Tarzan swiftly made his way back to his Makeshift fort. He stated to wonder what he would do with his new captive. He had no use for a work maid because he had no trouble gathering any resources, or a chef. Then it hit him. He had heard the people of the village say something about foot massages and other things. And how there are people that do it. That is IT. He would have his own footpet! So he quickly bound his new pet and firmly rest his foot on the human pet's face.
Your POV
You awoke to an unpleasant stench coming from somewhere. When you opened your eyes, you saw nothing but darkness. You let out an oomph, which your captor noticed because the sole sole on you face lifted to see a man. The man was very buff, an was very intimidating. He spoke to you 'hello, if you didn't know now, your my captive". "Your mine now, and I have BIG plans for you!" "So why don't we get to it" his feet got closer to you. "Starting with it, how about you lick my feet"? He stuck his feet closer to your face, his toes wiggling his toes.
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