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Noise was his ally. Noise was always there to protect him. Ever since birth he had been surrounded by noise and he doubted that anything would be silent around him. Things constantly moved around, they changed, they would grow. Likewise he would be right there, unnoticed by many pairs of eyes until it was too late. Every mon had a place in society and his was standing right in front of someone and not being noticed until he fulfilled his task. That being said, his current predicament made it quite hard to achieve the invisibility that would usually cloak him. It didn't even help that he couldn't sit down like he usually did, no, he had to be forced to stand and have multiple eyes on him. The trick here however was to have others draw attention to themselves with their whining and whimpering while he would remain silent. Anytime someone would could near him the sniffling of nearby mon would cause them to quickly lose interest.

In his short time on display he had learned that many potential buyers wanted to find those that would squirm, those that showed fear so they could more easily force their authority upon them. At the same time if you tried to willingly defy their authority by looking them right in the eyes or not shaking in their presence then that would make others curious about your existence. You had to find a good line right in the middle where you could show a bit of submissiveness and also a bit of dominance, a line that disinterested many.

That was the line he walked now, and more than ever he had to maintain it. For the past five days he had learned the routine. Be placed out at sunrise, wait for buyers to come around as those that got bought would quickly be replaced by other potential wares. Wait a bit more until sunset came along and then have your shackles unlocked by the attendants and be ushered into your cells with only a bit of food and expected to have a good nights rest before repeating the same schedule tomorrow. During the nights he worked on something far different from sleep. Noise was his ally, and it helped tremendously for when he had to sneak around. He knew how to sneak well enough, but every single movement produced some fraction of noise which was why he was grateful to have many snoring mons around his cell.

He had worked patiently every night in finding the bolts to his cage. He had their positions memorized by now and tonight was the night. He had spoken to the few elder mon that still hadn't been chosen and probably would never be chosen. They had said that every five days a caravan would come along and drop off more potential wares. Only a few were allowed to be selected and placed in empty cells while the rest would be taken to other camps spread across the city. If that was true then even the handlers would be busy with inspecting new mon coming in, which meant that he could possibly have enough time to twist off the bolts and push the cage door open. He didn't know the layout of the facility as well as he would like, but if he was able to find a place to hide in, say a abandoned building, then he could bide his time in there, wait until morning came and then spill into the streets with the other mon and take his time getting to the gates before running into the wilderness. He knew once he got to that point he could easily find landmarks and make his way to a village and start trying to find work once more.

The others... well, for starters he had no idea where they were so it wasn't as if he could run out and grab them. In all likelihood some of them had already been sold or they had received a harsher punishment than he had. For all he knew they could have been executed. It was no time to be a hero, instead it was time to look out only for himself and make sure he could get out of here in one piece. Besides, it wasn't his fault that they had gotten caught.

As his mind drifted back away from his thoughts he glanced up briefly and saw the Haunter in charge chatting with a Sableye as he showed off a Primeape. He lowered his head once more and began to count the stones on the ground. He had to be patient and although he wanted to do a bit of ill behavior that would cause him to be thrown back in his cell he knew he couldn't risk it. One slip up and everything he had taken the time to do would be ruined.

"And this one?"

He could feel his heart beat as he heard a suave voice speak up next to him and on the ground he could see a pair of purple feet step up before him. Heh, that Sableye was looking to purchase him then? Fat chance of that happening. He was the most uninteresting mon here and although he wasn't whimpering like the others he still didn't have anything stand out on him. So he was understandably confused when the Sableye didn't just walk away when he didn't speak, but instead began to circle around him.

"Eh, this is a Weavile we picked up a while back." He heard the Haunter say. "He was caught near the border with some other Weavile. He was the only one from his pack I managed to get from the caravans. Based on their descriptions and what they found on him they say that he's probably part of some assassination guild. He really hasn't spoken up so I can't give you any clues as to his personality, but he seems complacent enough. He doesn't fight back when we move him around and he eats without complaining."

"Interesting..." He heard the Sableye say once more. "How old is he?"

"When I questioned him he said he was nineteen. Young, but if he is a part of an assassination guild it also means he's very talented."

"Yes... that he could be." The Sableye replied. He suddenly felt his head being lifted and he was soon looking down at the Sableye's gem stone eyes, "Tell me boy, are you an assassin?"

