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Vertigo: One Night

by F.J. Emerson (www.furaffinity.net/user/emerson)

4/19/10

Disclaimer: The following story contains explicit sexual content and fetishes that make sailors cry. Read at your own risk. Unless you're under the legal age to read this crap where you live, in which case don't read it at all. You have been warned.

Welcome to Vertigo City

Vertigo City is a world unto itself. A hedonistic hub of pleasure and indulgence, entry is granted to only a few dozen hopeful souls each year and citizenship is acquired upon your first night spent with a stranger. Shimmering, immaculate skyscrapers clad in clean white and glittering mirrored windows reach high into the night sky. Clear glass skywalks connect building to building, letting the starry-eyed residents move from one pulsing dance floor to the next, leaving the throbbing neon lights of clubs and brothels for short pale moonlight walks. There is no drug, device, commodity or fulfillment that cannot be found here, but there are many of these that can be found nowhere else. The only thing separating fantasy from reality is your own desire to make the fantasy real.

Such a society of decadence and anarchy requires a delicate touch to sustain. The residents themselves - who often refer to themselves as "hearts" of the city - maintain what passes as Vertigo's economy: Art and invention, trade and consumerism. A song might well indeed pay for a night of pleasure. A finely-crafted dress might buy access to the trendiest nightclub. A complex device designed to pleasure may be ridden for a signed contract of servitude.

Finer points of order - such as selecting who gets into the city each year, and maintaining the architecture of the glimmering skyline - falls to the Administrators. Anonymous and invisible, this collective toils behind the scenes to maintain the small degree of order that greases the wheels of the city while doing so with a near-supernatural silence so as to create the illusion that no true order exists.

The highest form of law, of order that exists in Vertigo is handed by the Protectors. There are only two sentences for those who are convicted of threatening the free-will hedonism of the city: Death, and Slavery. The city embraces you once you come to live there, and it never lets go, not even when you cannot be a contributing part of it. If you work against it but do no harm, Slavery is your sentence. You become a commodity of flesh, owned by individuals or clubs until you have paid your penance in service. If you work to harm the city, or harm it's "hearts", you face Death. There is no return to the outside world, to whatever exists beyond Vertigo.

It is organized anarchy.

Tonight, a Protector searches for clues that might lead her to a killer. What she will find is what her city specializes in: Ecstasy, obtained at any cost.

**Vertigo:

Episode 1.2

One Night**

Not much between despair and ecstasy...*

Sawyer was mid-stroke into the vixen's tight, dripping pussy when his cellular phone began to hum and beep. He grunted in slight annoyance, but managed to lean over and grab it without breaking his stride. The vixen moaned into a pillow she was clutching to her chest like a life preserver while Sawyer bounced her up and down in his lap, not even noticing that he was answering a call. The coyote took a deep breath, steadied himself, and pressed the 'answer' button.

"Sawyer here," he said, voice nearly-steady. "Make it quick."

"Sawyer, it's Diana. I've got a date at Cloud 9 in twenty. Possible lead on my snuff job case."

"That's fantastic," Sawyer said, honestly pleased. He gave the glossy-eyed vixen a wink as he pushed his hips up, grinding his cock around in her pussy. She yowled in pleasure into the pillow.

"What was that?" Diana's voice said.

"On a case myself. Watching a suspect." He watched the vixen's heavy round tits bounce as he pumped his cock into her. He wasn't lying entirely.

"I'll bet." He could hear the mix of amusement and jealousy in Diana's voice, and grinned. She continued. "Listen, I know Cloud 9. Shouldn't be dangerous. But do me a favor and just have somebody do a run-by in about thirty, okay? Just to play it safe."

Sawyer held the microphone away from his lips as he mouthed encouragement to the whimpering vixen. Once Diana had finished talking, he set the phone right again. "No problem, Dee. I'll get someone on it. You be careful, okay?"

"Will do," Diana replied. "And Sawyer?"

"Yeah?"

"You talk too fast when you're fucking."

