Chapter 10: Good night sleep.
Once the door closed behind her, Yuna brought James to her face.
"Oh god, you stink!" she said in a giggle, getting her hand away. "I wanted to have a better view of you, but I guess I'll keep my distance!"
James was not amused. He was tired, so tired. His abused body did not respond anymore, he needed rest.
"Y-yuna..." he began in a whisper.
She didn't seem to even hear him.
"You know... I don't have any pockets to carry you with," she started, feigning embarrassment. "At first, I thought about putting you in my panties," she grinned. "But I'm fairly sure you would have drowned in there. And... You're not worthy of being anywhere close to my pussy, yet." she breathed. "But I've had an idea of a perfect place for you, until we get to my home!" she laughed. "You will like it. I know you *hate* being allowed to breath fresh air, so I guarantee there will be nothing of that sort in here." Yuna concluded viciously.
What? She wanted to asphyxiate him some more? Didn't she listen to his sister? Couldn't she see in what a disastrous state he was in? He needed a break! Peaceful rest!
"Y-YUNA!!" he raised his voice, in an attempt to get her to listen to him.
But Yuna did not care. She lifted her shirt up, and brought James closer to her armpit.
"Of course, you have permission to lick any sweat you'll find there," she smiled wickedly. "Although, because I *know* you are tired, I won't punish you if you do not."
That said, she tied James to the side of her bra, forcing him to be in perpetual contact with her disgusting underarm, which, even though it wasn't as stinky as her feet, still was awfully sweaty, and got its very own distasteful smell.
Once her devious deed achieved, she began walking home. With each step, her slave was rubbed in her sweat, forced to swallow and sniff whatever was there, as he was smashed against her.
She took great care of not allowing her arm to part from her body too often, as it would have allowed James to feel the fresh atmosphere being outside provided her with. She managed, with sadistic delight, to only allow James to breathe when he was on the verge of suffocating.
She had taken onto herself to make James's life a repugnant world of stench, and he would be underestimating her if he thought she wouldn't manage to do so.