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Description
The harthen crept along the narrow passage. Stone closed in on them
from every side with the exception of forwards and backwards. They
were unfamiliar with the ancient race that had constructed the
ancient chamber, but where there were ancient ruins, particularly
undergound ruins, there was likely to be treasure of some kind.
Willie's inventions had always sold well enough to keep himself
afloat, but now that his crew had expanded, extra effort had to be
made to make sure everyone was fed. And that meant exploring
ancient ruins despite his reluctance.

"How much longer do you think this goes?" Neshae asked. The group
had been creeping along with little more than the light in Willie's
hat to go by.

"Not really any way to tell," their captain answered. "But as long
as we've been walking there's sure to be something nearby."

"Not likely, considering how much these people apparently LOVED to
walk endlessly," Nathyn commented grouchily.

"Perhaps one of us should scout ahead," Jomeiah suggested, her ears
straining to detect the sound of a nearby threat. "One moves much
more quickly than five."

"Sounds good," Nillie volunteered. "Willie, hand me a flashlight."

"Are you sure?" Willie took off his hat and reached within, fishing
for a torch. "It could be dangerous. We don't know what we're
going to find in here." He found one and offered it to his mate.

"Don't worry about me, I'm the most bad ass member of this crew."
Nillie accepted the light and squeezed past him, ignoring the
indignified mutterings of Neshae behind her.

The harthen girl made her way ahead of the group for only a few
minutes before she discovered a large chamber, which seemed quite
less suffocating than the tunnel. However, part of her wished she
had stayed behind.

The floor was littered with bones, human bones from the look of
them. Holes lined the walls inbetween what looked like chairs
carved into the very rock. They didn't look like comfortable chairs
by any standards. Nillie wondered what they were for when her eyes
found what was once an exit, but was now caved in. She sighed and
began to turn around to tell the others.

The wind was suddenly knocked from her as she was pushed from the
side. Nillie fell to the floor with a cry of surprise as hands
suddenly attacked her from all sides. Creatures grabbed at her
limbs, varying in size from a fourth of her size to no longer than
her little finger. She could only describe them as little gremlins
coming out of the holes in the walls.

She struggled to free herself, but was in moments held up into one
of the stone chairs. Spring loaded clamps were suddenly triggered
at her wrists and along her legs, pinning her to the wall with her
arms above her head.

She only had a moment to notice the ornate carvings on the other
chairs, depictions of people trapped in the chairs being sacrificed
to what looked like a lion with wings and a scorpion tail. Her
heart pounded and she struggled to find a way to free herself.

She jumped in surprise and her stomach sucked in as she suddenly
felt a small finger glide across her belly. She looked down and
saw several of the gremlins clinging to the chair, positioned
around her waist and down by her feet. The ones at her feet began
working at removing her boots while the others played with the
strip of exposed flesh at her belly.

Why were these creatures here? Had they found this chamber and
decided to use it to torment unwary travelers? Perhaps the
manticore was no longer here and so she would simply be tickled
until they grew bored of her. Her giggles picked up as one of the
smaller gremlins put a hand into her navel.

Nillie lost track of time, her focus entirely on futily trying to
escape the fingers. Before she realized how much time had gone by,
she could hear voices from the tunnel. The others were arriving.
Her torture would end in moments. And not a moment too soon, for
the gremlins in charge of removing her boots had finally succeeded
and were now beginning to run their fingers along her soles and
poke at her toes.

"Nillie?" Willie called as he followed the sound of her laughter.
He, along with everyone else was ambushed by Nillie's captors.
Overwhelmed by the gremlins, they each found themselves clamped
into their own chair, at the mercy of michievous creatures.

Willie was placed next to her, his jacket and shirt both were
unbuttoned to reveal all of his belly. The harthen cringed in
anticipation just before the attack began. The gremlins pulled
out from their holes several feathers, which they began to use on
him.

Neshae, Nathyn, and Jomeiah were placed across from them. The
males' shirts were lifted over their heads to reveal their torsos.
THis wasn't neccessary for Jomeiah, for her exotic outfit exposed
everything to them aside from her feet, which they immediately
went to work on fixing. THe gremlins decided to use this technique
on Nillie as well. Her shirt was lifted over her head. Nillie
blushed as her entire upper body was suddenly bared for everyone
to see. Though her focus was once again set on simply trying to
escape as the gremlins began their attacks once again.

It wasn't long before the creatures attempting to tickle Nathyn
realized he wasn't ticklish. And Jomeiah's attackers realized she
was enjoying the experience. Most of these moved over to Neshae,
nocicing he seemed to be the most ticklish of all of them. One
stayed with the vampiress, set on finding some way to make the
sensations too much for her.

