As Emma hovers her soles above your face, the memories of how your older sister and her female friends used to bully you as a kid come back to you. You and your sister never really got along but being a few years older than you, she was always able to overpower you. (You didn’t have your powers at the time.) She was also on the girl’s cheerleading team and her teammates would be over at your house a lot. One of her favorite ways to torment you when your parents weren’t around was to wrestle you to ground, pinning you, and rub her dirty, sweaty feet in your face. She would then tease you as she forced you to kiss and smell them. If her friends were with her, she would make you worship their feet as well. Her friends thought of you as a brat so they enjoyed dominating you with their feet and making you squirm. It was often after cheerleading practice or a pep rally so their feet always smelled the worst. Eventhough her and her friends looked pretty attractive, you really developed an intense hatred for female feet that you still carry with you to this day.
The thought of having to go through something like that again makes you start to shudder.

Emma notices and grins. “Oh wow this is even more effective than I imagined.” She says delighted.

She keeps her feet above your face for a few minutes forcing you to stare at them for a little bit agonizing over what is about to happen. Then very slowly she brings them towards your face. You immediately start struggling but your bonds hold you tightly in place forcing you to watch helplessly as her feet approach. Eventually the inevitable happens and her feet touch your face. First the toes of her left foot wiggle against it, then the ball of her foot presses down on you followed by her arch, instep and heel. Her right foot comes down next to her left one and pretty soon your face is covered with the White Queen’s feet.

You immediate start panicking twisting your head back and forth trying to get away from them but all you really wind up doing is rub your face against them.

Emma giggles “Aw you really can’t stand having my feet touching you.” She laughs rubbing her soles against your face teasingly. “I guess I can’t blame you. I’ve been wearing my boots for over 10 hours.”

You could definitely tell that. Her feet feel warm and sweaty and they slide around your face really easily. Wearing her boots barefoot for an extended period of time hasn’t helped their smell either. The scent of footsweat, leather and the sharp cheddar smell of her feet is almost overpowering.

“They do smell pretty bad.” Emma agrees smiling as she reads your mind. She rubs your nose with the ball of her right foot. “I can smell them all the way from her.”

You cringe realizing that Emma is accessing your mind and redouble your efforts to mentally shield the location of the emeralds from her. It’s not easy when all you are beginning to think about is her feet torturing you.

Emma looked pleased. “It doesn’t have to be this way you know.” She reminds you. “I can end this if you just give me the information I want.”

By now it requires so much concentration not to break down in front of her that you can’t even tell to go to hell like you would like to. Instead you look at her defiantly.

The White Queen smiles not seeming too disappointed. “Fine then” She tells you playfully pinching your nose with her toes causing you to whimper a bit. “I guess I’ll make you smell my feet for a little while longer.”

She does just that rubbing her feet in your face for the next 30 minutes forcing you smell every part of her feet. You tried not breathing in too deeply but Emma is too smart for you. Once she figures out what you’re doing, she covers you mouth with her feet and pinches your nose tightly with her toes depriving you of oxygen. After about 40 seconds she releases your nose and you wind up automatically take in a deep breath inhaling a deep whiff of foot odor along with your much needed air. This was far worse than inhaling normally would have been and you wind up coughing violently in response much to her amusement. She does this repeatedly until you decide to just breathe in deeply as her feet rub your face conserving your strength for her mental attacks.

After about a half an hour of torturing you with her feet, Emma grins. “Now let’s try another peek into your thoughts.”

This time it’s incredibly difficult to block her out. You’re agonizing over having her feet in your face wishing she would take them away. At the same time you’re having to endure her foot odor which is both psychologically overwhelming you and making you physically sick. Using whatever remaining strength you can muster, you make one last effort to mentally push her away from the secret you are trying to protect.

Emma laughs. “Looks like it’s working.” She says. “I can feel your mental barrier is about to shatter. I bet if I push hard enough now I can force my way in.” She smiles playfully. “But I’m not going to do that. I think I’ll just torture you until you let down your shields on your own instead.” She uses her feet to play with your cheeks.

You grimace doing everything you can to avoid crying

She smiles evilly. “Of course I don’t have an unlimited time to break you…so let me take things up a notch.”

You gulp.

What does she do to you?