FSE

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_ English is my third language, please correct me if I am using Chinese-style English. Please feel free to comment ^_^ _

_ Inspired by SMWolf's artwork Shackled Catwoman, thank you for allowing me to use it. _

Thraldom

In an old courtroom filled with witnesses, onlookers and numerous clerics and barristers, the smell of sweat, fear and anxiety filled the air. There were stacks of papers, folders, and a slew of other material that had been used against the defendant. It was now time to pay the piper. It was the moment she had been dreading.

** “Yes, I saw her talking to the witches that day," a witness replied.**

** Monique knew that this was not good, she was pondering what to do next.**

** “No, I didn't see her at home that day," Monique's neighbour said earnestly.**

** Monique sighed, too many witnesses stood against her. When she saw a witch and a cop came out from a room, immediately she knew that she could not win anymore.**

** The witch pointed at Monique. “Yes, she is helping us secretly," she said eagerly.**

** The usual whisperings among the lawyers and gathering together of papers followed.**

** “Monique, we found out that you're helping the witches secretly. Do you admit your crime?" the judge asked.**

** Faced with the evidences, Monique confessed herself guilty. She thought that she would be sentenced to death but she was wrong.**

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** The next day. Inside a prison cell.**

** “Monique, this'll be your last breakfast," a camel girl said kindly. Her eyes sparkled and put a plate of fried rice on the floor.**

** After Monique finished the breakfast, a wardress visited her. “Monique, I've a good news and a bad news for you," the wardress remarked as a smile crinkled his eyes.**

** Monique stared at the half-dragon in amazement.**

** “The good news is, you're not going to die. The bad news is…you'll become a slave FOREVER," the wardress announced.**

** Ten minutes later.**

** “You are lucky, Monique," Lieutenant Robespierre grinned as her looked over the fetching form of the felonious feline. She answered his smile with a scowl.**

“You could have just as easily been burned at the stake instead of sold at the stake," he said as he secured her right wrist in the shackle.

“Guess what? I would rather die at the stake than being humiliated for lifetime!" Monique spat back at him.

“Tsk, tsk!" the Lieutenant said as he gave her a hard slap on the bare ass. “Blame yourself for helping the witches secretly!"

Lieutenant Robespierre laughed heartily as he walked away from the howling feline femfur. Behind him, several rich merchants began to gather to inspect Monique and judge her value. However, they shook their head and left because the price was too high for a female slave at this age.

Stevenson was enjoying noodle inside a cafe. He was a merchant and he traded almost anything to earn maximum profits. Now, he just finished a major trading and he wanted to buy a slave to pass time. After he left the cafe, he walked to the market. At the morning market, the peddlers make a hubbub of noise.

Stevenson saw many slaves for sale but he was not interested in human slave because a girl's stamina was low and could not endure great pains. There were many cute furs and they looked at him innocently.

Robespierre looked at Stevenson, Stevenson did not look like a rich man but Robespierre was courteous to his customer. “These cubs are well-trained, strong stamina and can endure great pains. If you're a local resident, you can pay by instalments," he put in.

Finally, Stevenson stopped in front of Monique. “The other slaves are not locked up but why this cat woman?"

Robespierre handed Stevenson a booklet, “Because she's a criminal."

Stevenson began to read the booklet. “Monique, twenties, guilty for helping the witches, blah blah blah," he murmured. He estimated that this woman was about five feet tall.

“She's wild and not trained at all, you can buy those cubs if you don't want to train a slave," Robespierre informed Stevenson.

As Stevenson's left hand cupped Monique's udder his strong fingers teased the nipple and tender flesh around it. He bent to take one nipple in his mouth. She tasted sweet, like ripe cherries, like a ripe pomegranate he'd tasted once in Mexico. She moaned softly, her own body betraying her arousal.

