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The cold winter sky was filled with bright glistening stars, with clouds gathering in the sky. It was turning to night in the city of Dobermide, and as the temperature dropped, it clear it was to be a frosty one. The sun had set not long ago, giving way to the illuminating street lights. They lined the pavement, giving them a bright glow as hundreds of commuters headed home. From kids to the working adults, the larger majority were all headed for the same destination: Home.

Not all of the city's population were heading straight home though, not yet at least. The smaller majority of the human and canine people were out in the streets to have a good time. Whether it be sharing a round of drinks at the brightly lit bars or getting a bite to eat at the many restaurants. In the frequently crowded city center, the streets were filled with brightly illuminated restaurants.

Dixie McIntyre was currently partaking in the latter.

Dixie sat alone at one of the lesser known cafes on the outer part of the city. She had purposely chosen a more private place for her secret rendezvous. The cafe was not as modern as the many crowded inner city establishments, yet it had a charm that kept customers coming back. Dixie sat at a small two person table near the back of the room, a half full glass of strawberry milkshake in front of her. She was practically giddy with excitement as she waited and waited for Milo to finally turn up. She was certain he would have at least some good dirt dug up on Stella and her mysterious accomplice. Looking at her watch for the hundredth time that evening, she sighed and scoured the room again. The place was moderately busy with customers, this place in particular being a mostly a secret spot for couples. She remembered the last time she was here, it was a wonderful romantic date with the love of her life, Tom Danielson. She couldn't wait for Milo to finally turn up as she was hyped up to standoff with Stella, the woman that had taken her lover's job.

Dixie was suddenly brought back to reality, it was by the sound of the chair opposite hers moving on the wooden floor. As she looked up from the table her nose was assaulted by the stench of sex and perfume. She could feel the eyes of other restaurant patrons, locked on the area she was sitting. Some were certainly giving them both dirty looks though surprisingly not every person was looking in disgust.

"Whew boy," Dixie muttered, fanning the air in front of her "I'm guessing somebody took a blow for the team eh Milo?" despite her look of aggravation, she still had a smile on her face. "It's about time you got here anyhow" she continued, checking her watch for the time.

Opposite her sat Milo, the blank she had hired to investigate what Dixie's new boss Stella was up to. He had snuck into the Heat Dream company building with Dixie's help that morning. After a whole day of sneaking around and investigating it was finally time to show his results.

"Hehe yeah sorry about that Dixie," Milo replied, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Turns out my investigation was a tad more thorough then I had assumed."

Observing the table him and Dixie were sat at, Milo noticed that there were two pink colored delicious looking milkshakes. Watching her pick up one of them and drinking from it Milo reached for the other.

"Uh uh uh darlin," Dixie said batting his hand away before he could grasp the cold beverage. "You get this when I get results, so tell me what ya dug up."

"Uh yeah.... see the thing about that is..." Milo stumbled to finish his sentence. His memory of the last few hours playing in his mind clear as day.

In a dark and humid office room deep in the maze that was the Heat Dream lower levels. Milo had been restrained and helpless on his chair for what felt like hours. His fur matted with sweat, his wrists chaffing behind his back in the solidly built handcuffs holding them together. His heart pounding in his chest from the stimulation he was feeling and overall exertion.

It had been earlier that day that he had been 'apprehended' by his target, Stella's, security. He was being held in this room against his will after being escorted to it by a much taller, buff security guard. He guessed he hadn't been stealthy enough to go unnoticed as he had scoured the upper floors. What had started as a simple information gathering mission had escalated to borderline abduction.

His captors had left some time ago, telling him they would be back soon enough. How long ago that was he wasn't sure, seeing as he was gasping for breath and way too in the throes of sexual afterglow to notice the time. He wasn't gagged by any means yet he remained silent, he knew by now there wouldn't be any point in calling out for help. If the sounds of his rough howl inducing sex earlier had not brought any curious bystanders there he didn't like the chances they would turn up now.

He was startled by the sudden sound of the door behind him opening again, his captor Stella and her second in command walking in. As soon as they were within his line of view he kept both his eyes trained on them. Admittedly he snuck a peek at their backsides but with what he had been doing with them watching and participating, manners were irrelevant.

Stella could feel Milo's eyes locked on her rump and sighed to herself, even after what he and her assistant had been doing he still had enough hormones to get aroused. She brought his attention back by loudly dropping a stack of papers on the nearby table.

"Well it was very short notice but I think that all the necessary paperwork is now in order for you," Stella said as she looked into Milo's curious eyes.

"I dread to ask honestly but what 'paperwork' are you referring too?" Milo asked inquisitively. He did find it odd how they could be talking about papers with him handcuffed to a chair naked from the waist down. He looked up at Stella in confusion and quickly recognized a very sinister grin on her face and gleam in her eye. "Do I even want to know what is written on those papers?" Milo asked, already dreading Stella's response.

"Oh these?" Stella asked, feigning ignorance. "Well Milo my dear, it was very sudden but my assistant here has been able to print up and check over your brand new contract." She picked up the papers and skimmed through them quickly with a dominant grin on her face, "With one or two additions of course." Stella picked up the first page and then stepped behind Milo's defenseless, captured body. She casually draped an arm over his shoulder and around his neck, using the other to hold the page in front of his face. "As you can see it is a tad unfair on your side but you don't really have much of a choice anyway."

Milo read through what he could understand through all the fine print and loopholes and was for a better word 'screwed'.

"What?" he asked, completely shocked at what he was reading. "According to this thing if I disclose to anyone or anything including the use of recording devices, any information about your business plans, that there will be 'severe, immediate repercussions' that are deemed appropriate?"

Reading further down the page made it clear it was only getting worse for him. "If any details, personal or otherwise, are revealed of the current CEO's personal assistant through colleague communication or interaction, this nondisclosure agreement will extend to those colleagues employed?"

"I am afraid that's right Milo," was Stella's response as she lifted away the paper and placed it back on the desk "Trust me dear, the repercussions I find appropriate are quite horrible."

"Uhh, okay then remind me again why I would even consider signing this?" Milo sneered in defiance. However he was only met with the cold laugh of Stella's superiority.

"Forgotten already Milo?" Stella asked with false sincerity as she walked over to the monitors lining the back wall, "Then allow me to refresh your memory."

After a few moments of keyboard typing the monitors came to life, each displaying a different point in Milo's earlier attempt to gather Intel on her plans. "As you can see I have irrefutable evidence of you trespassing on private property, assaulting two of my staff in the elevator, indecent public behavior with another in her dressing room, need I go on?"

