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Quick forward; this story is much darker than my normal work and portrays some pretty nasty things. Jacky and Anita come from the worst kind backgrounds but things do get better for them; and the kind of things depeicted here will not be the normal fare of my stories.

Anita snarled at the other k9 as she circled. The big male rippled with muscle and snarled back at her as he moved with her. They were both looking for an opening, snarling and starring each other in the eyes. The cat calls from above the outside of the pit a distant non distraction. She could see by the scars in his black and tan hide that he had fought many times. Her own long coat hid her own scars from her own battles.

Her master had said that this fight was her chance for the big time. Her rewards would be better than ever and he would be rich. She was determined to server her master well. So she waited and watched her opponent looking for the opening she needed.

The male shifter his weight and looked over her shoulder, she took a chance and responded by feinting low as she shifter her weight to come in high. She saw even as she committed herself though that he had seen though the feint as she had seen though his bluff. He deflected her strike for his muzzle down and away and moved in close his jaws snapping at her face as she felt his knee drive into her groin with all his strength and her momentum behind it. She felt herself lifting up into the air from the punishing blow even as his fangs raked her face and she howled.

She felt one of his fangs grind down her eye ridge as he bit down hard until it sank into her eye blinding her on one side. But even as the big male did so she had brought both her hands around and smashed her fists into his head stunning him. While his jaws didn't slacken their grip on her head he movements became much less coordinated in that moment and she hammered her own knee into his groin. Her blow had much less power behind it but she felt something give as the blow went home.

She felt the grip of his jaws slacken and she pulled her head free and tried to back pedal even as he brought both hands down in rabbit punch. She went to her knees feeling something in her left shoulder. Desperately she tried to fall back and roll away but the big male followed her. She thrust a foot paw up and caught him in the belly and racked him with her claws as she tried to deflect his rush.

The big male took the blow with a grunt but smashed a foot down into her right knee and she yelped as it bent for a moment at an unnatural angle. She scrabbled backwards though the sawdust flooring in an effort to keep him from landing another blow on her. He stalked after her blood flowing down his belly and his steps had a hitch in them, when she suddenly stopped scrabbling and used her good arm and her right leg to lever herself up and kick him in the groin raking him with her claws as she did. The blow finally forced an agonized yelp from him as she took chunks of flesh out of his sensitive male parts. She pushed her own agony aside as the weight she put on her right knee caused it to buckle and she could feel things in it tearing. She sprang on the male as he went to his knees clutching his mutilated sheath and brought her snapped jaws onto his throat and squeezed with all her might.

The big male realizing she had a death grip on his throat started pummeling her about the head and shoulders desperately trying to hammer her loose. One of the blows landed on her left shoulder for the second time that night and the pain was to much at last and darkness took her.

*****

She came to in a place that smelled of chemicals, blood, pain and waste. She started to move and whimpered softly. Her face, shoulder and, knee throbbed with pain. She held very still and listened; in a room nearby she could her a man talking with her master. A vet tech she thought.

"Well how much will it cost to get her patched up?"

"A lot," someone said dispassionately. "The collarbone in her shoulder will be the easiest to fix. That is just the surgery to reconstruct the fragments of bone and some pins to hold it in place. For her knee the surgery relatively simple to fix the torn ligaments but she will need months of physical therapy before she's ready to walk again. The eyes a loss, I could replace it with an implant but you're looking at a million for that and you said you had very little cash."

"How much without the eye hardware?"

"About two hundred and fifty grand. With out the physical therapy, that is just surgery and some post op gear. Arm sling leg brace that kinda stuff."

"Fuck! I can't afford that! Shmit is demanding I pay him for costs of getting his stud dogs junk rebuilt. The stupid bitch isn't worth it! She lost the fight! What would you give me for her? She's train both for pit fighting and as gun dog, and I have heard you've been looking for bitches to do some kinda testing on," her master replied.

She whined in the other room this time not from physical pain but emotional. She had never failed him before! She was his favorite! He had always said he would never sell her! She tried to get up again to go and plead with him, that she would do better next time, but she nearly blacked out from the pain when she tried to lever herself up.

"What you've trained her in doesn't matter anymore. I'll give you five grand for her and at that your getting a deal."

Her master grunted, "Very generous of you. Just enough to buy her replacement. Maybe this next one will measure up."

The other man laughed, "You keep saying that. This is what your fourth? At least this one you got a pro fight out of!"

Anita whimpered again. Fourth? But master had always said she was the first and only!

"Eh Boss was better. Made it through nine pro fights before he got his throat torn out. I miss him, and this stupid bitch never was as dear to me as he was. I'm just as glad in some ways. She was to much the attention seeker for my tastes, never could just stand there and be quite and well behaved."

Anita lay there devastated by her masters words. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die as she heard them walk away from the room. Lost in her misery she missed when someone came in until she felt a sting in her good arm. She lay their passively as darkness took her again and did not care if she never woke up.

*****

Jacky shivered on the deck plates of the strangers ship. His father stood behind him with a firm grip on his shoulder to make sure he did not bolt. "Mr. Smith, as promised here he is. He's health and very good with tech stuff," his father said to the slim man in a black suit that had meet them here in the cargo hold.

Jacky's shiver got worse and he wondered how he had come to this. His father trading him a way as an IOU for a card game. He had known his father was a slimy bastard for a long time but this was a new low. He wondered not for the first time what life might have been like had his mother survived giving birth to him.

"How old did you say he was?" Mr. Smith asked his father looking him up and down.

"Twelve Sir. Just had his birthday last week," his father added helpfully. Jacky had known it was his birthday because his dad got roaring drunk and blamed him for his mother's death. Jacky wondered if he was the only boy in the universe who hated his own birthday.

"I want a better look at the boy. Take that ship suit off boy," Mr. Smith said sharply.

Jacky's face flamed and he looked up at his father hopefully. But those hopes were dashed when his father said, "Well you heard the man! Strip!" Jacky hesitantly went to un do the zipper on the front of his ship suit when his father impatient with how slowly he was responding took a grip on one side and jerked. The zipper slid down like greased lightning and his father pulled his ship suit down below his waist so that it slid to the floor leaving him with just his briefs above the ankles. But his father did not stop there, he felt his briefs grabbed from behind and yanked down to his knees when the cheap fabric tore apart. He blushed more furiously than ever and covered his dick and balls with his hands. He would have run for cover but his father was right there and there was no question his father would wallop him if he tried to move from where he was. His father squeezed his shoulder threateningly and hissed, "Hands at your sides!"

He didn't dare disobey and lowered his hands; his father was quick to beat him for disobedience. He knew what Mr. Smith would see. Very long black hair, dark brown or black eyes, skin dark skin where it had tanned from his Native American heritage and, a well muscled body from working with heavy machinery all his life. And of course his dick and balls, he didn't even have any pubic hair yet.

Mr. Smith looked him over closely, even motioning for him to turn around. It left Jacky feeling like livestock at auction. Mr. Smith finally said, "Well he does have some bruising but he is otherwise as you said. As agreed seventy-fife thousand blush tour gamboling debt with McNiel. You do understand Mr. Blackhorse that once this deal is done you will not be able to get him back?"

"No skin off my back one less mouth to feed," his father answered. Jacky thought that was short sighted of him given that Jacky had been the one doing most of the ships maintenance for the last four years. But then his father never had been one to think ahead; that he had seen.

Mr. Smith turned his head slightly, "Boys why don't you take Jacky here to his new room. You can take Sally to yours after that."

Two big muscular k9s who looked much alike, both black and tan, stepped away from a bulkhead and came over to take him. His shoulders slumped but he didn't resist when they took him by the shoulders and guided him into the ship's crew area. He heard his father talking to Mr. Smith as they left the cargo deck about the details of payment.

As they went down the passage way to crew quarters he wished he had asked for his ship suit back. He covered himself as they walked though the lushly carpeted passage with his hands but the few other crew members who saw him still smiled knowingly or openly leered. The leers were worse in their own way as they came from the two women he saw. His dick showing it had a different opinion to his being seen naked by women and started to stiffen.

They got to a cabin door that had an evident lock on it and one of the k9s put a palm to it. With a chirp a light at the bottom went green and the door slid open. Inside was a room decorated nicely with a large king bed in the middle. In the middle of the bed with her back to the door was a girl, she was laying on the bed with her legs spread and whatever she was wearing didn't cover her bottom. With her legs spread he could see both her but and her slit. She was, when they entered, hugging a teddy bear with one arm and sliding a finger in and out of her slit moaning softly. Jacky stared unsure of what to make of this, even as the girl snatched her hand away from her slit, pulling her finger out. She eyed them warily and he saw that she had a fading bruise around one eye. She sat up and he saw that she was wearing something called a French maids outfit and that she couldn't be more than ten or eleven.

He was pushed into the room as one guard stayed at the door and the other followed him in. The k9 who came in ignored him and went over to the girl. "Mr. Smith is done with ya girly. Your ours now," he said as he grabbed her shoulder. The girl went white with fear he thought, and then as the k9 turned around hauling the girl along he saw why. The k9 was already sporting a big boner and looked ready to fuck her right then and there; his still partially stiff dick wilted at that point.

