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"Sweetie..."

The voice was soft, oh so soft. It was so soft that it barely registered in Sonya's hearing, but there was something about how the word was said that made it slip through her sleep. Sonya stirred in the soft cushioned chair, wetting her lips as sleep slid slowly from her.

"Sweetie, time to wake up," cooed the voice, but now there was a little reproach to the otherwise tender tones. "This isn't even your house, is it? And look at you, all sleepy headed in someone else's chair."

A flash of panic made Sonya's eyes snap open. She tensed, hunching her shoulders, looking all around her. The living room was quiet and still, lit only by the small lamp that sat on the table behind her. She peered through the gloom at the adjacent wall, picking up the distant television and DVD player, the settee and the other chairs of the three piece set. To the left she saw the front door to the apartment - it was closed and the glass cabinet filled with plates. To her right she saw the door to the kitchen and further along, the door to the bedroom. Everything was fine.

So where had the voice come from?

"I'm in your head, sweetie."

Startled by the sudden sound of the voice, Sonya went to jump out of the chair, but found she couldn't; her ankles were bound together and lashed to a foot stool. Her hands were tied to the arms of the chair. She was trapped. "W-what the hell?!" she snapped, yanking hard on her bond but they would not come free. "Who did this?"

"A ghost," said the voice with a titter.

"I don't believe in ghosts!" Sonya snapped.

"Oh, well, you have some brains, at least."

A shadow moved suddenly in the far left corner of the room, drawing Sonya's eyes to it. A figure detached itself from the darkness pooled between the television and the near wall. It was a woman, at least in shape - there was a delicious curve to her hips and the swell of her breasts that made something inside Sonya feel warm. She was covered from head to toe in lime green fur - soft and luxurious looking. A long, sinuous tail swished at her back and the features of her face, so feline and refined, gave this creature a supernatural beauty that Sonya's breath caught in her throat.

"W-who are you?" Sonya gasped. "And what are you?

"I'm Rhenn. I'm a Kat. And I'm here to deliver a message."

Rhenn was utterly naked, her beauty and raw sex appeal not covered by even the barest hint of clothing. She was smiling, a wicked and lascivious gesture. In one hand she held a video phone and the other casually flicked long spikes of light purple hair out of her face.

Sonya felt suddenly apprehensive, vulnerable - but not scared. "Message?" she asked, struggling to tear her eyes away. "Message from who?"

"From my boss," replied Rhenn, "to your boss."

"Why are you naked?"

Rhenn shrugged. "I like to be naked. Saves me having to waste time later taking them off. Why, does it bother you?"

"No, not really."

"Good."

Sonya struggled anew, but her bonds held tight. "Why am I tied up?" she demanded. "You think you can break me with torture?"

Rhenn stood now at Sonya's feet. "Yeah, babe," she said and grinned. "That's exactly what I think."

Sonya gulped and blanched a little, for she was not a cruel or a wicked person at heart. Hers was a job and nothing more - not once had she hurt anyone that the Boss had asked her to deal with. Sonya suddenly feared what this Rhenn would do to her. "Why?" she asked. "I've not wronged you, have I? I'm not a bad person!"

Rhenn's head tilted and looked at Sonya with a confused look. It lasted only a moment. "Oh, you silly thing," she said and chuckled kindly. "have you never heard of us Kats before?"

"No."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"B-but you said you were going to torture me?"

"Yeah," said Rhenn, nodding. "But only the sweet kind of torture - not the bloody, painful kind. Well, not unless you're into that shit, then I'm happy to play as hard as you like." A purr rose in Rhenn's throat. "Do you want me to play rough, hun?"

"No," Sonya said hurriedly, "No rough stuff."

"Fair enough. Just the sweet stuff for you, then."

Sonya let out an audible gasp of relief; her shoulders dropped and she sagged a little in her bonds.

"Feeling better about it now?"

"Just a minute," Sonya said, lifting her head. "What? Did you say s-sweet kind of torture?"

"Mm," said Rhenn and closed her eyes, imagining it. "The sweetest."

Without another word, Rhenn switched the camera phone on and placed it on the table, so that it caught everything that was happening between them. Once it was secure, Rhenn knelt at Sonya's feet and reached up, slipping the boots off of Sonya's feet.

