That smell, it permeates your very soul! You can't even think of escaping anymore, as the noxious aroma holds all of your attention! All your abilities and advantages as a human being are made powerless in the face of this stench, and none of them could possibly help you lessen the shear torture you're going through! Your only option is to stand in place, taking in this odor as it crushes your will into total submission!
Or, you know, you could just hold your nose shut. You do so, and somehow that alone is enough to stop the musk's assault. You sigh in relief... then feel a strange sensation at your feet. It's like the latex goop holding them to the ground is leaking into your shoes, prodding at what's inside, rubbing them from heel to toe. It's not a painful sensation, or a sensual one, or even anything particularly pleasant or unpleasant. No, it's just... odd. Very odd, and very distracting. In fact, it's almost as distracting as... Of course! The smell was so all-consuming that it completely distracted you from what the latex is doing to your feet! You have to get it off! You have to stop it!
You have to watch as it leaves you and is absorbed back into the skunk, leaving your feet feeling just the same as they always have and your shoes completely intact. You're kind of wondering what the point of all that was, but don't really care much at this point. The latex is off of you, the musk is gone, and even the skunk seems to have lost interest in you. Looks like you're free to go.