Sablesword
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Part 2 can be found here: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=36029
It looks like 2 more parts to go, for 5 parts total.
EDIT: It did turn out to have 5 parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (conclusion)
Princess Alisha's Ransom
Part 3
by Sablesword
Alisha found herself almost bored by the next morning's return to routine. Once again she spent most of the day on the ogre-sized cot, wearing green and white pajamas and gilded chains. Just as she had for all the days before. But Maark the Ogre's foot-tickling couldn't be considered boring, no matter how familiar it was. Nor did the embarrassment and excitement of her evening dances fade, as the ogres chanted to give her a beat and shadow-tickled her nude body. Still, each day was much like the next, as she waited for the ransom to arrive from her father - or for word to arrive that he couldn't or wouldn't pay, and that her fate was to be sold from the block in Ranchijammu.
On the fifteenth day of her captivity, Chup stopped Maark from putting her into the usual hogtie for yet another foot-tickling. "I have something special for you, Your Highness," the bandit prince told her. "Lie on your belly, please, and extend your arms over your head."
Alisha complied. Chup pulled her pajama top up over her head, effectively blindfolding her, and tied her wrists, fastening them in place at the head of the cot. Then Alisha felt her ankles being tied - tied apart, so that her legs were spread.
"Tickle tickle, little sorceress," Maark said, his fingers dancing over Alisha's right sole. She giggled and squirmed, but with her ankles bound she could not escape his touch.
"Wait a moment," Chup said, and the tickling stopped. Alisha felt Chup's hands fasten straps - leather straps - about her legs and waist. Something metal pressed against her through her pajama bottoms, held in place by those straps. She heard the sound of clockwork being wound by a key. And then she felt the rattling vibration of the metal device between her legs as its clockwork unwound.
It pressed against her sensitive shaven parts, through her pajamas. She couldn't close her legs against it, with her ankles tied apart as they were. She couldn't reach it, with her wrists tied, and she couldn't squirm away from it with the leather straps holding it in place. She moaned. Chup chuckled. "Like it, do you?" he asked.
"No," Alisha lied.
Chup chuckled again. "All right," he told Maark.
"Tickle tickle, little sorceress," the ogre said once more, and once more Alisha felt the ogres clever fingers dancing lightly over the sole of her right foot. She squirmed and giggled. She also felt Chup wind the clockwork device up again, felt it rattle and vibrate once more. She squirmed harder as it aroused her.
"Tickle tickle, Your Highness," Chup echoed Maark. Alisha felt his fingers start to stroke the sole of her left foot, with a sharp, quick, light touch that doubled the tickle sensations being inflicted on her.
Alisha laughed. She couldn't do anything but laugh, under the tickling she was undergoing, and given the position she'd been tied it. Not to mention the fact that she couldn't see, with her pajama top pulled over her head. That seemed to make her sense of touch even more sensitive than normal. Not that her normal state of ticklishness wasn't bad enough.
Having her pajama top pulled over her head left her sides bare, and Alisha wondered nervously when that stretch of vulnerable skin would get tickled as well. For the moment, however, Chup and Maark concentrated on her soles, pausing occasionally to rewind that devilish clockwork vibrator between her legs.
Alisha pulled at the bonds holding her wrists together, over her head as she lay belly down on the cot. She only succeeded in reinforcing her sense of helplessness as the knots stayed stubbornly out of reach of her questing fingers. She tried to pull her feet away from the clever tickling fingers, but those knots were also well-tied. Her ankles remained stubbornly in the place where Chup had secured them, her legs spread to form an inverted Y on the cot. And while she could clench and squirm her bare feet, beyond her ankle bonds, she could not avoid the tickle tickle tickle sensations soaking into them.
Alisha sensed Chup moving up the cot, felt Maark shift to tickling both her feet, one with each hand. She felt Chup's fingers tickling her sides - her bare sides with her pajama top pulled up over her head to blindfold her. But after the first shock, the side-tickling faded in comparison to Maark's foot-tickling. Not to mention the demonic vibrating device between her legs that Chup paused to rewind. "Use feathers," she heard Maark suggest.
