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Stacey was horrified as she looked out at Brian's still body. The only movement was the gentle rise and fall of his back with every breath. He really wasn't himself and that mew seemed to have a control over him unlike any other she had seen before. Somehow she needed to get him back to normal and do it without breaking any rules. It seemed like a lost cause. Though maybe it would just wear off eventually. He looked almost like he was sleeping, except his eyes remained fixed with a dead gaze.

"I presume you're free now," the mew began, "As I offered earlier, let me show you how to treat a man." She floated over to Stacey and gave her a little tap on the head with the tip of her tail, leaving the rattata mystified as to her seemingly unnatural flight pattern. "Your boyfriend here is quite the nice submissive. He'll be a good training tool for you to learn on."

"Wh, wh, what do you mean?" Stacey asked, not really feeling up to anything at the moment. She was still worried but wasn't quite sure how to let it be known. Showing her fear wasn't gong to do anything useful. It sort of struck her that her feelings towards anything never really did matter. Her heart sank as he sat down with a depressive sigh.

The mew pitched downwards and scratched between Stacey's ears, "Didn't your master teach you anything about addressing people correctly? You're in the presence of top brass here."

Stacey bowed her head, "Sorry ma'am." She had hardly even entered the room and she was already being yelled at, once for being slow, and again for formalities. Things weren't going well for her, fear was already taking over and she was having trouble remembering all the rules.

"Tell me what the two of you normally do when you get together," the mew requested, hoping a few examples would help clarify things.

Stacey took a deep breath hoping that they could keep up casual conversation till she could think of some reason to get away. "Well, we eat together and umm, we hang out a lot. Sleep together, have fun together, that sort of stuff ma'am," she explained.

The mew drifted over to Brian and descended back to the ground. "And do the two of you have sex with each other?" she asked, taking a seat on the growlithe's back.

Stacey tensed, feeling a little embarrassed by the question, "Yes ma'am."

"How does it usually go?" Catherine asked. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees and holding her head up with her hands.

Stacey took a few moments to collect her thoughts, "Well, he fucks me regularly and sometimes I suck his cock ma'am."

"So essentially, you pleasure him, right?" Catherine asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Stacey replied like a good little slave.

"And does he do anything specifically to help you reach orgasm?" Catherine asked.

"No ma'am," the rattata clarified.

Catherine reached out with her tail and tilted Stacey's chin up. "That's what I'm talking about. He's always the top. Admit it, your relationship is really about him, isn't it? Let me show you how to treat men so that you can get them to go out of their way to please you and your boyfriend here just happens to be a really good one to learn on. He can walk all over you if you let him but it isn't hard to get him to respond to your every whim," she explained. There was a long silence as Stacey looked back at her blankly still too afraid too talk.

Catherine stood up again, and then floated towards the door, "We'll start when his treat has worn off. In the mean time, come with me and we'll get that punishment you deserve out of the way."

Stacey hesitated for a moment as she stared at her boyfriend. It just didn't look natural and it didn't feel right leaving him like this. Her paws felt like there were glued to the floor and her neck stiffened as she tried to turn her head towards the mew. "Please, I'm worried," she objected.

The snoozing growlithe leapt up at her with a loud roar, causing Stacey to jump back several steps. Instinctively, her fur puffed out and she stood with her forepaws spread apart for balance and hind legs poised for the charge. Her large front teeth stood ready to tear apart any attacker. Then, just as suddenly as it began, Brian collapsed on the floor again, and resumed snoozing like nothing had happened.

It took Stacey a moment to respond to everything, but she shook out her fur and her coat dropped back to it's regular height before she got out of her combat stance and back into her regular walking position.

"Easy there," Catherine teased, "You wouldn't want to hurt your boyfriend now, would you? Not to mention you're already due to be punished. It'll probably be best if you didn't display your discipline problems. He's done this before on countless occasions. Trust me, he'll be fine without you watching over him. Now if you don't get a move on, I'll let him punish you in addition to what I already had in mind for you."

"But..." Stacey objected, looking up at the mew, "What's happening to him?"

"He's going to wake up like none of this ever happened," Catherine declared, "And you're going to step out as you've been told to and we'll go make sure you remember not to avoid me and to always address me as Goddess Catherine.."

The rattata slowly rotated on her white legs to face the door, which took on a blue glow and then swung open to let her out. It didn't feel right, but she found her way into the storm and the only thing she could do was ride it out.

"Start walking," Catherine insisted.

