Beyond the Call
THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, NUDITY AND SEX AND SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED BY ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
BEYOND THE CALL
"There's one! The tall girl in the green dress."
Packard, or Pak as his friends called him, glanced briefly in the direction the younger hyena was pointing. His gaze settled on a slim, seductive vixen. She appeared to be about 19 and stood 5'7" with long, shapely legs; thick, shoulder length, ebon hair; and reddish-gold fur the color of sunset.
Spotting an empty parking space, Pak swung the van to the right and smoothly pulled up next to the curb. "Sit back," he growled softly. His partner obeyed, allowing the larger, muscular leopard an unobstructed view through the side mirror. The short, green dress the vixen wore hugged her in all the right places without looking ridiculously tight. Her thick, well groomed tail was wrapped coquettishly around one leg. Amber eyes scanned the passing traffic. She had to be fairly new at this racket because she didn't have the 'tired' look shared by most of the girls walking the streets.
"You think she's working?"
Pak wrinkled his muzzle slightly in annoyance. "Spammer...It's almost ten o'clock at night. She's standing on a street corner dressed like a cocktail hostess and doesn't have an escort...What the HELL do YOU think?!"
The young hyena cringed slightly. "Fuck! You don't have to go nuke on my ass, I was just asking. I wanna get this over with as much as you. It ain't my fault Alfa wants a new girl to play with tonight."
Pak sighed in frustration as he continued to observe the vixen, looking for any indication of a police sting or hired muscle. Alfa, their gang leader, liked the girls. Trouble was, he tended to be more than a little rough. This would be their third pick-up in the last six weeks. It wasn't the police that had Pak and some of the other gang members worried. No one really cared much when hookers disappeared, aside from a few pimps or the other streetwalkers. What bothered them was the increasing fees the local cleaner was charging for disposal of the bodies. Fortunately, they had more than enough drug money coming in to cover it.
As he watched he saw the vixen politely, but firmly, turn down the drunken advances of a couple of rather scruffy looking soldiers. It was obvious that money alone might not be enough to lure her into the van. Pak opened the driver's side door and stepped out, motioning for Spammer to slide over behind the wheel. He glanced in the side view mirror and smoothed out his hair and fur
"Keep your eyes open for cops or pimps," he instructed. "Ring my cell once and hang up if you see anything heading our way." The young hyena nodded, adjusting the seat and settling in. He watched as Pak walked around the front of the van and begin strolling down the sidewalk towards the vixen.
Spammer looked on in admiration as his friend started to put the moves on the street bitch. He was slick. He knew just what to say to get past her defenses. The young hyena was convinced that someday the dude would be running things. When he did, there'd be no more Alfa; no more small time. Pak was going to be a player, and he'd take all the smart bangers uptown with him.
It wasn't long before the leopard had an arm across the girl's shoulder and they were both laughing. He kissed her and slipped a rolled up Cee note gently between her breasts. His fingers linger there for a moment before steering her towards the van. Spammer hunkered down in the driver's seat and listened as the side door slid open. A heavy black curtain separated the front of the van from the rear.
"Look for yourself, Sweet Lady," Pak offered. "Nothing but the finest."
The vixen leaned tentatively forward, peering into the back. A thick, luxurious white carpet lined the interior. The rear half of the van was occupied by an 18 inch platform on which rested a full sized mattress covered with silk sheets, cream colored velvet blankets and a half dozen pillows. Directly across from her was a mini bar and small refrigerator. A built-in CD player blinked on as the leopard took a remote from his pocket and hit play. A popular soft rock tune filled the van.
"I love that song," the vixen smiled.
"I thought you might," Pak replied smoothly. "You've got style."
The vixen ran her hands across the carpet and thought for a moment. The money she'd been offered was really good and the accommodations much better than expected. "Alright, let's do it," she said, stepping forward into the van. Pak gallantly offered her his hand, then stepped in after her and slid the door closed. They both reclined on the bed. The vixen walked her fingers up his arm. "How do you want to start?"
"How 'bout we get naked, cuddle and make some static?"
