Ticklemon’s Digital Torment: Chapter One-Gatomon

Dawn’s light bathed the Digital World with its warm glow. The whole landscape seemed to shine like a beacon. Except for one isolated shadow filled domain where an evil digimon named Gestamon lurked. He brooded in a dark corner of his castle and watched the brightly lit forests beyond. A servant Garbagemon opened the door.

“You sent for me master?” The evil Gestamon turned at the sound of his lackey.

“Yes. I want you to take all of my digimon slaves and capture the Digi-destined’s digimon.”

“Which ones?”

“All of them. Every one.”

“Yes sir. But...why? Every time an evil digimon has gone up against those Digi-destined, they get destroyed.”

“True. But those children aren’t with them now. They can’t digivolve without them.”

“Yes sir. But when their digimon are being attacked or hurt, those kids always find out on their digivices and show up.” At this Gestamon grinned an evil grin.

“Ahh, but I never said I was going to HURT them.” Seeing the confused look on the lackey’s face, Gestamon explained. “All the digimon in the Digital World look on the Digi-destined’s digimon as heroes. They’ve defeated every foe, saved the lives of countless digimon, and their all their friends are reconfigured at Primary Village. Every digimon looks to them for help and if I can best them, I’ll be instantly recognized as the most powerful digimon in the Digiworld.”

“But how can you do that without hurting them?” The Garbagemon inquired. Gestamon turned towards the window again before turning back and answering.

“I intend to embarrass them. To publicly humiliate them so completely that they will never show their faces again. Then all will tremble before me and none would dare resist me.”

“B-but the Digi-destined....”

“IF they ever found out, they’d find that every digimon in the Digital World will obey me and me alone. Besides,” he added with a grin. “By the time I’m through, their digimon will be too shamefaced and mortified to ever ask them for help again. And I know just the digimon to do it.” The Garbagemon smiled and left to follow out his orders as his master faced the Digital World and laughed.

Gatomon was sitting under the shade of a big tree that lay adjacent to a stream. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the relaxation. Suddenly her ears picked up a rustling sound nearby. She sprang to her feet only to be caught in a net that she could not get out of. “Let me go right now or I’ll turn you into digi-dust!” Her kidnappers only responded by spraying a canister of gas in her face. She promptly passed out as they dragged her to Gestamon’s castle.

It was the same story with the other digimon. All were captured and drugged by Gestamon’s servants. Agumon was ambushed at the base of Infinity Mountain, Gabumon at Vegiemon’s Diner, Biyomon at the Yokomon Village, Palmon in the forest, Patamon at Primary Village, Tentomon at his tree, and Gomamon was captured in the ocean. It wasn’t long until all eight of them were imprisoned in Gestamon’s castle.

They were chained to walls in the dungeon several feet above the ground, so they hanged helplessly. Gestamon smiled as he entered the dungeon. By this time the digimon had awoken and awaited their captor. Tentomon recognized him almost immediately.

“Y-you’re Gestamon. An ultimate-level virus digimon with the awesome Long Knives attack that wipes out opponents in seconds!” Gestamon merely nodded once.

“You wouldn’t be so tough if I was free.” Gatomon called out. “I’d turn you into a scratching post.” Gestamon smirked.

“Ah, but you’re not free and none of you can digivolve or hurt me.”

“We’ll see about that! Pepper Breath!” Agumon shouted. Nothing happened. Agumon was stunned, as were his friends. Gestamon explained.

“You see my friends, the spray that my lackeys used negates all of your attacks for the next few days. So forgive me if I don’t quake with fear.” This proclamation created a somber mood among the captive digimon.

“You won’t get away with this!” Gabumon declared. Gestamon looked fairly amused.

“How cliché. Rather than go through the typical hero-villain banter I’ll just jump to the point.”

“And what would that be?” Tentomon asked.

“I intend to rule the Digital World. Yes, I know it’s been done to death, but I actually know what I’m doing. I will torture you until you break and then the Digital World will fall before me. The only question now is, who shall I torture first?” He walked up and down the row of captive digimon. He stopped in front of Patamon. “Should I start with the pig who defeated Devimon and Piedmon?” Gatomon turned her head and glared at him.

