(DISCLAIMER: Much like the previous part, this is centred around non-con, foot/paw torture and dark tickle scenarios. In particular this part contains permanent tickling scenarios, so if that disturbs you then you should seek alternative literature. For those seeking out wonderfully sadistic foot tickling torture involving Digimon, with a sprinkling of foot worship and bastinado/falaka too, do read on~ At least as long as you've read the first part beforehand)
Impmon had spent the entire night in the most frustrated state he had ever been in. Kept awake for hours by something as simple as water dripping onto his paws, he was angry and sleep-deprived, spending almost the entire night thinking of potential ways he could beat up the humans that were keeping him here. At this point, he didn’t even care about the other Digimon, he just wanted a way out himself. Hours and hours passed, until finally, his sleepiness overshadowed his torment, and he drifted off to peaceful sleep at last...for about 40 minutes, until a sudden change in sensation interrupted his rest once again. Although hot water droplets had been making contact all night, they suddenly got about ten times hotter, and Impmon let out a fairly adorable squeal at the sudden heat. The hot drips turned from just annoying to genuinely painful, and he squirmed around a lot in the next few minutes until they came to a sudden end.
“Wake up!” The voice of the Headmaster booms out as he walks in front of the bound imp. He is growled at in response, particularly when the captive notices the half-melted candle in his hand that he was clearly hovering above the trapped feet a few seconds earlier. “I figured you’d be cranky in the morning, but rest assured, I simply want to talk. We can make this easy.”
“Argh! Do you know how damn tired I am!?” Impmon shouted, in full rage mode as he struggled pathetically in his bonds. “I don’t do well with no sleep! And what the hell was that candle for!?”
“Well I had to wake you up somehow...anyway, I’ve learned to deal with your anger problems by now. The time has come for further discussion regarding our deal.“
“I told you! I’m not negotiating with asshole humans who like torturing Digimon!”
“But you saw it yourself, this is not conventional torture. No Digimon in this facility will ever have blood drawn, or even be physically injured in any way. Even the more painful methods, like you saw with the Gaomon, are more psychological….and you cannot deny that your curiosity was piqued...”
“Ugh…” Impmon stopped struggling and seemed to calm down quickly. His night of endless thrashing and violent thoughts had gone a long way to vent his anger, allowing him to think much more rationally. He had no intention of accepting the deal, but he at least wanted a lot more explanation. “...Curiosity don’t mean I like it! It’s just, ya know, interesting…”
“Hmm!” The Headmaster smiled widely. “That’s a word I like to hear. I never expected you to be ‘into’ our activities, per se...but now that we have your attention, we can help you to enjoy it.”
“I can’t enjoy it! Regardless of what crazy weird way you’re doing it, it’s still torture! And you want me to be the one doing it?”
“Yes, precisely. Us humans are very busy, we have lives outside of this facility. Impmon like you on the other hand, spend all their time trying to play foolish pranks on other monsters. You enjoy mischief, mischief that often upsets and distresses the targets. You enjoy that, don’t you? Distress?”
“...” Impmon hesitated on his response for a while. “Pranks are funny! That kind of distress is just a fun reaction to see!”
“But you’d like to know how far that reaction can go, wouldn’t you? How much distress you can put a fellow mon in without causing physical injury.” The Headmaster smirks as he speaks, feeling very confident in his persuasion. He knew the Impmon would be difficult and fight, his plan was going as expected. He had studied the species, and knew full well how to push their buttons. “You like having power and control over others, to feel stronger than them...what we are offering is the ultimate in that experience. Sadism.”
“I...I-no! It’s completely different!” Impmon was intrigued, although he didn’t want to be. Everything the human was saying was true...but could an Impmon really learn to enjoy actual sadism? “And anyway...what the hell is your end goal? Why exactly are you doing this? I think that’s kinda important to explain!”
“For the good of our clients, of course... Many people enjoy using Digimon for their own pleasure, and we are offering them the rare chance to do so. That’s both humans...and fellow Digimon.”
“Wh-what do you mean, fellow Digimon?”
