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After a semi-long hiatus, I've found myself coming up with new ideas for stories. Am in the process of working on a new series of sorts; the first chapter will eventually be shared here.
In the meantime, I decided to work on "shorter" stories; IE: A decent fetish story under 4 pages. This one tops in at just over 5; didn't exactly reach my goal, but I think I did relatively well with what I wrote.
As for the story itself, there's some things I would have done differently, things I would have added, etc. I'll have to remember that for next time. The story takes place in the same world as Megaman Legends, although it treads in those waters very lightly, so to speak. I was going to do a more drawn out meeting between the digger and her foes, but the constraints I put on this story didn't allow for it. Ah well.
Anyway, as always, enjoy.
:redstar: :feather:
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Milina was just a run-of-the-mill digger, doing what every other would be “treasure hunter” did; search ruins for some kind of valuable refractors. That, or some sort of weapon parts or ancient artifacts to sell at the local trade market. She had no spotter to communicate with; just had a cheap shock-pistol and her wits to keep her safe down in the sprawling caverns of the ruins.
Most would call her foolish for not having a spotter, but she didn't see the need for it; never did. Spotters had their uses, but their wave scans could only reveal so much inside the ruins.
In the end, it was always up to the digger to keep themselves out of harms way, and collect the loot for the two to share. So why should someone else profit from her hard work, right?
Cutting out the middle-man seemed the obvious way to go. Always had been.
Though she lived by this personal code, she got along fairly well with the other diggers and their spotters around her area. Unfortunately, some always had something to critique her on.
Her attire, for one, wasn't exactly “practical” to go digging in, but she enjoyed being comfortable moreso than being protected. Spending hours upon hours down beneath the hard-trodden earth wasn't exactly the best way to spend one's day. So why shouldn't she be comfortable while doing it? A simple blue flannel shirt, tight blue jeans, and a thin pair of brown flip-flops was all she wore. For her, it was the simplicity that made it an effective outfit.
With her weapon holster strapped to her leg, a utility belt around her waist, and a small penlight, she could easily maneuver inside of the sometimes tight corridors that many would shy away from. Not only that, but with the minimal of equipment she carried, it was easier to run away from danger, should any happen upon her...
“So, have you made a decision yet?”
She would have made it; should have made it.
A scratching sensation, on the top of her foot underneath her toes. She could feel the corner's of her mouth attempting to curl, but she wouldn't allow it. Milina clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth; she wasn't about to give into something so trivial as tickling.
Just a simple misstep. If it weren't for that Cannam earlier, she would have been fine.
“So it's going to be like this, is it? That's fine with me.”
The young woman could feel her flimsy brown flip-flops being slowly removed. The cool underground air that kissed at her toes moved around to peck at the bottoms of her feet as well. First the left... then the right. She pulled her head off from the conveyor belt she was tied to; just in time to see Ronnen set her flip flops onto the nearby mesh grating. She narrowed her eyes at the pirate, watching him stroke his black goatee. “Hey, don't blame us; we're just trying to make an honest living.” he chuckled, looking towards his companion.
The raven haired woman sat idly by; Milina watched as she removed one of her gloves to inspect her nails.
All it took was one bomb blast from that Reaverbot; it sent her falling off the side of the ledge and onto the mesh cage below.
It was the same raven-haired woman that shot the net-rifle, effectively capturing their mark for the day.
“Hey, Lenne, pass me that string, will you?”
The young woman's eyes widened, as she watched the object in question slowly pass ownership. She tried to free her arms from their bindings, but couldn't. She could only watch as the air pirate quickly bound her big toes together; effectly eliminating her ability to protect her feet.
“Mmphmph!!” came the muffled cries; Lenne chuckled a bit as she quietly filed her nails. “There's no use fighting it hun; you won't be getting out of this anytime soon. If you had just been a good little girl, then you wouldn't be tied up like this right now.”
Milina narrowed her eyes at the woman. The latter responded by giving her a wink and a smile.
“According to your area scanner, you divided up these ruins into ten sections, each with three small sub-sections... The main sections coded by alphabet... interesting.” Her gaze was torn back to the man in front of her. He continued punching in keys, looking at the information until he was satisfied.
“Sections A through J. I believe that gives us thirty possible locations for where you stored your stash of loot, am I right?” Ronnen took a seat at the end of the line, where her feet were, as he began to teasingly scratch at her heels.
