say bye to Tully first!” pouted Bianca.
“Looks like he doesn’t wanna say bye to any of us,” glanced Andy.
“Is this really goodbye though?” queried I.
We all looked at each other and smiled. Then, the other three clowns piled into the car and drove away.

-
XIII

A pair of warm hands clasped my shoulders, tickling me with their fingertips. “Ready, my love?”
Patra gazed down at me from behind. Her eyes radiated with greater patience than all the stars in the sky.

Tully continued to slump his shoulders as he watched what remained of Tootsie’s collapse. I smirked, realizing that his greatest regret was that he just lost his job.