Jaynin
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Xsara V'sil was a woman who prided herself on focus and strict self-discipline. Long, raven black hair, a toned and scuplted body with long legs and full breasts, bearing just the slightest hint of a darker skin tone, she was a woman who radiated beauty but also commanded respect. Her face was often set in a stern expression that was heightened by her striking facial features and dark, piercing eyes. Xsara was often likened to a goddess, not just from her physical appearance but also because of her regal, often unapproachable, air. Beautiful as she was, no man had yet managed to penetrate her outer shell. She remained in many ways an enigma that only one man constantly tried to decipher, but dogged persistence alone did not impress Xsara V'sil. Not when it was accompanied by a lack of strong character and an indolence and wicked lewdness that she openly despised.
Yet, as many suspected, there was much more to Xsara V'sil than her public persona would suggest. It would just take an iron will and self-discipline stronger than her own to break through and reach the soft Xsara within. This would be no easy task; Xsara was trained every day in resisting temptation by her sensitive body, a dozen soft spots waiting to be exploited. Xsara was just out of the ordinary because she did not crumble and give way just because someone found a soft spot. The physical yearnings and desires were locked up with the soft Xsara inside of her, only to be released when a worthy soul passed by the gatekeeper. But, there were soft spots other than physical ones.
As Xsara left her personal quarters to walk the short distance across campus to her school building, her mind turned to the golden-haired, delightfully supple elf, Jelex. Xsara knew that the elf was a mischeivous sort, and had realized a slowly growing desire to tame the wild elf through vigorous instruction. Instruction that was of a sort to make Xsara lick her lips with soft glee. She had seen the entire episode on the seashore involving Jelex and Mona. Seen it, and not lifted a finger to stop it. In fact, she had delighted in the whole thing. Thoughts of the episode, of how she might have enjoyed joining in, on how she might have provided her own twist, were playing about in her mind as she entered the building and headed for the classroom where she was to deliver her lecture.
Xsara arrived in the classroom a few minutes early, as she always did, and arranged her notes on the wooden podium at the front. In truth the room was too large to be considered a classroom, with tiered seats and an amphitheater layout, but not exactly big enough to be described as a lecture hall. The podium was wide, with a hollow space beneath it and a shelf to place things on, and it was flanked by a large desk on either side, so that other speakers could sit next to the podium if present. But Xsara was alone, and she hardly glanced at her notes. She knew what she was going to say without the need for reminders.
Soon the students began to file in, diverse in shape and size, all gifted with abilities beyond those of normal humans, but every bit as chatty and undisciplined as their counterparts in public schools. Xsara waited impassively for the clock to show precisely one-fifteen, at which time she would begin talking. About all that could be said for the assembled students was that they fell silent as class began. It was no secret that Xsara V’sil did not tolerate foolishness or disruption, and without preamble she began to speak.
“The most powerful factor in your own development and the control you will gain over your diverse abilities is unquestionably your discipline and inner focus. I refuse to accept that there is someone who has such potential and will waste it by not applying his or her self. Even the most naturally gifted of you will be perpetuating a terrible waste if you do not learn control over yourself. In the realm of meta-human abilities, your greatest asset is your self-control. I intend to see to it that each and every one of you is capable of applying one hundred percent of your attention to your abilities and not wasting time being distracted by foolish things.”
Unbeknownst to any of the students in the room, as soon as Xsara had spoken her second sentence a hidden drama had started to unfold. Carefully, a gentle pair of hands had taken hold of her left ankle and slowly bent Xsara’s leg back until her knee was at a right angle, her foot facing the back wall and toes pointed at the floor. There was a soft, almost imperceptible sound of something sliding along the carpet, and then a padded U-shaped stirrup snugly fit around Xsara’s ankle, keeping her foot propped in midair and essentially putting her in a position standing on one leg. The soft leather slipper that Xsara favored was worked off and set on the floor, and the pair of hands commenced a massage of Xsara’s butter-soft sole, moving with an expert touch.
This was all unknown to the students, whose view of the space behind Xsara was blocked by the podium and the desks. Xsara herself provided no indication that any such thing was happening, no change of facial expression and no pause or hitch in her voice. Xsara had not come as far as she had by being a hypocrite; the standards of exacting self-discipline and unwavering focus that she demanded of others, she rigidly followed herself. This was not to say that Xsara did not feel anything from the hands rubbing her feet, far from it. Her sensitive flesh transmitted every subtle movement and sensation. Xsara simply acknowledged the pleasant feeling and refused to allow it to influence her self-control.
There was only the briefest pause by the hands as they shifted, and a new, cold sensation began spreading on Xsara’s foot. A cold pack wrapped in fabric Xsara judged it to be, refusing to even turn her head to look at the culprit undoubtedly stretched out on the ground behind her. “When attempting to solve a problem, it is the disciplined mind that first solves it. When in a contest of strength, it is the focused mind that brings the greatest power to bear. When in training, it is the one who understands that the greatest power comes not as a gift or blessing from others but from one’s own self that makes the greatest strides. Xsara’s left foot was awash in a slightly tingling chill, but it was easy enough to discount, even as cold fingers manipulated the flesh, wiggling her toes back and forth with gentle precision. Xsara refused to budge.
“Let me return to the point of conflict between two individuals.” The cold was now being rapidly washed away by gentle warmth, a sensation that felt especially good, and Xsara’s control slipped just a tiny fraction. A small smile, and slightly narrowed eyes, formed an expression that was one-tenth reaction to the warm massage and nine-tenths smug gloating to herself over having bested her unknown trickster thus far. A flicker of a smile that was gone as if it had never been, yet the smugness retained an echo of its existence. “History celebrates those who triumphed against physically superior opponents. In conflict, victory goes to the most cunning, but guile is predicated upon the ability to distract, harry, and weaken. A focused mind that does not succumb to cheap tricks and distracting ploys emerges victorious. The weak cannot conquer the strong if the strong do not allow their strength to be diverted. The strong cannot conquer the weak if the strong waste their efforts in foolish endeavors. Discipline yourselves, and you will rise above the level of mere parlor tricks.”
Xsara’s foot was slightly warmer than the rest of her body, and it tingled in a faint echo of a pleasant sensation. What touched her foot next was not warm nor cold nor the soft flesh of a finger, but something with a small mass of soft bristles that contoured to her foot and sent a shivering sensation up her spine, followed immediately by a flash of not panic but irritation, sensations which were both ruthlessly and immediately vetoed by Xsara’s iron-willed self-control.
