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Mistress Bianca Bettina Felicia Carlota Moroi, Mistress of Cougar Town House of Corrections By: Malissa Madison At an early age, Bianca Moroi was already a habitual runaway. She'd star hiked most of the Orion System, landing in and out of its juvenile corrections centers by the time she turned fourteen. Her biggest reason for running away at the time was the loss of her parents at the age of ten, and finding herself a ward of the system. Then at the age of fourteen, having herself experienced strict discipline in the system, she ran away again in search of the fabled Kitten Academy where rumors said they taught young girls of every species the ways of pleasure. But how to find a place that the universe was determined to keep secret? She soon discovered through many attempts at seducing well known Orion Cougars that the place was on a little backwater planet called Earth in the Sol system. It took her another four months to find a way to get there, during which she observed the activities of cougars and kittens as they came and went from a club called the Kittens Parade on Omega Seven. She'd almost been caught several times, before she finally followed a Terrellian Cougar and her young kitten to the space port. The Dagger was set to leave right away, and Bianca only hoped it was bound for Earth. She might not have chosen it if she'd known at the time who the little ship belonged too. But there were several other Cougars and Kittens aboard and it was easy to sneak onto the ship and hide in one of the small luggage holds. Luckily the trip only took two days, but she was still hungry and thirsty by the time the hold was opened. When the first batch of luggage was offloaded she saw her chance and dashed through the open hold doors into a dark night fill landscape surrounded by huge vine covered buildings. The ground beneath her feet was hard and black, here and there she saw yellow lines painted, and a thin strip of grass separated from a lush green lawn by another strip of concrete. Behind her someone yelled for her to stop, and she looked back to see how close they were. That was when she ran onto the woman who would soon change her whole life. Mistress Gwendolyn saw the kitten running toward her, and put her hands out to stop her when the luggage handlers began yelling for her to stop. The two collided and went down in a tangle of arms and legs. But the teen being scared was quick to recover and was running again even before her feet were fully under her. Bianca dashed into the darkened shadows between buildings even as lights began to come on in the windows. Past the buildings into the well groomed woods beyond she ran until she realized no one was chasing her. She stopped to catch her breath and try to figure out where she was. Her tummy grumbled its hunger, her throat ached for moisture, and her heart slowly stopped pounding in her ears. As her eyes fully adjusted to the darkness she saw a soft glow to the right and heard the melodic trickle of water in the covered fountain. There was no one around, so she cautiously crept to the edge of the soft glow of lights, but her thirst won over and she found herself drinking handfuls of the sweet water. When her throat no longer ached she rested trying to think of where she could be, where she might find something to eat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement. Looking in its direction she saw a shadowy figure moving out across the open grass covered field beyond the edge of trees. But what could it be? The thing had too many legs to be humanoid, but it wasn't hiding it was just wandering in the moonlight. She counted eight legs, as it turned and stood looking straight at her, she gasped realizing that it was a spider. But not just any spider, this was a Terrellian Goth. Chills ran up her spine as realization set in. If they had a Goth here, and set it to find her she had no chance of escape. If she moved it would spot her for sure, so she stayed completely still. Her ears strained for any sound as she sat there on the little bench watching the Goth for any signs of movement. "Are you hungry little Runaway Kitten?" asked a voice behind her even as two more Goth's stepped in from each side. When she stiffened in fear, the Terrellian Cougar held out her speaking quickly, "She is no danger. Just frightened and alone." The Goths drew back out of the circle of light. "You won't be harmed Kitten. And no you did not injure Mistress Gwendolyn when you ran her down." the voice was soft and caring. "If you came here to become a Kitten then come to the central building, you will be welcomed with food and love. If not you are free to try and find your way off the Academy Grounds. But I must warn you, the only out is through the main gates." With that the woman turned and left, the three huge Goth spiders following her dutifully as she headed towards the central building. Bianca spent two full hours wandering the fence line once she found it. but the three other gates she found would not open, nor could she climb the fence. She was trying to force open one of those gates when another voice startled her. "It's a Kitten Gate, Sweetheart. It only opens to let Free Range Kittens in, not out," the woman giggled from outside the fence. "Petra will lead you to the dining hall if you are hungry." Slowly she turned to see another woman behind her, this one short but stout. "I won't hurt you Kitten, I promise," said Petra. "Wh, where am I?" she finally asked. "You're at the Kitten Academy, on Earth. Isn't that where you wanted to go when you stowed away on the Queens ship?" The Queen, the Terrellian Queen? That was why there were Goths here. Then that meant the other woman at the Gazebo had to be, Queen Morella. "It is a choice you must make within the next two days Kitten. After that we will bring you in to face Mistress Gwendolyn." Petra sat down a small bundle and turned away to finish patrolling the fence line. Inside the bundle was hunk of yellow cheese, a small chunk of what many called journey bread, and a collar. Not far from the gate she found another small fountain where she quickly ate the bread and half the cheese. All the while she was examining the collar. It was very pretty, yet unadorned. From the leash loop hung a single round tag, 'Kitten 13' was the only identification. She examined the clasp closely and realized it was self-locking with a little slot for a key, and a shudder ran through her. Still she'd seen all the other kittens wearing pretty collars. Nervously she followed the little walkway as it wound its way across the open field. The sun was beginning to rise now and she saw that it was an exercise field like any other school. One side lined with bleachers, a running track ringing the grassy area in the middle. Slowly she began wandering between the vine covered buildings. Voices drifting out to her as Kittens in their short skirts and heels rushed past her toward the central building. "Good morning Kitten," they all greeted her as they passed to disappear through the double doors of the dining hall. She caught a glimpse of the Dagger still resting in the parking lot. Then saw several cars parked around it as other Cougars and Kittens arrived. She was just stepping through the doors when a voice behind her said, "So you decided to come in on your own did you?" Turning she saw it was the woman she'd run into in her escape from the ship. Reaching down she took the collar from her hand. "You can't enter without your collar," she said as she quickly fastened it around her neck. The inside lining wasn't rough like she expected, nor was it overly tight. "Come along Kitten 13, you must be famished," she found herself now with a leash attached to the loop following the woman. As they reached the area with the trays the woman asked, "How old are you Kitten?" "F, fifteen," she