Hard at Work
Hard at Work
Warning: This is not your typical FOX Academy chapter (check those tags out). It's a story I wrote for Joel the Lemur just because he's a great guy, and to try something a little different for me. You may now proceed.
Joel, the Foreign Operations eXecutive's master forger, was in his lab late. The ring-tailed lemur was not actually working, he was trying to bypass the security blocks on his graphics workstation. The FOX Chief of Staff had ordered the blocks placed there because he had caught Joel using the Academy computer to visit a virtual dungeon.
"Academy property is not to be used for your sexual gratification." The big fox had told Joel sternly as he leaned over him. "Even if the Dominatrix is a Treasury Board Auditor."
Joel had cowered beneath the fox's harsh stare, but at the same time he had felt a little excited. The Chief of Staff was a very large and muscular fox with yellow and gold fur. He had an air of confidence and strength that only develops after years of overcoming adversity. He could be very imposing.
That had been several weeks ago. Joel had not had a really satisfying on-line encounter since. Sure, he could use his own computer, but you couldn't buy the kind of equipment the academy had access to, and his measly seventy-two inch screen paled in comparison to the wall-sized, flat-screen, high-density monitor here. He could have gone down to one of the back-street clubs that catered to his type of clientele, but he would probably be recognized by counter-intelligence. They kept a close eye on those places and ring-tailed lemurs in leather harness and chaps tended to be easy to spot. It was hard to get in the mood when the RCMP was peeking in your bedroom window, but not willing to come inside.
He was growing more tired and frustrated by the minute. The blocks had been put on by the Academy's in-house hacker, the arctic fox Kain Algorath. He was one of the best, and bypassing his work was proving to be beyond Joel's abilities. He cursed under his breath as another "Access Denied" screen appeared. Maybe if he went to a proxy server first and then tried to access his porn sites through an anonymizer?
A slight sound in the hallway outside his lab alerted him to the presence of a visitor. His paws flew over the keyboard as he erased the evidence of his efforts. By the time the electronic locks disengaged and the door swung open his screen was displaying a set of foreign documents that he had been given to duplicate earlier.
He looked over his shoulder to see who had come in. One could print their own money with the high-definition graphics and the high-quality printers and paper he used here. So only he and the Academy's most senior staff had access to this lab.
It was Tancred Williams, the Chief of Staff. The big fox stood silhouetted in the doorway, his broad shoulders and tall frame nearly filling it.
"Joel?" He asked. "Is that you?" His eyes must not be adjusted to the gloomy interior yet, Joel thought.
"Yes, it's me Chief." Joel answered. Williams hated being called 'chief', but he had long since stopped trying to break Joel of the habit. As he stepped into the room Joel could see that he was wearing a tight pair of black slacks and a peach-coloured open neck shirt. It was snug enough to outline the fox's powerful chest and trim waist. Curly golden fur spilled from the open vee of his shirt. Joel was fascinated by the way his chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm with each breath.
"It's late Joel. You should head home. That work can wait until tomorrow." Williams said, his voice full of concern.
"Sure Chief. In a few minutes. I just want to save what I've done so far."
"You work too hard Joel." Williams put one of his large paws on Joel's shoulder as he spoke. "You need a hobby."
I had a hobby until you shut it down, Joel thought sarcastically. But warmth was spreading from the shoulder where the Chief of Staff's paw rested and he felt his heart racing.
Williams patted his shoulder. "Get some sleep Joel. I'll see you in the morning." With that he turned and strode from the room.
Joel stared at the closed door for a moment. Why did he always feel short of breath when the big golden fox was near? He didn't feel this way when his mentor, the senior agent Silver was around. He knew the Chief of Staff was gay, everybody did, but that was not it. Joel had few restrictions on what he would do or who he would do it with. He considered himself pansexual. Maybe it was just the attraction to power, both physical and institutional in this case.
Joel stretched and yawned. Maybe the Chief of Staff had a point. It was getting late, and he was so tired he couldn't think straight. Maybe if he closed his eyes for a few minutes and tried to clear his mind the solution to evading the network blocks would come to him. Joel folded his arms and lay his head down on them. Just for a few minutes ...
* * * * * * * *
"Joel ... Joel ...JOEL!"