Suddenly Stevenson punched Monique's five-pack belly. She gasped but did not shout or swear, she just glared silently at the human. “Her belly is solid, should be able to endure great pains," Stevenson mused.

Stevenson moved his hands down to Monique's sparse pubic hair. He pushed her legs open, exposing her swollen clit to his view. She knew what he was going to do and turned aside to hide her blushes. He put his head close to her pudenda, breathed in deeply inhaling the sweet aroma from that young twat. He moved closer and licked the pussy and it tasted so wonderful. Her clit was engorged and he just licked around it before starting to suck it gently. At every touch, she gave out a yelp and a slow moan with her hips bucking while moving towards his tongue. “She IS wild and she likes wild sex," Stevenson joked.

Robespierre nodded. “Normally cats are wild and mice are mild."

Stevenson walked to the back of Monique and found a baby lotion on the table. She felt something cold and wet poured onto her naked ass cheeks, a hand almost softly rubbing over her cheeks. The fingers became bolder, one hand spreading her cheeks so far apart that she could feel her anus opening under the assault. A cold, wet finger began to run up and down her crack, moving slower as it ran over her anal bud. She could not control her buttocks, her cheeks clenching each time from the unnatural touching of her backside.

Robespierre walked out from the building and purposely showed Monique some anal beads. Her face flashed scarlet, and then pale than before. She never played BDSM before but she knew the usage of the anal beads. Even worse, some beads shaped like triangle, some like square and some like rectangle. “These beads shall enlarge her tail hole," he told Stevenson.

“No!" Monique cried.

Stevenson stood before the scared cat. “Do you have anal hook? Anal beads are too common," he asked Robespierre and then he turned to her. “I'm considering cutting down her tail."

Fright has drained all colours from Monique's face. “No, please don't cut down my tail."

Stevenson gave the cat an ironic grin. “I want to buy her," he said.

A barn-owl released Monique, she smiled at Stevenson bewitchingly.

Stevenson grinned widely. “How much is this owl?" he asked Robespierre.

“Sorry, she's my beloved slave, not for sale," Robespierre replied sternly.

Inside a room.

“Here are your free toys." the barn-owl started to say. “Anal hook, the ball measures just a fraction less than 5 inches in circumference and the handle (Including the ring, but not the curved section) measures 9 inches long."

Monique frowned. “No!" When she saw the toy, she was sincerely terrified.

“The fun part is, the ball is designed to unscrew from the hook. I believe it is designed this way to allow users to switch out the ball, adding smaller or larger ones if they wished," the barn-owl continued.

“Please, no," Monique said nervously.

The barn-owl laughed. “Pussy Pump, our latest product! The purpose of a pussy pump is to create a vacuum over the labia and/or clitoris which will in turn make the tissue swell, encouraging more blood to flow and making the skin much more sensitive."

“Thanks, I got some toys readied at home. Wrap them all, how much?" Stevenson asked excitedly.

More toys at home? Monique almost fainted, right there.

“Understand that the price is not negotiable," Robespierre replied with a constrained smile. “But the toys are free. Please fill in these forms – are you going to pay by cash or cheque?"

“Cheque," Stevenson answered as he pulled out a pen and his wallet.

Ten minutes later, Robespierre brought Monique into the branding room, immediately some officers tied her onto a table. “Stevenson, she's your property now, I'll brand your initial on her neck," Robespierre said. He was straddling her back while doing the job, her breasts were pressed against the table and she thought that they were going to explode sooner or later. She could not stop herself crying aloud. After he finished the branding, he released the cat woman.

“Monique, you listen carefully. If you tried to run away, we'll remove your hands and legs from your body slowly, understood?" Robespierre warned.

Monique sobbed and nodded.

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** Stevenson rode home to the house by the sea, Monique was walking behind the horse and every one was looking at her. She was humbled to the dust by the many ill things she had done. This was her first time walking for long distance, she could not endure anymore and peed secretly. It was hot and she began to feel thirsty. Her feet were burned and sore. Finally, she saw a house.**

“Welcome to your new home," Stevenson told Monique as he opened the front gate. She paused, as though she did not quite know how to begin.

