Necro973
08-27-2010, 07:55 PM
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</TD><TD width=19></TD></TR><TR><TD height=19 width=21></TD><TD height=10 width=690>I finally had my hands on that bitch, Kellie Bruner. After having gone out for only four months, the bitch had absolutely dumped me because I had kissed another girl. We weren't even going steady! I was hurt beyond explanation, and nothing I did would get her to change her mind. I had even been dominant in the relationship. I got sex whenever I wanted. And now, all that had changed. She was in control, and I couldn't stand that. After crying for the last two months I had made up my mind to embarrass her, to get back at her for all she had done to my emotions. I no longer had an interest in her. That had all but become numb inside me. But on this particular night she showed up at the same party I was at. She showed with a date and her best friend, Monica White. I smiled to myself when I thought of what I was going to do to her. I had decided to flat-out kick her ass, girl or not, in front of everybody. Her ass was mine. She was wearing a white t-shirt, yuppy shorts, and white sneakers with white socks. Nothing erotic about that. Besides, they would all be dirty when I was finished with her. From a distance, I watched her laugh and talk with her friends. I seethed at the memories of Kellie telling everybody how I kept after her and that I was mud beneath her feet. I would show her mud. I began walking over to her - slowly. I wanted to remember the before and after images very plainly. I reached her, and she saw me. A smirk appeared on her face, and she coldly said, "Hello, Tim." And turned away. I reached out and grabbed her arm. She turned her head toward me with a disgusted look on her face. Her date was gone at the moment, so I didn't have to worry about fighting him. Once I was finished with little Kellie, I planned to head home before the cops could get there. "Well...hello yourself," I coolly replied. "What's a slut like you doing out tonight?" "You're a pig," she retorted, attempting to pull her arm away. "No, not so fast, Kellie. I'm not done with you." I smiled icily and turned her full toward me before releasing her arm. "I think it's time you learned a real valuable lesson, Kellie." She looked at me curiously. "I hope you have your insurance paid up," I said, with a smile. She sneered at me. "I don't need insurance for you," she said. "I'm not worried about you one bit. In fact, if you don't leave me alone, I'll use your face for a footwipe." Her friends all laughed at this. Obviously, the girl wasn't taking me seriously. Suddenly, her smile vanished, and she looked at me with angry eyes. "Get on your knees, Tim," she began, "and lick my feet." I looked at her astonished. The audacity! Here I was about to kick the living shit out of her, and she was telling me to lick her feet! She could tell I was startled at the command. "Come on, Tim," she continued. "Show all your friends how you grovel at my feet. Remember? I made you get on your knees when you came to my house that one night." I remembered that. But I didn't do anything to her feet. I was simply begging for her to give me a second chance. "Your ass is mine, Kellie," I said, bringing my arm back to strike. When I brought it around, she ducked! I was amazed! At the same time, I saw her right leg come up. Suddenly, her shoe was making a beeline to my face. Before I could move, her foot caught me square on the side of the face, and the room turned crooked on me. I felt like I was viewing a picture through stained glass or something, and that I was floating. Abruptly, I felt something slam against my entire body, and I heard laughter. As the room slowly regained some orientation, I realized that the slam had been my body falling to the ground. And the laughter belonged to everyone in the room, including Kellie. Even in my dazed state, I knew what had happened. This bitch, whom I hated more than anything, had just floored me with a kick to the face. I couldn't believe it! I had been almost knocked out by her feet! Shame began burning at my cheeks. But I decided it wasn't too late to salvage some pride by taking her apart. I shook my head to clear it, and from a kneeling position, I looked over to where Kellie was untying her shoes. She was saying something to me. "I hope you still think my feet are cute," she said. "because they're going to be striking your face a lot during the next few minutes. And be thankful. They're too soft to cut you up much. But it will hurt." With that, she removed both shoes and then her socks, revealing two truly beautiful feet. You had to give her that. No matter how much I hated her, the girl had probably the prettiest feet I had ever seen. But I still despised her and had no intention of getting my ass kicked by a girl with soft, pretty feet. I rose and went toward her. "That was a lucky shot, bitch," I hissed, "now get ready for a little pain." "Oh, Tim, really," she replied, "how do my feet taste?" Just on reflex, I looked down at her feet and took in the tanned softness and red toenails. I decided maybe it was time she learned something about humiliation herself. I raised my fists and took aim. "Here, bitch." I said. "Eat this!" I am a good