Tales of the Bounty Hunter: Rescue
Tales of the Bounty Hunter: Rescue.
The compound lay stretched out like a map on the plain below, surrounded by parched, cracked ground and scraggy bushes, and bathed in the lurid yellow glow of the double moons overhead. A gleaming fence of lasers partitioned the compound: in the centre was the main building and outlying stables, whilst surrounding them were rectangular areas which held the moving, shadowy shapes of minatris, the six legged beast that was used for cattle on this world. At the four corners of the compound stood the forboding shapes of automated sentry towers, red sensor lights gleaming along their slender lengths. An impressive security arrangement, to be certain.
Selene lowered the macrobinoculars, tilting her head up to watch the cloudless sky. The yellow glow of the dual moons illuminated her features; the slender length of her muzzle, the coppery red of her fur, and gleaming false-grey eyes. The vixen thought about the events that led her to taking this job: the Guild's summons at practically midnight, the mad dash across town on horseback, then there was the actual meeting itself...
* * *
In the cool stone rooms of the Guild Hall, Selene found herself struggling to remain awake. Aiding her in this endeavor was a large mug of coffee that the vixen nursed with sleepy eyes. The room was spartan, designed only for a client, a bounty hunter and a moderator from the Guild itself to conduct discussions. A camera rotated on its wall mount, silently recording the proceedings.
The metal door clanged open abruptly, causing Selene to jerk upright and blink the sleep out of her eyes; which, given the last few tries, wasn't succeeding. Transk, her usual moderator, entered with the client: a thin waif of a woman, who seemed ready to jump at every shadow. Transk closed the door, before ushering the girl into the seat opposite Selene, and then taking his own seat.
"This is Clara," he said, waving his hand to the girl; Selene acknowledged her with a nod, before returning her attention to the moderator. "She's asked for the services of the Guild for a special assignment," he continued, producing a datapad from a pocket, then sliding it across the tabletop to the vixen. Selene snuck a look at the pad... then blinked and took a closer look.
"A kidnapping?" the vixen finally said, in disbelief, glancing towards the girl. Clara simply nodded, fixing soulful eyes onto the hunter, whilst the hunter glanced back to the moderator. "Aye. The kidnappers have requested five thousand credits for the safe return of Clara's sister. Clara herself is willing to pay you six thousand to get the job done; given the nature of her family's business, it would be... improper for her to step down and simply pay the kidnappers."
"And what does she do, exactly?" Selene asked, narrowing her false grey eyes upon the other woman. It was Clara herself that spoke up this time, however.
"My Dad's the CEO of Minatris Importers Inc, a company that's interested in importing the products that are manufactured from the minatris -- their milk, their meat, for example -- to other worlds. Naturally, there are some that view this as... improper, to put it nicely, and... and..." Clara hesitated, and the moderator laid his hand over hers.
"They started with the usual run of the mill stuff: threats on their personal comlines, protests outside the building, and so on. This only happened a week ago; Nadia was travelling on the train that links the towns together, when the kidnappers rode up on E133 cybersteads and stopped the train. No-one was seriously injured, fortunately, but witness accounts state that they just searched the train until they found whom they were looking for, then rode off."
Selene whistled softly. "E133 cybersteads? That's pretty expensive for this backwater world." Transk nodded. "Aye. Possible some rival company hired them... but you can never be certain."
Clara, who'd been sitting silently throughout the discussion, began to silently cry. "I just want Nadia back," she weeped, drawing a sigh from Selene. Not to be indifferant to the girl's plight, she thought to herself, but it was really damn early...
"I'll take the job," the vixen finally said, "but for seven thousand." Clara's head snapped up, and she wiped her eyes. "Wait... what..?"
"Seven thousand," Selene repeated, sipping from her mug. "We're talking about retrieving a person here, not killing anyone. Not to mention that this group sounds as if they're well equipped. That makes it dangerous. Not to mention that I have to spend credits on supplies to scour the desert, etc. It all adds up. Seven thousand. Take it or leave it." Clara's mouth hung open... and it was by the time that Selene was considering reaching over and closing the girl's mouth, that she finally answered.
"All right. Seven thousand," Clara responded in almost a whisper, her eyes downcast. Selene grinned, and threw back the rest of her coffee. "I'm awake now. Do I have the Guild's sanction?" she asked Transk, who simply shook his head. Obviously, personally, he didn't approve, but as moderator, he had to be impartial. "The Guild gives you the authority to proceed how you wish, Selene. Just don't embarass us like the last time," he responded, then shook a finger at her. "No disintegrations."
Selene sighed dramatically. "But it was... feh, as you wish..." Rising, the vixen took her leave.
* * *
That was over three days ago, during which Selene had been busy: renting her own horse, as well as purchasing the gear she'd need for scouring the desert. It was yesterday that her detector had finally picked up traces of fusion energy, and she'd left her horse at the bottom of this jutting outcrop, whilst she crawled to the top to survey the compound. Now she was glad for her preparation.
Selene slung the macro binoculars back in its case, then slithered to the edge of the outcropping. It was bathed in shadowy darkness -- perfect for sneaking. The vixen crawled over the edge, and then dangled as she drew two hooks from her bag; these were made of duranium, nearly indestructible. And the perfect thing for sinking into rock. Agilely, the vixen began to work her way down the face of the outcropping, using the hooks to work herself lower and lower, until at last she was standing at the base of the rock and hidden in the shadows. Sliding the hooks into her pack, Selene then unlimbered the large, bulky rifle slung atop the pack. It was a specialized weapon that fired electromagnetic darts, very rare on this world, and she'd spent nearly half of her credits on it. But it was worth it. She braced it atop a convenient rock atop its tripod, and then pulled the bolt back to slip in its charge, before locking it back into place. She affixed the silencer/flash suppressor to the muzzle... and then, the weapon was ready. A green cross painted itself onto her left eye as she squinted through the scope; sighting on the closest sentry tower the vixen pulled the trigger. The rifle bucked in her hands with a barely audible 'Papf' -- the result was infinitely more satisfying as the sentry tower's lights went dim, casting the surrounding area into darkness. Hiding the rifle underneath the rock she'd used for support, the vixen moved.
