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Edward opened the door to what should have been an empty room. "What have we here?" he asked as he set eyes on a mankey who was curled up in the corner, "This room is supposed to be empty."

"I just got locked in accidentally. Thanks for coming by to open the door," he explained.

The big dragonite snickered, "Yes, you're welcome, I suppose there's really no other possible way for you to get locked in here. I should probably give you a lift home since the last shift left a while ago, help get you back on schedule after your unexpected troubles." For a while, he stood inside just to the side of the door and invited him through.

The mankey got up and smiled nervously as he started heading towards the door. Something felt wrong, but he didn't really have any other choice at the moment. Leaving the room was the only way to get anything done. "That's awfully kind of you," he said, "Master Edward right? That's what they call you isn't it."

Edward smiled, "Yes, it is." He put his hand on the mankey's back and walked with him. "Say, how long have you been locked in for? Do you want to maybe grab a quick something to eat before taking off?" he suggested, "The food here's pretty good."

That almost instantly caused the mankey's tummy to rumble. He stopped for a moment to consider it. It was a long time since he had anything to eat. There was no clock or window to that room so he really didn't have any idea how long he was locked in there. Getting away without causing too much suspicion was the priority though. "That's awfully nice of you to offer, master Edward, but I'm actually in kind of a hurry," he politely declined.

"Well, how about something to go?" Edward offered, "Save you a bit of time. Maybe get you some finger food that you can have on the way? I'll be offended if you insist on declining my generous hospitality after you've been locked away by mistake."

The mankey took a deep breath, wondering if he was actually going to get out. It certainly seemed like he already knew, but if there was a possibility that he could leave, he had to take it. "When you put it that way, I guess I simply can't refuse," he said.

Edward put his hand on the mankey's back again and steered him down a side passage. "Right this way then, I'll show you the good kitchen and get you something nice," he said, "By the way, what're you in a hurry for?"

It was hard to hide that he was scared. The mankey wanted to jump and run every time he was touched. He tried to play it cool and blurted out the first somewhat decent excuse that came to mind, "I was supposed to go on a date with my girl friend. She's probably going to be angry."

The dragonite nodded and exclaimed, "Ah, a girl friend. If it's an important date, maybe I can help you find a gift to help smooth things over. What's your girl friend like?"

The story still wasn't fully developed yet, but the details flowed easily. "Her name's Dixie, she's a rather cute mankey. She's got a thing for flowers too," he told dragonite.

"I've got a girl too," Edward told him, "A sweet little charmander. How about I have her fire up a nice vase and we'll fill it with flowers and you can take it with you when you're done your next shift."

Coming back here after being locked away and threatened the way he was definitely didn't sound wise. Though he didn't necessarily have to show up if he was indeed free to go. "I can't accept that, it's too much," he said, trying to act natural.

"Nonsense," Edward shrugged, "After a mistake is made, things need to be made right again."

The logic was compelling, though if Edward was willing to go so far, it stood to reason that trying to get a blow job from Stacey earlier was going to be dealt with extremely severely. "No really, you shouldn't. You've given me enough already," the mankey declared.

Edward opened the door to the kitchen where a specially prepared plate with chicken nuggets on it was waiting for them. "There you go," he said as he picked up a bag and held it open, "Just dump them in and I'll fly you where ever you need to get to."

The mankey eyed the trapped plate hungrily and reached down for it. He picked it up and a set of blades jumped out and cut his hand. Instantly, he dropped the plate back down and pulled his hand away. Clutching his bleeding hand, it became painfully clear that Edward definitely knew but just wanted to toy with him.

The dragonite shook his head and quickly grabbed the mankey's hand. "This just isn't your day. Let's get that treated right away," he said.

"My hand," the mankey groaned. He knew what was best for him. After having walked right into the trap, he was now stuck. There was no sense running off or trying to hide. He had to follow along to get it treated now, which also meant that he had to stay.

The two of them stepped out into the hallway where a medical team was already waiting for them. They quickly whisked the mankey away to the infirmary with Edward following close behind.

Once they arrived, Edward helped the mankey onto a bed and a chansey ran over and started treating the wound. Meanwhile a little purple fur ball in the corner caught the dragonite's eye. It could only be Stacey, her legs still white from having her fur bleached.

He walked over and Stacey got up to greet her master. "Hey, I've been wanting to talk to you," she said.

Edward picked up the rattata and sat down. "Nobody told me you were here? You didn't get hurt did you?" he asked, skipping over the greeting.

