Mia's Foot Cult Ch. 03

The twenty-two worshippers exchanged wary glances, their hearts pounding in tandem. The tension in the auditorium thickened.

"Why, you ask?" Mia continued, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. "Only the strongest, the most dedicated, will rise above the rest. Those who submit fully to my divine feet will earn the privilege of tasting them once more." A ripple of anticipation coursed through the crowd of worshippers, their eagerness palpable. The tension was mounting with every passing moment. "Remember. Whoever will last the longest without an orgasm gets to taste my holy foot sweat once more", Mia reminded them.

Suddenly, the crowd started going faster, stroking their sensitive organs harder, quicker and more violently. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, as the worshipers struggled to suppress their growing desire. Their bodies shook with anticipation, their muscles tensing and relaxing in a never-ending cycle of ecstasy.

And then, it finally happened. The first orgasm. It was a girl.

"Uhhhh, ahhhhh!" she moaned with ecstasy, while holding one of Mia's boots to her nose with one hand and masturbating with the other. It was the petite redhead, Sylvia.

"Of course," Mia thought to herself. "She never was very resilient to pleasure".

Mia observed Sylvia, whose body convulsed in waves of uncontrollable pleasure. "But when you are able to withstand it, the reward is great", Mia continued her thought, taking a glance at her slender feet that gave her all this unbelievable power.

"Ugh... Ohhh, Mia...", Sylvia moaned loudly, her pussy contracting around her fingers as she orgasmed. Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground, still twitching from her climax.

The room fell silent. But the participants in the circle didn't stop. She was just discarded and the circle closed down on Mia a little bit.

"And now...", the Foot Goddess teased, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Who's next?"

The remaining twenty-one worshipers, their lust-filled eyes locked on Mia, held their breaths, ready to engage in another round of toe-curling pleasure. The auditorium was filled with a raw energy. "My dear slaves," Mia's next words were dripping with a beautiful promise. "I am ready to offer you the ultimate reward. My feet. You just have to outlast everyone else."

The worshippers' excitement escalated, their bodies pulsating with anticipation. Their eyes remained fixed on Mia, who held their fate in her hands. They were willing to endure any amount of pleasure to satisfy their craving for her divine feet.

One by one, the worshippers took turns sniffing both of Mia's boots, their faces contorting into expressions of bliss as they inhaled the intoxicating scent. Some participants in the circle were trying to hold their breath, desperate to prolong the dance for as long as possible. But then, they had to finally inhale. And it was mostly the sweat-scented air, containing Mia's powerful pheromones.

The second one to fall was Sam. The first male who lost the game.

Mia couldn't help but notice the disappointment etched on his face as he succumbed to the intense pleasure coursing through him. His cock erupted, shooting ropes of semen all over the place. "Ugh, oh fuck!" Sam cried out with a strained voice. "Fuck! Oh, no! Goddess Mia!" She watched Sam, whose body convulsed.

"Oh, Sam," she cooed with a mock sympathy. "Looks like you weren't strong enough to resist your Mistress's bewitching feet." Sam hung his head in shame, defeated by Mia's potent scent. He had to join Sylvia who was already outside the depraved circle. The remaining twenty worshippers just watched on, their eyes burning with determination not to suffer the same fate.

"Come on," Mia taunted. "Show me what you're made of." She challenged, her tone carrying a subtle edge of arrogance. The remaining worshippers glanced at each other once more, their expressions stoic, but their hearts racing. They knew this game was not merely about endurance; it was also about demonstrating their unwavering loyalty to their Goddess.

And then a dark-skinned, muscular Kyle groaned, his voice breaking under the strain of his building ecstasy. "This is torture!" He gripped his enormous shaft tightly, his strokes becoming more urgent and desperate, while with the other hand he was smelling Mia's fragrant boot.

The scent of Mia's feet filled his nostrils, fueling his lust. "I can't... I can't take this anymore!" Kyle cried out, his voice cracking under the immense pressure building inside him. "It's too much!" He writhed in agony, his cock pulsing wildly as he struggled to regain control. His hands trembled, gripping the boot tightly as he fought to retain his composure.

"Come on, Kyle," Mia taunted with a sadistic glee. "Can't handle the heat?"

