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“I’m very concerned about your level of performance, boys.” Gammei pushed his reading glasses with the knuckle of his finger, and his eyes stayed on the stack of reports that he had been reading. In front of him were two of his crew – Barrel and Furlong. Ever since they went after some villain and failed to capture him, they’ve been consistently missing in action during duty, or if they were there, they’d be late or left early. Both of them always had an anxious look on their face, with dark bags under their eyes. Gammei noticed that whenever their notifications went off, both of them seemed to have a mini heart attack. He thought at first that they were going off on their own to try and catch the guy that escaped, but evidently it seemed to be a little more than that. Whatever was going on, Gammei wanted it to be done and over with. “I’m going to be honest with you two – the higher ups aren’t liking these numbers, aight? Both of you have got to get yourselves together and deal with whatever is happening, because it’s really starting to impact the rest of your team. We need to be able to count on you when the going gets tough. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes sir.” Barrel and Furlong replied in unison. They gave each other a knowing glance, but that was all that they could muster to do. It was impossible for them to explain their flakiness, after all. How could they possibly tell their lead that they were being blackmailed with explicit, lewd videos of themselves being tickled until they turned into crying little sissies, begging for their captor to lick their feet and suck their toes, over and over and over again? It had been a couple months since they had started obediently going to their playful ‘Tickle Dates’ with TPH, and not only have they not learned anything new about the villain’s identity, they also managed to let him take even more videos and photos of their soles being tickled in all manners of devious, torturous ways.
“I think you’re still hiding something from me, but whatever it is – deal with it. I’m giving you both two weeks off, so use that time wisely. I expect both of you to be in tip top shape when you return from your paid vacation.” Gammei turned the stack of papers around, showing the two their involuntary time off had already been approved. “And let’s end whatever it is here. I don’t want to put either of you on a performance improvement plan – those things are death traps for your career. Don’t make me do it.”
“Ick..! Yes sir. We’ll, uh, we’ll clear it up.” Barrel lied, to which Furlong played along. There was no way they could easily capture TPH without their video leaking, at least not without a good plan, anyway. Two weeks off might just be what they needed to think of something and put it in action.
“Fine, fine, fine. Dismissed, then.” Gammei sighed and shoved the stack of paper away into his desk. He’ll deal with it later. “Get some rest. I’ll see you in two weeks.”
“So I assume you wanted us to see that.” Mokdai and Ryekie uncloaked themselves in the corner, where they had been listening in on the conversation.
“I wanted you to see for yourselves why Huckle and I are putting you on this special assignment. You must have sensed that something was off with those two.” Gammei took off his reading glasses and looked the two in the eye. “It’s a top secret Covert Op. I need you to shadow Barrel and Furlong. Those two are hiding something and I want to know what it is. Do not under any circumstances let them find out. As soon as you have intel, call me.”
“Well, that’s a big ask.” Ryekie retorted.
“It is. I acknowledge that.” Gammei put his fingers together under his chin. “I have reliable intel that those two were seen in shady alleys and warehouses after work hours. Places they have no business being in, considering our line of work. I don’t have any details for you – and that’s what your job is. To find out what these details are. Get to the bottom of it. If it turns out to be nothing, great – if it turns out to be something, gather as much intel as you can and leave unseen. Can I entrust this to you two?”
Mokdai gave Ryekie a look, and he received a shrug and a nod in return. “Leave it to us, Gammei.”
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Only two hours had passed before Barrel and Furlong received yet another text from TPH. It has been pretty frequent lately – more so than before. The two dreaded meeting up with the tickle sadist, but they merely groaned, grabbed their keys, and put on their boots. They were directed to go to a dockside warehouse this time – not abandoned, but nothing legal happens in an area like that. The pair made their way to the back entrance, completely unaware that they were being tailed by their fellow hero Rykie and Mokdai, who kept a safe distance from behind, only moving when there were a minimum of eyes. As soon as Barrel and Furlong disappeared into the shady building, Ryekie and Mokdai swiftly followed inside. The last image of the two they saw was Furlong and Barrel getting through another door – it was an emergency fire door, but no alarm sounded despite the warning on it, and they recalled there were no such doors on the outside of the building, which made the two stalkers highly suspicious.
Before the door closed completely, Ryekie used his lightning speed to gently prop the door open, just enough that it wouldn"t lock, but seemed to be closed on the other side. He gave it a couple seconds for the other two to clear before opening the door again, stepping in with Mokdai, to find that it was a stairway leading to the basement with only lights, pipes, and another set of heavy metallic doors on the other end.
“Maybe Gammei was onto something.” Mokdai commented in a whisper. “The hell are they doing here? Working with the baddies? That doesn’t sound like Barrel and Furlong. Geez.. What have they gotten themselves into this time?”
“We’ll find out.” Ryekie replied, then carefully stepped downstairs. When he reached for the doors, he noticed there were no locks, or bars, or anything of the kind – it opened outwards, just as fire regulation dictated – but he couldn’t get it open at all. It was as though it was being held in place by a powerful electromagnet, which the tiger didn’t know was. “It’s locked? But.. there’s no keypads or slots or anything to – shit! It’s a trap!”
Exposed, the two turned on their heels and bolted up the stairs, but it was too late – both sets of doors were locked, and a strange, sweet smelling green gas filled the corridors where they were imprisoned. Ryekie banged on the fire exit doors at the top of the stairs as hard as he could, trying to break it down, but it was just as sturdy as the doors in the basement. Soon, with only a couple puffs of the green gas, both Ryekie and Mokdai were completely knocked out, unconscious, and slumped against the door that blocked their way to freedom.
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Barrel and Furlong were getting impatient. Usually the tickling began the moment they stepped foot into whichever lair TPH decided to use that day. Today was different. They’ve made themselves comfortable and put themselves in the stocks, expecting the dragon to come forward momentarily. Barrel groaned and rolled his eyes, and Furlong smacked his lips together every couple minutes, annoyed that they were called and yet there was no reception, for one; feeling like their time was being wasted, for two; but also relieved that they weren’t being tickled out of their minds, which was a grace in another light.
“You know, I don’t know if this is more of a torture than being tickled.” Barrel said, then yawned. He would have covered his mouth if his wrists weren’t already locked in. Fancy machine, the dragon’s stocks. They automatically locked themselves, but couldn’t be opened unless their captor manually inputs a code on their control device. “I want to just get it over with and go home. I’m so tired.”
“Maybe he died of a heart attack, and we won’t get tickled ever again.” Furlong said. “Oh, no. That’d mean that we’re stuck here. Yikes. I"ll take it back. The least he could have done was turn on the TV so we could watch something while we waited.”
“Gosh, so impatient, the two of you!” The purple dragon finally pushed the door to his tickle dungeon open and revealed himself. “You know, there are mics in here and I heard you the whole time. If you wanted to watch TV, you could have turned it on yourself. The remote was right there.”
“Oh, look who finally decides to show up.” Furlong said mockingly. “Did you get sick and tired of tickling us? Well, then we’ll just get out of your hair and be on our way. We know how busy you must be!”
“Haw haw! Very funny.” The dragon stuck out his tongue at Furlong. “I had some business to take care of, since the two of you didn’t even notice you were being followed. You should be thanking me for cleaning up after your mess!”
“What?” Barrel raised an eyebrow. “We were followed? By who?”
“I dunno. You tell me.” TPH clicked the TV on, and then switched to the channel where the camera was recording in the other room. “These two. Tiger and dog. You should know them better than I do, with your hero get-up and all.”
“That’s.. Ryekie and Mokdai! What the hell were they doing following us?!” Furlong groaned.
“A lot of ticklish trouble, that’s what.” The dragon laughed. “So here’s the thing. I was going to try out some new stuff on the two of you, but now there’s four pairs of feet to play with! That’s eight whole soles and the accompanying toes that I get to tickle and savor and enjoy! Oh, what fun! I can’t decide who to use what on!”
“I’d tell you to let them go, but you’re not going to listen, are you?” Despite already knowing what the answer would be, Barrel asked anyway.
“Exactly. Can’t let some ticklish toes and soles get away, I tell ya.” TPH grabbed several tools in his hands, getting ready to tickle Barrel and Furlong first, but then thought of something fun instead. “Tell you what. Let’s play a game.”
“Oh no.” Furlong threw his head back in disbelief.
“It’ll be fun. I promise.” The dragon smirked.
“You might as well be out with it. What do you have in that sick, twisted, perverse mind of yours?” Barrel bit at the bait. “Let me guess. It involves tickles.”
“Bingo!” The dragon grinned widely. “How about this? In the spirit of fairness and what not, I’ll give you a chance to save your friends. All you have to do is not let a single giggle out while I tickle you for five whole minutes, and if you can last that long, I’ll let them go. I’ll even throw in a little anmesia gas to wipe their memory of following you. No harm, no foul, it’s been tested.”
“Ugh. And if we lose this game of yours?” Barrel didn’t want to know the answer, but he had to ask anyway.
“Then they’ll join you in tickle hell. Easy peasy!” The dragon clapped his hands together in glee.
Barrel looked at Furlong, and Furlong looked at Barrel. It was a chance, at least; with the alternative being Ryekie and Mokdai being blackmailed and stuck like they were. “You’re on.” Furlong said, gritting his teeth. He was going to be tickled regardless, and this way at least they could try their best to let those two escape their ticklish fate.
