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This story is based on a roleplay that I really enjoyed and wanted to make into a story. Writing a fantasy based story like this is slightly new to me so please be patient with my writing style and enjoy my newest story! 
Part I. The Confrontation, the Expectations, and the Acceptance
Elenya Wynwood was born into a world that was very corrupt.
The four corners of the world: east, west, north, and south were divided up into the four neighboring kingdoms. Each kingdom was further subdivided into larger estates where overlords reigned in peaceful times and bad. They each reported back to the emperor of their kingdom once a year at the annual Autumn Festivals, where the emperor was presented with vast amounts of
grain and celebrations and banquets ensued.
The emperor of the north was very respected yet feared. He was very careful in his selection of his kingdom’s overlords, because disloyalty was not uncommon in the political scheme of things.
The king’s most loyal and powerful overlord who ruled the largest territory in the northern kingdom was Lord Jarvus Winterblood. This ruthless warlord was respected and feared by his people, much like the king. He was very fair in his decision making but was ruthless when it came to disloyalty or going against the king’s authority in the slightest.
Jarvus Winterblood had definitely built up a reputation for himself and was feared both in and outside the northern borders.
His actions on the battlefield as well as in the dungeon with prisoners of war and disloyal party members were infamous.
It was not until a new, ambitious, and naïve young warlord came to rule a small area of the western kingdom. This young warlord, Badge Westin wanted to make a name for himself. The head of Jarvus Winterblood would be enough to help him gain a reputation as well. Being young, he had no patience for earning glory and a reputation through the battlefield.
Instead he hired a young elf assassin from the deepest woods of the eastern kingdom.
Her name was Elenya Wynwood. She had been trained since infancy it seemed to be the best mercenary in her land. Silent as death, and quick as a flash, she was easily able to bring down anyone that she was paid to do away with.
Badge Westin paid her handsomely and in return all she had to do was return with the head of Jarvus Winterblood in no more than three days.
As Elenya set off from Lord Westin’s estate she never would have realized this was the last time she’d be seeing any part of the world outside the northern kingdom’s border’s for a long time.
___________________________________________________
The intense summer heat was horribly still in the air. There was not even the slightest hint of a breeze in the air.
The servant’s at Lord Winterblood’s estate had opened all the windows to allow any hint of fresh and cool air to enter as the sun was setting and the castle was beginning to quiet down.
Guards were usually posted at every door. However, due to the large influx of country peasantry into the more urban villages and small cities, the guards had been sent to monitor those areas instead.
The annual summer solstice celebrations were to begin in a few days. Lord Winterblood was known to throw free banquets for the incoming peasants.
Therefore the numbers of them traveling to the more urban areas seemed to grow more each year.
The guards were more needed to keep a watchful eye and protect the townsfolk. Jarvus Winterblood could take care of himself.
Therefore after an extremely long day of festival planning and monitoring the last few event schedules with the local town representatives he was very tired.
He retreated to the privacy of his own suite of rooms in his large estate, away from the demands of visiting locals and party members.
His life, which up until this point had been very exciting and full, still seemed at some sort of standstill. It had been a long time since he had actually felt alive.
Sure the glories on the battlefield brought him honor. But it was his duty to his emperor. He found no pleasure in slashing down such young men, fighting desperately for their own attempts at glory and making a name for themselves.
The iciness that surrounded his heart hadn’t been touched in a long while and he felt a need for something new, fresh, and exciting.
Things would forever change this night for both Jarvus and Elenya as their destinies became intertwined.
________________________________________________________
Elenya was clad from head to toe in a black ensemble. Even her pretty face was covered. Her long raven hair was pulled back in a strict braid to keep it out of her face. She gripped her favorite knife between her teeth as a few trickles of sweat fell down her forehead. The climb up to Jarvus’ balcony from
the ground was very arduous.
Finally Elenya was able to see the balustrade where her hook and rope had latched onto. With a shaky hand she grabbed this rail and hoisted herself silently over the edge of the balcony.
This was going to be easy and swift for her.
The plan was to simply stalk in, slice his head off with her sword, bag it, and then hop back over the edge of the balcony.
Unfortunately things are not always as they appear.
Silently Elenya unsheathed her sword. She gripped it in her hand and silently entered the room, blending in perfectly with the shadows.
She made her way over to the bed. The fire within the fireplace had long since died out. All the candles were unlit as well. Elenya had the complete darkness to her advantage.