answered. "And do you have a name Kitten 13?" "Yes, it's Bianca, Bianca Bettina Felicia Carlota Moroi," she tossed her head proudly. After all her parents had both been high ranked public figures, even if her delinquency had stripped her of her own rights after she was orphaned. "Bianca Moroi? I've heard that name before," now the woman fixed her with a gaze. She realized everyone else around them had fallen silent. "Tyrea," she snapped her fingers. "Yes Mistress," responded another woman, this one looked like a teacher. "Take Kitten 13, aka Bianca here to the Novice Class tables. I think she will fill out your last room nicely." "Yes Mistress," replied Miss Tyrea. "And see that she is instructed in proper Etiquette please," she caressed Bianca's cheek with the backs of her long nails. "I will see you this evening Kitten Bianca, but don't be afraid." As soon as her plate was filled she found two glasses of milk placed on the tray before she was led to the appropriate table. Unclipping the leash, the teacher folded it and handed it to her. "You keep that with you at all times Kitten Bianca. That is the Headmistress' leash. She is taking personal responsibility for you." "Hi, I'm Tarriana," said the Terrellian girl next to her. "I guess we're roommates now. You're the one who stowed away on my Momma's ship aren't you?" she was unsure how to respond. "It's ok, Tubborg knew you were there, that's why they made sure the hold was pressurized and heated. Momma thought you might make a nice gift for Mistress Gwendolyn." "Tarri, should you be?" began another Terrellian girl at the table. "Lorri, you are a Kitten, not a Daughter Kitten. I will choose to tell Bianca what I wish. Now remember your place." She turned back to Bianca, "Sorry, Lorri is my mother's youngest Kitten." As they ate, it was quickly explained how wonderful the school was and what the rules were. And that no one knew what would happen to her for not using proper title and etiquette when she talked with Mistress Gwendolyn earlier. As they rinsed their plates and put them in the cleaning stack she asked, "Where do I get more clothes?" "All house Kitten's please report to the Administration building for uniforms and personal items allotment," came an announcement. "House Kittens?" she asked. Fingering the tag Tarri said, "Yes you're a house Kitten. All Kittens who don't have a Cougar sponsor are House Kittens, but we call you guys Free Range Kittens because your free for the taking." Outside the dining hall another Matron stood waiting gathering up the house kittens. "Thirteen, over here please. What is your name?" she asked holding a clipboard. As Bianca launched into her full name though the Matron said, "Bianca, or would you prefer Alphabet?" "Bianca is fine," another Kitten nudged her and she mumbled "Ma'am" moments before the stern looking woman looked up. "That's one demerit, on top of the ten you got last night." Stated Mistress Gwendolyn as she stepped into view. "Cherie, you will be responsible for seeing to it that Kitten Bianca gets to the proper Orientation after she gets her uniforms to her room, and you help her get it set up to standards. She is in with Kitten Tarriana." After that they were led into the Administration Building. Bianca couldn't believe that she was being given new skirts, blouses, high heels, pantys, bras, socks, everything she would need. On top of it she was given two hair brushes a comb, personal hygiene items, and a makeup kit. Cherie and half the others didn't have nearly as much to carry and helped her carry hers and the other newest kittens things to their rooms. "Hurry and shower, then get into uniform. You've got three hours to get your closet and things set up before Orientation. Your roommates will see that you get to that on time," she was told. "God you're so lucky, you get to be the Kitten for the Headmistress this year." "Lucky? Hell she better be a quick study in Discipline," said Cherie, and she noticed the older girl had number three on her tag. She noticed that the older Kittens also had little trinkets or charms dangling from the loops of their own collars along with their identification tags. "Those are performance awards," Tarriana informed her. "You earn them as you take the different classes. The lipstick represents makeup class, the high heel is for grace in wearing six inch heels, and so one. Cherie has so many because she is a senior Kitten this year. She'll probably be bought by the highest bidder this spring after graduation since she is a Free Range Kitten like you are. Amelia says there are twenty Cougars that have been bidding for her since her second year. Of course Mistress Gwendolyn could always choose who gets her, or give her a position as a training assistant." "Yeah she was the Headmistress' favorite last year. She'll have to train you in what to expect," added Wanda another roommate. "What are the ones that look like ropes tied in knots?" Bianca asked. "Those are for bondage. Each one represents a level of expertise," said a Matron as she entered the room unannounced. Everyone rushed to the foot of their beds. Looking around the room the Matron went first to Bianca's closet. "Hmmm, very nice Kitten. Who helped you set up this Closet, and your drawers?" she moved to inspect the bed and everyone cringed as they say the silver coin spinning in the air. "Oh my," they heard another matron in the doorway when the coin bounced off the bed. "Are you sure that you are only a First Year Kitten? It takes most kittens a few weeks to learn to get a bed that tight, or to set up their closet and drawers with such precision," stated the first matron. "Where did you go to school before coming here?" "I, I, the Inter-Galactic Juvenile Detention Center, Ma'am," she lowered her head as if she was ashamed to have her roommates know. The inch long nails came up gently under her chin to lift her face. "There is nothing wrong with having spent time there Kitten. Obviously you learned much about keeping your things in proper order." her other hand examined the tag for a moment. "So you are Bianca Moroi, the sparkle of our headmistress' eye." There was a warm amused smile on her face. "Come Kittens, it's time for orientation." She patted Bianca on her bottom. Bianca felt a little thrill from the intimate contact. At the front of the big room was a display of the charms they had seen on the older Kittens collars. They were each directed to take a seat in one of the many desks spread out through the room. Each desk was piled with books and Bianca eyed them nervously, they looked like school books. Under each desk was a small box with the lid taped closed. The Headmistress stepped out onto raised stage. "Welcome Kittens, to your first year of Kittenhood at my Academy," she paused as a few including Tarriana and her other two roommates shouted, "Thank you Mistress Gwendolyn." "I said Welcome Kitten." Now everyone shouted, "Thank you Mistress Gwendolyn." "You have been chosen by your Cougars and Mothers to attend this Academy. To be taught proper Kitten Skills as well as proper Etiquette, and to finish out your regular schooling." She paused again to let it sink in. "The lowest acceptable grade in your regular classes is a 'C'. and I expect you all to help each other. The books on top of your desk are yours, you will keep them in your rooms and take them with you to your classes. The last academic class each day will be followed by a Study period. After the Study period there will be a two hour special class. it is in that class that you will learn to become proper Kittens. Do well in those classes and you will earn the following charms. You may come by on your way out to view the charms as well as the explanation of what each it for." She paused again. "There are three options to fulfill the physical fitness requirements of your education. There is the regular physical fitness, which all