Part 1: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?327958-Ticklequest-Part-1-Elves-(F-F)
This story contains nonconsenual elements.
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The humans have struck their first successful blow against the races that have mistreated them. A number of elven nobles were captured and taken to the Hall of Glories at the human capital. Tied in several different bondage positions these elves are tickled mercilessly by humans, the magic of the Mortal Goddess, or even the goddess herself. Their laughter will be as praises to the human goddess, a testament of her power and the tickle curse she placed on them. So they shall stay for years upon years.
This knowledge of the human’s turnabout traveled slowly. While the elves did halt their offenses out of fear the others races did not. Most of them that did hear of it dismissed the tale as either an exaggerated story of a couple captured elves or mere luck that the humans would not experience again. And so the orcs, fairies, beastfolk, and demons went about their lives and traditions of harassing the humans. But once more the tormented shall become the tormentor.
The goddess whispered another plan to her followers, this time it would be the orcs that the humans will face. This race was known for being strong warriors, living in and on top of the many mountains of the world. Muscle-bound male and female orcs often journeyed down from their mountain homes to attack human villages, carrying off prisoners to act as pleasure slaves. Few humans managed to escape to tell the tales of these aggressive and lustful green-skins, but those stories were enough to rile up the now battle ready men and women.
Another village was marked to be the next to face the old enemies of the humans. However, instead of a trap the goddess ordered a stealthy offensive by her followers into the ground level caves found in the nearby mountain range. The human soldiers, full of hope and pride, eagerly set the plan into motion. Over the cover of night a collection of men and women journeyed through the surrounding forest to where the caves were located. They then split into pairs and silently began their attack.
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Bakh the orc was preparing for a short night’s rest in a small forward attack cave used by his kin. It wasn’t common for orcs to invade human villages outside of the normal season, but the promise of more slaves to act as an orc’s pleasure tool makes such an invasion not rare. Even though orc pillager numbers would be smaller it was not like their prey would put up much of a fight. The strength of an orc easily outclassed any human that may face them.
As Bakh lied down on the crude furcoverd rock he called a bed he thought of what would be coming at dawn tomorrow. He looked forward to feeling his new slave struggle fruitlessly against his muscles before he brought them back to this cave for an introductory education session. The orc had already prepared by hammering iron restraints into the floor of the cave and lying down soft fur. Here he would show his new pleasure slave what their new life would be like as his servant. Any resistance would be driven away by the power of his cock, and any submissiveness would be rewarded by, again, his cock.
The orc idly daydreamed as sleep began to draw near. As he did so he lazily chewed his upper lip with the small tusks in his mouth. Maybe he would capture a human woman with long blonde hair? The thoughts of fucking her over the bed at his home up in the mountain, a hand roughly grabbing her hair like the reigns of a steed, made his smile grow wide. Maybe a human man? The idea of breaking a man, who thought he was tough, by face fucking him also sounded enjoyable. Best of all would be either one of them crying out Bakh’s name for mercy when they finally knew who their true master was.
Sleep was just seconds away for the eager warrior. However, just before he drifted off, Bakh heard a couple of small soft sounds from something hitting the floor of the cave. He opened his eyes and squinted into the darkness. There, among his meager pile of supplies on the rocky floor, he saw two leather pouches. The orc got up and approached the pouches. The closer he got the easier he could see some smoky substance emanating from them. As he stood over the pouches a sharp smell suddenly entered his lungs and the world began to spin. Bakh stumbled before falling to the ground. As he lost consciousness he could vaguely make out two lithe figures enter the cave and move towards him.
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Bakh eyes shot opened, the memories of what felt like seconds before still in his mind. He tried to get up but found he was stuck to the floor. In a cruel twist of irony the orc was now bound in the same iron restraints that he had planned to use on his new slave. Bakh strained his neck to look around the cave to try and plan his next move.
The orc’s temporary home had changed slightly. There were two small but bright lanterns providing light. The darkness outside still showed it was night, Bakh was probably out for just under an hour. Also, did the air also get colder? Even though he planned to sleep in just a leather waist wrap he didn’t remember it feeling too cold before. As the orc continued to look around the cave he heard a voice speak.
“Hey, Holli, looks like the green brute is up.”