Joel sat up straight, instantly awake. He was still in his forgery lab. Someone was shaking his shoulder with their paw and calling out his name. He looked at the paw. It was large, and golden. He recognized the voice too. It was the Chief of Staff. God, he thought, what time is it?
Joel glanced at the wall where a digital readout gave the time for ten of the world's major cities, and he froze. It was exactly midnight, but that was not the problem. No, the problem was that he had evidently overcome Algorath's blocks while he was dozing. Instead of documents, the big screen was showing what appeared to be a live steam from someone's dungeon. And it was occupied.
There was a skinny male otter suspended in the middle of the dungeon. His arms and tail were up behind his back and his torso was level with his legs hanging down. The Algerian Crossover, Joel noted, augmented by ankle shackles mounted on a three-foot pole that kept the legs spread. Circling the otter was a bull dressed in black tights, boots, muscle shirt, and mask. His tights were crotch less, and his huge cock hung down. Christ, It's the size of a baseball bat, and it's not even erect yet, Joel marvelled. A slap to the side of head brought him back to his predicament.
"Ouww! Jesus, Chief, did you have to do that?"
Williams swung Joel's chair around and leaned over him ominously. "How many times do I have to tell you not to access this stuff on Academy computers?" He snarled into Joel's face.
Joel began to tremble. Williams was never like this. He was serious and stern sometimes, but never mean or cruel. What could have come over him? Things had been pretty busy around the Academy lately, Joel knew. Maybe the Chief of Staff was feeling a little sexual frustration also?
"I can see that it is time for stricter measures." Williams said as he straightened up. As he stood there beside Joel's chair, head high, shoulders back, arms crossed, hips cocked forward, Joel could not help noticing the size of the bulge outlined by his tight slacks. "Come with me Joel. You need to be disciplined." Williams spun on one heel and strode toward the door without a backward glance to see if Joel was following.
Joel had to run to catch up. He did not want to put Williams in a worse mood by lagging behind. He followed the Chief of Staff out of the support building and into the main headquarters, struggling to keep up. The tall golden fox had a stride twice his length. He expected Williams to head for his office in the senior agent's wing, but he entered the restricted area instead. A moment later and they were in the corridor where the interrogation rooms were.
Joel shuddered. This was where they detained rouge agents and foreign spies they had caught and 'questioned' them. If you could call the drug-induced psychological manipulation they did questioning. What were they doing here, he wondered? At least Williams was not stopping at any of the interrogation rooms. That would just be too freaky, having a disciplinary session in one of the dark, dingy, sound proof rooms. But Joel's skin tingled at the thought.
After passing the interrogation rooms the corridor swung back toward the operations centre. This was more familiar territory for Joel. But before they reached the big double doors that separated the two areas the Chief of Staff stopped in front of a door that Joel could not recall seeing before. Williams took a large antique key from his pocket and unlocked it. He held it open and motioned for Joel to enter.
Joel found himself at the top of a set of stone stairs that disappeared down into the darkness. Williams flicked a switch on the wall and a series of bulbs lit up, illuminating the steps. Williams nudged Joel in the back to get him moving and the two of them descended.
"This is the foundation of the original manor house." The Chief of Staff explained. "It was almost a castle. Before this became government property it was a hobby farm for a mining company owner. They used to mine mica around here, and they still pull gold and other precious metals out of the ground up the Ottawa Valley."
Joel was wondering what all that had to do with his punishment for unauthorized use of government property. Had they moved the IT Security section down here now that Algorath was running it? If they were monitoring him that's where the evidence of his transgressions would be. He probably gets all the new computer equipment now that he's the Chief of Staff's favourite, Joel thought jealously. He suddenly realized that they had stopped in the middle of a dark open space. Williams was standing behind him, close behind him.
"Hold up your arms and spread your legs a little." Williams commanded.
Joel complied automatically because he was used to the myriad security checks and devices in use at the Academy. He waited for a laser body scanner or ultrasonic signal detector to go into operation. He felt the Chief of Staff moving behind him and then there was a sudden weight on his ankles. As he looked down to see what it was his paws was grabbed and pulled back. Something tightened on his wrists. He tried to bring his arms down in front of his face, but they came up short. He heard a clatter of metal above him and realized that he was cuffed to a chain attached to the ceiling. He wanted to turn and confront Williams but his feet were restrained too. The room suddenly felt very empty
"Mister Williams? Chief ... of Staff? Hello?"
