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THE STOCKS
All was quiet in the King's court as the castle guards ushered in the blushing
maiden known to others in the village as Megan. She was blushing because before
this moment, she had only seen the king from afar, and now his guards were
hustling her to His Royal Majesty himself.
"Woman, my tax collector tells me that you have failed to pay your fair share
of the Royal taxes. Do you not wish to please your king?" King Alexander said
with a haughty tone.
"Your Majesty, of course I wish to please you, but I have no money, and it is
known throughout the land that your taxes are by far the highest and some of
your subjects feel this policy is quite unfair." Megan spoke and her voice
shook as she feared the King's reply, and rightfully so.
"Do you wish to see your King impoverished? Do you think that I would place a
burden upon my people that is too great to bear? Certainly, you are aware that
I am a fair man." The King bellowed.
"You call half of our earnings a fair tax? I think not." Megan was beginning
to get her courage back.
"To show you I AM a fair King, I will NOT cut your tongue cut out for that last
remark! I know full well, that you have posession of enough funds to pay your
fair share of the Royal Tax. You are just refusing to pay, a crime usually
punishable by death. I wish you not to die...I will prove my generousity to
you. Simply pay your share of the Royal Tax and I will let you go."
Knowing that the King did not want to see her perish Megan persisted in her
defiance. "Nothing you can do to me will make me reveal the secret place in
which I have hidden my coins. They ARE my coins! I toiled in the orchards for
them, and you do not deserve half!"
The King was outraged, but he still felt obligated not to have this woman
beheaded. "I will not harm one hair on your head, but you WILL surrender your
purse to me. Guards!!! Take her to the dungeon and have her locked in the
stocks." The King had an idea for making dear Megan reveal the location of his
tax money...he would have her mercilessly tickled until she begged to give him
all her money.
"Instruct the dungeon master to have this woman stripped naked while she is in
the stocks...also, fix irons upon her wrists and fix her arms in a position
above her head, so that she may become weary from the discomfort of not being
able to lower them."
Megan was no longer blushing, she was now scared as the guards led her out of
the Royal Court and down into the depths of the dungeon below. When she reached
the dungeon, two guards held her arms as the dungeon master removed her
clothing, her undergarments and even her shoes and stockings. Megan struggled,
but it was not use against three strong men, bent on following the King's
orders.
The dungeon master place Megan's feet in the stocks and she saw them close down-
-he locked them in place, and she began to feel a great fear. Her wrists were
indeed bound in irons and then the irons were fastened to a large thick rope
which hung from the low ceiling of the dungeon. Then the dungeon master
withdrew from his sash a thick black cloth which he tied around her head,
covering her eyes. All was dark.
The contrast of the rough wooden stocks around her shapely legs and the heavy
black blindfold around her blond locks was most moving to the dungeon master.
He had done as he was told and began to wonder what he should do next. At that
moment, Megan became aware of a familiar voice. It was the King!
"Thank you for preparing this wench for me Claudius. I shall interrogate the
prisioner personally." The King announced as a flicker of a smile ran across
his face. "Leave at once!" The dungeon master obliged and the King walked over
to where Megan was helplessly bound, hand and foot...whereupon his tone became
sinister.
"So, you think you're so strong...you cannot be broken...we shall see my little
serf. You shall not be so boisterous upon your departure from this place. You
have the King's Oath upon that!"
"Sir, I am most shy, and have found great discomfort in you viewing my
nakedness." Megan said sheepishly.
"You know not what discomfort is...but you shall!" And with that, Megan began
to feel what seemed to be a feather caressing the inside of her arm. She
giggled a bit, but as the feather continued to trace lower and lower, she knew
it was going to reach her armpit. She was shocked. "Is this how the King will
try to make me divulge the location of my purse?" She thought to
herself...indeed, the King had a very full day planned for the beautiful Megan.
The King's feather was now making small circles in the crux of Megan's armpit
and she was finding it to be most uncomfortable.
"Your Majesty...that tickles! Please stop! Heeee....Heeee." To Megan's horror
there was no reply, but the feather continued down her sides, ever so lightly
grazing over her tender ribs, tickling more her skin than the ribs themselves.
"Oh Sir, I beg of you, you are driving me to madness! Please stop!" He did
not. Megan felt that feather gliding over her nipples ..from underarm to
underarm...traveling over her nipples on the way. Her skin was crawling...it was
most unnerving to Megan not to be able to pull her arms down...but there was
nothing she could do about it.
The King then started to work the feather around Megan's navel...gliding it
over her taut, but heaving stomach. This was almost more than Megan could
bear!
"Oh PLEASE!!! STOP!! HEEEE HEEE HAAAAA HAAAAA..."
