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11 Shadowfox -- Null

What did they do to you?

Why hadn't Foxforce seen this coming? In retrospect, it was so obvious. Or maybe Shadowfox_had_ seen it, and this was what had driven her to come.

With the third stroke, the Conil was shrieking and babbling, incoherent with suffering and fear. It seemed she wasn't even drawing breath, unless maybe she was screaming on the inhale.

Master put a hand on Tigre's arm. Tigre's ears pricked, annoyed at breaking the rhythm. "This is for your benefit too," Master looked at Doggie Style. "Don't cover your eyes. Watch and remember."

Doggie Style was hyperventilating. She was crying almost as intensely as Buns. The tears had saturated the fur under her eyes and they were landing on the floor with an audible splat. The spaniel was wavering on her feet, blinking rapidly.

Doggie Style was going to pass out, Shadowfox thought. What would they do to her if she lost consciousness?

"Tigre, go ahead."

"NO!" the Conil screamed. The whip hit her a fourth time.

Tigre, the first Tigre, had uncanny aim and skill with that whip. This Tigre was a bit sloppy. Where the first Tigre could land five lashes on a recoiling back and leave one welt, this Tigre was crisscrossing them, leaving gaps as wide as her finger. She wasn't a perfect copy. The thought made Shadowfox's spirits soar. Maybe Felicia was still there.

And the fifth landed on the rabbit's back. Shadowfox got a glimpse of Tigre's face. This Tigre wasn't as good with a whip, but the satisfaction she was getting from this was a mirror of the first Tigre's.

Something brushed against Shadowfox and made her jump. It was Doggie Style. Her eyes were closed and she was dropping in a faint. Shadowfox grabbed her with bound hands, supported her before she was conscious of what she was doing. The spaniel sagged against her, dead weight.

Boss stirred, and Master looked at her. Shadowfox looked back. Tigre let the whip touch the floor. Perhaps she was only giving five.

Awaiting orders, sir.

Master nudged Boss. "Get a bucket of water. Cocksucker, let the bitch down carefully."

Shadowfox fought to suppress a sigh of relief. She lay Doggie Style down, turned her over on her back where she'd be more comfortable. She didn't want to be seen fussing over her.

Master grabbed Bun's hair and jerked her head around to face him. "We'll start again when she's back up."

"No," Buns sobbed. "Please, no."

Tigre turned the Conil halfway around. With her whip hand, she pulled Buns into a firm embrace. Her other hand went to the bound rabbit's breast and kneaded it roughly. She opened her mouth and covered the Conil's, kissing her fiercely.

The tiger purred her pleasure. The rabbit was too afraid to break away. The coiled whip pressed against her face, and she returned Tigre's kisses frantically. Tigre took her arm from behind Buns' back and fondled the rabbit's breasts.

A bucket of cold water hit Doggie Style. Boss grinned at Shadowfox, and cocked his head back at Buns and Tigre. "Enjoying the show?"

Doggie Style was coughing water out of her mouth, and came unsteadily to a sitting position.

"No sitting," Boss reminded her, and prodded her with a foot.

"You're learning fast," Tigre said appreciatively. "Good girl."

The Conil glanced at Shadowfox briefly, and then looked away, ashamed of herself.

"You're a smart bitch," Tigre rested her hand on the side of Buns' face, forced her to meet her eyes. "I don't blame you for getting a little confused, given how your old owner treated you. But you're not anyone's princess. You're not anyone's girlfriend. You're a fuck slave."

Buns inhaled sharply and her mouth grimaced, a moment of anger despite the whip in Tigre's hand.

"Suck it, fuck slave," Tigre put a finger in front of Bun's muzzle. She raised the whip. Buns glared at the spectators and licked Tigre's finger twice before taking it into her mouth. The rabbit moved her head back and forth, miming fellatio. Tigre pulled her finger out, and patted the Conil lightly on the top of her head while turning away.

She walked over to Master, her eyes touched each of the remaining four students, resting lightly on Shadowfox. When will you dance for me? The tiger's eyes asked her, and Shadowfox couldn't resist a shudder.

"Tigre's right, you know," Master said lightly. "If your owner loved you, would you be here now? Of course not. Cocksucker. How do you treat your owner?"

"Make him think he's the most important thing in the world," Shadowfox answered promptly.

Master blinked. "He is the most important thing in your world." He put out his hand and Tigre passed him a riding crop. Shadowfox felt her mouth go dry. He held up the handle suggestively. "He's the reason I'm not shoving this up your cunt and out your ass. You're his pet. And if you don't like a life where you have only one man to keep sweet there's plenty of girls who would take your place. Doggie Style."

The spaniel almost jumped. "Sir," she croaked.

"You're owned by a woman, right?"

"Y-yes, sir." Her eyes went to Tigre, who blew her a kiss.

He nodded. "You're the only bitch in the class owned by a woman. Most of the time we're going to say 'he' and 'master' and I hope you won't find that too confusing." He smiled pleasantly.

Shadowfox noted the nomenclature. Owners were women, they were bitches.

Doggie Style's mouth twitched in a smile, a response of hope triumphing over reason. "No, sir."

"Everything I said to Cocksucker here applies to you. Boobs out."

Doggie Style blinked. Tigre took a step forward, and that shocked her into action. The spaniel's hands were bound like all of them, but she grabbed her top and lifted it up. Her breasts were nicely shaped, although a bit small and flat for a sex model.

"I'm not sure I'd call those boobs," Boss mused. "I think you need at least a C-Cup for them to be boobs." Boss grinned and Tigre tilted her head inquiringly.

Master looked at her breasts long enough to make it obvious he was looking at her breasts. Master was a clone run remotely by Blue; Shadowfox doubted he actually had a libido. The order was given because he wanted to give Doggie Style a chance to disobey. "You had reduction surgery, didn't you?"

Doggie Style had to gather her wits before answering. "I had -- I mean, my owner had my implants removed."

"Your owner wanted you smaller?" Tits asked with surprise.

Master glanced over at the grinning cat. "All that matters is what your owner likes. Doggie Style, you can cover up." He took a step towards Tits.

Master ran his riding crop across the Siamese's upper arm. She didn't flinch away. "For the next week, you only open your mouth to eat, answer questions, and lick. Right? Why don't you tell us why you're here?"

Tits didn't look away or answer. Her ears lowered, just a bit.

"Tits doesn't want to talk," Master said sadly. "Bruno? Hold her."

Boss launched himself at her. The cat jumped away. Away from Master, towards the door. While she was in the air, the Ursus got in her path. He pushed with an arm the size of her leg, sending her into the wall with a crash.

He pulled her to a kneeling position by her hair, then wrapped his hand around her bicep and lifted her off the ground. His other arm went under her other and his palm clasped the back of her neck. A moment later, he finished putting her into a full nelson, her wrists secured together and her feet in the air.

