The Turner Sisters
(Published on Thursday, August 26, 2004)
This story was submitted by Tower982002@yahoo.com.

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Shauna and Marian were not just sisters they were best of friends.  The two girls were the pride and joy of the family.  They were active girls growing up; playing a variety of sports and participating in church every week.  Unlike their other siblings they were more reserved and would rather spend a night talking then going to a loud nightclub.  Only being a year and a day apart and with Shauna failing a year in school they shared many wonderful moments in school together.

 In their teen years both girls won many championships in softball, basketball, and soccer.  They both maintained high grades and served as class president and vice president.  Perhaps their most glamorous accomplishment was finishing in the top three in the beauty pageant.

 While attending college in Alabama they lived in a small apartment off campus.  They loved college life.  They were always having people over to sit on their porch to talk into the wee hours of the mourning.  The girls brought smiles to everyone they came into contact with.

 Shauna was the older of the two.  She wore a smile that made you blush.  Her silky black hair was always pulled back so her face could be fully seen.  When she talked to people she would gently touch their arm and look them right in the eye.  Shauna was average in height, 5’4, and around 140 lbs.  Most of her weight was in her behind; her legs were strong and smooth and her feet were always pampered.

 Marian was more petite then her older sister, 105 lbs and 5’2.  Her skin was a little darker then her sister and her legs were tiny but strong.  Even her arms were like toothpicks.  When she smiled her shinny white teeth could brighten any room.

 The girls never had a mean bone in their body till they met Kristy.  She was the owner’s daughter of the apartment complex.  She was in her early thirties.  Kristy was 5’6 and somewhere around 115 lbs.  Her grand daddy left her father with a large plantation and several apartment and condo complexes in his will.  Kristy never had to worry about money, or holding a job.  This girl was sarcastic and rude to everyone she came into contact with.  You could tell she rarely got out of her house because her skin was so white, no tan at all.

The first time they all met was when Kristy came to collect the rent.  Marian and Shauna had just returned from their racquetball game and were sitting in the hallway pulling off their sneakers when a coughing Kristy told them to put their sneakers back on.  Kristy made a big production about how smelly their feet were and thought it was her duty to tell people about their smelly feet.  Soon the people in their complex would be joking with the girls about their smelly feet, telling them to get some foot spray and other stupid jokes.  They were all joking but the girls were upset that they became the butt of the jokes.

Marian and Shauna were always put on a pedestal, they were not happy people were joking about them.  Instead of laughing off the jokes they tried explaining to people that they had just finished playing racquetball and it was like 100 outside. It bothered them that people thought they had smelly feet.

 The following month Kristy knocked on the door and yelled so loud the entire building could hear, “PUT YOUR SNEAKERS ON I NEED YOUR RENT.”

This went on for the next two years. The two sisters were entering their final weeks of school when they had decided to teach Kristy a lesson in manners. They felt someone had to stand up to her.  They decided to ask Kristy to come over at noon on Sunday so she could talk to a friend from school about renting the apartment when they left.  Things were set for the following Sunday.

All week long the sisters were feeling sick about what they were going to do.  They were always taught to ignore the evil people in the world.  If they could just scare her maybe she would change.  They felt like they had to do this.

When Sunday rolled around they were wearing their half shirts and shorts with sneakers, no socks.  Sitting on the couch watching TV they finally heard the knock on the door.  Both girls opened the door and found Kristy standing in the doorway with a hand over her mouth. “IS IT SAFE TO ENTER?”

The sisters rolled their eyes and went back to the couch.  Kristy followed and sat across from them on the loveseat.  After an attempt to make small talk by the sisters Kristy shook her head to get her long blond hair back over her shoulder.  After nervous blundering from the sisters Kristy said in a loud, nasty voice, “Is this girl going to show up…it stinks like feet in here.”

The sisters were struggling to make their move, but when Kristy got up to leave they reacted and tackled her to the ground.  The two athletes didn’t even break a sweat as they man handled the weaker girl.  Marion had her arms behind her back and sat on her back as her sister sat on her legs.  Reaching under the couch Shauna pulled out the rope and began wrapping in around Kristy’s ankles and legs.  With that done she reached for another rope and tied her wrists behind her back.  The sisters pulled her legs up and tied another rope from her ankles to her wrists leaving her in a neatly done hog tie. Marion proceeded to tie the confused Kristy’s hair in a ponytail, and then tied that with a string that ran to her wrists keeping her head pulled back.

The sisters were standing there looking down at the nice bondage job listening to their victim demand her freedom.  They were a little amused as they watched her try to squirm; they were surprised to feel powerful and excited about what they had just done.  Worried about all of the yelling Marion ran to her hamper and pulled out her socks from yesterday’s workout.  She smiled when she felt how wet they still were.  As she walked to Kristy she held the sock behind her back and said as she kneeled down in front of her. “This may smell a little.”