And then the light touch of a feather-fan sent exquisite tickle-sensations in to Alisha's sides. She shrieked and squirmed and giggled. She fought against her bonds in a futile attempt to avoid the stimulation being pressed upon her. A deep awareness of her helplessness filled her; she could not use sorcery, she could not move away from the tickling, or block it, or even see what her two gentle tormentors were doing to her. She felt herself grow wet. The tickling went on and on, seeming to last forever. "Heeheeheehee," Alisha giggled. "Heeheeha heeheehahahohee!"
Then "Ah ah haha ah ah!" as the orgasm flooded through her. The tickling paused, then resumed, brief bursts to drag out the orgasm for as long as possible. Alisha strained against her bonds, sweating, fighting the pleasure, then fighting to embrace it. At last the ecstatic convulsions worked their way to their end, and Alisha lay limp as Chup and Maark untied her.
"You're training me for the block, aren't you?" Alisha accused Chup as she lay limply face-down on the cot.
He bowed an acknowledgement, but said, "What makes you think that, Your Highness?"
"This," Alisha raised a finger, too washed out to wave her hand. "This is much more than what's needed to keep me from my sorcery. And I've read Gong's Elements of Sensuality. This," she waved her finger again, "is what it recommends, when training a harem slave. You're training me for the auction block in Ranchijammu."
Once more Chup bowed acknowledgement. "It will encourage your father to ransom you, to hear - truthfully - that you are being prepared for the block. And if, ah, the ransom is somehow not paid, this will be a good investment for me. For you too," he added blandly.
Alisha blushed, but Chup had spoken truth: If she were to be sold from the block, this treatment would make her better off. Being easily and deeply arousable would make her more valuable to her future owner, and would win her better treatment. Pampering, even. Possibly a near-princess level of pampering. But she would still rather be ransomed.
"It will be more convenient for both of us if your father does ransom you," Chup said, echoing her thoughts. "I do wonder, however, that Your Highness should have read Gong's Elements."
"A sorceress is suppose to read various esoteric works," Alisha answered. "The Elements just happened to be one of them, in my case." At least it had been esoteric at the time, Alisha thought. Now it loomed as disturbingly practical. Especially the chapters on ticklishness...
"Perhaps I should bring you some of Gong's other works to read, then," Chup suggested. "I'll consider it."
But Chup didn't bring her any of Gong's works to read, at least not on any of the next five days. The sixth day, if Alisha remembered Gong's Elements correctly, would be another 'episode,' and she woke up with a feeling of squirmy anticipation. She didn't know what would happen to her that day, just that it would be something... special.
"You nervous today," Maark commented. "Think about auction block?"
"Yes," Alisha admitted. "Chup is going to do something to me."
"Yes," the ogre grinned. "Something special today. Tickle tickle, little sorceress," he teased her, wiggling his fingers at her.
Chup arrived a few minutes later. "You need to lie on your back, Your Highness," he told her. Alisha complied, and soon found herself tied with her arms and legs sticking straight up, tethered by ropes to a beam running across the ceiling.
She wasn't dangling - her weight rested firmly on the cot's mattress - but she did feel an interesting sort of helplessness. Her wrists were bound together so that her hands could not reach the knots. Her ankles were bound together as well, and somewhere along the way she had lost her pajama bottoms. And the squirmy sense of anticipation was stronger now.
"This isn't in the Elements," she protested.
"No it isn't," Chup agreed. "It's from one of his other works. Tickle tickle, Your Highness."
Chup ran a feather-fan over the backs of her knees, making Alisha squeal. He ran the feather-tips up and down her bare legs, softly, gently, each stroke leaving behind a trail of tickle-sensation. Then Maark began to dance his fingers over her naked soles. "Tickle tickle, little sorceress," the ogre said, as his thick, skillful fingers hunted out all the sensitive spots on the now-familiar territory of Alisha's helpless feet.
The gentle, persistent tickling ran up and down her legs, and around and around them. And here and there and everywhere over the soles of her feet. Alisha giggled and squirmed and laughed and wiggled. She couldn't do anything else, tied as she was. She tried pulling on the ropes tethering her wrists and ankles, but that didn't even slow down Chup's methodical feather-strokes. She strained to reach the knots holding her, but her fingertips could not even touch them. She tried wiggling her feet, but she could not avoid Maark's quick fingers. "Tickle tickle tickle," he said, grinning, as Alisha laughed and laughed and laughed.
