Ticlequest 01: Elves

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For centuries humans have been the pushovers of the world. Despite being more numerous than the other races it was petty divisions that left them as easy and enjoyable prey. Elves teased and tormented them during their raids. Orcs took men and women to be their pleasure slaves. Fairies played all manner of tricks and jokes on any human they could find. Beastfolk commonly kidnap a person to act as their personal pet. No one knew what the Demons did with their captured humans, though anxious minds often come up with extravagant ideas.

Alliances between human clans were often fleeting and barely useful in staving off all the threats that faced them. That was the case until the Mortal Goddess appeared. Her influence spread quickly but quietly, and within a few short years most of humanity had found the banner they needed to gather under. The clans waited to hear what their goddess would do to face their enemies, and perhaps even tell of ways to enact vengeance against them.

The Mortal Goddess did whisper plans to her people. While her power was not infinite she could cast a small curse on each and every being that had harassed them over the ages. It was a curse so small that the other races wouldn't even know it had appeared, but strong enough that when the humans did rebel it would ensure victory.

And so the humans trained and prepared under the guidance of their new leader. Men and women grew from frail militiamen to valiant knights and soon to be heroes. The goddess then softly announced that the curse had been placed upon the other races, the time for humans to rise up and prove themselves was at hand.

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The goddess decreed that the elves would be the first to face the newly envigored humans. Elves had been raiding the human coasts as well as clans near the jungles for ages to steal food and other goods. Fights had always been swift and left as embarrassing defeats, though now was the chance for redemption.

The trap was set. A large port village would be the first place to show that humanity could now retaliate against their enemies. It did not take long for elven pirate ships to choose the village for their next raid. The pirates attacked as the sun began to set, expecting a fast and entertaining victory against the humans like the many times before. This time would not be the case.

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Axilla the elf was eager to raid. As the ship she was on pulled alongside the docks she didn't even wait for it to stop, deftly jumping off to start the attack. Sword in hand, she calmly strolled towards the approaching humans as she heard the thumps of her fellow elves hitting the dock as they joined her and splashes indicating some choosing to swim.

The humans, like the many times before, looked poorly prepared. They spread out in disorganized directions in a feeble attempt to face the growing number of elves. Most of the humans wielded wooden clubs or tools, makeshift shields, and no armor. Not that Axilla or any of the other elves wore any armor either. The elven pirate smirked as she saw some of the human men trace their eyes along her beautiful slender body, a smooth leather bra barely containing her breasts and a simple belt with skimpy panties being the only things she wore.

Axilla reached the port ground and two humans went to intercept her as others went to confront the rest of her kin. She faced a man and a woman who looked like they hadn't ever fought before. The man advanced and clumsily swung his club at the elf. Axilla dodged easily and whipped her blade below his shield and then back again before he had a chance to react. The front of the man's pants turned to tatters, exposing his erection as his face burned with embarrassment. He retreated, dropping his club as he fumbled to try hiding his cock with what remained of his ruined trousers.

The elf turned towards the human woman. She wielded an old pitchfork and, perhaps in an attempt to compensate for the man, aggressively stabbed at Axilla. The elf avoided the stabs and moved closer until she was too close for the woman to stab again. The human then tried to push with the handle of the pitchfork to force the elf away. Axilla quickly ducked down and up, now face to face with the woman. The elf smirked, gave the stunned woman a kiss on the nose, then looped her leg around one of the human's and dropped her to the ground. The woman discarded her weapon and scurried backwards in fear before joining in the man's retreat.

Axilla turned and looked at the poor excuse of a battlefield. The other humans had begun to flee towards the walls of the village leaving the elves to take whatever they wanted from the buildings along the docks. Axilla smirked and sheathed her weapon as she approached one of the warehouses in the search for loot. She entered the cluttered building and went to a collection of barrels, hoping for some alcohol.

Suddenly, from behind some crates, another human appeared. Axilla quickly drew her sword and looked at her new enemy. This one was wearing metal armor with a design painted on the front. The warrior was also wielding a real weapon, a mace that was moving towards the elf's he...

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Axilla opened her eyes, her mind starting to process what had just happened and her current situation. The human must have knocked her out, evident by the dull pulsing of her head that was currently wrapped in bandages. The elf was also tied to a makeshift bed, perhaps in the very same warehouse she was in before judging by the lantern lights. She was still wearing her leather bra and panties, but her belt and sword were gone. As she struggled against her bindings she heard footsteps approach.

