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Man has long held a special place in nature. There are very few creatures with the might and daring to attempt to compete with the cunning and dangerous creature that has long stood at the top of the food chain. However, there is one brazen creature that even men feared. A crafty, dastardly creature, that once fancied itself a hunter of men. Not only for hunger, but for sport. That creature is known as the Siren, or Mermaid as it's commonly called these days. While the name might not strike the same fear that it once did, no one has forgotten the many years that these beasts terrorized the sea.

For over a thousand years, since man first learned to sail the waters, sirens made sport of turning sailors wives into widows. For a time, their appearance remained unknown. A mysterious creature attacked unfortunate souls at sea. The only hint of their existence was the corpses that would wash up on shore. Whatever creature was responsible clearly had it's own preferences. Some corpses were missing their eyes, some their fingers or toes, or more precious still, all the way up to those who would be nothing but bone. Perhaps, with the ocean being as vast as it was, it could have been argued that it was more than one creature behind this. However, most eerily of all, every lost soul had also lost their heart, and had the same strange markings on their chest.

However, man is crafty as well, and fear eventually becomes curiousity. The creatures for their part were also brazen. Rather than keeping hidden some were more in favor of theatrics. At times they'd sing an entrancing song for a couple on the beach, before tossing the corpse of a sad sailor in their path. At other times, they'd play a little magic trick. They'd find an innocent boat in the shallows, and after whipping up a bit of fog, they'd surprise the confused passengers with a blood stained ocean. This was usually taken as an omen, a warning, or maybe even a threat by the audience, but the performers seemed to enjoy their own show very much.

Fortunately, these types of stunts eventually backfired. More and more people were catching glimpses of the creatures. Strange fish with upper bodies resembling a human female. More and more people were beginning to become wise to their tricks. Confuse sailors with fog, and entrance them with their song, before sinking their ship and attacking them in the sea. And what's more, while the ocean remained the sirens domain man grew stronger and stronger on land. Technology improved to the point that the sirens were manageable, and then one day they were no longer a threat, until eventually they became the prey themselves.

They were slow to realize that the tables had turned, but to their credit the tables turned incredibly fast. Men went from covering their ears in a failed attempt to block out the sirens song, to using advanced hearing protection, and inescapable nets of wired steel. Some younger mermaids were the first to be caught in these traps. In spite of their cruelty to humans, the creatures seemed to deeply care for their own, no doubt in part due to their low population size. Scientists today theorize that there may never have been more than a couple thousand mermaids in all the worlds oceans.

Thankfully the sea maids didn't have much chance of rescuing their kin. They were powerless on land, and screeching at random humans on the beach proved innefectual in kickstarting the return of their families. In fact, when a when a Mermaid would angrily demand the return of a sister, or daughter they'd often be met with a canon powered net to the face before being dragged onto the shore, never to return to the ocean. Humans even started to use their own theatrics. They'd take one of the youngest mermaids from the captured bunch, bind her tightly, and gag her with a steel ring, perfect for dealing with her sharp teeth and preventing her from properly using her voice at the same time. After attaching her to a special pole, they'd dip only her head below the water, and whip her until she screamed. The anguished cries of their young companion echoing through the water was extremely effective in drawing in more mermaids for capture.

The more were caught, the more was learned about them, and the more was learned about them, the more the balance of power shifted towards mankind. At some point the maidens realized that they were outmatched, and decided amongst themselves that they would officially end the hunting of humans, but it was too late. Mankind didn't forget its grudge, and the predator was now the prey. The same species that once feared a chance encounter on the water would now go looking for it. Eventually technology progressed to the point that sonar could be used to pinpoint a mermaid based on their unique cries.

Hunting mermaids became a sport, and to add insult to injury it had a rather low barrier of entry. A group of teenagers made the news for fishing out a nest of mermaids using their dad's old fishing boat. Later on, they were so well and thoroughly routed that just a glimpse of a wild mermaid was enough to make the news. While some still hope to catch a few mermaids out in the wild, these days the sport of hunting has died down, and now the sport of taming is what's taken off.

Which brings us to today. Captured mermaids are trained and forced to take part in games for the amusement of humans. One of those games was known as the "pressure test". Over time humans hadn't just learned how to capture the creatures, but also of their strengths and weaknesses. As it turned out these were, relatively speaking, shallow water fish, and thus they each had a certain threshold for how deeply they could swim. Once they reached the threshold of pressure, they'd sink to the bottom of their tank completely unable to move until the water pressure was reduced.

The competitors had their arms locked into strong leather armbinders, their eyes blindfolded, and most importantly they had their mouths gagged. The creatures actually had quite lovely voices, but their singing was considered dangerous, and no one understood their langauge anyway so the gags were perfectly fitting. The creatures had adapted quite loud voices, so even with them being gagged, spectators were able to enjoy the pleasant mewls of the beautiful fish girls. However, most integral to the integrity of the game was the weight attached to the bottom of each maiden's pierced tail by a loose chain.

A deep tank was set up to host the event. At the top of this tank was a door, and on top of that girl were several fishies cramped into a tiny tank with barely enough water to keep the girls submerged. The tops of the maidens heads often being exposed to the air. Kindly, the door would eventually open, dropping all the girls into the larger tank and officially starting the game. As the girls were pulled down slowly by the carefully selected weight they were forced to use their entire body to try and swim to the top. Just as the humans grudge never died, watching the fish women and girls gyrate their lithe bodies frantically in a vain attempt to fight against the weight, and the growing pressure of the tank as they sunk was a spectacle that never got old. The winner of this competition was the last fish still swimming as her companions twitched helplessly at the bottom of the tank, crushed by the pressure.

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"As promised, this iron room shall be your new world."

"Hmp............."

A petite girl trembled beside a large man in regal red robes, face was covered by a strange veil.

"You're afraid aren't you?"

"............Hrmph"

The small girl didn't bother to answer the question. It was in part because she knew too well that it was pointless. The man beside her was her new husband, the emperor. The only emotion he cared to see from her was complete and utter devotion, and since he'd made up his mind she knew he wouldn't change it no matter what she said. He'd promised her that after their marriage he would confine her to an iron box devoid of all life, and that was what he intended to do. Despite appearances Death Porca wasn't truly a human girl, but a demon, and in the past she had been alone for a very long time.

"HNGH!!!!!" Porca screeched as she was whipped across the backside.

"Forward." The Emperor demanded.

The girl meekly walked forward and felt the cold iron on her bare feet, welcoming to her new world of solitary confinement for the next several decades. Porca had been lead here fitted with a complete bondage suit. Her hands were covered with long black gloves, and wrist cuffs that were chained to her thighs. She wore a red collar complete with a leash held by her husband. Her chest was constricted by a black corset, and her eyes were covered by a blindfold, and between her thighs a magic draining device buzzed away inside of her, and of course aside from this equipment the girl was completely nude. Ironically this complete bondage and sexual stimulation had shielded her from the much worse reality of what was about to happen to her, but as she felt the sensation of the cold iron floor, she also began to come to terms with her situation. It all finally became too much for her, and she fell to her knees slowly beginning to release the tears she'd been holding back to protect her pride.

"Have you finally begun to understand your position? If you'd been so complacent before, perhaps I could have continued to be lenient in return."

"Hmph!" Porca let out a little squeal as the emperor roughly pulled on her leash, choking her.

"Stand. It's too early for kneeling."

Porca trembled and shook as her wobbling legs did their best to support her, but she obeyed. She had to obey him. If she didn't he threatened to leave her here. Aside from being left in an iron room devoid of all life, he wouldn't even visit her himself, and in spite of his impressive mistreatment the thought of being so truly alone terrified her. But that wasn't the only reason. The emperor not had power over her, but the power to bring war to the entire continent, and to harm the people she'd worked so hard to protect. When it became clear that she couldn't defeat him, she'd agreed to be his wife in exchange for peace, and she couldn't go back on her word otherwise he'd go back on his... And even after everyone was dead, she still wouldn't be free.

*Smack* Another whip to the back.

"HAMPHHHH!!!" Porca screamed into her ball gag, drool flying as she swung her head back in pain.

"We're still not there. I've shown you your room, but you're to be confined to 'bed'" The emperor said with poison in his voice.

"HIIIIII!!!!!!"

When Porca heard those words something went off inside of her. Her instincts were screaming at her that this would be worse than she'd even imagined, and the Emperor had purposefully given her time to imagine it. Every day he reminded her that she'd be confined here in this iron room as soon as the marriage ceremony was complete. Every day he reminded her that he would be her only company for the next decades. But he never told her anything about a "bed". What did that mean? She almost gave in to her fear, almost attempted to resist, but then she remembered her pride, and why she was doing this in the first place, and so still trembling she stood as firmly as she was able.

After pulling her along a few more steps the Emperor unclipped the leash from her collar, and grabbed both of her shoulders before speaking into her ear.

"Now, you may kneel."

Porca rightfully understood it to be an order, and so she obeyed.

"As I've explained this will be your new world. All you need to think about is producing my offspring. The only being you will interact with will be me." The emperor explained as he did every day.

"This room is sufficient for fulfilling your duties, but during your daily life there's no need for this much space."

".......!...."

"And what's more a tighter space will ensure you don't make acquaintance with any wayward insects." The Emperor said with an icy tone, as he grabbed the girl's side ponytail and lifted her fully into the air.

"HMMMPHHH!! HMM!!! HAEF!?" Porca screeched as she was lifted up only to be pushed roughly back down.

Her toes were the first to touch the ground, almost twisting them as she was pressed all the way down to her knees. Not long after her head followed, being roughly pushed all the way onto the cold steel floor. Even more than the stinging pain in her cheek, Porca was very aware of how cramped it was. Her torso hunched down over her thighs, her bound wrists pressing up against hard metal walls, that left no space for her to move at all. There wasn't even enough space for her to lay her feet flat, forced to stay hunched on bent toes as the hard magic draining dildo got caught on the outer wall of the tiny steel box, preventing her butt from fully entering. Porca weakly attempted to force her way back out of the box, not in defiance, but as a simple reflex, but the Emperor clipped her collar to a very small hook on the bottom of the box, forcing her to stay down.

"HIYAMPH!!! HMPPPHHHHHH!!!" Porca yelped as she struggled ineffectually.

*Slap* Another whipping to the ass was followed by a tendril working it's way into the girls butt hole, slightly lifting her ass but snaking around her torso to force her to stay put.

"NNNNMMPH!! NNNNMPH!!! HMMMPPHHH!!!"

The tears that had been slowly flowing before began to cascade out of the girls eyes as the Emperor began forcing the device far deeper than it was supposed to go. Finally, with his other hand he shoved her ass down all the way, forcing the girls feet to painfully spread to either side beneath her buttocks. If she wasn't a demon this abuse might have been enough to end her, but the Emperor knew that her body could endure, while he hoped that her mind would not.

"Only when you're producing my offspring will you be freed of this bed. Look forward to it."

Then with a rough slam he shut the lid, and locked her in. Confining his new bride to solitude.

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"So your daughter is scared of bugs you say?" Said a friendly looking lady dressed in white robes.

"Thats right, she's just terrified." Said a very concerned mother.

"You have to help her with this." Said a very concerned father.

"Oh, well that's just awful." The doctor said, looking towards the families cute daughter who sat quietly beside her parents. She was a small brunette girl about 8 years old, with long hair, wearing a short purple one-piece dress and some cute stockings with little pictures of kitties on them, and Mary Janes. She was fidgeting and looked a little nervous.

"You know, we find when kids are scared of something the best treatment is a little bit of exposure." The doctor said, clapping her hands with a smile.

"Whaaat? But I'd feel so bad for her." Said the concerned mom, causing the daughter to look a little worried. She hadn't understood what the doctor was implying, but the concern of her mother worried off.

"Yeah, we don't want to scare her." Said the dad.

"Oh, I wish we could just make it so that your daughter never has to see a creepy crawly again, but this really is the best way you know. If her phobia sticks with her into adulthood then it'll be much harder to deal with it."

"Oh, she's right Freddie. Freddie you know I'm just terrified of bugs myself Freddie." Said the wife.

"Hmm, but you are the expert." Said the husband.

"Oh, then you'll let me help her then. That's fantastic. We see a lot of entomophobia from children, especially young girls, so we have facilities set up to help her right away." Said the incredibly happy doctor.

"So how does this work? I don't want it to be too scary for her." Asked the mother.

"And how much does it cost?" Asked the father.

"Oh, don't ask about that Freddie." Said the wife, hitting her husband in the shoulder "You know this is for our daughter Freddie."

The husband just laughed and shrugged a little bit in response.

"Hahaaah. What we do is take the gi- the children into our education room, where we give them a chance to learn about some harmless insects, and let them meet them up close."

"Oh, so you teach kids about them so they'll know they're not scary." The mother said sounding relieved.

"That's right. After a few weeks you'll start to think of bugs as friends. Doesn't that sound great Sarah?" The doctor said addressing the girl, who simply shook her head, and tried hiding behind her dad's back.

"Oh, you." The mom said, rubbing her daughters head a little bit.

"Hahaha. She's so cute. Don't worry, it won't be too scary for her." Said the doctor.

"All right, so when does this start." Asked the dad.

"It's a little late to start today, but you can just drop her off any weekday between 8:00 and 12:00 and we can start helping her as soon as tomorrow. You can pick her up at 3:00."

"Oh, that sounds wonderful." Said the mother.
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"Haaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!" Sarah screamed into the breathing tube and mask that had been strapped around her head, and forced down her throat.

As soon as her parents had left that morning, the doctor roughly grabbed her hand and near sprinted into the education room where she immediately began to get to work, not minding that the much smaller girl had nearly tripped on the way there trying to keep up with her. Upon arrival to their destination, and without so much as a word to the girl the doctor began unbuttoning the girls soft yellow blouse, and pulled it off of her shoulders. Sarah had screamed a little at the start, only to get a light but painful slap to the face and a very stern warning not to speak.

"Shhh! If I hear one word out of you, I'll make you eat a cockroach then I'll tell your parents you were bad! Got it?"

The girl gasped, then nodded starting to tear up a little. The doctor had correctly surmised that she was a quiet and well-behaved brat, so that one slap and warning was enough to prevent any more outbursts from Sarah as the doc unbuttoned and unzipped her denim shorts and pulled them down her legs. Next she removed the girls tennis shoes and socks, leaving her in only her kitty patterned underwear. The doctor took a big sniff before throwing the girl's socks down in a pile on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

After that, Sarah was strapped down inside a glass cage, arms secured to her sides with straps that ran across her torso and midsection, with her legs and feet similarly strapped down. Aside from the mask with breathing tube, Sarah also had goggles tightly strapped over her eyes, and headphones over her ears. The cage itself was bolted shut and airtight so the tube was necessary to allow air to get into the girls's lungs and prevent the countless insects that were crawling over and around it from getting out.

"Having fun?" The friendly sounding doctor asked, with an almost genuine voice. "If you tell your parents that bugs are friends, and you like playing with them, they'll stop bringing you here." She said, speaking into a microphone that was connected to the girl's headphones.

"Haaahhhh!!!!!!" Sarah screamed, sobbing profusely as she dealt with the sensation of all these "harmless" insects crawling on top of her. Cockroaches, ladybugs, roly polys, flies and others all buzzing and squirming all over her. Most of them were just as antsy as the girl, as they tried and failed to find an exit to the cage.

"You want to go home?" The doctor asked.

Sarah nodded frantically, proving to the doctor that she was still listening enough to answer. Perfect. Not only could she take more, but that meant she wouldn't have to explain again, once she let her out.

"Then that means you're having fun right? You like bugs now right?" The doctor asked, leading.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Sarah screamed as she nodded.

"Good, you better tell your parents that. You're going to aren't you?"

"HIIIIHHHHHH!!!!" The sobbing girl just kept nodding obediently.

"You're lying! You don't really like bugs do you?" The doctor said with a sad voice.

"HYAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Sarah started shaking her head no.

"So you really don't like them?" The doctor asked, causing Sarah to freeze in place, unsure of how to answer to make the doctor believe she loved bugs now.

"I'm not letting you out until you tell me you love them. You understand?"

"Hmph! Hmphhh!!!" Sarah half panted half whined while nodding her head frantically.

"Good, then you like them right?"

Sarah nods.

"Then why do you want to get out?"

Sarah shook her head.

"So you don't want to get out?"

Sarah froze again, then hesitantly shook her head no.

"Great! Then you can stay in there forever!" The doctor said happily, before leaving the room making sure to cross in front of Sarah's field of view and slam the door as she left.

Two hours later, the doctor came back to a Sarah that was a dripping mess from the sweat and tears she'd been secreting as well as the accident she'd had while the doctor was away. In truth, she was just enjoying watching the girl develop a more extreme phobia through a camera in the other room. She still had plenty of time before her parents came to pick her up, so she was going to enjoy every second of it. Attaching a powerful vacuum to a special door in the glass cage, she removed all the bugs(many of them now dead) before unbolting the glass cage.

"I know you were having fun, but we have to do some more lessons." The doctor said sadly.

This time, Sarah didn't respond at all. She just looked up at the doctor with teary eyes.

"Next you're going to learn what it's like to be a bug!"

"Hmph" Sarah said meekly, her voice having nearly given out from excessive screaming.

*Smack*

"Lift your butt more, when you crawl." The doctor said, slapping Sarah hard across the ass. "Like a caterpillar use your whole body."

Sarah was strapped up similarly to before, with her arms strapped tightly to her sides, and her legs strapped together, but now she was on the floor, blindfolded and bitgagged, learning to crawl like a caterpillar.

"You know caterpillars can't see very well, and they definitely can't talk. You should appreciate how they're able to live like that." The doctor explained.

*Smack*

"I said lift your butt! That's not how a caterpillar crawls at all!"

"HNNNGH!!!" Sarah said, sobbing. Her now bare ass stinging from the many times her doctor had corrected her form. The doctor had removed her panties, and placed them in a zip lock bag to add to her collection. Of course, the doctor wasn't really correcting anything, just looking for an excuse to slap her ass every time she lifted it. As if she needed a reason to slap an ass when it presented itself like that.

*Slap!*

"Nope."

*Whap!"

"Almost, try again." The whole time the doctor maintained the faux kindness in her voice.

"Okay, that's enough. We'll figure it out tomorrow."

"HNNNNGHHH!!!" When she heard this, Sarah frantically began crawling as best she could to prove she could do it, but in exchange the doctor just bent her over her lap, and gave her a more serious spanking.

"I said we'll figure it out tomorrow. I know you're having fun, but if you don't listen I'm going to have to tell your parents you were misbehaving."

"HNNGHHH!!! HMMMMPHHHH HUMPPPHHHH!!!!!" Sarah yelped.

The doctor still wasn't quite satisfied, but sadly she had started to run out of time, so she had to start getting ready for Sarah's parents to return. In spite of berating her earlier for her crawling practice, the doctor made Sarah caterpillar crawl all the way through the back halls of the clinic towards the clean up room before bathing her, and getting her all dressed up. There was no need to replace her panties, or cover the redness of her ass, since she was old enough that her parents weren't going to be bathing with her, or helping her get undressed. The only thing left was to make absolutely sure the girl told her parents only what she wanted her to.

"See this girl? She's cute isn't she?" The doctor said, showing Sarah a picture of a pretty little blonde girl.

Sarah meekly nodded her head.

"Well, I want to show you something." The doctor said, before taking a vcr tape out of her drawer, and putting it into the TV.

"So you really won't like bugs no matter what?"

The doctors voice could be heard, but the tape only showed the little blonde girl sobbing and naked bound in a chair with her legs strapped into stirups. She shook her head, and yelled out a somewhat incoherent "No" as her ring gag prevented her from talking properly.

"Well, then I guess I'll just have to turn you into one so that you can really understand them." The doctors legs and torso appeared on screen, and somewhat obscured the view of the girl, before her hands were seen grabbing the girls cheeks and forcing her to drink something. As the doctor turned around and walked back towards the camera she completely obscured the view of the naughty blonde. The camera rocked as it was picked up, and turned toward the chair, but where the uncooperative blondie had been, now there was only a single caterpillar.

"Kyah!" Sarah screamed, only to get another light slap to the face.

"Don't scream and don't cry." The doctor said. "That girl couldn't learn to love bugs, so I gave her this medicine to turn her into one." The doctor said, showing the girl some dubious pink liquid she was holding in her hand.

"If you don't tell your parents you loved it here, and you love bugs, and you want to learn more about them, I'm gonna have to turn you into one too so that you'll understand." Got it?

Sarah nodded her head, and so she spent the next three months learning to crawl.

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*Sigh* "Abducted by Aliens? Seriously Gwen, what kind of a heroine are you?" Gwen berated herself as she awoke bound inside a strange pod.
The pod appeared translucent, yet Gwen was unable to see anything outside of it. It was like an eerie light was consuming everything. Her arms were shackled on the wrists, stretched straight out to form a "T" shape with her torso, and her legs lifted slightly, and spread apart, with shackles around her thighs, and ankles. It was as if she was rigidly floating in place with her back at a 45 degree angle to the "bottom" of the pod. If it even had a bottom.

"How are you going to get out of this o-" Gwen started to think, but her thoughts were interrupted when suddenly her head was attacked by strange blobs.

One of them attached itself to her hair and yanked upwards sharply, causing her to briefly open her mouth in an attempt to scream, but at a speed quick enough to prevent a single decibel from escaping the girl's lips, another blob entered and completely filled the girl's mouth. A final gooey blob took over the girl's eyes, and wormed itself into her ears, so completely that her eardrums became incapable of transmitting even the slightest vibrations, including the ones from her own body. Being unable to identify even the sound of her own heartbeat, and breathing was immediately unsettling. Thankfully, to ease the unsettling disconnect a bit, the blobby substance in her mouth decided to worm its way into her nose and prevent her breathing entirely.

"WHAT IS THIS!? WHAT'S GOING ON!? HELP!!!" Upon the loss of her ability to breath, Gwen transitioned from attempting to think of a way out of this herself, to begging for rescue immediately.

"You've awakened Anodite" Gwen tried to think, but her thoughts were blocked by her own voice in her head, speaking over her.

"I CAN'T BREATHE! LET ME GO!! SOMEONE HELP!!!!" Gwen was absolutely desperate.

"The space you are in, is a pocket dimension. A safe designed to sustain you for an indefinite period of time." The voice explained over Gwen's desperate thoughts. "While it is impossible to measure an eternity this safe should preserve you well beyond the predicted heat death of the universe."

"I'M GONNA DIE! LET ME OUT!!!! LET ME OUT!!!!" Gwen pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.

"As an anodite, you have no need for essentials required by most other lifeforms, thusly you will not be provided them while you are in this safe. While the complete deprivation of food, water, and oxygen may be unsettling to you, you will not be allowed to expire."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? I'M HUMAN! I'm going to die! Please!" Gwen pleaded, tThe voice in her head forcinged her to pay attention even over her instinctual desperation for oxygen.

"From the beginning this safe contained no oxygen. You have simply had the illusion of breathing taken from you. This safe contains a potentially limitless supply of mana to sustain an Anodite such as yourself. Through the use of mana manipulation, your human body will not be allowed to expire."

"THIS IS SOME KIND OF MISTAKE!!! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME! I'M NOT AN ANODITE OR WHATEVER! I'M JUST A GIRL! PLEASE!" The young Gwen had yet to meet her grandmother, and had no clue about her origins. All she knew was that she needed to breathe.

"Keep in mind that you, 'the subject' will not be permitted the free manipulation of mana. Mana manipulation will be performed automatically by I 'the unit'. Any thoughts by the subject that pertain to the manipulation of mana, or the subject's removal from this safe will be punished by the unit in a manner fitting to cause the subject intense emotional harm. Keep in mind that "any thought" does not account for intent, therefore the subject should take great care to prevent any thoughts related to 'magic' 'escape' or 'rescue'." The unit continued to explain.

"Are you kidding me!? I can't even breathe! What could be worse than this!?" Gwen foolishly asked herself.

"With this explained, the subjects mind has been analyzed for a suitable method of torture." The unit didn't bother trying to sugar coat its word choice.

"TORTURE!?" Gwen was incredulous. All this, and now this voice was talking about torturing her for no reason?

"It is considered beneficial to inform the subject that it's possible to maintain a comfortable environment in this safe. The subject's owner has intentionally chosen to create an environment as emotionally and physically taxing as possible in order to harm the subject."

"What? Why?" Gwen's confusion and despair overpowered her fear for a brief moment.

"Keep in mind that it is impossible to open this safe, or remove the subject once the subject has entered, Even the safe's creator is incapable of changing its settings once they have been established. Keep in mind that the settings have been established."

"THAT CAN'T BE TRUE! YOU'RE LYING!!!" Gwen tried to think, but something inside her told her it was true, and the unit continued to think over her all the while.

"The subject is currently being viewed by its owner, and a great many others who are fascinated by the subject's distress." The unit continued thinking over Gwen's thoughts, answering the question that she would have had, without even pausing enough time for her to think it. "With this knowledge being granted, the subjects attire will be changed. Using the subjects mind as a base, an outfit has been selected to mortify the subject. The subject's mental activity will be bolstered to allow it to focus on multiple stimuli."

"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!? STOP!!!" Gwen was finally able to think again, as the unit took a break from explanations to give her time to truly process what was happening to her, and what was about to happen.

*Swoosh*

The ten year old girl suddenly felt an incredibly icy breeze all over her body, intended to alert her to the fact that every scrap of clothing she had been wearing was now erased.

"........!" Gwen attempted to MMMPHHHH into her new cat printed panty gag, but she was deprived of her ability to make even the smallest of sounds. Or perhaps she had made a noise, and was simply unable to hear it on account of hearing deprivation? Either way, she was only left with an incredibly nasty feeling in her mouth, and in her stomach.

"Gross!" Gwen thought to herself. "GROSS!!!"

"I'm naked! Are people really looking at me!?"

"I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"I'm hungry! I'm thirsty!"

"Stop looking at me!"

"I CAN'T MOVE!!!"

"How could anyone enjoy doing this to someone?"

"Am I going to die!?"

"HELP ME!"

"Don't just stare at me! Help!"

"What's going on!? What's going on!? What's going on!? I'm scared!"

Not only was Gwen finally able to think, but she was starting to be absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of thoughts running through her head at once. Thankfully the unit chose to free her for a brief moment to inform her that she was to be punished.

"The subject has thought of removing itself from its safe. The subject will now be punished. The subject's mind has been scanned to mortify it beyond nudity. Keep in mind that all punishments are indefinite, and may persist for the entirety of the subject's existence. The subject must be careful to control its thoughts." The unit which had been monotone until now, somehow seemed vindictive, and cruel now. Made worse by the fact that it spoke with Gwen's own voice.

"The subject is fond of cat themed clothing. It should enjoy this outfit." The unit explained.

"......!!!!!" Gwen shrieked(?) as a butt plug was rammed into her anal cavity, with a long black cat tail attached.

Her outstretched arms, and spread legs were covered with big fluffy kitty gloves that went up to her elbows and thighs, and the blob over her eyes was transformed into a blindfold that was a mockery of the girl's Lucky Girl mask. Finally, a collar with a big bell on it was fastened tightly around her neck. Aside from the girl's limbs and neck, the rest of her body was still entirely exposed. The unit sent images of the girl's new look directly into her mind, as well as a bit of information.

"The people viewing you are curious why your mind would create this outfit. Many of them are laughing at your predicament, and all of them are enjoying your suffering."

"ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME!?" The embarrassed part of her mind thought as she realized her own hero design was being corrupted not to be the strong heroine she envisioned, but just someone's pet.

"Grandpa! Ben! Save me!" The panicked part screamed.

"Is there really no way out of this? Wait! Did I just think something? No!" The part of her that had been listening to the unit's explanations thought.

"I don't want to die! Please, at least let me breathe!" Her instincts pleaded.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!!????" The part of her overwhelmed by overlapping thoughts thought.
"You can't just treat someone like this! I'm not your property!"

"Please. Please. Stop"

"Why won't anyone help me!?"

"Are they all really enjoying this?"

"I'M GONNA DIE! I'M HUMAN! I'M HUMAN! I CAN'T TAKE THIS! I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

"No....."

"The subject's punishment will now be increased." The unit explained.

*Some time later

"The unit would like to inform the subject that its place of origin has ceased to be."
".................................." At this point Gwen's overwhelming thoughts were so fine tuned that they were beyond any form of translation, but she experienced them all just as vividly as she would a single thought. The unit had somehow managed to find a new punishment for every single instance of the near infinite amount of times the eternal ten year old thought of escape, or using her powers, or wishing for rescue, or wondering about what mana was, or any other infringement it found from her. There was no end to it, and no escape. Even her potential to go mad was deprived from her.

"That is to say that the subjects universe of origin has ceased to be. In order to increase the subjects suffering the unit neglected to inform the subject of a loss of outside viewers. Keep in mind that through emotional preservation the unit will mantain the subjects mortification as it has for many eons. However, this may regretably prevent the subjects level of mortification in the future. With this in mind, the unit has calculated that it will cause the subject a great deal more distress to know that it is now completely alone in the universe, and it will continue to suffer forever with no one knowing or caring for all eternity. The unit will continue to punish the subject for any rule violations including the 1298792812984782512463.................. discovered at this moment, however the unit will cease to communicate directly with the subject. The unit will now initiate the subject's complete deprivation."

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"Now that we all understand who the real leader is, I think it's time my troublesome subordinate recieved a bit of extra instruction." Shiver said, with a smug expression on her face. "You're okay with that aren't you?"

"....................." Frye didn't respond on account of the fact that she couldn't. They hypno glasses she'd been forced to wear were set not to allow for any speech, or inkling transformations. Frye stood rigidly, naked on a small box with a glowing yellow circle that matched her ink color as Shiver lectured her. Of course, even without the hypnosis, it didn't seem like she would be able to do much speaking or moving, as her arms and legs were wrapped in plastic wrap, and her mouth was stuffed full with a power egg. Frye stood there dripping and oozing in place, as she listened to Shiver's lecture. It wasn't the first time Shiver had lectured her like this, but it was the first time she'd gone this far. Where did she even get hypno goggles?
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"Even though I'm leader she doesn't listen to a word I say!" Shiver complained "Boss, what do you do at times like this?"

"*sigh*...... Why are you asking me? For starters I can't even get you people to stop calling me that. What makes you think I-" Marie started to complain back.

"I know! I know! Use these!" Callie said, producing a pair of strange glowy eyewear.

"...How many times do I have to tell you to get rid of those?" Marie said, in her usual deadpan manner.

"How many times do I have to tell you they look good on me?" Callie Retorted "Besides, they're really useful. I had Sheldon modify them so that anyone with this microphone can control the hypnosis." Callie said, cheerfully.

"Why didn't you have him get rid of the hypnos-"

"I think these will be perfect for you to teach that naughty Frye a lesson!" Callie said, hugging up to Shiver, and placing the glasses and microphone into her hands.

"... But you're nau-"

*Shhh* Callie made a gesture towards Marie, causing her to roll her eyes, before leaning into Shiver's ear. *Whisper Whisper*

"You really think I should go that far?" Shiver said, sounding slightly, but only slightly, hesitant.

"You need to show her who's boss otherwise she won't respect you." Callie exclaimed "Just ask Marie. You know Captain was a wild beast before Marie *whisper whisper*" Callie whispered to Shiver while looking at Marie.

"Wow! Just what you'd expect from the boss." Shiver said, sounding strangely proud.

"What are you telling her?" Marie asked.

"And you know how we recruited that crazy strong Agent 3? It looked like we were about to get turned down until Marie said *whisper whisper*. You should have seen it. Agent 3 couldn't argue with her at all." Callie said clearly in awe at the persuasive powers of Marie.

"So that's how it works? Well, if the boss says so." Shiver said with a wicked looking grin.

"...What did you just tell her?" Marie asked, recovering her jaw and putting on an annoyed expression.

"You've got to train her like one of your sharks!" Callie said, ignoring Marie again.

"Like one of my sharks!" Shiver said, starting to get a little fired up.

"That's right, take her and *whisper whisper whisper*" Callie said, causing Shiver to blush and melt a little.(literally)

"I don't train sharks like that." Shiver said, gripping the microphone and glasses to her chest while using her other hand to hide her face behind her fan.

"Then don't train her like one of your sharks!" Callie said, with a big smile patting Shiver on the back.

"Right! I've got this. Thanks boss!" Shiver said, waving to Marie.

"I didn't even say anything. Hey- !" Marie started, but didn't have the energy to chase after Shiver who was already out the door.

Callie waved energetically as Shiver set off on her mission.

"Seriously what did you tell her?" Marie asked simply.
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"Well, if you don't say anything it's the same as saying yes. That's what the boss says." Shiver said, blushing and hiding a wicked smile behind her fan.
(TL Note: Marie actually says this when she recruits Agent 3 in the Japanese version.
-I wonder why they changed it.-)

"You seem to have difficulty paying attention to the little things, so I'm going to help you with that."

