~ Aptitude Examination Room 003 ~

You stiffen at the words oozing from the serpents mouth. There was no denying that your body had a fair few sensitive spots... Who were you kidding? Your body was one massive sensitive spot.  
You can hear him moving around because his boots click off of the stone floor. Well you assume its stone because it was in the reception area. He is getting closer, slowly but you are sure he is. There are so many questions flying around your head. Will he let you go? Is he going to hurt you? Why is he doing this?!

“Well...?”, he pressed. His voice now closer than you'd have thought. You shake your head quickly from side to side glad that you have been allowed that freedom of movement at least. 
“Are you sssure ?”, he hisses. You stiffen again when you hear him dump something large and possible metallic next to your head. You nod your head quickly in response to his question.

“Hfway aah ou buang phith?”, You try your best to ask him why he is doing this. If he heard you or even understood you he chooses not to respond. It sounds like he is rummaging around in what ever he dropped on the table by your head. The clattering is enough to drown out the sounds of laughter that you heard up until now. 

“Found it!”, The serpent exclaims proudly to himself. You feel something land almost silently on either side of your torso. You wait in silence, afraid to even breath. What's going to happen to you. You blink rapidly as the item blocking your vision is quickly stolen from you. After a few startled blinks you are face to face with the serpent. You actually think you preferred not being able to see. He has straddled your midsection. Albeit without touching you... at all. He is balanced over you spinning the blindfold in one hand and hiding something else behind his back. Just squatting there, smiling. There is something about his smile that you cannot put your finger on. It scares the life out of you but... It feels right. If that is even a thing that a smile could be. His smile, he is in complete control almost taunting you with this knowledge, He could do what he wanted to you and you'd be powerless to stop him. Why were you enjoying this. Quick! Think of something else!
 
Your panicked brain forces you to take in as much of your surroundings as you can. Even if that meant looking away from him... Him and his smile. The room around you is much and such the same as the reception area as you had guessed. A door with a small barred window – that was new – a fire pit, what where those? You can see something just out of the corner of your eye its on the wall behind your head. The box is obscuring your vision. You crane your neck to try and get a better view. 

“Mufph”, You let out a muffled gasp and snap your head back to glare at him as he runs a finger down your tan furred side. He stops an inch or so above your hip but does not break contact. Leaving his finger there. Drawing little circles, maddening little circles with his nail.

“Don't worry about what'sss back there.”, He shifts his weight to bring his face close to yours again. You can still feel his finger just above your hip and squirm a little to try and lessen his contact with you. It doesn't work. He follows you perfectly.
“I am going to remove that gag... If you make a ssssound that'sss not an anssswer to my quessstionsss it will go back on and it will not be removed again...", He paused and the smile disappeared from his face. “Underssstood?", You nod your head slower this time. You hadn't even noticed that he'd stopped tracing a circle with his finger.  You have to tense up and stifle another gasp as he runs his finger back up your side, past your exposed breasts and up your neck to your face. He lingers there a moment and cups your face. Was he going to kiss you ? Why had you jumped to that conclusion ?
 
He does as he said he would and now holds both the blindfold and the gag in his hand. You take a few much needed breaths, As you do this he straightens up and is no longer uncomfortably close to your face. 
“Ssso... You're kind of cute. What breed of cat are you ?", He asks casually. What is wrong with him how can he be so casual, Why does he even care ? You decide its best to keep him happy though and answer him.

“S.Si..Siamese”, you stutter nervously. He looks puzzled for a moment and breaks eye contact with you before shrugging.

“Did you read your examination booklet?”, he says raising an eyebrow. The look of panic on your face was probably all the answer he needed but he waited anyway. 

“No I..”, you begin before being cut off by a sudden but slow buzzing sound. It was not the buzzing of insects it was more mechanical, more rhythmic.

“Then you won't know what you're in for... Or your sssafe word ?”, You can see his eyes light up. His piercing gaze once again turned to you. He lazily vaults off of the table and re attaches your blindfold. You try and move your head out of the way but you don't exactly have a mobile advantage. You are plunged into darkness again.
“I like you.", He proclaims. You are not sure how to take that. 
“Tell you what... lassst five whole minutesss without making a peep I will tell you your sssafe word.", Manage what you wonder. He pauses and you can hear some more rummaging by your head followed by a second buzzing sound. 
“You'll manage that no problem... Sssince you're definitely not ticklish...", You can hear him talking through his smile. You wish you could see it. Wait! Why!? 

