A lady's ordeal

"Still refusing, little one?" Only quiet sobs could be heard. "Surrender is the only answer."

Original Tale: A LADY's Ordeal in The Town Stocks (A Maiden's Mischief) - Medieval, Stocks, Tricked

Original Author: Parpignollord

Original Publishing Date: Mar 28, 2020

Original Source: Ticklingforum Website

THE CHICKEN THIEF

“Chicken Thief! 3 days in the stocks!”

CLACK! The stocks echoed through the square as they clapped down tightly upon the young lady’s ankles. She wore a dumbfounded expression unaware of the **** and humiliation soon to befall her.

It was that loud clack that drew Lady Genevieve’s attention. She had been perusing the fine pottery and trinkets in the expensive shops next to the square when she heard it. Genevieve set down the gold bracelet she had been inspecting to get a better look.

In the square sat a beautiful young lady in fine clothes, a bit dusty and disheveled upon where the guard had grasped her. She sat on a firm wooden bench and her wrists and ankles were locked tightly before c in bulky oaken stockades. The lady herself was busty, long haired, and appeared utterly baffled. She could tell from her appearance that She was likely from a noble family (although likely not as wealthy as her own. That is, not wealthy enough to bribe their way out of this kind of thing.)

That having been said, bribery had become less and less common since the appointment of Justice Norgard. Norgard had risen to power shortly after the Derrywood Rebellion in which a small group of colonists attempted to separate from the kingdom. Anyone found aiding the separatists swiftly found themselves at the hands of the Justice. The Derrywood Rebellion had long past, but Norgard remained in power, doling out harsh punishments to any criminal placed before her. Surely the young lady before her had been goaded by her rambunctious friends to steal a chicken, and had unwittingly found herself at the receiving end of Norgard’s wrath.

She believed that even highborn citizens should be punished for crimes, petty as they may be. One of Norgard’s most common sentences was time in the town stocks. She felt it wasn’t enough for a wealthy offender to pay their way out of trouble. They MUST be punished, and for wealthy high born citizens there was no punishment more poignant than public **** and humiliation. Nary a week went by without some high class offender spending some amount of time locked in the stocks.

She had not yet seen one of these public humiliations in person until today.

Genevieve was mesmerized. She walked toward.

She sauntered elegantly toward the square, her silky raven hair flowing in the breeze. With every step her eyes filled more with curious amusement. Several peasants had thrown small rotten vegetables at her, laughing as She recoiled. Genevieve laughed as well, but she had a different activity in mind.

She had heard of people tickle tortured in the stocks before and felt this was a perfect chance to give it a try. When she arrived at the stocks the vegetable throwing ceased. She began to remove the lady’s fine leather shoes.

She immediately began to panic. Tears ran down the terrified girl’s face.

“Oh no, please, milady. I beg of you. Do not tickle me.”

“You expect me to forgive your crime?” said the amused Genevieve with a smirk.

She tossed her shoes into the crowd behind her.

“No milady. My only wish is that you show me mercy,” pleaded the lady..

She removed her socks and again tossed them behind her. her smooth, well groomed bare feet confirmed that She was in fact high born.

“Hmm, your wish is denied,” calmly stated Genevieve as she scribbled her feet with gusto.

“Hahahaha! No, pleahahahaha, stahahaha” the long haired lady threw her head back in laughter. Her large breasts threatened to break from their containment.

The crowd followed suit and laughed along at her predicament.

Genevieve ran her sharp maniciured nails up and down the soles of her feet. She struggled to make the sensations stop, but was completely unable. her toes wiggled wildly and fingers contorted in anguish. But alas, her struggles yielded no relief. Genevieve continued stroking up and down her bare feet without pause.

She continued to tickle **** the lady for almost 40 minutes, at which point she bid her farewell. The lady had only a split second of respite before a group of giggling maidens deemed it their turn and resumed the tickling. The lady howled in agony.

Genevieve smiled.