"Works for me, baby," she cooed. She turned so her back was to the leopard. "Would you be kind enough to unzip me?"
Smiling, Pak reached up with one hand and carefully slid the dress' zipper open. The other he slipped under one of the pillows and pulled out a small, rectangular object which he pressed firmly against her side. He let go of the zipper and thumbed a switch on the box. There was a sudden electric SNAP! The vixen went rigid as 50,000 volts shot through her. She collapsed into a heap, barely conscious and unable to move or cry out.
Pak rapped his knuckles three times against the ceiling of the van. Hearing this, Spammer started the engine and carefully pulled out into traffic There were no windows save those in the front and back, and the latter were covered by short, thick, black curtains. The leopard quickly went to work, using thick leather straps hidden in the liquor cabinet to bind the vixen's muzzle closed and her hands behind her back, wrists to elbows.
Weakly, she tried kicking at Pak, but her movements were uncoordinated. He stopped her simply by grabbing both ankles in one hand and binding them together. He removed her high heels, then pulled her dress down past her feet, tossing it into a corner. She was not wearing a bra but did have on a lavender thong. As a last step he pulled out a thick blindfold and wrapped it around her eyes. The leopard briefly ran his hands across her breasts, cupping them and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. They stiffened in response to the stimulus.
"My, my, my...You really do love this, don't you," Pak chuckled wickedly.
Tears formed in the vixen's eyes, but with her muzzle bound shut the only sound she could utter was a soft, anguished moan from deep within her throat. The van headed south, away from downtown, out towards the city's warehouse district.
Spammer changed directions several times, even doubling back once in order to make sure they didn't have anyone tailing them. Passing one warehouse in particular, he turned left into an alley and pulled around to a roll up door covered with graffiti. He stopped and flashed his headlights twice. The door lifted and a canine dressed in black leather, boots and chains gestured to the hyena. The van quickly disappeared. Glancing hastily up and down the alley, the guard stepped back inside and pulled the door down.
Spammer shut off the engine and hopped out of the driver's side door, slapping paws with the canine. "How's it hanging Bushido?"
"I hope you found something sweet and fine," the guard said in a heavy Japanese accent. "Alfa has been off his nut all day. He will not touch any of the other girls in the harem. Says they are too ugly."
The hyena grinned, walking around to the sliding door. "I think he'll like what we've got."
"Hope so for your sake," Bushido responded. "He almost capped T-Man when the dude said Alfa was too picky."
"T-Man's got a mouth. The dude's got to learn when to sew it shut." Both Spammer and the canine laughed. The hyena reached up and slid the door open. "TA DA!"
Bushido looked into the van, his eyes coming to rest on the vixen. "Whoa...She is one fine bitch, Pak. Alfa is going to give you a bonus for her."
"Well if he doesn't, I know where I can get my own honey." The leopard grinned, sliding the girl's thong aside and pushing two fingers into her mound. She shuddered, whipping her head back and forth, trying to squirm out of his grasp. A muffled wail tried vainly to escape her throat. Ebon curls slapped against Pak's cheek. He slipped his fingers out and licked them clean. "Mmm...You really are a Sweet Lay Dee." Pak looked at Bushido and Spammer. "Give me a hand here."
With the canine on one side, the leopard on the other and the hyena taking her ankles they lifted the vixen out of the van and easily carried her towards a heavy metal door. Spammer let go long enough to pull it open. It led into a large storeroom. Closing the storeroom door, the hyena walked confidently to the back wall and pressed a hidden switch. The wall rotated outward and they carried the struggling vixen through the opening and down a long flight of concrete steps.
"Gotta hand it to Alfa," Bushido said. "Only he would have thought of turning a bomb shelter into our crib."
Pak scowled slightly upon hearing this. He'd been the one who found this place when he was just a wannabe on the street. It had been abandoned for years, along with the warehouse; a decaying remnant of the Cold War. After hooking up with Alfa and his crew, it had been his idea to use some of their drug money to buy the warehouse.