The girl struggled in the k9's grip and begged, "No! Please I'll do anything he asks! Anything!"

"I know, that's why he's bored with you!", the k9 said with an evil laugh. "Don't worry though we will be happy to have you do things for us girly. Been a long time sense we had a bitch to fuck."

He watched the k9 escort her out the door and saw that the other looked just as ready to fuck as the first one. The door closed behind them and he started looking around in more detail. The bed was covered with a black sheet and had a number of pillows. There was how ever no top sheet or comforter to go with the set and the bed lacked a head board. There were a number of stuffed animals in the room but nothing else. Well nothing but a door that he found led to a bathroom. The bathroom had no mirror, a basic toilet and a shower that had no stall door or controls for water flow that he could see. The toilet was sealed with no way to get inside of its inner workings and stepping back out into the cabin he saw that the door had no inside controls.

His carefully searched for anything he might be able to use to defend himself. He might be a virgin but he wasn't innocent, he had first found his dad's porn collection when he was six. His dad hadn't bothered to set up any parental controls and not knowing what they were he had watched one. He hadn't liked it much as the acting was horrible and no one did anything interesting. But it had taught him what went were and he understood a lot more adult stuff so hadn't thought it all bad. He had felt still did though that it was rather nasty and he wanted nothing to do with it.

He had dreamed of doing some the things he had seen in the video just a few weeks ago to a faceless woman and woken up to find a mess in his briefs. His first wet dream had made him wonder what it would be like to do it. However interested he might have been though he was not going to do it with Mr. Smith. He shuddered, the man was creepy and somehow seemed very dangerous even without him having done anything to make it so.

His search turned up a salad fork under the bed, hidden in the box springs. It was messy on the handle end with something dried that smelled odd. It wasn't much but he slipped it under a pillow stealthily. He couldn't think of a way to stop what he thought was to come but he could at least make him think twice about it, if he was careful.

*****

He was sleeping when someone came in. Waking up he quickly moved a pillow to strategically cover himself up as he sat up on the bed. Walking into the room was a naked blond woman with big pert tits and he blushed unable not to stare. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. In one hand she had a small bag of items. She looked him over and said, "Cute. Your modesty is duly noted but pointless lad. It's time you had a shower. Mr. Smith wants you squeaky clean when he comes to visit. And as you will learn what Mr. Smith wants he gets."

He didn't know how long it had been but he knew they had left port at least a few days ago. Out side of one of the k9s bringing him his meals he hadn't seen or heard from anyone till now. He said uncertainly, "You can leave the shower things on the bed. I'll be happy to take one."

She shook her head, "Doesn't work that way. I was tasked with cleaning you. So I have to clean you. If your difficult about it one of the dogs will be sent in and they won't be none to gentle cleaning you. So," she asked, "what shall it be?"

He blushed and removed the pillow and headed for the shower with her coming along behind him. He entered the shower stall and stood the stall she put the bad down on a ledge. Out of it she pulled a pair of clippers, "Quick hair trim and then the shower. That isn't so bad is it?"

He shook his head and held still as he had the first hair trim he could ever remember. The woman said, "You have lovely hair", as she worked. He couldn't really think of anything to say to that and remained silent. "You should learn to braid it if you don't know how. Your a very handsome lad you know. You'll attract a lot of women some day." He really didn't know how to respond to all of this. She made what was happening sound so normal!

She finished up the trim and let his hair fall back into place and stepped back to admire him for a moment before saying, "Emma, shower on, water to my personal settings." he realized immediately as water came on hitting him with a very brief cold spray that Emma must be the ships computer. With in a second the spray became very warm almost hot and she moved in to join him with a bottle of soap and a wash cloth.

She worked soap into the wash cloth but rather then hand it to him began washing his back. She worked briskly with a gentle touch. She worked his upper body over front and back then kneeled down to better reach the rest of him. From behind him she reached around to his front and the cloth tenderly moved under his balls and she fondled them. He blushed fiercely at both being touched there and the fact that his body responded by his dick rising up as he popped a boner.

She chuckles and ran the cloth once over his hard on making him gasp. "My my you do like that don't you? Well equipped too must be at around five inches long, big for your age", she said rather loudly. Then as she moved on to his thighs she leaned in and said in a whisper, "Kid if you want to live though being Smiths play toy piece of advice, resist his advances and act unwilling but don't take it too far. He beats the ones who are too easy and the ones who make him work too hard to get what he wants." Then she leaned away and washed down his legs and his feet. Then when he thought it was all over he was turned around and she put the cloth though his ass crack! Then she was putting it aside and washing his hair. His hard on lasted the rest of the shower as she rinsed him and helped him dry his hair.

She left him after that saying only as she carried the bad and all its items out, "He will be along in about ten minutes don't fuss with your hair." It was a long ten minutes.

When the door opened again there was Mr. Smith but this time in a black silk robe. He hadn't noticed it before but Mr. Smith was rather non dispirit. Average height brown hair and grey eyes, even average build. But he walked in as if all the worlds were his to command. He smiled at seeing Jacky on the bed pillow once more back in place. "Such a modest boy. You weren't so modest with Angle though. Don't tell me your one of those dreary boys who shies away from other boys?"

Jacky looked at him in confusion. He never had really had a lot of other contact with other boys and had no idea what Smith meant. Smith smiled at his confused looks, "Now surely you know boys your age like to touch each other? Play adult games like doctor?" Jacky still looked blank but he was getting the idea of what Smith was saying.

"Come now nothing to say at all?" Mr. Smith asked.

Jacky answered truthfully, "Nothing I don't think you know already."

Smith laughed, "You mean like can you go home? No of course not. Will I let you go? No, I keep what I own. Am I going to hurt you? Well boy that depends on you." He sat down on the bed next to Jacky. "Now then toss the pillow aside boy. Show me your goods," he finished with a leer.

Jacky shook his head no and Smith just laughed reached out and snatched the pillow away. He looked down at Jacky's dick and grinned. "That's a lad." He undid the tie on his robes belt and let it fall open. "Were all boys here see?" What Jacky saw was that Smith was already half erect and rather large. With a grin seeing him look Smith said, "Want to touch it boy?"

Jacky shook his head and Smiths grin broadened, "Well touch it any ways. Stroke my dick boy." Jacky reached out and cheeks flaming stroked the man's dick, it was firm under his hand and got firmer as he stroked it once. "Keep it up!", Smith ordered and so he kept stroking. He could deal with this he thought.

But then Smith reached out with his own hand and fondled Jacky's limp dick making his cheeks flame brighter. "You ever had an orgasm boy?", Smith asked. Jacky didn't answer to embarrassed to say anything. But Smith responded by giving his limp dick a warning squeeze and saying, "Answer boy!"

"No," he said simply.

"A boy of many words I see. In the future its No Sir or Yes Sir got it?", he instructed. Jacky nodded, and Smith went on with a smirk, "Well maybe not but you sure looked like you wanted to in your shower. Had you ever seen a naked woman before?"

Jacky nodded yes even as he remembered her touch on him and against his will his dick started to stiffen. Once started even though he banished he from his mind the feel of Smiths hand on his dick kept him slowly getting harder. Smiths shark like grin made him see that had been why he had brought her up. "Well now seems you like that don't you boy?"

"Well if ya like that you'll love what were gonna do next," and moved to a kneeling position on the bed his dick practically in Jacky's face. At this distance, he saw in that moment of oh shit what now, that Smiths balls and dick were shaved. "Suck on my cock boy."

Jacky almost panicked at that command, he DID not want that in his mouth! Talk about nasty! But he also realized this was his moment if he kept his cool. He moved as if to take Smith's dick in his mouth his hand went under the pillow to grasp the fork, and then he struck with all the speed he could in the most sensitive spot he could easily reach. All four tines of the fork sank into Smiths ball sack and went through a testicle and he howled.

But before Jacky could get away Smiths fist lashed out with mare speed than his father ever had and smashed into his face like a sludge hammer as he yelled, "You little shit!" Jacky landed on the floor and lay their so stunned he didn't taste the blood right away. He didn't know how long he lay there Dazed before what felt like the hammer of god smashed into his ribs. The last thing he felt was slamming into the wall before everything went black.

*****

Jacky became aware first of pain and for a time that's all he was aware of. But then slowly he became aware of a hospital smell. His eyes felt gummy but he opened them anyways. He looked up at a beige ceiling in confusion. Where was he?

Then he heard a man say, "Doctor Mengele? He's awake." The man sounded close but when he tried to shift his head to look pain made him dizzy and he whimpered. The whimper hurt more and he had to fight to stay silent.

By the time he became aware of things past the pain again he saw a man standing over him. White skinned with black hair with grey streaks he had kindly eyes. "Well now. For someone who did such bodily harm to Mr. Smith you're in pretty good shape. You only came in with a badly broken jaw on one side a dislocation of the jaw on the other, six broken ribs, four broke teeth and a concussion. The good news is that everything is back where it should be except the teeth, I pulled the stumps. Talking however until things have some time to heal will hurt a lot. So will breathing for that matter. I've given you a little something to speed the bone healing along and it should be done in about two weeks. But that is were the good news ends," and the Doctor paused.

