Welcome to //Rescue//. An interactive story by the //Foot Collective//. (link: "Learn more about interactive stories")[\ An interactive story is one where the reader has a chance to influence the outcomes by making choices. They exist in the intersection of narrative and games, partaking of the nature of both. The reader, or player, takes on the main character of the story, and can choose between available options. Interactive stories can be as simple as branching narratives, or as complex as fully-fledged role-playing games. Here at the //Foot Collective// we collaborate in the creation of erotic interactives on the theme of feet. Enjoy!] (link: "About Rescue")[\ //Rescue// is our first project. It is a branching interactive story where your choices can determine the outcomes. At the beginning of the story, you find yourself in a difficult prediccament. You are Denna, an innocent girl trapped by cruel women into worshipping their feet. Perhaps you will find a way out...] [[Begin to play->begin]]"Is she asleep?" Your mind is fuzzy. You are confused and don't know where you are, but you recognise that woman's (link-reveal: "voice")[(show: ?voice)] and it makes you... afraid.|voice)[ It sounds playful and light, but you know the childish facade hides an uncaring, sadistic evil.] You're about to move when you feel a spike of fear freeze your body. You don't remember why, but you know you're in danger. "She should be, after all we did to her last night." Another voice, also familiar. Also scary, in spite of being soft and seductive. Clothes rustling. soft giggles. Sensations trickle into your awareness. You're naked, lying on a sheet, and your body feels much too warm, with no draughts to moderate the sweltering heat. Something's filling your mouth to bursting, making you uncomfortable. You quietly try to move it away with your tongue. The taste is sharp and intense, and it won't budge. You're forced to breathe through your nose, and you notice a pungent smell, getting stronger and stronger. You know that stink. Suddenly, something clicks, and your memory identifies it: it's (link-reveal: "feet.")[(show: ?feet)]|feet)[ In your confusion, you cannot work out why it seems so familiar, but you can even tell you've smelled these particular ones before, and that they haven't been washed in a while.] The fabric in your mouth is a worn, dirty sock, and every intake of air fills your nostrils with the sickening-sweet aroma of unwashed foot sweat. You should be revolted, and you are, but you also feel a strange (link-reveal: "arousal")[(show: ?arousal)] coursing through your body.|arousal)[ The stench is so strong you can't avoid focusing on it. You find it unbearable at first, but soon a thrill runs all through you, making you quiver. A part of you likes to be subjected to it, trapped and helpless, unable to move away. You don't even know if you want it to stop. How embarrassing!] More quiet noises of people shuffling around. "You sure? I don't want her to get loose while I finish the final preparations." As your confusion is dispelled, you remember all too clearly who's speaking. Even in your head, you cannot think of her name, but must refer to her as your //mistress//. The realisation sets your heart pumping, so fast you're afraid they'll hear it. All you can do is stay still and await your chance. You quietly shiver recalling everything she's made you //suffer through//, and her (link-reveal: "plans")[(show: ?plans)] for you.|plans)[ Your mistress has enjoyed telling you what she's about to do with you next. If she gets her way, she will transform you into a perfect, obedient, and devoted slave, with all traces of resistance gone. Whether it is magic, technology, or something in between, is beyond you to say, but you know your mistress' rituals work, and perform precisely as she says they will. She's been pleased to let you know that, inwardly, you will be unchanged, experiencing every bit of it, trying your hardest to fruitlessly rebel against her, but unable to take any action. Death seems preferable.] There is no risk too high. You must escape her at all costs. "Don't be silly." The other voice again, full of mirth. It feels like amusement at someone else's expense. Probably yours. "I'll keep an eye on her while you get everything ready." You want to cry. There will be no way out with someone else watching. Still, you must remain alert. Maybe she will make a mistake. You hear the sinister sound of a door, closing with finality. "Well, well, well... Looks like you almost got away, if it weren't for me." The other voice, not your mistress, whispers in your ear, making you shiver. As you keep breathing, the stench of feet becomes more pronounced. You hear a giggle as something warm, soft, and damp covers your nose. It doesn't take you long to realise it's a pair of reeking, bare soles. "You can stop pretending now." You can't help a quiet, muffled moan through your gag. "So cute! To think you can deceive me. Me!" Her cackles make you queasy, bringing back hazy memories of abuse. "You know a little secret? You were meant to be mine. //Mine!