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: Hostile Takeover
By Kittiara
Stardate 2403.7
Kath waited patiently until Wanda's breathing was smooth and even. It was difficult to stay awake, after the day they'd had, but she'd been learning more discipline than Imperial Intelligence had ever taught her. And her "tradecraft" skills had been honed to a much finer edge than she'd ever thought possible.
The lock pick was hidden in the frame of Wanda's bed. Even though her paws were bound behind her, she was still able to pick the mechanical lock in a matter of seconds. Moving carefully so the chain didn't rattle, she slipped from her place by the bed.
The door to their cabin was another matter; still, she'd managed to work out a system for that as well. The lights in the corridor outside would flicker occasionally. For some reason, maintenance had never managed to solve that, no matter how many times they changed the elements. This was probably due to the subroutine Kath had very covertly inserted into the software that controlled lighting in the Black Fleet's base. Picking up the remote from where she'd hidden it, the Mink pressed the button. This cut power to the door, opened all the locks and also caused the light in the corridor outside to go out. Pushing the door open, she slipped through, confident that Wanda wouldn't be awakened by a sudden bright light. Pushing the button again brought the door locks back on line, and the corridor lighting up to full. Smiling, she made her way down the corridor, oblivious to her nudity.
There were a number of different places she could use to fill her needs; she had "back door" programs installed in about a half dozen computers on the station. Tonight she'd use the one in accounting. Slipping through the door, she sat down in a cubicle well shielded from any late night or off-shift furrs that might come by, and booted up the terminal. Moments later she was hacking into Wanda's e-mail.
There was the usual junk mail, and Medical Department notices. It seemed that as computer systems became more and more sophisticated, the furrs who originated junk mail always seemed to keep one step ahead of the furrs that designed the filters. Wading through reams of breast enlargement, penile enlargement, weight loss, and home refinance junk, Kath sought what she was looking for. For a while she began to despair. It should be in by now, and the delay, she thought, was a harbinger of bad news.
Finally she found it, in the second to the last message in the in-box. Phoenix Subspace University. With trembling paws, she opened the message.
It took all her considerable self-control not to scream. In fact, she actually plastered one paw over her mouth to make sure she kept herself silent. After reading the message a second and then a third time, she forwarded the message to selected furrs, deleted the message, and then backed out of the e-mail program, making sure to erase any trace of her presence.
In one respect, she really didn't want to do it. It would only make things worse for her. And yet, it was inevitable. It had to be done. Just before slipping from accounting, the Mink found a communicator and dialed a number. A sleepy voice answered from the commconsole, the display blanked; "Whazzat? Whazwrong?" Kath sighed; "Its me. Its in. Looks like her days, and her nights are going to get longer. Much longer." The voice on the other end was now awake; "you deleted the message?" "Yes, Master." "Untraceable?" "Yes, Master, it should be. But we'll have to move fast. She'll get impatient soon, and check on her own. I can't block all her correspondence." "Understood. I'll make all the preparations here. Lets shoot for...1800 hours tomorrow." Kath nodded, and broke the connection. Then she erased the message from the phone logs.
Wanda's breathing paused for a moment when the lock clicked shut again. Then she rolled over and resumed snoring lightly. Kath smiled, and settled in to get what sleep she could, in what remained of the night.
Jenka listened to the caller, and nodded; "No, actually, I'm not going to tell her right now. For one thing, she's a little tied up, and for another thing, well..." The Jaguar grinned; "You know her; she can't keep a secret. Not one like this anyways." Breaking the connection Jenka turned to look at the bound Cheetah fem. Tanj was suspended from the ceiling of her quarters, legs widespread, cuffed wrists chained to the floor. A rather large vibrator was inserted in her pussy, and as the Jaguar watched, Tanj moved it up and down, exercising her "inner hand". The Cheetah's head was tightly encased in a leather discipline helmet and Jenka was certain she'd heard nothing of the comm call. "Plenty of time to tell her later" Jenka purred to herself, as she picked up her favorite feather.
Hinoki frowned at the e-mail; "Hmmmm. Yes, this will call for some very careful planning." Sashi wandered over; "What's that, Master?" The Cheetah looked up and smiled; "The end of Wanda's life. At least as she's known it."
Zassa grinnned as she read the e-mail; "Well, its about TIME!"
Dynotaku chuckled; "Got to think of something GOOD for this one... Lessee, who can I call?"
Wanda sighed and looked at the bedpan. It was bright, shiny, and clean. The Elephant in 2B had somehow managed to miss the bedpan completely. And it was an Elephant sized bedpan too. She was tempted to whang it over his skull. With a sigh she went looking for a fresh set of sheets... and an orderly, no, make that orderlies, to help her move him while they changed the bed...
Dr. Sangfreid looked at the disheveled Wolverine lass. One of her patients, it would appear, was suffering from Denarian Flu, complete with the projectile diarrhea. She was a mess. Casting an eye at the clock, he grinned. He was just waiting for her to make her break for freedom. Sure enough as she logged out on the computer and rose to head for the door, he growled; "And where do you think YOU'RE going?"
Wanda turned, to stare at the Ringtail. Sometimes Doctors could be SUCH a pain. Biting back on what she'd fully intended to say, she pointed to the clock; "Doc, my shift's over. Hatherty has relieved me. She's charge nurse; if you need anything, you should see her." Again she turned towards the door.
"Bullshit. Your shift just started. You ain't going NOWHERE. If you don't believe me, CHECK THE SCHEDULE!"
Wanda turned to scowl at the Ringtail. The emergency room had suddenly gotten very quiet. It was as if the entire staff, and all the patients were waiting for the explosion they knew was coming. Wanda marched back to the Nurse's station, wondering why the doctor was being such an ass, called up the schedule and with a flourish pointed; "See? There. I'M OFF DUTY!"
The Ringtail was trying to scowl, but it wasn't quite working. "Wrong schedule." Reaching out, he flipped a couple of pages. Then HE pointed; "There. RIGHT THERE. Your shift JUST STARTED!"
Wanda's jaw dropped. There was her name, all right, and it showed her shift starting... now. Worse, it showed a 24 hour shift! Blinking she checked the tab on the page...
The WHOOP could be heard three decks away.
Sangfreid managed to grunt out; "Yes... yes, congratulations. Now PLEASE put me down. Oh, and please have someone warm up the x-ray; I think you just broke my back..."
Suddenly the ER was full of furrs. Magically, streamers appeared in the air, and a banner reading "CONGRADULATIONS DR.WANDA" was unfurled.
Tanj watched from the doorway. She wasn't about to move into that crazy mass of furrs. Not yet. Let Wanda's friends in Medical finish their congratulations. As she watched, she reflected on all of Wanda's efforts. Putting up with the rather flaky connections to the Subspace-radio University. All the problems with their less than stellar accreditation. All the flak over her work experience in the medical section of, of all things, a Pirate organization. And everything else it had taken to get her to the point of her exams. The communications section had gone to great lengths to make sure that they had the required secure and encrypted connection, and that all their patchwork gear held together for the requisite exam period. And of course that no one back-traced the signal. Personnel had gone to great lengths to provide witnesses with the proper credentials, and operations had even kidnapped a specialist for the sole purpose of filling out that august roster. And now she'd passed. She'd passed all the exams, met all the criteria, cleared every hurdle. Except one. Her "Internship."
Kath yelped as the Wolverine lass grabbed her tail, jerking her so hard she almost dropped the bedpan full of canapes. "YOU! This MUST have been all YOUR doing!" Kath turned and knelt gracefully, the bedpan balanced between her paws. Her eyes were downcast, but she couldn't keep the smile from her face. "Yes, Mistress... Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do." Behind her, somewhere in the crowd, Zassa laughed. Wanda, however, just harrumphed; "Well, don't think you're going to escape unscathed. Remember, no good deed goes unpunished!"
Kath's "rescue" came from an unexpected quarter. There was yelling at the edge of the crowd, and slowly the sea of furrs parted, to reveal a gurney, with a sheet-covered body, being pushed by a couple of furrs in maintenance coveralls. "Makeway! Gotta emergency here!" Sangfreid just pointed to Wanda; "She's the doctor on duty." Wanda's mouth opened and closed, but then her face hardened and she nodded. Stepping up to the gurney she flicked back the sheet.
Dynotaku lay sprawled there, completely naked, and with a massive hard-on. "Oh, HELP me, Doctor, I'm in a BAAAAAAAD way!" All around her, the crowd dissolved in laughter. Wanda smiled, perhaps a little coolly, and nodded; "Yes, looks like some serious swelling there all right." Reaching down, she took hold of the Stallion's shaft with one paw and squeezed. "Does it hurt when I do this?" Dynotaku let out a noise somewhere between a strangled grunt and a moan of pleasure. "how about this? This? How about here?" Between each utterance, the Stallion's voice wavered, and changed in pitch and volume. Wanda looked up at Sangfreid, winked and then turned to Hatherty, the charge nurse; "If we move fast, we may be able to save the, ah, appendage. I want ER-3 set up as follows...
Dynotaku blinked and squirmed a little; this just set him to rocking... things had happened SO fast... where had he lost control? One minute he was flat on his back in the gurney, with her paw around his turgid shaft, and then... Then he was wrapped in gauze, like a poor furr's mummy, suspended upside-down from some sort of traction frame, with IV's sticking in him at various different places. One of the bottles was labled "Vy-agra", filled with a light blue fluid, and was about quart sized. And his cock was harder than ever. Throbbing. Worse, the curtains surrounding the emergency room cubicle hadn't been drawn, and he was in full view of everyone. And that was embarrasing. Kinda. Of course, it seemed as if every fem in the room had made her way by, to fondle him, stroke him, and tease him. Some had been by three or four times. Or more. Gauze covered one eye, but the other was able to track that flame-hued vixen as she approached. Naked as the day she was born, except for a collar, she turned and looked at a brown fox, and lightly inquired; "Master, May I?" At his nod, she dropped to all fours, to crawl under the suspended Stallion, to take off where Wanda had left off, stroking his shaft with both paws... And then she added her tongue, for good measure.
Tanj chuckled; "That was a nasty thing to do." Wanda just laughed; "Yes, it was. But on the other hand, I think he got what he deserved, don't you?" The Cheetah chuckled; "That wasn't what I was talking about and you know it." The Wolverine lass nodded, grinned and shrugged; "I know, but I stand by my statement. And... At least I'll know where to find him later." Tanj just laughed.
They both turned as a furr hurried up; "Wa... Um, Dr. Xylex, we have a problem. A real problem. Simmons seems to have lost a fight with a robot lathe, and I think you're gonna have to stitch her back together..." Wanda winced and nodded; "ER-6. And PLEASE don't call me Dr. Xylex; it sounds like a character from a bad Science Fiction novel." Tanj chuckled as the Wolverine lass hurried off. She almost seemed relieved to be out of the spotlight, to be doing something useful...
The Raid: Planning
Tanj stood before the Leadership Council of the Black Fleet, laser pointer in hand, and wondered why these supposed scions of the pirate clan couldn't pay attention any better. Surely she hadn't exceeded their attention span already? Growling softly, she waited for the current argument between logistics and purchasing to run its course, from the item that had sparked the argument, to other related problems, to personal insults, to depredations on their ancestry, to blows, to medical evacuation. Maybe she'd be able to command more respect, if Jenka would let her wear a little more. Was it that hard to look beyond the naked and bound sex slave, and see the Director of Intelligence, that had given them so many choice and profitable targets? What could she do to get the meeting back on track?
Jenka smiled to herself, watching the Cheetah fume. She could almost read her mind. Ah, well, it was time, after all, to resume the meeting. Arguments like this seemed to be a better break for this group of pirates than adjourning the meeting for ten minutes. But the "break" was stretching out too long, and it was time she reasserted control.
Bragg turned his head calmly, and smiled at the Jaguar. Jenka stood at the head of the table, a rather large blaster held in both paws, its maw smoking slightly. At the far end of the conference room, a half-meter diameter spot glowed yellow-white. The walls of the conference room were hull metal, to protect the leadership council from everything from assassination attempts, to damage taken in combat, and this fact allowed Jenka her little "Demonstrations." As the air conditioning struggled to reduce the sudden increase in room temperature, Purchasing glanced at the Jaguar, and slowly released Logistics' collar, letting the Stoat slide back into his chair. Jenka looked from face to face, and then nodded; "All right. We'll settle that little discussion off-line. Now, as this is a particularly complex operation, I would appreciate it if you would return your attention to Tanj."
Someone in the back of the room chortled; "Shouldn't be THAT hard; she's better looking than either Purchasing OR Logistics!
Tanj forced a smile; "As I was saying, in six short days, there will be a convoy between Assegai and H'rak. If you know anything about them, you know that the Church of the Covenant controls Assegai, and the NeoFascists control H'rak. Both are military dictatorships. Both are ruthless, paranoid, and heavily armed. We can expect the convoy escort to be nothing short of a battle fleet."
