Laboratory 2A-3

You decide that abandoning your hiding spot carries more risks than it's worth and you simply try to squeeze in closer between the two machines. It's a difficult process, because you don't want to get caught, yet you need to move fast enough or you won't be able to hear what's being said. As you wriggle forward, you hope that they do not hear you, but the machines cooperate and do not creak or otherwise protest at your intrusion, and soon the low voices begin to resolve themselves into words you can start to make out. "...that I wouldn't... when you tickled," you catch the tall, athletic girl saying, concluding a sentence. A bet, perhaps? Had the catgirl bet the tall girl that she wouldn't be able to keep her weights in the air while being teased? It would make sense, but what was the point? You strain to listen to more, hoping not to miss any words from the catgirl's reply:

"I wasn't even trying very hard... and I was being nice," she said, tickling gently again at the ribs of the taller girl, making her wiggle with soft laughter. "I could have tickled spots that were far more sensitive..." Laughing softly, the catgirl backs away for a moment, leaving the other girl standing there, with her arms still over her head.  You can't see what the catgirl picks up from the table she goes over to, but she returns with a black strip of cloth, which she affixes over the eyes of the tall girl, and then nods. The taller girl takes a deep breath and steadies herself, awaiting the next assault, apparently. But the catgirl only presses up against her back, hands rubbing on the exposed stomach of the athlete, and she begins to speak softly, yet not so softly that you cannot hear her. And, it becomes apparent as she starts to speak that her voice seems to be carrying a note of mesmerization... "Now look at you," she cooes softly, rubbing the firm stomach of the girl who is now starting to quiver gently...

"You still think that you won't move, do you? But you know how ticklish you were the first time, and that's when you could see what I was doing. Now you can't see what I'm doing at all, you can only feel... your only active senses are smell, hearing and touch... so, because your sight is gone, your hearing and feeling are heightened. And all you  have to listen to is my voice, flowing into your ear gently and painting a picture for your mind to visualize, while your skin punctuates that image with intense feelings..." The tall girl is starting to quiver and giggle, even though you can see that the catgirl has yet to even start tickling. Her only action thus far has been to rub in a slow circle on the tall girl's stomach. Based on her previous experiences, though, it's not hard to infer that the tall girl is on tenterhooks the whole time, waiting for the inevitable transformation of soft rubbing to tickling. The wait is what teases her mind now, and it's obviously what the catgirl seeks to exploit.

"Now all you can do is wait for me to start tickling, and all that stops your arms from moving are your muscles and your willpower. How long will those hold out...? These muscles are very strong," she cooes, caressing the brown-haired girl's biceps gently. "You train them every day to be strong... but what about your mind, and your willpower? Are they strong, too? Or is that the chink in your armor? Knowing how ticklish you are, can you hope to keep from moving when I start to tease your skin...? Tickling your ribs gently, my claws gliding against the taut skin, eliciting laughter. The reaction, the urge to cover yourself is overpowering... your muscles quiver, your mind wavers..." The catgirl's claws are indeed teasing the girl's ribs, but only very, very slowly, agonizingly slow. Still, the mind games have had an effect, and a huge ticklish smile has spread on the girl's face... The catgirl opens her mouth to say something as her claws trace over the girl's underarms, but that has proven to be the limit; her arms fall, and the weights clang to the ground noisily, making you jump. The brown-haired girl holds the catgirl's wrists in place, panting and giggling, twitching with feelings imagined but not realized...

You notice that one of the weights has fallen near your hiding spot and rolled against the console. After letting the catgirl go, the tall girl has moved to retrieve her weights; she picks up the first one and starts this way. You realize you'll be spotted if you remain, and so you quickly breathe out, wiggling out from between the machines, and beating a hasty retreat from the room, running to the exit before anyone sees you. Not that you've done anything wrong, but a nagging voice inside your mind tells you that to be seen would be trouble...

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