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The Pale Wrath of Chalky.
(semi) Original story to Jevil,
Characters to Jevil
Puzzle-Pirates to Three-Rings entertainment.
Lucafira woke up as two of Chalky's Cronies dropped her roughly on the dirt floor of the Shipwright's. She looked around, coughing and squinting, tossed dust clouding her vision. She looked up to see the Malovent, Pale figure of the Notorious pirate known only as Chalky.
He got his name from his almost inhuman complexion, and there were rumors that his blood was a rancid black, like his mass was Ink and pale Marble. She had heard Jevil tell her of what he had done, swindling him out of a princeley sum in a number of Duels, and she swore that her first act as princess under her flag, the Loves' Sweet Revenge, was to declare war on Chalky's Flag, The Demon-Seamen of the South Seas.
It was only a few nights later when she was just arriving home, she was assailed by two great thugs who knocked her out, and draged her to the shipyard where Chalky waited for her. She struggled viciously as they bound her arms behind her, and forcibly removed her boots. she felt the dirt and dust stick to her sweaty soles, and the cool night air as it drafted between her toes, a rosy pink and free from her boots.
Chalky's cohorts, burly sailor-men, about twise Luca's size, had a difficult time holding her still as they tried to pin her onto a work-bench with a rough, sturdy leather strap on it. She managed to kick one of them square in the nose, sending him reeling and swearing every word under the caribbean sun. Only after being threatened at a rapier's end, she lay there, petrified with fear, as her legs were fastened roughly to the table-top. When she was secured, Chalky stepped out from the shadows, a devious smirk curling on his lips.
"Hello, Luca." he began. his voice was gravely and smooth, almost like he was the devil himself. he seemed to radiate a cold feeling of dread, and smelled strongly of Brimstone and Sea-salt.
"What do you WANT with me, Chalky?!" she growled, as he circled the table, sizing up his victm... seeing if she was anticipating what vile attrocities he had in store for her.
"It's fairly simple. But you are in no position to ask such obvious questions." he began, "In fact, I was going to ask the exact same thing. The popular word on Sage Ocean, is that the ambitious, prestigious flag, Loves' Sweet Revenge, plans to go to war with the MORE prestigious, and far more POWERFUL flag, Demon Seamen of the South Seas... Unprovoked." He raised an eyebrow and looked at Lucafira with a feigned puzzled expression. "What I want to know, Princess..." he then brandished a Canary-Yellow feather, grining as he toutched it to the tip of his own hooked nose, "Is WHY?"
Luca looked at the feather nervously as he eyed her. He was having fun with her now. Sadistic, heartless fun, watching her squirm, like a Snail on eggshells.
"... Because... you... you Lot are MONSTERS!" she began. She had no Idea for certain, but she was sure Chalky's lot were undesireables. he gigled softly "You take advantage of anyone for your own gain..." Chalky just smiled bemusedly as she continued, looking down at her bare feet and rosy, shiny toes, molesting them with his dark-grey eyes. She was blyshing profuseley now, and trying to block her feet from his view, covering one with the other, and curling her toes to no avail. she could FEEL his eyes burning through the tops of her feet. "and... an-"
Chalky slowly got up and moved towards the far end of the bench, standing in front of her feet, looking into her face, his brimmed hat just bareley covering his eyes.
"...Annnd?" asked Chalky. he was curious what else she would say to humor him. he lowered the feather toward Luca’s feet. He used the tip to brush the heel of one foot. Their was a twitch at first, then no response, but Luca wasn’t going anywhere and Chalky had all night. he had started with the heel of her right foot and was moving the feather from one heel to the other. Chalky used slow, teasing stokes on Luca’s bare heels. Slowly he could see the strain on Luca’s face. She began to squirm in her bondage and even though her feet were secured to the table she tried all the harder to free them.
Clenching her fists behind her back, Luca could feel the tickling creeping up her heels to her ankles. She fought the urge to laugh. She had to keep a straight face, she thought. If she fought long enough Chalky would have to stop, or would he? Would she want to know what he would do if he DID stop? would he KILL her? RAPE her?! Tiny beads of sweat were now forming on her forehead.
Chalky could tell from the way Luca was forcing back the urge to laugh that she was already suffering. Luca shut her eyes tightly as the tickling inched up through her legs. As the feather went from heel to heel in a slow, rhythmic pattern Luca caught the corners of her lips twitching uncontrollably.
