Her nickname is "Tanj", and she's certainly living up to it. For her, it seems, "There Ain't No Justice." As a young engineer on a tramp space freighter, this Cheetah-morph found herself the victim of a scam, sold into slavery, and trained as a sex-slave. Sold to pirates, she finds herself as a pawn in a much larger struggle. This story contains bondage, non-consensual sex, and hopefully some humor, adventure and intrigue. Adults only, please!
This is a work-in-progress, and more will be added to it later. Please stay tuned and have patience!
Tanj's Tales: Arrangements and Accommodations
By Kittiara
Stardate 2402.2
Zassa turned to grin at the male Cheetah as she all but danced towards the Lost Cause's airlock. Her shorts were essentially skintight, and rode high on her asscheeks, and her halter top was equally scandalous. As a concession to the fact that this was a pirate base, she had a jeweled dagger stuck in her belt, and a rather utilitarian disruptor in a shoulder holster, its butt pressing hard against the flank of her left breast. The overall statement (she hoped) was "ask politely and you never know what might be possible, but try and take, and I'll hand you your head." Hinoki, in a somewhat less tight pair of shorts and a tee shirt, grinned back. He too was looking forward to getting off the ship, and to renewing old acquaintances with the Black Fleet.
As she pirouetted, her stride turning more into a dance as she passed through the open airlock, she caught a look on Hinoki's face; it seemed as if he'd frozen in his tracks, his eyes going wide. Then momentum carried her around and she oofed as she bumped into someone...
Chris grinned, fangs glinting whitely as he caught the Vixen's wrists, holding her arms apart and up, holding them well away from her weapons. After looking her up and down, drinking in her voluptous form, he purrred; "ah, my wayward slave returns to me at last!"
Hinoki saw the brown fox grab Zassa, and for a moment he tensed instinctively... but then he recognized Chris and relaxed a little. Leaning casually against the outside of the airlock he watched as Chris deftly spun Zassa around, pulling the Vixen's paws back behind her, tying them, one crossed over the other, with a leather thong. It was obvious he'd had a lot of practice. He was done before the Vixen had even made up her mind whether or not she even wanted to resist. The collar was produced as if by magic, locking around the Vixen's throat with an audible "snick". It was, of course, a perfect fit. The leash was snapped to the D ring in the front of the collar, and with a grin, Chris turned and led off his prize. Just before they disappeared around the corner of a corridor, Zassa turned and shot Hinoki a look of commingled terror and delight... and quite possibly of naked lust.
"Did they just..." Hinoki turned and grinned at the Wolverine lass. Wanda was dressed in a loose fitting jumpsuit, but Kath, at the end of her leash, was wearing essentially nothing. Sometimes scantily clad is more erotic than completely nude, and at the moment the Mink was ably demonstrating that point. Both were staring up the corridor, eyes wide. "Oh, its OK; that's Chris Foxx; he's, ah, an old acquaintance of Zassa, and one of Jenka's Lieutenants." After a moment, Wanda nodded; "Ah, yes, I remember. The last time we were here. Zassa told me about how he'd kidnapped her. It sounded... Grim."
"Kidnapped who?" Wanda, Kath and Hinoki turned to see Roland, dressed in worn, but still serviceable BDU's padd to the lock, a pack slung over one shoulder. "Oh, its HORRIBLE" Wanda giggled; "Zassa was just Kidnapped!" Roland blinked, looking from face to face. Hinoki chuckled; "Yeah, these Black Fleet Pirates are a rough, crude lot. Why, that Rascal didn't even ask her permission before he bound her and dragged her off!" At Roland's deepening frown, Kath chuckled; "Oh, its all right; they're friends! Its just a game they play. He kidnapped her the last time we were here!" Wanda mused; "Yeah, but if I remember, she had some serious complaints afterwards." Roland looked at the Woverine and then growled "Well she better not have any complaints after THIS one, or I'll have words with her abductor!" Turning, the Badger stalked off down a corridor.
The tap on his shoulder startled Hinoki, and he turned quickly, not having heard anyone approach. The Stallion standing behind him was jet black, nude but for a kilt, well muscled and huge. Grinning down at the Cheetah he wordlessly handed him a set of handcuffs, and a collar. Hinoki blinked and then grinned; "Why I didn't know you cared!" The stallion's response was entirely neutral; "I'm not sure I do, but Mistress Jenka has commanded it, and thus it shall be." With an "oh...ah, okay", Hinoki shot a crooked grin at Wanda and Kath, and lifting the collar, fastened it around his neck, noting that it merely buckled, instead of locking. Then taking the handcuffs, he moved his paws behind his back, snapping them around his own wrists with a level of expertise that would have been surprising, if you didn't know him. The Stallion sighed and shook his head; "I would have thought you would have known better than that." Hinoki looked perplexed for a moment, but then his face reflected his understanding as the Stallion stepped forward to pull his shorts down. Getting the teeshirt over his head and off his bound arms was no more difficult, but did result in the garment being reduced to little more than a rag. Stuffing the offending clothes into a nearby trash receptacle, the Stallion clipped a leash to the now-nude Cheetah. Turning to Wanda he smiled; "Ma'am, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your quarters. Mistress Jenka has you billeted in the VIP ring." Wanda chuckled and nodded, and with John leading Hinoki, Wanda leading Kath, the quartet padded off down the corridor.
Smith stepped from the shadow of the inner lock and looked left and right, as if expecting abductors to spring from the woodwork. After assuring himself that no one was about to try and collar him, he turned and moved to follow, at a discrete distance.
No sooner had Smith disappeared around a corner, than Corey paused at the open lock to look around. This portion of the docking ring was now all but deserted. "Doesn't look like any spaceport I've ever seen" the Lynx mused to himself. Shaking his head, he shifted his shoulder bag and bravely stepped forth into the unknown; "I wonder where the others got off to. Oh, well... Surely there's an agent around here somewhere that can help me with passage. I just have to find him... or her. Or it." Judging probabilities, the Lynx picked a direction, and strode off in search of the most efficient way to reach his ultimate destination and his awaiting University position. There was SO much to do, and so little time!
Zassa smiled; the door actually squeaked as it opened inwards on antique hinges. Somehow the roughhewn wooden door and the flanking torches in wrought iron brackets looked so out of place in the space station's corridor. Still, once through the portal, the effect was startling. It looked EXACTLY like what you would have expected from a mythical castle dungeon. It was dark, and dank, with rusty chains hanging from the ceiling, and straw on the floor. Chris smiled and led the Vixen into his playroom; "I hope you like the effect; I've spared no expense." Zassa just chuckled. "oh, you may laugh NOW, slave, but I'll soon change your tone!" With a theatrical flourish, Chris turned and whipped a homespun cloth off of... Something. It looked like a giant metal A, with a circle at the top, and two smaller circles at the bottom. There were also two circles along the sides at the ends of the crossbar. "This device" the Fox chortled; "was designed to insure that penitent souls maintained the correct posture of humility in the presence of their betters. I'll show you, just as soon as I relieve you of the tiresome burden of your clothes..."
The steel was cold around her neck, but not too tight. Again, it felt as if it had been custom made for just her. Zassa balanced carefully in the awkward position. She stood, feet splayed wide apart, held by the bottom legs of the A, with her neck held by the circle of steel at its peak. Her knees were bent, and therefor held apart by the shanks of the A and her wrists were held essentially at her sides, by circlets of steel at the A's crossbar. She felt as if she were holding a rather deep bow, as if honoring her captor. "This device" the Fox mused; "was developed by an ancient religious inquisition, to make sure that their prisoners showed the proper humility to the clergy, through their posture. As he talked, Chris ran one paw over the Vixen's delicious ass. "But I find it has other uses." Reaching around he gently squeezed one of Zassa's hanging breasts. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"
The Lynx looked at the sign above the door and nodded to himself. "Dockmaster." "That should be as good a place as any to start. If they can't help me, surely they can tell me where I can find what I need." Stepping inside, he looked around.
Jacques looked up from his computer terminal and blinked. The Lynx looked lost, and then he nodded to himself, remembering the freighter from the Brethren that had docked earlier that day. This must be one of their crew. Rising from his seat, thinking ANYTHING had to be more interesting than his lists of manifests, fuel requisitions and ordinance inventories, he padded over; "Hey, buddy, anything I can do for you?"
Corey looked the Squirrel up and down and then nodded; "I'd like to find the appropriate person to discuss booking passage. I've been appointed to a research position at the University, and I need to arrange passage in the most expeditious manner possible."
Jacques blinked; "you... ah... I hate to say it, buddy, but I don't think I can help you. We're not exactly a regular stop for most of the passenger vessels in this quadrant." Corey frowned; "Then why would Tanj have brought me here? She knew of my requirements. I thought she was assisting me in reaching my destination!" The Squirrel grinned; "Tanj. The Cheetah? Um, buddy you may have a problem there. Last I saw of HER, Jenka, the boss here, was leading her off, nude and bound, at the end of her leash!" Corey's expression turned from puzzlement to horror; "Jenka? The PIRATE? Oh, good LORD!" Turning, a thousand questions running through his head, the Lynx stepped back through the door, and into the corridor. Jacques was about to follow, thinking something here had to be cleared up, when his terminal started beeping insistently at him. With a sigh, he made a mental note to follow up on the Lynx later, after he put out whatever fire was demanding his urgent attention...
Hinoki looked around curiously as the Stallion led him through the door. It wasn't the luxuriously appointed bedroom he was hoping for, nor the dungeon he half expected. Instead it looked more like a medical lab crossed with a machine shop. However, the device in the center of the floor was a little more familiar. The Stallion just unclipped the leash and gestured towards the stocks. With a sigh Hinoki nodded, moving over towards them. They were of an industrial plastic, soft and spongy, and yet utterly unbreakable; not by him, not even by so powerful a fur as the Stallion. They had a curiously mass-produced look, which didn't bode well either. Opening the lower portion of the stocks, Hinoki knelt, placing his ankles in the openings. In order to do so, he had to spread his knees wide apart. As he lowered the top portion, he heard a latch click with annoying solidity. Leaning over backwards, arching his body back, the Cheetah fumbled to open the upper portion of the "stocks", and to place his wrists within the openings. At this point the Stallion stepped forward, to swing the moveable half closed, trapping his wrists near his widespread ankles. The Stallion chuckled and moved around the trapped Cheetah, to fondle his balls in a friendly manner; "you just hold that pose; I've got some work to do."
Hinoki tried to watch what the Stallion was doing, but it was difficult; the normal position for his head, with his body bent back like it was, gave him a good view of the ceiling. Oh, he could let his head fall back, and get somewhat of an upside-down view of what was behind him, or he could lift his head until his chin rested on his chest, and get a partial view of what was before him, but the view wasn't good and he knew he couldn't hold his head like that for very long. The Stallion seemed to be fumbling with some sort of medical scanner. After a few minutes, John turned and brought the gizmo back to the bound Cheetah. With a grin he pressed the device to the Cheetah's crotch. It felt cold, and buzzed softly. Hinoki dropped his head back, and closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. After a moment the Stallion grunted and the presence of the buzzing instrument vanished. Lifting his head, the Cheetah spied the Stallion hooking the scanner to some sort of computer terminal. He studied the screen for a while, touching it here and there, and finally he nodded. Across the room some device started whirring, and the Stallion rose, to turn back to Hinoki.
"Its going to take a while for the CAM system to finish what its doing..." The stallion grinned; "And as I know what Mistress Jenka has in mind for you, I thought maybe a small kindness would be in order..." Clopping over to the bound Cheetah, his hoofs loud on the decking, the Stallion knelt, to run his broad tongue over the Cheetah's sheath. As the Stallion worked on him, Hinoki let his head fall back again, and purrrred. It felt wonderful, but some small part of his mind couldn't help but worry about what was to follow.
The Stallion had just finished sucking Hinoki to his second orgasm when a bell dinged. John smiled, and giving Hinoki a last lick, rose and clopped over to the device on the far wall. Hinoki watched him go, with a sigh. "He called it a CAM system" the Cheetah thought to himself. "CAM as in computer assisted manufacturing? I wonder what he's building?" Seeing the Stallion turn, with a silvery phallic shape in his hand, the Cheetah swallowed; "this is either going to be very good, or sheer hell... Maybe both."
John looked down at the still-rampant Cheetah and chuckled; "Can't use this quite yet. I'll just put it here, and come back in a bit when you've, ah, "calmed down"." With a smile the Stallion put the device on Hinoki's chest, and then turned and left the room. As the door swooshed closed behind him, Hinoki tried to focus, a little cross-eyed, on the shape resting on his chest. It looked like a mold, somewhat phallic shaped, but hollow, with a small ring at the narrow end. "Now what in the world are they going to do with that", he wondered.
Smith did his best to fade into the wall, while the Stallion and Hinoki were doing whatever they were doing. His position was good, and he thought he wouldn't be immediately seen by anyone who emerged. As he waited, he pondered the situation. There seemed to be a significant contradiction; Wanda and Kath were courteously treated, while Tanj, and to lesser extents, Zassa and Hinoki had been... abducted? Were they in trouble? His intuition said no, but he'd been wrong before. There was only one way to find out...
