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*Disclaimer: This story contains (and is a vehicle for) extreme fetishes and kinks including but not limited to: bondage, breathplay, drug use, rape, torture, and snuff. This story is not about good, consensual BDSM. _ You have been warned _. Enjoy. ;)

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*Part 1: Fracture *

The crash of metal on stone told Jianna her captors had returned. Not that she knew what they looked like in the first place, but the subsequent muted clinking of chains meant she was probably being moved further than the pit. That was her name for the torture chamber she had been spending some quality time in recently. Jianna tried to breathe in and shake off the mental cobwebs but the molded plastic wolf-cock nestled firmly in her muzzle hampered her effort. A first attempt at speech was shut down by the knot of her gag suddenly swelling in response to her tongue tensing, straining her jaw and the straps around her head before shrinking as she relaxed her throat. Jianna worked her jaw to ease the pain, but a strap around her muzzle kept her mouth shut tight around the intruding phallus. Sniffing quickly to get her bearings she smelled the damp mustiness of her cell mixed with sweat, dried bodily fluids and the subtle musks of the newcomers. Newcomers, plural, she confirmed as she sampled the new scents. Only one wolf had come before to escort her for her torture sessions. So what changed? Jianna grasped at the train of thought only for it to slip away into a murky haze.

She could make out two variations on a similar aroma with a third, much more powerful wash of scent overpowering the others The murmur of voices confirmed at least three of the bastards in heated, though muffled, conversation before the creak of the cell door's hinges drowned them out. Gods she hated this hood... but it meant she didn't have to see what 4 days of "involuntary debriefing" had done to her once-stunning figure. The tape over her ears felt like a recent addition, put there after they knocked her out following her last coerced discussion. She couldn't hear a damn thing, and it was starting to irk her. Silly, that in circumstances this dire she could focus on something so trivial...

Central Command had no issues using its SpecOps troops in ways that it thought best suited them, both mentally and physically. Jianna figured that if a 3-year SpecOps stint was in the cards, she might as well as make use of her natural talents and have a little fun on the side. Besides, whether or not her fellow division members admitted it, the majority got a real kick out of the cloak-and-dagger part of the job. As long as they didn't get caught, that is. Jianna fancied herself a true master (mistress, perhaps...) of the honeypot, with the requisite eye-catching figure. The lustful glances her fellow cadets often threw her way back in basic would tend to confirm this, and she wasn't against the occasional barracks fling with a few preferred partners. Her cadet unit had been primarily felines, with two other tigresses like Jianna. Both of whom had, at some point, stared into her fiery green eyes and begged to be sent over the edge. Time to pay attention, not daydream.

An involuntary groan forced its way past Jianna's gag as she finally shook herself back to alertness and the memories of the previous day (was it even daytime?, she wondered) surfaced. She'd cracked. There wasn't much else to say. All her interrogation resistance training negated by a drugged IV drip, a strobe light or a dozen, and--judging by the welts making their presence known on her back--what must have been a bullwhip. Oh, and pulling a train on eight or nine wolves. That might have had something to do with it.

Jianna tried to sit up on the rags that passed for a bed in her cell, but her neck only made it about ten centimeters before a leather collar chained to a loop on the floor jerked her back down. Muffled laughter ensued as she recovered from the shock, and she tried not to imagine the black-purple bruise now forming on the front of her neck. Apparently, she had also been restrained while out cold, a situation previously reserved only for upcoming torture sessions. Movement, Jianna quickly discovered, was next to impossible, with her elbows shackled just above the joint and pinioned at her sides to a wide, pliable belt around her midriff. Wrist cuffs linked to the same belt held her hands together above her crotch, providing Jianna with her only source of modesty. Her ankles were fastened to each other and to another loop on the floor while additional leather bands above her knees kept her legs bundled tightly together. A wave of cold air from outside the cell washed over her exposed breasts, their soft, thin fur matted with dried ejaculate and drool and stinking of wolf-musk. Her nipples began to perk appreciably in the cold, to a muffled whistle from one of her captors. She reached down to her crotch to find more matted fur and the hardened remnants of her gang rape. Jianna shuddered at the memory of each intimate violation but found her loins growing uncomfortably warm at the thought. So they wanted her disoriented on the ground, but not begging at their feet. That didn't bode well.

Jianna shifted her weight again and the dull ache in her buttocks blossomed into a fiery lance of pain that shot up her spine and threatened to drag her back down into oblivion. If she was bruising that easily, she decided, the blood thinner must not have had time to leave her system since her last "interview." Which meant less than a few hours had passed, and her captors were back for more. Hopefully they would be kind enough to avoid beating her unconscious with a framing stud this time.

As she slipped back down into the murky depths of unthinking sleep a sharp prick on her left shoulder meant she wasn't getting off so easily. Reality returned with a blaze of light as her hood was ripped off and the stim-shot took effect, revealing her captors at last. The stronger musk was immediately attributable to a gruff, muscular canid pushing two meters tall with lengths of chain draped across his shoulders, open cuffs gleaming in the harsh light. Clearly the hired muscle for today. The remaining similar scents matched to a thin, wiry wolf sporting an amber tactical eye implant and another wolf, all but this one's snout hidden deep in the folds of a long, hooded cloak. The hooded one gestured, and the muscle stepped over to her and savagely ripped off the tape covering her ears, unmuting her surroundings. Before she could try to adjust to the increased sensitivity as her ears unfolded the muscle cuffed her hard across the muzzle, sending spots swirling across her vision. The warmth slowly trickling down the side of her mouth pulsed in time with both the new slice under her left eye and the pricks of agony from her ears where the fur had been ripped out or the cartilage torn. Jianna tried to curse but the gag swelled again, cutting her off with an added electric shock delivered with the tip of the dildo against the back of her throat. A quick glance at the implanted wolf amid the shock-induced gag reflex was telling, as he blinked a few times and the shocks ceased before the gag shrunk to its previous size. This time, though, the knot stayed inflated and another quick set of blinks from the thin wolf retracted the shaft of the plastic phallus into the body of the knot, freeing her tongue. Her next attempt at speech drew a raised eyebrow and threatening glance from the computer-assisted henchwolf, and she abandoned the attempt as futile.

