1.

In the shadowy depths of 1918’s New York City, the lingering ghosts of the Great
War haunted its cobblestone streets like an unshakable specter. Amidst the dimly
lit tenements and towering edifices that cast their long shadows across the
city, a melancholic tune hung heavy in the air – a mournful serenade to lost
lives and shattered dreams.

The people of this metropolis were as diverse as they were damaged, each
carrying within them the weight of both triumph and despair. From the haunted
eyes of returning soldiers, their souls forever scarred by the horrors of war,
to the weary gaze of the factory workers, their hands stained with the grime of
endless labor – there existed a shared burden that unified them all.

The streets themselves were prone to contrasts; the glittering opulence of Fifth
Avenue’s mansions stood in stark juxtaposition to the squalor of the Lower East
Side’s tenement buildings, where shadows held court and secrets festered like
wounds left untreated. The scent of garlic and onion wafted from open windows, a
grim reminder that even in the face of tragedy, life must go on.

As twilight cast its pall over this city, one thing was clear: New York in 1918
was a place of shadows and secrets, of grief and resilience. It was a noir
canvas, painted in the dark hues of betrayal and longing – a world where hope
often felt like an elusive mirage, shimmering just beyond reach. And yet, a
midst the despair, there remained a glimmer of light – a flicker of defiance
that whispered: we shall not be broken.

In the dusky shadows of New York’s somber streets, a young man tread carefully,
his overcoat shielding him from the biting cold and concealing the weighty bags
that hung heavy in his hands. With his head bowed low and a fedora cast
ominously across his brow, he moved through this world like an apparition – a
ghost haunting the very place he once called home.

The young man was in his mid-twenties, the ravages of war etched deep within the
lines of his face. The name of the young man was ‘Jack Crow’.

He strolled down the street, and casually arrived at a small park. As Jack
wandered through the park, he came across a playground where the children from
the orphanage across the street used to go to play.

The playground was empty, with nobody around, saved by two little girls seated
on a wooden bench. He looked at the girls. The older one, Svetlana, was just
seven years old, with a long beautiful blonde mane, while her younger sister,
Anya, was barely five years old, and had the most captivating blue eyes he had
ever see. They were sitting on a bench in the park, both of them barefoot, her
little feet dangling above the ground, they were enjoying the first rays of the
morning.

The two little girls looked adorable, like little dolls, but Jack’s eyes were
immediately drawn to their dangling little feet. He was hypnotized at the sight
of the cute toes, the tiny toenails, the curve arches, and the smooth-looking
soles.

Once he was unlocked from his flabbergasted state, he go around, and recalling
his training he went on his back, began crawling toward the girls. He appeared
from under the bench, he was acting on pure instinct, not even thinking, he
grabbed Svetlana’s ankle and began to lick the little girl sole. It was
incredibly smooth and with a salty delicious taste. Both girls looked at the man
under them with eyes and mouth wide opened, nonetheless they stare in silence
shock cause neither of them uttered a cry or a sound. So Jack enjoyed the
worship of the little foot at his leisure, sucking the toes like delightful
caramels, even passing his tongue in between the toes. His tongue danced across
the girl’s sole and heel. At the same time he was suffering a powerful hard-on,
threatening with burst out his pants. He finally let the ankle go, the little
foot was covered with his saliva. He turned to fish Anya’s ankle, but Svetlana,
once seeing herself free, took her sister by her hand and hauled her. “Run!
Anya!” cried the older sister, both barefoot girls darted running over the green
grass across the park and went inside the orphanage, looking a refuge from their
foot-licking pervert.

2.

It was midnight, Jack was sitting on a table of a dark bar, sipping some
whiskey, thinking about the little blonde girls, he didn’t know he has a foot
fetish until yesterday morning at the park.

He sipped the whiskey, the salty taste of Svetlana little soles was lingering in
his tongue, he got hard, just thinking about it. He wondered about feet, most
adult people have ugly, gross feet, on the other hand, those little feet of the
girls were so cute, pretty, beautiful.

Jack needed to get those girls.

He recalled all his past training in the army, he was into intelligence. So he
knew he needed a plan, first was to study the orphanage, during the next day he
strolled around, marking the entrances and exits, how many people worked around,
their shifts and functions. The place has one janitor, a secretary, a nurse, and
four women who cook, clean and take care of the children. Just seven people, in
the day, and just two of the four maids at night.

So he prepared himself, Jack has still funds from the army, so he rented a
basement under a building, bought a big muscle car, he put on dark cloths and a
mask, and shoes with gum at the soles.

