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Hi tickle people! My second attempt to write something :lol I think its more dynamic than the previous one, so i hope someone reads it a tell me his/her opinion. If you guys like it, i will continue it :blush i promise. The title is temporary, but i have big plans for the story. Oh, and you can join writting if you want! Thanks for passing by and have a good reading. :cool
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She woke up minutes before the rooster started to announce a new day rising.
Her bed made of hay always had smell of stables, next where she and her family lived. She not always enjoyed getting up before dawn to start her chores at the household, but she was the eldest daughter and because of this, she had to make the most difficult jobs, like feeding the animals, cleaning the stables and cut some wood for the family stove.
Layla lived in an old shack along with her father, Leo, who also had a blacksmith shop in the town. Her mother Brida was in charge of the little farm and to keep an eye on her home and Rachel, Layla's little sister. She was about to be 19, five years older than Rachel.
Just recently, Layla had the chance to also work during the day at the service of the castle, as one of the maids. She was very excited about it. She not only had the chance to be near the royal family members (specially from prince Noel, who of course was out of her reach, but this didn't stop her to dream with knowing her one day), but also this meant an improvement for her lifestyle and her family's income.
Things were not necessary bad at the lands of Rurian, where King Ulir II reigned with justice and peace and prosperity was among the citizens of Rurian.
Layla didn't like her daily chores at home, but she had to do them if she didn’t want to face her father's rage. As a maid in the castle, she and her family had the opportunity to inhabit the interiors of the castle, though, it was in the most far and less luxurious part, it was the nicest place they had lived. And even if her duties in the castle were not less likeable (including moping, cleaning walls and doing laundry, among others) she enjoyed her every day. Once she had wished when she saw a shooting star in one starry night with Rachel on the countryside, for her life to never change and stayed this way forever. She believed her wish was granted, but soon she was going to discover that she was wrong, and her life was about to change.
-Layla!-called Mrs. Ursula with a package wrapped on a cloth on her hands.
-Yes, Ma'am! - She attended running towards her.
-Take this package and give it to Sir Robert. Now!
She ended her command with a slap on the back of her neck. Layla almost ignored this treatment. She was used.
Ursula was in charge of all the maids in the castle. This gave her a position she used to abuse of the other ladies in the service. All of them, Layla included, had learn to obey her without question, whether they liked the chore assigned or not. But even with this, she smiled while she carried the package to the knight’s room.
Sir Robert was quite popular in Rurian. He was a tall and handsome man, lots of muscles and the fame of being a heartbreaker. He was known as one of the bravest men on the army, and this made him to be ascended to commander of the royal army of knights of Rurian. Almost every woman in town sighed when they saw him marching to the castle. Even Rachel started to notice him. But not Layla, who only had eyes for Noel. Of course, not everything was sympathies; some knights secretly planed a way to eliminate him somehow. Or so the people at the taverns said.
Layla entered the hallway to the knight’s chamber. Usually, Sir Robert was not hard to find, and since she was one of the youngest maids, she could enter some areas to interact with the knights.
But it seemed that Sir Robert was not to around this time. She considered giving it to one of the assistants of the knights, the esquires, but she thought this might get her a big nag from Ursula. Things had to be done exactly as she said. And she said “give it to him”. Layla continued searching on the halls and rooms. It was strange: there were no knights or any member of the army. The chamber was empty. Maybe the knights were practicing tactics or discussing matter of their interest. She was about to give up when she heard voices in one of the rooms. She approached, trying to figure if it was an important reunion or a regular chat. She entered and discovered that the voices were a whisper between two men.
Just before she could open her mouth to say hello, one of the voices (getting clearer as she approached them) was talking about the risks of certain plan. The two men were on another room inside, lighted only by some candles. Whatever this was, it was a secretly matter. Layla was about to leave when she heard:
-No, we kidnap the princess first. Then we claim for a ransom. That’s it. If King Ulir don’t pay, we kill the bitch princess.
Layla was shocked. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. These men were planning to kidnap Princess Violet! She placed the package on the floor carefully, took her shoes off and tried to sneak closer, near to the entrance of the room. She tried to be as silent as possible, she had to be sure this was a real plan and who were these men to alert someone about it. Barefoot, walking on tip toes, she got as close as possible without being noticed.
-You really want to kill her? Are you out of your mind?
-I am not- replied the voice lowering his voice.
-what?