Kyle gritted his teeth, his resolve wavering as he attempted to suppress the overwhelming urge to surrender himself to the pleasure. He could feel the pressure building inside him, threatening to erupt in a wave of ecstasy. His grip on the boot tightened even more, his knuckles were starting to hurt with effort.

"Kyle," Mia purred, her voice like a soft feather tickling his ear. "Are you sure you can handle the heat?" Kyle's heart thundered in his chest, his body trembling with the need of release. He forced himself to focus on anything but the tantalizing scent and look of Mia's feet.

His eyes wandered across the room, first scanning the ceiling of the auditorium and then the faces of the remaining worshippers who stared back at him, silently urging him to break. He felt their collective anticipation like a weight on his shoulders, their silence adding to the increasing pressure building up inside him.

"Kyle," Mia repeated with a soft whisper that seemed to echo through the room.

The muscular boy swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. He knew that if he surrendered to the pleasure, he would be cast aside like the others who had fallen before him. The stakes were higher than ever, and the battle within him raged on.

"Kyle," Mia purred. "Are you ready to join your fellow fallen worshippers, Sylvia and Sam?"

His hands trembled but his grip on the boot loosened slightly. He could still feel the tide of pleasure surging forth, threatening to sweep him away, though. The scent of Mia's feet, the sight of her majestic form, and the hushed whispers of his fellow worshippers all conspired to drag him deeper into the abyss of ecstasy. Yet, something inside him refused to yield. He was determined to prove his worthiness to his Goddess and emerge victorious.

"Kyle," Mia was clearly focusing on him, toying with him, enjoying his pleasurable suffering. "Have you chosen your path?" He met her gaze, his eyes blazing with defiance. "I choose to stand tall," he replied resolutely. "To demonstrate my unwavering devotion to my Goddess."

Mia studied Kyle, her sapphire eyes glimmering with curiosity. "What makes you think you can withstand the test?" she asked. The boy swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight. "It's not just about strength," he confessed. "It's about determination. About proving oneself worthy of your angelic presence."

"Is that so?" Mia smiled. And then walked towards him. With each quick step she took closer to him, he began to panic more and more. Finally, Mia stopped before him and with a swift movement, she raised her right leg towards his face. He was now facing his Goddess's sole, the source of all the ecstasy permeating in this room.

"Let's see your determination" Mia smirked. And then, with one whiff taken by him involuntarily from her gorgeous sole, just like that, the muscular boy who was fighting with all his might until that point not to cum, succumbed to the pleasure.

"UHHHHHH!!" He groaned as ropes of cum escaped his throbbing cock. His knees buckled and then he fell down on them.

The sticky substance splattered on the cold auditorium floor as his seed burst forth, marking the spot where he had finally succumbed to Mia's deific feet.

She stood before him, above him, her expression one of smug satisfaction. "Well done, Kyle," she crooned, her voice like a soft whisper teasing his ears. "You did well, but..." Kyle looked up at her, his eyes pleading. "Please, Mia," he begged, his voice cracking under the strain. "Let me taste your holy feet. Just once more! Please! I'm begging!"

Mia considered his plea, her sapphire eyes glinting with amusement. "So eager, aren't you? Well, the answer is no. You lost, Kyle. Get out of the circle, loser" Mia said sternly, driving Kyle to tears, not unlike Ethan before him in the classroom today. She raised her right leg again and forcefully pushed his chest with it. Still kneeling boy landed pathetically on his back while crying.

But what Mia did had a domino effect on the others close to her proximity. Because of her gesture with her heavenly foot, other innocent worshippers that were not long ago Kyle's neighbours in the circle, started to orgasm as well. One boy and two girls, their nostrils inadvertently getting a whiff of Mia's divine foot sweat, directly from the source. They too, not long after Kyle, started convulsing in pleasure.

"Miaaaa!" they moaned together, their minds losing themselves in the haze of carnal ecstasy. Their bodies spasming uncontrollably, they each came in glorious bursts of pleasure.

Sixteen worshippers remained.

Mia surveyed the circle, observing the exhausted and desperate individuals. Their eyes were wild and manic, reflecting the depths of their desperation.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Mia purred. "We are nearing the end of this exhilarating game. Only sixteen of you remain."

The sixteen worshippers exchanged wary glances, their hearts pounding in tandem. And then she got a devilish idea in her head.

