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This is part 4. See my story index for links to the earlier parts.
I expect one or two more parts to finish this story, and while I'm not ruling out a sequel, it won't be soon.
EDIT: It turned out to have 5 parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (conclusion)
Princess Alisha's Ransom - Part 4
by Sablesword
"It's time to put you up on an auction block, Your Highness," Chup said, as he unlocked his captive's gilded chains.
"What!" Princess Alisha cried. "It can't be. My father was to have forty days to pay my ransom." She did a rapid calculation. "He has eleven days, yet!"
"True." Chup's grin was positively foxlike. "None the less, you will be put on the auction block today."
"No!" Alisha's hands formed spellcasting gestures with the grace of the sorceress she was, and she spoke Words. Or she tried to. The past weeks of daily tickling had drained her magical powers, and her Words came out as mere words, with no magic in them.
"Try another spell," Chup suggested calmly. "Cast one that will just make pretty lights around your hands and head." Alisha glared at him. Then she made another sorcerous gesture and spoke a Word. Green light flared and sparkled around her hands and hair. She clenched her jaw, feeling both pleased at the return of her power and annoyed at the limitations now set on it. The tickling had drained her power at first, but now, after weeks of being tickled, she had reached a new equilibrium. She could cast spells again, but only if her captor - Chup - explicitly allowed her to do so. She gestured, and the simple image spell vanished.
"Very good," Chup said. Then, "Maark. Better gag her." His hench-ogre, lurking in the background stepped forward.
"Calm now, little sorceress," the ogre said. "Don't fight Maark." Alisha didn't obey, but it made no difference. Maark rolled a silken square into a rope, and gagged Alisha with it, overcoming her struggles with gentle, overwhelming strength.
Alisha continued to fight Maark as he plucked her off the oversized ogre's cot that had been her bed for the past four weeks. She squirmed and twisted as he carried her out of the cave-hut. But when she saw the auction block, set up under one of the trees, she wilted.
It wasn't a real auction block. It lacked the auctioneer's lectern, and the crowd of bidders standing in front of it. But coils of rope were piled beside it, and it was topped with a slave rug. Maark set her on this, and she was suddenly aware of her feet, sinking into the mix of fibers making up the rug. She glared down at Chup, standing before the block, but although her hands were free she didn't quite dare pull out the gag he had ordered put on her.
Chup gestured, and Alisha knelt. She continued to glare at him, and he met her gaze with a smile. Her eyes dropped. He climbed onto the block and began to tie her with the coils of rope lying around. Her wrists he crossed and secured above her head, tying the rope off to an overhead limb. Her legs were tied together just above her knees, and her ankles were tied separately, held apart with ropes leading off to two anchor-rings on either side. Two thinner cords secured her large toes to two other anchor-rings.
"Mmmph!" Alisha protested through her gag, but Chup just smiled his exasperating smile. He returned to the cave-hut, leaving Maark and another the ogres to watch her. A short time later, he returned, carrying a wooden box that Alisha knew contained his tickle-implements. "Mmmph!" she protested again, unable to keep herself from watching as he laid out the brushes, and feathers, and other implements one by one in front of her on the slave rug.
Then he selected a brush, and the tickling began.
Chup started up at her bound hands, above her head. Alisha felt the brush's soft bristles against the backs of her hands and the insides of her forearms, just below the ropes binding her. The tickling touch continued, down to the insides of her elbows and wrapping around her arms to her shoulders. Alisha squirmed and protested, her laughter muted by her gag.
She shook her head vigorously, but that didn't stop Chup from tickling her ears with that soft-bristled brush, or from tickling her neck and under her chin. The lazy tickling continued downward, ignoring her squirms and muffled giggles, now across her back, now over her chest. And she could do nothing about it. Her squirmings and struggles were useless. Worse than useless, as they seemed to make her more sensitive, but she could not hold herself still. Nor could she stop trying to laugh, through her gag, the gag that seemed to hold her giggles inside her.
The brush ran quickly, fleetingly, across Alisha's now hardened nipples. She squealed. Chup set the brush aside, and she watched, wide-eyed, as he considered the tickle-tools laid out ready.