// She stole you, the sneaky backstabbing little novice." The soles rub against your nose, and she makes you breathe through her stinky toes. "I feel no obligation at all to your mistress after that." An emotion rises inside you, and you can barely recognise it. Is it... is it hope? "As soon as she finishes her ritual, there will be no way back for you. So, would you rather be her [[slave]] for all eternity, or will you do whatever it takes to [[escape]] and be free?" ----- It's time to choose: * [[You will do anything to get away->escape]] * [[You don't trust her and wait for a better chance->slave]] * [[You give up. There is no way out for you.->goddess]]**TODO****TODO**There is no way you could escape your predicament. With the cruel, sharp stench of //mistress's// toes burning your nostrils as every breath you take is being mercilessly forced through your tormented nose, you feel your power being sapped and all hope fading. You desperately try to move your limbs again and again, but all it gets you is a mocking laughter coming from somewhere above as you exhaust yourself even quicker in your folly. "Yes, struggle all you want, you pathetic little worm. It will make it all the more fun to break you into your rightful place soon enough." There is nothing rightful about this, though. You never did anything wrong! By what right do those accursed witches presume to judge over your fate like this? You clench your teeth so hard that your jaw aches, biting hard on the filthy, salty socks. The constant, overwhelming reek of cheesy feet is numbing your mind and thoughts, though a bitter anger remains. "Give in already, bitch. You can't break free." //Mistress// is right about that and you know it. "...and neither will anyone come to help you." Just as the harsh words of the woman above you echo in your mind and the cloying stench of her reeking feet threaten to sever your sanity, it seems to you that you heard something. Could it be true? Could there be someone or something coming to your aid? ----- It's time to choose: * [[You are sure you heard something.->helping]] * [[You were just imagining it.->slave]]Your eyes remain shut. You have prayed for salvation; for some sort of rescue from that hell you have endured; but even though the pain has gone, you do not yet trust this peace. Even in this state of complete darkness, you can feel something has changed, however. You are no longer smelling that awful stench. The hard ground beneath your body is gone, and you're spared from your tormentors' cruel mockery. Instead, you now feel warm and comfortable. Your body floats weightlessly, and it seems as if a foreign, relaxing melody played from nowhere and everywhere at once. There is even a sweet, gentle smell in the air, something between vanilla and the fresh scent of a clear spring morning. You can't really understand it, but what you are experiencing right now with all your senses calms you down almost immediately. For some reason, you feel safer and happier than you have been in ages. You dare not open your eyes yet, for you fear you are in a merciful, dream-like state and you do not want to shatter the illusion so soon. It simply feels too good, too pleasant. "Denna... Oh, brave Denna. Open your eyes and look at me," a voice commands, sending shivers down your spine. Even though it is a soft, feminine voice and the speaker utters her words gently, her voice reverberates with such awe-inspiring might that you can't help but feel intimidated by it. Nevertheless, you swiftly obey the order; by now your curiosity got the better of you, anyway. You open your eyes slowly... And you gasp loudly as you behold the figure before you. It is an angel - there can be no doubt - in the shape of a beautiful, young woman. Her skin is rather pale, slightly cream-coloured and only overshadowed by the pristine whiteness of her light, fluttering robes, which revealed much of her heavenly body. She has the height of an average human woman and is relatively thin, but with well-shaped, if not overly large, female curves, in all the right places. Her divinity is unmistakably proven by not one, but several pairs of enormous, majestic wings sprouting from her body and the sheer aura of power and awe which she emanates. "You... An angel?" You stammer, staring at the being. "I am Salias, Goddess of Divine Light." You shriek and fall down to your knees immediately. "F-Forgive my ignorance, my Goddess!" As you are looking in the direction you perceive to be downwards, you see only a swirling mass of light clouds, broken by the odd bright ray of golden sunlight. This perspective makes you feel quite nauseous, so you close your eyes again. The Goddess giggles lightly, surprising you. "Do not worry, mortal. To a mere human, the sight of a God must be like a mouse beholding a tiger. It won't fear it any more than the common house cat. Rise, oh brave Denna, for I have chosen to give you the chance to be my champion and hero." You oblige without delay and stand back up, looking