Ronnen was surprised at how soft the girl's feet were, given her occupation and the likelihood that she probably travelled around by foot.. “Well well, seems our little friend here likes to take good care of her feet Lenne! If your heels are this soft, then I wonder how the rest must feel...” he spoke, watching as the girl tried her best to remain still.
He slowly began to drag his fingertips up her arches, watching as her toes graciously flexed up and down. Ronen started to draw circles underneath the balls of her feet; he could hear her resolve wavering as muffled laughter began to eminate from behind her cloth gag. “Sensitive spot? Good... Makes my job that much easier.” he teased, as she struggled to pull her feet away.
“Mmmphmmhmm!!” Milina cried, trying to keep from laughing. Ronen was no amateur, of that she was sure. With every inch he explored, he found some new way to elicite more laughter from her lungs. Her back began to arch up as he found a particularly devious spot underneath her middle toes on the left foot. From her toes, he brought his fingertips up to the tops of her toes, delicately scratching as they wriggled and writhed in place.
All the while, Lenne was nonchelantly watching. Still filing her nails, she couldn't help but smirk as the girl tried her best to remain silent.
With a sigh, she slowly got up and took a seat at the girl's side, continuing where she had left off. “Why do you want to subjugate yourself to this? It could all be over if you just tell us where you hid your treasure....” came her calm words. The girl shook her head back and forth, scattering her hair every which way. Ronnen decided to stop for the moment, letting Milina settle back onto the conveyor belt.
With a grin, he sat back in the chair and thought for a moment. Suddenly, the girl's toes splayed out, as her hips began to slowly shake back and forth. “That's a good little girl... No matter how much you try and move, it isn't going to stop...” Lenne's voice teased; her filed nails slowly scratching against the girl's side.
“Hmmhmeemeeehehee!!”
Light enough to keep her laughing, and fast enough to deny her a reprieve.
“Alright, let's get down to business, shall we?” the man spoke as he stretched.
The questions came; they both rattled off letters and sections where they thought she might be hiding the loot. Milina was willing herself on; maybe if she could hold out long enough, they'd let her go and she could escape.
Ronnen was smart enough to change his tactics every so often; Lenne as well. By the time she was getting used to one method of tickling, the other would change their's entirely; causing her to lose focus and become even more of a laughing mess.
His fingers danced along her insteps; the balls of her feet; underneath the toes. There was no reprieve from his assault, no offers of sympathy. Laughter forced itself from behind the gag in waves; even moreso when he had Lenne pull her toes back as to allow him access to the tender flesh she so desperately wanted to hide away. When he zeroed in on the undersides of her toes, Milina's gagged laughter reached an even higher pitch than before.
Her back arched off of the beltway once again as saliva trickled down from the corner of her mouth. The undersides of her toes were one of her worst spots to be tickled on, if not the very worst. The fact that Ronnen was easily able to manipulate her in such a way both frightened... and somewhat excited her.
Though the two were air pirates, they didn't seem intent on hurting her; physically, at least. The red vests they wore bore some strange insignia; one she hadn't seen before. Could they be working for the Bonne's? The Loathe's? Or maybe some other group altogether.
Though she was interested in who they were, the minutes passed with no end in sight to her torture. As if she were back in school, she could imagine a ticking clock; each dull thud was a second that seemed to last forever. Questions were asked, but Milina had no reply save for the laughter that flowed forth from within herself. The focus of her entire being was her feet. She knew nothing else save how to laugh, scream, and beg for sweet mercy. Repreive came, but often it wasn't enough to satiate her; merely enough to allow her time to injest the oxygen she needed to keep laughing for the two.
Eventually, she began to break; in the far recesses of her mind the treasure she sacrificed her well-being for appeared to her. As quickly as it came, it vanished, as if it was pushed from her mind to make way for more laughter. Ronnen never seemed to tire, and neither did Lenne; it seemed that the more she laughed and squirmed under their teasing touch, the more they were willed on to keep tickling.
Their questions started coming few and further between. It was a tactic that Ronnen enjoyed using. By the time they asked for an answer, there was no semblance of hesitation within Milina to answer. Anything at all they asked, she answered, and answered truthfully. Although her answers were muffled by the gag she so desperately wanted to rend from her mouth, she answered all the same. She had to answer, lest she forget the question due to the laughter clouding her mind.
