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ACT IX

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Arriving at Mr. Waddell's office, Trisha found him waiting in the outer room with some aspirins and a diet Dr. Pepper for her. He also seemed to be having trouble keeping a smile off of his face. If it were not for her current condition, she might have noticed. Once she had taken the meds and drink offered, her boss spoke up.

“I asked you to come here because this is very important that we pull this project off properly. We have a new staff member here that will need a ton of coaching. Let me introduce you to her now." He led the muscular mare into his office proper to meet the new staff member. As they entered, the new female stood from her chair and smiled at Trisha, making the dark mare stop dead in her tracks.

“Hello, Patricia. My name's Lynn Hunter. It's so nice to make your acquaintance," the tall felid stated, giving her a warm smile as she walked up to her. Trisha gasped in return.

“Tigre," was all the muscular mare could squeak out, standing face to face with what looked to be her VR trainer in the flesh. This feline was a white tigress, about six foot two, maybe one hundred ninety pounds, very muscular. She had to be a Brandon 61, a general battle tigress. She was also very intimidating in person.

“Oh yeah, that's right. I was told I was the body double for your new VR program. I did pose for that scanning quite a while ago, maybe two years or more but I didn't think they used my scans in the end." Lynn stated, waiting for Trisha to recover from her shock.

“So, a ... are you really Tigre or not?" Trisha finally asked, making the tigress laugh in return.

“No sweetheart, like I told you earlier, my real name is Claudette Lynn Hunter but while I'm here, I'm Tigre. That's where you and Linda come into play, helping me to pull this charade off." This made the mare get a funny look on her face.

“Um, so Linda knows about this?" Trisha asked, trying to get her head around the tall tiger facing her. Chuck decided to give her the lowdown on that.

“Linda met with her yesterday while you were sick in bed, Patricia. You two need to train Lynn, I mean Tigre, in handling a whip and setting up a performer." Chuck went to the bar to get a sip of his drink, then turned to face Trisha again. “I need your utmost assistance in this matter, sweetheart. I hired her to be an intimidating factor here, just like you. You need to help her achieve this, since she obviously doesn't have the training nor the disposition just yet." Before Trisha could say a word, Chuck gave her this information. “You can use Lisa and Chili for this training. I have spoken with both of them and they've agreed to help us out."

While Trisha took all of this in, Bill Waterman came into the room and gasped at the sight in front of him. He slowly walked up to the tigress and then walked around her, sizing her up.

“My god, you're the spitting image of Tigre, girl." he said in astonishment. “I'm positive now this outfit will fit you perfectly, dear." He opened a bag and pulled out a turquoise bustier and thong for her, carefully handing it to her as if he still couldn't get over the vision in front of him. She reluctantly pulled off her top and bra, putting the bustier on hesitantly, as if she had never worn one before. Trisha helped her by tightening the lacing on the sides for her, then helping her put on her thong.

“Yuck!" she stated, wiggling her butt a bit. “This thong feels weird on me!" Lynn commented, making a funny face while she tried to get it settled on her body better. That outburst made Bill smile.

“Better get used to it, honey. The real Tigre wore not much else except what you have on." Bill handed her the open-toed ankle boots that Tigre made famous, a pair of shooter's gloves and her equipment harness, helping her to get her equipment on correctly. He went and stood over by Chuck, taking in the net results. “Her outfit is cut to the original specs, boss. I guess it's the turquoise leather that makes it look different." Chuck nodded, thinking it would be better to leave it like this than going over to black leather for his tamers.

“Mr. Waddell, what is it exactly I'm supposed to do with Lynn, I mean Tigre?" Trisha asked, giving the tigress some scrutiny.

“OK, here's the deal. Lynn is self owning like you but she was last working for a man as a housekeeper. She needs training to be like the original Tigre." Trisha still didn't understand this deal too much.

“Housekeeper?" Trisha asked, wondering why a very robust military chimera would be a housekeeper.

“Yeah, about that," Lynn said sheepishly, “I was waaay too clumsy to be a battle chimera so I was sold by Brandon Biotech to this guy in Massachusetts as a housekeeper and part time bodyguard. I did a lot of seamstress work on the side and a few other things I'm not proud of to finally purchase myself because of some incidents, both before and after he got married. His new wife really didn't like the idea of me being around for some reason." This made the dark mare smile a very slight smile.

“Well, I guess I have my work cut out for me. Does she have a suite assigned to her yet?" Trisha asked.

“Not yet. Her room, suite 285, will be available to her by tomorrow so I'm wondering, could she stay with you tonight?" Chuck asked, giving the muscular mare his best disarming smile. Trisha nodded, knowing they would need some time to train her properly.

“Yeah, that would be fine. OK Lynn, I mean Tigre, let's get to work." Trisha let the tall tigress out of the boss' office and towards the staff cafeteria.

***

They were walking down the main concourse, the shorter female telling the taller one what was found down each hall. Once near the staff cafeteria, they had the 'opportunity' to run into Tana, who stopped in her tracks, not sure if she was really seeing the tigress in front of her or a ghost from the past.

“Tigre?" she asked hesitantly, watching a slight smile spread across the striped female's face.

“Tana, so nice to see you again, my dear," Tigre replied in a smoky, sultry voice, taking a slightly intimidating stance. It was clear that Tana didn't quite know how to take this; did she kneel, just stand or what else could she do? She finally knelt down in front of Tigre, opened her top to expose her breasts, licking Tigre's foot just like a good Blue Diamond girl should do. The tigress tapped her ear, letting Tana up so she could talk to her.

“Tana, we're at Blue Hawaii, sweetheart. You know you don't have to do that for me anymore." Tigre smiled slightly, knowing this first meeting was going well.

“I thought you were ..." The tigress cut Tana off cold.