directly at Salias' mesmerizing face. Despite the overwhelming presence of her power, Salias has a surprisingly pretty, downright cute face, with very large, sapphire blue eyes, a short nose and a rather small mouth with full lips. Her lush, sandy blonde hair is extremely long and abundant and is drifting and swaying all over the place, not unlike the fabric of her robes. "Did... Did they kill me? Am I dead?" You ask. "No, and I don't think those humans intend to end your life. You are still down there, your face pressed against a foot-sole. It seems to me as though their plan is to imprison you and keep you as their foot-slave for as long as you live. What a pitiful fate for a human as promising as you are!" You frown and remain silent. "I have decided to intervene and offer you a way out, however." You feel your heart flow over and so do your eyes. No longer being able to remain upright, you throw yourself down, and, despite not physically seeing a floor, the air beneath holds you up. "My Goddess! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You blurt. As you remain in that humble position, Salias approaches you, more floating than walking, and you are shocked when you see the Goddess's feet appear in your field of vision. Fitting for such a divine being, Salias has by far the most beautiful and enticing feet you have ever seen. They are very slim and rather long, though not overly large in general, with very pronounced curves. Her toes are evenly sized and shaped, the big toes just a big larger than the rest, and with short, natural nails. You hate to admit it, but having such wonderful feet so close to your face arouses you intensely. It becomes even more dramatic as you take a deep whiff and can clearly smell the divine feet of the Goddess! The sheer pungency of the scent shocks you. To call such a heavenly aroma a "stench" would be sacrilegious to no end, but you have to admit that it is more than just noticeable, much stronger than you would imagine, for sure. It is a fragrant, cheesy scent very typical to smelly feet, but with a distinct, sweet note that you can't quite define. It is also stronger than perhaps any other feet you have ever smelled - and that from this distance! After just one breath, you realize with great embarrassment and shock that you do not just like or enjoy this aroma... You absolutely love it for some reason! You are not sure if there is something inherently different about that scent - it still smells like ripe, cheesy feet first and foremost - or if it is just the fact that it is coming from a literal Goddess that causes this effect on you. Either way, you are in pure bliss as you steadily inhale the fragrant air above Salias' feet. In fact, the smell is so intense that you are sure you wouldn't be able to stand having your face so close to its source if you did not enjoy it so. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," you keep muttering, but at this point, you are thanking the Goddess mainly for holding her perfect feet right under your face and allowing you to taste their aroma to your heart's desire. "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm. Your submissive obedience pleases me greatly, oh Denna," Salias speaks, her voice heavy with satisfaction and pride. Salias begins rhythmically wiggling her beautiful toes, mesmerizing you with their movement and also fanning a warm, moist cloud of intensely pungent foot-stink right under your nose. Inhaling the heavenly treat greedily, you have to suppress a throaty moan as the scent clouds your mind. You realize that right now, there is nothing you want more in your life than those feet! "Oh brave Denna, the time has come for you to make a choice. Get on your knees and look in my eyes," Salias now ordered. It takes you an immense amount of discipline to rise from the ground and get those otherworldly beautiful toes out of your field of vision. Only the fear of making the Goddess wait causes you to act quickly now. As you kneel, you can still smell the aroma of Salias' feet, though naturally not nearly as strongly as before. Still, you take measured, deep breaths through your nose even now. "You have two options. You can [[remain a mortal|hell]], a human just as you have been from the moment you were born. You will be back under your the feet of your Mistresses and have the prospect of slavery for life. In that case, I will release you, you will return and never receive help from anybody." The Goddess speaks without much emotion in her voice, but your face falls as you listen to those words. Not even the sweet smell of the divine feet could manage to keep your spirits high. Just as you are about to beg, Salias cuts you off with the palm of her hand. "Or. You can choose to pledge yourself to me. You will become my chosen champion, oh brave Denna, as it is my will and intention. Yet since I am most kind and merciful, I let the final say be yours." You feel a rush of searing hot enthusiasm and determination. "Of course I choose to become your champion, my Goddess!" "Ahhh, not so