[EPILOGUE: "BROKEN"]

To your surprise, you actually wake up. You try to get your bearings and remember what happened, but you find you can't move.

How did I get here?

And then it quickly comes back to you see Smotherella stepping over you, a bowl of popcorn in one hand. She sits on the couch, places the bowl on the coffee table to your right and gently places her bare feet on your stomach. Looking down, you see why you can't move. Your body has been strapped to six rungs on the floor. Two on either side of your neck to hold your head in place, two beside your hips and two more beside your ankles. To your left, you see the couch that Smotherella is sitting on. You watch in horror as she nonchalantly moves one of her feet from your stomach and hovers it over your face.

"Say ahhh!"

You purse your lips and struggle in your restraints, but it's no use; You're completely immobilized. You close your eyes and hope this is all just a bad dream, but it's not. It's a living nightmare.

She easily pushes her toes through your lips, making you gag instantly as your forced to taste her foot. The taste only gets worse as she wiggles them inside your mouth. You want to throw up, but you can't. You want desperately more than anything to not be here in this apartment with your new master, or at the very least not eating her feet. Drool starts to pool around your mouth and drips to your neck. Your eyes start to water as the reality of what you finally sets in. There hasn't been running water since the war, and now your tongue will be used to clean Smotherella's feet. You try to tell yourself that held on to your dignity, but there's nothing dignified about this.

"That feels soooo good, slave. It's like this is what you were meant to be all along..." She says, softly moaning as you eventually relent and stick out your tongue.

You gag as your forced to swallow the gunk between her toes and the dirt on her soles, but you're completely helpless. You obey each command she gives you until she at long lasts pulls her foot from your mouth. For a moment, you let out a sigh of relief, hoping your torment is over.

Smotherella spreads her toes out and examines your work. "Hmm.... not bad, for your first time. But you're still gonna need to clean this foot before you can move on to the next one."

You shut your eyes and tears roll down your cheeks again.

"Oh, but first...."

She plants her foot over your face again, same as before. This time, you don't hesitate. You plant a long, tender kiss on her sole, hoping to appease your new mistress.

Smotherella has a smug grin on her face that hearts your soul. "So much for 'never'. I told you I'd break you!"

And broken you are. Having given her the satisfaction of your complete submission, she sticks the same foot back in your mouth and forces you to suck her toes and lick her feet clean for the next hour. Then, she moves on to the next. When she's done, she doesn't let you out of your restraints under the couch, either. Instead, she rests her feet on top of you, one on your face and one on your crotch, as she leans in for some more popcorn and turns on the TV. In that moment, the only consolation you can find is that her feet are surprisingly warm.

You become comfortably familiar with the warmth of her feet as she does the same thing to you every morning and every night. Over time, you gag less and less as cleaning her feet becomes second nature to your mouth. However, it never stops tasting awful, and you never get used to the smell, either. You spend the rest of your life under Smotherella's feet, broken and defeated.