A tough day

A Tough Day


It just took seconds to strip the hanging cat-girls, but to TK it felt much longer. She could hardly believe this was happening. She was suspended by her ankles in nothing but her white knee socks and underwear, watching the last green shred of cloth from her pants fall to the floor.
“Now that you’re dressed properly, let’s get you girls washed up,” the henchman with the knife announced. The other men reacted, removing the belts around the cat-girls’ waists and then proceeded to take off the cuffs around their arms and thighs. Now the girls were only restrained by the ankle-cuffs, the chain holding them to the ceiling and their mittens.
Sonya seemed much to exhausted to realize this chance, but TK was not going to let it slip by. Her fingers were useless, balled into fists inside their mittens, but there was nothing keeping the hot tempered heroine from using those fists. When her first arm was freed, she let it dangle down, like Sonya, but as soon as the henchman released her second hand from her thigh, she let out the anger that had been suppressed all day long.
A straight punch to the nose sent the first henchman to the floor. The second one tried to step out of her range, but she grabbed him around the chest, just in time. The other team had tasers ready and fired, but TK twisted her body, so the poor henchman captured in her grip took the painful projectiles for her. TK dropped the stunned guard and lost no time bending upward to reach her legs. But then she heard another click above. She didn’t know what it meant, but she decided, that she didn’t want to find out. Before the tigress reached her feet though, she did find out. The guard behind her had just released the chain suspending her. TK dropped to the floor before she had the time to bring her hands down under her head. The pain from the fall seemed to flood though her entire body, although she landed on her head. “At least, I’m back on the floor” she thought. But before she could lift her legs off the hook of the chain, it rattled again, pulling her back to the ceiling.
“We can do this as often as you like, kitten.” The henchman at the controls threatened. “You won’t avoid your shower.”
The cat-girl stared at the henchman, the only way for her to express her rage. The man didn’t seem to be impressed, though and stayed calm. “Now let your arms hang to the floor, so we can restrain them.” As soon as the words had settled in, two other men knelt next to TK, pulling two loops from the tiled floor about five feet apart. Her mittens were attached to them, so she was now hanging like an upside down “Y”. She gave the chains a short tug, but found them solid and without slack. “The arms are fine, now take care of their legs!” The guard at the controls commanded. TK looked over to Sonya to see that her encased hands had been strapped down in the same way. Two men were attaching two new chains from the ceiling to her feet and then removed her ankle cuffs. When those chains were pulled tight, Sonya’s legs were spread wide. She cursed into her gag in protest, but had no chance whatsoever to keep them turning her into an upside down “X”. As TK watched the strange scene, two of the men each placed a hand on her sock-clad calves, holding her legs steady. Then they proceeded to spread her legs and immobilize her just like Sonya. She wiggled her soft feet in the shackles, thankful that they were padded. So except for the strange sensation of hanging upside down, this position was kind of comfortable.
But all of a sudden, she twitched. Something cold just touched her foot. Moments later she felt the same tingling on her other foot. It was like something soft was crawling over the soles of her feet. “What’s going on?” The suspended cat-girl was much too surprised to make sense of it. She flexed her stomach and arched her neck again to look up and saw that there were tubes sticking out of the ceiling. And from those tubes came trickles of blue semifluid slime, flowing onto her shackled feet, tickling them as it went. “So this is soap?” she wondered. While TK was still startled by the strangeness of the whole procedure, the stuff oozed past her shackled ankles and down her knee-socked shins and calves. The tingling feeling through her stockings was strange, feeling like insects or snails crawling down her legs. TK winced again as the cold ooze made contact with the hollow of her knee. Now she felt it on her fur for the first time, and she was creeped out by its slow slimy movement down her body, against the grain. As the strange sensation crawled down her thighs, she looked over at Sonya again, who was clearly uncomfortable, trying to shake the feeling of or rub her legs together. “Not used to soap, huh?” TK thought to herself, but she knew that she was just uncomfortable as Sonya. “This stuff hardly even smells like soap, it’s just disgusting. It makes you feel slippery and sticky at the same time.” By now there were two lines of slime running down each of her thighs, and the stream of goo reached her stomach. As it flowed over this particularly ticklish spot, it almost caused TK to laugh into her leather muzzle.
“This is taking forever…” one of the guards complained. One of the others pressed a few buttons on the wall and TK saw more tubes coming from the ceiling poring more of the slime directly onto the cat-girls’ calves, thighs and between their legs. Both of them flinched in unison, as the vile stuff was pretty cold.
