"I think I'll take the first turn with our little spy friend." Mine says as she plucks the tiny man off the ground. "If that's alright."
"Go ahead Mine. Just make sure you leave enough of him for the rest of us to enjoy when you're done." Najenda orders as she and Leone chuckle while Mine carries you out of the room.
"C-come on lady. Can't we talk about this?" Heath begs as he searches for a way to escape this.
"First of all, you will not refer to me as 'lady'. You will call me Mistress Mine and nothing else." The giant pinkette commands as she gives the man a firm squeeze to assert herself. "Understood?"
Knowing better than to upset a girl that could crush him to paste without a thought, Heath saw the only way out was to comply. "Y-yes mistress Mine." He says.
"Good. There might be hope for your survival yet." She says with a wide grin as she reaches the door to her room. She quickly ducked inside so the two can be alone.
"W-what are you gonna do to me?" He asked as she sits on her bed and drops him to the floor.
"Well, I've been working my butt off training to overthrow the Empire, and my feet are killing me." She says as she pops off her shoe, revealing her stocking-clad foot to the air, there seemed to be some light steam coming from her discarded footwear, as if the shoe itself was worn heavily. She then repeated the process with the other one. "Aaaaah." She sighs in relief of the freedom of her feet before returning to her thought. "So I see it as only fair that you put in some work to help them relax." She says as she props up her feet in front of him.
"Relax how?" Heath asks fearfully.
Scowling a bit at how dense he was being here, Mine rolled her eyes a bit before reaching down to her stockings and beginning to roll them off while she talked. "How dim do you have to be to work as an Imperial spy?" She asks as the first stocking came off, revealing a dainty and small foot with pink-tipped toes. As she set it back down in front of him, he found that her pudgy toes came to about eye level with him.
That's when the smell hit him. The smell itself was a rancid, cheesy scent, and the sheer intensity of it made him recoil a bit as it wafted over him."You are going to service my feet until I say you're done. Fail in any way and I'll punish you. Am I clear now?" She asks.
"Crystal, Mistress Mine." He says as his eyes watered.
"Good. Now then..." She starts. What does she have him do first?
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