Yet, as the brush began to explore the curve of Xsara’s heel, brushing against the semicircle where the arch meets the heel, a part of Xsara’s mind began to stir. The “soft” Xsara, locked away and guarded carefully within her mind, began to beat at her imprisoning walls, demanding to be released. In Xsara’s conceptualization, it was this “inner” Xsara who was being tickled, flouncing about in nothing but a flimsy pink negligee and squirming as her sensitive body soaked up the first ticklish sensations. But she was locked safely away where no one could hear her. Outwardly, Xsara did nothing but flex and wiggle her foot in response, and her irritation resulted from allowing herself to react even that much. “The greatest source of power is control over one’s own actions. Allowing others to dictate your actions, or acting in a foolish manner due to indolence, creates only weakness and holds you back from what you could achieve. When faced with a foe whose power appears unassailable, the natural response of an adversary is to look for a weak spot, a gap to exploit. Self-control cannot eliminate weakness. We are not so far above normal humanity to be without flaws; to think otherwise is arrogant.”
The soft-bristled tool stroked from Xsara’s heel up over her arch, taking its time, not moving in one steady stroke but using short brush motions to cover the same spot many times over, fractionally moving upwards with each stroke and then sometimes moving down if Xsara allowed her foot to wiggle when a particular spot was touched. Xsara’s statement about weak points was ringing all too true; her assailant, she was sure, was searching for that chink in her armor. But she refused to call attention to the drama, even as the soft inner Xsara squealed while her sensitive foot was tickled, giggling and hugging herself and crying to be let out into the open. Xsara was not about to let some prankster interrupt her lesson. “What self-control does allow us to do is minimize the impact of such flaws. When an adversary finds a flaw, they expect your defenses to drop immediately from its exploitation, or look for some other sign that their strategy is bearing fruit. When you refuse to allow your flaws to define you, the exploiter becomes puzzled, and confused, lowering their own focus and discipline and granting you the advantage. We are creatures who seek confirmation of our actions. When you refuse to grant that confirmation, you gain the upper hand in a situation of contest.”
The brush was going up higher – technically, lower, since Xsara’s foot was pointed at the floor. But now it swept slowly up over the ball of her foot, just above the big toe, brushing and stroking as if dusting an artifact with the utmost care. Xsara’s voice did not hitch nor did she wince. There was, however, an almost imperceptible tightening of her grip on the sides of the lectern, because the feelings of ticklishness were spiking up from her foot, striking her brain with an urgency, demanding to be expressed, and Xsara continued to calmly funnel these feelings towards her soft counterpart. Yet the pounding on the secure walls of her mind was growing stronger. The soft Xsara was crying out to be saved from her tickler, who had her foot trapped and was tickling it with a slow, teasing precision, driving her crazy with giggles and making her beg to escape. Xsara refused to let her go free, but her eyes narrowed in irritation. Cracks were forming in that solid barrier between her inner self and the strong gatekeeper. Xsara was actually having to divert some of her focus away from speaking towards containing the tentacles of ticklish reaction that were trying to squirm through her defenses…
The brush was in no hurry. It swept down over the ball of her foot and started experimenting with the pads of her toes, and in her irritation Xsara made her first error. Visibly, she relaxed, feeling the spike of tickling sensation subside and knowing that her control over the situation was restored as the panicked tickled squeals from within quieted to a level where they could be once again ignored. “Thusly, this brings us to the ultimate point of the lecture. The originating point for all these qualities, self-control, discipline, and focus, is one’s own mind. By training one’s mind, by using it to regulate and control the body, one gains focus and discipline. The body is a servant of nature. It can only respond to base stimuli. But the mind is what controls the body. By having the mind dictate to the body instead of the other way around, one gains focus and discipline.”
The brush, sensing the lack of response from Xsara’s toes, slowly swept up to the ball of her foot, making horizontal strokes now instead of vertical, and using the same unhurried brushing strokes, but also now inserting strokes from random directions, to keep Xsara from predicting its path. Again her fingers imperceptibly tensed on the edges of the lectern, knowing that this time it would be bad… Hurling herself against the barrier, the inner Xsara squealed for mercy, begging for her foot to be let go, begging for the tickling to stop, squirming all around in a most undignified manner and letting her body show through her clothes in a most immoral fashion. Xsara’s lecture was on automatic pilot, her brain delivering the words she had thought about so long, but without cognizance, without processing the sounds into words with meaning, because she was so wrapped up in fighting against the tickling. Now she had to divert even more focus to plug the cracks in her carefully constructed mental barrier, pressing back against it as the inner Xsara pleaded for release, her cries and giggles starting to leak out into the open, making Xsara’s mouth twitch into a bare smile for a half second before she erased it.
Xsara fought to keep any sign of the tickling from her face and voice. Below the podium, her foot wiggled and crunched and made any sort of maneuver that would alleviate the tickling, but the brush was insistent, tickling more now, brushing faster, zeroing in on the sensitive flesh and stroking it to a state of insane sensitivity. Xsara narrowed her focus, tuning out everything else until just two things remained; continuing with her lecture, and suppressing the effects of the tickling. And yet still it felt as if she might burst. Her inner self was flailing wildly, begging, pleading to be released from the confinement, and Xsara found it harder and harder to keep her quiet. Her toes were being forced to stay in place by a firm grip, and the brush teased mercilessly over the ball of her foot, making her quiver, and Xsara opened her mouth…
With startling suddenness, the tickling stopped, and it caught Xsara off-guard for a moment, leaving her perplexed, until she realized that she had come to the end of the lecture and dismissed her students, the last of whom were now filing out of the room, talking and laughing amongst themselves as they went to their next class or back to their rooms in the dormitories. For nearly a full minute Xsara just stood there, feeling numbly surprised, staring at nothing across the empty room, before she hopped enough to let her ankle out of the stirrup and slide her foot back into the slipper it had lost. “Now… I believe you and I are…” Xsara started to say, turning to fix the prankster with a glare and inwardly enjoying the thought of him or her quivering with dread and uncertainty over the failure of the plan.
But there was no one.