With that, Shiver threw a sprinkler bomb above Frye's head so that it slowly spit little bits of ink onto her naked form.

"Nnnggg" Frye moaned a bit, the ink stinging as it landed.

"That stings doesn't it..." Shiver asked, before pausing a bit.

"....................."

"Yes. Of course it does." Shiver giggled. "You see, even this little sprinkler will splat you eventually if it keeps hitting you." As Shiver finished speaking her words came to pass, as Frye exploded into a puddle of ink, only to be respawned to the same spot in the same predicament.

"HINNNNGHHHH!" Frye Shivered and twitched as the sprinkler immediately returned to spraying her, this time almost all of it landing directly on her head. Thankfully for her, it sputtered out and finished spraying before she was splatted again.

"Do you understand why I'm teaching you this?"

Frye simply trembled in response.

"Haha so you d-" Shiver thought for a second, then spoke into the special microphone. "If you don't understand then shake your head no." She said, with a preemptively angry tone.

Frye shook her head.

"I'M TELLING YOU FOR THE BILLIONTH TIME TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE SMALL FRY'S WHEN WE'RE ON THE JOB!" A red faced Shiver demanded.

"What? That's what this is about? She was really that mad about it?" Frye thought to herself.

Shiver growled a bit at the end, before pushing Frye off the respawner, causing her to land face first on the floor, her forehead briefly liquifying as it made contact, before returing to solid form. Shiver soon joined her on the floor, sitting properly as she bent the face-flat Frye over her lap.

"This isn't working. We'll just have to use this method instead." *WHAP!*

"HMMPHHH!?" Frye moaned, her butt jiggling as Shiver used her fan to slap her across the behind.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY JOBS WE'VE LOST BECAUSE OF YOU!?" *WHAP WHAP WHAP!*

"HRNNNGHHH!!!"

"WHO DO YOU THINK'S THE ONE SAVING YOU EVERY TIME!?" *WHAP WHAP WHAP!"

"MMMMMPHHHH!!!" Frye wailed as the spanking continued. Her red behind covering the fan with yellow ink.

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It was finally time for a new start. Carved out into a mountain on a secluded ocean that most feared to travel was a special facility run by an impish little witch by the name of Laera. She had long white hair arranged into two high pigtails on either side of her head. Her chosen hairstyle and stature might give off a child-like impression, but with a good look at her face the more observant might notice a certain degree of maturity. If she were to wear a more closely fitting outfit than the baggy oversized robes she was so fond of then her subtle curves might also hint at someone a bit older than the first glance might suggest. However, even if one were extremely observant and had the ability to see through her clothes they wouldn't be able to pin down her true age. She was the only witch in the world to successfully develop anti-aging and de-aging spells... or curses in her case. She'd be a national treasure, if she wasn't a well-known criminal who hoarded her knowledge and used it only for her own nefarious purposes.

This facility was one built for the purpose of experimenting on, torturing, researching, processing, and eventually selling women and girls that the witch would snatch. There wasn't really a limit as to where she could snatch them from. With the ability to shapeshift she could easily hide her true form, and appear as someone or something less suspicious to her target. With the uncommon magic to create portals to far off places, and walk through walls, she didn't have to worry about distance either. She could even infuse innocuous items with magic that would allow her to spy on multiple places at once, and move only when she knew it was safe to go after her target. All of these abilities the result of many years of experience and hard work, not from practicing magic, but from human experimentation.

Magic in this world was typically reserved to one or two per person. Everyone was born with their own talents, and people with certain qualities were able to perform unique and special miracles known as magic. While anyone could possess the ability to use magic, it was the mother that had the ability to pass it down, though even this was rare. For a long time Laera was fascinated by this property, and so she started kidnapping them. Her first mark had been some 50 years ago. It was a young girl in an out of the way village that lived with her single mother in a little, cabin located on the edge of the village. After setting up a small base of operations she'd been wandering for a while looking for a mark. She'd already decided it should be a child as they were a lot easier to subdue, as well as being easier to control, but finding out who this lucky child should be was a lot harder. Fortunately she had stumbled upon the perfect one, when she bumped into a small girl with short purple hair and large violet eyes, with cheeks that looked soft enough that if you tried feeling them, your fingers might sink in forever. Laera, of course was less interested in the girls looks, and more interested in her body.

Laera had bumped into the girl, literally, and it was enough to give her the eureka moment that sparked the start of a long and bountiful career of research and human traficking. It was strange after all. Laera might have been a bit aloof as she thought about this and that, but she was always observant of her surroundings. Even with this girl being the small fragile little whelp that she was it wasn't as if she was so small that the also pint-sized Laera would miss her walking right in front of her. Especially since she happened to be walking beside her mother, who was holding her hand at the time. That meant that this girl must have the ability to conceal her presence, even if only a little. It was perfect. This girl was an easy target and also an ideal one. Speaking to her apologetic mother afterward revealed that they were all alone. Just a small girl living with only a single dainty woman for protection rather than a burly defensive father like most of the other girls she'd come across. Not only that, but the reason Laera had so quickly reasoned that this girl was able to conceal her presence is because Laera herself had that exact same ability. That meant that if she was going to learn anything about the transfer of magic power, this girl would be the perfect test subject as someone easy to understad.

Once she'd decided on her target taking the girl away to her hidden work cave in a nearby wood was easy. Laera also happened to be blessed with one other ability that made kidnapping a child like this an incredibly simple matter. She could paralyze someone with a simple touch, though it depended on the size of the target, a child would be no problem for her whatsoever. So she took her, she poked and prodded her, and eventually she learned the secret. Power could be transferred not only from mother to child, but from any female to anyone else.
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Laera had quickly theorized that the transfer of power through the mother must have something uniquely female, and so she immediately began her research by probing the young girl's vagina. She took absolutely no care for the girl's cries or the anguished expression that distorted her pretty little face, as poked and prodded at her small cunt relentlessly. In order to prevent the girl from escaping, and make sure that her work was unobstructed her legs had been tied with rope, and spread apart to the limits of their flexibility if not further, and left that way for days. Laera might have been into researching the human body, but she was no doctor, she didn't know if this treatment might be dangerous for the girl's health, but she also didn't really care. While she'd prefer the girl remain healthy for her research purposes, now that she knew what she was looking for in a subject she knew that she could easily replace her if need be. This was simply the most efficient way to do her research. Fortunately, there was never a need to replace the girl as one day in the wee hours, after a long and sleepless night of prodding she felt a strange sensation in her fingers.

She knew instinctually that this was a good feeling. The people's magic, their abilities, were like a part of them. She could feel that her ability to conceal herself had become stronger, though only slightly. Without thinking she dove head first into the little girl's snatch, and felt the same pleasant sensation on her tongue as she lapped up the sweet fluids she was producing. As she swallowed the tasty love juice, the sensation spread through her entire body, not as strongly as it had with her fingers or tongue, but she could tell that the effect was real. She'd made a large breakthrough in uncovering the secrets of transferring power!

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Not long after, Laera decided she'd learned all she would from this subject, and so she released her into the arms of a slave trader that was happy to buy a young girl with such a pretty face. Children were incredibly easy to train, and easy to confine, being weaker and taking up less space than adults do. He was a little annoyed that the girls legs seemed to be damaged, but with the hope that they would recover after some time in a less stressful position he decided he'd take her at a discount. At the time Laera didn't really care much for the profit, and was already thinking about the next target.
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This time she went after the first defenseless girl she could find. Just like with the first, after a few hours prodding her nethers she felt that same sensation in her fingers, though she didn't gain any new abilities from it. She could feel that she had gained something, but it wasn't enough to manifest. So she went after another girl, and another, and another. Finally, after a few dozen she began to make progress again. She learned that by stressing the vagina intensely, such as during childbirth, or artificially through rough or consistent stimulation females produced a special fluid that allowed part of their powers to be shared with others. The stronger the girls own ability to manifest her powers, the more intense the stimulation, the more love fluids ingested or absorbed by the skin, the more fully these powers could be copied over. Unfortunately there seemed to be a limit to how much she could gain from one girl, and though some particularly talented girls would grant her a weakened version of their power after one round it usually required several girls with a similar power before she could manifest even the weakest of magics.

After years of this Laera had gotten it down to a science, and through the surprisingly lucrative slave trade she was able to buy materials that made the transfer of power more and more effecient. That's where this 20 year old facility comes in. It wasn't the first facility she'd set up, but it was the fanciest. 100 glass cages designed for holding up to research subjects each, all equipped with pump systems that vigorously and agressively pounded away at the girl's pussies and extracting the special fluid they secreted at their breaking point. They were all bound with armbinders that had a loop attached to a metal rod that ran between the top and bottom of the tank, and their legs secured to opposite sides of a metal bar that was hooked to a chain attached to a grate at the bottom of the pod. A studded collar was around each of their necks purely for aesthetic purposes. Each pod was also filled with a suspicious liquid that made the girls compliant, and increased their sensitivity. The liquid was created using simple water that was infused with some of Laera's magic spells, so she enjoyed coloring it differently based on what she felt best suited the girl inside. A face mask attached to a tube allowed the girls to breathe just fine, though all of them had haggard breath due to the non-stop abuse. Luckily Laera's vitality magic kept them all healthy so that their future buyers wouldn't chew her ears off. While Laera didn't discriminate in targetting women or girls, most of the captured females had been reduced to and or maintained at a young age as the smaller private area was easier to stress and even with all her power it was more convenient if the victims were kept weak. Most of the older women and girls remained that way at the request of their future owner.

Laera had built the facility herself as well as all of the equipment inside over the course of a couple years. Though she had to buy the land. Laera could easily just steal any money, materials, or anything else she wanted at this point, but capturing girls and selling them while concealing her true identity was her most precious pass-time, and one that she enjoyed greatly. She was even bold enough to put up advertisements in public spaces about her ability to kidnap any woman in the world for a price. When they were removed she'd just replace them. It's not like anyone knew who was doing it anyway. However, even with all the powers she'd taken it wasn't like she was invincible. If an army came after her, it might be difficult to kill her, but she could still be captured. Besides, she still had to sleep and for her own sake she limited the amount of love fluid she drank in a day, as even after all these years it was difficult for her to stomach too much at once, and the sensation of inheriting a lot of power at once could be overwhelming.

Sadly, the day had finally come that her facility was discovered. Everyone knew about her at this point, and they'd been hunting after her forever. She was so good at snatching women without a trace, that her true form was entirely unknown. One might have thought of her as multiple actors, or some mythical creature conjured by confused citizens to explain the disappearance of women and girls. Maybe her advertisements that appeared all over the world, could have been seen as a universal code amongst criminals and slavers, but that was impossible due to her signature product. The unaging slaves she sold were extremely difficult to refute. Through the rare cases that they were returned to their families, or the common cases where they were flaunted in public by bold owners, who were technically obeying the laws of their own country, these slaves and their testimonies made it was clear that the witch was real. Although none of them knew her true face, as she'd always kept her victims blindfolded after capture, they all described the same voice laughing at them, mocking them, taunting them, berating them, as she shipped them into slavery.

Unfortunately now was the time that it had caught up to her, or at least to this precious facility that she'd been maintaining for the last 20 years. An army really had come to end her, and this was a joint effort from multiple countries. While slavery was legal in most areas of the world, people didn't take kindly to free people being kidnapped and enslaved when it was happening to those within their own neighborhood or country. Furthermore, the witch had become infamous for her indescriminate kidnappings that a joint effort had been signed by multiple countries to end her mischief which included specifically criminalizing those slaves which had been sourced by the witch. In truth, Laera wasn't so active as to require this much attention. Despite the size of her facility she was still only one person, and she only kidnapped roughly 3 girls a month. Currently Laera only had about 40 girls locked up in her facility which she'd snatched over the course of a year and a half. There was no functional reason to keep most of the girls there, as she'd already copied all the skills she could get from them, and she wasn't in the business of training slaves before she sold them off. She was essentially just keeping them as furniture as she'd grown to adore watching them squirm inside their pods.

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Eventually they'd be sold off, or at least they would have been if not for the group of knights and soldiers ransacking the place, destroying the lovingly crafted pods, and freeing them one by one. It was an emotional moment for Laera watching her hard work get destroyed in front of her. Her mistake, and the reason the affiliated countries had finally made their move against her was incredibly easy to understand. Laera had lived for quite a long time at this point, and sometimes she wanted a bit of excitement, or to cause a bit of extra mischief to spice things up. When she'd heard that there was a united affiliation set out to end her business she thought it would be funny to grab a princess or two, a couple king's concubines, the daughter of a local lord, and most importantly the queen of the third largest country in the world. The treaty that had initially been signed only as a means to get a little more chummy with other nations was now a serious priority. There were lots of people with lots of different magic abilities, and some of them happened to have just the right set for finding the hidden facility. It only took one magic user with a high sensitivity to magic to sniff out some of her spy devices. Another was able to follow the flow of magic to where the devices where transmitting their findings, which eventually lead them all the way to the facility. It was a shame, but it wasn't anything that Laera hadn't planned for, and it's not like she wouldn't notice an army heading for her facility.
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"AHHHHH!!!!! EVEN THOSE ONES!? Geez. No one's even in there." Laera complained

"MMMMPPHHHH!"

"Those containers took me three weeks to build! EACH!" Laera emphasized as she vigorously moved her arms.

"HMMMPPPHHHHH!!!"

"Ah, sorry it's been a while since I did this myself, but I guess you're still feeling it huh?" Laera said still sounding a bit annoyed.

She was talking to a sweet little girl small enough for Laera to fit her into her lap. She had a an innocent, delicate looking face with small subtle diamond shaped markings on her cheeks. Her little pale pink lips quivered over her oversized ballgag. She was blindfolded, but her leaking eyes were open wide trying in vain to see what was going on as she heard the crashes, of glass, and urgent footsteps as well as many adult voices. Everyone was being saved? Everyone but her? The little girl's sky blue hair glowed brightly as she tried to catch their attention through use of her own innate power, but it didn't seem to be working.

"HHHHMMMMPPPHHHH!!!!"

"Or are you just trying to get their attention?" Laera legitimately wondered. "Well, you might as well give it up. I'm pretty confident in my ability to hide. I can't hide the whole facility from that guy, but if it's just you and me there's no way they're finding us even if he can sense magic." Laera said, while vigorously pumping two fingers through the girl's tiny hole.

"Course I guess you could get lucky." Laera chuckled. "Maybe one of them will trip over my foot and find us?"

"HMMMPHH! HMMMM!!!!!" Laera lightly nibbled on the little girls long pointy ear before speaking again.

"Course, my spell is so good they might not even notice if they tripped. Haha. Nah, that might be pushing it a bit." Laera laughed. "HEY! I FOUND THE WITCH! COME GET ME!" Laera screamed at the people running by, but no one responded.

"HMMMPH!? HMMMM!!!!" The little elf-like girl moaned as Laera paused fingering only to pinch her clit and nipple.

"Hahaha! You're never getting rescued kid. I've actually been working on a new facility." Laera revealed. "You wouldn't believe it, but it's all the way up on the moon!"

This world's moon actually contained life, but it was mostly just plants and a few smaller animals. No humans lived there.

"No one can track magic that far, and even if they could, I'm the only one that can actually get up there." She explained. "But I've barely started working, so you and me are going to have a lot of alone time until it's done." She promised.

"HmmmmmMMMMMMM!!!!!" The little one moaned then screeched as Laera suddenly resumed her vigorous finger session.

"It's what you get for being the cutest one here." Laera shrugged. "You should've taken lessens from that ugly bitch that brought all these violent jerks to my house!" Laera's tone suddenly became furious and her fingers sped up along with it.

"HMMMPPHHHHH!!!!!"

"AUUGHHHH! I was going to re-use these pods you bitch! Damn it! I want to sell her off to the weirdest creep I can find, but I'm not even sure if she'd sell with a face like that." Laera complained, tears beginning to form as she watched her lifes work crumble in front of her thanks to the "tracker bitch" leading the army there.

"MMM!!!"

"And there's no way I'm keeping that mug around for longer than I need to." Laera shuddered at the thought.

"MMMPPHHH"

"Ahhh, but killing her would be too easy on her... Hrmmm... Maybe she'll be cuter as a brat... I wonder if she has a daughter."

"HMMMPPPHHH!!! HMMPPPHHHH! MMMMPHHHH! MMMPPHH! HMMMM!!!!!" The up-til-now well behaved girl started to throw a little tantrum in Laera's lap as she was desperate for one of the hundreds of people around them to look at her.

"Ah well, I'll just figure it out later." Laera sighed. "I'm tired of watching this already. Let's just go somewhere we can be alone."

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"You really are useless you know that?" Said a woman in a tight fitting black catsuit. Her face was fully concealed behind a black mask similar to a motorcycle helmet.

"Haah... Haah... I know, already." A girl of a similar build responded weakly.

She was 15 years old, with flowing red hair, and hazel colored eyes with long eyelashes. Her feet were shackled and loosely chained together. A bolt in the floor was hammered through the chain to prevent the girl from lifting or moving her legs very far. The girls arms and neck were shackled into three cuffs that were secured to a panel on the wall, preventing her from lowering her hands and covering her nude body. On her lower waist she wore a harness specifically designed to keep a vibrating dildo and anal wand secured inside of her. Her wrists and ankles were bruised from hours of struggling and squirming, and the thin red marks on her skin suggested she'd recently been flogged. Her naked skin glimmered with sweat, but the soaked concrete beneath her couldn't be explained by sweat alone.

"You're really boring you know that?" You could hear the masked woman pouting through her words. "Why don't you scream for me like you used to?"

"I've been screaming for you all day!" Her tone was exclamatory, but the sound she emitted didn't back up her tone. "I lost my voice already."

"What do you mean all day? I've only been gone for a couple of hours idiot."

"A-A couple? But you said I have to wear this for 5 hours?" The little red head said, in panick.

"Yeah, so you still have 3 hours left." The masked girl said as if stating the obvious.

"B-but, I I-I really need to go to the t-toilet... Please?"

"You already went on the floor. Don't think I can't tell." The other girl winced as her accident was highlighted.

"N-not that. T-The other one! I-I won't try to run away, or anything. Y-you can even watch me if you-"

"Ew. Why would I want to watch you shit?"

"I-I don't know what you want! Why are you keeping me here? Why do you keep hurting me? I just wanted to help people." The red head girl tried her best, but she was really struggling to get her words out.

"It's just funny." The masked girl responded. "You were acting so tough when you were in this suit, but you were so easy for me to kidnap and you're so much fun to bully."

"That! That!" The red head whined desperately. "I don't get it! Why are you so cruel to me, even though you're still saving people and pretending to be me?"

"I already told you it's funny didn't I? Everyone thinks their hero is out there saving the day like always, but you're really just pissing yourself in my basement." She laughed. "But you were so incompetent using this suit that I have to tone it down to keep the secret."

The red head girl just bit her lip in response, unable to argue.

"Anyway, I just came here to check on you before I head back out. I figured if you'd pissed yourself already you could use some nourishment, so it's lunch time. " She said, clapping her gloved hands together. "You look like you're okay for now, so just give me a couple minutes to whip something up."

"N-No." The red head said, as the masked woman began to turn around causing her to stop in her tracks.

"What, you think I'm gonna poison you or something?"

"N-no. I-I get it now." The red head said steeling her resolve. "You don't want me to die do you?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I don't." The masked girl was legitimately confused, and even sounded a bit concerned.

"T-then treat me nicer."

"What?"

"Treat me nicer, or I-I won't eat anymore. I won't drink anything. I'll starve myself until yo-" She paused as she saw her captor walking towards her.

"I-I don't mean you need to let me go, or... Um... You can even keep me chained down here... I-I... Only a little...nicer... please?" The red head girl was rapidly losing resolve the closer she got, until finally the masked woman bent down and used her left hand to grab her by the cheeks.

"So you're talking back to me?" She said, with venom in her voice.

"I-I'm showwy, I di'nt mean it." She cried.

"Good." She said, releasing the girl's cheeks and rubbing her affectionately on the head. "Now what's gotten into you? You didn't even talk back to me like this on the first day."

"I-I know. Y-yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She sobbed. "I do whatever you say, but you just keep hurting me. I just want you to be nicer already."

"Well, I only bully you because your crying face is so cute. Quit being so cute, and I'll be nicer to you okay?" She said, patting her on the head.

"B-but I ca-... Okay... I'll try."

"Wow..." The masked lady was stunned at how shockingly poor her attempt was. "Anways, I'm going to make you lunch, so you better eat it all okay?"

"Y-yes...Eep." She said, as the masked woman reached between her legs, increasing the settings on the vibrator. A punishment for being too cute behind the mask.

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Prisoner Identification Number: 5901

Age: 14

Sex: Female

Height: 156cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

Skin Color: White
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Crime: Destruction of Property, Trespassing
Description: 5901 admitted to trying to take a shortcut through the victims property, and inadvertently crushing several flowers.

Sentence: Life

Punishment: The victim described the flowers as having an irreplaceable sentimental value to her. As the judge deemed it impossible to objectively determine a sentence that matches the weight of the crime and the value of the destroyed property, the victim was given the opportunity to determine the penalty. The suggested sentence was as follows: "Tie her to a tree, and whip her til she can't stand, then stuff her in a crate and ship her ass over seas!"

Therefore 5901 shall be tied to a tree and whipped until she can't stand. She is then to be sold over seas as a slave. As it will be difficult to determine her ability to stand while she is secured to a tree, she must be whipped thoroughly to the point that any reasonable estimation would suggest she is no longer able to stand. All proceeds from her sale will be granted to the victim.

Prisoner Identification Number: 5902

Age: 12

Sex: Female

Height: 138cm

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: White
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Crime: Attempt to run away from home.
Description: 5902 was caught by her parents attempting to sneak out of the house passed curfew.

Sentence: 5.5 years.

Punishment: As the defendants parents are lawfully responsible for her well-being until age 18 they could potentially be charged with a crime were any harm to occur to her while she was away from home. As anyone found guilty of neglect could be forced to undergo punishments similar to those of the neglected child, these simulated punishments will be administered to 5902. Potential dangers for a run away twelve year old include:(among others)
-Kidnapping
-Sexual Assault
-Forced Prostitution
-Physical Abuse
-Malnutrition
-Gang indoctrination
Three potential dangers will be selected at random from a list of 15, with the potential for her sentence to be increased indefinitely should one of 8 potential life altering dangers be selected.

Prisoner Identification Number: 5903

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Height: 150

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Brown
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Crime: Theft
Description: 5903 has been convicted for the attempted theft of an art piece worth an estimated $300,000 dollars. 5903 had a dispute with the owner of the art piece in which she argued that she had been underpaid for its creation, when considering the eventual value it would accrue. She eventually attempted to steal the artwork by suing its owner. When a court of law determined that she had no legal right to the artwork she was arrested for attempted theft for not only the value of the art work, but for all legal fees accrued by the victim.

Sentence: 53.2 years

Punishment: As 5903 has attempted to steal an object with a well-documented value she shall be charged with providing unpaid labor for her victim until she has successfully payed off the estimated value of the potentially stolen article, and legal fees.(accounting for inflation) The estimated yearly income is determined by the victims stated willingness to pay. 5903 will be required to perform any task their victim requests. Refusal of any given duty will result in additional punishments to be determined by the victim.

Prisoner Identification Number: 5904

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Height: 165cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Brown
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Crime: Smoking in a public area
Description: 5904 was caught smoking in a non-smoking area.

Sentence: 30 years.

Punishment: As smoking has been suggested to reduce one's lifespan by an estimated 10 years, 5904 has been given a ten year sentence for every individual who could have potentially suffered from second hand smoke. She will be kept detained inside of a latex body suit, and denied all stimulations from sight, smell, and hearing to simulate death while allowing her to fully experience her punishment.

Prisoner Identification Number: 5905-5910

Age: ???

Sex: Female

Height: 105cm

Hair Color: Purple

Eye Color: Red

Skin Color: Gray
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Crime: Reckless endangerment, Lack of Identification, Illegal Immigration
Description: 5905-5910 attempted to use untested experimental technology with the potential to cause harm. 5905 was found inside a large and suspicious object that caught the eye of law enfocement. When questioned she refused to comply with law enforcement, and failed to produce identification instead fiddling with a potentially dangerous device on her wrist. Before Law enforcement was able to prevent her reckless behavior she produced 5 clones of herself, and proceeded to converse with them in an unintelligible language. After showing clear unwillingness to cooperate 5905-5910's belongings were confiscated and they were apprehended. In spite of their human like appearance several experts later determined 5905-5910 to be a non-human entity with indeterminate origins. Since 5905-5910's origins are unknown and they lack proper documentation, they have also been charged with illegal immigration. As their dna and appearance is the same they have been permanently marked with numbers for identification purposes, but will otherwise be processed as the same person.

Sentence: ????

Punishment: The potential for harm caused by 5905-5910's actions is difficult to determine, as such the proper punishment is also difficult to determine. Furthermore, as a non-human entity it is necessary to determine whether they should be processed as proper criminals or potentially dangerous animals. While research continues, they have notably proven to be incapable of retaliation even when subjected to intense physical and emotional distress. If they continue to exhibit this harmless behavior, the tentative solution is to classify them as pets and sell them individually.

Prisoner Identification Number: 5911

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Height: 162cm

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Brown
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Crime: Kidnapping

Description: 5911 was found guilty in kidnapping and forced labor of a ten year old girl. When law enforcement raided 5911's home the victim was dressed in a revealing maid outfit consisting of a white head band, waist apron, stockings, and gloves. The girl's buttocks was red with a pattern consistent with 5911's hand print implying that this was the method used to induce the girl's labor.

Sentence: 1 Month

Punishment: As 5911 was found guilty of the one month unlawful detainment of a minor she will be held for a duration of one month. During her incarceration she will wear a maid outfit matching that of the victim, and will be forced to cater to our guards until the end of her sentence. Any failure to comply will be punished via spanking.

Prisoner Identification Number 5912:

Age: 10

Sex: Female

Height: 125cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: White
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Crime: False Accusation

Description: 5912 Accused a 25 year old woman and her friends of over 27 different crimes, but was only able to definitively prove two of these crimes, which the victim corroborates. Upon being rescued from a month long detainment 5912 sat down with law enforcement and described the month in detail. During this exchange with law enforcement multiple false accusations were attributed to the victim. The worst of these falsely attributed crimes was the stated intent to keep 5912 detained "forever". When cross examined, the victim first denied telling 5912 of her intentions to do this, but later admitted to making a similar statement in jest, stating. "Kids are so fucking stupid. Like, there's no way I could actually hide her for that long. I was just trying to scare her a little. Seriously." As the victim was discovered within a single month of unlawful activity, her statement was deemed reasonable by the judge. With the victim being found innocent of most counts, these crimes have been attributed to false accusations, therefore 5912 shall perform the full potential sentence for these crimes.

Sentence: Life

Punishment: As 5912 has been found guilty of false accusation the potential sentence of these crimes has been transferred to 5912. The most heinous of these crimes was accusing the victim of an intention to keep 5912 detained "forever". If found guilty, the victim would have been sentenced to life imprisonment under the same conditions she was accused of providing to 5912. These conditions include:(Among others)
-Daily Sexual Abuse
-Daily Spankings (even should the victim comply with orders. This was not found to be consistent to our cross examination of the victim who would only perform spankings when 5912 "Didn't know her place.")
-Daily Verbal Abuse
-Forced Labor (Forever)
-Unwanted Exposure to Explicit Materials(In which 5912 was allegedly instructed to "study" pornographic materials)
-Public Humiliation(The victim was allegedly forced to dance naked in front of the victim's friends, but none of these friends corroborated this story.)
-Torture(To include electrical shock, prolonged restraint in stressful positions, and tickling.)
As such, these punishments will be administered to 5912 over the course of a month, until the end of her victims sentence, in which the responsibility for her detention shall be transferred to her victim to provide punishment as the victim sees fit.

Prisoner Identification Number 5913:

Age: 11

Sex: Female

Height: 132cm

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Color: White
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Crime: Accessory to a crime
Description: 5912 made false accusations that implicated innocent men and women of complicity in a crime. As 5913 has been identified as a friend of 5912 she will serve out a sentence in place of one of these potential victims.

Sentence: Life

Punishment: 5913 shall be given the same punishment as 5912. Upon transfer to the victim of 5912, the victim will be at liberty to transfer ownership to whosoever she deems fit.

Prisoner Identification Number 5914:

Age: 10

Sex: Female

Height: 127cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

Skin Color: Brown
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Crime: Accessory to a crime
Description: 5912 made false accusations that implicated innocent men and women of complicity in a crime. As 5914 has been identified as a friend of 5912 she will serve out a sentence in place of one of these potential victims.

Sentence: Life

Punishment: 5914 shall be given the same punishment as 5912. Upon transfer to the victim of 5912, the victim will be at liberty to transfer ownership to whosoever she deems fit.

Prisoner Identification Number 5915

Age: 10

Sex: Female

Height: 128cm

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Color: White
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Crime: Accessory to a crime
Description: 5912 made false accusations that implicated innocent men and women of complicity in a crime. As 5915 has been identified as a friend of 5912 she will serve out a sentence in place of one of these potential victims.

Sentence: Life

Punishment: 5915 shall be given the same punishment as 5912. Upon transfer to the victim of 5912, the victim will be at liberty to transfer ownership to whosoever she deems fit.

Prisoner Identification Number: 5916

Age: 8

Sex: Female

Height: 119cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

Skin Color: White
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Crime: Accessory to a crime
Description: As law enforcement was unable to identify any other friends of 5912 her sister was selected to serve out a sentence in place of one of 5912's potential victims.

Sentence: Life

Punishment: 5916 shall be given the same punishment as 5912. Upon transfer to the victim of 5912, the victim will be at liberty to transfer ownership to whosoever she deems fit.

Prisoner Identification Number: 5805

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Height: 170cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: White
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Crime: Neglect, False Accusation, Public Disorder, Harassment, Libel, Slander
Description: 5805 was initially incarcerated indefinitely on charges of neglect when she reported her daughter missing to law enforcement. After a month of detention her daughter was located, and she was released, having served a detention sentence equal to that of her daughter. However, shortly after release 5805 falsely corroborated accusations made against a woman who had already been exonerated of these crimes in a court of law. These false claims were not only submitted to law enforcement, but also spoken publicly, and posted online to be seen by thousands of viewers.

Sentence: Life

Punishment: As 5805 made false accusations with the potential to carry a life sentence she has been given a life sentence behind bars, and will be punished in accordance to the false accusations she made against the victim. In addition, since her statements were made public to include the victims name, causing great potential distress and harm, her punishments will be publically broadcast in a similar manner. In addition, similarly to 5805's own false statements, false statements of how 5805 abused her daughters will be publically released as fact. As these statements would have the potential to harm anyone convicted of them she shall be treated as if she was found guilty of these crimes, and punished accordingly with the same level of abuse she would have given to her daughters.
These punishments to include:(among others)
-Hour long spanking sessions
-Forced Prostitution
-Forced Labor
-Sexual Abuse
-Prolonged Restraint
-Being forced to sleep in a dog house, and eat out of a pet bowl.
-Being deprived of food for prolonged periods
-Being forced to eat terrible cooking
In contrast to similar cases the victim has expressed a lack of desire to oversee 5805's punishment. Therefore, her punishment will continue to be conducted by official authorities.

Chapter Text

*Whap!

"Ow!" Yelped a short teenager with bobbed black hair, and long bangs hanging over her left eye.

"Sleeping on the job again, Miss Rei?" A tall lady with large breasts, and long brown hair loomed over a short dark haired teenager with a smile. They were both wearing standard french maid outfits with a white apron, and long skirts that went down to their ankles.

"Ah, whoops. I was just taking a little break, and I must have dozed off again." Rei said, nervously scratching her head. "By the way, is my shift over yet?"

"It's not. In fact, some of the customers have been waiting for you."

"For me!? How can they even remember me? I hardly ever leave this room." Rei complained.

"...I wonder..." The lady said, her happy facade almost crumbling. "The customer has an order on table 6 so why don't you take it to him?"

"Aw, do I really have to?"

"Yes." The lady said simply.

"Fine, I'll do it."

"Wait."

"Yay!" Rei said, in hopes she would soon be provided with an excuse to skip work.

"Wipe off your drool first."

"Ah!? Whoops" Rei said, wiping her face with her sleeve before starting off for actual work as the lady just stood there quietly smiling.

"Phew, I can't believe how many customers actually remember me." Rei said, rubbing her forehead to let everyone know how hard she'd worked today. "Why do I have to be so popular? It just makes more work for me."

