.....To refuse.
"No. I won't serve you. I will never serve you!" You yelled up at the towering elf in defiance. Yuufl raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Very well then, little spy. We will see about that," the dark elf said, smirking maliciously.
"W-what do you mean by that?" You squeaked, a little less resolute in your defiance now at the hint of a threat. Yuufl simply took of a boot, exposing a pale, well-groomed foot, plucked you off the table, and then dropped you unceremoniously into his boot. You yelled in freight as the boot's interior rapidly approached. Landing onto the damp floor, you slowly got up and looked around you. It was like a damp, dark cave, humid air tinted lightly with the scent of footsweat.
"Your courage is admirable, puny human. But let's see how long that courage lasts," Yuufl's voice boomed from above,"I do believe that a day, if not an hour, under my foot will be enough to break your spirit."
With that, the boot's interior went dark as a pale, well-groomed foot filled the entrance. Stunned, you could only watch mesmerized as huge toes pressed against you, warm and surprisingly, silky soft. While being trapped between the toes of an enemy would be torture for anyone else, you, unbeknownst to Yuufl, had a bit of a thing for feet. You inwardly giggled with the realization that the dark elf's attempt at torturing you was actually fulfilling one of your fantasies. During you career as a spy, you realized that you had a little bit of a preference for dark elves, and much of your 'spying' was just composed of you staring mesmerized at particularly attractive elves, fantasizing about exploring their bodies. As his soft toes closed onto you in an almost vice like grip, you were on cloud nine. You wanted so desperately to rub the perfect toes on to lp of you and to grind your hips against them. However, you knew you couldn't, as Yuufl might realize his "torture" was having the opposite effect on you and perhaps instead choose to lock you away alone in a tiny box or throw you to the hounds. So you found a new sort of torture: resisting your urges.
It felt like an eternity in the warm darkness of Yuufl's boot. You initially squirmed around a lot under his toes, trying to convince him the torture was working, but you ended up stopping lest you give in to your desires and rub your groin against your captor's perfect toes. So you lay in the damp, warm interior, face a beet-red, feeling the weight of Yuufl's silky-smooth toes on top of you, relishing the scent of his foot, yearning to lick and kiss them. Trying to distract yourself, you wondered what the best course of action would be. While being trapped under the foot of the dark elves' leader was a very unique opportunity, you still had loyalty to your people and should try and make an effort to escape. Maybe if you submitted to being Yuufl's slave, you could find an opportunity to flee? Then again, you didn't know if you would ever get the opportunity to be this close to Yuufl's feet ever again. Maybe you should stay, just a bit longer...
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