(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the regular tickling version of the story. People who may be feeling a little dirtier can have both the tickling and some extra BDSM/sexual stuff in the Explicit version available also on my profile) 23rd Dec, 09:40AM: Looks like another resister today. My henchmen have recommended that I use extra restraints on this one, but to be honest, I think I will play around and experiment with him a little with regards to bondage~ CAPTIVE PROFILE: Name: Gaomon Species: Digimon Restraints required: Various Suspected soft spots: Feet Some very nice big feet on this mon indeed... That's why I'm going to experiment with some non-tickling torture for the first time in a while. Some pain might do him good and also will sensitise him more for the tickle torture~ I'm certainly looking forward to it. -Mendel –------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It wasn't often that anything other than your basic bondage and tickling happened in Mendel's dungeon, but this time he wanted to try something new – something that would test the victim's endurance with real consequences for failure. As such, Mendel placed his captive Gaomon in a very experimental position. After removing the mon's bandana and boxing gloves, his hands were tied behind his back with rope, not only together but also attached with a separate rope to the ceiling, in a way that would be easily detached. Although supported fully for the time being by those restraints, Mendel had also supported his footpaws with a small metal box. Very small, in fact, to the point where only the Gaomon's toes could actually fit on it, and that was a bit of a stretch. Rope was tied around his ankles to finish off the restraints...until a few minutes later when Mendel decided to go all-out and put a ball gag on his muzzle too. He wasn't in the mood for conversation. Before the Digimon could wake up, Mendel scattered around some old bottle caps he had gathered on the floor surrounding the metal box. This was a little game that he played with his victims when he was feeling particularly sadistic. Once he had made said victim aware of the situation, he could detach the rope connecting him to the ceiling and leave him balancing on the box with his toes. Of course, it will be in his best interest to not fall off with those upturned bottle caps lying around. It didn't take too long afterwards for the canine Digimon to awaken, signified by the loud muffled shouting and growling that immediately began from his gagged muzzle. He kicked about as much as he could with his tied legs for the first few seconds, although quickly realised the strain it was putting his arms under, and soon relegated himself to balancing with his toes on the box whilst trying to look threatening, despite being bound and gagged in front of a clearly smirking dragon. “Woke up quicker than I thought you would...” Mendel spoke, “Welcome to my fun little dungeon, little Digimon. Not many of my victims get to play this game to begin but I think you will enjoy it. It will allow you to show off your endurance at least...” Gaomon barely listened to the dragon as he was too busy snarling and being uncomfortable in his restraints. The dragon walked around him until he was standing behind, careful not to stand on any of the bottle caps, and continued speaking. “In a minute I'm going to release your hands from the ceiling. They'll still be tied but you will technically still be free to move around. However, I'd suggest using that box to balance on, as you may be in quite a lot of pain if you end up falling from it...” At that point the Gaomon looks down and spots the sharp caps that were surrounding him, all menacingly pointing upwards. At that point he also realised just how little of himself he could get on the metal box – he could barely even get all six toes on there. The growling and snarling got a little quieter as the creature's anxiety grew. “Don't worry – I'll only play this game for ten minutes. Go that long without falling and I'll move you into a more comfortable position. If you do fall however, the consequence will not only be the pain of the caps but also how much more sensitive they make you...” With barely any warning, Mendel then tugs on the arm restraints, pulling them from the ceiling and reducing Gaomon's body support to exclusively his toes on the box, Straight away the canine realises the strain that this sadistic game is putting him under. Managing to recover from the initial stumble as he lost his arm support, and trying his best to keep his toes firm albeit with the furthest toe on his right foot unable to get space on the box, he was forced into using his plump toes to keep up the entire weight of his body. His eyes remained wide and his gagged growling stopped, as he put all of his focus into his balancing act. The caps wouldn't badly injure him by any means, but they would hurt and make his paws weaker – and he had absolutely no idea what his tormentor was going to put him through next. A couple of minutes passed and the Gaomon was remaining fairly confident. Except for the occasional moment where his feet slightly lowered, he was able to keep himself firm and balanced. However, his confidence was lowered when he felt a very odd sensation on the exposed sole of his left foot. Not content with the existing torture, Mendel had decided to tease the Gaomon's feet with a small white feather that he had attached to a long stick, to save him having to dodge the caps himself. Although only giving a very light tickle, not enough to make him giggle, any sort of extra strain on his feet was the last thing the mon needed right now. Soon, another feather was added into the mix, and he found himself having to expose his soles even more to keep his toes firmly on the box. “Only 5 minutes to go – I'm sure you can endure that...” Mendel taunted, as he quickly swapped the feathers for some other tools. Upon