"Damn you really gotta go for the long way huh?" the skunk boy said dismissively. Yet even still you could make out a tent forming in his pants at the thought of what he was going to do to you. "Alright it's off to my place then. You have no idea what you just signed up for you stupid bitch."
You absolutely did not know what you'd signed yourself up for. In fact, the only thing you did know at this point is that you desperately needed to cum. Your balls were full to the brim and your dick was still twitching, yet you kept it all in in hopes that you'll please your nasty master.
"My place's pretty far so I need your slutty ass to get a move on," your master told you impatiently. You got up to walk only to be pushed back to the ground. "Hey dumbass did I say you could walk like a person? All fours. Now."
You did as you were told and got on your hands and knees before following the skunk out of the massive stinky chamber. You could already tell you would enjoy being his slave based purely on how good it felt to be ordered around like that. As you two left the tower, you vaguely recognized a kitsune walking up to the skunk boy.
"'Sup Kuzai? Like what I did with this bitch? Finally got your stink off 'im," the skunk proudly stated.
"Yeah you really did a number on the cutie. He was fun to travel around with but I knew sooner or later that he'd end up being some monster boy's pet slut. After all, he's got the looks for it~" the fox boy said cheerfully.
You were trying your best to push your stink-clogged brain to match the kitsune's face to a name before your master grabbed you by the hair and yanked you away with him. Before leaving, you felt an oddly soft tail reach into your pocket and grab a ball of some kind.
The journey went pretty smoothly after that. No monster dared to mess with a skunk boy in fear of getting their own minds melted, so you made it to the skunk boy's den without any real issue. The trip was, however, filled with the degradation of the monster that was about to spend days warping your brain into that of a proper stink slave, turning you on to no end. You also spent much of the trip staring at your captor's boots, which now once again held and sealed away his ripe feet and socks in order to create a stink buildup that would no doubt turn them toxic. In fact, the skunk had secretly taken a detour to make the trip longer so that he could spend more time sweating into his boots to ensure that your torture would be as rancid as possible.
You made it to the den after about three hours of crawling behind your master, following him underground into his filthy home. The stench immediately hit you like a truck and you began to revel in the return of the skunk boy's odour. This smell was, of course, not at all unexpected. In fact, you'd spent much of the trip fantasizing about how his home would smell and you were not disappointed. The skunk boy led you past several different rooms, each with shoes, boots, and socks all over the place. The sigh of the stinky mess made your dick quiver, yet you made sure to contain your excitement so as to not cum without being given permission. Finally, you stopped at a big metal door with several locks on it at the end of a hallway.
"Since I turned you completely stupid, I'll tell you what this room is. This is the brainwashing chamber. Hope you like it 'cause you're gonna spend a few days in there getting fuckin' pumped full of my stench until I've turned you into an obedient and stink-addicted slave. You ready to get your brain bathed in my filth, pussy?"
The image of you getting filled with your master's stink made your mouth water to no end. You didn't waste any time nodding your head to seal your fate as the skunk boy's eternal slave. With a grin, the skunk started slowly unlocking each lock to the room until you were practically whimpering for him to go faster. Enjoying watching you grovel for him, he continued with his agonizingly slow unlocking before finally finishing off the last lock after five minutes of anticipation. When he opened the door, the sight you were greeted to was horrifying, yet hot as all hell to you.
The center of the room contained a chair that looked like it belonged in a dentist's office, but with a few key differences. First off, this chair looked beaten up pretty bad, indicating that it had seen quite a bit of use. There were also restraints all over it, specifically for arms, wrists, legs, ankles, torso, neck, and forehead to ensure minimal movement. The seat of the chair also had a sock covered dildo pointed upward and attached to the seat itself. The chair was surrounded with the same mess of stinky footwear that was littered across every other room, yet it seemed as though there was care put into making this room extra messy. As result, the room itself had an odour reminiscent of the skunk boy's back at the tower, intensity and all.
