You have recently been promoted to a commander of the Imperial Army. However, you had no time to celebrate as you and your squad of 100 soldiers was cent to the planet Lothal as a garrison of an outpost guarding one of numerous warehouses where the Empire kept the fuel for the space fleet. Unfortunately, you got unlucky to suffer an attack from the local rebel group, and they managed to catch you off-guard in your study, while your guys were searching for them anywhere except there. So you found yourself stuck in a room with a Mandalorion girl at the door.
No. You obviously can't pass by her to escape, so you have one option. Fight this rebel. Your gun is lying on a cupboard shelf where you have left it so for the moment you are unarmed. You had your pride though, and you could never admit defeat to her like a spineless dog. Options exhausted, you set to action the attack, they say that a man shouldn't attack a woman but against a rebel-scum woman it was surely justifiable. You rise to your feet quickly, and shoulder-tackle the young Mandalorian in the rib cage, with both of you landing on the floor. For a moment you have taken her by surprise and were on top, but she quickly recovers and pushes you off, sitting on top herself, but you manage to push her off as well. You both roll around for a bit, seeking to gain advantage, until the girl manages to sit on top once more and this time she holds firm. Uh-oh. With a hard kick on your head you pass out...
You woke up in a small room lying on a quite low table with you hands and feet caught in energy shackles. That very Mandalorian girl was sitting to the right side of your so-called bed with a sly grin on her face.
Mandalorian: Welcome to our ship, Mr Imperial officer! I was rather lucky to capture you as you are, obviously, in charge of that outpost and with the information you give us about its guarding systems getting fuel for the rebel fleet will be a cake walk!
You: I'm not giving you any info! If I do so and the Empire finds out, I'm dead... So I prefer to die as a hero rather than a traitor.
Mandalorian: Don't worry, you are not going to die. At least, not so soon. Knowing what a stubborn donkey an imperial can be Hera left me here to interrogate you, and believe me, I'm a profy! By the way, you may know my name, since you are not getting out of here. I'm Sabine.
You: Pleased to meet you (sarcastically). But in any case I'm not telling you...
Sabine: Shh... You see, the Mandalorian females are known for their feet having a very strong pure vinegar smell. And yeah, I believe, my feet are a bit stinky since fighting the imperials all day inside these tight boots is never an easy task.
You notice that the Mandalorian girl starts taking off her boots to reveal a beautiful pair of bare feet. She exhales in pleasure as she frees her toes for wiggle and spread after a long day confined inside her boots. Despite the fact that Sabine's feet look soft and silky smooth with pinkish soles, slender toes, curvaceous arches, high insteps and tan round heels, they were very sweaty and exhale a nauseous combination of foot sweat and moist boot insides. The scent of her feet gradually fills the air around you, and your nose starts to get irritated by the smell. You start to understand the way interrogation will look like...
Sabine: Yeah, sure! My feet are really stinking bad! I can even feel them from up here! – the girl's face brightened with a wide smile – Then, boy! What do you think about them?
You freak out…It’s exactly what you were afraid of. Sabine intends to make you spend the rest of your time as her footstool sniffing her sweaty feet. Knowing that her feet have been inside hot boots for at least several days, you don’t want see them close to you.
Sabine: Speechless, huh? Now, then shall we begin? Be sure to give my feet some hard sniffs, okay? – she slowly raised her feet above your head. You could see all the sweat, she had collected while out – Well, don't get just looking! Inhale my foot odor!
Sabine wastes no more time placing her right foot on your face, her heel resting on your chin as she forces you to smell the awful stench of her feet. Her right foot slides off of the nose, onto your face, covering a part of your mouth and one one of your eyes as the left foot joins it, as she then proceeds to rub both sweaty feet in your face. You gagged at the foul smell. A few whiffs garner the most intense womanly, stinky feet of your life – as well as a few coughs and a slight tear to your eye.
Sabine: Do you like my feet? – She asks with an arrogant smile on her face.
You: Hell no! – You reply out of anger, shaking your head, trying to get her feet off of your head.
Sabine: Stop complaining and just smell my feet. – She replies with a mock look of taking great offense.
She then presses her feet harder your face. You begin to cough as the smell of pungent vinegar fills your nostrils. She’s obviously been wearing her boots barefoot for quite a while. Taking deep breaths you begin sniffing Sabine's bare feet repeatedly as she rubs them around on your face getting you to smell every area. You sniff her heels, then up her soles sniffing her arches, insteps and the balls of her feet. She then starts to manipulate your face with her feet having you make funny faces and the such much to your humiliation. She laughs at your predicament obviously letting out some built up stress probably made from constant fighting the Empire. Sabine then starts rubbing her pinkish soles on your checks and wiggling her toes on your forehead. At times, she would use her feet to smother you, chuckle at your muffled protests. Sometimes she would even use one of her feet to run her toes through your hair. What if she keeps you for days forcing you to smell her feet? Can you really handle that? It's only been about five minutes of her rubbing her foot sweat into your face and laughing at you but it feels like it's been hours!
Sabine: Not very fun under my feet, is it?
You: Come on, that's disgusting and weird. Why couldn't you use electricity or other torturing devices?
Sabine: Well, may be because you are trained at the Academy to overcome them? I've been a part of that system myself and I know all those tricks perfectly.
Eventually instead of rubbing her feet around she just sets her feet over your face so that it is fully covered by her soles. Every area of your face is covered by her sweaty feet.
Sabine: Aww look at that! Your face fits perfectly under my stinky feet! – She says once again taunting you.
For awhile you just lied there inhaling her vinegary scented soles.
Sabine: Now it's time for the best part! Let's see if this will break you.
She suddenly grabs your nose tightly between her sweaty slick toes forcing you to take deep whiffs in between each of the pads which are by far the worst smelling part of her feet filled with her toe jam and sweat. Their soft texture mushed against your skin as Sabine sticks your nose deeper between her soft toes wedging it deeply, filling your lungs with the sweaty powerful scent.
After several minutes she finally takes her feet from your face.
Sabine: Alright, I think that’s enough face sniffing for one day. You'll have the whole night to consider if you want to cooperate.
She then puts on her boots and leaves with unpleasant thoughts and horrible smell stuck in your nose.
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