"Freeze, Lawrence" Part III

By NomadSole

The door of Larry's chamber slammed shut as Dr Froyd left, Sister Brunhilda after him, to make up a new cure for the fetish that Larry had.
The loud noise made the boy shake.
He'd been shaking for hours, as if the noise resounded restlessly in his skull.
Yet, the cause was of a different nature. It was from a different country, actually.
The horror came from Germany.


***


"Sister Brunhilda?"
"Ja, Herr Doktor?"
"I wanted to talk to you... I see you are a smart woman... and a very strong one... really impressive body... And I guess you'd discover my true intentions yourself soon, so I wanted to be honest with you from the start, rather than be beheaded afterwards.
So, I admit I hired you for sexual reasons..."
"Ja?"
Sister Brunhilda listened, and frowned more and more.
"What I mean", Dr Froyd went on, "is that your irresistible sexuality will be of much..."
Sister Brunhilda couldn't just stand there and listen for even a second longer.
Her English was very poor, so what Dr Froyd said was no more than a reckless combination of arbitrary sounds, but she was quick at learning, so she already knew the most important words of English: hello, thank you, goodbye, and sexual.
"Ja, Herr Doktor!", she exclaimed, "Make love to me NOW!"
Saying this, she tore her nurse dress asunder and exposed her leather-clad body. Her black corset was large enough to be able to contain a medium sized tank (but, since there was no tanks back then, it was sold to Brunhilda), and still her breasts spilled out of it, threatening to explode and kill better than any bomb that Germans were yet to invent, over a century later.
Her feet must have been size 15, and her high-heeled shoes looked quite flat.
"Fock me like you never focked anyone before, Dr Freud!", she exclaimed and took out her whip.
"Argh! Nine! Nince! Nine!"
"Ja!"


***


The loud scream made Larry jump up, and the subsequent ones made him look at the window with a suspicious grin. Some voice in his head said: "Jump, what are you waiting for?" Larry hesitated. He had heard many voices, some encouraging him to do things weird and scary ("Go make breakfast for your mother").
But this voice was no ghost, oh no. This was his Common Sense. He looked out the window, after "partially removing" the window pane. Pieces of glass fell to the ground.
"JUMP", said Common Sense.
The chamber was two floors above the ground, which equalls six metres.
"Twenty feet!", thought Larry, with a smile of satisfaction, and jumped.


***


Dr Froyd and Sister Brunhilda got so carried away that they didn't hear the loud smashing of the window, so how in the world would they be able to hear the silent thud that was the sound of Larry's somewhat brutal encounter with the ground. They copulated wildly, bunny-style.
Of course, if you can imagine a tank-sized bunny. However painful the act was, there was a quite beneficial and didactice part to it. Dr Froyd learned the German counterparts for words like: more, yes, more, deeper, I love you, and oh @#%$.
However, the one that he repeatedly used was what he thought was a German counterpart for: no!
"Nine! Nine! Nine!"
"Ja!", exclaimed Sister Brunhilda. Leaden tears of fulfillment appeared in her eyes. She came.
She released Dr Froyd from her German clutch. "Now, wasn't it fantastic, Herr Doktor? But why did you keep repeating that number all the time? Herr Doktor?"
The midget lay at her feet. A narrow stream of saliva flowed from the corner of his lips.
"Do you need help, Dr Freud? Water?"
"I could surely use... a BRAINWASH!", muttered Dr Freud, as loud as he could, looking fearfully at Brunhilda.
"Sure!"
She lifted Dr Froyd and stuck her big hand up his nose.
"Sister, that was just a metaphore!!!"
"A what?", asked Sister Brunhilda, after she took Dr Froyd's brain out, to wash it. "What did you say, Herr Doktor? What's a meta for? Oh well, I guess I will have to look that up in my great English-German dictionary"
She left the bleeding corpse and went to wash the sticky brain. She scrubbed and rubbed it clean and dry as if she had done that many times before. In fact she did. But never on humans. And, the part she never mastered was making it all work again.
She put the brain in place again, but neither reptiles, birds nor small mammals ever got up. She concluded they must have been too stupid. And humans were clever species, and she deemed Dr Froyd extremely clever.
After washing the brain with German precission, she put the brain back. Sadly, the rat-like eyes did not open, and the pale face didn't brighten up with a weasel smile.
"Mein Gott! I killed Dr Freud! Why? Why did you die, Herr Doktor?"
Dr Froyd remained silent as his lifeless body repeatedly hit the ground, clutched firmly by Sister Brunhilda's strong hands.
"Why? Why? Why?"