There were occasional pauses in the tickling. Brief pauses, just long enough to let Alisha catch her breath. Just enough to keep her at the peak of ticklishness.
Alisha couldn't decide which was worse: The forays Chup made to her exquisitely sensitive hips, or the way she could wiggle her toes and feet, and have it do no good at all against Maark's clever tickling fingers. If "worse" was the right word for it.
Then Alisha felt her large toes being tied together. "Oh no," she whimpered. Chup raised an eyebrow at her, and she managed to dredge up a defiant look. "Do your worst."
Chup smiled. "Be careful what you ask for, Your Highness."
"Hee heehee heeheeheehee!" Alisha replied as Chup ran his feather-fan in long wiggly strokes from the back of her knees to the outsides of her hips. Then a spike of renewed excitement ran through her, at the increased helplessness of her feet. At the way Maark's skillful fingers exploited that helplessness. "Heeheeheehee hahahee heeheeheeheehee!" They sought out every ticklish wrinkle and fold. "Heeheeheehee haheeheeheeha!" And she couldn't even try to protect one foot with another. Not that it had done her any good before, but now she couldn't even try. "Heeheehaheehee heeheehahahee heeheeheeheehee!"
And now Alisha felt that demonic, horrible, wonderful device being gently forced between her legs. Felt Chup winding it up. Felt it rattle and vibrate, right against her pussy, adding its own jolt to the gentle, irresistible tickling her two captors applied to her legs and feet. Then the orgasm welled up inside her, and overcame her. She fought franticly against her bonds, and the struggle caused the pleasure to grip her even more tightly. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't. The struggle, the pleasure, was too sweet, too sweet, too sweet.
She came back to the world lying on her side, the gilt shackles once more clutching loosely her wrists and ankles. Her pajama bottoms were back in place, and Chup was watching her carefully.
"You," Alisha whispered accusingly.
"You're one day closer to being ready for the block in Ranchijammu," Chup told her calmly.
"Or to my father paying my ransom," Alisha said.
"Or to your father paying your ransom," Chup agreed.
to be continued
It looks like 2 more parts to go, for 5 parts total.
EDIT: It did turn out to have 5 parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (conclusion)
Princess Alisha's Ransom
Part 3
by Sablesword
Alisha found herself almost bored by the next morning's return to routine. Once again she spent most of the day on the ogre-sized cot, wearing green and white pajamas and gilded chains. Just as she had for all the days before. But Maark the Ogre's foot-tickling couldn't be considered boring, no matter how familiar it was. Nor did the embarrassment and excitement of her evening dances fade, as the ogres chanted to give her a beat and shadow-tickled her nude body. Still, each day was much like the next, as she waited for the ransom to arrive from her father - or for word to arrive that he couldn't or wouldn't pay, and that her fate was to be sold from the block in Ranchijammu.
On the fifteenth day of her captivity, Chup stopped Maark from putting her into the usual hogtie for yet another foot-tickling. "I have something special for you, Your Highness," the bandit prince told her. "Lie on your belly, please, and extend your arms over your head."
Alisha complied. Chup pulled her pajama top up over her head, effectively blindfolding her, and tied her wrists, fastening them in place at the head of the cot. Then Alisha felt her ankles being tied - tied apart, so that her legs were spread.
"Tickle tickle, little sorceress," Maark said, his fingers dancing over Alisha's right sole. She giggled and squirmed, but with her ankles bound she could not escape his touch.
"Wait a moment," Chup said, and the tickling stopped. Alisha felt Chup's hands fasten straps - leather straps - about her legs and waist. Something metal pressed against her through her pajama bottoms, held in place by those straps. She heard the sound of clockwork being wound by a key. And then she felt the rattling vibration of the metal device between her legs as its clockwork unwound.
It pressed against her sensitive shaven parts, through her pajamas. She couldn't close her legs against it, with her ankles tied apart as they were. She couldn't reach it, with her wrists tied, and she couldn't squirm away from it with the leather straps holding it in place. She moaned. Chup chuckled. "Like it, do you?" he asked.
"No," Alisha lied.
Chup chuckled again. "All right," he told Maark.
