{"sf1_id":1128,"sf2_id":"Vm2RqEGm","title":"The Tables Turned: Part 3","author":"TarantuLady","words":1323,"posted_at":"2003-10-25T18:19:00.000Z","tags":["Feline","Lion","Panther","Plot Development","Tiger","Weasel"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1128-the-tables-turned-part-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Vm2RqEGm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e0/4d/e04d9935-3f23-4bae-b7cf-c3882873d99f","description":"#3 of The Tables Turned","content":"  \n  \nThe Tables Turned: Part 3_The following story contains swearing and anthroporphism (furries). If you don't like it, get out! If you are not of a legal age to view it, follow the person who just left ;) By reading this, you automatically agree to take responsibility for your own actions. Enjoy._\n\n# The Tables Turned: Part 3\n  \n\n ![NC-17panda.GIF](%5C)\n  \n\n\u003e The dirt chamber is a white room; white floor tiles, white tiled walls, white  \n\u003e ceiling. Any speck of dust, any granule of dirt, would stand out easily in contrast to the  \n\u003e bright white of the room.  \n\u003e   \n\u003e   \n\u003e There is a bench along the back wall, as one enters the room. It is white porcelain  \n\u003e and resembles a church pew in that it would be an uncomfortable place to sit for any  \n\u003e extended period of time.  \n\u003e   \n\u003e   \n\u003e To the left of the bench there is a pair of racks, one that holds several large white  \n\u003e towels, the other would be for clothing but it is empty.  \n\u003e   \n\u003e   \n\u003e Upon further inspection, one would see that what appears to be the back of the  \n\u003e room is only a dividing wall. To the right of the bench, there is a small corridor that leads  \n\u003e to the other half of the dirt chamber.  \n\u003e   \n\u003e \n\u003e \u0026nbsp;  \n\u003e It is in this room that our story continues...  \n\n* * *\n\nThe door to the dirt chamber was flung open as a smiling (beaming) Jim escorted  \nthe shrieking weasel into the room. He put the weasel on the bench, turned, and pressed a  \nbutton on a callbox near the door.   \n  \nLee flopped off the bench and hit the floor, scrambling to his feet. He saw the  \nopened door beside the tiger and made a leap for the exit.   \n  \nThere was a beep from the callbox, followed by an unmistakably male voice,  \n\"Yeah?\"  \n\"Ben?\" the tiger asked. \"Yeees?\" Ben answered, expectantly. The muscular lion  \nhad been playing cards with Cal when the van had pulled in. There had been a bit of a  \nruckus downstairs, which could only mean one thing... fun.   \n  \nLee gasped as the tiger engulfed his face with a massive paw, pushing him back  \ninto the room. The door shut and clicked. Lee landed on the bench again, roughly. He  \nglared at the tiger silently.  \n  \nBen leaned in with an ear to the speaker. He listened to the hissing gasp, followed  \nby Jim's voice, \"You really can't do that. Now, just stay there while I page Ben like  \nLydia said.\" Ben shook his head a bit, smiling. Jim wasn't the smartest of the group, but  \nhe was a good guy. Still, he'd obviously forgotten to lock the door in the... Ben stepped  \nback and looked at the display... in the dirt chamber. He smiled widely.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Ben, are you still there?\" Jim's voice again. \"Still here, Pal\". Jim was obviously  \nexcited about tonight's guest. \"Well, what are you waiting for? Grab Cal and come down  \nhere!\" He hung up and turned back towards Lee.  \n  \n\"What's your name again?\" Jim asked the narrow-eyed weasel. \"What the fuck is  \nit to you?\" the weasel spat the words at him. He shrugged. \"I dunno, Man. Just asking I  \nguess.\"   \n  \n\"Lee\" the weasel made it a point to show all of his teeth as he said this. \"Well,  \nLee\" the tiger continued, never missing a beat \"you really fucked up, Man. I mean, you  \nreally got Mistress Lydia pissed off.\" He stared into space for a second \"I wonder what  \nshe's gonna do t-\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, well I guess the little bitch makes it her business to go fooling guys like  \nme into thinking she's all fucking innocent.\" Jim was taken aback by the weasel's  \nstatement. \"Lydia just wanted to dance. You tried to hurt her.