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"Okay, you're big and all, but I refuse to believe that you can't come up with a costume that will fit you for the third year in a row." Alessia was well aware that she had attempted this excuse several times already, but it was always worth an attempt to avoid having to wear a silly costume again. Madame was also aware of every attempt, and almost certainly knew why they were happening.

"As it happens, I anticipated this little snafu," which was an unexpected wrinkle for the tigress, "and took the liberty of arranging not only for a costume but for you to be a centerpiece of this evening's entertainment." Which was the exact opposite of what she was wanting to do. All she really wanted, as usual, was to spend a party as part of the crowd instead of part of the action. Granted, she wasn't all that upset to be in the spotlight, normally, but so often it meant playing a role that suited what she looked like more than how she felt.

"Oh, don't make that face. No you're composure isn't slipping," the little mouse amended, "but I know where you're thinking. I have always known, haven't I?"

Alessia nodded. Madame had been able to read her like a book for well over a decade now. It helped, perhaps, that she was a book that wanted to be read.

"I know that you don't want to play the monster, don't want to be the barbarian or the warrior princess. I know exactly what role will suit you. You trust me, don't you?" Again, she nodded. "Very good. Don't you worry about a thing. Tomorrow afternoon you will report to Simon at four. He'll make sure you are all done up where you need to be in time for the show. Now, just sit back and relax, I need a quiet chair while I do my reading."

Alessia settled back down and closed her eyes. She was big, she was still, and she was warm for the mouse in her lap.

Simon was waiting for her when she came up the elevator. One of the usual entertaining spaces for the larger parties, this entire floor of the building had been cleared and rebuilt as a single open room, windows on every side, with all of the support and utility things in the middle. Bathrooms, and so on, all clustered around the stairs and elevators, leaving thousands of square meters of empty room that could be configured as needed.

Much of that was being done right now, with temporary walls being configured and decorations strung up. The southeast corner was being turned into a haunted maze, there was a theater being put together for horror movies next to it, and her handler was standing over in the northwestern section. He didn't need to wave her over or catch her attention. Like most of the long-term staff, the cacomistle knew she was already aware of him, and would do as she was told without needing additional motivation. Madame's instruction was her law.

She was, however, pretty curious about what she was getting into, given that Simon was standing amidst what looked like the bastard child of a high school woodshop and remnants from a mad scientist set. Some wood, some metal, some glass. Several bits that looked very arcy-sparky.

"Don't get too worked up about those. They're environmental effects, just for show. They'll be bright and noisy, but no actual voltage to you." Simon started assembling whatever he was assembling, occasionally asking her to stand here or stretch there, and at one point measuring several bits of her limbs for fit. Then sent her away to get herself prepared for a long session. Which mostly meant using the bathroom, getting some water in her system, and doing a little exercise to limber up. It might seem counterintuitive to stretch and warm up in order to be bound, but she'd found that it helped her endurance quite a bit.

When she came back, he was mostly finished. It looked a lot like a tilt rack, a long board with manacles and restraints that could be raised and lowered, and one end or the other tilted up or down as well. A slot down the length of the lower half for her tail. As he was strapping her in he made sure to point out a few features, too.

"All of the restraints have recessed chains, so you're not immobilized. You can move and thrash and fight, which Madame assures me you will do. However, all of the chains are on spring tensioners, so the harder you pull, the harder they'll pull back. Go ahead, lift your arm and see."

She tried to lift her arm, and found the first few inches were free. Chain came from a hole in the board behind her, but as soon as she got the chain tight, it started to resist her pull. And after that, every little bit she managed to move got harder and harder, until eventually she had to let it pull her back down.

"Now, I can adjust the tension some, if you want to be more tightly restrained, or if you want some more room to really rattle those chains?"

"I guess that depends on what's going on tonight?"

"Oh no, you won't be getting spoilers from me, cat. Madame was very clear about how much you're allowed to know. Okay, we've fit checked you, and there's your costume. Get dressed up, princess."