Milo gulped as it all came flooding back as to what dire straits he was in, Stella had him by the balls and she knew it. Not that he really felt like they were on even footing to begin with, him being handcuffed and half naked of course. "Ok fine, I'll sign it. Untie my hands and hand me a pen."

"Oh not so fast my dear," was Stella's response. "Before you sign this thing I would like to make something perfectly clear to you Milo" She now had a deadly serious look on her face as she looked her captive dead in the eyes. She leaned forward and grasped both of his shoulders in a strong grip. "The only people that have any idea of who my assistant is or knows that bringing Danielson is part of a much bigger plan of mine are in this room. I have worked too hard and too long on this for some country slut and her hired, nosy journalist to sneak in and ruin it."

Stella removed herself from a now quite shaken up Milo and gave her assistant a nod. With a nod back in confirmation, the other woman kneeled down behind Milo's chair and swiftly unlocked his handcuffs.

The bindings that had once held Milo captive clattered loudly when they hit the ground. He winced as he rubbed his sore chafed wrists, his shoulders stiff from the position he was being held in.

Stella meanwhile walked over to the nearby table with the contract on it in full and grabbed a nearby pen. "Ok Milo, it's now or never." She offered Milo the pen with anticipation.

With a look of disappointment and fear on his face Milo walked over and took hold of the pen. With one final drawn out sigh he leaned over and signed the paper.

Fuck you Stella, Fuck you...

"Hey Milo, hello earth to Milo, come back to the living hon," Dixie called out, clicking her fingers right in front of his face. She had been sat there at that table with him for what felt like half an hour in total silence while Milo thought all of this over.

"Huh wha?" Milo asked, startled out of his trail of thought as he nearly fell out of his chair. His first sight being Dixie's clicking fingers taking up all his eyesight in that shocking moment.

Knowing that she would have to start this conversation all over again from the look on her associates' face she began. "Well Milo?" She questioned "You zoned out for a while there darlin, what did you find out? spill the beans already."

Knowing that he had made an agreement with Stella whether he liked it or not Milo sighed and finally spoke. "Well Dixie the thing is I, well... I didn't find anything, well not anything about her plans anyway."

"What?" was all Dixie asked as a look of pure anger and rage grew on her face, if she were holding her glass it would have broke in her clenched fist. "I must have miss heard ya just now darlin," she growled "You stumble in here reeking of sweat with your shirt out of your pants, and your telling me you found nothing sinister or unethical in the entire god damn building!"

Milo was now sweating bullets once again as he could almost feel the hatred radiating from Dixie, she was almost as scary as Stella was, almost. "Well.. yes... ish."

Dixie glared at him, her teeth bared, for a few more moments before seemingly suppressing her urge to tear him apart, , Instead sighing loudly before standing up from her seat. "Well, looks like it was my fault for trusting you to come through for me, trust me it won't happen again." As she went to leave she felt a hand grip her wrist as she walked past him.

"Hey wait a minute!" Milo spoke up as he held her still with his grip on her wrist "I may not have got the answers you wanted but I still risked a lot trying to help you," He let go of her before crossing his arms in his seat. "Regardless of the results you still owe me something for the trouble I went through today."

Dixie raised her hand, aiming to smack him repeatedly around the cranium before a evil smirk appeared on her face, "You know what darlin you're right" She leaned down and grasped the still full glass of milkshake on the table and without warning poured the entire thing on Milo's head. She grinned openly as she heard him yip in shock at the sudden cold liquid dripping down his face and all over him. "There you go Milo honey, consider yourself paid."

Wiping his face with a napkin, Milo leaned back in his chair and sighed. Ignoring as best he could the crowd of restaurant patrons staring at him. He wasn't even mad at Dixie for what she did, in a way he deserved it somehow. He looked up from his lap as a rather angry looking waiter placed something on one of the few dry places on the table. "Great and she leaves me with the bill!"

The taxi ride home along the busy highway for Dixie was silent and emotional. Besides the rage she felt now that she knew that Milo had let her down. She also felt a almost overwhelming sadness. Knowing she had let herself and Tom down. This truly seemed like it was her last chance to expose Stella as the underhanded manipulative bitch she was. How she had systematically had stolen control of Heat Dream as a whole from right under Tom Danielson's feet. This fact wouldn't have been so difficult to swallow if it wasn't made true through basically only blackmail and malice.

As for right now, Dixie only had questions with very few answers. Like how did Stella know of the not so work friendly activities her and the other girls had done with him and each other? How could she find out who the whistleblower actually was and what he/she was going to get out of this? But one question suddenly came to Dixie's mind as she neared her house: how did Jenna fit into all this? Was Jenna the stooge? It made sense how she of all people would know who to tell about Tom's 'activities'. Seeing as she was Tom, the CEO's assistant she had the personal contact details of many high profile business partners around her many times a day. Dixie shook those thoughts out of her head. She must be more stressed out then she originally thought. Even if Jenna could have leaked the info needed to blackmail Tom, they were almost like family. Of all the friends she worked with, Jenna seemed like the least likely lady to do anything to hurt Tom.

As her taxi turned the last corner before her house, Dixie was confused when she immediately spotted Tom's car in the driveway. Every other time Tom had dropped by it was because she had asked him to spend the night, mainly when she felt lonely. Dixie got out of the car and casually paid her fare before heading to the front door. She knew the reason wouldn't be too serious or he would have called her instead of just turning up unannounced.

When Dixie walked through the front door she was hit with the strong heavenly scent of freshly cooked seafood risotto. She closed her eyes and sighed as she basked in the smell of Tom's personalized culinary expertise. All thoughts of how bad her day had turned out disappeared, kicking off her shoes and dropping her handbag on the hallway counter. Taking off her jacket, she put it on the coat hook and headed towards the kitchen and had quite the sight waiting for her.

In the kitchen was Dixie's boyfriend, Tom Danielson, squeezing lemon juice to complete his dish. Despite the fact his back was to the doorway, Dixie was standing in, the vast amount of wagging his curved tail was doing showed he was aware of her presence. Apparently he didn't want to risk spilling anything on the shirt he was once wearing so had decided to discard it entirely. The article of clothing laying a chair along with the house key she had once given him. His naked back filled Dixie's vision as she walked up behind him, it was clear to her that losing his job had not deterred him from at least staying in reasonable physical condition.

