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“The Advisory Council has issued a general recall. You and all your kin are to be sent for testing. I know you will make me proud as always.” The words had filled her with pride, excitement… she had always been eager for any chance to prove herself once again to her master… now… those words hung hollow, almost painful in her memories. Had he known just what this ‘testing’ would entail? The five and a half foot charcoal panthress stood rigid, straight and tall as she had been trained. Her head high, legs spread just enough, wrists crossed behind her above the base of her tail, gently glowing turquoise eyes on the floor as she waited… and waited… She was nude but for the collar around her neck, tall enough to keep her head high by force if necessary… though that was the furthest thing from her mind when it came to what the collar could do to her at a moment’s notice… it was one of the only reasons they could leave her completely alone at the moment and expect her to follow their commands regardless how long they left her. And for the moment… she had lost track of how long she had been standing at attention… lost track of how long this ‘testing’ had been going on… how long she had been in their… ‘care’. There were rumors of course about these… ‘reprocessing’ facilities… but… the rumors paled in comparison to the experience. She was used to exhaustion… how many times had she had to accompany troops in the field to carry out her master’s wishes personally, and go days on minimal sleep, minimal food until the time was right? She was used to stress… firefights, hand to hand combat, micromanaging missions and personnel to ensure a proper outcome for her master… and yet…. An ear twitched as something finally changed. The heavy clicking of heels on hard tile, light muffled chatter on the far side of the door… the creaking of purposefully less than maintained hinges as the heavy door finally swung open again, revealing ‘her’… and two lab coats… she went nowhere without them… at least as far as the feline was concerned. The woman stood a head taller, even without the heels… with them she near towered over the feline… whose fur bristled at the woman’s approach. While the feline was all predatory grace and feline sensuality, toned and curved in equal measure, a tool built for her master’s pleasure, his protection, and his enforcement all in one… The human woman was entirely her own. Casually athletic, enough curve in the right places to suggest either luck in breeding… or perhaps artificial alteration… but none of that mattered… if all things were equal, the feline could tear the three of them apart with minimal resistance… yet here… with their tools… she was practically a kitten again in their hands. “State your name, rank, and assignment.” The familiar words came, rolling off a tongue smooth as silk, sweet as chocolate, with a fractional hint of the playfulness in the woman’s blonde curls. Crimson painted lips curling in a far too pleasant smile as the woman came to a stop just a pace or two from the feline, one of the lab coats, a far too bored and disinterested young man bringing up his datapad to tap in notes as the panthress spoke without hesitation. “Desdemona, Adjutant, personal assistant to Bresk Syth, S.O., General of the Special Security Forces.” Her own words came flat, rote, words she had spoken dozens of times in her life, normally with so much pride… yet… these… interrogations… “Good girl…” The words came almost as a purr, the woman’s smile only growing for the moment as she took half a step closer, the lab coats observing in silence… well, nearly so, one tapping quietly at the pad while he watched. The woman’s hand rose quietly, gently taking Desdemona by the chin, lifting her head a little further, until those glowing eyes were forced to meet the woman’s own blues. “And who am I?” The faintest hint of a grimace twisted the feline’s features, though as ever, she responded as her master would wish… and in that same flat, monotone voice… “Cha…” The single syllable was all she managed before the woman’s hand came crashing down hard against the side of her face, filling her flesh with a fresh dose of fire, and drawing a pained grunt from the feline who had braced barely a second ahead of time for the blow she knew to be coming, biting back a growl… knowing full well it would only make things worse. “That is ‘Mistress’ Chani, to you now, Desdemona. I remind you, you are my charge until ‘I’ decide to release you, and not a moment before. Your master cannot and will not come and save you… and you will do what your master commanded before he gave you to me, won’t you, girl?” The words, no longer spoken with that almost playful tone, were tinged with a hair of venom, and more than a hint of anger. “You have more control here than you think, girl. You need only tell me what I wish to know, obey my commands, prove to ‘me’ that you are as loyal as your master believes… and you will be free to return to him.” Some of the playfulness returned by the time she was finished, as if this were nothing more than a fun game for them to play together. Still… it did little to quell Desdemona’s own reawakened anger at the situation… which she was unable to hide from her voice as she spoke again in turn. “I obey my Master, and my Master alone.” The woman couldn’t help a little giggle, her smile turning sadistic smirk. “Mmmm. We shall see.” Snapping her fingers as she turned, the feline took a shaky breath, trying to brace… only to cry out as another tap came against the pad’s surface, the collar coming to life, sending surges of electrical current down her spine, and up into her brain, lighting up pain receptors, interfering with muscular control across her body, sending her crumpling to the floor in a heap of agony. Within moments, a heavy industrial mechanical arm with a number of gripping arms, and a pod of mechanical tendrils emerged from one wall, moving along a rail into the room until it was over her. Carefully, her spasming limbs were snared, her throat encircled, a heavy belt encircling her waist before she was lifted off the ground. Limbs folded and drawn behind her, the tendrils formed extra binds, snaring and coiling to ensure both proper support despite the near hog tie position she was left in and a lack of enough movement for the spasms to allow her to hurt herself in any intentional… or unintentional thrashing… and of course before they were finished as always, as if to add insult to injury, one for her mouth, one for her cunt, one for her ass, plunging in deep before another coiled around her jaws, quieting her, leaving her to drown in sensation as the mechanical arm carried her off to their next destination, the lab coats splitting off. The one with the tablet headed off to catch up with Chani… while his partner, a more scruffy middle aged man just as indifferent to her plight… though with a faint glint in his eye… enough