"What are you doing?" Sonya asked.

Winking at Sonya, Rhenn flicked them over to the other side of the room. After that, she quickly rolled Sonya's socks off of each foot, one at a time and discarded them with equal disregard.

"Ah," sighed Rhenn, looking up and down Sonya. "I do so love these moments. Just before it all starts to go crazy...there's a wonderful sense of expectation."

"W-what are you doing?"

Rhenn chuckled softly and shaking her head, she said, "Not the brightest, are you, babe? Thought it would be obvious. Especially considering who you work for."

"Who I work for?" said Sonya, frowning.

"Mm hmm."

"You mean Darius?"

"I mean...Darius's boss; the infamous Kat," replied Rhenn, "which, by the way, is a name that's going to get a little frigging confusing later on. Cute - though not as cute as the name she goes by." Rhenn grinned and wiggled her fingers over the tops of Sonya's feet, a fleeting pass that allowed only the very tips of her feet. "Tickle Monster."

Sonya shivered and a smirk touched her features. She clenched her toes and tried to pull her knees back, but they were tied too securely. "Y-you're going to tickle me?"

Rhenn nodded. "For as long as my attention span lasts," she said with a titter. "Trust me - that will either be very good or very bad for you."

"But tickling my feet?!"

"Oh, your feet is just the start, sweetie," purred Rhenn. "Feet, ankles, legs, knees, thighs - everything from your little toes to your nibble-inviting ears. I'm going to tickle every little nook and cranny. I'm going to start with light nail strokes and feather swishes. Then I'll move onto the licks and nibbles. And then...well, we'll see where you want me to tickle you once I've warmed you up."

Sonya went to challenge her, but the look in Rhenn's eyes was deliciously hungry and left no room for doubt or deceit; she meant every word she said. "You think I'll enjoy it?"

Rhenn giggled; it was a sultry giggle and threatened to make Sonya blush. "Oh, sweetie," said Rhenn. "I've been doing this a long time. You'll fight it at first, but then the warm shivers will start and the tickly sparks. An they'll lead to something softer, something hotter."

Sonya gulped.

"And those little giggles will start giving way to sighs. You'll start letting the odd moan in." Rhenn leaned in and gently kissed each toe, making Sonya gasp and shiver. "You see? Oh, don't worry, you'll enjoy it. A lot. I promise."

"But if I don't?"

Rhenn inclined her head. "If you don't, I'll know," she said.
"Get on with it, then."

Suddenly, for a moment, there was a reassurance in Rhenn's glinting eyes. "Sonya, sweetie, this is not a punishment. So relax. I'm not here to hurt or scare you. We call it torture, but it's not. Not really. That's not what I'm here for. This is just a sweet message for your boss - that's all and nothing more. I promise. Mm kay?"

Sonya, surprisingly, felt better at hearing that, even though it hadn't changed her situation. "W-what message do you want to give?"

Rhenn nodded towards the camera. "That the Tickle Monster has been noticed," she said. "Her name and her deeds have not gone unnoticed. My boss wants her to know that she approves of what she's doing, but not to get too cocky about it." Rhenn grinned. "There are older tickle monsters out there who have been tickling toes and bellies for a very long time. My boss is one of them and she has asked me to give a message, which we're going to record on that camera over there. "

"Who's your boss?"

Rhenn smiled. "Her name is Gedan."

"Never heard of her."

"You have now. My boss wants your boss to know what treats we can offer."

"As a threat?"

"No, stupid," said Rhenn. "As an invitation - to call on us, if she ever wants a giggle of her own."

"Ah."

Rhenn's grin turned to something sweeter. "She wants something else, too," she said. "She wants something from your boss."

"What?"

"All in good time, sweetie," chuckled Rhenn. "All in good time. For now, I need to start tickling you."

"No!" Sonya said and started struggling again.

"Save your breath, baby," cooed Rhenn and pouted. "Just take a deep breath, settle back into the chair...and...here come the teekils..." She started pricking her nails very gently between Sonya's toes. "Give me a giggle, sweetie. Come on. Just give lil Rhenn a little giggle....tickle, tickle, tickle."

