The Helpless General (Chapter 1)
Story by Stormy Panda on SoFurry
Chapter 2.
Day 2
The second day for most of my captives is bound to go one of two ways. Most of those unlucky enough to be commanded by Firelord Ozai himself to be broken are strong of body, but not of mind. They're a nuisance who need to be dealt with, and their reaction upon seeing me and realizing their torment is far from over for a second day in a row can sum that up. Some continue to plead with me. They stupidly believe I still want something from them. They fail to remember that not once did I ask them for information during their first tickle session. They refuse to believe I would simply tickle them so senseless for the sake of it and nothing else.
As expected, and hoped, Iroh fell into the second category. Iroh was a brilliant general. No doubt he at one point knew of my existence be it rumor or hard facts. Though he was an old man I could tell there was knowledge running through him. My guards told me he had tried to ask for tea of all things, or even a game of pai sho. Of course my men had not listened to him. I have no doubt he is trying to gather their friendship so he can weasel his way to freedom eventually. When informed of this I ordered my men to gag Iroh until I returned.
I walked into his cell this morning with a smile on my face. Iroh was still sitting naked in his cage with his feet in the stocks. His feet looked even more beautiful than I had remembered. I touched them lightly upon greeting him and he winced. He was trying to withhold his giggling but I think we both knew he couldn't do it for long. My men told me they had lotioned his feet every hour on the hour as I had ordered.
"Did you enjoy your time without me?" I had asked the naked former general as I ran my fingertips up the arch of his foot. "All those foot rubs must have felt amazing. I bet your feet are twice as tender and soft today, hmm?"
Normally most men begin pleading them, even if I gagged them as I had Iroh. Iroh however remained silent and simply stared into my eyes. I enjoy his bravery in the face of the torture he has already experienced. I must learn to control myself around this man, or breaking him will be no fun.
I have never made it a secret to Firelord Ozai what my intentions are with every man he sends my way. I have told him countless times point blank I specialize in torture and breaking of our enemies simply because it arouses me. I find great pleasure in breaking men who hold great power. Normally I am sent Earth Nation spies.
"I told you yesterday," I said to Iroh as I ran my fingertips along each of his plump toes. The way he gasped under the gag to prevent giggling was stunning. "Firebenders have softer feet than other nations. Earth benders spend far too much time roughing their soles up on the soil. I can break their feet down eventually, yes, but it takes far too long for my enjoyment. The only feet I can imagine would ever be softer than pampered royalty like yourself would be an airbenders, and with the Avatar dead I doubt I'll ever be able to feel those. You, however, are the next best thing."
I admit I rattled on a bit long. Iroh didn't give me any reaction, which I had expected. Him simply knowing my adoration for his lovely ticklish feet was all I needed.
I was finally done with lightly stroking his feet. His toes wiggled slowly and I couldn't help but smirk. I could see the relief behind his eyes when I finally pulled my hand away.
I turned to my men and barked orders at them. They were to take Iroh to my special chamber, and I would meet them there after I had my morning meal. They obliged and I watched as they carried the naked, bound ex general out of his cage and down the hall. I wish I had gotten a better look at Iroh's face. I wonder if he was able to hold up his facade of fearlessness even as he was dragged away to an unknown room.
I ate my breakfast quickly. As much as I desired to keep my captives bound up in the worst places and positions for hours before even being touched, I couldn't resist myself. I knew I was being over stimulated with this man but I couldn't help myself. He was so… delectable.
Thirty minutes passed, and I was near Iroh again. My special chamber.
There the old man was. His feet in all their glory were forced up as they had been in his cell, but now his legs were also spread forcibly apart. I could see his flaccid cock. His legs twitched with the desire to shut upon me staring at him but he came to his senses quickly and instead ignored me.
"Most new ones get upset when I gag them for this long," I told Iroh with a smile. I approached him and pulled the rag out from his mouth. He stared me in the eye with a fire I couldn't help but imagine squashing out beneath my boot. "You've been a good boy and kept quiet."
I leaned down and ripped the gag from his mouth by burning it as I yanked. I saw the fear flash in his eyes at fire being so close, but I had been at this long enough to know not to scar my new toys. You merely show them you can.