of you are required to attend. There are also the Ladies Sports, and there is Ballet. Ballet will be taught at the Kitten Ballet Theater. Make no mistakes Kittens, no matter where you are you will conduct yourself as proper Kittens, whether it is here, or at one of the other schools to compete, or at the theater, they are all run by very experienced Cougars who know how to assign demerits as well as administer discipline." She turned us over to the first year Kitten instructors who went over all the rules, and the dorm requirements. The various inspections, etcetera. We were told to take the boxes out from under the desks and take them to our closets after orientation was over, but not to open them until we were told to do so. Then three names were read off. "Kitten Lira, Kitten Natasha, and Kitten Bianca please come to the front of the room." I had no idea why we were called up front, but I followed the others, having learned before that it was better to do as I was told. "You three have earned enough demerits already to warrant a spanking." A matron stepped up behind each of us and we found ourselves with our forearms crossed and bound behind our backs, . "Normal Disciplinary spankings will be held on Fridays. But for these three we are making an exception, to show the rest of you how serious we are here." Lira and Natasha were placed over the head dorm matrons lap with their pantys around their knees and given a bare bottom spanking which they had to count each smack. They squalled as if they'd been severely abused. What I found relieving about it was that it was done with a bare hand instead of a cane or paddle. I almost smiled as I stepped up to take my turn. Miss Carla quickly stood up and was replaced by Mistress Gwendolyn as she sat down in the straight backed chair. A gleam in her eyes she patted her knees, "Come now Kitten, show the rest how brave you are to come here by yourself from across the stars seeking to be educated here." Biting my lip I lay across her knees, felt my skirt raised in the back and then my pantys pulled down exposing my bottom. Her hand felt warm as she softly rubbed my cheeks. "Relax and enjoy it Kitten," she said moments before the first smack was delivered. As I counted each one I was informed that my punishment was for running away after knocking her down, and not apologizing." It stung like hell, but I knew there were no lasting marks. "Thank you Mistress Gwendolyn," said through tear stained eyes. It was the first time I had ever been spanked with a hand. She helped me to my feet again after pulling up my pantys. Then standing in front of me she fastened something to my collar, before kissing my cheek. "Come see me after your evening shower." "Thank you Ma'am," I curtsied and kissed her fingers. Then hurried back to my seat. I kept trying to see what it said on the little heart shaped tag, but I couldn't get my head turned just right. "Bianca stop that, you'll get more demerits for distracting others," Tarriana warned me. In our room I finally got to see the new little tag. My name was on one side, the other stated 'Under Care of Mistress Gwendolyn'. My classmates seemed to be very impressed by that. The rest of the day was spent getting our rooms ready for our first inspection. I was so tired from lack of sleep that I sat down in my desk chair, lay my head on my books and fell asleep dreaming about what it would be like to be the Kitten of the Headmistress. My roommates woke me in time for lunch and I realized just how much nicer it was here than any place I'd been to in the past. We talked and got to know more of our classmates until after lunch then stood as the Matrons went through the Dorm on their first inspection. We were informed of our marks and told that we would have another inspection on Friday, but to expect surprise inspections of any room at any time. We began getting our schedules organized. And then after dinner we had personal time. That was when we got to watch the ship leave, and Tarriana got sad. We'd just gotten her to feeling better when Miss Nettie our floor matron reminded me of the time. Seeing my nervousness she walked me to the Headmistress' quarters. "Have fun Sweetie," she offered as she left me standing there outside the door. I was about to knock on the door of the little ivy covered cottage when it was opened by Cherie. "Come on in said the spider to the fly, I won't bite, too hard," she said as I stepped inside now even more frightened than before. "Kitten Cherie, you are scaring poor little Bianca. Come here Kitten," I quickly crossed the room to her, anxious to get away from Cherie for some reason. Maybe it was because she reminded me of the older girls I'd had to deal with in Juvie. Mistress Gwendolyn sat in a fan back chair wearing a leather corset, and sheer black stockings. Her feet were encased in knee-high boots with four inch spike heels, and her inch long bright red nails drummed out a little tempo on the arm rest. She was gorgeous, mouthwatering, and oh so scary at the same time. Laid out within easy reach on the side table, in the glow of the many candles that were the only light in the room, were items I recognized, and a few I didn't. Those dangerously long nails caressed my cheek again as I knelt at her feet. "Are you truly frightened Kitten?" she asked me. "Y, yes Mistress Gwendolyn," I answered with a squeaky voice that betrayed the depth of my fear as I felt myself on the verge of peeing my pantys. "Shall I prepare Kitten Bianca, Mistress?" Her head snapped up, a wicked grin spreading over her face as she looked at Cherie. Steeling a glance I saw her standing there with leather restraints. Holding out her hand, Mistress waited until the restraints were placed gently in her open palm. "I know you think tonight is to be Bianca's first time in my Rack. But you my Kitten Cherie, failed to follow my instructions today. Do you remember them?" she waited for the answer. "M, M, Mistress?" "Don't grovel Cherie, you know how I detest hearing a Kitten grovel when she knows I am displeased," said Mistress Gwendolyn. Cherie stepped over to a low table in the middle of the room, and I saw the padded corners, finally realizing they were worn from Kneeling kittens. As she placed her knees on the pads I was instructed to take the left side and do as Mistress Gwendolyn was doing on the right. Straps were pulled tightly behind her knees fastening her to the kneeling pads. Then her elbows rested on the pads at the other end. and finally her wrists were secured. "Now Kitten Bianca, please remove her bra and pantys," I was instructed. Then I realized they were held in place with satin ribbons tied in bows. What had looked like spikes through the thin satin bra I could now see were spike tipped Barbell nipple piercings. Suddenly my own nipples ached in anticipation. Moving behind her I pulled the twin ribbons letting her panty fall away. Then Mistress Gwendolyn took hold of my hand gently, guiding it between Cherie's open thighs to the slit I knew was there. "Have you ever had an Orgasm, Bianca?" she asked me. "Y, yes Mistress," I answered. "One that you didn't need to use your own fingers to achieve?" her free hand had lifted my eyes to meet hers even as her other guided my fingers into Cherie's already wet depths. "N, N, No Ma'am," I answered her truthfully. She guided my fingers out and up to Cherie's clit which I now discovered was pierced with a ring through the hood. "Since Cherie did not help you set up your room, and see that you were at Orientation as she was instructed, she will be the one giving us pleasure tonight. Would you like to experience the pleasures that the older girls in Juvie forced you to give to them?" "Y, yes Mistress," was my confused answer. How did she know about that? "Kitten, when you are here or we are alone, you may call me Ma'am," she finally said. "Now I see you are confused, correct?" "Yes