Syaoron grinned maliciously as he looked down on the helpless girl before him. Ichigo was naked, with her cat ears and tail exposed, drooping slightly in depression and fear. He paced up and down, and around her, inspecting her like a drill sergeant inspects his troops, save for the occasional licking of lips. He didn't touch her though, but instead bore his gaze into every cracked, every inch of skin, until there was not a single inch of her he hadn't looked upon. Ichigo was sobbing still as this was happening. Her hands and legs were bound together, both sets of cuffs joined by a metal rod, so that she could only walk or stand on all fours. Her tail drooped down her ass, which was presented nicely for Syaoron's enjoyment, and her breast hung below her, erect against the cold air, the metal room providing little insulation or warmth for her.

Syaoron sat on a chair in front of her and smiled. "I just want to wait a little longer before we begin." He stated matter-of-factly. "I want to make sure the gravity of the situation you're in truly sinks in."

"You already kept me waiting long enough. The other girls told me what you did to them!" She spat, tying not to let her voice crack.

He smiled a knowing smile. "Of course they did. That's why they went first." He rose slowly, and Ichigo dropped her eyes to the ground. He paused in front of her, crouching and then placed a finger under her chin and lifted it to meet his eyes. "I left you until last so you'd have all that time to mull over what possible punishment I'd have for you." He leant forward, inching ever nearer to her face, and to her lips. She could smell his breath, taste him almost, but before they could make contact, he pulled back and laughed.

"How… Why…?" Ichigo stammered, trying to form a coherent sentence. Fear and loathing were clouding her senses, making her unsure how to process what was happening to her. She wanted to cover herself, to run and hide, but the restraints made it impossible.

"My dear Ichigo. What do you think I'm going to do with you? You've had all this time to think, I'm curious what wild theories you've come up with."

Ichigo was repulsed by this line of questioning. She didn't know what to answer with. "R..R..Rape me?" She timidly replied by means of an answer. Syaoron laughed again, this time much louder.

"Really? Rape you?" Ichigo was momentarily relieved. "My dear Ichigo, could you not have at least been a bit more creative." He stopped to catch his breath. "No, I'm not going to rape you…. I'm going to do much worse." The words dripped with venom. A hatred that sent lightning through Ichigo's veins, freezing them.

He stepped forward and paced around a bit. "I should warn you now Ichigo, once the show begins, you better be on your best behavior. If I catch you trying to play the heroin or doing something stupid…" He'd walked behind her at this point, but rather than turning to face him she held her head low, staring at the floor and the chains that bound her. A clank and thud snapped her attention back though as a knife was thrown directly at the spot she was staring at, between her hands outstretched on the floor. She reeled back but the restraints held her awkwardly and she tumbled onto her side away from the knife in panic.

"I have no qualms about ending any of your friends whenever I feel like it. If you act up, I might just find a nice hole on perhaps mint where this knife here will fit." The thought terrified Ichigo and she began to sob uncontrollably. Syaoron picked up the knife and slipped it into a holster on his belt. "I'm going to break you Ichigo. Have no doubts about that."

About an hour later Syaoron stepped out onto the stage. He'd left Ichigo alone, and when he'd revisited her after her alone time, she'd suitably calmed down. It was time to begin.

"Gentlemen!" he began, allowing the audience to settle a little into the pre-show calm. "Allow me to thank you all again. We've got another wonderful turn out tonight, and the auction went very successfully. It's now a great pleasure for me to welcome the winner of said auction up onto the stage, Mr. Atkins, leader of the lower city crime syndicate." The crowd applauded slowly, though there was some murmured resentment, clearly from the other bidders.

"I promise gentlemen, none of you will be left out tonight." Syaoron said sensing the stirring in the crowd. "Now, Mr Atkins, if you would be so kind as to take your seat here." He asked, motioning to a large wingback chair at forty five degree's to the audience. "You've been informed of the rules, so without further ado, I'd like to bring out onto the stage, the leader of the Tokyo Mew Mews…" The door behind the stage began to slide to one side, light from the stage flooding in. "Mew mew Ichigo."

Ichigo stood dazed, the light blinding her slightly. The crowd were cheering for her, and Syaoron stood in front, beckoning her forward. She dared not resist him, not after his threat earlier. Still with eyes red from crying, she began to walk forward on her hands and knees, her breast swaying below her in time with her movements. The restraints didn't make it easy however and she stumbled a few times as she was marched forward. Syaoron indicated a spot next to him in center stage, just in from of the man in the chair, and where everyone in the audience could get a good look at her, and where she could get a good look at them. They were all middle aged or elderly men, some dressed in suits, most of them black or business attire, and a few had scars or cuts from fights or rough scrapes they'd been in. If she'd met any of them by herself she'd have turned tail and run as quickly as she could, but they now all were staring at her exposed and helpless self, and she no way out. Her tail twitched a little, and she avoided making eye contact with any of them.

"Mr. Atkins, if you would be so kind." Syaoron motioned toward the man in the chair, who had just undone the zip in his trousers, Ichigo saw what he was doing and tried to look away, but Syaoron caught her with his hand and forced her to look at him. His member was now exposed for her to see, large and thick, and fully erect, from her no doubt. The thought made her sick. Syaoron though wasn't finished yet though. Dragging her forward by the collar around her neck he brought her face right up close, allowing her to not only see the man's dick in its entirety but to smell it as well. The head dripped with pre-cum, and the look in the man's eyes was unmistakably one of lust.