“We aren’t stupid, we’ve done research on our customer base… As well as human interest, it’s proven that some Digimon, from all species, are prone to sadism and fetishes. Privileged Digimon will gladly pay to have fun with another. And you could be the one to make that happen. Think about it, you could make many mon happy every week, and all you would have to do is keep your subjects in line.” As the Headmaster spoke, Impmon got a little blush on his cheeks. The carefully chosen words of the human were making a previously outrageous idea sound appealing. “Remember, if you do accept the deal, you will hear very little from us. You’ll be the master of your own facility, taking care of your fellow Digimon however you see fit. Their punishment routine will be necessary, but they won’t mind. We are making sure they are already broken for you, after all. When you aren’t having fun with your sadism, you can sit back in peace and see the cash roll in from the visitors.”
“...” Another moment of thought from Impmon. He felt dirty, but his sadistic nature had been perfectly exploited. He was interested at the idea of having his own place of residence, having other Digimon who he could be mean to without them fighting back.Even if it was torture...it was just playing with their paws! Completely innocent~ It wouldn’t be so bad if he had that as a job. Now that his mind was turned on to the idea...he just had to be absolutely sure. “Those two with the roller...the Agumon and the Gabumon...can I go and visit them again?”
“Hehe...just as planned…” The human smirked wider, his plan once again being executed perfectly, “The Agu and Gabu are waiting for you. I’m going to give you a little lesson in your new role…”
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When he was led into the room where the Agumon and Gabumon lay helpless on their backs, still gagged, earmuffed and blinded, Impmon’s mind was working completely differently to how it had done the previous day. Maybe he was just happy to finally be out of the hogtie, but his calmness and composure meant that he was able to find the sight of the two bound captives rather cute. Again, they were physically fine, not a single mark on them, and they were both remaining quiet and relaxed...for now. They had clearly completely recovered from the roller treatment they had received. The Headmaster immediately went to the control panel and activated the stock chains, lifting their trapped feet up towards the ceiling and getting them squirming once more.
“Look at their feet, Impmon. Admire them, for they will receive your sadism. Look at their size, their shape, their movement…”
Impmon did exactly that, staring at the big bare orange and yellow soles that were now lifted up on display for him. Both the Agumon and Gabumon had very large, wide soles, and three thick pudgy toes on each foot. They paddled in the air a little, struggling, as their toes gently wiggled and curled. The typical movement of a pair of feet that were awaiting tickles~ The Impmon had never particularly considered himself a foot fetishist before, but he couldn’t deny that they were quite beautiful.
“This is weird… I shouldn’t like looking at their feet so much…”
“Don’t be shy~” The Headmaster responded.“Tell me what you’re thinking~”
“I...I do wanna tickle them...like yesterday, they seemed...kinda cute and humiliated! I think that’s kinda fun to see…” Impmon replied, sounding rather embarrassed himself at finding other Digimon’s feet attractive.
“Of course...lick their feet.”
“...W-wha?”
“Go on, you know you want to...just take a lick of one foot of each of them. Get nice and up close to your new playthings…”
“I...I dunno...that’s too weird!”
“I know you want to...just lick their feet, and then see how they react.”
Impmon paused for a little while, staring at the feet again. Although he thought it was crazy, the sight of the gently squirming stompers and the teasing words of the human made him really want to do it...so he put his tongue out just a bit, leaned in, and dragged it up the left sole of the Agumon. A brief squeal, followed by a flustered moan, immediately emerged from the Agumon’s muzzle. It was just a quick lick, but led to a very precious reaction from the mon. Impmon wasted no time in moving to the Gabumon’s foot and licking up that, resulting in a slightly louder mix of a giggle and a moan. The Gabumon visibly blushed within seconds, and instinctively curled his toes right around the Impmon’s muzzle. The imp just couldn’t help himself at that point - he spent a few more seconds pushing his face into the Gabumon’s wide sole, taking a few extra licks and just generally feeling the warm comfort of the bare foot against his face. When he pulled away, the Impmon had a blush on his cheeks very similar to the Gabumon.