"It's obvious that it is my feet that you worship the most about me. But tell me, oh remaining slaves, what other features of mine are driving you crazy?" Mia asked the circle, that became much smaller since this wicked, erotic game started.

A hush fell over the room. The worshippers exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes darting nervously back and forth. "Well," one of the remaining boys stammered uncertainly. "It's not just your feet, Mia. It's everything about you."

Mia arched an eyebrow, her sapphire eyes gleaming with amusement. "Everything?" she prodded curiously. "What aspects of my appearance intrigue you the most?"

The question hung in the air like a dare, challenging the remaining worshippers to reveal their deepest desires. "Well, Mia," a timid voice chimed in, "it's not just your feet. It's your entire figure."

She smirked. "My entire figure?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I find that rather interesting. So, my entire figure drives you insane with lust?" Mia asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Yes, Mia," a nervous voice responded, barely audible amidst the deafening silence. "Your legs, your hips, your breasts -- they all make us crave you even more." Mia's lips curled up into a devious grin. Then, she decided to take off her jacket seductively, causing one of the boys in the circle to cum, just with this small gesture. Mia's laughter filled the auditorium. "Not so easy, huh?" she teased, her words dripping with playful sarcasm.

The fifteen remaining worshipers exchanged uneasy glances, boys painfully erect and girls painfully wet. They knew that only one of them would survive this tormentous ordeal. Mia's aura of dominance and power was suffocating, but they welcomed it with open arms.

"My dear slaves," Mia purred. "Think of my more unconventional body parts that drive you insane. My Goddess Feet are the source of your desire, we all understand that. My legs, ass, hips, breasts, unattainable womanhood -- all of those are painfully obvious, unoriginal choices. What else?" Mia demanded from the remaining fifteen slaves in the circle.

"Think beyond my typical body parts, my precious worshipers. What else is left that compel you to serve me with such fervor?" The auditorium was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional whimper, as the worshipers contemplated Mia's provocative query. Their minds raced, searching for the unconventional body parts of Her that were still on the table. The dark-haired handsome Mike, still in the circle, beaten up and bruised from earlier by Patrick, knew the answer. And it was painfully obvious, once he thought about it some more.

Mia's feet were the source of their temptation. Her legs, ass, hips and breasts are "painfully obvious". Her womanhood is unattainable to them, mere mortals, so it was also out of the question. His gaze started to trace along her amazing body parts. It wasn't her neck, although slender and beautiful, too. Nor her hands, arms or her facial features. On the one hand it *could* be one of those, but he believed Mia gave them a hint already.

She asked them "What else is left that compel you to serve me with such fervor?". This was the hint. The word "compel". What compels them to worship her with such devotion right now? Her feet. More precisely, her foot sweat. Even more precisely, the pheromones that exude from her foot sweat. So, logical next question: what other body part tends to release sweat, body odor and thus -- more of those irresistible pheromones? The answer was right there, even in her small gesture of seductively taking off her jacket.

The remaining fifteen worshipers looked at each other, the realization dawning upon them. They started to recognize the same things that Mike did. She wanted them to think outside the box, beyond the usual attributes that drove them wild, like her angelic feet or voluptuous curves.

"Mia," the courageous boy, Mike, called out, his voice quivering with anticipation. "We may have overlooked one aspect of your being that has been compelling us to serve you with such fervor."

Mia tilted her head, her sapphire eyes sparkling with interest.

"Really?" she prodded gently. "Which part do you speak of?"

"Oh Goddess," Mike spoke more confidently now. "Your underarms."

The words hung in the air like a dare, challenging the remaining worshippers to acknowledge their hidden desires. "Underarms?" Mia repeated mischievously. "That is indeed an unusual choice. Tell me, why do you believe my underarms hold such fascination for you?" She questioned in a tone filled with curiosity.

Mike swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight. "It's not just the sweat itself, Mia," he managed to utter, his voice cracking under the strain. "It's the scent. The unique aroma that emanates from your underarms..." Mike explained, shaking with nervousness. "It's captivating. It's intoxicating. We can't resist it."

