This is just a quick list of fantasies I had at some point – if any of them get to come true I’ll know I’m living my life well :)
I decide to visit a Renaissance Faire once, being interested in medieval history and costumes. I dress up as a peasant wench, wearing a nice but simple dress, and walk around the Faire, enjoying the displays.
Suddenly, a group of men in townsguard armour surround me. They grab me. I try to resist, but the visitors around me are laughing. They don’t realise I’m not just an actress. I am marched to the stocks and have my feet locked in their unforgiving clutches. My shoes are removed and my bare feet exposed. People follow me, laughing at my predicament.
Once I’m locked in, my hands are tied behind me so that I can’t resist anything my torturers throw at me. I’m not too much into tickling but I still hope that nothing more sinister than tickling can happen. But the organizers put some twigs and canes around the stocks to encourage people to use those.
I am hooded so that I don’t know where and when the next blow is coming. Completely helpless, barefoot and restrained, I await my captors, hoping for mercy.
The first blow lands and I yell out in pain. The Renfaire visitors still think I’m just a model and I’m playing along. They of course don’t realise that the organizers decided that grabbing an actual girl from the crowd would result in a more authentic reaction. And they’re right.
I twist and turn, begging for mercy and the visitors are amazed at the realism of what they’re seeing. Some have their doubts but, after being encouraged by the townsguards, continue whipping and tickling my poor bare feet.
People leave, others come in their place. After a couple of hours of this torture, the guards smear some mud on me and gag me with a filthy cloth. The humiliation continues.
After a few more hours, when my face is covered with tears and my feet feel like they’re on fire, the guards release me. I’m ecstatic until they lock a pair of fetters on my bare feet and don’t untie my hands or remove the gag.
They lead me through the crowd. I sometimes stumble and fall into the mud. After a few minutes, I am already covered in dirt and my dress is completely ruined. It doesn’t help that people throw mud at me and laugh.
Finally, we reach a house in the corner of the premises. The guards throw me in and the door closes behind us, leaving the crowd outside. I look inside to see a man lounging in a chair.
Suddenly, the guards’ attitude changes. They carefully pick me up, unlock my restraints, ungag and untie me.
“Wow, Cathy”, the man says. “They really treated you roughly, huh? Much worse than yesterday. Thanks for helping out though. How about you take tomorro…”
He looks at my face closer.
“Wait, you’re not Cathy. Wh…”
The door suddenly opens and a girl storms in, a redhead just like me and wearing… the same dress?!
“STEPHEN! ALEX! WHERE THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN? I’VE BEEN WALKING AROUND THIS BLOODY PLACE FOR HOURS WAITING FOR YOU TO GRAB ME AND YOU TOSSER…”
She notices me and stops talking. They all look at each other and, after a few seconds of awkward silence, start laughing.
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