Stacey shook her head, "No, Catherine took me here to chat with Brax. What's going on?"

He held the rattata close, hugging the smaller creature. "I've been so worried about you. There's an inspection going on," he explained, "Every once in a while, someone comes by and we pick a time to simply lock all the slaves in where they happen to be. Anyone out of their room gets put back and every room is checked for any weapons, escape tools, secret hiding spots and what not."

The little rattata sighed and tried to curl up, "And you couldn't have told me last night when I didn't know what to do?"

"I wish I could have, but these things have to be done in secret or things could be snuck out or destroyed and we'd never know who might be planning something," he explained.

Sniffling, Stacey muttered, "It was one of the hardest decisions I've had to make." The urge was hard to fight, she was going to start crying sooner or later. Though at least she had someone to comfort her.

Edward sighed and rubbed Stacey's back, "It's ok to be mad, but don't hate me for something I had to do. I thought you'd want to protect yourself after seeing the sort of stuff that goes on in the dungeon, which is why I suggested locking you in." He took a deep breath, "Though now I know how deep your love for Brian runs."

"Is he ok?" Stacey asked, breaking into tears.

"I imagine he would be. Catherine's been busy with other stuff all day," Edward said. He brushed Stacey's head to help comfort her, "I'm sure he's fine."

By that time, there was no stopping Stacey's tears. She was crying too much to communicate. Edward just held her close and patiently waited for her to calm down. "I could use your help with something tomorrow. It'll be quick and you can run off and check on your boyfriend," he told her.

Stacey nodded silently. She didn't feel like talking anymore.

"I should get going. Are you going to be ok?" Edward asked.

The rattata looked up at him with big teary eyes and whimpered. Though after a while, she conceded that there was nothing else he could do for her at the moment. "I'll manage," she eventually said.

After Edward left, the chansey walked over to her and remarked, "That's why I told you that Catherine doesn't do anything that would injure anyone."

*** *** *** ***

Catherine came into the infirmary at around noon. Stacey cowered away knowing that the mew still wanted to punish her. Instead, Catherine seemed to be showing little interest in her. She whispered something to the nearest Chansey and popped into the room that was holding Brax.

Stacey looked around nervously. Waiting for something bad was one thing, and waiting for something unknown was incredibly frightening. She took a deep breath and snuck closer to the room only to have Catherine drop down in front of her.

"I suppose I'll administer the punishment first and then we can both go in together," Catherine said as she closed the door again.

It wasn't really a helpful change. It didn't change what was going to happen, only when things would. A blue glow developed around the rattata and floated her up. Stacey flipped over in mid air and set down with her back on a pillow.

A speculum, tablet, stick and flashlight were waiting next to her. She relaxed her paws and stared as the mew popped up next to her. "What's going to happen to me?" she asked.

Stacey shivered as the cold metal speculum worked its way in. She held her breath and tensed as the blades started to spread. It was a little uncomfortable, but there were bigger things to be afraid of.

"This is only going to hurt a bit," Catherine said as she shined the light down into the rattata's cunt. She put the tablet on the end of the stick and slid it in. Stacey winced as it slipped in through her cervix.

Then there was calm as Catherine took the speculum out. "You'll feel fine for a while as the coating wears off," she continued to explain, "And Then you'll start feeling urges. Administered orally, you'd go on a wild sex spree and keep going till you're raw, bleeding and if nobody stops you, you'd keep going till you eventually passed out from blood loss. With you, it'll be absorbed slowly. Maybe even take up to a week to completely dissolve. The urges won't stop, but they shouldn't control you."

It was mixed news. It wasn't really a severe punishment, but a week was a long time to suffer.

Edward came in with Crystal in tow. "Having fun with my toys?" he asked.

Catherine smiled and rubbed a flap of Stacey's pussy between her fingers. The rattata's tension dropped quickly. She turned her head and smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. "She's fun to play with," the mew said, "And I didn't do anything too bad to her. See for yourself."

Her attention focused on Crystal while Edward checked up on Stacey. Catherine slipped her tail under Crystal's chin and tilted her head up, staring her in the eye silently.

"So, what's going on between the two of you now?" Edward asked.

Stacey rolled back on to her feet before answering. "She slipped me a week long aphrodisiac to punish me for some comments I said earlier," she explained.

Edward nodded along. "Do you think you'll be ok?" he asked.

Motioning towards Catherine with a paw, she said, "She says I'll be."

"In that case, let's not question Catherine's judgment," he said.