Finance raised his hand; "If the convoy is that heavily guarded, then why bother? Surely if their warships are there, they, ah, can't be elsewhere. Something is probably being left undefended." Tanj smiled at the Badger and nodded; "That's true. But you have to consider the prize. The heavy escort is there because there's something worth stealing." Around the table, some heads nodded in agreement. "And in this case, Assegai is trading their rather coveted nanotechnology, to H'rak for certain rare minerals, along with a considerable amount of state-of-the-art artificial intelligence systems. It's a good trade for both parties."
Jenka nodded; "I take it the convoy goes one way, delivers the goods, and then loads the payment for the return trip." Tanj nodded; "It would be great if we could assault the port city, and get both shipments, but that's just not practical. It might not be practical for the Imperial fleet. So we get our choice. Nanotechnology, or valuable minerals and AI systems. Personally, I vote for the Nanites. The Church of the Covenant will be expecting a double-cross, anticipating the Neofascists will try and steal their own payment back from them, or welch on the deal once the cargo is delivered. It might be easier to hit the first convoy. And the AI systems might be useless until a certain code word was given. The nanites should be much more marketable." Again, around the table, heads nodded.
Tanj nodded; "OK, here's the plan we've come up with. It plays heavily on the personalities of the known officers in the two escorts." Looking up, she fixed Bullard with her best glare; "Bullard's Bastards will be the first decoy. His raiders will approach the convoy from their forward quarter, angling to intercept. There's no doubt that his group will be seen. Now the leader of the H'rak contingent is a noted hothead, so, with a few well-placed insults, we believe we can get him to break formation and go charging off after Bullard and Co. Bullard of course will retreat, taunting him all the way." The Minotaur stared back, his face neutral; finally he just nodded; "As long as we get an equal share in the booty, no problem." Tanj turned and looked at Sleigth. The Monitor Lizard's return stare was every bit as controlled as Bullard's had been; "We'll pull all of our cloaked ships together under Sleigth. They'll remain, powered down as far as possible, in the path of the convoy. With the lead escorts off chasing Bullard, they should be able to take up a position inside the convoy, where any chance of detecting their signature would be slight, if not impossible." Turning she looked at Bragg; "And finally, a second group of raiders, under Bragg, will attack the convoy from astern. Its not certain if he'll be able to draw off the defenders, but caught between Bragg and Sleigth, we should be able to defeat them in detail. Then, if the H'rak forces return to defend the convoy, they'll be caught between Sleigth and Bullard, with Bragg to act as reinforcements, if necessary. And we destroy them too."
The Cheetah swept the room with an even stare; "And that's just what we need to do. Defeat the convoy escort in detail. Once the escort is gone, we'll be able to take each and every merchantman as a prize. We'll take the whole enchilada."
"Its too complex. It depends on too many assumptions. It'll never work." Tanj turned to look at Bragg; "you have a better idea?" The Rabbit nodded; "Yeah, just the old "Smash and Grab." The systems concerned may have large, well-equipped militaries, but they're comparatively inexperienced. Neither system's fought a war in years. They're GREEN! We mass our ships, break through the escorts, seize the prime ships, and blow." Tanj shrugged; "That might work, if all you're after is just a little booty. But we're talking about a planet's ransom here." Bragg nodded; "And that's another thing. You expect Assegai and H'rak to just sit back and let us get away with it? As you point out it's a large prize; they're likely to want to try and take it back."
Jenka chuckled; "That's why we're here in the Brenoble Nebula. They could search here for years, and never find us." The Jaguar smiled and examined the claws of her left paw; "And if they did, well, we're not exactly defenseless."
The room proceeded to erupt in a half dozen different discussions and not a few vociferous arguments. Tanj took her place, kneeling by Jenka's feet. She'd presented her information, and the best plan Intelligence could come up with. Now, it was up to the Council to decide what to do...
Jenka listened to the arguments go 'round once more, and decided she'd had enough. Growling, she rose to her feet; "I haven't heard a viable alternative to the plan. We need a decision on one thing and one thing only. Do we want to try and take the whole convoy?" Fixing the head of operations with a glare, she raised an eyebrow; "MacArthur? What do you say?" The old Tiger grinned; "If we pull this off, I'll be able to afford to retire to that tropical planet. Hell, I might be able to BUY that tropical planet. I say go for it." Jenka nodded and turned to the head of Finance; "Forbes?" The Badger pushed his glasses back up on his nose and nodded; "Yeah. We could use the money. Go." Jenka turned and looked at Logistics; "Phipps?" The stoat glared at Purchasing, and then nodded to Jenka; "Yeah. Go for it." Jenka nodded; "And I already know how Intelligence votes. Between us, we've got enough shares to override any objections. We do it, and we do it according to the plan. End of discussion!"
Tanj followed Jenka back to her quarters, at the end of her leash. As they walked she wondered if Jenka should have forced the issue like that. Some of the Council hadn't looked too happy...
"Ah, there you are, Thomas. How did the meeting go?"
"Hello, Bradford. It was... Interesting. Our boy showed his usual form."
The Otter nodded; "That's good. Did he receive any encouragement?"
"Yes, there were several of the operations furrs that agreed openly with him. I suspect there were others that agreed, or tended to agree, that just stayed quiet, watching how things developed."
"So tell me" the Otter whispered; "Is this as big as I've heard?"
Thomas nodded; "Bigger, if anything. This one would definitely make the evening news all across the empire. If they can pull it off, their resources would be... Considerable."
Bradford nodded; "Then we can't let it happen, of course."
Thomas chuckled; "Oh, I doubt we could effectively derail it... but we might be able to, ah, warp it to our own advantage. And I do believe Bragg is the key. Now here's just what I think we need to do..."
"Ah, good evening, Captain Bragg! How was the planning session?"
"Hello, Bradford. It... well... It went. I suppose you could liken it to choreography. We're going to be waltzing quite a dance, according to the plan."
The Otter tilted his head to one side; "Sounds like you're not much in favor of it, Capt'n..."
Bragg sighed; "Well... I think its overly complex." The Rabbit grinned; "You know how difficult it is to get this bunch to pull together sometimes. I think its needlessly beyond our capabilities, and therefor rather risky."
The Otter nodded his head solemnly; "This group we've got running the Black Fleet these days... Strange they are. Sometimes they're so conservative, you'd think they were a bunch of old ladies. And then, then they do something so wild as to be stupid. Loosin' it, I think they are."
The Rabbit shrugged; "Oh, they're not so bad, some of 'em anyways. But..." The Rabbit looked around conspiratorially, and then leaned closer; "Sometimes I might just agree with you."
Bradford nodded; "Yessir, Capt'n. I think we might be getting due for some new leadership. Someone with more sense. Someone like you, Sir."
Bragg paused as the door to his cabin slid closed behind him. "Lead the Black Fleet." He chuckled to himself, shook his head, and turned for the shower. It'd been a long day.
Thomas put down the briefing papers and shook his head; "I don't like the idea of hanging back. What if the convoy escort folds? We'll be the last ones in, to grab some of the booty!"
Bragg sipped his coffee and shrugged; "We all split the booty equally, you know that, Thomas."
The Coyote scowled; "Yeah, that's the way its supposed to be, but sometimes I wonder. Look at the recent problems with the Property Department. Something fishy was going on there." The Coyote looked up and grinned, showing fangs; "Besides, where's the glory in letting someone else take the prizes? Where's the FUN? Nossir, I would rather be in the front. It's the only way to make a name for yourself in this outfit, and that's the only way to advance! Now if you ask me, we ought to make a few small changes in this plan of theirs."
Bradford looked at the marked up document and grinned; "This is brilliant, Captain Bragg!"
The Rabbit frowned; "That's actually Thomas' notes... well, most of them. I threw in a few ideas..."
The Otter shook his head; "No, I can recognize your work, Capt'n. I think this is a brilliant plan. Just what we need."
The Rabbit grinned; "Thanks, but, well, I doubt we'll ever know. We're SUPPOSED to do it by their plan!"
Bradford shook his head; "Well, Sir, if the plan goes south, we can always execute yours. And if it works, which I'm sure it will, everyone will laud you as a brilliant strategist. They'll be saying you're just the sort of leader this organization needs!"
Bragg sat in the command chair of his ship, and stared out into space. Maybe, just maybe if the formal "official" plan DID screw up (and what plan survived contact with the enemy?) he'd be able to put his plan into effect. Alright, Thomas' plan. And if they DID manage to pull it out, and salvage something, would that be such a bad thing? Maybe if he called it a "contingency plan"... yeah, maybe that'd work. Smiling, he imagined himself receiving the accolades of his associates...
Thomas smiled; "Well, Bradford, is it all set up?"
The Otter chuckled; "Yup. Their tight schedule will work against them. All we have to do is fiddle with the timing a bit."
The Coyote nodded; "Changed the times in the operational order?"
The Otter sighed; "No, that's too closely guarded."
Thomas frowned; "Are you... going to going to put an agent in Communications? That... could be risky."
The Otter smiled and shook his head; "Got something better; I've got a "friend" in fleet maintenance. She'll be checking scrambler calibration on all the ships prior to launch. She's going to put in a small device that'll mess with the atomic clocks. Don't ask me how it works, but each clock should run at a slightly different speed, some slow, some fast. After the battle, she'll retrieve the gizmos and reset all the clocks."
Thomas nodded; "Sounds good. And for this...?"
The Otter grinned; "For this she'll be well paid... or so she thinks. Don't worry; there won't be any loose ends."
Roland looked at the orders and then shrugged at the Mouse; "Bragg's ship, eh?"
His superior nodded; "And believe it or not, Bragg said your metal monsters were Okay. Just do me a favor, eh? Leave enough of the ship that we can get a decent price for it?"
The Lady Badger looked up as Roland entered the armory; "Suit up, Cindy, we're to report to the Westfalia." Cindy swallowed and nodded; it was obvious that she wasn't too enthusiastic about what they were about to do. Roland just chuckled to himself as he climbed into his Thunderbolt, and brought up main power. He'd seen that look on the faces of dozens of furrs. When the shooting started, she'd calm down. He'd seen her fight in the tournament; what they were about to do might be a whole lot less honorable, but beyond that, it wasn't much different.
Hurry up and wait. Tanj paced the bridge of the command ship and went over in her mind the plan, checking every detail. The fleet was in position, everyone had been briefed, mission orders had been loaded into every ship's computer... what else could she do?
Jenka watched the Cheetah pace like a caged animal; "Tanj if you don't CALM DOWN, I'm going to hogtie you!" The Cheetah laughed; "Yeah, sorry." Sliding into a station chair at the communications console, the Cheetah picked up an earbud, and listened to the chatter between ships. Or rather, the lack of chatter. Everyone was observing good emissions control. Pushing a button she changed frequencies and listened to the chatter among the oncoming convoy.
Bullard chuckled to himself, as he listened. The Assegai and H'rak contingents were on separate frequencies, and on each, only the tersest of comments and orders were passing between ships. There wasn't much to listen to. It was... very professional. As if each force were trying to out-soldier the other. Flicking his gaze over to the chronograph, he watched things count down...
Jenka frowned. Bullard was late. She'd anticipated he might jump the gun, but instead, his ships were immobile, when they should have started their approach. She was just about to signal the comm officer, when the tactical display showed them starting to move.
Tanj smiled as she listened. It hadn't taken long for the H'rak forces, out in front of the convoy, to notice the pirates. There were terse commands fired back and forth between ships, and their formation started to change, but there was no apparent movement to intercept. And then Bullard's voice came over the comm...
Standard-Leader VonKlept listened with increasing rage as the... the... HERBIVORE continued to insult his World, his Government, his philosophy, his family, and his Glorious Leader! Finally, he could take it no longer; "Communications; signal the fleet; attack pattern Delta Three! All ships, ENGAGE!"
Tanj chuckled as she listened to Bradford's taunts; the insults, if anything, had only gotten worse, as the H'rak ships had accelerated away from the convoy. Likewise, the pirates had accelerated towards their foes. That, however, was just a ruse; shortly they'd reverse course. The smaller, lighter raider ships could out-accelerate and out-maneuver the heavier destroyers, and cruisers employed by the H'rak forces. As long as they turned soon enough, physics being what it was...
Sleigth watched the tactical display closely. His stealthed ships were immobile, and largely powered down. All but invisible. As soon as the lead ships of the convoy passed his position, he'd fire up his engines and join the Van, hopefully unnoticed. It shouldn't be hard to match courses and put boarding parties on a few, even before the shooting started...
Bullard frowned; "Say WHAT?" "Skipper, the computer says we're not yet due to reverse course." "But they're getting too close! The tactical computer says we have to turn NOW!" The Navigator just shrugged; "Your call, Skipper." Bullard looked from the tactical display to the computer and back... "I hope to hell they know what they're doing..."
Jenka frowned; "What is that crazy Bullard doing?" Tanj shrugged; "I don't know; he should have veered off by now." Jenka shook her head and signaled the comm officer; "Tell him to break off. NOW."