to suggest he actually ‘enjoyed’ his work… escorted the arm down the corridors, into an elevator, down the levels and into another area. ----- The invasive tendrils she was used to… at least, well enough, they had been a part of her training, but coupled with the pain, and the unending variable spasms, they were just another piece of the puzzle, proof that here, her master was not in charge. Here, her master did not ‘exist’. They could claim whatever part of her they wanted, and she was helpless but to accept and obey… Still, it had not prevented her initial attempts to resist. Only one man deserved the title of Master. Only he commanded her very soul… but while she obeyed their commands, as her master had wished… it was never the same, never as swift, never as devoted, never as ‘instinctive’… and that… was unacceptable. She was to obey them as if they were her master. That was what she was here for… or at least, part of it. At least, as far as she was aware. To test her loyalty, to test her obedience, to ensure, even under the most dire of circumstances, she was what she had been created to be… a slave to their will, and nothing more. Eventually the pain faded, mercifully giving her time to settle… though she could not even begin to ‘guess’ where in the facility she was being taken… or how far from that cell she was… on a good day she had a near eidetic memory, she could recall nearly every detail of every mission she’d ever been on, every moment of her training, every second she’d spent with her master… but… something about the damn collar and the way it fried her nerves… Still… she could ‘smell’ it as they passed through another corridor, the simple torture chambers many slaves of varying kinds endured, ash, singed fur, baked skin and cooked ichor, the smell of fresh blood of varying species, a tinge of ozone… part of her thought she heard a muffled scream as they passed, though that might have just been a memory… Thankfully this hall appeared not to be her destination as they took another turn, and soon passed a security checkpoint where the guard on duty took it upon himself to check the ‘cargo’, if briefly… something that would have on most any other day earned him a few broken bones at least. Fur bristled, aching muscles tried to flex, but the heavy machinery held fast. She was going nowhere, and thankfully soon enough, despite the small measure of crimson painted across her features, they were on their way once more. Deeper into the labyrinthine facility they went, until they reached a relatively small… rather unassuming room. At the center was a single flat table, bolted to the floor, large enough to accommodate someone near twice her size… and likely sturdy enough to do so. A one way observation mirror covered one wall, and recessed ambient light filled the room with a white glow. The rail ended just inside the doorway and the restraints promptly and quite carelessly ‘dropped’ her to the floor, leaving her to grunt and whimper as she landed heavily, weakly, dazed where she lie. For the moment, she remained still, hoping for a brief reprieve to recover from the small but sudden shock… though it was not to be. Even as the arm was still retreating from the room, allowing the door to seal behind it, the man lifted his hand and gave a firm snap of his fingers. The sound cut through the pain, and prompted another weaker whimper. “Prone. On the table.” As quickly as she could manage, the feline was in motion, pushing herself up to her knees, and then halfway upright until she could grab onto the edge of the table to support herself. Her ears pinned back, taking a slow breath to try and steady herself as she climbed up onto the table proper, pulling herself as much as crawling to its center before flattening belly down atop it. Her chin came to rest upon the tables surface, laying her head as flat as the posture collar would allow despite the discomfort. Her wrists crossed behind her at the small of her back, one ankle crossing over the other as her tail curled up out of the way, exposing her bare backside. “Good girl.” His voice was gruff, a far cry from Chani’s, and there was no hint of playful, or cheer in his tone, only an even, almost approving tone… The words made some part of her want to purr… but not for him… Not for them. Reaching in, he touched the back of the collar, and with a series of clicks, something unlocked, the thing opened at the front, and he pulled it back and away, letting her rest her head fully on the table, finally free of the blasted thing… His hand returned, setting her fur to bristling once more as he took hold of her scruff and kneaded gently along the back of her neck. With the collar tucked under his coat, his now freed hand wasted no time in wrapping its digits around an ass cheek and giving a firm squeeze, the man breaking out in a grin as her composure broke almost instantly in a low growl. “Come now girl, you are going to have to do better than that. You were ‘trained’ better than that.” Digits balled up into fists behind her, claws digging into her palms, using the deliberate, self inflicted pain as a focal point for her thoughts… and a distraction as his wandering hand felt and teased. Just a man enjoying the flesh before him as so many others might had they been given the chance… or perhaps it was deliberate… more likely the latter. Maybe both…. Fingers kneading into sore muscles as if to soothe, only to delve just a little closer to more sensitive places, tracing along presented curves while she was left no choice but to obey… to still… to quiet herself… Had it not been for her master’s orders… she’d have flayed the man for daring to touch her… she was not ‘his’ to touch. Still, despite those orders… despite her training… her master had encouraged her to be strong willed, to be expressive… he did not ‘want’ a meek obedient slave… he ‘liked’ watching her fight it tooth and nail just like her instincts told her to do even when ultimately she was ‘going’ to lose… ‘going’ to be pinned against the wall…. ‘going’ to be claimed for her master’s entertainment… but this… Even the thought of her master standing behind the glass without her knowledge… only made it worse… she was not here to entertain, not here to serve… she wasn’t even here to be useful or serve her purpose… She was here, because someone had ‘ordered’ her master to send her in for testing without explanation… or at least, without any explanation given to ‘her’. The tip of her tail flicked in agitation, her ears twitched, aching muscles trembled beneath his hand as she fought to keep herself steady… still… though there was nothing in her that could relax…. Not like this. Still, it was not to last, something heavy whirred open… though it was not the doorway, there was no rush of air, no sound from the corridors, only the whirring of servos and gears… something shifted in the ‘ceiling’ and out of the corner of her eye, she caught only the slightest glimpse of