Sonya tensed, scrunching her feet as much as she could. If she could keep her toes tightly packed, this green fur ball wouldn't be able to tickle her. That thought, however, was still running through her mind when she felt her breathing quicken and the first pull of laughter bubbling inside. "Noo no. No daahaamn it. Stop it....stoohooop!"

"Tickle tickle, baby," purred Rhenn, her eyes twinkling in the gloom. "Come on...tickle tickle. Just give me a nice little giggle. I know it's there, hiding behind your words. I know this tickles like crazy and that you just want to pull your feet away. But you can't...you can't escape. Teekul teekul."

Sonya didn't want to laugh for Rhenn. She didn't even want to even smirk for green furred tickler, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. The nails between her toes were too delicate and sharp to resist. Rhenn's touches were so fleeting and deft, Sonya couldn't resist the effect they had. Then there were Rhenn's words - so soft and teasing, almost seductive and they added a spice of their own. In the end, Sonya shook her head from one side to the other, trying to deny it, but slowly and irresistibly, Rhenn got her wish.

"Mnn nooohoooooo no nooohhaa aahahaha eeeheehaahahahaha! Hahahaha!"

"Good girl," tittered Rhenn. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Eeeheheheheahaha stap ahaheehehehahaha stap tickling my toes! ahaheheheheheheahaaha! I can't take it hahahahahahah!"

"Poor thing. Want me to tickle somewhere else, mm?"

"Noooooaaahaha ahahahehehahahaha!"

Rhenn drew the tips of her fingernails all the way from between Sonya's toes, gently onto the pads of her feet, scraping and scratching, light and fast. The skin was a little tougher on her feet, requiring a little more force to have the same effect, but Rhenn knew exactly how to get past it.

"NooooAAAA aaaaaahaaahahaa! Not there!" Sonya couldn't hold back the laughs any more. They came fast and in breathy bursts, summoned by Rhenn's touches. "AHahahahahahahah ahahaha! Eeeeehee eehehehahahahaha ahahahahahahaahaaaaa!"

"Ooh, I'm getting lots of giggles now. "

Then Rhenn, while her fingers were still stroking the upper soles of Sonya's feet, let her thumbs drop slowly onto Sonya's arches. They paused for a moment, long enough for Rhenn to catch Sonya's eyes and pass her a wink, before wiggling light and fast up and down.

"Naaaahahahahahahahahahaaaaahahaaaaaa!" Sonya jolted in her binds. "Bwwahahah ahahaha ahahah heheheheee eeehehehahahahaha! staahahapp hahahahahahaa plaeassheaase hahah ehehahahahahah!"

"I'm just getting started, tickle-pie."

Rhenn dropped one hand to pick up a white fluffy feather, while the other nail scraped across the soles of both feet. She slid the feather down and around Sonya's feet, curling the feather to stroke slowly around the back of her heels. The effect was instantaneous.

"NEEEHEHEHEHEAAAA!" Sonya jolted, twisting one way and then the other. The mix of sharp nail strokes and soft feather kisses added a new level of feeling to it. " NOoaahhaa Aahahahahahahaah! Eeeheheeeahahaha hahahaahahahaaa!"

For long minutes, Rhenn switched between her tickling; she used a dizzying barrage of nail scrapes, finger scrabbles, spider-dancing, feather swishes - she even used the stalk of the feather. It was maddening for Sonya, who had never been tickled like that before. She was making sounds she never knew she had in her. Just when she was trying to get used to one type of tickle, Rhenn would switch to another and she would be lost again.

"BWaaaahahahaaaa aaahahahaeheheheeh! Ooohnoooaaha hahahahahaahahaaaaa! Stoppit! Stop! Aaaaahahahahaha aahahahahahaha eehehehehahaha I caahaaan't take it aahahaheheaha! I'm going to pass out! Ahahahaheeehehaahahahahahahaahahahah!"

"There, there," cooed Rhenn and then stopped, resting her hands on top of Sonya's feet. "It's all right, catch your breath."

Sonya gasped ragged breaths. "T-thank you."

"Better?"

"Yes."

"Good." And with that Rhenn leaned forward and started licking the tips of Sonya's toes.