“So we can definitely rule out sections A, C, F, B, H, and E?” he asked, licking his lips as the girl thrashed around in ticklish agony.
“MMHMMHMMHHHMM!!!!” she screamed, ferverantly shaking her head yes.
“So that means we just have D, G, I, and J...” Lenne spoke, giving the pads of her toes a few quick tickles while Ronnen dug around in Lenne's satchel. The woman decided to skitter her nails along the sides of Milina's ankles; the latter replied with a squeal before being lost in a bout of giggles.
“Ah... this should do it.”
From out of the bag, he pulled a small bottle of lotion. One of Lenne's least used. He quickly walked over and pulled the cloth gag from her mouth. She gulped down air as a few trickles of laughter still seeped out from within.
“Last chance; we had our fun, but now it's time to wrap things up here. Either tell us what section it's in or your feet are going to get aquainted with a nice dosage of this.”
Milina looked at the bottle, then to Ronnen. “A...ah...Alright... no... no more...”
He chuckled, tossing the bottle to Lenne. “Now we're getting somewhere. Go on.”
“S...Section G... Subsection Two” she replied. After all this time spent being tickled, she could't believe that it had come down to this. “Haha! Finally! Lenne, take this radio. I'll head over to check it out; you better not be lying girl.” he added, glancing towards her.
“Milina! My name's... M..Milina..” she coughed. She heard the mechanical whirring of the door nearby as it opened and closed. She then heard the top of the bottle popping off, as Lenne began to hum a song.
“Wha..what are you do...heheheing!?” She giggled, feeling the cool lotion being rubbed into her soles. “Just finishing up here. Figured we might as well, right?” Lenne teased, scittering her nails across the tender flesh as Milina cried out in mirth. The girl could feel the sweet smelling lotion being rubbed everywhere; no inch of her feet were spared. Lenne began rubbing the lotion in-between the girl's toes, causing her to giggle and squeal.
Eventually, the woman finished applying the lotion onto her trapped feet. What only took a few minutes seemed an lifetime to Milina; “Leheheehet me gohohoahahahaha!!! PLEAHAHAHASEEHEHE!! I TAHAHAOOLD YOU EVEHEREHEHETHING!!” she cried while Lenne tickled her with a small hairbrush. The woman had a grin on her face; there was something so satisfying to her in hearing someone beg.
The radio chimed in with several beeps, Lenne paused and answered it. “What's it looking like, Ronnen?” she asked, scratching in-between the girl's toes. A short pause followed, “Looks good; I doubt we're going to have to do this again anytime soon. There's even some rare parts in here.”
The woman smiled, looking up towards her captive; “So what do we do with Milina then?”
“Let me go... please...” she thought, while her toes scrunched up to defend themselves.
“Work her over a little more, then you can let her go. We got what we needed.”
The radio went silent again, and with it, Milina's dreams of escape.
“P-please... n-nahaoo more!” she laughed, wiggling her toes in a feeble attempt at escape. “Rules are rules, sweety. Don't worry though, I promise it'll be quick.”
She looked towards Lenne with tears of laughter in her eyes, as her defenseless peds became the epicenter of her world once again. The tickling was swift and unrelenting; Milina laughed as she had never laughed before. Her legs thrashed about, and her back arched off of the beltway while the laughter poured out from between her lips like water breaking over the banks of a swollen riverbed. With the lotion applied all over, it made her even more ticklish than she already was.
She finally realised that there was no escaping this. She buried her head into her arm, accepting her fate. She splayed her toes for Lenne and held them as still as possible; showing the wicked woman that she could have her way with her.
Lenne took this opportunity to the fullest; using the brush and her filed nails on the undersides of the girl's toes proved to be an extremely effective method. Her laughter rose to another octave, as she tried to remain as still as she could. Eventually, her pleas and screams for mercy became silent, until it became too much for her; upon which she passed out.
Ronnen showed up a few minutes later carrying the sacks of parts and zenny. He noticed Milina's unmoving form, and gave Lenne a puzzled look. “...She alright? Didn't make her laugh too much, I hope.” Lenne laughed as she pulled on her gloves. “Yeah, she'll be fine. She finally made it easier on herself and gave in at the end, so I didn't have to work too hard.” “Haha... I figured as much. Let's get out of here.” came his reply.
