(DISCLAIMER: This is a fetish story, with a focus on BDSM, feet/paws, torture and tickling, with a dark non-consensual theme. :3)

Deep underground, in a location nobody could get in or out of without knowing how, lay the menacing dungeons of a group only known as The Masters. A group that nobody knew much about, other than the fact that they liked to kidnap Digimon, and any monster unlucky enough to be captured was never seen again. The disappearances had only begun within the last couple of weeks, but even in that small amount of time, five Digimon had gone missing. The Masters could be humans, they could be other Digimon, but nobody was sure. In actual fact, all of that speculation was true. The dungeon was created by a group of humans, however they were very rarely in there themselves. Instead an Impmon, who had been the partner of one of the Masters for a long time, was put in charge and ran the necessary daily errands.

A large metal door slammed and echoed as another morning began. The Impmon entered the dungeon to find the usual morning note that had been left by his superiors.

“Impmon,
                 Remember we have captured a new number for the dungeon. She is ready for you in cell six, and she will be referred to as DIGI-006 from now on. She seems resistant, however she is rather soft and I imagine you won’t have much trouble breaking her in. Be nice and friendly to her – you’ll find out if you need to be rougher as you go along.

Speaking of which, I expect to see more progress with 003 by tomorrow. He has been very close to breaking point for too long, and it’s leading me to suspect that you are being far too lenient on him. Remember what the consequences will be for you if we have any more situations like number 002.

Keep your phone on you at all times, the rental of 001 is up today and so you’ll need to meet the customer at the door. We had problems with him suddenly being very aggressive to the last customer who had him. If the same happens today, don’t be afraid to use the whip.

That is all. Focus on introducing 006 to the dungeon and make her situation clear to her. I’ll speak to you in the evening.”

Impmon enjoyed introducing the new victims to the dungeon. Although he loved being devious and evil, there was something fun about being super friendly to creatures that he would soon be torturing. Torture was always his main task – the kidnapped Digimon were kept here to be trained to withstand and endure torture, to eventually be rented out like prostitutes to other sadists who wanted to torture them. This wasn’t horrific torture or anything, certainly nothing that could injure them. It was all essentially hard BDSM, made torturous by the mon’s own lack of consent. The majority of what went on was purely tickle torture, which Impmon found to be the easiest, and most arousing, way of breaking their will.

Putting the letter down, he picked up an enclosed file, which was used to keep details about the held Digimon. Opening the file for the new sixth resident, his eyes lit up when he read about her. She was a Gatomon. Complete with the usual super soft, plush padded paws. He could already tell that he was going to have a ton of fun tormenting her. Without any further ado, he headed down the corridor to where she was held, taking with him a few lengths of rope and a leash.

He could hear her struggling from all the way down the hall. As he approached, it grew to somewhat of a mix between an angry grunt and a scared whimper. When he finally got to the cell and saw her, he smirked wide right into her eyes. She was hogtied very tightly in the middle of the floor, a ball gag in her mouth and some rope around her big toes. Squirming from side to side, her fingers and toes were wiggling and writhing rapidly, already offering a great show.

“Hey!” Impmon tapped on the metal bars of the cell before beginning to unlock and open the door. “Quiet down in there, you’re only tiring yaself out!”

The Gatomon couldn’t speak through her gag but she did growl and grunt a lot. A look of pure anger showed on her face as she stared down the Impmon and started struggling even more once he was inside the cell with her.

“Jeez, chill out. I ain’t even touched you yet!” The smirking Impmon approached her and leaned down to stare back into her eyes, “I’m gonna make one thing clear – you don’t hurt me today, and I ain’t gonna hurt you today. Okay!?”

The cat’s growl came to a stop, although her annoyed stare certainly didn’t. Gatomon wasn’t the type to easily submit, but the tightness of the rope that forced her into an uncomfortable hogtie reminded her that she wasn’t in any position to fight back. It was in her best interest to play along – at least for now.

“Good! You know if you make that face for too long it’s gonna stay that way!” Impmon took the leash in his hands and began to wrap it around the Gatomon’s neck, securing it tightly. He then started manoeuvring the rope around her wrists and ankles, being very careful not to completely free her at any point. Instead, he got a new length of rope around her wrists, keeping them behind her back, before he quickly undid her hogtie. Anticipating that she’d try and pull a fast move once her feet were free, the Impmon pinned her down and lay on her back. Once she had stopped squirming too much, he loosened the strap on the back of her head, letting her ball gag fall to the ground. “No funny stuff! I’m gonna try and be nice to ya but if I have to give that cute little ass a spanking I will!”

“What are you doing!?” The Gatomon immediately shouted, “What have you kidnapped me for and what’s that smirk on your face about!?”

“You’re gonna have a fun day findin’ out! It wasn’t me who kidnapped ya, it’s just me who’s gonna play with ya~”

“Play!? I don’t want to play! I want you to let me go or else!”

“Ha! Or else what!? You can’t use any of those fancy fight moves down here! And if you did you’d regret it!”

