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The Sole Detention Center

For Caroo

By Draconicon

With cameras on every street and locator-chips in every citizen, it was an easy thing to find those that broke the law and bring them down to the detention center for processing. Of course, depending which AI was on-duty, you might or might not get an update about just what you were there for, or even what you were charged with.

Caroo had been pulled in just before the shift in the AI protocols, and that meant that he'd been put into a holding cell without any information on anything. All that the yellow-furred 'roo knew was that he had been walking up and down one of the malls in the neighborhood - there'd been a lot of those, recently - looking for some new clothes, and he had been halted by the security drones when he went down a floor.

Maybe they thought that he'd been shoplifting? He had tried to say something, but they just dropped him here.

Well, maybe the Warden-Bot will be online soon...

He shifted back and forth in the cell, trying to get used to the restraints that he had to wear. His clothes had been taken away, replaced by a modular system of coverings and restraints that ran from the top of his head down to his bare, exposed toes. His face and his toes were the only things allowed to stick out, and every individual piece had a receptor that could be connected to the restraints that dotted the walls behind him. All it would take was one little -

Bzzz.

And just like that, Caroo was pulled backwards. Yelping as he was yanked off his feet, he was pulled back hard into the padded wall. The receptors on his arms hooked into the different divots in the wall behind him, secured in the space of milliseconds, leaving him completely unable to move his arms from his wrists to his shoulders. All along his back, something similar happened, and then along the backs of his legs and along his bottom.

There was something very weird about being held down that way, having cushions compressing against his backside and holding him like plush hands.

The sliding restraints on the wall lifted him off his feet, keeping him suspended four feet in the air, four feet from the ceiling, and eminently out of touch with everything. His tail had been slotted into a hole behind him, too, keeping it from cracking or bending in a painful angle. When he was about to open his mouth and ask what was going on, a giggling voice echoed through the room.

"Ah ah ah. I didn't say that you had talking privileges, cutie."

Cutie?

Caroo blushed as the Warden-Bot finally lowered itself from the ceiling. It was a vaguely mouse-like upper body, with a soft, teasing sort of face with a large metallic thing in the middle of its forehead. The torso came to an abrupt end at the almost-exposed belly-button, leading to a mechanical arm and quite a series of wires that extended backwards from the main processing unit. The mouse-face looked at him, eyes glowing just over the point of being natural, reminding him that he was looking at a machine.

"It seems that you've been a bit naughty, haven't you?"

"Um...I don't know...I don't know why I'm here, actually..."

"Oh, nobody read you the charges? Tsk-tsk, such naughty guards." She chuckled, coming closer to him. She reached down, adjusting one of his arms over the other, crossing them at his chest. They locked again, almost as if they created folds and divots and holes for the restraints to attach to. It was almost like that old material, velcro, except stronger and more malleable. "But that doesn't mean that you're getting off the hook, you naughty flasher."

"Flasher? I-I swear I was completely covered, Warden-Bot," he said, blushing as she leaned in a bit closer. "I-I promise."

"Dear, dear, I'm sorry, but you weren't. Let's see the tapes, shall we?"

She leaned back, and the metal thing in her forehead finally revealed its purpose. A hologram appeared, showing the cameras that were focused on him in the mall. They zoomed in on him. There he was, dressed in a pair of walking shorts, a decent t-shirt, nothing out of the ordinary.

He was confused until it shifted to another camera, showing his flipflops. It zoomed in further, showing his yellow soles as he walked, zooming in so close that there was no way for him to see anything other than his own soft feet, his flipflops covering nothing as he walked so heavily on his toes.

"See? You were flashing your cute little feet, my dear." The Warden-Bot turned off the hologram, shaking her head and wagging her finger at him.

"What? But there were people that were actually barefoot -"

"Ah, but were they cute?"

He sputtered, trying to come up with something, but then her fingers - padded, but most definitely metal - gently pinched his muzzle together. She giggled, leaning in until they were nose to nose.

"I'm sorry, honey, but you're going to be stuck here for a while. That level of cute exposure is positively indecent. But don't worry. We've got plenty of ways to treat you..."

