(DISCLAIMER: This is a tickling fetish story with 100% dragon foot paw focus. It includes a female tickler and both male and female ticklees. If you disagree, then, well, go back xP)

0:32am. Dead of night. The lights in one of the largest towers of the city were gradually being turned off as many of the workers travelled home from their late shifts. The tower spanned over 100 stories and was the home of respected dragoness Rania, a keen business figure who was regarded as the wealthiest and most powerful dragon outside of politics. With a hand in almost every form of business possible, Rania oversaw thousands of different sectors and had enough gold to last her a hundred lifetimes. But with great power comes great suspicion. Many dragons were unhappy with the monopoly she had over the world, and this disapproval of her actions grew tenfold when rumours began to spread in underground media that Rania was involved in a secret illegal trade – supplying weapons to the DSA, a feared terrorist organisation. There was no solid evidence, but unverified documents certainly seemed to paint a negative picture.

The top floor of the tower was home to Rania’s main offices, and were always vacated by midnight every night. But tonight, there were two dragons in there. Two dragons who certainly weren’t supposed to be there.

“Where should I look first!?”

“Shhh!” A golden yellow scaled dragoness, clad in black clothing for less visibility except for her head and her paws, was insistent that her partner stay quiet, as they couldn’t risk anybody overhearing them. “Whisper, 783! Certainly don’t shout! Did you bring the blueprints?”

‘783’, or Rocco as he was actually called, was a completely black scaled male dragon that was noticeably younger and smaller than his partner. At only 19 years old, he was still a rookie and really shouldn’t have been assigned to a mission like this – but after training for three years prior, he hugely impressed his superiors on his first mission, and was deemed to be suitable for a more dangerous one. His partner, Sadira, or ‘367’ as she was codenamed, was in her late 20s and was one of the most experienced in her organisation. Although she was at first annoyed to be placed with a much younger dragon – and one with hilariously tiny horns compared to hers – she knew it would be very valuable to the newer recruits if they had guidance from someone as skilled as her.

“Y-yes, miss 367!” Rocco nervously replied, unrolling a blueprint onto a table that had a detailed plan of the top floor’s security systems on it, “The intel is from various sources and we have no reason to believe that these aren’t as up to date as possible, miss.”

“Perfect. And don’t call me ‘miss’.” Sadira whispered, looking over the blueprints, “We already know that the CCTV system is down – so we don’t have to worry about movement. However, there could be all sorts of security triggers around here that we don’t know about. So here’s what is gonna happen – if the alarms are set off or there is any indication that someone is approaching, we exit via the window. The upper half of the building only has single-glazed window panes, meaning that we can smash through easily. Your backpack has a bulletproof guard built in. Those will let us fly away onto the ground even if we are attacked.”

Rocco couldn’t deny that the idea of smashing through a window and dramatically flying away whilst being shot at sounded awesome, but he would rather it wasn’t necessary. His wings were rather small and limited his flying ability anyway. “But what happens if we don’t get the documents before that?”

“Then we fail the mission, simple as that. But safety is the main priority. Some spies may be willing to give up their lives for intel but I sure as hell aren’t and I’m not going to let a young recruit like you get hurt either. That’s why we need to get out of here as soon as we can. You take the computer and I’ll search through the filing cabinet, but remember, any sign of a security trigger and we are straight out of here.”

“Right. Roger that, mi...uh...367.” Rocco replied as he went over to the office computer and turned it on. Thankfully, activating the computer didn’t seem to set off any security alarms. Sadira went to a cabinet in the corner of the room and began rummaging through folders, trying to look for anything that stood out as suspicious amongst all of the official business paperwork. Whilst she continued to search, Rocco got out a piece of paper from his backpack that had a series of 5 different letter/number combinations – intel had told him that at least one of them was the password for the computer system.

‘5T78DA78S’
‘Access Denied’

First, and most likely, password attempt didn’t work. It didn’t particularly phase Rocco much but it brought up mild anxiety about how trustworthy the data was.

‘3H573PHDE’
‘Access Denied’

With the failure of the second password, the young spy began to grow nervous. The documents were more likely to be on the computer than on print – if he has brought the wrong information then the entire mission could be pointless. Still, three attempts to go.

‘23BGD4T5J’
….

