Here it is, part2.
Rothgars Treasure. Part 2.
A Leet, Klo and Jamthir adventure.
Breakabone stood at the end of the torture rack, waving the stiff gryphon feather at Jamthir, taunting him at the imminent torture coming his way. Jamthirs naked and vulnerable body was stretched out tight and taught on the torture rack, glistening with sweat at the anticipation of the torture that was seconds away from him.
Breakabone waved the feather ever closer to Jamthirs feet, pulling it away before it touched the skin of his toes.
‘Think about this stiff feather as it traces around your toes night-elf, and how it will glide across your soles, I can only imagine the laughter I will illicit from you. Tell me what Grabbatooth requires and I promise you will be safe. Tell me nothing and you and your friend will be tickled into madness.’
‘I will tell you nothing orc, tickle me all you like, I will not talk.’
‘Very confident aren’t we. Everyone talks night-elf, everyone. I once tickled a golem into speech, that is how skilled I am in the art of tickling. Talk now and be spared the worst.’
Jamthir gulped.
‘The worst?’
‘You don’t think im going to spare you do you, oh you will be tickled night-elf, tickled beyond endurance. But if you talk now I will not tickle past the point of madness, but only if you tell me now.’
Jamthir was silent, considering the ultimatum given to him.
‘Think fast night-elf, talk now or you and your friend will be tickled into hysterics in a matter of minutes, and madness will soon follow!’
Jamthir steeled what was left of his nerves and gritted his teeth.
‘Do your worst orc, you and your master will never have the treasure of Rothgar.’
‘Very well, I will enjoy making you talk.’ Breakabone brought the gryphon feathers tip to Jamthirs restrained feet, hovering it just a millimetre from his toes.
‘Kootchy kootchy koo.’
He began to lightly trace the tip of the feather along the toes of Jamthirs left foot. Leet could see the joy and delight in Breakabones face, he enjoyed his work.
Jamthir was trying to fight it, trying not to give in. As much as he hated to admit it, he was very ticklish. The very thought of being tickled, especially by an orc, sickened him. The fact that he was naked and being tickled by a naked orc only furthered his shame and embarrassment.
The feather was doing its work well, Jamthir could feel the laughter rising. The tickling touch was immense, Breakabone knew how to move the feather, knew where to apply the right amount of pressure. If Breakabone was as good a tickler as he claimed then he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Soon the laughter was in his throat. Breakabone continued his tickle attack of Jamthirs toes with the gryphon feather, swirling it in-between the toes and tracing the tips of his toes with its torturous but elegant touch.
Jamthir began to giggle and splutter, unable to fight it anymore.
Breakabone was quick to acknowledge his handiwork. ‘Good, good, let it all out night-elf. Laugh like you’ve never laughed before.’
Jamthirs giggling became louder. The louder the giggling became the more pressure Breakabone applied to his toes with the feather.
‘Kootchy kootchy koo my little night-elf, kootchy koo!’
With that last taunt Breakabone signalled to one of the orcs to hand him another instrument of tickling. The orc hurried to the table with a collection of devices designed to tickle prisoners into submission and grabbed one. He returned to his master and placed the gryphon feather duster into his free hand.
‘Excellent choice, you’ll like this night-elf, kootchy kootchy koo!’
Breakabone began to tickle Jamthirs right foot with the feather duster, forcefully swooshing it up and down his sole, and continued tickling his left with the stiff feather, moving it away from his toes and onto his sole, madly stroking its tip up and down. The effect on Jamthir was instant. The giggling vanished, making way for loud bellows of deep laughter as the tickling finally broke his will and consumed him.
‘Hahahahahaha please stop hahahahahaha no no nooooooooooo hahahahahahahaha’
‘Very good, you are broken, soon you will tell me everything.’ Breakabones smile was huge, he practically glowed from the ticklish reactions of Jamthir, soon he would have his crew continue to tickle the night-elf and he would start work on the human, he could see by the look on his face that he too was horribly ticklish. He had the stocks all prepped and ready for the human, his feet would be tickled worse than the night-elfs.
