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She had been kidnapped. It was a little late for it, too, seeing as she wasn't a kid anymore. Iris Meranni was a reptile in her mid twenties, but she guessed she had to thank her abductors for thinking she was still young enough for a good snatching. In the middle of the night she'd been abducted from her home, but she wasn't exactly sure when or how. She didn't question how they found her. It wasn't like her name and address were off the public record.

Anyone with time to spare could sleuth around the net and get her name, that she was an EnVet, and where she lived. Her housing complex had fairly high security, though. If someone had managed to get passed security, the cameras, and the biometrics then they were very talented, or very well supplied, indeed.

And Iris had no idea why they'd go through the trouble just for her. At the present moment she had a ball gag jammed into her mouth and an opaque bag pulled over her head. She could hear through the bag, but playing in the container was a tiny speaker broadcasting a high pitch whine. With the noise she couldn't listen for clues for where they might be taking her now that they had her.

Her wrists and ankles were also tightly bound, but they'd done little to bind her tail, but that wasn't really helping her any for the moment. She was a strong woman, but not strong enough to break whatever they had her bound with, at least not without risking severe injury to herself. That, and she was too big for the container! Her dad had blessed her with all of his height so she was a seven foot woman packed like a sardine into a metal box no longer than five and a half. She had to keep herself bent at uncomfortable angles.

She didn't feel like she'd been drugged either. Iris figured that it'd either worn off quickly or they used something else to stun her with while she'd been sleeping. How'd they even get through her front door without triggering her alarm? And today was supposed to have been her day off, too. So much for going to the gym and picking up a new pair of running shoes. With her athletic frame and height she tore through shoes pretty quick from all the wear.

She was sore all over from the struggle she'd given her captors. They'd successfully knocked her out in the beginning, but she'd come to while they were trying to put her into the container. They did manage to get her in it, but not without her having a muffled say about it. Now she felt the aches and pains, which she was regretting. It wasn't because she hated the pain, but rather that if she'd been calm during the transfer she could have paid close attention to any aches that could have clued her in on what kind of tool they used to knock her out. Knowing what tools they had to use could tip her off a bit more on who they were or who had supplied them.

Iris felt herself lurch forward in the container as the vehicle came to a slow stop. Several long minutes later the metal container was dragged out of the transport. It was about the size of a coffin. It probably wasn't, but hey, maybe for her that's what it'd end up becoming. The container was manhandled for a while like it was being carried. She felt herself get deposited onto a flat surface that then began to move. All of it was curious. This new transport didn't ride the same as the previous one and soon enough it too came to an abrupt halt.

Manhandled again. It took another thirty minutes before she was placed back down on a flat surface. The top of the container popped loose, but she remained still. Iris was playing dead. She doubted they'd buy it since she'd been pretty physically active when they'd put her in there.

"Turn that off." A female voice said, then the shrill whine stopped. That was good. Now she could hear the shuffling of many feet. They all wore boots and had to have each weight over 200 pounds. Maybe seven or eight people walking on concrete. Considering who she was fighting with when they stuffed her in the container she figured they were wearing body armor. She'd yet to see anything beside the interior of the bag on her head so all she had to go by was her sense of hearing.

"Are you awake, Enforcer?" It was a new female voice. Iris chose not to reply. The speaker had now confirmed to her that they had some knowledge of who she was. That didn't explain why they'd abduct her, though. Iris Meranni was an EnVet. Just an abbreviation for Veteran Enforcer. She'd been serving for just over ten years running normal ops under the command of a superior. Iris herself did not have a high rank, but she did have the potential to rise if she'd made the right moves. She just wasn't interested. Right now she was 26 and had been serving since she was 16 and still in school. A chunk of those years were training, but at her present age she just didn't think the extra pay was worth all the extra responsibility.

Normally you didn't even 'join' the City Police as an Enforcer. You could sign up for the regular duty of being a cop, sure, but the Enforcers were a special class. The City Police Authority preferred to put their best people out as feelers to see if they could find anyone they liked. They even used their ties to the public school system to watch for potential recruits, which is why Iris was now an EnVet. Iris had been a star athlete at her middle school with average grades. She'd been secretly groomed for about two years without her even knowing it, then they popped the question on her sixteenth birthday and she accepted. She thought it sounded cool to be some kind of badass Judge Dredd for the City Police.

She didnt know much about the CPA. Best she knew they were the commanders and chiefs of everything law enforcement related. The idea for the Enforcers was simply to put together an elite force to function alongside the standing police force that helped manage the entire city of some fifteen million people. Riots were far too common for the standard beat cops to handle by themselves even with their numbers and good equipment. Also, too, some lip service needed to be given to individual rights and freedoms so the normal police officer had their hands tied at times when the general public got especially irate over something. The Enforcers could emerge from their trucks like full blown military personnel and deal with just about anything an angry mob could hurl or shoot at them.

The CPA had given Enforcers an especially lax code of conduct. An Enforcer could do as they pleased to deal with a situation so long as they were on duty. It was a bit different when they were off duty, which just meant they had to always pull the punches like they were a typical cop. The CPA didn't want Enforcers to act rogue or pull any vigilante shit.

This was also why they didn't take volunteers. The CPA wanted to find people that could do the job without also distressing the general public too badly. If your elite police officers had the authority to shoot to kill, or beat a man to death, then wouldn't it be wise to make sure that all your Enforcers were sane and reasonable? They wanted people that had level enough heads to not abuse their authority or go mad with power when in uniform.

Iris knew that it was possible that maybe they'd dragged her here just because she was an Enforcer, but this was a lot of effort and risk for someone as low in the hierarchy as she was. Sure, she was higher up than a beat cop, but that didn't mean much when you had a commander that could sneeze and banish you to solitary as punishment for being breathed on.

Could be that they wanted to make an example of her? Maybe she beat someone's family member to death in a riot and now they wanted to exact their own flavor of justice. Iris didn't always know if her victim's survived, but she generally had a fair hand when dealing with most situations. Her casualty rate was below the average despite being in uniform for about seven or so years.

"Playing dead, Boss." The original female voice spoke up. So there were at least two women. Someone snapped their fingers and a piece of metal pressed into Iris' side followed by a rapid clicking sound. Iris' scream was muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. The electric pulse that lanced through her sent her body into a hard convulsion that knocked her head and knees against the walls of the container. The current stopped when the metal was pulled away from her and she was left heaving.

"That's what she gets for lying, boss." A male voice said.