“Oh, you’re going to regret kidnapping me! I don’t care how long it takes, I’m gonna get out of these ropes and kick your-”

The Gatomon’s speech was rudely interrupted by a loud, obviously fake yawn from the Impmon. “You’re getting boring, if you ain’t gonna shut up I’ll just keep the gag on you all day!” The bound Digimon hesitated but eventually relented in order to avoid being gagged again. If she wasn’t going to escape any time soon she at least wanted to keep some of her dignity. “Good! Now, get up!”

Getting off her and giving a rough tug to her bound hands, the Impmon forced the Gatomon to her feet, keeping a hold of the leash around her neck as she continued to give him one hell of an angry stare. She looked adorable with the leash on and her hands tied, but a quick growl prevented the Impmon from petting the top of her head.

“Don’t worry, everyone’s feisty when they first come down here. Once they find out what’s gonna happen to them they tend to get a bit quiet.”

“Well go on then! What’s gonna happen to me!” The Gatomon shouted, “If I was gonna be captured by a blabbermouth I wish it was someone with a less annoying accent!”

“I’ll remember that insult in a few hours! But I’ll give ya the summary. You ain’t Gatomon no more, you are Digi Zero Zero Six. You don’t get to keep your old name here.”

“You can call me whatever you want, I’ve got bigger things to be concerned about than names.”

“It’ll be me and the customers calling you it! In a few weeks time you’re gonna be a plaything for whoever wants to pay for ya!”

“...” The Gatomon hesitated, bemused at the sudden mention of customers, “Y-you make it sound like I’m gonna be some kind of toy! You can’t rent a living being out!”

“We can, and we do! Toy is exactly the right word. You might get treated roughly, but don’t worry, we’ll take care of ya and make sure ya aren’t injured or anything!”

“W-what do you mean? I don’t understand!” The Gatomon started to get a little more agitated, and her tough exterior was slightly fading. She wasn’t expecting something so dark-sounding for her fate.

“It’d be a lot easier if ya came with me. I’ll show ya around. Come, 006!”

The Impmon tugged on the lead and led the Gatomon down the corridor as she blushed a little. The humiliation of the leash hadn’t quite set in until that moment. She walked rather slowly, looking around at all of the dingy, rusty metal walls and empty cells that surrounded hers. She occasionally looked forward towards Impmon, who seemed to be staring non-stop at her feet as she walked. The never-ending smirk on his face was driving her up the wall. 

“...Could you not stare at my feet like some kind of creep?” Gatomon shouted. Although her nerves were starting to show she still wasn’t afraid to get angry at the Impmon.

“Aww, why? They’re so cute… Are you self-conscious about your pudgy little toes or something?”

The cat Digimon blushed heavily, her submissive side briefly showing for a second before she regained her angry look. The comment caught her off-guard, she had never once had anyone talk about her paws before. Her toes did suddenly feel pudgy, like she had become self-conscious just from Impmon’s joking.

As they nearly reached their destination, a cell with the number 003 above it, a beeping noise filled the corridor, before Impmon pulled out his cell phone and answered a call. Gatomon could only hear his side of the conversation, but it was both unnerving and a little amusing. Mainly due to the fake customer service voice that he was putting on.

“Ah...I see….Yes, that’s completely unacceptable….Me and the masters fully apologise for that happening, when you return him make sure you see me for a full refund and a complimentary tool voucher. Yes, I assure you he will be punished painfully to the full extent of our policy. Thank you for understanding, bye now.” The Impmon put his phone away before his normal voice returned. “Damn slaves can’t even behave themselves after they are broken in. That’s 200 dollars down the drain!”

None of what he was saying was reassuring for the Gatomon, who had only heard phrases such as “punished painfully” “broken in slaves” and “complimentary tool voucher” without any context at all. She almost started to ask what they meant but deep down, she didn’t really want to know. Her mind was soon on other matters though when she reached Cell 3, which Impmon unlocked and opened.

“Step in! You’re just gonna see me do my work for most of today, so you can get more of a feel for what’s gonna happen to you!”

The Gato walked in to the cell to see what looked like a Gabumon in the middle of the room. Although it reassured her somewhat to see another Digimon being held captive with her, it was certainly not reassuring to see how he was being held. He was laying on a wooden table with his arms and legs stretched out into an X position. On the wall next to him was a cabinet filled with a lot of strange items. A few feathers and brushes, some intimidating whips and candles. The Gabu was panting and groaning a little, looking extremely tired, and the soles of his feet were blushing a slight red.

“This Gabumon here is DIGI-003. He’s been here a while but he’s just not quite ready to be rented out yet. Another day or two and he’ll be broken, but in the meantime it’s my job to help him along!” The Impmon went over to the cabinet as he explained, picking up a fairly large feather duster and twirling it in his hands.

“He looks like he’s exhausted, what have you been doing to him!?”

“What do you think his feet are red for?” Impmon replied, “It’s time for you to find out what exactly happens in these cells!”

The Gatomon stared at the clearly abused soles of the bound Gabumon. She then looked back at the feather duster and thought back to when Impmon was staring at her earlier. Her heart dropped when she realised the implications.

