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TS - One Month Later - Bisanthium.

OOC: mind if i make a little 'assumption' on her appearance, if not i'll edit this post.

IC:

He chuckled "Maybe... but you know you love it" he said. "I detect a certain redness on your cheeks" he added teasingly.
The feather continued to linger, rubbing up and down, in and out.
Than it stopped, leaving her with her 'ache'. His right index 'dipped' into her bellybutton and he wiggled gently.
 
(Ooc: Not at all. 🙂)

Secretly she wished he did not stop teasing her gender, but she did not let him know about it. "I don't like it. Please stop..." she said, and whether he was obeying her or thinking of trying something new, he stopped. "Don't you dare do that ag-AAAACK!" she shrieked when she felt his finger entering her belly button. It was completely unexpected. She sucked in her tummy and wiggled her body to get away.
 
"Has it been a while since you had a man?" he said "Seems like it" he teased.
"Or is the lady one of those who isn't for 'men'" he said "Would be a shame... a darn waist" he said as both hands began to wiggle their fingers against her stomach, rhytimically and constant. After a minute his hands slid down her legs. The lotion still fully functional. "I'm wondering... are your feet ticklish? Or shall i linger a while longer here?" he said as he tickled her inner legs and knees.
 
Rachel could not answer. Magnus was attacking her non-stop with a barrage of tickles. The dancing of his fingers on her soft, smooth belly was the worst, but the lotion made her ticklish everywhere. "AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOHOP HEEHEEHEEHAAHAHAHA!" she shook her head frantically, her long brown hair flailing over her face. Sweat began to cover her torso.
 
He stopped allowing her a breather. Gentle teasing tickles on her legs and under them, but no more. "Tell me... shall i move to your feet?" he said "Princess?" he added sarcastically. The answer didn't matter as he did move over there. She could not see him but she could 'sense' his motion somewhat. As warm air washed over her soles it was clear he was crouching at the end of the stocks. He blew air on her soles teasingly.
Finally... he tapped each of her ten toes as if to check her reflexes than poked the center of each foot. "They look quite pampered..." he said.
 
She pleaded with him, "Please, no more." and then clenched her toes the moment she felt his finger tapping her sole. It was only a brief preview but she was already squirming and tugging with all of her strength at whatever was holding her in that terrible position. Magnus was right about her feet being pampered; there was not a single mark on them. They were smooth as silk, not at all worn out by the time she spent traveling on her own.
 
"No? hmmm i'm afraid this is far too tempting" he said as he ran his lips from her right heel upwards. He than moved down ever so gently, raking with his upper teeth, not too hard. He than backed away a bit and began.
Slowly his fingertips slid furtively over her soles. Barely touching her skin...
 
"Let meeheeheehee gohohohohohohoho!" Rachel screamed upon realizing that he would not stop just yet. This was getting unbearable. The relentless, agonizing assault on her poor soles, very gentle yet producing the most ticklish sensations, caused her body to thrash about and twist in every direction.
 
He continued to slide up and down with all his fingertips. Furtive touches but perhaps that made it all the worse. Rhytmically going up and down, up and down. Until suddenly... nothing?

Magnus began to adjust the restraints. Improving the way her feet were restrained. He tightened the stocks slightly than, made sure her big toes were locked very tightly together, giving him a large surface to 'play' with. Than... he tied back the big toes and waited a moment as if to make her 'savor' the moment.

"Ready... 'princess'?" he said as something 'fluffy' began to slide up and down between her toes.
 
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(Ooc: You called him Valerios in your post. 🙂)

She pulled against the restraints, noticing that they were now tighter than before, allowing very little movement. She started to plead again, "Please stop. I'll do anything. I'll give you anything I have, just stop this." Of course, once she felt something soft going through her toes, she burst into child-like laughter again. "AAAAAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEE!"
 
OOC: oops attentive sweetie aren't you! 😛 LOL. Yeah i was thinking about Val and the rpg while writing the post... bad mix. I have something similar happening in an SW rpg i'm in too.

IC:
The feathery touches slid down to her arches and heels. Moving up and down. Two firm feathers dancing up and down. And finally it stopped. "And what is it you offer me i would want? Do enlighten me..." he said.
He leaned forward and playfully nibbled each big toe in turn, suckling gently than stopping again, to give her a chance to reply, after which his hands that rested on the back of her feet, rubbed gently before moving away and than raking over her soles once more.
 
"I..." Rachel began to reply before realizing that she had nothing to give... except her body. A typical brigand like Magnus could never resist a girl like her, though it would go against her determination to save herself for someone special. But if there was a choice between having sex with this sadistic man, no doubt incurring the wrath of his lover if she found out, or spending more time in the stocks, she would choose sex.

Her hesitation was apparently mistaken for having no answer to Magnus' question. He attacked her soles again, and she once again burst into giggles. "HAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA!"
 
Magnus was amused. He had thought to humiliate her a bit by having her offer herself. But apparently she was too proud or morally strong, he could respect that. Besides it gave him more time to spend with her sensitive skin.
Already he was starting to think about what he was going to do with Meira as soon as possible. But her prolonged laughter drew him away from his more primal fantasies and back to the treat at hand.

Slowly his indexes drew circles across her soles until, he stopped.
"A small break as i focus on your upper body again shall we?" he said.
Rotation was important Meira had thought him even if certain spots were more desirable and sensitive, a small change in pace in between could break ones concentration more easily, making a return to the original 'spots' all the more satisfying and... unbearable.
Standing next to her, he began to playfully tickle her bare tummy.
"No brave words your 'highness'? Nothing to share?" he teased.
 
