TKLVR181
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Hai guyz! I know it's been a long time, and this is a very short story, but I had to post it XD It's Quack Experiment Excel Saga-- I know it's OOC for Lord Il, but I can't help it...she NEEDS it XD Plus I think he probably needs to let loose a little 😉 Let me know what you think!
A/N---OOCness out the kazoo…but that’s what fanfic is for! ^.^
Today’s Experiment…Unusual
Excel lifted her right arm. “HAIL ILPILAZZO! What is Lord Ilpilazzo’s plan for conquering F city today? His Excel wishes to DESTROY THE WORLD so that Lord Ilpalazzo may SAVE it!”
“
I believe we should take a break from attempting to conquer the city today, Excel.” Lord Ilpalazzo said. “There have been many failures lately, you know.”
Excel hung her head. “Yes, Lord Ilpalazzo, Excel has failed manymanymany times in the last few months, and Agent Hyatt tries to help but…Lord Ilpalazzo…” Excel said, lifting her head back up. “Where IS Ha-Chan?”
“I told her not to come in today. She needs a break, Excel.”
“And…Excel doesn’t?” she asked nervously.
“No. You’ve failed me far too many times, Agent Excel!” Lord Ilpalazzo said, suddenly sounding very serious. He grabbed the rope that hung beside him.
“WHAT? N-no-no, Lord Ilpalazzo, please don’t sent me back down there again, your Excel pleads with you, she swears she will be good and there will be no more failures and…”
“Excel, would you be so kind as to step one foot to your right?”
“Of course, Lord Ilpalazzo I…GAH!”
Ilpalazzo had pulled the rope.
Instead of opening a trapdoor under Excel’s feet, chains came down from above and snagged Excel’s arms, pulling them above her head. Clamps came out of the floor and snagged her feet, pulling them apart.
“Wh-what? L-Lord Ilpalazzo! W-What’s this?” Excel exclaimed, tugging manically at the chains, thrashing her head about.
Lord Ilpalazzo stood up from his throne and walked over in front of her. “This is your punishment for failing me so many times…I believe that if I give you sufficient reason to NOT fail then perhaps you will succeed.”
Excel blushed. “P-punishment?” Secretly, she was enjoying being tied up—after all, isn’t that love?
“Yes.” Ilpalazzo pulled out a small remote control with one button on it and pressed it where she could see.
A robot came out of a door behind him, carrying a tray. When it came close enough, Excel could see that the tray contained all sorts of torture implements; a knife, hot irons, electric nodes, whips, paddles….
“EEEEK! L-Lord Ilpalazzo! Y-you wouldn’t t-torture your Excel, w-would you? I m-mean, I know I’m not the best agent ever, but…L-Lord Ilpalazzo?” He had walked around behind her.
“Yes Agent Excel, I would and I will! Now hopefully you will learn your lesson about being a better agent…”
“L-Lord Ilpalazzo, w-wait please don’t hurt m---EEEEEK!” He had run a finger down her exposed armpit!
He laughed quietly. “What, you didn’t think I was going to use any of those painful devices, did you? Oh dear, perhaps I mislead you by bringing them out here…”
Excel blushed dark red. It might be just like him to bring them out with no intention of using them, but that laugh! He had done it on PURPOSE to scare her. “L-Lord Ilpalazzo! That wasn’t funny; you scared your poor Excel to death!”
He chuckled again, and his chuckle sent chills down Excel’s spine. “Of course I did silly girl, don’t you know what day it is?”
“Of course Excel knows, it’s rent day! We’re two months delinquent already; Excel needs some extra cash… ”
“M-hhm. First of the month…which month, Agent Excel?”
“Ummm…let’s see…Ha-Chan’s birthday was last month, and her birthday is in March so…OH!” it dawned on her. “T-this is the first of April…..oooooh.” then it REALLY dawned on her. “HAHA! April Fool’s Day! Lord Ilpalazzo’s prank was extremely funny, it makes his Excel laugh! HAHAHAHA!” Of course, she had a sweat drop running down her hair. He really went out of his way to get me…Oooh he knows I exist!!! She perked up. “Um…you can let Excel go now, yes?”