The more Chalky worked the Canary-Yellow feather the more Lucafira could feel the tingling sensations all over her body. she curled her toes in an effort to get her mind off the tickling. It only made the sensation worse! The feather now glided along her right instep and back down to her heel. Chalky continued tormenting her right foot as Luca bit hard against her lip.
Streams of sweat poured down her face, tickling her nose and cheeks, flush with rage. Finally she could stand no more and shouted some hearsay from some Flag dissenters who were in the local tavern.
"AND WE PLAN TO EXPOSE HOW YOU ARE CONTROLLING ALL TRADES FROM ADMIRAL ISLAND TO WENSLYDALE!"
His sadistic smirk was gone. GONE. She had said too much. He pocketed the feather and pulled out a small black case, and from that case, a gilded fork that glinted in the moonlight. He then used the fork on the ball of Luca’s left foot, now covering her right. It Started out as short, sharp scraping to long, painful scratching on her smooth, delicate flesh. Her toes started flexing again, uncontrolably as her instep received the same treatment. Luca thought she’d go insane! Just the thought of what was being done to her was enough, Thanks to Jevil, who tickled her affectionateley, but to feel it, from someone she hated, knowing that her feet were being treated the way they were, to have no control, at the mercy of a relentless sadist... Her fear turned into Loud, Hysterical laughter. Chalky was softly scraping her soles with the fork, slowly and deeply into the soft flesh causing Luca to laugh all the louder. “It's NOT just that. I KNOW it! Now tell me WHY. And tell your Flag we are no longer at war! Or I'll pull ANOTHER tool from my black case!” as he said this, he brandished the black case, and tossed it carelessly onto her chest. it flopped open when it landed, revealing a bizarre assortment of brushes, gold-plated forks, probes and feathers from exotic birds. As the tickling sensations slowly left her body, Luca breathed faintly. All that fighting and laughing and worrying had worn her out and she glanced wide-eyed at the opened case. She highly doubted she could take another attack. Luca’s sides ached from laughing, her eyes now becoming red and squinting with tears.
(semi) Original story to Jevil,
Characters to Jevil
Puzzle-Pirates to Three-Rings entertainment.
Lucafira woke up as two of Chalky's Cronies dropped her roughly on the dirt floor of the Shipwright's. She looked around, coughing and squinting, tossed dust clouding her vision. She looked up to see the Malovent, Pale figure of the Notorious pirate known only as Chalky.
He got his name from his almost inhuman complexion, and there were rumors that his blood was a rancid black, like his mass was Ink and pale Marble. She had heard Jevil tell her of what he had done, swindling him out of a princeley sum in a number of Duels, and she swore that her first act as princess under her flag, the Loves' Sweet Revenge, was to declare war on Chalky's Flag, The Demon-Seamen of the South Seas.
It was only a few nights later when she was just arriving home, she was assailed by two great thugs who knocked her out, and draged her to the shipyard where Chalky waited for her. She struggled viciously as they bound her arms behind her, and forcibly removed her boots. she felt the dirt and dust stick to her sweaty soles, and the cool night air as it drafted between her toes, a rosy pink and free from her boots.
Chalky's cohorts, burly sailor-men, about twise Luca's size, had a difficult time holding her still as they tried to pin her onto a work-bench with a rough, sturdy leather strap on it. She managed to kick one of them square in the nose, sending him reeling and swearing every word under the caribbean sun. Only after being threatened at a rapier's end, she lay there, petrified with fear, as her legs were fastened roughly to the table-top. When she was secured, Chalky stepped out from the shadows, a devious smirk curling on his lips.
"Hello, Luca." he began. his voice was gravely and smooth, almost like he was the devil himself. he seemed to radiate a cold feeling of dread, and smelled strongly of Brimstone and Sea-salt.
"What do you WANT with me, Chalky?!" she growled, as he circled the table, sizing up his victm... seeing if she was anticipating what vile attrocities he had in store for her.
