Trouble's Tales
With Jenka

by Kittiara

Stardate 2398.20

The lion watched, a grin on his face, as Jenka led Trouble into the airlock of her ship. A moment later, Trouble's dress came flying out of the airlock, just as the door closed, to drape itself gracefully over the lion's muzzle. As the door clanged shut, and the air pumps started, he held it to his nose, to inhale her scent, and then slung the dress over his shoulder and turned to stride back into the station, grinning to himself.

Trouble's paws were bound behind her while they were still cycling through the airlock. Jenka then led her by the leash through the ship to the bridge, where she knelt by Jenka's command chair as they undocked and moved away from the asteroid base. Although she kept her eyes downcast, as a good slave should, she listened intently, gathering what information she could. She listened to the voices of the helmsman and the navigator, of those manning the engineering, environmental, tactical, and communications stations, listening to the way they talked, trying to judge their attitudes. She knew that the Bridge Crew was giving her looks from the corners of their eyes in turn, trying to evaluate her, to figure out just where she fit in ...

Trouble heard the door at the rear of the bridge swoosh open and then hissss closed, and as someone moved closer, she thought she knew that tread ... a footstep she hadn't heard in ... how long? As Jenka turned to say something to one of the bridge crew, Trouble dared a look. The quiet routine of the bridge was shattered as Trouble let out a WHOOOP! and pounced the newcomer, jerking the end of the leash out of Jenka's startled paw! "SAMANTHA! Oh, Good Lord am I happy to see you! What are you doin' here?"

Samantha Pettigrew, former first officer of the tramp freighter Lost Cause and Trouble's former shipmate went over backwards under the assault of the energetic cheetah. Of course the elderly lepine (rabbit-morph) was smaller than Trouble. "Trouble? Erf! Get offa me! Yes, I'm glad to see you too, but what are you doing here? Especially dressed like tha ....... Oh Lord, don't tell me the rumors were true?"

Trouble sat back, looking at Samantha. "Rumors? I haven't heard a thing about any of you since we all got arrested!" Samantha sat up and adjusted her outfit as best possible, dusting herself off. "They told us that you'd been sold to the sex slave academy on Elysium!" Trouble just nodded and shrugged. "'s true. Interesting place. Skip that; how'd you get free of the Elysium authorities? Where are the others?"

Samantha looked up at Jenka, and with a nod looked back at Trouble. "The Captain's dead. Supposedly killed trying to escape, but if you ask me, they just found that an easier way to get clear title to the Lost Cause. Benny ......... I don't know. I haven't been able to find any trace. I'd been trying to confirm where they'd sent you, but all I got were dead ends."

Trouble just stared at her friend, her mouth hanging open. Squint dead? Unimaginable. Trouble growled low, a sound that made a fair proportion of the bridge crew uneasy. "Oh, they're gonna pay for that. I promise you, they'll pay!" Samantha just nodded. "That's what I'm doing here; payback as best I can." Trouble looked up, trying to drag her thoughts back to the present, away from wrestling with Squint's death. "But how did you get here?" Sam grinned. "Oh, I got wholesaled. The Elysium government sold me to a clearing house for slaves; seems I was too old, despite my skills. They in turn sold me off-planet, and as fate would have it, the transport was raided by pirates. These pirates. One of them happened to be an old shipmate from when I was in the military, and he convinced Jenka here that I might be of some service.

At Jenka's name Trouble flinched. "Uh-oh ... " was all she got out before she heard Jenka chuckling behind her. Looking up at Sam, she smiled weakly. "Think I'm in trouble again ... " And with that, Jenka yanked hard on the leash, dragging Trouble back to her former kneeling position.

Sam just laughed. "Captain, you really can't blame her; extenuating circumstances and so forth."

Trouble couldn't see Jenka's grin, with her head bowed, but she heard the laugh in her response. "Oh, I can understand .... but that is not acceptable behavior for a slave, and most especially not for my pet, and I'm afraid she will have to be disciplined ....... " Sam just laughed and handed the tactical officer the PADD she'd been carrying. "Well, if there's anything left, I'd like to talk over old times with her, when she's available." As Sam left the bridge, Jenka just purrrrrred.

Trouble didn't think there was that much keeping Jenka on the bridge, but nevertheless, the big pantheress lounged in her command chair, talking idly with the bridge crew. After a while Trouble's knees started to ache, and then her ankles, and then her back, but she rigidly kept to the proper position a slave must assume. Might be a test, she thought to herself, and I am NOT going to give her the satisfaction of adding "squirming" to the list of charges.

Finally, when the rumbling of her stomach was clearly audible, Jenka looked over the armrest of her chair at the kneeling Trouble. "Hungry, my pet?" Trouble tried to remember any restrictions on speech, but figured she'd been asked a direct question, so ... "Yes, Mistress."

Jenka nodded and rose to her feet, stretching, then with a quick jerk on the leash she led Trouble from the bridge. They moved through the corridors of the ship, finally arriving at what had to be the visiting dignitary's quarters, and Trouble assumed that while Jenka was in command of the Black Fleet, that this wasn't "her" ship. Jenka proceeded to tie Trouble in a kneeling position, cuffed ankles attached to cuffs around her thighs, paws cuffed behind her back and linked to her ankle cuffs; with Trouble properly restrained, she departed the room, humming a happy tune ...

Jenka returned about an hour later, carrying a covered plate. Trouble found it hard not to drool as Jenka removed the cover and used it to fan the aroma towards Trouble's nose. Grinning, Jenka slowly disrobed, folding her clothes neatly. Finally, she sat on the edge of her bed, and grinned at Trouble. "First things first; your punishment. Hmmmm, lets see, I do think we need to do something about your figure ... " and with that she rose and turned to rummage within her closet. While Jenka was busy, Trouble looked down at herself. Whats wrong with my figure? she wondered. As Jenka returned, Trouble risked looking up, and as she spied what Jenka was carrying, she gasped! Jenka grinned and nodded; "I think your waist should be a bit narrower, just a bit. And I'm sure this corset will do wonders towards achieving that." Trouble was released and bade to stand, and Jenka had her step into the leather corset; tugging it upwards, over her hips, the big pantheress almost jerked her off the floor, but finally the corset was in place, and Jenka began the laborious task of lacing it up. Trouble groaned as her waist was constricted, but she had to admit, as she watched from the corner of her eyes at her reflection in the room's mirror, that she liked the way it made her breasts stand out. Finally, Jenka was done, closing a flap over the laces, and she padded around to look at Trouble's trim figure. The corset traveled from just below her breasts, to just above her mons, cut away in a smooth curve over her hips. "Hmmmmmm, yes, thats better, but we still need a little something ... " Returning to the closet she shortly came back with what Trouble took to be a G-string made of thick rubber and bright chrome. Jenka placed the waist strap around Trouble's newly reduced waist, and as she fastened the ends, Trouble's ears twitched at the distinct snap. Then Jenka was pulling the other part between her thighs, sliding her tail through a hole in the strap, and fastening the loose end to the belt portion behind her back, also with an audible snap. With a grin, Jenka then clipped a tiny key to the ring in the front of Trouble's collar. As she did so, Trouble moaned to herself, realizing that she'd just been locked into these crazy panties; still, while they were tight, they weren't that uncomfortable ...

Jenka purrred as she refastened Trouble in her original position, kneeling, with ankles bound to cuffs on her thighs, wrists linked to her ankle cuffs. Then, with a grin, she paced across the room to sit on the edge of the bed. "I've been waiting to find out just how well trained your tongue is, little one, and now's the time; come on over here and please me. If you do well, I'll feed you a morsel ........ " Trouble hmmmmed to herself, trying to figure out how to move over there considering how she was bound. Finally, she tried rocking forward, to balance on her knees; she made it part way across the floor before she overbalanced and wound up falling on her face. With a sigh, Trouble squirmed, and managed to inch-worm the rest of the way over to where Jenka was sitting, before managing to get herself back into a kneeling position. As she brought her muzzle up between Jenka's thighs, the big pantheress laid back on the bed, sliding down some to bring her pussy within easy reach of Trouble's tongue.

