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Act XVIII

***

Trisha was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing her arms and legs to get the tingling sensations out of them. The antidote had acted quickly, restoring most of her motor control just minutes after being injected. She was still pissed off about the head covering, however.

Using the covering that would have surrounded Tigre's head, the locksmith discovered the fact that the key only opened the head covering one time. After that, it required a different type of key to open it a second time. It was made from a type of tempered high-strength stainless steel that could be cut open with a die grinder using a metal cutting disc but it would take hours to do just one.

“Patricia, Tracy, are you sure you two want to do this?" Chuck asked after briefing them on what would happen if they took on Blue. They both nodded 'yes', signaling their intentions in taking out their remaining kidnappers.

“Boss, I just got off the phone with Mr. Alexander. He took a quick look around the ramp and found the jet. He says he will taxi one of his planes in front of Blue's, blocking it in after we're on board." Hank advised them.

The tall equine male retrieved the shipping crates designed to hold the three ladies, opening one up to show off how it was equipped. The transport board would drop inside and attach to the bottom, then a modified re-breather in the lid would be hooked to their inserts, supplying air for up to six hours. There was an LCD screen in front of their faces in the lid that would play movies to keep them occupied during transport to the airport.

The two equine chimerae females checked out the box, to the point of climbing inside and letting the lid be closed. Nodding their agreement, they put on the diapers again to play the part and allowed the staff to put them back into the fabric coccoons of the transport boards.

Hank carefully lifted Tracy into her box, then put Trisha in hers. Because Tigre was not feeling up to doing this, Chuck decided that they would go with just the two girls and Hank would give them some story about not being able to get the tigress.

“Trisha, take a very deep breath, then nod. I need to put the regulator into your insert but you need that charge of air in your lungs to fill this system fully." Hank advised her. She did as asked, waiting until the shank of the regulator was bottomed out in her insert. She then let that breath out, then took another. Once she was sure the re-breather was functioning properly she nodded, letting Hank know everything was fine. Hank then did the same for Tracy.

“Patricia, Tracy, you both need to act like you're still drugged. Force them to manhandle you into a seat. Once they seem distracted, Hank will signal the attack." the boss advised them before they began to move them downstairs.

Cami walked into the room at that moment, having changed into a maintenance uniform. She smiled at them, then pulled her Asp baton from her pocket, flicking it to extend it out. She smiled a very dark smile as she extended her claws fully and said;

“I'm ready, Mr. Waddell. Lets go kick some ass!"

***

The transport vehicle arrived at the shipping and receiving dock once Hank made a phone call to signal the driver. He was waiting with Cami and Johnnie Deckard from security, trying to look casual.

“Hey! Um, not to be nosy but where's Gerald?" the driver asked, looking around to find the missing security supervisor.

“Uh, he's been detained, Bro. Now put your hands up or I'll shock ya." Hank leveled a taser at the driver, giving him a hard stare. “We're taking the jet, buddy. Now get on your knees, cross your ankles and put your hands on your head."

Cami quickly trussed the unfortunate driver, allowing Johnnie to take him to the holding cell. The two boxes were loaded and the lids finally closed so the equine females would not be discovered should they get stopped on the way. Hank took the driver's seat while Cami got into the passenger side, making herself at home. As Hank pulled out of the driveway, Cami made a very startling statement.

“Hank, I hate to tell you this, but I promised Mr. Waddell that I would shoot you if you tried to go ahead with the kidnapping." She reached into her coveralls, pulling out a Kimber 1911-pattern pistol in .45 ACP chambering from a shoulder holster. “It's loaded, my friend. Don't think I won't use it."

“Don't worry, Cami. You won't need that. Tracy and Trisha don't deserve this treatment. I want to get even with Blue myself. He promised Tracy wouldn't be part of this at first, then changed his mind on me." Hank replied.

“Well, you just make sure you don't try something stupid." she said darkly, slipping the gun out of sight. “I plan to bust some heads once we get there so don't get in my way."

***

The pilot was going through the checklist with the co-pilot, making sure the aircraft was ready to lift off as soon as the cargo arrived. He double checked a few items, making sure the systems were ready to go.

“Boris, here they come now," the co-pilot, a young, sandy brown haired man said in a very heavily accented English. “They are a little ahead of time, Yes?"

“It does not matter, Mikhail," the dark-haired pilot replied in Russian. “We are being paid well for our services. Go help them load our cargo."

“Doctor, help me please?" the co-pilot asked as he made his way to the passenger door.

“Sure, no problem," the medical man replied, getting up to assist them. As they left the plane, a generic white nondescript service van rolled up to the aircraft.