M, Ma'am." "I cannot expect you to give adequate pleasure if you do not know what it is that you are giving. So tonight we will concentrate on you learning to receive rather than giving." After a moment she said, "Watch and learn Kitten." Pressing a square of wood in the middle between Cherie's knees it opened up to reveal a clip attached to a thin chain. The clip was attached to the clit ring and another button was pressed until the chain was snug, to which Cherie groaned. "Now Kitten," she led me to the side. "This one here," she guided me through the steps. I pressed it to reveal a chain with double loops at the end. "Now watch, you will attach the other end," she pulled the chain out then fed the loop over one spike end until the nipple was through the loop. Then the other spike end was pushed through holding the loop in place. I saw and felt the shudder run through her as I fastened the other one in place. Her nipple grew even stiffer at my touch. "Now Kitten, let's set the tension. Remember you don't want to cause any harmful pain," I could feel myself growing wet at the idea of someone else at my mercy instead of always being the helpless one. That first night changed my entire life. Over the next four years I found that balance between love and lust. Pain and rapture, Domination, and Submission. By the end of that first year I no longer wore a House Collar. Mistress Gwendolyn took me for her own Kitten, continuing to teach me Domination and Submission, Discipline and Bondage. And each year I would choose the new Free Range Kitten that My Mistress would take under her wing. When I graduated I was offered a job teaching what I knew best, my free time was spent attending local college, Majoring in anatomy. Learning even more about pleasure zones and pressure points, and nervous systems. When I graduated college as a gift from my Mistress I was given my pick of the Free Range Kittens, to become my own Kitten. Brittany was bright, loving, very eager to please and to learn. And quite loyal in every way. like myself she had spent much of her time between Children's Homes and Juvenile Corrections. Bianca was excited, her Kitten Brittany who was an earth born kitten was coming along nicely. As a reward she was going to get to see her first space launch with a group of other Kittens. No one was sure exactly how it had happened. But a truck in the middle lane, beside the bus blew a tire. When the truck careened into the bus it was pushed halfway over the edge of the bridge. In intense pain from being near the window where the truck had crashed into the bus, Bianca used the seat in front of her for support as she helped to usher frightened Kittens and everyone else off the bus. Knowing she was too injured to make it out she told Brittany to get Mistress Gwendolyn off the bus. It was their combined weight that was keeping the bus from going over the edge. But Bianca could feel the bus slipping. Brittany had pushed Mistress Gwendolyn clear and dove down the aisle toward her. the sixty foot drop to the water had allowed the bus to hit with the open exit first. Brittany, according to the Coroner, had been knocked unconscious and drowned when the surge of water wedged her between the collapsing rows of seats. Bianca had been pulled free by fishermen on a shrimp trawler who had witnessed the bus going over. The doctors credited Bianca's tight corset for minimizing the injuries to her broken back. And it was still a miracle when six months later, wearing a specially designed corset, Bianca returned to school to resume teaching. It was her intent to instil into the Kittens the importance of obedience to their Cougars commands. Yet still with each new class, Bianca grieved for her lost Kitten. Everyone could see her grief, but only a few could see the depth of her depression. And then she had been taking her turn in spite of the pain she lived with, at walking the fence line. It was helping to strengthen her back muscles and also allowing her to help keep the Academy safe from intruders. She preferred to walk it alone whenever it rained the way it was that night. She was laying half in the ditch, one hand clutching at the bottom of the chain link, nearly dead. no one knows how, not even Bianca herself, but she managed to lift the bottom of the fence and pull the girl through to the Academies side. She'd made a desperate call on her cell phone for help, and by the time they found them, Bianca was sitting in the mud, propped up by one of the fence poles. The unknown girls head in her lap while she caressed her face, purring to her that it was ok, Momma wasn't going to let her drown again. Mistress Gwendolyn took note of everything. She'd been worried about Bianca since the accident, and though she seemed able. Still there were slight slips here and there whenever she thought a kitten was in danger. Now she was afraid for her on a whole new level, the Kitten was so badly injured they didn't know if she would survive. Bianca spent two weeks living in the hospital taking care of the kitten until she was released to be taken to the Academy's infirmary to finish recovering. And still Bianca devoted much of her personal time to caring for her, even to helping her with the physical therapy. Then when she was well enough to be moved into the dorm with the other House Kittens, Bianca found reasons to always check on her. She continually checked the records, and Gwendolyn was sure that she was worried that someone would buy her now that she was a Collared Kitten. She was also worried that someone might claim her as their child. As the new Kittens began arriving for the school year, Bianca renewed her efforts to always be near to Fiona. And those who knew the Mistress of S&M could see it like a beacon shining on the darkest night. Bianca stopped letting herself be hampered by the pain in her back. Whenever she was with or near Kitten #47, aka, Fiona. There was a fire of determination and love in her eyes. Something that had been missing since Brittany had died. It was during the first day that Bianca finally made her decision. She'd overheard several first year Kittens talking about how the staff only cared about the money they were paid to train them, while getting the free use of other Cougars Kittens. Mistress Gwendolyn had overheard her conversation with Fiona. "Kitten Fiona, do you trust me?" she asked. "Yes Mistress, I love and trust you with my life." the girl had hugged her hard while tightening the lacings at the back of her Corset. "Mistress you have a lacing that needs to be replaced," she observed. "Never mind that Kitten, right now I need you to do me a huge favor. Will you do it for me?" Bianca asked the Kitten. "Yes Mistress, I would do anything for you." then Fiona had a worried look in her eyes. "Kitten Fiona, if you break a few rules in class for me, just enough to get a spanking, I will do everything I can to buy you from the Academy before someone else does." "What do you want me to do Mistress Bianca?" "I will leave that to you, but remember, you need enough demerits for an immediate spanking. And I promise, you will feel my Love," promised Bianca as she cuddled the Kitten. "Mistress, please let me replace that Lacing," Fiona said. "Not enough time Kitten, Class is about to start." Mistress Gwendolyn hurried to her office and told her secretary that she was to accept Bianca's bid for Kitten #47 when she came to make it official. Without knowing that her Secretary was busy making certain Local Cougars aware of the situation Mistress Gwendolyn returned to watch the class. Miss Myra had overheard the conversation as well, and she called to check the status of Kitten Fiona's registration as the class was starting. She was worried that Bianca was going to use the Kitten as the previous Instructor of the class had done before Bianca had taken over. As Bianca began the class there were a lot