She darted across the open ground, pulling a flattened cylinder with what looked like a spear on the end -- an automatic grappler. Within range of the tower, she fired it on the run, the hardened spear sinking into the metal of the tower's body; silently, the grapple tugged the vixen off of her feet as it rewound itself towards the spear, allowing her to swing easily over the laser fence. A little too close to the fence: Selene felt the heat of the lasers sear the hem of her cloak, and she detached the grappler's spear, before hitting the ground in a combat roll. She glanced around -- no sign of anyone, although the minatari in the paddock next to her were shuffling around, disturbed. Removing her cloak (it was of no use to her now, having masked her from the tower's sweeping sensors), and tucking it into her pack, the vixen cautiously moved towards the main cluster of buildings. The stables were undoubtedly where they were keeping the cybersteads, the vixen thought as she made her way stealthily across to one, and then hugged the side of it whilst she drew her sidearm: a rather heavy, but well-used needler. Checking the magazine, the vixen slid along the side of the stable until she reached the open door, and then quickly stepped through.
Given that it was night, it was unsurprising that the stable was pitch black. Selene lingered by the doorway, letting her eyes adjust from the moonlight to the darkness; it wasn't very long until she could make out shadowy shapes: the outlines of six stalls, set in neat rows of three on either side of the stable. Floor covered with hay, with a few bales stacked in the corner she was occupying, and a shelf at that back on which rested saddles and bits. A fairly low ceiling, supported by wooden rafters; there was a glow lamp on one of them, however it was off. Strange.
The sound of faint snuffling came from one of the stalls, drawing Selene's attention. Naturally, she had to confirm that she was in the right place, even if all the facts pointed to it. Slowly, weapon at the ready, the vixen approached the stall, and then peeked over the side. Standing quietly, seemingly at rest was... a minatari. Huh, the vixen mused to herself, wrong stall. The minatari was attached to a really strange looking machine -- a box, with a fair amount of convoluted tubes and bottles, rapidly working along the underside of the beast to the point where she couldn't make head or tails of the thing. Shaking her head, the vixen continued onto the next stall. This one had a stead in it, standing silently in the darkness. Working the door of the stall open, Selene silently stepped in, then brushed her hand along the flank of the stead, just over the right hind leg; her trained fingers quickly found what she was looking for, a long panel of metal, with the etchings of 'E133' upon it. So, Selene mused, she was in the right place... now it was just to find the victim.
And it was at that point that something wrapped around her left ankle and pulled the vixen off balance. With an 'Ack!' Selene fell, landing on her back on the hay strewn floor; her pack went skittering into the opposite stall. She tried pulling on her boot, only to find it firmly gripped; peering down, Selene's breath caught in her throat.
The strange machine that she'd seen in the stall, tending to the minatari, had a tube wrapped around her ankle.
Kicking wildly, Selene struggled to free herself as the... thing... pulled itself out of the stall, rising up onto six tubes like a giant spider. Not tubes, the vixen realized... but tentacles, which allowed it to move around and manipulated the environment around it. Another tentacle wrapped itself around her remaining ankle as she attempted to scramble backwards, holding her in a cold, methodic grip. A third wrapped around her tail as the machine moved closer, and half over her. This close, it smelt faintly of oil and of metal, and a pair of stalks with a trio of glowing dots tipping each extended themselves to look over the vixen. Snarling, Selene brought up her gun, but with terrifyingly efficiency, a fourth tendril curled around her wrist, disrupting her aim... and pulling so tightly that it squeezed the nerves of her hand, forcing her to release the weapon. She gasped at the pain, arching slightly; yet another tendril wrapped around her remaining wrist, rendering her helpless. The machine moved over her fully, metallic tendrils brushing her form and pressing her back onto the ground, whilst its glowing eyestalks extended on their own, to look over her form.
She was spread eagled now, helpless as she struggled against the grip of the machine; it was far too strong for her, however. But what was it doing? If this was some kind of milker, or even a patrolling robot, it was acting very strangely. Selene stiffened as the underside of the box opened, and what could only be termed as mandibles slid out from the machine's depths. Was it going to try to eat her or something? The mandibles darted forward and Selene swiftly closed her eyes -- no sense of pain flowed through her senses, however. No, what instead greeted her ears was the sound of tearing clothing. Her armored vest was torn open, sending claspings scattering across the floor, soon followed by the dull 'Rrrrrip' as the machine tore open her pants, leaving her half exposed. The cool air blowing in from the stable's door made Selene shiver and her nipples stiffen through the fabric of her bra. The machine paused again, glowing eyestalks looking over her form... before one of the mandibles reached out, then deftly slid into one of the bra cups. Yet another tendril slid underneath Selene's back to arch her, even as the vixen writhed. The cup, being made of a soft material, was easily pushed up with the breast underneath bouncing slightly, the nipple capping it stiff from the cold. Selene gasped as the cold metal of the mandible clasped the stiff nub, then pulled on it, stretching the stiff flesh taut to the point where it was lifting her breast as well; the vixen moaned and flattened her ears. Surely it wasn't going to...
A thinner tendril wrapped about the fabric of her panty, then pulled it away. "Nng!" cried the vixen as the fabric tore, burning her skin in the process. She wasn't given long to think about it, however, for that tendril soon returned, its slender tip poking it her folds, whilst the mandible tugged and twisted her taut nipple, sending a lance of fire along the attached nerves. What the hell was this thing..? Selene thought even as she twisted and writhed underneath its methodic touch; her other breast was gripped now by the other mandible and squeezed, the sharp edge cutting into the flesh and making the vixen whimper. Due to the cutting off of circulation, the nipple capping the squeezed orb flushed red, made sensitive even as Selene struggled more, desperate to free herself of the damn thing! But its grip on her was solid except, the vixen dully noted through the haze of sensation, except for her tail, which it held very loosely. If she could only reach her boot...
