Lying down, she shoves her right foot right into your face. The bare, rough sole of moist flesh, nearly covers your entire face, pushing you head back as this green wall of savage foulness invades your nose like thousand spears, making your eyes water and your consciousness fade.
She then kicks you hard with her left foot, the sharp pain keeping you awake as she keeps rubbing her feet into your face.
“Stay awake” she growled: “I want you to memorize this scent!”
You were forced to breath in her stench, as she kept rubbing it up and down.
“That’s it, remember this scent, the scent of your master.”
With half-lid eyes, you were somewhere between consciousness and unconscious, as her smell kept lingering.
“Hunters like you should know about marking one’s territory… rubbing, grinding, and befouling our prey… until it reeks of you…. Telling everyone who smells you that you’re mine.”
You whimpered, fearing that fact that you will smell like her forever. Frighten that no soap or ethanol could wash off her foot odor, as she kept rubbing it in to you.
“Oh, hush! Better you get used to it! I am going to use you as my personal foot cleaner! Having you lick my feet after a long hard day would be such a luxury, all the other girls will be so jealous of me… perhaps I could even share you with them?”
It was hard to think straight anymore, her fetid foot was clouding your brain as she kept rubbing them into your face, it was then that you felt yourself slowly getting an erection.
“Oh, look at that” Anka cooed: “Such a good boy, already showing submission to its master.”
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