Thomas and the Midara Wrestling League

The man just kept wildly swinging his whip again and again. The sound of his weapon slice through the air rang out through the ring as he desperately tried to keep Jasmine from getting closer.

(Whip Lash)

Whip Lash (87) Crit Fail
Taste Test (Auto)

Thomas's wild swings were powerful, but they kept missing the mark. Before long, Jasmine found an opening and kicked him in the gut, making him fall back into the corner, on his ass. While he tried to get his wind back, he caught a big whiff of the Heel's feet, as she was lifting them in front of his face again. "Lick." She promptly ordered him as she wiggled her sexy toes before his eyes.

Thomas: 6 Willpower, Foot Love 0/4, Bound, Stunned
Jasmine: 6 Stamina

Overwhelmed by the smell of Jasmine's feet, Thomas couldn't think. He just mindlessly obeyed her order and ran his tongue across her toes.

Her sweat was picked up by his tongue, and his tastebuds elated at getting to savor the Midara's feet at long last. "Keep licking. Don't stop until you've cleaned them up." Jasmine ordered him again, holding onto his arms to keep her feet and Thomas's face intimately connected.

Thomas: 4 Willpower, Foot Love 0/4, Bound
Jasmine: 6 Stamina

Her grabbing him snapped him, somewhat, out of his funk and Thomas tried to pull his face away from her oppressive foot.

Struggle (26) Success

Thomas wriggled away just in time, even as the scent and taste was really clinging to him at this point. If he didn't end this soon...

Thomas: 4 Willpower, Foot Love 0/4
Jasmine: 6 Stamina

Thomas tried to wipe some of her foot sweat off of his face as he reached for his whip again. "I'm not... done yet." he told his opponent as he swung his weapon at her once more.

(Whip Lash)

Whip Lash (27) Fail
Facewash (82) Success

"Hey, I didn't say you were done cleaning my feet, yet!" Jasmine scolded him as she ducked under his whip in order to hit him with a low sweep. Then, her sole was back to grinding and rubbing against his lips, undoing his work in cleaning off her sweat. "Now, Lick~"

Thomas: 2 Willpower, Foot Love 1/4, Attack Down
Jasmine: 6 Stamina

"No!" Thomas snapped defiantly as he grabbed her leg and tried to bring the wrestler down.


(Whip Trip)

Whip Trip (35) Fail
Stinky Boots (40,11) 1 Success, 1 Crit Fail

While Thomas went for that grab, Jasmine was reaching for her boot again. Then, a scramble broke out and it ended up with the both of them tumbling down. The adventurer and challenger was the first to pick himself up off the ground. Right in front of him, he found his foe being a lot more sluggish in her movements.... and her boot filled with her stinky socks inches from his nose, making it twitch against his will.

Thomas: 1 Willpower, Foot Love 1/4, Attack Down 1/3
Jasmine: 6 Stamina, Off Balance

Thomas groaned before he tackled Jasmine. His head was so hazy from her foot stench, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to last much longer. He tried one last time to desperately catch her in the pin Ms. Spencer taught him.

IF he couldn't hold her until she was counted out...


(Pin)

Pin (Auto)
Struggle (70) Success, Counter (37) Fail

Thomas tried to get her down, he really did. But, he did not have the strength he did last time, and Jasmine was wise to his strategy. It hardly took her any time at all to elude his grasp. The sole piece of good (or bad) news for Thomas was that he didn't get a sexy foot shoved into his face.

Thomas: 1 Willpower, Foot Love 1/4, Attack Down 2/3
Jasmine: 5 Stamina

Thomas reached for his whip again and desperately tried to take Jasmine's feet out from under her one more time.

(Whip Trip)

Whip Trip (85) Crit Fail
Foot Model Shot (Auto)

His whip swung, but Jasmine stepped on it, stopping it beneath her heel. The woman smirked and then stood up, and easily took Thomas down to the ground. Once again, the Foot Fetish Mistress stepped on his face, massaging his nose and lips with her sexy foot. The referee started counting him out while Jasmine laughed at the weak 'hero'.

Thomas has been defeated!

Thomas still tried to fight back and weakly squirmed beneath her, but all the strength had been trampled out of him by his opponent's sweaty feet.

Jasmine kept laughing and grinding Thomas under her foot, slowly rubbing it in that she was the victor. He got very familiar with her smooth sole, dainty toes, mouth-watering sweat, and nose-curling stench by the time the referee counted him out. "The hero loses to the obstacle~ Time to make good on my promise, you and I have a long overdue photo-shoot to get to." The wrestler teased while dancing her foot on Thomas's face some more.

Thomas groaned weakly, unable to do much else as she stepped on him in front of the large crowd. Feelings of shame and self-loathing welled up within him as he laid defeated under her feet.

The crowd's audience was mixed, many of them wanted to see him win and booed. But, just as many loved seeing Jasmine defeet another challenger. The Foot Fetish Mistress trampled him until he was having a hard time registering stimulus other than her feet, and then she picked him up off of the floor to drag him back to her waiting room.

Thomas weakly lifted his head to look at the crowd as Jasmine carried him away. Especially at all the women cheering at his loss. He shuddered with dread as he remembered the women coming to use him as a footrest after his first loss to Jasmine. How bad was that going to get now that he was defeeted a second time?

"Don't worry. I know plenty of girls who prefer it when their heroes like being stepped on." Jasmine cooed mockingly. She didn't know Thomas's exact fear, but she did know that he should expect that occurrence at the gym to be more common. And happen more naturally.

They soon arrived at her waiting room, where a team of female photographers was already ready for them. "Strip down. We have a special shoot planned, it'll include the full course~" Jasmine teased him.

Thomas let out a pitiful whimper as he stripped down. It was obvious to Jasmine and her crew just how humiliated he was feeling.

Jasmine smiled proudly, proud that the boy who dared to challenge and defy her was getting what he deserved. She stepped aside to show off a soft mattress, but it wasn't quite time for that yet. "Now, kneel. The first series of photos is for the hero that's getting defeated by his Foot Fetish Mistress." The Midara commanded.

"The first series?" Thomas asked as he felt a pit form in his stomach, and he rather hesitantly knelt down.

"Yup. I talked with my agent last night. She said we can use you for our entire next issue. The theme will be a hero succumbing to the feet of a seductive mistress. In case you're not up to speed, that's exactly what's going to happen to you." Jasmine explained as she lifted a foot and planted it on Thomas's face, dominantly grinding her heel into his face. He could hear and see the flash of the cameras all around him, all vying for the best shot of him getting trampled.

"Oh, and when am I going to meet this seductive mistress?" Thomas grumbled bitterly as he tried his best to endure the stinky, sweaty foot grinding against his face.