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Tormented Soles - A Tickling RPG (Roleplaying Thread)
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Stapleton was sure he had entered a drinkhouse or "Tavern" as he'd heard them called in the past. The room was in shambles with overturned tables and chairs. The people in the similar coloured smocks seemed to be cleaning up after a battle of some kind. There were only a few people left aside from the employees. Most appeared to be unconsious from too much drinking. He took note of a long counter and approached an angry looking man mopping up behind it. As Stapleton drew near an image of the angry man flashed through his mind. He decided to ask his question as politely as he could so as not to anger the man any further.
The Barman heard the footsteps and gave a double take at the most unusual stranger before him. Before the strange looking one said one word, the Barkeep was already talking. "We're closed!" he said abruptly, giving the tattered...."thing" a once over. "Closed some time ago now, so don't be askin' me for a drink or food or anything else." Before Stapleton could answer, the man continued angrily. "And don't be askin if I have any jobs or anything like that either. The last girl who worked for me took off in one of my best costumes. Hmphh!! I hope she enjoys it, cause thats the only pay she'll be getting from me, I'll tell you that right now!" The barman then turned his back to Stapleton and continued his cleaning, muttering under his breath.
Stapleton, unsure of the man's words decided against asking him anything at all. He seemed to bitter and was clouded with violent thoughts to answer anything clearly anyway. He turned away with a sigh, and looked around for a friendly face that was still conscious in the room. He finally noticed a plump looking fellow, talking with one of the servants at a vacant table. The plump one was smiling and appeared to Stapleton to be good natured. The female on the other hand did'nt look as happy as her companion. Since he was very tired, he made a hasty approach in hopes of finding a place to rest his head, if only for an hour.
When he drew near enough, an image of the woman entered his mind. She appeared to be restrained by something, but whatever was happening to her, she seemed to enjoy as a broad smile was etched on her face. This confused Stapleton for a moment since the same woman was standing in front of him, not looking like she was going to be happy about anything anytime soon. However, his "premonitions" were hardly ever wrong, so he took the image for what it was. Something that would happen in the near future. (OOC: I will be keeping the "future events" readings to the NPC's so as not to violate the rules of the game and try to keep them as brief as possible. Any "seeing" done with a main char. will happen only with the player's permission. For example I won't write about seeing a main player tickled in the future, or someone doing battle, or someone dying...etc.)
"Begging to interfere," Stapleton addressed the pair. "but might I ask where a weary traveller might find a resting place for the night?" He had hoped to keep his tone light and as gentle as possible, despite his appearance. His voice carried with it a froggy gargle sound which was normally deep. His long curly hair had a greasy and messy appearance. His green skin and piercing eyes gave the impression of someone who was constantly looking for a fight. His grass coloured shirt was dirty and wrinkled from days of sleeping outdoors. Plus he knew his odour right now was not the most pleasant, but right now he was too tired to care. He just hoped they could help....
Stapleton was sure he had entered a drinkhouse or "Tavern" as he'd heard them called in the past. The room was in shambles with overturned tables and chairs. The people in the similar coloured smocks seemed to be cleaning up after a battle of some kind. There were only a few people left aside from the employees. Most appeared to be unconsious from too much drinking. He took note of a long counter and approached an angry looking man mopping up behind it. As Stapleton drew near an image of the angry man flashed through his mind. He decided to ask his question as politely as he could so as not to anger the man any further.
The Barman heard the footsteps and gave a double take at the most unusual stranger before him. Before the strange looking one said one word, the Barkeep was already talking. "We're closed!" he said abruptly, giving the tattered...."thing" a once over. "Closed some time ago now, so don't be askin' me for a drink or food or anything else." Before Stapleton could answer, the man continued angrily. "And don't be askin if I have any jobs or anything like that either. The last girl who worked for me took off in one of my best costumes. Hmphh!! I hope she enjoys it, cause thats the only pay she'll be getting from me, I'll tell you that right now!" The barman then turned his back to Stapleton and continued his cleaning, muttering under his breath.
Stapleton, unsure of the man's words decided against asking him anything at all. He seemed to bitter and was clouded with violent thoughts to answer anything clearly anyway. He turned away with a sigh, and looked around for a friendly face that was still conscious in the room. He finally noticed a plump looking fellow, talking with one of the servants at a vacant table. The plump one was smiling and appeared to Stapleton to be good natured. The female on the other hand did'nt look as happy as her companion. Since he was very tired, he made a hasty approach in hopes of finding a place to rest his head, if only for an hour.
When he drew near enough, an image of the woman entered his mind. She appeared to be restrained by something, but whatever was happening to her, she seemed to enjoy as a broad smile was etched on her face. This confused Stapleton for a moment since the same woman was standing in front of him, not looking like she was going to be happy about anything anytime soon. However, his "premonitions" were hardly ever wrong, so he took the image for what it was. Something that would happen in the near future. (OOC: I will be keeping the "future events" readings to the NPC's so as not to violate the rules of the game and try to keep them as brief as possible. Any "seeing" done with a main char. will happen only with the player's permission. For example I won't write about seeing a main player tickled in the future, or someone doing battle, or someone dying...etc.)
"Begging to interfere," Stapleton addressed the pair. "but might I ask where a weary traveller might find a resting place for the night?" He had hoped to keep his tone light and as gentle as possible, despite his appearance. His voice carried with it a froggy gargle sound which was normally deep. His long curly hair had a greasy and messy appearance. His green skin and piercing eyes gave the impression of someone who was constantly looking for a fight. His grass coloured shirt was dirty and wrinkled from days of sleeping outdoors. Plus he knew his odour right now was not the most pleasant, but right now he was too tired to care. He just hoped they could help....
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Night Raptor's Quest!