Pleased, or at least satisfied with her subservience, the implanted wolf glanced at the hooded figure, who nodded almost imperceptibly. At this signal, the implant flared to a light blue as its wearer stiffened, and Jianna seized up in abject terror, for she now faced the facility's central AI. Naturally, the one she had been assigned to kill, if you were of the opinion you could kill something that was built, not born. A rasp of synthesized voice and the wolf's own joined to query: "You are Jianna Edsoran, Special Operator 1st Class, Serial No. 2673409. Is this correct?" Jianna again tried to speak, to plead, to beg, anything, only to fall silent at a stiff glare from the AI as the implant flashed red. "Better. Now you at least learn restraint. I repeat, you are Jianna Edsoran, Special Oper-" The AI trailed off and the implant faded back to blue as it saw Jianna gently nodding her head as far as her collar would allow. "You did knowingly violate the terms of armistice and infiltrate recognized sovereign territory? Again, a gentle nod. "You did deceive biometric identification with samples acquired from a deceased host?" A very small nod, this time. "You did assassinate Consort Je'Hala and dispose of the body in order to obtain said samples?" No response. "You did then assume the identity of the Consort Je'Hala for a period of 1 week and 3 days, culminating in your intrusion attempt in the Western Wing of the Citadel?" Jianna laid her head down and stared at the cell ceiling, trying to lose herself in the depths of a lighting panel. "You did engage in combat with, with intent to kill or maim, the guards in the Western wing of the Citadel following your exposure?" Jianna began mewling softly through her gag as her eyes began to water. The AI's voice shifted and strained, the chiphead wincing in pain behind the control of the computer. "And you did engage in active conspiracy to delete a Machine Person, recognized by international law, and all related backups and network links so as to ensure permanent destruction?" Jianna attempted to pull herself together only to devolve into a moaning, quivering wreck, drooling uncontrollably past her gag and soaking the side of her face. Between her bonds and the mental stress of being faced with the abomination that had scoured the three nearest sectors in a genocidal rampage, some deep part of Jianna's subconscious might almost forgive her for cracking again. "Enough!" The hooded wolf cut in, a deep, resonating bass that echoed even in the small cell. "The prisoner admitted to all of these crimes against your person, my lord, after debriefing." The AI-controlled wolf's ear twitched at the euphemism. "Indeed, Kosun. I am well aware of this fact. I merely wished to confront my would-be assassin myself. You may carry on with your judgment, with my sincere approval. Thank you, Kosun." The implant's screen faded back to amber, and with the telepresence protocol terminated the now gaunt-looking wolf stumbled and regained his footing with a smirk and a glint in his natural eye.

The buff wolf chimed in, "All right, you heard the chip-head, lets get to it" "All in good time, Brutus." Kosun said. "Might I suggest we escort our guest to a more appropriate setting?" Brutus considered, then nodded as if agreeing with himself before sidling off to the side of the cell. Jianna was nearly hysterical at this point, sobbing through her gag and twitching as far as her bonds would allow, jerking every time one of her spasms put pressure on a bruise. Kosun removed his hood, revealing a scarred and mutilated face entirely devoid of fur or hair on the left side, with the corresponding eye gazing unseeing through a murky gray pupil. His other eye was black as night and with it he addressed Jianna as he knelt at her side while Brutus began to busy himself with the mass of chains and shackles he had been toting. When Jianna's restricted convulsions died down somewhat, he grabbed her head and turned it to make eye contact. "You have been sentenced to death at the Imperium's behest. " Although she expected them, the words hit Jianna like a splash of ice water. "The timing and details are up to me. How your final days play out before your disposal are up to you." "If you perform very well, we might even keep you alive long enough to try for a prisoner swap." "If not..." He let the obvious threat hang in the air. He extended a claw-like paw and squeezed each of Jianna's breasts in turn. Jianna moaned through her gag in response, an unwanted rush of pleasure radiating from her chest. Kosun asked "If I remove that, will you be a good little girl for us? Blinking tears out of her eyes, she looked up at the upside down visage of her new tormentor and after a second of hesitation, nodded slightly, mewing softly as she did so. "Good," he remarked as he undid the buckle on the back of her head harness and the muzzle strap. Kosun held out his paw at the side of her head for Jianna to deposit the gag. Like the trained bitch they were trying to make out of her. She spat the gag into the offered paw and immediately snapped at Kosun's hand with her teeth, hoping to find blood.

She found only air, and then found a knee jamming her head onto the rough stone floor. "Bad move, kitty. Strike one." he motioned to Brutus, who from amidst his plethora of chains and restraints had produced a shiny loop of material that transitioned smoothly into a deep, flexible cup on one side. Before Jianna could speculate as to it's purpose she felt her jaw cramp as it was forced open and closed back around the phallic gag. Taking the shiny loop in one hand and re-tightening the gag's straps around her jaw with the other he stuffed her nose into the latex muzzle and slipped the loop around the back of her head before cranking it down as tight as it would go. The muzzle strap held her jaw tightly shut, preventing her from opening it more than a millimeter or two. Attempting to do so, however, proved meaningless when Jianna realized her air had been cut off. She hadn't been prepared for that, and quickly began squirming frantically, ignoring the protests of her battered body. The latex snugged tight to her mouth with each attempted inhalation, and had just enough give to let her expel what air was left in her lungs before slicking back down to her fur. Jianna began to panic, emerald-green eyes bulging like her breasts as oxygen deprivation began to take hold. Her squirming started to slow after a minute or so, and Brutus took advantage of Jianna's weakened state to start swapping in restraints that weren't bolted down. As she tumbled into the abyss of hypoxic sleep Kosun grabbed her face and looked her in the eye, growling "Nighty-night, kittycat" before backhanding her into oblivion.

