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“Lord Cedric Galloway has been accused of the embezzlement of royal funds,”. Queen Natalia said in a regal voice while sitting on her majestic throne, “You have been found guilty and brought in front of this court for punishment. Lord Cedric, do you have a statement to make before sentencing?”
Lord Cedric stood before the throne wearing his finest tunic and hose. He had a look of disdain on his face as he stared at his monarch unflinchingly. He also seemed barely aware of the snickering around him from the other Lords and Ladies that served as the audience.
“Your Majesty,” Lord Cedric said in a prim and proper voice, “I must again protest these proceedings. My family has been nobility for generations. Like all such families, my family has enemies. Surely your court would do better to investigate these persons instead of blaming a Galloway.”
Everyone agreed that the Queen was the epitome of style and grace. In her late fifties, she still had much of her beauty and energy, but had managed to gain the look of wisdom and shrewdness. She was admired by all her subject if not loved. Admired and a bit afraid.
Now she simply stared at the man who was twenty years her junior. Displeasure was written across her face, a look that had made most people panic. Yet Lord Cedric returned it without blinking.
“Cedric, you were the kingdom’s exchecker, a position of great responsibility. Not only have you abused that trust but have the gall to stand here showing no remorse of any kind. We are most displeased.
The crowd of nobles held their breath. Something big was coming.
“Therefore,” the Queen said sternly, “I sentence you to The Hunt. Let my judgement go forth throughout the land. At dawn, Lord Cedric Galloway becomes prey.
The Hunt. It was a punishment rarely used on nobility. Sentencing Cedric to be prey showed how angry the Queen truly was. The gathered nobility, which only minutes before had found great humor in the trial, gasped in shock when the sentence was passed down.
The Queen was a woman of…exotic sexual tastes. As supreme monarch, she used all her subjects to indulge those tastes, and The Hunt was the direct result. It required a person, designated as the prey to be released into the village wearing only a pair of shorts, sandals and a dog collar. Everyone in the village could then hunt him like an animal.
That wasn’t the worst part. If any of the hunters could subdue him and force him to submit, he would be forced to be their slave for a period determined by th Queen. It was the ultimate in humiliation and even worse for a noble.
And that wasn't even the exotic part. Violence was forbidden during the Hunt as the Queen abhorred bloodshed. Instead, the weapon the hunters used, the technique that would break the prey was tickling.
The Hunt wasn't the only tickling related activity the Queen had forced on her subject. Public tickling, with the prisoners in stocks or with their hands tied over their, were becoming more common. The most ticklish people dreaded being invited to her ‘Parties’ knowing they would be the entertainment.
Despite being shocked when it first began, years later the Hunt was treated as a sport by the populace, a contest of wills between one person and everyone else in the village. If the Prey won, their victory was celebrated as a great triumph. If they lost…well, observing their humiliation was almost as good for some people.
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The sun was low in the west, signaling that sunset was only an hour or two away. In the middle of summer, that meant that the day was more than half over. Lord Cedric would have gloated had anyone been there. He was still free, and he knew exactly why too. As a nobleman, he had superior genes, superior intelligence and superior breeding. The commoners had no chance of defeating a man like him.
He’d managed to hide from some of the lowly peasants, run from others and even out tickle a few. Victory would be his as there was no one who could prove themselves his better.
Not that Cedric hadn’t had some close calls. When fleeing from Duchess Gwendolin and her handmaiden, he had turned a corner and ended up face to face with his ex-wife Lady Celia, a sorceress of some skill. Before he could react, Celia had stared deep into his eyes, taking control of his mind and muscles.
As she forced him to follow her into a nearby building, Cedric had felt a growing sense of dread. Their marriage had been a bad time for him. Celia had been able to use her magic to dominate and torment him. Cedric had only been able to get away from her after he had gotten enough influence at court to force a separation.
“Your mine again, forever,” she had whispered in her sultry voice as she made Cedric follow her like an obedient pet. Celia was a raven haired beauty, with long legs, large breasts and wearing a low cut evening dress. Many men would have followed her without being bewitched.