Night Raptor soared throughout the air thinking to himself about what had just occured and how he could fulfill the enormous hole in him for vengence. That is when he looked down and saw the Bounty Hunter camp. Enraged with the entire force of Bounty Hunters, Night Raptor nosed dive straight for the camp. Several of the Bounty Hunters there looked up as Night Raptor appraoch and began yelling for reinforcements and running to grab their bows and arrows. Flame shot from Night Raptor's mouth as he flew over the camp ten feet off of the ground, burning the tents to the ground and people into a pile of ashes. Night Raptor snapped, and clawed at others who were running to find cover of any sort. One Bounty Hunter stood his ground.
"DIE DEVIL BIRD!' he yelled at Night Raptor and charged with a spear and sword in hand.
"YOU FIRST!" Night Raptor yelled back. Night Raptor landed and blew fire at this foolish Bounty Hunter. He was immediately engulfed in flames and shrieked out as he burned to ashes. Two more ran at Night Raptor with swords ready to strike this foe. Night Raptor merely slashed them to bits and when he saw that the camp was completely destroyed, he sprang into the air once more and flew in another direction to find more vitcims. Then he changed his course, because of trouble that he sensed from the original battlefield.
A few minutes later, still in his dragon form, Night Raptor reached the cellar where Rilina and Rachel were hiding. He flung open the doors and looked inside. Rachel and Rilina were gone, but there was the scent of a new person left behind. With a growl, Night Raptor turned and followed the scent of Rachel, Rilina, and the newcomer. As Night Raptor ran along the street, he said to himself, "I hope I can catch up to whoever captured the two girls and stop them before anything horrible happens to them."
Night Raptor soared throughout the air thinking to himself about what had just occured and how he could fulfill the enormous hole in him for vengence. That is when he looked down and saw the Bounty Hunter camp. Enraged with the entire force of Bounty Hunters, Night Raptor nosed dive straight for the camp. Several of the Bounty Hunters there looked up as Night Raptor appraoch and began yelling for reinforcements and running to grab their bows and arrows. Flame shot from Night Raptor's mouth as he flew over the camp ten feet off of the ground, burning the tents to the ground and people into a pile of ashes. Night Raptor snapped, and clawed at others who were running to find cover of any sort. One Bounty Hunter stood his ground.
"DIE DEVIL BIRD!' he yelled at Night Raptor and charged with a spear and sword in hand.
"YOU FIRST!" Night Raptor yelled back. Night Raptor landed and blew fire at this foolish Bounty Hunter. He was immediately engulfed in flames and shrieked out as he burned to ashes. Two more ran at Night Raptor with swords ready to strike this foe. Night Raptor merely slashed them to bits and when he saw that the camp was completely destroyed, he sprang into the air once more and flew in another direction to find more vitcims. Then he changed his course, because of trouble that he sensed from the original battlefield.
A few minutes later, still in his dragon form, Night Raptor reached the cellar where Rilina and Rachel were hiding. He flung open the doors and looked inside. Rachel and Rilina were gone, but there was the scent of a new person left behind. With a growl, Night Raptor turned and followed the scent of Rachel, Rilina, and the newcomer. As Night Raptor ran along the street, he said to himself, "I hope I can catch up to whoever captured the two girls and stop them before anything horrible happens to them."
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(Hm.. sigh, Im getting too many ideas on how to tickle those two.. lol. Well, hopefully Ill get the chance; maybe even npc control over the captors, if Im so lucky. Not so sure I should introduce my ideas now or not, though. Torn between saving them for surprize, and posting them to see if they'd be acceptable. Oh well, we'll see then. And cheers to cassandra for actually managing to pull this off; well done. It was a good idea, but I was skeptical of its sucess in the begining.
And, Kalamos, Im not exactly sure you are needed as a GM type figure, and you're hardly doing much as is. Join us, I think you'd be a good addition =p)
And, Kalamos, Im not exactly sure you are needed as a GM type figure, and you're hardly doing much as is. Join us, I think you'd be a good addition =p)
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((I just can't believe that you guys had the captor want me 😉 I'm just an apothecary, she's a princess in refuge 🙂))
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TNtickle said:
I don't know what Vega has in store for Rachel that would be different from what Rilina receives, but I don't mind. Aside from what you suggested (sneaking off while the ticklers are busy tickling Rilina), Vega can also volunteer to 'store' Rachel somewhere until the slaver is done with Rilina. Rachel will stay unconscious until everything you want to do to her is done.
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ticklishrilina said:
(OOC: just an apothecary, but, from what's going on, you end up being a cute and very ticklish apothecary, and ticklishness is no doubt a very requested quality, in this world 🙂 Apart from that, only a few chars know Rachel is a princess, and my slaver would definitively put his claws on the charming dancer 😉 Anyway, Vega and Rachel decide about that)
((ooookay... no WAY can i keep up with the rate of posting... how about i take a sabbatical, and turn over my character to.... oh, i dunno.... someone willing to take it. you've seen my character sheet... i guess i'll just watch from the sidelines.... it's been fun.))
(we've lost one! No!
Aussie man, you don't have to keep up with the posting; theres obviously going to be people who cant. Just find a way to make it work, or you can catch up every once and a while when you can post. Also you could do solo stuff, run into everyone once in a while, make a cameo.. hell, the possibilities are limitless, you should know that.
As as for taking all the trouble to get the apothecary, Id say its probably because she was the only one actually tickled yet, and Im sure everone enjoyed her reactions =p. I still want to see revenge on rachel, for taunting us before and for tickling rilina, but whatever happens, happens. On with the show, whoevers turn it is to move it forward. As of yet Im still out from the poison, and Im guessing I wont get help from our apothecary since she was dragged off before I could get there, despite my post >_<)
Edit - (And actually, if no one claims the NPC movements within a few hours, I think Ill go ahead and do it. So, cassandra, assuming you read this, if you dont want me to, say something. And, were the kidnappers actually defined in the story as working for the slavers/guards/bounty hunters, or were they left as undefined? Might as well make it interesting if possible, I really wouldn't mind attempting some tickling in writing or throwing out some of my new ideas into the game =p. Ill be back in a few hours to check posts)
Aussie man, you don't have to keep up with the posting; theres obviously going to be people who cant. Just find a way to make it work, or you can catch up every once and a while when you can post. Also you could do solo stuff, run into everyone once in a while, make a cameo.. hell, the possibilities are limitless, you should know that.
