Alice struggled feebly as the guards carried her over to the rack, strapping her wrists in place, then her ankles. With a heave of the wheel and a great clatter, Alice felt herself become stretched out almost to her limits, and she was terrified of what was about to happen. The Knave of Spades soon appeared over her, he was in his "anthropomorphized" form, when the card creature took on a form like human beings, such as the King and Queen of Hearts currently were. He looked darkly at her with a grin as he spoke to the Queen. "And is there anything you'd care to learn from this little morsel?" he asked.
"Yes," the Queen said. "How much can one girl be tickled?"
"No," Alice pleaded. "Please, I didn't do anything!"
"So they always say," said the Queen of Spades appearing at the Queen of Heart's side. "Everyone does something, and so something is done to everyone. This something is about to be done to you."
Alice turned in terror to the Knave, who gave a low, pirate-like chuckle as he held his hands like claws above her body and held them their. "No!" Alice begged. He began moving his fingers in the air as he slowly started to bring them down. "No, please! Please!" He wriggled them just inches above her tummy. "No," she begged yet again, futile though it was, her voice saturated with desperation. "No-OH!" Her voice rose as his hands finally dug into her tummy, and immediately she began laughing. "HAHAHA STOP!!!" she cried, as the Knave used both hands together to dig through her dress and into her soft belly, causing her to squirm as much as her restraints allowed. His fingers constantly kneading, he drew them to one side, then slowly swept an arc across the lower part of her tummy and to the other side, then back to the center, driving Alice to total hysterics at the sensation. Her laughter was bubbly and her head shook under the ticklish torture. She'd been tickled before, but never bound and helpless, which gave the situation an extra dimension of agony.
The Knaves hands still kneaded her tummy, but started moving apart across her tummy in opposite directions until they rounded her sides. Alice's laughter rose in pitch and desperation as he squeezed her sides, moving down to her hips and up towards her ribs over and over again. Even through her dress her flesh felt electrified by the sensations, and being stretched out like this made it worse. Her laughter became a scream as the Knaves hands finally traveled up to her ribs and kept going, digging in and wriggling in a way that made her laughter reach new heights of desperation. "HAHAHAHA!!! STOP!!! STOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!" The Knave gave his sinister chuckle again as he focused especially on her sensitive lower ribcage. Over the course of an hour he continued to tickle all over her ribs, sides, and tummy while the desperate Alice could only laugh until she thought she'd die. Never in her life had she been tickled like this, and she knew it was only just beginning unless the Queen of Hearts changed her mind, which seemed less likely than Alice managing to tear the shackles off with her own strength.
Finally, the Knave stopped and Alice was left struggling to get her breath back. Her lungs ached from the intense laughter while being in this position, and her mouth felt dry as well. Seemingly reading her mind, the Knave appeared with a mug of water, which he held to her lips. "Don't drink it down yet," he said. "Swish it 'round your mouth first before you swallow." She did as he said.
"Is it over?" Alice asked with vain hope.
"No," the Knave said, and it was without the sinister tone it had before. Alice started to get the feeling it was mostly just part of his job, that he was expected to seem sadistic to his victims as the Queen of Heart's torturer. "Need to pace things to keep this up all day."
"Please," Alice again begged. "Please, no more! I did nothing, and even if I had I've more than been punished for it already!"
"Your punishment ain't up until the Queen says it is," the Knave said a bit more harshly. "More water, you'll need it." He forced her to take it. "Good, don't forget to swish it 'round. Otherwise, you dry up, gets in the way of your screams," he said, and his sinister look was back.
Alice was shocked as the Knave seemingly without thought lifted her dress and petticoat up onto her waist, revealing her bloomers. He slid her stockings down to her ankles, then slid the bloomers up as far as they could go. Then, with great show, he placed his nails on the inside of her thighs as high up as her bloomers allowed, and held them there a moment. Then he slowly began drawing them down her inner thighs towards her knees. Alice shuddered and suppressed a giggle at the sensation, but after he repeated it a few times, she was starting to chuckle again at the tickly sensation. Then, without warning, he started pinching into the soft flesh of the inner thigh instead of using his nails, and Alice burst out laughing. He kept pinching, and slowly worked his way down her thighs, only to repeat the process. "NO! NO! HAHAHAHAHA!" Alice had never been tickled on her legs in her life, and this was a horrible way to find out! He did this for several minutes while she laughed in desperation.
Alice panted for breath when he stopped, and saw him pull another strap out, this time over her abdomen. With that, he released the ones on her ankles, and Alice was relieved that she had at least didn't feel so stretched out. But things quickly returned to the horrible tickling as the Knave nonchalantly hopped onto the rack, pinning her left leg in place while putting the right one across his lap. With this angle he was able to find even more ticklish spots all over her thigh, kneading all the tender flesh that was available to him. Alice struggled to pull either leg away from him, but it was hopeless, and as he found the particularly bad spot near the back high up on her inner thigh, Alice lost it. Her eyes screwed tightly shut, she wailed with laughter as the Knave worked that spot over with his expert touch. "NO MORE! NO-HOHOHO MORE!!!" Alice begged, pushed far past her limits now, pleading that the horrible tickle torture stop. It went as well as most wishes, as the Knave tickled the spot until she was hiccuping with laughter, then switched to the other leg and found a fresh and equally ticklish spot there. Alice was crying with laughter, her face flush and red, cheeks shining like fresh apples. He stopped only long enough to put bindings around each knee to hold her legs open, then began tickling the spots on both legs at the same time. Alice's voice fell silent even though the laughter would continue to try to come out. "nomorehahanomoreplease" But the Knave was relentless, and he only paused every now and then when he thought Alice must pass out, but only long enough so he could continue just as furiously as before. After another hour he stopped again, leaving Alice to pant and whimper at her predicament.
"Well?" the Queen of Hearts demanded.
"I suggest a rest period, your majesty, before we resume."
"Nonsense, begin at once!"
"Allowing her some time will make her refreshed for what is to come. The torment will be much more sweet."
The Queen of Hearts crossed her arms and glared at him. "No respite for those who mock me!"
"Then I'm afraid she may not provide the entertainment you desire. She is not like that 2 of Clubs you gave me last week who had failed to dress properly for your banquet, she's far more vulnerable. It would take one beyond even my skill to continue for more than a couple of hours without her becoming faint or desensitized."
"Like the tickle-beast," came a voice that seemed on the wind.
"Like the tickle-beast," the Knave said as if the idea had just come to him. Alice noticed the grin of the Cheshire Cat nearby before it faded away. She was extremely cross with him: first he got her into this mess, now he's put the idea of some kind of tickle-beast in their heads! She'd already been tickled more than she could take!
"Who would know of this creature?" the Queen demanded.
"I believe the wise one would know."
"Then fetch him! At once!" The Knave nodded and departed, leaving Alice trapped. The Queen of Hearts and Queen of Spades began talking together, thankfully ignoring Alice. While she was far from comfortable like this, she knew they could make her far less comfortable.
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