This is the first part of tickle story im writing. Its based on WOW mostly, but has general fantasy mainstays as well. The first part is mostly setting the scene and is M/M explicit descriptions. But the story as a whole will be M/M, F/M, M/F and F/F. So something for everyone as the story progresses.
If u like it say so, if u dont say so too. Im open to criticism and welcome feedback.
Tkd
Rothgars Treasure. Part 1.
A Leet, Klo and Jamthir adventure.
Leet could only remember the attack as it had started; The orcs had appeared out of now-where from the hillside and charged down upon their camp, battering the group of adventurers with blow after vicious blow. The orc raiding party was a small one, maybe only ten orcs, but one orc could easily take on four of five from the smaller races and come out the better. The orcs quickly scattered the 12 strong group, it was clear they had orders to capture and not kill, not a single killing blow was struck, unusual for an orc raiding party. But the orcs had not counted on the quickness of the adventurers, made up of night-elves, humans and dwarves. The six dwarves had stood and fought, but were quickly overthrown and battered to unconsciousness, two of the three night-elves merged into the shadows and fled, leaving only Jamthir, a strong, heavily armoured warrior to fight. Leet knew his companions, the other two humans, had fled instantly, leaving himself, a warrior also, to stand and fight by Jamthirs side.
The last thing Leet remembered was seeing Jamthir fall as he was clubbed around the head by an orc, and feeling a similar blow to the back of his own head.
Leet guessed the orcs had carried the six dwarves, Jamthir and himself to their current location. A pale of water had woken him and he was dragged along with Jamthir, the fate of the dwarves was unknown to him, across a large drawbridge into a tall stone keep. The orcs half dragged, half carried the two warriors into a large stone hall that was adorned with the markings and flags of the orcs clan. At the end of the hall stood a throne, and sitting in it, waiting for them, was an extremely large orc. Leet recognised him, it was Grabbatooth, the leader of the Teethpullerz, the most feared orc clan in the land. Fear struck Leet, no-one faced Grabbatooth and ever returned. The fear was apparent of Jamthirs face too, his pale blue skin and long green hair, common with night-elves, couldn’t hide his emotion as it usually could with so many of the night-elf people. The orcs dumped the two captives at the feet of Grabbatooths throne. Leet reached for his small axe but found all his weapons to be missing, Jamthir too could not lay any of his weapons to hand. Defenseless they both slumped and bowed to the orc lord, a sign of submission.
Grabbatooth stood from his throne.
‘My orcs tell me you are seeking the hidden vault of Rothgar’
The growl and grunt of his voice was harsh, even for an orc.
‘I myself have been searching for the vault for some time, your dwarf friends confessed to my orcs that they knew its location, and the means to enter the vault, in exchange for their lives. But we all know how treacherous dwarves are where gold and treasure is concerned, rather than have the trouble of putting up with their deviousness I saw fit to dispose of them.’
The orc lord laughed and howled in his own grunting manner for a number of seconds.
‘Before they were dealt with they also confessed that you two knew the location of the vault and the means to enter it as well. You will tell me how to get the treasure inside or you will meet the same fate as the dwarves, I will personally throw you from the battlements of this keep.’
Jamthir looked the orc lord in the eye, a last, small amount of found bravery filling his voice.
‘We will tell you nothing orc, we will never talk, kill us, it is better than letting an orc have the gold!’
Leet didnt feel as sure as Jamthir seemed to, but voiced the same opinions anyway, although without as much steelness in his voice.
Grabbatooth surveyed the two captured warriors, an evil grin stretching across his face.
’You have some fight in you, good. I have decided not to kill you, threats of death bore me these days, there are better ways to extract information. Much more persuasive and… fun ways.’
He looked up from the prisoners to the orcs that had delivered Jamthir and Leet to him.
‘Take them to the torture chamber, Breakabone and his crew will deal with them.’
With that final order Grabbatooth sat back in his throne as the orc raiding party dragged Leet and Jamthir to the side of the hall and down a spiral staircase, inevitably leading to the torture chamber where Breakabone would soon be entertaining his new guests.
Klo was a rogue for hire, highly skilled in many arts. She specialised however, in the art of information extraction. She could get any kind of information, any way she needed, wether it be from torture or exploiting natures gifts. Klo was attractive, she had blonde pigtailed hair and a full, curvaceous, somewhat chubby, figure. Far from being fat her figure only made her more desirable, and she exploited it by squeezing her curves into tight leather trousers and too small leather corsets that made her very large breasts leave little to the imagination.
She had been following a group of adventurers, all she knew was that they must be followed and once they reached their destination she must capture one of the group and extract any information she could from them, and report back to her employer.