“I-is this a...fetish thing?” She asked. “All those feathers and brushes and stuff...do you just get a sick thrill from tickle torturing other Digimon?”

“Hooray! You’ve worked it out! I would have thought the hogtie and ball gag would have given ya a clue!” Impmon smirked as he continued to play with the duster in his hands. “To be honest, not all the customers like the footpaws as much as I do. But if you’re gonna torture a Digimon you’ve gotta go for their feet!”

Gatomon’s toes curled a little apprehensively. Her paws were super soft and the thought of any of those tools on the wall running against her soles made her cringe. But right now she just had to worry about what was about to happen to the large yellow Gabumon soles in front of her. “That makes sense for someone like me...but the Gabumon is scaly! His feet aren’t going to be ticklish!”

“You’d think, wouldn’t ya? But I have my ways of tenderising them. And after a long two weeks of constant torment, even a simple duster like this, can produce reactions like this...”

The feather duster swung downwards, stroking against the bound yellow soles as it did so. The Gabumon’s response came as a terrifying surprise to Gatomon. He convulsed in his restraints, literally screaming with laughter and curling his toes tightly, just at a single stroke of some feathers.

“So ridiculously sensitive!” Impmon taunted as he stroked the duster again, up and down Gabumon’s helpless bare soles, each time forcing the scaly Digimon to laugh as loud as possible and desperately squirm in his restraints. Despite it clearly being far too much for him to handle, the Impmon showed no mercy in running the duster all over Gabumon’s wide, soft soles, watching his toes wiggle delightfully in an attempt to soothe the sensations. The handle of the feather duster was long enough to allow Impmon to grab more tools from the cabinet as he tickled. This meant that there was no delay at all between the strokes of the feather duster and the eventual rough bristles of a hairbrush attacking Gabumon’s soles.

The Gatomon stared as the various implements of tickle torture stroked and scraped along the wide yellow feet. The thought of it eventually happening to her filled her with dread, but there was something interesting about what she was witnessing. She didn’t want to say she was enjoying it, but she had never seen a Digimon’s feet being targeted before. To see such extreme reactions coming from such a strange method of torture was fascinating.

“You gonna submit or am I gonna go harder!?” Impmon shouted, briefly ceasing the brushing. Gabumon panted heavily and offered no verbal response, instead simply shaking his head from side to side. That made the hairbrush immediately continue it’s travels along his helplessly bound bare feet, which wiggled and struggled but couldn’t get away from their torture. It took another few minutes of deafening laughter and brutal tickling before Gabumon was given another break.

“Listen here, you got one more day until you’re in the same position as number 002! It’s gonna be a lot easier for both of us if you just agree now and then I won’t have to use this on your feet!” Impmon was brandishing a Wartenberg pinwheel at this point, a multi-wheeled metal one. Although Gabumon was at the end of his tether, he still refused. He shook his head side to side again, inviting even more punishment. Although he was growing weaker, his will was still abnormally strong.

“Ah well, you asked for it!” Impmon placed the pinwheel onto Gabumon’s heels and began to slowly roll it up and down. Gabumon’s noises were just as frantic as earlier, but there was much more of a moan rather than a giggle. It certainly tickled, but the feel of sharp metal pins rolling along his tender soles would have certainly introduced an element of light pain to proceedings too.

His struggles during the pinwheel treatment grew steadily more subdued, as his body became more exhausted and unable to thrash quite as much in the restraints. His poor smooth soles tried to stay still to avoid making the pinwheel worse but they just couldn’t help themselves from writhing all over. Running the wheel on the undersides of his toes would always guarantee a nice, wide splaying of them.

With the Gabumon nearly passing out from exhaustion, the Impmon finally showed some mercy and dropped the pinwheel, ending his tenderising torture.

“You’ve got one day left! I’m gonna be back tomorrow and I want to hear you submit! Understand!?”

The Gabumon did not respond, simply shuddering a little and continuing to pant. Impmon opened his palm out and hit the poor Gabu’s soles as hard as he could, giving him a humiliating spank as consequence for not replying. The loud moan of sensitive pain was enough of an acceptable response for the Impmon to leave him alone.

“Come on, 006, time to take you to the next room...”

The Gatomon followed the Impmon out of the cell and across the corridor. All of her tough facade had disappeared, the sight of the Gabumon’s torture almost traumatising her into being more nervous and concerned than anything else. At least she had a little more of a tour before she got first hand experience...but she didn’t want to see anything worse.

“There’s not gonna be any torture in the next cell so you can calm down for a little bit. These next two have been completely broken already and are simply waiting for their next rental...” The cell that he led Gatomon to had two Digimon inside, a Biyomon and a Hawkmon. They weren’t restrained at all, instead they just looked bored and were simply sitting in a corner. Impmon tapped on the bars to get their attention and they looked up, with a little jump of surprise. The Gatomon noticed something odd about the way they looked at Impmon. They didn’t look frightened or anything, but there was a definite sense of unease in their eyes. Like they were broken, but still aware of how awful their situation was. “004 and 005, the two easiest ones I’ve had so far. I dunno if it’s just something to do with birds or what, but these two are as submissive as they come! They’ve been hugely popular with the customers.”