The goo had made its way past TK’s breasts now, tickling and tingling as it went. After a few moments it reached her throat, forcing her to throw her head back to avoid any of it to flow into her face. How she hated to expose her throat like that. The tingling sensation on the soft fur under her chin did nothing to attenuate her feeling of vulnerability.
Just as the slime finally started flowing over her muzzle, the tubes in the ceiling stopped secreting the stuff. “It could be worse,” she told herself, watching the liquid drop to the floor. “It doesn’t seem to hurt my skin or fur.”
As it continued to flow down the girls’ bodies TK heard the buzzing of robotic arms. She had heard this sound before and it never meant anything good. Out of the corner of her eye she saw several robotic arms with what seemed like rotating sponges at the end closing in on her immobilized, soapy body.
She expected them to be icy cold, just like everything in this god-forsaken lab, but to her surprise, the rotating sponges were soaked in nice, hot water. They started rubbing the feline’s fur as the touched her, spreading soap and foam all over her body. When she risked raising her head again, hoping none of the stuff would flow into her eyes, she almost burst into laughter. “This is what I look like, too?” She saw Sonya covered in a lair of white foam and bubbles, looked up and saw that her own body was coated in the same mix of water and chemicals. “She looks like a sheep made of soap. If it wasn’t for this chemical stench, this would almost be funny,” she mused.
The robotic arms started roaming around her suspended body, rubbing and scrubbing every spot. The motion, the pressure and the hot water made this shower feel like an expensive massage after running and struggling all day. Nobody noticed, but the defiant cat-girl almost caught herself purring under her muzzle.
When the sponges finally stopped their pleasant treatment, TK’s guard was back up. She knew that whatever would come next, would come from the ceiling and so she looked up. But the robotic arms retreated into their hatches and nothing happened. Then she heard a buzz from below and looked down just in time to see that the floor just below her had opened, revealing a pool of water. The chains holding her arms went slack and just a moment later the ones holding her aloft were loosened, too, sending her plunging into the water.
Several moments passed, leaving TK in panic. She was floating upside down in a cylindrical pool of icy cold water, just deep enough for her. It was dark and too narrow to turn around, even if her feet were free. She thrashed with her leg and struggled frantically with her encased hands, still trapped in the seamless. If this would last much longer, she would drown and that thought just increased her panic.
But just as sudden as her “bath” had started, it came to an end. The chains holding her ankles were pulled tight again, raising her back out of the water. Then the chains connected to her wrists were tightened again and she was once again spread like an “X”.
“I hope you ladies enjoyed the bath.” The henchman taunted. “And I assure you, we can repeat it as often as you like,” he followed up with a threat. “Now that you’re nice and clean, we could start the blow-dryer.”
The promise of warm air after this ice-bath was music to the ears of the two freezing cat-girls.
“But,” he continued, “due to your poor performance in the workout today, Doctor Sadarus’ diagnosis says, that you should dry without the use of such devices.” “That Bastard,” TK cursed silently. “To dumb to set up his twisted experiment and we’re the ones to pay for it.”
And so the girls were left cold, wet and upside down for a few minutes, before the henchmen got several pieces of fabric out of a closet in a wall.
“This will be you pyjamas for tonight,” one of them said, holding up a white straitjacket to Sonya. Another stepped before TK and held up what seemed like a pair of long white gloves. Though they ended in fingerless mittens, just like the ones she was wearing now. “You on the other hand, Kitten,” he added with a cunning grin, “you will receive something special due to your resistance earlier.” Those words send cold shivers down her spine, but still she shot a hateful stare at the guard. “Feisty, huh?” He teased her. “Lower her!” Again the chains in the ceiling started moving, dunking her head into the water. She held her breath for a while, unable to push herself out with her restrained arms. Her lungs burned, craving for air. Fortunately she was pulled out in time, but not by her feet. One of the men had reached into the pool and was now kneeling by next to it, holding the helpless cat-girl’s head just barely over the surface. Not even her muzzle was all the way out of the water. Only her nose stuck out of the cold pool and the exhausted cat-girl took quick, hungry breaths. TK got the message. If she would fight back again, they would just drop her head back under water, cutting off her air supply. “Maybe they’ll watch me struggle for a while before they pull me back out.” She feared. “Or maybe they’ll just repeat the process and wait till I pass out.”