\"  \n  \n\"No shit, you fucking moron. And wipe that shit eating grin off your face, or I'll  \nscratch it off for you.\" Lee remained on the bench, despite his threat. \"She was fucking  \nbegging for it anyway, the little cunt. Should've just sliced her and took her purse.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suddenly, Lee was pinned against the wall, the massive tiger's paw pressing the  \nair out of his lungs. Jim lowered his face into the weasel's and stared directly into his  \nyellow eyes. Jim wasn't smiling anymore. \"Don't you ever, ever\" he accentuated each  \nword by pressing his paw harder into the weasel's aching chest \"EVER talk about Lydia  \nlike that.\" He let Lee slip back down to the bench, gasping for air. \"Ever\", he growled  \nsoftly, standing back.  \n  \nLee nodded compliantly, hugging his chest and forcing gulps of air into his  \nburning lungs. The scowl on his face had been replaced by a look of fear, for the time  \nbeing.  \n  \nThere was a knock at the door and Jim turned to open it. The other tiger, Todd,  \nstepped in. Jim shut the door behind him and turned to face Todd, the anger on his face  \nalready wiped away as if forgotten.  \n  \nTodd smiled and held up a collar. It was silver surrounded by black leather. There  \nwas a small panel on it with a keyhole. Jim answered his smile with a huge grin and they  \nboth turned to Lee, who was back to giving dirty looks.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Todd opened the collar and started towards Lee, who backed down the length of  \nthe bench and hit the wall. Jim grabbed him and held him still while Todd closed the  \ncollar around the weasel's neck.  \n  \nTodd slipped a key into the collar and held it until there was a beep. He then  \nremoved the key and placed it in the pocket of his tight jeans. He was still without a shirt.  \n\"Now, don't you mess with that collar\" Jim said, placing Lee back on the bench.  \n\"Mistress Lydia will explain how it works, but just trust me that you don't want to mess  \nwith it. You could get hurt.\"  \n  \nLee could tell the tiger wasn't lying. He sat on the bench with a look of dismay  \ncreeping into his eyes. There was another knock and two more big furs stepped into the  \nroom. Lydia liked them big.  \n  \nBen and Cal looked the weasel over, wondering why he looked so genuinely  \npissed. Ben rubbed his paws together unconsciously; this was going to be good.  \nLee tried to meet the gaze of the lion and the panther. They were looking at him  \nlike he was a fucking sandwich and they hadn't eaten in a while. He kept his trap shut  \nand tried not to look scared.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The lion spoke first, \"So, what's the story with this guy?\" \"Yeah\" the panther  \nchimed in, reaching out with a paw to indicate Lee's tiny form.   \n  \nJim ignored them at first. Turning to Lee, he pointed at the lion and said, \"This is  \nBen.\" Motioning to the panther, he said, \"This is Calvin.\" The panther cleared his throat  \nand narrowed his eyes at Jim. \"Heh, I mean Cal. He doesn't like when I cal him Calvin.\"  \nCal rolled his eyes.  \n  \n\"And this is Lee\" he said to Ben and Cal. \"That was beautiful, Jim, but why the  \nhell is he here. Jim raised an eyebrow at Cal. \"Well, he's dirty.\" Cal raised two paws to  \nthe sky in exasperation and let the drop. Ben chuckled goodheartedly and slapped Cal on  \nhis massive black-furred shoulder, \"Well, you asked.\" The all laughed, including Jim  \nwho obviously didn't know what he was laughing about but enjoyed himself anyway.  \n  \nTodd addressed the two newcomers in a more serious tone, \"Mistress Lydia will  \nfill you guys in when she gets here. For now we gotta hang tight.\"   \n  \n\"I dunno, Man\" Ben said, \"Lee here looks like he might be in a hurry.\" They all  \nlaughed again as Lee cringed inwardly at the thought of Lydia.\n\nTo be continued some more, eventually... I promise!!  \nEmail[DeeCat](%5C)\n\n[Back To TarantuLady's](%5C)\n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Tables Turned","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/708-the-tables-turned-part-two.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1160-the-tables-turned-part-four.json"}}