{"sf1_id":655232,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Out of Harms Way","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":5139,"posted_at":"2014-01-23T18:48:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bear","Equine","M/F","Rape","Steam Punk","Story Progression","oryx"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/655232-out-of-harms-way","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/655232","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=655232\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#4 of Tales from The Hub","content":"                It\nturns out kidnapping a wanted criminal wasn't an offence under the auspices of\nthe law unless ya didn't turn him over to the authorities. Fuck them. If they\nwanted this guy so badly, they could get off their lazy, corrupt asses and get\nhim themselves. I wasn't on his payroll like they were, so he wasn't going to\nsee this coming...I hoped.\n                I had\nmy partner scout his movements for me, with the help of his new love toy. I\nfigured if that Carn bastard was going to be hanging around my house, he might\nas well be useful...to me that is. It took no time at all to track the fool down.\nJust like Charise said, he was locking bodies with a slick tan lady on the\nupside of town. He had the brains to keep a few of his henchmen around, but was\nunwise in making them stay out of the way in the lobby of her high rise. \n                I\nsimply put on the uniform of a furniture mover and got access through the\nfreight doors. I actually carried in an enormous crate with a nice couch in it.\nThe manager found it to be the perfect payment for what I was about to do. He\nordered the staff to carefully remove it and place it in his personal suite. I\nin turn was given free access to the back elevator.\n                The\nroom I was headed for was on the second to last floor. I needed to get inside\nwithout alarming the occupants. Ya see, there were still communicators floating\naround from the old days. It used to be that everyone had one, but the\nBrotherhood declared them to be the work of the Devil. Funny thing was, the\nonly Devil I knew of was the Brotherhood itself. The point was, if ya had\nmoney, ya had a communicator. In the case of Blackmantle, he probably had\nseveral, one of which was in the hands of his henchmen. If wasn't that I\ncouldn't handle them. It was that this operation was best performed with\nstealth. \n                Thankfully,\nthe manager slipped me a spare key. In my hands it was like a child's toy. I\nquietly fumbled it into the lock and clicked it open. The door was thankfully\nwell oiled and silent. I pushed it shut with premeditated care and walked, as\nsoftly as four hundred pounds could walk, towards the bedroom. I could hear\nsnatches of conversation and giggles coming from inside. I pulled out my Billy\nclub and held in one hand while I opened the door with the other.\n                Peeking\nisn't something I'm good at, what with my large head and all. Luckily for me,\nBlackmantle was on top of his girl toy, with his ass facing my direction. I had\nto push down the thought of surprising him with my other club (nudge, nudge,\nwink, wink) but decided to keep this professional. I pounced into the room with\na floor shaking thud and before he knew what hit him, I cold cocked him with\none hit.  The female underneath him\npanicked. Why wouldn't she? Prior to the scream I knew was coming, I placed my\noversized hand over her mouth and nose. It didn't take long for her to pass out\nfrom the lack of oxygen.\n                Both of\nthem were alive, have no fear. Dead might have been better, but I was making no\nassumptions. I had been wrong about one; I was taking my time with the other. I\nthrew each one of the unconscious bodies over my shoulder, carefully slid out\nof the room, and down the hall to the elevator. Once I hit the ground floor I\nstepped out, looking both directions. No one. From there it was to the crate,\nwhere I unceremoniously dumped the two in it and sealed it back up. After all,\nI couldn't deliver the couch without removing the packaging. Company policy!\n                When\nthe mob boss woke up, he found two things were going on. One, he had a\nheadache. Secondly, when he went to rub his head, he found his hand was\nimmobilized. Both hands actually. And both feet. When he was able to assess his\nposition completely, he found that he was suspended from the walls by four\nchains. And he was still naked. He suddenly deciphered the meaning of fear.