“Hmm…I was going to but…I don’t think that was a true laugh, Agent Excel. I want to hear you REALLY laugh.”
“Oh, Excel can do that, really….HAHAHAHAHAH…”
“No, that’s still very forced. Oooh forced, I have an idea! You seemed very ticklish when I ran my finger down your armpit a moment ago, Agent Excel…” he repeated his action, this time running his finger up and down her bare armpit a few times, grinning.
“EEEEK! YES EXCEL IS VERY TI-HIHIHI-TICKLISH! HAHAHAHAHA LORD ILPALAZZO STOP IT TICKLES HAHAHAHAHHAHA!”
“Oooh, if you’re THAT ticklish with just one finger, I wonder what this will be like…tickle tickle, Agent Excel…” he ran both of his pointer fingers in one armpit.
Excel went crazy. “AAHAHAHHAHA NONO AAHAHHA GAHAH EHEAHAHHA IT TICKLES IT TICKLES LORD IHIHILPALAZZO PLEEHEEHEASE STOP AHAHAH YOUR EXCEL IS SO TICKLISH AHAHAHAHA!” she arched her back, blushing furiously. This wasn’t like him! He was always so serious, so deadpan…this teasing Ilpalazzo was driving her crazy!
He chuckled again, making Excel even crazier. “But Agent Excel, you’re adorable when you laugh!” he teased.
“OOOH HEEHEHEHEH LORD IIHIHLPALLAZZO DON’T TEASE EXCEL SHE CAN’T TAKE IT AHAHHHHAHAAH MMMM!”
“Well you’re going to have too…you see, this was the real reason I did this all along…you’re so CUTE when you laugh Excel….I mean, Agent Excel, I just had to see you laugh some more!”
“HAHAH LORD ILPALAZZO DIHIHD ALL THIS JUST TOHOHOOO TICKLE MEEHEHEE?” Excel asked incredulously.
Lord Ilpalazzo chuckled again. “M-hmm! I sure did!”
Excel’s face went dark red and her stomach suddenly felt wiggly. That laugh…and his voice, that melodic tone…she had always LOVED his voice, the sound of it always drove her crazy…but him using it to tease her…was amazing! Ha-Chan was wrong, being tied up WAS love!
“WA-AAHHAHAHA! NOT MY STOMACH!” Excel cried out as Ilpalazzo wiggled five fingertips across her stomach.
“Oooh my, this fabric is extremely thin, it will never do in the fight to win the city! I must find out where else it’s so weak…” he said, grinning. “What about here, on the sides? Or maybe here, on the hips….wow, it must REALLY be thin there, I’m going to have to do something about that….of course, the armpits are thoroughly exposed, I WILL have to fix that…” he said, tickling her everywhere he named. Wow, this started out as just a prank but…she’s actually not bad looking. It’s a good thing I’m wearing my loose robe today. He thought.
Excel was going nuts. She had thrown her head back and started to kick her feet, laughing at the top of her lungs. “HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE AHAHAHHAHA HEEHEE NONONO NOT MY HIPS AHAHAHAHAH LLLORD ILPALAZZAHAHAHAHAOO! NOOOOHOHOOOO NNNGGGHH!” Holy moley! If he keeps this up Excel’s not going to be able to hide how much she likes this! I’ve GOT to get him to stop…but how do I bring myself to get him to? And more importantly, how do I GET him to stop? Excel’s already been pleading…ACK! MY TOP!
Sure enough, her top had begun to slip downwards. “Oooh, what’s this?” Lord Ilpalazzo teased. “It looks like this uniform is so flimsy that a little wiggling will make it fall right off! Let’s see if it’s possible to make it wiggle ALL the way off…” he grabbed her kicking foot. “And we HAVE to check the boots…oh look at that, it came off readily!” he teased, pulling her boot off, exposing her foot, which was covered by a thin ankle sock.
Excel gasped a few times. “LORD…ILPALAZZO NO! AHAHA...Nohoht my f-feet…s-so tickl-lish…n-no….you can k-keep your gloves on sir…really…nonoNONO AAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! NONO NOT MY FOOT PLEEHEEHEASE AAHAHHAHAA!” Excel’s laughter was redoubled as Lord Ilpalazzo pulled off his right glove and began scratching her socked foot from toe to heel and back.
