Chosen for him

"I think being a victim twice over should break you!" declared the voice, not letting Mike choose.

Original Story: Interrogated By The Queen! (F/M)

Original Author: TiedTitan

Original Publishing Date: Nov 14, 2022

Original Website/Source: Ticklingforum

Her feet scraped along the chiseled stone floor as she was dragged down the corridor. Hoisted between two burly guards, she let her body stay limp. The black hood encasing her head obscured her sight, just as the rag tied around her mouth blocked her speech. The thick, rough rope that bound her wrists and ankles together was beginning to chafe her skin. The prisoner futilely tugged at her bonds once again, but they held as strong as before. she could merely let out a muffled groan as her captive journey continued.

Karen and her fellow revolutionaries had met under the inn, as usual. Their plan to overthrow the tyrant Queen Jessamine was set to go down tonight. They were making the final arrangements for the plan when one of their scouts alerted the group of a squad of guards heading straight for the inn. Assuming they must’ve uncovered the location of this secret hideout, Karen and her allies scattered into the streets. Although it seemed as if most of her friends managed to evade capture, Karen unluckily ran straight into a guard patrol. They seized her and hauled her off to Queen Jessamine’s castle.

Karen heard the rusty creak of a sturdy iron door opening. she assumed she had been brought to a secure interrogation room so they could extract information about the resistance from her. Karen hoped she’d manage to withstand whatever methods they had planned, but she was more than a little terrified. The guards dragged her into the room, forcing her to kneel. The rope around her ankles was cut away; instead, a pair of heavy manacles were clamped around them. There was a little slack chain for her to move her legs this time, however the restraints must’ve been attached to some sort of hook in the floor as she couldn’t bring her feet forwards or backwards. Next the bindings on her hands were removed, replaced with another pair of metal shackles. They lifted her arms so that they were fully extended before connecting her wrist cuffs to a bar bolted to the ceiling. This left her body completely stretched taut. Her nipples treacherously stood to attention as her large breasts seemed to swing in the air before they steadied, threatening to burst through and expose her.

With Karen tightly restrained, the guards took their leave, shutting the door behind them. she imagined they were sending for the royal interrogator now. The captive hung there for some time. she wished desperately for her allies to continue with the plan tonight. If so, there was a good chance of her making it through all this. If not, and they managed to crack her, their entire uprising may crumble.

The door reopened suddenly, ripping Karen from her thoughts. she tilted her head up, although she couldn’t see whoever had arrived due to the hood. Karen expected to hear the hefty stomping of some interrogator brute coming towards her. Instead, much to her surprise, the room was filled with the clacking of high heels. The mystery figure seemed to be circling her, pacing slowly and deliberately around the room. They came to a stop in front of her. They stood still for a few moments, and Karen grew increasingly worried at what might happen next.

The person stepped towards her, and suddenly the hood was plucked off her head. The gush of light blinded her momentarily, forcing her to narrow her eyes. When her vision recovered however, the sight before her utterly bewildered her. Queen Jessamine herself was in the room with her! Karen gulped and involuntarily recoiled, jangling her chains but failing to move anywhere. Jessamine tossed the hood to the floor and crossed her arms, a dazzling smirk accompanying her powerful gaze. Although she was a brutal ruler, known for her jovial cruelty and disregard for her citizens... Karen was admittedly enthralled by her appearance. Jessamine was in her mid 40s, but her refined beauty wasn’t lessened by her lack of youth. Her sharp facial features made her look cunning and dangerous, like a predator constantly on the hunt. Her flowing hair was the colour of oak, and Karen found herself getting lost in the wavy locks. She was wearing a truly resplendent wine-coloured velvet dress, with matching opera gloves encasing her graceful arms.

“So, you’re one of the sick little puppies vying for my throne?”, Jessamine asked rhetorically. Her tone was cocky and condescending, with a little tempered rage seeping in. She leaned forwards and grabbed Karen’s chin roughly with a gloved hand.