-I heard something…
Layla stick to the wall, feeling her heart beating faster. She then heard step coming from the room. She regretted her decision.
-Make sure nobody is snooping out there! - One of the voices said.
She tried to get way leaving package and shoes behind. She managed to hide behind a cabinet, just in time she was discovered by the men. But they saw the package and the shoes on the floor. Steps approached and a shadow was coming to her. She closed her eyes and wrapped herself with her arms. A big hand felt heavily on her shoulder and before she could say anything, she was dragged out and her mouth was covered with another hand, secured by one of the men. In front of her, another man, still wearing parts of his armor, looked at her with a heavy expression.
Layla was terrified, trying to scream but the hand was covering her face with a strong grip.
-You little snitch! What are you doing here? –the knight inquired irritated.
Layla couldn’t answer but tried to nod off, with her eyes in tears.
-And more important, what have you heard? These things don’t matter to a bitch maid… This is not your place. Tell me, what you heard from our conversation.
She was unable to express a reasonable explanation (which she had, somehow), but his captor laughed while he shook her.
-Whatever this lady knows, we can be sure she will not talk at all. We are going to teach her a little lesson on privacy!
The two men agreed smiling and taking Layla with them.
She was dragged into another room, at the end of the hallway. One place she was never been before. It looked almost like a prison cell, and she was sure they were so far inside the castle, no one could hear her. Without saying another word she was forced to seat on a chair while her hands were tied to the back of it. She cried in panic trying to explain her presence on the room, but he seemed to not hearing her story. His partner went out and returned with a torch and a wooden device. The torch was set on a wall, not lighting the cell or whatever they were.
Layla protested and tried to resist but they were stronger. He then placed her ankles on the device, which had two holes for this purpose. Once she was totally immobilized with her feet put on another chair, and trapped on the stocks. The two men stood in front of her.
-Ok, my lady –he mocked her- What exactly where you doing here?
-I told you! –She replied on tears- Mrs. Ursula sent me to goring a package for Sir Robert…
-Sir Robert? That piece of dog crap is not in here now. Fortunately. But, we’re not stupid. Someone must have sent you!
-No! I swear I was not spying! –Layla insisted.
-We are going to make sure you were not. And also, that you’re going to keep your mouth shouted…
Layla looked terrified how one of the men, brought a chair to sit next to the stocks.
-This is going to teach you to be away of other people business…
Layla felt her fingers scribbling along on her soles and under her toes. Her body began to shake as the feeling was going through her.
-Hahaha! What are you doing… haha no!- she giggled when both hands started to tickle her both feet non stopping.
The poor maid was laughing while the knight expertly dig on her soles and scratched between her toes. She closed her toes but then he attacked the front of her toes. Whatever she did with her feet, he found another spot to tickle and make her feet vulnerable.
Hahahahahahahah noooo pleeeehhhehehese! Stoooop! –she begged already, but the torture didn’t stop and became more intense.
-Tell me who sent you and what your intentions were in here, and I will stop.
-hahahahaahahah I told youuuuuu!! Hahahaha
-Well, then prepare to be tickled more!
He kept driving her crazy with the tickle and just when Layla began to cough, he stopped.
-This is what happen to snitches! –the other man next to her indicated while holding her mouth with a strong grip, making her look at him.
Layla was sweating and breathing faster, unable to say a word, victim of an absolute panic.
The other man started to squeeze her sides and stomach, which made Layla to twist and burst in laugh trying to avoid the tickling on her ribs.
-Haahahahahhahaa pleeeeeeheheheheeeeeeeeeeese! Hahahahahhahahaha
The young maid laughed and screamed but their captors didn’t stop. Even more, the other continued the torture on her soles and then went up to her tights and knees.
She was crying and laughing at the same time, shaking and twisting on her chair while almost every inch of her body was being tickled merciless.
Covered in sweat and about to pass out, she felt weakly and dazed. They stopped at once.
-No more please! - She cried still giggling- I promise I will not say a word of this….
She took deep breaths. Tears were coming down her face and she felt a kind of pain on the places her captors had been tickling aggressively
-Sure you will not talk, bitch! Because if you do, we are going to find you and tickle you to death!
Both men laughed and prepared to leave the room. Layla looked them trying to release her hands from the ties.
-You are going to stay here, we are not done with you…
Layla was left alone on that cell only lighted big a dim fire on a wall. The filthy room leaked from the ceiling and smelled like a ditch. There, she remembered the shooting star she once saw with her sister. Once again she made a wish in her mind. Only this time, it was for her life to be back to the normality. She wished and closed her eyes.
