The ancient wooden door creeks open. Warm air breezes over my near naked body. Either side of me two hooded forms hold my wrists gently but firmly. I feel the hand on my back guiding me through the door.
I blink, the chamber seems to be filled by a host of hooded strangers divided along a long passageway. Flickering torches on the wall hardly reveal who they are or why they are hear. In the distance I can just make out a raised platform flanked by four figures.
Reluctantly I step forward. I hear whispers rise from the assembled mass. I wonder if they are talking about me........alone.....naked save the smallest piece of material. I know that something dreadful awaits me......what ???????
As I walk through the crowd the flickering light reveals the figures ahead. Incredible ! Four tall, incredibly tall dark woman, magnificent athletic creatures flawless beautiful but terrible. I stumble.
The hooded escorts steady me and push me on to whatever terrible fate awaits.
I continue my long walk. Eventually I arrive and the four dark figures walk me up to small steps onto what appears to be a small podium. I the darkness I make out the form of a chair. I am pushed into it.
I feel soft female hands on my long dark hair pulling it gently together into a long ponytail. I hear a rattle above. Confused I glance upwards. Out of the menacing black drops a rope. More hands take my wrists raising them high above my head......bonds circle my slim wrists. Desperatly i pull at them, words of panic fill the vast chamber..please please i beg ....dont hurt me !!!
Suddenly in front of me a face.........the face of stunning princess......her hand brushes my forhead......shhhhhhh she softly whispers......her eyes pierce through to my soul.
In front of me a low bench is placed....my bare petit feet are placed on it..Once again bonds are placed , this time on my ankles.
The four figures part. Walking up the stairs is a hooded figure, tall errect. He speaks, a deep masculine voice. Susi do you know who we are and who these woman are that have bound you.
I shake my head scared to speak.
My followers have trained them for years for such a time as this.
Oh please I cry.....what is happening !!!!
Ahhhhhhhh you ask a question......I must provide an answer.
He clicks his fingers. One of the woman walks to my side and sits inches from me.
He clicks again an another dusky beauty sits to my other side.
Susi what do you fear ?? You I reply. Why fear me, I cannot touch you I am not beside your bound body, I am not a finger nails length away from your deep hollow armpits.
I stutter, what can he mean, he sees my confusion.
Tonight Susi is the feast of Ates the forgotten God of laughter. To pay honour to him fill his temple with unfettered uncontrolled helpless laughter. You my dear will pay homage to him through your ordeal.
My mind races........pieces start to come together......horrible dreadful thoughts of what this might mean.
It snaps into place like a trapdoor shutting above me........God good I gasp do you mean to ..to ...to ......tickle me !!!!!!!!!!!
The hall fills with a low rumble from the assembled followers.
Patience he shouts.....silence.
Again he clicks his fingers twice. The two remaining females kneel in front of my exposed soles.
His voice fills the chamber....Oh Ates Lord of laughter accept this humble scarifice...give her strength to honour you with her offerings of laughter. may she prove worthy.
As his voice dies away he bows before me. He steps back.......LET THE TICKLING BEGIN.
I blink, the chamber seems to be filled by a host of hooded strangers divided along a long passageway. Flickering torches on the wall hardly reveal who they are or why they are hear. In the distance I can just make out a raised platform flanked by four figures.
Reluctantly I step forward. I hear whispers rise from the assembled mass. I wonder if they are talking about me........alone.....naked save the smallest piece of material. I know that something dreadful awaits me......what ???????
As I walk through the crowd the flickering light reveals the figures ahead. Incredible ! Four tall, incredibly tall dark woman, magnificent athletic creatures flawless beautiful but terrible. I stumble.
The hooded escorts steady me and push me on to whatever terrible fate awaits.
I continue my long walk. Eventually I arrive and the four dark figures walk me up to small steps onto what appears to be a small podium. I the darkness I make out the form of a chair. I am pushed into it.
I feel soft female hands on my long dark hair pulling it gently together into a long ponytail. I hear a rattle above. Confused I glance upwards. Out of the menacing black drops a rope. More hands take my wrists raising them high above my head......bonds circle my slim wrists. Desperatly i pull at them, words of panic fill the vast chamber..please please i beg ....dont hurt me !!!
Suddenly in front of me a face.........the face of stunning princess......her hand brushes my forhead......shhhhhhh she softly whispers......her eyes pierce through to my soul.
In front of me a low bench is placed....my bare petit feet are placed on it..Once again bonds are placed , this time on my ankles.
The four figures part. Walking up the stairs is a hooded figure, tall errect. He speaks, a deep masculine voice. Susi do you know who we are and who these woman are that have bound you.
I shake my head scared to speak.
My followers have trained them for years for such a time as this.
Oh please I cry.....what is happening !!!!
Ahhhhhhhh you ask a question......I must provide an answer.
He clicks his fingers. One of the woman walks to my side and sits inches from me.
He clicks again an another dusky beauty sits to my other side.
Susi what do you fear ?? You I reply. Why fear me, I cannot touch you I am not beside your bound body, I am not a finger nails length away from your deep hollow armpits.
I stutter, what can he mean, he sees my confusion.
Tonight Susi is the feast of Ates the forgotten God of laughter. To pay honour to him fill his temple with unfettered uncontrolled helpless laughter. You my dear will pay homage to him through your ordeal.
My mind races........pieces start to come together......horrible dreadful thoughts of what this might mean.
It snaps into place like a trapdoor shutting above me........God good I gasp do you mean to ..to ...to ......tickle me !!!!!!!!!!!
The hall fills with a low rumble from the assembled followers.
Patience he shouts.....silence.
Again he clicks his fingers twice. The two remaining females kneel in front of my exposed soles.
His voice fills the chamber....Oh Ates Lord of laughter accept this humble scarifice...give her strength to honour you with her offerings of laughter. may she prove worthy.
As his voice dies away he bows before me. He steps back.......LET THE TICKLING BEGIN.