Suddenly, all train of thought was lost as that thin tendril pushed against her folds, and then sunk into her. Selene's head snapped back and she uttered a startled cry as the metallic invader sank deep within her tunnel: *all* the way in, to the point where it brushed the entrance of her cervix, sending a white hot wash of pleasure through her. Instinctively, the vixen arched, groaning as the tendril continued to explore her depths and toy with her breasts, squeezing one supple mound and pinching the nipple of the other, the flesh white from the intensity of the pull. If she didn't know better, she'd swear the machine was intent on fucking her... An unseen bulk rolled against her buttocks and Selene's eyes opened wide. "No!" she cried, her hands twisting and flexing within the metallic tentacles as that new thin length began to push against her anus, spreading her open and sending a jolt of pain through her. "Ah! Goddess..." the vixen whimpered, struggling to get away, but it had her now. Soon enough, she was sobbing as the metal penetrated her tight, dry depths, then began mimicking the motions of the tendril within her sex; she could feel the flesh of her mound rippling as it writhed and undulated within her, setting off a warm glow that slowly began to ease its way upward.
This was wrong... she thought, she had to stop it...
The vixen felt the tendril around her tail loosening, allowing her to move the limb once again. Fighting down the urge to just give in to the pleasure, Selene slipped her tail around to her boot and into the top of it, withdrawing a device that resembled a golf ball. She was distracted further, however, as the tendril that was holding her tail decided to press into her; the vixen arched with a sharp cry at the casual, dual violation of her sex. Penetrated by three lengths and sobbing from the burn caused by the second, the vixen could only watch as the machine paused over her... then, slowly, methodically, it began to take her. The tendrils in her sex alternated, one darting in whilst the other withdrew, a maddening rhythm that only was compounded by the third tendril in her ass. The helpless vixen was rocked roughly against the tentacles binding her, a burning building in her loins and her rear; most embarrassingly, Selene felt herself growing moist, the only way that her body knew to react to such punishment. Her eyes were closed and she was panting as if in heat, sweat collecting across her form as the machine maintained a pace that no living thing could stand for long -- she barely had the presence of mind to continue with the stealthy snake of her tail upwards.
The wet sounds of her ravishment were filling the stable now, the audible slurp as the tendrils sank into her depths, the smack of her bare rear against the hay strewn floor, and the animalistic grunts and moans of the helpless vixen as the machine used her. Her head tossed as the tendrils filled her, moved in a complicated rhythm, then teased (what else could it be?) along her erogenous zones, and mandibles squeezed and tugged at her breasts -- she was sure there was a third teasing along her clit, but her loins were so hot and full that she could barely feel anything down there anymore. In fact, her ass had stopped hurting -- something which she was grateful for -- but she couldn't just let herself...
Unfortunately, the choice wasn't hers to make. As the tendrils thrust into her sex, the topmost one arched and brushed against her sweet spot. Selene's body stiffened... and, with a mewl, she arched to the point where she thought she was going to throw her back out; she couldn't care less, however, her orgasm was like a lightning bolt of pure pleasure as it lanced through her body, her pussy fluttering around the twin lengths imbedded within her, and her anus clenching down on the tentacle sunk under her tail. A bright, white flash exploded before her eyes, before she sunk back to the ground under the machine, panting, thoroughly used and, at the moment, completely uncaring.
She groaned weakly as she felt the tendrils withdraw as suddenly as they'd entered, the one underneath her rear taking longer because of the force she'd put on it... and, peeking open an eye, she saw that the machine was cleaning them on the remains of her pants. She shuddered with revulsion... and then, gritting her teeth, slapped the golf ball sized object against the machine; almost immediately, it released her and reared up, tentacles flailing as it tried to remove the thing, which was now stuck against its own rear. Selene rolled away, but she wasn't fast enough; the device exploded, silhouetting the machine against the explosion, before the machine itself exploded, hurtling bits and pieces of itself over as the shockwave rolled Selene along the floor.
And straight into a pair of boots. Which were, coincidentally, the last thing she saw before the crackle of a stun stick sent her into blackness.
* * *
Selene awoke slowly with a groan. She felt sore and dizzy, especially in her loins, and well used, besides. Her wrists felt cold, too, and she felt as if she were dangling over that cliff again...
Wait. That wasn't right.
Letting her eyes drift open, Selene glanced up at her wrists. They were wrapped in chains, keeping them suspended over her head; snug, but efficient. The rest of her was kneeling on the floor of a white, cinderblock room, whose only illumination was a series of vents, situated just below the ceiling. An underground room, she hazarded, noting the placement of the vents. The room was hot, nearly stifling; in fact, the vixen dryly noted, there was even a faint haze in here. The faint hum of machinery could be felt through the floor -- possibly the fusion generator that powered this entire place? The room was also fairly small, Selene estimating that it was merely ten paces a side, with the only entrance, apart from the vents, being a thick steel door just opposite.
Selene attempted to get to her feet. "What th--" she exclaimed on feeling a tug against the back of her calves; twisting around, she *just* made out a long, thin rod that was locked into the floor to either side of her, trapping her calves into place. A second bar was attached to either ankle by leather loops, keeping her legs spread wide and vulnerable. Selene grunted and strained, but the awkward position left no leverage for her to make use of. Also, the vixen wryly noted, someone had taken the time to undress her fully, taking away even her boots. They'd left her tail free, however.
The door opened suddenly, letting a rush of cool air fill the room and caress Selene's muzzle. The vixen glanced up, catching a glimpse of a stairwell and a door beyond; her eyes didn't linger long, however, and her gaze tracked to the new occupants of what she'd begun to think of as her cell.
She was a tall vixen of silver. Very tall in fact; Selene hazarded that she was at least six feet and very athletically built. She wore a simple tunic leather pants and boots, along with a belt to which was attached a neural whip; it was this that the silver vixen unhooked, then used the handle of to lift Selene's chin with, causing her to stare up into violet colored eyes.
