In the Dungeons of the Tickle Queen
You leave the scene before the guards can figure out what you've done or spot you. Quietly, you creep back through the woods until you come to your party's makeshift base of operations for the raid.
You approach Shaori.
"Are they taken care of?" she asks.
You nod, afraid that if you speak, your lie will be detected. Besides, it's only two guards. What can they do against your raiding party?
The group waits and eventually Hilda and Heidi both come back. Shuana is nowhere to be found.
Hilda reports that she found signs of a struggle in the general area where Shuana went to scout. Hilda had gone there after she dispatched her guards to see if Shuana needed an assistance. She found no trace of Shuana or the guards, so she reported back to base.
Shaori nods with a frown, and your heart sinks. What could have happened to your best friend?
Shaori moves the group out and into the woods. Suddenly, you are all set upon by the warrior women of the enemy tribe. They knew you were coming.
Either one of two things happened. Either the guards you let go spotted you and sent worrd back to the village, or Shuana was captured and tortured for information. In any case, your group is quickly subdued.
Before long, you are all strapped to several strange looking tables in a large, underground cavern below the village. There are 20 of you present, all stripped naked with your arms tied firmly above your heads. Restraints hold you at your wrists, elbows, thighs, knees, and ankles. Your legs are slightly spread and your feet are secured on each side by two wooden restraints. Your toes are tied back to your ankle straps, completely immobilizing your feet.
You attempt to look around. All you see are several of your tribesmates strung up the same exact way you are.
Suddenly laughter floats across the chamber, and someone screams, "No! Please! Not that! Anything but that!"
The lone laugher is soon joined by several others. You realize all the laughing is coming from your tribesmates.
"What in the world could be so funny?" you wonder to yourself.
You soon find out. Three women from the enemy tribe appear by your restraint device. One moves to stand by your armpits, one by your tummy, and the third by your feet.
A sinking feeling sets in as you realize what they are about to do.
"No!" you gasp. "Please not that! I'll do anything!"
The women ignore you and begin lightly stroking your skin with their long fingernails. You writhe and wriggle under their torturous tickling touches.
The one at your armpits scrapes her fingernails first down, then back up in long, flowing strokes.
The one at your tummy is lightly scratching the sides of your flat belly as well as the area below your belly button.
The one at your feet is using one hand to stroke your sensitive arches and the other to scratch in the small area right where your toes connect to the rest of your foot.
You buck and struggle to no avail. Soon your laughter joins that of every other member of the raiding party.
After several days of the constant torment, with only breaks for meals, you finally quit fighting and give yourself over to the tickling.
You live out the rest of your days strapped to the strange rack, enduring tickle torture until it is all that you know.
Your quest ends here.
You approach Shaori.
"Are they taken care of?" she asks.
You nod, afraid that if you speak, your lie will be detected. Besides, it's only two guards. What can they do against your raiding party?
The group waits and eventually Hilda and Heidi both come back. Shuana is nowhere to be found.
Hilda reports that she found signs of a struggle in the general area where Shuana went to scout. Hilda had gone there after she dispatched her guards to see if Shuana needed an assistance. She found no trace of Shuana or the guards, so she reported back to base.
Shaori nods with a frown, and your heart sinks. What could have happened to your best friend?
Shaori moves the group out and into the woods. Suddenly, you are all set upon by the warrior women of the enemy tribe. They knew you were coming.
Either one of two things happened. Either the guards you let go spotted you and sent worrd back to the village, or Shuana was captured and tortured for information. In any case, your group is quickly subdued.
Before long, you are all strapped to several strange looking tables in a large, underground cavern below the village. There are 20 of you present, all stripped naked with your arms tied firmly above your heads. Restraints hold you at your wrists, elbows, thighs, knees, and ankles. Your legs are slightly spread and your feet are secured on each side by two wooden restraints. Your toes are tied back to your ankle straps, completely immobilizing your feet.
You attempt to look around. All you see are several of your tribesmates strung up the same exact way you are.
Suddenly laughter floats across the chamber, and someone screams, "No! Please! Not that! Anything but that!"
The lone laugher is soon joined by several others. You realize all the laughing is coming from your tribesmates.
"What in the world could be so funny?" you wonder to yourself.
You soon find out. Three women from the enemy tribe appear by your restraint device. One moves to stand by your armpits, one by your tummy, and the third by your feet.
A sinking feeling sets in as you realize what they are about to do.
"No!" you gasp. "Please not that! I'll do anything!"
The women ignore you and begin lightly stroking your skin with their long fingernails. You writhe and wriggle under their torturous tickling touches.
The one at your armpits scrapes her fingernails first down, then back up in long, flowing strokes.
The one at your tummy is lightly scratching the sides of your flat belly as well as the area below your belly button.
The one at your feet is using one hand to stroke your sensitive arches and the other to scratch in the small area right where your toes connect to the rest of your foot.
You buck and struggle to no avail. Soon your laughter joins that of every other member of the raiding party.
After several days of the constant torment, with only breaks for meals, you finally quit fighting and give yourself over to the tickling.
You live out the rest of your days strapped to the strange rack, enduring tickle torture until it is all that you know.
Your quest ends here.