"Shut up. Haul her out, and carefully." The second female voice said. A pair of strong hands grabbed her arms and lifted her out of the container. She allowed it at first, but when they got her free of the container she struck out with the tail that someone should have had tied up earlier. She hit someone, but they were wearing body armor. She doubted she did more to them than just knocking them back on their ass. It gave her precious time though. Using the full length of her body she thrashed like a whip and broke free from one of the two men holding her arms. The one still grabbing her onto her tight was the unluckier of the two.

Iris could tell that she was taller than him, and she knew about where his head was located because of how he was grappling with her arm. The moment her feet touched the ground she bend her knees, then popped her legs straight. She launched herself at her target and slammed the top of her head into his chin. She felt something break in the man's jaw and the he screamed before letting go of her. With her arms and legs still bound up she knew her effort was futile, but she wasn't just going to go down without putting up some kind of fight. Let them earn whatever they get today with blood.

A rapid series of clicks and a piece of metal stabbed her in the back and she was again sent into a fit of muffled screaming as she collapsed onto the concrete floor and writhed. Her assailant held the metal against her back far longer than necessary until one of the women ordered them to stop. They were obviously using an Enforcer's riot rod. She had two of those issued to her and she knew exactly what they could do. They were the meanest tools of the trade you could have that wasn't a firearm.

"Stupid." One of the women said, but she couldn't tell who it was. "Drag her to the chair."

While she could hear the injured man get removed from the room two fresh hands carefully grabbed her by the arms before dragging her across the floor. Iris could feel how cautious they were with her now. She'd taught them a lesson at least. They sat her ass in a metal chair that felt more like a barstool. The seat wasn't very large.

Someone wrapped a thick leather strap around her midsection and hooked it to the back of the chair before tightening it up. They started messing with her ankles and she figured that she was now locked to the floor. She tested this by sliding her feet out. They made it all of an inch before being stopped by a length of thick chain. Her feet weren't going anywhere now.

Someone was grabbing her tail now and wrapping something around the middle of it. She flexed her tail and found that they'd anchored it behind her so she couldn't swing it wildly.

"Boss?" A man asked from behind her. Light footsteps approached her from the front and she felt a piece of metal press tight against her collarbone. That would be the riot rod again, she figured. Iris was bracing herself for another fit of convulsions, but none came.

"If you fight I'll pop you right here. I'm sure you know what it feels like by now." It was the second female voice, and no doubt she was 'Boss'. They were using a very casual system of authority. Could be just a callsign for this operation, but it could also be that she really is "Boss" to these people. Iris let herself visibly relax for the benefit of her captors. A pair of hands unlocked her wrists, but she didn't fight them.

That riot rod was pressed against her collar bone, and sure, it wasn't supposed to be lethal when used. That's all assuming you're using it properly and have some training. It wouldn't kill the subject if you pulled it off your victim after you got them suppressed, which was usually within seconds. The batteries in those things allowed for continuous use for at least an hour by design and normal beat cops were not allowed to use this model. They were forced to use the typical ones that were good for two or three pops before needing a new battery or a recharge.

Riot rods were perfect for crowd suppression when you had no idea how long the riot would last for. No Enforcer wanted to run out of juice if they were in the middle of a angry mob with lead pipes and and bottles of piss. However, If you used a riot rod on a subject for too long, or in the wrong part of the body, it could cause lasting damage. If 'Boss' pressed it to her collar bone and let it rip for a few minutes they'd be putting Iris back dead in the container.

Iris didn't struggle when her captors pulled her arms out from behind her and to the narrow metal arms of the chair. They locked her wrists down first with some kind of shackle, then put a leather strap around her forearm. She'd have no leverage to apply if she wanted to test the strength of the shackle. She could thrash her whole torso left and right, but then the leather strap might start cutting into her arm before she'd ever get to tug with her wrists.

Iris carefully leaned forward and found that she was stuck in the chair pretty solid. The leather band around her middle was holding her tight to the back of the chair. Her range of movement was now very limited, but she remained calm. She had never been claustrophobic, and during her early training to be an Enforcer they actually put her in a pine box and locked her in it for several hours to simulate a situation rather similar to the one she was in presently. The CPA was rather forward thinking. They knew their Enforcers would become targets for violence and so they adjusted their training accordingly.

"Now do her neck." 'Boss' said. Someone started wrapping a piece of metal around her neck. It felt like a bunch of metal squares with rubber in between them. They locked it around her neck, then she was promptly yanked backwards so something could click behind her. She tilted her head forward and found the best she could do was sit upright in her new bindings. At least they were letting her keep a good posture. Iris would hate to have to sleep off a bad back if she survived the day.

"She's locked up, Boss." A male voice said as he stepped away from the chair. Iris listened hard and counted at least four people were still in the room. Every noise echoed like everything was made of concrete. It was also felt kind of cold and damp. She bet they'd taken her down to the city waterways. There was even a subtle smell to the room that helped her to make that judgement. There were ways to get to the waterways from every part of the city. Even some of the underground tunnels for normal traffic had special entrances in and out of the waterways.

The waterways were a series of aqueducts with the primary purpose of water treatment, storm runoff, and transportation. Work crews, city employees, and law enforcement regularly used the paved tunnels to rapidly move around the city to avoid the normal traffic that was commonplace topside. If her hunch was correct then her captors had connections to someone in the city that could authorize a transport to enter the waterways. Iris felt that she may be dealing with radicals from the city government.

A hand grabbed the bag over her head and yanked it off. The overhead lights looked like an exploding sun and she had to blink several times to get her vision to clear. When her eyesight normalized she came to see that she'd been correct. She was in a concrete room with four people. A pair of domestic canine males and two women, a common feline with another canine.

The walls were bare, but there was still a set of painted letters for latitude and longitude next to the door. Did they not know that the city used lat and long in the waterways along with their maps? Iris didn't know where that coordinate placed her in the city, but she was clear headed enough to read it and commit the first four digits of both numbers committed to memory. Give her enough time and she'd have all eight digits memorized.

The men were also in full riot gear, and the feline female was dressed up like she was probably a police dispatcher. None of it looked any different from the standard issue the city gave to all employees. Were they all actually from the city government? Actual radicals? Or were they just wearing the garb to throw her off if she lived to see a debriefing?

There were plenty of groups in the local government that threw fits over one thing or another. This was a massive city and you can't keep a powder keg like this happy and in harmony for very long before someone else gets there toes stepped on. Some of the drama was over legitimate grievance, but a lot of it was just power politics between two or more corrupt officials. Iris didn't pay much of it any mind since she was fairly apolitical. Most Enforcers tried to just live in the present and do their jobs. So long as the laws were clearly written for them to enforce and their paychecks rolled in every 4th Friday Iris was happy.

