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Soldier of Misfortune

Warning! This story contains scenes of foot paw tickling, foot sniffing, bondage, tickle torture and foot licking. It contains M/M tickling between a falcon and a wolf. Please do not distribute or post it up on any other site without my permission. (c) Copyright farcry692003

The bound wolf was dragged across the dark dingy hall. He tried his best to release himself from the grip of the guards who were taking him to the interrogation room. On their way, they passed several other interrogation rooms. Screams of the prisoners could be heard through the solid metal doors of each of the rooms. Once they had arrived at their destination, the guards pounded their fists against the large steel door.

Moments later, the door was opened by one of the military interrogators. To the guard's surprise, a large falcon stood before them. He was much taller and greater in build when compared to them. He wore a military uniform which complemented his large muscular build. He was well groomed and his appearance was nothing less than flawless, right from the velvety black feathers on his head, to the large shiny leather boots on his feet. He had a huge beak which looked daunting to his prey. The razor-sharp tip was strong and sharp enough to split his prey open with no hassle at all. He raised his arm and pointed to a large chair in the middle of the room. The guards knew their duties well, and dragged the rebellious wolf onto it. The chair seemed very rigid. It had wide leather restraints on the arms and legs. It also has a band on its head-rest to keep the victims head from moving around. The guards began to restrain the wolf to it. He made it extremely difficult for the guards to restrain him. Although he knew this was a losing battle, he wanted to fight to the very end. With one swift move, the falcon grabbed him by the throat and pinned his body against the chair. The sudden shock caused him to stay completely motionless. Although he was blindfolded, he knew that the person holding him down was extremely tough. He could judge this from the size of the hands holding him down. Once his hands were restrained, the guards hastily began to restrain his feet.

After the straps were in place, the falcon motioned for the guards to leave. They quickly made their way out to continue their duties. The wolf began to panic when he heard the large door being shut. He heard the loud footsteps as his captor walked around the silent room.

The falcon looked at the time and realised that it was later than usual. Most of the other interrogators would have instructed the guards to place their victims back in their cells by now and retire for the day. But he, along with a few of them looked forward to staying a bit late. This was normally a time where he wouldn't be summoned by anyone, and therefore indulged in unusual torture tactics with their prisoners. The interrogators who stayed over, either spent individual time with their victims, or on rare occasions, paired up with their colleagues to continue with this forbidden practise.

The falcon had worked a lengthy shift. There was much physical work involved when interrogating prisoners. This not only exhausted the prisoners after the session, but the interrogators as well. His shift usually lasted about 12 to 15 hours. After one victim was completed, another one was immediately brought in. Being in the interrogation room all day was tedious. Even the prisoners got more rest than him. Once their daily interrogation session was complete, they were taken back to their cells where they dozed off. He needed to relax, or else he would go insane from the stress of the day.

The falcon began to undo his collar. He did not actually need to be proper at such a late hour. He stretched his tense body and breathed out a sigh of relief. The wolf listened nervously since it was all he could to. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. The interrogation room was warm and humid and being in his military uniform, made it much worse. He was strapped tightly to the chair and could hardly move. He wished he could change into something comfortable, and stretch his aching muscles. He wished he could kick off his boots, and dip his feet in water to cool down. His thoughts were broken when he heard the loud footsteps of the falcon approaching him. With one hard kick, he kicked the chair over. The wolf yelped in surprise. He was fortunate enough that the chair fell on its back and not the other way round, since he could have had a broken nose if it did. At this point he really felt helpless. He did not know where he was and he had no idea what his captor even looked like. Being blind folded and bound to a chair left him helpless. He had even lost track of the day. All he knew was the present situation he was in. He was bound to a chair on the floor facing the ceiling. He heard the sound of another chair being dragged closer to him. At the sound of it, the chair was placed directly in front of his head. He heard the falcon walk back, and drag something else closer to him. He was not sure what it was, but tried his best figure out by the sound it made as it was being dragged closer. Although his hearing failed him, his other senses kicked in. He began to feel intense heat at the base of his chair. He began to panic and tried to break free from his binds. He thought that they were hot coals, and the falcon would burn him with them. He eventually pleaded with the falcon.

"Please let me go! I don't know anything, I can't die like this. Please."

