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This just popped into my head and I had to get it out. After this I promise to do a sequel to an existing story. If you'd like to help decide which you can take the poll below.
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317484-Which-Story-Needs-a-Sequel
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THE CHICKEN THIEF
“Chicken Thief! 3 days in the stocks!”
CLACK! The stocks echoed through the square as they clapped down tightly upon the young lad’s ankles. He wore a dumbfounded expression unaware of the torture and humiliation soon to befall him.
It was that loud clack that drew Lady Genevieve’s attention. She had been perusing the fine pottery and trinkets in the expensive shops next to the square when she heard it. Genevieve set down the gold bracelet she had been inspecting to get a better look.
In the square sat a handsome young man in fine clothes, a bit dusty and disheveled upon where the guard had grasped him. He sat on a firm wooden bench and his wrists and ankles were locked tightly before him in bulky oaken stockades. The lad himself was strapping, clean-shaven, and appeared utterly baffled. She could tell from his appearance that he was likely from a noble family (although likely not as wealthy as her own. That is, not wealthy enough to bribe their way out of this kind of thing.)
That having been said, bribery had become less and less common since the appointment of Justice Norgard. Norgard had risen to power shortly after the Derrywood Rebellion in which a small group of colonists attempted to separate from the kingdom. Anyone found aiding the separatists swiftly found themselves at the hands of the Justice. The Derrywood Rebellion had long past, but Norgard remained in power, doling out harsh punishments to any criminal placed before him. Surely the young man before her had been goaded by his rambunctious friends to steal a chicken, and had unwittingly found himself at the receiving end of Norgard’s wrath.
He believed that even highborn citizens should be punished for crimes, petty as they may be. One of Norgard’s most common sentences was time in the town stocks. He felt it wasn’t enough for a wealthy offender to pay their way out of trouble. They MUST be punished, and for wealthy high born citizens there was no punishment more poignant than public torture and humiliation. Nary a week went by without some high class offender spending some amount of time locked in the stocks.
She had not yet seen one of these public humiliations in person until today.
Genevieve was mesmerized. She walked toward.
She sauntered elegantly toward the square, her silky raven hair flowing in the breeze. With every step her eyes filled more with curious amusement. Several peasants had thrown small rotten vegetables at him, laughing as he recoiled. Genevieve laughed as well, but she had a different activity in mind.
She had heard of people tickle tortured in the stocks before and felt this was a perfect chance to give it a try. When she arrived at the stocks the vegetable throwing ceased. She began to remove the man’s fine leather shoes.
He immediately began to panic.
“Oh no, please, milady. I beg of you. Do not tickle me.”
“You expect me to forgive your crime?” said the amused Genevieve with a smirk.
She tossed his shoes into the crowd behind her.
“No milady. My only wish is that you show me mercy,” pleaded the man.
She removed his socks and again tossed them behind her. His smooth, well groomed bare feet confirmed that he was in fact high born.
“Hmm, your wish is denied,” calmly stated Genevieve as she scribbled his feet with gusto.
“Hahahaha! No, pleahahahaha, stahahaha” the man threw his head back in laughter.
The crowd followed suit and laughed along at his predicament.
Genevieve ran her sharp manicured nails up and down the soles of his feet. He struggled to make the sensations stop, but was completely unable. His toes wiggled wildly and fingers contorted in anguish. But alas, his struggles yielded no relief. Genevieve continued stroking up and down his bare feet without pause.
She continued to tickle torture the man for almost 40 minutes, at which point she bid him farewell. The man had only a split second of respite before a group of giggling maidens deemed it their turn and resumed the tickling. The man howled in agony.
Genevieve smiled.
Genevieve got a distinct thrill out of tickling people (always had, ever since the week growing up she managed to tie up her poor nanny.) But her dear husband Colin couldn’t stand it. He was also from a noble family, one even wealthier than her own. They had been together for 5 years, and although she loved the lavish life being with him afforded her, she wasn’t fulfilled. It wasn’t that Colin was not a very attentive lover. Whenever she asked to be pleased he would please her. It’s just that something else was missing. He was the most ticklish person she had ever known, and she had only had the chance a few times to tickle him. Each instance he had gotten extremely mad or evaded her.
She walked back to the manor deep in thought.
‘If he were in one of THESE contraptions, he would be sore out of luck just like that lad.’ Genevieve thought to herself. ‘What if…’ she pondered.
After a few moments of plotting, her mind was decided. Soon there would be a bit of mischief in store for her dear husband.
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THE THEFT
Since Lady Genevieve lived near the Queen herself she decided to visit her on her way home. A wealthy lady from a noble family, Genevieve had attended the Queen’s dinner parties for years and was considered by her to be a close friend. When Genevieve told the front guard she wanted to visit she was escorted right in.
Genevieve and the Queen gabbed on about various details of the kingdom's high-life. They discussed the dashing new poet on the scene, Lady Farwood’s GHASTLY dress at the last banquet, as well as many other frivolous topics irrelevant to the lower houses.
