Fayer House -- Trails and Revelations
#3 of Fayer House
_~chuckles lightly~ Well, I'm glad to see that it took me a lot less time to complete this chapter than it did for the last. I'm rather happy with the results of this one.
Ok, and for those of you wondering. I will go back to my Complex story series. Chances are what I've written for the chapter might either be salvaged or scrapped, probably a little of both. But I'm getting off track for the House.
Ok, you know the deals by now. Characters are (c) AC, sorry now if they happen to be like your fursona/characters. If you're not 18, seriously, why are you looking at this. Here's a coloring book and some crayons. Go to your corner.
The triple dashes show change of scene or POV, and the italics show thoughts. Oh, and keep a look out. Once I get things established, I might be looking for 'customers.' :P_
It was a wet night. The scent of fresh rain mingled up from the city streets like perfume, doing a good job of masking the predator's scent.
The jaguar was standing quietly in a secluded alleyway, seeming to be wondering just how long it would be before someone would be dumb enough to walk by. It was the middle of nowhere in relation to the city. Walking distance from the local mall, near a poorly placed ATM, and well away from any police involvement. He even pulled a crank emergency on the pay phone nearby and it took nearly 20 minutes for any officers to arrive. It was perfect.
And the large mass walking through the night's mist was just as. Fresh from the ATM, putting its wallet away. The form wore no shirt, proving that it was a male. A bit tall, which meant to him that balance could be an issue. Didn't look too huge. The jaguar had handled larger with relative ease. Should be a simple run up, pocket pick and haul into the night.
The jaguar smirked firmly to himself, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his head before he swiftly charged his target.
Darkness. That was what the majority of the room contained. Pure, unadulterated darkness. Home to some of the most devious, despicable and dangerous things one could ever imagine.
'Yet oddly enough, I think I've been here before,' Inaris thought to himself. He groaned loudly, rubbing at his throat. The first thing he realized was that a metal collar was snapped firmly around his neck. Leaning forward showed that a hefty chain was attached to it, the other end held firmly into the stone walls.
"Ok. Steel collar. Chained to the wall. No handcuffs." He squinted and thought again, looking down to his paws. Attached to one of his wrists were police-issue handcuffs, the feline blinking weakly towards them. "Correction. Half-attached handcuffs." He gave a soft chuckle to himself, trying to get his eyes adjusted to the minimal lighting. "Now if I remember this scene correctly, I should look to my right and find several hundred pounds of walking dog chow. OW!"
As if on cue to the remarks, Lance had tossed a bottle of water towards Inaris' head, inflicting a direct blow. "You know, kid," Lance started to say with a bit of an angered undertone. "If you keep making smart-ass remarks like that you'll never make your way out of here."
"To be honest, if you folks keep choking me out and knocking me unconscious, I might not have the brain cells to make an escape attempt." Inaris shook off the small pain forming now thanks to the more recent assault, picking up the bottle and unscrewing the cap. "So why are you down here this time?"
Lance gave a shrug before he motioned towards the remainder of a six-pack of water bottles. "Same thing as last time. Making sure you stay hydrated. Though to be honest, I'm surprised you haven't been skinned alive yet."
"Why you say that?" Inaris asked after taking a drink. Which promptly was followed by him chucking the now empty bottle towards the cell door.
Lance cocked an eyebrow slightly, turning his form to face Inaris. "What, you haven't heard about the girls?" Inaris shook his head lightly, causing a weak groan to slip from Lance. "Alright, I'll give you the rundown. You have a minute?"
Inaris blinked lightly, reaching one of his paws back to tug on the chain. "I got all the time in the world."
"Good." Lance took a moment to run his fingers through his headfur, formulating his words. "All three of the girls you were with last night? Well, all three of them had to get stitches, putting them out of commission for a week. They can't even have personal fun until they're removed. But it was the stitches alone that really pissed off Tifa."
"Which one was she?"
"She's the panther."
"Should have guessed," Inaris said smugly. "She did seem to be the bitchiest out of all three. But go on."
"Yeah, she's a bit of a loose cannon," Lance added on, rolling his eyes lightly. Once he shook that moment off he restarted with his serious tone. "But she also takes heavy pride on herself, especially her body. To sum it up, all three of the girls want revenge. And Tifa wants to break your legs and rip you a new tailhole." He took a moment to watch a cringe form on Inaris' face before he continued. "But it gets better."
Lance gave a soft smirk before he began to count off names on his fingers. "Mistress Theresa is pissed because you hurt our biggest money makers, next to The Twins and Misha. Master Crux isn't happy with you because you ruined some good sheets, and now he owes a hefty sum to Hewlett. And the Doc herself is really pissed at you, as you should know. You pulled her here on her day off. Not to mention you upset Cory a little bit with your comments to him. But I think poking you on your wounds made up for things." Lance wiggles the four digits he had raised. "That's four furs right there. I'm pretty sure I could make a full set easily."
"Don't need to," Inaris grumbled out lightly, his gaze having shifted to look at the floor between his legs. "Gods, what did I get myself into?"
"The better question is what could you have done differently?" Lance tilted his head slightly, giving a chuckle to himself from the feline's non-reaction. "Or are you really that naïve?"
"If I still had that bottle, it would be flying right at your head," Inaris just flatly said, growing a bit annoyed of the equine already. They both sat silent for a moment, the feline fidgeting his foot somewhat to lightly tap his foot claws against the stone. "Alright," he finally said, just trying to break the silence. "What gives?"
"Come again?"