The canine female, or 'Boss', was dressed only in plainclothes. Just a pair of women's trousers and a blouse like she was a typical middle class civvie. Iris didn't need to wait for her to speak for her to know if she was the Boss or the other woman. This one wore her rank with her body language alone. She was clearly the one in charge with how the other three seemed to orbit around her.

"Welcome." Boss said dryly. She stood in front of her and crossed her arms. Of course, Iris couldn't reply considering she'd been gagged so she simply watched the ringleader from her seat. Boss turned to the other woman and nodded. That one then went over to a table that now caught Iris' eye.

She examined the table and saw a variety of tools that had a practical intended use, and that also had a different more sinister use for the masochistically inclined. A hammer for a nail was also great at crushing fingers, for example. A pair of pliers to rip out fingernails. Even the nails themselves could be driven into the body in the right places and not kill the subject.

EnVet Iris had been trained to resist torture. She still had no idea why they'd captured her. Iris didn't have any top secret information. Had they been given bad information? Gotten the wrong EnVet? Her pay grade was just too low to get access to the sort of things her captors were likely interested in obtaining. She kept herself calm. This didn't feel like a simple vengeance plot against her for beating someone to death with a baton.

"Want me to start?" The dispatch woman asked her. The Boss curtly nodded. Dispatch retrieved a short length of rubber tubing from the table and then a large plastic syringe. Iris watched with curiosity as the Dispatch started to open up a bottle alcohol. It had a label, but she couldn't get a good look at it. It was a clear liquid. Dispatch actually started filling the syringe and by the time she was finished half of the bottle's contents had been transferred over to the syringe. This was new, Iris thought. Maybe they couldn't afford better drugs? Fat chance at that.

There was a white box with a red cross logo on it. So they came prepared to keep her alive, at least. Dispatch was probably a trained nurse at least, and maybe even one of the men in the room. Maybe they saw the alcohol as a non lethal way to get what they wanted?

Dispatch stepped around her Boss and plugged the tube into the end of the now full syringe. That was when Iris discovered why they'd used a 'ball gag' to shut her up. She jerked her head away, but the two men stepped up grabbed her by the head and held her still while Dispatch threaded the tube into a small hole in the ball gag. Iris felt the tube enter her mouth and began to feed it across her tongue. She tried to use to her tongue to stop the tube, but it was too rigid to push aside. Dispatch was now forcing it down her throat like a feeding tube, which of course it now was.

Once Dispatch had it halfway down her throat she started to depress the syringe and Iris glared at the woman as she felt the liquid pour into her gullet and down into her stomach. There wasn't anything she could do except experience the growing warm sensation of alcohol in her belly. It smelled like some kind of vodka. With the syringe up close for her to see Iris figured she was getting a good 250ml or so of straight vodka dumped into her on an empty stomach. She could handle her liquor just fine, but this was not how she typically drank it.

"Want the whole bottle in her, Boss?" Dispatch asked. Thankfully the woman shook her head.

"Not for now. We can save it for later if its needed." Boss replied. Dispatch unplugged the feeding tube from the syringe and left the feeding tube in place for 'later', then returned the syringe back to the table and its myriad of other tools.

Iris took this as an opportunity to glare up at the Boss. It didn't really bother her that she was now on display and strapped to a chair. Iris didn't sleep in the nude, but she didn't dress modestly either. All she had on when they'd abducted her was a tank top and pair of boyshorts. Just whatever was comfortable and wouldn't make her sweat in the sheets.

She was glaring back at her with a thoughtful look. They maintained each other's gaze until finally Boss looked away to pivot on her heel. Iris took that as a small victory.

"We'll start same as I instructed you before. Do it." Boss told Dispatch. The woman popped open the red cross box and started messing with its contents. The lid opened up like box of fishing tackle and there were many trays and small drawers inside it. It was a tiny science lab filled with vials and implements.

Iris watched as Dispatch tore open a wrapper and pulled out a medical syringe. She picked up a small glass bottle and began to fill the syringe with its contents. She pressed the depressor until a thin stream of liquid shot from the needle, then she flicked it once to knock the syringe dry. Well, at least she was using a clean needle, Iris thought wryly.

There was no sense in fighting it as Dispatch found a vein in her arm and started her injection. She could have struggled, but what if she broke the needle off in her arm by accident? They'd leave it in her arm, grab a fresh needle, and try again. She'd get her dose of mystery drug and an infection along with it. Iris got her dose and glared at Dispatch as she pulled the needle out and went back to the table.

"That'll take effect after how long? Quick, right?" Boss asked her.

"Yes, ma'am. A few minutes and she'll start to feel it. Ten minutes and it's working." Dispatch replied. Both women were now focused on the table with the two men watching her carefully. She glared at them, but neither were particularly responsive to her attempt at intimidation. She wouldn't have been either. Iris was half naked and strapped to a fucking chair. Both were eying her up, too. A lesser woman might have been humiliated by this experience, but Iris had suffered worse.

When had it been? Maybe two or three months into her training, she guessed. She remembered first being shipped off for a month to a training camp where they put her through a bunch of physicals and IQ tests. She'd passed all of her tests well enough to make the CPA happy. After that they started the real training. Her graduating high school was an afterthought. She finished her schooling with night classes while she trained at the academy during the day.

And the worst part of her training wasn't the bootcamp. Iris was resilient. She shouldered the heavy weight, the marathons, and getting her ass beat up by combat instructors. Even getting pepper spray and tear gas in the face wasn't that bad after a while. All of the physical abuse they dished out at her she took in and spat right back. She'd been stubborn and defiant the whole way through. She was a woman that enjoyed surmounting a challenge.

It was the psychological abuse that she didn't know how to cope with. A sixteen year old girl being looked down on by the biggest meanest mother fucker the CPA could find to work as an drill instructor. Iris remembered his lazy eye and how every time you noticed it he'd clap you across the jaw. She'd been floored more than once for letting her eyes drift to wherever his lazy one was looking. She had to learn to stare a hole into his one good eye.

He would scream at her. The worst and ugliest things. Slurs, bigotry, insults, lies. Anything he thought could break her so he'd have an excuse to toss her ass out of the academy. He was clever, creative, and cruel. The closest he got beating her was when he had her weeping on the floor in front of him. He was finishing another abusive rant by telling her she was better off dying in a gutter with her blood, and man's cum, pooling beneath her. His vivid description of her death hit so close to home that for a moment he'd tricked her into thinking that he was the one who'd sunk a knife in her mother's body. They'd dug up her family history just so that he could use it as a weapon to shatter her spirit.

It didn't work. His failure became her victory. At the time she'd thought that if she became an Enforcer then maybe she'd get to put a bullet between a rapist's eyes. It wouldn't bring anyone back from the dead, but if someone's going to die in this city why not let it be someone that fucking deserves it? That's what she told herself as she wept in front of the cruelest man she'd ever met, then socked him in the groin so hard they had to take him to the infirmary.