As Marion held her sock in her face Kristy began threatening them with jail time.  Marion smiled as she watched Kristy’s face make a sour look when the socks were held in her face. As the socks dangled in front of her the sisters laughed to themselves as Kristy’s eyes followed the sock as it swayed in front of her. Then the socks were shoved into her mouth and tape was placed across her mouth to keep them in place.  Kristy’s angry words were muffled now that she had a sock in her mouth.

Shauna sat on the floor in front of her and pulled of her sneakers.  She held it up so Kristy could see the inside of the sneaker. “SEE HOW WORN IT IS, LOOK AT THE IMPRINTS OF MY TOES.  WE ARE GOING TO GO PLAY RAQUTBALL FOR AN HOUR AND THEN YOU WILL GET TO SEE THESE AGAIN EVEN CLOSER.”

Shauna placed her sneaker back on her barefoot and tied it really tight.  Then the sisters locked the door and walked the five blocks to the YMCA. It was always hot because it was an old building and had no air conditioning.  Just walking around had you sweating.  Neither of the girls was used to wearing sneakers with no socks but they thought it would make their feet even stinkier.

As they stretched, the two sisters could not help but laugh when they thought about what was going through Kristy’s brain.  The blond beauty was hog tied with smelly socks in her mouth.  Unable to move or call for help all she could think about was how bad the girls feet were going to smell.  As the blond looked around the room she could see pictures of the two pretty girls.  Kristy noticed how soft and calm they appeared to be in all of their pictures. “How could they snap like this?” She thought.

Shauna and Marian were getting a work out chasing after the ball and running all over as the competitive girls refused to give up on a single play. The sound of sneakers streaking as the girls planted their feet filled the small room.  With every point earned their feet became boiling hot as their tight fitting sneakers made their feet feel like they were standing in an oven.

As the girls played on Shauna made a diving attempt to keep the ball in play.  When she came crashing down onto the hard floor she landed next to her sisters feet.  The smell was so over powering her head shot up and a gagging feeling came over her.  Quickly standing she looked at Marian and realized how horrible it was going to be for Kristy.  Before she could tell her sister about the smell Marian was ready to start the next round.

Marian could feel her feet sweating just standing still.  A smile crept across her face as she felt sweat running down her legs.  Wiping the sweat from her forehead with her arm she looked at her sister who was reaching her finger into her sneaker and wiped the sweat onto her shorts.  The girls were more then ready to punish Kristy, but they still had a match to finish.

Kristy meanwhile was all worn out trying to get free.  With muscles aching she new there was no way out of this mess.  The air conditioner was turned on so high she was silently praying the sisters would return soon. Even the once sweaty sock no longer bothered her, the soiled taste no longer an issue she simple had to wait for the girls to return.

As the two battling sisters finished an hour of racquetball they were beginning to tire, but neither one was going to leave until there was a winner.  Back and forth their sneaker feet ran, stopping quickly and then both feet running in place as they waited for there next move.  As the ball approached they were pounding their feet as they ran to the ball.

After an hour and a half battle the two girls were done, Shauna winning the weekend battle.  When they walked out of the racquetball room they were sad to feel no breeze.  Moving quickly through the small building they reached the door to the great outdoors.  Once outside they sat for a moment to catch their breath.  Sitting on a bench they were wiping sweat off of their pretty young bodies.

After a short rest they began a slow walk towards their waiting landlords daughter.  With every step they felt their feet and a sneaker that was wet with their foot sweat.  It was disgusting for them to wear but they didn’t want to walk on the sidewalk barefoot.

With every sound of a door opening Kristy cringed as she thought she was closer to smelling some nasty feet.  This time she could hear footsteps walking toward the door.  When she heard what sounded like a key jingling in the lock her heart rate picked up, her palms growing sweaty in anticipation.

Then she found herself looking up at the sisters in a long silent, tense filled moment.  Looking up at the girls glistening black skin made her feel as if she was watching two models instead of two tormentors.  As the girls moved closer Kristy’s eyes were focused on the girls sneakers.  With a wide-eyed stare she noticed the girls ankles first.  They appeared to be sweaty and she was horrified at how bad they would smell.

Kristy watched the sneakers move towards her, growing in size as they came closer.  With Marian standing just inches from Kristy’s head all Kristy could see were the size 7 sneakers in front of her.  Kristy watched in horror as the sneakers inched foreword coming to a rest under her chin.  The smell was so raunchy her head raised as she tried to escape the smell.  The smell was so strong she was feeling faint.  Try as she might there was no way she could avoid the smell.

“Listen girl…you need to smell my sneaker honey…what’s a matter?  My feet a little stinky for real bitch,” said Marian with a little anger as she gave her the finger.

