Just past the hour of midnight, one of the biggest crime bosses of all the birds was in a state of worry. Known only as “the Boss” to the birds that worked for him and feared him, he was a menacing, stern and usually angry eagle who was well known to everyone who lived around him. As a legendary criminal, no bird knew where he was located or just how powerful he was. His worry was, that could possibly change.

He had been informed by one of his henchbirds that someone had been caught sneaking around the place, a fairly young and nervous-looking crow who was immediately captured and held in one of the Boss’ quarters. This was the first time anyone had been spotted other than people who worked for the Boss, and although the crow said he didn’t know where he was, the Boss thought differently and ordered his henchbirds to tie him up and prepare him for interrogation.

“Um...Boss? That crow is ready for you in the room at the end of the hall.” One of the henchbirds came in and said.

“Thank you, I assume all of the tools are in place aswell?” replied the Boss.

“Of course, sir”

Although interrogation equipment had never been required before, the Boss was prepared for any eventuality and was fully prepared to torture the crow until he finds out why he is there. All of the henchbirds knew that the Boss was knowledgeable in tickle torture, as he himself was repeatedly tortured in that way as he was rising through the crime world and making enemies. He had never actually been on the other end of the torture however, and he felt a strange sense of giddy excitement about the impending interrogation.

He walked through the door to the room where the intruder was placed and immediately he could tell that he was going to have fun. The bird in the middle of the room was a fairly young and cute-looking black crow with his wings tied behind his chair with rope and some more rope tightly closing his beak. In front of him was a footstool where his large, yellow talons were struggling against their bondage, tied at the ankles to the stool. Just next to his restrained feet was a small box with the Boss’ interrogation tools laid out neatly inside. The crow had his eyes closed struggling against his bonds, but when he noticed the presence of the intimidating eagle in the room he stopped and looked nervously at him.

“Hello, little crow. I understand you may feel quite nervous now, but don’t worry, I am not planning on torturing you to death or anything... as long as you do what I say. I have reason to believe, from you snooping around the place and giving the old excuse of ‘getting lost’, that you are a spy looking for info on my operation. Now, I’m going to untie that beak of yours, and all I want you to do is tell me exactly who got you to come over here, how much you know, and finally, how you won’t say a word. Got it?”

The Boss then removed the rope gag from the crow to let him speak, and thought about how the crow was bound to speak since his cute, docile appearance gave a definite timid and submissive aura about him. The crow did indeed begin to speak, although it was not the response the Boss was expecting.

“Fuck you.”

The Boss was slightly taken aback by the foul language after he was expecting this to be a quick and easy interrogation session.

“Hmmm, interesting. So you aren’t going to do as I told you then?” The now angry eagle said, before glancing down to the crow’s tied feet at the stool. “You know, for someone as young-looking as you, you have some nice, big feet, and as we all know, the feet are the most tender and touchy part of any bird’s anatomy. I reckon I could make you scream just by playing with your feet, even without any tools.”

“Are you trying to weird me out with your creepy foot fetish or something, because that is the last thing that would make me talk.” The crow defiantly replied.
“Oh, let’s see.” The boss said whilst reaching down and using his wing to swipe across the crow’s soles. Although he seemed defiant, the crow immediately let out a loud giggle at the brief and gentle tickle and curled his toes for a second. The Boss went down to sit in front of the stool.

“Ticklish are we, little crow? I told you your feet were tender. Now, you can tell me what I want to hear, or I can torture you by tickling your feet until you either break down and tell me or your body gets injured from too much laughter. By the way, it is possible for a bird to die from laughter.”

“I said all that I’m going to say earlier. Fu-haha-HAHAHAHA!”

The Boss didn’t give the crow the satisfaction of insulting him again and went straight for his helpless feet, swiping his wings all over his exposed talons and soles and making sure he went between his rapidly curling toes.

The Boss tickled for ten minutes straight before giving the crow his next chance to speak.

“You got some nice, ticklish soles, birdy! Are you going to speak or can I have some more fun?” He taunted whilst reaching into his box of tickle tools. He pulled out a stiff brush and held it up to tease the ticklish crow.

“No! No, I’ll neve-ahahahahHAHAHA!”

The crow’s feet were at the full mercy of the sadistic eagle. The sensations of the bristles teasing his soles were causing his laughter to grow increasingly louder and his long, clawed toes to wiggle back and forth. The humiliation of being reduced to such a state by some tickling sensations on his bare, exposed soles made the crow blush, as did seeing the evil grin on the eagle’s face as he stared at the tormented talons.

This went on for an excruciating twenty minutes this time, before the eagle stopped once more.

“Now, do you want to speak, crow?”

The crow was too busy panting and catching his breath to hear the Boss’ voice.

“Please...please, sir...I can’t handle it...my feet are too sensitive for that brush, do anything else, just get away from my feet!”

The Boss was amused to hear the crow, whose first reaction to him was ‘Fuck you’, now refer to him as ‘Sir’, which was a sign that he was beginning to crack.

“I’ll tell you what, if you are a good birdy and you give me the info, I’ll stop the torture straight away and I’ll even make sure your feet get a nice massage before I let you go. If you do not give me the info, I will use this on your soles.” The Boss said to the crow whilst holding up an odd-looking contraption, a set of three metal prongs spread out from a thick handle, almost like a small rake.

“Please, I can’t tell you anything but just don’t tickle my feet again!”

“Wrong answer, birdy” the Boss teased before placing the metal rake against the top of the crow’s poor soles, prodding them to tease and raise the bird’s nervousness.

“N-Nono!...It already tickles!...Get it off my fe-HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The Boss slowly and teasingly dragged the metal rake up and down the length of the bird’s feet, making sure to push hard enough to dig in slightly and really make his cute, long toes squirm.

“The good thing about this tool is, It is thin enough for me to pinpoint exactly which spot of your tender feet I want to suffer, like maybe here?”

The crow was far too busy with his laughing fit to hear the eagle’s taunting, but he could definitely feel the sensitive spaces between his toes being targeted by the cold, prodding metal prongs.

The crow’s soles suffered for almost half an hour before he began screaming.

“HAHAHA...WAIT...I’LL TELL YOU...I’LL TELL YOUHAHAHAHA!”

The Baron stopped the tickle torture, but still kept the metal prongs poked between his tender toes.

“Go ahead.”

“I work for the Terrax Group. I was told to come here and try and find out how much your operation was worth, I didn’t know what I was getting into! Now please let me go!”

“Are you absolutely sure, crow? If I go and run some checks on this group you say you are from, I’ll find out you are telling the truth, won’t I?”

The crow replied, “Yes, sir!” enthusiastically, but what the Boss noticed about his response was how his eyes returned to their former nervous state and he appeared rather panicked again.

“I trust you, crow, I’m going to get my henchbirds to check out this Terrax Group and confirm what you have said, as soon as I am certain you have told me the truth, I will give you that foot massage I told you about earlier.”

The crow retained his nervous look, further making the Boss suspicious. As he walked out of the room, he felt he had to give the crow another warning.

“By the way, little crow, have you ever heard of bastinado?”

“Umm...no, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.” The crow replied, still nervous.

“It is a form of torture in which the helpless feet of the victim are repeatedly beaten and whipped with a hard object, causing excruciating pain in their soles.”
 
The Boss noticed immediately after saying this that the crow looked more scared than ever and was gently curling and uncurling his toes nervously.

“It’s also what you will get to experience if I find out you have been lying to me. But that won’t happen, will it? I will be back as soon as possible, crow.”