Your capture allowed you a moment to contemplate your fate. A moment you probably could have better used to steel your nerve endings, but instead used it to follow blindly the buzzing sound as it came down over your head towards your body. You were shocked to say the least when he places what you can only imagine is an electric toothbrush on one of your nipples. The feeling is enough to make your back arch. You are barely containing moans of pleasure as it is then he adds a second brush to your other nipple. He moves them round in slow circles. You thrash your head left and right and clamp your teeth together in an your attempt to remain quiet. You attempt to move your tail which you'd forgotten about up until now and find it too to be strapped to the table.

You begin to hate yourself as you can feel your nether region begin to tingle. You try and clamp your legs together tightly in the hops that he won't notice. Unfortunately there is barely enough give to move your thighs at all. You are completely exposed to him. You despise him! You want to despise him. You're bound to a table at his mercy and all he does is smile. Well you cannot see this but you imagine it to be true... Why on earth are you imagining him at a time like this. You despise him remember? Your hate is cut short when he interrupts you.

“You're doing well... But I haven’t ssstarted counting yet", he whispers into your ear, close enough for his cold breath to send shivers down your already arched spine. You almost lose concentration and have to suck your lips in to trap a groan at the last moment. You are then without warning left without stimulation when the buzzing ceases. You relax your spine against the now cold in comparison table. You've sweated a little, you can feel it against your back and rear end. 
“I would feel guilty but you're a liar.", He speaks no longer by your head, you cannot feel his breath. You have no idea where he is though. You didn't hear any clicks... Did he take his boots off ? You feel once again something silently land on either side of you, this time at your hips. 

“Nohoho plehas!", You shriek having no time to suppress any noise as he spiders his fingers quickly but lightly up your sides and into your soft armpits. The tickling feeling as he strokes your underarms sends jolts up and down your body, you go to arch your back again but he must have noticed this as an escape mechanism and is now sat just above your hips leaving your head and toes as the only mobile part of your body. You might have noticed that he weighs an awful lot for someone who can move as quietly has him. You however do not notice this as you are too busy begging him to stop.
“Pleheas, Plehahas stohahap!", your begging does nothing but exacerbate the situation. He adds his long serpentine tail to the torment, brushing it between your inner thighs while his hands move up and down your sides in irregular patterns. It takes only a minute or two for your pleas to be reduced to maddened laughter. Tears are streaming down your face from beneath the blindfold, your breathing has become laboured. 
Your mind is racing you have given up trying to pre-empt his hands but his tail, his tail is all you can focus on. It's slow methodical brushing of your thighs, it does everything symmetrically brushing from just above the knee on either side working its way up to being tortuously close to your now moist nether region. Your sure if you time it right you can rub against his tail. Just concentrate! 
Wait why did you want this you wonder to yourself. Your sure you despised him, he was making you beg and squeal why where you so wet? Damn your thoughts! They cause you to miss the two strokes closest to your tingling nether. You couldn't wait, you needed it!
“Hahahahaha pah pleha please!", you beg through laughter and strained breathing managing to shout the last word whole.

“Pleassse what ?", your capture asks removing his tail from between your legs and slowing his hands to a crawl before resting them on your breasts. Now what? You wonder to yourself. He's stopped. Why now. Why not the last thirty times you pleaded. How are you going to do this? How would you get what you want? Would he just use this against you? Would he even care? 

“Sssaivic...", He cooed at you. “I won't ssstop forever... Pleassse what?", You are red beneath your pale tanned fur. How had it come to this. Not longer than ten minutes ago you were afraid for your very life, you hated him. Now you want nothing more than for him to touch you, you don't even care how. His hands on your breasts are enough to make you tingle all over.
“The correct responssse isss massster", He breaths out each word slowly. Master was he crazy! You're not going to call him that.