Tits kicked back helplessly, and Shadowfox had the impression she wasn't trying to fight. An instant later, the Siamese confirmed that.

"Sorry -- sorry, Boss!" she gasped out. "I'm sorry--!"

"Not yet you aren't," Boss corrected her. He threw her down to floor, catching her ankle and turning her in mid-air so she landed face first. She broke her fall with her hands. He twisted her leg, throwing her onto her back and shoulders, and transferred her ankle to the crook of his arm.

It was a one-armed ankle lock. His arms were strong enough to pull it off. Shadowfox knew he was hyperextending her foot while applying pressure to her Achilles tendon. It was an agonizing hold, but it didn't look like one to a civilian.

Tits gritted her teeth and Shadowfox knew she was suffering. Boss's arm tightened.

The cat clenched her mouth and hissed through open lips. Her eyes were closed and her ears flat against her head. She banged her free foot against the ground, as though she was trying to tap out. Her tail thrashed helplessly. She launched a kick at him and he caught her ankle in his free hand. He lifted her hips off the floor and her skirt flipped up, and she screamed.

It was torn out of her, deep and ragged. Shadowfox looked away. Buns was watching warily, and Shadowfox thought she might be smiling. Shadowfox wondered if it was nerves.

"Bruno," Master said mildly. Boss's arm relaxed slightly, but he kept her in the hold. "Tits, I asked you a question."

Tits was breathing hard. "Owner sent me. Please don't do that again."

"I don't like that answer. Bruno?"

"No, don't! Please! All right! But I..." she groped for something -- "I can't talk when you're..."

"You're holding up the class," Master scolded.

"My owner's_Max_--" she shrieked.

"No names," Boss ordered. He relaxed the hold again.

Max? Shadowfox wondered. Would she even recognize the name?

"He owns eight women," Tits explained. "Once a year, we vote."

"Wow," Master feigned astonishment. "So they voted you off the island? They must really hate you. I mean... really hate you. And your owner doesn't like you enough to overrule them." He shook his head. "It looks like you're not working out there. But I'm sure there's a place for you here."

"They sent her here to suffer," Tigre said, smiling and looking at Tits. "And she will suffer."

Tigre looked at Master inquiringly. It was obvious what was going through her head. She had given Buns five but she wanted more. She was eager to get started. Boss had hurt Tits, had made her scream, but Tits looked up at Tigre, afraid.

If there was any Felicia left in there, how much could there be?

"Do you have any idea," Master asked Tits, "any idea how lucky you are to be in a harem?" Master barely shook his head. "The rest of you are pets. You've got one person to look after and keep happy. You suck at your job, or you wouldn't be here. This dumb cunt can't keep her man happy, not even with seven other bitches to help with the load."

Master looked at the mouse. "What about you, Loli? What's your job?"

The mouse turned her head to face him. She took in a deep breath. "I'm a pet, sir."

"You're a pet," Master agreed. "You say that here. But if you knew that out there," he pointed off to the distance, "you wouldn't be here."

"That's true enough, sir," she agreed.

"Have you ever seen a bitch whipped before?" Master asked. "I mean, in person, and for real?"

"...No, sir. I - I could do without it, sir." Loli's voice was strained.

"Do you think you can get through the week without being whipped?" Master asked.

She swallowed, and tried to work up some spit before answering. "I hope so, sir."

Master walked over to her. She flinched, and he put a gentle hand on her head.

"Maybe you will," he told her. "All we ask for is humility, obedience, and enthusiasm. Some girls are smart enough to learn. They don't need to feel it on their own backs."

He put a hand on her chin, and she forced herself to smile at him. She wasn't very good at it. Shadowfox wondered if she, herself had ever had such difficulty in feigning interest in a man.

He gave her a playful cuff on the ear and turned back to the group. "You've all been sitting around all day," he said inaccurately. "And I'm _sure_you want to stretch your legs and work up an appetite. Tigre, harness them up."

"Master," Tigre nodded. She opened a cupboard and removed a neatly folded set of red leather straps. Shadowfox wasn't able to make it out until the tiger picked one and advanced on Loli. It was a muzzle.

The bit was rectangular, made to hold the mouth open, and by the grimace Loli made as it was fitted into her jaw it was obvious she knew exactly what it had been designed for. Tigre didn't spend much time adjusting it onto the mouse's head; it must have been sized in advance. Then Tigre redid the mouse's wrist bonds, tying them behind her back.

It was a less comfortable position and more restrictive, but it probably meant they weren't going to be strung up. In the back of the room, Buns let relief cross her face as she realized she was going to be let down.

Tigre spent more time fitting Tits' muzzle, working carefully to make certain it was extra-snug. Tits moaned softly more than once, fighting to keep each one suppressed and failing. Shadowfox's leg was shaking. She tried to make it stop, and failed.

Maybe it was for the best. Shadowfox gave Tigre the fear she wanted, so Tigre didn't work to make it hurt. The bit slid into her mouth and locked into place as though it had been made from a cast of her teeth. It tasted like 3-D printer resin, so it probably had. For a moment, she was glad of that: it was softer than metal, and she hated the feel of metal on her teeth. Her dental pattern might be more individual to Shadowfox than the DNA she shared with her clone sisters. The thought made her mouth go dry: could Blue recognize her from that?

Shadowfox stared at Tigre as she arranged the muzzle. It wouldn't seem strange, given the situation.

Shadowfox was hoping she had misidentified her. Shadowfox's eyes and nose seized on every difference as a hopeful sign, but each vanished quickly. She had three stripes on each cheek, curved and radiating out from her eye like ripples when a rock splashed into water. Even more convincing to Shadowfox, Tigre smelled like Felicia.

Tigre stopped and grabbed Shadowfox's cheekpiece. She smiled, and for an instant, she looked the way Felicia would smile when tasting something Shadowfox had cooked for her.

"Like what you see, little bitch?" The tiger smiled more broadly. "Slip me some tongue."

Tigre twisted Shadowfox's head into position and a rough tongue scraped across the front of Shadowfox's palette. Shadowfox slipped the tip of hers under the tiger's and barely into her mouth. Shadowfox had never French-kissed Felicia, but she knew it was her.

Doggie Style flinched away from Tigre twice. The second time earned her a slap on the face. It was gentle for Tigre, but it sobered the spaniel and gave her enough control to stand still as the tiger fitted her out.

"Is this your first muzzle?" Tigre smiled at her and put a reassuring and unwelcome hand on her shoulder. "Every bitch should wear a muzzle and get flogged at least once. It's like fucking. You can't really appreciate it just watching." Tigre looked back at Buns, who still had her hands bound over her head. "Don't you agree?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Buns was learning.

