Every werewolf has her day

The young Worgen Druid awoke in a daze, her location was a mystery but wherever she was it wasn't good. She attempted to stand but found tight metal shackles fastened around her wrists and ankles, she could tell by the feeling that she was laying upon a strong wooden table, what more it seemed to possess a silencing enchantment making any mana usage impossible. Her eyes began to adjust to her dark surroundings revealing to her dismay she seemed to be locked in a dungeon of sorts, the last thing she could recall was her and a large number of her friends performing a raid on the crossroads when little short of an army of Horde showed up. She along with her friends had scattered but something hit her... A dart maybe, whatever it was she blacked out moments later. She then noticed something else, her armour had been removed leaving her only in her silk white underwear. She struggled with all of her might but was unable to budge the immensely strong restraints, she couldn't even attempt to revert to her human form and escape that way as the table drained every last ounce of mana from her body. The restraints themselves were enchanted as well though she did not notice this at first,  they had been designed as a sort of paralyzing device though they left nerve endings completely unaffected movement from the neck down became near impossible. Suddenly her highly sensitive ears shot to attention as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed into the room, her eyes stared at the huge bolted wooden door and she awaited her captor's arrival. The sound of locks being opened rattled through the door before it slowly slip open, sure enough an assortment of Horde races entered the room, the young Worgen was shocked to see so many here just for her. "What sort of hellish torture have they in store for me?" She thought, speculating all manner of cruel treatments but she would never have guessed what they had planned. "Where am I?!? What do you want with me?!?" She snapped as soon as the door creaked to a close, a female Blood Elf stood just out of view and replied in a playful manner "You're in one of the soundproof prison rooms of the Undercity, and what do we want with you? Oh you'll see..."

The Blood Elf's taunting words just caused the helpless Worgen to panic more, as more questions arose so did her overwhelming paranoia, one Orc who had left as the door was closing had carried in two large steel locked boxes crudely labelled "Tools" though what this entailed was just one of many unanswered questions which sprang to the young druids mind. "Shall we begin?" Asked an Undead standing by the doorway, "Yes, I can hardly wait" added a male Blood Elf grinning in a truly frightening manner. The group surrounding her were a mixed bunch to say the least and none of them appeared to be the interrogating or execution sort, a male and female Blood Elf and male Undead, "why so many of them, what's going to happen" she thought to herself as they closed in around her.

The first to make their move was the female Blood Elf, she walked to the base of the table and knelt to lower herself. "Beautiful" she said to herself causing a fair amount of confusion in the captive Worgen's mind, "The last time we captured a new Alliance specimen it was a Draenei and she was no fun at all... Well a bit but they have hooves, but this is a first for me a captive with paws! I never thought I'd be so fond of them but they're very nice indeed" added the Blood Elf moving her face as close as she could to the druid's stationary feet. Suddenly the Worgen's eyes widened and her body tensed up as she felt the Blood Elf stroke her fingers lightly over the bottoms of her paws, "Oh they're soft too, really soft and so cute!" "Oh no, please anything but that" thought the Worgen as she felt fingers once again caressing her delicate sole, she tried with all of her might to move her foot in one direction or another, anything to stop the feeling but it was futile. The Blood Elf brought her second hand to her hapless Worgen's paws and began to gently scratch and twirl her nails across her soles and in between her toes, the Worgen bit her lip and shut her eyes trying with all of her might not to give them the satisfaction of laughing. Then came the moment that fractured the resolve of the young Druid, the Blood Elf placed a soft yet unbearably tickling kiss just below the tip of her middle toe causing a squeak of a giggle to escape her lips. "Oh my you definitely need these washed, they're all dusty from the barrens" said the Blood Elf enthusiastically, she quickly ran to the corner of the room and returned with a bucket of soapy warm water and a few other pieces of equipment. The young Worgen felt a soft wet rag begin to circle around on her left paw and with haste the male Blood Elf hurried over to join in, he grabbed a very soft brush and after dampening it started to scrub lightly under and between her toes.
"No heh no don't hehehe NOOOOOOOOAAAAAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOPPPPAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA I CANT STAND HAHAHAHA IIIIIIIIIAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAT I CANT STAND IT HAHAHAHAHA PLEASEEEEHEHEHE IM SO TICLISSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Sounds like she's enjoying it" said the female Blood Elf as she used her spare hand to tickle through the extremely soft rag only encouraging even more intense laughter, the young Worgen had never known she was so ticklish as she had only ever been tickled once before at an Inn when some Hunter's pet wolf decided it would be a good idea to relentlessly lick her paws. Teas began to roll down her cheeks as the female Blood Elf put the rag down and began to scratch her fingers up along the inside of her leg, she slowly dragged them back and forward when she reached the inner thigh stopping just where the leg meets the crotch. Meanwhile the male Blood Elf had begun to tickle both of her paws simultaneously, one paw he tickled with the soft brush whilst the other he teased by wiggling the toes back and forth as well as rapidly scratching her sole from side to side. Then the two seemed to have new ideas for tickling, the male Elf tied the soft rag around her middle toe so it dangled over her sole and brushed through that sending her into hysterics while his other hand still played havoc upon her left paw. The female Blood Elf however climbed onto the table and sat atop the Worgen, she began to tickle softly upon her sides before extending her own barefoot and rubbing it along the Worgen's cheek who promptly began to blush despite her maniacal laughter.

