A Chronicle of Foot Fetish Crimes

Author: shierzhiyan
First published on the forum on August 21, 2015
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【Foreword】: I've started a new project. I've written some foot fetish and rape-themed stories before, but
they always ended without a trace. The reason is that I always felt the pressure of starting a long story, and the brainpower required for a long story was too much
, so I often gave up. However, friends often contact me saying they still like this type of story and
hope I can continue writing.
So, after much reflection, I realized the main problem was the pressure of writing a long story. Therefore, this
time I've decided to change my approach. The specific plan is as follows:
1. 【Foot Fetish Sexual Crime Chronicles】 will not be a long story, but will consist of a series of short and medium-length stories,
each relatively independent (there may be some overlapping characters, but they are basically independent stories), and will generally
end within two to three stories, avoiding the problem of a long story starting strong and ending weakly, and reducing my own pressure.
2. A major feature of this series is that it will pursue realism and avoid wishful thinking (this is also my consistent style).
This means that many of the characters (mainly the victims) are real people, many of whom are
real people from the lives of fellow enthusiasts. Having real-life prototypes makes writing feel more authentic, and for real-world
enthusiasts, seeing these characters would be even more exciting and relatable. From this perspective, "The Foot Fetish Crime Chronicles" is more like
a parallel world, a world where enthusiasts can fantasize about scenarios impossible in our real world.
3. Following my personal taste, this series will primarily focus on foot fetishes, sock fetishes, and shoe fetishes combined with rape. I hope
everyone enjoys this series.
4. Some plot holes I've created before might be filled here in a novella format (such as Cheng Xin and
Yin Wen in "Nightmare of Sin").
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The city of B, just past the start of autumn, hasn't yet shaken off the summer heat, but the weather is exceptionally fine.
Although it's twenty kilometers from the city center, it's unusually bustling because it's one of B's important transportation hubs
and the largest international airport in North China.
Planes take off, taxi, and land in an orderly fashion under the control of the dispatch tower. Zhang Yimeng sat in her seat
, gazing absently at the ground through the window. As the plane descended, the houses, cars
, and pedestrians on the ground grew increasingly larger.
This was a flight that had taken off from California, USA, and after a journey of over ten hours, they were finally about to reach their destination
.
Suddenly, the flight attendant's sweet voice came through the cabin: "Dear passengers, our plane is about to land at
B City International Airport. Please double-check that your seatbelts are fastened and your mobile phones are switched off. After landing, the plane
will taxi for a period of time. Please keep your seatbelts fastened and do not turn on your mobile phones during this period until the seatbelt indicator
light goes out. Thank you for your support during this journey. On behalf of the flight crew, I would like to express
my gratitude to everyone. We look forward to seeing you on our flights again. Goodbye!"
Then the flight attendant repeated the announcement in English. Yimeng glanced at her watch; it was exactly 4:30 PM.
Terminal 1 was bustling with people. Yimeng, pulling a small black leather suitcase, slowly walked out of the gate. She
had long, flowing hair dyed a light chestnut brown, large eyes, and a slightly round face. While
not conventionally beautiful, Yi Meng possessed a unique
气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance or aura) cultivated through her long immersion in academia and the engineering world, giving her a refreshingly elegant air. Her clear, large eyes, in particular, were intelligent
and full of curiosity.
Yi Meng wore a simple pink t-shirt, light blue jeans, and dark blue Converse sneakers—
a typical engineering student's attire.
She arrived at the waiting area and, while queuing for a taxi, happily talked on the phone. On the other end of the line
was her new husband, Gao Tian. They had dated for a long time. Later, while Yi Meng was pursuing her doctorate in the United States, Gao Tian was in China
. During that time, Yi Meng had many suitors, but she already had someone she loved. Finally, this spring,
they tied the knot, a happy ending for the lovers.
"Don't worry, I'll take a taxi directly to the hotel later. The hotel is already booked!" "Yi Meng
said gently .
Just then, they reached the front of the queue. Yi Meng waved to the taxi driver and said, "I'm
getting in now. I'll call you when we get to the hotel. Bye!"
The car sped towards B City. Yi Meng looked at the familiar scenery of her homeland outside the window, a warm
smile spreading across her face.
It should be said that Yi Meng was considered a prodigy by many. She first studied computer science at Kyoto University in Japan
. Then, with excellent grades, she was admitted to Carnegie Mellon University
for a combined Master's and PhD program. During her PhD, she transferred to Cornell under her advisor and obtained her Ph.D. During this time,
she published many excellent papers in the fields of computer vision, pattern recognition, and machine learning,
achieving remarkable results in the traditionally male-dominated field of computer science. After graduation, she went directly to G Company in Silicon Valley, engaging in
research and program development related to pattern implementation.