---

They were taken out to a courtyard. Blue Diamond had been built along similar lines, with a rectangular atrium where the sky could taunt them. The sun was low, blocked by the multi-story building around them. There were no windows, and two stories up a lattice that held a snarl of razor wire.

In the middle there was a wheel with a vertical shaft, like a playground merry-go-round without a place to stand. There were six spokes, and short chains with snap fasteners dangled from each one. The five of them were harnessed to the spokes by their bridles, Shadowfox across from Doggy Style. While they stood there, a sprinkler turned on, throwing a sheet of water up and onto Tits, who shook her head in disgust but didn't make a sound. They'd all be running through it, and already puddles were forming in the sand under Tits' feet.

"Here's the rules," Master announced. "You keep the green light in the middle lit. First one to stop gets extra duty tonight. Last bitch standing gets dessert."

For a moment, it looked like Tits was going to protest, but she stopped herself.

Tits had a right to. The Boston Marathon was probably the biggest sports event where chimerae and humans competed head to head, and while there was overlap, it was noticeable that the competitors tended to cross the finish line in three groups: canids first, followed by humans, with felids puffing in the rear, assuming the cats could finish at all. Felids were built for sprinting.

Shadowfox glanced at Loli, who was ahead of her. Loli was so small there was no way she'd be able to keep up with Shadow or Doggie Style.

Shadowfox looked around at the other apparatus. There would, she was sure, be equally unfair 'competitions' through the rest of the week, so each of them would have a chance to lose and be punished for it. She wondered which she would lose.

"Gee up!" Master barked. Tigre took out her whip.

Immediately, Shadowfox leaned forward. The wheel was resisting, and Shadowfox lowered her head to shift the strain from her teeth to the band over her forehead. Her bare feet dug into the sand of the track. The five of them started off slowly. She wondered how much drag they were dealing with.

Shadow's mouth was dry. Was that fear, or was it because her mouth was forced open? Probably both.

The whip cracked near Shadowfox's ear, frightening her so much she nearly jerked to the side. The whip cracked again and Tits yelped behind her. It had obviously landed on the cat.

The pace was a little slower than what Shadowfox was used to, but Loli was straining to keep up. Boss sat on a bench that was much too small for him, to watch as they dropped from exhaustion. Master went back inside as well. Presumably, Boss could handle the five of them when they were shackled.

Loli was working hard, much harder than Shadowfox. Shadow watched the mouse, worried and frightened for her. She hoped the little mouse wouldn't be the first to drop. "Extra duty," Master had said, and Shadowfox knew that would be bad. She hoped Tits would be the first to fall. And she immediately felt guilty about that. She might not like the cat but wishing punishment on her was too much.

Shadowfox clenched her teeth on the bit and went under the water spray. It was cold, but not icy as she had expected. Her feet splashed through the puddles forming in the sand, and when she left it the dry sand stuck to her pads. She suddenly remembered none of them had had anything to drink since she had arrived at Blue Jade, and then she wished she hadn't thought of that.

Soon she and the others were moving at a jog and the green light in the hub came on.

Doggie Style was barely in Shadowfox's line of sight, but she had the impression the spaniel had given her a dirty look. Like Shadowfox, Doggie Style realized one of the two of them would be the last one to drop. Shadowfox was already hungry. She suspected "dessert" might not be a tasty treat, but she was willing to risk that.

And that was probably the point of the exercise: not just making them suffer, but making them compete and hope for the others to fall first.

Shadowfox wasn't sure how many laps they had made. The sprinkler water was starting to feel good; cool and invigorating. She tilted her mouth and caught a few drops she let wash around inside her mouth before swallowing. It tasted delicious. She wished she could close her lips and give the inside of her mouth a good rinse, mix the water with her spit and swallow a good mouthful of...

Someone behind her gagged. The resistance of the wheel spiked and went back down, as though something had pulled free. The wheel was a bit harder to turn, and Shadowfox pulled harder to keep the speed up. Boss was behind her somewhere. Half a revolution more and Shadowfox saw. Tits had collapsed. It looked like Boss had dragged her out of the circuit of the wheel and into the grass. The bear was cuffing her ankles together and binding them behind her back to her wrists. Tits wasn't protesting. She was panting, so hard Shadowfox wondered if she would be going to the infirmary.

The next circuit, Loli fell. She no longer had to avoid the "extra duty" and without that to inspire her, her short legs failed her. The reins attached to her bridle came free; they must have been designed to open if they were pulled hard enough. Shadowfox realized she could get free of the wheel if she jerked away from it ... and then she'd be racing Boss with her hands tied behind her. Stupid.Shadowfox avoided the mouse, who was looking behind Shadowfox fearfully. Boss was coming for her.

Tits had squirmed back under the sprinkler. She was drinking deeply from the puddles of filthy water formed by their feet in the wet sand. Boss was standing behind her, letting her drink. Loli was chained to one of the benches.

Loli looked comfortable enough. She was sitting and drinking greedily from a bottle of water she had lifted with her mouth.

Boss dragged Tits back into the grass and flipped her over on her back. Her weight forced her legs open. Boss looked down at her, considering, and her eyes grew hard and angry as he came to a decision.

Boss reached down and pushed her top up over her breasts. He waited a moment, daring her to resist. She looked up at him, thought it over, and with a look of resignation opened her legs.

He opened his belt and lowered his pants, revealing a hard plastic cup. It was enormous, so much so that at first, Shadowfox thought of a scene in a comedy set in the Renaissance where a character wore a wildly exaggerated codpiece in a failed attempt to impress people. He lifted the cup off and Tits' eyes widened with shock.

Shadowfox had seen male chimerae with erect members the size of her forearm, mostly in sex shows, and Fire and Silver claimed they had run into one in Blue Diamond. A penis like that was more for show than actually having vaginal sex; for the woman it was more like fisting than intercourse.

Boss wasn't _that_big, which was good news for Tits, but Shadowfox suspected surgery regardless.

"Hey Tits," Boss laughed. "Why don't I put some sand on this first? Really give you something to remember." He smiled, and pretended to come to a decision. "Not on a first date." As though he would -- that wouldn't be comfortable for him either.

He put one hand on Tits' shoulder and knelt between her legs. He pushed her skirt up and put a hand on his penis.

"I'm not feeling particularly romantic," he told her. "Just so you know."

"Good," Tits answered. The quicker the better, Shadowfox thought.

Boss guided it into the Siamese, and she grimaced, either from discomfort or anger. When he was deep enough he took his hand away and used it to help support his weight as he pushed it into her. Tits cried out, and Shadowfox winced sympathetically. Once she was past that, the cat shivered, and Shadowfox was sure she was responding despite herself.

Shadowfox remembered a man raping her on the deck of a boat and seeing Tits respond the same way gave her a strange relief, a reminder that her heightened response was something designed into her and into the cat. It wasn't just her.