Inaris looked lightly towards Lance, having to look up slightly to meet him eye to eye. "How did you get here?"
"Me?" Lance gave a chuckle, his hazel eyes giving an odd shine in the dim light provided by the overhead fluorescent bulbs. "I had just turned twenty. Started a military career, as my father had. Problem was I was too much of a trouble maker. Got discarded before I even got out of basic. Dad pretty much disowned me, and my Mom had already passed. Had nothing to fall on. Stuck out on the streets managing to live off of bum jobs and homeless shelters. Crux found me one night in an alleyway near death. Took me in and brought me back to health. This is my way of repaying him."
"By being a trophy boy for the last four years?"
"Four and a half, thank you very much," Lance corrected, giving a triumphant smile. He then gave a soft tug onto the collar around his neck. "I didn't become the Alpha of the male harem just because I have a huge wang."
"Probably helped."
"Not really."
Inaris smirked again. "Oh don't kid yourself, Lance. You know the fact you're packing is a bit of a supporting factor."
Lance shook his head lightly, opening one of the bottles of water to take a drink. "Even though there be two other horses on the harem list? I think not. Its called being one of the few brave enough to stand up to Crux and deal his bullshit right back to him." He took another sip of his water before he smirked. "If you think you can survive long enough to try and take him on, be my guest. But according to him, you already failed once."
"Don't remind me," Inaris mumbled out, lightly waving a paw to try and silence the equine. He didn't need to be reminded of the fiasco that landed him here in the first place. He subconsciously rubbed at the faint bruise that had formed from the bottle hit, looking up towards the cell door to see someone peeking in from the other side. He squinted at the figure peering through the small trap door, trying to decipher who it was before it closed.
"Good, he's awake," Theresa said after she had closed the viewing door. "And Lance hasn't beat the crap out of him yet. So apparently Kitten is wising up."
"That still isn't stopping me from wanting to skin his hide, Mistress," Tifa growled out quietly. She was rubbing lightly on the gauze wrapping around her left shoulder that protected her stitches, wishing it would stop itching. "Just give me five minutes with him."
"And he'll be dead in three," Theresa said, turning to lean her back against the cell door. Subconsciously she began to rub her wedding band on her right paw, twisting the gold ring near her knuckle. "Calm down, Tiffany. You will be able to get your revenge on that brat soon enough." She manages to stop fiddling with her band long enough to pet the panther behind an ear, eliciting a light purr from her. "How are the others?"
Tifa leaned lightly into the pettings for the short time they spanned, huffing lightly even though she kept a smile. "Krissy has finally crashed from the adrenaline rush and the protein shake Lance gave her. Alexia is uncaring about the entire thing, as she always tends to be about most things. All three of us are still having fuzziness about the ordeal after he gotten loose."
Theresa gave a weak nod to herself before she thought about something. "For what you do remember, how did he perform?"
Tifa couldn't help but to stop her rubbing, actually pondering her answer. Once she figured out one, her gaze shifted from the random direction she was facing to look Theresa in the eyes. "He's a model brat, Mistress. His endurance is unnatural. I remember at least that he mounted me in both my sex and my ass. Made me peak twice to his zero."
Theresa gave a faint nod, passing the question off as just trying to figure him out. She nodded and dismissed the pantheress, silently watching the girl limp off towards the stairs. "Gods, it must be hard being a digitgrade with leg injuries," she mumbled to herself, waiting a few moments to give the feline a head start before she made her way towards the steps.
"So he has a bit of endurance on him," she pondered aloud, as if trying to figure out what to do next. "But he's kind of weak to being choked out. Then again, who isn't? So obvious we need to work on his breath control issues. Makes me wish we still had that orca around." She chuckled softly to herself about the male in question, since she and Crux release harem member to their own free will when they reach thirty-five. With plenty of funds to get them back on their feet and a rent-free apartment. She stopped in her steps though, pondering just how long it has been since they released said orca. "Aww, that means we'll be losing Victor and Kristina soon. That's a bummer."
She gave a chuckle to herself, quietly making her way up the steps to the main floor. She looked around for a moment before she spotted Tifa again, being helped towards the harem quarters by a smaller equine. Shorts, no T-shirt and just under six foot in height. She had to take a look to its ears before she called out. "Jamison?"
Jamie stopped mid stride, resetting his stance and turning his head to look towards the alligator. "Yes Mistress Theresa?"
"Where's your brother?"
"He should be on his bunk, Mistress. Mumbling something about being overly excited."
Theresa gave a smirk to herself. Since odds were if Richard was, so was Jamie. "Alright. Help Tiffany back to her bed. When you're done with that, get your brother and meet me back here. I have a tasking for you two."
Misha grumbled lightly as she was fishing around in the kitchen for snacks. And her search currently had her standing on her tiptoe, reaching around in a high cabinet. She would not have minded if she had volunteered to gather the items for the wounded trio. Or if she had happened to have drawn a short straw.
"Oh, but no," she mumbled to herself. "Because I just happen to be the youngest out of everyone, I'm forced to get it. Gods, I can't wait until I can drink." She reached out with a soft grunt, barely managing to reach a can of sardines on a shelf. She looked it over, giving a faint nod to herself before she turned and started her way to the fridge.
The kitchen in question just happened to be huge. It had to be in able to support the daily food requirements of over forty furs. At least at the house's best, it could handle forty. Several large refrigerators lined the east wall, along with a few food service-style sinks. The Western Wall had range top stoves and a couple of ovens to handle the cooking. Plenty of preparation space and the walk-in freezer took up the farthest wall. Whatever wasn't used for cooking and cleaning was used for non-perishable storage, bringing the entire kitchen area to about the size of one of the boarding areas.