“Mr. Beck, Where is Mr. Hamlin and who is she?" the co-pilot asked after Hank rolled to a stop by the jet and got out.

“Regrettably, Gerald Hamlin had to be eliminated. Miss Carter here will be taking his place."

“I am sorry to hear Mr. Hamlin was terminated. Hurry now, we have to get the ladies situated in the cabin before we can take off. Put the first box in, please?"

Hank opened the back of the box van and the two Blue Hawaii employees began to remove the first box, Trisha, to be put into the specially modified hold.

“Where is the third box?" the doctor asked. “You were to have three females with you!"

“Sorry, the third one wasn't on site today. We couldn't get her," Hank offered up. “I'll just have to kidnap her in a second attempt in a few days. I did promise Blue three femmes of his choosing and I will not fail to keep my promise." He then turned and winked at Cami to ensure her that it was just a ruse, nothing more.

They loaded Trisha followed by Tracy into the hold, the transport boxes going into guideways in the hold. It was clear this jet was highly modified for this type of work. Cami closed the door to the hold then Hank and Cami boarded the aircraft themselves. The floor between the seats lifted up, allowing them access to open the boxes from inside to avoid being seen doing so on the tarmac. Tracy, then Trisha were removed from the boxes, sat down in their seats and strapped in with seatbelts and shoulder harnesses. The doctor helped to close up the floor, then went to the front of the cabin.

“I will give them the antidote after we are airborne," he stated, nodding to the pilot. The pilot however seemed to be occupied with another plane that had taxied into his path and stopped, shutting off its engine as it came to a halt for whatever reason. The pilot of that small trainer style aircraft, Mace, looked at him and shrugged his shoulders, turning back to the dash to fiddle with something while the engine turned over slowly as it tried to start.

“Cami, we had better get ready to take off," Hank spoke the code words after looking to see that the girls were prepared. They both had their restraints loose and had retrieved the small dart pistols they had hidden in their diapers. At least the diapers had been good for something, Tracy mused to herself as she slipped the safety off quietly.

“What's going on back there?" the doctor asked as he stood back up to see what was going on behind him. Tracy darted him, dropping him on the cabin floor. The co-pilot heard that noise so he came back into the cabin to see what the commotion was about only to struggle with the male chimera briefly before being darted himself. While Hank handcuffed the two on the cabin floor, Cami rushed the cockpit, dragging the pilot from his seat with her claws, ripping into his shoulders viciously as she extricated him from his seat and cuffed him.

Hank opened the passenger door on the jet, signaling they had taken the plane before grabbing Tracy, hugging her tightly, lovingly. It was over now. Tracy and Trisha were safe.

“Hey! Let's get everyone out of here!"Mace shouted from the doorway, getting their attention. “My pilot will take this heap up to my other facility."

Everyone got back into the box van while an Alexander Aviation Services freight crew took over the aircraft, flying it to a smaller facility on the north end of the island, a place called Dillingham field.

***

Hank typed in the URL for Mr. Waddell to contact Blue and yank his chain a bit, smiling at the thought of Blue getting taken for a ride. Tracy and Trisha had put on some clothing once they had gotten into the box van so they, too were present for this particular videoconference.

“What can I do for you, Charles?" Blue asked, then fell silent as the picture showed his quarry, still in Hawaii, clothed and looking very pissed off by their body language.

“You can stop fucking with me, that's what," Chuck stated very tersely. “Listen, how much do you think your people are worth?" He tapped a key which split the screen to reveal his pilots, the doctor and Gerald, all secured to the wall of a struggle room. Tigre was standing by with Lisa, both ladies having whips at the ready. “So, if you will be so kind as to turn over your shares of Blue Hawaii to me, I'll let them walk. If you don't give me what I want, I'll turn all of you in to the authorities for kidnapping. I have all of the pertinent video archived and Hank is willing to testify against you."

“Do you actually think I would care ..." The screen changed again to show Blue's jet, sitting at Mace Alexander's aircraft dismantling facility. It was sitting in the way of the guillotine, a huge, heavy blade that was dropped from a crane to slice apart a derelict airframe.

“How much is that jet worth? Fifteen million? More?" Chuck asked. “Sure would be a shame if that thing were to get damaged somehow. That would be hard to explain to the stock holders." he said with mock concern.

“You would injure my employees and destroy such a valuable aircraft?" Blue asked.