The computer seemed to stall for a bit. Rocco smirked as he assumed that it was loading and that the third attempt was a success. However, the computer screen soon went completely blank – and a red light in the corner of the room began to flash.

“Aah! I didn’t know I was only given 3 attempts!”

“OK, calm down.” Sadira tried to reassure him, dropping the files she was holding and preparing herself to evacuate. “Remember the procedure. On the count of 3 we are going to run through...the...” The confidence that the dragoness was showing was soon cut short, as she looked over to the large window overlooking the city. To her horror, a large metal shutter was quickly closing over the outside. There was no way they could beat it. “The security blueprints didn’t show any window shutters!”

Although the alarm wasn’t making any sound in the room, it was obvious that the enemy had been alerted. The sound of a group of guards rushing through the corridors could be heard in the distance. Sadira tried desperately to look around for a Plan B, whilst Rocco essentially just started hyperventilating. There was nowhere they could really hide from a pack of guards, but at least they could try – there was a walk-in cupboard in the corner of the room. Sadira gestured to Rocco to quickly run over there, which he did, working himself snugly into the cupboard. So snugly in fact, that there was no room for Sadira to get in with him.

“I’I’m sorry, 367, I’ll get out and let you-”

“No! If only one of us is making it out of here then it’s you, understand?” Sadira replied. The lives of the younger recruits always came first in a mission. As one of the most respected spies, she didn’t hesitate to put herself in danger to make Rocco safer. Shoving Rocco back in and shutting the door, she had nowhere else in the room to hide. She simply had to prepare herself to confront the guards.

“Hands up! Stay perfectly still!” The loud shouting of a male dragon filed the room before they were even visible, as the door to the office was kicked open violently. Sadira, stood directly in the middle of the room, did what was wisest – she co-operated and put her hand paws up as a group of four armed security guard dragons entered the room. It wasn’t the guards that surprised her the most though – after they entered, they were followed by a familiar sight. None other than Rania herself, calmly strolling into the office to see what exactly had set her alarm off at such a time.

“Well well, another snooper I see… I’m surprised one of you stupid idiots managed to even get as far as the office without being shot on sight...” Rania said in a sly voice. She was very dark purple in colour, only a few shades away from being black, and her large sharp horns gave her a rather intimidating visage, despite being shown with a fake smile in almost every publicity photo. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

As many witty retorts Sadira had in her mind, she still had one main priority. It was obviously hopeless for her now, there was no escaping the guards. But if she co-operated, she could get the guards out of the room as quickly as possible to ensure that Rocco went undetected.

“No… You caught me fair and square...”

“Good...guards, grab her!” Rania ordered her security team, who then quickly grabbed Sadira harshly by the arms and legs. “Take her to room 300...make sure she can’t get out!”

The golden dragoness was dragged and forced out of the room by the four guards quickly, and Rania slowly followed behind, closing the door of the office behind her. A few minutes later, when it was clear that the coast was clear, a hyperventilating Rocco emerged from the walk-in cupboard. With a panic attack overcoming him he could have very easily just curled up into a ball and slept for the night, but he had to pull himself together. He had managed to go undetected, this was now his chance. It was up to him to find out where they were taking his partner, and to rescue her. Somehow.


“Strap her into the chair! Make sure you cuff her body too!”

Sadira was being manhandled extremely roughly by the burly guards as she was dragged into a dimly lit room a few floors down from the office. The chair that the guards shoved her into was pretty much the only thing in the room – aside from a few cupboards dotted around, and the more threatening sight of some hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling in one corner. She wasn’t as nervous as she should have been. The simulations she had gone through during training took place in much more intimidating scenarios. She knew that she could handle a little beating at the hands of the guards, so she remained calm and didn’t fight much as they forced her limbs into thick metal cuffs at the arms and legs of the chair. Her arms were affixed uncomfortably to the chair with her hand paws overhanging, and her ankles were cuffed high enough to keep her feet paws off the ground by a few inches. The guards completed the binding by attaching a larger metal cuff around her torso that bound her tightly to the chair. It wasn’t comfy by any means – the cuffs were extremely cold on her scales and the chair itself was simply hard wood – but it was nothing compared to some of the extreme duress positions she had been trained to endure. Her will was strong, and as far as she was concerned, this was going to be a pretty easy interrogation to deal with. 

