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My relationship with veteran MTJ Publishing author “Xodlirv” began back in 1999 when he submitted a story for Daumantas’s popular “Nylon Dungeon” series which appeared in “The Morandilas’s Ticklers Journal.”
Xodlirv has written over 22 stories for Tales from the Asylum alone. He has penned dozens of stories that he freely posted on the internet and is one of my most prolific contributors to and creator of various MTJ Publishing electronic publications.
On top of all this he wrote the script for two of Ozzy’s Yenny comics that appeared in TFTA and also wrote the script for the only Yenny print publication available to date….
Yenny Comic Book
http://www.mtjpub.com/yenny.html
Needless to say I owe a debt of gratitude to Xodlirv as he has been a powerful force behind many of our publications.
The following is a story first appeared in the September 2000 issue of TFTA {issue #12} Please enjoy!
http://www.mtjpub.com/tfta/tfta12.html
MONTEZUMA'S DAUGHTER Part 1
Story By Xodlirv Artwork By Zuni
The Christian calendar called it the Sixteenth Century. What was going on in the land that would later be known as Mexico, was anything but Christian. Spanish soldiers had invaded this land and enslaved its indigenous people. The lure of gold was strong, and the greedy Spaniards overwhelmed this gold-rich land. The capitol city of Tenochtitlan had known it would soon fall to the invading Spaniards; so the wise ruler, Montezuma, ordered all the city's gold taken away and hidden where the Spaniards would never find it. Of course, when the Spaniards finally did conquer the city and discovered the gold gone, they were furious. They had called themselves Christians and told themselves they were conquering these people to bring the Gospel to them, to convert them to the one true faith; but being deprived of their golden prize had brought out there true nature. They had put the old king to the torments of the "Holy Office", what we know as the Spanish Inquisition. Montezuma had died under their ministries, but the secret of the gold had died with him.
Now, Montezuma's young daughter, Otomi, sat in the adobe hut that served as the questioning chamber of the Spaniards. She sat in a rough cane chair, with two Spaniard guards on either side of her. She was not bound in the chair, but she knew there was no escape. She had been sitting in the chair for a long time, staring ahead of her at the three wooden devices in the center of the room. She had learned of them from tales her conquered people had brought to her. They were called stocks, made to restrain the ankles while the torments of the Holy Office were inflicted. She shuddered at them. Otomi did not speak to her Spanish guards, for she did not speak their tongue, nor they hers.
After awhile, the door opened. Otomi looked to it, and her heart leapt in fear and loathing at the person who walked in. She was Marina, a pretty young maiden from one of the outlying villages of her father's kingdom. Marina, whom the Aztecs now called "Cortez' *****". This woman had gone over to the Spaniards' side, fallen in love with their brutal leader, Hernan de Cortez. She had learned their ugly language, and served as their interpreter.
"Good afternoon, my princess," Marina said sweetly. "I trust I haven't kept you waiting long."
"It is you who will wait, ***** of the Spaniards," Otomi said proudly. "You will wait forever, for your tortures to pry the secret of the gold from my lips!"
"Oh, I think not, my princess," Marina said. "I think my tender ministries shall bring the secret bubbling to your lips eventually. It may take time, but I have all the time in the world." Marina turned to the door and said something in the ugly Spanish language. Otomi watched in horror as two beautiful maidens were marched into the room by more Spanish soldiers. Atla and Xili, her handmaidens! She had grown up with these girls, and though they were truly her servants she loved them as friends and sisters. Was Marina going to torture them, in front of Otomi's eyes, to drag the secret of the gold from her? Atla's eyes caught Otomi's, and though she kept silent, Otomi could read the pleading in them. She steeled herself for the ordeal to come.
At Marina's instruction, the Spaniards forced the young handmaidens into two of the stocks, leaving the middle one empty. The handmaidens wore the spotless white robes of their station, and their feet were shod in finely-woven sandals. As the Spaniards locked the stocks into place, their sandal covered feet protruded from the rough wood like ferns that had grown through a rock.
"You see, my princess," Marina said, "the Holy Office has different rules for women than it does for men.