fighter, and she knew it. What I didn't know is that she was even better. She sidestepped my punch and threw a half-kick at my face, slapping her right foot against my mouth. I blinked and she slapped me again in the mouth with the top of her foot. Our friends were laughing and cheering her on. Kellie, herself, was one big smile. She was having fun. I was getting infuriated that she was not only emotionally overwhelming me but also physically toying with me. I screamed and lurched toward her. The next day, people would tell me that I almost did a complete flip and that the sound of the sole of her foot smacking hard against my entire face sounded like someone slamming a paddle on a lake's surface. I remember two things: the bottom of her foot looked creamy smooth, and the world can turn horrifyingly black in the blink of an eye. The next thing I remember was coming to on the living room floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a hazy view of guys and girls high-fiving Kellie. And lots of voices: I've never seen anyone get hit that hard. Goddamn, she really kicked his ass! His breath will smell like your feet for the next week... He's lucky I decided to let him live. She saw me coming to. By then, I had managed to turn over on my stomach and rise to my hands and knees. Kellie arrogantly walked over and stood directly in front of me with her feet just three inches from my face. I looked up at her, which gave her the opportunity to step back and launch another foot to my face. Smack! The ball of her foot struck home, and my head snapped back hard. I was seeing double and trying to remain balanced on my hands and knees. People said I looked like one of those dogs with wobbly heads that people put in their cars. I was now crawling like a drunk animal across the living room floor, not even knowing where I thought I was going. Kellie walked along beside me. "Stop there," she ordered, pointing to the floor. I stopped. "Now look at me." I turned my head to the right, almost pleading to her with my eyes. "Apologize to me," she said, "or you're taking another foot to the face." I was honestly terrified, and I was prepared to apologize. But the bitch she is, she decided to entertain herself some more. "Too late!" she announced. "Have a taste!" With that she raised her knee once again and sent that lethal softness to my bruised face. Smack! My head swayed back and forth. "Have another!" I heard her as if from a distance. Standing in front of me, I saw the knee, the toes curl back, and the creamy color flashing toward me. Smack! "Hey, Tim, taste good?" Smack! "How about that one?" Smack! "I didn't know you could look so cross-eyed." Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! My head was jerking up and down like a speed bag. Smack! One more kick and I was on my back, the whole world spinning. I could make out Kellie standing above me, her feet on either side of my head. Through the haze, I saw Kellie raise her foot then place it down firmly on my face. She began to grind it hard. The mixture of the incredible softness (it was amazing how soft her feet truly were. I would not have believed that anything that soft could have been that dangerous), my hatred for her, and the knowledge that she was absolutely humiliating me without resorting to anything but her feet, caused a paradoxical awakening of my sex organ. As she smashed her soft weapon all over my face, I began to grow hard. She noticed and pointed at it. "Look at that!" she laughed. "He's going to come! God, you would think that someone who has just lost all self respect at the feet of a girl wouldn't come from the thing that destroyed him! Monica, take off his pants." Monica quickly did and soon my dick was waving uncontrollably in the air. Kellie laughed. "Here, I think a couple more seconds and he'll show us what a fag he is!" Sure enough, two more twists on my face and come began pouring out. I must have looked funny with my legs churning in the air in an attempt to escape the pressure of Kellie Bruner's foot pinning my face to the floor. I came for several seconds then lay there with Kellie's foot now just pressing down. "Please..." I begged, muffled by the weight of her foot. "What was that?" I heard her say. "Please.... I'll... I'll do anything... I'm sorry..." With her foot still holing me down, she laughed. "I'll decide when you have had enough," she said. "When you are at the mercy of my feet, you'll wait until I am done! Besides, I haven't decided if you deserve to live!" With that, she removed her foot from my face (allowing oxygen to finally reach me untouched) and told me to get on my knees and crawl over to the far wall. Groggily, I managed to get into a kneeling position and grope my way to the wall. By this time, I was completely terrified of this fucking bitch with perfect feet. I hated her so much, I would have shot her if I had a gun. At the same time, I was so scared of her, I didn't want to give her a reason to injure me permanently. I had gotten my ass kicked by a girl! An ex who looked too much like a model to have done to me what she had. And whose feet were too sculptured and tanned to be that dangerous. So I crawled to the wall, folks, on my hands and knees, because I had been ordered to do so. And I did not