= Eternal fate 
yfelgor

Once he had found a good enough target, it was not very long before he had them
cowering in a dark, dirty alleyway as he beat them up. The sadistic yellow mouse
was yelling in fake anger, beginning to establish his complete, inalienable
dominance over his new property.

"Take that, you little fucker! I'm going to break you and shit all over you!" he
screams, as the tabby underfoot pathetically whimpered in pain and anguish.
"Shut the fuck up! I'll break you into pieces!"

The whimpering stops as the Pikachu steps back and admires his hard work: a
tabby lying in a fetal position crying about being beaten by someone about 5
times shorter than them. The Pikachu was satisfied with this; this is the exact
kind of pathetic weakling perfect for him. So he decided to keep them.

"I think you're going to be of use to me. What's your name, Property?" he asked.

"Ku....ching..." the Property managed to mutter, trembling in fear, seconds away
from breaking into uncontrollable sobbing.

"Well, Kuching," the Pikachu calmly said, "You're my toy now. Enjoy it." He
grabbed the collar he had brought with him and without resistance fitted it
firmly around Kuching's neck.

The Pikachu led the shivering and crying tabby cat to his house/lair/dungeon
with a leash. Kuching could see people passing by staring at them as they walked
past, but none of them cared enough to intervene or even ask any questions, and
before too long the Pikachu had his new object chained up in his home.

It was so dark in there at night, so cold. Kuching was left in a featureless,
lightless room, the only audible sounds were the ambiance of electricity, almost
like static, and Kuching's quiet sobbing. They had given up trying to escape the
chains; their future was shattered and replaced with an evil, sadistic electric
mouse. Eventually they stopped panicking and drifted off to sleep, hoping they
would somehow wake up back at home, all of this a terrible dream.

They cried again as soon as they woke up, partly because they wanted so badly to
believe it's a dream, and partly because the Pikachu was standing in front of
them.

"Okay, Object," he started, deattaching the chain and reattaching the leash so
Kuching could be brought out of their confinement, "I have something for you.
We're going to have some fun today."

Kuching was brought into a different room, there was a table, low enough for
Pikachu to easily access, in the middle. On the table the Pikachu placed a
briefcase. He opened them, revealing a variety of drugs, and a handgun.

"I'm going to fill your pathetic little brain with the hardest drugs I can get
my evil little hands on," the Pikachu declared. "Open your mouth for me."

He poured a few assorted pills from the briefcase into his paw and walked around
the table. Kuching was shivering, they knew that if they did this they would
probably not make it through the day, but they could see no way out. The only
thing they could do was hope, with all of their soul, that they would somehow
make it through all of this. And as they wished with all their might, they
opened their mouth and their captor dropped the pills in.

"Brilliant," the Pikachu said to the now sobbing Kuching. "Now, I want you to
follow what I tell you to say. I want them to be burned into your fucking skull
forever. I want you to say them, as loudly as you can, and I want you to believe
them. Because they are true. And if you refuse, I'll put a bullet through your
skull right now. Okay?"

Kuching nodded, looking down and trying to accept their fate.

"Say 'I'm a slave to Pikachu'," he demanded. Kuching quietly repeats the phrase,
shivering. But the Pikachu isn't satisfied: "Say it loud and fucking clear. So
every cell in your body knows it to be true."

Kuching almost yelled, "I'm a slave to Pikachu!!"

"Say 'I will serve Pikachu with my whole body, mind and spirit'," he said.

Kuching screamed, nearly crying, "I will serve Pikachu with my whole body, mind
and spirit!!!"

"Say 'I will obey Pikachu until death'," he says.

Kuching cried out, with all of their might, "I will obey Pikachu until
death!!!"; their mind slowly starting to believe the words, starting to feel
safe with their captor.

The Pikachu asked, "Tell me, do you believe you'll die for me?"

Kuching yelled out, crying in passion, "Yes! I will die for Pikachu!" By now,
they fully believe what they are saying, completely brainwashed into being this
mouse's toy.

Kuching's mind, filled with love and passion (and drugs), went on a very vocal
tangent. "I will fucking die for you, master! If you tell me to jump off a
building, I will jump! If you tell me to stab someone, I will stab them! If you
tell me to fucking marry you, I will! I love you, master!!! I want to die for
you!!! I love you so much!!!!"

The Pikachu was very happy with how this was going. "Perfect. Now, the *real*
fun can begin..."

Kuching was led down a dark hallway to a new room, the biggest one so far.
Against one wall was a bookshelf, which contained on it many non-book things.
This was the only actual furniture in the room, which left a large amount of
empty space in the middle.

The Pikachu locked the door behind him, turned around, and said, "Shit yourself.
Right now."

Kuching didn't think they could do this, but they were knowledgable enough not
to try arguing with their master. So all they could do is try to force as much
out of them as they could. And when their bowels finally let go diarrhea flowed
out, much of it dripping down their legs, and they moaned from the feeling of
warm shit filling their pants. The smell of shit began permeating the room,
leaking into the carpet.

Kuching looked at the Pikachu, who was now holding a vial of viscous black
liquid. "Drink this," he said. The Pikachu made sure to take in as much of the
shit smell as close as possible, as Kuching walked closer to retrieve the vial.
"Don't worry about what it is, you'll find out soon enough."