The armored warrior returned, this time with no helmet. It was a woman, and she was wearing a similar grin that Axilla had when the raid started. It was no matter, the elves would regroup and surely come to her rescue. Maybe once this is all over Axilla could have this human personally, toying around with an experienced rival sounded quite fun. The other elves might like to play with her too. The woman stopped at the side of the bed and stared down with apparent pride.

"Let's get right to the point, elf. I'm Captain Nila, and you're going to tell me the usual plans your kind follows when one gets captured. I know it has happened before and the others will be back. And don't try to give me nonsense, I have some info to compare against. Let's see...does the name Kasula ring a bell?"

Axilla knew the name, another elven pirate on her ship. Surely she wouldn't have broken to such primitive people? She decided to scoff at this 'Nila' and spat at her armor. As the spit dribbled down the metal the human, strangely, looked even more smug at the elf's action.

"Oh, I am going to enjoy this. I think it only took an hour for Kasula to break, try to last longer would you?"

Nila knelt next to the elf and reached out a hand. Axilla became even more confused as the woman began to tap a finger on the elf's bare ribs. The tapping feeling soon faded and, as if something awakened in her, an alien sensation appeared. What in the name of the seas was this feeling? Axilla felt the urge to laugh, why would she want to laugh? Small giggles began to escape as confusion turned to anxiety.

"This is the curse of our goddess and the price your kind will pay for the ages you tormented us. Something to bring you down to our level. We call this 'tickling', and it WILL break you, elf."

The human began to up her attack on Axilla's body. She started using both hands and squeezing up and down the elf's sides. Axilla's chuckling soon turned to laughter as this 'tickling' took over her entire body. She struggled harder to leap up and stop this strange torture, but the ties stayed firm. The tickling didn't hurt one bit, but somehow it was worse than pain! Axilla's body was screaming but her mouth let out belts of laughter like she saw a pitiful human try to fight.

Her torment briefly stopped as Nila swung her feet over the bed and sat on the elf's waist. Axilla panted as she tried to process what just happened. Her thoughts didn't last long as she felt the human dig her hands into her smooth armpits, and much to her shock the tickling was even worse there! The elf's laughter grew and her head swung about in a panic.

Axilla's 'interrogation' continued, and it was evident the human was enjoying this. Nila stopped the all out assault and started to experiment with the elf. She would tickle furiously for a number of seconds, letting her prisoner laugh frantically, then stop and watch Axilla gasp from exhaustion and fear. Before the elf could let out a single word the human would tickle again. And the new spots, the spots! It was not only her armpits and ribs, but her stomach too! Was the elf's whole body cursed to feel this tickling? It must be so, Nila scooched herself down a bit and started to pinch along Axilla's waist to provoke more laughter.

As Nila dug her fingers into Axilla's ribs for an extended fourth time she felt herself begin to break. Could this be the reason they knew Kasula's name? How much did she tell them? Would her torturer stop if she told them what they wanted? But if they knew the plans...

Now it was the armpits again, and Axilla decided to tell everything. However, there was a new issue. Nila did stop the tickling, but only for a few brief seconds. It was only enough time for Axilla to gasp in a vital breath before the human moved to a new spot. She needed this to stop as soon as possible, so she desperately tried to form words in between her laughter.

"Ihelhelhelhell tehelhelhelhelhelhel!"

Nila cocked her head to the side, but didn't stop tickling. "I didn't know that elves had different laughs. Well, I guess I have to see all the laughs you have!"

The fingers switched back to Axilla's sides with her laughter never stopping. However, the human started to do something new. Through now tearstained eyes, the elf saw the human lower her head down towards her bare stomach. She felt Nila's mouth connect to her bellybutton and then Axilla's world exploded in ticklish torture as the human blew and buzzed. By all the seas what was this?! The fingers were bad enough, now this too?!

"Plehehehehehehehehese! Nohohohohohohohoho!"

"Oooo, more new laughs! How many is that now? Is there more, elf?"

Axilla fully broke. If she could give back everything she had stolen, pleaded forgiveness for all the times she humiliated a human, she would have. The tickling needed to stop! All the thrashing and laughter was proof this was the worst thing the elf had ever experienced. Now all she could do was pray to be shown mercy by a lowly human.

Finally, after what felt like hours, a moment appeared for Axilla to surrender. Nila had briefly stopped tickling the waist and torso of the elf and started to turn around, most likely to tickle another area of her prisoner's body that she herself didn't know was ticklish. Axilla took in a quick gasp of air and nearly screamed out the words she hoped would stop the torment.

"I'lltellanythingyouwantanything!" Another gasp of air. "AllplansIknowpleasestopplease!"

