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Chapter 2

"That's finnnnneeeee." Saber turns around to face the deliciously helpless soles in front of him and prods the toe pad with the prong of his fork. "We can start off with something less personal. Work our way up to really get to know each other. Let's seeeeeeeeee. What should I ask first?"

Saber ponders for but a moment before light dragging the fork up from the heel to the very tip of the tiger's toe bean.

"Ahhhhhahaha! What!? Why?! Dude!"

"Master Saber, not dude. Why what?" Saber drags the fork over the tiger's sole once more, this time making sure to trace the shape of paw pad of the left foot paw with one prong touching the pad and the other barely skimming the fur. J backs his paw away from the fork by only fractions of an inch only to be reminded by the wall hitting the top of his footpaw. Turning his foot sideways proved just as futile as he could barely twist his ankle against whatever was holding them. He was stuck.

"Yo-- ahhhhhahahaha pffft-- Stop! You haven't even asked a question yet! That's not how you do interrogation you idiot!"

"Ah, Master. Saber. Not idiot. Whatever! I suppose I'm reaaalllllly bad at this then?" Saber responds in an exaggerated, almost comical tone. With the fork in his right hand, he grabs the tiger's foot with his left and begins prodding between the tiger's toes; alternating between just poking, scratching, and sawing between the sensitive skin.

"Aahaha-- fuck! Fuck! Fuck no! Stop! Please fucking-- hahhhh-ughhhhhh stop please!"

Not that J could move his foot out of the way, but there's just something about having his foot held by the sole that makes him even more vulnerable than he already is. He could feel Saber's warm hand directly over his arches, the palm rubbing against his struggling sole, and Saber's thumb moving in a circularly, clawing motion on the side of his paw pad. J shakes his other foot paw in frustration and sprays his toes while his other foot is felt up by Saber's fingers and assaulted by that damn fork.

"Then again, who said I'm interrogating you? We're having such a friendly chat over a nice hot cup of tickling the ever-loving-kittens out of you!" Saber refocuses his attention on the tiger's wiggling toe. J has the cutest, plumpliest toe beans. Nice and moisturized. Saber rubbed his thumb over each toe and felt the smoothness of it slide against his own fingerpad. J's footpaws aren't dry at all and Saber was unsure whether it was naturally like that all the time or from the tickling. He could feel a thin layer of sweat forming on the bottom of the tiger's toes. Feeling partly devious and wholly curious, Saber holds the Tiger's big toe tightly with his fingers and with the fork started scribbling all over the one toe bean. The tiger shrieks at the sudden attack to Saber's delight - the black cat could hear his captive's shrill scream even through the thickness of his holding cell.

"Please! Ughhh nooo! Oh noooo! Please stop! Stopppppppp!! Please!!" J's whole body shaking in his confined space, his footpaw spazzing in Saber's hand. What little control he had came down to either holding it back or pushing his toe against the black cat's fork. J could see from the monitor Saber reaching out of view to grab at something only to find him bring a whole bundle of cutlery in view. J begins to sweat through the brief moment of rest as Saber fans out and holds several forks together in an arc, fanning himself with the contraption.

"Hey tickle toy, wanna see something really, really cool?" Saber taunts. Despite the mosaic censor covering the cat's face, the tiger could see a gleam in Saber's eyes reminiscent of a child on Christmas morning.

"No!"

"What, this thing?" Saber holds the fan of forks to the camera as if the tiger had any trouble making it out, "noooooooooo! You're going to get this either way. Right, before we really get started, wanna see something else that's really cool, though?"

"Again, fuck no!"

"Well, okay, say that you get to choose between getting tickled.." Saber eyes his forky fan, then back to the camera, "...and seeing something realllllyyyyy cool that I've been working on, which one would you pick?"

"I.. Neither! No means no!"

"Oh, so when it's convenient for you, no means no, but when it's not, no means keep trying, huh?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?" The tiger retorts. Saber clearly is trying to get at something and the ambiguity to starting to get under his skin.

"You'll find out later, but for now, gotta show you this really cool thing."