At Pak's urging they'd set up a legit commercial storage business using an out of state corporation, then refurbished the bomb shelter to suit their needs. That way they had a double cover for their operations. It worked beautifully. The gang began evolving. Instead of fighting with other gangs for turf, they became suppliers and enforcers. Organizing provided more profit for everyone involved. Pak let Alfa take credit. That had put him on the short list of those the gang leader trusted. Eventually, it would put him in charge.
Another door at the bottom of the stairs led into a large common room where most of the bangers hung out between jobs. There was a large screen television., a stereo system, pool tables, leather couches, tables, chairs, video games...everything and anything an O.G. could want. There was even an alcove with a kitchenette which almost no one used except for the microwave and fridge.
A couple of corridors led off from the main room, along which several smaller, private rooms could be found. Some were used as bedrooms. Others were used for storage. One had been converted by Spammer into his own personal computer cockpit. He was a minor genius when it came to electronics and had been the one to 'tech' out their bunker. Most of the other bangers laughed at the short, thin hyena behind his back. Not Pak though. He recognized potential when he saw it and went out of his way to befriend the young gangster.
Five or six gang members were using the common room when Pak's crew entered, carrying the vixen. Whistles and cat calls followed them as they headed for the back room where the harem girls were kept.
It had been Alfa's idea to create a harem. The bunker was a secret he didn't want anyone sharing with outsiders. Only the twenty-five most hardcore members knew. No one was allowed to bring their home girls down. This naturally led to some complaints. Finally, as a compromise, the gang leader had a prostitute abducted off the street. Pak remembered her well. She was a tall, golden furred lioness with a strawberry birthmark on her left shoulder. They kept her for a month before they, or more specifically Alfa, got tired of her. She was killed and turned over to the cleaners. It has worked so well that the gang decided to put together a private stable of six to eight girls.
The girls they brought down were all kidnapped. Most were prostitutes. Some were runaways who were living on the street. They were kept in an old chain link storage cage in the back room. Cots had been moved in for them to sleep on and a lavatory/decontamination shower across the hall allowed them to keep themselves presentable. On day's when they weren't servicing the gang members, Alfa had them cleaning up around the bunker.
When they reached the storage room Spammer unlocked a small, separate, chain-link cage next to the larger one. Pak and Bushido deposited the vixen on a cot, removed her blindfold, then locked the door and left.
It was several minutes before the girls in the next cage worked up the nerve to talk with the vixen. One of them, a small, brown mouse, edged over to the wire separating her from the vixen and began to whisper. Her voice tremored, as if it were hard for her to find the words. She was obviously terrified.
"Listen...Please. I know you can't...can't talk...can't answer me... but this is important. Whatever happens...whatever they ask you to do....go along with them. please. They don't... they don't fool around here. They like hurting people and if you give them any excuse... any excuse at all ...they'll ...they'll ..." Her voice trailed off and she glanced upward toward a spot on the ceiling just outside their cages. The vixen's gaze followed hers. A rope hung from a metal bracket bolted into the ceiling. The lower end of it was tied into a noose.
"They keep it there as a reminder of what happens if...if we get out of line." The mouse gripped the chain links tightly and her eyes took on a distant, horrified look that edged on madness. She was still looking at the noose as if unable to tear her eyes away. "A girl... a couple of weeks ago...her name was Mary... she fought them. She was new, like you. She wouldn't do what they told her. We had to watch while their boss beat, raped then hanged her." The girl began to shiver slightly. "We had to watch... We had to..."
A white-furred rabbit girl came up behind the mouse and took her gently by the shoulder. "Cindy," she whispered, "Please... Don't talk about it. Try not to even think about it. You'll drive yourself tharn if you don't stop."
The mouse began weeping softly, releasing the cage and clutching at the rabbit's soft fur. "But Sandi, she has to know...she has to. Mary didn't know. She didn't... I didn't..." The mouse girl broke down into sobs. Two other girls, a cat and an otter, came over and gently peeled the mouse away from the rabbit. They took her over to one of the cots where they did their best to comfort her.