It was then that Dispatch produced a handful of new items from the box, and handed one of them to the Boss. What she was now holding looked a lot like a key fob to a vehicle. She stepped in front of her and sneered while she held it between her thumb and forefinger. Iris glared up at her with her earlier calm slowly tilting to useful anger.

"Do you know why you're here?" She asked. Iris decided a sneer was a good enough reply. Let her parse that expression.

"She's going to soften you up first before I have my turn with you." She told her.

Fucking try it, Iris thought to herself from behind the gag. Boss clicked the key fob and there was a brief click. The metallic segments to the collar around her neck lit up and Iris was sent her into a fit of screaming convulsions that outdid anything a riot rod could hope to do. Two seconds of pain and it stopped. She was left weeping and her ears rang. Iris felt her heart beating funny now, and her muscles were spazzing out. She couldn't keep her arms and legs still anymore and her abdominals were trying to flex like she was doing a set of crunches.

"Doesn't look like we need this anymore." The Boss said and lifted the rod for Iris to see. No, she fucking wouldn't. What the hell was this collar? Was it even big enough to have a battery in it? Boss handed the rod over to Dispatch who set it on the table. "You, go check on Roy."

One of the men left. He opened the door and quickly left. Iris blinked the tears back, noticed that there was a peephole in the door just like her apartment door. That wasn't normal, but this operation wasn't normal waterway business either. It'd take all of a minute or two to drill a hole through a door and glue in a peephole. Just beneath the sensation of her muscles twitching she felt herself getting warm under the skin. Was that the alcohol or the mystery drug? Iris had been dosed with truth serum several times in training. This didn't feel like sodium thiopental. It was something new.

"Go ahead." Boss told Dispatch and stepped aside to observe the other woman. Boss still held the key fob but it didn't look like she had any intention to use it for now. Her earlier demonstration was more of a show of force. The shock she'd gotten from the collar was definitely stronger than what a riot rod was designed to dish out. There was no way you could use a collar like this on someone too much without killing them. If they thought she was useful to keep alive then they probably wouldn't risk overusing it.

Dispatch was still holding something in her hand. She started examining them and Iris saw they looked like black plastic rings about the diameter of a shot glass and thick like a pencil. They were probably just o-rings from a hardware store. Dispatch approached and took a knee in front of her. She was confused at first, but that was quickly replaced with mild alarm.

Her hand went down and grabbed the top of her underwear and yanked them down to expose her junk. Iris snorted with defiance. What the fuck was this one doing? Dispatch wasn't showing any shame as she began to manhandle her appendage. Iris grunted as she started squeezing her flaccid length before pulling it hard away from her groin. The bitch was terrible at giving handjobs, and she wished she didn't have the ball gag in the way. Now would have been a good time to say something nice and smart.

Iris counted only two rings in Dispatch's hand and the woman singled out one of them in her palm before pressing it over the head Iris' cock. With her collar hooked to the back of the chair she couldn't easily look down at her groin. Dispatch slid the ring down over her dick like she was putting a condom on her. She didn't stop until it was flush with her groin.

The warmth she was feeling before was getting stronger, and the symptoms of her last electric shock were beginning wear off enough for her to tell the difference between them and the drug.

Iris knew she was feeling funny, but she was still trying to pin her symptoms onto a drug in her mental rolodex. She'd been educated in several. It didn't help that having Dispatch grope her tool was getting her dick excited. That wasn't even normal for her. She wasn't a sadist, and was good at keeping her thoughts away from fooling around when she needed to stay professional. Iris had spent too many years naked in coed dorms and locker rooms as an Enforcer. She and most of her peers were pretty desensitized to nudity and even physical contact. When you've seen all your coworkers naked context really starts to fucking matter.

So why then was she getting horny? Why was she starting to pop an erection?

Dispatch tucked the other ring into a breast pocket and started stroking the cock in front of her. This time she was doing a passable job. Gentle strokes with just enough squeeze to feel alright. That just led Iris to feel even more confusion. The o-ring at the base of her cock was starting to feel tight as her cock began to swell.

"I guess this means your packing even when your off duty, huh? What a big girl cock you have." Dispatch said with the most mocking of tones. Iris glared down at her, but the woman wasn't phased. Why should she when she literally had her in the palm of her hand? Under other circumstances Iris'd have smiled, but now she was just angry. Were they planning to humiliate her with a sexual assault?

She was feeling even hotter now. How many minutes had it been? Dispatch had said something about ten minutes and it'd be 'working'. It hadn't been that long yet, but her cock was starting to get rigid. The o-ring was beginning to strain against her girth.

Iris had inherited more than just her daddy's height apparently. She didn't like to show off her assets in public and tended to dress modestly up top and down low. She was professional like that. It was fortunate for her that she was more of a grower than a shower, but that wasn't helping her now with her cock swelling right against the o-ring until the rubber started to sting against her skin. She could feel her heartbeat pound in her dick as the blood fought its way under the ring and into her cock.

When Dispatch leaned in to start sucking her cock Iris was feeling a ugly combination of sensations and feelings. Her confusion continued, but honestly if all they were going to do was sexually assault her they were fat out of luck and breaking her. Did they seriously think an Enforcer with ten years of experience would wilt from a blowjob?

She felt more than a pair of lips at the head of her cock. Dispatch started using her tongue to tease at the edge of her foreskin. Iris started sneering as she felt the woman's tongue slip under her skin and tickle her head all the way around as Dispatch explored her cock. Iris grunted quietly when she felt the woman yank her skin down her dick to pop the head of her cock free. Her glans was swollen in the woman's mouth and all that did was invite her to start swirling her tongue around even more. Iris could not be any less amused that Dispatch was revealing that she actually did know what the fuck to do with a cock.

The alcohol burning in her belly was starting to let itself be known.

How many hours had it been since she last ate? Probably ten or more. The warm sensation was creeping all across her skin and she couldn't tell if it was the vodka's doing or the drug. She felt it everywhere and her dick kept getting harder. Dispatch wrapped her mouth around the end of her dick and started suckling on her. Iris was watching her intently, and caught her as soon as she was so distracted by the dick she was sucking that she wasn't paying much attention to its owner. Iris reminded her that she was still sitting in the chair by jerking her hips up as hard as she could. She could feel her cock jab hard against the roof of the woman's mouth and slip backward until it plugged her somewhere deep.

Dispatched gagged and choked before backed off with a cough and a vicious glare.

"Fuck you!" She stood up. Iris sneered happily from behind her gag. Fuck you, too, bitch!