"It's because you're so cute." The tall maid said with a wide smile.

"Hey, boss? I've been thinking." Rei said, plopping down in a chair.

"Oh? Whatever about?"

"I'm not that good at handling customers, but I'm really good at playing in the break room!"

"Oh?"

"So wouldn't it be great if that was my job?" Rei said expectantly.

"Ah, that sounds wonderful. I was thinking of something like that myself." The boss said, clapping her hands together.

"Hahaha. I was just joking. Everyone'd be mad at me if I was the only one playing around. I'll work harder st-"

"Oh, but I already talked it over with the others." The maid said, with a smile that Rei actually found a little unsettling.

"H-huh?"

"Since you enjoy the break room so much I'll have you do a special job starting tomorrow." The maid continued, giving no indication that she was joking.

"O-oh. Cool!" Rei said, snapping out of her unease. "Is it hard?"

"I'll tell you about it tomorrow, but don't worry. It'll be very easy for you."

"Nice. Oh, but what about the customers?"

"What about them?" The tall lady said plainly, at once dropping her facade and sounding very annoyed. "You're gonna be doing easy work for me and the other girls from now on, so why are you complaining?"

"I-I'm not complaining or anything. S-sorry. See you tomorrow!" Even with all her slacking it was very rare that the boss actually got mad at her, and Rei didn't want to be around this for any longer than she needed to be.

*Tomorrow.

"Um, miss? Where's my uniform?" Rei said raising her voice a bit so that the boss could hear her in the other room. staring into her locker, and seeing only her apron and a pair of bunny ears.

"That is your uniform. Put it on." The boss responded in her normal tone. It was early in the day, and she hadn't changed into maid mode herself yet.

"I know, but where's the rest of it?" Rei asked, puzzled.

"Did you forget? You're starting a new job today, so just that is fine."

"Okay..." Rei said to herself, a little confused, and a little upset. She liked the maid outfit. Nevertheless she complied, taking off the casual cardigan she was wearing, and putting on the apron over her sleeveless white shirt and tight fitting blue jeans.

"How do I look boss?" Rei asked, stepping into the boss's office making a cute pose, with her bunny ears and apron. The boss did think she looked cute as she came in, but
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"...What is this?" The boss took a moment to recover from the surprise cuteness before responding with an annoyed tone."I told you that just that was fine didn't I?"

"Was I not supposed to wear the bunny ears?" Rei asked genuinely confused.

The boss blushed. "You have to wear the bunny ears. Take everything else off..." She said, walking around her desk to stand over the small teenager. "If you really want, you can keep your panties on." She said, starting to smile.

"What?" Rei was confused for a second, but then she caught on. "Oh, haha! So you really were joking yesterday. I didn't know yo-"

*Slap!*

The force of the sudden slap across the face was enough to make Rei lose her balance completely, falling over on her side, and resting on her elbow.

"O-ow." Rei winced, rubbing her cheek with her free hand.

Kneeling the boss moved her face uncomfortably close to Rei's before speaking. "I said strip. Show me the cute face you use to attract all those customers."

"W-what? Um, boss you're um... Really scaring me..." Rei said, cowering and turning her face away.

"I said-" The boss started, winding up for another slap before she was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

"Whoo! Is little Rei here yet?" A very cheery female voice called out from the hallway.

"Ah, Ami!" The boss called out. "Get in here and help, she's being difficult!"

"Wha-"

"Kyaa!!" A woman a little taller than Rei, with breasts a little smaller than the boss's rushed in and squee'd at the sight of a teary eyed Rei holding her cheek. Her pink hair was arranged into two short pigtails. "You look so cute in those." She said, hugging Rei's head into her chest, and rubbing against her.

"She's supposed to be naked." The boss reminded her. "Keep holding her like that so I can get her pants off."

"Roger." Ami said cheerfully.

"H-Hey you guys?" Rei spoke into Ami's chest, her voice muffled and ignored by the two older women as the boss reached around her waist and unbuttoned her jeans.

"H-Hey!" Rei repeated, as her pants were swiftly pulled down, the boss lifting her legs off the ground as she pulled, causing her to head to be buried further into Ami's chest.

Pulling off the girl's shoes and letting them fall to the ground, she grabbed the bottom of the girl's pant legs and pulled them the rest of the way down, leaving Rei in only her underwear.

"Oh my god." The boss said, surprised by the cute flower print panties Rei was wearing underneath her somewhat mature casual clothes.

"Kyaaa!" Ami squealed, grabbing a hand full of Rei's ass as she pulled her in closer to herself.

"I get it, but are you going to do that every time?" The boss retorted.

"I can't help it." Ami responded, still glomping and groping the smaller girl with all her might. "Those panties are just too precious."

"G-guys, this is going really far for a prank. I-I'm seriously gonna cry you know?" Rei said, already tearing up.

"Go ahead and cry then." The boss said simply.

"Aww, don't be like that Karin"

"You're the one always talking about how much you want to make her cry aren't you?"

"Shhhh. I want her to think I'm the nice one." Ami said, squeezing Rei hard enough to reduce her oxygen supply, and whispering as if she couldn't hear her.

"Whatever." Karin said, grabbing some scissors from her desk, and bringing them to the hem of Rei's shirt.

*Snip Snip*

"H-hey you can't do th- H-how am I supposed to walk home?" Rei asked, just barely managing to free her head enough to speak.

"You're not." The other two said at once.

"You're going to be our pet forever. Doesn't that sound fun?" Ami said, tugging lightly on Rei's hair so that she'd look up at her.

"Huh?"

"We said you're never leaving that break room again."

"Yep. As our break room pet, you won't have to work anymore. Just sit there looking cute!" Ami said, giving the girl a thumbs up she wasn't able to see.

"I-I get it. I won't fall asleep in the break room anymore. Q-quit messing around."

"Don't worry, even if you fall asleep we'll wake you up." Ami said, to reassure her.

"No one cares if you sleep anyway." Karin added

*Snip*

"A training bra? Seriously?" Karin said, snipping through said bra.

"Wait, seriously? How cute can she be?"

"Aren't you like 14?"

"Hey! You guys are going way too far! I told you I'll work hard from now on! Stop it!" Rei said, finally losing her temper.

"Nope." Ami said, poking her in the cheek.

"You just don't get it do you?" Karin said, standing up from destroying Rei's clothes.

*SLAP! Karin gave the girl a loud tap on the rear.

"Kyaa!" Rei squealed.

"I already told you. No one cares if you sleep on the job."

"Yeah, this is about you cheating on us."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Well, we all agreed to hire you because you were cute." Ami explained

"But the customers keep asking about you."

"Well, they also think she's cute." Ami explained

"Why are you so popular?"

"I-I don't know either. I just act like normal when I-."

"You. Little. Whorrrrreeee!!!!" Ami shouted, shoving the half naked girl to the ground.

"You tell her Ami" Karin said with a light smile.

"Your normal act belongs to us! Quit sharing your charisma with randoms!"

*kachunk*

"What are you guys talking about? I'm just doing my job."

"YOUR JOB IS TO SIT IN THE BREAK ROOM AND LOOK PRETTY! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU?" Ami explained

"I thought you were joking?"

"Well, I expected you to work, but I didn't expect you to get so popular when you slack off all the time. I would have locked you in here earlier, if I knew." Karin stated, grabbing Rei's hands and clicking some handcuffs on her wrists.

"W-what? What!?"

Karin grabbed the back of Rei's panties, and gave her a wedgie causing her to awkwardly stand back up.

*Slap!

Karin hit her butt to lead her back into the break room.

*Slap!

Ami slapped her butt just for fun.

"Y-you guys better stop! T-this is i-illegal you know? Y-Y-You'll get arrested you know?"

"Nope." Ami replied, and slapped her on the butt again.

"She left work on time. We all saw her."

"I sure hope you find her."

"W-w-w-w-what?"

"That's what we're gonna tell the cops."

"This business is just a front for the mob. They're not going to look into it that deep since they're on the payroll." Karin explained.

"W-wait. Wait!" Rei said, as she was lined up next to her own locker.

"Nope." Ami said, shoving her inside.

"Put this in your mouth." Karin instructed, holding Rei's balled up training bra in her hand.

"N-no! I still don't get it! Wh-" Rei started to complain, but Karin just used the opportunity to start stuffing her mouth as Ami began strapping a pink collar around her neck.

"You better not spit it out." Karin warned

"Keep it in all day, or we'll beat you up!" Ami added.

"Mmmpphhh?" Rei asked.

"We need to start getting ready before the store opens." Karin said, holding her hands over Rei's mouth. "You're going to sit here quietly chewing on that bra until we come for you. If you spit it out you're going to regret it." Karin warned as she released the girl's mouth.

"See you at break time."

Chapter Text

"Ehehehehe"

Miyako began to chuckle involuntarily as she pictured Hana in the same predicament as the girl she on her screen. She'd been looking for some new cosplay ideas, when she accidentally stumbled upon some Fate lolis in skimpy cat costumes. One thing lead to another, and she waas suddenly exposed to more and more bondage art. Now her mind was going wild imagining how a little bondage would increase Hana's cuteness even more, but...

"Oh, but she'll never go for that." Miyako said, coming back to reality.

"Wait! Hehehehehe." Miyako chuckled remembering the "Do anything ticket" she'd recieved for her birthday. She could exchange it for one favor, and she'd been saving it for the perfect occasion. "Hehehehehehe."

"No." Hana answered quickly.

"But I haven't even asked you for anything yet." Miyako pleaded

"You're making a funny look again, so no." Hana repeated, and began munching on one of the cupcakes Miyako had used to draw her over.

"I gave you sweets, so please at least hear me out!" Miyako begged.

".....Fine. Since you gave me sweets." Hana begrudgingly responded.

"Ah, then I want you to wear this new cosplay!" Miyako said, producing a hanger containing a replica of Illya's black cat outfit.

"What?" Hana said, cringing a bit at the sight of it. "Onee-san... This is too much even for you."

"I'm sorry, I saw it and I knew it would look SuuPer cute on you. Just try it on, I'll give you more sweets."

"No."

"But I've been working on an amazingly tasty recipe for a new type of sweets. You have to try it!"

"What?" Hana said, her ears perking up. "No."

"Suuuper tasty."

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Hana blushed in the revealing cat clothes, while contentedly munching on the special treats she'd been promised.

*Click click click Click Snap*

"Hey! Don't take so many pictures."

"But Hana-chan's so cute!" Miyako said, still clicking away with her smart phone.

"Onee-san..."

"Eh?" Miyako said, coming back to reality to see an angry Hana.

"Don't take so many pictures... Or rather, delete the ones you took."

"Ah, right." Miyako said, almost giving in immediately. "Oh, wait!" Miyako said, putting her smartphone away, and heading to the closet.

"Onee-san. Are you listening?"

"I forgot. I need to tie you up with these." Miyako said, producing some rope in her left hand. "Oh, and wear this." and holding a blindfold and ballgag in the other.

"Onee-san." Hana said, glaring.

"J-just this one little favor, then I'll give you even more sweets."

"Onee-san!" Hana said, this time just getting angrier at the suggestion.

"Please, Hana-chan! I'll give you lots and looots of sweets!" Miyako promised

"............................." Hana simply glared.

"A-alright, I get it."

"Good. I'm changing out of this, so-" Hana paused when she saw something she really wished she could forget, as Miyako nervously held out the "Do anything ticket" in front of her.

*Click click click click click*

A very angry little kitty couldn't believe she had agreed to this, even with the ticket. She was tied up with her knees bent, and her hands tied to her ankles. Her face was as red as the whiffle ballgag she was wearing, as she drooled all over herself and Miyako's bed, listening to the constant shutter sound capture her embarrassing pose and outfit.

"You're so cute Hana-chan!" Miyako drooled "Hehehehehe. Hana-chan Hana-chan."

"Grrrr" Hana growled behind the gag, preparing to finally report Miyako to the cops as soon as she was untied.

"Hana-chan! Hana-chan! Hana-cha-"

*Clack!*

"What are you guys doing in here without us Mya-nee?" Hinata said, managing to sniff out the scent of her sister engaging in something interesting.

Miyako turned around slowly, sweating bullets.

"Mya-san... You finally crossed the line..." Noa said, with disappointment evident in her tone.

"N-No! No! It's not what you think!" Miyako tried desperately to dissuade the situation. "We were just doing the usual cospl-"

"That looks fun!" Hinata said, looking at the bound up Hana and getting a much different impression. "Why are you leaving us out? Myanee~" Hinata whined.

"Ummm... Hinata-chan. I think you might be misunderstanding." Noa tried to explain.

"Let's join in, Noa!" Hinata said, not waiting for her to explain further.

"Eh? You want to wear something like tha-" Noa started then paused as she imaginged Hinata in the same situation "Ah, that sounds like a great idea. I know I'd look super cute in that after all!" Noa beamed "And Hinata-chan..." She whispered to herself.

"Yay! Mya-nee, let us join!"

"Ehhh!?" Miyako responded, already preparing herself for her prison sentence.

"Wait a second Hinata-chan." Noa said, before whispering something in Miyako's ear.

"Eh? Ah, sure."

"MMMMPPHHH!" Hinata grunted into her ballgag.

"Mmmmphhhh~" Noa moaned into her ballgag.

Hinata was dressed up in a replica of Chloe's cat outfit, while Noa was dressed up in Miyu's as they grinded against each other. Noa had made the stipulation that Miyako tie her up with Hinata before she agreed to take part, and was greatly enjoying the feel of it. Hinata wasn't having quite as much fun as she thought, but only because she couldn't interact with her sister well while tied up. But of course that isn't to say she wasn't enjoying it at all. The only one who wasn't enjoying it was Hana-who had been tied up the longest, and never wanted to agree to this in the first place.

*Click click click click*

"HANA-CHAN!" Miyako squealed, ready to burst.

"HRrmmpph" Hana complained behind her gag.

"She looks so vulnerable like that. So cute..." Miyako thought to herself. "She's really like a cat. I just want to pet her, and... Ah!" Miyako caught herself. "Oh, but if I try to pet her she'll just slap me like always... Ah!" Miyako caught herself. "But she can't slap me right now."

"Hehehehehe" Miyako chuckled, ready to strike. "WAIT MIYAKO! YOU CAN'T GO ANY FURTHER THAN THIS!" Miyako caught herself one more time, but her hands were already on the little girl's chest.

"Ehehehehehehe."

"HMMMMPHHH!?" Hana squealed.

"Hmmpphhh!"

"Mmmmphhh~"

Hinata and Noa moaned, lost in their own little world, paying no attention to Hana and Miyako.

"Hehehehehe. Hana-chan's all mine. Hehehehe." Miyako said, continuing to grope her, even going so far as to reach underneath the skimpy fabric and tweak her nipples.

"HMMMPHHHH!" Hana raged beneath her gag.

"Hehehehehehehehehe." Miyako chuckled, groping more and more places.

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*Slap!

After several hours Miyako had finally awoken from her trance, and released the three girls. She'd apologized, but it was no use.

"Onee-san. You understand what's going to happen right?" Hana warned.

"Yes." Miyako softly cried.

"Mya-san..." Noa said, in consolation.

"Mya-nee?" Hinata said, still not quite grasping the situation.

"Hmph!" Hana said, pulling out her phone ready to call the police for real this time.

"Wait right there!" Suddenly Matsumoto appeared in the window out of nowhere!

"Eh!?" The three girls except for Hinata responded in shock as Matsumoto let herself into the room. She was dressed in all black wearing a knit cap and carrying a duffel bag.

"Matsumoto!" Hinata yelled.

"I saw everything! Don't worry. I'll take care of this Miyako-san!" Matsumoto announced, unzipping her duffel bag.

"Everything? What do you mean by-"

"There's more and more people to report..." Hana said, freaking out.

"I'll take that." Matsumoto said, snatching Hana's smart phone away.

"What? Give that ba- Mmmmphhh!?" Hana tried to complain, but Matsumoto quickly stuffed a knotted rag into her mouth and tied it around her head.

"W-wait a second. What are you doing to Hana-chan?" Miyako said a bit alarmed.

"Don't worry, I'll let her go once I've trained her to love you properly." Matsumoto explained while cuffing the girl's hands behind her back.

"MMMPH!?"

"Eh." A confused Miyako and Noa said in tandem as Hana was stuffed inside the duffel bag.

"Cool!" Hinata said, only understanding the part about loving Miyako.

*Zip

Finishing packing up the struggling angry kitty, Matsumoto gave the bag a few pats before swinging it over her shoulder.

"But you'll owe me a favor." Matsumoto blushed and winked, before jumping out of the window.

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"Young Gerudo Chieftain. Come to us..." A mysterious deep female voice called out

"What? Another voice?" Riju murmured

"I await you deep in the desert. Come alone."

"Alone?" Riju sounded a little uneasy.

"We call for you alone. Tell no one of this."

"No one?"

"You will tell no one. You will come alone. Your ancestors await you." The voice sounded somehow angry.

*Gasp*

Riju awoke from her trance, still sitting in her booster seat throne like she always did. What was that dream? It seemed so real, and somehow off-putting. She felt like she needed to obey this voice, but she also had a deep feeling that she didn't want to. It was a strange dream, but it's not like the voice had told her exactly where to go or anything. Besides, it might be a similar trick to the false Zelda that had been running around Hyrule recently. At the least she should probably go against the voice and tell someone about it. But that could wait. Resting her head on her fist, she prepared for another long night of sitting on her booster seat throne.

"GO!" A ghostly Gerudo woman appeared in front of her, pointing off toward the desert behind Riju's throne.

It wasn't like the ancient Gerudo she'd seen in the lightning temple. This mask was more akin to the thunder helm.

"M-My lady." Riju said, quickly understanding the ghostly figure to be one of her ancestors and bowing on one knee.

"GO!" The ghost repeated.

"Yes! I'll leave right away." Riju said. "Patricia!" Riju called out to her sand seal, but the ghostly figure raised its hand.

"Walk. This is part of your trial."

"Walk?"

"Go now. Don't let a single soul know of this."

"My lady, as chieftain I can't simply leave witho-"

"YOU SHALL OBEY!" The Gerudo woman boomed.

"Of course... My lady." Riju responded, sweating bullets. She could feel instinctually that this person was the real deal, and hearing her ancestor so angry with her was racking her with guilt.

"GO!" At this last commandment, Riju finally scrambled to her feet, and snuck off alone into the desert.

*Pant Pant*

Riju shuffled along. Even for a Gerudo this long walk in heels wasn't easy on her, not to mention the cold temperatures of the desert at night. Her body was also aching for food, water, and because that dream had awoken her, sleep. Usually she'd ride Patricia if she was going to be travelling through the desert, but she'd been walking for what felt like a few hours. Every little while a new ghostly Gerudo, would point her in a new direction, or maybe the same direction, it was hard to tell in the desert, especially with the sandstorm that beat against her exposed skin.

Then finally, she came across something new. In the middle of the desert, the sand blew away as she approached, revealing a stone tablet, which itself opened to reveal stairs leading downwards. Riju sighed, as she finally sensed a place to rest, though the way the stairs lead down into darkness made her a bit uneasy.

*Clack clack clack*

Riju's heels clacked against the stone as she slowly made her way down the stairs, feeling along the wall to avoid tripping. It really was pitch black down here, and the ghosts weren't appearing to guide her with anymore either. Eventually, her hand lost the wall, as she stumbled forward a bit expecting an incline where there was none. She must have reached the bottom at last.

*Swoosh*

With an eerie wind, seven masked Gerudo ghosts appeared to illuminate the room.

"You have fought bravely on behalf of our people young chieftain." They spoke. Riju was honored to hear their words of praise, "However. You have infringed upon the chastity of our people."

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"Huh?"

Suddenly golden shackles grabbed at her wrists and ankles, quickly snatching them away from the rest of her body, and spreading her out spreadeagle in the air. In the room lit only by the dim light of the ancestral spectres it was difficult to even see the shackles, let alone react to them in time.

*Gasp*

"My ladies. I don't understand."

"The voe. The voe. The voe. The voe." They repeated one after another.

"You allowed the voe to freely enter our town, infringing upon years of history."

"........................!" Riju didn't even have time to respond and try to explain herself, before her face was encased in a form-fitting gold mask that matched the outline of her face. The mask was adorned with a tearshaped gem and circle patterns over her forehead as if it had fused with her headdress. Underneath her eyes were several small square shaped red jewels arranged in two rows on either cheek as if to symbolize blushing. The eyes of the mask were white, contorting in the corners to resemble teardrops "Mm....m........!" Her voice was only barely able to escape it, with the greatest of efforts.

"We will not hear your excuses."

"No matter the heroics, a Hylian voe shall not be allowed free passage into our domain."

"Even the great seventh hero was no exception."

".......M.......mm!" Riju wanted desperately to say something to her ancestors, but it seemed she wasn't to be allowed this basic courtesy.

"Due to dire circumstances we allowed you to continue, but one who shows such disregard for our traditions is not worthy of the title of chieftain."

Riju shivered in shame as she heard those words. She never thought her ancestors would be this angry with her.

*Whoosh*

With another ominous wind, Riju felt herself relieved of everything she'd been wearing save her headdress, mask, and the golden shackles that kept her suspended.

"We recognize your accomplishments. Your name will be remembered among the Gerudo chieftains."

"But you will not remain on the throne, another day."

"M....! M....!..........." Riju cried behind the mask, wondering what would become of Gerudo town without a chief.

"The evil one has been vanquished."

"Soon, a male will be born to the Gerudo."

"He will be your replacement."

"....M!..........MMM......!"

"Worry not, your role has not quiite ended."

As one of the ghosts stated this, bandages began to wrap tightly around Riju's bare chest.

"You will be preserved here, chaste until the day he comes of age."

"...............................!" Riju tried to scream, but her voice was almost completely sealed. Bandages whipped all around her cinching uncomfortably as they went.

"At that time we will guide him here."

"As your saviour you will serve him for the rest of your life."

"We will not allow our chastity to be endangered until then."

The voices spoke, as the bandages continued to encase the tiny Gerudo. As they came to her waist, her ankles were released from the shackles only to be bandaged together quick enough that her knees and ankles impacted painfully against one another.

"To you who denies us our chastity, feel the shame of base desire."

One of the ghosts spoke, as the bandages between her legs began to pulsate, and tease her intimate areas. The sensation was new to her, in spite of what her ancestors implied.

"........................!" But even now her voice couldn't escape the mask.

Finally, the golden shackles released her wrists only for them to be mummified beside her waist like the rest of her body. As her butt fell onto the floor, a golden collar grabbed her neck and caught her, preventing the rest of her body from following, but choking her a bit in the process. Slowly, the collar lifted her up until she was resting on her tip toes as she continued to be teased.

*SLIDE*

Riju ominously heard the sound of stone grinding against stone, unsure of what it could mean.

".....!.................!"

"You will remain entombed here for twenty years time."

".......!!............!" Riju screamed into the mask, as she was slowly dragged by her neck.

"Only your master shall offer you release."

*SLAM*

The sound of the heavy stone tomb was the last thing she heard before she was left behind, teased endlessly by the pulsating bandages. Her chastity was preserved, but her dignity was in tatters.

Chapter Text

"Yes! Leave Ojou-sama to me! I'll take great care of her!" Tsubame announced to Yasuhiro as he headed out the door on a three day trip.

"I'm telling you you can't leave me alone with this pervert! Yasuhiro!" Misha said, calling to Yasuhiro who was already out of ear shot.

"Ah~! Finally, it's just the two of us Ojou-sama!" Tsubame cheered, immediately rushing up to hug and rub her face against the little girl.

"Ugh... Get off." Misha said, pushing the overzealous maid away.

"Don't worry Ojou-sama! Until your father returns I'll make sure you're well protected." Tsubame reassured the girl.

"I'm in the most danger with you around. Go home."

"You know I can't do that Ojou-sama." Tsubame said seriously.

"Whatever. I'm going to my ro-"

"After all, it's the perfect opportunity to take another try at Stockholm Syndrome." Tsubame switched tones.

"Eh!? Don't make me report you again!"

"Understood, Ojou-sama!"
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"Good! I'm going to m- Mmmphhh!?"

"I'll just have to make it so that you can't report me..." Tsubame said, menacingly holding the girl's mouth with her hand.

Minutes later, Misha found herself lying on her bed, with her arms tied behind her back, and her feet tied together at the ankles with a collar leashing her to the headrest.

"That lolicon pervert finally did it! Even though I kept telling Yasuhiro it was only a matter of time! What's she going to do with me now!?" Misha wondered to herself, with a little tear forming in her eyes.

"Ojou-sama!" Tsubame said, bursting back into the room.

"Kyaaaa!!!!!" Misha internally screamed, but on the outside she just made some muffled moans.

"If you promise to behave, I'll ungag you." Tsubame said kindly.

"Ehehehe. This is it. I've been slowly gaining trust from Ojou-sama, and building up her dependence on me." Tsubame internally monologued. "This is a high risk strategy, but by breaching her trust only a little I can show her how trustworthy and dependable I really am. First I create a situation where she's completely powerless. Ojou-sama is a girl who believes in her own independence. By forcing her to depend entirely on me for a few days, I can make her all the more aware of the importance of my presence in her life. With this one last push Ojou-sama will realize that she's become completely unable to survive without my service. Then... Our long lives together can finally begin!"

"Mmmphhh" Misha pouted, and looked up at Tsubame with teary eyes.

"Then you promise? Ojou-sama?"

"Mmph." Misha nodded.

"Very good, Ojou-sama." Tsubame said gently as she undid the gag.

"KYAAAAHHHH!! PERVERT! HEL-"

"AH! Wait Ojou-sama!"

"MMMMPPHHH!!" An angry Mipha complained into her regagged mouth.

"Aww, Ojou-sama. To think you'd resort to calling for help so quickly. I thought for sure you'd try harder to win." Tsubame sadly patted Misha's head.

"Mmph?" Misha made a confused gag grunt.

"I told you, this is all in order to give Ojou-sama stockholm syndrome. In other words, if you can endure this until the end without falling in love with me, it means that Ojou-sama wins." Tsubame said, expectantly gaining an intrigued "mmph" from Misha "If I were to fail to gain Ojou-sama's love after three whole days of uninterrupted attempts, I might even have to give up on gaining her love all together and become a normal maid."

"Mmph!?" Misha gave an excited grunt as the possibility of a maid that made delicious food for her, did the chores, and DIDN'T sexually harrass her at every opportunity.

"But I guess this is too much for her." Tsubame said, undoing Misha's gag a second time.

"Wait! I know this is one of your tricks, but I'll accept your challenge!" Misha said, determined. "If I can endure this for three days, you have to give up on me."

"Ohhh, Ojou-sama you know I could never give up on my love for you! Of course I was just being a bit dramatic." Tsubame said, instantly changing her tone.

"You tricked me! Fine! If I can endure being kidnapped by you for three days, you have to act like a normal maid for a whole month! Otherwise I'm going to report you!" Misha demanded

"Deal!"

"MMM~"

"It's not too hot Ojou-sama?" Tsubame asked.

"No, it's delicio- Wait! Why are you just feeding me? This isn't like a kidnapping at all!" Misha complained.

"Do you want me to make it more extreme?" Tsubame said, holding up a flogger and a candle.

"No! What are you planning?" Misha demanded.

"That's a secret of course, Ojou-sama." Tsubame replied, grabbing another spoonful of soup to feed to her captive loli.

"MMMM~"

"MMMMPPPHHHHH!!!!!" Misha screamed, and writhed on the bed, regagged.

Where was that stupid maid? Misha had realized something very important way too late. How was she supposed to last three days without going to the bathroom? If she decides to call it off and gets untied right now, only a few hours after the challenge started, then how stupid would she look? More stupid than if she wet the bed right now? Misha was seriously having to weigh her options now, but she did not want to lose to that maid. Especially not this quickly.

"Oh no Ojou-sama!" Tsubame bursted into the room again. Misha usually hated when she did this, but this time she was incredibly relieved.

"MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!" Misha screamed at Tsubame to untie her so she could go to the toilet.

"Perfect! Just like I'd calculated by keeping track of her urination habits, and taking into account her body size, and average bladder capacity of a little girl her age, Ojou-sama has reached her limit! Now if I just handle this next step properly..."

"I can't believe I nearly forgot to account for one of Ojou-sama's most basic needs." Tsubame lamented "This will take care of it." Tsubame said, flashing a diaper in front of the girl's eyes before pulling down her red shorts and panties.

"MMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!" Misha screamed.

"What's the matter Ojou-sama?" Tsubame wondered aloud. "Ah, I understand. Of course this would be too embarrassing." Tsubame said, but she didn't bother returning the girl's clothes to their proper position. Instead she flipped the girl over, and untied her hands, only to retie them in front of her.

"MMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!!" Misha was ready to explode, and she needed the toilet now!

"I understand Ojou-sama. Since this is my fault, I'll take responsibility and temporarily postpone this challenge. I've already signed this document. If you sign it as well it will serve as an official agreement that our wager is temporarily postponed." Tsubame said, holding up a pen and paper for Misha to sign.

"MMPH!" Misha quickly grabbed the paper, and signed it without a second thought, before lightly beating her bound fists against Tsubame's chest to get her to hurry up and untie her. Tsubame got quick to work untying the girl's bound ankles, then she flipped her over, finished removing her bottoms, and gave her a quick pat on the rear before tying her ankles together again.

"MMMMMPHHHHH!?" Misha screeched desperately, nearly leaking everything as her butt was tapped.

"Don't worry Ojou-sama." Tsubame reassured her, while attaching the diaper Misha had been too embarrassed to wear. "Now that we're married there's no need to be embarrassed." Tsubame announced, holding up the marriage document with her and Misha's signatures.

"MMMMMPHHH!?" Misha said, the creeping realization causing her to finally lose herself, and let it out.

"Mmmmphhhhh...." Misha moaned and cried as the incredibly muscular maid fingered her relentlessly.

With their marriage officially signed off on, Tsubame no longer felt the need to hold back. This was the proof of love she needed, so the next two days would be their honeymoon! She'd deposited the used diaper into a plastic bag, and used her crazy strength to rip the white tank top Misha usually wore right off of her body. She was naked, but the numerous frilly and cute outfits Tsubame had laid out suggested she didn't intend to keep her that way for long.

For now, the girl's butt rested on a special mat Tsubame had prepared to catch her fluids without damaging the bed. Fortunate, since Misha was currently squirting all over it. To her credit, Tsubame's technique felt creepy and wrong, but it didn't feel painful. Her years of theory crafting on how to best pleasure a little girl must have paid off.

"MMMM~" Tsubame licked her dripping fingers. "What a glorious feeling to finally confirm our love for one another. With this I can remain in Ojou-sama's service for the rest of our lives."

Chapter Text

Yahni felt amazing. Not just the person, but the name itself. She'd been forced to run around doing menial tasks for prison guards under the "name" 5911, and it felt great to finally go by her real name again. What a ride. She'd been caught and arrested just for having a little fun with one of the neighborhood girls, but that awful dehumanizing experience was finally over.
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"Hey Brat! Tiny hasn't squirted in over 30 minutes. Are you really trying?" Yahni was tired of this little bitch slacking off.

The little rascal in question had formerly been known as prisoner 5912, but now went by the name "brat", though at times she was called by other names as well. This little troublemaker had accused Yahni of all kinds of crimes that she couldn't prove, but thankfully she was now set to pay for that for the rest of her life. Currently she was busy poorly eating out her little sister. They both had their arms tied behind their backs, with their siblings legs trapped underneath the others armpits, so that they were locked in a 69 position. The elder brat was equipped with a ring gag, while the younger was equipped with a bit gag. They were both equipped with shock collars.

"YAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Brat screeched as she was shocked at maximum intensity, the electricity also passing to her sister, who sobbed loudly beneath her.

Yahni was enjoying training the little one to be completely submissive, so she wasn't allowed to be active at all. That included times like this, where her pussy was to be licked, but she was not to return the favor. In addition her eyes were blindfolded at all times, and she had noise cancelling headphones to prevent her from hearing anything but insults directed at her and her family. Yahni wanted her to be nothing but a piece of meat that sat there and recieved what was given to her. She hadn't given her a single order since she'd recieved her. It may have seemed kind, but in this case it only meant that she was completely hopeless. Unlike her sister, who had a chance of reducing the punishments if only she obeyed, Tiny was only able to endure without even knowing the reason for her suffering. She'd never understood why she was arrested in the first place, and now...

"Move Brat!" Yahni said, grabbing Brat by the hair, and shoving a dildo into Tiny's folds rapidly moving it in and out without giving the girl time to prepare herself at all. It only took a few seconds for her to squirt, getting much of it on Brat's face.

"Now that's how you do it." Yahni said, giving Tiny a slap on her already red behind.

"Keep licking. I'm going to give the other three some attention now."
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"%AF*!@#$!A" Prisoner 5907 screeched.