Sawyer grinned and hung the phone up, tossing it onto a cushion. He grabbed the vixen's chest, squeezing her tits firmly as he started to fuck her firmly once more. She let out a loud moan and threw her head back, clamping down on the coyote's cock. Cloud nine indeed...

* * *

Cloud 9 was one of Diana's personal favorite clubs. The club had a 'heavenly' theme, with tables, chairs, and pillows all designed to look like clouds. Pulsing white LED stars dotted the ceiling and even the dancer's poles had a white light emanating from them. Sexually, the club was fairly plain and simple. Drugs were not common there and liquor tended to be limited to wines and champagnes. It wasn't complicated and the staff was friendly and clean. In a city like Vertigo, a sober conversation was something of a commodity in and of itself.

The club consisted of one main area - with bar, dance floor, and a few isolated stages for dancers - and then a few segregated rooms around the perimeter. The rooms weren't very private, but they did offer a few tables for patrons to get away from the main area and talk. The music the club specialized in was of the more chilled, ambient variety, so there was no problem with thudding base. All in all Cloud 9 was simply a nice place.

Diana smiled at a waitress as she entered. The staff all wore large, white angel wings and nothing more, and they all knew Diana well. The waitress, a pretty young dragon lass, greeted Diana and offered to seat her. Diana declined, and started to look about for her contact. Without knowing who he or she was, the rabbit had no choice but to wait for a sign.

She had only taken a few steps into the club when that sign came. Diana felt something tug at her pant leg, lightly at first. The rabbit looked down at her feet, trying to see what the tugging was. Much to her surprise, she found a little red light on the floor winking at her. There was a small mechanical device there, looking like a old computer mouse with eight spindly robotic legs sprouting out of it. A bright red light blipped atop it like an eye. It seemed to acknowledge her gaze, and then it suddenly tugged at her pants again. Then it turned, skittering off towards one of the private areas. She watched it in slight awe, and when it sensed her hesitating it stopped and turned back to face her. The little robot bounced up and down on it's legs excitedly, making Diana smile. She started after it, following it into the room.

As she entered the room she watched the robot scurry to a table, then up the leg of the one individual at the table. He was a red panda, rather thin and awkward looking. He wore glasses and a long, worn overcoat, and he looked a little scruffy overall. When he spotted Diana, he waved her over in a manner that suggested he wanted to be discreet and had no idea how to do it. With a slight smirk she approached his table and sat, watching the robot perch itself on the panda's shoulder.

"Diana Bordeaux," she said, quietly. "Are you the one who left the love letter under my door?"

The panda looked around, then looked at the robot, and then at Diana. He nodded slowly. "Y-yeah, that was me. Donnie, Donnie's the name. I r-run Donnie's Mechanical Marvels. Listen, listen, I had no idea that he was going to kill anyone! C-c-carmen thinks he's cool but I know he's got screws loose! Screws! That's not good!"

Diana made a face. Donnie was either a nervous mess, or he had a few screws loose himself. He obviously knew something, though. "Can't say I've heard of your place, Donnie," she said, easing into the conversation. "What do you do?"

Donnie looked a little hurt by the news. "Oh. Well, I build stuff. Devices. Machines. Toys. Whatever folks want. I like building things big or small or complicated or simple. I don't really care as long as it's different," he said, taking his glasses off. The little robot pulled a cloth out of Donnie's pocket and handed it to him, and Donnie promptly began to polish the lenses of his glasses.

"Did you make...that?" She asked, nodding to the robot.

"His name is Archimedes," Donnie said, sternly. "Yeah, I made him. He helps me now. Say hello, Archimedes."

The robot waved a leg at Diana, and the rabbit couldn't help but giggle. "Okay, then. Sorry, Archimedes. So then, Donnie...what's this about someone killing someone? You're talking about the lynx, right? Can you prove that someone killed her? And can you tell me who the killer is?"

Donnie looked slightly flustered. "Well I can't really prove anything, I mean I don't even know this guy's name, no one does...but, I can tell you about him! And what he said! B-but not here!"

"Why not here?" Diana was eager to hear what the panda had to say, and had little interest in putting it off. "You're safe here."