movement, something was lowering above her. Something that brought the faintest hint of a smile from the man who took a firm grip on her scruff and lifted her head off the table. “This is going to hurt, girl. But not ‘nearly’ as much as what comes after.” The man finally spoke with something other than his flat almost bored tone… something almost akin to amusement coloring his voice. “Ready? Here we go.” The hand on her lower half rose to the small of her back, firmly pinning her in place at least as thoroughly as his own strength would allow… the grip on her scruff lifted her higher, arching her up and back until she could see it. A series of arms, at the end of each were various implements, what looked like a steel cage loosely the size and shape of her skull, a series of mechanically augmented, self ratcheting straps, and what appeared to be a black sack… with a few strategically placed holes in it… though it was ‘not’ the arms that had her attention… it was the for lack of a better word ‘tentacle’ that accompanied them. Its tip was closed for the moment… though it was a piece of equipment she knew ‘intimately’ from her youth… Its tip would open up like petals, revealing hundreds if not thousands of near microscopic strands, sharper than any needle, as durable as any piece of equipment in this horrid place… And in a heartbeat, panic was eating at the edges of her thoughts… there was ‘nothing’ she could imagine that they could possibly need ‘that’ for. She had already endured years of it… it had nothing left to teach her. Taking a sharp whimpered breath, she pushed almost meekly against the hand holding her down, her head shaking lightly. “Now now girl, you were ordered into position. If you are breaking it so easily then you need this more than we thought.” He chuckled an almost dark, sadistic little laugh, holding her firmly as the arms set into motion. The cage came first, splitting in half as the arm oriented itself, the male pulling back and down on her scruff to ensure the flesh was pulled taut and any pinching would be limited. As it closed around her head both his hands moved to it, adding a pair of extra clasps to ensure the cage would remain secure as the first arm let go and the sack came into position. With swift precision and minimal effort, the stretched opening slid over her head, the material squeezing down around her face, leaving her muzzle completely uncovered, but her eyes buried beneath the dense layer of black. A little fiddling was all it took to help her ears settle through their holes comfortably as the rest of the material squeezed down around her neck and smoothed everything out. Finally the third head came in, a trio of lenses scanning and positioning carefully. Straps wrapped and clamped down around her muzzle, around her face, up along her head between her eyes and down connecting to a heavier, sturdier strap that wrapped around her neck, connecting it all and securing her head, the hood, and the cage beneath it all ‘thoroughly’ in position, ensuring she could neither twist, or bend in any given direction… and should mechanical intervention be necessary… an arm need only grab the entire contraption and guide her without worry of unnecessary harm… It was now however, that her composure finally broke… she could ‘hear’ the metallic seals breaking, the petals unfurling, the needle like fibers reaching out of the tip like feelers, as if they could taste the air. The third arm held her steady as the tentacle lined itself up, twisting, adjusting, the patterns of the needles shifting like blades of grass in the wind, it might have been beautiful if not for their intention. Files were accessed, of a now decade old if not longer implantation surgery, sensors examining every inch of the back of her skull through the material thoroughly to ensure everything was lined up properly. Despite the fact that her head was now held perfectly still… the rest of her was shaking like a leaf… waiting… waiting for th…. “MMMMMMMMPHHHHAAAAAA!!!!!” The feline ‘screamed’ through tightly gritted teeth as dozens at a time the needles plunged through the black material, through the flesh beneath, through the near microscopic holes in her skull left so long ago so that the tendril could connect the facility’s computer systems, to the mesh of fibers and strands that had been half grown, half ‘sewn’ into her brain during its development. The entire back of her skull and the upper portion of the back of her neck felt like it was on ‘fire’ though it was the ‘static’ that bothered her more. In an instant her thoughts were fuzzy, difficult to focus on anything… difficult to ‘think’ about ‘anything’… every inch of her flesh… itched, tingled, she could ‘feel’ her organs, feel the strain of her panicked heartbeat pounding in her chest, straining against every muscle around it to expand and contract again and again. For a moment, she could ‘see’ more than hear… taste more than smell the man beside her… until she no longer could. Little by little everything settled until everything that had come, had gone… except of course for the aching throb in the back of her head… “Release.” He spoke the single word in a firm, commanding tone and then took a step back… well out of reach, as she settled and uncross her wrists and ankles. The heavy arm released her skull and retreated, but not before releasing a bit of tension on the strap around her muzzle, giving her a little room to speak at the very least. Much of the contraption folded back up neatly, tucking back into its cubby in the ceiling, leaving only the tentacle turned cable hanging somewhat loosely. Back to his somewhat flat, almost resigned tone once more, the man leaned against the wall to watch, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your neuromap is likely sorely out of date. We will have to update it if we are to do this properly. How easy this process is, is entirely up to you. Cooperate and it can be… ‘relatively’ pain free. Fight it… and this may be the worst part of your time here.” Her fingers flexed and curled slowly once more, trying to still herself, fighting back a whimper. “First a baseline. State your name and rank.” The feline responded as she had before, in a dull and rote “Desdemona, Adjutant.” “And your assignment?” He spoke again. She hesitated for the briefest of moments but took a breath and responded. “General Syth, Bresk. Special Security Forces.” “Good girl. See? Easy. Now, go through your morning stretch routine. No need for hold time, just go through the motions.” That hint of panic clawed at the edges of her thoughts again, but she complied in silence. Bracing both hands against the table, she pushed her upper body up, rolling into a deep arch, her head lifting and tipping back at least as far as it was able with the cage and collar keeping it strictly aligned. “Full extension, we do not want any undue harm girl, and these calibrations are sensitive.” With a little huff, she pushed just a hair