The rough methods that your father died under are not permitted to be used on women. But that will not save you. Marina knows arts that can be used on women, arts that will make the strongest woman crack in time! I have decided to demonstrate these arts on your handmaidens, before you take your place in the stocks between them. Perhaps the very sight of the fate that awaits you will loosen your tongue. Personally, I hope it does not."
The Spanish guards brought a low stool, and Marina placed it in front of Xili's stocked feet. The traitor sat down on the stool then, and began slowly unlacing the handmaiden's sandals. As she did so, she held up her own bare foot, that Otomi might examine the sole.
"Do you see Marina's foot?" she asked. "Rough and callused, from hours toiling in the fields, without even the shabbiest of shoes to protect it. Ah, but your handmaidens have never known such toil. And they have always worn these lovely sandals, woven for them by the finest craftsmen in your splendid city." Xili's feet were now completely bare. Marina cradled her left heel in her palm and held the foot up, examining it. "Yes, the skin of her sole is as soft as that of a new-born baby. And do you know what we do with a new-born baby's feet?" Marina's grip on Xili's ankle tightened, and she gently ran her index fingernail up the sole. "That's right; we tickle them!" Xili let out a little yelp when the fingernail touched her foot, then clamped her lips tight, holding back the laughter. Marina grinned wickedly as she spider-walked her fingers up and down the maiden's quivering sole, tickling it mercilessly. Atla watched in horror, for she knew this terrible torture would soon be visited upon her!
"Laugh, little baby, Marina knows, you love to be tickled on your tiny toes," the traitor sang, taunting the handmaiden. Xili's fists clenched and her face turned bright red. Otomi fought hard to not show any emotion as she watched this display, but she knew from their childhood games what torture Xili was undergoing! Finally the giggles burst from Xili's lips, and soon turned to loud laughter.
"There, I knew I could make you laugh," Marina said triumphantly, as she gently poked her index fingernail between each of Xili's toes. "Perhaps I will show mercy, if you beg me to stop."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Never! HEEHEEHEEHEE! I am a-HAHAHA!! handmaiden of the princess! OH! OH! I shall not be-he-heg!! HAHAHAHA!!" Xili said as proudly as she could, between guffaws.
"We shall see, proud handmaiden," Marina said ominously, then fell to tickling both of Xili's helpless feet with furious scrabbling motions of all ten fingernails. Xili threw back her head, her luxurious dark hair flying, and howled with laughter.
Xili's torture went on for long minutes. Atla watched with barely-concealed horror, while Otomi struggled to keep her emotions in check. Tears streamed down Xili's face; she grasped the bar of the stocks with her hands and shook furiously, her whole body convulsing with the tickling sensations.
Finally, Marina stopped tickling Xili's feet. The handmaiden's giggles subsided into gasps for breath. "You are strong, handmaiden," Marina admitted. "I was unable to make you beg, at least not yet." The horror on Atla's face multiplied as the traitor moved her stool from the foot of Xili's stocks to Atla's. "But perhaps this timid thing is more easily broken." Atla's lower lip trembled as Marina removed her woven sandals. Otomi swallowed, and steeled herself for the torture she would be forced to witness. If Xili was extremely ticklish, Atla was ten times more so! Many was the childhood game where Otomi and Xili had ganged up on Atla, each taking a foot and tickling it without mercy.
When Atla's feet were bare, Marina tied her big toes together with a small piece of thread. Otomi guessed that this was to prevent her feet from wiggling even the little bit permitted by the stocks. The traitor said something to the Spanish guards, and one of them handed her something. A thin wooden rod, about ten inches long; affixed to one end was a soft, fluffy white feather.
"This feather-wand is my own invention," Marina explained, holding it up for Otomi to see. "The softest, fluffiest part of the feather is attached to this thin wooden wand. The stiff wand allows me to manipulate the soft feather with more dexterity than an ordinary feather would. Very ingenious, don't you think? Let's see what your handmaiden thinks of it." With that, Otomi began to lazily draw the tip of the feather up and down Atla's right foot. Atla squealed, and bit her lower lip. She looked to her princess, her eyes full of pleading. Otomi hardened her heart. She could not even look away, not allow these devils to see the slightest sign of weakness. But this was her lifelong friend, being tortured without mercy by awful tickling!