There was a large lump, or figure, beneath the covers right in the middle of the bed. This had to be the lord she was looking for.
Lifting her blade, it glinted slightly in the moonlight pouring in through the windows as she suddenly brought the razor sharp blade down onto the area where his neck would have been.
Instead of slicing through thick skin, muscle, and bone like she expected, a plethora of feathers exploded from beneath the dark sheets and rained down upon her.
Puzzled she stepped back and gripped her sword.
In this few precious seconds her ability to move was immediately taken from her.
Before the elfish assassin realized it she was in a crumpled heap on the floor, her blade lying useless next to her.
All energy was gone from her body. She couldn’t move at all no matter how she tried.
Elenya could only lay there like a ragdoll in complete confusion over what had just happened.
Suddenly all the candles and the fireplace burst into life with flames. The room was brightly lit and Lord Winterblood stood over her with his arms crossed.
The tall lord was dressed in very regal dark robes. While his face still retained its youth he was nearing the early years of middle age. His hair was long and silver and flowed elegantly down his back. His piercing green eyes looked down upon his captive as his pale face regarded her completely.
He stared down at his failed assassin, a smirk on his face as he looked over the completely black clad form just once.
“So, one of my enemies sent a mercenary to kill my pillows?” he taunted her.
He clicked his tongue in a tsking manner and shook his head.
“Whatever am I to do with such a foolish and useless mercenary?” he walked around Elenya’s form slowly taking her in from every angle.
“I shouldn’t even bother with interrogation. I should slice out your tongue, have you drawn and quartered, and then hung on the gallows as a display for anyone who dares go against their lord,” he threatened her quietly.
His eyebrows rose in surprise as he came back around and didn’t see a hint of fear in her eyes, hidden beneath the dark black mask. Instead there was anger and defiance.
“Do you honestly think others haven’t tried to kill me before? Very few know about my capabilities to sense such people in the darkness. I have even taken away all your energy and movement with a simple gaze. Hmpf,” he scoffed, “I might as well take a look at the face of my assassin before I send you to the dungeons.”
Kneeling down he reached behind Elenya’s head and untied the knot that had held her mask to her face.
The mask fell and her beautiful face was revealed to a very surprised overlord.
Her long black braid fell over her shoulder and rested against her neck. Her heart shaped face was pale without any hint of a blemish or wrinkle. Her dark brown eyes glared at him angrily as her dark brows were furrowed in anger.
Her small, upturned nose and pouty plump lips had him doing a double take almost. What truly fascinated him were her delicate pointed ears. She was…
“An elfin assassin. That is a new one. The one who hired you must be very desperate to seek out one such as you. Elves are so very hard to locate,” he teased her.
Suddenly he decided to give her back the ability to at least speak for herself, though she still lay immobile on the floor.
“I will give you one chance. Tell me who sent you and why, and I will set you free, no questions asked,” he calmly and coldly regarded her. His outward appearance seemed indifferent but inside he was delighted over his newest acquisition and hoped and prayed she’d be a defiant one.
From her fearsome gaze alone he knew she had to be feisty and sassy.
“Just send me to the dungeons,” she responded in a slightly husky tone. Her voice was melodious to his ears, very distinct with a hint of an accent as she
spoke his native tongue.
“Oh, to the dungeons you will go,” he smiled a sinister smirk and leaned down and picked her up. As Elenya was locked in his arms she didn’t realize the extent of how her fate would change from this night onward.
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“Do not be saddened over your failed attempt my little elf. Many a spy and assassin have tried to infiltrate my estate over the years and find glory in my death. All of them failed attempts,” he taunted Elenya as he carried her in his strong arms.
His long silver hair flowed regally down his back as the descended further and further from the warm upper floors of the castle down this spiral staircase towards the dungeons.
However, Elenya didn’t realize she was being taken to Jarvus’ special dungeon. It was not his usual dungeon for prisoners, but instead his own private dungeons where he was to be the torturer. Only he could open the large door and enter this place.
Elenya still couldn’t move at all. No amount of struggles was allowed as they approached the dungeons.
At last they appeared before the large door that creaked open with ease with a glance from Jarvus.
As they entered the candles and fireplace again burst to life and warmed the room with light immediately.
Her dark eyes passed over a few open cell doors and were surprised to see comfortable accommodations within each cell.