As as for taking all the trouble to get the apothecary, Id say its probably because she was the only one actually tickled yet, and Im sure everone enjoyed her reactions =p. I still want to see revenge on rachel, for taunting us before and for tickling rilina, but whatever happens, happens. On with the show, whoevers turn it is to move it forward. As of yet Im still out from the poison, and Im guessing I wont get help from our apothecary since she was dragged off before I could get there, despite my post >_<)
Edit - (And actually, if no one claims the NPC movements within a few hours, I think Ill go ahead and do it. So, cassandra, assuming you read this, if you dont want me to, say something. And, were the kidnappers actually defined in the story as working for the slavers/guards/bounty hunters, or were they left as undefined? Might as well make it interesting if possible, I really wouldn't mind attempting some tickling in writing or throwing out some of my new ideas into the game =p. Ill be back in a few hours to check posts)
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As Rilina is being transported to wherever she and Rachel are sent to, she begins to wake up. A day or two and the compound begins to lose efficiency, so she doesn't get knocked out of action for quite as long as she should have. Unless Rachel has a stiff knock to the head resistance, she probably is still out for a bit.
Rilina wakes up, however, to find that she has been tied; her ankles and wrists...the fireman's carry doesn't help her stomach's state of affairs, but she's okay for now. She doesn't squirm yet, preferring to let the captor think she is still out.
Of course, she doesn't exactly go to the gym, and her job doesn't involve enough heavy lifting for her to be muscular (and she hires local teenagers to do it anyway). So even the element of surprise probably won't be enough.
And she does wish she had her boots.
Rilina wakes up, however, to find that she has been tied; her ankles and wrists...the fireman's carry doesn't help her stomach's state of affairs, but she's okay for now. She doesn't squirm yet, preferring to let the captor think she is still out.
Of course, she doesn't exactly go to the gym, and her job doesn't involve enough heavy lifting for her to be muscular (and she hires local teenagers to do it anyway). So even the element of surprise probably won't be enough.
And she does wish she had her boots.
She was awake.
Vega could tell--his keen sense of hearing picking up the change in her pattern of breath. The other one, however, remained unconscious. Apparently that knock to the head he had given her was a bit more forceful than he originally intended.
Vega turned left and continued down the thoroughfare. The apothecary, while trying to remain silent--no doubt and lure him into a false sense of security--could not repress a grunt of surprise.
After all, he was taking her to her place of business.
"You might as well stop pretending," Vega said without slowing his stride or bothering to turn to speak to her. "I know you're awake. And we've reached our destination."
With that, Vega reached out and opened the door.
Vega could tell--his keen sense of hearing picking up the change in her pattern of breath. The other one, however, remained unconscious. Apparently that knock to the head he had given her was a bit more forceful than he originally intended.
Vega turned left and continued down the thoroughfare. The apothecary, while trying to remain silent--no doubt and lure him into a false sense of security--could not repress a grunt of surprise.
After all, he was taking her to her place of business.
"You might as well stop pretending," Vega said without slowing his stride or bothering to turn to speak to her. "I know you're awake. And we've reached our destination."
With that, Vega reached out and opened the door.
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((Hey TN, great posing, but can you not pose for me what I can or cannot repress please? You're right this time, but Rilina doesn't grunt 😉 And you might not be right next time.))
Rilina does indeep eep (see, she eeps, even in to the gag) in surprise as she sees herself coming up upon her store. And now that Vega knows she is awake...she goes in to spazz out mode. She kicks, she mmphs in to the balgag as loud as she can, she writhes and wriggles. She is pretty light though, so it's not likely vega will let go; he might even be enjoying it.
Rilina does indeep eep (see, she eeps, even in to the gag) in surprise as she sees herself coming up upon her store. And now that Vega knows she is awake...she goes in to spazz out mode. She kicks, she mmphs in to the balgag as loud as she can, she writhes and wriggles. She is pretty light though, so it's not likely vega will let go; he might even be enjoying it.
(ticklishrilina, if you missed it, I *did* give them back to you at the one point, just my post happened to end up after yours. I claimed space time continuum mess up - so, so far as Im concerned, you have them. If you want to keep saying you dont, thats fine; they can be lost =p.
Etc. - Im tired)
Etc. - Im tired)
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"Mmmhhh... couldn't wait to take a closer look to the new 'fresh meat'...", Ayal Kosqati grinned openly satisfied about how things were going. It was not new to kidnapping innocent or semi-innocent citiziens and turn them into slaves for the pleasure of some rich pervert, but everytime was a new experience for him: it was a mission, a talent, a work of art, the art of annihilate, humiliate people and give others the joy to take advantage of that (in exchange of money, much money...).
The little blonde owner of that place entered, that is the guy who was bringing her on his shoulder (OOC: I suppose you are taking the two girls on your shoulders, hope is ok, if not please specify, TNtickle), desperately squirming (Looove when they squirm...he he he...), while on the other shoulder the mysterious dancer was still unconscious.
