Chapter #5All out fight by: Unknown Wonder Woman is your wondrous instructor, you are a ‘new recruit for the grinder’ in this case, the grinder is the fabulous Wonder Woman, though she is hard – you certainly can’t find any evidence of outright unfairness or her infamous test, spoken of in only whispers.
She has told you to prepare for a battle, though of what sort she is yet to specify...
You stand at attention when she enters your sparring room, listening intently.
“I must admit instructor, I had heard that you are considered the hardest teacher here?” you ask, politely.
“Yes, you see... I prefer to ‘overtrain’ new recruits, instead of the alternative. Most of the other instructors would agree to have you graduated by now. But, I insist on more thorough training.”
Hearing your instructor’s penchant for postponing her trainees’ advances is a little disheartening, but you signal your readiness, prepared to prove yourself to her.
“Ready yourself!” she calls.
Jennifer suddenly lunges forwards, taking you off balance. The move was so unexpected! A further flick to your chest has you collapse onto the floor beneath you.
Diana boldly props her boots on your chest. She has even managed to swing a chair over you to sit on!
“You see, while your adversary may be faster or stronger than yourself, you may still outwit them.” Wonder Woman declares. “Even if your interrogator is doggedly persuasive, you may still deny them. All it takes is resolve.”
You gulp, “Interrogation?”
“Awhile ago I devised a special method to simulate the power of interrogation; without hurting any recruits.”
You gulp, “As in... a method of torture?”
“Yes. In my opinion... my feet, when used to overwhelm a trainees olfactory senses, can be an excellent training exercise” Diana urges.
“They can?” you ask weakly. Inwardly, your excitement swells.
“Of course, you’ll see. Now, I’ll let you do the honors of disrobing me of my big red boots” Diana declares.
You smile, realizing that this act could be either bliss or torture, purely based on perspective. As you are fondling for the rim of her left boot, Diana suddenly pipes up: “I forgot to mention earlier, I ran track today. Oh, and I chased a band of thieves; maybe it was two.”
She seems bemused at you expression of mock horror.
Wonder Woman’s lifestyle certainly seems strenuous; whatever you find in her boots is doubtful to smell of roses.
You clasp the heel of her boot, your other hand supports the toe; slowly prising out inches of her calf. You soon notice that she has chosen to wear nylon stockings, an intriguing choice.
As if in answer, Wonder Woman pipes up to answer: “I don’t usually wear stockings, but you’ll discover why soon enough!” Diana declares; a little too pleased with your predicament.
Her boot makes a resounding pop when it finally comes off. Foot springing free with an exciting display of fanning toes; heralding the olfactory offering: tart vinegar, sharp boot leather and cheese commixed.
The aroma is overwhelming, soliciting (fake) mournful groans.
Diana’s nostrils flare as she notices the aroma. “Phew, I’m glad I’m not the trainee – those reek to high heavens! I suppose you should take a good look at them, for maximum memory retention.”
You inspect Diana’s feet.
Curvilinear contours connect a spherical heel to her instep. Her arch is crescent; the ball of her foot juts tastefully outward, with tempting toes that protrude playfully. A layer of toejam and lint betray their fragrant condition. In Conclusion: A beautiful pair of feet and a great example of Wonder Woman’s wide allure.
Her stockings are reinforced black pantyhose. The fabric is so dilapidated that her feet have worn a hole through both of them; see-through windows to Wonder Woman’s wondrous soles.
“Believe it or not, this is one day’s wear and tear” Wonder Woman begins, “one of the downsides of super strength.” She adds, stroking her toes.
The room brims, with no open windows or spaces, the smell becomes highly concentrated.
“Are you sure this isn't just a really old pair, not trying to smother me are you?” You inquire, teasingly. Her feet demand a stroke; your tactile senses meet with crisp smooth skin that shimmers with droplets of sweat.
“Don’t worry; I haven’t managed to smother a recruit yet...” Wonder Woman giggles “but I haven’t been trying to, either!”
You gulp. Peering down at you is the owner of mighty, widespread feet; (with ample aroma), poised to muzzle you. “Ready for your trainer’s smelly size nines?” she teases.
“Not really, but those have to be the at least size fifty!” you retort, jokingly.
Wonder Woman seems to miss the humor entirely, “Let’s see if you can withstand Wonder Woman’s infamous test!” She barks, referring to herself in the third person.
She plants her soles purposefully into your face. Needless to say, the smell of her foot emanates strongest at its source. You manage a deep, satisfying whiff, punctuated by a few small coughs. The acrid vinegar of Diana’s foot makes for formidable, smelly, practice.
After a few more whiffs, Wonder Woman pulls her other foot free. This foot forms a pair, a duality of salacious sole bliss.
“Let’s see how you like the two of my feet, smothering you both at once.”
Both feet are rubbed around your face, encircling your nose. This new level of intensity forces a tear from your eye, as well as a cough; the smell permeates the air within your lungs.
You can sense that she wants you to squirm a little underfoot. She smiles delightedly when you do, and it is then that you realize she is really enjoying herself.
“I’m impressed!” Wonder Woman declares, grinning at her trainee footstool. “Most super-heroes break down after a few minutes at my feet, gifted ones at that!”
You simply smile with the knowledge that you are going to pass this test with flying colors. And set a new record for foot sniffing, while you’re at it.
She crosses a foot over the other, content to wait for the usual cries of surrender from the trainee foot receptacle. As you grow more used to the aroma, you thoroughly enjoy the experience, blissfully sniffing away at Wonder Woman’s soles for well over an hour.
“Hm...” Wonder Woman ponders, perturbed by your resilience “I can’t say this has happened before...”
Wonder Woman’s smelly soles hold no sway over a foot fetishist!
“Yes, I did it; I won!” you exclaim.
“Um... well, not quite...” Wonder Woman begins.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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