Carmelita's tickling interrogation

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Inspector Carmelita Fox had been tracking down a well known scientist by the name of Prof. Mai Sienna for quite some time now. Carmelita, as well as other members of Interpol, have found a number of disturbed and traumatized victims claiming that the scientist had used them for various heinous experiments that had left them mentally broken. While Mai has been confronted on camera about the issue by reporters, she had shrugged off the accusations as nothing more than the insane rambles of broken indivivduals. Carmelita knew better than that, there were far too many accusations for her to ignore it, and now she had found the lab of Mai's operations on a remote island not too far from the mainland.

Carmelita had gone to this island of her own accord to get evidence of these dark acts or if need be incapacitate the professor. She took a small motor-boat and plotted her course. On the way there, Carmelita gave her gear one last inspection. She was garbed in her usual dark blue midriff-bearing corset, form-fitting dark blue pants, light brown leather jacket that contained a small camera and her trusty shock pistol, yellow gloves, and her long brown combat boots that contained a small flash-bang just in case.

After making sure everything was where it should be, Carmelita arrived at land and steathily made her way around the island. Passing through shrubbery and climbing a tree or two to get around, she finally found the enormous structure that was Mai's place of work. It really was a marvel to look at, most of it was carved out of marble with a wild-life sanctuary at the center with a view that overlooked the ocean as well as a few other windows that gazed over the forest Carmelita traveled through. Carmelita got closer and scanned the area for some kind of entrance.

She found a large window that could work as an entry way. When she got closer, she quickly dived into cover into a bush. Standing on the other side of said window was a panther in a lab coat drinking wine from a glass. Her hair was about shoulder-length, black, and her lab coat was left open. She wore loose blue pants and a red button-up shirt that split below her ribs, exposing the panther's navel with a jade belly button piercing just above it.

" Mai Sienna," Carmelita grumbled " You will be put to justice for your crimes."

Carmelita grabbed the camera from her jacket and turned it on, ready for some reconaissance photos. Mai took a sip from her wine glass and walked away from the glass in front of her to who knows where. Carmelita needed to know where. She started to get up from her position when she felt a sudden force pull her out from her cover. Carmelita had dropped her camera from the shock and she found herself dangling upside down staring at two gorrillas who had pulled her out.

She grunted as she reached for her shock pistol only for her arms now to be restrained by the other gorrilla. Carmelita struggled against her captors as she was taken inside. A bag was place over her head to prevent her from seeing what was inside or where she was going. However, she could still hear the groans and cries of others who had been captured or kidnapped. Carmelita felt her jacket taken off of her body as well as her boots before she felt a cold slab of metal on her back and shackles placed around her wrists, ankles, and tail.

" And who is our next subject?" Carmelita heard a feminine voice. The bag was taken off her head and standing before Carmelita with smirk was Mai.

" Ah Inspector Carmelita Fox," Mai said ", I had a feeling you would show if I had thought Sly Cooper would come for me."

" If ringtail would show, then you must have stolen goods from these innocent people!"

" Ms. Fox, these people gave there possessions to me as a thanks. I used the money they provided me for my research."

" As a thanks for ruining their minds!?"

" Well, not all of it went to research. I did spend some of it for myself." Mai swirled her wine and put emphasis on her navel piercing. " Nice isn't it. Maybe I'll let you touch when I'm done with you."

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