He was alone, but not for long.
He heard a door open and close again. Next came the scrape of a match being struck. Its flame illuminated the snout and eyes of the Chief of Staff. The big fox held the match to the wick of an oil lamp ant it burst into a smoky yellow flame. He trimmed the wick until the flame was mostly blue and then covered it with a globe that was mirrored on one side, to double the amount of light being thrown into the room.
Williams stepped back into the cone of light the lamp was casting and Joel gasped. The Chief of Staff had changed his clothes for something a little more ... provocative. His shirt was gone, replaced by leather cross straps held in place with chrome rings. It did nothing to hide the bulging muscles on his chest and arms. Even through the fur Joel could see how they rippled as Williams moved to light a second oil lamp. His tight black slacks had been replaced by a black leather jock strap and cup. The cup had a little red heart embossed on it. Black knee-high boots with chrome buckles completed the ensemble.
Joel tore his eyes from the Chief of Staff to check out his own situation. Not that there was some light he could see that his wrists were trapped in padded leather cuffs that were indeed connected by a light chain. The chain went up and trough an iron ring mounted in the ceiling. His ankles were restrained in a wooden device with a crank handle. Turning the handle would separate the two halves along a track embedded in the floor. Oh-oh, he thought, a Salem Separator, first used at the Massachusetts witch trials.
The room itself looked like a dungeon, but not the kind you find in some Dominatrix's suburban apartment, a real one. The floor, walls and ceiling were all made of rough stone. The two doors, the one they entered by and another opposite it, both looked like they were made of solid oak beams and cast iron spikes. There were several more iron rings mounted around the room, some with chains and shackles hanging from them. A number of them were stained red. Was that rust or ... Joel felt a chill go down his spine. Probably just rust, he told himself.
And of course there was a wooden rack full of whips, switches, clamps and pokers. There was even a pile of coal waiting to be lit in an iron cauldron to heat the pokers in. Joel prayed that Williams was out of matches. Having finished with the lamps, the Chief of Staff was busy inspecting these devices.
"Uh ... Chief?" Joel's voice came out in a squeak. "Just what did you have in mind?"
"You need to be disciplined Joel." Williams replied absently, intent on oiling the mechanism on a testicle clamp. "I think a little personal counselling in is order."
"You could put a written warning on my file, or even knock me down a pay grade. I don't mind, really."
"Oh, we don't need to resort to drastic measures just yet Joel." The Chief of Staff turned to him, a riding crop in one paw and a curved knife in the other. "Think of this as alternate conflict resolution."
Joel's mind worked desperately as he writhed in the restraints. "Don't I have the right to a union representative at any, uh, disciplinary proceedings?" He cried desperately.
"Well, of course you do." A new voice came from behind him, a voice he somewhat recognized. "That's why I am here, mon chéri." Now he was certain. It was Mademoiselle Chienne-Caniche, the Director's secretary and body guard. Joel had forgotten that the busty black and white canine was the shop steward for the Academy support staff.
Miss CC, as she was called, was a white poodle with four black patches, a colouration commonly known as a 'party poodle'. She had a patch on each ear, and was rumoured to have two more on her buttocks, one on each cheek, so to speak. She was full figured, with a trim waist and those long poodle legs that go on forever. Miss CC had a body that would not quit, or even accept a tie, and she liked to show it off. No one wore shorter shorts, tighter skirts or showed more cleavage than her. Joel wondered what she was wearing to this occasion.
He could hear the 'tip-tap' of her heels as she approached from behind him. It was a sound most of the Academy was familiar with, and had been known to cause spontaneous ejaculation in younger males. Miss CC was a party poodle in more ways than one, and most of them had fond memories to visualize.
Joel swallowed hard as she came into view. Miss CC was wearing a red silk corset that started just below her ample breasts and ended level with the tops of her hips. Matching mesh stockings were held up with elastic garters half way up her thighs. Her shoes were red also, blood red, and had spike heels at least four inches tall. The only other thing she was wearing was a toothy grin.