“W-what did you do to break them?”
“The Hawkmon only took, like, 3 days to break. He couldn’t stand brushes on those big feet and he’d do anything to make them stop. The Biyomon took a little longer but a little whipping on her soles and she was putty.”

“Whipping? You said that was only for punishment!”

“Yeah, well...I get bored.” Before the Gatomon can comment on the sadism, the Impmon shouts at the two birds. “You two! You look bored as heck! What did I tell you about being productive!”

“Y-yes, master...” The Biyomon replied, sheepishly, “What...w-would you like us to do to each other?”

“Hmm… It’s been two days since you got tickled, 004...” He said, looking at the Hawkmon, “Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, sir...” The Hawkmon looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“Give your feet to 005. She’ll tickle them nicely, won’t she?”

The Biyomon nodded as both her and the Hawkmon blushed. Without hesitation, the two birds followed orders, the Hawkmon lifting his big yellow feet up to Biyomon, who promptly grabbed his ankles and began stroking her claws up and down the Hawkmon’s ticklish soles.

“See, when you are broken, it ain’t even me who’ll have to torture you...” The Impmon said, increasing his volume a little over the Hawkmon’s laughter. Gatomon looked increasingly nervous as she thought about her fate. She didn’t want to be anywhere near as submissive as they were being, but she’d already dropped her resilience in favour of obediently listening to the mon who held her leash. “I can turn you all into a bunch of tickle slaves with one order. These two will even lick each other’s feet if I tell ‘em to.” Impmon took one step closer to Gatomon and gently said, in a teasing voice, “You’ll like it when your feet get licked, won’t you?”

“...” The Gatomon stayed silent for a bit as she blushed heavily and shuffled her feet in embarrassment, “N-no...”

“We’ll see..” The Impmon’s tone was one of total deviance and sadism, enjoying giving the Gatomon a brief reminder of what’s going to happen to her at the end of the day. “I bet you’ll moan so loud when I lick your pads...”

The Gatomon almost squealed from pure humiliation. She tried to block out his teasing but her reactions were obvious – with just a few teasing comments her submissive side was being forcefully exposed. The Impmon didn’t even keep it up for long, quickly tugging on her leash to make her walk again, but he felt it necessary to give her the occasional taunt and make sure she was getting more and more submissive.

“This next cell here is probably the most intense we have, but don’t let it freak ya out too much. Just imagine it as more of a warning...”

“A...warning?” The cell that Gatomon was standing in front of had a solid metal door instead of the bars that all the others had. As Impmon unlocked and opened it, her eyes widened when she got a look inside.

The Digimon in this cell was a Renamon, but she was in a far worse situation than the others were in. Gagged and blindfolded, she was suspended from the ceiling by her wrists with metal chains and her body was completely covered in rope. Around her arms, her torso, her legs and her feet, was coated in extremely tight rope. It didn’t particularly seem to be restraining anything, until the Gatomon looked closer and saw that within the rope were some strange circular contraptions. At the side of the room, there wasn’t a tool cabinet, although there was a large whip hanging from the wall. Instead, there was a piece of machinery, like some kind of control panel.

“002 here was very stubborn for a long time! She insisted on not submitting even when she was warned, and after two weeks, well, the masters just don’t want to waste time on ya anymore! So they put her in here, and she’s gonna stay in here for another fortnight to see if she changes her mind at the end of it.

“Is she alright?” Gatomon was concerned, seeing the Renamon drool from her gag and gently quiver in her chains.

“Nope! And she certainly ain’t gonna be alright when I flick this switch on for the day...” He smiled deviously as he pushed a switch on the control panel. Within a second, the bound Renamon began to struggle a lot more, only getting more frantic with every following second.

“What the hell did that do? What’s happening to her?”

“See those circle things inside the ropes? They’re brushes! Really rough ones that are gonna spin against her all day long...”

Renamon began to laugh through her gag to the point where she was almost screaming through it, within about ten seconds of the brushes beginning to spin against her. Brushes were located on her underarms, against her nipples and just under her breasts, all over her belly and sides, a few on her thighs and a lot spread over her large soles, as well as a few between her toes too. Every possible tickle spot on her was being tickled at once, relentlessly and without mercy.

“Y-you’re sick! She probably can’t even breathe!”

“I ain’t stupid! She can breathe fine and she ain’t gonna get hurt. It’s all a psych kinda thing instead of physical.”

“That looks pretty physical to me!”

“Well yeah! But her thinking about how she’s never going to escape and how weak and sensitive her body is is a lot worse than the actual tickles! She doesn’t know that we’re gonna let her out in two weeks after all, and she can’t hear anything in that rig. Total sensory deprivation!”

Gatomon’s anger was fuelled by the sick sadism, but her nerves were still getting the better of her. She didn’t want to see the Renamon laugh and suffer such brutal tickling, but she couldn’t look away. All the brushes spinning on her soft, furry body were almost hypnotic, especially the ones spinning between her writhing and wriggling toes. She saw the Impmon walk to behind Renamon, and noticed something in his hand. It was the whip from the wall.

