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"Alright, filthy robbers! Get up from your beds and line up in front of me!" The rival Au Ra roared, pointing his sword at the four Hrothgar who had just been woken from their naps. The four members sluggishly got up from their hay piles and lined up, arms tied behind their backs, dreading their new position as prisoners. They were once a large crew of pirates, holding not just a brigantine, but one stolen from royalty, one that was modified to become perhaps one of the quickest ships on the sea! But it wasn't fast enough to escape the trap set up by their rival gang, one that sunk their ship through a well-placed magic explosion, cutting their 40 crew to 20, which was then scooped up and kept as prisoners. These 20 hrothgar once sat in this cell, but overtime, they were transported to unknown places, only hearing strange loud noises from above for hours on end, and then never being seen again. Dobojansch knew this, his captain was taken first, then the first mate, and then kept on going down from most important to now these 4 cabin boys. The Au Ra inspected his stock, the four blankly staring forwards as the rugged pirate inspected each of them, before coming face to face with Dobojansch. He was definitely the toughest looking of the bunch, much bigger than his captor in front of him, but despite this, he was the most skittish when it came to battle. "Name?" the pirate asked him. "Dobojansch, cabin boy of the Green Skippers" He responded, giving a tired stare ahead. The pirate rubbed his chin, reviewing the hrothgar's form, before concluding. "Come with me, prisoner" He said, shocking the poor buff sweetheart. As he was led out of the cell, he looked back at the three members who only stared back with sadness, seeing how they might never see Dobojansch again.

He was lead upstairs from the 2nd floor to the 1st floor of the underdeck, the barracks for the crew. He passed by various small rooms where Au Ra slept, gambled, and laughed as the once-proud Hrothgar was lead to the other end as the ship. When he did get to the other end of the ship, and stood at the foot of the stairs, his warden tapped him on the side with his sword. "Not upstairs, to the right room" He said, pointing his sword to a small room that only had a single light. When Dobojansch dragged himself into the room, he noticed it was quite spartan in nature, with an uncomfortable looking stool, a bland strangely buckled table, a bucket of water and a hanging lantern right over the table. He was only alone in the room for a few minutes until he felt the planks shudder slightly, the lantern slightly swaying, and Dobojansch watching the door. When the door opened, a large figure blocked the small amount of light in the hallway, a Roegadyn in a furred vest with large iron boots and two short axes on either side of his hip. Dobojansch stepped back with intimidation in his eyes, knowing exactly who this famous pirate was, and what he was capable of.

"Red Dog Caersyng..." Dobojansch muttered.

He was startled by the giant's appearance, who had set his eyes on the poor cabin boy. Caersyng gave a close inspection to Dobojansch from a distance, more specifically his legs. They were a bit on the skinny side, even for a Hrothgar, and the fur on his feet were caked in mud and dust. Caersyng lifted his powerful arm and pointed at the table with buckles. "Lay down" he said menacingly. Dobojansch followed his orders without hesitation, for what could happen to him if he did not follow his orders could lead to his end. He laid back on the uncomfortable table, with the captain buckling him into place. He closed his eyes, assuming the worst, that he would be facing pain, humiliation, or worse, when he suddenly felt something wet on his legs and feet. Taking a peek, he noticed the feared captain setting that water bucket down, and holding up a brush.

He looked with confusion at the captain, who seemed to have planned to groom his feet. He gave a slight grunt, before his foot suddenly tingled with ticklishness. His foot flinched in reaction to the brush making contact, not expecting the strange cleaning of his feet. He snickered to himself, slightly wriggling on the table, flexing his toes. "nngh, s-stop! What are you-hou doing!?" He asked meekly, the captain giving a glance at the poor cabin boy. "Preparing your feet." He responded as simply as possible, scaring Dobojansch. He would try to think about his words deeper if the creeping reaction to his feet being tickled took over. He tried to keep silent, to not show his weakness, but it couldn't be contained. "S-staahp! Ple-hee-heease! I'll tell you anythi-hi-hi-hi-hiing!" He blurted out, simply trying anything to get the tickling to stop. His prayers were answered, though from the face of the Roegadyn, he felt as though he made a major mistake.

Dobojansch tilted his head forward to see the tops of his own feet. They were considerably much cleaner, the tops showing his natural white fur instead of his usual muddy color, and he assumed his pads were much the same. It was a moment until Caersyng said something. "Anything?" He imposed, Dobojansch shriveling into his own shoulders. "I... I didn't mean that, it was the spur of the mo-" He was interrupted by a hand over his mouth. "You cannot go back on your word, cat. But all I want to hear is your laughter, kitten. *That* is what I want you to tell me." He growled, Dobojansch's eyes widening. He wasn't going to be tortured through pain. He was going to be tortured through humility, and tiredness. "Now... tell me, kitty cat... Do you wish for the feathers, or the fingers?" He asked, Dobojansch panicking in his seat. "yh-wh-n-none of them? Please don't tickle me!" He blurted out, looking around the room. Caersyng smiled and pulled a long chocobo feather from his hat. "Feather it is!".