Jianna woke up in a new cell with a padded floor, much like a gym mat or the "exercise corner" of the pit. Deactivated light panels were scattered across the ceiling of the room, maybe four meters on a side, with the walls padded in the same manner as the floor. Vertical light bars were spaced evenly around the perimeter of the cell. Only a couple were actually activated, washing Jianna in a dramatic light. She was bound, as expected, but untethered from any wall-mounted restraints and thus slightly mobile. Only her wrists were bound tightly; her legs were shackled but on a half-meter chain. A collar weighed down her neck, this one fitted tighter than ones she'd been forced into before. At her first squirms, the room detected her and the light bars on the walls turned themselves to full brightness.

The soft buzz of mechanical servos broke the silence, and Jianna spotted a camera dome in the upper corner of the cell opposite the room's only door. A water bowl with a small faucet graced the wall to the left of the doorway, but no facilities presented themselves. The last time she'd pissed in a cell her captors hadn't cleaned it for two days (and they had made sure to keep her there to smell it), so it would probably pay to not repeat that experience. Jianna forced down her growing thirst and returned to the task of establishing how well and truly fucked she was. She swallowed, trying to wet her tongue and throat, but it didn't really help. The bruise on the front of her neck brushed against her new collar, sending a spike of pain through her shoulders and chest. Jianna's buttocks were sore from sleeping awkwardly, her arms numb from lack of circulation. As she regained full awareness and sat up she immediately wished she hadn't as she doubled over in nausea, dry heaves wracking her slender frame. That would be the concussions, she figured past the discomfort. The old and muscular wolves entered the cell as the door slid up and away, the gruff-looking one carrying a cattle prod. Brutus stared her down and asked Kosun if the deal still stood. "You heard me. I don't lie to my employees." "Neat. Thanks Boss." Brutus produced a key ring and a few short lengths of chain, handing the prod to Kosun. Jianna then noticed hardpoints on the wall, metal rings and fabric loops hidden in between the wall's padding panels She tried to back away from the furry wall of muscle, only to be cornered within seconds. "We can do this easy way, or the hard way. Up to you." Jianna panicked and bolted for the door despite her hobbled legs and the wall of muscle blocking her way. She dodged Brutus, stumbling around her leg chain only to be knocked down by a swift kick from Kosun, his mutilated face and smoldering gaze tracking her fall. Jianna dropped like a stone, her head slamming against the padded floor and inducing a new wave of nausea and dry heaves. It occurred to Jianna the only things she'd eaten across her last few sessions were a few loads of ejaculate during her last gangrape by the guards. She didn't really want to count that. Fighting her stomach, she focused on Kosun, now freed from his cloak and standing above her bare-chested in loose-fitting slacks. He was surprisingly muscled for someone as grizzled and reserved in his movements as he had been at their last meeting. "Strike two. The hard way it is. I trust you recall the implications of displeasing us further," letting his other hand drop to rest on the hilt of on an ornamental vibroshiv at his waist. Before she could respond, Kosun extended the cattle prod and shocked her on the neck, then as she spasmed and rolled onto her chest shocked her again between her shoulder blades. Jianna's breasts flattened beneath her weight, nipples sensitive against the cool synthetic padding. A quick look between two floor panels showed a long, thin drainage grate with a hint of damp must to it. Suddenly the vinyl padding made sense if the cell needed to be hosed down frequently. Probably as it would need to be when her captors finished with her this time. "I had prepared a lesson for you, but it seems I will have to try harder to make sure the message gets through to you. But that can wait." Another shock disabled her remaining motor function and Kosun grabbed a few pieces of chain. Kosun and Brutus then dragged her upright over to the wall opposite the door and forced her to her knees. Her collar and ankles went to the wall directly behind her, with her wrists bound out to her sides. The last attachment clicked into place, leaving Jianna exposed and on her knees, presenting her chest and face to the duo. "All yours." "Thanks boss." Brutus took the prod, rolling it through his paws with a malicious grin tugging at the corners of his muzzle. "Keep her conscious, and come back at the shift change. I need to prepare our demonstration." Something about the way Kosun said it didn't sit well with Jianna, and the knot of apprehension in her gut worsened. A parting glare and a swish of pneumatics, and Kosun left the two of them alone. Jianna found it distinctly amusing, despite her predicament, that he had left his cloak behind and was roaming the facility shirtless.

