Trouble's Tales
The Start of Vengeance

by Kittiara

Stardate 2398.10

Trouble knelt beneath the station manager's desk.  He was talking on the vidphone, and from the waist up, looked very proper; however, from the waist down, beneath the desk, he was bare.  Trouble knelt between his feet, like a good slave, his limp cock held in her mouth.  This was a favorite pastime of his.  He'd conduct a normal day's business ... most of the time.  But when Trouble's tongue got him hard, the weasel would take a break until she'd sucked him off.  It was her job to keep his cock in her mouth, holding him there, until he got hard again, and she could bring him to another orgasm.  Luckily, his work day seemed short, and she was only on her knees in that situation for a few hours, four at the most.  Sometimes however, it was preferable to the other 'pet activities' the station manager liked to indulge in ....  Still, she wished he'd put a pad down there for her to kneel on.

Trouble had been doing this for almost six weeks now.  The lion, in his guise as the head of an asteroid mining concern doing business with the dominant trading station in orbit around Elysium, had presented her to the station manager as a "gift", a "small token of his esteem".  It had been a very effective bribe, easing the access of the lion's company to the station and the markets beyond.  Of course, the station manager had no way of knowing, not the least suspicion, that the mining company was a cover for a band of pirates, small, but growing in "influence" ..... Even if he'd been aware of that, he might not have cared.  Many illegal things happened in the Elysium system, and even more immoral things ..... 

Trouble had been delivered in a box wrapped with a ribbon; a comparatively tiny box.  The cheetah morph was curled up, bent double, wrapped in translucent stretchy stuff, impossibly squeezed and contorted into a ball.  All that was recognizable, not hidden by the wrap, was her muzzle, and at the other end, her pussy.  Her legs were bent up and secured not to her chest, but spread, her knees actually on either side of her breasts by her shoulders, and this so stretched her ass apart that her tight little anus was also exposed to view.  The rest of her was a mass of slightly opaque plastic wrap, tightly compressing her.  While she'd been bound in this fashion only shortly before being carried from the lion's ship into the station, the station manager, having opened the box, seemed quite content to leave her in that predicament, as if on display, not only as he concluded his business with the lion, but through the course of several more appointments.  Finally the business day seemed to be done, and Trouble found that her business day started at that point.  First the station manager, leaving her bound, fucked her hard in her pussy; having emptied himself there, he came around and presented his limp cock to be cleaned by Trouble's mouth.  It wasn't until she'd not only licked him clean, but licked him to another orgasm that he slowly started unwrapping her.

Trouble spent that first night, chained to the foot of his bed, tied tightly in a hog-tie.  Her jaws were spread wide by a ring gag, and before he retired for the night, the station manager kneeled by her head and drove his cock into her mouth; however, as he orgasmed, he pulled back, to spray his seed over Trouble's head.  Chuckling, he climbed over her into bed, leaving his cum to dry on her fur.  The following morning he retied Trouble with her wrists tied between her ankles, face down on the floor, ass high in the air; he then proceeded to crouch above her and fuck her in the ass, tugging on her tail as he did so.  He then left her tied like that while he took a shower.  Trouble thought this was going to be a long assignment ..........  Finally he released her and led her to the shower stall.  Locking a chain from her collar to a ring in the wall of the shower, he closed the door behind her and locked that too.  "You've got half an hour to clean yourself up, and wash your hair.  I'll be back to let you out then."  And with that, he left the room, and the water started.  Trouble yelped at the cold water, and frantically fiddled with the knobs, only to find that ice cold water was all she could get!  She felt like she was blue with the cold, shivering violently, when the weasel finally came to collect her.  Still dripping, she was led through the corridors to the station's business offices, as the weasel started his daily routine.

Trouble stood stiffly in the station manager's office, balanced on tiptoes in a weird contraption.  A rod extended from the floor, straight up, between her legs, its tip about 8" into her sex.  About mid-way up this rod, another branched off, and came up in front of her to form a tee.  At each end of the tee was a little electrical switch; from each of the switches a thin gold chain ran to Trouble's nipple rings.  As long as she leaned back, pulling on the chains, the switches remained open, but if she released the tension, even just a little bit, electric current would flow from the rod in her pussy to the chains connected to her nipples!  Since she'd been standing there, she'd gotten three such jolts, and although her back was starting to ache from the constant leaning back, and her nipples were quite sore, she was determined not to get another jolt.  As she stood there, muscles trembling, she felt the slightest of touches around the edges of her mind.   <Trouble?  Are you there?  Can you hear me?>  Oh, Lord, she thought, it’s Mark.

After the little incident where she and Mark had marooned themselves in a crippled Raider vessel, where Mark had somehow delivered a mysterious warning to Trouble, probably saving her life, the lion had been quietly prodding, seeking to determine how Trouble had been warned.  Mark had finally admitted the possibility that he might have some telepathic ability, and that he might just have some sort of "special link" with Trouble.  Of course, the lion locked onto this like a homing missile, and insisted that they conduct tests; one of the tests had been a double blind where neither Mark nor Trouble knew they were being tested until after Mark had released Trouble from a supposedly malfunctioning airlock.  The lion just grinned as they both raged at him. "Worked, didn't it?  Now we know, and I think that little talent will be very useful .... "

Trouble concentrated, doing her best to block out her current physical situation.... <Mark..... Yes, I can hear you......  Listen, there's a convoy going out of here tomorrow, headed for Taurus.  The captain of the convoy escort was in the weasel's office yesterday, and I heard everything they discussed.  Six cargo ships, escorted by a destroyer and a wing of six fighters.  The weak point is that one cargo ship has particularly slow acceleration and they'll all have to hang back to stay with it.>  Trouble paused for a moment, and "heard" Mark; <Got it; I'll pass it on; anything else?>  Trouble responded, "<Yes, they're having power management problems and will have to take one of the three reactors offline next week.  They've decided to maintain power to shields and weapons, and one of the things they'll be cutting back on will be the long range sensors.  To compensate they'll be running more patrols>  Trouble could feel little tendrils probing her mind when she finished; she could almost feel Mark's concern for her situation, as if for a moment he was looking out of her eyes .....  Ridiculous, she told herself, no one's that good a telepath ......  <Is your situation stable?> Mark sent.  <Yes, its a bit hard, but I'm "safe";  I don't believe they suspect a thing.  The operation at Teldor did raise suspicions of a leak somewhere, but they're concentrating on watching for transmissions from the station.>  <OK, I've got to go, we've picked up the spare parts we ordered, and they want us to clear the docking port.  Security does seem tighter here these days.  Take care!>  And with that he was gone.  A few seconds contact every week or so.  Still, she was doing her part.  Relaxing a little, glad that Mark hadn't asked how she was being treated, Trouble relaxed, and then YELPED as the current once again surged through her, making her body jerk back reflexively.  She panted, closed her eyes, and moaned, resolving once again not to let that happen, no matter how long he made her stand here.

Mark jerked upright in his acceleration couch; he could almost feel the current flow, feel Trouble's sore muscles, and pained ... anatomy.  He turned to look out the viewport at the receding station and just shook his head ...

Trouble tried to ignore the pain.  She was balanced on the very tips of her toes, straining to touch the floor, to relieve the pressure on her crotch.  The weasel had fastened her into a strange device; it consisted of a pole mounted in the floor, with wide metal cuffs to go around her ankles.  These were loose enough that she could rise or fall on her toes, but tight enough that she could not slide her feet out of them.  At the top of the pole was a crescent moon shape, made of metal; this passed from in front of Trouble, between her legs, to behind her, almost perfectly matching the shape of her body.  The weasel had stepped on a small pedal, slowly raising the crescent until it pressed painfully into Trouble's crotch, part of the metal actually spreading her sex, until she strained on tiptoes to relieve the pressure.  Leaving her there to mewl into her gag, he went to his desk, to start the day's work, grinning up at her occasionally.  It had seemed like an eternity to Trouble, but probably wasn't more than an hour when the weasel's comm chimed and he answered it.  Again, Trouble couldn't hear or see whoever was on the other end of the link but as the weasel talked it became apparent that someone had completely drained the weasel's personal financial accounts.  This didn't surprise Trouble, as she had overheard the weasel talking to his bankers and investment councilors, and had passed the account numbers and passwords on, via her contacts with Mark.  The weasel broke the connection by slamming his fist down on the commconsole, and rose from behind his desk; as he headed towards the door, however, he stopped and turned to stalk over to Trouble.  He looked at her closely for a moment as if accusing her of causing this disaster.  Then he shook his head as if dismissing the notion.  Still, before he stormed out, he slammed his foot down on the pedal, raising the crescent another half inch, leaving Trouble's toes barely touching the floor.  Later, Trouble found out that not only had the weasel's personal funds disappeared, but that all the station accounts had been scrambled.  It would take them a long time to straighten everything out, and in the meantime, the weasel's superiors were most displeased.

"What do you mean, the convoy was taken by pirates!"  The snarling face of the head of Elysium planetary security, a bear morph, looked out of the viewscreen.  The weasel was standing behind his desk (fully dressed for once), and while Trouble was out of range of the vid pickup, if she turned her head as far as possible, she could just view the situation from the corner of her eye.  Today, the weasel had suspended her upside down from the ceiling, ropes from her ankle cuffs to widely-spread pulleys.  Her arms were encased in a binder behind her, the ring just beyond her fingertips pulled harshly down, the rope looping through a ring in the floor to be tied off to the end of her hair.  Of course, a large plug gag filled her mouth, this being no time to have the mewlings of a distressed slave detected by the audio pickup.  A rather heavy metal dildo had been placed in her pussy, and she struggled to control her muscles, to prevent it from being pulled by gravity far enough into her to hurt her.  The bear snarled and screamed and yelled at the weasel, calling him an incompetent, demanding to know how the pirates had found out about the convoy, demanding to know how they knew that the cargo ships were particularly slow.  It seemed the pirates had staged a small raid against the screening forces, and then fled, as if realizing that they'd bitten off more than they could chew.  Seeking glory, the defenders had chased the pirates, and run square into an ambush; while thus occupied, the main pirate force had overwhelmed the defenses of the cargo ships, and boarded them.  The convoy was a total loss, taken by forces that would have been vastly inferior in a head to head battle, a classic example of "divide and conquer".  The weasel was insisting that no transmissions had been made from the station and that all visitors to the station had been watched from the moment they arrived to the moment they left, and that no one, no one had passed them any information!  The bear demanded that the weasel investigate his own staff as the leak had to be coming from somewhere!

