WARNING - Once more this series is linear versions only, very little background/shading/color present at all for now. I also have lacked speech bubbles...read the panel descriptions below. You are warned.
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A long time has passed since Kelyn, Safira and myself/Khali have vanished, taken somewhere by Scavenger's inquisitor Kitzalia and tortured in a delightful, er, dire manner...
Someone forgotten by Kitzalia (...and most of my fans...) has not forgotten their screams in the distance echoing in the night. Someone actively missing her friends, whom knows that the vile inquisitor has taken them, desperately wishes to find and rescue them...
...and have revenge as well.
So, with all of Khali's sneaky thief-types taken (if you say Keiko, I say shut up)...you send the next best thing to infiltrate a dungeon. Someone who can track; is at home in dark, wild places; someone who can hunt...PREY.
And Mistress Kitzalia herself is the best source of information of the prisoners' wherabouts...the victim IS the prey...
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PAGE 1:
Panel 1 - The expert tracker finds Kitzalia has resorted to the biggest cliche of dungeon complexes: back doors leading into equally dark forests surrounding their walls. Moonlit trees surrounding the dusty stone precipices offer ample spots for one so attuned to the wilds to patiently watch and wait. The poorly hidden door begins to creak open, letting a small amount of torch light from within upon the dark grasses outside. The shadow in the trees tenses up as it observes.
Panel 2 - A slim, cloaked figure with one gauntleted hand quietly emerges from the depths, her visage enshadowed by the hood and darkness. The figure's stance displays an attitude of power, dominance...and cruelty.
Panel 3 - Her quarry in site, the form amidst the branches silently moves her lithe fingers to the shaft of an arrow nestled in her quiver. She slowly slides the dart from its sheath, a small strange pouch tied to the wooden shaft.
Panel 4 - Part of the hooded person's face comes into view...her prey. The mistress has a vile smirk...what horrible things could she have done this evening deep within the dungeon.
Panel 5 - An equally nasty smile spreads across the lips of the hunter. Spiky strands of brown hair fall around her chin as she pulls back on her bowstring...arrow aimed directly at the target.
Panel 6 - The dart is released from the shadowed figure's grasp as the cloaked one shuts the barely concealed doorway and turned into the cool night air.
PAGE 2:
Panel 1 - THIP! The arrow makes barely any sound as it sinks into the grass between Mistress Kitzalia's boots. Unaware that she's been tracked, the surprise of an attack makes her step back, arms to her sides as her hood drops off. Immediately the impact with the ground jars the small pouch tied to the dart...and a white mist quickly spreads from it up towards Kitzalia's face.
Panel 2 - Shocked at the speed and accuracy of the attack, the inquisitor finds the gas quite effective as it swirls around her cycloptic face. She coughs harshly as it fills her lungs, becoming light-headed rather quickly. Clean air is hard to gasp...
Panel 3 - THUMP. The sleeping mist takes its full effect as consciousness seeps from Kitzalia's mind. Her now asleep body collapses to the ground, breathing a little more normally. Silently, her attacker drops to the ground in front of her, her slightly tan bare legs striding up to the prey...
PAGE 3: <Tickling/Torture starts here>
Panel 1 - [Note: Yes, that's supposed to be Kitzalia's view as her eye opens...the top and bottom parts would be black if I shaded this]. Groggy and her head reeling a tad, the inquisitor awakens an indeterminate time later...feeling pressure and some strange sensations on her body. The view of her single eye as it opens is somewhat hazy, but the sight is quite unique if she indeed is awake and not merely fantasizing: A strong looking bare foot directly in front of her face. And a strange bladed boomerang latched in a thigh-pouch beyond it...
Panel 2 - As the rest of her body slowly revives from its nap, aware of strange feelings here and there, Kitzalia stares in shock at the view before her. Two strong female legs are right in front of her. One rigidly is lodged directly between her ample breasts, the lovely foot only inches from her chin. The other ped makes its presence also felt as its rather dextrous toes curl, feather and flex against and around her left breast. Kitzalia actually feels her nipple(s) harden slightly as the soft yet strong toes press and swish about its tip through her thin leather top. She is less aware that she is missing certain items of clothing and accessories as she realizes her wrists are tied above and behind her head and her legs and waist are held, keeping her in a laying position. Even her neck is tied, not enough to choke but strong enough to keep her from doing the first thing that comes to mind: attemping to reach that near foot with her mouth. However, the bindings are just one reason why she can't do it...
