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Act XVI

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Cami was standing on a low platform in her underwear while Miriam Stahl made some marks on her uniform blouse with some tailor's chalk, then gave it back to the tall femme in front of her. This was probably the few times when the head costumer earned her pay, fitting human-cut clothing to a muscular chimera female.

“Sweetheart, how does that fit now?" she asked, having pinned up the shirt temporarily for Cami to try on again.

“That fits nice, Ma'am," Cami replied, looking at the fit in a mirror after putting the shirt back on. It fell across her breasts properly and it wasn't too snug at the waist.

“OK, now I have a blouse to work from," the head costumer stated. “You can wear a regular uniform blouse and pants to start with while I tailor you a full set. Go ahead and get dressed, Bill Waterman is waiting for you."

“How long will you need to have my uniforms ready for me?" Cami asked while she put her uniform on.

“I should have them for you by tomorrow afternoon. Listen, if you need your temporary uniform washed, bring it down here after your shift tonight." Miriam told her, pinning a tag onto the uniform blouse she had just marked and pinned.

“This looks funny," Cami commented, looking at her hiking boots that were contrasting with her black security uniform.

“Bill will issue you a pair of black boots, hon. Now, shoo! Go see Bill!" Miriam admonished, smiling at Cami. Ms. Stahl knew in her heart that the wolverine chimera would be a good fit here at Blue Hawaii.

***

Cami finally found Equipment Management without too much trouble, considering the fact that her implants could only access certain areas of the site's database. This was due to her implants being tampered with by Randall when he tried to download some documentation into her storage memory. There was a lot of information to be found on the internal network that related to her old position here but the map of the site was not available to her. All that request returned was a code 403.

“Mr. Waterman?" she called out, wondering if he was still in his area.

“Just a moment!" a voice shouted from the back room area behind the counter. Momentarily, Bill Waterman made his appearance with a large handful of equipment in his possession.

“I'm Cami Carter," she told Bill, smiling politely at him.

“Ah, I was expecting you," he replied. “You're gonna be here for a little bit while I get you outfitted. Miriam told me you needed boots, hon. What size do you wear?"

“Women's US size 13 Medium, Sir."

“That's not a problem, I think," Bill retorted, going in back again. After a few moments, he returned with some footwear and some Thorlo socks for her to try on.

“Oh, these fit great!" she exclaimed after lacing up the first one, quickly trying on the other boot. “These fit just like my combat boots did!" She walked around the shop, snugging the laces some more as she tested the fit.

“They're made by Corcoran, so you should feel at home," he stated. “Now, let's get you set up with your gear."

***

Tana led her performer, a shapely golden retriever into a training room that had been reserved for a few hours of intense training.

“OK hon, yesterday was just a warm-up. It's time for you to get acquainted to the whip properly," the lioness stated, removing the chain between Lorna Wilson's wrists. “You just come over here and stand up against this cross-post."

“Right here, Ma'am?" Lorna queried, standing up next to the post.

The cross-post was a twelve inch square wooden post about four feet high with a similar sized crosspiece sitting atop it. There were various rings available over its surface, used to secure a performer in any position needed for training. There was a thin line of padding that ran across the horizontal piece meant for a performer to lean against.

“Well, lean your chest against the crosspiece, then spread your legs back and out some," she suggested, tapping the canid's ankles with her foot until her trainee's legs was spread out wide enough. “Now drape your arms over the top of the crosspiece." Tana took a rope and wrapped it around the crosspiece and the canid's left wrist, then gave the ends to Lorna to hold. She then did up the other wrist the same way.

Lorna did as she was asked, nervously awaiting what she thought would probably be a grueling few hours of training. Tana stepped back from her performer, getting her distance correct. The lioness then let loose with her whip, striking Lorna lightly on top of the shoulder. The canid barely flinched from that strike. Tana hit her again, lower, just a little harder, getting very little response in return.