It was about three days later.  Trouble was bound in a frame, spread eagled, an inflatable gag filling her mouth, stretching it painfully wide.  Nearby a small wheel rotated; attached to its edge was an enema bag, and as the wheel turned, the bag rose and fell.  As it rose and fell, the liquid within surged through the connecting tube, alternately filling and purging Trouble's backside.  While this was uncomfortable, what made it really devilish was that as her back passage was filled, it compressed her insides, making the effects of the rather large vibrator buried in her twat felt that much more.  The combined effects were slowly driving Trouble mad, and she mewled softly into her gag.  The station manager had departed a little while ago, and Trouble jerked in her bonds as the door opened and he came in leading another slave by the leash.  Trouble's eyes widened as she beheld a male cheetah, perhaps just a little taller than her.  He had a hood over his head, his paws bound behind his back.  The leash was attached to a small ring at the opening of his sheath, secured with a little lock.  The station manager pulled him over by Trouble and deflated her gag.  Shoving the handle of the leash between her teeth he grinned. "Here, hold your new playmate.  What do you think?  A matched pair?  Just think of the interesting tableaus we'll be able to stage now!"  And with that he went behind his desk, to sit down.  They were ignored for about the next hour as the station manager tried to clear out the day's crisis, but after a bit he turned to them. "Now, what can we do ..... "

Trouble sighed with relief as the weasel had the male cheetah release her from her confinement.  For a moment, just a moment, she was tempted, being unbound, to attack the weasel, but then she thought of her mission and swallowed that, and kneeled submissively before him.  The weasel decided that to initiate Trouble's new "playmate" that they'd form a threesome.  He had the male lie on his back, with Trouble on top, the male's cock nicely filling Trouble's pussy. 

The weasel then knelt between their spread legs and proceeded to fuck Trouble in her ass, a favorite activity of his.  Trouble mmmmmed and rocked back and forth a little, thrusting back against their cocks; this sort of thing she'd been well prepared for by the Academy, and aside from the weasel's hard thrusts, she rather enjoyed it.  However, it wouldn't do to let the weasel know that, and she made a point of gasping and mewling.  She did find some time, however, to use her vaginal muscles to stroke the male cheetah's cock, milking him, teasing him, and by the look on his face, she was definitely having the desired effect.  As he pumped his cock into her ass, the weasel instructed them both not to cum until he told them they could.  Of course, he was under no such restraint and it wasn't long before he pumped his load into Trouble's ass.  Pulling free, he told them to continue, but that they dare not cum, as he crawled around, to present his cock to Trouble's muzzle for cleaning.  Now this was a task she really hated, but performed anyways, despite the terrible temptation to emasculate him with one quick clench of her jaws. When she'd cleaned him to his satisfaction, the weasel rose, and fished a vibrating butt plug from the toy chest, and inserted it rather roughly in Trouble's ass.  She moaned as he turned on the vibrator, and with a slap on her ass, walked off to sit in an easy chair, to slowly sip a drink as the two cheetahs continued to fuck, trying hard not to yield to temptation and cum.  He finally relented after what seemed an eternity, and as the male shot his load into her, Trouble writhed in the clutches of a massive climax.  She would have loved to have just laid there, cuddling, but that wasn't to be.  The weasel bade them rise, and then told Trouble to lick her partner clean.  Trouble, however, was left dripping, the fur of her thighs damp and matted.  Leashed to each other, they were led to the weasel's quarters where he spent an hour intricately tying them muzzle to crotch at the foot of his bed.  He was just finishing when the commlink chimed.  Trouble heard him answer it; while she couldn't make out what the party on the other end said, the weasel screamed "THEY WHAT?  NO!"  With a snarl, he broke the connection and dashed out the door, leaving the two cheetahs to themselves.

Trouble grinned, and gave the male a long sloooooow lick, and was rewarded with a soft moan. "Heya, kiddo, welcome to Hell.  I'm Trouble."  He purrrrred and returned the lick. "Sure you are, I'm Hinoki.  Pleased to meet you!  Where ya from?"  Trouble nibbled just a little, and was rewarded with just a touch of pink as his cock started to emerge from his sheath.  Trouble noticed that not only was he pierced at the opening of his sheath, but that he had a matching ring in the head of his cock, the ring passing into the bottom portion of the slit in the end, emerging from its underside, something called a "Prince Albert". Have to ask him about that later, she thought.  "Oh, I'm from no where in particular.  I was an engineer on a tramp freighter when I got shanghaied into the Academy on Elysium."

Hinoki nodded. "I got sold into this life over on Aquarius; defaulted on a college loan.  Big mistake!   They put me through the Performa Kennels, and that was a weird experience!  Got sold to Tasvarka, of the Tasvarka banking consortium.  Then he sold me to your master here.  I think I'm just as glad; I was really getting fed up with him buggering me all the time."  Trouble just laughed, "Don't know if this'll be any better.  This guy likes to tie you up in strange positions, and unusual situations and leave you on display, like a piece of perverse art.  And he's got a thing for anal sex."  Trouble prrrrrred and licked softly at his growing cock, eliciting some very nice moans, and some even nicer licks in return.  They talked and teased for several hours until the weasel returned.  Something had obviously gone wrong, as he ignored them completely, to change into a more formal uniform, before heading out again.  A while later, the station rang as something large docked.

The weasel was gone all night, and in that time Trouble managed to coat her muzzle and the inside of her throat rather nicely with Hinoki's cum, and he in turn, managed to coat his own muzzle and chest, as well as the inside of Trouble's thighs with her own juices ....  When the weasel did finally return, he was in a foul temper, and the fact that his two slaves had been having fun threw him into a frenzy!  "Who told either of you that you could cum?" he hissed.  In an instant, both were gagged, their mouths filled with inflatable gags pumped way beyond where they should have been.  The weasel then retied each of them, standing several feet apart, to rings in the ceiling; strain as they might, they couldn't touch each other.  Returning with a double pawfull of weights, the weasel proceeded to hang the little devils from the rings in Trouble's nipples and labia.  Turning to Hinoki, he produced a cone of leather, with a hole at the tip, and snaps down one side.  Unsnapping the seam, he worked the cone around Hinoki's balls, the narrow circle at the top of the cone between his sack and his body.  Snapping the seam closed, he then proceeded to hang weights around the lower edge of the cone, the weight tugging at Hinoki's balls.  Growling, he then proceeded to select a rather nasty looking Cat 'O Nine Tails, and wielding it wickedly, proceeded to make all the weights dance, alternating strokes between Trouble, and Hinoki.  After what seemed an eternity, he took the handle of the whip and shoved it deep into Trouble's pussy. "That falls out, you'll both get more when I return!" And with that, he stalked out.

It was the following day, and Trouble and Hinoki were tied in the weasel's office.  Trouble was suspended by her wrists, arms and legs spread widely.  Hinoki had his arms bound tightly behind his back, and was standing on tiptoes, his hard cock buried in Trouble's pussy.  Hinoki strained to hold his position; the weasel had fitted electrodes between Hinoki and Trouble, the sensor checking for 'electrical connectivity', and if Hinoki's cock fell out of Trouble's cleft, the motors driving the winches holding her off the floor would slowly tighten her bonds, stretching her as if she were on the rack!  On the other hand, that devilish leather cone was again around Hinoki's balls, its rim chained to the floor, forcing him to maintain a wicked tension on his balls to stay in contact with Trouble.  As he strained, muscles quivering from the exertion, they overheard enough to piece together the previous day's events.  It seemed the pirates had staged a particularly bold raid, taking out one of the minor stations in Elysium orbit, a station that forces from this one were supposed to protect.  But with one of the reactors down for repairs, the long range scanners had been off line, and most of the patrol ships had been out trying to act as picket ships in lieu of the scanners ........  The pirates had slipped through the cordon, and by the time the forces had been recalled and assembled for a counterattack, the pirates were gone.  The head of Elysium Planetary Security was furious, it seemed, and had blamed the weasel for the entire affair.  It had been his ship that had docked at the station the previous night, and he had kept the weasel up all night as they turned the place inside out looking for the spies that must have passed the critical information to the pirates.

<Trouble, are you there?>  Trouble mumbled something into her gag, and stirred slightly; it was the middle of the night, and she was again chained to the foot of the weasel's bed. 

But she wasn't getting much sleep.  The weasel had filled her ass, pussy, and mouth with inflatable gizmos, tubing leading to a small box that filled the balloons to the point of agony, or deflated them, in no particular order or pattern.  Hinoki was nearby, tied in a very strict hogtie, bent back like a bow.  <Yes, I'm here, Mark.  Where are you?  Are you safe?  Security here has absolutely gone through the roof!>  <Yes, I'm safe, but shouldn't I be asking you about that?  I'm in a cloaked ship, a short distance outside the station.  We're in that sensor blind spot you told us about, and I don't think they'll be able to detect us.>  <Glad to hear that; listen, the Head of Elysium Planetary Security is bearing down pretty hard on the weasel.  He's been tearing the place apart looking for the spy.  In fact, he's coming back in three days to do another sweep.  I think its getting a bit dangerous for you, perhaps you guys should lay low for a while!>  <Dunno if the boss will go for that, Trouble.  Anything else of interest?>  Trouble relayed what little she knew about ship and convoy movements, financial arrangements, and such, doing her best to ignore the stretching of her pussy or her ass, or her jaw as she tried to relay the information.  Then Mark was gone, leaving Trouble to worry about her friends.

Several days later, the weasel was still treating Trouble and Hinoki harshly, their little interlude still unforgiven.  With a smirk, the weasel had given Trouble a bottle of solution, and had, in public, forced her to douche herself with it.  It must have been a solution of alum or something like it, as Trouble's pussy immediately dried out and contracted painfully.  The weasel then put Trouble in a pair of stocks, in the lobby of the station's office area, on her knees, head and wrists imprisoned at floor level.  He then staged a little exhibition, chaining Hinoki between her legs, having him fuck her roughly.  Normally Trouble would have relished this, but in this instance, the well-hung Hinoki made her feel as if she was about to rip apart.  The weasel had left her ungagged, and her cries and moans echoed off the walls, eliciting looks that might almost have been pity from the office workers.  The weasel made a short speech about how punishments like this, and worse, would befall any spy they captured, and then left them there, threatening dire things should Hinoki cum without permission, and even more dire things should he stop.  It was only a short while later when the alert alarms sounded, with furrs running past the two, too distracted to even look, and then all was quiet.  Then the station rang with the shock of multiple ships disconnecting from their docking ports. 

Hinoki slowed his motions, his hips barely moving, obviously he was aware of Trouble's plight, her pussy amazingly tight around his cock.  Trouble, for her part, worried that the weasel would review the security camera films of their activities, even though the offices were deserted, and punish Hinoki for "slacking off".  They were there for hours, and to Trouble's amazement, Hinoki never quite stopped, never got soft, and never came, either.  Finally, furrs started to filter back in, and their mood was black.  It seemed that the ship transporting the Elysium Head of Security to the station had been ambushed by the pirates, in a daring long range strike, and had been destroyed!  The general consensus was that the station manager may have arranged it himself, either as a self-defense measure or because they were getting too close to uncovering him as the spy!