He remained silent and stared on at the Sableye with a bit of a saddening frown to sell the image of not wanting to be here but also being powerless in his hands. All things that would cause most ghosts to turn away. The ghost let go of his head and smirked, "Hehe, I think I see that answer in his eyes. Very well, I'll take him."

His eyes widened in shock at those words. Wait... WAIT! He hadn't done anything to draw attention! He hadn't cried or put on a brave face, he had just remained neutral! He had his plan and... and...

"Very well sir! Given the probability of his background, his youth, and his physique the cost will be six thousand."

"Heh, no meat off of my bones!" The Sableye joked as he held up his coin pouch and began pulling out multi colored coins and placing multi colored coins in the haunter's hands. With each click the Weavile began to panic more and more. Wait! This could be a sign as well. He didn't see any guards with the Sableye and he knew enough ice type moves. He could wait until the Sableye brought him down an alley or a less populated street and he would turn the tables. Leave him for dead and run off as fast as he could, probably take that coin purse he had if he needed to bribe any guards he ran into.

The clicking of the coins soon stopped and the Haunter floated in front of him with the key in hand. A few clicks later his wrist and ankle shackles had been removed and the Haunter waved to an aide to fetch another slave to bring out, "Thank you for your business!"

"Don't mention it!" The Sableye said quite eagerly. For a moment the Sableye looked him over and then he reached into his pack and pulled out a golden ring. He grabbed the Weavile's hand and pushed the ring up his arm, sliding it along his fur until it rested against his mid bicep, "There we go." He snickered, "You know, you don't struggle like most do. Well we should get going." The Sableye set his coin purse over his shoulder and gestured to the street, "Come on slave, we can walk and talk."

He followed after the ghost along the streets of the slave quarters. It wasn't that large to be honest as there were only a few slavers scattered around that offered different mon. From what he had seen when he had first been brought in some specialized in certain types and others had different ways of treating slaves. He was thankful at the very least that he hadn't been given to some psychotic slaver that would whip him daily just for the fun of it. Apparently those kinds of slavers did exist according to some of the older slaves he had the pleasure of talking to.

Surprisingly the quarter itself didn't look all that bad. Instead of muddy streets and broken down buildings he instead saw what he considered to be the cleanest roads he had ever laid eyes on. There were various colorful plants set up between buildings and the buildings themselves weren't dull but had all sorts of colors covering their surface. At first it had taken him off guard but he had figured that this was mainly to get more potential buyers into the slave quarters. Who really wanted to walk around in muck anyways?

As he was led on he noticed other slaves who were being unhooked from chains and being collared and leashed up. Now that he thought about it every other slave he had seen being bought had also gotten a collar and leash, yet the only thing he had been given was this golden band. Did that mean the ghosts ACTUALLY thought he was a passive soul and had been broken down so easily? They were easier to fool then he thought. No doubt most were used to slaves that wanted to run away or kept begging to be let go, which meant he would have a far easier time with escaping. He would never be suspected if his hypothesis was correct, and that meant he would have to be patient as well. He was in good standing now, all he had to do at this point was to keep pretending to be a good obedient dark type and he would soon be home free. Hell, if he was taken to this ghost's house and spent about a week or so of learning the layout and pretending to be the best slave he could be, then he could easily escape and possibly find some valuable items to take along for the ride. It would be a great day to walk into another village and put some gold down before a merchant and casually ask how many coins he could get for such items.

Once more the Sableye spoke up, "So, do you have a name slave?"

The ice type thought about that question for a moment. Should he give him his real name or a false identity. On the one hand if he lied now they would probably figure it out quite easily. He wasn't the best liar after all. Often times he would end up sputtering there on the spot if he didn't have a script already planned for each and every potential question. It was too hard to be caught up in that mess, so truth it was going to be.

"Yes sir, my name is Nerox."

"Nerox eh?" The Sableye rubbed his chin, "Does that have any meaning among your people?"

Nerox nodded, "Yes, it stands for poison."

"So, you're a poison master I take it?" The Sableye asked as he glanced back at him with a wide grin, probably trying his best to imitate Nerox by showing off his sharp teeth.