“You and your guards don’t have the balls to do jack shit! I’m not gonna talk to you just because you think you can scare me!” She shouted defiantly.

“Ugh...another loudmouth...” Rania sighs, “Why are so many of you spies insistent on shouting out everything on your mind except for the things I want to know? And for your information, my guards have already fulfilled their duty. I’m not letting anyone else share in the fun of my torture room!”

Sadira notices that the guards are all filing out of the room, and as the last one leaves he closes the door behind him. Rania obviously thought she was intimidating, but the spy was possibly the least scared she had ever been. At least the guards might have been able to inflict painful injuries on her.

“You’re gonna interrogate me yourself? What are you gonna do, bitch-slap me into submission?”

“Slapping is a potential action, yes. Depends how much longer you decide to disregard your indoor voice… But I digress, we must get to business.” Rania walks over to a cupboard and picks up a box from it. Although Sadira cannot see what is inside, it doesn’t look particularly sturdy or heavy. Definitely not the kind of box you would expect to have terrifying torture tools inside. “I think you know full well what I want. I don’t believe that you are working alone by any means. So someone, a very stupid someone, sent you to infiltrate my files. All I want is some very simple information – who they are, what organisation they represent, and what they want from me...”

“I ain’t answering the first two but you know damn well what we want. The whole world knows. Everyone’s suspicious of you and they know full well you are involved in acts of terrorism. All they need is one bit of solid proof and your empire will come crashing down.” Sadira replies, moving her head forward as much as she can to shout at her captor. “And trust me, even if you kill me tonight...they’ll just keep on sending more dragons here to get those documents. The lives of the spies lost are nothing compared to the amount of innocent lives that will be taken if you get your greedy fuckin’ ways...”

“Oh don’t you worry your pretty little muzzle, dear, I’m not going to take any lives tonight…” Rania smirked as she pulled out a white feather from the box, “By all means, it’s a lot more fun if it takes longer than one night...”

Sadira looked at the white feather in Rania’s hands. At first she thought it was a bit of fluff that would be discarded onto the ground, but the older dragoness seemed to be twirling it around in her fingers, almost as if that was what she intended to pick up.

“Look, it’s great that you have a hobby but I’m not interested in seeing your feather collection...”

“Hehe...” Rania’s smirk grew, “Tell me...what do you think I’m going to do to you tonight? I am curious...”

“I don’t particularly think you have the strength to do anything. You are gonna try your best to hurt me but you will just embarrass yourself.”

“Maybe I will hurt you, it’s certainly getting more tempting every time I hear your grating voice...” The older dragoness gritted her teeth with annoyance, “But in general...incorrect.”

“Well, if you ain’t gonna hurt me then are you just gonna bore me to death or what?”

“I used to be rather fond of the old fashioned painful torture methods...” Rania bared a single claw on her finger and twirled it around in the air, seeming like she was very slowly lowering it to near the ground. “Beating, electrocution, a thousand cuts...all great fun! But it just doesn’t get results any more. All the new spies now are prepared with specialist endurance training. They can handle extreme pain and it doesn’t even threaten to get them to talk. So to have any effect nowadays you need to do something a little unusual, a little unconventional. Something that’ll...REALLY...get to them...” With a devious smirk remaining on her face, Rania extended her claw, which was now hovering around Sadira’s cuffed feet paws, and very quickly swiped it along the underside sole of the bound dragoness’ left foot.

Sadira cringed and curled her toes up as soon as she felt the unexpected sensation. Although she didn’t offer an audio reaction, it was clear that it certainly wasn’t a pleasant sensation for her to feel. The real indicator of that came a few seconds later, as Rania’s claw did the same to her other foot, and a very soft, whiny giggle emerged from her muzzle for a split second.

“Oh, I’m sorry...I just accidentally caught you with my claw there...” Rania’s smirk made it obvious that it was a deliberate action, albeit, one that Sadira couldn’t particularly understand. “You seemed rather cute when I did that...do you have particularly sensitive feet?”

