The scenery displayed in front of her was quite intimidating; The Queen was sitting on her throne, alongside her favorite guards located near her in case of assassinations. The wide and open space was where Karmilla presumed that she'd be tortured in. Elves were dining and merely chatting along on the side seeing as it was a buffet. Waiters were serving drinks and exquisite food whilst the witch would be utilized as merriment for the domestics. All of a sudden, the conversations were dropped and their eyes laid on the newcomer - sizing her from top to bottom, partially exhibited due to her peculiar outfit. Males were getting enthusiastic as they contemplated so much bare skin and exchanged perverted grins amongst themselves.
"Well, it looks like our entertainment has just showed up," the commander in chief shouted in her loud, booming voice. Her attire adjusted for the convenience as well; she wore a long, green dress that trailed behind as she took a step. A large portion of her cleavage was brandished with her gown, freely bouncing around as The Queen moved. "Fellow elves, fairies, ogres and vampires, this little whore barged into our castle and demanded our belongings. After a polite refusal, she had the audacity to insult me and thought she could easily leave without any apologies. Such insolence needs to be punished before this criminal disrupts our population even further...who's with me?!"
Noisy yells of approval and excitement echoed through the site in a wildfire. Dozens of 'Yeah!', 'Teach her a lesson!' and 'Make her suffer!' were stated from the entire population - even children desired her retribution. Karmilla gulped and she knew that it was a big mistake to come her first, but it was too late to emerge with that realization - she'd have to deal with the consequences.
"In addition, we've discovered her deadly weakness. It seems that the hussy is remarkably ticklish..." once the empress finished the sentence, resounding wails of 'Ooo' and 'Aaa' in the accommodation. "Feast your eyes, my people, as she will be tormented in that department for your enjoyment. Guards, tie her up if you please..." Her loyal attendants obeyed without any hesitation.
"Hey...let go of me!" Karmilla clamored as the guardians seized her arms and dragged her to the center of the arena. Stationed at the core of the gridiron, metal chain shackles were established on the ground. Two henchmen grabbed her ankles forcefully and ensconced them into the restraints, locking them with a key. "No...what are you doing? This is illegal; release me at once!" Her efforts were discounted by the abettors, whom simply recouped their duties. Two more steel manacles were levered from the ceiling, reaching down to an appropriate levels for proper use. Her upper limbs were wrenched against her will and smuggled through the handcuffs. Her physique was stretched to its maximum extent and competently debilitated. Her butt stiffened and her torso rattled in a futile rebellion; the residents relished the sight of her sexy bod being paraded in all its prime, and her pitiful struggles as well.
"We've also taken the liberty of crafting a special lotion for this specific occasion," Her Highness explained to the dazzled audience. "It will be the first time testing it out on our lovely victim." Many dependents stalked towards Karmilla in a hassle, a bottle of baby oil in their possession. Said person incontestably petrified as the elves were right nearby.
The individuals dipped a massive amount of the fluid in their palms and mixed them in for good measure. The treatment began once they connected the liquid with her biceps, spreading the oily substance all over her naked flesh. The succulent had a rancid smell to it, but the sentiment was sort of pleasurable. However, her opinion changed once she felt tingling awareness on her epidermis; whatever they were doing, it made her even more volatile than she was prior to this. The consciousness heightened once they advanced to her ticklish armpits, diffusing the grease on her deep hollows. Guffaws developed as their fingers started to lightly scratch while concurrently dispersing the pomade around her contour. The servants compressed the container once more and the baby oil descended into their open dukes. They progressed to her thighs and legs, sweeping the texture thoroughly and exotically. Grunts of frustration with a mixture of recreation spurted her throat, moderately reveling in. Although, her anxiety spiked up after Karmilla became conscious of the remaining area that was not excoriated.
"No...not my belly, I beg of you! I'm so ticklish th-guh!" her plea was impeded by four metacarpus slathering the article on her denuded stomach. Not a single sector of her midriff was left uncovered by the concreteness - even her back and spine were touched up. Giggles surfaced with mere rubbing and god knows what would happen if they commenced tickling her. Karmilla could feel her tummy growing thrice as sensitive as before, twisting and turning in her posture. Her knuckles tightened and she yanked at her arms, attempting to block the throbbing gut reaction. "Hehehe hehe ehoehe ahaha ehiea heieah ehheheheh ehehehehe pleahahaa hahaahhahse ehe heoe hee oho ahoaehoaeoaehaha I can't! Hehe ohoeeh eha ahhahahae iea ihaehieaieaaaaaaa NO!" A finger entered her navel and twirling around her innie, sometimes probing the delicate knot. Karmilla blatantly screamed in agony as her belly button was assaulted with the moist phalange, transferring the precipitation to her umbilicus. The extremity retracted from her crevice whilst the witch breathed in relief. It was horrible, but it had not even begun yet. She had doubts whether she'd even survive the ordeal, swallowing her saliva in uneasiness.
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