Amy smiled at a graceful Gardevoir who seemed to glide into the cave. Her smile faded however, as a cheesy odor wafted into her nose. She gagged silently as she welcomed her friend. "Ahem...hey there Opal! I bet our little man can't wait to see you..." Sarah followed behind, she had given herself a large amount of space between herself and her friend to escape the smell, but even Sarah had to hold her nose up in disgust. Opal spoke in a low, purring tone, her deep red eyes inspected John, splayed out across the floor. "So..what do you think?"
Amy, covering her mouth raised an eyebrow. "About him? He's a little slow and gets tired easily, plus he's not great at pleasuring us. I think he's quite cute...in a pathetic kind of way." Opal shook her head. "I'm talking to him. What do you think?" Amy looked down, seeing that John had woken up, and was now writhing and cringing from the stink flowing from under Opal's skirt. Sarah walks over and hovers a huge foot over his still aching balls. "Speak when spoken to, slave." Opal shook her head again, and kneels down with his head in her lap. "That won't be necessary. You'll talk with me won't you?" Sarah reluctantly lowered her foot, resting on his balls without any pressure. John nodded, and cleared his throat. "I...want to go home." Opal tilted her head. "You are home. You will worship your mistresses. You don't want to be punished do you?" John whimpered a quiet. "No..." Opal chuckled. "Then obey or accept punishment. Those are your only options." John turned his head away and whined to himself. Sarah was sick of John's complaints and finally stepped down, causing him to yelp. "Opal's showing you some kindness and you're being ungrateful! You better get what you can from her, because don't expect me to coddle you!" Amy giggled. "I might, if you're a reaally good widdle slave!"
Opal stood up and looked over to Sarah. "I never thought that you get a human, I've never seen a human slave before! And he looks like he's already broken. He just doesn't know it. I heard some of them actually can learn to enjoy feet..." Amy cut her off. "We don't want him to. What fun would that be?" Sarah piped up, sitting on John's chest to tape up his quivering mouth. "That's why we thought of you. Your feet are enough to break him!" Opal smirked. "I thought you'd never ask. You'd better step back." Amy and Sarah did so, leaning against the wall of the cave.
As soon as Opal lifted her dress, a potent stale odor of feet filled the cave, making all eyes barring Opal's to tear up. John cried and wailed through the tape. Sarah and Amy donned a couple masks to protect their own nostrils. John stared at Opal's sweaty feet in fear. She wore an old pair of white sandals everywhere she went and never washed her feet. Opal smirked at John's reaction, his nose wiggling in disgust. "I've always had a major sweat problem. It's a good thing you're here to sniff and sniff and sniff..." The Gardevoir sat down on his chest and slipped off her sweat-drenched sandals with a squelch. She hovers her huge feet over John's face. Sweat drops onto him from her wide, pillowy soles, that descend with her stubby toes dancing over his forehead. John simply holds his breath to stop the invasive stink from souring his nostrils, and crushing his will to fight.
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