He got at the orphanage at tree o’clock in the morning, left his car next to the
park and walked to the building. Using a steel hook and a rope he climbed to the
second story entering through a window, he knew the general bedroom was there,
at the end of the corridor. He moved like a shadow making no noise. The bedroom
door was locked, but it didn’t matter he had his lock-pick kit, inside were like
forty cots, it took him not time to scan the beds and found his target. He put
one towel soaked in chloroform over each girl face, carry both of them on his
arms he went all the way back, out of the bedroom, through the corridor and then
the window, he climbed down to the ground level, with the girls around an arm,
he had done that on the European Alps hauling two hundred pounds wounded soldier
with full combat gear.

Jack released the hook and run with the girls toward his car. He put both of
them in the rear seat, then got inside, and drove away.

The people on the orphanage never knew what happened, it was like magic, the two
blonde sister disappeared, just vanished in the night. They found the door
locked and the windows closed. They were too confused and didn’t want to get
into trouble, so they never report the girl’s disappearance, they just through
their file into the trash.

Once at home, inside his dark basement, Jack put his precious treasures on the
bed. Quickly he got naked to be more comfortable, then he put his face above
Svetlana feet, he inhaled deeply enjoying the cheese smell. He was so excited,
now he could savor those little feet for as long as he wanted. Without any hurry
he began to brush his lips against the soft toes and the smooth soles of the
little girl feet.

Svetlana opened his big blue eyes, nettled by the tingling at her soles. She
stared in bewildering silence, the weird man of the park was there, again,
licking and sucking her feet, covering them with his saliva, like a dog.

Now he was harder than ever on his life, he crawled over the bed, kissing and
licking the little legs, upward, he touched both of the smooth thighs and moved
then apart, the girls were wearing just tiny white shirts and white undies, he
swiftly removed the undies.

Jack plunged his face between her thighs, kissing and licking the tiny pink
button that was Svetlana’s child pussy. He slid his tongue inside her soft
crevice, it was so tight he wondered if it would be able to receive his big hard
cock.

He stood over the bed, kneeling, his giant member pointing forward, both girls
stared in awe, they had never seen a male naked. They couldn’t understand what
was happening. Jack lightly touched the tiny smooth exterior of the tiny pussy
with the slick head of his monstrous cock. He started pushing, testing, he lost
his mind and inserted his big mushroom head, Svetlana was crying in pain, but
nobody outside could hear what was happening inside the deep, dark basement.

He went along penetrating her stretch hole, feeling every millimeter he gained,
in an ecstatic advance. He thought he wouldn’t be able to enter all the way in.
She was so tight. But with a final thrust he was completely inside of her,
impaling her with his steel hard big member. Svetlana whole body shudder against
the powerful trusts that were tearing her apart, she was sobbing and crying. As
Jack, the excitement and pleasure coursed through his veins like a wildfire as
he pumped his throbbing big cock inside Svetlana’s tight walls. The feeling of
her warm, wet vagina enveloping him was unlike anything he had ever experienced
before – a sensation that only fueled his desire for more.

Every thrust and grind brought him closer to the euphoric bliss he so
desperately sought, as the walls of Svetlana’s vagina clenched around his cock
in a rhythmic dance of pleasure and pain. The sight of Anya staring in shock
only served to heighten Jack’s senses, making the act feel even more illicit and
taboo – a thrill that he could not resist.

Finally, Jack reached the climax and started pumping his abundant hot milk deep
inside of her.

He stood there, on his fours, gasping, covered in sweat, staring at the tiny
girl body under him.

He stood frozen for many minutes, until he finally moved.

As Svetlana lay there, fainted and soaking the sheets with her virginal blood,
Jack’s insatiable desire for further depravity only grew stronger. With a cold,
calculating determination, he turned his attention to Anya – who had been
silently watching the entire scene unfold with a mixture of shock, horror, and
awe.

Jack positioned himself over Anya’s small, trembling form, her big blue eyes
wide open in disbelief as she stared at him – her mouth hanging open slightly as
if she were some divine being. He could see the fear and terror in her eyes, but
it only served to fuel his desire for dominance and control.

He thrust his cock into her little mouth without mercy, forcing her to clean him
from his last orgasm. Despite her initial resistance, Anya’s body began to
respond to Jack’s touch – the sensation of his hard cock in her soft mouth was
both terrifying and loathing, a confusing mix of emotions that left her feeling
both violated and hurt.

As Jack continued to pump his cock into Anya’s soft mouth, she started to gag
softly around him – a sound that only served to drive Jack’s desire for
dominance even further. The sight of her tiny body writhing beneath him was too
much for him to resist, his cock was getting harder and bigger with each passing
second, feeling the warm, wet, smooth and soft interior of Anya’s mouth, his
erection was full now, the mushroom head of his cock was past Anya’s throat.