“Whahahahahaha!", You are cut off half way though your objection when he begins his assault again, this time on your stomach. One hand spiders from side to side between both hip bones just below your belt line while the other circles your navel, dipping in and out at random intervals. You'd had enough time to catch your breath, just as well really. Throughout this ticklish assault all you can think is Lower, Lower! You're screaming it internally now. God how you wish he'd move the hand tickling your hips lower. Even for a second. You buck your spine as best you can with his weight holding you down. Maybe if you can wiggle him down a bit... Maybe he'll miss. Miss right on target! There was probably no hiding it now, your slit was likely dripping onto the table. You couldn't feel this however, the combination of the heat in the room and tickling was causing you to sweat quiet a bit. Heck you might not have been as aroused as you thought you were. You doubt it though.
“Pluhahahaease!", You beg as best you can in between the laughter. You cannot see his face but you bet he's smiling. “Pleahahasahaha!", You repeat after another incomprehensible bout of laughter, failed begging and uncontrollable thrashing.

“Your a ssslow learner”, Your capture teases slowing his assault a bit. His tail returning to its usual methodical torture between your thighs. “You know exactly what I want to hear... Yet you keep it from me... How cruel”, he almost sounds almost genuinely offended. “We can both be cruel you know ?”, He barely has enough time to finish his sentence before he makes you squeal with laughter again. This time he's running the tip of his tail around your tail pipe. You've never felt anything like it. The ticklish sensation sends your body into further spasms, your head shakes from side to side and your toes clench and unclench. Your bucking again but not of your own volition. The odd moan of pleasure begins to replace what has been up until this point laughter and begging. This fact was unlikely to pass the serpent unnoticed. Your sure it hasn't when he begins to gently massage your nipples between his forefinger and thumb while tickling your breasts with his remaining fingers. 
You open your mouth to beg but you get no further than that when the serpent removes his tail and begins to quickly spider his hands up and down your sides again. Eliciting laughter from you instead of any request you might have been going to make. This continues for several minutes although it feels like a lot longer to you. He stops suddenly leaving you gasping for breath and your sides burning from laughing. 

“You know what? I'm feeling generousss, Let me help you.”, His words sounded comforting, the tone however could not have been more sinister. You feel his weight disappear from your stomach but the sound of your own laboured breath masks any sound he made on landing. He was quiet, very quiet.

“WheMUFPH!” your question is cut short when something is shoved into your mouth. You bite down instinctively. Rubber, you'd kind of hoped it'd been his hand. Sure hand, that's what you wanted. You can feel your nethers tingling again. You groan a little when you feel your ears being played with. It was warming, pleasant. It lasts for only a few seconds when his hands are replaced with what you can only assume are ear muffs. You cannot hear anything, you cannot talk and you cannot see. The taste or rubber and the smell of the room are the only things you have left to you.

You lie there, panting, waiting. What was he going to NO! You wail internally. Not that, Anything but that. You squeal into your gag and thrash your head. He was at your feet, slowly stroking his finger nails up and down your sensitive paw pads. One hand to one pad. You clench your toes in a valiant effort to stop him, But he's tickling your pads and none of your four toes can cover them. You cannot even begin to form words your gagged begging has been reduced too nonsense. You thought that this wouldn't get worse, how much worse could it get? Arguably your most sensitive spot was being tickled and you had no way to object or move. Your captor was going to show you.
He stopped for just long enough for both you to catch your breath. You wondered what he was doing. What you wouldn't give for something between your legs. You wonder quickly why that is still a thought you're having. Not for long mind you because you can feel him messing with your toes... He's not tickling them, well not on purpose – although it does tickle – he is just moving them and... Tying them back. 
“Mno mno mno ptheaph” you plead with him as it dawns on you what is about to happen. Your pleas fall on deaf ears and you are quickly send into hysterics albeit muffled hysterics as he one by one activates electric toothbrushes and places them between each of your toes. Your soft flesh being tickled by both the rotating bristles and the vibration caused by them. He makes his way towards your head, although you cannot see this but realise his must have when he grabs both sides to keep it still. He's stronger than you'd think but you might have already commented on that. Your not thinking straight if at all at the moment. He lifts a single earmuff and whispers gently to you.

“I'll be back in five... or ssso minutesss, I have someone else to attend to. Be good while I'm gone.”

You are left or at least you presume you have been left alone in the dark. Your body racked by ticklish sensation, shortness of breath and unfulfilled lust. You hope he comes back, the batteries have to run out some time though. Right ? You have no choice but to laugh and laugh you do.