Poodles don't shed, their fur keeps growing until it is cut, and that gave her an excuse to visit the stylist regularly. As Miss CC passed close to him Joel could see that she had kept a tuft of fur on each wrist and ankle, a mane around her neck, a pompom at the end of each ear, and another on the tip of her tail. The rest of her body had been freshly shaved, leaving only a layer of fur as fine as peach fuzz. Her nipples and her sex stood out pink against the white. Joel also saw that the rumours about her blackened buttocks were true, the two ebony orbs ground against each other with each step she took toward the rack where the whips and flails were kept.
Williams stepped behind Joel and pulled the collar of the lemur's lab coat and shirt into a bunch. He slid the curved blade between the material and Joel's neck. The touch of steel made Joel's fur stand up on end. Fortunately the cutting edge was on the concave side of the blade, and Williams used it to slit both shirt and coat in one swipe. Now who was going to pay for that? Joel moaned to himself. That coat was Academy property and he was damned if he would replace it at his expense.
The Chief of Staff continued to dissect Joel's clothing, occasionally loosing a tuft of lemur fur here and there, while Miss CC assembled something across the room. By the time that Joel was hanging naked, arms still raised to heaven, she was done. She turned, a brown bundle of leather straps filling her arms, and approached him. She stopped just in front of him and unrolled the bundle of straps. Taking two loose ends, she reached up to thread them through a pair of rings on the ceiling. She had to stand on her toes and stretch to reach them. Doing so brought her breasts against Joel's face, and her hardened nipples almost put out his eyes. If the preparations had her this excited, what would she be like once the action started, he wondered? Then he swallowed hard as he remembered just who the main attraction was in this little circus maximus was.
After hanging the contraption up she spread it out and arranged it. It had more loose ends and Joel confirmed that there were corresponding rings in the ceiling for them too. Mixed in amongst the straps and bands were restraints and buckles to adjust them. Joel tried to imagine what it would look like when it was hung up properly. The image he formed was vaguely familiar to him, something he had seen on line maybe ... Oh my God! The Hapsburg Sling!
Joel remembered reading about the Hapsburg Sling now. It dated back to the dawn of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, when it was used to torture rivals to the throne, just for fun. The leather straps suspended and restrained the victim while providing access to the, uh, tender areas. It was commonly used to facilitate rape. The deadly genius who designed it had added another twist, so to speak. If the victim resisted, their movements and gravity would tighten the sling, helping to still the prey. Eventually it would grow so tight that their bones would snap and their lungs would cease to expand. Death came slowly, but the torturers usually came quicker, and thus had time to release the victim, usually.
Williams released the cuffs on Joel's wrists from their chain. He pulled Joel's arms roughly behind his back and linked the cuffs together, trapping Joel's paws behind him. Williams then produced a wide leather collar. It had two loops of leather, one larger than the other. The big fox put the larger loop around Joel's neck and tightened the buckle. He grabbed Joel's thick ringed tail and forced it into the smaller loop. He pulled Joel's tail up hard with one paw and tightened the smaller loop around it. Now Joel's tail was trapped too, and he felt the chilly dungeon air on his exposed buttocks.
The Chief of Staff Bent Joel over at the waist and held his torso horizontal so Miss CC could position the sling. Joel struggled, but the fox held the smaller lemur easily. Joel could feel how hard Williams' arms and abs were as the big fox cradled Joel against his golden fur. Another shiver went through him. Williams hugged him tighter. To keep him from struggling, perhaps.
Miss CC moved around the two of them, adjusting the straps on the sling. At one point she was leaning against Joel's face, her cushiony ass squeezing his head against Williams' tummy. A moment later and she was behind him, her warm groin pressed to his chilly butt. When the straps were all attached to her satisfaction she signalled the Chief of Staff to release the lemur, and Joel felt the sling tighten as it took up his weight.
Behind him, he sensed Miss CC moving around. A second later he heard the sound of a crank turning and his feet began to move apart; she was operating the Salem Separator. As his legs parted Joel's butt lowered, and separated. He tried to keep the cheeks together, but it was difficult to do. Straining made the sling tighter, and that had to be avoided. The only way to survive the deadly embrace of the Hapsburg Sling was to relax, relax and take whatever your torturer threw at you. Joel shook with fear, and the sling tightened a bit more. I've got to stop doing that, he thought desperately.