The muscular wolf knelt in front of her, out of range of any possible bites, and took out a ring on a buckled leather loop. "Open" Jianna made no response. Brutus made a show of turning up the power on the prod. She opened her mouth. The ring gag slid in, firm but flexible plastic against inside of her mouth. The wolf buckled it tightly, the ring lodged inside her teeth An additional strap around the top of her muzzle to keep her jaws firmly clamped on the gag followed. Jianna quickly developed a sinking feeling. Brutus started playing with her breasts, cupping one, then the other, squeezing each in turn and playing with their moderate heft. An involuntary moan escaped Jianna as a spike of unwelcome pleasure shot down her spine Why was she getting aroused by this? Jianna had no answer that she could stomach. She tried to spit, but just ended up flapping her tongue around. "We'll use that tongue in a minute, kitty." The wolf reached down and slid a finger across her moistening folds, teasing her labia. Without warning, he brushed across her clit once, then again Jianna tried to scream, only to release another moan as she shivered under Brutus' rough touch. The gruff wolf smirked. He drove a furry finger inside her wet snatch, swirled it around, then brought it out and up to her mouth. Jianna's breathing was ragged by this point as she fought unsuccessfully against the stimulation. "To think I got to play with two slutty tigers today" he commented as he ran Jianna's juices under her nose. Jianna's heated panting caught in her throat at the mention of another tiger. Two? there were others like her here? Prisoners? Concubines? Brutus bent down, now intent on giving Jianna's sizable assets some attention. She felt his hot, moist breath play over her nipples as he gave a quick lick to each. Blowing on her nipples in turn to stiffen them up, he groped her mercilessly and without grace, fondling her furry mounds with a ravenous lust. Turning his attention back to her nipples, he took one in his maw and sucked, tickling the sensitive flesh with his rough tongue. The assault on her teats continued as he swapped from one breast to the other, stopping only once her nipples were red and raw from the scratching of his tongue. Next he lifted his paws to her breasts, nipples rock-hard under the attention Jianna lost composure, and the tears started to flow. Brutus reached down and began to finger bang her mercilessly. He alternated his rhythm between slow, deep strokes that explored every crevice of her sex and quick, shallow motions that edged her closer to climax. "Beg for it" Brutus commanded." Beg like the whore you are. You're useless for anything else. You should've seen yourself after we broke you. Pathetic." "Promising the world if we'd just stop, just let you go home, anything at all." He changed pace and used his other paw to stimulate her clit, swollen and on display above her now drenched muff. Jianna couldn't look, couldn't bear her shame, and just turned down and away. "No self-control, and you cracked under pressure." Hearing it made it all the more unbearable. She knew despite what she wanted to think he was right She had failed. The rough skin of his finger pads on her clit was driving her insane, and perilously close to a climax. "Well here's one order I'm sure you can obey: cum for me." "Now."

And she did. It was an intense, shuddering orgasm unthinkably fueled by rape and guilt. She lost herself in waves of pleasure only to really lose focus and drift off into a haze Some time passed and Jianna regained full awareness, but an inexplicable mental fuzziness lingered. "Ah. That'll be the dose from your implant," Brutus commented, noting her glazed eyes and the questioning look. Implant? She asked with her eyes. "Whenever you orgasm from now on, you'll get a little boost. You'll be begging for it soon enough." Before she could really process that through the fog, the wolf shuffled backwards on his knees and stood up, jackleg cracking as it stretched. "You should find this a bit easier to swallow than that poison pill of yours." His cock, brought to full mast by his assault, was showing the beginnings of a thick knot at the base. Brutus lined himself up with her muzzle, and to prevent her from turning away grabbed one side of her head and held it steady. "Good kitty," he murmured while stroking under her ear. "Now choke for me." Brutus drove his wolfhood into her maw with a smooth and powerful thrust, her ring gag guiding his veined shaft straight down her throat. With each thrust he worked himself a little deeper past the gag, the stiff silicone grabbing onto his cock and threatening to be pulled loose by the backstroke. Grunting with the exertion, Brutus moved a paw to the back of Jianna's head and started to accentuate his movements with a firm, steady push. "Use that tongue." He quickly delivered a light shock to her breasts with the cattle prod, now in his other hand. Jianna complied, her tongue swirling around his shaft and teasing the head. Under the extra stimulation, Jianna realized she would have to contend with the wolf's knot soon: a lobe on each side of Brutus' shaft was swelling at its base. The taste of salty wolf pre diluted with her saliva was unpleasant at best and stomach-turning at worst, though the pheromones in the wolf's leakage were determined to make her think otherwise. She forced down the occasional stomach twinge, acutely aware of how close the prod was being kept to her tender breasts. Between her spit and his own lube Brutus was able to settle into a steady tempo, shoving his wolfhood past her ring gag with increasing ease. Jianna squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for it all to end while she dutifully bathed Brutus' shaft with her tongue. After a few moments Brutus' breathing picked up and Jianna found herself staring cross eyed at his inflated knot, easily 7 centimeters wide already and threatening to grow further. Before she could brace herself Brutus set up a particularly strong thrust and slammed in. Jianna's gag deformed over his knot and lodged itself at the base of his member, locking himself into her maw. Jianna tried to breathe in through her nose and was greeted by a crotchful of wolf hair and musk.

With her gag now acting as a makeshift cock ring Brutus' knot swelled further, filling the space at the front of her mouth and approximating a fleshy ball gag. Jianna felt his cock twitch against her tongue and braced for the inevitable as a load of thick wolf-cum shot into her maw. The musky torrent slipped straight to the back of her tongue before pooling and sliding down her throat, though a little got caught in her windpipe before she could swallow the rest. Jianna started to cough and gag on Brutus' wolfhood, the contractions of her throat bringing on the next spurt of cum which threatened to choke her outright. Several mouthfuls of seed and a few gasps later Brutus relaxed and let out a deep sigh. "You need work, kitty, I hope I'll get to be the one to train you. Well see if you make it that far." The nagging feeling of dread from Kosun's earlier comment returned in full force and Jianna stated coughing over her organic gag again. Brutus started laughing. "Oh, you little slut. Guess that custom gag didn't really help prepare you much." At Jianna's confused glance upwards past his crotch Brutus snorted and added: "Yeah, its molded after me." "Now you get to remind yourself of this moment whenever you misbehave and you start choking." To accentuate his point Brutus gave a little thrust and a wiggle, tickling her tonsils with his throbbing length and forcing a few last drops of ejaculate into her throat. She tried to voice her opinion of this but her complaint came out sounding like a needy moan past Brutus' cock, her tongue sliding around it as she tried to speak. "Lemme guess: you want round two?" and laughed again as Jianna tried to shake her head in panic, further stimulating his still rock-hard member. Another quick thrust, and another bit of leakage was forced down her throat. As it drizzled past the end of her tongue Jianna started gagging again, the wolf's pungent musk proving too much for her. The contractions of her throat again massaged the thick member still lodged in her maw and elicited a moan from its owner. Lowering a hand from her head he began scratching Jianna's chin absentmindedly, lost in the afterglow of his own release. "We'll get there kitty, we'll get there."