The door slid open almost soundlessly, and the Stallion emerged from the room. Past him, Smith had a quick glimpse of the bound Hinoki. Smiling to himself, he thought "in this crowd, that doesn't necessarily mean he's in trouble..." The Stallion stopped just outside the door, and without looking around, just smiled and muttered; "Mr. Smith, I'd like a word with you, if I might..."
Jenka smiled and crossed her legs, her chair pushed back from her desk. Smith did his best to keep his face impassive, but it had just become quite apparent that under her leather minidress, the Jaguar wasn't wearing any undies... "What can I do to assure you, that this is merely a game we play, from time to time, and that I mean them no harm?" Smith thought for a moment and then shrugged; "Its difficult to prove a negative. In short, your deeds will speak louder than words. And in the end, there might be little I could do to stop you, if you decided to do other than what you've indicated. Might." Leaning forward a bit, the... Coyote smiled; "but, I'm sure you know, I've had a long and... profitable relationship with Ms. Kee, and she has promised me further business. Lucrative business. It would not be prudent, Ma'am, to interfere with my profits." Jenka chuckled; "If I have my way, you might have more business than ever. The head position in the Intelligence department has recently come open, and I'd like Tanj to take that position. But as you say, only time will demonstrate that." After regarding the... Wolf? for a moment, Jenka smiled; "I'll have John assign you quarters. I'm certain that before too long, Tanj herself will relay to you that all is well, and we'll see about getting you off on your missions. But until then, enjoy your, ah, "vacation." Smith just nodded and rose; making a polite half-bow to the Jaguar, he turned and left soundlessly.
Smith took the slip of paper from the Stallion and headed towards the residential section. As he walked, he tried to take in every little detail about his surroundings. He'd told the Jaguar that if she decided to keep Tanj as a pet against her will there might be little he could do to prevent it. After all, she was the commander of the Black Fleet, one of the largest, best equipped and most feared of the Pirate Clans. And then again, there might be all sorts of things he could do. And not having anything TO do, until he was able to depart on the missions he'd discussed with the Cheetah, he might as well look into what might be done. Grinning, Smith made his way towards his assigned quarters, taking note of the furrs around him, of the way the doors closed, of the structural details of the station... Yes, there might be MANY things a furr like him could do...
"But that's not what WE do!" Roland looked askance at the Black Fleet Pirate and shook his head; "Oh, come on; there HAVE to be instances where you assault something heavily defended, where you need the firepower and mobility of powered armor!" The Jackal sighed; "Look, I know the Brethren were all wrapped up in the liberation of Elysium. Poor excuses for pirates if you ask me." At the bristling look on the Badger's face, he continued quickly; "you have to understand that the main goal of being a pirate is to get money. To steal money, or things of value, if you will. If a target is too heavily defended, then its just not worth pursuing. Not out of simple greed anyways. We look for the lightly defended, or the poorly defended. We look for the maximum return for the minimum effort, and the minimum risk. Besides, powered armor is most useful dirtside, or maybe if you're fighting on a VERY large ship, and we almost never do either!" Roland sighed; "I think I could teach you a thing or two about its uses, though. You MIGHT be surprised." The Jackal nodded; "I might, but... tell me, do you HAVE a suit of powered armor?" The Badger looked down; "Uh... No. My last suit was destroyed on Elysium." The Jackal nodded sagely; "Difficult to show us how to use it in our sort of combat, if you don't have one." At the stricken look on the Badger's face, the Jackal continued; "Look, I DO have openings for Marines, for boarding captured ships. If you have experience as you claim, you'll know its fairly risky work, but the pay is commensurate with the risks. If you sign on with us, well, maybe you can afford a suit sometime in the near future. And yes, I know how much they cost." Roland sighed; "OK, but before I sign on, I'd like to talk to whomever would be my CO, and some of the troops..." The Jackal grinned; "lets go see if we can find Emma..."
Zassa smiled, and just let the sensations overwhelm her. Chris had stripped, slowly, and within her vision, and had then moved around her, to take her from behind. As the bucking of his hips increased in intensity, he'd put his paws on her hips, to hold her steady. Her stance was just a little precarious... It felt so delicious to be bound so tight, held so helplessly, and to be taken so hard, to be ruthlessly used for his pleasure. Just as she thought she was going to slip over the edge, as her breathing increased, he pulled out. Zassa panted hard, waiting... When he was sure she had her balance, Chris took his paws off her hips and moved around, to sit cross-legged in front of her. With one paw idly stroking his cock, still slick with her juices, he grinned; "you see, my little slave, I can do anything I want with you, including take you to the edge, and leave you there." Reaching through the steel that held her bent, he ran fingers back and forth through her dripping slit; "Mistress Jenka has taken your Captain, just like I've taken you. There's no one to rescue you, no one to come to your aid. You're mine, now, and forever."
Zassa lowered her eyes, finding her vision centering on the Fox's rampant cock. "I can imagine Jenka kidnapping Tanj" she thought to herself; "but if I know those two, after a while, things will get back to normal..." For a moment the Vixen wondered if Tanj would object to being reduced to what she'd once been, to what she did SO well, a simple sex slave. And if she did, would that mean that Chris was telling the truth, that she was his until he tired of her? Zassa lifted her head a little and gave the Fox a sly look; "Oh, PLEASE, kind Master, Please grant your humble slave her release... I'm SOOOOOOO hot!" "Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing" Zassa thought to herself; "decisions like that deserve to be well thought through, though; I'll think on it later, but in the meantime, I should enjoy the situation, while it lasts..." Wiggling her bottom, Zassa moaned in what she hoped was an enticing manner...
Chris chuckled and stroked the Vixen's pussy a little more firmly, capturing her clitty and rolling it between thumb and forefinger; the result was obvious, writ large on her face. Again, just before she seemed to go over the edge, he ceased his motions, returning his paw to his own lap, to idly stroke his cock; "I'm sure you're hot, little one, but I know you can get hotter still. In any event, we're going to find out. I have all the time in the world."
Emma was a mouse and a rather petite one at that. Roland looked down at her, and she met his gaze solidly, with the look of an old soldier. An old, experienced, and rather capable soldier. "OK, I'll give him a try. Lord knows we're short handed enough." Turning to Roland she growled; "What was your name again? Oh, never mind. Right now we've got enough open slots you can pick your quarters. If you want one of the nicer rooms, you'll have to find someone who'll agree to share with you. Otherwise, well, we've got plenty of singles available, but they ain't much. I want you in the Gym at 0600, and in the simulator at 0800. I'll be there to personally supervise. If you're not up to snuff in either category, well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I'll assign you to a team when I see how you perform." Roland just nodded, and growled back; "I'll take one of the single rooms. Where do I find 'em?"
Zassa moaned softly, breathlessly. Chris was as good as ever, seemingly tireless, playing her like a maestro plays a fine instrument. He'd brought her to the edge of a climax and with amazing determination and skill, held her there, right at the edge, for what seemed like an eternity. She was so tired, she could barely make a sound. So tired he'd long-since put a big pillow on the floor, and gently tipped her forward until her forehead rested on it. With her ass still high in the air, perfectly exposed to his ministrations, her wrists locked to the A, helpless to interfere, she watched upside-down as he continued to stroke her sodden pussy.
Chris watched her, watched the way her muscles trembled, listened to the ragged sound of her breathing, and after sneaking a quick look at his chrono, nodded to himself. It was time. Oh, he could probably keep her teetering on the knife's edge for a while longer, but, despite what he'd said, he DID have places to go, things to do. Things that had to be done or Jenka would get upset with him. Leaning forward he fastened his lips around the Vixen's throbbing clitty, and began to suck softly.
Zassa found her voice gone as she tried to scream out in anticipation, but instead she found she could barely breath. As the Fox sucked on her pearl, she found herself carried higher and higher, until the world seemed to explode, until the universe seemed to contract and then expand outward, until, as untold pleasures raged through her poor, tormented body, she slowly slipped from conciousness.
Chris smiled and stroked the Vixen's ear softly; "Too much for you, eh? Well, we'll have to work on that. Now, let me see if I can get you ready to travel; you're too heavy to carry all the way home, but I do happen to have a conveyance, JUST for you!
Roland looked at the room and sighed. He probably would have been better off if it'd been completely empty. Instead there was a rather rusted, and broken bed frame, with a soiled and torn mattress. The built-in desk looked as if someone had tried to set it on fire. On closer examination, it turned out to have been the comm terminal that had caused the burn marks. "I wonder how they managed THAT?" he thought to himself. Usually the comm terminals were of a low voltage, too low to do that. The light panel in the ceiling flickered most irritatingly, and the cold water tap in the sink in the miniscule bathroom didn't seem to work. With a sigh, the Badger dropped his pack; as bad as it was, it was one of the better ones he'd seen. These Black Fleet folks seemed to be a real bunch of animals!
The storage room was a quiet place to think. Corey paced the floor, his mind a whirl with thoughts and questions. "Jenka? I know the Brethren had dealings with her, and her organization, but what would we be doing HERE?" was the one that kept running through his mind the most. Finally the Lynx forced himself to calm down, and to approach the problem from a rational point of view. What did he know? He knew he wasn't where he should be, he wasn't where Tanj had promised she'd take him. This was no place from which he could obtain passage to his University. And Tanj was a prisoner of the infamous Pirate Jenka. Therefor something unexpected had happened. The logical conclusion was that their ship had somehow been taken by pirates. "It must have been a clever ruse," he mused to himself, "For even I would have noticed an armed boarding party. No, deception must have been involved. Even so, I should have been more alert to my surroundings. Once again, it seems that I've gotten all too wrapped up in my studies and research." Resuming his pacing, he frowned; "but if Tanj was led off in chains, why was I ignored? And where are the others?" Turning to the parts inventory terminal in the store room, the Lynx began the delicate process of hacking into the Black Fleet's database, seeking answers.
"Its amazing how hard it is to maneuver someone who's limp" Chris thought to himself, as he struggled to get the Vixen into the cage. He'd had this one built especially for Zassa, to her measurements and as he secured her within its heavy framework he smiled. "She's gonna love it."
The float pallet was made to carry much heavier cargo, and maneuvering it down the corridors was no trouble at all. Chris smiled, nodding to acquaintances, accepting their envious looks with pride as he hauled his new prize home. However, there was a small knot of furrs at the entrance to the residential sector. "Door stuck again?" he growled to a rather large bear in overalls. "No, it seems its tripped its breaker." The Bear pointed; "indicator lights are out." Chris sighed; "I know where the panel is. Do me a favor and watch my friend while I go reset it?" The Bear just grinned; "OHYEAH!" With a sigh and a muttered curse at station maintenance, the Fox turned and strode purposefully down the corridor, back the way he'd come.
Zassa groaned as consciousness returned. Or tried to. Groan, that was. Something very large and very spongy was filling her mouth. She was on her knees, bent over, and as she tried to move, she realized she was bound tight. Opening one eye, she looked around as best she could. All she could see was bars, and beyond them, furr's legs. She seemed to be in the middle of a crowd... But not the center of their attention. Somewhat surprised, and miffed, she took better stock of her surroundings. The bars were from the cage she was in. The cage was of extremely heavy duty construction, the bars were actually stainless steel square tubes, about three centimeters to a side, all welded construction. There was a small gap in the framework, just above and beyond her nose, obviously placed there to facilitate oral sex. Her collar seemed to be latched to a fitting in the floor, holding her head down. Cuffs around her ankles seemed to be latched to fittings in the sides of the cage. Her arms were in a monoglove, with some sort of pole stretched between the sides of the cage, over her body but under her arms at the elbows, further hunching her shoulders down. The ring at the end of the monoglove, just beyond the end of her fingers, seemed to be tied to the back of the cage, although that was a little difficult to confirm. In short, she was completely immobilized, packaged in such a manner that she could still be used, still be viewed. "At least the floor is soft" she sighed to herself.
"Hey, Fred, glad I found you!" The Bear turned and sighed, looking at the Ferret. "What's up, George?" "The boss sent me to get you; power relays in the "Plymouth Corporation's Revenge" have frozen up again, and he wants us to look at 'em. Now." The Bear sighed; "But I just got off a double shift. Besides, I've got... this to look after." Gesturing at the cage, he sighed; the Vixen had such a lovely ass, perfectly framed by that little opening in the back of the cage. The Ferret did a quick doubletake, and then sighed; "Yeah, she's a purty one, but you know the boss. He ain't gonna take that as an excuse. Come on, we gotta go before they crash that tub into something valuable." The Bear took a quick look around, searching for the Fox, but the Ferret pulled at his sleeve; "Come on, she'll be FINE!"
Zassa listened to the discourse and wondered what had happened to Chris. Who did those voices belong to? It was obvious to her that whatever the circumstances, she was being abandoned...
Roland turned the corner, moving his float pallet of the junk he'd cleaned out of his new quarters, and slowed to a stop. "This kinda thing would never have happened on the Bretheren's station" he muttered to himself, as he saw the pressure doors closed. Grumbling, he was just about to shove his way through the crowd, to see if anyone knew anything about the problem, when the pressure doors slid open with a whoosh. The crowd on both sides of the doors started pushing their way past each other, and the Badger paused with his float pallet waiting for the traffic to clear. When the crowd had thinned he started forward, leading the pallet only to find another pallet in his way, on the far side of the doors. A pallet holding a caged furr. A caged furr with bright red fur...