“Why don’t you pick on someone closer to your own level!” Gestamon walked over to her.

“Perhaps I should start with you. You are a champion, much stronger and impressive than any of these rookies.” He waved his hand in a dismissive manner in the direction of the other digimon. “Guards!” A pair of Garbagemon appeared. “Take her,” He pointed at Gatomon. “If she tries to escape, destroy one of her friends.” The Garbagemon nodded and unclasped Gatomon from her chains and blindfolded her. She was walked over to another set of chains dangling from the ceiling in the middle of the room. They closed around her wrists with a snap and then hauled her up so she dangled in the air. Gatomon was unimpressed.

“I’ve been tortured by Myotismon since I was a rookie. Do your worst, I’m not afraid.” Gestamon chuckled at her bravado.

“As you wish.” He snapped his fingers and the guards left. Another digimon strode into the room. This one was roughly humanoid in shape and size. It was about 5’6 and walked on two legs with two long arms with long thin spidery fingers. On its back was a shell, similar to a turtle’s, except that it had multiple compartments that could be opened at will. She was feared by those that have encountered her, though few know she truly exists. Gatomon hanged blindly not knowing of what awaited her. She silently removed Gatomon’s gloves and tail ring.

“Who’s there?” Gatomon demanded. The digimon didn’t answer. She paced around Gatomon before stopping right in front of her. She flexed her long fingers and inspected her long, sharp nails. Perfect. She slowly, gently raked her fingers across Gatomon’s tummy. Gatomon elicited a few giggles before she regained control. “What’s going on?” Her only answer was something slowly raking down her ribs. Gatomon started giggling insanely. “Sthahahap that!”

“What’s the matter, small one? Don’t you like my touch?” Gatomon gasped. She knew who was responsible for this now.

‘Ticklemon! That’s explains everything!’ Gatomon knew of Ticklemon. She was an ultimate-level digimon who specialized in the torture of hapless digimon captives. She would tickle them to death, and her shell housed countless other limbs with innumerable weapons of tickle torture. Before she could think of any possible escape, a light tickle on Gatomon’s soles set her off into another round of giggles.

Ticklemon enjoyed every moment of her work. She loved testing her victims for their most ticklish spots and then exploiting them mercilessly. She was fortunate Gestamon told her of this unique opportunity. She rarely got to torture any digimon of such fame as this! She was also delighted to note that Gatomon had to be THE most ticklish captive she’s ever had. She stopped for a moment to consider her options. She already knew that Gatomon was most ticklish on her stomach, ribs, feet, and hips.

She decided to give her armpits a try. She slowly stuck one of her long sharp nails into Gatomon’s underarm. The reaction was immediate. Gatomon’s whole body jerked as she let out a high-pitched squeal that would shatter glass. Ticklemon smiled. ‘Excellent.’ She thought to herself. Ticklemon had seen enough. Now it was time for the big guns, as they say. The compartments on her shell opened up as spider-like limbs came out. Some were holding an assortment of feathers and brushes, others had long sharp claws perfectly suited for tickling. There were other arms with every imaginable tickle tool and then some. They branched out and stood poised to tickle whoever was unfortunate to be in the way. “Now it begins in earnest, Gatomon.” She cooed.

She began small, she sent two limbs forward, each one holding two tiny downy feathers. They lightly tickled Gatomon’s cheeks and forced her to giggle with a silly grin on her face. Two more used two more tiny feathers to softly tease the insides of her ears. Gatomon’s giggling intensified as two long feathers slid between her toes and moved back and forth. It soon became full fledged laughter as more feathers started tickling her armpits.

“Cootchie cootchie coo.” Ticklemon sang. “Kitchy kitchy coo.” She knew it sounded childish but it did have the effect of making the victim feel more child-like and vulnerable and that was always a plus.