"If you were going to do it regardless of my choice then why even bother to ask?" The tiger growls, losing his patience. He watches as Saber fiddle with a smartphone before the monitor flickers off for a moment and turns back on with four mini picture-in-picture feeds to the right side, with a zoomed in feed of his soles filling the entire big picture. Three PIPs were of his feet in different angles - the top, the side, and from the bottoms up, while the last PIP was of his face in the dark. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

"Not dude. No dudes here. Master Saber. Also, didn't want you to miss anything." Saber chirps in, as each PIP is cycled through the big picture with no delay, "watch this, it's really cool. You can't do anything right now since you're..uh, stuck... in there.. and... not out there.. well I suppose your foot paws are out here; BUT HEY! If you ever get out and you go on my website, you'll get to swap views. No loading screen, just tap on the view you want, total interactive recording from start to fini--"

"RECORDING?!" The tiger feels a flush coming on his face.

"Don't interrupt. And yes! full 4K on all 5 cameras! The display you got in there is total crap so you're not gonna see it but man, view this on a 72 inch and you can see every single strand of fur on those yummy feet of yours. We're gonna make sure every ticklish stroke is documented so no one would have to miss these cute bouncy wiggly tiger toesies get tickled and tortured. And the licks and nibbles and kisses and noms and all the other good stuff. Mmhmm, we're not gonna let these yummy foot paws go to waste." Saber stares at the soles on the wall with stars in his eyes, "..and then, after alllllll that, you're going to beg me to show some good loving to these tempting, alluring, tender, soft soles."

"I don't consent to being record or any of this gross fucking weird ass shit!"

"Oh! Consent! Right! Another thing that's *a thing* only when it's convenient for you." Saber scoffs at the tiger, "don't worry, though, in about 5 hours this recording is going to be the least of your problems. 6 hours tops. I promise."

"Quit being vague and just tell me what it is you want!"

"My way's more fun. I want this, and soon enough you'll want this too. Besides, we'll get there eventually, but right now, we got something else to do to these yummy foot paws." Saber flings his forky fan into the air, watches it do a flip, and catches it in his hand.

"Hey FUCK NO WE'RE NOT DONE! I said no!" J squeezes his eyes shut as hard as he could to block out the image coming through his screen as though it would also block out the sensation from his soles. A strong hand grabs hold of both his big toes and pulls both his foot paws together. J braces himself for the tickling sensation to hit him like a truck.

And nothing.

J waited for the inevitable, but all he felt was a light breeze on the soles of his foot paws and the hand holding them together. No movements. No tickly sensation. Just dreadful silence and an unnatural stillness like the calm before the storm. J twitches his toe against Saber's hand paw involuntarily but there was no response from the cat. J slowly peels open one eye to look at the screen, and to his surprise, an uncensored black cat greets him with a huge grin next to his sole.

"I told you I could see you, remember? And I want you to watch everything I'm going to do to your foot paws. Hence the point of the PIPs." For the first time the tiger heard the black cat's voice - his real voice - as the cat continued to slowly fan the tiger's soles on the wall, where they sat mere inches away from his diabolical tool.

"You're a fucking creep. You look like a super creep, and you sound like a super mega creep." J winces at as the fan moved across his soles, expecting the ticklish sensation to overtake him; but also relieved when he realized there was no contact.

"Huh, guess the filter's glitching out again. Not creep. Not super or mega. Master Saber. Super mega Master Saber isn't the same though." Saber looks away to the side, focusing his attention to the the display off of the tiger's screen. Unbothered that the mosaic's gone, Saber shrugs his head. "So much for that mysterious stranger factor. Anyway, it's not remotely close to as creepy and super mega ultra infinity to the power of infinity pervy as it's going to get. I promise. For realsies. Scout's honors!" The cat grins at the camera with a full set of pearly whites. The tiger hates that the cat is exactly his type - a short, smaller, twinky guy with a playful personality. Just like Tossinople, the husky he had a crush on. Had he not been in this position, he might eve--

"Scout's honors my arse!" J pushes the thought out of his mind. No. He doesn't find Maste-- fuck no, fuck no fuck no fuck no fuck no fuck no. He doesn't find the pervert attractive at all. He's not attractive at all!