want to. More than anything else, I did not want to be under her physical control. "That's good," she said, "now face me." I turned. "Bow before me," she said. "Beg for my forgiveness! Beg for my mercy!" She laughed. "Beg for the mercy of my feet!" "Please forgive me..." I began. "Please... I'll never do...." "This is fucking boring," she said. "I think I would rather use your face for some more target practice!" With that she spun on her left heel and brought the sole of her right foot flush against my face. The lights were dim again and swam in funny colors. The ceiling reappeared. Again, Kellie was standing over me. "You're pathetic," she said. "I think I should put you out of your misery." She then placed both hands against the wall and stepped on my face with both feet. The weight was incredible. I could see nothing. The world was now soft and dark. And my air had been shut off. Too weak to move much, I jerked spasmodically on the ground as I began to suffocate beneath her feet. I could feel my body convulse at my lungs searched for oxygen they could not find in the wrinkles of her soles. She was laughing above me. I was losing consciousness. It wasn't possible, I thought to myself, I'm dying... she's killing me with her feet.... I'm dying under her control... from the bottoms of her feet..." The world went away. I awoke a few seconds later, still on the floor. Kellie was still standing above me, but she had taken her feet from my face and now had just her right foot resting on my chest. Seeing me awake, she stepped over my chest and began walking toward the couch. I could see glimpses of her creamy soles as she walked away from me. When she got to the couch, she sat down and crossed her right leg over her left leg. She spoke to me. "Unless you want my feet permanently imprinted on your ugly face, you'll crawl over here like a little dog." She closed her eyes and leaned back with a smile on her face. I crawled over obediently, though still shaky. She ordered me to crawl to where my face was an inch from her foot. With that smile still on her face and her eyes closed, she said "Since I let you live, now you have to lick my feet." She giggled to herself and relaxed even more. I was burning with shame because I couldn't bear the thought of taking her feet in my mouth. Not after all the time I had spent trying to get her back and the humiliation she had given me this evening. But I wanted to live. So I leaned forward and took that slender toe in my mouth. It was impossibly soft, and the irony worked its magic on my dick again. Still naked, my cock tightened like steel. I began sucking like an obedient animal, her creamy- smooth toe sliding in and out. The texture was like nothing I would have imagined. I was sucking the toes of a bitch, and it wasn't voluntary. Tears welled up in my eyes as the come rose to the head of my dick. When she pulled her toe from my mouth and ****** my mouth to the satin bottom of her foot, I lost it. With my tongue and lips in a deep french-kiss with her foot, come began flying everywhere. A muffled scream tore from my mouth as I shot string upon string against the couch. I was lucky. None got on Kellie. She just laughed. When I finished, she pushed my head away with her foot. I fell over and stayed on my back until she said otherwise. She didn't do anything else to me that night except make me put her shoes and socks back on her feet. And, oh yeah, she decided her date needed a blowjob, so she had him lie on his back while she dragged me over and told me to suck. I opened my mouth and took his cock in while Kellie placed her sneakered foot on my head ****** my head up and down. When he came, I learned that cum is warm and creamy. I wasn't thrilled nor did I want to ever do it again. Everyone watched that too. In fact, when Kellie left, three of my friends shoved their dicks in my mouth one after another. They threatened to tell Kellie if I didn't suck and swallow. I drank three more loads that night. Finally, Monica, who had stayed behind, ****** me to suck her toes as payment for persuading Kellie not to kill me with her feet. I sucked Monica's pretty toes and licked her soft feet. Before she left, she decided it would be fun to knock me out with a kick in the face. I hear she told Kellie about it later. The rest of my senior year was a big change for me. Everyone had heard about what Kellie had done to me. I think almost every guy in school--nerds, dorks, you name it--came in my mouth at least once. Monica had a lot of fun using my mouth as a foot massager. Many other girls did as well. Except Kellie. She really had no interest in me. While having her toes sucked, Monica explained that Kellie found me disgusting and only allowed me to lick her feet because she knew I would be demoralized. Kellie had decided to leave the kicking to Monica, at least unless she changed her mind. And Monica made sure she knocked me out with kicks in the face after every toe-sucking. When I graduated, the principal made me suck him off as well. I left town that summer, and I now attend college in New York. No one knows about my past. But I will never escape the memories and pain of a night I was beaten and at the mercy of the feet of Kellie Bruner.</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