Genevieve mentioned that she heard the Queen had some plans for the harvest ball coming up. At the mention of Harvest Ball the Queen’s eyes lit up.
“Oh, you ABSOLUTELY must come see!”
The queen was so adamant about showing her new colors scheme for next season’s coronation she was completely oblivious to Genevieve snatching a small coin purse from a drawer near the king’s wardrobe.
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THE SETUP
“What is the meaning of this!?” shouted Colin.
Colin had been woken up in the middle of the night. The King’s guard had let themselves into the Lemard Mansion as part of a search. For what reason the guard was in HIS home he could not fathom.
Colin was a high ranking nobleman from a wealthy highborn family. He had been a long time supporter of the king so the aggressive behavior from the soldiers confounded him.
Colin stood tall with his arms on his hips in defiance. He still wore his silk sleeping robe and cap after being rudely awoken.
Genevieve rose from the bed in a matching sleeping robe.
“What’s happening?” she asked sleepily.
“Go back to bed, it’s a mistake,” said Colin tersely. He turned to the guards. “There better be a damn good explanation for this!”
“The king’s guard got an anonymous tip that you stole funds from the King” said a guard.
Alex was instantly confused.
“That’s completely untrue, why on earth would I do that?”
“Quiet!” shouted the second guard.
He went directly to Colin’s bottom dresser drawer. He jerked open the dresser revealing a small purple coin purse.
“What the...that’s not mine. How did that get there?” said Colin, stumbling on his words
“It’s the royal seal. Take him.”
“This is madness!” shouted Colin being dragged away in his pajamas.
Genevieve smiled as she returned to bed. Her plan had worked.
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THE SENTENCING
“By a tremendous stroke of luck, The King has chosen NOT to execute you, and has asked that the justice take pity…”
Colin looked baffled, still wearing his sleeping robe, his arms secured in steel shackles.
“As proven by the King’s seal on the coin purse found in your home, we have irrefutable evidence that you are in fact a thief. In addition to a large fine, you will be placed in the town stocks for one week.”
The judge hit his gavel definitively. Genevieve watched with excitement as his sentencing concluded precisely how she hoped.
“Your honor, please! I’m a very wealthy man. I’m from a noble house. Why would I steal a few measly coins from the King!? The evidence was clearly planted by an enemy!” shouted Colin in desperation.
“Silence, thief. Or you’ll soon find yourself with a MUCH more severe punishment.”
Knowing the court’s penchant for beheading during the Derrywood Rebellion Colin fell silent (although more confused than ever.) A pair of burly court guards grabbed him firmly and led him out of the courtroom.
The sentencing was adjourned.
Several attendees of the sentencing approached Genevieve to console her. She politely accepted their concern all the while suppressing the urge to sing and dance. Colin would be at the world’s ticklish mercy in no time.
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THE TORTURE
It seemed as if the whole village had gathered to watch Colin Lemard’s public humiliation. The guards pushed aggressively through groups of shouting peasants and townsfolk. It was not often that a man of Colin’s wealth was at the mercy of the peasants, and they had all gathered to punish him.
His legs were placed into the large wooden stocks and quickly locked in. The holes were tight, designed to give little room to struggle. They then locked his wrists in an elevated pair of stocks to limit his arm movement. Two large iron padlocks were produced and clasped onto both pairs of stocks.
Colin was helpless.
Naturally, the first to go were his boots. A peasant man quickly unlaced his expensive footwear and yanked them off briskly. He ran away with the finery.
Next went his intricately woven socks. He had already begun to panic.
Genevieve eagerly made her way through the masses to get a look at the proceedings. A glimmer of hope was in Colin’s eye when he saw her approach.
“Please, Genevieve, you’re the only person who can help me. You have to stop them! You know I can’t stand tickling.”
Genevieve looked calmly into her husband’s eyes.
“I WISH I could help but I’d hate to get in MORE trouble.”
She gestured to the throng of angry villagers surrounding him.
“Looks like you’ll just have to bear it, dear,” said Genevieve sweetly.
Genevieve looked on as the peasants dug into his sensitive soles. Colin’s thoughts vanished in the onslaught of maddening sensations.
Genevieve wanted nothing more than to join them. She wanted to be at the forefront of tickle torturing her husband. However, she couldn’t take the risk of Colin discovering her crime. For the moment, watching her husband driven to insanity was enough.
The rest of the day would be nightmarish for Colin. Until dusk, peasants, shopkeepers, bystanders, and anyone who happened to be travelling down the road would stop and punish the thief. Many would simply walk by giving them a quick stroke, but others would stay for several minutes, sending him into hysterics to pass the time. A small crowd of villagers, either envious of his wealth or just sadistic, would spend hours torturing the soles of his feet, his stomach and anyplace else they could get to in every way possible.
Genevieve was in heaven. Her wildest fantasy playing out before her eyes, she relished the moments seeing him scream and squirm.