further, stressing her muscles until it hurt to push any harder before rolling back, pushing her hips into the air as her upper body touched the table once more, her tail curled up high, as high as it could go, her hips arching back, displaying herself for the blank doorway openly and… for the moment… without protest. Up onto her hands and knees, each joint rolled, extended, twisted, each limb lifted one by one, sore muscles stretched. Up onto her feet, her arms worked behind her, arching, twisting, stretching herself into positions that would easily allow her to be bound… despite the strain it placed on her and the discomfort it gave her already stressed body. “Think about the last few days, girl. What you have suffered thus far was warm up, standard practice for standard slaves… but you aren’t standard, are you?” She tried to drown him out as she went through the motions.. balanced on one foot, bending down to touch her toes with both hands, the other leg extended outward for both balance and to stretch. She could be at home, in the morning dark, in her master’s bedroom… she knew every inch of it, going about her routines as to not wake him before it was time… The man gave a light chuckle, it twisted her features into a fresh grimace as she switched to the other leg and repeated the maneuver, the man waiting until she had finished her routine and was almost back to her feet before he snapped his fingers. “Inspection.” Before she could even ‘think’ to respond, that tingling ‘itch’ spread through her body… which almost seemed to move on its own accord. Stiffly, almost ‘painfully’ as she tried to brace, while the machine’s signals overrode her. Her feet shuffled apart, legs locking, arms slipping behind her, wrists crossing, standing tall and ‘almost’ straight, with the faintest curve of her back to push out her chest, her head held as high as the cage allowed…. And the muscles ‘locked’ as if held there by a taser, clenched tight and unable to let go, ensuring she stayed as perfectly still as the machine could make her. “There we go. Good girl.” She tried to growl, tried to whimper, a part of her tried to scream… but even her diaphragm was locked. Even the sensitive muscles controlling her vocal chords, every inch of her was stuck as he stepped in close once more, the man issuing another chuckle. “You know… Chani let me glimpse through your records while they were prepping you…” He slid a hand down between her thighs, cupping soft sensitive folds. “You were quite the feisty little brat, weren’t you? I am sure it cost your master a pretty penny to replace the one you disemboweled for getting just this far with you… I wonder just how far you would go if I was actually allowed to take you myself, hmmm? Would you risk your master’s career to prove you don’t belong to me right this moment?” He stroked gently, teasing ever so slightly for only the briefest of moments while her muscles ‘screamed’ and trembled. With a huff of his own. He snapped his fingers again. “Kneel.” She dropped like a lead weight, her knees hitting the hard floor without any cushion or brace, spreading just passed her shoulders, the feline sitting on her heels, braced upon the balls of her feet as her arms came round, resting her wrists on her thighs palms up, hands open… a little too deliberately open, almost clenched like claws, but displaying her palms just the same, still, her head remained high as it was meant to be. “Since you have forgotten your training, so thoroughly… we are going to take you through your positions and commands… ‘all’ of them. And we are going to keep repeating them until you can perform them perfectly again. Your master would be ashamed of just how lacking you have been since your arrival, and we do ‘not’ want that, now do we?” Rage, pain, and panicked terror warred in her thoughts, every muscle, every inch of connective tissue, every ounce of tendon was already ‘screeching’ at her for relief… and they had only just begun. ----- Her thoughts were swimming, everything had become a blurred haze. Every muscle felt ready to tear if they hadn’t already… every joint felt ready to pop, and yet the feline marched on… well… perhaps ‘march’ was the wrong word. With her wrists crossed behind her, with only the sound of his footsteps and breathing to guide her, she moved along the corridor. Every step was agony, yet placed as perfectly as she could manage, steady as she could remain, her hips swayed with each one, alluringly setting her tail to swish and flick along behind her, half predator… half kitten… practically begging her master… or any really… to gaze upon her and ‘want’ her… just the way they intended… She did not ‘strut’, she simply… was. Further and further along they went, step by painful step, turn by turn, corridor by corridor, until something changed, they passed an archway into a much wider space, her ears twitched a bit, the space sounded ‘huge’ by comparison to the small corridors… and as they came to a stop within the space… her heart sank that hair further at the sounds of heavy locks being undone, a seal broken, the light whir of a motor lifting a glass panel, exposing the feline to the scent of freshly sterilized leathers and rubbers, cleansing agents of a dozen kinds coming and going in a breath or two, followed by the faintest hiss of gas being released from a valve, she was home… just not the home she wanted to be at… Still… there was no fight, as her escort took hold of her head, tapping a few touch keys and pressing his thumb against the contraption before the harness released in a series of clicks, pulled free and dropped noisily onto a metal table. His hand braced the base of her neck as he gripped the hood and pulled it free, revealing ‘exhausted’ haze filled eyes, and fur lightly matted with thin traces of blood. Tossing the hood aside, the cage came next with minimal fuss. Once the clasps were undone, it simply fell open and released her fully into his grasp. “There we are. A little cleanup and then some rest. Aye?” Rest….. She didn’t even bother to whimper… she would take it… as long as it meant she could ‘physically’ relax… let her muscles relax… at least… hopefully… A damp cloth scrubbed at the back of her skull, a dry one ruffled and then smoothed down her fur soon after before he tapped a few keys on the pad on the outside of the ‘crate’, a box big enough to contain her folded up body and a bit more. The man walked her to the foot of the box and eased her backwards down into the open cavity. She was ‘caught’ by a much larger webbing of straps already waiting for her. A brace nestled up against her back, cradled her hips, snatched her tail, laid against her spine, enveloped her shoulders, and soon cradled her neck as well… and then the straps came to life. Belts wrapped around her, latching onto one another forming criss crossing supports that surrounded her torso, her hips, keeping her legs apart as her wrists were snared and drawn underneath her, into