"And I can't find shit in here half of the time, either. Master really needs to get a better shopping list." Misha chuckled lightly to herself, finally reaching one of the refrigerators and peeking inside. Thirty seconds and three found cans of Diet Cokes later she was kicking the door closed and placing everything on a counter.
"So I see you got shafted again, sweetie," chuckled a voice, causing Misha to jump slightly. She mewed softly when she spotted the Twins walking in, being their normal giddy selves. Both were shy of six foot, had the perfect amount of muscle showing for her taste, and ponies. 'Hat trick,' she whispered to herself, leaning her bare form slightly against the counter as she gazed to the pair. She always got a kick out of the fact that they looked like a miniature Lance, aside from the earrings and the 'white chocolate' coating they had. She had to try really hard not to get herself excited just by looking at them.
Richard decided to do what appeared to be the food gathering as Jamison slinked his way over to the counter Misha was leaning on. He whinnied softly before he leaned with her, giving a light smile. "Why hello there, gorgeous."
Misha giggled softly to herself, a faint blush forming on her cheeks. "Hello yourself, handsome. What you and your brother up to?"
"I'd suggest you answer my question first," Richard asked from peering inside of the fridge, seeming to be grabbing at random items. "How you end up getting food for the trio?"
"Wha?" Misha stumbled out, lightly drumming a set of fingers on the counter. "What makes you think I'm doing anything like that?"
"Simple really," Jamie said, continuing for his brother. "Firstly, you got three diets. And secondly, you got a can of sardines. And only the trio likes those damned things. Eck."
Richard gave a nod from within the fridge, turning around and sliding a couple cans of sardines onto the counter. "Besides. They like to split two cans between the three of them. And they like them cold." He smiles faintly, grabbing the can Misha originally had and taking it back into the fridge.
"Thanks, hun," Misha mumbled to herself before she stopped to look at what was going on. Once she saw that Richard had only pulled out a few bread rolls and some luncheon meat, a red flag went up in her head. She turned back to Jamie, flicking her headfur from in front of her eyes. "Alright, what gives?"
Jamison looked around nervously for a moment before he gave a faint shrug. "You remember the last time Rich and I both had fun with you?"
Misha blushed softly to herself, blinking quietly as she thought back. "Uhh.. you mean when Master tied me to the bed on your side?"
Jamie shook his head lightly, a faint smirk forming on his face. "Nope. Try a little further back."
"The time you two managed a twin missionary double penetration on me?"
"Strike two, hun. One last time."
Misha was a bit stumped at this point. She couldn't think of any of the other specific situations that she was involved in with them. Then again, having lived in the house for such a short time didn't help things. She huffed loudly before she turned her attentions to the open refrigerator. "Ok, I give. Just what is he talking about Richard?"
Richard whinned softly to himself, leaning out of the fridge after making sure he had what little supplies he needed. He then started to gather the items he wanted, a faint smirk forming and his gaze never meeting Misha. "Think back to when you came of age, and Master and Mistress put you through your training." With that he laughed softly to himself, looking towards Jamison. "Let's go Jamie. We have plans to attend to."
Misha held a confused look on her face as she watched the twins make their way out of the kitchen. She shifted her form to lean against the fridge, lightly taping her foot against the floor. Subconsciously one of her foot claws had slipped out, silently ticking against the linoleum as she thought out loud. "Locked in the dungeon, mounted by Crux, pierced by Doc. Spent a night with the trio, stuck in the dungeon again, had to go through multiple r-"
She had to stop herself in her tracks as she gasped, clasping both of her paws over her maw. "Gods," she whispered to herself. "Inaris is going to be in some serious trouble." She whimpered lightly to herself, continuing to lean on the fridge in disbelief. "It took me about a week to be subject to that.... They must be planning something big for Mistress to be stepping up the pace."
"So what's the story with Misha?"
"Excuse me?" Lance asked, about halfway to sipping his drink. At this point they had knocked off the six-pack of water, both of them just randomly talking about stuff. "You gotta be a little more specific. What about Misha?"
"Well," Inaris said, rubbing lightly on his knees with a paw. "She does seem a bit young to be a member of the harem here."
"Well she is. She turns twenty in a couple of months."
Inaris had to stop his movements on that comment, a dumbfounded look forming on his face. "And how long has she been here?"
"About..." Lance had to stop a moment to count, doing some math in his head. "Compared to me, about three years now."
"Hold on a shit," Inaris said, a fairly angered tone starting to come out of his voice. "Are you telling me that she started here as a minor?!"
Lance eeped lightly from this, knowing he had to quickly defuse the time bomb that was Inaris. "No no no. At least not working here. See, she was one of those that got scooped up as an orphan. She was 16, being bounced from foster home to foster home."
"That's not answering my question, pony boy," Inaris huffed out, reaching out a paw out of almost instinct to stab the bottle Lance was about to hit him with due to his comment. "Ok, I'll take that one back. Continue."
Lance huffed, looking to the now damaged bottle and tossing it aside. "Anyway, Crux offered to take the girl in, which the organization agreed to. She was a bit of a hassle, still causing trouble in school and petty stuff like that. At least until Crux decided to let Ivana be her guardian." He chuckles lightly to himself, cracking his knuckles out of a twitch. "Did you know that Hewlett is actually part dragon?"
Inaris shook his head. "She is? Well, that'll explain why her wings are on her back. And that tongue." He shivered lightly to himself, having rather vivid flashbacks. "Gods, that tongue. So long."
