Princess Kyra's Ticklish Rape Adventure

         Suddenly, Princess Kyra’s mother The Queen entered the playroom, and looked aghast at her daughter, half-dressed, legs and arms splayed in all directions, laughing and writhing around as if in some delirious fit. The toys had immediately stopped and simply fallen around her before the door completely opened; and to the Queen Mother, it looked as if her daughter had tied herself to her own daybed, perhaps in some odd game or dare, and had lost her mind, shrieking and laughing and flopping around, yanking at the slender decorative chains and scarves and lines that held her.

         With the onslaught ended, Princess Kyra was still trembling and panting and quivering and convulsing as she greeted her Mother the Queen, whimpering, “Mommy! Oh, Mommy!” before sobbing in relief.

         The Queen approached the bed and was looking down at Kyra’s face as she renewed her struggling to free herself. “Kyra! Whatever is the meaning of this…this…?”

         When Kyra sees the look of concern on the brow of the Queen Mother, she realizes that to her it appears she has bound herself in some strange game, and she attempts to explain about the toys and how she came to be like this, but the Queen is having none of it. She stands up, returns to the door into the playroom and locks it, then seats herself next to the daybed.

         “Mommy! It isn’t how it appears! I swear! I didn’t do this to myself! Please, free me!”, begs Princess Kyra, but her Mum hushes her, and decides to have “The Talk” with her daughter…while she’s tied-up atop her bed! A captive audience. The Queen seems to think that The Princess has been spending too much time alone at a point in her life when suitors will soon come calling, and that a stay at her Cousin the Duchess’s chateau might do her some good. Get away from Palace life and enjoy some fresh air for a change.