“Hm, you’re AL-most laughing too loud for me to tease you, Agent Excel…good thing I’m so close to your ear back here…Uhoh! Oh my, that’s a very attractive black strapless bra, Agent Excel…” he stopped and put her foot down as Excel’s top fell down to her ribs, exposing her silk strapless black bra.
“AAAAH! EXCEL IS EXPOSED!” the poor girl exclaimed, attempting to pull her elbows down over her breasts, which were in danger of falling out themselves.
“Um, Lord Ilpalazzo? Senior?” a small voice said from right behind Excel. Both of them whipped around and saw Hyatt standing there.
“GAH! HA-CHAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
“Indeed Agent Hyatt, I gave you the day off.”
“Yes sir and Hyatt greatly appreciates it but she isn’t sure where Senior Excel put this month’s rent money.” Hyatt said, staring quite blatantly at Excel’s bra. Excel looked like her face was going to catch on fire.
“Uh…it’s…in the drawer…with the rest of…our money…” Excel said, eyes spinning. She would have fallen over in the classic anime-style faint if she hadn’t been tied to the ceiling. Lord Ilpalazzo seemed to suddenly remember this and release her—Excel immediately pulled her clothes back on.
“Oh, yes, how silly of me to forget.” Hyatt said slowly. “But I am very glad to see things progressing here—in Hyatt’s opinion, this sort of thing should have happened a long time ago. I will go now, see you tonight Senior.” Just like that, she was gone.
Suddenly Ilpalazzo found himself a little awkward. “Um, Agent Excel, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable back there…”
Excel grinned through her panting. “N-no Lord Ilpalazzo…even g-g-great conquerors need s-some fun I g-g-g-guess…E-Excel was happy t-to provide e-entertainment!”
Excel grinned in an almost chibi fashion. “Great! In that case I, uh, was wondering…well, it’s only fair since I called you in here just for a prank…can I buy you some coffee? Maybe some light lunch?”
Excel actually floated nearly to the ceiling, hearts over not just her eyes but her whole face.
Ilpalazzo smirked and grabbed her ankle. “Let’s go, Agent Excel.”
THE END
A/N---OOCness out the kazoo…but that’s what fanfic is for! ^.^
Today’s Experiment…Unusual
Excel lifted her right arm. “HAIL ILPILAZZO! What is Lord Ilpilazzo’s plan for conquering F city today? His Excel wishes to DESTROY THE WORLD so that Lord Ilpalazzo may SAVE it!”
“
I believe we should take a break from attempting to conquer the city today, Excel.” Lord Ilpalazzo said. “There have been many failures lately, you know.”
Excel hung her head. “Yes, Lord Ilpalazzo, Excel has failed manymanymany times in the last few months, and Agent Hyatt tries to help but…Lord Ilpalazzo…” Excel said, lifting her head back up. “Where IS Ha-Chan?”
“I told her not to come in today. She needs a break, Excel.”
“And…Excel doesn’t?” she asked nervously.
“No. You’ve failed me far too many times, Agent Excel!” Lord Ilpalazzo said, suddenly sounding very serious. He grabbed the rope that hung beside him.
“WHAT? N-no-no, Lord Ilpalazzo, please don’t sent me back down there again, your Excel pleads with you, she swears she will be good and there will be no more failures and…”
“Excel, would you be so kind as to step one foot to your right?”
“Of course, Lord Ilpalazzo I…GAH!”
Ilpalazzo had pulled the rope.
Instead of opening a trapdoor under Excel’s feet, chains came down from above and snagged Excel’s arms, pulling them above her head. Clamps came out of the floor and snagged her feet, pulling them apart.
“Wh-what? L-Lord Ilpalazzo! W-What’s this?” Excel exclaimed, tugging manically at the chains, thrashing her head about.
Lord Ilpalazzo stood up from his throne and walked over in front of her. “This is your punishment for failing me so many times…I believe that if I give you sufficient reason to NOT fail then perhaps you will succeed.”
Excel blushed. “P-punishment?” Secretly, she was enjoying being tied up—after all, isn’t that love?