"Maybe, maybe," Donnie said, looking around. "I just wanted to meet you first. Carmen said you were trouble, b-but I think you're okay. I mean, you are okay, right?"

"I'm a girl scout, Donnie."

"What? Oh, r-right. Okay. Good, listen, let's go to my shop. I know it's safe there. I can tell you why I know the girl was murdered. S-someone has to stop this guy."

* * *

Donnie's storefront was tucked away in a quiet back alley in the district called Vanity Fair. Known more commonly as "The Fair", it served as Vertigo's primary merchant area. It was perhaps one of the largest dedicated districts in Vertigo, large enough that even Diana hadn't seen all of it in her many years there. Donnie's shop in particular had somehow managed to evade her notice until then.

The front of the shop was very simple. It was a relatively large room with low shelves all around the perimeter and rows of tables on the floor. Both the shelves and tables had a wide assortment of mechanical and electronic devices on display, each available for barter to any soul in need. Diana was impressed by the variety of the devices too; while there was certainly a wide selection of sexual toys, there were also many more practical items catering to anything from musical recording and broadcasting to personal organization gadgets.

There were only two doors in the main shop other than the entrance. Donnie indicated that one led to his personal quarters, but the other led into a small workshop area that was not nearly as neat as the showroom. Tools and parts littered shelves and crates and even a work bench, with grease stains all over the floor. The room smelled like a garage, with the heavy odor of oil and rust in the air. Donnie motioned Diana towards a rather unsafe-looking stool on one side of the work bench while he stood on the other side. Diana planted herself carefully on the seat and then leaned forward on the counter.

"Interesting establishment you've got here," she said, warmly. The red panda was clearly nervous, though he seemed naturally high-strung. "I'm surprised I've never heard of it."

"Yeah, I don't advertise too hard, I just kind of get by on word-of-mouth," he said, poking distractedly at Archimedes as the little robot skittered across the bench. "It's usually a matter of someone seeing something I built in someone else's possession, so they ask where it came from and then they get directed to me. I have some stuff pre-built out there like you saw, but I do a lot of custom stuff too."

"I can imagine," Diana said, grinning. "You can show me more later, but first I need you to tell me anything that you think would help me, okay? Anything about the dead girl, or this mystery hyena?"

"I can tell you that I wish I'd never met 'im!" Donnie said with conviction in his voice. "See, he came to me, came my way 'cause he was looking for a sort-of miniature amplifier. I dunno' if I'd call it fancy, but I don't think there's many folks in Vertigo that could have built it. I didn't like the look of this guy from the get go, y'know? I know Carmen is real high on him, says you could see real freedom in his eyes, but I just thought he was creepy. Real nice, but in a superficial kinda' way...like he knew if he wasn't nice he wouldn't get what he wanted..."

"When did he come to you?"

"Months ago," Donnie said. "Way before he went to Carmen."

"And did you give him what he wanted?"

Donnie shuffled his feet awkwardly as the question was presented. "W-well, not right away. It was bad timing for me 'cause I had something else in the works, plus I just had a bad feeling about him. But he was persistent. Then, after about a week of him comin' in every day to see if I changed my mind, he came in and offered a trade. He had this part, y'see...I'd been looking for this part for six months! It was the last part I needed to get my big project running! I shoulda' turned it down...I mean, for him to know what that part was and that I needed it meant he was snoopin' around here, but...I couldn't bear another six months of searchin', so I took it, and I built him his amplifier."

"What did he need this amplifier for? What does it do?"

"I dunno' why he needed it, but it doesn't do anything," Donnie said, matter-of-factly. "I mean, what it does it amplify the pitch and intensity of sound waves, but it does it in a really condensed area and at a major rate of power consumption. It's totally impractical."

"Well, so far this guy doesn't seem like the impractical sort, so I've gotta' assume he had good reason for wanting this thing," Diana said. "Can it be used for anything dangerous? Pirating broadcast signals?"

Donnie thought for a moment. "I don't think so. You might be able to crack a few windows if you put the right frequency through it. Doubt you could hijack any of the public broadcast signals. I mean, there's nothin' out there I know of that can make it anything more than a curiosity."