"Yeah I know. Imagine what it could feel like on your cock." Lance gave a light churr to himself, looking out the corner of his eye to Inaris' reaction before he continued. "Anyway, Ivana set Misha straight faster than I could hit you with a plastic bottle. Went on to get her high school diploma. Not too long after that, she turned nineteen. Then, and only then, did she get broken, trained and motioned into the harem. Only thing that made it easy was that Misha didn't really keep any friends in school."
Inaris shook his head lightly to himself. "Gods, so you got yourself a nineteen year old on the harem, sexually active for not even two years yet? Crux is one twisted son of a bitch."
"Actually," Lance started to correct. "That would be one of Mistress Theresa's ideas." He waited until Inaris had gotten past that little shock before he continued. "Hehe. But she's a nice girl. And no, I have not mounted her personally. She's still a bit young for my taste."
Inaris couldn't help but to shake his head lightly. 'She's only nineteen?' he thought to himself. 'That's insane.' He gave a grumble before a fairly loud gurgle emitted itself from his stomach. "Alright. Whose leg do I have to hump to get a sandwich around here?"
"That would be ours, thank you much," said a distant voice, causing both Lance and Inaris to turn towards the cell door. Lance smirked silently to himself as he knew the voice, waiting until Jamie and Richard opened the door and made their way in before he stood. As if on cue, Richard nodded. "Yeah. Mistress wants you out."
Lance gave a shrug, dusting off the backside of his jeans while nodding. "Yeah, I would have figured that much. What's on the menu, by the way."
"Just turkey on white," Jamie said, showing the fellow equine the loaf and the package of luncheon meat. "Nothing special, as you should know."
Lance chuckled softly and grinned before he made his way towards the door. "Lucky. I got stuck with cheese sandwiches. Have fun, you three." He looked back to Inaris as he made his way out, smirking lightly to himself from the faint gaze of confusion on the feline's face before he stepped out. He turned and closed the door behind him, feeling a paw land on his shoulder before he could lock it. He quickly shrugged it off and turned to face the form, meeping lightly to himself. "Master?"
Cruxentine smirked widely to himself, his arms folded gently on his chest. "So. How does the little man look?"
Lance tilted his head slightly, looking down to his crotch for a moment before looking back up. "He's nice and safe. As for Inaris, he seems like he's all there. Even if he got choked out twice in three days."
Crux shook his head lightly at Lance's attempt to be a jokester, not even cracking a smile. "Whatever. How long you think it'll take before he gives in to the twins?"
"That depends, Crux."
"I thought I told you not to call me that, Lawrence," Crux said with a bit of a smugness, watching the Clydesdale squirm from being called his proper name.
"Sorry, sir," Lance said after calming down, knowing it was just a game that normally played. "But to answer your question, he's antsy, a jackass and not exactly the sharpest knife in the block. But if what he did to the girls are any indication, he's not going down easily. They might have to force him."
"Which they are capable of doing," Crux finished for Lance, giving a faint nod. "Good job, Lance. Now get upstairs. You're five o'clock should be here shortly. Crux stepped aside to let the horse pass before he form the toothy grin again, looking to the door to the right of the one leading to Inaris' cell. He stepped to it and opened it, peeking at the surveillance equipment inside. Scanning the monitors showed the various rooms in the dungeon. Including the one in question.
He chuckled lightly to himself and stepped into the room, grabbing a blank video tape from the shelf next to the door. After shutting and locking it behind him, he took the perch on the chair and slid the blank into the recorder. He gave a chuckle while stretching his arms lightly above his head, manipulating the controls to begin recording the events in Inaris' cell. "Mmm.. this should be noteworthy," he said to himself, flicking a switch to transmit the room's audio to a small set of speakers on the desk.
Inaris huffed lightly once Lance shut the door, shaking his head to himself in mild disgust. 'Great,' he thought to himself. 'Now I have two walking glue factories to worry about. But at least these two I can take if I need to.' He licks his lips for a moment, moving a paw through his head fur out of a nervous tick. "Hey guys," he finally said.
"Hello yourself," Jamie and Richard chimed out in near perfect unison, the stereo effect seeming to throw off the feline in front of them. Jamie decided to take the lead in the situation, holding up the loaf and the meat. "You look like you could eat something."
"Yeah, I'm hungry enough to eat a horse," Inaris muttered, it taking a moment to realize what he said. He looked up to the pair, a somewhat sincere smile on his face. "No offense."
"You'd be surprised how often that happens," Richard said, a sly grin on his snout. When he and his brother were close enough Richard knelt down, offering a paw towards Inaris. "I'm Richard, and this is my brother Jamie. Easy way to remember is that I have the earrings in my left ear."
Inaris gave a nod, reaching out the paw that still had the handcuff on it out towards the equine. He took a moment as he shook Richard's paw to look towards Jamie, just now realizing that they were in fact twins. 'Great, just another minor detail that I di-' he began to think to himself before he felt his arms being yanked behind his back. Before he even had a true chance to react both of his paws were behind his back, firmly snapped into the cuffs. "You have got to be shitting be."
"Sorry, but we don't do vore," Jamison said with a faint chuckle, putting the food aside for now. "So then, Rich, what should we do with this nice piece of spotted tail we have?"
Richard had been standing behind Inaris quietly, looking over the backside of the feline. He hummed lightly to himself before he gave a shrug. "Doesn't matter to me, bro. You know I prefer girls, remember?"