Breakabone enjoyed when he had a dungeon full of prisoners to torture, but lately things had been quiet, it was good to get fresh victims, he would be sure to keep them for a while, tickling every last shred of sanity from them.
He looked upon the well-toned and sweated body of the night-elf, his laughter spilling forth so effortlessly. He could feel his cock beginning to harden as he tickled the night-elfs feet. After the human had been suitably tickled as well he would begin to incorporate cum control and denial into the torture. The correct touches with a good feather would have the human and the night-elf hard and throbbing in seconds, and tickling was much worse after the release. He was looking forward to it all.
He watched the night-elf buck and howl as the feather duster and feather combined drove him into frenzied laughter.
‘Ahahahahaha, stoooooooooooooophahahahahahaha pleeeeeeeasebwahahahahahahaha it tickles hahahahahaha stop hahahahahahahaha’
‘Such a shame, the night-elf is ticklish, kootchy koo, does it tickle, does it? Such a shame, kootchy kootchy kootchy kootchy koo.’
‘No please hahahahahaha not my feet hahahahaha anything but my feet hahahahaha.’
Breakabone signalled to his crew to take over the tickling of Jamthir. He ceased the tickling of the night-elfs feet and moved away from the torture rack, one of the orcs took up the feather duster and feather and continued to stroke Jamthirs soles with the tickling tools. Another leaned over Jamthirs left side and began to tickle his underarms with more of the gryphon feather dusters while a third orc began to tickle his belly and rock hard abs with his fingernails. The tickling only ceased for a second as the orcs effortlessly jumped into position and began to tickle Jamthir instantly with practised precision.
‘Wahahahahaha nooooooo hahahahahaha too much hahahahahahahaha three hahaha too hahaha much hahaha stooooooop hahahahahahahahaha cant haha take haha it hahaha noooooooooooooo hahahahahaha.’
Breakabone looked towards Leet, who had thus far remained silent, watching in horror as his friend Jamthir was sadistically tickle-tortured. Breakabone liked tickling all of the races of the world, although his favourites were night-elfves and humans. Night-elves were proud and strong, their height and stature made them extremely cocky and confident, he loved breaking them of that and watching as they shamefacedly submitted to his tickling techniques. Night-elves were always in good shape, their hard bodies were perfect for tickling, he enjoyed watching their naked bodies buck as he tickled them. His prisoners were always naked, it gave him pleasure to see a prisoners naked body react to his techniques. Humans were almost as proud as night-elfs, but were so much more ticklish. He could tickle even the most non-ticklish of any race into hysterics, but humans were so easy, he barely had to try at all. That was why he saved Leet till last, he knew how much he was going to enjoy tickling him. Breakabone surmised that the human would break even quicker than the night-elf, and would be the first to talk. He examined every inch of Leets body, shackled to the upright torture table, he couldn’t help but glance to the stocks that were beside the torture rack where Jamthir was now bucking uncontrollably from the tickling he received. Breakabone made sure Leet followed his gaze to the stocks, he wanted him to know what was in-store for him.
Leets eyes rested upon the stocks, a look of intense fear as he knew what was about to happen to him. He watched as Breakabone walked towards him, stroking his now rampant cock with one hand with gleeful joy, the other hand holding one of the gryphon feather dusters.
Klo had tracked the two humans that had escaped the attack to a small clearing in a nearby forest. By the look of them they were rogues like her, but clearly not very good ones, they hadn’t even bothered to hide away anywhere good. The clearing in the forest was so easy to find, she felt like leaving them to the orcs that were most likely looking for the ones they didn’t capture.
She knew it wouldn’t take long to find out what she could, these two obviously didn’t have a clue. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, fragile bottle. She shook the bottle vigorously and lobbed it into the clearing, landing at the feet of the two female rogues. The bottle smashed as it hit the ground and the liquid inside turned into a thick vapour as it came into the air. The two helpless and surprised rogues were asleep in seconds, not even having time to stand up.
Klo waited for the vapours to disappear before moving in to examine her new prisoners. She smirked to herself, her beauty far surpassed these two. Her curves moved vivaciously as she walked around the fallen rogues, examining them. She knew she had plenty of time to get the information she needed, so she planned a lengthy interrogation of the two dim-witted rogues.