Stacey took a deep breath and took a step forward, still shaking a little. Then she closed her eyes and managed another step while the image of what she was leaving behind burned its way into her memory. Her body felt heavy as she slowly stepped away, her body rising and falling in a wildly exaggerated motion. It was more like sticking a paw forward and then falling upon it than actual walking, but she soon found herself by the door, while the mew floated above her.

"Hurry up," Catherine ordered, "I'm not marching you off to die, just to hurt like you wish you were dead."

Step by step, she pressed on, still not walking normally, but managing to cover a bit of ground. It grew a little easier as she put a bit of distance between herself and her first worry. Now she was beginning to worry about herself. Her breathing was heavy and her heart raced. She was terrified.

"You make such a big deal out of this," Catherine complained, "A little pain should be part of your regular routine. You shouldn't go to sleep sore about getting five lashes, but rather grateful that you didn't get fifty. Being punished is nothing to be afraid of as long as you learn from it." She grinned and added, "You can even ask your boyfriend about that one."

"What is my punishment goddess Catherine?" Stacey asked.

"You'll see, little one," the mew assured her, "You'll see."

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

"What are we doing out here?" Stacey asked, rubbing her paws into the grass of the open field that she had been led to.

"I took you here, because I want a wide open space that doesn't need to be cleaned up, because you're about to make a big mess," Catherine explained. She pulled out a pill and floated over the rattata, flipping herself upside down as she slipped it into Stacey's mouth. "Chew it and then swallow it," she ordered, "It'll go by quicker that way."

Stacey bit down on the pill, it tasted bitter. She ground it in her molars, letting the bitterness fill her mouth. Her face scrunched up as she swirled her saliva around and sucked back the powered pill. "What did you just give me, goddess Catherine?" she asked.

The mew just leaned back and relaxed, acting as though it wasn't important. She took her time and then pat Stacey on the head, "Don't worry about a thing dear. The less you question me, the better off you'll be."

"So, what do I do now, goddess Catherine?" Stacey asked.

Catherine smiled, "Now you just relax, enjoy, try not to worry and try not to make yourself messy."

"What do you mean ma'am?" the rattata asked.

"Oh, you'll see," Catherine chuckled, "Just give it a few minutes. Relax and enjoy the sunshine while you can."

Stacey tilted her head to the side, still trying to lick the remnants of the pill off her teeth. She settled down in the grass under the mew's shadow, her tail waving back and forth. The wind whined as it cut through the tall grass, while the sun warmed the fur on her back. Things gradually took hold as a sensation of pressure slowly built in her abdomen. She had hardly noticed by the time her rectal sphincter clenched instinctively.

"Oh boy," Stacey muttered as she tried to hold everything in for a few seconds before giving up. She could feel her sides collapsing inwards as she left a big pile of droppings behind her.

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

"Are you sure you're finished this time?" Catherine snickered.

"Yes goddess Catherine," the rattata shyly pleaded for a fifth time.

"And you're really sure this time?" Catherine said, "It isn't going to be like the last few times where you start heading back only to come running back to lay down a few droppings a few seconds later?"

Stacey took a deep breath, with her sides aching from her muscles squeezing her insides, "Yes, goddess Catherine."

Catherine scratched her chin, "Well, I suppose the walk back is long enough if you happen to change your mind and have second thoughts."

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

Brian rolled onto his back, with his head tilted back and neck exposed as the door opened. He retracted his paws and gave his tail a friendly swish as he called out, "Mistress."

Catherine tugged Stacey along on a short leash, dropping her end shortly after they cleared the door. The rattata sat down where she was, awaiting instructions while she zipped off to give Brian a little attention. "Hello dear," she said in a slow deep voice as she gave his neck a rub, "Today we're going to teach your girlfriend how to properly dominate you." She leaned in and held her head over his neck, rubbing her cheek against his chin. "So I want you to get up and pick a nasty little thing to be tied to while I go over a few things with her, ok?" she asked speaking in baby talk, with her ear up against his throat waiting for a reply.

"Yes mistress," he said and immediately, the mew drifted upwards and away, letting him rise to his feet.

"This is where we get started," Catherine addressed her pupil, "in your role as a slave, you probably won't get that many chances to get vicious. Though you should be prepared to because there's no excuses for doing a lousy job. As much as we don't want to cause permanent harm, I'd like you to hold nothing back. If you follow my instructions, everything will go fine,." She took a quick glance back at Brian. "Ok, there's two parts to a person, mind and body. To control the body is easy. It takes a little practice, but rope, cuffs, and what not will get the job done. The other part, the mind, requires a bit more work. You have to get him afraid of you, you have to let him know that if he doesn't do what you want, there'll be something worse. If you're really good, you can even get him to beg to be tortured just to impress you." Stacey nodded in acknowledgement, the fear was really setting in. It was someone she loved and this didn't sound pleasant. "So, let's get started with a hands on learning experience. With a little practice you should be able to get him to do, say and even think anything you want," Catherine concluded as she turned her attention back to Brian.