"Then why don't you leave me alone and mess with someone else then?" Inaris chimed in, tilting his head and looking back towards Richard. "You don't have any particular reason to be here, so why should you be?"
"Mistress' orders," they both chimed out in near unison, it causing a chuckle from them both before Jamison took the initiative. "Well, if you're gonna keep staring at that ass, you mind if I go ahead and mount that?"
"Uh... how about no?" Inaris growled out, baring his fangs towards the pair. "I think I've had enough things shoved up my ass for one week, thank you very much."
That only caused a smirk to form on Jamison's face, the equine moving to take Richard's spot behind Inaris. "Oh? Sounds like you'll be nice and stretched then. Go!"
The loud shout was just enough to catch the feline off guard. With the soft clomping of their hooves against the stone floor, Richard moved to the front of Inaris just as Jamie had pushed firmly on the feline's shoulders. Inaris gave a firm yelp from the push, then again as he felt his shoulders being grabbed. Richard had taken a hold on Inaris' shoulders, tugging on them to pin his chest against the floor. And since Inaris was in a kneeling position, he effectively was presenting his rump towards Jamie.
The younger equine whinned loudly to himself as he licked on a pair of his fingers, getting a light coat of his saliva along the length of them. He then reached the fingers down, pressing one of them against and into the feline's tailhole. Jamie and Richard watched as Inaris gave a faint whine, the feline trying his best to try and push the digit out of his bowels.
"Hmm, a pusher, I see," Jamie chuckled out, using his free paw to slap firmly against the feline's ass. "Well, I'll just be blunt. Unless you willingly take three of my fingers in, you're gonna regret it."
"He'll do it," Richard said cooly towards Inaris, reaching a paw down to scratch lightly behind one of the feline's ears. "I've seen him take a brat without using lube or saliva prep. Let's just say that the guy wasn't walking right for a month. I highly doubt you wanna be split open, now do you?"
Inaris was a bit silent from that line, having thought back to when Crux had mounted him. If not for the leftover lube and the time with the plug, he probably would have been injured. 'I need to get out of here,' he thought. 'And only way that's gonna happen is if I.. play along.' He gulped lightly to himself when he came to that little revelation, instantly starting to ponder other things in his head.
'Alright, let's think this through,' he said in his head, trying to ignore the feeling that Jamie was starting to work in the second finger. 'You have to admit a few things. All the girls you have met are pretty hot. And you do have a bit of a submissive streak. And that Ivana. Gods she's an animal, and knows how to push my buttons. But Misha...' He had to stop and think about her for a moment, the pure fact that he was causing a stirring in his crotch. Or it could have been the fact that the equine had managed to work in the three fingers and was doing some rather pleasurable things inside of his depths.
"Oh gods!" Inaris yelped out, quickly whimpering and biting his lower lip. 'Ok, so you've dabbled into things under your tail. Poking it a few times felt really good, and just slipping in one of my own fingers before a climax was hot. But I never thought about a co-'
"Gods, he's a tight son of a bitch," Jamie grunted out as he had managed to get his tip past the feline's firmly clenched anal ring. The equine whined lightly as he had started to push in, Inaris whining loudly as he panted.
"Too much! Too much!" Inaris was crying out, his wrists tugging hard against the cuffs. He got caught up in his thoughts from early, and just now noticed that he was getting mounted. His ears went flat against his head as he heard the laughing from the one that was holding him down. 'Gods, this is so embarrassing,' he said in his head. 'Though it does feel somewhat... pleasant?'
Richard looked down towards Inaris quietly, though the view was somewhat cut off by him looking right at his own boner. Running a paw lightly through his own mane, Richard gave a faint chuckle as he looked back to his brother with a smirk. "Hehe.. I normally don't do sloppy seconds, but I want a turn when you're finished."
Jamie grunted lightly towards his brother, his own eyes shut tightly as he seemed to be concentrating. Richard had to stop for a moment and look more towards Inaris' ass to try and figure out why. It took less than a second for Rich to see that Jamie hadn't even gotten half of his 9" length in. "Seriously," Richard huffed out, continuing to rub lightly behind one of Inaris' ears. "Is he that fucking tight?"
Jamie gave a faint nod before he gasped softly. Everyone went quiet and held still, except for the soft chuckling that was coming out of Inaris' form. Inaris had finally managed to way to control what was going on, even though he was pinned down and cuffed. And since the horse that was mounting him had spread him out so much, he figured that a little squeezing wouldn't hurt anything.
"Ah fuck," Jamie whimpered out before he groaned loudly and tried to force more in of his length. Within moments his cock was pulsing firmly, his seed shooting through his length and deeply into the feline. He gripped his paws firmly onto Inaris' waist, trying to push in his length further, but to no avail. "Oh, you fucker," Jamie huffed out, his form going slightly limp after he had given his load. With a look of disgust on his face he reluctantly withdrew the barely half portion he had gotten in before he firmly slapped on Inaris' ass. "You jerk."
"Don't worry about it, Jamie," Richard said, waiting for Jamie to get situated before they switched position. "He won't be able to do it twice in a row."
Crux couldn't help but to shake his head for a moment. He had looked to the timer on the screen from the moment Jamie started to penetrate to when he withdrew. "Not even three minutes? Either he's slacking or the fucker is that tight."
"I'd say the latter, sweetheart," chimed in a voice, causing Crux to quickly turn in the office chair he took his perch on. He should have figured by the gesture alone that it was simply Theresa, holding onto one of the three keys that allowed access into the surveillance room. She closed and locked the door behind her, moving through the slight clutter of the room before she laid her arms against the back of the chair. "How are they doing in there?"