Gatomon was twisting and turning in the air. She tried rocking back and forth to move but found that she couldn’t twist away. Digital force fields prevented her from moving except for a few twitches and jerks from the tickling. Gatomon yelped, laughed, giggled, and squealed under the intensive tickle torture, but Ticklemon showed no sign of letting up. She had more appendages than an army of spiders and meant to use every single one of them. Gatomon’s friends alternated between not being able to look at the squealing feline and not being able to turn away.

Gatomon’s blindfold was soaking wet with tears and sweat. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she squirmed and squealed. She bucked and jerked with each touch. Her anxiety only heightened her sensitivity to the torture. As the tickling continued, Gatomon’s voice went up several octaves. Her laughter became a shrill squeal as time progressed, and the skin beneath her fur turned a bright red. Her cheeks were flush as her entire body, from ear tip to tail, was blushing a bright red. Gatomon had never been so mortified in her life! Here she was, the champion, the digimon who bested Myotismon, and was always the serious hardened fighter, squealing and laughing like a two-minute old digi-baby! The shame was unbearable.

She half wanted to die right then and there, but Ticklemon wouldn’t give her the pleasure. She knew how to tickles just enough so the victim wouldn’t pass out or suffocate from a lack of air.

An hour into the torture and it showed no signs of coming to a halt. Gatomon’s blindfold had fallen onto the floor in a heap, and Ticklemon’s torture continued. Feathers tickled Gatomon’s face and neck, the soles, heel, arch, and toes of her feet, her belly, the back of the her knees, and her armpits. Ticklemon’s nails and other sharp instruments tormented her sides and ribs. Two mechanical hands kneaded her hips which sent her into an even louder laughing fit. Ticklemon would create exotic tickling patterns with her tools. She would make a figure eight, or write a letter, or pretend to paint a picture. She would alternate every so often between the soft feathers, bristly brushes, and sharp nails on a given spot. Since the arms could work independently of her, Ticklemon focused her attention on Gatomon’s underarms. She retracted the feathers from that area and sent them to work on her feet. Ignoring Gatomon’s laughter, Ticklemon flexed her nails and

s-l-o-w-l-y swiveled them around in Gatomon’s armpit. Gatomon shrieked with laughter as Ticklemon made little circular movements with her nails. First on her left armpit, then her right, and then both at once.

Gatomon’s hollering echoed throughout the castle walls as Ticklemon’s fingers danced around it Gatomon’s armpits. Ticklemon for her part was already moving on, though she left several feathers and nails to work on each of Gatomon’s underarms. She moved down to Gatomon’s dangling and kicking feet. Another pair of manacles rose out of the floor and closed around her flailing ankles and pulled them taut. A stool on the far side of the room slid over from the far wall and coming to a stop under Gatomon’s wriggling bottom. Gatomon’s legs were now outstretched in front of her. Ticklemon wiggled her fingers down Gatomon’s arch. Gatomon squealed at the continued onslaught. Ticklemon took a feather and tickled a spot between Gatomon’s toes. Gatomon tried curling he toes up, but Ticklemon responded by tying them back with fishing line laced with itching powder. This generally added to Gatomon’s discomfort as well as making Gatomon’s toes unable to curl up. Ticklemon raked her fingers down Gatomon’s soles and made circles on the ball of her foot. Gatomon’s blue eyes widened at the latest attack and it wasn’t long until tears were streaming down her face, even more than before.

“P-PLEAASE N-NO MORE!!!” Gatomon begged. “I-I CAN’T T-TAAAAKE IT! STAHAHAPPP!!!” Gatomon’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Ticklemon ran a feather between her toes again, and this time Gatomon as unable to curl her toes up or defend herself. “NOHEHOHAEHEHEEHEEHEK!” She squealed. The light touch between her toes drove her into hysterics while Ticklemon mercilessly attacked her paws and the back of her legs. Gatomon begged and pleaded for mercy, but to no avail. Ticklemon had already decided to move onto a new area while leaving some limbs to continue her work on Gatomon’s feet. She moved around in back of Gatomon and knocked the stool out from under her, so she’s be hanging by her arms again.

