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"Get the fuck in there...MOVE!"

The final word was roared more than it was spoken and, even through the closed door of the bleak chamber that served as an interrogation room, the sheer amount of exasperation the speaker's voice carried was enough to make captain Attah's rounded, leonine ears perk. The shouted command was followed by the unmistakable, dull sound of something hard, most likely a truncheon, making harsh contact with a fleshy target, as well as a muffled grunt of pain a second later, further reinforcing the feline's assumption.

Being the highest ranking officer currently on-site it was simply a matter of standard protocol that he had been the first to be informed that a trespasser had been apprehended while sneaking around the perimeter, just as now the unwelcome task of interrogating the offender, even if it was already way past midnight.

The door to the interrogation room abruptly swung open, whoever opened it having put in enough force to cause it to bang loudly against the wall, drawing an annoyed growl from the captain, his tan fur bristling before he quickly regained his composure and regarded the newcomers with an expressionless stare.

There were three in total, two lions, one private and one second lieutenant, as was evident from the insignia (or lack thereof) on their uniforms, both tall and well-built, near-perfect specimens, as was to be expected from any young male who decided to pursue a military career, and looking similar enough to be brothers, and, being dragged between them with what looked to be quite a bit of effort, their captive.

Captain Attah raised an eyebrow in a mixture of annoyance and curiosity as he regarded the latter with yellow, leonine eyes. Despite being undeniably female and almost a head shorter than her "escort", the captive possessed an equally impressive physique, broad shoulders and arms thick with muscles, bulging under her spotted brown fur as they strained against the cuffs that currently bound her hands behind her back with such strength that it took considerable effort from her captors to hold her somewhat still. She wore dark green camo pants and a tank top that might have been white once, though it was now covered in countless stains of dirt and - as captain Attah noticed with a slight grimace - blood, as well as being torn in several places, most likely a consequence of the resistance she had apparently put up beforehand. The thing that stood out most, however, was the black plastic bag that had been pulled over her head and secured around her muscular neck with what looked to be a belt, not tight enough to suffocate, but - as was apparent from the speed with which the bag expanded and contracted - definitely tight enough to limit the amount of oxygen she could fill her lungs with.

As bad as this all looked, what bothered captain Attah the most, enough to cause his hackles to rise subconsciously, was the fact that, despite not being able to see her face due to the bag, the lion officer had a reasoned suspicion about who was standing before him: He didn't have to see her face to know that she was a hyena - the spotted pattern of the fur on her arms was a dead giveaway, and even if it weren't, the scent, though currently mixed with the coppery tang of blood, was as unmistakable as it was unpleasant to his feline nose - and even though it was common for female hyenas to possess a physique that was more masculine and muscular than females of most other species, he was pretty sure that even amongst their kind, very few boasted the amazon-esque build of this particular individual.

"Sit her down", the captain commanded with a brief nod towards the single chair across the bleak, metal table he himself was sitting at, a sturdy piece of furniture that had been bolted to the floor to prevent it from being used as an impromptu weapon.

"Yes sir!" one of the two soldiers replied before putting more pressure on the hyena's shoulder, trying to force her downward onto the chair, however to no avail "You heard the captain, sit DOWN!"

After another few seconds of struggling, the lion who had not spoken yet brought his baton down on the back of the hyena's knee with an enraged snarl, eliciting a muffled grunt from his captive as her leg buckled under her, finally breaking her resistance and allowing the two felines to force her down onto the chair, losing no time in securing the chain of her handcuffs to a metal ring in the floor behind its backrest, effectively restraining her in place.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense" captain Attah said with a growl, scrunching his nose in disgust as the hyena's scent wafted into his nostrils "Take that damn thing off her head already."

The soldier with the baton complied wordlessly, quickly undoing the buckle of the belt around her neck before roughly yanking the plastic bag upwards, not-so-unintentionally grazing her nose on the way.

For one brief moment, captain Attah had hoped that he had been wrong about their captive's identity, but that hope died the second the bag passed the bridge of the hyena's nose, giving him a clear view of her face which, despite having suffered some serious punishment in the form of several cuts, a bloody nose, broken lip and a nasty looking black eye that had swollen almost completely shut by now, was instantly recognizable.

"Aaah" she sighed theatrically before flashing the lion officer a wide grin that showed off an intimidating set of teeth, including more than a few broken ones, the damage being rather recent, judging by the amount of fresh crimson staining the pearly white.

The sight made the captain cringe.

"I was wondering when you'd get this fucking thing off me at last - but now that I'm looking at you, I'm starting to think they should have left in on."

That piece of impudence earned her another kiss from the truncheon, this time to the back of her head, with enough force to cause her to faceplant onto the surface of the table with a sickening crunch, groaning as the impact made her bite her tongue, one of her canines punching a hole clean through the muscle. In a matter of seconds she felt fresh blood fill her mouth, which she promptly used to hack a glob of crimson colored phlegm in the face of the lion officer.

"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT..." the younger of the two lions roared, roughly yanking her head up by the thick, mohawk-like mop of hair that was so characteristic for her species "HOW DARE YOU..."

"ENOUGH Private!" captain Attah bellowed, instantly shutting the younger feline up, though he did not release his grip on the hyena's headfur. It took all of the older lion's self-restraint to not maul the insolent creature before him to death with his bare paws for her disgusting insolence, but somehow he managed to keep his composure at least somewhat as he wiped the vile mixture of saliva and blood from his cheek with a handkerchief "That'll do - let her go."

"Yes...sir..." he replied through clenched teeth as he reluctantly complied, roughly unhanding his captive at last, snarling in annoyance when the bloodied hyena began cackling throatily in a way that made his fur stand on end.

"Yeah, that's right - get your dirty little paws off me, kittyboy" the spotted female jeered, her voice slightly slurred from the blunt force trauma to her head, which had, however, obviously not been able to knock the fight out of her "Better crawl back into your basket before you get yourself in trouble!"

"FUCKING LOW LIFE CACKLER, I'M GOING TO BEAT THAT GRIN RIGHT OUT OF YOUR..."

"PRIVATE!" the officer roared again as the younger soldier brought up his baton for another vicious blow, causing him to freeze in mid-swing, eyes wide with shock.

"I said enough! Now put away that baton and take a step back - that's an order."

"Yes...sir, apologies sir."

The young lion glared down at the hyena with a look of pure loathing for a few more seconds, but eventually resigned himself to the will of his superior, spitting on the floor in disgust as he stepped away from the bloodied female.

"Alright then" captain Attah started, rubbing the bridge of his broad, leonine nose in exasperation before turning his yellow eyes back to the hyena, trying hard to ignore the steady drip of blood from her mouth as he produced a pen and piece of paper from a drawer under the table "Any further insults or body fluids you want to rid yourself of, or can we start with the formalities already? I'm sure you're familiar with the process by now - isn't that so, Miss Tichaona?"

"Aww, you cats are such buzzkills - I was just beginning to have fun here" she replied, feigning disappointment as she made a face at her vis-à-vis, making the lion cringe inwardly as he got another good look at the damage to her teeth and tongue.

"I'll just take that as a yes then..." the officer continued, clearing his throat in an attempt to get rid of the lump that had formed in his throat from the unpleasant sight.

"You are Onyeka Tichaona, age twenty-six, daughter of Nkiraka Tichaona, the current stewardess of the southern hyena reservation, correct?"

"Matriarch" the hyena replied, rolling her eyes in annoyance, though doing so made her wince in obvious discomfort as the flesh around her left eyelid had become so swollen that she was almost completely unable to open it "My mother is no stewardess, she's the Matriarch of our clan, which has been interned in that puny sliver of land your kind likes to call 'reservation' for over half a century, you self-righteous bastard."