"So, that was that? You gave him his amplifier and he gave you your part, and you never saw him again?"

"Right, and I'd give him the part back if I could! B-but see, now he's got what he wants, right? So I'm tryin' to hurry him out so I don't have to deal with him no more, but he's just smiling in that creepy way he smiles and he asks why I'm so nervous all the time. Then he grabs my shirt, and he leans in, and he says he needs someone who can get him what he called a 'disposable girl'. I told him to go to C-carmen 'cause she can get all sorts of girls, and I figured he meant he wanted someone he c-could ditch in the morning. So he actually thanked me for the recommendation and then he said, and I remember this exactly, he said, "Keep your ear to the vine, because I'm going to make some lucky girl a star soon'

"I didn't know what he meant exactly, but I knew he w-was threatening me. It wasn't until I'd heard that some girl had been found dead and Protectors were askin' questions about it that I knew what he meant by making someone a 'star'. I mean, that's kind of the big talk of the town right now, that you Protectors are all out lookin' for info on this girl."

"Is it? What's everyone saying exactly?"

"Well, most folks think it was a spontaneous snuff thing, maybe drug-induced...but some folks think it was murder."

"You said that Carmen is high on this guy. I've already talked to Carmen and she seems in love with the freak. If anyone knows something, they're not talking. Any idea why that is?"

Donnie thought carefully for a moment. "Maybe fear, for some of them. I mean he is pretty creepy and scary. But...but a lot of folks kind of buy into his whole...sales pitch. About nobody really being free if they can't truly do what they want when they way. B-but I don't think anyone thought that murder would be what he was talkin' about! If you can prove he did it I'll be folks come out of the woodwork to talk to you."

"I hope so," Diana said, smirking. "I'll take any help I can get. So tell me, Donnie, what was this special project that you needed your part for? Anything that could help me catch this happy friend of ours by any chance?"

Donnie shook his head. "Nope. See, I figured I could use one big project to get everyone's attention here. If I could build somethin' really great but only have a few out there, maybe I'd get a little more business. So I came up with something that I knew would appeal to everyone in Vertigo. Wanna' see?"

Diana nodded and stood up. "Sure. Lead on."

Donnie turned to a door behind his workbench. There was a small electronic lock for the door with a reader on the frame. The panda inserted his finger into the reader and a moment later the door clicked and slid open. He motioned for the rabbit to follow, and she did so.

The room was not very large. It was just big enough to house the device inside and barely any bigger. At first the mechanical monstrosity inside seemed to have no familiar shape, but after a few moments Diana began to understand what she was looking at.

"That is the biggest goddamn fucking machine I've ever seen. No, scratch that...it's a fucking engine."

Donnie perked one of his ears up. "Fucking Engine? Oooh, I like that. I bet it would market well," he said, mulling it over for a second. Then a sudden blush came over his cheeks, as if he realized for the first time that he had a lady present, and in what was sure to be a progressively lewd conversation. His next question almost caught Diana off guard.

"Wanna' try it?"

The rabbit blinked and looked at Donnie. She would have never expected such a direct question from the shy, skittish male; the embarrassed look on his face made it clear that he was just as surprised that he'd asked it.

"You could probably twist my arm into it," she said with a smile and a laugh. "Didn't take you for the voyeur type, Donnie."

"N-no! Not for that! See, I don't g-get many girls I would trust in here, and I've only ever tested it on guys since I can..." He trailed off suddenly, as if he had backed himself into a corner of embarrassment that he had no idea how to get out of.

Diana laughed again and patted his cheek. "I understand, Donnie. Well, you've been kind enough to provide me with a large amount of good information, so I think I could do you a favor in return. So what do we do?"

It didn't take very long for Donnie's scientific curiosity - and eagerness to test the result of his many months of work - to spur him past his embarrassment and to explain to Diana what was needed. First, he had the rabbit strip naked. This the rabbit did with little concern, as she was no stranger to public nudity; she'd spent time as a dancer before her work as a Protector. Once she was in nothing but her fur, Donnie prepared to strap her into the machine itself.