“I see possibilities here.” Ticklemon murmured. She grabbed hold of Gatomon’s flailing tail in one hand and applied it to her armpit. The response was instantaneous. Gatomon’s tail combined the bristles of Ticklemon’s brushes and the softness of her feathers. As soon as she placed it in Gatomon’s underarm her voice reached a new high as she tried to twist and turn to escape to torture. The irony was that every time she moved, her tail moved too. So all Gatomon’s struggling accomplished was to make her own tail wiggle around in her own armpit and increasing her own tickle torture without Ticklemon’s help. She raked her nails down Gatomon’s back and tickled the base and insides of her ears.

Gatomon grew more and more frantic and wasn’t sure how much longer she could take this torture. She had been laughing nonstop for over two hours by this point and there was no end in sight. Ticklemon had moved from behind her back and now stood in front of Gatomon. Now that the blindfold was gone she could look into her torturers eyes. Inside those eyes were undisguised joy and bliss at Gatomon’s situation. Gatomon pleaded with her bright blue eyes since she was to busy laughing to ask verbally. Ticklemon put on an evil smile that seemed to say “no mercy.”

Ticklemon had now focused on her next main target: Gatomon’s belly. Having been spared the same level of tickling her armpits and feet had, her tummy was now extra sensitive and the torture there would be psychologically devastating. She prepared her fingers and then proceeded to attack. She buried her nails into Gatomon’s belly and softly had her fingers dance across her tummy. Gatomon mewed and then convulsed into even louder laughter, that intensified as two extra appendages added to her torture, Her nails made circles, spirals, and all sorts of patterns on Gatomon’s stomach. Feathers attached to other arms brushed over Gatomon’s stomach and lightly stroked her belly. Gatomon’s laughter reverberated throughout the castle. Servants of Gestamon stopped working to listen, though they had no idea what was going on. Ticklemon decided to change tactics. She opened one of the few still unopened compartments on her shell and took out a small jar. Inside it were several tiny multi-legged insects with long prickly legs. Ticklemon had designed these creatures to intensify the torture of a victim while she thought of new stratagems. She opened the jar and poured the jars contents, ten of the little ticklers, on Gatomon’s head while she allowed her appendages to help with the tickling independently, so she could think of what to do next. The tiny ticklers, as Ticklemon dubbed them, crawled down Gatomon’s face and spread out.

Gatomon giggled insanely as they scuttled about on her. They seemed to head for areas that were the most ticklish. Two of them walked down her legs and each picked a foot to skitter about on. Four more of them headed for her underarms, two per armpit. The remaining four danced about her tummy and managed to cling on, despite her guffawing and bouncing about. Their tiny legs danced across her fur, leaving only a light touch that was just as maddening as the feathers, possibly even more so.

Ticklemon tuned out Gatomon’s laughter as she pondered what to do next. She had tickled every part of Gatomon and continued to do so with her shell’s appendages and tiny ticklers. It had gone on for three hours and she still thought that something was missing, something else she could do. While she thought this over, Gatomon was still thrashing about like a fish out of water. Sweat and tears matted her fur. She was still beet red, a result of the tickling and the embarrassment that accompanied it. Her breath came in whatever pants and gasps she could manage between laughs. Gatomon managed to shoot a quick glance to her friends before her head jerked away.

Agumon seemed stunned, to say the least. He watched as one of the most powerful digimon in their group was reduced to a squealing ball of giggles and laughs. It was...inconceivable. He didn’t want to watch the humiliation and torture of a dear friend, yet he could not bring himself to look away.

Gabumon was also shocked. He had also perceived Gatomon as a source of strength and experience for the group. To see that strength sapped out of her and turned into to wriggling spasmodic giggler before him destroyed that image.

Biyomon and Palmon silently sobbed. They saw through their tear-filled eyes that a digimon they admired and looked up to was being demeaned horribly. They couldn’t stand the sight of a digimon they considered to be virtually family exploited and embarrassed this way, but there wasn’t anything they could do but watch and weep.

