Tickling Women of Game of Thrones

The battle was over in scant seconds..not much of a battle,really....more like an ambush. The last thing you remembered was a solid blow to
the back of your head, then darkness descended. You awaken to find yourself bound to a rack,arms stretched tightly but not uncomfortably over
your head,secured with padded leather cuffs.Ankles were held similarly rendering your body taut without a hair's breath of movement possible. The
only clothing you wore was a short, loose loincloth,plain but clean.

Voices filtered through the heavy wooden door to your right. You could barely make out a few heated words of a discussion that apparently
concerned you..and you strained to hear more. One of the voices became more distinct as it approached the door, resolving into the dulcet tones
of a young woman. "Leave him to me,Mance....I will discover who he is." You blink as the door creaks open....

Standing in the door frame is a woman of medium height and build,features shadowed by the cowl of her hunting cloak. She regards you silenty for
a moment,then strides fluidly toward you after closing the door. Stopping at the foot of the rack, she removes her cloak, the cowl falling away to reveal
a pretty,oval shaped face..piercing green eyes and a mane of red hair falling just below her shoulders. Your loincloth gave a twitch..luckily her eyes
were studying your face at the time (as you silently prayed she didn't notice).

She sat gracefully on the rack at your right hip, lifting a gloved finger to her lips. "Do NOT speak unless I ask you a question, do you understand?"
You nod slowly. "Good", she continues... "I am Ygritte,freewoman and wildling...and right now I am the only one standing between you and painful
torture". At the word torture, your eyes widened..lips parting in shock. A warning flash from her lovely eyes silenced your protests before they could
tumble from you. A small smile creased her lips..."There is hope for you yet,captive...but we shall see"

"Now, to business....my leader suspects you of being a spy for a group called the Night Watch"....Ygritte scans your face carefully for any telltale
sign of recognition....."and he has reluctantly allowed me to choose the method which with we will learn the truth". She extends her gloved hand and
lays it gently on my bare stomach. "So....ARE you a spy for the Night Watch?..Speak...." Your mind whirled and you stammered.. "Night Watch?
I've never even heard of th-nNNNNNGGGH...." You clamp your lips shut and strain in the bonds as Ygritte's fingers twitched in disbelief on your
helpless belly. The movement in your loincloth was impossible to miss that time.

Her green eyes narrowed and a predatory smile graced her beautiful countenance. Another, longer twitch on your stomach produced the same
results. ...." T....I...C...K...L...I...S...H....hmmm? " she cooed...drawing the word out teasingly. Your heart sank as you realized the cat was out of
the bag..and there was NO way it was going back in. She raised her hand and wiggled the fingers just over your trembling body. "Well...this should
be easy now"..she taunted...."why don't you tell us about the Night Watch and save yourself some torment,spy?" She lowered her fingers down and
began to scribble them on your flat stomach....and to your horror..they didn't stop this time.... First giggles, then chuckles...finally gales of helpless
laughter poured from your throat as Ygritte tickled your belly and sides.

"Itchy kitchy kitchy kooo....little spy....confess and it will go easier..." she giggled ,her eyes shining with fervor. Your senses began
to overload as you begin to babble..."Stopp...stahahahap...I'm not.nothehehehe...member of Nighihihiht Waaaaatch....no more....plehehehese".
Your pleas go unheard as her merciless fingers do not relent in their tickling assault.... "Tickle tickle tickle 'till you tell.....come on,
let's hear it....."