Stacey followed her closely as she floated back over to growlithe who was happily waiting next to a wooden stand that clipped around his body, and stood him up on two legs, just waiting to be locked in. The hinges creaked as Catherine opened up its jaws, her back quivering at the sound. "Oil this thing when you get the chance," she said as Brian wandered into the device, "If it still squeaks the next time, you might be in there for a long time." She planted her feet firmly on the ground and wrapped her arms around Brian's upper body, hoisting him up into the restraint. Once in place, the growlithe held his forepaws out, to keep himself standing while Catherine closed it again, and latching it shut.

"Comfortable?" Stacey asked timidly.

"Yes, ma'am," Brian acknowledged, addressing her as her subordinate.

Catherine busily worked away, threading the straps through the holes and pinning down his forepaws to reduce the amount of possible struggle. Normally, those straps could just be tightened and loosened, staying on the apparatus, but for storage, it was simply easier to place all the panels flat against each other. The forelimb and hindlimb straps stuck together as one big one holding all the pieces together. "That's a good start," she said, "You now have a captive. Talk to your captive. Try to learn as much about him as you can. Find out where he's vulnerable and learn to exploit those vulnerabilities. Figure out his fears and use those to control him."

"Does that thing really help support your weight when you stand?" Stacey asked.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, and lifted up one of his feet with a minimum of shifting around.

"Does it get tiring?" she asked, trying to figure it out.

"Yes, ma'am, after a while, my legs start to hurt and if they get cuffed in, they wont be able to stretch and will start to cramp," Brian replied.

Stacey glanced over at the empty slots on the sides of the stand. With the straps there, they made sure that his legs were at pretty much full extension, with his legs spread at a gentle angle. It left everything of interest exposed nicely. The standing posture also put his crotch at about the same level as her face. "Can we do without those?" she asked as Catherine started tightening the last strap.

"Do you want to make him comfy or do you want to make him suffer?" Catherine asked, "Keep your priorities sorted out." A brief silence followed as the mew snickered softly, "Not bad. Still remember the details." She then turned to Brian, who leaned his head towards the mew in response, "You may speak now."

"No, ma'am," he replied. He lifted both his feet of the ground and arched his back, swinging back and forth, "If you were right in front of me, I could kick you if you didn't. Until you have me properly intimidated, it's a poor risk.."

"Very good," Catherine spoke in praise of him as he set his feet back down. Intuitively, he shook them out a bit before sliding them up as close to each other as they would go. "Keep talking to him," she told Stacey as she crouched along the floor to begin work on the lower cuffs.

"Why did you pick this one?" Stacey asked.

"Because it stands, ma'am," he replied, "In general, if the subject is on two legs, put him on four. If he's on four legs, put him on two. Shifting him out of a familiar position helps keep him intimidated ma'am."

"What else can you tell me about this thing?" she said, as she started asking more open questions.

Brian looked down at the ring of wood around him, holding his forelimbs, then glanced up at the rattata, "If you take two steps closer, I won't be able to see you. It's good for keeping surprises or if you want to modify the way I look. It becomes more confusing if I can't see what you're doing. Alternatively, if it faces away from the main area, with an adjustable mirror. You can make me watch myself being tortured helplessly. Seeing myself in the mirror is a different experience. With this piece, you can easily control what I see, ma'am."

"He's very informative. Listen to his advice, but develop your own style," Catherine said as she shifted over to work on the other leg.

Stacey looked around, noticing that there wasn't a mirror anywhere. "Would you like to be able to see yourself?" she asked.

"No ma'am," He replied.

"Why is that?" she asked, in a more casual tone. She was trying to speak more as a girlfriend that a mistress.

"Because I know Catherine will scare me to death with it, ma'am" he said getting a little more casual.

"Interesting how you neglected to address me correctly," Catherine commented as she finished up. Floating behind the support and out of view, she whispered into Brian's ear, "Though I suppose it's suiting because for the next while, I'm just going to be more of a coach while she handles all the dirty work. If you wish, you can just pretend I'm not even here."

