6th June, 08:45:
The Disney lawyers still haven't stopped trying to sue me since I kidnapped the two mice last time, but I am not a dragon who backs down lightly in the face of copyright law. As a result, I requested that the henchmen bring me two more familiar furries, and they have not disappointed. I've also given them some guns to protect the dungeon a little better.
CAPTIVE PROFILES:
Names: Simba and Nala
Species: Lion
Restraints required: Moderately heavy, X position with gags
Suspected tickle spots: Paws
I've always been a fan of feline paws, they offer softness and sensitivity yet also firmness and strength. I shall be exploiting the former two a lot whilst I have them captive, but shall also be giving their tummies a good tickle too. Hence, I have restrained them both in an X position with rope, a great position for any quadruped animals. Also, even though these two are still cubs, as lions can get rather loud in their roaring and growling, I've put some ball gags around their muzzles. They look rather cute with them on, if I do say so myself.
-Mendel
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The light, muffled sound of growling echoed around Mendel's dungeon when the two lion cubs began to slowly wake up. The ropes around their limbs strained a lot, but they had been tied extra tight as their captor was very aware of the danger of what would happen if they managed to escape. As they were gagged, they were unable to shout out at the dragon who was stood near them, but the dragon was of course free to taunt them as much as he wanted.
“Hooray! The kitties are finally awake!” He smirked, “At long last..I'm going to assume you two have already realised that you won't be getting out of this dungeon for a fair while.”
Simba seemed to jolt as if he was trying to lunge at Mendel, but the ropes kept him held tightly in place, and it just caused him more discomfort. His female companion Nala squirmed much more lightly but was growling just as much through her gag.
“Don't you two keep growling at me like that, you hear?” The captor teased, as he stroked a single claw around Simba's upturned underbelly. The angered struggling suddenly came to a stop, and the lion's torso seemed to lunge upwards at the feeling of the claw poking his tummy. It probably wasn't a feeling he was expecting, but it was one that seemed to send shock waves through his body. Mendel then leaned over and did the same to Nala's belly, gently pushing his claw into it and stroking up and down for just a brief second, long enough to give her the same realisation of what Mendel was up to. After that, both of them seemed a lot more subdued, still struggling and growling but much less frantically than before.
“Adorable! I knew you two were super ticklish!” Mendel smiled as he went over to his tool collection and picked out something he knew would work wonders on their tummies – a small but fairly rough and bristly hairbrush. “Don't worry, that growling will turn to giggles in aboooouuuttt...now...”
With his trademark smirk on his face once again he pushed the bristles against Nala's underbelly and allowed her to feel the brush poke into her, which already made her emit a slight muffled yelp. Slowly but surely, he starts to gently move the brush around her soft, sensitive belly, scraping the bristles of it all around her underside until she quickly began letting out giggles. It has been a while since Mendel had heard the sound of gagged laughter, and as always, it was music to his ears. He took great pleasure in brushing the lion cub's stomach until her giggles became consistently loud and tortured, and her body began to squirm from side to side in a vain attempt to get away from the brush that was forcing her to feel sensations she had never felt before in her life. Mendel only had the brush on her for a few minutes but even just that made her pretty tired, however as she panted and caught her breath she was forced to hear the sounds of Simba's soft young belly being given the same treatment.
Simba's laughter was equally adorable and high pitched, and his tummy seemed to almost be even softer and more tender than Nala's. His fur scritched and stretched as the bristles roughly tickled all over his belly, and his struggling returned to being pretty frantic, pulling hard on his ropes as much as a soft cub could, to no avail.
“Tickle tickle tickle kitty!” Mendel taunted, happily reducing the cub Simba to the helpless, ticklish kitty that he now was. Some muffled groaning came out of the cub's muzzle, as if he was trying to respond threateningly, but his gag was far too tight for any recognisable speech to be heard. A few minutes later, when Mendel stopped, both of the lions were now embarrassed and blushing, now introduced to their tickle torture, which was only about to get worse...
Mendel kept hold of the brush, but also picked up another identical one. “One at a time is fun, but the fun can be doubled with two brushes!” He taunts, as he rests the bristly brushes on each of the lion's tummies. “Laugh for me nice and loud now! Make up for the lack of volume the gag causes!”
Slowly and tauntingly, he begins to scrape the harsh tickly brushes on both of the lion's tummies at once, listening closely to the sound of their desperate laughter and moans as their bellies are helplessly stimulated. They squirmed around very cutely, paddling their legs as much as they could in the ropes to try and shake off the feeling that the brushes were causing to their bodies, but there was no way they were going to manage to get out. Mendel spent a long time just gradually speeding up with the tickly brushing, until he was scraping the bristles against them with all his energy and making them frantically giggly, the sound of gagged laughter echoing around the dungeon and overpowering the sound of the brush against fur.