But they did neither as TK didn’t move a muscle. First her captors unlocked the cuff and mitten around her right hand. The cat-girl flexed and stretched her fingers. It felt like an eternity since they had been forced into fists and sealed away in the leather. The man holding her head twitched, reminding the captive heroine, not to do anything heroic.
TK watched, as the seamless white silky sleeve was slowly pulled up her arm and buckled in place just under her shoulder. Additional straps were fastened above and below her elbow, below her shoulder and around her wrists. The mitten encasing her hand was a little wider and more comfortable than the last, allowing her to slightly wiggle her fingers. It was a small relief, but she was grateful for it. They put a similar sleeve on her other arm, buckling it in place with the same diligence as the first. “They look silky and elegant on the outside, but they’re tough and made of leather on the inside,” she noticed. She was now able to move her arms freely again, and to her surprise, the guards didn’t keep her from doing so. She looked at the things from all angles and saw, that they had D-rings worked into them, one at the wrist, one at the elbow and one on her upper arm. “Now”, the henchman doing the talking interrupted her examination, “Since we’ve heard how much you like your elbows tied together, we’ll do you a favour. TK flinched at the mention of this particularly uncomfortable position. She tried to pull her arms out of her captors’ grip, but didn’t succeed. They were holding her steady by the D-rings on her wrists and elbows and slowly brought them together behind her back. “This is for the tasers,” the man she had used as a shield told her, holding up a padlock. With a click it closed behind her back, locking her elbows together firmly, causing her to let out a short whimper of pain. Then the men bent her arms downward, forcing her hands to her shoulders and connected the D-rings on her wrists to those near the top of her gloves. Now her hands were pinned to her shoulders, while her elbows were almost touching. She could hardly believe, just how tantalizing this position was. She had to arch her back, present her breasts and hold up her head at he same time.
“And all because you needed to play the hero…” the henchman teased her.
“Tmmmph mmmpf ooomf mmmmm!” She demanded, her futile struggles only earning her laughter.
The floor below her finally closed again and she was finally released from her suspension. As she knelt on solid ground again she realized, just how light-headed she was feeling. The upside down position hadn’t done her any good and she was slightly dizzy as her sense of balance slowly returned. The henchmen lost no time and dragged her into her cell. “Time for supper, Kitten. Doctor Sadarus has designed these feeding devices especially for the two of you.” One of the men said, pointing to the ceiling. TK looked up and spotted some kind of hose dangling down. She felt one of her guards yank at her collar and got up. “This is how it works,” he explained. “This tube provides you with delicious nutriment pulp.” Just suck on the end and you’ll have a healthy meal.”
TK wasn’t sure how to react. On the one hand, her stomach welcomed any sort of food, and she knew she was starving. On the other hand, she didn’t know what to be most upset about. “I have to suck a tube for food?! I have to suck a tube for disgusting pulp food?! And as soon as I’m out of this mess, they’ll regret those cheesy jokes!” the tigress raged silently.
But she knew she had no choice. When she stepped forward, one of the guards reached behind her back and unbuckled her leather muzzle, but didn’t release it, holding the degrading device tight against her pace by the straps. “Now, we’re gonna take this muzzle off you, unless you try to take advantage of it. Understood?”
TK sent him the most hateful stare she could muster, but quickly remembered the harsh punishment for her last defiant glare. “mmmk,” she mumbled and finally she was free to move her jaw again. But not for long. One of her captors fastened a leather ring around her muzzle and pulled it tight. It hardly interfered with her jaw movement, but she couldn’t slip it off. Then this leather ring around her snout was attached to the ceiling. “Not again,” she thought. She was now forced to crane her neck, stare straight up at the tube dangling over her face and stand on her tiptoes.
“Now dig in, you have about ten minutes to eat. We’ll bring you something to drink later.” With that her guards left the room and locked her in her padded cell.
When she reached for the tube with her muzzle and sucked in the mashed stuff, she was surprised at its taste. It didn’t taste as disgusting as it felt in her mouth. Which still wasn’t good. “It could be worse,” tried to cheer on herself.
Just moments later, it came worse. The door of the cell opened again and a henchman with a band-aid over his nose entered. TK recognized him as the one she had taken out first during her attempt to fight back.