Shortly thereafter, one of the weasel's assistants came to release Trouble and Hinoki.  This was done in a very distracted fashion, the wolf not even pausing to appreciate their little exhibition.  They were led to the weasel's "playroom" and unceremoniously locked in separate cages.  They didn't see the weasel for two days, their needs cursorily being attended to by servants.  Finally, they were released, groomed, and led to the weasel's office.

There were a number of well-dressed furrs there, all with sour expressions on their faces.  The leashes were given to the station manager who then turned and presented them to a wolverine morph with a slight bow.  This fur in turn handed the leashes with less formality to an assistant who led them out of the offices.  As they were led through the station, towards the docking ring, Trouble couldn't help but wonder what was going on.  The assistant led them through an airlock and into a personal shuttle, the type of craft that a very rich person might have.  There, they were made to kneel in the back, their leashes secured to a ring in the floor.  A while later, a number of the distinguished looking types that had been in the weasel's office came in and seated themselves, and Trouble felt the shuttle undock, and head towards the planet.  It wasn't until they were in the atmosphere, cruising, that the wolverine came to look at them.

"You might be interested to know that your Master is walking on very thin ice, and the consortium that funds the station decided that he needed to pay more attention to his job, and less attention to you two.  Hence, you'll stay with me, until this mess is straightened out."  With that, he grinned, and returned to the forward part of the shuttle.  As they flew onward, Trouble wondered what the pirates would do when they found out she was no longer on the station ............

The lion stood in the station manager's office, looking at the bound form of the weasel.  The pirates had found him cowering in a supply locker, and had trussed him up and hauled him in there.  Ben, the wolf-morph in charge of Pirate Ops, strode up to the lion and reported, "Station's secure, Sir.  We've started stripping it of everything useful, transferring the prisoners to the ships, and I've got three crews planting demo charges.  Are you sure you want to destroy it?"

The lion nodded. "Yes; without this station, Elysium defenses will have to be planet based.  Any ship coming to interfere with our operations will be at the end of a long hard climb out of the gravity well, and moving slow, with shields depleted from the atmospheric friction.  They'll be at a massive disadvantage.  It goes."  Ben nodded and turned to leave, to oversee the work, making sure everyone moved as fast as possible, knowing that a counterattack was on the way, but before he left, he paused to kick the weasel.  "What you going to do with him?  Care to turn him over to the troops?  I'm sure we could, ah, give him a ‘proper send-off’."

The lion just shook his head. "No, I've something even worse planned for him; we're going to turn him loose over on Tedium, with a considerable amount of cash." 

Ben blinked, and then his face lit up.  "And the Elysium government will find out about him being there, and assume that he sold the station out!  Yes, that'll distract them nicely.  Very good, sir; I'll have a crew come collect him, and, ah, ‘escort’ him to one of the ships!"  Grinning, Ben grabbed the weasel's bound feet and dragged him through the door of the office, yelling commands to the pirates.  The lion moved back around the weasel's desk.  He used the weasel's own codes to unlock his computer, and then used the codes Trouble had passed to him to strip the station's financial accounts, sending it to double and triple blind accounts far out-system.  It would be ages before the funds were "clean" enough to tap safely, but in the meantime, they were at least lost to the Elysium government.  While he was doing this, Reggie and Slasher entered the office.  "Uh, Boss...." Reggie started.  The lion looked up from the computer display, fixing the lepine with a hard stare.  "We found out what happened to Trouble; she was sent down to the planet in the company of the ‘auditors’ from the Harrich Consortium.  Mark's right; she's not on the station".  The lion just nodded as he looked back at the computer display.  After a few keystrokes he looked up again.  "We'll get her back.  It may take time but we will get her back.  I promise you that."

Trouble's Return:

Trouble's new owner, a wolverine morph by the name of Lord Xylex, was the chief financial officer for the Harrich Consortium, one of the larger and more powerful corporations on Elysium.  His lusts, however, were not of the flesh, but for power.  As a result, Trouble and Hinoki spent a lot of time in their kennels.  They were fed regularly, and exercised, but aside from that, they mostly just sat.  Trouble learned that Xylex's wife had "left" years ago, under somewhat unclear circumstances, leaving him with a young daughter, upon whom he absolutely doted.  Some said that his wife had just left, fed up with a mate that only had an interest in accumulating power.  Some of her keepers insisted that she'd left because he tried to extend that power to her, constantly playing mind games to dominate her.  Others darkly claimed he'd had her killed because he couldn't dominate her.  In any event, Trouble was ushered into Lord Xylex's presence only when his gonads told him to seek relief, when his hormones were interfering with business.  Trouble was peremptorily "used" and then sent back to the kennels.  None of her skills, or even displays of enthusiasm could break through his shell, and she was never allowed to remain long enough to learn anything about his business dealings.  Still, as such events were the only break from her monotony, she did look forward to them.

Trouble was quite surprised one day, when a young female wolverine morph snuck through the door to the kennels.  Across the room, chained to his pallet (and unfortunately well out of reach), Hinoki was sound asleep.  Trouble looked up, and measured the newcomer with her eyes. Now here's trouble, if I ever saw it she thought to herself.  gotta be Xylex's daughter....... she mused.  The way the girl was acting, Trouble was convinced the guards didn't know she was here, and by extension, that the guards would be upset if they knew she was here.  In situations like this Trouble knew that if Xylex's daughter was caught, despite the fact that there was no way Trouble could have brought her here, she'd still get the blame.  As such, she watched the girl approach with wary eyes, laying on her side, head propped up with one hand. The girl approached slowly, tentatively; as she approached, Trouble decided she must be about fifteen or sixteen years old.  She stopped about six feet away, as if knowing just how far Trouble's chain extended.  She looked at Trouble for a moment, her eyes more appraising than Trouble would have thought for someone her age.  After a minute she nodded. "I'd heard Daddy had acquired some new slaves.  I just had to come look."  Trouble just shrugged.  After another long moment, she sank down, to sit crosslegged, elbows braced on knees, paws cupping her chin; she looked at Trouble for a long time, her eyes wandering over her nude form.  Finally she sighed. "Tell me what its like being a sex slave.  Do you like it?  How did it happen to you?"

Trouble was dumbfounded!  She shifted her position, rolling to sit up, crosslegged, the chain from her collar a tight diagonal to its ringbolt in the floor. "Thats a helluva question, Missy.  There's no simple answer to that.  And whatever answer I might give, well, they've messed with my mind so much, what with the conditioning and all, you couldn't believe any answer I might give anyways."  The girl made a gesture as if encouraging Trouble to continue. 

Trouble just sighed and looked at the girl. "The way I wound up in this life was completely and totally objectionable.  Folks that I cared for died.  The rest were also enslaved through no fault of their own.  The training was ..... well, most of it I hated, but there were moments ..... "  Trouble smiled to herself thinking of Marla the she-wolf, of Zassa, that marvelous tiger, and of course her lion.  Her lion?  When did she start thinking of him like that?  "Uh, as to whether or not I like it, most of the time its boring, occasionally frightening, frequently painful, and occasionally wonderful.  That give you any clue?"  The girl just grinned and shrugged, "I'm probably over-romanticizing, but I think it looks marvelous!  I wonder if I could get Daddy to let me play with you ...  Oh, by the way, my name's Wanda, not 'Missy'."  Trouble held her gaze steady and her face neutral, but inside she groaned!

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"  Lord Xylex roared, staring at his daughter. "You're a virgin and you'll remain a virgin until you can be properly married!"  Wanda thought to herself, yeah, to a family that will help you extend your power; sometimes I'm just another bargaining chip in your business dealings....  Then she grinned to herself. "Well, Daddy, if I left the male cheetah alone, what about the girl?  She couldn't take my virginity!  Besides, don't you think it was time I got a maid of my own?"  Lord Xylex hmmmmmed, looking thoughtfully at his daughter.

"You understand your new duties?" Lord Xylex demanded.  Trouble knelt in the middle of his office floor, head bowed.  "Yessir."  "You understand that whatever else happens Wanda is to retain her virginity.  Should it be lost, I promise you, you'll regret you were ever born!" He growled.  Trouble thought to herself That wouldn't take much; this ain't much of a life kiddo....., but she nodded her head in acknowledgment.   Xylex nodded to himself and reached down to grab Trouble's leash, jerking her to her feet, and dragging her out the office door.  Wanda was waiting, and beamed in delight when her father handed her Trouble's leash; "I know I'm going to regret this; don't prove me right!"  Wanda nodded in turn and tugged experimentally at Trouble's leash, leading her out of the offices.

"So, now that I've got you, what am I supposed to do with you?  How does a mistress act?  Especially in public."  Trouble smiled to herself. "Well, first off, you don't ask advice from slaves; Mistresses are always in control, and never publicly mindful of their slave's comfort, or desires."  Wanda grinned, and Trouble found the display of teeth disconcerting ...  Jerking the leash, she yanked Trouble to her knees. "You mean like this?" Trouble gulped and nodded, thinking fast learner.....  Indeed, Wanda was a fast learner; when they got back to the Xylex mansion, she had Trouble tell her about every bondage situation she'd ever been in, or even seen.  Needless to say, this took them into the wee hours of the morning, Trouble crudely chained to the foot of her bed, Wanda laying on her stomach looking over the edge at her, like a kid with a new puppy.  Trouble had lost track of the calendar, and wondered if Wanda would have to get off to school in the morning, but nope, the next day Trouble was dragged by the leash (Lord, she was either a natural, or a very fast learner) to a number of different supply houses where Wanda purchased a seemingly unending supply of restraints, chains, and other toys ..... Sadly, the only thing Trouble didn't see purchased were dildos ........  The kid didn't seem to have any kind of a limitation on her budget at all.  When this cornucopia of hardware was delivered to the mansion, Wanda made Trouble install all the eyebolts, and assemble the assorted "toys".  The rest of the evening was full of leather straps, cuffs, collars, gags, chains, and spreader bars, as Wanda experimented, tying Trouble in just about every position she'd told her about.  As Trouble grunted, Wanda tying her arms tightly behind her yet again, she thought the kid must have total recall.

Trouble was in a tight hogtie, her back bent like a bow.  It felt like her wrists were secured to her knees, and her ankles to her elbows.  Of course her hair was tied off to the spreader bar holding her knees apart.  An inflatable gag was filling her mouth, thankfully not pumped as full as some she'd known.  Wanda was sitting crosslegged on the floor behind her, gently exploring Trouble's sex with one finger as she caressed herself with her other hand.  As she stroked her, Wanda would murmur, "Mmmmmm, do you like this as much as I do?  How about this?  Or this?  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."  Trouble would moan or purrrr into her gag, almost in harmony.  While Trouble enjoyed the touching, Wanda didn't seem to know how to bring her to a climax, and Trouble thought that was something she'd have to talk to her about ........

