Lady Eleanor Cambridge swatted at the swarm of insects that seemed isolated around her head. Curse this infernal jungle.

Separated from her husband and his crew of explorers during a storm, the noblewoman had been wandering on her own all day. Her fine dress was wet, torn, and filthy from stumbling through the trees, and the reality that she might not find either her husband or one of his men to take care of her before nightfall was starting to sink in.

“Jonathan!” she screamed, cupping her hands around her mouth, grimacing as she saw that the previously pristine white silk gloves she was wearing had yet another tear in them. “Porters!” She lamented not learning the names of any of her husband’s team, but surely they would answer to whatever and come running to aid her if they could hear her. “Jonathan!!!”

She stumbled onwards, her heels sinking into the mud, making the trek even more arduous. She cursed not her poor choice in footwear, but her husband for bringing her to such a place. “He’ll be lucky if I don’t divorce him,” she muttered as she fanned herself, with a leaf of all things, like a peasant! She dragged her foot out of the muck and took another step, and then something tightened around her ankle, and she was yanked up off the ground into the air and left dangling by her foot. Eleanor screamed, fighting with the wet, dirty mass of petticoats that had fallen around her in her upside-down state. “Help! Jonathan! Anyone! Help me!”

“Pipe down,” a husky, female voice came from the jungles.

“You’re scaring away actual prey,” another female voice emanated from the jungle.

“Hello?” Eleanor asked, flailing her arms to try and spin around to look into the dark recesses of the jungle for the origin of the voices. “Come let me down this instant!”

“We’d best not keep the lady waiting.” Two women stepped out of the trees, standing below the struggling Eleanor.

She stopped floundering in space, staring at the two new arrivals. Eleanor had enough presence of mind, albeit just barely, to not utter the word “savages” as she assessed her potential rescuers. The one who had just spoken was wearing a leather loincloth and a strap that struggled to contain her ample bosom. Her dark hair was pulled back in a thick braid that fell the entire way down her back. The other was wearing a yellow fur that was fashioned to an even skimpier outfit, barely definable as underwear, and her dirty blonde hair was loose in a wild mane, framed by a headdress of bone. The fairer skinned blonde went to a tree, bending over and giving the noblewoman a view of her toned ass as she untied the rope suspending Eleanor, and slowly lowered her to her waiting companion.

Eleanor swiftly stepped away from the brunette after she’d been righted and adjusted her dress. “Thank you,” she said, keeping her eye on them while they slowly circled her. “I am Lady Eleanor Cambridge. I have been separated from my husband, Lord Jonathan Cambridge, and I am ordering you to help me find my husband.”

“Ordering us?” the blonde said, looking at her companion. “Are you hearing this, Brunyara?”

“Aye, Polyteka, I am,” the brunette said.

“These lands under the rule of King Theros, and as a wife of the Lord of White Plains, you are required by law to aid me.” Despite her bluster, Eleanor found herself taking a step back. The women were a lot bigger than she’d realized. From above, she’d thought they were big, but she attributed that to how much skin they were showing. Standing on level ground with them, she realized that even in her heels she was over a full head shorter than either of them.

Polyteka looked around. “I don’t see any king. Do you, sister?”

“No, Polyteka, I don’t,” Brunyara said, circling the noblewoman like a shark.

“Polyteka and Brunyara, was it?” Eleanor asked, fumbling over the strange names. “I have the ear of the king, and I will remember your treatment of me, good or ill.”

“I have the ears of a lion,” Polyteka said, pointing to the pelt she wore. “I’m betting he was tougher to kill than your king.”

Eleanor’s heart beat faster. “Jonathan!” She screamed again for her husband.

“The noisy men you came with are miles from here,” Brunyara said, stepping right up to the noblewoman, towering over her. “You’ll have to scream much louder than that.”

Eleanor’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, screaming. “JONATHAN!!!!”

Polyteka circled behind her, grabbing her from behind. “Not loud enough. You’ll really have to scream.” She dug her strong hands into Eleanor’s armpits, and the noblewoman’s terrified scream turned into a squeal of laughter.

“We’ll help you,” Brunyara offered, grabbing her bodice and easily ripped the front open.

Eleanor tried to fight, but she was no match for the two Amazonian women, especially not when she was doubled over laughing. The two of them took turns, one tickling newly exposed flesh while the other tore her elegant clothes to ribbons.

“She’s so soft, Brunyara,” Polyteka noted, digging her fingers into the noblewoman’s tummy. The noblewoman hadn’t had a hard day’s labor her entire life and it showed, especially next to the muscular women tickling her.

“And so very ticklish,” Brunyara added as she bound the laughing woman’s wrists above her head to the same rope that had snared her, leaving her defenseless against the tickle attack.

“Puh- hee hee- leeeasee!” Eleanor screamed between fits of laughter. “Staaahhhppp!” She tried to kick Polyteka away with her now bare feet, but the Amazon easily caught her foot and tore into her tender soles, sending the woman into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

“We’re trying to help you, ‘My Lady’,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

It was lost on Eleanor. She couldn’t breath she was laughing so hard, oblivious to the extra ropes the Amazons used to suspend her ankles, leaving her dangling and completely exposed to their merciless tickle torture. The trees she was tied to shook with her struggles, birds flying away in droves as her laughter echoed through the jungle.

“Just scream a little louder so the men you depend on will come rushing in to save you,” Brunyara said, finding a new especially ticklish spot under Eleanor’s boobs.

Eleanor shrieked, tears streaming down her face as she strained against the ropes, trying to fold in half to escape the relentless assault. It didn’t matter; their skilled fingers were constantly on the move, and to the helpless woman it felt like they were everywhere, her entire body a sensitive conduit for tickling. Her raucous bouts of unbridled laughter grew hoarse as her voice gave out, but still they didn’t stop, tickling and teasing their captive until long after the sun went down.

***

Lord Jonathan Cambridge and his men heard the shrieking laughter from their camp, but by morning when they finally were able to set out in search of his missing wife again, the calls had stopped. When they stumbled upon the clearing and found the tattered remains of her garments, he feared the worst.

“What could have happened to her?” Jonathan asked his guides.

“An animal?” one offered.

“It was no animal.” Gareth Wexford brushed aside the undergrowth, lifting up a rope tied to a tree. “If it were a beast, there’d be blood.” A grizzled veteran explorer, the others looked to him for his experience.

“What happened to my wife?” Jonathan asked.

“Amazons got her.”

A few of the other men scoffed. “There’s no such thing,” a young man said.

Gareth shook his head. “They’re real, and it’s good we found this. We’re in their territory, and if it were one of us they’d found, there’d be blood. They’ve no interest in anything with a penis,” he said, grabbing his crotch for emphasis. “I’ve seen enough, we’re heading back.”

Jonathan shook his head. “But my wife! We have to find her!”

“We ain’t gonna find her. And if we somehow did, we’d wish we didn’t. Look for her if you like, but I’m not keeping my crew here any longer. I don’t care how much you pay us.” He immediately started packing up, and one by one the rest of the expedition followed suit. Jonathan begged them not to, but soon he was alone in the clearing, holding his wife’s shoe. In the distance, he thought he heard laughter. In the opposite direction, he could hear the explorers making their way back out of the jungle. After a brief moment of hesitation, he turned and followed his guides.