"If you insist I can do that arse of yours later, free of charge. Though if you're not offering, I suggest you shut up and start enjoying this--" Without warning, Saber prods the middle of both of the tiger's arches with his fan. A 'Nmmm mmmmm!' escapes out of J's maw as he closed his eyes again instinctively and waited for the torture to begin anew. For a second time there was nothing. The tiger was almost afraid to peak knowing what the cat told him only moments ago. So long as he keeps his eyes shut, he can still starve off the attack.

"Do you want me to play with your cute toesies beanies first or down to the feel first?" Saber widens his eyes and grins widely. The tiger felt a chill shoot down his spine and ended in tingles in his thighs as he pried opened the tiniest slit to take the tiniest peak.

"Hnggg.. Nnnnn.. Not like it matters.. You prick. Heels."

"Not prick. Master Saber. And so toesies beanies it is!" Saber licks his lips, and fans his forks upwards, barely touching the skin of the tiger's arches. J swears he could feel every single one of the cold metallic prongs skiing over his soles, and just when he thought it couldn't be worst the same sensation reaches his paw pads.

"Nnnnn.. NOOOOO!! Nyyaaaahhhaaahhaaaaahahahahaahah!"

"For the record it would have been the toesies either way, but I would have been nicer had you given in with the right choice." Saber squeezes the tiger's big toes and continues brushing the tips of the fork over the tiger's pads. The metal prongs scratching along the paw pads' grooves like a phonograph needle playing vinyl - a symphony of the tiger's laughter.

"Nnnnahaha, no more! No more!! Ple--Ahahaahaaha please!"

"Question! Get it right and you'll be rewarded. Get it wrong and be severely punished. Any ideas why the forks are in a fan shape?"

"It's... b-because it gets both of my feet at the same time isn't it, Master pervert?" J subconsciously wiggles his toes to push away the tickly feeling on his pads as he catches his breath. Realizing what just came out of his mouth, J's cheeks flushed red and bit his tongue.

"Close but not quite. Master Saber. Which part of your feetsies?" Not missing the momentary lapse of submission and embarrassment, Saber pushes the tiger on, "say it. I want to hear you say it."

"My...my.. mmmmmmmmurrgggggggghhh" The tiger turns his head away from the screen with what little avoidance he can.

"Say it out loud for Master." Saber prods the center of the tiger's paw pad with the handle of the fan, then drags it down the arch to the heel.

"Nyaaaooww!! My.. my..mmmmmrrrrhhhh.. My toes!"

"Toesies~ beanies~" Saber sing songs the word at the tiger, prodding the pad of the other foot, and eying the camera. The tiger could feel Master Sab-- The damn pervert's gaze on him. "Use the right words, kitty cat.'"

"...T-toesies b-b-beanies" J's voice barely left his throat.

"Can't. Hear. You." Saber scratches the tiger's sole with each word, each resulting in a high pitched whimper. "Say it for Master."

"Toesies beanies!" The tiger yells at the screen, his face burning fire hot with the ridiculousness of it. His face was so warm he could feel the sweat evaporating off of it. Whether it was a glitch in the camera or the blushing, the redness on the tiger's face didn't go unnoticed by either Saber or the tiger himself. J could feel tears begin to well in his eyes, and he chokes it back.

"See? Was that so hard? Now for your reward. I get a five minute break from tickling you.. as soon as we're done molesting the rest of your adorable foot paws with this."

"WHAT?! GOD! NO! PLEASE! I DID WHAT YOU WANTED! PLEASE!!"

"Yeah, but I also want these foot paws to suffer a bit more." Saber takes hold of both of the tiger's big toes with renewed strength. The best part is trampling on what little hope they have and crushing it into the ground, Saber thought to himself, as he began the short, scratching assault on the sensitive spots between the tiger's toes and the paw pad.

"OH GOD-- NYAHAHA NO, PLEASE GOD NO PLEASE! Ahhhhhhhahahaha! Aahahaha please! Saber! Please!"

"Really, you've gotta learn by now. That's Master Saber to you."

"MASTER SABER, PLEASE!!"