"I think you're crazy!" Was the first thing Iroh said. He didn't say it in a panicked way. He was calm and more observant. He was still trying not to show me the cracks I knew were beginning to form.
"Don't feel special because I ungagged you," I told the general. "I think you'll find I simply enjoy to hear my toys laugh when I work on their feet."
I knew this would be fun. I ran my fingertips so gracefully up and down both of Iroh's feet. My hands were up at my sides as I stared straight down Iroh's spread legs and round belly. The way he writhed and giggled and near squealed drove me mad.
I'll never forget the way he looked when I told him just how sensitive his feet had already become after a single night of my lotion. I had worked for years to develop it to make his skin more sensitive. I saw a true second of horror in his eyes. He was my little pet. I traced my fingertips under his toes.
I remember I lost myself at one point. I broke one of my rules again.
Even though Iroh clearly did not enjoy the torment, his cock was growing hard. This was the case with most of my victims. They secretly enjoyed the sensitivity, even though it was true hell. Their bodies desired it. They were the special victims. They were the ones who broke easiest. I didn't expect Iroh to be one of them, but then again he was still strong of spirit.
I couldn't help myself. I gathered two tools. A brush, and a feather duster. I got right down there near his spread legs and tickled his cock and balls. I ran the paintbrush around his balls in circles as I let the soft feathers run around his head. I gave my men orders, and that was to draw close and tickle Iroh's feet as violently as they could without actually hurting him.
This was supposed to come later. Much, much later. But I couldn't help myself because I adored this wonderful man so much. I wanted him to cum, and to experience great pleasure while his body was being merciciously tickled. I wanted him to feel his sensitive toes be violated and his poor cock tingle with the touch of feathers and soft bristled brushes.
His laughter was erotic. It drove me. His cock was large and full of area to tickle. Still, I lost it in the cage of feathers I created around it. Soon Iroh was hollering. Even though he was strong, he never once bothered to hide just how dearly it tormented him to be tickled.
I don't remember how long it took to make that old man cum. Most who are erect give in within the hour, but Iroh was strong. I remember when his cock had finally soaked my feathers with his cum my knees felt weak and stomach empty. Iroh's soles were pink and near red with flush from my men's fingers tickling them. It had to have been near three hours. The poor old man must have been near dehydrated by now.
I ordered my men to take him instead of to the bath to take him to his cell with some water. I did not want him above all else to lose the form of his body I so enjoyed. I loved the roundness and the way he jiggled with tickled. I would make them feed him as well as possible. To lose myself as I did today was a rarity I cannot take too much if I desire this.
Still, I loved the look of defeat and pure exhaustion on Iroh's face when he finally came.
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Hours passed since then. I'm still shaking right now. My hair is dripping water still onto these pages and smudging my ink. I gave Iroh a long rest in his cell. Then, once night had fallen and he had been fed, I took him to the bath.
He awaited me chained up in a small pool of warm, bubbling water. His feet were near covered in soap bubbles but I could see the toes sticking out. I chuckled as I approached and stripped myself to slip into the tub. I went between Iroh's legs, which were actually chained up close to the edge for occasional tickling when I desired.
"You're making me so lustful, Iroh," I spoke to him. I reached up and gripped his chin in between my fingers. "I don't think I've ever been so delighted to service feet more than I have yours."
"You're wasting your time," Iroh said. "I've sustained plenty of interrogation in my time. You'll grow bored of an old man like me eventually."
I smirked. It was the first true thing he said to me. At least, true in his stupid old mind.
"You're wrong," I said. "Because you're my hero. You're what made me join this war. You're somebody I've dreamed about torturing since I had my first session. What I wouldn't give to have power over a man so powerful. Bring him down to nothing but my soft, helpless tickle toy."
Iroh stared at me blankly. I put my head back and laughed.
"But look at me," I told him. "You're strong… perhaps you're right. Why not resist as long as you can. It'll be fun to see when I win."
I was insane with power. I grabbed the soap and scrubbed his feet for at least half an hour. He laughed and squealed but still refused to beg. Once I was through with him I left to write these pages.
Perhaps I shall see exactly just how far this old general's will will lead him.