The dungeon was completely empty except for the two of them.
Suddenly she realized the extent of torture equipment he had within this open dungeon. However instead of looking menacing and painful, they looked more…playful.
Each was covered with soft layers of leather, the cuffs lined with fur. All of them looked as if they wouldn’t bring pain; just hold the participant within them completely still.
“Ah perfect,” Jarvus spoke to himself as he finally decided on what to put her in. Leather padded stocks would be her home for the next few hours.
Her booted feet were locked within the holes of the stocks. Her arms bound behind her back with soft, braided rope. As he bound her hands behind her back he suddenly untied the piece of string that had held her braid.
Elenya shivered as his calloused fingers gently raked through her hair, freeing the wavy, silky locks from the braid and the long hair flowed down around her shoulders and back.
“You are far more lovely with your hair down. It frames your pale face most beautifully. With your ears covered by your hair you could almost pass for human,” he complimented her, though still maintaining an icy exterior.
“Fuck you,” Elenya hissed at him as she realized her ability to move was back and she began to struggle and writhe in the stocks. She grunted as she tugged at her bound wrists and locked ankles. It was all futile, she was going nowhere.
Jarvus kneeled before the stocks and began to slowly unlace the black laces that helped keep her leather boots bound to her calves and feet.
“Now,” he spoke as he untied slowly, “obviously you have heard of me and my fearsome reputation. You probably expect me to burn your soles, cut off your toes, and so forth. Well I can tell you, you were not brought down to this dungeon to be tortured painfully.”
Elenya looked at him in confusion as he continued to unlace her boots, almost finishing.
“Then…what is going on?” she demanded. “Why waste my time and yours?”
“If you are, as…special as I hope you are, then you will be staying with me as my own personal little prisoner,” he smirked.
“Special?” she hissed in confusion.
Suddenly cool air was cascading on her pale feet and calves as the boots were slowly tugged off once they were loosened.
“Ah…so perfect so far,” Jarvus cooed as his warm breath was felt on her toes.
She wiggled them in response and then curled them nervously as her feet writhed in the stocks.
Jarvus ignored her struggles and instead was captivated by the sight of her feet.
This beautiful elf’s feet were long, smooth, and very sensitive looking. The tender flesh of her soles looked like they belonged to a noblewoman, let alone an elf, known to live in forests and run barefoot like a wild mythological creature.
Her long toes were pale and adorable, as they wiggled and curled nervously.
The balls of her feet were slightly wide and they curved down into her deep and wrinkly arch that finally ended at the smooth pink heels of her feet.
“Utter perfection,” he whispered to himself, feeling a small stirring in his chest, almost like a caged bird fluttering about.
He was surprised by this sudden sensation, because he couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.
“ONE last chance…tell me who sent you and why, and I will let you go free,” he looked at her from above the stocks.
Elenya defiantly turned her head away.
Jarvus smirked to himself and lightly just let his right knuckles trace the length of her right sole.
Elenya squealed immediately in surprise and Jarvus delighted in her response.
He used the very pads of his fingers and began to gently explore and lightly tickle the creamy flesh of her warm soles eagerly.
Elenya didn’t even try to hold back as she tossed her head back and laughed hysterically as her feet wiggled and twitched desperately, trying to evade his fingers to no avail.
“You respond quite nicely and are very sensitive indeed,” Jarvus commented to her as she glared at him, her cheeks blushing from how embarrassed she was from her very own reaction to his tickles.
Jarvus took out two small silken loops and slid them around her toes before extending her feet back and tying them to two hooks above the stocks.
Now he began to rake his fingernails up and down the immobile soles as only her baby toes could wiggle helplessly.
Elenya’s laughter echoed off the stone walls and Jarvus was especially delighted when she squealed and jerked in the stocks when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Jarvus found that her wrinkly arches and long toes were very sensitive to scratching while the tougher balls of her feet and heels were more sensitive to light pinching and harder tickles.
The sensation in his chest continued as he felt more alive than he had in a long time. There was nothing he enjoyed more than tickling a pair of helpless feet of a beautiful elfish woman.
Elenya was puzzled by all of this. She had always heard rumors of Jarvus’ painful torture techniques and so forth with prisoners.
But so far he hadn’t bothered to interrogate her at all, but seemed infatuated with tickling and torturing her sensitive feet.