"Remember what I told you earlier Ichigo. I expect you to play nice." Syaoron whispered in her ear. She got the message. She pulled herself up, the metal bar affording her enough freedom to place her hands on the man's lap. At this angle the man had a great few of her breasts, but worse her ass and lower region were exposed to the audience, who from the sounds behind her, were quite taken with the view. She stood, staring at the man's member, not sure what to do. Truth be told she'd never seen one in person before, much less engaged in any sort of sexual relations with a man. She was scared now, and her uncertainty caused her to hesitate.

"Come on now girl." The man in the chair said, cupping one of breasts in his hand and stroking a hand through her hair with the other, flattening one of her cat ears and feeling the soft fur upon it. He held her breast for a moment and she blushed at the sensation, feeling the map move it to take in the size and weight, moving it around to see how it felt and then flicking her nipple gently. She gasped. Slowly the hand on her head guided her inwards and she was brought closer to his dick. She fought for a moment against it, but allowed the movement still, her lips finally making contact with the tip.

It was warm, she hadn't expected that. Her lips brushed it at first, giving the impression of a simple kiss, but as the hand on her head persisted, she was guided into opening up and to begin to take the full thing, inch by inch, into her mouth. She could feel every wrinkle, every vein. She could taste the saltiness of the pre-cum, and the sweat of the penis itself. She clamped round it, her tongue pushed up against it, and the man moan from her pressure. She didn't know what she was doing, but she hoped that at least for now she was doing the right thing. She reached a hand forward to grab the base of the man's length, and to steady and guide her.

She slowly began to pull back, and then push forward, keeping her tongue pressed against him, feeling and tasting him as she sucked and licked. There were no objections thus far, and from what she'd been told by the girls at school this was a good place to start. They'd given her a few other hints, so following partially remembered instructions, and to take a moment to breath without him in her mouth, she pulled back, and began to kiss and lick down the side of his penis, cupping and feeling the man's testicles as she did so. She could hear audible moans and expletives coming from him in response to her movements, so she took this as a good thing.

With all the stimulation, the smells, and the stares and cheers, her body was beginning to betray her. Though she was visibly crying as she performed this demeaning and humiliating fete, she could feel herself growing wet. This wasn't lost on Syaoron either, who carefully stroked her snatch with his index finger, tormenting her further. She could feel a heat building inside her, and she feared that it wasn't entirely down to the strange devices that he'd had implanted in them.

The thought of retaliating, of lashing out, of doing something monstrous to cripple the man, who's dick she now so tenderly was making out with, had occurred to her, but each time the thought bubbled to the surface she pushed it back down, scared for her friends and the horror's Syaoron could inflict upon them, and upon her.

She began to try and user her free hand more, the other being used to keep balance by placing it on his thigh. Mr Atkins clearly had no complaints though as he continued to enjoy to the pleasure from the young naked cat girl. She tried to vary a little, hoping to get this over with soon, but her subject wasn't near release yet.

Before long though, she heard a strange noise from behind her, a scratching on the stage floor followed by a whimpering. She turned round and was horrified to see, in the light of the stage lamps, Syaoron holding the leash of a large, Golden Retriever. She tried to turn in shock, to better take in the situation, but her captor held her head firm in place. Syaoron chuckled to himself as her enforced act of fellatio endured.

"Gentlemen, you all remember our esteemed colleague Mr Gibson don't you?" Syaoron asked, picking up the microphone he'd left to one side. "No?" He queried looking around the room at the confused faces. "He was the charming gentlemen who got a bit too eager with Pudding the other day." Audible sighs and nods of understanding made their way around the room. Syaoron smiled maliciously, a smile that all the girls had now seen, but he had been careful to hide from his audience. "Well it turns out he's going to get his wish of having some fun with one of the girls." A air of dread and understanding rolled across the auditorium as gradually different members of the audience picked up on the not so subtle hint. Ichigo was too preoccupied and terrified to think straight so the meaning of Syaoron's words were lost on her. She Was desperately hoping though to preserve the last little bit of dignity she might have in front of these strangers.

Syaoron leaned in close as Ichigo continued to mumbled tears and sobs with her mouth full. "Ichigo." She turned to look at him out of the corner of my eye. "I can think of no more fitting a punishment for you than this. You took away something very precious to me, so I'm going to do the same to you. I want you to look at that dog now, and I want you to remember him. I want you to do that because in a moment I'm going to let him have his way with you, I'm going to let him take the thing you hold most dear, the thing you've been saving for that special someone. I'm going to let him take it, and I want you to forever remember, whenever you look at yourself, or are trying to find your perfect man, that the one who had you first, the one whom you gave everything to before anyone else, was a filthy mangy dog, on a stage watched by all these men. I want that to be with you for the rest of your life."

Authors note:

So it's been ages since the last chapter. Every time I got a review though it spurred me on to write a little more of this. I like to think I was drawing a parallel with the anticipation Ichigo was forced to feel by Syaoron. Hopefully the wait was worth it anyone. Please read and review, I'm keen to hear how you think this one went compared to previous iteration and chapters. I went back and reread some of the earlier chapters and vowed I'd improve on the quality of them by as much of a margin as I could, as whilst my account may have gone quiet my writing in general certainly hasn't.

Idea's for future chapters are always welcome. I've always had a plot for this story, and there were some hints of it here, so if I find time and motivation to keep going with it you should hopefully see some hint of a conclusion on the horizon, sad as that may be however.