Sandi focused on the newcomer through the chain link cage. A tiredness lined her face. She paused for a moment before speaking. "Cindy's right, you know," she said softly. "It's best if we cooperate, at least until we have an opportunity to get free." She noticed the vixen was looking beyond her, toward Cindy, sympathy framed in her eyes. The rabbit glanced back at the mouse then lowered her voice even further. "Mary was Cindy's sister. They ran away from home together and were picked up their first night in town. It wasn't Mary who fought back, it was Cindy. The bastards killed Mary to punish her. Ever since she's been slowly tearing herself apart."
The door into the common room suddenly opened. "Watch yourself," the rabbit hissed. She backed away from the vixen's cage and sat down on a cot next to the mouse. A large arctic wolf came into the room and strode up to the cages.
"Is that bitch crying again?"
Sandi looked over at the wolf, smiling sweetly as she affected a soft, delicate southern accent. "Sugar... Why don't y'all go fuck yourself?"
"Hah!" the wolf laughed. "Sounds like your in a mood. You should save it for the party...After all it's Friday and it's almost midnight." He unlocked the vixen's cage door and went in. Reaching down, he quickly undid the bindings around her ankles and pulled her to her feet. He looked back over at the rabbit. "Oh, and tell Cindy girl that if she doesn't stop crying, we'll give her to Spammer. The sadistic little bastard likes them weepy." He pulled the vixen out of the cage, pushing her ahead of him. "Consider yourself lucky. It's party night and the boss wants to see you".
The wolf dragged the vixen back through the common room. Where less that fifteen minutes ago there had only been six thugs, there were now twenty or more, drinking, swearing, playing pool or arguing. Almost all of them were in their mid to late twenties and they were all hardcore.
"Listen up guys," the wolf yelled. "Alfa's breaking in a new girl tonight. Everyone line up so we can give her a proper welcome to our crib." With that, the vixen found herself bent over the back of a leather chair with her thong pulled down to her knees. The wolf pulled her tail up across her back. As each gang member walked by they gave her a stinging slap on her ass.
Tears of shame, frustration and anger filled her eyes as the wolf once more lifted her upright, readjusted her thong and walked her over towards a sliding wooden door. He pushed it open, then shoved the vixen into the room, causing her to stumble and fall onto a thick, Persian carpet.
The room was richly appointed. A mahogany desk sat facing the door. Behind it was a thick, leather executive chair. To the side a pair of matching leather couches sat facing each other. A coffee table sat between them. At the other end of the room were a set of wide closet doors built into the wall. Struggling to her knees, her arms still pinioned behind her, the vixen got her first look at Alfa. White on white on white, the massive polar bear towered above her, grinning wickedly at his latest toy.
He waved a hand, casually dismissing the arctic wolf, then half turned and looked over toward the couch. "You're right...she's some fine looking bitch."
"Can I pick 'em, or what?" asked Pak, rising from the couch, a bottle of beer in his hand.
"No question...you've got a good eye." The ursoid reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a thick stack of bills, tossing it casually to the leopard. "You earned this. Now get out there with the others and have some fun."
Pak nodded pocketing the bills. "Just do me and the boys a favor. Why not save something for us when your done?"
"I'll think about it," growled the bear, turning his attention back toward the vixen. Pak scowled slightly and left, closing the door behind him. The click of the lock echoed throughout the room like a gunshot. He turned his attention back toward the vixen. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. With the other hand he tore the thong from her and pushed his thumb into her sex, smiling all the while. She winced
"Now where should we start?" Alfa mused, holding her up by her hair. He pulled his thumb free and started to unbind her muzzle with his free hand. "Maybe a little oral sex, to get in the mood." Dropping the leather strap to the floor he reached across his desk and pushed a button. The closet doors slid back revealing an alcove, the centerpiece of which was an oversized bed. Carrying her over to it, he forced her to her knees.
The vixen worked her mouth for the first time in several hours. She looked at Alfa. Though she had been crying earlier her eyes now were strangely calm. "How many?" she whispered.
"What?"
"How many? How many girls have you brought here? How many have you killed?"
The bear chuckled. "Who knows? A dozen, two dozen...why should you care? Hell...why should I care? You're all just worthless prostitutes. No one's looking for you. No one's going to look for you. No one's going to help you." He undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, pulling his enormous rod free. "Suck it, bitch!"
