Story: Queen's favorite.
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Here is the story that goes with the above picture.
Queen's Favorite.
part 1. Underworld
Princess Volac's finger tips caresses the writhing nude woman hanging in the dark flame lit cell. "Ahh Kate, you're so deliciously soft and sensitive. I'm looking forward to discovering every ticklish secret your supple body has to teach me." Her evil smile glared just inches from Ms Beckinsale's mask of ticklish agony. The princess whispered sweetly in the raven haired beauties ear "I'm going to tickle you a year for every silly line and botched scene in each of your sad little films." Kate howled and pleaded for mercy from the ticklish fingertips caressing her pert breasts, and circling her swollen slippery nipples. The ravishing actress hung by her wrists from the ceiling. She squirmed in a panic, helpless to avoid the cruel tickling. Her agony was this sick fiends pleasure. The intense, electric shocks of tickle torture forced her to thrash and beg. Volac panted with delight at her torture. The sight of such ticklish torment was pure ecstasy. Hot with lust and desire, the demon princess couldn't stop herself if she wanted to.
The portal to the black, hot cell burst open. A messenger of the Queen and lesser Princess stepped in. Pink, bare soles padded silently across the smooth obsidian floor. Volac glared with fury. "Why this interruption? The seal to this chamber was not to be broken for another six centuries. And you bring with you this sniveling worm! Explain yourself." she hissed at the messenger, ignoring the younger princess completely. Kate flailed in giggling madness as Volac's fingers stroked her bare soles. The elder princess was swooning with the intense pleasure the raven haired actresses reaction evoked.
"You are to come with me at once, your duties with this mortal are ended. Princess Tiril will take your place." And with that the queens messenger spun on her bare feet and left the torture chamber. Tiril dived at Kate with ravenous hunger; wriggling her fingers into her underarms, gasping with delight at the breathless laughter and squeals ripped from the flushed face. Tiril's older sister snarled at her with hate as she rushed after this nameless servant. Shaking with withdrawal from the overwhelming intoxication such delicious tortures bring, she dared not disobey this order from the queen; lest she give the slightest excuse to become one of the tortured. The ancient terror that stalked all the Vyv ruled her with its iron grasp. For like all Vyv, she was more ticklish than any of the mortals pleading in the thousands of chambers they passed.
The two nude, red, muscular demonic bodies wound through the lavish corridors. The finest rugs muffled the footfalls of their exquisitely sensitive soles. Incense heavy air caressed their ticklish, hairless bodies. Now that she had cooled down from the high of ravaging the nervous system of that juicy mortal, she burned with anger at the insult of the recent events. To have such a delicious catch as that B actress plucked from her greedy grasp, and handed to a younger princess, what could be more humiliating. Well, she was the oldest of the Queen's sixty nine daughters, so having any devil take that succulent prize from her would be an insult. Did she no longer have the Queens favor? Fear washed away her anger. She was suddenly aware of how vulnerable her smooth nude body was to the lightest touch, as she heard the sweet echoes of thousands of nearby souls, howling in their eternal ticklish agony.
The messenger stopped by a narrow door "Wait inside". The heavy ebony door pulsed. It was ornately carved with twisted faces screaming from merciless tickling, the eyes of these black masks of ticklish agony pulsed with a hellish glow. Volac entered slowly, with dread and apprehension. The room was pitch black and clouded with incense. As soon as the door shut and was sealed, she could sense them. "The queen has chosen you Eldest Princess" a silky voice that was not Vyv whispered from the shadows. "She has chosen you to be ... a reminder to all the Vyv of their worst fear." And with that the three of them leapt at her.
Part 2. The Droch.
