Armina of Hillshire, was a paladin, and not just any paladin she was most likely the most attractive female paladin in the entire kingdom. She was tall, about 6'0, 6'3 in armour. She had long auburn hair, fair skin, and green eyes, with high proud cheekbones. She was not just pretty however, she was fierce, having earned a reputation for herself as an adventurer, many a tomb had been looted by her skillful blade, and many evils banished too boot. She was the enemy of vice, the enemy of perversity, and as a result Lady Mordra of the Night Syndicate was none too happy.
Mordra was tall just as tall as Armina, however she was not human she was descended of the plant folk who were rumoured to never eat, sleep, or releive themselves. She had pointed ears and light green skin, with raven hair and dark eyes. She was old too, but the plant people were immortal they lived as long as the land endured and she maintained the aspect of youth rather well, having a highly curvacious body. Mordra had come to power 100 years prior in a bloody cou but that was another story. The most important aspect of the Matriarch was she was a powerful witch, and her ruthlessness was unmatched.
The precious paladin had been disrupting her operations for sometime. She had managed to botch up the slave trade, disaffect the corpse trade, and totally decimated the forbidden black market. All one woman, and it needed to stop. But more than that she wanted the Paladin to pay, to be humiliated, to be utterly broken beyond the shadow of a doubt. To be reduced to a begging mess. It was at this point that the Witch of the Night Syndicate came up with a plan.
"Madame..." one of her newest retainers, recently turned to her side entered, bowing on leg, kissing her foot. "Rise..." she said. He did as he was bade. "You know why I called you here..." "I do Mistress..." she smiled revealing white teeth. "Good, then I want you to find Armina of Hillshire, she is said to be in a village not too far from here, I want you to bring her to me by any means neccessary, I would normally not trust one man to the job, but I saw what you did to my personal guard, and I have confidence in your martial skill..." he would smirk boyishly from beneath the dark hood of his cloak. "You honor me with your words Mistress..." he would say as he did as he was bade.
*The next day*
Armina awoke, it was cold, and dark. She did not remember where she was, and when she tried to struggle she found she could not. Panic set in, and she tried to call upon the Divine power of her Deity, but found her prayers unanswered. How had she gotten here? A man... she had met him at the pub, he had seemed an amicable enough sort, perhaps even cute, but she was a paladin and above such desires, she had remained chaste her entire 23 years of life. She struggled again. She remembered now, he had lured her into the wilderness with the promise of adventure, and had attacked her, he had been a fierce opponent, almost inhuman in his skill, she had never fought such a ferocious opponent. She had a dull ache in her head, he must have hit it with the flat part of his blade. Just as she was pondering this the door opened. "Good morning sunshine..." a rich sultry and sardonic female voice greeted her ears. She scowled and struggled again looking at her captor.
She was tall, and green, and attractive, clad in a black dress. "I have wanted you for some time My precious paladin..." as Armina finally came out of her stupor fully she realized the nature of her bondage. Her armour was still on, mostly, her chainmail having been enchanted to never be taken off against her will, she smirked, they would have a hard time torturing her if they could not get to her. but she was still at a disadvantage. her chainmailed arms were pulled above her head, she was laying down on her back, with her large booted feet tied together. "Let me out of this in the Name of the Temple you foul wench!" she screamed as she struggled more violently.
"Tsk tsk Armina of Hillshire... such language is hardly becoming from a pious lady such as yourself..." replied Mordra. Armina scowled. "What do you want from me?" Mordra smirked with her dark green lips. "I want you to pay, for having ruined my buisness ventures..." she said simply. "And pay you will..." Armina laughed, actually laughed. "Good luck, my sacred armour cannot be removed against my will!" she said. Mordra smiled again. "Oh really?" she asked in a sultry tone, throwing Armina off.
Mordra moved closer to the foot of the risen flat slab which Armina was laying on. "Your armour... does it stretch from head...." she said trailing a long black fingernail over the armoured stomach of Armina, before moving to her thigh, and to the rim of her boots. "To toe?" she finished. Armina squirmed. "What do you mean?" asked Armina cautiously. Mordra examined the Paladins footware. Calf high leather boots, dark and snug. By the looks of the size of them, this Paladins feet were rather large.