"Yes, let's not," Catherine said as she finally broke her gaze with Crystal. She floated up the Edward's eye level and motioned towards the door. "Unfortunately, I'll need to take Antu with me. Staying here could be potentially damaging to him," she told me.

The two slaves stared into the room as Edward asked, "Antu?"

A ninetales slowly walked out on four perfectly intact and working legs. Starting at his nose, a red stripe ran between his eyes, down his back and completely covered his middle tail. There was a certain fiery determination in his eyes as he proclaimed, "I am Antu."

Stacey ran into the room in disbelief, looking around for another ninetales. Just a little while ago it had contained one known as Brax. To her disappointment, there was nobody else in there.

Edward didn't seem as surprised by all this. "I take it the procedure was successful," he said, "Good luck with Antu."

"I'll be departing with him tonight. In the mean time, attempt no contact, we don't want a relapse," Catherine instructed as she hopped up on top of the ninetales. She rode off and left the three behind.

Crystal slowly walked up to Stacey. She got down on her knees and gave the rattata a hug. "What's troubling you?" she asked.

"I didn't think he'd actually do it. At least not without talking it through with me first," Stacey said, "I hope he feels better now."

"I kind of like him. He was a good guy and I don't want him to suffer," Crystal said with her arm around the rattata.

"Yes, yes, he'll be missed by all," Edward said, "I don't mean to intrude, but would you two mind if we dealt with the other matter first. Like before Stacey starts humping everything in sight."

The rattata simply rolled her eyes, "I still have some standards."

"Yeah, cash up front," Crystal snickered as she got up.

Stacey looked up and noticed something as she turned around. There were a few black marks on the corner of one of the sheets. She jumped up and grabbed it in her muzzle, pulling the sheet down over her. "Hey, what's this mean?" she asked.

The dragonite picked up the sheet and had a look. It was a short message singed into fabric, "Edward - I'm sorry." He shrugged and put it down. "He says he's sorry, but doesn't say about what," Edwards said as motioned for them to come out.

"What's the other business that you want to get to?" Stacey asked as she followed closely behind Edward.

"A punishment session," he said as he lead the three out, "We're chewing out a guy for the way he treated you earlier. His supervisor said that he didn't see a problem with it and I'd rather he just did his job as he's told."

The two slaves followed along quietly so he continued, "I haven't entirely settled on what I plan on doing to him, but I'll just keep an eye on his reactions and see what plays out. Stacey, I'll need you to describe what happened when I accuse him of misbehaving."

He led them around the corner to and into one of the rooms where a mankey merrily snoozed away. Despite knowing what he was in for, he seemed surprisingly calm. It was probably hard to sleep knowing that he was trapped and could be in for a lot of trouble.

"Time to wake up. You've slept in long enough," Edward said.

The captive slowly sat up. His head swayed slightly as he moved. He brushed himself off before opening his eyes. The disorientation was clear in his voice as he muttered, "Where am I?"

"You've got a lot to answer for," Edward said. He pointed at Stacey, "Go on and tell us what happened."

Stacey swallowed hard. Her hind leg twitched and she felt hot and nervous. Whatever she had been given had already started to kick in. "I wasn't expecting to be locked in, so I banged my tail against the door. I heard something and then a powerful shock made me collapse," she paused to take a deep breath.

It was hard to forget the pain, and the pain made it hard to remember a lot of the details. She began rubbing one of her feet against the ground to try to keep focus. This was going to be a long week.

"That's when he came in and tied me up. I think he said something about wanting a blow job and I remember him putting his penis in my mouth but we got interrupted," Stacey finished her story.

Edward got up and cast a large dominating shadow over the whole room. "Some of those things you're supposed to do, and some of those things were strictly forbidden," he declared.

"That's not how it happened," the mankey pleaded, "She's making it up."

"No, we're pretty sure that's what happened," Crystal stepped in.

"She was trying to bribe me and I wanted to know what she was so desperate to hide," the mankey claimed.

Stacey was slowly starting to shake. This wasn't a good time to feel horny. As Catherine had described, it was strong stuff. "You told me to suck your cock," Stacey insisted.

"You're not going to take her word over mine are you? She's nervous, she's scared, she's hiding something, can't you tell?" the mankey asked.

Edward sighed, "Shut up already. I've had enough of your lies. If you want proof, I'll bring it down. Crystal, take care of him while I'm gone." He picked up Stacey and carried her out with him.

The little rattata shuddered as soon as the door closed. She twisted around and groaned out, "This thing is incredibly irritating."