“There, wasn’t that nice? Now we can move on to the main event…” The Headmaster spoke in a soft tone, making sure to ease the still-confused Impmon into the fetish activity. He grabbed a small table from the corner of the room and wheeled it close to the centre, next to where the two bound mon were laying. A red cloth was covering the top of it, which he soon pulled off, revealing the delights that were on the table - feathers, brushes and pinwheels of all different varieties, plus riding crops and candles. “I don’t expect you to use all of these tools, but I do hope you will have fun with the ones you do choose. I would also recommend the riding crop as your first choice, as this will ensure their feet are extra tender for tickling. You have thirty minutes to do whatever you wish to the feet of these two trapped boys. Choose your first tool.”
The Impmon did exactly as suggested by the human, and picked up a small leather riding crop.
“So...this is what you used on me last night, huh?”
“It is a good tool for making creatures feel nice and humble. You don’t have to use it too hard...just lightly spank their feet.”
“Lightly spank...yeah…” The Impmon’s voice made it clear that he was already getting used to the idea of punishing them. Looking at their feet for a few seconds longer before he made a move, he then quickly targeted the Agumon’s soles and thwacked the crop against them. The noise that Agumon made was not particularly one of pain, but one of surprise and panic. The crop was not intense enough to be painful but left the recipients with a very firm tingling sting across their soles, that tenderised them with every stroke. The crop struck again across Agumon’s feet, which caused his toes to splay out wide and then wiggle. The third stroke was on the Gabumon’s soles, and he seemed very energetic and responsive. As soon as the crop made contact, he let out a loud gasp, and his blush deepened. The second stroke across his feet, made him let out a lovely soft moan that complimented the sound of the crop smack perfectly.
“How does it feel to smack their helpless feet?” The Headmaster asked, watching carefully.
“G-great…” Impmon replied, punctuating himself with another firm smack against Gabumon’s soft soles, “...why is this so much fun…”
“That’s what sadism feels like...embrace it.” The human said happily as the Impmon continued to lay around ten smacks on each of his captives, delivering quick yet firm spanks across their weak and vulnerable soles. A very slight reddening was noticeable on both pairs of digi-feet after the spanking. “That redness means that they will be tenderised...now is the perfect time to tickle. Choose one of the other tools.”
Impmon wanted to waste no time. He still wasn’t quite sure why he was having so much evil fun at doing strange things to other Digimon’s feet...but he sure as hell wanted to keep it up whilst he was in the perfect mood. He decided to go for a feather, to administer his first tickling, and immediately gave the long, white feather a stroke up Gabumon’s tenderised foot. The digi-dog flinched around in the stocks and chains, clearly already heavily affected just by the first stroke as he curled his toes tight and let out a nice giggle.
“Ooh...he’s so ticklish on his feet…” Impmon said, getting a nice slightly embarrassed grin from hearing his own words, as he then stroked the feather along Agumon’s big bare soles, resulting in an equally ticklish and giggly response from the dino.
“Don’t focus on one for too long...Keep them both giggling and squirming.” The Headmaster gave his best advice. “Stroke the feather across all four feet at once, go up and down across the soles, and try and work your way between the toes. Keep their suffering varied.”
Impmon acted expertly on the advice, manoeuvering the feather slowly yet swiftly across the two pairs of beautiful scaly feet that were at his mercy. Agumon was showing some restraint, gently wiggling his toes and squirming in the stocks, and giggling through gritted teeth. Gabumon was much more open with his ticklish suffering, squirming his body all around with his big, pudgy toes being very frantic and wiggly. He was a tough yet also very soft boy, his feet soles being a known weak spot for him...to be bound and tickle tortured right on those big vulnerable bare feet was his nightmare. Even though the single feather was not quite as bad as the roller that would usually punish him, it was still a difficult sensation for him and his soft, supple soles and toes to take. After a little bit longer of the feather alternating, Agumon could soon no longer hold in his reactions either, and his feet soon became a lot more vibrant. The Impmon was now being entertained with the sight of both pairs of feet struggling helplessly against the devious tickle torture he was inflicting on them. He never knew foot tickling could feel so good. Or sound so good...Agumon and Gabumon’s muffled laughter complimented each other so nicely, and was a simply delightful noise to hear echoing around the room. Even with those gags on their laughs were so loud and varied. Such beautiful laughter for such helpless, ticklish boys.