Now Mordra was a strange woman, perhaps it was something to do with her race, but she had a very specefic way of torturing her victims. And it was very effective. The Witch smiled and looked at her boots. "Your boots are not enchanted..." she said. "Very careless of you to overlook..." she would say with a smirk and then snap her fingers. The boots would seem to melt into nothing revealing Armina's long narrow size 13's. They were pale, as if they rarely saw the light of day, but feminine with high arches, and exceptionally long toes which were currently scrunching up, causing her sole to wrinkle. Mordra grinned. "What are you doing? Hey?!" she asked as she struggled with the most effort yet. She did not want to think what she planned to do to her defenseless bare feet, they were large, and extremely sensative, if they took the bastanado to them she did not know what she would do!
"Tell me Paladin are you....ticklish?" the question struck the Paladin as odd, she honestly did not know. "What kind of question is-THa-hathahahahahaaheheheheheehsnostopwhatareyoudoing?!" she arched her back as a long finger began to trace a figure 8 across her heels, which were a bit on the rougher side, but softened considerably as she worked her way to the arch, causing the foot to wrinkle up in defense as toes curled in desperation. "OHhohohstopstopstopheynomore!" Armina cried desperately quivering in her bondage. What the hell was this? Every single touch, every single subtle movement of the witches single finger held different reactions.
Upon Armina's heel she was reduced to snickering and snorting giggles, upon her arch, low chortles and chuckles. Mordra smiled and brushed the expansive balls of the Paladins feet before moving across each of her long toes, which were now squirming in desperation as the Strong adventuress squealed reduced to a little girl.
"Ohhohohstopnotthere!notthetoes!" she may not have known she was ticklish for long, but she knew long enough to know that her toes were absolutely ticklish to beyond extreme measures, her arch too, but her toes were a 12/10, her arches closer to a 9. Poor Armina giggled for 5 minutes straight, chortling and chuckling and snickering and squealing before she was finally given a break. She was sweating now, her hair slick, tears having fallen from her eyes during the torture. She glared at Mordra. "If thats all you have to offer me, you will never break me!" she said bravely. Mordra snickered. "That was what the man who caught you said to me..." she said. "And he gave in just like everyone else, they all give in..." she said squeezing the paladins big toe causing her to squeal lightly. "Such ticklish little piggies, I might just turn you to my side and do this all the time would you like that hmm? she asked brushing the girls arches with all five fingernails skittering madly across the wrinkly soft flesh.
"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" her laughter came out full throated, the Amazon struggling madly but fruitlessly as her toes spread out in ticklish agony. "See you're already learning to laugh on command..." Mordra said with glee as she poked the ball of Armina's foot causing her to snicker lightly. "Coochie coochie koo..." The witch said smiling as she poked and prodded, causing a stream of girlish giggles to erupt from the Paladins mouth.
After afew more minutes the Witch left Armina gasping and sweating again, her ample chest heaving and apparent even through the chainmail shirt she wore. There was another feeling though, something she did not quite understand, it was an almost "yearning" feeling.
"Were gonna have alot of fun here you and I... once I break you in of course, you wont be a paladin much longer, you will be my enforcer much like the man who brought you to me, I think I like you now that ive gotten to know you..." Armina scowled. "I'm flattered..." she said flatly. Mordra released a tinkling laugh. "By the time im done you will kiss my toes..." she said grinning. Armina almost gagged. "NEVER!" she screamed. "Nevers a long time my pretty..." the Witch cackled.
The witch had left, but she had let her Hand maidens at her, there were 2 of them, both blonde lithe elves with long slender fingers with apparent orders to tickle torture her. The first elf, had grabbed Armina's foot, bending back her toes, stretching the sole taught, before tickling it with her other hand paying speacial attention to the toes, having found out how sensative they were. "Aww poor widdle human ticklish?" one of them asked relishing in the Paladins agony. "Heheheeeeheheheheheehehyesstoppleasemercy!" The other elf laughed at her. "The Mistress was right, she's more ticklish than us, perhaps its this massive feet she has..." the elf said matter of factly as she stroked Armina's arch absentmindedly causing the Strong Paladin to snicker like a helpless maiden. Eventually the Pedicure came, pumice and oils rubbed into her large feet, causing tickling sensations in that of themselves, but not enough to cause her to lose control. It was almost like a break, until the Pumice was rubbed in between her ticklish toes, which squirmed helplessly as the Paladin howled. She had to admit she was getting worried, at first she thought she could handle a little tickling, but the thought of enduring this over and over for a prolongued period was starting to take its toll. But more than that something else was happening.
