As soon as those words left Sticks' mouth, you shuddered. The opportunity to smell the boots of a video game character you adored was something you would take in a heartbeat but not in any circumstance where you're not in control. And you definitely weren't in control here. You try to wiggle yourself free from the hose wrapped around you but you didn't get far at all.
"Not so fast!" Sticks exclaims, stomping her bare foot on your chest, "You're not getting out that easily, FBI crony!"
"Please, you got it all wrong Sticks! I-"
"Wait, how did you know my name?" Sticks interrupts you, leaning closer to your face. Realising what you just said, you tried to look away from the badger and start thinking of any good explanation to give to her. However, Sticks wasn't the patient type and before you could even defend yourself, she takes another step closer to your face, her foot now standing on your throat. You cough, struggling to breathe with Stick's foot putting pressure near your neck. This didn't stop Sticks from wanting an answer from you still.
"Not talking, huh? Well, maybe this will change your mind!"
She steps off your body momentarily to grab one of her brown fur-skin boots and some duct tape conveniently lying nearby your position. As she walks closer to you, the smell of her dirty and dingy boot starts to pick up in the air, causing you to let out a small wheeze. Sticks laughs and positions her boot over your nose, taking a seat on your chest and placing both her feet on the sides of your cheeks.
"Take a deeeeeep breath," Sticks taunts you, pushing your nose further into her boot.
Unknowingly to her, her very words made your foot fetish activate and you were secretly filled with excitement. You obey her one command and took in the heavenly smell of Sticks' worn out boot. What once was fresh air entering your system was now replaced with her strong and rancid earthy foot sweat. It was something you wish lasted forever.
However, despite this intoxicating foot smell overwhelming your senses in more ways than one, you still needed to make Sticks think you hated this. So every so often, amongst your moans (of pleasure), you disguised it by also "attempting" to wiggle free from your garden hose confines and complaining how bad it smells
After about five minutes of smelling these foul beasts, you are given fresh air again as Sticks moves the opening of her shoe away from you and stands menacingly, a confident and evil smirk plastered on her face. You stare into her blue eyes before she says her next words...
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