Laboratory 2B-2


Someone who would strip, tie down, and blindfold someone surely deserves at least a little in the way of payback. You keep a firm grip on the catgirl's wrists, although at this point she isn't likely to struggle her way out of anything. And your fears of a demonic tormentor are allayed as, after a minute or two more, the spikey blonde ceases tickling, finishing with gentle caresses of the catgirl's forearms. She smiles as the catgirl breathes deeply but steadily, displaying outward calm and regaining her mental balance. That is, until the spikey blonde reaches into a pocket and pulls out what seems to be a hairbrush for cats. The feline's eyes go saucer-wide at this and her struggles become more pronounced. Yet, with a kind of morbid curiosity, you refuse to let her go, wanting to see what this girl will come up with next.

Sliding back, the spikey blonde gets up, leaving the catgirl alone in the chair for a moment as she drags over another chair, this one an older-looking wooden chair with a framework of sorts for the back, with vertical posts supporting the upper part of the back. This she turns around so that the back faces the catgirl, then with a minimum of fuss gets her feet in between the posts and ties them so that they sit in the seat of the chair. All the while, the catgirl is wriggling, giggling softly and trying not to thrash helplessly. Thus situated, the spikey blonde teases the catgirl for a minute with the brush before starting to stroke it along the soft fur of her feet, one white, one black.

The catgirl starts going crazy as the brush strokes her sensitive soles. The wooden chair comes off of the floor a bit and settles back down with a bang, and the spikey blonde puts a foot on the seat of the chair to keep the catgirl still as she teasingly runs the stiff bristles of the brush up and down the smooth soles trapped before her. Soon the catgirl's struggles have ceased once again as she simply tosses her head and laughs helplessly. You notice that the spikey blonde is not tickling as hard as she could be, and as a result, the girlish giggling coming from the catgirl's mouth is rather cute.

All the while the blonde is teasing her feline captive, keeping up a constant stream of teasing compliments. "Your feet are so soft. I wish mine were this pretty." "Your fur is so silky. I'm going to brush it to keep it nice and soft, ok?" "You're so cute like that. I bet you could attract every guy within a hundred yards giggling like that." At the last, she throws a glance in your direction, and the teasing smile on her face burns a blush onto yours. Swallowing past a suddenly dry throat, you concentrate on keeping the catgirl sitting, although at this point it's not likely that she'll go anywhere. Indeed, the spikey blonde is winding down her brushstrokes, and the catgirl finally lets out a sigh and a giggle as the tickling stops completely. "Well, I figure that's enough for this time," the blonde remarks, putting the hairbrush on a nearby terminal and standing up. "We're done here. Thanks for your help," she says with a casual wave over her shoulder as she disappears out the door. You give the feline scientist a quick look before releasing her and hurring after the blonde. You have no desire to find out what the catgirl might try to do if you stick around for too long.

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