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She woke up minutes before the rooster started to announce a new day rising.
Her bed made of hay always had smell of stables, next where she and her family lived. She not always enjoyed getting up before dawn to start her chores at the household, but she was the eldest daughter and because of this, she had to make the most difficult jobs, like feeding the animals, cleaning the stables and cut some wood for the family stove.
Layla lived in an old shack along with her father, Leo, who also had a blacksmith shop in the town. Her mother Brida was in charge of the little farm and to keep an eye on her home and Rachel, Layla's little sister. She was about to be 19, five years older than Rachel.
Just recently, Layla had the chance to also work during the day at the service of the castle, as one of the maids. She was very excited about it. She not only had the chance to be near the royal family members (specially from prince Noel, who of course was out of her reach, but this didn't stop her to dream with knowing her one day), but also this meant an improvement for her lifestyle and her family's income.
Things were not necessary bad at the lands of Rurian, where King Ulir II reigned with justice and peace and prosperity was among the citizens of Rurian.
Layla didn't like her daily chores at home, but she had to do them if she didn’t want to face her father's rage. As a maid in the castle, she and her family had the opportunity to inhabit the interiors of the castle, though, it was in the most far and less luxurious part, it was the nicest place they had lived. And even if her duties in the castle were not less likeable (including moping, cleaning walls and doing laundry, among others) she enjoyed her every day. Once she had wished when she saw a shooting star in one starry night with Rachel on the countryside, for her life to never change and stayed this way forever. She believed her wish was granted, but soon she was going to discover that she was wrong, and her life was about to change.
* * *
-Layla!-called Mrs. Ursula with a package wrapped on a cloth on her hands.
-Yes, Ma'am! - She attended running towards her.
-Take this package and give it to Sir Robert. Now!
She ended her command with a slap on the back of her neck. Layla almost ignored this treatment. She was used.
Ursula was in charge of all the maids in the castle. This gave her a position she used to abuse of the other ladies in the service. All of them, Layla included, had learn to obey her without question, whether they liked the chore assigned or not. But even with this, she smiled while she carried the package to the knight’s room.
Sir Robert was quite popular in Rurian. He was a tall and handsome man, lots of muscles and the fame of being a heartbreaker. He was known as one of the bravest men on the army, and this made him to be ascended to commander of the royal army of knights of Rurian. Almost every woman in town sighed when they saw him marching to the castle. Even Rachel started to notice him. But not Layla, who only had eyes for Noel. Of course, not everything was sympathies; some knights secretly planed a way to eliminate him somehow. Or so the people at the taverns said.
Layla entered the hallway to the knight’s chamber. Usually, Sir Robert was not hard to find, and since she was one of the youngest maids, she could enter some areas to interact with the knights.
But it seemed that Sir Robert was not to around this time. She considered giving it to one of the assistants of the knights, the esquires, but she thought this might get her a big nag from Ursula. Things had to be done exactly as she said. And she said “give it to him”. Layla continued searching on the halls and rooms. It was strange: there were no knights or any member of the army. The chamber was empty. Maybe the knights were practicing tactics or discussing matter of their interest. She was about to give up when she heard voices in one of the rooms. She approached, trying to figure if it was an important reunion or a regular chat. She entered and discovered that the voices were a whisper between two men.
Just before she could open her mouth to say hello, one of the voices (getting clearer as she approached them) was talking about the risks of certain plan. The two men were on another room inside, lighted only by some candles. Whatever this was, it was a secretly matter. Layla was about to leave when she heard:
-No, we kidnap the princess first. Then we claim for a ransom. That’s it. If King Ulir don’t pay, we kill the bitch princess.
Layla was shocked. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. These men were planning to kidnap Princess Violet! She placed the package on the floor carefully, took her shoes off and tried to sneak closer, near to the entrance of the room. She tried to be as silent as possible, she had to be sure this was a real plan and who were these men to alert someone about it. Barefoot, walking on tip toes, she got as close as possible without being noticed.
-You really want to kill her? Are you out of your mind?
-I am not- replied the voice lowering his voice.
-what?
-I heard something…
Layla stick to the wall, feeling her heart beating faster. She then heard step coming from the room. She regretted her decision.
-Make sure nobody is snooping out there! - One of the voices said.