Steadily throughout the entire time, the Paladins pussy had been steadily moistening, she did not know why, but was ardently ashamed and hoped they would not notice. Regardless the Hand maidens relentless torture finally stopped after afew hours, leaving her to gasp to herself, unsure how long she had endured the torture, she would finally enter a fitful sleep, afraid of what might come the next day.
The Paladin awoke the next day, but her bondage had changed, she was cocooned in some sort of silky fabric, so that only her massive feet, and beautiful head popped out. "Well hello there..." the familiar voice of Mordra entered. Immediately Armina blabbered embarassing herself. "Oh please no more tickling, please do anything you want, just leave my feet alone!" Mordra merely giggled. "You sound so pathetic, my pathetic little paladin with ticklish big feet... I wonder how they taste..." Armina's eyes widened. "Please no not the tongue not the-eEEEEEEEHEheheehehehahaaAHAHAAHAHAHA" Mordra had already placed her mouth upon Armina's big toe, swirling her tongue along the pad causing it to wiggle wildly in her mouth, and causing the bound Vakyrie to buck with all her might. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOnoooooooooooNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHSHAaAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!" she begged, she pleased, she squirmed and writhed, but it was not no use, the tip of the moist tongue continued to tease the flesh of her toes, darting in between, before lapping at her arch.
Finally and mercifully the Witch stopped for afew moments, letting Armina breath. "Oh gods no more, please no more..." she was a mess, her face was red and flushed, her eyes red and teary, her hair plastered and sweaty, along with her glistening skin. "Alright I'll give you a break..." the Witch said, if you take off your armour... I'll stop tickling those helpless boats of yours... deal?" Mordra asked.'
Here was the moment of truth, if Armina said yes, she would break, it would be a small concession, the first brick in a long road, but it would be a concession. She bit her lower lip looking at Mordra. "Fine have it your way..." Mordra said with a shrug and lowered her mouth to Armina's size 13's...
Mordra was tall just as tall as Armina, however she was not human she was descended of the plant folk who were rumoured to never eat, sleep, or releive themselves. She had pointed ears and light green skin, with raven hair and dark eyes. She was old too, but the plant people were immortal they lived as long as the land endured and she maintained the aspect of youth rather well, having a highly curvacious body. Mordra had come to power 100 years prior in a bloody cou but that was another story. The most important aspect of the Matriarch was she was a powerful witch, and her ruthlessness was unmatched.
The precious paladin had been disrupting her operations for sometime. She had managed to botch up the slave trade, disaffect the corpse trade, and totally decimated the forbidden black market. All one woman, and it needed to stop. But more than that she wanted the Paladin to pay, to be humiliated, to be utterly broken beyond the shadow of a doubt. To be reduced to a begging mess. It was at this point that the Witch of the Night Syndicate came up with a plan.
"Madame..." one of her newest retainers, recently turned to her side entered, bowing on leg, kissing her foot. "Rise..." she said. He did as he was bade. "You know why I called you here..." "I do Mistress..." she smiled revealing white teeth. "Good, then I want you to find Armina of Hillshire, she is said to be in a village not too far from here, I want you to bring her to me by any means neccessary, I would normally not trust one man to the job, but I saw what you did to my personal guard, and I have confidence in your martial skill..." he would smirk boyishly from beneath the dark hood of his cloak. "You honor me with your words Mistress..." he would say as he did as he was bade.