By the time it was dark the crowd had dwindled to a couple of mischievous youth and town beggars with nowhere to go.
“Night shall fall soon...” said Genevieve standing up to leave.
“Haha, stophahaha, stahpit, Genevieve, where are you going?!”
“I must go home, Colin. SOMEONE must ensure the house stays in order during your punishment.”
Colin’s somber expression at her statement quickly changed to a smile once one of the young ladies began once again stroking his soles. He was consumed with laughter once more.
“But worry not, I shall return tomorrow morning, bright and early.” That much was true. She didn’t want to miss a second of his torture.
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THE DESCENT
Genevieve woke up bright and early to join Colin, but made a quick stop at the market along the way.
When Genevieve arrived there were only a couple of villagers tormenting him. Genevieve noted, Colin looked slightly different. His expensive silk robe had been unbuttoned, giving the villagers access to his sensitive chest and stomach. Areas of cloth had been torn away so the villagers could tickle his legs. Colin looked exhausted. And after just one night! Genevieve giggled.
Through tired eyes Colin saw Genevieve approach. His face brightened.
“Heavens be praised! Genevieve, please help me!”
“In a moment, I must show you something first,” she said. Colin was puzzled. What couple possibly be more important than tending to her beleaguered husband?
His expression changed to terror as Genevieve pulled something out of her satchel. In her hands were about 12 large feathers.
“Take a look at these! I purchased from the market. Have you ever seen a goose feather quite so large?!”
His eyes grew wide.
“Put those away!” barked Colin fearing how much worse his predicament could become.
However, his warning only alerted the peasants of the development. They easily snatched the feathers from her hand and got to work.
“Oh, no...you mustn’t do that!” said Genevieve with feigned distress.
“Genevieve, what have you done?! They’re going to tortuhahahaHaHaHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The villagers stroked the enormous plumes from his heels to the tips of his hypersensitive toes.
“Don’t worry, Colin. I’m sure they’ll return them.”
“AAAAGH!” not understanding his wife’s incompetence.
Genevieve smiled at the intensely ticklish start to Colin’s day. Her pulse quickened at the sight of his agony.
His frantic cackling was like a rooster, waking other townsfolk. As seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, and Colin once again found himself surrounded by a throng of malicious villagers. Except now they were armed with feathers.
Genevieve didn’t think Colin’s ordeal could be any more amusing until one ingenious villager had an idea. Instead of using the soft feathery portion of the plume he flipped it and used the pointed quill to draw a line down Colin’s bare foot.
The sharp sensation caused him to yelp like an animal. A second villager noticed and followed his example by flipping their feathers around and drawing all around his sensitive feet with the sharp quills. Then a third, then a forth. Soon the crowd was all dragging their sharp feather quills across Colin’s hyperticklish soles.
Colin’s laughter devolved into frantic screams. The feathery tickling was torturous enough, but the intense piercing tickles were electric. He could only wiggle and scream, further encouraging the villagers.
Colin’s torment was so intense that he didn’t even see his wife walk behind him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to sensually rub his arms and back. This heightened the torture tenfold.
“Oh there, there. Stay strong, dear husband. Only 6 days left” said Genevieve, holding back her laughter.
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THE ESCALATION
Genevieve was having the time of her life.
Throughout the week she tended to her husband as any loyal wife would. She bathed him, fed him, and dutifully helped him relieve himself. Genevieve behaved like the perfect spouse. All the while taking special care NOT to tickle him as to prevent arising suspicion of who framed him.
Each morning began with a new surpise that the crowd would undoubtedly use to tickle torture him.
One day, Genevieve brought an expensive soothing perfumed oil to rub on his soles. This merely made the tickling sensations twice as intense. The next she brought a new scrub brush for the stables (as well as 10 to 15 spares.) The scrubbing sensations on the soles of his feet sent him into a new dimension of suffering.
He would wail in frustration at the stupidity of his wife, but his anger would give way to the agony of intense, unending, tickling.
Each night she heard his frantic laughter from her open bedroom window and smiled.
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THE FINALE
Genevieve made two stops on Colin’s final day of punishment. First to the castle, and then to the livestock market. She wanted to make it a day Colin would NEVER forget.
Colin still sat in the stocks, completely immobilized. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. His diaphram ached from the endless laughter. He could feel his leg muscles had weakened from inactivity.
Luckily, the peasants had grown somewhat tired of torturing him. The past several hours he had only been tickled 10 or 20 minutes at a time. He thanked the Gods for this stroke of luck and the smallest trickle of hope began to return.
That’s when he saw it.
His tired, bloodshot eyes grew wide when he saw his smiling wife approach with a large metal pail leading two young goats behind her.
“Genevieve! What have you done?!” he snarled.
“Aren’t they adorable? I bought them at the market. But I worry, they are simply STARVING. Don’t fear, I brought some brine.”
“Genevieve! You’ve cursed me to the goat’s tongue!!”