Genevieve got a distinct thrill out of tickling people (always had, ever since the week growing up she managed to tie up her poor nanny.) But her dear wife Callie couldn’t stand it. She was also from a noble family, one even wealthier than her own. They had been together for 5 years, and although she loved the lavish life being with her afforded her, she wasn’t fulfilled. It wasn’t that Callie was not a very attentive lover. Whenever she asked to be pleased She would please her. It’s just that something else was missing. She was the most ticklish person she had ever known, and she had only had the chance a few times to tickle her. Each instance She had gotten extremely mad or evaded her.

She walked back to the manor deep in thought.

‘If She were in one of THESE contraptions, She would be sore out of luck just like that fair lady.’ Genevieve thought to herself. ‘What if…’ she pondered.

After a few moments of plotting, her mind was decided. Soon there would be a bit of mischief in store for her dear wife.

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THE THEFT

Since Lady Genevieve lived near the Queen herself she decided to visit her on her way home. A wealthy lady from a noble family, Genevieve had attended the Queen’s dinner parties for years and was considered by her to be a close friend. When Genevieve told the front guard she wanted to visit she was escorted right in.

Genevieve and the Queen gabbed on about various details of the kingdom's high-life. They discussed the dashing new poet on the scene, Lady Farwood’s GHASTLY dress at the last banquet, as well as many other frivolous topics irrelevant to the lower houses.

Genevieve mentioned that she heard the Queen had some plans for the harvest ball coming up. At the mention of Harvest Ball the Queen’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, you ABSOLUTELY must come see!”

The queen was so adamant about showing her new colors scheme for next season’s coronation she was completely oblivious to Genevieve snatching a small coin purse from a drawer near the king’s wardrobe.

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THE SETUP

“What is the meaning of this!?” shouted Callie.

Callie had been woken up in the middle of the night. The King’s guard had let themselves into the Lemard Mansion as part of a search. For what reason the guard was in her home She could not fathom.

Callie was a high ranking noblewoman from a wealthy highborn family. She had been a long time supporter of the king so the aggressive behavior from the soldiers confounded her.

Callie stood tall with her arms on her hips in defiance. She still wore her silk sleeping robe and cap after being rudely awoken.

Genevieve rose from the bed in a matching sleeping robe.

“What’s happening?” she asked sleepily.

“Go back to bed, it’s a mistake,” said Callie tersely. She turned to the guards. “There better be a damn good explanation for this!”

“The king’s guard got an anonymous tip that you stole funds from the King” said a guard.

Callie was instantly confused.

“That’s completely untrue, why on earth would I do that?”

“Quiet!” shouted the second guard.

He went directly to Callie’s bottom dresser drawer. She jerked open the dresser revealing a small purple coin purse.

“What the...that’s not mine. How did that get there?” said Callie, stumbling on her words

“It’s the royal seal. Take her.”

“This is madness!” shouted Callie being dragged away in her pajamas.

Genevieve smiled as she returned to bed. Her plan had worked.

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THE SENTENCING

“By a tremendous stroke of luck, The King has chosen NOT to execute you, and has asked that the justice take pity…”

Callie looked baffled, still wearing her sleeping robe, her arms secured in steel shackles.

“As proven by the King’s seal on the coin purse found in your home, we have irrefutable evidence that you are in fact a thief. In addition to a large fine, you will be placed in the town stocks for one week.”

The judge hit her gavel definitively. Genevieve watched with excitement as her sentencing concluded precisely how she hoped.

“Your honor, please! I’m a very wealthy woman. I’m from a noble house. Why would I steal a few measly coins from the King!? The evidence was clearly planted by an enemy!” shouted Callie in desperation.

“Silence, thief. Or you’ll soon find yourself with a MUCH more severe punishment.”

Knowing the court’s penchant for beheading during the Derrywood Rebellion Callie fell silent (although more confused than ever.) A pair of burly court guards grabbed her firmly and led her out of the courtroom.

The sentencing was adjourned.

Several attendees of the sentencing approached Genevieve to console her. She politely accepted their concern all the while suppressing the urge to sing and dance. Callie would be at the world’s ticklish mercy in no time.