“Good, good, good. Excellent! Now, let’s not make this too easy for you. I know you won’t break in the first couple of minutes. You always need a good warm up, Furlong, so let’s tip the scale a little and make it a real challege, shall we?” TPH popped the cap off of a bottle of oil and dosed it over Barrel’s toes, then Furlong’s. With a pair of latex gloves to protect his hands, the dragon began to massage the slick liquid into their toes and soles.
“..Baby oil?” Furlong asked with a worried look on his face. “Come on, that’s not fair..!”
“Oh, you’re going to wish it’s baby oil! No, this is straight up sensitivity lotion! Courtesy of yours truly. Makes your soles nice and soft and at least twice as sensitive. Well, that’s the lab test, anyway – with my other tickle toys. So you and Barrel? You’ll be in the second stage of testing. Oh, what fun!”
“That sounds anything but fun!” Barrel protested as he felt the massaging on his feet, and the dragon’s fingers slipping between his toes. It had only been a couple moments, but he already felt the heightened senses on his soles. They felt warmer than usual, as though they were glowing with radiance; but also he felt the cool breezes that blew past and felt the wind between his toes. “Oh.. oh no!” Barrel gasped as the sensitivity continued to rise. “Stop! Stop! That’s enough! Come on, dude! Don’t you want to lick my toes instead? He-he hehe hee – no! That wasn’t me giggling! That didn’t count!”
“Oh, boy! Begging to have your toes licked already?” The dragon smirked with a wide grin, and pulled out his phone to fiddle with it. “You’re in soooo much trouble! Why don’t we make this even more interesting? The first one to break is going to get double the tickles I have planned for you today. If either one of you manages to go five minutes without so much as a giggle, your friends go free. Starting in three, two, one! IT’S TICKLE TIME!”
The dragon started the timer on his phone, and went right to work. Naturally, he didn’t want to waste any time leaving either Barrel or Furlong alone, so the dragon pulled from his pocket a device that he had planned for ahead of time. It was an automatic scalp massager, with five miniature wheels that rotate at different speeds each, while the whole thing spun at a steady pace in a clockwise direction. On each of the heads were silicone spikes meant to massage the pressure points on the scalp, but in this case they were pressed right up against Barrels’ soles, so that parts of the scrubbing went over the balls of his foot, and the rest attacked the center of his arches. With the tool pressed against Barrel’s left sole, the dragon quickly wrapped several rounds of duct tape over the device and the wolf’s foot, then repeated the same process with the other foot before the dragon switched both of the massagers on at the same time. Barrel immediately jolted against his restraints, jerking his head from left to right as he bit hard on his lips to stop himself from laughing. His sole was so much more sensitive than he realized – it wasn’t just twice as sensitive as the dragon claimed – he had to have been at least three or four times more so. He felt every last bristle that stroked against his smooth soles; and of the five miniwheels, one of them had particularly stiff bristles with pointy ends that cruelly scratched against his oiled feet. Barrel’s toes clenched up tightly and squeezed until the knuckles turned white, but the only thing screaming in his head was his own voice – screaming about how much it tickled. The wolf so badly wanted to let out the laughter he’s been holding in, but Furlong hadn’t even had a single touch on his soles yet, and Barrel really would rather die than to lose the game before Furlong’s even had a chance to enter the contest.
The whimpering from the wolf’s throat delighted the dragon, who then turned his attention to the hyena in waiting. Beads of sweat formed on Furlong’s forehead as he got increasingly more worried at what the dragon had in store for him, which was soon answered when the dragon pushed a cart at his feet. The bottom of the cart locked against the stocks that held Furlong’s feet prisoner, and when the dragon pulled a double jointed lever, the device was revealed.
“What the heck is that?!” Furlong gasped when he felt two fluffy things touch his feet – one by the lower end of the arches, just above the heels, and the other over the balls of his foot. He was initially shocked, but then realized that they don’t really tickle, which made him suspicious. “C-come on! Whatever that is, you don’t need it!” The hyena turned his head over to the crazy-looking wolf, who was struggling in his bondage, his body twisting and writhing around as the scalp massagers spun round and round and round with the silicone bristles. “Your hands are plenty enough! Dude..!”
“Oh, I know that. But do your feet? Hmm. I think they gotta experience this for themselves.” The dragon chuckled and pressed a button on the side of the box, and the fluffy rollers came to life. The machine was designed to press the fluff right into the victim’s feet and toes, so that there was no room for them to escape. With another button, they began to move up and down their respective half of the foot, so that the entire length of Furlong’s soles would be tickle abused as the machine pushed its tickly roller deep into his toes, to the point where it held the digits back so that they can’t curl or clench to protect themselves; while the lower roller found the hyena’s insteps and arches and exploited their hyper ticklishness.
While the two of them held their breath until they almost turned blue in the face, trying desperately to not let out anything that sounded like a giggle, TPH fiddled with his phone and the laptop he had in the room to sync both of them up. Then, instead of looking at the passed out Ryekie and Mokdai, the TV showed four squares, two each for Barrel and Furlong, of each of their feet being tickle tormented. An overlap popped up with the timer to show only fourty three seconds had passed, and the two were already dying – or at least felt like they were. The stocks blocked out their view of the devices, so all they got was a video feed that was a couple seconds delayed, which messed up their brains further. Whatever their brain expected and which part was actually being tickled was mixed up, which made the tickling somehow worse.
“Oh, but this is way too easy for the two of you!” The dragon said, and brought out another machine from seemingly nowhere. “This one is new, by the way – so you’ll have to tell me how it feels!”
The dragon placed the box a little further away, between the Barrel and Furlong. Then, with the press of a button, the machine activated. It was nothing like what the two were expecting. Rather than machanical arms or feathers, several light dots targetted their soles, as the camera showed them – and then the lights became a green laser grid that scanned their feet, one at a time. When the scan was completed, the machine whirled and several arms extended from it, each one carrying a tip at the end. Red laser lights charged from the tips, and shot with precision the most ticklish spots of thier soles whever it wasn’t covered by the machines. For Barrel, it meant his toes were always available, and it felt like a weird kind of itch – as though he had just been bitten by a mosquito. The wolf wiggled and spread his toes, but that only made the machine fire more shots at his toes and between them, as though he had a persistent itchy bug bite that he couldn’t scratch. Barrel groaned and gasped and whined. If he scrunched his toes together, the laser would target his heels, and there was nothing that could scratch his heels to provide any relief.
For Furlong, his toes were mostly covered, and so the machine targetted very tips of his digits, which meant not matter how much he wiggled them when he could, none of those spots would get scratched. The other sore spot for the hyena was the center of his soles, in the middle of his arches, right under the balls of his foot. The itching there was so bad that the only thing he could do was press them against the roller when it came around, which tickled him at the cost of a brief moment of scratchy relief. Furlong’s tongue hung from his mouth and the hyena screeched. Fair is fair, it wasn’t a laugh and it wasn’t a giggle.
Three minutes and ten seconds passed, and neither showed signs of breaking yet. The dragon rubbed his chin, and thought to himself. Why not try the sensitivity lotion again? Give them a good re-up. The bottle was right there anyway, and it’d be the first time he tried applying it twice in such a short time.
“Well, since you two aren’t making this as fun as it could be, it’s time to ruin these soles!” TPH smirked and tipped the bottle over each of their feet, so that their respective devices massaged and tickled the oil into their soles. At first it was just a sudden jolt of something cold and wet on their feet, but soon it was apparent that their feet were not, in fact, at the height of their ticklish sensitivity. The scrubbing and scratching intensified for Barrel, and Furlong swore he could feel every last feather or fluff or whatever it was touching each and every inch of his soles – and the sensitivity was still increasing.
Their desperation, too, increased proportionally with the intensity of their hyper ticklishness, and both Barrel and Furlong were now screaming their lungs out, each one mixed with jumbled words begging the dragon to lick their soles, to suck on their toes, to do whatever he wanted, but to just turn the machines off. The itching, the scratching, the fluffing – it was starting to get to be too much. Barrel’s feet were turning a most delicious bright pink, while Furlong’s eyes were darting from side to side, as if he was on the edge of insanity. Four minutes and fifteen seconds had passed.
“Wow, I’m impressed, boys – you’ve almost completed my challege – but I really don’t want you to win. What do you say we try adding just another dose of this sensitivity lotion, hmm? Scream if you want more, and laugh if you don’t.” The dragon baited. “Even I don’t know what will happen if I drizzle more of this oil on your feet. Maybe they’ll stay ticklish forever. Maybe you won’t ever walk again. Maybe you can just give up, cave in, submit to being my ticklish toys – and I won’t make your toes suffer! All you need to do.. Is laugh!”
At exactly thirty seconds left, the two finally bursted out in laughter – partly in obedience, but mostly in defeat. It was so close that the dragon couldn’t tell who did it first – oh well! Both of them will get twice the ticklish treatment, then! It’s only fair to play the game by the rules.
“Oh, tsk tsk tsk! That was so close. So very close! Hahah! Guess you just sealed your friend’s fates, huh? Well, I’m going to leave the two of you to enjoy yourselves while I go check on them. Don’t worry, I’ll treat them nicely.. For now.” TPH tapped several more buttons on the laptop, which activated the chairs that the two were sitting on. From the sides, mechanical arms sprouted from under the seat and began to scratch along their upper bodies; some were lightly teasing their ribs, while others dug into their armpits. Four hands massaged and scritched the inside of their ears. Two took turns itching the back side of their knees. A special suction device had its way at their tummies and blew artificial raspberries over their belly button. Barrel and Furlong screamed with laughter, now completely uninhibited by any rules or games, and completely let loose as the dragon stepped out of their room and disappeared. On the TV screen, the timer flashed from 30 seconds to four hours.