From behind, Dixie wrapped her arms around Tom's stomach, hugging herself close to him. It had been a tad chilly outside considering how late it was, so feeling the warm softness of his fur against her chest was quite the relief to the cold. They stood there for a moment in total comfortable silence, Dixie holding herself close to him and appreciating his warmth as she looked over his shoulder. Tom grinned to himself as he felt her sigh against his ear, her gaze fixed on what he had prepared for them.

"Wow Tom honey, that smells like some fine food you cooked up for us. Forget ya'll have more qualities then just ya devotion to pleasin me" Dixie couldn't help but chuckle to herself when she felt Tom's wagging tail come to a halt. His fluffy appendage then smacked against her thigh in such a way as to show his mock annoyance by her comment.

"Oh is that so?" Tom replied, raising an eyebrow intrigued with a confident grin on his face. He turned his head slightly to look her in the eye over his shoulder as he put the finishing touches to their dinner. "Considering how many times you ASK ME to spend the night over here at your place." he began. "Sounds more like you have an addiction to what my devotion has to offer." He makes a really good point there Dix.

"Oo ouch, ya keep reminding me of that sharp tongue of yours don't ya honey," Dixie said as she stroked his chest lovingly. "Then how about ya fill me in on why I walk in and find my lover boy making his special occasion cuisine for dinner."

In an instant Tom's tail stopped moving and his loving smile was replaced by a look of seriousness and uncertainty. "That's the thing Dixie, there's something I have to talk to you about seriously for a minute." Leaning down and turning off the oven Tom turned to Dixie and gestured toward the dining room table. "Dixie if you wouldn't mind would you kindly take a seat."

Now slightly worried by the sudden seriousness of the situation Dixie obliged and sat at the table. Her play full attitude gone in an instant. She was soon joined by Tom who sat on a chair the opposite side and looked her deeply in her eyes.

"Dixie I well.. I received a surprising phone call earlier today while you were at work, concerning my current unemployment."

Dixie began to frown once she began to figure out where Tom was maybe going with this. After she had gone to such lengths to get Tom his old job back, including paying for a private investigator with her own money. She was sure that what he was about to say would just throw all her hard work out of the window. She just wanted them to be working together again after Stella had just up and took his company away from him right under his nose not long ago.

"Hello? hello Dixie? you still there?" Tom asked as he snapped his fingers in front of her face. This seemed to bring her back to reality.

"Sorry about that Tom hon, just had somethin on my mind for a minute there. What were you sayin?" Dixie asked.

"well what I was saying was that I got a phone call today and it was from a friend of mine" Tom looked Dixie in the eyes and held her hand with his. "I think they are going to offer me a job with their employer."

There it was, in one sentence the worst outcome that Dixie could of expected to hear.

Well maybe not the worst she could think of but it was still up there, unless there was more to this then she thought. Trying unsuccessfully to hold back the urge, the urge to demand he explain himself for taking an offer somewhere else, instead of trusting her to get his job back that he had. Dixie stood up in a huff, knocking back the chair she sat on as she backed Tom up against the kitchen counter. She had one pointed finger pressed into his chest as she bared her sharp teeth in anger. "What in the hell were you thinkin of Thomas, I put my neck out for you to get your job back and you just move on like its nothin."

Tom had a honest look of fear on his face as he felt his lower back collide with the counter, his fur standing on end all at once. If there was one thing he knew to avoid it was getting Dixie at what he called the 'Finger poke of doom' angry. Realizing she was at the bared teeth stage of her rage he had to act quickly.

"Well Dixie I don't want to jinx this so I can't really go into much detail, but I can tell you that we can still see plenty of each other," Tom stated, putting on a big smile. Tom went for a risky move and carefully grasped her outstretched hand at the wrist, stepping closer to her. Both their hands now pressed between their close chest as he looked lovingly into Dixie's eyes. "Trust me it will be like I had never left, you'll see."

After a few calming breaths Dixie began to lighten up a little, she had at least a small amount of faith left in Tom. She was sure that he would put their relationship first in his priorities ahead of his own selfishness. Removing his hand from her wrist she wrapped both her arms around his neck, feeling his arms join around her middle."So this friend of yours..." Dixie began, leaning her upper body close to Toms in such a way that it made her generous chest much more prominent. "Do you think like with your other friends my 'presence' would play a hand in convincing them to see things our way?"

Tom had to hold back a comment or two about her openly lewd display yet Dixie could see he was rolling his eyes in amusement at her antics. Removing himself from her loving embrace he carefully poured a reasonable amount of his food onto two plates. He brought them to the table and laid them down. "Look don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think this particular friend will be swayed by your 'presence'."

Dixie gasped in a overly dramatic fashion, looking down and caressing her stomach with a shocked look on her face. "What are ya saying hon? that I'm not stunnin enough for this friend of yours?." She dramatically sat down at the table and crossed both her arms, huffing loudly. "Well if that's what you think then fine, you can forget about sex tonight mister."

As Tom began trying to salvage their evening of mutual passion and love another couple was preparing for a night in. Foregoing the cities infamous nightlife for an evening of delivery pizza, and a television show.

It was by this point truly night, the stars littered the sky with hardly a cloud to obscure their visibility. From the built up area near the center of the city were the suburbs around the outer sides. It was here where Rita resides along with the two men she has a unique relationship with. An accurate description of their relation was friends, with friends, with benefits.

In the parlor of the small house, a television cast it's flickering glow upon the canine and human, both snuggled deep into the cushions of a sofa. Rita had left her troubles with work at the door, and now sat with her feet up on the coffee table, watching one of her favorite shows. Her human companion likewise watched, but with a bit of apprehension.

"Whats the matter Trent, hunine television something you're not accustomed too?" The saluki asked, raising one eyebrow as her partner's discomfort. On the television, a survivor type reality TV show was playing, however this was catered to the canine breed, known as hunines. As the part canine part human species had evolved it had been seen as normal for them to keep the names that had been bestowed onto them by their once owners. In order to distance themselves from the label of just being dogs who can speak and walk on two legs they were given the name 'Hunine'. At that moment, contestants were being forced to ear some rather unpalatable meals. The canine participant seemingly being unfazed at the prospect.

"Mmph man I wish I had something to eat right now, so hungry for some reason" Rita whined rubbing her belly. Mostly to further distract the human squirming next to her.

"I don't think I'll ever eat again" her partner Trent replied with a look of nausea on his face. "If I ever end up lost in a jungle I think I'll let a snake swallow me whole then have to eat something like that." Maybe it was just because Trent was a human and not a German Sheppard like their third partner Rex, but the idea of that being edible made his stomach lurch.