Although she had achieved considerable success in the United States, Yi Meng was not a native-born American, and culture shock
still lingered. With the booming internet industry in China in recent years, Yi Meng had been considering returning home.
Recently, a headhunter from overseas contacted her, recommending a senior machine learning
expert position at a Chinese internet company. Yi Meng found it very interesting and took leave to return to China for the interview.
Due to rush hour, traffic was extremely congested after entering the city, and she didn't arrive at the hotel until after 7 pm.
Entering her room, Yi Meng was exhausted, but she carefully put away her suitcase and took out the hotel
slippers to change. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yi Meng slowly untied her shoelaces, took off her canvas shoes, revealing
her feet clad in thin white cotton socks. She hadn't taken off her shoes for 15 hours since she got up.
With her cotton socks damp at the soles, Yimeng simply took them off as well. After removing her shoes and socks, her
feet felt a huge weight lifted. She put on her slippers, put the socks inside her discarded canvas shoes, and neatly placed them in the corner of the room.
After letting her husband and parents know she had arrived safely, Yimeng stood up and looked for something in the room. A moment later, she found
the room's room service menu. She glanced at it, picked up the room phone, and dialed a number: "Hello! Please
send a C-style light meal set to room 1706, thank you!" After ordering, she sat down at her desk, turned on her computer, and continued reading a 　　paper on deep learning theory that
she hadn't finished on the plane. Over the years, studying had become second nature to her. 　　A moment later, there was a knock at the door. Yimeng got up and opened it. A male waiter in a uniform 　　stood in the doorway carrying a tray. 　　"Please come in!" Yimeng smiled and invited the waiter in. 　　The male waiter nodded politely, then went inside and 　　neatly arranged the main course, side dishes, coffee, cutlery, and hot towels from the light meal on the table. 　　Looking at the still-steaming food, Yimeng suddenly felt hungry. She stretched, yawned, 　　glanced at the waiter, and gave him a grateful smile. The waiter finished setting the table, picked up the empty tray, and prepared 　　to leave. As he turned, he noticed Yimeng's canvas shoes in the corner and a pair of white socks tucked inside 　　. A strange look flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and Yimeng, focused on her food , 　　clearly didn't notice. 　　With a hint of reluctance, the waiter bowed: "Hello! Please enjoy your meal!" 　　"Thank you!" Yimeng returned the bow with a slight bow. Years of living and studying in Japan 　　had made Yimeng more polite than most people in certain ways. 　　The waiter was a little surprised. After all, he had been a waiter for over a year, and no customer had ever bowed to him in gratitude 　　. He was already being polite by not acting like a boss. He glanced at the intelligent and gentle girl in front of him. Seeing 　　Yi Meng looking at him curiously, the waiter nodded awkwardly, said goodbye, and quickly left. 　　After the waiter left, Yi Meng closed the door, looked at the food on the table, and her mouth watered. So she turned on the TV and 　　enjoyed her meal while watching a variety show. 　　Outside the window, it was completely dark. 　　City B was huge, so huge that it was hard to believe it was a city. The luxury business hotel where Yi Meng was staying was located in the 　　heart of the commercial district, a bustling metropolis with throngs of cars and flashing neon lights. But 20 kilometers south of the hotel 　　, the scene was completely different. 　　Here, various mixed-use commercial and residential buildings were densely packed, crooked and clearly lacking any unified planning. 　　Various food stalls and vendors occupying the road make the already narrow streets even more difficult to navigate. This is 　　a large residential area in the southern suburbs of B City, where countless people who have drifted to B City rent apartments, pursuing their dreams and yearning 　　for the future. 　　Compared to the city center, the security situation here is also very worrying. It is common to see shirtless, sleazy-looking 　　men walking around, even whistling at pretty girls passing by when there are few people around. In 　　front of many shops along the roadside that advertise "hair washing" and "health care," there are always several scantily clad women standing around, 　　occasionally giving men passing by suggestive glances. 　　A black Highlander drove through the puddles left by the rain a few days ago, entered a residential area, and 　　after several turns, finally stopped behind a commercial building. A man in his fifties got out of the car, half of his head bald 　　, revealing a shiny bald head. The designer shirt he wore looked cheap on his obese body. 　　He gestured for the driver to go back first, then followed a burly, crew-cut young man into the building. 　　This man was Ge Dayong, a southerner who had made a small fortune a few years ago trading building materials. Later 　　, he speculated in real estate in B City, only to be caught in the city's real estate boom and become rich overnight. He then started a company, but he 　　lacked leadership skills, leaving it to a few professional managers while he spent his money on drinking 　　, gambling, and prostitution, associating with many disreputable people. 　　