"Not too great, Love," Crux huffed out. Before she had gotten to the chair he had already retaken his position facing the monitors, letting the seat lean back a little bit from Theresa's weight. "It didn't take them long to pounce and get him ready. And it took about as much time for Jamie to blow."
Theresa blinked lightly to herself, leaning a bit more against the back of the chair. "Are you serious? I've watched these two go close to a half of an hour before they shot a load. Something's up."
"Yeah, Inaris is a bigger pain in the ass than I thought he would be." Crux rubbed his head lightly, scratching his claws against the top of his muzzle. "Then again, I should have saw this coming."
"Do tell."
"I didn't last five minutes in that kid. Probably doesn't help anyone that the bastard is tight to begin with, and clamps down like a vise grip."
Theresa gave a faint nod before she pointed towards the monitor. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Richard just lost." This caused Crux to look up towards the monitor again, giving a faint growl as they both watched Richard slowly pull out his limp length. Soon followed by a slight trickling of a white fluid. "Less than three minutes for him."
Crux continued to grumble lightly to himself, hitting the stop button for the recording device. He then killed the audio feed from the room to the speakers. He sat there for a moment watching the screen silently, seeing that the equines had somewhat given up, uncuffed the feline and pushed the food they had brought in towards him. "You know," Crux said as he continued to gaze at the screen. "I think you had the boys be too soft on him."
"Well they told me that they just needed to get some stress relief," Theresa said before she huffed softly. "Never thought that putting them in there would cause more of it. To be honest, this guy is giving me a headache."
"Get in line," Crux said with a hint of anger in his tone. He leaned his head back, tilting it slighhtly so he could see Theresa "Maybe another knock to the head is in order."
"You know that won't solve anything," Theresa muttered out, rubbing one of her claws lazily along the top of his head. "The kid bounces back faster from an injury like that better than anyone else. How long did you say he was out for when you got him?"
Crux had to think about that for a second, seemingly flashing back to the night that he out fought Inaris. "I think... three hours at best. You're right he does bounce back fast. Almost too fast." Crux shook his head lightly before he muttered, turning his attention back to the monitors. He then quickly leaned forward and restarted the video recording, along with returning power to the audio feed. "Theresa, you're not going to believe this..."
Inaris was silent as he held Jamie face down onto the floor, leaving the equine exposed and facing towards his knocked out brother. With little warning the jaguar managed to quickly knock out Richard, and wasted as little time in flooring Jamie. He was using his right paw to plant Jamie's torso firmly to the floor, while his left was busy stroking his own drooling length. 'I can't believe I'm about to do this,' Inaris thought to himself, bringing his left paw up to grasp and move aside Jamie's tail. He stared quietly at the clenching pucker in front of him, shutting his eyes for a moment.
'You can do this,' he continued to think to himself, inching forward to press the tip of his length against Jamie's tailhole. He was tuning out everything in the room, including the whining of Jamie and the faint breathing coming from Richard. He looked around for a brief moment, almost expecting Ivana or Crux to just barge into the room and end it before he got started.
Jamie continued to whimper, at least until he felt the feline's tip pressing against his anus. He went silent for a moment, biting onto his lower lip and awaiting for Inaris to just plow into him. He sat there for what had to feel like forever before he opened his eyes somewhat, looking weakly over his shoulder. He saw the jag's mouth moving but couldn't understand what he was saying. 'Damn ability to block out speech,' he thought before weakly saying, "Huh?"
Inaris couldn't help but to smirk to himself. "Figured you weren't listening. Just want you to tell me if I'm going too fast."
"O...ok?" Jamie managed to stammer out, wondering just why would the guy who just knocked out his brother would ask a question like that. At least until he felt the feline push in his tip and the entirety of his length into the equines depth. Jamie gasped out loudly and gave a faint groan. It seemed that Inaris was a bit smaller than what he was used to, so he was easily able to take it. 'But that curve on it,' Jamie thought. 'Gods, if we were missionary that would cause all kinds of happy button mashing.'
'Yep... I'm doing it,' Inaris continued to think to himself, holding firmly inside of the equine's hot tailhole. He looked silently towards Jamie's face, tilting his head lightly as he saw what he could only describe as a smile forming on the horse's snout. 'Well, might as well make the best of it,' he figured to himself, steadily pulling put about half of his length before he began a light rhythm.
"Oh my," Jamie cooed out when Inaris began the faint thrusting. He formed a light blush on his cheek, hiding it as best he could by facing back forward and covering his face. He could feel his own length slipping from his sheath and growing erect in the cool, damp air. Then he felt a slightly gritty feeling laying across the base of his girth, causing a faint nicker of pleasure to slip from his throat.
"Well, I see he's nice enough to give a reach around," Theresa said with a bit of a chuckle, followed by a coo of pleasure from herself. She and Crux were both still watching the monitors and listening in on Inaris' mounting of Jamie. But they also decided to engage in a past time of their own: Theresa bending over the control panel as Crux had his way with her from behind. While still watching what was going on in the various rooms.
"Yeah, I can see that much," Crux said between slightly gritted teeth, having to take a moment to slow his thrusts down. "Dammit, hun, when did you get so tight?"
"Well you haven't spread me out in about a week, sweetheart. And you know how restrictive I can get when I don't knock myself up."
"True," Crux said, finally finding a grove that would let him speak normally while enjoying the show. He leaned slightly over on Theresa's back to turn up the sound from the room, drowning out the wet slapping of his thighs against her rump. "You wanna take a bet?"