“Are you satisfied, Impmon?”
“Huh?” Impmon had to pause, almost unable to hear over the sound of uproarious laughter that he was forcing out of the two scalies.
“I said, are you satisfied? With the foot feathering?”
“Satisfied? Oh...oh yeah!” The Impmon replied passionately. He was loving every second, and to think he had reacted so violently to the idea just one night previous… “It...feels so good...their feet are so nice…”
“Yes, but is it ENOUGH for you? Satisfaction comes when you think they have taken enough...and don’t you think it’d be so much fun to tickle those big feet with brushes rather than feathers?:
“Ooh…” The Impmon looked at the large hairbrush that was at the centre of the table, then looked back at the bound feet in front of him. A second later, and he had immediately dropped the feather and picked up the bristly tool. “Do you think they can take it?”
“It’s not up to them...it’s you in control of what they feel on their feet. I don’t expect you to use the heavier tools like pinwheels just yet, but...try and given them a nice, long tickle with that brush. Punish them for having such nice sensitive soles....”
The Headmaster’s words were having a profound effect on Impmon. His choice of words were really pushing the buttons of his sadist side, and when he scraped the bristles of the brush right across both pairs of feet, that simply cemented his evil grin. The sound of both ticklees squealing in ticklish delight was like music to Impmon’s ears, and he simply couldn’t wait any longer. He placed the rough, harsh bristles right against Agumon’s bare feet, and began to scrub. Up and down, across the arches, across the toes. Then across Gabumon’s feet...same again, up and down, on the soft and tender arches, across the frantically wiggling toes. The laughter from them was so loud that it wasn’t even noticeable they were still muzzle-gagged. The pair of soft scalies were thrashing around, causing the chains to rattle and trying desperately to free their tender feet from the ravishing tickles of the brush. Their massive, thick soles were no match for something as simple as a hairbrush being pushed against them. What a pathetic and humiliating situation for any Digimon to be in. By this point, the Impmon was full of adrenaline, really lusting after his captives’ laughter.
The bristles were extremely evil on their feet anyway, but especially so after they were already ravaged and tenderised by the riding crop and the feather. Their feet felt unbelievably sensitive, almost like the pair of them would giggle uncontrollably if they walked barefoot across grass. The brushing was true torment on their feet, torment that they were increasingly struggling to handle. Their bodies soon slowed down, getting too tired to struggle, although their toes remained extremely wiggly and splayed often.
“Are you satisfied now?” The Headteacher asked again, looking quite satisfied himself. Impmon almost wanted to continue...but he had to use some restraint, and some sympathy was starting to appear for the exhausted and abused creatures at his mercy. But at the same time, he wanted more from them. He wouldn’t quite admit it, just yet, but he was now looking forward to his new role as master…
“Yes… They’ve done well.” The sadist mon replied, even panting a little himself from the adrenaline rush. “Let them rest...they look like they need it.”
“Good. See, you can be a caring master whilst also being a sadist. You know when to stop and let them relax. Not that it’s always necessary but, like you said, these two have done well~”
“So...I guess you’re gonna ask me the question again, huh?”
“Not quite. I’m not as satisfied as I need to be that you are comfortable in your sadism.”
“Wh...wha!?” Impmon was taken aback. “Did you not just see me!? You can’t tell me that wasn’t enough! I already feel evil...in a...kinda good way…”
“Hehe, every word you say just makes me more and more assured that you are the perfect boy for the job. You should reward yourself.”
“Reward myself?” Impmon asked, then looked back at the two ticklees. “Ohh...you mean…”
“That’s right… but not as quickly as you did before.” The Headmaster strolled up closer to Impmon, and placed a hand on the back of his head, gently applying pressure to it as he guided it towards the bound feet. “Indulge yourself in their feet...get all your lust out.”