Xsara stared blankly at the floor, disbelief clouding her mind. And yet, even as she struggled to make sense of what had just happened, a different sensation rose up to engulf the puzzlement. For a few seconds, maybe a full minute, Xsara imagined what it might be like to let the soft Xsara within out into the open. What it might have been like to be that squealing, giggling woman thrashing about in a skimpy piece of clothing and sacrificing all her cares to the control of another. But she soon enough quashed that thought and herded her back into the confinement of the strong barriers. There were ways to have fun without sacrificing so much control. Oh yes, there were. And with sudden clarity, it sprang into Xsara’s mind who might have been responsible for the trick, and how they might have done it. A grin spread on Xsara’s face as she realized who might be responsible, and how she might address the issue…
Later that evening, when all scheduled classes were over and the sun was setting on a quiet campus, Xsara V’sil slipped out of her room wearing attire that might have seemed misplaced on her; she was going about in a rather modest pair of gray sweatpants and a loose white windbreaker that was nonetheless zipped up to her neck. It might have made more sense if one knew that her destination was the school’s gymnasium, but then again that might have triggered the question of why, since Xsara was not known to frequent it. The reason for her visit was a secret, but Xsara was definitely not going to lift weights or any such foolishness. No, she had a different objective in mind…
Once within the spacious, multi-story gymnasium, Xsara confirmed that it was deserted at this time of the evening and made her way to the ladies’ locker room, where she stored the duffel bag she had brought with her inside a locker, as well as doffing the windbreaker and removing the sweatpants. Now Xsara was clad in a form-fitting exercise outfit, a sheer one-piece black bodysuit with the top half covered by a tight white shirt. She was just minus the leg warmers (which looked silly in her eyes) and a sweatband, with which she would have looked like the stereotypical gym video instructor. Stepping out into the gym wearing white sneakers, she walked quickly but silently across the waxed wooden floor, which had line markings for indoor basketball and soccer games. She ascended the stairs to the second floor, where the aerobic and gymnastic equipment was, and smiled as she spotted her reward.
Jelex Hanashite, the blonde-haired, perpetually moving elf girl, was currently on her back, bowed to match the arched contour of the exercise ball that she was laying upon. Not content with just that, she had both the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet planted firmly upon the floor, her body flexed in a perfect arch, and with a little rise and wiggle of her hips, she got the ball to roll slowly to the side, and then relaxed, her body holding the arch with hardly a quiver of fatigue or tension. Because of her position, her head was upside down and facing away from Xsara, allowing the taller woman to approach unseen. It was a beautiful opportunity.
Xsara took a moment to admire Jelex. The elf was about average height for a human female, maybe a little on the short side, but taller for her people. She was, however, in defiance of pretty much every elven stereotype that humans were aware of… and from what Xsara understood, in defiance of what most elves expected as well. But she was her own person, a wild and untamed source of energy. If she would just apply herself… and yet, Xsara found her total lack of discipline to be one of the qualities that drew her attention. Maybe it was a desire to tame the untamed, to bring the wild elf girl to heel. She flaunted herself too much. That needed to be corrected, Xsara thought with a grin, examining how Jelex wore little but sneakers, a small pair of tight gray shorts, and a black tank top, leaving most of her skin exposed. Her blonde hair, usually hanging below her shoulders, was pooled and tangled around her long ears and on the floor.
When Xsara’s long fingers carefully reached out and lowered Jelex’s shorts just a fraction so she could scratch at the skin over the elf’s hipbones, the reaction was pure, vintage Jelex. A squeal of surprise, a sudden squirming, a convulsive giggle, and a collapse of the beautiful arch, leaving a surprised, giggling girl curled up and on her side lying on the blue exercise mat. She was nothing if not resilient, and soon had stretched out and sat up. “Holy crap, you scared me stupid. I didn’t think you came to the gym, uhm… Miss V’sil.” Xsara knew that the proper title coming from Jelex was a mark of sarcasm more than anything else, but she brushed aside the slight and smiled, a smile that was somewhat unsettling to the elf girl. “Uh… well, did you want to ask me something?”
“Actually, yes, I did,” Xsara said smoothly, sliding her fingers onto the elf’s belly and keeping them there even after she curled up around Xsara’s hand with another squealed giggle. “And I think you know about what, but to refresh your memory, I’m here to talk about your little prank in my class this afternoon.” Jelex didn’t give the appearance that she was listing, mostly because she was trying to pry Xsara’s wiggling fingers off of her toned stomach and roll free. It finally occurred to her to uncurl and then roll away, which she did, turning on her side with her back facing Xsara, but Xsara just persisted and scratched on the hip again, leading Jelex to giggle and turn back, facing Xsara, so that the hip she’d tickled was against the mat.
Xsara gave Jelex credit. She must have been practicing her dissimulation skills, because while she was good at carrying out pranks and thinking them up, she was not so good if caught and confronted. Sitting next to Jelex on the floor, Xsara examined the situation, and then scooted down slightly, taking one of Jelex’s ankles in her grip and sliding the loosely tied shoe off, then tossing it aside and running her fingernails against the thin ankle sock. “Heeeheheheee! Hehehehe! Stoooop! Sthahahaheheh stop tickling!” Xsara held firm and grinned as Jelex tried to twist and crawl away rather than swing her leg laterally to tear free from Xsara’s grip. It was an exact case in point of how discipline and focus gave one the advantage… far from stopping her tickling, Xsara’s nails homed in on the spot just below the ball of her foot, the soft center, and gave it an experimental scratch.
“HYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” With a burst of energy that startled Xsara, Jelex slipped her foot straight through Xsara’s fingers, though she sacrificed her sock in the process, leaving her with one foot bare and one foot still shod. “Hehehehe… hey, what’s with all the tickling all of the sudden? I didn’t pull any prank today… um… I haven’t… don’t know what you’re talking about.” Xsara was fairly certain that Jelex had been behind more than one prank – the itching powder in her underwear incident she was all but certain Jelex was behind – and so she was not swayed when Jelex maintained her innocence. She was backing away, arms hugged over her stomach with her hands resting on hips as defense against further tickling, while Xsara stalked after her in a slow, confident gait.
For a brief flash of a second Xsara considered stopping, and raising her arms, showing her body and seeing if Jelex would take the bait. But she knew herself well enough to know that if anyone would batter down the wall and let the unreliable, giggly, soft Xsara out into the open, it would be Jelex, and she couldn’t take that risk. Instead she feinted left, feinted again, and was easily in position to lunge right when Jelex tried to shuffle in that direction, pinning Jelex to the wall she had unwittingly backed up against and immediately striking, not at the bare stomach and hips she longed to torment but at Jelex’s bare thighs and legs. The unorthodox movement startled Jelex as well, making her giggle and quiver with indecision before trying to cover herself, but the tight tangle of her body against Xsara’s worked against her, making it hard for Jelex to navigate the arms and legs with enough freedom of movement to defend herself. She let loose a stream of babbled giggles and went down to her knees, then trying to squirt out forward between Xsara’s legs and make a crawl for freedom.