The vixen took him into her mouth and began working her tongue around the head of his penis.
"That's right," the bear muttered. "That's the way. I like the way you... AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!!" The bear's words became a scream of pain and fear as the vixen bit down on his cock. A massive hand knocked her back onto the bed, her teeth leaving small welts on his rod.
"GODDAMN BITCH!" He looked down at his manhood and found there was surprisingly little damage. Shock and surprise had amplified the pain. "FUCKING CUNT!...Just for that I'm going to rip you wide open." Grabbing a gun from his desk he brutally pushed her down on the bed, forcing her legs apart. Positioning himself, he put the gun to her temple and thrust as hard as he could into the vixen...coming to an abrupt stop as his penis encountered resistance.
The polar bear cruelly smiled. For an instant he thought he was going to have the added pleasure of deflowering the vixen. This thought was immediately slammed aside by the realization that she was a hooker, or so he thought. He looked into her face. She was no longer crying. Her amber eyes seemed to glow with barely suppressed anger and disgust. Most frightening was the smile on her face.
"Surprise!" she whispered...
* * * *
Outside, the party was just getting into full swing. Two of the girls had been brought out as an appetizer. One of them, Cindy, was bent over the edge of the pool table with Spammer humping her ass for all he was worth. Bushido held her arms pinned against the green felt, laughing as she wailed and cried and thrashed. Droplets of blood spackled the edge of the table. Several of the other gang members were busy watching, trading bets on how long the hyena could keep it up. Another girl, a young doe, sat nervously on the lap of the arctic wolf as he fondled her breasts. She trembled at Cindy's screams, fearful of what more tonight might bring.
Without warning the door leading to Alfa's office exploded outward, followed by the charred remains of the polar bear. His body landed in the middle of the room and lay there, smoldering, for all to see. What stood in the doorway was beyond belief. It looked like a vixen, but she was nearly seven feet in height and naked from head to foot. Her fur was the iridescent color of pearl. Her aura glowed visibly with the colors of sunset and her amber eyes were like twin flames. Behind her, her tails spread out like a fan. There were seven of them!
Bushido was the first to react, pulling a nine millimeter pistol from inside his jacket as he let go of the mouse girl. "ONI...KITSUNE!" he screamed. No one else in the room understood him. He unloaded his pistol at the figure in the door. Too fast for the eye to follow, each one of his bullets arched gracefully back and impacted his body. He jerked as if dancing to some unearthly musical beat. He was dead before he even hit the floor.
The room quickly dissolved into chaos. The arctic wolf shoved the doe off his lap and stood, pulling out a machine pistol. Instantly he found himself floating half an inch off the floor, surrounded by a reddish-gold shell of energy. He fired, aiming at the kitsune. All twenty rounds from the magazine began ricocheting around the interior of the shell. The wolf bled from a hundred wounds even as he choked on cordite fumes. The spent bullets dropped into a crimson pool that formed within the base of the shell.
Lightning flared from the kitsune's fingertips, engulfing three more gang members as they came at her with knives drawn. A fourth gangster tried swinging a heavy chain at her head. The chain suddenly, wrapped itself around his neck like a python, squeezing until he was dead. A fifth gang banger came at her with a baseball bat. She merely glanced at him and the weapon was jerked from his hands, turning on him as if it had a life of its own. That life ended only after the bat had broken every bone in his body.
So it went, on and on for a several minutes. Lethal force was met with equal lethality. Some tried to escape only to find their paths blocked by doors that refused to open. Others simply tried to keep out of the fight. They were left unharmed.
Spammer tried to force his way out by taking a hostage. He grabbed Cindy, holding the now unconscious girl up with his arm around her throat and a cocked .45 at her temple. He looked pathetic, his pants still down around his ankles, his manhood exposed for all to see.
"Let me out, or she dies," the hyena threatened.