"Dammit, who left this thi... Zassa is that YOU?" Zassa suddenly found a face just outside the bars; the Badger... Roland. Considering her posture, she did the best she could to nod. Roland straightened and looked around. "Kidnapped you, eh? Well, that should leave you vulnerable to someone rescuing you, right?" With a grin, he took the controls of the float pallet and moved the caged vixen through the doors, back into the residential section, on the heels of the crowd. His pallet of junk was left against the corridor wall, forgotten.
Chris turned the corner to find the corridor empty. Well, almost empty. A float pallet rested against one wall, full of what appeared to be scrap metal, and an old mattress. The pressure doors were open, the indicator lights glowing as they should, showing normal status. The crowd, the Bear, and the cage with Zassa were all gone. For a moment he stood in shock, turning, looking this way and that, and then with a growl he turned, pacing fast up a different corridor. That Bear was going to have some explaining to do, making off with HIS Vixen!
Roland pushed the float pallet through the door and into his quarters. Without the remnants of the bed or the desk there was plenty of room. Letting it settle to the floor as he shut down the repulsors, he walked around, to bend down in front of the Vixen. "Looks like someone meant to keep you. This thing's got more locks on it than a luxury aircar in the Har'lemn ghetto. Hang on, though, I think I can pick 'em. Just let me find my picks..."
Chris paused, and frowned; "No... couldn't be..." The Fox took a step forward, and then stopped again. With a shudder he turned and dashed back the way he'd come.
The rumbling in his stomach could no longer be ignored. With partial success achieved, Corey pushed back from the terminal. He'd managed to get into the personnel database. There were four other male Lynxes that were assigned to the station, and the obvious conclusion was that he'd simply been mistaken for one of the Pirates. "That SHOULD let me move among them, as long as I adopt the correct attitude..." Downloading the information on the Lynx that resembled him most closely, Corey prepared to do a little "identity theft."
The caffeteria was crowded and raucous. Corey adopted a scowl, and shoved his meal card at the reader. It bleeped in acceptance, and the Lynx started down the line. To his surprise, the food appeared rather good, not at all the slop he expected pirates to have to put up with. With his tray piled high, he found a table in the middle of the room, and sat down to eat. Curious how the pirates all seemed to prefer the corners, spreading out from there along the walls, as if they were perhaps afraid of a knife in the back. As he ate, he studied the crowd. They did seem to be a surly lot. When he'd finished, he tossed his tray in the recycler, and turned to shuffle off. It was then that a scent caught his attention. Turning to look, his eyebrows rose, as Roland, the Badger fellow entered the mess hall. "Obviously if he's loose, he's either hiding among them as I am... or he's one of them! Stifling an impulse to march up and challenge the Badger, Corey slipped back down the corridor. There were ways to find out, safer ways than a direct confrontation.
It was all he could do to keep his head down and to maintain the same gait as he moved down the corridor. There was the Black Jaguar, Jenka, and just as he'd been told, there was Tanj, at the end of her leash. She wasn't actually naked, but what she was wearing wasn't exactly clothing either. The body harness held her arms tight behind her back, straps crisscrossing her body, one particularly nasty looking strap descending between her legs, bisecting her sex in a most lewd way. A visor-like blindfold covered her eyes, and a gag filled her mouth. As they passed, Corey was certain that the Cheetah couldn't see him, and Jenka appeared not to recognize him. As he turned the corner, the Corey stiffened. Something was going to have to be done about this, and he was just the Lynx to do it!
Regaining the storage room was a welcome relief. Looking around, Corey realized that it wouldn't be a long-term haven, however. Sitting down at the terminal, he attempted to find a better place. He was going to need access to power, to parts and supplies. And that would take authorizations. Easy access to a bathroom, and some sort of cover story would also be needed. Hacking back into the personnel records he started setting up a completely new identity. It was surprisingly easy.
Roland sighed and tried again. The locks were more sophisticated than they looked. "I guess there's no honor among thieves, at least not here" he quipped. Zassa looked less than amused. Bending over and trying again, he worked on the lock that held her head harness against the cage's built-in gag...
The float pallet of junk sat where it'd been left. And about six feet down the corridor was an ubiquitous trash port. This one was sized for household trash, but even so... Stepping forward, the Fox levered open the port and stuck his head inside. SURELY even a pirate wouldn't stuff the crate with the beautiful bound vixen into the recycling system... would they?
"Got it!" Roland grinned and tossed the now-open lock across the room. Zassa shook her head a little, and obviously straining against her remaining bonds, tried to pull back enough to get the rather large penis gag out of her mouth. A good three inches of it appeared, slick with her saliva, but it was soon apparent that she just couldn't move back far enough to work it out of her mouth. Roland sighed and shifted position. The crossbar under her arms had a lock at either end. Patiently he started to work on them.
"No, no, shut down ALL the trash compactors on Level 14! And LEAVE them down on MY authorization until I'm SURE! No, I am NOT joking!" Chris thumbed the intercom button off and turned to dash towards his quarters, hoping that the hand-held scanner normally used to search out hiding crew when boarding a prize vessel still had good batteries...
Zassa groaned softly, squirming. With the crossbar gone, she could arch her body a little more, pressing her bound arms against the roof of the cage; it was just enough, and with a soft moan she pulled her head back enough to escape the gag. Panting lightly she let her body sag forward, resting the tip of her chin on the small open square in the "front" of the cage. "Thanks, I appreciate that. What happened to Chris? How did I wind up in this thing?" Roland moved back around into her field of vision and shrugged eloquently; "Don't have a clue. I found you abandoned in the corridor at the entrance to the residential section." He grinned; "you kinda looked like you needed rescuing." Zassa laughed; "Yeah, that I do, I have GOT to use the bathroom. Any chance of getting the other locks open?" Roland sighed; "Different type of lock; those are magnetically coded. I just don't have the tools for that." Zassa groaned "Great. Um... Any chance you might turn up a bedpan? I don't think I'm going to be able to hold it too much longer..."
Fred looked at the Fox and wrinkled up his nose; "Where the hell have YOU been?" Chris just growled enigmatically "Chasing sensor ghosts in the recycling system. Now, where the HELL is that float pallet?" The Bear just shrugged; "Had to leave her there. Seems there was this emergency and Ops just wouldn't take no for an answer. Why, wasn't she there when you came back?"
Roland looked at the Vixen just a little wide-eyed; "you know, I don't think I'd be able to do that... Not like that." The Vixen chuckled; "at the Academy, we got training in ALL sorts of kinks. I take it you're not into "water sports"? The Badger let out a strangled grunt that Zassa took for a "no". The Vixen chuckled "well, neither am I, but in a place like the Academy, your preferences don't count for anything. You learn it anyways, or else." Roland nodded and reached down to remove the perilously full bedpan through the opening in the back of the cage; "hang on, I'll get some toilet paper and, ah, clean you up some."
The sound of the door opening startled Hinoki. John strode in, and went straight to a cabinet on the far side of the room. Hinoki watched as the Stallion started laying out medical instruments on a tray, forceps and what looked like a speculum. Turning to the Cheetah, the Stallion grinned; "It's a good thing you've already got a piercing at the opening to your sheath; it saves me having to give you one. Now, lets see if we can get this fitted before Mistress Jenka arrives...
Hinoki groaned; the tray of medical instruments rested on his chest, blocking his view. Forceps bit into the flesh at the entrance to his sheath, stretching the opening. He felt the speculum being inserted, and adjusted, stretching the opening to his sheath, and to an extent, his sheath itself. Then he felt something being shoved down, inside his sheath, over his quiescent cock... and then the instruments were, one by one, being removed.
John smiled; "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Placing a massive hand behind the Cheetah's head, he lifted it, holding a mirror in his other hand, so the Cheetah had a good look at his own crotch. The silvery phallic shape had been inserted inside his sheath, over his cock; the opening of his sheath bulged slightly, just a bit of the head of the silvery thing showing. The ring at its tip protruded from the opening, and the Stallion had used a small, heart-shaped lock to link that ring to the ring in the piercing of his sheath. It was obvious that the insert wasn't coming out, unless someone gave him a key. There was a small hole in the tip of the insert, and Hinoki shuddered; it was obviously there to let him pee, although that would probably prove to be an interesting exercise. Its presence, however, meant that this was something that might be there for a long time.
John watched the Cheetah's eyes, and when they turned in his direction he just grinned and nodded; "Yeah, Mistress had one made for me too, for those "special" punishments. Don't even think about trying to get hard. Its as bad as the "Gates of Hell". Hinoki just swallowed. Hard.
Hinoki's head dropped back, as the door swooshed open again. As he'd expected, there was Jenka, in a skintight leather catsuit, a smile on her face. Padding around, she crouched to examine the Cheetah's very exposed crotch. As one gloved hand stroked over his sheath, she purrred; "Hello, Hinoki. I hope you like your new "friend"... I've got a problem I need you to solve, and I thought this might just be the incentive you need to see the job done, done well, and done correctly." Hinoki blinked; "Um... huh?" Jenka chuckled, her fingers moving to stroke his balls softly; "I've heard about your previous experience, both as an instructor and then as a student at the Academy. I've recently acquired a slave, a female slave, that needs training; but its not training of the usual sort. You see, she's posing a problem of a different sort, and I think you're just the furr to straighten it out. Solve the problem for me, and I'll free you of your metallic friend here." As she spoke, Jenka's fingers stroked back over the Cheetah's sheath, and Hinoki realized a curious sensation; he could feel her fingers on his sheath, but his cock felt nothing, underneath its metallic cover. Nothing! Swallowing hard again he nodded his head; "What do I have to do?"
Jenka smiled; "I'll show you, in a little while, but first, I think you need to experience just exactly what your situation is. I'm going to leave you in John's care for a while. He'll bring you to me when he's satisfied you correctly understand your situation...
John smiled and leaned over to look down into Hinoki's upturned face. Grinning, the Stallion slowly undid his belt, letting his kilt fall to the floor. Then, kneeling, he reached out to place his paws on either side of Hinoki's head, tilting his head back until the Cheetah was looking straight behind him. Straight into the Stallion's crotch. "Now, Cat, let's see if you know how to use that tongue of yours..."
Hinoki's eyes bulged, his jaws pried wide apart, as the Stallion slowly fucked his face, his huge shaft driving deep down his throat. Grateful for the brief occasions when the Stallion would pull back far enough for him to gasp a much needed breath, it was all Hinoki could do to just hang on, as the Stallion took his pleasure. And as he was used, the Cheetah found out just what they'd been talking about. His own shaft had tried to swell, only to meet the resistance of the metal encasing it. The pressure became tremendous, and then painful, to the point where his shaft would shrink in response. Horny as hell from his situation, the Cheetah found there was no relief. None!
Hinoki was still struggling with the mouthful of cum, as the Stallion released him. He'd never known a horse could hold so much; it had flooded his gullet, filled his stomach, and his mouth, and still spilled out all over his face... "Come on, Cat, I'm not done with you yet" the Stallion growled, hefting the Cheetah to his feet. In short order, Hinoki found himself standing, bent WAY over, his ankles through the holes where his wrists had been, and with his torso bent double, his wrists awkwardly through the horizontal holes where his ankles had been. Bent over double like that, he knew what was coming... And sure enough, within moments he felt the head of the stallion's cock, slick with lube, pressing against his asshole...
"You know," Jenka thought to herself, "Chris isn't normally intimidating, at least not among THIS crowd... BUT right now he's got almost everyone he runs across backing away." Leaning against the wall, the Jaguar watched as the Fox growled at one of the security furrs, literally backing him against the opposite bulkhead; "What do you mean, the internal sensors in that part of the station weren't being monitored? Who the HELL ordered THAT one?" The Puma blinked, and then shrugged; "well, ah, Sir, after the Athatabasco raid, well, we've all been just a little short-handed, and most of the security emphasis was shifted to critical areas, like weapons storage, the external airlocks, and, ah, the pantry." As the Fox's eyes widened, and a growl formed in his throat, the Puma hastily went on; "you wouldn't believe how many of these pirates like to swipe things for midnight snacks..." "OUT!" the Fox shouted; "GET OUT! Don't you DARE show your face until you've FOUND her! You and your entire department are on 24 hour shifts until she's located! GO!" Behind him, Jenka just chuckled.
