Hasana Prison: Mowgli P5 (And Part 2 of Story) (Pixiv Fanbox)

More of Mowgli in Hasana Prison! I wanted to cover the last scene of part 2 of the story that was recently written. Part 2 covers the last two parts of the image set I did featuring Mowgli and his stay at Hasana Prison, in addition to these brand new images. Here are the links to the other images covered in the story: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/70946641 https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/70967989 Mowgli in Hasana Prison Part 2 Mowgli’s head is spinning as he started to come to, disoriented and no idea where he was. Part of him thought he had been dreaming before, his torture and forced bath being all in his head. Yet his eyes started to open, blinking a few times, and it was then there was a jolt to his system as his body instantly awoke and the fear returned back to him. He looked around the cold, eerie room and realized that it wasn’t a dream. “Oh no…w-where am I now!?” Mowgli asked out loud, despite no one being there, nor could they understand him. Last thing he remembered is the awful bath he had to endure but then passed out before they even finished. Now, he seemed to be in a different kind of room…and is in a vertical position. Looking down the boy is surprised to find himself bound to some kind of odd-looking metal bar. It is square and pretty thick and is standing at a forty-five-degree angle. Plus, his hands and legs seemed to be bound to the bar. Upon closer inspection he found that the same rubber cuffs were still locked around his wrist and ankles, the same ones that held him to the rack when he had his bath. Both of Mowgli’s arms were raised above his head, exposing his underarms. While his legs were bent at a ninety-degree angle, his soles facing back, and very much exposed. Yet, there is another thing the boy had noticed…his body is totally clean! All the dirt and grim he accumulated in the jungle had been scrubbed off, and his tan skin now had a healthy pink tint to it, plus…it looked softer? Little did he know that after passing out the mechanical hands rubbed his body down with more of the special soaps, which softened his rough, calloused flesh. After so many coats the boy is left with baby smooth skin, soft to the touch…and sensitive to the touch as well. Mowgli looked down and frowned as he could see his penis, small and exposed. His legs tried to cross but he couldn’t cover himself. That’s right that stupid machine took his loincloth, his only piece of clothing. He had to somehow get free and find it…let little did he know is that garment had long sense been destroyed, no prisoner here is allowed to keep anything of their past. *Thud!* Mowgli jumped as he heard that sound, now taking in more of his surroundings. It was he noticed three odd looking things. There were two box like objects standing on either side of him, about leveled with his belly yet with two strange holes in both of them. The oddest thing happens to be is what is in front of him. A smaller looking box, which had some kind of odd trap door to it. Yet, the boy’s legs crossed on instinct as he realized that it’s positioned right in front of his crotch. He wasn’t sure why, but he got a really bad feeling about this. And boy was he right. *Thud!* Looking to his right both of Mowgli’s eyes widened as he saw two mechanical hands coming out of the first box. Looking to his left his heart sunk as he saw two more coming out of the second box to his left. His heard is racing as he remembered what those hands did to him, so out of reaction he started to struggle, and tried to get free. He pulled on his arms and legs, grunting hard to try and free them. Yet like with his bath his limbs are firmly stuck in place and aren’t going anywhere. “Ah!” Mowgli jumped as he felt the right hard, cold, hand rub at his belly. His teeth gritted in order to stop a giggle to come out. That was odd, where did that come from? His belly normally didn’t give off a sensation like that. “Aha!” he let out as the second hand on the left rubbed up his smooth side, up to his underarm. “L-Leave me alone!” Mowgli shouted, jumping again as those secondary hands then started to rub a hand down his legs, causing the boy to squirm. What in the world is going on? Why is his body so sensitive? He had no idea why, but he thinks it has to do with the bath earlier. “N-Nohoh..nohohohohohohoahahahhahaha,” Mowgli started to laugh as both of the upper mechanical hands started to tickle away at his exposed underarms. The boy tried pulling down, to protect the sensitive hollows but is unable to. The rubber cuffs held his arms in place and aren’t