"Oh come on Trent your telling me if we both got stuck in a jungle you'd rather get eaten then eat that?" Rita asked him.

"Depends, if it was stranded out there with you I have a feeling you could maybe convince me to stick around" This earned Trent a kiss on the cheek and Rita's warm furred body pressed against his chest.

Suddenly Rita and Trent were both interrupted when they heard the sound of the doorbell ringing, as well as a knocking on it. Rita looked down at her watch in confusion then turned to her human partner.

"Huh, who could that be at this hour?" Rita asked while considering getting up to answer it "It's the middle of the night!" Although it was true it was particularly late, her and her partners would regularly be awake and out on the town around now. The only real reason they weren't out being that Rita was engaged in the show. The plan was to head out later, and meet with their third partner, Rex, after her had hit up the gym fallowing his late night shift.

"Oh that's right I ordered a pizza about twenty minutes ago," Trent replied, getting to his feet and stretching his back after sitting for so long. "I didn't really feel like cooking tonight seeing as we were heading out later to the clubs." He walked out of the room to the front door, he returned moments later with a hot, delicious smelling pizza box. "Double cheese, pepperoni deep" he said placing the box on the coffee table. "With bacon on half of course for my meat loving lover" he added, earning him a stiff punch to the arm.

"Oh hah hah" Rita replied sarcastically despite the growing smile on her now blushing face. "Were you trying to be hilarious right there or are you just aiming to get some before we go out tonight?"

She didn't blame him of course for being tempted. After the ?rst one or two days of their relationship being nothing but lustful rutting they had all decided to hold back a little. It was Rita who had suggested it, she felt that they should have a dry period to see if their relationship would last. Trent and their third partner who was currently absent Rex had accepted her suggestion without question, making it clear they would stay with her regardless.

"Oh you know what I'm like when you're wearing those tight pants, just make me want to take you over the coffee table" Trent replied as he reached around Rita subtlety. He almost moaned out loud as he roughly groped her ass through the material, even through the tough material he could feel the warmth of her body. "Seriously, if I didn't have to go pay the pizza guy I would rip these things right off your body right now."

"OK down boy heel" Rita giggled as she grasped his invasive hand and held it at her side "go and pay the guy for the grub and let me watch the last few minutes of my show ok."

Trent let out an exaggerated sigh with a smile on his face, raising Rita's hand to his lips and kissing it softly. "You're de?nitely sticking to your guns aren't you Rita babe, ?ne, ?ne, I'm going" he said leaning down and picking up his wallet. "When We head out later though, me and Rex are gonna be all over you." He strategically stroked fingers against her thigh as he ?nally headed back to the front door.

With Trent out the room, Rita grabbed herself a slice of pizza and fell back onto her comfy sofa and snuggled back into it with a sigh. If it wasn't pressed between her back and the sofa, her tail would be wagging back and forth. For Rita life was just great as she un-paused the TV and went back to her show.

It wasn't long before the show ended, and Rita sat up and stretched out her arms, letting out a drawn out yawn before she turned off the TV and stood up. As she worked the kinks out of her back she suddenly realized how quite it was, Trent had not come back from paying for the pizza. Even though she had seen the headlights of the Pizza man's car vanished from out a window some time ago.

The half of the pizza she had left for him for when he got back was now close to completely cold. Cautiously Rita walked out of the living room and headed towards the door to investigate his bizarre disappearance.

Once she had got halfway down the main hallway she began to hear voices coming from the front door. One she recognized as Trent but the other was familiar too, it was the voice of their other partner Rex. She was curious as to what their furry companion was even doing here, from what she heard he had to work late that night. Sneaking closer without making a sound she snuck back behind the partially closed living room door, listening closely.

"What are you even doing here man? You said you were gonna hit the gym after you finished your shift tonight," Trent asked quizzically.

"That was the plan bro but you have to listen to me" Rex replied with concern "It was going fine until the boss lady had me capture a interloper stalking around the upper levels" He paused to look around the two of them for anyone listening in.

Trent just stared at him dumbfounded "Yeah so, we both have the training to take down anyone that trespasses on our domain, so what's the problem."

"The problem is when I headed out to grab this guy Stella gave me different instructions to what was the norm, way different" Rex said. His tail unmoving and limp behind him, showing a clear sign of unhappiness with how things had turned out.

Now Trent was starting to feel concerned about the situation. "How 'different' are we talking here?" He asked putting air quotes around the word different.

It was at this moment that Rita's curiosity was peaked, she realized this could be information that could help her and the others. Thinking quickly she reached into her pants pocket and fished out her mobile phone, flicking through the apps she brought up the voice recorder. She pressed 'record' and listened.

"Well as you know we usually drag them to the below ground level to be detained until the cops show up right?" Rex began after making a long drawn out sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, go on"

"Well when I did get him down there she ordered me to bring him to a below ground surveillance office instead of the detainment room" Rex continued, noticing that Trent seemed to be as confused as he assumed he would be. "I left the room as soon as he was securely held down to the chair, but I stuck around and pressed my ear to the other side of the door."

At this point of the story Trent was getting increasingly nervous, he didn't like where this was going. "Rex before you continue ,just answer me this" he said, cutting off Trent. "Just tell me if this story ends with 'I had to dump his unconscious body in front of the A&E unit' or something equally as gruesome."

Rex took a moment to give Trent a look of disbelief and bewilderment "Okay no, no I wasn't going to say that" he said in a monotone voice. "Look just listen, whatever Stella is planning on doing to fulfill her plans, more innocent humines are being dragged into it." He placed his hand on his human companion's shoulder for emphasis "We can't just hold our tongues about this anymore man, we need to tell someone about this and end it before anyone else gets involved."

"And just what is _'it'_boys"

Both the human and humine men jumped in surprise before turning to see their partner, who had her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Tail flicking in aggravation. Before they could try and form words to respond, Rita held out her phone and played back their recorded conversation only moments ago. They both saw that there was no point in trying to convince her otherwise and accepted they had no choice.

"Ok Rita, babe," Trent finally said gesturing to inside the house "Let's sit down and we'll tell you what we know."

Both males sat on the sofa while Rita sat across from them in the armchair, her arms had remained crossed since she caught them earlier and were still crossed. She leaned back into the chair she was sitting on and took a long calming breath "ok boys let's start from the beginning, was her plan JUST to take over the 'Heat Dream' company?"