He unlocked the various cuffs, and helped her into the freshly delivered costume. It had Vanjaram's touch, fitted neatly to her, but it was the silliest thing, when matched to her size. Very frilly, soft pinks and blues. Simon hadn't been kidding about the princess look, right down to a glittery tiara that nestled between her ears. Given how flimsy the material seemed to be, she didn't anticipate the dress lasting the night.

The sun was starting to sink, and it looked like all the prep work was done. Just in time, too, as guests started to emerge from the elevators in twos and threes. She felt incredibly silly as a two and a half meter tall tigress princess, but it was a Halloween party, everyone was going to feel or look a little silly. Most of her concern was when Madame was going to show, and what kind of a night she was in for.

The first one answered itself fairly quickly, as the petite mouse slipped through the crowd. Madame Finch was just about a full meter shorter than Alessia was, ginger hair starting to gray close to the same shade as her fur. She didn't bother with dye, and Alessia was happy to have an owner who looked mature enough for the job. Some folks might balk at the idea of having an owner, or owning another person. To the two of them it was natural, an extended metaphor for trust, affection, and obedience. Alessia trusted that Madame would treat her fairly, and would not harm her. Madame trusted that Alessia would do as she was told, tell her if there was a problem, and communicate her needs and wants. Both of them cared deeply for each other, and the irregularities of their relationship were only really important to them.

She was dressed up like some sort of mad scientist, lab coat and wrench and a big grin. There wasn't much attention coming their way yet, and Simon had vanished, leaving them together for a moment in a little island set aside from the growing crowd. Madame didn't say anything, just reached up, waited for Alessia to bow her head, then took the back of the tigress' neck and pulled her down for a kiss. There was the affection.

"Up and lay down, "princess", and let's get you all secured. I'll tell you how things are going to go while I make sure you're locked up nice and tight." She worked one limb at a time, bindings on ankle and thigh, on wrist and bicep, all attached to those spring-backed chains. "So you're a princess, I've kidnapped you, and your family has elected not to pay your ransom. So of course, I have to get something out of you."

She gestured at the edge of the little ring as she locked the last lock. "There's two donation trackers, one for "let her go" and one for "keep doing things to her" or something like that. I don't think you have to worry about which one is going to fill up faster. Don't worry honey, I'm not in the mood for actual torture tonight. So we're going to do other things, but do try and look like you're struggling, for the sake of things, yes?"

Alessia nodded, and felt a flutter of relief knowing that the little mouse wasn't going to turn on her sadistic side tonight. She could take it, and withstand it, and endure it, but if she was being honest she didn't really enjoy the pain and suffering for itself. She enjoyed when Madame pushed her, hard, but mostly she just wanted to feel her owner's hands on her and enjoy that closeness. Sometimes she earned that through obedience, sometimes she earned it through endurance. Sometimes it wasn't earned, simply given, and she treasured those moments even more.

The first signal that things were happening was a loud electric pop, and a flash of lightning as one of the props lit up, a pair of wires with arcs of electricity rising between them. Madame put on her persona, climbed up on the head of the rack, standing over Alessia's head. She had a very nice view of how little was on under that lab coat, and a fleeting fancy wondered if she'd get to taste her mouse later.

"Ah! An audience!" There was a deliberate inflection there, a touch of manic artificial madness. "Welcome, welcome, I have such sights to show you! My minions kidnapped me a princess but her father, well, he decided to cut his losses and won't pay his ransom. So her fate is up to you folks. There's two scan codes right there at the foot of her bed. Donate what you will, and I'll do as you indicate. Well, okay, I'll do what I want, but your charity can influence my choices. Really, your donation options are mercy or fun. Please choose fun, I'm going to do it anyway, so that way you can feel like your vote actually mattered."

There was a ripple of laughter from the audience, and only a few seconds later the first soft chimes came from the end of her table. Alessia didn't crane her neck to look, she knew what kinds of folks would be donating already. It was really a pretty intuitive system. The louder the chime, the larger the donation, and for now there were faint notes.

