CC - Old and new Birkenstock

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Submitted: 6 months ago
Title: CC - Old and new Birkenstock
Description: In the dark, dusty garage, where the stagnant air already carried the smell of rancid oil and damp earth, claudia stepped on something deeply repugnant. her old birkenstocks, those threadbare sandals, absorbed everything like a hungry sponge. a nauseating odor rose from them, a fetid odor that rose in invisible wisps, strong enough to make a scavenger wrinkle his nose. with a smirk on her lips, she grabbed the new box from the workbench, her new pair of birkenstocks. calling her slave, she guided him with a firm hand to the hole in the garage floor—a makeshift pit, lined with planks—where she roughly shoved him down. his torso and limbs disappeared into the damp darkness of the box, leaving only his pale, pleading face, like the head of a trapped turtle. she closed the lid, pinning her to the floor, motionless, offered to his mercy. she waved the soiled sandals under his nose, the smell hitting him like a disgusting uppercut. her tongue darted out, trembling, and grazed the blackened sole. the explosion of disgust was immediate, visceral: a sickening taste rose in her throat, a retching ripple through her imprisoned body. the texture was grainy, sticky, with rubbery bits breaking off beneath her tense abs, lodging between her teeth. claudia laughed, a pearly, sadistic sheen that echoed off the garage walls. humbly ignoring her muffled moans, she pressed the sole deeper against her tongue, rubbing it in slow, methodical circles, spreading the grime like play-doh across her skin. odor-soaked particles embedded themselves in the folds of his mouth, in his nostrils, transforming every breath into olfactory disgust. he was trampled and crushed, his tongue lolling and swollen, inadvertently swallowing pieces of the abomination he still reflexively licked. but claudia's mind was already elsewhere. with a casual gesture, she unwrapped her new birkenstocks and slipped them on with a sigh of ecstasy so soft, so perfect against her skin. without a glance at the wretch beneath her feet.