Thomas smiled, and nudged Bragg; "See? You were right; the plan's starting to come apart already. Jenka's countermanding her own orders!" Frowning, the Rabbit nodded, his eyes fixed on the tactical display.
Bullard frowned; "Well, DO WHAT SHE SAYS! Lets get OUT of here! HELM! Come about to 227 Mark 43, all ahead emergency! Shift power to the aft shields. And someone kick out some mines!"
Tanj watched as the beams of energy weapons started to lick out from the H'rak ships. The Raiders were smaller, faster, more agile, but their weapons didn't have the range some of the warships did. They were starting to take losses.
Bullard chewed on a knuckle. The H'rak were using a standard semispherical envelopment tactic, trying to keep the pirates at the focal point of their formation, so that each ship's guns could bear. Bullard had to scatter his formation enough so that they weren't defeated en-masse, and yet not to let them get so far apart they couldn't support one another. It wasn't easy. It might not even be survivable. Still, their forward momentum had been canceled, and they were picking up speed on the reciprocal course... Shortly they'd be widening the gap. Or at least the survivors would be...
"Do it, Skipper. Things over there are coming apart. Bullard's got 'em decoyed off all right, but there's not going to be anything left of his group. If those H'rak ships come back to the Convoy we'll never get anything!" The Rabbit sighed and nodded; "Yeah... You're right. Signal the group to attack, full speed."
Sleigth hissed in fury; they'd been within seconds of the lead ships overrunning their positions, when the whole convoy had suddenly changed course. And then he saw it on his tactical display; Bragg's group was moving in early. WAY too early. He'd just spooked the whole convoy! Shouting orders, he tried to bring his group around, to pursue the rapidly escaping prey.
Bragg gestured at the tactical display; "There. That cruiser; the big one. We go RIGHT past him at full speed, firing everything we've got. By the time they pull the flanking destroyers in for support, we'll be behind them, and in among the convoy. Tell the Marines they're going to have to move fast; this just became a smash-and-grab."
Roland watched his HUD as the new orders came in. And he didn't like what he saw.
Cindy heard the growl, and raised an eyebrow; "What's wrong? Looks like we'll be in and out in a hurry; shouldn't that give them less time to shoot at us?"
Roland sighed; "Yeah, but if we could convince the freighter crews to surrender, there'd be less loss of life. Now we don't have time for that luxury. We're going to have to shoot our way in, and then get out with whatever we can grab, and pity anyone who gets in our way."
The Lady Badger just nodded and sighed. What HAD she gotten herself into?
Grand Admiral of the Western Reaches looked at his Chaplain and grinned; "The Lord is good to us; the Pirate scum charge our guns!"
The Chaplain nodded, one eye on the tactical display; "Or it may be a trial, Admiral. Why would they do that, if they didn't think it a prudent move?"
The Admiral chuckled; "Chaplain, this is the flagship of the Assegai fleet; surely we can defeat a few pirates!"
As the Admiral turned back to the tactical display, the Chaplain sighed to himself and thought "Pride goeth before a fall..."
Bragg watched the distance diminish, watched the Assegai Cruiser start to fire... and then chose his moment. At his command each raider ship launched its antiship torpedoes. Each raider was different, Each Captain had his own philosophy on what was the best weapon, and as a result there were a dozen different varieties and brands of torpedoes. The Electronic countermeasures officer on the Cruiser found that his efforts worked against only a small fraction of the incoming torpedoes; each one seemed to have a different seeker package! The Point Defense officer found his systems overwhelmed. As at least a half a dozen torpedoes struck the Cruiser's shields, the raiders flashed past, towards the convoy.
Sleigth groaned as the Cruiser took hits; half the remaining escorts had just started moving in that direction, to support their stricken comrades. And in the process four destroyers had turned right towards him. He could remain invisible, but only at a distance; at close range the probability of detection increased significantly!
Jenka watched as a fire blossomed to one side of the convoy; apparently a group of Assegai destroyers had run straight into Sleigth's group. The stealthed ships had gotten in the first round, probably just as they were detected, but it was turning into a nasty little firefight. And as soon as Sleigth had fired, he'd given away his position. Turning to MacArthur, she growled; "I think its time we sent in our reserves, if for no other reason than to let us disengage from this clusterfuck." The old Tiger, a scowl on his face, nodded, and turned to the communications officer.
Tanj watched the tactical display, frowning. How had the plan unraveled so badly? Yes, she knew "no plan survives contact with the enemy" and yet there was one exception to that rule; the first few seconds of any ambush. And that's just what they'd been trying to do here. Her scowl deepening, she went back over the logs, trying to figure out just where it'd gone wrong.
Roland felt the deck lurch below his feet; the raider hitting the prey vessel, and rather hard too. For a moment he'd thought they'd failed to grapple but then the deck lurched again. With the ship "below the horizon" for at least some of the freighter's defensive armament, it was safe to exit. Or at least comparatively safe.
Cindy watched the hatches open, sliding up into the overhead. The bay had already been evacuated. There was no puff of vapor to occlude her vision. There also wasn't much to see; just the hull of another ship. Then Roland was charging out through the hatch, and automatically, she followed. There had been drills, practices and simulations, and yet this was like none of them. This one was real.
Roland looked at the laser turret; it'd taken a hit from some large energy weapon and looked rather... melted. He hoped it was remote control, that there hadn't actually been anyone in there... With the "local" defenses taken out before they'd even grappled, there wasn't much for him and Cindy to do, but wait while the sappers planted their charges.
Cindy felt the deck shudder beneath the feet of her Thunderbolt, and turned just in time to watch the Freighter's cargo lock fly away. They'd planted strip charges all around the outside of the outer lock door, and blown away the lock as one piece. The cargo bay had been pressurized, and as the lock vanished, a great exhalation of atmosphere occurred, water vapor freezing to ice crystals. Among the detritus was one flailing figure, and Cindy had to use her suit's optics to zoom in on it; fortunately the furr was wearing a space suit. But before she could ponder the odds of someone picking him, or her, up, Roland was charging through the hole in the side of the freighter, and she turned to follow.
Roland's HUD placed a carat on a shipping container, indicating that there was movement behind it. Not wanting to damage the contents of the crate, Roland cycled his weapons, until the Nerve Disruptor was active. He would have preferred to use the sonic stunner, but that might not be completely effective through a space suit, even if the bay still had atmosphere, and if the furrs defending the ship had anything heavier than he expected, it could be a fatal mistake. Side-stepping the container, he fired as soon as he had a clear target, but he fired low. The legs went out from under the Kangaroo, his gauss rifle clattering to the deck. Roland trod on the weapon, smashing it, as he turned and headed for the personnel lock.
Cindy watched the Badger move, and tried to cover his back. The spacesuited crew of the Freighter were no match for their armored might, but every once in a while, some fanatic would force them to kill him. The smart ones either fled, or surrendered. With a foul taste in her mouth, she watched Roland move through the cargo containers, systematically eliminating all resistance.
The Plasma weapon in the corridor was a real surprise. Roland hadn't expected to find something like that on a ship like this. In fact, it was rather suicidal to use a weapon that heavy on a freighter; the bolt, if it missed, would have punched clear through the hull, destroying almost everything in its path. The use of something like that bespoke extreme desperation, or, given the government that owned the ship, extreme fanaticism.
The first shot hit his plastron, knocking him back into the cargo bay. Cindy yelped in surprise and moving instinctively, threw a grenade down the corridor. The flimsy spacesuits the crew was wearing weren't sufficient protection against the shrapnel; when she stepped into the corridor, ready to eliminate any resistance with her own weapons, the corridor was silent. Turning, she looked at the Badger; there was a large silver crater in the center of his chest, but it didn't look as if it'd burned through...
Roland groaned. Suddenly it was hot in his suit. Why was it so hot? Oh... yeah. Rolling over, he got to hands and knees, and then stood up. His damage control panel was a sea of yellow light, but at least he was able to move. Turning, he beheld the carnage down the corridor and grunted. "Good work. Come on, we've got to take the Bridge." And then he was trotting down the corridor, in a semi-crouch. A Thunderbolt was just a little large for this kind of work, but if he'd been using anything less, he'd be dead right now.
Roland sighed as the blast doors closed. The crew of the freighter must have been stiffened with marines; freighters couldn't possibly carry this many furrs. Freighters shouldn't have this many infantry type weapons. The last ambush had actually been with a weapon that was probably some sort of modified anti-tank mine; if his computer was working correctly, it had detonated a miniature nuke, pumping an X-ray laser. The beam had missed him by centimeters, punching a hole clear through the ship to vacuum! Bloody Fanatics! And now, the pressure doors had closed. But not before he'd tossed a grenade through it. Motioning to Cindy, he stepped back, and brought up his plasma rifle. The Blast doors were designed to hold air against most normal shipboard disasters. An angry Badger in a Thunderbolt was not a normal shipboard emergency; the blast doors wouldn't last long. None of the others had.
Cindy watched as metal melted and flowed. They were slowly tearing the ship apart from the inside out. There might not be enough left to fly to the rendezvous point. But maybe that was the whole point of the fanatical defenders. With a sigh she tried to look down both cross corridors at once, trying to watch Roland's back.
Roland felt the ship lurch, and then lurch again. Frowning, he tongued his comm and growled; "Command, Roland. What's going on?" The reply didn't exactly please him; "Roland, this is Barker. They've decided its taken too long to take the ship; the group going to Engineering is completely bogged down in a cross fire. They've decided to off-load the cargo here; we're kicking shipping containers out the hole you guys made when you came in. Raider ships will tractor the containers to the rendezvous point. Your job is to hold off the crew for as long as you can."
Roland growled, cut the link and turned to Cindy; "Come on, we're heading back to the cargo bay." Cindy blinked; "But I thought he said..." Roland shook his head; "Barker isn't in our chain of command; I dunno where our unit went, and that worries me. I am NOT going to be left behind on this ship, not even by accident. Come on."
The Cargo hold was almost deserted; a crew was shoving the last four canisters out the hole when Roland and Cindy emerged from what was left of the ship's central corridor. Roland growled, fired his jump jets, and headed for space, exiting the ship just after the last of the canisters. Cindy watched, and did her best to emulate Roland, wobbling a little. Roland sailed past the canister, and hit the side of the Raider, probably faster than was prudent. "When you hit hull metal, engage your magnetic grapples!" Cindy heard him, but hit and bounced. Only Roland's hand, grabbing her right thigh, kept her from bouncing back towards the freighter. She saw the flare of blue light as the Raider engaged its tractor beam, as Roland pulled her against the side of the ship. Her magnetic grapple had just engaged when the raider started to move, and none too slowly either. Stars wheeled in her viewport, and she felt acceleration tug at her. And then the Raider was heading away from the Freighter.
Roland looked back at the Freighter; it was in sad shape. And it hadn't needed to be like that; if they'd been able to defeat the escorts they could have forced the surrender of all the cargo ships in the fleet. No one, or at least fewer furrs would have gotten hurt, or killed. No, it needn't have been like that at all...
Cindy watched lights flare in the distance. Someone was still shooting out there. at one point the Raider's guns flared, and something not too far away blew up, probably an incoming missile. At another point the raider emitted a huge cloud of "chaff", but what it might have been trying to decoy wasn't seen. Eventually, things got boring.
Roland sighed; "All right, if that's the way you want it, but I'm not very happy about it." "Don't sweat it. I'll make it up to you when we get home. Buy you a beer or something." Switching channels, Roland growled; "Cindy, the Raider crew says they're too full to let us inside. Seems they picked up the rest of our maniple, along with some loose booty; they say the inside of the ship is packed like a sardine can, and life support's running on the ragged edge. Looks like we ride back out here. At least to the Rendezvous point. Shouldn't be more than, oh, eighteen hours or so." After a moment's silence, Roland's voice came back; "Um... You might want to weld yourself some supports; I wouldn't trust the magnetic grapples when we go to warp..."
Cindy sighed, and thought that most of the furrs in Tanj's crew would enjoy this. Following Roland's example, she'd used the welder built into the right glove of her Thunderbolt to tack-weld both legs, her torso, and one arm to the Raider's hull. Talk about bondage! She just hoped she could cut herself free when they got where they were going...
Bullard heard the hiss of escaping atmosphere, and reached up to latch the faceplate of his helmet; "That does it; its time to GO. Signal the group; tell them to head straight for the approaching reserves; lets see if the H'rak forces feel like tangling with them as well!
Sleigth hissed in frustration; he'd gotten boarding parties on three of the convoy's ships, only to meet surprisingly stiff resistance. It seemed that, with the attack in disarray, the crews on the Freighters were heartened enough to fight. It had just taken them too long to deal with the Assegai destroyers. Dammit, they weren't supposed to have had to deal with any escorts; at least not like THAT. As Bullard started to withdraw, as Bragg's group was fleeing with what they'd managed to grab, his situation was becoming more and more tenuous. Finally, he could take it no more and growled out an order to recall the boarding parties, with what little they could carry. It was time for them too, to depart.
