Tales From the Queendom: The Interrogation Part 1. You did..

Tales From the Queendom: The Interrogation Part 1. You didn't make it very far into the fabled lands before catching the faint smell of old socks. It grows stronger, moving forward or not. This scent causes your groin to feel quite excited. At a complete loss on how to explain this, fear takes hold, and your legs move back the way you came. Only you've taken too long to analyze the scent and now standing before you, a figure in climate appropriate wraps. The scent now invades every bit of Oxygen around you. The figure steps forward, only now you can see that they are barefoot with chipped toenail paint. Turning in fear, you've not noticed you are fully erect. Your nose and tent find socks and without warning you've had an orgasm so strong you bowl over with muscle cramps and shoot so hard you've soiled your pants as well as the sock your tent slipped into. In too much pain to move you are restrained and taken to a building further within the borders. Once your stomach cramps calm down enough to become more aware, it becomes apparent that your pants have been stolen and you've been restrained. Fearing you may feel this pain again, anxiety floods your chest. Thats when a small door opens next to you & two feet come through. Unable to see the face of your captor the anxiety grows. These are the same cracked nail paints you saw before. These feet are dirty from being barefoot but look smooth. They rest in what looks like a predator ready to pounce. "Who sent you?" What? You mutter. Followed by pained moans while these unknown feet ravage your cock, rubbing the clammy soft skin all over your dick. It feels better than any sex you've had. Why? "Why are you here?" I wanted to see if this place really existed! Im sorry! Please let me go! You stutter out quickly before being cut off by these feet once more and they exercise pleasurable wrath on your helpless member. Nearly making you blow your seed. Always stopping before you blow. With the precision of a surgeon, they keep you right on that cliff. Please! Le... you're cut off by getting a ruin from your interrogator. Your hips buck into their feet while you have your little ruined orgasm. Held to tightly by them you can't thrust between them. "Speak before being spoken to and I will make you hurt again. Don't fight us, or we will make it hurt even more than before. Hump my feet until you cum if you understand" Completely helpless to do anything but listen, you surrender yourself by pumping it between these feet as instructed. Willingly giving the rest of your seed to them. Passing out from sexual exhaustion shortly after.