Hasana Prison: Mowgli P1 (Story) (Pixiv Fanbox)

Here's another story written by the same author of Ash Ketchum in Tickle Prison! This story covers two parts of an image set I did featuring Mowgli and his stay at Hasana Prison. The last two parts of the image set will be covered in part two of the story which will be written sometime in the future. Here are the links to the images covered in the story:

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/70909232

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/70925142

Enjoy!

Hasana Prison: Mowgli Part 1

When it came down to it Mowgli had no idea where he is. The young jungle boy had no concept of the situation he is currently is in, as he was no longer in the familiarity of the jungle, he grew up in. Also, he could tell that this wasn’t the man village at all, as he

hasn’t seen another person like him. Currently the boy sat within a large cage, nothing but metal bars surrounding him to keep the child within, almost like a wild animal.

In all honesty Mowgli happened to be inside a well-hidden facility that rested in the middle of his jungle, far away from any known civilization. One day while exploring the child stumbled upon the place. It was just a large mass, just like the temple King Louie always reside except he couldn’t see the inside of it. Well curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a closer look at the building…big mistake on his part.

When he got closer to the building a hidden compartment opened up and two mechanical hands shot out and grabbed him by the arms. Mowgli was so caught off guard at this he couldn’t struggle back as he was pulled into a large dark hole which the hands came out. His whole body fit within as he is pulled inside the building and engulfed in darkness, where he somehow passed out. When he awoke, he found himself within the large cage, in a bare room with nothing but concrete walls and floor. Once up he tried to escape, going for the door but it was locked. He then tried to squeeze through the bars, but they were too narrow to allow him to squeeze through, all it did was hurt as pressure is applied to his scrawny body.

After a couple of hours of trying he stopped and just relented to waiting, whoever captured him must be coming to check up on him, right? Either way after he decided to wait it was then he shivered as the room’s temperature became known to him, this is really odd to the boy as he never experienced such

chilly weather before. Being in the jungle for his sort amount of time it has always been warm or hot, but here it was different. He shivered, folded his arms together and rubbed his bare arms. He opted to sit in the corner, body curled up some to conserve warmth. It was easier said that done as all he had to wear is his loincloth and that barely even covered his body that much, so as much a he hated it he would need to endure the cold room.

“This isn’t good,” Mowgli said to himself. “I have to get out of here…wherever this is…maybe papa bear will come and find me, he has never let me down before.”

Mowgli was forever hopeful that his bear companion would save him as he has done before. Yet, he wasn’t sure if he was in the jungle anymore as this place is like nothing he has seen before. He would hate to stay longer and figure out what would happen. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. A new noise caught his attention, which sounded like…squeaking?

Growling bit and acting almost as feral as possible he looked over at the new presence in the room, but both eyes rose in utter confusion as what came in wasn’t an animal…nor was it a man at all! Outside the bars stood some kind of robot. It looked like some kind of gurney, minus the rail guards, and seemed to

be fitted with several tight looking straps. It seemed to be running on two large wheels, which seemed to keep the table upright, but the strangest thing is that it had two large mechanical arms. The material surprised the boy as it looked like nothing he had ever seen before.

For a brief moment Mowgli’s is frightened as he got up and backed up to the other side of the cell, ignoring the icy bars his back hit as he had no idea what the creature before him is. Little did he know is that someone is watching the boy, and one apparent this is that he is really dirty. This would need to be remedied. The mechanical hands of the robot reached out and a low-pitched beep is heard before the door is unlocked and opened. The boy’s heart became elated as he saw the door opened, before he could even think he ran for the opening, wanting to escape this place now given the chance.

“Argh! Let go!” Mowgli shouted in his native tongue as one of those mechanical hands managed to grab his right arm, stopping the boy’s attempt at escaping. Like it would matter as no one could escape this building. The robot held the hand up as Mowgli tried to pull free with all his might. He planted a foot on the padded surface of the robot and pulled, but the robot is a lot stronger. The robot then acted and reached and grabbed the foot that was placed on it. Mowgli cried out as he nearly fell to the ground but

is held up by his arm. The robot then started to effortlessly restrain the boy.

“Let me go!” Mowgli cried out as he is now strapped to the robot. The child struggling to get his body free or at least slide his arms out of the restraints but found that they were tight as he couldn’t move an inch. One strap is effectively placed right where his elbows bent so he couldn’t move then and the second is placed right on his knees so he couldn’t move them. Once the child is within its grasps the robot then started to move on its robotic wheels, the action surprising Mowgli as he had no idea what was going on. As they approached a door, which has no doorknob, another beep is heard as it unlocked

and opened, allowing the robot to leave as it carried the child down a long, featureless hallway with doors on either side, similar to the one they exited out of.

Mowgli kept on struggling, trying to free himself of this creature as he didn’t want to go wherever it is taking him, but stopped as another voice hit him. “NO, please, no more!”

Both of his eyes rose as he turned towards another door as it came from behind there. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a way to look in so he couldn’t tell what was going on.

“I’ll do anything! No more!” A second voice called out. “NO, DON’T PUT IT THERE NOHOHOHOHAHAHHAHAHAHA!”

That last voice caught Mowgli off guard as the voice is frantic and pleading, yet he didn’t understand what was saying…but could understand the mysterious laughter, which puzzled the child. “What is going on? Am I not the only one here? And what is with the laughing, what’s so funny?”

He could hear more voices, pleading before nothing but laughs took over, for some reason making the boy shudder for some reason. He only came back to his senses as another beep is heard as another door is opened, the robot wheeling Mowgli inside, causing both his eyes to widen upon seeing the new room.