“Lorna, what did we talk about this morning in my room before we came down here?" the lioness asked, walking around the cross-post to face her trainee.

“I'm sorry, Ma'am. The thought that you're going to whip me still scares me, even though you promised me it would only sting like it did yesterday."

“What did I say about that?" Tana asked, giving her charge a crooked smile.

“You told me as long as I'm learning the lesson, you wouldn't hurt me or stripe me," Lorna replied.

“Did I really hurt you yesterday with my whip?"

“No, Ma'am, you didn't. It just stung a bit." She offered up. “I have to admit that you had me scared with all that 'bitch' talk you were doing yesterday."

“Well, that was part of my job; evaluate you and train you based on that evaluation. Now, what are you supposed to do when I strike you with the whip?" Tana asked.

“I'm supposed to shriek, scream and curse, Ma'am, making it look like you're whipping me real hard." the canid femme replied, trying not to cry. She was scared, promises not withstanding.

“Look, you need to learn this stuff quickly," Tana said softly, petting Lorna's head and giving her a kiss. “I'm not here to tear you up, hon. This isn't Blue Diamond, in case you haven't noticed." The lioness noted that her trainee was shaking just a bit, probably scared out of her mind. “This isn't pleasant for me either, hon. I don't like to have to use the whip but you need to be able to put on a show properly. Just remember; I'm not going to break the skin, it will just sting a bit. Don't forget your safe-word is peppermint if I start hurting you."

“Yes, Ma'am. I'll remember my safe-word."

“You know, there were no safe-words at Blue Diamond. It was a hellhole," Tana offered up, looking down at the floor. “I'm glad I'm out of there, Hon. I had to really hurt more than my fair share of performers when I was there."

“There were no safe-words? That's scary." Lorna commented.

“Like I said, it was a hellhole. Mr. Waddell has really made this place better for all of us."

Tana went back to her position, preparing her whip again.

“Lorna, are you ready?"

“Yes, Ma'am. I'll try to act like I'm being hurt, Ma'am."

Tana began to lay some very light strikes to her trainee, smiling when the canid made it appear she was being cut to ribbons.

***

Cami had made her way to VR in search of Ellen Wilson. Bill Waterman had suggested that the femme have her permissions checked out, since Randall had been known to tamper with their settings.

“Miss Wilson?" Cami asked, looking questioningly at the tall lanky female in the doorway.

“That's me, hon. What can I do for you?" she replied.

“Mr. Waterman said I should have you look at my implant permissions." Cami proffered up.

“I have a few minutes, hon. What's your name?"

“Camille Ann Carter, Ma'am," was the reply.

“OK, Camille, sit down over here," Ellen told her, pointing to an examination chair. “Um, are you a North American Biotech model?"

“No, I'm an Indiana Mil-Tec 15X." That made Ellen look at her strangely.

“I'm familiar with IMT model 15's but not the 'X' designation, Camille."

“I have some specialized software and firmware for Urban Insurgent Neutralization." the female wolverine admitted.

“Oh ... Kay ..." Ellen said with a note of trepidation. “Um, do you promise not to break my interface terminal?"

“Ma'am, my anti-intrusion firmware shouldn't harm your terminal." Cami suggested. “I'll wait for you to initiate contact with my communications implant, then allow an interface session to happen."

Ellen's computer screen quickly became a confusing array of screens, pop-ups and warnings once she made contact with Cami's implant. Ellen quickly turned off her Redtooth, stopping any damage from being done.

“Camille, I gave you a valid MD5 checksum key! What happened?" She was still trying to corral her computer's runaway anti-virus and anti-intrusion software when Cami spoke up.

“It's been a while since I've gotten a software update so my firmware might have seen your request as hostile."

“How long has it been, hon? I have nine generations of keys in here so one of them should have been correct."

“It's been about fifteen months, Ma'am." Cami told her. “I didn't have access to a Redtooth-enabled phone to get an update."