"Touched a nerve there, have I?" captain Attah remarked nonchalantly, silently thanking the gods that the hyena's fresh insult hadn't set off the two younger soldiers again, though he didn't let his relief show as he scribbled something onto the sheet of paper "But let's not get hung up on terminologies, shall we? After all, the hour is late and we both know that these kinds of discussions take forever and still change nothing in the end. I'm also going to forego listing your previous offences, because as I said, the hour is late and I don't want this to take any longer than it must."

He finished writing after a few moments of silence and, after gingerly closing and putting down the pen, turned his gaze back towards the creature sitting across from him, his face a stony mask devoid of any visible emotion as his yellow eyes fixed her green counterparts.

"What the fuck were you doing in a military zone in the middle of the night, Miss Tichaona?"

Onyeka weathered his gaze for several seconds before letting loose a short, throaty giggle, leaning forward as far as her restraints would allow - which was barely anything at all, but enough to get her point across.

"My oh my - look who's gone all 'no-nonsense' all of a sudden." she remarked with a sneer, showing no indications that she was willing to cooperate.

"Need I remind you that you are far from off the hook concerning your involvement in incident 3475 and that the mere fact that we let you walk out of here in one piece last time was a gesture of pure goodwill on our part? I would highly recommend you to be as cooperative as possible, for the sake of not only yourself, but also the rest of that filthy bunch of scavengers you call your clan." the officer said, his voice as cold as ice, hot even trying to hide his animosity towards her.

"So I ask you one more time - what were you doing out there?"

"Alright fine, I'll be good." Onyeka finally said with a sigh, though the slightly belligerent grin that was still plastered across her battered muzzle made the lion officer silently question her sudden change of mind, yet he refrained from stating as much as she continued.

"First of all: You letting me go last time was hardly a gesture of goodwill, but more of a matter of sheer necessity considering the fact that I was traceably not even in the country when that fucking oil spring exploded."

Attah's expression remained unperturbed, however to someone standing behind him, the way the tuft of dark fur at the tip of his tail was twitching erratically would have given away the annoyance behind the façade, which was rising by the second as words continued to pour from the accursed hyena's bloody mouth.

"Secondly: Had I been involved in incident 3475, you can bet your fluffy ass that there would have been far more to moan about than five lowly grease monkeys and a few gallons of your precious oil. And thirdly..."

"Miss Tichaona, I've had just about enough of your..." the officer interjected with a snarl, fur bristling as he began to rise from his chair, his anger rendering him unable to remain seated, but Onyeka would not let him have his say.

"And thirdly - I was just going to answer your question" she went on, grinning almost innocently, though the illusion was somewhat broken by the flash of broken, crimson covered teeth.

"The reason I am here right now is as follows" she paused for a second, drawing out the moment even further by clearing her throat theatrically "I was going for a nice moonlight stroll, minding my own business when suddenly, I smelled so much pussy in the air that I thought an all-new whorehouse had opened in the area, so naturally, my instincts compelled me to check it out. Imagine my disappointment when I had to find out that all these pussies were wearing uniforms instead of OOooff..."

This time, the soldier's nightstick achieved the effect that would have occurred much earlier in people not as thickheaded (both mentally and physically) as Onyeka Tichaona, causing the hyena's green eyes to roll back into her skull as her entire body went limp and fell forwards as far as her bound arms would allow, fresh blood matting down her unruly headfur in the area around where the hard rubber had hit, causing the skin to rupture.

The dull sound of the truncheon's impact was followed several seconds of almost eerie silence with three pairs of leonine eyes staring at the now lifeless body in varying degrees of shock, anger and satisfaction.

It was captain Attah who finally broke the silence, clearing his throat in an attempt to get rid of the taste of bile in his mouth, however when he finally spoke, his voice was calm and collected.

"Was that really necessary, private?" the older lion asked in the direction of his subordinate, who looked as if he was just now coming to realize what he had done.

"S-sir, I...I mean how could you let her say...I didn't mean to..." the younger lion stammered, his eyes darting between his baton, his commanding officer and the unconscious hyena in frantic succession.

"Can it!" Attah cut him off with a gesture of his hand "What is done is done and now we must make do. We will address your excessive use of force at another time, private. For now, you will get this...creature...out of my sight this instant. Bring her to a medic, let him patch up everything life-threatening and stick her in a cell for 'in-depth interrogation' - preferably before she wakes up to make things easier for all involved. Do you understand your orders, private?"

"Alone, sir?" the younger feline asked somewhat timidly, though he regained his composure quickly when his hesitation was met with an icy stare from the older officer "I mean, YES SIR!"

Captain Attah and the other lion, who had acted rather unobtrusive during the whole ordeal, watched in silence as their subordinate untied the still unconscious hyena from the chair, though her hands remained cuffed together behind her back, and, after a moment of contemplation, proceeded to heft her limp form over his shoulder, struggling visibly with her bulk despite his own, potent physique as he shuffled through the door.

"Second lieutenant, one moment!" the captain said when the other lion saluted him and attempted to follow his partner, stopping dead in his tracks at his superiors voice and raised hand.

"Sir?" he replied, inquisitively raising one eyebrow as he turned to look back at the older lion, who returned his gaze for a moment before once again rubbing the bridge of his nose while letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Why in the name of all seven hells did you have to do that to her? You know we can't keep the bloody Matriarch's only daughter detained for long - what do you think is going to happen if those bloody 'yeens see her like this?"

"But sir, she resisted arrest...rather violently, if I might add" second lieutenant interjected, whiskers twitching with visible discomfort, wincing slightly as captain Attah cut him off gruffly.

"In other news, the sky is blue - of course she resisted, but did you really have to knock her bloody teeth out damnit? There's no way we're going to be able to cover this up in time!"

"Sir, with all due respect - she broke Kira's arm and bit Ayo's finger off..." the younger lion replied, pausing briefly as he shuddered at the memory "...bit it CLEAN OFF before we managed to detain her! She's a bloody savage!"

Captain Attah let out another sigh, tail twitching agitatedly behind his back, yet he managed to calm his voice once again.

"Fine, whatever. You are familiar with Miss Tichaona's record, yes? Do we have any concrete evidence that she was involved in incident 3475, or do any of the other charges hold up?"

"Well, umm...not yet, I'm afraid...I mean there are hints that should not be neglected, but...sorry, sir...nothing concrete" the lower officer confessed, turning his leonine eyes to the floor as he found himself unable to meet his superior's gaze.

"No matter - we have at least six hours before the cacklers come knocking at our door wanting their princess back - I would strongly encourage you to get a confession out of her before that happens, second lieutenant..." captain Attah instructed, hesitating for a brief moment before adding with a sinister grin that showed a set of sharp teeth, yellowed by several years of tobacco use "Send for specialist Falana, if anyone can make this creature sing, it's her."

When Onyeka came to, it was a gradual, creeping process, more akin to a badly-synchronized machine powering up one system after another than what waking up usually felt like, with some senses coming back to her much faster than others, the first being scent.

The strongest smell that filled her nose was - unsurprisingly - the coppery aroma of blood, but she also smelled disinfectant, sweat, cold tobacco smoke and - also unsurprisingly - the omnipresent stench of lion that seemed to coat every inch of the entire complex like a blanket.

Taste came next, though she would have preferred if it hadn't, as the only flavor that filled her mouth was again the metallic tang of her own blood, strong enough to almost make her sick.

Her sense of hearing followed not far behind, though it did not do much to elucidate her current situation with the only auditory input in the room being the irregular, slightly rattling sound of her own breathing, which had a bit of a wheeze to it - likely due to one or more fractured ribs.

