Surprise!

“H-huh—?”

Quinn had barely enough time to register her surprise. The last thing she remembered was gently drifting off to sleep. Now, all of a sudden, she’s awoken to a loud sound and stinging pain on her cheek. Judging by the total darkness and her still present exhaustion, it was far from morning.

She tried to look around her room but very quickly realized that something was covering her eyes and blocking her vision. Instinctively, she attempted to reach up and take it off, but that plan too was cut short as she felt her restraints dig into her wrists.

What the fuck is going on?

Only then did she notice the smell. It was lost on her in the initial panic, but now it was quickly becoming overwhelming. Craning her neck to the side, Quinn desperately tried to get away, but the stubborn odor seemed to cling against her face.

“Ugh! Ach! What the hell is that?”

In response to her fit of coughing, a quiet giggling could be heard. The hairs on the back of her neck shot up.

“Who’s there!?”

Her voice was shaky. The fear was clearly audible. Who could it be? How did they get inside? What did they want with her?

Of course, unbeknownst to Quinn, there wasn’t anyone else in the room. Never in a million years, could she have guessed that the perpetrators were attached to her very legs.

“Now, now. Calm down.” A feminine voice whispered. “You’ll be alright, as long as you do what we say.”

At the same time, Quinn felt someone stroking her right cheek. She flinched as soon as the felt their clammy skin make contact and begin moving around.

“W-we? Who are you!? And what do you wa—”

Something pressed against her lips, cutting her off.

“Shhhh~ Quiet now.” A different voice hushed.

More giggling ensued.

“As for what we want… that’s quite simple. You’re going to be our little ****—our foot ****.”

Hearing this Quinn finally realized that it wasn’t hands on her face. Without her sense of sight, it had been hard to tell. But now that she knew, the shapes she felt were undeniable. A warm, sweaty foot was pressed against her right cheek. Quinn could feel the slightly rougher skin of the heel next to her chin. The rest of the foot, the arch, the sole, went up the side of her head where its toes tapped against her temples. A similar set of toes to the ones rubbing themselves on her lips.

She was disgusted. This was all her worst nightmares come to life. With this revelation, she wanted desperately to kick away whatever sick freak was responsible for this. However, when she tried to do exactly that, she realized she couldn’t feel her legs.

“What the hell did you do to me!?”

Once again, all she heard was stifled laughter.

The terrifying reality of her situation was beginning to take root in her mind. Here she sat, blinded folded, restrained, and somehow immobilized from the waist down; hopelessly ****, as some strangers were busy acquainting her face with their dirty feet.

“T-this is sick! Get off me, you fuckin’ freaks!”

Quinn tried her best to sound intimidating, but her voice came out stuttered and cracking.

“C’mon. It’s not that bad.” Teased the first voice.

She felt the foot on her mouth slowly trying to push its way in. The tips of its toes wiggled against her lips, trying to pry their way into her mouth. She quickly pursed them, pressing them tight.

“Open up~”