The two pirates left, but not before Ronnen could write her a quick note.
Milina eventually awoke, feeling the cold metal of the conveyor belt against her dangling arm. “She looked around before slowly sitting up; she was alone. She swung her feet around and looked down at them; one of the two had put her flip-flops back on before leaving. “Ugh.. my treasure... those two are probably gone by now...” she thought, rubbing her wrists. The young woman stood up and noticed a small bag sitting next to the chair Ronnen had sat in.
She crouched down and opened the bag; inside was a note and map, along with a few parts and some zenny.
Picking the bag up, she hopped back onto the conveyor belt and took her flip-flops off, rubbing her feet with one hand while she read the note.
Milina,
Didn't want you to leave completely empty handed; you're a lot more determined than you look. You showed us that there's still some people willing to fight for what's theirs, even if they've already lost the battle. For that, you earned our respect. Still, we air pirates don't make a living on respect and charity; can't make ends meet on an IOU, y'know?
Maybe one day we'll run across each other again. I can only hope so, right?
Take care, and remember, there's always a bigger score out there, waiting to be found.
- Ronnen
She quickly counted the zenny; almost five-hundred. Just about a tenth of what was there originally. Milina then gazed at the map; it seemed to be another ruin site; she recognized the location as the Rido Ruins. Were they planning on going there next?
She slid her feet back into her flip-flops; noticing the sweet aroma of the lotion. “Well... it could have been worse, I suppose. At least I can walk away knowing I'm alive and well.” she mumbled, putting on her uitility belt and picking up the small satchel.
The sound of her flip-flops gently smacking the back of her heels was the only sound to be heard on her way back towards the surface.
“Maybe I should get a spotter...” she thought, as she reached the ladder near the entrance. With each rung she climbed, the answer was still clear.
“Cut someone else in on the profits? Do I really need a middle-man?”
She thought of what Ronnen wrote her in the letter. She scoffed a little as she pushed up the shutter; a smile she couldn't help but show began appearing across her face. She adjusted the satchel before opening the ruin doors leading outside.
Milina wriggled her toes a little, quietly giggling to herself.
“Why should someone else profit from my hard work? No spotter. Not now, not ever.” she spoke aloud, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun spreading over her.
In the meantime, I decided to work on "shorter" stories; IE: A decent fetish story under 4 pages. This one tops in at just over 5; didn't exactly reach my goal, but I think I did relatively well with what I wrote.
As for the story itself, there's some things I would have done differently, things I would have added, etc. I'll have to remember that for next time. The story takes place in the same world as Megaman Legends, although it treads in those waters very lightly, so to speak. I was going to do a more drawn out meeting between the digger and her foes, but the constraints I put on this story didn't allow for it. Ah well.
Anyway, as always, enjoy.
:redstar: :feather:
- - - - -
Milina was just a run-of-the-mill digger, doing what every other would be “treasure hunter” did; search ruins for some kind of valuable refractors. That, or some sort of weapon parts or ancient artifacts to sell at the local trade market. She had no spotter to communicate with; just had a cheap shock-pistol and her wits to keep her safe down in the sprawling caverns of the ruins.
Most would call her foolish for not having a spotter, but she didn't see the need for it; never did. Spotters had their uses, but their wave scans could only reveal so much inside the ruins.
In the end, it was always up to the digger to keep themselves out of harms way, and collect the loot for the two to share. So why should someone else profit from her hard work, right?
Cutting out the middle-man seemed the obvious way to go. Always had been.
Though she lived by this personal code, she got along fairly well with the other diggers and their spotters around her area. Unfortunately, some always had something to critique her on.
Her attire, for one, wasn't exactly “practical” to go digging in, but she enjoyed being comfortable moreso than being protected. Spending hours upon hours down beneath the hard-trodden earth wasn't exactly the best way to spend one's day. So why shouldn't she be comfortable while doing it? A simple blue flannel shirt, tight blue jeans, and a thin pair of brown flip-flops was all she wore. For her, it was the simplicity that made it an effective outfit.
With her weapon holster strapped to her leg, a utility belt around her waist, and a small penlight, she could easily maneuver inside of the sometimes tight corridors that many would shy away from. Not only that, but with the minimal of equipment she carried, it was easier to run away from danger, should any happen upon her...
“So, have you made a decision yet?”