Kuching gulped the liquid down without question. The Pikachu, seeing this,
decided to advance forward. "Alright, you're ready for phase two." He walked
closer to the confused Kuching, until he stopped, and stared directly at them.
"I'm going to fuck you up, and I'm not going to stop until you're a sobbing, in
pain heap of flesh. You get it?"

Kuching breathed erratically and nervously. Some of the passion they had been
brainwashed to have started to fall away, replaced with fear. The Pikachu
decided to instill just a bit more fear before everything truly started to hit
the fan. "Okay, that potion should come into effect in about three... two...
one..."

As soon as he hit one, Kuching felt a massive, crushing pain in his crotch. They
gasped in pain, collapsing into a kneel, causing some diarrhea in their pants to
spread and fall out onto the ground and their fur. But Kuching barely noticed,
because they were too busy trying to avoid screaming in pain. Eventually, they
failed, and as they screamed in agony they fell onto their side, leaving large
amounts of shit soaked into the carpet.

Kuching began to hear laughter echoing through the room, getting louder and
louder as the pain continued to increase all around their shaking body. As they
continued screaming and crying they began to see, in their mind, flashes of
torment and anguish so intense that they began screaming about them as well.

They could feel their mind tearing apart, about to shatter into a million
pieces, as the visions and the screaming and the torment continue to increase in
intensity.

And then it all stopped, as quickly as it came. Kuching was left a sobbing,
terrified mess, their mind permanently shattered. They tried to get up, to beg
for mercy, but they were shaking so much that they could barely sit on their
knees. The Pikachu was smiling with glee.

"I'm an evil, sadistic fucker, don't you think?"

Kuching couldn't speak. They could barely understand the words anymore. But the
Pikachu didn't care, because he was ready to give another command: "Now, take
your clothes off. It's time for the Third Phase."

Kuching silently complied. They looked down at the squashed diarrhea in their
pants and they felt nothing. They hoped that maybe, the Pikachu, in all its
omnipotence, would spare them this injustice. But they were wrong.

"You're so fucking filthy, aren't you? Clean your pants up. With your mouth. Eat
your diarrhea out of your undies like a good fucking slave," he said. For
Kuching, all of the love and passion held so close just a few minutes ago was
all gone. The only feeling they had towards their master now was contempt and
anger. But they could not do anything but comply.

They kneeled down. Staring closely at their liquid shit, they wanted to puke at
the idea of eating it. But eat it they began doing anyway. The taste was almost
unbearable, and this was only made worse by the liquidity, as it dirtied
everything it touched. Kuching cried as they shoved the underwear into their
face, trying to get it all over with as fast as possible. This succeeded mostly
in covering their entire face with diarrhea.

The Pikachu couldn't get enough of seeing Kuching's diarrhea-soaked tears, he
was filled with so much lust and he wanted so badly to get to the Final Phase.
Meanwhile, Kuching tried desperately not to vomit, as they expected it would
only anger their master.

"We're in the endgame now, Kuching! I'm about to begin the Final Phase... this
is what I've been waiting for!" the Pikachu announced. Kuching's broken mind
filled with all of the things that might be in this phase.

The Pikachu opened a drawer in the bookshelf, and grabbed out of it a large
rock. He threw the rock at Kuching. They tried to dodge it, but failed, and the
rock smashed directly into their skull. They fell to the ground with a pained
yell, as they began to bleed from the head, as the Pikachu readied another rock.
Kuching was too dazed to dodge the second rock, which hit them in the side of
the head.

Kuching tried to get up to escape the rocks, but as they did yet another rock
hit them right in the face, causing them to scream in pain yet again, as blood
rushed from their nose and head. Their attempt to escape was foiled even more by
another rock landing in their chest, smashing them to the ground. 

The Pikachu walks closer with another rock; Kuching can do nothing but watch as
he draws nearer, before raising the rock up and dropping it onto their right
hand, crushing it. The Pikachu's cock was fully erect at this point, he was so
excited by the destruction of his property's body.

He grabbed another rock, bringing it over and smashing it down onto Kuching's
face. He lifted it up again and smashed it back down, over and over again, until
their face was barely recognisable, merely a hunk of flesh covered in blood.
Their screaming was constant by now, begging for their captor to end their
suffering.

The Pikachu continued throwing rocks, hitting various body parts and crushing
many of them with deadly accuracy. The stench of blood was everywhere, the
carpet could never be cleaned, Kuching's fur almost dyed completely red. But
eventually the rocks stopped, and the Pikachu walked over to his victim with a
sharp knife. Kuching uses the last of their strength to try to escape, but the
effort is in vain.

The Pikachu dragged the knife along Kuching's chest, slicing it open and
revealing the gore inside. He sliced open their wrists, and ran the knife along
Kuching's flesh whereever looked the most painful for them.

For the final climax, the Pikachu smashed Kuching's ribs with a rock, allowing
him to reach in their body, pulling out their still beating heart. He could feel
the cat's life pulsing in his hands, barely sustaining itself, and with a single
movement he could destroy it all. "You could have made a loyal cumsock for
somebody, you know. Unfortunately *I* found you first. Goodbye, Kuching."

And then he crushed Kuching's heart, rendering it nothing but a pile of
anonymous gore. He took all the organs out of the corpse and individually
crushed them all between his fingers, enjoying the sound and feel of each one
being destroyed. He looked into the corpse's lifeless eyes, and felt happy about
what he had done.