Klo knelt down beside the first rogue, a tall but skinny brunette, and began to strip her of her clothes. The second, a red-headed, more fuller bodied and slightly older rogue was stripped of her garments as well. Klo took some rope from her bag and bound the girls wrists together and wrapped the rope around a nearby tree. She took a small but sturdy broken branch and forced it into the ground, hammering it in with her short-sword hilt. She then bound their ankles together and tied the them to the embedded branch. The two naked rogues were now tied down immobile, side by side, their arms above their heads, bound to the huge tree. Klo surveyed them, the redheaded one had a nice figure, the brunette was too skinny she thought, but it made no difference. As far as she was concerned neither had the same voluptuous figure that she did. She gagged and blindfolded them with their own garments and reached into her bag and took out her smelling salts, running it under the two helpless rogues noses. They awoke intantly, their mumbles and stifled protests were clear, even through the gags.
Klo decided she had better start the interrogation.
‘Ok girls, here’s my problem, I know you were part of the group that was attacked by orcs. I know that the group was after something important and I also know that the Teethpullerz have an interest in it. Tell me what you were looking for and where it is located.’
The two rogues, shocked at finding themselves naked and bound, tried to take in the female strangers words. But through their gags they could only mumble their protests.
‘Such a shame those gags stop you from talking, I guess ill just have to torture you a little before I take them off, make sure you are compliant to my needs.’
The two rogues mumbled as Klo giggled evilly, her huge round breasts bouncing in the tight constrains of her leather corset.
She sat at the feet of the two defenceless and bound rogues, and using her long sharp nails, began to tickle the soles of the rogues feet. The effect was instant, the rogues began to mumble and groan through their gags loudly, trying to pull their feet away from Klos tickling touch. Klo smiled wider. ’Just the reaction I was looking for girls, I think an hour of foot-tickles should do the trick.’
She watched as the ticklish redheaded rogues breasts bounced and jiggled from the tickling, the brunette simply tried to pull her feet away, but with no success.
‘Yes, I think were going to get along fine girls, tickle tickle.’
Klos nails scraped along and up and down the soles of the two helpless rogues, she taunted them all the time, making them feel completely helpless.
‘Kootchy koo ladies. Oh you have such ticklish feet. Does it tickle if I do this?’
Klo loved to tickle people, and it was a much better way of getting prisoners to talk than cutting and beating them for a few hours. She thought it strange, she had worked for many clients lately, most had their own castles and keeps and inevitably had a dungeon. She always liked to talk to the torturer, if the client was friendly enough, and get some new techniques. But lately old fashioned methods like the rack and pincers and whips were disappearing. It seemed the more people she worked for and conversed with their torturers, the more were using tickle-torture for interrogation. Klo liked this of course, she was pioneering a craft. As she tickled the two unfortunate rogues into speech she made a mental note to be careful about jobs she took. She was a brilliant rogue, and her expertise in interrogation made her highly sought after. But the work was getting risky, the last few jobs had seen her almost end up in a few torture chambers as a prisoner, and not a guest seeking knowledge. One job in particular was a sticking point in her mind where she found herself betrayed by her client and wound up the prisoner of a wealthy Barron. The Barron didn’t harm her, but tickled her non-stop for over a month. Klo wasn’t one to spill secrets, but she had told the Barron everything he wanted to hear in less than a day. Klo hated the feeling, she was dominant and hated being a prisoner. She would never forget the Barron and the tickling he administered to her.
With this memory fresh in her mind she set about tickling the rogues feet with even more gusto.
‘Talk bitches. Tell me or I will tickle you until you cease to breathe!’
Her prisoners mumbled as they jolted from her tickling touch.
Her nails danced around their soles, tickling every inch of bare skin, gliding along and scratching in equal measures.
‘I mean it. Talk!
The redheaded rogue began to feverishly nod her head. Klo stopped tickling and released her gag. The exhausted rogue gasped for air, splutter as she tried to speak.
