Karmilla braced herself glumly as the vampire tugged her eagerly along, delicate hand fixed to her bicep with a supernatural grip. The pretty lich was chattering eagerly about all the fun they'd soon be having together, and Karmilla already felt nervous about what was doubtless to come. At this point, however, she wasn't entirely certain she could back out at all, and was too scared of that possibility becoming confirmed to try just then. By way of a distraction, she tried to examine the interior of the rarely-visited fortress for anything that might be of use.
The bridewell's ceiling was high and vaulted over a cavernous entrance hall, only the few odd glimpses of the elaborate stonework visible in the shadows. The walls descended precipitously, racing the heavy chains of a few iron chandeliers on their descent to the marble expanse of the endless floor. Huge tapestries, fresh despite a no-doubt advanced age, cushioned he walls, providing a welcome backdrop for the erected suits of armour enshrined in alcoves beneath them. Occasionally, a vampire fluttered through, in human or bat form, rarely pausing to give Karmilla and her host more than a hungry glance as they went about their business. Despite the echo produced by the chamber's cyclopean scale, the room was eerily quiet and seemed open to the chill of the cold mountains outside.
"Where are we going?" Asked Karmilla, voice quiet in the preternatural chill. Already she wished she had something more extensive to cover herself with -a motion redoubled as vampires leered alternately at her exposed neck and belly. Even as she made the query, the vamp broke off the main hall and led her into a comparatively modest but even more luxuriantly furnished parlour.
"Oh, to say hello to some friends of mine," Said Ms. Vamp cheerfully. Now confident that the witch wouldn't escape, she relinquished her death grip on the human's arm and slid her hand around the witch's slender waist instead. Karmilla felt the hand resting on her bare side acutely, heavy with potential menace. "Ah! And here they are!" The parlour was narrow but long, with full-length windows overlooking a breathtaking mountain view lining one side and bookshelves the other. Comfortable divans, chairs, and tables formed neat squares periodically. The nearest one was occupied by two lounging vampires.
"What's this, Tania?" Asks one of the two corseted beauties, dense mane of raven curls falling over one ivory shoulder as she sits up eagerly. "A new toy?"
"She looks tasty," Notes the other, lying idly back opposite with her sculpted arms folded idly behind her head. Karmilla couldn't help but notice the way the position emphasized the alluring swell of her bound breasts, or called attention to her bare and silky underarms. "Where did you find her?"
"On the doorstep, ladies." 'Tania' sat primly down on one of the remaining couches, easily pulling her increasingly nervous guest down beside her. "Witch, I'd like you to meet my friends; Chernova and Anastasia."
"I'm the busty one," Interjects Anastasia cheekily, arms shifting under her head for greater comfort.
"Yeah, you wish!" Says Chernova, reaching smartly across the table to flick her in her open underarm. Anastasia leaps up, putting one hand to her mouth. "You're only the ticklish one here!"
"Actually, ladies," Says Tania languidly. "I believe it's our little magical sweetmeat here who owns that title. This is, ah..."
"Karmilla." Said the witch, crossing her arms between her legs nervously.
"Thank-you." Said Tania. "Now, what Karmilla here needs is a few drops of vampire blood. I think we can arrange that- in exchange for adequate compensation, of course. I think we all know what form that may take."
"Are you ticklish, witch?" Asked Chernova eagerly. "And where?"
"I'm... Horribly ticklish." Sighs Karmilla, averting her eyes and shifting nervously. "Especially on my -feet." She said, deciding that if she could spare her belly and underarms, than that would be a small victory at least.
"I think you're lying." Said Chernova slyly, and Karmilla felt herself jump at the sharp and suggestive tone.
"N-no, really," She blushed. "I can't stand having my feet tickled at all. It's pure torture! It-gah!" She fell into a laugh as Tania suddenly fell to squeezing her bare sides, smiling with the relaxed certainty of a cat toying with a mouse as the poor witch shrieked. With the vampire's nails squeezing and scrabbling over her midriff, Karmilla curled up like a louse, rolling off the couch altogether in her desperation to get away. Tania didn't pursue, but swapped confident looks with her companions before all three turned their gaze to the flushed and panting witch.
"Oh, no..."
"Clam down, girl," Said Tania sweetly, helping her back to her feet. "I promise that we won't be take more than a few hours." She pulled Karmilla down on top of her, the human like a doll in her firm grip. "Now, lean back, stretch out, and prepare for some laughs."
Breathing heavy with anticipation and fear, Karmilla complied, feeling the cool air brush soothingly over the flushed skin of her belly as her skimpy corset rose up. In sync, Anastasia and Chernova rose and stepped up to opposite ends of the couch. Carefully, they seized hold of Karmilla's graceful limbs as they tentatively approached sliding them neatly into the concealed stocks located in the woven woodwork below each armrest.
Securely fasted, stretched and helpless, with her belly arched invitingly over Tania's lap, Karmilla began to realize fully how helpless she was. Overhead, Anastasia playfully pushed her hat down over her eyes, as her counterpart at Karmilla's feet teasingly withdrew her heels. Chernova flicked one nail over the slender pale feet so revealed, grinning predatorily as the witch jumped and gasped.
Tania gently rested her fingers on Karmilla's taut belly, revelling in her terrified shiver at the preemptory contact. Slowly, she began to trace her fingers of the trembling flesh, hearing Karmilla immediately break out into involuntary titters with delight. Gently, Anastasia took her cue to begin scratching away at the trapped witch's underarms; Chernova, at her arches. For her part Karmilla could do nothing but lie back and take it, an excruciating prospect for the horribly ticklish girl. She bucked and thrashed under the steadily intensifying, electrifying tickling, feeling the merciless grip of the elegant restraints rendering her prostrate. Tania doodled contentedly over her belly, saving the navel for later even as she probed in suggestive ellipses, alway coming within a hairsbreadth of the sensitive hollow while leaving it unmolested. The suspense with each revolution was hideous.
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