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THE ****

It seemed as if the whole village had gathered to watch Callie Lemard’s public humiliation. The guards pushed aggressively through groups of shouting peasants and townsfolk. It was not often that a lady of Callie’s wealth was at the mercy of the peasants, and they had all gathered to punish her.

Her legs were placed into the large wooden stocks and quickly locked in. The holes were tight, designed to give little room to struggle. They then locked her wrists in an elevated pair of stocks to limit her arm movement. Two large iron padlocks were produced and clasped onto both pairs of stocks.

Callie was helpless.

Naturally, the first to go were her boots. A peasant lady quickly unlaced her expensive footwear and yanked them off briskly. She ran away with the finery.

Next went her intricately woven socks. She had already begun to panic.

Genevieve eagerly made her way through the masses to get a look at the proceedings. A glimmer of hope was in Callie’s eye when She saw her approach.

“Please, Genevieve, you’re the only person who can help me. You have to stop them! You know I can’t stand tickling.”

Genevieve looked calmly into her wife’s eyes.

“I WISH I could help but I’d hate to get in MORE trouble.”

She gestured to the throng of angry villagers surrounding her.

“Looks like you’ll just have to bear it, dear,” said Genevieve sweetly.

Genevieve looked on as the peasants dug into her sensitive soles. Callie’s thoughts vanished in the onslaught of maddening sensations.

Genevieve wanted nothing more than to join them. She wanted to be at the forefront of tickle torturing her wife. However, she couldn’t take the risk of Callie discovering her crime. For the moment, watching her wife driven to insanity was enough.

The rest of the day would be nightmarish for Callie. Until dusk, peasants, shopkeepers, bystanders, and anyone who happened to be travelling down the road would stop and punish the thief. Many would simply walk by giving them a quick stroke, but others would stay for several minutes, sending her into hysterics to pass the time. A small crowd of villagers, either envious of her wealth or just sadistic, would spend hours torturing the soles of her feet, her stomach and anyplace else they could get to in every way possible.

Genevieve was in heaven. Her wildest fantasy playing out before her eyes, she relished the moments seeing her scream and squirm.

By the time it was dark the crowd had dwindled to a couple of mischievous youth and town beggars with nowhere to go.

“Night shall fall soon...” said Genevieve standing up to leave.

“Haha, stophahaha, stahpit, Genevieve, where are you going?!”

“I must go home, Callie. SOMEONE must ensure the house stays in order during your punishment.”

Callie’s somber expression at her statement quickly changed to a smile once one of the young ladies began once again stroking her soles. She was consumed with laughter once more.

“But worry not, I shall return tomorrow morning, bright and early.” That much was true. She didn’t want to miss a second of her ****.

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THE DESCENT

Genevieve woke up bright and early to join Callie, but made a quick stop at the Maryet along the way.

When Genevieve arrived there were only a couple of villagers tormenting her. Genevieve noted, Callie looked slightly different. her expensive silk robe had been unbuttoned, giving the villagers access to her sensitive breasts and stomach. Areas of cloth had been torn away so the villagers could tickle her legs. Callie looked exhausted. And after just one night! Genevieve giggled.

Through tired eyes Callie saw Genevieve approach. her face brightened.

“Heavens be praised! Genevieve, please help me!”

“In a moment, I must show you something first,” she said. Callie was puzzled. What couple possibly be more important than tending to her beleaguered wife?

His expression changed to terror as Genevieve pulled something out of her satchel. In her hands were about 12 large feathers.

“Take a look at these! I purchased from the Maryet. Have you ever seen a goose feather quite so large?!”

Her eyes grew wide.

“Put those away!” barked Callie fearing how much worse her predicament could become.

However, her warning only alerted the peasants of the development. They easily snatched the feathers from her hand and got to work.

“Oh, no...you mustn’t do that!” said Genevieve with feigned distress.

“Genevieve, what have you done?! They’re going to tortuhahahaHaHaHAHAHAHAHAHA”

The villagers stroked the enormous plumes from her heels to the tips of her hypersensitive toes.

“Don’t worry, Callie. I’m sure they’ll return them.”