\n                In\nfront of him was his female friend. I had nothing against her at the moment,\nbut I could hardly have left her behind. Besides, she might make a good\nbargaining chip. If he had feelings for her, threats against her might provide\nsome much needed answers. If he didn't have feelings for her, then his\nunchivalrous attitude might make her turn state's evidence. One way or another,\nI was going to get answers, or else I was going to be having me a grand ole\ntime of it.\n                I\nwaited until they were both awake before walking in. When I did, it wasn't with\nany subtlety. I had dropped my clothing before coming in, so that they both\nknew what was in store for them if they didn't talk. I figured the puma-girl\njust might be able to take me, but her partner would be squealing like a\nPorcine sowlet getting her first real dicking. \n                I hope\nyou can imagine what a big black me looks like when I enter the light of a bare\nbulb from a background of darkest shadow. If ya can't, remember this; both of\nthem were suspended so that their heads were in line with my waist. Have I said\nenough?\n                I\ngrabbed Blackmantle by the hair on his head and leaned down to stare him in the\neyes. \"Hello pussycat.  I don't like\nwasting my time, so I'll ask my questions plain and simple like. Why did ya put\nme up to killing your cousin? I don't like playing the stooge.\"\n                He\ngulped a few times before finding his voice \"I don't know what the hell you're\ntalking about. So it was you who killed Arc? If I ever get out of here I'll\nkill you for that!\"\n                \"Tsk,\ntsk, tsk. I didn't think you Carns had much in the way of family feelings. Your\ncousin was an assassin after all. He killed folks for a living. So what\ndifference does it make to you that I killed him? The sages say that a man who\nlives by the sword, dies by it.\"\n                The\nCarn struggled against the chains. \"I loved my cousin, you dirty bastard. If\nwanted him dead, I'd have done it myself to make sure is was quick and clean.\nBut he was faithful to the family. If anyone put you up to this, it was one of\nthe other families!\"\n                \"You're\nnot lying to me, are ya? I want ya to understand that I hate liars.\" I moved\naround behind his lady friend. \"Understand it like this. If I think you're\nlying to me even a tiny bit, I'll start by tearing this gal apart from the\nback. Once she's done screaming, and you've heard enough, I'll start on you.\nOh, and just in case the question came to your head, the answer is yes, I'm\nfresh out of lube.\"\n                I poked\nher damp pink hole with the head of my cock, just to get her to squeal. She\ndidn't fail to deliver.\n                \"Stop\nit!\" he cried. \"I'm telling you the truth. I thought someone had put a hit out\non Archimedes. I've been waiting for his body, or even part of it to show up so\nI could give him a decent burial. What did you do with it?\"\n                I was\ngrowing disappointed. He sounded like an honest man. It's hard to believe such\na thing from a mobster. I poked his girl again, just for fun. She yelped and\nstarted crying.\n                \"Goddamit!\nI don't know who you think you are, but you can't just go kidnapping...\"\n                I was\nin front of him in a second. My ham hand grasped his jaw. He knew I had the\nstrength to break it. \"Listen little Carn; my name is Veracity Harms and I can\ndo what I want. Luckily for you, I often don't. Now; why would someone frame ya\nin arranging your cousin's death if ya had nothing to do with it? Think hard,\nfor I am quickly losing patience. I stood up to show him his fate if he lied to\nme.\n                He\nspoke with more courage than I thought he had. \"Veracity Harms is a legend made\nup to scare children in their beds. Now it's you who are a liar!\"\n                My\nlaughter was genuine. \"I know. Yet here I am. So, unless you want to be part of\nthose bedtime stories, I suggest you answer my question.\"\n                He was\nremarkably defiant.\"Or what!\"\n                I\nwordlessly walked around behind him, stuck my finger in my mouth for a second\nbefore ramming it into his ass. He jerked upwards on his chains, but managed to\nstifle a howl. \"Understand, I'm not joking. I'm looking for information, not\nretaliation. But if you're guilty, I'm your judge and jury. It ya tell me the\ntruth, a truth I can believe, then ya go free.\n                He was\nstill biting his lip. \"Look you big, stupid bastard; I loved my cousin. I love\nthis lady whom you have threatened. Maybe you think I'm the biggest crook in\nthe city, but on a scale of one to ten, I'm nowhere near the top. I run a\nbusiness. Just because it doesn't fit into everyone's model of an honest\nbusiness, is not my fault. I don't consider myself any worse than any of the\nBrotherhood.