The Tables Turned: Part Two
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The Tables Turned part 2 The Tables Turned: Part Two
Lee sat sideways in his seat, nervously eyeing the massive tiger that held the knife nonchalantly. The tiger's obvious lack of nervousness fazed Lee even more. He knew he was big. He knew he could crush the slim weasel in a second. Lee knew this all too well, having felt the vice-like grip of those tremendous paws.
They were nearing a mansion that obviously belonged to this trio, as Lydia leaned forward in anticipation. Lee was liking this less and less. He was at the mercy of this twisted bitch and her two monster tigers, and all he had wanted was to yiff her and be done. He wasn't going to kill her or anything. Of all the fucking shitty luck...
Todd pulled the van in to the winding driveway and stopped after half-circling the giant fountain that looked ironically like Lydia as Aphrodite. Two cement tigers held pitchers that continuously dumped water in to the glowing pool at "Aphrodite's" feet.
The van was parked and Todd walked around to open Lydia's door. She raised both arms in a "carry me" gesture and Todd lifted her in his arms. Lee, on the other hand, was dragged out of the vehicle by his tail and then hoisted over Jim's shoulder. He kicked and swore at first, but the big cat gave him a not-too-gentle smack on the ass that caused him to submit and hang over his shoulder like a rag doll.
Todd carried Lydia gently up the stairs, cradling her gently in the crook of one huge arm, as he pulled the key from his pocket with the other. Jim followed with the weasel draped over his shoulder like a half-boa with feet.
They entered an immense room. The carpet was a dark blue plush. A chandelier dominated the ceiling, throwing vague rainbow sparkles acrossed the walls. There were beautiful tapestries of dark colored dragons and 'taurs of various species. To either side of the massive wooden doors before them, there was a pair of winding staircases. The glassy blue stairs were fashioned to look like waterfalls, with tiny glass droplets as decorations beneath the overhang of each step.
To the left there could be seen a kitchen, with the door slightly askew. Butcher knives gleamed dangerously among the pots and pans that hung from the far wall. The door to the right was closed, but a red light shined ominously from beneath it.
Under other circumstances, this would have been a wet dream for the petty thief that hung over Jim's shoulder. He was in awe despite his trepidation of what tortures might lay before him.
"Set me down, Todd", murred Lydia apparently pleased to be back in her home. "Yes, Mistress", Todd's deep voice rumbled as he obliged. She stepped gracefully acrossed the carpet, looking a bit odd in the tiger's giant t-shirt. She put her paw out and Todd dropped a key into it. She locked the door and handed it back to him, smiling over her shoulder at Lee's quivering behind.
"I would like you to draw a bath, Todd" she purred. "Fill the small tub for Lee here, as well. And please fetch me a collar and chain." "Yes Mistress." Todd climbed the staircase to the left, taking two steps at a time, the muscles of his nude chest rippling beneath the striped fur.
Lydia nodded and turned to face Jim. "Drop him" she ordered. Jim leaned to the side and allowed the weasel to drop the floor. He was on his feet instantly, looking around for a quick escape; there was none. That fucking Todd had the key with him and he doubted that he could outrun Jim.
He stood before Lydia, trying his best to stare back at her. She was smiling. He didn't like that fact one bit. When some bitch cat smiles at you, she wants something you got or she's about to do something nasty. Lee knew cats. 'Why in hell did it have to be her?' he thought as she looked him over.
"Jim, dear, be a doll and turn out his pockets." Jim started to reach towards the weasel, "Wait... no. Just take his pants off." "What? Lady, you gotta be fucking shittin' me. HEY! Get your damned paws offa me, you prick!"
Lee was upside-down, once again, and his shoes were tossed aside. His pants slid off easily and then he was scrabbling to stand again. He watched helplessly as Jim shook his pants and his pockets emptied out. His belongings scattered on the floor; some change, smokes, a lighter, a penknife, some lock-picking tools wrapped in a dirty cloth...
Lee held the pants out to Lydia, but she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, "the knife, Jim" her tail twitched angrily. Lee wished he'd remembered it before she'd noticed it. He stood in his boxers and let the tiger tear away the blade that was velcroed to his calve.
"Give Jim your jacket" she demanded, as Jim reached out to accept it from him. The weasel paused but then he shrugged the green army jacket and handed it to the tiger. He folded it neatly and dropped it off to the side. Jim was eyeing Lee a bit too closely, and he crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "What the fuck are you staring at, Queerboy?"
"Should I take his shirt?" Jim asked. "Why not? Knock yourself out." Lee's shirt was pulled roughly over his head. Jim continued to eye him.
"Well", said Lydia as she stretched, "I'm going to need a bath and change. Take him up to the dirt chamber and page Ben and Cal. I'll send Todd with the collar, shortly."
"Yes, Mistress" Jim said. Lee was dragged off in his boxers, shouting "Dirt chamber? What the fuck?! Hey! Hey you shit! Where are you taking me? I thought I told you to get your fucking paws offa..." His voice faded as he was dragged up the staircase to the right. Lydia sighed and stretched again, "I guess tonight won't be so boring after all."
To Be Continued...
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