“A-are you going to use that on her? Don’t you dare hurt her!!”

“Pfft, she needs discipline. I’m only gonna hit her a few times to make her a little more sensitive...”

“Don’t!”

Despite the cat’s protests, the Impmon quickly swung the whip at Renamon and struck her back. Not too hard but hard enough to make her moan in pain and arch her back as much as she could.

“Heh...if she didn’t wanna get whipped then she should have done as I said...” The Impmon giggled to himself as he sadistically swung the whip at Renamon’s back again, and again, every few seconds. Gatomon closed her eyes but could still hear the sound of the whip making contact and Renamon’s deep moans mixing in with her ticklish laughter. The mixture of pain and tickling was driving Renamon crazy, and with the sensory deprivation she was really desperately thrashing around for some semblance of comfort, but the Impmon went a solid five minutes of continuous lashing to her back before he gave her a break. A break from the whipping that is – those evil spinning brushes continued to ticklishly torment every nerve in her body.

“I can tell you’re a little distressed~” Impmon said to Gatomon, clearly not genuinely concerned, “Let’s go, we’re done here for today...”

“B-but, aren’t you going to turn the machine off?”

“Now, just why would I do that?” Impmon’s smirk grew wider than it had before as he led Gatomon out of the door, leaving the Renamon to suffer extreme tickle torture all over her ultra-sensitive tormented body. 

Closing the door of Renamon’s cell, with her tortured laughter still audible even through the thick metal door, Impmon smiled for a brief second as he prepared to inform Gatomon that was the end of the tour. However, he was interrupted by another beeping noise, as he received a message on his phone.

“006, you stay here. I’ll be back in just a moment whilst I deal with this customer...”

As Impmon left through a nearby door, the Gatomon looked around but was certain that there was no escape route at all. All the doors and cells were locked tight shut, and with her hands tied behind her back, all she really could do was walk around. Laughter could still be heard coming from the cell with the two avians inside, and as she paced around, she got another look at the exhausted Gabumon restrained on the table. The feeling of the cold metal floor on her soles was becoming more apparent, like her feet were becoming sensitive just from overthinking the various tortures that she had witnessed. But she knew that was her fate, and she could only hope that the Impmon was at least merciful to her to begin with.

Soon, the metal door opened once again, and the Gatomon turned to the Impmon who poked his head around the corner.

“Come through here...I want to show ya what happens when a customer isn’t satisfied...”

……………………………………….

“This Digimon here decided to act up when he was with one of his customers. Now, he’s gonna face the consequence!”

Gatomon looked down at the Digimon that was laying on the floor in a very uncomfortable-looking bondage rig. It was an Agumon, who had been gagged and blindfolded and had his feet lifted up to a metal frame. Cuffs restrained his hands to a pole just behind his head and also restrained his ankles to the metal frame that was putting his large wide feet front and center in the room.

“Wh-what exactly did he do?”

“This is number 001. He was the first to be captured and first to be broken. But I think he’s malfunctioning a little...” Impmon giggled to himself as he rummaged through a box, eventually pulling out a large whip. “He’s been rather feisty the last few rentals. Some customers like a little resistance but the guy who had him last night said he caused a rather nasty cut with one of his claws as he was struggling. So now, he needs to be punished to return him back to his submission.”

Gatomon looked at the whip that was in his hand. It looked larger and thicker than the one he had used on Renamon earlier.

“Another whipping?” Gatomon said nervously.

“If a customer is unhappy, this is the procedure. No Digimon can withstand having their feet whipped.” As Impmon spoke, Gatomon looked between the harsh whip and the tightly bound Agumon soles atop the frame. She didn’t want to think about how painful having your feet whipped must be. “But I know that this might be a little intense for you to see right now...”

“You’re not wrong...” Gatomon replied, “You’ve gone from annoying dick to evil sadist in the span of about five minutes...”

“Hey! Sometimes being an annoying dick is an important part of evil sadism! Anyway, I’m happy for you to stay here and watch 001 get his punishment, or I can put you back into your cell for you to wait if you like.”

“Do I really have to answer that?”

“...As expected.”

Gatomon soon found herself in her cell again, not particularly having any interest in watching the torture of another Digimon for any longer. She enjoyed the fact that she would be alone for a while once Impmon had locked her in, but of course, that left her alone with her own thoughts.

“I’ll be about an hour. Stay in here and relax before I come back!” Impmon locks the door to the cell before returning to the room where the unruly Agumon was being held. As she was now left alone, Gatomon couldn’t do much but pace around her cell or look at the tool cabinet, the only thing that was actually in the cell with her. The tools on it are exactly the same as they were in the other cells – ranging from feathers to whips – and Gatomon briefly tried to predict which would be used on her, but she eventually just decided to attempt to block out any thoughts of her impending torment.