\"\n                I\nsnorted dangerously close to his face. \"I thought you were supposed to love\nyour wife. I'm an old friend of Charises's, and I don't like the idea that\nyou're cheating on her. So tell me again how honest ya are.\"\n                His\neyes went wide. \"I thought she was lying when she talked about you. But it's\nimpossible for you to be Veracity Harms, I mean my father told me about...\"\n                My hand\nclamped down on his face, shutting him up. \"I'm not concerned with stories\nabout me. Why have you ditched my beautiful little Charise for this little scrap\nof pussy?\" I released my grip just marginally.\n                \"I\ndidn't ditch her. She told me to get a girl on the side. So I did. I'd do\nanything to make her happy. She's asked weirder things out of me.\"\n                That\ngot me thinking. She was a kinky girl, but I was surprised that she hadn't\njoined in as a threesome.  But...there was\nsomething going on here that I could quite deduce. Either she had lied to me or\nthis guy was. I doubt he was, the more I thought about it. He didn't have that\nmuch bravery in his soul to go up against my threats. Of course, my threats\nwere real. If he knew who I was, then he knew what I was capable of.\n                I\nwalked over to the wall and pulled a lever. Both of the Carns fell to the\nfloor. I was keeping my word, even if I wasn't doing it nicely. I reached down\nand unclamped the manacles holding them to the chains. \"Listen up you two. As\nof this moment, consider yourself dead.\"\n                The\npuma-girl started sobbing. She was a little confused as to what I was saying. \n                \"Listen\nya silly nit, what I mean is that as of this point in time, ya must stay here,\nas much as it galls me to say it. It seems someone wants ya dead, and so dead\nya must be.\" I turned to Blackmantle. \"Just like your cousin.\" \n                At that\nmoment, Archimedes stepped into the light. \"Sorry cuz. Someone put me up for a\nbump off, and this here fellow wanted to make certain it wasn't you. He's a bit\nharsh, but trust me, if he wasn't you'd probably be dead, and so would I.\"\n                His\ncousin, the mobster, balled up a fist to strike him. My hand intervened. \"Listen\nto him, ya stupid jerk. I've got no love for either of you, but I love justice\nenough to tolerate ya occupying my house until I figure this out. Someone's up\nto something and I want to know what. In the meantime, ya play nice. Once this\nis all over, then I don't give a damn what ya do to each other.\"\n                Blackmantle\nlooked like he had swallowed a pincushion. \"I don't like where this is going\nanymore than I like where it's been.\" He pulled his girl in closer. \"But, and I\nsay but; if you can find out who's behind whatever is going on, than I will\nendeavor to forgive and forget\" Then he paused and looked up at me. \"Are you\nreally Veracity Harms?\"\n                \"The\none and only!\"\n                This\nbrought looks from my partner and his butt buddy. Both were wise enough to keep\ntheir questions to themselves. It was never too wise to ask much about me. If ya\ndidn't already know the stories, then you were better off not knowing. Even\nwhat was widely circulated was only the tip of the iceberg, as the ancient\nsaying goes. Come to think of it, one of these days, I'll have to research what\nan iceberg is. \n                I\nshowed the new couple to the quarters I deemed suitable for their needs. Once\nthat detail was settled, I allowed my partner and his other half to go out and\nfetch clothes for them. My hormones were raging again, and the sight of a\ncouple of naked and restrained Carns was making me irritable and horny, which\nwith me was pretty much the same. I shove the feeling down and sat in the quiet\nand the dark and concentrated. Charise told me a lie. That was no big deal.\nHell, I lie all the time. The truth is over rated. It's facts that are\nimportant. The Brotherhood will feed you as many lies as you can absorb. The\nstupider ya are, the more they can feed ya in the name of the truth.\n                If I\nwent to talk with Charise, she might catch on to what I had done, or perhaps I\nshould say, what I have not done. I needed to follow her, dog her movements,\nand investigate her contacts. It would seem that someone else was calling the\nshots, directing her to perform a play of unequalled proportions. Someone was\ntrying to horn in on the Morou family business. But who?