Bakh couldn’t look directly behind him, but the figure that was talking soon moved into view above his body. Another one soon joined on the opposite side. They were wearing smooth and tight leather armor that covered their entire body. Judging from the curves the bound orc guessed these were human women, but that didn’t make any sense. Their race was too weak and fearful to attack one of his kind.
“Yes he is Mya. I think we are going to have a good time here.”
“You want a good time? Let me out of these irons and you will get the fucking of a lifetime. Or not, I could easily break them myself and then tie both of you down. And here I thought I was only going to get one slave.”
That wasn’t exactly true. Even the orcs themselves knew they tended to overdo their actions. Bakh did the same thing when he hammered the irons into the stone, the thought that he would be the one they held down didn’t even cross his mind.
“Ok, go ahead then, brute. Well? Nothing? I thought so. You could have been awake during all of our preparations and couldn’t do a thing to stop us. The magic of our goddess has prepared for this moment too, and I’m sure you will enjoy both her work and ours.”
The speaking female crouched down and slid a bare finger across Bakh’s ribs. Strangely, the orc felt the urge to laugh, and confusion with small twinges of fear entered his mind. First, why would a strong warrior like himself want to laugh in this situation? Second, did these humans also shave his entire body? Now the cold made sense. As these thoughts rapidly bounced in his mind the other human spoke up.
“Yes indeed. You orcs have strange traditions, but that hair was gonna just get in the way. Now you are going to feel what the special curse cast by our goddess feels like. Trust me, you are going to love it.”
Both the women slid their hoods back and Bakh saw that they were twins. They had long black hair tied into pony tails and matching facial features. The humans shared a brief eager smile with each other before kneeling on either side of their new prisoner. Two pairs of hands then shot forward and dug into the orc’s torso. The human ‘Holli’ focused her fingers of one hand in Bakh’s naked left armpit while the other pinched along his waist. ‘Mya’ had her hands squeeze up and down his right side while occasionally scribbling a hand across the now hairless belly.
Bakh’s confusion turned to all out fear while he struggled against letting out belts of pathetic laughter. He ground his tusks into his upper lip as he battled to keep his mouth closed. The orc’s mind was running wild, trying to understand what strange torture these humans were putting him through, for he had never experienced anything like this before. They had mentioned a curse, since when did the humans learn magic?
“Aw, is the big bad orc ticklish?” Holli mocked while reaching hand over to tickle both of Bakh’s armpits at once. Is that what they were doing to him, tickling? The orc had nothing in his life to compare this against. Not when wrestling for dominance decisions or when losing sparring matches with others of his kin.
It was polar opposites, his body screaming for it to stop but his mouth wanted to let out laughter. The one thing orc’s almost never showed in public was laughter. Such a thing could harm the image of the strong warrior they all held to heart. It was only saved for when insulting a broken and underperforming slave in their private chambers.
Bakh swore to himself that he would not break to such frail creatures, he would not let out even the slightest chuckle. Once dawn broke surely the others would come. But the thought of other orcs seeing him like this, Bakh wouldn’t want that. Also, why would only two humans attack? Is it possible other humans planned an assault on all the ground caves?
The orc’s desperate thinking was interrupted when Mya added a new torment. The human stopped tickling his ribs and brought her head in close. In a bizarre but extremely ticklish act, the woman licked all the way up Bakh’s side. That tongue, a tongue he had hoped would please his cock, was now driving him crazy in the worst way possible. Human tongues were notably different from an orc’s, but the thought never crossed Bakh’s mind to have one used anywhere else but his dick. It was at that moment that the promise the orc tried to keep began to crack.
“Mmm, you taste lovely for an uncivilized monster. Washing with that special oil really helped, good idea Holli. You should give it a try yourself!”
“That sounds lovely, Mya!”
As the other human licked her lips and also began to descend, Bakh felt the slightest urge to beg for mercy. It was fleeting, but part of him still believed he could hold out. Unfortunately, that part of him collapsed when Holli started to lick. The woman circled her tongue around the orc’s navel several times before sticking it inside and rooting around. Bakh’s body strained against the irons holding him as extremely ticklish sensations overwhelmed him, small defeated chuckles began to escape too.
“Mmm, you were right dear sister! And I think our friend here is liking this too. Psst! I have an idea that might make things better!”
Holli leaned over and whispered into her twin’s ear. Mya’s smile grew larger and she silently nodded in return. Both of the human’s gazes locked back with Bakh’s, who started to feel like was in for something much worse. His prediction was right as the women descended to tickle his body once again.