Again, Sonya erupted from the chair, but could do nothing to escape. "NAAAAAA HAHAHAHA! Not the licks...ahahahahHEAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"But I promised you, sweetie...." said Rhenn, speaking between her expert licking and kissing. "Lots...of....little....licks...." Rhenn's tongue was warm and gentle with its touches, but its texture was maddeningly rough. It tickled more than anything Sonya had encountered before. "Mm...feel nice?"

"NoOoAAAHAHAHA AHAHHEHheheHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"Sure?" asked Rhenn, kissing and licking with devastating delicacy.

"Y-yes ahahahaha....ahahahahahaa..."

But it was starting too, Sonya realised. It was starting to feel...good. And not in the tickly kind of way. This was something else. Something deeper. That little bit of warmth that Rhenn had mentioned earlier, suddenly flickered into being. It started slow, but as the ticklish panic calmed and Rhenn's licks, so gentle and hot and wet, started to have a different effect, it grew.

"NAAaa aaaaaaah hahaaammmnn," Sonya's cries changed. "Noooooho oooohh mmnnaaaa aahaa....mm mmngg.....oh shii.....hehe...."

"There we go," said Rhenn, just a little triumphant in her sweet tones. "That's it."

"Mmnnnneeehee....aaaah....oooh...."

"That's it, sweetie. It feels nice, doesn't it? Likkel Rhenn licking your tootsies...ever...soo..gently..."

"Mm aaaha...oh...wow...it goes...right through me...."

"Good, sweetie, good."

As much as Sonya hated herself for admitting it, having her toes licked felt good. There was something surprisingly intimate and tender about it, especially about the way Rhenn was doing it. It was like she kissing and caressing her, finding just the right nerves.

"Ohh...." said Sonya with a sigh. "Th-that;s....unexpectedly....nice."

"It's nice and feels good. And it's meant to. I take it you've not had your feet treated like this. mm?"

Sonya shook her head, an odd mix of expressions flickering across the features of her face. She found herself stopping struggling and as the licks and kisses continued in their fiery, unhurried pace, she even stopped moving her feet. Even if she couldn't bring herself to say it, her body didn't want to evade such a treat. Sonya sank a little deeper into the chair and fell still, so Rhenn could lick her feet more. It was an act of acquiescence that embarrassed and titillated Sonya all at the same time. She let her eyes close, or rather they were drawn shut by the deep trilling purr of Rhenn and increasingly sweet licking at her toes.

"That's it, sweetie," purred Rhenn, kissing and licking under and over her toes and teasing her ankles with her hands. "Don't fight it. Give in, surrender to me, sweetie. Tell me...you like it, don't you?"

Sonya felt a flush of heat in her face. "Shit..." she cursed with a long, happy sigh. Rhenn's purring increased. "I...I think I like this. I think...it's turning me on."

"That's the spirit," said Rhenn, licking faster but with the same delicacy. "Just close your eyes and let me make you happy. Tell Rhenn what you want."

Waves of pleasure, warm and sweet, started to reach Sonya's mind. She'd stopped struggling now and was happily indulging, enjoying every little touch Rhenn gave her. The fact that she had been guarding the apartment, waiting for someone to return, slipped from her mind. As did the camera recording her sweet ordeal. All that was at the forefront of her mind was having her feet licked by Rhenn.

"Tell me," urged Rhenn.

"I...I want.... " She couldn't finish the words.

"I'm going to untie you, sweetie," said Rhenn and she stopped to do just that.

"Noo," protested Sonya, instantly missing the Kat's affection. "Don't stop..."

Rhenn tittered and quickly removed the ropes holding Sonya's legs and wrists. A moment later Rhenn moved to stand before her again, her hands on her hips. She watched Sonia stir, but not rise from her position. Rhenn smiled and waited.

"W-what?" Sonya asked.

"I set you free."

"I know...but..."

"But what?" Rhenn inclined her head.

Sonya didn't answer immediately. She looked up, all thoughts of her job in the apartment forgotten. She felt drunk in the sight and presence of Rhenn; the memory of her touches, licks and kisses, were hot flutters in her memory and the sweet sound of the purr still going on left a pleasurable tickle in her ears. The Kat looked so darn good - so promising.

"Something you want to say to me?" asked Rhenn.

Again Sonya felt a heat in her cheeks and a new need that put a curl in her toes. She looked down and then back up at Rhenn. "I don't want you to go," she said at last.

"Oh, really?"