"Not really." Nerox replied as he stared at the sight as calmly as he could, "Mostly I perform other tasks, but we all are given our names at birth and there is no telling if any prophecy that has been foreseen about us will actually become truth in the future."

The Sableye nodded again, "I see. We all get names at birth. Mine is Celine."

Nerox cocked his head at the name, "Celine?"

The Sableye waved a clawed hand in the air, "Eh, my parents were hoping for a female so they named my egg. As you can imagine it has caused some problems here and there, especially whenever I place reservations. Most expect a girl to show up, but no, male right here." He chuckled a bit as the two approached a steel gate.

Nerox's curiosity was aroused a bit at the sight of the gate. He had been brought in directly from the road itself and that gate had been far larger. Did this gate also lead to a dirt road? If so it would give him quite enough time to use an attack to get rid of the Sableye and any other mon accompanying them and he would be on his way. Up on top he saw a small stand of sorts where two barely visible figures began to move around. There was a loud cranking noise as the gates began to open up and Nerox was treated to a odd sight.

He had thought that the phase 'slave quarters' meant that it was a kind of small city in its own rights. That roads led to this place from other cities. To those that he talked to he had learned that no one really knew what had lied outside of the gates, but it seemed that his theory was wrong. Instead of a dirt road with some caravans set off to the side he instead was greeted to the sight of busy streets. Ghost types of all sorts maneuvered about with some floating above the streets to get where they needed to go. The city looked like cities he would enter with the rest of his clan back on the grasslands. Nerox quickly identified markers he would see back in the city that established what each building provided. He didn't much of a chance to look at the ones that were alien to him as Celine was already tugging him along, "You can look later when we come back here in about a week's time. For now we have to get to gate itself. Come along Nerox."

The Weavile followed along Celine as the ghost likewise made his own maneuvers to get past mon that blocked the way at times. For Nerox it was rather hard at first given the few days he had been kept in isolation from city settings, but soon his training kicked in and he found himself moving to walk along the walls while adopting a slower pace. It was when he heard Celine cough next to him that he was taken out of his trance and looked down at the Sableye. Celine crossed his arms and cocked his head, "Hm... interesting walk you have there. Instincts I take it?"

Nerox nodded his head slowly, still aware that if he was caught in a lie then he might as well kiss the extra freedom he was expecting to be gone. This did seem to be the right mood as Celine cracked a smile and punched him playfully in his forearm, "I knew I had chosen a really great guy! You'll do well enough, better than well! Now, as I said follow me, I know the backstreets unlike you and I can't have you running off in the crowd. Well, not like you could run anyways." The purple claws moved up and poked the gold band on his bicep, "This little baby will cause you to stop dead in your tracks if you get too far from me and compel you to catch up to me. Take note of that."

So, he couldn't have run anyway even if he had tried. That at least was a good thing. Nerox knew that if he had tried to run then the ghost would have had some method of tracking him down. He had suspected the band and now his thoughts were solidified. No doubt he had gained even more trust by not taking off immediately and as quickly as he could have. For a while the two walked in silence with Nerox focusing on following his new master around. Celine did know the backstreets as he had claimed since whenever there were too many mons blocking them he would lead Nerox into a side alley and in a few seconds they would be on the other side of the street jam.

In a way Celine reminded Nerox of Pain. A cliched name yes, but Pain was quite the scout. Often times he would need only an hours time to figure out the layout of a city they hadn't been to yet and could walk through the streets, looking as if he had lived his whole life there. He had to wonder idly what had happened to him though now that he bothered to remember his clan mates, in fact he was so drawn into that memory that he hadn't even realized that the two were now stopped in front of a steel gate. It was a bit similar to the one that had been in the slave quarters, but was far smaller and had handles on it. Celine easily tugged upon the handle and walked on through.

It took a moment for Nerox to follow behind when he saw what exactly laid outside. He had been through deserts, traveled through icy mountains, seen the empty plains, and even had traveled close to the volcanoes on one occasion. He had never truly seen a barren landscape since even the desert would have various mon native to the region traveling around in nomadic groups. Here... there was dirt... and nothing else. There WAS a road of sorts... if it could be called that. In other kingdoms a road was built out of stones, but here it was only dirt. It was BARELY lighter colored than the other parts of the ground and even his keen eyes couldn't identify what marked the boundaries of the road.