"The bad news is that Mr. Smith has ordered that you receive nothing for the pain. What your feeling right now will seem like a stubbed toe if I cut you off from the small dose your getting. I am willing to give you more if you help me out though. I recently came into possession of a k9, and she is not eating. Given the amount of work that went into her surgeries to fix her up as well as what I paid for her I stand to lose quite some investment if she dies. I could of course feed her intravenously but that really will not leave her useful. Following me so far? Just give me a thumbs up or down," he instructed.

Jacky gave a thumbs up wondering where this was all going. The Doctor smiled, "Good lad. Ok here is what I'm going to do. I'll put you in the room with her and boost your pain medication up to the point you can talk. Every day you get her to eat three square meals I keep your pain medication flowing. The less she eats the less the pain medication. Deal?", he asked at the end.

Jacky gave a thumbs up again and the doctor gave him a, "Good lad." With that the doctor took something off a tray nearby and he felt a sting in his arm. Turning the doctor said to someone, "Move him into room eight with the dog. Make sure he is close enough to talk to her. Even with pain medication he isn't going to be able to speak up."

"Yes Doctor," the man's voice from before replied. A few moments later he heard a click and the bed started to roll towards the door and he faded out.

*****

Anita lay on a bed with no idea where she was. People came and went and some talked to her but she didn't listen. She hadn't eaten in a long while but the grumbling of her stomach didn't really matter to her. Nothing mattered not even the pain in her knee or face. She just lay there waiting for the pain in her heart and soul to end. Death she knew would bring peace.

*****

Jacky came to but he didn't know how long it had been, looking around and saw a k9 in a bed of her own. She looked like she had been a stunning husky once. But now part of her head was shaved and stitched, one eye had gauze over it that was tapped into place and one knee was shaved and in a brace with surgical stitching in multiple spots. He lifted himself trying to get a look at what he thought was a shaved shoulder but even though the pain killers he winced and fell back.

He couldn't tell if she was awake of not. Worse perhaps was he wasn't sure what to say to her if she was. He had little experience with any moreau much less a k9. Final and without much hope he just started speaking quietly and calmly, talking about the places he had been to. When that had no response from her he switched to explaining why he needed her to eat. After a time though he found it hurting more and more to talk even in a whisper. After that much to his shame he was reduced to soft whimpers and gasps of pain as each breath felt like a knife in his ribs.

*****

Anita was only vaguely aware when they brought the other person in. He spoke in a calm soothing voice at first but she didn't listen. In time the voice became less calm and more a pleading one then in the end the voice was reduced to whimpers and gasps of pain. Unlike anything else they nagged at her and she felt like she should do something. She tried to tune the sounds out but they always came back to her.

Oddly after a time she heard another voice, this one a vague remembered one from when she was very young. "Do you remember your lessons from this morning little Anita?" Her mother's voice she thought suddenly making the connection.

"Yes mommy," she remembered replying. Her mother had looked at her expectantly and she had gone on to say, "A k9's first duty is to serve their human, the second is to protect the innocent."

"Very good my wonderful little pup. You would have made your daddy proud were he here to see you," he mother had told her. "We were made by humans to serve and protect. It gives us purpose."

Anita lay there and did not want to remember those words. But they hounded her and would not leave her alone. She had served, she cried out in her own mind. I did all that was asked of me! But it was all a lie! He did not love, did not want me and left me here to die!

But insidiously another part of her remembered all the things she had done for her master. She had served yes but had she protected the innocent? What of the shop keeper she had helped master track down. She had not participated in the beating but she had stood by and done nothing. Had the man truly deserved what her Master had done to him? She had told herself of course he had at the time. But had it all been a lie? What of all the other things they had done? If she had failed to do her duty didn't she deserve to die? But as she listened to the whimpers of pain from the bed she felt conflicted. Here was someone who needed help. Wasn't it her duty to help?

*****

Feeling as if she were waking from a dream she opened her eye and blinked slowly as she drew thoughts together she became aware of someone in pain nearby. She shifted slightly on the bed and toke stock. She had lost an eye. One arm was in a sling and trying to move it caused pain. One leg was ridged at the knee, she had a brace there. There were a host of vague aches but nothing more. Sitting up took far more effort than she had ever needed before. Examining the shaved areas on her leg where the stitches were she guessed the surgery must have been at least a week ago, maybe two.

She looked over at the human on the bed next to hers and spent a moment examining him. Stitches on the forehead and jaw. Spectacular bruising on one side of the jaw. She wondered if he had taken a brutal punch. She had seen wounds like that when with a vet getting her own injuries treated. But while she could not tell how old the human was she knew he wasn't an adult and why would anyone hurt a youth that badly? What could he have done that would deserve such a thing. His ribs were rapped as well. Maybe it had been an accident. But if so why was he left here in pain? She knew there was stuff they could give for pain she had had it a time or two.

Then she remembered as if in a dream the youth pleading with her. They would give him nothing for the pain if she did not eat. Why? Why did her eating or not make any difference in his getting something for the pain? She looked at the side of the bed and saw a food tray. She could smell dry food cubes under the tray cover. Even though she always found the things revoltingly nasty her stomach growled its desire for food.

As she ate she looked about taking a look at the room. Four walls no window. Two doors one to the hall she could see though a small window and the other looked to be a bathroom. Some kind of vet center but she had never seen one that treated humans as well. She didn't recognize the place and that was odd. Master had taken her to a number of them over the years she had served him.

No more than a few minutes after she started to eat a man came in and pressed a medicine giving device to the youths arm and left. The youth almost immediately quieted down and sank in to a restful slumber. The man put the device into the pocket of a thin white coat he wore.

He came over and started looking her over as he asked, "How do you feel?"

She responded immediately to his authoritative sounding question with, "Well enough Sir."

The man grunted in irritation and then said, "You may call me Doctor. Have you tried moving your shoulder and if so how did that feel?"

"Yes Doctor, it hurt but not too badly."

"Excellent. The fast heal on the bone has it mostly healed already but its good to hear that it is not bothering you much. I am glad to see you responsive. Your knee is going to take some physical therapy before the leg brace we have on you now can be swapped out for something more flexible. Until then do not put any weight on it or your will damage it, understood?"

"Yes Doctor," she replied obediently.

"Good," he replied curtly and turned back to the youth. He checked a data pad at the foot of the bed and fiddled with some instruments he had in his pockets. She had seen vets act this way before with animals in their care. Then the doctor left long enough to come back in with a number of other instruments and spent more time working on the youth before finally leaving for what seemed to be the time being.

She watched over the youth with nothing else to do and no way to mark time she was unsure how long it was before the youth stirred awake. He looked about and then saw her sitting up on her bed watching him. He smiled at her in the human way a baring of teeth that had in come from one of her own she would have taken as a threat. "Your awake!", he said no loader than a whisper. She heard him clearly of course but she wasn't sure a human would have, they had such poor hearing compared to k9s.

"Yes," she replied simply. The youth shifted on the bed and winced as she watched.

After a moment when she said nothing else he licked his lips and asked, "Can I have some water?"

She thought about that for a moment, there was water on the side table and a cup and straw as well as a bowl for her. Given she couldn't use a straw and cups were awkward at best she guess he could. How ever while cup and water were in reach she couldn't reach him from her bed. Doctor had said she could not put weight on her knee but not that she could not stand though. She stood up carefully bracing herself and shifted so she could lean on the side table; she poured water for him and passed him the cup.

"Thank you," he whispered with gratitude. She was surprised at his thanks. He had asked her to do something and she had, she had never been thanked before for doing as requested. The opposite in fact if she wasn't quick enough about it. Then he asked, "What happened to you?"

She wasn't supposed to talk about the fights. Master had told her that it was their business and no one else's. But at the same time master had left her. She thought about it and after a few moments dragged by the youth said, "If you don't want to talk about it that's ok. What's your name?"

She sighed in relief at not having to answer how she had gotten this way. "Anita."

He smiled again and said, "It's a nice name Anita." He put the cup in reach on a table and said, "I'm sorry Anita but I am very tiered do you mind if I go to sleep?"

She looked at the human stupefied, he was asking her permission? He fell asleep as she watched saving her from answering. Why did this youth treat her so? He had thanked her, told her not to worry about answering a question when it had distressed her and, then asked her permission to do something. She looked at him mystified and sat back down on her bed.

No one that she could remember had ever asked her for her permission to do anything. It had always been her asking permission to do things. From if it was ok to eat or sleep, to going to the bathroom her life had been controlled by others. She simply did not know how to respond to his questions and the odd feeling his asking them stirred in her.

*****

Anita had been watching the youth for a while when she sniffed the air and frowned. Did she smell sickness? Yes she did and, looking more closely at the youth she saw that he was sweating. It was cool in the room she new. She could feel the cool air though the shaved spots in her fur. But what to do about it? The Doctor had said he would know if he was needed, even as she thought that the Doctor came in.

He moved to the youths bed and did doctor things. She seen many vets do their work and doctors were vets for humans. Or so she had been told. She fretted as he worked and final raised her good hand looking for permission to ask a question.