The machine was a large, menacing affair. There was a flat platform set at a forty-five degree angle and shaped vaguely like an inverted letter Y. There were cuffs at the top, and cuffs at the bottom of each 'leg' of the Y. This platform was recessed slightly so that there was was appeared to be a seven-inch raised edge all around it. The rest of the machine was a complex arrangement of gears, hydraulics, hidden compartments, and other carefully tuned parts to drive the internal mechanisms.

It was onto the inverted Y that Diana was asked to lay, and lay there she did. The rabbit breathed easy as she lifted her arms up, placing her wrists into the cuffs over head. Her legs spread and her ankles came to rest in the cuffs near the bottom, and as soon as her wrists and ankles were in place the machine seemed to sense it. The cuffs snapped shut and then the platform adjusted itself, stretching it's victim taught. Diana grunted and looked around, testing the restraints. They were tight, and there was no getting out of them.

Donnie nodded in approval. "Perfect!" He said, adjusting his glasses. "Okay, you just relax. The controls are right outside, 'cause I couldn't fit them in here after all. I'll start it and monitor everything. You just...enjoy the ride and take notes! I need to know what else a girl would want in one."

"Okay, Donnie," Diana laughed. "Go start it. I'm starting to get into this." The rabbit grinned and squirmed against the platform. She was indeed starting to enjoy herself, feeling her nipples perk up and her folds grow slick as she anticipated what the machine had in store for her. She would have teased Donnie if she'd thought the poor boy wouldn't pass out.

Donnie slipped out the door, and it closed quietly behind him with a hiss. A camera in the upper corner of the room near a metal grill blinked to life and focused on the rabbit. Suddenly the entire machine started to rumble and vibrate, making Diana's breasts jiggle a little. She gasped and looked around, waiting to see what was to come.

"There's a microphone in there so you can tell me if you need to get out," crackled Donnie's voice over a speaker somewhere in the room. "Starting up the first sequence!"

Within seconds, the machine started to work on the bunny's bare body. First, two mechanical arms extended out over her chest, each one baring pincers at the end. Diana watched with wide eyes as each pincer was settled down over a nipple and then closed, firmly pinching and tugging the fleshy nubs. She gasped and arched her back up slowly, smiling as the sensations began. A few moments later she felt a similar sensation on her clit, and the tug that followed confirmed in her mind that a third pincer had captured her sensitive little button. Just as she started to melt into the simple, sweet administration, all three pincers started to vibrate, sending a shudder of pure delight up her spine. "Oh f-fuck."

Diana's body slowly twisted and turned on the platform as the rabbit happily gave herself over to the machine. She enjoyed complex fuck toys of this nature, and Donnie's contraption had the potential to be one of the best in Vertigo. Her mind began to conjure up the different adjustments and additions she could suggest to the skilled inventor, and as she thought, she began to feel something nudging up between her round buttocks and under her puff of a tail. The rabbit licked her lips and moaned pleasantly, lifting her hips to give what felt to be a fat toy easier access to her anus.

When her hips lifted up, they pushed her pussy directly against a new toy, one that felt just as fat, wet, and promising as the one under her tail. She couldn't look past the swells of her captured tits to see it, but she was sure this new toy would be equally pleasant. With a lusty moan on her lips Diana began to rock her pelvis between the two shafts, offering her ass and pussy up willingly.

It was then that she realized that neither toy was moving any further. Even the pincers on her nipples at clit - while still vibrating - where no longer moving much. It was as if the whole machine had been put on pause.

"D-donnie," she gasped, licking her lips. "Don't stop it...t-that's no way to treat a lady..."

There was no response, only silence.

The fur on Diana's neck began to stand up straight as the silence continued. Something slowly began to gnaw at her intuition as the chatty Donnie suddenly seemed to grow quiet. He could be the sort to become quickly engaged in his work, of this the rabbit had little doubt, but as she stared at the camera above her she began to feel that someone was looking back at her, and it was not Donnie.