Trouble started slow, licking across Jenka's upper thighs, sloooowly circling in on her pussy, taking her time. After a while, as she slowly licked and nibbled towards the center, she felt one of Jenka's paws caressing her head. Purrrrrring softly, she let the tip of her tongue explore the length of Jenka's slit, flicking from the base of her tail, upwards, teasing lightly, until her tongue crested over onto her mons. As she licked, Trouble found Jenka to be getting very wet, and when she judged the time right, she suddenly stabbed her tongue deep into Jenka's pussy. Jenka responded with a moan, arching her back, her paw pulling Trouble's head hard against her. Trouble slithered her tongue in and out, wriggling its tip, now stroking the front of Jenka's love channel, now the back. As she licked and nibbled, Trouble gauged Jenka's responses, noting how she moved and how she breathed, doing her best to remember what obviously pleased her. As she felt Jenka's passion rise, she shifted her emphasis, sending her tongue to lick at Jenka's clitty, pushing back its hood with the tip of her tongue to stroke it, softly at first, and then with increasingly hard flicks back and forth. Just when she thought Jenka was going to explode, she returned her tongue to the depths of Jenka's pussy, to wriggle therein, to slide back and forth smoothly. As Jenka's breathing returned to near normal, Trouble again shifted to her clitty, licking, sucking and nibbling until she felt Jenka's body tense, and then again her tongue returned to the depths of Jenka's sex. It wasn't until she had brought Jenka to the edge for the third time that she felt the pantheress' claws at the back of her head. "Oooooooo you are such a tease, but enough of that; finish me quickly and you get dinner. Tease me more and you'll go hungry!"

Trouble grinned and moved to suck directly on Jenka's clitty, her tongue flicking over its entrapped tip as hard and as fast as she could. Within a minute, Jenka was howling, writhing on the bed, lost in the throes of her climax. Trouble refused to let her go, though, continuing to lick and nibble at her clitty until Jenka forcefully pushed her head away. "ENOUGH! Trouble what am I going to do with you? You just don't know when to stop, to give me a breather!" Trouble just grinned and brazenly looked up at Jenka, licking her mistress's juices from her muzzle.

With a sigh, Jenka moved Trouble over to kneel by her feet as she sat at the VIP quarter's built-in desk; as she worked, she'd occasionally feed Trouble some morsel or other, until the plate was empty. Trouble noticed that with the corset, it didn't take much at all to make her feel full ... Placing the plate on the floor, Jenka instructed Trouble to lick it clean. As Trouble accomplished this, Jenka yawned and stretched. "It's getting late; we need to get ready for bed." And with that, Jenka unbound Trouble and led her into the bathroom. After drawing Jenka a bath, Trouble knelt by the side of the tub to wash her back, and her hair, and when Jenka emerged (after what Trouble enviously thought was an obscenely long soak), she toweled her dry. Emerging from the bathroom, Jenka proceeded to lock Trouble's collar to the foot of her bed, and then turning out the lights, Jenka climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.

Trouble laid as best she could on the carpeting at the foot of the bed, listening to Jenka's breathing. I guess things could be worse, she thought. So far, she hasn't treated me too badly. I think I can handle a month of this. Still, I wish she'd put down a pad for me here ... And I wish she'd reciprocated with the licking. I wonder how talented her tongue is ... " Shifting around as best she could on her short chain, Trouble tried to fall asleep; as she did so, thinking of the way she'd pleasured Jenka, one of her paws slid down, to rub at her rubber covered sex; it was then that she realized that inside the thick rubber, there was a metal plate; no matter how she rubbed, or pushed, she couldn't stimulate herself. Worse, the thing was so tight she couldn't worm a finger underneath either. Muttering to herself, and more than a little frustrated, she finally fell asleep.

In the morning, Trouble found herself starting the day by licking Jenka to yet another climax, once again reprimanded for how she teased with her tongue. Jenka unlocked her chastity belt only long enough for her to go to the bathroom, and then she was firmly locked in it again. She spent the rest of the day following Jenka around at the end of her leash, as Jenka attended to this or that bit of business. As such, she was privy to most of the goings-on in the Black Fleet and before the end of the day, she found that Jenka was using her as a bit of a secretary. By the third day, she was still locked tight in the corset, and the wicked chastity belt. While she'd serviced Jenka a dozen times, and even lent her mouth to a few of Jenka's associates, she was still "chaste", and that was definitely starting to make her squirm. As the ship approached its rendezvous, Trouble found that Jenka was starting to send her on little errands, to deliver this message or retrieve that data crystal. She was usually bound in some way, though; for instance, when going to retrieve fuel consumption reports from Engineering, Jenka sent her off with ankles hobbled by a chain less than a foot in length, her arms behind her in a square arm-binder, where her forearms were parallel to each other, behind her back. She had to carry the report back in her teeth, and then was criticized for taking so long. Another time, sent to fetch a data crystal from Jenka's quarters, she was bound with her wrist cuffs chained to the belt around her waist, thus permitting her very limited use of her paws. As time passed, Trouble began to wonder if her "punishment" was to be permanent.

Trouble was once again kneeling by the side of Jenka's command chair when the ship docked at the Gathra trading station, in the Hansa system. This was sort of neutral territory, not quite in the Empire, not quite out of it either. As such, the system did a significant business in smuggling, illegal goods, and in the servicing that pirates frequently required. The rest of the Black Fleet was in the vicinity, some of them actually docked at the station. With the docking complete, Jenka turned command of the ship over to its normal Captain and prepared to return to her own command ship. Tugging on Trouble's leash, Jenka led a small parade through the lock and around the periphery of the station. Trouble had to grin to herself, as she was led, bound and naked, through the station; once upon a time, such a thing would have embarrassed her horribly, but now, well, she kinda enjoyed all the looks she got from the various furrs they passed.

Jenka's quarters on the command ship were considerably more lavish, although Trouble wasn't so sure she cared for them; one of the features that Jenka's suite had was a very small kennel for her pet. This was literally a hole in the wall, a solid door at the base of one wall that Trouble had to low-crawl through; this led to a narrow passage spiraling downward, to a small chamber below Jenka's. There, there was a pallet for her to sleep on, and in one corner, water burbled from a spout, to a bowl, overflowing that to a hole in the floor obviously meant for the elimination of wastes. Trouble guessed she was to drink from the bowl ... There was a grate in the low ceiling, and it was obvious that Jenka could stroll over to look down upon her pet whenever she pleased. As Trouble curled up on her pallet, she heard Jenka humming to herself above as she got dressed, obviously preparing for a night savoring the attractions that the station might offer.

Just before she left, Jenka peered down through the grate at Trouble. "I suspect you've been punished enough for that little loss of control; I've told some of the crew that they can entertain you tonight, after I've left, so don't be surprised if you have visitors." And with that, she was gone. Trouble ran her paws over the tight rubber of the chastity belt. Heck, at this point I'd screw half the ship, just to be shed of this damn thing! she thought to herself.

Trouble awoke from a sound sleep at the noise of the door to Jenka's quarters opening. Peering through slitted eyelids she looked upwards at the grating to find three males looking down at her, wide smiles on their faces. There was a fox, a leopard, and a skunk watching her intently; figuring she might as well have some fun with them, Trouble rolled slooowly onto her back and strrrreeeetttttcccchhhheeeeddddd sensually. She had to smile, though, ruining the effect when the leopard started to purrrrrrrr. Opening her eyes, Trouble just grinned up at the trio. "Well, hello! And what will Jenka say when she finds you in her quarters?" The fox grinned back. "Probably not much, as she gave us the key. How do we get you out of there?" Trouble sighed. "There's a tunnel. Look for a small door low on the wall; you open it, and I'll crawl out." The skunk nodded and vanished from her view. Trouble turned and started crawling up the tunnel, discovering it was a lot harder going up than sliding down .... As she made it to the doorway, several paws helped her through and stood her up; instantly, she felt more than one of those paws slide down to run over the chastity belt, exploring .... "Now that's a cruel trick," the leopard growled, "Where's the damn key?" Trouble grinned. "Its on my collar, but I'm not allowed to touch it ....... "

The skunk literally snatched it from her collar, and seconds later, the chastity belt was in a heap on the floor. Trouble moaned and ran her paws over her mons, rubbing at first and then scratching furiously, the three guys watching intently. "Uh, guys, I've been in that thing for tooo long; mind if I take a moment and use the facilities?" The fox just shrugged, and Trouble trotted over to Jenka's luxurious bathroom. After relieving herself, and taking just a moment to brush her hair with one of Jenka's brushes, Trouble padded back out into the bedroom, to join the others. "Now, what can I do for you gentlefurrs? How can I reward you for helping me escape that belt? Better yet, what can I do to get you to release me from this #$&^%@*$# corset?"