Zassa purrrrred, her bottom moving just a little; Roland's ministrations had turned to something a little more intimate... although how you could get more intimate than wiping someone's bottom was hard to imagine for the Vixen. Now, his fingers traced the cleft of her sex, as he sat behind the cage, toying with her. And there wasn't a THING she could do to stop him, even if she'd wanted to... "You know," the Badger mused, "I DO think I should get a reward for rescuing you, don't you think?" Zassa chuckled; "for helping me get that prod out of my mouth, and for helping me, ah, relieve myself, most certainly, but I AM still locked in this thing." Roland let his paw slowly glide over the left curve of her ass; "true, and I've figured out how to get the magnetic locks open. All of them and all at the same time." His fingers paused for a moment to draw lazy circles around the rosebud of her anus, before traveling down between her legs a little. Zassa panted lightly "and how are you going to do that?" Roland chuckled "Well, we'll just have to put them in a magnetic field strong enough to burn out their encoding." Zassa shivered as his fingertips grazed her clitty, and, sadly, kept moving. "And how are you going to do that?" Roland chuckled; "simple. I know where there's a rail gun that's going to be test fired. I overheard two of the armorers talking about it. We just float your cage near the induction coils and when it fires, all the locks pop open! Of course, this isn't scheduled until tomorrow morning, but I think we can find some way to pass the time until then... Zassa closed her eyes and groaned softly; the badger had punctuated "open" by sliding a finger into her pussy. "Yeah... That might... OH! Might... Oooooooooo... that might... Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh! Roland smiled and stroked her g spot every time she came close to finishing her sentence. If he played his cards right, she'd soon forget all about getting out of the cage, at least for a while.
Roland grunted, moving carefully. The square opening in the back of the cage was much too small for the Vixen to escape through, but it WAS big enough, and strategically located, for him to fuck her. IF he didn't mind one of the lowest crouches he'd been in, in years. With his knees out to either side, almost doing the splits he pumped her slowly, paws wrapped around the uprights of the cage. If it hadn't been for the float pallet raising the cage up 20 centimeters it would have been impossible. Zassa panted, squirming as far as she was able, which wasn't much, her pussy rhythmically contracting around his shaft, gripping him, stroking him, until he thought he'd go mad...
Tanj sighed and looked around her. There wasn't a whole lot to look at. Just four smooth walls, a floor, and a ceiling. And the mouth of the tunnel that lead upwards to Jenka's bedroom. She could also see a small portion of Jenka's bedroom through the grate in the ceiling. It was dark, and quiet. She had no idea what time it was.
After being pounced upon, as she left her ship, bound and gagged, Jenka had dragged her, at the end of her leash, Through the station, to her quarters; there, she'd been re-bound into a kind of a harness, and stuffed into the small entrance to the tunnel to the kennel. With her wrists bound at her sides, it'd been difficult to inch-worm down the sloping tunnel to the chamber below. And as the floor of the tunnel had been coated with some sort of anti-skid stuff, it'd been particularly hard on her nipples as she pushed herself along. But she'd been there before and knew the drill.
For a while, she'd slept, on the spongy soft floor, only to be awakened by the onslaught of the two vibrators built into the harness, one in her ass, a larger one in her pussy. For a while, things had been quite nice, until, teetering on the edge of a climax, they'd both stopped. It was as if they knew how close she'd been. The actions of the vibrators had reminded her that no one had told her she could sleep, and with a muffled groan, she'd shifted to her knees, to kneel in the correct position. Off and on, the vibrators had tormented her, for what had seemed like hours. However, as she wasn't significantly thirsty or hungry, it probably hadn't been all THAT long... Good thing too; the kennel had a small water fountain, overflowing into a tub, overflowing into a drain that could be used as a toilet; however, gagged as she was, she couldn't make use of the water fountain, and plugged as she was, she couldn't relieve herself... As she knelt there, wondering if hidden cameras were watching her, wondering if she'd be punished for breaking discipline if she didn't maintain the proper slave's position, she thought about her situation. It would be SO nice to just surrender to it, to let someone else worry about the world for a while, and just be Jenka's toy. It was so tempting. But no matter how she tried to convince herself, it just wasn't working. There was just too much to do. Finally, unable to take it any more, she rose, to pace her quarters. Three steps forward, turn, three steps back, turn...
Jenka watched the Cheetah pace, on the multi-function monitor built into her desk, and frowned. In all the time she'd known her, she'd never seen Tanj pace before. It was disconcerting. With a sigh, she pushed a button on her console; not waiting for a response, she growled; "John, my new pet seems to have quite a bit of nervous energy; I think its time we moved on to Phase II...
Tanj's head jerked upwards, as the lights in Jenka's room came on. Hurriedly throwing herself down, kneeling, she tried to look up, to see who was there, without seeming to look up. The deep chuckle above her brought her head up, and she found herself looking up at Jenka's Stallion, from a most interesting angle. The Stallion was wearing only a kilt, and it was obvious that he wasn't wearing a thing underneath it. The Stallion grinned back at her, crooking a finger in the classic "come hither" gesture. With a sigh, Tanj moved on her knees to the small tunnel's mouth, to start inching her way upwards.
As she emerged from the tunnel, the Stallion gestured her closer; producing a key, he unlocked the crotch strap to her harness, letting it hang down between her legs, the two attached dildoes glistening with her juices. Pointing towards the door to the bathroom he growled; "Two minutes, Slave. You should be able to use the Bidet without the use of your hands. Quickly now!" Tanj scampered to obey.
Tanj wasn't sure if she'd exceeded the time limit or not when she trotted back to the Stallion, her crotch fur still damp. She hadn't realized just how bad she'd needed to go until she'd entered the bathroom... The Stallion ignored any lapses however, reinserting the dildoes, and relocking the crotch strap. Snapping a leash to the ring in her collar, he turned and moved towards the door, Tanj having no choice but to follow.
As she padded, nude, through the corridors of the Black Fleet's station, Tanj found she garnered only the occasional glance. It wasn't that unusual for furrs taken as prizes by the Fleet to be moved through the corridors, and, she supposed, one naked cheetah fem looked pretty much like another. With a half smile, she wondered if she'd been properly dressed, if anyone would have recognized her? She'd given many an intelligence briefing to the staff, but she didn't know that many of the rank and file... Perhaps they did know who she was, or perhaps more properly, who she'd been, and just didn't care...
Their destination became rapidly apparent. In a large circular area where several corridors came together, and small shops lined the periphery, a dias in the center held a set of stocks. An empty set of stocks. Somehow, Tanj knew that's where they were headed. The Stallion didn't disappoint her, leading her directly there. Pulling her onto the dias he unlocked the stocks and lifted the top half. Pushing Tanj down onto her knees, he bent her torso forward until he could put her neck in the semi-circle of the lower part, carefully moving her hair out of the way. Not bothering with her hands, he lowered the upper half and locked it shut. With the Cheetah so restrained, he then proceeded to unlock her harness, stripping it from her, leaving her completely nude. Strong leather cuffs were then locked around her wrists, and both cuffs locked to a ring-bolt on the top of the stocks, above her neck. This raised her arms further than they would have been, had her wrists been placed in the stocks, and Tanj could feel the tension in her breasts. The Stallion then proceeded to put matching cuffs on her ankles, spreading her legs a bit, and locking the cuffs to ring bolts in the floor. Finally, he tied the end of her tail to her wrist cuffs, with a thong, leaving her sex very exposed.
The stallion then rose, and moved off. Tanj listened to the clip-clop of his hooves until they were lost in the background noise of the common area. For a while, things were peaceful, but then the inevitable happened. Tanj felt someone come up behind her, gentle footfalls on the carpet, the soft rustle of fabric as clothes were shed, the light touch of paws on the globes of her ass. Not a word was spoken as fingertips traced the cleft of her sex, stroking softly. Patiently, the unknown fur stroked her until she was breathing fast, the warmth of arousal spreading slowly through her body.
The actual penetration was a welcome relief to the slow, patient teasing. The furr started off slowly, gradually building in speed and power until he was slamming into her so hard his balls were swinging forward to slap at her mons, his claws digging into her ass. As the sensations built, Tanj gave voice to her emotions with a long, drawn-out yowl, as her climax blossomed within her. A low, throaty chuckle was heard behind her, and then her unknown lover was howling too, his cock spurting deep within her pussy.
The next male must have been waiting anxiously, as the first had scarcely withdrawn before another cock, thinner and perhaps just a shade longer, was driving into her sodden sex. The furr thrust two times, and then withdrew, to place the head of his cock, dripping with her juices, against her asshole. His thrust was perhaps rougher than Tanj would have liked, and she gasped as he drove deep into her loins. Soon, however, he settled down to a steady thrusting, his body arching over hers, his paws roughly grasping her hanging breasts.
Chris stood at the junction of corridors, just outside of the residential sector, looking. Just looking. He'd left her right there. He'd been gone less than three minutes. Who had taken her? Where had she been taken? WHAT was happening to her? Who had left the float pallet of junk in her place? Had it been some sort of calculated insult? Was one of his adversaries leaving what they thought was a private joke in the wake of their theft? "Occam's razor, Boy, look for the simplest answer." Frowning, the Fox turned and headed for the housing office; maybe they'd know where trash of that sort might come from...
"No, I'm NOT going to clean you up. No time for that; first lets get you out of the cage and then we'll see about that, and Breakfast." Roland grinned as he activated the float pallet. "Now, no complaints, or I'll buckle you back into that gag." Zassa shook her head, and smiled a crooked smile. Being displayed like this should be nothing new to her, but still, it wasn't something she'd soon forget either. Roland keyed open the door to his room, and whistling tunelessly he directed the float pallet through the door.
The squirrel nodded; "Yeah, we got a new roomie just yesterday. Came in on that Cheetah's freighter. He took old Joe Steele's quarters." The Squirrel grinned; "and you know Joe; get hopped up on dreamweed every night. He'd trash the place at least once a week." Chris nodded; "Yeah. And if he'd kept it to just his quarters he'd be alive today. NOT a good idea to get stoned while piloting a raider. Not when you see phantom monsters and start firing your sidearm at 'em." The Squirrel smiled and leaned on the desk, chin cupped in her paws, "Yeah, but he had some pretty good weed. Dunno where he got it from... Anyways, I think the new guy was cleaning the place out." Chris nodded; "I think I'll go ask him about that. Thanks." The Squirrel grinned; "Hey, if you find any of Joe's stash, lemme know! I could get some friends together and we could party..."
Roland slid the float pallet up against the coil and let it settle to the deck. "There we go." Zassa groused; "you could at least have had me facing away from the wall. All I can see is gray steel." Roland chuckled and shrugged, knowing she couldn't see; "yeah, but this way the locks that we need opened are closer to the point of highest magnetic gradient. Just be patient, the test is supposed to run in about two minutes." Zassa sighed and nodded.
Chris put the keycard back in his wallet, watching the door open. Most of the pirates would have boobytraps, just in case someone broke into their quarters, but this one looked clear. Waiting a moment just in case, the Fox peered into the darkened room. Finally, he took one last look around the edge of the doorway and stepped inside. Flicking on the light he looked around. Bedroll. Carryall. Some scattered clothes, some toiletries, and little else. No bed. No desk. No Comm terminal. The place looked as if it had been gutted. And that would explain the pallet of junk. Sniffing carefully, eyes closed, he detected the hint of female arousal. He wasn't sure if that was Vixen he was smelling, or just another Canid, but the Badger that had taken up residence had definitely had someone in here. And recently. Nodding to himself he turned and exited the room.
Roland sighed and checked his Chrono again. The test should have run a good twenty minutes ago. With a sigh he shook his head; "At the risk of doing to you what Chris did, I'm going to have to leave you. I'll go check on the Armorers and be right back to let you know what's going on." As the footfalls faded from her hearing, Zassa grumbled; "you'd Better!"
"Yeah, I saw him go by. Big guy, stripes on his face and down his back. Pushing a float pallet with a nude Vixen in a cage." The Marmoset grinned; "And a looker she was, too. Went towards the Repulsive." Chris nodded; "Thanks, 'preciate that!"
"EMMA!" The mouse paused and turned, and then smiled; "Heya, Chris; what's up?" Chris jogged up to the mouse and grinned; "Got a little problem, one I think you can help me with..."
"HEY YOU!" Roland paused at the entrance to the fire control center. Marching down the corridor was Emma, and she didn't look happy. "I've been looking all over the F*CKING station for you; you're late for your little appointment in the simulator!" Roland looked into the fire control center. The techs had a panel apart and seemed to be arguing over whether to disconnect the red or the blue wire. Looking back at Emma he gestured at the techs; "Um, I'm kinda in the middle of some..." "NOT NOW, Mister, you'll come with me NOW, or I'll see you floating OUTSIDE the station, cleaning ports with that bushy tail of yours, bareassed! NOW, Mister!"
Chris smiled. When he'd heard where Roland had taken the caged vixen it all fell together. She had to be somewhere near the railgun induction coils. And there she was. Stepping up silently he stroked a paw over her ass; "Naughty, Naughty vixen, running away like that! Who gave you permission to be stolen anyways? I think we're going to have to find an appropriate punishment for you!" Inside the cage, Zassa tried to turn her head, left and then right, to confirm what her ears had told her. Chris was back. And where was Roland? What was going ON?
John smiled as he returned; as expected, the pirates had wasted little time in taking the Cheetah. A rather stocky Stoat was pumping his cock hard into her pussy, thrusting so hard, even locked into the stocks as she was, the Cheetah's body was still swaying. Pausing for a moment to admire the Cheetah's luscious body, he waited until the Stoat was through before stepping up onto the dias, and moving towards her head. Setting down his load, he smiled and pulled up the hem of his kilt, and then kneeling, presented his cock to the Cheetah's mouth. "Suck me off nicely, Slave, and I'll feed you breakfast."