It took a while before the Doctor noticed and asked somewhat grumpily, "What is it?"

"Is there anything I can do for him Doctor?", she asked diffidently, unsure if she would be allowed to help.

The Doctor looked at her for long moments clearly thinking. Then finally said, "You may sit on the side of his bed and hold his hand. Talk to him quietly it might sooth him. It certainly will not hurt. If he asks for water give him what will be in the pitcher we bring. Do you understand?"

She nodded and slip off of her bed over to his to sit on its edge, as the Doctor responded, "Good." He left them then saying as he went, "This may last as long as week, I shall be keep an eye on him."

She sat with him and even slept on the edge of his bed through the days of his sickness. She sang softly to him all during this time, she did not know many but sang them over and over. She gave him the stuff in the pitcher when he asked for water and helped him in and out of bed when he needed to use the bathroom. The only time she was away was when she was doing her physical therapy.

*****

By the time a hand of days had passed it seemed he was getting better. He was mumbling less in his sleep and his sleep seemed sounder. The bruises on his face had faded noticeably from the black and purples to sickly looking greens and yellows that the Doctor said were normal for a human who had been bruised.

It was late at night when his soft moan woke her up. She sat up on the side of the bed listening not sure at first what had woke her up. Then she heard his soft moan again and looked closely at him. They did not sound like the moans he made when sick. She did not think she had heard such moans before.

She saw something move under the sheet near his waist and frowned reaching for the sheet. Had a rodent gotten into the bed? She didn't smell one but she pulled back the sheet to see what was moving. Looking down at his waist she saw that his maleness was not laying there limply as she was used to seeing it but stiff and swollen with something clear leaking from the pee hole. He groaned again as she was looking and his maleness flexed and more of the clear stuff seeped from his pee hole followed immediately by a spurt of the stuff with traces of white in it. He spurted five or six times producing so much of the stuff it ran off his belly and onto the sheets.

It did not smell like pee. Nor did he smell of sickness. What was it? Then suddenly the youth who's name she had learned was Jackie woke up.

*****

Jacky woke up suddenly to the feeling of his dick being so hard it hurt, more at that moment than his jaw or ribs. In the same moment he realized he had just had a wet dream and that Anita had his sheet pulled back exposing the mess he had just made. He snatched the sheet and covered himself with it as he shouted, "Don't look at me!"

He saw he flinch and turn away immediately and he instantly regretted shouting at her. Her shoulders slumped she started to get off the bed when he said, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have shouted at you like that. I didn't mean it the way it came out. You can look at me just not there when I've um got a boner, ok?" He had, over the last few weeks, gotten used to being naked around everyone but he didn't think he would ever be comfortable with someone seeing him sexually aroused like that.

She turned back to him and he saw the confusion in her eyes. He had seen it a couple of times and had yet to figure out what the cause was. It didn't seem connected to any one subject that he could see. Then he thought to ask, "Do you want to stay on my bed?"

She blinked and then answered his question with a question, "Do you want me too?" he thought about that a took long enough that she started to get off the bed.

"Wait. Do you like being on the bed with me?", he asked her. When she nodded, he patted the bed in clear invitation. She sank back down onto the bed next to him. He wasn't sure how he felt about her being there but she had been nice to him and if she liked it he wouldn't deni her such a simple pleaser. It was then that the orderly came in.

She held out a sample vial and said with a leer combined with a smirk "If you would put some of that semen in here please." In such a matter of fact tone that that Jacky was a moment understanding what the woman had just said.

Jacky's blush reached epic proportions in that moment and he wanted to crawl away and die. The orderly knew about and may have even seen him having his wet dream. He had never been so humiliated. He was so embarrassed as a matter of fact that when the orderly stepped back and went pale it took a moment for him to understand why. There was a menacing growl coming from next to him.

He turned his head slowly and wondered where the meek diffident k9 had gone. Anita's lips were pulled back from what he realized were a very impressive set of fangs and there was an air of menace and eminent violence about her. Her eyes look very feral and wild he thought. He shrank away his embarrassment instantly forgotten in that moment replaced by pure terror.

Facts flashed though his mind. The scars that he had thought were from fighting. Her catatonia when he was brought in. Now she radiated violence with such intensity that he feared she would rip into him. Was she unstable? Was he laying in a bed next to a crazy k9 who was about to go berserk?

But hot on the heels of those thoughts was a sudden insight. Her attention was focused entirely on the orderly. Something in her actions had triggered this response. But what? Even as he had that insight she turned and looked at him with confusion, her lips sliding back down to cover her fangs. He had a second further insight. It was not what the orderly had done by itself, it was his reaction to what the orderly had asked of him. She had threatened the orderly thinking she meant harm to him.

Some of his embarrassment returned as he held out his hand for the container. He knew if she attacked an orderly they wouldn't hesitated to kill her or something worse. When the container was put into his hand by a cautious hand he slipped it under the sheet and did his best to get as much of his spooge into the container as he could. He then passed it over to the orderly, she still looked shaken but took the specimen jar.

As the woman turned to go he suddenly asked, "Can I have access to a data pad?"

The orderly shrugged, "No reason why not. I will be back with one in a moment. I need to put the sample in storage for the Doctor."

Once the woman had left he looked to Anita and asked, "Are you ok?"

She looked confused at that and answered, "Yes. I'm sorry I frightened you." She hung her head and the set of her shoulders suggested she was waiting for a blow. He had seen abused people before and her behavior seemed a lot like theirs most of the time. Had the person who owned her before abused her for every mistake? It certainly seemed like she expected a blow any time she did something she thought was wrong.

"It's ok, i just didn't expect you to act like that. You were trying to protect me weren't you?", he asked her. She gave a slight nod. He sat up and reached to hug her. She flinched from his hands but stilled and then seemed confused again. He ignored the confusion and said softly, "Thank you. But be careful, please. I don't want to see you hurt, and they might if you threaten them." He saw the awareness of that in her eyes and a frightening indifference to it. So he added hastily and softly, "If they hurt you, you won't be able to help me when I really need it." He could see her thinking that one over.

The orderly opened the door again and when she saw she had Jacky's attention, tossed him the data pad and left without coming into the room. Jacky found that worrying as she had always come all the way in before without hesitation. He was sure in that moment that the Doctor would be hearing about this.

Jacky spent the rest of the night awake and busy with the data pad. He had no outside network access with the pad or access to anything but a big entertainment file selection, but that didn't bother him. He wasn't just good with mechanical stuff. Keeping a ship in good shape required being good with computers too and in truth he was better with them than anything. He wasn't sure what his future held in the next few days but he was determined not to quietly accept what others had planned for him, just as determined to find a way to escape. The Doctor hadn't said he was going back to Mr. Smith any time soon but his injuries were healing well and it couldn't be to much longer. So he started hacking into the local data net searching for answers.

As he worked though the night Anita slept on the side of the bed and he noticed that she always had some body part contacting his as if needing reassurance he was still there. He wondered in an idle moment if that was normal or not for k9's. When he had a chance he really needed to find more information on them.

*****

Jacky was still working in the data pad the next morning when an orderly came in. He had a wheel chair for Anita, and Jacky stopped his work on the data pad saying, "Not much in the way of educational vids in your system. Is she having her therapy early today?"

The orderly helped Anita into the chair with cautiously and Jacky spotted at least one more in the hall. The man responded, "Yes just had to reschedule around something else."

He saw Anita stiffen and guessed that she had detected something in the answer that he hadn't. He waved at her and could only say, "Hope to see you back soon."

After they left he worked as fast as he could on the data pad as fast as he could. The hospital clearly had good computer security, making it painfully slow going. He kept at it and when he heard in the distance his shoulders hunched and he worked to stay focused. It was the hardest thing he had ever done he thought.

*****

Anita did indeed go to physical therapy first, but she knew there would be more than that. The orderly's tension had been strong and she could have smelled it even without him being so close. Because she was distracted with what would come after he therapy session dragged on for longer than normal and the RN in charge noticed her lack of focus. but they did switch her to a flexible knee brace at the end saying she was ready for it.

After the therapy session however they took her not back to the room she and Jacky had shared for a so long but to a different room. This one made the unadorned hospital room look good. The walls were bare plastacrete work and the floor bare plastacrete with only a drain in one corner. In the center of the room was the only piece of furniture a shiny table with straps on it that was suspended from the ceiling by machinery.

The orderly in charge assisted her onto the table and strapped her down. She considered resisting knowing that nothing good was coming, but years of obeying without question made her hesitate. Jacky had also asked her not to do anything that might bring punishment down on her so she submitted even though her instincts warned her it would be bad.

The orderly left her strapped down to the table without a word and it was some time before someone came in after that. The Doctor look a little harried and had a clear air of displeasure about him. With out saying anything to her, he came over and pressed a device to her bad leg just above the knee. She felt the familiar pinch of meds being given and her leg went limp. She looked at it in shock, still able to feel it but it would not respond to even her best effort to move it.

As she learned this the Doctor moved to her side and put more meds into her, this time in her upper arms belly and, thighs. She didn't feel any different in those areas though. He then slipped what looked like a shinny collar from one pocket and slipped it around her neck working with it until it was very snug. She heard click of metal and tugged one to see that it was secure.

