Webby Vanderquack suddenly awoke to find herself alone in the dark with her bare feet locked tight in a pair of medieval, wooden stocks.
Her wrists had also been tied to the sides of her head with buckled leather straps as she was forced to sit upright against a board with hinges at it's base.
Needless to say, with the sudden change of atmosphere, and the fact the she now was wearing what felt like a much less than modest, two-piece swimsuit, Webby was understandably and beyond characteristically freaked out.
"Wait, WHAT?! What's--" she began to struggle and thrash about helplessly in her bonds by pulling desperately on her tightly restrained wrists, but it was useless.
Whoever captured her knew well enough how freakishly strong she was, and had made sure to also secure her by her elbows and neck so there was no way for her to gain enough leverage to break free without choking herself in the process. Yep, Webby was a sitting duck alright.
"WHAT IS THIS?! WHERE AM I?! WHAT THE HECK'S GOING ON?! And what am I wearing?" she casually asked nobody in particular.
"Is it a bikini? It's awfully small for me. Granny would totally flip if she saw me wearing something like--"
"MWA-HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Webby was interrupted by a loud, all too familiar cackle as the lights suddenly flashed on, instantly bathing the dark stuffy room in a sinister, orange glow.
And with the lights on, the trapped little duck could finally make out where she was and her general surroundings...they were kinda disappointing, not at all like the dream dungeon she had in mind.
The room she was in looked like it had been cheaply decorated just in time for Halloween. The poorly carved out jack-o'-lanterns, the hopefully for her sake, fake skeletons chained up against the walls, the almost lifelike, cardboard cutout of a witch staring silently down at her as she blinked-- wait, what?
Cardboard cutouts don't blink, or breathe for that matter, Webby thought. Oh dear.
"...THIIIIISSS?" the witch asked in a raspy, British accent. Webby however, was not at all scared, she just frowned.
"Magica! I should have known it was you!" she desperately tugged angrily at her wrists while waving her webbed feet about in the stocks. "REALLY! I SHOULD HAVE!"
"Yeeeepppp! In the flesh! But seriously, who else would it be now?" Magica asked.
"The skeletons strung sordidly up on the walls, the dreary yet deliciously ominous decor, the hint of danger yet fun-loving spookiness in the air, I'd say it's a completely dead give away."
Webby stopped struggling and frowned. She didn't want to give Magica the satisfaction of watching her squirm, so she just sat there in her bonds while trying to look as brave and dignified as possible.
"...By the way, like your new outfit?" Magica asked, pointing to the little pink bikini she had dressed Webby in as she slowly approached her.
"I picked it out specially for you. Perfectly suits a pretty in pink...pink girl like yourself," she said as she lightly stroked Webby under her chin with her finger.
"Believe me. I'm flattered..." Webby muttered crossly under her breath as she tried to turn away from her.
"Oooh. A little bit ticklish, are we?" Magica asked with a cold devilish smirk.
"What? Of course not!" Webby began to desperately struggle again."I just preferred the ideal moment you weren't creepily CLAWING AT MY FACE!" she screamed at her in indignant, unrestrained anger.
"Hmmm. Let's find out," Magica crouched down to face Webby's bound feet and slowly dragged to same ticklish finger up and down her defenseless left sole."
"Huh? H-HEY! Heh heh heh heh ha!" Webby laughed and wiggled about helplessly as Magica carefully dug her sharp digits deep into her flat foot.
"C-c-cut it out! Ah-hahahaHAH!" Webby tried her best to maneuver her sensitive sole away from Magica's quick fingers."STOP IT!" she yelled furiously.
"Sorry, does that tickle?" Magica grinned and then immediately went back to tickling her, making Webby laugh and struggle even harder.
"WAITWAITWAIT STOP-- AAAAHHH! Gah-hahAH-HA-HA! W-W-Wai-- WHA-ha HA HA HA! M-M-Magicaaaah-ha-ha-HA-HA-HAH! PLEASE DON'T-- NYAH-HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HAHAHAHEEEELLP!" she begged.
"What's the matter, FOOL?" Magica mocked her."Can't take a little tickling?! Really now? Defeated by such a simple concept?" she stopped for a bit to let Webby answer.
"GAH HA HA HA HA! OKAY! OKAY! OKAY! So...I might be just a little ticklish..." Webby admitted while trying to catch her breath.
"Hmph. That means you lied. I'd say you deserve a lot more tickling for that," Magica smirked and continued to tease her further.
"NOOO! PLEASE-- AAAAAAAAAHHH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHH! WHAHAHA-AHahahAHHHhaHAWHAHAA!" Webby cackled and kicked like crazy. There was no way in or out of the Shadow Realm she was enjoying this, especially not from Magica.
"PLEEEEAASEEE DON'T-- GAH HA AH HA HA! I CAN HA HA HA HAN'T STAHH AHAH AH HA HA AANNNDDDD iiiittttt! WHAA HA HA HA! GAAAH HA HA HA AhAHhaHA!"
"That's right. Scream and beg all you want," Magica said as she tickled her faster and with both hands now."All your pleas shall only fall upon deaf ears! Might as well get used to this, you're going to be here awhile..."
"MAAAAHHHGICAHAHAH! HA HA HA HA! PLEASE STAAAHAHHAHAAAP!" Webby cried as Magica tortured her poor webbed feet without mercy. "AH HA HA HA! I'M WAAAAAY TOO TICKLISH! AH HA HA HAAA!"
"Oooh. You really shouldn't have said that," Magica stopped tickling her and stood up."But since you DID say the magic word, and you DID say it, VERY NICELY...Okay, I'll stop."
"HA HA! Haaaaaaah...haaaaaaah... Wait, you will?" Webby blinked, already more than thankful for a break.
"Yeeessss..." the witch replied.
"Uhhhh...Thanks?" Webby raised a single suspicious eyebrow."Seriously, this is very out of character for you. I can't imagine you'd actually do something nice for me for a change."
"You're quite right," Magica agreed."This isn't like me at all. I'll tickle you twice as hard for now on."
Webby's heart stopped as the witch tightly grasped her right foot with her hands and began scratching it roughly with her nails.
"Wait, STAAAAAAAHHHPPPP-- AH HA HA HA HA HA HA! AHahHAhaHAHAHAAHAA!" the little duck laughed out loud as she was practically tortured and teased to tears.
For the time being, Magica had won, while poor Webby was left to endure her sadistic game of tickling until somebody came and rescued her. This was going to be a very, very long night.
"HEH HEH HEH HEH HA HA! GAH HA HA HA HA! NAHAHAHAHA! WHA HA HA HA HA!"