Postby HumHumming » Sat Apr 04, 2015 6:45 am
The Unwilling Imprisonment
Chapter 3
I laid there in complete silence for a long while. I couldn’t tell how long it was, but absolutely more than an hour. And I was stuck with his dirty sock in my mouth and stinky sneaker over my face.
The smell was horrible. I could feel the smell of dirt and sweat rubbed into the inside of the shoe and the smell assaulted my nose without mercy. It was unlike anything I had ever smelled. It was like a pair of shoes someone had worn after having worked out the entire day, nearly worse than that actually.
On top of it all, I was now sweating beads inside the sleeping bag as I was fully sealed in clothing in it in the middle of a hot summer day! Just that should have been cruel enough! I was feeling that I was slowly getting dehydrated.
The sock was bad, but I couldn’t do anything about it. The trainer was worse though, and that I could do something about. I knew he had warned me not to remove it, but I wasn’t about to succumb like a whimp that easily! I had to show that I wasn’t gonna put up with his shit!
I started to move around and wriggle around on the floor. I did all I could to get the sneaker off of my face. It was hard though, especially since Connor did a generous job with the tape. And for a while I thought it was hopeless. But then I got some slack on the tape and I could feel it loosening!
I struggled harder and eventually the trainer began to get dislodged from my face. And finally I got it off my nose. A large part of the tape still clinged to my head though, so I only succeeded in making the trainer hang from my neck under my nose. The shoe was now hanging under my nose and I could still feel the rank smell. It was absolutely disgusting from here, so I didn’t understand how I could stand it when it was lodged over my nose!
But at least this was better. At least now it wouldn’t destroy my nose with its smell. I was amazed he even managed to create such a smell! But I could recall seeing those trainers on him for a long while in school, much longer than a pair of shoes should be worn by another person.
I now waited in silence with the smell of the trainer under my nose.
After at least another hour I could finally hear Connor outside the tent talking loudly with a few other guys. I couldn’t make out the words, but I heard it was him.
My heart was now beating faster. I was regretting the decision to remove the sneaker and I was scared as shit! I knew his temper and I knew how angry he could get. Then I finally heard the zipper go up.
‘’Man am I hot and swea…’’ he stopped as he looked down at me as I lay on my stomach.
‘’What the fuck did I tell you before I left!?’’ he shouted as he processed what had happened.
‘’I fucking told you to not remove the sneaker!’’
He quickly crouched down beside me, leaned in his face towards mine and roughly grabbed my tape-covered chin in him big hand.
‘’It seems I have to teach you a lesson’’ he said with gritted teeth.
And with that he rose up. I saw him walk over to a small mobile chair he kept in his tent. It was already folded out so he just moved it closer to me. He turned me around and then put the stool over my body so that I was pinned underneath it and couldn’t wriggle away from it. My torso didn’t quite fit between the legs of the chair, so one shoulder had to be uncomfortably pressed against one chair leg.
He sat down on the chair, now sitting over me. He looked intimidating and incredibly powerful in that position. He didn’t say anything, he just put up his feet, covered by a pair of dirty gym sneakers. He sat them down on my pecs and looked down at me.
I must’ve looked pathetic. I frowned at the sneakers and looked up at him in disgust and confusion. Then without a word he slipped off one of his sneakers, revealing an incredibly dirty white ankle sock. It was now visibly brown from all the sweat and dirt. I had no idea how long he had worn them. And from the sock and the sneaker poured out a wave of horrible foot stench at me.
I moaned out in frustration and wriggled away my head, but his socked foot followed my face. He also reached down and kept the sneaker pressed against my face as well. I yelled out in my gag to get him to stop. I was disgusted and I would have gagged and maybe puked had I not been gagged. My eyes were getting teary and I wanted it to stop. I had never had anything like this ever happen to me.
This smell was worse in a way. It was fresh and ripe. It came straight out of his newly-worn sneakers and it tormented me worse than his previous trainers. The smell was worse than his other pair of trainers, and I didn’t know any jock could produce this kind of odour! Then again, I knew he had a problem with foot odour.
He kept this up for maybe 10 minutes before he finally took off his second sneaker. Then he took both his dirty, socked feet and planted them on my face firmly. Even if I tried to wriggle away my head his feet would still be planted tightly against me face and he kept them there. He pressed down hard against my face, making it harder for me to move my head.
The smell assaulted my nose and I felt the moist surface of his socks against my skin. I was feeling nauseous, but he showed no signs of stopping. Had I only been able to, I would have begged him to stop. I would have done anything to have this torture end! I would have pleaded with him to stop and to forgive me.
But he showed no signs if stopping. He kept this up for at least 20 more minutes, and all the while he said nothing. He just looked down harshly at me, as if I deserved this and more.
When I had enough of it and really wanted it to end and the smell became too much, he finally removed his feet from my face.
I took in a few deep breaths of fresh air. The first one in at least a half hour! It was the best breath of air I had ever taken in my entire life, and I would have thanked him had I not been gagged.
He rose up from his chair, then sat down on the ground facing my head on the ground. He moved himself so that his knees now pinned my head in place between them. He pressed his legs hard against the sides of my head. Then he took both his worn sneakers again and brought them up to my face.
I shook in my bonds and started whining in my gag. I made loud protests and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
Not again! I can’t stand anymore! Please no more, I hate it, I hate it! I can’t stand it! No more! I thought to myself as I struggled and tried to shake away my head.
My struggle was only rewarded with him tightening his leg-grip on my head and him looking down sadistically at me. He could see the tears in the corner of my eyes for sure, and he probably knew I couldn’t take any more of this. But he didn’t even as much as blink. He just gave me and evil smile and without hesitation brought down the sneakers to my face again, trapping my nose in their stench.
My nose was now trapped and mercilessly tormented in a stinky hell.