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“Ugh… anyone got the plate of the truck that hit me..?” Mokdai groaned as he murkily woke up. His head was spinning, or maybe it was the room that was spinning around him. It took the canine several moments to compose himself and remember exactly what had happened. Mokdai gasped when he recalled how he and Ryekie were knocked out while trailing Barrel and Furlong, and the realization of it made him literally jump up.
The problem was, he was tied down.
Mokdai panicked and looked around, and as his blurred vision clarified, he was shocked to find both himself and Ryekie completely tied down on some sort of weird chair. “Ah! Ryekie! Ryekie, are you alright?!” The canine twisted his body as much as he could, but his arms were cuff bound at the wrist above his head, and his legs were secured in a stockade. The chair he sat on was comfortable enough, but something that looked like a seatbelt kept him buckled in the seat, preventing him from lifting himself out of it. Leather belts wrapped around his legs to prevent him from kicking, and a collar was attached at his neck to keep him from throwing his weight around. Despite his larger frame, all of the gears holding him down wouldn’t even budge when he moved.
“Pipe down, Mokdai.” Ryekie mumbled. “My head is spinning and I have such a migraine. Ugh..”
It was then that the TV monitor in front of them flickered on. After a couple seconds of the feed loading, the image of Barrel and Furlong being tickled began to play on the screen, and with the volume on low it was clear to Ryekie and Mokdai that their laughter was desperate and agonized. The tiger and canine had their eyes glued to the screen for a few minutes, watching a timer in the corner tick down from three hours and fourty four minutes, and then realized how much alike their room was to the one that Barrel and Furlong were in.
“Oh crap.” Mokdai muttered as he made the connection. “I don’t want to jinx it, but that room looked just about identical to ours.”
“Don’t jinx it.” Ryekie groaned. “We gotta get outta here. Let me try something.”
The tiger focused through the brain fog and the mental haze and summoned up his lightning powers. He gathered up some energy in the palm of his hand, which was hanging above his head, and tried to blast the cuffs off. He felt the bolt of lightning go off, but instead of a small explosion around his wrist, it was like his power just poofed in mid air. Bewildered, Ryekie tried again, and again nothing happened. Not discouraged, Ryekie tried for a third time, this time he pushed everything he had to his hands and prepared for the largest attack he knew; and for a third time, nothing happened.
For all of two seconds.
The electricity drained from Ryekie’s hands were siphoned by the cuffs around his wrist, which then charged a battery to be used later. As Ryekie filled the battery with as much juice as he could, the threshold was crossed and the program began to release some of it to prevent the hardware from being damaged. Of course, TPH had already planned for this – he had reseached Ryekie and Mokdai before even meeting up with Barrel and Furlong. He knew that the tiger would try something like this, and so he prepared for something devious to happen when Ryekie inevitably used his powers.
“Aha hah hah hahhh..!” Mokdai bursted out in giggles as he felt a sudden tickly jolt all over. The dog looked down to see that his body was, in fact, covered in many gel patches with wires attached. They matched the color of his fur, which made it difficult to see when his eyes were blurred. The canine sucked air in between his teeth as he felt a second wave incoming. This time he felt a tingle under his arms and his armpits. Another zap over his nipples and down his ribs made Mokdai jerk and let out a string of gigglish laughter. “Eek! Hehe he he!! Wh-what is happening?! What are these things?! Wh-aaaa-haa haa haa haa!! Noo! It tickles! Haha haha hahhh!! It tickles it tickles, take them off it tickles!!”
The machinations were just beginning. The next segment of code executed, and Mokdai felt relief over his upper body, but now it was his tummy, belly, groin, and butt cheeks that felt the electric tentacles groping him. “Bwahaha!! Not my butt! Not my butt!! Oh my gosh help! Anyone! Any one–hone! Ahahaha! Ahaha haha hahaaaaa!! No! No, no, no!! Not my butt!”
As if responding to his demands, the program executed the last step of its initialization. Ryekie would watch in wonder as Mokdai squirmed in his bondage, his head flinging from side to side, and his whole body shaking as the patches on the canine’s soles came to life. The smaller patches on Mokdai’s toes and between his toes felt like feathers stimulating the canine’s tender, sensitive skin, while the bigger patches on his heels and arches felt like massive spinning brushes that scraped against his leathery pads. Three circular patches at the pads of his sole perfectly emulated rough feline tongues lapping away at the vulnerable, defenseless feet. Mokdai cried and screamed and laughed, and only after a full thirty seconds did the sensation on his feet begin to fade.
But nothing was ever that easy. Ryekie, who still hadn’t realized he was the cause of Mokdai’s ticklish torture, tried for a forth time. Again, with everything he had, he tried to break the cuffs from his wrist. Again, the power was siphoned, and the battery was overfilled. This time, it wasn’t just a safety measure that was triggered. TPH had manually started the program for a full tickle torture session for Mokdai, and all the patches worked together – at the same time. With just the gel patches attached to Mokdai’s skin, the dragon had perfectly simulated the same sensation as being scratched by a bunch of wooden prickly back scratchers. The patches over his nipples and ribs felt as though tickly claws were trailing their way through each rib, and the patches over his groin and buttocks felt like jellyfish tentacles that continued to sting him with buzzing, humming electricity between being groped. Mokdai’s feet were the worst as the patches activated alternatively, so that the canine could never guess which toe would be tickled, nor in which order his pads and heels and arches would be scrubbed. Mokdai bursted out in uncontrolable laughter, and Ryekie could only watch helplessly as the canine giggled himself in a sweaty, squirmy mess.
“Ooh! Is that delicious laughter that I hear!?” The dragon came into the room without knocking, as if he had been waiting outside the whole time. TPH put his hands together and smiled when he saw Mokdai in his maddeningly giggly state. “Delightful! Simply delightful – and judging from the look on your face, Ryekie, you still have no idea that it’s your command over electricity that set off the tickle patches on your partner’s body!”
“You.. you… dispicable.. Villain!” Ryekie snapped at the dragon.
“Ah, but allow me to formally introduce myself!” The dragon did a quick little curtsy. “I am known as the Ticklish Paw Hunter. As my name implies, I hunt for ticklish paws. Paws like yours.”
“Oh, you just wait until I get out of here.. And you’ll see what happens!” Ryekie growled, but the dragon wasn’t at all intimidated.
“If. If you get out.” The dragon smirked. “And as you can see on the screen, Barrel and Furlong have been at it much longer than the two of you – and, if I assume correctly, that’s the answer you were looking for when you stalked these two, hmm?”
“I’m telling you nothing!” Ryekie growled aggressively. Again, the dragon was unimpressed.
“Well, I don’t need you to tell me anything, tiger.” TPH chuckled as he stood by Ryekie’s bound feet, and then kneeled down until they were at the level of his face. “I just need you to.. Laugh!”
The dragon then unleashed his fingers all over the tiger’s soles. First, they danced and spiders all over the arches, making Ryekie break out into a smile. Then, they attacked the ball of his foot, where he began to squirm and shake his feet away. The dragon merely smiled to himself as he took a piece of string he had prepared, and looped it around both of the tiger’s big toes. With his big toes bound, Ryekie could no longer move his foot out of the way of the dragon’s evil tickly fingers. “Coochie coochie coo!” The dragon teased, trailing the tip of his digits against the tender, oftend hidden tiger sole. With just that, the tiger’s lips parted, and Ryekie began to uncontrolably giggle as his sole was violated and molested by the dragon’s hands. The tiger couldn’t stop himself from making those embarrassing noises as the dragon picked on every spot that made him react; even spots that he didn’t know he was ticklish on. The worst part for him was just under the ball of his foot, at the top of the insteps, where the dragon would then continue to attack that spot and only that spot, making Ryekie feel as though he was going to lose his damn mind.
“AHA HA HA HA HAAAA!! STOP! AHAA AHAA HAA! STOP TOUCHING MY FEE, MY FEE, MY FEE-EEE-EE-EE-EEEEEK!!” Ryekie screamed, his face twisted and screwed with embarassment, humiliation, and the loss of muscular control over his cheeks as the dragon abused and exploited every sensitive spot. The fingers wiggling between his toes, scratching the toe pads, the way the dragon raked all of his fingers up and down the arches and insteps, until he felt a warm, moist sensitive brush across the undersides of his toes. Ryekie screeched again when he realized it was the dragon’s tongue. “NOO!! NOO HOHH HOHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY ARE YOU LICKING MY FEE-EE-EET!!?”
“Mmm! Tasty! You know, a hero’s soles always taste the best after a good tickle session!” The dragon laughed and dragged his tongue across all of Ryekie’s toes once more, this time the tip of his tongue dug into the crevices between the toes, lapping and slurping loudly at the tiger’s tasty feet. While Ryekie was unconscious, the dragon had already given them a quick cleaning, but with just a couple of minutes of tickling, there was already a mild, natural, salty flavor. The dragon liked it, and he licked them again. “Yum!”