of nervous kittens. Someone, probably one of the senior Kittens had started the rumor that she was known as the Mistress of Pain. After the explanations about the books and the other toys they were given, Fiona raised her hand. "Yes Kitten, you have a question?" "None of these books say anything about S&M." "So you wish to learn about the pleasure of pain do you Kitten Fiona?" "Yes please." "Very well then, since you failed to address me twice by the proper title, the punishment is five demerits for each infraction I believe, am I correct?" "The demerit hand out says Four." Everyone teacher in the room gasped at the continued infractions. Everyone in the room could see it unfolding. Fiona had just earned twelve demerits in two minutes of conversation. The ruler in Mistress Bianca's hand smacked down with a loud snap against her leather clad thigh. "Kitten Fiona, get up here right this instant." Fiona hurried to comply. "Bring that chair over her to center stage." She dragged the chair across the floor. "How long have you been a kitten Fiona? Surely your Mistress taught you better manners." She reached up after taking a seat and looked at the tags hanging from Fiona's collar. "I see your Mistress has given Disciplinary permissions to the school instructors." Fiona started to cry, "I've not even begun the spanking yet. Or do you think Crocodile Tears will save you?" "No, No Mistress. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to misbehave. But I am prepared to take my just punishment." "Very well then. You may assume the position." Fiona pushed her panties down to her ankles then lifted her skirt and lay across Mistress Bianca's lap. Seeing as how it is the beginning of the year, I will only give you half of what you earned. Smack, "What is my proper title?" Smack, "Mistress Bianca" Smack, "How many times did you transgress?" Smack, "Four Mistress Bianca" Smack, "And what was the Fourth Transgression?" Smack, "This kitten failed to lift the chair Mistress Bianca" She leaned forward and kissed Fiona, "Now you may cum Kitten." Smack, smack, smack, smack. With the last smack Fiona began to jerk and spasm squealing out in pure joy at the pain. Mistress Bianca had used only her bare hand. Tears streaming from her eyes a look of pure pleasure Fiona said, "Thank you for Caring about me Mistress Bianca, I'll be a good Kitten." "Now, you will each prepare a paper on your own personal Erogenous zones, to be handed in by three PM Friday. Class dismissed. "Fiona Love come here." "Yes Mistress." No one else had noticed that Mistress Bianca had remained seated, except for Mistress Gwendolyn. "Do you have that new lace handy Kitten?" asked Bianca as she gritted her teeth against the pain, the worn lace had broken the moment she'd started to stand back up again, releasing the pressure that allowed her to move freely. As Fiona quickly removed the broken lace, then rethreaded the new lace Mistress Gwendolyn asked from the foot of the stage, "Bianca Love, are you alright?" "No Momma," she replied in front of Fiona. "I, I wish to spend half this year's pay to purchase this Kittens Registration." "I'll meet you in my office after dinner Dear." "No Momma, please I want to change it now before, before another minute goes by." It was the first time since the accident that Bianca had called her Momma. Outside certain long term faculty, Fiona was the only other person now who knew that Bianca had been the Headmistress' Kitten. In the Headmistress' private office Mistress Gwendolyn held out her arms to Fiona. "Come here my Grand kitten." Over the next four years, Fiona excelled in all of her classes. Bianca sent her to study Anatomy and the nervous systems of the various races at the Most Prestigious Medical university in the Universe. She'd taken her Spring Break, the Tarsus systems year ran opposite of most of the other universes. When Bianca met her at the landing pad in the Academy parking lot, she and Mistress Gwendolyn were instantly stunned. Fiona stepped off the Shuttle with an infant in her arms. Two voices asked in unison, "Kitten, where did you get that child?" "Momma, Grandma, this is Gwendolyn Bianca Carlota Fiona Moroi, my daughter," she beamed with pride, as she presented the blue haired child to the two most important people in her life. "But I call her Carlota." Bianca wasted no time in showing off her granddaughter to everyone. Nothing was said about Fiona not being Married or was she asked where was the father? To those Schooled at the Academy it was plain to see the little girl was half Genefren. And Genefren males never stayed around to claim offspring. When the Exodus came, Bianca was attending Fiona's graduation on Tarsus twelve, Carlota in her lap as she waited. Her phone began to ring and she knew who it was even before she looked. Only one person she knew besides Fiona had had her number, and Fiona was on the stage. "Yes Mistress?" she answered. "Bianca, it's happening. We are relocating the special Kittens to Iridani." "I, I see. What do you need from me Momma?" "Miss Tyler is going to need the best Dominatrix I can provide for her. Do you think perhaps Fiona might be interested in your position at Iridani?" "M, Momma, please. I've spent too long away from her." "Bianca Love, I know that where ever she goes you will follow. Has she gotten her diploma yet?" "No Momma not yet, there are still two more ahead of her, would you like to watch?" Bianca asked. As Fiona stood to walk across the stage she saw her Momma holding out her phone and smiled, the only person her Momma could be sharing the video with was her Grandma. Later it was decided between them that Fiona would take the position on Earth. Mistress Tyrea would fill Bianca's position on Iridani. As Bianca and Fiona grew closer to Earth they began to catch up on the news. They were soon contacted by someone requesting an expert in human behavior to run a correctional facility. Bianca and Fiona took the summer to visit with her Momma at the new Kitten Academy on Iridani Five. While they were there Bianca looked into the Job she was being offered. The correctional facility was one that would deal primarily with sexual predators from around the new Seven Nations. Picking up her phone she made a call to the appropriate authorities. "I will do it if I can design the facility. But it cannot be inside the city limits, Mr Correll. And I hand pick my own staff," she added. "Thank you Mistress Moroi," replied the Chief Executive. "May I ask what will become of those deemed too violent or unredeemable?" she asked. "The universe has places to keep them safely away from the rest of society," was the answer. "Thank you, I'll arrange transportation home right away." "Actually if you can wait until Tuesday, you both can catch a ride with the Prison Transport Reaper. They will be meeting with another transport here by the name of Lady Justice. Lady Justice will be handling the initial transports from Earth to the Penal Colonies." They had an entire week left to visit, and promised to visit during the summer vacations. The big surprise came when Fiona Announced that Lumia would be arriving in time to go with them. "Lumia?" it was the first she'd heard of her. "Carlota's Nanny Kitten," she answered sheepishly. That Lumia was pure Genefren was apparent, that she was of Kitten Age, was more so. How Fiona had managed to acquire her was a mystery she was keeping to herself. Bianca knew that Fiona hadn't paid anything for the little 'Flirt', so she assumed Lumia was a gift from Carlota's father's family. Her soft blue fur was in contrast with the pretty plaid skirt and white halter she wore with the four inch strappy heels as she stepped off the transport. Bianca knew that ninety percent of all Genefren females who left the planet were Hermaphrodites, and the level of Pheromones the young girl was emitting proved that she was both very young as well