Not an easy task, however. Around five minutes after she had been left in the cell, she heard a horrible set of noises coming from down the corridor. Like an extremely loud smack that echoed through the dungeon, followed by a strange noise almost like a moaning scream. Suddenly her mind turned from what was going to happen to her, to what was currently happening to the poor Agumon. She was very glad that she decided not to stand in and watch, but listening to it wasn’t much better. The whipping sounded even louder than what had been done to Renamon earlier and his moans of pain sounded more intense. Then again, Renamon was being whipped on her back. That’s pretty much where a whip was meant to be used. Being whipped on the soles of the feet was something that Gatomon didn’t want to think too hard about. It was never something that had occurred to her as a torture method before and it was obviously something that she had to avoid happening to her at all costs. If an Agumon, with strong, wide, scaly feet, is suffering this much throughout it, then she stood no chance. 

Even though Impmon said he’d be gone for an hour, it felt even longer to Gatomon. With absolutely nothing to keep her occupied except for listening to the echoes of the whip or analysing the cabinet full of torture tools, it was a choice for her between zoning out into boredom or overthinking herself into a panic attack. Eventually though, she noticed that the sound of the whipping had stopped, and a few minutes later, she heard Impmon make his way down the corridor again. She was almost relieved until she realised that it definitely wasn’t good news for her. When Impmon reached her cell, he was carrying a chair and a stool with him, as well as a bunch of rope and what looked like a large red ball laying on top of the stool. He didn’t even acknowledge or say anything to Gatomon when he first walked in, simply forcing her into a corner in order for him to put the chair and stool down in the middle of the room. Once they were in position, the now all-too-familiar smirk returned to Impmon’s face, and he turned to the nervous feline.

“Sit.”

Gatomon thought about giving a snide response, but she knew that all it would do was anger her captor more. As she took a seat on the chair, she did keep up her angry stare, which by this point was essentially her language. Once she was sat down, Impmon couldn’t have moved towards her faster.

“Good kitty! Now let’s get you ready for your first torture!”

With his devious smirk remaining the whole way, Impmon gripped onto Gatomon’s wrists, tugging the rope off of them but painfully restraining them with his hands to make sure she won’t try anything stupid. Deliberately being as rough as possible with her, he quickly pulls her hands around to the back of the chair and wraps the rope around them again, attaching her to the chair and tying her tightly to make her feel extra helpless. Without any delay he then forces the large red ball gag into her muzzle, tightening the strap around her head so that it digs into her fur. With the kitty now restrained and gagged, Impmon stands back and admires the sight, finding her even cuter than expected. There was already a little bit of drool coming from her gag.

“The ball gag really suits ya!” He taunted, looking at her adorable little fangs poking out and biting into the ball, “I bet your giggles are gonna be so nice coming through that...”

At this point, Gatomon had no room at all to retaliate. She couldn’t move with her hands tied to the heavy chair and she couldn’t speak coherently whilst gagged. As much as she wanted to tell Impmon to piss off, she simply had to sit there and desperately attempt to control her blushing as she gave her captor another stare.

“Don’t you look at me like that, or I’ll blindfold ya too… Now, be a good cat and put your feet up!”

With her legs and feet being the only free part of her body, Gatomon hesitated to put them up onto the stool in front of her, knowing that they wouldn’t be free for much longer after that. She stayed completely still, but soon regretted it when Impmon gripped onto one of her ears and pulled on it tightly, making her squeal through her gag.

“I said...put your damn feet up...or else...” Impmon said gently but menacingly into her ear as he hurt it. Gatomon’s best interest right now was to simply play along and avoid the more intimidating treatments, so she finally gave up and slowly lifted her feet up onto the stool. Once they were up, her soft soles and pink pads were completely exposed in front of her, her toes slightly wiggling as she began to feel more helpless, even moreso a second later when Impmon started to restrain her ankles to the stool with rope. Compared to her hands, Impmon seemed to be using thicker rope for her ankles, and by the time he was finished they were tied so tightly that they felt like there was somebody sat on them. As if that wasn’t restrictive enough, a final smaller length of rope was wrapped around her big toes, tied, and then attached to the rope around her ankles. This made sure her toes were forced tightly together and pulled back forcefully, meaning she couldn’t curl her toes up to somewhat protect her soles. All she could do was wiggle and splay her other toes. Not that she wanted to, because every time she did she could tell it was turning Impmon on. The purple Digimon looked far too sadistically happy for his own good as he stared at the helplessly bound victim in front of him, who was now completely bound and gagged and looking irresistibly soft and sexy.

“I bet you’re feelin’ nice and trapped right now, ain’t ya?” He teased, his voice now sounding much more dominant and taunting than earlier. Gatomon could not respond, but watched nervously as her captor paced over to the tool cabinet and picked up a large white feather from it. “I ain’t gonna go too rough on ya today...I don’t think I need to. I know full well that you’re soft and sensitive enough to be broken through nothin’ but nice, slow teasing!”

Impmon’s gaze was placed firmly on her large bound feet paws as he twirled the feather around in his fingers, although he was standing right next to her side. Despite Gatomon wanting to squirm and struggle in her tight binds, she didn’t want to give Impmon the satisfaction of seeing it. She wished he’d hurry up though – seeing him play with the feather was making her even more nervous. She knew it’d be stroking along her body soon, and wanted to get it over with.