Once in the building, Celia had started the torment. Her magic forced him to raise his arms over his head and then started tickling what had always been her favorite spot, his underarms. Cedric had almost forgotten had brutal her fingernails were, sharp and deadly, four fingers glided around and around his hollows while her thumb drilled into that spot at the bottom of his pits closest to his ribs.
Her favorite trick though, was just to use her index finger, swirling around and around the tufts of hair at each underarm’s center. It was a touch she had mastered years ago and would have made him scream hysterically and beg for mercy. Except he couldn’t.
Not wanting to be discovered until she had finished the job, Celia had also used her magic to force him to be silent. Unable to make a noise, Cedric’s laughter built inside him like a volcano. Sweat beaded his forehead and tears streamed down his cheeks. Unable to move a muscle, all he could do was stand there grinning like an idiot.
After exploiting that area of his body, Celia had gone for the kill. Pulling his shorts down to his knees, she had pulled a feather out of a hidden pocket. Seeing her former husband was already fully erect, she began stroking his shaft with the plume.
For Cedric, it was like being hit by a wall of energy. Every nerve in his body cried out as that soft bit of fluff made its way up and down, up and down his shaft.
“I knew you’d be hard for me,” Celia had whispered, “Tell me you love me. Say it, say it my new slave! Say it or I’ll tickle you for a week after I break you. Say it or I’ll use some new spells I’ve learned on you. Trust me, those will be worse than this.”
Somehow, Cedric didn’t say it, even when Celia swirled the feather around the head of his penis. He fought internally, using all his willpower. The worst part was that he knew if Celia kept up with the feather, he would cum no matter what he did.
“You know what that collar does?” Celia had taunted, “It lets the Queen watch all of this back in her parlor along with her friends. Right now, they are enjoying your suffering while betting on how long you’ll last. Personally, I give you five minutes.”
What ended up saving him was some noise coming from the alley behind the building. Nervous that it was more players who would take her prize away, she had gone out there to ensure they went away empty handed. That gave Cedric his chance.
When Celia had demanded that he ‘Say it’ over and over, that had broken the spell of silence she had put over him. It was difficult, but Cedric started to speak, reciting a chant that would break her control over his body. He had learned it during their marriage to defend himself.
It worked. Once he had regained control over his own body, Cedric had pulled up his shorts and run like hell.
That hadn’t been the last time Cedric almost lost to someone either. After escaping Celia, he found no one for blocks (he suspected Celia had used her magic to force everyone to stay away). That enabled him to get into the woods on the outside of the town. It was there that he was stalked by a Bronwyn.
Bronwyn was Captain of the Queen’s Guard, a warrior woman. Her lithe, muscular body, a body like a great cat, allowed her to run for days. Cedric ducked and darted between trees and under branches like a rabbit, knowing if she got her hands on him, he’d never be strong enough to get away.
“Give it up, Cedric! You are far too feeble to get away from me! You know you can't get away from me little doggie! You’ll be a trophy, one I can hang on my wall!”
Cedric also knew that Bronwyn had a strong dislike for men, considering them the lesser sex, and loved proving her superiority to them. That was especially true of men engaged in scholarly pursuits and dilettantes. Cedric was both. He didn’t know what life as her slave would be, but it wouldn't be good.
So he ran. Not that Cedric thought he could get away. He was already breathing hard and feeling his legs ache, while Bronwyn could run for days. She slipped to through the woods and under branches like a deer. With every second, she grew closer
Then it happened. When he stumbled into a clearing with a river running through it, Bronwyn decided the chase had gone on long enough. It was time to bring down her prey. She pulled out a hand crossbow and with one fluid movement shot him in the stomach.
It wasn’t a normal arrow, of course. That would have drawn the Queen’s wrath. Instead, it was a special one with a spherical head. When it hit Cedric’s bare belly, the sphere burst open and covered his abs with a green goo. It was sticky and felt strange on his skin
The goo started wiggling and vibrating, pushing into his soft belly like fingers. Cedric immediately erupted into laughter. He grabbed at the goo, trying to pull it off his sensitive midsection, but it was stuck fast, pulsating against his skin.
“Even slime is stronger than you! I don’t have to touch you to break you! You’re barely even a man,” Bronwyn called out, her voice ringing with sarcasm.
