The crow had been tied to the chair for several hours now, with no sign of his torturer returning and his bondage keeping him tightly restrained and barely able to move. He was in a very vulnerable position, with his talons exposed in front of him, soles facing straight outward. There was a slight breeze passing through his toes, which helped to reduce the tingling sensation left by his tickle torture. His toes continuously wiggled, being one of the only parts of the crow’s body that was free to move, and he found it highly relaxing and almost hypnotic to watch his own toes gently curl and splay. He was embarrassed to have such sensitive feet in an exposed and helpless state, but the sensation of his long toes wiggling against each other and the ever so slight twinge that remained in his soles was a beautiful relief.

Whilst doing this, he also surveyed the room around him. It definitely looked like it hadn’t been used for much before, but there was a bookshelf with several pieces of reading material on it, plus a very small television with several unlabelled VHS tapes laid out on a shelf next to it.

The crow eventually fell asleep in his chair, but he did not get much rest at all as his slumber was interrupted by the return of the eagle Boss. The crow immediately went from relaxed to anxious as the Boss sat down in front of his feet again, but he soon calmed down when he was given a nice foot rub. The eagle’s soft wings caressed the crow’s tortured feet for a few minutes until the Boss spoke up.

“I am an eagle of my word, crow. I promised you a massage once I returned and now you will get what you have been waiting for. Why don’t we make it even more soothing?” The eagle said, before pouring some oil from a bottle onto the crow’s soles. As the relaxing oil was rubbed deeply into his soles, the crow couldn’t help but notice the text on the bottle that stated ‘EXTRA-SENSITIZING’.

“Uh...really, you don’t have to use oil!” He said nervously, worrying about his feet getting any more sensitive than they already were.

“Oh, I think I do. After all, I need to make sure these feet feel good and soft. You see, crow, for the past few hours I have been wasting valuable moments of my life trying to look up information on whatever crap you spouted to me after your first torture.”

“No! Honestly, I swear! I was telling the truth!”

“That makes two times you’ve lied to me now. Such disobedience needs discipline and what better way to do it than by punishing these smooth feet? That oil will make sure you suffer enough to learn your lesson.”

The crow began to writhe in his restraints, making a vain attempt to escape as his now soft and oiled feet were fondled by the eagle. Without any warning, the eagle’s wings moved to smother the soles with ticklish feathers.

“NONO! PLEASE – DONT TICKLE MEEEHAHAHA—HAHAH!”

The crow’s ankles pulled tightly against their ropes, trying to pull his feet away from the agonisingly tickly wings, but it was no use. Even using one foot to shield the other was pointless, because the feathers could still slide smoothly between his oiled toes.

“Does the pathetic little crow think he can protect his bare feet? Take your punishment like a man and submit your soles to me!” The eagle said as he began to move his feathers faster over the soles, continuing to verbally taunt the ticklish crow. “Does it feel good?”

The crow was laughing far too much to respond to any of the Boss’ taunts, but one thing was for sure, it definitely did not feel good. He could feel each individual feather stroking against his soles and his feet were writhing so crazily that the eagle could keep his wing perfectly still and the twitching feet would tickle themselves.

Although the tickling was unbearable, it did not seem to go on for as long as the crow had predicted and his feet soon got a rest.

“You know, from being in the criminal underworld for a long time, I know a story of a bird who was in your position once, little crow. He was kidnapped by an enemy of his parents and they tortured him to get them to shut down their operation. Of course, as with any bird, they targeted his talons for torture and set up a camera pointing directly at the soles of his feet  as they were teased, tickled, whipped, beaten, licked, sucked, pricked, bitten, stroked, burned, even cut. After every torture, they would force him to watch himself being abused and would then send the tape to his parents. Now, think about it, being on the other end of the torture, being the person who has control of a victim’s feet, it’s very empowering. Of course, I would never be as heartless and sadistic as the people who tortured that bird were, but I know when a bird deserves to experience pain.”

Growing increasingly anxious, the crow saw his tormentor pick up a small stick with a very thick end to it. Although he was relieved that the eagle was showing sympathy, he curled his toes tightly in anticipation and was not looking forward to the inevitable pain on his feet.