"Yes, she's still responding. Even at this distance she reacts to the pain of the other subjects." A researcher in a white lab coat said over the phone.

Beside her was prisoner 5907, a truly tiny girl. She had peculiar gray skin and short purple hair with littly ears that came to a point similar to an elf. When she screeched into her ring gag she made strange inhuman noises, that were somehow pleasant to the ear. Just like a human her reddened tear-streaked cheeks seemed to signal that the girl was in distress. Her legs were bound ankle over ankle, and a rope around her thighs looped around the car seat she was in keeping them spread. Her arms were box tied behind her back, with rope going above and below her flat chest. The researcher reached over and twisted one of her purple nipples.

"!@#AAH!&&!" 5907 screeched, her voice echoing through the phone.

"Ah, there's no need to confirm. I could hear their response through the reciever." The researcher said happily "They still haven't retaliated either, and with their incredibly weak physical strength they don't seem to be much of a threat." The researcher noted. "They would certainly make great pets, but the way they each respond to the same stimuli might make it difficult to sell them seperately."

"Have you been stimulating the other specimen as well? 8 hours of constant stimulation with no reaction from the others? Hmmm... I suppose they don't react unless they originated from the same specimen. May I have live footage of the specimen?"

The researcher reached over, and showed her phone's screen to the trapped girl beside her. On it, was a girl similar in appearance to her, though not an exact clone like the original prisoners. There was a machine pounding away at the girl's lower body. The machine was equipped with two insertions, one for the girl's vagina and one for her anal cavity, as well as two paddles on the side to spank her as the insertions reached their base. The girls eyes were nearly rolled to the back of her head, as she screamed unintelligibly through her ring gag.

"!*!#$!!!!#$!" The girl in the seat screeched.

"It seems she responds to visual stimulus." The researcher noted.
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*Pant Pant*
The naked and heavily bruised 5901 collapsed in a heap the moment she was untied from the tree. She had been flogged near constantly for 6 days straight in accordance to her punishment. As was requested, the girl was far too weak to stand at this point, let alone walk. Great care had been taken to make sure she was still viable to be crated and sold even after her initial punishment, including the use of some experimental technology that had recently been confiscated from another prisoner. With it, they were able to keep her body noticeably healthy even without feeding her or giving her any breaks. Unfortunately, this made it difficult to determine what was a reasonable amount of time to continue the punishment. If she was still able to stand after her whipping due to the preservation technology then it would defeat the purpose. To account for this her punishment was extended to several days to ensure that if not the physical stress, the psychological stress might prevent the girl from walking. Fortunately it worked wonders.

With the girl's condition confirmed she was cuffed hand to ankle, and dragged along by the hair for the next phase of her punishment. Several small crates were lined up to fit her into. The enforcer lifted her up and struggled to force her into the first one, just barely managing to squeeze her in after roughly pushing down on the girl's butt.

"Hmmm... This crate's still too big." The enforcer said, dragging her out and moving on to the next one.

Chapter Text

"You've won builder." Admitted a very bitter Hargon. "You've even corrupted the god of destruction himself."

"It's called being friends Batty" Malroth retorted, pointing his club towards the weakened Haargon.

"Friends is it?" Haargon gave one last wicked smile "That's perfect! Then remain as friends until the day you die." Haargon used the last of his strength to lift his arms towards Malroth before dropping them to his sides.

"What's that abo- What happened to my voice?" A confused Malroth looked down at himself to see he'd been turned into a bunny girl once again. Her hair now white, the antennas that went to the back of his head now drooping slightly over her face, his spiky ponytail growing longer to reach her ankles and being arranged into two bushy tails on the back corners of her head rather than one in the center.

"Really? This is your last attempt at a comeback?" Malroth scoffed "What's the point of turning me into a girl?"

Beside him, the young builder looked up at him, and blushed clearly surprised though the smile didn't disappear from their face.

"Muahahahaha That form is one I gave you so that you might grow closer to the builder. Even on my last breath I can easily do something as simple as this." Hargon explained

"That doesn't tell me what the point is you crazy old robes." Malroth said, sounding more annoyed than bothered.

"Heh hehe... You two will create many things together, but the one thing you'll never create together... Is a child... Hahahahaha..." Hargon laughed weakly. "This is my last... revenge..." Hargon said his final piece before disappearing in a puff of smoke, his plans dashed.

"Seriously, what was that crazy old coot on about?" Malroth shrugged. "Do you have any idea?" Malroth turned to a blushing builder who simply shook her head and waved him away.

"Whatever. We won and saved the world, so who cares about that old bats revenge or whatever. Let's get back to Lulu and the others."

Back on the Isle of Awakening, Malroth and the Builder arrived to find the world completely dark as it and its inhabitants began to finally fade out of existence without Hargon to hold it together anymore.

"There you are! As you can see, it's gotten quite serious here while you were gone." Lulu said, rushing up to the pair. "And who is this!? You were supposed to be bringing Malroth back, not another barely dressed hussy. I promise we shall have a very long talk about what kinds of people you're bringing to my Lulutopia after we save it." Lulu complained. The builder flailed her arms and started to explain before Malroth stepped in herself.

"I am Malroth stupid. A lot of stuff happened, but we're a bit busy saving the world right now, so I'll have to explain later." She shrugged. "You'll have plenty of time to listen once I've built the dungeons for my empire."

"Malroth!? ...Well, I suppose it's only an improvement over the brute you were before. So how do you intend to solve this anyway?" Lulu wondered

"Using my new god-like powers and our building ability the two of us can easily create a universe or two." Malroth boasted, placing her hand on her still flat chest. "Right partner?" She said, looking to the smiling builder.

"I'm not sure if I understand, but if anyone can do it it's you two. Do it already." Lulu demanded

The two simply nodded to each other and got to work. Malroth using the special hammer she'd recieved from the Builder, and working together to recreate Hargon's world as a true reality. Then, with one last swing of their hammers, and a customary high five it was done.

A few days later-

"Hey! It's time for me to keep my promise to you." Malroth came into the builder's room still dressed in the same bunny suit, which she'd found to be cursed an irremovable. It was annoying, but it wasn't a huge deal since Malroth didn't need to eat or use the bathroom anyway.

The builder was busy looking through her oversized book trying to come up with a new recipe when Malroth showed up on the scene. The builder, who was currently dressed in a light blue flowing dress closed her book, before tilting her head and looking toward Malroth puzzled.

"Did you forget about your betrayal on Moonbrooke?" Malroth said, sounding only slightly angry. "I told you I'd pay you back for that one day didn't I?"

The builder shook her head, and waved her arms innocently, but Malroth was having none of it.

"Complain all you want, but I was in that cell you built for 3 weeks. Whether you intended it or not, you need to pay me back for that." Malroth rebutted before the builder even had a chance to speak.

The builder sighed before hanging her head, and following after Malroth who beckoned her over. Following along, the builder saw how Malroth was coming along on her "Empire of Evisceration". The two were currently alone on one of the explorer's shores they'd converted into a second island. Malroth had insisted on doing most of the building herself, the builder having only created a few fields and a little cottage to brainstorm in. Still, the place was coming together and falling apart quite nicely.

Malroth had built a huge walled castle that towered into the ominous purple sky of the island. Sinister torches of blue flame lined the walls to "welcome" visitors. The courtyard featured a garden of tingleweed to shock and paralyze any unknowing guests that stepped into it, and Rafflesia lined the battered path leading to the castle proper. The castle itself was built to Malroth's unique aesthetic sense. The walls were incongruous, and parts of it were purposely broken and crumbling. Its entrance was guarded by a large double-sided metal door that featured two vicious looking creatures as decorations, and the interior featured a purple carpet leading up to a stairwell with two menacing statues on either end. But of course, the builder wasn't going to be going up the stairs any time soon. Instead she was headed to the dungeon.
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*CLANG* Malroth slammed the door shutting the builder inside of the prison cell she'd built just for her. It was mostly bare, featuring cracked flooring, some shackles, which the builder was currently locked into. Malroth had also kindly included a hay bed for her to sleep on, and a pot for her to relieve herself with, though the builder couldn't make use of either right now while she was chained to the wall.

The builder simply sighed and looked through the bars of her cell at the currently unoccupied cell across from her. It was a lot more furnished than her own cell, featuring water falls of lava, a pool of poison taking up most of the floor with spikes and traps dotting what was left of it. There were also a few suspicious buttons on the walls, paired with a set of shackles.

"Oh, don't worry about it, that one's for Lulu." Malroth reassured the builder as she saw her looking across. "Oh, shoot I forgot." Malroth remembered something, but instead of reentering the cell the normal way she kicked the cell door straight off its hinges and into the wall causing it to clang loudly next to the builder.

"I bet you're just going to build your way out of this if I don't take your stuff away first, and I'm not going to go as easy on you as they did at Skelkatraz." Malroth smiled before completely ripping the builder's clothes away. Rather than simply being torn apart, the builder's clothes practically disentegrated as Malroth removed them.

The builder was shocked silent, her face freezing into a dead smile. She slowly developed a blush, then tears formed into her open eyes. All the while her face was still frozen into the same smile as before.

"Come on. Don't be so dramatic just because you're naked now." Malroth rolled her eyes, but then looking closer began to blush a little herself. "Anyway, I'm taking these too." Malroth said snatching the builder's tool bag, and book away.

Several hours later, the builder still sat there crying through the same frozen expression, as she silently waited for Malroth to release her. In the meantime Malroth had been busy looking through the builder's book and her other belongings for some new recipes as she still wasn't sure if Lulu's cell was quite punishing enough.

"How long are you going to keep looking at me like that? Just because we're friends doesn't mean I'm going easy on you." Malroth scolded, then sighed as she closed the book. "You know partner, you've got a lot of recipes for fear and loathing but it wouldn't hurt you to come up with some pain and suffering types. Course it might hurt some other people." Malroth admitted before rummaging through the bag again. Maybe she'd find something useful in there.

"Hey, this book is a bit different from the other ones." Malroth said, pulling out the Book of Blue Prints. When the builder saw it, she had a strong reaction, not that anyone would have really noticed with her unchanging expression. Luckily Malroth wasn't anyone and was very good at reading the builders mood even though she scarcely talked.

"Oh, I remember this is the one you told me I couldn't read before. I bet this is where you keep all your secret torture recipes isn't it?" Malroth guessed wrongly. "You told me I couldn't read it until I was older, but I'm older now so it should be fine to read it right partner?"

The builder didn't change her expression, but the blush on her face deepened and she started to sweat even more than she was before.

"I'll take that as a yes." Malroth said, flipping the book open. "Whoa... Whoa! WHOA!" Malroth was greeted to all kinds of new and interesting sights.

The book was full of erotic pictures of women in sexy clothing, and poses, including several bondage fetish art and even "how to" guides for various types of play. Malroth would have to bookmark that part for later. For now, she had finally discovered some proper torture devices, which she'd been missing before. She could even repurpose some of the barricades as wooden bondage crosses. Perfect!

"So this is why he turned me into a girl?" Malroth thought as she looked at the graphic depictions of sex, which up until now he'd never had a clue about "Huh? But these girls are doing it just fine. Was he an idiot? Why are you looking at me like that?" Malroth turned to the builder again, who was looking at him the same way she had been for the past several hours, but Malroth could tell there was a subtle change.

"Ohh? There's a section on 'How to break your partner' I'm definitely bookmarking that one..." Malroth said smugly enjoying the fear hidden in her partner's smiling face.

"I was wondering if locking you up was really gonna be enough to get back at you for betraying me, but this book tells me all about how to punish 'naughty girls' like you." Malroth was really twisting the knife with her words now, the little bunny girl still managing to look intimidating to the young builder.

"But before that, you get to watch me break that haughty bitch Anessa, and that annoying brat Lulu." No one had pissed Malroth off more than those two. If she was going to punish her partner for her accidental betrayal on Moonbrooke, then those two really needed to be taught a lesson.

"Course, first you'll have to help me test out some of these new recipes." Malroth laughed menacingly as she headed to her workbench.

Not even ten minutes later, the builder found herself in a much less comfortable position. Her mouth was now filled by a large red ballgag, clearly meant for an adult, her arms and legs covered by black latex gloves and stockings that ran from her ankles to her thighs while leaving her feet exposed. Her hands were balled up inside mits that prevented her from even moving her fingers, and pulled all the way back behind her so that Malroth could tie her wrists to her ankles. The knot keeping her hogtied was then attached to a hook in the ceiling of her cell, keeping her painfully suspended in mid air. Lastly, she was wearing a harness that kept a vibrating dildo lodged inside of her.

This treatment was finally enough to warrant a furrowed brow from the builder as she sobbed freely waiting for Malroth to forgive her. Fortunately Malroth had stopped being angry at her a long time ago. At first Malroth just wanted to get a little revenge for how she'd been treated back on Moonbrooke. Now she was motivated to continue after learning she could create a bond between them even more permanent than friendship. Even better, she could be completely in charge of it! Unfortunately, she could only give the builder an appetizer right now.
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Rather than training her future love doll, she needed to focus on training her future sex slaves. Anessa and Lulu had been a major thorn in her side, and the punishments for these two really was motivated by anger. Anessa had done nothing but criticize her during the war, and even if she didn't have anything to do with the plan to lock her up on Moonbrooke Malroth had no doubt that she was in support of it. Not to mention the huge figurative stick up her ass, that Malroth wanted to make literal. Then there was Lulu... Who was Lulu. Leaving the builder to cry and moan alone for a while, Malroth went to her study to summon Anessa and Lulu to her island using the residents roster. Simply moving their names around in the roster was enough to transport them from The Isle of Awakening to the Empire of Evisceration.

"Welcome to my Empire slaves!" Malroth announced rushing to the castle's entrance to meet them.

"What did you just call me violence for brains?" Lulu retorted

"What's the meaning of this Malroth? Where is the builder?" Anessa replied calmly. She'd assumed the builder was the one who'd called them here.

"She's in the dungeons where you'll be joining her for what you did on Moonbrooke! And shut up Lulu! I'm going to show you violence later." Malroth yelled at her.

"As I've told you I had nothing to do with your imprisonment on Moonbrooke" Anessa sighed "And you shouldn't take it out on your poor friend either. She had no idea what Warwick and the king were planning."
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"Just shut up and put these on." Malroth ordered, reaching into the builder's bag and throwing two full sets of bondage gear at the pair. Included were armbinders, collars, hobble chains, egg vibrators, and even dildos and nipple clamps. "Or I'll spank your asses and force you to wear them."

"So you've finally lost it Malroth" Anessa replied, sadly but without a hint of surprise in her voice. She'd never trusted Malroth in the first place.

"Are you crazy? Where did you even get such obscene objects?" A disgusted Lulu complained.

"Spanking it is then." Malroth smiled.

It wasn't much of a fight. Lulu had tried running away only to run into Tingleweed and find herself stunned and paralyzed on the ground. Anessa had tried to fight Malroth only to get completely and easily overpowered by the former(?) god of destruction. Even knowing how powerful Malroth was first hand the humiliation of losing to a little girl in a bunny suit was a terrible blow to her pride. Almost as bad as the fact that Malroth had completely destroyed everything she had on her. Her weapon and armor literally smashed to dust by a little bunny half her size, who then proceeded to bend her over her lap and spank her.

"M-Malroth stop! T-That's enough!" A desperate Anessa screamed through tears as her ass was repeatedly spanked by a super human loli.

"It'll be enough when you put on your new uniform." Malroth said, continuing her rapid fire spankings of the former knight.

"I-I get it! I'll wear them! I'll wear them!" Anessa pleaded, but the spanking continued.

"Then put them on already!" Malroth kept slapping her again and again.

"I-I can't! PLEASE STOP!" Anessa was panicking, convinced her butt would soon be just as much dust as her armor was. "PLEASE JUST LET ME WEAR THEM!"

"That's right! Beg for it slave!" Malroth demanded

"PLEASE!!! I BEG YOU! JUST LET ME WEAR THEM!" Anessa screamed.

"Sure." Malroth said, stopping abruptly and pushing the larger woman off of her lap. Anessa weakly made her way over to the bondage gear, but it wasn't like she could actually put it on herself, so Malroth made sure to bind her up extremely tightly. Soon Anessa was dressed in full leather bondage, including a chest harness to bind her moderately large breasts, with biting nipple clamps over her buds. She even had a couple clamps attached to her vagina, and pulled apart to spread it open as Malroth shoved a dildo inside and used rope tied between her legs to lock it in place all the way to the base.

"Perfect. Now for the real bitch." Malroth said turning to Lulu who was completely paralyzed, but awak in the Tinglweed. Malroth had taken a break in the middle of her fight with Anessa to strip her, bind her in every piece of bondage gear, and throw her back into the Tingleweed before continuing with her fight. Luckily the Tingleweed kept her from speaking at all, and thus spared Malroth from having to listen to her annoying voice or complaints anymore. Malroth took the fully bound Anessa and threw her into the Tingleweed to keep her from trying to hobble away as she worked on Lulu. It wasn't like she had anywhere to go trapped on this island, but she didn't want to have to chase her down either.

"This spanking is just for fun." Malroth made sure Lulu knew this before she began slapping her, making sure it lasted three times as long as the one she'd given Anessa.

Once Malroth was finished she blindfolded them and dragged them down to the dungeons via leash. She'd attached the ends of them to the girl's nipple clamps, making sure to roughly pull them every now and then. Down in the dungeons her partner looked at her with pleading eyes, but she didn't try screaming or demanding her release even though she was clearly suffering. All she did to get her attention was quietly moan. When she saw the others being pulled along behind she squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then proceeded to quietly plead as she had before. The sight of her well-behaved friend who wasn't showing even a hint of anger at her treatment was enough to make her fall in love all over again.

"Geez partner, no matter how much I try to teach you you're never going to learn to be assertive are you?" Malroth sighed "But I've decided I like you more this way anyway." She smiled an evil looking smile that her partner understood to be affectionate. Even now she was slightly happy to see her friend smile like this, but she was far more terrified than anything else.

Malroth couldn't take it anymore. She took the two troublemakers and attached their nipple clamps to the other girl via a short chain, then she put them both on a wooden horse and rigged a couple spanking machines behind them to keep them company. No sooner had she turned around than she forgot their presence entirely, completely ignoring their pained and desperate moans as they grinded against the horse, and pulled each other's nipples. Right now Malroth was desperate to play with her favorite girl. Blindfolding the builder she took her into her room, so that she could really teach her what betrayal feels like.

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"You lost! Now get off of that oversized... "thing" and come down here." The young female trainer demanded of her opponent, who was currently standing atop a large pokemon powered vehicle, which she refused to call by its proper name.

"I'm tired of your stupid games." She added.

After some shady loser hacked her phone she ended up roped into this Team Star suppression nonsense. At first she'd been seriously concerned, but after going through the motions of this "base attack" she'd realized something. This "Cassiopeia" and all these Team Star punks were clearly just some stupid dorks who watched too much anime and had waaaayyyy too much time on their hands. Now she felt embarrassed for even being roped into their nonsense. She was a Champion-ranked trainer, but here she was having wasted several minutes crushing an endless stream of weak grunts, and listening to this cringe-inducing, ridiculously dressed, baby-faced dweeb trying to act tough in those oversized boots. She only had a single Torkoal!

"I heard ya' already... What a hassle." Mela responded, before awkwardly working her way off.

"Hurry up yo-" The trainer started, but then angrily shook her head as she saw Mela slip and fall on the way down, landing painfully on her rear.

The wild little firebrand tried her best to play it off like it didn't happen, but she couldn't help rubbing her butt as she stood back up. As if her behavior wasn't embarrassing enough, she then proceeded to walk(?) over with the most ridiculous gait she had ever seen in her life. Did she really think those stupid looking boots were "cool" enough to be worth this?

"You better be ready to pay me." She said, trying her best to keep her cool in the face of this cringe.

"Yeah, yeah. It's a big deal you managed to beat me in battle... I got yer prize money, plus a bonus." Mela said, handing over a little money, while infuriatingly acting as if she hadn't been stomped in two moves.

"You call this a bonus?" The champion level trainer said, looking at the meager pocket change she'd been handed.

"Calm down punk. I've got your bonus right here. A TM, plus our Schedar Team's Fire Star Badge." Mela said, handing the items over to her. "Be grateful, since the only thing I'd usually give you is a fist to the face."
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"I don't want your stupid fake badge!" The trainer put the TM in her bag, before angrily throwing the badge on the ground and stomping on it.

"Hey! We worked really hard making that! You want a fist fight next?" Mela threatened angrily, but her voice cracking made it evident that she might cry.

"Shut up! Knock it off with that stupid tough act. I know you have more money. Give it to me. All of it." She said, putting her hand out expectantly. "Or do you want me to kick YOUR ass?" She threatened.

"Try me! Just because your Pokemon can put up a fi-"

*SLAP!*

The trainer slapped her hard across the face mid sentence, causing Mela to bite her lip and start to bleed a little. Mela rubbed her stinging cheek then looked down at her hand to confirm the blood on her fingertips.

"YOU LITTLE-" Mela lifted her head towards the trainer, crying angry tears. She made a move as if to retaliate, but the trainer was done with this farce.

*SLAP!*

"OW!" Mela said with a cute voice, dropping the facade for a moment.

The trainer, meanwhile reached her fingers down the top of her outfit, and pulled her in closer so that she could slap her repeatedly. The rough handling caused one of her nipples to be exposed. Mela tried grabbing at the other girl's hair and pulling her away, but she managed to reach over her arms and give her another good slap. It turned out that despite having decent strength for a girl her size, Mela wasn't actually as good at fighting as she made herself out to be. While she eventually managed to force the other girl to stop slapping her due to the awkward angle, she responded instead by giving her a hard punch to her left eye, causing her to finally let go of the other girl's hair and fall to the ground. Her over sized boots didn't help her much when it came to balance.

"Y-you're just another bully!" Mela cried, holding her hand over her bruised eye. "I'm not losing to you, and I ain't got nothing else to give you!" She said defiantly.

"I know you have more!" The trainer, who was actually slightly smaller than the girl she'd just attacked raised her first threateningly but instead let it down and crossed her arms. "You know what? Take off that stupid outfit. I'll see if you're hiding anything else or not."

"Whose clothes are you calling stupid? My friend designed this outfit, and it's SUPER COOL! Not that you'd know!" Mela retorted, still crying on the ground.

The trainer angrily growled, before working her way behind her, and starting to feel her up starting with the girl's chest area. Mela tried reaching back and pulling on the other girl's hair again, but she had to abandon that when her top was grabbed, and pulled downwards, causing her to prioritize preserving her modesty.

"Hey! Stop it stupid! We're outside, and my team is still watching!" Mela tried to reason with her, a deep blush on her face. Just like she said, the already defeated members of her team were poorly hiding while watching the spectacle. The trainer didn't seem to pay them any mind.

"It's not like you have anything to show them anyway, washboard." She retorted, having a slightly larger chest in spite of her slightly smaller body.

Sadly, Mela's self hug was making it difficult to finish removing her clothes, and despite managing to knock her over it turned out that Mela was in fact the physically stronger of the two, as the other girl failed to pry her arms away from her chest. So, she had to resort to some other means of handling this.

"Q-quit it haha." Mela giggled as her underarms were tickled, which was enough for her newest bully to successfully pull the left shoulder strap(the only strap) of her outfit the rest of the way down her arm, fully exposing the girl's chest as the top of her outfit bunched up around her belt.

"KYAAAAAA!!!!" Mela screamed, with her cutest voice yet, as she went back to covering her chest. "EVERYONE SAW! EVERYONE SAW, YOU PUNK! I'LL KILL YOU!" She threatened, while shivering in embarrassment.

"They're going to see a lot more than that if you don't pa-" The trainer started to make another demand, when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Mela's Rotom Phone and wallet tucked away in her boot. "There we are." She said, grabbing the wallet and checking its contents.

"THIS IS IT YOU BROKE BITCH!?" She yelled, before reaching under the girl's arms and twisting her nipples.

"I already told you I don't have anything to give you! Just leave me alone already!" Mela was still trying her hardest to sound tough, but her tone was begging.

"That's right! Leave her alone already!" A young girl's voice came out of her Rotom phone. "Oh no." The trainer heard a crackling noise, before an obscured voice came back over the line.

"You were only supposed to defeat her, and disband the team. Stop tormenting her nowm or else!"

"Cassiopeia?" The trainer responded incredulously "You're the loser who made me come here in the first place! I'm dealing with your stupid mission right now, so quit complaining!"

"This isn't how you're suppossed to do the mission. Knock it off, or our I'm ending our deal. I'll brick your phone, and report you to the school!" Cassiopeia threatened.

"YOU WHA- Wait, no I have a better idea, 'Cassiopeia'." She said, snatching Mela's flame decal rotom phone from her boot, and setting it to start recording in place of her own. Mela's phone, just like her tormenter, had very little security.

"Hiii!?" Mela screeched, her arms still frozen in a self embrace across her chest. The whole time, she'd been too scared to remove them even in order to fix her clothes, for fear of giving everyone another show. Nevertheless, another round of tickling caused her to release her arms again, and expose herself to the camera.

"Haha! Hahaha! St-Stop! Please just stop!" She said, falling the ground face first to try and escape the tickling, and the camera. Her bully simply took this opportunity to pull her outfit down past her loose belt and expose her raised ass instead. "Kyaaa- hahahahaha! Stop! Stop!"

"What are you doing!? I told you to stop that!" Cassiopeia exploded over the other girl's own Rotom phone.

"I'm finishing your stupid mission!" She retorted angrily. "Hey, wet match! Tell the rest of the stupid star dorks to disband or I'm sharing this video with the whole school!"

"No!" Mela said, turning over onto her front, and holding onto her outfit firmly to try and prevent it being removed any further.

It was a pointless effort, since her boots were already performing that function, but it gave her tormenter the perfect opportunity to remove those instead. They slid off quite easily, on account of being so oversized.

"For the last time stop! You're not sharing anything! I don't care about disbanding team star, just leave her alone!" Cassiopeia shouted, this time through the reciever of Mela's phone. The trainer didn't skip a beat in switching the recording over to her own phone which was now temporarily free of influence.

"Or else what? Don't think I didn't recognize that nerdy voice earlier. Once I'm done with birthday candle you're next Eevee freak." The trainer promised while trying to wrestle Mela's pants away from her.

"..........................You... I'm coming in person. You better leave her alone!" Cassiopeia threatened one last time, before she released the phone.

"Hmph. Good, then I won't have to find you." The trainer said to herself, tossing Mela's outfit aside triumphantly. She'd recieved a few kicks during the effort, but she'd managed. "Now I can get you from two angles." She told the blushing girl, who was trying and failing to cover her whole body with her hands.

"Y-you. I-I'm gonna..." Mela started, but her whimpers quickly began to overpower her words "NOOOOOO!!!!!" She shouted, quickly standing up.
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She'd resolved to abandon her team who were still passively watching, and her "awesome" outfit that was in a heap on the ground, as she covered her crotch with both hands and made to run for it. Fortunately the trainer was quick enough to grab her by the ankle and trip her, causing her to land right on her already bruised face, and stunning her enough for the other girl to straddle her, and pin her to the ground. Her naked body and bruised face getting dirty in the process as she struggled in the itchy grass.

"Hold still you." The other girl thought for a moment, then remembered something.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a few binding bands, and wrestled the kicking firebrand's arms behind her back. It was getting easier and easier to overpower her now as she was becoming exhausted far more quickly than her bully.

*Swish*

She released one of the rubber-band like objects causing it to painfully bind Mela's wrists together with a stinging slap.

"Ahhh!!!!" She shouted, but she was just able to spread her wrists still. She might have even succeeded in removing them, but.

*Slap! Swish! Snap!*

The other girl attached three more to different points on her arms. Each of them tightly and harshly restricted the girls arms as they tried to retract into a much smaller size.

"KYAAAHHHH!!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST STOP ALREADY! I HATE THIS!!!" Mela cried out, finally completely dropping every attempt at being a tough girl, truly succumbing to bullying for the first time.

"Shut. Up." The other girl punctuated, pulling one of the binding bands over her head, and between her teeth, cleave gagging her.

"Hiiii!!" Mela panic screeched, as she couldn't even properly scream any more. Team Star was supposed to fight back so this kind of thing didn't happen anymore. So why was this happening!?

"This is a nice collar, bitch." The other girl sighed still cringing at her fashion sense. "If I could just find a leash for you, I could keep you from running away before I'm done with you. Hmmm"

She thought for a while, but there was nothing in her bag that would make a good leash so instead she simply grabbed the back of Mela's collar, and pulled her along, forcing the girl to walk backwards as she roamed around her base looking for something that might work. All the while the grunts continued to watch without lifting a finger to help, even when Mela's pleading eyes met some of theirs. Sure, they wanted to help, but they knew there wasn't much they could do after they'd already been defeated all at once, not 20 minutes prior. Instead, they actively moved out of the way, as the worst bully they'd ever seen casually walked through the base towing their boss around like a trophy.

Finally, at the entrance to the base she came across some LED light strips attached to some sturdy wire that might make for a good leash. Unfortunately they were high and out of reach, so she needed to call her Pokemon out to cut a length of it off. She had just finished leashing the girl, when an out of breath Penny arrived at the base.

"L-leave her... Alone..." She said. The sobbing Mela was grateful that it finally seemed like someone was willing to help her, but she was also confused at who this girl even was.

"There you are. Strip." The trainer said simply, pointing at the ground and holding Mela's makeshift leash.

*Pant Pant*

"I-I'm" Penny sighed, and finally caught her breath. "Don't think I'm just some weakling that you can bully. I was going to wait to tell you this, but I'm the real leader of Team Star."

"I don't care. Strip. Everything. Even your Eevee panties."

"How did yo-" Penny Blushed, quickly realizing the obvious, and composed herself "I'm not letting you hurt my friend any more." Penny said, grabbing for her pokeball.

*Click Click Click Click Click*

Penny had quickly been defeated, and now sat frog tied naked on the ground, with three Rotom phones taking rapid fire photos of her at once. While Penny had a surprisingly decent team, the Eeveelutions were no match for the Champion ranked trainers well balanced team.

"I'm glad I bought all those binding bands..." She said to herself. "I thought I was stupid for blowing all my money on them, but this dweeb is actually pretty useful." Naturally, she had robbed Penny of all her cash as well, but more importantly...

"Y-you promised to leave us alone if I gave you those League Points." Penny whined, her face red not only from the deep red blush, but from the numerous times she'd been slapped before she agreed to transfer her phone's data, and over 512,000 hacked league points.

"HMMMPHHHH!!! HMM!!!!" Mela whined beside her, hogtied and leashed on the ground, still cleavegagged the same as before.

As it turned out a lot of the Pokemon materials that Penny had intended to reward her cohort with had been useful in tying them up more thoroughly.

"I'll leave you alone once I'm done with you." The trainer said, grabbing her by the jaw. "Since you said you don't care about Team Star anymore, there's no reason for me to hold these pictures hostage."

"Y-you're not really going to share them are you!?" Penny asked, terrified.

"Not if you two do whatever I say from now on." She responded with a sing-song tone.

"N-no way! NO WAIT!" Penny, started to refuse, but quickly changed her tone as the other girl grabbed her phone and started tapping on it.

The other girl didn't wait, though. Penny looked in horror when she saw a picture of her frog tied self uploaded to one of her own dupe accounts. The picture was just barely cropped at her chin to preserve her identity, but it didn't help the embarrassment of her body being exposed online, even though she was currently exposed to the open air.

"I-I get it! Please delete it!"

"Nope." She said, clicking away at the phone some more, and uploading a few pics of Mela's red ass.

"I GET IT ALREADY! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!" Penny begged.

"Good. You can start by recommending me a better fire wall."

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"He's wrong! He's wrong! He's wrong! He's wrong!" *Pant* "I can't lose! No matter what this guy says, I'm not just an object!" *Squirm Squirm* "I'm a Precure! Cure Sunny!!!" *Wobble* "I'm not that guy's toy! I'm not! I'm not!" *Sob Sob*
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"That old hag, chewing my ear off again." Wolfrun complained. "It was all that Red Oni's fault in the first place."

Wolfrun floating over the human world, while venting as he often did. Majorina had chewed both of their ears off, for a mistake that he wasn't even involved in. Again. He'd seriously had it with that annoying old hag, so he decided to come to the human world to blow off some steam. That's when, just at the wrong time he saw a woman handing out flyers for international women's day. Next to her was a table, decorated with miniature statues of women wearing various work uniforms.

"Women's day?" He asked, snatching one of the flyers. "What's that?"

"International Women's day! It's a day to celebrate women and their contributions to society!" The woman explained happily, barely noting Wolfrun's inhuman appearance, assuming it to only be an elaborate costume.