Xsara quickly squatted straight down at the exact moment when Jelex’s ankles were beneath her, sitting astride the backs of her legs and trapping her feet once again. This time, since they were against the floor, Jelex had no way of wiggling or moving them, and though she pulled mightily, she couldn’t gain enough purchase against the mat to dislodge her legs from Xsara’s weight yet. With a smile of glee, Xsara tossed aside the other sneaker and eased the foot from its short sock, and then went to work immediately tickling the soft spots beneath the balls of Jelex’s feet. No teasing, no buildup; if Xsara’s plan worked as it should, there would be time for that later… now was the time to exhaust the maverick elf by making her expend her considerable energies in fruitless, ticklish struggles.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Heheheehehehehe don’t don’t dhahahahahhaahH DON’T THEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAH thehehAHAHH tickle mehEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE thereeeee!!! HEHEHEHEEHHE SEHTHEHHEAAA STOOOOP THHEHEHEHEHEE HTEHEHA THAAAAT!” Jelex howled with laughter, wriggling helplessly and scrabbling at the slick blue mat with her fingers, trying to grip something for leverage, then pounding her fists on the mat in a ticklish fit as she tried to twist her body to the left and then to the right. But the long, graceful fingers wielding hellishly scratching fingernails were stroking in a masterful manner, tormenting the energetic Jelex’s ticklish soles with stroke after stroke. Jelex’s most ticklish spot was actually not her feet, but the elf’s body was so sensitive all over that her feet were extremely ticklish anyway. Like Xsara, her worst weakness lay elsewhere, but the feet were a very good starting point… “THEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE I HAHAA ehehehhEHEHeh dhahahah don’t knhahahaehehehehehe ahahah know aagahahahahahhEhehEHEHEHEH anything don’t thehehahahah tickle!!!”
Xsara blinked for a moment, and then smiled. Ahh, yes. The poor girl still thought Xsara was tickling her to confess to involvement in the little prank and maintaining her innocence. What she couldn’t know was that Xsara had already decided she was guilty, and furthermore, using it as a pretext for something else she had had already decided to do. When Jelex’s struggles weakened as a result of being tickled and pulling so hard on her legs, Xsara waited for her chance, tickling her harder and harder and relishing every ticklish scream from the elf girl until she heard what she had been waiting for; after one of Jelex’s periodic attempts to pull free, she heard labored panting afterwards, and felt the body beneath her relax in fatigue. Now was her chance. Quickly, Xsara spun around, positioning herself so that she was laying prone atop Jelex, pushing the elf girl into the floor with her body weight, and more importantly pushing down on her shoulders to keep her arms pinned close to the floor and above her body with little freedom of movement. Then, and only then, did Xsara stop for a little fun. “Such a ticklish little elf, aren’t we? You’d think that you would know better than to go around… showing off yourself like this,” Xsara said, teasing gently into Jelex’s ear and blowing a stream of air against the back of it, feeling the elf shudder beneath her.
“Hehehe… I don’t… I didn’t… I swear I didn’t… really didn’t do it this time… hehehe… ahhaeheee… hehehe I don’t… hehe… know what – nohohooo god no don’t oh please no don’t please please nooooo…!” Jelex’s voice suddenly hitched as Xsara’s fingers slid down her sides, hooking into the waistband of her shorts and sliding them down, much further than before, sliding them over her hips entirely and down until they were stretched across her knees. Jelex tensed, trying not to laugh as she felt Xsara’s fingers slowly slide into the sensitive areas along her hips and waist and thighs, stroking and sliding but not scratching yet. Still, this was making Jelex quiver with giggling and ticklishness, anticipating the moment when Xsara would exploit her sensitive areas… and yet Xsara was the mistress of torment, of mental anguish, as she slid her fingers up, grazing the sides and the stomach as they slipped under the fabric of Jelex's tank top, tickling at her ribs and slowly easing the fabric upwards. "Sthahahahaahah haahahahahah damn damn dahahahahheheehh damn you.... damn you adhahahahahheeheh damnahahahahahha you..." Jelex giggled breathlessly, the wheels of her mind turning in place as she could barely string together a coherent thought, much less a phrase. Before too long, Jelex's tank top was bunched around her neck as Xsara slowly tickled her underarms, cooing gently with teasing tickle talk that made Jelex wiggle and try and scoot forward, though her effort was in vain due to her fatigue and Xsara's weight atop her.
"Noehhehehehee... heheheh stop... stop... hehehe... c'mon, stop tickling," Jelex pleaded, her strength starting to wane from almost fifteen minutes of constant tickling and struggling. "STahhahahahahaahhaahaaaappit theheheheheahahah ehehahhahshs hteheh stheheheahahaa - AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAHAHEHEHEEHEEH NOO NO NOH EHEHHE PLEAHHEEHAHHE HEHEEH PLEHAHAHAH EHEHEH PLEASE PLEASEEEE!!!" Jelex's head, which had been down on the mat and muffling her constant, helpless, cute giggles, suddenly came up, eyes wide with ticklish screaming as she howled her laughter to the empty gymnasium. Xsara's fingers had delved back down to Jelex's waist and hips, tickling along her panty line, down to her inner thighs, back up around the hips, scritching and scratching and tickling constantly. Even as Jelex writhed on the ground and begged for Xsara's mercy she did not stop, giggling until her face was cherry-red and her body hitched with every exhausted giggle.
Xsara's fingers were still teasing, now dipping below the waistband of Jelex's red panties to slide down just above her most sensitive points, and tickled there with short, rapid strokes of her nails, which made Jelex expel her lungs in another blast of laughter and quiver on the ground. Only then did Xsara ease up and stand, getting off of the elf, but as Xsara had predicted, had hoped, Jelex did not, her body weak and wobbly from protracted tickling. Xsara just waited, complacently, for Jelex to wobble to her feet, a process that took a good minute, and she hobbled for the door, too tired to argue or even ask why Xsara had done this, yet. But no sooner had Jelex gotten two steps than Xsara pressed up against her back, sliding fingers around her sides, and started to tickle her firm stomach, scratching with wild abandon using her fingernails.
Jelex squealed, begging, "OHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEH NO HEHEHEHE NO NO HEHEEHEHAHAHAH EHEHEHEH NO MAHAHAHAHHA!!!" But her effort to spring forward out of Xsara's reach just ended up with her sagging against the taller woman's midsection, arms helpless and rubbery, and she just stood there and giggled, turning her head to the side with a weak cough before giggling some more. Resting her palms on Jelex's hips, Xsara rubbed lightly as she spoke in a no-nonsense tone.
"Come back with me, no questions, no trying to escape, and I'll let you have a shower and change and a rest. Resist me, and I'll tie you up in the locker room, tickle you even more than I have now, and leave you there overnight. Are we understanding each other?" Jelex just gave a weak nod of her head, and Xsara grinned. "Good... because we have a long night of instruction ahead of us. Let's not dawdle," she said, taking hold of Jelex's arm and walking her back to the locker room, with the tired elf stumbling behind in her wake.