Shortly thereafter, Trouble found herself astride the leopard, his cock nicely stuffing her pussy, as the skunk pumped his cock into her ass, and the fox did his very best to stuff his cock down her throat. Trouble purrrrrrrred around the fox's cock, her tongue running over its thickly veined surface, one of her paws teasing his balls as her other paw reached behind her to stroke the belly of the skunk. The leopard's cock was definitely the largest, but the skunk's was quite long for its diameter, and she gasped each time he drove it hard into her ass, his quick thrusts apparently delighting the leopard. As she sucked and nibbled and licked at the fox's cock, she did her best to tease the other two, tightening her vaginal and anal muscles, trying to grip their cocks hard, to hold them still, much to their delight. The room was filled with the moans and pants of the three males as Trouble did her very best to repay them for releasing her, and Trouble had to work hard, to pay strict attention, not to let any of the three cum too soon. She toyed with them, played with them, doing her very best to keep all three on the very edge, but even her skill wasn't enough to hold them forever, only her concentration holding her own climax at bay. The skunk came first, his hips driving faster and faster, his cock plumbing the depths of her bowels until finally with a yell, he came, his cock throbbing and spurting deep within her. That set off the leopard, and with a grunt, he started bucking his hips up into her, bouncing her, until he too came loudly. As they panted and growled, Trouble pushed her head forward, driving the fox's cock into her mouth, down her throat, until her nose rubbed his tummy; swallowing hard, her throat muscles rippling along his shaft, she soon sent him the way of his mates, his cock pumping his seed deep into her throat.

Trouble made sure she got a washcloth from the bathroom to clean off the skunk; the others she gladly licked clean, an action that soon had all three of the guys hard again. She purrrrrred as she moved from cock to cock, licking and nibbling for a moment, before moving on to the next. After teasing them for a while, the skunk proposed a slightly different arrangement; he thought that considering the relative sizes, that Trouble ought to be able to take both him and the fox in her pussy at the same time ... Trouble had heard of this, but had never actually tried it, but having gone without for so long, she was game to try it. The fox laid on his back with Trouble eagerly straddling his hips, her paws between her thighs to hold his cock, to stroke it along her sex; however, just as the skunk knelt behind her, the leopard moved in behind him, and the next thing she knew, the skunk's cock was back in her ass, as the leopard's longer, thicker cock moved between the skunk's legs, to press against the rear of her pussy. She moaned as the fox and the leopard insistently shoved their cocks at her until, one after the other, they forced their way inside! It must have appeared a comical combination, Trouble sandwiched between the three guys, but they seemed to enjoy it; indeed, both the fox and the skunk seemed content to just hold their cocks within Trouble, as the leopard thrust his hips at her, doing all the work. Trouble mewled and moaned, her pussy stretched tight by the two cocks; she could barely move, and yet, she found the situation wildly stimulating, and as the leopard pumped her harder and harder, she shuddered again and again, climax after climax ripping through her. Finally the three guys came, the fox first, and then almost simultaneously, the skunk and leopard.

They lay there, entwined, for a while, just panting; finally the skunk wormed his way free, complaining of a cramp, and padded towards the bathroom. On his return, the fox followed suit, leaving the leopard nestled behind Trouble, his cock still buried in her pussy. As the fox emerged from the bathroom, the leopard started pumping Trouble again, slooowly and sensuously, taking long, slow strokes. Trouble just laid there on her side and drank in the sensations, delighting in each movement; she floated in a haze of pleasure until she felt his thrusts quickening, each motion becoming sharper, until yet another climax burst within her. Moments later she felt his cock twitching and throbbing, what little jism he had left flooding her pussy. As he finished, the fox tapped him on the shoulder. "We gotta go; our shift starts in about twenty minutes." The leopard just nodded and crawled around to present his softening cock to Trouble for cleaning; she purrrred and licked at him softly, until he was clean. As they turned to go, the skunk turned back. "Oh, yeah, Jenka mentioned something ... uh, stand up, turn around and bend over."

Trouble sighed. Now what? she thought, but too tired to argue, she complied. Moments later she felt the skunk push first one, and then a second object into her dripping pussy, and then the chastity belt was around her waist, and between her thighs once again, its locks snicking shut.

"OK, now back into your kennel, quick now, we gotta go!" Trouble sighed and crawled across the floor to once again squeeze into the tunnel to her kennel, her sore nipples grazing the floor as she moved, the two Ben-Wa balls sliding and bouncing back and forth within her pussy quite nicely ......

She wasn't completely out of the tunnel when she heard the three leave Jenka's quarters, the door hissing open and then closed. Taking a drink from the bowl, she settled down on her pallet to try and get some sleep. She could have sworn that her eyes had just closed when she heard the door open again. Looking up as a shadow crossed her face, she saw Jenka grinning down at her. "Well, did my pet have an interesting night? I see you managed to loose your corset somewhere in the proceedings; no, no, don't tell me about it, I'll just watch the video". Video? Trouble thought. I wonder if those guys knew they were being recorded? Probably wouldn't have cared, though ..... Trouble fell asleep to the sounds of the passionate lovemaking of the night before ...

Trouble yawned as she knelt by Jenka's command chair; she hadn't gotten much sleep before Jenka bade her crawl from her kennel and attend her in the bath. Then it was off to the Bridge, as the Black Fleet departed the station and headed out. While the Ben-Wa balls were still nicely in place, Jenka had forced her to put on the corset, drawing it tighter than ever, and Trouble squirmed a little against its tightness, the resulting motion of the Ben-Wa balls only making her pant for breath all the harder.

As she squirmed she heard heavy footsteps approach from the rear of the bridge, and then a paw found her chin, her head turned and forced up and she found herself looking into the leering face of a rather large male hyena. "Well, Jenka, what have you here? Another new toy? What happened to your last one? Did you break it?" Jenka seemed unruffled, and responded in a smooth voice, "Cain, I'd like you to meet my new pet; she's just a little something I picked up in that operation over by Elysium."

"Oh?" Cain rumbled. "I've heard the strangest stories about that operation ... as some of them placed you in bed with the leader of the Brethren, I can scarce believe them, though." Jenka just smiled. "Cain, you know I indulge myself with males on special occasions."

Cain grumbled something in response, something that Trouble didn't quite catch, but didn't think sounded all that pleasant. "So," Cain continued, "what do you have in store for this little thing?" Trouble thought that the way he said it, the future didn't sound all that promising, despite the way Jenka had treated her so far.

"While she's here," Jenka purrred, "quite obviously, she'll attend to my .... needs. But she'll also be available for the entertainment of the senior officers. Oh, she's also the liaison for the upcoming operation with the Brethren." Cain harrumphed. "That bunch! I don't know why you mess with them. The way they operate, they're sure to bring trouble!" And with that he released Trouble's chin and turned, striding off the bridge. Jenka reached down to pet Trouble's head. "How did he ever know ..... " she purrrred.

Later that shift, Jenka led Trouble by her leash down to meet with her own Intelligence and Operations teams. Trouble felt just a little weird as she knelt by Jenka's feet, nude except for the corset and the chastity belt, as she acted the part of the slave, but played the part of a team member as they worked to formulate plans for the upcoming operation. In the end, Jenka removed Trouble's leash, but hobbled and cuffed her (at least her paws were in front of her), so that she could work with the others on the logistics, coordination, and timing of the upcoming operation.

At the end of the work day, as they locked up all their work materials and secured the computers and tactical terminals, Jack, a wolf morph and the assistant operations officer, started teasing Trouble, in a good-natured way. "So, how does a lowly type like me get to sample some of the pleasures of the Captain's new pet?" Trouble grinned back at him. "Oh, its simple, really; all you have to do is submit a requisition for my time, in triplicate, justifying the need, and get Jenka to sign it. Then it goes to the scheduling committee. They'll let you know when I'm available." Jack laughed and reached over to pull Trouble close, kissing her hard. Trouble stifled a laugh and kissed back hungrily. As he broke the kiss, Jack smiled. "Triplicate eh? I'll get right on it. But now, you'd best go find your Mistress; who knows what kind of a black mood she'll be in after her first day back, having been away so long." Trouble grinned and nodded, and taking short, mincing steps, headed for Jenka's quarters.

That night, Trouble again spent quite a bit of time between Jenka's thighs, licking her to climax after climax; some of them slow and teasing, holding her on the edge until the big pantheress threatened to claw her if she didn't hurry up, others brought as rapidly as possible. Afterwards, after attending to Jenka's bath (Trouble was getting a little pissed at having to make due with a hurried shower each night, and longed to luxuriate in a hot tub the way Jenka did), Jenka had a little surprise for Trouble; the chastity belt had been replaced with a slightly different model. This one had moderately large dildoes built in, for pussy and ass, and while that was interesting in its own right, what made the whole thing devilish was the control box fastened to the side of the belt; the dildoes contained powerful vibrators, which the control box would activate at random intervals, and intensities. Of course, to keep her from playing with the controls, Trouble's paws were bound behind her back ..... A swat on her rump sent her towards the door to her kennel, and with a groan Trouble inch-wormed into the tight passage, crawling slowly down to her chamber. Gonna wear off my nipples if I have to do this too much, she thought as she pushed herself along with her feet.

Trouble spent a restless night, tossing and turning on her pallet; no sooner would the dildo in her pussy cease its infernal buzzing, than the one in her ass would start. Sometimes they'd both run together, occasionally powerfully enough to drive her to a climax; less frequently they'd both be quiet, and she'd drift off to sleep, only to be awakened what seemed like seconds later, as one or the other or both started vibrating again.

