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Link and Zelda's journey through the forest was cut short when they were beset by a horde of bokoblins. Link did his best to fight them off, positioning himself between the creatures and his recently rescued princess, but to no avail.
A club struck his sword hand, forcing him to drop his weapon, and soon he was subdued, his arms bound behind him with coarse ropes. The bokoblins stripped him methodically, tearing away his tunic piece by piece- first the boots, then the leggings, exposing his lean, bronzed legs; the tunic ripped open to reveal his chiseled chest, glistening with sweat. Finally, they yanked away his undergarments, leaving him utterly naked, his manhood exposed to the cool forest air, semi-erect from the adrenaline of battle.
Zelda fared no better. The bokoblins encircled her, their claws shredding her silken purple gown with deliberate slowness, savoring her gasps and fearful pleading. The fabric fell in tatters, baring her full, pert breasts, her flat stomach, and the soft curves of her hips. They stripped her completely, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders as she stood nude and trembling, her porcelain skin flushed with humiliation and fear.
Expecting death, the elves braced for the end. The bokoblins barked at each other in their crude language, and burst into a wicked chorus of laughter. What followed was not slaughter, but a torment of a different kind: relentless, sadistic tickling that twisted the elves' fear into hysterics.
They started on Link, tying his arms over his head with crude rope. Four bokoblins descended, their rough, calloused fingers dancing over his exposed skin. They targeted his ribs first, skittering like spiders across the sensitive dips between each bone. Link's body jerked involuntarily, a chuckle escaping his lips despite his resolve. The bokoblins only laughed. Their nails, jagged and unyielding, traced feather-light patterns along his sides, up to his underarms. They dug in there, wiggling with merciless precision, exploiting the vulnerable hollows where his arms met his torso. His laughter exploded, deep and unwilling, his blonde head thrashing side to side as tears welled in his eyes. The sensation was electric, a cruel itch that built and built, sending waves of uncontrollable mirth through his core. His muscles tensed and quivered, his abs contracting painfully as the tickles intensified, fingers fluttering faster, now incorporating the tips of coarse feathers plucked from nearby birds - soft plumes that whispered over his nipples, circling them until they hardened, blending ticklish agony with unwelcome arousal.
Zelda, bound similarly nearby, watched in horror before her own ordeal began. The bokoblins swarmed her, their hands exploring her nude form with gleeful malice. They began at her neck, fingertips grazing the delicate skin just below her ears, sending shivers down her spine. She giggled at first, a high, melodic sound that quickly devolved into shrieks as they moved to her belly, nails scribbling erratic patterns over her smooth, sensitive abdomen. "Please... mercy!" she cried, but the bokoblins were insatiable, their touches light yet insistent, like a thousand tiny insects crawling over her. They focused on her armpits next, pinning her arms above her head to expose the silky hollows, where rough fingers wiggled and probed without pause. Her body arched, blonde hair matted with sweat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as laughter tore from her throat - uncontrollable, breathless peals that left her gasping for air. The tickling was an exquisite torture, each stroke amplifying the last, and turning her royal poise into helpless, writhing abandon.
The bokoblins' cruelty escalated, their lust evident in their guttural grunts and leering gazes. They shifted southward, drawn to the elves' most vulnerable spots. For Link, they attacked his feet first - those long, elegant elven soles now bared and staked out. Bokoblin fingers raked along the arches, from heel to toe, nails scraping the tender skin in slow, deliberate drags that made him howl with laughter. One bokoblin used a stiff feather to saw between his toes, the bristles teasing the sensitive webbing, while another massaged his heels with knuckles, only to switch to rapid, fluttering scratches. The sensations were maddening: a burning itch that radiated up his legs, his body convulsing as tears blurred his vision. But the true depravity came when they turned to his genitals. Rough hands encircled his hardening shaft, not stroking for pleasure, but tickling with feather-light touches: fingertips dancing along the underside, circling the head with agonizing delicacy. They teased his balls, fingers lightly brushing the sensitive sack, sending jolts of ticklish fire through his groin. Link's laughter mingled with moans, his hips bucking involuntarily as the relentless stimulation built to a crescendo. He came hard, his seed spilling onto the forest floor, but the bokoblins didn't stop. They continued the tickling torment, forcing another orgasm from his exhausted body, then a third, each wave of laughter-choked release leaving him weaker, his blonde form slick with sweat and tears.
Zelda's torment mirrored his, accented by her feminine vulnerability. The bokoblins lavished attention on her feet, those dainty, arched soles now at their mercy. They scratched along the balls of her feet with blunt nails, eliciting high-pitched squeals, then used tongues, rough and slimy, to lap at her toes; sucking and nibbling the pads while fingers wiggled beneath. Her laughter was frantic, tears cascading as her body twisted in futile escape. The tickles migrated to her most intimate areas, bokoblins parting her thighs to expose her glistening folds. Feathers and fingertips assaulted her inner thighs first, building anticipation, before delving into her core. They tickled her labia with exquisite cruelty, light brushes and pinches that made her scream with hysterical mirth, her clit throbbing under the onslaught of fluttering touches. One bokoblin even used a soft leaf to tease her entrance, the textured edge driving her mad. Lust overtook the cruelty; her body betrayed her, hips grinding against the sensations as orgasms crashed over her - one, two, three in rapid succession, each accompanied by sobs of laughter and ecstasy, her blonde hair splayed like a halo on the ground, her form quaking in euphoric exhaustion.
Finally, sated by their wicked game, the bokoblins released the elves, leaving them panting and spent on the forest floor. Link and Zelda lay there, naked and drained, their bodies twitching with the ghosts of touches, tears drying on their faces. The bokoblins rifled through the discarded belongings, claiming the warrior's sword, shield, and the princess's jeweled treasures as their prize. With merry cackles, they scampered off into the woods, vanishing like shadows at dawn.
