Dungeon time

Callie was bounded to the wheel. Not an ounce of clothing. She had wanted to be brave. She was a noblewoman. She was an Amazon warrior who serve the King as an once close friend. But that was all over now. Now she was going to be subjected to who knows what. She braced herself as the Dungeon Master’s cold eyes bore down on her. “I am going to eat, thief. Enjoy your time here with the rats.” And he left. She thought back to how she had once been Lord Callie Lemard, feared and respected. Now she prayed for ****. Her sister Anais was now Lord Lemard and she was nothing.

“Oh my poor wife! You look so sad! Let me put a smile on that face.” Genevieve. Her treacherous wife who had framed her for the sole reason to indulge her sick and depraved lust for tickling. And Genevieve was not alone. There were three maids. Each with an animal. A goat, a cat and a dog. Each also had instruments. The same that had been used that week and a few more. Terror griped her heart. “Aren’t they precious? They are going to help me, bring some laughter into this dismal cell. Yours naturally.” Callie truly did not want to beg. But she knew that she would be broken if she did not try to dissaude her evil bride.

“Genevieve, please I beseech you! Do not do this! I will do as you ask, just no more tickling! Please!” Genevieve grinned even wider. “Dearest wife……that is all I want from you!” And the animals began. Callie cried, she screamed, she howled. The two maids spread their fingers as each scratched her exposed ribs. Her large nipples stiffened as tears soon ran down her face. Then the horse brushes got to work. She would have bucked if she could. But the brushes explored every dimple, every rise, every inch of her helpless armpits. Callie not for the first time prayed for ****. A **** that it seemed would never come. “Oh my poor dear wife. So helpless. So ****. Such a fine beauty you are…and how unbearably ticklish!” The cackling seemed to bounce off the walls as tears ran down the side of Callie’s face. “So cruel, it is. Just helpless and defenceless. The tickling is SO much for my dear heart. Incidentally Anais sends her love. Her wife is expecting. Such wonderful news.” All Callie could do was make hysterical noises in reply. Her throat became sore as it was getting harder to see from all the tears.

How long Callie endured, she did not know. Her agony was profound as the animals, maids and evil Genevieve continued in their parts in Callie’s ordeal. This surpassed all other suffering that Callie had encountered. It seemed like she was doomed. Doomed to torment much like the eternal region of damnation. Tears flowed as she wailed, She cried, she bellowed. She wanted ****. **** was better than her current state. Why had she been so forsaken? What sin had she committed to merit such treatment? And yet onward did the instruments progress. The beasts’ evil tongues destroyed her quivering soles, toes and arches. She was wild, insane, guttural. Worn down and broken, she soon faded between light and darkness.

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Callie woke up to darkness. A quick attempt to rise, failed spectacularly. She screamed when a nail lightly scratched her left sole. “Hello wife.” Callie was far too ticklish to respond by any other means than hysterical laughing. “Such a love sound you make. And now that I bought you from the Dungeon Master. And then had you declared deceased think of the fun, we shall have!” Soon ten nails were focusing on each soles and Callie’s laughter rose several decibels. “Such a melodious sound! And I assure you beloved wife, there will much more!”