Joel breathed deeply to calm himself and tried to relax. He willed his blood pressure to decrease and tried to slow his heartbeat. It seemed to be working, until he saw Williams standing by the equipment rack. The big fox had his back to Joel. The leather straps that formed an 'X' in the centre of his broad back only helped to highlight the large shoulder muscles and the slim, tight waist. Joel's eyes followed the line of Williams' spine down to where the fur became wispy, just above the tail. The leather jockstrap the Chief was wearing had just a single thin strap that split his butt and then divided into a 'V' to pass on each side of his tail and over his hips. Standing there, his weight on one leg and the other slightly bent, his glutes and thighs looked like they had been carved by Michelangelo. Joe's heartbeat sped up again.
The Chief of Staff turned back to face Joel, the riding crop he had been examining earlier back in his paw. He had a small whip in the other, the kind with multiple flails on the end of a long stalk. They looked to be made of soft suede. Williams tossed to whip to Miss CC. How much could suede hurt, Joel wondered? A second later he had his answer.
Although the sling enfolded him, it was made up of a grid of straps that left large areas of the victim exposed. Miss CC chose one of them and swung the whip. Turning her wrist just as the flails reached the end of the arc added more momentum to them, and they snapped like little bullwhips, all around Joel's left nipple. It felt like being stung by a dozen bees all at once. Joel yelped, and twitched. The sling's embrace tightened a little bit more.
Miss CC strode up one side and down the other, seeking tender spots to tickle with her whip. Joel bit his lip and tried to keep still as the shock of each sting shot through him. She struck with no particular pattern. She rarely hit the same place twice, and never hard enough to do more than redden the skin beneath his fur. Sometimes it hit three times within a couple of seconds, and then there would be a long pause between each impact. The anticipation of the next strike was almost as painful as the bite of the whip itself.
The only part of him that she was avoiding was his legs and rear. It became obvious why when Williams moved behind him. Joel felt the sharp crack of the riding crop across one butt cheek. The sting lingered even as the leather rod came down on the opposite cheek. It landed on his thighs next, and then his calves. By the time the sting had faded from his bum it returned, striking at a new angle. Williams continued, progressing down Joel's legs before returning to the top each time.
Within a few minutes Joel's skin was tingling all over and his blood was rushing through his veins. He had never felt like this, not when he was just reading about it, or watching videos of it on the internet. It hurt ... but at the same time it was ... liberating. Liberating, but not relaxing. The expert whipping from the Parisian party poodle and the artful handling of the riding crop were keeping him tense. That and wondering what the fox and poodle would do next.
Miss CC was speaking to him now, telling him that he was a bad lemur. Behind him Williams was swearing, listing Joel's transgressions and shortcomings in time with the crack of the crop. A passion welled up in him that Joel could hardly contain, a desire to please those who now controlled his fate.
"Yes, yes." He cried. "I am a bad lemur. I have done terrible, terrible things. I deserve to be punished."
"You do, do you?" Williams snarled. "What makes you think that you have earned the right?"
"Nothing ... anything." Joel gasped. "I mean, I'll do anything ... anything you ask. I need to be punished."
"Anything?" The Chief of Staff asked in a wicked tone. Joel felt the rough surface of the riding crop slide along his balls and tried to suck them back into his pelvis. He almost succeeded. He suddenly realized that the sling left more than his ass exposed. His penis was hanging down too, untouched, so far.
"Anything." Joel said in a small voice and cringed in anticipation of the crop striking between his legs.
Instead, the whipping and beating stopped. The Chief of Staff lifted Joel and took his weight off the sling and Miss CC loosened it a bit before they lowered him again. He could breathe a little easier now. He heard something strike the floor under him and he looked down. The Chief's jockstrap and cup lay there, the little red heart staring up at Joel. He risked a quick look between his legs. Williams was standing a metre or two behind him. He had a tube of lube in one paw and was stroking his penis with the other.
It was a very large penis, in proportion with the large, muscle-bound fox. It glistened in the flickering lamplight as the oily lubricant spread. In seconds it was hard, and Williams let go of it. Joel saw it sway back and forth as the Chief approached, until he was so close that only his fuzzy balls were still visible hanging behind Joel's own. He felt the Chief's paws on his ass. They pulled his buttocks even farther apart. The cool dungeon air made the skin around his tailhole pucker, or maybe it was instinct.