"I think this is a good time for you to go," he said, "I'll try not to call on you too much till that's left your system." Holding the rattata up, Edward made one last comment before setting her down, "And try not to run in the hallways."

There was still quite a bit of ground to cover between her and her boy friend's place. Running made sense and it was so tempting. It was almost painful to walk. She was jittery the whole way.

Meanwhile, the mankey was still trying to argue his case. "Are you going to at least hear my story?" he asked.

Crystal shook her head, "Why should I listen to you? You're a criminal."

"So you're going to accept her story as the truth without even hearing a thing I have to say?" he asked.

The charmander shrugged, "I don't have much regard for criminals. Edward told you stop talking so I strongly suggest that you do that before I do something to take care of the situation."

"Hey don't threaten me," he objected.

"Lets get a few things straight. Right now Edward and I have a lot more regard for Stacey than we have for you," she said. Then she pulled out a trick, a slave collar. "You'll put this on if you want me to treat you as an equal," she said.

"Are you going to hear my story and help me argue my case?" he asked.

"If there's anything that I feel worth pointing out, I'll be sure Edward knows about it. He does hold my opinion in high regard," Crystal said as she set the collar in the mankey's lap, "What do you say?"

"I've got a bad feeling about this," the mankey said as he held the thing in his hand. He knew what those things could do. It was pretty much impossible to get out of one of those once it was on.

"The alternative is that I just make sure you stop talking now and you'll never get to plead your case," Crystal pointed out, "Though you may not see it that way, Edward's last remark still stands. If you're innocent and you want to help yourself, you'll do it."

He shook his head at the collar, "This is nuts. You gotta be kidding me." So, it was put the collar on and risk being made into a slave or just sit there and silently wait for whatever might happen.

"If you've really done nothing wrong, I'm sure Edward will take the collar off and apologize for the mistake," she said, "You don't really have much to loose. That is if you're telling the truth."

She was beginning to make it sound like not going through with that would cast an aura of suspicion around him. He set the collar in his lap and crossed his arms, "This trick isn't going to fool me."

"Than just shut up before I have to do something to keep you from speaking," Crystal said, "Though if you knew what he knew, you'd know that things were stacked against you. This is bigger than the word of just one slave you know."

The only other one to see him in the act was his supervisor. What did he see? There was no way he could have caught the conversation before. What did he say after though? The mankey eyed the collar again. He hoped he didn't seal his fate earlier.

The primeape didn't give him a chance to really plead his case after he was walked in on. He weighed his options carefully. The only way that this was going to work was if he had a friend to help confuse the issue.

He resigned his fate and held the collar up. Strangely, giving up his freedom became the only way to secure it. "Well, as a gesture of good will," he said as he put the collar on his neck.

A loud snap sealed away his freedom. The collar closed instantly with no prompting or time for second thoughts. "So," he began only to be interrupted by a quick jolt of electricity. His thoughts quickly changed. "Hey," he objected. An even more powerful jolt caused him to jump, knocking his head against the wall.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but this really wasn't worth it. He grabbed at the collar and tried to pull it off only to be met with another surprise. It injected him with a paralyzing agent and he collapsed on the floor.

"Why," he quietly whispered with his last ounce of strength.

"I thought you knew those things didn't like being taken off," Crystal snickered. She bend down and ran her hand down the mankey's face, closing his eyes. The world was suddenly a very dark place as he found himself unable to open his eyes again.

"I guess I still have to make sure you're properly taken care of or something," she announced, "I guess I'll treat you as a new slave seeing as to how you are one, for now anyway." She opened up the closet and took a look inside. "I guess one thing you could really use is some restraint," the charmander declared, "Tell you develop enough restraint not to mess with your collar, I guess a few external ones will have to do."

There was a bit of clattering from the heavy buckles as the cuffs hit the floor. Crystal continued to rummage around before she announced, "Since you seem to be having trouble keeping quiet, maybe a gag is in your best interest as well."

She pulled out a piece of thick black leather with a short tube in it with buckles on the back and held it out. It looked like a good size for the situation. Though maybe a full-face mask was going to be better. Then again, he still needed to be easily identified. It was probably going to have to do.

Crystal crouched down next to the mankey and quickly looked him over. His eyes were ever so slowly starting to open. The head was always the first part to regain movement so the gag was going to be the first piece she put on.

The mankey found his world dark again as Crystal closed his eyes for him. "Just relax for a while," she said in a soothing voice, "Wait for the stuff to wear off before you try to move." It sounded like a good idea. After all that effort, he still couldn't get a clear view of anything.

