Find out what she's going to do.

I'm tied down across a log, stark naked, with my legs spread and my tits pointed at the sky, helpless and utterly humiliated, blushing bright red with rage and shame while the Queen of the Pixies giggles at my consternation and strokes the inside of my thighs with a peacock feather. She snaps her fingers, and all of a sudden I'm surrounded by hundreds of pixies. Each one is bearing a feather of their own. The young adventurer, still nude, is tied to a nearby tree, fully erect, a single feather-wielding pixie maintaining his arousal. It's clear the Queen wants him to watch.

I squirm and struggle as they descend on me. It's no use. I can't get away. They start by teasing my neck with the feathers, making me wiggle my head from side to side in a **** attempt to dislodge them. It doesn't work. They giggle and mock my helplessness in tiny pixie voices as they locate my other ticklish spots - my sides, my inner thighs, the backs of the knees, my nipples. Each is slowly, carefully teased and stroked. The sensation is unbearable, but I have **** but to grit my teeth and bear it.

The last pixie settles itself directly over my pussy. Its feather begins to trace circles over my clit. There's a long, foreboding pause. Then some invisible signal goes around and they all begin to tickle me all at once, redoubling their efforts, seemingly intent on driving me mad. I kick and thrash and squeal. It only serves to emphasise my vulnerability.

My tickle **** goes on and on and on. The feathers at my nipples and clit almost bring me to orgasm several times, but I'm never quite allowed to get there. The pixies always pull away just before I'm able to cum, leaving me gasping and **** for release. They seem determined to ensure I'm left without even a shred of dignity to call my own. By the time they're done I'm on fire with shame and arousal, exhausted by the exertion of laughing and trying to pull away. As I watch them flutter off, all I can think about is how badly I want them to come back and finish the job.

But my ordeal isn't over. I'm untied from the log, flipped and **** to bend over it as the Queen takes a switch to my bottom, leaving bright red stripes across my nubile derriere. My spanking goes on even longer than my tickling did, it seems to me, and by the time it's over I'm howling with pain and frustration, as well as absolutely aflame with desire. When the pixies finally let me go it's all I can do not to collapse to the ground and start playing with myself right in front of the Queen and all her friends, like an utterly shameless little animal. The Queen giggles at my predicament.

"Right," she says. "Away with you. My pixies will escort you to the edge of the forest, and I don't want to see you come back. Not if you know what's good for you. Have fun getting back to the city naked, slut!"