The Warden-Bot's many other arms began to descend from the ceiling, carrying with them tools of many sorts. Caroo stared, his head twitching left and right until it, too, was pinned to the plush wall behind him. The Warden-Bot was able to manipulate the different seals and restraints, lifting one leg from the wall as the arms came down, gently pushing her fingers between his toes to keep them apart.

Rings came first, producing restraint-fields that ran between the digits and kept his toes locked together. If one couldn't bend, then neither could any of the others. They pulsed, creating a series of hard-light lines that ran from his toes to his ankles, keeping his toes from curling, and keeping them from pulling away.

A second ring was added to the first, and this time, they were a bit more mechanical. As soon as they were wiggled down the digits, little mechanical legs popped up, not quite sharp, but pointed, and then -

"AHAHAHA!"

They started dancing in between his toes, poking and tickling at the different sensitive spots. He tried to curl his toes, tried to pull them together, but nothing worked. His feet were already restrained, and growing more so by the second.

He tried to jerk and bounce and twitch, but one leg was still pinned to the wall, and the other was in the firm, impossible-to-escape grip of the Warden-Bot. She brought his bare foot up to her face, and she gave his arch a gentle kiss.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure that these lovely feet don't come to harm. They'll be punished, of course, but you'll never stop smiling."

Caroo didn't know if that was a good thing. He bit his lips, trying not to giggle out what little air was left in his lungs, but it was not getting any easier. The Warden-Bot gently lowered his foot back to the wall, where it was immediately restrained, and as she lifted the other one up to get the same treatment -

"GAHAHAHA!"

He screamed with laughter as brushes came up from beneath his foot, stroking and flicking along the bottom of his sole. They attacked his arches, digging in and finding every sensitive little spot that they could. Tickle-tickle-tickle they went, and he couldn't find the air to beg the Warden-Bot to stop.

"There you go. That's the penalty for showing off such cute soles, dearie, but I'm sure that you can take it," the Warden-Bot said, giving his other sole a gentle kiss. "Such a good boy will be out of here in no time..."

One day, two, three, four, all the way up to seven. Caroo had been kept in his little cell, laughing as various tickling devices had been applied to his feet, and then to his underarms, and then to his stomach. The suit that covered him had slowly started coming off, too, little bits and pieces being removed by the Warden-Bot every time that she dropped down to see him. Under the guise of an inspection, every time, but he was so busy laughing that he couldn't question it, really.

Then, on the seven-day anniversary of being locked up, all the machines shut down at once.

Caroo laughed at the residual phantom tickles for nearly a minute before he was able to stop, sagging forward. By then, the Warden-Bot, the same AI that had come to greet him the first time, had dropped down to see him.

"I have good news and bad news, dearie."

"Mmm?" he groaned.

"The good news is, you've served your time for your first offense."

"Mmm..."

"The bad news is, we've found more charges."

"...Nnngh?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that we have camera records going back three whole months of you in those indecent sandals, showing off your cute little soles and more to everyone. I'm afraid that you'll have to be here for a while...Oh, and I'm sure you want to face your accusers."

The cell wall to his right suddenly opened, and he was face to face with four mouse women, each of them between their early thirties to their early forties. They smiled at him like cougars spotting their prey.

The Warden-Bot shifted him around, forcing his legs up so that his feet faced towards the glass. He was pushed forward, too, his soles flattened against the glass.

"Are these the soles that you were flashed with, ladies?"

"Oh, yes," one of them said, nodding. "Exactly those. Please see to it that he gets...punished."

"Oh, don't worry."

Caroo's eyes went wide as all the coverings that he had faded. He was still restrained, held back, but all that had covered his modesty was gone. He was bare-ass naked in front of the older women, and his cock was slowly rising as the Warden-Bot's tools started to descend around him.

"We will teach him a proper lesson..."

The End

Summary: Caroo is caught for some unknown crime, and, well, as you know, when Caroo is caught for something, mechanical, binding, tickling shenanigans await.

Tags: M/solo, M/F, robot, AI, bondage, tickling, foot fetish, kangaroo, Caroo, teasing, gentle, toe ring, embarrassment, exposure,