"WHAT!? All the women I know just get in my way! Whether it's that nagging old hag, or those damn Precure! Women should just shut up and mind their own business!" Wolfrun shouted.

"Eh!?" The woman said, shocked at his words.

"The world will be stained with the worst possible conclusion, a bad end! The white pages of your future will be painted black!" Wolfrun announced, crushing an ink pouch and smearing it over an empty page of a story book.

The act instantly had an effect on the people surrounding him.

"Ah, women can't do anything after all." The woman who had been handing out the flyers now kneeled dejectedly on the ground with a dark cloud swirling around her.

"What's the point of respecting women anyway?" One of the men who had been walking by on the street muttered while kneeling in a similar position a dark cloud surrounding his body.

"Hahahaha. The bad energy from these humans will revive the evil Emperor Piero!" Wolfrun cheered, and absorbed the dark clouds from the humans into his book. As he did, an ominous countdown increased somewhere.

Simultaneously the Precure and Candy, who happened to be nearby, sensed the bad energy's activation, and sprung into action.

"Wolfrun!" Miyuki shouted.

"What are you up to this time?" Akane asked with fire in her voice.

"Of course you Precure would show up!" Wolfrun scoffed. "This is exactly why I say women are so annoying."

"What's that supposed to mean!?" An offended Akane raised her fist at him.

"If you're causing trouble we're going to stop you." Reika added.

"That's why I'm telling you, girls like you should just stop butting your noses into things!" Wolfrun complained annoyed.

"Girls!?" Kise asked angrily

"What's wrong with girls helping?" Naoko glared at him.

"Oh, that's enough! I'll use this blue nose to shut you up! Come on Out! Akanbe!" Wolfrun shouted raising the blue nose to the sky. The activated Akanbe morphed a figure of a lady that was dressed in an office suit. It turned into a large, but almost featureless statue of a human female. It stood on a pedestal that prevented it from tipping over, with its arms bound tightly at its sides and its legs bound together. Its face and head was completely covered by a rubber-like mask. The blue nose appeared between the doll's chest, with cartoony eyes appearing over the doll's breasts. Finally, circus frills appeared over the dolls neck, waist and wrists.

"Fine then, have it your way!" Akane shouted.

"We'll show them what girl's can do. Right everyone?" Miyuki encouraged the others.

They all gave their agreement before activating their transformation sequences, becoming Precure, and announcing their catch phrase.

"Our five lights will blaze a path to the future! Shining Bright Smile Precure!" They said in Tandem.

"I'll go first!" "I've got this!" Sunny and March said, instantly running toward the doll and springing into action. "SUNNY FIRE!" "MARCH SHOOT!" They said, announcing their special attacks and launching them at the dool.

"Wait, you guys!" Beauty tried to stop them, but their attacks were already colliding harmlessly with the doll, which started to writhe and shake at the impact. Its featureless face turning a deep red color all over as if it was blushing, as womanly moans escaped.

"Hahahahaha! Did you stupid girls forget or something?" Wolfrun mocked.

"Eh!?" They both said, stunned.

"That's a blue nose. Our normal attacks won't work on it." Beauty explained.

"Oh, right." March said.

"That doll's look was just too creepy, and I forgot. Hahaha." Sunny said, laughing nervously.

"Isn't it?" Peace said, tearing up at the sight of it as it continued to gyrate and moan, swinging its hips slowly from side to side, and generating visible steam as it literally went into "heat".

"A-Anyway, let's all attack together like before." Happy said, trying to change the subject.

"Yay! Everyone combine your strength!" Candy cheered, activating her special ability, causing golden crowns to appear on the girl's heads. With these, the girls would be able to use their special rainbow healing attack.
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"Not so fast!" Wolfrun said, rushing over to where the Akanbe tremble and shook. "Hey, you worthless Akanbe! Are you really going to go down without a single attack? Get out there!" Wolfrun said, slapping it hard on the ass.

"MMMM~" The Akanbe moaned, and finally went over the edge, squirting a rubbery substance from its crotch area straight at Sunny and March.

"Whoa!" Sunny said, trying to dodge out of the way as she saw it hurtling towards her, but she was too late. The goop instantly encased her entire body, turning her into a rubber statue similar to the Akanbe itself, but painted over to match her Precure Appearance.

"EEP!" She heard March scream as she suffered the same fate.

"MMMM" Sunny moaned into the rubber material but was completely unable to speak. She had to get out of this, or they couldn't use their special attack!

"Sunny! March!" She heard Happy yell.

"I'll help March! You get Sunny out of that!" All Sunny could do was listen to her friends desperate to save her and squirm on the ground. She couldn't even see with the goop covering her eyes.

"R-right!" Peace, who was no doubt starting to cry said, rushing over to Sunny.

"Wait! The Akanbe is sti- Kyaa!" She heard Beauty scream, as she felt Peace's hands on her torso, trying to rip the material off.

"I-I'll get you out of there right aw- YAAAAHHHHH!!!" She heard Peace shout, and felt her hands quickly slide across her body, as if they'd been yanked away from her.

"PEACE! What happened to Peace!?" Sunny thought internally.

"Huh!? Whoop!" Happy said. "That was close... I don't know if it'll work, but with the others like this, there's nothing else I can do... Come on, spirit!" Sunny heard Happy working herself up, and then. "HAPPY SHO-MMMPHH" She started, no doubt hit by a different kind of Happy Shower on the other end before she could even finish.

"No! Everyone!" A terrified candy shouted, then her little footsteps could be heard trying to run away.

"Hey, you! Hold it right there!" Sunny heard Wolfrun's menacing voice only a few feet away from her.

"Kyaahhh!!!! Let go of candy!"

"No way! Did he get Candy too!?" Sunny panicked inside the doll.

"I don't think so! We'll find out what to do with you once we get back to the hideout!" Wolfrun threatened.

"As for you Precure, it looks like you won't be any trouble for us anymore. Enjoy your bad end as toys!" Those were the last words Akane heard from him before the sound of rushing wind signalled his exit.

"No! We have to save Candy! You have to get out of this Akane!" She said to herself. "No! Cure Sunny!" She worked herself up as much as she could.

"HRNGH!!" But she still couldn't get out of it.

"COME ON! COME ON!"

"HNNGH!!" And she was still stuck.

"Hmmmph hmm!"

"Mmmmm!!"

"Hrmph!"

"Mmmmmm...."

All around her Akane could hear the others trying their best to escape too.

"The others haven't given up either! We can do this! Come on everyone!" Sunny thought, still squirming in her rubbery prison.

"What are these fuck dolls doing here?" A man's voice said.

"No idea. Shouldn't they be on the market? Hey bitches! The hell are these flyers? Does your owner know what you're doing out here?" Another man said.

"I-I'm a worthless failure with no owner. I don't know what I've been doing."

"Market? Owner? You can't just talk to a woman like that! Why doesn't she say something?" Sunny wondered internally, while attempting to say something herself. Fortunately, the rubber mask prevented her from speaking.

"Then you and the rest of these worthless sex toys need to have your asses sold already. The hell are you doing out here wearing all those clothes anyway!?"

"I-I do-"

*SLAP!*

"And quit talking would you!?"

"Wh-what did that jerk just do to her!?" The blind Sunny could only imagine what that loud noise could have been, but she had a pretty good idea.

"S-someone's touching me- Where do you think you're touching me!?" Sunny complained as she was lifted over a large shoulder, and a hand began groping at her ass.

"Damn, this fuck toy has no ass!" The man said, slapping Sunny hard on the rear end causing her to screech behind the face mask.

"What's this guy saying!? My butt's doesn't exist just to make you happy!" Sunny said, forgetting that her job as Precure really was to make people happy.

"Neither do these ones. Ah well, some lolicon bastard will eat them up, I bet."

"E-everyone else too?" Akane thought to herself, starting to worry about what would happen to her and the others.

"Mmmmmphh... Hmmm!" Akane shifted in place.

She was stuck standing on the pedestal, unable to do anything but squirm. When the sun shone directly on her face it was the only times she was able to just barely see through the rubbery substance covering her eyes and make out the fact that she had been put in a shop window as merchandise. Though she couldn't make out their faces, she saw the figures of people walking by. During the brief times she could see she was confused by how often she'd see people walking their dogs. Eventually she realized they were too big to be dogs, and she started noting the humanoid outline of the figures. The men outside were walking women like pets!

What's worse, those same men were coming by the window, eyeing her and the other Precure the same way... or just her now, perhaps. She had heard the others getting dragged off one by one screaming into their gags. Peace's sobs were the most recognizable as she was dragged off, the shop keeper mocking her for crying before she even met her sadistic owner. Now she could only hope they were okay, and that they would find a way out of this. It was looking more and more like she wouldn't be the one to do it, but she still hadn't given up hope.

"Ah, guess no one wanted you after all huh you shitty defect?" Sunny heard a crude man say before she felt a hard slap on her rear.

"Who are you calling a defect!? You guys are the ones who have something wrong with you!" Sunny said, crying angry tears behind her mask. "We're not just toys for you to buy and sell! Why don't you get it!?"

"I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad she's finally being sold." The no doubt shop owner said "These dolls were good window decorations while they lasted, but I appreciate you buying a second one."

"Well, that yellow one broke so I needed a new one." He said, sounding proud of himself.

"Yellow one!? P-Peace!? What did you do to Kise!?" Sunny internally questioned the man, but her words were just muffled grunts. "I'll never forgive you if you hurt her!" She promised.

"Hopefully this one lasts a bit longer, though I don't expect much." He said, slapping Sunny hard on the rear a second time.

"THAT HURTS!!! STOP SPANKING ME ALREADY!!! I'M SICK OF THIS!!!" Sunny was finally losing it, from getting her butt slapped all the time.

Over the several days she'd been in this store window she'd had her ass spanked every time someone came in the store. Every. Single. Time. It wasn't even something that was happening to the other girls when they were still around, at least not as often. Was she wearing a sign that said "Please Spank Me" or something? Even as her friends were dragged off, the buyers seemed to celebrate by slapping her on the butt and calling her some degrading name.

"I'll miss those reactions." The shop keeper said sadly.

"I'll send you some recordings then." The new owner said, slapping her on the rear again and laughing.

"HNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! HMMMPPHHHH! HMMMPPHHHH!!!!" Sunny was livid as she squirmed helplessly on her pedestal, only to get slapped repeatedly no matter where she moved her ass to.

"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP!!!!!!" She thought to herself. "YOU FREAK! PERVERT!!!!!! I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU!!!!" Akane screeched, finally giving up completely on the Precure's duty of stopping this bad end and redeeming these people.

She couldn't take it anymore. She had to listen as her friends were sold. Had to watch as other women and girls were treated like pets on the other side of the glass. Had to constatnly endure these freaks slapping her butt and groping her over and over and over and over and over. It was just too much.

"Can't wait to get this new cock sleeve home." He said, lifting her over his shoulder and giving her one last slap before roughly grabbing her ass and continuing to grope her as he carried. "I can't get enough of these little ones. So light, and easy to fuck." He said, slapping her on the rear again.

"I'll have more in stock for you by the time you break that one." The shop keeper promised.

"I appreciate that." The man laughed, tapping her on the rear and walking away.

"That's right, suck it bitch!" The man ordered.

No sooner had he gotten home, then he put Akane on her knees and rammed his dick into her mouth. Akane was not only disgusted but confused. She hadn't been able to move her mouth a single molecule for days, yet this man had no problem forcing it open and forcing his way into her, roughly ramming in and out causing the dick imprinted rubber to jam against the back of her throat. She could feel every curve and bump of the man's rod just as well as she'd felt the numerous slaps on her rear over these past few days. Was this rubber prison specifically designed so that people could use her as a toy, even though she herself was unable to move at all? How?

"No! No way! I'm not this guy's toy! If he can use me for something like..." Akane stopped her own thoughts before she could go any further. She didn't even want to think about what he was doing to her. "NO! NO! NO! He can't treat me like this!"

"Move your tongue some more you worthless pig!" The man said, elated even as he scolded her.

"HMMMM!!!" Akane screamed unintentionally obeying her orders.

"Yeah, that's it! Keep it up and maybe you'll actually make a good fuckdoll someday." He said, roughly moving her head up and down to the point her bottom lips kissed his balls.

"Here it comes! Hngh!" The man grunted as he finally climaxed into her mouth, and... what? It actually went inside of her mouth? This rubber suit wouldn't let a single word out, but it let every drop of his semen in!?

"Be grateful for your first drink in days, bitch!" He said, before grabbing her by the forehead and tossing her away from his member like a used up tissue.

*GURGLE*

Akane choked on the floor. Not only did the material mysteriously decide to let the spunk into her mouth, but it also absolutely refused to let her spit it out. She squirmed and sputtered on the floor as she attempted to do anything other than swallow it, but as time went on and her mouth filled with more and more saliva she eventually had no choice.

*GULP*

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" She thought, as she sobbed and rolled on the floor hardly believing what she'd just been forced to do. She didn't even notice the man had moved until he grabbed her pedestal, and began dragging her across the floor.

"Gotta recharge, but I'm not done with you yet." He said, as her head hit a bump and bounced up followed by a painful second collision with the ground.

"HMMMPHHH!!"

The man had set her up like a statue again beside his bed, while he went to get something to eat, a luxury she wasn't afforded. The smell of his cooking reminded her that she used to need food herself. But more than she was wondering how she was still fine after all this time, she wondered how her dad's restaurant must be doing. Probably fine. He didn't need her anyway. No one did. No, wait. She couldn't think like that.

"He's wrong! He's wrong! He's wrong! He's wrong!" *Pant* "I can't lose! No matter what this guy says, I'm not just an object!" *Squirm Squirm* "I'm a Precure! Cure Sunny!!!" *Wobble* "I'm not that guy's toy! I'm not! I'm not!" *Sob Sob*

"Bet it smells good, doesn't it? But fuck dolls like you don't need to eat." The man taunted, floating some Karaage right in front of her nose before chowing down.

"THIS GUY!!!!" Sunny screamed internally.

"Hey, don't squirm too much or you'll knock over that busted yellow one."

"Hmph!?" Sunny listened carefully, and could just barely make out some ragged breathing beside her. She could tell just from the sound of her breathing that Peace's emotional state was in tatters. This guy must have done unspeakable things to her...

"Peace... I... I'LL NEVER FORGIVE THIS GUY! I'll get out of this, and save all of us! I'll show you!" Sunny said, with a fire blazing in her heart.

"HMMMMPHHHHH!!!! MMMPPHHHH!!!! HAMPH!!" *Slurp* Fuck doll screeched as the man worked his tongue around in her mouth, while thrusting his hips. Just like with the semen she could feel and taste his saliva entering her mouth, the texture of his tongue coming across in full detail.

It had been weeks of this, and bitch had finally given up hope. Every morning as he awoke from a night of using her like a hugging pillow he'd start the day off by making out with her and fucking her brains out. As soon as he'd finished his meal the first day he wasted no time in giving her a full course of a different variety, seemingly never running out of energy. First he'd bent her over the bed, and rammed his dick straight up her butt hole with no prep whatsoever.

*SLAP SLAP SLAP*

The man made sure to use her whole ass. While he used the hole as a socket for his cock, he used her cheeks like drums. It was a winning loop for the man. He'd slap her rear, and in return she tensed up her sphincter and increased his pleasure, so he'd reward her for the increased pleasure with more slaps on the rear. Finally, he gave her the ultimate reward of cumming straight into her anal cavity.

Then came the real thing, and it was the worst experience yet for the girl. For some reason instead of choosing to keep her bent over the bed and using her front hole that way, the man chose the most inconvenient position possible. Due to the way her statue was shaped, and the pedestal at the bottom it was difficult to enter her pussy from the front, but this man decided he'd do it anyway. In order to achieve this, he roughly squeezed her, and forced her back to bend at a near 90 degree angle at her waist and rammed her pussy onto his member. She didn't even have time to think about anger, or think about how her butt had just been violated, or even to think about Kise who was still making pained noises beside her. All she could think about was her own pain, as she was pistoned up and down in a painful position she didn't even think was humanly possible... No, it really wasn't humanly possible. She was a toy now.

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"The jail reacts when you lick each other. Very interesting." Gretel said with a large smile on her face.

"This Gretel is really bad news." Clara said, trying to catch her breath, after spending a ton of blood.

"Gretel! Stop fighting us!" A bruised and ragged Rapunzel pleaded with her.

"It's no use Rapunzel. This one's just a mimic..." Thumbelina said, just as tired as the other two.

"You're wrong. She's not just a mimic." Another Gretel said, the same evil looking smile on her face, even though she too was in a sorry beaten state. "It's a Nightmare."

"A Nightmare!?" Clara exclaimed

"I thought it was strange the way it regenerated..." Thumbelina admitted "So it really is a Nightmare."

The small group had been fighting this Gretel clone for a while now, and it was hard to deny the Nightmare characteristics it had. The darkness that seemed to surround them, and the way it regenerated were clear tell tale signs. The Jail creating mimics of people wasn't uncommon, but this was the first time one of those mimics had also turned out to be a Nightmare.

"But Rapunzel's never seen a Nightmare like that." Rapunzel frowned.

"You're right. It's very curious." Gretel smiled. "So I really could have been a Nightmare."

"What could I be other than a Nightmare?" The mimic smiled in return.

"C-Creepy! Anyway, if it's a Nightmare there's no way we can beat it right now!" Clara reminded everyone. "We need to run away and find its core or it'll just keep healing!" She said.

"Right. Everyone, let's get out of here!" Thumbelina agreed.

"Eh? I found such good test subjects, and you're running away?" The Mimic said, losing its smile.

"I'm curious about you as well." Gretel admitted, also losing her smile.

"Gretel!" Thumbelina shouted, to remind her of her priorities.

"I understand. We're running then." Gretel said, turning to flee with the others.

"Hurry up! Gretel!" Rapunzel urged her.

"I'm not letting you get away." Mimic said calmly, beginning to chase after them. Luckily, she didn't have too much trouble, as the girls path was blocked by a group of Marchen.

"Agh! We don't have time for this!" Thumbelina said, summoning pillars of fire to burn them, and causing a ton of damage, but not quite enough to take them down.

"Hiyah!" Rapunzel shouted as she finished one of them off, with a dagger.

"Hmph!" Gretel said, effortlessly slashing a weakened Marchen in half with her scythe.

"Here you go Gretel!" Clara said, using her special gun to shoot her with a bit of her own blood. She didn't want to risk her going into the berserk Blood Skelter mode at a time like this, and all that Marchen Blood could have easily triggered it. With that, there were still three Marchen blocking their path even if they were weakened by Thumbelina's attack. With a bit more time they could have been dealt with, but they didn't have that luxury.
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"Kyaaahhhhhh!!!!" Thumbelina shouted as she was suddenly grabbed by the back of her collar, and thrown through the air. Her position as a back line fighter necessitated her need to let the others run a little ways ahead of her. That also meant she was the first to be caught by the other Gretel. Luckily she dropped her weapon as she was thrown, and wasn't able to put up any fight as some Marchen got to work putting her in shackles, and carrying her off into the shadows. "Let go you! Let go!" She complained, her voice becoming quieter as she was dragged off.
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"Th-Thumbelina?" Clara shouted, only able to hear her screams as the Nightmare's darkness encroached on them again, limiting her vision to her immediate surroundings.

"Why are you running away?" The calm voice of the Mimic asked innocently "I'm only making you my test subjects. I'm not going to kill you... or rather, I won't allow you to die." She said, her toothy smile appearing clearly in the darkness.

"As much as I'd like to know more about your intentions, I have to refuse." Gretel responded, taking the opportunity to slash another Marchen. "We have to go."

Gretel attempted to run past one of the Marchen only to be slashed at and pushed back by a thick vine. She managed to block the brunt of it, but it still did some damage on the already weakened girl.

"But what about Thumbelina?" Rapunzel whined.

"Right! We need to go save her!" Clara agreed.

"She said herself that she won't kill her. Right now we need to run." Gretel rationalized the situation.

"But how do we know she's not lying?" Clara said

"She's me." Gretel smiled. "We can't beat her now, so we'll have to save Thumbelina afterward."
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"You're right..." Clara admitted. "AHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed, as her hand was gently grabbed by the mimic.

"What's the purpose of this weapon? Doesn't it hurt you?" She asked calmly.

"I-It doesn't hurt too bad unless I over use it..." Clara answered honestly. "H-hey there aren't a lot of Nightmares that can talk like you... M-maybe we can just talk this out?"

"Yes, I'll have you teach me all kinds of things from your cell." She said, tightening her grip on the girl's hand, before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and chunking her into the abyss the same as she'd done with Thumbelina.

"H-Help! No!" Clara shouted, as she was also quickly caught, grabbed, and shackled by the waiting Marchen.
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"This is bad. We need to save Clara." Gretel said, Slicing one of the two remaining Marchen in front of them.

"Huh? But Gretel said we have to run!" Rapunzel said, slashing the other one, finally clearing their path.

"Clara's different. We can't fight without her." Gretel reasoned. Clara was the only one that could purify their corruption. Jack could also do it, but they'd been seperated from him for a long time, and there was no telling if they'd be able to meet him before the corruption overtook them and they entered the irreversible Blood Skelter state in which they lost all sanity and went on a rampage against friend and foe alike.

"Then what do we do?" Rapunzel frowned. Both of them were exhausted already, and they couldn't beat the Nightmare Gretel without first breaking her core anyway.

"We can't beat her, but we might still be able to stun her..." Gretel said, turning towards the mimic with her scythe. "If we use our strongest attacks we have about a 1% chance." She smiled.

"Is that good?" Rapunzel asked, turning around as well.

"No." Gretel replied simply, dropping her smile.

"Eh!?"

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*Pant Pant*

"You know I don't enjoy this treatment. Would you mind making them stop?" Gretel's naked body was wet with sweat, and trembling viscously as a plant-like Marchen used its vine to pump in and out of her vagina. There were small cuts on her red ass from the many times the plant had used its other vines to slap her rear. Nevertheless Gretel had a wide smile on her face which contradicted her words.

"If you don't enjoy it why are you smiling like that?" The Mimic Gretel asked curiously.

"I've heard that girls are more convincing when they smile." Gretel said, still thinking with her own type of logic even as she continued to be abused by the Marchen. "Hmph" She made a very reserved sound of discomfort as she was hit again.

"I see." Mimic returned the smile. "But I refuse."

"I see... I've heard a girl's tears are also quite convincing." Gretel said, a tear streaming down her cheek as she continued to smile.

"It won't work on me. Give up." The mimic said with a flat expression on her face.

"The experiment failed then..." Gretel said.

"It seems so..." 'Gretel' responded.

"I really don't enjoy this treatment..." Gretel repeated herself, still through a forced smile.

"You already asked me this way. Why are you using the same method again?" Mimic wondered.

"I don't know..." Gretel admitted. "How curious."

"Indeed, but since you're not saying anything new I think I'll just gag you." Mimic said, a light frown on her face. "The jail seems to react more strongly when the girls are gagged."

"Hngh!" Gretel made another small noise, as she continued to cry through a frozen smile.

Gretel didn't fight back as her doppelganger forced her jaw open, and put a ring gag inside, strapping it around her head.

"I'll think of a new experiment before I come back. If you can't think of anything new to share by then, just shake your head so I know not to ungag you." Over several weeks the mimic had been probing Gretel's mind about all kinds of things in the midst of sexually tormenting her.

She'd learned about the Blood Maidens and the Blood Youths, and about how the Jail's desires could be manipulated and fulfilled in certain ways. Marchen had long tortured humans to promote the growth of the jail, but sexual acts also seemed to have an effect on it as she noticed from watching the girls lick each other before. She'd also learned of Blood Skelter and its effects. Interestingly the effects weren't all negative, as the status had the effect of preserving the body(even in death) and preventing aging. She even learned that a fully matured jail was able to grant wishes, though those wishes were often corrupted and rarely turned out the way you'd expect.

"The jail is still responding well." Mimic said, hearing a satisfied wail all around her. "Probably because of those two..."

She'd left Thumbelina and Rapunzel tied together in a 69 position, with ring gags in each of their mouths to allow them to lick each other, as she'd ordered them to. Of course, they'd both refused at first, but a few good spankings was enough to get Rapunzel to start licking. Thumbelina still continued to hold out for a while, but the clone eventually realized that spanking the obedient Rapunzel on behalf of Thumbelina was a quicker way to get her to comply. The jail really appreciated their cunnilingus, but it seemed to react weaker and weaker as if it was starting to get bored. That's why the mimic had begun mixing it up every now and again. This newest experiment had been extremely effective even though it was such a simple variation of her first one.

"GRRRR!!! HAMPH!!!!" Rapunzel savagely lapped away at Thumbelina's insides as the other Gretel popped in to check on them.

Thumbelina was a complete wreck beneath her, doing her best to "fight back" and return the licking in kind, but she wasn't being nearly as effective. She'd managed to get the little girl to climax a couple times, but those small successes didn't compare to the pool of her own fluids that she was wallowing in after the younger girl relentlessly pushed her over the edge. It took her several minutes to even notice the clone had entered the room, and as she did she desperately screamed for help.

"You two are doing great work. The jail has continued to respond positively for hours now." 'Gretel' praised.

"YAAAHHHHH!!!! AHHHH!!!!!" Thumbelina sobbed.

"The vigor she recieved from Blood Skelter made such a large difference. I'm amazed." She added. "But it's best if only one of you is in Blood Skelter at a time." She added, noting that the intense distress was risking a transformation in Thumbelina as well.

"I'll need to use this again." She said, pinching the nipple of Clara who tied to a post beside them.

Clara had been wrapped up like a Christmas Ham with extremely thin wire that held her firmly in place, but threatened to cut through her skin if she struggled too much. The girl was doing her best to remain beat still as egg vibrators shook up her pussy while also being tied to either side of her nipples to stimulate them. Even still, the wire had caused some small cuts on her body, causing her to bleed slowly. It wasn't a danger to her health, since her special condition as a Blood Youth meant that her blood rapidly regenerated, as did her wounds. It did, however, cause her a good amount of pain. But it was convenient for the Nightmare Gretel, since it meant she could easily access the girl's blood when she needed to manipulate the Blood Maiden's Blood Skelter state. Rubbing her hand across Clara's body until it dripped with her blood, she smeared a bit of it on Thumbelina's ass to calm her which would serve well enough for now.

"These experiments are going well, but I wonder what types of experiments I could do with access to the other Blood Maidens. She wondered to herself, extremely curious to find out.

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"OUCH!" Kirië screeched. "How am I even supposed to study if you keep hitting me!?"

"I'm only making sure you stay focused." Dana explained, tapping her riding crop against her palm.

"AUGH!!! I keep telling you, I don't even want to learn this stuff! I'm perfectly fine just being a regular girl, so ju-"

*Whap!*

"No slacking." Dana warned

"Hrmph..." Kirië grumbled, reluctantly returning to her studies.

Kirië and her friends had each been given special training to complete over the course of one week, and Kirië had arguably gotten the short end of the stick. While she didn't have to worry about fighting dragons, or getting eaten alive(ish), she instead had to deal with being trapped in a room and tasked with digesting a literal libraries worth of magic lessons in one week's time. What's worse, Dana had chosen to take on the appearance of a tall, sexy dominatrix when dealing with the small girl, rather than a Chibi or Loli version of herself like with the others. So instead of simply having to read through all these books, she also had to do it while being dominated by a sexy vampire.

Kirië did have the ability to reverse time and repeat the week as much as she needed to, but doing so required her to die first, which wasn't exactly pleasant. So until that time came, she was going to have to keep repeating this week over, and over, and over, and over. and over, and over, dying constantly until she finally remembered everything the library had to offer. This was going to be hell... Fortunately Kirië still had no idea how true that was.

"Question 1: What magic technology lead to the downfall of the Ancient civilization on Venus."

"Wh-what are you talking about old lady? I haven't even read anything about Venus yet, let alone some Ancient civilization!"

"I told you not to slack off." Dana scolded.

"I told you, there's no way I can get through all this in a week! There's no way I'm killing myself just so I can keep up with your stupid lessons! Just let me out of here already." Kirië demanded.

"If you can't answer, I'll have to punish you." Dana warned, her face contorting as she revealed a bit of her true nature.

"H-hey! If you're going to be like this, then at least ask me about something I've actually read already." Kirië tried to bargain.
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"Punishment, then." Dana said, causing a door similar to the one that had dragged Kirië here in the first place to appear. Hands reaching out and grabbing her to pull her and her chair inside. On the other side of the door, the library was replaced by a literal firey hellscape. Much like the scenery, Kirië's clothes changed as well. Instead of the gym uniform she'd been wearing she was now dressed in nothing but a collar with her name on it. With her arms and legs shackled against the arms and legs of a now metal chair, and a tough metal orb filling her mouth. This wasn't merely to prevent the girl from speaking, though Dana was quite tired of hearing the term "old lady", but to prevent her from using the cyanide tablets she kept in her teeth to kill herself in an emergency.

Kirië immediately began to sweat, as the temperature in this place was scalding. But of course, her body wasn't the only thing that quickly heated up. The chair she was sitting on, and the orb in her mouth also started to quickly rise in temperature.

"MMMPHHHH!!! HMMM!! MMMPH!!!" Kirië started to panick, but there was nothing she could do to free herself. She didn't have any magic spells, and there was no way she was escaping this with physical strength, as she had the body of a twelve year old. Even Dana was no where around to save her.

"MMMPHHH!!!! MMMMPHHHH!!!!! MMMPPHHHHH!!!!" Kirië sobbed and thrashed as best she could in her chair, but she couldn't get the chair to budge even a single millimeter. Even if she could move it, she had no idea how to escape this space. She could feel her skin fusing with the chair, the metal ball in her mouth boiling her saliva.

"MMMM!!!!!!"

And she could smell it. The smell of meat cooking. Her own flesh.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kirië screeched as she reawoke inside of the library.

"Oh, you're quite lively aren't you? Get to work, then!" Dana said, slapping Kirië hand with the riding crop.

"Ouch! Y-you. That was the worst death I've ever experienced, you crazy old hag!" Kirië said, angrily sobbing.

"I see." Dana said, giving off a terrifying pressure. "Since you still have the spirit to call me that, I'll have to make the next one even worse." She said, glaring at the little girl with palpable bloodlust.

"EEP!" Kirië shuddered. "Y-you'll see. A-A week is plenty of time! I'll read through this whole library, and pass your stupid test easily." She declared, still sobbing.

"That's the spirit." Dana said, with a tone of genuine encouragement. "You'll become a proper immortal yet." She said, plopping down a huge pile of books.

"Question 1: Name 300 alternate ways inverse Mars could have been sustained."

"Wh-What!? That wasn't the question you asked me last time!" Kirië complained, already starting to tear up.

Despite her declaration she couldn't even make it through 0.4% of the library's contents in that short time frame, spending much of the time just finding information about Venus.

"You can't answer?" Dana sighed. "I'll have to punish you then."

"W-wait! Wait!" Kirië panicked "I-I can answer, just give me a minute." She coughed.

"Calm down and think about this. Even before I came here I saw all kinds of news about this topic, and people had all kinds of ideas on how to handle the situation with Mars, plus I learned a bit about this while studying Venus as well." Kirie thought to herself. "Right, I can answer this."

"Only 247 then?"

"W-wait, I can think of mo-"

*Slap!* Dana brought the riding crop down on Kirië's wrist.

"Too late. In the first place, 29 of the methods you gave me would never have worked effectively."

"Wh-which ones?" Kirië asked. At least if she knew, she could reference it next time.

"That's for you to figure out. Try again next time." Dana said, summoning hands to take her away again.
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"N-no wa- HMMMPPPHHH!!!" Kirië screeched, her attempt at popping one of her tablets quickly ended by one of the hands placing its fingers in her mouth.

Kirië once again found herself naked, clothed only with a self-identifying collar, but this time she found herself in jungle like area. Her arms and legs were spread out wide by ropes, which were tied to 4 stakes that had been pounded into the ground in a square shape. The way they stretched her arms out was already excrutiating for the unathletic girl, but it was about to get worse. This time Dana did join her, but the wooden bit gag in her mouth prevented her from asking for mercy, or complaining about how unreasonable she was being.

Dana approached with a large jar of honey, and a paint brush causing Kirië to shiver in fear, already understanding where this one might be going. As she expected, Dana began to slowly lather the honey all over her tiny body, giving her a gross feeling, and making her blush even harder than she was before. Still, she knew that it was going to get worse soon.

"The insects here have quite the painful bite. Let the memory of this motivate you to be more diligent in your studies." Dana cheered Kirië on, while giving her another glimpse of the dark creature within.

"MMMPHHHH!!!! MMMMMPHHHH!!!!" Kirië sobbed, fogging up her glasses, and shaking her head desperately.