The tickling robbed Cedric of all coordination, making running almost impossible. Still, he struggled, lurching towards the river, Bronwyn just stood there, watching triumphantly. She had no doubt that the slime would take down her prey. She put away her weapon and started walking forward, knowing victory was at hand.
When a fingerlike projection slipped into his bellybutton, Cedric stumbled and fell to the ground, laughing louder and louder. Knowing he was in another desperate situation, that a woman was coming closer and closer that he couldn’t possibly get away from, Cedric did the only thing he could do. He rolled.
It was quite a sight, Cedric bellowing, clawing at his belly, rolling and rolling to the water. Bronwyn could have caught him, should have caught him. Maybe she was just too fascinated watching the show, or maybe she just assumed Cedric would stop at the water’s edge.
She was quite surprised when he went into the river.
It was the river that saved him. The water had an instant effect on the goo, making it move slower, become less malleable. It almost took a half a minute for the tickling to stop completely. Once it did, Cedric had started swimming as fast as he could.
Despite what Bronwyn thought, Cedric was an excellent swimmer, practicing almost every day in the small lake on his estates. Unseen, he quickly put distance between himself and Bronwyn. Cedric was able to get far enough away that he was able to surface and sneak a breath without the muscular woman seeing him. Then he was gone.
The river was fast moving and deep enough to completely hide him. Cedric, surfacing only every minute or so to take a breath, was sure it would take him beyond any possible pursuit. It could be his ticket to defeating the Hunt. He never anticipated it would be the river itself that proved dangerous.
He barely saw her before she was on top of him. It was a Nixie, a sylvan creature that lived underwater and looked a lot like a beautiful, naked human female. Their skin was tinged slightly blue, and their hair the color of seaweed. That enabled them to hide underwater and not be seen.
Using that natural camouflage, the Nixie was able to sneak up on Cedric. One second, he was sliding through the water, the next it was right in front of him. Before he could react, she reached out and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Then it started tickling his behind.
The nixie moved behind Cedric faster than he could see. Her fingers hurt his backside like jets of water. They felt more like thicker, warmer water and flesh and blood. They also tickled like crazy. Cedric let out a giant bubble as the tickling forced the air out of his lungs.
Cedric tried to turn around, to face the nixie, but underwater, the creature was faster than any human could be. She could literally swim circles around him. She stayed behind him, letting her let her watery fingers poke his ass, the back of his thighs and behind his knees.
A stream ran up his crack, another slipped between and caressed his puckered asshole. Then one managed to find his taint, and Cedric lost it.
He looked like a dog trying to chase his tail, spinning and spinning but never able to keep up with the nixie, never able to shake those damn fingers of hers. Bubbles kept coming out of his mouth, air escaping instead of laughter. Part of him wondered if when they made their way to the surface, they made a squeal when they popped.
The tickling lasted long enough that Cedric certainly would have died if not for the nixie. Every so often, it would slide in front of Cedric and kiss him deeply, sending life granting oxygen into his lungs. Then she was gone, tickling him again.
One more time, he was desperate. How could he get away from someone that might as well have been part of the river itself? The nixie could keep him there as long as she wanted, though why, Cedric had no idea. Was it possible to become a slave to a sylvan creature? Maybe it was just playing some kind of game, or maybe the collar called to it, broadcasting a need to tickle its wearer.
There was even a legend of an underwater city that the nixies kept men as breeding stock. But that was only a legend. Still it added a level of urgency to Cedric's struggles.
It was only when Cedric’s hands went to his sides to support muscles exhausted from the effort of swimming that he found an answer. Some of the goo was still clinging onto his skin, now feeling like thick mud. He was able to pull a handful off his skin and waited.
When the nixie next came around to breathe oxygen into his lungs, Cedric shoved that handful of goo into her face.
A creature of water, having something mostly solid on her face was a new sensation. She quickly pulled away, hands going to her face to remove the foreign substance. Cedric used that time to swim to the side and pull himself out of the watery tickle trap.
Somehow, he made it to the bank before the nixie could grab him and pulled himself out. Looking back, there was an usual disturbance, but the water settled down quickly.