Loli watched, uncomfortable and a little sick, afraid to draw attention to herself but at the same time unable to suppress her anxiety. How long until that's me?

Boss moved his hips hard and fast, with little or no regard for the woman he was mounting. As his hips moved, he rested more of his weight on her, until his arms were crossed above her head and his own chin rested on his wrists. His massive body covered the cat almost completely from view; from some angles as Shadowfox ran in circles it looked almost as though he was humping the grass. His eyes were closed and pleasure glowed in his face.

Sometimes when Shadowfox was with a mark she was convinced that she could be replaced with another woman and he'd barely notice. If she had been the first to fall out, might she be there under him now? And at the same time, she knew that if that was as far as "extra duty" went, then Tits was lucky.

Buns was breathing harder now. She had been right behind Tits and ahead of Doggie Style. Her breath had a ragged, tortured quality to it that Shadowfox didn't like. If she had been out jogging with her, she'd make her stop and hail a cab back home.

Tigre quietly coiled her whip and sauntered back inside. She probably had other duties.

The rabbit was outclassed in this contest, but she was fighting to keep going. Was seeing extra duty frightening her to keep going? She had taken a flogging and it was surprising that she was still on her feet. Shadowfox couldn't understand why the rabbit had provoked that. Silly rabbit, Shadowfox thought. That wasn't funny.

Was Buns really that stupid, or did she just not understand what Blue Jade was? She knew better now. Was Tits a surly thug, or was there something admirable in her defiance? Loli was wary without being terrified, and maybe Doggie Style was terrified but at least she understood the situation --

Shadow's mind was wandering, the way it usually did when she was jogging. Maybe that wasn't a bad thing. The sand under her feet was a nearly continuous ring of footprints, overlapping and obliterating one another. Doggie Style's feet were a little bigger than hers.

Boss lifted his head and sighed. He forced himself deeper into Tits before reaching down. As he pulled his penis out, he squeezed it with one hand, as though he were working to make sure every drop was leaving him. He shifted his weight and wiped it off on her skirt before coming to his feet.

Tits had her eyes closed and she was panting. She was post-orgasmic and disgusted with herself, as though the thing in her head that made her enjoy it was her fault.

It's not mine, either.

The thought was a jarring one.

Boss looked over at the merry-go-round as he did up his jockstrap. He looked like a man with a sweet tooth eyeing a dessert cart. His eyes rested on Shadowfox, maybe because she was bouncing more attractively.

Boss's eyes focused on something distant, as though he had just received a text message in his head. He looked abashed, frightened even. He composed himself, took a breath, looked down at Tits and prodded her with a foot.

Shadowfox filed the fact away. He was wired just as any other chimera was; he was reading text in his head; his mind wasn't wired directly to Blue. He wasn't Tigre. He was a hired hand.

Like Cheshire.

Did she dare to think that way?

"Some bitches get a bottle of water and some bitches drink mud. You're going to have to work harder. You're a fuck slave and you're not all that much fun to fuck. You don't resist hard enough to make it a satisfying rape fantasy and you're not enthusiastic enough to make it an entertaining, consensual session. You might as well be an articulated plastic doll, without servos."

Tits seethed, her ears flattening out and her breath coming in short gasps. Boss raised a finger. "And don't think that I'm going to get bored and leave you alone. It doesn't stop until you're naked, on your knees, and begging for this." He tapped his cup with a blunt claw.

A dozen thoughts ran through Shadowfox's mind; anger, sympathy, and the selfish one was uppermost: she wished Boss hadn't mentioned a bottle of water. If Boss held out a bottle of crisp, clean water, shining in the light with dew forming on the cold plastic, all he'd have to do was point at his crotch suggestively and she'd present whichever orifice he wanted to enter. Let him have his fun, and he'd pour the bottle into her mouth, the water flowing across a palate that felt so dry it was about to crack...

Shadow's head whiplashed back and forward. Something heavy hit the ground. Buns had collapsed, her reins came free, and Doggie Style ran into her. The spaniel fell headlong, her own reins came free, and she leaped to her feet, scrambling out of the way of the spokes of the wheel.

Boss stepped towards her. Shadowfox leaned into her traces, fighting to keep the wheel turning.

"Her 'Ault!" Doggie Style cried out as well as she could with her mouth wedged open, pointing at the prostrate Buns with her bound hands. "'She 'ot in 'y 'ay! 'Lease, 'Oss!" Doggie Style's entire body was trembling, eyes on Boss.

"Okay," Boss said gently. "Good girl. Let's get you back in harness."

Doggie Style looked at Boss with grateful and relieved eyes. The two of them waited for Doggie Style's spoke to pass by, then ran alongside together as the bear carefully hooked her reins back on. Shadowfox didn't need to slow down and the light stayed green.

Boss pulled Buns to her feet and took her out of the way of the wheel. She watched him fearfully, until he opened the top of a bottle of water.

He put the neck in her mouth and her head moved back as he upended it and let it gurgle into her mouth. Buns' eyes closed with pleasure and gratitude.

That left Shadowfox and Doggie Style on the wheel. No, Shadowfox against Doggie Style. One of them would go down first.

Part of Shadowfox's brain was telling her she might as well fake a collapse now. Why not? It didn't look like Buns or Loli were being punished. And it was probably better not to stand out. She could drink water, and all she had to do was fall down.

But there was something pushing her on. She didn't know what it was; Doggie Style's fear wasn't admirable but it certainly wasn't shameful. Maybe she had been working too hard to just give it up. But once she stopped Blue Jade would come up with something else for them to do, and Shadowfox knew it wouldn't be making lanyards. Every second she spent lifting her feet and putting them down was a second she wasn't being tied up and abused. Her legs felt like they were going to fall off and her pads were sore but they were still moving.

But she knew one thing for sure: Doggie Style was an athlete too. Master said she was a pet, but that spaniel didn't spend her days lounging on a chair and eating marzipan. Shadowfox could see the muscle moving under her fur.

There were only two of them and the drag on the wheel was almost unbearable. And then Shadowfox couldn't bear it any more. She bargained with herself. One more circuit and she'd fall. One more. And another. He eyes were losing focus.

Doggie Style fell to the sand. Her traces disengaged, Boss ducked in and dragged her out. Pure elation kept Shadowfox going through a victory lap.

"Okay, okay!" Boss laughed. "Whoa there." She came to a slow stop, under the sprinkler. She closed her eyes and let the water wash away the heat and pain. He trotted up to her. There was a bottle of water in his hand. She stared at it, couldn't take her eyes away. He opened it, and it seemed he was teasing her, tantalizing her, but in reality he moved quickly. She swallowed the water in one long pull.