The elevator stopped on the 8th floor. Ge Dayong pushed open the door at the end of the corridor. It was a simply furnished room 　　with only a few sofas, cabinets, and a television, along with some eating utensils. 　　There were two other people inside: a muscular, tattooed man in a black t-shirt, and an 　　older-looking middle-aged man of average build but with a sinister gaze. As soon as Ge Dayong entered, he impatiently 　　asked, "How did it go? Did you get it?" His expression was full of eagerness. 　　The middle-aged man didn't get up, gave a cold laugh, and tilted his head. The tattooed man beside him understood and pushed open the door to a bedroom 　　, gesturing for Ge Dayong to enter. 　　Ge Dayong stepped into the room and, upon seeing the reflection, his eyes suddenly lit up, filled with primal, animalistic desire. He could 　　n't help but grin, revealing uneven, yellowed teeth. 　　The room contained only a bed and a cabinet, with a light on. On the bed lay a young girl. Her hands 　　were bound behind her back, and her entire body was tied to the metal frame of the bed frame from the waist up with rope. She sat against the headboard, 　　her legs unbound, knees bent and curled. 　　The girl appeared to be around 20 years old, with long, undyed, unpermed black hair, no makeup, and 　　black-rimmed glasses. She wore a pale yellow chiffon blouse, through which a white bra could be vaguely seen 　　. She wore a white gauze skirt that covered her knees 　　, revealing her fair calves and feet in flat peep-toe shoes—white with light blue trim. The girl wasn't wearing socks; her skin 　　was smooth and delicate. Two pale toes, painted with blue nail polish, peeked out from the opening of her shoes. 　　Her hair was slightly disheveled, her features delicate, and she had a scholarly air about her. There seemed to be 　　traces of tears on her face. 　　Seeing someone enter, the girl flinched, instinctively shrinking back. Because her mouth was taped shut, she 　　could only make muffled sounds, her eyes filled with pleading and fear. 　　Ge Dayong stared at the girl, drool practically dripping from his mouth. He strode towards her with a lewd expression, 　　glancing at her face, then her chest, before quickly fixing his gaze on her feet.

"You little slut, I've been wanting these little feet so much!" Ge Dayong said, reaching out to touch the girl's leg. The girl
shook her head and pulled her leg back, whimpering desperately. Just then, the tattooed man behind her grabbed
Ge Dayong's hand: "You've inspected the goods. Cash on delivery, let's not break the rules of the underworld."
Ge Dayong, his lust raging, was furious at being interrupted: "Didn't I already give you the deposit? I
came alone today, so I can't carry cash. You'll definitely get your money back. Don't you trust me, Ge Dayong?"
Just then, a middle-aged man's voice came from the living room: "Boss Ge, a regular customer, I'm at ease . Rat,
come out, don't get in the way of Boss Ge's pleasure!"
Rat walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.
Ge Dayong's lewd gaze lingered on the girl again and again, like a wolf looking at a helpless
lamb. The girl shrank back desperately, tears welling up in her eyes.
Ge Dayong approached slowly. The girl instinctively closed her eyes and turned her face away, but then felt the tape on her mouth
being ripped off. After a brief numbness, the girl felt her breathing become much easier.
"Who, who are you? What do you want?" the girl asked tremblingly.
"Little beauty, don't you recognize me?" Ge Dayong brought his face closer.
The girl had been too focused on fear, but now that she was a little calmer, she recognized Ge Dayong's face: "It's you?
You pervert!"
Seeing that the girl recognized him, Ge Dayong looked smug.
The girl's name was Lin Haiman, a graduate student at a university in B city. Half a year ago, Lin Haiman interned at a company.
At the company's party, Ge Dayong was invited as a VIP client. At the party, Ge Dayong saw the poised and
elegant Lin Haiman and took a liking to her. Even after Haiman clearly stated that she had a boyfriend, he continued to harass
her. Helpless, Haiman resigned from the company, but Ge Dayong continued to harass her at the school.
What disgusted Hyman most was that Ge Dayong frequently sent her text messages
criticizing her clothing, especially her feet and shoes, saying he masturbated every day thinking about her. Hyman didn't like wearing stockings in the summer, always going barefoot in
sandals or single shoes. Every time Ge Dayong saw this, he would urge her to wear flesh-colored stockings, offering to buy her
worn stockings and shoes.
No matter how much she blocked him or he changed her number, Ge Dayong always managed to get her new number and continue harassing her. Hyman, in desperation,
reported him to the police, but because Ge Dayong himself didn't take any action, and given his private connections, the matter was eventually dropped
. After that, Ge Dayong quieted down for a while, until recently when Hyman got
the opportunity to go to National Taiwan University as an exchange student. If all goes well, Hyman won't return to B City.