"Ac-actually Ch-chief," Joel stuttered, "when I said 'anything' I didn't really meaaooh-my God!"
Something meaty and warm had just split Joel in two, and more was coming. His eyes and mouth made three perfect circles as wave after wave of sensation wafted up from below. The further in the hot rod penetrated the more intense the sensations became. It seemed to last forever, and Joel could not believe that it could go on so long.
He felt something solid against his butt, and realized that it was the Chief's pelvis. An instant later the contact was gone, and his tailhole was pulled outward as the thick cock was drawn from him. His hole bulged as the head of Williams' cock threatened to leave him, but the fox paused there, and gave Joel a resounding smack on the ass before driving his prick back into the little lemur.
Miss CC had not been idle. She had gone to a darkened corner of the room and returned with a wooden stool. She placed the stool right in front of Joel's face while he was still speechless from the sudden rush of sensations the Chief of Staff was providing. Now she climbed on top of it and sat with her legs spread, her sex agape. She slid forward on the polished wood and Joel had to scrunch his neck to keep from suffocating between her thighs. Even that slight movement made the sling tighten. She reached down, grabbed his head by the ears, and pulled his face against her groin.
"Lick it, you naughty little lemur." She crooned sweetly. "Make me cum ... or else." Her voice took on a nasty tone at the end.
Joel licked desperately. He lapped at her wet cunt like it was ice-cream, sucked at her clit like it was a straw. He tried to remember everything that he had ever read about cunnlingus. Then he tried to work all of those tips into what he was doing. He ran his tongue up and down inside her swollen pink lips. He twirled it around her clit, tickling its base. He flicked it back and forth, up and down, and in circles. He must have gotten at least some of it right, because the moisture level was increasing, and she was pressing herself hard against his mouth. She was moaning encouragement to him, and was obviously enjoying it.
The Chief of Staff, what an appropriate title, he thought, feeling a little giddy, was still pounding him from behind. Williams was speaking again, but he wasn't calling Joel a bad lemur anymore.
"Oh, yeah. Oh yes. That is sooo sweet." The fox said between slaps to Joel's ass. "Give me enough quarters and I could ride this pony all day."
Joel suddenly realized that he was reacting to what was happening to him. His prick had gotten hard as a rock and his balls ached for release. Every passage of the Chief's massive cock sent new shockwaves into Joel. There was a tender spot inside there, and the pressure on it was translated directly to Joel's penis like electricity. It grew a bit harder, stood out a bit further, but how long could this go on? It felt like he was going to explode, literally.
Miss CC had released his ears and was holding onto the stool as her hips bucked against his face. She wasn't moaning or threatening him now, she was gasping for breath. Behind him Williams had stopped slapping his buttocks and had both paws on Joel's hips as he drove his prick deeper and deeper at an ever increasing pace. Their combined efforts were lifting Joel's weight from the sling, and it loosened enough for Joel to rotate his hips, adding a little twist to the Chief's piston-like pulsation. But he wished that it was loose enough for him to reach his own cock. If he did not get some relief there soon he was afraid that the tubes connecting his balls and prick would burst.
Maybe Williams could read his mind, maybe he just knew that Joel was ready. Whatever the reason, Joel felt the large strong paw of the Chief wrap itself around his cock. It was still slick from the lube he had spread on his own prick, and Joel's prick slid easily in the fox's firm grip. Once, twice, three times was all that it took.
"Aghhhhh ..." Joel grunted as his balls kicked up and a wad of spooge that felt like a burning meteor passed from them, through his cock and burst out the tiny hole in its tip. His butt clenched as the orgasm made Joel implode.
"Take it, bitch, take it." Williams almost screamed as he held his hips against Joel's ass and his cock shuddered. Liquid fire filled Joel an instant later. The sensation coincided with another burst of cum from the lemur's prick. Williams continued to stoke him as more shots followed.
Joel only paused for a second in his ministrations to Miss CC. The vibrations that started in his balls magnified as they reached his head, making his tongue fly across her clit madly. It was enough to finish the carnal canine off. She threw her head back, yipped, and thrust her twat against him as fresh moisture poured forth. Joel was forced to swallow it down to prevent asphyxiation.