He could feel his jaw being opened, but couldn't do a thing about it. There was the general sensation of something in his mouth, but there was also the sensation of emptiness. His head was gently lifted up off the floor and felt the thing wrapping around the back of his head. He strained to close his mouth, but nothing seemed to work right.

Next came an assortment of wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and thigh cuffs. He was far from being able to control any of his limbs to any extent. Crystal could tie him up in pretty much any position as long as it didn't take any effort to hold the pose.

She lifted the mankey's hand into the air and watched it drop limply. It was kind of fun to play with him in that state, but there were better ways. Crystal took another glance at the gag and walked over to the closet to look for some more toys. This time, she was after a butt plug, the biggest one that would fit.

It became clear what was in his mouth when the butt plug slipped in. He couldn't do much about it as Crystal twisted it around and worked it back and forth, getting him to lick a good coating of saliva over the whole thing.

He didn't like where this was going. His legs were being spread into the air. There was nothing he could do to hide his hard cock or to stop the butt plug from sliding in effortlessly. She let go of his legs and they dropped back down to the floor.

"You probably didn't think you could handle something so big so easily, did you?" Crystal asked as she pulled the limp subject into the corner. "All your muscles are relaxed right now. I could probably give you a good fisting right now without hurting you, but that could get messy and I don't want to check if you've emptied your bowels lately," she explained, "In any case, you're going to enjoy getting your rump stretched out so that you can take a good fucking. All the slaves here learn to take it up the ass."

The mankey wanted to object, but he still didn't have enough control. He tried to open his eyes again to try to see what was going on. It was going slowly, but he could feel some movement.

Crystal positions the mankey on his knees and chained his ankles and wrists to his thighs. This was certainly going to be a pain when he could finally move around again. He couldn't get up and there was no defending himself.

She sat down in his lap and pressed him into the corner so that he wouldn't fall over. "Just relax, I've got you well taken care of," she told him as she placed her hand on his exposed rod. Her warm hand rubbed up and down the stiff shaft. A finger slipped into his mouth and dipped itself into a bit of saliva before pressing up against the tip of his cock. The charmander's hand methodically squeezed a drop of pre-cum up to the tip and then wiped it onto the mankey's tongue.

It was a strange taste, a little sweet, a little salty. If he had the choice though, he'd rather not taste it. He managed to open his eyes and everything was so bright for a while. It took time to focus his eyes and get them pointed in the direction he wanted. There were no more toys on the floor, which was a good sign.

The last thing he saw was Crystal in his lap. She quickly closed his eyes again. "Just relax dear," she said, "If you keep opening your eyes when you can't blink, your eyes are going to dry and get sore." That finally convinced him. There was nothing interesting in the locked room anyway. Maybe by the time the door opened again, he'd be able to look around a little easier.

She left his stiff cock and got a glass of water from the bathroom. With great care, she poured a little water into his mouth and spread it around a bit with her fingers. "Just relax and let me take care of you," she told him.

Crystal spread the mankey's knees and sat down between them. She cupped his balls in her palm and resumed stroking the hard penis. "All slaves are trained to perform oral sex too," she informed him, "It's customary for males to learn to pleasure other males first. Since you like blowjobs, I'm sure you'll love that part of it."

Slowly, the charmander's warm hands squeezed their way up from the base of the mankey's cock. She squeezed another drop of precum onto her finger and wiped it over the mankey's tongue again. "You'll have to admit, that's not a bad taste," she remarked.

Crystal stretched out along the floor and ran her tongue along the bottom of the mankey's shaft. "A good blow job is all you wanted isn't it?" the charmander suggested, "There could be quite a lot of blow jobs in your future if you want." Of course, the mankey showed no reaction to that comment.

Her tongue flicked over the tip and then started moistening up the sides of his shaft. "It's ok to like the taste too," she remarked before taking the member into her mouth. Her lips sealed around and she sucked the penis into her mouth. The tip slipped firmly against the hard top of her mouth. Her tongue snaked back and forth along the bottom as her cheeks gently pressed into the sides.

He looked like he was enjoying himself the way he leaned against the wall with his eyes closed. That part of his treatment felt good. He had mixed feelings about the jumbo plug in his ass. It didn't feel that bad at the moment, but it was doomed to cause him trouble later on. That wasn't going to come out easily.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth just long enough to ask, "How're those eyes doing?" Her lips wrapped around the side of his shaft. The charmander licked her way up and then back down. The whole area was becoming a big sloppy mess. Her hand took a good grip on the scrotum and rolled the balls in her palm.