The falcon ignored the wolf's cries for mercy and sat on the chair right by his head. The chair made a loud creaking sound when he leaned back onto it. The falcon was amused at the situation. He had simply placed a heater at the base of his victim's chair. It was a good tactic to use when interrogating prisoners. Each victim thought that they would be scalded, and resorted to begging for mercy, which made the interrogation much simpler. They would usually spill everything they knew within an instant. The heat caused the wolf to sweat. His uniform clung to his body making the experience more dreadful. This was another tactic which loosened up the victims, and made the interrogation a bit easier. The falcon also began to feel warm since the temperature in the room increased quite drastically. He loosened his collar a bit more to cope with the heat. He looked down at the squirming wolf and decided that it was time to start with the interrogation. At this time, he was too tired to resort to any drastic measures, so he thought he would go lightly on this victim. He really wanted to play with the wolf's mind so he decided to try a new tactic which he heard would drive his victim to the brink of insanity. It was the perfect night to test this theory.

The falcon began unlacing his boots. His hands tugged at the knots and attempted to undo them. It would have been much easier if he removed the leather gloves, which he wore as part of his uniform. The wolf heard the sound of the laces being undone since his head was at the foot of the falcon's chair. Once the laces of the falcon's boots were undone, he lifted each foot and used both his hands to tug off the boots. Once he was done with the right leg, he tugged off the other boot from his left leg. As simple as this task was, it was a liberating experience for the falcon. His feet had been cramped in his military boots for most of the day, and this was the first time his feet had a chance to be free of them. He neatly placed his boots beside his chair. The falcon had large feet. They were about a size 12 to be precise. His large boots were a perfect match for the size of his feet. They were quite heavy, so it was a significant weight off his feet. The falcon had placed both his feet on the floor just above the wolf's head. They were close enough for him to hear the patting sound they made as they landed on the floor. The falcon's feet were covered with thick black socks. The heat of the day had caused them to be wet and moist with sweat. They had a musky smell which the wolf could immediately recognise since he had a sensitive nose. They left slight damp spots on the floor around his toes. The falcon stretched the long sweaty digits within the thick black socks. The silence in the room was broken by the crackling of his toes as they were splayed apart. The wolf heard this in great detail as this was done right against each of his ears.

The falcon looked down at the wolf, and noticed how he took short breaths. He knew that the reason was because of the musky smell his feet released. Without a warning, he lowered his feet to the wolf's snout. The wolf flinched as he felt something warm rub against his snout. The thick fabric from the falcons socks were now being pressed against it. The smell of the falcon's foot was extremely strong. Every breath he took was torment to his lungs. The warm, stale musky smell entered his nasal passages and filled his lungs with the pungent odour. His eyes were tearing up and left his blind fold wet with tears. He couldn't hold his breath forever so he eventually had to breathe out and take in the musky smell once again. He wriggled in his binds and tried to release his snout from the grip of the falcon's feet, but each attempt was a failure. The falcon laughed at the squirming wolf below him. The wolf was already exhausted when he hadn't even begun the interrogation. The falcon re-positioned his foot and pressed the damp sweaty patches against the wolf's nose. His toes gripped his nose firmly, so that he couldn't release his snout easily. The warm, damp patches of sweat on his sock rubbed against the fur on the wolf's face. His nose was now wet with the ripe smell of sweat. To make matters worse, when he tried breathing through his mouth, the damp fabric would brush against his tongue. The taste was too much for him to handle. His mouth was filled with a pungent salty taste. It was torture enough for him to smell the falcon's foot, but tasting the strong salty liquid was indeed worse.

He tried begging, but each time the falcon moved his foot, he was gagged by them. Only a loud muffling sound was heard. The falcon loved the warm feel of the captive's breath against his foot. It felt good as the warm air rushed between his toes. This felt as good as a foot massage. He leaned back against the chair, and stretched his arms behind his head. He couldn't wait to pull off his sweaty socks.

All the struggling made the wolf extremely exhausted. It reached a point where he lay still with the falcon's feet kept over his snout. The heat caused him to perspire and feel entirely drained. The falcon knew that it was time to make his next move. There would be less struggling since he was already exhausted. He removed his feet from the wolf's snout and placed them back on the floor. The wolf began to cough, and take in deep breaths of fresh air. While he did this, he was totally oblivious to the fact that the falcon began to remove his socks. The falcon gently began to remove the sock from his right foot. The clammy object clung tightly to his foot. As he pulled it off, he felt the air rush against his exposed, sensitive soles. With one last tug he removed the sock and threw it onto the wolf's chest. The falcon stretched his foot forward and wiggled his toes. He had surprisingly large feet. His soles were broad, but soft to the touch. His toes were thick and chunky with razor sharp claws on the ends. His feet were moist and sweaty since they had been in military boots most of the day. He rubbed the sole of his foot with the palm of his hands. The cool leather from his gloves felt really good on the sole of his foot. He splayed his toes and ran each of his fingers through them. The sweat allowed his fingers to easily slip through. He then removed his left sock and gave his foot the same treatment. The room smelled of its strong scent. Once he was done, he placed both his bare feet back on the wolf's chest. "Time to lick them wolf!!"