Which was enough prompting for Madame to do what she was already going to do anyway. There was a dress in the way, and that wouldn't do. The little mouse hopped off the table and reached underneath, grabbed something, then kicked a switch that brought Alessia down. Her feet were only a little bit above the floor, the end of the table probably touching the floor, and she felt movement as her head came further up. Maybe a 30 degree incline, but she was long enough for that to put her head at a very nice height. The proper one, so her mouse could slide scissors down from her throat to her waist, shredding flimsy fabric and exposing her to the flickery light, and the audience as well.

There were several pleased looks and noises, though she had some trouble seeing the audience clearly in the dim light. She wasn't overly well endowed, at least in proportion, but in absolute terms, there was plenty of breast to entice those so inclined. Plus Madame knew just what to do with them. Neat little clamps for her nipples, not pinchy in the slightest but she squirmed and growled like they were. Bites through thinner fur, not just on her breasts either, but belly and sides as well. Those did have an element of pain, and the rattled chains weren't all of show, but she knew and trusted her mouse, so it wasn't like she was really trying to get away.

That was going to be a problem with trying to convince anyone she wanted mercy. She really, really didn't. Which was almost certainly obvious, given the way that she was arching into the bites, and how her cries were both soft and musical, not desperate.

A louder chime came, and Madame looked up from another bite to scan the crowd for a moment. "Hmph, Sofia. My old nemesis, I might have known you'd show your face." Was this scripted? Sofia Guthrie was about the same age as Madame, and her public persona had all the morals of an alley cat in heat, a neat match for her appearance. She was also one of Madame's closest friends, and she was also a guaranteed, bone deep sadist.

Which was lending an edge of actual worry to her mostly pretend struggles. Sofia wasn't shy about what she liked, knew Alessia could handle it and loved the way she reacted. All dangerous things, especially if, as she suspected, this had all been planned out ahead of time. It might not have been, Sofia was very generous with her husband's money, and might just be playing along. But relying on that "maybe" seemed inadvisable.

"Yeah yeah, you mousy tart. You know how it is. Some little squeaker's always trying to elbow in on my schtick, gotta come show them who's boss." The audience seemed divided on that, a mix of snickers with various vocalizations that amounted to "oh no she didn't" in the most serious of tones. It didn't slow down either of the ladies in the slightest. Alessia was leaning toward planned, at this point, as they continued to exchange barbs over her half-stripped body. Which ended with a challenge.

"Fine, you philandering feline, a wager. I'll bet I can make her moan louder than you. Winner takes her home for the weekend." The audience seemed to like that, and the chimes picked back up. Alessia now had a cat on one side and a mouse on the other. Sofia had matched Madame, more or less, and looked like a costumer had taken extreme liberties with the concepts of scientist and dominatrix.

Moan was a good word, much better, in her opinion, than yelp or howl or scream, which she was sure Sofia would have preferred. Moan was much better, and despite not having said as much, the ladies appeared to have elected to each take a side of tigress to do things to. Madame on her right, the cat on her left, and for the moment both were playing with her breasts. Squeezing, rubbing, nipping at. All very good things in her opinion, which she was quite vocal about, soft moans and rumbles of pleasure. She arched once, when Sofia found just the right spot and angle for a bite, and sent a shudder of pleasure down her spine.

Madame was not willing to be outdone, though she was perhaps less interested in being particularly nice. She reached under the table for a moment, and came back with a small thing, black handle and a short, blunt, red little rod. Alessia had just enough time to register the sharp click before she felt the blunt tip touch to her breast, and the pop of static electricity zapped her. She jerked and yelped, pulling away from Madame instinctively. Lots of rattle in those chains for a moment. Alessia was not a fan of that little tool. Not far removed from a taser, just stepped down a bunch, but still quite capable of making anyone on the receiving end really unhappy.

Sofia appeared to take umbrage to this escalation, but since she apparently hadn't brought any similar tools with her she had to make do with what nature (and several centuries of genetic alterations) had given her. Alessia felt claws dragging through her fur against her ribs, leaving their little trails of hot pain behind. She squirmed away, right into the zapper on the other side. It kept going like that for a little while, every squirm to get away from a bit of pain met with another spark from the other side. Lots of little sounds of pain and distress, but the chimes kept their irregular music going anyway.