giving. “NOhohohohohohahahhahahstahahahahahastahahahahahahap!” Mowgli cried out as he felt the lower hands now tickling away at his feet. This totally surprised Mowgli big time, since as far as he could remember he never really got a sensation from his soles. Yet, those robotic hands easily glided across his smooth soles. The fingers tickling the arches, ball and center of the soles. Mowgli is in hysteria as he struggled about in his restraints, those mercurous hands tickling away at his newly sensitive body. The boy struggled but couldn’t get away from the tickles. He didn’t want this, he hated this, especially from what happened at the bath. Now here he is being tickled once more. “Plehehehehehehease!” Mowgli cried out as one hand went down and tickled at his belly, which is stretched a bit and making the skin taut. The hands at his feet then proceeded to tickle at his toes, “NOHOHOAOHAHAHAHAHHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Mowgli’s laughs went up a notch at this. Little did he know that the box in front of him started to open up, the boy too busy to notice. The frontal trap door flopped open…and some kind of odd tentacles came out! They were small, slim and pink, and happened to be four of them. They moved as if they were alive, twirling and whipping around as they extended out of the box…and headed for the boy’s crotch! “AH!” Mowgli jumped as he felt something touch his cock. Looking down, despite his laughter, both eyes widened as he saw those tentacles stroke and graze at his dick. The boys shivered as they made contact with his sensitive length, sending and odd sensation through his body. This feeling was so foreign to him, yet it…felt good? Mowgli then moaned as one of the tentacles wrapped around his small shaft, gripping it like it was a hand. The tentacles moved up and down, stroking and tickling the shaft at the same time. This caused Mowgli to moan out loud and gyrate his hips, trying to get away from those tentacles. The feeling was good but he didn’t want anything these things were giving him. “NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHSTAHAHAHAHAHAHNOHOHOHOHOMORE!” Mowgli laughed and moaned, feeling the hands tickling his underarms, belly, feet, and now crotch. The rest of the tentacles were now tickling his pubic region, they easily slide across the smooth skin, causing more of that tickly sensation to course through the boy. The rest then tickled at his balls, wiggling over each orb. Yet, for some reason he noticed that his cock…is getting hard? It’s slowly getting firm, and extending like a pole, sticking up between his legs. This isn’t good as it only gave the tentacle more spots to tickle. Tears were now streaming down Mowgli’s face as he is being tickled in all different ways, his body having a small overload as he couldn’t properly deal with this. The tickling on his body, the stroking on his dick, this is all new to him and it’s too much. He didn’t think it could get even worse. ……………………….. Apparently, he was wrong once more. “NOAHOAHOHOAHOAOHAOPLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE NOHOHOHOHOHOMORE!” Mowgli cried out, in his entirely new position he found himself in. After an undetermined amount of time the tickling had stopped, leaving Mowgli’s face flushed as tears soaked his face. He had been laughing so much that it rendered him a bit disoriented. It was then the same robot that carried him to the bath came, and easily strapped the boy to his table and wheeled him somewhere else. Mowgli was out of it mostly and couldn’t fully focus on his surroundings. The next coherent things he realized is that he now is in a different room, seated on some kind of curved, padded seat. There was some kind of frame attached to the seat, Mowgli had no idea what it was for, but soon found out. His cuffed hands were then tied down to some hooks below the seat, keeping them down and out of the way. His feet were then lifted up, above his head and inserted into some kind of padded holes. The padding inflated, trapping his feet in place and not allowing him to pull out. Right now, he sat down, leaning back, feet up and with his small round ass exposed for anyone to see, his erect cock still stiff between his legs. Mowgli had no idea what was going on nor was he told of what is going on. The next thing he found out is that some kind of rope is then tied around his toes, pulling them back and rendering them taut. He worriedly then looked around, trying to get free once more, only to realize that he couldn’t. Yet, that wasn’t the only bad thing. His heart sank as he saw that two similar boxes from the last torture were standing on