Panel 3 - A few soft moans from the toes tickling her nipples soon break into screeches of laughter. The young female huntress...Aello...is literally laying atop the tied up Kitzalia...inverted. The amazon archer's legs are tantalizingly close to Kitz's face and shoulders while Aello's own face is somewhere in the other direction. The victim laughs hard and long as she realizes why her own feet suddenly feel cool: her boots have been removed and something soft is stroking her now exposed soles. Aello herself is still silent as she lay atop the mistress, somewhere high in a not-so-healthy tree illuminated by moonlight.
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Panel 1 - Quite aware from the coos and then screams of her prey, Aello begins asking questions. Softly at first, but her voice is clearly one of seduction, masking any hate at the moment as she writhes atop Kitz's form. With the inquisitor's poor feet restrained and her own breasts resting upon her victim's ankles, Aello begins methodically feathering each arch with the plumes of her arrows. As Kitz whines and chortles louder and harder, Ael responds to the thrashing form beneath her by augmenting the tickling. Feathers feverishly running up and down one sole, Aello presents an evil grin as she observes the wildly splaying and stretching toes...then beings to thread another plume quickly between each of the ten digits. All along her own foot is temptingly clenching and trailing its lovely toes all over Kitz's nipples. The rigid response tells her that the tables have clearly been reversed. The torturer Kitzalia is now enduring some of her own medicine.
Panel 2 - Tears begin streaming down her cheek as the frantic tickling on her feet and breasts increases. A line of drool drips from Kitzalia's constantly in motion lower lip. The amazon's left leg, formerly lodged between her heaving breasts, suddenly rises and Kitz can feel Aello's talented toes sliding under her chin...and then actually curling rapidly to tickle it! The archer was actually tickling Kitz's chin with her own toes! Perhaps if the poor victim was of a more stable mind she might realize how enticing and yet torturous this method would be...perhaps even to use herself. But Kitzalia was already far gone to think of it like that: the barrage of questions which she barely had enough gasping-laughing air to even try to answer was being cut off by the intense torture at her legs and the desire for those feet so close yet so far to her view. She found it hard to focus or contain herself...sweat was pouring from her brow...
PAGE 5:
Panel 1 - Aello suddenly shifted her weight and the pressure was off Kitzalia's frame. Giving her opponent no respite, but knowing full well what Kitz 'enjoyed', Aello sat next to her prey and raised her strong tan legs. She moved one set of toes right to Kitzalia's belly...and began feverishly wiggling her digits against the bare flesh. The mistress's stomach immediately quivered as it was tickled and fresh laughter bursted from Kitz's lips. With a purely SADISTIC expression, the amazon huntress raised her other leg and shoved her bare foot forcefully upon the tied up inquisitor's wet face, near her single eye but still well out of reach of the screaming mouth. She knew well what Kitzalia 'enjoyed' and this was it...but without the ability to touch one of Aello's precious feet, it would drive Kitz INSANE. Ael moved one arrow plume to the hardened nipples and then begin dragging and feathering directly between the heaving, bouncing breasts.
Kitzalia lost her mind...it was truly blown by the sensations racking her form high in the trees. It didn't matter if the air was cool, the temperature all around the two women seemed steamy. Chilled as it may have been soon after being emitted, sweat, saliva and tears flowed freely from Kitzalia. Torturous pain of tickling and seductive pleasure of temptation (not to mention being extremely turned on, apparently, looking at her raised nips) that this Aello was engulfing her with threatened to make her pass out again. The plume was agonizing as it spread its feathers crisply against each bountiful breast. The bouncing tootsies near her belly were now deliberaly moving down her waist and pushing her pant-waist downwards...Ael was moving those digits to Kitz's nether regions...which were already rather wet. And that sexy foot upon her face...the smooth, warm sole pressing firmly there. If only she could get her tongue to it for a second, but even that muscle was already extended and panting with drool gushing from her moaning lips, unable to even get close.
Pure...torture...Aello was clearly showing...dominance...
Aello smirked with vile, sadistic glee. She would get her answers...and her prey would not soon forget this night or this position. She spoke, her talented foot pressing even harder as it wiggled its cute toes.
"Let me ask one more time...where...are...THEY?!"
<end?>
*****
So sue me, it was practically a story. 😉 I'll dump some more comments later, but I think you can assume my personal favorite page/panel was the last...especially Aello's expression (and foot use).
Of course, many thanks to the talented Scavenger for his tribute images and for creating the delightfully evil Kitzalia. ^^
Enjoy.