hasty; you must know that such a position comes with a price, I will grant you powers, but not for free," Salias says. You hesitate for a moment. "And what must I give in return?" Salias bends down, bringing her face close to yours. Her blue pupils seem to shrink a bit as she stares you down with such intensity that you are frozen in shock. "Everything," says Salias with great pathos, drawing out the word and making a dramatic pause. What can you even say to that? What does it mean? "I already owe you my life," you say nervously, even though that is not technically true. Salias sighs. "If you choose this path, you must offer me that life of yours and more. You must [[offer your life->champion]], your soul, even your humanity. Your very essence will be bound to me until you perish. Such a pact cannot be undone by anyone but myself, and certainly not by you. As a chosen champion of your Goddess, you will wholly and entirely belong to me, oh Denna." ----- It is time to choose: * [[Pledge yourself as Salia's champion->champion]] * [[Refuse and take your chances->hell]]That sounded quite a bit more intimidating than what you heard before, but the choice is still very clear to you. The way you see it, you could either be forced into slavery by humans who hate and despise you or choose to serve a wonderful, divine being of light and love - an actual Goddess - by your own will. Somehow, you know that Salias would never betray you. "You can yet choose the path of a human, but know that this is your final chance. What is your answer?" You take a deep breath. The sweet, arousing smell of the Goddess' feet in the air makes it even easier for you than it is already. "I choose you, my Goddess! This human humbly begs you, make me yours; I wish to serve you and you alone forever and ever!" Salias smirks with a level of confidence and smugness that only a God could muster and nods her head. "Hummmm, that was an exceptionally nice plea, if only they all could speak like that," she murmurs, more to herself than to you, before raising her voice again. "Very well, I will grant your wish, oh faithful Denna! First, you must seal this pact with a kiss." You are not sure if you heard right. "A-a k-k-kiss?" "Yes, precisely." "I may... Touch you, kiss you, even?" "You may and you must." You swallow hard. It's not like you mind the idea of kissing the Goddess, the opposite is the case. You move a bit on your knees and bring your head to Salias' side in order to get your lips to the back of Salias' hand. "No, not on my hand," Salias says and you flinch back, looking up into those wonderful eyes of Salias for guidance. They were all you can see from your position; the rest of the face was hidden behind her bulging breasts. Salias simply points down and as you look there, you see the Goddess wiggling her stunning toes at you enticingly. As realization strikes you, your face flushes red and your hands begin to shake. You have been asked - no, ordered - to kiss those feet, which had enthralled you with their beauty and scent the moment you beheld them. Following the Goddess' command, you lower yourself down entirely once again and this time, Salias moves one foot a little bit, holding the upper side out towards you. You press your lips against the luxuriously soft, smooth skin of Salias' foot and use the opportunity to also take as long and deep a whiff as you physically can. The smell of Salias' feet is downright maddening in its intensity this close up; it feels like flooding your nose and lungs with something partially liquid and you can not help but shudder and sound a gasping groan. You are so aroused by that foot that it takes you the utmost willpower not to masturbate on the spot. "Oh, I am sorry, I could have warned you. Because of several previous visitors, I am aware that you humans absolutely detest the smell of our feet; angel feet in general and mine in particular, since their scent is by far the strongest. You must know, angels love and respect this type of aroma because it is a sign of divinity and power. Besides, we all just really enjoy how it smells." You quietly listen to Salias' lecture, thankful that the Goddess simply allows you to keep your face on top of her foot the whole time, stewing in the overwhelming stench. Since Salias has not told you otherwise, you are now kissing her foot once again. The feeling of her wonderfully soft, warm skin on your lips is downright orgasmic and you begin to feel a little addicted to it. ÔÇ£Ahhhh, but what am I saying... Here I am, droning on about the smell of our feet, about the smell of...ÔÇØ Salias's moves her toes, brushing her big toe against your lips. ÔÇ£...my feet, while you poor soul have your face right above them. Your kisses have been more than sufficient, in fact, I quite enjoyed the touch of your lips.