It wasn't until two days later that she finally succumbed. She wasn't even sure if it was the result of her body having been slowly eaten, or the cumulative venom of the insects, or the dehydration and exposure that did her in. All she knew was that it had been awful!
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*Pant Pant*

*Whap!"

"Slacking off already? We've only just begun." Dana scolded Kirië once again.

"Wrong." Dana said, disapprovingly.

"WHY!? You keep changing the questions, and it's always something I haven't studied! How!?" Kirië trembled.

"I'm the Witch of the Rift. Even if I can't remember exactly what happened before you looped I can at least tell how many times you've done it." Dana explained.

"That doesn't explain why you keep changing the questions."

"Of course, I've prepared at least a few million different question sets for you to make sure you're really learning, and I have them each assigned to a different numbered loop. You're not getting out of here until you can answer any question I can ask you." Dana promised, her menacing aura flaring up again as she pried Kirië's mouth open, sensing her attempt at early suicide.

"And of course I've also thought of millions of different ways to kill you."

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Kirië once again found herself collared and gagged, but this time with a ring gag. No jungles or hellscapes this time. In fact, Kirië wasn't sure where she was, as her glasses had been painted over with black ink, and she couldn't see a thing. Some water periodically dripped into her mouth as she was riggedly strapped, arms against her sides and legs together to a table. Kirie wasn't sure what this new torturous death was intended to be, but she was already trembling in anticipation of the awful fate.

But minutes passed...

Then hours....

Then a full day... and that's when she finally realized what was going on. She'd died this way before. In fact, it was the first way she had ever died, and she had grown accustomed to it, though it had been a very long time since she last experienced it and she wasn't looking forward to doing it again. The slow drips of water would serve to sustain her for longer, but eventually she'd succumb to malnutrition or dehydration. Hopefully the latter.

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Kirië came to with tired eyes, and immediately flew into her studies.

"Diligent aren't we?"

"Shut up old lady, I'm trying to study." Kirië said, calmly.

Dana restrained herself from hitting the girl for that comment, choosing to reserve the whip for slacking as she'd promised.

"I hope we see a good result from that."

"I've got to study...study..." Kirië repeated quietly, trembling.
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"STOP IT! What are you thinking!? This is just rape!" Kirië had been left ungagged for the first time in any of these punishments, but she was missing several of her teeth, which had once contained death pills.

This time, she wasn't even tied up exactly, she simply had mittens strapped over her hands to prevent her from fiddling with the collar around her neck, and some toe cuffs locking her big toes together. Dana was currently pounding at her pussy with a strapon, while holding tightly onto a leash around Kirië's neck.

"Is that what I told you to say pig?" Dana scolded.

"Wh-why should I Hrk! l-listen to you when you're just going to kill me any Hng!?" Kirië cried, choking mid sentence as Dana tightened the collar around her neck.

"Do I need to explain to you the implications of us both being immortal? If I continue this punishment for 1000 years will you learn to regret disobeying me?" Dana questioned. "I wonder how much of your lessons you'll remember after 10,000..."

"Hii! O-Oink! Oink!" Kirië obediently "M-more mistress dana! Make this stupid pig feel so good she could die oink!" Kirië glared at the ground as she said it.

"Good girl. Perhaps it'll only take 100 years to fix your attitude after all."

"O-OINK OINK!!!!" Kirië squealed, instantly changing her tone.
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*Sigh* Kirie breathed a sigh of relief. It had taken her ten years to finally convince Dana to rape her to death, and send her back to the library. What's more, upon arrival she'd wisely chosen to end her life at the three day mark, instead of waiting the full week to do it. To her surprise it actually worked and Dana hadn't prevented her from returning here. If she kept up with this, she might even be able to avoid any more painful and humiliating deaths. She lightly smiled, happy to finally have one over the old lady.

"Question one: Why did you initiate your loop before a week passed?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"I've decided not to kill you for anything other than a failed test, but you seem to have initiated your loop before the full week expired. The only conclusion is that you killed yourself." Dana said, flaring her dreaded aura.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Kirië responded.

"Wrong." Dana said simply.

"N-No! Wait! F-Fine! I'll take your test now! I only got three days this time, so it's only fair if you at least give me a chance!" Kirië begged.

"You've already failed." Dana said, her face pitch black and featureless her dark form started to surface againm and she glared down at the girl.

The pressure this time was enough to stun Kirië into silence, but Dana managed to suppress her anger, returning her face to that of the sexy dominatrix.

"As punishment, you get to start over from scratch." Dana said calmly.

"WHAT!?"

"First I'll erase your memories of this library, then I'll spank you for a few millenia to make sure you never try something like this again."

"Y-You can't be serious. I even got some questions right last time! I thought you were trying to teach me. What use is it if I forget everything I just learned!?" Kirië begged.

"Oh, but I'm teaching you a very important lesson." Dana explained. "I'll give you a taste of the endless suffering a weak immortal must endure..."

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"The library's sinking!?" Toph exclaimed, springing into action to stop said library's sinking.

By planting her feet to the ground and inserting her hands into the stone building, she was able to hold the massive building in place, slowing its descent. However, soon as she'd twisted the sand around her to create a more stable foothold she heard her friend's Sky Bison Appa behind her, groaning out another warning.

"What is it now!?" She wondered, extremely preoccupied.

Typically, Toph would be the first to notice something off about her surroundings, but she was currently forced to face forwards in order to hold up the massive building, and more importantly she was blind. Typically she'd "see" by utilizing vibrations in the Earth, but she was surrounded by sand, which made everything unclear. She could only vaguely feel the rush of sand signalling someone, or something approaching her as she was distracted by the library.

"Who's there!?" She asked, her voice drowned out by the rushing sand.

While she could feel the two sand ships circling herself and the library, she didn't even notice as several weighted ropes were thrown right towards her. Appa however, had clearly noticed them, and managed to blow several of them away before they could reach the small distracted girl.

"What?" Toph said, noting the fuzzy impact of the sand bags hitting the ground. "What gives!?" Toph demanded, aware that they might have collided with her if not for Appa's interference.
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Normally, she'd be happy to take these guys on, but she was way too busy to be dealing with this right now. Her friends were still in that building, and she was the only one who could hold it up until they came out. Luckily, Appa hadn't managed to blow all of the ropes away, as they were partially controlled via sand bending, allowing one of them to perfectly wrap itself around Toph's leg.

"Hey!" Toph said, twisting her foot and manipulating the Earth beneath her to try and root herself more firmly to the ground.

Appa meanwhile managed to blow one of the three sand ships off course, causing the men onboard to miss their aim in a second throw, but he wasn't able to stop the second or third group as they threw their ropes at the girl, this time hitting their mark. Toph couldn't resist as the rope wrapped around her torso and cinched her outstretched arms together, almost yanking them away from the library. Toph just barely managed to keep her stance, with her elbows now touching, forcing her to bend her arms inwards instead of fully extending them. While she was still able to hold the library in this position, it was quite difficult and it was starting to sink faster.

"Knock it off! My friends are in here!" Toph said, unable to drop her stance, and fight back. All she was able to do was twist her other foot into the ground to prevent any further loss of integrity.

"We heard your parents are missing you. We're just here to help send you home." One of the men said, jumping off of his ship, and bending the sand around the girl. With some smart motions he was able to turn the hardened Earth that Toph had created beneath herself back into soft sand.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing? Knock it off!" Toph said, acrobatically turning to kick with her free leg, sending a blast of sand towards her attacker. Fortunately, it completely missed him as she was unable to aim accurately in this loose grainy sand.

"Shoot!" Toph cursed, stomping the sand hard to try and firm it up again, as she reinserted her bound arms into the library's side. She managed to once again slow the library's descent, but the sand remained loose beneath her, and she wasn't able to fix her balance.

"We've got her! Pull!" The man said.

Using their bending the men pulled back on the sandbags tied to the end of their ropes, and yanked the girl fully away from the building's tower. Appa, who had been distracted with the other boat turned his attention back to Toph who was being pulled away, and the library which was now rapidly sinking. He attempted to blow the men away from the girl, but using their own bending to anchor their feet to the ground they were able to safely reel her in.

"No! Hey! Everyone you have to get out of there now!" Toph yelled desperately. "Appa! Help!"

"Put a muzzle on her." The man giving orders shouted, prompting one of the men to use his bending to create a hard gag around her lower face.

"MPHH!" Toph tried to call out to Appa who was desperately attempting to stop the building's sinking by grabbing it from the tip. When that failed he had to switch to using his tail to blow as much of the sand away from the building's window as possible barely managing to keep the one exit exposed. All he could do as he desperately continued blowing the sand away, was watch as Toph was dragged away by the bandits.

"Nice job guys!" One of the sand benders cheered. "Once we get this little run away back to those guys who were looking for her we're gonna have a huge payday on our hands!"

All of the men cheered, while their little catch was struggling, suspended upside down from one of the masts. She had been unable to see Appa's desperate attempts to stop the library from sinking, she was only able to feel it as it went deeper and deeper into the earth. She needed to get back there, and make sure her friends were okay.

"But seriously, this girl's parents must be loaded. I wonder why she ran away." One of the men wondered.

"Beats me. Her parents can ask her all about it once she's home."

"If I was her folks she'd definitely have a spanking or two in store for her." One of the men laughed.

Toph growled as the men continued to talk about her as if she wasn't there.

"Haha. Anyways, we're coming up to town. Let's just leave her tied up like this so she'll be easier to spot for those bounty hunter guys."

"Sounds good."

A couple hours later, Toph was finally completely still. She had been bucking and squirming, in fury and panic. She hated this, position, not only because she was tied up but because the complete lack of foot contact with the ground meant she was truly blind. Not to mention she still had no idea what had happened to her friends after she was taken.

"That girl you have there." An old well dressed man approached, interested in the young girl.

"Oh! Finally! You must be one of those bounty hunters." The sand bender assumed. "Here to take this girl back to her parents right?"

"Oh, why yes of course. That'd be me. Oh, this troublesome runaway child. Umm... Yes..." He said, taken away with watching Toph's labored breathing.

Toph's ears perked up a bit as she listened to him speak. Even without her "sight" she could tell there was something off about the way this guy talked, but she didn't even have the strength to grunt loudly at this point.

"Mmmmm" She groaned, glaring at the man.

"Well, we caught her for you. I think it's only fair if you share a bit of the bounty with us."

"Yes, yes, the bounty... Right." He said, taking out a fat stack of coins and placing them in the man's hand.

"Whoa! How much is in this?" The sandbender said, shocked at the weight of the bag.

"Oh, I'm quite sorry. How much was that bounty again?"

"You're asking me? Hey, come to think of it aren't you supposed to have a partner?"

"Mmmm....." Toph moaned.

"Oh, he's... well yes he's busy. Anyways, now that I think of it, I'm sure that was the proper amount. Yes. I'll be taking the girl now."

"Yeah... Sure thing." The sand bender said, untying the rope keeping her tethered to the mast, and slowly lowering her just enough for the man to grab her and fling her over his shoulder.

*SLAP!*

The sandbender reeled back a little as he heard the man loudly slap Toph on the rear as he began to walk off. He was unable to see the rough groping she was recieving, but the spanking alone was enough to make him raise an eyebrow.

"What th-" He started to say.

"Oh, you naughty naughty child. Your parents shall give you much worse than this when they get a hold of you, yes they will." He said, slapping her again on the rear.

"Oh. Guess that's why she ran off." The sandbender said, scratching his head as he watched the man leave.
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"HMMMPHH!!!" Toph blushed and screeched, as a sticky substance was rubbed all over her bare feet.

The second the man got her into a covered wagon, he immediately began using a knife to cut her clothes away as he ordered his coach to leave town. With her arms already tied behind her back, and her feet tied together it wasn't difficult to add some metal shackles on top of her restraints to keep her in place. He also blessed her with a metal collar attached to a chain, the other end of wich he looped around the bars of a cage small cage. Using a hammer and chisel he carefully removed the sand gag from her. As she began to scream out a barrage of complaints, he simply took advantage of her lack of eyesight to stick a more permanent leather panel gag into her mouth, and strap it tightly around her head. Finally, with some added shackles for her thighs he was able to pull her legs back, and affix them to the bars of the cage behind her back, forcing her to lift and spread her legs, presenting her naked feet and butt to him.

"To think I'd find The Blind Bandit, on display in such a place." The travelling trader said, gleefully.

"I'm sure I can sell you for twice what I paid." He said, roughly pressing his thumb into the soles of her uber sensitive feet, the sticky substance causing a strange tingling sensation.

"I've watched a few matches of yours, and I think I was able to figure out your gimmick." He said, with the voice of an excited fan. "It's these beautiful feet of yours. You can feel the earth through them can't you?"

"HMPH!" Toph screeched, less concerned with his words and more concerned with his rough handling of her precious soles.

She used her feet to see, and this rough handling of them was the equivalent of poking her in the eyes. Even if she was finally able to touch the ground again, she doubted she'd be able to properly feel again for hours. That isn't even mentioning the fact that he was absolutely right about her feet being ultra sensitive. This hurt! No one could have blamed her for finally breaking into tears at this. She could endure everything else that happened, but handling her feet like this was worse than simply hurting her pride. It was like stomping on her whole identity. They were everything to her. The only reason she was able to bend. The only reason she was able to function without relying entirely on others like her parents expected her to.

"HMMPPPHHH!!!" She screeched, as he pushed down on a pressure point near her heel.

"Judging by your reactions I believe my theory was correct." He said, "No I'm certain of it!" He said, rubbing his fingers through her toes, making sure the substance was lathered on every bit of skin.

In the process, he was also rubbing off every bit of soul left clinging to her once dirty feet. While it might seem a silly thing to be upset about, the way the girl's feet were slowly being cleaned was causing her even more distress. With this she was truly losing her last connection to the earth, as the little bits of dirt clinging to her soles were the only piece of earth she could still feel.

"Oh, there's no need for all that crying." The man said, as he finished up with his hands. "This'll cheer you right up." He said, switching to using a brush to spread the substance over her.

"Hmhmhmhmhmhm" Toph giggled lightly behind her gag as she was tickled.

"Yes, yes. That's better." He said, manipulating a second thin brush through the girl's toes.

"Hmhmhmhmhmhm!!!" Toph screeched, rattling her cage as she tried to get away.

"Very good. Very good." He said, cheerfully.

"HMMMPH! HMMHMMHMHMPH!" Toph cried, and thrashed as best she could, but she couldn't escape the tickling.

"Yes, your reactions are exquisite." He said happily.

"HY-MPH!! HMHMHMHMHMMMMPH! HMMPH!"

"Ah, it's finally starting to dissolve." He said, sure enough the sticky substance seemed to slowly disappear as it soaked its way into the girl's skin.

Without warning the man turned the brushes around backwards jabbing the girls soles several times with the thin wooden brush.

"HHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!" Toph screamed at the top of her lungs, this being the worst feeling she'd experienced so far.

Forget poking her in the eyes. This was like stabbing her in the eyes, then twisting the knife. As her scream died down, she could only pant and wheeze into her gag as she attempted to process the pain that still stung her tingling soles.

"Perfect. I think I'll release you now." The girl should have been happy to hear those words, but she was still in shock and unable to even understand what he'd said.

Just as promised, the man released her collar and thigh shackles from the back of her cage, and allowed her to lower her legs and spill out of the cage. The girl instinctively avoided allowing her feet to touch the floor of the carriage as they still smarted from the earlier jabs.

"Did you hear me? You're free! Show me The Blind Bandit's prowess." He goaded her, his words finally getting through.

"Hmph." Toph struggled for a moment.

She was still not truly free as her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and her legs still hobbled together, but she could still fight like this if she was able to escape the carriage and make contact with the actual ground.

"Hrmph." She grunted, as she forced herself to stand.

She fully intending to risk jumping straight into a wall for the slim chance that she could guess at where the back of the carriage was. She even resolved herself to fight through the pain in her soles, but it turned out to not be enough. As soon as she had placed her full weight upon them it hit her. She was able to feel the Earth, even through the rocking of the carriage. She could even tell where the exit was... but.

"HMMMMMPPPHHHH!!!" It was too much.

Not only did the simple act of standing cause her immense pain, but the sensory overload wracked her brain and made her lose balance. It was awful. To think that regaining her "sight" could be a bad thing. What did this man do to her feet!?

"It worked! It worked!" The man clapped.

"I've done my fair share of dabbling with Chi techniques. It seemed a shame to block your chi and take away your feet's special quality so I opted to enhance them instead." He explained. "However, I'm afraid combining the pressure points with that herbal concoction might have been a bit much for a little girl to handle though." He lamented.

"Poor girl. Blind and now you'll likely never be able to walk on those feet again..."

"HMMMMPHHHH!" Toph weeped, rolling naked on the carriage floor, lifting her legs of her own accord.

"Now I can be of a clear conscience that you won't cause any troubles for your future owner." He said, with a sigh of relief. "Let's get you back in your cage then."

Toph thrashed for all she was worth, but there was nothing she could do as she was locked inside, and carried away forever.

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"Oh, Kokoro how long are you going to keep moping around over here?"

"......................................................................................................"

"If you miss him so much, maybe I can just make you another one. This one'll be just for you, so there'll be no need for jealousy."

"......................................................................................................."

"Augh, you're really no fun you know that?" Yoru pouted.

"........................................................................................................"

*Sigh* "I'm saying I want to thank you. We're finally free, and it's all thanks to you. It's not like I care about your happiness, but I'm tired of you just looking at this hole all day."

"........................................................................................................"

"Ah, I know exactly what to do with you. I'm a little lonely now that he's gone, and I've already killed everyone else I know, so why don't you come with me?" Yoru offered.

"......................................................................................................."

"It's a shame, since I appreciated the way you thought about him, but if you're going to stay like this, I'll just have to delete your memories of him... Consider it my way of saying thanks." Yoru said, grabbing Kokoro by the sides of her head.

"...................................................................................................."

"Hmph!" Yoru grunted in annoyance, and used her powers to erase Kokoro's memories of the past several days.

"Wh-where am I? Where is..." Kokoro thought for a second, then used her powers to see the future to try and find a way to stop Ikariya's murder spree... but she couldn't see anything... A sign that there was no path to defeat Ikariya.

"I'm too late to stop him?" She would have sunken to her knees, but she was already there.

"What are you talking about?" Yoru questioned.

"Who are you?" Kokoro asked quietly then sunk her head. "It doesn't matter, it's too late to stop him..." She lamented.

"I'm Yoru. Don't you remember me?" Yoru wondered

"Yoru? The one who taught me about the contract?" Kokoro asked, surprised though she didn't show it much on her face.

"That's me." Yoru smiled.

"Then if anyone knows if there's still a way to stop hi-"

"There's no need for that anymore." Yoru explained.

"What do you mean? I can't see any futures. You can't mean." Kokoro wondered.

"You're right, but wrong?" Yoru said coldly. "First, you already stopped Subaru days ago." Yoru explained causing Kokoro to perk up a little bit. "And second, everyone you were trying to save is already dead." Yoru said coldly

"What?" Kokoro said, breaking out into a cold sweat.

"Oh, don't get like that again! I thought I just dealt with that." Yoru frowned, her expression slowly turning hostile.

"......." Kokoro frowned.
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Suddenly crystalline stone jutted out from behind Kokoro, gripping the back of her head, and the sides of her face like a large hand, and then pulling her head backwards to force her to look up toward Yoru. Simultaneously two other crystals engulfed the girl's arms and pulled them out to the sides.

"I said no more of that..." Yoru glared at the girl.

"Hngh!" Kokoro grunted in pain.

"I did you a favor, you know? I went out of my way to help you right? So why are you still ignoring me? He kept ignoring me for other people too you know? I'm tired of always being left out. If you're not going to even thank me, then maybe I should just kill you?"

"D-did you kill everyone else too?" Kokoro asked.

"Everyone else huh? Everyone else... I see... I guess I want to kill you now..." Yoru decided, sending a sharp crystal right towards Kokoro's neck, which stopped just short of piercing it.

"But you know what? Even after killing Yugo, and making that Sora disappear something doesn't feel right. Do you know what it is?" Yoru genuinely asked.

"I don't even know my own feelings..." Kokoro frowned.

"You're useless then..." Yoru sighed, the crystal moving close enough to prick Kokoro's neck.

"Hmph." Kokoro grunted, trying to pull away from the sharp stone but the rocks holding her head in place were already pulling it back as far as they would allow it to go.

"I know." Yoru said, pacing with her arms behind her back. "I'll give you one last chance." She said, turning back towards the girl.

"Become my pet, and I'll let you live. Promise you'll live the rest of your life devoted to me, and only me." She said.

"I-hm" Kokoro mmphed into a crystalline gag that formed around her mouth.

"Wait, Kokoro. Before you answer you should think about whether you want to live or not... Try using your power, to see what you should do." Yoru advised.

Kokoro's power allowed her to see the path to her desired future. As Yoru advised, she decided to take a look before answering. As she expected there was no way to escape, but there was at least a way to survive.

"Did you find it?" Yoru asked, removing the gag.

"Yes... I'll be your pet." Kokoro said. She wasn't a very expressive girl, but even still the fear was evident in her eyes.

"Good girl. You and me are going to play games together until I get bored of you. This time you get to be my pet." Yoru said excitedly, making the crystalline structure wrap around Kokoro's neck to become a collar, while releasing the rest of the restraints.

"I wonder what role I should give you next time? Maybe a maid? A doll?" Yoru said, pacing around. Kokoro meanwhile sat obediently still on the ground. "Or maybe you don't like being my pet? Maybe you want to run away from me, or ignore me like everyone else?" Yoru said, moving her face closer to Kokoro's

"Well, if you don't want to be my pet why don't you use your powers to find a way out of it?" Yoru suggested, and implicitly commanded the girl to do just that.

"I saw it." Kokoro admitted.

"Hmm? That's weird. I'm sure a girl like you wouldn't be able to sneak away from me like that... and now that you've agreed to be mine, I won't let you die even if you beg me." Yoru said, puzzled.

Kokoro knew the reason for the discrepency, and it caused her to tremble in fear. She saw the whole world engulfed in the madness inducing fog, a byproduct of the contract bearers using their powers. And she saw herself, weeping, her naked body covered with scars. Then, finally, she saw herself begin to chuckle as she was slowly driven mad by the fog. That was her escape.

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"Your payment is higher than necessary again today. You're not working too hard are you?" Mistress asks me, her dark kind eyes sparkling with genuine concern for me, her lowly slave. I can't take it. The way the light of the setting sun sparkles against her raven hair. It's so sinful, to lust after one's master this way... But I just want to devour her.

"Please don't worry about me, mistress. My only interest is in repaying my debt to you as soon as possible." I lie, as I give her my most refined and elegant bow. Even as her slave I need to make sure to give her a good impression of myself. I'm so close to paying off my debt, and gaining the same station as her. It would be the worst if I offended her as a slave, and lost my chance to woo her forever.

"Are you sure? You've been paying me so well in advance, there's no need to push yourself so hard." The way she clenches her fist as she speaks. That adorable look of compassion on her face. I just know I'm blushing, but I can't hide my face!

"Why not take it easy, and just work here with me for a little while? If you work with me for a month, I'll even consider it your last payment." She offers most generously. "You'll be free." She smiles lightly toward me.

"I-I just can't take advantage of any more of your kindness mistress." I have to refuse, even though I'd love the chance to spend more time with her. I've already begun to regret it, but there's no way I can achieve my true goal while remaining her slave. I must become her equal if I truly intend to woo her.

"But once I've paid off my debt... If mistress would have me." I cutely grab my arm and twist a little back and forth. I don't have the same type of sexy body that my mistress has, but even though I hate it, I have confidence in my girlish cuteness at least. Even if she won't take me seriously as a romantic partner, for now I can at least try to activate her protective instincts.

"I-I would love to... but I'm not sure if..." Mistress' lip quivers as she hesitates to finish her sentence. I understand, she's also been struggling with money recently, though she tries to hide it.

"Yes, I'd love to work with you." Her innocent smile is just too much!

"I'm looking forward to it!" I smile back to her.

This country allows one to pay off their debts by temporarily selling themselves into slavery. Of course, it's an easily exploitable system. Even if a contract is signed to protect the slave's rights there's no telling if the master will really uphold their terms of the deal. It's hard to prove a breach, and the government tends to take their side when it comes to disputes after all. That's why I'm so grateful to my mistress. She's been nothing but kind to me, since I signed her contract. Surely that kindness is the reason she's currently struggling with money right now. She was so generous to offer me money, when I was at my lowest point and with such good terms too. She just lets me do whatever I want, as long as I pay my debts back to her on time.

If only those useless leeches were as diligent about paying off their debts as I am! My parents owned a large business, but when they died in an accident I was left to manage it all by myself. I didn't have any idea what I was doing, so I ended up over-investing. It wasn't completely my fault. I did the math. Everything should have worked out, if I only I received the expected revenue I could have paid off any debts at the end of the month. The problem is that my revenue stream relied on those useless slaves making their payments on time! So many of them defaulted on their loans, that I couldn't make my payments anymore. Selling them off to cover their debts wasn't even an option. Most of them were old hags that no one wants to buy, so I'd end up selling them at a loss which I absolutely couldn't afford to do. Even if I did decide to sell them at a loss, it would be impossible to find buyers for all of them before the creditors started knocking on my door.

But I can't blame the lazy slaves for everything, either. My parents also had a massive secret debt that they never told me about, that I was forced to inherit along with the business. If it was only my stupid spending or those useless subhumans, I could have offered some of my assets as collateral or something to deal with it, but that secret debt, that secret debt owned by that awful, vile woman left me with no way out! I can still remember how she taunted me every day.

"You know the only reason I gave your stupid parents that loan is because they offered you as collateral." "They never made their payments on time, because they never really loved you." "You should enjoy the nice weather, because it may be the last time you see the sun." "Oh my, does the little kitten think it can speak?" "Why do you wear clothes like that, when you have nothing to hide?" "Oh, you're crying? I can't wait to make you scream too."

How awful! Who says those kinds of things to a grieving girl!? It still makes me cry just thinking about what that awful woman would have done to me if my mistress hadn't bought out my debts. Thanks to that, I've slowly been able to deal with things. All it took was a few risks, and a little restructuring. I just had to think about whether those useless wenches might have some assets to offer me other than their own bodies, and that demon lady's terrible words ended up being just the idea I needed to turn things around.
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They might not be worth anything themselves, but most of them had families. When I offered to forgive their debts in exchange for one of their daughters, they happily accepted. Converting one of my assets into a slave brothel wasn't difficult either. I do feel bad for the girls. If your parents sell you, you don't get the chance to pay off your debts anymore, so for them there's no way out. But I can't help it! This is what I need to do to survive. I can never go into debt again, or I'll be the one to suffer! Not every master is as kind as mistress. I just know that awful woman hasn't given up on me either. Her lackeys are always secretly watching me. I know it! Besides, I found out that my parents really did offer me as collateral.

I'm not proud of it, but I used growth suppressing drugs on the girls so that they stay profitable. It would usually be difficult to find such rare drugs, but it was easy in my case. The supplier introduced themselves and told me about how they knew my parents... and how my body was proof of the drugs effectiveness... They laughed at me when I cried, but they offered me a discount, so I couldn't complain. The drugs were still expensive, but it's worth it since younger women and girls are more popular, and this helps me to ensure future profits. I can even take advantage of it, by adding the drug to their debts in exchange for an extension on their deadline. It's still a problem when those women don't pay me back, but I've been much more careful these days. There's no way I'm going under again. No way!

That's why I check in on my assets every day, especially the brothel. It's a good thing too, since today I went in to find the place a total mess! To start with, the stench was awful! This is why I have slaves here, specifically to clean and keep the place in order! Why were there girls tied up all over my tables!? Some of the girls were even leaking right on top of them! We serve food here, too you know! This is why those useless slaves could never pay off their debts! They can't even keep my building clean!

"Hey you!" I yell to wake up one of the waitresses, a blonde bimbo, tied up on the floor leaking onto the carpet.

"You know you're not for sale don't you? Your job is to clean, and serve and make sure this place keeps running you stupid slut!" I'm almost crying, I'm so angry! Why is this stupid woman having sex when I've already explained her job to her!? Couldn't she have at least gone to one of the rooms first!? That's what they're for! Not the lobby!

"WAKE UP!" I have to slap her to get her to actually come to.

"Hrm... Hiii!" She yells right into my ear when she wakes. Annoying!

"What's going on here!? Didn't I tell you when you started that you're not for sale!? Did you want sex that much!?" This harlot!

"I-I'm so sorry! I-I tried to explain to them, but they just wouldn't stop." She tried to make excuses, but the real reason this happened is obvious the next time she opens her mouth.

"B-but they paid. They paid lots! I made f-f-fifty gold with my own body. Y-you'll count that towards my debt won't you?"

"WHAT!?"

"Y-you have to! It's almost half my whole debt. You can't just ignore it right?"

"I get it! I'll take your stupid payment, but first I'm going to subtract for all the damage you've done to my store!"

"O-of course mistress! Of course!" She says with a disgusting smile on her face.

It took me and the slaves hours to clean the place up. It turns out all the girls had been offered exorbitant amounts of money to pull this stunt. It seems like some nobles were using my store for an orgy party or something. Gross. There's no way we're opening up tomorrow. Those guys broke my dishes, destroyed some of the furniture, damaged the walls, and hurt some of my girls.They'll be fine, but I at least need to give them some time to rest. On the bright side, they really did pay enough to make up for it. Even accounting for the damages, a lot of the girls made enough money to free themselves in one night. No wonder they were so willing to let those brutes ransack my building. I'm a little upset that those guys think they can treat my slaves and my business like this just because they have money, but I can't say they're wrong either. The money I made from this is even enough to pay off mistress and then some! I'm still angry, but it seems like everything works out in the end!

I did it! I paid off all of my debts. Mistress' surprised face was so cute when I paid off my debt, and she was even happy for me! Now I can start to work with her. I bet I can even help her with her own money troubles now, if we combine our businesses together. Maybe one day she'll even see me as a woman, instead of just some poor child...
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I'm scared... I'm scared! This isn't fair! I did everything right! I paid off my debts fair and square! You can't just kidnap me! Mistress, please save me! Save me!

"Did you think you got away from me?" It's that monster!

"You're so silly. I never cared about your debt in the first place. You should have been investing in security." Stop making fun of me! Let me go!

"You really thought I'd let you cheat on me with that bitch didn't you?" I don't belong to you! I don't! We did nothing wrong!

"Well, I can't really blame her. You are such a cutie after all." DON'T TOUCH ME!

"So I have a deal for you. That woman is in debt to me, you know?" Mistress!?

"But you know what? She wouldn't agree to use you as collateral. I guess that whore likes you more than your parents did." NO! I DON'T WANT THIS! MISTRESS!

"So I'm going to offer you a special deal. Sign this little document, and you get to be my slave forever!" STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP! STOP!

"In exchange I'll forgive her debt. I'll even let her have half your assets. Doesn't that sound great?" I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! LIAR! PERVERT!

"Oh! I guess I should take your blindfold off so you can see what you're signing. Haha."

"See? Everything I told you is true." It really is true...

"I only care about you after all. As long as I can rape you in front of her, and show her who your REAL owner is I don't care what else happens." I'm scared. I'm scared! I'm scared!

"Don't worry. Aside from feeding that beggar, there's benefits for you too!" Why is she hitting me!?

"If you sign it, I'll let you rest for 3 whole hours. Doesn't that sound great?" NO! This isn't fair! This isn't fair!!! Mistress... Help...

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"I almost forgot, you guys need to eat don't you?" Malroth said, crossing her arms.

The builder responded with a grumble of her stomach, and a head knod.

"Hmmm... Well, I guess I ought to get you guys fed. I really wouldn't like it if you guys died." Malroth admitted.
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She currently had two girls downstairs in her dungeon being periodically tortured by zapphire powered contraptions. Every thirty seconds the insertions in their anus and vagina, as well as their collars, ballgags, and nipple piercings would light up with the magic power of the Zapphires to shock them at the same time. Furthermore, they were both still sitting on a wooden horse, with strings attaching their clamped nipples together. Malroth had only remembered them when she thought of a new way to torture them.

The builder was in a better position. She was simply tied to a chair rigged with a couple vibrating insertions in her bottom holes. Of course there was no seat to the chair, simply some arms and a back, so the only thing supporting her were those insertions, but otherwise the little girl had nothing tormenting her.

"What? You want to come with me?" Malroth said, reading her wordless expressions flawlessly "Then you'd better think of something to keep yourself horny. The books says it's important you stay that way 24/7 or you'll 'forget your place'. I'm not really sure what that means, but if it means you're not going to blush and squirm anymore then I'm not letting it happen." She explained.