Mya and Holli upped their assault, using both their mouths and all of their fingers at the same time to worsen their ticklish torture. Mya took Holli’s place at Bakh’s navel, her tongue tickling feverishly while her fingers squeezed all around the area as well. Holli tried something new, gently nibbling her mouth up and down the orc’s sides while adding licks every so often. Her fingers went to work too, one hand poking in her prisoner’s left armpit and the other hooking in the gap between Bakh’s left thigh and cock.
The effectiveness of the humans’ tactics was evident from the first few seconds they started. Bakh let out full belts of laughter, his attempt to hide them now gone forever. The ruthlessness of this new torture threw the orc’s entire mind in a panic. He didn’t even want to try to get vengeance for this torture, all he wished for now was to escape the touch of these women. He would run up the entire mountain naked, be mocked by other orcs when he returned home, anything to make this tickling stop!
Holli and Mya continued to tickle their prey for an extended amount of time. Bakh was laughing the entire time while straining against the floor irons. What could these humans want? Was it simple revenge, or something more? Perhaps if he knew they would stop this torment, so he tried to word a plea in between his frantic laughter.
“Whahahahat dohuhuhuhuhu yohuhuhuhuh wahahahahant!?”
Both of the humans stopped their licking and tickling, earning the orc a much needed rest. They both cocked their heads to the side, shared a brief glance with one another, then returned their gaze to Bakh.
“That’s right, Mya. We totally forgot the purpose of our mission! What was it again?”
“Oh I remember, dear sister. We needed to capture and interrogate an orc! Well, looks like we’ve done a good job so far.” Mya briefly dug her fingers into Bakh’s right armpit, making him let out more pathetic chuckles. “Now, will the orc tell us all of the secret paths used by his kind? The layout of the mountain and ways to attack his fortified city home?”
When he heard what the human said Bakh knew he was in truly deep trouble. All of that meant that their kind was truly out for revenge. Not just on him, but for all orcs. Now the choice was on him, would he become a traitor?
“I-I can’t tell you that! Maybe we can-”
“Did you hear that? Sounds like the ticklish orc hasn’t learned his lesson yet!”
“Good thing too, Holli. It means we can interrogate him some more! And I’m sure of the next spot we want to focus on.”
As Bakh panicked protests fell on deaf ears Holli and Mya got up and moved to the irons holding down the orc’s feet. The women then laid flat on the ground, one in front of each foot. Seconds later the tickling began anew as two tongues started to lap up and down the orc’s sensitive feet. Bakhs laughter reached levels never heard before, the tickling now aimed at what he presumed to be his worst spot. When the fingers returned as well, poking in between his toes or scraping up and down the soles while being paired with long tortuous licks, Bakh knew he would tell these humans anything to stop. Anything!
The minutes stretched on, the tickled orc too busy laughing to tell anything that could be understood as valuable information. When he attempted to do so he always fell back under the effects of the brutal assault. If Holli and Mya recognized the jumbled words in between his laughter they didn’t show it. And so they continued to tease and torture their prisoner.
Finally, after what felt like forever, they stopped. As Bakh gasped for full lungs of air he heard Holli speak.
“Well, what about now, orc?”
“P-please, mercy, I’ll-”
With a smirk, the human turned to her sister. “Did that sound like information, Mya?”
“No, it didn’t.”
“W-wait!”
Bakh’s chance was once again gone. The twins returned to their tickling. Holli was now back again on the orc’s torso, laying on his body while licking around his stomach and had her hands tickling up and down his sides. Mya continued to focus on his feet, this time slowly taking each of his toes in her mouth one at a time and swirling her tongue around and around. The orc’s laughter once more filled the cave. As Bakh bucked and struggled against the floor irons he couldn’t but have his cock graze the body of Holli, and despite the torture he was going through he felt a weak erection appear.
As the third tickling session came to an end Bakh was fully broken. He could barely even struggle against his bindings. Body sore and shivering, face tearstained and mouth gasping, he started to stammer out anything and everything that could be understood as vital information.
Both of the humans watched the orc closely as he told his secrets, their wide and teasing smiles still stuck on their faces. When he finished Holli and Mya shared another knowing glance before once again talking. Bakh prayed that this would be the end.
“I think that is all we need to know. Now we just have to go compare this information with the others and see if it is true. If not, well let’s just say the new day will also be filled with laughter like this night was. ALL. DAY.”