"You dunno' how lucky you are that I'm not supposed to kill you," a menacing voice suddenly stated over the loudspeaker. Diana's heart began to race instantly. The voice was familiar and though she could not place it, she knew it was the voice of someone she did not want to be around, especially while she was defenseless and naked. The delicious pleasure the machine was delivering just moments earlier began to fade as her focus turned towards the camera watching her.

"Who is that?" She demanded, keeping her voice even despite her growing apprehension.

"Just one of the many bad gambles you've taken in your life, love," the voice responded. Something about the comment started to place the voice in Diana's mind, and as she tried to put the pieces together the voice continued. "I don't trust myself to come in there and say 'hello' face-to-face, but I think you'll remember the name Vega, no?"

It instantly clicked in Diana's brain. "The Bully," she said, mildly shocked and completely angry. "You son of a bitch...you're supposed to be under enslavement for another five years!" Vega was one of Diana's early busts. Known around the casinos as 'The Bully' due to his aggressive bluffing style (and as a play on the fact that he was a rather large bull), Vega first fell under the watch of the Protectors for suspicion of fraud at the casino game tables. It was her investigation into this that revealed The Bully's secondary hobby of paying for pricey escorts and then beating them to a pulp and leaving them for dead. He was arrested and sentenced to seven years as a slave, and then auctioned off promptly.

"No thanks to you," Vega said, coldly. "Lucky for me that my talents caught the eye of a certain hyena for whom you've been a little bit of a nuisance. Not that I find that surprising. You've always been a goddamn nuisance."

"And you've always been a sociopath," she spit. "Makes sense that a dick-less bastard like you would take a favor from a murderer."

"I like to play the odds, bunny," Vega crackled over the loudspeaker. "I didn't have it easy as a slave, you know. You fuckers think you've got such a good system, but you didn't even know that my 'purchaser' was buying slaves for a to-the-death fight club, did you? Or maybe you did, and didn't care. Either way, I've got no problems about helping one bastard if it lets me get even with a bitch.

"Unfortunately, all I get to do today is send a message. My employer wants you to know he's watching you, and he can get at you a lot easier than you think he can. You, or your buddies in the agency, like that coyote. Just remember that."

The sudden lurch of the machine as it kicked back to life stopped Diana from retorting to the voice on the other side of the wall. The vibrating of the pincers on her three sensitive points caused a moan to start building in her chest, and she tried with all her might to hold it back, to not let Vega see her any more wanton than he already had. She held it back, clenched her fists, shook her head, tried to ignore it, but it was a pleasure that just grew and grew like a small but scorching fire in her soul. As if it could sense this blaze within her, the machine elected to throw gas onto the fire as it pushed the two toys up hard into her ass and her pussy - both at once - so she could feel the tips of each shaft rub against her inner flesh.

The bunny broke. She arched her back hard and moaned out in pure lust, rolling her hips as the two shafts started to pump, to fuck her in counter-point like two eager lovers pounding her body. The pincers on her nipples and clits acted like naughty fingers pinching and tugging and trembling against her, teasing her in ways she didn't know a cold, emotionless toy could.

The machine fucked and teased her for what seemed like long ages, stirring her passions up to a froth, until she felt she would cum at any second. Then it stopped, just as suddenly as it had started up. Diana whimpered, shaking her head as she tried to push her hips up, and then her ass down, as if urging on her lovers. When there came no response, she opened her eyes and looked up at the camera, remembering that it was no longer Donnie controlling her fate, but a dangerous individual who was out to settle a score. Even worse, he might not be there, and she might be trapped in the machine for a very long time before her absence was investigated.

A blinking set of LED's next to her head caught Diana's attention. It took a moment to focus her eyes on them, and then to read the small print under them. 'Orgasm Level' was legible, and each LED seemed to represent a percentage. It was at about 80%, but was quickly falling. When it hit 25%, the machine kicked up again and once more Diana found herself being fucked and teased, setting her tits to bouncing and her eyes to rolling back in her head.

Minutes later, the LED's hit 80% and once again, the machine stopped. This time Diana cried out in frustration, shaking her head. It had hit 80 quicker than the last time, and was making her wait longer. As her pussy quivered and dripped with her arousal, and as her heart thudded in her chest, she began to realize her predicament. Vega had set the machine on some sort of orgasm denial cycle. It might be hours before it let her cum; it might NEVER let her gain release, not if Donnie had managed to build an accurate reader to assess pleasure levels. Considering the panda's pride in his creation, she doubted that he had flubbed on the details.

