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After her father’s death, Myrcella Baratheon was quick to learn under her cruel mother, Cersei Lannister. Though she was kind at heart, Cersei knew she needed to toughen up and become more cruel if she was going to be a member of the royal house. Wanting to build her confidence and authority, Cersei arranged a test to help build that feeling of power and groom her in her own image.
Having captured a poor young beggar who’d survive off stealing off the streets, instead of putting him to death she decided to use him as the perfect example for Myrcella to subjugate. Despite Myrcella’s reluctance, her mother persuaded her to follow her to the dungeons where the poor beggar was shackled to the wall by chains. The moment Myrcella saw him she felt a pang of pity and regret for the poor man knowing he was in for an unbearable punishment though she wasn’t sure what it was just yet.
Cersei had her cold arrogant smirk spread on her face as she had her guards open the cell doors, permitting them both inside. Her long strides were fluid and unmatched as Myrcella followed in more hesitantly. Standing in front of the chained man, Cersei crosses her hands before ordering the guards to throw him to the floor.
“This young man is a poor waste of space who wastes his time living off of others’ stealing from them much like a rat. I think it’s time we show him what happens when you disobey the rules of the Kingdom and where he belongs.” Cersei said Cooley before kicking out harshly, her hard dirty booted sole snapping right across his face, bruising it as he landed on his back in a daze with the evil queen towering right over him.
“You’re going to follow my lead and make an example of these worthless peasants. We’ll show them just just how far beneath our royal feet they are.”
Cersei said arrogantly as she stomped down on the peasant’s face with her hard edge dirty boot creating a boot imprint to mark him as their property. Stepping back, she motions for Myrcella to join her.
At first the young innocent princess hesitated looking very uncomfortable and disturbed with the man’s treatment. She scrunched her toes inside her tight ballerina royal shoes, feeling the sweat and grime slide between her toes since she had been running around on her feet all day. Still she forced those feelings away and embraced Cersei’s charisma, letting her words hit their mark. Lifting her golden slipper shoe, she hovered it above the man’s face for a dreadful moment , aware Cersei was watching her every move. Knowing she’d have to put on show of dominance for her mother, she stomped down roughly on the poor man’s face, smearing off any dirt and dust collected from beneath. She proceeds to grind the balls of her shoe on his cheek, feeling a pang of regret as the man groaned in discomfort and disgust then heard Cersei urge her on to put more work into it.
Pushing aside all her feelings, she focused purely on the sensation of dominance she was beginning to feel from having the man pinned helplessly. She felt a thrilling sensation hit her as she lifted her other shoe and fully stepped on his face, the sole and heel pressing up against his nose and mouth giving him a hint of the reeking sweaty stench lying wait beneath. Balancing on him with the perfect grace of a princess, she proceeds to lift one leg high up so she could get a good view of his distraught face, getting mixed feelings about it, then couldn’t help but snicker a bit childishly as she stomped down hard on his face, making him groan in pain and disgust. She then lifted her other leg, proceeding to do the same thing as she giggled a bit,while Cersei watched on clearly impressed.All she needed was little push and that awakened her more primal corrupted royal desires buried beneath.She was becoming more and more like her mother with each passing second as she fully gave into the thrilling sensation of control and putting others beneath her.
“I’ll prove to you that I’m more then worthy mother, this slave won’t be able to even think by the time I’m through breaking him underfoot!” Myrcella said with a hard stomp onto his groaning mouth, forcing some of the grime and dearth lay dirt off against his lips.
“Stick out your tongue slave!” Cersei commanded harshly. The man shuddered in fear but didn’t obey, keeping his lips sealed but after a few hard motivating stomps from Myrcella’s golden filthy ballerinas, he obeyed, stretching his tongue out and letting it hang. Myrcella instantly took advantage his vulnerable state by dragging her filthy sole along his exposed tongue, using it as a foot wipe to clean off the grime of her tight shoes, blackening his tongue in the process. Myrcella’s eyes light up as a devious idea came to mind, knowing it would impress her mother and cement her place above this worthless peasant.
Lifting one foot up, she arches it flexibly so her shoe arched downwards pointing straight at his exposed open mouth. She then rammed her foot straight into his open mouth, wedging the filthy shoe deeply into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge with discomfort as the corrupted princess light weight pressed down on him.
Cersei clapped her hands, clearly impressed with her daughter’s brutal performance and encouraged her to go deeper and be harsher. Myrcella gladly complied, shoving her dirty shoe foot in in harder, forcing the old leather to go half way before slipping her delicate sweaty slim bare foot out from the tight confines, revealing her glorious sweaty bare sole. Her smooth perfect foot hovered above his face for a few moments, giving him a good view of the sweat glistening off it and pieces of leather sticking to her reeking foot.
A smug like childish grin came across her face as she proceeded to plant her foot down straight into his nose, wedging it between the instep and toes, giving him the brunt of its toxic stench. The man instantly let out a muffled gag that vibrates against her shoe while his eyes tested from the intense stench, his face becoming very red from being demeaned beneath the smaller girl’s royal sticky soles. Myrcella basked in the moment, enjoying his suffering as she spread her toes gleefully, making his eyes tear from the toxic stench of her cheesy reeking soles that violated his senses. He couldn’t quite believe just how badly they reeked given her lineage but it was mind numbing and left him in a weakened dazed state.
Taking advantage of his dazed state, she slipped off her other tight shoe with a light squelch and plants it firmly against his cheek, rubbing and grinding it all over, smearing off dust and sweat and pieces of leather all over it as she created a coating of her foot prints to show all over his face. She laughed at his degrading pathetic expression clearly taken in by her
mother’s influence.
Myrcella then slid her sweat drenched left foot right up to her shoe that was still stuffed into his mouth like a gag and used her dexterous toes to pull it out with a tight wet pop. Strands of saliva connected to the tip as he sighed with relief but it was short lived as she immediately replaced her worn shoe with her reeking sweaty toes, forcing his lips to stretch back as her toes wiggled around invasively, pressing all over his tongue and gums, violating it to her hearts content. She managed to grab his tongue with her toes, forcing him to clean out the horrid toe jam and grime between each digit filling it with a sweet salty taste that made the man choke as his throat bulged with dirty saliva trickling from the edges of his lips. His eyes bulged as he tried to get any fresh air but Myrcella just chuckled tauntingly as she spread her dainty flushed pinkish cute toes and forced his nose tightly between their digit. She then pinched it tightly completely cutting off his air as he squirmed and struggled beneath her weight like a dying fish. She held this pose on the poor unfortunate man as she tightened her hold on his nose from between her corrupted reeking sticky toes. She started to also use her other foot to repeatedly gag him, forcing her foot in and out rapidly like a cock, making him struggle to breath before keeping it firmly inside his mouth, spreading her toes so he could taste the full glory of its built up sweat.
The man’s eyes soon began to roll back from the lack of air as he was about to pass out but she then spread her toes, letting him get a deep whiff of her revolting odor from between her reeking toes, making him shudder and shake as the contaminated stench made its way into his lungs, making his tongue droop as he nearly went blank, making it all the easier for the young cute corrupted princess to dominate him fully beneath her reeking putrid sweaty stinky soles as she thought of new creative ways to break her new slave and explore this new thrilling sensation of dominance.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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