title: Streka Stuff aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Dipdoo] id: [49403083] date: 星期三, 十月 19日 2022, 7:52:35 晚上 modified: 星期三, 十月 19日 2022, 8:03:15 晚上

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Streka Stuff

Author: Dipdoo Source: Streka Stuff

It had been far too long since Streka had snatched up one of those wonderfully squishy tinies for some spontaneous fun. The last few always left with a staggering gait and the dopiest of smiles on their face, it always warmed her heart to be able to do such things to people who thought they were being kidnapped at first. Plus, their cum made for surprisingly good lotion, helping keep whatever part she pleasured them with nice and supple for the next.

Today she had the urge to toe-trap someone, her broad feet were hungry for a new toy to play with. So, outside of her always invisible tent she'd step, eyes cast down only after the first two thuds outside.

A startled squeak from below tipped her off to how close she came to catching someone already. Her red mane would flow down the side of her blonde-furred neck as her earthen eyes spotted him. A cute little guy wearing a flowing robe, hopefully with more clothing beneath. She'd lift the foot that nearly flattened him and plant it down behind him with a warm smile before leaning down to scoop him up and turn to step back into her tent. "You're a lucky little fella! Not only did you barely avoid my big feet, but you caught me at the perfect time! I am in a bit of a hurry though, gotta get to today's Witch Tribunal. Some of the gals are getting fussy over some overly insistent merchants and want to consult us all on how best to deal with them. You wouldn't believe how stressful it can be."

Tommy sat up in her hand, staring slack-jawed and stunned, only partially following what this gorgeous giantess was saying as his robe concealed his growing erection from nearly being stepped on. "Wha does tha-”

"Oh excuse me, I started rambling there! Anyway, I'm going to tie you nice and snugly in the bend of my right tootsie's toes so they can squeeze out every little drop of cum you have. And if you're a good boy, I might just keep you for myself~" As she spoke, one hand would wave in the air beside him, not touching him physically but magically as his robes and the clothing beneath practically glided off of him. She was good, scary good.

All her little catch could think to do was nod, pulling a wide smile from her and a nod in return as her tail happily flicked behind her. Then her eyes found his already engorged pride. "Ooooh it looks like you're a fan of feet too! Lovely! I wonder if you have someone who's already treated you to something like this before! Oh I hope not though, I want this to be special, to wow you. And don't worry about being dried out down there, I'll sweat plenty, not to mention how easily I can just pump a little magic into you with my toes~"

Once again, she moved him as she spoke, letting her magic hoist him up a foot from her desk and down, down, down to her waiting feet, her toes drumming at the ground in anticipation. Then her right foot angled up on her heel. Slowly and with plenty of teasing wiggles, she settled him into the space between her sole and toes as they stretched up, letting her nestle him in neatly. "You stay right there, okay? I'll need to tie you into place to make sure you don't get tossed under my sole or heel. Those would mash you in a heartbeat and I don't want to have to clean anything but your love out of my slippers~"

He pushed around at the air as he was moved, as if trying to break her magic's hold on him, but as he was brought beneath her foot, his struggling would stop, jaw once again going slack as he gawked up. The underside of her foot was bare of her short, blonde fur. Her entire foot looked impossibly soft and smooth, but the deep creases and wrinkles let him know how frighteningly thick her skin was. There was a wonderful vanilla scent wafting to him too, along with hundreds of tons of insistent horse-gal as her foot thumped down, locking him away in warm, soft darkness. Her man-sized toes lightly scrunched, gracing his skin with an almost unnatural warmth and forced his front to press into the top of her sole.

The magic holding him would disappear then as Streka leaned down with nothing more than four strands of her own hair to tie his wrists and ankles to her. Once she finished, she relaxed her scrunched toes, leaving Tommy in a cramped spread-eagle position, leaning ever so slightly towards the top of her sole, ready to welcome him into its smothering embrace again.

"There we go!" She'd happily announce before standing up and stepping back to test the ties by rolling her ankle around and waving with her toes, pulling Tommy every which way and even giving his muscles a much-needed stretching for the squashing they were about to endure. Satisfied, she'd whump her way over to her ‘slippers,’ which were actually fur-lined flats, and slip them both on with a neigh-like giggle. "I hope you enjoy it in there!"

Tommy's world became warm, vanilla-scented darkness as he was sealed into his new home. The first few steps were only stunning, making struggling impossible as his skin tingled between each step. She even let him keep his breath rather than pressing her toes down to force it out of him, up until the tenth step. When there should've been a reprieve from her weight, there was a heavy scrunch instead, making him let out a panicked shout that was silenced by the top of her sole as his front was buried deeply into it. The sudden squeeze made his cock twitch and his limbs jerk with surprised twitches.

Her toes would relax just before she completed her next step, but rather than letting him breath back in, she would press her digits as flat against the ground as she could, ensuring that Tommy had no break from the might of her toes as their strength rolled along his back, shifting him towards the inside of her foot by just an inch. With the next step, he'd be scrunched yet again. Then pressed. Then scrunched, and so on until he was gurgling in air and only half conscious. Streka didn't want to knock him out though, so, with a short pause to focus in on him, she'd lift the foot he was tied to and rapidly scrunch then relax her toes over and over again.

He'd be able to only take staccato breaths that came back out as gasps with the ferocious fucking from her foot, courtesy of her toes as they repeatedly smushed him into the softest part of her sole. His senses were already overwhelmed, but this new stimulation sent pulses of tingling all across his skin with each scrunch, every pulse focusing more and more on his groin as her toes continued to pump him against the top of her sole.