Khali
*****
A long time has passed since Kelyn, Safira and myself/Khali have vanished, taken somewhere by Scavenger's inquisitor Kitzalia and tortured in a delightful, er, dire manner...
Someone forgotten by Kitzalia (...and most of my fans...) has not forgotten their screams in the distance echoing in the night. Someone actively missing her friends, whom knows that the vile inquisitor has taken them, desperately wishes to find and rescue them...
...and have revenge as well.
So, with all of Khali's sneaky thief-types taken (if you say Keiko, I say shut up)...you send the next best thing to infiltrate a dungeon. Someone who can track; is at home in dark, wild places; someone who can hunt...PREY.
And Mistress Kitzalia herself is the best source of information of the prisoners' wherabouts...the victim IS the prey...
-----
PAGE 1:
Panel 1 - The expert tracker finds Kitzalia has resorted to the biggest cliche of dungeon complexes: back doors leading into equally dark forests surrounding their walls. Moonlit trees surrounding the dusty stone precipices offer ample spots for one so attuned to the wilds to patiently watch and wait. The poorly hidden door begins to creak open, letting a small amount of torch light from within upon the dark grasses outside. The shadow in the trees tenses up as it observes.
Panel 2 - A slim, cloaked figure with one gauntleted hand quietly emerges from the depths, her visage enshadowed by the hood and darkness. The figure's stance displays an attitude of power, dominance...and cruelty.
Panel 3 - Her quarry in site, the form amidst the branches silently moves her lithe fingers to the shaft of an arrow nestled in her quiver. She slowly slides the dart from its sheath, a small strange pouch tied to the wooden shaft.
Panel 4 - Part of the hooded person's face comes into view...her prey. The mistress has a vile smirk...what horrible things could she have done this evening deep within the dungeon.
Panel 5 - An equally nasty smile spreads across the lips of the hunter. Spiky strands of brown hair fall around her chin as she pulls back on her bowstring...arrow aimed directly at the target.
Panel 6 - The dart is released from the shadowed figure's grasp as the cloaked one shuts the barely concealed doorway and turned into the cool night air.
PAGE 2:
Panel 1 - THIP! The arrow makes barely any sound as it sinks into the grass between Mistress Kitzalia's boots. Unaware that she's been tracked, the surprise of an attack makes her step back, arms to her sides as her hood drops off. Immediately the impact with the ground jars the small pouch tied to the dart...and a white mist quickly spreads from it up towards Kitzalia's face.
Panel 2 - Shocked at the speed and accuracy of the attack, the inquisitor finds the gas quite effective as it swirls around her cycloptic face. She coughs harshly as it fills her lungs, becoming light-headed rather quickly. Clean air is hard to gasp...
Panel 3 - THUMP. The sleeping mist takes its full effect as consciousness seeps from Kitzalia's mind. Her now asleep body collapses to the ground, breathing a little more normally. Silently, her attacker drops to the ground in front of her, her slightly tan bare legs striding up to the prey...
PAGE 3: <Tickling/Torture starts here>
Panel 1 - [Note: Yes, that's supposed to be Kitzalia's view as her eye opens...the top and bottom parts would be black if I shaded this]. Groggy and her head reeling a tad, the inquisitor awakens an indeterminate time later...feeling pressure and some strange sensations on her body. The view of her single eye as it opens is somewhat hazy, but the sight is quite unique if she indeed is awake and not merely fantasizing: A strong looking bare foot directly in front of her face. And a strange bladed boomerang latched in a thigh-pouch beyond it...
Panel 2 - As the rest of her body slowly revives from its nap, aware of strange feelings here and there, Kitzalia stares in shock at the view before her. Two strong female legs are right in front of her. One rigidly is lodged directly between her ample breasts, the lovely foot only inches from her chin. The other ped makes its presence also felt as its rather dextrous toes curl, feather and flex against and around her left breast. Kitzalia actually feels her nipple(s) harden slightly as the soft yet strong toes press and swish about its tip through her thin leather top. She is less aware that she is missing certain items of clothing and accessories as she realizes her wrists are tied above and behind her head and her legs and waist are held, keeping her in a laying position. Even her neck is tied, not enough to choke but strong enough to keep her from doing the first thing that comes to mind: attemping to reach that near foot with her mouth. However, the bindings are just one reason why she can't do it...