Celine moseyed on out and turned around to him, "Everything alright? Or have you really been in captivity for that long? I know some who stay in chains for years and are just amazed to actually be able to get out and stretch."

Nerox shook his head at the question, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... where is everyone? I don't mean to be rude, but in other countries I've seen pokemon moving around even outside of cities. Sure if you go into a forest you aren't likely to encounter another party every single second, but there are stations set off to the side. I can see off to the distance and I see no houses, no side stations... nothing."

Celine smirked and turned back around, moving onto the road itself, "Well most ghosts stay in cities. Those that do wander out often have a reason to stay out of the cities. It's how our culture is Nerox. Now, if we do encounter some ghosts on the way to the mansion then be prepared to defend yourself. You DO know how to fight right? I mean, assassinations are one thing but if you go right up into the face of a pokemon that knows you're there, that's something else entirely."

Nerox followed along, still trying his best to see if he could spot these stray ghosts about, "I have gone into battle before. It's rare, but I know how to handle myself. We did battle against the border guards after all and I'm still here."

Celine smirked back at him, "They are trained not to kill. No doubt they went easy on you and your guild but it's no matter. If you can fight then that's good enough. Now the mansion isn't too far thankfully, about two hours. In our country you are either a city ghost or a stray ghost. City ghosts like to congregate, they love partying and the like. Stray ghosts are the sort most outside of our country hear about, the kind who live in abandoned manors and decide to scare trespassers for laughs. It's a bit different here though. Well... depends on the ghost himself I suppose. My master enjoys living away from the parties, but he does live in splendor. He has a fortune and some... odd tastes. He's part of a click that live away from the cities."

"Wait, your master?" Nerox asked. "I... I thought you were the master? I mean, you bought me."

Celine nodded back at him, "Yes I did, using money that my master gave to me. I won't go into details a lot, but I made some stupid mistakes when I was younger and I got enslaved to my current master. I've gained his trust since then and I know his tastes very well. You were something he would enjoy very much and with this trust he gives me his coins and I go out, when he's too busy of course, and I purchase slaves for him. I did well enough last time and I think I did well enough with you too."

Nerox fell silent as Celine rambled on and with each step he could feel his heart beating more and more. This was the time, he knew it was! There was no one around, and he had earned Celine's trust enough so that the ghost wouldn't really consider him a threat. He could easily send a beam of ice to frost him over and freeze the ghost to... death? He wasn't sure if ghosts could die, but in any case he could defeat him and run off. He would be able to pull the band off once that was done and he could make his way to the borders again. He would have to get back to the guild and be reassigned, but right now he had a treasure trove of information for them. He not only had this band, but he knew of some patrol times in the area that he had gone through. With this band the guild could figure out how it worked, be able to nullify the effects, and whenever a assassin was caught sneaking inside the borders they could easily disable the band! It was genius really! Now, they just had to gain some distance from this city and he could pull off his plan.

"-right Nerox? Come on, keep up with me."

Nerox blinked and saw the Sableye was staring back at him expectantly, "You DO have an opinion on that matter, right?"

The Weavile frowned, "Sorry, I was caught up in some stray thoughts. What did you ask again?"

Celine chuckled, "Well, I was asking about the current debate going on across whether or not the psychic nation would be willing to allow that rescue team inside their borders. It just seems ludicrous in my opinion."

Nerox nodded slowly as his eyes scanned the Sableye over, figuring the best bet would be to throw his claws up and stab them right in the back of his neck. It could strike his spinal cord and effectively silence him. If need be he would stab again and then he would be off. He just had to act calm and collected, it was like talking to a target was all. He thought for a moment and nodded, "I think it's a good option to be frank. The psychics have always been so mysterious, so if they allow a small group inside then it could lead to them slowly opening up. I think the governments are doing the right thing in that regard."