“Here you go, Camille. You're software is way out of date," Ellen said as she handed her a cordless handset with the Redtooth emblem on it. Cami smiled as she dialed IMT's chimera tech line, following the prompts to get to her personal download area. After a few groups of numbers were typed into the keypad to authenticate herself and the package, she accepted a very long download, finally allowing her processor to reboot to complete the update.

“Thank you, Ma'am," Cami said to Ellen, handing her the handset back while her processor rebooted. “I guess I was way out of date as far as my checksum keys were concerned."

“Um, how did Randall access your permissions files, Camille?" Ellen asked, curious as to how this was done. Randall's terminal should have been just like hers.

“He had some kind of software that barely blocked my anti-intrusion protocols and he used a control box on top of that to get in, Ma'am. I think he wanted to do more to my software package than just change my permissions but he kept getting blocked."

“Call me Ellen, please? Ma'am is just too formal," the tall female asked, pressing a button on her telephone handset to call the IT department.

“IT, Terry speaking." the speakerphone crackled.

“Terry, this is Ellen. Um, I have an IMT 15X with me, Camille Carter, and somehow Randall was able to access her permissions file."

“Hold on just a second," the IT specialist replied as he typed on his keyboard, the sounds plainly audible to the two females. “A 15X? Not a hope. Miss Carter's firmware package wouldn't have allowed it. Her hardware and firmware package is secure as all hell if it's up to date. She also has anti-intrusion software as standard issue. Quite the lady."

“Sir, he was able to get in and change my permissions." Cami proffered up. “It wasn't easy and I kept telling him that he was doing something really wrong."

“Oh Hell No!" Terry spoke up loudly. “Ellen, I guess I'll have to go 'sanitize' Randall's terminal myself, now that he's gone. Probably has a load of rogue software installed that's not authorized here. Thanks for the heads-up."

“You're welcome, Terry." Ellen replied as she ended the call, then turned back to Cami. “OK, let's try that again," she said, making contact with Cami's implant once more, smoothly this time.

Ellen navigated a very convoluted and unfamiliar folder hierarchy, finally finding Cami's permissions folder. Making a change in one registry entry from a zero to a one, she smiled and backed out.

“You're permissions are back on-line," the tall female told Cami, making some notes in a file for the new security officer. “You should have access to everything short of Mr. Waddell's personal laptop."

“Thank you, Ellen," the wolverine replied, trying out her access level. That map of the site was now available with all the names and job titles associated with the personnel by room visible to her.

“Well, you had better go meet with John Deckard in Security and get your work assignment," Ellen suggested, seeing the new employee to the door. “Tonight, when you get some time, could you send me a backup copy of your programming?"

“I'll do that for you," Cami replied, shaking Ellen's hand. “Thanks for your help."

“By the way, maybe you should see if you can get your anti-intrusion software and firmware package updated, hon. That's kind of scary, knowing Randall was able to partially hack his way in past your protocols." Ellen commented.

“He did have to use 3719 on me besides his software. I'll get the latest updates tonight so that won't happen again." Cami assured her.

***

Trisha was walking with a senior black collar performer, Nancy Whitcolm, headed for Struggle 343. The gray canid female had been requested for the evening by a client that had a somewhat dark personality.

“Sorry, Nancy. I guess it was your bad luck to be assigned to Trevor Hawkins this evening," the filly mused.

“I've had him before, Miss Trisha. He isn't as sadistic as the others make him out to be."

Trisha opened the door, allowing them access to the room in question. They walked over to the framework in the middle of the room, the tamer checking to see that it was the right one.

“Ma'am, I've done a lot of exercising to strengthen my upper body, just like you suggested," Nancy commented as she took off her wrist and ankle bands, handing them to Trisha to put away in the cabinet.

“That should help out this evening," Trisha replied, giving the canid her suspension bands to put on.

Nancy put the first thick leather band around her left wrist, holding it closed so Trisha could put the binder screws into it to secure it. The filly then gave Nancy the hand grip portion to hold while she wrapped the wide leather strap over her fingers, securing it with more binder bolts, preventing the grip from being let go of.