Patamon struggled a futile struggle against his bonds, in a vain attempt to help. Gatomon got herself into this mess by trying to protect him! Patamon always looked to Gatomon as a kind of big sister. They always worked well together, and were best of friends. She even taught him how to dance, and now she was squirming under Ticklemon’s devices hollering and yelling like there was no tomorrow. Patamon’s ultra-sensitive ears picked up on every giggle, laugh, and guffaw that escaped Gatomon’s lips and it only angered him to try harder to free himself.

Tentomon’s large eyes picked up every bead of sweat on Gatomon and saw the contorted expression on her face. Seeing any digimon in such agony made his antennae twitch.

Gomamon was heartbroken to see one of his best friends be put in such a horrid situation. Gomamon had always liked Gatomon and even harbored a little crush on her. To see her treated so badly was enough to make the normally easy-going digimon want to rip Gestamon and his underlings apart piece by piece. Her strained laughter broke his spirit to see the strongest of their number demeaned like that.

Gestamon watched the captive digimon’s faces and the torture of Gatomon. He smiled as things were going even better than he had planned. Their spirits had been broken by the torture of one digimon and she was at least ten times as ticklish as Gestamon hoped. ‘Once I’m through, the Digital World will be mine and these weaklings will hide in shame forever.’ Gestamon turned his attention back to the tickle torture of Gatomon and delighted in her shrill squeals of laughter.

“You know what Gatomon?” Ticklemon asked coyly. Gatomon was too busy laughing to answer so Ticklemon continued anyway. “This reminds me of one of my favorite songs. Would you like to sing it with me? You do? That’s great!” She smiled. “Now I’ll start and when I stop, you do the next verse. Okay? Good.” Ticklemon cleared her throat dramatically. Then she took an extra feather and held it in front of her like a microphone. “What’s new pussycat?” she took the feather and tickled Gatomon’s ribs.

“HEEEHOOOHEEH!” Gatomon squealed. Ticklemon frowned.

“That’s not the next line!” She said in mock anger. “And just for that,” she moved her feather closer to Gatomon’s squirming belly. She brushed it back and forth and around in circles on her tummy. Gatomon shrieked and tried to wiggle away, but she was no more successful now than she was before. “Shall we try that again?” Ticklemon asked. Gatomon still couldn’t answer because she was still laughing, but her head did nod, whether this was intentional or not is unclear. “Good.” Ticklemon said. “Ahem...What’s new pussycat?” She dabbed it in one of Gatomon’s armpits.

“N-NOOOO, NOOOO!” Gatomon yelled.

“Those aren’t the right words.” Ticklemon said, waving the feather menacingly. Gatomon’s eyes widened at the prospect of additional torture. “But it’s close enough, I suppose. Let’s continue. What’s new pussycat?” She ran the feather down her ribs.

“O-OHHHHH P-PLEAASE N-NOOO!” Ticklemon grinned.

“Very good! Let’s continue.” And so it went. Ticklemon would sing and tickle Gatomon at the same time. It got worse towards the end. “Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you! Yes, I do! You and your pussycat ribs!” She ran her nails up and down Gatomon’s ribs. “You and your pussycat feet!” She took a toothbrush and brushed the space between her toes. “You and your pussycat pits!” She stuck a feather up Gatomon’s armpit, “I love tickling yooooooooou!” Ticklemon finished.

Gatomon couldn’t take much more. Five hours had passed since the tickling began and she had not had so much as a second’s reprieve. Her lungs heaved, her throat was dry, her fur soaked with sweat and tears, her voice was shrill, and she didn’t know how much more she could take before she fainted, or ended up losing control of her bladder and wetting herself. The intensive torture of feathers, brushes, nails, and tiny tickle creatures drove her to near insanity. Just when she thought it could not possibly get worse, the addition of one last tiny feather to the small of her back drove her to new heights of torture. “HEEHEEHOOO, P-P-PLEEAAASE N-NOOO MOOORE!” She begged desperately. “NOOO MOOORE! P-PLEEAAASE!” I’M I-I’M G-GONNA W-WET M-MY FURR!!! Gatomon screamed at the top of her lungs.