Theresa gave a soft growl from her chest, turning the volume down a tad on the speakers so she could speak. "Mmm... I bet that you might make me go first if you speed back up."
"I'm not talking about that wager. At least for now." Crux gave a faint chuckle, dragging his claws slowly along his mate's spine, causing her to arch her back against the panel with a loud whine of pleasure. "Hehe.. Moving on, my dear. Who do you think is gonna go first between those two?"
Theresa couldn't really speak for a moment after the claw trick that Crux played on her. She countered this by closing her legs a bit, trying to restrict the croc's movements while squeezing a bit tighter around him. "Mphm... gods... that's a tough call. I'm thinking the jag, cause they didn't give him a reach around on either occasion. Nor did he climax."
Crux couldn't help but to grunt lightly from feeling Theresa's more aggressive stance, countering with a simple slap to her hindquarters. "Then again, Jamie and Richard are known for quick rebounds and even faster climaxes if you catch them at the right time. So I'm g-"
And almost as if on cue, a loud groan could be heard from the speakers. This got both of their attentions, simultaneously turning their heads to look to the screen. On the black and white picture they could see a faint smirk formed on Inaris' muzzle. They both then seemed to look down to see a small white pool of liquid forming on the ground beneath Jamie, along with his length spurting the seed that was forming the pool.
Crux chuckled to himself, massaging a paw lightly on Theresa's tailbase. "Yep. Looks like he went first. Kind of like how you'll be." Without warning Crux leaned back, gripping firmly around the base of Theresa's tail and lifting. This subtle movement forced the alligator to stand on her toes now, mashing her breasts and upper body against the panel.
Theresa couldn't help but to give a startled cry from being lifted, though she knew exactly what was about to happen. And she didn't have anything to grab a hold onto just as Crux began to slam nearly his entire length in and out of her form. She snarled lightly towards him, looking over her shoulder just in time to see his free paw press on her snout and force her to look ahead again.
Crux just simply continued to pound into his mate with a slight reckless abandon, his paws gripping tighter on her tailbase and her snout respectively. He groans softly as he felt her walls beginning to squeeze as hard as he normally could grip it, coaxing his pre into her form. On the occasion he glanced to the monitor, watching Inaris continue to thrust and paw at the horse the he snared.
Crux couldn't help but to chuckle, almost blocking out the snarls and panting coming from Theresa. He watched the monitors for a moment, then towards the timer on the recorder. "Hmm. He's been going at it for about ten minutes now and he still hasn't cum."
"Well, I guess that barbell's been doing its job," Theresa grunted out between clenched teeth, glancing towards the monitor herself. "And that's a nasty looking pool under Jamie as well. And Richard is still out, it seems."
"Maybe," Crux said before he pulled out almost completely. "Or it could be that he just has the right stroke." As if to drive home the bad pun he had just made, he stepped forward slightly to give him a bit more leverage. Promptly afterwards he slammed his entire length deep into Theresa's cunt, trying to see if he did it right. A few brief seconds went by as the gator squirmed against the control panel. She then gave up on her efforts and just let go, a heavy groan slipping out of her as she climaxed.
Crux clenched his jaw shut tightly, his teeth showing as he snarled to try and keep control over himself. Theresa's walls were grabbing just a little too tightly, however, causing him to go over the edge as well. He gave a couple of weak, short thrusts into his mate as his own seed spurted out into her. Theresa wasn't in much of a position to do anything but accept his offering and coo in the warmth filling her womb.
It took them both a few moments to get their senses straightened out, at least to the point that they could look back to the monitor. Just in time to see Inaris had finally finished up with Jamie. And was now in the process of removing the collar around his neck.
"Oh for the love of the gods, Crux," Theresa panted out. "He managed to pick the lock. Odds are he's gonna get out of there. And I'm pretty sure that the boys were dumb enough not to get Lance to lock the door behind him."
Crux cursed lightly, just now realizing that he never checked the door. But them he looked to the camera that had a shot on the main hallway, and he couldn't help but to chuckle. "Don't fret, he won't be getting far. But we better get cleaned up, and quick."
Inaris had managed to pop the lock on his collar, giving a light whine that he had nothing to wipe his length clear with. He chuckled to himself and used Jamie's tail, since it was convenient enough. "Thanks for the ride, kid," he said lightly. He paused for a moment, patting lightly on the equine's rump before he made a bee line for the cell door. A solid twist on the interior handle allowed the door to open with a soft creak. "Wow, that was a bit too easy. Guess Glue Boy forgot to lock the door behind him." He chuckled loudly to himself before he slipped out and started to make his way towards the steps, the bell on his tail jingling away as he moved.
He didn't make it a single step when he felt a paw grab a hold onto one of his wrists from behind him. The figure used this and Inaris' momentum to spin him around, the jag having a shocked look on his face right before he felt a solid punch connect with his gut. Inaris doubled over in pain, gasping loudly to try and catch him breath.
The figure loomed quietly over Inaris' clutched over form, a light chuckle slipping from it. "Mmmm.. That felt so good. I could go for a second helping, though." The chuckle continued for a moment, but then started to form into a maniacal laugh. The form stared down Inaris again before it shifted its body weight, moving to land a hard kick against Inaris' stomach again. Inaris grunted loudly before crashing into a heap on the ground.
Inaris was having an extremely hard time trying to catch his breath at this point, rolling around on the floor both in pain and in an effort to gather his composure. He blinked a few times, which didn't help since he was a bit wide-eyed to begin with. The best he could make out was the form was somewhat tall, black all over, and had some oddly shaped and located white spots. Then the next thing he saw was the figure raising up its right foot and coming back down, it making a hard enough contact to bounce his head off the floor and knock him out once again.