"Ready to become a foot faggot?" the skunk boy said cockily. Your dick was barely containing itself! You were going to cum any second if you had to keep smelling this! "Don't worry bitch I didn't expect your stupid ass to be able to resist cumming so I have this." He pulled out a rather tight looking cock ring that seemed perfectly capable of doing the job. He stripped you naked and put it around the base of your leaking dick and you immediately felt yourself unable to cum even if you wanted to! It was not so tight as to completely cut off circulation, but definitely tight enough to block any semen from leaving your ball sack.
The skunk boy then grabbed you and bent you over, leaning his face towards your ass. He abruptly spit on your tight hole before licking it to give it a nasty lubricant. This new type of pleasure was overwhelming and you quickly devolved into a moaning mess, moving your hips to try and get as much out of this as possible. The surprisingly strong monster boy then picked you up and roughly shoved you down on the sock covered dildo. You yelped as your virgin hole was opened up in a way that made your cock strain against the ring. Your master then wasted no time tying you to your torture machine until you were completely immobile. He then grabbed two nasty socks he found lying on the floor and used one as a blindfold and the other as a gag.
"Three whole days of getting brainwashed by my foot stink, bitch. Hope your slutty ass feels nice and stuffed 'cause you're gonna need all the comfort you can get." He slowly unlocks and pulls off his nasty boot. Though you couldn't see it, there was a thick fog of green fumes pouring out of it, even thicker than what was in the skunk boy's tower chamber. "This is by far my most toxic stink brew yet. It's kinda experimental so I'm lookin' forward to seeing what it does to ya," your master said as he got ready to place the boot opening over your face. You were hardly listening to what he was saying out of sheer excitement, only tuning in when you heard: "Enjoy your brain melting, dumbass."
Just like that, he slammed the boot over your face and tied it around your head with it's laces tight enough so that he was sure that it would stay on for the duration of the procedure. Immediately, you felt the foot fog pump its way into your nose, shattering your mind completely. You'd smelled some crazy stuff from this skunk before, but this was WAY too much! (-100 MP) You began thrashing against your restraints and screaming into your gag as the stink barreled its way into your head and filled it to the brim. Watching you break under his funk, the skunk boy simply smirked and flipped a switch on the chair, causing the dildo in your ass to start vibrating! This was becoming way too much for you to handle and you quickly began to pass out. "I don't think so you wuss," is all you heard before feeling a pinch on your arm. "Kitsune mages said this potion works for keeping people awake until they get an antidote. Thought it'd come in handy here. They told me to make my bitch drink it but your mouth is kinda busy so I injected it instead. As long as you're awake and smelling, I'm happy."
After a few hours of screaming and thrashing from the sheer volume of smells being forced into you, you began to quiet down until you were sitting upright and taking deep inhales of the foot funk, too exhausted to do anything else. The skunk boy knew that it was now time to start conditioning you. "That's right bitch breathe it deeeeeeep. That's some good shit, eh?" You responded by groaning into your sock gag and taking a huge whiff of the rank boot that was warping your mind. "I want you to listen to what I'm boutta say real careful, 'cause this is what you're gonna live by. I am a foot faggot. I live for stinky feet and rancid socks. I need a stinky skunk to keep my face smothered in his musk. I exist to breathe in foot fumes."
These words echoed through your mind. "I am a foot faggot. I live for stinky feet and rancid socks. I need a stinky skunk to keep my face smothered in his musk. I exist to breathe in foot fumes." The skunk boy would force you to inhale deep for the entire duration of him reciting these phrases. He'd come by the brainwashing chamber once every three hours to recite them to make sure they were forced into your mushy brain.
This, as promised, went on for three days straight with no breaks. You spent your captivity having your mind abused and rewritten all while breathing in the thickest stink on the planet. On the third day, the skunk boy released you from the chair. You were his foot faggot. That was the one thing clear to you. Your new life of worship was about to begin. The only questions were which torture was your captor going to start with and when would he finally allow you to cum?
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