Tanj groaned; what she wanted was not the Stallion's cum, but something more substantial. Her stomach was rumbling. She'' heard of slaves that were trained to take nothing for nourishment but cum, making them almost frantic to suck someone off. Unfortunately that diet didn't meet all the daily requirements of the average furr, and those that she knew of that had been forced into that role always appeared rather sickly. However, in her current position she had little choice and obediently opened her mouth, licking around the head of his cock, even as another furr moved up behind her...
John grimaced, and tried hard to resist the urge to fuck the Cheetah's face; he knew her heart wasn't in it, at least not at the moment, but she was still a very talented furr, and one of the best at fellatio he'd ever encountered. As she brought him inexorably towards his orgasm, the Stallion caressed her ears, eyes closed, concentrating on the wonderful sensations as she varied the rough and smooth sides of her tongue, working it over his shaft in the most delightful manner...
Tanj grunted as the Stallion suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth. Opening her eyes, she watched him wrap one hand around his meat, pumping furiously, until, with a whinny, he started to cum, spraying his seed over her face and back. From behind her, the furr plowing her chuckled, and shortly thereafter, he too pulled out, to pump his load over her ass.
John panted hard as he rearranged his kilt. Sitting down on the dias, by the Cheetah's dripping head, he opened the picnic basket and lifted out a covered dish. Removing the lid, he picked up a spoonful of scrambled eggs and presented it to the Cheetah's mouth.
Tanj blinked in surprise; "Oh, so THAT'S what he meant..." Eagerly she opened her mouth, finding the scrambled eggs light and fluffy, with a hint of cheese and pepper, just the way she liked them. The sausage however, was just a touch overdone...
John smiled and put the plates and utensils back into the picknick hamper. Rising, he clopped off, without a word. Tanj watched him go, until he was out of sight, wondering how long she'd have to stay in the stocks...
Roland grunted, pressing the bar above his chest. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter it rose, until his arms were at full extension; then, slowly, he let the bar down, until it hovered a couple of centimeters above his chest. With a grunt, he muttered "Ten"... and then as his muscles bulged, he slowly started to push the bar up again. Emma frowned slightly. She'd seen furs bench press more weight, but usually they were ursoids or equines from large draft stock. The Badger showed impressive strength for his size. As the Badger counted out an even dozen the mouse growled; "OK, enough of that, you've passed this portion of the test." With a grin she chuckled; "now for something really difficult"... The shout made the Mouse turn; "Emma, you're wanted on the command deck!" With a growl the Mouse turned back to the Badger; "Meet me in the combat simulator in twenty minutes. DO NOT be late!" Rising she padded off, grumbling.
The paw on Tanj's ass sent shivers down her spine, before she realized just why... The voice confirmed her suspicions. "Hello, Captain" Roland all but purrrred; "Fancy finding you here like this. As his paw caressed her ass, Tanj chuckled softly; "Hello, Roland; how are you finding things on Jenka's Station? The Badger laughed; "Oh, I don't know. Having some trouble talking my way into a position here. Seems they just don't use powered armor like the Brethren did. Their Marines are more used for boarding ships than for dirtside operations." Tanj nodded, as best she was able; "True, but then the Brethren had an agenda. So what are you going to do?" The Badger chuckled; "Oh, I suspect I'll hang around here for a bit. Seems I'm really too broke to journey on. I'll play the game, their way, for a while, until I've got traveling money, and then I'll make a decision. But aside from that, as to what I'm going to do, I do believe I'm going to pick up where we left off in the cargo bay. I don't think you truly understand just how frightening some folks find those creatures you keep..." Tanj groaned and bit her lip, as the Badger's fingers stroked over her sex... Just as she was starting to enjoy his attentions, his paw vanished, only to crash down on her left asscheek with a loud SMACK!
Jenka frowned as she watched the Monitor. The spanking the Badger was administering to Tanj was well executed, the blows alternating with the most intimate of touches, sensual caresses applied to pussy and breasts. Emotions warred within her; in one respect, it was a most arousing spectacle. In another respect she felt angered that anyone would dare to so mistreat her property, and another aspect argued that it was her place to administer such a punishment, not his. Tearing her gaze away from the monitor, she pushed a button on her desk; "John, I think its time you changed her position. I think she's been in the stocks just a little too long."
Tanj breathed a sigh of relief as the Badger stopped at 25. As his fingers, plumbed her depths, she blushed, embarrassed for him to find how wet she'd become... Surely she couldn't actually ENJOY something like this, could she? As he teased her, the Badger leaned over, to whisper in her ear; "I do admit I'm more than a little concerned to find you here like this, though. Is everything OK between you and Jenka? That Stallion of hers told me that this is just a little game you two play..." Tanj moaned softly, his fingers driving her mad; somehow she managed to whisper; "I think it'll be OK; haven't really had a chance to talk to her yet, though..." The Badger nodded; "well, if there's a problem, let me know and I'll see to it that the situation is rectified. Whatever it takes, and I mean WHATEVER it takes!" With that, with the Cheetah teetering on the knife's edge of her release, the Badger withdrew his fingers and walked off.
John smiled as he heard the Cheetah's wail of frustration. Setting down the things he'd brought with him, he started untying the Cheetah. "Time for a break. Now don't make me put you back in your restraints; behave and we'll leave it just at the leash and a pair of cuffs..."
Roland slipped into the combat simulator staging area, looking around; he was late, but it appeared so was the Mouse. Leaning casually against the wall, he settled down to wait, an easy grin on his face. Talk about the "pause that refreshes"...
"I really don't know what his problem was" the Fox chuckled. "The keys were right here, hanging from a tab just inside the upper left corner." A moment later, Zassa heard a snick, and then another snick, and somehow she knew the rear wall of the cage was being hinged out. "Now, lets get you out of there." Even with the keys, and the vixen's conscious assistance, it still took a good fifteen minutes to unlock the rest of the restraints and get her out of the cage. Freedom didn't last long, as Chris produced a set of wrist cuffs, as if by magic, and bound the Vixen's paws behind her. Then a leash was snapped to her collar. But he didn't immediately lead her off. Instead he produced a roll of plastic, and shaking it out, brought one small portion to his lips. Zassa watched in amazement as the fox proceeded to inflate a latex blow-up doll, of the crudest sort sold in sex shops. It barely even looked like a vixen; in fact, Zassa thought with a grin, that it almost looked more like a child's inflatable pool toy. Chris proceeded to spend another dozen minutes crudely fastening the doll in place inside the cage, in a parody of the way Zassa had been restrained. Finishing up, the Fox flourished the keys in front of the Vixen and then, reaching inside the cage, hung them on a tab, inside the left rear corner. As he padded over to Zassa, to pick up the end of the leash, Zassa couldn't help wonder if the keys had been there all along, or if the Fox had just executed some slight-of-hand?
Roland crouched behind the dumpster, the riot gun in his paws. The Black Fleet's close combat simulator was fairly sophisticated. He'd already been through a simple barfight, and had then moved on to demonstrating his marksmanship in a sniper scenario. Now, he was trying to assault a building in a city, one storefront among many. The problem was that the opposition had forces in different windows along the street, flanking the target. And all he had was the riot gun. "Now, in an Imperial Marines simulator" he muttered to himself, "I'd get points off for shooting innocent civilians. But I bet that doesn't apply here." Launching himself over the top of the dumpster, he dashed for a recessed entranceway, half a level below the street. Shots rang out, and several beam weapons flickered, and he did his best to mark the windows they came from. Unfortunately the opposition had positions on both sides of the street. Ground floor and upper levels. As he panted, trying to regain his breath, Roland turned to look at the door at the bottom of the half flight of stairs. A florist's shop. And then he grinned; "I wonder how detailed this simulator is?" he mused. Grinning he turned and started to kick in the door; but then he paused. Reaching out, he tried the knob. The door was unlocked. Stepping in, he looked around. There. Stairs upwards. The door at the top was unlocked too. Moving through the building he made his way to the roof.
With her paws fastened behind her back, Tanj followed the Stallion on the end of the leash. It felt SO good to be able to move again, to relieve her cramped muscles. To her dismay, however, she was merely allowed to use the bathroom, and to drink rather messily from a public water fountain, before the Stallion was again dragging her back to the dias.
Tanj groaned softly, and shook her head from side to side. The Stallion had tied off her leash to a ring bolt, and then turned to disassembling and reassembling the stocks. Now the base of the hinged foamed plastic boards were flush with the floor, holding her ankles wide apart as she knelt. That wouldn't have been too uncomfortable, but the Stallion had added a second horizontal set of hinged boards to the top of the first, and these now held her wrists, at a level just above, and in line with her ankles, leaving her bent WAY back. When she let her head fall back, she could see behind her, admittedly with everything upside-down, however. It was the perfect position, with her mouth lined up with her throat, for someone to make her deep-throat them, and when the stallion had left, it hadn't taken long for furrs to start taking advantage of her. Once again, they were pulling out of her mouth, or for some of the more acrobatic ones (furrs that obviously practiced the Limbo), her pussy, to spray their cum over her body. She felt as if she was slowly being covered, head to toe, in dried jism. And her muscles were starting to get very sore, from the strained position...
"Hello, Luv!" Tanj opened her eyes and craned her head; the upside-down view not withstanding, she had to grin; "Hello, Reggie! I thought I'd find you here somewhere! Slasher still around too?" Paws cupping her breasts brought her head up and she grinned; Slasher was straddling her torso, his pants absent. With a grin he pushed her breasts together to envelop his hard cock. Tilting her head back down, she found Reggie slipping his pants off; "Heard you were down here, Luv, and just couldn't resist coming to say hello." Moving closer, Reggie teased the Cheetah's mouth with the head of his cock. Tanj chuckled and parted her lips, her tongue flicking out to tease in return; "Hello, boys, its good to see you again..."
Reggie sat by Tanj's head, his pants still off, as they talked. Tanj found it just a little surreal, but was glad for the company; "So you actually SAW the event?" Reggie nodded; "Yeah, we were out on the fringe, but Slasher got some good sensor logs." Tanj nodded, a strange thing, upside-down; "Good, I'd like to get a copy of 'em later. They may help in our research." Slasher traced patterns in the goo on her stomach, and muttered "Heard about that". Reggie sighed and nodded; "Not sure its healthy, Tanj. You should be able to let go..." Tanj shrugged as best she was able, a strange motion at best; "I don't believe they're dead, though. I think they're just someplace else and can't get back. Not without help, anyways. Reggie sighed again; "Not sure I agree with you, but I can't prove you wrong..." Looking up at Slasher he jerked his head to one side; "Slasher and me, we've got to get going. Things to do and all that." Bending down to kiss her, Reggie smiled; "We'll be seeing you around, Right, Luv?" Tanj smiled back; "Count on it. I'll be around." As they walked off, Reggie hopping on one foot as he tried to pull his pants up, Slasher turned, and winked and gave her a thumbs up sign.
Footsteps made Tanj turn her head; the Gray Wolf fem coming her way was dressed in leather, the very short miniskirt, and leather bra so tight it made her breasts bulge upwards were accentuated by straps, cuffs and a collar all covered in studs and spikes. Her hair was butch-short, and dyed a shocking pink, as was her tail. Her ears sported multiple earrings, and she carried a riding crop in one hand. Stopping, to grin down at the bent-backwards Cheetah, the riding crop's tip going under Tanj's chin as if to tilt her head further back, she purrred "Well what DO we have here?"
Tanj shuddered as the tip of the riding crop traced the crevice between her thighs, traveling up over her tummy, to trace the curves of her breasts; "And is the new slave any good at eating pussy?" the Wolf murmured. Tanj swallowed and nodded as best she could. The Wolf smiled, showing teeth; "We'll see about that; and if you fail to please me, Cat, I'll let you feel a taste of my crop!" To emphasize her point, the tab at the end of the riding crop tap-tapped Tanj's crotch, thumping her clitty. Tanj swallowed and as the fem hiked up her skirt, moving to straddle the Cheetah's face, she obligingly opened her mouth, her tongue reaching upwards to the Wolf's descending sex.
John crossed his arms and watched quietly from the corridor behind the Wolf, a sly smile spreading across his face. He knew this one; she might bluster, but it was all an act. Of course the Cheetah didn't know that. To the best of his knowledge, the Wolf had never struck anything with that riding crop, carrying it just for show... But just in case there was a first time, he continued to watch.
Tanj gasped for breath as the Wolf fem gyrated, pressing her sex down against her muzzle until Tanj was afraid her neck would snap. With her tongue dancing inside the Wolf's pussy, stroking furiously, she tried to bring this one off as fast as possible...
The Wolf threw her head back and howled, the sound echoing off the corridor walls. Tanj lapped furiously, her tongue alternating between assaulting her G spot and flicking across her clitty as she sought to keep the Wolf's climax rolling for as long as possible. Forgotten for the moment, the riding crop lay across the upper curves of Tanj's breasts, the Wolf's paws squeezing Tanj's tits hard as her passions ran their course. Finally the Wolf rose, straightening, standing, to grin down at the Cheetah; "That, my spotted little cunt, was marvelous." Retrieving her riding crop she teased its end up over the Cheetah's bellyfur; "and as I've always said, one good turn deserves another..."