"See that ma'am," Brian pointed out, "Another very good move. She got into a position where I couldn't see her and got up close to me. It isn't bad to stand in one spot if you want to be a military commander, but otherwise, move around, control when you can be seen and develop a feel for when you want to be seen. Go ahead and try that out now, ma'am."

Stacey nodded and wandered about in a half circle before sitting down and staring at Brain from behind. "So umm, like, what am I supposed to do?" she asked hesitantly.

Brian closed his eyes, no longer having reason to keep them open. No point in trying to see what cannot be seen. He found that the darkness helped keep him relaxed. "Pace around, make some noise, make me wonder what you're doing. I won't be worried if you aren't doing anything, unless you leave me alone for a long time, ma'am," he explained.

Stacey looked around for where Catherine had floated to. "What can I do?" she asked, not sure where the answer would come from but confident that the question was heard. The answer came in the form of a package of IV starting needles, sandwiched inside a little pouch dropped down from above. The mew quickly made her presence known again, her cheek pressed up against Stacey's and hand on her back.

"Go ahead, open it," she whispered in Stacey's ear.

Stacey took a gulp, not sure if she was ready for it. A row of sharp needles lay before her and she was to use them on her boyfriend. She turned her head looking back at Catherine in disbelief, the mew's wagging finger and shaking head told her not to hesitate. A firm grasp on her collar reminded her that it wasn't her choice to make. Catherine tugged her collar down to the package and she planted a paw firmly over it, gripping the corner in her mouth. There was a quick buzz as she clumsily ripped open the sterile packaging. "Sound familiar?" Catherine asked.

Brian shook knowing that it couldn't be good, his shaking neck in the restraint only served to amuse the sadistic mew. There was a thunk as Brian tried to draw his legs in, quickly stopped by the cuffs, his legs quivered, his body exposed.

"Would you like to give the introduction?" Catherine asked.

"No, goddess Catherine," Brian replied using her full title for the first time since her arrival.

"I suppose you might not be entirely certain what's going on," the mew said as she floated over the stand, waving for Stacey to carry the needles over. "Get up close, where it's harder to see what you're doing," she addressed Stacey again, "Welcome to your first play piercing session. It can be very dangerous, or in the right hands, very fun." She placed her hand on top of Stacey's head and tilted it towards Brian's hard cock, "Before we go into that though, your subbie is hard perhaps you should take a moment to make fun of him for it." Her tail looped under Stacey's chin and tilted the rattata's head towards her, "Just don't lick it, you're not here to pleasure him."

Stacey stared blankly at Brian's exposed member. For once it wasn't obscured between his legs, it stuck out in the open lewdly, ready to be attacked, or played with as they saw fit and there was nothing he could do about it.

Her mind went blank and her stomach knotted as she thought about hurting him. "Umm, you having fun yet?" she asked blankly.

"Not really, ma'am," Brian replied in a dull tone.

Catherine chuckled, "What kind of a line was that? Let's see you do better, try again."

"Are you looking forward to this?" Stacey struggled.

"I look forward to pleasing my mistress any way I can, ma'am," the growlithe calmly stated.

Catherine sighed and pulled one of the needles out, "I don't know what's more painful, watching this or." She cut off and made a quick mock stabbing motion towards her cunt. She rolled her eyes and picked up an alcohol swab packet and tore it open with her teeth, "Could you do it right this time? I'm going to have to hurt you back if you make this any more painful for me."

The pressure was really on now and Stacey simply couldn't think clearly. She watched as Catherine wiped over the length of Brian's shaft, leaving the tip untouched though. "I hope I have as much fun as you seem to be having," she stuttered.

Catherine shook her head, "Better, but still horrible. Try to sound a little more menacing and a lot less friendly."

Stacey tensed her entire body and her fur shot up standing on end as she felt Catherine rub over the back of her neck. "Please, no, please," she muttered, "Please don't hurt me."

"You're just loving this aren't you? You love seeing your little girl getting abused, admit it," Catherine snarled. She pinched up the scruff of Stacey's neck and slid the needle through the fold of flesh as Stacey screamed out in pain, "Well, you'll get your chance to do the same once we finish struggling through this." She turned back to Stacey and spoke right in her ear, "That's how it's done. By the way, touch that and die."

Stacey had sealed her eyes tightly and shook in place. "Please, it hurts, it hurts. Take it out," her voice quivered as a tear ran down her cheek, "It really hurts."

"If you don't want to be punished, you should do what you're told, and do a good job," Catherine scolded.

