"This is the one, ma'am." "The Death Watch spy!"
The guards pushed you face first into the floor of the throne room. Your arms and legs were all but useless in stun cuffs, but your mouth was working like a dream: "Let me go! I-I'm innocent... please, your majesty!" you whimpered pathetically in your bondage. Duchess Satine's bright blue eyes stared down at you. Her reply was short and precise. "But you were caught negotiating with a terrorist, correct?" And you had no good answer for it.
"Well... I... you see..." your brain scrambled for an excuse, but as your ribs buckled painfully under the weight of the guards pressing down your back, you were forced to tell the truth. "... y-yes... your majesty!" With a subtle hand gesture, the Duchess ordered the two men to back away and you were finally able to breathe. "Then, it's settled. You will now be tried in a court of law. In face of your crimes against New Mandalore, and given your confession, you will be convicted of treason and sentenced to life in jail." she said, calm and collected as usual. "Take this criminal away."
As the Duchess revealed your destiny, you were overcome with despair. Your whole life flashed by in a second, and the thought of spending the rest of it in prison filled your heart with dread. "No! Please... I beg you! I will do anything!" you sobbed loudly, clawing at the floor as the palace guards dragged you away to captivity. You held your eyes closed in shock, in complete denial of the situation. In an ultimate bout of strength, you managed to force them open. And to your surprise, you were still in the throne room. On the ground. Looking at Satine's heels.
"I believe in redemption, I do." the Duchess's voice echoed from above. "And I'm willing to pardon your sentence. If you are willing to partake in a little experiment of mine..." The answer flew off your lips as if by instinct. "Yes, of course, your majesty! I-I will do anything! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you exclaimed, almost tearing up in joy.
"Great..." From the floor beneath Satine's throne, you saw her delicate, pale hand play around with zipper on her shoes. "I am no fan of tradition. But I'm no fan of violence either. You see, back in darker times, Mandalorian women had a clever way to discipline their children..." Slowly, she began to unzip her grey heels. "H-how?" you questioned meekly, as a sharp, putrid scent crept its way into your nose... "Using their smelly feet, of course!"
And upon finishing her sentence, you saw the Duchess's lily-white feet slip out of her shoes, accompanied by a disgusting squelch... and gut-wrenching stench! Your lungs seared as the first wave of smell wafted into your nostrils: it was a rich, pungent blend of vinegar, a warm cloud of corrosive gas which emanated from Satine's sweaty, pink soles. You gagged over and over, struggling to breathe through the acid stink, while the Duchess resumed her monologue: "Imagine if we could do the same to our criminals... to traitors like you!" she exclaimed, brushing the tip of her long toes against your cheek.
Her toes, her heels, her arches, they were all caked in toe jam... as her feet touched your face, you could literally feel the stench seep into your pores! That wasn't the smell of a queen, it was the smell of warrior (and a dead one at that!) "Y-you're sick!" you managed to yell out, a clear mistake, for when you opened you mouth, you immediately felt the sour foot odor adhering to your taste buds. Yuck! "Now, now... you promised to help me, didn't you?"
You laid there in silence, just trying to hold your breath. So much for clemency! "Hm, where should we begin? Oh. I know - let's work on the sentences!" Satine's feet slowly advanced toward your face... which sentence was she going to exact on you?
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