“The rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated, I'm afraid. I was badly stunned from my run-in with Foxforce when they took down Blue Diamond. For some reason, everyone thought I was a meat puppet by the way I looked while I was being led out of there by Cheshire. It did take me quite a while before I was feeling like myself again." This seemed to satisfy the lioness' mind. “I'll be working here as a tamer, dear. Please tell me if you have any hard cases that need attention."

“Y ... yes, Ma'am. If I need you to help out, I'll let you know." Tana then turned and quickly left the area.

“I think that went well, don't you?" Tigre asked, smiling ever so slightly. Trisha was nodding, having never observed Tana that upset before.

“I think that went very well, dear." was Trisha's reply. “I'll bet dollars to donuts that she's on her way to tell Nadia and Donna the news."

***

Trisha and Tigre were 'working' in Training 141, going over the different types of attachments that could be used at Blue Hawaii. The mare currently had a pair of cuffs in each hand, showing the white tigress the differences.

“It's not often you need them since all the girls wear ankle and wrist bands anyway but here's how to tell the cuffs apart, sweetie. The wrist cuffs are usually wider and marked with a 'W' near the d-rings." She pointed this out for her, handing her those cuffs. “The ankle cuffs are narrower with an 'A' at the ring." Tigre nodded, taking that in. “Each room has an equipment closet for the smaller hardware, like this one where the attachment hardware for this stuff is kept." Trisha had the tigress step into the small closet to see for herself. “The walls are marked with what belongs in here. A division of Equipment Management is responsible for keeping the closets stocked between performances in the rooms." Tigre seemed to be in awe of the complexity of the system used at Blue Hawaii.

“Wow, this is all kinda complicated, Trisha. I had no idea it was this intricate just to run an extreme sex brothel." While Tigre was looking at the hardware in the closet, Sarah came into the room with a ladder over her shoulder. She smiled when she saw Trisha, dropping her ladder and going over to her, giving her a hug.

“Well, aren't you dressed smart today!" Trisha commented, noting Sarah was wearing the standard Blue Hawaii tan 'STAFF' polo top and some loud tropical print shorts. It did look kind of funny in a way, since she had a loaded linesman's tool belt around her waist.

“Well, you two both look very imposing in your tamer's leather!" she replied, shaking Tigre's hand. “Hi, I'm Sarah Mitchell, the new comm tech here," she greeted the tigress.

“I'm Tigre Hunter. Nice to meet you, Sarah."

“What are you up to in here?" Trisha asked, curious about what brought the spotted mare to this room.

“I'm trying to restore the video feed for this and four other rooms in this hall. I guess the video hasn't worked for a while now." Trisha looked up to see a video camera that should have been tracking the motion in this room. It was currently facing the opposing wall, motionless.

“OK, just don't let us stop you from working. I don't think you'll be in our way or vice-versa." Sarah began looking above the drop tile ceiling, searching for the problem. After a few tiles had been lifted, she got off her ladder and came back over to Trisha.

“Sweetie, could you look at this and confirm what I'm seeing? It looks like some kind of heavy tool cut these cables" she suggested, pointing to her ladder. Trisha agreed to help out, taking a look at the problem. There was a bundle of video cables and the associated video power cords that had been cut by a pinching tool of sorts, maybe a bolt cutter.

“Sarah, this looks bad if you ask me. You had better get Mr. Waddell to see this before you fix it." Trisha suggested, getting off the ladder. Tigre looked for herself, curious as to what they were looking at. She agreed with them, this was done by a heavy tool of sorts.

“Yeah, I would guess a bolt cutter, too. There's some red paint on these metal bars that support the tiles," she pointed out, probably scraped off of the tool while the person responsible cut the cabling.

“Yeah, I'll get the boss down here right away." Sarah got out her cell phone and dialed the boss' number.

***

Mr. Waddell was getting off of the ladder with a very upset look on his face. He didn't want to think somebody here had done this but it was the only explanation. It was working when he opened Blue Hawaii but stopped working around the time that Trisha and another performer were whipped viciously.

“Yeah, I agree, these cables were deliberately cut, Miss Mitchell. Go ahead and fix them, just don't tell anybody that you did it." She looked at him strangely as he added, “I want to flush out who did this." He then turned to look at Trisha and Tigre. “This is between the four of us. I want that person out of here. I can't have this type of behavior happening here."

“How will you catch them?" Trisha asked, thinking it might be real hard to catch someone doing this.

“There are only two sets of bolt cutters on this site, as far as I know; maintenance has one pair and security has the other. The person that did this is most likely from one of those departments." He smiled as he hugged Sarah and told her, “Thanks for bringing this to my attention."

***

Trisha and Tigre were taking a break from training, rolling up their whips and sitting down to enjoy a snack of granola bars and Peach Perfections from the Jamba Juice© shop that Chuck had negotiated a deal with to set up their retail presence in the concourse.

“How's your wrist?" Trish asked, concerned that Tigre was getting a sore arm from working with the whip this afternoon.

“It's getting pretty achy, Patricia," she responded, flexing her fingers a bit. “It probably won't be as bad once I'm used to it," the tigress suggested, rubbing her wrist. “I might need to soak my wrist in an epsom salts bath this evening."

“No, we'll go by Physical Therapy so you can get a massage and whirlpool treatment before bedtime."

“They have physical therapy on site here?" The tigress gave her trainer a funny look.

“Oh Yeah, the therapists are very good here," Trisha replied, giving her a smile. “I should know, I've spent a lot of time there, getting fixed up after some extremely rough shows."

“Rough shows?" This seemed to confuse Tigre.

“Yeah, I was a hard case for over a year." Trisha finally admitted to her. “I was given one hundred stripes a week for thirteen months, until I finally wised up to the situation. I was primarily programmed as a soldier so I have that 'Stand and Fight' attitude that made me a hard case."

“Well, I guess I might have been a hard case myself," Tigre admitted. “I have that same attitude, too but I've just learned to hide it well over the years."