Stacey collapsed to the ground sobbing, "Please, I can't do this. Don't ask me to hurt him." She pointed her forepaws towards her nose and curled her tail underneath her, "I can't, I can't, I can't," she insisted.

Catherine glanced up at Brian and back at Stacey, "Please, you're disappointing your boyfriend, calm down and let him tell you how badly he wants to be hurt." She pulled a second needle out of package and held it against Stacey's neck, "Get up and give it a try. He wants you to."

Stacey felt the needle twisting slowly against the back of her neck followed by a quick flash of pain as it broke through the skin. She squealed out as the needle slowly eased its way through with a twisting motion and another flash of pain hit her as it broke through the other side of the flap of skin. It seemed like a long time, but she quickly went quiet as the needle slid the rest of the way through.

"Just get up and hurt him before I waste all these on you. He wants this to happen you know," Catherine said. She glanced back up at Brian, "You have some encouraging words don't you?"

"Go ahead, Stacey, come and hurt me," he said, "It's one of those things you have to experience to understand, but being hurt by someone you love feels great. It's a way of showing devotion. Life goes on as normal after and I can feel that I've proven I love you. You can do this. Just breathe slowly and try to relax. The worst of the pain is over."

"See, he wants you to hurt him," Catherine said, "Are you going to give him what he wants? I'm sure he wouldn't hesitate if I asked him to hurt you when you wanted it. I'm sure he'd hurt you just the same if you didn't want it. Good slaves follow their orders."

Stacey slowly rose from her dysfunctional clump and opened her eyes. "Relief please?" she begged, twitching nervously.

"Now, now," Catherine said, "Prove that you're a good slave first, come here and lets put a needle in. I'll take one out of you for every one you put in him."

In a slow stager, Stacey moved closer with her paws shaking madly as she walked. Her eyes watered and made it hard to see anything more than a vague outline. In a bold, nearly catatonic move, her paw rose up to get a needle from Catherine.

"See, it's not that hard," Catherine said as she slid the needle between Stacey's paw pads, "Would you like a little help with this?"

Brian's eyes closed tightly and his head turned to the side before he could see Stacey's head nod. His muscles tensed in anticipation. The restraints held his legs firm as he tugged hard to try to draw them in. He could never bring himself to watch, but Catherine knew she could force him if she waited long enough. He could feel the mew's fingers pinch off a section of skin near the base of his cock, just above and to the side. That was where he figured the needle would go and surely enough the cold metal bore through the thin, sensitive skin and protruded clearly out the other side. Stacey's paw grazed by as the back of the needle slid out of her paw.

"Now push it in the rest of the way," Catherine ordered, "You don't want it coming out. If you think what you're going through feels bad, you should see how it feel with the tip swinging around inside you."

The needle slid down cleanly the rest of the way till the base rested firmly against Brian's delicate flesh. A drop of blood pushed out the other end and small red spots appeared where the needle protruded. It was a very clean piercing that earned Stacey the removal of one of hers. There was a massive rush of blood as Catherine swiftly pulled one of the needles out of the little rattata's back. Stacey collapsed again as all the stress holding her up suddenly plummeted.

"How about you continue with the tutorial," Catherine said as she rubbed Stacey's skin near where the piercing used to be, "You can open your eyes again, your torturer needs a little time to recover."

Brian slowly let his legs relax again and turned his head back, to see his girlfriend sprawled out at his feet. His breathing grew into a series of slow, heavy gasps. "That wasn't, too, bad," he panted, "Was it?" Out of the corner of his eye he could see Catherine tapping on the sharps box as a hint of what to say next. He took his time and waited till he could talk at a seemingly normal pace, "Every time you remove a needle the first thing you want to do is dispose of it. Put it in a proper sharps container and get rid of it. Needles have to be sterile or they won't be safe. You don't want anyone getting poked accidentally with a used needle."

It had been a while since he exercised his submissive tendencies, but sure enough, he found his endorphin rush, just as strong as ever. His member grew painfully stiff as his legs slid further apart invitingly. He was starting to look forward to the powerful moment of intimidation just before the needle hit. His eyes closed again, preferring not to know when it was going to happen.

"Don't you have anything more to say? Technique, style," Catherine suggested. She floated up behind Brain and quickly poked the back of his neck with her tail, "Why your eyes are closed, and how to get them open perhaps?"

Brian's upper body tensed and rocked back against the supports, "It's because I'm scared and don't want to watch. It's why I didn't want a mirror. Getting my eyes open is a matter of relying on my curiosity and impatience. If I close my eyes just as you're about to do something, chances are I'll open them again if you do something I'm not expecting you to or just wait. If nothing happens for a while, I'll open my eyes again to figure out what's going on."