Several peasant’s faces lit up when they saw the goats. One came forward and took the pail of salty brine from Genevieve.
She barely put up any resistance as the pail was taken from her by the stranger.
“Oh no...don’t do that,” said Genevieve flatly watching the peasant pour the salty brine all over Colin’s still sensitive feet.
“You idiot! You’ve doomed me!” he blustered. He could feel the salty water rolling down his soles. His ticklish panic returned harder than ever before. He had heard stories of the goat’s tongue and it’s harsh effects on it’s victims, but he would soon experience it first-hand.
“Oops” Genevieve said with the slightest giggle. The peasants had taken the goats and led them straight to Colin’s salty bare feet.
The goats didn’t waste a second. Their sharp, prickly tongues darted out across Colin’s soles in no time.
“AAAAAAGH,” shouted Colin. The sensations began immediately. The goats licked the salty brine with determination. Colin was instantly in agony.
Genevieve watched with fascination as the goat’s tongues darted across his hyperticklish feet.
‘Ah, now I see why this is so feared,’ she mused at the sight of her husband. Colin scrunched his toes hard to try to protect the sensitive flesh between his toes. But alas, it was fruitless. The goats licked between his toes like it was nothing.
The new ticklish sensation sent Colin howling.
Genevieve was glad she had purchased the goats. She didn’t know a person could be in so much misery from tickling. Genevieve shuddered at the thought of such sensations.
The goats kept Colin in maniacal laughter for most of the day. As soon as they relented in their enthusiastic licking, the peasants applied more brine and they resumed. This carried on for hours. All the while Colin laughed, and laughed, and laughed. His grip on sanity became increasingly tenuous.
Genevieve had enjoyed the week immensely, but still wanted more. She smiled at the idea of what was to come.
Colin had reached the final hour of his punishment. A week of ticklish torment and humiliating debasement was a far cry from the lifestyle he had enjoyed as a member of a noble family. He was happy to know that in just a few minutes he would be released by the guards, would easily pay a fine, and would be able to put this terrible chapter of his life behind him.
Genevieve stood next to her trapped husband, her hand on his back.
“There, there, husband. I’ll bet you want to go home, huh?” she said sweetly.
Colin was beyond frazzled, and barely listening.
“Hnnnggg” he grunted.
Genevieve continued.
“I’ll bet you wish I had never taken that purse from the castle and told the king’s guard it was in your dresser.”
Colin needed a moment to process what Genevieve said.
Alarmed, he raised his head slowly. He looked up to see her teeth bared in a mischievous smile. It hit him. Genevieve! She was the ONLY person that could have set him up. She WANTED this. All the smiling, the instruments. She was delighting in his torture!
His eyes went black with murderous rage.
“...YOU! You did this!?!?” Colin began thrashing in his bonds with renewed vigor.
“You WITCH! I...when I get out of here...I’ll KILL YOU! You’ll hang! I’ll slit your throhohohahahaHaHaHAHAHAHAHA”
Genevieve had moved to his ankles and began lightly stroking his foot. His threats had been interrupted by his frenzied laughter.
“I’ve been waiting to do this ALL week. But I knew I had to wait.”
She continued tickling.
“Do you have ANY idea how difficult this ordeal has been for me? Watching you tickled senseless by a crowd, not being able to partake. Absolute torture, haha.” She laughed and decided to pause her tickling.
“Hahahaha. The king’s men will be here soon to release me! Then you’ll PAY for your lies!!”
“Not quite, husband. Yes the king’s men will be here soon. But they won’t be releasing you. You see earlier today I told Justice Norgard about your involvement in the Derrywood Rebellion.”
Colin went pale.
“I...I had no part in the Derrywood Rebellion. I wasn’t even in the country. You’ve no proof!” he yelled angrily.
“I know. The funny thing is, he sent me to the dungeonmaster, and the dungeonmaster didn’t ask for any proof. He said it didn’t matter, a thief can’t be trusted.” said Genevieve with an innocent smile.
Colin saw two armed king’s men turn the corner in the distance. His face contorted with panic.
“Please, if they think I’ve any part in the rebellion they’ll lock me away for life! You’ll never see me again.”
“Wrong again, dear husband. I will see you quite often. The dungeonmaster has given me permission to visit you once you are fully shackled and stretched. He says he’ll even give me a key to your cell so I can visit any time I’d like, for AS LONG as I’d like, as long as you remain fully restrained. I told him that wouldn’t be a problem.” She said with a sinister grin.
“Oh god…”
Colin’s stomach dropped in dread. He didn’t understand how this could be happening.
The guards reached the stocks and grasped Colin’s arms firmly.
“Please, I’m innocent you have to liste-mphhff, gmhpppf” Colin’s pleas were stifled by a thick burlap bag placed over his head by the guards. They proceeded to unlock the stocks (for the first time in over a week)
Once his legs were free Colin tried to struggle, but the week of bondage had rendered him weak and uncoordinated. The large men easily grasped him by the shoulders and dragged him away toward the castle. Colin gave a defeated whimper.