“I promise I will not be too rough, crow. I just want to make you as tender as I can.” The Boss said, before beginning to lay several smacks directly in the centre of the crow’s soles, alternating between each foot quickly.

The crow could only emit a loud moan of pain as the stick made its sudden contact with his delicate feet. Unlike the tickling, where the movement of his feet would be impossible to predict, the Boss immediately noticed a pattern in how the crow reacted. His toes would splay out to their maximum width as the stick touched his soles, followed very quickly by him clenching his toes and rubbing his smacked sole up and down the top of his other foot, which would of course be smacked a matter of seconds later.

The Boss paid close attention to the crow’s eyes, making sure to stop when he was truly reduced to tears. The crow withstood more beating on his feet than the Boss had thought he would, with a good ten minutes passing before the foot torture was paused.

“Good, crow. That will be the last painful torture you will experience, and I am sorry if it was too much but it is necessary for the next part of your punishment to be effective.”

The eagle then put down the stick and picked up with his wingtips two small silver metal pinwheels, each pin extending far from the round centre and looking extra sharp.

“These wheels are not big enough to cause you pain but are easily beyond the size that would cause extreme discomfort and tickling on tender flesh. I hope this will teach you your lesson, crow.”

Before the crow could even respond, the eagle began to softly push the pinwheels into his soles and roll them very slowly up and down, teasing every inch of the crow’s poor feet. The crow was not laughing, instead he continued to moan very loudly in discomfort and occasionally interrupt this with a giggle. The pinwheels were a very different sensation to the feathers or the stick, or even the rake. Each separate pin made a slight prick in the bird’s smooth soles, causing an intense ticklish feeling to surge through his feet and legs.

Despite his toes still being frantic, any movement from his feet would risk the pins being forced in deeper which could cause more pain, so he was careful to only move his toes and nothing else. However, the pinwheel soon began to stimulate the area directly beneath his toes, forcing them to spread outwards, at which point the pins would travel up each of his long clawed toes.

“Nnnggghh—it feels so bad on my toes!” shouted the crow, as his attacker simply stared at his tormented digits.

“Your toes will never have experienced anything like this before, that’s why. Stop moaning and just feel the torture in your feet.”

The pins continued to traverse the length of the crow’s orange soles, sending strong twinges of ticklish sensations racing through the crow’s feet and up his legs also. His talons were now extremely smooth and soft to the touch, owing to the day of tortures that they had received, and he felt as if even walking on the ground would stimulate his soles.

The pin torture went on for at least an hour before the eagle relented and put the pinwheels away.

“Well, crow, I feel that you have learned your lesson now, hopefully you will co-operate with me the next time I ask, eh?”

The eagle released the crow from his restraints but kept him sat on the chair.

“You will stay in this room, crow, until I have decided what to do with you. I will see you very soon.” The Boss said before walking out, closing and locking the door.

The crow, whilst still trapped, was now free to explore the fairly dingy room he had been kept in. He placed his tortured feet on the floor slowly, the sensation of the cold, hard ground making him let out a soft whimper as he placed his soles flat on the ground and wiggled his tingling toes. He was surprised to discover that the TV in the corner of the room actually worked, although he couldn’t get anything but static. Then he thought about something. What are on these tapes? They were not labelled or marked in any way, they looked almost brand new. Curiosity soon got the better of him and he picked one of the tapes at random, putting it into the VCR and playing it.

The video immediately started on a shot of a pair of bright orange, long-clawed bird feet, restrained in much the same manner as the crow’s were a few minutes beforehand. They looked quite bruised and were rubbing gently against each other. Very faint dialogue could be heard in the background.

“This is day number 17. You know what we want and how quickly we want it, but you delay so much. So we have no choice but to continue making your little boy suffer, eh?”

A small metal fork came into shot and began stroking the feet that were in the centre of the frame, resulting in a very frightened and muffled child’s laughter being emitted from the TV speaker. The crow was becoming rather disturbed, was this some sort of crazy snuff film? Or...is it the young bird that he had been told about earlier?

After a brief shot of the young bird feet being tickled, the camera was grabbed by somebody and the face of the victim was shown. A very young-looking eagle with a large beak, completely gagged and blindfolded, tears clearly streaming from his eyes.

It was then that the crow realised who that young bird was...