as dual gendered. "Lumia," snapped Fiona. "Your attracting everyone." Her huge eyes blinked as she lowered her eyes. "Sorry Mistress Fiona." The pheromone levels abruptly leveled off. Bianca and Fiona sat up front with Otru and his first wife as the Police Transport activated the toll booths reversing the spin. It would be the Terrellians first time on Earth and they were anxious to have someone familiar so they wouldn't have to rely so much on the navigation system. For Fiona it was her first time seeing the newly formed Seven Nations territories. Once they cleared the tollbooths Bianca had Saniya pull off into the newly constructed Visitor Center. There were nine police cruisers sitting outside and a host of other vehicles, some looking very much like Alien designs. "Why are we stopping here?" inquired Otru. "It is a courtesy, to let them know that we are here. Also to find out if we will need an escort," said Bianca. "An escort?" asked Saniya. "Reaper is much larger than the constructed roadways here. It is a courtesy to warn others in advance that you are coming and clear the road for you," explained Fiona. "Oh," both Otru and Saniya said at the same time as they began exiting the truck. Otru called out to his officers. "Stretch your legs and get to know the local police here," he then leaned over a tickled Carlota laying in Fiona's arms. The infant responded by snapping at his fingers, which drew a delighted grin from everyone. At six months the child had begun to grow her baby teeth and had already started to show the aggressiveness of her father's race. Fiona knew it would take time to teach her not to be aggressive with others, she just hoped she could teach her before she began her schooling with other children. Seeing the two fully aware cruisers sitting beside each other, Otru grinned. 'Good they have some local police who can converse with Reaper,' he thought to himself. Saniya already knew that the three vehicles were talking. They had been since Reaper cleared the Communications blackout zone of the portal. That the two officers were there to greet them showed that Drew Correll had notified them of their impending arrival. "Otru, Well met my new friend," Frank and then Joseph greeted him clasping forearms. "I trust your travels were safe." "Oh yes my friends. And the Wyoming's send their greetings." Turning to Bianca now Frank showed how much information he had been given. "Mistress Bianca, welcome." They kissed cheeks, then introduced Fiona. When Carlota snapped at his finger drawing blood Fiona started to scold her. "Thank you little one, now you know that I will never harm you," said Frank as he tickled her chin receiving a delighted cooing as a reward. The plan was for the Reaper to be given a tour of the major cities and places of interest, as they were introduced to those whom they might have contact with in the future. "Forgive me friend Otru, but I was told that you traveled with Goths. And it was suggested that they might like to feed before you began your tour," Joseph said. "Oh yes, if you are sure that no one will be frightened of them," when Joseph and Frank assured him it would be safe to let people see the giant spiders he barked out a command and three of the huge spiders dropped their camouflage. Arlina flanked by Klathnar and Taro her two chosen mates slowly appeared. They had exited the Transport nearly invisible as they blended their camouflage to their surroundings. Now they stood showing themselves. "I wonder how they would feel if they knew there were six more of us here?" thought Arlina to Otru. Another trio appeared atop the truck, the last appeared atop the building. When they were joined by another Terrellian woman she was introduced by Saniya. "This is Dessie, my sister wife. And Reapers Co-Driver." They were led around behind the building to a holding pen with three fat steers. Looking around now Joseph asked, "Will three be enough to feed them all?" "The trios will share one each," Dessie explained. "They are mated trios, and bonded with us." They had stopped on Terrellia Nine before picking up Bianca and Fiona, to release the latest hatchlings into the wild. Finally Frank noticed Tiny for the first time riding on Arlina's back. The little Tarantula had grown considerably over the last few months and was now big enough to fill out Otru's palm. "Is that Tiny?" he asked. He'd been told about the fostering between Bob and Arlina "Yes she is growing quickly." Everyone stood around watching as the three trios quickly and humanely made their kills together, then sat drinking the blood from the steers. A beeping got Saniya's attention. "We are about to receive company. There is a truck named Diamond inbound to meet us," she informed the rest. "Forgive us for being late," began Tribe. "We were containing a few Government fugitives. I'm afraid I can't stay too long though. I have teams in the field trying to keep them from reaching another strongpoint with a cache of heavy weapons." "Where are they Tribe?" asked Frank with concern. "On foot in Colorado. They're trying to reach Stone Mountain Arsenal. Thankfully they don't have any more rockets left. But they have plenty of bullets. I just don't want any more people getting hurt, so I have my teams pushing them further into the mountains away from population." "How many are there?" asked Otru. "Six, now that the Delta's with them have either been eliminated or changed sides." "Do you have their scents?" "Yes, that's easy enough to get for you. Why?" Dessie barked a command and the six younger Goth's came to her, but it was Saniya who asked the question. "Do you wish to hunt?" "Hunt?" asked Tribe. "Yes, we use them to track down fugitives. They can subdue them faster. They only kill if it is unavoidable, or if there is a death sentence issued by the Galactic Court." "But they have guns," said an Alpha standing beside tribe. Reaching out Dessie held six small objects in her hand. "These are their battle shield generators. We will go with you." So Fiona found herself at the Brightfeather truck stop visiting with everyone. As the newly appointed Warden of the House of Corrections, Bianca felt it her duty to know how the Goths hunted down fugitives. She'd known they were used for it, but had never seen it happen before. They were getting ready to release the two trios when a young officer appeared at Dessie's side. "Novae wishes to know if they can join the hunt," "Bianca, this is Carra, she is your liaison with the intergalactic court. She's been in sleep training to learn the earth languages," explained Otru. Novae and Shorr were her two bonded Goths. They were only half the size of the rest, but looked formidable. "Carra," Dessie said. "Your pair will have the lead. Ours are just going to be backup if they need help. But they are more than ready for this little task. It isn't as if they are going after a renegade Draconian." Mention of a renegade Draconian sent shivers up her spine. Only one thing would warrant branding a Draconian as a renegade, and Bianca had remembered the last one she'd heard about. Count Morrell had killed his entire staff and a full Squad of Intergalactic Police. It had taken over a dozen spiders to track him down, and in the end only two Spiders survived it. Glancing back toward Reaper she saw Klathnar standing in front of Arlina. They had yet to become a mated pair, but being the only surviving Goths it didn't take long. Otru too remembered the event. He was fresh from the Academy's Officer training program. Klathnar was barely larger than Shorr, and the two had fought side by side. It looked as if the count was about to win free when out of nowhere Arlina joined the fray, (a wild unbonded, untrained Goth). The three had been inseparable ever since, and added Taro as the junior male of the trio bonded with Otru. As they moved farther away from the trucks several Wolf Alpha's brought