Defiling the Rogue
Amilie awoke to nothing but the blackness of the abyss. *What happened*, she thought. As she tried to move her body Amilie realized that she was bound by a pair of shackles that held her arms firmly behind her back as well as a stockade that kept her legs restrained. She could feel that her boots had been removed and that her stomach was relatively exposed. A blindfold had been placed over her eyes to stop her from seeing, leaving Amilie to wonder just what was going on around her.
For a few minutes Amilie struggled only for her attempts to fail in vain. After struggling for ten minutes Amilie realized that she was going nowhere. *Great, so now what do I do*, she wondered. After a few minutes had passed she could hear the sound of a door opening. Part of Amilie was anxious. She tried to remain calm as the sound of footstep drew near to her.
“Oh good, you’re awake.”
The voice was that of girl, a child. *That must be Ryilina Belfieoria*, Amilie thought as she tried to figure out a way to escape her restraints.
“Ryilina Belfieoria, right? What’s a little girl like you doing up past your bedtime?”
Ryilina giggled as she straddled Amilie’s hips.
“I could ask you the same question, little thief.”
“What do you plan to do with me then?”
“If I told you that then this would be no fun. But don’t worry, I won’t take you to the guards or even tell my father about you.”
“And why would you do that?”
“Because, I think you’re cute.”
Amilie couldn’t help but blush slightly.
“Someone’s blushing,” Ryilina said giggling.
Ryilina placed her finger on Amilie’s stomach.
“So, you know my name, what’s yours?”
“As if I would tell you that.”
Amilie tried to hold her composure as she felt Ryilina move her finger a bit lower.
“That’s not very nice. I just want us to become friends.”
Before Amilie could speak a word a paroxysm of giggling overcame her as she felt Ryilina’s fingers tickling the exposed skin between her thighs.
“What a cute name.”
Like a snake slithering across the ground, Amilie could feel Ryilina’s fingers move down her legs and over her feet.
“What is it you want, Lady Belfieoria?”
“You can just call me Ryilina.”
“Okay, Ryilina, what is it you want?”
Amilie waited for Ryilina to answer her question only to be caught off guard by the feeling of her feet being tickled.
“H-Hey, stop that,” Amilie said as she tried to hold back her laughter.
“Oh? Are you ticklish Amilie?”
“No? Are you sure? You shouldn’t lie to me.”
Before Amilie could say another word she could feel Ryilina’s finger move up and down the soles of her feet. Even through her socks Amilie felt the tickling sensation to the point that she was no longer able to hold back her convulsions of laughter.
“Stop? But you have such a cute laugh.”
“Do you want gold? I can give you gold.”
“That’s sweet of you but there is only one thing I want from you.”
Amilie could soon hear the sound of Ryilina snipping part of her socks and ripping them open, revealing her soft, smooth bare feet.
“I want you to be my servant, Amilie.”