In the morning, Trouble again attended to Jenka as she got dressed and prepared for the day's activities. Thankfully, the nighttime chastity belt was replaced with the normal daytime one (admittedly with the two Ben-Wa balls, which at least were not tooo distracting), and then she was off to another day of playing secretary to Jenka and to working with the planning team. The plan was coming together nicely; most starships ran on antimatter as fuel (with only the very most advanced ones running mass conversion powerplants). However, antimatter was dangerous stuff, and its production and the refueling of starships was always highly risky. As such, antimatter production facilities tended to be located in remote places, where an industrial accident wouldn't kill billions. The closest antimatter production facility to Elysium was in the Archemedies system, an otherwise uninhabited and useless place, and that was the target for the combined pirate groups.

As Trouble worked with the planning team, she and Jack continued to tease each other, much to the amusement of the other team members. It was late in the day when the door opened and Cain strode in. Jack immediately stiffened; he and his boss did not get along very well .... in fact, Trouble got the feeling that few of the pirates got along well with Cain; but through a series of brilliant tactical moves and ruthless combat abilities, Cain had risen to become one of Jenka's chief lieutenants, the head of Operations. "Jenka's going to be a bit busy tonight, going over maintenance reports with the Engineering group," Cain growled. "She's graciously granted me the privilege of entertaining you tonight." Trouble thought that the latter statement was just dripping with sarcasm, and wondered just what Cain's problem was ..... Snapping a leash to Trouble's collar, Cain grinned wickedly at the rest of the folks present and with a jerk, led Trouble towards his quarters.

Once in Cain's quarters, the big hyena moved quickly, unlocking Trouble's "chastity" belt, and stripping the corset from her. "I'm pleased that you've been pierced; it'll make this evening's little activity that much easier. Of course, you should have more labia piercings for this .... and I've got a pack of brand new fishhooks that would do so nicely, but I suppose Jenka would get mad ....... I guess we'll just have to make do with what you've got. You see, before we get on to other things, I thought I'd put you through a little slave's refresher course. I think Jenka's way to lax with her slaves. Soooooo ......... " and with that he dragged Trouble by the hair over to a clear spot on the floor. Trouble's eyes widened as she noticed what appeared to be a rather drastic looking dildo fastened to the floor; it was about 15" tall with a knob at the head, while it narrowed considerably after the knob from there it slowly widened, until at the base it must have been 3" in diameter! As Trouble gazed at this device, Cain was busy lacing her arms into a sheath behind her; when he had it tight, Trouble's elbows almost touching behind her back, he led her over to the monster protruding from the floor. Strong paws forced her down, into a kneeling position, and then down a bit further, the knob at the tip of the dildo pressing hard against her ass, until with a soft pop, it slid within her. As Cain fastened the ring on the end of the arm binder to the floor, Trouble realized that the dildo was coated with something; at first she thought it was lubricant, but now her ass was starting to burn bad!

"Now for the rest of your little trial," Cain purrrrred. Moving around in front of her, he showed her a silvery rod, about a foot long; there was a large metal ball on the rod at one end, perhaps 1 1/2" in diameter. Below that a slightly smaller ball, and then a yet smaller ball, and then an even smaller ball, perhaps 1/2" in diameter. Below this, there was a square block of metal with little chains attached. "Ever done Kegel exercises? Strengthening those muscles within your vagina? This is a variant on the standard 'tool' used in those exercises; we'll put the large ball within you, like this, and then slowly push it upwards ... "

Trouble felt the large ball enter her pussy, followed shortly by the other three, until the block of metal was flush against her labia. "I'm sure if you clench down with your muscles, you can hold that there; thats the point ... to exercise those muscles. Of course, the smaller ball will be harder to hold, but if you slip, the next ball is a little larger and easier to hold, and so forth and so forth, until the last ball, the largest ball, is all that's within you; that should be the easiest to hold, but just to make sure, we're going to attach these chains to your piercings. Lets see ... this one goes to your clitty ring, and these two to your labia rings, and these two to your nipple rings; let me adjust their lengths, wouldn't want that last ball to fall out of your pussy; then you'd have no option but to take its full weight on your little rings ... "

Trouble moaned and clenched down hard with her vaginal muscles; she'd received quite a bit of training at the Academy, but this promised to be grim. How long could she hold this heavy thing within her? if it slipped down far enough, the tension on her clitty, labia and nipples would be excruciating! And if she squatted down further to let the weight rest on the floor, she'd have driven an incredible length of very thick dildo into her ass, probably more than she could take without hurting herself! Cain grinned as Trouble's face reflected the realization of her dilemma. "I'll let you adjust to your new situation for a bit ... " and with that he walked off, to pour himself a drink.

Over the next hour or so, Cain sat in a chair across the room watching Trouble struggle. Several times, she felt the rod slip, one of the balls falling out of her pussy, until there were only the top two balls remaining within her. Her muscles were so sore, she was trembling, and her ass burned so bad, but she could see no way of escape. As she concentrated, trying to maintain her "grip", she wondered if Jenka knew just what this guy liked to do?

Trouble gasped as the second to last ball slipped from within her and the chains grew tight! Any motion, even breathing, seemed to make that heavy rod sway, tugging on the various chains that secured it to her. With an immense effort, she struggled with her control, and actually managed to move the whole assembly back up within her, first by one ball, and then by two, leaving only the weight and the smallest ball dangling below her. Cain looked up from his PADD, and looked over at the clock. "That's very good; you're doing much better than any of the other slaves I've had in here; but let's see just how long you can last, eh?"

Over the course of the next hour, Trouble had to try and move the rod back up into her several times; her muscles were weakening, and her control was fading fast, and she knew before long she'd be suffering the anguish of the chains going tight. As she panted and moaned, struggling, Trouble wondered if she really could take enough of that dildo up her ass in order to relieve the stress on the chains; somehow, she thought, before the night was over, she'd find out ......

Finally, after about two and a half hours, Trouble could no longer maintain her grip; with a soft moan, rising to almost a shriek, the second to the last ball escaped her grip, and the last, largest ball tried to part her labia, held in place only by the very tight chains. Moaning she tried hard to recapture them, to ease the tension, but finally she gave up; the only option now was down, down onto that massive shaft. As she slowly lowered herself, feeling her ass stretch wider and wider, she panted hard; OH, how it burned! Try as she might though, she could not force herself down far enough; the weight on the bottom of the shaft swinging, just clear of the floor. Her asshole seemed to be stretched further than it had ever been before and the knob on the end of the dildo seemed to be pressing against the back of her throat; mewling she hung there, too tired to lift herself back up, unable to go further down.

Trouble's attention was shifted from her misery by Cain rising to his feet. Smoothly he dropped his pants, freeing his erection. Trouble's gaze followed the bobbing, swaying head of his cock as he walked over to her; wordlessly he took her head in both paws and without preamble, drove his cock hard into her mouth. Distracted as she was, Trouble managed to make at least a credible effort to suck off the hyena; although later she realized it probably wouldn't have mattered; he hadn't seemed to be interested in getting a blowjob as he had been in roughly fucking her face. When at last, he finally came, spurting his cum all over her face and chest, he proceeded to wipe his cock off on her hair, and then turned to get himself another drink, leaving Trouble to her torment.

Trouble thought it must have been another half hour before he finally released her; it had become hard to tell the passage of time .... As he lifted her off the dildo, the device in her pussy still hanging by its chains; he proceeded to shove her down on her tummy, to move behind her and drive his once more hard cock into her vastly distended ass. Again, he fucked her roughly, crudely, withdrawing only to pump his load over her back. After he regained his breath, he cursorily undid the chains, and with a paw on Trouble's collar, dragged her to her feet to shove her out the door, not bothering to remove the arm binder.