the scents for the spiders. The Terrellians were impressed seeing that the Alpha's were in no way intimidated by the huge Spiders. Saniya, Dessie and Carra quickly turned on the battle shields and the Spiders took off, blending into the surroundings. In less than an hour it was all over. "So where are you taking them too?" Bianca asked Tribe. "The new Correctional Rehabilitation center." Was the answer. "They will be all yours once you get there." In the end Tribe turned the prisoners over to Otru since his final destination was the new facility. Otru enthusiastically agreed to go with Bianca to collect her selected Correctional officers. All well- known feminization experts and Dominatrice's. their last stop before reaching the new Prison was going to be St Louis, to meet with David Andrews, the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigations. They were going to meet with the new Territorial Governors and iron out extradition agreements as well as issue passes to the most trusted as well as Cougar Friendly Agents. Bianca was unsurprised to find her old friend Dee at his side when they arrived. "Dee will be my representative here, if she doesn't vouch for someone, then I don't either. I trust her with my life and my credit cards." They all laughed at his joke, but the three traded a knowing look. It had been Dee who had been sent in to stop the interrogations after the exodus had occurred. And not one person had dared dispute her authority. The fact that even before now she had free movement within the borders of the Seven Nations spoke for how much she was trusted by both sides. Meeting with Otru, she explained to David his role in the new era. "Commander Otru, commands the crew of the Reaper. An Intergalactic Investigations Crime lab as well as Prison Transport," she explained. "He will be collecting prisoners who are too violent or deemed too large a threat to innocents to be rehabilitated." "And where will they end up?" asked David. "They will be spread out through several penal Colonies where they can make a contribution to the greater good of the known universes. The nearest one is located on Saturn." "Saturn? As in our Saturn?" exclaimed David. "Yes would you like for me to arrange a tour for you? In the one thousand years since it was founded there has never been an escape. And only one act of violence." "It sounds intriguing, perhaps once things settle down again." Messages were sent ahead to let the inhabitants of Cougar Town know that the Reaper was going to be arriving soon. They didn't want anyone to be frightened when they saw them. At the edge of town the reaper slowed to almost a stop as they were passed through the Alpha check point. Otru stepped out with two of his junior officers to walk ahead. in one hand he carried a large bag from which he withdrew handfuls of candy to throw to the crowds lining the streets. Their route took them on a winding path that came up in front of the Kitten Ballet Theater. As the Reaper stopped in front, Bianca and Fiona stepped to the ground followed by Lumia with Carlota in her arms. Seeing the Theater, Lumia grew excited and had to be reminded to dampen her Pheromone output. "Soon Kitten, Soon," said Fiona petting her soothingly. Three sets of ears caught the comment with raised brows. Bianca had already guessed the Flirts age to be about right to begin kitten training. But the Genefren had been introduced as a Nanny to Carlota. "Fiona?" asked Bianca. "Momma would you hold Carlota a moment, please?" asked Fiona. Bianca quickly took her granddaughter in her arms. Then in front of everyone Fiona produced a braided collar. Bianca thought it looked familiar at first. then recognized it for what it was, the worn lacings from her own Corset that Fiona had replaced over the years. Seeing it, Lumia dropped to her knees, tears welling up in her eyes. "Lumia, I made you a promise before we left Genefre, and now I am going to keep that promise," she reached out to lift the Flirts eyes to meet her own. "Will you freely give over your will to me, to serve me as my Kitten and trust in me to always protect and love? To be educated and guided through these most troubling of years for one so young? To wear my collar, made with my own hands that no one shall touch you without my permission?" "Y, yes Mistress Fiona, now and forever." Replied the little Flirt. Fiona stepped quickly behind her and fastened the collar in place with a loud double click of the kitten lock. Stepping back in front she clipped on a leash made from the same material. With her hand now in Lumia's she said "Rise Kitten Lumia." Turning to Bianca she said "Momma, may I present your Grandkitten, Lumia." Bianca kissed the girl tenderly, welcoming her to the family. "Miss Sarah, May I present my Kitten Lumia. Lumia, you said you wished to learn to dance like I do. Miss Sarah here teaches young Kittens to dance." Lumia's eyes grew even rounder than they already were. "Mistress Gina, I am reporting for my assignment. And I have brought my kitten to help me in teaching my classes." "Welcome Mistress Fiona," answered Gina before reaching for Carlota. "May I?" her eyes were bright with wonder. "By all means Mistress Gina. And thank you all for this wonderful welcome. But I am afraid I should be getting on to my own duties." She handed Carlota over to Gina. "Friends, this is Commander Otru, and his Officers of the Intergalactic Police Force. The Truck behind them is the Reaper. And please do not be frightened now, I am about to introduce the Terrellian Goths who accompany them." The Goths all atop the truck now dropped their camouflage. "Sub Commander Carra is my liaison officer, and she is accompanied by her own pair of Goths. There is nothing to fear from them, they are quite peaceful." They were passing out cards to everyone as they resumed their route through town. And when they looked at the cards the message read, 'This is an Emergency Contact card, state who you need', then listed (Police, Doctor, Private Counselor, Clergy, Safe Shelter). Suddenly everyone turned as a young kitten giggled, "It really works." She pressed the little activation dot and read aloud 'Police'. To which several officers of the local police responded right to her. "Little one, did you not read the word, Emergency?" asked an officer. They moved on to let the locals handle it seeing as it wasn't a real emergency. As they neared the outer edge, those watching from home as well as the Kitten Academy Common Rooms found themselves seeing a new program. "The Universal Most wanted" it was followed by a website address to notify if you thought you saw any of the individuals. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Reaching the outer perimeter of the new Maximum Security Center for Corrections, Bianca stepped to the ground beside Otru. A trio of Guards stepped out beside the very formidable looking gate. Though they recognized her they still made her go through the same formalities as everyone else. Once everyone's Identity was verified they opened the gates and Saniya guided Reaper through to the inner secure receiving area. The truck was scanned in great detail, and everything was logged in the records. "I trust everything is satisfactory?" asked Saniya. Looking puzzled the lead guard stated, "Our scans show Eleven Goth's and a Red Banded Tarantula. But we only see the Tarantula." Otru said one word, "Reveal". And they dropped their camouflage. "Mistress Tyra, may I introduce Carra, our Liaison to the Intergalactic Court of Omega. And her bonded pair of Goths, Novae and Shorr," the two stepped forward. "Mistress Tyra is my Junior Warden," she explained. "I trust the others arrived without trouble?" asked Otru. "Yes and I have scheduled meetings by shift so that there is always full coverage. We have a feeding area for the Goths even, as well as a secure garage for up to three Intergalactic