Princess Kyra's Ticklish Rape Adventure

         It was a vague, subtle feeling, but as Princess Kyra made her way down a dark slope towards what appeared to possibly be a trail near the bottom, the tree limbs seemed to grow denser and lower, which caused her to have to - at times - bend down under or crawl over thicker branches. It became hard to tell, but she believed she was still heading in the general direction of the possible trail she’d glimpsed, although now all Kyra could see were trunks, limbs, branches and vines of what seemed like an increasingly thick area of growth all around her. It was hard to tell where she really was going, as she was forced to make so many choices to go around obstacles like spiderwebs, thorns, and dank pools of water amidst the thickets.

         She began to fear she was really in some serious trouble when she attempted to retrace her steps away from what appeared to be a serpent moving in a branch ahead (or so it appeared, though it might have been a sentient vine for all Kyra could see of it), only to discover her previous route throttled with thorny vines. Now, her only way away from the slithering danger ahead would force her to crawl under low laying branches on her hands and knees!

         The thought that she might have gotten herself into some trouble from which she might not easily be extricated, if she were ever found at all, began to seriously come up for consideration, and Kyra became increasingly distressed, even as she daintily attempted to scoot and crawl and sneak through ever-tightening limbs and branches, until she couldn’t even say for certain where the ground itself now lay.

         Now genuinely alarmed and nearly tearing up at her circumstances, Kyra was crawling on her belly when she began to first feel a snag back around her lower robe. “Oh, what now!”, fussed Kyra, as she attempted to yank the robe seam free from whatever it had snagged on, only to seemingly have it pulled even further off of her, so that it is down around her shoulders.

“Hey!”, Kyra cried out, as she again feels her robe tugged down and off her. She is now so tangled up in the vines and branches that each of her limbs feels caught in random directions, but Kyra manages to look far enough over her shoulder to see a giant, glittering monster moth winning the tug-of-war for her precious robe, which it was even now devouring with an almost insect-like glee. “Give that back!”, Kyra screams at the huge moth, even managing to kick her leg free of the entrapping vines and swipe at the moth. However, all this manages to do is jostle some of the moth’s glitter all over Kyra’s body from above, before the beast flies off into the dark with her robe.

Somehow, her sudden movement seems to cause the vines to tighten all around Kyra, even tighter than before, and she finds herself in quite a fix, in only her dainties and slippers now, trapped in a preposterous prone position inside a veritable cluster of vines. “Oh dear! Someone, please help me! I’m afraid I’m in quite a fix! Hello? Anyo-nghggh!”, and poor Princess Kyra suddenly finds a slender tendril of vine tightening around her neck when she makes any sounds.

It soon becomes apparent to Kyra that as long as she remains still and doesn’t try to call out to anyone, the vines slightly loosen their grip, but as soon as she struggles or makes any sounds with her mouth, she feels the strangle of the vine, almost as if it is warning her.