“This isn’t in the protocol,” he said, as he approached the cat-girl and pulled out a cold, metal pair of hand cuffs. “But the boss says, it’s ok if I get even for the punch on the nose.” He grabbed one of TK’s legs and pulled it up. The bound girl had a hard time keeping her balance standing on her tiptoes, biting down on the food tube for support. The henchman closed a cuff around her ankle and pulled down hard on it. TK managed to keep her stance, but couldn’t resist the second cuff closing around her other ankle.
“Just go ahead and keep eating. It’s gonna be a while till you get something again.” He told her. TK did as she was told, and focused on the hose above her again. But as soon as she took in the next bite, her whole body winced and she almost choked on her so called food. The henchman had just touched the sole of her soft, socked foot and was running his finger over it. “That tickles!” TK bit down hard on the tube again to remain standing, but she wasn’t sure how long she could take this. She was pulled up on her tiptoes, unable to place the soles of her feet on the ground, while the man was tickling her. To make things worse, her calves felt like they were on fire, because she could only stand on her toes.
But the henchman didn’t seem to mind that. He gently ran one finger over each of TK’s feet, making it impossible for her to focus or to eat. She wiggled helplessly in her restraints, unaware that she was looking like a fish on a fishing hook, dangling from her muzzle. Her tormentor increased his speed, working on her feet with both hands now, keeping her from eating. “What’s the matter, kitten?” he taunted. “Aren’t you hungry?”
He stopped tickling one foot for a second, allowing TK to stand on her toes with this one. But as soon as she did, he switched the foot, forcing TK to jump from foot to foot on her tiptoes.
“I can’t take this for ten more minutes,” she desperately thought. “And I still need to eat.”
“That’s enough.” A second henchman interrupted her torment. “Doctor Sadarus wants them fed and rested tomorrow.”
With a discontent look on his face the henchman left her cell, leaving TK in her cuffs, stretched between the floor and the ceiling once more.
“Ok, this guy seems to really hate me.” She considered. “But maybe I can work with that. The guards are the weakest link in every prison, after all.”
She was thinking about how to exploit this guard’s weakness slurping down the disgusting food for quite a while. Then the door slid open again and another henchman entered. She was released from the ceiling and the cuffs were taken of her feet. Once again, her only restraints were her gloves and the humiliating collar around her neck.
Finally the guard released the connection between her elbows, giving her arms and shoulders a rest. The cat-girl dropped to the floor breathing heavily, grateful for finally being able to lie down comfortably again. “Good night kitty,” the man teased her.” Make sure to sleep well. The Doc needs you in good shape tomorrow.” And with that he left.
After a while she tried to twist and struggle with her hands in her gloves, but with no success. The elegant devices covered her arms seamlessly from her fingertips almost up to her shoulders. Her encased hands were waving uselessly in the air next to her neck. She couldn’t even cover up her body. “I’m not even wearing a strait-jacket, like her,” TK thought, looking down at her almost naked body. And then her thoughts wandered off to her prison-mate. “Whatever I’m gonna do to get out of here, I’ll have to include the maniac or else, she’ll just foil my plan. She’d just raise the alarm for the heck of it.” TK realized she wouldn’t get out of this prison alone.
The tigress felt like she’d rather be stretched out on one of the Doc’s cold metal autopsy tables than ask her crazy nemesis for help. But she knew that this was exactly what was going to happen, if she wouldn’t bite the bullet.
“Sonya?” she carefully asked, unable to see the other tigress. A few moments of silence passed, until she got a reply.
“What is it?” Sonya’s annoyed voice came back. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“No, I can’t.” TK shot back. “I’m stuck in my cell you know.” She kicked the bulletproof glass door in frustration to underline her point. “Snap out of it and help me think p something useful.”
“You can’t see me,” Sonya mused playfully. “But I am,” she added in a much more serious tone. “And I wouldn’t provoke them any more if I were you. Or do you want your gloves a little tighter around the elbows again?”
TK could almost see Sonya’s gleeful grin behind the padded wall. “You know,” Sonya continued casually, “there’s at least two cameras up there. But don’t look. Turn away from the glass, when you’re talking.”
“How do you..?” TK asked, startled about Sonya’s apparent ingenuity. But then she remembered that Sonya had her huge “playground” rigged with hidden cameras. “So she must be an expert surveillance” TK thought. “Scary…”
“They won’t pull stuff like that on me again.” The defiant heroine stated.
“Pffft”, Sonya stifled a laugh. “They’ll just taser you or they’ll wait till you’re asleep. You won’t stand a chance.”
