Pokegirl FootXtreme

Chapter Two: Feet Galore

Summary: Bea and Nessa have fun forcing Milo to engage with their feet, when Sonia brings in Ash and splits them up.

Bea stood on Milo's face, and jumped, her brown feet pressing down on hard and causing him to wince.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, in pain.

"How dare you think your filthy grass Pokemon can beat Nessa's!" Bea screeched. She stuck two of her toes in his nostrils. "Sniff hard, loser!" she commanded.

Milo wanted to push her off, but laying with his back against the ground and his arms pinned down, it was impossible.

"I said sniff!" Bea barked.

Her soles were pushing soil that she had gotten from racing back and forth on the dirt track on it and they were pushing down hard onto Milo's lips.

He didn't want to but was forced to sniff because he couldn't escape from this prison.

The loud noises of him sucking in the clogged up air her smelly toes were blocking erupted.

"Pathetic," Bea said laughing. "You might run out of oxygen soon. I'd say sniff harder if you want to please your mistress."

Milo's snorts became more sonorous, equivalent to a Bouffaulant taunted by a matador.

"You're such a loser," Bea said. "No wonder you're only the first gym leader. Erika is fourth gym leader of Kanto. Well, of course, she has a team for people with fewer or more badges but like we don't have that here in Galar, so…"

Milo didn't care about being the first gym leader. Someone had to be, after all. But he didn't appreciate being underfoot.

Bea rubbed her free foot against Milo's chin. It was so filthy that her scraping the dirt off made Milo feel as though he needed an immediate shower.

Bea kept her big toe inside his right nostril for a few more minutes. It was very painful. She fhited her free foot to his forehead and patted him there.

"Good boyo,," she said. "Too bad you're so much of a loser that this is hardly any fun."

Milo wanted to argue that if it wasn't fun, she shouldn't be doing it in the first place. But he had a hunch that she was only saying that, but truthfully she was gleeful right now. Otherwise this was a complete waste.

Bea moved to his broad stomach and began jumping hard over and over, building up a sweat.

Then she stepped back up his chest and onto his face, and after standing, rubbing her feet in his face, one after the other.

"Oh, it's so good to build up sweat and have a loser soak it in! You're like a Siesmitoad absorbing water."

Milo resented being compared to a Pokemon four times weak to his favorite type.

They were in a room in the back of Bea's gym. A knock was heard on the door. Bea ran to answer it, loving that even more sweat was coming since she bounced and danced the whole way and even as she opened the door kept her body in constant motion.

"Oh, hey, Nessa," Bea said. "Come in." She stepped aside.

Nessa entered. "You never stop moving, do you?"

"Not when I have a slave to torture" Bea said.

"Ooh, Sonia's bringing someone else," Nessa said, setting her purse against the wall. Then she jogged over to Milo.

"Do you like filthy black feet?" she asked, giggling. Not waiting for a response, she stepped on his face.

Instantly Milo began choking and coughing. Nessa hadn't bathed in two months. Even Bea was flinching from her stink.

"Gosh, you really know how to get musky," she said.

"I swim in murky water from time to time. I did so just before coming here."

Milo felt the disgusting drops of that swamp water trickle down his face. How could these two girls get off on torturing him so much?

Bea began jumping on his legs, sending jolts of pain upward.

"Hey, I'm not a trampoline!" he said belligerently.

"We'll see about that," Nessa said, grinning mischeviously. She commenced jumping on his face hard, making his skull rattle from the impact Then she and Bea danced along his body till they met at his chest, hands clapsed, and pushed each other back again, Nessa doing an impressive backflip to land on tiptoe with both of her feet on Milo's forehead.

"Oh my gosh, you get to be up close and personal with my toes! Do you know how many boys would kill to be as lucky as you?"

Milo didn't care what other guys wanted, all he desired was to get out of this predicament.

And then Nessa literally scratched his eyes with her sharp toenails, just as Bea leapt on his groin, making him feel pain in two of his most sensitive areas.

"Ow, don't do that stuff! I might never see again!"

"Oh quit your whining," Nessa said. "I didn't scratch that hard. And I want you to open your mouth," she added, tapping his lips with her toes.

"No thanks," he said.

Bea hopped over, making his stomach walls feel as though an earthquake had occurred and a tsanime of his stomach acid was forming.

Bea rubbed her brown foot on his chin, causing a multitude of flecks of soil to settle there. And then Milo's mouth involuntarily opened.

Then Nessa wedged her foot down between his teeth, clipping his tongue with her toes.

"Lick my dirty foot, loser," she commanded.

Milo refused. He wasn't going to. And he had to hope that when the new victim arrived, they would free him.

Nessa leaned forward so Bea could catch her and then she began stomping on Milo's nose.

"You…will…lick...my foot…or…suffer…more," she said, bringing her foot down with immense force with each word.

Finally Milo began lapping up her smelly foot with his tongue, scraping as high it would go since her foot wasn't vey far in.

"Ah, that's a good slave," Nessa said, tapping his cheek with her unwashed foot. "You make your mistress happy. Get your tongue in between my toes." She sighed, shutting her eyes. "Yeah, that's it."

