"Freeze, Lawrence" Part 4

By NomadSole

Have you ever felt happy? Like, really happy? Do tell me how it fells. But, have you ever felt TOO happy? Happy all the time, and knowing that this happiness could last for as long as you live. And fearing that you've had enough. That somehow, your ability to enjoy it is steadily decreasing. Shrinking. Becoming limp and lifeless...


***


"Have you seen Larry today, Tara?"
"I thought he was with you, Lara!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"That bitch Sarah probably took him and hid him to have him all for herself!"
"Yeah, let's go find her, and kick her!"
So they went. Lara's white soles glistened in the morning sun, wet with morning dew. Tara's cocoa feet followed Lara's foot-steps. As they walked on water, tadpoles tickled their soles playfully, and nibbled on their toes. This felt nice, but also tickled, so Lara and Tara sort of danced on the water, wanting to avoid the tickling, and at the same time adoring every second of it.
Perhaps too much... Lara twisted and twirled, and suddenly tripped over a small wave, and twisted her ankle. She sat on the dark surface of the lake, and cried.
"Awww, my poor thing!" Tara said, crouching beside her, on the dark plain of the water. "Let me see!"
She took Lara's foot, and looked at it, from toes to heel.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, gently squeezing her heel.
"No, not really... It's the other one."
"Oh!"
Tara put Lara's white foot in her lap, and took the other one.
"Oww!" the blonde whined.
Tara stared at her friend's ankle for a few seconds. If her eyes weren't black, one would easily see her pupils widened.
She pressed the ankle gently to her lips.
"Still hurts?" she asked.
"N-no... Why did you do that for?"
"Don't know... I just felt like doing it... Sorry..."
"Don't get me wrong... I enjoyed that! I wouldn't mind if you repeated that!"
Tara smiled at her, and gave a long, passionate smacker to Lara's white ankle. She kept her hot, cocoa lips pressed firmly against Lara's soft, creamy ankle. She then started chewing on it, with her eyes closed. Just when it seemed she'd grown tired of it, as she stopped caressing Lara's ankle with her lips, she began to lick it. Gently, as if it was an ice-cream.
"Ah!"
"What? What?"
"Nothing, nothing, keep on... Or... You know, my feet are all sore..."
"They are?... Poor you..." Tara said, and stroked the top of her blonde friend's foot.
Lara coughed.
"Awww, sore throat, honey?" the cocoa-skinned nymph asked.
"No, silly! This was the 'go on' kinda cough!"
"OH!"
Lara's white foot contrasted with Tara's brown face in terms of color, but when it comes to love, they were the perfect match. Tara's lips fit to every square centimeter of her friend's sole. Her cheeks were a perfect place for the instep to rest on.
"Suck them!" Lara whispered. "Suck my toes!"
"Poor You, what did happen to them?"
"Errr... They... Umm... OK, I just want you to suck my toes..."
"Sounds fine to me! You know, I've always thought your toes were so... suckable."
"Yes, that's what I always thought, too! And you know what, I have long dreamed that you do what you're doing now. I thought: my, would I be hapy if I could push my lovable feet down the throat of that chocolate slut..."
