Their Prisoner 5 - Froppy

Their Prisoner 5 - Froppy

Intro

The girls come and go as they please, using you in any way they desire. The cameras record you 24/7; all of it is broadcasted live on Youtube. Himiko says you’re like a celebrity now – females all over the world go crazy over you, vote on what they’d like you to do, and comment on how perfect for foot service you are. The entire world doesn’t see you as human anymore. You’re like a caged animal - but more inferior. The girls are making money off you –the channel is extremely popular, making them rich. The viewers send their smelly things – socks, shoes, panties, bra etc. –which are stored in your basement, filling the floor with various stenches of unwashed female feet. They are betting on how long you’ll last suffocating in this stench. The air is toxic - you’re not feeling well. When will this torment end?

Story

The door to your cell opens - Froppy enters. You’re about to say something, but she shushes you.

Froppy: “Oooh, you poor baby. Look how thin and stinky you are. They haven’t been feeding you much, have they? I will help you escape, but in return, you must do something for me. Ok?”

You nod and watch as she slowly takes off her shoe and sock causing you to recoil in disgust.

Froppy: “Aww, am I too much for you, baby? Don’t worry! Froppy will look after you if you do as she says.”

She waves the sock in front of your face. You pinch your nose - she slaps your hand away.

Froppy: “Ah ah, bad baby. Accept my foot odour.”

You tentatively crawl closer towards her taking careful sniffs. It’s stinky, but you love it. You close your eyes and deep dive into the sock, taking deep, greedy breaths. Froppy is amused.

Froppy: “Good little bitch. And how would you like my sweaty feet on your face? You’d love it, wouldn’t you? Lay down; let’s test your reaction.”

You do as instructed. Her wide, damp feet rest comfortably on your face. You start licking instinctively, but it earns you a heal smack to your face.

Froppy: “Bad boy! You’re a badly trained doggy, aren’t you? No surprise there; you are just a small, insignificant foot puppy. Want me to adopt you? You can be my dog. You’ll serve me for a few months. If you do well, I’ll release you, give you back your freedom. What do you say, puppy bitch?”

Stunned, you nod your head. The foot sweat gets all over your face; it feels like you’re being showered with excess sweat.

Froppy: “My feet can produce sweat on demand. Right now, I’m claiming you as my own. Aren’t you lucky, loser? I’ll keep you on a strict foot-sweat diet – it will be your only drink and food source. My sweat has all the vitamins and nutrients your sub-animal body needs to survive.”

You can’t move, your body is totally drenched in sweat - you’re paralysed! It looks like this is her secret ability. She removes her feet from your face releasing you from your paralysis. A tablet with your bank webpage is shoved into your face.

Froppy: “But if you want me to take you out of here, you’ll have to give me all your money. I’ve researched you – I know who you used to be before you became this. You have a small fortune on your savings bank account. Transfer it all to me, and I’ll release you from this prison. Surely your freedom is worth it.”

Your mind rebels – it doesn’t want to release all your savings to one of your foot abusers – but the sweat which is still on your face has some mind-controlling effect -  you mindlessly log into your mobile banking account and let her do whatever she wants with your money. You have a peek at the bank balance – no money is left; you’re broke. You were planning to use your savings to move away somewhere when you got out of this ridiculous situation. Perhaps even changing your identity. But now you’re penniless.

Froppy laughs. The sweat has spread all over your body; your mind can’t resist her commands. She orders you to follow her, and you do. Eventually, you lose consciousness but feel your body moving on its own.

…

When you regain complete control of your body, Froppy is typing something on her computer. You’re lying on the floor - her foot deep in your mouth.

Froppy: “Ahh, my foot warmer is awake. I’ve spoken with Mei, we’ve got a plan on how to hide you. You’re quite a celebrity; every girl would want you for herself. No wonder - you’re so comfy after all.”

She points a weird-looking gun at you.

Froppy: “You’ll go into hiding for a couple of months or so. Mei designed this gun just for you – to allow you freedom. Aren’t you a lucky-foot puppy loser? When you return to normal, I’ll train you to be my real dog.”

She shoots - you feel yourself shrinking down. Froppy’s foot stomps on you, moving forward and backwards - you feel your body changing shape.

Froppy: “Tehehe. You’ll be coming shopping with me now. Aren’t you glad you’ll experience your freedom soon? I can’t wait to spend your money on shopping. So many things to buy! I love shopping sprees so much!”

By this point, you’ve been moulded to fit her foot perfectly. You’re stuck to the sole. Your world darkens as she puts her sock over you, then the shoe. You feel the foot pressing hard into you. It’s already sweating profoundly - your body absorbs it all.

…

It feels like ages, the toes pressing into you. You can’t see or hear anything – you can only feel and smell. You’re drenched in her foot sweat. The shoe is reeking, making you black out a few times – but the respite from the stench is only momentary – the pressure of her foot always brings you back to consciousness. With each step she takes, your body moulds more, accommodating the shape of her foot - fitting it perfectly.

After what feels like forever, she finally removes the shoe and the sock, peeling you off her foot.

Froppy: “Ewh, you’re comfy but you’re such a disgusting insole. Stop dripping sweat all over my carpet. And yuck! Why are there dirt stains in the shape of my footprint on you? How filthy. Ewhhh. Your foot liquid foot absorption is horrible!”

You are unceremoniously thrown onto the floor. She waves the socks before you, squeezing the sweat onto you. The insole body absorbs some of it, but you’re already filled to the brim; you can’t contain much of the new sweat. Froppy scowls at you.

Then the shoes are titled above you -  the collected sweat pours out of them. There’s so much of it! No wonder you have trouble keeping the liquids in; the shoes must have been filled to the brim with her sweat.

Froppy: “You disappoint me. You are good at making my foot less achy, but why are you reeking so badly? And you made my carpet wet. Pathetic. I wanted to turn you into some other things and have fun with you, like the pedal of my bicycle, but you’re lame. Just stay an insole for now. Uhh, so tired, time to sleep.”

You’re placed in her still absolutely wet and reeking shoe. Being an inanimate object, being used as an insole, being less than a living being - something that is not sentient, or a disposable object is anxiety-inducing. You wish you were back at your cosy place in the basement. You miss the attention the girls gave you with their stinky feet. You want to worship them more – as a living being, not as a thing.

Foot size: 9 UK

Smell intensity: 8/10

Smell description: Parmesan cheese

Smell effect: body weakening, relaxation, paralysis

Taste: Himalayan salt with a hint of white vinegar