Then they stopped, and it was all kisses and rubs again, gentle little pleasures on breast and stomach, kisses to throat, ears, face. All the sweeter for the pain they were soothing. Which in turn earned soft moans and mews, and a called out observation from the audience that she was still wearing half a dress.

"Yes, yes, impatient. We're getting to that, whoever that was. There's so many, many tender spots below the waist on my tigress."

The siamese responded with a sharp laugh. "My tigress, if you don't step up your game." She had a clear goal, and that was weekend ownership of a giant tigress. Alessia was pretty sure that would be very rough on her, and was eager for Madame to win. She could have rigged it, of course, or tried to. But it was likely Madame would figure it out, and one of the few things she was adamant about punishing was lying. Not a good plan.

The rip of her remaining dress being removed was accompanied by a faster handful of chimes. That was a lot of donations, and she was pretty sure that meant that this was also being streamed to the company's site, conveniently available for people anywhere on Earth, and as far as lunar orbit. That was a big potential audience, so at least she wasn't shy anymore.

Both women synchronized, and Alessia moaned softly as they rubbed and caressed her, Madame tracing her stripes with a fingertip here and there, Sofia leaning down to bite at the top of her thigh. Nothing hard, just a nip and kiss. She knew what the plan was, to get her worked up and aroused, ready to go, then push her over the edge as hard as possible. Knowing the plan didn't make her immune to it. In fact, if she were being honest, knowing what the two smaller ladies had in mind just made it all a little hotter.

Good thing, too, a big audience like this would have been hard to play up to, in other circumstances. But she didn't have to play all that much, just arch and squirm and struggle against the chains as the two other women pushed pleasure further and faster. There weren't claws, and she hadn't felt the zapper again since the first couple of times.

Madame paused with a hand high up on the inside of the tigress' thigh, rubbing and massaging there. "Hey Sofia, wanna hit the release switch over there? Right by your feet." A breath later, Alessia felt her left leg moving, a hidden hinge allowing the table to part along that channel for her tail. And then the other leg, moving, turning. Still comfortable, but now her legs were wide apart, leaving her completely exposed to an audience that cheered and whistled for the sight.

Madame paused, then turned to address the crowd. "Oh, I see. You all want to stare at my kittens sweetest treats. I'll bet many of you would love to have a go at her, too?" More cheering, a general sound of agreement. "Too bad, she's mine, and I'm not sharing her with any of you tonight." Some laughter, some disappointed grumbles. More sounds of appreciation and interest for something Alessia couldn't see. Where had Sofia gone?

The answer turned out to be down and center, with teeth nipping at the inside of each thigh, just hard enough to make her mew and try to pull away, followed by a lot of licking over her mound. Low rumbling moans, then, as Sofia kept licking, kept kissing and nuzzling and nipping. Fingers joined in, two, then three, then four. Given the size difference, no one was surprised when the siamese managed to fit her whole hand in there, still licking away.

Madame had moved back to her top, and adjusted the height of the table again so she could rest the top of Alessia's head against her stomach, leaving her hands free to caress and pet, soothing and calming, inconsistent with the earnest pleasures coming from her other end. It was a heady mix, and one that quickly got her hips working, pushing and rolling in sync with Sofia's oral attention.

She wasn't really surprised by the abrupt cessation of pleasures, followed by an open palmed smack right on the vulva. Sharp and stingy, enough to break the sequence of moans and purring with a growl and some rattled chains. Several of them caught on the springs as she tried to close up against the sting, and in defense against more that might come. She couldn't, of course, but the spring tension had to strain to keep her in place for a moment, and the sounds of straining metal were real enough. And Sofia, for all her well-earned reputation as a sadist, didn't keep up, just went back to kissing and licking, the pleasure all the sweeter for the edge of sting and worry that came along with it.

"Conflict and pleasure, that is how to get the most out of my sweet kitten." Madame mused while she worked, stroking and rubbing and petting. "Pleasure is good, so good, I've seen the way she can wallow in it. But pleasure with a little pain, a little worry? Oh, so much stronger when she finally gives in and accepts that there's nothing she can do about it."