Klo got close to her, her breasts threatening to fall out of her corset as she bent down.
‘Tell me everything you know, or I will redo your gag and continue with the torture.’
The redheaded rogue began to talk, still exhausted from the tickling.
‘We, we… ha, we were haha part of a group seeking Rothgars Treasure in the hidden vault. We didn’t know where it was, we were just tagging along, seeing what we could get. The dwarves knew the location.’
‘The dwarves are gone, the orc raiding party disposed of them. What of the night-elf and human warriors. Do they know the location of the vault? My client must know!’
‘So youre only working for another, whats the matter, not smart enough to get it for yourself.’
Klo dug her fingers into the rogues sides, digging and wiggling her fingers. The rogue howled in laughter. The brunnete could only look on, exhausted.
‘Stoooooop hahahahaha noooo hahahahahahaha ok ok ok ill tell stoooooooop hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.’
Klo finally stopped after the redheaded rogue began to fall into silent laughter.
‘Tell me if the two warriors know bitch, or ill tickle you some more, maybe give your underarms some attention!’
‘No no please no, ill tell. The dwarves told everyone in the group except us, we were new, only joined them halfway through the journey, they didn’t trust us enough.’
‘Excellent. The Teethpullerz will force them to tell them the location, ill follow the orcs to the hidden vault. I t would seem I’m back on track. But I must hurry.’
She replaced the gag on the redheaded rogue before she had time to protest.
‘Its been a pleasure ladies, perhaps if I had more time I could stay and tickle your delectable tootsies for a few hours longer, but I must finish my work. Id untie you but that wouldn’t be very good for me, so I think ill just leave you here, don’t worry though, I’m sure the orc raiding parties that come through here often will take you in.’
Klo giggled evilly as she got up from the ground and began to walk away into the forest, her beautiful curves moving seductively as she walked, her breasts bouncing with every subtle stride.
Next part: Leet gets stocked and tickled by Breakabone. Will he and Jamthir talk?
Klo interrogates an orc and uses her feminine charms to persuade a wealthy merchant to part with his horses.
Rothgars Treasure. Part 2.
A Leet, Klo and Jamthir adventure.
Breakabone stood at the end of the torture rack, waving the stiff gryphon feather at Jamthir, taunting him at the imminent torture coming his way. Jamthirs naked and vulnerable body was stretched out tight and taught on the torture rack, glistening with sweat at the anticipation of the torture that was seconds away from him.
Breakabone waved the feather ever closer to Jamthirs feet, pulling it away before it touched the skin of his toes.
‘Think about this stiff feather as it traces around your toes night-elf, and how it will glide across your soles, I can only imagine the laughter I will illicit from you. Tell me what Grabbatooth requires and I promise you will be safe. Tell me nothing and you and your friend will be tickled into madness.’
‘I will tell you nothing orc, tickle me all you like, I will not talk.’
‘Very confident aren’t we. Everyone talks night-elf, everyone. I once tickled a golem into speech, that is how skilled I am in the art of tickling. Talk now and be spared the worst.’
Jamthir gulped.
‘The worst?’
‘You don’t think im going to spare you do you, oh you will be tickled night-elf, tickled beyond endurance. But if you talk now I will not tickle past the point of madness, but only if you tell me now.’
Jamthir was silent, considering the ultimatum given to him.
‘Think fast night-elf, talk now or you and your friend will be tickled into hysterics in a matter of minutes, and madness will soon follow!’
Jamthir steeled what was left of his nerves and gritted his teeth.
‘Do your worst orc, you and your master will never have the treasure of Rothgar.’
‘Very well, I will enjoy making you talk.’ Breakabone brought the gryphon feathers tip to Jamthirs restrained feet, hovering it just a millimetre from his toes.
‘Kootchy kootchy koo.’
He began to lightly trace the tip of the feather along the toes of Jamthirs left foot. Leet could see the joy and delight in Breakabones face, he enjoyed his work.
Jamthir was trying to fight it, trying not to give in. As much as he hated to admit it, he was very ticklish. The very thought of being tickled, especially by an orc, sickened him. The fact that he was naked and being tickled by a naked orc only furthered his shame and embarrassment.
