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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1904620
You are a sorcerer experimenting with Tickle Magic, emphasis on the word "experimenting"
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Chapter #4

South

    by: Unknown
You head south, through insufferably thick brush and overgrown, tangled thickets. You think about turning around when you catch the unmistakable whiff of campfire. You creep cautiously in that direction and soon make out the sound of a woman's laughter!

You draw closer to the laughter, which is loud and relentless, and soon hear a number of deeper, baritone murmurings under the cacophony of breathless, screaming laughing. You draw back a thick-leaved branch and discover a campsite.

The deep voices belong to several hulking, barbaric-looking men wearing breechcloths, ruddy body paint, and little else! One or two sit lazily around the crackling fire, sharpening strangely exotic weapons, but three of the stooped beasts are gathered around a pair of sturdy poles, hung horizontally between the crotches of trees. Dangling from the poles are a man and woman, bound at their wrists and ankles, bowed uncomfortably toward the forest floor, wearing only tight green shorts and a slight, green tanktop for the woman.

The relentless laughter is coming from the woman, a dark-skinned beauty, with short black hair and strong Mesoamerican features. She is screaming and bucking wildly while two of the encircled barbarians poke happily at the girl's vulnerable underarms and frantically wriggling feet.

"Hahahahahaha-N-n-n-n-noooo M-mwhahahaha-m-more! P-plahaha! Nooo! P-Please! Ahahaha!" She screams, near the point of delirium.

The male, a lanky, pale blond, stares unflinchingly at the ground.

The girl seems on the verge of total exhaustion as the largest of the savages concentrates his tickling attack between the tops of her thighs. She shouts and begs for mercy between breathless bouts of insane laughter.

Now, you think, might be an excellent time for a spell!

Or it might not ...
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