It was early in the evening, and now that she had water, Shadowfox was feeling hunger too. That was forgotten when she looked across the courtyard; Master was coming out towards them.

Boss stood behind her and undid her wrists. Shadowfox wrapped her arms around her front, rubbed her wrists and flexed her hands. They were stiff but all right.

Master and Tigre left the building and walked up to them. Was this her reward, a night with him? In Blue Diamond that came with a good breakfast, but she hadn't spent weeks on a boring prison diet and fried eggs and bagels weren't a compensation yet.

"Good girl," he said, patting her head. She knew she should be showing respect, but she decided to pretend to forget. It seemed to be a good call; Master didn't seem put out.

"Dinner time," Boss called out. He pointed to a door in the wall. He obviously wanted to keep an eye on them. Tits was still in the grass and hog tied. Tigre went to her and kicked her over onto her face. Kneeling next to the cat, she undid her wrists from her ankles, put a hand on her bridle, and lifted slowly.

Tits scrambled painfully to her feet, the pressure on her jaw worse than the pins and needles she had to be feeling. Tigre kept the reins tight, her fist in the nape of Tits' neck. She kept pressure on the reins and Tits' jaw, keeping the cat in pain as she marched her inside.

They were back in the classroom. There was a table in the middle of the room, with four small bowls filled with boiled white rice, each next to a water dish. There was another bowl of rice and water on the floor. Tigre planted her foot in front of Tits' and pushed the back of her head. The cat tripped and fell heavily to the ground.

Once Tigre was sure Tits was watching, she deliberately stepped into the bowl of water, overflowing it. Tits recoiled in disgust and Tigre smiled softly. "Drink up or I'll piss in it."

Tits grimaced and drank a token few laps.

"The rest_of you get to sit down," Tigre told them. "And keep your hands to yourself," she looked sternly at Shadowfox. Shadowfox understood: _No helping.

Loli lowered her head to the rice, stopped by a sharp cry from Tigre.

"Thank Master first," the tiger ordered.

Loli turned to face him. "Thank you, Master," the little mouse said politely.

The other three mumbled their gratitude and Master nodded benignly. "You're welcome," he assured them all.

That was the signal to eat. Shadowfox' hands were damp with sweat, but she didn't want to stick her snout in the plate. She ate her rice quickly, and turned to her water to wash it down. She was conscious of a few looks, so instead of lifting the dish of water she left it on the table and lowered her snout to it.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Cocksucker?" Boss demanded. "Master's in the room and you're sucking up the water like you're a fucking dog? Is that how you show respect?"

It was actually an instant before Shadowfox realized he was talking to her. The five of them were all drinking the same way, but Tigre, Boss and Master all looked at Shadowfox as though she had committed an obvious faux pas.

Everyone at the table looked up. Loli glanced at Shadowfox and rolled her eyes. Just go with it.

The little mouse was right. There was nothing "reasonable" in it; the point was to keep them all frightened and off balance, thinking so hard about keeping the three of them happy that they didn't consider fighting back. A good Blue Jade Girl had battered-wife syndrome.

And there was only one way out of it.

"This is how I show respect, Boss." She stood and walked over to Master. She lifted her top and knelt down, touching her breasts to the floor. She licked his shoe -- it was lightly dusted with sand -- rose, and waited with her head bowed.

She could say that Tigre had done it earlier, if they asked. The truth was that it was natural to her after months in Blue Diamond.

"Smart girl," Master murmured. His hand patted her head, and then he stroked her hair before touching her ear. "You can get up."

Shadowfox stood and took a deep breath. I'm so relieved! She hoped that would play well with the other students. Master, Boss and Tigre were all looking at her, not even pretending to see her face. She had felt less exposed, naked on a stage. She lowered her shirt.

Master looked thoughtful. Shadowfox knew that the megaframe computer in the basement had already come to a conclusion; this was pure show. "I've decided you may speak," he said slowly.

"Thank you, Master."

"Don't abuse the privilege," he raised a warning finger. "Speak respectfully. No names. Except the ones I've given you." He looked at the others. "The rest, only when you're spoken to."

Loli perked up and looked at Shadowfox hopefully. Shadowfox blinked, wondering what had crossed her mind. She knew it was obvious, but--

Shadowfox started to nod, and turned it into her head, lowered. "Yes, sir." She began to think that this week wouldn't be that bad. All she had to do was be a Blue Diamond Girl for seven days straight, and above all else never give them an excuse to punish her.

The down side was that she ran the risk of becoming the teacher's pet -- but that would only be a problem if she was left unsupervised with the others.

"Over here, Cocksucker," Tigre purred.

Tigre took her in her arms and pulled her into an embrace. Shadowfox pressed her breasts against Tigre's supple leather. A bit of cold metal touched her nipple and she felt it stiffen.

Her face was pressed into the tiger's chest, and she was glad nobody could see her expression. Felicia.

The tiger's hand moved under her hair to the nape of her neck. Her claws were out and they ran lightly, so lightly, through her fur and down her shoulders and spine.

"Well, well," Tigre mused. "Where did Cocksucker learn about whips?" She looked down at Shadowfox, her mouth barely parting in a smile.

She felt the scars, Shadowfox realized. They didn't show at all under the fur, and they were barely welts. _Nobody_had noticed them before. Her claws had to be as sensitive as phonograph needles.

Shadowfox's mind spun in a panic. Tiffany's legend was designed to make her sound harmless, just a girl who had made a single misstep and whose owner really didn't want her beaten or anything. Any story she made up would have to fit and -- God damn it! Her "owner" was in a suite right above them. And he didn't know they knew...

"My owner lent me to his cousin," Shadowfox started. No, because your owner is jealous of you. You're here because you had a lover on the side. "His cousin was sick and I was supposed to take care of him."

"So what did you do to deserve this, little bitch?" Tigre's tone was no longer amused.

It's not my fault. "He liked it," Shadowfox's voice was sullen.

Tigre smiled and nodded. "Yes, so do I."

Oh, my goodness!"...Ma'am, please don't tell my owner," Shadowfox said urgently. "He's his favorite cousin, and it would just kill him." That would be bad. His feelings would be terribly hurt, and I don't want that.

"What do you care?" Tigre laughed.

"He's important," Shadowfox said stubbornly. I am learning my lessons like a good girl.

"Hmph," Tigre grimaced, unable to contradict Shadowfox in front of others. She turned abruptly away from her, and prodded Tits with her foot. "Get up." Her ears flattened and she faced the table. "All of you!" she barked.

Three chairs scraped across the floor as the occupants jumped to their feet. Doggie Style's tipped back on its rear legs, teetered for a moment, and crashed to the floor. She reached a foot behind her and pulled it back erect so she could neither be accused of making a mess or not standing.

"Master," Tigre said reverently. She lowered her head, submissive.