“How does that feel?" Trisha asked, checking the binder bolts for snugness.

“That's fine, Miss Trisha."

Within a few more minutes, Trisha had Nancy's other binding firmly attached and had the canid connected to the cables.

“Well, let me get you snugged up here," Trisha stated as she winched the cables up, making the canid femme have to stand with her arms extended straight above her. “You know, Trevor expects me to give you twenty when he gets here. I'm going to put some conditioner in your fur so the marks will look more prominent."

“Maybe some of that new conditioner in the pale yellow pump bottle?" Nancy suggested.

“This stuff is good in your hair," Trisha commented after finding a bottle of it in the attachment closet. “I like its flowery scent, too. Kind of like roses."

Trisha sprayed Nancy's back with the concoction, carefully rubbing it in then brushing it to make her fur look normal. She then brushed Nancy's hair out, draping it over her shoulder to get it out of the way of the 'whipping' to follow.

“I'm going to tip the frame," Trisha warned her charge, using the controls to tip it forward, leaving the canid female hanging mostly by her arms. “Um, are you OK?"

“Yeah, I'm fine, Miss Trisha. That's not too bad as long as you don't tip it any further." came the reply.

The door to the suite opened momentarily to reveal Nancy's client for the evening, Trevor Hawkins.

“Miss Trisha, so nice to see you again," he said smoothly, running his hands through his sandy blond hair. “It's a shame that you seem to be off limits to the customers now. I really miss having our little sessions together."

Trisha shuddered, remembering the heavy bondage that Trevor made her endure. The tighter he could get her strapping, the more pain he could inflict on her, the happier he was.

“Well, please give our little friend here her twenty, if you would," the client suggested, giving the filly a smile that curdled her blood. “I want to see some blood, too. No stage show here."

<Nancy, did you hear that?> Trisha whispered to her performer.

<I did, Miss Trisha. Well, he's paid for my time. Please be gentle?> Nancy replied, looking at her tamer with tears welling up in her eyes. This was going to hurt and there was no way around it.

“All right, stop with the little girl whispering shit and let's get going," the male demanded, sitting down on the couch to watch his private show.

Trisha paced off her distance, getting her mind clear so she could do this without hurting Nancy excessively. Trevor expected blood so she would have to mark up the unfortunate canid's back. Maybe if she held back, making only a few small marks, Trevor wouldn't be an ass to Nancy later on when Trisha was out of the room.

The tamer unrolled her bull whip, making it snake across the floor to straighten it out. She then took a deep breath and struck the canid in the small of the back, leaving a small stripe behind and causing Nancy to grunt loudly. She prepared to do it again when Trevor spoke up.

“That one didn't count. I didn't hear Nancy count it off."

Trisha glared at Trevor, knowing he was just being an ass at the moment.

“Nancy, you'll have to count, please," Trisha directed.

“Yes, Ma'am," the canid replied through gritted teeth. It was obvious that stripe hurt her.

The next stripe was just a little higher, leaving enough room between it and the first one to keep it from really hurting. Nancy counted it off in a strained voice.

“Unngh! One, Ma'am."

Trisha gritted her teeth, continuing to carefully lay the whip to her performer while Nancy counted them back to her between screams. It was almost as if Trevor knew about the conditioner they had used on the canid's fur; it made it harder to gain traction on Nancy's skin and it was making it necessary to strike real hard to get a stripe. Trisha was also raising some pretty wicked-looking welts on her back from the impacts of her whip.

“Eleven, Ma'am," Nancy said in almost a whisper, now fully hanging against her bonds. Her legs had given out several lashes ago from the pain. The canid had also peed herself from the whipping.

Trisha was trying to keep her vision clear, fighting back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. The stripes she was putting on the canid's fur were really looking ugly even though she was trying to hold back, trying to do a whipping that looked real but was as close to a stage performance as possible.