“Hmm," Trisha mused out loud, “You might want to bring it back to the surface, sweetheart. I heard the real Tigre was a very mean lady."

“OK, duly noted. One mean, nasty Tigre coming up," the feline chimera stated, giving Trisha an evil grin as she slowly bit a hunk off of her granola bar. The way she did that even gave Trisha the creeps, that look like she might be taking a bite out of a man's cock.

***

Trisha had been summoned down to VR by Mr. Waddell, the message on her Blackberry telling her that if Tigre was with her, to bring her along too. Once there, they found Chuck and Ellen looking over several boxes full of equipment with furrowed brows.

“Oh, Hello Patricia, Tigre, thanks for coming down here," he said with a smile. “We had this stuff sent to us by the VR equipment's manufacturer. I guess all the Blue facilities are getting these." He picked up another piece of hardware, a section to a hard suit of some sort.

“What is this for?" Trisha asked, looking at a helmet that looked to be able to take a load of attachments on it.

“It's a three way capable training suit," Ellen pointed out, indicating three different types of dildoes of various sizes in one box. “It can do penetration of all three orifices and breast stimulation too." The dark mare was looking at the equipment with concern, since some of it looked pretty scary to her.

“Why did you ask me here then ..." Trisha spoke up, then it dawned on her; they needed somebody to test it out for them.

“Before you panic," Ellen proffered up, “The software has multiple settings, the least setting is called 'Slow, Gentle Break-In'. It's supposed to be very light and easy on you since that and the two levels up from that are rated for humans." That seemed to settle her mind a bit; it was certified safe for humans so it would be very gentle to her.

“Patricia, we need to see just how easy it is to put it on a subject that's in a holding frame. That's part of the survey we need to fill out for the manufacturer." Chuck said with a pensive smile. “You have to fill out a survey based on your experiences too." She nodded, giving him a smile in return.

“OK boss, now I see why you had me come down here," she pointed out, giving it some thought. “I'll go get an enema and be right back."

***

Trisha went to Central Costuming to get a set of cuffs and do an enema there, noting just how weird it felt to do that after not having flushed herself out in a while. She hurried back to VR just as James got the holding frame in place.

“Hello Miss Pollard," James said with a smile, “I hear you're our volunteer for today."

“Yeah, give me a minute to get ready here," she replied, taking off her harness, bustier, thong and gloves. She then put on the black leather bands on her legs and had Tigre help her with her wrist bands. Trisha stepped into the holding frame, letting them hook her to it.

“Trisha, the dildoes are sized according to your build," Ellen told her, setting parts of the suit out on a cart. “The manufacturer says these dildoes that I selected are the right sizes based on your being a Brandon 87A. We want you to be a not so willing participant, OK? Give James a good interpretation of a red-collar performer, still just a little untamed." The dark mare smiled widely at James, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head. He knew Trisha was going to make his job hard today.

James picked up an immobilizer bar that would go from one side of the frame to the other, allowing him to strap her torso to the bar and limit her motion. After a brief struggle, he managed to get that done. Since her legs were spread already, he took the crotch piece and lubed each dildo with a heavy, silicone based lube. Getting behind her, he worked them up, getting them in place with just a little difficulty, since she kept moving around as much as possible. He then closed the crotch piece, using a hand-bulb to put air into the bladders inside, snugging it to her firmly. The snugger he got the fit, the less she was moving around.

“How's that feel?" the boss asked, noting the look on her face. Her muzzle had kind of a blank expression, like she was very preoccupied by something. She slowly looked over at him with a glazed expression on her muzzle and nodded at him.

“Um, Chuck ... Sir ... I'll be very frank here ... I feel ... Uh ... Full ... down there," she replied breathily, taking a deep breath and sighing. “I'm not sure a girl would struggle much longer after these were put in her." James took a hand remote and hooked it to the piece, advancing the dildoes to their full extension of ten inches. Trisha's eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth in response.

“I don't need an explanation for that look," the boss commented, smiling slightly. “Patricia, does that feel as good as it looks?" She smiled at him a bit and nodded, that vacant look spreading back across her face afterward.

“Do you want us to switch to some smaller dildoes?" Ellen asked, concerned for her mental and physical health.

“Um, no, uh ... these are ... fine ..." she said very quietly, almost whispering her response. James removed a small wipe from a foil packet and wiped around her areolas and nipples with it, getting her attention back just a bit. “What was that for?" she asked, looking down at her breasts. Her nipples that had been erect and hard, slowly relaxed to their soft state.

“That medicated wipe will relax your nipples temporarily and prep the skin so I can put the sucklers on them. These simulate a man sucking on your breasts." James informed her. He took the small devices and removed a release film from them, exposing the adhesive. He carefully aligned them and stuck them in place over her nipples. “The breast plate has the rest of the hardware to make these work properly so it might not make much sense right now."

James put a wide ring around her waist, latching it to the crotch piece. He then picked up the upper torso section and put it over her head, bringing it down, closing it and latching it to the waist ring. He then attached the sucklers to the mechanism in the torso section, finally attaching the breast plate. Using the hand remote, he made the stimulators run just momentarily, making it seem like a man was fondling and suckling on both breasts at the same time.

“James, don't stop, please?" she asked breathily, her tongue lolling out again. “That was just unreal what you just did to me ..." She had to work hard to get her composure back again after that little bit of stimulation.

“Sorry, you'll have to wait just a bit longer," he replied, giving her a kiss. “Speak up if any of this is hurting you," James suggested, continuing to put the suit components on her. He got out the neck section and installed that, then the helmet. This left just her face, arms, legs and tail exposed.

“Trisha, the mouth dildo goes in next, then the muzzle portion of the helmet. After that, you'll have to use hand signals with us," Ellen advised her. The mare nodded, letting them know she understood what was going to happen.

“Yeah, go ahead, Ellen. Let's get this done," she stated, giving the boss a smile. “It's not bad, so far."