Master looked them over. It was obvious what for. He pointed at Loli. "Here, girl," he ordered.

Loli grimaced, and turned it into a weak, unconvincing smile. She trotted up to him. He put an arm around her shoulder and steered her to a door in the wall. Her wrists were still shackled together behind her as he steered her out.

When the door closed, Tigre turned to the remaining four. "Tits, over here and turn your back."

Tits took a step closer to Tigre and turned around. When Tigre stepped up, the fear showed in her face.

But all Tigre did was release the chain on the shackles on her wrists. Tits looked surprised, and hopeful. That, Shadowfox knew, was a mistake. Tigre then did the same on her ankle, leaving the shackles on but the chain loose on Tits' right hand and foot.

"You're going to need that free for special duty," Tigre explained, and Tits' face fell. The tiger pointed to a door. "Everyone take five. Tits," Tigre pointed at a door. "Go freshen up."

Tits hesitated and looked suspicious, but made her way to the bathroom. Shadow was feeling the need too, but didn't think it would be a good idea to point it out.

When the Siamese left the bathroom, Tigre stood. "Let's go. All together." The tiger pointed at Tits and then at another door.

The six of them went through the same door, Tits leading the way and Boss in the rear. They were in a narrow corridor, maybe a meter wide, the door out of the classroom in one of the long walls. On the opposite wall were two doors. The left end of the corridor stopped at a blank wall, and the right was sealed off four meters down by an accordion security fence. It was crowded, and Boss seemed to take up half the space.

Shadowfox sniffed. She couldn't be sure without getting close to the ground, but she was pretty confident that Master and Loli had gone through the fence. There were two controls on the near wall, single buttons, about four meters apart. At first, Shadowfox thought they were fire alarms, but they were green instead of red.

Tigre took Tits over to one of the controls.

"This is your job for tonight," the tiger explained. "It's pretty simple." She mashed the button and smiled down at Tits.

"Now, in sixty seconds a bell is going to sound. It's loud enough to wake up me and Bruno. To keep it going off, all you to do is hit it again. Do it."

Tits punched the button and released it.

"Good! That reset the timer so it won't go off for another minute. And since we don't like being interrupted, we come out here, and we beat the shit out of you." Tigre's smile grew broader. "Understand?"

Tits pressed her lips together. "Yes."

Tits tried to defend herself, but Tigre moved too fast, slapping Tits across the face and staggering her. "Finish it." She raised her hand again, threateningly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And since you have the energy to be insolent, let's make this interesting." Tigre sauntered over to the other control and hit it. "That one's set to sixty seconds too." It was the length of the corridor away, four meters.

Tits' jaw dropped. Then she walked over to the far end, reset the clock, turned to the near end...

"See you in the morning," Tigre nodded. She took a step and grabbed Buns' upper arm. "You and me are going to get to know each other even better," she promised, and took Buns into one of the doors.

"Llladies," Boss purred out in a satire of a smooth-talking player. He put an arm around Shadowfox and Doggie Style, steering them to the other door. He turned the knob and pushed it in.

Shadowfox wasn't surprised to see it was a bedroom. The bed was huge, king sized plus, with black sheets that had the sheen of silk. There was a huge, Boss-sized padded chair in front of an impressive home entertainment system built around a new-model Playbox. Her first impression was that it was a hotel room: there was no real kitchen, no stove, none of the equipment she personally considered essential for a long stay; instead, there was a refrigerator, coffee machine and microwave, acceptable for a few days but nothing she'd like to stay in.

Then she noticed there was a bookshelf that didn't quite fit in with the décor, and it was filled to bursting with bound collections of comics, the last art form to resist digitization. Oh, sure, there were any number of tablet-based applications for digitized comic books, but the size and complexity of a comic book page --

He had Ode to Kirihito and Apollo's Song. Why did Boss have to have a Tezuka shelf?

Boss closed the door and took the shackles off Doggie Style. "You girls shower up," he ordered, pointing to a door. "You can hand-wash your clothes and hang them in there. Don't clean the bathroom, there's a maid. Back out here, naked, in thirty minutes or I'm coming after you."

Doggie Style looked at Shadowfox as though there was something she could do about it. Shadowfox set a 25 minute timer on her brain implant. The vixen shrugged, and the spaniel walked woodenly towards the bathroom.

Shadowfox followed her, wondering what she should do. It was obvious what Boss wanted from them; but should she urge Doggie Style to comply? Would that be kinder, or would that just ... make it seem that this was all right, that there was nothing wrong.

Shadowfox closed the door behind them. The shower stall was in the corner, with one nozzle overhead and a second on a hose. The floor slanted to one corner and drained out through a scupper. There was an abundance of towels and fur shampoo.

"I'm sorry," Doggie Style bounced uncomfortably while staring at the toilet. "I have to--"

Shadowfox smiled. "You called it first," and she smiled. "I've been in dressing rooms before." She had never been in a dressing room with a toilet out in the open, but why mention that?

Doggie Style rushed over to the toilet and sat down. Even the toilet was Ursus-sized. Shadowfox was about ninety percent certain that this was Boss's personal apartment. "I can't do it," Doggie Style said immediately. She closed her eyes and leaned forward.

Shadowfox started the shower. It was loud and hot and steam began to fill the room. She was careful not to look over at the toilet. She stripped and put her clothes in the sink. Doggie Style flushed.

"I'm Tiffany." Shadowfox walked over to her and put out her hand.

Doggie Style hesitated for a long moment. "Marilyn," she said, finally, with an uncertain smile and shook hands.

"Be careful not to use my real name," Shadowfox warned her. "We were told not to."

"Right," Marilyn nodded, a little afraid. She walked away from the toilet to give Shadowfox some privacy, took off her clothes and put them in with Shadowfox's before going to the shower. She closed her eyes and stepped under the spray, shaking and rubbing her head to get her fur wet.

Perhaps there were microphones. Shadowfox wondered if she should have given her name. It was a stupid move, but she badly needed that moment of connection with Marilyn... but she had endangered them both. What's done is done, she thought with sudden anger. And if Boss is about to break in here, I might as well take a dump first.

"Wow, you like your shower hot," Marilyn called out.

"I guess I do," Shadowfox agreed. She finished and went under the showerhead with Marilyn. Marilyn stepped to the side to give her room, looked at her for a moment and glanced quickly away. There was something furtive in that, as though Marilyn was looking at Shadowfox despite herself and was trying to cover up.

You like what you see, don't you? Just because Marilyn was owned by a woman and had sex with her didn't make the spaniel gay or bisexual, but that embarrassed look set off Shadow's gaydar.

With the water plastering Marilyn's fur down, Shadowfox could see that her impressions outside were correct. Most chimerae were in good shape -- good health habits were drilled in at the factory level -- but Marilyn was pretty obviously a few standard deviations above the norm.