Sonya nodded.

"Do you want little Rhenn to lick your feet again?"

Instantly Sonya's face reddened and her head dropped. She nodded, somehow still able to meet Rhenn's gaze. "Yes, yes please."

"What about your job here?"

"I don't care...I don't....I just want...you."

"Such a cutie." Rhenn giggled and knelt once more. She took gentle hold of Sonya's unrestrained and now eager ankles. She started to gently kiss and kiss lick each toes and delicate bit of skin. "I'm going to blow your mind..."

"Ohhhh fuuu.....aaaahaaammmmnnn....that is sooo goood...."

Rhenn giggled happily and closing her eyes, she set her mind fully to giving Sonya the best licking she could. At the back of her mind was the pleasure of success and the knowledge that the camera was still rolling. But more than that, she revelled in the new pleasure Sonya was feeling and the almost certain escalation that would follow.

Behind them, in the dark, a clock chimed for midnight.

"Three hours of film," Rhenn thought amidst growing sighs and pleasure gasps from Sonya. "I wonder what state sweet Sonya will be in when film runs out? I wonder if she'll care."

"Oh gawd....Rhenn.....yes, please...." A new passion was creeping into her voice now.

"Don't worry, babe," purred Rhenn. "I'm all yours. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to take my time, so you just let yourself go."

Sonya gave a distinct sigh of contented pleasure.

Rhenn revelled silently - this was going to be an amazing video.

* * * *

Kat, also known as Tickle Monster, sat in her office with her right hand man, Darius, watching videos and wondering exactly what was going to their operation.

Kat's base of operations was an expensive and privately owned property, far from the prying eyes of anyone who might think to find her. It was a plush office with luxurious carpeting, mahogany desk and furniture, an elaborate drinks cabinet and a wall of screens, where she could over watch all of her various operations. It was lit by table lamps, as outside it as still the early hours of the morning, but the rain and the dark were far from their thoughts.

"When did it go online?" Kat asked.

"About five minutes ago," replied Darius.

Kat frowned. "And this is live?"

"Maybe a few minutes lag," said Darius, "but yeah, Boss, this is happening as we speak."

The video in front of their eyes had been recorded earlier in the evening and from the homes of one of her closest operatives. On the screen in front of her she could see Maxwell Olsson lying stretched out on his bed. Max was a bouncer by trade, surly and strong, despite his age and the silver pony tail and beard. Yet there he lay, bound and spread-eagled on his bed, as helpless as anyone could ever hope to be.

"Any idea who is hosting this?"

"No, Boss, but we're tracing it as we speak, see if we can find out how they knew where to send it."

Kat nodded. "Who else can see this?"

"Just us."

"Good," she said and nodded. "For now, let's keep it that way."

At that moment another figure appeared on the screen.

"What the hell is that?" Darius asked.

Kat smiled. "Oh, wow," she said and grinned. "It's a Kat. An actual Kat. How wonderful."

"Boss?"

"Shush, Darius," she said. "Watch."

The Kat was female and covered in cream coloured fur. She had broad shoulders and a perfectly cute feline face framed by long lengths of rich golden hair that fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were gleaming like sapphires, her smile was as bright as it was deliciously inviting. She wore nothing other than her fur, but shadows clung to the recesses of her voluptuous form.

"Hello, Tickle Monster," said the Kat. "My name is Aschette."

"What kind of name is that?" smirked Darius.

"Hush," said Kat. "I've heard of these Kats and of who they work for. Never thought to meet one."

"I bring you greetings from Lady Gedan," said Aschette. "I know you can hear me and I know you must be worried about what we have in store for your friend, Max." She looked over her shoulder. "Such a big strong boy, I had quite the time of securing him, I can tell you."

"Can she hear us?" Kat asked.

"No."

Aschette turned back to look at the camera. "I want to reassure you that I've no intention of hurting him," she said. "I have something far sweeter than that. Something he will enjoy as much as I will - as much as you will, in fact...Tickle Monster."

Kat grinned. "I bet," she said.

"What are they going to do him?"

"Tickle him out of his senses, I suspect," she said with no small amount of amusement.

Darius nodded - it was all part of the Boss's game. "Fair enough," he said. "What do we do?"

"We watch," said Kat, getting comfy in her chair.