“OK, here's the mouth dildo," the female tech told her, Trisha opening her mouth to allow it to be put in. This mouth dildo was made to feel like a man's cock, right down to the artificial skin covering it. Ellen attached it to the helmet, then she put the muzzle portion of the helmet into place. Latching it securely, she asked the mare if she was OK so Trisha gave her the thumbs up in response. James wrapped some wide self-vulcanizing silicone tape around her arms, legs, tail dock and the adjacent suit flanges to seal the suit up and make it more or less water-tight.

“I'm going to close you up now," Ellen said, Trisha giving her the thumbs up. The dark haired tech attached the breathing regulator to one side of the helmet muzzle and put the plug in the hole on the other side, listening for the air coming through the regulator. Pleased that this was working right, she used the mini-crane to put Trisha into the VR tank.

“Patricia, are you doing OK so far?" the boss asked, the mare giving him the thumbs up again. “OK, we'll start the VR with a ten minute run time at level one." Her VR world slowly became a suburban park, the suit making it seem like she was lying chest-down in the grass. She observed a man walk up to her, kneel and pull down his pants, flipping his hard-on out and putting it into her mouth. That dildo began slowly stroking in and out, then another man came into view. He got on the ground next to her and it seemed like he pulled her up on top of him, getting his dick into her cunt. That one began to drill her, teasing her breasts very gently but realistically. Another man was waved over by man number one, he became the third one, the one to hump her in the ass.

The suit was giving her the sensations that the men were gently gripping her body with their hands and the sound track was putting in their voices, making various comments and grunting noises as the system mechanically worked her over. It wasn't bad, all in all, the suit was actually being very gentle to her. For some reason, she just had to know something. She waved her hand, then pointed up holding three fingers out.

“You want us to go to level three?" Ellen asked, the mare giving her a thumbs up in response. “OK, here's level three," the technician told her, putting the program to level three.

The men seemed to get more aggressive with her, fucking her harder, faster. The man in her mouth came, a warm, salty, synthetic cum that tasted quite real jetting against the back of her throat. He switched off with another man who seemed to have a different rhythm to his attack on her mouth. The man underneath her was still humping her pussy but he was getting rougher, too. It seemed like he was being rougher to her nipples, a sensation that they were being twisted and pinched was being applied. It was feeling very real to her right now, similar to getting worked over by a football team, which she had experience with. The man in her tail hole was making comments about synthetic ass and how she was clenching down on him, trying to make him cum. Well, he wasn't wrong, she was doing that for just that reason. This still wasn't too rough, seeings as she had dealt with far worse than this. She held five fingers up for them to see.

“Are you sure?" Ellen asked, waiting until she did a thumbs up and twirled her finger to indicate for her to go ahead. “OK, here's level five but signal me if it's too much, please?" she asked, keeping one hand over the emergency shutdown button.

Level five definitely increased the intensity level, the simulation moving to something more along the lines of a gang rape. Her breasts were being painfully gripped, the nipples twisted roughly over and over. The man in her mouth was really getting aggressive, shoving his cock deep into her mouth in a fast staccato rhythm, his 'balls' hitting her chin hard on each stroke. The man under her was really pounding her cunt, stimulating her clit roughly on each stroke. She had the first of many orgasms not long after the level had been changed to this setting. The man in her ass was really pounding her and she could feel his hands gripping her hips firmly while he roughly hammered her ass. This was a very rough VR level and there was no pretenses that she would be able to take another five or so minutes at this setting. After a few minutes she waved her hands to let Ellen know to shut it off.

***

“Patricia, are you OK?" Chuck asked, waiting until the dildo was out of her mouth for a reply. She looked over at him, seeing the concern in his eyes.

“Level five was real rough, Sir. You know if I say it's rough, it's rough." she related to him. He seemed to take her statements into consideration.

“Ellen, can we set this software to not go beyond level five?" he asked, knowing that it had seven more levels after this. If that's what the mare felt about level five, he couldn't imagine wide open.

“Sir, this software needs to be locked. That would have been dangerous above level five," Trisha told him while James and Ellen removed the suit from her. The techs eventually had the suit off of her and she stood there, shivering slightly while she pulled her thoughts together. “That was one rough deal on five but a girl should be able to handle level three with no problems, Sir."

“OK, I will take that into consideration," Chuck told her. “Now, if Tigre wouldn't mind, I would like her to try level one to give us her opinion of it."

“Yeah, I guess so," the tigress said, looking to Trisha for direction. The mare nodded back, indicating it wasn't that bad so she began to strip down to put the suit on.

“Uh Tigre, I want you to wear the rigid leg and arm sections, too, if you wouldn't mind," the boss asked, giving her a chance to think about it. She nodded, agreeing to his request.

“Let's start with the crotch piece," Ellen told her, lubing up the proper sized dildoes for her. “Just spread your legs a bit further and I'll help you get them in." The tigress did so, getting that blank look on her face as she shivered with the first of many orgasms once the invaders were planted inside her. She held still while they put the leg and foot sections on her, using the braces provided to keep her upright. The waist section, the sucklers, the torso and breast plate sections were added next.

“Tigre? Do you feel OK?" Trisha asked her, since she had been so quiet for the last few minutes. The tiger looked towards the female equine and smiled, nodding just slightly. “Are you sure?" Trisha asked, really concerned at this point.

“I ... I'm fine, really, Trisha. I just ... ugh ... feel so full right now," she finally replied, getting that blank look on her face again as she shivered from yet another orgasm.

The neck section was put on her next, then the arm sections, the hand mitts and finally the helmet. Ellen adjusted the mouth dildo once it had been put in Tigre's mouth, making sure it couldn't bottom out.

“OK, I'm closing the suit up so you will just have to enjoy it until we take you out in ten minutes." Ellen warned her, putting the muzzle section on her followed by the regulator and plug. Satisfied that her O2 level was good, they put Tigre in the tank and turned on the suit.