They stayed like that for a while, although for how long, Joel could only guess, having lost all sense of time. Eventually though the Chief of Staff stopped stroking Joel's now limp cock and pulled his own wilted wang out. Miss CC took that as a signal to release the lemur's head from between her dripping thighs. She stretched languidly before putting the stool back in its corner, returning with a couple of towels. She threw one to Williams and used the other to wipe herself off.
The sling had become uncomfortably tight again during their orgasms, but Joel suspected that he would released now that he had been properly 'punished'. So he was surprised when they merely adjusted it and left him hanging there while they returned to the equipment rack.
"Uh, Chief? Chief of Staff? Miss CC?" They ignored him. Williams, still wearing only the leather cross-straps on his torso, was down on one knee, strapping something onto the poodle's hips. Joel could see how the sweat and other fluids had matted the fur around his groin, and how it somehow made him look even more naked. His cock, recently pulled from Joel's bum, hung down, but it was not as limp as Joel had expected. In fact, it seemed to be rising before his eyes.
"Mister Williams? It's getting really, really late, and I have to work in the morning. You know, for you?" Joel pleaded, but to no avail. Williams approached him and stood a metre away, his re-inflating cock almost level with the floor now, while Miss CC made some final adjustments to whatever it was she had put on.
"This is only half time Joel." Williams said, with a sparkle in his eye. "We're just changing ends." He gave Joel a smile and pointed down at his rising cock. It was even longer than before, if that was possible, and Joel was afraid that he may still die of asphyxiation. Just then, Miss CC stepped out from behind Williams, and Joel did stop breathing.
She had strapped on a dildo, a hard, red, rubber one, not so unusual given the setting. The problem was its proportions. The dildo was at least a foot long, and four or five inches wide. It had raised knobs at random points and all around. Miss CC was pouring some creamy substance onto it and rubbing it in with a paw that was not big enough to encircle it. Even the Chief of Staff's paws would not be big enough to go all the way around, not by a long shot. Where the hell did she expect to stick that thing, Joel thought incredulously. But he knew where, and he shivered in dread.
Miss CC had finished rubbing the cream into the huge dong. She capped the bottle it had come from and held it up for Joel to see. The label read "Franc's Thick and Spicy Killer Hot Sauce".
"This is going to burn Joel." She assured him.
"Mother!" Joel squeaked.
The two senior members laughed together at that, but they were not to be dissuaded. Miss CC put the bottle on the rack and sashayed back at a leisurely pace. Williams stepped closer to Joel's face and lowered the knob of his prick until it was level with Joel's tightly clamped mouth.
"Say 'Ah', Joel." The fox snickered as he swung his hips toward the lemur.
Suddenly, the room was flooded with artificial light.
"What the hell is going on here?" A deep, powerful voice demanded.
Joel swung his head and craned to see, risking the tightening of the sling. The door he and Williams had come in through stood wide open and harsh white light from the stairway was pouring inside. A figure stood silhouetted in the doorway, and Joel rejoiced. The silhouette matched the voice he had recognized. Silver, the Academy's senior agent, and almost an uncle to Joel, had interrupted their little plan to serve up split lemur with cream of fox sauce.
"Silv-erg!" Joel called as the Hapsburg sling tightened around him. It was so snug now that he could no longer draw fresh air into his lungs. His face turned red, then purple, and finally pale blue as the three larger mammals faced off. His vision faded from the edges in, with tiny dots swimming in front of his eyes as the world slowly went black.
Silver saw his predicament and shoved the other two aside to get to Joel. He pulled a double edged fighting knife from his sleeve and slashed the straps binding Joel's torso. How he did it without slicing off a little bit of lemur Joel did not know, but he was grateful. He sucked air into his lungs and waited for the spots to disappear from in front of his eyes.
Silver spun to face the other two. He was wearing a tuxedo and black bow tie. He must have just come back from some embassy ball, Joel supposed. Joel could feel the anger coming off the silver fox. Oh, they are going to get it now, he told himself.
"What the Christ do you two think that you are doing?" Silver said. Williams, although much larger and stronger than Silver, looked sheepish. Miss CC just stared at the floor and shuffled her feet. Joel grinned. My hero, he thought.