“See you soon, my dear husband.”
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THE CHICKEN THIEF
“Chicken Thief! 3 days in the stocks!”
CLACK! The stocks echoed through the square as they clapped down tightly upon the young lad’s ankles. He wore a dumbfounded expression unaware of the torture and humiliation soon to befall him.
It was that loud clack that drew Lady Genevieve’s attention. She had been perusing the fine pottery and trinkets in the expensive shops next to the square when she heard it. Genevieve set down the gold bracelet she had been inspecting to get a better look.
In the square sat a handsome young man in fine clothes, a bit dusty and disheveled upon where the guard had grasped him. He sat on a firm wooden bench and his wrists and ankles were locked tightly before him in bulky oaken stockades. The lad himself was strapping, clean-shaven, and appeared utterly baffled. She could tell from his appearance that he was likely from a noble family (although likely not as wealthy as her own. That is, not wealthy enough to bribe their way out of this kind of thing.)
That having been said, bribery had become less and less common since the appointment of Justice Norgard. Norgard had risen to power shortly after the Derrywood Rebellion in which a small group of colonists attempted to separate from the kingdom. Anyone found aiding the separatists swiftly found themselves at the hands of the Justice. The Derrywood Rebellion had long past, but Norgard remained in power, doling out harsh punishments to any criminal placed before him. Surely the young man before her had been goaded by his rambunctious friends to steal a chicken, and had unwittingly found himself at the receiving end of Norgard’s wrath.
He believed that even highborn citizens should be punished for crimes, petty as they may be. One of Norgard’s most common sentences was time in the town stocks. He felt it wasn’t enough for a wealthy offender to pay their way out of trouble. They MUST be punished, and for wealthy high born citizens there was no punishment more poignant than public torture and humiliation. Nary a week went by without some high class offender spending some amount of time locked in the stocks.
She had not yet seen one of these public humiliations in person until today.
Genevieve was mesmerized. She walked toward.
She sauntered elegantly toward the square, her silky raven hair flowing in the breeze. With every step her eyes filled more with curious amusement. Several peasants had thrown small rotten vegetables at him, laughing as he recoiled. Genevieve laughed as well, but she had a different activity in mind.
She had heard of people tickle tortured in the stocks before and felt this was a perfect chance to give it a try. When she arrived at the stocks the vegetable throwing ceased. She began to remove the man’s fine leather shoes.
He immediately began to panic.
“Oh no, please, milady. I beg of you. Do not tickle me.”
“You expect me to forgive your crime?” said the amused Genevieve with a smirk.
She tossed his shoes into the crowd behind her.
“No milady. My only wish is that you show me mercy,” pleaded the man.
She removed his socks and again tossed them behind her. His smooth, well groomed bare feet confirmed that he was in fact high born.
“Hmm, your wish is denied,” calmly stated Genevieve as she scribbled his feet with gusto.
“Hahahaha! No, pleahahahaha, stahahaha” the man threw his head back in laughter.
The crowd followed suit and laughed along at his predicament.
Genevieve ran her sharp manicured nails up and down the soles of his feet. He struggled to make the sensations stop, but was completely unable. His toes wiggled wildly and fingers contorted in anguish. But alas, his struggles yielded no relief. Genevieve continued stroking up and down his bare feet without pause.
She continued to tickle torture the man for almost 40 minutes, at which point she bid him farewell. The man had only a split second of respite before a group of giggling maidens deemed it their turn and resumed the tickling. The man howled in agony.
Genevieve smiled.
Genevieve got a distinct thrill out of tickling people (always had, ever since the week growing up she managed to tie up her poor nanny.) But her dear husband Colin couldn’t stand it. He was also from a noble family, one even wealthier than her own. They had been together for 5 years, and although she loved the lavish life being with him afforded her, she wasn’t fulfilled. It wasn’t that Colin was not a very attentive lover. Whenever she asked to be pleased he would please her. It’s just that something else was missing. He was the most ticklish person she had ever known, and she had only had the chance a few times to tickle him. Each instance he had gotten extremely mad or evaded her.
She walked back to the manor deep in thought.
‘If he were in one of THESE contraptions, he would be sore out of luck just like that lad.’ Genevieve thought to herself. ‘What if…’ she pondered.
After a few moments of plotting, her mind was decided. Soon there would be a bit of mischief in store for her dear husband.
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THE THEFT
Since Lady Genevieve lived near the Queen herself she decided to visit her on her way home. A wealthy lady from a noble family, Genevieve had attended the Queen’s dinner parties for years and was considered by her to be a close friend. When Genevieve told the front guard she wanted to visit she was escorted right in.
Genevieve and the Queen gabbed on about various details of the kingdom's high-life. They discussed the dashing new poet on the scene, Lady Farwood’s GHASTLY dress at the last banquet, as well as many other frivolous topics irrelevant to the lower houses.