either side of him. “N-NO, NO MORE!” Mowgli cried out as something came out, but it wasn’t hands, it was worse than hands. Two large brushes came out, attached to mechanical arms. They aimed themselves at his exposed soles, Mowgli tried to pull them away and curl his toes on instinct but couldn’t. He jumped as something dripped on his soles. Some kind of clear liquid is coming out of the brushes, dropping onto his soles. Finally, the brushes touched his feet and started to move, scrubbing his soles, and spreading the liquid. “NOHOHOHOAHHAHAHAHHANOTTHAHAHAHAHAHAT!” he laughed out as those brushes tickled so much. The bristles glided across the soles, causing no discomforting friction of any kind. They easily moved up and down, covering mostly all his feet. Tears started to fall down from the boy’s eyes once more as it started to become too much all too soon. More and more of the liquid poured down onto his feet, causing it to spread on his soles and being absorbed into the skin. More and more tears fell down from his eyes as his feet received the tickling of a lifetime. Yet, it hadn’t even begun yet. All of a sudden something new appeared in front of Mowgli. Some kind of long handheld device, which had some kind of fleshy like ring attached. Which had a hole in the middle of it. Worse thing is that it’s situated between the boy’s legs! Mowgli could do nothing as the device moved and the fleshy ring then placed itself around the boy’s small, erect cock. The object gripped the length firmly and snugly. Then it happened. *Buuzzzzzzzzzzzzz!* The device turned out, vibrating and sounding almost like a bunch of bees buzzing. What the boy didn’t know that it’s a vibrator, and it had the ring specially made to fit his size cock. Now on the device moved up and down, the fleshy ring moving and stroking the sensitive length, stimulating and making it seem like someone one is jerking the cock. “OOooohhhhhhh!” Mowgli managed to moan over his laughs as the vibrations produced the funny feeling in his loins. They felt…amazing and almost…like it’s something he would enjoy, but he also tried to resist as he didn’t want anymore of what this place is giving him. He tried twisting and moving his hips, but his cock remained in place, with that vibrating ring still around his length. His head fell back as he laughed and moaned at the same time. Yet, the more that vibrator kept going to more transfixed Mowgli became to the pleasure between his legs. He could feel a pressure building up, odd as he had no idea what this could be. Yet he could feel something trailing up deep down in his body and making its way to…his cock? That pressure kept increasing and increasing until it felt as if it couldn’t be contained. “W-What…What is…it’s…Ah…Ah…AHHHHHHHHHH” Mowgli cried out, eyes squeezing shut and head falling back once more as cum shot out of his cock. A small, yet healthy, load fired out from the tip of his cock and into the air. A small euphoric sensation overcame the youth as his mind no longer focused on the intense tickling but he…enjoyed…the new feeling that overcame him. It was pleasant, and good…a feeling that the boy enjoyed as he forgot his current situation. He has no idea what his body did, but it was something big. Unfortunately, it came to an end all too quickly. “EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Mowgli cried out as his laughter came back, the feeling of the brushes returning, but it felt much worse than before. What the boy didn’t know is that after having an orgasm his body becomes more sensitive for a temporary amount of time. This came in effect as it washed over the child’s body, making the tickles on his feet even worse. Senses brought back Mowgli tried to get his feet away from the brushes but like before they were stuck firmly in the air. To make matters worse the vibrator didn’t stop at all! The boy’s cock is sensitive after having his orgasm, but it kept going and caused Mowgli to squirm in discomfort. He wanted that vile thing to stop but it kept going and going. And soon enough he could feel that same kind of pressure building up, but only quicker this time. He wasn’t sure why but all he knew is that whatever he did it was about to happen again. “”NOHOHOHOHOHOHOAHOHOAHA….N-NOT…AGAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAIN!” his head is thrown back as another powerful load of cum shot out of his dick, not as full as the first but still powerful enough. This did it for the boy’s mind as his eyes rolled back in his head as he temporarily blacked out. Mowgli had no idea where to put himself as he started to come to…exhaustion and fatigue filling the boy’s body as