At 25% the machine started up, and once again it stopped at 80%. Diana tried hard to push against the shafts and loose herself quickly to the pleasure when the machine was running, but it always seemed to keep up with her, shutting down when she seemed just about to explode. Three, four, five times the machine started and stopped, until the poor rabbit was limp and moaning, begging the emptiness for release. "N-no...just l-let me c-cum..."

Diana lost track of time. She lost track of how many times the machine brought her so, so close to sweet release, only to back off just as her body began to tense and quiver in preparation to release. She thought she might go mad soon, as she'd heard many slaves did when subjected to particularly excessive sensory or orgasm denial. She in fact thought the madness was kicking in nicely when the small metal grill up near the camera started to move. But then, as several mechanical spider legs poked through, she realized that salvation might be at hand.

The machine kicked up again, starting to bounce the bunny on the shafts and tug at her clit and nipples, but her attention was on the grill. Suddenly the grill pushed free and clattered to the floor, and out crawled Archimedes, skittering down the wall and across the floor towards her. It looked up at the naked, sweat-covered bunny and beeped. Diana moaned out in response.

"A-archimedes!" She gasped, her jaw slightly slack as the machine fucked her up to 50% quite quickly. "W-where is Donnie, goddammit? G-get Donnie...y-you have to free me! P-please!"

The little robot seemed to take a second to contemplate what the rabbit was asking, and then it skittered off...not back to the vent for help, but behind the machine, somewhere else in the room. Diana whimpered as the robot seemed to ignore her and leave her to the machine. She hoped Sawyer wouldn't forget her. No, he had to find her. She didn't want to end up a broken slave. She watched the LED's with fear as they hit 75%, and her body started to quiver again. 79%, and her heart raced. 80%, and she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the inevitable.

It didn't stop. In fact, the shafts fucking her round bottom and drenched pussy picked up the pace. Her heart started to thud against her chest like a hammer against stone and she opened her eyes. The LED's were at 90% and rising! She rolled her eyes back, arched her back, and let herself go. With a most un-ladylike moan of pure passion, Diana climaxed hard and long. It was the sweetest orgasm of her life. Her whole body seemed to glow under her skin as she came, letting her pussy flutter in release around the shaft fucking it. Every curve of her naked bunny body tenses as she went stiff with delight, and she didn't relax until well after her climax had fizzled to a pleasant memory. Even then the machine kept bouncing and fucking her, slowly working her towards what might well have been a second climax, but that was not to be. Seconds later the machine stopped, and then the cuffs that held her to the platform opened while the shafts and pincers retreated into the monstrosity. The rabbit slumped out and onto her hands and knees, doubled over as she coughed and panted and tried to regain her senses.

Metallic skittering made Diana look up. Archimedes returned, creeping up to her with what she suspected was as concerned of a posture as a little robot could manage. "Y-you didn't run off on me after all, huh?" Archimedes beeped twice. Diana took that as a 'no'.

The rabbit weakly pulled herself up onto her feet, and then made her way to the door. It was locked, but this too Archimedes was able to override for her, letting her out of the chamber. She tensed as she walked out, expected to either encounter Vega - a very bad thing for her, in that condition - or to find Donnie is less-than-optimal condition. To her surprise, Donnie was alive and unharmed, albeit tied up and gagged on his workbench. He squealed in distress at the rabbit when he saw her, thrashing around in an attempt to sit up. Diana managed to calm him long enough to get the gag out of his mouth.

"Oh g-god!" He cried out. "T-this big guy, this bull, he came in when I started the machine and he told me if I said word one he would break my neck and he was big enough that he could do it! Then he tied me up and did that stuff to you and left me here to watch the monitor and I swear I couldn't get out and I had to just watch and wait for Archimedes to get through the grates 'cause I built them really good so that took..."