Bragg grinned as he counted the ships on the tactical display; "Looks like all of ours made it out." Bradford nodded; "Yes, and it looks like each of our ships got at least some booty. Looks like our losses were only a few marines." Bragg nodded; "It's a shame about the maniple off of the Sarnaganth. Shoddy planning, that they should get left behind like that." Thomas shrugged; "No plan survives contact with the enemy, and there were only a few of them left alive. Overall, our losses were quite reasonable." The Coyote grinned; "And I'd say we did better than anyone else in the Black Fleet. Just goes to show, you were right after all!
Jenka watched the various elements of her Fleet depart, each heading by a different route, to the rendezvous point. They'd gotten almost nothing. Of some sixty merchant ships in the convoy, they'd hit less than a dozen, and only gotten a fraction of the cargo from them. It was one of the worst screw-ups in her tenure as leader of the Black Fleet, and someone's head was going to roll for it!
Bullard growled; "I tell you, we went in ON TIME, and when your message came through, our computers said that it just wasn't time, ACCORDING TO YOUR PLAN, for us to withdraw! YES, I realize it was too late, that we should have changed course sooner, but WE WERE FOLLOWING YOUR PLAN!"
Tanj sook her head; "look at the logs from the flagship. Compare the times, against the movement plot. You were LATE. If you were following the prompts from your ship's computer correctly, and to tell the truth, I DO believe you can tell time, then something else was going on."
Jenka sighed; "Yes. Sabotage. I thought of that. Given the recent events against me, that was one of the first things that came to mind. But I've had all the ships checked, and no discrepancies were found. Chronographs agree within their accuracy limits. If it was sabotage, it was damned subtle sabotage.
Bragg shook his head and grinned; "Told you that plan was too complicated. It was doomed to failure from the start. I said so before, and events have proved me correct!" Around the table, heads nodded in agreement.
Jenka scowled at the Rabbit and shook her head; "We've pulled off more complicated maneuvers in the past; this should have been well within our capabilities AND YOU KNOW IT! No, I refuse to believe we're all a bunch of fumbling fools! And I promise you, I WILL get to the bottom of this!
Tanj studied the faces of those around the table. Some were obviously as furious as Jenka. Sleigth, for one. Bullard was too pissed at being blamed for starting the screw-up to side with anyone but Bragg. Others were somewhere in-between, and not a few were wearing their best poker faces, doing their best to make sure no one knew who they supported. And that wasn't a good sign.
Thomas smiled as he looked at the printout. The raid hadn't been exactly unprofitable. The nanotechnology they'd gotten had more than paid for the operation. Even after the damage was repaired, and the death benefits paid out, there would be a tidy sum for each furr involved. Of course, there'd be a little more for everyone in Bragg's group, as they were the ones that had actually seized the Lion's share of the booty, but that was just icing on the cake. For a moment he reflected on what it would have been like if the Black Fleet had pulled it off as they'd intended. Would he have been rich enough to have been able to hide from his Masters? Probably not. No, this was the better way. Printout in hand, he made his way to where Bragg sat.
Bragg smiled and nodded; "That's not too bad. More than I would have thought, actually, for the way things got screwed up."
Thomas chuckled; "Well, Sir, thanks to you, we got something for all our efforts, and all our pain. If it hadn't been for your vision, and daring, we wouldn't have gotten anything!" Leaning closer, Thomas whispered conspiratorily; "Actually, Capt'n, I think you're the one that should be running the Black Fleet. You're the one with the brains, and you'll pardon the expression, the balls. You owe it to the others, Sir, to take over the leadership of the fleet!"
Bragg mused for a moment and then gave Thomas a half smile; "Perhaps, but... well, Jenka's got the majority stockholders in her pocket. I'd never be able to win an election." Thomas grinned, showing fangs; "That's why you just have to TAKE power, Capt'n. The little folks are without a voice in the current administration. That's why the current bosses are able to pull bonehead stunts like the one we just went through! The current management is too concerned with their own well-being, and much too concerned with staying in power. They'll never allow themselves to be voted out! NOSSIR, you need to act, for the benefit of all!
Bullard'd had a few too many. Even he knew that. When the Rabbit slid into the seat across the table from him, it took him a moment before he realized that he didn't really have four ears, but that he was just seeing double. Hah! A rabbit with four ears!...
Bragg considered the Minotaur for a moment and then smiled softly; "Sorry about the problems you had in the recent fiasco."
Bullard scowled; "Yeah... Tooo compicatled.. compli... too compflex... comf... too hard."
The rabbit nodded; "Yeah... I wanted to talk to you about how we got railroaded into doing that... What do you think of Jenka's leadership?"
Bullard frowned, and found himself counting the Rabbit's ears again. It looked as if he'd grown another pair; he was up to six... And when did he get four eyes? Shaking his head, the Minotaur growled; "Fuckin' bitch. Accusing me of screw'n up. Screw her." The Minotaur got a silly grin on his face; "now there's an Idea. Screw Jenka. Ah wouldn't mind doin that..."
Bragg nodded and grinned; "Yes, she always has seemed a mite... unapproachable. Unless you were one of her sex toys. Yes, sometimes it seems as if she treats all of us, the whole Black Fleet, as if we were her toys..."
Bullard took another slug of ale and nodded his head; "ThasRight!"
Bragg smiled and nodded and rose; "Thanks, Bullard. I assume I can count on you, when the time comes?"
Bullard watched the rabbits leave. Three? Four? As the rabbits walked off, he wondered just exactly what it was he'd just agreed to...
Pippyn watched Bragg closely; "you realize, of course, that what you're proposing could be considered mutiny. This IS a corporation. The shareholders have voted Jenka and her subordinates into office. There ARE procedures for a recall... ways to move for a vote of no confidence..." Bragg chuckled and waved a paw dismissively; "That's true... but that's merely the kind of corporate mentality that's gotten us where we are today. I have no doubt that when the minority stockholders see how much better we can run the Black Fleet, they'll confirm my actions with a unanimous vote!" Pippyn chuckled and raised her tankard; "Sounds good to me. I can't stand the current crowd. Just never could figure out how to get rid of 'em. Count me in!"
Bradford chuckled and leaned over to whisper in Thomas' ear; "I have no doubt the vote will be unanimous. If they won't vote for him voluntarily, we'll MAKE 'em vote for him!"
Thomas chuckled and took another sip from his drink. After a moment he turned back to Bradford; "By the way, have you "tied up" our loose end yet?"
Bradford smiled; "It'll be done when we make our move. Which should be in just a few hours."
"I tell you, its not going to be a problem. I know each door has its own security code, but we've got a furr in Security. He's rewriting all the passwords, at 2 AM, and then he'll do a "broadcast" and have all the doors all through the station open, and stay open."
Thomas frowned; "If... if something opens the station to space, we'll loose ALL the atmosphere!"
Bradford chuckled; "No one's going to be that stupid. Besides, there won't be any resistance. Our teams are all ready. It'll go like clockwork; don't worry!"
Jenka grunted with each thrust. The Minks were insatiable; that's what she liked about them. Sandwiched between the two brothers, she savored the sensations as the two of them fucked her, in pussy and ass. She never heard the door open.
Tanj trembled on the verge of yet another climax. Confined in a rather small trapezoidal shaped cage, designed to tightly incase her kneeling form, the cheetah stared out through the bars at the scene on the bed before her. Mounted in the floor of the cage, its contours designed to match her bottom, was a saddle-shape. And of course the saddle not only sported fully articulated dildoes for pussy and ass, but in itself, vibrated strongly, pressing against her in all the most, ah, "stimulating" places. The combined effects were more than enough to drive a girl wild. Although all three vibrators were running, when the door opened, she knew instantly something was terribly wrong, and that she was completely helpless to intervene.
Jenka realized what was happening, when she saw the armed furrs in her quarters. She had a blaster in the nightstand, another under her pillow, but entangled as she was with the Minks, she couldn't reach either, before they were on her. They didn't even bother to use the stunner they'd brought; a half dozen of them just overpowered her, pulling her arms behind her, and binding her tight.
Thomas grinned at the bound Jaguar. They had her. Whether they captured the others, or killed them, didn't much matter. They had the Pirate Queen. Their masters were going to be most pleased. At a shout from Bradford he raised his head; "Huh?" "I said, what do you want to do with the Minks?" Thomas waved a hand dismissively; "If they're here, they must be in league with her. Take them too. Take 'em all to the kennels!"
Wanda put down the endoscope as the three furrs pushed their way into the curtained cubicle. Turning to face them, she growled; "No visitors! Get out and let me work!" The leader of the three, a scarred Puma, growled; "We got orders to take you into custody." He grinned lopsidedly, the muscles on the left side of his face apparently not working very well; "Seems there's been a coup. There are new bosses now, and all of the old crowd are going to the kennels. And you're on the list!"
The Wolverine blinked, and then turned to look at the Groundhog on the gurney; "If you haul me off now, he'll die." She looked back at the Puma; "Is that what you want?"
One of the others, a red squirrel, squinted; "Hey, isn't that Chang? What happened?"
Wanda growled; "Hydraulic lift failure. He got pinched between the platform and the frame. He's got some pretty bad internal injuries and if he isn't stabilized NOW he'll die." Without waiting for a response, Wanda turned back to her patient.
The Puma frowned; "What about the other doctors?"
Wanda laughed; "you try and find 'em. So far I haven't been able to. They're "OFF DUTY" it seems."
As Wanda fiddled with some intravenous tubing, and a pump, the three toughs looked at each other. Finally the Puma growled; "Finish with him. Then you come with us. And no funny stuff; we'll be right out side."
When they'd left, Kath stepped closer, and whispered; "We could take them, Mistress".
Wanda laughed and nodded; "We could, but then what? If the whole station's going through a civil war, we'll be needed here more than ever. And if its already over, there isn't anyplace to run to. Besides, Chang might die while we took them out. Now get me a No.4 hemostat. I think we're going to have to go in...
The station never slept. Even in the middle of the night, business was conducted. Sometimes business was best in the middle of the night... Hinoki blinked as the door to his shop slid open. For a moment nothing happened, as if the system had glitched, but then a lady Thylacine stepped through. Curiously, the door remained open behind her.
She paused and looked around, and then nodded, to herself, as if in satisfaction. Moving over to Hinoki she looked him in the eye; "I'm thinking of taking a slave. A male slave. What have you got in restraints for males?"
Hinoki smiled back at her; "I've got all sorts of stuff, from the cute and cuddly to the... severe. Can you give me any more information as to what you're looking for?"
The Thylacine smiled coldly; "This slave is someone I used to know; someone who used to annoy me. Greatly. I want something "severe" as you put it. Something that'll let him know he's my slave, and that any chance of escape, that any hope at all, has fled."
Hinoki swallowed and nodded; "Yeah... I've got some stuff like that."
She grinned wider; "Show me."
Sashi watched from the front window. She was "On Display" again. Since they'd started her on the Vitamin E regime, she hadn't needed her latex panties, and all sorts of things had become possible. Right now, her paws were encased in soft, fingerless leather mitts, locked around her wrists, and tight enough that she couldn't possibly pick anything up, much less untie a knot. A muzzle, complete with a rather thick plug gag covered the lower half of her face, straps locked about her head. No one else could possibly know, but the plug gag tasted of cherries, one of her favorites. She stood in the window, a pole rising from the floor, its last ten inches buried in her snatch. She had a very limited amount of movement, but was otherwise unrestrained. Watching the tough looking Thylacine bitch, she slowly humped the pole, as if idly scratching an itch.
Pippyn examined the leather "pouch" and nodded. Part of the restraint harness, it was designed to cover a male's genitals. The inside of the soft leather was covered in pointy little pyramid shapes. If it was buckled on tightly, it could be quite... annoying. And it'd certainly prevent any erection. There just wasn't room. Nodding in satisfaction she looked up at the Cheetah; "I want you to demonstrate it for me."
Hinoki looked at her, his eyes narrowing to slits. There was something here that just wasn't quite right. And yet... he'd demonstrated gear like this for dozens of others. Deciding he was worrying over nothing, he shrugged, and picked up the harness, sliding one leg through the straps.
Pippyn smiled; "And now the hood. Lets see how this looks on you."
Obligingly, Hinoki opened his mouth. The Thylacine shoved the plug gag into his mouth and yanked on the straps for the head harness a little more roughly than he thought the situation warranted. The blindfold cut off sight and sound, and suddenly the world was reduced to tactile sensations.
Sashi watched the Thylacine bitch bind her master; there was something about the way she was doing it, something that made her feel this was personal in some way... But whatever the reason, whatever the purpose, Hinoki was being bound so thoroughly, it was doubtful that even he would be able to escape.