Marina fluttered the feather over the balls of both of Atla's feet. Little squeals and high-pitched whimpers escaped her clamped lips. The traitor whisked the feathery tip back and forth across the very tips of Atla's toes. The handmaiden's fists clenched until her fingernails bit into her palms, trying to hold back the laughter. When Marina slipped the feather in between Atla's big and second toes, brushing the delicate webbing of skin there, the poor girl could hold back no longer. The laughter gushed from her like a flood from a broken dam. Marina trailed the feather slowly up Atla's right arch and down her left, all the while smiling wickedly.
"That's right, serving-girl, laugh for your princess," she taunted her victim. "Let her hear you laugh! Let her know how much this tickles!"
Atla could not speak, the laughter was flowing so freely from her lips. Marina deftly swirled the tip of the feather around the pads of each toe, one at a time. Finally, with one last flourish of the feather-wand up Atla's left sole, Marina stopped. She rose from her stool, and walked over to Otomi.
"You have seen what Marina can do, princess," Marina said, sneering the last word. "The choice is now yours. Will you spare yourself the tortures of my tickles, and spare your servants further torments? Or will you take your place between them, and subject all six of your tender feet to my ministries?"
Otomi looked at her handmaidens. Atla was in tears, her eyes pleading with her mistress. Xili tried to show strength, but Otomi could tell that she, too, was in terror of being tickled more. But she had been charged by her father with keeping the gold from the invaders' hands. She must not, could not falter!
"Do with me as you will," Otomi said, raising her chin high. "You will never learn the hiding-place of the gold from Otomi."
Marina's evil grin turned to a grimace of anger. "We shall see, princess! Oh, we shall see!" She barked instructions to the Spanish guards, who roughly lifted Otomi by the arms from her chair. In a thrice, she was locked into the set of stocks between her handmaidens, and her woven sandals stripped from her delicate feet and tossed in a corner.
"Now, you must wait," Marina said. "I go to prepare a special treat for you. Compared to this, pretty serving-girls, the tickling you have just endured will feel like nothing at all!" With that, Marina left the chamber, leaving Otomi and her handmaidens to await their fate.
"My princess, what will she do to us?" Atla asked in terror. "I-I will not be able to stand any more tickling!"
"Be strong, my friend," Otomi encouraged. "The tortures we endure are to save the treasures of our empire. We must not falter!"
"We cannot falter, my lady," Xili reminded her. "Atla and I do not know where the treasure is. That secret is yours alone!"
Soon, Marina returned, holding a wooden bucket and a brush. "I trust you ladies have had much to talk about while I was gone?" she said. She stopped at Atla's stocks. Dipping the brush in the bucket, Marina ladled out a large quantity of viscous amber liquid. She applied this liberally to Atla's soles, taking care to wedge a portion between each toe. As she repeated the process with Otomi and Xili, the women could tell what the substance was by its aroma. Honey!
"There," Marina said, stepping back to admire her work. "I dare say you now have the sweetest feet in all the empire!" Otomi and her handmaidens were confused, not understanding how this could be torture. Then Marina said something in the ugly Spanish tongue, and their eyes grew wide with understanding and fear. Three Spaniards entered the chamber, each leading a young goat on a leash. The goats wore muzzles, to keep their mouths covered. The Spaniards tethered the goats to the stocks; even through the muzzles, the hungry goats could smell the honey.
"Last chance to talk, my princess," Marina said. Otomi was resolutely silent; Marina gave the command. As one, the goat-herders removed the muzzles from the beasts. Almost instantly the goats fell to licking the honey from the captive soles. Their raspy tongues slithered all over the women's soles, in and out between their toes, and over the tops of their feet. The effect was maddening! This tickled worse than anything Xili and Atla had yet felt, and it went on and on! Loud laughter filled the tiny chamber. Tears streamed down the three maidens' faces. Marina merely stood by and watched, arms folded, grinning like a snake. When the goats had licked every last drop of honey from the women's feet, Marina took her brush and applied more honey.
"The torture of the goat's tongue will continue, until you talk, Otomi," Marina said. "Where is the gold?"
Between bursts of loud laughter, Otomi spat out: "Never!"
What was the final outcome of this torture? Did Otomi break down and reveal the hiding-place of the gold? Were Otomi and her handmaidens tickled until they lost their minds? Or did they manage to escape, perhaps even to turn the tables on Marina, their tormentor? That story is for another day.