Volac woke slowly. Below her was the beautiful, red, slender body of a demon. Smiling up at her. But this demon had a thick black mane of hair, red horns, and much softer feminine features. She was a droch. Loathed and scorned by the Vyv as a weaker race of devils. She heard two others moving behind her. Suddenly she noticed her position; hanging from the ceiling, face down, wrists and angles locked and tethered to the ceiling. The horror of her predicament washed over her. Her ticklish red skin was stretched and exposed to whatever these delicate devils wanted to do to her. "Release me! How dare you assault me! When the queen hears of this...". Soft chuckling filled the chamber. "We are here at the queens invitation, my princess" the droch mocked her. Volac was furious, filled with dread and confusion. "Awww, you look so confused, you poor dear, let me explain it to you this way..." Her eyes lit up as she reached up with both hands to Volac's bare breasts. Panic flashed across Volac's face. Pure terror was coming at her on the tips of ten slender soft fingers.
Laughter exploded from her at the first touch. Hot slippery fingers stroked and danced over her ticklish breasts. The sensation was pure torture. It had been so long since Volac's muscled nude body had endured tickling. She had forgotten how unbearable it was. Two more nimble hands joined in tormenting her flesh. One on each smooth underarm. The warm fingers were so gentle. They crawled with the lightest touch; varying long slow stroking with quick flutters. They traced circles over her burning hot skin. She simply couldn't stand it. Thrashing and flailing her head did nothing to block out the ticklish sensations. Then two more hands began to scramble across her butter soft soles. Tender pink soles that never toughened from being barefoot. Toes clenched and feet flexed wildly. The lighter they touched her hot body, the more violently the muscles beneath the silky smooth skin pulsed. She howled and bucked from the unbearable tickle torture. Every fibre of her being wanted it to stop. Ticklish agony shot through her nervous system like white hot magma. Between the giggles and guffaws ripped from her lungs she plead for them to stop, begged and begged for a break. She babbled foolish promises. Desperate whimpering and incoherent sniveling.
The glowing bodies of the three droch undulated with ecstasy. The gyrations of desperate agony and howls of begging and giggling tickled their pleasure centers. Eyes and ears were wide open; hungrily drinking in the sights and sounds of this frenzied fiend of hell. Fingers hungry for more pleasure stroked soft smooth inner thighs. Her strong thighs twitched and shivered from the tickling fingers. Three sensuous bodies groaned and sighed in their burning lust. Every nerve in the betrayed princesses body ached. Every nerve in the gorgeous bodies of her tormenters craved to hear, see and feel more exquisite ticklish agony inflicted upon their totally defenseless victim.
Hot wet tongues and mouths worked this demons hyper sensitive skin. Thirty evil fingers poked and prodded every naked inch. Each trembling muscle was kneaded. Slippery nipples were stroked and teased relentlessly. Screaming ticklish agony ripped through Volac's delicious body. Slick devilish tongues wormed between her squirming toes. Voluptuous lips crawled across velvety arches. The three torturers were mad with lust and pleasure. Volac was gasping and bucking in the depths of her worst nightmare. A quivering mass of tickled nerve endings.
"Oh yes, yes, beg for mercy, beg you sniveling worm!". "You like this, you like this here, when I stroke your ribs like this?". "That's it my pathetic tickle slave, let it out, oooh yes, let it all out!". "Oh how I love your suffering, your agony. Such a ticklish baby. I'm going to tickle you till you cry! I'm going to tell every demon in hell how we played your tender body like a cheap sex toy." "The queen wants us to make an example of you. Arrogant and insolent. All the Vyv will tremble in renewed fear as the pass by this chamber. Hearing your begging and pleading." "Beg more, yes, that's it. Ahh your soles are irresistible, so incredibly sensitive, quivering, ticklish, helpless." "I don't remember your mother telling us how long we could tickle you. Maybe you're to be an eternal example!"
In their euphoria, the three torturers didn't notice something moving in the shadows of the room. Three writhing nude fiends, delirious with the ecstasy, tormented their hopeless victim. However, the droch are as ticklish as they are cruel. Their skin as sensitive as their bodies were slender and graceful. They were oblivious to Vyv hands slowly reaching from the darkness.
the end.
