Tales From the Queendom: The Interrogation Part 2. The firs..

Tales From the Queendom: The Interrogation Part 2. The first thing you notice after waking is that your surroundings have changed. Finding yourself in what looks like a rehabilitation facility. (If you've never seen one, think modern prison but slightly more comfortable.) You can hear the occasional pained but strangely pleasured screams as well as the sound of bare feet on hard floors. Assuming you're still being interrogated and what happened before was actually real, panic fills your chest. The slapping of sole on floor gets closer slowly. Shortly after each cessation of the sound you can hear extraction, both information and fluids. Your crotch reacts, remembering the feet that presumably brought you here. It is then that you see the unmistakable cracked polish as before, shortly after the tent in your pants begins to look like a snowcapped mountain. The Interrogator laughs manically before continuing their patrol. Unable to process what just happened you sit down and think about how you were just in your own bed the night before. Now you're having accidents in your trousers to half of a foot. Another night goes by, and you're abruptly awoken by people in uniforms carrying you to the same room you originally found yourself in. Except this time your nose is covered by the sock tied around it. The scent is absolutely intoxicating. Why does it smell good? Before you can begin to consider the whys, the same pair of feet make their way to your thighs, finishing up the stiffening process. All 10 cracked polish toes rest on your member. "Who sent you?" You can do nothing but talk jibberish while their toes shock your body with pleasure. "WHO SENT YOU?!" Her toes work up the intensity causing you to blow your submissive wad all over the table. "Seriously? That won't help you." They move their lead foot forward and their sole rests ontop of your stiff member and begin to pump up and down while repeating "Who sent you?!" "I can do this to you all day, you want to have another painful one?" You can do nothing more than babble and surrender over and over again. Slipping one foot away, then returning with an old worn-out sock that's scent penetrates the one on your face already. The socked foot is rested on your nose, causing you to have the exact same painful orgasm as the first time. The last thing you see is your member surrendering again, the last thing you hear is: "Are you sure this ones Podian?"