“NO! NOHHH!! STOP TI-HIHIHIHI-CKLING ME AND STO-OHOH-HOH-P LICKING MY FEE-HEE-HEE!!”
The dragon’s tongue proved to be a better tool than his fingers, and so TPH resigned his hands to raking against the tiger’s sole while his tongue worked over Ryekie’s bound toes. One by one they were licked and suckled and kissed, and throughout all that Ryekie couldn’t put together one threatening sentence without filling it with unbridled laughter.
When Ryekie had finally lost it, his basic instincts took over and tried to defend himself – by unleashing as much electric energy as he could muster. The result, as the dragon designed, only spelled doom for the tiger’s partner, Mokdai. The extra boost in the charges reactivated the gel patches attached to his body, and the canine bursted out in another fit of laughter as the tickling was renewed. With each huff and giggle, the dragon noticed how cute Mokdai’s belly bounced, and decided it was time to play with the dog instead. With his quick hands, the dragon strapped several electric toothbrushes between the tiger’s toes, set them off, and let them deal with the tiger instead. With an uncaring torturer at his feet, Ryekie could only moan and laugh and scream and shout and try his best to not let his power leak out – although his will and mental capacity was fading fast.
“Wow, oh wow what do we have here!” The dragon said excitedly as he towered over the bound Mokdai. With each giggle, the dragon saw that the canine’s belly bounced and jiggled, like jello on a plate. The dragon then gave the belly a good rub, to which Mokdai moaned unexpectedly, and when he jiggled the belly with his hands, Mokdai laughed some more. “Now that’s interesting!”
The dragon curled his fingers into a claw and scratched along the canine’s waist and belly, poking his finger in the belly button and shook his digits; and Mokdai could do nothing but scream with laughter as a weird tickling sensation overhook him – more so than the gel patches that continued to torture his feet. “HAW HAW HAW HAWWWW!! HAWHAWHAW! HAWW HAHHWWW HAAAHWWWWWW!!” Mokdai’s laughter was so loud that it was pounding like the base of a speaker. The more the dragon tickled him, the harder he laughed, and the more his belly jiggled; and in turn the more entertained the dragon was. TPH made a mental note to himself that he’d have to revisit this spot later – and in much more detail, because he really, really, really wanted to know just how much he would make that belly dance.
The dragon grabbed the bottle of sensitivity oil he had used earlier on Barrel and Furlong, and deviously smirked when he tipped it over Mokdai and Ryekie’s feet, letting a generous amount of it run over their toes and soles as their skin begin to absorb the vile chemicals that would make them more sensitive. “Bwahaha! Let’s see how much more sensitive you guys can ge–”
“EVERYBODY FREEZE!” A voice howled from just outside the door, and then a split second later, the door busted open. The metal latch that locked it flew aside as the wooden frame smashed against the ground, and four assailants rushed into the room, two half-masked and two without, one of whom pointing what looked to be an energy rifle at the dragon. “DON’T MOVE! HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! GET ON THE GROUND! NOW!”
In shock, the dragon froze in place for a second before complying with the commands. In mere seconds, his hands were cuffed behind his back, and with a brutish strength, the four new heroes trashed the stocks that held Mokdai and Ryekie captive and freed them.
“Nyke Lupus?!” Ryekie groaned between gasping for air. As soon as his arms were free, the tiger rubbed his feet all over to rid himself of the ticklish tingles. He gasped again when he realized how much more sensitive his feet were after only a minute of the oil being applied – and then he looked at the TV and surmised that Barrel and Furlong must have been a victim of that, too. “Wait. We’re fine. Go get Barrel and Furlong! They can’t be far! They can’t take much more than this!”
“Oh, they can take much more than this, alright. They’re only in the room down the hall, to your left. There. I’ve saved you some time. Maybe I can get off now for good behavior?” TPH chuckled to himself, to the disdain of everyone in the room. Victom and Alchiba nodded at each other and left, leaving Yoshiori and Nyke Lupus to watch over the criminal.
“Shut up!” Mokdai raised his fist, but he was quickly stopped by Nyke Lupus.
“Ei, ei!! You know that’s not how it works!” The wolf said, with a gruntish look on his face. “I want to punch him too, but rules are rules and what are heroes if we don’t lead by example and follow them to the letter? We’ve captured him, so that is that. We don’t beat up prisoners.”
“Grr!” Mokdai growled, rubbing one foot against the other leg. He still felt the tickling between his toes, but his revenge will have to wait. On the monitor, Victom and Alchiba had begun to free Barrel and Furlong, and soon they would all return to headquarters.
—
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Gammei rubbed his temples as his headache returned. He wasn’t expecting this case to need eight heroes from different organizations to crack. The glow of the monitor on the video call was making it worse.
“Yes sir.” Nyke Lupus replied. “Team Alpha, Barrel and Furlong, was captured by the Ticklish Paw Hunter, TPH for short. Team Bravo, Ryekie and Mokdai, were assigned to tail Team Alpha, and themselves fell into a trap. Team Charlie, consisting of myself, Victom, Alchiba, and Yoshiori, we waited outside and gathered intel via my Thermal Tracking. We noticed a sudden ceassation of activity from Team Bravo, and that’s when Alchiba hacked the security system and disabled all the traps before we entered. It took roughly forty minutes to hack and infiltrate the lair, and we rescued Team Alpha and Bravo within ten minutes thereafter. After securing the parameters, we discovered that there were more victims of TPH hidden in the cellar, some who had been captive for as long as a week. They had their needs met, but each of them is now undergoing psychiatric evaluation to assess the extent of the damages caused.”
“And who are these other victims?” Huckle jumped in. “Do you have an extensive list?”
“Only names for now, based on TPH’s internal files. Toshu, Goro, Pubraseer, and Borealis were rescued from the cellar as well, two more floors down from where Team Alpha and Bravo were retrieved. Each of them has a dossier of their own, compiled by TPH. It’s, uh. Very graphic.” Nyke replied, and opened some of the files to show the two chiefs what he meant. Each of the videos were an extensive record of the victims being tickled all over, but especially their feet. The video was taken in enough angles that a 3D reconstruction could easily be compiled. “Along with these videos, we found TPH’s multiple cellular devices. We believe this is how he contacted his victims – and issued them blackmails. Basically, if the victims did not comply with his demands for a ‘visit’, their video would be leaked out to the internet. We also believe this is why Barrel and Furlong have been acting strange lately – the files on them were long and extensive. Their sessions were particularly long and gruesome – uh, in terms of tickling.”
“Very good.” Huckle replied, but then quickly corrected himself. “No. What I meant is, good job on the rescue op. Anything else to report?”
“Yes.” Nyke Lupus dragged over another document, which was automatically shared to Huckle and Gammei’s devices. “We found a list of the clients and sponsors for TPH. It looks like he was making bank off this. The client list includes some very big names, including the mayor of the city and a lot of rich people.”
“We’ll.. sigh” Gammei groaned. “We’ll handle it from here. Thank you Nyke Lupus. Good job. Dismissed.”
—
“Nyke Lupus! How was the debriefing?” Mokdai greeted the wolf at the entrance of maximum security holding far beneath the HQ. “Same same. You know how it is.”
“Barrel, Furlong, and Ryekie went ahead.” Mokdai smiled. “I was waiting for you. Let"s visit our little villain wannabe, shall we?”
“You say that as if he didn’t get the upperhand on you already.” Nyke Lupus smirked and elbowed the dog playfully.
On the very bottom level of the prison, TPH was bound up the exact same way his victims were – arms above his head, wrists cuffed and hung from the ceiling, and his ankles locked in stocks. The difference was he also wore a blindfold, and his vitals were being very carefully monitored. Over the door was a special sign that categorized the dragon as Code Rho, a brand new code assigned just for him.
Inside the room was Barrel and Furlong, each one taking advantage of the dragon’s bound feet. The hyena feathered between the dragon’s toes while the wolf scrubbed his side of the dragon with a toothbrush, with a smirk on his face and with vengeance in each stroke. The tiger was standing behind TPH with his hands attacking the poor dragon’s pits, while he blew air at the nape of the dragon’s neck where he was sensitive. On a table nearby was the very same bottle of sensitivity lotion that they appropriated from the dragon’s labs, which was still pretty full when they took it – but now had less than a third left. All of it, as expected, went on the dragon’s toes and soles repeatedly.
The cell was relatively quiet, save for the dragon’s endless moaning and squirming and screaming. In his mouth was a soundproof gag that took away the dragon’s ability to make any intelligible noise, which all three collectively agreed suited him just right.
The dragon’s toes wiggled and flailed and spread and curled, but no matter where they went, a feather or brush was ready to attack them. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t speak. All he knew was tickles on his soles, on his armpits, on his waist and ribs and belly.
Outside the door was a long line of heroes and heroes-to-be. Their rules said they couldn’t harm a villain once captured, but there was nothing in the policy against tickling them, and they all wanted to vent their frustrations a little bit. It’s a stressful job, after all.
Another pump of restorative medicine filled the dragon’s mouth through a tube attached to the gag, and the dragon was forced to swallow it down. Instantly, his stamina and energy was restored. He hadn’t slept or rested in days. His tyranny of tickles was over, but his permanent ticklish suffering had only begun.
And all he could do is wiggle his toes.