Pippyn smiled and reached into a pocket. Extracting a handful of container freight seals, she started to thread them through the hasps, next to each of the locks Hinoki had so generously provided. Each one was made of a tough plastic, and required a special tool to remove. Even if the Cheetah had palmed a key, with the seals in place, he'd never get free. At least not by himself. When she'd finished, she turned her attentions to the straps holding the leather pouch over the Cheetah's genitals. "Good, sweetums, but not good enough." She purred, as her fingers found the fasteners and tightened the assemblage a few more notches.
Hinoki grunted into his gag as he felt the Thylacine tighten the crotch straps. It was uncomfortable, but no worse than many things he'd been through before. But what was the reason for her manipulations before that? Had she been checking the locks? Or... squirming a little in his restraints, he tried to figure out just what was going on. What had she done to him?"
Sashi watched the Tylacine move about the shop, gathering additional bondage gear. She felt she knew what was coming. With the gag in her mouth she couldn't even protest as the bitch started to add to her restraints, binding her arms behind her back in a monoglove, and hobbling her ankles with a short chain.
Pippyn looked over the Chocolate Pantheress, and nodded; she'd heard this one was dangerous, but the way she'd tied her, it would be doubtful that she could either fight, or break free. Attaching a leash to her left nipple ring, she pushed the button to lower the pole, and then tugging harshly, led her back towards Hinoki.
Hinoki felt the leash snap to his collar. He'd figured out that she'd added additional locks of some sort to his restraints. And now he knew he was being taken somewhere. Just where, that was the question. Were some of his friends "kidnapping" him for a night of fun, or was something else going on? For a moment he thought about trying to escape his restraints, but then he decided not to. No point in letting this fem know his "demonstrator" gear was all subtly rigged to allow him to escape, if he needed to, and without the necessity to palm a key. He'd learned his lesson well, after the incident with the Giraffe, the Walrus and the Polar bear... For the moment he'd play along, and see where this led.
Sashi knew where they were headed; she just didn't know why. The Thylacine was leading them towards the kennels; the slave quarters on the station used to house prisoners awaiting ransom, or sale. Why would they be going there? What was going on?
Zassa frowned as the sink backed up. She was making dinner for Chris Foxx, her "Master", but she hadn't run any water recently. Therefor, it probably wasn't the disposal. That suggested there was a plug further downstream in the system. With a groan, she padded out of the kitchen, wiping her paws on a dishtowel, headed for the comm.
Chris looked up as his "slave" came out of the kitchen. From the look on her face, he knew something was wrong, but he also knew that if it was anything serious, she'd bring it to his attention. And in the proper manner, if she knew what was good for her. As she walked towards the comm, he turned his attention back to the holovision cube, watching for the local stock report.
Zassa was almost to the comm when the door to Chris' quarters slid open. Before she could even think about it, she was backpedaling towards the kitchen.
Chris heard the door open, and wondered where in the world Zassa was going? Then he saw her moving backwards towards the kitchen, a cautious look on her face, and instinct kicked in. He dove towards the floor, doing a neat tuck and roll, his paw sliding under the cushion of the sofa, groping for the needler he kept there.
Zassa groaned; the sink was now overflowing onto the floor, dirty water full of the remains of someone else's dinner. The drain system must really be screwed up. Being careful not to slip, she pulled all the steak knives out of the butcher's block holder, and turned back towards the kitchen door, deftly flipping one of the knives so that she held it by the point.
Chris crouched behind the recliner, the needler lined up on the door. If this were an attack, something should have been happening by now, and he started to wonder just what in the hell was going on.
"Chris, you in there? Chris, its O.W.! Hey, are the drains backing up in your quarters? I've got a helluva mess over here! And what's with the doors?" Chris frowned. He had a new neighbor; someone from Scheduling. They'd nodded to each other once or twice, in the past couple of days, but... Lifting his head a bit; Chris glanced at Zassa, who nodded and made a face. "Yeah, we've got problems over here too." "Well, my comm's shorted out. Have you reported it yet?" Chris growled back "No. Hang on a minute..." Turning, he looked at Zassa and inclined his head towards the comm; then he turned back to resume covering the door.
Zassa tried to keep from dropping one of the knives, as she shifted things around, to free up a paw. The carpet was starting to go squishy under her feet as she reached down to stab at the button... There was a fat blue spark, and the next thing she knew she was flying backwards.
Chris heard the sound of an electrical discharge, smelt scorched furr, and saw Zassa fly backwards. He knew it was the wrong thing to do even as he did it, rising from cover, to run to her aid. As he knelt over her still form, he never saw the blackjack that came down on the back of his head.
Ralph frowned as the door to the Intelligence office slid open. Rising a bit from his desk chair he tried to see who was coming into the office at THIS time of night. But there wasn't anyone there. And the door wasn't closing, either. Sliding a paw under his desk, he picked up the Ambro Magnum, and keeping low, started to move through the maze of cubicles. Unexplained things like that always made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up...
Peering out of the corridor, the Tiger frowned. ALL the doors were open. That really wasn't right. Moving down the hall, he slid into one of the Operations offices. There was a cubicle there that couldn't be seen from the office door, and he slid into that, firing up the terminal, logging on with a password not his own. The first thing he did was to run a status check on his own quarters. As he feared, the sensors he'd installed there showed three furrs in HIS room. Then he heard footfalls in the corridor outside. Holding his breath, he listened until they were past, and then being as quiet as he could be, he called up the security profile for his cubicle. Sure enough that's where the three furrs had been headed. He watched them mill around for a minute, and then move out of range. They seemed to be searching the office. That might give him just enough time...
Ralph moved down the corridor as if nothing were wrong. Yes, the station never slept; things were happening around the clock, and yet most furrs kept to a day/night schedule. And for Oh-three-hundred in the morning there sure were an awful lot of folks about, some of them moving with a bit of urgency. And some in groups. It wasn't until he saw four furrs, leading a fifth, bound furr, that he felt his fears were confirmed. Still, before he hit the panic button, he had to know. Moseying over to them, doing his best to look casual, he inquired; "What's up?" One of the furrs, a Mouse, chuckled; "Change in management. Go back to your quarters, it'll all be sorted out by morning. You'll hear all about it then." Ralph ah'ed and nodded, smiled and ambled off. Worse than he had feared...
The terminal was public, in one of the commons areas. Ralph logged on as someone who'd been killed in the convoy raid, and paged through a number of screens. As he worked, he muttered to himself; "If I'm not right about this, Tanj is gonna KILL me..." Finally, a screen came up, and he spent several agonizing minutes entering password after password. Behind him, he heard an increase in the background conversation, and then a sudden cessation in conversation, and again the hairs on the back of his neck started to rise. The big red "PANIC" symbol had just formed on the screen, when a paw came down on his shoulder. As he turned to see who it was, he made sure his elbow hit the center of the touch-sensitive screen...
"OK, buddy, you gonna come quietly, or do we have to rough you up?" Ralph blinked at the Chipmunk and sighed; "you have GOT to be kidding." He hadn't even gotten out of his chair when the cattle prod caught him in the side.
"Hey, Marvin... what was that, on the computer screen just before you zapped him?" The Chipmunk blinked; "Computer... Hell, I dunno, I was watching HIM, not the screen. Why?" "I dunno, it just looked... It almost looked like, geez, Marvin, I dunno." The Chipmunk sighed; "Well, forget it. We got what we came for. Now, you gonna go get the float pallet or do you want we should carry him down to the kennels?"
Cindy looked up as the door to Roland's quarters slid open. Not expecting the Badger back anytime soon, she sat up in bed, sleepily, confused. After a moment she rose, wrapping the sheet around her, and strode to the doorway. Several furrs were milling about in the corridor, all talking excitedly. Stepping out, she approached one of the furrs; "What's going on? Is this some sort of a drill?"
The Marmoset turned and smiled at the lady Badger. She was a little too... "Zaftig" for his tastes, and yet she wasn't bad looking... "Yes, it's a drill of sorts. Um... aren't you with that Roland fellow?" For a moment Cindy was very aware of the circlet of metal around her throat. "Um, yea, something like that." The Marmoset nodded; "Then you'd better come with me."
Cindy followed him through the corridors, rapidly becoming lost. She just hadn't been on the station long enough yet to learn its full layout. However, as they walked they seemed to be joined by more and more groups of furrs, each seemingly escorting a prisoner. "Just what kind of a drill is this?" she inquired with a low rumble. The Marmoset smiled; "Security drill. Your, ah, friend, Roland is one of the designated "targets" of the exercise, and if you're with him, you're probably on the list too. Don't worry, you won't be hurt, and it'll all be over soon." Cindy nodded, clutched the sheet a little tighter around her and wondered about the strange ways of the Pirates.
It wasn't until she saw the furr obviously injured, injured beyond any faking, that she started to wonder. Compound fractures like that just weren't plastic and ketchup! However, by then, there were way too many toughs around her, for a break to be feasible. Slowly she tried to widen the distance between the Marmoset and herself... Only to have a rather large Bison bump into her from behind. "Keep moving, you!" With a sigh, she let the flow of furrs carry her towards her fate.
Cindy looked from the Marmoset to the Jackal, to the low door in the wall, and frowned. The Jackal chuckled; "Look, bitch, you do it the easy way or we do it the hard way. Think you can take all of us?" Finally Cindy crouched, and started to crawl through the door. As she was half-way through, someone snatched the sheet from her. She'd been expecting that; everyone else she'd seen in this place of cages had been naked... The door slamming behind her sounded awful final...
Andrea looked up at the Otter and smiled; "Ah, Bradford. I was wondering when I'd see you again. I trust you were satisfied with my work on the Chronographs? I trust no one picked up on what happened?
Bradford smiled; "No, no one did. And now, my dear, its time for your reward.
Andrea's eyes went wide as the Otter lifted a sonic stunner; before she could so much as let out a squeak, he fired. Bradford winced as she fell to the floor, her head thumping against the deck with a sickening sound. "No, my dear, no one's picked up on it, and no one ever will. I believe I have a way to keep you silent. Silent for the rest of your life."
Wanda looked up as the furrs pushed the float pallet into the Emergency room. There must have been a half a dozen furrs piled on it, and so much blood she couldn't tell what had happened to who. And all the rooms were full. "All right, lay 'em out over there. Give me about three feet between them. Kath, get compression bandages, and do what you can to stop the bleeding. Hawthorne! Triage. Figure out who's dead, who's going to live without immediate attention and who needs attention right now, in order to live!" Looking up at the crowd of furries just standing behind the float pallet, the Wolverine lass growled; "All right, what happened THIS time?"
A Brown Bear winced and then shrugged; "We were to, ah, detain MacArthur, the head of Operations. Somehow he was waiting for us."
Wanda bent over the first furr on the floor and felt for a pulse; without looking up, she growled; "And where's MacArthur?"
The Bear swallowed; "Ah... he won't be needing your professional services."
Roland rose to tiptoes, and managed to catch a glimpse of the group of furrs going past. He'd gotten word of what was going down, and just in case, had found himself a nice little hiding place. The space armor was designed for an ursoid considerably larger than himself. It stood in a recharging stand across the service bay from his Thunderbolt. By standing on tiptoes he could barely raise his head enough to see out of the faceplate. And as he'd feared, the group were examining the Thunderbolt, confirming that Roland wasn't in it. They WERE after him, too. Letting himself settle back down, to a more comfortable position, he prepared himself for a wait. The space armor was fully stocked with water, and food tablets, although using the "waste handling" facilities designed for a much larger furr might be a bit problematic. If the "round-up" parties would just leave, if he could just get to his Thunderbolt, maybe, just maybe, he could turn this thing around...
Wanda frowned at the Otter; "You want me to WHAT?"
Bradford frowned; "Mind your tone, Missy! Remember who's in charge here. You heard me. I want her vocal cords cut. Not just severed, but a section taken out. Now, you can do it, or I can go find myself a coat hanger, and I can try and do it."
Wanda looked around the Emergency room; "There are furrs here that will die if they don't receive attention immediately..."
The Otter shook his head; "Don't care. Do this, NOW, or I'll have you hauled off to the kennels, where you won't be of any help to anyone!"
Growling, Wanda turned to Kath; "I'll need the Number three endoscope, equipped with the 02 forceps and a fiber optic laser scapel..."
Jenka obediently squirmed into the kennel. This was not easy, as her arms were bound behind her, her ankles were hobbled, and the door was built very low to the ground, forcing a slave to crawl through it. Somehow she managed to inchworm her way inside, the door slamming as soon as her feet were clear. Squirming around, she looked out through the bars at all the turmoil. Furrs were being led into the kennels in a constant stream. There was Chris Foxx, a look of pure murder on his face. Zassa was as limp as a ragdoll, in a Rhino's arms, and for a moment Jenka worried that she might be seriously injured. Forbes, from Finance was carried in by three toughs, and stuffed unceremoniously into a cage. Then Hinoki and Sashi were led in, following a female Thylacine meekly. Then Phipps, from Logistics was brought in, unconscious. Others were brought in as well, all confidants of hers, or those who supported her, in the council. Or, in the case of Sabina, merely associates of associates. With a sigh, she squirmed around, trying to make herself comfortable, but also visible to those being brought in. Perhaps her presence might give them some small comfort.