Impmon almost retaliated at the feeling of the human hand on the back of his head, but when he thought about what it was doing...he was very happy to keep it there. As the hand gently pushed his face into Agumon’s soles, both the orange captive and Impmon let out a moan at the same time - Agumon’s of humiliation, Impmon’s of pure lust and pleasure. His tongue immediately emerged and began to lick passionately all over the scaly orange soles, working it’s way around the arches, across the balls of each foot, and up to the toes, which he began to take in his mouth and gently suckle on. All the while, the human’s hand applying a little more pressure, pushing Impmon’s face more firmly against the bound feet, ensuring that those warm, wide soles rubbed all over the purple mon. He soon slowly moved over to Gabumon, who had much softer and cushiony soles, forcing more delighted moans out of Impmon. Gabumon’s own moans were also slightly louder, his yellow cheeks quickly reddening with blush as he felt the embrace of an Impmon’s face and tongue against his trapped bare feet. His tongue licked deeply across all the soft, tortured spots of Gabumon’s feet, soothing them yet also tormenting them further at the same time. When his toes were sucked on, those cute moans grew to their loudest.
“This one very much likes having his toes sucked on...I think it’s a deeply humiliating guilty pleasure for him.”
Impmon was delighted to give Gabumon more of his guilty pleasure, and humiliate him even further as his blush grew to maximum redness. The thick toes wiggled inside Impmon’s mouth, as his rough tongue licked deeply between them. After a few minutes, the hand gently pulled Impmon away from the feet, almost resulting in a disappointed whimper. He so wanted to lick more...
“Th-thank you for that…” Impmon said, rather submissively, as he also blushed deeply.
“There’s one final test. Follow me.”
Impmon left the whimpering Agumon and Gabumon alone in the room, getting one last look at their blushing soles as he left. He already had that sadist tingle inside him that wanted to go back and give them more. But whatever he was being led to now was apparently even better~
“You remember the two champions, right? The Gargomon and Growlmon?”
“Yeah! Oh…” The mon hadn’t thought of those two before now, but now his newly sadistic mind thought back to the immense sensitivity of those large, strong champions being helplessly tortured. Another evil tingle travelled through him, as he realised, his role would give him the chance to torment Digimon much stronger than him. “You’re gonna make me torture them?”
“Unfortunately no, Impmon...You will simply be spectating something. These two champion levels are about to meet their ultimate fate. Come in.” The Headmaster opens the door to the champions’ room, revealing them in similarly helpless states as they were in the previous day. Their arms were cuffed directly above their heads, stretching out their arms above them. However, rather than their ankles being locked in cuffs, their whole feet were now encased in large clear boxes, tightly trapping them and offering their ankles no leeway to squirm. Blindfolds, earmuffs and muzzle gags had been placed on both of them so that they were completely sensory deprived. Gargomon seemed completely still and offering no reaction, but the Growlmon seemed to be squirming his feet around inside the box, trying in vain to find some way of freeing himself. “We took delivery of these boxes just last night...we call them Eternal Chambers.”
“That’s a pretentious name...I like it.” Impmon replied, “But what’s so special about ‘em?”
“We’ve been having these developed and produced for months... Whilst all the other Digimon in this facility will be transferred to your dungeon control, these two are our personal toys, and will be used as test subjects for this new mechanism. The boxes that their feet are locked in can currently be opened...however...as soon as we activate them with one press of a button...their feet will be trapped in there forever. There is no way to stop the mechanism or release their ankles.”
“Forever?” The Impmon asked. “What exactly does it do to ‘em?”
“You’ll see...if you wish… You see, if I had shown you this yesterday, you would have gone into a blind rage and done your best to kill me and my henchmen. This is serious stuff we’re talking about here, the peak of our kind of sadism. But now that we’ve discovered your sadist side together, I believe you are ready to make this decision.” The human smirked, as he pulled out a small device with a single button on it, plus a few dials. He then passed it to the Impmon. “That one button will condemn these two Digimon to a lifetime of tickle torture. These few minutes could be the last they ever have without some kind of tickling torment being felt on their soles. The dials can adjust the intensity, but it cannot entirely stop it. The decision is up to you, Impmon...but remember, it’s just us and these two cute, helpless creatures here~ Why not let your sadist mindset make the final push into being your dominant one?”