***


After he fell, Larry jumped up instantly, and started running forth. His legs were functioning, so he didn't moan about his hurting shoulder.
Shoulders weren't as crucial in running away from this place as feet were.
Soon, Larry dissapeared among the thick bushes.
The wild screams coming from the first floor of the asylum, as he concluded, meant that a bear broke into the building and was furiously devouring the patients.
Soon, he disappeared among the bushes. This did not stop him from running.
She continued struggling through through the dark hedges, for fear that the bear might still be hungry after consuming all the life that was in the asylum.
Worse still, the fiery animal could meet Sister Brunhilda and be expelled from the building by her, and would start seeking for food elsewhere, which might make him go larrywards.
He ran.
He ran for hours.
The sun went beneath the horizon, and appeared on the other side of the world the next morning. It took Larry over, at noon. In the evening, Larry concluded the chase of the sun is useless. He was no match for the great ball of fire.
Sun only needed to roll. It had no feet that would be killing it after a day of running. Larry had two of those. His peds hurt so much that he was sure they'd fall off soon and all he could use them for afterwards was self-worship, for a couple of days, before they'd start to decompose.
He hit himself on the head, as a punishment for those sick and silly thoughts. Severe dehydration and undernutrition doesn't justify madness!
He stayed away from human settlements. Somehow, he felt, that people - who couldn't usually be expected to be very hospitable - weren't going to like him. Not washed for days, his face and his hair made him look like a baffled banshee.
And, he fully realized that people weren't likely to believe that his strap-jacket was a new trend in fashion. So, continued, running across the infertile land where only the grim trees grew without complaint. He fed on some wild berries. They made him forget about hunger for a short while. Sometimes, they also made him forget who he was.
However, halucinations were nice at times. Yellow three-legged, human-like lizards were disgusting and weird only before he learned more about them. They were a likable company, all the more because of the temprary inability to contact humans on the part of Larry. But, after several hours, the yellow lizards disappeared, and the world wasn't nicely purple and pink any more.


***


He heard some sweet femal giggling in a distance. Of course, this could be because of those nice green mushrooms that he had the previous night for supper. He rushed towards the bushes from behind of wich the sweet melody was coming.
As he approached, he bowed, and finally crouched, and peered through the thicket. He saw a big pond, and in it three naked girls, bathing together.
"...so then she... shshshs..."
"Oh my! And, what happened next?"
"He then... shshsh..."
"Hahaha! Brilliant!"
"And yeah, then I came out, from a bush right behind them, and shshshsh"
"You're so evil, Sarah!"
The view made him salivate. He didn't even mind the girls' mindless babbling. He just couldn't resist.
He jumped from behind the bush and drank from the pond.
"Eek! A man, a man!"
"Eek!"
"Eek!"
"Eek! Eek!"
"A man!"
"A man! Eek! Eek!"
"Damn, where?", Larry exclaimed, terrified, and jumped back, disappearing into the bushes.
"No, stupid!", the naked girl yelled towards him. "We mean you!"
"Oh, that's a relief!"
He came out of his hide-out.
The three naked girls watched him, indecisively.
"Now that you saw us naked, you'll have to die!", one of them said.
"What are you talking about, Sarah? We don't do that? We just scare people!
"I actually haven't seen you naked. I just drank some water", Larry replied.
The three jumped up, stood upright, and uncovered their breasts for a short while.
"Now you have! Now we'll think of some punishment! What do you think about... erm... scratching his eyes out or something, Tara?"
"Give it a break, Lara! Now here's one fine guy that can give us plenty of pleasure, and all you can think of is torture and masacre! Are you a woman?"
"Erm... Yeah I guess so... You can touch my boob if you don't believe me"
"Erm", Larry interrupted. "Yeah exactly, are you a woman"
Lara looked furiously at him. Larry stepped back, as the infuriated naked woman walked on water to the shore of the pond.
"Erm"
Without a word, she took him by the head and forced his face between her ample breasts.
"Any doubt?"
Larry poked his tongue out and licked between them, and only then replied.
"N-no doubt! A woman you are! And these are the finest breasts I've ever seen", he said, holding and squashing her boob gently with his hand.
"We nymphs are babes, ain't we, huh?"
"You mean, you're a nymph? The... the fairy creature nobody believes in?"
"Yeah"
"But... but you're so real!" Larry, wanting to underline their genuineness, squashed her boob gently, again.
"Yeah! Real! And horny! Because, you know, it's kind of difficult to get a decent fvck when nobody believes in you..."
"I SO believe in you" Larry squashed both her boobs, tightly.
"You dude are gonna be so happy tonight!"
"I am, already"