This assumption was further endorsed when her sense of touch - and with it her pain perception, much to the hyena's dismay - reported back with a vengeance. Onyeka couldn't hold back a groan as all the aches and pains in virtually every part of her battered body came crashing down on her like a tidal wave, making it strikingly obvious even to her still fogged-over mind just how bad they had fucked her up. She noticed with some dismay that she was still - or once again, it was impossible for her to tell - bound to a chair with her arms fixed behind the backrest, though this time it seemed as if her legs had been fixated as well, bereaving her of any kind of movement from the neck down. Her shoulders were aching terribly from being in such an unnatural position for so long, her face felt like it had been used as a punching bag and every rattling breath drove a sharp stab of pain through the left side of her torso, restricting her air intake to shallow, tentative gasps that did everything but help her clear her head faster.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the hitherto all-encompassing darkness slowly began to give way to light and not-so-light splotches, which gradually sharpened into more distinct shapes of varying color as the hyena's vision returned at a snail's pace.

"Finally awake, are we?"

The sudden sound made Onyeka wince and jerk her head in the direction of its origin somewhere to her left- a move she instantly regretted as the previously dull throbbing that emanated from the back of her head gave way to a sharp, stinging pain which momentarily robbed her of her vision again.

"Feeling a bit sore?" the voice was unambiguously female, with a hint of an accent Onyeka didn't recognize, and a spiteful, sneering undertone that did not augur well - as if that hadn't already been evident from the position she was currently in anyway.

"I was wondering whether I would have to give you a little push to help you back into the light. After all, time is of the essence here..."

The sound of heavy boots on concrete floor was heard as the speaker finally emerged from the shadows beyond the cone of light the single, low-hanging lamp above Onyeka's head offered, and when the hyena managed to focus her eyes - or rather, eye, considering that swelling of the left side of her face left her unable to open that eye more than a millimeter - she was not really surprised when he found herself in the company of a lioness in a form-fitting military uniform. The lioness was quite tall, probably even taller than Onyeka herself and though she was nowhere near as built as the hyena, she did appear quite formidable, as was to be expected from an active member of the military. She wore her headfur in a close-cropped bowl cut with chin-length bangs that framed her face, giving her an air of cold severity, which was further emphasized by the perpetual scowl she wore on her broad, feline muzzle.

"...but since you managed to wake up on your own, I guess I won't be needing this after all." the lioness remarked nonchalantly, tilting her head towards what appeared to be a bucket of water in her right hand before pulling up a chair of her own and placing it a few feet across from the bound hyena, though she did not sit down yet.

"I trust you know the reason you are here, Miss Tichaona?"

"No, but I could make an educated guess..." despite her aching ribs, Onyeka managed a chuckle, though it sounded a little more forced than she would have liked "Considering that I'm still shackled to a fucking chair I suppose that means you're not letting me go just yet, right? It also looks like you patched me up a bit - probably didn't like that a lot, huh? - so that means you want to at least keep me alive for a while, which I appreciate. However, I have to say that I feel a little miffed that they only sent one female to keep me company - makes me feel a bit unappreciated considering the fact that your males only let you do the menial work they are too important to do themsel..."

Her words caught in her throat as the lioness wordlessly flung the contents of her bucket into the hyena's face, the surge of ice cold water hitting her like a brick wall, causing the bound female to gasp and sputter, which in turn sent sharp stabs of pain through her ribcage from the convulsions.

"You talk too much" the lioness simply stated, her voice almost as cold as the water that was now dripping from Onyeka's chin and nose "But that might work in your favor later - if you tell me what I want to hear, that is."

She set the now empty bucket down with a clang before suddenly lurching forward, tightly gripping the hyena's bruised face in her hands while her muzzle hovered close enough from Onyeka's for her to smell her breath, which reeked of cigarette smoke and cinnamon, while her feline eyes bore into hers.

'Green eyes, just like mine...'

"Listen to me you filthy, insignificant vermin" the feline hissed, her voice barely more than a whisper, though practically dripping with animosity "I want to be in the same room with one of your kind just as little as you want to be in here with me, but you've been a very bad girl and my superiors want you to confess your crimes against our wonderful nation."

"Nation my ass...you're just a bunch of dicta...hnnNGGG!" Onyeka winced as the lioness tightened her grip on her head, sending a jolt of pain through her bruised skull.

"See, that's just the attitude that is going to get you into even more trouble than you probably realize you're already in. My name is Inga Falana, interrogation specialist of the royal leonine army and I do not boast when I say that to this day, I have made every single person sing the song I wanted to hear from them. And you, Onyeka Tichaona, won't be an exception."

Onyeka gasped as her tormentor finally released her death grip on her skull, leaving behind a throbbing pain that caused her vision to periodically blur at the edges.

"Now" Inga began after taking a few steps back from the bound hyena and pushing the chair she had prepared for herself away again "Since you have already clearly shown your refusal to cooperate, I guess we can skip the part where I ask you the same questions you have already heard from the officers a few hours ago and get to the enjoyable part - enjoyable for me, that is."

The lioness wore a complacent little smile on her lips as she walked past Onyeka, disappearing from her field of vision. The hyena counted ten footfalls before the sound of a door opening caused her rounded ears to perk, straining backwards to understand the muffled words that were being spoken outside the room to no avail. After a few seconds, the sound of Inga's boots on the concrete floor resumed, though this time it was accompanied by more, heavier footfalls.

"Alright gentlemen" the lioness said almost cheerfully after re-entering Onyeka's field of vision from the other side, looking past the bound hyena as those spoken to remained behind her back "Get our esteemed guest here out of her chair and bring her along to my office, if you would be so kind."

"Yes, ma'am!" two male voices answered in unison as their owners set themselves in motion, both of them appearing before Onyeka from either side, where they immediately started undoing the straps that fixed her legs to the chair. Unsurprisingly, both newcomers were young, male lions with short-cropped manes, as was customary in the military, which had the side-effect of making it difficult for outsiders to distinguish between individuals, though Onyeka was quite certain that these two were not the same lions that had brought her to the captain before.

As soon as the lion at her right leg had untied the last strap, the hyena thanked him by lashing out with the newly freed limb, catching the unsuspecting feline square across the muzzle with her foot, causing the young male to recoil with a startled, rather un-catlike yelp, holding his nose which instantly started bleeding, a fact that Onyeka noticed with a certain degree of satisfaction.

Her small victory was short-lived, however, as the second soldier answered her renewed offence with a fierce punch to the liver that made her see sunbursts behind her eyes and cry out in pain despite her best effort.

"Tsk tsk, you cacklers must really like being put in your place." Inga mused, pressing her hands to her hips as she observed the entire scene unfold from a few meters back "Even you must understand the futility of resisting us at this point - right now you're just making this harder for yourself."

Onyeka would have loved nothing more than to spit in the lioness' insufferably smug face, to punch her, kick her, to at least throw curses at her, but the impact of the soldier's fist had effectively knocked the fight out of her for the time being, leaving her muscles completely unresponsive to her brain's commands.

Further adding insult to injury, although her kick to the second lion's face had managed to draw blood, its overall effect turned out to be mostly superficial as the would-be victim was on his feet again in a matter of seconds, cursing the hyena under his breath as he and his partner finished detaching her bonds from the chair and hoisted her roughly to her feet without any resistance.

"What, no more kicking, biting - or at the very least a little insult?" Inga asked mockingly, briefly ruffling Onyeka's unruly headfur as she walked past her to lead the way "Don't tell me you've given up already? I was expecting more from someone with your...reputation."

"Go to hell...fucking whore..." the hyena managed to squeeze out between clenched teeth, her muscles still nonresponding as the two lion soldiers began more dragging than leading her after the interrogation specialist.

"There - that's the spirit. It's much more satisfying to break someone who still has some fight in them." the lioness remarked with a chuckle, rolling her shoulders to loosen the joints like one would do before engaging in some form of exercise as she led their small group down a bland, neon-lit hallway.

Onyeka tried to count the doors on either side in an attempt to be able to retrace her position later, though she knew it would not help her much, considering that she had been unconscious on the way to the room and thus had no idea of where in the base she really was, but one could never know.