Afterwards, he just lay on the grass, enjoying the sun and breathing. Cedric knew he had had a close call, but took great pride that he escaped. Even better, his sandals had somehow stayed on, though his shorts were long gone.
Lord Cedric stood before the throne wearing his finest tunic and hose. He had a look of disdain on his face as he stared at his monarch unflinchingly. He also seemed barely aware of the snickering around him from the other Lords and Ladies that served as the audience.
“Your Majesty,” Lord Cedric said in a prim and proper voice, “I must again protest these proceedings. My family has been nobility for generations. Like all such families, my family has enemies. Surely your court would do better to investigate these persons instead of blaming a Galloway.”
Everyone agreed that the Queen was the epitome of style and grace. In her late fifties, she still had much of her beauty and energy, but had managed to gain the look of wisdom and shrewdness. She was admired by all her subject if not loved. Admired and a bit afraid.
Now she simply stared at the man who was twenty years her junior. Displeasure was written across her face, a look that had made most people panic. Yet Lord Cedric returned it without blinking.
“Cedric, you were the kingdom’s exchecker, a position of great responsibility. Not only have you abused that trust but have the gall to stand here showing no remorse of any kind. We are most displeased.
The crowd of nobles held their breath. Something big was coming.
“Therefore,” the Queen said sternly, “I sentence you to The Hunt. Let my judgement go forth throughout the land. At dawn, Lord Cedric Galloway becomes prey.
The Hunt. It was a punishment rarely used on nobility. Sentencing Cedric to be prey showed how angry the Queen truly was. The gathered nobility, which only minutes before had found great humor in the trial, gasped in shock when the sentence was passed down.
The Queen was a woman of…exotic sexual tastes. As supreme monarch, she used all her subjects to indulge those tastes, and The Hunt was the direct result. It required a person, designated as the prey to be released into the village wearing only a pair of shorts, sandals and a dog collar. Everyone in the village could then hunt him like an animal.
That wasn’t the worst part. If any of the hunters could subdue him and force him to submit, he would be forced to be their slave for a period determined by th Queen. It was the ultimate in humiliation and even worse for a noble.
And that wasn't even the exotic part. Violence was forbidden during the Hunt as the Queen abhorred bloodshed. Instead, the weapon the hunters used, the technique that would break the prey was tickling.
The Hunt wasn't the only tickling related activity the Queen had forced on her subject. Public tickling, with the prisoners in stocks or with their hands tied over their, were becoming more common. The most ticklish people dreaded being invited to her ‘Parties’ knowing they would be the entertainment.
Despite being shocked when it first began, years later the Hunt was treated as a sport by the populace, a contest of wills between one person and everyone else in the village. If the Prey won, their victory was celebrated as a great triumph. If they lost…well, observing their humiliation was almost as good for some people.
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The sun was low in the west, signaling that sunset was only an hour or two away. In the middle of summer, that meant that the day was more than half over. Lord Cedric would have gloated had anyone been there. He was still free, and he knew exactly why too. As a nobleman, he had superior genes, superior intelligence and superior breeding. The commoners had no chance of defeating a man like him.
He’d managed to hide from some of the lowly peasants, run from others and even out tickle a few. Victory would be his as there was no one who could prove themselves his better.
Not that Cedric hadn’t had some close calls. When fleeing from Duchess Gwendolin and her handmaiden, he had turned a corner and ended up face to face with his ex-wife Lady Celia, a sorceress of some skill. Before he could react, Celia had stared deep into his eyes, taking control of his mind and muscles.
As she forced him to follow her into a nearby building, Cedric had felt a growing sense of dread. Their marriage had been a bad time for him. Celia had been able to use her magic to dominate and torment him. Cedric had only been able to get away from her after he had gotten enough influence at court to force a separation.
“Your mine again, forever,” she had whispered in her sultry voice as she made Cedric follow her like an obedient pet. Celia was a raven haired beauty, with long legs, large breasts and wearing a low cut evening dress. Many men would have followed her without being bewitched.
Once in the building, Celia had started the torment. Her magic forced him to raise his arms over his head and then started tickling what had always been her favorite spot, his underarms. Cedric had almost forgotten had brutal her fingernails were, sharp and deadly, four fingers glided around and around his hollows while her thumb drilled into that spot at the bottom of his pits closest to his ribs.