The feather was doing its work well, Jamthir could feel the laughter rising. The tickling touch was immense, Breakabone knew how to move the feather, knew where to apply the right amount of pressure. If Breakabone was as good a tickler as he claimed then he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Soon the laughter was in his throat. Breakabone continued his tickle attack of Jamthirs toes with the gryphon feather, swirling it in-between the toes and tracing the tips of his toes with its torturous but elegant touch.
Jamthir began to giggle and splutter, unable to fight it anymore.
Breakabone was quick to acknowledge his handiwork. ‘Good, good, let it all out night-elf. Laugh like you’ve never laughed before.’
Jamthirs giggling became louder. The louder the giggling became the more pressure Breakabone applied to his toes with the feather.
‘Kootchy kootchy koo my little night-elf, kootchy koo!’
With that last taunt Breakabone signalled to one of the orcs to hand him another instrument of tickling. The orc hurried to the table with a collection of devices designed to tickle prisoners into submission and grabbed one. He returned to his master and placed the gryphon feather duster into his free hand.
‘Excellent choice, you’ll like this night-elf, kootchy kootchy koo!’
Breakabone began to tickle Jamthirs right foot with the feather duster, forcefully swooshing it up and down his sole, and continued tickling his left with the stiff feather, moving it away from his toes and onto his sole, madly stroking its tip up and down. The effect on Jamthir was instant. The giggling vanished, making way for loud bellows of deep laughter as the tickling finally broke his will and consumed him.
‘Hahahahahaha please stop hahahahahaha no no nooooooooooo hahahahahahahaha’
‘Very good, you are broken, soon you will tell me everything.’ Breakabones smile was huge, he practically glowed from the ticklish reactions of Jamthir, soon he would have his crew continue to tickle the night-elf and he would start work on the human, he could see by the look on his face that he too was horribly ticklish. He had the stocks all prepped and ready for the human, his feet would be tickled worse than the night-elfs.
Breakabone enjoyed when he had a dungeon full of prisoners to torture, but lately things had been quiet, it was good to get fresh victims, he would be sure to keep them for a while, tickling every last shred of sanity from them.
He looked upon the well-toned and sweated body of the night-elf, his laughter spilling forth so effortlessly. He could feel his cock beginning to harden as he tickled the night-elfs feet. After the human had been suitably tickled as well he would begin to incorporate cum control and denial into the torture. The correct touches with a good feather would have the human and the night-elf hard and throbbing in seconds, and tickling was much worse after the release. He was looking forward to it all.
He watched the night-elf buck and howl as the feather duster and feather combined drove him into frenzied laughter.
‘Ahahahahaha, stoooooooooooooophahahahahahaha pleeeeeeeasebwahahahahahahaha it tickles hahahahahaha stop hahahahahahahaha’
‘Such a shame, the night-elf is ticklish, kootchy koo, does it tickle, does it? Such a shame, kootchy kootchy kootchy kootchy koo.’
‘No please hahahahahaha not my feet hahahahaha anything but my feet hahahahaha.’
Breakabone signalled to his crew to take over the tickling of Jamthir. He ceased the tickling of the night-elfs feet and moved away from the torture rack, one of the orcs took up the feather duster and feather and continued to stroke Jamthirs soles with the tickling tools. Another leaned over Jamthirs left side and began to tickle his underarms with more of the gryphon feather dusters while a third orc began to tickle his belly and rock hard abs with his fingernails. The tickling only ceased for a second as the orcs effortlessly jumped into position and began to tickle Jamthir instantly with practised precision.
‘Wahahahahaha nooooooo hahahahahaha too much hahahahahahahaha three hahaha too hahaha much hahaha stooooooop hahahahahahahahaha cant haha take haha it hahaha noooooooooooooo hahahahahaha.’