"So, my underarms are the new object of your obsession?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, Mia," Mike declared firmly. "Our cravings for your deific essence extend beyond your feet. Although they are the most important part. But we yearn for the enticing scent of your underarms too, Mia," Mike asserted. "An aroma that enchants us, rendering us helpless to resist your heavenly touch."

Mia listened intently. And then she smiled. He guessed correctly. "Yes, it was my armpits".

She continued with a question for the fifteen strong remaining in the circle. "My foot sweat and my armpit sweat are different, but at the end of the day, of this glorious day filled with the acts of your sexual enslavement, they are both my sweat, aren't they, my little minions?"

They all agreed with her.

Yes, Mia's armpit sweat was also divine because it contained her unique pheromones. It was the sweet nectar that excited them and heightened their desire for her. Even though her feet were still the primary object of their worship, they had come to appreciate the additional allure of her underarm scent.

"My dear slaves," Mia cooed. "I am intrigued by your unexpected revelation. And I am proud of Mike for his intelligence. As a reward, I will grant all of you the honor of sniffing my armpit sweat".

The circle was still moving and masturbating, but now the fifteen remaining participants looked at themselves with horror. Will they be able to withstand it? To hold on and not cum?

Mia didn't wait any longer for them to ponder the possibilities. She confidently walked towards the edge of the circle, to one of the remaining girls, blue-haired little Claire, and she swiftly raised her arm, pushing the girl's face with the other hand towards her beautiful, slender, smooth armpit.

The slavegirl was cumming instantly.

Screams of joy echoed through the auditorium as her pussy clamped down on her fingers and her juices squirted uncontrollably onto the cold auditorium floor. It was an explosion of raw, primal passion, a testament to the power of Mia's underarm scent.

The remaining fourteen worshippers, their hearts pounding in unison, witnessed the stunning display of pleasure. Their eyes widened, their mouths hanging open in disbelief as they saw the Claire lose herself in the throes of ecstasy. The intensity of her orgasm was nothing short of breathtaking, and the sheer volume of her squirting juices was astounding.

"W-wow," one of the worshipers murmured, his eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding before him. "I-I never knew someone could squirt that much."

Mia flashed a sultry smile. "Just wait until you get a taste of my bewitching underarm scent, too" she cooed. "All of you will experience it. It's my reward from me to you for lasting that long." Mia smiled, laughing a little to herself.

And then the show began. Mia was quickly going from one worshipper to the next, pushing their noses into her armpit for about two seconds. From one to the next, from one to the next, from one to the next. To all fourteen remaining participants.

After she was done, she stood in a center of a circle and looked at her work. Her worshippers who just experienced a quick dose of her armpit sweat were unable to control themselves, some of them screaming loudly, some of them only moaning with ecstasy, but all of them furiously masturbating to her irresistible pheromones. The two boys who's turn it was to hold her boots had to drop them on the ground, as they hadn't had enough strength to deal with all three things: inhaling Mia's underarms, masturbating and holding onto her beautiful footwear.

Mia watched as fourteen remaining participants struggled not to cum. But most of them lost this battle to her armpit sweat.

One by one, worshipers collapsed to the ground, their faces contorted in agonizing pleasure as they released their seed or squirt.

Each ejaculation marked another victim, another soul consumed by Mia's irresistible scent. Some succumbed quietly, their moans of pleasure muffled by the auditorium floor. Others screamed in ecstasy, their voices piercing the air. Each cry of pleasure was a testament to Mia's dominance and power over her worshippers. The auditorium was awash with the sounds of moans, gasps, and pleas for mercy.

Bodies lay strewn across the cold auditorium floor, spent and drained of energy. Sweat stained the wooden planks beneath them, a testament to the ferocity of their struggles. Mia stood in the midst of the chaos, her sapphire eyes glinting with satisfaction. The scent of sex and sweat permeated the air, mingling with the aroma of her own foot and armpit sweat.

The raven-haired Goddess stood in the middle of the carnage, her expression stoic yet triumphant. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she surveyed the wreckage. She had bested most of her worshippers, and they had willingly submitted to her divine scent.

Only four remained. Patrick, Sarah, Mike and... to Mia's surprise, Ethan. He was more resilient than she though he would be, especially after that pathetic display earlier in the classroom. Or maybe he was so strong because of that display? His entire being wanting to taste her feet so much, that he would endure almost anything thrown at him?