“I sure as hell would, buddy. So, do we have a deal or not?" Chuck asked. “As I see it, I have everything to gain and nothing to lose, since I still have my people. You, however would be subject to having your plug pulled for criminal activity. All the Blue facilities would be shut down. Under the provisions of the Poughkeepsie Treaty, your MI, your very existence and all backups would be erased by the authorities. To have someone or even a batch file somewhere reboot you would be a criminal act in itself."

“You seem to have me at an extreme disadvantage, Charles." Blue mused. “It is painfully apparent that the same provisions that allowed my citizenship status are now working against me." The fax machine in Mr. Waddell's office came to life, spitting out copious amounts of paper. “As you wish, then. It's a small price to pay to continue my endeavors. I do ask that you remove the name 'Blue Hawaii' from your resort, please? Since you are no longer a part of the Blue Consortium as of this point in time, I do not wish for you to have 'Blue' referenced in the name of your resort."

“I can live with a name change but what about these?" Chuck asked, tapping the side of Trisha's polished steel head covering.

“Those head restraints have timers in them. They will open up in one hundred sixty-eight hours from the time they are closed. Do not try to cut them open, though. They are equipped with a layer of Semtex on the inside with a detonator wire matrix to set it off. It would be very nasty." The screen on the laptop, without warning, went blank.

“That sonuvabitch!" Chuck said angrily. “If he were flesh and blood, I would kill him with my bare hands!"

“Is he bluffing about the explosives?" Trisha wrote on Chuck's desktop notepad.

“I don't know, Patricia. We need to see what the locksmith and the Fab Shop thinks."

Mace tapped her on the shoulder, pulling her to him when she turned to look at him. He was red-eyed from being upset over her predicament.

“Are you OK in there?" he asked, looking down at her lovingly as he tapped the steel covering over her head.

“I'm hungry," she wrote back, showing the note to him and Chuck. “I need a bit of help to eat at the moment," she added to her note, letting them know what she felt. Tracy then got their attention, letting them know she felt the same way.

***

The two unfortunate females had been fed a nutrient-laden pureed meal with a feeding tube before they went to see what the Fab Shop and the locksmith had discovered. They entered the room to see the fabrication guys looking on from across the room while the Honolulu Bomb Squad tested the covering meant for use on Tigre for explosives.

“Boss, stay back!" the lead fab tech shouted, motioning for them to get out of the room. He followed them out of the area and then shut the door behind him softly. “Mr. Waddell, I hate to think the girls are walking around with their heads wrapped in explosives." That thought made Trisha shudder.

“We need to use a sniffer on their headgear," the bomb squad member said as he came out of the room. “That one we tested in there is clean but I want to make sure they're not a danger to others." he stated, pointing at Trisha and Tracy.

A quick check proved that Blue had been bluffing with them all along. It did seem possible, though that he might try such a thing. The locksmith went back to work on the covering not in use, carefully de-constructing the lock. He eventually discovered the method needed to remove the coverings.

“It's not even a standard magnetic lock, Sir," the locksmith said as he pulled a very powerful magnet up the back of Tracy's stainless steel head restraint from bottom to top, tripping three locks inside. He then opened the back of it and slipped it off her head. As soon as she could, Tracy grabbed the jammer and pulled it from her cheek, silently 'sighing' when her implant connected with the network again.

Ellen was standing by, waiting until the covering was removed to do her part. She deflated the sealing bladders inside Tracy, then helped her to remove the insert. It did take some force to get it out, since the bladder in her esophagus didn't deflate completely. Just as Ellen had predicted, Tracy gagged when the insert came out, making immediate use of the bucket that Ms. Wilson had brought with her. Trisha was relieved of her insert moments later, adding her lunch to Tracy's in the process.

“Where is that bastard! I'm gonna kill him!" Tracy said hoarsely, still suffering the short term effects of that insert down past her vocal cords.

“Sorry Sis, he's mine first!" Trisha croaked out between bouts of nausea. She gagged again hard when Ellen removed the insert that was redirecting her saliva flow. “I'm gonna take all night in killing him! He'll be so full of trauma drugs, he'll take forever to kick off! There will be plenty of time for both of us to fuck his life up solidly!"

“Sorry, ladies, you both know I had to let him go," Chuck stated, watching both of their faces drop. “But I have some good news, I guess. We're going to rethink our methods here, now that Blue's out of the picture. I think all of you will be happy with the new ideas I want to put forth for approval."

***

Several days later, Trisha was approached by her boss, asking her to do something she thought she didn't have to do anymore.

“What do you mean, I have a client?" Trisha asked loudly, looking up at Mr. Waddell strangely.

“I'm sorry Patricia, this particular client is offering a huge chunk of change for your company." the boss told her. “Tell you what; I'll split the money with you. Would twenty thousand be enough to get you to take him for the night? He said he's just wanting your company and a little loving."