"In...instruction...?" Jelex asked weakly, still not quite understanding what the point of all this was.
"Yes, instruction." Xsara's lips curved in a smile. "Special instruction, Jelex, just for you..."
Yet, as many suspected, there was much more to Xsara V'sil than her public persona would suggest. It would just take an iron will and self-discipline stronger than her own to break through and reach the soft Xsara within. This would be no easy task; Xsara was trained every day in resisting temptation by her sensitive body, a dozen soft spots waiting to be exploited. Xsara was just out of the ordinary because she did not crumble and give way just because someone found a soft spot. The physical yearnings and desires were locked up with the soft Xsara inside of her, only to be released when a worthy soul passed by the gatekeeper. But, there were soft spots other than physical ones.
As Xsara left her personal quarters to walk the short distance across campus to her school building, her mind turned to the golden-haired, delightfully supple elf, Jelex. Xsara knew that the elf was a mischeivous sort, and had realized a slowly growing desire to tame the wild elf through vigorous instruction. Instruction that was of a sort to make Xsara lick her lips with soft glee. She had seen the entire episode on the seashore involving Jelex and Mona. Seen it, and not lifted a finger to stop it. In fact, she had delighted in the whole thing. Thoughts of the episode, of how she might have enjoyed joining in, on how she might have provided her own twist, were playing about in her mind as she entered the building and headed for the classroom where she was to deliver her lecture.
Xsara arrived in the classroom a few minutes early, as she always did, and arranged her notes on the wooden podium at the front. In truth the room was too large to be considered a classroom, with tiered seats and an amphitheater layout, but not exactly big enough to be described as a lecture hall. The podium was wide, with a hollow space beneath it and a shelf to place things on, and it was flanked by a large desk on either side, so that other speakers could sit next to the podium if present. But Xsara was alone, and she hardly glanced at her notes. She knew what she was going to say without the need for reminders.
Soon the students began to file in, diverse in shape and size, all gifted with abilities beyond those of normal humans, but every bit as chatty and undisciplined as their counterparts in public schools. Xsara waited impassively for the clock to show precisely one-fifteen, at which time she would begin talking. About all that could be said for the assembled students was that they fell silent as class began. It was no secret that Xsara V’sil did not tolerate foolishness or disruption, and without preamble she began to speak.
“The most powerful factor in your own development and the control you will gain over your diverse abilities is unquestionably your discipline and inner focus. I refuse to accept that there is someone who has such potential and will waste it by not applying his or her self. Even the most naturally gifted of you will be perpetuating a terrible waste if you do not learn control over yourself. In the realm of meta-human abilities, your greatest asset is your self-control. I intend to see to it that each and every one of you is capable of applying one hundred percent of your attention to your abilities and not wasting time being distracted by foolish things.”
Unbeknownst to any of the students in the room, as soon as Xsara had spoken her second sentence a hidden drama had started to unfold. Carefully, a gentle pair of hands had taken hold of her left ankle and slowly bent Xsara’s leg back until her knee was at a right angle, her foot facing the back wall and toes pointed at the floor. There was a soft, almost imperceptible sound of something sliding along the carpet, and then a padded U-shaped stirrup snugly fit around Xsara’s ankle, keeping her foot propped in midair and essentially putting her in a position standing on one leg. The soft leather slipper that Xsara favored was worked off and set on the floor, and the pair of hands commenced a massage of Xsara’s butter-soft sole, moving with an expert touch.
This was all unknown to the students, whose view of the space behind Xsara was blocked by the podium and the desks. Xsara herself provided no indication that any such thing was happening, no change of facial expression and no pause or hitch in her voice. Xsara had not come as far as she had by being a hypocrite; the standards of exacting self-discipline and unwavering focus that she demanded of others, she rigidly followed herself. This was not to say that Xsara did not feel anything from the hands rubbing her feet, far from it. Her sensitive flesh transmitted every subtle movement and sensation. Xsara simply acknowledged the pleasant feeling and refused to allow it to influence her self-control.
There was only the briefest pause by the hands as they shifted, and a new, cold sensation began spreading on Xsara’s foot. A cold pack wrapped in fabric Xsara judged it to be, refusing to even turn her head to look at the culprit undoubtedly stretched out on the ground behind her. “When attempting to solve a problem, it is the disciplined mind that first solves it. When in a contest of strength, it is the focused mind that brings the greatest power to bear. When in training, it is the one who understands that the greatest power comes not as a gift or blessing from others but from one’s own self that makes the greatest strides. Xsara’s left foot was awash in a slightly tingling chill, but it was easy enough to discount, even as cold fingers manipulated the flesh, wiggling her toes back and forth with gentle precision. Xsara refused to budge.
“Let me return to the point of conflict between two individuals.” The cold was now being rapidly washed away by gentle warmth, a sensation that felt especially good, and Xsara’s control slipped just a tiny fraction. A small smile, and slightly narrowed eyes, formed an expression that was one-tenth reaction to the warm massage and nine-tenths smug gloating to herself over having bested her unknown trickster thus far. A flicker of a smile that was gone as if it had never been, yet the smugness retained an echo of its existence. “History celebrates those who triumphed against physically superior opponents. In conflict, victory goes to the most cunning, but guile is predicated upon the ability to distract, harry, and weaken. A focused mind that does not succumb to cheap tricks and distracting ploys emerges victorious. The weak cannot conquer the strong if the strong do not allow their strength to be diverted. The strong cannot conquer the weak if the strong waste their efforts in foolish endeavors. Discipline yourselves, and you will rise above the level of mere parlor tricks.”
Xsara’s foot was slightly warmer than the rest of her body, and it tingled in a faint echo of a pleasant sensation. What touched her foot next was not warm nor cold nor the soft flesh of a finger, but something with a small mass of soft bristles that contoured to her foot and sent a shivering sensation up her spine, followed immediately by a flash of not panic but irritation, sensations which were both ruthlessly and immediately vetoed by Xsara’s iron-willed self-control.