Tanj watched, from within her cage. Her captors had discovered that the cage was on wheels, and they'd just pushed her down to the Kennels. Of course, they'd found the power cord when they'd tried to move the cage, and unplugged it, and that had given her some small relief. Until she realized that every bump they hit along the way transmitted its effects straight to her filled pussy and ass. And of course, when they'd gotten to the kennels, with a laugh, they'd plugged it back in again, and turned the settings up high... Even with the distractions, she hadn't missed Zassa's limp form, nor Ralph's arrival. The Tiger's surreptitious thumbs-up gave her some small measure of satisfaction...
Andrea groaned and tried to open her eyes. She had the world's worst headache... Had she had too much to drink? No... no, she'd been at work. Then she remembered. Sitting up, she forced open one eye and looked around. She was in some sort of cell. Except it was tiny. Sitting up, her head almost touched the ceiling. It was about two meters long, one meter high and one meter wide, and one whole wall was just bars. Everything else was steel plate, including the bare floor. Turning, she squinted through the bars. That was when it hit her. They'd taken her to the slave kennels. Looking down, she gasped as she realized she was naked! Opening her mouth to shout, to shout that there'd been some mistake, that she wasn't supposed to be here, she found she couldn't make so much as a squeak! Her voice was gone!
Jenka watched the Bunny lady across the way from her, and wondered who she was. It seemed the mutineers were using the opportunity to eliminate personal enemies, or possibly those that stood in their way. For the life of her, she couldn't remember ever having seen that particular fem before... And wasn't it curious that she appeared to be screaming, with nothing coming out...
Sabina watched Zassa with concern. What had they done to her? Was she all right? That bitch had better not die, not at least before she could try to prove to her once and for all who was the better sub!
Bragg looked at the PADD and nodded. "Shame about MacArthur. I'm sure he would have taken what he'd saved for retirement and just gone away, when presented with our fait acompli." Putting down the PADD, the Rabbit sighed; "But he always was a stubborn cuss." Turning to look at Thomas, he grinned wryly; "But at least no one could ever say he was a coward!" Thomas frowned; "True, but that's not the way we'll play it, if you'll pardon me, Sir. He was a fool for resisting us, and paid for his foolishness with his life. No point in making him a martyr to those that would oppose us." The Rabbit sighed; "I guess you're right..." Thomas nodded; "Now, Sir, why don't we go on down to the Kennels and see how things are going there. I'm sure the furrs there are somewhat frightened, and could use some reassurance..."
Jenka looked out through the bars and smiled; "I win."
Bragg had been about to say something, but he closed his mouth in surprise and just STARED at the Jaguar; "I beg your pardon?"
Jenka smiled; "I'd bet myself you'd try something like this."
Bragg shook his head; "If you thought... Then why didn't you DO something?"
Jenka shrugged; "What makes you think I didn't?"
Bragg's frown deepened; "Madam, if you think you're still in control, I think you're sadly mistaken, if not delusional." Turning, Bragg's gaze swept the kennels. Some of his erstwhile comrades looked enraged; others appeared stupefied. Some were obviously still unconscious. "I want you all to know that this isn't personal. We simply believe that the Black Fleet will prosper with a change in management. And Yes, I know, being a corporation there should have been mechanisms to have effected that change peacefully. We believe that things had been skewed so that the will of the stockholders was being suborned. Hence our actions." The Rabbit clasped his paws behind his back, and smiled softly; "Those of you that can see your way clear to join our cause will be well treated. Those of you that can't will be... Sent away, in a manner such that you won't be able to make trouble for us. And I'm sure that the stockholders will recognize, in short order, how much better things have become." Turning, Bragg strode from the Kennels.
Thomas looked at Bradford; "That go out OK?"
The Otter nodded; "Yes, much better than what he'd originally planned to say." He laughed; "Jenka appears to have set him off, just a little. With a bit of editing, it'll be suitable for broadcast to the, ah, "stockholders." Now... What about our prisoners?"
Thomas smiled; "There's no reason why we can't have some fun, before we wholesale them out. Oh, admittedly there are some things we have to mind, with respect to some of them, but on the whole..."
Chris watched the Coyote and the Otter leave. The old saw about "if looks could kill" applied perfectly well to him. When the door had closed behind them, he looked over at Jenka's cage. Jenka sat there calmly, her legs folded under her. How could she be so CALM? Shifting his gaze, he looked over at the cage where Zassa lay. Had she moved since he'd last looked? Was she still breathing? He wished he could tell...
Roland stepped through the door as if he owned the place. Sometimes just looking as if you belonged was all it took. Fortunately, the medical storeroom was deserted. As drugs weren't kept there, its lock had been fairly easy to defeat. Humming tunelessly, he started sorting through the boxes and shelves, taking what he thought he might be able to use.
The next stop was a food services store-room. The main thing he was after there were the little ketchup packets...
The storeroom for janitorial supplies was the last stop. There were all SORTS of goodies there, including bleach, and ammonia. The bleach in particular, along with some hydrogen peroxide from the medical storeroom, he particularly needed.
The Fan plenum was a good place to hide, if a bit windy. It was off a maintenance corridor that looked as if no one had been down it in years. Taking the scalpel, he carefully slashed his jumpsuit in strategic places. Then, ketchup was applied, liberally. Then the gauze bandages. When he finished, he wished he had a mirror to examine the results. With luck, he'd look like the survivor of a vicious knife fight. But he was afraid he looked like an extra from "The Mummy's Revenge." Either way, he wouldn't be immediately identifiable as Roland. And that should buy him some time.
Bragg looked around the Council and smiled; "And there you have it. There'll be a short period of transition, and when things have stabilized, there will be an election of officers for the corporation. I've every confidence that when all is said and done, those that I've appointed will be confirmed by the stockholders." As his gaze swept the remaining members, he found only stony silence. "Well, then, if there's nothing else, this meeting is adjourned."
Towards the back, a paw went up. "Mr. Bragg, I'm Carbajal from Maintenance. What's to become of the, ah, previous leadership team?"
Bragg smiled; "Some of the lower level managers will be offered the chance to stay on, under the new leadership, but I'm afraid that the core group will have to go."
Carbajal frowned; "go? How? As in, ah, "out the airlock?""
Bragg laughed; "oh, nothing so severe. We'll have to send them away, in a manner that prevents them from returning and stirring up trouble."
Carbajal nodded, his face carefully neutral; "I take it you mean we'll wholesale them out as slaves."
Bragg laughed again; "Not all of them. Some of them, auctioned off individually, should bring a tidy sum. After all, some of those furrs have very high prices on their heads. And some of them have significant enemies that would just LOVE to have them in their power. No, I suspect their sale will be a significant profit center for the Corporation." What went unsaid was his concern about Jenka, and that she might have made arrangements to have an associate buy, and subsequently free her, if she was merely wholesaled out.
Around the room, several furrs laughed and applauded Bragg's announcement; others, however, kept their poker faces in place...
Cindy watched the Jackal stroll down the corridor between the cages; he had a bunch of leather thongs in one paw and a quirt in the other. And he had that look on his face that just screamed "Trouble"...
Sabina watched the Jackal; he was obviously out to exercise his new-found power. Out to have some fun with one of the slaves. But who would it be? And what did he have in mind? She grinned at him, as he paused in front of her cell, an "I can take anything you can dish out" look. He stared at her for a moment and then resumed his pacing. She nodded to herself; "just as I thought; he's out for the power, not the sex. He's looking for someone to intimidate, someone to terrify."
Andrea scowled up a the Jackal as he paused by her cage. He grinned at her for a moment, but then passed on. With relief, she sagged back against the far wall of her cell, certain it was only a temporary reprieve.
Cindy watched as the Jackal paced back to stand in front of her cell. He grinned at her and nodded; "Yeah. You. I think its time you were shown just how easy you've had it, Slave." Pulling the keyring from his belt, he stepped forward to unlock her cell door.
Her initial inclination was to burst from the cell's low door, and knock the Jackal down. She was sure she could take him in a fair fight... and she had no intention of fighting fair. But then, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the two guards at the end of the corridor. One had a truncheon and the other a shock-stick. And they were both looking her way. With a sigh, she did as she was bade, and shifted into the proper kneeling position. The Jackal positively smirked.
"I think we'll go for a "Frog" tie." He traced a finger over her jawline; "Badgers are notoriously powerful and mean-tempered, and I think that'll give us a good compromise between keeping you from doing anything... "rash", and letting you squirm."
Cindy did her best to keep herself passive, as the Jackal took a thong and tied her right wrist to her upper arm, folding her arm against itself. She caught Sabina looking at her, and the Kitten smiled and winked. Shifting her gaze, she caught Jenka watching; the Jaguar flashed her a quick "thumbs up". Cindy smiled to herself; she knew she had friends, and that gave her strength; she knew she wasn't alone, and she knew these clods couldn't beat her. Resolutely, she suffered the indignation as the Jackal bound her.
The Jackal hummed as he worked; having bound her other arm in a similar fashion, he then looped a thong around her left thumb, and tugged. Cindy was forced to lift her arm until it was perpendicular to her body, her thumb at the nape of her neck. The Jackal then forced her other arm up, and tied the other end of the thong around her other thumb. If she tried to lower her arms, it was going to hurt her thumbs...
The Jackal then similarly tied her ankles to her calves. The Badger lady now had four effectively "shortened" limbs... The Jackal smiled as he walked around her, admiring his handiwork. "Now... only lacks one thing. Open your mouth."
Cindy complied. The Jackal moved around in front of her, and flipped his loincloth to one side; he'd placed a ring-gag over his turgid shaft, and taking her head in both hands, he shoved his cock into her mouth. As the Badger lady uttered a muffled howl of protest he grabbed the hanging straps and pulled them around the back of her head.
In a way, Cindy was glad for the ring gag; the sudden intrusion into her mouth had made her gag, and that had made her instinctively clamp down with her teeth. If the ring gag hadn't been there, she probably would have emasculated the Jackal, and while that wasn't, per se, an objectionable thing for her, she was sure it would have brought rather massive repercussions... Trying to keep from gagging, trying to keep from fighting too much she did her best to endure while the Jackal finished buckling the gag in place. When he'd finished, he pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth, its head poking the back of her throat rudely. She could feel him getting harder and harder with each thrust. "Go ahead, bitch, get my shaft good and wet; 'cause its going in your ass next!"
The Jackal pulled back, and grinning at the guards, who'd moved closer to watch, he gave her a shove. Cindy barely caught herself in time, moving her elbows forward; the position, on elbows and knees, wasn't initially uncomfortable, but she thought, on the hard steel floor, that it would rapidly become so. The Jackal laughed, and brought his open palm down on her ass; "there we go, a nice little bitch for fucking." So saying, he slapped her again, letting his paw trail down over the cleft of her ass. Fingers rudely poked at her asshole, and her cleft. The Jackal seemed disappointed that the latter wasn't wet. Using his fingers to spread her he bent and gave her a long, wet lick, laughing at how she growled and squirmed in return.
"Did that Rolland Fellow you used to belong to, treat you like this? No? Didn't think so. That idiot had no concept of how to treat a slave." The Jackal laughed and moved around behind her; "Did he tie you up every night? Did he make you suck him off three times a day? Did he pass you around to his friends? No? What a wimp! What an idiot! Tell me, Bitch, did he ever do THIS to you?" The Jackal presented the tip of his cock, still slick with her saliva, to her asshole, and pushed. As he sank his shaft into her back passage he reached forward to grab her hair, and pull her back towards him. Grinning he shot his friends a look; "Ah, nothing like a nice tight VIRGIN ass!"
Cindy groaned. Her asshole burned. She felt as if she was about to tear, to rip, to be split asunder. And when the Jackal started vigorously pumping his hips, driving his shaft in and out of her, it was more than she could stand. Bucking as best she was able, she howled out her displeasure. The Jackal only laughed.
Later, when they'd finished with her, Cindy lay in her cell, still tied in the "frog" tie, her thumbs throbbing, her ass burning, and thought about how Roland had treated her. They'd been speaking as if he were dead. Was he? She hoped not. He really hadn't treated her that badly. Oh, she still didn't think she deserved to be a slave, but, if she had to be a slave, she'd rather belong to him, than to any of those bastards. Staring out through the bars, she wondered what her future was to be, now...
Thomas smiled and looked around. His new quarters were MUCH nicer; why, there was even a separate bedroom, his own private bathroom, and even a kitchen. Obviously moving up in the organization had its perks. Throwing his bags onto the bed, he moved into the kitchen, wondering what the previous occupant had left him to eat.
Bradford smiled; "Head of Marketing." The Otter's grin widened; "That means I get to handle ALL the loot! I've already put out feelers about selling our former leaders on the slave market. Working towards an auction that should be QUITE amusing!" After taking a sip of his drink, he looked at the Coyote; "I hear you got Head of Operations! Congratulations!"