"Yeah and I..."
"Oh gosh, stob babbling, and suck them"
Saying this, Lara pushed her almond toes into Tara's caramel lips. The chocolate nymph swallowed the creamy toes, then released them, to clasp around them again, after a second. She chewed and sucked on them as though they were vanilla lollipops. She popped them in and out of her mouth. She licked their undersides, each at a time, and them slid from the big toe to the baby toe. Then she nibbled on them. Lara playfully pushed them in Tara's nose, and Tara responded to the teasing, sniffing the white toes, and pushing her tongue between them.
"Oh baby! Oh baby!"
"What, baby?"
"If you stop sucking, I'll kill you"
"Awww, that's sweet!"
"I MEAN IT"
"Hey girls!", Sarah shouted, at a distance. "What are you doing there?"
Tara and Lara sat on the water, two metres (which equalls, six feet) away from eachother, combed their hair, and tried to look innocent. But the fiery blushes on Lara's cheeks, and tons of fresh saliva on her feet and Tara's face spoke louder than words.
"Ah, haha, somebody here has been playing, eh?"
"Yeah, while you took Larry to have him all for yourself, bitch!"
"I did NOT!"
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe he just left us, girls..."
"Are you KIDDING? Leave us? A guy leaving three chicks with never-ending lust for sex?"
"Perhaps he wanted something more?"
"Like what? To talk? Mwahaha!"
"The fact is, he's gone, and we're horny, and dildos haven't been invented yet"
"So what do you suggest we do now", Tara asked, with despair impressing a wrinkle on her forehead.
"Well, we still have eachother... And you girls have mighty fine bodies, if you asked me"
"Yeah, well, so do you, Sarah"
"And this thing that Larry taught us... We should cherish that lesson"
"You mean... Which one... The 'Don't scratch people's eyes out just coz they saw your boobs' one?"
"No, honey, the one that you two have been practicing here without me, a second ago"
"Yes, cherish the memories, babe! Suck the memories and lick their undersides like there was no tomorrow!"
Tara pressed her foot square against Sarah's face. She rubbed her instep on Sarah's pink lips. Sarah then took the chocolate foot, and licked it from heel to toe, and back. She chewed on the instep, then moved to the ball, and chewed on, and massaged it with her soft, pink tongue.
"Hey girl, what are you waiting for?", Tara said to Lara. "I have TWO feet, and you have a mouth one of them could use"
Lara eagerly took her piece of chocolate, and pushed it in her mouth. She chewed on the whole foot as though it was a large ice-cream covered in caramel. The ice-crean wiggled its toes in her mouth, which made Lara's experience of Tara's feet all the more fabulous. For some more time, cream and strawberry worshipped the chocolate. Then, they switched. Strawberry found it extremely pleasing to have chocolate beneath her right foot, while cream licked the top of her left, and between the toes.
After two hours, they dropped, powerless, limp, and trembling. Sarah fell asleep, using Lara's foot a pillow, while Lara used Tara's big toe as her baby soother.
Larry was no longer needed.