Trouble found that she was having difficulty standing, but somehow made it back to Jenka's quarters. Jenka had not yet returned, so Trouble crawled down the passage to her kennel, seeking only to collapse on her pallet. Jenka must have come in late at night, as Trouble never heard her return, and it was late in the morning before Jenka roused her. Trouble was still moving stiffly when she inch-wormed out of the tunnel from her kennel, drawing a curious look from Jenka. "Lord, you look a wreck; what happened last night?" Trouble knelt at Jenka's feet as Jenka unlaced the armbinder, and in a quiet voice, her eyes averted, proceeded to relate the story. By the time she was done, Jenka was fuming. "That bastard! This time he's gone too far! First thing, we're going to get you down to medical and see if he's done any permanent damage. Then I'm going to have a word with him ... "

Jenka left Trouble in the ship's small infirmary, where the MedTech that passed for a doctor did his best to examine her. It was about an hour later that Jack came to fetch her, walking slowly with her back to the Operations office. "Apparently Cain's got the Captain's ire up; what happened last night? The whole fleet's abuzz over it!" Trouble just mumbled a shortened, cleaned up version, not really wanting to go into it again. Jack sighed. "Cain thinks himself the great stud, and has always been fuming that Jenka doesn't take him into her bed; I think he sees that as the ultimate insult. He probably struck back at her through you." Trouble laughed weakly. "Yeah, lucky me ..... " It was later that shift that Trouble was called to the bridge; as she knelt by Jenka's chair, Jenka rose and looked down at her. "I'm going to tell you this in front of everyone, so that it's perfectly clear to all parties. From now on you are not to let Cain touch you; anyone else who wishes to make use of you, they have to clear it through me, but above all else, you are not to let him touch you. Is this clear?" Trouble just nodded, watching from the corner of her eyes, as the bridge crew took in the little scene.

Over the next several weeks, Trouble worked with the planning team, refining the plan. The idea was for the Brethren, with some assistance from the Black Fleet, to attack one of the convoys that periodically took the antimatter fuel to the refueling depot at the edges of the Elysium system. This was the main refueling depot for the sector, one of the reasons Elysium enjoyed such a favorable trade position. The convoy was always heavily defended, as it was such a tempting target; the convoy's cargo was literally worth a king's ransom. The plan was more ambitious than just attacking the convoy, however; the idea was to attack the convoy at just the right point, where they were still within a close enough range that the defenses assigned to the antimatter production station might charge off to help drive off the attackers. Once the defenders were drawn off, the real attack would begin. The lion had come up with the approach and docking codes for the station, and Jenka's mission was to use the confusion to dock with the station and land a boarding party. If they could capture the station, they could not only make off with the antimatter reserves for the entire sector, but also destroy the station, crippling the Elysium space forces! Fuel would have to be brought in from a great distance, at great expense, further tying up what resources the Elysium military had. It was thought that the hunting for the pirates would be better than ever!

The trick would be to overwhelm the station's defenses without destroying them; if the pirates were beaten back from the convoy, the convoy's escort would rather quickly return to the station. If everything didn't run just perfectly, it would be a major disaster, instead of a lucrative victory.

Cain looked up from the display. "This is the worst plan I've ever seen! It's just begging for failure! What happens if the production facility's guard ships don't go to the rescue of the convoy? What happens if the internal defenses of the facility are too much for us? What happens if we manage to breach an antimatter containment field? And destroying the facility? That's ludicrous! Nothing is more certain to draw the attention of the Empire! Good Lord, we could have an Imperial Fleet in here searching for us!"

Jenka smiled from her seat at the head of the table. "I happen to think it's worth the risk; with a haul like that, should we succeed, we could flee an Imperial fleet. We would all literally be set for life."

Cain looked askance at Jenka. "This isn't about finances is it? You're just doing this to help that mangy lion that runs the Brethren, helping him in his quest to 'battle injustice' on Elysium. Isn't it? Well, I think you've lost it. Slavery is not illegal in the Empire. If Elysium permits it, who are we to argue? We certainly make enough money off of it! Besides," he said with a leer, "you're certainly not above keeping a slave to play with."

Jenka's face went stern, but before she could comment, Cain continued. "I think we should outwardly agree to this plan, and sucker the Brethren in; Elysium has put a very nice little bounty on their heads, and if we were to hand them over, to sell them out, we'd make a nice safe profit, and remove the local competition!"

Jenka growled and rose to her feet, leaning on the table, staring straight at Cain. "We will not sell anyone out! I gave my word, and I'll keep it! We will proceed with this plan; if you find it too risky, or too distasteful, I'll personally buy out your shares in the Black Fleet and see you on the first shuttle out!"

Cain rose to growl in Jenka's face. "I think you're going to get us all killed!" And with that, he turned and stormed out. Jenka watched him go and then quietly took her seat, moving with feline grace; acting unruffled, as if the outburst had never occurred, she turned to the furr on her left. "Ellen, what resources will we need from Logistics to execute the plan as it currently stands?"

It was much later that night. Jenka quietly slipped into a dark and unoccupied office, settling into a dark corner. Minutes later, another form entered, pausing just inside after closing the door.

"Captain?"

"I'm here ... I have a small task for you. I think Cain is beginning to get a little big for his britches. I want you to organize surveillance on him. I want to know what he's up to behind the scenes. I suspect he's going to use the upcoming operation to try and usurp command, and I don't want that to happen." "Yes Ma'am, I'll take care of it!" With that the shadowy form left, followed shortly thereafter by Jenka.

In the dark recesses of Engineering, a similar scene played itself out. "I tell you, Cain, you should just kill her and take over. Right there on the bridge. Once she's dead, they'll all follow you; they know how good you are."

Cain grinned at the hulking bear-morph. "Lenny, you're right, I should, but I'm concerned that she might have assassins waiting to avenge any such death. No matter; there will be so many opportunities in the upcoming operation to dispose of her and make it look like her own plan went awry, and that would only reinforce my credibility. I'll wait patiently, and when this operation has come to its ultimate conclusion, the Black Fleet will be mine!"

Lenny leered. "And so will that sexy little pet Jenka's been flaunting about; have to admit I wouldn't mind ripping off a piece 'o that!"

Trouble shifted a little uneasily at her work station; the previous night, Jenka had been busy with something, and had lent Trouble out to one of her senior ship captains on board the command ship for a briefing. While he'd been nice enough to her, and pleasant to be with, well, being a Minotaur, he'd been incredibly well hung. And of course, given that, he just had to have a penchant for anal sex. Maybe Cain's little "training" hadn't gone completely to waste ... Trouble grinned and thought that Jenka would love watching last night's video ...

As she shifted yet again, wishing she could stand at this console, Trouble sorted through the recent message traffic. They'd been sending and receiving a lot of coded tight-beam stuff to the Brethren as they attempted to coordinate all the details, and Trouble was making sure that every message had a proper "receipt". As she scanned the list of transmissions, she became increasingly uneasy. There are a lot of messages here, she thought to herself. If even a tenth of one percent is intercepted, the Elysium military is going to wonder what's going on. And if they can break the code on even one message, we're sunk. Or worse, what if they have an agent amongst us? She sighed as she waded through all the transmissions made by the fleet. Hmmmmm, I see Cain is using a stock broker on New Hong Kong. Interesting; the text is encrypted. Guess he doesn't want anyone to know what hot stock tips he's got ... she thought to herself. A short while later she found another message from Cain, to his stock broker, and then a while later a third. Curiously, there had been no incoming message, no reply from the broker ...... Trouble flagged these messages, meaning to talk to the head of the Intelligence section, but was interrupted when her old crewmate, Samantha, entered the Operations center.

Trouble couldn't help it, she had to give her old friend another enthusiastic hug. When Samantha had recovered she grinned at Trouble. "Jenka's going to be busy tonight as well, so I got her to release you into my care." Trouble took a step back and blinked. "Uh, sure Sam, but, ah, well, I didn't think you were bent that way ... " Samantha just laughed; "Oh, I'm not, but I figured you needed a 'night off' and figured this was the best way to get you one."

And with that, Samantha led the surprised Trouble off, paw in paw. The first stop was the lounge, where Samantha ordered them both drinks, followed by a sumptuous dinner. Trouble was surprised that Sam had even remembered what she liked to drink. While waiting for their meal, they swapped stories about what had happened to them, where they'd been and what they'd seen. As they talked, Trouble found it bizarre to actually be sitting at a table like a normal person; it'd been sooo long since she'd had an evening like this .... When the meal finally came, Trouble had a hard time not drooling, and of course the look on her face prompted Sam to inquire, which led Trouble to relate some of the culinary "disasters" that she'd been faced with at the "academy", or at the paws of various "masters".

"So this lion fed you OK?" Sam smiled. "Oh yes" Trouble mumbled between mouthfuls. "The food was kinda simple, but good. Everyone took turns cooking. Even me. Even him!"

Sam chuckled, "The way you talk about him, I think you like him .... " That brought Trouble up short, fork half way to her mouth. "Ah ........ well ...... that's not normally the kinda thing someone in my position thinks about, but yes, I guess I do; respect him, at any rate ...."

Sam just smiled. After dinner they returned to Jenka's quarters; that, after all, was where the hidden video system was, and Trouble fully intended to give Jenka hours of video of the two old friends just reminiscing! Sam however had other ideas and insisted that Trouble go soak in the tub while she played with the elaborate entertainment center. How could Trouble resist? She was chin deep in the steaming hot water, just starting to unwind, when General Quarters sounded.

