TST #1 Kaylin (Patreon)

Part 1: Interrogation

Kaylin struggled with her bonds, but they offered no give. Her arms were tied behind her back and her feet had been tied together and then tied to the footboard of the bed. It left her some mobility to wiggle around but not by much. More frustrating was she had been stripped of all her clothing, and while nudity was more of human taboo then for elves. She didn’t like the idea of the creatures in the dungeon leering at her.

She needed to calm herself, she was a member of the assassins guild and she would find a way out of this. She had just started to work on calming techniques and planning when the door to the small cell opened and a cloaked female form stepped inside. The woman’s face was shadowed by the hood she wore and in the low light she couldn’t make out detail. But the rest of her was garbed, if that was the word, rather provocatively.

The hood that hid her face flowed down to a cloak that fell almost to the floor, her hips were adorned with a draped cloth that fell almost to her feet covering her intimates areas but showed off her well-toned legs. And above she wore nothing, leaving her ample breasts exposed and slightly bouncing as she moved forward.

She stopped at the foot of the bed and despite the shadows, Kaylin could see the outline of a smile. When she spoke her voice was low and sultry. “Well, I can see I’m going to enjoy this.” She said with a hint of a laugh. “And if you’re a good girl, you might enjoy it too.” Kaylin struggled against her bonds making her own chest bounce and jiggle as she snarled “I will tell you nothing!”

The unknown woman shrugged, “Stubborn, like most dark elves.” Kaylin prepared to respond to that when a feeling started creeping up her feet and legs. She found herself involuntarily twitching as she looked down to see the women was running her finger up and down Kaylin’s feet. It was a slow and light touch but Kaylin found it very annoying. The woman was clearly amused by her discomfort and continued a slow trace up one sole across the underside of her toes and back down the other foot. Kaylin couldn’t control her squirming, she hated to admit it, even in her own mind but she had always been somewhat sensitive and that slow relentless tickle was starting to get to her. But still, she refused to show it.

“Y…you may as well k…..kill me or whatever you plan to do,  I will not tell y….yo….you anything.” She hated herself for her stutter but the women had switched to two fingers and it was getting harder and harder to ignore. The woman only giggled, “is something wrong luv? You seem unsettled.” Kaylin squeezed her eyes shut as her tormentor dragged all her nails up one foot and down the next. She could feel it like a bolt of electricity up her legs and it was getting harder and harder not to smile.

The woman was obviously delighting in watching her struggle as Kaylin wriggled around on the bed, the hint of a smile starting to creep across her face. “I think someone is a bit ticklish?” she said in a mocking tone. Kaylin bit her lip and tried to keep focused, but the feeling had evolved as all ten fingers began skittering along her soles. “I dhahont know whahat you’re playing at…..but I wont t…thalk!”

“Yes you’ve made that clear.” the women purred, “So if you will not talk then there is nothing more to do then play. And you look like you will be fun to play with.” Kaylin had clamped her mouth shut, she knew she could no longer hold off the feeling or the effect it was having. She thrashed as much as the bonds would allow and even tried digging her own nails into her palm to ward off the sensation. But as the fingers began skittering under her toes she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“STOP IT!!!” Kaylin screamed out as she thrashed on the bed giggling like a little girl. The relentless tickling on her toes didn’t stop but began to get between her toes sending new protests and squeals of laughter pouring out of her. “awwww that’s better, you have such an adorable laugh, you should use it more often.”

Kaylin bucked and pulled at her bonds, all attempts of regaining control abandoned as the maddening tickling continued along her heels and soles and back to her toes. Her tormentor smiled as she knelt in front of her feet. Kaylin felt one hand stop tickling and hold on to her foot, but the other foot was still being relentlessly tortured and teased. For a brief moment, she considered the good fortune that the tickling was limited to only one foot now. But that relief was shattered when she felt soft lip kissing her toes followed by a soft and warm tongue stroking the stems of her toes and snaking in between them.

“NO STOP!!!” Kaylin squealed as she screamed with new laughter. It was too much, she had been trained to resist almost any kind of torture, she could stand any kind of pain. But this was intolerable. It was cruel. For what felt like forever this unknown woman kissed nibbled and licked at one off her feet while her nails slid along the other then she would switch. Just as Kaylin thought she would pass out, the sensation stopped.

Kaylin panted on the bed, barely enough strength to move as her tormentor came over and sat on the bed next to her. Kaylin had tears in her eyes as she shook her head. She hated that she was trying to beg, but she couldn’t stand this torture. “Now,” said the woman, “what about the rest of you?” As Kaylin tried to draw breath to protest the woman held up a long and very soft looking feather. Kaylins eyes went wide as her tormentor smiled. “Ill go easy on you for a little while, so you can consider your options.

Before Kaylin could speak the feather descended toward her helpless beasts and began a slow teasing stroke around her nipple. Kaylin shook her head as fresh giggling poured out of her. “no! Hehehehehe no stop, please! Hahahahahahaha please ill do anythihihihihihing!!” The women never responded but continued to tickle torture one nipple for several minutes  then switched to the other.

“Plehehehehehse!!” Kaylin squealed “I was hahahahahaha sent by the hehehehehehehe assassins guild, hahahahahahahahahahah!!” Kaylin spilled her entire mission, her target and why they sent all between squeals of tormented laughter as the woman seemingly ignored her and continued to tickle one nipple then the other, sometimes sliding the feather around the curve of her breasts before returning to her nipples. By the time the tickle torture finally stopped she was a laughing gibbering mess, spouting about who trained her and what skills she knew.

Kaylin lie almost crying on the bed as the women stood and smiled. “Well, that was very informative. And I thank you for all that information. Now your training can begin.” Kaylin watched as she opened the door, “t….tr…training…..wh…..what train….” her words cut off as another woman stepped in, a slave girl by the looks with, to her surprise, a goat. Without a word, the slave girl tied the goats lead to the footboard of the bed. Her tormentor laughed, “oh yes, you’ve told me all I need, now we can train you as one of our tickle slaves. You will fetch a high price with your skills and beauty. But first, you will need some breaking in.”

Kaylin watched as the slave girl pored a salty smelling liquid on her feet. She then watched in horror as the goat licked its lips and began moving toward her feet. Kaylin tried to struggle but it was no use, and as the goat began licking at the liquid and a new tickling began to assault her feet, she began screaming as the mistress of the dungeon left locking the door behind her and shutting out Kaylin’s tortured laughter and helpless please…..