The form continued to loom over the still body of Inaris, at least having the sense of mind to roll him onto his side so he wouldn't choke on his tongue. The form growled lightly, tilting its head sharply to the side to force a light popping from its neck. The form grumbled again, lifting its foot up again to prepare for another strike.
"Tiffany! That's enough!"
This seemed to catch the panther's attention, causing her to look up towards who yelled at her. She snarled loudly, placing her foot down slowly to press against Inaris' head. "And why should I, Crux?! You know damn well I have a bone to pick with this kid!"
Crux just simply stood there staring the feline down, Theresa standing quietly to his side. They had just enough time to get somewhat cleaned up down below, but they still looked and reeked as if they just had sex. "Well if you kill the kid, then what will that solve?" Crux and Tifa continued to stare each other down, only heavy breathing filling the hallway. Along with the small gathering of the other members of the harem that heard the yelling, flocking to the bottom of the steps. It even caused a couple of other patrons occupying the other dungeons to peek out into the hallway.
"Its not worth it Tifa," said a weak voice from the back of the small crowd on the steps. Within a couple of moments Alexia and Kristina managed to fight through and moved up behind the reptiles. Alexia cleared her throat quietly, chiming up again. "Hey, don't act like you're the only one that got hurt a couple nights ago."
Tifa just continued to stand there, leaning forward lightly to put more weight on the foot on Inaris' head. She just growled lightly to herself and the crowd that formed, having no real rebuttal to the statements formed. She turned her gaze behind her to the peepers, snarling loudly and causing them all to quickly step back into their rooms. She then turned her gaze back to Inaris.
"Listen here, you little runt," she barked out, extremely agitated with him. "You best not try to do another stunt like that again. With anyone here. Else you might not have your manhood to fool around with." She smirked firmly before she just idly spat towards his crotch. With that she pulled her foot off of his head, then began to walk towards the crowd on the steps. Just as she made it past Crux she felt someone grab onto her wrists, turning her gaze now towards the one who grabbed her.
Theresa didn't even turn her gaze to Tifa, continuing to look towards Inaris as she spoke nonchalantly. "Don't pull another stunt like this. Or else you'll be ending up out back again." She knew without even looking towards the panther the look on her face, one of a slight bit of terror. 'Sometimes just a little fear is all you need,' she thought to herself before she let Tifa go, the panther quickly scampering to Krissy and Alexia.
"Uhhhh..." Inaris finally managed to force out, rolling lightly onto his side and coughing out a small bit of saliva. He blinked a few times, then squinted as he looked his way towards the multi-colored blur in his line of sight. After a couple of moments his vision cleared, allowing him to see the small crowd that had formed. He rubbed lightly on his jaw, still wrapping one of his arms around his gut. "Hehe.. Help?"
"Yeah, you're going to be here for a long while, Inaris." Cruxentine gave a faint chuckle to his statement, his gaze turning towards the cell that the jaguar was in. Cory and Victor were walking out, helping the twins ease their way into the hall. Crux then quickly moved to Inaris, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him across the floor. "Now you go into your room and think about what you caused for now." He lightly tossed the feline in, closing the door and locking it.
Theresa gave a huff once this was all over, standing erect again and barking out to the crowd behind her. "All right, show's over! Clear out!" A few voices chimed out 'Yes Mistress' as the whole of the group filtered back up the steps. She slowly moved her form so that she's behind Crux again, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head against his shoulder. "I was planning on saying this later, but I figure now is a better time than ever. Ms. Tian called earlier."
This seemed to catch the croc's attention, turning his head slightly towards his mate. "And what did shi say?"
Theresa gave a light rumble, still feeling the effects of their play and the fact that they couldn't get the pheromones off of themselves. "Shi'll be here like shi normally is, thanks to her business trip. And I mentioned about Inaris and can't wait to finish off what we started."
Crux couldn't help but to shake his head lightly in disgust. "Well we actually will have to break him, first. He seems to be liking playing with males a bit more, which covers half of the problems. Now we just have to tame his anger streak."
"Electroshock?" Theresa chimed out, placing her snout onto his shoulder now.
"Nah, we know that didn't work on Tifa. And I'm sure anything we use on him that we tried on her won't work."
"We won't know unless we try, dear," Theresa chuckled out, groping lightly onto his rump before she started to make her way towards the stairs. "By the way, it's your turn to order the bi-weekly Asian food run."
Crux blinked blankly towards the cell door for a moment before he grumbled. 'Dammit, I hate taking orders,' he thought to himself before he huffed. He waited till Theresa was out of earshot before he made his way back into the surveillance room, closing the door and plopping onto the chair. His gaze was fixed lightly onto the monitor for the cell, seeing Inaris was practically staring back into the hidden camera. "Oh you think you're the shit, don't you?" Crux started to say to the monitor, knowing that Inaris couldn't hear him. "You just happened to put both the twins and our troupe out of commission for a couple of days. And you've already gotten on the bad side of one of the worst girls to do it with.
"You will learn one of these days, kid. Theresa and I are the ones that run the show around here, not you. We will make you submit. And you will be broken. At least if you want to make it out of here without the need of a body bag." With that, Crux simply turned off the monitors and pushed out of the chair, moving out of the room to do the tasking ahead of him. "I'll have Lance talk to him later and try to work some more information out of him. Might find something to use against him."