"So. this is the bounty hunter they sent after me, eh?" the silver murmured, before turning to her companion; a short, lithe grey fox, who flattened his ears underneath the silver's gaze. Chuckling, the silver let Selene's chin drop, before padding over and squatting down before the bound red vixen. "I must say," the silver uttered in a low, throaty purr, "I honestly expected more of a challenge." Selene grunted as the silver's fingers caressed over her abused breast: she was still very sore from the 'battle' with the machine. "Still," the vixen murmured, her fingers finding, and pinching the red vixen's nipple, drawing a hiss from her, "quite pretty, wouldn't you say Eric?"
The grey fox nodded quietly, his eyes on her own. He did seem to be the quiet type, Selene noted in the back of her mind, before a sharp blow set the skin of her breast to singing; the red vixen yelped, and then writhed in her chains, rattling them. The silver's eyes were on hers again, cool and calculating. and, slowly, a smile spread across her lips. "Well, since you're our guest, then we should have you relaxed, ne? Eric? Would you like to help me?"
Eric simply nodded, silently padding over to stand beside the silver. Grinning at Selene, she turned and tugged the grey fox's trousers down, followed by his undergarments. Selene wrinkled her nose in disgust. but in the same moment couldn't help but look over the tod's form; he was small, but had a nicely developed physique. Silver (she hadn't deigned to give her name) purred as she settled onto her knees before the tod, then laviciously ran her tongue along the underside of his length, coaxing a soft moan from him. Selene just peered at the two, her tail flitting lazily behind her as Silver glanced at the red vixen, grinned, then dipped her muzzle to nuzzle along the tod's furred sac, her pink tongue lapping nimbly at it. Then, she took one of the orbs between her lips and suckled upon it; Eric's response was a clench of his hands and a closure of her eyes as he shivered under Silver's attention.
Slowly, methodically, Silver began to coax Eric's length from its sheath, the gleaming red flesh bobbing slightly as Silver nosed along its underside. When the tod was fully erect, she stood, pressing a kiss to Eric's lips before turning and smiling down at Selene.
"Seeing as you put on quite the show with my automated groomer," Silver said, snickering at the expression on Selene's face, "I'm thinking that you might put on an even better show with Eric here. Whilst I watch from beginning to end this time." The last, added with a leer, made Selene cringe, her ears flushing.
"Eric," Silver continued, "is my boy toy. He helps me with things around the house. And, yes, before you ask, he helped me capture that CEO's daughter which undoubtedly you were sent to retrieve. After all, why would someone go to such lengths to penetrate my security grid, hm?"
Selene bared her teeth and started to growl something, but Silver lashed out her hand to grip the red's muzzle firmly. Selene's protest was reduced to a series of grunts and mmphs as the taller vixen chuckled lightly.
"I wouldn't worry too much. You might actually find this enjoyable," Silver said, before motioning Eric forward. The red vixen's eyes widened slightly, and her muffled protests became more urgent - something that made Silver laugh and pat her conscendingly upon her head. "Quite enjoyable. Eric, if you'd please."
Eric nodded as he moved behind the bound vixen, and then took hold of her hips. His fingers were strong, Selene noted, especially in the way they dug into her pelt and grazed the underlying skin. But then her attention wasn't really upon his fingers. No, she felt that thick shaft brush teasingly against her folds, earning a muffled whimper from the vixen as the warm head parted her labia, but didn't penetrate her fully; instead, the tod simply drew it back and forth, exploring the length of her slit and occasionally brushing it against the nub of her clit just beyond. Silver eased up onto her knees to peer along Selene's back, watching as her boy toy continued to play with the red vixen.
Selene blushed. This was not the type of circumstance that a bounty hunter expected to find herself in! Sure, there were the usual hazards, but. If only it didn't feel so good.
Indeed, the vixen found herself beginning to relax. beginning to enjoy it. Her body was beginning to respond to the slow trace of the tod's shaft against her by becoming damp, a process that only seemed to heighten the silver's amusement. Silver's hand began to comb through her hair, conscendingly at first, then tenderly as she was held between the two, whilst Eric's fingers tightened upon her hips. She was acutely aware of the boy's length beginning to push into her body, inch by inch, and as the head speared into her warm and ready depths, she uttered a low, throaty moan. Silver chuckled, and released her muzzle, choosing instead to pull open her tunic to reveal lush silver breasts; gathering up the red vixen's chin, she pulled the red's lips to a silver nipple. "Bite me," she whispered against Selene's ears, "and I'll be certain to punish you.
The red vixen's ears flushed, even as she wrinkled her nose. In all her life, she couldn't remember. And her train of thought was abruptly derailed as Eric decided that he'd had enough of the teasing, sinking his length into her and hilting in one fluid motion. Selene arched as much as the chains would let her, lips parting in a silent cry - which only made it easier for Silver to push her nipple into the red's mouth with a hungry purr, stifling Selene's grunts and sounds of pleasure.
Eric slowly began to move, his hips rhythmically rocking back and forth and in turn, rocking her against the silver, who cooed and combed her fingers through the bound vixen's hair. The pleasure slowly began to build; that hard, warm length thrusting into her pussy, Eric's fingertips gripping and squeezing her rear, even the forced suckling of the silver's nipple - an act that made her blush darkly, and earned a soft coo from the silver. She swayed between the two foxes, concentrating more on the length spearing her; her pussy fluttered around it, earning a soft groan from the grey fox and a firmer smack of his hips against her own. The silver laughed quietly on catching the groan from Eric, then slitted her violent eyes, letting her nipple pop from Selene's muzzle as she stood up. Selene looked up as the silver unzipped her pants and grinned down at her.
"Since you're our vixen at the moment," Silver noted wryly as she stepped out of the leather, then slid down the panty underneath, "It's only fitting that we make use of you properly, ne?"