The wolf couldn't believe the order the falcon had given him. He just had a vacant look on his face. The falcon moved his bare feet towards the wolf's face. He clenched his eyes shut within the blindfold, thinking that it would make things easier. He soon realised that it had made no difference whatsoever. He could feel the warmth of the falcon's bare soles against his face. The soft fleshy soles pressed against his face and lips demanding attention. The warm musky smell of his feet constantly reminded him of the job that needed to be done. The falcon pressed his feet harder to remind him what needed to be done. The wolf then took a deep breath, opened his mouth slightly and extended his tongue. With his eyes still closed, he placed his tongue against the sole of the falcon's right foot. The falcon shuddered as the wolf's slick, wet tongue made contact with his sole. The wolf dragged his tongue up the soft, sensitive sole, all the way to the base of his toes. It didn't take long for the strong, salty taste of sweat to cover the surface of his tongue. The saliva began to build in his mouth, filling it with the pungent taste of his captors sole. He swirled his tongue around, and with one gulp, swallowed slowly. His eyes were tearing up as he performed this dreadful task. With that just being the first lick, he knew it was far from over. The wolf extended his tongue once again, licking at the heel and arch of his captor's foot. Being in military boots almost the entire day, kept them moist and sensitive. The falcon occasionally let out a giggle when the wolf's tongue licked at the instep. The smell of the feet before him filled his nostrils with a stronger scent now that they were bare. Even after each lick, the smell remained. This made each breath more difficult for him. The soles of the falcon's foot were coated with the wolf's saliva. They were soft and slid gracefully against his tongue, making each lick slicker then the previous. Now that his right sole was licked clean, he placed his left foot over the wolf's mouth. The wolf didn't know how much more his senses could take. The strong smell and taste were too much for him. His mouth had absorbed so much of it, and his nasal passage was tortured with each breath.

He continued licking the falcon's soles, trying not to gag. As he licked them, the falcon ran his toes against his face. They brushed against his fur, lightly teasing him over and over again. The wolf at some level actually began to enjoy the soft touch he was receiving as the falcon's foot stroked his face. He shuddered as they stroked him gently. When he thought that things were getting somewhat better, the falcon unexpectedly repositioned his foot. With one swift movement, he began to push his big toe into the wolf's mouth. This was something that completely caught him off guard. He tried his best to thrash his head about and get it out of his mouth. The falcon loved doing this because he knew that all his victims were never prepared for this move. The wolf tried to push out the digit using his tongue, but he had to be careful of the sharp claws at the end of each toe. All efforts were worthless. Although he tried his best to push the digit out, he ended up licking his toe instead. The falcon wiggled his toe against the wolf's slick tongue. He moved it rapidly, exploring the insides of his victim's mouth being careful not to hurt him.

The wolf eventually gave up and went with the flow. The falcon then forced the wolf to suck on the other smaller toes. His tongue licked each of the three digits on his foot. The falcon splayed his toes allowing the wolf to lick between them. The taste was much stronger between them. He soon found his tongue exploring all the cracks and crevices of his foot. It was an hour later and the falcon was nearly done with the first phase. The wolf had licked the entire surface of both his feet. They not only glistened with saliva, but were relaxed and sensitive. Before he removed his feet, he pinched the wolf's nose using his toes and removed them from his face. Good Wolf. Now for something a bit more fun. Don't worry you just need to lay back and relax.