***

Trisha, Linda and Tigre were having dinner in Trisha's suite, cooked by the striped female herself. Tigre had managed to pull off a hamburger stroganoff that was just unreal. Some steamed vegetables, fresh fruit and a little wine made it a very enjoyable meal.

“Yeah, I had at least three orgasms before they got me into the tank," The tigress related while she picked at the dregs of her dinner. “After that, I quit trying to keep count. It was an experience that I'm not sure I would do again." Trisha nodded, agreeing with her completely.

“Well, that's our one and only encounter with that suit," she pointed out, actually glad to have tried it so she could relate the experience to a new red collar performer.

“Well, I'm glad I heard all of this, because the boss told me today all the trainers were required to go for a ten minute ride in that suit at level three." Linda related to them. “He also told me all new girls that weren't previously working in whorehouses would have to take a one hour ride at level three with a few minutes a five, right at the end."

“All I have to say is make sure to get an enema before you ride it," Tigre told her, smiling just a bit. “Unless you really like having your fudge packed, I wouldn't do it otherwise."

***

The next morning found Trisha looking at the first of the new red collar performers that would ride the new break-in suit. Most likely a gray wolf, Jenna Hutton was not exactly a happy camper at the moment. She had already given James a minor concussion by kicking him across the room so Ellen had called for reinforcements. The female was attached to a restraint frame but she had not had her leg cuffs put on tight enough, allowing her to slip one digigrade leg out of a cuff and kick the unfortunate tech.

“Hey You!" Trisha shouted, getting the recalcitrant female's attention. “You didn't have to kick him like that!" she pointed out, helping James to his feet again. She turned James towards her, looking to see if he had injuries that required hospitalization. Fortunately, he didn't seem to be injured badly by this so she headed him in Ellen's direction. Turning back to the female, she got a determined look on her face as she slowly approached the bound female, unrolling her whip slowly.

“You need to get your shit together, bitch!" she said in a dark tone of voice. “There's nothing wrong with what you're about to deal with, Jenna. I've rode that suit so I know exactly what it will and will not do!" That seemed to get her attention.

“So, who the hell are you?" Jenna asked, giving the mare the evil eye.

“I'm Miss Trisha, a tamer for your information," the equine female told her, getting right in her face as she said, “Go ahead, kick me like you kicked James. I wanna see you try it. I dare you to try it. Bring it on, bitch!" This seemed to unnerve the bound female.

“What if I don't want to?" she asked, giving Trisha her full attention.

“What? You're chickening out on a shot at a tamer?" she asked, giving the wolf the once over. “I could think of a few red collars right off-hand that would take that shot, just because they think I'm a hard ass that deserves it! Well, how about it?"

“I have the feeling you could kick my ass if you wanted to," Jenna replied, thinking this over a bit. The mare did seem to be quite muscular after all. She thought Trisha must be either a Brandon 87 Heavy or a Golemtech Mk. 15. Both models were very formidable heavy battle soldiers that could definitely kick her ass if they wanted to.

“You still haven't answered my question! Are you going to take a shot at me? Here, let me unhook you and we'll go a few rounds, out in the hall. Just you and me, hand to hand." Trisha quickly unhooked Jenna's bound leg and then her arms, stepping back a few steps from her afterward. “If I win, you ride the break-in suit. If you win, I'll ride it for you." Trisha took off her harness and her shooter's gloves, motioning to the door and the hallway beyond once she sat her items on a nearby cart. She stood there, staring down the femme, cracking her knuckles to loosen up her hands.

“Um, this doesn't seem exactly right ..." the female canid said with a bit of apprehension in her voice. “If I win, you'll ride that suit thing for me?" Jenna looked at the parts of the suit, giving this some thought.

“That's what I said. Come on, I don't have all day, lady. Either ride the suit or try to kick my equine behind. One or the other." Trisha said in an exasperated voice. “Well?"

“I suspect I should choose the suit?" Jenna asked, giving it some thought. “I know you can beat me at hand to hand so I'll just, um, ride this suit thing after all." That made Trisha smile, knowing she didn't have to lay a hand on this one to get what she wanted. Jenna looked at the mare again to say, “I'm sorry I kicked James. I guess I should have just gave it a try instead of getting all worked up over it."

“Why don't you tell him personally that you're sorry?" Trisha suggested, snapping a leash to Jenna's collar. She led the red collar out to where James was sitting, being checked over by a med-tech.

“Uh James, I'm sorry I kicked you," the female told him, feeling just a little embarrassed. He nodded, letting her know he acknowledged her apology. Trisha then led her back into the room, unhooking her leash, then removing her bands for her.

“Here, I'll help you put this on," Trisha told Jenna, picking up the crotch section and applying lube to it. “Just spread your legs a bit and I'll slip it home for you," she instructed, getting the dildos into place after the canid worked to get her asshole to relax enough to allow the dildo into her tailpipe.

“Oh, that is very filling," Jenna commented breathily, getting that glassy look in her eyes. “You should have told me this felt so good to begin with," she said, wiggling her hips to settle the dildos further.

“I'll finish her," Ellen said to the mare after she came back into the room. “Just hang out in case she gets out of hand again."

Trisha went out to see about James again, feeling just a little sorry she hadn't arrived sooner to protect him. It was finally decided that he should get checked out by a doctor, just to be safe so she helped to get the ambulance crew down to the VR room and James safely on his way. Wandering back inside VR, she took up a seat on a computer chair, checking her schedule on her Blackberry. Her day seemed to be empty for the most part except for two hours blocked out to train Tigre on the whip again.

The dark mare was looking forward to this afternoon, when Mace would come pick her up from the brothel. The thought of leaving the premises was making her tingle all over, to go spend time with a very nice, caring man for a change. A man that she was in love with. Since Jenna was going to be in the tank for an hour, she decided to go to Central Costuming to see if her other clothes had come in yet. Because of her unique muscular build, they had to order her day wear and casual clothes for her.