She would have made it; should have made it.
A scratching sensation, on the top of her foot underneath her toes. She could feel the corner's of her mouth attempting to curl, but she wouldn't allow it. Milina clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth; she wasn't about to give into something so trivial as tickling.
Just a simple misstep. If it weren't for that Cannam earlier, she would have been fine.
“So it's going to be like this, is it? That's fine with me.”
The young woman could feel her flimsy brown flip-flops being slowly removed. The cool underground air that kissed at her toes moved around to peck at the bottoms of her feet as well. First the left... then the right. She pulled her head off from the conveyor belt she was tied to; just in time to see Ronnen set her flip flops onto the nearby mesh grating. She narrowed her eyes at the pirate, watching him stroke his black goatee. “Hey, don't blame us; we're just trying to make an honest living.” he chuckled, looking towards his companion.
The raven haired woman sat idly by; Milina watched as she removed one of her gloves to inspect her nails.
All it took was one bomb blast from that Reaverbot; it sent her falling off the side of the ledge and onto the mesh cage below.
It was the same raven-haired woman that shot the net-rifle, effectively capturing their mark for the day.
“Hey, Lenne, pass me that string, will you?”
The young woman's eyes widened, as she watched the object in question slowly pass ownership. She tried to free her arms from their bindings, but couldn't. She could only watch as the air pirate quickly bound her big toes together; effectly eliminating her ability to protect her feet.
“Mmphmph!!” came the muffled cries; Lenne chuckled a bit as she quietly filed her nails. “There's no use fighting it hun; you won't be getting out of this anytime soon. If you had just been a good little girl, then you wouldn't be tied up like this right now.”
Milina narrowed her eyes at the woman. The latter responded by giving her a wink and a smile.
“According to your area scanner, you divided up these ruins into ten sections, each with three small sub-sections... The main sections coded by alphabet... interesting.” Her gaze was torn back to the man in front of her. He continued punching in keys, looking at the information until he was satisfied.
“Sections A through J. I believe that gives us thirty possible locations for where you stored your stash of loot, am I right?” Ronnen took a seat at the end of the line, where her feet were, as he began to teasingly scratch at her heels.
Ronnen was surprised at how soft the girl's feet were, given her occupation and the likelihood that she probably travelled around by foot.. “Well well, seems our little friend here likes to take good care of her feet Lenne! If your heels are this soft, then I wonder how the rest must feel...” he spoke, watching as the girl tried her best to remain still.
He slowly began to drag his fingertips up her arches, watching as her toes graciously flexed up and down. Ronen started to draw circles underneath the balls of her feet; he could hear her resolve wavering as muffled laughter began to eminate from behind her cloth gag. “Sensitive spot? Good... Makes my job that much easier.” he teased, as she struggled to pull her feet away.
“Mmmphmmhmm!!” Milina cried, trying to keep from laughing. Ronen was no amateur, of that she was sure. With every inch he explored, he found some new way to elicite more laughter from her lungs. Her back began to arch up as he found a particularly devious spot underneath her middle toes on the left foot. From her toes, he brought his fingertips up to the tops of her toes, delicately scratching as they wriggled and writhed in place.
All the while, Lenne was nonchelantly watching. Still filing her nails, she couldn't help but smirk as the girl tried her best to remain silent.
With a sigh, she slowly got up and took a seat at the girl's side, continuing where she had left off. “Why do you want to subjugate yourself to this? It could all be over if you just tell us where you hid your treasure....” came her calm words. The girl shook her head back and forth, scattering her hair every which way. Ronnen decided to stop for the moment, letting Milina settle back onto the conveyor belt.
With a grin, he sat back in the chair and thought for a moment. Suddenly, the girl's toes splayed out, as her hips began to slowly shake back and forth. “That's a good little girl... No matter how much you try and move, it isn't going to stop...” Lenne's voice teased; her filed nails slowly scratching against the girl's side.
“Hmmhmeemeeehehee!!”
Light enough to keep her laughing, and fast enough to deny her a reprieve.
“Alright, let's get down to business, shall we?” the man spoke as he stretched.
The questions came; they both rattled off letters and sections where they thought she might be hiding the loot. Milina was willing herself on; maybe if she could hold out long enough, they'd let her go and she could escape.