Trent gave Rex a look of disdain, since it was his fault they even had to say anything to Rita, in the first place. "If you think that taking over the opposition's business was her only plan then you don't know half of what is really going on." He leaned up from the sofa and looked Rita in the eyes as he continued "We don't know why she is doing this but there is another reason for her actions, it can all be pinpointed down to one humine in particular"

"Ggrrr its Dixie isn't it" Rita growled as she stood up and threw her hands in the air in anger. "that's it isn't it, anything goes wrong around here it all boils down to her and Tom's relationship"

"Wrong"

Rita froze when she heard Trent say that word. She tilted her head to one side, completely confused.

"Look Rita there is one humine that is somehow the center of why Stella is doing any of this," Trent said, standing up himself

"and that humine is Jenna"

"What?" was all Rita could ask, as far as she knew Jenna had been purposely left in the dark on every unethical thing that had happened since she had arrived. "But wait, why Jenna? She was just Tom's secretary, no offense but why would Stella go through all this trouble because of her?"

"That's the part even we don't know," Rex responded, joining the conversation as he stood "not through lack of trying mind you but honestly it's like she is obsessed with her sometimes by how much she talks about her."

Before Rex could continue speaking he was quickly halted by a stiff elbow to the gut by Trent who was madly signaling him to shut up.

"Wait a second" Rita said quizzically while giving both men a look of suspicion "How do you know that Jenna is Stella's reason for doing any of this?" she asked, a scowl appearing as she started to get angry "more to the point, how do you know what she always talks about if your just security guards?"

"Rex, I swear to your humine god I will feed you a bone violently through the eye socket using my foot!" Trent yelled clenching a fist "Or at least cram it in that massive noise hole of yours."

"Trent, Rex, there is still something you've been keeping from me isn't there" Rita walked up to Rex and looked him right in the eyes. "You better keep talking Rex or else I'll be the one to do something to you."

Rex knew which of the two scared him more in that situation and continued to speak. "We know what she talks about because we are more than just security guards. A lot more." He tried to look away from Rita's eyes, he knew this was going to hurt her as much as them for him to reveal. "First off, we ARE security guards for 'Heat Dream', that is the truth. But a couple of weeks before we both met you at that club downtown, while Tom Danielson was still the man in charge.." Trent began

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"So this is how it turns out huh?" Rex asked as he took another swig from his third beer bottle that evening. "Sitting in a under lit bar on a Monday night, Cheap swill the only thing on the menu I can actually afford."

Him and Trent had just finished their day shifts as security and were currently in the middle of attempting to drink their depression away. The sound of a worn out CD player making it hard to even focus on thinking, though that was probably for the best right now.

"Well it's either this or try and get that rat out of our apartment bathroom again," Trent replied before taking another sip from his beverage. "Let's face it dog bro, it doesn't pay to be on the opposite side of crime either." He checked his wristwatch for the fourth time that hour and sighed to himself as he turned on his stool away from the bar. "Not even any tail here tonight either, dammit we are surrounded by hot women at work all day and now we are free to hang out there's nothing."

"Oh give it a rest already," Rex replied, growing tired of Trent's almost daily complaining at this point. "Say we each get a chance with any of the ladies we get close to at work, it's not like we can do anything about it besides ask them to ignore the rat in the bathtub." He turned around and patted his human partners back, before gripping his shoulder tightly "I will say this though my friend, I for one would do anything to get a piece of the good life once in the while."

They were interrupted from their joint fantasies by the sound of a female voice laughing openly in their direction. "That bitching and whining sounds familiar, where did I hear it again?"

Their attention was brought to a woman with half her appearance covered by the darkness of her corner booth. "Oh yes now I remember, it was me not long ago when I was in the same situation as you two tenderfoots."

Trent and Rex were both confused and aggravated by her blatant disrespect and attitude, they weren't going to stand for this. Together they stood up from their bar stools and headed towards her, they still couldn't make out who she was but didn't much care. Soon they were at her table and were leaning on it to look this mystery bitch in the face to intimidate her. They were shocked when they recognized her.

"Hey I've seen you at work before, what are you doing here besides getting on our collective nerves" Trent asked, only to be pushed aside by his angry humine buddy.

"Yeah, who the hell do you think you are talking to us like that" Rex did not let the fact he recognized her too catch him off guard as he bared his teeth.

"Because I know exactly what you are going through right now, or should I say I once knew exactly what you're going through." Leaning back into her damaged but padded seat, the humine lady patted the chair on both sides of her. "How about you two join me here and I tell you how I was saved from what you're feeling."

The two decided to accept her offer and at least hear her out, walking over and taking a seat on either side of her. Before Trent could sit down on her left however she casually reached down between her legs and lifted a large duffel bag from between her feet. Neither of the males questioned it but were curious as they sat down, glancing at the bag from the corners of their eyes more than once.

"Gentlemen what if I told you that in the near future 'Heat Dream' is going to be a victim of a fast hostile takeover? That the days of Thomas Danielson being in charge are numbered!"

A satisfied grin split her muzzle as she noticed the shock on her possible associates faces.

"For the longest time I was just like you, living paycheck to paycheck, watching Dixie Mcintyre and her equally slutty colleagues manipulate and use that pervert Danielson to their own means!"

Noticing the attention the group was getting after her outburst she took a deep breath and sat back in her seat. "It was not long ago I was approached by a domineering Dalmatian by the name of Stella at this very bar. She somehow knew exactly how I felt, and tracked me down." She raised a hand to her neck, making the two men notice the custom made collar she was wearing for the first time.

"Stella saved me from the life that had been destined for me, gave me a second chance with many, many perks. I was offered the chance to help her make a difference in how things were done there, to make 'Heat Dream' a better place." She then reached for the bag and pulled the zipper open, showing the bag was full of money stacks. Reaching into the bag she handed Trent and Rex a stack of money each Stella's apparent follower took one of Trent's and Rex's hands into her own ,"Now she has sent me to help you. You have a choice gentlemen, follow Stella to the future or choose to be loyal to your employer but live poor."

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It was a few days later where Rex and Trent found themselves on a mission set by Stella herself. Somehow Stella knew Tom Danielson was going to be dragged out to this club by the women he worked with, of course Dixie taking the lead. They had been given their instructions and were now ready and in position at the back of the club.

"I don't know about this Trent, I mean what if someone finds out what we're doing here" Rex said. Him and his partner Trent were both currently sitting in the pre-paid private booth in a less heavily crowded area of the room. Rex was busy looking out for someone in particular while Rex just leaned back in the booth and openly panicked.