=The end.=
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Blackmailed For Their Ticklish Soles
By KinkSaber
For Canas Nagase
“I’m very concerned about your level of performance, boys.” Gammei pushed his reading glasses with the knuckle of his finger, and his eyes stayed on the stack of reports that he had been reading. In front of him were two of his crew – Barrel and Furlong. Ever since they went after some villain and failed to capture him, they’ve been consistently missing in action during duty, or if they were there, they’d be late or left early. Both of them always had an anxious look on their face, with dark bags under their eyes. Gammei noticed that whenever their notifications went off, both of them seemed to have a mini heart attack. He thought at first that they were going off on their own to try and catch the guy that escaped, but evidently it seemed to be a little more than that. Whatever was going on, Gammei wanted it to be done and over with. “I’m going to be honest with you two – the higher ups aren’t liking these numbers, aight? Both of you have got to get yourselves together and deal with whatever is happening, because it’s really starting to impact the rest of your team. We need to be able to count on you when the going gets tough. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes sir.” Barrel and Furlong replied in unison. They gave each other a knowing glance, but that was all that they could muster to do. It was impossible for them to explain their flakiness, after all. How could they possibly tell their lead that they were being blackmailed with explicit, lewd videos of themselves being tickled until they turned into crying little sissies, begging for their captor to lick their feet and suck their toes, over and over and over again? It had been a couple months since they had started obediently going to their playful ‘Tickle Dates’ with TPH, and not only have they not learned anything new about the villain’s identity, they also managed to let him take even more videos and photos of their soles being tickled in all manners of devious, torturous ways.
“I think you’re still hiding something from me, but whatever it is – deal with it. I’m giving you both two weeks off, so use that time wisely. I expect both of you to be in tip top shape when you return from your paid vacation.” Gammei turned the stack of papers around, showing the two their involuntary time off had already been approved. “And let’s end whatever it is here. I don’t want to put either of you on a performance improvement plan – those things are death traps for your career. Don’t make me do it.”
“Ick..! Yes sir. We’ll, uh, we’ll clear it up.” Barrel lied, to which Furlong played along. There was no way they could easily capture TPH without their video leaking, at least not without a good plan, anyway. Two weeks off might just be what they needed to think of something and put it in action.
“Fine, fine, fine. Dismissed, then.” Gammei sighed and shoved the stack of paper away into his desk. He’ll deal with it later. “Get some rest. I’ll see you in two weeks.”
“So I assume you wanted us to see that.” Mokdai and Ryekie uncloaked themselves in the corner, where they had been listening in on the conversation.
“I wanted you to see for yourselves why Huckle and I are putting you on this special assignment. You must have sensed that something was off with those two.” Gammei took off his reading glasses and looked the two in the eye. “It’s a top secret Covert Op. I need you to shadow Barrel and Furlong. Those two are hiding something and I want to know what it is. Do not under any circumstances let them find out. As soon as you have intel, call me.”
“Well, that’s a big ask.” Ryekie retorted.
“It is. I acknowledge that.” Gammei put his fingers together under his chin. “I have reliable intel that those two were seen in shady alleys and warehouses after work hours. Places they have no business being in, considering our line of work. I don’t have any details for you – and that’s what your job is. To find out what these details are. Get to the bottom of it. If it turns out to be nothing, great – if it turns out to be something, gather as much intel as you can and leave unseen. Can I entrust this to you two?”
Mokdai gave Ryekie a look, and he received a shrug and a nod in return. “Leave it to us, Gammei.”
—
Only two hours had passed before Barrel and Furlong received yet another text from TPH. It has been pretty frequent lately – more so than before. The two dreaded meeting up with the tickle sadist, but they merely groaned, grabbed their keys, and put on their boots. They were directed to go to a dockside warehouse this time – not abandoned, but nothing legal happens in an area like that. The pair made their way to the back entrance, completely unaware that they were being tailed by their fellow hero Rykie and Mokdai, who kept a safe distance from behind, only moving when there were a minimum of eyes. As soon as Barrel and Furlong disappeared into the shady building, Ryekie and Mokdai swiftly followed inside. The last image of the two they saw was Furlong and Barrel getting through another door – it was an emergency fire door, but no alarm sounded despite the warning on it, and they recalled there were no such doors on the outside of the building, which made the two stalkers highly suspicious.
Before the door closed completely, Ryekie used his lightning speed to gently prop the door open, just enough that it wouldn"t lock, but seemed to be closed on the other side. He gave it a couple seconds for the other two to clear before opening the door again, stepping in with Mokdai, to find that it was a stairway leading to the basement with only lights, pipes, and another set of heavy metallic doors on the other end.
“Maybe Gammei was onto something.” Mokdai commented in a whisper. “The hell are they doing here? Working with the baddies? That doesn’t sound like Barrel and Furlong. Geez.. What have they gotten themselves into this time?”
“We’ll find out.” Ryekie replied, then carefully stepped downstairs. When he reached for the doors, he noticed there were no locks, or bars, or anything of the kind – it opened outwards, just as fire regulation dictated – but he couldn’t get it open at all. It was as though it was being held in place by a powerful electromagnet, which the tiger didn’t know was. “It’s locked? But.. there’s no keypads or slots or anything to – shit! It’s a trap!”
Exposed, the two turned on their heels and bolted up the stairs, but it was too late – both sets of doors were locked, and a strange, sweet smelling green gas filled the corridors where they were imprisoned. Ryekie banged on the fire exit doors at the top of the stairs as hard as he could, trying to break it down, but it was just as sturdy as the doors in the basement. Soon, with only a couple puffs of the green gas, both Ryekie and Mokdai were completely knocked out, unconscious, and slumped against the door that blocked their way to freedom.
—
Barrel and Furlong were getting impatient. Usually the tickling began the moment they stepped foot into whichever lair TPH decided to use that day. Today was different. They’ve made themselves comfortable and put themselves in the stocks, expecting the dragon to come forward momentarily. Barrel groaned and rolled his eyes, and Furlong smacked his lips together every couple minutes, annoyed that they were called and yet there was no reception, for one; feeling like their time was being wasted, for two; but also relieved that they weren’t being tickled out of their minds, which was a grace in another light.
“You know, I don’t know if this is more of a torture than being tickled.” Barrel said, then yawned. He would have covered his mouth if his wrists weren’t already locked in. Fancy machine, the dragon’s stocks. They automatically locked themselves, but couldn’t be opened unless their captor manually inputs a code on their control device. “I want to just get it over with and go home. I’m so tired.”
“Maybe he died of a heart attack, and we won’t get tickled ever again.” Furlong said. “Oh, no. That’d mean that we’re stuck here. Yikes. I"ll take it back. The least he could have done was turn on the TV so we could watch something while we waited.”
“Gosh, so impatient, the two of you!” The purple dragon finally pushed the door to his tickle dungeon open and revealed himself. “You know, there are mics in here and I heard you the whole time. If you wanted to watch TV, you could have turned it on yourself. The remote was right there.”
“Oh, look who finally decides to show up.” Furlong said mockingly. “Did you get sick and tired of tickling us? Well, then we’ll just get out of your hair and be on our way. We know how busy you must be!”
“Haw haw! Very funny.” The dragon stuck out his tongue at Furlong. “I had some business to take care of, since the two of you didn’t even notice you were being followed. You should be thanking me for cleaning up after your mess!”
“What?” Barrel raised an eyebrow. “We were followed? By who?”
“I dunno. You tell me.” TPH clicked the TV on, and then switched to the channel where the camera was recording in the other room. “These two. Tiger and dog. You should know them better than I do, with your hero get-up and all.”
“That’s.. Ryekie and Mokdai! What the hell were they doing following us?!” Furlong groaned.
“A lot of ticklish trouble, that’s what.” The dragon laughed. “So here’s the thing. I was going to try out some new stuff on the two of you, but now there’s four pairs of feet to play with! That’s eight whole soles and the accompanying toes that I get to tickle and savor and enjoy! Oh, what fun! I can’t decide who to use what on!”
“I’d tell you to let them go, but you’re not going to listen, are you?” Despite already knowing what the answer would be, Barrel asked anyway.
“Exactly. Can’t let some ticklish toes and soles get away, I tell ya.” TPH grabbed several tools in his hands, getting ready to tickle Barrel and Furlong first, but then thought of something fun instead. “Tell you what. Let’s play a game.”
“Oh no.” Furlong threw his head back in disbelief.
“It’ll be fun. I promise.” The dragon smirked.
“You might as well be out with it. What do you have in that sick, twisted, perverse mind of yours?” Barrel bit at the bait. “Let me guess. It involves tickles.”
“Bingo!” The dragon grinned widely. “How about this? In the spirit of fairness and what not, I’ll give you a chance to save your friends. All you have to do is not let a single giggle out while I tickle you for five whole minutes, and if you can last that long, I’ll let them go. I’ll even throw in a little anmesia gas to wipe their memory of following you. No harm, no foul, it’s been tested.”
“Ugh. And if we lose this game of yours?” Barrel didn’t want to know the answer, but he had to ask anyway.
“Then they’ll join you in tickle hell. Easy peasy!” The dragon clapped his hands together in glee.
Barrel looked at Furlong, and Furlong looked at Barrel. It was a chance, at least; with the alternative being Ryekie and Mokdai being blackmailed and stuck like they were. “You’re on.” Furlong said, gritting his teeth. He was going to be tickled regardless, and this way at least they could try their best to let those two escape their ticklish fate.
