--Felin’s
Log Entry
no. 1:
--SubjectID:
NC202C1
I confess that today’s subject had caught my eye upon leaving her high school’s culture festival and that her chosen attire contributed to my decision to see what I could do with her. Upon transporting her to my laboratory, I decided that I would restrain her in a simple position, standing straight up and down with her arms shackled above her head. I did not remove the red dress she had been wearing, nor any other part of her attire; she was more than exposed enough for my tastes as it was. She was secured to a shiny metallic column in my laboratory, the black-and-silver shackles set into the side adjusted to her height through nanometallic manipulation. I allowed her ankles to remain unrestrained. Finally, I secured a black strip of cloth over her eyes, and while I waited for her to come to, I stroked her cheek gently. Her skin was soft, a pleasant feeling under my fingers. She reacted to my touch even in sleep, smiling and mumbling as I traced a claw delicately along the curve of her jaw and down over her throat. The girl even leaned into my hand, and I distinctly remember smiling, stroking her hair gently until she awoke.
She gasped, and struggled, as most subjects do when they regain consciousness, her arms tugging futilely at the shackles which held her wrists. Only a high-powered laser and patience would cut those bonds, so I had no fear that she would pull free. Sometimes I chose to make my presence unknown for a little while, to see how the subject reacted to their situation; however, my body was pressed against her side from the start, so she was aware of me as soon as she awoke. Without a word I reached up and let my fingers gently splay out, lightly teasing her upper arm with slight strokes of my claws. I was pleased to see her immediate reaction; with a soft gasp, she tensed up, arching her back and letting out a light giggle. “No, nononono, don’t do that,” she breathed softly, shaking despite the fact that my fingers had not drifted past her bicep.
Smiling, I continued my gentle teasing, letting my claws trace over the gentle curves of her upper arm. Her muscle, while not defined, was easy to locate with just a little probing, and I used its curvature to guide the path of my claw against her soft skin. I could feel her body quiver as my gentle touch traced against her upper arm, the corners of her soft lips twitching upwards into a smile she tried to suppress. I was very pleased to note her reaction, and while I had been content to let my claws drift up and down against her biceps, I now let them hover at the cusp of her underarms. The poor girl was nearly giggling herself silly already, and took the time to turn her head towards me, whispering gently, in a voice quivering with barely suppressed laughter: “P-please don’t do it…”
Baring my lips in a smile that she could not see, I lowered my claws to her quivering skin once more, tracing ‘round the hollows of her arms, and grinning as she started to arch her back off of the column. Her squealing and squirming was most delightful to my ears, all the more so because it had the breathy whisper of one who has not quite yet lost control and is struggling valiantly to keep it… Her whole body was tense, eyes shut tight as her smile grew wider and wider, my claws slipping beneath the teardrop-shaped hole for her arm to tease at the sides of her breasts and ribs for a moment. The mere action of my fingers sliding beneath her clothing sent her into spasms, accompanied by breathy giggles, but she managed to bring herself back under control, just barely, as I returned to circling her smooth underarms.
She bounced on her tiptoes, fighting the restraints on her wrists and struggling back and forth to try and throw me off, but I shifted my weight to pin her shoulder to the column and suddenly stopped tracing around to suddenly tickle at her underarm quickly, for the barest moment. As I had hoped, the delightfully sensitive girl squealed, but stopped laughing when my fingers withdrew… Yet, from my position, pressed up against her body, she had to know that my claws were nearby… I allowed a minute to pass, with nothing more than the sounds of our breathing in the air, her lip quivering as her body’s tension gradually loosened. Ever so slowly, I began to spider my claws on her side, leading her to squeal again, then tense up and shudder as the tapping claws marched up from her ribs to approach the fringes of her underarm…
As my claws finally touched upon the tender, smooth skin of her underarm, the girl gave a great shiver, and unable to hold back for more than a moment, let loose into a cascade of giggles that washed down over my body, making me tingle with glee. Her body arched as she tried to pull away from the column, legs trying to kick as if that would somehow free her, but none of it would save her from the claw that was gently stroking up and down her hollow. I wonder if perhaps the slow and deliberate motion of my claw contrasting with her frantic movements simply served to drive her into further hysteria… Nevertheless, I would not stop now, savoring the feeling of the girl’s body pressing against mine in the midst of her futile attempts to escape. Her breast quivered softly and erratically as she tried to breathe properly, but every time she seemed to regain control of herself, I let some of my claws drift into her dress and tweak a rib, which sent her into a fresh spasm of giggling.
I teased her like this for some time, all while listening to her pleas for me to stop and smirking at her increasingly frantic efforts to escape. Eventually I did stop, noticing that she didn’t seem to have been protesting a whole lot during that episode. During her break, she seemed more focused on catching her breath than pleading for release or cursing at me. Some subjects show themselves to be remarkably foulmouthed and I take great delight in teaching them that foul language will be punished. In any case, when it seemed like she had calmed down some, I delicately lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the white cotton panties she wore, and held my fingers at the ready. She gave a start, squeaking, then her cheeks went a little red. “Please, not there!”
“Not where?” I asked, fairly purring the question, and she didn’t respond, so I let my fingertips drift along her waist slowly, back and forth, tickling at her stomach and hips… she fairly exploded as my fingers drifted back and forth, following the curve of her pubic bone, where the thighs met the hips. This drove the poor girl quite mad… she was trying so very hard not to explode, and I kept her on the very edge of losing control. Back, and forth, scratching on the hip, teasing the upper part of her thigh, lightly spidering on the lower part of her stomach, all while her lip and stomach quivered fitfully. It was a lovely sight…
I continued on like this for quite a while. Before long, this hapless girl had melted into my arms, dissolving into helpless laughter while I stroked and teased her supple skin, never once removing any bit of her clothing. I find it sometimes more fun to simply go around and through clothing instead of just taking it off. Because of how this girl had been positioned, I never did get a good shot at her feet, but it was just as well, because when I released her from the shackles, she could barely keep her footing… “Oh god… it’s finally over,” she said with a giggle, flailing about with her arms and looking for something to support herself with. She reached for the blindfold as well, but I caught her wrists and gently guided her out of my lab, allowing her to lean on me.
After she
had drank a glass of water to soothe her parched throat, she was asleep
a few
minutes later, thanks to the drug that lulled her into a gentle sleep,
and soon
she was on her way back home, a content smile on her face the last I
saw.