Pit Slave

You blinked and found yourself on a farm, your body soaked in sweat and tired from what must have been long hours. You were carrying a bucket, but you couldn't remember what you were doing or how you ended up here. You didn't even recognize what you were wearing- a grey filthy tank top and dirt-ridden jeans. They smelled as if you'd been wearing them for over a week, soaking in sweat and dirt. You smelled just as bad, just as unwashed as your outfit. You even felt a little stubble on your face that you'd never had.

You had been dizzy standing there, but the fresh air seemed to help your head. You looked around confused, trying to figure out where you were until you recognized your friend's house in the distance. You must have been on their property with them. You dropped the bucket and began dragging your exhausted body over, hoping to get help.

You walked into the garage to find him there.

"That was fast, you finish your chores boy?" He asked, patronizing you.

"Huh?" You asked, still trying to comprehend the situation. You were too tired to get angry at the condescension.

He looked over, approaching once he recognized the light in your eyes. "You alright? You don't look good" He said hesitantly.

You were too preoccupied to notice him stepping close.

"No, I'm not…" You said raising a hand to your head, your eyes pleading, trying to figure out where to begin. "I just…"

"Here, this should help," He said,quickly raising his arm and closing the distance between you.

He was too fast for you to react. Your entire vision was immediately filled by his pit, a much more concentrated smell of earth and old sweat washing through your mind. You could barely stay conscious as the scent battered your thoughts, your head and lungs filling with his fumes. It was too much to handle. You lost control of your legs, feeling yourself beginning to collapse to the floor.

Your friend had a hand behind your neck already, keeping your head deep in his rank crevice as he followed you down. You came to on the ground, unable to move away with your face still soaking in his taint. You could feel it sinking into you, embedding iun your skin and insides, engraining itself into you. It was like a poison, slowly replacing your will. You knew you had to stop it.

You tried to open your mouth to shout, to try to get out, but that only allowed his flavor to wash in there as well, drowning your tongue with his taste. Nothing other than his musk existed now as your mind was cut off from the rest of your senses, your consciousness finally drowning in his scent. You blinked out of existence.

You were just a body now, brain filled with his fumes as you returned to being his obedient pit slave.

"Guess I'll have to keep you more provided" Your friend said, making a mental note as he got up and ordered you back to work.