Marian raised her sneaker up to it was touching Kristy’s chin.  Poor Kristy could not move her head back any further and was forced to smell the awful smell before her.

“Wait sis…let me go first.”

Shauna sat in front of Kristy and smiled at Kristy for a long time.  Kristy was looking at her in the eye and was over come with the gentle look in her face.  Just as she was calming down she watched in disbelieve as Shauna pulled of her sneakers.

“Look at this baby…you can see how worn my sneakers are,” Said Shauna as she held her sneakers for Kristy to inspect.

As Shauna moved the sneaker over Kristy’s nose the sisters were watching a girl trash about in protest.  Using the string on her sneakers she tied the laces around her head so her sneakers hung over her nose.

The sisters sat back and watched Kristy twist and shake her head as she fought to get the sneaker off her face.  They were slapping each other on the back as they celebrated their victory.

Once Kristy stopped fighting and smelled the sneaker for a long time Shauna removed the sneaker.  The girls were shocked to see tears running down her face.  This is when the sisters became pleased with themselves.  Knowing how bad their feet smelled they were happy to force someone to smell them.

“I want to hear you smelling my toes bitch…sniff sniff bitch,” said Shauna in a pleased and demanding tone.

The sisters were surprised to see Kristy defy them.  The girls nodded at each other and then Shauna turned her back to Kristy and then kneeled leaving her soles facing up on the floor in front of Kristy.  Marian sat next to Kristy and pulled her hair forcing her head to be lowered toward her sister’s feet.  Then Marian shoved her face into her sister’s feet.  At first Kristy tried pulling her head up but with Marian holding her down she new there was no use in trying.

The smell coming from between her toes was burning her nostrils.  With her nose shoved between the toes she had to take the smell.  It was like smelling a thousand onions at once.  Tears and gagging were all Kristy could do.  Shauna began closing her toes around her nose and wiggling them as she watched the show from over her shoulder.

Marian could not help herself. “Smell good bitch?  I bet you are drooling at the mouth to taste our feet. Keep smelling, that’s it…deep breathes of foot stink.”

“Listen foot girl…I am going to remove those socks from your mouth.  You will lick my sister’s feet clean.  If you do as you’re told I won’t open the door and invite everyone in our little place.”

Kristy really didn’t want to do it but she new no one would help her and she really didn’t want the building to see her like this. With a guiding hand holding her head she stuck her tongue out and touched Shauna’s heel.  She made a sour face as she licked her rough heel.  Kristy’s face was buried in her nine foot feet.

Licking her salty soles really was degrading for Kristy.  Being told where to lick and how many licks to give made her feel like a servant.  Listening to the sister’s laugh in her face was embarrassing. She was surprised at how soft her pink soles felt though, compared to her heel.  As she made her way to her toes she was startled to find how delicate her toes seemed.  Sucking her toes and tasting the sour toe jam sent shivers down her spine.  Yet as she licked between the toes she was overcome with feelings as she glided her tongue between her soft toes.  As she looked up and saw Shauna with her back to her and felt her sister man handling her she was unbelievably turned on.

Then Shauna sat down on her head leaving her face stuck between her ass and feet.  With Marian resting her sneaker foot on her back she felt totally dominated by the sexy girls.

Kristy was brought back to reality when Marian switched places with Shauna.  As soon as the sneaker was held over her nose she thought she would die.  The smell was even worse then Shauna’s.  When she was pushed down to smell her bare feet she could not help but notice Marian giving her a crooked smile as her head was pushed down.  The sister’s watched with amusement as Kristy fought to raise her head.  It took a solid twenty minutes for Kristy to stop fighting.

As she licked her feet she noticed how much saltier they were and tasted the sweat from between her toes.  Licking the oily skin left her dizzy and her stomach was upset.  Even more disgusting was the lint and salty pebbles she was forced to lick from between her toes. The tips of her toes were even wet with sweat much to her surprise.

After the girls had their feet pampered they decided to let her go.  They thought it was odd that she just lay on the floor after she was untied.  Sitting on the sofa they watched Kristy try to get up.  Not realizing she was sore from being in a hogtie all day they thought she didn’t want to leave.

Shauna walked back to Kristy and wiggled her toes. “Go ahead and kiss them.”  Shauna was shocked to see her toes getting kissed.  Marian tied her legs and arms behind her back and the sisters each sat with their feet in her face as they thought about what they were going to do.

Just then the sisters heard several girls laughing and recognized the voices as the girls from down the hall.  Marian ran over and told them to come in.  When Kristy looked up to see five girls dripping wet with a basketball under one of the girls arm she was frozen with fear.

The apartment was soon filled with the smell of feet.  Kristy was once again gagged because she began to scream.  When she heard the girls calling friends on their cells she soon realized her fate.