Jarvus had his supply table nearby and picked up his favorite brush and began to lightly swirl it around the sensitive pad of her big toe that was bound and held still.
Elenya squealed adorably as he gently teased her sensitive toes with the dancing brush. His other hand tickled and explored her arch, up and down with no mercy.
Her laughter went up an octave as the brush began to gently probe between all of her toes and while she could wiggle the smaller toes, she was not able to curl them as effectively as before.
“My beautiful ticklish elf,” he smirked as he leaned down and blew over her soles teasingly.
They twitched in sensitivity as he stood up and set the brush aside.
“What kind of interrogation is this?!” she demanded, struggling to regain her breath. “Question me or kill me! Do not play games with me,” she writhed in frustration.
“The interrogation can begin whenever I want. Besides, even when I DO have the answers I seek, you will still remain here. You are far too lovely a specimen to ever set free, and far too ticklish for me to ever allow to leave,” he grinned darkly.
Before Elenya could respond he was again tickling her feet, raking his nails up and down her soles with no mercy. This was for his pure enjoyment at seeing her laugh and suffer as the tickling was obviously unbearable.
“You are my special prisoner, my plaything, my tickle pet if you will,” he explained over her squeals and laughter. “You will learn to love and crave my touch on your flawless flesh. If your feet are this beautiful, I can’t wait to explore and discover other parts of your body that are even more sensitive and susceptible,” he taunted.
Elenya’s heart raced as he finally let up on tickling her feet and they tingled like crazy.
“I will take care of you, make sure you are healthy, and you will thrive for years as my precious tickle pet. I have never touched such smooth and sensitive feet,” he looked over her feet again.
Elenya jumped in surprise as she suddenly felt him begin rubbing a warm lotion into her feet.
“This will soothe away all the tingles,” he said in a calmer tone. Any contact with her feet was welcomed by him. As his fingers gently kneaded and massaged her soles she tried to relax but giggled as he massaged into her arch.
“Accept your fate Elenya. You should never have stepped foot into my chamber tonight. However now I will always have your feet in my dungeon,”
he laughed to himself as he kept rubbing her feet.
The daunting fact that she was indeed helpless and a ticklish prisoner to this man began to dawn Elenya as the acceptance of her fate was begging to sink in.
[End of Part 1].
Part I. The Confrontation, the Expectations, and the Acceptance
Elenya Wynwood was born into a world that was very corrupt.
The four corners of the world: east, west, north, and south were divided up into the four neighboring kingdoms. Each kingdom was further subdivided into larger estates where overlords reigned in peaceful times and bad. They each reported back to the emperor of their kingdom once a year at the annual Autumn Festivals, where the emperor was presented with vast amounts of
grain and celebrations and banquets ensued.
The emperor of the north was very respected yet feared. He was very careful in his selection of his kingdom’s overlords, because disloyalty was not uncommon in the political scheme of things.
The king’s most loyal and powerful overlord who ruled the largest territory in the northern kingdom was Lord Jarvus Winterblood. This ruthless warlord was respected and feared by his people, much like the king. He was very fair in his decision making but was ruthless when it came to disloyalty or going against the king’s authority in the slightest.
Jarvus Winterblood had definitely built up a reputation for himself and was feared both in and outside the northern borders.
His actions on the battlefield as well as in the dungeon with prisoners of war and disloyal party members were infamous.
It was not until a new, ambitious, and naïve young warlord came to rule a small area of the western kingdom. This young warlord, Badge Westin wanted to make a name for himself. The head of Jarvus Winterblood would be enough to help him gain a reputation as well. Being young, he had no patience for earning glory and a reputation through the battlefield.
Instead he hired a young elf assassin from the deepest woods of the eastern kingdom.
Her name was Elenya Wynwood. She had been trained since infancy it seemed to be the best mercenary in her land. Silent as death, and quick as a flash, she was easily able to bring down anyone that she was paid to do away with.
Badge Westin paid her handsomely and in return all she had to do was return with the head of Jarvus Winterblood in no more than three days.
As Elenya set off from Lord Westin’s estate she never would have realized this was the last time she’d be seeing any part of the world outside the northern kingdom’s border’s for a long time.
___________________________________________________
The intense summer heat was horribly still in the air. There was not even the slightest hint of a breeze in the air.
The servant’s at Lord Winterblood’s estate had opened all the windows to allow any hint of fresh and cool air to enter as the sun was setting and the castle was beginning to quiet down.