Nillie continuously shouted threats at the gremlins. These prefered
to use their fingers more than anything else. Some of them
scribbled their fingers in some places while others used long
strokes that made her body try to shift from side to side. The one
at her belly button alternated between poking at the core,
scribbling his fingers around the sides, and using one finger to
circle the edge. Some had moved up to her armpits and chest, being
sure to take advantage of all exposed sensetive areas.

Willie pleaded for mercy next to her, overcome by a dozen or so
feathers gliding along his belly and dipping into his navel. His
robotic leg pulsed at his side, trying to break through the rock
that held it in place and therefore gain some freedom. The
creatures gave up on removing his shoes when they were greeted with
an electric shock.

Neshae had the majority of the gremlins attacking him. They crowded
around the poor vampire, making sure to torture wherever there was
room left to do so. Fingers stroked and dug into his belly.
Feathers traveled up and down his sides and traced his ribs. His
feet and armpits were almost completely immobile with gremlins
tormenting each nerve ending. A finger wiggled mercelessly in his
helpless belly button.

"Nathyn," Jomeiah said, breathing heavily through giggles as a
gremlin tongue worked at her own navel. "Since you're the only one
not being tickled half to death, maybe you should work on a plan
of escape." Her giggles increased as the gremlin ran his fingers
in circles around her belly.

"Naw, really?" Nathyn struggled again at his bonds. A couple of
gremlins attampted to torture him again, but all failed. He simply
was not ticklish. But that was okay with them, for Neshae was
ticklish enough for the both of them.

A fresh burst of laughter came from Neshae as the gremlins
discovered how ticklish his back was. "Hurry," Jomeiah urged.
Tormenting Neshae was HER job.

Something suddenly didn't seem right to Nathyn. The harthen
strained to hear above the howling laughter of his friends. Was
something moving on the other side of the wall behind him?

There was a thump. Then another. It was directly behind Nathyn,
he was sure. Another thump and the stone around his chair began
to crack.

A few of the closest gremlins started in surprise and then fled in
terror, retreating back into the holes they had come out of.
Another thump and Nathyn was suddenly falling face first to the
ground. He cried out as the chair made contact with the floor.
The shape of the chair saved the harthen from being crushed on
impact. The bonds broke from the jolt and his was free to face
whatever new threat they now faced.

The other gremlins followed their commerades and the howls of
laughter turned into shouts of alarm. The creature depicted on
the sacrificial chairs had entered the room. And not having had
a sactifice in some time, it was hungry.

The manticore stalked into the room, not noticing Nathyn hidden
under the broken stone. Its tail swished threateningly, not yet
hard enough to fling poisonous barbs at the trapped harthen. It
walked straight to the other side of the room where Willie was
captive. Terror gripped the harthen as he realized it had chosen
to eat him first.

Nathyn hurried to Jomeiah and worked at her bonds. The manticore
was now sniffing his chosen victim. Willie's eyes closed tight,
not wanting to witness the horror he was in for. Would it kill
him first, or simply disembowel him while his torso was completely
open for attack?

Nathyn freed one of Jomeiah's hands. She freed the other and they
both worked at her legs. In a moment she was free to retrieve the
scythe that had fallen to the floor while Nathyn moved to free
Neshae.

The manticore swung his head angrily at Jomeiah for disturbing him.
She had a mere instant to dive out of the way as barbs were flung
from the scorpion tail. The vampiress rolled into a crouch, poised
for her next move. Neshae, having been freed, dropped into a crouch
next to her, Fire Blade blazing in the darkness.

The manticore turned to face his opponents with a low growl. His
tail swung back and forth angrily, threatening to send more barbs
flying. Nathyn approached Nillie.

Neshae and Jomeiah dodged left and right as the manticore launched
barbs at them, each trying to gain an opportunity to strike back.
Nathyn, meanwhile, reached up to pull Nillie's shirt back over her
chest.

"No time for that, Nathyn!" she told him. "Just free my hand and
hand me one of my guns!"

Nathyn wasted no time in doing as she requested. Once the custom
made pistol was in the harthen girl's freed hand, she aimed it at
the beast attempting to devour her friends. Her finger pulled the
trigger and a missle shot out, making contact with flesh and
resulting in an explosion enough to knock back the two vampires.

The manticore was flung into a wall, narrowly missing the still
trapped Willie, who could do little more than flinch. It writhed
for a moment, a gaping hole in its side pouring blood, before
finally ceasing to move for good.

Nillie breathed heavily, her outstretched arm still aiming for the
motionless manticore. Bare breasted and still mostly strapped to
the wall, she dropped the weapon into her removed boot on the
ground. "I told you I was the most bad ass one here."