Tanj howled as she climaxed again, her body straining against her bonds; the Wolf bitch was crouched between her knees, tongue flicking madly across her clitty as she pistoned the handle of the riding crop in and out of her dripping pussy. The leather was rough, and seemed to abrade her with each stroke, but coupled with the Wolf's tongue, it was never the less more than sufficient to power her to a series of awesome climaxes. Finally the Wolf fem relented, giving the Cheetah's mons a last kiss before rising. Moving back around into Tanj's field of view, she grinned down at the helpless Cheetah; "I can see why Jenka's so taken with you. I do hope she'll let us play with you again, sometime soon!" As she padded off, tugging her skirt back down over her hips, she chuckled; "You can keep the riding crop for now..."
Tanj sighed and wiggled her hips a little; the riding crop's handle was still buried deeply in her pussy; as it wobbled a little electric thrill ran through her from the movement within her. With a sigh she looked around. The corridor was deserted for the moment, and Tanj wondered what time it must be?
The compartment had originally been a biological warfare lab. The records had suggested that it was more defensive in nature, looking for pathogens that returning ships might be bringing back as an attempt to wipe out the Pirates. Obviously someone had more paranoia than sense, the Lynx thought. It had been shut down years ago as a budget cutting move. And since it had acquired a reputation among the superstitious pirates as a place to be avoided. It was just what he needed; it even had a water closet! Using his freshly minted identity, and authorizations he requisitioned it, and had the locks reprogrammed to take his combination, and palm print. Shutting down the terminal, he retrieved his luggage and headed out to his new laboratory.
Corey had no idea who the Fox was, but the bound vixen was obviously Zassa. Struggling to keep his face under control, to betray no hint of emotion, he strode past them, vowing to undo what had been done here...
The refrigerator was still running, and that drew the Lynx's curiosity. Opening the door he looked at the neat rows of little vials in surprise. "Anthrocillin Tetroxicide... Botulism simplex pathogen... Festes Ceti... Betelgeusean Herpes..." The inventory of deadly and not so deadly diseases was shocking. What was worse was that while there were immunizations for each one, the dates on the vials were from decades ago. Closing the refrigerator softly, the Lynx suddenly understood why no one wanted this compartment. Undoubtedly the pathogens were still quite virulent, but the antidotes had all long since expired. Shaking it off, the Lynx growled to himself; "I'm a scientist; I need not fear such things, as long as I take the proper precautions..." Still, he found himself moving to the far side of the lab, to set up shop...
Chris keyed the door, and then paused, eyes scanning the room. After a moment he nodded, and led Zassa through the door. "Home sweet home" he grinned. Turning, he looked at the Vixen; "lets see, now. What first?" Letting his eyes rove over the Vixen's nude form, he mused; "we could have sex, or I could punish you for running off like that... No, I think the first thing we need to do is to get you cleaned up." Tugging on the leash, he led the vixen into the bathroom. Pausing to shed his clothes, he stepped into a rather oversized shower/tub combination, and started the water. Turning several valves he regulated the temperature and then directed the flow to three shower heads. Grinning, he then tugged the leash, pulling the Vixen into the cascading water with him. Putting a hand behind her head, he pulled her to him, to kiss her hotly.
Zassa purrred and all but melted into his arms, her tongue dancing with his, her eyes closed. As he broke the kiss, she opened her eyes to slits. Chris had stepped back, to pick up a large bottle of liquid soap. Pouring it down the front of the Vixen, he grinned. Setting the bottle down he purrred; "Slave, you know what to do; wash me!" Zassa grinned, and with her paws still bound behind her back, she stepped forward to rub her slippery self against the Fox.
Roland ducked as the wood frame exploded into splinters. A moment later, a beam weapon sliced through where he'd been moments before, setting the wood on fire. Leaping back down the stairs he gazed upwards and grumbled; "OK, the street's out, and so's the roof." For a moment he stared blankly at one of the walls of the building and then he grinned; "good thing they don't use brick or stone construction here." Checking the number of rounds he had for his gun, he stepped backwards to the far wall, and taking a deep breath, he charged.
Chris purrred as he ran his paws over the vixen's breasts, ostensibly washing the soap out of her fur. Zassa for her part, had her head tilted back under the water, eyes closed, a delighted grin on her face. Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles under his paws. Grinning, Chris moved his paws on down her body, not wanting her to get too excited... not yet anyways.
Roland shook his head and grunted. "Drywall roulette. Sometimes you loose." Shaking it off, he looked back. So far he had broken through four walls. One more to go. And at this point they were bound to know he was coming... Well, there was only one way to bring the exercise to an end. Picking up the easy chair, he held it in front of him like a shield, and charged the remaining wall.
Zassa smiled and just relaxed, letting the tornado of hot air dry her fur. Of course Chris' paws working through her fur, coaxing the moisture out wasn't so bad either. After a while, though, the dryer stopped, and Chris' paws left her. With a sigh she turned to look at him, wondering what was next. Chris just smiled; "Something to eat, I think. I don't know about you, but Bathing always makes me hungry." Zassa watched him as he took the leash, to lead her from the bathroom; "Yeah, I'm hungry all right" she thought to herself, "and something to eat would be nice, but that's not what I'm REALLY hungry for. Not after all those caresses!"
John checked the time and decided it was close enough. Second shift would be getting out soon, and the evening's entertainment would have to be ready... Padding out from the corridor, he set down the covered dish, and started unlocking the Cheetah. He found she'd been in the strained position, bent over backwards, for so long, that he had to help her to the floor; it took her a while before she could restore circulation and sit up, a motion suddenly aborted as she realized the riding crop was still in place. After a quick glance at the Stallion, Tanj removed the offending object, and forced herself to the kneeling position. Wordlessly John pushed the covered dish at her.
Tanj ate ravenously, washing down the sandwich with a cool glass of milk; as she drank she couldn't help but think of all the OTHER white stuff she'd consumed in the course of the day. The milk should help settle her stomach, though... Again, the Stallion led her to the bathroom, allowing her to relieve herself without cleaning up. And again she was led off at the end of his leash; this time, however, they didn't return to the dias in the commons area. Instead she was led off down a different series of corridors...
The junction of corridors was similar, but the open area was a little larger. Centerpiece in this area wasn't a raised dias, but a large clear sphere on a short cylindrical pedestal. The sphere was about eight feet in diameter, and suspended in the middle was a well-formed female panther with chocolate brown fur and long dark brown hair. Her arms and legs were outstretched, her body floating in the middle of the sphere. The way her long hair floated, it was obvious that the interior of the sphere was at zero gee. Cuffs on the Panther's wrists and ankles made it obvious that a magnetic field was being used to restrain her in her spread-eagled position. Her head hung down, as if she were exhausted, asleep, or unconscious. The stallion led her around the periphery of the sphere; on one side, at the base, was a hatch, and it became obvious that the base was what could only be described as a small airlock. Unsnapping the leash, he placed cuffs similar to the ones the Pantheress was wearing around Tanj's wrists and ankles, and then wordlessly pointed to the open outer door. Tanj took a look at the tiny opening, and then looked back at the stallion; finding his face resolute, she sighed and crouched, to push her way into the tiny chamber.
Crouched within the tiny airlock, Tanj tucked her tail out of the way as the Stallion closed the door. She felt the pressure equalize, dropping slightly, indicating that the inside of the sphere was at a slightly lower pressure than its surroundings. As the inner door opened above her, she felt herself float upwards and into the sphere... The walls on the inside seemed to be mirrored; she couldn't see out. Looking upwards as she floated she examined her new roommate; the Pantheress was larger than her by about the width of one hand, and voluptuously formed, with large breasts and pert, pierced nipples. Tanj noted that she was breathing slowly; it was then that the scent hit her; the Pantheress smelled of cinnamon, and sex, with some other hard-to-define quality to her scent... But there was something about it that made her head swim... Idly Tanj wondered if they were pumping something into the sphere, some sort of aphrodisiac... that would explain the airlock in the base of the sphere. As she regarded the Chocolate Panther, the fem's eyes slowly opened to slits, showing violet irises with slit pupils...
John smiled as the Pantheress opened her eyes to stare at Tanj. Reaching down, he pressed a small switch in the base of the sphere, killing the magnetic field that held the Pantheress immobile.
Tanj eeped, as the Pantheress suddenly started to move; its difficult, in zero gee, to go anywhere when you're not in contact with a solid surface and yet the pantheress seemed to pull herself into a ball and then spring directly at her. The sphere wasn't large, and there was no place to run to, no place to hide; the Pantheress hit her softly, and the two of them hit the side of the sphere, rebounding. In an instant the Pantheress' muzzle was between Tanj's legs, licking insistently, almost desperately at her sex. As the thought "no rest for the wicked" passed through her mind, the Cheetah found herself responding in kind; as the Pantheress was bigger, it was a bit of a stretch, but somehow Tanj found a way to drag her own tongue over the larger fem's pussy...
John smirked to himself as he watched. The Pantheress had responded exactly as they'd thought, as had the Cheetah. They'd kept her in the sphere for almost six days, not letting her touch herself, although it'd only been three days since she'd climaxed. It seemed the slaves that went in to feed her, and to tend to her other bodily needs wound up having sex with her, despite instructions to the contrary. Despite the "corrections" that they were threatened with, and that they subsequently received, none of them seemed to be able to help themselves. Accordingly those tasks had been taken over by hastily reprogrammed maintenance robots. Now, it seemed, the Pantheress was intent on sex as if her very life depended on it. Turning, the Stallion strode off down the corridor, leaving the two females to each other. He had another Cheetah he had to go take care of. And there might be time for one more go, before Hinoki was due in Jenka's office...
Jenka smiled as the pair approached. Hinoki had a strange look on his face, and was waddling a little. Why he was waddling a little was obvious; the stallion's cum was coating the insides of both thighs. John was rather large, and the Jaguar had NO doubt the Cheetah's asshole was more than a little distended. Waving a paw, she gestured for Hinoki to kneel at her feet. "So, did you discover what I was talking about?" The Cheetah nodded, and winced; "Yes, Mistress. It was... Most frustrating. And not a little painful." Turning his head and grinning up at the Stallion, the Cheetah smirked; "or at least it was painful for my cock; the rest was... Heaven." John merely raised an eyebrow, his face impassive. Jenka chuckled and grinned at the Stallion. Turning to look at the Cheetah, Jenka smiled; "I'm glad you understand the situation. Now, turn yourself around, and watch the show. It will relate to your assignment."
Tanj smiled as she felt the Pantheress' body shudder, and twitch. It hadn't taken long at all to drive her to a climax. However, to Tanj's amazement, it didn't even slow her down; the rough feline tongue sliding in and out of her own sex never faltered, never even missed a beat. Tired from the day's activities, Tanj never the less found herself stroking the Pantheress again, starting the cycle all over again. She couldn't help herself. "Got to be some GOOD aphrodisiac they're pumping into this thing, if its got me goin' like this" she thought to herself.
Jenka sat at the small table, sipping a cocktail, a chained Hinoki at her feet. The show going on in the sphere had proven to be quite an attraction, and the common area had developed quite a crowd. An enterprising member of her gang was moving through the crowd selling some rather potent alcoholic beverages to those watching the show. According to John, the Pantheress and Tanj had been going at it for more than three hours, and showed no signs of stopping. Making a mental note to tell John to extract the Cheetah in a few hours, Jenka let her eyes rove over the crowd, appraising their mood, watching for furrs that didn't quite seem... right. Furrs that might be responsible, either knowingly, or unknowingly, for some of the problems she'd been having lately...
Tanj groaned into the Pantheress' muff. She was so sore, so tired, and yet, she just couldn't stop. There was something about the chocolate colored feline that kept her so aroused, so desperate for one more climax. Shuddering in response to the Pantheress' touches, kisses, and licks she slowly rubbed the pad of one finger over her pierced clitty, toying with the hematite ring...
Jenka smiled and finished her drink. The duo in the sphere had been going at it essentially non-stop since she'd gotten there, well beyond the normal endurance of most furrs. And from the look of Tanj well beyond even her endurance. The Pantheress however was still going strong. Remarkable! Tugging on Hinoki's leash, she rose. He'd probably seen enough. It was time to get down to cases.
Jenka's office was a combination of luxury and functionality, and Hinoki looked around curiously as the Jaguar led him through the door. Dropping his leash, Jenka moved around her desk, to take her chair. Grinning she gestured to one of several phallic shapes protruding from the floor; "you know what to do." Hinoki smiled as he knelt, thrusting his bottom back, driving the phallus deep into his rear. Compared to the stallion it felt small. He wondered how she kept it lubricated... Looking up he found Jenka watching him with interest. After a moment, she nodded and rose a little to hand him an old-fashioned file folder. "We took the Pantheress on a rather common raid. A cargo ship had strayed off course, and one of our raiders stumbled across it. They surrendered almost without a shot being fired. A prize crew was put on board, but the ship didn't return on schedule. A patrol was sent out to find out what had happened. Somehow the crew of the freighter had regained control, and they were trying to escape. As that sort of thing is particularly bad for business, the Freighter was recaptured. Unfortunately the crew had spaced my furrs, and we were therefor unable to find out from them what had happened. The second boarding party got a little rambunctious and treated the freighter crew as the first boarding party had been treated, throwing them too out the airlock. Once again, a prize crew was put on the ship, and once again, it didn't make it back here on schedule. However, before we could send out a second rescue party, they did manage to straggle in, and the story they told was almost unbelievable."