“No, it just tickled! Anyone would giggle at that!” Sadira seemed to want to defend herself, not wanting to admit to being forced to giggle. However that wasn’t the biggest question at hand, and she made a snarky comment that she would soon regret. “Heh, is that gonna be your method of interrogation? Tickling my feet?” Expecting another angry reply from her captor, the dragoness smiled confidently.

“...Why, yes!” Rania replied as she bared the claws on all of her fingers and made another quick stroke along Sadira’s soles, which were bound just far enough off the ground to make it easy for a set of hands to work underneath. Another cute little giggle emerged from the dragoness’ muzzle and her toes writhed a little, curling in succession and providing the tormentor with a delightful sight.

“Heh...eh...what do you mean?” Despite Sadira’s obvious reactions, she still seemed oblivious and unsure as to whether her captor was being serious. She noticed the feather from earlier still twirling around in Rania’s other handpaw. “T-tickling? Really?”

“You turn your nose up at the concept of tickle torture...” The tickler replies, “But just a matter of seconds ago, you were letting out a cute little giggle against your own will, and curling your little toes because you couldn’t stand how it felt on your soles...”

“Y-y-yeah…?” Something suddenly clicked in Sadira’s mind that made her cheeks blush slightly. She had never even imagined that tickle torture was an actual thing before. It certainly never came up during training. It was possibly, the one form of torment that she had never been aware of as a possibility. “Just because it caught me off guard doesn’t mean it’ll keep working!”

“...Let’s find out then~” Her eyes narrowing slightly as her look became more evil, the captor bared all of her claws and began to spider tickle the spy’s trapped soles. Tapping and stroking on them and making her feet and toes squirm, as well as creating a lovely consistent stream of cute giggles. “It’s humiliating, isn’t it? My bare claws on your bare paws – feeling your soles, stroking them...tickling them.” The dominant dragoness claw tickled for a while before she offered up a different sensation and lowered the feather towards her captive’s feet. She worked it underneath her soles, fluttering the fluffy fibres up, down and across the sensitive feet of Sadira, who immediately began to squirm those feet around and curl her toes up. She managed to hold in giggles for a while, but after about two minutes of the new, bizarre sensations of tickling being felt on her soles, she couldn’t help but fill the room with a continuous soft, high pitched giggle once again. The strong, resistant spy had immediately been reduced to a giggly schoolgirl, purely through the use of one small feather. And the tickler’s verbal teasing was not helping. The feather tickled for around 10 minutes – but for Sadira it felt a lot longer. “Ooh, a wonderful result~” Rania giggled herself, a much more sadistic and deep giggle than the one that had echoed for ten minutes prior.

“I-I’m not going to talk just because of a goddamn feather!” Sadira tried to remain resistant despite being faced with something she hadn’t been trained for. “So it makes me react in a funny way, so what? Just because you make me look stupid doesn’t mean I’m gonna break!”

“Ah...such adorable innocence...” With almost no warning, the dark-scaled dragon grabbed the back of the torture chair and pulled it downwards, flipping the bound Sadira onto her back with great force and causing her to yelp as she was winded slightly on impact. She was now laying down with her cuffed legs in the air. Her large yellow feet forced to point straight outwards, almost like they were directly inviting more treatment from their captor. “It isn’t necessarily the tickling that will break you – although I can assure you, those pretty little feet are going to be begging for a soothing massage after I’m done with them – No, it will be the psychological element that breaks you. The humiliation of the situation, the feeling of being helplessly stimulated… the feeling of your big feet being at someone else’s cruel mercy. That’s what will drive you insane. So, taking that into account,  along with how lovely your soles look when they are all bound and exposed like that, and how much I love your giggle, and how much I adore to make big ticklish dragoness feet suffer, I pose to you the question once again. Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”

Sadira couldn’t possibly have talked now. There was no way she could betray the mission under any circumstances, and submitting less than an hour into an interrogation would be the most humiliating outcome possible. But her large scaly feet were so very ticklish, very soft, and very vulnerable. This was a form of torture that put her through emotions and sensations she had never been through before. She could understand perfectly when Rania mentioned the psychological aspect – the feathering was like the tingles in her feet were rushing through her body and turning into feelings of severe embarrassment when they reached her mind. She really wanted it to stop – she couldn’t believe how much it was affecting her. But she wasn’t going to be defeated, and she was going to be as defiant as she could be.