"One would think." Celine replied, "But why even send delegates in the first place you know? It just seems odd to contact them out of the blue now even though there have been years upon yea-"

Celine was about to finish his sentence when Nerox finally made his move. In a black flash the Weavile had moved behind the Sableye and his claws flew through the air to pierce into the back of the Sableye's neck. What did surprise Nerox was that in a second flat Celine managed to twist to the side and avoid his claws entirely. The Sableye leapt off to the right and the forward momentum caused Nerox to stumble, but he quickly caught his balance and turned about. Just as he raised his clawed hand once more the Sableye turned about and in a split second a purple clawed hand darted forward to exposed pit and pressed into the hollow. Nerox's eyes widened in surprise as his arm suddenly fell limp to his side. Before he could move the two hands moved, one jabbing into his other pit and one jabbing into the flesh of his upper inner thigh. His arm fell to his side and his leg fell numb as well. His face slammed against the ground as he fell.

"Tsk tsk." He heard Celine say above him. "That band doesn't only compel you to stay by me, but it also lets me know your inner thoughts. It's one thing to think about escaping and backstabbing me, that's expected to happen and my master doesn't punish you for thinking with free will. It's another however to act upon those thoughts and attempt to bring harm to another. A punishment shall be awaiting there for you, but for now..."

The last thing Nerox felt was a sharp pain against the back of his neck as everything stopped. He couldn't hear anything, see anything, and realized that he could feel nothing. He was aware that he was breathing, but that was really it. What had that ghost done!? He tried to remember everything he had heard about ghosts, but it wasn't much to begin with. He could only curse in his thoughts as time passed slowly. He was stuck in his mind and after a while he was starting to get rather bored. Unfortunately he hadn't seen what sort of moves Celine had known, so if he did wake up he would be at a disadvantage there, but if the Sableye had been speaking the truth that meant Celine would know a few of his moves then. Yes it was a disadvantage, but he could still push through it! He would have to first gain his bearings, see if he was restrained and work to get off such restraints, then aim to get out of whatever cell or room they had him in. It had happened before, he just had to hope that there weren't too many guards or ghost types around. Celine did say they lived outside of the city so that would be in his favor.

If that wasn't a lie... then if he could get out of the house he would be able to make his way easily to the border and from there get back to the guild and presto, he would be home free. It was one thing to think it... it was another to actually do it. With that band he wore that Sableye would have access to every single thought he conjured up. Of course it wasn't hard to predict what he would try to do, but how exactly he would pull it off would be tricky to hide.

"Well it's not like you can even move as of now, but even if you could you can't. ... Okay that came out far more confusing than it should have. Hm... I know! I'll let you see exactly what I mean!"

The Sableye's voice was followed by a snapping of fingers as Nerox felt the numbness quickly fade away. He could feel and contract his muscles well enough, but he also felt some sort of metal structure holding him. He could feel the cold metallic grip holding his wrists captive high above his head. Surprisingly his claws were free to wiggled about, but he supposed that Celine made sure that they couldn't touch any part of the structure. He felt another metal restraint that was gripping the area just below his ribs, but also above his stomach as well as two more that held his ankles that also worked to keep his legs spread.

He squirmed just a bit more to make sure he was aware of every single restraint and he could hear Celine's soft laughter in front of him. "Well, what do you think? Not that you can see yet. Can't have you looking around and finding some way to escape that I never thought of. Master will be coming down here soon, so when you speak to him you better be careful as to what words you say. I already told him about your thoughts and how you tried to attack me, so he is wary of you already. If you want my advice, just give in and let him have what he wants."

Nerox smirked a bit, "Where's the fun in that?" He asked just as he heard a door open. He fell silent as someone entered into the room. Judging by the light pattering of the footsteps themselves Nerox figured that this master was a small mon, probably just a bit bigger than Celine. He heard the figure slowly step around him and he figured that he was checking him out. He WAS a slave now after all, it would only make sense for this master to make sure he was good enough or something like that. Finally the footsteps ceased and he could feel a hand place itself on his stomach, "Hm... not a bad one Celine." A soft voice said out of the blue, "I like him... yes, he will do wonders for me. Now, what is your name?"

"Nerox." The Weavile stated. He had already told Celine so what was the point of holding it back?

He could hear a soft chuckle and the hand rubbed a bit more, "I see. A pleasure to meet you Nerox. You can call me master, for that is what I am to you. Now, if you had gotten here without an incident I would have happily set you off to the side, done some simple obedience courses to see how well you would function, and from there I would let you slowly learn the ways of the household. You just had to attack my assistant however. That's bad form and shows a lack of discipline. Because of that you must be punished and what better way than this? As you know you can't see anything. You can hear just fine, but even your lips have been unsealed. Do you know why you have been gifted with the privilege of talking?"

