There had to be a dozen different showgrounds and rooms to choose from but, for some reason, all the events seemed to take place in the same gladiatorial arena- apparently nobody was sick of pillars and sand yet.
This time the two subjects for the ticklers’ duel were bound facing each other about twenty feet apart. Their arms were raised and bound high above their heads to the top of the pillars they were backed into. Unable to move the two were stuck here until the inevitable moment the gates opened and the ‘fun’ began.
Well- began for the crowd.
Miranda looked about nervously around the crowd then at her opponent. She couldn’t not think of her as an opponent because there was the matter of her freedom and possibly soul riding on her winning this contest. On paper it seemed easy- outlasting a girl who’d been sensitized by a tickle dragon for years who was being tormented by a harpy. It got a bit harder when you remembered she loved being tickled- begged for it Miranda had heard.
Meanwhile a demoness literally hell-bent on making Miranda her pet was going to be doing everything she could to make her lose. Not so easy in practice.
For her part Alexandria was buzzing with nervous anticipation. She had heard of, but never experienced the touch of a harpy. The closest she had come was the Princess drawing a harpy feather along her side one evening in her chambers. All she remembered was going wild as the Princess lazily dragged the feather up and down her ribs and across her midriff. What two whole wings felt like- well she’d find out soon enough.
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