The otter thief
The Otter Thief
The little otter ran as swiftly as he could. The guards were hot on his trail. The scorching day did not make it any easier. His home made garments were moist with sweat. His feet began to get weary after running for so long. The poor lad was exhausted and didn't know how much longer he could run for. He began to wonder whether it was worth stealing a few measly gold coins from merchant in the marketplace.
"You can't run all day boy! You will soon tire and I will make you pay for making me run all this way" yelled the guard behind him.
The large bear kept running a sturdy pace despite his enormous build. After all, being the captain of the guards meant that one would have to be in top physical form. The bear was intimidating to everybody in the village. No one dared pick a fight or challenge him due to his hefty size, not even the other guards. He had a bad temper and could easily tear anyone with his bare hands, and have no conscience to think anything of the situation. He had a large scar across his left eye which was a result of the battles he had fought in the past. The captain began to get very agitated. It was very not easy to run all the way across the village in the scorching heat of summer, especially with layers of armour still mounted to him. As the otter tried to make his escape, he threw stuff as well as knock over barrels at the captain hoping that it would slow him down. This just made the captain even more enraged and made him want to catch the boy even more.
The otter had been running for about 20 minutes now. He was exhausted and began to stagger as he tried to run. He even threw down the sack with the merchandise he had stolen from the market hoping that the captain will grab it and stop chasing him. But that didn't seem to work. The captain was gaining on him quickly.
"Not much longer boy. Soon I will have you within my grasp and you will pay for your crime"
The captain knew that his chase was almost over. He saw the otter boy begin to huff and puff from exhaustion. It was then that he noticed a heap of firewood which was along the boy's pathway. The captain then pulled out a dagger which he had attached to his belt and aimed it at the stack of firewood. He skilfully threw the razor sharp object which cut the rope which held the firewood together. The wood then fell apart and rolled onto the boy's path. Before the boy could make it past, the firewood caused him to trip and fall over. He tried to quickly get himself up and make a run for it but it was too late.
"I've got you now! You little pest"
It was too late. The captain had grabbed the boys foot.
"No please! Let me go. I'm sorry for stealing the coins. I won't do it again"
"You think I am going to let you off that easy. You are now going to learn what happens to little brats who mess with me"
The captain then bound the boy's hands and feet. He was too worn-out at this stage to fight back. He passed out due to exhaustion. He just lay still as the bear tied him up. He then took the boy back to the castle where he would await his fate.
Several hours later, the boy awoke to a small confined room. It seemed to be a prison cell beneath the castle. He lay upon the hard stone floor. He tried to move his arms and feet but he still appeared to be bound. The cell that he was in was hot and humid which made him even more uncomfortable, apart from being bound. He lay still for a while trying to listen to his surroundings. There were soft moans from the prisoners who occupied the other cells. He wondered how long he would he would remain in that state before anyone came to get him. All of a sudden, he heard the main door to the prison open. The loud creak that the door made was enough to get attention of the other prisoners. He then heard the loud thud of footsteps make its way closer to his cell. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep for that moment.
The individual began to use the key to open the cell gate. After a loud click, the gate swung open. The boy then awoke to a hard slap on his face. He opened his eyes to see the captain staring straight at him. "There you are you little troublemaker! I have big plans for you. Guard, bring him along!"
One of the other guards who accompanied the captain carried the boy along. They continued walking until they came to a big wooden door. The guards then unlocked it and carried the boy in. The room was a huge room which had many contraptions in it. They came to a large wooden table and stopped in front of it. It seemed very rigid and had restraints on it. It seemed like it could restrain a person even mightier than the captain himself. It had a wheel which looked like a valve. The restraints were attached to this wheel.
"You know what this is boy. It's the wrack. In a moment you are going to feel the pain as you arms and legs are being stretched out of their sockets"
The boy was horrified and began to whimper. Just as the guards were about to untie him and place him on the device, one of them retaliated!
