--Felin’s
Log, Entry
no. 2: April 6th, 2007, 2300 hours.
--SubjectID:
RK730H3
Do you know the saying, “curiosity killed the cat”? I happen to find this very amusing, as I’m sure you can imagine why. In my case, it might be that curiosity lured the unwary into the cat’s lair. Today, I found a particularly bold schoolgirl wandering around in my laboratory. To be truthful, I was the one who was startled, at first, especially because this brown-haired girl’s appearance was deceiving. Despite the girlish affectation of tying a yellow ribbon into her dark brown hair, her olive eyes narrowed and she leaned forward with a suspicious glare on her face. “You’re not human,” she said, but it was more a statement of fact, accompanied by a curt nod as she glanced around and examined my laboratory. It really could not be mistaken for anything else… “And this looks like a mad scientist’s laboratory. So that means…” I only nodded, my expression one of wry amusement. “That means you’re an alien who’s come to Earth to do experiments on humans and gather data!” She pointed at me with a big grin on her face, and it was all I could do to keep from sighing in exasperation.
“You’re only half right.” I turned my amused expression into a sinister grin and sauntered towards her. Oddly, she did not bat an eyebrow as I did so, prompting me to wonder if she had ice water in veins or if she just didn’t believe me. My sinister expression could never be in doubt, of course. I grabbed her wrist and grinned. That seemed to break the spell; gasping, she flinched back, trying to pull away from me, and shaking her head. “No, no, no, if you want to do experiments, do them on Mikuru-chan. She’d be much better for experiments. She has a much nicer body than mine, very sensitive, bigger boobs too, and she likes wearing maid and nurse outfits. So let me go and I’ll let you do experiments on her.” I filed the existence of this friend of hers away for possible use at a later date. Vaguely, I wondered how this girl could so quickly jump to offering up her friend for my experiments…
“You’re the one I want,” I said to her, showing my teeth in a grin. She tried to resist me as I tugged on her wrist, the beginnings of uncertainty in her eyes, but I held fast, despite how she dug in her heels and tried to break away. That resistance ended quickly; my tail snuck up on her from below and wrapped her ankles together. Once denied her sense of stability, it was easy to overpower her and twist one arm behind her back to march her forward, though she did complain loudly the whole way. Ignoring her, I led her towards the central area where I kept my various devices… There was no time to be nitpicky, and so I marched her towards a sheet of something black and shimmering slightly in the light. When I untwined my tail from her ankles and gave her a shove forward, she stumbled into it, but before she could impact upon it, the shimmering surface had contorted and re-formed itself in waves, first turning her around so that her back was pressed against the black surface, then forming doughnuts around her wrists and ankles, sliding across the material as if they were waves upon the ocean until she was stretched out quite nicely, against the vertical black sheet.
I ignored her repeated struggles and shouting to take my place at a nearby terminal and, at a more leisurely pace, tapped a few commands into the keyboard. The flexible sheet of plastic upon which the black substance was mounted began to tilt backwards, until it was fully horizontal; then, the ends of the sheet tilted slightly downward while leaving the middle raised, causing the girl’s body to arch slightly. The black substance which held her was a warm, flexible material that almost felt like jelly; it was warm because it was designed, like human muscles, to respond to electrical impulses that would make its molecular bonds expand and contract. It’s a material that I hope will prove invaluable for the construction of functional bipedal artificially intelligent androids. Instead of being restricted by servomotors, this ‘memory gel’ was warm and had the mobility and consistency of sinew and flesh, and could be manipulated by an AI… but as the poor girl discovered, it can also circumvent the capabilities of normal muscles.
This girl, however, did not take any of the remarkable occurrences well, shouting and struggling at me in what I realized was a cute way… cute in that I enjoyed hearing her bluster and try to bluff. None of what she had to say interested me, except for one thing I wanted to hear… “Tell me,” I said to her, letting a claw drift across her stomach, which was somewhat exposed because the shirt of her school uniform was drifting upwards… I could also see the hints of embroidery at her waist, her panties exposed by the angle, but I just let my claw scratch at one tiny spot on the side of her stomach. She let out a noise of protest, which wasn’t really a giggle but sounded more like a complaint; I could see her body twitch and feel her muscles tense, letting me know that, yes, she would be vulnerable… “How did you get in here?” I already knew that; she must have come in through the tunnels where the tiliking lived, though how she passed them mystified me… she was bold enough that I could envision her entering those caves, however.
Despite how she protested against me constantly, she seemed to show an undue interest in the apparatus that held her. From her comments earlier, she definitely seemed to have an interest in this whole ‘alien experimentation’ scenario. A smile flitted across my face as I withdrew my claw and, hitting a recessed button in the side of the desk where the terminal was located, causing a thin tray to slide out with a number of implements on it. Selecting an instrument that looked like nothing more than a handle with a thin wand extending out from it, I flicked the switch, which caused it to give off a low hum and start glowing blue. In reality, all it did was vibrate, as the noise suggested, but the victim’s imagination often filled in more sinister purposes… “Is that a probe?” the girl asked with equal amounts interest and trepidation.