“Good, good, good. Excellent! Now, let’s not make this too easy for you. I know you won’t break in the first couple of minutes. You always need a good warm up, Furlong, so let’s tip the scale a little and make it a real challege, shall we?” TPH popped the cap off of a bottle of oil and dosed it over Barrel’s toes, then Furlong’s. With a pair of latex gloves to protect his hands, the dragon began to massage the slick liquid into their toes and soles.
“..Baby oil?” Furlong asked with a worried look on his face. “Come on, that’s not fair..!”
“Oh, you’re going to wish it’s baby oil! No, this is straight up sensitivity lotion! Courtesy of yours truly. Makes your soles nice and soft and at least twice as sensitive. Well, that’s the lab test, anyway – with my other tickle toys. So you and Barrel? You’ll be in the second stage of testing. Oh, what fun!”
“That sounds anything but fun!” Barrel protested as he felt the massaging on his feet, and the dragon’s fingers slipping between his toes. It had only been a couple moments, but he already felt the heightened senses on his soles. They felt warmer than usual, as though they were glowing with radiance; but also he felt the cool breezes that blew past and felt the wind between his toes. “Oh.. oh no!” Barrel gasped as the sensitivity continued to rise. “Stop! Stop! That’s enough! Come on, dude! Don’t you want to lick my toes instead? He-he hehe hee – no! That wasn’t me giggling! That didn’t count!”
“Oh, boy! Begging to have your toes licked already?” The dragon smirked with a wide grin, and pulled out his phone to fiddle with it. “You’re in soooo much trouble! Why don’t we make this even more interesting? The first one to break is going to get double the tickles I have planned for you today. If either one of you manages to go five minutes without so much as a giggle, your friends go free. Starting in three, two, one! IT’S TICKLE TIME!”
The dragon started the timer on his phone, and went right to work. Naturally, he didn’t want to waste any time leaving either Barrel or Furlong alone, so the dragon pulled from his pocket a device that he had planned for ahead of time. It was an automatic scalp massager, with five miniature wheels that rotate at different speeds each, while the whole thing spun at a steady pace in a clockwise direction. On each of the heads were silicone spikes meant to massage the pressure points on the scalp, but in this case they were pressed right up against Barrels’ soles, so that parts of the scrubbing went over the balls of his foot, and the rest attacked the center of his arches. With the tool pressed against Barrel’s left sole, the dragon quickly wrapped several rounds of duct tape over the device and the wolf’s foot, then repeated the same process with the other foot before the dragon switched both of the massagers on at the same time. Barrel immediately jolted against his restraints, jerking his head from left to right as he bit hard on his lips to stop himself from laughing. His sole was so much more sensitive than he realized – it wasn’t just twice as sensitive as the dragon claimed – he had to have been at least three or four times more so. He felt every last bristle that stroked against his smooth soles; and of the five miniwheels, one of them had particularly stiff bristles with pointy ends that cruelly scratched against his oiled feet. Barrel’s toes clenched up tightly and squeezed until the knuckles turned white, but the only thing screaming in his head was his own voice – screaming about how much it tickled. The wolf so badly wanted to let out the laughter he’s been holding in, but Furlong hadn’t even had a single touch on his soles yet, and Barrel really would rather die than to lose the game before Furlong’s even had a chance to enter the contest.
The whimpering from the wolf’s throat delighted the dragon, who then turned his attention to the hyena in waiting. Beads of sweat formed on Furlong’s forehead as he got increasingly more worried at what the dragon had in store for him, which was soon answered when the dragon pushed a cart at his feet. The bottom of the cart locked against the stocks that held Furlong’s feet prisoner, and when the dragon pulled a double jointed lever, the device was revealed.
“What the heck is that?!” Furlong gasped when he felt two fluffy things touch his feet – one by the lower end of the arches, just above the heels, and the other over the balls of his foot. He was initially shocked, but then realized that they don’t really tickle, which made him suspicious. “C-come on! Whatever that is, you don’t need it!” The hyena turned his head over to the crazy-looking wolf, who was struggling in his bondage, his body twisting and writhing around as the scalp massagers spun round and round and round with the silicone bristles. “Your hands are plenty enough! Dude..!”
“Oh, I know that. But do your feet? Hmm. I think they gotta experience this for themselves.” The dragon chuckled and pressed a button on the side of the box, and the fluffy rollers came to life. The machine was designed to press the fluff right into the victim’s feet and toes, so that there was no room for them to escape. With another button, they began to move up and down their respective half of the foot, so that the entire length of Furlong’s soles would be tickle abused as the machine pushed its tickly roller deep into his toes, to the point where it held the digits back so that they can’t curl or clench to protect themselves; while the lower roller found the hyena’s insteps and arches and exploited their hyper ticklishness.
While the two of them held their breath until they almost turned blue in the face, trying desperately to not let out anything that sounded like a giggle, TPH fiddled with his phone and the laptop he had in the room to sync both of them up. Then, instead of looking at the passed out Ryekie and Mokdai, the TV showed four squares, two each for Barrel and Furlong, of each of their feet being tickle tormented. An overlap popped up with the timer to show only fourty three seconds had passed, and the two were already dying – or at least felt like they were. The stocks blocked out their view of the devices, so all they got was a video feed that was a couple seconds delayed, which messed up their brains further. Whatever their brain expected and which part was actually being tickled was mixed up, which made the tickling somehow worse.
“Oh, but this is way too easy for the two of you!” The dragon said, and brought out another machine from seemingly nowhere. “This one is new, by the way – so you’ll have to tell me how it feels!”
The dragon placed the box a little further away, between the Barrel and Furlong. Then, with the press of a button, the machine activated. It was nothing like what the two were expecting. Rather than machanical arms or feathers, several light dots targetted their soles, as the camera showed them – and then the lights became a green laser grid that scanned their feet, one at a time. When the scan was completed, the machine whirled and several arms extended from it, each one carrying a tip at the end. Red laser lights charged from the tips, and shot with precision the most ticklish spots of thier soles whever it wasn’t covered by the machines. For Barrel, it meant his toes were always available, and it felt like a weird kind of itch – as though he had just been bitten by a mosquito. The wolf wiggled and spread his toes, but that only made the machine fire more shots at his toes and between them, as though he had a persistent itchy bug bite that he couldn’t scratch. Barrel groaned and gasped and whined. If he scrunched his toes together, the laser would target his heels, and there was nothing that could scratch his heels to provide any relief.
For Furlong, his toes were mostly covered, and so the machine targetted very tips of his digits, which meant not matter how much he wiggled them when he could, none of those spots would get scratched. The other sore spot for the hyena was the center of his soles, in the middle of his arches, right under the balls of his foot. The itching there was so bad that the only thing he could do was press them against the roller when it came around, which tickled him at the cost of a brief moment of scratchy relief. Furlong’s tongue hung from his mouth and the hyena screeched. Fair is fair, it wasn’t a laugh and it wasn’t a giggle.
Three minutes and ten seconds passed, and neither showed signs of breaking yet. The dragon rubbed his chin, and thought to himself. Why not try the sensitivity lotion again? Give them a good re-up. The bottle was right there anyway, and it’d be the first time he tried applying it twice in such a short time.
“Well, since you two aren’t making this as fun as it could be, it’s time to ruin these soles!” TPH smirked and tipped the bottle over each of their feet, so that their respective devices massaged and tickled the oil into their soles. At first it was just a sudden jolt of something cold and wet on their feet, but soon it was apparent that their feet were not, in fact, at the height of their ticklish sensitivity. The scrubbing and scratching intensified for Barrel, and Furlong swore he could feel every last feather or fluff or whatever it was touching each and every inch of his soles – and the sensitivity was still increasing.
Their desperation, too, increased proportionally with the intensity of their hyper ticklishness, and both Barrel and Furlong were now screaming their lungs out, each one mixed with jumbled words begging the dragon to lick their soles, to suck on their toes, to do whatever he wanted, but to just turn the machines off. The itching, the scratching, the fluffing – it was starting to get to be too much. Barrel’s feet were turning a most delicious bright pink, while Furlong’s eyes were darting from side to side, as if he was on the edge of insanity. Four minutes and fifteen seconds had passed.
“Wow, I’m impressed, boys – you’ve almost completed my challege – but I really don’t want you to win. What do you say we try adding just another dose of this sensitivity lotion, hmm? Scream if you want more, and laugh if you don’t.” The dragon baited. “Even I don’t know what will happen if I drizzle more of this oil on your feet. Maybe they’ll stay ticklish forever. Maybe you won’t ever walk again. Maybe you can just give up, cave in, submit to being my ticklish toys – and I won’t make your toes suffer! All you need to do.. Is laugh!”
At exactly thirty seconds left, the two finally bursted out in laughter – partly in obedience, but mostly in defeat. It was so close that the dragon couldn’t tell who did it first – oh well! Both of them will get twice the ticklish treatment, then! It’s only fair to play the game by the rules.
