A loving tribute to the foot immobilization and "Torment" pictures that the lovely artist  FarFat creates.

This particular piece is inspired from this: http://fav.me/dr10vv

Poor Caroo here has found his large, soft soles at the preparation end of what may be one of the longest foot teasing captivities he's ever been placed into. >:3

I'd adore a short story for this scene. If anyone has an idea and writes one up feel free to let me know. it'll be added to the description. <3

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Story By  Laserdanb

He was trying so hard to move, desperately squirming and struggling, but the poor captive roo found himself completely unable to, with his body helplessly placed into the mercy of his captor's restraint device. He had no idea how he had got himself into this situation, but his mind was sure of one thing – what his captor wanted to do to him.

The thing that struck the roo the most was the exposure and restraint that his feet had been put in. Much more used to the standard 'barefoot in stocks' routine, it was a strain for his feet to squirm in this inventive device. He could feel both metal and rubber encasing his ankles, offering him a pad for his heels to be pushed tightly against, whilst the metal restraints carried on all the way up to his toes. Firm rubbery claws kept tight grip of the sides near his arches, and worst of all, it was pushing up against his bare toes, meaning that as much as he tried to curl and clench them, they could not move far before they were made umcomfortable by the restraint. This meant that the comfiest position was the worst one for him to be in – with his toes spread out and vulnerable. He felt a cool breeze on his bare soles as he waited in anticipation, certain that he was about to be tickle tortured, but he was not yet fully aware of the lengths his captor had gone to ensure the most intense session possible. Every tickle tool imaginable plus a timer to record the length of the session were waiting to be used to ensure a fun and giggle-filled time was had by all.

It wasn't too long before the roo felt sensitising oil being squirted onto his feet, and the pleasant sensations of his captor rubbing it in to his soles and toes, however his mind was more focused on how much more sensitive they were becoming with every second of the oil being massaged in. Just a matter of seconds later, the first sensation arrived, as the captor used a firm blue feather to stroke along the soft captive soles. Gentle giggling immediately filled the room and the sight of the roo's toes squirming above their restraints amused the tickler, but those ticklish soles were forced to stay stretched and ultra-sensitive. He teased with very, very light strokes as the feather slid against the feet, in order to give very soft, gentle tickles and tease the roo. Besides, he was going to be there for a very long time, why should he start rough?

Hours passed, and each of the tools were used for about thirty minutes each, the reactions becoming more intense and delicious as the time went on. Electric brushes whirred against his feet, making his toes continuously make an attempt to curl, and when the bristles reached up to his toes his laughter really filled the room. The sharp, pointy prongs of a metal fork delivered intense tingling and made the roo yelp out loud whenever they made contact with his poor feet. A vibrator device made his moaning and giggling continue without the captor even having to do any work, and his desperate squirming was particularly noticeable throughout that treatment. But the metal pinwheel delivered the most torturous sensations, as the roo moaned loudly as he laughed and begged for the pins to cease their unbelievably intense rolling across his tender, soft soles, which were no match for the evil tool. Aswell as the tools, his trapped feet were subject to pinching, licking and massaging, including a top-up of oil and other sensitising liquids, to ensure his feet were being put through sensitive hell.

As he began to lose track of time, the roo's mind was overtaken with the torture. He was unable to put his mind onto anything else, the only thing he could even focus on were the sensations being forced upon his helpless bare feet. His begging began to cease after almost a full day of the torture, and as he felt the feathers torture the nerves in his soft exposed, helpless soles once more, he knew that there was no end in sight for the suffering of his ticklish feet...

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