"What do you play?" Shadowfox asked.

Marilyn did a double take. "Tennis, mostly. I'm my owner's practice partner. So we do a lot of exercise together -- and I'm a dietician."

"I'll bet you also do the cooking," Shadowfox nodded. "I do too. My owner's not an athlete, though. Can you scrub my back?"

Marilyn looked surprised for a moment, and nodded. She did a good job, too, using just enough claw to make it invigorating. Shadowfox returned the favor.

"You know," Shadowfox told her, "he's probably going to want to watch us. Together."

Marilyn looked at her over her shoulder, and nodded.

"And I just wish it didn't have to be here, for him," Shadowfox added.

Marilyn blinked. "Uhm. Do you mean that?"

Shadowfox rubbed the shampoo into her back a little harder. "Sure. Why not? I think you're very attractive."

"Uh... so do I," Marilyn confided. "I mean, I... guess we have to go through with this. I mean, if we don't, he's just going to get violent."

Shadowfox nodded.

Marilyn looked at Shadowfox and looked away quickly. "And I wish I knew you better, but yeah, I'd rather sleep with you than him."

If a woman were forced to have sex with a man, would it be better to be gay or straight? It was a bizarre question, even repugnant. Silverfox would know. They hadn't talked about that, and now Shadowfox wished they had. Not that it would change anything, so there was no point to knowing.

"All right," Shadowfox patted her shoulder. "I used to be in, er, show business. And my owner's a guy. So I'll take the lead."

"Thank -- no, I can't ask you to do that."

Shadowfox snorted. "You didn't. This is what I do."

Marilyn insisted on washing their clothes. The water turned a dark gray that surprised Shadowfox until she remembered they had fallen into the dirt a few times. Shadowfox wiped the walls with a towel; why make the maid's job harder?

They had less than a minute left and Shadowfox helped Marilyn hang their clothes. She took Marilyn by the hand, and led her into the next room.

Boss was sitting in the easy chair, naked. He had a controller in his hands; he touched a switch and came to his feet. His penis was out and rose to point at them. He put a hand on his hip, and a smug expression as though he expected his masculinity to make the two of them literally swoon with delight.

What sort of woman did he want?

Shadowfox let go of Marilyn's hand. Back off, bitch, that's for me! She stopped short of him, gave him a smoldering gaze, and went to her knees. She took him into her hands and moved her mouth to him.

He grabbed her hair, hard and tight, keeping her lips a few centimeters from his head.

How did I screw up? She asked herself. Maybe he wanted her to show respect.

"No two slave bitches have the same problem," he said. "Some bitches get too much cock. Some bitches don't get enough." She grimaced as he shook her head. "Understand?"

Shadowfox stared at the carpet.

It had seemed like such a good idea before. Blue Jade personnel wouldn't force her to have sex because David was jealous. And what it meant was that she couldn't protect someone...

"Yes, Boss."

He pushed her, hard. Shadowfox fell to her side and looked up fearfully.

"Come on, girl." Boss stepped over to Marilyn and grabbed her arm, towing her over to the bed. He looked down at Shadowfox. "Get those tits over here."

Shadowfox got up and brushed her fur with one hand.

The Ursus lay down on the bed. He sank into the mattress, and lay down on his back. He spoke to Marilyn. "I know I've got an awful lot for you, and that you're not used to dicks. Be good and you can do the work and set the pace." He pulled her on top of him.

Shadowfox walked around the foot of the bed and climbed in on the other side.

Back before ICON took delivery, all four in Foxforce had received basic sex education -- Condom Operation 101, more or less. Only Shadowfox had received deliberate training beyond that.

Shadowfox knew nothing about Marilyn's sexual history, didn't know how extensive Marilyn's training had been, or if her present owner was her first or what her owner had her do. All she knew was that she didn't want to have sex with Boss which just meant she wanted to be treated with basic respect. It was even possible the spaniel had never had sex with a man before. Silver hadn't, until Blue Diamond.

Marilyn was straddling him uncomfortably. He was sitting on his thighs, his engorged penis standing in front of her. She wasn't touching him. And Boss didn't seem the patient type. Boss was physically big. Taking him inside would be easier than being fisted but it would take preparation. Marilyn should suck on him to get him wet, and finger herself. And she had to get started before he rolled on top of her and forced it in.

He grabbed Marilyn's breasts. She gasped and made to push him away, but thought better of it.

"Not even a handful," he mocked. "Get to work, you dumb cunt."

What woman did he want?

"Boss," Shadowfox said timidly. "I - I'm sorry, but I've got to--"

Shadowfox sat up, nerved herself, and threw herself on him. She grabbed the base of his shaft and steered it into her mouth, careful not to hit a tooth going in. She closed her mouth on him for a moment, and then pulled her head back, slowly.

She didn't pull him all the way out. If he jumped or hit her, he'd hurt himself. It was risky, she knew she'd be punished if that happened, but men were very protective of their privates and he'd probably avoid it altogether.

"Mmm!" she tried to shout with her mouth closed. A moan wouldn't work at all -- not if she was driven into a frenzy just by being near to such a desirable penis. She glanced at him imploringly. He looked startled, not angry, so she risked taking him out of her mouth. He frowned and he was about to say something.

"That tastes so good," she insisted. "Girl, you are so lucky."

"Guess you live up to your name, don't you?" he asked.

Shadowfox nodded and smiled. "Boss, can I warm her up for you? Get her honey pot all wet and ready?" She closed her eyes and licked his shaft from base to tip. Then, without waiting for a response, she got up and sat on his chest, facing Marilyn.

Marilyn looked at her hesitantly, so Shadowfox made the first move. Shadowfox put her arms around her and kissed her nose. Marilyn smiled hesitantly, closed her eyes, and kissed her gently.

The kiss went through Shadowfox, thrilling her. Her eyes opened in surprise. She had kissed most of her friends, many strangers, and enemies; the gentle pressure of Marilyn's lips on hers excited her more than she expected.

Boss put his hands on Shadowfox's breasts and squeezed. Then he started kneading them, a fingertip on each nipple, groping her obscenely. At first, she was angry, then grateful. It was a reminder of what they were there for, and it had nothing to do with friendship or Shadowfox's pleasure.

Shadowfox rose to her knees and worked her way down Marilyn's body, first kissing her throat, sucking both nipples hard, the hard muscles in her belly. Marilyn was already wet when her tongue touched between her legs. His penis was hard, and she had to move it gently out of her way to reach Marilyn. It was between her breasts pressing against her sternum. She hoped it didn't hurt Boss, because that would make him angry.