“You and your pathetic friends think you can overthrow ME?!”, Jessamine spat in a flash of anger. Her burning green eyes were fixed on Karen’s face; she averted her eyes, petrified of her gaze.

“Well, before I start this whole **** thing, are you willing to give up your allies?”, she questioned, her disinterested tone indicating that she didn’t expect her to cave immediately.

“Nee-veerr“, Karen tried to refuse her offer, her speech impaired by the gag. she felt embarrassed mumbling stupidly in front of a gorgeous woman, even though she was her mortal enemy.

“Gooooood. I like when I get to break my subjects personally”, she said with vindictive pleasure. She walked over to a small wooden chest at the side of the room, opening it up and rooting around. Karen couldn’t see what she kept in there, but she doubted it would possibly be good for her. However, Karen began to panic as she approached her with a sharp knife.

“Pain is a very reliable tool for prying information from an unwilling subject”, Jessamine lectured, twirling the weapon carelessly in her hands like it was a paperweight. Karen could only imagine the violent terrors she could inflict upon her now.

“Unfortunately, though, I’ve begun to find it boring. Sure, the screams and yelling can be fun, but it’s all rather... repetitive, don’t you think? Plus, I do sometimes get a bit carried away, and the poor little prisoner often perishes far too soon”, she admitted coldly.

Jessamine surged forward, bringing the knife towards her. Karen sealed her eyes, unable to watch whatever she was going to do to her. Much to her shock, the blade cut into her leather tunic, slicing down the garment.

“Besides, pain is too neutral of an emotion. The real fun lies in tormenting a subject in a manner fitting of their station. To humiliate them and strip them of their last scraps of dignity, just like they deserve”, Jessamine declared resolutely.

“Speaking of stripping”, she teased, cutting through more of her clothes. The fabric loosened until finally she tore it from her body. The queen discarded the knife and ran her hands over Karen’s now exposed chest, the air caressing her large breasts. The feeling of velvet on her skin was exhilarating. Her gloved fingers teased her erect nipples, sending waves of pleasurable tingles through her body. Karen pushed out her chest, leaning further into the soft sensual touches. Jessamine giggled lightly before pinching one of her nipples between her fingers. She twisted it harshly, causing the captive to yelp into her gag.

Her hands wandered up her shoulders, gliding soothingly across her arms. She stopped at her iron restraints, rubbing her rope-chafed wrists. Her hands began to descend, leaving trails of velvety delight on her skin. Her fingers slowed as they went on, until they were brought to a complete stop in the centre of her armpits. They remained planted there for a bit, allowing Karen’s nervousness to escalate. she wondered what she was planning to do next. she assumed that she had stopped moving as she thought of what method she was going to use to “break her”. However, as her fingers continued to stay still, she realised that it was likely deliberate. Was she taunting her? But that would mean she was about to…

Leisurely, her fingers began to move again, being whisked in a circle around her armpit. The feeling was faint at first, even somewhat enjoyable. A giddy mirth grew inside her, and her rag-filled mouth broke into a grin. The devilish queen sped up the movement with each rotation. Gradually, the sensation built within Karen, as her captors fingers moved faster and faster. her hollows began to feel fluttery as she teased them endlessly, and a few sudden chuckles snuck away from the young revolutionary. she tugged her arms, rattling the chains above. she glanced briefly up at Jessamine. Her smirk was playful yet mischievous, as if she knew the depths of how bad her prisoner was about to suffer.

Karen’s giggles were a pretty unbroken stream at this point, each chuckle muffled by her cloth gag. Jessamine switched up her technique, opting to spider her fingers wildly all over the exposed pits. This brought the attack up a notch, as Karen’s mind became more overtaken by the tickling. her laughter grew deeper as a flurry of furry velvet strokes rampaged her armpits. her chains rattled as she wriggled back and forth on her knees, her devious hands tracking her bodies slight movements.