"How else can it be done?" Catherine asked unsatisfied.

"Orders, ma'am," Brian replied. He paused for a while not sure if he wanted to go further because anything he said might be used against him at this point.

"How else?" Catherine insisted.

"Training," Brian said, "You can get me out of the habit of closing my eyes if you refuse to proceed while my eyes are closed. Make eye contact with me and make sure I know that I can't get away with anything."

"Better," Catherine said, "Not good, so I'll just say not as poor. Why do we want your eyes open? And give a nice detailed description. We want Stacey to be a nice, strong dominatrix for you in my absence so that someone can keep you controlled."

"Intimidation and fear," Brian said, "If you can train me to keep my eyes open, I'm a lot easier to scare and intimidate. Fear of pain is far more intimidating than pain alone. You'll get better control and more loyalty if you can."

The mew tipped over and hovered upside down as she pet the growlithe, "There, now was that so hard? You're usually much more forthcoming and informative. You can come forward with these things and tell exactly how you need to be controlled. You'll get a better experience if you aren't shy about things, and besides, you're supposed to be an instructional aide."

"Yes, goddess Catherine," he said. His legs drew as close as they could together and he looked down, "I can't even see what you're doing but you get the idea that it would be rather frightening if I could watch or had to watch. More reasons I don't like mirrors. Something like that needs to be used though, you either have to adapt your style to the room or design your room around your favourite style. You ready to try again yet?"

Stacey looked up and got on her feet again and looked at the pack of needles, counting them in her head. She froze again with her paw floating in the air. Her eyes stared straight ahead at the growlithe's lower quarters. She had accepted that she had no real control over the situation. Everything that Catherine had planned for her to do was going to have to happen before she'd be able to regain any sense of control. The mew floated down to help her again, passing her a needle and finding a spot for it. Stacey continued to stare, hardly paying attention to what she was supposed to do till she found herself poised over her boyfriend the needle ready for the same spot on the other side of his body. All she needed now was a gentle push and the sharp steel would cut and tear a small hole through a very sensitive area of her boyfriend.

"When you're ready now," Catherine instructed as she held onto a pinch of skin, "Remember what we talked about and go when things feel right." The rattata looked onward unable to proceed. She looked uncertain, uneasy, and unimposing.

Several seconds passed and Brian went from tense to slightly more relaxed to curious and opened his eyes again. "Come on, you can do this," he said, "After you get this one in you get the last needle in you removed. You'll feel better after that." Still, she didn't budge.

Catherine crouched over the rattata and whispered in her ear, "Make him beg for pain."

With that remark she finally dug up the courage to force the needle through and collapsed. Such a simple act, yet so draining. She didn't want to force him to suffer any more than he had to. Her ears slicked back she felt drained as if she woke from a dizzying trance only to find that everything was still going on. As promised, Catherine removed the last needle from Stacey's neck but a dull, stinging sensation persisted in the area.

"Maintain your image," Catherine commanded, "You're supposed to be a strong dominant figure, look like one. Remember what we talked about regarding controlling what your slave sees and apply it before I feel tempted to put another needle in you and I'll stick it somewhere sensitive." Stacey slowly slid aside and out of view. Her struggle to move without standing up left a distinct image of weakness rather than dignity. "If you're going to be a top, you're going to have to start appearing like one if you're going to treat anyone who isn't already putty," Catherine continued to lecture. She slid her tail under Stacey's chin and tilted it up, "Once you start looking like one, you'll start feeling like one and then people can start treating you like one. Face it, you hardly seem intimidating like this."

Stacey sank back down as soon as Catherine removed her tail. She got the message, but it was just far too difficult to move. This wasn't fun and she didn't want to do it anymore. The top was supposed to be the ones in control, the ones with choices. Here she had no control, no choice in the matter. She was destined to make a growlithe pincushion, it was just going to take the right encouragement and some time. It felt like her little crime spree all over again only much worse. Her paws slipped around under her as she stood up again, with thoughts of that gold watch dangling in her mind. She reminded herself that she was just a toy, something to be used for the amusement of others in which she had no real responsibility as long as orders are followed.

"You look so weak," Catherine commented, "Let me know if you need something to help calm your nerves, you still have a few needles to place and it's going to take steady movements if you're going to do it safely. Get back out there and try to look intimidating. Maybe threaten a few spots and put the rest of the needles in slowly. Put on a good show for me."