“You know, when they put teeth into your mouth, they really ruined a perfectly good arse...”

“Even more of a bitch than earlier! Excellent...” Putting the feather to good use once again, on the now much more vulnerable and exposed dragoness soles, Rania was going to ensure that she was thoroughly punished for that comment. She slid the feather between two of her victim's toes which immediately resulted in extremely loud laughter emerging from her mouth. Between the toes was clearly a hugely sensitive tickle spot, and her captor was certainly going to make the most of that knowledge. She slid and stroked the fluffy, teasing feather over every inch of the poor tender toes, paying particular attention to sliding them into the spaces between. She wanted to verbally tease her victim some more but the volume of her laughter grew to a point where it would have been very difficult to hear.

After a little bit more feather torment, just enough to make sure the ticklee felt real vulnerable in her new position, the tormentor reached back into her dusty box and pulled out something much larger. It was fluffy and pink, but looked rather similar to the feather used earlier. “This’ll give a real niiiice tickle to your soles I’ll give you another chance to talk in an hour or so, but in the meantime...let’s get those toes wiggling!”

The huge pink feather duster created intense sensations when it began to stroke and glide down the bound girl’s soles. Her toes certainly wiggled – completely helplessly and frantically, with toe wiggling being the only possible thing she could do to soothe the tingling tickle sensations that her poor feet were being subjected to. As much as she liked to wiggle her toes during the torture, deep down she really didn’t want to – as she knew that it was simply extra entertainment for her deranged tickle torturer.

“You like the duster? You like how it feels on your soles? Well, you don’t seem to be talking, so you must simply adore the whole foot tickling experience!”

The room that the tickling was taking place in was in a secluded part of the building. Not many workers ever walked past unless Rania had specifically requested them to. But there was someone just outside the door. Rocco, shaking with nerves and moving at a snail’s pace around the building to ensure no detection, had been alerted to the torture room by the sound of the chair being flipped a few minutes ago. Slowly working his way towards the door, he definitely recognised the noises. Sadira’s unusually high-pitched giggle was instantly recognisable and there was no question that it was her inside the room. But why was she laughing? There were no other noises coming from inside, it was just a continuous bout of adorable laughter. Trying to see if he can get a better listen, he puts his ear up close to the door. He doesn’t hear anything else, with the exception of a small squeak from the door as it is accidentally pushed open slightly by the pressure. Rocco quickly hides behind, but nothing changes. The laughter was evidently significantly louder than the creak. The door was ajar just enough for him to be able to peek inside. Although he couldn't see much, he noticed that Rania was standing inside with her back to the entrance, so he could at least rest assured that he wouldn’t be caught peeking. He couldn’t quite tell what was happening, but he could see his partner’s feet wiggling around in the air. It took a while for him to figure it out, wondering if she was just convulsing for whatever reason, but he eventually noticed the large pink fluff that was fluttering over the golden paws. Was she really being tickled by Rania? It seemed ridiculous, but there was nothing else he could think of. But after a few minutes of pondering, he remembered that it wasn’t important what was happening to her, he simply had to save her. Rania seemed fairly distracted, so all he had to do was catch her unawares and knock her out. He had a metal pole in his backpack that he could use to attack her – he just had to pull himself together and work up the nerve to do it.

“If you aren’t going to co-operate, maybe I should tie your big toes together, hmm? I’ve seen you try and hide one foot behind the other a few times. I can’t be having that now, can I?” Rania taunted as she held a thin length of rope in her paws, which she promptly began to wrap and tighten around Sadira’s big toes to restrain them together.

“Some freak with a foot fetish isn’t going to break me! I dunno how many times I have to tell you, but I’m not going to tell you anything!”

“A foot fetish? Me? Just because I adore to stimulate helpless soles with tickle torture? I think you’ll find its called a tickle fetish, dear. Although, I won’t deny that if you were co-operative I might have sucked on your cute toes a little...”Rania ruthlessly teased, giggling deviously a little, “You probably think that I’m going to give up soon, don’t you? But you misunderstand just how much I’m enjoying myself… Every time you refuse to talk, my heart fills with glee at the fact I get to give you a little more of the foot paw tickling you deserve...”