What Inga Falana had referred to as her 'office' turned out to be yet another cell-like room at the end of a series of hallways, not unlike the one they had just come from. One thing that set it apart from the previous room, however, was the large, table-like contraption in the center, which somewhat resembled an operating table, though it lacked any kind of padding, but instead featured metal eyelets and bars in several different places that seemed to allow for the attachment of restraints.

"Lay her down on her back, spread-eagle!" the lioness commanded, gesturing towards the table with a flick of her head and the two soldiers immediately got to work.

One restrained Onyeka's arms while the other finally undid the accursed handcuffs that had held her wrists behind her back for so long. Sensing a chance to use her newfound freedom to her advantage, the hyena tried to wriggle free, only to let out a cry of anguish as a jolt of searing pain shot into her abused shoulder joints, rendering her once again unable to physically resist the lion males as they forced her down onto the table and secured her limbs in the requested position with thick leather straps.

"Very good, gentlemen, thank you for your assistance. I will take over from here - you may retire." the lioness said with a nod towards the pair of soldiers, who promptly saluted and left the room, both sweating from the ordeal of manhandling the uncooperative hyena.

"Well then, now that it's only the two of us, let us begin, shall we?" Inga asked with a smirk as soon as the two males had left the room, rummaging around in some sort of locker somewhere outside Onyeka's field of vision for a moment until she found what she was looking for and casually padded to the bound hyena's side, though she hid whatever item she had retrieved behind her back "Now, while I am quite sure that even an inferior vermin like yourself would have figured out what is going to happen next, I would nevertheless like to take a moment to explain some of the more intricate details of my work to you."

Onyeka's stomach clenched involuntarily when the lioness produced a standard issue combat knife from behind her back, turning the partially serrated blade in such a way that it reflected the light of the bright neon lamp above the table. Never losing the smirk on her face, Inga proceeded to lightly draw the point of the knife over the hyena's upper body, which was rising and falling in time with her now rapid breathing, tracing the curve of her collarbone, her firm, ample breasts and the lines of her flat, hard abdominals and finally, the slight bulge between her legs, upon which an involuntary shiver went through her entire body.

"Aww, what's the matter? Does this make nervous?" the lioness almost purred, letting the tip of her blade rest between Onyeka's legs for another moment before suddenly gripping the hem of her dirty tank top with her free hand, pulling it upwards roughly "Then how do you feel about this?"

The hyena's good eye clenched shut out of reflex as the other female brought the blade upwards, cutting through the fabric of her top, fully exposing her stomach and - since she was not wearing a bra - her breasts to the stuffy air of the cell. Both legs of her combat trousers were next, the thick fabric putting up only marginally more resistance to the sharpened steel, ultimately followed by her belt, which also yielded to a firm upwards yank of the serrated blade, leaving her completely exposed save for the black boxer briefs that thankfully still covered her most private areas.

"I have to say I could get used to that look of fear in your eyes..." the lioness mocked as she fully parted the strips of fabric that had been covering her captive's legs and torso, theatrically scrunching her nose in distaste when she was done "The smell on the other hand is something I'll never get used to - but oh well, I suppose you can't have everything."

"F-fuck you!" Onyeka managed to snarl between gasps, her breathing having become more and more shallow due to the pain of her broken ribs.

"So lippy! That mouth is going to get you in trouble someday." Inga remarked dryly, chidingly tapping the hyena on the nose with the flat of her knife as one might discipline a feral dog with a newspaper "But nevertheless - I have to confess something to you."

She paused for a moment, waving the knife in front of Onyeka's face for dramatic effect before continuing to speak with noticeable disappointment in her voice

"As much as I would enjoy further using this on you, my superiors have made it very clear that I am to refrain from using methods that would cause any...let's say permanent or visually apparent damage."

As if to emphasize her point, she dragged the cool metal across the hyena's muscular form one last time before finally placing the knife somewhere behind her.

"Naturally, that bereaves me of some of my favorite cooperativity enhancing methods..." she paused once again, sighing deeply with an almost dreamy expression on her sharp, feline features "Aah, there are so many wonderful ways to inflict pain with so little effort, especially when dealing with your rotten kind, you know? Sometimes I would start by simply declawing them, footpaws first, handpaws after, one claw at a time, always starting from left to right. One has to follow some kind of system or everything descends into chaos - wouldn't you agree? The great thing is, claws don't grow back, so in addition to the physical pain - which I do believe is quite severe - there is the additional psychological component that comes with the knowledge that you are irreplaceably losing a part of your body - not a vital part, of course, but still. Sometimes that alone is enough to make them sing like spotted, smelly little nightingales."

Onyeka watched in rapt, horrified silence as the lioness' face took on an expression of pure bliss as she continued going through numerous methods of torture with the same naturalness with which someone might recount their favorite lunch recipes, reveling in every gory detail.

"Teeth are also something most of you cacklers are really terrified of losing - I'm sure you can relate. You see, I believe that is because they are one of your species' finest assets - don't be surprised, I'm not above recognizing something good in your kind, even if I bear you filthy scavengers no love whatsoever. Yes, your jaws are a truly formidable weapon - even more so than our own, I'm not afraid to admit. That is why we used to muzzle you back when we still used you for labor, but I digress. The fact that your teeth are so formidable, however, also comes with them being quite hard - and thus rather painful for you - to forcibly extract from your jaws."

"Ah, but sometimes I just can't bring myself to ruin that obnoxious smile of yours - or endure your carrion breath for that matter. That's when the sharp objects come into play - a little cut here, a little stab there, there's virtually no limit to what you can do. The key is to keep the subject alive and conscious for as long as possible, which can be surprisingly hard if they are especially uncooperative. The ancient Chinese were true masters at this stuff - they could keep going for several days while effectively turning their victim into a pincushion! Chakra torture they called it, which is, however, just a fancy term for sticking pointy things where it hurts most without killing. But you see, all of that stuff can be used on anyone. Do you want to know what makes torturing you hyenas so special? Shall I tell you?"

"You're insane..." Onyeka growled through clenched teeth, but Inga Falana completely ignored her comment, instead proceeding to stare the now sweating hyena directly in the eye as her right hand suddenly moved to her crotch, roughly squeezing the bulge in her boxer briefs, making her wince.

"This thing! Given only your females are afflicted with this most disgusting of nature's caprices, but since males are pretty much worthless anyway in your fucked up society, that's fortunately not too much of a setback."

Onyeka squirmed in revulsion as the lioness crudely fondled her enlarged clitoris through the black fabric, manipulating the unique feature of hyena anatomy as one might grope the penis of a male which it so closely resembled, though the action brought no pleasure to the bound female.

"You know, I still can't wrap my head around how such an abomination could actually survive - let alone evolve to an at least somewhat civilized level. It just seems so very impractical in every way imaginable." she rambled on, briefly releasing her grip on the hyena's genitals only to pull down her underwear enough to reveal the thick tube of shiny, dark flesh, sitting above her fused labia, which almost resembled a scrotum due to the underlying fatty tissue, perfecting the illusion of male genitalia on a female individual.

"I mean - you even give birth through that thing!" the lioness exclaimed, giving Onyeka's clit one last, rough squeeze that made the hyena gasp before letting the waistband of her briefs snap back into place, mercifully covering her most private parts again, granting her at least a scrap of dignity "I'm told that it's a truly scarring experience - both physically and mentally - and that sometimes the mother doesn't even survive her first birth. It apparently becomes easier after the first child due to loss of sensation, but let me tell you, that hasn't stopped me from working true wonders with those disgusting things in the past - even with females who already had multiple litters under their belt."

"Heh, well look at me go..." Inga suddenly exclaimed with a short, dry laugh after a moment of silence, audibly clearing her throat before turning her eyes back to her hyena captive, the dreamy expression having vanished from her face.

"Unfortunately, I am not allowed to use any of that stuff on you - but don't worry, there are still several other ways for me to get what I want from you. So let's not waste any more time, shall we?"