Quickly, the builder got an idea in her head, a lightbulb going off above her. Malroth noticing placed her book below her bare feet, and put a pen between her toes to allow her to write it down. She wasn't willing to untie her just yet.

"You invented 'Egg vibrators' huh? Cute, but I was thinking something a bit heavier. I guess those'll be good for your break times..." Malroth tilted her head in thought. "I guess I better think of something for now. Yeah, that should work."

Malroth lead the little builder along on a leash. She was strapped in piddlefours that kept her on all fours, and she had a chastity belt with a large vibrating butt plug and dildo attached. She had fully embraced her status as a dark bunny, so the builder's collar featured an evil looking rabbit eared girl with antenna hair matching Malroth's own to signify ownership. The builder was also fitted with a cute set of black bunny ears which were attached to fluffy sound-blocking earmuffs, as well as a blindfold and black ballgag to keep her focused on her arousal.

"I'll have to move a lot slower since I'm taking you with, but it's not like anyone's going to starve that quickly. I even put those two on the spanker instead of the zapper, so they should be fine for a while."

Malroth had an idea for two new slaves to add to her empire, but she also needed to grab some seeds and food supplies so that they could really keep her subjects taken care of. That meant hopping on the boat, and taking a trip to the island of awakening to pick up all the supplies the builder left there. Captain Brownbeard was surprised when he saw the state of the builder, but the cowardly captain wasn't really inclined to probe. He just assumed the two of them had some hobbies he didn't know about, and let it be that.

Upon arrival, Malroth tied the builder to a post on the doc and headed off to grab some food. Upon reaching the farm and seeing the pet bowls she came up with the perfect idea on how to feed her subjects in the future while making sure they didn't get any crazy delusions of grandeur. She simply grabbed all the supplies she would need from the chests without even bothering to talk to any of the residents. She was in too much of a rush to get the builder her own little pet bowl, and a bit of leftover chop gooey to tide her over. Despite her words she was a bit worried that she hadn't eaten for too long, and it was necessary to feed her. The builder was a good girl so she thankfully didn't have to worry about her screaming or complaining even after she removed her gag. She just started to cutely stuff her face, as she smelled the meal placed in front of her.

As the builder enjoyed her slop, Malroth got started calling her three new slaves to her party via the resident's roster, and reassigned them to her empire. The girls in question were the little cook Lillian, the Farming girl Rosie, and the original sexy bunny herself Babs. Of course Lillian and Rosie would be in charge of producing and preparing meals, but while Babs also had the skill to rival Lillian in the kitchen, her job was to be a sexy server. It only made sense for her empire to have slaves reserved to more specific jobs. Of course, they all had their own reactions when they saw the humiliated builder leashed up like an animal, but Malroth held all the cards here, especially when Babs decided to speak up first.

"Why Malroth, I didn't think our little builder could look any lovelier, but ye've really outdone yerself with that outfit Malroth."

"Eh?" All three of the other girls, and Captain Brownbeard who was standing nearby responded in surprise at Babs' seeming support of the builders treatment.

"Well, the second I laid eyes on 'er I've just wanted to eat 'er up." She admitted with a blush. "Ah'm proud of ye Malroth."

"Really? Thanks, I guess."

"Hey, Babs are you serious? She doesn't look like she's having fun over there." Rosie tried to argue with a much deeper blush.

"Y-yeah, that's no way to treat a lady." Lillian said, trying to sound imposing while hiding behind the older Rosie who herself was trying to hide behind babs.

"Well it looks plenty fun ta me." Babs replied, not caring for the other two's fear.

"Hah! I knew you'd understand Babs." Malroth said, with a smile. "You're exactly the kind of person I need at my empire. Would you help me tie up those two so I can get them ready for work? I have a feeling they're not going to cooperate."

"Sure thing Malroth. Us bunny gals've gotta stick together." Babs said, gratefully accepting the bondage gear Malroth tossed her way.

Little Rosie, and the even smaller Lillian didn't stand a chance at resisting. Neither of them had any combat experience whatsoever, while Malroth was a former(?) god of destruction, and Babs was a bit of a scrapper herself. Babs went after Lillian, having no problem subduing the squirming loli and getting her out of her little dress. Once she got her hog tied wrists to ankles, and a snug little crotch rope she finished off with a few good slaps on the rear. Meanwhile Malroth caught Rosie and obliterated her outfit before getting her set up with a simple armbinder and collar combo.

"Malroth, don't ya think ye're being a little gentle?" Babs wondered, lightly pulling on Lillian's crotch rope to get her to open her mouth up for an oversized ballgag.

"Wa-" Rosie started, not even finishing one word as Malroth stuffed a bit gag in her mouth and pulled it behind her head.

"She's already so weak, I'm not sure if she'll be able to handle her job if I don't treat her carefully." Malroth explained.

"Aww, she'll be fine. Ye're real good at making them 'ealing medicines ain't ya?" Babs suggested.

"Hmmm... I guess you're right."

"Ye're new to being a woman, but I've got a whole lifetimes experience be'ind me. If you need some advice on 'ow to take care of these girls I'll 'elp you out in a 'eartbeat. I know just what we can take, and what'll get us goin'." Babs offered.

"Really? I think I'll take you up on that." Malroth agreed.

Back at the empire Lillian was locked up in a hot kitchen with nothing but a naked apron on, rushing frantically to get some more meals cooked. She had only 5 mouths to feed, including her own and excluding Malroth who didn't eat, but her last several meals had all been rejected. Even though Malroth didn't need to eat, she insisted on tasting the meals herself, and her strange taste buds demanded a meal similar to the one that the culinarily challenged Lulu had concocted for their beach picnic. Ironically Malroth thought she was performing quality control to make sure her builder only ate the best, not realizing how disgusting a meal that really was. Babs meanwhile, decided to hold off on explaining it to Malroth until after she'd gotten to see everyone's reactions to eating it. Meanwhile she just made her own meals, while Lillian was forced struggle making something gross enough for Malroth.

Yes, Babs was pretty much given free reign to do whatever she wanted, and put in charge of taking care of the other girls. Malroth didn't mind following her advice at all since she really believed her to be an expert, and she wanted to make sure they were taken care of. While Lillian was mostly free to walk and move her arms since she needed them to work, she also had hobble chains on her ankles, and a loose chain binding her wrists just to maintain her slave look. She also had a collar and too-big ballgag locked around her neck and mouth respectively.

Babs on the other hand was allowed to keep wearing her chosen bunny suit, was completely unbound, and other than a collar with the mark of the empire there was no indication that anything had changed for her. She ran around tending to the girls, which often entailed increasing their torments by spanking them or adjusting their bondage. She also made sure they got proper rest and meals, and always spoke kindly to them, but she was extremely strict about making sure they followed the rules. She didn't like seeing them in pain, only pleasure, but she didn't hesitate to spank them and or tell Malroth anytime they did something stupid like speaking during a meal. Of course, it was mostly just Lulu who refused to follow the rules even after days of slavery, but everyone got punished every time she opened her mouth. Then they really got it when Lillian decided to open her own mouth just to tell her to shut up.

Then there was Rosie who was in charge of the farm. She was tied up like a pony girl, and strapped to an incredibly heavy plow that she would slowly drag along to till the field. When she was done with that, Babs would change out her plow for an attachment that watered as she walked. Then finally she was strapped to an enormous harvesting contraption that she was also forced to pull along. Rosie was a small girl, barely even a teenager, and she wasn't all that strong either so the heavy contraptions really put a toll on her and left her extremely tired by the end of the day. What's more as Babs suggested it, she had to deal with a vibrating butt plug and large vibrating dildo the entire time as well, only serving to make her weak at the knees. Plus as Malroth devised it, she was given a shock collar that would shock her when she didn't move fast enough. Luckily it all worked, and Rosie ended up being quite efficient at producing food. With the stores they were building up Malroth thought her empire might even be ready for another expansion.

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"Aww, no need to hide. Come on out."

"We just felt so bad for you when we heard you got kicked out of school."

"Yeah. We'll teach you all kinds of things." The pursuing Kunoichi giggled.

Mirai could only hide. She knew that whatever they were trying to "teach" her couldn't be good. She was already reduced to nothing but her bear panties, and some scraps of her dress covering her chest after narrowly escaping a fight with the older Kunoichi pursuing her. However, there wasn't really any good place to hide. The shinobi that were after her had trapped her and her team in a barrier after discovering their hideout. The barrier took on the appearance of an underground dungeon, and the only place Mirai could find to hide was in a tight hole behind a sewage grate.

The women searching for her were a group of renegade hunters. More specifically they were renegades themselves who hunted down other renegade ninja and forced them to join their team, through forbidden torture and subjugation techniques. Renegade shinobi were considered the worst scum among ninja. While Evil Shinobi were willing to dark underground jobs that Good Shinobi they at least had some structure. Renegades were shunned by both sides, and forced into a position where they would only be hired by the most vile of criminals. When Mirai and her friends were expelled from Hebijo academy for murdering the school's benefactor, they were warned that they would be pursued by "good" and "evil" Shinobi alike, but to think the biggest threat to their Crimson Squad would end up being other renegades.

These women had apparently done their homework too. After creating the barrier, they went off to fight the girls one by one. Mirai had her own opponent who she was unable to damage whatsoever, as she dodged every shot she fired at her, which isn't an easy feat considering her shots home in on the target. Slowly Mirai lost her clothes as the older girl ran circles around her, completely barehanded in spite of the chain and sickle on her hip. Even still Mirai would have continued to fight, but she was forced to retreat and attempt to regroup when one of her opponent's allies showed up holding her leader Homura's most powerful sword with a smug look on her face. If this woman was able to defeat her leader, then there was no way she could take her on, along with the woman she was already struggling to even hit. Now there were three women all looking for her, suggesting that it wasn't just Homura who had already lost her fight. They wouldn't be able to leave the barrier until they defeated the ones who made it, so hiding wasn't helping much, but Mirai could only hope that she'd eventually find a chance to regroup with her team, and turn things around that way.

"Really, though. We wouldn't have to chase her down if you had just beat her faster."

"Yeah, that girl was the weakest one of the group. Why were you struggling so much?"

"Aww, come on. She was so cute, I just had to play with her a bit. Did you see those bear panties?"

"Yeah. Come to think of it, is that kid even old enough to be a shinobi?"

"Wouldn't it be fine if we just left her alone? It's not like she'll be useful."

"Aww, I was thinking about making her my pet, but if it's too much trouble I guess we have to forget about her..."

Mirai started to fume in her hiding place. Even if she didn't have a chance of winning, she couldn't tolerate being ignored, and she hated being treated like a child.

"It is too much trouble. It's not like she can do anything anyway. Let's just ignore her and help out the other two."

"HOLD IT! Don't you even think about ignoring me!" Mirai shouted, bursting out of her grate and aiming all bajillion of her guns towards the three women berating her.

"I'll show y-" Mirai started, but couldn't even finish her sentence before the leader of the renegade group startled her by closing the distance before she'd even seen her move.

"Huh?" Mirai said, stunned as the leader stopped inches away from her face.

"Got you." A voice said into her ear from behind her, as the girl she'd been fighting to start with appeared as well.
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The next thing she knew it, she found herself naked and flipped upside down in the air. Before she even hit the ground the two women had her tied up in a shibari patter with her arms behind her back, and her ankles tied together. Of course, they made sure to make the crotch rope incredibly tight causing Mirai to burst out into tears instantly.

"Kyaaahhh! What the heck is this!?" Mirai screeched. She knew these women were strong, but she didn't think they could move like this!

"A complex developed from bullying. Easy to exploit." The leader said.

"Not very smart is she?" The one renegade who hadn't contributed to her capture said.

"Oh, but she's cute so she doesn't need brains." Mirai's first opponent said, hugging her close and patting her gently on the head. "I'm going to take you home and make you my perfect little doll. You'll be s-" She suddenly collapsed along with her captive.

"This is. No way!" The leader said, attempting to cover her mouth with her clothes to avoid breathing in any fumes. Looking over, she saw that her unhelpful teammate was already on the floor.

"I think I heard something funny..." Haruka said, walking into the room wearing a gas mask while dragging a naked and defeated Renegade by the hair. "You wanted to make my Mirai into a doll?"

"Haruka... sa... ma..." Mirai said weakly, also affected by the invisible gas that had managed to knock out two of the renegades.

"That idiot should have been prepared for your drugs! Why didn't she use her mask?" The leader said, managing to get her own spare gas mask on to deal with these fumes.

"Oh my, you didn't even notice? Did the drugs get to you that much?" Haruka teased, causing the leader of the renegades to notice she wasn't even wearing a mask.

"Wh-" It was too late. The leader's natural resistance had allowed her to last longer, but she ended up going down all the same, paralyzed by the drug.

"The drug enters through the skin." Haruka explained. "Oh dear. If only you dressed more modestly." She lamented.

Haruka was perhaps the last person to say such a thing, her own outfit being extremely revealing. Even worse, since her outfit was in tatters nearly exposing her breasts to the world. Of course, even when it wasn't torn it exposed most of them.

"Oh? Are you curious why I'm still okay?" Haruka asked as the barrier began to disappear signalling that the fifth Renegade must have been defeated at some point as well. "I made an antidote of course." Haruka explained.

"Ah, but I didn't get the chance to test it before you lovely ladies greeted us. It seems there's an awful side effect." Haruka frowned, finally releasing the defeated woman's hair only to kick her hard in the face causing her to slam into the wall of the cave that now surrounded them, after the barrier's disappearance.

"It seems that whoever takes it becomes incredibly sadistic..." Haruka said, ominously looming over the leader of the renegades.

Due to her position on the ground, the woman was unable to see anything but Haruka's shadow and the tip of her shoe as she stood over her. The paralyzing poison prevented her from doing anything other than twitch and move her eyes. Tears began to form in the eyes of the once proud and powerful leader as she was helpless to do anything but stare, unable to do so much as move her own tongue. It all left her feeling incredibly foolish when Haruka completely ignored her, and walked over to the bound, and now paralyzed Mirai.

Mirai lay on her side, drooling steadily through her slightly open mouth as Haruka grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up to face her. Judging by the stinging of her scalp it seemed that this paralyzing drug did nothing to prevent pain. In fact, it might even increase it.

"Mirai-chan. Did you forget who your mistress is?"

"................................................" Mirai tried desperately to answer, even just to shake her head no but she couldn't manage a single movement let alone word.

"Why were you allowing this woman to play with you? I never agreed to share my toy with her did I?"

"............................................" Mirai was completely panicking, though she couldn't express it at all on her face. She knew exactly where this was going. She had endured many punishments from Haruka before, and she didn't want to go through another one especially when something was clearly wrong with her.

"H-Haruka..." Homura said weakly. She had appeared, tied up along with the rest of the team in the cave after the barrier had been released. The gas had mostly dissipated before she appeared, so her weakness was only due to the beating and uncomfortable ropes she had to endure.

"Oh, it seems there are rude people trying to interrupt us." Haruka said, not even acknowledging that the one who just spoke was her own leader.

Without even releasing Mirai's hair she sent her puppets to tie up the invaders, as well as Hikage who was the only member of the Crimson Squad that wasn't tied up yet. As it happens she was still in the middle of her fight with one of the renegades when Haruka coldly drugged them both, and left them paralyzed on the ground without even a word. The puppets just scooped the 8 girls up and whisked them into the back of the cave hideout, where Haruka kept her tools.

"Now I can punish you properly."

Mirai looked into Haruka's eyes with fear hidden behind her frozen expression.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry Haruka-sama! Forgive me!" Mirai had given up on pleading with Haruka to come back to her senses.

"Do you really understand? Mirai-chan!" Haruka said, punctuating her sentence by striping the girl on the rear with a whip.

"I UNDERSTAND! Mirai is Haruka-sama's personal doll! She won't let anyone else play with her without permission!" Mirai shouted submissively.

The drugs had worn off, but still no one could move and aside from Mirai no one could talk either. The other 8 girls were frog tied and gagged, literally forced to watch as Haruka's puppets held their eyes open not even allowing them to blink.

Mirai on the other hand was set up on a small round table, balancing on her knees. Her hand were tied behind her back, and her legs were tied calf to thigh, but best of all her hair was tied to a hook in the ceiling that forced her to stay upright and keep her back straight as Haruka continued to whip her. Haruka had also gone ahead and given her another matching eyepatch, completely blinding the girl.

"Really?" Haruka asked with another whip slash.

"MIRAI IS HARUKA-SAMA'S PERSONAL DOLL! SHE WON'T LET ANYONE ELSE PLAY WITH HER WITHOUT PERMISSION!" Mirai repeated at the top of her lungs, so desperate to announce her status that she nearly passed out from lack of air.

She had said this same line she'd been taught over and over, but Haruka had refused to let up. Perhaps the problem was that she wasn't saying it loud enough?

"I'm not sure you really understand." Haruka said sadly, hitting the girl with the whip again.

"MIRAI IS... Mirai is..." Mirai tried to get the words out, but she didn't have the breath.

*Schwip!*

"Kyah!"

"You don't understand do you Mirai-chan?" Haruka said, with an accusatory tone.

*WHIP!*

"Mirai.... iiiisss..." Mirai gasped as she tried to repeat.

*Swoosh!*

*Swhish!*

*Whip!*

No one could do anything to stop her. Even the ones who were only watching were forced to endure through stinging eyes fully attentive as they waited for the punishment to end. It was the first time Mirai had ever wished she was the one being ignored.

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Sometimes I wonder how it got to this point. When I was younger, I was so innocent but somewhere along the way I spiraled deeper and deeper into the person I am today.

Thinking back it must have started with that first panty theft. That's right, I secretly stole her panties, and saw the innocent confusion on her face when they were no where to be found. I had to hold back a laugh when she assumed she lost them. That led me to stealing another pair just to see more reactions. It eventually lead to me stealing all of the clothes in the locking room while it was girl's swim time. I'm still not sure how I got away with that one.

But I continued to spiral deeper. In the middle of the night, I took the stolen panties and hung them from the flag pole to be seen by everyone the next morning. The screaming, anger and humiliation of the girls from simply having their underwear exposed was another trigger. I wanted to see what would happen if they were really embarrassed. So I snuck a nude photo or two, and stuck them on the outside of their lockers. Just as I expected, the reaction was incredible, but it didn't stop there. Some of the girls were bullied after that, and I didn't even have to lift another finger myself. I got more reactions, and all of it for free. Seeing the effect I could have on them with such a small act, I had to see what would happen if I really messed with them.

So I eventually grew up, and I found her outside walking all by herself in the middle of the night. She was such a small weak looking woman, I thought it'd be easy to sneak up behind her and have my way with her... And of course, I was right. Raping and humiliating her in person was such a special feeling, different from simply causing mischief and waiting to see what happened. But I still wasn't so depraved. When I used my own hands to sully someone's dignity I even felt a bit of guilt.

"No more." I said.

"Just the ones that deserve it." I promised myself.

But I kept finding a reason to justify it.

"They should know better than to walk alone at night."

"She's teasing everyone!"

"She's giving out way too much personal information on social media."

"If you can't even lock your doors properly."

"If you're going to use a lock that's so easy to pick."

"They should at least try getting a room mate so they have some protection."

"Who chooses someone like me as a room mate?"

"What good is a security system if you never use it?"

"What good are cameras if you leave such obvious gaps in coverage?"

I was unstoppable, until eventually I forgot I ever even had rules. If I saw any opportunity, then I took it, even if I had to make my own. Still, I had some morals. I would never go after children. Until I did. After all, her parents left her all alone. Who does that? Still, I decided to give her a chance.

"I'll show my face and everything. If she rats me out I'll just go to jail and that'll be that." I made the ultimatum, scared of the spiral I found myself trapped in, and what I'd become at the end of it.

She was too scared to even report me, or maybe she was too stupid to give a good description? It didn't matter, getting away with it again was the only license I needed to continue. I had gone far beyond the days of simply ignoring reason to cause mischief. Now I was using my reason to cause it in the most efficient ways possible. Just raping them, and seeing the effects wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to personally destroy their lives.

Eventually I got involved in slavery rings, but even then I was passive. I'd simply kidnap a woman or girl, and sell her off. Their new owner would make sure to destroy their lives. I didn't have the stomach to do the kinds of things they would do to them. Until I did.

As I sit here on human chair number 12 writing out my thoughts, on human table number 7 I'm in awe at how deep the spiral can go...

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"Well, the chair was kind of cool, but it's no good if there's only one of them."

*Sigh* "I just hope there's something good in the next one."

The two hobbiests looking through these storage units were Shannon and Claire. Shannon was a brunette who was a little on the shorter side, while Claire was a blonde. A little bit taller than average, but not enough to stand out. They were both dressed in the same outfit, sort of like a uniform. They wore long blue jeans and boots along with a plain black T-shirt and brown gloves. Just some basic clothes that they didn't mind getting dirty, but they liked to match since it seemed more like they were doing something official that way. Buying out these old abandoned units was really just for fun, but they made money back every now and again from selling the contents.

*Shrrrrrrr-ka-chunk.* The sliding door to the storage unit sounded off as it opened to reveal the abandoned contents. It was just a bunch of creepy fetish dolls, and a large flat blackboard.

"Whoa. Guess we found another weird one." Shannon said, seeming more surprised than upset.

"At least it's interesting." Claire said, moving in to get a closer look at one of the dolls.
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"Are they all tied up?" Shannon asked, following behind and looking around at the 50 or so dolls arranged neatly on shelves around the unit.

All of the dolls seemed to share the same all black bondage consisting of an armbinder, blindfold, leg binders, collar, and a ballgag. Curious, Shannon took a small blackhaired doll with elf-like pointy ears off of the shelf, and flipped it over to check the detail on its naked rear.

"Mmmph!"

Shannon and Claire were both surprised to hear a reaction synchronized with the doll being grabbed, but curiously it didn't come from the doll but from the blackboard. Accompanying the sound was a clear and detailed image of a little bound elf on the board, floating in the air upside down, her bare ass facing the two girls.

"Huh?" Shannon said, surprised.

"Whoa." Claire said, not expecting the blackboard to turn out to be a tv.

Shannon absentmindedly squeezed the little doll, causing the girl on the screen to tense up, and make another sound.

"Hoompph!" She seemed to be in a bit of pain.

"Is this." Shannon wondered, flipping the doll right-side up and watching the screen change to match.

"Wow, I thought it was just some creepy old dolls, but is this like some virtual reality thing?" Shannon asked in excitement.

"Let me see." Claire said, rushing over like a child wanting a chance to play with the new toy.

She rubbed it on the head with her finger, and watched on screen as the bound girl moved her head back and forth in rythm to her index finger. There didn't even seem to be any lag in picking up the movements. Not to mention how realistic the girl on screen looked.

"This is actually pretty cool." Claire said.

"I know right?" Shannon agreed, flipping the doll over again.

Using her other hand she flicked the doll on the butt, and watched as the girl's bum jiggled and bounced in reaction, along with an adorable gagged scream. Cool!

"I wonder if all the dolls work like this?" Claire wondered, going to another shelf and picking out a dark skinned doll with straight raven black hair.

Sure enough, as Claire picked up the doll, another figure appeared matching that of the newly activated doll. This was some nice tech!

"This is crazy. Do you remember who this storage unit belonged to?" Shannon asked, giving the doll another flick on the rear.

"Hmemph!"

"Nope. Apparently even the manager forgot who used to own this unit." Claire responded, poking her doll's large chest.

"Grrmf!" The woman on screen growled through her gag.

"It's mad at me?" Claire responded a little put off by the doll giving an angry response instead of a cute little complaint.

Not enjoying being threatened by its ghost, she decided to put the doll back on the shelf she'd picked it up from, and watched as it disappeared from the screen, leaving only the little elf-like girl.

"What, are you scared?" Shannon teased.

"No, it's just not my type." Claire rebutted, grabbing another large breasted doll with curly light blue hair.

The doll gave off the air of a sheltered rich girl, whom Claire assumed might be a bit more docile.

"Hmph!" The new girl on screen gave an indignant little grunt of surprise as she was picked up, and had her breasts fondled.

"This one's better." Claire said, patting it on the head with her finger.

"Haha. Sure." Shannon said, finally flipping her doll right side up again.

"I wonder how many we can get on screen at once." Shannon questioned, patting her own doll on the head.

"It's gotta be some computer or something. Since it's so detailed. I bet it can't handle that many." Claire guessed, and shrugged causing a squeak of surprise as she absentmindedly swung the doll around during her gesture.

"Oh, I have an idea." Shannon said walking over to one of the shelves, with the little elf girl swinging along on screen.

Upon reaching it, Shannon gave the whole shelf a light shake causing a cacophony of squeaks and grunts to fill the unit as the blackboard's image expanded to grow even beyond the size of the board itself. On the screen a group of girls appeared, arranged just as they were, shaking and squirming along with the shelf.

"Holy- This is more impressive than I thought." Shannon said, waiting for the excess images of the shelf bound girls to disappear before she spoke.

"I wonder what happens if we untie them." Claire said.

"Let's see." Shannon said, fiddling with the gag strap on the back of the elf-girl's head.

It was surprisingly difficult to remove, due to the small size, but eventually she got it off. As soon as she did, the girl on screen began to speak.

"Please, help us!" She pleaded, with tears.

"Oh, no I didn't think about how hard it would be to get the gag back on." Shannon said, accidentally dropping it on the floor, where it bounced away from her.

"Here!" She said, pushing the doll into Claire's chest for her to hold onto while she stooped down to try and get the doll from under one of the shelves.

As Claire grabbed the doll, she ended up pushing it together with the other doll, causing the girls on screen to mush their naked skin together.

"We- hmph!" The little elf tried to continue her plea, but was distracted as she suddenly found herself squeezed roughly against the other girl.

"I hope you didn't lose it." Claire sighed.

"Don't worry, I saw where it went." She said, bumping the shelf and causing more gagged complaints, and a bunch of girls to show up, creating a confusion of sounds.

"We've... been... trapped by..." The elf girl forced out, barely able to speak throuh the squeezing. It was hardly intelligible among the louder complaining voices of the other girls.

"Got it!" Shannon said triumphantly, successfully fishing the little gag out.

"Nice." Claire said, also easing up her hold.

"W-We've been trapped by an awful villain who bound us with inescapable bonds linked to your world!" The elf girl spoke quickly and clearly this time. "We can't reach your world to undo the bindings ourselves. Therefore, I beg of y- mph" She gave a little squeak as the gag was shoved back into the doll's mouth.

"So they can talk, and they've got some kind of story." Claire, who was occupied by the screen said as Shannon took back her doll and started fiddling with the gag straps.

"I guess so. Way too creepy if they talk to you though." Shannon said, having a difficult time of it.

"Are you scared now?" Claire teased.

"Don't act like you're not!" Shannon quipped back. "Help me get this thing back on."

"Fine, fine." Claire said, putting her doll back on the shelf and fixing the gag surprisingly easily.

"So what do you want to do? Should we take them home?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, these dolls are pretty fun as long as they don't talk." Shannon replied, finally putting her doll back on the shelf, as the girl on scream sobbed and screamed.

"Do we actually have space for them though?" Claire asked, thinking back on how much stuff they'd recently procured. Soon enough they'd need their own storage unit for the stuff they got out of storage.

"Hmm... It might be tight, but I think they'll still fit in the closet."

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NOTICE:

An update to the Vulnerable and Endangered Species List has been submitted to include sentient species that were once excluded from potential inclusion. Due to their high intelligence, and their similarity to humans these species have long been considered at low risk of becoming extinct. However, further review of their low population sizes, slowly declining population, and low reproduction rates has lead to their long over due inclusion on the Vulnerable and Endangered Species List. It might seem scary to think that these popular and beloved species might one day become extinct, but the fact that attention is being brought to this issue is great news! The most important thing is knowing that they need help, and that even you can be the one to provide it.

Luckily all of these species are not only easy to breed in captivity, but it's possible to actively induce their reproduction! These wonderful creatures are 100% female, and while many of them reproduce asexually, all of them are also capable of reproducing with males from other species. That even includes humans! Furthermore, while the offspring of these creatures share some passing similarities to their father they always share genus and species with their mother. In order to aid helpful citizens in increasing the viability of these special creatures we've included guides to both safely capture and procreate with them.
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Dryad:
These tree sprites gain power from the forests they call home, and typically remain close to the tree from which they were born. However, they are incredibly friendly and easy to approach. The danger of being attacked by a Dryad is seen as incredibly low, so even beginners to wildlife preservation can attempt to aid this creature with low risk.

How to catch a Dryad: Since these creatures are closely connected to the tree they were born from, they can easily be subdued by weakening the tree without engaging the tree spirit itself. When a tree is connected to a Dryad it gives off a faint glow, so it's easy to know which trees to target. There's no need to cut down the whole tree, or look for the Dryad. Even just cutting off a few branches can be enough to depower a tree spirit, and when one senses its trees pain it will always return.

If the Dryad attempts to defend their tree, a simple flame can be used to scare them away. Even if you don't have a fire source, you can take advantage of the Dryad's ability to feel the pain of its tree by sharply stomping on the tree's roots or beating the trunk with a sturdy object. The Dryad will feel the effects of this pain, and become incapacitated. Once the tree or tree spirit is sufficiently weakened, the Dryad will usually lie motionless at the tree's roots. When this happens, they release vines in order to strengthen their connection to their tree. One can take advantage of these vines, by ripping them off and binding them with them. There's no need to worry about your tying skills. The removal of the vines will usually cause them to be crippled by pain.

How to breed a Dryad: Breeding with a Dryad is similar to having sex with a human woman. Simply thrust your penis in and out of the creature's vagina until you ejaculate to impregnate it. However, it's important to note that Dryad's give birth not to other Dryad's but to sprouts that will eventually become a tree which itself will produce the Dryad upon growing to maturity. On that note, after fertilization the tree spirit should be buried in nutrient rich soil in an area with plenty of space for a new tree to grow. Just be sure you mark where the Dryad is buried. Since their reproduction requires a long time it's best to refirtilize them as soon as a new sprout is growing. (usually about 3 weeks) Let's make a whole forest of Dryads!

Pixie:

These tiny little sprites are curious, and mischievous but mostly harmless. Their dust has been proven to give wondrous health benefits to humans, which makes their vulnerable status all the more tragic.

How to catch a Pixie: Pixies love children, and will often reveal themselves to children who are alone with no special requirements. Unfortunately it's not something that happens every time, and it can sometimes be difficult for a child to capture one of them on their own. But we're in luck! It's been found that Pixies love to comfort crying young girls, even going so far as to play pranks on adults if it seems like they're making the child cry. If you have access to a little girl all you have to do is make her cry in an area where pixies have been known to appear. Their pranks can be frustrating, but they never cause any real harm. All you have to do is pretend that their tricks were effective, and apologize to the young girl. When the pixie becomes preoccupied with wiping the girl's tears surprise them by trapping them in a jar or bottle. As long as the lid is sealed it's impossible for a pixie to escape, and they don't even need air holes.

How to breed a Pixie: Pixie's are too small for a human to fit a penis into, but it's not necessary. If you're able to set up a net over the bottle simply masturbating over the pixie and drenching it with semen will sometimes be enough to impregnate it. Unfortunately this method may take multiple attempts, and it can be hard to tell when it's finally worked. Another method is to simply populate its container with insects which will be compelled to rape her. Cockroaches are really good at impregnating pixies!

Banshee:

These lady-like animals can be quite scary, but while it was once believed that their cries caused death, research has concluded that they only predict , warn, or react to death, and it might not even be the death of a human.

How to capture a Banshee: Banshees aren't much different from human women in terms of physique and strength, so if you've ever kidnapped a human woman before you'll have no trouble capturing a banshee. Her screams can be off-putting, but they also make it easy to find one when you're nearby. Just make sure you're healthy so that you have no reason to worry about her bad omens, and bring a good gag with you to pacify her. Banshees tend not to run away or fight back when engaged, as they use intimidation to defend themselves. Don't be scared! Cover your ears, and go get her!

How to breed a Banshee: Banshees reproduce in the same way as human women, and share a similar appearance. Simply tie her up or hold her down, and rape her as if she was a human woman.

Selkie:

These animals are capable of taking on both a human and seal form. That pretty woman that is always hanging out near the beach, or that seal that seems particularly curious about humans might just be a secret Selkie!

How to capture a Selkie: This one's interesting. It's hard to distinguish a Selkie from a normal human woman, but if a Selkie become a human it must leave its seal skin behind. If you find an abandoned seal skin on the beach, be sure to take it home with you and hide it. If it belongs to a Selkie she'll come to you looking for it. When she does, she'll be desperate to get it back by any means, so help her preserve her species!

How to breed a Selkie: Another easy one, just like a human woman. This one is even easier than the others since as long as you have her skin she'll be too scared to disobey you. Simply order her to procreate with you, and she'll be sure to comply.