"Uuhh for the last time Rex what we are going to be doing here is not illegal or even suspicious in the slightest, so just shut up and help me look for her"

Rex nodded and helped Trent scan the area for her, the woman that had approached them at that bar not long ago. They knew she was soon going to walk up to their table and give them the signal to continue their mission.

"Remind me again what it is we are supposed to be doing precisely" Rex said.

"Look Rex it goes like this," Trent replied to his humine friend "Jenna and her group are going to turn up any second and when they do we sit here and wait until it is only her and some woman called Rita sitting alone. How Stella knows that will happen I don't know but we just have to be ready for when it happens." Just as Trent finished his sentence said group had just walked in through the front door. "Ok now we wait until Stella's partner walks over and gives us the signal and then we make our move."

"Ok" Rex said getting ready to move "The lady gives the go ahead and we walk over to their table" They both noticed the woman that they had been waiting for heading right towards them."Ok here comes our cue to walk over to them, now all we need to do is get this Rita lady to leave Jenna alone and join us on the dance floor."

"Exactly, we get her out of the way and let this Stella lady do whatever with Jenna in the meantime."

They waited patiently until Stella's partner walked up to their booth and leaned close to Trent's ear to speak to him. "Ok I have gotten Rita and Jenna alone, get over there and take care of Rita ASAP."

Trent fist bumped Rex as they made their way to the table "Remember we have to get Rita interested or we can kiss this well paid deal goodbye."

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For a long drawn out moment there was just silence, unbearble high tension silence. Trent and Rex lowered their heads in shame at what they just had to admit too. They did risk a glance upward at Rita and saw she was just standing there, her hands clenched at her sides in pure anger.

"I don't believe this" Rita finally said after a few minutes of unbearable tension, her fingers turning white from the force of her clenched fists. "It's all a lie isn't it, this 'relationship' we've had all this time was just so Stella could keep tabs on me wasn't it!"

"Rita please listen"

" WASN'T IT," she yelled, tears forming in her eyes "How could I be such an idiot to think either of you actually cared."

"Please Rita we are so sorry, that's what it was at first but please listen," Rex pleaded. "The time we've spent together since that day has been honestly real love for you, please believe us."

"Hes right Rita baby," Trent continued "It is true that we were told to keep an eye on you, but all the affection we have showed towards you has been one hundred percent real." He took Rita's now unclenched but shaking hand into his own and looked deep into her watery eyes. "How can we prove to you that you are the only thing that truly matters to either of us, please let us prove our love to you."

Rita choked back a sob and dried her eyes with her arm, she looked first at Rex then back to Trent with only love in her eyes. She squeezed Trent's hand in hers before continuing."If you truly love me then you would choose me over Stella and whatever she has done for you. If what you said is true, then you know who Stella's second in command is, the traitor that started all this.

Tell me who the 'rat' is and I will believe you."

Trent looked to Rex for guidance yet all he got in return was a shake of his partner's head. Fighting back a sob Trent let go of Rita's hand and turned away from her, lifting his hand to caress the collar both he and Rex had been wearing since that faithful day.

The lack of a response was all Rita needed to see, she turned and started leaving the room and stopping at the doorway. "I want you both to get your things and get the hell out, I have some phone calls to make."

"Rita wai.."

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE AND OUT OF MY LIFE!!"

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"Dammit Dixie, why aren't you or Tom picking up your phones" Rita asked out loud, aggravated. She began scrolling through the work numbers she had on her contacts. She found another friend she could call and waited for them to pick up. "Finally we get some information on who this 'rat' is and how we could get Tom his job back. Can't believe I was so dense that I was played so easily like that."

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the person she had called answering their phone.

"Hello? this is..."

"Hello? oh thank goodness someone's picking up, listen this is Rita and I have some big news for all of us."

"Oh really and just what news is that?" the caller on the other end asked, sounding intrigued.

"It turns out that getting Tom Danielson fired and taking over wasn't the only thing Stella was planning to do" Rita continued. "Whatever is going on has something to do with Jenna too for some reason, we need to call a private group meeting tomorrow morning and tell the others."

'WHAM!'

Before Rita could continue to talk to her friend she was suddenly struck on the back of the head by something hard. She collapsed to the ground in complete shock before passing out on her hallway floor.

Towering over her was her attacker, it was Rex that had knocked her out so Trent could pick up her phone. He breathed a small sigh of relief when he read the caller ID, he put the phone to his ear and braced himself.

"Hi its Trent and Rex here, so sorry about all that" he said as he found the active recording app on the phones screen menu.

"Trent my humine associate, why is Rita calling me up and telling me information only me, you and Rex should know?" the female voice on the other end of the line asked. "Though the fact she is telling me these things proves that she has no idea that I am part of this plan, so I guess that's something I suppose."

"Thats right madam, she had no idea, what a stroke of luck right? Trent spoke nervously. "So uuhhh, what do you think we should do with Rita now that she knows?" He asked while fumbling through Rita's pockets. Finding her phone, he deleted the audio recording she had made just to be safe.

"The only thing we can do you humine pain in the butt" came the reply "You will have to take her to mistress Stella's 'cage'. I will contact said mistress, you two dolts clean up any mess you made and bring her here right away." She said with an exasperated sigh.

Hanging up the phone Trent wiped his now sweating forehead and sighed, he knew exactly what was in store for Rita considering where they were going. "Ok Rex tidy up that broken vase and grab Rita's legs, looks like we have to take her for a little ride."

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Rita slowly regained consciousness with a throbbing pain in the back of her head, making her wince as her eyes slowly opened. She didn't know what had hit her but she could very well tell it hurt like a bitch. Once her eyes focused on the semi darkness of the room she was in, she observed her surroundings in horror. She noticed straight away that there were no windows on the walls and only one door, or at least that's what she could make out. There was only one light bulb in the generously sized room that left the center of the room lit up but left the walls near invisible in the darkness.

It was what was in the center of the room that made Rita gasp out loud in shock.

There, right under the one light bulb's brightness was a humine being held captive, two ropes that seemed to disappear into the dark were keeping their arms fully held out at their sides. The captured person's body clearly looked humine because of the bulge on their lower back where their tail was. Any other bindings that were being used to restrain them were impossible to see, the body was covered from head to toe in a large piece of fabric. The way their head seemed to be drooping forward implied they were either knocked out or perhaps worse.