\n                Bolshoi\ntook a shine to the prospect of being her tail. Lord knows, he had a lot\npractice in the tail category. Still, the ole girl had already met him once. He\nwas going to need a good disguise to fool her again. I should never have\ndoubted him. He came out dressed from head to toe like a booger. I know what\nyou're thinking, ya damn fool. Booger's were street people. I didn't give 'em\nthat name. They've been called that for centuries. Some of 'em are good people,\njust down trodden by all that is good in this world. I have a few on my\npayroll, but they tend to be unpredictable and flighty.  Having a reliable one, like Bolshoi, made\ngood sense. So I let him do his thing.\n                He\nfollowed her for a week. His first reports made me think that I had misjudged\nher. The first thing she did was run down to the police station to file a\nmissing person's report. I didn't know if that was brilliance or honest\nconcern.  I mean, really, what kind of\nconcerned wife would she be if she didn't report him missing? Of course, his\nunderlings were probably scrambling to save face, considering that their boss\ndisappeared from under their very noses.\n                It was\nat the end of the week when the news got a little hotter. I scratched my head\nand considered what I had been told. The answer I came up with was both\nbrilliant and horrible. Think of it this way. It's kind of like letting go of a\nfella holding a knife. You were never sure if he would be thankful and stash it\nback on his belt, or try to stick ya with it. My experience told me to always\nbreak his arm before letting go. This situation was going to take more than a\nbroken arm to fix it. There was a cancer growing that could even overthrow the\nBrotherhood.\n                Bolshoi's\nwork was done. From now on, I would just have to do my best not to get noticed,\nwhich was no easy thing. I was therefore mildly surprised when Blackmantle\noffered his services. I told him what he could do with the idea. \n                \"Look\nyou screwball Carn. You're supposed to be dead. If ya go showing up alive,\neverything will fall apart.\"\n                He had\nsome balls, I'll say that. He got right into my face, standing on his tippy\ntoes and everything. \"I'm not daft, you draft mule. I'm offering you the keys\nto my place and the codes to the combos. If I'm being set up by someone, I'd\nlike to know who it is.\"\n                \"Hmmm.\nNot a bad offer. Then again, I'm saving your worthless hide so it behooves you\nto help. You don't happen to have surv in your place?\"\n                He\ngrinned. \"Sure I do. Got some great cubes of me and Charise going at it. Even\nthe boys don't know about the CC-vid system. It's an old microfiber setup from\na couple hundred years ago. Still works like a charm. Think you can operate\nit?\"\n                \"I'll\ndo my best.\" Little did he know that those systems were once manufactured right\nhere in this old factory. The place wasn't called Guardian for nothing.\n                Getting\ninto his place proved easier than I figured it would. Blackmantle made up a\nfake invoice for the delivery of goods to his house, to be delivered by yours\ntruly. Hey, it worked once, why not twice? Besides, my delivery crate contained\ncanisters of something called Cloud. I never messed with the stuff, but I guess\nthey used to use it for anesthesia. All I had to do was turn on the valves and\nkeep my head above the gas. That I could do.\n                It\ndidn't go without a hitch, but it worked well enough. It helped that I grabbed\none of the whores from Lackluster Street to accompany me inside. Prisella was\nher name, and she was an old time Puff and Peace user. She still had her looks,\ndespite her life, and so I figured she would provide a good distraction. She\nwas particularly eager when I told her she would have all the Cloud she could\ninhale.\n                She put\non a good show, letting her tits hang out and skipping her underwear. It was\ntoo bad she had gotten down in the gutter. She was a lovely Herb; long gazelle\nlegs and an art deco face. Her natural markings made the need for makeup\nobsolete. The point was, she had looks. Her and I had never gotten it on much.\nI respected her enough to not force my log between her delicate legs.\n                I made\nsure the gas was running, and then stood back while the boys with the guns\ndrooled over Prissy. By the time they realized their lightheadedness was from\nsomething other than hormones, they were hitting the floor like flies in a\ncloud of insecticide. So did Prissy, but she held out til the end, and when she\ndropped, she had a look of euphoria on her face.