Her dick was stiff as a fucking rock now. She was so fucking horny! It was like she'd gone back in time to when she was a hormonal teenager having discovered her first porn site. Doped again on a rush of hormones with a brain so full of nudity and innuendo she couldn't think straight unless her sight and senses were lasered in on a naked body.

Well, fuck! That's what the drug was doing, wasn't it? There were several pills on the market, legal and not, that were designed to do exactly this kind of shit! All the ones she'd seen on tv, and the ones she'd confiscated, were all pills or powders. Did this shit come in liquid form, too? Didn't matter now. If they can make gel tablets for acetaminophen then why can't they put a dose of aphrodisiac into a syringe? Fuck. Well, that explains that!

If they'd put an aphrodisiac in her system then she guessed they hoped to use pleasure to break her? Numb her brain with lust so they could bribe her with release? Some fucking kinky harlots were in charge of this shit operation! Sexual assault, her lizard ass! The academy hadn't prepared her for this shit. Couldn't they have just tried waterboarding her instead? At least that way she'd get to lay down and relax while they wasted their fucking time. This was more than a bit different from what the academy had anticipated.

"Need assistance?" Boss asked her lackey. Dispatch wiped spit from her mouth and shook her head. Iris watched her walk back to the table. She filled another syringe full and Iris had to seriously consider fighting her if she went in for that second dose.

How was she feeling? Warm all over with the alcohol setting in. She was sober for now, but as the vodka worked her up and down she knew she was not going to be at her best. The guard watching her would have better odds against at whipping her ass what with her having been drugged and being completely disarmed. And fuck them for doping her! Her heart was beating fast and she was very much ready for a round or two in the bedroom. She didn't give her captors the satisfaction of watching her shake her head to clear her thoughts.

The memory of Dispatch sucking her dick was glued to her mind. The syringe was filled again with drug, but Iris watched as she placed the needle back down on the table.

"Let's put you under more stress first." She said and pulled the other o-ring back out from her breast pocket. She took another knee in front of her and the woman used both hands to stretch the o-ring out wide. They were tough pieces of rubber, and the one wrapped around the base of her cock was fighting very hard to choke her dick. Iris wagered that if she wasn't doped up then the o-ring would have won its fight a long time ago. She'd have gone soft from the discomfort. It was painful having it wrapped so tight around her, but she'd been through more painful shit and so she endured.

Dispatch used both her thumbs and index fingers to pry the black ring open until her hands were trembling from the effort. Iris realized what she was going to do and tried moving her hips. Her cock was standing upright and completely defenseless. Dispatch thrust her hands down and hit her mark. She snapped her hands away just in time to let the o-ring snap tight just behind the crown of her cockhead.

The enormous pressure on her dick left her snorting and hissing through the ball gag. Fuck them! She jerked her hips in reflex to get away from the pain, but there was fuck all she could do about the second o-ring on her cock. She snorted and dared to twist to her neck to look down. Her cock was fully engorged and straining at both black rings. The major veins that carried blood to and from her cock were starting to bulge from the pressure. She jerked her head back up to bore a hole between Dispatch's eyes with the hottest glare she could muster.

"How does that feel? Good?" Dispatch sneered, and Iris kept on glaring. The woman stood back up and returned to the table. She picked up the syringe and Iris felt herself pull at her bindings out of an instinct for self preservation. Fuck this! Iris was going to fight it this time. She had no idea how to fight this kind of abuse, but if they doped her again with that shit then how would that fucking work? She panicked. Iris was trained to remain calm, but they'd slipped a knife in just under her defenses and in that moment she lost the fucking plot.

She bucked her hips and started thrashing herself side to side in the chair as the woman, and her syringe, approached. Iris started cussing through the gag, but none of it came out as words. She did her damnedest to put up the fiercest display, and it actually worked. Dispatch was visibly wary of getting anywhere near her arm.

"Jackson, pin her arm to the chair." Boss told the guard.

"No!" Dispatch interrupted them both. "Get behind her and yank her head back against the chair."

The guard stepped around and out of her line of sight while she continued to thrash until the leather straps on her arms were biting into her skin. Two hands quickly grabbed her beneath her chin and hauled her head backwards. She was strong, and fought it, but he eventually won with a grunt and her head was tilted back until it hurt. Dispatch leaned in and let the syringe hover just over her neck.

A sharp sting. Iris felt the needle jab into the side of her neck and she struggled against the guard's grip, but his hands held her tightly in place while Dispatch quickly deposited her payload. She slipped the needle out of her jugular and stepped back.

"Now let's see how hard you fight." She was mocking her. The guard let her go and Iris could hardly feel the spot where she'd been stabbed. Too much heat in her body now. Vodka and drug!

"With two doses she's going to have some trouble, Boss." Dispatch said before returning to the table. She was preparing a third dose, and all Iris could do was glare with rage.

"She's bleeding." Boss replied. Yeah, she bet she fucking was! Dispatch turned and curled her lip up. She pulled a white square from the medical box and ripped it open to produce a small bandage. She stepped back over to Iris and pressed the square to her neck. Oh, how fucking generous they were. Quality fucking aftercare! Iris jerked herself angrily toward the woman who quickly skipped back a step. Yeah, fucking piss yourself, bitch.

"That'll be enough for now." Boss spoke up and waved Dispatch aside. Iris pivoted her gaze to the Boss and they stared each other down. She turned slightly on her heel and walked around to Iris' side until she was out of her line of sight. What sort of predatory bullshit was this? The woman was maybe five and a half feet in height and dressed in plain clothes. There wasn't anything predatory about her except the key fob in her hand. That was the only thing she was concerned about from Boss.

She entered her line of sight from her opposite side as expected and continued to walk lightly until she was back in front of her again. What a pointless waste of time. Iris was feeling the vodka a lot harder now. Her command over her body felt sluggish and dull. Mentally she was awake and aware but the fucking vodka was screwing up her motor functions. The only saving grace she could find was that she was seven foot of athlete. A half bottle of vodka could only impair her so much.

"Marcus Rhinebeck." She told her. Iris went still, but held her gaze hard on the woman.

"You can nod your head to answer." She continued as Iris narrowed her gaze and listened.

"Two weeks from now Deputy Commander Marcus Rhinebeck will be returning from Washington. We know what plane he will be on. We know that you will be assigned to his security detail upon his return." She explained.

Iris wasn't working any security detail? Right now she was working beats on weekdays alongside Precinct 7. She rode a fucking motorcycle all day!

"You're superiors will be informing you of your reassignment a week from today. The paperwork is already in the system, Iris." Boss seemed to have sensed her confusion. The woman sure did clear it up. A change in her assignment to run security for Deputy Commander Rhinebeck. Well, shit.