Crystal made her way to the tip one more time before she got back up on her knees. Instead of using her fingers to transfer the precum, she planted her lips against the gag and stuck her tongue in. She closed her eyes and rubbed her tongue against his limp tongue. The tip of her tongue dug under his and pulled it out. It took a lot of effort, but she finally coaxed the tip of his tongue into her mouth. It was a rather pathetic french kiss, but he was in no position to refuse.

His mouth gradually began to fill with the taste of precum as Crystal continued to work. It was strangely arousing. His tongue slowly regained some movement and he joined in the kissing. She was a lot friendlier, though he was probably right where she wanted him to be. He was just waiting for Crystal to finally let him cum. It was worth getting a taste of cum.

That was not meant to be though. Edward cut in with the primeape in tow. He paused for a moment to observe his slave on the floor sucking on his prisoner who has somehow wound up bound and gagged. "Well Alvin, here we have our delinquent and it looks like he's finally getting the blow job that he was looking for," he said.

The mankey opened his eyes and saw his supervisor there in front of him. He swallowed hard as Crystal sat down next to him against the wall and asked, "Care for a blow job? He absolutely loves them."

Edward chuckled at the sight. It was a good setup. "Why don't you tell your story so that he can hurry up and admit that he did something wrong?" he asked.

The mankey snarled as the primeape gripped his head. He could move his head a little, but not nearly strong enough to resist. His face blushed a pale red as sniffed the primeape's cock. Every attempt to get the tube out of his mouth failed. There was no use trying to open wide to push it out and biting down hard didn't do anything either.

Alvin slipped the tip of his cock into the mankey's mouth and was greeted by a nervous lick. Crystal leaned in and whispered to the mankey, "Suck him off, who knows he might be more lenient if he's relaxed. He didn't really have a choice about whether or not he was going to get a mouthful of cock. It was still up to him if he was going to coax anything out of it. As much as he didn't want to admit it, sucking him off sounded like a good idea.

"Well, I looked in the door and saw this pathetic looser crouched over the rattata's head. Then he said something about how gags are bad for teeth and mentioned something about reaching an agreement," Alvin said.

The mankey took up Crystal's suggestion and ran his tongue around the tip of the primeape's cock. Trying anything was a lot better than letting them just letting them trap him. To everyone's surprise, he leaned in and took a bit more into his mouth.

Alvin's arms relaxed as he continued, "So, yeah, I caught him in the act and he slipped his cock into her mouth."

"He claims that Stacey was trying to bribe him," Crystal mentioned, "Do you think there might be any chance that she offered before you peeked in?"

Crystal was actually following through with her part of the offer. Encouraged by that, the mankey enthusiastically licked his way along the length of the shaft as he filled his mouth with cock. He needed a good answer and this was the only thing he could do to try to get it.

"Well," Alvin said as he enjoyed the vigorous lapping his cock received as it pulled out and back in again, "I don't know." Doubt was a good thing. That simple statement earned him the gentle squeeze of cheeks against the sides of his cock. "Stacey seemed rather out of it when I finished up. The shock must have hit her pretty hard. I'm not sure if she was even capable of speaking," he concluded, "She could be a skilled fake, but I highly doubt that could be the case the way this scumbag was talking to me afterwards."

"Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I think it's safe to close the investigation. All we're really missing is now is a confession and I get the feeling that it'll come soon enough," Edward said.

"Any idea what you want to call this runt now that he seems to be your slave?" Alvin asked.

The dragonite shrugged and thought out loud for a while, "Well, I haven't completely decided on keeping him yet, though I suppose he still needs to be called something. Now that he's my slave, I guess I get to call him whatever I want."

"How about we call him Snowball," Crystal contributed.

It didn't seem fair that they were all talking around him and planning things out while he had no way to object. He tried to pull back so that he could at least shake his head, but instead, he found himself nodding and treating that cock in his mouth to a good licking. He desperately wanted to bite Alvin for that, but he couldn't do anything with the tube in his mouth.

"Lets see him do some snow balling first," Edward suggested, "I want to make sure the name is right before we make it final. He already knows that we punish disobedient slaves right?"

"I think he's learnt that disobedient anything gets punished," Crystal said, "After all, he's still trying give a blow job."

Alvin rubbed the back of the mankey's head and snickered, "It sounds like it's settled. Don't swallow just yet."

