Their Prisoner 10 -Ochako Uraraka

Their Prisoner 10 – Ochako Uraraka

Intro

You’ve been loaned out to many girls with stinky feet, each wanting a different service from you.  The common theme was always the same – feet. They all loved dominating you with their cheesy, unwashed feet. You felt like an inferior thing – existing only for their pleasure.

Story

Ochako: “So this is the footboy in person. Hmmm… What’s all this fuss about? He doesn’t look like anything special.”

Himiko: “Why don’t you try him out? He can take anything. His body is sturdy thanks to our nutritious foot sweat and gunk. He doesn’t even need normal human food anymore. Isn’t that wonderful? If the experiment succeeds, soon all boys will be modified into perfect foot slaves for females.”

Ochako Uraraka flashes her perfect smile at you. She takes off her shoe, presenting you with her perfectly stinky foot. The stench lingers longer than usual in your nose.

Ochako: “Well? Kiss your Goddesses’ foot, you slave foot whore.”

You place a chaste kiss on the top of her lovely foot. She’s using some moisturizer - the top smells lovely, even though her sole reeks of unwashed feet.

She massages your cheek with the sole of her foot, and you lean into the touch. The toes spread in front of your nose.

Ochako: “Put your nose in there, slave. Sniff your Goddessess’ toes. I’ve used many foot sub boys like you; they all say that’s the best-smelling area of my foot.”

You dive deep between her toes. The stench is so vile that you sway on your knees, but you keep leaning closer and closer to those toes. You must accomplish your task – she is your Goddess, and you are to appreciate every sniff of the divine stench you can get.

She wiggles her toes at you.

Ochako: “Good boy. I want to de-stress. Serve my feet as I play Pokémon on my Switch.”

She makes herself comfortable on the couch. You gently rub each of her feet, going from the top to the bottom.

…

Your hands became numb, she’s been playing for hours now with no sign of stopping, and you’re not allowed to rest.

She’s getting increasingly agitated as her shiny hunt is going badly.

Ochako: “Aghhhh, I’m more stressed out now than before I came here! And getting stressed makes me fart. Grrrr. Lay down on the floor; you’ll smell my farts. I bet no one has taught you to appreciate female stench in all its forms. It doesn’t matter where it comes from; all females are superior; therefore, you’ll appreciate all sorts of smells, including the one coming out of my bum.”

No one has ever done this to you before. You’re scared, but surely it can’t be worse than the smell of reeking feet. She sits on your face, her asshole in front of your nose. She farts loudly directly into your nose. You jump as the smell hits you instantly. The stench is disgusting, it goes into your nose, and you struggle to escape.

Ochako: “Ahaha. I see you didn’t enjoy this one. Too bad, I enjoy tormenting you. Before coming here, I had some tacos, so my farts are nasty. Consider it training, bitch. Appreciate what I give you. Your nose was made for this!”

She farts constantly into your nose for a long time, laughing at your patheticness. To stop you from struggling, she’s flicking at your penis occasionally, sometimes placing her feet on your penis, giving you a foot job.

She laughs as your eyes water - you constantly go into a coughing fit.

Ochako: “My farts are precious. You should be paying me for being allowed to be exposed to them. Luckily, you get it all for free. I feel cheated out of my extra income.”

…

After what feels like hours, she’s finally done with farting on you. The entire basement floor smells like a toilet.

Ochako: “I’m still not satisfied. Come here. Sniff the area between my toes again. Make those parts feel refreshed by your sniffs; I want to feel the air between those toes. That area loves receiving attention. Also, I blame you for not encountering any shinies. I bet I’d get one or two if you weren’t such a weak, useless creature. Even the game decided you’re too pathetic. Lol. Now make it up to me.”

You keep the nose between her toes, sniffing it and exhaling sharply. She moans in pleasure as the hot air touches her skin. She loves how it heats it up.

Ochako: “Mmm, that was good. Now sniff my school shoe. Tell me honestly, how does it smell? Is it bad? My school friends have been complaining about the unpleasant smell of my feet. It makes them nauseous, particularly when I take off my shoes during classes to let them breathe a bit; they get so hot in those shoes, after all. But surely, they exaggerate, right? Go on, tell me honestly.”

You take a deep sniff of the offending shoe… It smells horrendous. You’re instantly getting a splitting headache. But you won’t say it out loud to her; it would only end badly.

You: “It smells lovely, Godddess. This lowly slave if grateful for this sniffing opportunity.”

She is pleased, but you feel like you’re about to throw up. Her foot odour is the worse you’ve ever encountered so far.

Ochako: “I knew they were overreacting. Come here; I’ll reward you since I’m a benevolent Goddess. You haven’t eaten anything in two days. I’ve been watching your 24/7 YouTube stream, so I know what’s happening with you. It’s always so funny watching you serving feet. So convenient; I’m looking forward to owning my very own foot slave soon too. Himiko’s research is a great success, and I think the Government will soon approve the Global use of foot boys. I’ve already signed up as one of the training instructors. I’m so excited to break pathetic footboys! Now come, lick!”

She takes a bottle of whipped cream out of her bag, squeezing it on her toes.

You suck it off every toe. It’s delicious; you’ve forgotten what real food tastes like. It’s truly heavenly. Even the saltiness of the foot doesn’t bother you.

You thank her again by licking her entire foot and kissing the top. That was a good day for you; your belly is finally full.

From that day onward, your training also includes farting. Soon, you start enjoying the smell of it too. They explained that when you’re fully trained, you’ll be auctioned off – the highest bidder will be your new owner.

Foot size: 6 UK

Smell intensity: 10/10 (goes up to 13 when taken directly out of her reeking school shoe)

Smell description: strong vinegar, a bit like McDonalds stale, greasy chips

Smell effect: heart palpitations, dizziness, vomiting

Taste: salty, earthy and a little bit acidy, greasy