When Rita went to attempt to rescue herself and the covered captive, she realized she was tied to a pole behind her. Any attempt to pull her arms free through struggling seemed to only make the rope around her wrists even tighter. She sat against the pole with her rear on the floor, her legs pressed against her stomach as she managed to successfully make it to her feet.

"Mmmph, Hello, uuhh ANYBODY?!" Rita screamed as she pulled at her wrist bindings in utter panic.

The noise she was making seemed to wake up her captured room mate, who started struggling weakly in their own restraints. There was a weak muffled groaning coming from their mouth, making it clear that they were female and also gagged. The tied down woman would have attempted to at least kick uselessly, sadly her ankles were locked into cuffs. A long chain running through an eye-bolt set in the floor gave her some movement to spread her legs, yet kept her feet chained to the floor.

"Oh great, now you've woke her up before the great unveiling" a voice spoke from the darkness. "Considering the day she's had, she will need as much rest as she can get."

Rita watched as their mystery assailant stepped out from behind the covered body and into the light. They were wearing an all black outfit, black jeans, black sneakers and a oversized hoodie that covered their upper body and face entirely.

Their female voice was one that Rita recognized. Yet could not place considering the circumstances. "Why did you kidnap me like this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!" she yelled, pulling on her bindings again in rage.

"Oh will you give it a rest Rita. Jeez, its already enough of a pain I even HAD to kidnap you in the first place. You could have saved me a lot of trouble if you just minded your own business."

"Wait a minute.. that's it, of course" Rita exclaimed with a look of anger mixed realization on her face. "Last thing I remember was telling my friend about Stella's plans, you must be the rat that helped her get Thomas fired in the first place." She couldn't stand it, after all this time and speculation she was mere feet away from the perpetrator yet couldn't do anything about it. "Just wait until I get my claws on you, I'm going to beat you down, then drag you to Dixie and let her have a turn whooping your ass."

Instead of being even slightly intimidated, the mystery traitor simply laughed at Rita right to her face. "See this is why I didn't gag you Rita, you are always so funny when you get this angry." They walked right up to her, yet just far enough away to easily avoid her biting teeth. "Though I will cut you some slack, you're not the first to try and be intimidating in your current situation." They then turned their back to Rita and walked over to the covered captive in the centre of the room. "If anything, you were the second."

With a flick of the wrist the kidnapper grasped the edge of the covering fabric and pulled it off to reveal something that made Rita's breath hitch in her throat.

There in the middle of the room, completely naked besides the bindings that held out her arms, was Georgette. She looked like she had been through quite the experience, all her fur was matted with sweat and her eyes were barely open and soulless. The anger Rita expected to see on her face was instead a look of complete exhaustion and submission. A ribbon of drool rolled from the ballgag wedged into her mouth. The skin on her legs and thighs was quivering slightly as she just stood there seemingly only held up by the ropes and metal holding her tightly. If she had even noticed Rita looking into her eyes, she didn't show any sign besides another droplet of saliva cascading down her chin and onto her chest.

"What.. the...actual hell" Rita asked softly, not believing her what she saw, she was now openly shaking in fear and bewilderment. "What... what did you do to her?" she asked, watching as their captor used one of her fingers to wipe away the droplet as it slid down her breast.

"I think the question you should be asking Rita is, if it's not Georgette, you or Dixie that are the supposed rat, then who is?" The captor said, enjoying the look of shock and confusion on Rita's face. "I'll even give you a cheap hint that I am not Jenna either, so that must mean that I'm..."

Rita's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if a light bulb had just gone off in her head "no ...... it can't be"

Rita was answered when her captive pulled Rita's own phone out of her hoodie pocket and selected the 'last number called' option. Sure enough another phone in the room started to ring, the phone her captive pulled out of her other hoodie pocket. "That's right Rita it was me all along"

The captor took hold of her hood covering her face and pulled it back and off revealing that she was in fact, ANGEL.

"Angel... no.. why... why would you do this to us?, to Thomas?, to me?" Rita asked, practically begging for a reason for all of this. She couldn't help but notice the collar around Angel's neck now that the hood was down.

Before Angel could say anything in response, the door to the room suddenly opened and let in some light from outside it. Inside walked both Trent and Rex, they were both surprisingly topless, each only wearing a pair of loose gym pants and their collars. "Mistress Stella said you were ready for us Angel my dear" Trent said, casting a glance over to a still shocked beyond words Rita. "What is she doing here?" he asked "You said yourself and mistress had a different idea for her punishment."

"Oh we do Trent, believe me we do" Angel replied, she walked over to a darkened corner of the room and returned holding something. It looked like a piece of rope, similar in strength to the rope that bound Rita's arms. "But for now I think she needs to see a spoiler of what mistress Stella has done to those that get in her way."

Rita struggled uselessly and kicked wildly as Angel casually walked over to her, she suddenly stopped shouting and keeled over as much as she could. Angel had struck her hard right in her exposed stomach, making her gasp for air and yell out in intense pain and discomfort. In the few seconds that her mouth was wide open Angel made her move. Wrapping the rope around Rita's head in such a way to run the strands through her mouth and between her teeth. Making a few loops around her muzzle to bind her mouth shut before knotting it behind her head. Effectively gagging Rita in the roughest way possible. Rita stopped struggling and leaned against the pole behind her, knowing that she was trapped and could no longer even speak.

"There we go all nice and peaceful again," Angel sighed in happiness as she walked away from Rita and towards the bound up poodle. "Now you and me can pick up where we left off can't we 'darling'" Angel said, mocking Georgette as she reached forward and softly stroked the side of her captive's face. "Good girl, you've learned already how much I like a bitch that knows when to be silent haven't you."

Angel reached back and softly stroked her fingers through Georgette's long blue hair lovingly. She took a while to admire the soft texture of it despite how damp with sweat it was. "I've made it clear that if you hadn't of been such a controlling bitch to me all this time you and I could have been so much more haven't I?"

Georgette looked up into Angel's eyes and just nodded slowly in a defeated manner, all her rage and anger drained after what Angel had already put her through that evening. Her body still hurt all over immensely from the punishing torture she had withstood until now. From the sharp stinging of her once clamped nipples, to the freshly struck undersides of her bare feet on the cold concrete floor. She could even feel the sharp jolts of pain all over her rear end where Angel had spared no energy spanking her repeatedly.