Selene flattened her ears, but she wasn't given a chance to protest; not with that length that was slowly rubbing into her body, making her tingle rather delightedly somewhere in the depths of her stomach. Chuckling again, the Silver stepped forward and neatly guided the red vixen's muzzle between her legs. The vixen found her muzzle trapped by the other's thighs, her lips scant inches from Silver's folds. Sound was muffled, as was her vision, but she could still feel the tod's length fucking her, the slight swell of his knot pushing against her gate, the smack of his hips to her supple rear. Her senses were stifled with the smell of the silver vixen, a rich scent that reminded her of horses for some reason. and her ears darkened as she felt the faint trickle of moisture against her nose and whiskers as Silver ground her hips against her muzzle.
The two began moving in rhythm against her, straining her against the chains and clamps holding her in place; she could hear the metal creak as her thighs rubbed against it, and the chains rattle as her torso was swung. Eric was increasing his pace now, the sound of fur on fur beginning to fill the cramped little room, and Selene moaned muffledly into the silver vixen's body, echoed soon after by a softer moan from overhead as Selene felt her arch. It was reaching the point where Eric's violation of her body was pushing her slender muzzle up into the silver's sex; she could feel the silver's arousal trickle down her chin and between her breasts, marking her with her scent. Her own arousal was coating her thighs now, adding a distinctive wetness to the sound of flesh on flesh. as well as making it easier for the tod to thrust deeper and stronger against her. Selene groaned, trying to arch her back, her pussy fluttering around the invading shaft, feeling the warmth suffuse through her loins, adding to the budding glow within her tummy. The silver, on the other hand, suddenly grasped her chin; Selene uttered a muffled protest as her slender muzzle was suddenly pushed *into* the silver's sex, earning a groan from her captor as her own pussy fluttered against Selene's cheeks, and coated her chin further with arousal.
Eric, too, increased his pace; possibly on command from the silver who was practically humping her face now, using her muzzle as a dildo and forcing Selene to breathe out of the corners of her muzzle. She could feel the metal start to cut into her thighs as the pace grew ever stronger, earning a soft whine from the vixen... one that trailed off into a muffled groan as Eric took a firmer grip of her hips, then began to thrust into her with deep, penetrating thrusts. Her pleasure spiked and her eyes shut tightly as she felt that molten glow flow along her spine and crash into her mind, draining it of any sense of rationality.
What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be enjoying this.
The warm glow continued to expand throughout her body, spreading out from her spine until she felt it tingling in her nipples, in her clit, even more so as Eric began thrusting into her ever faster, using her as the silver directed; though the silver's own control was becoming erratic due to her own pleasure. Sharp grunts began to emanate from the rapidly swaying red fox, her body twisting and squirming within her binds before, finally, a deep hilting of her pussy sent her over the brink. Her orgasm crashed over her, dulling her senses and sending her drifting on a white hot cloud of pure pleasure. Dimly, she was aware of Eric hilting deep inside of her, and climaxing as well, her insides drowned in a deluge of the fox's seed - and soon followed by the Silver as well, as her pussy fluttered around the poor bound vixen's muzzle, then clenched down hard, stifling the breath out of her and drenching her chin in thick nectar.
Mercifully, she passed out from the combined efforts of pleasure and lack of air.
* * *
When she awoke again, she was alone. Her captors had apparently decided that a change of position was necessary, however. She was now on all fours, her hands chained in front of her and further anchored to the floor by a ring - she had some freedom of movement, but not a whole lot.
Selene sighed to herself. How was she going to get out of this one? She felt the comforting weight of the duranium dart hidden in the lush fur of her wrist, but with the angle her hands were at, she wasn't going to be able to work it out. Then there was the humility of being captured. she'd never be able face any of the other bounty hunters at the Guild now. Assuming she even survived this.
The door opened again and Selene looked up with another sigh. This time, it wasn't the silver that entered, but Eric. He was bearing two bowls with him, one filled with water, the other filled with a delicious. something - it made her abruptly realize how hungry she was, the molestations having taken their toll. How long had she been here, she wondered, peering as the grey fox knelt before her, and then laid the bowls side by side. Eric looked up at her, flattening his ears as Selene's gaze caught his; the red vixen managed a weak smile. "Hello."
Eric hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at the partially open door, before returning his gaze to Selene.
"You shouldn't be here," he whispered in a strained voice, almost as if he was frightened of even speaking.
"Tell me something I don't know," Selene muttered with a shake of her head; Eric cupped her cheek with his palm, and then leaned in to murmur.
"Mistress is a slaver. she enjoys kidnapping helpless girls or boys and teaching them to be slaves, before selling them on the black market."
Selene's ears flattened again. This was deeper than she expected.
"Tell me Eric," the red vixen murmured, "are there any other slaves here?" She paused, leaning back to study the grey fox. "Besides yourself, if I assume correctly..."
Eric nodded. "One. She was brought in a week and a half ago... by a gang that sold her to Mistress." Selene nodded. It matched up. Although, she was not clear on the reasons why the kidnappers would sell her to a *slaver* of all things.
"Do you know where she is being held..?" the vixen whispered, and Eric shook his head.
"No... I do not. I am sorry..." Selene nodded again, and even smiled. "Do you want to be free..?"
Eric hesitated at that last question, and then bowed his head. Selene knew she'd pushed too far when the tod simply rose to his feet, then shuffled out the door, closing it with a soft clang. The red vixen sighed, and then peered at the bowls. Naturally, there were no forks or spoons, and her hands couldn't move far enough to even peck with her fingers. "If I ever get out of here... this is one thing I'm going to omit from my journal," grumbled the vixen as she dipped her head to begin nosing through the bowls like a common animal.
* * *
A day passed, maybe two or three. Selene saw little of the silver vixen; once, she came in and smirked at her, watching her eat, the next was somewhat a surprise; the silver vixen had unchained her from the floor, and then led her to a bathroom where she proceeded to bathe her. She'd gotten her first good look of the area, too. The single storey structure was where the silver vixen lived, and was fairly well furnished, considering her occupation. It did make Selene wonder how long the silver had been running her trade here. Once in the bathroom, the vixen had cleaned her, methodically shampooing her fur even whilst she told her, "I'll break you, you know. I've always admired your kind, your resourcefulness, your adaptability. It's truly going to be a challenge bending you to my will." And then, she'd stroked the red vixen to climax using a loofah.