Impmon’s anxiety grew as his mind became conflicted, the words of the headmaster toying with him. He really wanted to see those two get tickled, badly. He wanted to see them giggle and squirm just like the two little rookies did beneath him earlier. He had the power he had always naturally wanted, to degrade and humiliate Digimon who could normally easily defeat him. But could he really betray his own kind just for his own pleasure? The Headmaster was right, if he had been given this button device the previous night he would have smashed it against the heads of every human in the room...but now, he wanted to push it. He wanted to be a true sadist. He wanted to begin his new purpose in life...and also begin theirs~
“So...they’ll never get out?” He asked, his finger over the button.
“Never. Point of no return. Even if we wanted to show them mercy, the machinery would not allow us to.”
“And it’ll just tickle them, right? They won’t be hurt?”
“Of course! It has been specifically designed to not cause them any physical harm, even after several decades.”
“D-decades?” That word resonated hugely with Impmon’s sadist side, making it finally take over, making him truly evil. The thought of two strong Digimon being in a state of permanent defeat like that for the rest of their existence… he liked it too much. He wasn’t even feeling bad about it now. “I’ll do it. I’ll make them suffer…”
Both the Impmon and the human both had wide smirks on their faces, as the cruel imp pressed down on the button. That was it now, the point of no return. With just one push of a button, Impmon felt more powerful than he ever had before, and the human had finally achieved his goal of unleashing the species’ natural cruel mindset. As soon as the button was pressed, a loud clank noise signified the locks on the machine activating. Just to test it out, the button was pressed again a few times...nothing. Nothing would stop those machines now. A few seconds later, the two sadists watched closely as many, many small active fibres began to form at the bottom of the machine, rapidly growing and approaching the helpless bare footpaws that were hanging above them.
“There are around two thousand individual fibres, all extremely tiny, contained in each box.” The Headmaster explained, wanting the Impmon to enjoy the sight as much as he was, “They are engineered to target each individual nerve on their soles and toes. Give it a few more seconds…”
The small, wiggling fibres, looking like very tiny little strings or vines, grew and grew until they finally made contact with the Digimon’s feet. First a lovely squeal indicated that Gargomon’s soles had been touched, then Growlmon’s moan followed a second later. Their hypersensitive soles were flinching just from a little stroke of a few of the fibres, giggles already filling the room...and then the real torture quickly began. All the thousands of fibres contained within the machine, all rapidly went straight for both their trapped paws, some wiggling against the soles, some going between the toes, some stroking along the tops. A few even wrapped around their toes, to pull them tight and prevent them from wiggling shut. The sound of their laughter was immediately so powerful that it nearly shook the room, the two strong monsters reduced to the most pathetic and humiliating kind of laughing mess possible. If they weren’t muzzle-gagged, the volume of their laughs would possibly have damaged the Impmon’s ears. He watched intently, gaining an evil but wonderful pleasure at the fate of his fellow Digimon. He had condemned them to a lifetime of torture...and it was the best he had ever felt.
The Headmaster certainly wasn’t in any rush to interrupt the fun~ He wanted the Impmon to really enjoy himself, and take in the whole permanence of the situation. As the Impmon stared at the ticklees, the human was staring at the Impmon, reading his body language just like he did earlier in the day. Although the imp grinned widely, his eyes narrowed giving him a perfect sadistic look, his blushing had completely disappeared - signifying that he no longer even felt ashamed of his lust. He was clearly having a great time watching the suffering and struggling, almost proud of the life-changing tickle torture he had now inflicted upon them. Eventually, the time came to spring the important question on him.
“So, Impmon...do we have a deal?”
“Yes...yes we do~” The Impmon smirked back at him, before changing the topic quite quickly. “But before ya talk about that some more...can I go up to them?”