To someone like Iris a Deputy Commander was like your boss' boss' boss. Once you get that high up the chain they stop logging your promotions in the public domain. There were several Deputy Commanders in the force, but all that information was kept close to the chest by all Enforcers. With all the infighting and corruption in city government the CPA took great care to isolate themselves from the rest of the herd. They were the aloof arm of law enforcement in a sea of backstabbing devils in government. Normal beat cops didn't always answer to the CPA like common sense would lead one to think. Most cops were just thugs living on taxpayer dime depending on whose jurisdiction your in.

Boss, this woman, had herself an insider. If she knew that Rhinebeck was a Deputy Commander, and could even figure out his travel plans, let alone Iris' own current and future assignments then this was clearly fucking bad. So why did they want Rhinebeck? That was too high up above her own pay grade for her to know why.

"Now, we need you to help us." She added. Iris turned her palms up and flipped her two birds. Boss ignored it.

"If he makes it back to the city we won't be able to touch him. You're going to tell us where the Deputy Commander likes to stay when he's in Washington. We've had trouble figuring that out, but you seem to have a history with working with the Deputy Commander." She said, and it was getting difficult for her to think straight. She was starting to burn up. Her fucking cock wasn't letting up and now she was pretty fucking sure that she was past the point of no return with this drug. Iris could feel her dick twitching with her heartbeat with that familiar 'close to popping' sensation lingering right on the periphery of her senses. If Dispatch had the balls to try blowing her again she'd fucking hose her down whether Iris wanted it or not.

"You're going to tell us the hotel he uses. There are so many options to pick from in D.C. that we simply don't have the time to investigate all of them." Boss said. "Are you going to cooperate?"

Iris curled her lips in a nasty grin and tightened her fists into the hardest pair of middle fingers she could hope to give. Fuck them. Boss didn't look surprised, and why should she? They'd hardly done shit to break an EnVet. Iris watched the woman shift her arm, and saw her thumb hover over the key fob. A tiny click.

Iris screamed through the ball gag as raw lightning lanced through her from the collar. Every muscle tightened like steel and her fingernails dug into her palms. The current vanished as soon as it'd arrived and Iris sat rigid in the chair as her muscles began to spasm uncontrollably as she struggled to recover. Her arms and legs twitched against her bindings and her whole diaphragm and abdomen flexed and trembled as her nervous system tried to make sense of itself.

Muscles buried deep in her pelvis flexed hard and she felt her balls tighten up to her body. She jerked against the collar and fought her bindings as she shouted through the gag as a load of cum forced itself against the o-ring at the base of her cock. Not a drop could squeeze past the vice grip of the rubber ring. Her testicles went taut as the pressure in her groin ramped up, and yet her muscles were still shuddering involuntarily and making her dick twitch angrily in her lap.

"What's happening?" Boss asked. Iris was weeping now. That fucking hurt! What the fucking bullshit was this? The woman turned to Dispatch who wore a wicked satisfied look on her face.

"She got off, ma'am." She laughed. "You shocked one right out of her! I didn't know that could happen!"

She sounded fucking elated by the news that her torture method had secrets to fucking reveal. The fucking psychopath! Iris blinked until her vision was clear. Her body was very slowly edging down from the pain and turbulence of being electrocuted. The ringing in her ears was dull and fading into the background like white noise.

"Will you cooperate?" Boss asked her again. Iris swallowed a big gulp of spit and forced her hands to open. She swore she could smell blood from where her fingernails dug into her palms. With enormous effort she flipped Boss another pair of birds, then she smiled from behind the gag. Boss frowned, and then turned to Dispatch. Damn right she'll turn to her. They can't shock her over and over again without killing her! Let Dispatch work her bitch magic. Let her fucking try it!

Iris watched Dispatch pick up the syringe again. Just fucking bring it, bitch! Bring it hard and bring it fast, because shit was going to hit the mother fucking fan! And that was all because there was no God damned Marcus Rhinebeck! She'd never heard that name, not once in ten years! Her crazed smile never left her lips even as the guard was told to pin her head back again. Iris tried to laugh, but all of it was muffled by the gag. Oh, these stupid crooks thought they'd abducted a lizard that shat golden eggs, huh? The syringe poked a new hole in her jugular and deposited the third payload of drug into her body.

"I can max out at four of these, Boss." Dispatch said. Four was her limit, huh? Well, fucking bring it. If they took out the gag she'd gladly tell them that there were four fucking lights!

"We'll see if it comes to that." Boss replied.

Everything fucking hurt! Iris snorted and tried to will her body back into compliance. She only barely succeeded. Her legs were all out of order, but her arms mostly obeyed her. She had to flip her palms back down to grab the ends of the chair arms. She didn't want to slice her palms open with her own fingernails. Dispatch turned to face Boss.

"Do you want to wait for it to take?" She asked. Iris was popping her gaze back and forth between the two women now. Boss looked thoughtful, but patient. She was prepared to take as much time as needed, Iris wagered. Good thing for her that Dispatch wasn't in charge. That one looked eager to do whatever she thought would work, and that would probably leave her dead in this fucking chair.

"It looks like you're in a lot of pain, Iris. This would go so much easier for you if you cooperated with us." Boss continued with her interrogation. She stepped closer to Iris and eyed her up and down. She let her eyes linger over her cock, then curled one side of her mouth up. "Jackson."

"Ma'am?" The guard behind her replied.

"I think my playing bad cop is a bad strategy. Go get the riot rod for me." She told him, and he stepped around the chair and retrieved the riot rod off the table. Iris' blood felt like it was going to boil right through her skin. The vodka was at war with the drug she'd been pumped full of. It was one part dulling of the senses that made her motor functions sluggish, and one very big part of an electric fire that burned all over with artificial arousal. No amount of pain was going to get her dick to soften with the lightning in a bottle that'd been let loose into her bloodstream.

She couldn't even be sure an orgasm would solve her problems now. She'd already gotten off already for fucks sake! Her dick was painfully rigid and bound tight by two fucking cock rings. It felt like her orgasm had actually made everything worse! Was it the drug or just being denied the chance to vent the pressure?

"Give her a taste." Boss ordered, and Jackson moved to her side and she gave him a sideways glare. The rod started clicking and he pressed it to her left shoulder. She screamed and shuddered and shook in the chair for about a second before he pulled the rod off her. "Again."

Another scream as the rod clicked with the metal pressed tight to her arm. She could hear her heartbeat thudding in her ears just behind the ringing noise. Her breathing was short as fuck now and she couldn't slow it down despite her best go of it. She counted every beat of her heart and figured she was probably starting to suffer from tachycardia. They were going to kill her with a heart attack at this rate.