Shadowfox licked gently around her pubes. She wasn't making love to Marilyn, she was coaxing her into excitement so Boss wouldn't hurt her. She wished she were making love to Marilyn. Having sex with a woman she barely knew would leave her feeling cleaner than getting a man off because she was afraid of what he would do if she didn't. It was what she did. Was it the right thing to do?

Shadowfox wanted this to last longer, but she knew Boss was impatient. Marilyn cried out when Shadowfox's tongue touched her clitoris. She pushed her muzzle tighter between Marilyn's legs, licking, making her wetter, preparing her for--

"That's enough, she's ready." He pulled Shadowfox back up and pushed her to the side. He held Marilyn under one armpit. He reached down and pushed his tip into her.

Marilyn's jaw twitched, but she didn't say anything. She looked down at Shadowfox and a shy smile flickered over her face. Shadowfox smiled back.

Marilyn took his shaft in one hand and moved her hips up, keeping him inside her. She hesitated for a moment and lowered herself slightly, bringing him a bit deeper into her. She moved back to spread her lube and inched him deeper.

Shadowfox nodded, and glanced over at him. His attention was entirely on Marilyn, and there was something cruel and calculating in his eyes.

TALK TO HIM, Shadowfox mouthed, exaggerating her lip movement. Tell him how good he is.Lie.

"Uh-- wow," Marilyn said with a nervous laugh. "Wow, you're big."

He smiled. "Better believe it. You're lucky I'm not one of those Brandon lions. I'd've gone off in you twice by now."

Marilyn was taking him deeper into her now, and her breathing was starting to slow and get deeper. Her ears and tail were twitching, and Shadowfox could see it was starting to work on her, even before he was all the way inside. Marilyn released her breath in a long sigh before working him deeper.

"It's hard," Marilyn laughed. "I'm not really used to this." She took her hand off his penis and used it to help support her weight.

"Damn, but you feel good," Boss said. He looked over at Shadowfox. "Give me something to suck on."

Shadowfox lifted a breast and moved up to offer it to him. He turned his head and his mouth closed on her nipple. He sucked greedily.

Jerry was probably sleeping with Silverfox at that moment. And maybe Tech and Fire were with them. Shadowfox wished she were there with them. Or, better, with David. With someone who would cuddle and pet her and ask her questions about growing up, and make her feel like she was someone a person could talk about.

She frowned. Thoughts like that were distracting her, and she had to pay attention to Boss. He was the most important thing in the world right now, because one word from him and she'd be --

The first night wasn't even over, and she was already counting the minutes. Was it good or bad that she couldn't abort?

Marilyn's eyes closed and her face twisted as though she were about to sneeze. She climaxed, and a moment later he did, his hand clenching on Shadowfox's breast. Coming into one woman while playing with the breasts of another -- there was probably a website for that.

Marilyn was still gasping when he poked her shoulder. "Get off. Cocksucker, stand up and cross your wrists behind your back."

Marilyn got off and retreated into a corner of the bed. She didn't want a part of this.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Shadowfox asked, bewildered. As she spoke she got to her feet and crossed her wrists. He was going to tie her up, she knew. She hoped it was just a precaution before he went to sleep.

He took a thin leather strap out of a cabinet and bound her wrists, looped one end through her collar, and gave a quick jerk. She flinched in pain. Her wrists were pulled up and her collar was tight against her throat.

"You know your owner doesn't want you spreading the wealth." Boss pulled on a pair of grey shorts. "And there you were, living up to your name."

Marilyn looked at Shadowfox helplessly, and the vixen knew that was all the help she would be getting from her.

He attached a leash to Shadow's collar and took her into the hall. Tits stopped as the door opened and watched, hope for a reprieve visible in her face. Cats weren't made for the marathon, and she had been run to exhaustion already this day, and the night was still young. When she saw it was Shadowfox, she smiled. Shadow wasn't sure if it was a genuine smile, or just fatigue and stress. She turned and loped to the end of the hall, hitting the switch. Tits turned around. Shadowfox couldn't help but have sympathy for her -- she'd be crawling by the morning.

Boss rested his left hand on a sensor, and the gate opened. He pushed it open, pulled Shadow through, and closed it behind them.

"It's amazing how being deprived of something simple like sleep can change your whole outlook on life," Boss said chattily. "Do you know what that cunt is thinking right now? She's thinking, 'one hour with his cock down my throat doesn't look too bad right now.'"

One hour? Shadowfox thought sarcastically. Don't let that show in your face.

"That's what she's thinking. And you know, that's the way it should be. Fucking should be the best thing in your lives." He tapped Shadowfox's forehead. "But you don't get to decide when, where, or who. You're not a woman who controls that. You're a slave cunt who does what she is told."

"Boss," Shadowfox's throat was dry. "You're right, and I'm sorry. But, for God's sake -- you showed me what was in your pants. You can't expect me to look at that without wanting it in me. Everything I've been told makes me --"

A door opened and he pushed her in.

Tigre was there, smiling.

And beyond her there was a pole, with manacles on a sliding ring.

Shadowfox recoiled in fear. She almost wet herself. There was nothing calculated about that. It wasn't Tiffany panicking, it was Shadowfox.

Tiffany didn't know how to fight. Tiffany would struggle, but she wouldn't kick.

She pushed back against Boss, and Boss pushed her closer to Tigre.

He pulled against her collar and the collar pressed against her windpipe, and suddenly she couldn't breathe. He tripped her and forced her face down, and kept the pressure on her collar. Her face was pressed against a floor made of tiles, easy to keep clean, and she struggled in earnest, panic pushing Tiffany aside and unleashing Shadowfox. But there was a quarter ton of wrestler on her back, holding her down...

Shadowfox woke up. She was on her back, on a frame, held by her wrists and ankles, a collar and a band around her forehead. Her legs were open and Tigre stood between them. Her crotch was at the same level as hers.

Tigre smiled at her. She took her whip and held it upside down, near the top of the handle, so a good ten centimeters of tightly wound leather grip protruded from her fist.

She ran the butt of the whip lightly across Shadow's vagina. It was rough and coarse and it would hurt going in. Shadowfox choked back a sob.

"You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?" Tigre asked.

"I'm sorry," Shadowfox gasped. "I'll be good. Please don't do that."

"Why not?" Tigre purred.

"Because my owner doesn't want you to."

Tigre raised her eyebrows and her mouth made a little o of surprise. "But you're self-owning, aren't you?"

Crud. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Boss was standing against the wall.

"You're Shadowfox, of Foxforce," Tigre said. "And you killed me."

"Say, Tigre," Boss said nonchalantly. "This is probably the only chance I'll get to fuck her."

Tigre glanced in his direction, then back at Shadowfox. She grinned.

"Go ahead," the tiger said amiably. "Why not? No harm done," she added spitefully, for Shadow's benefit.

He grinned and stepped forward, pushing his pants down.