Breakabone looked towards Leet, who had thus far remained silent, watching in horror as his friend Jamthir was sadistically tickle-tortured. Breakabone liked tickling all of the races of the world, although his favourites were night-elfves and humans. Night-elves were proud and strong, their height and stature made them extremely cocky and confident, he loved breaking them of that and watching as they shamefacedly submitted to his tickling techniques. Night-elves were always in good shape, their hard bodies were perfect for tickling, he enjoyed watching their naked bodies buck as he tickled them. His prisoners were always naked, it gave him pleasure to see a prisoners naked body react to his techniques. Humans were almost as proud as night-elfs, but were so much more ticklish. He could tickle even the most non-ticklish of any race into hysterics, but humans were so easy, he barely had to try at all. That was why he saved Leet till last, he knew how much he was going to enjoy tickling him. Breakabone surmised that the human would break even quicker than the night-elf, and would be the first to talk. He examined every inch of Leets body, shackled to the upright torture table, he couldn’t help but glance to the stocks that were beside the torture rack where Jamthir was now bucking uncontrollably from the tickling he received. Breakabone made sure Leet followed his gaze to the stocks, he wanted him to know what was in-store for him.
Leets eyes rested upon the stocks, a look of intense fear as he knew what was about to happen to him. He watched as Breakabone walked towards him, stroking his now rampant cock with one hand with gleeful joy, the other hand holding one of the gryphon feather dusters.
Klo had tracked the two humans that had escaped the attack to a small clearing in a nearby forest. By the look of them they were rogues like her, but clearly not very good ones, they hadn’t even bothered to hide away anywhere good. The clearing in the forest was so easy to find, she felt like leaving them to the orcs that were most likely looking for the ones they didn’t capture.
She knew it wouldn’t take long to find out what she could, these two obviously didn’t have a clue. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, fragile bottle. She shook the bottle vigorously and lobbed it into the clearing, landing at the feet of the two female rogues. The bottle smashed as it hit the ground and the liquid inside turned into a thick vapour as it came into the air. The two helpless and surprised rogues were asleep in seconds, not even having time to stand up.
Klo waited for the vapours to disappear before moving in to examine her new prisoners. She smirked to herself, her beauty far surpassed these two. Her curves moved vivaciously as she walked around the fallen rogues, examining them. She knew she had plenty of time to get the information she needed, so she planned a lengthy interrogation of the two dim-witted rogues.
Klo knelt down beside the first rogue, a tall but skinny brunette, and began to strip her of her clothes. The second, a red-headed, more fuller bodied and slightly older rogue was stripped of her garments as well. Klo took some rope from her bag and bound the girls wrists together and wrapped the rope around a nearby tree. She took a small but sturdy broken branch and forced it into the ground, hammering it in with her short-sword hilt. She then bound their ankles together and tied the them to the embedded branch. The two naked rogues were now tied down immobile, side by side, their arms above their heads, bound to the huge tree. Klo surveyed them, the redheaded one had a nice figure, the brunette was too skinny she thought, but it made no difference. As far as she was concerned neither had the same voluptuous figure that she did. She gagged and blindfolded them with their own garments and reached into her bag and took out her smelling salts, running it under the two helpless rogues noses. They awoke intantly, their mumbles and stifled protests were clear, even through the gags.
Klo decided she had better start the interrogation.
‘Ok girls, here’s my problem, I know you were part of the group that was attacked by orcs. I know that the group was after something important and I also know that the Teethpullerz have an interest in it. Tell me what you were looking for and where it is located.’
The two rogues, shocked at finding themselves naked and bound, tried to take in the female strangers words. But through their gags they could only mumble their protests.
‘Such a shame those gags stop you from talking, I guess ill just have to torture you a little before I take them off, make sure you are compliant to my needs.’
The two rogues mumbled as Klo giggled evilly, her huge round breasts bouncing in the tight constrains of her leather corset.
She sat at the feet of the two defenceless and bound rogues, and using her long sharp nails, began to tickle the soles of the rogues feet. The effect was instant, the rogues began to mumble and groan through their gags loudly, trying to pull their feet away from Klos tickling touch. Klo smiled wider. ’Just the reaction I was looking for girls, I think an hour of foot-tickles should do the trick.’