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</TD><TD width=19></TD></TR><TR><TD height=19 width=21></TD><TD height=10 width=690>I finally had my hands on that bitch, Kellie Bruner. After having gone out for only four months, the bitch had absolutely dumped me because I had kissed another girl. We weren't even going steady! I was hurt beyond explanation, and nothing I did would get her to change her mind. I had even been dominant in the relationship. I got sex whenever I wanted. And now, all that had changed. She was in control, and I couldn't stand that. After crying for the last two months I had made up my mind to embarrass her, to get back at her for all she had done to my emotions. I no longer had an interest in her. That had all but become numb inside me. But on this particular night she showed up at the same party I was at. She showed with a date and her best friend, Monica White. I smiled to myself when I thought of what I was going to do to her. I had decided to flat-out kick her ass, girl or not, in front of everybody. Her ass was mine. She was wearing a white t-shirt, yuppy shorts, and white sneakers with white socks. Nothing erotic about that. Besides, they would all be dirty when I was finished with her. From a distance, I watched her laugh and talk with her friends. I seethed at the memories of Kellie telling everybody how I kept after her and that I was mud beneath her feet. I would show her mud. I began walking over to her - slowly. I wanted to remember the before and after images very plainly. I reached her, and she saw me. A smirk appeared on her face, and she coldly said, "Hello, Tim." And turned away. I reached out and grabbed her arm. She turned her head toward me with a disgusted look on her face. Her date was gone at the moment, so I didn't have to worry about fighting him. Once I was finished with little Kellie, I planned to head home before the cops could get there. "Well...hello yourself," I coolly replied. "What's a slut like you doing out tonight?" "You're a pig," she retorted, attempting to pull her arm away. "No, not so fast, Kellie. I'm not done with you." I smiled icily and turned her full toward me before releasing her arm. "I think it's time you learned a real valuable lesson, Kellie." She looked at me curiously. "I hope you have your insurance paid up," I said, with a smile. She sneered at me. "I don't need insurance for you," she said. "I'm not worried about you one bit. In fact, if you don't leave me alone, I'll use your face for a footwipe." Her friends all laughed at this. Obviously, the girl wasn't taking me seriously. Suddenly, her smile vanished, and she looked at me with angry eyes. "Get on your knees, Tim," she began, "and lick my feet." I looked at her astonished. The audacity! Here I was about to kick the living shit out of her, and she was telling me to lick her feet! She could tell I was startled at the command. "Come on, Tim," she continued. "Show all your friends how you grovel at my feet. Remember? I made you get on your knees when you came to my house that one night." I remembered that. But I didn't do anything to her feet. I was simply begging for her to give me a second chance. "Your ass is mine, Kellie," I said, bringing my arm back to strike. When I brought it around, she ducked! I was amazed! At the same time, I saw her right leg come up. Suddenly, her shoe was making a beeline to my face. Before I could move, her foot caught me square on the side of the face, and the room turned crooked on me. I felt like I was viewing a picture through stained glass or something, and that I was floating. Abruptly, I felt something slam against my entire body, and I heard laughter. As the room slowly regained some orientation, I realized that the slam had been my body falling to the ground. And the laughter belonged to everyone in the room, including Kellie. Even in my dazed state, I knew what had happened. This bitch, whom I hated more than anything, had just floored me with a kick to the face. I couldn't believe it! I had been almost knocked out by her feet! Shame began burning at my cheeks. But I decided it wasn't too late to salvage some pride by taking her apart. I shook my head to clear it, and from a kneeling position, I looked over to where Kellie was untying her shoes. She was saying something to me. "I hope you still think my feet are cute," she said. "because they're going to be striking your face a lot during the next few minutes. And be thankful. They're too soft to cut you up much. But it will hurt." With that, she removed both shoes and then her socks, revealing two truly beautiful feet. You had to give her that. No matter how much I hated her, the girl had probably the prettiest feet I had ever seen. But I still despised her and had no intention of getting my ass kicked by a girl with soft, pretty feet. I rose and went toward her. "That was a lucky shot, bitch," I hissed, "now get ready for a little pain." "Oh, Tim, really," she replied, "how do my feet taste?" Just on reflex, I looked down at her feet and took in the tanned softness and red toenails. I decided maybe it was time she learned something about humiliation herself. I raised my fists and took aim. "Here, bitch." I said. "Eat this!" I am a good fighter, and she