This was originally a good opportunity to get rid of Ge Dayong, but somehow Ge Dayong found out. He
texted Lin Haiman saying that before leaving, she had to wear flesh-colored stockings and leave the shoes and stockings with him, otherwise he
would get Lin Haiman no matter what, and he would make her wear flesh-colored stockings and be possessed by him.
Although Lin Haiman was terrified, she thought that she was leaving soon and felt that Ge Dayong had no chance. Today
was her last day in B City. On her way back from handling some procedures, she was kidnapped. "What are you doing! What are you doing!" Haiman shouted 　　as she moved her foot back
, looking at Ge Dayong staring at her feet . 　　"Damn it, you little slut. I've been wanting these little feet for so long!" After saying that, he grabbed one of Lin Haiman's feet, 　　took off the shoe, and put his face close to smell and lick it. A faint scent of sweat, the fragrance of a young girl's feet, and the leather of her shoes wafted 　　over, the subtle saltiness of her soles stimulating Ge Dayong's taste buds, making his already erect penis even 　　harder, the sight of it throbbing painfully against his trousers. 　　"Ah! What are you doing! Let me go! Let me go!" Hyman screamed, desperately trying to pull her 　　foot back, but it was held firmly. Instinctively, she raised her other foot and kicked Ge Dayong hard 　　, sending him sprawling to the ground in pain. 　　Hyman quickly curled up, hugging her knees, tears of humiliation streaming down her face. 　　"Ouch, damn it." Ge Dayong rubbed his cheek as he got up. "Fine, you little slut 　　, it's one thing to act all high and mighty all the time, but now you're pretending to be innocent with me, Ge Dayong. Today I'll fuck your 　　cunt good, then I'll fuck you to death." " 　　Having said that, Ge Dayong began to undress, soon revealing his distorted naked body, covered in bumps, thick 　　body hair, and reeking of alcohol and stench—enough to make any woman feel disgusted. 　　Hyman desperately tried to break free of the ropes binding her, but to no avail. 　　"Brother Leopard, get two of your men to come help!" Ge Dayong shouted outside. A moment later, Haozi and 　　the crew-cut man entered. The crew-cut man, nicknamed Sanhun, and Haozi were both Brother Leopard's close henchmen. 　　"Come on, grab this slut's feet, I'm going to fuck her hooves to death." 　　Before the words were finished, Sanhun and Haozi menacingly approached Hyman. 　　"What are you doing! Get out! Get out! Don't touch me! Get away!" Hyman cried and kicked desperately, but quickly 　　both her feet were grabbed by Sanhun and Haozi respectively. Sanhun pressed her bare feet tightly to the bed, while Haozi grabbed her 　　shoe-clad feet, lifting them into the air and gripping her ankles tightly. Hyman could only slightly twist her ankles but couldn't move. Seeing Hyman unable to resist, Ge Dayong, satisfied, leaned in and 　　licked Hyman's toes through the opening of 　　her peep-toe shoe with his thick tongue . 　　"Get out! You pervert! You filthy scoundrel! Get away!" Hyman shouted, but her feet remained firmly planted. 　　After licking for a while, Ge Dayong gestured for Haozi to lower her feet. He stood on tiptoe, aiming his engorged, red glans 　　at the peep-toe of Hyman's shoe, trying to force it into the sole. 　　"Ah! Pervert! You bastards! Let me go! Waaah! Someone, help me!" Hyman 　　cried out in humiliation. This only excited Ge Dayong more. Because the opening of the peep-toe shoes wasn't very spacious, Ge Dayong 　　struggled to squeeze his penis between Hyman's foot and the sole of the shoe. He grabbed Hyman's ankle, signaling to Haozi that he 　　could let go. 　　"You pervert! You bastard! Someone help me! Waaah!" Hyman's voice was already hoarse from crying. 　　Ge Dayong excitedly grabbed Hyman's foot, rubbing it back and forth. On one side was the warm, smooth sole of the young girl's foot, on the other 　　the sole of the leather sandal, both ends tightly gripping Ge Dayong's glans, rubbing back and forth.

"Ah...ah..." Ge Dayong felt an unbelievable sense of satisfaction: "Damn...this slut, I
fuck...I can't take it anymore, damn it, her feet are fucking better than other people's cunts...ah...fuck..."
Ge Dayong enjoyed it with his eyes closed. Hyman sobbed, watching helplessly as her feet were forced to
perform footjobs on this disgusting man in front of her, powerless to do anything about it.
In just over a minute, Ge Dayong's body convulsed violently, and a thick white liquid
seeped from the soles of Hyman's feet. Ge Dayong felt an ecstatic pleasure, while Hyman felt a hot current rushing into the space
between her soles and shoes, even dripping onto her legs and skirt. Then came the sticky feeling and
the nausea that made her feel nauseous, along with an indescribable humiliation.

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