Who her employer was she did not know, they had remained hidden and had hired her through a servant who brought her a sealed envelope with instructions. But the gold was good, two large bags of it on completion of her task, and anything she could take from the group was hers to keep. As long as she was paid she didn’t mind the kind of work.
Klo had tracked the group for miles, but had hung back when an orc raiding party attacked, fearing she may be caught up in the attack. She had watched two elves flee and two humans do the same shortly after, the dwarves had been beaten down quickly and the remaining elf and human were knocked down easily, no match for that many orcs. She recognised the orcs as Teethpullerz, not easy targets. She could see this wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought. Using her better judgement she decided to track down the two fleeing humans, two females, they would be the easiest to find, night-elves could disappear into the shadows too easily. If she could catch them quick enough, and she was sure she could, she would have time for some fun before getting down to business. Despite the turn of events she had witnessed Klo smiled, perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
The torture chamber was brightly lit, and surprisingly clean for a place inhabited by orcs. The light came from wooden torches placed generously around the walls. Leet and Jamthir had been separated once they had entered what was clearly the dungeon, a row of small rooms, cells, lined the sides of the narrow corridor and at the far end, a steel door. Leet had a feeling that the door was the entrance to the torture chamber.
Leet was thrown into the first cell on the left and Jamthir thrown into the opposite cell. One of the orcs followed Leet into the cell and bolted the solid door behind him, Leet could see another orc enter and begin to do the same as it entered Jamthirs cell.
Trapped in the cell with the orc Leet wasn’t sure what to do.
’Stay away from me, stay back.’ His warnings were dismissed by the orc, who grunted and pushed Leet to the ground. Leet tried to push the orc away but it was too strong, the orc held him down and began to strip away his armour and clothes. Soon there was a pile of armour and clothes in the corner and the orc dragged the naked Leet to the wall and chained his wrists above his head, and shackled his ankles to the ground. Leet was completely naked and chained to the wall, he guessed Jamthir was in the same situation. The orc surveyed him for a second, unbolted the door of the cell and left. But a few moments later the door was unbolted and a different orc entered, this one wore no armour, in fact, it wore little at all. A pair of worn leather wristbands and a pair of stiff leather shoulder coifs were all that adorned its huge frame, and a belt that hung across its chest which looked like it was made to hold small instruments and tools. It didn’t seem bothered that it was essentially naked. Leet had never seen an orc naked before, it was a strange sight. The size of the orcs genitalia were impressive, to say the least. The new orc grunted and unchained him from the wall, and carried him to the large steel door at the end of the corridor, rapped on the door with his huge fists and entered as another orc allowed him through, bolting the door behind them.
Inside the brightly lit torture chamber Leet tried to take as much in as he could. Five male orcs were wandering around, preparing various bits and pieces no doubt, they were all the dressed the same, leather wristbands and shoulder coifs, each one with a belt around their chests or waists. Leet had been tied to an upright table by the orc that had carried him in before it went to prepare things with the others. Leet, naked and stretched out on the upright torture table, was trying to remain calm, but this was proving difficult. The orcs had conglomerated in the far corner of the room, they were busy with something on the table they were around. One of the orcs moved to head of the table and turned a crank. Leet heard a small groan from the table as the crank was turned. The orcs dragged the torture rack across the room and pulled it to a halt just beside the upright torture table where Leet was chained. Leet gasped as he saw the naked form of Jamthir, stretched out tightly on the rack.
Just then the steel door to the torture chamber opened and Breakabone entered. He was taller than the other orcs and heavier built. All orcs looked the same to Leet but Breakabone stood out, he was completely naked, not even bothering with wrist bands and shoulder coifs like the others. He strode over to the torture rack where Jamthir was outstretched. Breakabone laughed heartily with an orcish grunt for a moment. ‘Finally some new toys to play with, an elf and a human, this will be interesting! I am Breakabone, the head torturer for the Teethpullerz clan. You will reveal to me all you know of Rothgars vault.’
Again Jamthir found the bravery to speak.
‘Never orc, torture us all you will, I will never break.’
‘Brave words night-elf, your human companion can watch as I torture you first.’
Breakabone snapped his fingers and one of the orcs brought a small box to its master, opening the lid for him. Breakabone reached in. ‘We don’t use traditional methods of torture in the Teethpullerz clan, pain has its place but I find this method to be of more use when extracting the right words from my prisoners, it has never failed me yet.’ Breakabone pulled out the stiffest gryphon feather Leet had ever seen. Realisation dawned on Leets face, and Jamthirs sureness faded instantly.