Another well known and exciting sensation: let captives wake up by themself, just to let them slowly realize their new state as a slave, that would last for the rest of their life. First the confusion (what the hell is...), then slowly perceiving where they are (...mmmhhh, what's this place... who are all those dark faces...), astonished realizing they are tied up (...hey... wait... why can't I move my hands?.. but.. I'm tied up!!!), then the inevitable conclusion (Oh Gods! ... can't be! Am I really going to become a SLAVE!??!!). Life is a beautiful thing, for a slaver 🙂
"Ok Vega, put the two damsels on this bed. You will find yourself at your ease, little thief, this is your usual bed after all...", while the blonde maiden, still squirming in vain, was gently put on her bed, Ayal couldn't resist quickly stroking with his fingers those exposed, sooo vulnerable soles that he already saw tormented on the Dragon's Way stage: "Tickle tickle, pretty lady... just to remember you of your new life... he he he...".
The other girl was laid next to the apothecary, with her head toward the other girl's feet. Ayal couldn't wait to finally see how "valuable" from a slaver's point of view the mysterious girl was... much, to judge from the smooth and flawless feet he had the occasion to see in the tavern, and from the overall look of that pretty body, scantily covered by those veils... He was also curious to see her face, not because he wanted to know her identity, he probably would not know her anyway, she was probably just another girl of poor family coming from the zones outside Maximorea to search for fortune. He was curious to see the girl's facial expression while he would "test" her...
"Good job, Vega, these two are awfully good preys."
The little blonde owner of that place entered, that is the guy who was bringing her on his shoulder (OOC: I suppose you are taking the two girls on your shoulders, hope is ok, if not please specify, TNtickle), desperately squirming (Looove when they squirm...he he he...), while on the other shoulder the mysterious dancer was still unconscious.
Another well known and exciting sensation: let captives wake up by themself, just to let them slowly realize their new state as a slave, that would last for the rest of their life. First the confusion (what the hell is...), then slowly perceiving where they are (...mmmhhh, what's this place... who are all those dark faces...), astonished realizing they are tied up (...hey... wait... why can't I move my hands?.. but.. I'm tied up!!!), then the inevitable conclusion (Oh Gods! ... can't be! Am I really going to become a SLAVE!??!!). Life is a beautiful thing, for a slaver 🙂
"Ok Vega, put the two damsels on this bed. You will find yourself at your ease, little thief, this is your usual bed after all...", while the blonde maiden, still squirming in vain, was gently put on her bed, Ayal couldn't resist quickly stroking with his fingers those exposed, sooo vulnerable soles that he already saw tormented on the Dragon's Way stage: "Tickle tickle, pretty lady... just to remember you of your new life... he he he...".
The other girl was laid next to the apothecary, with her head toward the other girl's feet. Ayal couldn't wait to finally see how "valuable" from a slaver's point of view the mysterious girl was... much, to judge from the smooth and flawless feet he had the occasion to see in the tavern, and from the overall look of that pretty body, scantily covered by those veils... He was also curious to see her face, not because he wanted to know her identity, he probably would not know her anyway, she was probably just another girl of poor family coming from the zones outside Maximorea to search for fortune. He was curious to see the girl's facial expression while he would "test" her...
"Good job, Vega, these two are awfully good preys."
Vega watched as his client stared wantonly at the two women laid out on the bed, then briefly tickled the apothecary.
So it was true. This was what he wanted from them.
Vega could not conceive of such a thing... someone who enjoyed tickling others as torture? Especially defenseless women? This was something he had never seen before and--he must admit--was a tad curious.
Still...
"The deal was only for the one wench, milord," he said. "Surely the second would be worth a bonus. And there's the information you said you possessed. About where I can find a cure."
So it was true. This was what he wanted from them.
Vega could not conceive of such a thing... someone who enjoyed tickling others as torture? Especially defenseless women? This was something he had never seen before and--he must admit--was a tad curious.
Still...
"The deal was only for the one wench, milord," he said. "Surely the second would be worth a bonus. And there's the information you said you possessed. About where I can find a cure."
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Rilina fights the whole way down to her bed where she is layed, and then absolutly loses it when she is tickled again. This is the first tickle after the poultice which enhances her sensations.
"MMPH!" She shrieks in to the gag, and then lays there panting. She had her boots, but dropped them when knocked unconscious (OOC: hehe), and wishes she had tied them to her feet this morning. She shakes her head and shoots angry looks at the slaver when he mentions her 'new life'.
"MMMMPH!" She shrieks, indignation flaring in her pretty eyes.
"MMPH!" She shrieks in to the gag, and then lays there panting. She had her boots, but dropped them when knocked unconscious (OOC: hehe), and wishes she had tied them to her feet this morning. She shakes her head and shoots angry looks at the slaver when he mentions her 'new life'.
"MMMMPH!" She shrieks, indignation flaring in her pretty eyes.
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Ayal was abruptly interrupted in enjoying his new two preys... he hated that! But the strange looking guy could represent a real menace, regardless of his men guarding the apothecary from the outside and his helpers, standing in the room with the two of them.
Irritated, Ayal said: "Mmmhhh... Ok, you will have a bonus... but don't ask to much to luck, you will be paid fairly", far from being his intention... "About the cure... Yes, I know a name, an old druid living in the far north... I had this information "spontaneously" from one of my "articles" during an endurance test (she failed the test, by the way... he he he).
He was one of the mysterious and today almost disappeared Eshetoh, that esoterical, animist sept, forbidden by Morean law since centuries, whose followers guarded the ancient knowledge of earth's power and the "touch of wild spirits", and all of that weird stuff... If Vega wanted to believe those superstitions, he had just to ask around for "Behrens", the only Eshetoh elder still in life, keeping himself on this world thank to his "spiritual affinity" (are you really going to buy that?) with earth itself. It was said that Behrens had the knowledge to control the flow of energy in living bodies, thus controlling the natural or not natural transformations of the body itself: young to old, sane to ill, man to... something else... like you.