By this point Jianna was wondering just what kind of nightmare operation she had been thrust into when her musings were interrupted by the buzzing of a small speaker set into the wall above the door, next to which a screen came to life and one pattern blinked, before wiping to a new graphic. "I'd love to stay and chat more--" Pretty one-sided conversation, Jianna thought. "--And I just can't wait to do this again sometime." Brutus said past a thin smile. "Unfortunately, that's the shift change." Brutus pushed her head back against the wall and with a grunt he slid himself out of her mouth after unbuckling the muzzle strap, the ring gag popping back to normal size as the knot passed. "Which means, I have to go help out boss" he said, and re-tightened the muzzle strap. He slapped his still-stiff erection against the side of her face, coating her fur in his pungent musk. Lastly, he took out a strip of black cloth and tied it around her head, blocking out her vision. He checked to ensure she couldn't see past the edges, running a claw along the edges of her eye sockets, then grabbed her breasts and fondled them for a few more seconds as a perverted parting gift. She heard the cell door slide shut and the lights click off. From the ceiling a set of water jets hissed on and began to drench the cell, draining into the grates between the floor pads. The water was frigid, as cold as the glacial runoff below the Citadel's icy reaches. For all she knew that was exactly where the water came from. Jianna slumped against the wall to the extent her restraints allowed and waited for hypothermia to set in.

Jianna woke with a start, and immediately started to cramp as her outstretched arms fought to move past their bonds. Once the cramps subsided she took stock of her situation. Still gagged, her tongue lolling past the silicone ring. Dried drool tracked down her chin, across her breasts and down across her thighs She had a splitting headache, the likely result of her dehydration and possible concussions. She was mostly dry, so some time had clearly passed. Her knees ached, but the padding on the floor made it bearable. Her arms were still shackled out at her sides, putting her rack on prominent display. Taking it all in was a wolf--judging by the scent, the muscular one, Brutus. Who had clearly taken a liking to her and would apparently be her "personal trainer" for the foreseeable future. She'd have to try and deal with that particular issue sooner rather than later; she was being turned into a subservient fucktoy with chest-mounted stress balls. She didn't have a lot of time to act, especially if they were dosing her with amphetamines to make her dependent on their ministrations. A hint of a glow sneaking past the edge of the blindfold meant the lights were on, and her torment was about to start a brand new day. As she turned her head and wriggled her face to try and sneak a glance at her captor he responded in that rumbling baritone. "Boss wants to see you. Now." She fought down a shiver as their last meeting rose to the top of her mind, Kosun's disfigured face having haunted her fleeting dreams. "He wants you cooperative," he said, and she felt strong hands undo her ring gag and the muzzle strap. "Drink," he ordered, shoving the nozzle of a water bottle in her mouth Jianna struggled to keep from spilling as the water kept coming, and managed to get a few big gulps down before she coughed sightly and water splashed across her front. "I'm going to release you. Lie face-down and put your hands behind you."

She heard a beep and all the snaps holding her to the wall released abruptly, leaving heavy metal bands on her neck, wrists, and legs as she flopped gracelessly face-first onto the padded floor. Her muscles clearly weren't moving yet, she thought to herself past the taste of blood. The buff wolf made short work of securing her wrist cuffs to a chain running down from her collar, and her ankles were connected by another short chain. Throughout all of this she remained blindfolded, and stumbled slightly as the wolf dragged Jianna to her feet. Muscles screamed in protest as she stretched out, standing up and balancing on her own for the first time in days. Jianna felt hands turning her, then a sharp smack on her rump followed by "Move." She started to shuffle forward, small steps made more difficult by the constant threat of another change of direction. Jianna heard the muffled echo of her chains, clinking and dragging across the hard plastic floor as she was shepherded through the maze of hallways between the torture cell and her destination. Her escort continued to turn her now and then, each time accentuating the new direction with a spank. Jianna felt her buttocks growing warm under the assault, the skin stinging slightly with every step. At the fourth turn it dawned on her that she still wasn't wearing a gag, and screamed with all the strength she could muster. "HELP! Anyone, PLEEEEASE, where am-- A hard mass of muscle and fur drove her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. Stunned by the shock and now blindsided by the pain from her unhealed bruises taking a beating, Jianna reflexively tried to inhale and scream again, but was cut off by a muscular arm trapping her in a headlock and covering her muzzle with a large paw. "Idiot! Boss hears you do that it's strike three! You're lucky its soundproofed in here..." Useful information, Jianna thought. Brutus seemed somewhat invested in her well-being. Of course, he might just enjoy having his own personal fucktoy on call at all hours. "You speak up like that again and I'll knock you out and give you back to the guards. You want that?" Jianna gave a minute shake of her head from within the headlock, and decided not to push her luck any further. "Good. Up," he said, and spanked her hard. Jianna suppressed a cry of pain and stumbled back to her feet, and the march resumed. "In any event, we're almost there." Maybe 5 minutes of walking, Jianna figured. That certainly put a lower bound on the facility size if she'd been traveling more-or less across the facility. "Unless you want boss to really go hard on you, don't say anything unless he asks you directly. You're already on strike two, kitty-cat." The derogative passed over her as she contemplated the specific implications of strike three. Jianna was muscled along until the echo of her clinking chains changed, indicating an end to the maze. She stopped, and a furry paw pushed her forward. "In you go. Sorry, by the way." She felt a prick between her shoulder blades and her body went limp, collapsing into the gruff wolf's chest. Brutus held her up in front of him, his arms wrapped under her breasts. Jianna sensed a sort of grim determination in his movements. She wondered what could possibly be in store for her that had her chief rapist upset about it. Not a good sign. Her question was answered when she felt herself get dumped against a sloping wall. Her shackles were quickly unlinked from each other and locked down to hardpoints on the wall, stretching her limbs wide as far as they would go. Not a wall, Jianna realized, as the surface began to tip upward towards the vertical. Some sort of rack, Jianna speculated, before her weight shifted to her paws as she slid down and settled on the ground.