A club struck his sword hand, forcing him to drop his weapon, and soon he was subdued, his arms bound behind him with coarse ropes. The bokoblins stripped him methodically, tearing away his tunic piece by piece- first the boots, then the leggings, exposing his lean, bronzed legs; the tunic ripped open to reveal his chiseled chest, glistening with sweat. Finally, they yanked away his undergarments, leaving him utterly naked, his manhood exposed to the cool forest air, semi-erect from the adrenaline of battle.
Zelda fared no better. The bokoblins encircled her, their claws shredding her silken purple gown with deliberate slowness, savoring her gasps and fearful pleading. The fabric fell in tatters, baring her full, pert breasts, her flat stomach, and the soft curves of her hips. They stripped her completely, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders as she stood nude and trembling, her porcelain skin flushed with humiliation and fear.
Expecting death, the elves braced for the end. The bokoblins barked at each other in their crude language, and burst into a wicked chorus of laughter. What followed was not slaughter, but a torment of a different kind: relentless, sadistic tickling that twisted the elves' fear into hysterics.
They started on Link, tying his arms over his head with crude rope. Four bokoblins descended, their rough, calloused fingers dancing over his exposed skin. They targeted his ribs first, skittering like spiders across the sensitive dips between each bone. Link's body jerked involuntarily, a chuckle escaping his lips despite his resolve. The bokoblins only laughed. Their nails, jagged and unyielding, traced feather-light patterns along his sides, up to his underarms. They dug in there, wiggling with merciless precision, exploiting the vulnerable hollows where his arms met his torso. His laughter exploded, deep and unwilling, his blonde head thrashing side to side as tears welled in his eyes. The sensation was electric, a cruel itch that built and built, sending waves of uncontrollable mirth through his core. His muscles tensed and quivered, his abs contracting painfully as the tickles intensified, fingers fluttering faster, now incorporating the tips of coarse feathers plucked from nearby birds - soft plumes that whispered over his nipples, circling them until they hardened, blending ticklish agony with unwelcome arousal.
Zelda, bound similarly nearby, watched in horror before her own ordeal began. The bokoblins swarmed her, their hands exploring her nude form with gleeful malice. They began at her neck, fingertips grazing the delicate skin just below her ears, sending shivers down her spine. She giggled at first, a high, melodic sound that quickly devolved into shrieks as they moved to her belly, nails scribbling erratic patterns over her smooth, sensitive abdomen. "Please... mercy!" she cried, but the bokoblins were insatiable, their touches light yet insistent, like a thousand tiny insects crawling over her. They focused on her armpits next, pinning her arms above her head to expose the silky hollows, where rough fingers wiggled and probed without pause. Her body arched, blonde hair matted with sweat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as laughter tore from her throat - uncontrollable, breathless peals that left her gasping for air. The tickling was an exquisite torture, each stroke amplifying the last, and turning her royal poise into helpless, writhing abandon.
The bokoblins' cruelty escalated, their lust evident in their guttural grunts and leering gazes. They shifted southward, drawn to the elves' most vulnerable spots. For Link, they attacked his feet first - those long, elegant elven soles now bared and staked out. Bokoblin fingers raked along the arches, from heel to toe, nails scraping the tender skin in slow, deliberate drags that made him howl with laughter. One bokoblin used a stiff feather to saw between his toes, the bristles teasing the sensitive webbing, while another massaged his heels with knuckles, only to switch to rapid, fluttering scratches. The sensations were maddening: a burning itch that radiated up his legs, his body convulsing as tears blurred his vision. But the true depravity came when they turned to his genitals. Rough hands encircled his hardening shaft, not stroking for pleasure, but tickling with feather-light touches: fingertips dancing along the underside, circling the head with agonizing delicacy. They teased his balls, fingers lightly brushing the sensitive sack, sending jolts of ticklish fire through his groin. Link's laughter mingled with moans, his hips bucking involuntarily as the relentless stimulation built to a crescendo. He came hard, his seed spilling onto the forest floor, but the bokoblins didn't stop. They continued the tickling torment, forcing another orgasm from his exhausted body, then a third, each wave of laughter-choked release leaving him weaker, his blonde form slick with sweat and tears.
Zelda's torment mirrored his, accented by her feminine vulnerability. The bokoblins lavished attention on her feet, those dainty, arched soles now at their mercy. They scratched along the balls of her feet with blunt nails, eliciting high-pitched squeals, then used tongues, rough and slimy, to lap at her toes; sucking and nibbling the pads while fingers wiggled beneath. Her laughter was frantic, tears cascading as her body twisted in futile escape. The tickles migrated to her most intimate areas, bokoblins parting her thighs to expose her glistening folds. Feathers and fingertips assaulted her inner thighs first, building anticipation, before delving into her core. They tickled her labia with exquisite cruelty, light brushes and pinches that made her scream with hysterical mirth, her clit throbbing under the onslaught of fluttering touches. One bokoblin even used a soft leaf to tease her entrance, the textured edge driving her mad. Lust overtook the cruelty; her body betrayed her, hips grinding against the sensations as orgasms crashed over her - one, two, three in rapid succession, each accompanied by sobs of laughter and ecstasy, her blonde hair splayed like a halo on the ground, her form quaking in euphoric exhaustion.
Finally, sated by their wicked game, the bokoblins released the elves, leaving them panting and spent on the forest floor. Link and Zelda lay there, naked and drained, their bodies twitching with the ghosts of touches, tears drying on their faces. The bokoblins rifled through the discarded belongings, claiming the warrior's sword, shield, and the princess's jeweled treasures as their prize. With merry cackles, they scampered off into the woods, vanishing like shadows at dawn.
