Princess Kyra's Ticklish Rape Adventure

         Princess Kyra awakened later to the crash of thunder and what sounded like a baleful night of winds and rain outside. However, her attention was immediately diverted to her own inglorious situation. Kyra found herself bound in a kneeling posture, with her head trapped at the neck in the sort of stocks the farmer would keep his pigs in when they feed from the trough. Another bolt of lightning and thunder strikes outside, even as the farmer suddenly causes Kyra to clamp down on a wooden bit gag with leather strands he ties tight behind her neck. Now, Kyra is helpless, with her arms bound off away from her shoulders to the sides of the trough, and her legs spread and bent so that her feet are on display, along with her arched back and precious bottom bobbing around she is quite the helpless sight.

         “D’you know why I’m doing this to you, girl? Because it’s important to me that you know exactly why I’m about to do my damnedest to drive you stark raving mad with laughter for the rest of this everloving evening, lass. You see, I know who you are, child. And I’ve heard of your little secret escapades outside the palace walls. That’s right, Princess. However, what you are probably unaware of, is that those commoners you blithely interact with on your little forays are often rounded up, and brought to your Majesties dread torture dungeons, where they are tormented in ways that cause them to lose their minds, though their bodies rarely bear any marks. My own blessed Danika played with you last year when you managed to briefly escape from your own birthday parade through the town. When your father’s dungeon fiends were done with my daughter, she was a babbling, shivering, shuddering mess. We decided it would be best to give our own daughter up to the nunnery; she was so changed by her time in the King’s dungeons! And now I’m going to put you through a mere night of what others go through for days and weeks in that hellhole below the palace, you spoiled little slut!”

         Princess Kyra was squirming and attempting to free herself from her embarrassing position, but the farmer was already putting finishing touches on things, so that she was quite helpless, and in the most ridiculous pose he could comfortably place her in. She was panicked and terrified, unable to see or do anything about how he might decide to use her body, but she knew just from this humiliating pose that she was going to be put through the wringer at the hands of this vengeful farmer. She swore that, when this was through, she would try to find the nunnery and make amends to his daughter Danika.