"Anything else, boss?" "No, thank you," muttered Kosun's raspy voice. Footsteps echoed briefly only to be drowned out by the whir of the door sliding back into position "Hmm, I can't have you unbound yet? Pity," he growled as he stuffed something hard and round into her mouth as she attempted to respond. A few quick straps later and a muffled hiss and the gag now cutting off Jianna's speech reformed into the wolf-cock gag from her dungeon cell. "You remember him, I trust? You haven't earned the privilege to do more than moan like the slut you've proven yourself to be." Jianna noticed the knot filled the space behind her teeth, and the shaft filled her maw just as the gruff wolf's cock had in her last session. She still didn't have an actual mental schedule running. Well, disorientation was one of the first steps in interrogation ... "He likes to have a personal hand breaking the unruly ones." Se shivered as Kosun traced a circle with a claw around her left nipple. "But its just you and me right now" and let the tension hang in the air. "But not for long. You wont be needing this for a little while," he said as he removed her blindfold. Light streamed into her eyes as she blinked away the spots, trying to adjust "Such pretty eyes...pay close attention now. I have a demonstration prepared, and I'd hate for you to miss it." He gestured to the only other piece of furniture opposite her in the small, clinically clean room. A garrote.

Metal bars framed two legrests in a v-shape, leaving open space at the crux and easy access to the victim's crotch, exposing them to the menacing wolf-dildo sprouting from the gap. Shiny strips ran down each side of the dildo, terminating just above the sizable knot. Glancing downward, the floor sloped towards a drain embedded in the plastic beneath the frame of the chair. The business end of the device was mounted on a shoulder-height plasteel pole, a thick metal collar hinged on one side gaping open. The silver metal glistened in the harsh drop lighting, polished to a sinister shine. At the back of the collar a dark circle of metal sat flush with the inside edge, lining up with a protruding bolt emerging from the back of the post. A small control console was mounted to the side of the post and connected to the restraints and dildo mechanism by thin conduits, while a T-handle terminated the far end of the bolt. Large threads on the bolt engaged with a flange on the pole, the driving gears clearly encased inside. Cuffs behind the pole and at the base of each legrest lay open, eager to claim their next victim in their lethal embrace Supplementing these restraints was a wide leather belt mounted slightly above the seat level on the pole, a strap hanging down to each side. A large buckle and triple rows of holes showed this belt would hold even the most resisting of captives.

Jianna instantly panicked, squirming against bonds that didn't budge, when Kosun interjected "Oh its not for you. At least, not yet." "Ki'jefe, on the other hand, seems to have lost her right to fresh air." Jianna felt her stomach drop as as she fought the urge to scream past her gag. She'd cracked once, couldn't let on that she knew who that was... That she knew a tigress by that name whom she had once made sweet, passionate love to... Whom she had shared a room with briefly in the SpecOps barracks before their respective deployments, each practicing their seduction techniques on the other... All these thoughts passed in the time it took for her gag to register the speech attempt and shock her throat, sending her into a coughing fit. Kosun began to chuckle. "Oh, that never fails to get me. As old as I am you'd think I'd have seen it all, but..." and he trailed off. "Bring her in." The door opened and a slim but muscular tigress like Jianna was led in by the chiphead, hooded, nude, with her hands bound behind her and her feet shuffling on a short chain "Tsk tsk tsk," Kosun mused, "little Ki'Jefe didn't want to cooperate with us, now did she? Well that's fine, we found another little tigress who would." The hooded tigress stiffened in unison with Jianna, and Jianna prayed Ki'Jefe was lying dead in a ditch, anywhere but this hellish place. No such luck. He strode over and ripped off the hood, revealing the face of a comrade thought dead, now surely to be made just so. Ki'jefe locked eyes with Jianna instantly, jaw working at her ball gag, processing Kosun's statement in light of the tigress bound before her. Jianna saw only betrayal in those beautiful, violet irises. She felt herself begin to tear up and Ki'jefe looked away in shame, not at her nudity, not from her impending doom, but at her. This was a new level of torture. "Now that we have a cooperative source, we don't have much need of you. I don't suppose you'd like to change your mind about that?" Ki'Jefe looked straight at Jianna, and shook her head slowly in a definitive "no." "Very well. Any last words?" At a smoldering gaze from Ki'Jefe he snorted and said "Oh, silly me." He unbuckled and removed the ball gag, and Ki'Jefe spit at Kosun, who dodged with practiced ease. "Jianna, how in the blazes could you--" "Alright that's enough of that," Kosun announced with sadistic glee as he stuffed the ball gag back in her mouth, redoing the buckle. He palmed something off his belt, then reached over to Ki'Jefe's shoulder and tapped once. The tranquilizer took effect quickly, as Ki'Jefe stumbled down to a knee, then down to the ground. "Put her in." The chiphead unceremoniously dragged Ki'Jefe over to the garrote, heaving her up onto the seat and positioning her crotch directly over the tip of the plastic wolf-cock prepared to spear upwards. Pushing her upright, he secured the leather belt around her waist, buckling it tightly, Ki'Jefe's normally tight abs loose under the effects of the drug. Next the chiphead made sure her legs were aligned with the v-shaped legrest, spreading her thighs and locking her feet down with the ankle cuffs before removing her previous shackles. Her arms were next, each relived of its shackle and slotted into its respective cuff on the back of the garrote. Three additional belts were produced, one binding each thigh to the legrest and the last pinioning Ki'Jefe's elbows together behind the garrote pole and above the wrist cuffs, pulling her shoulders back and presenting her shapely breasts. Lastly, her neck was aligned with the metal collar and it swung shut around her with a terrifying, final click. Throughout this entire process Ki'Jefe stared down Jianna, unable to do more than moan softly as each successive appendage was fed into a collar or cuff or a strap tightened. A quick command entered on the console started a servo whirring, extending the dildo up towards Ki'Jefe's loins. The tip made contact and Jianna saw a spark as the conductive strips began to shock her slit in a painful, calculated manner. Her moistening slit, Jianna realized. Faced with the prospect of death, Ki'Jefe was clearly succumbing to some deep, biological urge to make every attempt to mate in its short time before expiring. Another quick command and the dildo thrust upward in one smooth motion, spearing Ki'Jefe 's sex up to the knot with ruthless precision She began squirming involuntarily as the shocks picked up for a moment, then subsided to a throbbing pulse. With every spike in the simulation Ki'Jefe let out a primal moan and twitched slightly, movement made completely impossible by the plethora of bands and straps holding her fast.