Her favorite trick though, was just to use her index finger, swirling around and around the tufts of hair at each underarm’s center. It was a touch she had mastered years ago and would have made him scream hysterically and beg for mercy. Except he couldn’t.
Not wanting to be discovered until she had finished the job, Celia had also used her magic to force him to be silent. Unable to make a noise, Cedric’s laughter built inside him like a volcano. Sweat beaded his forehead and tears streamed down his cheeks. Unable to move a muscle, all he could do was stand there grinning like an idiot.
After exploiting that area of his body, Celia had gone for the kill. Pulling his shorts down to his knees, she had pulled a feather out of a hidden pocket. Seeing her former husband was already fully erect, she began stroking his shaft with the plume.
For Cedric, it was like being hit by a wall of energy. Every nerve in his body cried out as that soft bit of fluff made its way up and down, up and down his shaft.
“I knew you’d be hard for me,” Celia had whispered, “Tell me you love me. Say it, say it my new slave! Say it or I’ll tickle you for a week after I break you. Say it or I’ll use some new spells I’ve learned on you. Trust me, those will be worse than this.”
Somehow, Cedric didn’t say it, even when Celia swirled the feather around the head of his penis. He fought internally, using all his willpower. The worst part was that he knew if Celia kept up with the feather, he would cum no matter what he did.
“You know what that collar does?” Celia had taunted, “It lets the Queen watch all of this back in her parlor along with her friends. Right now, they are enjoying your suffering while betting on how long you’ll last. Personally, I give you five minutes.”
What ended up saving him was some noise coming from the alley behind the building. Nervous that it was more players who would take her prize away, she had gone out there to ensure they went away empty handed. That gave Cedric his chance.
When Celia had demanded that he ‘Say it’ over and over, that had broken the spell of silence she had put over him. It was difficult, but Cedric started to speak, reciting a chant that would break her control over his body. He had learned it during their marriage to defend himself.
It worked. Once he had regained control over his own body, Cedric had pulled up his shorts and run like hell.
That hadn’t been the last time Cedric almost lost to someone either. After escaping Celia, he found no one for blocks (he suspected Celia had used her magic to force everyone to stay away). That enabled him to get into the woods on the outside of the town. It was there that he was stalked by a Bronwyn.
Bronwyn was Captain of the Queen’s Guard, a warrior woman. Her lithe, muscular body, a body like a great cat, allowed her to run for days. Cedric ducked and darted between trees and under branches like a rabbit, knowing if she got her hands on him, he’d never be strong enough to get away.
“Give it up, Cedric! You are far too feeble to get away from me! You know you can't get away from me little doggie! You’ll be a trophy, one I can hang on my wall!”
Cedric also knew that Bronwyn had a strong dislike for men, considering them the lesser sex, and loved proving her superiority to them. That was especially true of men engaged in scholarly pursuits and dilettantes. Cedric was both. He didn’t know what life as her slave would be, but it wouldn't be good.
So he ran. Not that Cedric thought he could get away. He was already breathing hard and feeling his legs ache, while Bronwyn could run for days. She slipped to through the woods and under branches like a deer. With every second, she grew closer
Then it happened. When he stumbled into a clearing with a river running through it, Bronwyn decided the chase had gone on long enough. It was time to bring down her prey. She pulled out a hand crossbow and with one fluid movement shot him in the stomach.
It wasn’t a normal arrow, of course. That would have drawn the Queen’s wrath. Instead, it was a special one with a spherical head. When it hit Cedric’s bare belly, the sphere burst open and covered his abs with a green goo. It was sticky and felt strange on his skin
The goo started wiggling and vibrating, pushing into his soft belly like fingers. Cedric immediately erupted into laughter. He grabbed at the goo, trying to pull it off his sensitive midsection, but it was stuck fast, pulsating against his skin.
“Even slime is stronger than you! I don’t have to touch you to break you! You’re barely even a man,” Bronwyn called out, her voice ringing with sarcasm.
The tickling robbed Cedric of all coordination, making running almost impossible. Still, he struggled, lurching towards the river, Bronwyn just stood there, watching triumphantly. She had no doubt that the slime would take down her prey. She put away her weapon and started walking forward, knowing victory was at hand.