feeling a new tool stroke across his left sole, the Digimon became much more unsteady. He was feeling a rough fork-like device running across his sensitive foot, giving him a violent urge to wiggle his toes, but he wouldn't stand a chance if he even tried doing that. That wasn't quite as bad, though, as the freezing cube of ice that he felt began to stroke over the sole of his other foot. That sent shivers through his foot and his leg which were visibly affecting his ability to balance. Soon, he became much more unsteady and shaky on the box, and his toes were beginning to ache badly from the strain being put on them. His tickle endurance was well and truly being tested. He was soon informed that only one minute was left, but that good news was accompanied by a harsh increase at the speed and pressure at which the fork and ice cube were being used on his vulnerable feet. The fork was even used just beneath his toes, which made them flinch and threaten to fall off every few seconds. The last half-minute would mean everything, as the Digimon could not balance much longer at all. Thankfully, the Gaomon eventually found relief as ten minutes passed and the dragon lifted him off the metal box and away from the danger of the bottle caps. His toes certainly ached but he at least got away without the harsh pain. He did at least have some endurance in him it seemed. “Good job, boy. You managed to make it through that test. But now it's time for your actual torture to begin...” The Gaomon's attention was now completely turned to growling and snarling once more – it was basically the only method of retaliation he could use, seeing as his wrists and ankles were tightly bound and completely immobile. Mendel was not affected by the muffled threats however – he knew that the Digimon was a lot more helpless than he wanted to seem. Simply smirking as the dog fought wildly, he roughly grabbed and groped him in order to work him into another bondage position – this time one that would make him both restrained and completely exposed. Gaomon was placed into heavy metal chains which hung from the ceiling, one wrapped around each limb, so that his hands and feet pointed up towards the roof of the dungeon. He was left to dangle helplessly, with nothing below him other than a short drop to the ground, allowing him to be tormented but still squirm as much as Mendel wanted him to. It took a while to get him into the chains, and the dragon was mightily happy that he had the foresight to remove the mon's boxing gloves, but he managed to retain the upper hand enough to get him completely restrained once more. Mendel kept the fork-like device in his hand, which Gaomon could now see was more of a metal rake than a fork, as he taunted the victim further. “Playtime is over, it's time for your real torture. Seeing as you have fought with me so much, I am going to have to give you a very rough tickling indeed~” The dragon teased and taunted before placing the rake onto Gaomon's belly and slowly stroking it along his helpless furry upper body. The mon continued growling and snarling but he squirmed a lot more fiercely against the prongs of the rake, and a light red blush started to appear on his cheeks next to his ball gag. After a minute or so, the growling mixed itself in with some light giggles, as the feeling of the rake tickling his tender belly and chest grew slightly stronger every few seconds. The dragon simply smirked as he tormented Gaomon with the rake. A good amount of the intensity was being created involuntarily by Gaomon himself, as he squirmed and writhed in his chains against the tickly tool, and ended up rubbing his own body against it much rougher than Mendel was actually applying it. But rough tickling wasn't everything, and soon Mendel decided to add a feather duster to the action, tickling different areas of his body with it. As he felt the rake go across his sides and underarms, even occasionally teasing his neck, the additional sensations of the feather duster being shaken across his soft belly made his blushing increase further, and now he was becoming rather flustered and giggly, overtaking the resistance and fighting that he was trying to keep going. But then Mendel moved the tools away from his upper body, and began to use the feather duster along his large blue and white feet, extra sensitive as always. The feeling immediately made the Gaomon go into hysterics – he could just about cope with tickle torture to his upper body, but his feet were far more tender and stimulation to them was making his entire body tingle as he kicked in his chains and wiggled his big clawed toes madly. A few minutes later when the rake began to stroke his soft soles, he squirmed like never before and his toes curled and splayed rapidly in succession as his poor footpaws suffered against the tickle torture of the rake. The tickling was intense for the mon, but there was no stopping it and no escape. Mendel soon began to use the duster on his upper body again as he raked his feet, giving the poor gagged mon a good full-body tickling. His laughs grew tenfold through his gag and drool began to run down his face and drip onto the floor below. The intensity of the tickling and refusal for Mendel to even give him any breaks resulted in Gaomon passing unconscious a few hours later, slumping in his chains. The dragon smirked as he admired the sight of another successfully defeated victim. –------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 23rd Dec, 06:34PM Oh my, what sadistic fun I've been able to have with this one! I haven’t been that excited in a very long time. I think I may have to give him a second session in the morning – I don't quite feel he has suffered enough yet~ Besides, I want to enjoy tickling him some more... -Mendel P.S. Keep stepping on those fucking bottle caps myself, so at this rate I should class myself as my next victim. Too lazy to pick them up though so screw it.