"It is such a shame really that this realization of yours came with such a price isn't it?" Angel asked her once superior. She let her fingers caress Georgette's white and now partially pink chest and midsection. When one of her fingertips slowly drifted over Georgette's puffy red nipple, she grinned as her pet let out a small pathetic whimper through her gag. "Oh no, are these little nips of yours still all red and sore?" She didn't let up on her, now circling each turgid nipple softly with both hands, feeling Georgette's chest rise under her fingers as she gasped for breath. "It did hurt me too you know, I always secretly admired your bust." Leaning forward Angel softly placed her lips on one of her captives breasts and let her nipple push into her warm wet mouth.

Georgette started to struggle in her binds again at the strong sensation of Angel's tongue lashing at her stinging chest. Her eyes closed tightly and her hips started grinding against Angel's stomach as she moaned pathetically.

"Oh I understand what you want now my new pet" Angel spoke after releasing poor Georgette's now dark red nub from her lips. A sinister grin appearing on her face as both her hands traveled further down and took a firm grip of both Georgette's hips. "You want me to pick up from where we left off exactly don't you?" she asked as she got down onto her knees before her new toy. She turned to the two males waiting patiently at her side, each with a impressive hardon in their pants. "Gentlemen if you would please join me over here, thank you."

Once the two men had stepped closer Angel slowly and delicately leaned forward and spread Georgette's thighs. Instantly she could see what she had used to 'train' Georgette so easily, a dark purple fake erection pushed deep inside of her pussy, it's base nestled in the fur around the poodle's slit. With a lot less delicateness she took hold of the toy's thick base and yanked the toy clean out of Georgette's vagina, making her squeal with new energy as she shook from head to toe. She looked the fake penis over, not as long and thick as Tom's dick was but still big enough to hit her sweet spots. It was practically dripping with her juices, and Angel couldn't help but push it into her own mouth and suckle all the liquid off with a groan.

"Hhhmmm I forgot how tasty you were down here pet" she said while spreading Georgette's pussy lips with her fingers. She could see her insides clenching together, already missing what Angel had pulled out. "Look at this, you are practically squirting right now, after how much you came earlier I'm surprised you have anything left in there."

Georgette was at a crossroads, on one hand she had came so much recently that her insides were beyond sensitive. It was almost painful when the toy was pulled out with how sore and swollen she was down there. Yet somehow feeling what Angel was doing was keeping her on the brink of ecstasy. She didn't want this anymore yet her body was begging for more of what Angel wanted to do to her.

"Well sadly since Rita has decided to make an appearance sooner than I expected" Angel said giving Rita a suggestive wink. "It looks like we will have to end our little obedience lesson right now."

She began signaling for Trent and Rex to stand either side of her. "Why don't we finish this session on a high note my dear Georgette" Angel, still on her knees, then one by one pulled down both Trent and Rex's gym pants. Revealing two long thick and already pre dripping dicks. She took Trent's human and Rex's humine cocks in her hands and began to softly stroke them back and forth.

Georgette's eyes bugged out and she shouted into her gag loudly at what she was being forced to watch. Both men dwarfed the toy in length and girth as they throbbed before her eyes. She was against what she knew what was about to happen immensely, there was no way they would even fit even the swollen heads inside her. Yet her crotch continued to clench and drip with lust and her buttocks clenched hard behind her. Her body wanted them, no needed them.

After coating both men's hard as steel erections in their own sticky pre cum, Angel stood up and took a few steps back. She gave both of the males a swift spank on the bottom to wake them up from their trance. "Ok boys, do as your told for once and make her pass out from ecstasy."

With a synchronized nod of their heads, both Trent and Rex got into position with the humine at the front and the human round the back. Rex tested the waters and pushed the fat head of his humine cock against Georgette's sensitive opening. Judging by how hard he had to push it was clear it wasn't going to be easy to get inside her, yet he had been given his orders. He held the defenseless bitch close as he put more force into his pushing, feeling her pussy lips start to stretch painfully over the sensitive head. With one harsh smack against his bare doggy butt by Angel he was able to ruthlessly force the first few inches of his cock inside her opening, making her stiffen like a board and scream into her gag. He didn't give her a second to rest, he pulled back an inch or two before forcing more of his thick cock into her.

Georgette could only scream into the rubber ball as she felt she was about to pass out, that toy had been used on her so much her insides were already on fire. Now this brute was forcing her to take inch after inch of his oversized dick inside her. Her breasts were squashed over and over as he fully smacked against her front with his chest and crotch. She just tried to hold on and take the vicious pounding he was giving her until she felt what felt like a police baton poking against her lower back. She was unable to turn her head but knew what was about to happen, not that she had a choice.

"HHhhmmm you have no idea how long I have wanted to do this to you Georgette, just pull that stick out of your ass and shove mine in instead." Trent spat into his hand and used it as a passable lubricant to prepare his dick and her seemingly already stretched out tailhole. "Well let's see how much male you can handle you stuck up prude," he whispered into her ear. Reaching round her, he grasped her sore chest roughly with both hands and ruthlessly squeezed her breasts. He assumed by this point Georgette must have been practically cross-eyed with how much pain and pleasure she must be feeling. Planning to make her see stars he angled his dickhead against her puckering anus and just shoved forward harshly.

Georgette couldn't even cry out at this point, there were just so many sensations going through her body that she couldn't handle it all. Her eyes were unfocused and drool was just dripping down her chin as her buttocks uselessly clenched around Trent's cock. Her body shook violently in their bonds as both men just pounded their shafts hard and fast into her ass and pussy hole. Her juices from her pussy coating Rex's egg sized nuts and dripping onto the floor at her feet.

"Oh man Trent" Rex groaned, not slowing down even slightly "it's like her pussy is just squirting constantly on my dick, I'm soaked down there." He could feel his balls started to lift up as hi orgasm got closer and closer "when I shoot my load its gonna be like a river!."

"I know what you mean" Trent responded while holding Georgette's boobs in a death grip "It feels like she's going to tear me off with how much she's clenching down on me."

After another solid 5 minutes of relentless pounding to her privates both Rex and Trent pushed balls deep inside her one last time. They let out a joint shout and howl as they stuffed both her holes with their cum. They held her close in some kind of three way hug as they emptied their straining nuts inside her.

Angel watched with a grin on her face as both men slowly withdrew their dicks from Georgette's body. Her captive how hanging uselessly from the confines of her restraints having passed out not long ago. Angel now turned her attention to Rita who had been watching wide eyed the whole time. "Ok men take Georgette into the other room to rest, me and Rita are going to have a little talk about minding your own business."