“Twenty, Ma'am," Nancy finally stated hoarsely, slumped down, hanging solely by her arms and breathing heavily. Trisha was going to go see about her when Trevor grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“As soon as you get her down, I want her put on a struggle board. Old style with the movable studs."

“Sir, she has to be seen by a Med-tech first. She's had her skin broken multiple times."

“That's not all that would have been broken if I had my way," he retorted darkly, letting go of her arm slowly to make a point.

“Sir, I personally can't allow her on a struggle board. Her back has been injured and the board would continue to injure her further. You should know the rules here; no permanent injuries or death are allowed. She can't perform on a struggle board without Med-tech approval first."

“Go ahead, call your damned medical crew, Miss Bitch," he said rather sourly, turning to make his way afterward to the mini-fridge for a cold beer. Trisha balled up her fists in anger, but decided better of it for now. Maybe later. Trisha turned and hurried to give Nancy some water, checking her condition carefully after calling for a tech.

“Nancy, can you hear me, sweetie?" Trisha asked, noting she was somewhat out of it. She wasn't responding to her offer of cold water, either. “Nancy?" she asked again, tapping her cheek to get her attention.

“I ... my back hurts real bad," the canid finally proffered up, opening one eye just barely. “W ... water, please, Ma'am?"

Trisha tried to give her water but Nancy choked on it, coughing up the liquid she had tried to drink. The tamer straightened up the frame and let the cabling down, allowing the canid to sit on a folding chair while she released her bonds.

“You did such a wonderful job of whipping her, Trisha," Trevor stated, smiling a very dark smile while he sipped his beer. “Yeah, I know about the conditioner trick. It's amazing just how much harder you had to strike her to break the skin with that stuff in her fur, isn't it? I could smell it in the air when I came in the room." That statement pissed the filly off to no end.

“You're one sick fucktard, you know that?" Trisha said angrily, her hand going down to her whip, gripping the handle, mentally begging Trevor to do something, anything ...

“I'm just enjoying the skills of an accomplished whip mistress," he retorted to her outburst. “I was in the audience when you put on your first performance as a tamer."

“I didn't enjoy it then or now!" she spat out, getting angrier by the moment. “You are just one more of the fucked-up, sadistic bastards that come here, looking to see extreme pain inflicted on a female so you can get your shriveled-up rocks off!"

“You know, I really would like to see you whipped again," Mr. Hawkins said as he walked right up to Trisha, first reaching up to touch her cheek, then grabbing her ear on that side and twisting it brutally. “You would look so sweet, chained up, all covered in stripes," he mused as he painfully twisted her ear again.

In a flash, he had his face driven hard against the wall behind him, his left wrist twisted up in the middle of his back in an extremely painful submissive hold.

“You'll see me whipped again when hell freezes over, you fucking sick asshole!" the filly hissed, pushing up on his wrist just a bit more, making him scream out in pain.

“You ... you can't hurt me! You ... your failsafe ..." Trisha cut him off.

“My failsafe is off, buster! I can kill you right here and now and there's nothing at all to stop me from doing it!" Trisha shouted in his ear, scaring the shit out of him. “I think you've assaulted me, so now I have every right to have you banned from here, you pathetic fucker! It's all on video, too!"

“It's WHAT?!?" Trevor blurted out.

“It's all on video, you asshole! Try to worm your way out of that!!"

“Miss Trisha? Is there a problem?" Raj Patel the Med-tech asked as he entered the room, catching the end of her diatribe.

“Raj, first call security, then take care of Nancy, please? This asshole assaulted me." Trisha replied coolly while she twisted Mr. Hawkins' wrist again, making him shriek in pain.

The Med-tech did as he was asked, calling security while seeing after the injured performer. Eventually, a face that was familiar to Raj made her appearance in the door, baton in hand.

“Security, is there a problem here?" the muscular wolverine chimera asked as she entered the suite.

“Yeah, there is. This client assaulted me." Trisha replied.

