In the Dungeons of the Tickle Queen
You start shout for help, hoping that at least one or two or the women warriors of your village will hear.
Ahead through the trees something snakes its way through the underbrush toward you now that you have given your position away.
You look around for something with which to defend yourself and spy a fallen branch that was felled during a recent storm. Quickly you snatch it up and assume a defensive position.
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.
As you turn to leave, several leather clad warrioresses arrive on the scene brandishing spears and axes. You put your fingers to your lips and point into the forest as a warning to them.
The other women slow and peer out into the woods searching for some form of danger.
Without warning, you and three other warrior women are jerked from your 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 manage to catch a glimpse of the others and see their predicament is similar to your own.
You somehow managed to grab hold of the branch again as you were hoisted upward and begin beating on the clinging vine with all your might. The Amazons still on the ground begin hacking away at the vines of you and your trapped companions in an attempt to free you all.
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. The other three share a similar fate.
The spears and axes seem to have no affect of the vines, for everyone that is cut, another simply takes it place, ensuring that your bonds are secure.
The vines begin moving you and your captured companions through the forest away from the rest of the stunned warriors and the village. Soon their shouts and sounds of pursuit fade into nothingness. The vines slow and eventually stop moving, but you and the others are still held fast.
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.
One of the other captured girls gasps loudly and screams, "No! Please! Not that! Anything but that!" Suddenly, the same girl starts giggling uncontrollably. She is soon joined by the other three.
Then 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 and between the toes of your sensitive feet.
You scream and start to thrash, but the vines still have you. Peals of 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 again 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. You don't know what has happened to your companions, but surely they must have met a similar fate.
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. After several days of non-stop torment, 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.
Ahead through the trees something snakes its way through the underbrush toward you now that you have given your position away.
You look around for something with which to defend yourself and spy a fallen branch that was felled during a recent storm. Quickly you snatch it up and assume a defensive position.
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.
As you turn to leave, several leather clad warrioresses arrive on the scene brandishing spears and axes. You put your fingers to your lips and point into the forest as a warning to them.
The other women slow and peer out into the woods searching for some form of danger.
Without warning, you and three other warrior women are jerked from your 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 manage to catch a glimpse of the others and see their predicament is similar to your own.
You somehow managed to grab hold of the branch again as you were hoisted upward and begin beating on the clinging vine with all your might. The Amazons still on the ground begin hacking away at the vines of you and your trapped companions in an attempt to free you all.
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. The other three share a similar fate.
The spears and axes seem to have no affect of the vines, for everyone that is cut, another simply takes it place, ensuring that your bonds are secure.
The vines begin moving you and your captured companions through the forest away from the rest of the stunned warriors and the village. Soon their shouts and sounds of pursuit fade into nothingness. The vines slow and eventually stop moving, but you and the others are still held fast.
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.
One of the other captured girls gasps loudly and screams, "No! Please! Not that! Anything but that!" Suddenly, the same girl starts giggling uncontrollably. She is soon joined by the other three.
Then 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 and between the toes of your sensitive feet.
You scream and start to thrash, but the vines still have you. Peals of 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 again 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. You don't know what has happened to your companions, but surely they must have met a similar fate.
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. After several days of non-stop torment, 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.
