It was on the last day of my trip in the Pyrenees. I had been doing a lot of walking and thinking in the lonely pine forests. Trying to clear my head. Occasionally I would come across vacant log cabins; tiny shelters for travelers lost during snow or just escape hatches for city dwellers once a year to get back to the simple life. Isolated places where a guy could really be alone and in touch with his natural side and be natural with his desires and feelings.

So it was on this last day when, despite my apparent clear-headedness and new resolve to put my dark thoughts into my past that I had this suddenly brilliant and rare moment of opportunity.

Coming up the mountain road in my car I had passed the girl on her bicycle. I drove on another mile not thinking. Just blank as the angel and devil on my shoulders fought among themselves. And then, suddenly the image of a particular old, abandoned woodshed I had seen around these parts suddenly popped back into my head and with it the old devil crawled right into my ear and grabbed a hold of me.

I pulled the car to a halt and stepped out onto the tarmac road. Map in hand. I was trembling. With fear and anticipation. Part-willing the girl wasn't going to come along this road and I could just drive away from here a new, free, re-born man. But slowly from a small speck the image of the girl on the bicycle slowly enlarged as she pedaled along the road towards me.

I tried to hide the bulge in my pants as she slowed to pass me, smiling shyly and panting.

She was a very cute sandy blonde: her hair fixed into two plaits which ran down past her shoulders. Her skin was sun-kissd and unblemished but for a scatter of freckles. She was dressed lightly for cycling in a pale, yellow tennis shirt that just suggested the budding young breasts beneath; her buttocks were squeezed into short, cut-off denims that accentuated the smooth, deicious long legs. On her feet, black plimsolls and white sports socks.

"Excusez-moi.." I began in French, playing the part of the lost tourist puzzling over my map. I had spread the paper out on the roof of my car. The metal surface baking to the touch so you could fry an egg on it.

She happily tried to point me in the right direction.. but I feigned bemusement and studied the map, scratching my head. Then she climbed of the bike an came over to show me more directly. She barely came up to my shoulder as she leaned forward in front of me to study the map. I stood directly behind her, sniffing her and checking both ways that the road was deserted...

I worked quickly and methodically for the next bit. Almost in a dream. After subduing her and tying her up I put her in the boot of the car. The bicycle I was able to lose in the rocky ravine that fell away on one side of this part of the mountain road. Then I drove and drove through lonely woodland roads and muddy tracks I had explored on my rambles. It took a good hour to reach the furthest I could get into the forest with the car.

It took another 40 minutes with the tied, struggling girl over my shoulder until we reached the hut. She fought and stuggled and tired me but I wasn't going to let her escape. The old best always put a superhuman strength in me.

I kicked open the door and dropped her onto the dusty floor of the dim cabin. She was gagged and tied at the ankles and her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Her bright eyes were wet with tears, and her soft, tanned sensuous skin was beaded with sweat.

Slipping to my knees in front of her. I grabbed her plimpsolls, and pulled them up in my lap. She tried to roll away from me but she was tired and confused and almost paralysed with fear.

I started prying the left shoe off of her foot. She wore white socks with little frills around the edges. The sock clung slightly to her foot, and was a little damp to the touch from sweat. I removed her other shoe and noted the same thing. Next I went to work on her socks. Starting again with the left, I pulled the soft material down over her heel. I rested the tips of my fingers on her heel, and still holding the sock, ran them all the way down her foot, to the tips of her little toes, and removed the sock. Repeating the action with the other sock.

I decided to be cool for a little while. I just sat there stroking her soft, white soles, and running my fingers between her toes. Indeed I had found myself a really cute pair.

Continuing in my bad French I told her that I liked to spend some time with her pretty feet and as long as she was a good girl and didn't try to kick me or pull away but just lay there nice and still and let me play without any tears I would promise to let her go in a couple of hours. And with that I kissed the warm tips of her toes.

With a muffled, trembling agreement she rolled her head to one side and stared fixedly at the wall. And so, clutching her delicate ankles in my hands I licked the soles of her feet all the way up to the toes and gently, tantalizingly began to cram all of her heavenly, little candy toes into my mouth. My tongue slid between each of her ten succulent toes while the devil slipped out of me and perched directly behind the girl began to slowly run his fingers up and down the length of his shaft.

"Promises.. promises.." The beast seemed to say. "We haven't come all this way just to play kissing games have we..?" And following his line of vision I began to look around the walls of the cabin with all it's workshop tools. "So many toys and so much time.."

The demon grinned licking his lips..