Stacey looked up at Catherine with begging eyes hoping that she wouldn't make her finish the rest of the needles. The mew gazed back at her, needles ready in one hand and motioning to another spot with the other. The rattata quivered with the thought of having to go through this process several times. If she was going to get this done, it was going to take a lot of encouragement. Unfortunately, nobody seemed very encouraging. On one side of her was Catherine, who seemed more intimidating than anything else. On the other side was Brian, who was scared, worried and weak.

"The rump is always a good place to poke a few holes," Catherine advised her as she slipped another needle between Stacey's paw pads. She then turned back to Brian and made a small request, "How about you tell your girlfriend how to inflict the maximum amount of raw pain with one of these?"

Brian gulped and twisted his head to try to get a glance at Catherine but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Unable to confirm her tone, he gathered up the courage to start. His voice trembled as he began, "Needles cause pain in two ways, by breaking the skin and damaging the flesh. For a long needle, you want a flat area that can be pinched in several places to drive the needle in and out a maximum number of times." It was hard for him to say just how hurt him. It had been a long time since he was just a torture toy for Catherine's use and his tolerances had dropped considerably. "It's important to keep in mind where the major arteries are because a large needle can be accidentally driven in quite deep," he concluded as he tried to come to terms with facing another assault from a short needle. Training won out over fear though as he naturally continued his explanation, "A short needle causes the most pain by damaging the flesh. Having a larger portion outside the body helps make it easier to move the needle around. You want to push it in all the way so that the tip is inside the body. Once the needle is in, rub the area to cause it to shift around until you've achieved the desired effect. Look for a soft fleshy area that will allow for a good amount of movement such as the rump as suggested earlier ma'am." He cringed as he finished the sentence. Despite his best efforts, a small whimper for mercy got out as he found himself exposing his vulnerable areas to harm.

Trying to increase the pain wasn't going to be difficult for Stacey, she was already having a hard time keeping her paws steady. Watching something like Catherine rubbing her boyfriend's rump with alcohol was an incredibly horrifying sight. Brian on the other hand was still fairly coherent, although it was a combined effort of the addiction and training holding him together. The hard part was trying to get everything going.

"Go on dear," Catherine said as she forced Stacey behind the standing growlithe, "You heard what he said. Why don't you try to get him to break down. Just go nuts until he can't take it anymore. You'll love power."

Stacey struggled to stay back but gave up once she was within striking range. She was getting pretty desperate for a way out. Her eyes wandered around the room, unable to stay focus on what was before her. There was no running, no hiding, and stalling only prolonged the inevitable but it was still the most attractive choice. How to stall was another good question. The longer she sat there contemplating, the more worried Brian seemed to become. The chain holding one of Brian's legs started rattling as he began to shake and she had to do something to calm him down.

It was asking too much to just get it over with. As much as she needed this to be over, she was struggling hard to get her own body to co-operate with what she knew needed to be done. She raised her paw up. So far so good. It was time to get it close now and she brought her paw up against Brian's flesh. He stopped moving instantly and tensed up. Now all that was left was to press it in and it would be over. That was the hard part though. She brought up another paw to finish the job and not only was it hard to hold it steady, it was also hard to keep her eyes focused on it. The small needle was hardly noticeable as her bleached paw turned into a creamy white blur. She closed her eyes and slowly let her paw come down on the target. Brian shifted as he felt the needle press a little harder. He was expecting it to break easily, but instead the tip dragged along the skin before the point found its eventual resting spot.

Brian squealed as the needle punched through his skin and Stacey's paws slipped away, dragging the back of the needle with her. It may have dug in with the tip slanted downwards, but the weakened rattata had inadvertently continued to force it as she fell back to the ground. That one hurt a lot more than the rest of them. Trying to face that again wasn't going to be easy for him and he wasn't really sure how much further he could go before he would have to beg. The goal Catherine stated though was to break him and he certainly wasn't going to interfere by pleading till things were really bad..

Catherine got up close to inspect the work. There was a growing drop of blood developing on the back and red line streaked along the flesh in the shallow, but long cut that Stacey made. "Well now," Catherine said, "That one looks kind of scary. A few more like that and he's bound to crack. Give him another one, nice and slow like before."

Stacey wasn't looking forward to doing that again, but didn't have the energy to raise an objection. She hardly had the strength left to hold herself up. Catherine had no trouble lifting the rattata's paw and equipping her with another needle to use against her boyfriend.

Her body swayed back and forth as she positioned her paw on Brian's rump. He quickly jumped to get away and a wave of pain from all the needle rushed through his body. The growlithe screamed in pain before settling down again. He still wasn't begging for things to stop. Still, Stacey turned her tired eyes towards Catherine in hopes that she would let this stop.

