Princess Kyra's Ticklish Rape Adventure

         “Well, I suppose this one will do then”, as Princess Kyra’s attention is drawn to a pastel yellow door not unlike her toy room back at home in the palace, “May I at least have my slippers back?”, pleads Kyra to the scowling old hag, who seems rather harried as she practically pushes Kyra backwards beyond the mantle of the door, “You won’t be needing them, my dear! I’ll just keep your slippers as a little token of our meeting. Perhaps I’ll enchant them, so that I can send my astral fingers to tickle your pretty feet whenever I choose. Ha! Ha! Ha!” And the last thing Kyra saw before she was plunged into total darkness was the old greenish-skinned hag glaring down at her, laughing maniacally.

         “H-Hello?” Kyra managed before soft lights came on, scaring her at first, before she recognized where she was, “I-It’s my toy room! Did she transport me back home?? Oh, how magnificent!” she exclaimed as she dove onto the gilded daybed full of pillows and Mr. Wuffles, her huge teddy bear. Kyra curled her sensitive bare feet under her and gazed in happy familiarity at the play room she used to enjoy as a little girl.

         There was her rocking horse, her big toy chest, her doll collection still sat on the mantle, her puppets were across from them, and her stuffed animals and balls and hoops and twirling sticks, wind-ups and trains and whirligigs, and finger paints and jump-ropes and a hundred other toys, games, and playthings from when she was littler lay scattered around.

         She snuggled close to her big soft bear and whispered, “Oh, I am so happy to be back safe at home, Mr. Wuggles! That mean old witch tricked me into leaving the palace just so she could tickle me in a most cruel and unusual manner! I didn’t enjoy it in the least bit!”, Kyra lied as she closed her eyes, and secretly felt a strange exhilaration recalling the thrill of being so helpless to escape the sorceress’ tortures.

         Oddly, it felt a little as if her toy bear was hugging her back, and then suddenly, Princess Kyra opened her eyes to see the bears eyes replaced by the old hags, and it’s mouth now in a drooling grin as it held Kyra fast, then easily rolled atop her, now drooling over her face while Kyra screamed and fought to free herself.

         But it was too late, and the room began to roll as if the daybed were a small boat, while the toys all seemed to march off the shelves and floor converging on her, some carrying decorative plumes and cords and silver links as they surrounded Kyra atop the daybed, each laughing and grabbing at her until they had Kyra helplessly tied up and started maliciously tickling the soles of the wiggling, giggling girl’s feet. To make matter worse, Mr. Wuggles had positioned himself atop her belly, and was busily running his soft paws along her sides, up and down her body, sending Kyra into a tickling conniption as even more animated toys and objects joined in the festivities, finding places to poke and prod along her young, delicate body. The total sensory overload was almost too much for the pretty princess, and she was howling and desperately clawing and thrashing around as a girl possessed atop the daybed, close to passing out from her exertions when…