ÔÇØ Hearing the Goddess' praise fills your chest with both pride and joy to such a level that you could cheer out loudly, were your lips not pressed against a divine foot right now. ÔÇ£If you prefer, we can move on to the next part... I am terribly sorry to inform you that you might not be freed from those fragrant feet of mine just yet, so you may take a few breaths of fresh air to ready yourself. After all... I'm sure the last thing you want to hear about is more details about stinky angel feet, right?ÔÇØ You move your head up a little bit and look Salias in the face. She has a cheeky smirk on her beautiful face, but you still realize that she is indeed giving you an option here. How will you respond to the Goddess? ----- It is time to choose: * [[You beg the Goddess to keep kissing and smelling her feet->footsplain]] * [[Move on->empower]]You hesitate for a moment, but your choice is clear. No matter what Salias says, you want to keep kissing and smelling her feet. In your whole life, nothing had ever felt half this good! ÔÇ£My Goddess... If it's not too much to ask, then I would indeed like to learn more about your people and... And your, uh...ÔÇØ Even the word is hard for you to utter. ÔÇ£Your feet.ÔÇØ Salias hummed with amusement. ÔÇ£Oh, certainly. But don't you want to move your face away a little bit? I have to admit, the smell of my feet is quite strong, even this far up. Surely you don't want to have my toes in your face the entire time?ÔÇØ You think you hear a half-suppressed giggle from the Goddess. Does she laugh simply at how pitiful you must look, down on the ground with your face at her fragrant feet? Could she have found out that you actually like ÔÇô no, love ÔÇô their scent and is she teasing you about it? It doesn't matter that much to you, really. All you care about is the arousing presence of those feet of hers. ÔÇ£Forgive me if I ask, but do you truly enjoy the feeling of having your feet kissed by me, oh Goddess?ÔÇØ You manage to ask. Now Salias chuckles earnestly. ÔÇ£Yes, in fact I do. You are good at this. I love having my feet kissed and your lips feel especially nice.ÔÇØ You feel your pulse quicken. ÔÇ£It would be my honor to please you further in this manner, then.ÔÇØ The Goddess made that humming sound again. ÔÇ£Even though you are not an angel, you are already eager to be at my feet. It almost looks like you truly love them.ÔÇØ Salias has spoken gently, but you feel your face flush red in embarrassment. She caught you, she totally did, but it doesn't seem like she minds it for some reason. ÔÇ£Go ahead then, kiss my feet at your leisure. Far be it for me to turn down a showing of submission.ÔÇØ You have to admit, the idea of lying down before someone and kissing their feet ÔÇô feet this fragrant, on top of that ÔÇô sounds quite humiliating. After all, there was literally no way to make yourself lowlier than being placed down flat at someone's feet. But this has to be different, after all, it's not just a human you are giving yourself up to, it is a Goddess! ÔÇ£Then... With your permission,ÔÇØ you mumble, and bringing your head back down, you place a long, passionate kiss on top of Salias' toes while inhaling their intoxicating smell like a serving of the finest wine. Salias seems happy enough about it. ÔÇ£Very well... As you have certainly noticed, the smell of our feet ÔÇô mine in particular ÔÇô is far different in terms of the sheer intensity, even though at a basic level, it just smells a lot like feet, to put it bluntly. It differs of course a lot from person to person.ÔÇØ Salias sighs and pushes the tip of her other foot against your lips, holding the moist toes right under your nose like that. Without hesitation, you begin to kiss those as well. By this point, the intense smell is beginning to affect you. It feels like you are completely smashed on alcohol. "A lowly angel's feet typically don't smell much stronger than your average human's. The feet of an Archangel, on the other hand, can potentially cause unconsciousness to most mortals even from up to 100 meters away. Then again, it depends a lot on the individual, as well." You make a squealing noise and raise your head a bit for a moment. It takes you quite a bit longer to think and even more so to speak than usual, it is as if your brain was slowly turning into pudding. It makes no sense. If just the feet of just an Archangel ÔÇô which is still a rang you know nothing about yet, but you presume the Goddess must be infinitely mightier than that ÔÇô can do that to a human from this far away, then... How are you even still alive right now? "Un...Unconsciousness?" You manage to stammer. "Yes, but worry not, oh brave Denna. You cannot fall unconscious here, nor can anybody else. There is no escape from this place, unless I will it. I could even do something that would kill you back on your own world; your current self would still just remain here all the same if I don't release you. I understand your suffering, my poor human. The smell of my feet must be truly maddening to you." You are not sure if Salias is mocking you, if she just mistook your noises and believes you to be truly suffering from the smell or if the Goddess has understood that you are driven into madness rather from pleasure and arousal. Still, Salias graciously offers her feet to