***


Larry ran away. Yes. A guy ran away from three nymphs. This was the weirdest thing to do. He just couldn't take his happiness. More precisely, it was Mr Penis that couldn't. He was so sick and tired he couldn't vomit but a droplet of sperm. It's been three weeks. Three weeks of eating berries, roots, mushrooms and toes. Three weeks of endless sex between meals. He wasn't just tired. He was exhausted, limp, trembling, dehydrated, and underweight.
He dropped dead by the road.
"Mommy, there's a boy by the road, with... with meat sticking out of his zipper..."
"Goodness, shut your eyes, Mary! Henry, hold the horses! We have to help this young lad, for he seems to be of noble origin. We have to help him, and hide his penis, too..."
"And, mother, hide that piece of meat, too"
"Yes, yes, my dear! HENRY!"
The man and the woman, both approximating their fourties, got off their carriage, took Larry, and threw him somewhat brutally on the back of it. Then they drove away.
"My, what a sweet, juicy youngster... It would be a great pity if he died..."
"Yes, Anne, it would. We have to save this boy!"
They drove away, laughing.


***


"...where... where am I?"
A woman sat next to his bed, and watched him - in a somewhat unusual way. She was pale, but not thin. She was... perfect. Her face was perfectly chiseled, with traits not too gentle, and not too strong. Prominent, red lips. And big, big, round, rrrround green eyes. She licked her lips, and said, after a second of hesitation:
"Welcome... to the gothic castle of the Van Pyres"
"Is it me or did you just say...?", asked Larry.
"Oh, I understand your confusion... Yes indeed, you're right, this castle is not really gothic. It's just an old mansion deep in the forrest, pretty secluded, no one comes here, and there's little sun here. So, I guess it's pretty gothic... And besides, doesn't that sound good... the gothic castle of Van Pyres!"
"Oh yes, indeed! One might think you are some unpleasant and scary people"
"Mwahahahahaha NONSENSE!"
"Cough! Un-undoubtedly!"
"Oh my, are you allright?"
"Yes, yes, just a little bit hungry. Haven't eaten for day... just fu..."
"Oh I see, just 'fu'. Perhaps, if you don't mind, you could join me and my family to dinner. There won't be anything special, but at least we don't have any 'fu' "
"Gladly, madam"
"Splendid. Oh before I go, I'd like to know who you are, young sire"
"I'm not a foot fetishist... I mean, I'm Lawrence Freeze"
"Oh I see..."
Lady Anne smiled slightly, and left the room. In a strangely quiet way. As though her feet didn't touch ground. And Larry wanted so much to hear the sound of her feet pressing against the carpet.
Larry fell back on the pillows. He looked around the room. There was hardly anything to look at, and it was dark enough to discourage a cat from trying to make out any details. The curtains covered the windows, and anyway, there was hardly any light getting in through the thicket outside. All he could see was that the curtains were red. Either the Van Pyres were good people with very bad taste, or the weren't good people.
"Lawrence, Lawrence! Please come down, dinner's ready!", said Lady Anne, standing at the door of Larry's room, not entering.
"Yes, madam", Larry shouted back. "I shall be there, right away. Yet, I have nothing to to wear"
"Oh do not worry, come down as you are!"
"As you wish, madam"


***


The table was not what you would expect to find in a noble family's living room. Instead of being rectangular and thirty foot long, it was round. Three seats were taken, and one was awaiting Larry's buttocks. As Larry walked down the stairs, the dining family watched him all the time. When he approached the table, they smiled shyly at him. Lord Henry pointed to the chair with his hand, invitingly.
The dinner was not much of a feast. There was a roasted... some winged creature... it was very likely it was a crow.
"Please, help yourself to the chicken, my lad", Lady Anne said, seeing doubt - if not revulsion - in Larry's eyes.
There was also some fresh bread, with butter next to it, some grapes, several apples.
And wine. Four bottles of wine. Quite oddly, even the young Mary had one in front of her, with a big glass next to it. The room was dark, and lit by a single candle on the table, and as far as Larry could tell, the daughter of the family was no older than thirteen. Her hair was tied up in a pony-tail.
"Erm... So..."
"Lawrence, please, this is a dinner... One should not talk during a meal"
They went on to eat. Larry touched barely anything. Soon there was nothing left, and the Van Pyres' bottles of wine were empty.
"Did you enjoy your food, Lawrence?"
"Erm... Yes, indeed"
"Now, why don't we have some music?"
"Great! You mean you have a stereo? Hey do you have the latest cd of Britney Spears?"
"Why no, this is the beginning of 19th century! What I mean it, my husband will play violins, and our daughter Mary will show us her skill in tap-dance!"
"Oh I see!"
Lord Henry brought his old violins, and Mary went to the middle of the room. The show began.
After just fifty seconds, Larry was sure of two things. One; Lord Henry should be forbidden to play violins under the penalty of death. Two: no matter Mary's age, her feet must meet his lips. She was absolutely awesome. Her heels and toes hit the polished ground repeatedly at an unbelievable speed, with sexy taps. In thirty seconds, her feet managed a thousand taps. He only heard the sound, and only occassionaly got a glimpse of her black shoes, as they hid in the shadow of her long, black gown. He knew had to meet the stars of this evening tonight!
"Bravo!", he exclaimed when Mary finished, and clapped his hands. He did that the way the hollywood producers will do, a century later. The 'meet me in my hotel room tonight and we'll discuss your future carreer' way.