No plan survives contact with the enemy; the fuel convoy had left the production facility early, and the Brethren, with Black Fleet auxiliaries were moving to intercept. Trouble dashed in to Ops, still dripping; while they'd all seen her nude before, nude and wet drew some stifled chuckles and a dark look from Jenka. They listened to the FTL transceiver as the Brethren started their attack: "Chase, see if you and your section can split off those destroyers from the convoy." "Roger that, Boss." "This is Crapgame; we're taking a lot of fire from that cruiser; anyone help us out?" "Roger Crapgame, this is Stalker squadron; we're inbound, keep an eye out for us" "This is Echo 3, I'm hit, I'm hit........." "Bravo group to command; we show another six large bogies coming in from 273 mark 121. They're getting reinforcements, but not from the Archemedes facility!" "Stalker to command; I got the Archemedes squadron coming in from 083 mark 17! It's a trap! They got us boxed!" "Command group to all units; execute Plan Delta Four immediately; I say again, execute Delta Four!" "This is Bravo 7; somebody get that guy off my a ............. " Trouble listened in horror as the tide seemed to swing against the Brethren, the running commentary speaking of raider ships being destroyed, and the capital ships taking a beating. Jenka looked up at
Cain. "We can't help them; launch our attack on the Archemedes station." Cain opened his mouth, obviously about to object, but Jenka stared him down. "Now Mister!".

As the ship headed towards its target, Jenka took Trouble down to the armory. "We're both going out in the landing party. I hate to do this, but I want you to keep an eye on Cain's assault group." Trouble drew the standard issue Black Fleet uniform of body armor, Comm helmet and assorted weapons, finding it passing strange for someone in her situation. "These weapons may not be the most powerful in inventory," the armorer explained, "but with luck, they're powerful enough to stop the opposition without doing major damage to the station, and especially the antimatter containment fields." Trouble fingered the dagger they'd given her and sighed .... By the time she was "dressed", and she and Jenka had moved to the airlock, the ship was completing its docking maneuvers. Jenka purrrred as she heard the docking clamps latch. "I guess that code your Master obtained was good; looks like we're in." Just as the inner lock swung open, Cain and his party arrived. "Cain, I'm sending Trouble with you as an observer; she'll make sure we stay coordinated." Cain stared at Jenka for a moment, his face blank, and then with a smile, he turned to Trouble. "It would be my pleasure to entertain the lady again ...... " Trouble shivered within her armor, not liking his tone one bit .....

Then the outer airlock door cycled open and everyone was off, the pirates literally running over the junior officer coming to ascertain their needs. The teams split almost immediately, Jenka's team heading for the command center, and Cain's team heading for the fuel storage area. They hadn't gone too far when the alarms started sounding ...

As they fought their way towards the fuel storage area, Trouble stayed close behind Cain. He really was good at his work, forming fire teams to take out defensive posts, stepping in personally as guards came at them singly or in pairs, a short sword flashing, spattering blood here and there. Trouble's Comm helmet let her keep in touch with Jenka's progress, and she was distressed to hear that they were making slow headway against very stiff resistance. Cain's abilities brought them to the fuel storage area, only slightly behind schedule, where the remaining guards surrendered immediately, not wanting to risk a stray bolt or bullet breaching a containment field. It was then that Trouble's Comm helmet reported that Jenka's team was in danger; apparently they'd been pinned down at a cross-corridor, and were stuck. Cain literally purrrrred. "Well good for her; just what the bitch deserves. OK, Lenny, get your crew moving; I want as much of this fuel transferred to the command ship as possible, but I want to be out of here in 20 minutes; let's move!" Trouble looked at Cain, "Aren't you going to send someone to help her? If she doesn't deactivate the defenses, the command ship will never escape; they'll destroy us as soon as we're at a safe distance." Cain turned to look at Trouble appraisingly. "All that and brains too ... but you're right; besides, those idiots might not kill her as they're supposed to; I guess I'd better go see to that myself and then we'll take the command center". Trouble took a step back, fumbling for her sidearm. "I will not let you hurt her!" Cain just laughed as Lenny's arms encircled Trouble, pinning her arms at her side. "Like a slave would have any say in any of this?"

Trouble growled and brought one foot down hard on Lenny's right foot; she could feel the big ursoid tense as the pain coursed through him, but he didn't let go, so Trouble scissored both legs up, and then back, with all her might trying to bring them up behind her into his crotch. She missed; he was holding her too low against himself, but he did flinch, and that was all Trouble needed to worm free. Cain turned with a growl. "You really are becoming much too much trouble, Trouble, but I can put an end to that ..... " And having said so, he raised his bloody sword and stepped forward. Trouble's sidearm was just clearing its holster, but she knew she'd never be quick enough, even as she tried to backpedal away from the hyena. Just as Cain's eyes reflected his impending triumph, a spear of ruby light lanced out, punching straight into his back, his armor ablating, and then the beam tore through his chest, to punch a pinhole through his frontal armor. Cain staggered and turned, and the beam flicked out again, to catch him in his unarmored throat. Dropping the sword, Cain clawed at his throat, the tissues coagulated and cooked, his neck sliced half in two, as he sank to his knees, and then fell forward onto his face, his body twitching. Trouble's sidearm cleared its holster and she whirled to face Lenny; however the big bear-morph was backing away, paws widespread. Looking back over her shoulder, Trouble saw Samantha Pettigrew emerge from a dark shadow, a laser rifle cradled in her paws. "I thought he might be up to something like this. I'm kinda sorry I was right, but I'm not surprised." Looking over at Trouble, Samantha nodded, "I'll handle things here; we do need to get this stuff loaded and I think I can convince Cain's roughnecks to, ah, 'carry on without him'; you go check in with the Captain." Trouble nodded, and then looked around. "Can I take some of these guys to help reinforce her? It sounded like she was in trouble." Sam just smiled. "Oh, she's OK; that was just a bit of theater to see what Cain here would do. They took the command center about, um, twelve minutes ago." Trouble just sighed and shook her head, and took off down the corridor, seeking her mistress. As she ran, she thought wryly to herself, That was brilliant; Jenka sent me with Cain, so Cain would think I was the one watching him. They never thought to look for someone else watching ……

Trouble found Jenka comfortably seated in the station's command center. A small army of technicians were working furiously to bypass the station's main computer to allow them access to the station's defenses, on the premise that would be faster than trying to hack the command codes. "Cain's dead. He heard about your 'problems' taking this place and decided it would be a good opportunity to shoot you in the back, in the heat of combat. Samantha killed him. She's down there overseeing the fuel transfer." Jenka just nodded. "You might want to listen to how the attack on the fuel convoy is going." Trouble's eyes widened. "They're still at it? The way it sounded earlier I thought they'd have fled by now!" Jenka just grinned and handed her a headset. "Nope; your Master is keeping them busy, buying us time ........ "

The commander of the Elysium military forces guarding the fuel convoy was getting very frustrated; he'd destroyed, or forced off all of the smaller pirate vessels, the so-called "raider" ships, but the larger pirate vessels just wouldn't break off. They had developed some sort of pack-hunting tactic where a number of ships would attack the convoy and as his forces redeployed to face the threat, a ship with a cloaking device would decloak immediately behind one of his ships, to hammer it, until he could bring others to their aid. Who would ever have thought that the pirates could obtain technology like that! Even he couldn't get cloaking technology for his ships! While the pirates were not making any progress towards capturing any of the fuel tankers, his forces were slowly being chewed to pieces. As the cycle started itself once again, he sighed and signaled his Comm officer. "Send a message to headquarters; tell them that we're hard pressed, that the ambush did not go quite as planned and that despite fearsome losses the pirates are still attacking. Request reinforcements." The Comm officer nodded, wide-eyed, knowing this would not be well-received back home, but turned to his task with vigor as that damn pirate ship uncloaked directly behind the convoy's flagship, to start firing weapons at them.

"Echo leader to command: we're headed in again; this time we're going after the lead escort. We'll draw them off ahead of the convoy." "Roger that, Echo Leader, we'll come in behind the tail-most ship; keep up the pressure!" "Echo three to Echo leader: that last torpedo got through our antimissile defenses. Shields are down to 17%, and we've lost power to weapons; we're gonna have to withdraw." "Echo Leader to Echo Three: go ahead, but don't leave their sensor envelope; not yet. We want them to think they're being swarmed. Do what damage control you can and stand by." "Echo Three, roger that." "Brethren Command from Black Fleet Command: we have the station; repeat we have the station. Fuel transfer in progress. We'll set our charges and be out of here in twenty; repeat, out of here in twenty." "Good work, Jenka, but there's no hurry. We're going to keep after these guys for a while; got something else in the works." Jenka turned to look at Trouble, one eyebrow raised; Trouble just looked back and shrugged, not having any idea at all what her Master was talking about.