Trisha caught Miriam Stahl, the head costumer, checking over some costumes that were for some client's special requests. She was checking the sizes on a schoolgirl uniform, the type that was a 'tearaway' design, generally used during a rape fantasy encounter. The other costume was a business suit, for that dominatrix business woman fantasy. It took all kinds, she thought, thinking about her days as a hard case, doing not much other than rape fantasies for sick, twisted men. They should try raping their wives or girlfriends once in a while, she thought, smiling a bit. Not man enough to try it was more like it with these twisted shits. She supposed their wives or girlfriends wouldn't put up with being tied up and raped, at any rate. Not without calling the cops afterward, most likely.

“Hi, Miss Pollard. Is there something I can do for you?" Miriam asked, polite as always. She shook her head, looking at the business suit skirt, obviously not happy. “It's the wrong skirt for Lori Beth," she commented to herself, setting it down on the counter.

Miriam, did any more of my clothes come in yet?" Trisha asked, hoping to hear something positive.

“I'm not sure, honey. Let me go look for you," she replied, going in back to search for her things. After a few moments, she returned with several bags in her possession. “Here you go," she said, handing her the bags. “Go try them on to see if I need to tailor them for you."

Trisha smiled as she checked the contents over, happy to see she had some light colored slacks, some capri pants and something she was really looking forward to, a pair of Levi's jeans. Slipping them on, she smiled, looking at herself in the mirror. Her turquoise bustier looked good with the jeans but there was something she wanted to get for herself; some girl power t-shirts. Trisha knew they were sold nearby because she had observed several females wearing them that accompanied their boyfriends or husbands to a session with a performer. Why a man would bring his mate with him to a brothel and have her watch him rape another female was beyond her. Twisted bastards, for the most part. Well, there were a few real nice men that would treat them nice, say please and thank you, then tip heavily. Of these men, for the most part they would even say they were sorry if they got a bit too rough. There just weren't enough of these men, unfortunately.

Finding her pants to fit her well, she decided to have Miriam look at the jeans, just to be sure. Miriam nodded, letting her know they looked fine on her.

“Miss Pollard, I have a few solid colored skirts that we don't use here anymore since we designed that Blue Hawaii floral pattern. They're brand new so I hate to see them used as tear-away clothing. Would you like to see them?"

“Hmm, I'm not sure, Miriam. Well, you know what, let me see them." she finally decided. “I never did wear skirts much at Brandon and I'm not sure I have blouses that would go with them." Miriam smiled, going into the back for a few moments before coming back.

“Here, look them over and see if you like them, honey," the head costumer told her, laying them out for her. There was a black skirt, a gray one, a few shades of blue, a maroon and a dark purple one. “Go ahead and try them on. If you like them, go ahead and take them with you. I have a few blouses in back that might go with them." While Trisha tried the skirts, Miriam found her some blouses in white, pale purple, baby blue and black.

“I think I might take all of them, Miriam. It'll give me something to wear during the day instead of the floral print ones." Miriam nodded, putting them in a bag for her.

“If you see Lori Beth, let her know her suit will be ready as soon as I find the skirt that goes with it. I hate it when the laundry staff mixes up the clothing, especially since this suit is cut just for Lori." Trisha thanked her for the clothing and headed upstairs to put them in her suite.

***

The two females were sitting down, enjoying a snack and giving the striped female a chance to ice down her wrist a bit. They had been at it for an hour, striking a simulant, a human-shaped figure that had pressure sensors inside. It could give feedback as to the intensity of the impact of a whip and whether or not the skin would have been broken. For the most part, Tigre had gotten very good at hitting right at the threshold of breaking the skin. This was important to be able to do this, to allow her to 'reinforce' a lesson without needing a med-tech afterward. If you didn't break the skin of a performer, no medical attention was needed.

“So, what are you going to do for a few days while I'm off-site?" Trisha asked Tigre, curious about her plans for the next two days.

“Well, Mr. Waddell said I was off on the same days as you are so I don't really know what I'll be doing." she admitted. “I might just sit around here or go shopping downtown."

“Hmm, why don't I call Mace and see what he thinks?" Trisha suggested, giving it some thought. “Mace did say he has a guest house at his place."

“That would be nice but I don't want to intrude on your privacy." Tigre pointed out. She had sat down the ice bag but she was still rubbing her right wrist.

“Is your wrist still hurting?" Trisha asked, concerned about her trainee's condition.

“No, it's getting better," the tigress replied, working her wrist through a series of motions given to her by her therapist to limber up her wrist joint.

“Well, would you like to stay off-site with us?" Trisha asked again, giving her wrists some flexing out too.

“If it's OK with Mace, sure. It would be nice to get away from here and wear some clothes for a change." She smiled at Trisha, who nodded back, knowing exactly what she meant. “Well, maybe we should get back to work here," the feline suggested, standing up and getting her whip in hand again.

***

The three females were standing by the front doors of Blue Hawaii, anticipating the arrival of Mace and Ed. They were dressed casually, the two equines trying their best to keep their excitement to themselves. Just about the time that Trisha decided to give Mace a call to see where he was, a bright red AC Cobra and a black late model Suburban stopped in front of them at the curb. The driver of the Cobra was Mace.

“Are you ladies ready?" he asked, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Trisha's jaw was hanging open at the sight of this high-powered sports car.

“Mace, is this a real Cobra?" she asked very reverently, slowly walking up to it, almost afraid to approach it. She touched the front fender, rubbing her hand over it slowly. She could sense the body of the vehicle was aluminum, not fiberglass. This in any case had to be a real Cobra or a very high-dollar replica.

“It's a Kirkham 427 street version Cobra," he replied, surprised that she knew what it was. “It has a Genesis aluminum 427 in it." He was watching her walk slowly around it, mouth agape. He thought she might pass out when he asked her a simple question. “Would you like to drive it?"

