You decide you should make your way out of this place. But you also think that the quote unquote guardian you had spoken to had one too many screws loose. You decided you would swipe the relic from the center of the room provided the opportunity. It had to hold some sort of value, otherwise it wouldn't be here. After taking your time to examine the situation, you respond. "I'll have to decline, I'll leave you and your temple in peace." She stands up straight, and retreats back against the wall she had been leaning on before simply saying, "A shame."
You make your way back through the circular room, turning your head just enough to give you peripheral vision of the women behind you. She soon turned and made her way down the hallway nearest her. Was she not worried? Did she no longer care? Perhaps she wasn't a very good guardian. You couldn't make heads or tails of it. You continued to walk forward, and pulled the relic away from it's pedestal. What was left was the hand in the center, grasping towards nothing anymore- creepy.
You stop staring and start walking out of the room and back into the maze. The moment you take that first turn she is in front of you, her chest hangs nearly just above you. She presses her hand into the back of your head, and lightly presses your face up against her upper stomach. She spoke, "You understand the mistake you have made don't you?" Your heart races, the little you do know about this woman, is that you believe her as crazy, which is not a good sign. Your pupils dilate as you try to look for a way out. You can't move your head much, and your vision is blocked by stomach and boob.
She released your head and spoke "While that artifact you hold may in fact be a treasure, it is also this temples only trap." You take this moment to take a few paces back. Holding the sphere in your hands firmly keeping an eye on her, as well as the relic it's self after her comment. "What- exactly do you mean?" You say. She responds, "The moment you release that, your size will be reduced, the longer you hold it, the smaller you will be." You let out a small rather nervous laugh, "You don't expect me to believe that do you?"
"It doesn't matter what you believe. You have already held it for quite some time." She said so as she folded her arms. You're on the verge of trembling as you speak, "And what will you do with me if I return this to you- will, you let me leave?" She sits down criss-cross, placing her glaive upon the floor. "You will be punished, for attempting to steal from my ancestors, you should expect nothing but that punishment for the remainders of your days. But I will not kill you."
"That's not you speaking is it- you seemed so nice before." You spoke. "Before you stole from my temple! Now you are out of time." She had placed a glove on while you were speaking, and quickly swiped the relic from you. She was not lying, you quickly shrank to near the size of an ant, if not perhaps a slight bit bigger. Your eyes widened as you stared up at the vixen which was nothing more than a curvy wall of pink at this point. All you could see was her legs crossed infront of you.
She leans forward and stares down at your less so significant form. She speaks, "You should have released it quite some time ago, maybe then you wouldn't be presented with this dilema, but the time for choices is over, and your new life begins now." She lifts you as you begin to shout and squirm within her grip. She could not hear you shout, although she could feel your struggles. She takes this time to wrap a thin yet thick string around your body several times making it near impossible for you to move in anyway that you would like to.
"This should be fun for me, as well as suitable punishment for you." She continues to wrap you with the string, but she now wrapped it around a piece of her body which she had just lowered you to. You could make out where you were now, and the smell and feel was a definite reminder, you were now struggling between her toes- which she was tying you to. It didn't take her much time to finish either.
"I hope you're snug." She wiggled her toes about rolling you around and crushing you. Despite your size, you were quite durable, and perhaps that had something to do with what had shrunk you. Eitherway she seemed to be enjoying every moment of it, because she continued to do it for quite some time, though perhaps it was your squirming she was really enjoying. She soon brought her other foot into the mix, forcing you to the bottom of the toe, she rubbed you all over the sole of her other foot. To say the least, you were not having a good time.
This time would not be your last. She would remove you from your prison daily- to eat, and to bathe. You would not get the chance to bathe, no- she used you to clean her feet- exclusively. Often she would make you scrub them down, but even more often she would simply lather you in soap and rub you into her soles, between her toes- she never missed a spot.
Her feet were all you were ever to touch, she decided this the moment you had shrank to your current size; this did not stop her from taunting you with other parts of her body on the rare occasion. She would flaunt her chest, rest it in front of you, place you between her legs adjacent to her loin cloth. She would dare you to make your move, to touch. She told you, if you were to do so, she would swallow you whole- and that would be the end of that.
Until you one day made that mistake, this was your life.
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