Samantha strode into the command center. "We've stuffed our ship to the gills; every bit of antimatter that we can take has been transferred. I've got demo experts setting charges now that should vaporize this place. All the prisoners have been transferred and we're just about ready to go." Jenka smiled and nodded. "Good work, Sam, and thanks!" Rising, she signaled to the others to start the evacuation. Trouble thought it curious that after all the hard work the techs had put in trying to prepare for a counterattack, they left as if delighted that their handiwork wouldn't have to be put to the test ........

The manager of the Sirroca Province financial exchange couldn't believe his eyes. He stood with paws raised, amongst a throng of his workers as pirates ravaged his office! Never before had pirates been so bold as to raid the surface of Elysium. Where were the Militia? How could they leave so important an institution undefended? He watched, aghast as the pirates accessed the terminals, seeming to know all the passwords, or at least enough to gain access to the system. Helpless, he watched as funds were irretrievably transferred, stocks and bonds sold, or their ownership changed, and worse, far worse, the entire record of the last year's fiscal transactions downloaded! Now those ruffians would know the intimate financial dealings of every major corporation, or notable personage on the entire planet, if not the whole sector! That information alone would be worth billions of credits!

"Mayday! Mayday! This is the Elysium Militia Cruiser Vindicator. We have taken a torpedo amidships and are breaking up! Life support is failing; shields are down ... Mayd ........ " The commander of the fuel convoy listened in horror as one of his major assets was destroyed by those blasted pirates! The reinforcements from Elysium were still minutes away, and while he had been making great strides at eliminating his attackers, they'd been having almost as much success destroying his command. A cry from one of his bridge officers brought his attention back as yet another hit-and-run attack commenced, this time on the trailing edge of the convoy ......

The lion grinned as he watched the Elysium reinforcements draw near, just as he'd hoped. "OK, Ben, lets have everyone start falling back towards the distant side of the convoy; lets make it look like we're running." Ben nodded and grinned. "Ready to launch our babies?" The lion looked thoughtful for a moment. "No, lets wait a bit; don't want to tip our hand too soon ... "

The reinforcements from Elysium charged through the convoy formation, like the Cavalry to the rescue, the pirates fleeing before them, scattering. Just as they were closing to weapons range, the formation's commander got a rude shock as every single pirate ship still on his scanners cloaked! With a growl, he ordered his ships to reform and to join up with the convoy. They had almost closed the gap when his sensor officer gave a yelp of alarm; "Sir! We show twelve small objects decloaking! They appear to be torpedoes, headed for the fuel tankers!" Without a second thought, the commander ordered his ships to reverse course and to flee! Yes, they might have stopped many of those torpedoes had they stayed, but if even one got through, the resulting explosion would destroy his entire command!

The commander of the convoy watched in horror as his rescuers abandoned him; ordering his ships to target the torpedoes he settled back in his command chair, knowing it would be too little, too late. His magnificently planned ambush had turned into a deadly trap. As the torpedoes approached, first one, and then three flared, incinerated by the energy weapons or antimissile missiles of the defenders, A fifth one flared just kilometers short of its target, and then the others struck home. The third tanker in line vanished in a cataclysmic explosion, and no one would ever know if the other tankers were struck or simply went up with a sympathetic detonation ........

Jenka purrrred as the Archemedes fuel station vanished in a blinding light that a fraction of a second later destroyed the probe they'd left behind. Trouble didn't notice; she was sitting by the Comm console, listening intently to the message traffic as the Brethren pulled back from the attack on the convoy. She looked up as Jenka padded over to her. "Whats happening, little one?" Trouble shrugged, "I'm not sure; it sounds as if the Brethren continued to assault the convoy for way after they had any chance of capturing any of the tankers. Elysium launched a second force, but just as they were arriving at the location of the convoy something happened. The rescuers fled, and the convoy appears to have been destroyed. Something about cloaked torpedoes fired at the tankers ........ " Jenka hmmmmmmed. "The cost to cloak a ship is incredible; to cloak a torpedo would not be cost effective. Unless you had one hell of an ulterior motive ...... " Trouble just shrugged, "Now all I'm getting is maydays and damage reports from the rescue force; they seem to have taken heavy damage from the exploding convoy ..... "

That evening Trouble spent the night in Jenka's bed; they were both understandably exhausted, and it was fairly late the next "morning" when Trouble awakened her mistress, using just her tongue, licking gently at that sweet spot between her big toes ........ It seems victory in battle was a powerful aphrodisiac for Jenka, and much to Trouble's surprise, Jenka turned and "pounced" her, with the pair winding up in the classic "69", with Trouble, of course, on the bottom. Purrrrring, Trouble licked up into Jenka's pussy, her paws reaching down along her body to play with her mistress' hanging breasts. Concentrating on her clitty, Trouble sucked and licked and nibbled until she felt Jenka stiffening, foretelling an impending climax, and then with a grin, she shifted her attention, to slither her tongue deep into her velvet passage, its tip wriggling softly, stroking and teasing, and yet not teasing enough to bring her to a climax. Alternating between her pussy and her clitty, Trouble did her very best (despite Jenka's most excellent efforts to distract her) to simply hold Jenka on the very edge, until she felt her own passions soaring; timing it just right she flicked Jenka's clitty rapidly with her tonguetip, managing to send her into the arms of her climax within moments of Trouble's own. It must have been at least three more "mutual" climaxes before Jenka would let her up; then it was off to attend to Jenka's bath, and wardrobe, and then Jenka led the still nude Trouble by a leash off to the day's business. At least I'm not wearing that damn corset, Trouble thought to herself.

Jenka spent the day busy with concerns for the wounded pirates, busy with the efforts to correctly stow and secure the massive amounts of antimatter they'd stolen, busy with the thousand and one logistical details that follow any such operation. Trouble played secretary as best she could, kneeling at Jenka's feet, or following her around from this department to the next. It was towards the end of the day when they stopped by Operations. Things there were fairly quiet; they'd checked in with their surviving ships, the ones that had participated on the abortive raid on the fuel convoy. Losses had been heavy; heavier than expected, and they were going to have to work hard to rebuild their forces. "Jack, I guess you understand what Cain's death means," Jenka purrrred. The wolf looked up, "Aside from the obvious security concerns of his followers wanting revenge?" Jenka smiled and nodded. "Oh, that I think we can handle; many of those types are such that they'll follow the furr they perceive as the strongest leader, and with his death that leaves them with me. Others, I think we can identify, and weed out, hopefully quietly and without violence. But beyond that, I seem to be in the market for a new Chief of Operations. Any recommendations?" Trouble smiled as she watched; it was obvious that he wanted the position himself, but was having trouble just saying so. "Weeeeeeel, lets see; Samantha obviously would be a good choice, as would Davis ......... but on the other paw, I've been Cain's assistant for a good number of years ....... " Jenka smiled, "Y ou're right; Samantha would be a good choice, but I think I'll give it to you instead, at least for the time being. Lets see what you can do with it." With a grin, Jenka handed Jack the end of Trouble's lead. "Here, why don't you go celebrate. I think this place can take care of itself for a while .... "

Trouble purrrrrred softly as she watched the sway of Jack's hips as he led her towards his quarters. I think I'm going to have fun tonight, she thought to herself. No sooner were they inside the door to Jack's modest quarters, when he turned to unclip the leash; not giving him time to react, Trouble threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly. As his arms went around her waist, pulling her close, Trouble could feel that he was already hard, his cock pressing into her tummy through the fabric of his pants. Breaking the kiss, Trouble fell to her knees to work on the opening to his pants, and a moment later they were in a pile around his ankles, her mouth fastened around the head of his cock. He moaned and caressed her head as she vigorously sucked him off, her head bobbing back and forth rapidly, his hard shaft slipping between her lips, her tongue dancing over its length. As she expected, he came after only a few minutes, his cock spurting an amazing amount of cum onto the back of her tongue. Licking him clean, she looked up at his face. "Oooooo, you've been saving that up for a long time, haven't you?" He just grinned and pulled her to her feet, to kiss her again, a softer kiss, sensual, and languid. Trouble melted into his arms, holding herself tight against his muscular body. It wasn't long before he was hard again, and Trouble maneuvered him back until he fell backwards onto his bed; pursuing, Trouble took a stance crouched over his hips. Holding his cock with both paws she slowly dragged its head back and forth along her furrow, until it glistened with her moisture. Then, holding it juuuuust so, she sank down onto his shaft with a heartfelt sigh. She held still for a moment, just gazing down at him; he crossed his arms behind his head and gazed back, as if wondering what she'd do next. Trouble purrrrred and started to exercise her vaginal muscles, tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing, squeezing his cock. Jack ooooooohed, a delighted grin on his face. Trouble then varied her rhythmic contractions, to ripple her muscles along the length of his shaft, milking him, moving as if to draw his cock further up into her pussy, were that possible. Jack ooooooohed again and moved his paws to caress Trouble's breasts. "Tthat's very good; how'd you learn to do that?" Trouble just chuckled and started to move, bending at her knees, rising and falling just a little on his cock. "Oh, I've had some good teachers ..... " Jack moaned in agreement, his paws gently squeezing her breasts. Trouble giggled and rolled her hips, almost as if doing the hula, making his cock vary the angle at which it entered her; she mewled herself, from the sensations that gave her, and started to ride his cock a little faster. By this point he was moving too, raising his hips, trying to meet her motions. Before long, Trouble was panting, riding his cock as hard as she could, and he was howling, just seconds away from release. Unlike her approach with Jenka, Trouble had no intentions to tease Jack; this was supposed to be his "reward" and she intended to give him as many orgasms as she could squeeze out of his body. As she felt his cock start to spurt, filling her pussy with what cum he had left, Trouble giggled and wondered if Jenka was videotaping this one as well?