Description
The harthen crept along the narrow passage. Stone closed in on them
from every side with the exception of forwards and backwards. They
were unfamiliar with the ancient race that had constructed the
ancient chamber, but where there were ancient ruins, particularly
undergound ruins, there was likely to be treasure of some kind.
Willie's inventions had always sold well enough to keep himself
afloat, but now that his crew had expanded, extra effort had to be
made to make sure everyone was fed. And that meant exploring
ancient ruins despite his reluctance.

"How much longer do you think this goes?" Neshae asked. The group
had been creeping along with little more than the light in Willie's
hat to go by.

"Not really any way to tell," their captain answered. "But as long
as we've been walking there's sure to be something nearby."

"Not likely, considering how much these people apparently LOVED to
walk endlessly," Nathyn commented grouchily.

"Perhaps one of us should scout ahead," Jomeiah suggested, her ears
straining to detect the sound of a nearby threat. "One moves much
more quickly than five."

"Sounds good," Nillie volunteered. "Willie, hand me a flashlight."

"Are you sure?" Willie took off his hat and reached within, fishing
for a torch. "It could be dangerous. We don't know what we're
going to find in here." He found one and offered it to his mate.

"Don't worry about me, I'm the most bad ass member of this crew."
Nillie accepted the light and squeezed past him, ignoring the
indignified mutterings of Neshae behind her.

The harthen girl made her way ahead of the group for only a few
minutes before she discovered a large chamber, which seemed quite
less suffocating than the tunnel. However, part of her wished she
had stayed behind.

The floor was littered with bones, human bones from the look of
them. Holes lined the walls inbetween what looked like chairs
carved into the very rock. They didn't look like comfortable chairs
by any standards. Nillie wondered what they were for when her eyes
found what was once an exit, but was now caved in. She sighed and
began to turn around to tell the others.

The wind was suddenly knocked from her as she was pushed from the
side. Nillie fell to the floor with a cry of surprise as hands
suddenly attacked her from all sides. Creatures grabbed at her
limbs, varying in size from a fourth of her size to no longer than
her little finger. She could only describe them as little gremlins
coming out of the holes in the walls.

She struggled to free herself, but was in moments held up into one
of the stone chairs. Spring loaded clamps were suddenly triggered
at her wrists and along her legs, pinning her to the wall with her
arms above her head.

She only had a moment to notice the ornate carvings on the other
chairs, depictions of people trapped in the chairs being sacrificed
to what looked like a lion with wings and a scorpion tail. Her
heart pounded and she struggled to find a way to free herself.

She jumped in surprise and her stomach sucked in as she suddenly
felt a small finger glide across her belly. She looked down and
saw several of the gremlins clinging to the chair, positioned
around her waist and down by her feet. The ones at her feet began
working at removing her boots while the others played with the
strip of exposed flesh at her belly.

Why were these creatures here? Had they found this chamber and
decided to use it to torment unwary travelers? Perhaps the
manticore was no longer here and so she would simply be tickled
until they grew bored of her. Her giggles picked up as one of the
smaller gremlins put a hand into her navel.

Nillie lost track of time, her focus entirely on futily trying to
escape the fingers. Before she realized how much time had gone by,
she could hear voices from the tunnel. The others were arriving.
Her torture would end in moments. And not a moment too soon, for
the gremlins in charge of removing her boots had finally succeeded
and were now beginning to run their fingers along her soles and
poke at her toes.

"Nillie?" Willie called as he followed the sound of her laughter.
He, along with everyone else was ambushed by Nillie's captors.
Overwhelmed by the gremlins, they each found themselves clamped
into their own chair, at the mercy of michievous creatures.

Willie was placed next to her, his jacket and shirt both were
unbuttoned to reveal all of his belly. The harthen cringed in
anticipation just before the attack began. The gremlins pulled
out from their holes several feathers, which they began to use on
him.

Neshae, Nathyn, and Jomeiah were placed across from them. The
males' shirts were lifted over their heads to reveal their torsos.
THis wasn't neccessary for Jomeiah, for her exotic outfit exposed
everything to them aside from her feet, which they immediately
went to work on fixing. THe gremlins decided to use this technique
on Nillie as well. Her shirt was lifted over her head. Nillie
blushed as her entire upper body was suddenly bared for everyone
to see. Though her focus was once again set on simply trying to
escape as the gremlins began their attacks once again.

It wasn't long before the creatures attempting to tickle Nathyn
realized he wasn't ticklish. And Jomeiah's attackers realized she
was enjoying the experience. Most of these moved over to Neshae,
nocicing he seemed to be the most ticklish of all of them. One
stayed with the vampiress, set on finding some way to make the
sensations too much for her.