The captive dared to glance at the dominant queen. Her face was one of giddy fury; as if she was releasing pent up rage, yet enjoying every second of it. She continued her ****, speeding her digits in every crevice of her **** hollows. The ticklish sensations were on the verge of torturing Karen. Despite trapping her in a constant fit of laughter and consuming all her focus, the feelings were still bearable. her mind was like a pot boiling, with the foam just barely keeping from spilling over.

“I’m feeling a little merciful today, weak girl. I’ll give you this one chance to confess now, before I really show you what **** feels like. Where can I find your pitiful friends, and what are they planning against me?” Jessamine asked in a demeaning tone.

“I wohohoho-n’t tahaha-lk”, Karen replied, her will steadfast. she prayed she’d have the strength to stay that way.

Queen Jessamine lashed out, striking Karen across the face with a gloved hand. The blow stung, and knocked the prisoner sideways until the metal restraints yanked her back into place. She stepped in close, pressing her body against her. The soft dress felt seductive touching her bare chest. She leaned down next to her ear, so close that she could feel her breath.

“So be it”, she whispered naughtily. “I promise you this, worthless scum. Soon you’ll be begging to betray your friends. You’ll break and worship me, just as you should. I am your queen, and you are my ****. When you are broken, I shall truly make you a woman, slut!”.

The terrifying queen stripped off her fancy gloves, revealing a set of needle sharp talons. Just like her outfit, her nails were painted dark crimson. She traced her biceps with the points, leaving her skin tingling. She swiped her right armpit in a claw shape, causing her to jolt. She did the same in her other pit. Back and forth, she clawed her armpits lightly. The feeling wasn’t as strong, eliciting only a brief giggle with each attack, but the pattern did keep her wiggling from side to side with each stroke. The interval between swipes grew shorter, until she was **** to sway from side to side as much as she could, instinctively retreating.

Her hands withdrew suddenly, replaced with just one lone nail trailing around her right armpit. Try as she might to remain stone-faced, the tickles **** her mouth into a silly smirk. She seized her chin with her other hand, forcing her head up until she was making eye contact with the evil torturess. Her gaze radiated dominance, her expression one of absolute superiority. She truly viewed Karen as lesser; and here she had her, chained up, helpless, at her mercy. The thought made her feel utterly submissive to the queen.

The captive shut her eyes to escape her domineering stare. Jessamine responded by digging into her jaw with her nails. The pain was sharp and intense, and Karen opened her eyes instantly. Jessamine smiled at the display of power, demonstrating her control over her subject. Karen had **** but to keep humiliating eye contact with Jessamine as she continued to tease her with the sole wandering fingernail.

“What’s wrong, ****? Can’t you look your beautiful queen in the eye? Maybe you’re just embarrassed. Embarrassed to be weak and exposed in front of such a heavenly person like myself. Or are you just a dirty, little dyk*?”, Jessamine taunted.

Her single nail was replaced with all four fingers streaking down her armpit lightly. Karen jerked her metal restraint, achieving naught but rattling the chain. She ploughed her pit repeatedly. The feeling was four times more intense than the single nail, drawing out spurts of laughter from poor Karen.

“Such adorably pathetic laughter! Well, if you enjoy that, you’ll love this!”, Jessamine exclaimed.

She unleashed a whirlwind of ticklish attacks upon her armpit. Karen surged in her bonds, immediately overwhelmed. The sensations had been severe enough with the gloves on; being victim to her pointed talons was another hell entirely. Karen’s laughter quickly turned to howling as Jessamine refused to let up. The prisoner could just about make out the queens devious expression through the tears forming in her eyes. her entire body thrashed and fought, her tormented arm tugging on the metal cuffs so hard she felt like she’d dislocate it.

“Haa-aaahaa-ahhhaaa--- noo—ooo”, Karen screeched, her composure cracking.

“Ah yes, sing for me ****! You’ll tell me all your little plans soon enough. You are just a weak, tickly, little strumpet.”, Jessamine cheered.