The wolf was truly exhausted now. He lay back with his eyes clenched shut. His blindfold was wet with tears. The falcon knelt down and removed it from his head. This was the first time he had seen his captor. He was a bit more intimidated now that he had seen his surroundings and the person interrogating him. He took deep breaths trying to clear his lungs of the musky smell he was forced to endure. The heat of the room left him feeling lethargic as well. The heater in front of him had his clothes clinging to him. He lay down hoping that this terrible ordeal was over. In his recovering state, he didn't notice that the falcon had gotten up from his chair. He walked over to the nearby table and picked up a small bag. He walked over to the wolf and dropped it at the foot of his chair. The thud of the bag got the wolf's attention. He began to observe his captors actions silently from the chair he was bound to. Being tied to a chair on the floor didn't allow him to see much. Lying on his back only allowed him to face the old dirty ceiling. With his arms bound to the chair and legs bound to the chair legs, he couldn't move around much. He tried stretching his arms and feet to try and loosen his joints. They were stiff and uncomfortable since being bound for a few hours. He stretched his arms a bit and splayed his fingers, but it was difficult to relax his feet. His feet were tightly bound to the chair legs and his thick military boots covered them. He tried wiggling his toes but they were uncomfortably hot. They were sweaty since they were a bit warm from the heater nearby. His socks tightly clung around his toes making him feel irritable. The falcon walked over and dragged the heater away from the front of his chair. He was relieved since this would allow him to cool off. His captor was still barefoot. He walked around and placed a small footstool in front of his chair. Although he couldn't see much, it was enough for him to realise that he was seated directly at the foot of his chair. He opened the bag besides him and fiddled around a bit. The falcon looked in and nodded his head as if he was confirming something to himself. This made him really nervous. The falcon caught the wolf glancing at him, but smiled and nodded his head in return.

Relax my dear friend, just sit back and relax.

The wolf continued to look up at the ceiling. The falcon placed his hands on one of the wolf's feet. He began to fold the cuffs of his army pants upwards just below his knees. He first folded up the left leg and continued with the right. The wolf had a confused look on his face but kept his silence. He began unlacing his thick army boots. He struggled with the knots since they were tight. Once he undid them, he loosened the boot of his right foot and yanked it right off his foot. The wolf felt immediate relief once his boot was off. He flexed his foot around to try and crack the joint. The falcon then yanked off his left boot releasing his other foot from its confinement. This simple deed was now seen as a luxury to the wolf. But he was too caught in the moment to stop and think about what was going to happen. The falcon began to get a whiff of the wolf's feet. Being in boots and sitting in front of a heater had made them incredibly sweaty. He looked at the thick black socks that his victim wore. They had absorbed a lot of the sweat from his feet. The dark spots around his toes and heels had damp spots on them. The wolf's socked feet let out a stronger smell than his captors. The falcon gazed at his victim's feet for a while. They were big for a wolf his size. He licked his lips in anticipation. He then leaned forward and placed his nose closer to the wolf's socked feet. He then buried his nose into the thick sweaty socks and inhaled deeply at them. The wolf was totally surprise. He didn't know what to think of the situation. He was glad though, that he wasn't being tortured like the other victims. Their screams echoed through the halls. He could hear the pain in his voice. He was glad that he wasn't being tortured to that extent yet.

The falcon sniffed away at the wolf's socked feet. He was mesmerised by every detail of it. He seemed to enjoy the warm socks pressing against his nose. The smell was heavenly to him. He dug his nose between the damp spots of the wolf's toes. He even flicked his tongue over them to get the pungent taste. The wolf giggled as his feet were still sensitive from being in his boots all day. He wiggled his toes to stop the sensitive feeling. The falcon took one last sniff and sat back up. He glanced at the wolf with a smile on his face once again. I'm going to enjoy my session with you today. It's a rare occasion that someone like you comes along. I'd best enjoy my time with you.

With that being said, the wolf felt the cuffs of his socks being pulled by the falcons fingers. He began removing the sock from his right foot. He slowly watched as it peeled off his foot. The wolf's soles were moist and sweaty, so his sock clung tightly as it was being pulled off. As soon as the cuff ran close to his toes, they slid off easily. He removed the wolf's left sock after being done with the right. Now that both his socks were off, the falcon rolled them up into a ball and buried his nose once more before throwing them down onto the floor beside him. The falcon looked down at the nervous wolf before proceeding.

"Time for some fun"

The falcon stared at the bare feet before him. Many ideas went through his head at that instance. He began to remove the leather gloves from each hand. The reason being that needed to get his hands dirty for the next task. He removed them and threw them aside. He stretched his fingers and cracked his knuckles to prepare them for the task ahead. He began to look through his little bag. The wolf tried to see what was going on but couldn't get a good view. He saw the falcon pull out something from his bag. With a big smile on his face he revealed the item to the wolf by waving it threateningly in the air. It was a stiff white feather. The wolf had a worried look in his eyes. The falcon let out a chuckle as he saw the wolf panic.