the deepest portion of the cushioning within the crate soon taking her weight, pinning them in place even as they were secured in two places to the back of her harness for safety. While the man folded one leg, then the other in to either side of her, letting the automated restraints snatch her by the thigh, knee, and ankle, keeping her spread and secure, more straps enveloped her head, pulling her in and back as something tapered pressed against her lips… She was too tired to fight it, spreading her jaws. “Chani got you a little gift… or three… she thought it might cheer you up after today.” His meaning quickly became apparent, as a rubbery spear tip, and ridge after ridge of imitation ‘dragon’ cock filled her mouth, swiftly pushing to the back of her throat. Admiral Kyana’s pet dragon ‘bastard’… her master’s favorite ‘partner’ for her when he wished to watch. She barely managed a whimper before the knot slipped passed her teeth and the straps snugged down, securing her jaws around it, only for something ‘else’ to wrap around her head, smooth, and slick, and drawing her down into the darkness once more… only this time when she tried to breathe, she had to fight just a little harder to draw it in…. and there was something… sweet in it… something warming… The feline whimpered just a bit deeper still as another spear tip was lined up, this time between her legs, already slick with some kind of lubricant, cool to the touch… at first… but swiftly warming as well as the thing slowly pushed in with the steadiness and pressure only a machine could produce… Worse… before it could even be seated, that promised third found its home under her tail and began nudging against her… ‘worst’ of all… however… was another probing presence, much smaller, cool to the touch, ‘worming’ its way along her flesh, against that first toy between her legs and before long, it found its own entry point into a far less used, but just as sensitive opening. ----- It could have been minutes… it could have been ‘hours’….. it could have been ‘days’ for all she knew… again, in this place, time no longer had a meaning. Her body ached, it screamed, it cried, desperate for the one thing she could not give it. Her blood was on ‘fire’, her loins were a volcano ready to erupt, the pressure felt like she was going to ‘burst’ if she did not… and yet… once again… at that awful peak, where physical desperation was finally ready to override years of training… everything mercifully… hellishly slowed to an obscenely painful ‘crawl’. Two dragon cocks took turns thrusting, grinding, ‘pounding’ working their knots into her again and again as if they could flood her with their seed just as their flesh and blood counterpart could, the metal snake, thrusting, wriggling, writhing, every inch of its surface ever so lightly textured to ensure sensations she could not ignore with even the slightest movement, every now and then current flowing along the length of the thing, lighting her hips up with ever new and different avenues of sensation, pleasure… borderline ‘pain’ that kept her on that perpetual edge. Lost in the dark… trapped in the light… if she didn’t force herself to breathe, her body could not keep up, she would feel that suffocating panic start to take her again… but every breath she took brought with it a little more of that sweet, intoxicating… ‘heating’ scent…. Every breath sent her deeper down into the dark well of desperate ‘need’… all she needed… was a little bit more… just a little… and maybe she could collapse down into the dark fully… and some small part of her might happily never wake up again. ----- She was ‘sweltering’ the heat of her flesh, her need, the smell of unfulfilled desire hours if not longer in the making ‘almost’ overpowered the sweet scents of the chemicals released into her mask. Heady, sweaty, pulling, ‘panting’ for breath between muted whimpered moans, she could have ‘screamed’ as the seal finally broke again, and comparatively ‘cold’ dry air rushed in, filling the small space of her crate in half a heartbeat and sending a violent chill through her. One by one the mask, the toys, the silver snake, the crate’s grip on the harness releasing, though the straps that bound her, the muzzle and gag that silenced her, all remained. In came another mechanical arm, carefully latching onto the cuff around her left ankle and lifted. Drawn up out of the crate, she was a mess, fur matted, hair beyond disheveled, her eyes hazy, a weak growl… paired with a needy whimper filling the air at the sight of the blond woman, that same playful smile plastered firmly across her crimson painted lips as she spoke up. “Well good morning to you, my little ebony kitten. Are you ready to go home to your master? Or are you still going to defy me?” She could little more than huff weakly. Another arm claimed her other ankle, the pair drawing together and locking in position. Another claimed her bound wrists where they attached to her harness, closing towards her ankles, forcing her body to arch deeply until she was nearly hog tied again. “Tick tock, kitten. I haven’t got all day, and we have things to do before the fun continues if you are going to keep holding out on me.” The feline’s gaze averted, head twisting lightly off to one side until another arm claimed the back of her neck, lifting and drawing her back further, pinning her in a near painful arch, head held up high enough to watch where they were going this time as Chani smirked and shook her head. “Very well, a more personal touch it is, come along then girl, let’s get you cleaned up.” Not that she had much choice in the matter. The arm did not let her walk, it carried her, once again like a piece of cargo, every joint stressed, half hung by her neck until she was soon wheezing lightly, trying to shift her arms or legs enough to take that little bit of pressure off… but the efforts only made things worse. “You need a bath, kitten, I will see you in a bit.” The woman smiled, soon giggling a touch to herself and happily greeting a labcoat who stepped out into the corridor to join her, pointing out a few things on his tablet, as the feline took a sudden turn where there was no corridor to turn into. A panel in the wall slid aside, the rail shifting to let the arm slide out of sight and into the transit system in the walls of the facility. The arm moved steadily and kept her even so that she did not catch on the narrow space it travelled through. Though it was dark… on occasion, she thought she saw brief hints of small glowing dots, sometimes nearby sometimes off in the distance… or maybe it was distance? Perhaps it was a reflection on some shined surface somewhere that caught just right… but the dots were always different colors… Eventually the arm assembly emerged back into a room of little size, but some distinction. There were no pristine white lab walls. No windows, only polished steel… and ‘dozens’ of mechanical arms of varying types. Without hesitation, once