“Oh, tsk tsk tsk! That was so close. So very close! Hahah! Guess you just sealed your friend’s fates, huh? Well, I’m going to leave the two of you to enjoy yourselves while I go check on them. Don’t worry, I’ll treat them nicely.. For now.” TPH tapped several more buttons on the laptop, which activated the chairs that the two were sitting on. From the sides, mechanical arms sprouted from under the seat and began to scratch along their upper bodies; some were lightly teasing their ribs, while others dug into their armpits. Four hands massaged and scritched the inside of their ears. Two took turns itching the back side of their knees. A special suction device had its way at their tummies and blew artificial raspberries over their belly button. Barrel and Furlong screamed with laughter, now completely uninhibited by any rules or games, and completely let loose as the dragon stepped out of their room and disappeared. On the TV screen, the timer flashed from 30 seconds to four hours.
—
“Ugh… anyone got the plate of the truck that hit me..?” Mokdai groaned as he murkily woke up. His head was spinning, or maybe it was the room that was spinning around him. It took the canine several moments to compose himself and remember exactly what had happened. Mokdai gasped when he recalled how he and Ryekie were knocked out while trailing Barrel and Furlong, and the realization of it made him literally jump up.
The problem was, he was tied down.
Mokdai panicked and looked around, and as his blurred vision clarified, he was shocked to find both himself and Ryekie completely tied down on some sort of weird chair. “Ah! Ryekie! Ryekie, are you alright?!” The canine twisted his body as much as he could, but his arms were cuff bound at the wrist above his head, and his legs were secured in a stockade. The chair he sat on was comfortable enough, but something that looked like a seatbelt kept him buckled in the seat, preventing him from lifting himself out of it. Leather belts wrapped around his legs to prevent him from kicking, and a collar was attached at his neck to keep him from throwing his weight around. Despite his larger frame, all of the gears holding him down wouldn’t even budge when he moved.
“Pipe down, Mokdai.” Ryekie mumbled. “My head is spinning and I have such a migraine. Ugh..”
It was then that the TV monitor in front of them flickered on. After a couple seconds of the feed loading, the image of Barrel and Furlong being tickled began to play on the screen, and with the volume on low it was clear to Ryekie and Mokdai that their laughter was desperate and agonized. The tiger and canine had their eyes glued to the screen for a few minutes, watching a timer in the corner tick down from three hours and fourty four minutes, and then realized how much alike their room was to the one that Barrel and Furlong were in.
“Oh crap.” Mokdai muttered as he made the connection. “I don’t want to jinx it, but that room looked just about identical to ours.”
“Don’t jinx it.” Ryekie groaned. “We gotta get outta here. Let me try something.”
The tiger focused through the brain fog and the mental haze and summoned up his lightning powers. He gathered up some energy in the palm of his hand, which was hanging above his head, and tried to blast the cuffs off. He felt the bolt of lightning go off, but instead of a small explosion around his wrist, it was like his power just poofed in mid air. Bewildered, Ryekie tried again, and again nothing happened. Not discouraged, Ryekie tried for a third time, this time he pushed everything he had to his hands and prepared for the largest attack he knew; and for a third time, nothing happened.
For all of two seconds.
The electricity drained from Ryekie’s hands were siphoned by the cuffs around his wrist, which then charged a battery to be used later. As Ryekie filled the battery with as much juice as he could, the threshold was crossed and the program began to release some of it to prevent the hardware from being damaged. Of course, TPH had already planned for this – he had reseached Ryekie and Mokdai before even meeting up with Barrel and Furlong. He knew that the tiger would try something like this, and so he prepared for something devious to happen when Ryekie inevitably used his powers.
“Aha hah hah hahhh..!” Mokdai bursted out in giggles as he felt a sudden tickly jolt all over. The dog looked down to see that his body was, in fact, covered in many gel patches with wires attached. They matched the color of his fur, which made it difficult to see when his eyes were blurred. The canine sucked air in between his teeth as he felt a second wave incoming. This time he felt a tingle under his arms and his armpits. Another zap over his nipples and down his ribs made Mokdai jerk and let out a string of gigglish laughter. “Eek! Hehe he he!! Wh-what is happening?! What are these things?! Wh-aaaa-haa haa haa haa!! Noo! It tickles! Haha haha hahhh!! It tickles it tickles, take them off it tickles!!”
The machinations were just beginning. The next segment of code executed, and Mokdai felt relief over his upper body, but now it was his tummy, belly, groin, and butt cheeks that felt the electric tentacles groping him. “Bwahaha!! Not my butt! Not my butt!! Oh my gosh help! Anyone! Any one–hone! Ahahaha! Ahaha haha hahaaaaa!! No! No, no, no!! Not my butt!”
As if responding to his demands, the program executed the last step of its initialization. Ryekie would watch in wonder as Mokdai squirmed in his bondage, his head flinging from side to side, and his whole body shaking as the patches on the canine’s soles came to life. The smaller patches on Mokdai’s toes and between his toes felt like feathers stimulating the canine’s tender, sensitive skin, while the bigger patches on his heels and arches felt like massive spinning brushes that scraped against his leathery pads. Three circular patches at the pads of his sole perfectly emulated rough feline tongues lapping away at the vulnerable, defenseless feet. Mokdai cried and screamed and laughed, and only after a full thirty seconds did the sensation on his feet begin to fade.
But nothing was ever that easy. Ryekie, who still hadn’t realized he was the cause of Mokdai’s ticklish torture, tried for a forth time. Again, with everything he had, he tried to break the cuffs from his wrist. Again, the power was siphoned, and the battery was overfilled. This time, it wasn’t just a safety measure that was triggered. TPH had manually started the program for a full tickle torture session for Mokdai, and all the patches worked together – at the same time. With just the gel patches attached to Mokdai’s skin, the dragon had perfectly simulated the same sensation as being scratched by a bunch of wooden prickly back scratchers. The patches over his nipples and ribs felt as though tickly claws were trailing their way through each rib, and the patches over his groin and buttocks felt like jellyfish tentacles that continued to sting him with buzzing, humming electricity between being groped. Mokdai’s feet were the worst as the patches activated alternatively, so that the canine could never guess which toe would be tickled, nor in which order his pads and heels and arches would be scrubbed. Mokdai bursted out in uncontrolable laughter, and Ryekie could only watch helplessly as the canine giggled himself in a sweaty, squirmy mess.
“Ooh! Is that delicious laughter that I hear!?” The dragon came into the room without knocking, as if he had been waiting outside the whole time. TPH put his hands together and smiled when he saw Mokdai in his maddeningly giggly state. “Delightful! Simply delightful – and judging from the look on your face, Ryekie, you still have no idea that it’s your command over electricity that set off the tickle patches on your partner’s body!”
“You.. you… dispicable.. Villain!” Ryekie snapped at the dragon.
“Ah, but allow me to formally introduce myself!” The dragon did a quick little curtsy. “I am known as the Ticklish Paw Hunter. As my name implies, I hunt for ticklish paws. Paws like yours.”
“Oh, you just wait until I get out of here.. And you’ll see what happens!” Ryekie growled, but the dragon wasn’t at all intimidated.
“If. If you get out.” The dragon smirked. “And as you can see on the screen, Barrel and Furlong have been at it much longer than the two of you – and, if I assume correctly, that’s the answer you were looking for when you stalked these two, hmm?”
“I’m telling you nothing!” Ryekie growled aggressively. Again, the dragon was unimpressed.
“Well, I don’t need you to tell me anything, tiger.” TPH chuckled as he stood by Ryekie’s bound feet, and then kneeled down until they were at the level of his face. “I just need you to.. Laugh!”
The dragon then unleashed his fingers all over the tiger’s soles. First, they danced and spiders all over the arches, making Ryekie break out into a smile. Then, they attacked the ball of his foot, where he began to squirm and shake his feet away. The dragon merely smiled to himself as he took a piece of string he had prepared, and looped it around both of the tiger’s big toes. With his big toes bound, Ryekie could no longer move his foot out of the way of the dragon’s evil tickly fingers. “Coochie coochie coo!” The dragon teased, trailing the tip of his digits against the tender, oftend hidden tiger sole. With just that, the tiger’s lips parted, and Ryekie began to uncontrolably giggle as his sole was violated and molested by the dragon’s hands. The tiger couldn’t stop himself from making those embarrassing noises as the dragon picked on every spot that made him react; even spots that he didn’t know he was ticklish on. The worst part for him was just under the ball of his foot, at the top of the insteps, where the dragon would then continue to attack that spot and only that spot, making Ryekie feel as though he was going to lose his damn mind.
“AHA HA HA HA HAAAA!! STOP! AHAA AHAA HAA! STOP TOUCHING MY FEE, MY FEE, MY FEE-EEE-EE-EE-EEEEEK!!” Ryekie screamed, his face twisted and screwed with embarassment, humiliation, and the loss of muscular control over his cheeks as the dragon abused and exploited every sensitive spot. The fingers wiggling between his toes, scratching the toe pads, the way the dragon raked all of his fingers up and down the arches and insteps, until he felt a warm, moist sensitive brush across the undersides of his toes. Ryekie screeched again when he realized it was the dragon’s tongue. “NOO!! NOO HOHH HOHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY ARE YOU LICKING MY FEE-EE-EET!!?”
“Mmm! Tasty! You know, a hero’s soles always taste the best after a good tickle session!” The dragon laughed and dragged his tongue across all of Ryekie’s toes once more, this time the tip of his tongue dug into the crevices between the toes, lapping and slurping loudly at the tiger’s tasty feet. While Ryekie was unconscious, the dragon had already given them a quick cleaning, but with just a couple of minutes of tickling, there was already a mild, natural, salty flavor. The dragon liked it, and he licked them again. “Yum!”