Xodlirv has written over 22 stories for Tales from the Asylum alone. He has penned dozens of stories that he freely posted on the internet and is one of my most prolific contributors to and creator of various MTJ Publishing electronic publications.
On top of all this he wrote the script for two of Ozzy’s Yenny comics that appeared in TFTA and also wrote the script for the only Yenny print publication available to date….
Yenny Comic Book
http://www.mtjpub.com/yenny.html
Needless to say I owe a debt of gratitude to Xodlirv as he has been a powerful force behind many of our publications.
The following is a story first appeared in the September 2000 issue of TFTA {issue #12} Please enjoy!
http://www.mtjpub.com/tfta/tfta12.html
MONTEZUMA'S DAUGHTER Part 1
Story By Xodlirv Artwork By Zuni
The Christian calendar called it the Sixteenth Century. What was going on in the land that would later be known as Mexico, was anything but Christian. Spanish soldiers had invaded this land and enslaved its indigenous people. The lure of gold was strong, and the greedy Spaniards overwhelmed this gold-rich land. The capitol city of Tenochtitlan had known it would soon fall to the invading Spaniards; so the wise ruler, Montezuma, ordered all the city's gold taken away and hidden where the Spaniards would never find it. Of course, when the Spaniards finally did conquer the city and discovered the gold gone, they were furious. They had called themselves Christians and told themselves they were conquering these people to bring the Gospel to them, to convert them to the one true faith; but being deprived of their golden prize had brought out there true nature. They had put the old king to the torments of the "Holy Office", what we know as the Spanish Inquisition. Montezuma had died under their ministries, but the secret of the gold had died with him.
Now, Montezuma's young daughter, Otomi, sat in the adobe hut that served as the questioning chamber of the Spaniards. She sat in a rough cane chair, with two Spaniard guards on either side of her. She was not bound in the chair, but she knew there was no escape. She had been sitting in the chair for a long time, staring ahead of her at the three wooden devices in the center of the room. She had learned of them from tales her conquered people had brought to her. They were called stocks, made to restrain the ankles while the torments of the Holy Office were inflicted. She shuddered at them. Otomi did not speak to her Spanish guards, for she did not speak their tongue, nor they hers.
After awhile, the door opened. Otomi looked to it, and her heart leapt in fear and loathing at the person who walked in. She was Marina, a pretty young maiden from one of the outlying villages of her father's kingdom. Marina, whom the Aztecs now called "Cortez' *****". This woman had gone over to the Spaniards' side, fallen in love with their brutal leader, Hernan de Cortez. She had learned their ugly language, and served as their interpreter.
"Good afternoon, my princess," Marina said sweetly. "I trust I haven't kept you waiting long."
"It is you who will wait, ***** of the Spaniards," Otomi said proudly. "You will wait forever, for your tortures to pry the secret of the gold from my lips!"
"Oh, I think not, my princess," Marina said. "I think my tender ministries shall bring the secret bubbling to your lips eventually. It may take time, but I have all the time in the world." Marina turned to the door and said something in the ugly Spanish language. Otomi watched in horror as two beautiful maidens were marched into the room by more Spanish soldiers. Atla and Xili, her handmaidens! She had grown up with these girls, and though they were truly her servants she loved them as friends and sisters. Was Marina going to torture them, in front of Otomi's eyes, to drag the secret of the gold from her? Atla's eyes caught Otomi's, and though she kept silent, Otomi could read the pleading in them. She steeled herself for the ordeal to come.
At Marina's instruction, the Spaniards forced the young handmaidens into two of the stocks, leaving the middle one empty. The handmaidens wore the spotless white robes of their station, and their feet were shod in finely-woven sandals. As the Spaniards locked the stocks into place, their sandal covered feet protruded from the rough wood like ferns that had grown through a rock.
"You see, my princess," Marina said, "the Holy Office has different rules for women than it does for men.
The rough methods that your father died under are not permitted to be used on women. But that will not save you. Marina knows arts that can be used on women, arts that will make the strongest woman crack in time! I have decided to demonstrate these arts on your handmaidens, before you take your place in the stocks between them. Perhaps the very sight of the fate that awaits you will loosen your tongue. Personally, I hope it does not."
