When 18 arrived home, a mischievous smile adorned her lips, indicating Microgeta's inevitable encounter with her unique brand of dominance.
Sliding out of his worn-out shoes, 18 exposed the diminutive, disoriented form of Vegeta nestled in his old sock. The slightly less confined air outside the shoes granted the Saiyan a tiny breather, a fleeting moment of relief before the impending waves of torment.
Alone at home, 18 took the opportunity to intensify the humiliation. Casually discarding her socks, she revealed her colossal and intensely smelly feet. The pungent aroma, rivaling the depths of an unholy landfill, permeated the air, assaulting Vegeta's senses before he was mercilessly thrown into an intimate encounter with 18's feet.
By exposing Vegeta's diminutive form, 18 wasted no time in asserting his dominance. She commanded him to worship her feet, starting with an obligatory massage. The little Saiyan found himself entangled between the soft yet overwhelming arches of 18's feet, his hands working diligently to knead the android's soles.
The smell emanating from 18's feet was indescribably foul, a nauseating mixture of accumulated sweat, the day's residue, and a putrid note that seemed to infiltrate Vegeta's nostrils like a dense cloud. The feeling of his hands on 18's rough, sweaty skin was an overwhelming sensory experience, with the sticky wetness transferring to Vegeta's fingers with each touch.
"Ah, such an insignificant Saiyan, now grappling with the feet of an android. How humiliating it must be for such a great warrior," 18 taunted, his voice filled with disdain. Vegeta's every calculated movement provoked venomous comments from the android, who delighted in the absurdity of the situation.
After the massage, Vegeta was compelled to explore the recesses between 18's toes, his small hands navigating the dirt-covered expanse, untouched by a wash due to 18's android nature. The contrast between his diminutive stature and 18's domineering feet highlighted the power dynamics at play.
The odor grew in intensity as Vegeta delved deeper into the worship ritual. The dampness seeped into his senses, becoming almost palpable. Every movement, every contact, was an immersion in the putrid essence that surrounded 18's feet, a constant reminder of his humiliation.
"Such a small warrior, but remarkably skilled with his hands. Are you enjoying the mercy of an android, Vegeta?" 18 poked, revealing the sudden role reversal.
The subsequent command forced Vegeta into an even more intimate act – kissing 18's feet. His tiny lips pressed against the hot, sweaty surface, the salty taste and overpowering odor of 18's feet enveloping him.
"Now you are truly in your place, pathetic Saiyan. Kiss every toe, Microgeta. Let the power of an android's foot overwhelm you," 18 instructed, his tone filled with condescension.
The texture of 18's rough skin contrasted with the wetness that coated Vegeta's lips, creating a bittersweet feeling of desperation. The salty taste and putrid note made each kiss a scathing proof of her submission.
"Kiss each toe, Microgeta. Let the power of an android's foot dominate you," 18 instructed, his tone filled with condescension.
As the Saiyan prince reluctantly complied, 18 raised his game. Vegeta now had the task of licking her feet, his tiny tongue making contact with the salty residue. The taste served as a bitter reminder of his diminished stature, a mere pawn in Android 18's game of domination.
"An obedient Saiyan, how fun. Lick it, Microgeta. Savor the taste of your submission," 18 encouraged, enjoying the sight of the once-proud warrior reduced to this degrading act.
By succumbing to 18's demands, Vegeta felt the bitter taste of surrender. The lips against 18's fingers were a clear expression of his subjugation, and the lingering wetness intensified Vegeta's aversion.
18's growing irritation with Vegeta's apparent inefficiency became evident. The Saiyan's tiny size made his attempts to fulfill 18's demands almost laughable, a reality that further fueled the android's disdain.
"Look at you, trying to be useful. How pathetic! You can't even excel at even the simplest tasks, can you?" 18 sneered, her words cutting like blades as she squeezed Vegeta between her toes, submerging him further in the accumulated dirt.
With each press of 18's fingers, Vegeta felt the android's overwhelming strength, her insults ringing in his mind as he struggled to breathe. 18's attempts to lick the dirt from between his fingers were almost comical, with Vegeta's tiny tongue barely reaching the remnants of sweat and dirt.
"You call that service? It's more like a worm trying to crawl through my fingers. Is this how a proud Saiyan ends up?" 18 mocked, his disgust evident in every word.
The android, feeling increasingly dissatisfied with Vegeta's performance, decided to intensify the humiliation even further. She dipped her toes into a container of a slimy, sticky substance, ensuring that Vegeta was completely covered. The mixture of sweat, dirt, and the new substance turned into a disgusting paste, enveloping the Saiyan in an even thicker layer of humiliation.
"Since you seem incapable of performing even the most basic tasks, I'll make it easy for you. Lick it, Microgeta! Show everyone here your true servile nature," 18 ordered, his voice filled with disdain as he pressed his fingers further into Vegeta.
18's words were a constant echo, amplifying Vegeta's embarrassment as he struggled to follow orders. Each lick was torture, his tongue capturing the repulsive mixture 18 had prepared. The humiliation of being forced to lick dirt from between an android's fingers was an experience beyond imagination for the proud Saiyan prince.
"There's no pride here, is there? Just a pathetic insect squirming beneath my feet," 18 sneered, her laughter echoing through the room as she kept Vegeta trapped in her cruel display of dominance.
The torment continued, with 18 seizing every moment to reinforce the supremacy he now held over the once fierce Saiyan warrior. The disgusting smell, the sticky sensation, and 18's scathing words turned the episode into a dance of humiliation, where Vegeta, cowering and subdued, was forced to accept his new role at the hands of the merciless android.
In a fit of heightened disdain, 18 decided to take matters into his own mechanical hands. Dexterously, she began rubbing Vegeta against the middle of her toes using her index finger, intensifying the humiliation. The sticky and viscous sensation of the substance that covered Vegeta spread even further, transforming the Saiyan into a puppet in the android's cruel hands.
"Look at this! The great Saiyan prince, now reduced to a mere stain between my fingers. How pathetic!" mocked 18, as the sticky texture fused with the accumulated dirt, creating a disgusting mixture that completely enveloped Vegeta.
Every movement of 18 was calculated to accentuate the humiliation, and she spared no sharp words. "Do you remember the times when you bragged about being the most powerful warrior? Now, you're just an insignificant residue that I can scrub away and discard. What a fall, isn't it?"
Vegeta, drenched in the nasty goo, struggled to maintain his dignity while being mercilessly manipulated. Each insult from 18 was like a whiplash, adding to the proud Saiyan's shame. However, he kept his jaw clenched, determined not to give the android the satisfaction of seeing him break.
18, noticing Vegeta's resistance, laughed sarcastically. "Looks like there's a bit of fight in you after all. But don't worry, I'm just getting started."
With a sadistic expression, 18 decided to raise the bar.
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