Nerox thought for a moment, "So... you can know if your torture works?"

This master sighed, "Not torture Nerox. As I said, it's punishment. Torture is done to purposefully gain information from another mind. Punishment is done to correct a wrong and prevent that wrong from being done in the future. That is what I aim to do here, to stop a wrong from happening again. I have a... specific way I go about this. I don't go for the old fashioned way. I'm not going to stick you with bladed objects or attempt to scare you to death, that is not my way. Let me ask you first, what did you do wrong?"

Nerox snorted, "I tried to free myself from my enslavement when the opportunity presented itself. Wouldn't you have done the same?"

"...That's not the point here. What you did was wrong. You attacked my property and I can't stand for that. Given you are now my property I cannot harm you too badly. I can't go and whip you or burn parts of your body. That leaves marks and preferably I enjoy seeing my property display their full beauty, it's primarily why Celine bought you. You have a... grace, an elegance to your body that I desire to own. So in light of such a situation always cropping up, I decided to train myself in a different kind of punishment technique, one that doesn't leave physical scars." At that moment Nerox felt something brush against his right side. The object quickly pulled away but it was enough to cause him to jerk a bit in surprise.

"You see... there is an ancient method I dug up some time ago, back when I received my first slave. It's rare enough that many haven't heard of it, but it's also very powerful. It was often looked down upon simply because of the absurdity of it, but I find it to be a very... punishing method, more so than cutting a slave or whipping them." This time the Weavile felt the sensation glide upon the back of his left knee. His lips opened as a surprised giggle escaped his throat.

"As you can see, it's already effective. The problem is that many train their bodies to resist pain. There is also the fact that if a slave is whipped many times they can still raise their head proudly, showing their master that they can take the punishment. But this leaves no marks. No victory is possible for you." Once more the sensation flew across his body, this time gliding along his exposed armpit as he burst into louder laughter.

"... Ooooh, I see I hit a weak point there." His torturer taunted. Nerox gritted his teeth, "Tickling? You're kidding!"

His tormentor once more mocked him with soft laughter, "Oh, you will hope that it wasn't. Trust me on that. Now, if you name your weak spots I'll be far quicker with it, other wise I'll have to do a treasure hunt."

Nerox tensed in his bonds, "I ain't telling you anything! Tickling is nothing compared to what I've been through!"

There was a bit of silence and then he felt the object drag along his stomach, "Let the punishment begin then. Of course a feather is easily accessible to many, so it is a common object to use in such feats." Nerox could feel that feather slowly drag along his navel, then as it reached his right side it stopped and moved back to the left, zigzagging up and down along his fur before diving into his belly button and twirling about. The Weavile was quick to clamp his jaws shut while his belly quivered at the sensation.

"While a feather is easy enough and the most common instrument used in such punishment what is even cheaper are fingers and claws." At that Nerox felt a claw wiggling about in his right armpit, almost causing him to giggle.

"Of course a victim is going to fight the urge to laugh. It's only natural. At a young age there is nothing wrong with being tickled. We are tickled by parents and by friends, but when one hits maturity they realize how petty tickling can truly be. They pull away from it and find far more sophisticated activities to partake in. Of course if they are ever caught playing childhood games while they are an adult there comes a clash regarding society's expectations. Many adults consider childish stunts such as tickling to be scrutinized with extreme prejudice. Of course those that are victims of such acts are often scrutinized as well. It's only tickling! How can that break a trained warrior's spirit?"

All the while Nerox was biting down on his lower lip as that claw in his armpit swirled about, every so often stopping it's circling to slowly drag up and down along his hollow before spiraling about once more. If that wasn't bad enough he soon felt a single claw tip slowly rub along his elbow. It moved its way down ever so slowly, but all he could do was shiver as it moved toward its intended destination. The feather was pulled off of his stomach and he felt something else drag along his ribs. He had felt a brush move along his fur before, usually whenever he would go for massages. Such brushes were used to clean out the small pieces of dirt that would accumulate in the strands of his fur and would often bring out a shine that could last for a day if he was careful enough. This brush however felt far more different. The few experiences he had with brushes mainly consisted of them quickly dragging along his fur and would press firmly against his skin as well. This brush however was slowly dragged along and placed so that the tips of the bristles barely touched his fur. The sensations were piling on and he frantically shook his head back and forth, as if to deny that this reality was happening.