Onyeka did not feel compelled to answer that question, though it seemed as if the - obviously insane - lioness wasn't really expecting an answer anyway as she walked back out of the hyena's sight briefly, only to return pushing what resembled the kind of roller container one would find in an office in front of her.

Despite craning her neck in order to get a better view, Onyeka did not figure out exactly what the other female was doing until she began attaching what appeared to be narrow, metal bracelets that were attached to wires to her wrists and ankles.

"Ah, I can see you figured out what is going to happen now" the lioness remarked with a grin as she noticed the realization wash over her captive's features like water from a cold shower "Good - that means I don't have to explain it and can rather get right to the fun part!"

The hyena's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly despite the pain of her broken ribs, good eye going wide as Inga Falana brought the generator to life with the flick of a switch, causing small arcs of electricity to erupt from the cattle prod in her right hand.

"Let's hear you scream, filthy little cackler!" she all but whispered, her feline features twisting into a sadistic grin as she lightly tapped the muscular female's right nipple with the crackling tip of the rod.

The effect was as instantaneous as it was devastating.

Within a split second, Onyeka's world exploded - every fiber from her right pectoral to the tip of her right pinky was on fire as the high-voltage, low amperage current blazed through her body, causing the affected muscles to contract and spasm violently, causing her entire body to convulse against her bonds, her mouth opened wide in a wordless scream of agony.

The madly grinning lioness kept the makeshift circuit closed for several seconds before finally pulling the cattle prod back from the hyena's breast, instantly canceling her violent convulsions.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" she asked with a flick of her hair, grinning down at the groaning, panting hyena "Such a huge impact with just so little effort - it's almost like a magic wand! Though I admit that starting with your tit was probably a little mean of me...here, let's try something less drastic next..."

Onyeka hardly hat time to catch her breath before the prod came down again, this time on her left hip, causing the current to flow through her leg, causing it to thrash against the bonds so violently she was almost sure the bones would break, which they fortunately didn't.

When the lioness finally lifted the prod again, she was sweating profusely. The scent of ozone and blood caused her nose to twitch and foam had formed at the corners of her mouth, giving her the appearance of a rabid animal.

"Alright, that was already quite good" her tormentor stated approvingly, as if commending a child upon its first time riding a bike "But a little too predictable for my tastes - I find it much more interesting when you can't tell from the start where the current is going to flow...like THIS!"

The target of her third assault was Onyeka's navel, and she watched with rapt attention as the hyena's entire lower body contorted for a moment before the electricity seemed to have decided that her right leg also needed some attention, the appendage breaking into a series of wild, painful spasms.

By the time she removed the prod once again, a wet puddle had formed between the hyena's quivering legs and the stench of urine filled the air, causing the lioness' features to contort into an expression somewhere between disgust and satisfaction.

Not a single question was asked as she continued.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Thousands of miles away, more than 400 meters above the daily bustle of the evening rush hour, Dr. Anton Askari let the dossier he had been studying for the past thirty minutes fall onto the polished mahogany surface of his desk with an audible thud, sighing in frustration as he lifted his round, wire-rimmed glasses to rub his tired eyes with the back of his hand.

The black-backed jackal futilely tried to fight back a yawn and looked at his watch, realizing incidentally that he had not slept for nearly thirty-six hours - a habit he was prone to fall into whenever he found himself at an impasse of some sort, which he was loathe to admit was the just the case right now. A fleeting glance into the cup on his desk revealed that, in addition to being out of ideas, the fifty-three year old scientist was also out of coffee, which served only to further sour his already somber mood.

He was not allowed to dwell on it, however, as the old fashioned intercom on the right side of his desk made itself known with a series of beeps and blinking lights.

"Yes, Tanja, what is it?" he asked into the device, making sure not to let his annoyance at the current situation resonate in his voice as he didn't want to frighten off his new secretary, a jumpy little squirrel femme fresh out of the academy who had yet to shed the nervousness that understandably came with being in charge of one of Helix Industries' top scientists' appointment calendar and front desk.

"Oh, umm, sorry to interrupt, Dr. Askari - i-if I'm interrupting, that is..." the squirrel's high-pitched, slightly shaky voice piped from the intercom, bringing a sympathetic smile to the jackal's muzzle "Mister Patrick - oh dear, I mean COMMANDER Patrick Scherer, sorry, is here for you. You wanted to speak to him at six thirty, but, well, I know it's only quarter past, but I thought that maybe - since you didn't have any appointments before - maybe you would want to see him early - and since he's already here I thought...sorry if that was dumb of me..."

"Tanja, relax." Dr. Askari replied as reassuringly as possible, cutting off her increasingly erratic torrent of words "Thank you, Tanja, everything is perfectly fine - you can send him up now, no problem."

"Oh, umm, of course, sir! I'll send him right in." came the young rodent's reply after a moment of slightly uneasy silence during which the older jackal could practically feel her blushing through the intercom, even without seeing her.

After a final, longing look at his empty coffee cup, Dr. Askari used the odd two minutes it would take his guest to ride the elevator up to his office to stand up from his chair and stretch his aching back with another yawn, causing his spine to pop gratifyingly in several places.

The smooth sound of the elevator doors opening made him turn his head, causing the ponytail of slowly graying headfur to swish through the air, coming to land on his right shoulder as he regarded the newcomer with an appreciative nod.

The figure that stepped from the elevator possessed quite an impressive appearance. Standing at almost 6 foot three inches and sporting some serious bulk that more than adequately filled out the black uniform of the Helix Industries armed forces, Patrick Scherer was among those people that commanded respect and admiration through their sheer presence alone. Two deep scars ran across his left cheek and temple, left behind by pieces of shrapnel from the same grenade that had taken off the larger part of his left ear, giving the Doberman a dangerous, battle-hardened look that added to the overall air of intimidation that seemed to surround him like a cloud of aftershave. Despite of his gruff exterior, however, Dr. Askari had found the ex-soldier and mercenary to be a rather pleasant, sometimes downright witty interlocutor, who possessed remarkable intellect and thoughtfulness one would not expect to find in someone with his CV.

"Patrick, good to see you!" the jackal scientist greeted the other canine, extending a long-fingered paw "I hope you are well - I heard you just got back from Canada this morning, right?"

"Likewise - I'm feeling great, thank you, sir." Patrick Scherer replied, grinning slightly as he shook the doctor's paw, making sure not to squeeze the older canine's fingers too hard "The eyes looking back at me from the bathroom mirror every morning still feel a bit strange, but I think I'm starting to like the color."

"Come on Patrick, we've been over the whole 'sir' thing - there's no need for that here." Dr. Askari remarked in mock admonition, though his grin made it clear that he bore the muscular canine no ill will "It's a good thing you're getting used to the eyes - I still feel quite bad about not having anticipated that particular...change to your physique."

"Like I said, don't worry about it - I'm sort of starting to like them. Maybe I could start calling them 'CHIMERA eyes' - sorta has a nice ring to it." the Doberman replied with a shrug, dwelling on the thought for a second before clearing his throat to continue "Anyway, Canada: The security job was pretty uneventful, fortunately. Half of the protesters didn't even show up at the convoy and those who did caused no trouble save for a few shouted insults and thrown vegetables."

"That's good to hear" Dr. Askari muttered appreciatively "And what about the other matter?"

"I knew you'd be more interested in that, Doc." Patrick said with a knowing grin that showed a set of perfectly white canines "I'm very happy to report that I not only got a chance to speak to our man, but I also managed to convince him to come here and at least have a look at the program. I think while the whole concept of genetic augmentation did bother him some, I managed to spark the big bear's interest more than a little."

"Fantastic!" the older jackal exclaimed gleefully, his delight at the good news managing to momentarily make him forget his earlier frustration "Mr Anawak was the candidate of choice by quite a margin - this, along with the green light for Miss Vasilyev's transfer from Russia last week is some great news indeed. I do hope the two of them will agree to the procedure - they would be perfect additions for the CHIMERA project."

