In the Dungeons of the Tickle Queen
You spy a long, thick tree branch that has fallen from a recent storm and snatch it up quickly. Ahead through the trees something snakes its way through the underbrush, causing a slithering sound to permeat the air.
You grip your makeshift weapon tightly, prepared to strike at whatever presents itself as a target.
Suddenly, the noise stops. You peer through the thick scrub ahead trying to catch a glimpse of your stalker. A minute passes, then two, then ten. You shake your head thinking maybe you imagined the whole thing. You lower the branch back to the ground, then turn to head back to the village.
Without warning, you are jerked from you feet and suspended upside down in the air. A thick vine has wrapped itself around your boot and is holding you up in the air.
You managed to grab hold of the branch again as you were hoisted upward and begin beating on the clinging vine with all your might.
Suddenly, several more vines shoot out through the trees and clutch at your body. Your weapon is knocked away and you are now being held spread eagle, upside down by the insidious vine creature. You attempt to scream for help, but one of the vines wraps itself about your mouth, muffling all sounds.
The vines readjust themselves on your body without releasing you, and you feel your clothing and boots peeled away from your body and feet, leaving you exposed to the elements. More vines shoot out from the forest, these with fern like frongs on them which immediatle start stroking your body under your arms, up and down your ribs, across your belly, over your butt cheeks, behind your knees, between your thighs, and worst of all, on the soles of your sensitive feet.
You try to scream, but the vines still have you muffled. Peals of silent laughter wrack your body as the vines agonizingly trace paths across your exposed body, tickling more and more with each stroke.
Through the torment, you realize you are being moved through the trees toward some unknown destination.
It seems like you have been tortured for an eternity when at last the vines stop, over a gaping maw in the ground. The tickle torture stops, and you are released into the maw. Weakened by the torture and your struggle, you watch helplessly as the maw begins to close, sealing you beneath the earth.
Once you are closed away, more vines reach out and take hold of you, pulling your body taunt. The soft fronds appear again and the torture starts all over. You scream at the top of your lungs, all the while trying to fight off the involuntary laughter that the tickling produces.
It is no use, no one can hear you now. You quit struggling and give yourself over to the tickling vines.
Periodically, the vines stab you and inject a warm fluid into your body which sustains you for several more years of tickle torture.
You have lost.
You grip your makeshift weapon tightly, prepared to strike at whatever presents itself as a target.
Suddenly, the noise stops. You peer through the thick scrub ahead trying to catch a glimpse of your stalker. A minute passes, then two, then ten. You shake your head thinking maybe you imagined the whole thing. You lower the branch back to the ground, then turn to head back to the village.
Without warning, you are jerked from you feet and suspended upside down in the air. A thick vine has wrapped itself around your boot and is holding you up in the air.
You managed to grab hold of the branch again as you were hoisted upward and begin beating on the clinging vine with all your might.
Suddenly, several more vines shoot out through the trees and clutch at your body. Your weapon is knocked away and you are now being held spread eagle, upside down by the insidious vine creature. You attempt to scream for help, but one of the vines wraps itself about your mouth, muffling all sounds.
The vines readjust themselves on your body without releasing you, and you feel your clothing and boots peeled away from your body and feet, leaving you exposed to the elements. More vines shoot out from the forest, these with fern like frongs on them which immediatle start stroking your body under your arms, up and down your ribs, across your belly, over your butt cheeks, behind your knees, between your thighs, and worst of all, on the soles of your sensitive feet.
You try to scream, but the vines still have you muffled. Peals of silent laughter wrack your body as the vines agonizingly trace paths across your exposed body, tickling more and more with each stroke.
Through the torment, you realize you are being moved through the trees toward some unknown destination.
It seems like you have been tortured for an eternity when at last the vines stop, over a gaping maw in the ground. The tickle torture stops, and you are released into the maw. Weakened by the torture and your struggle, you watch helplessly as the maw begins to close, sealing you beneath the earth.
Once you are closed away, more vines reach out and take hold of you, pulling your body taunt. The soft fronds appear again and the torture starts all over. You scream at the top of your lungs, all the while trying to fight off the involuntary laughter that the tickling produces.
It is no use, no one can hear you now. You quit struggling and give yourself over to the tickling vines.
Periodically, the vines stab you and inject a warm fluid into your body which sustains you for several more years of tickle torture.
You have lost.