It was several nights later.  Trouble had spent the intervening days playing maid during the day, and sex toy during the night; she suspected Wanda was learning a lot about sexual response through her.  Wanda had tied her at the foot of her bed, but this time face up.  Her legs were bent at the knee, ankles strapped to her thighs.  Her wrists were hooked to a D-ring on the back of her collar, and for once she didn't have a gag filling her mouth.  Wanda had just finished her shower, and was sitting next to Trouble, her fur still spiky wet, idly toying with one of Trouble's nipple rings.  "What's it like to have one of these?  Is it exciting?  Does the least movement make it wiggle, and does that feel good?  Or was it put there to hurt you, say, if someone yanked, like this ...... "  Trouble squealed, and lifted her head and shot Wanda a hurt look. "They were put there as a punishment; frequently I was tied by them .... "  Trouble regretted that as soon as it was out of her mouth as Wanda got a delighted look on her face ....

"I'd never thought of that; ooooooh, I bet that would be delicious torment ..... "  Trouble just groaned, but Wanda seemed delighted; she rose to her knees and moved, to take Trouble's other nipple ring in the fingers of her other paw.  This left her straddling Trouble's head, and Trouble immediately took advantage of the situation, by licking up at Wanda's virgin pussy ........

Of course, feeling Trouble's tongue down there made Wanda rise up in surprise, and in doing so, she tugged hard on Trouble's nipple rings.  Trouble gasped, but refused to be distracted, craning her head up to continue to lick, using just the tip of her tongue to tease Wanda.  It wasn't moments before Wanda sank back down with a sigh, pressing herself hard against Trouble's muzzle; she twisted and tugged at Trouble's nipple rings, almost as if working the reins on a horse, as she ground her hips into Trouble's muzzle.  Trouble licked softly at first, but with increasing vigor, softly spreading her labia, nibbling lightly, teasing but never letting her tongue tip venture too far into her channel for fear of disturbing her hymen.  Wanda, on her part seemed to respond with amazing sensitivity, and when Trouble's tongue grazed her clitty, she howled and yanked hard on Trouble's nipple rings.  Trouble was sure that Wanda'd had her first climax, and resumed licking softly, but Wanda would have none of that; she obviously wanted more, and pushed herself down onto Trouble's muzzle so hard, Trouble was finding it hard to breath .......

Wanda was quite demanding, having discovered this joy, and was frequently dragging Trouble off to some dark corner to have her lick her to yet another climax.  Trouble, for her part, got a kick out of how enthusiastic Wanda was, but after a while she found she was getting just a little peeved, as Wanda, in her enthusiasm, was completely forgetting that maybe, just perhaps, that Trouble might like a little in return too ......

It was inevitable; whatever vacation Wanda had been on ended and she resumed school.  While away, Trouble was left to her own devices, usually just chained loosely to the foot of Wanda's bed.  The bathroom was in reach, as was the remote for the audiovisual center, but still, she found it boring.  After a few days, Wanda came back all giggles. "Going to have a few friends over Saturday night," she grinned.  "I've been telling them about you and I just can't wait to show you off to them."  Trouble's eyes went wide. "Uh, Mistress, I'm really not sure thats such a good idea; what would happen if your father were to find out what was happening?"  "Oh, don't be silly!" she bubbled, "I"m still a virgin, that hasn't changed, so we're both safe". 

Yeah, Trouble thought but not still an innocent, and I bet Xylex won't be happy about that ....

The night of the party, Trouble fussed over Wanda, making sure she looked just right, and then Wanda fussed over Trouble.  Trouble still wasn't wearing anything of significance, but she had to admit that some of Wanda's jewelry did make her look ... well, if nothing else, then a little more sophisticated.  Emmy, a teen-aged mink arrived first, and stared at Trouble, kneeling at the foot of Wanda's bed, eyes downcast, palms on her thighs, as if she was some exotic sculpture.  Annabel, a rather snobbish ferret, pointedly ignored Trouble.  So far, things should be manageable, Trouble thought to herself, the first one's too shy, and the second one wouldn't be caught dead having anything to do with a lowlife like me ...  Then Jennifer arrived.  Jennifer was a gray wolf, and from the corner of her eye Trouble caught the hungry look as Jennifer went, "Oooooooo, what have we here?"  Jennifer marched right over and looked down at Trouble with glee. "Oooooooo, Wanda I love her!  Such a sexy little slave!  Tell me all about the things you've had her do to you!"  And with that the four girls huddled, as Wanda related the whole story, from the moment she'd first laid eyes on Trouble, to the previous night's escapades.  From time to time, one of the girls would steal a glance at Trouble, but mostly, the attention was fixed raptly on Wanda as she spun her tale.

Of course, the girls experimented, tying Trouble this way and that; by dinner time, Trouble was hanging upside down, legs spread wide by a spreader bar.  Her bound paws were chained to the ring at the foot of Wanda's bed, leaving her hanging at an angle.  She was in such a position that anyone entering Wanda's room would basically come face to face with her sex ...  Before the girls left for dinner, Jennifer had used a gold chain necklace, looped through Trouble's nipple rings, and had proceeded to hang whatever she could find from the chain.  Trouble mewled softly (as expected) as each item was hung on the chain, shaking herself occasionally, making her breasts and the chain sway, much to Jennifer's delight.

It was rather boring hanging there, until the girls came back.  Luckily, Wanda had brought her a plate and the girls took turns feeding her by paw as she hung there.  As she expected, Jennifer teased her the most, holding each morsel just out of reach, pulling it back when Trouble tried to get it.  Eventually, however, the girls tired of this, and after talking for a while, they started a popular "soap opera" on the audiovisual center.  As they watched, Jennifer sat on the bed, occasionally reaching out to tweak one of Trouble's nipples, or to stroke her exposed pussy.  Trouble couldn't see much of the visual display, but to her the audio portion sounded rather silly, and she couldn't understand why these girls were so interested in it.

At the show's conclusion, Jennifer reached over to tweak both Trouble's nipples; grinning she looked up at Wanda. "Why don't you show us all what you get this slave to do to you, when the lights are out; I'm sure we'd all love to know."  Wanda looked uncertain, but the other girls all chimed in, and before long, Trouble was retied, on her knees, arms behind her back in a tight leather sheath.  She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, with Wanda sitting on its edge, her legs spread wide, her pussy inches from Trouble's nose.  Trouble didn't have to be told what to do, she closed her eyes and slowly started to lick her mistress, her tongue softly exploring the folds of her pussy.  It wasn't long before Wanda laid back on the bed, panting and moaning in pleasure, the other girls watching raptly.  When Wanda squealed and arched, her climax claiming her. Emmy looked frightened, as if Trouble had hurt Wanda, and Annabel looked derisive, as if whatever Trouble had been doing could scarcely be worth all the fuss.  As Wanda calmed down, and sat up, Jennifer rather rudely shoved her over on the bed to take her place with a "Me next!"

Trouble spent the next several hours licking each of the girls to a climax. Jennifer was as wild as Trouble thought she'd be, yelling instructions and demands before she howled at her climax.  Annabel panted politely, as if a Lady wouldn't carry on such, no matter what.  Emmy just bit her lip and moaned, although she was the quickest to climax.  As Wanda was reclaiming her rightful place on the edge of the bed, Jennifer grinned and pushed her back; as Trouble began to lick at her mistress, Jennifer roughly crouched over Wanda's head, "Lets see if you can give as good as you take; I don't feel like waiting my turn ..... "  Trouble licked softly at her Mistress as her Mistress devoured her friend hungrily.  Have to give her some pointers on style and technique, Trouble thought to herself.  Trouble was too busy to see Annabel pull the dildo from Jennifer's overnight bag, but when the ferret brought its head against Trouble's sex, she knew they were all in big trouble.  She tried to raise her head to warn them, to tell them that if Xylex found something like that here, with all his concerns about his daughter's virginity, that they'd be in real trouble, but Wanda just grabbed her by both ears and yanked her back against her muff.  By now, Emmy had moved behind Jennifer and was softly massaging the wolf's breasts.  Annabel took great delight in teasing the poor bound slave with the dildo, until, as Wanda screamed again in the throes of her climax, Annabel roughly shoved the dildo into Trouble's twat.  Trouble almost bit Wanda in the process.  It was of course at this very instant that Lord Xylex chose to investigate the strange sounds coming from his daughter's bedroom.

The front door of the mansion slammed hard, hard enough to be heard through the entire building.  The last of Wanda's guests had been dispatched home, their tails between their legs.  Trouble waited, kneeling in the center of the floor of Xylex's office, Wanda pacing nervously behind her, awaiting the return of her father.  When he returned, he closed the door to his office gently, but the look on his face belied his rage.  "All right young lady, you want to tell me just what in the hell was going on in there?  What the hell did this miserable slave do to you, to your friends, to make them act in such a manner?  I've half a mind to kill her right here and now!"  Wanda's eyes went wide; "Oh, no Daddy, you mustn't!  It wasn't her fault!"  "Well then," he rumbled; "who's fault was it?  That wild Jennifer? That snob Annabel?  Surely it wasn't Emmy?   Well?"  Wanda looked down; she started slowly but then the words all came out in a rush. "Well, ah, I guess it was, kinda all of us; it wasn't like we planned for this to happen, it just did, no one's at fault, and we're all at fault, but you can't blame Trouble!  She was all tied up and only doing what we told her to do!"  Xylex grumbled, "I don't know about that .... For now, you'll take her back to the kennels and leave her there.  Then you'll go to your room and stay there until I figure out just what to do with you!"

After Wanda left, Trouble looked over at Hinoki, still chained to the same pallet where she'd last seen him. "Been having fun?" he grinned.  "No ...... " Trouble replied, and then told him the whole story.  "Awwww, poor little rich kid runs amok," he grinned when Trouble had finished.  "Oh, I don't know" Trouble mused, " She's not that bad; she could have blamed the whole thing on me, and her father would have bought it hook, line and sinker, just because he didn't want to believe his little girl could do things like that.  Instead she stood up to him, and I think that’s the only reason I'm still breathing ..... "

It was three days later when servants came to collect Trouble and Hinoki.  They were collared and hooded and led into a ground vehicle.  After a ride of medium duration, they arrived obviously at some sort of shuttle port, were led inside a vessel, and chained in the back.  They heard others arrive, things stowed in their compartment, and then, after a period of quiet, the shuttle launched.  It had been about three hours, Trouble guessed, when someone removed her hood; blinking, she saw Wanda looking down at her.  "Daddy's taking us all to a business conference at Salaba.  After that, we're going to Aden, where he's enrolling me in a boarding school!  Oh, Trouble, I don't want to go there!"  Trouble just shrugged and looked over at Hinoki's bound form. "Sometimes we don't get to do what we want, Mistress, but I'm sorry that's to be your fate."  She grinned and looked up at the girl. "Somehow I doubt there's much I can do about it, but if there's anything I can do, I promise you, I will"

It was perhaps another hour into the flight when the shuttle made a stop somewhere.  Trouble heard voices, as Xylex greeted guests.  Obviously he'd stopped to pick up business associates going to the conference.  Trouble hoped that they'd work during the flight, and leave her and Hinoki alone; at this point, the boredom was preferable to what she thought Xylex might do.  However, this was not to be, and when the shuttle achieved cruise, one of Xylex's guards came back to fetch Trouble.  As she was led into the passenger cabin, it was obvious that they'd prepared an open space for her.  At the guard's prompting she knelt in front of her 'Master'. 

