# The Tables Turned: Part 3 Author: TarantuLady Tags: Feline, Lion, Panther, Plot Development, Tiger, Weasel #3 of The Tables Turned The 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._ # The Tables Turned: Part 3 ![NC-17panda.GIF](%5C) > The dirt chamber is a white room; white floor tiles, white tiled walls, white > ceiling. Any speck of dust, any granule of dirt, would stand out easily in contrast to the > bright white of the room. > > > There is a bench along the back wall, as one enters the room. It is white porcelain > and resembles a church pew in that it would be an uncomfortable place to sit for any > extended period of time. > > > To the left of the bench there is a pair of racks, one that holds several large white > towels, the other would be for clothing but it is empty. > > > Upon further inspection, one would see that what appears to be the back of the > room is only a dividing wall. To the right of the bench, there is a small corridor that leads > to the other half of the dirt chamber. > > >   > It is in this room that our story continues... * * * The door to the dirt chamber was flung open as a smiling (beaming) Jim escorted the shrieking weasel into the room. He put the weasel on the bench, turned, and pressed a button on a callbox near the door. Lee flopped off the bench and hit the floor, scrambling to his feet. He saw the opened door beside the tiger and made a leap for the exit. There was a beep from the callbox, followed by an unmistakably male voice, "Yeah?" "Ben?" the tiger asked. "Yeees?" Ben answered, expectantly. The muscular lion had been playing cards with Cal when the van had pulled in. There had been a bit of a ruckus downstairs, which could only mean one thing... fun. Lee gasped as the tiger engulfed his face with a massive paw, pushing him back into the room. The door shut and clicked. Lee landed on the bench again, roughly. He glared at the tiger silently. Ben leaned in with an ear to the speaker. He listened to the hissing gasp, followed by Jim's voice, "You really can't do that. Now, just stay there while I page Ben like Lydia said." Ben shook his head a bit, smiling. Jim wasn't the smartest of the group, but he was a good guy. Still, he'd obviously forgotten to lock the door in the... Ben stepped back and looked at the display... in the dirt chamber. He smiled widely.   "Ben, are you still there?" Jim's voice again. "Still here, Pal". Jim was obviously excited about tonight's guest. "Well, what are you waiting for? Grab Cal and come down here!" He hung up and turned back towards Lee. "What's your name again?" Jim asked the narrow-eyed weasel. "What the fuck is it to you?" the weasel spat the words at him. He shrugged. "I dunno, Man. Just asking I guess." "Lee" the weasel made it a point to show all of his teeth as he said this. "Well, Lee" the tiger continued, never missing a beat "you really fucked up, Man. I mean, you really got Mistress Lydia pissed off." He stared into space for a second "I wonder what she's gonna do t-" "Yeah, well I guess the little bitch makes it her business to go fooling guys like me into thinking she's all fucking innocent." Jim was taken aback by the weasel's statement. "Lydia just wanted to dance. You tried to hurt her." "No shit, you fucking moron. And wipe that shit eating grin off your face, or I'll scratch it off for you." Lee remained on the bench, despite his threat. "She was fucking begging for it anyway, the little cunt. Should've just sliced her and took her purse."   Suddenly, Lee was pinned against the wall, the massive tiger's paw pressing the air out of his lungs. Jim lowered his face into the weasel's and stared directly into his yellow eyes. Jim wasn't smiling anymore. "Don't you ever, ever" he accentuated each word by pressing his paw harder into the weasel's aching chest "EVER talk about Lydia like that." He let Lee slip back down to the bench, gasping for air. "Ever", he growled softly, standing back. Lee nodded compliantly, hugging his chest and forcing gulps of air into his burning lungs. The scowl on his face had been replaced by a look of fear, for the time being. There was a knock at the door and Jim turned to open it. The other tiger, Todd, stepped in. Jim shut the door behind him and turned to face Todd, the anger on his face already wiped away as if forgotten. Todd smiled and held up a collar. It was silver surrounded by black leather. There was a small panel on it with a keyhole. Jim answered his smile with a huge grin and they both turned to Lee, who was back to giving dirty looks.   Todd opened the collar and started towards Lee, who backed down the length of the bench and hit the wall. Jim grabbed him and held him still while Todd closed the collar around the weasel's neck. Todd slipped a key into the collar and held it until there was a beep. He then removed the key and placed it in the pocket of his tight jeans. He was still without a shirt. "Now, don't you mess with that collar" Jim said, placing Lee back on the bench. "Mistress Lydia will explain how it works, but just trust me that you don't want to mess with it. You could get hurt." Lee could tell the tiger wasn't lying. He sat on the bench with a look of dismay creeping into his eyes. There was another knock and two more big furs stepped into the room. Lydia liked them big. Ben and Cal looked the weasel over, wondering why he looked so genuinely pissed. Ben rubbed his paws together unconsciously; this was going to be good. Lee tried to meet the gaze of the lion and the panther. They were looking at him like he was a fucking sandwich and they hadn't eaten in a while. He kept his trap shut and tried not to look scared.   The lion spoke first, "So, what's the story with this guy?" "Yeah" the panther chimed in, reaching out with a paw to indicate Lee's tiny form. Jim ignored them at first. Turning to Lee, he pointed at the lion and said, "This is Ben." Motioning to the panther, he said, "This is Calvin." The panther cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes at Jim. "Heh, I mean Cal. He doesn't like when I cal him Calvin." Cal rolled his eyes. "And this is Lee" he said to Ben and Cal. "That was beautiful, Jim, but why the hell is he here. Jim raised an eyebrow at Cal. "Well, he's dirty." Cal raised two paws to the sky in exasperation and let the drop. Ben chuckled goodheartedly and slapped Cal on his massive black-furred shoulder, "Well, you asked." The all laughed, including Jim who obviously didn't know what he was laughing about but enjoyed himself anyway. Todd addressed the two newcomers in a more serious tone, "Mistress Lydia will fill you guys in when she gets here. For now we gotta hang tight." "I dunno, Man" Ben said, "Lee here looks like he might be in a hurry." They all laughed again as Lee cringed inwardly at the thought of Lydia. To be continued some more, eventually... I promise!! Email[DeeCat](%5C) [Back To TarantuLady's](%5C)   Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Vm2RqEGm Part of the series The Tables Turned Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/708-the-tables-turned-part-two.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1160-the-tables-turned-part-four.md