“F-fuck you!” Sadira panted heavily as she received a brief break, “It’s useless, I’m never gonna say anything! You might as well just give up now!”

“Still plenty of time, my dear… And what’s even more special...is that now I have two of you to torture...”

Sadira was about to respond with snark before she realised that didn’t make any sense. There was only them in the room, or so she thought. The break from the tickling gave her enough awareness however, to look up to the ceiling and see her young partner clinging to some of the uneven roof panels, looking equally as confused about what Rania had just said. Barely a second later, Rania flew upwards, hissing as she gripped onto Rocco’s neck and pulled him down to the ground, making him shout in pain as he was pinned down by the much larger dragoness.

“So, you thought you could come to the rescue for your little friend, hmm?” Rania was almost drooling as she held onto Rocco, fuelled by the energy of taking him down, “Stupid little boy like you thinking you could outsmart me...pathetic...”

It wasn’t difficult for Rania to overpower the young boy and drag him around, especially not when he was being so nervous and panicked. He was roughly dragged over to the corner of the room, where hooks and chains dangled from the ceiling. With barely any effort, Rania wrapped some of the chains around his front paws and hoisted them up in the air, restraining the boy.

“Get off him! He doesn’t know anything, your beef is with me!” Sadira shouted, although what she actually wanted to say was ‘Why did you think you could be a hero you stupid little shit!?’ It probably would have been much better if Rocco had returned to base and informed them of Sadira’s captivity – there were agents who were much more skilled in ambushes than either of them were. But, as it happened, now they were both trapped with absolutely no guarantee that either of them would ever make it out of there. Rocco tried his best to kick frantically as his footpaws were wrapped in more chains and hoisted up, but he was simply wasting energy. Within minutes he found himself dangling from the ceiling, cold uncomfortable rusty chains rubbing against the scales on his wrists and ankles. Rania circled him, smirking, and ignoring Sadira’s pleas to let him go.

“It was a nice attempt at beating me, but it was a very grave mistake...” Rania uses her handpaw to gently stroke and rub Rocco’s chained feet, feeling up his soft soles and squeezing each of his toes as he cringed slightly. “Ooh~ look at those soles… so large, plump and soft for a young boy like you. And now I can subject you to the same wonderful experiences that your friend has gone through tonight~”

“I’ve told you-” Sadira interrupted again, “-the boy was just helping me, he isn’t the leader of this mission. Whatever you do to me, just let the boy go!”

“Oh I don’t have any intention of making the boy talk...in fact, quite the opposite~” Rania picked up a red ball gag from the dusty box and wrapped it around Rocco’s head, forcing the ball tightly into his muzzle as he growled in protest. He was trying to look aggressive, but it was clear he was more frightened than anything. Rania swaggered over back to the box and picked up the feather duster again, as well as getting out a large hairbrush with a wooden back. “I think you will be a lot more inclined to talk, if I make your friend nice and helpless...”

Rocco groaned a little through his gag as the feather duster was forced upon his newly bound footpaws. The delightful fluttering across the bare feet immediately indicated his ticklishness by forcing huge echoing bouts of laughter to fill the room, even through the muffling of the ball gag. His adorable, dark-scaled feet paddled back and forth as the toes wiggled all over the place, the many hundreds of feathers being felt strongly on all the sensitive parts of his feet and even going right between the toes as they helplessly squirmed. As if the boy wasn’t suffering enough, Rania soon started alternating between using the feather duster and using the brush, which forced even more extreme reactions. The chains rattled loudly as he thrashed at the torturous sensations of the brush digging into his soles.

“Stop it! Let him go!”

“Aww, but he has such beautiful ticklish foot soles~” Rania smirked, acting deliberately creepy, “Maybe if you tell me what I want to know I’ll lick all over his feet to soothe the tingles...”

“I’m not telling you shit, you know that by now! Leave him alone and take your pathetic anger out on me instead!”

“Well, if you really are that desperate to feel it on your soles again….” She quickly turns and gives Sadira her wish, administering the feather duster to the golden yellow soles again. The brush remained on Rocco, meaning that both sets of bound, vulnerable dragon soles were being exploited and tickle tortured. The sounds of adorable laughter, one set deep and muffled and the other set loud and high pitched, completely filled the room and acted as music to the torturer’s sadist ears. “You’ve both got such big ticklish soles...I feel like they are long overdue a good old-fashioned tickle torture. Especially that spot right between the toes on the young boy...”