The queen released Karen’s face from her grip, bringing the spare hand down to scrape carelessly over her ribs. The ticklish horror doubled, the captive wiggling around as her nails assaulted her pits and her body. Karen’s voice was getting rough and strained now. The queen was relentless, keeping up the attack on her ribs and moving her other hand to harass her neck. This feeling was less ticklish, but made her freak out and flail her head around like a dragon spraying fire, except instead of fire it was distressed screeches.

“Ahhhh- ohhhhkk--- I’ll-lll tellll you-uuu”, Karen squeaked out. The queens terrifying hands came to a stop, and she grasped her head once more, pulling it up to face hers.

“Speak, traitor. Tell me what you’re planning, NOW!”, Jessamine ordered. She yanked the drool-soaked gag out of her mouth. Karen panted for a few seconds, recovering her breath before speaking.

“The gate to the training courtyard is damaged. We planned to **** our in and storm the castle through the armoury”, Karen revealed, her tone tinted with shame.

“So the pathetic **** betrays her friends? Can’t say I’m surprised”, Jessamine remarked.

The queen called out for the guard, who she instructed to investigate the courtyard gate. The guard set off at once. Karen dreaded her return, as she’d find the gate fully intact. The real plan was to break through a patch of loose stone at the base of guard tower that sat next to the queens wing. That way the revolutionaries could reach the heart of the castle and capture Jessamine herself, leaving her soldiers **** but to surrender.

“Whilst we wait for confirmation, how about we continue to play?”, Jessamine asked rhetorically. She launched back at her, spiralling her nails in both armpits now before she could protest.

Karen’s ungagged screams were even louder. her lie hadn’t bought her much reprieve after all, and she’d likely see the queen’s vengeance once she discovered it. The prisoner’s mind was melting under such ****, her eyes leaking tears. Jessamine chuckled at her, clearly feeling victorious. The tickling went on for at least fifteen minutes more, wearing Karen down immensely. She deviated towards her ribs and neck from time to time, but the armpit tickling was constant as it was devastatingly effective.

“I can’t believe you were broken by a little bit of tickling! Such a weak peasant. We’ll set a trap for your stupid compatriots now, and bring them all in for questioning just like this. You’ll probably hear their screams from your prison cell!”, Jessamine regaled joyously.

Although the queen was reveling in her triumph, Karen knew she suspected that she’d lied. Even if so, she knew she’d get the truth out eventually, even if her celebrations ended up being premature. A knock at the cell door turned Karen’s stomach. The guard entered, glaring at her.

“My queen, the gate is secure with no sign of damage. The revolutionaries would never be able to get through there”, she unveiled.

Jessamine whispered instructions in the guards’ ear. Karen anxiously awaited a violent reprisal, expecting the furious queen to lash out. Instead, she stood still, saying nothing as the guard unchained Karen’s ankles. Despite her lack of active reaction, Jessamine’s expression was as fierce as ice. her shackles were replaced with thick rope binding her legs together. The guard reached up and released Karen’s arms from the manacles next. Exhausted, the prisoner slammed straight down onto the ground.

The guard took hold of her wrists, pulling them behind back. Karen was too tired to resist, besides the fact her feet were already bound. More rope was applied, binding her wrists together too. Finally, one last stretch of rope was tied between her wrists and ankles, leaving Karen hogtied. she was bound on her front, the cool stone floor cold against her bare breasts. The captive tugged at the rope bonds strongly, but they refused to budge. she could do nothing but wriggle around on her belly.

The guard exited the chamber, leaving Karen alone with the angered queen. She stepped behind her, kneeling down as much as her ornate dress would allow. The tension was palpable, Karen’s dread escalating rapidly.

“You lie to ME, scum? You’re going to fucking regret it!”, Jessamine stated. She was trying to remain aloof and unfazed, but the spite oozed into her words. “No more playfulness, or teasing. I will utterly destroy you. Your true plan will come out quickly. But even after you tell me everything, I’m going to make you suffer, and plead, and beg like a little bitch. I’ll teach you not to fuck with a queen”.

