As punishment for the pranks Keiko has been playing on her BCPU colleagues, she has to clean the locker room. On the surface, that does not seem too bad, but the locker room is notorious for the bad odors that linger there. It has come to the point that BCPU agents who change there often wear respiratory protection so they can stay in the room long enough. Keiko, on the other hand, would not be allowed to wear any during her punishment and Lieutenant Octavia would supervise her until the locker room was cleaned to her satisfaction. Octavia would of course be wearing her gas mask the entire time.

As Keiko stepped into the locker room, the smell hit her like a brick wall. The stench was thick and overwhelming, a cocktail of sweat, dirty uniforms, and who knew what else. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, the sheer foulness of it causing her to instinctively hold her breath for a moment. She looked around and saw Lieutenant Octavia with her gas mask securely fastened over her face. From the look in Octavia’s eyes, it was clear she was enjoying her task already.

"Welcome Keiko," Octavia said, “As you can see, and definitely smell, this entire room is in desperate need of cleaning”

Keiko sighed, "This is so unfair! It was just some harmless fun!"

"Harmless? You put the entire office to sleep!" Octavia shot back, her eyes narrowing, “And you know sleeping gas gives me a terrible headache!”

"Now get to work. You’ll get some gloves, but you can forget about any respiratory protection." Octavia said, handing her a pair of yellow rubber gloves.

With a resigned nod, Keiko took the gloves and put them on. She then prepared a bucket of cleaning solution and a rag, ready for the long and stinky task ahead. At first, she gagged continuously, the revolting odors assaulting her senses like a physical force. But as minutes turned into an hour, her body began to adjust. The overwhelming stench started to blend into the background, and she found herself scrubbing away with a bit more ease.

That would not do, Octavia thought to herself, and she knew just the way to make it a little worse for Keiko.

When she was not looking, Octavia looked through her own locker, as she remembered “forgetting” some stuff in there. And there it was, all the way in the back, a pair of extremely dirty socks, discolored and emanating a stench that put the locker room to shame, it even appeared to give off actual fumes. Perfect, even if Keiko had gotten used to the ambient stench, a whiff of this thing would surely make her gag again, she thought to herself.

“Getting used to the smell, Keiko?” she called out.
“Umh, yeah, I think so, I can manage at the moment,” Keiko responded.

“Yeah, I thought that could be the case when I stopped hearing you choke and gag,” Octavia said as she walked up behind Keiko. In one swift motion, she wrapped her arm around Keiko’s waist, anchoring her in place.

“What are you doing?” Keiko asked, Surprised at the development and worried about Octavia’s words. Keiko struggled briefly to break free, but it was futile. She knew Octavia was a lot stronger than her.

Octavia then used her free hand to raise the sock to Keiko’s face, revealing the grimy and sweat-stained fabric. Octavia leaned in closer to Keiko's face, "I think this should change that," she whispered, her voice low and teasing, as she pressed the sock firmly over Keiko's nose and mouth.

"No! Octavia, wait mhhf!" Keiko tried to protest, but Octavia merely tightened her grip, savoring the moment.

Keiko's lungs filled with the rancid air that lingered within the fabric. She gagged violently, her body instinctively fighting against the nauseating fumes it now had to process. The smell was beyond anything she had encountered thus far, sending shivers of disgust coursing through her.

Octavia chuckled, standing firm as she held the sock in place. "What's the matter? Can’t handle it?"

Tears of discomfort filled Keiko's eyes as she wrestled with the overwhelming stench. The sock was suffocating, making Keiko feel trapped between her urge to breathe and the need to escape the disgusting fumes. Her body twisted slightly, desperate for a breath of fresh air, but Octavia remained resolute, relishing in her Keiko’s plight.

After what felt like an eternity, Octavia finally relented, releasing her hold on the sock, allowing Keiko to stagger back, gasping for air and still reeling from the assault on her senses. "Now, that was for the time you glued my locker shut."

Keiko coughed, her throat raw and her pride bruised. As she leaned against the wall, still trembling from the smell, she met Octavia's gaze whose expression was a blend of satisfaction and authority.

“There you go,” Octavia said with a satisfied nod, stepping back, her eyes now smiling behind the mask. "And let that serve as a reminder of what happens when you cross me. Now, get back to cleaning!"

With a mix of humiliation and determination, Keiko set back to scrubbing, the image and mainly the scent of Octavia’s sock forever imprinted in her memory.


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Another previous poll winner.
And a slightly different type of fumes from my usual chemical variants.

Also, a slightly belated Happy New Year!

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