you, so you continue to kiss them without delay. You would kill for a chance to kiss, smell or even touch the soles of the Goddess, but just being in contact with the upper side of her feet in combination with breathing in their overwhelming fumes feels as intense as sexual climax . "Do you wish to learn what causes this divine aroma?" Salias askes. You are quite certain that you know what makes feet smell, but you nod your head anyway. Perhaps there is a magical component to it or something like that. "Very well; first, you must understand that our bodies are, on a basic level, almost identical to those of you earth-dwelling, mortal humans. Yes, we don't age and don't die naturally, but that is beside the point. Our wings are just extensions of the holy power that flows through us. Though the way we store nourishment is... quite different, we still eat and drink just like you humans do. We also sweat, and this naturally includes on our feet." Salias sighs dreamily. "And, well, it is one of our noblest and mostly venerated traditions not to wash our feet. Naturally, the longer feet stay unwashed, the stronger and better their smell gets. That is also the main reason why higher ranking angels usually always have the smellier feet. No matter how strongly your feet sweat by nature, if I give you a few days to cultivate their aroma and then compare you to someone who had years of time... Yes, there is no way yours could be superior. This is a foolproof way of showing who has more experience and power." You kiss the top of Salias's foot a couple of times before your brain can process the words. "What... Years? Not washing your feet... For years???" "Oh, years are not a long time when you are immortal, my child. The Archangels have their feet unwashed for between hundreds and a thousand years on average." Your mind is swimming. Feet that would sweat normally but had not been washed for several hundred years... You can not even begin to grasp the full extent of that. "In fact, since the intensity of our feet's aroma is by nature seen to be equal to the amount of might and respect one holds and commands, it is a great shame to be robbed of parts of it. As such, it makes for an ideal punishment. If an Angel is caught lying, the sentence might be something like 10 to 20 minutes of forced foot washing.ÔÇØ ÔÇ£I have a few times personally washed the feet of serious offenders, though normally, another Angel takes that task. A full hour of thorough, merciless washing will set the Angel back in years worth of time. Of course, to an Archangel, that would be like a single raindrop landing in a vast desert; technically there would be an effect, yes, but it wouldn't be much." Salias shrugs lightly. "Thankfully, only the most long-serving, loyal and trustworthy Angels even get there; to the rank of Archangel. And those wouldn't risk hundreds of years of progress and hard work lightly. Not even I know the final limit of the smell.ÔÇØ ÔÇ£As for me... My own feet have not been washed since the beginning of time itself, yet the smell seems to increase a bit every century, even to this point. So no matter how powerful the smell... It can always get stronger, still." You don't even attempt to wrap your mind around that last statement. "But I digress. That is really about all there is to say about our feet. You did a very good job there, oh sweet Denna, I am happy with you." You rise back into a kneeling position and Salias surprises you by putting her divine hand on top of your head and stroking your hair gently; petting you like a little kitten. The instant the pure, light skin of the Goddess comes in contact with you, you feel a loving warmth fill your body and soul like the first rays of sunlight after a stormy night. "In actuality, one single kiss is sufficient, any more do not make the contract more powerful. But I still appreciate your dedication and the sweet way you kissed my feet." Salias smiled serenely at you and you can't help but grin back at her in a less dignified manner. "I would do anything for you, my Goddess," you say breathily and Salias nods briefly before retracting her hand. ÔÇ£All that remains now is to lend you my powers and truly make you into one of my own. Kneel upright and don't try to move. I will be doing all the work for you. Are you ready, oh brave Denna?ÔÇØ [[You are ready. Salias proceeds.