“Wake up!”

Spyro had been asleep for a while, his captor taking longer than usual to return. The animals were still hanging around the room, but had gradually lost interest in licking his paws, allowing the tortured dragon to rest. He abruptly woke from his slumber with his captor hanging over him, his face noticeably scratched and bleeding.

“Huh...?” He said, tired and confused.

“First of all, I will congratulate you on telling the truth. There were indeed many dragons to be found in your homeland...however as you can see, I had a little trouble capturing them.” The aggressor said in a harsh tone.

“Captured? What? What are you going to do to them?” Spyro shouted in response, partially frightened and partially angry.

“It isn't a matter of 'going to do' any more, little dragon. I can easily show you what they are going through right this second however...”

The dragon picked up a small device from the floor, a square block with a screen on the front, resembling a portable television. He flicked the switch to turn the device on.

“Tell me, do you recognise any of these?”

Spyro was shown the screen on the device, and much to his horror, he could indeed recognise the dragon that was shown. A few seconds later, the image changed to a different dragon, whom he also recognised, and so on. Each dragon was restrained to a terrifying bondage chair, restricting any movement or noise from them and placing their hindpaws straight in front. Most of the dragons' paws were in the process of being licked by various animals, with varying response. One dragon in particular looked to be in severe distress and was violently squirming his toes around trying vainly to escape the tongues.

“How many did you capture?!” Spyro shouted frantically, unable to stop watching his friends being tickle-tortured.

“Not as many as I'd hoped, maybe around 15. There were some that got away and saw my face clearly...which is why I have to make the most of all my victims now.”

“You agreed to let me go if I told you what you wanted to know! You're forgetting that I can set you on fire with one breath!”

Spyro's brief streak of toughness was immediately broken as his captor dragon grabbed his face and covered it with a muzzle gag, tying it roughly around his head so his mouth was unable to open. He shouted through the gag but it was reduced to muffled noises.

“You can't be so mouthy now, can you, eh? You'll have to be very nice to me if you want me to take it off.”

Spyro's eyes glared menacingly at the torturer, now too frustrated to be nervous about what was to come.

“You belong to me now, Spyro...Don't look at your owner like that. I need to make you smile again, don't I?” He said teasingly as he extended the claw on his index finger and touched it lightly against Spyro's heel. His footpaws were noticeably softer than they were the previous day, probably due to the licking he had endured. He slowly dragged his pointy claw up the purple foot, which began to squirm the closer the claw got to his toes. Light muffled moans began coming from Spyro's muzzle as his scaly toes softly wiggled against the torturer's rising finger.

“I bet your feet are so sore and sensitive by now...feel free to wiggle your toes, they aren't going anywhere” He teased the pudgy toes by wiggling his claws softly against them. “That's it...wiggle them against my claws.”

More pointy claws were added over time until Spyro's helpless feet were being cruelly stroked and scratched, from the heels to the tips of the toes. His muffled giggles became louder every few minutes as it became clear the softness of his soles was increasing.

Without any pause between weapons, the claws were replaced with two metal forks, which in a matter of seconds resulted in Spyro's muffled noises growing to five times their previous volume. The sharp, cold metal prongs relentlessly tormented the dragon's ticklish soles and toes, with the captor taking sadistic pleasure in poking and prodding different parts of his vulnerable feet.

“Enjoying the forks, are we? Aww, it would only be kind of me to stroke them nice and hard up and down those ticklish little feet, wouldn't it?”

Spyro shouted briefly in retaliation but soon began moaning and laughing again as the forks were tickling roughly up and down his tender feet. They did so for what felt like hours to the ticklish young dragon, resulting in brief shouts of pleasure when the forks were pulled away from his now slightly red soles.

His pleasure was not to last long, however, as he could feel one of the toes on his left foot being grabbed. A small piece of string was wrapped around the quivering toe and was then attached to the top of the stocks. Each of his toes were tied individually after that.

“Your toes are very cute when they wiggle, but I think I want to be able to tickle more accurately for the rest of our playtime.” Once the captor had finished speaking, Spyro's toes were splayed out wide, quivering ever so slightly against their bonds and stretching out his soles even more. This meant that somehow they were even more helpless and vulnerable than previously. He reached down and pulled up a long stiff, white feather from the ground, which was placed teasingly in front of the victim's muzzled face.

“You like the look of that, young dragon? You're gonna feel it stroking every inch of your feet, every single scale. I'm gonna make sure I have you desperate to curl your toes...”

Spyro's eyes widened as he was taunted with the feather, and the vulnerability of his severely restrained feet and toes soon became obvious to him. It was only a few seconds before the feather was slowly and teasingly lowered to his paws. The feather focused primarily on his tightly restrained toes, gliding and sliding between them continuously.

“Mmm, I can only imagine how much your toes want to wiggle against the feather...You must be cursing the string preventing them from doing so...”

As he felt the feather slowly and deviously caressing the sensitive areas between his exposed bare toes, Spyro was further embarrassed by the relentless teasing of his torturer, who was now appearing almost psychotic and clearly taking extreme pleasure in teasing him as much as possible.
“Do you wanna wiggle them? Huh?  Wanna wiggle your adorable little piggies away from their tickle torture? How 'bout if I just slide this soft feather across your soft widdle soles?”

The purple soles could not move an inch in the foot restraints, forcing them to endure every tickly stroke of the long feather against them.

“Just think, these poor soles will never feel the cool ground beneath them again! Your feet will remain in my stocks forever and I WILL make sure they are tickled. Tickled so hard and long that you will feel tingles in your feet even during the brief moments I will service them.”

The tickle torture got to a point where the poor dragon could feel each individual fibre of the feather fondling his tender soles. He tried so hard to curl his toes, but the string was too strong and it simply made his toes hurt. This made him laugh louder when the feather stroked and caressed his trapped, plump toes.

When the feather eventually stopped, Spyro was panting like crazy and looked exhausted. He closed his eyes and sighed softly as his relentlessly tickled and sore feet were briefly rubbed and squeezed by the captor.
“Such a ticklish victim! I've got so many ways to torment your paws we can be here all year! And the best is yet to come...”

Spyro's eyes widened once more, but not for long, as he had gotten to the point now where he simply had to accept whatever fate he was given.

“Don't worry, I've allowed two of your friends to join us. They might seem a little different, though...”

Spyro saw two dragons emerge from the room entrance, both of whom he recognised from the Artisan's home. However, their eyes stared blankly into the distance and neither of them seemed to recognise Spyro. They both immediately sat down in front of the bound dragon, one in front of each foot. Spyro panicked as he realised what they were going to do.

“I took a little time to hypnotise these two. But it will be worth it. I chose them as they seemed to have the roughest and longest tongues of all the captives...and I wanted to see them slide across your paws...”

He then leaned over to between the two hypnotised dragons, slightly adjusting their heads so they were directly in front of Spyro's soles.

“Now, my dragons...lick.”

Spyro flinched as soon as the two dragon tongues made contact with his feet. They didn't feel like any other tongue that he had been licked by. These two dragons had tongues that could lick the entire length of his sole and wiggle between his toes all at once, and they felt like hard, stiff, wet brushes scraping against him. His moans and laughter filled the entire room despite his restrictive muzzle. As he suffered, his evil captor gently stroked his ear to humiliate him further, and whispered softly into it...

“I could take or leave the rest of your body, but your footpaws are my toys now. And you don't realise how deep underground I am keeping you...even if my lair is discovered, no-one...NO-ONE...will stop me from torturing your feet...”