The Spanish guards brought a low stool, and Marina placed it in front of Xili's stocked feet. The traitor sat down on the stool then, and began slowly unlacing the handmaiden's sandals. As she did so, she held up her own bare foot, that Otomi might examine the sole.
"Do you see Marina's foot?" she asked. "Rough and callused, from hours toiling in the fields, without even the shabbiest of shoes to protect it. Ah, but your handmaidens have never known such toil. And they have always worn these lovely sandals, woven for them by the finest craftsmen in your splendid city." Xili's feet were now completely bare. Marina cradled her left heel in her palm and held the foot up, examining it. "Yes, the skin of her sole is as soft as that of a new-born baby. And do you know what we do with a new-born baby's feet?" Marina's grip on Xili's ankle tightened, and she gently ran her index fingernail up the sole. "That's right; we tickle them!" Xili let out a little yelp when the fingernail touched her foot, then clamped her lips tight, holding back the laughter. Marina grinned wickedly as she spider-walked her fingers up and down the maiden's quivering sole, tickling it mercilessly. Atla watched in horror, for she knew this terrible torture would soon be visited upon her!
"Laugh, little baby, Marina knows, you love to be tickled on your tiny toes," the traitor sang, taunting the handmaiden. Xili's fists clenched and her face turned bright red. Otomi fought hard to not show any emotion as she watched this display, but she knew from their childhood games what torture Xili was undergoing! Finally the giggles burst from Xili's lips, and soon turned to loud laughter.
"There, I knew I could make you laugh," Marina said triumphantly, as she gently poked her index fingernail between each of Xili's toes. "Perhaps I will show mercy, if you beg me to stop."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Never! HEEHEEHEEHEE! I am a-HAHAHA!! handmaiden of the princess! OH! OH! I shall not be-he-heg!! HAHAHAHA!!" Xili said as proudly as she could, between guffaws.
"We shall see, proud handmaiden," Marina said ominously, then fell to tickling both of Xili's helpless feet with furious scrabbling motions of all ten fingernails. Xili threw back her head, her luxurious dark hair flying, and howled with laughter.
Xili's torture went on for long minutes. Atla watched with barely-concealed horror, while Otomi struggled to keep her emotions in check. Tears streamed down Xili's face; she grasped the bar of the stocks with her hands and shook furiously, her whole body convulsing with the tickling sensations.
Finally, Marina stopped tickling Xili's feet. The handmaiden's giggles subsided into gasps for breath. "You are strong, handmaiden," Marina admitted. "I was unable to make you beg, at least not yet." The horror on Atla's face multiplied as the traitor moved her stool from the foot of Xili's stocks to Atla's. "But perhaps this timid thing is more easily broken." Atla's lower lip trembled as Marina removed her woven sandals. Otomi swallowed, and steeled herself for the torture she would be forced to witness. If Xili was extremely ticklish, Atla was ten times more so! Many was the childhood game where Otomi and Xili had ganged up on Atla, each taking a foot and tickling it without mercy.
When Atla's feet were bare, Marina tied her big toes together with a small piece of thread. Otomi guessed that this was to prevent her feet from wiggling even the little bit permitted by the stocks. The traitor said something to the Spanish guards, and one of them handed her something. A thin wooden rod, about ten inches long; affixed to one end was a soft, fluffy white feather.
"This feather-wand is my own invention," Marina explained, holding it up for Otomi to see. "The softest, fluffiest part of the feather is attached to this thin wooden wand. The stiff wand allows me to manipulate the soft feather with more dexterity than an ordinary feather would. Very ingenious, don't you think? Let's see what your handmaiden thinks of it." With that, Otomi began to lazily draw the tip of the feather up and down Atla's right foot. Atla squealed, and bit her lower lip. She looked to her princess, her eyes full of pleading. Otomi hardened her heart. She could not even look away, not allow these devils to see the slightest sign of weakness. But this was her lifelong friend, being tortured without mercy by awful tickling!