** “Your slavery period begins now, so I suggest you follow my orders without hesitation," Stevenson said with a smile. “First thing first, you must address me as Master, understood?"**

** Monique nodded reluctantly. “Yes, Master," she said dryly. She could not run away because her bank account has been frozen, she has no money and she was naked now. She could try to run but where could she hide?**

I want to commit suicide, although I know that it can't solve the problems. But I know after I died, I don't have to face this trouble. Even if I am not satisfied with the result, it doesn't matter for it is just a dead person, isn't it? Monique thought, but she was afraid to commit suicide.

“Since this is your first time being a slave, I won't punish you severely," Stevenson pointed out.

** Monique sighed. Since I'm here, I may as well stay and make the best of it. She thought.**

** Stevenson led Monique to a room at the basement. He used a key to unlock it, pushing it open. They entered and her horror began. They were now in a large underground storeroom which had been turned into his private torture palace. She saw many strange devices in the room, all of them designed to torture people. “There're two types of torture devices, Eastern and Western, but I prefer to use the Eastern devices," he explained.**

Monique gasped at the ghastly sight. Why this pervert guy spent so much money to buy these devices? She thought.

Stevenson gestured his new slave to enter a small room. The small room was very simple, a shower, basin and toilet. “Enemas are great for cleansing your colon and have many additional benefits. After one month, your hole shall become bigger, smoother and thus can accommodate any items and any sizes. Now, doggie style," he said with a smile.

Any items? What are the items that he is going to insert into my asshole? Monique thought.

The new slave sighed and followed the order. Stevenson squeezed a hose into her tiny tail hole. She shrieked dreadfully as she felt water rushed into her rectum, the speed of the flow was fast and soon, her belly bulged like there was a watermelon inside her stomach. There was a POP sound when he pulled out the hose, he sealed the hole with a butt plug before she could release the water. He pushed and squeezed until the butt plug was firmly inside the hole, preventing the water to leak out.

Monique was squirming on the floor in agony, Stevenson tied her hands behind her back and now she could not pull out the plug anymore. He showed her another device, it was 3 inches in length and ¾ inches in width. “Egg-shaped vibrator which can be used for stimulation of the clitoris or insertion into the vagina," he said, smiling. “Operated by batteries, get used to it because you'll be using this every day."

Stevenson activated the vibrator and slid it into Monique's vagina. “Don't let it come out from your hole, or else I'll tear down your labia," he warned.

There was a look of confusion and pain in Monique's face. “Please let me go to the toilet," she stammered.

“Wrong. You should not say me or I because you're a nobody now, and you forgot to say the magic word," Stevenson said with a supercilious glance at Monique.

Monique quickly forced a smile and decided to modify what she had been going to say, “Master, please allow your slave to go to the toilet," she said, and her lower lip quivered.

Stevenson's face brightened. “Do you enjoy the pain?" he asked.

Though the colour had left Monique's cheeks, she still managed to force a smile to her lips. “Yes, Master. I'm loving it."

“Ok, you can go to the toilet, I'll be back later," Stevenson replied and left the room.

“Master! You forgot to untie your slave!"

Monique lost count how many times she reached climax; pain and pleasure attacked her nerve at the same time. She moaned, meowed, purred and groaned almost at the same time. Her stomach was rumbling and her vagina was calling for attention. Juice and urine formed a small pool on the floor. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" she orgasm again.

** When Stevenson returned, Monique was fainted on the floor. He pressed her bulging stomach and she immediately screamed painfully. “I'm going to release you now, but you must dump into the toilet, and then take a shower, understood?" he said slowly.**

“Yes…Master."