“Itstrueitsalltrue!” Bakh practically screamed. He couldn’t bear to go through that entire ordeal all over again.
“We’ll see, orc. Do you have the Cord, Mya?”
“Here it is.”
The human pulled a thick golden cord from one of the pouches on her leather bodysuit and handed it to Holli. The woman then crouched down to Bakh’s waist and over the now slightly raised waist wrap. Holli shot the orc her smug grin once again before speaking.
“I think here is a good place to put it, judging by this brute’s very apparent response. Oh, this? This here is just to make sure you don’t do something stupid, like running off.”
Holli, with her sister closely watching, tugged off Bakh’s waist wrap and exposed his cock to the morning air. With some fear in his heart, the orc watched the human tie the cord several times around his cock and under his balls too. When she finished she placed both ends together and, in a flash, they connected.
“Well, enjoy your time here as we compare with the others. After that our generals plan the attack on your home to capture those chieftains of yours,” Mya idly said as she started to release the irons holding Bakh’s feet while Holli did the same with the ones over his wrists.
Once freed the orc slowly got up and backed away from the humans. The twins shared one more excited glance before they both waved a hand and said, “Knismolickle.”
In an instant the cord around Bakh’s cock jumped to life, vibrating and tickling his most sensitive parts. While it wasn’t as bad as before the tickling still drove the orc to his knees as he tried to beg in between chuckles. The humans, showing no signs of helping at all, turned and walked out of the cave to leave the orc to his ticklish fate.
Bakh stayed in the cave for some minutes, and through his light laughter he tried to remove the cord. When that failed he decided he would try to climb the mountain, despite being tickled, to try and reach his home and warn his kin. As he took slow steps towards the mouth of the cave the cord, as if reading his intention, increased its tickling and drove him to the ground.
“N-nohohoho! I’m sohohohohohorhehehehehe!”
The cursed cord did not respond to Bakh’s pleas, so he tried to crawl deeper back into the cave. When that too failed the orc knew he just had to wait out the horrible tickling. He hoped the other orcs would tell the same information he told the twins so that they wouldn’t return for more interrogation. All he could do now was lie on the stone floor and laugh, laugh, and laugh.
This story contains nonconsenual elements.
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The humans have struck their first successful blow against the races that have mistreated them. A number of elven nobles were captured and taken to the Hall of Glories at the human capital. Tied in several different bondage positions these elves are tickled mercilessly by humans, the magic of the Mortal Goddess, or even the goddess herself. Their laughter will be as praises to the human goddess, a testament of her power and the tickle curse she placed on them. So they shall stay for years upon years.
This knowledge of the human’s turnabout traveled slowly. While the elves did halt their offenses out of fear the others races did not. Most of them that did hear of it dismissed the tale as either an exaggerated story of a couple captured elves or mere luck that the humans would not experience again. And so the orcs, fairies, beastfolk, and demons went about their lives and traditions of harassing the humans. But once more the tormented shall become the tormentor.
The goddess whispered another plan to her followers, this time it would be the orcs that the humans will face. This race was known for being strong warriors, living in and on top of the many mountains of the world. Muscle-bound male and female orcs often journeyed down from their mountain homes to attack human villages, carrying off prisoners to act as pleasure slaves. Few humans managed to escape to tell the tales of these aggressive and lustful green-skins, but those stories were enough to rile up the now battle ready men and women.
Another village was marked to be the next to face the old enemies of the humans. However, instead of a trap the goddess ordered a stealthy offensive by her followers into the ground level caves found in the nearby mountain range. The human soldiers, full of hope and pride, eagerly set the plan into motion. Over the cover of night a collection of men and women journeyed through the surrounding forest to where the caves were located. They then split into pairs and silently began their attack.
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Bakh the orc was preparing for a short night’s rest in a small forward attack cave used by his kin. It wasn’t common for orcs to invade human villages outside of the normal season, but the promise of more slaves to act as an orc’s pleasure tool makes such an invasion not rare. Even though orc pillager numbers would be smaller it was not like their prey would put up much of a fight. The strength of an orc easily outclassed any human that may face them.
