just_ashes
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Hi tickle people! :stickout I made second part of my story. Hope you like it, and thanks to everyone who asked me to continue. There is more to come, of course. Happy reading!
Suddenly, step foots echoed through the hallway. Violet woke up from his day-dreaming. The steps stopped before her room. But nobody called the door.
—Come on in, Ursula—, the princess invited, leaned on her window.
Several seconds past, and still, no one called, or entered. She started to walk to open, when the mechanism of locks began to motion with a heavy and slow screech. Violet stopped.
—Ursula?
The door didn’t open. Absolute silence, again. The princess had a bad feeling. Trying to make the less noise possible, she went to open to see who was behind. Holding the knob, she took a deep breath a prepared for anything about to happen.
No one was there. She stood on the hallway and looked in every direction. “Hello?” she asked. She was sure any more steps leaving. But someone had been there. Her call resonated on the passage corridor. She could have thought of any excuse for that. But it had been not the first time. She went back into her room, with the bad feeling still inside her. From the window, she saw the horsemen about to enter the town’s gates.
Layla wanted to scream. She wanted to tell anyone what she had witnessed. It was clear for her, that a secret plan to kidnap Princess Violet. She knew who were behind it and some more details about the plot prepared for it. But she also knew her life was highly compromised, and with her, the members of her family were in danger too. The consequences of speak this would be terrible. There, among the people in the plaza, she watched the King and their men, getting back from the fields. After some dreadful hours inside a gloomy chamber, being tickled merciless by the two creep soldiers who made sure she would not open her mouth. They released her only when she swore she was not going to tell anyone about the plan. They have told her, she was going to be under surveillance constantly. And she felt it that way. She feared if she breathed too hard, someone would grab her and drag her back to the chamber for more tickle punishment.
She had not met the princess in person, but she had nothing against her. As the rest of the town, she liked her and admired her beauty and grace. Being she the only daughter of King Ulir and her wife, she was the future of the kingdom. Of course, Layla had to do something, but she was still afraid from her recent experience. She embraced herself and tried to think about something to do. She thought of her family: the two soldiers had promised to slay them if she talked. She didn’t want anything happened to the princess, but her own family was first.
A hand tapped on her shoulder. She instantly turned around repressing a scream, covering her mouth and opening her eyes wide.
—What is wrong with you, sister?
Rachel looked at Layla’s unexpected reaction, not knowing what happened with her.
—Where have you been? —she insisted— it’s late and you’re not home yet. My mother sent me looking for you.
Layla tried to calm down. Took a deep breath to appear more normal.
—I was doing something for Mrs. Ursula… —she tried to explain.
—Let’s go home—she interrupted her sister—. Our mother needs you.
Layla nodded and followed her sister home.
That night, Layla could not sleep. Having flashbacks of her interrogation. The two men took turns to torment her. She was exhausted, and even when she plead for a stop, they seemed to not listening and continued scribbling on her soles. They constantly poured water to make them slippery and increase the tickling. Layla didn’t know this kids playing could be a terrible torture. They also tried every spot on her body, going from her feet to her armpits and ribs. The worst part was that they seemed to be enjoying with her suffering. She laughed until her lungs were out of air and she felt about to faint. They also talked about how they would do the same with other girls in the castle, and especially with the princess. They fantasized about tickling her while she were kidnaped. Layla never had such a horrible experience before. When she was released, she felt very weak and still afraid. It even took a moment to realize where she was and how to get out of that gloomy corridor. Even then, in her bed, she still had the feeling of those hands running all over her. And finally, images of Princess Violet assassinated appeared on her mind.
She woke up and felt like she wanted to scream again, but again, she trapped her voice shutting her mouth with both hands. She was shaking and covered in sweat. It took her a moment to calm down and understood she was in her house. Rachel was sleeping in her bed, next to her. She fell on her bed and hid under her sheets.
She had to do something. Not only to avoid the potential assassination of princess Violet, but, because fear would not leave her. Never.
