S-ENF-018 - HIDING

Item #: S-ENF-018
Object Designation: Hiding

"You realize you can't hide from me?" said the nut-brown girl to Carol Song, smiling. "I have literally infinite time to look for you, you know."

"I wasn't hiding."

"Then why were you in the maintenance closet on Floor C-17, where they keep all the really bland and boring anomalies? You know, the piece of paper that makes any manila folder it's put in become a slightly darker shade of beige? The small lump of chalk that weighs 0.01 grams more than it should?"

"I was doing maintenance."

"But, Carol," the nut-brown girl, whose name is Thessaly, by the way, pointed out, "you don't work in maintenance. You're a security officer, not a janitor. Or did you get demoted because I keep beating you so easily?"

"No!"

"Then why were you doing maintenance, Carol? It doesn't really make a lot of sense, does it?"

"Fine," said Carol. "I wasn't doing maintenance. I was... on a secret mission."

"Ooh! What is it!"

"I can't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"It's a secret. Anyway, you don't work here. You're a specimen, not a scientist. You're supposed to be contained."

"Aww, but that gets boring! Well, it would if it wasn't literally impossible for me to be bored ever. I'd rather be out here playing with you." Thessaly smiled, her green eyes gleaming with delight. "Hey, Carol, don't people normally wear pants on secret missions?"

"What do you mean? I... god damn it!" Carol made a lunge for the pair of jeans, now in Thessaly's grasp, and missed completely as the Mediterranean-looking girl seemed to flicker back a couple of inches. She tried again, and discovered that her shoelaces had somehow been tied together. She tripped, and landed on the soft carpeted floor, planting her face directly in a large banana cream pie that hadn't been there only a moment ago.

"Cute undies," said Thessaly, looking down at Carol. The unlucky security officer was now clad in only a black tank top and a pair of white panties, patterned with pink kitten faces. "They suit you."

"Shut up! They were the only clean pair in..."

"In your underwear drawer? Wow, it's almost like someone stole the rest. Who could that be, I wonder."

Carol rolled onto her back, her hands between her thighs, ready to give Thessaly a piece of her mind. Then, suddenly, her hands were above her head, tied to something. Bedposts. And she was lying on a four-poster bed, spread-eagled, in what looked like a very fancy hotel room. Thessaly crouched over her, grinning.

"You've been captured by the enemy." she said. "And now you have to tell me what your secret mission was."

"Thessaly, get off! This isn't funny!"

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I'm not... eeheeheeheehee!" Thessaly had shoved Carol's tank top up over her flat toned stomach, and was tickling her ribs. "Stop it! No!"

"Talk, agent! Don't you know I'm a bad guy? Did you think you could lock me up and get away with it?" Thessaly pushed the tank top up, exposing Carol's full dark-nippled breasts, and began to run her fingers teasingly over the slopes and around her areola. "What's your secret mission? Confess!"

"I... don't... eeheehee! Have a secret mission!"

"Then why were you hiding?"

Twenty minutes of enthusiastic, full-body tickling later, roaming over every part of Carol's toned yet curvy body, from her strong thighs and her full breasts up to the nape of her neck and down to the soles of her feet, Carol was finally made to confess, through bursts of hysterical laughter and pleas for mercy, that she'd been hiding because she was scared of Thessaly. "Aw," said Thessaly, and kissed the tip of her nose. "That's so cute!"

Then she pinched Carol's right nipple, and said "Mission failed!"

"What?"

"This was a test of your integrity, agent! And you failed! You confessed Foundation secrets to the enemy! Naughty, naughty agent!"

"Ow! Stop pinching!"

"Okay," said Thessaly, brightly, and suddenly Carol wasn't tied to the bed any more. She lay over Thessaly's lap, bound hand and foot, bare bottom raised in the air. She was stronger than Thessaly, and ought to be able to wriggle free. But, somehow, every time she moved, she found herself right back in her original position.

"Stay still," scolded Thessaly. The paddle came down, again and again, turning Carol's bottom a lovely shade of pink as she yelped and squealed. This wasn't fair! She was way too tough for this! But she couldn't get away.

Finally, after an extremely sound spanking, Thessaly took hold of Carol's bottom with one possessive hand and said "Are you sorry?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry!"

"For being a naughty agent, and for confessing Foundation secrets, and, and for trying to hide from you! Because I was scared!"

"Do you want to be let go now?"

"Yes! Yes, please!"

"Normally, naughty agents are tied up somewhere nice and public, with no clothes on, so everyone can see how bad at their jobs they are. But I'm nice, so I'll give you a chance." Suddenly, the two women were standing in a cluttered alleyway. The day was bright. Sunlight peered between the high buildings on either side.

Carol, unbound, but still stark naked, covered herself with her hands and scowled at Thessaly, who was now holding a large digital camera. It clicked, again and again, immortalizing Carol's shame as she blushed and squirmed.

"It's so cute how you never get used to it," said Thessaly, happily snapping away. "The science behind that is really interesting. I caught your little performance in Japan last week. I thought it was great!"

"I hate you!"

"Aw, but I love how much you hate me. I love seeing you like this, all cowering and wriggling and blushing and knowing there's nothing you can do to get away. It must be so annoying! The fact that you hate me so much only makes it better."

"You're evil!"

"Haha, yep. Anyway, I'm also nice sometimes, so I thought I'd give you a chance. You are now in a random city, somewhere in the globe. There's an entrance door to the Foundation somewhere in the city. Probably. I mean, they're everywhere, right?"

"None of your business."

"Almost got you again! Anyway, I'm going to leave you here, all alone. Naked. To try and find your way home."

"Oh, no," said Carol, cautiously, glancing at some nearby cardboard boxes. Maybe she could use them as clothes. As soon as Thessaly was gone...

"Can't make it too easy!" Suddenly, Carol's hands were bound behind her back. Cat ears had been placed on her head, and a belled collar jingled round her neck. Glancing at her reflection in a nearby window, she could faintly make out the whiskers that had been drawn on her face.

"So cute! Meow for me."

"If you think I'm going to..."

"Meow or I spank your ass again and tie you up in the street."

"Meow," said Carol, "meow." Thessaly's camera was rolling, capturing video as she did her best feline impression. "Meow, meow, meow. I'm a cute little kitty cat." She listened to Thessaly's orders, and turned around, peering back over her shoulder at the camera as she wiggled her reddened bottom. "My name is Carol Song and I'm a naughty little secret agent kitty cat! I suck at my job and the bad guys spanked my naughty bottom!"

"I can't believe how adorable you are," said Thessaly, smiling brightly, as Carol scowled and blushed. "Okay, so here's the deal. If you make it back to the Foundation without being caught, you're free to go. You know, until next time. But if I see even one picture of you online..."

"...yes?"

"I'm posting this footage everywhere. And... I'm going to paint every single woman in the Foundation hot pink and leave them stark naked on the Champs-Élysées. And... I'm going to make sure they all know it's your fault."

"Oh."

"So you'd better be stealthy! Now get a move on, little kitty cat. You've got a lot of hiding to do."