Transports at a time," stated Mistress Tyra. "We are ready to take possession of your prisoners any time that you are ready," she smiled as several women stepped out into the open area beside Reaper. They were all attired in the same sleek black leather corsets, and form fitting leather shorts, thigh high four inch heeled boots, opera length black leather gloves, and armed with serious looking Riding crops and Tasers. Their makeup was all black right down to their inch long nails. One of each trio carried a six foot cat of nine tails, and when they were cracked it sounded like a shot of lightning. Reaching out her hand toward one of the whips Saniya asked, "May I?" a grin of purest delight played across her lips. "Actually you will not be able to touch it." but it was offered handle first. When Saniya's hand was but an inch away a spark jumped out to tingle her. "We inquired from Saturn what to expect when you arrived," Tyra stated. After viewing your photos we were able to come up with an appropriate welcome gift. Laying out on three separate tables were identical outfits for Saniya, Dessie, and Carra. "These tools of the trade have yet to be imprinted," they were told. Seeing his wives excitement, Otru knew he was in for many a night of pleasure. He was happy to see his wives accepted by these women who were all former Kitten graduates of the Academy as well as Mistresses of great renown in their own rights. Before they finished dressing, the six prisoners had been turned over to the guards. "I believe you mentioned a feeding area for the Goths?" asked Carra. "Novae and Shorr wish to make rounds while the others eat, and then they will dine." As it turned out the feeding area was in the middle of the exercise area, in full view of the prisoners. Bianca oversaw the initial intake of the prisoners and reviewed the records of the few already there. "I've been curious Mistress," said Otru. "Why are there so few men on your staff?" With a chuckle she turned the question back on him. "Why are there so few male troopers in the staff of the Reaper?" "Because most lack the maternal instinct to know best how to deal with perpetrators," he grinned seeing that she agreed with his answer. "Then, I suppose this is farewell until we see you again," he gave her a hug. "The Bondage will be passing through in six month's if you should have any transfers for Saturn." In all there were five of the huge Intergalactic Police Transports. The Reaper, the Bondage, the Wraith, the Princess of Pain, and the Nightmare. And Bianca had the codes to contact all of them at any time. Also she had codes to contact the two newest of the Intergalactic Courts Precinct Transports, Lady Justice and Diamond Back. So long as she got results without doing any real Permanent harm, it was her Correctional Rehabilitation Center to run as she saw fit. It was also the first of its kind in all the known universes. As soon as the Reaper had left Bianca called for her first prisoner appointment. "Take her to my office, I will interview her there before we begin her rehabilitation." Crystal had no idea why she was being removed from her cell. She of course recognized the trio of guards. She knew them by name, as well as reputation. As they led her through the door marked "Warden" she thought maybe she was going to be pardoned since so far she was the only female prisoner here. Still walking naked past the others in their cells was humiliating and the guards seemed to take pleasure in the very slow shuffled pace, allowing the other prisoners to reach out and touch her. Now in the office she stood on the steel grate in the center of the room. With her riding crop Mistress Della pointed to one corner with a steel ring attached to it. When she failed to move her foot the spat swished out to leave a tingling zap on her right thigh. She bit back her yelp as she placed her foot next to the ring, refusing to look down as her ankle was secured in place. She needed no further instructions as she tried to smile defiantly while spreading her feet apart to place her left foot next to the next ring. "Don't worry Bitch," she said to Della. "Once your new Warden has fucked me, he'll see that I should be in charge here. I'll be the head guard in no time," she grinned confidently, yet too soon. Chains were pulled from the front corners of the grate to attach to her wrists, then began retracting, pulling her down to her knees first, then onto all fours, her knees touching her wrists as she was forced into the submission pose. Suddenly she realized what the tiny square of padding was for in front of her as the spat slowly pushed her head down until her forehead rested on it. When she heard the guards leave, she dared to lift her head to look around. The stinging crack of the crop on her left ass cheek made her yelp as she tried to see who was behind her. "Resume the position," said a voice she both remembered and feared. "B, Bianca," she started to say before the next stinging smack from the spat end of the crop landed squarely on her clit. "No one gave you permission to speak." Said Bianca. "Now let's look at your records and review why you are here." "Crystal Moore Ex-Tyler, age thirty seven, female, Kitten Academy Graduate." She paused. "You were found in the streets by your cougar mother at thirteen. Enrolled in the Academy at fourteen, graduated at seventeen. And then after all the love and education you were given, you left your cougar mother to die, after literally stabbing her in the back and robbing the families safe. Need I continue?" "She refused to let me have any more money," raged Crystal. "She was spending it on everyone else, and insisting I get a job if I wanted my own kitten." The spat struck again without warning. "You left her a cripple, you don't deserve any mercy from anyone. And what of the other lives you've destroyed? All those innocent kittens," Crystals eyes grew wide. "You are going to experience what they did at your hands and the hands of those you rented them to. If you want mercy here you have to earn it." Bianca snapped her fingers and the guards returned. "This one is to be trained for a Servicing Slut," she turned her back and crossed to her Desk. "I'll handle the Branding myself." She began loosening the laces of her corset as she turned around slowly. When the corset lay on her desk, and Bianca remained standing Crystal looked confused. She'd always view Bianca's dependence on the corset as a weakness. "The Rigillian's can do many wonderful things," she smiled. "Including repairing Spinal Cord damage." Her corset though still heavily boned with steel was no longer necessary, but she still wore it to remind herself of the self- discipline it had taken to survive the last few years. She also liked the fear it had struck in her students, and now her prisoners. Taking up the branding iron she asked, "How many Kittens have you branded as your own?" Bianca had a nearly full list and knew there was no way to be totally accurate. The device she was using was actually a tattoo stamper like was used on cattle, but it had been modified so that it stimulated the nervous system into thinking they were actually being hot branded. The end came up quickly, glowing red. Then was jabbed against her upper left arm at shoulder level. Crystal screamed in pain as the red ink was injected into her flesh in the shape of an 'S'. "We'll let that heal for three days. Then you will be pierced with servicing rings," with a wave of her hand she was dismissed. "Mistress, who will she be servicing?" "She will be trained and then sent to the Cougar Retirement home to serve out her remaining sentence." The retirement home housed cougars who were senior citizens with no kittens of their own. Many had husbands living with them as well and the service slut program that Bianca was instituting would provide them with a willing servants to be shared by all.