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Well met, stranger! Today I have a very special piece to share with you. 🙂 Continuing with my theme of all things involving spousal torment, I present to you Jenna, fiancee of our very own Dalekfire, in the most piratey request I've ever done.
If wiggling wives or giggling girlfriends tickle your fancy, please come and see me on my dA page, wife-napper.deviantart.com . Other than that, please enjoy! 🙂
Seeking romance and excitement, the adventurous Mrs.Dalek-to-be has taken to the high seas with her significant other.
Lacking any real leads or funds of their own, the swashbuckling duo have made a nasty habit of commandeering the resources of the notorious, and somewhat-stereotypical, Captain de Plume.
With their small crew of two, and their element of surprise, Jenna and Dalek had, together, given the blustering Captain the slip on many an occasion. However, when an ancient map leading to long-lost Aztec treasure came into de Plume's possession, it seemed too good to be true.
With gold in their eyes and the prospect of an everlasting honeymoon, the two dastardly deck-swabbers pinched the map and made for the treasure themselves.
Unfortunately for them, de Plume fully expected this, and set a trap.
Capturing the couple unawares, de Plume has them brought on board his ship. Sailing far into the open water, far from any chance of rescue, de Plume has Jenna tied up on deck ready to be interrogated. Wielding his favourite feather from his trusty pet parrot, Jonathan (it was already named that when he got it), de Plume begins to question his captive. He gauges her anxious facial expressions as he waves the feather close to various spots on her body - neck, tummy, breasts, armpits, thighs - however, when he gets to her feet, not only does Captain Jenna go white, but she even emits a tiny, choked yelp.
Having interrogated many a fair maiden in his long career, Captain de Plume grins and removes her long boots.
"So, lass," he grins - "Will ye tell me where my map is now, or are ye gonna let me have some FUN with ya first!?"
Maintaining a shred of salty dignity, Captain Jenna spits onto de Plumes shiny, clean deck.
Flinching and surpressing the urge to clean it up with his sleeve (Captain de Plume has a mild touch of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that tends to flare up when he's excited), the burly pirate grins. Of course, even if she HAD volunteered the map freely, de Plume would have tortured her ANYway.
Consequently, the notorious Captain Jenna, thorn in de Plume's side no more, spends the better part of the next hour having her rigid composure steadily worn down until she is a quivering, hysterical mess, giggling like a bar wench. Finally having admitted to taking the map, Jenna tries to strike a deal with Captain de Plume. Realising quite how helpless and trapped she is, she begins to negotiate and offer the Captain all manner of compensation.
Drunk with enjoyment at the sight of his old enemy in such a state, the Captain is having none of it, though he doesn't attempt to stop her from begging. As Captain Jenna becomes more and more desperate, she even begins to consider simply handing him the map - after all, the crinkled paper is beginning to chafe against her skin. However, if de Plume is tormenting her this intensely when she's protesting innoccence, just what will he do to her if he finds out she's been stringing him along all this time?
Shuddering at the thoughts of the torments that could befall her if they aren't rescued soon, Jenna silently prays that de Plume doesn't become frisky enough to remove her corset, under which the map she has struggled for so long to protect is hidden...
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Another picture done using the MacGuyver method (drawn>phone camera>Pixlr>Upload), this also marks the first image I've drawn in which I really had a proper go at feet. Whilst not familiar with drawing them (notice they are usually strategically obscured in my pictures), I made a special effort on this occasion to ensure that Miss Jenna would suffer tickling on her very worst spot.
Hope you all enjoy this pic! Please ensure all significant others are secured on your way out, because if they get misplaced, I can't promise I won't put them through some special hospitality. >😉
If wiggling wives or giggling girlfriends tickle your fancy, please come and see me on my dA page, wife-napper.deviantart.com . Other than that, please enjoy! 🙂
Seeking romance and excitement, the adventurous Mrs.Dalek-to-be has taken to the high seas with her significant other.
Lacking any real leads or funds of their own, the swashbuckling duo have made a nasty habit of commandeering the resources of the notorious, and somewhat-stereotypical, Captain de Plume.
With their small crew of two, and their element of surprise, Jenna and Dalek had, together, given the blustering Captain the slip on many an occasion. However, when an ancient map leading to long-lost Aztec treasure came into de Plume's possession, it seemed too good to be true.
With gold in their eyes and the prospect of an everlasting honeymoon, the two dastardly deck-swabbers pinched the map and made for the treasure themselves.
Unfortunately for them, de Plume fully expected this, and set a trap.
Capturing the couple unawares, de Plume has them brought on board his ship. Sailing far into the open water, far from any chance of rescue, de Plume has Jenna tied up on deck ready to be interrogated. Wielding his favourite feather from his trusty pet parrot, Jonathan (it was already named that when he got it), de Plume begins to question his captive. He gauges her anxious facial expressions as he waves the feather close to various spots on her body - neck, tummy, breasts, armpits, thighs - however, when he gets to her feet, not only does Captain Jenna go white, but she even emits a tiny, choked yelp.
Having interrogated many a fair maiden in his long career, Captain de Plume grins and removes her long boots.
"So, lass," he grins - "Will ye tell me where my map is now, or are ye gonna let me have some FUN with ya first!?"
Maintaining a shred of salty dignity, Captain Jenna spits onto de Plumes shiny, clean deck.
Flinching and surpressing the urge to clean it up with his sleeve (Captain de Plume has a mild touch of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that tends to flare up when he's excited), the burly pirate grins. Of course, even if she HAD volunteered the map freely, de Plume would have tortured her ANYway.
Consequently, the notorious Captain Jenna, thorn in de Plume's side no more, spends the better part of the next hour having her rigid composure steadily worn down until she is a quivering, hysterical mess, giggling like a bar wench. Finally having admitted to taking the map, Jenna tries to strike a deal with Captain de Plume. Realising quite how helpless and trapped she is, she begins to negotiate and offer the Captain all manner of compensation.
Drunk with enjoyment at the sight of his old enemy in such a state, the Captain is having none of it, though he doesn't attempt to stop her from begging. As Captain Jenna becomes more and more desperate, she even begins to consider simply handing him the map - after all, the crinkled paper is beginning to chafe against her skin. However, if de Plume is tormenting her this intensely when she's protesting innoccence, just what will he do to her if he finds out she's been stringing him along all this time?
Shuddering at the thoughts of the torments that could befall her if they aren't rescued soon, Jenna silently prays that de Plume doesn't become frisky enough to remove her corset, under which the map she has struggled for so long to protect is hidden...
- - - - -
Another picture done using the MacGuyver method (drawn>phone camera>Pixlr>Upload), this also marks the first image I've drawn in which I really had a proper go at feet. Whilst not familiar with drawing them (notice they are usually strategically obscured in my pictures), I made a special effort on this occasion to ensure that Miss Jenna would suffer tickling on her very worst spot.
Hope you all enjoy this pic! Please ensure all significant others are secured on your way out, because if they get misplaced, I can't promise I won't put them through some special hospitality. >😉