“Me?" she asked, looking at him with a shocked look on her muzzle. “You, would let me, a major gear-head when it comes to cars, drive this precious piece of machinery?!?" she queried, just see if she heard him right. He smiled, nodded and handed her the keys. The key fob had a Cobra emblem on one side and her name on the other.

“Sure, go ahead, Trisha. This one's yours, anyway." She had to sit down on the curb while she digested this.

“Mace! I can't accept this!" she eventually blurted out, looking at the keys in her hand. He sat down next to her at the curb, giving her a hug.

“Trisha, tell my why you can't accept this gift," he asked, turning her head to look at him. She pursed her lips, trying to think of the right words.

“Mace, sweetheart, this is just too expensive of a gift for me to accept from you. It must have cost you ..." He stopped her from continuing so he could show her something else.

“So you're saying you wouldn't accept this, either?" He held up an Irish Claddagh ring, symbolizing friendship and bonding. Her eyes got wide as she looked at the ring in Mace's hand.

“Oh, My, Gawd, ... Mace, you don't mean it, do you?" she asked him, looking to see his reaction to her outburst. He smiled, taking her right hand, slipping the ring on her finger with the design facing in to symbolize she was in a relationship.

“I mean it, Trisha. When I said I loved you, I meant it. It wasn't just some line of BS to make you feel good, I was dead serious when I said that." this caused her to break down, leaning against him and sobbing in his arms.

“Mace, don't you dare play with my emotions," she warned him, desperately trying to get her emotions back in check. “This isn't fun and games, here. My emotions are serious stuff."

“I know that," he said softly, still holding her tightly in his arms. “I am not playing around here, Trisha. I'm dead serious when I say I love you." It took her a while, but she finally got her composure back enough to stand up again.

“You're serious when you say this Cobra is mine? How did you know I liked red?" She was still stunned, however over the events of the last few minutes.

“It's amazing what your friends know about you," he replied, smiling widely. Linda was trying to act inconspicuous over by the Suburban, cuddling with Ed. Trish finally sat down in the driver's seat, touching the steering wheel gently.

“Mace, this is really too much, you know," she said again, making sure her tail hairs were in the car before she closed the door. “Where will I keep ..." He handed her a parking pass for the underground staff parking at Blue Hawaii. It was for an enclosed slot near the elevator that was closest to her room.

“Your parking is all taken care of," he said cheerily, smiling at her again. He put her duffel bag in the trunk and sat down in the car beside her, closing the door and putting his seatbelt on. “Uh, you think we might go home now?" he asked, giving her a serious look.

“Well, sure, I guess," Trisha replied, still somewhat in shock. “You'll have to show me where home is, honey." she pointed out. He nodded, motioning to head out of the parking lot, bearing north.

Mace directed her onto Honolulu H1 freeway and soon they were cruising along at 100 kph, the aluminum powerplant under the hood begging to be driven hard. Trisha was enjoying every minute of this, the experience like no other on the planet. The tight, short throw on the Richmond 5 speed transmission's shifter, the growl from the under-car exhaust with Cherry Bomb© glasspacks, the tight, precise steering and powerful brakes. This whole thing was like a surreal dream which prompted her to pinch herself several times while driving to her new home away from home. From the H1 onto the 93, they continued up the west side of the island to Waianae and Mace's compound, right next door to Ed's.

She pulled up to the gate and stopped, waiting for them to open. Mace squeezed the fob, signaling the gate to unlock and swing inwards for them.

“The gates' facial recognition program hasn't identified you yet. Soon, all you will have to do is slow down a bit," her lover pointed out, urging her to drive them to the garage. Once again, he had to squeeze the fob, the door to the right opening for them, allowing her to park her car next to its brethren, a British Racing Green 427 S/C Cobra with a large hood scoop on it. Ed pulled up in the driveway behind them in his Suburban, letting Tigre out of his car.

“Mace, this car just begs to be driven real hard," she pointed out, still shaking her head. “I just can't believe you did this!" He smiled again, pointing out his car.

“Well, I did keep the one with twin Novi superchargers for myself," he said very nonchalantly, opening the bonnet for her. In all its glory, there sat a Genesis aluminum 427 V8 with twin centrifugal superchargers. “Besides, if it's in the garage, feel free to drive it, except for my tank." Down at the end of the row, in all its splendor, sat a fully restored WW2 German Panther tank.

“Oooh," she sighed, looking at him with a pitiful look. “Please let me drive the tank, Mace. I'll do anything at all for you if you'll just let me drive the tank!" Tigre was checking out his restored WW2 vintage Jeep, built by Ford in August 1943. Linda was already eyeing the tank, trying to figure out if they could make a three-female chimera tank crew to go on a joyride.

“All right ladies, let me make some arrangements with the local police so they won''t freak out and we'll take the tank out tomorrow and run it a bit." Mace finally told them, shaking his head. He had never seen females that was so military-centric like these three.

“Dibs on driving!" Trisha blurted out, smiling at her lover.

“Well, I don't know," he said carefully, giving hit some thought.

“I was trained in the operation of armored personnel carriers," the dark mare pointed out, giving him a pensive smile. He finally nodded, giving her a kiss.

“What will I do with you?" he stated, shaking his head. He shooed them towards the house and their dinner.

***

That evening, after their meal was consumed and Ed and Linda had left, Mace showed Tigre to the guest house. With that done, he came back inside to find Trisha still on the couch, napping.

“Trish, why don't you go to bed, sweetheart?" he asked, the mare nodding slightly in return. He guided her to the spacious master bedroom which constituted an entire wing of the house. She was really sleepy so he helped her off with her clothes, getting her under the covers. He then undressed and got in beside her, pulling her close to him as he kissed her.

“Good night, Trisha," she said softly, giving her a kiss.

“G'night Mace," she replied, snuggling into her pillow, slipping off to sleep.

