ElFewja
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Been kind of avoiding this one, as it was more… practice than anything else. This is very early in my uh, trying to write super short story’s days… kind of a flop. Yeah, I don’t know. I like the characterization and names I did? That’s about it. Etc.
In The Land of Ber’Nar (Cows/F Feet)
In the land of Ber’nar there lived a great many people, but the land was so vast and wild that only small pockets of groups ever deigned to inhabit any fair meadow, some hundred miles away from the next nearest. Here, at each location, a village had slowly sprung up, harboring to the needs of those that resided there. Because of the fertility of the land and its great many citizens there existed an equally great number of farms and farmland in Ber’nar, each small in size but tending to one product as it’s specialty. Today, our focus is that of a small dairy farm, perhaps two or three miles of open and barren fields from the closest inhabitation, for it is this farm that our protagonist, Al’Kendara of the Al family - heir to the riches of the merchant family who had decades ago established the village in which she resided - has traveled to. Not that today is any particular day for traveling, nor is it any particular day for her to have removed her fine boots, set them aside on the firm grass as she doused her soles with milk before finally sticking them through a small hole in the woodwork of this barn to be licked away at by the small calves inside; no, these events were a daily ritual for her. You see, she discovered the tickling sensation was quite overwhelming but highly enjoyable, though only in very small doses; since there was neither a person nor an animal within the town that she trusted enough to keep her secret safe, she had chosen to break into this small farm daily to whet her desires.
But as she indulged, it happened that today she had not confirmed the farm’s owner, the crotchety old El’Hanak of the frugal El family lineage, to be busy elsewhere; as a matter of fact, he had just entered the barn from the far side of where she sat in time to see the animals gather around the wall. Wondering at the small flock of animals, he moved forward to investigate, his large and dirty farm boots kicking up dirt and dust as he moved. Strangely enough, after clearing the cows away, he saw a small, dainty pair of feet, laughing quite audibly as one of the calves voraciously licked about the wiggling toes.
Unsure of what in the world was going on, El’Hanak rushed outside and around his barn to find a young woman resting upon her back, laughing and giggling as she rolled about on the ground, slapping at it with her hands. As he stood there, observing the strange girl who was having her feet licked, she turned and laughed into the ground, opening her closed eyes as she did so, accidently discovering El’Hanak’s presence by doing so. Immediately she began trying to pull her legs free so that she might escape, but they were fortunately – or unfortunately as the case would have it – quite stuck within their hole. Despite being unable to pull her legs free, she rose quickly and grabbed at her footwear, laughing the entire time she prepared to escape.
Meanwhile, El’Hanak swiftly – very swiftly for an old farmer – moved about to the side of his barn and took in hand a medium length of rope. “No, girl, I think you won’t be leaving so soon,” he told her as he grabbed at her wrists, removing her boots from them as he struggled with her; though she fought, it was hardly worth mentioning, as the tickling she had endured for the past several minutes had drained her energy. Soon, her wrists were wrapped together, and El’Hanak pushed her back to the ground as he pulled the rope tight, until her arms were well above her head; he then proceeded to tie the length of rope to a fence some ten feet away from where she sat.
“Oh please,” she begged through her crazed laughs, “I enjoy the feeling, but I can’t take it for very long. You must to let me go.”
“Endurance is a good thing,” he told her before leaving the laughing girl to struggle in vain upon the ground. Returning inside of his barn, he moved to the trapped pair of feet and took another length of rope, tightly tying them together at the ankles to inhibit their movement a bit more; the thickness of the rope made it so that she would not be able to pull them free through the hole once more. As those pretty feet wiggled about, flapping at the incessant tongues of those that only wished for her to smile, El’Hanak set a bucket upon a nail about five feet above her defenseless feet, before filling it with milk and stabbing two holes in the bottom with another nail he ripped from the wall, so that milk slowly but steadily dripped out onto her spread toes. Watching the small white streams race each other down her arches before the cows discovered their new meal, he waited. Just as the cows began, he heard her scream out loudly and laugh much harder than before. Knowing that it would take until tomorrow for the bucket to run dry, he smiled before shouting at the wall, “Enjoy, my strange little captive; I’ll let you go tomorrow morning, if you still have a scrap of sanity. Maybe, anyway; it seems that my cows do enjoy the meal that you’re serving them. Oh, but don’t think it’ll end at sunset; the mice will come out then, and there will be many, all licking and nibbling at once. But you like this, right?”
As the hours passed, Al’Kendra’s awareness of her surroundings disappeared into the thickening fog, though her feet never faded from her mind, despite no longer being visible to her, as those many too smooth tongues lapped at her feet from all angles. Try as she might, she could not pull her poor feet free; after the first few minutes she gave up her struggles, instead attempting to fully enjoy her situation, but before long she could no longer stand the sensations and attempted to block them out. Eventually, when the sun began to set, the cows left her feet alone, but before they had they must have spread word to every mouse within a five mile vicinity of the free meal offered by her feet, as she could suddenly feel their sharp whiskers scrapping at her heels while a hundred tiny tongues licked all over her exposed soles with such pinpoint accuracy that she immediately lost focus of anything save her feet. They crawled about her ankles and on top of one another so as to reach her toes, pressing their furry faces in between to get at the sensitive flesh that hoarded milk there. All the while, all Al’Kendra could hope for was that a passerby might happen upon her and save her of this torture she had brought upon herself, but she knew that nobody would come to such a secluded farm.
