TESSERACT
WORLD HEADQUARTERS
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, USA
Kat stepped from the
shower and
toweled herself dry. It felt good to get clean after a hard
workout. She then dropped the towel, walked over to her closet...
and scowled at her reflection in the mirrored door. The
thousands of tiny,
pink, metallic, glitter beads Jamie had caused Eve to micro-glue
throughout
her pubic hair were still very much in place. Kat knew
that
all she had to do was shave herself to be rid of the damn things, but
that
was exactly what that bitch Jamie wanted, for Kat to shave
herself. She was damned if she was going to do it!
She looked at her finger
and toenails, with
their pink polish and disgustingly juvenile and (Kat shuddered) cute
"Hello Kitty" decals. Eve had assured her it would all
automatically flake off in about a month, but she'd also warned
that there was
a special enzyme mixed in with the polish, and any attempt to cover or
remove the—desecrations—would
cause everything to bond
permanently, and then she'd have to wait for them to wear
off.
And worst of all... Margo had forbidden
Kat from taking revenge against the orange-haired geek
responsible. 'Fair is fair,' she'd said. 'At
least they're covered by your gloves and boots,' Margo had
observed, 'and no one knows they're there'.
No one but me... and
Freckle Fox, Kat fumed.
"Eve," she growled, "has
Anne arrived at her office yet?"
"No, Kat," Eve answered. "She
won't be in for another hour. As you've asked me to arrange, her
calendar is now free from noon through the weekend."
"So she won't be missed until next
Monday."
"Correct," Eve answered.
Kat walked over to her dresser,
opened the top drawer, and removed a small glass vial. She then
walked back to the closet and slid the door open. Jodi, a
thoroughly bound, gagged, and unhappy Jodi, was hanging amongst
Kat's catsuits and other clothing. She was naked (as naked as Kat
herself, at the moment), very stringently hog-tied, and hanging
head up and knees down, her weight carefully and evenly distributed
among her many bonds, including the cord tied to her braided
hair. Her entire lower face, from just under her nose to just
below her chin, was covered by a thick, uniform layer of dermafoam.
"What about this one?" Kat asked,
ignoring Jodi's weak struggles and miserable, mewing whimpers.
"Anyone miss her yet?"
"There have been a few casual
inquires, but, as you know, it's not unusual for Jodi to skip out on a
few of her
classes and make herself scarce, leaving the other instructors to take
up the slack."
"You are an irresponsible
little airhead, aren't you?" Kat asked her gagged, bound
prisoner. Kat then opened the vial in her hand. A small
applicator brush was attached to the inside of the lid. Jodi's
eyes widened and she mewed through her gag with renewed vigor.
Kat took the brush in hand and dabbed
a
tiny drop of the clear liquid in the vial to each of her own
nipples. "My that tingles," she hissed. "It really
itches like crazy." She then reached out and began
painting thick, uniform coats of the liquid on each of Jodi's erect
nipples, all the way to the margins of the areolas. The bound,
hanging captive writhed and complained as best she could. "I can only
imagine what it must feel like after
three coats," Kat purred as she worked. "Maybe in a few hours
I'll
take off your gag and you can tell me... right before I regag
you
and put on coat number four."
Kat recapped the vial and slowly slid
the
closet door closed on the first writhing, helpless, object of
her
revenge. Kat's nipples still burned slightly. She knew that
if
she didn't remove the self-inflicted dabs of elixir responsible, they
would
tickle and throb for hours, even after the oily fluid dried... but she
decided
to let the quite literally titilating droplets remain. As
she
went about her duties (and the clandestine kidnapping and sequestering
of a certain lawyer) the prickly feeling would remind her of Jodi's
much more serious plight.
The catsuit-of-the-day was already
laid out on Kat's bed. She turned to begin dressing, and again
scowled at the myriad of tiny pink beads sparkling in her pubic
hair—but then
the reflected scowl changed to a look of inner
reflection. Margo may have closed the season on Freckle Foxes for
now, but Jamie couldn't stay in protected status forever... and
nothing prevented her from making a few plans.
"Eve," Kat commanded, "I want you to
do a little research for me."
"Yes?" Eve responded.
"I need to know how many hours a
completely immobilized and gagged person can be continuously tickled...
before it becomes medically dangerous."