Jenka paused and sat on the corner of her desk. Looking down she smiled, enjoying the sight of the male kneeling before her, back straight, head bowed... She could just see the thick dong disappearing between his legs, its entry to his body hidden by his dangling balls. Wondering if the situation was making his entrapped cock try to swell and harden, she cleared her throat and continued. "I say "almost unbelievable" because of what we witnessed just this evening. You'll find records in the file of how the second prize crew found the Pantheress in suspended animation. Always up for a good fuck, they released her, only to find that something about her excited them WAY beyond what was normal. Apparently there'd been an orgy of unprecedented proportions. Finally one of the boarding party was able to crawl into his space armor. Isolated from whatever it is she puts out, he regained control of himself, and proceeded to stun his teammates, and the Pantheress. She was put back into suspended animation, and gradually the others recovered." Jenka chuckled; "however, it seems there was a significant residue of whatever it is she puts out, as there was significantly above average sexual contact among the prize crew, to the point where they were late arriving here. Very late."
Jenka sighed and regarded the slave at her feet; "it seems to me that if she could learn to control whatever it is she does, or if there's a way to control her, she would be an extremely valuable slave. The potential for seduction and subversion is incredible. But if she can't control herself, she's good only for a brothel, and brothel slaves are a dime a dozen. Teach her to control herself, train her properly, and I'll give you the key to that little lock. Fail, and you're going to be very uncomfortable for a very long time." Bending over and reaching down, Jenka unsnapped the leash from Hinoki's collar. "Any of the facilities of the station are at your disposal, but if you create a riot, by accident or otherwise, well, I'm sure we can find suitable punishments. When you're ready, see John and he'll release her into your care."
Extracting himself from the phallus, the Cheetah struggled to his feet. Flipping open the folder he found a cursory medical examination, and transcripts from the second prize crew members. Nodding, he smiled and gave Jenka an off-hand salute, and turning, padded off, to start his assignment.
Jenka watched the door close behind the Cheetah and smiled; "and with luck, my fine friend, this will keep you MUCH too busy to wonder about what's happened to Tanj." Grinning at the thought, the Jaguar rose and padded towards the door herself; "Appointments to keep, things to do, Cheetahs to tease and torment... Ah, I DO love my work!"
John smiled, watching the crowd watch the two fems. The Pantheress had moved down below the Cheetah, and was proceeding to work her fingers in and out of her snatch. It was obvious that Tanj was completely exhausted, and would have appeared asleep, if it wasn't for her rapid breathing. The stallion smiled; his own breathing wasn't as slow as it should have been either, and his kilt had a rather tell-tale bulge; the sight of the Pantheress working all four fingers into the Cheetah's distended pussy would give a dead furr a hard-on. Watching, the Stallion waited to see if the Pantheress would actually wind up fisting the Cheetah, or if she'd go no further...
Tanj HOWLED and shuddered, shaken by the most powerful climax yet, as the Pantheress' fist worked in and out of her pussy, stretching her unbelievably tight, filling her until she felt as if she would rip, thudding against her cervix, threatening to invade her womb. Every little motion, every twist of her paw sent lightning bolts ricocheting around inside her skull, until in one final blaze of glory it all proved too much, and with a soft groan, the Cheetah fainted dead away.
John chuckled and pushed the button that would increase the airflow through the sphere. Another button returned the Pantheress to her spread-eagled position in the middle of the sphere, and a third pulled the Cheetah's unconscious form down into the airlock. Enough was enough...
Roland felt something rip the chair from his paws, and dove for the floor. There were three of them in the room, and they were all armed. Bringing the riot gun up he nailed the first one without any trouble. Two rounds into the couch seemed to have at least disabled the one who'd dived behind it. And then his gun jammed. With a howl he threw it at the third, and followed it up with his own charge, fangs bared and claws ready. And suddenly the room dissolved. It was all he could do to keep himself from running headlong into a bulkhead. Panting he looked around. Emma's disembodied voice rumbled; "Very good. Glad to see you've got the... "persistance" to carry it through to the end, and the inventiveness to find a way. Now, lets test your knowledge of ship boarding... Stand up straight please." Roland sighed and straightened, doing his best to come to "attention". Slowly things reformed around him. He seemed to be wearing space armor, with a laser rifle in his paws. He was on the outside of a ship, looking at another ship a couple hundred meters away. With a sigh, he calculated his trajectory, and kicked off.
Zassa blinked and then grinned, as Chris indicated where she was to sit. The chair looked fairly normal, except for the rather large phallic shape attached to the seat. Maneuvering carefully, she squatted a little, and then as the head of the phallus spread her labia, she sat down a little harder than she intended, letting out an "ooooOOOO!" as the phallus drove home. Chris had pulled her bound paws out a little as she descended, so that her arms were over the low back of the chair. The wrist cuffs were clipped to a ring bolt on the back of the chair, and the Fox spent a moment adding ankle cuffs, and securing them to the legs of the chair. "There you go; no unauthorized excursions! Now, let me see what I can do about breakfast... Turning, he padded, still nude, towards his quarters' small kitchen.
Zassa squirmed and wriggled; she wanted the dong in her pussy to MOVE, to DO something other than just fill her Unfortunately the way she was bound she just couldn't quite get enough movement. And that was extremely frustrating.
Chris watched from the kitchen for a moment; the Vixen was getting hotter and hotter, and that was fine. But he didn't think she could get herself off; at least he hoped not. He had other plans for her. With a smile he turned back to the kitchen, looking for the eggs and butter.
Roland sighed. It would be effective but brutal. The charge had been placed not against the airlock, they'd need that later, but against the bulkhead adjacent to it. With a final look around, he pulled the fuse and retreated behind some large piece of machinery. The deck shook, but without air there was no concussion. Small fragments of metal spun by, followed by a huge exhalation of gas. The remaining compartments had been breached, and anyone inside not in a space suit would soon be dead. Painfully dead. Ducking through the hole torn in the metal, his weapon at the ready, he looked for still-living defenders.
Chris smiled and used the edge of the spoon to scrape some of the omlet from the Vixen's muzzle. It was obvious she hadn't realized how hungry she was until she'd started eating. Even her limited movements on the dong had diminished as she sought out every morsel the Fox had offered.
Roland closed his eyes and tried hard not to throw up in his helmet. "Its just a simulation. Just a simulation! You've seen worse!" The mutilated bodies of the children had not been what he'd expected, just inside the breach. Swallowing hard, he tried to forget the images and move on through the ship, searching for any defenders that might still be living.
Emma looked at the biomedical readouts and nodded; They'd lost a lot of recruits at that point. She wondered if the Badger would believe that particular segment had been purchased from a company that did simulators, and not something the Black Fleet had actually done. Shrugging, she figured it really didn't make much difference. They WERE pirates, after all...
Chris smiled and wiped the Vixen's face; "and now, I think, bed." Releasing her ankles, he padded around behind the chair, to unclip her wrists and help her to rise. Zassa moaned softly as the dong slipped from within her, leaving her with an empty feeling. Leading the Vixen into the bedroom, Chris smiled; "but I don't want you disturbing my rest, so I'm going to let you have the lower bunk." Zassa blinked, turning to look at the bed; it seemed to be a rather normal bed... She didn't see any "lower bunk"... Chris dropped the end of the leash and walked to the left side of the bed; reaching under it, he tugged, and out rolled a large rectangular shape. It seemed to be filled with foam padding, with a cut-out that resembled a spread-eagled figure. "you go in there, nice and secure." Unclipping the cuffs behind Zassa's back, he led her by the wrists to the form. Zassa sighed and first knelt and then laid down, on her stomach, arms and legs in the spaces provided. The area for her head was sculpted, almost as if it were molded for just her... And of course there was a large phallic shape to occupy her mouth. "Just to make sure you don't miss me TOO much" Chris purrred, "There's this little attachment. Zassa moaned into her new gag as something moved up from the foam pad between her thighs, to occupy that empty feeling. In fact, this phallus was larger than the one on the chair, stretching her a little wider, filling her a little deeper. And then Chris was sliding the tray back under the bed. Suddenly things got VERY dark. Zassa squirmed a little, finding that while she wasn't directly bound, she had almost no movement. Cool air washed over her face though; breathing wasn't a problem. With a sigh, she settled down to wait, in almost perfect sensory deprivation. And then the dongs started to vibrate.
The Stallion grunted, as he tried to extract the limp Cheetah's body from the tight confines of the airlock, without bending something the wrong way. As he tugged at her, his nostrils flared at the scent of cinnamon, and sex... and suddenly he found himself with a raging hard-on. Without really thinking about it, he found himself stripping his kilt off, rolling the Cheetah over onto her stomach, and moving behind her, between her legs, grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards him...
Tanj groaned, as consciousness returned; it felt as if the Pantheress were still fisting her, the last thing she remembered... but there was the sphere in front of her, the Pantheress floating, limbs outstretched as if she were trying to touch its sides... Panting as something large thrust in and out of her, she recognized the Stallion's grunting, recognized his touch as he held her like a rag-doll as he slaked his lusts with her. There was little else she could do except to hang on as he took her hard! When he finally came, it felt as if he'd been saving up cum for the last month. Tanj howled as he flooded her with his hot seed, continuing to pump into her until it trickled out from her pussy, flowing down to coat the insides of her thighs and his swaying balls.
John chuckled, and shook his head; he didn't know just exactly what was happening, but he hadn't had enough of the Cheetah yet. Reaching down, he rolled her over, her pussy providing a very interesting friction around his cock as he turned her until she was facing him. With a grin, he reached down to take her ankles; bringing them behind his back, he clipped one ankle cuff to the other. Then, reaching out to collect her wrists, he clipped the wrist cuffs together, and then ducked his head through the circle formed by her arms. Releasing her, he arched his back a little, pulling her lithe body tight to his. Rising to his feet he grinned down at her; she was fastened to him, like a backpack worn on his front, his thick cock still buried in her tight snatch. "We're overdue at Mistress Jenka's; I think we'd best jog there, lest she get mad at our tardiness." Tanj groaned as the Stallion took off at a trot, his hooves clattering against the deck, her body bouncing up and down with each step, his thick tool driving deep into her pussy with each bounce...
By the time they'd arrived at the residential section that held Jenka's suite, Tanj had climaxed three more times, her head spinning so bad that she couldn't see straight. The Stallion wasn't quite done with her yet, and leaning her up against the wall, aside Jenka's doorway, he thrust his hips upwards against her until with a whinny he came again. With her back still against the wall, he reached behind himself, to unclip her ankle cuffs; then, taking her wrists he lifted her up, and off his still-hard cock. With Tanj teetering, kept from collapsing to the deck only by the stallion's strong arm, John pressed the touchpad beside Jenka's door.
Jenka's eyes widened, and then she smiled as the nude and still rampant stallion half carried Tanj into her quarters. The Cheetah's sex was still gaping, with the Stallion's cum dribbling down along her thighs. Shaking her head, Jenka chuckled; "Ah, I should have foreseen that would happen. Go put her under the shower and wash her down thoroughly; wash yourself down as well. Quickly now!
Tanj found the warm water, and the sensation of the Stallion stroking her body, working the soap into her fur, to be very relaxing... The shower was a blur, and somewhere around the time the Stallion was rubbing her down with a warm, fluffy towel, she succumbed to her exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.
Tanj opened one eye drowsily. She was in a warm, and comfortable bed, with soft linens. A plug gag filled her mouth, but it wasn't so large as to be uncomfortable. A collar encircled her neck, and somehow she knew a chain led from that, to the headboard. Her arms were cuffed behind her, and it felt like her ankles were likewise secured. Somehow she was too tired to try and move them to confirm her suspicion. Next to her, Jenka slept soundly. Closing her eye, the Cheetah smiled, and snuggled a little closer.
Roland rubbed the towel over his head, unconcerned about his nudity, and looked at the Mouse; "Understand, stud, you're not the best we've ever had pass through this test. Not by a long shot. But you have done fairly well. Well enough I want you to go back in and take another set of trials. Now." Roland raised an eyebrow; "if I did good enough, why do it again?" Emma grinned; "To qualify as a team leader. I know its late, but you and I both know that sometimes you have to run 'round the clock. Show me what you can do, while running shy of sleep." Roland sighed and nodded; tossing the towel at the Mouse he just grunted "Right."
Chris smiled and rolled over; he could just about feel the waves of sexual frustration flowing from the Vixen beneath him. With a sigh, he reached up to the headboard, and pushed a concealed button. The Vixen deserved her rest; she'd had a hard time, and he didn't want to push her too far. If nothing else, there was Tanj's reaction to consider. She'd want to look out for her friend and crewmate, and he really didn't want her mad at him. The vibrations would slowly diminish, as a little something to help the Vixen sleep was added to the air flow. The combination should give her pleasant dreams, though. VERY pleasant dreams.