Ticklemon exchanged a look with her boss. Gestamon nodded once and Ticklemon grinned. And just when Gatomon thought she would burst...it stopped. The shell’s arms were all retracted into her shell and all the creatures were back in their jar and tucked away in their compartment. It was over. Gatomon panted, crying with relief and joy. The joy faded as she saw Ticklemon just standing there, waiting. But for what? The feathers were gone, the brushes, nails, and ticklers too, so what else was there? Gatomon felt her anxiety grow again as Ticklemon approached again. She tried to twist away, but there wasn’t anything she could do. She shut her eyes as Ticklemon began to....pat her head? “What’s the matter Gatomon? Afraid I’m going to tickle you some more?” Gatomon meekly nodded. “Oh silly, kitty we’re all done. Was that really so bad?” Gatomon didn’t answer. “Hmmmmmm...Well let’s just clean you up so we can get you down. Okay?” Since Gatomon couldn’t do anything else, she nodded weakly. Ticklemon smiled as she tried to clean Gatomon’s fur. After about half a minute she put her hand to her face and exclaimed, “Oh I know what I can do!” She opened a shell compartment and dug around for a minute. “Here we go!” Gatomon couldn’t see what she had pulled out but she knew it couldn’t be good. Ticklemon walked around and placed something directly against Gatomon’s back. She flicked a switch and it hummed to life.

Gatomon felt some light and fluffy against her back. Gatomon had a fearful sense of deja vu as it lightly tickled her back. When they started rotating, Gatomon started giggling. They rotated faster and faster and moved all over her back. Gatomon’s laughter started up again and when Ticklemon moved in front of her, she saw that it was two feather dusters attached to a cake-mixer. Ticklemon then moved it near Gatomon’s belly. When it got there she started laughing in earnest. “HEEHOHAHAHAAHA!” Gatomon hollered and yelled as her most ticklish spots were subjugated to the dusters touch. It ran up her armpits, down her ribs and all around her tummy. Gatomon felt her head swim and everything began to go out of focus.

Ticklemon knew that Gatomon wouldn’t hold out much longer, no one had even gone half this long before! Ticklemon decided that it was time for one last offensive before Gatomon fainted. Ticklemon’s shell open again as all her limbs extended for one last round of torture.

“HEEEHEHEEHEHOO!” Gatomon squealed. Ticklemon’s nails raked down her ribs and the giggles became full-blown belly laughs. “N-NOOOOEEEEEEEEEKKKK!” She screamed. Feathers, brushes, bristles, and nails ran all over her body. ”HAAHAAHHAAAHHAAAHAAAA! O-OOHHH P-PLEAAAAASE N-NOT A-AGAAIN!” Ticklemon’s feather dusters ran all over Gatomon. “N-NOOOO M-MOOOOREE!” The duster ran across her ribs, hips, belly, armpits, feet, ears, everywhere. She screamed as her tickle torture session ran into its sixth hour. Then its seventh. After eight hours rolled on by, Gatomon was too weak to even laugh or resist. The last thing she saw was a feather descending into her armpit before she lost consciousness and passed out.

Ticklemon retracted her arms after Gatomon passed out. She released her manacles and Gatomon dropped to the floor. “What should I do with her?” she asked Gestamon.

“I’ll handle it.” He snapped his fingers and two lackeys came in and unceremoniously dragged Gatomon out by her tail. She was taken to a holding cell in the bowels of the dungeon. Gatomon regained consciousness as she was dragged down a flight of stairs. Before she could even think of resisting, she was thrown in and the door slamming behind her. She was so weak she could barely move. He legs felt like jelly and she could still feel the feathers all over her. Her tears clung to her face as she tried to breath. It wasn’t easy since she had been gasping and panting for the last eight hours. Her tiny cell was a cold floor with no windows or beds. The only thing in it was a flat rock she assumed was used as a pillow. Tiredly, she crawled on the rock, hugged her knees and cried herself to sleep trying to think of a way out. Her dreams were full of ticklish devices and feathers roaming over her body. She whimpered in her sleep and begged that Kari would come to save her. Ticklemon, meanwhile, had placed Gatomon’s tail ring and gloves in her shell for safekeeping and brushed her hands off. She gleefully turned back to the seven remaining digimon.

“So who’s next?”