\n                I made\nmy way to the secret video room. It was well hidden behind a false panel in the\nback a closet. I had to bend over to fit inside. It was obviously designed to\nbe left to its own devices, for there was nary room for a person to sit and\nwatch the screens all day. I punched in the code for the main bedroom. My\nintention was to simply collect the data cubes before proceeding with my\nkidnapping. However, the screen to the room automatically came online. My eye\nwas drawn to the couple on the bed.\n                Now\nCharise had taken a few lovers after we broke up, and I thought that her\nmarrying this stupid Carn was complete folly. However, she was now bedfellows\nwith an even worse partner. I had deduced it from the info Bolshoi had\ngathered, but seeing it was a hard knock to my ego. Bruins were about the only\nother Exper that could match me for size and strength. This was no ordinary\nBruin however. This was the bone fide police chief, Portney Greeves. \n                I was\nhoping it was more of a coincidence. I mean, I wasn't obtuse, but for Chare to\nbe sticking her nose into police business, or should I say, for the police\nchief to be sticking his dick into , well...forget it. I wasn't happy. I could\ntake this guy down in a second, but then I'd have every cop out for my\nass.  I dropped down to the floor and\nwatched the screen with interest.\n                He was\nbig in the body, but not so much in between the legs were it counted. Bruins\nweren't stupid, but they didn't win any brain contests either. What they had\nwas bluster and bluff and had a handy set of teeth and claws.  Charise had happily dealt with me for a year,\nso I suppose she had the patience to lay under this big brute. He emed way to\nrestrained to fill my shoes, but then he was filled another Carns' shoes. Well,\nnot shoes, but  know what I mean.\n                He was\nporking her with gusto. I fiddled with the camera system to get it to zoom in.\nSure enough, I was able to get it focused on their point of connection. I\nsnorted in disgust when I saw he was one hole higher than normal. He was\nbuggering her ass for all he was worth. If I had done that, she wouldn't be\nhere now, leastwise not in any condition to be getting her bung tapped by the\nchief of police. That was one thing we had never done. Trust me, the few times\nI had slipped out and wasn't careful about getting it back in, she had come unglued.\nI didn't blame her, just stating a fact.\nFor her to consent to such\ntreatment meant that either this guy's cock was smaller than it looked, or else\nshe had changed her mind about accepting visitors through the back door. Then\nit struck me; maybe she was being threatened or coerced. He was the chief after\nall, and she did have a history of infractions. None of them were serious, in\nmy book, but to a gal whose career had been constantly in the limelight, maybe\nthere was something worth covering up.\nI watched as the Bruin continued to\npound away on her ass. I couldn't see her face, but I could guess what her\nexpression was right now. I almost felt sorry for her. I was tempted to bust in\nand save her, but then, she got herself into this mess, she could get herself\nout. Sadly, I was getting even hornier sitting here watching them. I shifted my\nposition to make room for the bulge in my pants when my elbow hit a switch. I\nnearly freaked when the room's audio switched on. I went from alarmed to\npissed. I hardly needed to hear what the shits were doing! This was going to be\nintolerable.\nHowever, I did notice that instead\nof screaming or crying, Charise was making sounds that told me she was into it.\nAs his movements got jerkier and his slamming way increased, she was spouting\nall kinds of garbage. \"That's it, fuck me harder! Show me what a bad girl I am!\nRam my ass like there's no tomorrow!\" Her coaching must have gotten him off,\nbecause with a roar, he spilled his seed into her puckered ass. I was so horny\nI could have rammed my cock up his ass right now.\nHe fell to the bed in a heap. She\ncrawled out from under him and pushed him onto his back. \"We're not done honey\npie! You got what you like, now I get my turn!' He grunted something\nunintelligible. \"Awww! You promised!\" \nHe opened his eyes and gave her a\nweak grin. \"You know that makes me nervous.\"\n                She\ncaressed his hairy chest. \"I know. But I like it. It's hard for me to get off\nanymore.\"\n                He\nsighed. \"Climb aboard. I'll have to make this a quick one. You've got the Morou\nfamily fortune to get in line and I have to finish making arrangements to kill\noff the heads of the other families. There will be an all out war between them.\nWhen the dust settles, this town will by ours!