Taking a break from his investigations, Corey broke into the personnel records again. Could they tell him where Zassa was? Where Tanj was? Perhaps that Smith fellow was listed there. As he ran search after search, they all came up negative. Until he tried that Roland fellow. There he was, listed with the Black Fleet's Marines! "I KNEW there had to be deception!" the Lynx muttered to himself. "HE must have given us over to the Pirates!" Growling, the Lynx turned back to his calculations, more determined than ever to find a way to free them all.
Corey sighed and shut down the terminal. His original concept of using some sort of anesthetic to knock out the pirates just wouldn't work. Too many work parties in vacuum suits working on ships. Too many arriving ships. Too many pockets in the space station where the anesthetic just wouldn't travel to fast enough. There was no way to assure that he'd knock out everyone fast enough. No, there'd have to be another way. The goal was to incapacitate, but not kill, everyone on the station, with some sort of shield for himself. He could then liberate Tanj, and her crew, get them aboard her ship, and make a break for freedom. They'd need something that wouldn't interfere with the operation of Tanj's ship, and something that would give them enough time to get far enough away that pursuit would not be a concern. Scratching his head, the Lynx tried to look at the situation from a different angle.
The Lynx smiled. The leach missile had been standard equipment for a long time, interrupting the electrical systems on a ship, temporarily incapacitating it. Likewise, stunners had been known for some time, interfering with nervous impulses from the brain, also an electrical process, at least in part. Having a wild thought, the Lynx opened a spreadsheet. Could there be a device, one device, that could affect both furrs and equipment? Could he shut down all the power on the station, except for the backup life support, AND knock out all the furrs, all at the same time? Could he overcome any shielding, and affect them all? And could he do it without killing anyone? It was an intriguing problem...
"Are you going to sleep all day?" Tanj forced one eye open, to behold a smiling Jenka, still nude, but with her fur brushed and her hair combed. Tanj mumbled "just another three hours" into her gag, but Jenka didn't seem to understand. Tugging insistently on the chain attached to her collar, Tanj groaned again and inchwormed her way to the side of the bed.
Kneeling by the side of Jenka's breakfast table, Tanj watched as John served her. At the smell of the food, her stomach rumbled most noisily. "Is my pet hungry?" Jenka smiled; it was a purely rhetorical question, and obviously no answer was required. Still, Jenka bent over to reach behind Tanj to unlock her gag. Tanj worked her jaw for a moment, moving sore muscles, as Jenka loaded a fork with blueberry pancakes... However, as Jenka brought the fork towards her mouth, Tanj turned her head away. The surprise on the Jaguar's face only deepend as Tanj sighed; "Safeword."
The fork clattered to the floor, as Jenka's eyebrows tried to crawl into her hairline, her eyes as wide as the saucer under her coffee cup; "WHAT?" Tanj sighed again; "I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't. I just Can't. Not now. There's just too much to DO!"
Jenka slid off of her chair, to kneel by the Cheetah; resting her paws on Tanj's thighs she looked the Cheetah square in the eye; "Love, there is NOTHING to do; they're gone. HE'S gone!" Tanj looked back, her eyes sorrowful; "They're gone, and I admit that, but I don't believe they're dead. Talk to Professor Corey. He'll tell you that there's a good chance that they're just... elsewhere. Talk to the Imperials. They'll admit the possibility. THEN ask them about their research into it. DON'T believe me; check into it yourself. I think you'll find that I'm not necessarily crazy, or even deluded..."
Jenka sat back on her haunches and just looked at the Cheetah for a long moment. "It's the imprinting, isn't it? That trick the Academy pulls with its graduates, to make them loyal to their new masters..." Tanj sighed and shrugged, looking away; "I... how would I know? If that's it, well, I'd scarcely be an objective observer, would I? But I don't think that's it. At least not all of it. I've simply been through too much with all of them. Too much of my life, too much of ME was wrapped up in all of that. I just can't... "abandon" them. Not while there's the slightest hope. They may need help getting back from wherever they wound up, and I just couldn't live with myself if I didn't do what I could to help them "come home"..." Jenka sighed and shook her head; "So what are you going to do, then? What are your plans?"
Tanj closed her eyes, reviewing her mental checklist. "The first step is to get Corey to his University, so he can start his new job there. It'll be the perfect cover for the required research. By the way, where IS he?" Jenka just looked blank and shrugged. Tanj sighed; "The next step will be to get him whatever resources he needs to conduct the research. I've got some money, but I doubt it'll be enough." Jenka nodded; "And for that you'll need to either make, or steal more." Tanj grinned; "Yeah; happen to know where I might find a Pirate band that knows how to knock over a convoy? I thought I'd continue on with the intelligence work I'd been doing for you." Tanj thought to herself "That too will be a good cover for what I'm REALLY doing"... "If I do my job well, we'll all prosper, and I'll have the resources to fund the research." Jenka nodded slowly; "true..." The Cheetah went on; "For that, I'll need to rebuild the network of informers and agents I had for the Brethren. That should be do-able. Of late, I've made some interesting new contacts... And that leads to some other problems..."
Jenka looked at the Cheetah; "as if you didn't have enough...?" Tanj chuckled; "The Imperials are watching me; they want to make sure that if I find a route to wherever they went, that they get the technology, and probably the hardware and the portal as well. They seem to find the concept of making an entire planet vanish somewhat threatening." Jenka blinked and muttered "I wonder why..." Tanj went on as if she hadn't heard; "So I'm afraid they'll be making their presence known from time to time. I don't think that'll be too hard to finesse, if we're... If I'M careful." At this, Jenka just shot Tanj a funny look, one the Cheetah either didn't interpret correctly, missed completely, or chose to ignore. "Finally there are the "long shots". I want to go talk to the Brou, see if they know anything. I want to contact anyone doing any exploration to see if something's been observed on the rim..."
Jenka sighed, reaching out to touch the Cheetah; "and what of us? Is it to be a purely business relationship?" Tell me you didn't enjoy the past couple of days." Tanj smiled and leaned forward to kiss the Jaguar; "Of course its not going to be just business; you know you'll always be my Mistress. And in a way, I did enjoy the... has it really been a couple of days? It would have been so nice to have just let go, and just BE... I wish I could stay that way, just live for the moment, for the simple pleasures, but my conscience wouldn't let me enjoy that. I'm afraid that we're just going to have to play when we can, and work when we have to."
Jenka leaned back and sighed, looking at Tanj; "I can see I'm going to have to keep you from getting obsessive about your "work." Tell you what, I'll see to it that you get four hours a day to pursue "outside interests." The rest of the time you're MINE!" Tanj's eyes widened and then her face hardened; "Four hours a day won't let me do the job you NEED me to do, to keep the Black Fleet running, well, "in the black", let alone allow me to do the things necessary to try and find the Lion. And you know it!" Slowly a sly grin spread over her face; "Four hours a day as your Pet is more like it!" Jenka Humphed and climbed back onto her chair. Stabbing hard at the now-cold pancakes she turned to glare at the Cheetah with mock-ferociousness; "I think my pet is in no position to tell Mistress what to do, or to dictate conditions! Defy me and I'll make you fetch that feather you hate to be tickled with so much!" As Tanj opened her mouth to respond, Jenka jabbed with the fork, almost spearing the Cheetah's tongue. As Tanj sputtered around a mouthful of cold blueberry pancakes, Jenka stabbed again at the plate; "I'll tell you what will be done. Each evening you will petition me for the time necessary for the tasks you consider essential. IF I agree, you'll get the time to do them, but you'll have to convince me that its essential! If there are any disputes, well, I MAY let you earn extra time, by completing certain "tasks" or "assignments" for me..." Jenka grinned wickedly as she looked down at Tanj; the Cheetah sighed and licked at some of the syrup dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Finally she shrugged, and then grinned impishly up at the Jaguar; "As Mistress commands..."
Tanj chewed while Jenka talked; "I STILL think you need more of a rest; you have to be awfully stressed out by the recent events. And I strongly suspect you still don't have your head together from it all... BUT I suppose you have a point; there are things to do, and I can't devote ALL my time to playing with you, no matter how much I might want to. SO, after the staff meeting, while I'm talking to the accounting folks, you'll have an hour or so to talk to the furrs you need to, and to prepare your request for tomorrow's time." Grinning down at the Cheetah, Jenka tilted her head to one side; "Now, I want you to go select something for me to wear today; it should be appropriate for the meetings scheduled, but still sexy." As the Cheetah rose to do Jenka's bidding, the Jaguar growled; "And don't you DARE get pancake syrup on any of my outfits!" Tanj paused, turned, raised and eyebrow and behind her back, lifted her bound paws just a bit. Jenka grinned; "No, they stay that way; be inventive!" Tanj rolled her eyes and trotted off to the closet.
Roland waved to the second fireteam. They'd walked into a crossfire, and there was only one way out of it. Sometimes when ambushed you HAD to just charge the guns. It was going to be rough on his troops, but the rest of the force was depending on them. Seeing the fireteam falter, Roland growled and rose from behind his cover, his weapon spitting blue fire, as did what a leader was supposed to. Lead.
Emma watched the monitors and nodded. Sometimes you couldn't be too conservative with your own troops. And those that held to life too dearly seldom made the best warriors. This Badger had what it took, she thought. As the remnants of Roland's team made it to their objective, she called up the next scenario.
Chris yawned and stretched. Rolling over to look at the chrono, he nodded. Probably time to release the Vixen. Sliding out of bed he tugged at the handle to the tray and smoothly slid it out from under the bed.
Zassa blinked at the sudden light. She'd been having the most wonderful dream, the kind of dream that left her pussy dripping, the kind of dream that demanded satisfaction. As Chris did whatever he did to withdraw the dong in her pussy, she arched herself, sliding the other dong from her muzzle. Stiffly she pulled herself into a crouch.
Chris watched the Vixen, his nose registering the scent of her arousal; "is my slave horny...? Before he could even finish the sentence, Zassa had leapt, pouncing, driving him back, to the floor. As her body pinned him to the floor, Chris chuckled; "I guess so..."
Roland sighed and slumped into the chair. Emma looked up from the monitor; "Good enough, I guess. You'll take over Rokko's maniple. Two fireteams." Roland nodded; "Any pay increase with that?" Emma smiled; "a small one, and a slightly larger cut of the take." Roland rose and nodded; "Great. I'll meet the troops tomorrow. Right now I've got a shower, and something else I've GOT to do." Emma nodded; "Oh Eight Hundred tomorrow. Right after PT."
The doll had lost some air, but was still obviously Vixen shaped. Roland looked at the cage and sighed. Now Zassa was going to be as mad at him as she was at Chris. But it wasn't his fault! With a sigh he turned and headed back to his quarters. He'd have to see if he could find her after he'd gotten some sleep. He was plumb wore out!
Tanj grinned wickedly as she tossed her head, the black leather jumpsuit flopping onto Jenka's bed in much more disarray than she'd hoped. Leaning over, her paws still tied behind her back, her tail straight out for balance, she used lips and teeth to straighten them. It would be interesting to see what Jenka thought of the outfit... With a smile on her face, she turned to go back for the heavy black belt, with the big silver roller buckle...
Jenka sighed as she looked at the outfit the Cheetah had laid out for her. It was... pushing the limits just a little. But it wasn't quite far enough for her to either reject it, or to punish Tanj for impudence. Not quite. Shaking her head, the Jaguar sighed; "I guess I'm going to have to free your hands, so you can help me into this, aren't I?"
The second Tanj's paws were free, she turned and pounced. Jenka SHOULD have been ready for it, but if she was feigning surprise, then she was a magnificent actress! As they went over onto the bed, Tanj moved quickly, her arms going around Jenka's thighs, her muzzle pressed hard against the Jaguar's sex, forcing Jenka's body down hard into the bedcovers. "What do you think you're... OH!... Doing you impudent, disobedient, un... AH! Ungratef... OH! YESSSS! Ah... Oh, hell, we're going to be late!" Tanj just giggled, her voice muffled by the confines of the Jaguar's sweet sex, and the slurping noises of her tongue as she used all of her skill on her "Mistress"...
Tanj tugged hard at the leather, pulling the outfit up and over Jenka's shoulders. It was a tight fit, skintight, with the Jaguar's nipples showing clearly. From the tips of her feet to the tips of her fingers, Jenka was encased in tight black leather, with a myriad of straps and buckles accentuating her form. The thick black belt with the heavy chromed buckle was loose about her hips, a glaring contrast to how tight everything else was. Here and there, zippers traversed the outfit. One pair ran from the tips of her toes up over her hips, widening when they passed just outside of her breasts, to terminate at the outfit's collar. Two quick tugs and she'd be uncovered all down her front, suggesting a readiness for instant sex. Other zippers encircled breasts and crotch, permitting just choice bits to be revealed. Tanj thought Jenka looked powerful, and very erotic in it... Jenka smoothed some of the wrinkles from one arm, as she studied herself in the mirror, and then, turning, moved to clip a leash to Tanj's collar; at the last second she paused. "No, this deserves something a little more... Stringent." Turning she padded to a dresser, to retrieve an additional chain. Grinning at Tanj, she threaded one end of the chain through the D ring at the front of the Cheetah's collar, pulling it through until a big chrome ring