“NO! NOHHH!! STOP TI-HIHIHIHI-CKLING ME AND STO-OHOH-HOH-P LICKING MY FEE-HEE-HEE!!”
The dragon’s tongue proved to be a better tool than his fingers, and so TPH resigned his hands to raking against the tiger’s sole while his tongue worked over Ryekie’s bound toes. One by one they were licked and suckled and kissed, and throughout all that Ryekie couldn’t put together one threatening sentence without filling it with unbridled laughter.
When Ryekie had finally lost it, his basic instincts took over and tried to defend himself – by unleashing as much electric energy as he could muster. The result, as the dragon designed, only spelled doom for the tiger’s partner, Mokdai. The extra boost in the charges reactivated the gel patches attached to his body, and the canine bursted out in another fit of laughter as the tickling was renewed. With each huff and giggle, the dragon noticed how cute Mokdai’s belly bounced, and decided it was time to play with the dog instead. With his quick hands, the dragon strapped several electric toothbrushes between the tiger’s toes, set them off, and let them deal with the tiger instead. With an uncaring torturer at his feet, Ryekie could only moan and laugh and scream and shout and try his best to not let his power leak out – although his will and mental capacity was fading fast.
“Wow, oh wow what do we have here!” The dragon said excitedly as he towered over the bound Mokdai. With each giggle, the dragon saw that the canine’s belly bounced and jiggled, like jello on a plate. The dragon then gave the belly a good rub, to which Mokdai moaned unexpectedly, and when he jiggled the belly with his hands, Mokdai laughed some more. “Now that’s interesting!”
The dragon curled his fingers into a claw and scratched along the canine’s waist and belly, poking his finger in the belly button and shook his digits; and Mokdai could do nothing but scream with laughter as a weird tickling sensation overhook him – more so than the gel patches that continued to torture his feet. “HAW HAW HAW HAWWWW!! HAWHAWHAW! HAWW HAHHWWW HAAAHWWWWWW!!” Mokdai’s laughter was so loud that it was pounding like the base of a speaker. The more the dragon tickled him, the harder he laughed, and the more his belly jiggled; and in turn the more entertained the dragon was. TPH made a mental note to himself that he’d have to revisit this spot later – and in much more detail, because he really, really, really wanted to know just how much he would make that belly dance.
The dragon grabbed the bottle of sensitivity oil he had used earlier on Barrel and Furlong, and deviously smirked when he tipped it over Mokdai and Ryekie’s feet, letting a generous amount of it run over their toes and soles as their skin begin to absorb the vile chemicals that would make them more sensitive. “Bwahaha! Let’s see how much more sensitive you guys can ge–”
“EVERYBODY FREEZE!” A voice howled from just outside the door, and then a split second later, the door busted open. The metal latch that locked it flew aside as the wooden frame smashed against the ground, and four assailants rushed into the room, two half-masked and two without, one of whom pointing what looked to be an energy rifle at the dragon. “DON’T MOVE! HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! GET ON THE GROUND! NOW!”
In shock, the dragon froze in place for a second before complying with the commands. In mere seconds, his hands were cuffed behind his back, and with a brutish strength, the four new heroes trashed the stocks that held Mokdai and Ryekie captive and freed them.
“Nyke Lupus?!” Ryekie groaned between gasping for air. As soon as his arms were free, the tiger rubbed his feet all over to rid himself of the ticklish tingles. He gasped again when he realized how much more sensitive his feet were after only a minute of the oil being applied – and then he looked at the TV and surmised that Barrel and Furlong must have been a victim of that, too. “Wait. We’re fine. Go get Barrel and Furlong! They can’t be far! They can’t take much more than this!”
“Oh, they can take much more than this, alright. They’re only in the room down the hall, to your left. There. I’ve saved you some time. Maybe I can get off now for good behavior?” TPH chuckled to himself, to the disdain of everyone in the room. Victom and Alchiba nodded at each other and left, leaving Yoshiori and Nyke Lupus to watch over the criminal.
“Shut up!” Mokdai raised his fist, but he was quickly stopped by Nyke Lupus.
“Ei, ei!! You know that’s not how it works!” The wolf said, with a gruntish look on his face. “I want to punch him too, but rules are rules and what are heroes if we don’t lead by example and follow them to the letter? We’ve captured him, so that is that. We don’t beat up prisoners.”
“Grr!” Mokdai growled, rubbing one foot against the other leg. He still felt the tickling between his toes, but his revenge will have to wait. On the monitor, Victom and Alchiba had begun to free Barrel and Furlong, and soon they would all return to headquarters.
—
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Gammei rubbed his temples as his headache returned. He wasn’t expecting this case to need eight heroes from different organizations to crack. The glow of the monitor on the video call was making it worse.
“Yes sir.” Nyke Lupus replied. “Team Alpha, Barrel and Furlong, was captured by the Ticklish Paw Hunter, TPH for short. Team Bravo, Ryekie and Mokdai, were assigned to tail Team Alpha, and themselves fell into a trap. Team Charlie, consisting of myself, Victom, Alchiba, and Yoshiori, we waited outside and gathered intel via my Thermal Tracking. We noticed a sudden ceassation of activity from Team Bravo, and that’s when Alchiba hacked the security system and disabled all the traps before we entered. It took roughly forty minutes to hack and infiltrate the lair, and we rescued Team Alpha and Bravo within ten minutes thereafter. After securing the parameters, we discovered that there were more victims of TPH hidden in the cellar, some who had been captive for as long as a week. They had their needs met, but each of them is now undergoing psychiatric evaluation to assess the extent of the damages caused.”
“And who are these other victims?” Huckle jumped in. “Do you have an extensive list?”
“Only names for now, based on TPH’s internal files. Toshu, Goro, Pubraseer, and Borealis were rescued from the cellar as well, two more floors down from where Team Alpha and Bravo were retrieved. Each of them has a dossier of their own, compiled by TPH. It’s, uh. Very graphic.” Nyke replied, and opened some of the files to show the two chiefs what he meant. Each of the videos were an extensive record of the victims being tickled all over, but especially their feet. The video was taken in enough angles that a 3D reconstruction could easily be compiled. “Along with these videos, we found TPH’s multiple cellular devices. We believe this is how he contacted his victims – and issued them blackmails. Basically, if the victims did not comply with his demands for a ‘visit’, their video would be leaked out to the internet. We also believe this is why Barrel and Furlong have been acting strange lately – the files on them were long and extensive. Their sessions were particularly long and gruesome – uh, in terms of tickling.”
“Very good.” Huckle replied, but then quickly corrected himself. “No. What I meant is, good job on the rescue op. Anything else to report?”
“Yes.” Nyke Lupus dragged over another document, which was automatically shared to Huckle and Gammei’s devices. “We found a list of the clients and sponsors for TPH. It looks like he was making bank off this. The client list includes some very big names, including the mayor of the city and a lot of rich people.”
“We’ll.. sigh” Gammei groaned. “We’ll handle it from here. Thank you Nyke Lupus. Good job. Dismissed.”
—
“Nyke Lupus! How was the debriefing?” Mokdai greeted the wolf at the entrance of maximum security holding far beneath the HQ. “Same same. You know how it is.”
“Barrel, Furlong, and Ryekie went ahead.” Mokdai smiled. “I was waiting for you. Let"s visit our little villain wannabe, shall we?”
“You say that as if he didn’t get the upperhand on you already.” Nyke Lupus smirked and elbowed the dog playfully.
On the very bottom level of the prison, TPH was bound up the exact same way his victims were – arms above his head, wrists cuffed and hung from the ceiling, and his ankles locked in stocks. The difference was he also wore a blindfold, and his vitals were being very carefully monitored. Over the door was a special sign that categorized the dragon as Code Rho, a brand new code assigned just for him.
Inside the room was Barrel and Furlong, each one taking advantage of the dragon’s bound feet. The hyena feathered between the dragon’s toes while the wolf scrubbed his side of the dragon with a toothbrush, with a smirk on his face and with vengeance in each stroke. The tiger was standing behind TPH with his hands attacking the poor dragon’s pits, while he blew air at the nape of the dragon’s neck where he was sensitive. On a table nearby was the very same bottle of sensitivity lotion that they appropriated from the dragon’s labs, which was still pretty full when they took it – but now had less than a third left. All of it, as expected, went on the dragon’s toes and soles repeatedly.
The cell was relatively quiet, save for the dragon’s endless moaning and squirming and screaming. In his mouth was a soundproof gag that took away the dragon’s ability to make any intelligible noise, which all three collectively agreed suited him just right.
The dragon’s toes wiggled and flailed and spread and curled, but no matter where they went, a feather or brush was ready to attack them. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t speak. All he knew was tickles on his soles, on his armpits, on his waist and ribs and belly.
Outside the door was a long line of heroes and heroes-to-be. Their rules said they couldn’t harm a villain once captured, but there was nothing in the policy against tickling them, and they all wanted to vent their frustrations a little bit. It’s a stressful job, after all.
Another pump of restorative medicine filled the dragon’s mouth through a tube attached to the gag, and the dragon was forced to swallow it down. Instantly, his stamina and energy was restored. He hadn’t slept or rested in days. His tyranny of tickles was over, but his permanent ticklish suffering had only begun.
And all he could do is wiggle his toes.
=The end.=
M/M - Blackmailed For Their Ticklish Soles
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