It was on the end of the third day that Selene felt comfortable enough to risk pulling the dart out. Her day had begun to settle into a fairly predictable routine, and it was one of two things she was grateful for. The other thing she thanked the chains for; several links pinned the dart to her wrist and kept it from falling out. The dart couldn't cut through the chains of course, but it would serve as a makeshift lock pick. Besides, she had to try something! Fortunately, the silver had thought to leave her in the all fours position since the first day, which made it easier for Selene to hunch down, and begin nipping at the inside of her wrist. She managed to nip herself quite a number of times before her teeth finally closed around the end of the dart; with a few tugs of her muzzle, she began to work it out from the fur which had concealed it, and the chains that bound it. Slowly... inch by inch it came free, Selene's ears perking alertly for the sounds of her cell door being unbolted.
Nobody came. Within a few minutes (the longest minutes Selene had ever experienced in her life), the vixen finally had the slender device gripped between her teeth. She dropped it into one opened palm, and then quickly began to work on picking the lock to her wrist chains. Another minute passed.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of heavy boots approaching. It was that damn vixen again, Selene thought as she picked at the lock with ever increasing desperation. If she was found like this... No, she wasn't going to think about that. Instead, she focused on getting free of the chains, the needle scraping dully against the lock's innards.
With a click, the chains finally fell open. She was free! She tugged her legs through the rod that kept them restrained to the floor, then rolled to her rear to tug off the bar between her ankles. She'd just worked it off when the door bolts were slammed back loudly, and the door creaked open.
Silver stood there with a smirk... a smirk that faded instantly.
"What the hell?" Selene acted fast; she swung the bar into the silver's stomach, doubling the tall vixen over. Silver fell to the floor, gasping with the force of the blow as Selene twisted her hips around, then wrapped her legs around the silver's neck, flipping her onto her front before rolling to sit on her shoulders. The tall vixen snarled and scrabbled at the stone floor, trying to buck the red vixen off of her, but Selene slid her calf across the silver's neck, choking her. Silver's fingers clawed at her calf, raising red marks in the skin; Selene winced, but held on grimly as the other vixen thrashed, trying to buck her off. The thrashing soon came to an end, however, as Selene's fingers wound their way into the taller vixen's hair and pulled her head up and back, whilst brandishing the point of the needle against her vulnerable throat.
The silver vixen immediately froze and Selene allowed herself a grim smile.
"You realize that this is the part where you say: 'You'll never get away with this'," the vixen murmured into the silver's ears as she pressed the needle a little tighter against the vixen's throat, dully scratching the skin. The silver vixen hissed a sound of dismay and pain as she felt warmth trickle along her throat, then gritted her teeth.
"Eric'll come," she muttered, "And he'll help me. You'll see."
Selene paused to consider that, glancing towards the door. She was pretty sure she could dart out and lock the silver in before the other could recover. But no... Her body was crying for revenge.
"Up," the red vixen murmured as she slid off of the silver's shoulders, and then took a hold of her wrists, tugging them behind the other vixen's back. Silver grunted as she was tugged up onto her feet, and Selene took the opportunity to relieve the taller vixen of her neural whip. A scoop of feet brought up the chains that previously anchored Selene to the floor; the red vixen clasped them firmly around the silver's wrists.
"And just what are you doing?" inquired the silver with a faint smirk; the hunter's only response was to thumb the switch of the whip, a sizzling, orange coil of energy manifesting. Silver's eyes widened slightly on hearing that rather distinctive sound, and Selene smiled grimly.
"No... Wait..." the silver began to plead, whilst Selene took hold of the silver's hair... then, tugged the vixen down onto her knees. "You wanted to break me, eh..? Now you'll know how it feels like," growled the red.
And then the whip came down. Neural whips were precision instruments, designed to singe through fur and directly attack the neurons; when Selene cracked it across the silver's buttocks, the fabric of the other woman's pants sizzled open, the fur underneath scorched as the silver yelped sharply. Then, of course, there was the attack on the neurons, lances of pain bolting along the silver's nerves and driving her to her knees; all which worked in Selene's favor as she pulled the chained vixen forward until her cheek kissed the ground. The red vixen's foot pressed to the nape of the silver's neck as the vixen groaned - and then the whip came down with another satisfying crack.
"Ah! Bitch!" shouted the silver as the coil of energy seared another line across her buttocks, forming a rough X of torn fabric. The taller vixen writhed, whilst Selene pressed down with her foot, smirking.
"Payback's not so grand, is it?" she murmured, shifting onto her knees and using her hips to pin the silver's head in place; Silver hissed as the red vixen ran her hand through the tears and caressed the singed fur. There was a hiss as the red vixen's finger explored the burnt lines, followed by a whimper as Selene extended a claw to further trace them; by now, the silver was writhing in agony, it was as if the red vixen's finger was dancing on her nerve endings! After the exploration of the silver's rear, Selene smirked; instead of cracking the whip this time, she simply drew it against the silver's rear, aligned with the crack. The energy whip seared through the clothing in a neat, precise line, slitting open the silver's pants from crotch to tail base; gripping the whip between her teeth, Selene then took hold of the tear, pulling sharply. The fabric gave up the ghost with a loud rip, exposing the panty underneath; or rather, the remains of it, as the whip had already slashed it in two.
The silver vixen flattened her ears, intensifying her trouble. "Bitch!" she cried, "Get off!" Using her tail, she tried to knock Selene off, but the red vixen wasn't having any of that. She angrily batted the tail aside, then delivered another sharp crack of the whip - this time to bare flesh, causing the taller vixen to scream an oath. Selene smirked.
