Exploration of AI for multimedia story telling. Fantasy BDSM, including tcikling.

[Bdsmtickler]

Below is a first attempt to imagines, videos and handmade text to try to tell a "multi media" story. Enjoy!

 

[Bdsmtickler]

An unchained Amazon was an unusual sight in the Town.

When members of the Tribe from the wild mountains were brought to town, they would be dragged along, bound and chained, after being caught robbing a trader.

But today was different.

None other than Avril, the leader of the Tribe, was riding calmly through the streets. Her long, moon-pale hair hung loose. She wore a short leather skirt and a rather low - cut top. Either the Tribe was short of leather, or Averil had her share of female vanity.

 

[Bdsmtickler]

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At the mayor’s palace, Avril was greeted cordially and led into a large hall.

She walked up to a table where the Mayor sat. “Is the treaty ready?”

“Not so fast, Avril, valiant leader of the free tribe. My palace, my rules. No woman in my presence may cover her breasts.”

“What? You can't expect me to strip for you!”

“No tits, no treaty.”

Avril sighed. She had to get this treaty for the tribe.

 

[Bdsmtickler]

The Mayor put a document in front of her.

Avril read the first two paragraphs and was satisfied.


Then she read the third paragraph. “What is this?”





















“I think it’s only fair, since you have caused us so much trouble in the past.”

“There’s no way I'm signing this.”

 

[Bdsmtickler]

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The Mayor leaned back and said with mock regret, “I guess there’ll be no treaty then.”

“Listen, you need this treaty as much as we do.”

“Not true. Somehow I think you would attract more bidders than me when you are set up for sale.”

In her mind’s eye, Avril saw herself standing on a wooden platform, forced to display herself to men who wanted to own her.

 

[Bdsmtickler]

Avril grabbed the pen and signed the document.

The mayor rose. “This way.”

The Mayor led Avril down a narrow, winding staircase into the dungeon.

He forced her to kneel and secured her wrists in iron rings. Then he stepped back and called, “Whip master. Bring the Tzipora.”

A man dressed in black leather walked into the dungeon. In his hand, he held a whip. The handle was decorated with three feathers, showing the whip was made of the hide of a Tzipora dragon. The most stinging and painful kind of whip.
The man stood behind Avril and the whipping began.
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[Bdsmtickler]

The two men released her and led into a chamber.
The sight of the rack both frightened and puzzled her. Both men walked out, and she heard the Mayor call for someone.
Despite herself, she couldn’t help but wonder what was next for her. Her knees were bent and her tender soles presented a helpless target, but a target for what?

 

[Bdsmtickler]

The Mayor and a man who seemed to have been disturbed in weapon practice walked in. The man stood behind and touched her soles.

At first she was surprised, still waiting for the real torture to begin.

Then she felt the urge to move away from the fingers running over her soles. But of course she couldn’t. Panic set in as the fingers kept tickling her.

(Unfortunately, the video where I stiched these together is too large to upload)

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[Bdsmtickler]

When at last the tickling was over. The man laid a hand on her ass.

And then he struck her with his hand.
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Again and again. Powerful smacks that made her ass sting.

 

[Bdsmtickler]

When she once again felt the fingers on her soles, she realised with horror that the spanking had only been a break in the tickling.

She laughed - or maybe she cried - not knowing how long she would lie there, helplessly squirming.

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[Bdsmtickler]

Avril rode home with a signed treaty.

She had paid a high price to get it. But she also wondered if she now better understood why the women who had been taken often spoke to each other in excited whispers about their punishment.

Could it be they had felt a certain … even erotic … thrill of being in the power of strong, ruthless men?

And wouldn’t it make the traders safer if the Town locked up the tribe members they caught? Instead, they punished them and let them go.

Despite her being the leader of the tribe, could it be that some age-old game was being played out between the Town and the Tribe, that she knew nothing about.

She was jolted out of her musings when she reached the top of a hill and saw the red and white sails of the slavers' ship.

The end

 

[sophilos]

Congratulations on your first(?) graphic novel. I like the premise and the overall treatment.


For my taste, you rushed the story in spots. I have always been liable to the impulse just turn in the mess and hope for any decent response. Unfortunately, no mnuscript ever survives whole first contact with the readership.

It's never stopped me. If writing called for insurance, I'd be an assigned risk

Edit: Let me add that I found the character insight and resolution in Post 11 of the thread to be depthful and thought-provoking. Well worth the read.

 

[TMF Jeff]

This is excellent, really great use of the tech for storytelling

 

[TKLR42]

WOW! Good stuff!

 

[DrBabinski]

Very nice "almost graphic novel", this is a thing I'd like to do. Which software you used for the images/video?

 

[Bdsmtickler]

Very nice "almost graphic novel", this is a thing I'd like to do. Which software you used for the images/video?

Thanks. I used zencreator because you can buy tokens rather than subscriptions and of course it is uncensored. I got a lot of good advice from their help chatbot when the image generator gave people three legs etc.

EDIt: forgot to mention that zencreator can be extremely slow. Sometimes up for 30m.

 

[Meagain]

Awesome!