\" \n                She\nclimbed up and slid over his cock with a grunt. He moved his hands up to what I\nfigured was going to be her shoulders. Instead they clamped around her throat.\nWithout another word, his fingers began to tighten and at the same time he\nstarted slamming her onto his meat. I so wanted to be in there right then! It didn't\nmatter to me whose hole I was in! I watched him pile-drive her for a few\nminutes. All the while she remained conscious. I could see the climax coming.\nHis grip increased and the slamming became more forceful. All at once she let\nof a strangled cry and went limp. He relaxed is grip, but continued to pound\nher until he came again. Her head was flopping in the wind. Been there, done\nthat.\n                As he\nfinished he carefully laid her down on the bed. \"Sorry honey, but I need to get\ngoing. I hope you had a good time.\" She was completely out, so not a single\nword he spoke made an impression on her. He trucked off to the bathroom, washed\nand returned. He pulled on his uniform, gave her a kiss on the ass and quietly\nclosed the door to the room. I could hear his treadfall on the hallway as he\npassed by.\n                I\nwaited a full five minutes before vacating the closet. I remembered to shut the\nsystem down before I left.  I had a\nhandful of storage cubes stuffed in my pocket, but I wasn't quite done with my\ncollecting trip. I walked down to the room and opened the door. Charise was\nstill dead out on the covers, snoring peacefully. I took a towel from the\nbathroom, rolled it up tightly, took off my belt and with one swift motion, stuffed\nit in her mouth and held it in place with the strip of leather. I climbed up on\nher back, gripping her hands with one of mine. She was just starting to come to.\nMaybe she thought he was getting kinky on her. She knew it wasn't him the\nmoment my cock pushed past her anus. \"I'll have to thank your new boytoy for\npaving the way for me darling. I've never gotten a chance to enjoy this hole before.\"\nShe tried to scream, but it just couldn't find a way out.\n                It was\na few days later that the news of the chief's attempted takeover of the mob\nfamilies made it to print. Charlo had no idea who sent him the data cube, but\nthe video made for a wonderful story. I was there, outside the main police\nstation, when he was standing on the edge of the roof. Officers were trying to\ntalk him down, but he kept refusing. Every once in a while he'd shout, \"I'm\ngoing to jump!\"\n                I grew increasingly\ntired of his cowardice, so after the third or fourth time of him yelling it, I cat-called\nback, \"So do a back flip!\" That got me some dirty looks. I didn't care. In the\nend, he took the smartest route and came crashing to the ground. After all, he\nwas the last known person to have been with Charise, who had gone missing the\nsame day. There was some blood on the bed, indicating foul play. Sadly, they\nwere never able to find the body. There was a reason for it.\n                Blackmantle\ndemanded to know what I had done with her. \"She may have been a bitch, but it\nwas up to me to decide her fate!\"\n                \"Like\nhell it was. I hold everyone's fate right here in my hand. If you don't like it,\ntough shit. I handled her just the way I felt she needed to be handled.\nBesides, at the time I needed to unload my nuts in the worse kind of way. I'm\nstill itchy in that respect, so unless you want to know what she had to deal\nwith, I'd suggest you cut your losses and get the hell out!\"\n                He wasn't\nstupid, this Carn. He and his girl vacated quickly. They had a story cooked up\nto explain their absence, as did Archimedes. Sadly for me, he wasn't apparently\nleaving anytime soon. Whatever. If he got to be too annoying, I'd bed him over\nand give him a dose of what-for like he would never be able to take again. Then\nI calmed down. I guess he wasn't all bad. But he had better keep a low profile\nwhen I was in a mood, because when I was in a mood, things happened. And just\nso you know, I'm always in a mood.\n                What?\nOh, Charise. Well, you know I didn't have the heart to kill her. I thought\nabout all the while I was stretching her ass beyond its limitations. In the end\n(a pun...get it?) I came up with a punishment for her that would make anything I\ncould do seem childlike. Ya see, those boys outside of Cambria never had a live\none come through with the caskets. Like he said, there weren't no gals in that\ncorner of the Outlands. Ole Charise was going to find herself the galpal of a\nhandful of horny Forsaken Outlanders for the rest of her natural life.\nSomething told me she was going to shorten that up considerably of own accord."}