Genevieve mentioned that she heard the Queen had some plans for the harvest ball coming up. At the mention of Harvest Ball the Queen’s eyes lit up.
“Oh, you ABSOLUTELY must come see!”
The queen was so adamant about showing her new colors scheme for next season’s coronation she was completely oblivious to Genevieve snatching a small coin purse from a drawer near the king’s wardrobe.
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THE SETUP
“What is the meaning of this!?” shouted Colin.
Colin had been woken up in the middle of the night. The King’s guard had let themselves into the Lemard Mansion as part of a search. For what reason the guard was in HIS home he could not fathom.
Colin was a high ranking nobleman from a wealthy highborn family. He had been a long time supporter of the king so the aggressive behavior from the soldiers confounded him.
Colin stood tall with his arms on his hips in defiance. He still wore his silk sleeping robe and cap after being rudely awoken.
Genevieve rose from the bed in a matching sleeping robe.
“What’s happening?” she asked sleepily.
“Go back to bed, it’s a mistake,” said Colin tersely. He turned to the guards. “There better be a damn good explanation for this!”
“The king’s guard got an anonymous tip that you stole funds from the King” said a guard.
Alex was instantly confused.
“That’s completely untrue, why on earth would I do that?”
“Quiet!” shouted the second guard.
He went directly to Colin’s bottom dresser drawer. He jerked open the dresser revealing a small purple coin purse.
“What the...that’s not mine. How did that get there?” said Colin, stumbling on his words
“It’s the royal seal. Take him.”
“This is madness!” shouted Colin being dragged away in his pajamas.
Genevieve smiled as she returned to bed. Her plan had worked.
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THE SENTENCING
“By a tremendous stroke of luck, The King has chosen NOT to execute you, and has asked that the justice take pity…”
Colin looked baffled, still wearing his sleeping robe, his arms secured in steel shackles.
“As proven by the King’s seal on the coin purse found in your home, we have irrefutable evidence that you are in fact a thief. In addition to a large fine, you will be placed in the town stocks for one week.”
The judge hit his gavel definitively. Genevieve watched with excitement as his sentencing concluded precisely how she hoped.
“Your honor, please! I’m a very wealthy man. I’m from a noble house. Why would I steal a few measly coins from the King!? The evidence was clearly planted by an enemy!” shouted Colin in desperation.
“Silence, thief. Or you’ll soon find yourself with a MUCH more severe punishment.”
Knowing the court’s penchant for beheading during the Derrywood Rebellion Colin fell silent (although more confused than ever.) A pair of burly court guards grabbed him firmly and led him out of the courtroom.
The sentencing was adjourned.
Several attendees of the sentencing approached Genevieve to console her. She politely accepted their concern all the while suppressing the urge to sing and dance. Colin would be at the world’s ticklish mercy in no time.
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THE TORTURE
It seemed as if the whole village had gathered to watch Colin Lemard’s public humiliation. The guards pushed aggressively through groups of shouting peasants and townsfolk. It was not often that a man of Colin’s wealth was at the mercy of the peasants, and they had all gathered to punish him.
His legs were placed into the large wooden stocks and quickly locked in. The holes were tight, designed to give little room to struggle. They then locked his wrists in an elevated pair of stocks to limit his arm movement. Two large iron padlocks were produced and clasped onto both pairs of stocks.
Colin was helpless.
Naturally, the first to go were his boots. A peasant man quickly unlaced his expensive footwear and yanked them off briskly. He ran away with the finery.
Next went his intricately woven socks. He had already begun to panic.
Genevieve eagerly made her way through the masses to get a look at the proceedings. A glimmer of hope was in Colin’s eye when he saw her approach.
“Please, Genevieve, you’re the only person who can help me. You have to stop them! You know I can’t stand tickling.”
Genevieve looked calmly into her husband’s eyes.
“I WISH I could help but I’d hate to get in MORE trouble.”
She gestured to the throng of angry villagers surrounding him.
“Looks like you’ll just have to bear it, dear,” said Genevieve sweetly.
Genevieve looked on as the peasants dug into his sensitive soles. Colin’s thoughts vanished in the onslaught of maddening sensations.
Genevieve wanted nothing more than to join them. She wanted to be at the forefront of tickle torturing her husband. However, she couldn’t take the risk of Colin discovering her crime. For the moment, watching her husband driven to insanity was enough.
The rest of the day would be nightmarish for Colin. Until dusk, peasants, shopkeepers, bystanders, and anyone who happened to be travelling down the road would stop and punish the thief. Many would simply walk by giving them a quick stroke, but others would stay for several minutes, sending him into hysterics to pass the time. A small crowd of villagers, either envious of his wealth or just sadistic, would spend hours torturing the soles of his feet, his stomach and anyplace else they could get to in every way possible.
Genevieve was in heaven. Her wildest fantasy playing out before her eyes, she relished the moments seeing him scream and squirm.
By the time it was dark the crowd had dwindled to a couple of mischievous youth and town beggars with nowhere to go.