"I'll definitely keep my fingers crossed - still feels a little lonely at the moment to be honest." the Doberman replied with a nod, crossing his arms in front of his massive pecs, something Dr Askari had realized he tended to do whenever he was deep in thought.

"Alas, that also reminds me of why I wanted to speak to you today." the head scientist sighed, unable to prevent some of his earlier frustration from creeping back into his voice as he took a seat, gesturing for Patrick to do the same.

"You see, including yourself, and given that both Mr Anawak and Miss Vasilyev agree to join our ranks and take well to the procedure, the CHIMERA project would sufficiently cover the areas of infiltration, heavy weapons and demolition, as well as general military strategy and tactics. While that is a good start, we are still sorely lacking expertise in several areas, most glaringly in the form of a capable combat engineer."

Dr Askari waved his right hand over the multitude of folders and files that lay scattered across his desk before continuing, briefly taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

"I have been poring over the dossiers of several potential candidates for this role for days, but even though we have already extended our search beyond the military to some more...questionable environments, we simply cannot come up with a candidate who at the same time possesses the necessary qualifications and is of a compatible species - it's extremely frustrating to say the least. This one here for example - one 'Stefano Donati' from the Italian Pionieri - highly decorated soldier, extremely skillful and competent, practically a perfect candidate - the only problem: He's a zebrule."

"A zebra/mule hybrid? But I thought equines were theoretically compatible with the procedure?" Patrick interrupted, looking confused.

"Theoretically, yes" the older jackal replied, throwing his arms upwards in exasperation "We have performed in vitro experiments with cells from horses, zebras, donkeys and mules, which all looked at least somewhat promising, yes. But apparently, once you mix the species, something changes in the way the cells react to the mutagen and the whole thing blows up in your face."

"Sounds unfortunate..." the Doberman commented, crossing his arms in front of his chest once more as he leaned back in his chair "And all the other candidates are unsuitable?"

"Mostly yes." the doctor replied dryly "Some are too old, others lack the level of expertise we require, yet others are of a...let's call it _questionable_moral background. That is the reason I wanted to talk to you. I was hoping that, with your rich military and para-military background you might perhaps know somebody - or of somebody - with the necessary qualifications who has so far fallen through our net."

"Hmm..." Patrick ran one of his large hands over the back of his head as he thought hard for several moments "A combat engineer you say...let's see...As a matter of fact, I might just know someone."

"You do?" Dr Askari asked, sounding almost shocked, his large, pointed ears perking "Do tell!"

"Well, I don't know what you'd think of her moral background..." the Doberman remarked with a bemused grin "And she can definitely be quite a handful at times, though she's definitely one of the most skilled engineers I've ever seen - and a damn good pilot, too."

"Patrick, it's been a long day - and I would greatly appreciate if you would refrain from keeping me on the tenterhooks any longer!" the jackal scientist grumbled, his black and tan tail swishing behind him in agitation.

"Say, Doc - are hyenas compatible with the procedure?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"That's it, now take a few deep breaths...in and out again"

Inga Falana's voice was soft, almost caring as she set down the watering can on the floor before pulling the soaked cloth from Onyeka's face, watching intently as the violent convulsions the simulated sensation of drowning had caused in the hyena's body slowly subsided, leaving her shaking and gasping for air, the muscles in her jaw fighting against the leather straps of the muzzle they had placed on her - a preemptive measure after she had managed to bite one of the guards.

"That time looked especially unpleasant..." the lioness crooned, gently picking a strand of wet hair from the panting female's eyes as she sat down on the inclined table next to her head"Just tell me what I want to know and we'll never have to do this again, sweetie - I promise."

"Go...go to hell...fucking bitch!" Onyeka managed to growl between heavy gasps and coughing episodes, the leather muzzle drastically limiting how far she could open her mouth, reducing her speech to a mumble. The oxygen deprivation made her head swim and her vision hazy, causing the face of her tormentor to repeatedly swim in and out of focus before her.

"Bad girl!" Inga chided, flicking the hyena's nose painfully with a clawed finger, making the larger female wince and yelp in surprise before she got up from the table again, groaning with relish as she stretched her back in a very cat-like fashion.

"Miss Tichaona, you frustrate me - though I also have to admit that I do admire your resilience." the feline interrogator sighed as she paced back and forth along the long side of the table "We've been at this for more than two weeks, but still you refuse to cooperate. Admittedly, I am still - to my sincere regret - not permitted to use some of my more...invasive techniques on you, but still, most others would have given up their deepest secrets to me by now."

"Guess...guess I'm not like most...most others then..." Onyeka gasped, trying to force a spiteful cackle through the muzzle, though she only succeeded in inducing another fit of coughs.

The lioness watched her muscular body writhe in her bonds with a sense of sadistic joy, when her eyes suddenly caught something that caused her to stop her pacing as her broad muzzle to split into a malicious grin.

"My oh my, what have we here?" she gloated after waiting for the coughing fit to pass "Could it be that you are actually enjoying yourself here?"

The hyena shot her a confused glare, which turned into a look of worried realization as she followed the lioness' eyes down her naked torso to her crotch where, much to her horror, a rather prominent bulge was showing, obscenely tenting her tattered underwear outwards.

She wanted to protest as clawed fingers hooked under the elastic band of her boxer briefs and unceremoniously yanked them down, the dark flesh of her unique genitals jutting outwards from her body now that it was freed from its cotton prison, almost seven inches long and as nearly as hard as a male erection, but yet another coughing fit prevented her from doing so, instead causing the dark flesh of her enlarged clitoris to jiggle and throb obscenely with the convulsions of her body.

Inga Falana eyed the distinctive appendage with hard to define expression that ranged somewhere between revulsion, amusement and typical feline curiosity for a moment before a malicious grin crept across her lips once again as she roughly gripped the turgid tube of flesh near the base with one hand, eliciting a breathless groan from the hyena.

"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" she growled, tentatively squeezing and fondling the most intimate part of her victim's anatomy, making her squirm in a cruel mix of discomfort, shame and - though she was loathe to admit it - something that resembled pleasure "Here I am, working my ass off to get you to finally spill the beans and tell me what I want to hear and all of this time you've secretly been loving every minute of it - you filthy, low-life, disgusting creature!"

The lioness emphasized every single one of her last words with a crude tug on the hyena's huge clit, causing her to groan and writhe against her bonds in discomfort.

Onyeka wanted to scream, to protest, to kick, to bite the fucking pussycat's face off. She wanted to explain that what she was experiencing had nothing to do with the kind of perverse pleasure the accursed lioness was accusing her of, but nothing more than her body's physical reaction to the oxygen deprivation caused by the asphyxiation, but the only things that came out of her mouth were incoherent gasps and moans as she was violated by the other female's groping, squeezing hand. She derived no true pleasure from the act - quite the opposite in fact - yet despite the revulsion she realized in horror that her body was starting to react to the crude ministrations, having been deprived of any form of pleasure for so long.

"You like this, huh? This is what you wanted all along, isn't it? Don't deny it, you filthy, degenerate scavenger - I've got the evidence right _here_in my hand!" Inga spat as she squeezed the base of the throbbing erection with one hand while roughly stroking along the length with the other in the same fashion she would have masturbated a male with little regard - whether deliberately or not was up for debate - for the fact that she was dramatically overstimulating the hyena's flesh, which was much more sensitive than a typical male's penis would have been.

"P-please...s-stop NNHHH...stop i-it...I d-don't want this UhhNNg..." Onyeka begged through clenched teeth, trying in vain to wiggle away from the lioness' cruel hands, the discomfort of the clumsy handjob having long supplanted what little pleasure the feline's touch might have given her, yet despite everything her flesh remained as hard as ever.