Then Bea bounced along on his body till she got to his legs, then stepped off so she could scratch him extremely hard with her toenails. So much that his leg started to bleed…

He stopped licking Nessa's toes as he winced.

"Hey, you're not permitted to take a break," she said. "But if you're done licking…"

She extracted her foot from his mouth, then darted forward, rubbing her face against Bea's boobs.

"Hey, it's not time for les-play yet," Bea said, pushing her back.

Nessa fell backward and landed with her butt on something soft. She looked down and saw it was Milo's face that had broken her fall.

"Oh, thank you so much for sticking your face out to be in the perfect position!" Nessa said, even though Milo had done nothing of the sort. The black girl rubbed her shorts-clad ass over his cheeks and nose. "Oh, so smooth."

There was another knock at the door, and Bea ran to open it. Doing so revealed Sonia standing there with a boy with tousled black hair on a leash.

"Hey, it's not right to drag me here," the boy said. "And you really should've let Pikachu come."

"I brought you here for foot torture," Sonia said, growling. "And you shall serve us!"

She dragged him and yanked on the leash, swinging him hard against the wall and causing his head to smack against it.

"Hey!" the boy said when he fell back, flattened against the floor. "I'm Ash Ketchum, of Pallet Town! I don't deserve to be treated like this!"

Sonia came rushing like a rampaging Rhydon and leapt onto his face. "Smell my feet you tramp!"

Even to Bea, standing upright, Sonia's feet reeked like spoiled meat. In fact Sonia had raced along rows of ground beef that she had kept in a freezer. Obviously she took it out for that but she had literally planned for her feet to smell like that.

"Should I add my dirty peds to make it even more of a pain for him?" Bea asked.

"Of course!" Sonia said, pulling Bea up onto Ash's chest. Then she held the brown girl's face against her breasts. "Oh, I feel like I'm having an orgasm."

"She's mine," Nessa said, having gotten off Milo and come over.

"Yeah, and your midriff looks great as always," Sonia said. "If you don't want my foul feet stinking up your belly, I suggest you not interrupt me having fun."

Nessa glared at her, crossed her arms, then turned on her heels back to Milo, where she promptle began bouncing on from head to the both of his legs a couple of times, then jogging in place on his stomach, hard and making him feel like a Ferrothorn that had been stuck in a furnace.

Sonia kept Bea against her breasts for half a minute, then Bea began sliding her unclean foot down Ash's chin and neck, then rising it up again in waves, while Sonia used one foot to stand firmly on Ash's nose while the other one rubbed deep, pungent meat odors into his cheeks.

After a few minutes of this, Sonia said, "Hey, why don't we stick out feet in his mouth one after the other?"

"Sure," Bea said. "My toes really need the tongue treatment."

She used her foot to relax Ash's muscles and force him to open his mouth.

"Don-" he started to say.

But Sonia wedged a foot deep in, so much so that it practically reached his throat.

"Lick, slave, or you won't see Pikachu again for two weeks," Sonia said.

Ash wanted to protest, say that she couldn't legally do that or that he's report her to the police, which should work as a threat, but he was in no position to do so. Also he had no clue that Officer Jennys in Galar supported girls doing this.

It took him a minute before he realized that he was trapped, and his tongue graced Sonia's horrible-smelling foot.

"Oh my, I hadn't realized your tongue would be so perfect there!" Sonia said. "I feel like I'm in heaven."

She was reluctant to remove her foot when Bea pointed out it was her turn to have Ash lick her stinky peds, but she reluctantly allowed it.

Ash was prepared to scream and plead with them but before he could get more than two syllables out, Bea's toes shoved his tongue down.

She ran them up and down against his poor tongue, scratching it with her sharp toenails and making it feel like he had bitten it…

"Lick!" Bea commanded, glaring down at him. Sonia had stepped up to his forehead so he could look up at the brown mistress directly. "I'm not supposed to be the one doing all the work."

Ash seriously didn't want to, so for half a minute, he didn't.

"Remember Pikachu? Your little furry friend? You won't see him for a fortnight if you disobey."

Heknew they could carry out this threat, and so as Sonia stepped on his forehead without going off that position, establishing her power over him, he felt obligated to lap up Bea's foot, cursing the fact that he had found himself in this situation.

And then he began choking. The dirt on Bea's foot was so grotesque that he wished only Sonia would make him suffer in this way, smelly meat-juice on a foot wasn't as bad to him as icky soil…

On the opposite corner of the room, Nessa had plopped down on Milo's chest and raised her foot over his lips and instructed him to lick. He stuck his tongue out and ran it against her heel. He was more into girls butts than feet, and ever since she had been pushed down on him so that her ass landed on his face, and she squished it around, he had taken a bit of a liking to her.

And now she was sitting on his chest, so cute!

So he stopped resisting her feet, even though they were full of foul odors, no matter how much he licked them, theyh didn't seem to clean, and of course she planned to keep the cycle up and add more sweat to them by performing physical exercise in front of him. In fact, once she was sure he needed a refuel of her sweat, she leapt up and did jumping jacks on his chest, kicking his chin with her left foot as she did so, while she glared at Bea and Sonia having a good time on Ash, before plopping back down and giving Milo another taste of her black, perspired drenched feet.