Sasha’s words fell on deaf ears. The brothers took hold of her ankles to relieve her of her footwear. The latches came open, one by one, and off they came, leaving the wolf’s stockinged paws tied to the foot stool. Their snouts disappeared inside the boots and they could be heard inhaling deeply.
“Just tell me what you want with me and let me go already! Maybe I won’t even press charges! Wait, no! Stop!”
Sasha curled her toes as they lifted her heels again, not quite ready to surrender her socks. The pair took each by the cuff and drew them slowly off, savoring every moment as the soft cotton slipped over her furry feet... ______________________________________________________________
Blackthorn Publications presents: Harmless Hooligans: A Short Story