she was in position and settled, she ‘screamed’ into the gag as ‘hot’ water blasted her from every direction at once. It only lasted for a few moments, but the damage was done. Every inch of her felt ‘raw’ and her exhaustion was gone. The armature holding her spread out into four distinct points, stretching her out until she was spread eagle with her arms still behind her, allowing the rest of the arms to do their work, soaps and shampoos were sprayed, brushes came from everywhere, making short work of scrubbing every part of her… not caring when stinging and foul tasting chemicals got in her mouth, her nose, her eyes. Slightly more complex arms armed with combs and something akin to ‘fingers’ roughly worked over her scalp, dealing with her hair, ignoring the occasional small snag. The brushes retreated and another blast of water had her screaming for several seconds until the chemicals were gone and something slightly sweeter filled the air, conditioners to help soften, shine, and smooth her fur and hair were thoroughly applied… this time she managed to brace for a moment before the water came again, her body ‘quaking’ as she was rinsed once more and drawn through another opening near the ceiling into another room. The moment the arm stopped she was in a ‘whirlwind’ as her world became a hurricane of noise and buffeting wind. Soon enough, with her body aching anew, her ears ringing, and every sense misaligned, softer brushes attacked her entire frame, her hair was combed, smoothed, her entire body prepped… and folded back up as the arm took her back into the transit system, the feline disappearing from the world once again… and between the dizziness, the exhaustion, the stress… she finally… mercifully… passed out. ----- When the world returned to her once again… her entire body was still screaming at her though… perhaps worse was the fact that she was lying on a bed, on her back, her ankles spread and stretched, cuffs chained out, another chain latched to the back of the collar around her neck, stretched above her, giving her little room to so much as squirm if she wanted to breathe comfortably… Whimpering weakly for a moment… her heart sank into her stomach, that whimper growing deeper as that familiar feminine perky voice chimed in. “Well good morning again, kitten. I was wondering if I would have to wake you myself… and that would be rude, wouldn’t it? Making me wait, tsk tsk…” Desdemona’s head twisted, the room looked as sterile as the rest of the facility… yet the bed was most certainly a thing of creature comfort, a sturdy wooden frame, upon which a very comfortable mattress had been laid… not for ‘her’ comfort to be certain but… and then her head twisted back, her gaze falling upon the woman. Gone was her own lab attire, her hair was pulled back, pinned up, her face done up like she were going out on the town… a special night on the town if her attire was anything to go by… little more than leather lingerie with zippers for access… though it wasn’t the woman’s appearance that drew her attention most… it was the syringe that she claimed from the vanity table. Pre measured, and currently capped, the woman climbed up onto the bed and laid down beside the bound feline, laying the syringe on the panthress’ chest. “Now don’t lose that, we’re going to need it if you won’t cooperate. This is your last chance, kitten. I am going to remove your gag and let you speak… and today… you are ‘going’ to give in… one way or another.” Her fur bristled a hair, but there was nothing she could do. Chani’s fingers fiddled with the harness wrapped around her skull, loosening the straps keeping her mouth closed around the dildo just enough for her to snatch at the thing and pull it free, letting the feline take in a sharp deep breath through her mouth, and finally properly swallow the gathered spittle the gag had worked up. “What is your name and rank?” The woman asked, steady and calm. “D-Desdemona… adjutant for General S-syth.. Bresk…” “Good girl, and who am I?” The slightest hint of a playful lilt twisted her tone as she spoke again. “Ch-chani…” That earned another tsk or two. “Very well, since you insist. I suppose we shall have to do things the hard way, hmm?” Without hesitation, she snatched the syringe, uncapped the needle, one hand bracing against the side of Desdemona’s face, pushing her over to pin her and keep her steady as she gauged her aim, inserted the needle with a sharp hiss from the bound feline, and depressed the plunger. ----- With the needle disposed of, Chani stood near the foot of the bed, watching, waiting in silence for a long moment while the bound feline tugged at her binds despite the pain in her body. Her ‘blood’ was ‘fire’. Something… something was ‘intensely’ wrong… There had only been one time in her life she’d felt anything ….. like….. Her stomach churned around an icy knot, her fur bristling as she growled in a mix of terror, ‘horror’… and ‘fury’… No… no no no… “Wh-hat have you done?!” The woman’s smile returned as realization finally dawned upon the feline. “What I had to, of course.” Chani’s hand gently ran, palm flat against the feline’s furred form, from cheek, to neck, to chest, pausing long enough to gently tease and caress over breast and nipple, flesh responding even if its owner kept herself quiet. “Sadly…. I imagine you will not be cooperative enough to do this ‘properly’… so I suppose we will just have to have a little fun with it, hmm?” Giggling just a touch, the woman leaned in closer, with that playful grin plastered in place and a playfully sadistic tone. “Which is fine by me… you know I like doing things the fun way. I get results ‘and’ satisfaction that way.” Desdemona could only whimper and growl weakly, her features twisting into a wince and hiss as fingers pinched and firmly tugged upon an exposed nipple, her back arching deeply, trying to follow the pull despite the restraints keeping her stuck fast in place. Soon enough, the grip was released, letting her fall back with another whimper, panic rising higher once more as the hand slid down further, brushing over the straps of the harness still wrapped snug around her frame, down to the feline’s hip, brushing along her mons teasingly before vanishing entirely… the woman offering a soft little moan of her own in the feline’s ear as she slid her own panties aside, and wasted little time in digging two fingers into herself. “This is going to happen, kitten… and you’re going to let it… I’ll even let you bite me if it will make you feel better, a little bit of blood would work better for this… though I like my way better. It’s more… fitting, for a pretty little kitten like you, don’t you think?” Another little giggle, her eyes fluttering a touch, the woman stirred hirself gathering and coating her fingers in her own arousal before bringing them up, sticky and glistening to the feline’s face. “Now be a good kitten and open, this is happening one way or another. The feline’s jaws however, clamped