You are to sniff her feet until you pass out

Loreley waits a couple moments longer, and then continues to speak, "Alright. I do believe you had enough time to get used to the sweet fragrance of my lovely feet by now. It's time to stain you with that wonderful smell for good!"

You stare at her in silent horror, since that is all you can do. Loreley is plainly enjoying every second of this, grinning at you in that shameless way, her glowing eyes twinkling.

"Lift your hands, and take hold of my feet, take them by the ankles," Loreley then ordered and you watch with a sinking heart as your body follows her order blindly, your hands moving on their own.

Soon, they grab and hold Loreley's feet just above the ankles, just as told, and you shudder in disgust as you feel her skin. Even there, it's warm and very moist, and you know that her soles will be infinitely worse.

"Now, put my feet on your face. Push the soles right onto it, and then slowly rub them up and down, all the way from my heels to the top of my toes. I want every single spot of my feet to have been in contact with every single spot of your face."

Her words may have as well been a **** sentence, or at least this is how you feel when her dreadful, nasty, impossibly stinky feet start coming for your face. You try as hard as you can to wrestle control over your body again, or at the very least just your arms, but it is futile.

At last, contact is made. Right now, you wish for a **** sentence. Loreley's feet feel even worse than you had feared, downright slimy, and a whole new world of suffering is revealed to you as you take your first whiff, with your nose pressed up against the skin of Loreley's deadly soles.

If your body had been under your control right now, you would have coughed and gagged, sputtered and retched, but in your current state, you can't even do that, despite feeling the overbearing need to do so. And, you would have never done what you hear Loreley speak now.

"Sniff. Sniff my feet. I want you to take long, deep, slow breaths through your nose, to fill your lungs as much as you can each time."

Naturally, you are **** to obey. As you draw your first proper sniff, a hellish agony is upon you in such a brutal way you did not even believe to be possible. The stench of Loreley's deadly feet seemingly exceeds what any smell should possibly be able to do to a person.

The impossibly foul, rank stench, piercingly sharp and crushingly heavy at the same time, rushes through your nose and floods your lungs with its warm, moist poison. You are left with not a second to recover, because just after you breathed out, with ungodly stench of your first breath still ravaging your senses, you are **** to breathe in right again.

Your body follows Loreley's instructions well and thus your hands begin to slowly drag her soles over your face, with your nose slowly moving from her heels to the valley of her soles, huffing and sniffing non-stop.

"The smell of my feet will stick to the skin of your face for a long time, you know," Loreley chimes in. "Even after I am done with you for this session, you will smell that aroma with each breath, no matter what you do. Isn't that wonderful?"

You hear Loreley's voice, but her words become harder and harder to understand. You feel absolutely awful, and it gets worse with every **** sniff that you take. Aside from the obvious fact that the monstrous stench is making you suffer, you start to feel sick and weak, as if you are being sedated.

Loreley giggles, and the sound of it seems to be coming from far away. "My, oh my. You are trembling, my dear. I wonder just what effects the continuous inhalation of such a smell will have on a human... Indeed, you are my very first test subject in that regard. Do you feel honored? I sure hope that you won't expire too soon!"

She laughs her ugly laugh. "I don't think that is even possible. At least, it would surprise me. It certainly can't be very healthy to continuously pump something as hazardous as my foot fumes deeply into your lungs, don't you think? In any case, I'm deeply interested how and when some sorts of lasting damage will occur to you, at the very least to your sanity, if nothing else."

At this point, her speech has become little more than pointless noise for you, though that doesn't stop her from talking. "It is a good thing that you are not some sort of noble, or high-ranking military officer, anything like that. It wouldn't be beneficial to completely break someone like that, especially in such a way, if we intended to return them at some later point. Luckily, that is not the case with you!"

As Loreley was dragging on her monologue, so did your torment, only now, your **** was reaching a new height: as you are still constantly rubbing her ghastly foot down your face, your nose is now coming into contact with the slick, sticky surface of the ball of Loreley's foot.

Your nose draws a torturously long, deep sniff there and your mind screams silently for mercy as the already overbearing stench is multiplied once again in a manner that you would not have thought possible.

You can feel your brain shutting down more and as you blink your watering eyes, your blurry vision beholds the very worst part of Loreley's feet ; the toes. Her gray, relatively large digits are packed with a horrible, creamy looking gray paste, pure toejam, and sweating so profusely that everything is shining with a layer of fresh moistness. You can see that her long, unkempt toenails are stuffed with even darker filth. It's easily the worst and most disgusting thing you have ever seen.

And that very thing is just now sliding over your nose, trapping it right in its hot, slimy depths. Loreley cups her toes over it securely, locking it inside.

"Now, to finish you off. I don't think I could make a living being sniff my toes without direct control, even under the threat of **** or some other ****. Oh well, we'll see how long you will last. Or I will see, at the very least. Now... Sniff my filthy toes! "

Your body obeys, and soon, every fiber of your body screams out in agony as a wicked stench, a hundred times worse than even Loreley's soles, explode into your nose and flows deeply into your body, poisoning you thoroughly.

Your vision soon fades to black and you can faintly feel a sense of great despair and blind panic as one after the other, all your senses shut down, with only the unbearable, grotesque stench of Loreley's hellish toes remains.

You feel as if you are dying, quite literally drowning in stench as the impossibly intense aroma cooks your brain, and you sniff and sniff and sniff again, until nothing but that very stench remains.

Your body suddenly goes limp. You have been knocked **** in the most horrible, tortuous way imaginable!