"Tickle tickle, little sorceress," the ogre said once more, and once more Alisha felt the ogres clever fingers dancing lightly over the sole of her right foot. She squirmed and giggled. She also felt Chup wind the clockwork device up again, felt it rattle and vibrate once more. She squirmed harder as it aroused her.
"Tickle tickle, Your Highness," Chup echoed Maark. Alisha felt his fingers start to stroke the sole of her left foot, with a sharp, quick, light touch that doubled the tickle sensations being inflicted on her.
Alisha laughed. She couldn't do anything but laugh, under the tickling she was undergoing, and given the position she'd been tied it. Not to mention the fact that she couldn't see, with her pajama top pulled over her head. That seemed to make her sense of touch even more sensitive than normal. Not that her normal state of ticklishness wasn't bad enough.
Having her pajama top pulled over her head left her sides bare, and Alisha wondered nervously when that stretch of vulnerable skin would get tickled as well. For the moment, however, Chup and Maark concentrated on her soles, pausing occasionally to rewind that devilish clockwork vibrator between her legs.
Alisha pulled at the bonds holding her wrists together, over her head as she lay belly down on the cot. She only succeeded in reinforcing her sense of helplessness as the knots stayed stubbornly out of reach of her questing fingers. She tried to pull her feet away from the clever tickling fingers, but those knots were also well-tied. Her ankles remained stubbornly in the place where Chup had secured them, her legs spread to form an inverted Y on the cot. And while she could clench and squirm her bare feet, beyond her ankle bonds, she could not avoid the tickle tickle tickle sensations soaking into them.
Alisha sensed Chup moving up the cot, felt Maark shift to tickling both her feet, one with each hand. She felt Chup's fingers tickling her sides - her bare sides with her pajama top pulled up over her head to blindfold her. But after the first shock, the side-tickling faded in comparison to Maark's foot-tickling. Not to mention the demonic vibrating device between her legs that Chup paused to rewind. "Use feathers," she heard Maark suggest.
And then the light touch of a feather-fan sent exquisite tickle-sensations in to Alisha's sides. She shrieked and squirmed and giggled. She fought against her bonds in a futile attempt to avoid the stimulation being pressed upon her. A deep awareness of her helplessness filled her; she could not use sorcery, she could not move away from the tickling, or block it, or even see what her two gentle tormentors were doing to her. She felt herself grow wet. The tickling went on and on, seeming to last forever. "Heeheeheehee," Alisha giggled. "Heeheeha heeheehahahohee!"
Then "Ah ah haha ah ah!" as the orgasm flooded through her. The tickling paused, then resumed, brief bursts to drag out the orgasm for as long as possible. Alisha strained against her bonds, sweating, fighting the pleasure, then fighting to embrace it. At last the ecstatic convulsions worked their way to their end, and Alisha lay limp as Chup and Maark untied her.
"You're training me for the block, aren't you?" Alisha accused Chup as she lay limply face-down on the cot.
He bowed an acknowledgement, but said, "What makes you think that, Your Highness?"
"This," Alisha raised a finger, too washed out to wave her hand. "This is much more than what's needed to keep me from my sorcery. And I've read Gong's Elements of Sensuality. This," she waved her finger again, "is what it recommends, when training a harem slave. You're training me for the auction block in Ranchijammu."
Once more Chup bowed acknowledgement. "It will encourage your father to ransom you, to hear - truthfully - that you are being prepared for the block. And if, ah, the ransom is somehow not paid, this will be a good investment for me. For you too," he added blandly.
Alisha blushed, but Chup had spoken truth: If she were to be sold from the block, this treatment would make her better off. Being easily and deeply arousable would make her more valuable to her future owner, and would win her better treatment. Pampering, even. Possibly a near-princess level of pampering. But she would still rather be ransomed.
"It will be more convenient for both of us if your father does ransom you," Chup said, echoing her thoughts. "I do wonder, however, that Your Highness should have read Gong's Elements."
"A sorceress is suppose to read various esoteric works," Alisha answered. "The Elements just happened to be one of them, in my case." At least it had been esoteric at the time, Alisha thought. Now it loomed as disturbingly practical. Especially the chapters on ticklishness...
"Perhaps I should bring you some of Gong's other works to read, then," Chup suggested. "I'll consider it."