"You're doing well," the mew remarked, "Just keep it up and he'll break. It might take a dozen, but he'll break."

There was no avoiding it, the next needle had to go in. It was already in position and all that was left to do was for Stacey to thrust it in. Brian stood tense and growled under his breath. His eyes were sealed shut and tears dripped down his cheeks. It was getting hard to remember, but in his slave days he could handle a lot more. Method was key though. A little encouragement and a kind kiss would have easily kept him hanging in there. Instead, he found himself dreading the next needle. Part of him was worried how badly it would show. Another part of him took comfort in knowing that Stacey probably wasn't going to keep going after he caved. Catherine enjoyed pushing his tolerances up slowly though. Giving in early with her often meant another hour or two of torment instead of a swift end, treat and a few snuggles.

The second one was definitely easier for Stacey. It was somewhat comforting that Brian managed to hang on through the last one. She took a deep breath and tried to clear her eyes before pressing the needle in. This time, she could actually focus. It felt horrible to have to do this and all that worrying had sapped her strength. She exhaled again, ready to do the horrible things that she must. She lifted another paw and punched the needle in. This time, a nice, smooth entry that didn't cause nearly as much damage.

Brian quivered as soon as it was over. There was yet another stabbing pain in the butt to deal with. It wasn't going to be much longer now. All he could think about was the new pain. Putting up any kind of fight was starting to really hurt.

It had been too long since Catherine saw the expression of pure agony on Brian's face. She grinned at the sight, usually it took quite a lot of work to push him to that point. It made him a good toy. "You look so cute when you're about to crack," she quipped, "I can tell it's not going to be much longer." She picked up Stacey's paw and readied another needle. "How about you try to get another one in just between the two already there?" she suggested. Catherine even guided her paw right to the spot.

Stacey groaned as she shifted her weight to get another paw up. She had to rest some of it on Brian's rump and that's when it happened. His eyes lit up with horror as he muttered, "No, please stop."

Catherine quickly swooped in to silence him and slapped him across the face with her tail. "Finish the task!" she immediately insisted.

Her orders won out over her boyfriend's pleas as Stacey continued to get herself into position. Brian was muttering a few things under his breath, but Stacey kept going anyway. The needle poked in and Brian responded with a full fledged, genuine scream.

The rattata collapsed, unable to move. The task was finally complete. Brian had cracked.

"No more," he shouted, "No more!"

It wasn't quite over for him yet though. Catherine took up Stacey's place and massaged the needles, just as Brian had suggested. The sharp tips gave excruciating pain as they prodded and tore the flesh that was trying to move.

"Stop, stop, I give up," Brian begged, as instinct won out over experience. His body was starting to thrash around as best it could in its restrains. Each needle was a significant burden as his struggles refused to stop.

"Calm yourself," Catherine advised him as she gave Stacey a poke with her tail. The weak rattata simply groaned in response, her jaw failing to close completely afterwards. Once Brian had settled back down again, she gave Stacey another poke, "You're missing the best part."

Brian wheezed and tried his best to hold still. Moving was excruciating, but he couldn't stop shaking. He could see Catherine looking at him now and heard her voice with crystal clarity. "Focus," she said. It only took a good look in the eyes and a single word to bring him back into control. His eyes met with her gaze and he swallowed knowing that it would all be over soon.

Having his legs massaged was a lot easier to handle knowing that Catherine's desire was supporting him. It was how she usually liked to end things, by proving that he could handle just a bit more.

The mew glanced back and forth between Brian and Stacey. This session had taken it's toll on both of them. After a bit of thought, she drifted over to Stacey and gave her a little nudge and there was no response. Her hands rubbed the poor little creature's head and she whispered into the slave's ear, "I should leave your boyfriend suffering till you get up and help him out. Since he needs to have some energy left to torture you later, I'm going to help you out. Though I'm going to have to insist that you torture him once a month to develop some skills. I expect a better show next time I visit."

She turned her attention back to Brian and hovered just above his head, leaving nothing but a dangling tail for him to see. "I'm going to let you out in a minute, but you're going to have to agree to something first. Once a month, you're going to have your girlfriend come by and torture you. Make sure you give her a good introduction to all these lovely pieces of equipment that were made just for you. It would be a shame not to use them after I went to so much trouble to get them all just for you," she told him, "Do you understand and agree?"

"Yes, goddess Catherine," Brian automatically replied.