The Doctor stepped back after that and took what looked like a vid system remote from his pocket. He pressed buttons and the table brought her upright and then tilted her slightly forward, leaving the straps as the only thing from keeping her from falling off the table. He stepped around to be directly in front of her and said, "It seems we have a bit of a discipline problem. All humans are above you and I think you know that. But what it does seem you don't know is that Jacky is not your concern. The staff of this hospital is. If a staff member is having a problem you help them out. If a patent is having a problem the only time you help out is at a staff members specific instruction to do so. Is that clear?"

She nodded. Not in agreement but in understanding, she wondered if the Doctor would understand that.

The Doctor, nodded to himself, and then said, "This is the punishment for not doing as told." The control lifted up as if to turn off a vid unit and he pressed a button.

All thought stopped as a pain engulfed her entire body. She howled her agony and thrashed desperate to get away from the pain that seemed to come from everywhere at once. The pain beyond anything she could imagine, as if her whole body burned and, it seemed to go on forever.

As suddenly as it had started it stopped and she hung limply in the table straps. At some point she had pissed and shit herself as she thrashed. She panted from the effort of the thrashing and looked up at the Doctor's chest. She went no further thinking that this man would not accept casual transgressions lightly. When she had recovered a little he said, "Now then, if I tell you to rip the boy's throat out, that what you will do is it not?"

She shook her head no even knowing what would come for the defiance. She saw him raise the control and much to her shame a whimper escaped before the pain took her again. She thrashed and bucked in agony, in place where time no longer had meaning.

When the agony ended the question was asked again. She held close to the memories of being groomed by Jacky, of his asking her opinion, and even apologizing to her. To being treated like she was more than an object. So she answered no to the question over and over. Over and over the pain came again. She begged for it to stop pleaded and even begged to die in the end. The more pain she was subjected to the tighter she held to the memories.

She didn't know how long it went on. Her perception of the world reduced itself to pain and trembling expectation of pain. Each time the pain took her it felt like it was chipping away at something; weakening something inside of her until something broke and she fled the pain. When the pain ended she didn't hear or see anything.

*****

Jacky worked though out the rest of the day and into the night. He could feel his exhaustion as if it were a beast in the shadows waiting to pounce and drag him to sleep. But he fought the need to sleep with the memories of the agonized howls that had come from somewhere on the same floor as him.

He checked the time. At last he thought as he slipped off the bed with the data pad in hand. He opened the door and looked both ways. The hallway was clear and the orderly was away from the front desk having just started her rounds.

He blushed a little stepping onto the hallway naked, the hospital staff never having given him so much as a hospital gown. He moved down the hallway his bare feet silent on the tile floor as he went down to the pharmacy closet for the wing. Using codes on his data pad he popped the electronic lock to the door and slipped in shutting the door behind him as he went.

He looked around the room for a good sized box. When he found one he dumped it out and went over the shelves filled with all kinds of medications and drugs. He started with ones he knew would be handy to have and then shifted to ones that had a lot of value as he filled the box up. Hefting the box to check the weight he slipped out of the closet after checking it was clear.

He moved down the hall caring the box of drugs, and spotted another item on his list. He paused at the gurney and tucked the box onto the bottom shelf. Before pushing the gurney down the hallway in front of him. It took him a few minutes before he found the equipment storage room. Once again he used his data pad to pop the electronic lock and slip in pushing the gurney in with him.

He was far more selective in this room, taking a medical scanning wand, a medical data pad and hyposprays. He then riffled though the boxes to see what else there was. Finding nothing that he thought he could use or get good value for he got ready to leave packing everything into another box on the gurney when he noticed a box in the back with dust on it.

Checking inside he found a box or scrubs for orderlies. He pulled a shirt out and checked the tag. Extra large and he sighed in disgust but pulled it on anyways. It hung almost down to his knees but he tied the belt tight on it and wore it anyways. It did after all beat nothing at all, even it did feel odd to wear clothing after a month or more without any. Checking the rest of the box he found pants so large they would be a hindrance and more large shirts. He checked the time before leaving the storage room and then muttered a curse. It was all taking too long.

He moved quickly as he could down the hall to where he had mapped out Anita's room, and tried to ignore the fact that the shirt was rubbing his dick in a most distracting way. His cheeks flushed as he popped a boner walking down the hall. He tried to keep his mind of the feel of the fabric rubbing across the tip of his dick, even going so far as to remove a hand from guiding the gurney to hold the shirt away hopping his boner would go away quickly. He quickly had to put both hands back on the gurney to guide it as it tried to swerve being too heavy for him to guide with one hand.

He turned down the last hallway to Anita's room the front of his shirt showing a wet spot as precum moistened it. He couldn't keep his mind of the growing need to rub his dick against the fabric and sense of building up to something as he walked down the hall. He paused as with a gasp he spooged; his spooge splashing the inside of his shirt as he spurted; his knees feeling weak with his orgasm. His cheeks burned with shame at having had his first orgasm here and now. He prayed no one saw him now for another reason. As soon as he felt steady he opened the door to her room and slipped himself and the gurney inside as quickly as possible.

He looked around the room and shuddered; it looked like something out of a bad vid where the hero gets tortured. Looking at Anita he wondered though if that wasn't the purpose of the room. She was a mess and, while the floor had been cleaned no effort had been spent on her.

He checked her vitals with the medical wand and found that other than the fact that she had muscle strain and fatigue that she had a fervor. He tried shacking her awake and when that didn't get a response he gave her a stimulant from the medical supplies. Her eyes opened and he saw that she had a vague unfocused look in them.

"Anita come on girl let's get you out of here. Come over onto the gurney!", he ordered in a soft firm voice, feeling desperate. When she didn't respond he started moving her over himself. He grunted as he rolled her bodily onto the gurney, "Fuck you weigh a ton!"

He arranged her as neatly as he could and hopped being on her belly wasn't uncomfortable for her. He checked the time and swore, "Bloody fucking hell!" The orderly would have found him missing in the last few minutes. How long till she raised the alarm? He took a moment to check the medical data pad and prep a hypospray.

He wheeled Anita out into the hallway and made for the service elevators as quickly as he could. He needed more time he was thinking as he got to the elevators. She would raise the alarm any moment and; his thought were abruptly cut off as a hand came down on his shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise.

A voice said angrily, "Where have you been you little punk?"' and he was spun around to face the woman.

He didn't think and just acted in that moment; he slapped the hypospray to her arm and activated it. She snarled, "What did you have in that you little shit?" She shook him for emphasis with each word. Then she got a shocked expression as she lost her grip on his shoulder and staggered. she looked drunk s she tried to maintain her balance but she dropped only moments later as the muscle relaxants reached every part of her system.

Jacky looked in horror at the hypospray as he realized he had just given her everything in it. The he turned the look at the woman and muttered, "Oh shit," as he saw how perfectly still she lay. If she wasn't dead yet she would be soon. He pushed the down button feeling queasy.

******

Jacky got them out of the elevator on the parking garage level and headed for the vehicle maintenance area and grabbed tool quickly. he added them to the gurney and then went over to an unmarked patient transport. He loaded Anita up in the back and popped the hood. He disabled the on board com system.

He got in and used the keys he had grabbed while in the maintenance bay and started it up. Even as the vehicle's engine came alive he spent a moment linking his pad to the on board computer and used the codes he had stolen to give him full control of the van. He instructed the computer to darken all the windows and take him to the space port.

As the van drove out of the parking garage and down the street he saw behind him the gates rolling down. Closer than he liked but he was away and with the vans com down no way for anyone to override his control, once they knew it was gone. He wondered how long it would take security to realize they were seeing the vid from the night before.

*****

He changed the van's destination long before he got to the space port. He went into a nice area and found a bank ATM and withdrew all the cash he could get out of it using the account codes he had stolen at the hospital. He worked quickly and made sure his face was never visible to the camera. Not that they wouldn't know who had done it but it would slow things down he hopped.

Putting the cash in a box he moved on quickly this time heading for a seedy area. Once he found a parking lot that looked long unused and was not visible to traffic he pulled the plug on the GPS system. It meant that if he passed a cop he would get pulled over but they couldn't use the system to locate the van.

He moved on though after that looking for a place miles away from where he had done that. He found that the city had an amazing amount of abandoned buildings and the city as a hole felt run down and poor. He settled on an older building that had clearly been abandoned but still was boarded and showed no signs of being broken into, that had roll up doors in the back big enough for a van to be parked inside.

He looked around the area and found a door that wasn't boarded up, probably the way whoever had been tending the building got in and out. He pulled out his pad and while keeping an eye out on the door ran a program on the pad. It took a few minutes for it to guess the right sequence of numbers to pop the door but once it was open Jacky slipped in and got the roll up door to the warehouse open and brought the van in.

Once he had that done he secured everything once more and searched the building to make sure it was abandoned. With that done and checked off his mental list he went back and spent time cleaning up Anita who had at some point passed out in the night. Well if you could call it passing out when you hadn't seemed aware in the first place. He groomed her with care and checked her over with the medical scanner. She wasn't in good shape as her fever was worse, and still showed signs of utter exhaustion. He tried to remove the collar but could not find a release anywhere on it.