Yet, as the brush began to explore the curve of Xsara’s heel, brushing against the semicircle where the arch meets the heel, a part of Xsara’s mind began to stir. The “soft” Xsara, locked away and guarded carefully within her mind, began to beat at her imprisoning walls, demanding to be released. In Xsara’s conceptualization, it was this “inner” Xsara who was being tickled, flouncing about in nothing but a flimsy pink negligee and squirming as her sensitive body soaked up the first ticklish sensations. But she was locked safely away where no one could hear her. Outwardly, Xsara did nothing but flex and wiggle her foot in response, and her irritation resulted from allowing herself to react even that much. “The greatest source of power is control over one’s own actions. Allowing others to dictate your actions, or acting in a foolish manner due to indolence, creates only weakness and holds you back from what you could achieve. When faced with a foe whose power appears unassailable, the natural response of an adversary is to look for a weak spot, a gap to exploit. Self-control cannot eliminate weakness. We are not so far above normal humanity to be without flaws; to think otherwise is arrogant.”
The soft-bristled tool stroked from Xsara’s heel up over her arch, taking its time, not moving in one steady stroke but using short brush motions to cover the same spot many times over, fractionally moving upwards with each stroke and then sometimes moving down if Xsara allowed her foot to wiggle when a particular spot was touched. Xsara’s statement about weak points was ringing all too true; her assailant, she was sure, was searching for that chink in her armor. But she refused to call attention to the drama, even as the soft inner Xsara squealed while her sensitive foot was tickled, giggling and hugging herself and crying to be let out into the open. Xsara was not about to let some prankster interrupt her lesson. “What self-control does allow us to do is minimize the impact of such flaws. When an adversary finds a flaw, they expect your defenses to drop immediately from its exploitation, or look for some other sign that their strategy is bearing fruit. When you refuse to allow your flaws to define you, the exploiter becomes puzzled, and confused, lowering their own focus and discipline and granting you the advantage. We are creatures who seek confirmation of our actions. When you refuse to grant that confirmation, you gain the upper hand in a situation of contest.”
The brush was going up higher – technically, lower, since Xsara’s foot was pointed at the floor. But now it swept slowly up over the ball of her foot, just above the big toe, brushing and stroking as if dusting an artifact with the utmost care. Xsara’s voice did not hitch nor did she wince. There was, however, an almost imperceptible tightening of her grip on the sides of the lectern, because the feelings of ticklishness were spiking up from her foot, striking her brain with an urgency, demanding to be expressed, and Xsara continued to calmly funnel these feelings towards her soft counterpart. Yet the pounding on the secure walls of her mind was growing stronger. The soft Xsara was crying out to be saved from her tickler, who had her foot trapped and was tickling it with a slow, teasing precision, driving her crazy with giggles and making her beg to escape. Xsara refused to let her go free, but her eyes narrowed in irritation. Cracks were forming in that solid barrier between her inner self and the strong gatekeeper. Xsara was actually having to divert some of her focus away from speaking towards containing the tentacles of ticklish reaction that were trying to squirm through her defenses…
The brush was in no hurry. It swept down over the ball of her foot and started experimenting with the pads of her toes, and in her irritation Xsara made her first error. Visibly, she relaxed, feeling the spike of tickling sensation subside and knowing that her control over the situation was restored as the panicked tickled squeals from within quieted to a level where they could be once again ignored. “Thusly, this brings us to the ultimate point of the lecture. The originating point for all these qualities, self-control, discipline, and focus, is one’s own mind. By training one’s mind, by using it to regulate and control the body, one gains focus and discipline. The body is a servant of nature. It can only respond to base stimuli. But the mind is what controls the body. By having the mind dictate to the body instead of the other way around, one gains focus and discipline.”
The brush, sensing the lack of response from Xsara’s toes, slowly swept up to the ball of her foot, making horizontal strokes now instead of vertical, and using the same unhurried brushing strokes, but also now inserting strokes from random directions, to keep Xsara from predicting its path. Again her fingers imperceptibly tensed on the edges of the lectern, knowing that this time it would be bad… Hurling herself against the barrier, the inner Xsara squealed for mercy, begging for her foot to be let go, begging for the tickling to stop, squirming all around in a most undignified manner and letting her body show through her clothes in a most immoral fashion. Xsara’s lecture was on automatic pilot, her brain delivering the words she had thought about so long, but without cognizance, without processing the sounds into words with meaning, because she was so wrapped up in fighting against the tickling. Now she had to divert even more focus to plug the cracks in her carefully constructed mental barrier, pressing back against it as the inner Xsara pleaded for release, her cries and giggles starting to leak out into the open, making Xsara’s mouth twitch into a bare smile for a half second before she erased it.
Xsara fought to keep any sign of the tickling from her face and voice. Below the podium, her foot wiggled and crunched and made any sort of maneuver that would alleviate the tickling, but the brush was insistent, tickling more now, brushing faster, zeroing in on the sensitive flesh and stroking it to a state of insane sensitivity. Xsara narrowed her focus, tuning out everything else until just two things remained; continuing with her lecture, and suppressing the effects of the tickling. And yet still it felt as if she might burst. Her inner self was flailing wildly, begging, pleading to be released from the confinement, and Xsara found it harder and harder to keep her quiet. Her toes were being forced to stay in place by a firm grip, and the brush teased mercilessly over the ball of her foot, making her quiver, and Xsara opened her mouth…
With startling suddenness, the tickling stopped, and it caught Xsara off-guard for a moment, leaving her perplexed, until she realized that she had come to the end of the lecture and dismissed her students, the last of whom were now filing out of the room, talking and laughing amongst themselves as they went to their next class or back to their rooms in the dormitories. For nearly a full minute Xsara just stood there, feeling numbly surprised, staring at nothing across the empty room, before she hopped enough to let her ankle out of the stirrup and slide her foot back into the slipper it had lost. “Now… I believe you and I are…” Xsara started to say, turning to fix the prankster with a glare and inwardly enjoying the thought of him or her quivering with dread and uncertainty over the failure of the plan.
But there was no one.
Xsara stared blankly at the floor, disbelief clouding her mind. And yet, even as she struggled to make sense of what had just happened, a different sensation rose up to engulf the puzzlement. For a few seconds, maybe a full minute, Xsara imagined what it might be like to let the soft Xsara within out into the open. What it might have been like to be that squealing, giggling woman thrashing about in a skimpy piece of clothing and sacrificing all her cares to the control of another. But she soon enough quashed that thought and herded her back into the confinement of the strong barriers. There were ways to have fun without sacrificing so much control. Oh yes, there were. And with sudden clarity, it sprang into Xsara’s mind who might have been responsible for the trick, and how they might have done it. A grin spread on Xsara’s face as she realized who might be responsible, and how she might address the issue…
Later that evening, when all scheduled classes were over and the sun was setting on a quiet campus, Xsara V’sil slipped out of her room wearing attire that might have seemed misplaced on her; she was going about in a rather modest pair of gray sweatpants and a loose white windbreaker that was nonetheless zipped up to her neck. It might have made more sense if one knew that her destination was the school’s gymnasium, but then again that might have triggered the question of why, since Xsara was not known to frequent it. The reason for her visit was a secret, but Xsara was definitely not going to lift weights or any such foolishness. No, she had a different objective in mind…
Once within the spacious, multi-story gymnasium, Xsara confirmed that it was deserted at this time of the evening and made her way to the ladies’ locker room, where she stored the duffel bag she had brought with her inside a locker, as well as doffing the windbreaker and removing the sweatpants. Now Xsara was clad in a form-fitting exercise outfit, a sheer one-piece black bodysuit with the top half covered by a tight white shirt. She was just minus the leg warmers (which looked silly in her eyes) and a sweatband, with which she would have looked like the stereotypical gym video instructor. Stepping out into the gym wearing white sneakers, she walked quickly but silently across the waxed wooden floor, which had line markings for indoor basketball and soccer games. She ascended the stairs to the second floor, where the aerobic and gymnastic equipment was, and smiled as she spotted her reward.