"Of course, most warriors battle with swords and are well practiced with the art of pain. No doubt you've been sliced here and there or at least gotten a good smacking around. However pleasure is far different from pain. It is in fact a polar opposite from pain one could say. Those that train to resist pain however never train to resist pleasure. It is funny in a way, a mighty warrior bulging with muscles can easily take a slice to his abdomen and still continue to fight on, but if he is bound and a single finger rubs against his sole he bursts into hysterics. It is the image of strength quickly fading in the face of something so... innocent that causes many to shake their heads in shame. The sad truth is that those who watch such torture take place will also easily succumb to it... and then it is no longer shameful in that regard."

By this point the claw had reached Nerox's armpit and flicked back and forth along the skin. He did his best to resist, to not give in, but as that claw dug into the center of his pit his mouth opened of its own accord and his laughter soon bellowed out.

"And... there we go! See? It's always better to let it out than keep it locked in."

He shivered in his restraints as he tried to thrash about. His claws and toes curled up and danced about as they were the only limbs capable of expressing his desire to be freed. He threw his head back as he felt three claws now pressing against his pits, digging in deep before they began to wiggled about randomly. The brush was removed from his ribs as the fingers in his pits took over. The fingers soon brushed along the lower parts of his pits causing Nerox to toss his head back as a loud pitched squeal escaped his throat.

"Now, obviously you're going to feel humiliated by this experience, wonder how an assassin of your skill could ever be driven so low by mere tickling. Even though I'm telling you this now it won't stop you from giggling and being driven right where I want you to go, so for the moment don't worry about it! Enjoy it as it happens!"

Nerox however was far from enjoying the sensations. He shivered wildly in his bonds, the inability to see only helping to fuel his ticklish torment. It seemed as if a full hour had passed for the poor Weavile. He was already getting unbearably hot and could feel sweat starting to form on his fur. Those clawed hands refused to quell their movements as they wiggled up and down, left and right. They dug in deep at times and then they would pulls back just a bit so that the claw tips would lightly flick over his skin. Sometimes the claws would pull back and only one single tip would swirl about in his hollows, intending to drive him mad. Despite the mysterious master's advice from before Nerox still continued to his best to fight. There were brief moments where he was able to shut his jaw and attempt to seal it tight by biting on his lower lip. That however would only yield a few seconds of silence before the instinctual need to let out his laughter would become too powerful to ignore. In his hysterical state he could still hear the master talking to him, but as time passed his voice began to fade in the Weavile's mind. What had started out as clearly understood sentences were soon registering as incomprehensible dribble in Nerox's mind. He wasn't aware of how much time had passed but he could tell that his body was now soaked with sweat, that his cheek fur was puffed up due to his tears, and his armpits were more sensitive than he ever remembered them being.

Over the course of this punishment Nerox felt the back of his knees being assaulted by feathers, had fingers wiggled along his hips, and even had brushes rub up and down along his soles as his laughter was forced to rise to new heights. It had taken sweet time but eventually his voice began to crack from the constant stress on it. For the past few seconds he had battled against a feather that was dragging itself along the nape of his neck, feeling entirely powerless since whenever he would move his head to block a portion of his neck another portion would feel the stinging kiss of the soft object. Nerox no longer bothered to scream for mercy as his past few attempts had yielded no results at all, and even if he wished to scream for relief he wasn't able to. His body was so sensitive now that he wasn't able to say anything really. He was able to take in gasps of air, but all that would come out were squeals of laughter.

He heard a snapping of fingers and suddenly the feather teasing his neck withdrew along with the claws that had been stationed in his armpits. He still tensed up, waiting for a brush of some kind to start scrubbing any exposed areas of his anatomy. "Oh no worries Nerox. You have a break!"

The Weavile still remained tense, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did he slowly began to loosen up as a few tears formed in his eyes. He was soon hanging from the restraints as relieved sobs escaped his throat and as he whimpered he could feel a hand patting the back of his head, "Easy... easy. Let it all out my slave. It wasn't so bad right? Of course that was only two hours."