What...what are you going to do with that? Asked the wolf in a worried tone.

The falcon remained silent but began to bring the feather close to the wolf's bare soles. The wolf began to wiggle his feet around trying to avoid any contact with it, but it was no use. The falcon began stroking his sole with the soft bristles of the feather. He started to tickle the arch of his foot by stroking it up and down the sole. The wolf let out a few light giggles as this was done. As the tip of the feather stroked his sole, the falcon watched the soft skin crease and crinkle as his foot reacted to the treatment. He then switched from the right foot and moved to his left foot. His giggles became more intense when this was done. He then began to stoke the feather more vigorously up and down his sole. The wolf was beginning to break. He changed from light giggles to bursts of laughter. "Hahaha please stop. Not my feet! Please anywhere but there."

The falcon continued to feather his defenceless soles. His laughter began to get more intense as the tickling continued. He wiggled and splayed his toes as the agonizing torture continued. The falcon saw this and moved the feather and began to tickle them. They were still soft and moist after being removed from his socks. The tip of the feather began to brush against them. The wolf's laughter became louder when he did this. The falcon realised that the wolf's major weakness was having his feet tickled. He loved to explore this trying every possible tactic to break him. The wolf began to thrash about in his binds. The chair made loud creaking noises as he struggled to free himself from this agony. The falcon decided to change his tactics once more. He began to tickle the balls of his feet. He used the feather and scribbled over the balls of his feet. He tickled the right foot for a few seconds and quickly alternated to the next foot. The falcon continued this vicious cycle for a few minutes. He did not give his victims soles any time to adjust to being tickled in the same spot over a long period. He knew that the wolf may adjust to the tickling if he was just tickled in one spot all the time. He tickled his arches, followed by his toes and then the balls of his feet. He alternated feet causing the wolf to lose his mind. "Hahahaha please staaaaahhhhp. I hahhahaha can't haha take this hahaha any more hahahhaaha!!!"

The falcon ignored the wolf's cries for mercy. He continued feathering his feet with. He began sawing the feather between the wolf's toes. This caused the wolf to squeal at a high pitch. The soft flesh between his toes was so sensitive, that they felt every bristle of the feather brush against them as it was being sawed between them. The wolf laughed so hard that he couldn't even complete a single sentence. Between the fits of agonizing laughter he mumbled words which the falcon didn't even understand. The wolf tried to pinch the feather with his toes, but he ended up tickling himself instead. The falcon just giggled at his poor attempts. He needed to teach the wolf a lesson for trying to catch the feather with his toes. He ceased the tickling for a moment.

The wolf immediately stopped his laughter. He began to cough hard and catch his breath. He began taking deep breaths since he was deprived for air moments ago. His chest ached from all the laughter. He could never imagine that having his feet tickled would reduce him to a pile of agonizing laughter. His training could never have prepared him for torture this intense. He lay still hoping that the worst was over, but the horrific situation he was in, was far from over. The falcon put down the feather and began to muffle through his bag once more. He searched quite intently as if he was trying to find something specific. This made the wolf much more nervous. What could be worse than the feather? In a few moments, the poor wolf was to find out. The falcon ceased his search. He had found the item he was looking for. He picked it up once more so that it was in the wolf's view.

"Oh god! No. Please no......Anything but that. I can't take this anymore. Please have mercy!"

The falcon had in his hands, an old toothbrush. This particular toothbrush was used to tickle many other victims before him. It, along with the feather has tickled the feet of many captured soldiers and their generals. It was guaranteed to bring the strongest soldiers to the point of hysterics with very little effort from the torturers part. The falcon held the toothbrush in his right hand. He then placed his left hand against the wolf's toes. They were warm and sweaty to the touch. The wolf now began to panic. At any moment he would feel the wrath of the stiff bristles against his foot. He took one big gulp as the smirking falcon began to lower the brush to his naked soles. He shut his eyes not wanting to watch the brush strike, but it was no use. The falcon had only stroked the ball of his foot once, and he burst into fits of laughter once more. "Hahahhahahahaha .... I can't take this. Oh god hahaahaha make it stop hahahhaaha make it sta hahahah"