"Aww, but I think you do!" Inga Falana replied with a mocking grin, giving the dark flesh an especially rough squeeze that made the hyena cry out and arch her back "But you're right - maybe I've been going at this the wrong way. After all, you are female - hard as that may be to believe most of the time - so maybe it's time I started treating you like one..."

Onyeka's renewed protests caught in her throat as the lioness unceremoniously jammed her index finger into the opening of her swollen clit, the forcefulness of the action knocking the wind from her as if she had been kicked in the groin.

In a normal mating situation, penetration by the male would have been impossible in the hyena's current condition - a trait of her kind which had evolved over time in order to give the female full control over the coupling. Only when the female would consent by actively deflating her unique anatomy, a feat which took some practice and conscious effort, would the male be able to accomplish actual penetration.

None of that mattered here, however, as Inga's probing digit, which was much thinner and at the same time more unyielding than a male's penis, simply plowed past the hyena's resistance as the lioness jammed it into Onyeka's clamping, twitching passage.

"Damn, you are one tight bitch!" she exclaimed with a sneer, tentatively wiggling her finger around inside the hyena's opening, reveling in the way her whole body would twitch as the hot tunnel of flesh gripped her digit like a vise "How on earth can you ever fuck anyone who doesn't have a fucking pencil for a dick? Here, let me loosen you up a bit - maybe you'll thank me for it next time you let some mangy cackler fuck you!"

Despite her most valiant efforts, Onyeka could not stop herself from crying out as her tormentor began vigorously pistoning in and out of her tunnel, continuously flexing and bending the digit while using her other hand to shove the meaty tube up against the probing finger in an effort to penetrate even deeper, causing the turgid flesh to bunch up against her knuckles. During a normal mating, a similar kind of bunching up would occur whenever the male fully hilted himself, which was actually quite a pleasurable sensation for both parties, but again, during that process the female would be flaccid - as it was now, the hyena had to endure what was probably best compared to what a male would experience if he were to repeatedly bend his fully erect penis.

Taking notice of the hyena's increasingly distressed vocalizations with more than a little contentment, Inga Falana kept going for several more minutes, gradually increasing the speed and force of her thrusts until Onyeka let out a particularly satisfying cry, her muscular body jerking against her bonds violently enough to lift her entire back off the table before the lioness finally decided to have mercy, dispassionately removing her finger from the most intimate part of her victim's body.

"Wow, that looked as if it really hurt..." she exclaimed in mock sympathy, curiously regarding her finger, which was glistening with the clear moisture of the hyena's fluids, along with some streaks of crimson from where she had damaged the sensitive tissue.

"You know, until now, every single one of you filthy creatures I did this to eventually opened up for me - some quicker than others, of course, but nevertheless, they all did in the end. You, however, insist on defying me with every fiber of your body even though you know you're only making things worse for yourself by doing so...It's infuriating, but also strangely satisfying - makes me feel positively giddy inside whenever I think of the moment I finally break you - and believe me, break you I will..."

Inga's otherwise so stern face took on an almost dreamy expression as she spoke, a disquieting smile playing across her lips as she smeared her soiled finger across the tip of Onyeka's nose, filling her nostrils with the smell of her own juices.

"You...you've got problems...you crazy c-cunt! M-might want to see a...a doctor 'bout t-that some time!" the hyena growled feebly through clenched teeth, the mixture of the earlier oxygen deprivation, the lingering pain in her abused nethers and the humiliation at her tormentor's fingertip making her feel sick to her stomach.

"Do I?" the lioness' voice cut like a knife, the blissful expression she had worn vanishing from her face as if somebody had ripped away a mask, making way for a look so cold it sent an involuntary shiver down Onyeka's spine.

"I think you should be a little more concerned about your own problems - the first and foremost being myself!" she snarled, baring her teeth at the hyena as her hand disappeared from view for a moment as she reached for something unseen next to the table, only to resurface holding a cylindrical metal object with a thicker, bulbous tip and a cord that connected the whole thing to the box-shaped generator she had come to know so well over the past weeks.

"You know, I was going to stick to water today" Inga Falana stated in a matter-of-fact kind of tone that stood in stark contrast to her angry outburst mere seconds before as she weighed the metal rod in her hand idly "But after seeing just how...tense...you seem to be, I believe you might appreciate a little something to help you loosen up."

The shocked hyena was given no time to think about, let alone brace herself for what came next as the rod was unceremoniously thrust under her tail, taking her completely by surprise as the cold, unyielding metal brutally plowing through any sort of resistance her muscles might have put up.

Despite the fact that Onyeka was certainly no stranger to anal play - it was not her preferred kind of intercourse, but she had definitely enjoyed experimenting with some of the guys she had dated during the time she went to college abroad - and even though the bulbous head of the metal rod wasn't too girthy at around two inches at its widest point, the abruptness of the penetration, coupled with the complete lack of any kind of lubrication or preparation was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

"There we go - maybe using the back door will be more up your alley than that disgusting thing you call a pussy." the lioness jeered as she wedged the rod deeper into the Onyeka's unwilling anus until she was sure that it would stay there.

After briefly admiring her handiwork for a moment, licking her lips in perverse delight at the way the hyena's quivering anal muscles made the electrode jump, Inga gingerly flipped the switch on the generator, the device coming to life with a hum.

"Enjoy!"

The sensation was worse than anything Onyeka had experienced before. During the last seventeen days, the accursed lioness had introduced almost every inch of her body to the merciless touch of the shock rod from her clavicle to the soles of her feet, sparing only two areas from the agonizing burn of the electrical current: Her head was an obvious choice due to the potentially lethal consequences of sending shocks directly into the brain - she did need her alive and mentally capable after all. For reasons unknown, however, something that came as quite a surprise to the hyena, considering that her tormentor seemed to never get tired of making her aversion to the anatomy of her kind known, taking every opportunity to mock and point out the flaws she believed came with the unique appendage, was the fact that, apart from the brief groping on the very first day, the lioness had all but completely ignored everything that was had been covered by her now discarded boxer briefs.

Unfortunately, however, if the metal rod that was currently lodged in her rectum, dispensing its electric payload directly into her bowels was any sort of indication, that grace period had finally come to an end. The overall experience was not that different from when the cattle prod was applied to the outside of her belly - definitely no less painful as the current made her muscles cramp and twitch in a frenzied dance of agony, causing her body to bend and writhe against her bonds hard enough to make her joints pop. What made it so much worse, however, was the sheer depravity of the act, the mental stress that came with this violation of the last bit of dignity.

Yet Inga Falana was far from done.

She had just cut the power, savoring the way Onyeka's body would twitch once, twice, maybe thrice more before going completely limp as she granted the hyena some temporary relief when something caught her eye that caused her broad muzzle to split into a sinister grin.

"Well well well" the lioness chuckled as she reached into a tray next to the generator and, after a brief moment of searching, produced a second electrode, similar in shape to the one currently wedged between the hyena's muscular ass cheeks, except this one was longer and not quite as thick "Seems like that little treatment caused you to finally loosen up a little - just in time for what I have in store for you!"

Onyeka didn't understand what she was talking about at first, her mind still somewhat clouded from the last ordeal, but it didn't take long for realization to hit her with the force of a truck.

"N-no...p-please don't" she stammered in vain through the leather muzzle, her words turning into a strangled gasp as Inga roughly grabbed hold of her enlarged clit, which had deflated considerably after the past electrocution, allowing the lioness to jam the thinner electrode in all the way to the hilt, the hyena's strong, vaginal muscles gripping it tightly as they involuntarily clamped down on the cool intruder.

"Look at you - all holes plugged up. Now we can finally have some _real_fun!" the feline crooned, cackling almost ecstatically as she connected the final cable to the generator and let her finger hover teasingly above the switch.

"No, p-please...I don't hnnNNGGG!"