"That's all, I just promised you one name, you got it. As an advice, you could search for one of the few youngest descendents of the original Eshetoh, they can be seen around in Morean Empire, from time to time. They usually wear strange manufacts from those old times, but often also normal people wear them, since they are fashionable (you know, all that 'go back to our roots' stuff). The slave who revealed me about Behrens' name was wearing a weird medallion with a green bear with two heads, one laughing, one grinning: you can search for someone with a similar object."
"Now, can I have fun with my 'legitimately' purchased toys, please?", said Ayal impatient, turning to the damsels...
Irritated, Ayal said: "Mmmhhh... Ok, you will have a bonus... but don't ask to much to luck, you will be paid fairly", far from being his intention... "About the cure... Yes, I know a name, an old druid living in the far north... I had this information "spontaneously" from one of my "articles" during an endurance test (she failed the test, by the way... he he he).
He was one of the mysterious and today almost disappeared Eshetoh, that esoterical, animist sept, forbidden by Morean law since centuries, whose followers guarded the ancient knowledge of earth's power and the "touch of wild spirits", and all of that weird stuff... If Vega wanted to believe those superstitions, he had just to ask around for "Behrens", the only Eshetoh elder still in life, keeping himself on this world thank to his "spiritual affinity" (are you really going to buy that?) with earth itself. It was said that Behrens had the knowledge to control the flow of energy in living bodies, thus controlling the natural or not natural transformations of the body itself: young to old, sane to ill, man to... something else... like you.
"That's all, I just promised you one name, you got it. As an advice, you could search for one of the few youngest descendents of the original Eshetoh, they can be seen around in Morean Empire, from time to time. They usually wear strange manufacts from those old times, but often also normal people wear them, since they are fashionable (you know, all that 'go back to our roots' stuff). The slave who revealed me about Behrens' name was wearing a weird medallion with a green bear with two heads, one laughing, one grinning: you can search for someone with a similar object."
"Now, can I have fun with my 'legitimately' purchased toys, please?", said Ayal impatient, turning to the damsels...
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"Hi hi hi"... Ayal giggled like a little boy enjoying the little helpless apothecary's reactions... he decided to tease her tiny (OOC: I think you wrote they are tiny, Rilina, aren't they?) pretty feet again...
"Oh... such beautiful toys should never be covered up... never ever... that should be a crime...", fingers slowly drawing circles all around Rilina's soles, from the well round heel, passing through the hypersensitive arch, to the ball of the foot, receptive to subtle stimulations... all the way up to those pretty helpless wiggling toes.... "tickle tickle... hi hi hi... I can't ever have enought of this... hi hi hi... I bet your feet have never had the attention they deserved... tickle tickle..."
Delighted by her feet's ticklishness, Ayal wanted to test the rest of her body. He sat near the tied up, helpless girl. "Now, I bet that under those heavy clothes a very ticklish tummy hides itself frightned, doesn't it?"... grinning evilly... "Your pretty little tummy doesn't have to be shy... let's uncover it...", slowly opening her coat and rolling up her shirt to reveal a pale white (OOC: I hope is ok is the complexion is pale) tummy, sooo cute and sooo helpless...
A completely vulnerable bellybutton was just waiting to be teased... "How cute!... you wanted to hide from us this beautiful little hollow? Naughty you... It looks so lonely, I bet it would enjoy some company there...", slowly wiggling his finger just an inch from the apothecary's navel...
"He he he... by the way, what's the name of the pretty maiden here? Oh, yes, Rilina...", one of his helpers told him, "... it has such a gentle, cheerful sound... like a giggle... he he he..."
"Oh... such beautiful toys should never be covered up... never ever... that should be a crime...", fingers slowly drawing circles all around Rilina's soles, from the well round heel, passing through the hypersensitive arch, to the ball of the foot, receptive to subtle stimulations... all the way up to those pretty helpless wiggling toes.... "tickle tickle... hi hi hi... I can't ever have enought of this... hi hi hi... I bet your feet have never had the attention they deserved... tickle tickle..."
Delighted by her feet's ticklishness, Ayal wanted to test the rest of her body. He sat near the tied up, helpless girl. "Now, I bet that under those heavy clothes a very ticklish tummy hides itself frightned, doesn't it?"... grinning evilly... "Your pretty little tummy doesn't have to be shy... let's uncover it...", slowly opening her coat and rolling up her shirt to reveal a pale white (OOC: I hope is ok is the complexion is pale) tummy, sooo cute and sooo helpless...
A completely vulnerable bellybutton was just waiting to be teased... "How cute!... you wanted to hide from us this beautiful little hollow? Naughty you... It looks so lonely, I bet it would enjoy some company there...", slowly wiggling his finger just an inch from the apothecary's navel...
"He he he... by the way, what's the name of the pretty maiden here? Oh, yes, Rilina...", one of his helpers told him, "... it has such a gentle, cheerful sound... like a giggle... he he he..."
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"Oh, by the way Vega... Sorry for my rudeness... If you want you can play with my new toy too... consider it part of the reward... he he he..."
(OOC: As soon as Rachel enters in to play again, it would be great to take advantage of her state as a captive too, if Cassandra agrees 🙂)
(OOC: As soon as Rachel enters in to play again, it would be great to take advantage of her state as a captive too, if Cassandra agrees 🙂)
Minutes, hours, days.. damn, how long had he been out? Felt like it had been a long time, but then, a poison would do that to you. Lucky guess that it wasnt a very strong one, at best a stunning poison, the kind that dropped you instantly in battle. Yes, he had resisted it, but the fact that it had affected him at all, or that he had felt more than minor pain all this time bothered him. His seals probably were fading, a bad sign. At best he wouldn't be able to retrace them for a week, not at the rate his life had turned lately. These women were more trouble than they were worth, but gold was gold. Still, he stood a better chance making earnings playing a harp back at Dragon Way, if things kept up like this. First chance he got, Lucius intended to collect his pay and leave this city; quite an invitation to it, shot full of arrows, nearly killed, all on the first day none the less.