“AAAAGH!” not understanding her wife’s incompetence.

Genevieve smiled at the intensely ticklish start to Callie’s day. Her pulse quickened at the sight of her agony.

Her frantic cackling was like a rooster, waking other townsfolk. As seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, and Callie once again found herself surrounded by a throng of malicious villagers. Except now they were armed with feathers.

Genevieve didn’t think Callie’s ordeal could be any more amusing until one ingenious villager had an idea. Instead of using the soft feathery portion of the plume She flipped it and used the pointed quill to draw a line down Callie’s bare foot.

The sharp sensation caused her to yelp like an animal. A second villager noticed and followed her example by flipping their feathers around and drawing all around her sensitive feet with the sharp quills. Then a third, then a forth. Soon the crowd was all dragging their sharp feather quills across Callie’s hyperticklish soles.

Callie’s laughter devolved into frantic screams. The feathery tickling was torturous enough, but the intense piercing tickles were electric. She could only wiggle and scream, further encouraging the villagers.

Callie’s torment was so intense that She didn’t even see her wife walk behind her. She placed her hands on her shoulders and began to sensually rub her arms and back. This heightened the **** tenfold.

“Oh there, there. Stay strong, dear wife. Only 6 days left” said Genevieve, holding back her laughter.

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THE ESCALATION

Genevieve was having the time of her life.

Throughout the week she tended to her wife as any loyal wife would. She bathed her, fed her, and dutifully helped her relieve herself. Genevieve behaved like the perfect spouse. All the while taking special care NOT to tickle her as to prevent arising suspicion of who framed her.

Each morning began with a new surpise that the crowd would undoubtedly use to tickle **** her.

One day, Genevieve brought an expensive soothing perfumed oil to rub on her soles. This merely made the tickling sensations twice as intense. The next she brought a new scrub brush for the stables (as well as 10 to 15 spares.) The scrubbing sensations on the soles of her feet sent her into a new dimension of suffering.

She would wail in frustration at the stupidity of her wife, but her anger would give way to the agony of intense, unending, tickling.

Each night she heard her frantic laughter from her open bedroom window and smiled.

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THE FINALE

Genevieve made two stops on Callie’s final day of punishment. First to the castle, and then to the livestock Market. She wanted to make it a day Callie would NEVER forget.

Callie still sat in the stocks, completely immobilized. her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. her diaphram ached from the endless laughter. She could feel her leg muscles had weakened from inactivity.

Luckily, the peasants had grown somewhat tired of torturing her. The past several hours She had only been tickled 10 or 20 minutes at a time. She thanked the Gods for this stroke of luck and the smallest trickle of hope began to return.

That’s when She saw it.

Her tired, bloodshot eyes grew wide when She saw her smiling wife approach with a large metal pail leading two young goats behind her.

“Genevieve! What have you done?!” She snarled.

“Aren’t they adorable? I bought them at the Market. But I worry, they are simply STARVING. Don’t fear, I brought some brine.”

“Genevieve! You’ve cursed me to the goat’s tongue!!”

Several peasant’s faces lit up when they saw the goats. One came forward and took the pail of salty brine from Genevieve.

She barely put up any resistance as the pail was taken from her by the stranger.

“Oh no...don’t do that,” said Genevieve flatly watching the peasant pour the salty brine all over Callie’s still sensitive feet.

“You idiot! You’ve doomed me!” She blustered. She could feel the salty water rolling down her soles. her ticklish paNikki returned harder than ever before. She had heard stories of the goat’s tongue and it’s harsh effects on it’s victims, but She would soon experience it first-hand.

“Oops” Genevieve said with the slightest giggle. The peasants had taken the goats and led them straight to Callie’s salty bare feet.

The goats didn’t waste a second. Their sharp, prickly tongues darted out across Callie’s soles in no time.

“AAAAAAGH,” shouted Callie. The sensations began immediately. The goats licked the salty brine with determination. Callie was instantly in agony.

Genevieve watched with fascination as the goat’s tongues darted across her hyperticklish feet.