The wolf brushed the balls of each foot in a circular motion. He skilfully manoeuvred the brush, ever so lightly when he tickled him. Once he was done brushing the balls of his foot, he began using the toothbrush to brush the arches and instep. The wolf laughed so much that he began coughing because of the lack of air. When the falcon saw this, he quickly stopped for a few seconds to allow him to catch his breath. While he tickled one foot with the toothbrush, he used his feathery fingers and scribbled across the sole of the other foot. The wolf couldn't manage having one foot tickled, but having both tickled at the same time drove him to a new level of agony. He began screaming so loud with laughter, that some of the night patrol heard the wolf's tormented screams in the hallway through the metal door. The wolf's eyes bulged because of the intense laughter. His mind lost all focus and train of thought. He couldn't even think of a single sentence in this state. The falcon stopped scribbling over the wolf's sole with his fingers and proceeded to holding his toes back again. This time, he slipped his fingers through the sweaty digits to splay them apart. He began sawing the bristles between his toes. The wolf didn't think that the tickling sensation could get any worse until the bristles tickled the sensitive flesh between his toes. His voice was hoarse at this point. His voice cracked between his screams of laughter. The wolf moved the brush to tickle between all his toes. The falcon loved the feeling of the wolf's wiggling toes between his stiff fingers. Once the falcon was done tickling between his toes, he brushed across the sensitive flesh beneath all his toes. The wolf was numb with agony by this stage. As he laughed, he began drooling from the side of his mouth. It had been just over an hour and the tickling still continued. No one else had ever lasted this long under tickle torture. The falcon heard the metal door open. He looked to see one of the other interrogators peek at his progress. He shuddered at the sight of the poor wolf. He couldn't imagine having his feet tickled, and staying normal for that long. He felt sympathetic to the tormented wolf deep down inside. He closed the door and let the falcon continue his interrogation. The falcon saw the messy state that the wolf was in. He was merciless and felt nothing for his victim. The wolf thrashed about violently. The chair creaked but was rigid enough not to break. The wolf's head thrashed about from left to right. His arms tried their best to break free of the binds. His fingers and toes splayed and wiggled about in torment. The light bristles continued to dance across his bare, naked soles. He cleverly alternated the brush every minute to keep the wolf insane from laughter. It was only moments away where the wolf would either break by passing out, or going insane. The falcon could see that the wolf was at his final struggle. He was very weak at this point. His violent thrashing around began to slow down. He had no energy to fight the tickling his feet were receiving from the falcon. He could only accept it at this point. His mind was shut down from any defence tactics at this point.

The falcon ceased all tickling with the brush and decided to go light on his victim. His eyes were glued to the wolf's tormented soles and toes all this time. It was something that he found very appealing during the entire session, from the moist sweaty soles, to the wiggling toes. He tossed the brush aside and leaned forward. He was dying to take a whiff at the wolf's feet the entire time. He sniffed deep at the sole and moved up to the toes. The wolf's intense laughter lowered to light giggles. He began to catch his breath and regain some ounce of his sanity. That was until he felt something flick across his soles and drive him into bursts of laughter once more. The falcon began licking at the wolf's soles. He licked continuously from the sole, all the way to the tips of the toes. He loved the salty taste his sweaty feet gave off. The smell and taste put him into a trance and caused him to continuously drag his tongue across the wolf's soles. His soles creased as his foot wiggled around, but his tongue licked them straight once again. He curled his toes in agony but the falcons tongue splayed them as he licked upwards. He nibbled on the wolf's toes and licked between them to get the rich taste. His tongue left no patch untouched. The saliva made his feet much more sensitive. From the left foot to the right, his soles were licked clean. His toes were sucked over and over again. Finally the wolf couldn't take anymore. It had been at least three hours and his voice was hoarse. His chest ached from all the laughter. His breath was shallow and he was very weak. With one last long lick, he finally passed out from the intense torture. The falcon was impressed at how long the wolf lasted. It had been a new record for his victims so far. It was now very late and he needed to retire to his bunker. He called for the guards to take the prisoner back to his cell. When they had arrived to pick up the unconscious wolf, they were surprised to see that mere tickling of his feet had left him in such a state. They unbound the wolf and prepared to take him back to his cell. Before they rushed off with him, the falcon commanded that his socks and shoes be placed back on his feet. In his mind, he knew that he would like his feet to be kept well until the next session. They reached for his socks and boots, and placed them back on his tortured feet. Once they were done, they carried him back to his cell. The falcon locked up and walked out with the guards. He asked them about his next victim. It was to be a large lion. He was the general of one of the small military troops who were captured. He instructed that his next victim to be delivered around the same time as the wolf. He had more new tactics to try out with him.