Thomas nodded and poured the Otter another glass of wine. "I hear Maintenance is still open."
The Otter shrugged; "Not exactly a critical function. You know as well as I do that Operations is where its at. The Sharp End. They'll find someone for the drudge jobs."
Thomas took another sip and nodded. He was going to have to lay in a different selection of wines; the ones he'd found in the pantry were too dry for his tastes. Ah, well...
Pippyn smiled, and savored the attention. With the Coup, she'd moved up several notches in the organization. Furrs were starting to treat her with the respect she so well deserved. It was nice to walk into the bar, and have someone give up their seat to her. Nice to have the bartender hurry over. Yes, she could get to like this...
Bradford looked from the PADD to the Hyena; "OK, here's the drill. Some of these furrs have "special interests" interested in them. I suspect they'll do quite well at auction, and in order to preserve their value, we've got to keep them in at least decent condition." His gaze shifted to the Vixen, still unconscious in her cell; "That one, that Zassa. There are a couple of parties on Vehnice that have already expressed interest, but one of them has insisted that she be in "pristine" condition, whatever that is. No marks, no scars, no deformities. Other than that, you can do whatever you want with her." Shifting his gaze to Jenka, he grinned, showing fangs; "And you wouldn't believe who's expressed interests in that one."
The Hyena grinned; "I'd imagine every law enforcement agency from here to the Coal Sack, along with the Imperial Fleet."
Bradford nodded; "Well, yes. But there's also been an inquiry from the Crown Prince Himself."
The Hyena's jaw dropped; "Ruprect? How in the hell does HE know HER?"
Bradford shrugged; "Got me, but as near as we can tell, its legit. And that's one buyer we don't want to piss off. So, the same restrictions go for her. No visible damage."
The Hyena just grinned and nodded, his gaze sliding towards the Jaguar.
The Otter grinned; "And speaking of deep pockets..." Turning to Tanj, he smiled coldly; "Dr. Pangborne sends you his greetings. As you might expect, he's really more than a little upset with you. To the point where he's MOST interested in bidding on your worthless hide. Seems he has something special planned for you. Genetic modification experiments, I believe. Very unusual and lamentably, very painful." Turning back to the Hyena, Bradford smiled; "No special instructions for HER. Pangborne doesn't care what he gets, as long as its still breathing. In fact, he's made a few suggestions... But we'll get to those in a bit."
Turning towards Sashi, Bradford pointed; "Now, Pangborne wants this one too, but he says we're to be VERY careful with her. He seems to feel that if we trip her combat responses, it could very well upset all our plans. She stays under lock and key, period. If you have to, fuck her through the bars, but she does NOT get out, does NOT get loose. Understand?"
The Hyena nodded, and turned to look at Bradford. "you've... Been planning this for a while, haven't you? I mean... to have all this lined up, already..."
Bradford just smiled
Jenka smiled at Tanj. The Cheetah looked particularly worried. "Don't let his words frighten you, pet. That Dr. Pronghorn, or whatever his name was, won't get his paws on you. This whole thing'll never get that far."
Tanj turned her head to look at Jenka, her expression one of disbelief.
Jenka just laughed; "What? Do you think this has never happened to me before? This has to be the third... no, the fourth time." She grinned; "it'll fall apart real soon. Running this place is MUCH tougher than it looks!"
Reddick smiled; "Thanks, Boss, I appreciate that! I promise I'll do a bang-up job!"
Bradford watched the Jackal swagger off, and smiled. This was fun. And all these furrs would be beholden to him... Looking down at his PADD, he scowled. "Accounting. Gah, how boring. Who can I stick with THAT job?"
Thomas looked at the ship captains. "You've got your orders? You understand the plan?"
Sleigth nodded; "Simple. Lightly escorted convoy of only a half dozen freighters. No military escorts of any size, just a bunch of deep space fighters."
Bullard nodded; "We charge in, scatter the escorts, take what ships we can, and return."
Thomas nodded, grinning; "Yup. Nice and simple."
Bullard frowned; "Any intelligence updates? Are there any fleet units in the area? Anything special we should be aware of?"
Thomas frowned; "you know, that reminds me; we need to appoint a new head of intelligence..." Looking up at the Minotaur he cleared his throat; "Um, no, nothing that we're aware of. You should have clear sailing."
Nodding, the Captains departed for their ships.
Zassa groaned, and rolled over. Her mouth was as dry as the great Kolfax desert. Sitting up, she looked around. Bars. Blinking she tried to remember... Chris didn't have any bars in his quarters. Had he taken her somewhere, for some game? No, there had been water on the floor, and... Suddenly it all came back.
Sabina saw the Vixen sit up and smiled. At least she still lived. Grinning, she stage whispered; " 'bout time you woke up, sleepyhead!"
Jenka yawned and did what she could to fill in the Vixen, whispering between the cells, when the guards weren't too close. "As I've been telling Tanj, don't worry about it. It'll all work out. Take it as a vacation from normal routine."
At that one, Zassa laughed; "Might be a vacation from normal routine for YOU, but... well, yeah, we might have some fun, if you're sure..."
Jenka just chuckled; "Trust me..."
Tanj listened to the exchange, and fumed. She was still in the cage, and her muscles were starting to cramp bad; she couldn't shift her position more than a few inches in any direction, and the gag was starting to get REALLY old... How could Jenka be so confident? How did she know the new bosses weren't just going to throw them all out the airlock when they were done with them? Sit back and ENJOY it? Not likely!
The arrival of the Hyena, who currently seemed to be running the kennels, was a mixed blessing. Extracted from her cage, Tanj stood, in what seemed like, the first time in days. In a businesslike manner, he bound her paws behind her back, and hobbled her, with the disposable plastic devices ubiquitous to the kennels, and then led her off to the showers. The gag, unfortunately, stayed in.
It was a delight to relieve herself, even if she had to do it with a couple of guards watching. The shower was rough, others using brushes to scrub her fur. And they didn't let her stay in the dryer long enough to get really dry. Then, she was being dragged, by a leash, to a cubicle off from the kennels...
The kennels had its own medical staff; med techs that were capable of handling most minor problems. She didn't like the look of the Fennec vixen in the apron, however; she looked much too... eager. Rough hands lifted her to the examining table, heavy straps threaded across her body to hold her in place, her feet lashed to stirrups, holding her legs widespread over her chest. She could hear the Jackal and the Fennec talking in low murmurs, the female giggling throatily. And then the Jackal was back; "It seems that you've upset many a furr's plans, while you've been here. There are a lot of people quite upset with you, and accordingly, you're going to be punished. In fact, you may come to look forward to the day you're auctioned off, even if it's to that Pangborne guy." The Jackal grinned wickedly; "From this point on, you are demoted. You've been a very clever furr, too clever by far. From this point on, you're just an animal. To be used, to be worked, as others see fit.
The Fennec Vixen lifted an old-fashioned hypodermic; "A gift from Dr. Pangborne." The injection stung. The Vixen chuckled and patted the sore spot; "It'll take a little while to take effect. Dr. Pangborne said that he put many things in that shot, and I'll leave you to figure out what most of them do, but I thought I'd pass on one thing... It seems he's got a new, experimental, self-replicating nanite. Its designed for soldiers, to repair injuries sustained in combat. It needs testing, and apparently that in and of itself is fairly risky. We don't REALLY know what it'll do to you. But if you survive it, in your case, it means we'll be able to do absolutely anything we want to you, and as long as you're heart's still beating, you'll live. We can torture you to the edge of death again and again and again, and you'll still bounce back for more. Unfortunately, it'll take a few days for them to spread through your system; we can't start having our fun today. But in the meantime we have other things to do." She turned, laying out instruments; "I see you have a pair of labial piercings. We're going to expand on that. I've been told that you enjoy sex. Probably much too much. That'll end, now. Oh, I could just cut off your clitoris; that'd most likely keep you from ever having a climax again, but Dr. Pangborne says that he wants as many nerve endings as possible, kept intact, so we're just going to make sure you can't achieve any sort of vaginal penetration." She made a moue; "Oh, I know, that'll disappoint many a furr, but they'll still have your mouth and ass. And you'll still have your clitoris; good place to attach a leash, if you ask me. Or an electrode." She giggled maniacally.
Tanj felt fingers stroke over her sex; the Vixen applying a depilatory cream. Well, piercings she'd had before. She could survive a few more. But what had been in that injection?
The piercing needle stung, but she'd been through worse. six times she felt it run through her labia, three on each side. Then she felt fingers working on her tender flesh, tugging at her. That also hurt, and seemed to last forever, but eventually the Vixen was done. Rising, the Fennec smiled at her; "There you go. Clitoral piercing has been replaced with a nice heavy ring, and you've got four barbells through your outer labia, side to side, holding you closed. No more sex for you, my dear! Now, lets see about re-opening that nose piercing; I've got the most delightfully heavy nose-ring for you...
Tanj lay back on the examining bed; her pussy hurt, her nose hurt, and her head was starting to feel funny. Then the face of the Fennec Vixen filled her sight; "starting to loose it? Well, before you fade out entirely, I thought I'd mention the last of our little "improvements". Animals, you see, walk on all fours. And as you're now officially an animal, that's just what you're going to do. But we're not going to do it with any fancy restraints. No, nothing so cumbersome. We have a more elegant, and permanent solution..." The Vixen grinned and held up a laser scalpel...
Tanj watched in horror as the Vixen cut into the back of her left leg, just above the heel, severing the Achilles tendon. It hurt like hell, but there was surprisingly little blood... Before the Vixen could repeat the procedure on her right leg, Tanj passed out cold.
Jenka looked up as the Hyena stopped by her cell. "OK, bitch time to quit screwing around. Now the fun starts." Reaching down, he unlatched her cell door, and waved for her to come out...
Dynotaku swiveled on his bar stool, and calmly regarded the little procession. Some of the new crowd were leading in Jenka. The Pirate Queen was nude, collared, and bound. They'd set up a set of stocks in the middle of the commons area, and it was to that, that they led her. Leaving her paws bound behind her back, they forced her to bend over, placing her head within the stocks, and locking the top board in place. While one of the group bent to use a spreader bar to hold her legs apart, a second tied the tip of her tail to the upper board of the stocks, and a third forced a leather-padded ring-gag into her mouth. Then, the one called Bradford, attached a pair of nipple clamps to her nipples, and then from them, a chain that supported a sign that said "Fuck Me." Then, smiling, they left. Sipping his drink quietly, the Unicorn watched as the line formed. It seemed that there were an awful lot of furrs that wanted to take advantage of the current situation.
Zassa crawled out of her cell, at the Jackal's behest. It was tempting, very tempting, but somehow she managed to restrain herself from decking him. She knew it would be counter-productive, but it still took every strain of her fiber to keep from doing it. Of course the fact that he'd pulled Sabina out of her cell just before her. The Kitten had shot the Vixen a smirk as if to say; "I'm going to out-do you. Again." Zassa allowed herself to be maneuvered into the line, and added to the coffle. She'd be darned if she was going to let the Kitten out-do HER!
Cindy watched Sabina, and then Zassa, and then it was her turn. She could see the tension in the Vixen's muscles, and figured that if Zassa had held herself in check, she could do no less. Meekly, she followed the Jackal's instructions, and very shortly found herself chained to the Vixen in front of her, by collar, and left ankle.
Andrea tried to complain, tried to object, but still, nothing was coming out; she couldn't make a sound! It took some tugging, and prodding, but finally the Jackal and one of his cohorts had managed to extract her from the cell, and chain her behind the Badger. Angrily she rattled her chains, the loudest protest she could make.
The Jackal looked along the line of slaves and smiled; should be quite a party indeed. Clipping a leash to the collar of the first girl in line he tugged hard.
It didn't take Zassa any time at all to fall into the old rhythm. However, there weren't many experienced slaves in the coffle, and a couple of times they almost all went over. As they stumbled along, she heard a whisper from behind her. Turning her head, she caught a glimpse of Roland's new slave, and had to stifle a chuckle. The look on her face was priceless. Grinning she whispered; "Don't worry about it, Cindy. They're just out to have some fun. Do what they want, and you probably won't get hurt." After a moment she chuckled; "Just watch Sabina and I, and play along. Heck, might even be fun!"
Cindy frowned. Fun? That Vixen was CRAZY!
Jenka smiled to herself as the Okapi came; he'd pulled out of her pussy and his cum sprayed all down her back. Warm, and wet. Somewhere along the line, they'd taken it into their minds to "humiliate" her by covering her in cum. Well, they could try. As her tongue worked over the cock in her mouth, she wondered what the next one would be like? Would he be hung, or small? Would he want her pussy or her ass? Would he make her cum before he did, or just take his pleasure and leave? And how long would it be, before they tired of this and moved on to something else?