She was gagging and retching. Jack found himself reaching another climax. With a
shout of ecstasy, Jack ejaculated a great load into the little girl’s mouth – a
final explosion of pleasure.

Little Anya collapsed over the bed, crying, a mixture of saliva and semen
dripping from the corners of her mouth.

3.

Time past, Jack kept the two sister prisoners in his basement. They were never
allowed to leave, or go outside. He would go in the morning to work, leaving
them locked, he usually returned in the afternoon. He would enjoy the tasty feet
of both girls every day, for hours; he would also make love to them, usually
Svetlana was the one that jumped to satisfy him, even though Jack was a young
stallion who needed three orgasms a day.

But Svet did her best, sacrificing herself to spare her little sister Anya, so
she wouldn’t be hurt. Indeed, Svetlana became an expert at making love. That
night Jack was sitting on a wooden chair, moaning with pleasure while a
fourteen-year-old Svetlana was on top of him, riding his cock like an expert.

She knew exactly how to speed up, change rhythm or stop; she knew how to delay
his climax as much as possible, leaving him in the brink of explosion, just to
calm down and then start over again, building up the tension so when he finally
reached the pinnacle, he exploded in a giant ejaculation.

Her skillful maneuvers have so far, for the seven years they were prisoners,
achieved that her sister Anya was still a virgin, aside from that first time
Jack raped her mouth and the daily worshiping of her little feet.

Now, Svet had impaled herself onto Jack’s big hard cock. Nonetheless she was
motionless, she knew Jack was in the very verge. The blonde girl was now a tall
beautiful, as tall as Jack, but with slim long limbs, arms and legs and flat
chest; thanks to the meager diet he gave to them.

Anya was twelve, and tiny and slim, still with the body of a little girl. Both
girl had big beautiful blue eyes.

Svet put her hands over the naked chest of Jack. She leaned closer and kiss his
lips, slowly and sexy. She always exerted herself on giving him great sex so she
left her little sister unmolested, so far, Jack used Anya just for her little
feet, as she did with Svetlana, because he had such a great thirst for female
feet.

Svetlana restarted the swaying of her hips again. This time she kept increasing
her speed, driving him to the limit, until he reached a powerful orgasm,
shooting jets of hot white milk deep inside of the young beauty. Finally she
collapsed on top of him.

Svetlana’s body glistened with sweat as she rode Jack on the bed, her eyes
locked in a passionate gaze with his. The room was filled with the rhythmic
sounds of their lovemaking, punctuated by their gasps and moans. Svetlana’s
squatting position allowed for greater control over her movements, each sway of
her hips an artful expression of pleasure.

As she moved, Jack gripped her waist tightly, his breath coming out in ragged
pants. His eyes were filled with awe and desire as he watched her, witnessing
the incredible sight of her riding him to the best sex of his life. He knew that
Svetlana was skilled, but this experience transcended anything they had shared
before.

Their bodies moved in syncopated harmony, each movement building up an intensity
that threatened to consume them both. Jack’s hands traced up and down her spine,
massaging the muscles that quivered under his touch. He could feel the heat
radiating from her skin.

Svetlana leaned forward, kissing Jack deeply, her skilled tongue exploring his
mouth as if it were another part of him to be claimed and conquered. Their lips
locked in a fervent embrace, the taste of each other’s sweat and desire mingling
with the intimacy of their connection.

In this moment, time seemed to stand still, the time inside the dark basement
vanishing as they succumbed to their raw, uninhibited passion. As Svetlana
continued her sultry dance atop him, Jack knew that nothing else mattered but
the pleasure he was receiving, the blonde teenager on top of him dancing like a
human spider.

He felt himself approaching the edge, his body trembling with anticipation.
Svetlana sensed it too, and she adjusted her rhythm slightly, driving him closer
and closer to the brink until finally, he exploded within her, filling her with
his release.

Jack lay on the bed, his eyes heavy with fatigue from a long unending night of
wild lovemaking. Beside him, Svetlana gazed at him with curiosity. The dim light
from the lamps cast an eerie glow on the room, creating a sense of intimacy and
vulnerability between them. Svetlana’s voice was soft and pleading as she
suggested an idea to Jack.

“Sir?,” she began hesitantly, “I know you enjoy our time together… But maybe we
could do something else? Something different?”

Jack looked at her quizzically, curiosity lighting up his features. Svetlana
continued, her eyes shining with hope.

“You see… Sir, if you were to buy us new clothes and take us out for dinner –
just the three of us… We could pretend I’m your young wife and Anya is your
daughter.”