He yawned hugely and knew she wasn't the only one who was drained. He took the stained shirt off and got up on the gurney with her, hopping his presence would comfort her. He drifted to sleep his fuzzy mind still working at plans to keep from being caught again.

*****

Jacky started to bolt upright as a howl of agony woke him, but Anita's thrashing knocked him from the gurney to the floor with a resounding thump. He scrambled up off the floor and grabbed the medical scanner. He ran it over he as he avoided her flailing limbs as best as he could. A black eye later he the medical pad told him that she was suffering pain induced from an unknown source.

Jacky reached for the collar and tried to get a firm grip on it to pull it off. But when his fingers slipped under it felt like he screamed as it felt like they had just been cut off or something and he snatched his hand back on purely involuntary reflexes. A moment later Anita collapsed back to the gurney half on and half off of it, out cold.

Jacky checked his fingers and found they were all still there. He shook his hand the memory of the pain in the front of his mind, as he looked the collar over much more closely this time. The collar was made of one inch squares that were linked together in a fashion he had seen with jewelry. It took a lot of careful examination but he found the latch and muttered a very deeply felt, "God dam fucking bastards!" The lock was a spring catch mechanism with no way to open it back up after it had been secured.

He cleaned Anita up again before settling down to search the data he had taken from the hospital computers. It took time but her found the collar and information on it; under the entry pain induction collar. The collar was designed to stimulate any pain nerves that passed 'near' it, in effect activating them. The level of pain could be controlled to a very fine degree, from discomfort to maximum pain. They were used as a behavior modification tool with k9s and were in the final stages of experimentation. Once on they had to be cut off and could not be taken far from their control unit without triggering an escape alert in the collar. When the alert triggered it would activate the collar once every twelve hours after that for ninety seconds.

Jacky found the physical construction specs and swore, the collar was made with a new process that put carbon nanotubes into the base material increasing the material durability tremendously. The collar would need industrial grade tools for him to cut it off.

Jacky sat back and tried to think hard but he found it hard to focus and his thoughts kept wandering. As he formed ideas and though them out he realized he had popped a aching boner and frowned down at it. Then while staring at his dick an idea hit him. He could order the tools he needed form an online store. He could do it from a public terminal once it got dark with an overnight shipping delivery.

Of course everything would have to go right to get things done in a timely manner. He couldn't go to a public terminal wearing nothing but an over sized shirt so he had to find at least something to cover his ass. Pants or shorts it didn't matter but he had to find something. He dug though the boxes and found the pants from the scrubs. He tried them on but it didn't take a genius to know he would stand out like a sore thumb like this. Attention would be bad so he needed to find something else.

He put a shirt on and searched the building again much more carefully this time. On an upper floor he found a place where someone had been holed up at one time, but outside some women's panties he didn't find any clothing.

Looking down at the panties on the floor his boner flex and the ache came back worse than before. He looked down and saw that he had a damp spot on the front of the shirt he was wearing. He tugged the shirt off being alone as he was and rubbed his boner with his palm. The feeling of his palm sliding along his boner made him gasp and he snatched his hand away in shock. It had felt too good, and Jacky had other things he needed to do besides play with himself.

Jacky headed down to a shower he had seen and checked to see if the water was on. Finding that the building had running water he stood under the cold spray until his boner went away. He wondered if puberty was like this for all boys or just him. Jacky checked outside and saw that the sun wasn't all the way down yet and that the shadows weren't as deep as they could be. He slipped back inside and spent the time waiting with Anita, holding her hand as she slept.

*****

Jacky slipped out of the building and moved down the alley with a small flashlight he had found in the glove box. He stayed to the shadows and kept the light off as he looked for what he wanted. In time he found it and moved up as quietly as he could.

He watched the cardboard boxes being used for shelter and saw a boy his own size come out and head down the alley. He waited till the boy was busy with his fly a hundred yards down and looked in the box the boy had come out of. He did have some spare cloths and Jacky grabbed a shirt and pants from the pile trying not to focus on how things smelled as he dropped some cash on the pile. Jacky slipped out but as he was leaving the boy yelled at him and Jacky took off at a dead run.

The boy chased him for a three or four blocks before giving it up, and Jacky heaved gasped in relief as well as for air. Jacky leaned against the wall of a building and slipped the pants on as he regained his breath. The pants literally felt grimy and Jacky dearly wished he didn't have to wear them. He put the shirt on as well and his skin crawled with the feel of it. It was slimy in places. Jacky really didn't want to wear it but he did.

Jacky moved out of the shadows after putting his cash in his pants pockets. He walked down the street looking for a public terminal when he saw something that drew his eye. A man was selling electronics out of the back of a small van, including GPS units and pads. He walked up and tried to act natural as he asked, "How much for a data pad and GPS unit?"

The man looked him over and shrugged, "One k for the both."

Jacky paid the man and left quickly not liking the way the man was eyeing him speculatively. He got around a corner and got back into the shadows as quickly as he could heading back to the building the van was in without going strait there.

He settled in next to Anita and started working on the new data pad. The new pad bought from someone who clearly wasn't tracking his sales would be anonymous on the data network. He searched for and found a company that acted as a warehouse store that could supply pretty much anything on short notice. He shopped as quickly as he could, pausing only when Anita was shocked for the second time sense the escape.

After he finished his order he cleaned up Anita and went and washed the clothing he had been wearing as thoroughly as he could in the showers. After putting them aside to dry he took a warm shower and took some water back to Anita. Food was definitely an issue he thought. Hopefully the order would come in the morning and he could eat soon after that. He grinned to himself as he made the water available to Anita, soon he would be able to do a lot more.

*****

Jacky watched the delivery truck drive up and the driver hop out. He felt himself start to stiffen looking at her, she was young blond and shapely, and his imagination ran wild for a moment what she would look like naked. He shook his head to clear it and activated his data pad, linking to the one she carried. In the short time his mind had wondered she had gotten out her data pad to look at something; delivery details he thought. He sent her instructions and crossed his fingers, hoping she would follow them.

He watched as her data pad beeped an incoming message and she clearly brought it up to read it. She looked up and looked around for a moment then shrugged and began unloading his order. When she was done Jacky dragged his mind back from wondering what it would be like to do her and sent her a new set of instructions for the payment.

After reading the instructions she looked about and spotted the box in one corner and checked its contents. Watching her kneel down left him achingly hard and desperate for a run to the showers; he bit his lip in frustration. He had to focus! She typed out a reply to his message asking about the signature and he replied that the 'tip' was to cover that little irregularity. He saw her add up the cash again and then shrug and pocket the extra. She got in her delivery van and took off much to Jacky's relief.

Jacky slipped out of the deep shadows he had been in and started getting the delivery behind locked door, separating out the item he needed first and foremost. Once everything was inside he took the dremel and the diamond edged cutting attachment to Anita. Checking the time he swore, it was less than ten minutes till the collar went off again.

He began cutting as quickly as he could. He slipped a one of the scrubs shirts under her collar so if he slipped he had something between her and the tool. It wasn't what he would have liked but what he had that would fit in the tine space between collar and neck.

The cutting was slow going and he nicked her neck twice before it happened. The collar went off while he was cutting and he screamed his own pain as Anita howled. He dropped the tool and its safety switch tuned it off even as he snatched his other hand away. He kept out of the way as Anita thrashed and got back to cutting if at a more careful pace once it was over. In the end it took him nearly thirty minutes and three blades to get the collar off of her.

He spent a moment examining the collar and found that the device had been designed with redundant power leads. That explained why the collar had still worked even though he had cut into it. As he looked it over more he noted that there was a logo stamped into the back of each of the squares. He took a picture of the logo and then chucked the collar.

He went back and got all the supplies loaded in the van, working quickly. He had lingered longer than he liked as was cutting the collar off, and was eager to be away. While he had no reason to think he might be linked to the delivery someone out there might put two and two together. Some time in the last four hours the hospital he had been at had talked to local police and news release had been made. His face was now in the media and he needed to move on.

Once everything was loaded he spent a moment to make sure the GPS he had put in was working and then left. He only went about three miles before looking for a new place to hid but this spot was only to be temporary and he was in a bit of a rush. Once the van was hidden away he got the cloths he had ordered out and got dressed.

He looked at himself critically in a mirror and wished he had taken the time to dye his hair before leaving. Instead he brained his hair and styled it following a girls fashion guide from the local net. He sighed and looked again in the mirror. A dress really was a good disguise he thought but he felt dam queer wearing one.

Still he thought he would be interested in a girl who looked like this. Then he shook his head checks flushing even as he felt his dick stiffening. Focus! Keep your mind on the task at hand.

He went out and got food for them both. He feed Anita and breathed a sigh of relief when she responded to the food with enough animation to eat what was feed to her with a fork. She drifted off to sleep again while he ate his own meal. With that out of the way he got started on the next step.