“That's a nice hold you have on him," the taller femme stated once she could see how Trisha had a grip on her charge, smiling at the predicament. “I'm Cami Carter, the new security specialist."

“I'm Trisha Pollard, tamer. Nice to meet you, Cami. Here, you can have him." Trisha let Cami take over the hold, then opened the door to the suite to let the new security guard march her detainee out the door. “I'll file a complaint on him in a few minutes, as soon as I see about my performer."

“Take your time, Trisha. I think I'm supposed to take him by Security to get him photographed for the mugshot book first before I pitch him out," Cami retorted, then turned and began guiding her charge towards the elevator.

On the way, Trevor made his threat against Miss Carter, Security Specialist.

“If I get loose from you, bitch, I'll kick your ..." he was cut off by being roughly slammed to the floor then having a knee driven into his lower back when Cami put her entire weight down on him to hold him still.

“You'll do nothing of the kind," she stated very professionally as she slapped her plastic cuffs on him, pulling them almost too tight on his wrists. She then roughly lifted him to his feet by one arm. “You've been messing with the wrong ladies, buddy. Miss Trisha is a Brandon 87H, able to carry over three hundred pounds of gear into battle." Cami said in a dark tone. “Now me, I'm an IMT 15X. My main duty was to carry a Mk 154E rotary flechette rifle whose combined weight of rifle and backpack magazine was five hundred and seventy-seven pounds, full up. So, who is gonna tear whom a new one?" She was looking at him with that feral gleam, like she really wanted to kill him just for fun. “Oh, and by the way, all soldiers in my job specialty have their failsafes off, fully disabled."

“I should ..," Cami cut him off again.

“You should shut up before you have a nasty accident, like falling face-first against my charged taser." She took her taser from its holster, putting it right in his face. “You know, that could really hurt."

“Maybe I should shut up?" he suggested.

“I think you should," she agreed, pushing him into the employee elevator when the doors opened. Taking her radio from its holster, she announced her intentions. “Unit Sixteen to control, one in custody. En route to Security base via employee elevator two."

***

Trisha was helping to get Nancy to the infirmary so she could be tended to properly. The canid on the gurney was not quite coherent at the moment because of the drugs administered to dull the pain.

“Nancy! Sweetie!" Trisha shouted, hoping she heard her talking to her.

“Ma'am?" the canid replied weakly.

“Nancy, I'm so very sorry! I really fucked up whipping you!" the filly blurted out, holding her performer's hand while the elevator went to the ground floor.

“Did ... did you kick his sorry ass?" Nancy whispered.

“I'm sure I gave him a sprained wrist," Trisha replied, sobbing from the thought of what she had done to the unfortunate employee.

“Did you have him thrown out for roughing you up?" Nancy asked, seeming to be more alert now, rubbing her nose just a bit. The trauma drugs always made her nose itch for some reason.

“He's gonna be banned, now that he's attacked me," the filly replied. “We have him on video so he can't refute the incident. He seemed surprised that the cameras actually worked."

“Serves him ri ... Yeouch!" Nancy looked at the Med-tech assisting Raj. “Hey! Can't you be a little bit more gentle when you start an IV?" she said loudly.

“I think she's going to be OK," Raj commented while he checked Nancy's blood pressure.

“Miss Trisha, go file your complaint," Nancy told her, smiling weakly at her tamer. “I'll be all right in Raj's care."

“Are you sure? I'll stay with you in the infirmary if you want me to." Trisha asked.

“No, I'll be fine. You just kind of knocked the wind out of me with your whip, that's all." the canid responded. “I was stunned a bit by the whipping. You weren't that rough on me, to be honest about it."

“Miss Trisha, she has only four stripes on her back. The rest are just welts that won't bruise, if I know my medical knowledge of Golemtech canid chimerae physiology properly." Raj pointed out.

“Alright, I'll go make sure he's out of here," the filly stated, giving Nancy a kiss on the cheek before she left the canid in Raj's able hands.