Nila peeked over her shoulder and looked at Axilla. That wild gleam in her eyes was still there, and for a moment the elf thought the human would go back on her word. Thankfully, that would not be the case.

"You disappoint me, elf. You barely lasted thirty minutes! And I didn't even get to try to tickle every spot! Even Kasula gave me that chance." As if to prove her statement Nila quickly dug her fingers into Axilla's thighs, forcing more laughter. The elf thanked every current in the seas that she didn't continue.

"Well, I'm listening. And remember, it better match Kasula's to the letter." The human turned back around and wiggled her fingers at Axilla in a threat that she took quickly to heart.

The elf frantically explained the plans her kind usually followed when one or more were captured. When she finished she sank back into the bed she was tied to, exhausted from her ordeal. Nila got off Axilla and left the building, leaving the elf to ponder what fate might await her and Kasula.

The answer soon came to her. Axilla heard the door open and more footsteps approach. Kasula, hands bound in front of her with rope and face red, entered the lantern light first followed by Nila and another human. The two elves looked at each other, both seeing the shame and fear etched on each other's faces. Nila shoved Kasula forward and she collapsed to the floor.

"Don't try anything. As much as I want you two taken to the Hall of Glories we really want to catch that Princess Captain leading your fleet and her noble followers. Pray that we do, or you will take their place. Oh, and while you wait to see if that happens we have a little...insurance to make sure you don't do anything stupid."

Nila gestured for the other human and he gave her two lengths of thick golden cord. She then approached Axilla and, while the elf flinched, wrapped a length around her stomach several times before placing the two ends together. In a flash the ends of the cord became linked and Nila then approached Kasula with a cord for her too. Shaking, Kasula lifted her tied hands above her head and the woman repeated the process with her. Once finished Nila untied the rope binding Kasula's hands and the ties holding Axilla to the bed.

"Enjoy your time waiting, elves. Actually, I know you will from all the laughter we'll hear while we wait for your kind to return." Nila then waved her hand and said the word, "Knismolickle."

Axilla felt the fluffy cord around her stomach begin to vibrate and to her horror the tickling returned. She immediately fell to the floor giggling while clawing at the loops of cord around her in a futile attempt to remove it. Kasula, in between giggling herself and struggling to stay on her feet, tried to plead for mercy.

"W-w-we tolholhold yuhuhuhu! M-m-merchehehehehe plehehehehehese!"

Nila, while walking out of the building, turned her head and said, "Oh, my dear ticklish elves, this is a mercy. If we capture your princess and her associates you will then be freed from the tickling. The others will be taken to the Hall of Glories and their screams of laughter will echo through the Hall for years as praises to our goddess. Some may even get to experience her personal touch themselves. Unless, you would want to take their place?"

Kasula, the tickling starting to overwhelm her, fell to her knees. She shook her head frantically and quickly stammered, "N-n-nohohohoh!"

Axilla couldn't blame her, for she felt the same. Despite her loyalty to her kind she would never take their place in this instance. The thought of being tied and tickled for years shook her deeply.

"Well, I'm glad you've decided to see reason. We'll return once we have who we came for and you both will be released only then. Also, should you ever try to repeat your offenses or interfere with the plans of our goddess know that this here is the only mercy you will be shown. Cross us again and all that will await you is the Hall of Glories. Spread this knowledge to the rest of your race, for the time of humans is at hand."

With that Nila left the building, the door shutting firmly behind her and the sound of a barricade bar being put in place soon followed. The elves were now locked in a ticklish prison. Axilla, while still writhing and giggling on the ground, saw Kasula shakily get to her feet and stumbled around the building. In between her own light laughter Axilla heard her companion let out a small hopeful gasp and then shuffle back to where she was laying. Kasula was holding a small but sharp piece of metal, could this be the only chance they had at freedom?

Kasula, with a trembling hand, brought the metal to the cord wrapped around her stomach and tried to cut it. She then let out a sharp gasp before joining Axilla on the floor, her own laughter suddenly increasing. Axilla didn't care what just happened, her hand darted to where the metal lay on the floor and quickly tried to cut the cord around her. She soon learned that this was a terrible mistake.

As soon as the improvised knife touched the cord the tickling vibrations increased dramatically. Axilla instantly dropped the metal as her giggling turned into frantic laughter. Now both elves were thrashing on the floor, doomed to endure the heightened tickling until the second, and now doomed, attack from their kin came. They knew that hours of tickling would be ahead of them and that no pleas for mercy would be heard. All they could do is laugh and laugh and laugh.