‘Ah, now I see why this is so feared,’ she mused at the sight of her wife. Callie scrunched her toes hard to try to protect the sensitive flesh between her toes. But alas, it was fruitless. The goats licked between her toes like it was nothing.

The new ticklish sensation sent Callie howling.

Genevieve was glad she had purchased the goats. She didn’t know a person could be in so much misery from tickling. Genevieve shuddered at the thought of such sensations.

The goats kept Callie in maniacal laughter for most of the day. As soon as they relented in their enthusiastic licking, the peasants applied more brine and they resumed. This carried on for hours. All the while Callie laughed, and laughed, and laughed. her grip on sanity became increasingly tenuous.

Genevieve had enjoyed the week immensely, but still wanted more. She smiled at the idea of what was to come.

Callie had reached the final hour of her punishment. A week of ticklish torment and humiliating debasement was a far cry from the lifestyle She had enjoyed as a member of a noble family. She was happy to know that in just a few minutes She would be released by the guards, would easily pay a fine, and would be able to put this terrible chapter of her life behind her.

Genevieve stood next to her trapped wife, her hand on her back.

“There, there, wife. I’ll bet you want to go home, huh?” she said sweetly.

Callie was beyond frazzled, and barely listening.

“Hnnnggg” She grunted.

Genevieve continued.

“I’ll bet you wish I had never taken that purse from the castle and told the king’s guard it was in your dresser.”

Callie needed a moment to process what Genevieve said.

Alarmed, She raised her head slowly. She looked up to see her teeth bared in a mischievous smile. It hit her. Genevieve! She was the ONLY person that could have set her up. She WANTED this. All the smiling, the instruments. She was delighting in her ****!

Her eyes went black with murderous rage.

“...YOU! You did this!?!?” Callie began thrashing in her bonds with renewed vigor.

“You WITCH! I...when I get out of here...I’ll KILL YOU! You’ll hang! I’ll slit your throhohohahahaHaHaHAHAHAHAHA”

Genevieve had moved to her ankles and began lightly stroking her foot. her threats had been interrupted by her frenzied laughter.

“I’ve been waiting to do this ALL week. But I knew I had to wait.”

She continued tickling.

“Do you have ANY idea how difficult this ordeal has been for me? Watching you tickled senseless by a crowd, not being able to partake. Absolute ****, haha.” She laughed and decided to pause her tickling.

“Hahahaha. The king’s men will be here soon to release me! Then you’ll PAY for your lies!!”

“Not quite, wife. Yes the king’s men will be here soon. But they won’t be releasing you. You see earlier today I told Justice Norgard about your involvement in the Derrywood Rebellion.”

Callie went pale.

“I...I had no part in the Derrywood Rebellion. I wasn’t even in the country. You’ve no proof!” She yelled angrily.

“I know. The funny thing is, She sent me to the dungeonmaster, and the dungeonmaster didn’t ask for any proof. She said it didn’t matter, a thief can’t be trusted.” said Genevieve with an innocent smile.

Callie saw two armed king’s men turn the corner in the distance. her face contorted with paNikki.

“Please, if they think I’ve any part in the rebellion they’ll lock me away for life! You’ll never see me again.”

“Wrong again, dear wife. I will see you quite often. The dungeonmaster has given me permission to visit you once you are fully shackled and stretched. She says he’ll even give me a key to your cell so I can visit any time I’d like, for AS LONG as I’d like, as long as you remain fully restrained. I told her that wouldn’t be a problem.” She said with a sinister grin.

“Oh god…”

Callie’s stomach dropped in dread. She didn’t understand how this could be happening.

The guards reached the stocks and grasped Callie’s arms firmly.

“Please, I’m innocent you have to liste-mphhff, gmhpppf” Callie’s pleas were stifled by a thick burlap bag placed over her head by the guards. They proceeded to unlock the stocks (for the first time in over a week)

Once her legs were free Callie tried to struggle, but the week of bondage had rendered her weak and uncoordinated. The large men easily grasped her by the shoulders and dragged her away toward the castle. Callie gave a defeated whimper.

“See you soon, my dear wife.”