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Wanted to put together a small scene for practice and fun. Everything here was imported from DAZ (characters, Stonemasons frontier outpost). I did like how the lighting worked on this.

Had fun with sound effects and music too.

inspired by stories n2tntbff has written based on some of my artwork, such as Adrea in the Dungeon of the Glortle KingSummary: Another barefoot peril for Adrea in the dungeon of the Glortle King. A continuation of the tale started in the comment thread of , , Adrea strained against her bonds, but to no avail. Her back was to the post, her wrists cuffed together around it and behind. Her legs were stretched out before her on the hard bench. Metal brackets locked around her ankles at the end of the bench, leaving her still slightly dirty bare feet dangling off the end. Her big toes were secured together by a metal loop and then chained back to the ankle bracket, pulled tight so her soles were taut and smooth. "Draco will kill you if you injure me!" Adrea threatened. King Glortle chuckled and stroked his fore-claw over the sole of Adrea's right foot. Adrea strained to suppress a giggle. "You fail to understand the law here. Once you escaped onto open desert, all property claims of the city became null and void. Draco no longer has any claims on you. You are now completely and totally mine - to do with as I please." Adrea shuddered, realizing her situation might be significantly more dire than she originally thought. As King Glortle returned to his 'throne', Adrea quickly looked at her surroundings. A little blue creature (The same one as one of the traders who rescued me, Adrea wondered) and a trog stood off to the side of the glortle 'throne'. A glowing brazier sat beyond her feet, casting a glow on her soles and a little warmth. Near naked in the cold dungeon, Adrea welcomed extra warmth, but she knew it could become really unpleasant closer to her helpless feet. Off to the side was a table covered with various devices - several styles of flogger, a spiked wheel, brushes, scratchers, candles in holders - tools that could apply sensations to her feet ranging from tickling - to torture. Adrea remembered her first encounter with King Glortle, in his kitchen with fellow Siren Sonya. Back then, the glortle was basting and slow-roasting her bare feet in the glow of an electric heater, with the goal of cooking her feet for his dinner. Only Lynny's timely arrival spared her feet from that fate. Then there was a few weeks ago when Draco had loaned Adrea to the glortle and she had her first experience of dancing barefoot on a hot grill. Restif always thought my feet looked good enough to eat - but that was always in fantasy play. This glortle wants to cook my feet for real! King Glortle noticed her glance at the brazier. "Eventually, I will cook your exquisite feet into a gourmet meal. But that is for later. I think I was too rushed in our previous meetings. I failed to appreciate the entertainment you, and your lovely feet, can provide. This time, we will proceed slowly. Your feet will not be on my menu for days, maybe even weeks, while I explore them." "Shall we begin?" the glortle smiled, and waved the little blue creature to Adrea's feet. Adrea looked wide-eyed as the blue creature approached her feet, licking it's lips, the black fingernails of it's hand approaching her warm and helpless soles. Adrea shuddered at the realization the glortle planned to subject her feet to prolonged torments, maybe even tortures.Will this creature and the trog be taking turns torturing my feet? Tickling might be the least of my problems... Then, almost as an afterthought, the glortle added, "And should you wish me to stop these tortures, your safe-word is 'roast my feet'." ,

Put it on my youtube:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSuP9R…

Hope you like

Description

Wanted to put together a small scene for practice and fun. Everything here was imported from DAZ (characters, Stonemasons frontier outpost). I did like how the lighting worked on this.

Had fun with sound effects and music too.

inspired by stories n2tntbff has written based on some of my artwork, such as Adrea in the Dungeon of the Glortle KingSummary: Another barefoot peril for Adrea in the dungeon of the Glortle King. A continuation of the tale started in the comment thread of , , Adrea strained against her bonds, but to no avail. Her back was to the post, her wrists cuffed together around it and behind. Her legs were stretched out before her on the hard bench. Metal brackets locked around her ankles at the end of the bench, leaving her still slightly dirty bare feet dangling off the end. Her big toes were secured together by a metal loop and then chained back to the ankle bracket, pulled tight so her soles were taut and smooth. "Draco will kill you if you injure me!" Adrea threatened. King Glortle chuckled and stroked his fore-claw over the sole of Adrea's right foot. Adrea strained to suppress a giggle. "You fail to understand the law here. Once you escaped onto open desert, all property claims of the city became null and void. Draco no longer has any claims on you. You are now completely and totally mine - to do with as I please." Adrea shuddered, realizing her situation might be significantly more dire than she originally thought. As King Glortle returned to his 'throne', Adrea quickly looked at her surroundings. A little blue creature (The same one as one of the traders who rescued me, Adrea wondered) and a trog stood off to the side of the glortle 'throne'. A glowing brazier sat beyond her feet, casting a glow on her soles and a little warmth. Near naked in the cold dungeon, Adrea welcomed extra warmth, but she knew it could become really unpleasant closer to her helpless feet. Off to the side was a table covered with various devices - several styles of flogger, a spiked wheel, brushes, scratchers, candles in holders - tools that could apply sensations to her feet ranging from tickling - to torture. Adrea remembered her first encounter with King Glortle, in his kitchen with fellow Siren Sonya. Back then, the glortle was basting and slow-roasting her bare feet in the glow of an electric heater, with the goal of cooking her feet for his dinner. Only Lynny's timely arrival spared her feet from that fate. Then there was a few weeks ago when Draco had loaned Adrea to the glortle and she had her first experience of dancing barefoot on a hot grill. Restif always thought my feet looked good enough to eat - but that was always in fantasy play. This glortle wants to cook my feet for real! King Glortle noticed her glance at the brazier. "Eventually, I will cook your exquisite feet into a gourmet meal. But that is for later. I think I was too rushed in our previous meetings. I failed to appreciate the entertainment you, and your lovely feet, can provide. This time, we will proceed slowly. Your feet will not be on my menu for days, maybe even weeks, while I explore them." "Shall we begin?" the glortle smiled, and waved the little blue creature to Adrea's feet. Adrea looked wide-eyed as the blue creature approached her feet, licking it's lips, the black fingernails of it's hand approaching her warm and helpless soles. Adrea shuddered at the realization the glortle planned to subject her feet to prolonged torments, maybe even tortures.Will this creature and the trog be taking turns torturing my feet? Tickling might be the least of my problems... Then, almost as an afterthought, the glortle added, "And should you wish me to stop these tortures, your safe-word is 'roast my feet'." ,

Put it on my youtube:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSuP9R…

Hope you like