*The next day*
Armina awoke, it was cold, and dark. She did not remember where she was, and when she tried to struggle she found she could not. Panic set in, and she tried to call upon the Divine power of her Deity, but found her prayers unanswered. How had she gotten here? A man... she had met him at the pub, he had seemed an amicable enough sort, perhaps even cute, but she was a paladin and above such desires, she had remained chaste her entire 23 years of life. She struggled again. She remembered now, he had lured her into the wilderness with the promise of adventure, and had attacked her, he had been a fierce opponent, almost inhuman in his skill, she had never fought such a ferocious opponent. She had a dull ache in her head, he must have hit it with the flat part of his blade. Just as she was pondering this the door opened. "Good morning sunshine..." a rich sultry and sardonic female voice greeted her ears. She scowled and struggled again looking at her captor.
She was tall, and green, and attractive, clad in a black dress. "I have wanted you for some time My precious paladin..." as Armina finally came out of her stupor fully she realized the nature of her bondage. Her armour was still on, mostly, her chainmail having been enchanted to never be taken off against her will, she smirked, they would have a hard time torturing her if they could not get to her. but she was still at a disadvantage. her chainmailed arms were pulled above her head, she was laying down on her back, with her large booted feet tied together. "Let me out of this in the Name of the Temple you foul wench!" she screamed as she struggled more violently.
"Tsk tsk Armina of Hillshire... such language is hardly becoming from a pious lady such as yourself..." replied Mordra. Armina scowled. "What do you want from me?" Mordra smirked with her dark green lips. "I want you to pay, for having ruined my buisness ventures..." she said simply. "And pay you will..." Armina laughed, actually laughed. "Good luck, my sacred armour cannot be removed against my will!" she said. Mordra smiled again. "Oh really?" she asked in a sultry tone, throwing Armina off.
Mordra moved closer to the foot of the risen flat slab which Armina was laying on. "Your armour... does it stretch from head...." she said trailing a long black fingernail over the armoured stomach of Armina, before moving to her thigh, and to the rim of her boots. "To toe?" she finished. Armina squirmed. "What do you mean?" asked Armina cautiously. Mordra examined the Paladins footware. Calf high leather boots, dark and snug. By the looks of the size of them, this Paladins feet were rather large.
Now Mordra was a strange woman, perhaps it was something to do with her race, but she had a very specefic way of torturing her victims. And it was very effective. The Witch smiled and looked at her boots. "Your boots are not enchanted..." she said. "Very careless of you to overlook..." she would say with a smirk and then snap her fingers. The boots would seem to melt into nothing revealing Armina's long narrow size 13's. They were pale, as if they rarely saw the light of day, but feminine with high arches, and exceptionally long toes which were currently scrunching up, causing her sole to wrinkle. Mordra grinned. "What are you doing? Hey?!" she asked as she struggled with the most effort yet. She did not want to think what she planned to do to her defenseless bare feet, they were large, and extremely sensative, if they took the bastanado to them she did not know what she would do!
"Tell me Paladin are you....ticklish?" the question struck the Paladin as odd, she honestly did not know. "What kind of question is-THa-hathahahahahaaheheheheheehsnostopwhatareyoudoing?!" she arched her back as a long finger began to trace a figure 8 across her heels, which were a bit on the rougher side, but softened considerably as she worked her way to the arch, causing the foot to wrinkle up in defense as toes curled in desperation. "OHhohohstopstopstopheynomore!" Armina cried desperately quivering in her bondage. What the hell was this? Every single touch, every single subtle movement of the witches single finger held different reactions.
Upon Armina's heel she was reduced to snickering and snorting giggles, upon her arch, low chortles and chuckles. Mordra smiled and brushed the expansive balls of the Paladins feet before moving across each of her long toes, which were now squirming in desperation as the Strong adventuress squealed reduced to a little girl.
"Ohhohohstopnotthere!notthetoes!" she may not have known she was ticklish for long, but she knew long enough to know that her toes were absolutely ticklish to beyond extreme measures, her arch too, but her toes were a 12/10, her arches closer to a 9. Poor Armina giggled for 5 minutes straight, chortling and chuckling and snickering and squealing before she was finally given a break. She was sweating now, her hair slick, tears having fallen from her eyes during the torture. She glared at Mordra. "If thats all you have to offer me, you will never break me!" she said bravely. Mordra snickered. "That was what the man who caught you said to me..." she said. "And he gave in just like everyone else, they all give in..." she said squeezing the paladins big toe causing her to squeal lightly. "Such ticklish little piggies, I might just turn you to my side and do this all the time would you like that hmm? she asked brushing the girls arches with all five fingernails skittering madly across the wrinkly soft flesh.
