The next few minutes were a blur of actions and reactions, and by the end of it, you could barely beleive what you had done.
Summoning up all your courage, and maybe some of your reckless stupidity, you charged at the unknown cute 18 year old-girl, shouting a war cry that would leave most Huns shivering in fear, let alone a female burgarler. Apparently, your lessons in martial arts have finally paid off big time, as you are easilly able to put the girl into a hold with little effort. She struggled quite a bit, but you are able to grab your conviently placed ropes that you keep around, "just in case", and bind the girl's hands together, then do the same to her feet.
You could hardly think this possible, that you could single handedly take out a robber, without any aid of the police! You grin with a bit of pride, before the girl pipes up.
"Hey! What's the big idea, guy?!"
"Heh, I think it's myself who should be asking THAT question!" you smugly say, folding your arms across. "What do you think you're doing here?"
The girl's face scrunches up, obviously quite upset she's been cought. "What does it look like I was doing Captian Obvious? I was taking advantage of a situation I'd never get again! How many people can say they've stolen stuff and gotten away?"
You huff in disapointment. She's just another bad apple. But just as you think that, you get a wonderful, no GLORIUS idea!
"Well, since you thought you were in a situation you'd never get again, I think it's time for me to do the same..." you say, picking up the girl and placing her on your bed.
"Wha...What are you doing!?" she wildy asks, as you grab your ropes again. You untie her hands, but then quickly re-tie them to your top bed posts, then move to her feet. You slowly remove her flats and her small white ankle socks to reveil a cute pair of bare feet! They're fairly preaty, nice and long with deep arches and long toes, painted purple. They were also touched with a nice twinge of red, complimenting her ankles nicely. "What in God's name do you think you're doing!? Stay away from my feet!"
You chuckle to yourself, tieing the ends of the ropes to your bedposts while her feet are still bound together tightly. "You need a serious attitude adjustment. And I think I'm just the one to do it..." These are your final words before you set to work.
"Whaaahahahahahahaaa!!" she starts to laugh as you wiggle your fingers across the soles of her feet, dancing ever-so-lightly to really tickle where it hurts. "WHOOOAAAHAHAAAHEHSTAAAAPPPLEAAASEHEEHHAH!!!"
"I don't think soooo..." you say in a sing-song voice, ever-exploring her seemingly very tickilish feet. "I think, in fact, you'll be my personal little tickle slave for a while, until you'll commit yourself to a life of honor!"
But now that you have your little "slave", what will you do next?
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