The indignity was a hard one to handle. Right now, he didn't have much choice. If he had more control over his arms and legs, he'd be thrashing about. It wouldn't change anything though. There would still be a big cock in his mouth and he wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. Though he just wanted everyone to know that he didn't like being treated this way.

Trying to get that thing out of his ass before his muscles tightened further was going to be another priority. It was uncomfortable now and he was expecting it to hurt later on. For now though, he was a helpless sex toy sucking off the person who put him in this situation.

His body tensed as he felt something warm dripping out onto his tongue. It was a slightly bitter fluid. It made him feel a little dizzy as Alvin pulled back leaving globs all over his tongue. He wanted to get rid of the stuff, but he was told to just leave it.

Before long, Crystal got back into position and licked it off his tongue. She undid the buckles holding the gag, but didn't take it off completely. The loosened gag simply dangled around his neck as Crystal pressed her lips against his and spat the stuff back into his mouth.

"Let's put on a good show," Crystal said. She stuck out her tongue and added, "Lets see your tongue."

Alvin twitched and backed away. "If you guys don't mind, I think I'd rather not watch this," he said as he went for the door, "Have fun with Snowball."

The charmander's mouth didn't go nearly as close as it did last time, forcing him to let the fluid slide down along his tongue. She caught it on her own tongue and piled it back on.

It was almost bad enough to cry. He wanted to just let the stuff drip onto the floor, but Crystal's tongue was fast and she was handling him rather aggressively. She eventually tilted his head back and let it all drip back into his mouth. He shuddered a bit with his weakened lethargic motion and swallowed it all down.

"I guess Snowball it is," Edward announced. He hit a few buttons on a control pad mounted on his wrist and asked, "So, Snowball, what do you have to say for yourself now?"

The mankey took in a deep breath and sighed with his head hung. "I'm sorry," he muttered softly.

"Loud enough for everyone to hear," Edward insisted, "And address me as master when you talk to me."

"I'm sorry master," the mankey repeated a little louder. There was nothing more he could do than to come clean and it wasn't easy though he got some unexpected comfort from Crystal, who rubbed his sore cheek muscles for him.

"Would you like to change your story now?" Edward asked.

The truth was out now anyway. Asking Crystal to help somehow backfired and removed any possibility of doubt. "Yes master," he said.

"So, how did it happen?" Edward asked.

"It happened as Alvin said it did, master," he declared.

"Yes, yes, I knew that yesterday. I want a full confession. Let's hear what you were thinking when you did these things," Edward demanded, "Start with when you entered the door."

Crystal was out to help again with a glass of water. It was luke warm, but it still hit the spot. "I tied up the slave and I figured she was probably harmless. There was just something about it," he said, pausing briefly to try to choose his words. "Umm, yeah, anyway, I asked her to suck my cock," he continued. A longer pause followed as he hung his head for a while, "I just figured I could cut her free afterwards. I didn't think anyone would catch on." Then there was an awkward silence. All eyes were on him and he had nothing more to say, "That's all master."

"And have you every done this before?" Edward asked.

He bowed his head and closed his eyes. This was the hardest question to answer thus far. There was a lump in his throat that just wouldn't go away. "This is my third time master," he admitted. As long as the collar was on him, there was no use fighting back.

"I don't suppose you know the names of your other victims," Edward remarked.

"No master," Snowball admitted, "I didn't even know Stacey's name till today."

The dragonite got up and started pacing around the room as he talked, "I guess back to what I was talking about last night. You've done wrong and it's time to do something to make up for it. At the moment, I'm open to suggestions if you would like to volunteer anything."

That was a hard one. It was indeed another chance to save himself if he could think of something reasonable to offer. Nothing came to mind though.

"Think hard now," Edward said, "You lied to me, you took advantage of Stacey and tried to tarnish her reputation. Then there are two more. There are a lot of debts to be repaid. I'm sure you can think of some way of making good on that."

Crystal placed her back against Snowball's chest and looked up at the mankey. "Offer him a blowjob," she suggested.

"Now there's an idea, though you're not going to buy Stacey off with sexual favors. You'll have to come up with something else for her," Edward said.

"One blow job, no snow balling," the mankey offered.

"Well, I'll agree with the snow balling, but I think three is a more reasonable number. You're swallowing and I'll be treating your ass with a few toys," Edward countered.

"Three with no toys," Snowball pleaded.

"How about five and I'll let you pick a reasonable set of toys for me to use on you," Edward requested.