Jerking her body and sucking in her tummy, Rachel laughed even louder than before. "Oh please, STOOOOHOHOHOHOP! NOHOHOHOHO!" This man must be trying to tickle her to death, if that was even possible. She wished there was something nearby, something hard that she could hit her head on and lose consciousness. That was how desperate to escape the torture she had become. To add to the humiliation, the vicious assault on her belly was giving her the urge to pee.
 
Suddenly he stopped, noticing how she began to sweat and turned red, he decided to give her a break.
"Here... drink" he said, offering her a cup of water and bringing it to her lips.
"You are fortunate my female counterpart is not 'playing' with you" he said.
 
She drank in large gulps, taking deep breaths when the cup was empty. "I can't take any more of this. Please let me go." she begged for mercy again. The thought that Meira could enter at any moment and join in the torture made her shudder. If Magnus could be persuaded to stop by making an offer, Rachel would have to do it as soon as possible during one of these painfully short breaks. "Anything you want. Just name it."
 
"Anything? Like what?" he said, he smiled lightly, his hands sliding slowly over her body, molding her soft smooth skin. It was obvious his question was meant to taunt her further. "I seem to be able to do anything with you regardless..."
 
It was up to him to decide what he wanted, but now he wanted Rachel to tell him the price she was willing to pay. She was speechless for a while, unsure of whether to tell him right away that all she had to offer was sex. She had no money, and any possessions such as jewellery would have been taken from her while she was unconscious. She said to him, "First, please take the blindfold off."
 
He nodded and took it off slowly. And looked her in the eyes.
"Beautiful eyes" he noted, his smile was slightly cold but not really unpleasant.
 
She had a look around. It looked like she was in the same tent as before, only this time she was secured in a vulnerable position. Immediately she closed her legs together as tightly as the stocks would allow. Her angry glare was fixed on the man who tickled her to tears. "What will it take to get you to release me?" she asked.
 
He smiled "We'll discuss that when i get back" he said.
He allowed her to drink a bit more.
There was a ruckuss outside again. Could it be that his messenger had returned? He smiled at her "Do 'stick around' beautiful" he said tickling her under her chin. "I'll be back... but i'm expecting some big news" he said as he left the tent. The folds of the tent sliding shut.

OOC: feel free to move to the Tower and i'll have the siege/attack begin.
 
Rachel grumbled a bit and struggled with all of her strength before finally letting her arms dangle in that position. She must find a way to escape before Magnus returns, but how?

Meanwhile, Lady Shawn sat on her throne awaiting the return of Valerios (ooc: he hasn't returned yet, right?). Although it was not likely that anyone would attack her tower, Valerios insisted on preparing the handmaidens for battle at any time. Shawn herself stayed away from the rigours of combat training, preferring to watch her army practice their attacks while she tempted Valerios in her cleavage bearing short dress.

In case there was an attack, Andrea would be by her side to make sure no harm came to her. Merely breaching the tower entrance would be a difficult task for invaders thanks to Valerios' training in defensive strategies. It would take an army of considerable might to capture the tower.
 
Magnus had descended from his horse and stood at the utmost edge of the forest. Having left Meira's 'royal gift' back in camp, he stood ready to act soon. He was fully armored, clad in black and silver. His strong hand held rested on the grip of his gladius. He wore a fine but resistant cape and the men behind him wore a similar armor but less ornamented. Plumed helmet under his left arm, he smiled pleased as two of his scouts returned.
Saluting by slamming their balled fists into their chestplates, they began to draw out particularities in the sand for Magnus to study.
In the distance the rest of the warband had begun to form up. This far from the Tower, they'd probably go unnoticed and he'd keep it like that until he was ready to act.
In the distance one could see the black line that was the tower, standing proudly among the large woods.
He glanced back a moment. Meira hadn't 'popped' up in a while which was not quite like her. Perhaps she found 'entertainment'. He surpressed a small smile, so easily distracted than again 'entertainment' was her occupation so to speak.
Turning around, he nodded "Continue" he said.
 
The forest made it difficult for the handmaidens to spot the approaching army, nor did they spot the scouts who had been sneaking around the vicinity, studying the defenses and the best entry locations. Excluding climbing through the windows, the tower had only one entrance: the huge main doors, which were reinforced with steel and barred from the inside. If the strategy was brute force, Magnus' army could break the door down with a battering ram at the risk of receiving the rain of arrows that would come from the handmaidens at the windows.

But a possible way to end this quickly while keeping losses to a minimum would be having a small group of men capture Lady Shawn after sneaking into the tower while the handmaidens had their attention on the army. By doing so, Magnus would be able to force the handmaidens to surrender and thus capture them all alive. What he would do with them afterwards was up to him.

Perhaps this was the reason Meira had been absent. She had already been told about this battle. Confident that Magnus would win, she wanted to see what he would do if he had a large number of female captives, without her by his side to make suggestions. Borrowing a horse, she returned to Bisanthium to see if there was an audience waiting to be entertained.
 
"She's gone my lord" a follower said.
He grunted. "Women..." he sighed. "Very well... bring the turncoat handmaiden" he said. "I have a use for her" Thane walked forward and rubbed his chin while looking at the distant tower.
He'd use her as a distraction. And than he'd lead part of the handmaidens in a trap... while he and an elite cardre went for the main prize.
He'd need to get past the traps but the captured scout had revealed much... .
He would keep his word if she served satisfactory, she would be allowed to leave. His word was his bond besides... in a way that would be a greater punishment.

Meanwhile Valerios glanced at his nr2 "So this is where she is said to have passed?" he asked. The patrol had been away for hours now, heading for a location where 'Rachel' had been said to have been seen.
A carriage's tracks indeed lingered but it were old tracks and only the gods knew where she was now.
 
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