As the feather made so much as a slight touch to Dobojansch soles, he realized there was no hope. He did not know why this pirate wanted to tickle him, and he didn't even know what was to gain from this, maybe as some sort of sick joke, or for this man's sadistic pleasure. There was no point in trying to hide his laughter for this red devil. His laughter was loud as the feather tormented his soles, sliding into every crevace of his freshly cleaned paws. While Caersyng did not seem too interested in the fur covered heels and arches of the poor cat, he certainly focused on his pawpads, his toes and inbetween, and that was more than enough to get a reaction. "P-pleeease! Have mercee-hee-hee!" Dobojansch pleaded, attempting to push the feather away with what little wiggle room his feet had. While he couldn't see his captor's face too clearly, he could tell that there was a smile, as if he enjoyed the plead. "Keep going" The Roedagyn said, licking his toes with the feather. As minutes turned into the first hour, Dobojansch was already worn out from so much tickling. But he knew for a fact that it was only the beginning, as he was given a brief break before his captor rooted through a leather bag. "Please! Mister Caersyng! Now that we are done with this, c-can I please get back to my cell?" He asked, though expecting the worst answer. "Who said we were done?".

He pulled out a shiny silver fork, most likely stolen from some aristocrat. "Besides, these feet look absolutely scrumptious. You wouldn't want to miss out on the... appetizer, would you?" He said, before scraping the fork across his arches. Though his arches were not nearly as ticklish as the rest of him, the sharpened silver prongs digging past his fur got to him, and he shuffled in his table. Caersyng wasn't kind with the fork, going for the weakest parts, dragging them over each toe slowly, slightly pushing it into his pawpads, all the hear the discomfortable and ticklish groans of his prisoner. He couldn't take any more of this abuse to his feet, but the Red Dog relished in it. His ominous silence was occasionally broken by a chuckle and a mutter about his prisoner's feet. "GAA-AHAHA! STOP! PLEA-HEE-HEESE! I CAN'T TAKE NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MO-HO-HO-HORE!" He roared, his desperation getting the better of him. Of course, Caersyng ignored the message and enjoyed the panic in his voice. He was already breaking, and the best part hasn't happened yet. "All I heard was more, cabin boy, so I shall oblige" He said, before scraping harder to create a more volatile reaction. "You know, your captain lasted much longer than you did, cabin boy, but I am surprised that you lasted this long in the first place..." That sentence made Dobojansch hope completely burn out. He realized now that the weird noises he heard up deck wasn't physical torture, or some beast; it was his friends and boss, in the same situation as he was.

With the little respite he had after uncovering this, Caersyng had already picked out his next tool. He had already used the coarse brush, but now that his pairs have been "prepared" in front of him, he figured it would have a better effect. He didn't expect how big the reaction was. As the brush was set on the exhausted cat, Dobojansch's eyes dilated, realizing that familiar feeling, and dreaded the moment. "PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEESE! I SURRENDER! I'LL JOIN YOU! PLEASE STOP!" He screamed, as the brush turned his tan pawpads red with scratches and tingles. "I think we'll do this until we get to shore...and I think I'll be having a lot of fun, heheheh!" Caersyng said, sweeping his soles with the brush. While one was in bliss, the other was living in hell. As Dobojansch's body thrashed amidst perhaps the worst situation he's been in, he only had one thing to wonder; what happened next, after this horrible tickling? His answer came sooner than expected, as the Au Ra from before banged on the door from the outside. "Red Dog, sir, we've arrived at the hideout! I take it you're bringing our latest treasure?" He asked. Red dog stood up to open the buckles of Dobojansch, who was breathing heavily. "Get up, it's time for a walk... to your new life."

Dobojansch could barely walk, especially being almost unable to feel his feet, to the top deck, to witness an old fort obviously converted. This must be Red Dog's hideout. As he was lead inside, he saw a tavern, various pirates of all sorts drinking fancy wine and cheap rum. But it was downstairs where he noticed, strangely, laughter. Dobojansch wobbled forwards, looking into each door, seeing each of his previous crewmates in strange wooden machines, a pendulum of brushes passing by their trapped feet, each crewmate in a completely different status, some holding some resilience, some given up, and his captain even seemingly enjoying it, though it might be from his insanity. It wasn't until he got to the last few rooms, each door open revealing one of the machines, and an empty seat. "Welcome to your new home... Dobojansch" the Au Ra said.

None of the Hrothgar saw freedom outside of the fort. As time went by, one by one, the Hrothgar gave up trying to fight against the constant brushing, and soon started to accept it. The days turned to weeks, the weeks turned into months, and the months turned into the 2nd year. By then, almost every member of the Green skippers had learn to love the attention to their feet. Caersyng would occasionally reward his most loyal and brave crewmates with a night on one of the Hrothgar. While the two women of the group were a common choice, behind them was the skinny subby Hrothgar who once held the cabin boy position. Dobojansch realized quickly that the only way to stay "sane" is to enjoy it, and it didn't take long to rewire his brain to enjoy the tickling sensation. But another perk of being a popular choice was he had a night where he wasn't in the stocks, having his feet brushed over and over, and instead had his feet touched, tickled and licked by a couple of his members.

Dobojansch would never find freedom outside of this fort.

But he would accept it.