The chiphead tapped Ki'jefes shoulder with another autoinjector, this one reversing the tranquilizers effects in seconds. Ki'Jefe began to struggle in earnest, her supple and lithe body flexing against the cuffs and the collar that would choke her out. She began to moan as the dildo began to spark again, flashes clearly visible dancing along the edges of her swollen labia. Another tapped command, and the knot began to inexorably push inside, eased in its passage by Ki'Jefe's flowing juices. Just as it disappeared inside amid a final flurry of sparks Jianna bucked, straining against the belts before settling down. The sparking again subsided to a slow throb of stimulation, now indicated by a wavering graphic on the console. The chiphead tapped again, then backed up and made a quick sequence of blinks that set the execution in motion.

A whir from the chair signaled the start of the bolt's slow, inexorable drive into Ki'Jefe's neck, but Kosun barked out "Stop there!" after a few seconds and a few millimeters of progress. Obediently, if a little slowly, the chiphead obliged and blinked out the proper command. The whirring died down, and the sound of panting hit Jianna. With a shock she realized it was herself that had been breathing heavily, and her loins were developing a thoroughly inappropriate warmth for the setting to boot. Ki'Jefe's breathing had also begun to pick up, but she seemed to be calm in the face of her apparent stay of execution. "Tell you what," Kosun said, "Our honored guest should have a part in this, don't you agree?" he asked, glancing at the chiphead. A quick flash from the chiphead's implant heralded the facility AI joining the conversation, and with a jerk and a pulse of blue light it nodded through its puppet before retreating back to its processing core. The chiphead stepped forward to be clearly visible to the two bound tigresses while Kosun stepped to Jianna, staring her down, running a hand up her side, over her breast, up to her throat, where his muscular paw wrapped itself delicately around her slender throat. Let's play a game, why don't we? He extended his other paw over her shoulder out of view, returning it with a duplicate of the dildo currently impaling Ki'Jefe Already glistening with lubricant Kosun rotated it as if admiring the play of the light panels on its slicked metal and plastic, then crouched and began to work it inside her. The tip slid in all too easily, aided by the artificial lube. The body of the shaft slid in behind, sending a wave of pleasure through Jianna's crotch. How was she enjoying this? Even if only physically? While Jianna's confused thoughts wracked her mind, a few quick twists and thrusts by Kosun lodged the knot firmly against her labia. Jianna clenched, desperately trying to repel the silicone invader, but to no avail. One final twist and thrust and her hips bucked involuntarily as the knot slid in with a soft squelch, now stuck inside her as her interior walls clenched around it in frustration and arousal. She heard Kosun fumble with something, then a few sharp clicks as she felt slight tugs on the dildo, then a soft beep. Jianna's loins were suddenly awash in pleasure, radiating from inside her along the conductive strips on the dildo. The throbbing pleasure faded, only to return after a few seconds pause stronger, with an added tingle that shot straight up her spine and sent her mind spinning through waves of bliss "I guess my associate got the neural tuning right," Kosun said over a gasping moan from Jianna. "Anyway, where was I?" Glancing at Ki'Jefe, "If you cum first, you get the quick way out. Painless, out like a light. My personal guarantee." He locked gaze with Jianna, a malicious glint in his eyes. "If you cum first... you'll watch the whole show unfold." "Set her up," Kosun motioned to Ki'Jefe, and the chiphead scurried over and tapped at the console on the garrote. Ki'Jefe's hips bucked in time with a pulse of pleasure from Jianna's dildo. "If you love her as much as you bragged about back in debriefing you'll hold out long enough for our little Ki'Jefe to earn her snapped neck, hmm?" Kosun whispered into her ear Jianna of course couldn't respond, gagged as she was, but nodded meekly. "Let the games begin, and again Jianna pussy was set alight with pure, raw, sexual bliss. She fought, breathing deeply past her ball gag, trying to hold back the waves of pleasure. Ki'Jefe was staring at Jianna, trying to gauge how close she was to orgasm, while she ground her crotch against the dildo spearing her. Ki'Jefe let out a moan and a shudder, falling limp for a second, but clearly not yet having reached an orgasm as the macabre charade continued. Kosun noted Ki'Jefe's calculating eye , tsked to himself, and proclaimed "We can't have that! Ki'Jefe my dear, you have to work on your own for this! No handicaps!" He produced a strip of cloth and summarily blindfolded Ki'Jefe, who tossed her hair in frustration, only managing to scatter her dark locks across her face. Adjusting her hair like a salon stylist, Kosun admired her bound beauty, running a paw across her muzzle and stroking the bridge of her nose. Meanwhile, Jianna was fighting for Ki'Jefe's life. Or perhaps more accurately, for her death. Suddenly the current through her dildo flared, and this time no amount of squirming or panting could stop the mounting wave of pleasure that built, rose with yet another pulse, then came crashing down with a harsh tone from below her and a wash of hazy bliss from the stimplant. A sharp prick on the nape of her neck located the implant at last... she wondered when they had done that, but--- "NOOOOOOOOO--" Jianna tried to scream past her gag, and only succeeded in moaning sensually past the gag under the heavy influence of the stimulant and her own orgasm. Kosun said "Ki'Jefe, it seems you get the hard way out after all," and snapped his fingers. The whir of the garrote began anew, slowly but surely advancing the bolt from the back of the garrote's collar towards the front, with the minor inconvenience of Ki'Jefe's neck in the way. At first Ki'Jefe just panted, trying to breath as much as she could in the short time seemingly left to her. When the bolt contacted her neck fur she panicked, launching into a spasm of squirms and muffled screams past her own gag. As the seconds dragged into minutes, and the millimeters into centimeters, the front of the collar began to dig into Ki'Jefe's soft throat fur. Before long she was starting to rasp as she hyperventilated: the garrote starting its grisly work. "Had you held out, Jianna, that bolt would have advanced straight on through at a hundred times this speed and snapped her spinal cord in short order." "As it stands, this might take a while. I've connected her life monitor to your little electric friend. When she goes, you'll know." He stretched, and made for the door. "In the meantime, I've got a few things to take care of. I believe it has something to do with Commando Team 2." Blast, Jianna thought dimly within the recesses of her drug and hormone-addled mind. So much for the rescue op. She dragged her attention back to her compatriot's ongoing execution, impossible as it was to ignore. The bolt had slowed its advance, creeping forward with lethal precision, seeking some particular spot. It halted completely when Ki'Jefe began to gasp with almost every breath, having to force air in and out through an increasingly constricted windpipe At this point the dildo inside Ki'Jefe began to spark again, shocking her most sensitive interior and keeping her in pain and on edge as she fought for breath. The bonds of the garrote held fast though, and Ki'Jefe's writhing and bucking just made her exert herself and need to breath harder and faster. After a few minutes of this, she settled in as the shocks reduced their intensity and the cracking sound of electrical discharges faded somewhat. The console on the back of the garrote flashed, numerals clearly visible: 180:00 179:59 179:58 179:57