"It's fairly simple. But you are in no position to ask such obvious questions." he began, "In fact, I was going to ask the exact same thing. The popular word on Sage Ocean, is that the ambitious, prestigious flag, Loves' Sweet Revenge, plans to go to war with the MORE prestigious, and far more POWERFUL flag, Demon Seamen of the South Seas... Unprovoked." He raised an eyebrow and looked at Lucafira with a feigned puzzled expression. "What I want to know, Princess..." he then brandished a Canary-Yellow feather, grining as he toutched it to the tip of his own hooked nose, "Is WHY?"
Luca looked at the feather nervously as he eyed her. He was having fun with her now. Sadistic, heartless fun, watching her squirm, like a Snail on eggshells.
"... Because... you... you Lot are MONSTERS!" she began. She had no Idea for certain, but she was sure Chalky's lot were undesireables. he gigled softly "You take advantage of anyone for your own gain..." Chalky just smiled bemusedly as she continued, looking down at her bare feet and rosy, shiny toes, molesting them with his dark-grey eyes. She was blyshing profuseley now, and trying to block her feet from his view, covering one with the other, and curling her toes to no avail. she could FEEL his eyes burning through the tops of her feet. "and... an-"
Chalky slowly got up and moved towards the far end of the bench, standing in front of her feet, looking into her face, his brimmed hat just bareley covering his eyes.
"...Annnd?" asked Chalky. he was curious what else she would say to humor him. he lowered the feather toward Luca’s feet. He used the tip to brush the heel of one foot. Their was a twitch at first, then no response, but Luca wasn’t going anywhere and Chalky had all night. he had started with the heel of her right foot and was moving the feather from one heel to the other. Chalky used slow, teasing stokes on Luca’s bare heels. Slowly he could see the strain on Luca’s face. She began to squirm in her bondage and even though her feet were secured to the table she tried all the harder to free them.
Clenching her fists behind her back, Luca could feel the tickling creeping up her heels to her ankles. She fought the urge to laugh. She had to keep a straight face, she thought. If she fought long enough Chalky would have to stop, or would he? Would she want to know what he would do if he DID stop? would he KILL her? RAPE her?! Tiny beads of sweat were now forming on her forehead.
Chalky could tell from the way Luca was forcing back the urge to laugh that she was already suffering. Luca shut her eyes tightly as the tickling inched up through her legs. As the feather went from heel to heel in a slow, rhythmic pattern Luca caught the corners of her lips twitching uncontrollably.
The more Chalky worked the Canary-Yellow feather the more Lucafira could feel the tingling sensations all over her body. she curled her toes in an effort to get her mind off the tickling. It only made the sensation worse! The feather now glided along her right instep and back down to her heel. Chalky continued tormenting her right foot as Luca bit hard against her lip.
Streams of sweat poured down her face, tickling her nose and cheeks, flush with rage. Finally she could stand no more and shouted some hearsay from some Flag dissenters who were in the local tavern.
"AND WE PLAN TO EXPOSE HOW YOU ARE CONTROLLING ALL TRADES FROM ADMIRAL ISLAND TO WENSLYDALE!"
His sadistic smirk was gone. GONE. She had said too much. He pocketed the feather and pulled out a small black case, and from that case, a gilded fork that glinted in the moonlight. He then used the fork on the ball of Luca’s left foot, now covering her right. It Started out as short, sharp scraping to long, painful scratching on her smooth, delicate flesh. Her toes started flexing again, uncontrolably as her instep received the same treatment. Luca thought she’d go insane! Just the thought of what was being done to her was enough, Thanks to Jevil, who tickled her affectionateley, but to feel it, from someone she hated, knowing that her feet were being treated the way they were, to have no control, at the mercy of a relentless sadist... Her fear turned into Loud, Hysterical laughter. Chalky was softly scraping her soles with the fork, slowly and deeply into the soft flesh causing Luca to laugh all the louder. “It's NOT just that. I KNOW it! Now tell me WHY. And tell your Flag we are no longer at war! Or I'll pull ANOTHER tool from my black case!” as he said this, he brandished the black case, and tossed it carelessly onto her chest. it flopped open when it landed, revealing a bizarre assortment of brushes, gold-plated forks, probes and feathers from exotic birds. As the tickling sensations slowly left her body, Luca breathed faintly. All that fighting and laughing and worrying had worn her out and she glanced wide-eyed at the opened case. She highly doubted she could take another attack. Luca’s sides ached from laughing, her eyes now becoming red and squinting with tears.
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