Starbursts exploded behind Onyeka's eyes as the electrodes in both her holes sprung to life one after the other, alternatively sending the searing heat of hundreds of volts directly into her nethers. She could hear her joints pop and crack as she lost all control over her muscles, her body twitching and convulsing in a frenzied dance of agony as her tormentor looked on with a manic grin on her feline features.

When the power was shut off at last, she had all but reached her breaking point. All the vows she had made to herself to never break, to defy the hated lioness until her last breath seemed to pale at the prospect of suffering even a second more of what she had just experienced, and as she fought to regain control over her breathing she was willing to say any words they put in her mouth.

What ultimately kept her from doing so was probably one of the very last things she would have expected.

Hovering in front of her face, framed by curls of sand colored fur mere inches from the tip of her nose were the lips of a very naked and very wet, leonine pussy.

"Wh-what?" Onyeka stammered, the tangy, unmistakable scent of the lioness' arousal causing her nostrils to flare as it overpowered her senses.

"Listen to me, bitch!" Inga growled down at the hyena as she straddled her face between her shapely thighs, inching her vulva closer to her nose until she felt the hyena's breath on her moist lips, making her shudder slightly "If you don't want me to zap your mutated crotch into oblivion and back you're going to start licking - and if you're good enough I might even let you off easy today."

"B-but...how...why...?" the hyena slurred, the sheer force of the lioness' scent making her head swim almost as much as the waterboarding had earlier.

"NOW!" the dominant female roared, sending a short jolt of electricity through the rods in both of Onyeka's holes by turning a knob on what appeared to be a small remote she was holding in her hand, causing the hyena's body to lurch forward between her legs.

"Last warning, now get to work, slut!"

Mortified at the prospect of more electrocution, Onyeka struggled to stick her tongue out the best she could between the leather straps of the muzzle that had been fixed to her head, a shiver running down her spine all the way from her head to the tip of her tail as her flexible muscle touched the feline's heated folds, tasting the bittersweet tang of her juices for the first time.

"C'mon, more! Deeper!" Inga demanded with a snarl as she suddenly slid even farther forward, crushing her labia against the hyena's muzzle with fierce strength.

Onyeka struggled to comply, screwing her eyes shut as she attacked the lioness' dripping folds with her tongue while the dominant female ground her clit against the pad of her nose almost painfully, the scent of her arousal overpowering everything else as she rode her face with wild abandon, snarling and mewling like a feral cat in heat.

"Yes YES! That's it!" she shrieked in pure bliss at the hyena stepped up her tongue game, despite the muzzle considerably limiting her range of motion "But I know you can still do better! All you need is a little...spur!"

A flick of the lioness' thumb across the control knob brought the electrodes to life once again, causing Onyeka to give a startled yelp, momentarily ceasing her tongue's ministrations. Unlike the agonizing intensity of the previous shocks, however, the power setting Inga had chosen this time was much more tolerable for the hyena, causing more of a tingling, twitching sensation rather than outright pain.

Had the situation been a different one, the experience could have almost been described as pleasant.

"You like that, huh?" the lioness asked exultingly, the subtle, pleasured gasp that had followed Onyeka's initial scare not going by unnoticed "Well, then I suggest you show me some fucking gratitude by getting back to work already, slut - or maybe you'd rather have me turn up the power again?"

The hyena's eyes went wide as Inga let her thumb brush over the control knob ever so lightly to prove her point, the hellish machine responding instantly, raising the intensity of the formerly pleasant tingle to a point where it was almost unbearable until she finally gave in and resumed her tonguework with renewed vigor, noisily lapping at the lioness' dripping pussy the best she could.

"Yesssss, good...Aaahh...good girl!" the triumphant feline squealed as Onyeka really went to town between her legs, lowering the intensity of the electric shocks back to a more pleasurable level as the desperate tongue lashing coaxed her closer and closer to her peak, the knowledge that she had successfully forced her will on the stubborn hyena feeling almost as good as the tongue itself.

Onyeka could feel the muscles in both her neck and her jaws beginning to cramp up due to the constant struggle against the leather muzzle and the ever increasing pressure of the lioness' crotch against her face, but she tried to ignore both the best she could as she redoubled her efforts, trying desperately to make her tormentor climax, in which she saw her only chance for at least some relief.

Despite the pain and mental stress of having all of this forced onto her, however, the constant stimulation of her own sex was beginning to have an effect on the hyena, causing her hips to buck into the air occasionally in her body's subconscious attempt to derive more pleasure from the violating metal rods.

'No...I'm not going to cum from this...I won't let her have that victory...' Onyeka thought desperately to herself as she frantically attacked Inga Falana's pussy, eliciting shriek after shriek of pure bliss from the lioness

'My body is my own...I won't let her control it...I...I...'

Her train of thought was cut short when the lioness suddenly let out an almost primal roar, throwing her hips forward hard enough to completely engulf the first inch of the hyena's muzzle in her quivering nether lips, the sudden pressure causing the back of her head to slam painfully against the table as she came. Hard.

The force of the impact to the still healing laceration made Onyeka's vision go white for a moment, leaving her unable to close her eyes in time for the veritable torrent of fluid that erupted from Inga's slit, all but soaking her entire face as the ecstatic feline rode out her lengthy orgasm, cursing and mewling between shrieks of pure, primal rapture.

By the time she came down from her orgasmic high, she noted with a queer sense of amusement that the hyena's face was almost as wet as it had been directly after the waterboarding earlier.

"Whew..." the lioness exclaimed breathlessly as she climbed off the bound female's face, her legs still slightly shaky from her massive climax "That was surprisingly good for a lowly cackler...And would you look at that - seems like you actually enjoyed eating my pussy. Who would have thought..."

Onyeka didn't understand at first, squinting a puzzled look at the, apparently amused, feline, who directed her attention downwards to her crotch and stomach, both of which were glistening with the wetness of the hyena's own, hardly less fruitful climax.

"Wha-what...?" she stammered, staring dumbfounded at the mess she had made, trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

"Hah! Looks like the mighty matriarch's daughter is just a little slut who loves being put in her place by her rightful mistress!" Inga taunted as she gathered her discarded panties and trousers from the floor and pulled them up over her still moist legs and crotch.

"I think I'll leave it at that for today..." she remarked as she went on to unceremoniously remove the electrodes from Onyeka's ass and pussy, eliciting a weak gasp from the hyena as the bulbous heads of the metal rods came free with a audible pops "We've both learned something rather interesting about yourself, Miss Tichaona - I'll let you dwell on that for a while."

Onyeka hardly heard the lioness' words as she lay on the table, taking shallow, labored breaths, each of which filled her lungs with the sweet, musky scent of her tormentor's arousal as her mind raced.

Dominant behavior between females was an integral part of hyena society, and though the establishing of said dominance through sexual subjugation was no longer exercised, it had been common practice for nearly a hundred generations, thus becoming deeply engrained in their cultural memory. Because of this, and likely unbeknownst to Inga Falana, while that which had just transpired between her and Onyeka had been a welcome opportunity to both vent some pent-up frustration and fuel her ego by asserting dominance over her stubborn captive, the significance of the entire ordeal went much deeper for the hyena.

Though it still carried a bitter aftertaste, she could dismiss the fact that the accursed lioness had forced her to pleasure her as an act of pure self-preservation in the face of severe physical distress, but through deriving apparently enough pleasure from such indignity to climax herself, the proud hyena warrioress had suffered a defeat on both a physical and mental level that would take a while to work through.

For the first time since she had been captured - save for that one time where she had been out cold, of course - Onyeka did not resist when two male guards untied her from the table, nor did she try to break herself loose as they escorted her back to her cell, snickering and taunting her for the way the lioness's scent almost masked her own.

In the solitude of her cell she vowed to herself that she would resume the fight tomorrow, that she would not give in to her tormentor's will no matter what she threw at her, that she would prefer death to surrender.

But today, the lioness had won.

It was a sobering thought that stayed with her as she slowly drifted into an exhausted sleep.