"Ah, yes. It's not so much fun on the receiving end, is it," she mused, delicately digging a finger into the remains of the silver's panty to find her folds. The silver tensed on feeling that contact, and then gritted her teeth, stilling the motions of her hips so as to avoid damage to those sensitive nether regions. Selene smiled darkly; she began to press the lone digit in, parting the vixen's labia and coaxing a gasp from the silver, along with a further flattening of her ears.
Selene smirked faintly, and traced along the vixen's inner folds, using the tips of her claws to delicately pry them open. The silver snarled another oath... but was quickly quieted down as the red vixen brought the neural whip close to her groin; so close that she could feel the heat of the length of energy swaying perilously close to her clit. The silver immediately went silent, gritting her teeth as Selene tapped her rear conscendingly.
"Remember, now I'm in control," the red vixen purred. The whip handle gave her an idea, however, and as she used her fingertips to pry the silver's sex open, she positioned the rounded handle against the opening. Silver's eyes widened and she growled through gritted teeth.
"You can't be serious..."
"Oh, but I am," remarked the red vixen as, slowly, she pushed the handle into the silver's sex. She felt the other vixen jerk underneath her, then arch her back, her wrists pulling at the chains helplessly as the length slid into her. All in all, it was a fairly short handle, maybe only about five inches, but the silver, Selene found, was very tight such that it made little difference. There was a grunt as the handle was hilted as far as Selene dared risk it; she was now gripping it by its lowest part, just before the energy length itself, but it gave her good leverage to roll the thing within the grip of the silver's body, coaxing an involuntary moan.
"That's a good girl," murmured Selene as she brushed the ribbed rubber grip against the other's sweet spot; the silver jerked, whimpered and gritted her teeth. "Bitch," she mumbled.
Selene laughed shortly. "Oh, well, since you are *my* bitch concurrently, then it's only fitting that I take you like one, mm?" The red vixen noticed that the silver's body was slowly beginning to respond to the invader in the only way it knew how: by growing moist. Indeed, the silver's folds were starting to gleam, and she could feel the taller vixen's ears flush against her backside.
The red vixen grinned. "Ah, so you enjoy getting it as well as dishing it out, eh..?" Her hand suddenly descended on the silver's rear, flesh rippling from the strength of the blow and drawing a stifled cry from the silver, as well as a subsequent bite upon her lower lip. "I'm afraid that you won't enjoy the next part so much," continued Selene as she rotated the slender handle within the other vixen's body, getting it nice and slick with her slowly growing arousal.
"Wait... what're you.." Silver panted as Selene eased the whip handle out of her clenched folds; the red vixen ran the wet tip along her perennial... then between the cleft of her buttocks. The taller vixen's breath caught in her throat as she felt the rounded tip smear moisture right across the tight pucker, and she flattened her ears against her head as her eyes grew wide.
"No. Don't," the vixen begged, whilst Selene's eyes narrowed. "As I recalled... you didn't give me the option.
It was with a firm thrust that the handle pressed into the silver's anus, earning a sharp screech from the vixen as Selene wiggled it from side to side, so as to loosen the muscle to grant further entry. Toe claws scrabbled against the floor, wearing away at the smooth surface as the red vixen began to push it deeper and deeper into the silver's body, renewed shrieking and savaging cursing filling the room. No doubt, thought Selene, the others were wondering just what was going on in here. And in sunk the whip, just a little bit more, until finally it was sunk to the exact same point it was sunk to, when within the vixen's sex.
By now, the silver was sobbing, her cheek resting on the floor. Selene almost felt sorry for her. Almost being the operative word. Then she recalled how the silver must've just watched her in the throes of fighting with that machine, and her eyes narrowed.
"You're my bitch now," the red vixen murmured as she worked the handle out an inch... then sank it back in, earning another startled cry from the silver.
It became a simple rhythm; Selene would pull the handle out an inch, maybe two, and then thrust it back into the silver's rear, rocking her forward and renewing the taller vixen's sobs and swearing. Selene could feel the silver's body go limp underneath her, surrendering to the circumstances and she shifted position, moving to kneel behind her.
"Nng! S..stop..!" cried the silver with each fuck of her rear, at which Selene only increased the pace. She could just imagine the friction burning the poor vixen's ass; the pain it must be causing her... yet, the silver's sex was beginning to drip copiously, a sign of her growing arousal. Selene cupped the other vixen's mound, letting her fingers flutter against the dripping petals to coax a high pitched groan from the vixen, and a shuddering that arched the silver's back elegantly, as her fingers pulled to no avail on the chains.
So caught up in tormenting the silver vixen, Selene only glanced up when she felt as if she were being watched.
Eric stood in the doorway.
He'd opened the door, apparently to deliver her customary meal; he now stood there, the bowl shaking slightly in his hand. As the red vixen's motions stopped, the silver looked up... then croaked, "Eric! Please... help your mistress."
The grey fox glanced to Selene, who glanced at the silver, then to Eric again. She couldn't get the neural whip out in time... though she did have the dart. And the thought of killing an innocent was somehow not sitting right in her stomach.
"Eric..." Selene called softly. "Do you still want to be a slave?"
The silver flattened her ears. "Eric... remember who cared for you, who raised you... whom you serve," she growled, and Selene simply pushed the handle home, earning a startled cry.
"Eric," the red vixen spoke again, "do you really want to be under her control again?"
Eric seemed beside himself. His hands were shaking, and he kept glancing from the silver, to Selene, then back again. The red vixen could hear the tod whimper his indecisiveness... and slowly, she rose to her feet. Stepping forward, she held out her hand.
"I won't hurt you Eric," she offered.
The grey fox bit his lower lip... then, hesitantly, slid his hand into Selene's. At the sight of which the silver growled loudly and thrashed in her chains.