The spring-backed shackles were doing a pretty convincing job of getting that point across. She could struggle, could struggle a lot, pulling and squirming as the heat inside climbed and climbed at Sofia's direction. Another withdrawal and open-palmed slap, another yelp followed by deep rumbling purrs as she went back. Alessia was quickly finding her self control fraying. Which both cat and mouse knew would happen. It never mattered how focused she was, the tigress was vulnerable, and knew her owner liked her to stay that way.

There was a sound of moving cloth behind her somewhere, and a couple of enthusiastic whistles. "Woo! Take it all off!" Mistress must be stripping. She got confirmation of that when the little mouse climbed onto the table. A very nice view, looking up between her thighs at the bit of pink hidden in ginger curls.

"Noisy cat needs something to do with her mouth other than yelp, since she's not going to beg. Trust us, we've tried, she is far too stubborn for that." Alessia considered protesting. She'd beg if she was told to, but that usually lacked authenticity. She strongly preferred this kind of thing, anyway.

The table shifted a little bit, leaning back further to let Madame settle in place better. Alessia couldn't see much of anything but the inside of a lab coat, but her tongue was where it needed to be, and she got to work thoroughly cleaning and serving her owner. A very tasty mouse, if she were being perfectly honest. A mouse who still found breath to grandstand for the audience and cajole Sofia, despite an awful lot of tigress tongue being driven into her and dragged back out.

Sofia's swats were stinging more and more. It wasn't likely she was swinging harder, but every one of them was landing in the same area, and the repeated stings made everything worse. But also made her more tender and receptive to pleasure, nerves primed and sensitive. So when the alley cat withdrew her fist and tongue, gave one more slap, then introduced a vibrator to tenderized tigress pussy, Alessia stood no chance at all.

What had felt like hours of teasing and stinging all came to a point, and Alessia went from hot and bothered to explosive, growling pleasure against her owner's slit, trying to remember to lick and pleasure her while her own orgasm rolled through her. Very hard to focus, and the tigress didn't stand a chance. Especially since Sofia didn't let up.

That vibrator stayed in contact, rubbing around and finding places that made Alessia squirm and struggle, overwhelmed with pleasure that wouldn't quit. That pleasure soon became discomfort, then overstimulated pain, and her struggle against the chains wasn't just for show anymore. But she'd been struggling for a long time, and even her powerful muscles couldn't produce enough to pull the spring more than a few inches.

The donation bells were still ringing, and she tasted mouse on her tongue. Madame said something breathless, and whatever it was, Sofia relented, and let the tigress rest and recover. When she had her senses back enough to sort out sounds, the first one that mattered was Madame.

"Well, theydies and gentlethem, what do you think? Who gets to keep her? Me, the mad scientist who will perform morally indefensible experiments on her?" There was a roar from the crowd. There must be a lot of them, but all Alessia could see was mouse butt and the inside of a lab coat.

"Or this upstart fiend, who will almost certainly torture her relentlessly?" Another roar, and Alessia couldn't tell which was louder.

Neither result was what she wanted, but it had been many years since her wants had been relevant where Madame's whims were concerned. She would simply do as she was told, an arrangement that suited her just fine in the end. After all, Madame was never stingy with the praise, and Alessia would go through almost anything for her owner's approval.

There was some argument between alley cat and mouse, good natured bickering as the crowd laughed and heckled, until finally Sofia made a sound of resigned displeasure.

"Fine, fine, I see how it is. But mark my words, mouse, I'll be back for revenge."

"I welcome your challenge, but for now, this poor girl is mine to do with as I wish. Elsewhere, show's over folks, thank you for your donations. If you still want to watch a scene, Janice is due over on stage three any time now to go for a world record train. Audience participation encouraged!"

Alessia was glad to be out of the spotlight. That meant aftercare and cuddles, her absolute favorite part of serving Madame. And she was right, they cuddled long into the evening, in a private area off to one corner, chatting and drinking cocoa, watching the moon rise over the ocean.