There was no record of a mass kidnapping case this big in the history of Blackthorn City. Twelve days and twelve victims. All women. All canines. BCPD Inspector Iris Forester leapt from her swivel chair and paced around the office, the heels of her black Oxfords clacking on the stone floor.
“Every victim was in a different place before they went missing…” she spoke aloud to herself. “We have nothing on the culprit aside from eyewitness reports mentioning ear-piercings,” she took a deep breath. “Do they know how many crooks go around with ear-piercings?! Ugh!” She slumped back into her chair. “Maybe I should give up for today. Everyone else went home already.”
As Iris packed her belongings, preparing to go home, her keen Saarloos Wolfhound ears picked up the sound of footsteps. She froze. For a moment, everything was quiet, but then she heard it again! Footsteps! Closer now! Someone else was in the building, she was sure of that. She took a peek out from her office door and into the hallway to find it empty, and didn’t turn around in time to see the masked intruder grab her arms from behind and push her down to the floor.
“A-Ah!”
Iris tried to free her arms but the intruder was already halfway through tying up her wrists with rope. Her legs were next, tied together at the ankles.
“There ya go! Won’t be going nowhere, missy.”
A male voice. Young, possibly in his mind-twenties or thirties, Iris concluded. She bucked and struggled as he dragged her back to the office and forcibly sat her on the swivel chair, re-tying her wrists to the arm rests. It was then that she got a good look at him. He wore a completely black outfit complete with a balaclava that covered his entire head save for his nose, ears and green eyes. He appeared to be a canine, possibly a dog or a wolf.
“Let me go! There’s cameras all over the building, whatever you do to me will be used against you as evidence,” she commanded, mustering up whatever limited authority she had under the circumstances.
“I cut the camera feed an hour ago,” he said, nonchalantly. “Honestly, you guys should really look into upgrading your network security. It has more holes than Swiss cheese.” He grabbed Iris’ legs and placed them on her desk. “Now be a good girl and keep these puppies still for me.”
Iris considered fighting back but decided that cooperating and waiting for a chance to escape might be more advantageous for now, so she kept her legs on the desk as the intruder slipped off her Oxfords and threw them back over his shoulder, revealing the nylon-clad paws underneath. She couldn’t help but stretch and wiggle her toes. Regardless of the circumstances, it still felt good to be free of the stuffy footwear. She was almost starting to relax before her captor traced a claw down her sole.
“Hey! W-Whahat are you dohoing!!”
“Cop girl’s a bit ticklish, huh?”
She tried pulling her legs from the desk but he locked them under his arm, holding them still while his claws poked and scratched the sensitive soles. He pulled out a stiff feather from his pocket and swiped it over her paw pads, resulting in a stream of adorable giggles from the inspector.
“Wow! You’re even feather ticklish with nylons on! I can’t wait to see how you react when I tickle your bare paws.”
“P-Please don’t take off my socks!” she begged.
“If you insist,” he said with a sly smirk. Letting go of her legs, the intruder pinched the toe of the nylons and scratched her soles again, causing Iris to jerk back her legs and slip her paws from the socks. They were off-white with pink paw pads. “See? I didn’t take them off. You did.”
“You asshole!”
“Been called worse,” he dropped the thin socks on the floor next to her shoes and repositioned his victim’s now bare feet on the desk for more feather tickling, watching with glee as the bound inspector cackled and twisted in the swivel chair.
“Plehehease! I-It tickles so bahahad!” As effective as the physical aspect of the torture was on poor Iris, the real damage was to her ego. No inspector should break under such a childish form of torture, and yet here she was, barefoot, begging a criminal to stop feathering her sensitive soles. Inside her very office, no less.
“Let’s give your pretty paws a rest and see the rest of you, yeah?” He brandished a pair of scissors in full view of his victim, making her fold back her ears in alarm. He started with her black trousers, slipping the scissors under the cuff just above the ankle and gliding on upwards, peeling away the premium fabric as he went. Her leg fur was the same off-white tone as her feet up until her knees, where it was replaced by the same hue of orange that was present on her ears. He undid her belt and cut off the remains of her trousers, casting them to the floor, leaving her naked below the waist save for a pair of white panties adorned with a floral pattern.
Next, he moved to her white blouse, undoing one button after the other before cutting off the long sleeves and discarding the whole garment onto the floor, revealing a bra that matched her panties. Iris’ belly and chest fur were the same creamy white of her lower legs. She looked down, face flush with embarrassment. Her outfit was gone, its many pieces scattered on the cold stone floor. She hadn’t realized how much of her sense of authority came from those clothes.
“My, my. So many lovely spots to tease!”
“P-Please…”
“Aww, don’t be sad, missy. Let’s turn that frown upside down, shall we?” He traced circles over her slender belly with the soft plume, forcing the defeated woman to cackle cutely. “Let’s see what really makes you squeal..”
Over the next few minutes, the captor’s plume caressed every exposed spot on Iris’ bare fur. From tummy to neck, and ears to pits. Knees, toes, belly button and inner thighs. He was cold and methodical, moving like clockwork to suss out any and all ticklish spots on the inspector, even ones she didn’t know were sensitive.
Iris’ cheek fur was matted with tears by the time she was given a break from the torture. She felt tingly all over, as if the feather had never left her near-naked body. Through her blurry sight, she caught a glimpse of something shimmer in one of her captor’s ears. A set of ear-piercings, most likely… Ear piercings!
“It’s you…” she said amidst labored breaths. “You kidnapped all those women!”
The masked canine smiled at her, brandishing his scissors again. The blades snipped off the thin strings of her bra, revealing her chest in its full splendor. Next were her panties. He had to pull them off of Iris’ closed legs even after snipping them off from the sides. With her floral lingerie gone, her body was now fully vulnerable. Stripped of both her outfit and her authority. The captor could’ve done anything he wanted to her and she would lack the willpower and mobility to resist.
Unsurprisingly, he tickled her again, caressing the tip of the feather under and around her breasts.
“Oh! Ohoho gohohosh!! Hahaha!” She twisted from side to side, in a futile attempt to evade the attack, but all that did was excite her captor even more.
“Ah-coochie coochie coo, inspector! Not so tough now, are ya?” he teased with a visible tent in his pants. “We’re gonna have lots of fun together back at my place. I’m sure you’ll get along great with the rest of my collection!”
Oh shit, Iris thought. So that’s what he’s doing to his victims. She needed a way out. Fast. Although… This did feel kind of good, in a way.
“Now let’s see if I can’t rile you up,” he said before prying her legs open and gently swiping the feather between Iris’ pink labia. She gasped and tensed up. Another swipe, another gasp, this time dissolving into a soft moan. Waves of pure pleasure ran up her spine with each tender caress of the feather to her lady bits. Escaping was somehow not that important to her anymore, not while the intense pleasure lasted. “Ha! Always works! You can’t help but love this, can you?”
She didn’t answer. Her mind clouded with burning desire. Soon, her captor didn’t even have to hold her legs open anymore as she kept them spread herself as best as she could with her ankles still tied together.
While he feathered her genitals, he also tickled other spots with his free hand, creating an overwhelming sensorial cocktail that Iris happily drank from. Somehow this felt even better than before. An intense orgasm drew near. Her legs trembled and her toes curled. She let out a silent moan and white-hot pleasure overtook her.
When it was over, she hung limp, exhausted, still bound to the chair.
“That’s a good girl! You’ll learn to enjoy it, in time. Crave it, even. Just like all the others.” He undid the ropes tying her to the chair and tied her arms behind her back, slinging her naked form over his shoulder. “Or don’t. All the same to me.”