Nillie continuously shouted threats at the gremlins. These prefered
to use their fingers more than anything else. Some of them
scribbled their fingers in some places while others used long
strokes that made her body try to shift from side to side. The one
at her belly button alternated between poking at the core,
scribbling his fingers around the sides, and using one finger to
circle the edge. Some had moved up to her armpits and chest, being
sure to take advantage of all exposed sensetive areas.

Willie pleaded for mercy next to her, overcome by a dozen or so
feathers gliding along his belly and dipping into his navel. His
robotic leg pulsed at his side, trying to break through the rock
that held it in place and therefore gain some freedom. The
creatures gave up on removing his shoes when they were greeted with
an electric shock.

Neshae had the majority of the gremlins attacking him. They crowded
around the poor vampire, making sure to torture wherever there was
room left to do so. Fingers stroked and dug into his belly.
Feathers traveled up and down his sides and traced his ribs. His
feet and armpits were almost completely immobile with gremlins
tormenting each nerve ending. A finger wiggled mercelessly in his
helpless belly button.

"Nathyn," Jomeiah said, breathing heavily through giggles as a
gremlin tongue worked at her own navel. "Since you're the only one
not being tickled half to death, maybe you should work on a plan
of escape." Her giggles increased as the gremlin ran his fingers
in circles around her belly.

"Naw, really?" Nathyn struggled again at his bonds. A couple of
gremlins attampted to torture him again, but all failed. He simply
was not ticklish. But that was okay with them, for Neshae was
ticklish enough for the both of them.

A fresh burst of laughter came from Neshae as the gremlins
discovered how ticklish his back was. "Hurry," Jomeiah urged.
Tormenting Neshae was HER job.

Something suddenly didn't seem right to Nathyn. The harthen
strained to hear above the howling laughter of his friends. Was
something moving on the other side of the wall behind him?

There was a thump. Then another. It was directly behind Nathyn,
he was sure. Another thump and the stone around his chair began
to crack.

A few of the closest gremlins started in surprise and then fled in
terror, retreating back into the holes they had come out of.
Another thump and Nathyn was suddenly falling face first to the
ground. He cried out as the chair made contact with the floor.
The shape of the chair saved the harthen from being crushed on
impact. The bonds broke from the jolt and his was free to face
whatever new threat they now faced.

The other gremlins followed their commerades and the howls of
laughter turned into shouts of alarm. The creature depicted on
the sacrificial chairs had entered the room. And not having had
a sactifice in some time, it was hungry.

The manticore stalked into the room, not noticing Nathyn hidden
under the broken stone. Its tail swished threateningly, not yet
hard enough to fling poisonous barbs at the trapped harthen. It
walked straight to the other side of the room where Willie was
captive. Terror gripped the harthen as he realized it had chosen
to eat him first.

Nathyn hurried to Jomeiah and worked at her bonds. The manticore
was now sniffing his chosen victim. Willie's eyes closed tight,
not wanting to witness the horror he was in for. Would it kill
him first, or simply disembowel him while his torso was completely
open for attack?

Nathyn freed one of Jomeiah's hands. She freed the other and they
both worked at her legs. In a moment she was free to retrieve the
scythe that had fallen to the floor while Nathyn moved to free
Neshae.

The manticore swung his head angrily at Jomeiah for disturbing him.
She had a mere instant to dive out of the way as barbs were flung
from the scorpion tail. The vampiress rolled into a crouch, poised
for her next move. Neshae, having been freed, dropped into a crouch
next to her, Fire Blade blazing in the darkness.

The manticore turned to face his opponents with a low growl. His
tail swung back and forth angrily, threatening to send more barbs
flying. Nathyn approached Nillie.

Neshae and Jomeiah dodged left and right as the manticore launched
barbs at them, each trying to gain an opportunity to strike back.
Nathyn, meanwhile, reached up to pull Nillie's shirt back over her
chest.

"No time for that, Nathyn!" she told him. "Just free my hand and
hand me one of my guns!"

Nathyn wasted no time in doing as she requested. Once the custom
made pistol was in the harthen girl's freed hand, she aimed it at
the beast attempting to devour her friends. Her finger pulled the
trigger and a missle shot out, making contact with flesh and
resulting in an explosion enough to knock back the two vampires.

The manticore was flung into a wall, narrowly missing the still
trapped Willie, who could do little more than flinch. It writhed
for a moment, a gaping hole in its side pouring blood, before
finally ceasing to move for good.

Nillie breathed heavily, her outstretched arm still aiming for the
motionless manticore. Bare breasted and still mostly strapped to
the wall, she dropped the weapon into her removed boot on the
ground. "I told you I was the most bad ass one here."