"Well would you look at that? She seems to like feet as well" cheered the female Blood Elf as she rubbed her beautiful bare feet in the Worgen's face, then to the Blood Elf girl's delight she saw that her hysterical captive was attempting to affectionately rub her face against the Blood Elf's feet.
"PLEEEEASEAAAAAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE! DONT HAHAHAHA DOOOOOOONNNNAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAT STOP!"
"What's that? Don't stop? Well if you insist" Teased the male Blood Elf as he withdrew a long red feather from his pocket and began to apply it to her left paw, twirling it at her sole and thrusting it in and out from between her toes.
"Wait up a second you two, I have something to try myself" hissed the Undead man beckoning his male Blood Elf accomplice to join him. He reluctantly stopped tickling her gorgeous paws and headed towards his friend, the female Blood Elf too stopped her tickling and before climbing off of her new pet teasingly touched the tip of her toe to the Worgen's nose and said "If you like I'll let you play with them again later".

The helpless Worgen regained her breath as the last few giggles escaped with her, once she had calmed down she asked "Why are you doing this? Whatever it is you want to know I'll tell you!" The Undead male grinned and with a voice filled with merciless glee replied "Why on earth do you assume we want anything, or for that matter want to know anything, we just want to play with our new pet..."

"Now let's put these little guys to work" said the Blood Elf male as both he and the Undead picked up one of the large metal boxes and dragged them over to the table. "Found these in an old abandoned mine not far from a cemetery where we Undead get a lot of our recruits, don't worry they don't bite but they are attracted to heat and you with your lovely fur, well you're the warmest thing in here my dear" he cackled as he undid the locks. The sound of scuttling filled the room as the two men raised the large boxes either side of the table and lifted the lids, at first there was a pause before the first of them emerged. A tiny black spider only larger than an ant crawled from inside and slowly onto the table, then another and another and then millions erupted fourth curiously pouring onto the table in a desperate attempt to be free of the box. The first of them made contact and crawled swiftly onto the Worgen's stomach sending her once more into a fit of giggles, "Oh no" she thought, "If just one is causing me to laugh already..." She stared in horror as the swarm approached her defenceless body, "Oh by the way, just a heads up but that warm water we washed your delightful paws with earlier, well they'll probably go straight for your paws now... Lucky little guys" added the female Blood Elf enviously. The young Worgen braced herself as best she could but she knew that these people would do her no harm, what she didn't know was how long she would be held there as a tickle slave but it was apparent she wouldn't be released any time soon...