Guards were usually posted at every door. However, due to the large influx of country peasantry into the more urban villages and small cities, the guards had been sent to monitor those areas instead.
The annual summer solstice celebrations were to begin in a few days. Lord Winterblood was known to throw free banquets for the incoming peasants.
Therefore the numbers of them traveling to the more urban areas seemed to grow more each year.
The guards were more needed to keep a watchful eye and protect the townsfolk. Jarvus Winterblood could take care of himself.
Therefore after an extremely long day of festival planning and monitoring the last few event schedules with the local town representatives he was very tired.
He retreated to the privacy of his own suite of rooms in his large estate, away from the demands of visiting locals and party members.
His life, which up until this point had been very exciting and full, still seemed at some sort of standstill. It had been a long time since he had actually felt alive.
Sure the glories on the battlefield brought him honor. But it was his duty to his emperor. He found no pleasure in slashing down such young men, fighting desperately for their own attempts at glory and making a name for themselves.
The iciness that surrounded his heart hadn’t been touched in a long while and he felt a need for something new, fresh, and exciting.
Things would forever change this night for both Jarvus and Elenya as their destinies became intertwined.
________________________________________________________
Elenya was clad from head to toe in a black ensemble. Even her pretty face was covered. Her long raven hair was pulled back in a strict braid to keep it out of her face. She gripped her favorite knife between her teeth as a few trickles of sweat fell down her forehead. The climb up to Jarvus’ balcony from
the ground was very arduous.
Finally Elenya was able to see the balustrade where her hook and rope had latched onto. With a shaky hand she grabbed this rail and hoisted herself silently over the edge of the balcony.
This was going to be easy and swift for her.
The plan was to simply stalk in, slice his head off with her sword, bag it, and then hop back over the edge of the balcony.
Unfortunately things are not always as they appear.
Silently Elenya unsheathed her sword. She gripped it in her hand and silently entered the room, blending in perfectly with the shadows.
She made her way over to the bed. The fire within the fireplace had long since died out. All the candles were unlit as well. Elenya had the complete darkness to her advantage.
There was a large lump, or figure, beneath the covers right in the middle of the bed. This had to be the lord she was looking for.
Lifting her blade, it glinted slightly in the moonlight pouring in through the windows as she suddenly brought the razor sharp blade down onto the area where his neck would have been.
Instead of slicing through thick skin, muscle, and bone like she expected, a plethora of feathers exploded from beneath the dark sheets and rained down upon her.
Puzzled she stepped back and gripped her sword.
In this few precious seconds her ability to move was immediately taken from her.
Before the elfish assassin realized it she was in a crumpled heap on the floor, her blade lying useless next to her.
All energy was gone from her body. She couldn’t move at all no matter how she tried.
Elenya could only lay there like a ragdoll in complete confusion over what had just happened.
Suddenly all the candles and the fireplace burst into life with flames. The room was brightly lit and Lord Winterblood stood over her with his arms crossed.
The tall lord was dressed in very regal dark robes. While his face still retained its youth he was nearing the early years of middle age. His hair was long and silver and flowed elegantly down his back. His piercing green eyes looked down upon his captive as his pale face regarded her completely.
He stared down at his failed assassin, a smirk on his face as he looked over the completely black clad form just once.
“So, one of my enemies sent a mercenary to kill my pillows?” he taunted her.
He clicked his tongue in a tsking manner and shook his head.
“Whatever am I to do with such a foolish and useless mercenary?” he walked around Elenya’s form slowly taking her in from every angle.
“I shouldn’t even bother with interrogation. I should slice out your tongue, have you drawn and quartered, and then hung on the gallows as a display for anyone who dares go against their lord,” he threatened her quietly.
His eyebrows rose in surprise as he came back around and didn’t see a hint of fear in her eyes, hidden beneath the dark black mask. Instead there was anger and defiance.
“Do you honestly think others haven’t tried to kill me before? Very few know about my capabilities to sense such people in the darkness. I have even taken away all your energy and movement with a simple gaze. Hmpf,” he scoffed, “I might as well take a look at the face of my assassin before I send you to the dungeons.”
Kneeling down he reached behind Elenya’s head and untied the knot that had held her mask to her face.
The mask fell and her beautiful face was revealed to a very surprised overlord.