Breakabone laughed loudly as his naked form moved towards the end of the torture rack and Jamthirs exposed feet.
‘Tell me night-elf, are your toes ticklish?’
If u like it say so, if u dont say so too. Im open to criticism and welcome feedback.
Tkd
Rothgars Treasure. Part 1.
A Leet, Klo and Jamthir adventure.
Leet could only remember the attack as it had started; The orcs had appeared out of now-where from the hillside and charged down upon their camp, battering the group of adventurers with blow after vicious blow. The orc raiding party was a small one, maybe only ten orcs, but one orc could easily take on four of five from the smaller races and come out the better. The orcs quickly scattered the 12 strong group, it was clear they had orders to capture and not kill, not a single killing blow was struck, unusual for an orc raiding party. But the orcs had not counted on the quickness of the adventurers, made up of night-elves, humans and dwarves. The six dwarves had stood and fought, but were quickly overthrown and battered to unconsciousness, two of the three night-elves merged into the shadows and fled, leaving only Jamthir, a strong, heavily armoured warrior to fight. Leet knew his companions, the other two humans, had fled instantly, leaving himself, a warrior also, to stand and fight by Jamthirs side.
The last thing Leet remembered was seeing Jamthir fall as he was clubbed around the head by an orc, and feeling a similar blow to the back of his own head.
Leet guessed the orcs had carried the six dwarves, Jamthir and himself to their current location. A pale of water had woken him and he was dragged along with Jamthir, the fate of the dwarves was unknown to him, across a large drawbridge into a tall stone keep. The orcs half dragged, half carried the two warriors into a large stone hall that was adorned with the markings and flags of the orcs clan. At the end of the hall stood a throne, and sitting in it, waiting for them, was an extremely large orc. Leet recognised him, it was Grabbatooth, the leader of the Teethpullerz, the most feared orc clan in the land. Fear struck Leet, no-one faced Grabbatooth and ever returned. The fear was apparent of Jamthirs face too, his pale blue skin and long green hair, common with night-elves, couldn’t hide his emotion as it usually could with so many of the night-elf people. The orcs dumped the two captives at the feet of Grabbatooths throne. Leet reached for his small axe but found all his weapons to be missing, Jamthir too could not lay any of his weapons to hand. Defenseless they both slumped and bowed to the orc lord, a sign of submission.
Grabbatooth stood from his throne.
‘My orcs tell me you are seeking the hidden vault of Rothgar’
The growl and grunt of his voice was harsh, even for an orc.
‘I myself have been searching for the vault for some time, your dwarf friends confessed to my orcs that they knew its location, and the means to enter the vault, in exchange for their lives. But we all know how treacherous dwarves are where gold and treasure is concerned, rather than have the trouble of putting up with their deviousness I saw fit to dispose of them.’
The orc lord laughed and howled in his own grunting manner for a number of seconds.
‘Before they were dealt with they also confessed that you two knew the location of the vault and the means to enter it as well. You will tell me how to get the treasure inside or you will meet the same fate as the dwarves, I will personally throw you from the battlements of this keep.’
Jamthir looked the orc lord in the eye, a last, small amount of found bravery filling his voice.
‘We will tell you nothing orc, we will never talk, kill us, it is better than letting an orc have the gold!’
Leet didnt feel as sure as Jamthir seemed to, but voiced the same opinions anyway, although without as much steelness in his voice.
Grabbatooth surveyed the two captured warriors, an evil grin stretching across his face.
’You have some fight in you, good. I have decided not to kill you, threats of death bore me these days, there are better ways to extract information. Much more persuasive and… fun ways.’
He looked up from the prisoners to the orcs that had delivered Jamthir and Leet to him.
‘Take them to the torture chamber, Breakabone and his crew will deal with them.’
With that final order Grabbatooth sat back in his throne as the orc raiding party dragged Leet and Jamthir to the side of the hall and down a spiral staircase, inevitably leading to the torture chamber where Breakabone would soon be entertaining his new guests.
Klo was a rogue for hire, highly skilled in many arts. She specialised however, in the art of information extraction. She could get any kind of information, any way she needed, wether it be from torture or exploiting natures gifts. Klo was attractive, she had blonde pigtailed hair and a full, curvaceous, somewhat chubby, figure. Far from being fat her figure only made her more desirable, and she exploited it by squeezing her curves into tight leather trousers and too small leather corsets that made her very large breasts leave little to the imagination.
She had been following a group of adventurers, all she knew was that they must be followed and once they reached their destination she must capture one of the group and extract any information she could from them, and report back to her employer.