#
But Chup didn't bring her any of Gong's works to read, at least not on any of the next five days. The sixth day, if Alisha remembered Gong's Elements correctly, would be another 'episode,' and she woke up with a feeling of squirmy anticipation. She didn't know what would happen to her that day, just that it would be something... special.
"You nervous today," Maark commented. "Think about auction block?"
"Yes," Alisha admitted. "Chup is going to do something to me."
"Yes," the ogre grinned. "Something special today. Tickle tickle, little sorceress," he teased her, wiggling his fingers at her.
Chup arrived a few minutes later. "You need to lie on your back, Your Highness," he told her. Alisha complied, and soon found herself tied with her arms and legs sticking straight up, tethered by ropes to a beam running across the ceiling.
She wasn't dangling - her weight rested firmly on the cot's mattress - but she did feel an interesting sort of helplessness. Her wrists were bound together so that her hands could not reach the knots. Her ankles were bound together as well, and somewhere along the way she had lost her pajama bottoms. And the squirmy sense of anticipation was stronger now.
"This isn't in the Elements," she protested.
"No it isn't," Chup agreed. "It's from one of his other works. Tickle tickle, Your Highness."
Chup ran a feather-fan over the backs of her knees, making Alisha squeal. He ran the feather-tips up and down her bare legs, softly, gently, each stroke leaving behind a trail of tickle-sensation. Then Maark began to dance his fingers over her naked soles. "Tickle tickle, little sorceress," the ogre said, as his thick, skillful fingers hunted out all the sensitive spots on the now-familiar territory of Alisha's helpless feet.
The gentle, persistent tickling ran up and down her legs, and around and around them. And here and there and everywhere over the soles of her feet. Alisha giggled and squirmed and laughed and wiggled. She couldn't do anything else, tied as she was. She tried pulling on the ropes tethering her wrists and ankles, but that didn't even slow down Chup's methodical feather-strokes. She strained to reach the knots holding her, but her fingertips could not even touch them. She tried wiggling her feet, but she could not avoid Maark's quick fingers. "Tickle tickle tickle," he said, grinning, as Alisha laughed and laughed and laughed.
There were occasional pauses in the tickling. Brief pauses, just long enough to let Alisha catch her breath. Just enough to keep her at the peak of ticklishness.
Alisha couldn't decide which was worse: The forays Chup made to her exquisitely sensitive hips, or the way she could wiggle her toes and feet, and have it do no good at all against Maark's clever tickling fingers. If "worse" was the right word for it.
Then Alisha felt her large toes being tied together. "Oh no," she whimpered. Chup raised an eyebrow at her, and she managed to dredge up a defiant look. "Do your worst."
Chup smiled. "Be careful what you ask for, Your Highness."
"Hee heehee heeheeheehee!" Alisha replied as Chup ran his feather-fan in long wiggly strokes from the back of her knees to the outsides of her hips. Then a spike of renewed excitement ran through her, at the increased helplessness of her feet. At the way Maark's skillful fingers exploited that helplessness. "Heeheeheehee hahahee heeheeheeheehee!" They sought out every ticklish wrinkle and fold. "Heeheeheehee haheeheeheeha!" And she couldn't even try to protect one foot with another. Not that it had done her any good before, but now she couldn't even try. "Heeheehaheehee heeheehahahee heeheeheeheehee!"
And now Alisha felt that demonic, horrible, wonderful device being gently forced between her legs. Felt Chup winding it up. Felt it rattle and vibrate, right against her pussy, adding its own jolt to the gentle, irresistible tickling her two captors applied to her legs and feet. Then the orgasm welled up inside her, and overcame her. She fought franticly against her bonds, and the struggle caused the pleasure to grip her even more tightly. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't. The struggle, the pleasure, was too sweet, too sweet, too sweet.
#
She came back to the world lying on her side, the gilt shackles once more clutching loosely her wrists and ankles. Her pajama bottoms were back in place, and Chup was watching her carefully.
"You," Alisha whispered accusingly.
"You're one day closer to being ready for the block in Ranchijammu," Chup told her calmly.
"Or to my father paying my ransom," Alisha said.
"Or to your father paying your ransom," Chup agreed.
to be continued
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