This pleased the King, but he knew full well he had not yet played his trump
card. While continuing to tickle Megan's stomach with the feather, the King
began tapping on the stocks. Megan knew this was a hint of the awful torment
to come...and sure enough it did.
Megan felt the feather leave her stomach...all she saw was darkness, her
blindfold allowed not a ray of light to pierce it, so she certainly could not
see what the King was doing. All of the sudden...Megan felt the feather gliding
across the points of her toes. This was sheer, unadulterated torture!!! Megan's
feet were by far the most ticklish part of her body...and the King was just
starting on her toes!
"NOOOOOO! HEEEE...HAAAAAA....OOOOOOHHHHH! STTTTOOOOOOOPPP!"
This response pleased the King greatly...as he began to run the feather over the
tops of poor Megan's feet...and down the outside edges of both her feet as well.
"OOHHHHH....HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA, NOOOO MOOOOOORE!"
The King was rather enjoying himself at this point, he had no idea that
tormenting his subjects in this way could be so enjoyable. He had been saving
the best for last and he decided now was the time to employ the grand tactic.
The King turned the feather around, so the hard pointed edge was poised just
inches away from the centre of Megan's tender soles. Furiously, he applied the
instrument of torment to her feet. Megan's body arched and the stocks creaked
as she desperately tried to pull her feet through the small openings to no
avail. Megan screamed in helpless gales of laughter. The King had never heard
such a sound in his long life.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOO!!!!! HAAAAAAA! HEE HEEE...HAAA! NOOOOOO!!!
PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!! STOP! HEE HEEE HAAAAAAAA!"
This was indeed the reaction the King was looking for. The pointed end of the
feather kept running up and down poor Megan's sole for what seemed like days,
but was merely four hours. The King would stop only long enough for the poor
maiden to catch her breath. Her pale white skin had become pinkish in color,
because she was laughing so hard...all the blood was rushing through her body.
Her head was pounding. It was a fate WORSE than death...Megan indeed believed
she would just cease to exist from shortness of breath due to laughing harder
than anyone had thus far in history.
When Megan had endured a total of five hours of feather torment the King
announced it was time for dinner. His dinner, not hers. Megan heard the thick
wooden door to the dungeon close behind him. She soon fell into a deep sleep
as her mind, body and spirit were spent.
Megan awoke to the harsh reality of what felt like FINGERS running up and down
her stomach...she began to laugh even harder than before as the fingers REALLY
TICKLED! The feather had tickled her skin...but THIS was a TOTALLY DIFFERENT
sensation! MADNESS!
"I decided to ask the dungeon master and some of my men to join me here on this
great occasion...where you will finally concede to pay the King's Tax." The
King said in a tone that scared poor Megan."
"I WILL pay, I will pay you NOW your Majesty...my coin purse-" And with that she
felt another pair of hands beginning to scratch at her underarms...this was NOT
like the feather...MUCH worse!
"OOOOOOHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HEEE HEEEE HEEE"
Megan thought she had reached her limit with the feather, especially on the
soles of her feet, but no, this was not the case. She jerked like she'd been hit
by lightning as yet another pair of hands had started digging into her
hypersensative ribcage. Six hands! Oh God, she thought, my life is over.
Another pair of hands grabbed Megan right above the kneecaps and she jerked hard
on the stocks, it felt like her ankles seperated from her feet, but they did
not. She was VERY ticklish above her knees and on her inner thighs, which that
tickler soon found out.
"Oh, I wish to join the fun too" Megan gasped as she tried to draw her breath
amid unbelievable bounds of laughter...she realized that the King had
spoken...he hadn't even started tickling her yet. Then she knew that he was
going to approach her feet, and sure enough he did...now the King had nicely
manicured nails, befitting a king and they made devilish intruments of torture.
The King stuck hard, fast and with a vengence in the center of Megan's
soles...he ran his tickling fingers up and down her soft feet and Megan now
realized that she had a total of ten hands, tickling furiously upon her now
weakened body...
"HEEEEEEEE....HAAAAAAA....OOHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO
MOOOOOOOOOORE! HEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEE HAAAAAA!"
This torment continued well past midnight as the King, the dungeon master and
three trusted servants tickled the poor maiden into oblivion. Eventually, the
torment stopped and Megan began to regain her faculties.
"Maiden Megan, I have decided that you shall be exempt from all of the King's
Taxes from this day forward for your kind service to the court." The King said
as he removed her blindfold.
"I don't understand...what service have I given you?" Megan replied.
"None yet, but you are so ticklish and my men seemed to enjoy this a great
deal...so I hereby decree that you shall endure tickling for no less that eight
hours a day until your years number forty."
Upon hearing this, Megan slipped into unconsciousness. After all, she was only
19.
THE END