"But captain. He is only a boy. You can't expect him to be punished like this just for stealing a few coins. There must be something less harsh"
"Hmmm. You may be right. Maybe 20 lashings with the whip may sort him out!" said the captain. "Come on captain. There must be something we can do to teach him a lesson. Besides, if the king finds out that we punished him too harshly, he will have our heads."
The captain thought about it for a while. He then walked around the room trying to find something that would be more suitable. He then came to the end of the room where he found something covered with a dusty sheet. He pulled the sheet to reveal its contents. What he found was a set of stocks. It seemed good enough to restrain the boy.
"Guards, I think I found the perfect method to keep our guest comfortable"
He instructed two of the guards to carry it and place it in the centre of the room. The boy was terrified. He didn't know what the contraption was. What was even worse was the fact that he was about to find out. The device was quite solid. It had four holes cut into it. It had hinges which allowed it to open and close. There were locks at the end of it which held the device in place once locked.
"Untie him and lock him in the stocks!"
The guards proceeded to do so. The guards first opened the bottom of the stocks. They then forcefully place the boy's feet into each of the holes. They then opened the top of the stocks and placed both his hands in it. Once the boy's hands and feet were in, the captain placed the big metal lock at the end to secure the boy in. The otter tried to move but the holes that his limbs were in were so snug, that he could barely even wave them across. The captain then placed a small chair in front of the boy where they were face to face. "Comfortable? Asked the captain with an evil laugh"
"What are you going to do to me? Please let me go, I said I was sorry...You can't do this"
The captain laughed at the boy's attempts to beg.
"Guards! You may now leave. I will deal with this one" As instructed, the guards left and shut the door behind them.
"Now time for some fun!" the large bear sat back on the chair in front of the boy. He then began to undo the otter's boots.
"What are you doing? Please stop"
"Oh you want me to stop now. We haven't even begun."
Once the bear undid the otters left boot, he pulled it off. He then used his finger and ran it up the boy's defenceless sole. The boy fought the urge to giggle.
"Ah... Nice, soft and sweaty, just the way I like them. Have you ever been tickled boy?"
The boy had a look of sheer horror on his face. He just realised how horrific the situation really is. He was tickled many times before and knew how he hated it. He couldn't stand being tickled. Especially once being restrained like this.
The captain then ran his finger up the otters sole again. The boy tried his best not to show the captain that he was ticklish but it was no use. The captain then undid the boy's right boot and pulled it off his foot. "Look what we have here. Two soft, sweaty and ticklish feet. I am going to have lots of fun tickling your toes!"
The poor boy shut his eyes. He tried his best to get free but the restraints were too strong. The big bear stretched his hands and cracked his knuckles. He then slowly ran his finger up the boy's right foot. The claw scraped across the flesh beneath the otters toes. It caused his skin to cringe. The captain used his other hand to run his claw at the same spot on the otters left foot. The otter was trying hard not to laugh. He slowly burst into fits of giggles when tickled beneath his toes.
"Ha ha please stop....I...ha ha... am ticklish. Please not there"
"Oh ticklish are we. What about here" The captain then ran his claws up the boys naked soles. This is what drove the boy over the edge. He burst out into hysterical fits of laughter. The bear's claws scribbled across the boys sensitive souls. He tried moving and wiggling his feet to try and provide relief but the claws eventually found their way to his ticklish soles. The bear found it satisfying to see the boy in such torment. "Please stop! I beg of you. I can't stand this...hahahaha.....please I swear I won't steal again"
The bear laughed at the boys pathetic cries for mercy. "My boy after what you put me through when chasing you, I will tickle you feet in these stocks for an entire week"
"Noooo please....I swear i will be good hahahahahahahhahahah please make this staaaap hahahaha"
The captain changed his tactics. He used his hands to hold the otter's toes back. He then tickled the balls of the boy's feet. The boy began to scream even louder in hysterical laughter. His fingers seemed to find every ticklish spot on the boy's foot. He tried wiggling his toes to try and loosen the bears hold on them but his hand was too strong. The captain's fingers were moist with the sweat from the boy's toes so they glided effortlessly across his bare sole. He then used his hand to splay open the boy's toes and gently used his claws to tickle between them. The poor otter thrashed around violently. The chair he was placed on began to creek loudly. His toes tried grabbing the captain's fingers but his foot was too moist with sweat to get a good grip. His finger just slipped through his toes tickling him even more. The boy's voice was hoarse from screaming in such hysterical laughter. He was almost out of breath from laughing so much. The captain did not want him to pass out so he occasionally gave him a break between the tickling. He ran his fingers slowly up and down his sensitive sole when he heard that the boy was almost out of breath. When the boy had enough air in his lungs, he used all of his claws on his soles. While he tickled his left sole with one hand by running his claws across his foot, he used the other hand to tickle the otters toes and between them. He alternated every 5 minutes since tickling on one spot for a prolonged period would lose its effectiveness. Every time he changed tactics, it came as a surprise to the otter making him laugh very hard during that moment.
