She tries her best

The foot caressing her face began trailing its way over to her nose. The smell quickly became ten times worse. She felt the toes of this foot part themselves. One toe, presumably the big toe, slipped over to one side of her nose, while the remaining toes moved to the other. As a result, her nostrils were now neatly tucked in between. Every breath was being filtered by the smell of sweat.

Quinn held her breath.

This provided some temporary relief, but it was something she knew wouldn’t last long. Her lung capacity wasn't exactly great. It’s not like she was some Olympic swimmer; she was a writer for god’s sake! The most exercise she got was literally a walk in the park.

Her head was beginning to feel dizzy.

She could still think though, at least for now. She needed to make a decision. It was between the foot contending with her lips and the foot enveloping her nose. Both choices seemed appalling… but one was clearly worse.

Her vision was blurring.

No way in hell was she letting someone shove their foot in her mouth! And she wasn't about to let herself pass out; who knows what they'd do to her then. If that meant enduring the horrible smell, then so be it.

As the corners of her sight began to blacken, Quinn let out a ragged breath. Having mentally steeled herself against the lesser of two evils, she went to draw another in through her nose.

But she couldn’t.

The toes around her nostrils were now forcefully pinching them shut. Her chest was really starting to burn now. There was **** left. Her lips parted and Quinn deeply inhaled. Sweet, life giving oxygen filled her lungs. The fog in her head cleared and the darkness receded. Unfortunately, this victory was short lived.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the toes that had been patiently waiting darted into her mouth. As much as Quinn tried to push against them, it was too late. Her mouth was being stretched wide to accommodate all five toes now vying for space. Little room was left for her tongue, squished beneath the intruding digits. Every tiny movement **** her to experience more and more foot. The texture of skin, the taste of sweat, Quinn was spared no details. Soon, tears began welling up in her eyes.

“Hope your hungry~” She heard.

The voice sounded strangely close, but that was among the least of her concerns.

“Look.” Her captors addressed her again. “We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Are you going to do what we say now?”

Part of her wanted to scream. To tell them to fuck off and to keep thrashing about. She was angry, and she wanted them to know. But another, much larger part of her was afraid. Afraid of what they might do. Somehow, someway, they broke into her room in the middle of the night, completely undetected. Now, she was bound. Blindfolded. Helpless.

Slowly, Quinn nodded.

Almost right away, she felt the pressure alleviate from her face. She coughed when the toes withdrew from her mouth. Sweat stained her cheeks and spit dribbled down to her chin. But she was relieved.

“Great!”

“Ok first, open your mouth.”

Quinn did as she was instructed. After a second, she felt something push past her lips again. However, unlike last time, it didn’t feel so forceful; nor did it stretch her mouth so painfully.

“Now... suck~” The voice sounded especially gleeful.

As soon as she began pressing her lips together, her suspicions were confirmed. It was, in fact, a big toe in her mouth. Still, this wasn’t nearly as bad as before. She tried her best to cast her mind elsewhere, to focus on anything other than the distasteful reality taking place in her mouth. Maybe, just maybe, she could grit her way through this.

This… I can handle it if it’s just this…

“Ahem.”

…shit.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” The voice asked, annoyed and once again sounding strangely close. “Suck it like you mean it.”

At the same time, she felt the toe in her mouth start wiggling. It would seem she had ****. Reluctantly, Quinn began to suck to the best of her abilities. Her tongue slipped around the big toe, giving it small licks here and there with her tongue. She tried mustering up every ounce of creativity she had, trying desperately to imagine any other situation. Quinn gave another lick. Sweaty. Salty. No, this wasn’t working at all. Thankfully, however, her tormentor seemed to be appeased for the moment.

“Mmm… that’s more like it.” She heard.

After a couple minutes, she felt the big toe pop out of her mouth. Before she could say anything, she felt the other four toes jam themselves in all at once. They too began to wiggle and move against her taste buds. Taking that as her cue, Quinn began to give the remaining toes the same treatment. She licked away, making sure to weave her tongue in and around each toe, before sucking on all of them together. After repeating the entire routine once more with another foot, Quinn was finally blessed with the feeling of toes receding from her mouth.