“You’re the expert,” TK snapped. “Come to think of it, how did they catch you in the first place? Didn’t you see them coming with all those cameras and booby-traps around you?”
“Silly kitty,” Sonya giggled. “I wasn’t home when they caught me. I was busy elsewhere.”
“So they ambushed you?” TK was amazed at how much work it must have been observing the maniac unseen to ambush her. She didn’t even care about Sonya getting more self-confident again by the minute.
“Well…” Sonya left out a chuckle. “Not exactly. You see, we kinda… bumped into each other at your place.”
So it was a coincidence, that you… WHAT? You were at my place? You wanted to kidnap me again?!” That brought back to TK’s mind just how dangerous Sonya was. And how dangerous this escape would be. She was caught between a mad scientist and a mad punk, both of whom were a hazard to her life.
“Yes,” Sonya answered without a trace of guilt in her voice. “I had everything ready for when you’d come home from your run and kicked back. Got myself Soda and cookies and watched TV.
“You just made yourself at home?” it burst out of TK. This impertinence was more than she had expected. “I can’t even leave my house without some madwoman eating my cookies?” she asked.
“Mad? I’m mad?” Sonya laughed. “I’m not the one with 2000 boxes of Fine Feline Flakes in my garage.”
“I didn’t by those. I just didn’t read the small print when I had that spokescat job…” TK defended herself. “And don’t change the subject. You broke into my house. Again. You tried to kidnap me, ate my cookies and got kidnapped by accident!”
“Smart kitty, that’s exactly it,” Sonya teased her. “Apparently those kidnappers just had your description (a pretty sloppy one) and your address. After they broke into your place and overpowered me, I told them I wasn’t you. They couldn’t make up their minds, I told them where you were jogging and so they just kidnapped both of us.”
“Then why didn’t I see you in the abandoned warehouse?” TK interrupted her.
“You didn’t see me, but I saw you.” Sonya answered playfully. “In the forest they kept me in the back of a van. All of a sudden the door opened and they dumped you in there and off we went.”
“But why weren’t you in the warehouse?”
“I was in the warehouse,” Sonya went on. “But I kinda bit one of the guys and so they locked me down in the cellar.” TK could vividly imagine Sonya raging and cursing against being delivered to Doctor Sadarus. She would have probably done the same. Still, the thought made her chuckle.
But her amusement was interrupted by the clicking of a lock. The door of the room in front of their cells opened and both girls watched through the glass doors as one of the henchmen entered. TK recognized him as the one she had knocked out during her upside-down struggle, the one who had tickled her just twenty minutes ago. “What is he doing here,” TK thought, surprised. As if he had read her mind, the man snarled: “Thought ya could get away with punchin’ me in the face, huh? I’ll show you.”
“Oh great,” the tigress mumbled under her breath, “So he’s still holding a grudge....”
“Since you enjoyed standing on your tiptoes so much, how about another round,” he added with a cruel smile.
“This can’t be right,” the tigress thought. “The orders were to let us sleep. Why would the order him to punish us now? Wasn’t it all about us being in equally good shape for his twisted experiment tomorrow?” And then she realized: “This really is personal. He doesn’t have any orders, he’s just acting on his own will, just to get back at me for one punch in the face.” The thought sent a cold shiver down her spine. She had been at the mercy of unpredictable lunatics before, but that feeling was not something anyone could ever get used to. She helplessly wiggled her hands in her mittens and tried to yank her wrists away from her shoulders, but could do nothing but watch as the man approached her cell. He opened the door with the touch of a button and TK’s mind raced. “This can’t be happening. I have to be able to do something!” The cat-girl frantically searched her mind for anything useful to do, while he entered her cell and casually leaned a cattle prod against the soft, padded wall and announced sinisterly: “Now, kitten, we have all the time in the world.”
And then she had a stroke of genius. “If he’s acting against the Doc’s orders, he’ll have to make sure, he’s not watching. The cameras are down! This is my chance.” She moved to the back of her call, pressed her back against the wall and put up an act to convince the man that she was scared as hell. But as soon as he let his guard down to take off his backpack, she lunged out. He was just reaching for another pair of ankle-cuffs in a pouch and the next thing he saw and felt was the impact of TK’s foot in his stomach. The kick knocked the air from his lungs and he collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Losing no time, TK jumped over him and darted for the door.