The kitsune nodded. The door leading out swung open and Spammer began sliding sideways toward it. As he took his third step the pistol in his hand suddenly dissolved into a dry, white powder, starting along the barrel and working its way to the grip. It didn't stop there. First his fingers, then thumb and the rest of his hand turned to powder and sloughed off, dropping to the floor.
The process repeated itself with his other hand. Cindy gently slid to the floor when the hyena could no longer hold her. First hands, then wrists, then arms. It did not stop until it reached his shoulders. There was no pain involved, no blood, but Spanner was screaming hysterically throughout. The screaming finally ended when the hyena tripped on his own pants. Unable to catch himself, his head struck the concrete floor of the bunker. He convulsed for several seconds then lay still, his eyes open and unseeing.
There was a brief flash that filled the room. The remaining gangsters doubled over, reaching for their crotches. One unzipped his fly, only to see a white power pour out of his pants where his manhood once was. Screaming, the last of the gang members raced for the door which the Kitsune had conveniently left open.
Crossing the room, the kitsune gently knelt and picked Cindy up, carrying her over to a nearby couch. The doe picked up a leather jacket from the back of a nearby chair and laid it across the mouse girl. A sound coming from the storage room drew their attention. Rising, the kitsune glided through the door. Inside she found Pak. He had pushed several crates away from a large metal door they had been concealing. He was prying at it with a crowbar. A sign on the door read "Emergency Egress."
Turning, the leopard saw the kitsune standing in front of the cages. He dropped the crowbar and held up his hands. "Okay, peace!. I saw what happened in there. I'm not stupid! If I don't fight, I don't die! That's it, right? Well then, I surrender."
The kitsune said nothing. Instead she waved her hand. The cage doors behind her sprang open. The remaining girls, with Sandi in the lead, stepped cautiously out into the room. Without turning the kitsune addressed the girls. "How should he be punished?" Several girls looked at the noose which still hung from the ceiling. None of them could bring themselves to say what they were thinking. It was Sandi who finally spoke.
"He should feel what we felt.' she said. "He should feel the same pain, the same fear we all experienced."
"So be it," the kitsune pronounced. Pak vanished.
Turning, the kitsune went back to the common room. She knelt beside Cindy, calmly stroking her brow and smoothing back her hair. "There is little I can do for those who have passed before, but I can help this one. When she awakens, she will be whole of mind and spirit. She shall feel her sister's presence with her and take strength from that."
When she finished with the mouse, she touched each of the girls in turn, healing the tears in their shattered psyches and filling each with warmth and comfort. When it was Sandi's turn, the rabbit girl looked up into the kitsune's eyes. "Why did you come? Why did you help us?"
"We, the kitsune, live and walk the planes of both this, and the spirit world," she replied. We guide and help where needed, but we are few in number and we are not omniscient. Often it takes the tears of a mortal or the cries of a spirit to draw our attention. The greater the anguish, the sooner we feel it and respond."
She paused and looked over at Cindy. "I came because Mary asked me. I found her wandering, lost between worlds, unable to cross over because of her fears for Cindy's welfare. She could not guide me to this place, but she could tell me how she came to be brought here. To find it, I assumed the form of the vixen you saw and let them bring me here."
Sandi smiled. "It's a comfort knowing there are beings such as you who care. But if you don't mind just one last question...?"
"Yes?" the kitsune replied.
"What happened to Pak?"
She smiled and leaned close to the rabbit girl's ear. "Justice!" she whispered
* * * *
Pak woke up laying on a cot in the cage. His head pounded. He tried to stand but found his arms tied behind his back and his legs bound. A heavy ball gag was thrust between his jaws and his muzzle was strapped down. Looking down, he abruptly realized he was no longer in his own body. It had been replaced by that of a naked female.
Laughter and catcalls suddenly drew his/her attention outside the cage. His/Her eyes went wide with shock. Standing there was Alfa and most of the gang, including HIMSELF!
He/She looked wildly around the cage, searching for any possible escape. His/Her eyes focused on a steel mirror that hung across from the cot. There, starring back at him/her was a golden furred lioness with a strawberry birthmark on his/her left shoulder. Pak screamed in horror, but the gag muffled the sound.
THE END