Who her employer was she did not know, they had remained hidden and had hired her through a servant who brought her a sealed envelope with instructions. But the gold was good, two large bags of it on completion of her task, and anything she could take from the group was hers to keep. As long as she was paid she didn’t mind the kind of work.
Klo had tracked the group for miles, but had hung back when an orc raiding party attacked, fearing she may be caught up in the attack. She had watched two elves flee and two humans do the same shortly after, the dwarves had been beaten down quickly and the remaining elf and human were knocked down easily, no match for that many orcs. She recognised the orcs as Teethpullerz, not easy targets. She could see this wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought. Using her better judgement she decided to track down the two fleeing humans, two females, they would be the easiest to find, night-elves could disappear into the shadows too easily. If she could catch them quick enough, and she was sure she could, she would have time for some fun before getting down to business. Despite the turn of events she had witnessed Klo smiled, perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
The torture chamber was brightly lit, and surprisingly clean for a place inhabited by orcs. The light came from wooden torches placed generously around the walls. Leet and Jamthir had been separated once they had entered what was clearly the dungeon, a row of small rooms, cells, lined the sides of the narrow corridor and at the far end, a steel door. Leet had a feeling that the door was the entrance to the torture chamber.
Leet was thrown into the first cell on the left and Jamthir thrown into the opposite cell. One of the orcs followed Leet into the cell and bolted the solid door behind him, Leet could see another orc enter and begin to do the same as it entered Jamthirs cell.
Trapped in the cell with the orc Leet wasn’t sure what to do.
’Stay away from me, stay back.’ His warnings were dismissed by the orc, who grunted and pushed Leet to the ground. Leet tried to push the orc away but it was too strong, the orc held him down and began to strip away his armour and clothes. Soon there was a pile of armour and clothes in the corner and the orc dragged the naked Leet to the wall and chained his wrists above his head, and shackled his ankles to the ground. Leet was completely naked and chained to the wall, he guessed Jamthir was in the same situation. The orc surveyed him for a second, unbolted the door of the cell and left. But a few moments later the door was unbolted and a different orc entered, this one wore no armour, in fact, it wore little at all. A pair of worn leather wristbands and a pair of stiff leather shoulder coifs were all that adorned its huge frame, and a belt that hung across its chest which looked like it was made to hold small instruments and tools. It didn’t seem bothered that it was essentially naked. Leet had never seen an orc naked before, it was a strange sight. The size of the orcs genitalia were impressive, to say the least. The new orc grunted and unchained him from the wall, and carried him to the large steel door at the end of the corridor, rapped on the door with his huge fists and entered as another orc allowed him through, bolting the door behind them.
Inside the brightly lit torture chamber Leet tried to take as much in as he could. Five male orcs were wandering around, preparing various bits and pieces no doubt, they were all the dressed the same, leather wristbands and shoulder coifs, each one with a belt around their chests or waists. Leet had been tied to an upright table by the orc that had carried him in before it went to prepare things with the others. Leet, naked and stretched out on the upright torture table, was trying to remain calm, but this was proving difficult. The orcs had conglomerated in the far corner of the room, they were busy with something on the table they were around. One of the orcs moved to head of the table and turned a crank. Leet heard a small groan from the table as the crank was turned. The orcs dragged the torture rack across the room and pulled it to a halt just beside the upright torture table where Leet was chained. Leet gasped as he saw the naked form of Jamthir, stretched out tightly on the rack.
Just then the steel door to the torture chamber opened and Breakabone entered. He was taller than the other orcs and heavier built. All orcs looked the same to Leet but Breakabone stood out, he was completely naked, not even bothering with wrist bands and shoulder coifs like the others. He strode over to the torture rack where Jamthir was outstretched. Breakabone laughed heartily with an orcish grunt for a moment. ‘Finally some new toys to play with, an elf and a human, this will be interesting! I am Breakabone, the head torturer for the Teethpullerz clan. You will reveal to me all you know of Rothgars vault.’
Again Jamthir found the bravery to speak.
‘Never orc, torture us all you will, I will never break.’
‘Brave words night-elf, your human companion can watch as I torture you first.’
Breakabone snapped his fingers and one of the orcs brought a small box to its master, opening the lid for him. Breakabone reached in. ‘We don’t use traditional methods of torture in the Teethpullerz clan, pain has its place but I find this method to be of more use when extracting the right words from my prisoners, it has never failed me yet.’ Breakabone pulled out the stiffest gryphon feather Leet had ever seen. Realisation dawned on Leets face, and Jamthirs sureness faded instantly.
Breakabone laughed loudly as his naked form moved towards the end of the torture rack and Jamthirs exposed feet.
‘Tell me night-elf, are your toes ticklish?’