Stevenson stood outside the room and he could hear Monique's scream. Soon, the toilet became very smelly. After multiple orgasm, tired described every aspect of her body…inside and out, top to bottom. She looked tired, baggage under her eyes, her cheeks droopy. Her hair looked tired too. She wanted to stop and go to sleep but the water inside her stomach kept rushing out like fountain. Suddenly she felt like she was giving birth to babies – many babies crawling out almost at the same time. Her legs were like rigor mortis has begun to set in…the muscles were stiff yet rubbery. Every motion required distinct and concentrated effort. Her innards felt tired too. It was a hard sensation to describe. She looked wan and fragile. When the water stopped flowing out, she flushed the toilet and fell to the marble floor. Her tail hole gasped like a fish out of water.

Monique was too weak to stand, she sat beneath the shower and let the warm water poured on her fatigued body. Finally she finished taking shower and crawled out slowly. Stevenson took a towel and dried her body.

“Remember to take enemas for thirty minutes every morning, and then take a shower," Stevenson said mischievously.

“Yes…Master…" Monique's face looked gaunt and ashen.

“Alright, you can take a break now."

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** Thirty minutes later.**

“Come stand here, you must do the splits every day," Stevenson giggled. Monique stood, very much frightened, awaiting something. Firstly, he tied her hands above her head and hang at the ceiling. Secondly, he tied a small basket on her left ankle, then put three bricks into the basket. Thirdly, he raised her right leg until her soles were pointing at the ceiling, then he tied her ankle to the ceiling. Finally, he pulled the rope higher and higher until her left leg could not touch the ground. She was hanging far above from the ground and the bricks were pulling her left ankle – splitting her even more. Now her pussy was fully exposed and he could see the secret garden clearly.

** “Let the punishment begins," Stevenson announced as he took out the Deviant Monarch Weighted Nipple Clamps from a box.**

** Monique's face was distorted with alarm when Stevenson attached the clamps to her nipples. Each weight clips easily on to the end, supplying 10 oz of pull each, for a full pound of pressure total. “ARGH! Your slave can't endure anymore!" she said pleadingly. Her face went whiter and her brown eyes dilated enormously.**

** “C'mon, 10 oz only, you'll be getting 20 oz by next week," Stevenson said earnestly.**

** Stevenson searched the box for a while and took out another type of clamp – the clover clamp. When he clamped Monique's labia, she peed unconsciously. To increase tension on the labia, fishing line sinker was attached to the end of the clamp. He attached three more clover clamps onto her labia, pulling her labia outwards. Her voice was hysterical.**

** “Next week, I'll replace the fishing line sinker with a brick," Stevenson joked.**

** You pervert bustard! Monique thought.**

** Stevenson took another box and walked to Monique's back. Soon, there was a PAK sound and she felt a sharp pain from her beloved tail.**

** PAK! “OUCH!"**

** PAK! “Please stop!"**

** PAK! PAK! PAK!**

** Stevenson was holding a mouse trap as he looked at Monique's tail. He smiled as he clamped her right ear with the mouse trap, and then her left ear. She began to cry hysterically. As she shook her body, the weights pulled more intensely.**

** “Open your mouth and show me your tongue," Stevenson said, grinning.**

** When Monique stretched out her tongue, Stevenson clamped it with another mouse trap. “As a slave, you must enjoy pain, understood?" he asked and she nodded quickly. He left the room and returned to his own bedroom.**

** Stevenson began to prepare a schedule and pasted on a thick cardboard. He returned to the basement and pinned the cardboard on the wall. “Slave, this is your timetable. You'll get penalty for not following the schedule," he grunted and she nodded. She was puffing and trembling and looked pale.**

** After Stevenson left, Monique started to study the schedule. She almost fainted. 5A.M must wake up, then enemas and shower. There were a series of pervert, kinky and unbearable training programs. At the end of the day, she must sleep before 10P.M. But, after a series of crazy exercises, was she able to sleep? She would find out tonight.**

The end.