Alisha squealed again, in anticipation, as Chup picked up a feather-fan. She squealed a third time as he ran it up and down her sides. First her right side, and then her left, running from her armpits to her hips. The feather-tips sent squirmy tickle-sensations sinking deep into her, and she laughed and laughed, or tried to, through her gag.
Then Alisha's eyes widened as the feather-fan ran across her belly. She tried to avoid it, twisting and pulling away, but the ropes held her in place and Chup only had to extend his arm slightly to keep the feather tips brushing against her naked skin. He paused, and Alisha moaned into her gag. She wondered which would come next: More belly-tickling or a move to her bare feet. The pause continued, and Chup gave her an evil grin. Alisha squealed in anticipation, and once again tried to draw away, an effort limited by her bonds.
Chup extended the feather-fan once more, this time with a different tempo. Flick, flick flick; he applied light, quick touches. Teasing touches, impossible to avoid. Maddeningly swift and gentle touches against her helpless body. Here, and there, and everywhere over the giggle-wiggling skin of her belly. Impossible to avoid, no matter how she tried to pull away from it.
Then Chup moved around Alisha, applying the quick, flicking tickle-touches to her hips and her thigh, and her legs. He was behind her, where she couldn't see him. But she could feel him, as he applied the feather fan to both legs. Flick, flick, flick. Any moment now he would begin to tickle the soles of her feet. Flick, flick, flick. Any moment now. Flick, flick, flick. The anticipation was making her legs extra-sensitive, as she rocked from side to side, giggling into her gag. Flick, flick, flick. When he did move to tickle her feet, it would be -
Alisha squealed, the sound muffled once again by her gag as she felt the feather-tips flick across her bare soles. Across her left sole and then across her right. The light, quick tickle touches seemed to find every sensitive nerve endings, and to sink in through the skin. Into her feet. Which she could not move to avoid the tickling.
Alisha felt her feet flush. She could feel the touches of the feather tips - oh yes she could feel them! But she could not see them, and that made the anticipation of their sudden flicking more breathless. Then the flicking ended, only to be replaced by a raking from a pair of blunt-tined wooden forks. Back and forth across her insteps she felt those forks rake. Up and down her soles, from her heels to the balls of her feet. First one foot, then the other, then both at once. Alisha twisted, and laughed her muffled laughter, and pulled at the ropes holding her wrists over her head. Then she squirmed as something soft and silken ran between her toes, teasing the extra-sensitive skin there. Again. And again. And then the wooden raking of her soles resumed.
Under that cultivation, Alisha's feet seemed to grow. She knew it was an illusion, a trick played on her by her own body, but that didn't help. Her feet now felt as if they were half as big as the rest of her, and every fingerwidth of them was as ticklish as before. Which made them ten times, a hundred times, as ticklish in total. And Chup was tickling every bit of them with his wooden forks and that unknown silken implement.
Back and forth the tickling went, and up and down, covering her soles from the base of her heels to the tips of her toes. In meandering curves, seeking out every sensitive nerve ending to individually tickle each one. The tickle-sensations sank into her insteps, impossible to avoid, impossible to escape, impossible to resist - and impossible to keep from trying to do those things. Alisha squirmed, and giggled her muffled giggles, and bit into her gag, and fought against her bonds. She felt as if she were going mad. Delightfully mad, as the tickling went on, and on, and on.
Chup had untied and lowered Alisha's arms before she realized that the tickling had stopped. Her feet tingled, but no longer felt as if they were four times their normal size. Her body was soaked with sweat, and she felt washed-out, inside, but she made herself kneel straight as Chup removed her gag. A breeze blew, and she shivered.
"Put your pajamas back on, Your Highness," Chup told her. He handed the green and white garments over. "We can't send you to Ranchijammu with a chill. Or back to your father's palace, either," he added as an afterthought.
Sudden anger flared in Alisha. "My father will pay my ransom, bandit prince. And after the exchange-truce ends, he will bring his army and hunt you down like a beast!"
Chup raised an eyebrow. "It's been tried before," he said, his voice infuriatingly mild. "Maark, you had better bring a robe for the princess as well."
to be continued
I expect one or two more parts to finish this story, and while I'm not ruling out a sequel, it won't be soon.