"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" her laughter came out full throated, the Amazon struggling madly but fruitlessly as her toes spread out in ticklish agony. "See you're already learning to laugh on command..." Mordra said with glee as she poked the ball of Armina's foot causing her to snicker lightly. "Coochie coochie koo..." The witch said smiling as she poked and prodded, causing a stream of girlish giggles to erupt from the Paladins mouth.
After afew more minutes the Witch left Armina gasping and sweating again, her ample chest heaving and apparent even through the chainmail shirt she wore. There was another feeling though, something she did not quite understand, it was an almost "yearning" feeling.
"Were gonna have alot of fun here you and I... once I break you in of course, you wont be a paladin much longer, you will be my enforcer much like the man who brought you to me, I think I like you now that ive gotten to know you..." Armina scowled. "I'm flattered..." she said flatly. Mordra released a tinkling laugh. "By the time im done you will kiss my toes..." she said grinning. Armina almost gagged. "NEVER!" she screamed. "Nevers a long time my pretty..." the Witch cackled.
The witch had left, but she had let her Hand maidens at her, there were 2 of them, both blonde lithe elves with long slender fingers with apparent orders to tickle torture her. The first elf, had grabbed Armina's foot, bending back her toes, stretching the sole taught, before tickling it with her other hand paying speacial attention to the toes, having found out how sensative they were. "Aww poor widdle human ticklish?" one of them asked relishing in the Paladins agony. "Heheheeeeheheheheheehehyesstoppleasemercy!" The other elf laughed at her. "The Mistress was right, she's more ticklish than us, perhaps its this massive feet she has..." the elf said matter of factly as she stroked Armina's arch absentmindedly causing the Strong Paladin to snicker like a helpless maiden. Eventually the Pedicure came, pumice and oils rubbed into her large feet, causing tickling sensations in that of themselves, but not enough to cause her to lose control. It was almost like a break, until the Pumice was rubbed in between her ticklish toes, which squirmed helplessly as the Paladin howled. She had to admit she was getting worried, at first she thought she could handle a little tickling, but the thought of enduring this over and over for a prolongued period was starting to take its toll. But more than that something else was happening.
Steadily throughout the entire time, the Paladins pussy had been steadily moistening, she did not know why, but was ardently ashamed and hoped they would not notice. Regardless the Hand maidens relentless torture finally stopped after afew hours, leaving her to gasp to herself, unsure how long she had endured the torture, she would finally enter a fitful sleep, afraid of what might come the next day.
The Paladin awoke the next day, but her bondage had changed, she was cocooned in some sort of silky fabric, so that only her massive feet, and beautiful head popped out. "Well hello there..." the familiar voice of Mordra entered. Immediately Armina blabbered embarassing herself. "Oh please no more tickling, please do anything you want, just leave my feet alone!" Mordra merely giggled. "You sound so pathetic, my pathetic little paladin with ticklish big feet... I wonder how they taste..." Armina's eyes widened. "Please no not the tongue not the-eEEEEEEEHEheheehehehahaaAHAHAAHAHAHA" Mordra had already placed her mouth upon Armina's big toe, swirling her tongue along the pad causing it to wiggle wildly in her mouth, and causing the bound Vakyrie to buck with all her might. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOnoooooooooooNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHSHAaAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!" she begged, she pleased, she squirmed and writhed, but it was not no use, the tip of the moist tongue continued to tease the flesh of her toes, darting in between, before lapping at her arch.
Finally and mercifully the Witch stopped for afew moments, letting Armina breath. "Oh gods no more, please no more..." she was a mess, her face was red and flushed, her eyes red and teary, her hair plastered and sweaty, along with her glistening skin. "Alright I'll give you a break..." the Witch said, if you take off your armour... I'll stop tickling those helpless boats of yours... deal?" Mordra asked.'
Here was the moment of truth, if Armina said yes, she would break, it would be a small concession, the first brick in a long road, but it would be a concession. She bit her lower lip looking at Mordra. "Fine have it your way..." Mordra said with a shrug and lowered her mouth to Armina's size 13's...
