**Soft mewling groans continued to come from Jake's mouth as he licked up and down the bratty angry teenager's filthy boot, cleaning off the layers of mud coating it. His tongue became blackened from the mud the poor boy licked off as he glanced up at her dominate amused face, feeling her powerful grip on his head forcing him down at her feet. When she sat down and began to unzip her boots, he watched as the top of her damp white socks were revealed, showing just how moist they were around the top. He shuddered to think of just how intense and powerful the odor was and how sweaty they'd feel against his face as she teased him, his tired tongue being too worn to resist her more dominate assertive nature. He could tell from the bits of intense putrid odor that waft from her boots that her feet had been cooped up inside for a long time and must have been worn and filthy with sweat and dirt from running around all day.**
*"P-please, just let me go, I don't mean any harm. I can't bare the humiliation anymore."*
**He gulped nervously, feeling completely exposed and helpless before the stronger girl, amazed by just how much mud and dirt she picked up on her rancid boots. It must have been ages since the rugged cute girl cleaned herself and she was going to let all of that out on him**
“Let you go? Oh man, that’s rich. I’ve *killed* people for stealing from me, you know?” **Seemingly content with the nearly impossible task of shining her boots with his tongue, Clementine finally let her feet completely out of them after dragging her new bitch through camp back to her personal cabin. Several of her group asked who Jake was, to which she calmly explained the situation. Each of them in turn snickered at him and asked to have their own turns with him. She seemed to oblige all of them, provided he finished with her first. Eventually, the boy was tossed to the ground by a tent she had claimed as hers, a makeshift bed consisting of a sleeping bag slightly elevated off the ground using some boxes as a bedframe. Sitting on her bed after bounding his hands behind his back, she dared him to try to run with the spirited look in her eyes.** “Now bitch- your name is bitch now, by the way - you will do what I say when I say it, and say thank you for allowing you to do so. Otherwise, you’re walker food. Understand? Now, put your face on my socked feet and inhale deeply.”
She presented her dirty, obviously sweaty white socks that were on her feet up to his face, a look of expectance on her face.**
**Jake shuddered when he saw Clementine slip her rugged now clean boots off revealing her damp sweaty socking feet, showing off the shape of her wonderful soles rather well. A putrid odor also emitted from her reeking feet, making the poor boy gasp as she began to drag him through the camp to her cabin, making him flinch as she walked across the muddy ground, now picking up clumps of dirt and debris from the floor. A light squelching noise could be heard as well as she stepped through the camp, pulling him along with surprising strength for someone smaller then him. With each new member he saw, his heart sank seeing just how excited they were to make him into their footbitch next and see him suffer. He flinched feeling his wrists bound behind his back then watched as she sat down, making him glance up at her fearfully with his now dirtied, boot marked face. Being too afraid to disobey her assertive dominate personality, he meekly responds hesitantly.**
*'O-okay, just p-please don't hurt me. I'll be whatever you want and use how you see fit, even if I get degraded beneath yours and everyone else's stinky feet."
**Seeing both of her socked soles hovering mere inches from his face, Jake gulped nervously, his eyes watering a bit from the intense stench as he wrinkled his nose then proceeded to draw his handsome face forward, pressing them against her dirtied socked soles with a sickening squish, feeling them envelop his cheeks. A submissive groan escapes his lips as he inhales deeply, taking in the intense putrid cheesy earthly odor that invaded his senses as he squirmed a bit, being completely helpless and in a vulnerable position much to Clemetine's amusement, only encouraging her to dominate the poor boy more beneath her soft reeking socked soles**
Her socked feet smelled absolutely horrible, as if she had literally never washed them, and they were sweaty every single day. The scent made him dizzy and he could feel even through her socks how her soles were cakes with dirt. She pressed her two feet to his face, making it hard to breathe, and held him there for a moment. Two, three.
"Mphhfmm!" **Jake's lips became a muffled gag as Clementine planted both of her reeking dirty socked soles firmly onto his face, feeling their moist putrid sweat cling to his cheeks as he struggled to get some fresh air beneath the dominate girl. His bright eyes watered from the putrid earthly cheesy odor, making him go light headed from the powerful toxic stench as she smothered him underfoot, her damp filthy socks enveloping his face in a intense powerful aura as he was subjugated to her feet. Sweaty imprints of her soles began to show on his face as he squirmed helplessly, unable to lift a finger with his hands bound. He looked worn and embarrassed, being unable to handle the degrading treatment, with her dirty boot marks showing all over his handsome face, marking him as Clementine's property as he struggled to breath, his face twitching beneath her reeking socks as his crotch stiffened from beneath his pants.**
“How do they smell?” She said giggling in a way that sounded innocent. “You look a little light-headed there, bitch. I hope you’re enjoying yourself. Though i can see from here that you are.”
**Jake's only response came out in a muffled grunt, his words jumbled as he attempted to say something. He could smell and even feel the humidity of her reeking dirty socks as they waft and invaded his lungs, his body shuddering to each breath he inhaled as he became more drugged and weaker from the putrid stench. Soon he slumped over at her feet, his face still firmly immobilized beneath her socked soles as he opened his lips, desprately trying to get more free air to breath in**
Clementine took one socked foot off his face, holding the other against his nose. She smacked his cheek repeatedly with the free foot, punctuating her words as she got more aggressive. "I. said. How. Do. They. Smell?!"
**The boy gazed up at the dominate survivors beautiful face in a daze with sweaty sock marks showing all over his face. Listening to her playful assertive words, the boy responds back**
“I-it smells so filthy! Like you’ve been keeping them soaked up in rotten cheese and vinegar!”
**The boy responds between every aggressive stomp on his cheek, making him wonder just how much worse they’d smell and feel when she pulled her sweaty damp socks off revealing her filthy hard working feet. Despite her aggression she also had a playfulness to her style of dominating that only frightened him more making him wonder how much more assertive and much she’d enjoy this**
Clementine frowned, but it was a feigned offense. "You should tell me how much you love the smell of my feet!" She kickes his face harder, sweat prints sticking to the battered boy's face. The filth on her socks slowly transferred to his cheeks as she kept him smelling nothing more than her rotting cheesy stink.
**The boy flinched as he felt her damp sock smack against his face. Struggling against his bonds, he attempted to free himself but only succeeded in exposing himself more to her relentless kicks, despite her foot being soft and smooth it still dazed him until he stopped struggling, slowly being broken into submission.**
*"G-gah s-stop please they stink so bad!"*
**He said between breaths, not thinking so much about what he was saying as more sweaty foot marks showed all over his face**
She stripped off her socks, rolling them into a ball and holding them, as she put one leg behind his head and pulled him close with it. The other foot pressed against his face, the toes wiggling around his nose and applying pressure to it. The scent was even more intense, caked dirt mixed with so much sweat it smelled like she had walked barefoot through a garden.
"Ohhh," she said in mock sympathy. "Do they smell bad? *soo* bad you said. I'm gonna make you love them, whore." She spit at him, it landing between her toes on his face. She used the opportunity to rub it in between her dexterous digits.
"You'll be kneeling at my bed to sniff my dirty feet when we're done."
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