Ronnen was smart enough to change his tactics every so often; Lenne as well. By the time she was getting used to one method of tickling, the other would change their's entirely; causing her to lose focus and become even more of a laughing mess.
His fingers danced along her insteps; the balls of her feet; underneath the toes. There was no reprieve from his assault, no offers of sympathy. Laughter forced itself from behind the gag in waves; even moreso when he had Lenne pull her toes back as to allow him access to the tender flesh she so desperately wanted to hide away. When he zeroed in on the undersides of her toes, Milina's gagged laughter reached an even higher pitch than before.
Her back arched off of the beltway once again as saliva trickled down from the corner of her mouth. The undersides of her toes were one of her worst spots to be tickled on, if not the very worst. The fact that Ronnen was easily able to manipulate her in such a way both frightened... and somewhat excited her.
Though the two were air pirates, they didn't seem intent on hurting her; physically, at least. The red vests they wore bore some strange insignia; one she hadn't seen before. Could they be working for the Bonne's? The Loathe's? Or maybe some other group altogether.
Though she was interested in who they were, the minutes passed with no end in sight to her torture. As if she were back in school, she could imagine a ticking clock; each dull thud was a second that seemed to last forever. Questions were asked, but Milina had no reply save for the laughter that flowed forth from within herself. The focus of her entire being was her feet. She knew nothing else save how to laugh, scream, and beg for sweet mercy. Repreive came, but often it wasn't enough to satiate her; merely enough to allow her time to injest the oxygen she needed to keep laughing for the two.
Eventually, she began to break; in the far recesses of her mind the treasure she sacrificed her well-being for appeared to her. As quickly as it came, it vanished, as if it was pushed from her mind to make way for more laughter. Ronnen never seemed to tire, and neither did Lenne; it seemed that the more she laughed and squirmed under their teasing touch, the more they were willed on to keep tickling.
Their questions started coming few and further between. It was a tactic that Ronnen enjoyed using. By the time they asked for an answer, there was no semblance of hesitation within Milina to answer. Anything at all they asked, she answered, and answered truthfully. Although her answers were muffled by the gag she so desperately wanted to rend from her mouth, she answered all the same. She had to answer, lest she forget the question due to the laughter clouding her mind.
“So we can definitely rule out sections A, C, F, B, H, and E?” he asked, licking his lips as the girl thrashed around in ticklish agony.
“MMHMMHMMHHHMM!!!!” she screamed, ferverantly shaking her head yes.
“So that means we just have D, G, I, and J...” Lenne spoke, giving the pads of her toes a few quick tickles while Ronnen dug around in Lenne's satchel. The woman decided to skitter her nails along the sides of Milina's ankles; the latter replied with a squeal before being lost in a bout of giggles.
“Ah... this should do it.”
From out of the bag, he pulled a small bottle of lotion. One of Lenne's least used. He quickly walked over and pulled the cloth gag from her mouth. She gulped down air as a few trickles of laughter still seeped out from within.
“Last chance; we had our fun, but now it's time to wrap things up here. Either tell us what section it's in or your feet are going to get aquainted with a nice dosage of this.”
Milina looked at the bottle, then to Ronnen. “A...ah...Alright... no... no more...”
He chuckled, tossing the bottle to Lenne. “Now we're getting somewhere. Go on.”
“S...Section G... Subsection Two” she replied. After all this time spent being tickled, she could't believe that it had come down to this. “Haha! Finally! Lenne, take this radio. I'll head over to check it out; you better not be lying girl.” he added, glancing towards her.
“Milina! My name's... M..Milina..” she coughed. She heard the mechanical whirring of the door nearby as it opened and closed. She then heard the top of the bottle popping off, as Lenne began to hum a song.
“Wha..what are you do...heheheing!?” She giggled, feeling the cool lotion being rubbed into her soles. “Just finishing up here. Figured we might as well, right?” Lenne teased, scittering her nails across the tender flesh as Milina cried out in mirth. The girl could feel the sweet smelling lotion being rubbed everywhere; no inch of her feet were spared. Lenne began rubbing the lotion in-between the girl's toes, causing her to giggle and squeal.
Eventually, the woman finished applying the lotion onto her trapped feet. What only took a few minutes seemed an lifetime to Milina; “Leheheehet me gohohoahahahaha!!! PLEAHAHAHASEEHEHE!! I TAHAHAOOLD YOU EVEHEREHEHETHING!!” she cried while Lenne tickled her with a small hairbrush. The woman had a grin on her face; there was something so satisfying to her in hearing someone beg.