“With paw pads like those I can tell this feather is gonna be intense for ya...in fact, I think it’d be pretty intense even just on your sides, like this~” Impmon swished the tip of the feather up the left side of Gatomon’s upper body very lightly, before stroking it back down again. The giggles that emerged from her gag were simply adorable, high-pitched and almost like a squeal. They were so nice that Impmon simply couldn’t resist brushing the feather up and down again on her side a few times, before moving the teasing tip to around her belly.

“I just knew you’d be ticklish all over~ It’s like you were made to be a tickle slut.”

The blush emerging on Gatomon’s cheeks indicated that she had underestimated just how easily teased she was. The feather wasn’t particularly intense but on her soft body it was just the right amount of tormenting tease to feel like torture. Her sides were ticklish enough but when the feather was forced across her belly, her struggles really became noticeable. She arched her back and shook herself around in the chair, so much so that Impmon placed a hand on her chest and pushed her back in to keep her still.

“Shhh, it’s alright… Stay nice and still while I tickle you...just keep moaning through that gag.”

Impmon’s feather stroked in circles over the Gatomon’s plump tummy, which gently squirmed side to side. Her hands struggled in the ropes, determined to free themselves and protect her poor tummy, but it remained completely exposed and vulnerable. Her giggles grew in volume slightly as the feather kept swirling around and never ceased their gentle tickles on her belly.

“Nice...you’re getting even cuter~” Impmon nuzzles Gatomon’s cheeks, doing whatever he can to increase her humiliation. “But as nice as the tummy is, I know where your most sensitive~”

Gatomon’s toes squirmed as Impmon stared intently at them. Pacing slowly down to her bound feet, making sure she could see the feather being played with in his hands, he continued to taunt her.

“If I didn’t have to torture you then I’d suck on those toes of yours for hours...”

The taunting was almost worse than the actual tickling. She knew that her wiggling toes were spurring on the comments, but she couldn’t stop them. Her nerves and anxiety were forcing her toes to squirm involuntarily, especially as the feather neared closer and closer to her fluffy soles. Impmon went as slow as possible as he lowered the feather and brushed it right along her soles. It was long enough to go across both soles at once, and as it did so her toes became extremely lively, curling as much as they could. Suddenly, she wanted to curl them more. The rope around her big toes prevented them from moving and so her toe movements did absolutely nothing to calm the sensation of the feather on her soles. Her feet were tied taut and stretched, the limited toe-wiggling simply serving as fuel for Impmon’s arousal. Her giggles continued and quickly grew louder, the feather feeling unbelievably tickly. Whenever it passed along her smooth pink pads, her body seemed to convulse as her laughter turned to a squeal.

“Yeah, that’s it, squeal for me! Feel every movement on those feet, and suffer~”

The feather went up and down, up and down, very slowly and consistently to ensure that the feline feet were in ticklish hell. The feather lacked intensity, but all Gatomon needed to make her feel humiliated and tortured was that simple teasing stroke against her large bare feet. Her noises continued as the feather went into the space underneath her plump toes, sliding back and forth as the fronds got between them as they splayed.

“Keep wiggling those big, pudgy toes all around...they look like they’re having so much fun against the feather~”

It never seemed to get away from her poor toes. They wiggled and splayed but the sensations never got any lighter. They seemed to be getting worse by the second, even though it was the same feather doing the same movement on the same spot. That was exactly the problem. Until a few minutes later, when Gatomon felt something strange on her toes. The feather continued, but her toes seemed to be covered in something warm and wet. She realised exactly what it was a split second before she decided to open her eyes and look. Impmon was gently sucking on her toes as they wiggled. Only for a couple of seconds, but it was enough to get her to let out a soft little moan of pleasure.

“I couldn’t resist...” Impmon said, as he pulled away from her toes, dropping the feather as he did so. “...Was that a nice moan I heard there?”

Gatomon shook her head but her blush betrayed her.

“You like having your toes sucked, don’t you?” Impmon smiled before he quickly leaned down and put his tongue out onto her heel, licking up quickly and making her moan again. “You like that? Having your soles licked?”

She knew by this point that it was useless to resist. Her resilience was almost spurring on harsher taunting from Impmon, so she might as well just let her true self out. She nodded slowly, indicating that she did indeed enjoy the feeling of her captor’s tongue on her soft paws.

“You’re already such a huge slut~” The horny purple Digimon taunted again, “Maybe as a special treat in a few days I could get some of the other Digimon in here and get them to lick and suck all over your cute little feet for hours...”

The taunting was accompanied by one of Impmon’s claws swiping up her left sole. This meant that her moan of pleasure from the taunting mental image was mixed in with a squeal of giggles louder than before. This was followed by another squeal, and another one, as more pointy claws travelled along her furry soles. Impmon slowly began to tickle torture her with his hands, adding more fingers and increasing speed until she was really screaming through her gag.

“Tickle tickle tickle! Your soles feel so soft!”

“Mmmmhhphpprphphphphp!!!!!” Gatomon shouted, attempting to plead as the sensations grew in intensity.