As Bakh lied down on the crude furcoverd rock he called a bed he thought of what would be coming at dawn tomorrow. He looked forward to feeling his new slave struggle fruitlessly against his muscles before he brought them back to this cave for an introductory education session. The orc had already prepared by hammering iron restraints into the floor of the cave and lying down soft fur. Here he would show his new pleasure slave what their new life would be like as his servant. Any resistance would be driven away by the power of his cock, and any submissiveness would be rewarded by, again, his cock.
The orc idly daydreamed as sleep began to draw near. As he did so he lazily chewed his upper lip with the small tusks in his mouth. Maybe he would capture a human woman with long blonde hair? The thoughts of fucking her over the bed at his home up in the mountain, a hand roughly grabbing her hair like the reigns of a steed, made his smile grow wide. Maybe a human man? The idea of breaking a man, who thought he was tough, by face fucking him also sounded enjoyable. Best of all would be either one of them crying out Bakh’s name for mercy when they finally knew who their true master was.
Sleep was just seconds away for the eager warrior. However, just before he drifted off, Bakh heard a couple of small soft sounds from something hitting the floor of the cave. He opened his eyes and squinted into the darkness. There, among his meager pile of supplies on the rocky floor, he saw two leather pouches. The orc got up and approached the pouches. The closer he got the easier he could see some smoky substance emanating from them. As he stood over the pouches a sharp smell suddenly entered his lungs and the world began to spin. Bakh stumbled before falling to the ground. As he lost consciousness he could vaguely make out two lithe figures enter the cave and move towards him.
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Bakh eyes shot opened, the memories of what felt like seconds before still in his mind. He tried to get up but found he was stuck to the floor. In a cruel twist of irony the orc was now bound in the same iron restraints that he had planned to use on his new slave. Bakh strained his neck to look around the cave to try and plan his next move.
The orc’s temporary home had changed slightly. There were two small but bright lanterns providing light. The darkness outside still showed it was night, Bakh was probably out for just under an hour. Also, did the air also get colder? Even though he planned to sleep in just a leather waist wrap he didn’t remember it feeling too cold before. As the orc continued to look around the cave he heard a voice speak.
“Hey, Holli, looks like the green brute is up.”
Bakh couldn’t look directly behind him, but the figure that was talking soon moved into view above his body. Another one soon joined on the opposite side. They were wearing smooth and tight leather armor that covered their entire body. Judging from the curves the bound orc guessed these were human women, but that didn’t make any sense. Their race was too weak and fearful to attack one of his kind.
“Yes he is Mya. I think we are going to have a good time here.”
“You want a good time? Let me out of these irons and you will get the fucking of a lifetime. Or not, I could easily break them myself and then tie both of you down. And here I thought I was only going to get one slave.”
That wasn’t exactly true. Even the orcs themselves knew they tended to overdo their actions. Bakh did the same thing when he hammered the irons into the stone, the thought that he would be the one they held down didn’t even cross his mind.
“Ok, go ahead then, brute. Well? Nothing? I thought so. You could have been awake during all of our preparations and couldn’t do a thing to stop us. The magic of our goddess has prepared for this moment too, and I’m sure you will enjoy both her work and ours.”
The speaking female crouched down and slid a bare finger across Bakh’s ribs. Strangely, the orc felt the urge to laugh, and confusion with small twinges of fear entered his mind. First, why would a strong warrior like himself want to laugh in this situation? Second, did these humans also shave his entire body? Now the cold made sense. As these thoughts rapidly bounced in his mind the other human spoke up.
“Yes indeed. You orcs have strange traditions, but that hair was gonna just get in the way. Now you are going to feel what the special curse cast by our goddess feels like. Trust me, you are going to love it.”
Both the women slid their hoods back and Bakh saw that they were twins. They had long black hair tied into pony tails and matching facial features. The humans shared a brief eager smile with each other before kneeling on either side of their new prisoner. Two pairs of hands then shot forward and dug into the orc’s torso. The human ‘Holli’ focused her fingers of one hand in Bakh’s naked left armpit while the other pinched along his waist. ‘Mya’ had her hands squeeze up and down his right side while occasionally scribbling a hand across the now hairless belly.
Bakh’s confusion turned to all out fear while he struggled against letting out belts of pathetic laughter. He ground his tusks into his upper lip as he battled to keep his mouth closed. The orc’s mind was running wild, trying to understand what strange torture these humans were putting him through, for he had never experienced anything like this before. They had mentioned a curse, since when did the humans learn magic?