At this point, all of that hardly mattered. First things first, figuring out just exactly where he had gone off to die. Vaguely framiliar, but his eyes were still a bit blurred. It took a few minutes before he could adjust to the light, which he found odd in a cellar. Hmph, the light.. the blasted door was broken open. Something about that seemed odd, but it didnt quite click in, so he moved on. What a dusty floor.. it appeared as if no one had been down here for years, save what he took for his companions foot prints. Strange that one set should come from deeper into the cellar, but it didnt matter much - probably safer refuge back there. Thinking of his companions made him realize he hadnt seen anyone, safe the women, before he blacked out. Waylander had shouted something towards him, but he shrugged it off and took it for nothing. He could deal with it, whatever it was. He wondered where they had all run off to; there was hardly enough room down in this cellar, as he later realized, for them to be hiding in the shadows. It was hard to adjust his eyes, but he thought he saw another door, bolted, near the back, where a trail of foot prints had led. How would any of them have gotten through that, though.. strangely, he noticed, there were two large lumps of cleared floor, like something had hit them. And one set of foot prints leading to the.. broken doors.. Lucius let his head fall onto the wall behind him; his pay was stolen from him. It would happen like that, just to inconvience him more, that was the sort of luck he had. Unarmed he would do no good chasing after them, and he had no idea where the others had gone off to in the first place. But if he at least located them, he could go back.. life could be rediciously annoying, at times.
He rose, walked out of the cellar, and forgetting himself, took the noon sun full blown after just rising out of a cellar. Merely stunned him, but his eyes now burned again, but quickly subsided. Thankfully, whoever had taken the women had made no attempt to cover his tracks; there were obvious markings everywhere that someone was moving at a rapid speed away from this point, and it didnt seem that these alleys were frequented often. He could be wrong, but he didn't exactly have a better lead. Lucius decided to follow his instinct and just go, before matters got worse.
Not long after he had begun tracing the tracks, he realized there would be no returning the way he came; the tracks zigzagged around the city so much that he doubted he would have any coherence of his direction at all by the time he caught up. After what Lucius estimated to be a half an hour, based on the suns position in the sky, he noticed a pair of boots to the side of the alley. Coicedently, they appeared to be the same ones Rilina had worn earlier. Well, assuming he saw her again, she might want them; he took them and placed them inside his cloak somewhere so as to avoid strange looks should anyone pass him.(No, I dont know either. Imaginations, people.)
Laughter filled the air here, so he doubted he was very far. He hadn't noticed it at first, probably thinking too deeply. Good thing he stopped that; if someone came up behind him and he wasn't paying attention.. bad results. The laughter though struck him as odd; it wasn't exactly human, and the screechs he occasionaly heard were far from it. Worth investigation, but at a later date. The tracks he followed seemed to slow down ahead, so he must have been close. A few alleys down, still in a zig zagging pattern, and he felt closer to the laughter he had heard earlier. The tracks led to a door, which stood ajar and let no light out into the street; probably where he would find the two women. Still a little dazed from the poison, possibly now from the lack of good food and drink, he very nearly walked straight into the room. Luckily he managed to catch this action, and stand aside the door. It seemed a converstaion was going on; toys, payment, a cure.. nothing important. Except the ever so framiliar shriek, which he connected to Rilina. Tracked them down, anyway. And from the sounds of things, only two other people aside were inside. Judgement could wait later; he walked in, already a plan in mind.
Very plainly, very calmly, he stepped into the room, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. Of course it attracted stares from the two men, one of which seemed mildly dangerous, but definately not a body guard. Good guess; he would be fine. "After noon." He spoke. Lucius wondered a second before he spoke again, then decided on the plan he would follow. "I see you have a few things that belong to me. I don't particularly like having things stolen from me, you know. These two owe quite a debt to me, and I'd hate to lose that money to something like you. Besides, we wouldn't want the guards to know about your theft, would we?"
The way Lucius walked implied he had means of countering any attempt the fool made at an assault. Fear cracked him instantly, and a few apologies later he was offering hospitality to his new friend and guest at the 'estate'. Such a crummy place could hardly be called an estate, and Lucius intended to stay here no longer than necessary. To seal the sucess for himself, he stepped aside as the fool kidnapper dry washed his hands and spoke to the other man.
"No idea why you're here, or what relation you have to this man, but he's using you. From what I can assess, he lied to you about the knowledge he gave. I'll help you out later if you make sure this one doesn't do anything rash."
Too easily had he put fear into the heart of this kidnapper, and hopefully this other man would realize he was being cheated and assist Lucius. All that could be hoped for, anyway.
The two women lay very still on the bed. Both lay on their stomachs, and Rilina's bare soles were closest to him. Something about her seemed to give away that she was awake, but the other, Rachel he thought her name was, made no movements. He was still angry that his coin was missing, and here before him lay the thief. It was tempting, but he assumed that she had gone through too much already. Lucius moved across the room and undid the restraints around her, reached for her boots in his cloak, and thrust them to her. As for the other one, he still wondered if she was ticklish or not, so rather than untie her, he waited for her to wake.
(Yea, I fell asleep in the middle of this.. got long, etc. etc. Sorry for ruining your fun tukano, but yea.)