Jessamine didn’t even wait for the fear to set in. All ten fingernails converged on Karen’s **** feet. The talons flurried all over her bare soles. The shock hit the prisoner like a tidal wave, eliciting a shriek. Karen urgently wrenched at the ropes as Jessamine raked along her arches. The sensation was unbearable already, infinitely more agonising than the armpit assaults. The poor revolutionary writhed around on the floor, **** to escape.

“HAAAHAA—HAAAHHHAA---HAAA----- PLEEEAAASSSSEE”, Karen squealed.

“This is only the start of a loooooong night for you, ****”, Jessamine responded coldly.

The queen’s devilish nails found their way under Karen’s toes, throwing her into another fit of wild struggling. The hogtie left her completely immobile, a toy for Jessamine to use. She verbally berated her as she ravaged her soles, demeaning her and promising to do all sorts of nasty things to her ‘meek, powerless ****’. Karen felt so helpless and fragile. Loathe as she was to admit it, the temptation to confess the true plan was building within her.

“Does my defenceless, delicate prisoner want to kick things up a notch, huh?”, she quizzed.

Jessamine stopped to root around the chest of items again, giving Karen a fleeting break from the ****. She quickly returned to her task however, waving her new instrument in front of her face to unnerve her. It appeared to be some sort of fine hair brush.

The soft bristles swept along Karen’s feet. her eyes bulged, her mouth trapped open in an unending river of riotous laughter. she was losing the energy to squirm, resigned to laying still and accepting the tickling. her entire world revolved around the brushing on her soles, all her senses concentrated on the ticklish hell being unleashed upon her.

“This is what you deserve ****. This is what comes of challenging me. How do you feel about your puny revolution now?”, she chastised.

Queen Jessamine spent the next hour eroding her captive’s will. Fingernails, brushes, metal claws, feathers, and all other manner of devious tools were used to brutal effect on Karen’s poor feet. her voice was long since reduced to a wailing sob, every muscle aching from her pointless struggling. Finally, as the queen stopped to dig around in her toolbox once more, Karen attempted to muster up the breath to reveal the plan to Jessamine. she had to pray she would grant her mercy after that.

“The—there are loose stones---“, Karen tried to yelp out tiredly. However, her attempt at speech was drowned out by some commotion echoing down the corridor.

“What the…? Guard, what the hell is going on out there?”, Jessamine asked, irritated at the disruption.

A flash of hope entered Karen’s mind. Could it be? Have they stormed the tower?

The door to the prison chamber swung open. Held at sword-point was the guard, one of Karen’s allies grinning as she saw the queen blocked off from escape. Jessamine gasped, outraged that people dare attack her castle. The fellow revolutionary sliced the rope binding Karen’s hands. The exhausted woman grabbed the knife Jessamine had used early, cutting her legs free. she stood tall, brandishing the blade towards the now cornered tyrant.

“Your reign is over Jessamine”.

A swarm of people were gathered in the square. The crowd was overjoyed, the cruel ruler of the town finally overthrown. The brave rebels had taken the queen herself hostage, and made her order her soldiers to stand down with minimal blood spilled.

Karen had spent the night recovering from her horrific ordeal. she was overcome with relief to be free. Had she given in mere minutes early than she almost did, the entire plan would’ve been ruined, and Jessamine’s control secured for a long time. But her resilience paid off, and now her peers had a brighter future ahead.

Jessamine herself was to endure a fate of her own making. Restrained in stocks at the town square, the former queen was at the mercy of the commoners she had mistreated for years. Once the other freed prisoners spread stories of her proclivity towards tickle ****, everyone made sure to let her know just how terrible it could be. Clad in her now haggard dress, a relic of her previous life, she would feel the people’s justice for a long time.

***********

Jessamine bucked as she awoke. The tiny girl she had tortured was beaming in front of her, her hands wore fake metallic nails. Jessamine could see the girl was wearing modified versions of her dress. “Hello Jessie.” she chirped.

“What do you wahahahahahaha.”’the fake nails skittered and danced across the queen’a pampered soles