“Aw, is the big bad orc ticklish?” Holli mocked while reaching hand over to tickle both of Bakh’s armpits at once. Is that what they were doing to him, tickling? The orc had nothing in his life to compare this against. Not when wrestling for dominance decisions or when losing sparring matches with others of his kin.
It was polar opposites, his body screaming for it to stop but his mouth wanted to let out laughter. The one thing orc’s almost never showed in public was laughter. Such a thing could harm the image of the strong warrior they all held to heart. It was only saved for when insulting a broken and underperforming slave in their private chambers.
Bakh swore to himself that he would not break to such frail creatures, he would not let out even the slightest chuckle. Once dawn broke surely the others would come. But the thought of other orcs seeing him like this, Bakh wouldn’t want that. Also, why would only two humans attack? Is it possible other humans planned an assault on all the ground caves?
The orc’s desperate thinking was interrupted when Mya added a new torment. The human stopped tickling his ribs and brought her head in close. In a bizarre but extremely ticklish act, the woman licked all the way up Bakh’s side. That tongue, a tongue he had hoped would please his cock, was now driving him crazy in the worst way possible. Human tongues were notably different from an orc’s, but the thought never crossed Bakh’s mind to have one used anywhere else but his dick. It was at that moment that the promise the orc tried to keep began to crack.
“Mmm, you taste lovely for an uncivilized monster. Washing with that special oil really helped, good idea Holli. You should give it a try yourself!”
“That sounds lovely, Mya!”
As the other human licked her lips and also began to descend, Bakh felt the slightest urge to beg for mercy. It was fleeting, but part of him still believed he could hold out. Unfortunately, that part of him collapsed when Holli started to lick. The woman circled her tongue around the orc’s navel several times before sticking it inside and rooting around. Bakh’s body strained against the irons holding him as extremely ticklish sensations overwhelmed him, small defeated chuckles began to escape too.
“Mmm, you were right dear sister! And I think our friend here is liking this too. Psst! I have an idea that might make things better!”
Holli leaned over and whispered into her twin’s ear. Mya’s smile grew larger and she silently nodded in return. Both of the human’s gazes locked back with Bakh’s, who started to feel like was in for something much worse. His prediction was right as the women descended to tickle his body once again.
Mya and Holli upped their assault, using both their mouths and all of their fingers at the same time to worsen their ticklish torture. Mya took Holli’s place at Bakh’s navel, her tongue tickling feverishly while her fingers squeezed all around the area as well. Holli tried something new, gently nibbling her mouth up and down the orc’s sides while adding licks every so often. Her fingers went to work too, one hand poking in her prisoner’s left armpit and the other hooking in the gap between Bakh’s left thigh and cock.
The effectiveness of the humans’ tactics was evident from the first few seconds they started. Bakh let out full belts of laughter, his attempt to hide them now gone forever. The ruthlessness of this new torture threw the orc’s entire mind in a panic. He didn’t even want to try to get vengeance for this torture, all he wished for now was to escape the touch of these women. He would run up the entire mountain naked, be mocked by other orcs when he returned home, anything to make this tickling stop!
Holli and Mya continued to tickle their prey for an extended amount of time. Bakh was laughing the entire time while straining against the floor irons. What could these humans want? Was it simple revenge, or something more? Perhaps if he knew they would stop this torment, so he tried to word a plea in between his frantic laughter.
“Whahahahat dohuhuhuhuhu yohuhuhuhuh wahahahahant!?”
Both of the humans stopped their licking and tickling, earning the orc a much needed rest. They both cocked their heads to the side, shared a brief glance with one another, then returned their gaze to Bakh.
“That’s right, Mya. We totally forgot the purpose of our mission! What was it again?”
“Oh I remember, dear sister. We needed to capture and interrogate an orc! Well, looks like we’ve done a good job so far.” Mya briefly dug her fingers into Bakh’s right armpit, making him let out more pathetic chuckles. “Now, will the orc tell us all of the secret paths used by his kind? The layout of the mountain and ways to attack his fortified city home?”
When he heard what the human said Bakh knew he was in truly deep trouble. All of that meant that their kind was truly out for revenge. Not just on him, but for all orcs. Now the choice was on him, would he become a traitor?
“I-I can’t tell you that! Maybe we can-”
“Did you hear that? Sounds like the ticklish orc hasn’t learned his lesson yet!”
“Good thing too, Holli. It means we can interrogate him some more! And I’m sure of the next spot we want to focus on.”