"I'm still not convinced that you were innocent in that little affair, which .... " he looked around, "shall remain nameless.  Its my desire that our entertainment on this little journey be provided by you, not necessarily to your own, ah, enjoyment."  With that, he signaled the guards.  Before long, Trouble was on her back, laying on her bound arms; her wrists were tied to a floor bracket, and her ankles were tied, spread wide apart, to fittings on the ceiling near the opposite wall.  She was bent almost double, with her knees, well, they would have been touching her nipples had they not been so widely spread.  For some reason, they left her ungagged.

Trouble craned her neck, trying to see, as they led Hinoki in.  They'd strapped him in some sort of ..... "pouch", his balls and his sheath encased in shiny black rubber studded with little metal circles.  Trouble would find out later that these were the backs of rivets, holding sharp metal cones on the inside of the pouch.  It was obvious that any erection that Hinoki would get would stretch the rubber of the pouch, forcing the metal points even harder into his cock and balls .......  Xylex stood. "Slave, I'm sure you've seen much much more than the rest of us put together.   This female slave has displeased me, in the extreme, through her sexual antics.  Accordingly, I want you to punish her, in a sexually related way.  I want you to make her scream, begging for mercy and begging for more.  Begin."

Hinoki blinked at Trouble, and shook his head as if reluctant to begin his assignment.  Finally, after a warning growl from Xylex, he shrugged and padded over to her. "OOohh ... what'd you do to get tied up like that?" He padded softly around Trouble, standing over her, looking down at her bound form, closely inspecting her softer bits, as if he were a butcher at a meat market.  Trouble just shrugged silently, watching him closely.  "Well, far be it from me to miss an opportunity such as this.  Now, where do you think they keep the toys?"  Looking up, Hinoki raised an eyebrow at one of the guards and was rewarded with a gesture pointing him towards a suitcase.  "Now, how can I be creative ....... " Hinoki rumbled as he pawed through the suitcase.  "Hmmmm, yes, but I'll need a few other items ... "  Rising, Hinoki turned to one of the guards and whispered in his ear, both of them glancing towards Trouble.  The guard grinned and nodded and moved off towards the front of the shuttle.  While the guard searched, Hinoki made a grand show of producing something from the suitcase, holding it up for all the others to see; unfortunately, not being able to see through Hinoki himself, Trouble had no idea what he'd come up with. Trouble squirmed, testing her bonds, knowing she couldn't escape, but unable to keep still.  She wondered just what Hinoki was going to come up with, and how he'd balance trying not to hurt Trouble with not getting reprimanded himself ..... a difficult proposition.  As she watched him, from the look on his face, from his body language, she was afraid she was about to see Hinoki's dark side .....  Hinoki turned, keeping whatever he was holding behind his back, out of sight of Trouble.  Padding over to the bound slave, he grinned, and with a deceptively innocent smile, he withdraws his right paw from behind his back, dangling it afore Trouble's eyes.  Oh Lord, Trouble thought to herself, He's got himself a rather impressive speculum ...  "And I do think you know where it's going to go, little one ... " he grinned.  Trouble knew she was "playing to an audience", but still, the sight of the medical instrument made her eyes go wide, and biting her lower lip, she moaned softly.

Hinoki purred softly to himself, withdrawing the second thing from behind his back. This was revealed to be a large bottle of lube, which he applied very liberally to both the speculum and to Trouble's sex, much to the amusement of the onlookers.  Trouble moaned again as Hinoki slowly pressed the device into her sex, working it back and forth. The slick chrome slid into her with minimal effort (and minimal discomfort, although the way she carried on, she hoped that the audience didn't realize that).  She mewled as she felt every inch, every millimeter of its progress as he worked it deeper ... deeper, until its end lay flush with her outer labia.  She shivered at the cold steel, and bit her lip a little harder as she writhed in her bonds, as if in doing so, she might escape it.  Or perhaps at least warm it up some .....  As she thrashed, she caught a glimpse of Wanda watching from behind some of the males, wide eyed, and enraptured.  Suspecting what’s to come, Trouble mewled most plaintively. 

Hinoki purred and took a moment to gently caress Trouble's forehead. "Now now, sweetling ... no need to gasp yet ... we've barely even begun!" He purred and rubbed her tummy, gently massaging her as she became acclimated to the device. After a moment, he reached down and turned the screw, opening the tines of the speculum.  Trouble gasped as the feeling of the device within her seemed to grow, making her feel full, and then fuller still as the tines of the speculum slowly started to open, spreading her pussy wide!  Trouble gasped as she felt the cool air of the room flow where it usually didn't; she bit her lip a little harder as she was stretched first nicely, and then further and further until she couldn't help but whimper ......  She felt as if she was as wide open as the mouth of a tunnel, but of course this sensation was all in her mind; that she was no more spread open than for a normal gynecological exam ... well, allright, a very thorough exam .....

Hinoki nuzzled Trouble and then actually backed off the opening forced by the speculum until it was merely pleasantly tight, held at the very edge of where the discomfort begins. He rubbed her forehead, blotting away the droplets of cold sweat. "There there ... that wasn't so bad, was it, sweetling?" He purred and chuckled, and bent over to peek.  "Goodness ... I can see all the way into you, dear ... " Hinoki exhaled softly, and Trouble could feel a puff of air flow all the way into her uterus.  She mewled, and thought to herself If I'm this wide open, spread this wide, what could he possibly have in mind?  What's he up to?  At least the crowd seems to be eating it up ...  Trouble twisted her head up to look at Hinoki, with something akin to panic in her eyes, panting softly.

Hinoki grinned as if he had heard Trouble's thought. "Now I suppose you're wondering what comes next, hmm?" He grinned and stood up to padd over to the guard he'd talked to earlier; the two talked in whispers, heads close together, and the guard passed Hinoki something.  Once again, he came back, once more holding something behind his back.  Trouble licked her lips; her mouth felt as dry as her pussy felt drenched ...  Hinoki looked into Trouble's eyes, noting the conflicting anger, curiosity, and panic; he just laughed, and nuzzled her neck, chuckling. With a flirty wink, he padded back to sit by her, ah, posterior, well past the point where she could easily see what he was doing .....  Hinoki grinned to himself, and Trouble heard a brief clinking noise and then something cold spattered against her warm depths ....... Trouble's hips jerked as best she could, and she wondered, could he have .......  Trouble moaned as she realized that he had somewhere come up with some crushed ice, and was slowly tossing chunk after chunk into her stretched pussy!  She considered what a pussy packed with ice would be like and howled!  She remembered the class at the Academy that dealt with ice dildos, about how you had to wet the surface to make it slick, or it would stick to sensitive tissues ...  She'd hated that class, felt cold for a week afterwards!  Hinoki grinned and purrrrred as Trouble's hips arched upwards into the coldness. "Mmmm that was fun ... let's do it again, shall we?" He laughed and tossed another ice chip, this one rather sizable so that the cold lingered .... oh, how it lingered and flowed through her!  Trouble howled in indignation and shuddered at the cold; she bucked her hips as best she could (which isn't much), trying to dislodge the ice ...  Hinoki chucklepurrrrred and tossed several more in rapid succession until he tired of that. He purred, and padded back over to Trouble's head, to offer her some of the icewater to drink, knowing that she was probably parched from the way she was panting.  Trouble shuddered and panted and lapped softly at the icewater, shooting Hinoki a very dirty look in the process.

Hinoki purrrrred and let her drink her fill, smiling gently down at her. "Now I bet you're cold, aren't you, sweetling ... ?  Trouble panted and nodnoded, several chips of ice still chilling her, the cold spreading through her whole body (and even so, she sweats).  Trouble panted and thought the cool of the room air was a unique sensation ... especially there ...  Hinoki nodded to himself and crooned softly. "We can't have that. We don't want you to catch a chill ... so we'll have to warm you back up." He set the icewater aside and grinned.  Producing the other item he had gotten from the guard, he holds it up for all to see.  A bottle of Tabasco sauce.  Trouble's eyes got even wider and she howled,"NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!  you wouldn't!!!!!!!"  Hinoki grinned and nodded. "I would ... and am dearling ... "

Hinoki grinned wickedly and cackled as he unscrewed the lid. The potent aroma of the spices ... the hot peppers ... pervaded the room.  As Trouble bucked wildly in her bonds, managing to move a few inches at the most, she looked over the room; Lord Xylex and his associates stared in rapt fascination, leaning closer as they watched.  The guards were also staring in fascination, lewd grins plastered on their faces.  Even Wanda was watching raptly.  Turning back to Hinoki she screamed, "I'm going to get you for this; I know exactly how, too!"  Hinoki laughed as he watched her writhe. "Now now, stay still ... conserve your strength ... " And with that, he applied a liberal dollop of the Tabasco sauce ... directly onto Trouble's clitty.

Trouble's  body went rigid as she felt the spicy sauce hit her clitty; it burned and she yowled at the top of her lungs!  She panted and shuddered, all her muscles bulging as her entire world shrunk to that one burning point ....... Hinoki quickly leaned down and lapped at her clitty, soothing the savage burning with slow, gentle strokes. He purrrrred, tasting her juices and the spice of the sauce, thinking it a heady mix indeed.  Trouble's noises were somewhere between a moan and a purrr as she felt Hinoki's tongue on her tortured clitty; she mewled loudly, the pleasure and the pain combining strangely .....  Hinoki lapped energetically at Trouble's clit until she relaxed a little, then he chuckled again and reached once more for the bottle.  Trouble, panting hard, eyes shut tight missed this completely; however, when Hinoki put a drop on a finger and lightly rubbed it over her anus, her eyes flew wide open and again, she yowled at the top of her lungs!  This time Trouble hunched her hips down, trying to escape his finger, trying to escape the burning, trying to rub her bottom on the floor; however, the way she was tied, she missed doing this by at least a foot.  Yowling, panting hard, she raised her head to glare once again at Hinoki, giving him her best indignant dirty look!