She laughed harshly until dawn, when the bucket had finally emptied itself, but El’Hanak did not keep his promise, and instead of freeing her, he filled the bucket anew so that he would have lovely music to listen to during his work that day.
In The Land of Ber’Nar (Cows/F Feet)
In the land of Ber’nar there lived a great many people, but the land was so vast and wild that only small pockets of groups ever deigned to inhabit any fair meadow, some hundred miles away from the next nearest. Here, at each location, a village had slowly sprung up, harboring to the needs of those that resided there. Because of the fertility of the land and its great many citizens there existed an equally great number of farms and farmland in Ber’nar, each small in size but tending to one product as it’s specialty. Today, our focus is that of a small dairy farm, perhaps two or three miles of open and barren fields from the closest inhabitation, for it is this farm that our protagonist, Al’Kendara of the Al family - heir to the riches of the merchant family who had decades ago established the village in which she resided - has traveled to. Not that today is any particular day for traveling, nor is it any particular day for her to have removed her fine boots, set them aside on the firm grass as she doused her soles with milk before finally sticking them through a small hole in the woodwork of this barn to be licked away at by the small calves inside; no, these events were a daily ritual for her. You see, she discovered the tickling sensation was quite overwhelming but highly enjoyable, though only in very small doses; since there was neither a person nor an animal within the town that she trusted enough to keep her secret safe, she had chosen to break into this small farm daily to whet her desires.
But as she indulged, it happened that today she had not confirmed the farm’s owner, the crotchety old El’Hanak of the frugal El family lineage, to be busy elsewhere; as a matter of fact, he had just entered the barn from the far side of where she sat in time to see the animals gather around the wall. Wondering at the small flock of animals, he moved forward to investigate, his large and dirty farm boots kicking up dirt and dust as he moved. Strangely enough, after clearing the cows away, he saw a small, dainty pair of feet, laughing quite audibly as one of the calves voraciously licked about the wiggling toes.
Unsure of what in the world was going on, El’Hanak rushed outside and around his barn to find a young woman resting upon her back, laughing and giggling as she rolled about on the ground, slapping at it with her hands. As he stood there, observing the strange girl who was having her feet licked, she turned and laughed into the ground, opening her closed eyes as she did so, accidently discovering El’Hanak’s presence by doing so. Immediately she began trying to pull her legs free so that she might escape, but they were fortunately – or unfortunately as the case would have it – quite stuck within their hole. Despite being unable to pull her legs free, she rose quickly and grabbed at her footwear, laughing the entire time she prepared to escape.
Meanwhile, El’Hanak swiftly – very swiftly for an old farmer – moved about to the side of his barn and took in hand a medium length of rope. “No, girl, I think you won’t be leaving so soon,” he told her as he grabbed at her wrists, removing her boots from them as he struggled with her; though she fought, it was hardly worth mentioning, as the tickling she had endured for the past several minutes had drained her energy. Soon, her wrists were wrapped together, and El’Hanak pushed her back to the ground as he pulled the rope tight, until her arms were well above her head; he then proceeded to tie the length of rope to a fence some ten feet away from where she sat.
“Oh please,” she begged through her crazed laughs, “I enjoy the feeling, but I can’t take it for very long. You must to let me go.”
“Endurance is a good thing,” he told her before leaving the laughing girl to struggle in vain upon the ground. Returning inside of his barn, he moved to the trapped pair of feet and took another length of rope, tightly tying them together at the ankles to inhibit their movement a bit more; the thickness of the rope made it so that she would not be able to pull them free through the hole once more. As those pretty feet wiggled about, flapping at the incessant tongues of those that only wished for her to smile, El’Hanak set a bucket upon a nail about five feet above her defenseless feet, before filling it with milk and stabbing two holes in the bottom with another nail he ripped from the wall, so that milk slowly but steadily dripped out onto her spread toes. Watching the small white streams race each other down her arches before the cows discovered their new meal, he waited. Just as the cows began, he heard her scream out loudly and laugh much harder than before. Knowing that it would take until tomorrow for the bucket to run dry, he smiled before shouting at the wall, “Enjoy, my strange little captive; I’ll let you go tomorrow morning, if you still have a scrap of sanity. Maybe, anyway; it seems that my cows do enjoy the meal that you’re serving them. Oh, but don’t think it’ll end at sunset; the mice will come out then, and there will be many, all licking and nibbling at once. But you like this, right?”
As the hours passed, Al’Kendra’s awareness of her surroundings disappeared into the thickening fog, though her feet never faded from her mind, despite no longer being visible to her, as those many too smooth tongues lapped at her feet from all angles. Try as she might, she could not pull her poor feet free; after the first few minutes she gave up her struggles, instead attempting to fully enjoy her situation, but before long she could no longer stand the sensations and attempted to block them out. Eventually, when the sun began to set, the cows left her feet alone, but before they had they must have spread word to every mouse within a five mile vicinity of the free meal offered by her feet, as she could suddenly feel their sharp whiskers scrapping at her heels while a hundred tiny tongues licked all over her exposed soles with such pinpoint accuracy that she immediately lost focus of anything save her feet. They crawled about her ankles and on top of one another so as to reach her toes, pressing their furry faces in between to get at the sensitive flesh that hoarded milk there. All the while, all Al’Kendra could hope for was that a passerby might happen upon her and save her of this torture she had brought upon herself, but she knew that nobody would come to such a secluded farm.
She laughed harshly until dawn, when the bucket had finally emptied itself, but El’Hanak did not keep his promise, and instead of freeing her, he filled the bucket anew so that he would have lovely music to listen to during his work that day.