Three hours, counting down. Ki'Jefe appeared to drift off a few times in the following hours, only to slump against her restraints and be promptly dragged back to reality by a sharp pop from the garrote's dildo After each shock reawakened her, the garrote whirred, and Ki'Jefe's labored breathing became increasingly raspy and thin. The handle on the bolt spun a lazy spiral inward each time this happened, an unnecessary mechanical backup to a lethally precise system. By the time the console showed 30:00, Ki'Jefe was gasping hard for every breath, forcing air past her nearly collapsed trachea only through sheer stubbornness and core strength. At 5:47 on the timer, Ki'Jefe succumbed. She inhaled, straining past her crushed throat, exhaled with a tremendous effort, but could not muster the strength to pull another breath. Sensing this, the garrote whirred back to life and went for the kill, advancing the bolt the final few millimeters needed to close off her air for good. A hideous crunching sound accompanied the complete collapse of Ki'Jefe's trachea, but the bolt did not slow. Ki'Jefe began to squirm again, fighting desperately for another few seconds of life, of air, but neither the collar nor bolt yielded. Her skin began to acquire a bluish hue after a minute or so, visible through the thin fur beneath her covered eyes, and her struggles acquired a new urgency. Straining against the leather and steel that held her Ki'Jefe arched her back as her body tensed, a horrible gagging, croaking sound escaping past her gag. A rivulet of blood appeared at her nose, running down her muzzle and staining the fur by her lips. Every muscle in Ki'Jefe's body stood out in high relief beneath her ever-so-supple fur, flowing and rustling with her death throes.

There was a muffled, wet snick* and her head slumped, lolling to the side, a strand of drool escaping past her gag and drizzling down her chest. Her body settled into the garrote's final embrace as her muscles relaxed, her formerly heaving breasts unnaturally still. Jianna remembered, too late, Kosun's comment about her own dildo as a shock of unbelievable proportions lanced from the tip of the dildo, nestled against the entrance to her womb. The surprise and the shock made Jianna choke briefly, a cruel parody of Ki'Jefe's demise, as the current changed phase and warmth radiated through her crotch and hips. Within a few seconds her exhausted body was brought to another orgasm and Jianna's stimplant again released its dose into her bloodstream in time with the telltale prick on the back of her neck. As the drug worked its dulling effect and washed away Jianna's pain she was dimly aware of Ki'Jefe's twitching body gradually slowing its motions. After a few moments, even the last convulsions ceased and Ki'Jefe's slender, busty frame was still. The dildo embedded in Ki'Jefe retracted, a soft pop heralding the release of several hours worth of sexual secretions. She tried to avert her thoughts from the typical response of a body to death, and after a few more minutes concealed water jets on the legs of the garrote washed away the remaining evidence into the drain. The console beeped a steady flatline for a few seconds and blinked green. The collar clicked and sprung open, concealed latches coming undone as Ki'Jefe's head and neck slumped forward limply only for her torso to be caught by the leather strap around her waist. Her head swung and settled facedown in front of her, staring lifelessly past her blindfold at her own breasts Her arms were still shackled behind her with her elbows pulled up, her forearms parallel to the garrote post. A slow drip of blood joined the saliva oozing from her mouth, which fell ever so slowly onto her breasts as the fur matted beneath the drip. A hiss, and footsteps, followed by another hiss and a clunking sound. Kosun returned and walked to Ki'Jefe's lifeless body, proceeding to run a paw over the unnatural kink in her neck. "Shame...the guards liked her. I guess you'll have to keep them satisfied from here on out. As I said earlier, your survival depends on your good behavior. Misbehavior will require me to act ...unpleasantly." He gestured and a pack of uniformed canids rushed in and methodically undid her restraints, holding her suspended between them as she was carried off to the barracks.

To be continued...