Hinoki gave her his best grin in return and played with the contrasting sensations, applying a bit of the ice to her clit even as her tailhole began to burn ... he leered at her, a rather self satisfied smirk on his muzzle.  Trouble shuddered and mewled, oscillating between the two extremes, panting hard, until she started to mistake one sensation for the other, the different sensations blurring in her mind.  Hinoki in turn grinned wider; this is exactly the effect he had intended.  Finally, however, the bottle of Tabasco sauce is near empty and all the ice had melted; Trouble squirmed helplessly in a puddle of melted icewater, Tabasco sauce, and her own juices.

Returning to the suitcase once again, Hinoki turned and grinned at Trouble.  Brandishing the item he had retrieved as it were a talisman of penultimate power, he showed it to the crowd; as he turned, Trouble caught a glimpse.  It was a feather, a long, slim feather!  Trouble just groaned and let her head flop back, hitting the deck with a quiet thud; she closed her eyes and moaned in dread.  Hinoki grinned and knelt again by her bottom, carefully inserting the feather between the tines of the speculum, making sure it didn't touch her until his fingers were almost at the infernal device holding her spread, the tip of the feather lightly caressing her cervix.  At this faint touch, Trouble's eyes again went wide and she bucked her hips violently, screaming "What are you doooooooiiiiinnngnggggg????????????"  Hinoki grinned yet again, and twirled the feather about within her, giggling madly. "Why, nothing, nothing at all, dearling!"

Trouble strained hard against the restraints; tempted to scream out that she'll confess, that she'll tell you whatever you want to know, anything in the hopes that you'll stop, the thought flashing through her mind that if she told them about her part in the affair with the space station, it would distract them from their current pastime, but with the last shred of control she possessed, she converted coherent thought into a mindless moan that trailed off into a series of giggles.  The touch of the feather, however, is having its effect on her, and to her shame, she was wetter than ever!  Hinoki laughed and grinned widely at Trouble's flailings. The feather lightly tracing the borders of her cervix, teasing in a little deeper ... backing out some ... then plunging back in to tickle at the upper portion of her uterus.  Trouble howled and squirmed, but all to no avail!  As he tormented her, Hinoki began to lightly rub at Trouble's clitty with a finger of his other paw; as she squirmed and mewled, Trouble, unable to ignore this touch either, began to pant ... the pleasurable sensations building in concert with the mad tickling.  After a while Hinoki looked up pointedly at Lord Xylex. After a moment, Xylex shrugged. "I guess she's paid enough for whatever part she had in that affair; go ahead."  With that, Hinoki withdrew the feather and bent to apply his tongue to Trouble's poor clitty; instants later, Trouble's howls had taken on a different timbre as she climaxed to the applause of the onlookers.

The crowd left Hinoki to unstrap Trouble, to take her into the back of the shuttle, and to clean her up; Trouble, not unsurprisingly, having been bound for so long found it difficult to walk, her arms and legs very stiff, her pussy and ass still burning from the Tabasco.  Moaning with each motion, she fervently looked forward to getting wherever they were going and having a nice long bath!

The conference, or business meeting, was being held in a luxury hotel; one of those large, full service places, and of course they had kennels for the slaves.  As Lord Xylex and Wanda, and their guests headed for a penthouse, Trouble and Hinoki were led to a basement level, and handed over to the staff there.  Trouble pleaded with the attendant to be allowed to take a bath, and for a small "service fee" she was shortly led to that portion of the kennels.  With a heartfelt sigh, she lowered herself into a steaming hot bath, her paws rubbing her crotch hard, hoping to relieve some of the residual burning.  I'm going to get him for that, she thought, that was mean!  She was chin deep in the steaming water almost asleep when another form entered the baths and stepped down into the water.  Opening one eye, Trouble beheld red through the mists, the form gradually resolving itself into that of a young vixen.  Trouble's other eye flew open as she recognized the vixen as her old friend from the Academy, Zassa!  Moving with the speed that cheetahs are famous for, a speed that surprised even herself, she leapt from the water, pouncing Zassa hard!  A moment later she dragged the spluttering vixen to the surface to hug her tight, kissing her hello! Zassa spluttered and gasped, her eyes wide!  Where had this furry missile come from?  It didn't take long to recognize Trouble, but by then the attendants were running in to see what was going on!  Convincing them that all was well, and that they were behaving took a few minutes, but eventually they were left alone.  "Zassa, what are you doing here?"  Trouble stage whispered, her eyes shifting from her friend to the doorway and back.  "Oh, I'm here with my Master; he's attending some sort of financial thingy, and dragged me along to, ah, help him lobby some of the other bigwigs in attendance.  What are you doing here?"  That of course wound up in Trouble telling Zassa a very edited version of what had happened to her since they'd last met.  Zassa giggled at the story about Wanda, and Oooooohed at the story of what Hinoki had done to her.

As they cuddled in the steaming water, Trouble looked at Zassa. "We've got to escape."

Zassa blinked. "After the last fiasco, you want to try again?"  Trouble sighed, "Got to; I'm not where I belong and I want to get back there.  No, don't ask, I'll explain later. Don't you want to go home?"  Zassa looked thoughtful for a moment; "I'm not particularly wild about this Master, but I do admit this life has its moments."  Trouble thought of the Tabasco sauce and shuddered. "Yeah ... that it does; I still want to get out.  If I can think of something, will you help?"  Zassa sighed and shrugged. "Yeah, if I think it's got half a chance, I'll help; win or lose, it could be interesting."

Later, Trouble kinda wondered at that ... when the attendants came to get them out of the bath, wondering what had taken those two so long, they found Trouble and Zassa passionately making love to each other, with their tongues.  By the time they'd finished, they had quite an audience (not to mention quite a reputation among the staff), not that they cared in the least.

For Trouble, the rest of the conference was quite routine.  Xylex had her work a few parties, doing whatever his guests wanted, which for the most part was simply straight sex. 

Some nights she was loaned to some friend or business associate, and that also was seldom out of the ordinary.  By the time the conference was ending, various guests were greeting her with smiles and calling her by name, and the impression she'd made on them seemed to please Xylex. 

Unfortunately, in the course of the conference, she'd picked up little that she thought the pirates could use.  Hopefully a thorough debriefing might lead to the revelation that she had picked up more than she'd thought.  She'd seen Zassa at a distance, across a crowded room, from time to time, but hadn't had the chance to say anything else to her.  Trouble had also spotted someone else she knew, the tiger guard that had so roughly used Zassa in the corridor at the Academy apparently was now a body guard for one of the businessmen there.  In fact, one time, Trouble had caught the tiger looking pointedly across the room at Zassa and smiling as if plotting further deeds ...

Trouble and Hinoki again knelt in the back of the shuttle.  Xylex and Wanda and their retinue had boarded, but they hadn't taken off yet.  Trouble suspected, as on the way out, Xylex would give rides to some folks he needed to do business with, and darting a glance at Hinoki, Trouble wondered if there'd be a repeat of the previous performance.  Looking up at a commotion, Trouble was surprised to see Zassa led into the back of the shuttle, her leash tied to the common ringbolt in the floor.  At least she thought it was Zassa; her arms were tied tightly behind her in a leather sheath, and a discipline hood covered her head.  Trouble wondered if this was a standard traveling outfit for Zassa, or if she'd displeased her master somehow.

As the shuttle settled down to cruise mode, the guards came and retrieved Hinoki and Trouble; apparently another little show was in order.  This time, however, there was to be greater audience participation.  Xylex was apparently quite pleased at the way things had gone at the conference, and was determined to celebrate.  The only one who didn't look happy was Wanda, and Trouble remembered that on the way back, she was to be dropped off at some boarding school. 

Probably wouldn't be allowed to participate in whatever was going to happen, either ...

Trouble and Hinoki were suspended from the highest point in the cabin, their wrists bound together, hanging face to face.  Their legs were tied wide apart to opposite rows of seats; Hinoki was quite hard, and his sizable cock was buried nicely in Trouble's pussy.  Normally Trouble would have been delighted to put on a show like this, but this was not all there was to it.  Two of the guests, both male, both nude, both wolves, came up to kneel behind Trouble, and behind Hinoki, and shortly, both were being vigorously fucked in the ass.  Of course, Trouble wasn't minding this too much, as the guy driving into Hinoki made his cock jump most delightfully in her pussy, a fact that did not escape the guy who had his cock in her ass.  As the cabin ceiling was low, and their legs widespread, Trouble (and Hinoki) weren't too far off the floor, and two more guys, a lepine and a fox, managed to find something to stand on, on either side of the assemblage.  The rabbit morph reached down and turned Trouble's head to the side, presenting his hard cock to her muzzle, as from the other side, the fox did the same to Hinoki.  As her tongue stroked the lepine, as cocks pounded in her ass and pussy, Trouble caught a glimpse of red to the side; the big tiger had once again found Zassa and was forcing her to suck his cock, performing for a small audience.  Well, forcing might be a bit strong; Zassa looked like she was having the time of her life, her eyes closed, her head bobbing back and forth with relish.

When the wolf driving into her ass shot his wad, one of the other guests quickly took his place.  When her dancing tongue caused the lepine to spurt his cum all over her face, someone else took his place.  Trouble was beginning to think folks were coming back for seconds when the activity finally petered out.  Xylex bent down to inspect Trouble's filled snatch from point blank range; "Can't believe it; I'd told the male not to cum, and it actually looks like he didn't.  What do you think, think we should let him cum?"  The crowd roared, yesses and noooooos mixed together. Xylex leered at Trouble. "You want him too?"  Trouble just nodded, trying to look bright and enthusiastic, even if she was dragging ...  Xylex shrugged and nodded at Hinoki. "Go ahead, if you can spurt within ten seconds, you get desert; if not, I'll leave you hogtied all night."

Hinoki's hips started to churn and Trouble concentrated, rippling her vaginal muscles, caressing him with her "inner paw", trying to help him cum.  After about eight seconds she felt his cock start to throb and by nine seconds he was howling, as his cock filled her pussy with his jism.  The crowd applauded enthusiastically.

One of the guards lowered them to the floor and released one of Trouble's cuffs.  "Release yourselves and then go get cleaned up," he grinned, "You're both a mess!".  Trouble and Hinoki slowly undid each other, straightening and stretching, and gathering up all the restraints.  Trouble noticed that Zassa had finished off the big tiger but now had her mouth full of wolf cock.  Bending, Trouble picked up an unused spreader bar ...