“That is a lot of money, Sir. Okay, I'm sure Mace will understand." she replied dejectedly. “What do I need to do for this client?"

“You need to see Miriam. She has your costume for the night."

“Okay, Sir." the filly said as she headed for Central Costuming.

Trisha walked slowly, thinking about the feelings she had for Mace. She knew she loved him and she was positive that he loved her back just as much. She hoped he would understand because she wasn't going to keep this a secret. If he did love her as much as she thought he did, he would understand.

“Hello Trisha," Miriam said as the filly walked into the area. “You'll need to do an enema for your costume," the head costumer informed her.

Trisha nodded, walking over to the 'flushing' area and taking care of business, much to her displeasure. She then went back to the dressing area to get dressed.

“I'll have to help you with your costume," Miriam told her as she brought out a tiger-striped sil-skin catsuit for Trisha. Sil-skin was originally developed for prosthetic use but as is common, it was discovered that it would make a very erotic clothing item that felt just like real skin, too.

“Um, that's it?" the filly asked as she stripped down.

“This one is special, Hon." Miriam replied. “This is a full body suit, made just for you."

“Oh Great!" Trisha blurted out. “I really hate these Sil-skin rubber full body suits. They're such a pain to take off when you're finished," she complained as she took the suit in hand and unzipped the back zipper.

The head costumer rolled a special sock over Trisha's tail, capturing her tail dock and hair inside. She then fished the string attached to it down inside the fake tiger tail of the suit. Trisha stood still while Miriam misted her all over with a special spray that would make the silicone suit stick to her after it warmed up to her body, making the sil-skin feel and act like her own.

“OK, step in," Miriam suggested, helping her to get it on correctly. Once the suit was up high enough on Trisha's body, Miriam pulled the string, using it to pull the sock and Trisha's tail into place. The hole at the end of the silicone tiger's tail wouldn't be obvious unless you actually went looking for it. The sock itself slipped out through the opening, leaving a semi-realistic looking tail behind.

“Well, this fits better than the last one I wore," Trisha commented, adjusting the ankles and wrists for comfort after Miriam zipped the back closed. She then put the hood on next, slipping it over her muzzle and head. Miriam helped to get her ears into the pockets provided, giving her semi-cat appearing ears.

Special footwear came next, making her look like she had toes with claws. The gloves came next, giving her hands the appearance of being feline. She knew what was coming next so she just got up on the table, waiting for Miriam to continue.

I know you probably don't like this," Miriam mused as she glued the openings in the suit to the skin around Trisha's nipples, rectum and vagina, blending in the edges for a seamless appearance. She then did the same for the area around her mouth. The final touches were sealing the seams with some more adhesive, powdering the suit to make is sensually slick, helping Trisha to put in her cat-eye contacts and then adding the feline fangs, held in place by some light adhesive.

“I look like some kind of a weird Sci-Fi movie crossbreed tiger-horse lady," Trisha commented as she looked in the mirror at herself. The suit's coloring, along with the way it fit, made her look very sensual.

“I think you look very exotic," Miriam stated. “You need to head upstairs to 1017, Hon. You only have about ten minutes to get there."

“Don't I need to be set up?" the filly asked.

“I don't think so." the costumer replied. “I think your client just wants to be with you for the evening."

Trisha picked up her Tamer's bands and put them on, grabbed her Blackberry and headed upstairs to meet her client.

***

The filly-turned-feline stepped off the staff elevator and turned down the corridor to her destination, Room 1017. She looked at her Blackberry, wondering if she should send Mace a text message, telling him about this situation. She knew her relationship with him relied on complete honesty for it to work. Giving thought to it, she decided to text him.

Opening the door to the suite, she entered and made her way to the closet set aside for the performers. Looking inside, she noted that not much in the way of clothes had been sent up for her but there were a number of her personally-fit bondage items available. She kind of suspected she would be in bondage this evening so this didn't really surprise her.

She sat down on the couch in the suite and began to prepare a text message to her lover. She started with asking his forgiveness, then explained how a client wanted her attention this evening. She finished her message with a request to please understand the fact that this was her job and sometimes it was better to keep the client happy than to turn him away.

She sent the message, then sat back in the couch to wait for her client. She just hoped he wouldn't be too long in arriving because Trisha wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. Just as she started to drift off to a nap, the door opened to reveal Mace, smiling at her.

“Mace? What are you doing here?" she asked, getting up to give him a hug.