"A Hapsburg Sling?" Silver swept a paw back toward Joel in emphasis. "A dildo built for a gorilla?" He pointed at the knobby red death dong. So that's where he had seen that model before, Joel recalled now. "And from the looks of him you've already whipped him, beat him and raped him." The contempt dripped from Silver's words. Joel had never seen him this pissed before, not at someone else anyway. He wondered what the deadly old fox would do next.
"You were supposed to wait for me, you pricks." Silver whined. Say what? A lump rose in Joel's throat.
"Aw, Silver. You never get back from those parties until almost dawn, and he was there all helpless and all ..." Gold began.
"Never mind." Silver said curtly. He removed his tuxedo jacket and threw it on the stool. "You are just a greedy bugger, Tancred, that's what you are." He pulled off his shirt. Joel had a good view of the scars that criss-crossed his back. He knew that there was a matching set on Silver's chest. Not that he cared to see them, not anymore, not like this.
Silver had removed his shoes, socks and pants. His silver tail, with a lone tuft of jet black fur at its tip, swayed to and fro as he stood on one foot then the other to remove his shorts. Fully naked, silver spun to face the helpless lemur. Joel's eyes went wide in shock again and the swirling dots re-appeared before his eyes as he began to pass out.
Silver must have been injured more than he had let on in the clutches of the evil Colonel Sun, one part of Joel's mind whispered as another part screamed - Silver had an artificial penis, an eighteen inch-long, two inch-wide, articulated, silver penis!
"Joel." He heard someone call through the growing darkness. "Joel!"
* * * * * * * *
"Joel ... Joel ...JOEL!"
Joel sat up straight, still groggy. He was in his forgery lab, the big screen was filled with images of foreign documents. Someone was shaking his shoulder with their paw and calling out his name. He looked at the paw. It was large, and golden. He recognized the voice too. It was the Chief of Staff. God, he thought, how did I get back here? What time is it?
Joel glanced at the wall where a digital readout gave the date and time for ten of the world's major cities, and he froze. It was just approaching midnight of the same day that he had been working late. Had the Chief of Staff changed the clocks to fool him? What would be the point?
"Are you all right, Joel?" Williams asked, concern evident in his voice.
Before answering, Joel did a quick inventory. He was wearing the clothes, the ones that Williams had cut from his body, but they were intact. There were no lingering aches from the whip or riding crop. His fur was dry and clean. He wiggled his butt, hoping that the lab coat hid his action. Nope, all normal down there. He sighed, mostly in relief, but with a tinge of regret too.
"I'm fine Chief." He told the big fox, patting the paw that rested on his shoulder. "I must have been having a bad dream." Did he feel the paw squeeze back in response?
"I'll say." The Chief of Staff stood close behind the seated lemur, putting both paws on Joel's shoulders. "You were squirming and struggling and you cried out 'No Silver, make it go down'. Do remember what it was about?"
"Eh, no. Not at all." Joel answered hastily.
"You really are working too hard Joel." The golden fox said as he squeezed Joel's shoulders gently. "It's too late to catch a bus home now though. I'll tell you what." He said enthusiastically as he spun Joel's chair around so the lemur faced him. "Why don't you stay here tonight? We have a rest area in the basement, below the interrogation rooms, sort of a lounge for the senior staff. Somewhere to go and unwind after a hard day. It's too late for me to head over to my chalet in the hills, and I could use a rest too. Why don't we head down there?"
Joel looked hard at the Chief of Staff and tried to recall everything he had ever read about precognitive dreams. Had it been a warning? Might even half of what he had dreamed possibly happen?
"It's sort of like a recreation room you guys have down there?" He asked in a deadpan voice.
"Yes, you could say that."
"Do any of the other staff use it?"
"Mademoiselle Chienne-Caniche comes regularly," I'll bet she does, popped into Joel's mind as Williams continued, "and Silver drops by occasionally, just to gab his cue and sink a couple of balls. We have a pool table. You should try it." The chief of Staff smiled down on Joel as he waited for the lemur's reply. A curly tuft of fur was peeping out of the vee of Williams' tailored, form-fitting shirt.
Joel reached behind him and shut of the screen and the computer with a couple of flicks of his paw.
"I'm game. Lead the way Chief."