“Yes.” Ilpalazzo pulled out a small remote control with one button on it and pressed it where she could see.
A robot came out of a door behind him, carrying a tray. When it came close enough, Excel could see that the tray contained all sorts of torture implements; a knife, hot irons, electric nodes, whips, paddles….
“EEEEK! L-Lord Ilpalazzo! Y-you wouldn’t t-torture your Excel, w-would you? I m-mean, I know I’m not the best agent ever, but…L-Lord Ilpalazzo?” He had walked around behind her.
“Yes Agent Excel, I would and I will! Now hopefully you will learn your lesson about being a better agent…”
“L-Lord Ilpalazzo, w-wait please don’t hurt m---EEEEEK!” He had run a finger down her exposed armpit!
He laughed quietly. “What, you didn’t think I was going to use any of those painful devices, did you? Oh dear, perhaps I mislead you by bringing them out here…”
Excel blushed dark red. It might be just like him to bring them out with no intention of using them, but that laugh! He had done it on PURPOSE to scare her. “L-Lord Ilpalazzo! That wasn’t funny; you scared your poor Excel to death!”
He chuckled again, and his chuckle sent chills down Excel’s spine. “Of course I did silly girl, don’t you know what day it is?”
“Of course Excel knows, it’s rent day! We’re two months delinquent already; Excel needs some extra cash… ”
“M-hhm. First of the month…which month, Agent Excel?”
“Ummm…let’s see…Ha-Chan’s birthday was last month, and her birthday is in March so…OH!” it dawned on her. “T-this is the first of April…..oooooh.” then it REALLY dawned on her. “HAHA! April Fool’s Day! Lord Ilpalazzo’s prank was extremely funny, it makes his Excel laugh! HAHAHAHA!” Of course, she had a sweat drop running down her hair. He really went out of his way to get me…Oooh he knows I exist!!! She perked up. “Um…you can let Excel go now, yes?”
“Hmm…I was going to but…I don’t think that was a true laugh, Agent Excel. I want to hear you REALLY laugh.”
“Oh, Excel can do that, really….HAHAHAHAHAH…”
“No, that’s still very forced. Oooh forced, I have an idea! You seemed very ticklish when I ran my finger down your armpit a moment ago, Agent Excel…” he repeated his action, this time running his finger up and down her bare armpit a few times, grinning.
“EEEEK! YES EXCEL IS VERY TI-HIHIHI-TICKLISH! HAHAHAHAHA LORD ILPALAZZO STOP IT TICKLES HAHAHAHAHHAHA!”
“Oooh, if you’re THAT ticklish with just one finger, I wonder what this will be like…tickle tickle, Agent Excel…” he ran both of his pointer fingers in one armpit.
Excel went crazy. “AAHAHAHHAHA NONO AAHAHHA GAHAH EHEAHAHHA IT TICKLES IT TICKLES LORD IHIHILPALAZZO PLEEHEEHEASE STOP AHAHAH YOUR EXCEL IS SO TICKLISH AHAHAHAHA!” she arched her back, blushing furiously. This wasn’t like him! He was always so serious, so deadpan…this teasing Ilpalazzo was driving her crazy!
He chuckled again, making Excel even crazier. “But Agent Excel, you’re adorable when you laugh!” he teased.
“OOOH HEEHEHEHEH LORD IIHIHLPALLAZZO DON’T TEASE EXCEL SHE CAN’T TAKE IT AHAHHHHAHAAH MMMM!”
“Well you’re going to have too…you see, this was the real reason I did this all along…you’re so CUTE when you laugh Excel….I mean, Agent Excel, I just had to see you laugh some more!”
“HAHAH LORD ILPALAZZO DIHIHD ALL THIS JUST TOHOHOOO TICKLE MEEHEHEE?” Excel asked incredulously.
Lord Ilpalazzo chuckled again. “M-hmm! I sure did!”
Excel’s face went dark red and her stomach suddenly felt wiggly. That laugh…and his voice, that melodic tone…she had always LOVED his voice, the sound of it always drove her crazy…but him using it to tease her…was amazing! Ha-Chan was wrong, being tied up WAS love!