“Well, this was the only way I could see to get you alone to myself, Honey." he replied. “Besides, I had heard of this sil-skin suit but I thought you would never wear one at home for me." He ran his hands over her body, feeling the slick, sensual surface of the suit. “This feels like you're shaved, sort of." he commented.

“Well, I have been shaved before for a client," she offered up. “We shaved everything except my mane and tail. It took about six months for my coat to grow back properly." She then thought about her earlier discussion with Chuck. “Um, how much did you pay for my services, Sweetie?"

“I paid the standard fee for an overnight stay," he replied. “I told Chuck to tell you twenty thousand to get you to do it."

Ooooh, you are rotten, you know that!" she said jokingly as she nuzzled against him. “So, can I call Miriam and have her come up here and help me take this suit off?" Trisha asked.

“No, I want you to wear that for me tonight. I paid extra for that suit, I'll have you know." he replied. “And Linda said for me to have you wear a number thirty-one silencer gag, too. She said that way, I wouldn't have to hear you complain about the suit all night."

“Now why did I wonder why there was that particular gag in the closet, right up front where it was easy to find?" the filly mused.

“Don't just stand there, go get it and put it on," Mace told her, giving her a nudge towards the closet.

Trisha retrieved the gag in question, packaged in a sterile sealed pouch. Due to its construction, it needed to be autoclaved between uses to protect her from bacterial infection. She opened the package, then sat the parts out on the coffee table.

“Well, since this is the last I'll be able to speak to you until tomorrow morning, I love you and I'll find some way to get even with you for this, Sweetie," she said right before kissing him.

Trisha first took the small antibacterial mouthwash packet that was in the bag and used it to rinse her mouth out thoroughly in the bathroom before removing the fangs in her mouth. She then took the main portion of the gag and opened her mouth, putting the breathing tube down her throat. She had to fiddle with it a bit to get it to go past her vocal cords, then she worked the main section into her mouth. It went over her teeth top and bottom, holding her jaws apart enough for her to breathe easily. She used the attached hand pump to inflate the bladder in her trachea, sealing it against liquids getting in her lungs. Mace had to help her remove the pump, since it was threaded onto the gag.

She took the key, a long rod-shaped affair and put it into its opening in the main body, pushing it in until it clicked. Slipping the outer padded aluminum shell portion over her muzzle, she aligned the two rods that protruded from it with the holes in the main part in her mouth, pressing it back over her muzzle until there was a clicking sound and the key moved forward just a bit. With that shell over her muzzle, there was no way to remove the insert in her mouth with her mouth held closed against it. She then took the key out and gave it to Mace.

“No, you hold onto it," he told her, putting the lanyard around her neck. “So, it that uncomfortable?" he asked, looking it over.

She shook her head, pointing at it and giving him a thumbs-up. It was actually very comfortable, considering she had went through almost a dozen sittings to get it fitted properly. She could safely drink water while this gag was in her mouth as long as she was careful to take small sips at a time with a straw-equipped sports bottle and remembering to tip her head to the side a bit. She then pointed at him, then herself, shrugging her shoulders questioningly since she couldn't speak to ask.

“Oh, I thought we might just enjoy each others company, maybe watch a movie ..." Mace smiled when she looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

“No Sex?" she wrote on a handy tablet.

“Well, yeah, I thought our making love at some point in time was a given ..." He looked to see what she was writing now.

“STRIP!" she wrote in big, bold letters, pointing at it with a very determined look on her face.

“All right! Give me just a second here." he replied. She went to the closet, rummaging around a bit while he undressed. She came back with a foil pouch like a condom, walking real slow, like a sultry siren in search of her victim. “Uh, Honey, what's that?" he asked. Trisha pointed at the pouch, then at his crotch.

She came up to him, gently grasping his manhood, giving it a few loving strokes. As he became hard, she opened the foil pouch and pulled out what looked like a thick black condom. She knelt down, carefully orienting the goodie on Mace's hard-on. She rolled it down slowly to cover his dick, and when it got to the base of his cock she pulled outwards on the base of the condom, exposing the ball sack. She stretched the opening and pulled it down and over his balls, enveloping her lover's crown jewels in black latex.

“Oh, that is ..." Mace fell silent when she stroked his rod again, making him realize it was lined with little nubs to further stimulate him. She stood up, pulling him to her gently with one hand in the small of his back while she slowly pumped his tool, making his eyes roll up into the back of his head.

“Trisha, you're ..." Mace tried to warn her but she could sense his urgency. Pulling him over to the bed by his hands, she took a bit of lube from a bottle on the nightstand and slowly rubbed it onto his tool, making him shudder. She then made herself at home on the bed and spread her legs for him.