“Well, of course~ Get a closer look at their squirming, as much as you wish~”
“I need to do more than just look...ugh, I can’t help myself…” The Impmon almost looked like he was pent-up and frustrated again, as he leapt over to the Growlmon and, without a moment’s hesitation, began to work his claws along the stretched upper body of the bound creature. The laughter notably increased straight away, and the Growlmon’s buff scaly body thrashed violently from side to side as it suffered the same ticklish exploitation as his feet. Impmon’s claws navigated and wiggled all the way down his sides and digging into the hollows of his armpits, making sure to give him a nice even upper body tickling, wanting every single spot on his weakened body to feel the power of tickle torture. After a minute or so, he switched to the Gargomon, digging in with more cruelty to the softer and pudgier sides of the digivolved bunny and feeling the chubby body squirm against his torturous fingers. He alternated between the pair of them every minute or so, adding to the already permanent torture on their feet and conflicting them between a headspace of ticklish euphoria and a feeling of absolute fear and desperation to escape the hellish sensations - two mental states that they will drift in and out of for the rest of their lives.
The Headmaster watched, completely satisfied with his newly appointed dungeon master. He will easily keep all the rest in line, and clearly knows exactly how to deliver the worst possible torment to any digital monster…
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Impmon sat in his new chair for the first time. It had been a few days since his sadist side had taken over, and he was now at his first day on the job, taking his refuge in an underground dungeon that had been especially built for the services that he would provide. Looking around at his ‘office’, he noticed a letter from the Headmaster, which he promptly opened:
“Impmon,
               I hope you are settling in well to the dungeon. You’ve proven yourself a worthy partner for our business and I do hope you enjoy yourself to the fullest during your time here. All of the Digimon you met in the holding facility, sans the two champions, have been transferred to your cells and should already be restrained for ease of administering their first punishment sessions.
Please remember at all times that from now on, none of the captives are to be referred to with their own names. They have been accordingly codenamed DIGI-000, DIGI-001 and so on. Strip them of their identity, and they will remain easier to keep in line.
Your first client will be arriving tomorrow. He is very interested in the Gaomon, who was the first to be transferred and hence is DIGI-000. Keep an eye on things for your first rental, but I assure you all our customers will be trustworthy.
I will speak to you again tomorrow. Have fun~
-The Headmaster”
Impmon smirked, thinking about all the fun he was going to have with his new soft-footed captives. Tonight was going to be the best night ever…
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“It’s perfect. More than three weeks in now, and still working just as well…”
Back in the holding facility, now vacant save for the one room, the Headmaster plus all of his henchmen had gathered around to admire their two big tickle toys. Gargomon and Growlmon, having not received a single second of rest since the Impmon commenced their torture almost a month ago. Their feet still squirmed frantically within the boxes, fighting against the fibres that would inevitably win and grapple their toes to keep them still. Thousands of fibres, keeping up a relentless ticklish assault upon their large, sensitive bare feet, and completely unable to stop under any circumstances. The two monsters were complete wrecks, their fur and scales drenched in their tears as they were now in a consistent state of crying with laughter. They alternated between being hysterical and breathless, their weak and helpless bodies trembling under the harsh duress of tickle hell. The strength they held as champion levels was not anywhere near enough to make the torture easier to cope with - however it was enough to keep them awake and conscious throughout every second. Their own bodies’ fighting spirit was precisely what was keeping them from passing out and getting their only chance at any rest.
The humans all sat back and watched, their sick pleasure now satisfied. The two living beings in front of them were no longer anything more than their torture toys, and they have no choice but to take it...for years and years. Going into decades. Their degradation continuing all the way through. They may have been broken, but that doesn't mean that they will simply accept their new lives. With every passing year, they continue to regret the split second of distraction that led to them being caught, that led to them being permanently tortured. Just one little lapse of concentration changed their lives for the worse. They both try to remember what cool grass felt like beneath their feet...pleasant sensations on their soles, that they haven't felt in years. Although they cannot vocalise their psychological agony, the humans are fully aware of it, their sick pleasure fuelled by their toys' slow lapse into total insanity caused by non-stop, endless tickle torture.
Their ticklish bodies were in the holding facility - but their minds were firmly and permanently trapped in hell.