As Bakh panicked protests fell on deaf ears Holli and Mya got up and moved to the irons holding down the orc’s feet. The women then laid flat on the ground, one in front of each foot. Seconds later the tickling began anew as two tongues started to lap up and down the orc’s sensitive feet. Bakhs laughter reached levels never heard before, the tickling now aimed at what he presumed to be his worst spot. When the fingers returned as well, poking in between his toes or scraping up and down the soles while being paired with long tortuous licks, Bakh knew he would tell these humans anything to stop. Anything!
The minutes stretched on, the tickled orc too busy laughing to tell anything that could be understood as valuable information. When he attempted to do so he always fell back under the effects of the brutal assault. If Holli and Mya recognized the jumbled words in between his laughter they didn’t show it. And so they continued to tease and torture their prisoner.
Finally, after what felt like forever, they stopped. As Bakh gasped for full lungs of air he heard Holli speak.
“Well, what about now, orc?”
“P-please, mercy, I’ll-”
With a smirk, the human turned to her sister. “Did that sound like information, Mya?”
“No, it didn’t.”
“W-wait!”
Bakh’s chance was once again gone. The twins returned to their tickling. Holli was now back again on the orc’s torso, laying on his body while licking around his stomach and had her hands tickling up and down his sides. Mya continued to focus on his feet, this time slowly taking each of his toes in her mouth one at a time and swirling her tongue around and around. The orc’s laughter once more filled the cave. As Bakh bucked and struggled against the floor irons he couldn’t but have his cock graze the body of Holli, and despite the torture he was going through he felt a weak erection appear.
As the third tickling session came to an end Bakh was fully broken. He could barely even struggle against his bindings. Body sore and shivering, face tearstained and mouth gasping, he started to stammer out anything and everything that could be understood as vital information.
Both of the humans watched the orc closely as he told his secrets, their wide and teasing smiles still stuck on their faces. When he finished Holli and Mya shared another knowing glance before once again talking. Bakh prayed that this would be the end.
“I think that is all we need to know. Now we just have to go compare this information with the others and see if it is true. If not, well let’s just say the new day will also be filled with laughter like this night was. ALL. DAY.”
“Itstrueitsalltrue!” Bakh practically screamed. He couldn’t bear to go through that entire ordeal all over again.
“We’ll see, orc. Do you have the Cord, Mya?”
“Here it is.”
The human pulled a thick golden cord from one of the pouches on her leather bodysuit and handed it to Holli. The woman then crouched down to Bakh’s waist and over the now slightly raised waist wrap. Holli shot the orc her smug grin once again before speaking.
“I think here is a good place to put it, judging by this brute’s very apparent response. Oh, this? This here is just to make sure you don’t do something stupid, like running off.”
Holli, with her sister closely watching, tugged off Bakh’s waist wrap and exposed his cock to the morning air. With some fear in his heart, the orc watched the human tie the cord several times around his cock and under his balls too. When she finished she placed both ends together and, in a flash, they connected.
“Well, enjoy your time here as we compare with the others. After that our generals plan the attack on your home to capture those chieftains of yours,” Mya idly said as she started to release the irons holding Bakh’s feet while Holli did the same with the ones over his wrists.
Once freed the orc slowly got up and backed away from the humans. The twins shared one more excited glance before they both waved a hand and said, “Knismolickle.”
In an instant the cord around Bakh’s cock jumped to life, vibrating and tickling his most sensitive parts. While it wasn’t as bad as before the tickling still drove the orc to his knees as he tried to beg in between chuckles. The humans, showing no signs of helping at all, turned and walked out of the cave to leave the orc to his ticklish fate.
Bakh stayed in the cave for some minutes, and through his light laughter he tried to remove the cord. When that failed he decided he would try to climb the mountain, despite being tickled, to try and reach his home and warn his kin. As he took slow steps towards the mouth of the cave the cord, as if reading his intention, increased its tickling and drove him to the ground.
“N-nohohoho! I’m sohohohohohorhehehehehe!”
The cursed cord did not respond to Bakh’s pleas, so he tried to crawl deeper back into the cave. When that too failed the orc knew he just had to wait out the horrible tickling. He hoped the other orcs would tell the same information he told the twins so that they wouldn’t return for more interrogation. All he could do now was lie on the stone floor and laugh, laugh, and laugh.