Trisha smiled to herself at his predicament, all charged up and no place to go. Mace got on the bed, crawling slowly over to her. She guided him into her, his tool filling her up. He carefully stroked into her and stopped, trembling.

“Trisha, I think I might ..." She put her finger over his mouth, silencing him. She pulled him down to her bosom, nuzzling against his neck while he cooled off. She then urged him to take another stroke or two, holding him down to cool him off again.

Trisha played him like a fine Stradivarius violin, keeping him right on the edge of cumming but stopping just short of letting him do so. She was enjoying the feel of his cock embedded inside her and the ribbing on the condom when she would allow him to take a stroke or two This had to be heaven for her; the feelings that she was experiencing were just fantastic.

Mace, on the other hand was sweating, trembling, breathing very raggedly but she continued to drag it out until she could personally stand in no longer. She locked her legs over his, thrusting up against him to stimulate him into blowing his load. She followed right behind him, having a huge orgasm crash through her from head to hoof. It had been almost two hours since they started.

“Oh Gawd!" Mace moaned, trying to catch his breath. He had never been used like this before so he knew this was payback in a way.

“I love you," she scribbled on a notepad, showing it to him afterward with a smile.

“I ... I love you ... too," he finally said as he got his head back on straight.

“Want to watch TV? Movie?" she scribbled out, showing it to him.

“Uh, Okay, a movie then? You choose," he replied, still trying to get his breath back.

Trisha took the remote from the nightstand and fished through the menus, finding one of her favorites, “Lonesome Dove", the original version with Robert Duvall.

“Trish, this was payback, wasn't it?" Mace questioned her. She nodded, giving him a wink.

“I guess I had it coming," he mused, rubbing her arm gently. “You know, I didn't ask beforehand. Won't you get sweaty in that suit?"

“Sil-skin has thousands of pores per square inch. It breathes better than Gortex®." she wrote out.

Mace scooted up further in the bed, pulling her over to him so her back was resting against his chest. He hugged her, resting his chin on top of her head.

“Hon, what would you think about getting married?" he asked, feeling her tense up in his arms in response.

“I don't know." she scribbled on the tablet. “I don't think it's legal in Hawaii." she wrote, showing it to him.

“No, not here. When we move stateside, after your work contract is up." he clarified.

“Geez, I don't know. I've never thought about it." she wrote out for him. That was an out and out lie she just told him. She really had given much thought to the idea. Being Mrs. Alexander seemed like a fairy tale ending to her but it was one she might like to entertain. She didn't want to get her hopes up just to be let down, however.

***

Johnnie and Sarah were in Johnnie's suite, waiting for the mild sedative that the female had taken to take effect. The blanket appaloosa female had asked her lover to put her in light bondage just to see if she was over it or if the time spent as a POW had left an indelible mark in her mind.

“So, how do you feel?" he asked, holding her while they waited on the couch. He could feel her nervousness, her apprehension of what would go on shortly.

“I ... I guess it's kicking in," she replied, swallowing to get her throat wet again.

“If you're not sure you want to do this, we can skip it tonight," Johnnie suggested, holding her tightly to him.

“No, I want to know," she replied, turning to look straight at him. “Johnnie, when I was staying with Trisha, she bound me hard to her bed just for me to feel what it was like. It took all I could muster up to keep from screaming out in terror. It was the same way when Chuck did it to help me get over it. I've been using breakaway clips for a week now on my wrists while I slept and I finally got through part of a night. I need to know."

“If that's what you want, I'll help you out." her lover said as he picked up the first cuff.

Sarah sat still while Johnnie put that first wide leather cuff around her right wrist, making sure it wasn't too tight on her. He then carefully did up the other arm, letting her sit for a minute to get used to them. Sensing she had relaxed, he put the first wide cuff around her right ankle, then the left one last.

“This is different," she commented, playing with the left cuff. “I've been using a narrow cuff so this wide one is actually more comfortable." she proffered up.

“Bill Waterman is tops when it comes to bondage gear," Johnnie pointed out. “His retail business is the top rated bondage gear site on the Internet."

“Well, I decided that I would go with a gag, too," she told her lover. “Before you get concerned, I have a plan to alert you if I need out."

“Are you sure?" the security guard asked, feeling just a little worried by this. She did say she might end up wanting to be taken out of bondage quickly. He became very concerned when he observed which gag she had selected. It was a silencer.

“I asked Linda about which one would be the most comfortable for me. She told me this one was the ticket." Sarah offered up.

