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"Is she asleep?"
Your mind is fuzzy. You are confused and don't know where you are, but you recognise that woman's voice and it makes you... afraid.
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 feet. 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 arousal coursing through your body.
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 plans for you. 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 what it takes to escape and be free?"
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| voice | It sounds playful and light, but you know the childish façade hides an uncaring, sadistic evil. |
| feet | In your confusion, you cannot work out why it is so familiar, but you can even tell you've smelled these feet before, and that they haven't been washed in a while. |
| strange 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 your body, making you quiver. A part of you likes to be subjected to it, helpless to do anything about it. You don't even know if you want it to stop. How embarrassing. |
| 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. |
TODO: descriptions for mistress letting us know about her, and suffer through with some of her previous torments.
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Where we go from here.
Escape
Vanquished: My thought at the moment is that Denna's mysterious helper forces her to worship her feet in exchange for a chance at escape.
L1ghts: Adding my first path here for now. My idea might be a bit... uncommon, so please everybody keep in mind that this is by no means supposed to be the "true" or canon way this story plays out ^^
Denna is saved by someone else
slave
Vanquished: My thought at the moment is this results in the other woman thinking that Denna doesn't trust her and is afraid her mistress is there, watching. Perhaps she gets to learn a little more this way before having the actual chance to escape.
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