***


The three nymphs led Larry to a clearing, deep in the forest, where nobody could find them. They seated their lover on a big flat stone, and sat around him - Sarah (the red-head) on the right, Lara (the blonde) and Tara (the olive-skinned brunette) on the left.
"But, before each of us gives herself to you, there's a procedure you have to go through"
"Oh man!", Larry whined "I KNEW there's gonna be a tricky part!"
"It's just a tradition, and we HAVE TO stick to it. The rules"
"And are these?"
"Well, in order to get each of us, you'll have to answer a question"
"Awww daaamn!"
"Don't worry, it's gonna be easy! We want sex as desperately as you do!"
"Erm... So there's no hook?"
"Erm, there is..."
"Fvck!"
"It's not THAT bad, either"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, if your answer is wrong, then you'll just have to lick our feet, and we'll fvck with you afterwards anyway"
"That actually sound nice!"
"So, you ready for the question"
"Fire away"
"What color is a grey horse", Lara asked, with horny gleam in her eyes.
"How am I supposed to know THAT?", Larry exclaimed, his eyes almost popping out.
"Awww it's easy!"
"It's not"
"We can't change the question now. But, we can give you slight hints"
"OK, I'll try..."
"What color is a... greeeeeeeey... horse"
"I give up. I'll never guess it"
"Is it really difficult?"
"Yes, very"
"Oh I guess we nymphs know little about human psyche... Oh well, you'll lick our feet a bit and then we'll fvck all night"
"Oh well", sighed Larry and suspiciously eagerly lay himself at Lara's feet. She handed (or should I said, footed) her beautiful peds to him. They were beautiful size 7's, with a nice round heel, a not very archy arch, and five round toes. They were pale, creamy, and cool. He could have been wrong, but he thought they smelled of cream. To check it, he placed her both feet on his face.
"Erm... What exactly are you doing there, mister?"
Larry moved Lara's heels apart, so that his lips were free and thus he was able to speak, while keeping the remaining parts of both feet on his face.
"I'm letting your feet get accustomed to my face"
"What for?"
"You see, you're a woman, so you require tenderness. So, instead of just eating your foot, I'll go slowly.You know, it's like a foreplay"
"Foreplay? What should THAT be?"
"Oh nevermind"
"But DO go on, this feels nice!"
Lara's feet rested on Larry's face, getting accustomed to its warmth. He inhaled deeply. Her feet did have this sweet creamy scent. Lara giggled and wiggled her toes.
The slight movement on Larry's forehead convinced him that it's time for Phase Two.
He took Lara's left foot, and, while keeping the right one where it was, started to kiss it.
First, he kissed the heel, then gave a long and passionate smacker to the big toe. Then, he pushed the right foot off his face, and held it in the air with his left hand, and lay her left foot across his face, so that he could chew on the instep, inch by inch, towards the heels and back, and then towards the ball.
All of a sudden, he poked his tongue out, and started making passionate pirouettes on the ball, and then with a swift slide went to the heel. He poked his tongue out as far as he could, so that the heel balanced on top of it. Then, he let go, and the heel dived into his waiting mouth.
"Gee, you do this as if you really liked it", Lara commented.
"I do! Who would resist feet such sweet as yours?"
"Awww", said Lara in a sweet, creamy tone, and pushed her toes into his lips, gently but insistedly. He received them with great hospitality, and the toungue - the host of the oral cavity - gave each of the five guests a hot bath, and a rub. Larry chewed on the creamy foot, looking into Lara's pleased eyes.
She stroked his cheek with her other foot, then combed his hair from his forehead. On his forehead, she drew small imaginary circles with her big toe. Then, she followed the contour of his eyebrows, and closed his eyes by stroking his eyelids gently. The creamy ball then stroked his cheek again.
Then, she took the chewed foot from his mouth, and put the other one in, while rubbing her wet toes dry in his hair.
"Isn't this taking too long?", Tara asked.
"Not at all!", Lara replied, in a sweet tone.
"My turn!", insisted Tara.
"Is not!"
"Oh yeah?", Tara stood up, and pierced Lara with hateful gaze.
Lara stood up, too, and they were standing opposite each other now, Larry between the feet of the two.
"Yeah!", Lara replied, pushing Tara back, and accidentally stepping on Larry's forehead with her right foot. She didn't step back until Tara pushed her a step away. Then, Tara herself stomped on Larry's mouth, and didn't back out either. And as the ladies were inventing new insults, Larry had a taste of Tara's foot.
It smelled and tasted of sweet cocoa, and was an adorable size eight. She rubbed it on his mouth, not really noticing she was stepping on him.
Then she stepped back. Larry was left on the ground, waiting.
That was when Sarah came in. The cute red-head entered, and, looking at her sisters, she stepped on Larry's face, pushing her toes into his nose. Her feet, pale on the upper side, had pink soles, and were size eight, too. They tasted of strawberry.
"Girls", she said "I'm sure there's some way to solve this problem. Let's... erm... I don't know... draw straws... or something..."
Yes, yes, think, think, girls! But take your time!
"How about: the one that drops dead gets nothing", Tara yelled, and rushed forth. She stepped on Larry's forehead this time.
"Bring it on!", Lara yelled back, and stepped forward, laying the ball of her foot on Larry's eye.
Larry was about to explode. He moaned in delight.
"Oh, you wanted to say something?"
"Erm, not reall... Yessss, yes I did! I wanted to say I can love the feet of you three all at once. No standing in lines. You all can have me.
"Awww!", they all said, in a sweet tone, and stroked his face with their soft, cool soles. Strawbery with cream and chocolate! The silky ambrosia of foot-loving gods.
This was heaven.


*to be continued*