Tanj moaned. She hurt. Cracking one eye open, she found herself looking out at bars again. They'd stuffed her into one of the cells in the kennels. At least she wasn't back in that form-fitting cage. Of course, if they'd closed her pussy, she wouldn't fit in that very well, anyways. Rolling over, she found her paws were free, and she levered herself into a sitting position. As she did so, she realized two things. First, her paws were encased in tight leather mitts that kept her paws balled into fists. Couldn't use her fingers. Secondly, her feet didn't seem to be working right... And then she remembered. Turning to look, she saw the sutures... Bending over, she examined herself. Her pussy had been shaven and the bare pink skin looked obscene. Four silver barbell shapes held her outer labia together, and she didn't think she could get as much as a finger between them. At the top of her cleft, a bright, thick, gold ring partially protruded from her tightly clenched lips, and she was sure what THAT went through. All the pain, and probably none of the pleasures. Still, experimentally, she moved one gloved paw down to lightly rub at herself. Well, MAYBE there were possibilities. It wasn't going to be easy though...
Pressing her face against the bars, she tried to see what was going on, in the kennels. The cells opposite her were empty. Someone, down the corridor was speaking, but although she could hear the sounds she couldn't make out what they were saying. With a sigh, she settled back to wait.
Sabina did her best to keep her eyes downcast, but still, she managed to surreptitiously sweep the room. It was full of furrs, apparently, the new elite. On one side of the room, a bar had been set up, and there was also food available. FOOD! Suddenly her stomach was rumbling...
Zassa watched as the Jackal unchained them. Most of the slaves just stood there, uncertain, trembling in fear. Sabina however, when she was released, took two steps, to kneel before a sportily dressed Tiger. Her purr of "How may I serve you, Master" made his eyebrows go up, and the crowd chuckle. Observing that the slave wasn't immediately punished for her impudence, Zassa picked out a Bull from the crowd, and repeated the Kitten's performance.
Cindy watched the Kitten, and then the Vixen, debase themselves, and wondered if she could POSSIBLY do something like that. Then she saw him. The Ocelot was looking just a little out of place, and possibly as nervous as the slaves. Moreover, he didn't look threatening. Moving as gracefully as she could, with her paws bound behind her back, she knelt before him, to repeat the words the Kitten had said. Around him, furrs laughed, and the Ocelot actually seemed to blush. But he didn't chase her away, either...
Andrea shook her head and tried to growl. She'd be darned if SHE'D offer herself to someone. Dang it, she was supposed to be among the victors, not among the vanquished! If she could just TELL someone...! Suddenly something seemed to set her ass on fire, and turning she glared at the Jackal. The Jackal just laughed and brought the quirt down across her breasts; "What's wrong with you, Girly? Too good for us? They've shown you what to do! Behave, or you'll get more of my lash!" Before she could respond, strong arms encircled her from behind, as one of the new elite decided to claim her before anyone else could.
Sabina purrred, as the pirate popped another piece of shrimp into her mouth. He seemed to think it was so cute for her to take food from his fingers like that. 'bina couldn't care less as long as he kept feeding her. Especially when he used that sauce they had for it. She'd be happy if he just dipped his paw into it and let her lick it off...
Zassa smiled as she watched the Kitten. Yeah, she was hungry too, but not nearly as hungry as she was horny. Sandwiched between the Bull and a Black Bear, one in her pussy, the other in her ass, she writhed in ecstasy, making happy little noises as they plowed her senseless.
Cindy licked the Ocelot slowly. She and Roland had "discussed" things like fellatio, and he'd taught her a few things. So far, however, she'd only put them into practice with him. Still, the Ocelot seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit, and while she was slowly teasing him towards an orgasm, no one else was bothering her. The only question was, how long could she keep it up before he lost his load, and what would happen then?
Amelia gagged as the Buck thrust his hips at her, fucking her face hard. Her discomfort didn't seem to matter at all; he was just after his own pleasure, the bastard. Bound as she was, with leather thongs thoughtfully provided by that damned Jackal, there just wasn't anything she could do to stop him, though. And with the ring gag he'd supplied, she couldn't even BITE. As the Buck worked his long, thin cock in and out of her mouth, her anger built to new heights.
Cindy caught sight of the struggling bunny, and nodded sagely to herself. Pausing to slide the Ocelot's shaft as far into her mouth as she could, perhaps a bit further than was comfortable, she sucked softly for a moment, before pulling her head back. Yes, the old, experienced hands at this, Sabina and Zassa, WERE right. Somehow, they'd taken near-control of the situation, and were escaping most of the unpleasantness... Heck, the Kitten was even getting fed. Why, someone had even held up a glass of wine for her to drink! Maybe there were ways to work the system...
Tanj watched the Rat as he came down the corridor. He was carrying a bucket, a bucket obviously full of something. Stopping before her cell, he set the bucket down, and then unlocked her door. "xiysybe" he growled at her. Tanj frowned, and shook her head; "dias uoy tahw dnatsrednu t'ndid ,yrros" <<sorry, didn't understand what you said&rt;&rt; The Rat chuckled; "Isibyycobw" and waved his paw at her, indicating she was to come out. Tanj shrugged and crawled from her kennel. Unable to stand, she shifted to a kneeling position in front of him. The Rat nodded, and pointed to the bucket; "iwobycoxztw" Again, Tanj frowned and shrugged. The Rat nodded, and muttered to himself "wogyxcokyoc bieytobdke cotchw cew". Bending over he pulled a bristle brush out of the bucket, and set it on the floor in front of Tanj. Then, squatting, he took both of her mitted paws in his, placed them on the brush, and moved it back and forth a little, along the floor. Then, releasing her, he pointed up and down the corridor in both directions. Tanj frowned; "?roolf eht hsaw ot em tnaw uoY" <<You want me to wash the floor?&rt;&rt;. The Rat frowned and just made scrubbing motions with his paws, and then pointed at the brush, the bucket and the floor. Tanj sighed and shrugged "os yas uoy ,KO" <<OK, if you say so&rt;&rt;
Maneuvering the brush without fingers wasn't easy, and she dropped it more than once, but eventually she fell into a pattern. As she worked, scrubbing the floor, she wondered just what in the world had been in that shot. It seemed to have scrambled the language center of her brain. She couldn't understand what the rat had been saying. Or maybe they were just playing mind-games with her... She seemed to be still capable of rational thought, but what good was that if she couldn't communicate? As she worked her way down one side of the corridor, she looked into each cell, to see if she recognized anyone.
Sashi sat up, as the Cheetah came into view. "Hello, Mistress! How are they treating you? What have you heard?"
Tanj frowned. The Chocolate pantheress had been about as intelligible as the Rat had been. "?em dnatsrednu uoy naC .uoy dnatsrednu t'nac I ,ihsaS" <<I'm sorry, Sashi, I can't understand you. Can you understand me?&rt;&rt;
Sashi blinked, and then frowned. What language had THAT been in? Looking at the Cheetah, she just shrugged.
Tanj sighed and put the brush down. Stealing a glance at the guards down the corridor, she made a motion as if she were unzipping her skull, and lifting out her brain. She then proceeded to mime tying it in knots, or maybe shredding it, and putting it back in her head. Looking at the startled Pantheress she just shrugged, sighed, and picked up her brush again.
Sashi watched Tanj work her way down the corridor. As she moved, she caught sight of the silver piercings between her legs. More worrisome were the sutures by her heels. She'd heard of that being done to slaves before, and it had always frightened her. As Tanj moved out of sight, she shifted to the back wall of her cell, knees drawn up against her chest. Hopefully things weren't as bad as they were beginning to seem...
Zassa winced as she watched three of the furrs force themselves on the Bunny. It seemed, the more she resisted, the more she fought, and the angrier she got, the more they went after her. She'd have to try and have a talk with her, before too long. Turning her attention back to the Panda she purrrred; "and how may I serve Master?"
Sabina squealed in delight as the Bull bounced her up and down on his thick shaft. The Bovine stood in the middle of the room, his paws around the Kitten's waist, and lifted her up and pushed her down, each stroke driving more and more of his cock into her pussy. As she felt him stretch her with each stroke, she grinned and vowed that if that Vixen could take him, so could she!
Cindy felt the Ocelot cum. Her first inclination was to pull back, but then, forcing herself, she shoved her head forward, taking almost all of his shaft in her mouth. She felt his cum splash the back of her throat, and swallowed hard. Doing it that way, she never really tasted it... As the Ocelot all but collapsed back, his shaft sliding from her mouth, Cindy sat back on her heels and looked around... If she were to keep control, she'd have to pick someone else, and quick. There. That Wolf. He'd already been with a couple of other slaves; maybe he'd be too tired to be aggressive...
Dynotaku rose, and padded towards the stocks. It was nearing shift change, and a good number of the furrs had wandered off, to go prepare for work. Others had largely slaked their lusts on the Jaguar. For the moment, she was alone. Moving around by her front, he dropped his pants. As he moved closer, he used the movement to hide the motion, bringing his drink to Jenka's lips.
Jenka felt the cup touch her lips. Unfortunately there was so much spunk covering her face, she couldn't really open her eyes, but it didn't really matter; she drank greedily. Dynotaku chuckled; "I like to commit random acts of kindness occasionally." As she drank, Jenka cataloged that voice. "Yeah. Root beer. Its gotta be him." "Of course," Dynotaku went on, "No good deed goes unpunished..." As Jenka finished the drink, the Unicorn shifted some, presenting his cock to her muzzle; "And now, for a chaser..."
Jenka chuckled, and teased his shaft with the tip of her tongue. After all, one good deed DID deserve another. aNd she still thought she could teach him a thing or three. Purrring softly, she used all her skill to tease and delight him.
Hinoki had gotten out of his restraints, without problem. It was, after all, his demonstrator model. After a previous unfortunate incident, he'd learned, and learned well. The seemingly sturdy harness had its weak points, the locks would all spring open when tapped in certain locations, and sewn into the harness itself were all sorts of useful things. The only hitch had been the plastic seals the Thylacine bitch had put through the hasps. But when the hasps themselves weren't all that secure in the harness, it had been, all things considered, a minor obstacle. With the harness a heap of scrap, Hinoki had settled down to await developments. Tanj, coming along, scrubbing the floors, had NOT been one of the developments he'd expected.
"lnbe cxbv, umnk obgwbno wbuc?" <<Hey, Tanj, what's going on?&rt;&rt; Tanj looked up at the exclamation. There was Hinoki, pressed against the bars of his cell. Taking a quick glance, up and down the corridor, she dropped the brush and moved close, to give the male a kiss. Hinoki kissed back, fervently, and then pulled back to look at her; "Ecovcy is COBCWEO bocq?" Tanj sighed and shook her head. She pantomined preparing a hypodermic and then giving herself an injection and then made motions to suggest mental derangement. She wasn't sure Hinoki followed what she was trying to tell him. She sighed, turned around and bent way over, her ass thrust towards the bars, to show him her new piercings, and then straightening, pointed at the sutures behind her ankles. Hinoki, if anything looked more confused than ever. Tanj just sighed, shook her head, and whispered "em ot gnihtemos enod ev'yeht ;dootsrednu flesym ekam t'nac I yrroS" <<Sorry I can't make myself understood; they've done something to me&rt;&rt;. Then, as footfalls approached, she again took the scrubbrush in both paws, and started to scrub the floor again. Hinoki rapidly retreated to the back of his cell, and then reappeared again; he plopped something in the bucket, and whispered "cwob ccyow uebco buesc tof eqstpco". Then the guard was walking past, staring hard at the both of them. Tanj concentrated on her scrubbing, pushing the bucket ahead of her.
The guard, a rather mangy looking Ram, paused. He grinned down at the Cheetah male; "She used to be a friend of yours, didn't she?" Hinoki just stared back, not saying a word, trying hard not to betray his emotions. The Ram laughed, dropped a paw into the soapy water, and lifting his loincloth, ran a wet paw up and down over his shaft. Still grinning at Hinoki, he dropped to his knees behind Tanj, and guiding his shaft with one paw, presented it to her asshole. Grunting he shoved it forward, inch by inch, driving it deep into Tanj's bottom.
Tanj grunted, and tried to relax her anal ring. She'd been expecting this, ever since she'd arrived. The Ram put his hands on her hips, holding her to him, holding his shaft deep in her back passage. After a minute he turned and grinned at Hinoki; "I DO love a tight ass." Turning back, he slapped Tanj on the ass; "Who told you to stop working, Slave?" Tanj grunted at the slap. She didn't understand his words, but the intent was clear. Taking the brush in both mittened paws, she started to scrub the floor immediately in front of her.
Hinoki watched as they slowly moved off, the Ram's thrusts driving the Cheetah fem forward a little at a time. Sitting back in his cell he sighed. He knew better than to even vocalize his thoughts; you never knew who was listening in a place like this, especially after a provocation like that, but somebody was going to die for this...
Pippyn smiled, and presented her chit to the guard on duty. The guard looked at it, and grinned; "Signed by Bradford himself, eh? Sure, I'll go get him for you."
John followed the Guard impassively. When the guard stopped, he knelt in