By the time Mendel dropped the brushes, tears were dripping from the lions' eyes and they were panting heavily, a little bit of drool coming from the sides of their ball gags too. They might have thought it was finally over – but Mendel hadn't even touched their hind paws yet.
“Cubs with ticklish tummies are always delightful. But what I really want from this session, is a go on those lovely majestic paws of yours~” The dragon teased as he moved down to Simba and Nala's restrained paws and admired them, gently stroking the palm of his hand across all four of the very young paw soles. Both of the lion's feet were firm and strong, but also fairly soft and smooth, and tender to the touch. Being cubs, their sheltered soles had not experienced anything that could prepare them for this moment, and their toes curled even at just the gentle stroke of Mendel's scaly hand across their soft soles. The dragon smirked, very much looking forward to what he was about to do. “Such soft furry feet...makes me just want to dig my claws into them and stroke...”
His threat was definitely not empty, as he curled his hand up and drove his claws into Simba's foot a few seconds later, caressing the soft paw with the sharp claws. The lion immediately growled and giggled, a little higher in pitch than before, as his toes curled quickly and tightly at the sensation of the claws. They stroked slowly up and down the foot, and then up and down the other foot, giving both of Simba's helpless feet the sensation of the tickle torture. He then lifted his other hand up to Nala's feet and began to do the same. With both of the lions having their footpaws stimulated, the giggling once again filled the room and the squirming of their pudgy toes became a delightful sight for Mendel to look at. He kept it up for a while. Moving his claws over every inch of their trapped furry feet, forcing their toes to uncurl and going between them, and paying particular attention to working his claws deeply right into the middle of their soles, resulting in almost agonised laughter from the two kitties.
It was clear that their paws were a very, very soft spot indeed. So Mendel needed to return to the rough stuff. Without the slightest hesitation he picked the rough brushes back up.
“Those feet don't stand a chance...” He taunted as he began to swat at the bare cub paws with the hard plastic side of the brush, making the gagged lion kids groan as their soles were lightly but firmly smacked and hit with the plastic, tenderising those little feet just a little bit more. After a minute or so, since he didn’t want to hurt them too much, he flipped the brushes around and let those tender paws feel the power of the bristles. Hundreds of rough little bristles poking and stroking the nerve endings of their feet – the laughter came thick and fast through their gags, and the brushing quickly escalated to quick, constant movement on their paws, causing them to literally scream with laughter. It was wonderful – but it wasn't Mendel's most devious plan by any stretch of the imagination.
The dragon dropped the larger brushes and picked up two electric toothbrushes – offering the same roughness and intensity as a normal brush, but with much more precision available. Flicking them on and filling the room with the sound of mechanical whirring, he took one last look at the exhausted lions and taunted them before the big finale. “I hope you two are enjoying the rest now, because once these brushes make contact with your feet, they aren't getting turned off until the end of the day~”
He took sadistic glee in very slowly lowering the whirring brushes down towards the furry paws, and making contact ever so gently right on the centre of their soles. The slightest touch made the lions' bodies jolt in surprise and their gagged giggles completely fill the room, even overpowering the sound of the brushes. This was exactly what Mendel wanted whenever he obtained some tough victims – to humiliate them and exploit their sensitivity and weakness. And there is no finer way of doing that than by kidnapping a king and his partner and subjecting them to ticklish stimulation on their soft, helpless soles until their will is broken. Mendel loved the feeling of running the electric toothbrushes on their feet, and he even occasionally put his tongue out and gave a few teasing licks to their wiggling toes and the area just beneath them, whenever he wasn't forcing the brushes between them. Licking a cub's tortured feet made him feel wonderfully evil.
The lions went insane with laughter,, blushing heavily underneath their fur and with tears and drool emerging from their faces. Their feet simply couldn't stand the sensations, and they got worse and more ticklish by the second. Mendel showed no mercy, getting even rougher, making the bristles grind against their overstimulated footpaws, and soon their laughter turned silent as their ticklish suffering became truly too much for them to handle. After a good long session of endurance, they finally gave up and passed out, unconscious, their paws twitching even for a few minutes after they did so due to how ticklish and stimulated they were from the brushes.
Mendel snickered and smirked at the sight of the unconscious cubs. They were a lot of fun indeed.
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6th June: 21:30:
Just as I expected, a very devious day of tickle torture for these two felines! I imagine they will both be pretty damn angry when they wake up, even for a pair of cubs, so I shall let my henchmen risk the mauling upon release, but I consider it very much worth it.
-Mendel
P.S. I think the henchmen have decided to use the lawyers as living shields when releasing the two lions – a hugely successful day all round then!