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Nymph:
These sultry beasts aren't considered vulnerable by any means, but they're worth knowing about because of their connection to the rest on this list. If you're having trouble finding a vulnerable animal, these ones might be able to help you.

How to capture a Nymph: There's no need to capture them! These faux-ladies will come to you. It might be a bit embarrassing, but if you scream into the woods how desperate you are for sex one of them might come find you.

How to breed a Nymph: Don't worry about it, if you have any questions it'll lead. More importantly these creatures aren't only interested in having sex, but propogating it. They might be able to lead you to vulnerable species, and may even help you capture one. Some will request you let them watch as you breed it, and others will ask for you to share it with them once you're done. Either way, Nymphs are sure to be a great help in wildlife preservation!

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Caution: Do not enter.
The police tape had been wrapped around the old planetarium for years, to the point that no one even knew why any more. Everyone knew the rumors. Haunted? Check. Murder? Check. Went out of business because of unsafe construction standards? Check. One of the more interesting theories was that the planetarium was too powerful. It would show images of the entire universe at once, and those who saw it would go insane! But of course none of those rumors were true.

"Come on, let's go home. There's monsters in there." Little Lily said, holding up the rear.

"There's no such thing as monsters Lily." Her older "smarter" sister Willow said, annoyed.

"If there's monsters we need to get them on tape!" Violet said, sounding hopeful that there might be.

Violet, Lily, and Willow were three red headed sisters that lived in this small town with the old shut down planetarium. Violet was the oldest at 13, and a bit of a tomboy. Her hair was cut short, and she wore short overalls with a striped T-shirt. Coming to the planetarium today wasn't her idea, but she was very excited when the middle child, 10 year old Willow, suggested it. She wore glasses with her long hair arranged into braided pigtails that hung over her shoulders. She was currently carrying a camcorder hoping to film the inside of the building and put to bed any and all stupid rumors she heard from the other kids. 8 year old Lily had followed along simply because she didn't want to be left out of whatever her sisters were doing. Now she was regretting not staying at home.

"All the grown ups say not ot go in there." Lily complained.

"Then just stay outside." Willow rolled her eyes.

"She can't stay outside by herself. Don't worry Lily there's not really any monsters in there." Violet reassured her youngest sister, showing her maturity a little bit. "Probably." Only a little bit.

"How do you know?" Lily interrogated.

"Can we go in through there?" Willow asked, pointing at one of the many broken windows on the building's interior.

"No way. Lily might cut herself." Violet said, not giving the idea a second thought. "Let's just walk around until we find something."

Willow sighed, her annoying younger sister was really ruining this trip.

"Is the door locked?" Lily asked innocently.

"Of course it's locked stupid." Willow informed.

"Oh." Lily said, not even sounding offended at the insult.

Violet meanwhile maneuvered her hand under the police tape to check the door, pulling it open slightly.

"Oh, it is unlocked the tape's just in the way. I think we can squeeze in though." Violet said, already ducking under the tape and squeezing in herself.

"Oh." Lily said, sounding a little happy.

"Stupid." Willow repeated under her breath embarrassed about her misjudgement.

"Watch for anything sharp." Violet warned her sisters as they entered the building.

It was still mid day, and the sun was out so even though the building was no longer illuminated by artificial lighting the ambient lighting from the windows was enough for now. Of course, that would change once they got into the actual planetarium area, that's why the girls of course forgot to bring flashlights. Violet realized their mistake as soon as she opened the door to the show room of the planetarium.

"Oh, man I think we need to go back home."

"Why?" Willow complained.

"We can't see anything without flashlights." Violet explained patiently.

"Are you sure?" Willow asked, looking in to confirm for herself.

"Well, we can still film it." Willow said, taking out her camera and setting it to record.

"You won't be able to get anything when it's so dark." Violet said, turning around to make sure Lily was still behind them.

"Shut up." Willow said, ignoring her.

"Whatever. Lily, we've got to go home now. We can come back later." Violet said to Lily who had just managed to slowly make her way over after being extremely careful not to step on anything like she'd been instructed before.

"Huh? I want to see too." Lily said, forgetting her fear from earlier, and only knowing curiosity.

"We can come back later. There's nothing to see in there right now." Violet explained.

"Hey, Violet what's that?" Willow asked, pointing upwards into the void.

"What's what? Oh..." Violet said, stunned into silence.

Inside of the old show room was a shiny silver ball that wasn't there when she'd first peeked her head into the room. It gave off a peculiar light that made everything in the room appear monochrome. The balls surface reflected its surroundings, and shimmered in such a way that it was difficult to tell if it was rotating, moving back and forth, or just sitting still. Willow moved into the room to get a closer look, while a stunned Violet simply stared at the ball mesmerized by it. She snapped out of her stupor, only as she noticed Willow walking deeper into the room.

"Hey, Willow don't go close to that!" Violet ordered, but Willow was already pretty close.

"I just want to film it." Willow said.

"Wow." Lily said, running straight in to stand next to Willow when she saw the shiny ball.

"Hey!" Violet said, running in after her youngest sibling as her protective instincts kicked in.

Just as the last girl entered the room, the ball began to flash in red, blue, and green colors and the planetarium lit up with stars like it did when it was still functional.

"Whoa..." Violet said, herself becoming taken aback by the beauty all around her.

*SLAM!* The sound of the door slamming shut behind them was enough to break Violet and her sisters out of though.

"Ahhhh!!" They all screamed in unison as they heard the loud noise, followed by the room itself beginning to spin around them rapidly.

"What's going on!?" Willow screamed, dropping the camcorder to her side and moving in closer to Violet for protection.

"I-I don't know. Stay still." Violet said, grabbing Lily gently by her head and pulling her in closer as well.
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And so the three sisters did stay still. In fact, they weren't able to move at all. Frozen completely stiff in the half hugging position they were in when the room began spinning they found themselves stuck in that position. It wasn't simply that they were unable to move their limbs, it was as if they were completely frozen in time, unable to so much as breath yet still aware of their surroundings. Their expressions didn't change, but tears slowly began to roll down their cheeks as they stood there. Their surroundings had gone from a seat-filled show room to an off-putting all white room, but the girls were unable to look around to see what was in the room. Willow, however, was lucky enough to have an angle that also allowed her to see the strange humanoid figure standing behind some kind of machine terminal.

"~~~~-~~~~~~-~~~~~~~~~" The figure said.
The figure looked human enough, but its features were completely hidden by the mask and cloak it wore. The sounds it made were completely unintelligible and like nothing the girls had ever heard. The strange being pushed a button on the terminal after saying its peace, and the girl's clothes completely disappeared. All that was left of anything the girls had been wearing were Willow's eyeglasses. Even Violet's earings disappeared.

"~~~~~_~~~~~~~~~_~~~~~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~~" The thing said, before pressing another button on the console.

With that the girls transitioned to standing straight up with their arms flat to their sides, fingers fully extended. Strangely, the naked girls now seemed to twitch in and out of view as if they were poorly rendering data.

"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~_~~~~~~~_~~~~_~~~_~~_~~_~~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~" It almost sounded as if it was laughing as it pressed the next button causing their nude young forms to become more stable.

Apparently satisfied, the weird being walked up to the girls, and put its hand(?) on its chin(?) before speaking(?) again.

"~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ ~~~~~~~_~~~~_~~~_~~~~~~~_~~~_~~~~~"

With that, it grabbed the nipples of Violet's nascent breast and tugged backwards a bit before twisting.

"~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~" It repeated.

Violet couldn't do anything other than cry, but that wasn't doing much to help defend her.

"~~~~~~_~~~~~~~_~~~~~~~~~_~~~~~~_~~~~" It said, reaching down with one hand, to poke Violet's stomach before moving the other hand down to pinch hard around the hood of her clit.

Violet definitely felt it, but she wasn't even able to show it on her face. Finally, the creature moved on to Willow and Lily, but it didn't seem to dwell on them very long. It simply gave them a couple pats on the cheek and tilted its head before returning to the console it had used before and pressing a few buttons.

"~~~~~~~_~~~~_~~~~~~~~~_~~~~~" It said

"_______~_____~_______~_______" Another strange voice could be heard.

"~~~~~~~_~~~~~~~~_~~~~~_~~~~~~_~"

"________~!"

"~~~~~~~~_" The first voice concluded and pressed a few buttons, causing the two younger girls to disapper completely from the room and leaving Violet all alone.

"~~~~~_~~~~~" The creature said, before pressing another button.

Violet now found herself repositioned, arms behind her back and legs spread wide with her feet raised above her head as she floated in mid air. With another push of a button, a clear orb seemed to form around her, magnifying the view of her from the outside.

"~~~~~~~_~~~~~_~~~_~~~~~~~!" The alien stomped its feet a few times, and shook its head wildly before going still for a moment and exiting the room, leaving Violet alone in her ball.

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"What a wonderful showing. You really are a magnificent child." Lusamine clapped while looking down on the young trainer.

The young girl had put up a valiant effort, and come very close but she wasn't able to defeat her friend's mother. She wasn't able to protect the special Pokémon her friend was watching over. She wasn't able to do anything for the Pokémon frozen in stasis all around her. She trembled as she recalled her last Pokémon and held it close to her chest, breaking down into tears.

"You shouldn't be upset. It was a perfect effort for a child." Lusamine applauded. "You should be proud of yourself for pushing me so far."

"I-it's okay. You did your best. Let's run." Lillie whispered.

The young trainer didn't respond. She just wordlessly looked towards the black case, containing the Pokémon Lillie had been trying so hard to save.

"I-I'm sure we'll still be able to save Nebby. We have to go." Lillie reassured her friend, though her heart hurt to leave Nebby behind.

Grabbing her friend's hand firmly Lillie turned to run, but her friend didn't immediately turn with her which caused her grip to backfire, and both of them to fall over.

"Oh no, we have to go!" Lillie said, trying to scramble back up to her feet when she noticed a shadow above her.

"This is why someone as beautiful and talented as you shouldn't waste their time on this ugly wretch." Lusamine said, taking a firm grip on the young trainer's hand.

"Let her go! Mother, please! She's my friend! If you hurt her too I-"

"How many times do I have to tell you Lillie? I have no children." Lusamine coldly cut her daughter off as she was speaking. "Hurt her? You're the one who hurt her. This perfect little darling is destined for the greatest heights. Having such talent at such a young age. Her potential should be limitless." Lusamine said, strengthening her grip on the young girl's arm causing her pain.

"Mother!" Lillie pleaded, noticing the look of discomfort on her friend's face.

"Should be!" Lusamine continued. "Perhaps if she hadn't wasted her time with filth like you she would have even been able to surpass me. This child is proof of the ugliness of this world! She's exactly the kind of rare beauty that I won't allow to be corrupted!" Lusamine said, yanking the girls arm and lifting her to her feet.

"Mother! Please! Please think about what you're doing! You're always hurting my friends! You have to stop this!" Lillie begged, with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure your perfect beauty is preserved for all of eternity." Lusamine promised. "Just like the rest of my lovely babies here."

The young trainer simply looked up at Lusamine with dread in her eyes, as she sniffled and cried. Lillie also looked at the frozen Pokémon all around them, and with horror pictured her friend in one of those frozen cages. Surely her mother wouldn't really go that far. Surely she could talk some sense into her, at least about this.

"No! No! Wait! You can't!" Lillie cried, grabbing her mother's arm. "You mustn't do this! She doesn't want it! You have to at least think abo-"

Lillie tried her best, but she was unable to seperate her friend from her mother's grip, and as her mother slapped her across the face, inadvertently scratching her cheek with her nail, she was unable to even properly plead with her.

"Your words are meaningless to me. You who refused to obey me, now expect me to listen to you? Why would I care for the opinion of something like you? What are you hoping to accomplish when you've never been able to achieve anything on your own?" Lusamine scoffed, looking down at her offspring with nothing but disgust.

"Mother..." Lillie cried.

"You're not my daughter. I'm not sure if you're anything at all. If you're to be worth anything then at least obey me for once." Lusamine glared.

"Accept that you're powerless. Accept that you can't accomplish anything. Just sit there silently and watch as I immortalize this precious treasure." Lusamine smiled at the little trainer, not even looking at Lillie as she berated her.
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Still, Lillie obeyed.

"What was I thinking coming here?" Lillie berated herself internally, motionless even as her friend tried reaching to her for help as she was dragged toward a black platform.

"It's all my fault that this is happening." She thought, as her friend screamed and sobbed, unable to deter Lusamine from robbing her bag, and throwing it across the floor where it stopped just in front of Lillie's knee.

"I couldn't do anything. I only made things worse." She thought, as she watched Lusamine push the little girl down, and begin removing her clothes.

"Nebby's going to die! And now even-" She looked as Lusamine once again grabbed the naked girl by her arm and pulled her into a tight embrace so that she could smooth out her ruffled hair.

"Is there really nothing I can do?" Lillie cried, unable to think of a single thing she could do to help, as her friend was placed on the platform and trapped inside a glass cage too small to even stand in.

"I have to do something! What do I do!?" Lillie panicked, as her friend desperately beat on the glass, inaudibly screaming towards Lillie for help.

"What can I do!? What does she want me to do!?" Lillie clenched her teeth, and held her head as she saw her mother press a button and her friend began to freeze, kneeling on all fours still begging her for help as she raised one hand to the glass.

"No..." Was the only thing Lillie was able to think, as she saw her friend completely motionless, mouth still open as she was trapped pleading for eternity.

"Perfect." Lusamine admired the girl's pained yet hopeful expression. It was beautiful the way she never gave up even as she was preserved. She would be like this forever, still betting on that faint hope of rescue.

Lusamine lovingly stroked the glass, before turning around to find Lillie sitting there motionless with her jaw slightly open in shock. She sat in a pool of her own urine, staining the hem of her white dress. She didn't even react as Lusamine stood over her.

"Disgusting." Lusamine scoffed, kicking the little girl hard across the face causing her to fall onto her back, and lose her sun hat.

"Filth." Lusamine said, digging her heel into Lillie's cheek. "But maybe even something as worthless as you can have a certain beauty when it knows its place."

"You were worth nothing as a daughter, but perhaps you can finally have value as a slave." Lusamine suggested. "How does that sound? As long as you properly obey my orders this time, I'll allow you to continue existing in my world."

"Hmm..." Lillie grunted her discomfort as quietly as possible.

She didn't want another beating for any outbursts. Her mistress hated the sound of her voice after all. She stood as straight as she possibly could, with nothing to cover herself except a couple white cloths tied together to hide her chest and (barely) her butt. Fancy clothes don't suit a worthless slave like her after all. She wore a white armbinder, and blindfold with black straps, and matching ankle cuffs with chains to connect them that were so short that even if she was allowed to move she'd only be able to slowly shuffle her feet. She couldn't be trusted to do any actual work after all. She could only try her best to obey the only instruction she could be trusted to follow.

"Stand there quietly."

That was all she was allowed to do all day every day. Of course, a worthless slave like her wasn't even able to do that right. She constantly needed to be punished for falling over, or passing out, or making noises, or squirming, or sneezing, or trying to adjust her position. Mistress couldn't expect anything out of her. No wonder she'd abandoned her as a daughter. She wasn't even suitable as a slave.

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"I hope you learn a lot today." The doctor said, leaving Sarah alone in the bug cage once again.

She was off to see to the other patients. The doctor, Philia Symer was a specialist in phobias, but she was always looking to learn more about them. Fear and dread fascinated her, and studying the effects of it was her life's pleasure. That is to say, she just really enjoyed tormenting young girls. There was nothing more fun for her. Even still her humble clinic had rave reviews. It only took one session to make the girls so afraid of saying anything negative that they were only willing to say positive things about the place. With that she got plenty of repeat customers. But providing quality treatment was hard.

"I was wondering if you were thinking of bringing little Ashley in today?" Philia spoke over the phone to the girls parents.

The girl in question was a ten year old brunette with crippling claustrophobia. Before she was brought into the clinic she was so scared of tight spaces that she couldn't even be tucked in at night. Now after spending some time with the doctor, she wasn't even able to share a couch with her family without freaking out. Today, the doctor really needed to see her.

"I see, she still seems to show signs of fear?"

"...Yes, unfortunately that's normal. I hate it every time I hear that the girls are only comfortable in my office. Our goal is always to make them comfortable at home as well...

"Oh, don't worry about it. I would really like to check on her today, so I can give you a deferral on this session..."

"No, no you can pay whenever you're able. I promise we won't hassle you for money..."

"Oh, wonderful. I can't wait to see her."

"Yes, thank you. Goodbye."
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Philia sighed, with relief as she looked over at the dark black box in front of her. Inside were 5 squirming girls with a similar fear of tight spaces, but she needed that all important 6th girl to really complete the package. Without Ashley to join them, they still had space to roll around and shift positions with each other. Not to mention they had a full extra body's worth of breathing space that they weren't supposed to have. She'd have to find a way to punish Ashley for almost ruining the whole session. Maybe she'd tell her parents about how they need to expose her to more tight spaces at home? Her parents were super gullible, and never questioned her advice so it'd probably work.

While contemplating, Philia sat on the box, and used her remote to change her view of the security cameras. She saw that Sarah had wet herself in the bug box once again. She would have to spank her doubly hard during crawling practice. As much as she loved making little girls piss themselves, she was also still the one who had to clean it up.

"Come to think of it, if I bend her legs before I strap them together she won't be able to use her feet to help her crawl. If I make her use her knees, then it'll be way harder on her when she does the caterpillar crawl." Philia said to herself. "But she won't bruise herself if I make her use her knees more will she? I could have her do it on soft carpet instead, but would that hurt enough?"

She had a lot to think about when it came to caring for her patients. Speaking of which, she switched her view again to a shot of a naked girl strapped into dog themed piddlefours, with a doggy tail butt plug, a muzzle and some dog ears. The bitch was currently trapped in a dog cage having her vagina pounded by a male dog. This girl, of course had cynophobia so the doctor was giving her a little exposure therapy with the help of her friend who really really loved bitches like the one in the cage. He'd been trained very well for that purpose, and would have to be rewarded.

Philia could hear howling through the screen, almost all of it coming from the girl who was obediently making as many dog-like noises as she could. Just like she was told every session, she wasn't getting out until she had barked and howled enough. Naturally, she wasn't told how much "enough" was, and her doctor wasn't actually keeping track of anything other than her mom's schedule. She needed to know when to start cleaning her up after all.

"Maybe she'll have puppies." Philia laughed to herself.

"But he really is a good boy. How does he always rape them so hard without leaving any marks? It's even hard for me to do that." Philia marvelled at her friend's skill, looking forward to rewarding him as soon as he was done punishing the girl.

With that in mind, there was one girl who it took a lot of trial and error to get right without leaving any marks. She had a fear of heights, and Philia had thought of an engenious bungy trick where the girl would be caught just before hitting the ground, but the force of her weight would all go into her crotch area. It was really difficult to find the right material that wouldn't leave any marks on her torso, and the first couple of time she had to send her home hoping that her parents wouldn't see. Not to mention she was struggling to walk afterwards. It was a good thing her parents were so stupid. Anyways.

"HMMMMPHHH! HMP! HMP! HMMMM!! HMPH!" The girl in question screamed, giving a seperate squeak for every bounce as Philia remembered to release her for a second.

In truth, simply rigging the harness properly to punish her crotch wasn't the only difficult part about dealing with this one. She also had to compensate for the fact that the ceiling wasn't all that high. It's said that looking down makes things scarier for you when you're afraid of heights, but in this case looking down might make her feel too comfortable. Instead Philia had to resort to blindfolding her, and slowly pulling her up higher and higher so that it felt to the girl like she had been lifted higher than she actually had. The fun part was rigging the setup so that the blindfold came off just as she was hurtling towards the ground and had no time to process how close she was. Truly this was one of her masterpieces.

As she rigged the girl back up, she checked her watch to make sure no one's parents were about to show up. Keeping track of it all took a lot of work, but it was worth it for her. As it turned out some parents were about due to show up. Luckily, they were only here to drop Ashley off. There were still hours to go before time for any of them to go home.

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"Waaah! Quit flinging mud everywhere, you'll hit my dango!" Yomogi yelled behind herself, while running with all her might from the pursuing Barroth behind her.

"I'm not sharing, so just get away, you stupid rude monster!"

Yomogi continued to give her demands, but the Monster kept chasing her as if it didn't even understand human speech. The little chef had come out to the Sandy Plains to enjoy a dango picnic while looking for some inspirations. She wasn't here to get chased around by this mud-slinging brute. The Barroth is a huge bipedal creature with tiny arms like a T-rex, but it also likes to roll around in the mud, and has a giant shovel-shaped head that it uses to fling mud around. It's also incredibly agressive and will attack humans on sight by charging and shooting mud at them, as it was now.

"Hey yo- Waah!" Yomogi screeched, turning around to see the rampaging Barroth dangerously close to running straight over her.

She just barely managed to roll out of the way, as the Barroth continued running forwards not yet realizing it had completely missed the girl. Meanwhile, Yomogi herself had almost failed to notice the huge clump of mud that had flown off the creature ready to land on top of her. The shadow growing all around her did clue her in to the fact that she was about to be swallowed in muck, but she only just had enough time to slide a little bit out of the way before it splopped down encasing her right calf.

"Ohhh, yucky mud. Rude monsters. Just let me eat my dango!" Yomogi complained while trying and failing to yank her foot out of the mud without dropping her dango.

As she struggled, she looked up to see the Barroth looking back at her, ready to make another charge. With a cute little 'eep' and a tear forming in her eye she began to more frantically pull and tug to get loose, not making any progress.

"Hey, hey. Maybe I can share some of my dango with you after all. Wait, wait wait!" She said, flailing her arms frantically as the Barroth began its second charge. Finally placing her bento down, she used both arms to try freeing herself from the muck.

"Hrngh! HRNNNNGHHH!" *Pop* She just barely managed to free herself in time to roll out of the way again, but ended up losing her sock and shoe in the process.

Miraculously, even her bento was spared being crushed, though it did get moved a bit out of the way by the shaking of the ground under the Barroth's weight. Yomogi wasted no time in shuffling over to grab it, but as she reached out she was blasted in the back by a giant mud ball, that sent her flying into a dirty little pond.
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Suddenly everything went dark, as her entire body was encased in mud, save for her one bare foot free to squirm. As expected, being able to wiggle her toes didn't do much to free her from the mud ball, and as it turned out, her toes were the only thing she was able to wiggle. The mud was packed tight all around her, and she couldn't budge a single muscle though she was really trying. But even though she wasn't able to so much as twitch herself, the Barroth was still perfectly capable of shaking her around just by walking. That didn't last for long though. Apparently the monster was satisfied just by hitting her with the mud ball, and finally decided to leave the girl alone for a bit.

Of course, Yomogi wasn't worried about that anymore, though. All she could think about now was getting out of this mud pile before she ran out of breath, but she wasn't making any progress in that whatsoever.

"That big jerk! When I get out of this, I'm going to have our hunter teach you a serious lesson!" Yomogi thought to herself, still not giving up hope, and she was right not to.

After only a short while the pile of mud began to slowly slide down, leaving more and more of the girls body free. While at first she only had a single foot, now she could flail her entire butt and legs around, using her legs to try and heave the rest of her body out of the mud.

It didn't work. After a few seconds of exertion her frantically swaying ass went still, and her legs dropped, only slightly twitching as she ran out of energy to try and escape. This wasn't good for her, but it got better when shortly afterwards the mud cleared just enough for the top of her head, and her arms to be free, and with one last ditch bit of effort she was able to push with her arms and legs, and lift her face out of the muck.
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"Pwaaahhhh!" She breathed in deeply, now that she was finally able.

"Stupid Jerk, Meanie, Rude monster!" She yelled towards the sky, while wiggling her ass trying to get free again. Her last push against the mud had also managed to retrap her arms and legs in the mud, though it was at least looser this time. She had some give.

Finally, after what felt like an hour and 13 seconds of struggling she managed to free herself from the mud, more or less anyway. She was still covered head to toe in the stuff, but at least she could move now.

"Ugh, this is the worst. My dango's probably ruined." Yomogi cried, looking around for her bento box. "Why are monsters always so mean?" She wondered aloud.

"Oh!" She said, spying the box laying undamaged on the ground. "Lucky!" She said, holding it aloft above her head as she finally recovered it. She was just about ready to go home, when she heard a hissing sound, and saw another large shadow looming over her.

"Y-you're not another meanie are you?" She said, turning to see a large spider-like creature behind her.

The sparks building in its mouth were enough to answer her question, as she took off running again clinging to her Bento for dear life.

"Waaaaahhhh!!! Why can't you guys just let me have my dango?"

The little girl sprinted across the arid landscape for all she was worth, trying to escape the Rakna Kadaki who was more fond of spitting fire and webs than mud. Yomogi had to zigzag left and right as she fled, narrowly avoiding being caught in another sticky trap, or having her hair singed by fire. All the while she had to struggle to keep her balance, and ignore the pain in her right foot as she was forced to run across the rough landscape while missing a shoe.

"Eep!" She screamed, as she finally tripped, not only falling over but managing to tumble into a deep hole as well.

"Oof! Ow!" She said, as she plopped against soft sand only to have her head bopped as her bento box bounced off of it.
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*Sigh*

Yomogi looked around to see that she was trapped in a dark cavern with no immediately noticeable exit.

"Well, since it's like this I'll just have some bunny dango, before I think of a way out of here." Yomogi said to herself staying positive.

"At least there aren't any more monsters down here." She thought to herself, tempting fate just right.

Yomogi was just about ready to take a bite, when a Rachnoid landed right in front of her.

"Eh?"

*Plop* *Ploop* *Poff*

Three more joined it completely surrounding the girl.

"Ummm... At least let me have my dango fir-" She tried to say as the "small" monsters spit web at her, making her drop her dango right on the ground.

"Hey, wait a second!" She petitioned, with her hands clasped between her breasts as if she was praying, but not due to her own choice. Rather, her hands had ended up trapped that way when she was shot by their web.

The beasts didn't waste any time making her legs match her torso as they flipped her over, and wrapped her legs tightly in the material.

"Come on, guys! Let me go already!" Yomogi begged, as they dragged the girl up the walls and back out of the same hole she'd fallen into where their mother awaited.

The waiting Rakna Kadaki simply hissed in the girls face before packing up its children, and Yomogi, on its back and returning to its nest.

"HMMMMPPHHHHH!!!" Yomogi's screams were muffled by thick spider webs as she thrashed around upside down completely mummified by the Rakna Kadaki.

The little girl had no hope of getting out of the webs no matter how she tried. All she could do was continue to wiggle and squirm like bait on a fishing line.

"HRRMMMPHHHH!!!!" She squealed and squealed but it wasn't working. Eventually she heard the familiar hiss of the Rakna-Kadaki as it returned to its nest, perhaps hungry enough to take a bite now.

"Don't eat me! I'm not Dango!" Yomogi screamed internally, but before she could even find out what the spiders plans were she heard an incredibly loud roar from above followed by the sound of several objects crashing into the earth.

*Sigh* "Can't I just enjoy my Yomogi in peace!?"

Perhaps that's what the Rakna Kadaki thought, as explosions went off all around it.

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"Trick or Trea-"

"Shit!" I'm not proud of it, but I couldn't help making that outburst when I saw it. That blonde freak and her friend... At my door.

Of course the blonde thinks its okay to dress like a total slut while walking around outside too. Who cares if it's Halloween? You can't just walk around in nothing but underwear and cat ears. Her friend is dressed a little better, but the low cut of her witch dress lets everyone know just how proud of those udders she is. Congratulations on the extra fat you fucking whore. I barely even notice the kid they're walking with. They're carrying a kid around while wearing those kinds of outfits? How has no one called the cops on them yet? Or did that blonde slut bribe them all off with her body?

"Hey, you're-!"

I don't let her finish. I just slam the door in their faces, and head inside to grab my gun. I don't know what these perverts are doing at my house, but I'm not taking any chances. I ave no idea what sort of mischief they have planned this time, but after I scare them off, Cara and I are relocating first thing in the morning. It's a shame to make her leave her friends again, but there's no way I'm staying somewhere that these two unpredictable demon cows might be able to find her.

"Mom, what?" Cara gives me a bemused expression as I storm past her.

I guess she would be a bit surprised after I suddenly slammed the door on some trick-or-treaters. I hope she's not too freaked out especially since I'm getting the gun next. My daughter knows a bit about the kind of work I do, but I've never brought it home with me before. I'm not that shitty of a mother.
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"HEY! YOU BETTER OPEN THE DOOR CUNT! YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU PISS ME OFF AGAIN!"

WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT DAMNED WHORE JUST SCREAM OUT TO THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD!? There's so much that pisses me off about what she just did I don't even know where to begin! I want to kill her so badly, but unlike this tactless dumbass I know better than to do something like that with no planning. Unlike her, I don't want the cops showing up because my neighbors heard 13 gunshots go off.

I really wish I had just had her killed before. I WOULD HAVE just had her killed before, but I've never done something like send hitmen after a client. If I did something like that with no reason, people in my business wouldn't trust me anymore. But if I told them the reason I'd be a laughing stock and things would end the same way! If I told them that these two piece of shit teenagers used me like a whore and then left me naked and stranded in the middle of the woods, with a fucking bondage hood LOCKED ONTO MY HEAD everything would be over. That shit was bad enough without anyone else knowing about it.

I was so caught up remembering that shitty shitty night that I didn't even notice Cara going to the door.

"The fuck did you say about my mom!?" I hear her shout as I'm still fiddling with the gun safe. Fuck!

I can't help but rush back to the door, when I think of Cara getting near those two. I should know to at least finish grabbing the gun, but in the moment all I can do is think of my daughter and what those two might do to her. Especially that crazy brunette! I thought the blonde was the bad one, but the other one is absolutely insane. I thought she was bluffing when she threatened to clip my fingers off, but the blonde literally had to fist fight her just to stop her from actually doing it. That shit wasn't faked. I know what real shit looks like. Not to mention the blonde is the one who convinced her to let me go after that. She even told me where she hid the key, not that it helped when I couldn't fucking see.

"Cara, get the fuck away from that door!" I'm being serious, but fucking teenagers never fucking listen to me. Not even my own fucking daughter.

"Answer my fucking question!" Why is she acting like she's protecting me? It's supposed to be the other way around!

"Oh, hey are you her daughter? I was wanting to meet you." The stupid blonde asks acting as if nothing just happened.

That's when I notice that the "kid" they're with is just that bitch they kidnapped before dressed up in pigtails to look like a kid. It's probably some new plot to humiliate her, or maybe these two just really wanted an excuse to Trick-or-treat. Of course she's just going along with their mischief the same way she did last time. People like her are the reason why these two just get away with whatever they want.

"THERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKI-" The brunette says, pushing my daughter aside, and slamming my door behind her. Does she think she owns this place!?

"Hey, calm down Burgundy." The blonde is acting like she's reasonable after she also broke into my house. Kill me. "We're just here for trick-or-treating today. Besides, we already got out money's worth out of miss milf." Is that what she calls me!?

"No fucking way Chris! This bitch never respected us at all, why the fuck did you let her go with the money!?" They did leave a case of money behind with me, not that it made up for anything.

"We agreed to pay her for sex didn't we?"

"Are you fucking stupid Chris!? She was never gonna agree to that!"

"But, you said yourself that she might kill us if we go too far."

"You had already gone too far idiot! That's why you should have let me break her before we-"

"Shut your fucking mouths!" I've had enough. Who do these bitches think they are arguing in my house, talking about me like I'm a fucking animal in front of my daughter? "Just take some fucking candy and leave!"

"What the fuck, mom?" Did she seriously just swear at me? Kicking them out is the best option here. I definitely don't want to go through the hassle of trying to deal with them any other way, since no matter what I choose it'll mean having to look at them longer.

I really wish it was as simple as just telling them to leave, but the crazy brunette just pushes past my daughter, and gets up in my face like she really does own the place.

"You see? This pig still has the nerve to talk back to me." She doesn't just think she owns my house, she thinks she owns me too!?

"Hey, you know we really just came for some candy today. Maybe you should just chill Burgundy."

"Trick-or-Treat..." She's seriously glaring at me, like I'm the one who did something wrong.

Does she really think I'd be scared of a little girl like her after the types of things I've seen in my line of work? It's not even the first time I've been raped. I had my daughter when I was just 13 because of that. I'm not going to let this bitch threaten me in my own home!

"You think I'm scared of you? The only reason you're still alive is because you-" I've really done it. First I let her rape me, and now just as I was speaking I even let this little girl slap me in my own house. In front of my daughter. Why didn't I just grab the gun when I had the chance?

"Trick huh? Good." She grabs both of my shoulders, still trying to scare me. "I didn't think I'd see you again, but I've been planning all kinds of mischief for you and your daughter just in case."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?