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The sun was already set behind the mountains. Princess Violet observed in the distance the silhouettes of the horsemen galloping on the High Fields. Her father and Sir Robert, in company of the Royal Guard, used to take this ride at the last hours of each day. Important issues would be discussed, some news inside and outside Rurian, military and diplomatic plans were set up also. The princess liked to watch her father returning the castle, coming down the hills. But she wasn’t the only one. People gather around the public plaza to admire the noble men march to the castle’s gates. It was the daily occasion for the young maids to sigh contemplating their hero, Sir Robert, straddling on his horse, like he was returning from an important battle. But they were still on the fields. Layla’s room was one of the finest in the castle, and besides her personal maids, Ursula and her parents, no one else was allowed there. With twenty-one years celebrated just recently, the plans of her future commitment with a noble son of a kingdom who shared a friendship treaty with Rurian, had made her a very valuable member of the family. The royal union, would make the two kingdoms one powerful territory. If they only knew, her heart belonged to Sir Robert. Suddenly, step foots echoed through the hallway. Violet woke up from his day-dreaming. The steps stopped before her room. But nobody called the door.
—Come on in, Ursula—, the princess invited, leaned on her window.
Several seconds past, and still, no one called, or entered. She started to walk to open, when the mechanism of locks began to motion with a heavy and slow screech. Violet stopped.
—Ursula?
The door didn’t open. Absolute silence, again. The princess had a bad feeling. Trying to make the less noise possible, she went to open to see who was behind. Holding the knob, she took a deep breath a prepared for anything about to happen.
No one was there. She stood on the hallway and looked in every direction. “Hello?” she asked. She was sure any more steps leaving. But someone had been there. Her call resonated on the passage corridor. She could have thought of any excuse for that. But it had been not the first time. She went back into her room, with the bad feeling still inside her. From the window, she saw the horsemen about to enter the town’s gates.
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Layla wanted to scream. She wanted to tell anyone what she had witnessed. It was clear for her, that a secret plan to kidnap Princess Violet. She knew who were behind it and some more details about the plot prepared for it. But she also knew her life was highly compromised, and with her, the members of her family were in danger too. The consequences of speak this would be terrible. There, among the people in the plaza, she watched the King and their men, getting back from the fields. After some dreadful hours inside a gloomy chamber, being tickled merciless by the two creep soldiers who made sure she would not open her mouth. They released her only when she swore she was not going to tell anyone about the plan. They have told her, she was going to be under surveillance constantly. And she felt it that way. She feared if she breathed too hard, someone would grab her and drag her back to the chamber for more tickle punishment.
She had not met the princess in person, but she had nothing against her. As the rest of the town, she liked her and admired her beauty and grace. Being she the only daughter of King Ulir and her wife, she was the future of the kingdom. Of course, Layla had to do something, but she was still afraid from her recent experience. She embraced herself and tried to think about something to do. She thought of her family: the two soldiers had promised to slay them if she talked. She didn’t want anything happened to the princess, but her own family was first.
A hand tapped on her shoulder. She instantly turned around repressing a scream, covering her mouth and opening her eyes wide.
—What is wrong with you, sister?
Rachel looked at Layla’s unexpected reaction, not knowing what happened with her.
—Where have you been? —she insisted— it’s late and you’re not home yet. My mother sent me looking for you.
Layla tried to calm down. Took a deep breath to appear more normal.
—I was doing something for Mrs. Ursula… —she tried to explain.
—Let’s go home—she interrupted her sister—. Our mother needs you.
Layla nodded and followed her sister home.
That night, Layla could not sleep. Having flashbacks of her interrogation. The two men took turns to torment her. She was exhausted, and even when she plead for a stop, they seemed to not listening and continued scribbling on her soles. They constantly poured water to make them slippery and increase the tickling. Layla didn’t know this kids playing could be a terrible torture. They also tried every spot on her body, going from her feet to her armpits and ribs. The worst part was that they seemed to be enjoying with her suffering. She laughed until her lungs were out of air and she felt about to faint. They also talked about how they would do the same with other girls in the castle, and especially with the princess. They fantasized about tickling her while she were kidnaped. Layla never had such a horrible experience before. When she was released, she felt very weak and still afraid. It even took a moment to realize where she was and how to get out of that gloomy corridor. Even then, in her bed, she still had the feeling of those hands running all over her. And finally, images of Princess Violet assassinated appeared on her mind.
She woke up and felt like she wanted to scream again, but again, she trapped her voice shutting her mouth with both hands. She was shaking and covered in sweat. It took her a moment to calm down and understood she was in her house. Rachel was sleeping in her bed, next to her. She fell on her bed and hid under her sheets.
She had to do something. Not only to avoid the potential assassination of princess Violet, but, because fear would not leave her. Never.
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