Their Prisoner 12 - Kyoka Jiro

Their Prisoner 12 – Kyoka Jiro

Intro

Your life as a Mirko’s slave has been good. The other girls sometimes visit and use you. One day, Mirko has to go away for a couple of weeks, but she doesn’t want to leave you alone. You get a “babysitter” – Kyoka Jiro.

Story

You’re all alone with Kyoka Jiro. She slowly takes off her shoes. They reek. She wiggles her black-sock-clad toes.

Kyoka: “Soooo…. You are the famous first-generation foot slave. Hmmm… You’re a bit on the thin side. Why don’t I… make you something to eat. Wait here, boy. And don’t touch my stuff.”

As she’s fixing you something in the kitchen, you decide to be disobedient and look through her stuff. You sniff her stinky shoes. They smell marvellously nauseating. There’s a rancid stench coming out of her bag; you open it to find stinky socks. She must have changed them recently. The entire bag stinks. She calls you into the kitchen.

You’re confused as there’s only one plate of food on the table and she’s currently sitting there. Did she not make you anything to eat?

Kyoka: “What are you waiting for? Come and have your food. Peel off my socks and have whatever you can find on my foot – have your sustenance.”

You get under the table, peel off the smelly sock using your teeth and lick her feet. In the meantime, she’s eating the meal she made for herself. You guess it makes sense; you’re no longer human; therefore, you don’t eat human food, only what feet can provide.

She lies on the sofa, watches some Netflix as you clean the kitchen.

Suddenly, you feel a weird sensation; you’re paralysed! You realise you’re shrinking. Before you know it, you’re the size of an ant. You panic; being so small enhances your smelling sense - the entire house smells of unwashed feet!

Kyoka is looking for you. You try to get her attention as her massive, now sockless feet stomp on the kitchen floor. You run in front of her, hoping she’ll know what happened to you, but the gigantic foot never stops.  It stomps on you.

You wake up startled – you realise you were crushed and died. Somehow you got reborn. Kyoka is still there, shouting for you to come out. You’ve noticed you’ve become smaller.

You run towards her again; this time, she notices you.

Kyoka: “Ewhhh, an ant! How disgusting. Die!”

Her massive foot smashes into you. This time as you die, you don’t feel any pain. The stench is so intense that it knocks you out before you’re crushed. But red smudges always remain in the place of your death. You wake up being smaller yet again.

This continues a few more times. Kyoka gave up searching for you, deciding to just go to sleep. She’s sure you haven’t escaped, the house sensors pick up your signature, but you’re so tiny that they can’t pinpoint your exact location.

It takes you the entire night to climb up the bed. You start climbing up her massive foot, finally reaching the top of the big toe. Your movement causes her foot to be itchy, as a result the other foot comes crashing down on you - you get crushed again.

It’s the next day. You’re so microscopic, like a speck of dust.

Finally, Kyoka decides to call the other girls for help. They use a magnifying glass to look through the apartment. You’re on the kitchen floor when Mt Lady finally manages to find you.

Kyoka gently picks you up placing you in a hamster cage padded with smelly socks.

Kyoka: “Stay there, little foot slave. My feet sometimes release toxic stench fumes, which can shrink inferior slave boys such as yourself down. My socks usually prevent it from happening, but I told you to take them off. They are back on my feet now. You’ll be slowly growing back to normal size. In the meantime, you’ll serve me in your tiny, pathetic form.”

Your recovery time is slow. When you’re as small as a speck of dust, you must clean the disgusting gunk under her toenails.

When you’re a bit bigger, you’re taped to the sole of her foot, accompanying her everywhere she goes. She doesn’t even release you during sleep. Your body is squished, smelly and wet with sweat.

When you’re about the size of a hand, she steps on you, moulding you into her comfy insole. She wears you so much that the heel makes a hole in your body. She sometimes carries you in the cleavage of her glorious breasts.

It takes you ages to get back to normal size.

Kyoka: “You can look after my feet the best when you’re in this size. But if you misbehave, I’ll release my toxic foot gas on you. Go it? I love how little food you needed when you were tiny. I didn’t have to feed you; only a little bit of that food gunk was enough to keep you going!”

As a goodbye present, she has one last session with you. She’s been wearing the same socks and shoes the entire time, just for you so that you can sniff her foot odour at its strongest. She pushes her foot into your face, freshly taken from her stinky foot.

…

You learn from news that the world had a massive debate about whether it’s ethical to keep sentient, intelligent beings such as yourself as foot slaves. To help with coming to a conclusion, your intelligence will be tested. You may be released if it can’t be proven that you’re dumber than stupid animals. Your freedom depends on your answer. Are you truly incapable of complex thoughts and emotions?

Froppy: “Now, don’t recoil back. Come closer, sniff.”

You take a deep breath, but the stench is so strong that each sniff takes away some of your IQ, numbing your brain and dumbening you. You can’t think straight.

Froppy: “Now, answer a few questions. We’ll start from simple addition. I bet you’re only capable of mimicking us strong, intelligent females. You won’t be able to answer any of my questions. What’s 5 + 5?”

You try hard to think of an answer; you should know this, but the stench makes your brain numb; you feel brain-dead. So, you take a wild guess.

You: “7?”

You hear both Kyoka and Froppy laughing. More questions are asked – all should be really easy to answer but you just can’t get any of it right.

Kyoka: “Ok slave, tell the world how much you love what is being done to you. Say how pathetic you are.”

For some reason, it’s easy to express how lovely all the female feet are and how much you love being humiliated by them. Even to you your ears, you sound pathetic. This was the end. The world decided that you are indeed a lower life form than animals – custom-made for the pleasure of superior female feet.

Foot size: 8 UK

Smell intensity: 10/10

Smell description: stilton cheese and vinegar

Smell effect: mind dumbing, shrinking down

Taste: very salty, similar to salt and vinegary crisps