***


When he heard knockings on his door, he was sure who that would be. He was pleased to see that in fact it was Mary. As she walked up to Larry's bed, Sir Penis grew larger. She wore a white night-gown, and her hair wasn't tied. It was black, wavy and reached her buttocks.
"Hello there, little girl"
"Dude, don't call me little girl or I'll kick you where it really really hurts"
"Whoahoho, where did you learn to speak like that. Little girls don't..."
"Dude, do little girls have tits like these?"
"Wha...? OH MY GOODNESS!!!"
"Now, I came to have sex with you"
"But... but you're thirteen or something... That'd be pedophilia!"
"I'm older than you think"
"Thirteen-and-a-half?"
"Be serious with me, or you won't get to suck on my feet!"
"WHAT???"
"Isn't that what you want?"
"What makes you think so?"
"For five minutes, you've been staring at my feet while I was dancing and you haven't blinked but once! Now how will you explain that?"
"Erm... I was fascinated!"
"Yeah right! Now, my dirty foot-slave, get on the floor and kiss my feet"
"How cute!", Larry said and giggled.
Mary seized him by the throat and threw him to the ground. She stepped on his head with her beautiful size five.
"Now, will you be nice?", she asked.
"Yes, mistress!", he replied.
"Good, slave. Now, lick my toes, dog!"
Larry kneeled at her feet, and with her right foot still on his head, he started to lick her tiny toes. They were white and cool.
"Now, between the toes. I haven't washed them tonight, so it's your job"
There was little gunk between those gorgeous, adolescent toes. They had this hard scent of feet that have made some effort, which was anything but wrong.
"Yes, that's it... Now, on your back, filthy dog!"
"Yes, mistress!"
She stood right above him. She placed her foot across his face, and arched it so that it all touched his face. He loved the way her little toes wiggled riht below his eye. She rubbed her firm yet delicate instep on his cheeks, then. Then, the ball of her foot rested on his lips.
"Kiss", she hissed.
He gave her sweet, tender sole a warm kiss. A loving, long kiss. He kissed it once, twice... She demanded: more, harder... Her foot danced on his face, as she demanded him to kiss each of her toes, then the ball, then the heel, and the instep.
Then, she stood above him, indecissive. She lifted her right foot, and dangled it over Larry's face for a few second. He marvelled at the beauty of the small ped. He scrutinized the five toes, then slid from the ball, down the arch, to the heel, and back.
The foot slid into his lips. The toes wiggled on his tongue, and tickled palate. Mary pushed on, until half of her foot was in Larry's mouth. Then she pulled back a bit, and then again pushed the tight, little, muscular foot back, deeper.
Larry exploded. There was a wet circle visible on his clothes.
"Well, slave, you were good. Now, you shall get a good-night kiss"
Larry, with his eyes half-shut, was preparing to receive a kiss. But, due to the lack of oxygen in his brain, his thinking processes were slow. And so was his ability to perceive things. Things obvious. Like, fiery red eyes. Fiery red eyes mean nothing good.
Neither do long, sharp tusks.
"Die, mortal", Mary hissed, as she saw Larry come to.
"Argh!"
"Sssssssss"
"AAAARGH!!!"
"SSSSS...COUGH-COUGH-COUGH!!!"
"What the...!!!"
Mary's eyes widened. But not as though she was extremely sexually aroused. Her eyes looked as though they were to pop out any second. This could be attributed to a wooden peg with a sharpened ending, sticking out of her neck. And several more, that pierced her young body, one after the other, within a fraction of a second.
Mary fell to the ground. And vaporized, which was accompanied by some fire.
"Freeze!", someone shouted, breaking in to the room through the window.
"Yes it's me!"
"I mean, don't move"
"Oh ok... Can I ask a question?"
"Shoot"
"Yeah, and you don't shoot... Why did you kill her?"
"Because she was a vampire!"
"Well, I thought there was something wrong about her... but I'd never think..."
"Dude, her name is Mary Van Pyre! Doesn't that rings the bell?"
"Is Mary some typical vampire name?"
"What the hell is going on here?", Mr and Mrs Van Pyre asked, running into the room.
"Madam, sir, it's terrible! Your daughter was a vampire!"
"You idiot!", the mysterious woman shouted. "They're vampires, too!"
Several cross-bow shots could be heard in the darkness. Red light of the Van Pyres' eyes died.
Lawrence felt a hand clutch at his wrist, and was dragged out of the room.
"Is there any Grandma Van Pyre I don't know about?", the girl asked.
"No, I don't think so... Who the hell are You?"


*to be continued*