Give Me the Code (Patreon)

“Please, it’s burning, I’ll die, just stop”, you begged as the burning sun scorched your back, her foot sweat was your only way to cool down your skin.

“You can stop it any time, just give me the code”, she said and giggled, gently pressing you on the hot windshield.

You couldn’t take it anymore, “ok, please! I’ll tell you!”

It’s been a day of endless torture, Jule was creative in horrible ways, you shrunk down when staying in her Airbnb and she wanted your credit card PIN.

She playfully scrunched her toes and smiled, “go on then”.

“It’s 1423” you shouted, crying.

“Are you lying to me?” She asked.

“N-No! I swear!”

She got her phone and your credit card, still holding her feet beneath the windshield.

She sighed with pleasure, “that’s a good boy, thanks”.

Then got her feet back down and pressed the gas, you squirmed, screamed, did everything to release yourself but she just pressed harder until your whole body broke down underneath her foot.