At this point, all of that hardly mattered. First things first, figuring out just exactly where he had gone off to die. Vaguely framiliar, but his eyes were still a bit blurred. It took a few minutes before he could adjust to the light, which he found odd in a cellar. Hmph, the light.. the blasted door was broken open. Something about that seemed odd, but it didnt quite click in, so he moved on. What a dusty floor.. it appeared as if no one had been down here for years, save what he took for his companions foot prints. Strange that one set should come from deeper into the cellar, but it didnt matter much - probably safer refuge back there. Thinking of his companions made him realize he hadnt seen anyone, safe the women, before he blacked out. Waylander had shouted something towards him, but he shrugged it off and took it for nothing. He could deal with it, whatever it was. He wondered where they had all run off to; there was hardly enough room down in this cellar, as he later realized, for them to be hiding in the shadows. It was hard to adjust his eyes, but he thought he saw another door, bolted, near the back, where a trail of foot prints had led. How would any of them have gotten through that, though.. strangely, he noticed, there were two large lumps of cleared floor, like something had hit them. And one set of foot prints leading to the.. broken doors.. Lucius let his head fall onto the wall behind him; his pay was stolen from him. It would happen like that, just to inconvience him more, that was the sort of luck he had. Unarmed he would do no good chasing after them, and he had no idea where the others had gone off to in the first place. But if he at least located them, he could go back.. life could be rediciously annoying, at times.
He rose, walked out of the cellar, and forgetting himself, took the noon sun full blown after just rising out of a cellar. Merely stunned him, but his eyes now burned again, but quickly subsided. Thankfully, whoever had taken the women had made no attempt to cover his tracks; there were obvious markings everywhere that someone was moving at a rapid speed away from this point, and it didnt seem that these alleys were frequented often. He could be wrong, but he didn't exactly have a better lead. Lucius decided to follow his instinct and just go, before matters got worse.
Not long after he had begun tracing the tracks, he realized there would be no returning the way he came; the tracks zigzagged around the city so much that he doubted he would have any coherence of his direction at all by the time he caught up. After what Lucius estimated to be a half an hour, based on the suns position in the sky, he noticed a pair of boots to the side of the alley. Coicedently, they appeared to be the same ones Rilina had worn earlier. Well, assuming he saw her again, she might want them; he took them and placed them inside his cloak somewhere so as to avoid strange looks should anyone pass him.(No, I dont know either. Imaginations, people.)
Laughter filled the air here, so he doubted he was very far. He hadn't noticed it at first, probably thinking too deeply. Good thing he stopped that; if someone came up behind him and he wasn't paying attention.. bad results. The laughter though struck him as odd; it wasn't exactly human, and the screechs he occasionaly heard were far from it. Worth investigation, but at a later date. The tracks he followed seemed to slow down ahead, so he must have been close. A few alleys down, still in a zig zagging pattern, and he felt closer to the laughter he had heard earlier. The tracks led to a door, which stood ajar and let no light out into the street; probably where he would find the two women. Still a little dazed from the poison, possibly now from the lack of good food and drink, he very nearly walked straight into the room. Luckily he managed to catch this action, and stand aside the door. It seemed a converstaion was going on; toys, payment, a cure.. nothing important. Except the ever so framiliar shriek, which he connected to Rilina. Tracked them down, anyway. And from the sounds of things, only two other people aside were inside. Judgement could wait later; he walked in, already a plan in mind.
Very plainly, very calmly, he stepped into the room, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. Of course it attracted stares from the two men, one of which seemed mildly dangerous, but definately not a body guard. Good guess; he would be fine. "After noon." He spoke. Lucius wondered a second before he spoke again, then decided on the plan he would follow. "I see you have a few things that belong to me. I don't particularly like having things stolen from me, you know. These two owe quite a debt to me, and I'd hate to lose that money to something like you. Besides, we wouldn't want the guards to know about your theft, would we?"
The way Lucius walked implied he had means of countering any attempt the fool made at an assault. Fear cracked him instantly, and a few apologies later he was offering hospitality to his new friend and guest at the 'estate'. Such a crummy place could hardly be called an estate, and Lucius intended to stay here no longer than necessary. To seal the sucess for himself, he stepped aside as the fool kidnapper dry washed his hands and spoke to the other man.
"No idea why you're here, or what relation you have to this man, but he's using you. From what I can assess, he lied to you about the knowledge he gave. I'll help you out later if you make sure this one doesn't do anything rash."
Too easily had he put fear into the heart of this kidnapper, and hopefully this other man would realize he was being cheated and assist Lucius. All that could be hoped for, anyway.
The two women lay very still on the bed. Both lay on their stomachs, and Rilina's bare soles were closest to him. Something about her seemed to give away that she was awake, but the other, Rachel he thought her name was, made no movements. He was still angry that his coin was missing, and here before him lay the thief. It was tempting, but he assumed that she had gone through too much already. Lucius moved across the room and undid the restraints around her, reached for her boots in his cloak, and thrust them to her. As for the other one, he still wondered if she was ticklish or not, so rather than untie her, he waited for her to wake.
(Yea, I fell asleep in the middle of this.. got long, etc. etc. Sorry for ruining your fun tukano, but yea.)
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(OOC: 🙂 Of course it's okay to tickle Rachel... unless you had something else in mind.)
Rachel slowly regained her senses to the sounds of frantic squealing coming from right beside her. It did not take long for the throbbing pain in her head to subside. She turned her head and saw Rilina with her hands and legs tied, a large ball gag in her mouth and getting tickled in various sensitive spots by a man she (Rachel) had never seen before. Now that she was awake, she instinctively tried to move her arms. To her surprise, she could not! Her hands and legs were tied with ropes around the wrists and ankles just like Rilina. A ball of cloth filled her mouth, possibly the veil that she once wore over part of her face, held in by a long scarf tied tightly over her mouth.
She found herself lying on a comfortable king-sized bed, still in the same attire and still wearing her slippers. Thank goodness for that because there were two evil looking men in the room and one of them was giving Rilina a vicious tickling. As soon as her strength returned, Rachel struggled and squirmed on the bed to test the ropes. They were well secured.
"Mmmmpph! Mmmmrrppff!" Rachel screamed into the gag, demanding to know what was going on.