EDIT: It turned out to have 5 parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (conclusion)
Princess Alisha's Ransom - Part 4
by Sablesword
"It's time to put you up on an auction block, Your Highness," Chup said, as he unlocked his captive's gilded chains.
"What!" Princess Alisha cried. "It can't be. My father was to have forty days to pay my ransom." She did a rapid calculation. "He has eleven days, yet!"
"True." Chup's grin was positively foxlike. "None the less, you will be put on the auction block today."
"No!" Alisha's hands formed spellcasting gestures with the grace of the sorceress she was, and she spoke Words. Or she tried to. The past weeks of daily tickling had drained her magical powers, and her Words came out as mere words, with no magic in them.
"Try another spell," Chup suggested calmly. "Cast one that will just make pretty lights around your hands and head." Alisha glared at him. Then she made another sorcerous gesture and spoke a Word. Green light flared and sparkled around her hands and hair. She clenched her jaw, feeling both pleased at the return of her power and annoyed at the limitations now set on it. The tickling had drained her power at first, but now, after weeks of being tickled, she had reached a new equilibrium. She could cast spells again, but only if her captor - Chup - explicitly allowed her to do so. She gestured, and the simple image spell vanished.
"Very good," Chup said. Then, "Maark. Better gag her." His hench-ogre, lurking in the background stepped forward.
"Calm now, little sorceress," the ogre said. "Don't fight Maark." Alisha didn't obey, but it made no difference. Maark rolled a silken square into a rope, and gagged Alisha with it, overcoming her struggles with gentle, overwhelming strength.
Alisha continued to fight Maark as he plucked her off the oversized ogre's cot that had been her bed for the past four weeks. She squirmed and twisted as he carried her out of the cave-hut. But when she saw the auction block, set up under one of the trees, she wilted.
It wasn't a real auction block. It lacked the auctioneer's lectern, and the crowd of bidders standing in front of it. But coils of rope were piled beside it, and it was topped with a slave rug. Maark set her on this, and she was suddenly aware of her feet, sinking into the mix of fibers making up the rug. She glared down at Chup, standing before the block, but although her hands were free she didn't quite dare pull out the gag he had ordered put on her.
Chup gestured, and Alisha knelt. She continued to glare at him, and he met her gaze with a smile. Her eyes dropped. He climbed onto the block and began to tie her with the coils of rope lying around. Her wrists he crossed and secured above her head, tying the rope off to an overhead limb. Her legs were tied together just above her knees, and her ankles were tied separately, held apart with ropes leading off to two anchor-rings on either side. Two thinner cords secured her large toes to two other anchor-rings.
"Mmmph!" Alisha protested through her gag, but Chup just smiled his exasperating smile. He returned to the cave-hut, leaving Maark and another the ogres to watch her. A short time later, he returned, carrying a wooden box that Alisha knew contained his tickle-implements. "Mmmph!" she protested again, unable to keep herself from watching as he laid out the brushes, and feathers, and other implements one by one in front of her on the slave rug.
Then he selected a brush, and the tickling began.
Chup started up at her bound hands, above her head. Alisha felt the brush's soft bristles against the backs of her hands and the insides of her forearms, just below the ropes binding her. The tickling touch continued, down to the insides of her elbows and wrapping around her arms to her shoulders. Alisha squirmed and protested, her laughter muted by her gag.
She shook her head vigorously, but that didn't stop Chup from tickling her ears with that soft-bristled brush, or from tickling her neck and under her chin. The lazy tickling continued downward, ignoring her squirms and muffled giggles, now across her back, now over her chest. And she could do nothing about it. Her squirmings and struggles were useless. Worse than useless, as they seemed to make her more sensitive, but she could not hold herself still. Nor could she stop trying to laugh, through her gag, the gag that seemed to hold her giggles inside her.
The brush ran quickly, fleetingly, across Alisha's now hardened nipples. She squealed. Chup set the brush aside, and she watched, wide-eyed, as he considered the tickle-tools laid out ready.