knew it. What I didn't know is that she was even better. She sidestepped my punch and threw a half-kick at my face, slapping her right foot against my mouth. I blinked and she slapped me again in the mouth with the top of her foot. Our friends were laughing and cheering her on. Kellie, herself, was one big smile. She was having fun. I was getting infuriated that she was not only emotionally overwhelming me but also physically toying with me. I screamed and lurched toward her. The next day, people would tell me that I almost did a complete flip and that the sound of the sole of her foot smacking hard against my entire face sounded like someone slamming a paddle on a lake's surface. I remember two things: the bottom of her foot looked creamy smooth, and the world can turn horrifyingly black in the blink of an eye. The next thing I remember was coming to on the living room floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a hazy view of guys and girls high-fiving Kellie. And lots of voices: I've never seen anyone get hit that hard. Goddamn, she really kicked his ass! His breath will smell like your feet for the next week... He's lucky I decided to let him live. She saw me coming to. By then, I had managed to turn over on my stomach and rise to my hands and knees. Kellie arrogantly walked over and stood directly in front of me with her feet just three inches from my face. I looked up at her, which gave her the opportunity to step back and launch another foot to my face. Smack! The ball of her foot struck home, and my head snapped back hard. I was seeing double and trying to remain balanced on my hands and knees. People said I looked like one of those dogs with wobbly heads that people put in their cars. I was now crawling like a drunk animal across the living room floor, not even knowing where I thought I was going. Kellie walked along beside me. "Stop there," she ordered, pointing to the floor. I stopped. "Now look at me." I turned my head to the right, almost pleading to her with my eyes. "Apologize to me," she said, "or you're taking another foot to the face." I was honestly terrified, and I was prepared to apologize. But the bitch she is, she decided to entertain herself some more. "Too late!" she announced. "Have a taste!" With that she raised her knee once again and sent that lethal softness to my bruised face. Smack! My head swayed back and forth. "Have another!" I heard her as if from a distance. Standing in front of me, I saw the knee, the toes curl back, and the creamy color flashing toward me. Smack! "Hey, Tim, taste good?" Smack! "How about that one?" Smack! "I didn't know you could look so cross-eyed." Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! My head was jerking up and down like a speed bag. Smack! One more kick and I was on my back, the whole world spinning. I could make out Kellie standing above me, her feet on either side of my head. Through the haze, I saw Kellie raise her foot then place it down firmly on my face. She began to grind it hard. The mixture of the incredible softness (it was amazing how soft her feet truly were. I would not have believed that anything that soft could have been that dangerous), my hatred for her, and the knowledge that she was absolutely humiliating me without resorting to anything but her feet, caused a paradoxical awakening of my sex organ. As she smashed her soft weapon all over my face, I began to grow hard. She noticed and pointed at it. "Look at that!" she laughed. "He's going to come! God, you would think that someone who has just lost all self respect at the feet of a girl wouldn't come from the thing that destroyed him! Monica, take off his pants." Monica quickly did and soon my dick was waving uncontrollably in the air. Kellie laughed. "Here, I think a couple more seconds and he'll show us what a fag he is!" Sure enough, two more twists on my face and come began pouring out. I must have looked funny with my legs churning in the air in an attempt to escape the pressure of Kellie Bruner's foot pinning my face to the floor. I came for several seconds then lay there with Kellie's foot now just pressing down. "Please..." I begged, muffled by the weight of her foot. "What was that?" I heard her say. "Please.... I'll... I'll do anything... I'm sorry..." With her foot still holing me down, she laughed. "I'll decide when you have had enough," she said. "When you are at the mercy of my feet, you'll wait until I am done! Besides, I haven't decided if you deserve to live!" With that, she removed her foot from my face (allowing oxygen to finally reach me untouched) and told me to get on my knees and crawl over to the far wall. Groggily, I managed to get into a kneeling position and grope my way to the wall. By this time, I was completely terrified of this fucking bitch with perfect feet. I hated her so much, I would have shot her if I had a gun. At the same time, I was so scared of her, I didn't want to give her a reason to injure me permanently. I had gotten my ass kicked by a girl! An ex who looked too much like a model to have done to me what she had. And whose feet were too sculptured and tanned to be that dangerous. So I crawled to the wall, folks, on my hands and knees, because I had been ordered to do so. And I did not want to. More