He stripped the paint off the van with a sand blaster and then spent time with a small sledge hammer putting dents in the previously pristine van. He then used auto body filler and did a rough fill job. Then he painted the van grey mixing black and white primer, where he hadn't damaged anything. Looking his work over he thought it would be very had to id the vehicle from its original description. It would have been better if it was registered and insured but so long as no one pulled him over he was golden.

He then pulled out his data pad and spent time studying maps and camp ground info. Once he found what he was looking for he set up driving directions and put them into the vans computer. With a last check if his supplies he headed out for an area that he had identified as large mostly uninhabited and legal to camp in. He had always wanted to go camping and now seemed his chance.

*****

Anita drifted in a strange place filled with mist and odd shapes; less seen and more sensed. From time to time she heard a friendly voice and she moved towards it sensing that it was important to find that voice. She felt lost and confused, but the pain had stopped. Over the sound of some kind of tool she remembered hearing that friendly voice saying it would all be better soon.

She didn't know how long it took to find her way to that voice, but she hurried as over time it gained an increasing note of worry in it. She wasn't certain when but in time she realized it was Jacky's voice she had been following. She longed to return to him, to make sure he was safe.

But in following his voice she suddenly paused remembering why she had fled. Would he be save from her? She understood in a vague way what the Doctor had been trying to do, had he succeeded? She didn't think so but how could she be sure? She closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind as clearly as she could. She couldn't imagine hurting him and thinking of doing so made her want to whine.

She opened her eyes and was surprised to see an image of him there in front of her. She leaned forward and sniffed but he had no smell and when she reached out to touch him he had passed though the image. She looked about but other than the mist there did not seem to be anything else about. Strange as it was she moved around the image and continued to follow his voice.

As his voice got more clear and loader she started to feel things. Hunger was first and strongest; she wondered how long it had been sense she ate. Then she felt a different sensation, this one more hidden in part by the hunger. A stirring of desire for something but she wasn't sure what. She knew it was something she had felt a time or two before but only distantly and nothing like this. She followed his voice uncertain to what it was she felt but something in her said he could help.

*****

Jacky had found a secluded place five miles from the open road. The trees provided plenty of cover from being seen casually and the scenery was spectacular. The spot had a babbling brook with in ten yards of were he had parked the van, and was sheltered from weather buy a cliff on one side, a steep hill on the other. Birds sang in the tree's and the wild life had been right up to the van after the first day. Including some kind of bear and after that fright Jacky had looked very carefully when ever stepping out.

Jacky had been out here for three days now and had picked up a routine. He feed a meal to Anita in the morning got her cleaned up and took her out in the woods. Thankfully she went out there and not in the van but she was still showing no real sign of awareness. Then once she was safely back in bed he explored the area for about two hours; most of his life had been on ship or space stations and he couldn't resist taking all the life around him in. Then it was around noon and he feed them both again and spent time grooming her. He would spend an hour or so reading though the Doctors files taking notes and looking up all the technical terms he didn't understand or at least as many as he could. Then he would spend a until dark sitting in a tree quietly to see what came out of the forest to the stream for water. Then he would once again feed them both and take her out to use the woods. After getting her set up in bed he would move her knee per what he had of her physical therapy notes. Last before bed was more study of the Doctors notes.

That study was becoming increasingly frustrating and necessary. Jacky's had been unable to find their files at first. Everyone was just a patient number, with no names. It wasn't until he did a search by injuries that he had found their files. He had originally done so to see if a course of action had been recommend for Anita's fever. He had found nothing other than to keep her hydrated and to monitor her condition. It wasn't until the lips of her pussy had gotten swollen that he had rechecked them. When he didn't find anything on that in her files he did a net data search and learned that it was an indication she was in heat. He had relaxed until he got to the part where drugs had to be used and that they only took at most twelve hours to put a female k9 in heat. They had escaped almost three days before that.

He had gone back and searched the files by her patient number after that. He had found that the files he had been looking at were the files available to the orderlies and nurses. The Doctors files had included a great deal more information. In those files he had learned that the Doctor had experimented on them both. In Anita's case her heat was a genetic alteration, she now had a gland that was producing the needed drug to bring her into heat and it would keep her that way. The Doctor hadn't said why directly but some side notes suggested it was a long term behavior study.

The notes on Jacky however had been frustratingly technical and seemed vague. The notes made it clear he had done something to him, but not what. He knew he had extra glands that he hadn't before but their purpose was never clearly stated. The only thing he had been able to figure out so far was that his wet dream had apparently represented a imbalance in hormone levels caused by the experiment. So now at least he knew why he woke up achingly hard, and once even done something he had been glade that Anita had not been aware for. He wasn't sure how he would explain having dry humped her belly in his sleep. Had he been further down it might have not been dry humping. He wondered if the hormone imbalance was why he had so much trouble focusing recentlyand if so how he could fix it.

On top of all that he needed to come up with a way off planet. The search for him would die down but space port security would still have him on file. That meant going through a security check point at the port was out of the question. Some how he didn't see the local police as being any help, first if they were going to be so questions already should have been asked and second he had killed that orderly. He didn't know how much evidence there was of that but he was pretty sure it didn't matter. All that left him the problem of how he was going to get off planet.

Frustratingly he couldn't keep his mind on anything for any length of time. He would get side tracked by the least of things, sounds, sights, thoughts or his dick. He and the cold stream had many meetings as he soaked in the cold water. But it was taking longer now and he was getting boners more and more easily. He was lucky if he went for fifteen minutes without his concentration breaking. Or finding himself thing about something other than the matter at hand.

Jacky sighed and checked the time then climbed down from his chosen tree for the day. It was time to make dinner and he started back to camp. Around a hundred yards away he came over a small rise and stopped. There in a small clearing he could see a stag and a female deer. It took him a moment to remember that they were called does. He stopped and watched them.

They seemed unconcerned by his presence and the stag was busily sniffing the doe's rump. The doe took a step forward and spread her hind legs. The stag turned to move behind the doe and Jacky saw that the stag had a boner. Long and thin it dripped fluid from the tip in the moments before the stag rose up and bucked his hips at the doe. The angle was just right and Jacky glimpsed the bucks dick go into the doe's pussy. Then the stag dropped back down and they walked calmly off into the woods.

Jacky's boner ached and in that moment he hated the stag more than anything in the world. He knew what his body wanted and it was what the stag had just gotten. He wanted to fuck so bad it hurt but there were no girls around much less willing ones. He pulled the shorts he was wearing down, to finally do what he should have done all along, jack off. But stopped as an idea popped into his head.

Anita might not be a girl or at least not a human girl but she had a pussy. He could fuck her, it's not like she would know! He actually had his shorts back up and taken a step towards camp before he stopped; shocked at what he was planning on doing.

Had he just planned to rape Anita? To take advantage of her state so he could fuck her? Jacky had to reach out and steady himself on a tree as he suddenly felt ill. He had to fight to keep from barfing right then and there. Jacky got his belly to settle down and walked slowly back to camp feeling scared and confused.

*****

Anita opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling for a moment before she realized she was in some kind of vehicle. She blinked and sat up slowly taking everything in. She could smell Jacky all over and the strong scents of wild growing things mixed with a camp fire but most of all she smelled food. She could hear bird song outside, sweet music to her ears. Water tumbling over stones in a soft gurgle and splash not far away. The inside of the vehicle looked to be some kind of fancy van. The back door was open and she saw trees and lush under brush. She saw Jacky working at a fire.

She got up and a towel fell from about her waist. She leaned over careful and picked it up and put it on the cot she had been sleeping on. She felt steady enough but week and knee was defiantly not up to speed yet. She stepped out of the van on soft feet and moved up next to Jacky as he stirred a pot. She sniffed and the smell of people food made her drool. She looked about but so no k9 rations or kibble. She asked in a soft hopeful voice, "Food?", without thinking things though.

Jacky let out a yelp of surprise and leapt strait up knocking the pot over. Only Anita's quick reflexes allowed her grab it before it spilled. She carefully put the pot back on the stand over the fire and cringed automatically at the expected blow. When none came she looked at Jacky and mumbled, "Sorry," as softly as she could. He looked ashamed and embarrassed; she held back a whine.

"You scared me Anita that's all its ok," he said his expression changing to one of joy. "I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up. I'm glad you did," his voice filled with enormous relief.

She gave him a grin and then asked again, "Food?" Her stomach growled as to make her point and she ducked her head shyly feeling rather forward in asking for some reason.

He gave her a human grin and then to her shock served her a bowl from the pot. He held it out to her and she looked down at it and then at him questioningly and he grinned and nodded. She took the bowl, sitting down in a chair and, stuck her muzzle into it and greedily wolfed the thick stew down. She licked the bowl clean and held it out to him looking to the pot then the bowl and then him questioningly.

Jacky had a comical expression of awe and surprise on his face but served her the rest of what was in the pot. But before she could started eating he said, "Here have a fork. Um please use it."

She blinked at him and took the fork. She could not remember ever being asked to use one before, yet she had seen it done. She ate carefully with the fork feeling her way into using it. She finished the bowl and then licked it clean. She heard Jacky sigh and mutter, "Well it was better." Unsure of what he meant she ignored the comment and looked hopefully at the pot. Jacky seeing her look said, "That's all I made. I hadn't planned any more for tonight. Are you still hungry though?"