By the time the henchman got back up, TK had crossed her cell and the room in front of the cells and was fumbling with the door to the hallway. But unlike the cell doors, this one had a small button, she couldn’t push with her arms and hands restrained like this. “Dammed gloves,” she cursed and turned around to face her tormentor. The man had recovered and was now slowly moving toward her wielding the cattle prod. “You feisty bitch!” he hissed. “You’ll regret that.”
Giving a deep hateful growl TK charged at him with a roundhouse kick to the head, but it never struck home. Because on her restraints she was off balance and so he easily caught her socked foot with one hand while stabbing her with is weapon with the other. TK took the cattle prod to the chest, sending an unbearable electric current through her body. Her scream echoed through the room and probably the hallway too, before she hit the ground.
Before she was able to recover, he turned her on her stomach and sat down on her back, pinning her to the floor. The weight forced the air out of TK’s lungs and so she didn’t have the strength to intervene at all, when he pulled up her legs and forced into a thick padded cuffs. He made sure to pull each of her slender legs painfully far up behind her, higher than necessary, to fasten the tight leather shackles around her ankles. When he released them, her legs were pinned together nicely and TK’s only hope of resisting was crushed. She trashed and wiggled her arms helplessly, but couldn’t even roll on her back. This renewed feeling of helplessness sent a shiver down the cat-girl’s spine. Now she couldn’t fight back and had to endure whatever he had planned for her.
“Let’s see how you like this,” the cruel henchman threatened, as he dragged poor TK back to her cell by her collar. She was barely able to hop and crawl behind him to ease the painful pull on her neck. When he dropped her on the floor, she looked up and twitched at what she saw. From the ceiling dangled a rope which forked and had two cold metal clamps at the ends. She didn’t know how he intended to use them, but she knew it would be painful.
“You will so regret this.” She hissed at him in defiance.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He replied with a cruel smile, holding up a big red ballgag. “Now open wiiiide.”
In response the cat-girl clenched her teeth and growled, rising from the floor.
“Have it your way,” he added playfully and tossed the gag aside. With a sudden motion he grabbed TK’s right ear and pulled it up hard. “Ouch!” TK was surprised, but even angry as well. “Get you hands off my ear, you dumbass!” But when she tried to pull her head back down, she felt another sharp pain in the tip of her ear.
“That’s what the clamps are for?” It took her a few seconds to comprehend her strange and humiliating position. “Ouch!” The man pulled her other ear up and clipped it in place. With the captive tigress now immobilized and held up by her ears, the man took his time retrieving the ballgag from the floor. “Here, kitty, open wiiide” he demanded, talking to her like to a little child. Again TK clenched her teeth in defiance. Unable to even turn her head, he stared him straight in the eyes and growled.
“Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport,” he added. “Let me help you with the rope.” He reached above her head and once again TK heard the dreaded clattering sound as she felt the rope above her head tightening, pulling her up. She was forced to rise on her toes and arch her back and neck slightly to keep the painful pull on her ear tips in check.
Finally it stopped and she was once again spread out wide before her captor. The henchman was holding the cruel red gag up to her face again, but this time he gave her no chance to growl at him. He pinched the helpless cat-girl in her soft, exposed belly causing her to let out a short yelp. But that sound was cut short by an “mmmmmph”, as the man shoved the gag between her teeth quickly. Without skipping a beat he stepped behind her and pulled back on the straps of the gag, forcing it all the way into her muzzle. He buckled it tight, silencing TK for good. The tigress tried to push it with her tongue, but the rubber ball was wedged between her jaws tightly forcing her mouth painfully wide open. She couldn’t even shake her head because of the clips on her ears.
“Now for the fun part.” Her tormentor announced holding up a small plastic bottle. “Do you know what this is, kitten?” he asked, shaking the bottle in front of her face.
“Mmmph, mmm.” TK replied, her curses and insults never got passed the gag.
“Let me tell you. It’s SKEETER-B-GONE insect repellent.”
“Mmfkpt rmpmllmpt?” TK was puzzled.
“I’m sure you’ve never heard of that brand before,” the man went on, pulling a pair of throw-away latex gloves over his hands. “They couldn’t sell it, except to scrooges like the Doc, who stocked up his facilities in the jungles with it.”
TK was still confused. “Why in the world did he bring insect repellent? She wondered. “Maybe I hit him harder than I thought.” But her train of thought was interrupted. “Nobody ever bought this,” he finally explained, “because it itches like hell.”