She watched as the ticklish redheaded rogues breasts bounced and jiggled from the tickling, the brunette simply tried to pull her feet away, but with no success.
‘Yes, I think were going to get along fine girls, tickle tickle.’
Klos nails scraped along and up and down the soles of the two helpless rogues, she taunted them all the time, making them feel completely helpless.
‘Kootchy koo ladies. Oh you have such ticklish feet. Does it tickle if I do this?’
Klo loved to tickle people, and it was a much better way of getting prisoners to talk than cutting and beating them for a few hours. She thought it strange, she had worked for many clients lately, most had their own castles and keeps and inevitably had a dungeon. She always liked to talk to the torturer, if the client was friendly enough, and get some new techniques. But lately old fashioned methods like the rack and pincers and whips were disappearing. It seemed the more people she worked for and conversed with their torturers, the more were using tickle-torture for interrogation. Klo liked this of course, she was pioneering a craft. As she tickled the two unfortunate rogues into speech she made a mental note to be careful about jobs she took. She was a brilliant rogue, and her expertise in interrogation made her highly sought after. But the work was getting risky, the last few jobs had seen her almost end up in a few torture chambers as a prisoner, and not a guest seeking knowledge. One job in particular was a sticking point in her mind where she found herself betrayed by her client and wound up the prisoner of a wealthy Barron. The Barron didn’t harm her, but tickled her non-stop for over a month. Klo wasn’t one to spill secrets, but she had told the Barron everything he wanted to hear in less than a day. Klo hated the feeling, she was dominant and hated being a prisoner. She would never forget the Barron and the tickling he administered to her.
With this memory fresh in her mind she set about tickling the rogues feet with even more gusto.
‘Talk bitches. Tell me or I will tickle you until you cease to breathe!’
Her prisoners mumbled as they jolted from her tickling touch.
Her nails danced around their soles, tickling every inch of bare skin, gliding along and scratching in equal measures.
‘I mean it. Talk!
The redheaded rogue began to feverishly nod her head. Klo stopped tickling and released her gag. The exhausted rogue gasped for air, splutter as she tried to speak.
Klo got close to her, her breasts threatening to fall out of her corset as she bent down.
‘Tell me everything you know, or I will redo your gag and continue with the torture.’
The redheaded rogue began to talk, still exhausted from the tickling.
‘We, we… ha, we were haha part of a group seeking Rothgars Treasure in the hidden vault. We didn’t know where it was, we were just tagging along, seeing what we could get. The dwarves knew the location.’
‘The dwarves are gone, the orc raiding party disposed of them. What of the night-elf and human warriors. Do they know the location of the vault? My client must know!’
‘So youre only working for another, whats the matter, not smart enough to get it for yourself.’
Klo dug her fingers into the rogues sides, digging and wiggling her fingers. The rogue howled in laughter. The brunnete could only look on, exhausted.
‘Stoooooop hahahahaha noooo hahahahahahaha ok ok ok ill tell stoooooooop hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.’
Klo finally stopped after the redheaded rogue began to fall into silent laughter.
‘Tell me if the two warriors know bitch, or ill tickle you some more, maybe give your underarms some attention!’
‘No no please no, ill tell. The dwarves told everyone in the group except us, we were new, only joined them halfway through the journey, they didn’t trust us enough.’
‘Excellent. The Teethpullerz will force them to tell them the location, ill follow the orcs to the hidden vault. I t would seem I’m back on track. But I must hurry.’
She replaced the gag on the redheaded rogue before she had time to protest.
‘Its been a pleasure ladies, perhaps if I had more time I could stay and tickle your delectable tootsies for a few hours longer, but I must finish my work. Id untie you but that wouldn’t be very good for me, so I think ill just leave you here, don’t worry though, I’m sure the orc raiding parties that come through here often will take you in.’
Klo giggled evilly as she got up from the ground and began to walk away into the forest, her beautiful curves moving seductively as she walked, her breasts bouncing with every subtle stride.
Next part: Leet gets stocked and tickled by Breakabone. Will he and Jamthir talk?
Klo interrogates an orc and uses her feminine charms to persuade a wealthy merchant to part with his horses.