She held up the device, looking it over. It was a simple device, really. There was a long silicone tube that would go down her throat, past her vocal cords. The top of it had a chromed 'Y' shaped fitting that would protrude from the corners of her mouth. A small hand pump would inflate the bladder around the tube in her trachea, holding the device in place.

Sarah put the tip of the tube on her tongue, tipping her head back to guide it down her throat. It took a little bit of work to get the tube past her larynx but it was eventually deep in her trachea, preventing her from speaking. She pumped up the bladder, then removed the pump from its fitting in the crotch of the 'Y' fitting.

“You're very sure you want to do this?" her lover asked, holding her closely. She looked up at him, nodding her head. She then took his hand in hers, leading him to the bed.

John waited until Sarah stripped down and had gotten herself situated in the middle of his bed with a pillow under her head before he continued. She looked at him and nodded, smiling a bit, hesitantly. In her mind, it was now or never.

“Here we go," he said, unreeling the first cable from the top left corner of the bed, attaching the trigger snap to the 'Dee' ring of her cuff. She clenched her hand into a fist once, then stretched out her fingers to relax. He watched as she ran a fingertip down the cable, feeling its surface. Sarah seemed tense for a moment, then nodded for him to continue.

“Are you still OK with this?" he asked as he pulled out the second cable and opened the trigger snap. He waited until she nodded, motioning with her head at her free wrist. He went to connect the snap to her wrist but she took his hand in hers, pulling it over to her muzzle to kiss it.

“I love you," she mouthed to him silently, kissing his hand again. She then stretched out her arm, getting it ready to be restrained. He connected up that wrist, allowing the cable to retract against the spring tension. She wiggled a bit on the bed, just to get a bit more settled before the last cables were attached. John then attached the cables to her ankles, letting them retract against the tensioners.

“You're hooked up, just like you asked me to do for you," he said, giving her a kiss on the lips. “Do you want me to lock the cables or not?" he asked. She nodded 'Yes' to him in return.

Johnnie set the ratchets on the cables, allowing them to retract but not extend again. He then laid down next to her, propping himself up on his elbow. He ran his hand down her stomach and right thigh, giving her knee a loving squeeze. She looked over at him, smiling as much as the gag would let her. She then pointed towards the letter she had put on the night stand earlier. John took the letter and opened it, reading it carefully.

My Love,

If you're reading this, I am most likely

tied down to your bed. I want to make

sure that my time as a POW hasn't left

a permanent scar on my psyche so I ask

you to go in the other room, out of my

sight. Please turn off the lights, too. If I

really need you, there is a remote in my

pants pocket that I can press to send a

text message to your phone. Please put

it in my hand, then leave the room. I

need to know if I can handle some

time tied up like this. I need to know

there's nothing wrong with my mind.

Love you,

Sarah

John went to her pile of clothes, finding the remote in question. It had that look to it like it had been made on-site by one of the electronics techs. Putting the strap around her hand, he positioned it so she could press the buttons with her thumb. He then gave her a kiss, turned out the lights in his bedroom and left her alone just as she asked.

***

Sarah lay there on the bed quietly, getting used to the feel of being restrained like this. She felt the remote with her thumb, noting its smooth case and the two buttons, one textured to differentiate the panic button from the alert button.

“I'm in a safe place," she thought to herself, trying to remain calm, restrained by the cables attached securely to her wrists and ankles. “Johnnie is in the next room," she reminded herself, ready to come to her aid if she so desired. Her real desires were to come to grips with this situation in her mind.

She thought about her time in that Afghani prison, stripped naked and tied spread-eagle to the bars of a cell. They shocked her, beat her and sprayed her down with freezing water from a fire hose. The jailers even used her as a fuck toy, screwing her until her coat on her legs were heavily matted with their cum.

Noting that she was straining against the cables, she relaxed, taking a few deep breaths. This gag really wasn't that bad, either. Linda had been right about the fact it was comfortable. It was kind of odd, though to try to make a noise only to hear a huff of air instead.

Sarah caught herself straining again, knowing she was safe in her bondage. She knew Johnnie would retrieve her in an instant if she needed to be free of this situation. She relaxed again, thinking about her lover. He was gentle and loving in bed, always asking if she was enjoying their time together. He had offered up the fact he had briefly been in love with a very early design Golemtech female canid. He told her the canid wasn't capable of thinking in terms of love and commitment like Sarah could. He even told Sarah he thought Brandon had made her more human than most human females.

Checking her internal chronometer, Sarah finally noted she had been bound like this for over five hours and she wasn't panicking. Sure that she was finally over it, she pressed the smooth button on the remote, smiling to herself.