shut, eyes clenching, her head shaking weakly as the fire continued to spread and grow, consuming every inch of her from the inside as every beat of her heart sent the chemical cocktail further and further through her. “Come now… you’ll feel better once it’s done. Nice, and comfortable, and content, lain against your new mistress.” Those fingers brushed against the feline’s lips, starting to push forth until Desdemona twisted her head away as far as she could with a deep growl. With another little laugh, the woman adjusted, pushing herself up to climb over the bound feline, two fingers finding that point at the base of the feline’s jaw, and squeezing, squeezing until the girl, whimpering deeper, and deeper, finally relaxed and let her jaw fall open, tears streaming down, soaking her fur as those soaked digits plunged inward, wiping and scrubbing themselves along every surface of the feline’s tongue. Her fingers remained, as the other hand relaxed, letting her jaws close… though she kept a grip on the jaw to keep her close. “Now relax, it’s done, girl, just settle, let it happen. And maybe… clean up your mess properly.” For long moments the feline remained still, trembling where she lay, trying to ignore the fire and the implications of what was happening… this couldn’t be real… this… ‘this’ couldn’t be happening… her master surely would not allow it if he knew…. Would he….? One part of her warred with another… she ‘wanted’ to take her up on the offer to bite her, clamp down, sink her teeth into the woman’s fingers… cripple them for as long as it took to heal the wounds she could inflict…. But she knew better… the woman had total control over her life until she was returned to him… it wasn’t an ‘offer’ so much as a trap… just a way to give Chani another excuse to punish her… torture her… She trembled hard, thoughts starting to haze over as the seconds ticked by.. her head tried to shake a little to clear it away… but the trembling only grew worse… the fires growing more intense until it felt like she was being burned alive…. Until… it wasn’t anymore…. ----- By the time she realized the fires had cooled, something had changed… fingers gently brushed along her cheek, a weak purr rumbling in her throat, fingers still lodged in her mouth being suckled upon gently, her rough, raspy feline tongue stroking, scraping along them… the scent in her nose, the flavor on her tongue… something that had been a source of near ‘terror’ moments… or… maybe… minutes before… some part of her wanted more… and she couldn’t quite remember ‘why’ she had been so afraid… The woman’s voice, soft, with that same sweet giggly lilt came again. “There we are, there’s my sweet little kitten. I was starting to think we might never find you again.” Those glowing turquoise eyes finally opened once more, settling lazily for a moment on the woman above… a moment of confusion came and went, her brows ruffling a touch, but for the moment, she remained quiet, suckling on those fingers as if, for the time being, she could want for nothing more. Eventually Chani withdrew those fingers, prompting a little whimper from the feline below, which only widened the woman’s smile further. “Now now little one. There is plenty more where that came from, but we still have work to do.” She gently tapped the feline’s nose which twitched and wiggled a little in response. “State your name.” “Desdemona.” “Rank.” “Adjutant.” “Assignment?” “General Bresk, Syth.” “Good girl. And who am I?” “Mistr…” The feline blinked once, pausing for a brief moment. Something felt off... something was wrong… The woman lowered herself, laying upon the feline, chest to neck until the feline’s head was half pinned, surrounded by the woman’s flesh, smothered in her scent. “Come now girl. Answer me. ‘Who’. ‘Am’. ‘I’?” The feline’s eyes fluttered a touch, the woman’s scent clawed at her thoughts, every limb tugged at their restraints for a moment as a whimper filled the air… it was intoxicating… she wanted to bury her face against the woman’s flesh, nuzzle into it, and not pull away until she’d be able to smell her for hours afterwards… No….. no no no this was wrong… she wasn’t…. she couldn’t be… The woman snapped her fingers harshly, her smile slowly fading, features growing more serious. “Answer the question, girl.” While the snap cut through her thoughts, bringing her gaze up towards the woman once more, she could only whimper, shaking her head a little harder, fighting to wade through the murk her thoughts had become. “Y-you…” Her teeth grit, a weak growl forming as she tried to latch onto her anger. She wasn’t. She ‘couldn’t be’! Before she even fully realized the woman had pushed up and away from her, a palm came down hard, cracking against her cheek with enough force to wrench her head to the side, filling her with a fresh blinding pain and filling the air with a sharp yelped cry… Half a heartbeat later, fingers freshly coated with the woman’s arousal wiped and smeared over her nose, flooding her with an almost dizzying desire of her own. A harsh shiver trailed down her spine, the feline whimpering, trembling deeply as a new tingling warmth began… deep within her core. “Who. Am. I?” “M-mistress Chani!” Lips came crashing down against her own, a tongue invading her mouth, the feline meeting it with a surprising amount of eagerness and a soft, brief moan. Her own raspy tongue wrestled with the intruder, greedily suckling down the woman’s flavor as she drank in the woman’s scent, the sound of her movements, the softness of her skin against her own fur, the strength of her muscles despite her lithe frame, digits curling around her throat possessively to squeeze as a knee came up between her forcefully spread legs to grind, drawing in to grind against swiftly heating flesh, her thoughts lost in the hazy fog that enveloped her but that no longer mattered… Mistress had her… she was safe… ----- Her limbs had been released… mostly. Her legs lie folded, ankles underneath her, wrists cuffed behind her to the base of her tail, lain on her back, panting softly as every moment brought another gasp of breath, another whimpered moan. Her clit ‘pulsed’, ‘throbbed’ to the beat of her heart beneath Mistress’ fingers, rolling, rubbing, teasing, pinching, tugging, plying her flesh with practiced motions, feeling the feline quiver with growing desperation beneath her touch, that playful grin right back in place. Progress at last. There were no words of course, she had been ordered into position and given a task, she could only whimper in need, and moan with desire, muffled by the flesh half smothering her. With her head propped up gently by a pillow, and Chani’s hips planted against her chest, bared cunt on offer, the feline was busy… ‘very’ busy. Drowning in the scent of her mistress’ desire, every ounce of it deepening her own as her nose ground against Chani’s perineum, her tongue alternating between rolling and stroking over the woman’s clit, and delving