Rachel slowly regained her senses to the sounds of frantic squealing coming from right beside her. It did not take long for the throbbing pain in her head to subside. She turned her head and saw Rilina with her hands and legs tied, a large ball gag in her mouth and getting tickled in various sensitive spots by a man she (Rachel) had never seen before. Now that she was awake, she instinctively tried to move her arms. To her surprise, she could not! Her hands and legs were tied with ropes around the wrists and ankles just like Rilina. A ball of cloth filled her mouth, possibly the veil that she once wore over part of her face, held in by a long scarf tied tightly over her mouth.
She found herself lying on a comfortable king-sized bed, still in the same attire and still wearing her slippers. Thank goodness for that because there were two evil looking men in the room and one of them was giving Rilina a vicious tickling. As soon as her strength returned, Rachel struggled and squirmed on the bed to test the ropes. They were well secured.
"Mmmmpph! Mmmmrrppff!" Rachel screamed into the gag, demanding to know what was going on.
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(OOC: Ayal is a NPC, so you can take control of it if you want, but, please, read carefully the previous posts before assuming that we are alone in the room, or that Vega is mildly dangerous. In the room there are two helpers of the slavers, obviously with weapons, and they obviously would attack you if you step in like that.
Plus, there are guards at the outside. You could have avoided them, but they would be called by the other people inside.
The slaver is a coward, and if he was alone he would have certainly reacted as you wrote, but as things are, he will simply be afraid and order his helpers inside and the guards outside to come in and attack you.
TNtickle decides if his character follows yours or prefers to be on the side of the slaver. But, what I wrote about the cure is a way to make Vega get in contact with my Playing char, Castorp, who is in fact a member of the old sept Eshetoh. Just to try to get things together 🙂
I don't mean anything bad, ElFewja, just please consider what other players write.
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Plus, there are guards at the outside. You could have avoided them, but they would be called by the other people inside.
The slaver is a coward, and if he was alone he would have certainly reacted as you wrote, but as things are, he will simply be afraid and order his helpers inside and the guards outside to come in and attack you.
TNtickle decides if his character follows yours or prefers to be on the side of the slaver. But, what I wrote about the cure is a way to make Vega get in contact with my Playing char, Castorp, who is in fact a member of the old sept Eshetoh. Just to try to get things together 🙂
I don't mean anything bad, ElFewja, just please consider what other players write.
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It had been quite a scene.
First, the slaver torturing the young apothecary in delight. Then, the long-awaited revelation.
But now a new wrinkle...
This stranger, clad much like himself, in the garments of a wandering mercenary. What claim he had upon these two he did not know. And his intent--to free them from slavery--seemed honorable.
Unless, of course, he had similar torturous intent for the both of them.
Plus, did he have any real reason to distrust the words from the slaver? He knew the man as a student of the occult--and his affliction, and those like it, in particular. And how would this new stranger even know the words were false? He knew nothing of the cure that Vega pursued--or why he needed it.
His decision was made.
"Ayal," Vega said. "You require my assistance?"
"Of course!" the slaver sputtered. "Get rid of him!"
"Then I will require an additional bonus, upon successfully removing this intruder. The dancing girl. You give her to me."
"WHAT?!" Ayal said. "Of course not..."
"She was not part of the original agreement," Vega said. "What does it matter to you? If you prefer to rely on your two lackeys to save you, then I'll gladly take my leave and let you gentlemen settle your own argument."
Ayal's eyes shifted back and forth between Vega and the newcomer.
"Fine! Fine! Just get rid of him!"
Vega turned, drawing his dueling sword in one fluid motion.
"I will do my best not to kill you..."
First, the slaver torturing the young apothecary in delight. Then, the long-awaited revelation.
But now a new wrinkle...
This stranger, clad much like himself, in the garments of a wandering mercenary. What claim he had upon these two he did not know. And his intent--to free them from slavery--seemed honorable.
Unless, of course, he had similar torturous intent for the both of them.
Plus, did he have any real reason to distrust the words from the slaver? He knew the man as a student of the occult--and his affliction, and those like it, in particular. And how would this new stranger even know the words were false? He knew nothing of the cure that Vega pursued--or why he needed it.
His decision was made.
"Ayal," Vega said. "You require my assistance?"
"Of course!" the slaver sputtered. "Get rid of him!"
"Then I will require an additional bonus, upon successfully removing this intruder. The dancing girl. You give her to me."
"WHAT?!" Ayal said. "Of course not..."
"She was not part of the original agreement," Vega said. "What does it matter to you? If you prefer to rely on your two lackeys to save you, then I'll gladly take my leave and let you gentlemen settle your own argument."
Ayal's eyes shifted back and forth between Vega and the newcomer.
"Fine! Fine! Just get rid of him!"
Vega turned, drawing his dueling sword in one fluid motion.
"I will do my best not to kill you..."
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Rilina is in hell, as far as she is concerned; she is being tickled and, insult to injury, tickled on her own damned bed! Fortunatly she hasn't been lashed to the bed itself, so she still has some wiggle room. But when the fingers hit her feet, all thoughts of escape fly away; she is a giggling, squealing, flopping mess.
She looks mortified as the slaver pulls up her clothes, but breathes a very short sigh of relief when he stops at her tummy. The laughter elicited from the tickling of her navel is different, more sweet. She isn't as ticklish there, but is still very ticklish in general.
She has two small moles on either side of her navel, not cosmetic but real moles, that are perfect for drilling fingers in to along with the cute innie itself.
Rilina flops around, laughing wildly in to the gag and wondering what she did to deserve this?
She looks mortified as the slaver pulls up her clothes, but breathes a very short sigh of relief when he stops at her tummy. The laughter elicited from the tickling of her navel is different, more sweet. She isn't as ticklish there, but is still very ticklish in general.
She has two small moles on either side of her navel, not cosmetic but real moles, that are perfect for drilling fingers in to along with the cute innie itself.
Rilina flops around, laughing wildly in to the gag and wondering what she did to deserve this?
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