Marina fluttered the feather over the balls of both of Atla's feet. Little squeals and high-pitched whimpers escaped her clamped lips. The traitor whisked the feathery tip back and forth across the very tips of Atla's toes. The handmaiden's fists clenched until her fingernails bit into her palms, trying to hold back the laughter. When Marina slipped the feather in between Atla's big and second toes, brushing the delicate webbing of skin there, the poor girl could hold back no longer. The laughter gushed from her like a flood from a broken dam. Marina trailed the feather slowly up Atla's right arch and down her left, all the while smiling wickedly.
"That's right, serving-girl, laugh for your princess," she taunted her victim. "Let her hear you laugh! Let her know how much this tickles!"
Atla could not speak, the laughter was flowing so freely from her lips. Marina deftly swirled the tip of the feather around the pads of each toe, one at a time. Finally, with one last flourish of the feather-wand up Atla's left sole, Marina stopped. She rose from her stool, and walked over to Otomi.
"You have seen what Marina can do, princess," Marina said, sneering the last word. "The choice is now yours. Will you spare yourself the tortures of my tickles, and spare your servants further torments? Or will you take your place between them, and subject all six of your tender feet to my ministries?"
Otomi looked at her handmaidens. Atla was in tears, her eyes pleading with her mistress. Xili tried to show strength, but Otomi could tell that she, too, was in terror of being tickled more. But she had been charged by her father with keeping the gold from the invaders' hands. She must not, could not falter!
"Do with me as you will," Otomi said, raising her chin high. "You will never learn the hiding-place of the gold from Otomi."
Marina's evil grin turned to a grimace of anger. "We shall see, princess! Oh, we shall see!" She barked instructions to the Spanish guards, who roughly lifted Otomi by the arms from her chair. In a thrice, she was locked into the set of stocks between her handmaidens, and her woven sandals stripped from her delicate feet and tossed in a corner.
"Now, you must wait," Marina said. "I go to prepare a special treat for you. Compared to this, pretty serving-girls, the tickling you have just endured will feel like nothing at all!" With that, Marina left the chamber, leaving Otomi and her handmaidens to await their fate.
"My princess, what will she do to us?" Atla asked in terror. "I-I will not be able to stand any more tickling!"
"Be strong, my friend," Otomi encouraged. "The tortures we endure are to save the treasures of our empire. We must not falter!"
"We cannot falter, my lady," Xili reminded her. "Atla and I do not know where the treasure is. That secret is yours alone!"
Soon, Marina returned, holding a wooden bucket and a brush. "I trust you ladies have had much to talk about while I was gone?" she said. She stopped at Atla's stocks. Dipping the brush in the bucket, Marina ladled out a large quantity of viscous amber liquid. She applied this liberally to Atla's soles, taking care to wedge a portion between each toe. As she repeated the process with Otomi and Xili, the women could tell what the substance was by its aroma. Honey!
"There," Marina said, stepping back to admire her work. "I dare say you now have the sweetest feet in all the empire!" Otomi and her handmaidens were confused, not understanding how this could be torture. Then Marina said something in the ugly Spanish tongue, and their eyes grew wide with understanding and fear. Three Spaniards entered the chamber, each leading a young goat on a leash. The goats wore muzzles, to keep their mouths covered. The Spaniards tethered the goats to the stocks; even through the muzzles, the hungry goats could smell the honey.
"Last chance to talk, my princess," Marina said. Otomi was resolutely silent; Marina gave the command. As one, the goat-herders removed the muzzles from the beasts. Almost instantly the goats fell to licking the honey from the captive soles. Their raspy tongues slithered all over the women's soles, in and out between their toes, and over the tops of their feet. The effect was maddening! This tickled worse than anything Xili and Atla had yet felt, and it went on and on! Loud laughter filled the tiny chamber. Tears streamed down the three maidens' faces. Marina merely stood by and watched, arms folded, grinning like a snake. When the goats had licked every last drop of honey from the women's feet, Marina took her brush and applied more honey.
"The torture of the goat's tongue will continue, until you talk, Otomi," Marina said. "Where is the gold?"
Between bursts of loud laughter, Otomi spat out: "Never!"
What was the final outcome of this torture? Did Otomi break down and reveal the hiding-place of the gold? Were Otomi and her handmaidens tickled until they lost their minds? Or did they manage to escape, perhaps even to turn the tables on Marina, their tormentor? That story is for another day.
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