Alisha squealed again, in anticipation, as Chup picked up a feather-fan. She squealed a third time as he ran it up and down her sides. First her right side, and then her left, running from her armpits to her hips. The feather-tips sent squirmy tickle-sensations sinking deep into her, and she laughed and laughed, or tried to, through her gag.
Then Alisha's eyes widened as the feather-fan ran across her belly. She tried to avoid it, twisting and pulling away, but the ropes held her in place and Chup only had to extend his arm slightly to keep the feather tips brushing against her naked skin. He paused, and Alisha moaned into her gag. She wondered which would come next: More belly-tickling or a move to her bare feet. The pause continued, and Chup gave her an evil grin. Alisha squealed in anticipation, and once again tried to draw away, an effort limited by her bonds.
Chup extended the feather-fan once more, this time with a different tempo. Flick, flick flick; he applied light, quick touches. Teasing touches, impossible to avoid. Maddeningly swift and gentle touches against her helpless body. Here, and there, and everywhere over the giggle-wiggling skin of her belly. Impossible to avoid, no matter how she tried to pull away from it.
Then Chup moved around Alisha, applying the quick, flicking tickle-touches to her hips and her thigh, and her legs. He was behind her, where she couldn't see him. But she could feel him, as he applied the feather fan to both legs. Flick, flick, flick. Any moment now he would begin to tickle the soles of her feet. Flick, flick, flick. Any moment now. Flick, flick, flick. The anticipation was making her legs extra-sensitive, as she rocked from side to side, giggling into her gag. Flick, flick, flick. When he did move to tickle her feet, it would be -
Alisha squealed, the sound muffled once again by her gag as she felt the feather-tips flick across her bare soles. Across her left sole and then across her right. The light, quick tickle touches seemed to find every sensitive nerve endings, and to sink in through the skin. Into her feet. Which she could not move to avoid the tickling.
Alisha felt her feet flush. She could feel the touches of the feather tips - oh yes she could feel them! But she could not see them, and that made the anticipation of their sudden flicking more breathless. Then the flicking ended, only to be replaced by a raking from a pair of blunt-tined wooden forks. Back and forth across her insteps she felt those forks rake. Up and down her soles, from her heels to the balls of her feet. First one foot, then the other, then both at once. Alisha twisted, and laughed her muffled laughter, and pulled at the ropes holding her wrists over her head. Then she squirmed as something soft and silken ran between her toes, teasing the extra-sensitive skin there. Again. And again. And then the wooden raking of her soles resumed.
Under that cultivation, Alisha's feet seemed to grow. She knew it was an illusion, a trick played on her by her own body, but that didn't help. Her feet now felt as if they were half as big as the rest of her, and every fingerwidth of them was as ticklish as before. Which made them ten times, a hundred times, as ticklish in total. And Chup was tickling every bit of them with his wooden forks and that unknown silken implement.
Back and forth the tickling went, and up and down, covering her soles from the base of her heels to the tips of her toes. In meandering curves, seeking out every sensitive nerve ending to individually tickle each one. The tickle-sensations sank into her insteps, impossible to avoid, impossible to escape, impossible to resist - and impossible to keep from trying to do those things. Alisha squirmed, and giggled her muffled giggles, and bit into her gag, and fought against her bonds. She felt as if she were going mad. Delightfully mad, as the tickling went on, and on, and on.
Chup had untied and lowered Alisha's arms before she realized that the tickling had stopped. Her feet tingled, but no longer felt as if they were four times their normal size. Her body was soaked with sweat, and she felt washed-out, inside, but she made herself kneel straight as Chup removed her gag. A breeze blew, and she shivered.
"Put your pajamas back on, Your Highness," Chup told her. He handed the green and white garments over. "We can't send you to Ranchijammu with a chill. Or back to your father's palace, either," he added as an afterthought.
Sudden anger flared in Alisha. "My father will pay my ransom, bandit prince. And after the exchange-truce ends, he will bring his army and hunt you down like a beast!"
Chup raised an eyebrow. "It's been tried before," he said, his voice infuriatingly mild. "Maark, you had better bring a robe for the princess as well."
to be continued
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