Rania was enjoying herself far too much, and the only semblance of a break that the two dragon spies received was when she decided to pick up a video camera from the cupboard and set it up on a tripod to record their suffering. After filming a few close-up shots of their squirming paws of course. “Work those toes for the camera now, both of you~ I want this to be a video to remember...”

A long, long session of feathering and brushing continued long after the camera was setup. The sensitive soles just got more and more sensitive, the toes wiggling faster and more frantically and the laughter just getting louder and sweeter. As the spies suffered ticklish agony, Rania gained sadistic bliss at administering the torture.

“Feathers and brushes are nice...but when you really want toes to squirm...you need one of these...” Pulling the only genuinely threatening-looking tool so far out of the box, Rania showcased her long, pointy, silver metal pinwheel to the two bound dragons. Rolling it in her own hand for a second and recoiling from the teasing tickly prickle it caused. “If you two thought you were humiliated already, you ain't felt nothing yet...Get those soles ready~”

Hovering the pinwheel right above Rocco’s bare soles, she turned around to Sadira once again. “..unless you want to talk?” No response was forthcoming, Sadira was simply panting and looking increasingly frustrated. “Thought not~” A second later the cold pointy prickles of the pinwheel touched down onto Rocco’s sensitive dragon soles, rolling up and down continuously and decently firmly. The laughter through his gag turned into more of a moan with the pinwheel – a tool that thinly balanced on the line between extreme tickling and light pain. His toes squirmed more wildly than ever before. Curling, spreading and flexing over and over again as the pinwheel continued to travel over his poor, big feet. The exhausted panting when the pinwheel was finally lifted from him was more like he had just ran a mile. It was great fuel for Rania’s sadism when the heavy panting from Rocco merged with the new screaming laughs from Sadira as she felt her smooth soles being tormented with the pinwheel. It seemed to be rolling a lot deeper and firmer across her feet than Rocco’s – she couldn’t squirm her soles much as it almost felt like they were going to genuinely prick her. The pinwheel went up and down her soles, between her toes, and especially, rolled just underneath the toes side to side, a ruthless bit of torture on a very soft part of the feet.

Throughout the tickle torture, Sadira was given one bit of hope – as she squirmed and thrashed around, she could tell that the cuff on her right wrist was loosening slightly. But it was only that cuff, the others were still extremely tight and uncomfortable. Even if she managed to get that one handpaw free, she would only be overpowered and restrained again. But, she thought, if there was a way to get Rania away from her for long enough, she might be able to free herself. And there was only one way to do that.

“St-haha-stahahapp!! I’ihihihll tahahalk!! I’ll tahahahalk!!!”

Rania’s ears perked up at the plea, and surprisingly, she did indeed stop her incessant sadism. Dropping the pinwheel down, she squared up to the bound yellow dragoness and got right in her face. “I like what I just heard...you have 30 seconds to tell me what I need to know.”

“We both work for the DFI...based in the south side of the city! Our superior is named Varna and we were sent here to steal documents from you...” Sadira said, completely lying.

“Hmm, the DFI, eh? I haven’t heard of them before...” She hesitated, before smirking, “But you seem very certain...give me a few minutes.” Turning around, she walks towards the door and opens it. “I’ll alert my guards to the information and get them to investigate. I’ll be back in five minutes...be good now!”

With the sound of the door slamming, it took half a second before Sadira started violently thrashing around to try and loosen the cuff even more. Rocco was slightly frightened by the thrashing as he wasn’t quite sure what Sadira’s plan was. About a minute later, a loud snapping sound indicated that the cuff had broken loose, and the dragoness’ hand was now thankfully free. 

“Thank god!” She said happily, using her free hand to rip open the other cuffs and completely free herself. “We are free! We’re outta here!”

“Mmmphh!” Rocco shouted through his gag, seeming angry. He wasn’t remotely confident that Sadira had an actual plan at all. Upon her getting out of her torture chair, she immediately went to the young boy and tore off his ball gag, allowing him to speak again. “What was that? What was all that stuff you told her?”

