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Chapter 8 by StinkCrazy

To defend yourself, you

Gave up (Loss)

You couldn't handle the smell of her ripe feet, unable to withstand it as her sweat and stench engulfed your nose. Hana posed on top of you, posing for a few camera shots as you pathetically laid underneath her, the crowd ecstatic to see the jobber claim her first victory. Posing with a flex of her arms, Hana lifted her foot off your face to laugh at you. "Aw. Don't tell me you're giving up already! Let me make it easy for ya." Hana slammed herself on your stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs from the **** of her butt drop. She gripped your arms, pulling at them tightly while pressing both of her sweaty sock covered feet against your face. "I haven't changed these in days! But you knew that already, didn't you?" Your chest began to feel tight the longer she kept you between her feet, specifically trapping your nose between the two of her socks.

Your nostrils burned, your mouth desperately trying to gasp for air. Hana lifted her feet off you, moving herself closer to your face. "Hmph. Your not getting out that easy." Taking off both of her socks, she **** one inside of your mouth, making you taste it. The other, she took and held against your nose, blocking your ability to breathe.
"Let's wrap this up loser boy. Unlike you, winners like me have places to be." You gagged on the taste, muffled by the sock blocking your voice. Hana pressed down hard, keeping the other sock to stop your breathing. "Nighty night!" Your consciousness began to fade, eyes blurry, you fell **** with the last whiff of her socks. Hana stood up, satisfied with your defeat.

Tonight, you were the real jobber.

What's next?

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