***

Trisha woke up, noting the sky was just starting to get light outside. She yawned widely, having slept soundly on this very comfortable bed. She touched her neck out of habit, not finding a collar there. This caused her to panic for just a moment, until she remembered where she was. Those years of having a floor cable attached to a collar around her neck while she was with a man had left a serious imprint on her mind. She snuggled back up to Mace but found herself unable to slip back off to sleep.

She knew in her mind what she wanted to do with her life and being a tamer was just a step, a phase in it. While other chimerae found it easy to submit to a life under subjugation, she couldn't. Just like Linda, Tigre and Sarah, Brandon Biotech had forged minds that had a streak of independence in them. She knew she wanted to live free, not under the control of others. She hoped Mace would treat her as an equal, a free spirit just as he was.

“Trisha, are you awake?" he asked softly, noting her tail was twitching ever so slightly.

“I'm awake," she replied, yawning widely again. It seemed her sleep was at an end for the day.

“Come here," he begged, pulling her close to his body, kissing her softly on the lips. He relished the feel of her warm, strong body next to his.

“Are you cooking up some plans here?" she asked teasingly, rubbing her hand slowly up and down his side. He smiled, feeling like he was caught in the act.

“I was giving thoughts to a few things." he replied, kissing her again.

“Did any of those things include making love to me?" she asked, hugging him very close to her bosom. He could feel her nipples against his chest, they were that hard.

“Uh, yes, they did," he replied, kissing her deeply.

“Then what are you waiting for?" she asked, pulling him over on top of her. She kissed him, making him breath deeply with excitement. She spread her legs, letting him inside her.

“Oh Mace, that feels so good!" she blurted out, biting her lower lip in ecstasy. His cock inside her felt so good, so filling. He was slowly stroking into her, making every inch count for her. His only thought this morning was to pleasure her as much as he could. He felt she deserved this and he intended to give her all of his love this morning.

Trisha felt her fingers and lips begin tingling, that familiar feeling starting to course through her body. She had the first of many explosive orgasms under Mace, who kept giving her his love slowly, to pleasure her to no end this morning.

“Mace, please?" she begged, hoping he would speed up so maybe she wouldn't have these back to back orgasms that were giving her tunnel vision. “Mace?!?" she shouted, having a very big orgasm, almost blacking out in the process. He continued stroking into her, still giving her his love until he could stand it no longer. He went off too, her love muscles gripping him tightly in return.

“Oh Mace, sweetie, that was ..." She had to stop and get her breath, her entire body tingling.

'I love you too," he said to her with a smile. She nuzzled against his cheek, smiling.

“Mmmm," she murred, enjoying the feel of his body against hers.

“See? I didn't need to tie you up for you to enjoy making love to me," he pointed out, hugging her to his body tighter. He had a point here, she didn't need to be restrained to enjoy sex, no, make love to one another. This was not just casual sex, after all.

“Yeah, you're right, Mace. I didn't need to be tied up." She lay there for a few moments, thinking about this. She had absolutely no bands on her, nothing to show she was a sex slave. She was a free spirit that was being loved by a man. Why was she having such a hard time with this? They heard a polite knock at the door which made her jump just a bit.

“Yes?" Mace asked, wondering if it was his maid outside the door.

“Trisha, Mace, would you like breakfast?" the tigress asked, still waiting outside the room. They could see her shadow underneath the door.

“Yeah, Tigre, could you come in, please?" he asked, covering up himself out of modesty. She stepped into the room, giving them a sheepish smile.

“I'm sorry if I interrupted something," she stated, looking at the floor. She had noticed the radiant look on Trisha's face. She knew exactly what they had been doing before she had interrupted them.

“No, that's OK, we weren't doing anything." He replied. “You don't have to cook for us," he told her, sitting up on the edge of the bed, making sure he was modest.

“I want to cook your breakfast for you. I used to be a housekeeper so I feel like I don't get to cook enough." Tigre smiled nervously, still feeling slightly out of place. Mace thought for a moment, then told her this;

“If that's what you want to do, sure, go ahead. You should find everything you need in the kitchen." The tigress nodded, leaving the room to most likely start their breakfast. Mace turned to Trisha, giving her a smile. “I need to go to work this afternoon for a while. I thought you might round up Linda or take Tigre with you and go shopping or something like that." She smiled, nodding her head as a small smile crept across her muzzle.

“Yeah, a girls only shopping trip," she mused, knowing they would enjoy that.

“You can use either the Cobra if it's just two of you or use the Explorer for all three of you." He gave her a key and a remote to the SUV. “Put the key and fob in your pocket, so you won't have to hunt down the keys."

“Mace, you're being too nice to me," she stated, feeling like she was imposing on him.

“No, you needed someone to be nice to you so it just as well be somebody that loves you." He held her, doing it so she couldn't see the tears running down his face.

***

Trisha was checking the speedometer on her Cobra again, being ever mindful of the speed limit on Hawaii H1. The traffic was light for a weekday afternoon so she was running just under the speed limit. That was until the siren got her attention. Looking in the mirror, there was a policeman behind her, waving for her to pull over.

“Now what the hell have we done?" she spat out, Tigre was looking back to see who was behind them, soundign a siren. Another cruiser pulled in front of them, backing up a bit to pin them in somewhat.

“Ma'am, may I see some identification?" the trooper asked, looking at them in a harsh way. “I'll need to see some ownership papers, here," he added, looking at her driver's license with disdain. Trisha rooted around the glove box, finding the registration and insurance, both in her name. She handed them to the trooper, who handed them back quickly. “I need to see your ownership papers, ladies." he said tersely, like they were being smart about it. Trisha fished out her notarized copy as did Tigre, handing them to the trooper. He went to his car, using the radio for a few minutes. He then stepped out of his car and went to to the front of his, pulling out his service weapon.

“Step out of the car, ladies. You're both under arrest."