***

Johnnie was sitting on his couch, trying to find something to watch on television. All of the 'Guy' shows were over so now it was the reruns, cooking and cheesy home improvement shows to choose from. He was momentarily startled by his phone ringing, looking to see who it was after he fumbled with it a few moments. The text message that appeared was his lover, asking him to come back into the room.

He got up and went into the bedroom, turning the lights on dimly. His lover was lying there, seeming to be very calm about things. He climbed into the bed with her, getting over next to her.

“I guess you're ready to be let up," he asked, waiting to see her answer. She shook her head 'no' in return, surprising him. She then made the movements like she wanted him to make love to her.

Are you sure about that?" he asked, somewhat shocked by her request. She nodded again.

John got up from the bed, taking his clothes off quickly. He had to admit, the sight of his lover bound like this was turning him on. He retrieved the wedge pillow from his closet and scooted it under Sarah's behind, watching her smile in return. He then climbed between her legs, preparing himself to mount her and give her his love.

***

Trisha was watching the news with the sound off, using the text along the bottom of the screen to know what was being talked about. Mace was still sleeping, snoring ever so lightly.

She was thinking about his suggestion that they could get married once they moved stateside. That thought both excited and scared her. There was some responsibility that came with being married to a human and that included the negative press she might attract. It was still a mixed bag when it came to the laws that governed whether or not a chimera could be recognized as a citizen. California still gave them a lower class of citizenship but regarded them as sentient. Minnesota, however regarded them as full citizens with the same rights as they had in Massachusetts or Iowa.

What would it be like, to be Mrs. Mace Alexander? Would they be successful with a new business venture or would they go bust? She hoped Mace had a backup plan just in case their guided hunting trips bombed out. Trisha was startled out of her musing by her Blackberry receiving a text message.

She looked at her phone, noting the text message was from Rita Hawthorn. The message was to all performers, trainers and tamers. They were to report to the Lava Room at nine for a meeting. This must be serious if Mr. Waddell wanted to have a meeting like this.

The filly-turned-feline nudged her lover to wake him up then sat up in bed to look at the time; 8:14 a.m. There wouldn't be enough time to get this suit off so she would just have to go like she was. She went to the bathroom to see in the mirror where to place the key so she could unlock the gag. Key finally in place, she pushed in on it to unlock the shell over her muzzle.

She slipped the shell off, then threaded the pump on to let the air out of the bladder. She was relieved when she heard the air escaping. With just a little difficulty, the main insert was out of her maw.

“Trisha, are you in the bathroom?" Mace asked sleepily.

“I'm sorry Mace, I have a meeting at nine in the Lava Room. As it is, I'll have to go in this suit." she replied while she prepared to brush her teeth.

“Why don't you go by your suite and grab some clothes?" he suggested as he got out of bed, stretching out a bit to get the kinks out of his shoulders.

“Mmm, Yeah." she replied around her toothbrush. Rinsing her mouth out, she gave Mace a kiss and headed down to the Lava Room.

***

“I hope the Fire Marshall doesn't come by," Chuck mused while everyone took a seat or found a place to stand. “I suppose it's been a while since I've called all of you together. I want to start with announcing I have completed a transaction to become sole owner of Blue Hawaii. I would also like to point out the fact that things will be changing for the better around here."

Everyone looked around to see each others reaction to this information and Chuck had to quiet them down before continuing.

“You will all be receiving a ballot in your paychecks this Friday. You will be voting on whether or not to accept my new policies. They are as follows;

“You will no longer be required to submit to the whip. That is, unless you want to, at which point I will be paying you extra for that. Each one of the tableaus that we do with the clients will have a number assigned. You will need to sign up for at least ten to continue the present pay system. Less than ten will be paid on a per-performance basis. Some tableaus will be paid at a premium rate, such as suspension shows. By the way, no more broken skin, ladies. Our trainers and tamers will no longer be breaking skin here, unless it's totally by accident.

“I'm also starting a retirement account system. If you're interested, you would pay eight percent of your gross into the account which will be transferable to the outside once you leave here. The payback on this account will be two-point-five percent of your base pay times the number of years you paid into it. It's not much but it's something. Hopefully we can improve on that over time.

“The last thing that I want to cover this morning is our new management structure. All of you will be assigned to a group that will have three trainers and one tamer per group. The trainers will be more like lead persons and the tamers will function as supervisors. There will be an 'Open Door' policy here and that includes my office. If you have a problem or concern, go to your trainer. If that doesn't solve things, you will go to your tamer, then my office. Any questions?"

Chuck spent the next two hours answering questions from the performers, who all seemed very pleased with the new arrangements.