When a fingerlike projection slipped into his bellybutton, Cedric stumbled and fell to the ground, laughing louder and louder. Knowing he was in another desperate situation, that a woman was coming closer and closer that he couldn’t possibly get away from, Cedric did the only thing he could do. He rolled.
It was quite a sight, Cedric bellowing, clawing at his belly, rolling and rolling to the water. Bronwyn could have caught him, should have caught him. Maybe she was just too fascinated watching the show, or maybe she just assumed Cedric would stop at the water’s edge.
She was quite surprised when he went into the river.
It was the river that saved him. The water had an instant effect on the goo, making it move slower, become less malleable. It almost took a half a minute for the tickling to stop completely. Once it did, Cedric had started swimming as fast as he could.
Despite what Bronwyn thought, Cedric was an excellent swimmer, practicing almost every day in the small lake on his estates. Unseen, he quickly put distance between himself and Bronwyn. Cedric was able to get far enough away that he was able to surface and sneak a breath without the muscular woman seeing him. Then he was gone.
The river was fast moving and deep enough to completely hide him. Cedric, surfacing only every minute or so to take a breath, was sure it would take him beyond any possible pursuit. It could be his ticket to defeating the Hunt. He never anticipated it would be the river itself that proved dangerous.
He barely saw her before she was on top of him. It was a Nixie, a sylvan creature that lived underwater and looked a lot like a beautiful, naked human female. Their skin was tinged slightly blue, and their hair the color of seaweed. That enabled them to hide underwater and not be seen.
Using that natural camouflage, the Nixie was able to sneak up on Cedric. One second, he was sliding through the water, the next it was right in front of him. Before he could react, she reached out and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Then it started tickling his behind.
The nixie moved behind Cedric faster than he could see. Her fingers hurt his backside like jets of water. They felt more like thicker, warmer water and flesh and blood. They also tickled like crazy. Cedric let out a giant bubble as the tickling forced the air out of his lungs.
Cedric tried to turn around, to face the nixie, but underwater, the creature was faster than any human could be. She could literally swim circles around him. She stayed behind him, letting her let her watery fingers poke his ass, the back of his thighs and behind his knees.
A stream ran up his crack, another slipped between and caressed his puckered asshole. Then one managed to find his taint, and Cedric lost it.
He looked like a dog trying to chase his tail, spinning and spinning but never able to keep up with the nixie, never able to shake those damn fingers of hers. Bubbles kept coming out of his mouth, air escaping instead of laughter. Part of him wondered if when they made their way to the surface, they made a squeal when they popped.
The tickling lasted long enough that Cedric certainly would have died if not for the nixie. Every so often, it would slide in front of Cedric and kiss him deeply, sending life granting oxygen into his lungs. Then she was gone, tickling him again.
One more time, he was desperate. How could he get away from someone that might as well have been part of the river itself? The nixie could keep him there as long as she wanted, though why, Cedric had no idea. Was it possible to become a slave to a sylvan creature? Maybe it was just playing some kind of game, or maybe the collar called to it, broadcasting a need to tickle its wearer.
There was even a legend of an underwater city that the nixies kept men as breeding stock. But that was only a legend. Still it added a level of urgency to Cedric's struggles.
It was only when Cedric’s hands went to his sides to support muscles exhausted from the effort of swimming that he found an answer. Some of the goo was still clinging onto his skin, now feeling like thick mud. He was able to pull a handful off his skin and waited.
When the nixie next came around to breathe oxygen into his lungs, Cedric shoved that handful of goo into her face.
A creature of water, having something mostly solid on her face was a new sensation. She quickly pulled away, hands going to her face to remove the foreign substance. Cedric used that time to swim to the side and pull himself out of the watery tickle trap.
Somehow, he made it to the bank before the nixie could grab him and pulled himself out. Looking back, there was an usual disturbance, but the water settled down quickly.
Afterwards, he just lay on the grass, enjoying the sun and breathing. Cedric knew he had had a close call, but took great pride that he escaped. Even better, his sandals had somehow stayed on, though his shorts were long gone.
