She slowly moved her foot down to your face. You didn’t even bother trying to move your face away out of exhaustion and fear, so the smell hit you like a wall. The soles were covered in a sort of grime that must’ve been a combination of old sweat, dirt, bits of sock, and whatever was on the carpeted floor. Also, there was a layer of fresh sweat mixing with it, giving it a viscous consistency and a pungent, vinegary odor.
The smell was overpowering, and burnt your nostrils with its sour odor. Instinctively, you started to exhale through your nose and inhale with mouth, trying to avoid the feet. Seeing this, your sister placed her heel on your mouth, preventing you from breathing with it. You tried holding your breath in vain. In response, she just started playing with your nose, shifting it around with her big toe, spreading the filth all over you.
After almost a minute, you failed to hold out, and you inhaled HARD from your nose. Melissa gave a smirk and pressed her foot’s ball into the base of your nose, flooding the air around with the horrible smell. You cried out, but you were muffled by her heel. You tried to move your head, but her powerful feet kept you in place. You even thought about kipping up turning on her, but between your fatigue and her bodyweight on your midsection, that wasn’t going to work.
“Wow, it really seems like you don’t like how my feet smell.” She said with an evil smile. You shook your head as much as you could. “Well then, I guess I’m fine with that. You’ve smelled enough for now I think.”
“Oh God thank you thank you. I r-” you tried to say, but then she quickly shot her foot into your mouth, gagging you.
“Thank you? I guess you did really want to stop smelling and to start CLEANING. Get to work.”
If the smell was painful, the taste was outright deadly. Her feet tasted like somebody took a wad of mud, put some shredded grass in it, and soaked it in vinegar for a week. How much practice could she have been doing to get them this bad?
The horrible taste made you try and remove her foot with your mouth. You tried to push her foot off with your tongue and started to lightly bite in hopes you could pry her off. Her feet however were way too powerful to be budged by a tongue and mild tooth contact. All you ended up doing was absorbing the horrible taste with your tongue directly, lubricating your fatigue dried tongue with her horrible foot slime. Getting desperate, you bit down a bit more, but not has hard as you could, knowing that if you did that she would practically kill you.
“What do you think you’re doing? No cheating.” She spread her toes out and gripped HARD on your tongue. You couldn’t move your tongue, hell, probably nobody could with her grip. She also pushed her foot deeper into your mouth so that the sides of her feet kept your mouth too open to bite properly. Also, this made the experience way worse, as she was forcing the grime directly onto your taste buds.
“Okay, let’s take this a bit slow. I’ll release my big toe, and you will have to lick it spotless. Once you do that, I’ll release the next and so on. Oh, and I’m really good at feeling my toes exactly, so don’t even think about cheating.” This was going to be hell.
You felt her big toe being released, relieving a lot of pressure on your tongue, allowing precious blood to flow. You quickly started to move what portion of tongue was free around the area in between her toes, displacing a few chunks of grime. Your tongue was covered in the horrible grime and sweat, leaving you lightheaded and unable to concentrate properly.
“Wow, I’m impressed you managed to do that. I was honestly expecting you to pass out! Well, you still have 4 more toes to go!” She said, practically laughing at your misery.
It was really difficult, but you managed to eventually get all four areas in between clean enough and not completely collapse mentally. Lucky for you, she felt enough pity for you to only force 1 foot on you, since you were her brother. Your sister pulled out her foot from your mouth and got off of you. You finally had a bit of downtime and the ability to turn your head. You saw that the rest of the cheerleaders were actually into it. Some of them were a bit concerned and worried, but overall the mood was light hearted towards your humiliation.
“Well, looks like your little interruption actually got us all pumped up. We were just going to have a normal slumber party, but I think that we’re going to put off sleeping for a while. As for you, your performance was actually really good. You’re a natural at being a slave. I think that we can have a deal here. You’ll be our slave boy for at least this tonight.” She turns to the rest of the team. “Alright girls, he’s yours. Do whatever you want with him. I’ll be out for a bit.”
You saw how the eyes of some of the members lit up. No doubt they were ready to follow your sister’s cruel lead. Worst of all, one of them was your crush Jessica, and by the looks of it, she was eager to have her turn.
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