"So how are we getting along my boy? I hope you are enjoying yourself so far. As you probably know by now, I am the most skilful tickler in the entire kingdom. I have tickled the feet of many victims from brave knights to thieves such as you. I can make even the strongest warrior squirm under my special treatment" "Hahahahahha hahhhaha ....no not there pleaaaasssee.....hahaha I can't take this anymore"
The boy was begging for his dear life but the torment hadn't stopped as yet. Tears were flowing from his eyes and he struggled for breath. The captain had another tactic planned so he ceased the tickling for a while. The poor otter tried to catch his breath since he didn't know when the tickle attack will begin again. Whilst catching his breath, he noticed the captain remove his boots. He didn't think anything of it. The captain proceeded to peel off the sweaty sock that was stuck to his foot.
"I hope you had enough time to catch your breath boy...you are going to need it"
Without a warning, the captain tied his sweaty sock around the boy's nose. The smell was too intense for the boy. Each time the boy inhaled, resulted in him smelling the captains sweaty sock which indirectly made him smell the captains foot. The captain enjoyed this part the most. He sat and laughed for a few minutes watching the boy struggle for breath. The captain then positioned his seat closer to the boy. He lowered his nose to the otter's foot. He then grabbed his feet and nuzzled his nose between his victim's toes. He then took a big whiff at the boy's toes.
"Mmmmm I am sure going to enjoy this" said the bear with an evil grin. The bear then proceeded by extending his tongue and licking the boys naked sole from the boys heel to the tips of his toes. He once again burst into a hysterical laughter. The captain was now licking the boy's defenceless toes. Each time he laughed, not only did he breathe in the scent from the captain's sock, but he eventually tasted the sweat from it as he opened his mouth to laugh. The captain was relentless, it had been nearly 3 hours and the tickling continued. He did not know which was worse, the claws tickling his soles or the captain's tongue licking every crevice and slurping each of his toes. The captain loved torturing his victims in this way. It was rare that the captain found a victim who he found suitable for his tongue. He enjoyed the salty taste of their feet as he ran his tongue across the sole. He loved how their toes wiggled against his tongue for relief. Those were opportune moments he found where he could slip his tongue between their toes to get the rich taste. Not only was this agonizing for them, but each lick made their feet much more sensitive and susceptible to the torture. The boy's feet glistened with the captain's saliva. This was the longest that some had been interrogated by him. The guards outside heard the boys screams, even through the large door of the chamber. They knew of the devious ways in which the captain tormented his victims. They hoped never to be on his bad side since they may face the same fate as the otter boy.
It had been 4 hours and the boy was exhausted. As much as the captain enjoyed the taste of his victim's feet, he knew he had to stop or else the boy will pass out. He took one slow; last lick at his victims sole before he stopped. The boy was breathless from the torture. His chest ached badly from laughing so much.
"I hope you learnt a lesson boy. But it's not over for you yet"
The boy looked up at the bear with a confused look. He had hoped that this was over. He couldn't take another session. That would just be unbearable.
"Guards! Put him back in his cell. He needs his rest or else he will pass out tomorrow."
The boy screamed and pleaded with the guards to let him go. He couldn't believe that he would endure this torture the entire week. The captain just gave him an evil grin and walked off to resume his normal duties. The End