"My Mistress would like to extend her full greetings," Aschette said and gave a little bow. "She apologises for not being able to meet you in person, but there is urgent business she must attend with. She hopes to greet you soon on a more...personal level." A smile flashed across Aschette's face, the meaning of which could not be mistaken.

"Meet the infamous Gedan, eh?"

"You know her?" asked Darius.

"I've heard her name," said Kat. "If you deal in the right tickling circles world for long enough, you'll come across her. I would love to get my hands on her. Or, even better, her partner."

"Who's that?"

"A daemon, so they say."

Darius smirked. "Seriously? A daemon?"

Kat nodded. "A tickle daemon, to be specific," she said. "Sweet, isn't it?"

"If you say so, boss."

"I do. And I sense a great opportunity here."

Kat poured herself a drink and settled into the chair. She felt a lot more relaxed and in control of the situation now. At least none of her boys or girls were in danger. And this night might prove rather rewarding, if things go as she hopes.

"Lady Gedan offers to the Tickle monster the full services of her Kats," Aschette said. "This here is to show what we can offer."

Aschette turned from the camera and moved over to the bed where Max lay. His struggling increased at the sound of her approach, but he calmed when she slipped her hand into his and bent low to whisper something in his ear. She stroked his face and then with effortless grace, she slipped a leg over him and sat on his thighs.

"Poor Max," tittered Kat. "Imagine what he must be thinking."

"You think he expects us to rescue him?"

Kat shrugged. "Maybe," she said. "But let's not ruin his fun just yet."

Aschette was rocking gently back and forth on top of Max. Her long sinuous tail was sliding down the inside of Max's left leg, teasing around his ankle. Max was giggling now, the deep grunts of his laughter audible to Kat an Darius, but the tail at his ankle was the least of his ticklish worries. Aschette lifted her hands and let them fall onto Max's hips. Max jolted but then started twisting and turning as she wriggled her fingers.

"NAAAaahaa haaahaa haaahaaaaa!" Max's voice was deep, but there was something wonderfully helpless and occasionally high pitched about his laughter. "Gaaahahaaahaaaa!"

Aschette was teasing him; Kat could hear her voice but not what she was saying. She wriggled and dug with her fingers, a smile on her face as Max shook in his bonds. Then her fingers slid up onto his sides with only the tips of her nails touching. Max drew in a deep breath, the muscles of his stomach tightening visibly. In the next instant she was scratching and stroking lightning fast with her finger nails and poor Max erupted into hysterics.

"Eeeeeeeeheeheheheheeee!" he shrieked. "NOooaaahahaaaahahahaha hahahaahhaahahaha ehehahahaheh ehehahah hhhaahahah! Bwaahahahahaahahahaaaaaa!"

"Ooh," chucked Aschette. "What a teekly ikkle tummy. Tickle tickle tickle!"

Long minutes passed without further comment and it was with a sense of amused curiosity that Kat watched Aschette tease and torment one of her big hitters. It fascinated her that no matter how big or strong they were, even the mightiest could be brought to humble end through tickling. It was so sweet and satisfying - especially when she did it; when she could see the resistance crumble away in their eyes and the laughter over take them.

"Fu..aaAHHAHahahahaha youuuahahah hahahahaahahahahaahaha!" Every muscle in Max's body was tensed and, were it not for his squeals and hysterical laughter, there would be something very intimidating about it. "Nahahaha ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! EEeeeheeeeheeaaaa! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Tut tut," Aschette said, her reproach playful in tone. "Such language. You clearly have far too much air in your lungs if you can say things like that. Let's see if I can correct that."

"Nonononono!"

Heedless of his words, Aschette moved her hands up into his armpits.

"Gaaahaahahahahaah!" Max roared, trying to pull his arms down, but not even his great strength could protect him from her fingers. "NAAAHahHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAH!"

At the same time, Aschette lowered herself on top of him, sliding down his body so she sat between his legs. Reaching her arms above her head, so she could still tickle him, she lowered her head and started to blow little raspberries on his belly button.

"NAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!" cried Max. "NAAAHAAAT THE BELLY! AHAHAHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! T-TOO MUCH AHAHAHEHEHAHAH AHEHAH HEHEHAHAHAHHAAAA!"