->empower]]You take one final, deep breath, move your shoulders a bit and kneel as upright as possible, looking back and forth between the goddess' mesmerizing, blue eyes and her soft hand. "Yes. I am ready." "Good. I will now proceed to bless you and bestow upon you divine powers. I will touch you on the forehead and send the energy directly into you. Steel yourself, oh brave Denna, for the experience will push you through your human limits. Your eyes are glued to Salias' hand, but it doesn't move. Instead, your jaw drops when you see the Goddess raise her beautiful, bare foot up and present its sole to you for the first time. The lower side of Salias' divine foot is just as perfect as it looks from above. There is an enticing, soft roundness to the well-pronounced curves and it looks slender and dainty, despite not being overly small. The valley of the sole has an incredibly light, pearly-white tone while the well-rounded footpad and heel had a colour that goes somewhere in the direction of being beige or yellowish. The entire surface of the foot is covered and slightly shining with a thin layer of sweat, despite Salias not having worn any type of footwear before. It seems as if the comment that her feet would sweat continuously could be taken quite literally. The musky, cheesy aroma that spreads right into your face shocks you even now with its otherworldly power and intensity. Of course you could not resist taking a curious, deep whiff right as Salias shows her foot in such a manner. Just from this one sniff, your brain goes haywire. Your eyes stream tears, your muscles twitch and shiver and your nose feels hot and sore as the stench is so brutally pungent that it causes a sensation similar to a sunburn in and all around it. "Ohhh, I am so sorry," Salias says, but a short giggle and the tone of her voice tell a different tale. "I might have warned you. Oh well, this will take a few minutes, so don't attempt to hold your breath! You'll only make things worse for you if you do." Without further ado, Salias moves her foot forward and you promptly find your face being gently pushed into its remarkably beautiful, but very moist sole. The toes of the Goddess come to a rest right on your forehead, which places your nose right against the warm, soft ball of Salias' foot. The feeling of her skin is beyond amazing. It is the softest and most pleasant touch that you have ever experienced in your life! Right then, Salias begins to transfer her holy energy into you, and it goes through her fragrant foot-sole straight into your head! It is a truly magnificent feeling; your entire self is being charged up with a multiple of your natural power within seconds! It feels similar to eating something after a period of starving yourself, only a million times more intense. You want to scream from the top of your lungs as you feel very much on fire, but Salias presses her foot down a bit harder, holding your mouth shut. With your nostrils brushing against the sticky, moist skin of Salias' footpad, you are forced to sniff it repeatedly, fast and hard. It feels as if your brain is melting down to the point where all you could perceive is the steady flow of energy, the relentless stench of feet and your own sexual arousal. The latter is boiling over right now; despite you being unable to move any part of your body! A brutal orgasm suddenly shakes you in addition to the continuous olfactory onslaught and you think you are getting bombarded from all sides at once. Only it feels good. It feels so good in fact that the very meaning of the word seems to be transcended in your mind. At this point, you dearly wish for a brief moment of respite, but there is none to be had. The flow of holy energy gets only more rapid now, and with you breathless from climaxing, you are forced to sniff this unbelievably stinky foot even faster and harder as well. Despite your recent orgasm, your arousal is spiking up to extreme levels right away and you cry silently as an even harder orgasm shakes you to the very core! You no longer try to remain upright, but your body seems to be held in position by the current progress. You desperately wish to somehow beg Salias for a short break, for just a second, but on top of being unable to speak, you could not even form a sentence in your mind any longer. The intensity of the feeling is simply too much. You can't take it anymore! In fact, you do not even feel yourself - your body - consciously any longer. The only proof that you still possess one is the merciless smell that keeps tormenting you, not by how much you hate it, but by how much it stimulates your arousal. You remain in this position, completely and entirely helpless for a few more seconds, forcibly sniffing away at the Goddess' moist, reeking feet, before you are hit with a third and final orgasm, that one being so long and intense that it feels like you will literally lose your mind now! Then, as sudden as that all began, it stops altogether. You slump down to the ground, twitching and shivering. You take hard, gasping breaths through your mouth and even though Salias has retracted her foot by now, the smell is still almost as intense as it were before. "You knelt as a human. Now rise as an Angel, oh brave Denna," Salias commands triumphantly. You do as you are told. Despite having been forced to the edge of insanity, your strength is returning to you rapidly now. Even as you are rising, you feel more and more of it... You can not help but grin as you realize that you are already stronger than you have ever been before in your life! "Is it... Done?" You ask, your voice returning now as well. Salias nods. "It is indeed." [[Next part-->Placeholder]]**TODO**Do your thing, Sacu.{} ----- Copyright 2019 the Foot Collective.