"Four?" the mankey grumbled.

"Only if you'll get yourself off with a dildo for my enjoyment," Edward snidely added, "And I want a video of it."

"Fine, five," Snowball conceded, "Can you get this damn thing off me?" His eyes rolled and he gasped in surprise as a jolt of pain struck him.

"I'd appreciate it if you would call me master while it's on you," Edward chuckled, "Why are you wearing that anyway?"

"Crystal told me that she'd hear me out and help me through this if I put it on. She said you'd be reasonable and take it off after and we're done now, aren't we, master?" he explained.

"Master, if I may?" Crystal asked. She received a nod of approval from a very curious dragonite eager to find out how this started. "It bugged him that I would take the word of a slave over his, so I offered him a chance to be an equal and he decided to put it on," she explained in somewhat more detail, "I told him that if he did indeed do nothing wrong, you'd take if off of him. I never told him that you would if he was guilty."

Edward nodded along. "It's an interesting move. So you really put that on of your own free will?" he asked.

Snowball bowed his foolish head in shame. It was a stupid thing to do, simply admitting it earlier would have put him in a better spot. "Yes master, I did," he admitted.

"It makes it a lot harder to lie, adds to your credibility a bit," Edward remarked, "Maybe not the wisest thing you've done, but definitely an interesting one. I don't think I'll let go of you till you've settle your debts with Stacey and anything else that you might need to be punished for."

Crystal covered a smile with her hand and snickered, "Quick start trying to bargain your way out of staying in the dungeon. It's worth it."

*** *** *** ***

Elsewhere, Stacey twitched anxiously as she walked the last few steps to Brian's door. It opened with ease as she poked at it to let him know that she was there. To her surprise, she found Brian with the eevee that they had met earlier at the party. They were rump to rump tied with Brian's knot buried deep inside the eevee.

"You sure picked a great time to start cheating on me," Stacey yelled in frustration.

"Come in and close the door before everyone hears you," Brian insisted, "It's not like you haven't done this before. How many times has it been anyway? Once, twice, a hundred, a thousand, more?"

Obediently, the rattata closed the door and hopped on in. She could see his point. Usually he was the one who wanted it and she just went along with it. "More," she whimpered. The urges weren't completely in control, but it took a lot of effort to keep from acting too strangely. Trying to pull herself back together, she asked something a little more normal, "Who's this friend of yours?"

"The two of you met a while ago at a party. He used to be my whipping boy back at the old place. I still had standards I needed to meet and they couldn't punish me, so they just punished him instead. He's hard core submissive though so it didn't matter much," Brian explained. He gave the eevee a little nudge, "Why don't you say something?"

"I miss the feel of hard knot in my rump," the eevee muttered.

Brian sighed, "I mean something normal like hello and an introduction."

The eevee tilted his head and looked at Stacey. He seemed a little tired. "Hello, my name is whatever master wants to call me at the moment. He had to do some traveling so he arranged for me to come here for a while," he grumbled quietly.

Stacey shook her head at the most unusual introduction and smiled. As she got closer, she noticed that he had a dripping hard cock too. "Can you two boys do me a favor? Catherine slipped me something that makes me real horny and I must get some cock," she admitted.

Her eye was on the prize and she lowered her head under the eevee's and took the tip into her mouth. The two boys twitched as the eevee started to tense up. "Stop, stop," Brian objected.

"That's goddess Catherine," the eevee pointed out once she stopped, "You should be more respectful when you talk about people."

Stacey backed down and whined, "I don't like her though."

"This place gets the other visits," Brian quickly pointed out.

"Say what you want about her, but she's still goddess Catherine even if she does seem a little mean," the eevee insisted.

Impatiently, the rattata shifted back and forth. "Ok, I'll call her goddess Catherine," she whined, "Can you guys help me out or not? Sorry if I sound cranky."

"Come here, you'll have to settle for some tongue till we can get separated," Brian told her.

"I'll do as I'm told if you want," the eevee said, "Just keep his mind off of drugs. Keep nagging him about your needs."

"Oh right, that. I almost forgot," Stacey remarked, "Do you know what's going to happen to him?"

"Yeah, and it's not pretty, but he's gotten over it every time before," the eevee told her.

Stacey rolled over in front of Brian and pawed at his muzzle, "You ok baby?"

His warm breath flowed through the rattata's fur as he took a deep breath. He moistened his tongue and gave her a quick lick before answering. She was practically dripping. "I'm fine for now," he assured her, "but I'm going to need to have my friends around me."