Nerox felt his head throb in confusion. That!? That had only been two hours!? That... that couldn't have been the whole punishment then... or was it? He could hear that patting hand soon rubbing the back of his neck. He tensed up, waiting for it to make its way to an exposed pit of his, but instead another hand came up and both began to massage along his back and kneed the area between his head and shoulders. Despite his attempts to remain cautious his body couldn't help but tremble as those hands worked along his sore muscles. Within five minutes his body had fully relaxed as he let out soft groans. The hands quickly moved along his shoulder, finding tense areas and rubbing at them vigorously which only caused Nerox to groan with pleasure as waves of relaxation moved over his body.

"See? Now, if you are a good boy and follow the rules you get presents as well." A voice behind him said. It was that master, but he could tell the voice was RIGHT behind him, which meant he had to be the one currently massaging him. "If you act like a good slave then I don't see why you shouldn't be rewarded."

Nerox groaned a bit more as those hands dug deep and then finally pulled away. It took a moment for it to sink in that this was the very kind of remolding that he had seen happen in other organizations. Torture a pokemon, then give them a bit of praise here and there to let them actually want them to please you, and from there keep up the pressure until those mon would be entirely loyal to you. It was a form of brainwashing and it seemed that this master knew all about that practice.

He squirmed a bit in his restraints as he shook his head, "I-I know what y-you're up to." Nerox gasped out, "I'm n-not falling for it."

Once more that voice chuckled, "Oh, I know that. We can see into your thoughts now after all. Even though you know what the end result will be, you'll still end up in that state of mind regardless of how hard you fight it. The mind is such a easy thing to manipulate at times. I do promise this though, I will not change your personality or do anything like erasing memories or the like. I am more than content with seeing your will break before me, but once it does I will rebuild it. I will strengthen your foundation a hundred times over, and you shall be quite a force to be reckoned with. Now, without further ado let's continue."

Nerox's claw tips twitched as he heard a soft whirling sound start up off to his side. "Now this will be a bit more... intense. You may even get close to blacking out, but it's just a part of the punishment. Take it in stride Nerox." A second later he felt what could best be described as a swirling vortex of humiliation press against his stomach. Whatever tool was being used against him was rather soft and moved incredibly fast against his fur. His lower jaw trembled as laughter bubbled out rather quickly. The swirling instrument stayed right on his navel before slowly moving over to the right side, making sure to rub against his hip and side as it slowly began to ascend. His jaws shook as he screeched with laughter. He threw his head left and right as the instrument moved over the ribs, slowing sown as the skin between each rib was focused on and only beckoned more laughter from his lungs. Slowly it ascended and with each rib passed his fear became more and more intense. His arm shook frantically as the tool passed by his last rib and didn't delay. It was shoved right into his armpit as he screamed at the top of his lungs. The operator of the dastardly machine pressed it firmly against his hollow as the skin trembled wildly. The nerve cluster in his pit were assaulted with overwhelming sensations as Nerox's screams rose higher and higher pitch.

Tears began to once more stream out of the corners of his eyes as he could feel a throbbing sensation in his head. The air passed out of his lungs so quickly that he could feel himself teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when the item was pulled away. He sobbed yet again as he no longer fought against the bonds. The odd swirling beast had done its work expertly and left the Weavile in a state of exhaustion. He could hear a few clinking noises and suddenly his arms dropped down before him. He let out another choked sob of relief as the cold metal wrapped around his ankles was also pulled off and finally the last restraint holding his abdomen was pulled away. Nerox was too weak to even stand up and began to fall forward, but a pair of clawed hands grabbed him and held him up somewhat.

"Easy there." He heard Celine say as the Sableye readjusted his grip on the dark type's body. "You'll be a bit out of it for a few days, but consider that an introductory course Nerox. We do love this sort of play... but not for punishment. You'll understand in the coming days but for now your only objective is to rest up and remain in your room. That's the first task in fact."

"Indeed." He heard from behind him. Nerox couldn't help but shiver as a hand patted his wet back, "I don't want to have to punish you in the future Nerox... but if I have to I will. Now, Celine will get you to your room where you can recuperate. Take care and I'll check up on you soon."

As Nerox was carried out of the room he didn't pay attention to anything in the hallway. In fact Celine had only taken a few steps before the Weavile's weary eyes drooped shut.