Jack furrowed his brow, taking a moment to process Svetlana’s unusual proposal.
He had never taken them out before; in fact, the existence of the girls had been
always confined to the basement. Since he kidnapped them seven years ago,
turning them into her prisoners.

And new clothes? They were forced to be naked all the time in the basement.

But there was something intriguing about this idea that piqued his interest.

“Why would you want that, Svetlana?” he asked, a hint of skepticism creeping
into his voice.

Svetlana bit her lip before answering, “Because, Sire… Because it could be our
way to feel like normal people for once.” Her eyes pleaded with him. “And maybe,
just maybe, no one would suspect anything amiss if we presented ourselves as a
family.”

Jack considered her words carefully, weighing the risk against the potential
reward. Svetlana had grew up enough, she would look wonderful with the new
fashions, and he could enjoy going with her to diner, movies, and things a man
do with her girlfriend, and she looked submissive enough, she wouldn’t cause any
problem to him, surely.

He finally nodded his head slowly, a small smile forming on his lips. “Alright,
we’ll do it your way.”

As the darkness of the basement enveloped them once again, Jack began making
plans for their outing. He knew he had to be cautious – he couldn’t risk anyone
discovering the truth about Svetlana and Anya. But there was something
undeniably alluring about the idea of taking them out in public, presenting them
as his own family.

He started by ordering new clothes for both girls, choosing stylish yet modest
outfits. He knew that if anyone were to suspect anything amiss, it couldn’t be
because of their attire.

The following day, a sunny morning of summer, Jack escorted the girls upstairs
to his apartment, where he helped them change into their new clothes. Svetlana
was dressed in a simple yet elegant sundress that accentuated her curves, while
Anya wore a sweet, demure dress that belied her young age. Both girls wearing
sexy sandals that showcased her beautiful feet. They looked like a
picture-perfect family – the young wife and daughter, both blonde and beautiful.

With the girls prepared, Jack took them out into the city. He chose a quiet
restaurant where they could have a private booth, away from prying eyes. The
atmosphere was intimate and romantic, with soft music playing in the background.

As they sat down to eat, Jack couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as he
introduced Svetlana to the waiter as his wife, and Anya as his daughter. The
waiter congratulated them on their beautiful family, and they all shared a
smile.

Throughout the meal, Jack took pleasure in watching people’s reactions as they
saw the trio together – nobody would ever suspect the truth lurking beneath the
surface. Svetlana acted the part of the doting wife, offering to help serving
the table and ensure her husband was comfortable. Anya played the role of the
attentive daughter, eager to please and make her parents proud.

As they left the restaurant and ventured into the city, Jack marveled at how
well this little charade was going – nobody would ever suspect that these two
girls were held captive in his basement. It was almost like living a double
life, having this secret identity hidden from the world outside.

As the trio continued their stroll down New York Center on that bright summer
day, the sun casting its warm rays upon them, Jack couldn’t help but feel an
overwhelming sense of pride. They were just another family enjoying a beautiful
afternoon together – nothing out of the ordinary about them. And yet, beneath
this facade lay a secret so dark it could shatter their illusions at any moment.

Svetlana suggested they stop for a coffee, leading them to a quaint cafe nestled
in the heart of the city. The atmosphere inside was cozy and inviting, with soft
jazz music playing in the background. Jack ordered three cups of coffee,
savoring the taste of normality as it seeped into his veins.

As they sat sipping their drinks, he turned his attention back to Svetlana, who
was watching him intently with a smile playing on her lips.

“You’re doing great,” she said softly, her blue eyes sparkling with
appreciation. “This is the best day of our life, thank you, Jack.”

Jack felt a rush of adrenaline course through him at her words – he had been so
focused on maintaining their facade that he hadn’t stopped to consider how well
he was pulling it off. He offered her a small smile in return, grateful for her
praise.

Just then, Anya, looking flushed and slightly out of breath tugged at the skirt
of Svetlana’s dress, the little girl was a mute, never had spoken a single word.

“Oh,” explained Svetlana with urgency on her voice, “She need to use the
restroom, I should take her!”

Jack hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright, sweetheart. But just this
time, return quickly!”

Svetlana grabbed some napkins and took little Anya by her hand and hurried
toward the ladies restroom.

Jack finished his coffee, waiting.

As the minutes dragged on, Jack found himself growing increasingly uneasy.

Finally he jumped from the table and darted toward the ladies restroom, he
opened the door and looked inside, it was empty, a window, big enough for a
person to pass through was wide open.

There was no sign of the girls, just the lingering aroma of their perfume.