21st Dec: 08:01AM
After the rough fighting from my previous victim I have asked my henchmen to get me someone a little calmer and more sensitive for my next session, someone I can have some lighter teasing fun with. The victim they found is a small female mouse, although they will increase her size for me before delivering her. I'm not tickling someone that I could easily step on.
CAPTIVE PROFILE:
Name: Mrs. Brisby
Species: Mouse
Restraints required: Regular chair, extra arm restraints
Suspected soft spots: All-round
I suspect this mouse will be sensitive on her whole body, not just on one spot. As such, I've put her in a usual chair where I can easily tie her feet straight out, but also added some rope restraints to the ceiling to attach her arms to. That means all the spots will be exposed and she will be very helpless. She looks very cute, so hopefully she will live up to my expectations~
-Mendel
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Mrs. Brisby took a lot longer than Mendel expected to awaken from her slumber. At one point he got so impatient that he thought she might never wake up, but eventually she showed some signs of life. Her response to awakening in ropes was very graceful and she remained soft-spoken throughout, even as she spotted the imposing figure of the dragon standing beside her,
“What is this place? Why can't I move?” She says, calmly but clearly visibly anxious. She mildly squirmed her arms and legs within the restraints as she spoke.
“That's not important right now. All you need to know is that we are going to have a lot of fun together~” Mendel gave his usual introductory spiel with his usual introductory smirk.
“Oh, I'm sure you mean well sir, but I have children to look after and I don't really have the time to-”
“Don't worry, your children are safe. I will not be keeping you here for too long. Just long enough to tire you out...”
“Tire me out? But I'm stuck here, I can't move...” The confused mouse spoke as she tugged on her ropes once more for emphasis.
“Oh, you'll see...” Mendel moves closer to her. He had decided to forgo a tool for the beginning of Mrs Brisby's session, preferring to get a little more hands-on. He places his hands firmly onto her sides. “I can easily tire you out without any effort on your part...”
“Um..can you please get your hands off me? I don'thahahahaha-hehehehe!!!!” Brisby's polite request was of course ignored, and the dragon began to skitter his clawed fingers all over the mouse's sides. Her upper body was nicely taut and stretched by her vertical arm restraints, so it was very easy indeed for Mendel to tease and tickle her sides.
“Tickle tickle!” The dragon teased as he took pride in wiggling his claws all over the poor mouse's sides. She was completely at his mercy and was already laughing her head off after just a few seconds of finger tickling. She was clearly going to be a very fun victim for Mendel, who soon turned his attention over to her stomach and began tickling and teasing her there. Her laughter and wiggling from side to side continued to an even stronger extent. Her belly was clearly a weak point, although the same could probably be said for any area that the dragon's claws scritched across. The mouse tried curling up to no avail, so she could only sit there and take the ticklish torture being administered to her soft belly.
“Oh my, you are very ticklish aren’t you?” Mendel teased.
“Hahahha-yehehesss-iii-ahahahahaham!!!” Brisby confirmed the taunts, possibly believing that it may stop the tickling, although of course that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
“Hmm, how about these big feet, hmm?” The dragon moved down to the mouse's long slender feet, tied helplessly with rope at the end of the chair.
“No, please not my feet! They are very sensitive...” She pleaded some more, albeit knowing deep down it wasn't going to do anything.
“Exactly!” Mendel responded, before placing his claws on the soles of her soft feet and starting to scribble all over her. The volume of her laughter increased drastically and her toes became very vibrant indeed, wiggling all over as her soles felt the ticklish power of her captor’s claws.
“Pleahahahahahahase stahahahahahahappp!!!” She pleaded further. The dragon gave no response, actually increasing the speed of his claws a little bit. After a few minutes, he stopped and gave her a rest, as he decided to choose a feather to give her body a good ticklish teasing.
“Ready for some nice feather tickles?”
“Please, im begging you, I nee-hehehe-d to get bahahack to my childrenahahaha!!”
Before even giving her a chance to respond properly he had begun to stroke the feather up her side and up to her armpit, up and down in a consistent ticklish swishing. Although more gentle and teasing than the claws, it actually felt worse for the poor mouse. The feather was much more humiliating for a start, but the gentle teasing tickles were driving her a lot crazier than the full-on tickles were.
The feather began to switch between her sides, underarms and her tummy at regular intervals, giving her a thorough teasing with the light fibres all over her upper body. The poor mouse was becoming tired both physically and mentally, but she still hadn't yet felt the feather stroke her bare feet...
As usual, Mendel took sadistic pleasure in extending her anticipation before she felt the foot tickles, slowly lowering the feather to her toes. When the first stroke finally did happen though, it was clear her furry feet were very feather ticklish indeed. Her little toes wiggled consistently and adorably and splayed out wide whenever the feather was slid cruelly between them.
She was blushing and giggling like never before by the time Mendel actually ceased with the foot feathering. Her toes wiggled even long after the tickling had stopped purely due to how much they were tingling.
Her hopes of an ending to the tickle torture were dashed very quickly, when she spotted her tormentor picking up an even more ruthless tool to use on her. She suffered enough at the sensation of one feather – she certainly didn't need to see a large pink feather duster being held up to her. Giving her another devious smirk, the dragon slowly walked over and began caressing her helplessly exposed and taut body with the new multi-feathered tool.
The duster tickled her poor helpless body intensely, more than anything she had felt before. The hundreds of feather fibres running all across her upper body made her go into hysterics almost immediately, and she squirmed as much as she physically could. Her laughs echoed around the dungeon.
“Tickle tickle tickle, mousie~ you'd better enjoy these tickles because they aren't going to stop...”
Her face reddened and she became exhausted within minutes of receiving the tickle treatment with the duster. But that wasn't the worst part – the worst part was when the duster moved to her vulnerable, ticklish feet. The feathers felt much worse and more ruthlessly teasing on her feet, and her toes became tired of wiggling after barely two minutes. Her soles twitched and tingled as they felt the feathers' assault and her cute feet wiggled from side to side in a vain attempt to avoid the duster. Mendel was definitely not going to stop this section of her tickle torture – he was planning on feathering her until she passed out.
She did seem to put up a bit of a fight, but her endurance was certainly lacking. She seemed to submit to the duster very quickly and give up on resisting or squirming. She had seemingly accepted that she was being helplessly tickle tortured and that there was no way out for her, until she had tired herself out too much.
After a fairly short round with the duster tickles, she finally stopped laughing and slumped over, peacefully passing out from exhaustion, as Mendel smirked and admired how adorable she looked.
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21st Dec – 03:42PM
Well, she may not have lasted too long before passing out, but she certainly put on a very adorable show for me! Unsurprising since she turned out to be so soft and sensitive to the touch.
I'm going to let her go as soon as she wakes up. It wouldn’t be fair on her children to keep her overnight, and it wouldn’t be worth keeping her for the whole evening after her session has ended. As much as I'd like to work her over one more time, I must have some Christmas spirit after all.
-Mendel
P.S. I'll have to look in the fridge, I might have some Dairylea Triangles to give her as a gift.