Jelex Hanashite, the blonde-haired, perpetually moving elf girl, was currently on her back, bowed to match the arched contour of the exercise ball that she was laying upon. Not content with just that, she had both the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet planted firmly upon the floor, her body flexed in a perfect arch, and with a little rise and wiggle of her hips, she got the ball to roll slowly to the side, and then relaxed, her body holding the arch with hardly a quiver of fatigue or tension. Because of her position, her head was upside down and facing away from Xsara, allowing the taller woman to approach unseen. It was a beautiful opportunity.
Xsara took a moment to admire Jelex. The elf was about average height for a human female, maybe a little on the short side, but taller for her people. She was, however, in defiance of pretty much every elven stereotype that humans were aware of… and from what Xsara understood, in defiance of what most elves expected as well. But she was her own person, a wild and untamed source of energy. If she would just apply herself… and yet, Xsara found her total lack of discipline to be one of the qualities that drew her attention. Maybe it was a desire to tame the untamed, to bring the wild elf girl to heel. She flaunted herself too much. That needed to be corrected, Xsara thought with a grin, examining how Jelex wore little but sneakers, a small pair of tight gray shorts, and a black tank top, leaving most of her skin exposed. Her blonde hair, usually hanging below her shoulders, was pooled and tangled around her long ears and on the floor.
When Xsara’s long fingers carefully reached out and lowered Jelex’s shorts just a fraction so she could scratch at the skin over the elf’s hipbones, the reaction was pure, vintage Jelex. A squeal of surprise, a sudden squirming, a convulsive giggle, and a collapse of the beautiful arch, leaving a surprised, giggling girl curled up and on her side lying on the blue exercise mat. She was nothing if not resilient, and soon had stretched out and sat up. “Holy crap, you scared me stupid. I didn’t think you came to the gym, uhm… Miss V’sil.” Xsara knew that the proper title coming from Jelex was a mark of sarcasm more than anything else, but she brushed aside the slight and smiled, a smile that was somewhat unsettling to the elf girl. “Uh… well, did you want to ask me something?”
“Actually, yes, I did,” Xsara said smoothly, sliding her fingers onto the elf’s belly and keeping them there even after she curled up around Xsara’s hand with another squealed giggle. “And I think you know about what, but to refresh your memory, I’m here to talk about your little prank in my class this afternoon.” Jelex didn’t give the appearance that she was listing, mostly because she was trying to pry Xsara’s wiggling fingers off of her toned stomach and roll free. It finally occurred to her to uncurl and then roll away, which she did, turning on her side with her back facing Xsara, but Xsara just persisted and scratched on the hip again, leading Jelex to giggle and turn back, facing Xsara, so that the hip she’d tickled was against the mat.
Xsara gave Jelex credit. She must have been practicing her dissimulation skills, because while she was good at carrying out pranks and thinking them up, she was not so good if caught and confronted. Sitting next to Jelex on the floor, Xsara examined the situation, and then scooted down slightly, taking one of Jelex’s ankles in her grip and sliding the loosely tied shoe off, then tossing it aside and running her fingernails against the thin ankle sock. “Heeeheheheee! Hehehehe! Stoooop! Sthahahaheheh stop tickling!” Xsara held firm and grinned as Jelex tried to twist and crawl away rather than swing her leg laterally to tear free from Xsara’s grip. It was an exact case in point of how discipline and focus gave one the advantage… far from stopping her tickling, Xsara’s nails homed in on the spot just below the ball of her foot, the soft center, and gave it an experimental scratch.
“HYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” With a burst of energy that startled Xsara, Jelex slipped her foot straight through Xsara’s fingers, though she sacrificed her sock in the process, leaving her with one foot bare and one foot still shod. “Hehehehe… hey, what’s with all the tickling all of the sudden? I didn’t pull any prank today… um… I haven’t… don’t know what you’re talking about.” Xsara was fairly certain that Jelex had been behind more than one prank – the itching powder in her underwear incident she was all but certain Jelex was behind – and so she was not swayed when Jelex maintained her innocence. She was backing away, arms hugged over her stomach with her hands resting on hips as defense against further tickling, while Xsara stalked after her in a slow, confident gait.
For a brief flash of a second Xsara considered stopping, and raising her arms, showing her body and seeing if Jelex would take the bait. But she knew herself well enough to know that if anyone would batter down the wall and let the unreliable, giggly, soft Xsara out into the open, it would be Jelex, and she couldn’t take that risk. Instead she feinted left, feinted again, and was easily in position to lunge right when Jelex tried to shuffle in that direction, pinning Jelex to the wall she had unwittingly backed up against and immediately striking, not at the bare stomach and hips she longed to torment but at Jelex’s bare thighs and legs. The unorthodox movement startled Jelex as well, making her giggle and quiver with indecision before trying to cover herself, but the tight tangle of her body against Xsara’s worked against her, making it hard for Jelex to navigate the arms and legs with enough freedom of movement to defend herself. She let loose a stream of babbled giggles and went down to her knees, then trying to squirt out forward between Xsara’s legs and make a crawl for freedom.