Trouble straightened quickly, swinging the spreader bar in an arc as hard as she could, slamming it into the side of the head of one of the guards, a panther.  He howled and went down like a dropped sack of cement.  Trouble brought the bar back around to jab the end into the stomach of one of the wolves, and then she stepped back, to swing it around again to catch a coyote square in the stomach.  As he went down, Trouble threw the spreader bar at the tiger, and rolled across the floor coming up with a stunner that the wolf had dropped when he'd collapsed.  Moving quickly, Trouble shot the tiger, amused at the shocked expression as he folded backwards.  In rapid succession, Trouble shot almost every other guard, and any other fur that looked as if they'd be a problem, pausing only long enough to pick up a dropped blaster.  To her amazement, Hinoki had grabbed another stunner and was watching her back.  Zassa had her teeth locked around the wolf cock that had been in her mouth when the fracas started, and from the pained look on the wolf's face, he wasn't going to give anyone any trouble.

"Watch these guys, I've got to get the flight crew" Trouble hissed to Hinoki.  "Hope you know what you're doing" he growled back.  Trouble hit the intercom switch just outside the pressure door to the flight deck. "Help, oh help," she mewled in her best panicked voice, "One of the guards has gone berserk!"

"Wondered what was going on back there," a voice growled out of the speaker. "Stand clear, we're coming back."  Trouble grinned and did no such thing, and when the door opened, she fanned the stunner back and forth across the entire flight crew.  Checking to make sure the ship was still on autopilot she dragged the unconscious bodies back to the others.

Hinoki had now acquired a blaster too, both weapons filling his paws.  Zassa had released the wolf, and was using gauze from the medical kit to tie up the passengers.  "Have you lost your mind?"  Xylex asked with what Trouble thought was a very mild tone for someone in his position.  "You'll never get away with this!"  Trouble just grinned back. "Oh?  Well, maybe, maybe not, but in the meantime, I claim this ship and all its contents for the Brethren."  Trouble grinned as all present, including Hinoki and Zassa gaped at her.  "The pirate clan?" the fox asked, a bewildered look on his face. "They don't deal with slaves, except to sell them; what makes you think they'll take you in?  They'll probably just sell you back to us, and then you'll be in trouble!  Why don't you just put down the gun, and I'm sure we can work this out with minimal punishAGGGGGG!"  The fox collapsed in a heap as Trouble ended his sentence with her stunner.  "They'll deal with me, believe me.  Hinoki, you keep an eye on them as Zassa ties them up, I'm going to go see if I can establish a tight beam link with ........ "

The hull booooomed as something large docked with them.  Trouble looked up, a half grin on her face; could the lion be here already?  Could he have been tracking Xylex's movements, and been planning their own rescue?  If so, it was amazing timing, and therefor highly suspect ........

Trouble watched the airlock cycle, standing firm, blaster in her left paw, stunner in her right, determined to meet whoever came through the lock on an equal footing.  She knew this wasn't going to be easy, nude as she was, with droplets of jism dotting her face and breasts, her own juices matting her thighs ........  As the door dilated, she saw the lock crammed with armored figures, armed to the teeth; not Elysium troops she noted with relief, but neither were they any of the pirates she knew.  "This ship has already been taken by the Brethren!  Under pirate law, its mine!  State your business or leave now!"  A low chuckle emerged from the crowded airlock, a black pantheress in scarred battle armor pushing her way past the troops and into the shuttle.  The pantheress reached out as if to touch Trouble's cheek, one clawtip scratching lightly in the process.  "I'm Jenka, of the Black Fleet, and, little one, you're my prisoner if I say you are!"

"The pure bloody hell I am!" Trouble growled, staring up at the leader of a rival band of pirates.  "I .............. "  Trouble never finished whatever she was going to say as blackness closed around her.  As she collapsed, her final thought was, Neurotoxin on the clawtips; gotta remember tha......

"Sir, we've identified the other ship; its one of the Raiders belonging to the Black Fleet."  The lion looked up at Ben. "Jenka's mob?  What're they doing this far out?  Getting pretty pushy if they're hunting in our back yard."  Ben just nodded. "We have both speed and guns on them.  If you want to teach them a lesson, this'd be a gooooooood time." The lion nodded. "Perhaps, but we'd probably lose the booty in the process.  And remember, Trouble's most likely over there somewhere.  Lets put a shot across their bow and see if they want to 'negotiate'."

Trouble woke up in the lion's bed.  At first, she was sure she was hallucinating, but it was a pleasant dream, and she rolled over and snuggled down under the covers and drifted back off to sleep.  She had no idea how much later it was when she awoke; unable to sleep any more, she gradually came to the conclusion that she was either completely crazy, or really home.  She was halfway to the bathroom before she realized she hadn't been chained to the foot of his bed either!  Her metallic fabric dress was where it usually was, and slipping it on, she padded out to find out what was going on.  Everyone greeted her with cheers when she stepped into the Cafeteria.  Ben was there, sipping a cup of coffee, and he explained: "The boss came to a kind of an 'accommodation' with Jenka.  Yes, you'd claimed the prize, and a slick piece of work that was too; but she'd claimed you.  In the end, they agreed to split the proceeds by some rather complex formula, with a few exceptions."  He grinned, showing stained fangs. "I think you're one of those 'exceptions' ... "  Trouble nodded thoughtfully, thanked Ben, got herself a cup of coffee, and headed for the door; she thought for a moment about food, but decided that could wait; she had to find her lion.

She found him in Mining Ops, laying out a plan of attack on a new rock, figuring how to split it to expose the parts they wanted with minimum fuss.  He grinned when he saw her, and made her pirouette, nodding that she looked as good as ever.  Saving the file he was working on, he bade her sit and had her tell him the entire story, from end to end, in excruciating detail.  He asked very pointed questions about some of the things she'd heard Lord Xylex say, and called over a mouse fem to listen as she talked about the conference she'd "attended".  The mouse asked more questions, nodding thoughtfully and taking copious notes, but not loosing her poker face until the very end until she grinned at the lion. "I think this answers a few questions, although it raises more ...... Still, we're further along than we were.  Thanks!" and with that she was off, leaving Trouble looking puzzled.  "Want to know what that was all about?" the lion asked.  Trouble nodded.  "Good, I think you'll get your chance.  While your little stunt netted us some folks that we've been wanting to 'talk' to for some time, it had the negative effect of associating you with us beyond a shadow of a doubt.  I'm afraid your days as a secret agent are through.  Still, you seem to have a flair for collecting information, and I'd like to move you into the intelligence operation."  Trouble could only nod, wide eyed.

Things were getting back to normal.  Negotiations were proceeding for the ransom of the industrialists from the shuttle.  Jenka and her folks were just kinda hanging around, waiting for the resolution, and the payoff, and there was a lot of good natured kidding between the two groups.  Trouble still trained in armed and unarmed combat, but this was mixed in with other things as well.  She worked occasionally in Engineering, teaming up with Mark, but increasingly she worked with the intelligence group, which to this point had consisted of the lady mouse, Emma, and her boss, literally a sly old fox by the name of Byron.  Byron had been in the Imperial military, in intelligence, and after his retirement, had gone looking for something to do; he'd found it helping the pirates.  He seemed to genuinely love his work, treating the whole thing like some gigantic jigsaw puzzle.  Trouble wondered what he'd do when he solved this particular puzzle .....

They were at breakfast as usual. Trouble had awoken in her usual place, on her pallet at the foot of the lion's bed; after they'd both cycled through the bathroom, and walked to the cafeteria, she'd gone to get their breakfast as he started his usual round of informal meetings and discussions.  Trouble had resumed her duties as secretary, making notes as she ate as to who was doing what, changing priorities, supply needs and bright (and some, she thought, not so bright) ideas.  As the lion was finishing up with a couple of guys from Pirate Ops, talking about a prospective joint raid with Jenka's group, the Pantheress strolled by.  Grinning, she bent to give the surprised Trouble a quick kiss.  "Can't wait to finish our negotiations," she smirked at the lion. "I'm looking forward to getting my paws on this little one." And with that, she was gone, leaving a wide-eyed Trouble looking after her.  Turning back to the lion, Trouble exclaimed, "Uh, Master, just what did she mean by that?"  The lion just grinned.  "Well, you see, you were part of the settlement ...  Part of the deal is that when the ransoms are paid, and the mission closed, well, you get loaned to Jenka for a month, for her to do with you as she will ...  I kinda doubt you'll object too much, given from what I've come to know of her ... " Trouble just blinked.  "If its any consolation" the lion continued, "you're officially the liaison between the two groups.  Expect joint missions.  You'll coordinate."  Trouble oh'd and looked off, her mind awhirl.

The lion was eating and quietly talking to one of the medical staff when Reggie and Slasher walked up to the still shocked Trouble.  Without a word, Slasher handed Trouble an envelope.  Looking up, Trouble asked, "What’s this?"  Reggie just grinned. "It's payday!", and Slasher nodded in accompaniment.  Trouble shook her head, "Even if it is, what are you doing paying me?"  Slasher just shrugged, "Hey, it might be a form of 'double-dipping', but the boss there set you up on the payroll.  On the other paw, if he lets you keep it, well, we all definitely think you earned it!" 

Trouble tore open the envelope and looked inside.  “Gotta be some mistake, this is a fortune!"  Reaching up and grabbing the lion's ear she pulled his head around, to find him smiling at her.

"Where'd all this money come from?" she demanded.  He just shrugged.  "Your share of the operations you participated in.  As you were feeding us information from the station, I'd guess that was almost everything we did until they took you down to the planet.  Oh, and since you pretty much single-handedly captured those jerks, I'd imagine you'll get a pretty good return on that one, as soon as they're ransomed, or sold."  Trouble's ears flattened.  "Sold?"  Slasher nodded, and then shrugged, and the pair moved off to hand an envelope to another fur.

Trouble turned back to the lion, who was just finishing up the last of his breakfast; Trouble's food was almost untouched, but suddenly she had no appetite.  "Master, what’s to happen to the two that helped me take that shuttle, Hinoki and Zassa?"  The lion looked at her and shrugged, "Well, they weren't members of the organization, so I guess they'll go the way of any other captured slaves.  Hadn't really thought about it, why?"

Trouble was aghast.  "Because they helped me; I might not have been able to do what I did without them!  How can you just auction them off after they've been of help?"

"Because those are the rules.  I've got a bunch of cutthroat types working here who expect their share of the proceeds; if I were to deny them what they consider their fair share of the booty, I'd have a riot here, or worse.  Besides, what’s the problem?  If they're so special to you, why don't you just put in a bid for them, as anyone else does when they see a piece of loot they particularly covet.  Its all in the handbook ..... "

Trouble remembered the handbook, a piece of useless hardcopy she'd been given by somebody when she first got here; she'd been sure at the time that whatever it contained it wouldn't apply to slaves; now it seemed she had been wrong.  The lion smiled as he watched Trouble's emotions play out across her face.  "Go talk to Accounting; you should have more than enough in that paycheck to liberate your friends ...  Go on, scoot!"  Trouble nodded, and lost in a whirl of thoughts, rose and headed out of the cafeteria, leaving her food untouched and the dishes still on the table, much to the lion's amusement.