“Lies, of course! What kind of a name is Varna?” Sadira replied as she got to work trying to release the chains, “But it won’t matter. As soon as I’ve gotten you free, we will climb through that vent up there. We got in through the vent system, we can damn well get out again through there.”

“Right. And if we can’t?”

Sadira simply shrugged, grunting as she tried to move chains that simply weren’t moving. “Fuck! These chains just won’t budge...”

“Hurry, hurry! If she catches you out of the chair she’ll punish both of us!”

“I’m trying!” Sadira shouted, “Aagh! What type of chains are these!?”

Rocco heard a noise coming from down the corridor. He didn’t know if he was imagining it due to fear or what, but it certainly sounded like it was a certain dragoness returning down the hall.

“Aah...quick, get back!”

“I didn’t hear anything, stop freaking out!”

“Maybe if you stop freaking out you’ll be able to free me!”

It just wasn’t happening, and Sadira soon began to hear paranoid noises herself.

“I-I can’t do it!”

“Just...go...” Rocco says, “You can get out of here, make the most of it. The mission has already gone to shit, you have nothing to gain from staying.”

“I have a goddamn fucking partner to gain from staying! I’m not leaving you behind after all this!”

“You don’t have a choice!” Rocco gained a sense of dominance he had never felt before. He didn’t care what happened to him – as long as one of them got out alive. “...Please…Sadira...Go...”

Sadira didn’t want to abandon him. She’d much rather sacrifice herself. But it was clear that it was either both of them, or just Rocco. And if she could get out of there, she could at least form a rescue mission.

“...I promise we will get you out of here...okay?”

“...I know you will~” Rocco smiled, “You’re the best agent we have, remember!”

Sadira smiled back, before turning and climbing into the vent above where her partner was chained. Taking one last look at him, who seemed far too content with remaining captive, she disappeared into the vent, just at the second that she heard the door open once more.


She couldn’t get it out of her mind. She had managed to get out of the tower with no problems, in a matter of minutes. And she had immediately reported the mission failure to her superior, as well as the fact that an agent was left behind. But, all that mattered to her, was that she couldn’t save him herself. Just a few puny chains were enough to force her to leave a young recruit in a torture chamber. It’s something that should never have happened.

Laying on her bed and being depressed all day wasn’t productive, but she wasn’t able to sleep at all. But, at around noon, she heard her phone ring and saw that it was her boss calling. Hoping for good news, she answered.

“Hello? Is there any news on-”

“367, I’m calling to let you know about our game plan. We have no information on the status of agent 783, but given what you told us, we can assume that he is still being held in the tower by the enemy. After careful consideration, we have decided that we will form a rescue group and embark on a mission at midnight tonight. To try our best to find the young recruit and save him.”

It didn’t take any thought or hesitation at all for Sadira to respond.

“I’m in.”


“Comfortable, my new little pet?”

“Mmmpphphphp!!!”

“Hehehe...calm down...you aren’t even suffering yet...”

Rocco’s large black feet squirmed against a new obstacle as he attempted vainly to get comfortable in his new torture chair. A rough, bristly roller was pushed firmly against his soles, covering almost all of each foot and only allowing the toes to overhang at the top. He was cuffed in tightly by his wrists and ankles to the chair, as well as chained around his entire torso. His ball gag had returned, and a very small length of rope had been tied around his big toes, just to make him feel extra helpless. Almost his entire body had some form of tight restraint on it – keeping him permanently trapped, with his vulnerable feet left free to be tormented.

“I’d love to torture you personally all day, young one, but I am a very busy dragoness. I can’t stay with you again until tonight, but I’d rather like to go through the day knowing that you are in lovely ticklish agony...”

With a quick flick of a switch, the roller at Rocco’s feet activated and began to spin at a moderate pace, tormenting his soft, sensitive soles with thousands of poking bristles at once. The noises emerging from his gag were a mixture of distressed moans and tortured giggles, increasing in laughter with almost every cycle of the torture roller. His feet tried their best to squirm around to soothe the sensations, but he could do nothing more than writhe his plump toes around in the air. After two minutes of the rolling he simply couldn’t stand any more, it tickled so much and his feet were far too soft to cope. His smirking torturer soon turned around and headed for the door again.

“Good day, boy...I’ll see you in eight hours.”