That solved the mystery. But TK couldn’t enjoy this new revelation, as her curiosity was instantly replaced wit fear. He wiggled helplessly in her restraints and watched him as he was taking his time spreading the vile goo on his fingers. She knew that he would take his time spreading it on her exposed body, too, unless…
“There we go” he teased approaching the bound cat-girl with an evil grin. He was a little startled when he saw just that bound cat-girl returning an evil grin from behind her ballgag. And that was the last thing he saw before he dropped to the floor unconscious.
Behind the collapsed henchman stood Sonya, the cattle prod between her teeth, grinning back at TK.
During her escape attempt minutes earlier, she hadn’t dashed straight for the exit. She had stopped by Sonya’s cell to kick the release button of her door, leaving it slightly open. All the struggling and defiance from there on were just to keep the henchman from noticing this very detail.
Sonya spat the cattle prod to the floor and gave the unconscious henchman a kick in the stomach, just to make sure.
“Now for the fuuun parrrrt…” she teased. “I sure hope you’ve thought this through she added, glancing up at the camera in the corner.
“Mmm mmmph” TK complained.
“Don’t panic, kitten. Everything’s all right, the cameras are off, otherwise, they’d be here by now.” Sonya calmed her down. “Remember, I know surveillance equipment.”
Without losing more time Sonya started sifting through the henchman’s backpack with her feet until she found a knife. “Now caaaarefull,” she chanted, sitting down cross-legged and holding the knife between her feet.
“She knows the weak point of her jacket,” TK recognized. “Once she cuts the straps between her legs, she can just pull it off over her head.”
Both girls waited in silence. TK because of the big gag in her mouth, making her focus on not drooling on herself and the floor. Sonya was silent because she had to focus on cutting the straps between her legs without the use of her hands. Despite her lack of sanity, Sonya was quite skilful and so, after a while she was able to stand up and pull the straitjacket from her body over her head. She loosened the buckles on her wrists with her teeth and was free. That took a load off both cat-girls’ minds. Freedom was finally in reach again.
“Mmmph” TK urged, because she was exhausted. All that time she had been standing on her tiptoes and her calves were on the verge of cramping from the ongoing strain.
“Don’t be in such a rush,” Sonya teased the captive heroine in a playful voice. “You’ve been standing there like this forever now, so five minutes more won’t matter.”
“Mmmm Mmmm!” TK’s euphoria about their escape faded in an instant. “What does she mean by five minutes more?” She saw Sonya smile cruelly at her and realized just how wrong she had been, putting her trust in the black and white tigress.
“You don’t really look comfortable.” Sonya had circled TK and was now sitting down behind her. I’m sure you could use a massage on those sore legs of yours.”
TK twitched as she felt Sonya’s finger on her thigh, running down her sock-clad calf, over her bound ankle and coming to ret on the sole of her foot. The touch made her whimper into her gag silently. She knew she wasn’t going to like this.
“Don’t worry, I don’t care whether or not you’re ticklish.” With that she used both hands and slowly and carefully moved her fingers up the helpless cat-girl’s leg until she reached her knees. Then she suddenly squeezed hard on TK’s calves in turn. The pain almost made her jump.
“MMMM!” the pain from TK’s unbearable position was made worse now by her tormentor’s grip. TK trashed and wiggled in her bonds, but all she gained from it was more pain in her ears and Sonya’s mockery: “I’m sorry, my massage skills aren’t all that great.”
“Sick twisted bitch! I saved your butt!” TK raged, but all that passed her gag were uncontrollable sobs. Her calves felt like they were on fire now, but she couldn’t stand down on her feet, or else she could injure her ears badly and suffer even more. “Ouch! Get your filthy hands off me! And those dammed ear-clips” she cursed silently.
Finally Sonya released the grip on poor TK’s legs and walked back in front of her captive, looking at her ears. “I bet those hurt,” she mused.
“I BET I’LL HURT YOU!” TK growled at Sonya, but the only thing leaving her mouth were muffled sounds and a fine line of drool, flowing down her chin and dripping onto her breasts and socks. TK had lost her concentration.
“Look at that, kitten, you’re making a mess,” Sonya mocked, her hand now playing with TK’s ear, moving around one of the clips that so painfully suspended her. With a sudden motion Sonya released both the clips at once and TK dropped to the floor.
Giggling manically Sonya sat down next to her and unbuckled her ankle cuffs. TK groaned in relief and finally stretched out her tortured legs. Just lying on the floor, being able to relax her body was feeling like heaven to the bound cat-girl right now. But TK joy was cut short by a yank on her collar as Sonya pulled her up to her knees. “Don’t fall asleep, kitty,” she giggled. “We’ve gotta get outta here.”