than anything else, I did not want to be under her physical control. "That's good," she said, "now face me." I turned. "Bow before me," she said. "Beg for my forgiveness! Beg for my mercy!" She laughed. "Beg for the mercy of my feet!" "Please forgive me..." I began. "Please... I'll never do...." "This is fucking boring," she said. "I think I would rather use your face for some more target practice!" With that she spun on her left heel and brought the sole of her right foot flush against my face. The lights were dim again and swam in funny colors. The ceiling reappeared. Again, Kellie was standing over me. "You're pathetic," she said. "I think I should put you out of your misery." She then placed both hands against the wall and stepped on my face with both feet. The weight was incredible. I could see nothing. The world was now soft and dark. And my air had been shut off. Too weak to move much, I jerked spasmodically on the ground as I began to suffocate beneath her feet. I could feel my body convulse at my lungs searched for oxygen they could not find in the wrinkles of her soles. She was laughing above me. I was losing consciousness. It wasn't possible, I thought to myself, I'm dying... she's killing me with her feet.... I'm dying under her control... from the bottoms of her feet..." The world went away. I awoke a few seconds later, still on the floor. Kellie was still standing above me, but she had taken her feet from my face and now had just her right foot resting on my chest. Seeing me awake, she stepped over my chest and began walking toward the couch. I could see glimpses of her creamy soles as she walked away from me. When she got to the couch, she sat down and crossed her right leg over her left leg. She spoke to me. "Unless you want my feet permanently imprinted on your ugly face, you'll crawl over here like a little dog." She closed her eyes and leaned back with a smile on her face. I crawled over obediently, though still shaky. She ordered me to crawl to where my face was an inch from her foot. With that smile still on her face and her eyes closed, she said "Since I let you live, now you have to lick my feet." She giggled to herself and relaxed even more. I was burning with shame because I couldn't bear the thought of taking her feet in my mouth. Not after all the time I had spent trying to get her back and the humiliation she had given me this evening. But I wanted to live. So I leaned forward and took that slender toe in my mouth. It was impossibly soft, and the irony worked its magic on my dick again. Still naked, my cock tightened like steel. I began sucking like an obedient animal, her creamy- smooth toe sliding in and out. The texture was like nothing I would have imagined. I was sucking the toes of a bitch, and it wasn't voluntary. Tears welled up in my eyes as the come rose to the head of my dick. When she pulled her toe from my mouth and ****** my mouth to the satin bottom of her foot, I lost it. With my tongue and lips in a deep french-kiss with her foot, come began flying everywhere. A muffled scream tore from my mouth as I shot string upon string against the couch. I was lucky. None got on Kellie. She just laughed. When I finished, she pushed my head away with her foot. I fell over and stayed on my back until she said otherwise. She didn't do anything else to me that night except make me put her shoes and socks back on her feet. And, oh yeah, she decided her date needed a blowjob, so she had him lie on his back while she dragged me over and told me to suck. I opened my mouth and took his cock in while Kellie placed her sneakered foot on my head ****** my head up and down. When he came, I learned that cum is warm and creamy. I wasn't thrilled nor did I want to ever do it again. Everyone watched that too. In fact, when Kellie left, three of my friends shoved their dicks in my mouth one after another. They threatened to tell Kellie if I didn't suck and swallow. I drank three more loads that night. Finally, Monica, who had stayed behind, ****** me to suck her toes as payment for persuading Kellie not to kill me with her feet. I sucked Monica's pretty toes and licked her soft feet. Before she left, she decided it would be fun to knock me out with a kick in the face. I hear she told Kellie about it later. The rest of my senior year was a big change for me. Everyone had heard about what Kellie had done to me. I think almost every guy in school--nerds, dorks, you name it--came in my mouth at least once. Monica had a lot of fun using my mouth as a foot massager. Many other girls did as well. Except Kellie. She really had no interest in me. While having her toes sucked, Monica explained that Kellie found me disgusting and only allowed me to lick her feet because she knew I would be demoralized. Kellie had decided to leave the kicking to Monica, at least unless she changed her mind. And Monica made sure she knocked me out with kicks in the face after every toe-sucking. When I graduated, the principal made me suck him off as well. I left town that summer, and I now attend college in New York. No one knows about my past. But I will never escape the memories and pain of a night I was beaten and at the mercy of the feet of Kellie Bruner.</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>