Her long black braid fell over her shoulder and rested against her neck. Her heart shaped face was pale without any hint of a blemish or wrinkle. Her dark brown eyes glared at him angrily as her dark brows were furrowed in anger.
Her small, upturned nose and pouty plump lips had him doing a double take almost. What truly fascinated him were her delicate pointed ears. She was…
“An elfin assassin. That is a new one. The one who hired you must be very desperate to seek out one such as you. Elves are so very hard to locate,” he teased her.
Suddenly he decided to give her back the ability to at least speak for herself, though she still lay immobile on the floor.
“I will give you one chance. Tell me who sent you and why, and I will set you free, no questions asked,” he calmly and coldly regarded her. His outward appearance seemed indifferent but inside he was delighted over his newest acquisition and hoped and prayed she’d be a defiant one.
From her fearsome gaze alone he knew she had to be feisty and sassy.
“Just send me to the dungeons,” she responded in a slightly husky tone. Her voice was melodious to his ears, very distinct with a hint of an accent as she
spoke his native tongue.
“Oh, to the dungeons you will go,” he smiled a sinister smirk and leaned down and picked her up. As Elenya was locked in his arms she didn’t realize the extent of how her fate would change from this night onward.
_________________________________________________________
“Do not be saddened over your failed attempt my little elf. Many a spy and assassin have tried to infiltrate my estate over the years and find glory in my death. All of them failed attempts,” he taunted Elenya as he carried her in his strong arms.
His long silver hair flowed regally down his back as the descended further and further from the warm upper floors of the castle down this spiral staircase towards the dungeons.
However, Elenya didn’t realize she was being taken to Jarvus’ special dungeon. It was not his usual dungeon for prisoners, but instead his own private dungeons where he was to be the torturer. Only he could open the large door and enter this place.
Elenya still couldn’t move at all. No amount of struggles was allowed as they approached the dungeons.
At last they appeared before the large door that creaked open with ease with a glance from Jarvus.
As they entered the candles and fireplace again burst to life and warmed the room with light immediately.
Her dark eyes passed over a few open cell doors and were surprised to see comfortable accommodations within each cell.
The dungeon was completely empty except for the two of them.
Suddenly she realized the extent of torture equipment he had within this open dungeon. However instead of looking menacing and painful, they looked more…playful.
Each was covered with soft layers of leather, the cuffs lined with fur. All of them looked as if they wouldn’t bring pain; just hold the participant within them completely still.
“Ah perfect,” Jarvus spoke to himself as he finally decided on what to put her in. Leather padded stocks would be her home for the next few hours.
Her booted feet were locked within the holes of the stocks. Her arms bound behind her back with soft, braided rope. As he bound her hands behind her back he suddenly untied the piece of string that had held her braid.
Elenya shivered as his calloused fingers gently raked through her hair, freeing the wavy, silky locks from the braid and the long hair flowed down around her shoulders and back.
“You are far more lovely with your hair down. It frames your pale face most beautifully. With your ears covered by your hair you could almost pass for human,” he complimented her, though still maintaining an icy exterior.
“Fuck you,” Elenya hissed at him as she realized her ability to move was back and she began to struggle and writhe in the stocks. She grunted as she tugged at her bound wrists and locked ankles. It was all futile, she was going nowhere.
Jarvus kneeled before the stocks and began to slowly unlace the black laces that helped keep her leather boots bound to her calves and feet.
“Now,” he spoke as he untied slowly, “obviously you have heard of me and my fearsome reputation. You probably expect me to burn your soles, cut off your toes, and so forth. Well I can tell you, you were not brought down to this dungeon to be tortured painfully.”
Elenya looked at him in confusion as he continued to unlace her boots, almost finishing.
“Then…what is going on?” she demanded. “Why waste my time and yours?”
“If you are, as…special as I hope you are, then you will be staying with me as my own personal little prisoner,” he smirked.
“Special?” she hissed in confusion.
Suddenly cool air was cascading on her pale feet and calves as the boots were slowly tugged off once they were loosened.
“Ah…so perfect so far,” Jarvus cooed as his warm breath was felt on her toes.
She wiggled them in response and then curled them nervously as her feet writhed in the stocks.
Jarvus ignored her struggles and instead was captivated by the sight of her feet.
This beautiful elf’s feet were long, smooth, and very sensitive looking. The tender flesh of her soles looked like they belonged to a noblewoman, let alone an elf, known to live in forests and run barefoot like a wild mythological creature.