“Night shall fall soon...” said Genevieve standing up to leave.
“Haha, stophahaha, stahpit, Genevieve, where are you going?!”
“I must go home, Colin. SOMEONE must ensure the house stays in order during your punishment.”
Colin’s somber expression at her statement quickly changed to a smile once one of the young ladies began once again stroking his soles. He was consumed with laughter once more.
“But worry not, I shall return tomorrow morning, bright and early.” That much was true. She didn’t want to miss a second of his torture.
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THE DESCENT
Genevieve woke up bright and early to join Colin, but made a quick stop at the market along the way.
When Genevieve arrived there were only a couple of villagers tormenting him. Genevieve noted, Colin looked slightly different. His expensive silk robe had been unbuttoned, giving the villagers access to his sensitive chest and stomach. Areas of cloth had been torn away so the villagers could tickle his legs. Colin looked exhausted. And after just one night! Genevieve giggled.
Through tired eyes Colin saw Genevieve approach. His face brightened.
“Heavens be praised! Genevieve, please help me!”
“In a moment, I must show you something first,” she said. Colin was puzzled. What couple possibly be more important than tending to her beleaguered husband?
His expression changed to terror as Genevieve pulled something out of her satchel. In her hands were about 12 large feathers.
“Take a look at these! I purchased from the market. Have you ever seen a goose feather quite so large?!”
His eyes grew wide.
“Put those away!” barked Colin fearing how much worse his predicament could become.
However, his warning only alerted the peasants of the development. They easily snatched the feathers from her hand and got to work.
“Oh, no...you mustn’t do that!” said Genevieve with feigned distress.
“Genevieve, what have you done?! They’re going to tortuhahahaHaHaHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The villagers stroked the enormous plumes from his heels to the tips of his hypersensitive toes.
“Don’t worry, Colin. I’m sure they’ll return them.”
“AAAAGH!” not understanding his wife’s incompetence.
Genevieve smiled at the intensely ticklish start to Colin’s day. Her pulse quickened at the sight of his agony.
His frantic cackling was like a rooster, waking other townsfolk. As seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, and Colin once again found himself surrounded by a throng of malicious villagers. Except now they were armed with feathers.
Genevieve didn’t think Colin’s ordeal could be any more amusing until one ingenious villager had an idea. Instead of using the soft feathery portion of the plume he flipped it and used the pointed quill to draw a line down Colin’s bare foot.
The sharp sensation caused him to yelp like an animal. A second villager noticed and followed his example by flipping their feathers around and drawing all around his sensitive feet with the sharp quills. Then a third, then a forth. Soon the crowd was all dragging their sharp feather quills across Colin’s hyperticklish soles.
Colin’s laughter devolved into frantic screams. The feathery tickling was torturous enough, but the intense piercing tickles were electric. He could only wiggle and scream, further encouraging the villagers.
Colin’s torment was so intense that he didn’t even see his wife walk behind him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to sensually rub his arms and back. This heightened the torture tenfold.
“Oh there, there. Stay strong, dear husband. Only 6 days left” said Genevieve, holding back her laughter.
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THE ESCALATION
Genevieve was having the time of her life.
Throughout the week she tended to her husband as any loyal wife would. She bathed him, fed him, and dutifully helped him relieve himself. Genevieve behaved like the perfect spouse. All the while taking special care NOT to tickle him as to prevent arising suspicion of who framed him.
Each morning began with a new surpise that the crowd would undoubtedly use to tickle torture him.
One day, Genevieve brought an expensive soothing perfumed oil to rub on his soles. This merely made the tickling sensations twice as intense. The next she brought a new scrub brush for the stables (as well as 10 to 15 spares.) The scrubbing sensations on the soles of his feet sent him into a new dimension of suffering.
He would wail in frustration at the stupidity of his wife, but his anger would give way to the agony of intense, unending, tickling.
Each night she heard his frantic laughter from her open bedroom window and smiled.
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THE FINALE
Genevieve made two stops on Colin’s final day of punishment. First to the castle, and then to the livestock market. She wanted to make it a day Colin would NEVER forget.
Colin still sat in the stocks, completely immobilized. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. His diaphram ached from the endless laughter. He could feel his leg muscles had weakened from inactivity.
Luckily, the peasants had grown somewhat tired of torturing him. The past several hours he had only been tickled 10 or 20 minutes at a time. He thanked the Gods for this stroke of luck and the smallest trickle of hope began to return.
That’s when he saw it.
His tired, bloodshot eyes grew wide when he saw his smiling wife approach with a large metal pail leading two young goats behind her.
“Genevieve! What have you done?!” he snarled.
“Aren’t they adorable? I bought them at the market. But I worry, they are simply STARVING. Don’t fear, I brought some brine.”
“Genevieve! You’ve cursed me to the goat’s tongue!!”
Several peasant’s faces lit up when they saw the goats. One came forward and took the pail of salty brine from Genevieve.