deep into her, twisting, stroking, rasping along sensitive walls to scoop out the woman’s desire, greedily drinking down every scrap of flavor she could find, her purrs sending deep vibrations through her tongue as she worked… and for part of her at least, she was in heaven, it was good to be of use again. Still… Chani was quiet now, busy with her own task. Much as she enjoyed a well trained tongue, the girl beneath her needed to learn, needed to ‘remember’ down to her very core, what her purpose was, and whom she served. Desdemona had been commanded not to let herself orgasm… still… Chani would take no chances… she watched, and felt, working the girls flesh until she could feel the telltale signs, the clenching of muscles, and quavering of flesh that showed she was close, so very close, and barely holding herself back before Chani’s attentions would slow, and ease, letting her calm enough to begin again… all while the feline was left with no audible reassurances of her mistress’ approval. The only thing ‘she’ had to go off of, were the trembling of her mistress’ walls each time she was brought to orgasm, but that was enough. Her tongue dug deep, thrusting and pumping into the clenching tunnel time and again, shifting her angle with each thrust, twisting a little bit to always offer the raspy side of her tongue to new flesh and ensure her mistress got to enjoy herself as much as the feline could make her. ----- Desdemona panted softly, blindfolded, the muzzle straps tightened down again. Her flesh positively ‘hummed’ every inch of her heated with ‘near’ orgasmic bliss. Straps held her ankles to her thighs, metal clung to her hips, covered her crotch, kept an ever so gently buzzing plug inside her ass. Mistress was lain against her, holding her close, one hand holding her head propped up so she could passively watch her temporary captive, while the other ever so gently played, petting along the feline’s exposed flesh, combing well manicured nails through silken soft fur, teasing over every sensitive inch she could reach bit by bit… and… occasionally making her way down to the steel between the girl’s legs to gently tap tap tap tap tap over the surface to help further remind her just how trapped and helpless she was, and all the while she whispered almost conspiratorially to the bound feline. “Much better… so much better. See? Isn’t this nice to behave? To belong? It doesn’t have to be pain, it can be pleasure, and so much more… all you have to do is obey… and give me what I want. You want to do that, don’t you? You want to be a good girl for mistress. I know you do, deep down somewhere in that little toy brain of yours… all you want is to be a good girl for the one you belong to. I don’t think that’s so much to ask for. Do you?” The bound slave tried to mewl for her mistress, but all she managed was a meek little moan. She wanted to be a good girl… to serve, to be of service, of use… to make her mistress happy… that was her purpose after all… she was ‘made’ to please… “I think you’ve earned some rest, kitten. Besides, mistress does have other work to attend to. I’ll even let you stay right here in my nice comfy bed.” With a soft smile, she leaned in and kissed the feline’s cheek. “When I return, we’ll try again.” Desdemona purred softly, even as something new enveloped her muzzle, straps wrapping around her head and securing it tightly in place. Something clicked, and suddenly every breath was filled once again, with two things, the reassuring, comforting scent of her mistress…. and that all too sweet fragrance that brought a spreading warmth to her lungs. A hand slipped between her legs, giving a few more taps against the belt before a moment later, the plug shifted up a single speed, drawing another weak moan from the feline who clenched down in response, trembling as the sound of heels clicked along the hard floor, and retreated until they were gone, leaving her alone, bound, quivering with need… and exhausted beyond reason… until eventually… at some point, she finally passed into darkness. ----- The clicking of heels filled the room once more, crossing the short distance from door to bed before the bedding shifted, the softer click of a lock being released, the belt loosened and removed as a groggy feline sniffed at the air, already purring, already moaning weakly at the now very familiar… and strangely reassuring scent in the air… and the still humming plug below… Mistress… The woman’s frame nestled into her side, the feline near ‘jerking’ up into the touch as the woman’s fingers spread her folds and found her aching clit in a heartbeat, a deeper moan filling the air as Chani’s voice, soft, playfully content, filled her ears like music. “Ready to cooperate, kitten?” Desdemona couldn’t help but moan an emphatic ‘MmmHmmm!!!’ her entire frame quivering under the touch. “Good girl. Give me what I want, and I will give you everything ‘you’ want, that is how this works after all. Your release, your master, everything every part of you screams for is yours… you only have to give me the code.” Chani’s free hand released the straps around the feline’s muzzle, finally removing the gag that had kept her… relatively… quiet for so long. “You’ve done so well with your base line… let’s skip that part this time, who am I, girl?” “M-mistress Chani…” She moaned out a little deeper, eyes rolling back beneath their lids as she was rewarded with a firmer rubbing of that oversensitive pearl. “Goooood kitten. Now give me General Bresk’s general access code to the Special Security Service’s private network.” The feline hesitated… but only for half a heartbeat before rattling off a long string of numbers and letters. Her frame trembled just a bit harder, prompting Chani’s smirk to return as she glanced up only to laugh as her attention returned to the feline before her, her hand lifting and crashing down hard between the girls legs, drawing a ‘sharp’ pained squeal, her entire body quaking in pain. “A crash code? Really girl? After all this you still think you have any chance at escaping this place without giving me what I want?” “Mistress Chani, plechhhhkkk!” Her attempt to speak was quickly cut off by the gag being forced back into place, the straps tightened back down as the woman gave a wistful sigh. “Very well, kitten, I guess you’re just not ready… Maybe I just let you rest too soon hmm?” The feline whimpered deeply, shaking her head hard as tears fell freely, every part of her warring with eachother, she could not betray her master… not like that… not for anyone, not even for her new mistress… “Oh well, we’ll see how you feel after some more time in your crate. Maybe spending a day or two being punished properly will loosen you up a bit more, hmmm?” Desdemona broke down into hard quaking sobs as the door slid open and a mechanical arm returned to retrieve her. “By the way, kitten? This time you’re free to cum your pretty little brains out all you want, try to enjoy it if you can…”