Diana held a paw up to Donnie's muzzle, silencing him. "Alright, enough," she said exhausted, starting to untie Donnie. "I believe you. Let's get you free and then we'll go from there." As Diana started to untie the red panda, she noticed a rather telling bulge in his slacks. She looked up at him and found him watching her body, and when he saw that he was caught he started to stutter again. Diana just smiled and handed him the ropes he had been bound with. "You had to watch, huh?" she laughed. "I'm sure it was torture for you. Come on. I'm getting dressed and then we're going to the local station."

"Uh, s-sure," Donnie stuttered, looking down at Archimedes to keep himself from watching Diana as she bent over to pick up her clothes. "M-maybe this is an inappropriate question since you kind of almost got really hurt in there but...."

Diana winked at Donnie as she pulled her shirt over her body. Furious and rattled as she was at the danger she'd just escaped, and at the notion that Vega was on the loose again, Diana couldn't deny the intense orgasm she'd just recovered from. She answered Donnie's question without him even asking it.

"It rocked my world, Donnie. Market the fuck out of that thing."

* * *

Diana sat in an office in the nearby Protector relay station with her eyes closed, trying to relax after her ordeal. She had brought Donnie in with her and he had given a full statement on what had happened, from his meeting at Cloud 9 all the way up to Vega's arrival. His description of the bull was perfect, confirming that it was indeed the same Vega who had been enslaved several years prior. Sawyer arrived shortly thereafter and made a few inquires of his own while Diana rested. Once the coyote had seen Donnie off, he came back to the room Diana resided in. He stood in the door for a few minutes, watching her as she sat motionless and silent.

"I don't see what the point in having me send someone to Cloud 9 was if you weren't going to leave notice that you left, or where you went," he finally said. While his voice didn't carry any degree of reprimand with it, his point was sharp.

"Noted," Diana said, not even bothering to open her eyes. "I'll be far more careful now that I know our mystery hyena is recruiting convicts."

"Speaking of that, I've got agents looking into how the fuck Vega got out of enslavement. We're also going to check into this combat club he claims they made him fight in."

"That's a start. You'll let me know as soon as they report back, right?"

"Yeah," Sawyer said and nodded. "You and I can go over what this Donnie guy told us when you're back on your feet. Hopefully we won't run into any more old friends or stubborn idealists."

"I'm fine," Diana said, finally opening her eyes. "No need to hold things up on my behalf."

"Dee, you look like you were run over by a mob," the coyote laughed. "From what I heard, you were given a workout that would have left a porn star sore."

"I. Am. Fine." Diana said with a smile. "Porn starts have nothing on me."

"I know," Sawyer said with a grin on his face. "You make far better videos."

Diana's eyes widened. "No."

"Hey, I was looking for evidence."

"You cad," she laughed. "Get the fuck out of here."

"It's all I've got to cling too since I can't have the real thing..."

"You've got jack shit. Out!" She laughed, picking up a plastic cup that was on a nearby desk before hurling it at the coyote. Sawyer snickered and ducked it as he quickly left the room, exaggerating a hasty retreat away from the rabbit.

Diana sighed and looked out a window at the neon glow of her beloved city, watching how it pulsed with life. Somewhere out there, Vega and the hyena were roaming free, more a danger to the city than any drug, fetish, or machine on the promenades. She'd get them though, of that she was confident.

Suddenly her phone began to buzz. Diana pulled it out of her pocket and touched the screen, activating the display. A message from Sawyer was waiting for her. She selected it, and read the message: "You yell too loud when you're fucking".

Attached was a picture that was clearly cropped from a video. It depicted her naked and bound to Donnie's machine, with her clit and nipples pinched and her mouth open in a wanton moan.

Diana burst from the room and bolted for the skywalks of Vertigo. She had a coyote to bludgeon.

~PLAYLIST END~

Story is © 2010 F.J. Emerson. Characters are property of FJ Emerson. Please do no reproduce in part or whole without my written permission. Please do not use characters without my written permission. Please do not masturbate to them too much, either. You'll get hair on your knuckles.

*From "One Night in Bangkok" as performed by Murray Head, from soundtrack to the musical "Chess"