Sonya hastily bound the unconscious henchman with TK’s ankle-cuffs and gagged him with a bit-gag from his backpack before she gestured TK to leave the room.
“Mmmm Mmmm?” TK was puzzled. How could Sonya just ignore her humiliating gloves and gag?
“Oh no, you’re not going to take those off,” Sonya explained. “Otherwise you might punch me or something like that. Besides, we’ll gonna have a lot of fun together,” she added with a cruel grin.
“I can’t run out of her bound like this,” TK feared. “This is madness. And I’m not even escaping to freedom. I’ll just going to escape to another lunatic.”
Nevertheless, everything was better than staying here, if even slightly. And so they started running. Fortunately, after just minutes of running through hallways, they found a window through which they could jump outside. They both landed softly on a disgusting pile of mulch and compost and dashed off into the woods.
It was in the middle of the night and so both girls weren’t able to see very far, but they kept close together, hoping to reach a road or settlement before the guards would recognize their escape and catch up to them. “Great, I’m running in my underwear and smelling like kitchen leftovers.” It came to TK’s mind. “And I’m bound and gagged running next to Sonya. What an escape.” The tigress didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this realization.
But she was scared out of these thoughts by a hissing sound. TK’s instincts kicked in before she knew it. She ducked and rolled to take cover. Behind her she heard a painful yelp from Sonya. Just an instant later TK was lying behind a tree trunk and saw her foe going down. In her neck she spotted the dreaded end of a tranquillizer dart.
“Crap, this can’t be happening! We were so close!” Unable to use her arms or hands TK sat on the cold forest floor hardly able to wrap her mind around the thought that they had been caught already. She’d be dragged back to that horrible dungeon and locked up for good. Tomorrow she’d be cruelly punished for her escape attempt as well as every other day of her life. The thought almost drove her mad.
“NO!” TK roared. She would not give in to despair, she would not be recaptured and she wouldn’t give up.
The furious tigress jumped up and dashed towards the direction from which the dart had come. There she saw two red eyes almost glowing in the darkness. A shiver ran down her spine and her heart shrank. But than she rejoiced when she recognized the eyes and the marksman.
“Are you alright?” came Kaden’s calm voice through the forest.
“YOU? Here? Umm, sure, I guess. Is Deck here, too? Are you here to rescue me? The agency wants me rescued?” All the questions just flowed from her, since she couldn’t believe this windfall.
But she only got one answer and that was all she needed. “Yes.” Came Deck’s voice from the woods and TK whirled around to see him stepping from the shadows, flanked by two agents. Finally TK felt safe again for the first time in what seemed an eternity.

The next day TK spent making out with Deck, recollecting her mp3 player from the woods, thanking everyone involved in her rescue and just having fun. Her nightmarish adventure would have seemed like a bad dream to her if it hadn’t been for the minor bruises and muscle ache in her legs. A good time was had by all.

Well, all except for one. Sonya slowly woke up from the slumber of the dart. As she regained consciousness, she recognized that she was unable to move. She was lying on her back, her hands by her sides. She felt shackles around her wrists and ankles. When she moved her head, she recognized that her neck, too was pinned to the cold surface she was lying on. Cold, yes that was how she felt now. She was still in her underwear and felt terribly exposed. She panicked, as she recognized this as the classic setup of an autopsy table. “No! They caught me again?!” This can’t be, she raged, but all her sounds were nullified by a leather muzzle gag, horribly familiar to her.
She heard a door open and her heart skipped a beat. She’d probably never been so afraid all her life. But to her surprise the man who entered wasn’t Dr Sadarus. Nor was he Morgus. He was a bear-guy wearing a suit and sunglasses.
“Good day.” He said in a formal voice. “My name is Grundig and I work for the agency. You’re safe here. These restraints are for your own good.”
Sonya was relieved. She was safe, no more twisted experiments, no more torture. But then her eyes widened in fear as she saw what the agent was pulling from his pocket.
“We’ve rescued you together with TK and she told us that you stumbled into an anthill yesterday night. But also gave us the advice that this would make you feel better,” he said, holding up a bottle of SKEETER-B-GONE insect repellent up to her face.
As he started pouring the entire bottle content onto a sponge, Sonya knew she would be in for a long, unpleasant day.

THE END