She barely put up any resistance as the pail was taken from her by the stranger.
“Oh no...don’t do that,” said Genevieve flatly watching the peasant pour the salty brine all over Colin’s still sensitive feet.
“You idiot! You’ve doomed me!” he blustered. He could feel the salty water rolling down his soles. His ticklish panic returned harder than ever before. He had heard stories of the goat’s tongue and it’s harsh effects on it’s victims, but he would soon experience it first-hand.
“Oops” Genevieve said with the slightest giggle. The peasants had taken the goats and led them straight to Colin’s salty bare feet.
The goats didn’t waste a second. Their sharp, prickly tongues darted out across Colin’s soles in no time.
“AAAAAAGH,” shouted Colin. The sensations began immediately. The goats licked the salty brine with determination. Colin was instantly in agony.
Genevieve watched with fascination as the goat’s tongues darted across his hyperticklish feet.
‘Ah, now I see why this is so feared,’ she mused at the sight of her husband. Colin scrunched his toes hard to try to protect the sensitive flesh between his toes. But alas, it was fruitless. The goats licked between his toes like it was nothing.
The new ticklish sensation sent Colin howling.
Genevieve was glad she had purchased the goats. She didn’t know a person could be in so much misery from tickling. Genevieve shuddered at the thought of such sensations.
The goats kept Colin in maniacal laughter for most of the day. As soon as they relented in their enthusiastic licking, the peasants applied more brine and they resumed. This carried on for hours. All the while Colin laughed, and laughed, and laughed. His grip on sanity became increasingly tenuous.
Genevieve had enjoyed the week immensely, but still wanted more. She smiled at the idea of what was to come.
Colin had reached the final hour of his punishment. A week of ticklish torment and humiliating debasement was a far cry from the lifestyle he had enjoyed as a member of a noble family. He was happy to know that in just a few minutes he would be released by the guards, would easily pay a fine, and would be able to put this terrible chapter of his life behind him.
Genevieve stood next to her trapped husband, her hand on his back.
“There, there, husband. I’ll bet you want to go home, huh?” she said sweetly.
Colin was beyond frazzled, and barely listening.
“Hnnnggg” he grunted.
Genevieve continued.
“I’ll bet you wish I had never taken that purse from the castle and told the king’s guard it was in your dresser.”
Colin needed a moment to process what Genevieve said.
Alarmed, he raised his head slowly. He looked up to see her teeth bared in a mischievous smile. It hit him. Genevieve! She was the ONLY person that could have set him up. She WANTED this. All the smiling, the instruments. She was delighting in his torture!
His eyes went black with murderous rage.
“...YOU! You did this!?!?” Colin began thrashing in his bonds with renewed vigor.
“You WITCH! I...when I get out of here...I’ll KILL YOU! You’ll hang! I’ll slit your throhohohahahaHaHaHAHAHAHAHA”
Genevieve had moved to his ankles and began lightly stroking his foot. His threats had been interrupted by his frenzied laughter.
“I’ve been waiting to do this ALL week. But I knew I had to wait.”
She continued tickling.
“Do you have ANY idea how difficult this ordeal has been for me? Watching you tickled senseless by a crowd, not being able to partake. Absolute torture, haha.” She laughed and decided to pause her tickling.
“Hahahaha. The king’s men will be here soon to release me! Then you’ll PAY for your lies!!”
“Not quite, husband. Yes the king’s men will be here soon. But they won’t be releasing you. You see earlier today I told Justice Norgard about your involvement in the Derrywood Rebellion.”
Colin went pale.
“I...I had no part in the Derrywood Rebellion. I wasn’t even in the country. You’ve no proof!” he yelled angrily.
“I know. The funny thing is, he sent me to the dungeonmaster, and the dungeonmaster didn’t ask for any proof. He said it didn’t matter, a thief can’t be trusted.” said Genevieve with an innocent smile.
Colin saw two armed king’s men turn the corner in the distance. His face contorted with panic.
“Please, if they think I’ve any part in the rebellion they’ll lock me away for life! You’ll never see me again.”
“Wrong again, dear husband. I will see you quite often. The dungeonmaster has given me permission to visit you once you are fully shackled and stretched. He says he’ll even give me a key to your cell so I can visit any time I’d like, for AS LONG as I’d like, as long as you remain fully restrained. I told him that wouldn’t be a problem.” She said with a sinister grin.
“Oh god…”
Colin’s stomach dropped in dread. He didn’t understand how this could be happening.
The guards reached the stocks and grasped Colin’s arms firmly.
“Please, I’m innocent you have to liste-mphhff, gmhpppf” Colin’s pleas were stifled by a thick burlap bag placed over his head by the guards. They proceeded to unlock the stocks (for the first time in over a week)
Once his legs were free Colin tried to struggle, but the week of bondage had rendered him weak and uncoordinated. The large men easily grasped him by the shoulders and dragged him away toward the castle. Colin gave a defeated whimper.
“See you soon, my dear husband.”