"Tell us where he's staying, please." She repeated her question. Iris glared at her, then extended both her middle fingers without letting go of the arms of the chair. She didn't think Boss caught the gesture. That didn't stop the woman from frowning at her. "Again."

The rod pressed against her skin prematurely. The steel end of the rod was cold against her skin, then went the clicks. After she finished screaming through the gag she tried counting her heart beats again. Maybe three or four beats a second. Not good. She wasn't a doctor, but she knew that if it kept getting worse she'd probably die.

Iris didn't really feel like dying today and especially not with a fucking erection jutting from her lap! And sure as fuck not at the age of twenty six. She had a lot to live for, you know? Books to read, people to date, riots to suppress. Iris had shit she still wanted to do!

What would happen if she lied to them, she wondered? They'd kill her either way, she figured. As soon as they got what they wanted they weren't going to let her live. Boss would probably click the key fob and hold the button down until there was a cooked lizard stuck to the chair. Like she'd suspected earlier that metal container that used to bring her here would turn into her coffin.

Her objective instead should be to stall as long as possible. So long as she didn't talk they'd have to be cautious about torturing her. If Dispatch had some medical training she had to know they couldn't keep electrocuting her, right? Iris hoped the bitch had medical training. The Net was not a substitute for med school!

"Where is he staying? It's a simple enough question." Boss asked again. Iris didn't know how long this would all take. If they'd seriously abducted her to get information about a man that didn't exist then surely the CPA knew she was gone. All of this was just a counter op to sniff out conspirators. This group had clearly been watching Iris, but who was watching the watchers? The CPA no doubt had a team in place waiting for these guys to make a move on Iris and their fictitious man in Washington.

It all came down to how good this group was at covering their tracks, she guessed. They couldn't be that good. She'd been well trained to resist torture and these people didn't seem to know what the hell they were doing. Why were they deploying weird shit, too? She couldn't know, and probably never would if the CPA felt like being secretive when, and if, they debriefed her.

Regardless, no one had shown up to rescue her yet. How long had it been? She wasn't sure. There were no clocks anywhere and she wasn't really in the right state of mind and body to give a good guess. Iris didn't want to keep flipping the bird. If she refused to answer she'd get the rod again.

She snorted and made a decision. It was dumb as fuck decision, but she nodded her head quickly anyway to get it over with. Boss eyed her with suspicion at first, but Iris followed up her look with a grunt, feigning weakness, and another insistent nod to fully commit to her gamble. Boss didn't look satisfied, but she finally exhaled and looked over at Jackson. She nodded at him, and Iris in turn glanced at him.

He didn't have a holster for the riot rod so he turned it off and sat it on a nearby table before coming back over to her. She didn't fight him when he started to pull the feeding tube from her. When he began to work at the straps it felt good when the them begin to loosen up around her snout. Iris kept her eyes forward to look at Boss while she patiently waited for Jackson to remove the gag. She didn't know how this was going to work out, but she was now fully committed.

Iris held her jaw shut just tight enough that the ball gag didn't want to slip past her teeth when Jackson moved to pull it from her mouth. She felt one of his fingertips brush against her lips. She opened her mouth quickly and jabbed her tongue forward at the gag. The ball was free of her mouth and she snapped her jaws shut and felt her teeth dig into Jackson's gloved finger. She bite down with everything she had.

He scream like a little girl and fell backward cradling his hand against his belly. Iris smiled and drew all the blood and spit she could and spat it as hard as she could over at Boss. The woman was slow on the draw and failed to dodge the severed end of Jackson's' index finger. It hit her on her blouse and left a bloodstain.

"You bitch!" Jackson recovered with half of a man's voice. Boss looked positively livid now.

"Shove it-" Iris intended to say 'up your ass', but Boss clicked the key fob before she could finish her insult. This time there was no ball gag to muffle her scream. She had no idea she could be so loud when screaming in agony as the collar pulsed another dangerous amount of current throughout her body.

Her heart rate had to now be close to 400 beats per minute. Anything of that level, sustained, could result in a number of ugly conditions and all of them could kill her. Not that she was coherent enough to actually count the beating of her heart. Her muscles were again spasming from her toes up to her eyes. She clenched her mouth shut along with her fists and narrowly avoided biting off the end of her tongue.

The muscles in her abdomen and groin were flexing and she felt her balls yank up tight against her body again. Iris arched her back and watched as her eyelids fluttered, twitched. Another orgasm exploded from her prostate and balls and the cockring at the base of her cock was again under siege from the pressure of her cumshot.

She heard something snap like the crack of a whip, and the pressure at her bottom of her dick vanished only to slide down her dick and catch just behind the head of her cock. Every hot pent up ounce of cum was now trapped behind the second o-ring, but couldn't get through her pinched urethra. Every bit of it just backed up in her cock until her urethral tube running along the underside of her cock was left angry and engorged with an unspent load.

"Put something back in her mouth!" Boss shouted at Jackson who was climbing back onto his feet.

"She bit off my finger!" he shouted back. The current was gone and Iris was struggling to get her breathing and heart back under control. She looked down and caught a glimpse of her cock. Rigid and pissed off with every vein seemingly on the verge of popping. Everything hurt. Her balls, her cock, every muscle in her body hurt! The ringing was slow to fade and she gave up on counting her heart beat. She actually wished they'd given her the rest of the vodka that way it might've dulled some of the pain for her.

"Shut her mouth, dammit!" Boss shouted again and Jackson bit his tongue rather than shout back. He started hunting for something that wasn't the ball gag. She wasn't going to let them put that back on her, at least not without someone losing another fingertip. The taste of iron was still in her mouth and she suddenly felt disgusted. She spat again to get the taste off her tongue.

"Fucking try it!" Iris shouted with a voice that sounded like she was stuck shivering in the arctic. Iris had her eyes on the key fob. Sure, Boss could try shutting her up that way. That'd probably kill her though. Leave her permanently silent, and she had to know that. Let the bitch stew with impotent rage knowing that she couldn't force her to talk with the tools at hand. Iris eyed to her left and was reminded that they had manual tools to butcher her up, but at this point what could they do that wouldn't send her into shock or worse? They'd fucked up. The fucking amateurs.

"Shut. Her. Up!" Boss screamed. Jackson produced a velcro strap that honestly couldn't hold shit shut. It wasn't even that long, but it was probably the only thing he could find under pressure.

Then there were three heavy knocks on the door. All three of her captors jerked their attention to the door.

"Fuck off! We're busy!" Iris shouted to distract them all. Oh, she prayed it was the cavalry, but they didn't need to know that. They were probably expecting it to be their goons, and honestly it might as well be for all Iris knew.