It was much later that night; the station had eased into its graveyard shift routine, and Trouble was cuddling with the lion in the middle of his bed.  The covers were all rumpled and tossed by their first session of lovemaking, and they were both still regaining their breath.  "I went down to Accounting like you told me.  Seemed there weren't any other bids on Hinoki, and Zassa; well, the few bids that were on her were low.  I think the bids I put in should take them ... if that’s OK with you."  The lion just shrugged as he stared at the ceiling.  "It’s your money; I won't interfere with how you spend it, as long as it doesn't interfere with my basic interests ... "  Trouble grinned and moved to straddle his waist.  Placing her paws on his chest, she grinned down at him.  "And what would you think if I kept them, instead of just freeing them and sending them home?"  The lion looked up at her and hmmmmmmed.  "I dunno; you know everyone around here has to pull their own weight.  We'd have to find them jobs ...... and you know as well as I do, we need more skilled folks than cannon fodder ... "

"But perhaps there's a way you could convince me," he finished with a grin.  Trouble sighed and shook her head, trying hard to suppress a grin of her own.  Moving gently she started rocking her body back and forth, rubbing her still wet pussy against his sheath ......  It took most of the rest of the night, but she finally "convinced" him, obtaining permission to keep Zassa and Hinoki.

The next day, Trouble found time in her schedule to visit the kennels, where she talked with Hinoki and Zassa, telling them of her plans, making sure they understood that this was by no means certain, but that she thought they had a good chance ... Of course, the small conference turned into a small orgy, as Trouble and Zassa made very good use of Hinoki, and his talents (not that he seemed to object at all).  On her way out, Trouble noticed that Wanda, Lord Xylex's daughter, was also confined in the kennels.  Stopping to see how she was doing, she found that Wanda was beginning to wonder if perhaps the boarding school would have been a better alternative, but at least she seemed in decent spirits.  Trouble told her that she'd talk to the boss about her, to see what he had in mind, and then kissed her good-bye (much to Wanda's surprise), and returned to her current duties, analyzing intercepted subspace transmissions for the Intelligence group.

It was about four days later when the negotiations for the ransom of the industrialists were completed, and all the other details finalized.  The other captives had been loaded on a shuttle, for their trip to auction, and Trouble headed for the pirate cruiser for rendezvous with the Elysium ship that would redeem the prisoners.  She was intercepted near the docking port by Ben. "You're not going like that, are you?" he asked.  Trouble shrugged, "It's all I've got go wear; should I go nude?"

Ben sighed and shook his head. "No, the boss wants you there, and I'm sure he's told you why, but for cryin' out loud, Trouble, if you're going to go, you've simply got to look more ..... piratical!  We've got an image to uphold!  Oh, come on, the ship's leaving; we'll just have to find you something."

It was an interesting trip to the rendezvous point.  Ben took Trouble down to the crew's quarters, where they all got very involved in sorting through spare clothing, looking for things that would fit, things that would give the proper impression.  Finally, Trouble pirouetted in front of a hooting, grinning crowd, showing off her new outfit.  She wore a pair of very worn, torn camouflage pants, covered in cargo pockets.  A web belt held them up, along with the holster for a truly nasty looking disrupter (which didn't work anymore).  A dagger hung from the opposite side of the belt.  Over this, Trouble wore a very abbreviated combat harness/vest, the material straining against her breasts, the straps pulling little valleys in her fur.  They all agreed that if anyone could make the outfit look sexy it was her (although they all agreed they liked the dress better, and absolutely nothing even more than that).  Trouble grinned and blushed at the compliments and thought they'd change their minds if they'd caught a glimpse of Zassa.  Well, with luck, she'd still be runner up.

When the Elysium ship, a destroyer, had docked with the pirate cruiser, Trouble swaggered down to the airlock, doing her best to look, well, piratical.  This is silly, she thought to herself. I am a pirate, one of them, so however I look has to be piratical....  But with a shrug she figured there wouldn't be any harm in doing whatever she could to frighten the destroyer's crew.  Leaning against a bulkhead, she watched them; the captain had wisely stayed on the bridge, sending a junior officer to deal with the pirates.  She did her best to memorize names, faces, and to gauge their attitudes; anything that might be of later use.  The industrialists were turned over to the officer, one by one.  Each was naked, but well groomed, and obviously well treated.  Their restraints were removed, and they were allowed to enter the destroyer's airlock.  Last was Lord Xylex; he was just about to step across the airlock's threshold when he turned; looking at the officer he said, "My daughter's already over there, isn't she?"  The officer looked back blankly and then down at his padd. "Your daughter, sir?  I don't show her on my manifest; I didn't even know she'd been traveling with you!"  Xylex looked up at the pirates, his face clouding over, his paws balling into fists .... Trouble straightened from where she'd been leaning against the wall.  Pacing out to face him directly, she said, "My Master has instructed me to tell you that your daughter is being held ... hostage, to insure your future cooperation.  You have his assurance that she'll be well treated, and that you will be periodically able to communicate with her."  Xylex scowled, "Why you insolent little..... slave, how dare you!"  Trouble was convinced that he was about to leap, to take out his frustrations on her personally, but was determined to back down.  From the look on the officer's face, he probably would have joined in, but just then there was the high pitched whine of an energy weapon being charged from somewhere among the pirates .... Thinking better of it, the officer put a restraining paw on Xylex's shoulder. "Sir, don't throw your life away; I'm sure they'd like nothing better than to kill you, now that the ransom's been paid.  Besides, with you dead, who knows what they'd do to your daughter!"  Xylex shook off the officer's paw, and with a growl, turned back towards the airlock.  Just before he ducked through, he turned to look directly at Trouble, a glare full of hate. "I won't forget you, you can count on that!"  And with that, he was gone.  The Elysium troops backed through the airlock, keeping a careful eye on the pirates.  The ships separated moments later, the Elysium destroyer raising shields and taking evasive action as if the pirates would attack at any second.  The cruiser however, simply cloaked (much to the surprise of the bridge crew of the destroyer).

After they'd docked at the pirate's asteroid, Trouble made her way down to the residential section.  There, she found Wanda sitting on the bed of a modest room, apparently very bored.  Wanda looked Trouble up and down, her eyes wide at the wild costume.  Trouble just grinned and turned to show it off. "Like it?  First thing resembling normal clothes that I've worn in years, and I have no doubt tomorrow I'll be back to my usual".  Wanda just shook her head. "Now you really look like one of these pirates.  I would never have believed it .......  So, when do I get to go home?  Daddy settle the ransom yet?"

Trouble sat on the bed, and looked at Wanda. "I'm afraid I've got some good news and bad news on that subject."  Wanda nodded her head slowly, as if all her fears had suddenly returned. "Whats the good news?" 

Trouble grinned. "The good news is that you don't have to go to that boarding school after all, although you don't get to escape school entirely."

"And the bad news?"

Trouble sighed. "The bad news is that the boss has decided to keep you here as a hostage, to make sure your father behaves.  As long as you're good, you'll have the run of the place, with a few exceptions.  You'll attend school, just like all the others of your age on the station, and like everyone else, you'll have some duties to perform.  I can offer you a job in either Child Care, or in Medical.  And you'll be paid for your work too (although I'm afraid the nearest mall's quite a ways away).  The boss has assigned me to look after you, to keep you out of trouble (now there's a hoot!), but aside from that, you'll be pretty much on your own.  Oh, I guess you'll be on your own more than that; I'll be gone for a month it seems ...... uh, if you have problems, go find Zassa, I'll ask her to check in on you."

Wanda looked at the wall for a long time before finally saying, "So what's the down side?"  Trouble's muzzle opened and closed, speechless.  Wanda grinned and moved to give her a hug. "Daddy never let me do anything; this place should be fantastic in comparison!  Can I look over the child care and medical jobs before I have to make a decision?  Oh!  and are there any good looking boys my age?"  Wanda rattled on for some time as Trouble tried hard to keep up, amazed at how she was taking it .....

Trouble had arranged for Hinoki to work as a sensor tech in the mining side of the operation, at least to start, and for Zassa to work in supply.  They were "entry level jobs", but she was sure they'd both shine, eventually.  As they huggled goodbye Zassa asked Trouble what happened to the servants, retainers and guards that the bigshots had with them.  Trouble shrugged and replied that the bigshots apparently didn't want to ransom them as well, so the pirates did what they always do; sell them to the highest bidder, on the slave market.  "What almost happened to you!" she grinned.  As she hugged both Hinoki and Zassa, not wanting to leave, Trouble continued, "'cept for that big tiger who liked to treat you so mean.  I put in a word with the boss; he got sold to the Academy.  As a slave.  Let him get a taste of his own medicine!"  Zassa pulled back to look at Trouble, her eyes perhaps a little sad, perhaps a little amused. "You didn't!"  Trouble grinned and kissed her.  "I did, but now I've got to go.  Take care of Wanda for me, and take care of yourselves too!”

Having made all the arrangements she could for their well-being over the next month, Trouble reported to the airlock where Jenka's ship was docked.  She'd changed back into her metallic fabric dress, but she could tell by the look on Jenka's face as she rounded the corner, that she probably wouldn't get to keep it .....  Jenka and the lion were standing by the airlock, talking quietly, both turning to look at Trouble as she approached.  It looked as if Jenka was forcing her face into a frown.  "You're late!"

Uh-oh, Trouble thought, I think I've been set up; the lion didn't tell me when to show up here, just to come when I had everything done......  Shooting a dirty look at the grinning lion, Trouble knelt at Jenka's feet, head bowed.  "Forgive me, Mistress."  Jenka petted her head for a moment and grinned at the lion. "I'm glad she hasn't forgotten the proper way to behave; I think you're entirely too lax with her!"  The lion just grinned and shrugged, "To each their own; as long as she obeys me, that’s all I'm really interested in."  Turning to Trouble, his voice got sterner.  "I'll forward instructions on the joint operations to you.  I expect you to coordinate the activities, and in that I will accept nothing less than perfection!"  Trouble gulped and nodded.  As she was looking at him, Jenka bent over and attached a leash to her collar; a short tug bade her rise to her feet, and then she was led through the airlock and into Jenka's ship.

The new slaves were kneeling in the courtyard of the Academy, awaiting their "introduction lecture".  A wolf guard, slowly moved down the line of kneeling slaves, looking them over, idly slapping his thigh with his riding crop.  Suddenly he stopped and turned, to retrace his path a few steps.  Using the tip of his riding crop to raise the chin of a large male tiger, his eye widened with surprise.  "You!  What are you ...... I thought ...... what happened?????"

The tiger grinned up ruefully at his old partner.  “Trouble happened.”

End of Chapter 16

Chapter 17

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