his eyes opened up. For a moment he thought he would still be on that machine but to his surprise he wasn’t. Instead he felt himself moving. Both eyes wearily rose as he found himself strapped to that table like robot, who has him strapped down and wheeling him down a long hall. The boy is too tired to try and resist, instead he could feel an odd tingly sensation between his legs. Looking down he could see his cock, which is now limp. He has no idea what happened or what shot out of him like that. Memories of his wolf family, how during mating season a male and female would get together and reproduced to have puppies. For some reason this reminded Mowgli of that in some way. He's too caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that they stopped. The hands on the robot freed and grabbed the boy. Mowgli looked ahead and is surprised to see some kind of hole. The whole happens to be the prison cells for all the prisoners in Hasana. The whole wall had door handles attached to the wall, each one with a number lock. The cells were long, horizontal holes that stretch about six feet forward. On the so-called floor, of the cell is a bed. A long skinny mattress which fit perfectly. There is a pillow but no blanket as the cells are kept really warm. The ceiling is low, preventing the prisoners from standing up. They could get on their hands and knees but not any higher. The cell forces the inmates to lay down within. Mowgli is then forced into the cell, lying down on the mattress on his belly. The boy couldn’t fight at all as he’s stuffed into the cell. Once fully in the door is closed, engulfing the boy in darkness as it’s locked. Mowgli laid there in the cell, panting and just lying on the soft surface. Was it over? Is he finally being left alone? Either way he blew a sigh of relief and tried to move about in the cell. “Huh…soft…never seen a bed like this before…but it’s comfy,” Mowgli said as he figured he would try and sleep things off. After the day he had, he needs a long nap after the day he had…or night, he has no idea what time of the day it is. So, remaining on his belly the boy rested his head on the pillow, ready to just lull off. “Huh!?” he said as something grabbed him! He tried looking around but, in the darkness, he couldn’t see at all. He struggled the best he could but found his whole body pinned down to his bed. Little did he know is that there are a few small cameras placed around the cell. The night vision turned on as someone on the other end can see clearly. They can see a naked boy struggling within the confines of the small cell, many straps had been activated and were now locked in place, securing the prisoner to his bed. Now that he’s immobile, something new happened. Mechanical hands came out of the sides, two of them bent his legs so his feet were now facing up. Just then two hands were added in…grabbing onto the boy’s ass cheeks and spreading them open. “Wh-Whoa, what’s going on!?” he asked, in confusion, feeling all this going on but can’t seeing. “Eehehehehahahahahahahahahaha!” Mowgli started to laugh as he felt those same light touches to his feet. “Nohohohohohohnoohohohohohot agahahahahahain!” Through the camera’s Night vision two of the hands could be seen tickling at his soften soles, giving the prisoner some extra attention. Just then both of his eyes bugged out as an entirely new feeling hit him, “NO, GET OUT OF THERE!” Mowgli felt something softly bristly touching the inside of his asshole. This is an entirely new feeling he could have never fathomed. He felt an intense tickly sensation going through his body, his cock responding to this almost immediately. Mowgli thrashed about, trying to get away from the object, but the hands held his ass in place, as whatever is touching him kept going. Through the Night vision camera feed, which is pointed at the lower half of the boy. You can see the hands still holding the ass cheeks apart, but there is a third hand, which held a feather, and is dipping it into the boy’s young asshole, tickling the rim with it. The boy is squirming around like he’s on fire, laughs and moans escaping him as his asshole is tickled more, along with his feet. Mowgli could do nothing as this happened and it didn’t seem to stop. Outside his cell there is a digital screen on the door, which held some text on it. One phrase said: Hibernation mode engage, Sweet Dreams prisoner. Right under it is a second line of text. Morning Schedule: Another long bath. Mowgli had no idea what is going on, but he longs to leave and escape this place. Little did he knows is that he’s trapped here…for life, to be pleasured and punished for trespassing. END