Becoming a footslave!

You were brought inside the barracks, and instantly your poor nose was assaulted with the thick, rancid, acidic stench of dozens of Orc feet. Socks and boots were strewn about the room, and globs of toejam decorated the place. The eyes of every Orc in the room turns to you as you're brought in.

"I bring communal footslave! Where is Vena? As strongest and stinkiest, she gets first go with the stink lover?" The Orc who captured you asked.

"Vena is busy with long run! Says it helps get her nice and sweaty, and when her feet marinate in sweat they produce lots of toejam." An Orc says, smiling at the thought of toejam. "Said she would let strong Orc Girls who helped take human town eat some!"

Your captor moaned at the idea as she set you down on the floor. "I'd love that! Ogre toejam is delicious, and their sweat tastes amazing! You'd be lucky to taste her thick, gooey, toegunk." She said, as she began undressing you.