Author Unknown
It was pretty late that night when we walked out of the nightclub. Me and my
friend Jake were bouncers at this new nightclub in town. We stepped out the door
and began walking towards my car (I had agreed to give Jake a ride home) which
was parked on the side of the building. As soon as we stepped out in to the neon
lights outside the club I heard screeching tires. All off a sudden a long black
car emerged from behind us. It screeched to halt as three ladies jumped out of
the car - each of them wearing skirts. One of them pulled a gun while the other
two held up what looked to be metal batons of some type. They ordered us into
the back of the car. We probably could have taken these girls but we did not
want to risk being shot so we complied. As we got into the back of the car two
of the girls jumped in the back seat with us. It was pretty crowded to say the
least. They began wailing away on us with the metal batons yelling obscenities
at us. The voices sounded familiar and then that's when I put it together, these
were the girls we had kicked out of the club earlier that night.
Now it was all starting to come back to me as they relentlessly pounded away my
mid-section. It had been a busy night at the club and these girls had arrived
towards the end of the evening. They were dressed in normal punk attire
including lots of black and leather. Pretty soon they had started harassing some
of the ladies at the club. We politely asked them to leave, but they refused. Me
and Jake had no choice but to kick them out using physical force. We had opened
up some pretty bad cuts on all of their legs. As they stormed off they promised
revenge and here they were one exercising it. I guess we just did not take it
seriously hearing that kind of thing all the time from people we had thrown out.
Pretty soon we arrived at a house deep in the heart of the suburbs. It was out
in the middle of nowhere to be honest. They shoved us through the front door
then flipped on the lights. The room we had entered had the look of a standard
living room. It had a couch and several chairs, a coffee table and a TV cabinet.
They threw us each down on the couch and began tying us up with heavy rope. Jake
kept on asking them why they were doing this to us. They just told us to shut up
or they would kill us. I was scared to death but little did I know I would
derive some pleasure form this horrifying experience.
After I was tied up I presumed they would tie Jake up as well, but they did not.
Instead they took him into another room. I was left in this living room for a
few minutes to collect my thoughts. I could not escape as I was tied pretty well
to the chair. Soon one of the girls emerged. she left the door ajar and sat down
in a chair next to it.
"Boy you men are really going to get it now" she yelled over. I sat back and
tried to remain calm. I could only overhear what was happening in the next room
so I am not sure how much of this next part is accurate. I heard one of the
girls tell Jake that she was going to teach the girls a little respect. she told
one of the girls to unlace her boots. There was a momentary pause and then I
heard the crack of the metal baton and assumed they had hit Jake in the back of
the head with it because she cried out in pain. I assume she unlaced the boots.
This is what I heard hersay next:
"All right now pull them off" she ordered. I assume Jake did this immediately
knowing the consequences. "Now get on your hands and knees and kiss both of my
feet. I heard another crack of the baton. Then I heard Jake yell she would not
do it. This persisted for awhile finally culminating in a vicious beating of
Jake. she emerged from the room five minutes later bruised and battered. They
plopped herdown in the chair next to mine and began tying herup although I am
not sure if it was necessary. The two girls who attempted to torture Jake with
their stinky feet emerged. One with her boots still on and the other in dirty
white socks.
"Untie him," yelled the bootless one. They cut the rope of me and shoved me into
the room that held Jake moments earlier. "You heard what I want you to do now
get on hands and knees and kiss my feet and show a little respect." I could not
believe this. I did not need to be told twice. I crawled over quickly like a dog
and began lapping my mistress's feet. "You're a good boy, we are going to have
some fun with you," yelled the blond girl who now had me lapping at her socked
feet. Pretty soon I was ordered to remove her stinky black socks and kiss and
lick her bare feet. I did it with little or no argument. One of the girls
commented "You are a helluva lot smarter than that friend of yours". In fact
they had not hit me once since I entered this room. I have to admit this
experience was awful. I was verbally humiliated while I lapped at the leader of
this group's feet. Pretty soon I was forced to do the other girl's feet. Each
set of feet was pretty rank as they had been in the long black boots all night.
I kissed and licked their dirty bare feet clean as another girl would try to
stick her feet in my face. Finally after about forty minutes of intense worship.
The session was over. The leader took one of her dirty socks and shoved it in my
mouth then with the other she secured the gag. They had done the same with Jake
in the other room with another pair of their nylons. As we sat in our chairs
dying form the smell of rank socks in our mouths and just below our nostrils the
ladies began lacing up their black boots. They told us that we would live since
I was so cooperative, but that we better not tell the police or else we would
get again. They did not have to tell us as we were to proud to admit that we had
been beaten up and forced to worship the feet of a couple of girls. They drove
us back to the club and dumped us out in the back of the club and then peeled
away into the night. It was an hour or two before I finally loosened the rope on
my wrists and broke free. I immediately pulled the rank socks from my nose and
mouth although they did not smell to me anymore. I had hated this somewhat,
which worried me. I immediately untied Jake and we limped over to my car. I
drove Jake to the hospital. They bought a story about just goofing around but I
do not know why. Jake looked pretty bad. It terns out she had several broken
ribs, broken collarbone, and her face required stitches in several areas. It was
months before we returned to the club. Sometimes we still se those girls, each
time they just sort of smile at us. They know that we will never kick them out
again.
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