The radio chimed in with several beeps, Lenne paused and answered it. “What's it looking like, Ronnen?” she asked, scratching in-between the girl's toes. A short pause followed, “Looks good; I doubt we're going to have to do this again anytime soon. There's even some rare parts in here.”
The woman smiled, looking up towards her captive; “So what do we do with Milina then?”
“Let me go... please...” she thought, while her toes scrunched up to defend themselves.
“Work her over a little more, then you can let her go. We got what we needed.”
The radio went silent again, and with it, Milina's dreams of escape.
“P-please... n-nahaoo more!” she laughed, wiggling her toes in a feeble attempt at escape. “Rules are rules, sweety. Don't worry though, I promise it'll be quick.”
She looked towards Lenne with tears of laughter in her eyes, as her defenseless peds became the epicenter of her world once again. The tickling was swift and unrelenting; Milina laughed as she had never laughed before. Her legs thrashed about, and her back arched off of the beltway while the laughter poured out from between her lips like water breaking over the banks of a swollen riverbed. With the lotion applied all over, it made her even more ticklish than she already was.
She finally realised that there was no escaping this. She buried her head into her arm, accepting her fate. She splayed her toes for Lenne and held them as still as possible; showing the wicked woman that she could have her way with her.
Lenne took this opportunity to the fullest; using the brush and her filed nails on the undersides of the girl's toes proved to be an extremely effective method. Her laughter rose to another octave, as she tried to remain as still as she could. Eventually, her pleas and screams for mercy became silent, until it became too much for her; upon which she passed out.
Ronnen showed up a few minutes later carrying the sacks of parts and zenny. He noticed Milina's unmoving form, and gave Lenne a puzzled look. “...She alright? Didn't make her laugh too much, I hope.” Lenne laughed as she pulled on her gloves. “Yeah, she'll be fine. She finally made it easier on herself and gave in at the end, so I didn't have to work too hard.” “Haha... I figured as much. Let's get out of here.” came his reply.
The two pirates left, but not before Ronnen could write her a quick note.
Milina eventually awoke, feeling the cold metal of the conveyor belt against her dangling arm. “She looked around before slowly sitting up; she was alone. She swung her feet around and looked down at them; one of the two had put her flip-flops back on before leaving. “Ugh.. my treasure... those two are probably gone by now...” she thought, rubbing her wrists. The young woman stood up and noticed a small bag sitting next to the chair Ronnen had sat in.
She crouched down and opened the bag; inside was a note and map, along with a few parts and some zenny.
Picking the bag up, she hopped back onto the conveyor belt and took her flip-flops off, rubbing her feet with one hand while she read the note.
Milina,
Didn't want you to leave completely empty handed; you're a lot more determined than you look. You showed us that there's still some people willing to fight for what's theirs, even if they've already lost the battle. For that, you earned our respect. Still, we air pirates don't make a living on respect and charity; can't make ends meet on an IOU, y'know?
Maybe one day we'll run across each other again. I can only hope so, right?
Take care, and remember, there's always a bigger score out there, waiting to be found.
- Ronnen
She quickly counted the zenny; almost five-hundred. Just about a tenth of what was there originally. Milina then gazed at the map; it seemed to be another ruin site; she recognized the location as the Rido Ruins. Were they planning on going there next?
She slid her feet back into her flip-flops; noticing the sweet aroma of the lotion. “Well... it could have been worse, I suppose. At least I can walk away knowing I'm alive and well.” she mumbled, putting on her uitility belt and picking up the small satchel.
The sound of her flip-flops gently smacking the back of her heels was the only sound to be heard on her way back towards the surface.
“Maybe I should get a spotter...” she thought, as she reached the ladder near the entrance. With each rung she climbed, the answer was still clear.
“Cut someone else in on the profits? Do I really need a middle-man?”
She thought of what Ronnen wrote her in the letter. She scoffed a little as she pushed up the shutter; a smile she couldn't help but show began appearing across her face. She adjusted the satchel before opening the ruin doors leading outside.
Milina wriggled her toes a little, quietly giggling to herself.
“Why should someone else profit from my hard work? No spotter. Not now, not ever.” she spoke aloud, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun spreading over her.