“WA-AAHHAHAHA! NOT MY STOMACH!” Excel cried out as Ilpalazzo wiggled five fingertips across her stomach.
“Oooh my, this fabric is extremely thin, it will never do in the fight to win the city! I must find out where else it’s so weak…” he said, grinning. “What about here, on the sides? Or maybe here, on the hips….wow, it must REALLY be thin there, I’m going to have to do something about that….of course, the armpits are thoroughly exposed, I WILL have to fix that…” he said, tickling her everywhere he named. Wow, this started out as just a prank but…she’s actually not bad looking. It’s a good thing I’m wearing my loose robe today. He thought.
Excel was going nuts. She had thrown her head back and started to kick her feet, laughing at the top of her lungs. “HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE AHAHAHHAHA HEEHEE NONONO NOT MY HIPS AHAHAHAHAH LLLORD ILPALAZZAHAHAHAHAOO! NOOOOHOHOOOO NNNGGGHH!” Holy moley! If he keeps this up Excel’s not going to be able to hide how much she likes this! I’ve GOT to get him to stop…but how do I bring myself to get him to? And more importantly, how do I GET him to stop? Excel’s already been pleading…ACK! MY TOP!
Sure enough, her top had begun to slip downwards. “Oooh, what’s this?” Lord Ilpalazzo teased. “It looks like this uniform is so flimsy that a little wiggling will make it fall right off! Let’s see if it’s possible to make it wiggle ALL the way off…” he grabbed her kicking foot. “And we HAVE to check the boots…oh look at that, it came off readily!” he teased, pulling her boot off, exposing her foot, which was covered by a thin ankle sock.
Excel gasped a few times. “LORD…ILPALAZZO NO! AHAHA...Nohoht my f-feet…s-so tickl-lish…n-no….you can k-keep your gloves on sir…really…nonoNONO AAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! NONO NOT MY FOOT PLEEHEEHEASE AAHAHHAHAA!” Excel’s laughter was redoubled as Lord Ilpalazzo pulled off his right glove and began scratching her socked foot from toe to heel and back.
“Hm, you’re AL-most laughing too loud for me to tease you, Agent Excel…good thing I’m so close to your ear back here…Uhoh! Oh my, that’s a very attractive black strapless bra, Agent Excel…” he stopped and put her foot down as Excel’s top fell down to her ribs, exposing her silk strapless black bra.
“AAAAH! EXCEL IS EXPOSED!” the poor girl exclaimed, attempting to pull her elbows down over her breasts, which were in danger of falling out themselves.
“Um, Lord Ilpalazzo? Senior?” a small voice said from right behind Excel. Both of them whipped around and saw Hyatt standing there.
“GAH! HA-CHAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
“Indeed Agent Hyatt, I gave you the day off.”
“Yes sir and Hyatt greatly appreciates it but she isn’t sure where Senior Excel put this month’s rent money.” Hyatt said, staring quite blatantly at Excel’s bra. Excel looked like her face was going to catch on fire.
“Uh…it’s…in the drawer…with the rest of…our money…” Excel said, eyes spinning. She would have fallen over in the classic anime-style faint if she hadn’t been tied to the ceiling. Lord Ilpalazzo seemed to suddenly remember this and release her—Excel immediately pulled her clothes back on.
“Oh, yes, how silly of me to forget.” Hyatt said slowly. “But I am very glad to see things progressing here—in Hyatt’s opinion, this sort of thing should have happened a long time ago. I will go now, see you tonight Senior.” Just like that, she was gone.
Suddenly Ilpalazzo found himself a little awkward. “Um, Agent Excel, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable back there…”
Excel grinned through her panting. “N-no Lord Ilpalazzo…even g-g-great conquerors need s-some fun I g-g-g-guess…E-Excel was happy t-to provide e-entertainment!”
Excel grinned in an almost chibi fashion. “Great! In that case I, uh, was wondering…well, it’s only fair since I called you in here just for a prank…can I buy you some coffee? Maybe some light lunch?”
Excel actually floated nearly to the ceiling, hearts over not just her eyes but her whole face.
Ilpalazzo smirked and grabbed her ankle. “Let’s go, Agent Excel.”
THE END
