**Jake was a survivalist trying to make his way around the world. Since the zombie outbreak, he had taken great care to avoid contact with other people, surviving on what he could scavenge and steal without being noticed.**
**Currently he was sneaking into a new camp looking for things that he could use for survival. Of course the boy didn’t plan to harm anyone, only take what he needs to survive. Being that he wasn’t much of a fighter he really hoped he wouldn’t wake anyone from the camp. He was more talented at being sneaky and since most of the people in this group were children or young adults he was confident they wouldn’t be as on guard.**
**Sneaking bear one of the kids, he takes their backpacks with food inside and begins to make his get away from the base. After a hundred meters he’s confronted by fierce looking cute girl who glares angrily at him. Despite her being a good few inches shorter, the boy was not so inclined to fight and tried to scare her away by pretending to be tough.**
“I don’t want to hurt you, please just let me go and nothing bad will happen. I’m only doing this to survive.”
**Jake glanced down from her dirty face to her muddy boots, making him wonder when it was the last time she took a shower. From the looks of it she hasn’t had it easy and seemed more pissed then anything. Despite the weary look and torn clothes he still found her cute and could imagine she would be even hotter if she was cleaned up with normal clothing.**
**The girl looked at him with a scowl, a knife hanging from her belt. She grabbed the knife and held it with the blade facing her in an assassin-like style.**
**she flexed her toes in her dirty boots noticeably, feet clearly hurting from standing guard on the edge of camp all day.**
“Yeahhhh...that’s not happening. I think you are not in any position to make demands.”
**She held the knife to his neck, jamming his right arm against his back as she did.**
“So how about you try again?”
**Jake gulped nervously, freezing on spot as he felt the cold edge of the blade pressing against his neck, being clearly afraid of the girl. Despite her size and age, she was much more experienced with handling a blade and he didn't like the odds stacked against him.**
*"A-alright, you're in control. J-just please don't hurt me, I wasn't planning on doing anything to you guys. Just get what I need to survive."*
**Jake responds hesitantly, too frightened to resist as she stood behind him, clearly in control of the situation. When she flexed her toes, he could hear a light squelching noise from her dirtied boots, making him glance down momentarily, unsure of what she'd do next. She didn't seem like the type who'd kill without a good reason. He was hoping she'd find a lighter way to make him pay for trying to steal from her group.**
*"U-um so what happens now?"*
**He asks while glancing around the wooded area, noticing that they were alone which made him a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't sure why she didn't wake up the other members of her group but he hope he could find a way out of this situation soon. It was quite hot outside even in the night and he felt like he's overheat soon.**
**She gave some thought to it, not letting up on him as she did.**
“That depends, are you willing to do anything? Honestly, if my group catches you stealing from us, you’ll wish I’d slit your throat right now. Maybe you and I could work something out though, if you’re willing to set aside your dignity.”
**She put pressure on the back of his head, starting to lower his head down to about her stomach. She was in complete control of him in this moment, ready to attack him if he dare move.**
**The boy grimanced in pain as he felt her bending him to the motion of her blade. He would have pulled his arm free from her grip but didn't want to cause her to do anything. Nodding his head a bit, he thought over what she said.**
*"I-i guess I can. I mean I don't want to die so i'd be willing to do anything to make it up to you and your group. What do you want me to do?"*
**With the bent postion he was in, he could now get a much better view of her face, taking in the details of dirt and mud that coated it. She definetly didn't seem to care much for keeping too clean but given the situation she was in he couldn't blame her.**
*"A-also would I have to do things for the other members of the group?"*
**She tripped the boy while keeping her hands on him, getting him caked in mud as he was now on his knees with his back to her. She pushed his face towards her positively filthy boots with a slight chuckle.**
“I can tell you are grossed out by the fact that I, y’know, actually work instead of stealing like a bitch. So how about you kiss these dirty boots for a start? We’ll see if some of the others want you to be their bitch too once I’m satisfied.”
**Jake grunted as he fell forward on his knees, feeling utterly helpless and defeated. Her light chuckle revealed just how much she was enjoying this new sensation of control she had over the handsome boy. It was empowering to say the least to make someone your bitch and show just how beneath you they were. When he heard what she was suggesting, his face paled as a disgusted look came to him. In a meek tone he attempts to resist, hoping his punishment wouldn't be too bad because of it.**
*"K-kiss your boots? They are disgusting though, I don't even know what they walked on and they reek."*
**He could feel the pressure as she pushed his head closer to them getting good details of just how much dirt caked the soles giving off a earthly smell, making him wonder just how much worse her feet could be.**
**He could feel the pressure as she pushed his head closer to them getting good details of just how much dirt caked the soles giving off a earthly smell, making him wonder just how much worse her feet could be.**
*"Y-you can't make me serve you or them, i-it's too belittling to be made into a foot cleaner bitch like that."*
**At this point Clementine was losing her patience. She took one booted foot and pushed his head down to the other with it. She felt his will break as she showed her hard strength to bring him right to the ground and cover him in mud.**
“Oh well you see, it’s that or dying. So it’s up to you what you want to do, thief.”
**He was about to protest when he felt her right muddy boot roughly force his head down against her left boot, instantly smudging and coating his face with the filthy surface. He groaned a bit pathetically, feeling humiliated both physically and mentally from the manner she treated him as she asserted her dominance over the poor boy.**
*"A-alright, i'll do whatever you say and be your bitch, just please don't kill me."*
**He responds meekly, hesitating only a moment, he pursed his lips and began to plan light submissive kisses all over her dirty boot, as a sign that she owned him. A light wet noise could be heard, while his lips became dirtier with each kiss, only lowering his confidence beneath her while giving her a boost as he laid beneath her, completely defeated and in a exposed position on the filthy ground much to her amusement. There was a lot she could do with him to enforce her control and abuse him underfoot, demeaning him practically any way possible from words to foot.**
“Now, lick them. Lick them clean on top, and then you can clean the bottoms too, bitch.” **As he gives up and begins to lick them, Clementine finds that she loves to rub his stupid face all over the dirty tops of the boots. His tongue becomes black as the dirt collects on it, gritty and disgusting to the taste of the would-be thief.**
**Jake groaned a bit, listening to her taunts as he obediently follows her orders, slowly sticking out his tongue and sliding it up and over her booted soles. He could still feel her other boot pressing down firmly on his head, dirtying his hair being easily able to crush it at a moment notice if she wanted to. Soon boot smudges show all over his face as he licks around the top till they shined clean while his tongue turned a blackish color, being completely coated with the substance much to her delight. He could tell she was enjoying every moment of degrading him as she forced him to clean her boots, the horrid taste violating his tastebuds as a disgusted expression came to his face**
“Aw what, you’re not so tough now huh?” **Clementine made sure his tongue got inbetween every tread of her disgustingly muddy boot soles, giving them a surprising amount of polish given how they were outside. As one hand held his head and forced him to do this, she sat herself down on the ground by his prone state and began using her left hand to undo the knot she had tied in her left boot. The laces let each other go with a satisfying looking sort of unzipping, and the shoe responded by opening to show a teasing amount of white sock around her ankles. Sighing with contentment, she switched which hand was manipulating Jake while using her right hand to do the same to the boot he was being forced to clean.
* “I bet that tongue will feel so nice on my tired feet. They could definitely use some sort of massage after I’ve been keeping watch all day.” | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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