Part 1



“Mmmhhhhgggg!”

Finally having someone enter his cell, Zira tried to communicate. But the tight metal around his muzzle was making it impossible to form any words at all.
Awkwardly shifting his head, he saw multiple guards standing around him. But one person stood out of the group. A blue fox, dressed in colorful robes and with a judging expression on his face was slowly walking around the dragon, carefully studying his body.
If the crown on his head wouldn't be enough of a sign, one guard confirmed his suspicion.

“We captured him a few days ago, your majesty.” he said while bowing down a bit.

“A very fine specimen.” The king said while brushing over Zira’s scales with one finger.

He couldn't help himself but to twitch slightly under the sudden touch.

“And apparently more sensitive than the others.”
The royal fox finished his inspection by grabbing Zira's muzzled snout and looked directly into his eyes.
After staring at him for a few seconds, he let go and left the cell.
“Do the usual procedure.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

The guards bowed down, and the metal door closed behind the king.

Zira looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. But seeing the grins on the guards face's, a shiver ran down his back.
While the guards moved behind him, he tried once again to communicate, but his “Mmmhhhggggg?” was only answered with an evil giggle.

Before he could do anything else, he suddenly felt a jolt shooting through his body as a claw touched one of his paws.

“Mmmmhhh!”

His reaction only caused more giggles from the guards.
Grabbing his paws, they ran their fingers and claws over them and threw Zira in a state of panic, muffled laughter.

“MMHHMMHMHMHHHMMHHMMHHH!!!”


Day 42

Zira's breath was short and fast.
The guards had taken turns and not stopped their assault on his paws even once until now.
Finally having a break, he tried to calm himself down, but his paws were still twitching.

He still had no idea why this is happening to him. No one has said a single word to him during that entire time.
Incredibly frustrated with his situation, he wanted to scream and yell out, but that stupid muzzle kept his teeth strongly pressed against each other.

It took only a few minutes until he heard the footsteps of the approaching guards who continued his torture and stepping it up a level by attacking his belly.
Squirming around as much as he could, Zira desperately tried to escape his fate, but quickly lost focus under the relentless tickling.


Day 81

It stopped again.
The dragon breathed heavily, trying to use the small opportunity of rest as best as he could.
He knew this pause wouldn't last long, they never do.
Over time, the guards had become more creative in their attempts to constantly increase the intensity of the tickling. Now using brushes and metal claws to dig into his soft paw pads.

The first time they pulled those out, Zira screamed so much into his muzzle that even his torturous were a bit concerned he would break it open.
But these worries were uncalled-for as the strong steel still proved too sturdy to bend under the helpless struggles of the once prideful dragon.

The sound of his deep breathing got pierced by the sharp clicking of the metal door.
Zira froze in place, his heart started to beat way faster and cold sweat dripped from his face.
He begged that they would just leave him alone, but as he felt some oil being rubbed on his abused paws, he knew it would only get worse from here.


Day 147

He was granted another break.
It felt like the room was spinning, and only after a few deep breaths, the stars he was seeing started to vanish again. His body was shaking, and he had to let out a few muffled giggles from time to time. Though the tickling had stopped, it still felt like dozens of tiny ants were crawling over his belly and paws.

He took some time to rest a bit, to gather his strength, before he pushed with all of his might against the thick metal.
He struggled for multiple minutes, trying to kick, trying to bite. Trying to do anything at all.
But it was no use.
He knew it, and the guards who had already come back, and amused themselves at the look of their helpless prisoner, knew it as well.

Being distracted by his own useless struggles, Zira didn't even notice how they approached him, and as they mercilessly attacked his body again, he screamed into his muzzle in shock, and his now already tired body barely had enough strength for its pitiful attempts to escape the tickling.


Day 231

Zira was staring at the ground.
His vision was blurry from tears, and his lungs burned from his uncontrollable breathing.
It took multiple minutes before his mind even realized that his torment had stopped again. He could still feel the spiked wheel being rolled over his paws and belly, the claws and brushes being pushed way too hard against his sensitive spots.

How long has he been here?
Weeks? Months? Years?
Without sleep and without changes in light, the days started to melt together.
He curled his fingers and shifted his head slightly. Thought small, this was the only movement he was able to do in his position. The rest of his muscles only instinctively flexed during his torture, but even that has slowed down over time.
It's almost as if his body is realizing that it can't escape and has already given up.

His hazy mind nearly missed the approaching footsteps. Accepting that his suffering will continue, the dragon simply closed his eyes before he fell back into his trance-like state of laughing and crying.


Day ???

It was quiet.
The only sound being a shallow breathing.
Zira hung in his usual place, as he has been for who knows how long.
Was that even his name? So much time has passed since he heard it, since he said it.
Even his mind was so broken that he doesn't really think anymore.

There was no fighting, no struggling.
He just stared at the ground with expressionless, empty eyes.
Not caring about his aching muscles. Not caring about the still intense tickling, not caring about his breaks.
Nothing matters anymore.
The guards had changed so much, new generations coming, growing old, and being replaced.
Some new ones ask questions on why he's here, and why they do this to him, but there isn't anyone alive who knows.
He is just the helpless dragon who gets tickled day in and day out.

And it was time to continue the never ending torture.
Some guards approached him, grabbed his paws and brushed over his belly. Even after all this time, it still tickled as much as on the first day.
Not that he can remember.
He remembers nothing from the time before this… was there even a time before this?
Was he ever free?
Was he ever able to move?
…
Will he ever be able to move?

Feeling the mind destroying bolts of intense stimulation shooting through his body, he was sure to know the answer to at least one of these questions.




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