Her long toes were pale and adorable, as they wiggled and curled nervously.
The balls of her feet were slightly wide and they curved down into her deep and wrinkly arch that finally ended at the smooth pink heels of her feet.
“Utter perfection,” he whispered to himself, feeling a small stirring in his chest, almost like a caged bird fluttering about.
He was surprised by this sudden sensation, because he couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.
“ONE last chance…tell me who sent you and why, and I will let you go free,” he looked at her from above the stocks.
Elenya defiantly turned her head away.
Jarvus smirked to himself and lightly just let his right knuckles trace the length of her right sole.
Elenya squealed immediately in surprise and Jarvus delighted in her response.
He used the very pads of his fingers and began to gently explore and lightly tickle the creamy flesh of her warm soles eagerly.
Elenya didn’t even try to hold back as she tossed her head back and laughed hysterically as her feet wiggled and twitched desperately, trying to evade his fingers to no avail.
“You respond quite nicely and are very sensitive indeed,” Jarvus commented to her as she glared at him, her cheeks blushing from how embarrassed she was from her very own reaction to his tickles.
Jarvus took out two small silken loops and slid them around her toes before extending her feet back and tying them to two hooks above the stocks.
Now he began to rake his fingernails up and down the immobile soles as only her baby toes could wiggle helplessly.
Elenya’s laughter echoed off the stone walls and Jarvus was especially delighted when she squealed and jerked in the stocks when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Jarvus found that her wrinkly arches and long toes were very sensitive to scratching while the tougher balls of her feet and heels were more sensitive to light pinching and harder tickles.
The sensation in his chest continued as he felt more alive than he had in a long time. There was nothing he enjoyed more than tickling a pair of helpless feet of a beautiful elfish woman.
Elenya was puzzled by all of this. She had always heard rumors of Jarvus’ painful torture techniques and so forth with prisoners.
But so far he hadn’t bothered to interrogate her at all, but seemed infatuated with tickling and torturing her sensitive feet.
Jarvus had his supply table nearby and picked up his favorite brush and began to lightly swirl it around the sensitive pad of her big toe that was bound and held still.
Elenya squealed adorably as he gently teased her sensitive toes with the dancing brush. His other hand tickled and explored her arch, up and down with no mercy.
Her laughter went up an octave as the brush began to gently probe between all of her toes and while she could wiggle the smaller toes, she was not able to curl them as effectively as before.
“My beautiful ticklish elf,” he smirked as he leaned down and blew over her soles teasingly.
They twitched in sensitivity as he stood up and set the brush aside.
“What kind of interrogation is this?!” she demanded, struggling to regain her breath. “Question me or kill me! Do not play games with me,” she writhed in frustration.
“The interrogation can begin whenever I want. Besides, even when I DO have the answers I seek, you will still remain here. You are far too lovely a specimen to ever set free, and far too ticklish for me to ever allow to leave,” he grinned darkly.
Before Elenya could respond he was again tickling her feet, raking his nails up and down her soles with no mercy. This was for his pure enjoyment at seeing her laugh and suffer as the tickling was obviously unbearable.
“You are my special prisoner, my plaything, my tickle pet if you will,” he explained over her squeals and laughter. “You will learn to love and crave my touch on your flawless flesh. If your feet are this beautiful, I can’t wait to explore and discover other parts of your body that are even more sensitive and susceptible,” he taunted.
Elenya’s heart raced as he finally let up on tickling her feet and they tingled like crazy.
“I will take care of you, make sure you are healthy, and you will thrive for years as my precious tickle pet. I have never touched such smooth and sensitive feet,” he looked over her feet again.
Elenya jumped in surprise as she suddenly felt him begin rubbing a warm lotion into her feet.
“This will soothe away all the tingles,” he said in a calmer tone. Any contact with her feet was welcomed by him. As his fingers gently kneaded and massaged her soles she tried to relax but giggled as he massaged into her arch.
“Accept your fate Elenya. You should never have stepped foot into my chamber tonight. However now I will always have your feet in my dungeon,”
he laughed to himself as he kept rubbing her feet.
The daunting fact that she was indeed helpless and a ticklish prisoner to this man began to dawn Elenya as the acceptance of her fate was begging to sink in.
[End of Part 1].
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(though I've heard it's a kickass show!) 