"Door!" Boss shouted at Jackson, before looking back at Dispatch. "You said you can do four doses?"

"Y-yes, four." Dispatch replied nervously, but she was eying both Iris and the fingertip on the floor. She knew what the price was now for getting too close to a pair of angry reptilian teeth.

"Get it ready!" Boss shouted at her. Her anger was white and hot and it showed in her body language. She'd gone and lost her composure. Jackson moved to the door and checked the peephole. Iris was busy boring a hole through the back of his head and she watched him check the door, and then a unmuffled band sang through the steel. In an instant there was a gaping hole in Jackson right where she'd been staring. His body dropped like a wet rag and she saw he'd been shot clean through his left eye.

Before either Boss or Dispatch could react two Enforcers ripped the door off its hinges with a door ram. In the span of two seconds there were suddenly four fully armed Enforcers in the room with rifles trained on both of the women. A white clad fox with a red cross insignia on his chest and arms rushed in with a tackle box in hand.

"Jesus Christ, what did they do to you!" The medic's confusion was palpable as he took a knee next to her and sat his box on the concrete by her feet. Another man in uniform entered the room with two more Enforcers at his side. She didn't recognise the man, but she did recognise his rank.

"Enforcer Iris Meranni!" The Deputy Commander said loud and clear. He approached her with his hands crossed behind his back. He looked to be in his sixties and his uniform was crisp and pristine. He panned his eyes up and down her and had a look of disgust on his face, then turned to the two women who were now standing with their backs to the wall and hands on their heads.

"Sir!" Iris replied as calmly as she could given her condition.

"Which of these women is in charge?" He asked.

"The plainclothes female." She replied. The Deputy Commander snapped his fingers and pointed a finger gun gesture at Dispatch. One of the Enforcer shot Dispatch between the eyes and her body crumpled to the floor, which left Boss screaming and sobbing with all her anger now turned to unbridled terror. "Medic, treat Enforcer Iris, and someone get her out of that Goddamn chair!"

"She has a key fob on her!" Iris shouted. She didn't know where the key fob got off to during the door breach. She didn't want to die as a last gesture of defiance from Boss!

The Deputy Commander pointed a finger over at Boss.

"Key fob?" He asked.

"L-left pocket! Left pocket!" She shouted through her tears. The same Enforcer that shot dispatch approached her and reached into her pants pocket and produced the key fob.

"She was shocking me with that! Shock collar!" Iris explained. She turned to the medic who looked uncertain as to how to treat her condition. "They injected me with some aphrodisiac and force fed be vodka. Three doses of drug. I was electrocuted multiple times with a riot rod and the collar. Have tachycardia."

The medic started cussing and began to pull things out of his tackle box as she tried to rattle off every symptom she knew to identify. The Deputy Commander waited until she'd exhausted herself then approached her as the the others did a sweep of the room and gave Boss a thorough frisking.

"I'll have you know that the operation was a success, Enforcer Iris. You have my apologies for not informing you of the operation beforehand, but it was necessary that the abductee know as little as possible about our operation. We knew their target would be under heavy surveillance." He explained. She nodded at him. An Enforcer was now kneeling at her side and another somewhere behind her trying to undo her bindings. The medic gave her two injections while the Deputy Commander spoke.

"After you're cleared by medical you will be treated to some much needed R&R, Enforcer Iris. You've earned it. We'll be cleaning house a little now that we have Ms Callahan in custody." he added. Iris' arms and legs were finally freed and they were now at work unhooking the collar from her neck and the bindings on her torso and tail. It felt so good to be free, but she was still in so much pain.

"Thank you, sir." She told the Deputy Commander. He nodded, then turned away from her.

"Is the sweep finished?" he asked someone else, and began conversing with an Enforcer.

"I gave you a pain killer and something to help slow your heart rate down to something safer. I'll be taking you to a hospital now." The medic told her. He keep looking at her cock with great concern. She looked down at herself and saw that she was just at rigid and engorged as before.

"It's a rubber o-ring." She told him. He gave it a moment's thought then went to retrieve a scalpel from his box of tools. Shouting yanked her attention back up and toward Boss.

"I'm not going to talk to any of you! I want a lawyer!" 'Ms Callahan' shouted at an Enforcer who'd taken her by an arm. "You just murdered two people in cold blood! We, I, have rights!"

Oh, that's fucking rich! After all she'd pulled on her? The fucked up torture and the electric chair treatment? The Deputy Commander's reply to Boss was simply curt laughter, then he pivoted to look back over at Iris.

"Before medical evacs you to the hospital, Enforcer Iris," The Deputy Commander said, then paused a moment to look back at Boss briefly. He looked back at her with something that looked a lot like mischief in his eye. "Perhaps you would like to ask Ms Callahan a few questions for me?"

"Sir, she needs to go to a hospital. Now." The medic stood up and faced the Deputy Commander. The medic's defiance was ignored. The Deputy Commander's eyes were only on her. With shaky legs she stood up. Everything hurt, but she still found it in her will her body to move and obey. Now that she was standing upright she towered over the terrified woman with her back once more to the wall. She was also taller than everyone else in the room, including the very average height medic who had too look up her tall frame to meet her eyes. The fox wore the look of a doctor worried for his patient. She probably really did need to go to the hospital.

Instead, she straightened her posture and saluted the Deputy Commander and gave him a grin. He returned it with one of his own. He pointed to the ceiling and made a quick circular gesture and one by one the Enforcers began to file out of the room as Boss' look of terror began to amplify.

"No! I have rights! I have fucking rights!" She screamed herself hoarse and backed herself into the corner of the room. The Commander leveled a hard glare at the medic who very reluctantly left the room. Then he, too, moved to the doorway and gave her one last look.

"Don't kill her." He said, then turned and left.

"I-I have rights." Boss' voice had lost its fight. She slumped into the corner. "Please."

Iris smiled. Everything hurt like hell, but the painkiller was starting to work and she could feel her heartbeat slowing down to an excited thud. She walked over to the table where the riot rod was resting and she picked it up. She thumbed the lock and pulled the narrow trigger on the handle. A rapid series of pops left Boss going pale under her fur. Iris turned away from the table and stepped in front of her while she started drumming the rod in her palm nice and slow. The Deputy Commander had left without telling her what to ask, hadn't he? She was certain that that was intentional oversight.

"Do you know what a riot rod feels like, Boss?" Iris asked her, and she started sobbing and shaking her head silently. She looked down past the riot rod and at her cock, which was heavy with blood and cum. Her own 'rod' was twitching angrily with all of its contents under pressure. "Well, maybe you know what a cock feels like?"

The speed at which Beatrix 'Boss' Callahan sold out her accomplices was breathtaking to behold.