Xsara quickly squatted straight down at the exact moment when Jelex’s ankles were beneath her, sitting astride the backs of her legs and trapping her feet once again. This time, since they were against the floor, Jelex had no way of wiggling or moving them, and though she pulled mightily, she couldn’t gain enough purchase against the mat to dislodge her legs from Xsara’s weight yet. With a smile of glee, Xsara tossed aside the other sneaker and eased the foot from its short sock, and then went to work immediately tickling the soft spots beneath the balls of Jelex’s feet. No teasing, no buildup; if Xsara’s plan worked as it should, there would be time for that later… now was the time to exhaust the maverick elf by making her expend her considerable energies in fruitless, ticklish struggles.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Heheheehehehehe don’t don’t dhahahahahhaahH DON’T THEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAH thehehAHAHH tickle mehEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE thereeeee!!! HEHEHEHEEHHE SEHTHEHHEAAA STOOOOP THHEHEHEHEHEE HTEHEHA THAAAAT!” Jelex howled with laughter, wriggling helplessly and scrabbling at the slick blue mat with her fingers, trying to grip something for leverage, then pounding her fists on the mat in a ticklish fit as she tried to twist her body to the left and then to the right. But the long, graceful fingers wielding hellishly scratching fingernails were stroking in a masterful manner, tormenting the energetic Jelex’s ticklish soles with stroke after stroke. Jelex’s most ticklish spot was actually not her feet, but the elf’s body was so sensitive all over that her feet were extremely ticklish anyway. Like Xsara, her worst weakness lay elsewhere, but the feet were a very good starting point… “THEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE I HAHAA ehehehhEHEHeh dhahahah don’t knhahahaehehehehehe ahahah know aagahahahahahhEhehEHEHEHEH anything don’t thehehahahah tickle!!!”
Xsara blinked for a moment, and then smiled. Ahh, yes. The poor girl still thought Xsara was tickling her to confess to involvement in the little prank and maintaining her innocence. What she couldn’t know was that Xsara had already decided she was guilty, and furthermore, using it as a pretext for something else she had had already decided to do. When Jelex’s struggles weakened as a result of being tickled and pulling so hard on her legs, Xsara waited for her chance, tickling her harder and harder and relishing every ticklish scream from the elf girl until she heard what she had been waiting for; after one of Jelex’s periodic attempts to pull free, she heard labored panting afterwards, and felt the body beneath her relax in fatigue. Now was her chance. Quickly, Xsara spun around, positioning herself so that she was laying prone atop Jelex, pushing the elf girl into the floor with her body weight, and more importantly pushing down on her shoulders to keep her arms pinned close to the floor and above her body with little freedom of movement. Then, and only then, did Xsara stop for a little fun. “Such a ticklish little elf, aren’t we? You’d think that you would know better than to go around… showing off yourself like this,” Xsara said, teasing gently into Jelex’s ear and blowing a stream of air against the back of it, feeling the elf shudder beneath her.
“Hehehe… I don’t… I didn’t… I swear I didn’t… really didn’t do it this time… hehehe… ahhaeheee… hehehe I don’t… hehe… know what – nohohooo god no don’t oh please no don’t please please nooooo…!” Jelex’s voice suddenly hitched as Xsara’s fingers slid down her sides, hooking into the waistband of her shorts and sliding them down, much further than before, sliding them over her hips entirely and down until they were stretched across her knees. Jelex tensed, trying not to laugh as she felt Xsara’s fingers slowly slide into the sensitive areas along her hips and waist and thighs, stroking and sliding but not scratching yet. Still, this was making Jelex quiver with giggling and ticklishness, anticipating the moment when Xsara would exploit her sensitive areas… and yet Xsara was the mistress of torment, of mental anguish, as she slid her fingers up, grazing the sides and the stomach as they slipped under the fabric of Jelex's tank top, tickling at her ribs and slowly easing the fabric upwards. "Sthahahahaahah haahahahahah damn damn dahahahahheheehh damn you.... damn you adhahahahahheeheh damnahahahahahha you..." Jelex giggled breathlessly, the wheels of her mind turning in place as she could barely string together a coherent thought, much less a phrase. Before too long, Jelex's tank top was bunched around her neck as Xsara slowly tickled her underarms, cooing gently with teasing tickle talk that made Jelex wiggle and try and scoot forward, though her effort was in vain due to her fatigue and Xsara's weight atop her.
"Noehhehehehee... heheheh stop... stop... hehehe... c'mon, stop tickling," Jelex pleaded, her strength starting to wane from almost fifteen minutes of constant tickling and struggling. "STahhahahahahaahhaahaaaappit theheheheheahahah ehehahhahshs hteheh stheheheahahaa - AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAHAHEHEHEEHEEH NOO NO NOH EHEHHE PLEAHHEEHAHHE HEHEEH PLEHAHAHAH EHEHEH PLEASE PLEASEEEE!!!" Jelex's head, which had been down on the mat and muffling her constant, helpless, cute giggles, suddenly came up, eyes wide with ticklish screaming as she howled her laughter to the empty gymnasium. Xsara's fingers had delved back down to Jelex's waist and hips, tickling along her panty line, down to her inner thighs, back up around the hips, scritching and scratching and tickling constantly. Even as Jelex writhed on the ground and begged for Xsara's mercy she did not stop, giggling until her face was cherry-red and her body hitched with every exhausted giggle.
Xsara's fingers were still teasing, now dipping below the waistband of Jelex's red panties to slide down just above her most sensitive points, and tickled there with short, rapid strokes of her nails, which made Jelex expel her lungs in another blast of laughter and quiver on the ground. Only then did Xsara ease up and stand, getting off of the elf, but as Xsara had predicted, had hoped, Jelex did not, her body weak and wobbly from protracted tickling. Xsara just waited, complacently, for Jelex to wobble to her feet, a process that took a good minute, and she hobbled for the door, too tired to argue or even ask why Xsara had done this, yet. But no sooner had Jelex gotten two steps than Xsara pressed up against her back, sliding fingers around her sides, and started to tickle her firm stomach, scratching with wild abandon using her fingernails.
Jelex squealed, begging, "OHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEH NO HEHEHEHE NO NO HEHEEHEHAHAHAH EHEHEHEH NO MAHAHAHAHHA!!!" But her effort to spring forward out of Xsara's reach just ended up with her sagging against the taller woman's midsection, arms helpless and rubbery, and she just stood there and giggled, turning her head to the side with a weak cough before giggling some more. Resting her palms on Jelex's hips, Xsara rubbed lightly as she spoke in a no-nonsense tone.
"Come back with me, no questions, no trying to escape, and I'll let you have a shower and change and a rest. Resist me, and I'll tie you up in the locker room, tickle you even more than I have now, and leave you there overnight. Are we understanding each other?" Jelex just gave a weak nod of her head, and Xsara grinned. "Good... because we have a long night of instruction ahead of us. Let's not dawdle," she said, taking hold of Jelex's arm and walking her back to the locker room, with the tired elf stumbling behind in her wake.
"In...instruction...?" Jelex asked weakly, still not quite understanding what the point of all this was.
"Yes, instruction." Xsara's lips curved in a smile. "Special instruction, Jelex, just for you..."