She was merciless, not slowing down at all while increasing the pressure with each and every squeeze until she felt a gush of warmth grace her foot, making her let out a little moan of her own as Tommy sputtered out a smothered scream. Her toes scrunched one last time, the hardest yet. He was practically consumed by her broad, meaty foot as the sweat began to flow. The earlier pulses turned into moments of raw ecstasy as he just kept cumming and cumming. Splat! Gurp! Squick! In one, long climax, Streka juiced him of everything he had, making his balls ache.

"Wow! You're a resistant little bugger! Almost gave my calf a cramp there. But that just makes your lotion even better, making me fight for it~" As she spoke, a chill would rush over his groin, followed by an almost burning warmth in his testicles as she refilled them. "You're far from being done though sweetie. I'm not even halfway there, and while I'm sitting and talking, I'll get to experiment freely with you~" Her next step came at an odd angle and sounded out with a light splurt as his seed was shifted away from him and towards the rest of her foot. He had been caught by an expert, and she was going to take everything he had and more. Much, much more before letting him go again.

Tommy was made to endure the whole walk here, shooting off blanks occasionally after the scrunch-forced milking he endured near the beginning of his equine captor's walk to the Witch Tribunal. The constant, rhythmic thuds of her slipper-clad feet against the ground made for an eventually soothing sound despite the way each impact shook his entire body and forced his entire front half into a slightly different part of her foot each time as she dexterously changed her steps ever so slightly to slide his tied form up and down the hot, stuffy, and wet ravine that was the bend of her toes. He wasn’t even sure if the restraining hair she tied him in place with was still there.

He was being given some time to rest though, and the reprieve was stretching on for much longer than he was comfortable with. It had nearly been a full hour of muffled voices with the occasional tap of his captor's toes to remind him that she didn't forget about him.

Regardless, he was thankful for the breather, odds are he would've passed out if this hour had been spent doing more walking. There were some complications though. First was the heat, he just couldn't stop sweating, even as he panted, which led into the second problem. He wasn't the only one sweating, and that fact would make itself abundantly clear every time a droplet of sweat big enough to fill a bucket splashed over his face, body, groin, and even open mouth a couple times.

Relaxing was impossible, but getting some rest was just barely doable under this insistent horse-witch that kidnapped him. Even so, there was a growing sense of dread that warned him of something that would likely leave him reeling soon.

Just as that thought reached him, so would the beginning of his doom as Streka slipped her fur-lined flats off to start fidgeting with her broad feet. Fresh, cool air would grace him, shocking both him and his newest erection fully awake as the words. "If they're being belligerent, Then a show of force is warra-" Plap! His face was filled with her opposite foot's fourth toe then as the rest drummed against his body, her soles gently pressing into each other with a light offset as she played a very one-sided game of footsie with her special little insole.

He would try to call out for help each time her toes shifted over him, giving his mouth anything that wasn't the underside of a toe to suckle on as each digit took its turn smothering him, making breathing impossible until it pulled away. Then, once he was given enough freedom to shout, he'd be too busy gasping for air as Streka's opposite foot shifted up, presenting him with the thickest, meatiest sole he’d ever seen on anyone, let alone someone with five toes.

His pounding heart would fill his ears before a panicked, "Wai-" left his mouth. Followed soon after by a nearly deafening series of. Splat, wheeze, hissshhhh, SQUELCH! As Streka's sole slapped into him, forcing his back against the bend of one foot's toes while the other pressed his breath straight out of him before sliding back down just enough for the toes that held his restraints to squeeze against the top of the sole in front of him. The sound of her sweat being squashed away from him was something he'd never forget, just like the rippling pleasure that exploded from his groin as he was compacted into the top of one foot's sole by the other's toes.

His body had long since been tenderized, but his mind hadn’t quite melted in her slippers. His hips quivered on their own, his limbs twitching and his jaw going slack as the pleasure jolted up and down his spine. Just this squeeze would send him to cloud nine in a matter of minutes, but Streka wanted to milk him silly. So she would relax the press of her toes for a split second before whapping him back into place. The yelp he let out nearly made her squirm in her seat as she started to pulse pressure into him with a wavelike motion, forcing him to make love to her foot.

It was the closest thing to sex with a sole that either of them could imagine as his cock was lost in the conformed confines of her remarkably plush and suffocatingly thick foot. Yet just as he was about to cum, his muscles all tightening up, Streka would relax her toes and pull her sole away, only to replace it with that foot's heel an instant later. It wasn't as smooth as her sole had been, instead possessing a slightly leathery texture that would envelop him much faster than such a surface should as it pressed into him with more than enough force to crush him flat.

Her toes would stretch back with her heel’s smashing approach, not sparing him from the immense pressure, but saving him from a full-body splatter. Instead, he would be practically consumed by her heel as it ground against her digits with him caught in the middle. It twisted and pressed with the pulses she was so fond of. Every single one of his joints would cry out with short spikes of pain before popping or cracking and erupting in pure bliss that quickly took over the entirety of his body. On just the second twist, his cock practically popped, spreading his seed much further over her heel than what should be possible as it continued to grind against him, even sliding now as it rubbed in the fresh lotion.

His limbs twitchesd, hips jerked, and eyes fluttered as she overwhelmed him with pleasure, emptied his balls yet again, and ensured he’d need her help to get around for the next week at the very least. Once his gurgling and squirting stopped, she grinned and slid him back into his new home with a teasing scrunch of her toes, almost as if she were offering him a kiss as he went completely limp.