***

Chuck got off the elevator just in time to see Trisha coming onto the main concourse. She was heading towards her destination with purpose so the boss just fell into step with her.

“So, you were assaulted by a client?" he asked, looking over at her. He could plainly see that she was pissed off.

“Yes, Sir. Trevor Hawkins twisted my ear several times," she replied, rubbing her left ear gently.

The two of them walked into security to see the unfortunate male jacked up against the wall by Cami. He looked like he might have been in a scuffle, too. His suit and hair were all messed up and he might have had a bloody nose, too.

“You listen here, bitch! Take these cuffs off me and I'll kick your ass!" Trevor shouted at the muscular wolverine, still trying his best to unsuccessfully twist away from her.

“He's been shooting his mouth off like that ever since Cami brought him in." Jason Cummerow the sergeant behind the desk stated. “I think I might let her take the cuffs off of him. Could be a good show, Mr. Waddell."

Chuck walked up to Trevor, getting his attention.

“You obviously didn't read the rules that you agreed to on your first visit here," he stated, crossing his arms as he stood there. “You see, I do not allow pain just for the fun of inflicting pain in a non-sexual context. It's also forbidden to touch our trainers or tamers like that without their explicit permission." he pointed out. “Besides, I could allow Miss Patricia to file an assault charge against you with the police."

“You can't do shit against ..." He stopped talking when two officers walked into the room.

“Mr. Waddell, I understand someone assaulted one of your girls," the taller one stated. “Do you think you can fill us in on the details?"

“This 'gentleman' assaulted Miss Patricia here," Chuck pointed out, motioning for Jason to play back the video for the officers. Both of them winced when Trisha's ear was twisted so brutally.

“Patricia, do you want to press charges, that is if you're self owning?" the taller officer asked. “If you're under mortgage, Mr. Waddell will have to do that for you."

“I'm self owning, officers. Can I press charges against this asshole?" Trisha asked.

“You can't press charges ..." Trevor's smart mouth was cut off by the shorter officer speaking up with a very quiet but authoritative voice.

“Listen, bud. Being self-owning, she's technically a citizen of Hawaii so she has every right to press charges. It's on video so the charge would stick, bro."

“Aw ... Fuck ... Me ..." Mr. Hawkins looked at the floor dejectedly as he shook his head.

“Listen, all I want is for him to be banned from here," the equine chimera femme stated for the record.

“We can do that if that's all you want. Personally, I think you should press charges, Miss Trisha." the security sergeant told her.

Trevor was photographed for the mugshot book and his information entered into the 'Ban List' database. While this was going on, the officers were running his identification on a small hand link.

“Hmm, looks like Mr. Hawkins has a warrant out for his arrest. It's a 'No-Bail' warrant, too. Says here he didn't attend court-ordered anger management classes." the shorter officer mused. “Looks like he's going to jail regardless."

“Come on guys, this isn't right! She's just a damned animal!" Trevor was heard stating as they led him off down the hall.

“Well, I'm going to go back to the infirmary to see about Nancy," Trisha stated as she turned to leave.

“You should have Raj look at your ear, Patricia," Chuck suggested. “I think it looks like it's just a little bruised from Trevor's rough treatment."

***

Raj looked Trisha's ear over carefully, examining it inside and out. He then sprayed it with some Bayer trauma drugs to take away the pain and promote healing.

“Miss Trisha, could you rub that spray into your ear? I would do it but it's your ear and it's probably tender right now." Raj suggested.

“I can do that," she replied, massaging her ear very carefully.

“You know, I came from Blue Diamond," the med-tech told her. “I've seen far worse than what happens here. It was usually a guard, using his exemption from the whipping rules to lay into a girl."

“You remember my whipping?" Trisha asked, wincing in pain as she massaged the medication into her ear.

“I remember that, Miss Trisha but as I have said before, I've seen far worse." He stated, making Trisha shudder.