She tried to get way leaving package and shoes behind. She managed to hide behind a cabinet, just in time she was discovered by the men. But they saw the package and the shoes on the floor. Steps approached and a shadow was coming to her. She closed her eyes and wrapped herself with her arms. A big hand felt heavily on her shoulder and before she could say anything, she was dragged out and her mouth was covered with another hand, secured by one of the men. In front of her, another man, still wearing parts of his armor, looked at her with a heavy expression.
Layla was terrified, trying to scream but the hand was covering her face with a strong grip.
-You little snitch! What are you doing here? –the knight inquired irritated.
Layla couldn’t answer but tried to nod off, with her eyes in tears.
-And more important, what have you heard? These things don’t matter to a bitch maid… This is not your place. Tell me, what you heard from our conversation.
She was unable to express a reasonable explanation (which she had, somehow), but his captor laughed while he shook her.
-Whatever this lady knows, we can be sure she will not talk at all. We are going to teach her a little lesson on privacy!
The two men agreed smiling and taking Layla with them.
* * *
She was dragged into another room, at the end of the hallway. One place she was never been before. It looked almost like a prison cell, and she was sure they were so far inside the castle, no one could hear her. Without saying another word she was forced to seat on a chair while her hands were tied to the back of it. She cried in panic trying to explain her presence on the room, but he seemed to not hearing her story. His partner went out and returned with a torch and a wooden device. The torch was set on a wall, not lighting the cell or whatever they were.
Layla protested and tried to resist but they were stronger. He then placed her ankles on the device, which had two holes for this purpose. Once she was totally immobilized with her feet put on another chair, and trapped on the stocks. The two men stood in front of her.
-Ok, my lady –he mocked her- What exactly where you doing here?
-I told you! –She replied on tears- Mrs. Ursula sent me to goring a package for Sir Robert…
-Sir Robert? That piece of dog crap is not in here now. Fortunately. But, we’re not stupid. Someone must have sent you!
-No! I swear I was not spying! –Layla insisted.
-We are going to make sure you were not. And also, that you’re going to keep your mouth shouted…
Layla looked terrified how one of the men, brought a chair to sit next to the stocks.
-This is going to teach you to be away of other people business…
Layla felt her fingers scribbling along on her soles and under her toes. Her body began to shake as the feeling was going through her.
-Hahaha! What are you doing… haha no!- she giggled when both hands started to tickle her both feet non stopping.
The poor maid was laughing while the knight expertly dig on her soles and scratched between her toes. She closed her toes but then he attacked the front of her toes. Whatever she did with her feet, he found another spot to tickle and make her feet vulnerable.
Hahahahahahahah noooo pleeeehhhehehese! Stoooop! –she begged already, but the torture didn’t stop and became more intense.
-Tell me who sent you and what your intentions were in here, and I will stop.
-hahahahaahahah I told youuuuuu!! Hahahaha
-Well, then prepare to be tickled more!
He kept driving her crazy with the tickle and just when Layla began to cough, he stopped.
-This is what happen to snitches! –the other man next to her indicated while holding her mouth with a strong grip, making her look at him.
Layla was sweating and breathing faster, unable to say a word, victim of an absolute panic.
The other man started to squeeze her sides and stomach, which made Layla to twist and burst in laugh trying to avoid the tickling on her ribs.
-Haahahahahhahaa pleeeeeeheheheheeeeeeeeeeese! Hahahahahhahahaha
The young maid laughed and screamed but their captors didn’t stop. Even more, the other continued the torture on her soles and then went up to her tights and knees.
She was crying and laughing at the same time, shaking and twisting on her chair while almost every inch of her body was being tickled merciless.
Covered in sweat and about to pass out, she felt weakly and dazed. They stopped at once.
-No more please! - She cried still giggling- I promise I will not say a word of this….
She took deep breaths. Tears were coming down her face and she felt a kind of pain on the places her captors had been tickling aggressively
-Sure you will not talk, bitch! Because if you do, we are going to find you and tickle you to death!
Both men laughed and prepared to leave the room. Layla looked them trying to release her hands from the ties.
-You are going to stay here, we are not done with you…
Layla was left alone on that cell only lighted big a dim fire on a wall. The filthy room leaked from the ceiling and smelled like a ditch. There, she remembered the shooting star she once saw with her sister. Once again she made a wish in her mind. Only this time, it was for her life to be back to the normality. She wished and closed her eyes.
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