"Ooh," teased Aschette in between her raspberries. "I thinks likkel Max loves his belly tickles."

"AAH HAA HAHAHAAA SHIEEEAAAAA AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHE!"

Kat found herself giggling softly. "Poor thing," she said without even a hint of sympathy.

"Looks like she's got him good and proper."

"Indeed."

"PLEEHEHEHEHAAHAHAHAH!" cried Max. "No moooOOORE HAHAHAAH EHEHEHAAAHAHA AHAHA HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!"

Aschette lifted her head up off of his belly. "Has ikkle Max had enough?" she asked.

Max nodded.

Aschette rose up into a sitting position, like a snake curling back on itself. Her hands slid down his chest and onto the material of his underwear. They paused. A loud purr rose to fill the room along with heavy breathing coming from Max.

"Perhaps Max would like something a little softer now," Aschette purred, her voice honeyed. "Something...a little more...intimate?"

Even with the poor quality of the feed, it was clear to Kat that Max was blushing and that Aschette's words were welcome ones. He nodded and the purring grew louder.

"Good little Max," purred Aschette. "But I don't think anyone else needs to see this." She turned to look at the camera and smiled. "We await your response, Tickle Monster."

"I'm sure you do."

Aschette slipped her hands down and under the material of Max's underwear and a moment later the screen went black.

"Bloody hell," said Darius, sitting back.

Kat chuckled and looked at her second in command. "Not even a blush, Darius?"

"I've seen it before, Boss," he said. "What do we do?"

At that very moment there was a knocking on the door. Kat bade them enter and a young man in a very fine suit rushed in holding a DVD case.

"What is it, Julian?" asked Kat.

"T-this has just come in," he said. His face was narrow and the goatee he had immaculately kept. He passed the case to her. "It was addressed to you personally."

Kat frowned. "I trust you have checked it," she said, taking it off of him.

"Yes, boss."

"Well, what is it?"

"It's Sonya, boss," he said and blushed.

Kat had a sneaking suspicion of what was going to be on it. She dismissed Julian and turning around, she put the DVD into the player.

"Trouble, boss?" asked Darius.

"I'm guessing Sonya has also received a visit from one of the Kats," she said. "Darius, get a team together and head over to Max's place to...make sure he's okay. If Aschette is still there, bring her in for me. But don't hurt her."

"Understood, boss," said Darius and slipped out of the room.

When she was alone, she played the DVD and watched Sonya's ordeal at the hands and mouth of Rhenn. She skipped through parts of it, knowing all too well what Sonya's laughter sounded like. Towards the end, however, after Sonya has been freed and became the willing recipient, she skipped even more. She blushed at what she saw, but could well understand it.

"At least you're in good hands," she said to herself.

At the end, when Sonya was lost in blushes and a delirium of kisses and licks, Kat realised she had underestimated just how much Sonya enjoyed it. It went deeper than just the tickling for her. Who knew? Kat made a mental note to be more careful of what missions she sent Sonya on. It wouldn't do to put her at risk or risk the operations.

It was dawn by the time she finished watching the video. She stretched and yawned but her thoughts were wrapped up in the evening's events. The fate of Max had warmed her blood and the same for Sonya. This Gedan and her Kats were a wonderful complicating issue. One that could yield wonderful results, as the DVD had shown. When Rhenn's licks and kisses and teases had started to ease Sonya out of her clothes, Kat had switched it off. Such intimacies were not meant for the eyes of others. Let Sonya enjoy it as she wants - no need to intrude on it.

"Well, well," Kat said. "Your message has been received loud and clear, Gedan. And I am most eager to hear what it is you have to say to me."

Kat's phone rang. It was Darius.

"Boss," he said. "Max is fine and we got Aschette."

"Good. Any trouble?"

Darius chuckled. "Only from Max," he said. "Don't think he liked us taking her away."

Kat tittered. "Bring her to my suite," she said, "and prep her for me."

"Yes, boss."

Kat slipped her phone back into her pocket. Turning, she unlocked one of the drawers and removed a polished oak box. Inside were her collection of feathers, gloves and other sweet instruments of tickling.

"Well, Aschette," she said. "I hope you're in the mood for giggling. I have a very special reply for your Gedan."

To be continued...