"Eric! No! Don't listen to her!" Selene turned, and then kicked the silver in her side, earning a strangled cough... before she smiled, turning to Eric. "I'll take you to a place where you'll be treated well," she promised him. "But first... you have to help me with her." Eric slowly nodded, and Selene slid her hand down to unhook his pants. She stepped behind the coughing, panting silver once again, and then took hold of her hair; the taller vixen uttered a strangled cry as she was levered into a kneeling position, with the handle of the neural whip still protruding from her ass. Selene used the tip of the needle to trace a careful incision into the fabric of the silver's leather top, and then tore it opento reveal the vixen's breasts. The silver vixen groaned weakly, her breathing labored, as Selene leaned around her to caress along the tod's length.
"You do her front, I'll do her rear," the red vixen murmured, noting with some satisfaction that the tod was already somewhat aroused - perhaps by watching the earlier display.
Selene began to thrust the whip handle against the silver's rear again. By now, the red vixen mused, the silver's body had adapted to the contours of the whip; the taller vixen arched back against her, shuddering and gritting her teeth, trying to suppress her moans. Eric watched for a moment or two, then stepped forward, his length bobbing between his legs. In fact, it literally slapped the silver's muzzle, and she slitted her eyes, peering up at the fox. Any attempt to bark out a reply was stifled by Selene's hand, however, as it covered the silver's mouth and drew the taller vixen against her, arching her back and positioning Eric's cock right between her breasts. Eric met Selene's eyes for a moment then as the red vixen's thrusting motions rocked the silver's breasts against his shaft; Selene smiled as she dropped her hand from the silver's lips, then pushed one of the heavy orbs, molding it to the male's firm length. The silver's eyes widened as Eric, again with that same hesitation, reached for her other breast as well as the first; Selene slid her hand away, tugging a torn strap of leather from the silver's top in the process, which she then used to gag the vixen.
"No more talking," she murmured sardonically against the vixen's ear.
The tod cupped the silver's breasts around his shaft and, rolling his hips, began to thrust into the valley created. Silver made muffled noises of protest around her gag, but there was little she could do; caught and bound between the two foxes, all she could do was squirm and writhe. Selene cupped her mound with one hand, even as she used the other to vigorously thrust the whip handle into the taller vixen's rear; tears began streaking the silver's cheeks as the friction intensified.
Selene found herself enjoying this a little too much. Indeed, she felt herself growing wet and she bit her lower lip, trying to ignore it. Of course, watching the tod's length piston through the valley of the silver's chest wasn't helping her any, and her hand was busy toying with the silver's folds. She licked her lips, slitting her eyes as she glanced up at Eric... then, grinned as an idea came to her.
"Eric," she softly called, "kneel." After a few more thrusts, Eric slowly complied - clearly he was going to be rather hesitant for some time - kneeling and looking up at the panting, writhing vixen before him. Selene used her hips to slowly push the silver onto Eric's lap, and the silver mewed muffledly as she felt the tod's tip press against her folds. Then, with a sudden, savage push, Selene pushed the silver straight down onto the tod, earning a strangled series of muffled words from the silver, and a grunt from Eric.
Positioning herself behind the silver, which put her in the delightful position of having the other's tail nestled between her legs, Selene first reached to switch off the whip (she couldn't have it paralyzing her in the moment of passion), before beginning to rock the silver atop the tod. She heard Eric moan and begin reciprocating the gesture: thrusting his hips up into the silver. Selene slid her hand around to begin caressing herself as the other hand continued its rough manipulation of the whip handle, ensuring that the silver felt every inch of her dual violation.
It was not so long ago, Selene thought, that she was in this very position...
Silver, speaking for herself, was completely lost. Whipped, spanked, violated underneath the tail as well as in the sex, all she could do was arch and sob silently from the pain in her ass. The tables were turned, to be certain, and she was forced to endure, to enjoy it. Eric cupped her breasts, fondling them whilst Selene made her force ride the tod, the silver beginning to grunt, to toss her head. Selene moaned in sympathetic lust herself, her eyes drifting closed as she played with her folds, her clit, stroking herself vigorously. The complex threesome went on, the thick sounds of sex filling the room: the thump of the silver's hips to the tod, Selene's soft moaning and Eric's rapid grunting as the pace sped up.
Suddenly, the silver threw her head back, biting viciously into her gag as her body tightened on itself. She'd been teased for too long, in both holes, and she just couldn't take it anymore. She clenched down on Eric, earning a sharp cry from the latter as her inner muscles squeezed him; Selene made her ride faster, knowing the friction the two must be feeling. Eric grunted and squirmed beneath the weight of the two vixens, before he arched his back and went rigid; Selene could feel the strength of the male's release into the silver and, perversely, this set her off as she squeezed her mound, then squeaked, feeling her own nectar flow against her fingers, dripping down to coat the handle protruding from the silver's ass.
The silver vixen fell back against Selene, twitching as aftershocks flowed through her; Selene offered herself a savage grin as she peered down at Eric, whom returned her smile shyly.
"Well... I think my job here is done," she murmured, slowly standing and peeling the silver vixen off of the tod's cock. "Eric? If you'd be so kind as to show me where she's been keeping my stuff, I can get on with rescuing the person I came here for..."
It didn't take her and Eric long to find her things, stowed neatly in a cabinet. Selene was glad to be back in clothing again, even if it was the spare outfit she kept in her pack. And finding Clara's sister proved to be ridiculously simple; she was kept in a room in the west wing of the main building, chained to a wall.
* * *
It had been two weeks since then. Clara was overjoyed to see her sister again, and the bounty was enough to keep her good for several months. Bringing in the silver vixen proved to be a boon, even if the trio collected a fair amount of stares when they rode into town with the naked vixen trussed up and slung across a saddle like baggage; the slaver was wanted across many worlds, and the bounty she'd gained from that would keep her steady for a year. Yet, the Guild had called again, and she was obligated to answer, so it was with no great amount of surprise that she found herself in the same room, nursing a similar cup of coffee, at the same time. Her moderator, Transk, opened the door, ushering another client - this one, a male badger dressed in a business suit.
The badger looked her over, then smiled as the moderator took his seat. "I'm told that you've proven to be good at handling kidnapping cases?"
Selene sighed. This was going to be another long day.