Panel 3 - A few soft moans from the toes tickling her nipples soon break into screeches of laughter. The young female huntress...Aello...is literally laying atop the tied up Kitzalia...inverted. The amazon archer's legs are tantalizingly close to Kitz's face and shoulders while Aello's own face is somewhere in the other direction. The victim laughs hard and long as she realizes why her own feet suddenly feel cool: her boots have been removed and something soft is stroking her now exposed soles. Aello herself is still silent as she lay atop the mistress, somewhere high in a not-so-healthy tree illuminated by moonlight.
PAGE 4:
Panel 1 - Quite aware from the coos and then screams of her prey, Aello begins asking questions. Softly at first, but her voice is clearly one of seduction, masking any hate at the moment as she writhes atop Kitz's form. With the inquisitor's poor feet restrained and her own breasts resting upon her victim's ankles, Aello begins methodically feathering each arch with the plumes of her arrows. As Kitz whines and chortles louder and harder, Ael responds to the thrashing form beneath her by augmenting the tickling. Feathers feverishly running up and down one sole, Aello presents an evil grin as she observes the wildly splaying and stretching toes...then beings to thread another plume quickly between each of the ten digits. All along her own foot is temptingly clenching and trailing its lovely toes all over Kitz's nipples. The rigid response tells her that the tables have clearly been reversed. The torturer Kitzalia is now enduring some of her own medicine.
Panel 2 - Tears begin streaming down her cheek as the frantic tickling on her feet and breasts increases. A line of drool drips from Kitzalia's constantly in motion lower lip. The amazon's left leg, formerly lodged between her heaving breasts, suddenly rises and Kitz can feel Aello's talented toes sliding under her chin...and then actually curling rapidly to tickle it! The archer was actually tickling Kitz's chin with her own toes! Perhaps if the poor victim was of a more stable mind she might realize how enticing and yet torturous this method would be...perhaps even to use herself. But Kitzalia was already far gone to think of it like that: the barrage of questions which she barely had enough gasping-laughing air to even try to answer was being cut off by the intense torture at her legs and the desire for those feet so close yet so far to her view. She found it hard to focus or contain herself...sweat was pouring from her brow...
PAGE 5:
Panel 1 - Aello suddenly shifted her weight and the pressure was off Kitzalia's frame. Giving her opponent no respite, but knowing full well what Kitz 'enjoyed', Aello sat next to her prey and raised her strong tan legs. She moved one set of toes right to Kitzalia's belly...and began feverishly wiggling her digits against the bare flesh. The mistress's stomach immediately quivered as it was tickled and fresh laughter bursted from Kitz's lips. With a purely SADISTIC expression, the amazon huntress raised her other leg and shoved her bare foot forcefully upon the tied up inquisitor's wet face, near her single eye but still well out of reach of the screaming mouth. She knew well what Kitzalia 'enjoyed' and this was it...but without the ability to touch one of Aello's precious feet, it would drive Kitz INSANE. Ael moved one arrow plume to the hardened nipples and then begin dragging and feathering directly between the heaving, bouncing breasts.
Kitzalia lost her mind...it was truly blown by the sensations racking her form high in the trees. It didn't matter if the air was cool, the temperature all around the two women seemed steamy. Chilled as it may have been soon after being emitted, sweat, saliva and tears flowed freely from Kitzalia. Torturous pain of tickling and seductive pleasure of temptation (not to mention being extremely turned on, apparently, looking at her raised nips) that this Aello was engulfing her with threatened to make her pass out again. The plume was agonizing as it spread its feathers crisply against each bountiful breast. The bouncing tootsies near her belly were now deliberaly moving down her waist and pushing her pant-waist downwards...Ael was moving those digits to Kitz's nether regions...which were already rather wet. And that sexy foot upon her face...the smooth, warm sole pressing firmly there. If only she could get her tongue to it for a second, but even that muscle was already extended and panting with drool gushing from her moaning lips, unable to even get close.
Pure...torture...Aello was clearly showing...dominance...
Aello smirked with vile, sadistic glee. She would get her answers...and her prey would not soon forget this night or this position. She spoke, her talented foot pressing even harder as it wiggled its cute toes.
"Let me ask one more time...where...are...THEY?!"
<end?>
*****
So sue me, it was practically a story. 😉 I'll dump some more comments later, but I think you can assume my personal favorite page/panel was the last...especially Aello's expression (and foot use).
Of course, many thanks to the talented Scavenger for his tribute images and for creating the delightfully evil Kitzalia. ^^
Enjoy.
Khali