“Dunno what you’re trying to say, but it sounds hot!” Impmon focused on clawing at her irresistibly smooth pads in the middle of her soles. By far the most sensitive spot, and one that was very nice for him to feel and play with also. He kept the claw treatment up for a while, but did at least give her occasional breaks. Primarily as he knew it was so intense for her, he didn’t want her to pass out. He wanted her to be conscious as he made her sensitive soles suffer.

“First session and you’re already looking exhausted! You’re so pathetic...” Impmon said as he pulled his claws away. The feline was left panting heavily and twitching her tingling soles all around. She continued to speak through her gag, trying now to beg, but she knew that it was just turned into nonsense by her drool-covered ball. She watched, tired and tender, as Impmon picked up an electric toothbrush from the cabinet, flicking it on and off to check that it worked. The sound of the whirring went through her, as Impmon got close to her and nuzzled her again, gently whispering.

“You like to suffer for your master don’t cha?...Don’t be afraid to admit the truth to me...” He flicked the brush on again, putting the whirring noise up close to her ears to tease her.

“...M-Mmmph….” Gatomon moaned and shuddered. She did it again a second later when Impmon gently licked her cheek.

“When I put this brush against your feet, I want you to look directly into my eyes as you laugh. OK?” He smiled at her, but didn’t give her an opportunity to respond. He lowered the brush to her soles and made contact, kicking off another round of loud giggles from her gag. The brush handle was long enough that he could remain right up in her face as he moved it around her captive soles. “Look right at your master...don’t look away...”

Gatomon did as she was told, and made eye contact with Impmon as she laughed heartily. Her big toes were beginning to hurt from straining them within the ropes and the feeling of the electric brush whirring against her sole pads was nothing less than the most torturous feeling she had ever felt. But the worst of all, the thing that really made her feel so helpless and vulnerable, was the domination over her by Impmon. She couldn’t help but do exactly as she was told, looking right into her master’s eyes as he tortured her. As Impmon’s evil smile grew, so did the pressure applied to her feet with the tormenting brush.

“Don’t try and hide the fact that you like it. You’ve always been a tickle slut, you’ve just never had the chance to realise it… And you’re gonna be ticklish putty in my hands from here on out.”

Impmon’s other hand was physically teasing her in other ways, petting her head, stroking her ears, even rubbing her chest a little, as torturer and victim shared their gaze and Gatomon laughed so much that she almost choked. With the spinning brush showing no mercy on her increasingly sensitive soles, the gentle teasing from Impmon’s hand on her plush body came as a shameful pleasure to her. She didn’t want to enjoy any part of it and she definitely didn’t want to admit that Impmon’s behaviour was a turn-on, but there was certainly a small part of her that felt very, very good about how badly she was being treated.

With Gatomon panting a lot and blushing like there was no tomorrow, Impmon decided to call it a day. But not before taking one more action. Finding another small length of rope in the cabinet, he pushed the electric toothbrush right against her left paw pad, and spun the rope around it before tying it. The brush was now forced against her foot.

“I’ve got some other errands to run, as much as I’d love to I ain’t stayin’ here and torturing ya all the time. But just so I can make sure you’re nice and submissive for me tomorrow, I’ll keep ya entertained through the night...”

Gatomon simply shook her head and moaned, trying to repeat the words ‘No’ and ‘Please’ as much as she could, even though she knew it was no use. She couldn’t handle foot tickling all night long.

“Quit freakin’ out! It’s just one lil’ brush on one foot! Juuust enough to keep ya gigglin’~ When I come back tomorrow and switch it off...I’ll ask ya for the first time whether you’re ready for the customers...” Impmon smirked as he placed his finger on the brush’s power switch, waiting until his little speech had finished before he flicked it on. “If not, don’t worry….there’s no rush!”

With the brush now spinning at full pace against her softened pink pad, Gatomon let out a light muffled giggle and continued squirming her toes as much as she could. Even though it was only on one foot, it didn’t feel any less evil and teasing on her ticklish nerves. As she saw Impmon slowly walk out of the cell and close the bars, getting her last annoying look at his smirk as he turned the key and walked off, she simply resigned herself to her fate and tried her best to block it out. The nerves in her foot were going crazy with sensitivity already, by the morning she will be a wreck.

With his day’s tasks inside the dungeon completed, Impmon ensured that all the cells were locked before he went to leave. As he casually strolled through the corridor, past all of the suffering Digimon that he helped to cruelly kidnap and torture, he used his cell phone to send a message to his human superior.

“Greetings,
                    I can assure you that I have made some great progress today. 002 continues to suffer as much as she can and 003 is literally one more day away from being broken, I just know it. 001 was punished according to protocol for the incident on his last rental – I will make sure he is reminded once again of the consequences before he is next on loan.

The new resident, 006, is an absolute beauty. As soft and tender as they come, and with the most wonderful giggle I’ve ever heard. I’ll be spending a lot of time with her – I predict she’ll be a total slave within three days.

If you make an overnight visit tonight, I request that you don’t disrupt 006. She deserves everything that’s happening to her right now.

Regards,
Impmon.”