It happened to be some kind of bathing area. The room itself is large, the floor and part of the wall covered with smooth tile, with some drain holes installed. Yet that wasn’t the odd thing. Before the boy happened to be some kind of odd-looking rack. Many rectangular holes lined the rack, except for one part where there is a large solid circle. Four hooks lined each corner yet at one end is a large yellow spinning brush. On either side happened to be a stand, each one holding a mechanical hand, washing brush, scrub brush and a sponge, a stiff one. Right above the rack were three nozzles, what came out of them he had no idea.

Mowgli’s stared at the odd sight in confusion, horror and is captivated by it. This object is so foreign and new to him he is both horrified and amazed by it. He is so entranced by the object he couldn’t stop something being slipped onto his wrists and ankles. Jumping he looked down and found some kind of odd rubbery cuffs. They fit on his limbs tight, yet were flexible, but not enough to slip them off. They each had four D-hooks on them where something could be slipped on to hold him. Once again, his struggles were renewed as the robot took him closer to the device.

“Let me go, I’m not going on there!” the boy figured out what was going on, kind of, and didn’t want it to happen. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop as the robot released his feet first and attached ankle cuffs to two of the hooks on the rank, effectively restraining them. It then proceeded to do the same with his arms. Mowgli hissing as his clothed rear touched the cold circle in the middle of the rack. Yet he couldn’t stop as his wrists were then locked into the hooks on the top of the rack. In mere moments Mowgli’s is restrained to the rack, moving about but unable to free his hands or feet.

It was then the most unthinkable thing happened to the boy.

His eyes rose in horror as the robot then reached with one of its mechanical hands and cleanly ripped his loincloth off. His mouth dropped as his only piece of clothing is removed from his body, leaving him completely naked and exposing his small cock and balls.

“H-Hey give that back!” Mowgli struggled as he watched the robot take the red garment and now started to leave the room. “No, don’t take it!”

His plead fell on deaf ears as the door clothed, leaving Mowgli alone in this new room, naked, and his only possession gone. That loincloth meant a lot to the boy and now it is taken from him. It was almost as if a piece of himself was taken as he could do nothing about it. Little did he know that is the least of his worries. A whirring sound echoed in the room, startling the boy as he looked down. His small penis now in view, but he looked passed that. The yellow roller slowly started to spin, causing Mowgli to pull on his legs as his feet were dangerously close to the bristles. This wasn’t good and didn’t want those

touching him.

It was then the nozzle above him started spraying water down onto his body. Mowgli had to close his eyes as some hit him, but the nozzles moved side to size, dousing his body with the cool liquid and soaking his body up. Yet at the same time some suds started to form all over his body as the water is laced with soap.

“AH!” he jumped as he felt something touch his feet. Looking down he could see that the spinning brush had finally made contact with his feet. The sensation was odd as those soft bristles kept brushing against his rough, calloused soles. It first it itched a bit, yet he then felt more of that soapy water being sprayed at his feet, the soap slowly being absorbed into the skin. The feeling caused the boy to pull against his restraints, trying to get away from that brush, but the hooks held his feet in place as they couldn’t go anywhere.

By now Mowgli’s body is covered with the water laced soap, the initial surface of his dirty skin being washed off and being sucked down the drain. It was then something unexpected happened. The three mechanical hands on either side of him and above his head came out, each one grabbed a tool. One grabbed a long scrub brush, the second a handheld brush and the last one a sponge. Before he could fully process it, the tools descended on his body.

“H-Hehehehehey…whahahahat…whahahahahat’s gohohohohohohoing on?!” Mowgli started to giggle as the tools started to clean his body. The scrub brush started to clean his exposed underarms, the hand brush scrubbed at his belly, while the sponge cleaned at his legs. The soapy water helped prevent any friction, but as a result it started to tickle him.

“Nohohohahahhaha…Stahahahah stahahahahap!” Mowgli thrashed out the best he could as those hands continued scrubbing his body. This is an odd sensation for him as he never experienced something like this before. He had no idea why his body was doing this, but he didn’t like it and wanted it to stop now!

The mechanical hands continued their work, cleaning up any dirt spots that is on the body. Good thing they didn’t have ears as they couldn’t hear his laughs no pleads for it to stop, all they were going to do is get the boy cleaned up, and wash away any traces of his previous life in the jungle. Slowly but surely Mowgli’s skin started to lighten up as the filth is washed off of his body.

“NOHOHOOHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mowgli’s laughs went up a notch, yet it came from an unexpected place. As the soapy laced water absorbed into his skin, especially his feet. The annoying itching sensation slowly gave way. The rough and callous soles started to fade slowly, and a new sensation took its place. All the nerves in his feet started to come back to life as the tingling sensation took over and he started to laugh even more. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Mowgli cried and pleaded as tears fell from his eyes. Apparently with the nerves being brought back to life it turns out his feet are incredible ticklish, something the body wasn’t expecting at all.

The boy cried his eyes out, squeezing them shut as he started to thrash about, needing to get his hands or feet free. Yet like before the rack held him in place as he wasn’t strong enough tear and get himself free. All this is doing is draining his energy, and it started to become apparent as he got lightheaded. By now the nozzles above his head started to spray his body, only with regular water, washing away any traces of the soap, yet leaving behind freshly clean, tanned skin that is somewhat red thanks to all that scrubbing. Even his feet were spotless, yet reddish as well. His whole body is spotless now as the robots

did his job…yet they continued working on scrubbing his whole body like there was something still there.

“Stahaha-Staha…Stah-“ Mowgli tried to cry out again but found that his voice failing him as his head got lighter. Soon enough he could no longer laugh anymore as his head just dropped as his body went limp, passing out from the laughter. Despite this the mechanical hands continued to bathe the boy, now having an easier time as he is no longer struggling.

All the while, the last remains of his life in the jungle washed down the drain.