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Helga, the Viking Queen, ruled Icelandia for 40 years, defeating all male challengers to her throne in single combat. At a height of 7'3" she towered over all the men in her queendom, and she weighed 350 pounds, but she was not fat--just huge. She wore her blonde hair long, and some say she was the most beautiful woman to ever live on earth. She had giant breasts and an enormous ass, both of which she used to smother her political enemies to death.
Helga was obsessed with tickle torture, and she always kept a group of male slaves chained in her dungeon. She often didn't have time to tickle them herself because her duties as queen kept her so busy. But she daily sent the most skilled ticklers in her queendom to her dungeon, so she could hear the men laughing hysterically, while she worked. There was a special pipe leading from the dungeon to her throne, and she smiled, listening to men laughing, as she signed proclamations and discussed military strategy with her generals.
The king she first replaced was a respected and distinguished older man, protected by a bodyguard of 12 strong men. She challenged the king to single combat for his throne, but to have the honor of making the challenge, she had to beat all of his bodyguards one-by-one. This she did with the entire town watching. The women cheered, and the men just stood there, slack-jawed and astonished. The king watched with rising alarm as each of his warriors was easily dispatched. The fair giantess simply knocked the men's swords out of their hands with a single blow, then smashed their shields in half with 1 punch. The men were beheaded or pierced in the heart. She had a different plan for the king who was now terrified and knew he was about to go to Valhalla.
The king's knees-knocked as he faced the giantess. He had not engaged in single combat for decades and he could barely hold his sword. Helga knocked it out of his hand and punched through his shield, breaking it in half. The king thought about fleeing, but Helga grabbed him by the wrist and flung him face first into the gravelly ground. Here, she sat on his back and tickled his neck and armpits. The king no longer seemed so dignified when he giggled like a girl. Helga ignored his pleas for her to stop as the townspeople watched in fascination. Helga kept tickling him as the sun fell and some time in the middle of the night the king expired--literally tickled to death.
Helga warned everyone that this would be the fate of any man who dared challenge her. She declared the yearly anniversary of the date to be an holiday. The annual tradition became a day when every male in the town was to be tickle tortured. Helga would ring a bell at some point during the day and every male in the town had to submit to bondage, and every woman in the household tickled a tied down man until Helga rang the bell again. The time period was at the whim of Helga and varied from year to year from 45 minutes to 3.5 hours. Helga visited random houses to make sure every male present was being tickle tortured. There was never a case when any family failed to participate, and this is how Helga found her most skilled ticklers that she unleashed on her male prisoners in her dungeon.
At least once a year a man would be foolish enough to challenge Helga. Famous strong men from around the world heard of her and thought they would make a name for themselves and rule Icelandia. They've been forgotten because all of them lost, though a few lasted for about an hour before Helga put them in her face down and fatal tickle trap. Oftentimes, a small weak man would challenge her. Helga recognized them as masochists who wanted to be tickled to death. She spared their lives and threw them in her dungeon instead. They provided her with years of entertainment.
Helga never married. When she felt like having sex she went to her dungeon and rode 1 of her ticklish prisoners until she was satisfied.
At the age of 68 Helga voluntarily relinquished the throne and sailed off on a big boat by herself, disappearing in the mist of another dimension where she still haunts some men in their dreams. The town continued to celebrate tickle torture day for decades but without Helga to lead them to victory in battle the Queendom fell to another fierce tribe of Northmen. They invaded Icelandia during tickle torture day when all the males were tied up.
Helga was obsessed with tickle torture, and she always kept a group of male slaves chained in her dungeon. She often didn't have time to tickle them herself because her duties as queen kept her so busy. But she daily sent the most skilled ticklers in her queendom to her dungeon, so she could hear the men laughing hysterically, while she worked. There was a special pipe leading from the dungeon to her throne, and she smiled, listening to men laughing, as she signed proclamations and discussed military strategy with her generals.
The king she first replaced was a respected and distinguished older man, protected by a bodyguard of 12 strong men. She challenged the king to single combat for his throne, but to have the honor of making the challenge, she had to beat all of his bodyguards one-by-one. This she did with the entire town watching. The women cheered, and the men just stood there, slack-jawed and astonished. The king watched with rising alarm as each of his warriors was easily dispatched. The fair giantess simply knocked the men's swords out of their hands with a single blow, then smashed their shields in half with 1 punch. The men were beheaded or pierced in the heart. She had a different plan for the king who was now terrified and knew he was about to go to Valhalla.
The king's knees-knocked as he faced the giantess. He had not engaged in single combat for decades and he could barely hold his sword. Helga knocked it out of his hand and punched through his shield, breaking it in half. The king thought about fleeing, but Helga grabbed him by the wrist and flung him face first into the gravelly ground. Here, she sat on his back and tickled his neck and armpits. The king no longer seemed so dignified when he giggled like a girl. Helga ignored his pleas for her to stop as the townspeople watched in fascination. Helga kept tickling him as the sun fell and some time in the middle of the night the king expired--literally tickled to death.
Helga warned everyone that this would be the fate of any man who dared challenge her. She declared the yearly anniversary of the date to be an holiday. The annual tradition became a day when every male in the town was to be tickle tortured. Helga would ring a bell at some point during the day and every male in the town had to submit to bondage, and every woman in the household tickled a tied down man until Helga rang the bell again. The time period was at the whim of Helga and varied from year to year from 45 minutes to 3.5 hours. Helga visited random houses to make sure every male present was being tickle tortured. There was never a case when any family failed to participate, and this is how Helga found her most skilled ticklers that she unleashed on her male prisoners in her dungeon.
At least once a year a man would be foolish enough to challenge Helga. Famous strong men from around the world heard of her and thought they would make a name for themselves and rule Icelandia. They've been forgotten because all of them lost, though a few lasted for about an hour before Helga put them in her face down and fatal tickle trap. Oftentimes, a small weak man would challenge her. Helga recognized them as masochists who wanted to be tickled to death. She spared their lives and threw them in her dungeon instead. They provided her with years of entertainment.
Helga never married. When she felt like having sex she went to her dungeon and rode 1 of her ticklish prisoners until she was satisfied.
At the age of 68 Helga voluntarily relinquished the throne and sailed off on a big boat by herself, disappearing in the mist of another dimension where she still haunts some men in their dreams. The town continued to celebrate tickle torture day for decades but without Helga to lead them to victory in battle the Queendom fell to another fierce tribe of Northmen. They invaded Icelandia during tickle torture day when all the males were tied up.