She turned her head to the side in embarrassment and nodded yes. She hadn't seen it at the time but she saw looking about that he had not eaten. She had just deprived her master of his meal. What made it worse in a way was she knew he would not punish her for it. Jacky sighed and went over to a box and pulled a couple of cans out and opened them. He put them in the pot and then placed it over the fire.

As he stirred the food she felt relief in the fact he would not go hungry. He looked over at her as he worked and asked, "How do you feel?"

She thought for a moment before replying with a simple, "Well."

He nodded in response and asked, "How much do you remember?"

She hugged herself and bit back a whine as she remembered the pain. She simply said, "All."

"Well we are free now. No doctors no owners. We can choose our own paths. Is there anything you want?" he asked as he finished his puzzling statement.

She thought about what he had said trying to make sense of it. Yet she really wasn't sure what he meant. No owners? With out an owner who would see to feeding her and providing a space for her to sleep in? She shook her head, "You are master." Though she stopped there for a moment. She had not been sold to him or given to him. She had chosen him. Was that being free?

He looked at her and shook his head no, "Anita I'm not your master your free to go if you wish. Or to do whatever you please."

She thought for a time on that then said softly, "A cub. I could have one?"

Jacky nodded yes, "Your even in heat all ya need now is a guy to mate with."

She brightened even as she asked, "Mate?" She wasn't sure what he had meant by being in heat but he had said it in such a way that she didn't think it was something else she had to do just now so she dismissed it from her mind as she did with so many things she didn't understand.

"Um you know sex, fucking? Where a guy k9's dick gets big and firm and he puts it in a woman dog's pussy?", he asked blushing brightly.

She cocked her head and considered. The master had brought females home and done that. They really didn't seem to enjoy it much though. Perhaps it would be different for her. She shifted on her chair and felt the fabric rub against her female parts. Her pussy to use Jacky's words. In that moment she wanted a male more than anything and looked over at Jacky. "Free to chose?", she asked him thinking fast.

Jacky look confused but gave her a nod of agreement. She reached out and grabbed Jacky and pushed him down, as she slid out of the chair.

*****

Jacky yelped as Anita grabbed him and pushed him down. She ended up on top of him and her hands slid his shorts down with a quick tug to reveal his half had dick. He blushed hotly and started to say, "No." But she rubbed her pussy along his dick and feeling that warm wetness slid along his dick made him hard on the first stroke. Lust and desperate desire pushed thought aside and he bucked his hips under Anita pushing his dick along the wet crease of her pussy.

Jacky gasped sharply as Anita changed her angle and his next thrust slipped into her wet passage. Jacky found his boner buried to its limit in Anita's wet, warm and tight passage. Anita above him whined softly with a k9 grimace and held there for a moment pinning him to the ground as he tried to buck. Then she pulled up and cool air flowed over his wet boner for a moment, before he thrusts his hips up at her rising body. They moved without rhythm just desperate need guiding them.

Jacky could feel pressure building up in boner; a need to spooge that was powerful. By his fourth thrust it became to much and he started spurting as he slipped out of Anita, his spooge shooting all over her ass, thighs and his belly. He took the lead and rolled her onto her back and thrust back into her with a soft whimper of need and began to buck his hips as he thrust franticly in and out of Anita's pussy.

Anita's good leg began to twitch as he bucked into her and she whined in pleaser the grimace gone from her face. He was more aware now of what he was doing and feeling. The slick silk of her flesh gripping his boner as he thrust in and out felt amazing. The wet slap of his hips against her crotch developed a rhythm. Sweat beaded on his body as he humped Anita; he could feel the pressure building again felt the rising tide of spooge. He stopped bucking and just kept himself as deep as he could as he spooged a second time.

Once he stopped spurting he began slow even thrusts fully in control of himself. His thrusts made faint squelching noises as he plowed; lubricated by his own spooge now as well as hers. He remembered something he had seen in that video and leaned his head down and licked one nipple slowly to see how she would respond. He got a surprised gasp and licked the small nipple again before beginning to nibble her small tit.

The feel of his boner moving inside of her was amazing. He wanted it to go on forever but he could feel tension building slowly in his balls and with it a need to thrust into Anita faster. His pace picked up slowly at first but he became faster and faster as his need to spooge built up. His pleaser crested and he spooged for the third time his dick buried deep within her.

He collapsed on top of her and felt amazingly clear headed if rather tired. Sweat rolled off of him and he was breathing heavily. Anita was panting softly and gave the top of his head a lick. Nestling into her fur he lay there thinking about what he had done.

He decided that sex maybe wasn't as nasty as he had thought. Messy, yes, but not nasty. His dick ached, but in a pleasant way now. He had thought he understood sex before but now he saw it in a hole new light. He wondered why people didn't have more sex and why some adults seemed to think it was nasty even. Had they never tried it? He wasn't sure how anyone who had tried it could claim it wasn't so very pleasant. Maybe it was different for women? But then he remembered that Anita wasn't a woman but a female k9.

He felt his half hard boner wilt as he considered what he had just really done. He had humped k9. They made dirty jokes about humping animals or any kind. Some of them were amazingly derogatory too. But he had to wonder, why was it bad? She had wanted it; had even started it. Somehow though he didn't think that would make any difference in people's eyes. He started to wonder why there were nasty jokes about it but as he did he sniffed and frowned.

It took a moment for Jacky to place the smell and then he bounced up right, with an "Ack!" and an oof from Anita. Dinner was burning! He stumbled his shorts around his ankles and kicked one leg free as he grabbed it off the fire and stirred it but the stew was very scorched at the bottom. He sighed and stuck it aside.

Anita got up slowly and hunger her head. He had to ask, "What is it?" He dug out some hot dogs and placed them on a metal plate close enough to the fire to warm up as he awaited her answer.

Anita said softly, "Sorry. Shouldn't have been a distraction." It was he thought the most she had ever said in one sentence.

He shook his head, "Don't worry about it. The world will not end over two cans of burnt stew." He spent a moment examining her closely. Her thighs and but were messy; something clear and viscous dripped from the puffy lips of her pussy with which was spread just enough to show a flash of pink inner skin. His dick hardened enough to stick strait out and he felt a stir of desire. But looking at her face he saw there was more. "That's not really it is it? Your apologizing for something else."

She nodded and said, "Going to command no. Touched you were you did not even want to be looked at." She fidgeted clearly distressed over it.

He spent a moment stepping out of his shorts and thought about it. He moved over to her and hugged her firmly never minding the fact that her messy crotch pressed up against his bare chest. "I forgive you. In the future your free to look at me there if you want. But! You should also remember that when it comes to sex both sides have to be ok with it. When you started I wasn't ok with having sex, but I did change my mind. I found that I liked it a lot even." He hesitated then asked, "Did you?"

She nodded and he smiled shyly at her. Then letting her go he took the plate from near the fire and put the hotdogs in buns. He put ketchup and muster on them before handing one to Anita. He watched her eat it and at first was amazed by how politely she was eating it. The he realized that being finger food her normal eating habits applied and her grinned shaking his head.

He ate his hotdog in companionable silence and let her have most of the ones he cooked. Seeing how much she was eating he revised how long their food supplies would last. He hadn't paid enough attention in the hospital to how much she ate clearly. Well they could do a food run he guessed.

After they had both finished their meals he lead her to the stream to wash up. He sat on a rock at the edge of the stream as she rinsed off and admired her beauty. Even with her scars she was very pretty. When she was done she came over and sat near him and he obligingly toweled her off. It took a little time but he noticed her looking at his groin. He blushed a little but said, "You can look more closely if you wish."

She cocked her head and then leaned in and looked at his dick and balls closely. He could see her examining his hairless dick and balls with great interest. Her warm breath made him stiffen and he had a boner in short order. Then she startled him as her tongue slipped out and she licked him. Her tongue started at the base of his balls and ran up over his tip. He shuddered and a bead of clear fluid formed on his tip. She sniffed that then licked it up; her warm tongue feeling delightful on his boner.

"Salty," she said thoughtfully then licked his boner again watching it jump. She watched his reaction and with a k9 grin lapped at his boner repeatedly. He felt his balls tighten as her licking brought him to the edge when she stopped.

"Oh God, don't stop now!", she looked startled but went back to licking his dick and balls. It only took a few more swipes before he started spurting spooge all over her muzzle. He watched as it splattered her face, amazed by how much he produced. He saw that it was mostly clear with white hints here and there even as she started licking her muzzle clean.

He looked at her and said, "I could try doing the same for you if you like?"

She shook her head no and laid her head down in his lap. He rubbed behind her ears getting a grateful sigh from her. She said after a while softly, "Is good."

He grinned and kept rubbing, "You think so huh?"

She replied seriously, "Yes."

He sat there rubbing her ears as the light faded from the evening sky. All was well for the moment at least and he would come up with a plan sooner or later. With his head feeling much clearer than it had in almost a week things felt like they were going well; and he had some thoughts he wanted to pursue later but for now he rubbed her ears and watched the stars come out.