Without answering, I gently began to scratch around her navel with my claw, holding the vibrating stalk in my other hand. “Nyaaaaa! Don’t do that! I’m ticklish!” she said, her voice showing the strain of holding her composure. She seemed very reluctant to smile, but a quivering grin was working its way onto her lips. “I said stop! If you want to tickle, Mikuru-chan is much more ticklish! Kyeeee! Stahhahooppit!” She was tensing up, her stomach quivering under the assault of my claw tracing a slow circle around her navel, but because of the way she was forced to arch, her stomach muscles weren’t doing much to help, and her skin was just taut enough to provide a good amount of friction. Gently, teasingly, my fingers stroked on her stomach, doing nothing more than they had been, but I noticed that she was increasingly losing her composure, complaining less and giggling more… her shirt had started to slide up because of her struggling, until it was caught by the gentle swelling of her breasts, but by that point her entire midsection from hips to ribs was open to me. With a chuckle, I scratched at the side of her rib.
“Your friend might be more ticklish, or so you claim, but you’re plenty sensitive enough to satisfy my needs… and perhaps I’ll go and find your friend after I’m done with you.” I raised the wand, and her eyes tracked it closely. It made me grin inside to see how her eyes got wider the closer it got to her bare stomach… particularly her navel. When I gently touched the vibrating wand to her side, she squealed, and tried to arch away from it, but that was in vain, and the wand teased her skin with gentle vibrations… this in particular seemed to send her into a particular brand of hysteria. Remembering how defensive she had been about her navel, I had to fight my urge to slide the vibrating tip into her little bellybutton, but I forced myself to remain under control and gently slid the tip towards her navel, coming close and teasing the rim, and watching her start to shiver and giggle and fight her bonds, then sigh with relief even through her giggles as the tip glided away…
I removed the wand from her skin and continued with just scratching her rib lightly, very lightly, more rubbing it than tickling, but her whole body went rigid… She was trying to anticipate me, and in her mind she tried to duplicate the devious thoughts I was acting on. And in her mind, this withdrawal was just preparation for a strike on her most delicate spot. She looked at the wand as if it were an implement of the most fiendish torture in the world. Maybe it was, to her, and as I lowered the wand towards her midsection once more, she gritted her teeth and fought the giggles that were the product of a tickling she hadn’t even felt yet… at the last possible second, the wand’s tip slid laterally, touching on the side of her stomach and circling, producing a strangled laugh that sounded like a frustrated groan mixed with a giggle.
“Thihihihahah this is driving meheheheheh nuts!” she squealed, glaring at me. “You s-s-sahhaha AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!” She never got to finish her sentence, though I suspected she had been going to call me a ‘sadist’, but at the moment of her complaint, I slipped the tip delicately into her navel and buzzed around the inner rim. It sent this poor girl into hysterics, her fingers scrabbling desperately at the rings of the memory gel which held her wrists in place, her body fighting the curvature of the platform that made her conform to its position, anything she could think of to bring some relief from the sensation, but her skin quivered with the overwhelming sensation she could not dispel, sending a tingling of ticklish sensation through her body that did not abate but came in waves as the wand’s tip probed into the deepest recesses of her navel and then slid back out to circle the rim, probing this way and that, examining every aspect of her ticklish orifice.
Soon her olive eyes were shut tightly, pretty cheeks flushed pink from the effort of all that laughing. Despite her claims of her friend’s vulnerability, her own sensitivity had proven to be quite high. Little traces of wetness had formed, making her eyelashes glisten, and it was then that I finally clicked the wand off and let my claws roam gently around her stomach, tickling lightly and softly until she calmed down enough to breathe normally. Her eyes opened, and though she was still flushed from giggling, she spitted me with that suspicious stare that she had used when I first saw her. “I… get it. You must be a mad scientist scheming to take over the world by tickling girls into submission, right? Right?”
“That’s
right, and I’ll come after you again, if you tell anyone about this.” I
doubted
the threat would stick. But I also doubted that she would be able to
keep her
mouth shut, and here I saw my opportunity to hide behind the truth. No
one
would believe her if she admitted to being held captive and tortured by
a
neko-jin who tickled her. The irony of it made me smirk… reaching up to
her
face, I tickled her ears and her chin lightly, earning a “Nyaaaa!” of
protest
before I unlaced the yellow ribbon in her hair and tied it over her
eyes. Thus
blindfolded, I tapped a key on the terminal to release her, then held
her wrist
and let my tail wrap around one ankle so she could not run or remove
the
blindfold as I led her to the door in the back of my laboratory that
connected
to the tilikings’ tunnels. “Now be a good girl and forget you ever came
here,
okay?” I gave her another gentle push out into the dark cavern and
rolled a
small but powerful flashlight in after her. “Take the flashlight and
you should
be able to find your way out.” Closing the door behind her, I keyed the
pad
next to it to lock it, and keep it locked for the next ten minutes. I
really
need to put more security on these tunnels…