Trouble spent the night fucking Jack in as many ways as she knew how; standing, doggie style, with her bent double, her feet over her head, and so forth. Every time she could stroke his cock back to hardness she was off. Towards morning he developed the most incredible staying power, as if she could get his cock hard, but he'd run out of orgasms ...... not that Trouble minded, as she was getting about three or four climaxes to each of his orgasms at that point. Finally Jack tore the sheets of his bed into strips, to tie Trouble up tight, to stop her relentless pursuit of his cock. She was delivered to Jenka in this manner, the next morning, both Jack laughing and Trouble giggling uncontrollably over it as she was carried back to her mistress.

The rendezvous was carried out in interstellar space, far from prying eyes. Trouble returned to the lion as she'd left, naked and at the end of Jenka's leash. The lion gave her a long hot kiss, and then swatted her on the can, telling her to get her ass down to Intelligence, that there were some matters that required her immediate attention. As she strode off, the leash dangling limply between her breasts, a glance back showed Jenka and the lion moving towards the lounge, arm in arm, talking amiably.

Trouble was buried in intercept reports, trying to analyze just what was left of the Elysium military, when Zassa interrupted her with a kiss. Trouble turned, and blinked and then hugged Zassa tight. "Hello, dear; Lord, it's good to see you again!" Zassa grinned, "You going to work all night? You're going to miss the celebration!" Trouble blinked. "What celebration ... ?" Zassa grinned and leaned past her to scroll down, way down, on her e-mail list; there near the bottom was a message announcing a celebration in the cafeteria at 20:00 hours. Trouble glanced at the time display in the corner of the screen; 21:37 hrs. Turning back to Zassa, Trouble found the vixen wagging a finger in her face. "Naughty naughty; they're not pleased with you at all! Better get your cute ass down there! Come on!"

Trouble followed Zassa as the vixen literally ran towards the cafeteria, all the while wishing she could just go get a nice hot bath and someone's comfortable bed. As they neared the cafeteria, the sounds of raucous celebration were heard; Zassa made it about two steps through the doorway, before someone grabbed her to kiss her hard, and Trouble slowed to watch. The way Zassa kissed back, she either knew (and liked) the furr that had grabbed her, or was just in the mood. Definitely in the mood. As she grinned, watching Zassa, she felt arms go around her waist from behind; turning she found Slasher grinning at her, and before she knew it she too was heavily involved in a kiss. Reggie was next and she hugged him hard as she kissed him. Then someone handed her a drink and as the crowd shifted, she was swept away from them. She tried wading through the crowd, looking for Zassa, or Hinoki, or her Master, or even Jenka, but the press of furrs was too thick. It wasn't until someone grabbed her and hoisted her up to plant a loud kiss in her navel that she spotted the characteristic black of Jenka's fur across the crowded room. Trouble purrrred and squirmed, grinding her hips against his chest, to the hoots and catcalls of his friends; as he lowered her, she kissed him hard and dashed off into the crowd. On the way she ran across Hinoki; he was gagged, and on his knees by a fetching coyote fem dressed in a skintight translucent dress. "Oh, Hi Charlotte! What are you doing with Hinoki?" Charlotte blushed. "Ah, well, hope you don't mind; while you were away, seems your pet here lost a small wager with me; we're taking out his losses in, ah, 'trade'." Trouble laughed and kissed Charlotte, and then bent to kiss Hinoki on the top of his head. "No, not at all; as his debts are currently mine, I'm more than happy for him to work them off; but of course, I suppose I'll have to punish him for betting foolishly in the first place, won't I?" Charlotte beamed and nodded, "Let me know if you need any help!" Trouble nodded and winked and dashed off to continue her search for her Master.

Trouble found Jenka seated with the lion, along with Ben, and Jack, and a few other of the senior officers. Trouble winked at Jenka and sashayed up to the lion to give him a hot kiss, not surprised at all when he dragged her into his lap. "Jenka tells me you've been quite naughty!" Trouble did her best to give him her wide-eyed innocent look. "Who, me?" He grinned and nodded, "Something about you having to be tied up, to keep you from pestering the staff." Trouble's eyes instantly darted to Jack, who blushed under his fur. "Ah, I see by your guilty look that it is indeed true! I also hear that you love to tease Jenka. I believe she mentioned that she had to threaten you in order to make you give her a climax?"

Trouble just grinned and looked down. "Um, well ... ah ..... "

"Uh-huh. Thought so," the lion grinned. "You realize of course that such behavior brings dishonor on me, and the Brethren, and that we'll have to find a suitable punishment .... " Trouble did her best to look horrified, and meek, as she nodded her head, but thought to herself, As long as its from you, as long as I'm with you, I'll gladly suffer whatever "indignities" you care to visit upon me ....The lion grinned and nodded. "Well, we'll have to think of something special, something appropriate, but in the meantime, I think you need to dance for us." And with that he lifted Trouble off his lap to set her on the floor next to his chair.

Trouble thought furiously, reviewing all the dances she'd been taught ... After a moment she smiled and turned to face the gathering crowd, noting that they'd all quieted, turning to watch. Striding over to Emily, a lady mink she knew from accounting, she borrowed a long thin scarf Emily had been using as a belt. Placing the belt on the floor at a strategic spot, she turned, taking a wide, defiant stance, facing the lion, watching him. She stared into his eyes, smiling, her paws pressed to the tops of her thighs, in front, a challenging and seductive look. Her tail lashed to some slow beat that only she could hear, and her hips began to sway gently. Her paws glided down, fingertips pushing through her soft fur, and then she dragged them back up, her fingertips framing her feminine treasures. Trouble purrrred as her fingers drifted up her sides, so that her palms defined and accentuated the roundness of her breasts. One foot moved in, slowly, to meet the other, and then softly slid behind her; spinning on the balls of her feet, she half turned, her tail a slender streamer as her bare backside swung into the lion's view. Trouble's hips swayed with the sudden livening of the unheard beat, the muscular hemisphere's of the cheetah's buttocks rubbing together in provocative suggestion immediately carried out when her fingers glided around her hips, to follow the underside of their curves. Gently she squeezed the globes of her ass, as her head turned, her expression impish and teasing, to catch the lion's expression. Trouble purrrrrred, a deep rich sound as she beheld the look on his face.

Trouble tossed her head back, the ends of her hair rubbing softly back and forth along the upper curves of her ass as her entire body rocked back and forth, fluid and bending like a willow branch, neck bending so that her head always followed the motion last. She thrust out her bottom, still sensuously massaging her firm cheeks, separating them as her hips sway with her body in time to the imaginary music. As she swayed, her tail rose, to reveal something, then snapping down to hide whatever it may have been .... Again she peeked at the lion's expression, and grinned wickedly. Bending over, Trouble snagged the length of silk from its place on the floor, pulling it upwards as her body sways. She kicked a foot off the ground, spinning her body around, her foot coming down to face the lion, with her feet widespread, her body leaning forward. Sloooowly she pulled one paw up over her head, the other held low, the streamer of silk slithering up her body, between her breasts, deepening her cleavage, its lower reaches pretending to hide her sex from view.

Trouble's eyes were hungry, predatory, as she shifted from one bending leg to the other, fist holding that swishing piece of silk firmly in place over her sex as her other paw slid up her body to cup a breast, its pink nipple pierced with silver standing proud. Trouble's eyes closed and her expression grew dreamy as her paw, holding the bunched silk to her sex, sloooowly started massaging, stroking herself oblivious to the hungry eyes devouring her; she purrrred and started swaying again, the occasional tremor barely perceived as she swayed. After a moment, Trouble's eyes opened and she grinned knowingly at the lion, her paw lifting the silk to her muzzle, for her to deeply inhale the aroma of her own arousal. Her eyes became slits as they sought out the lion's eyes, as she wantonly licked at the damp silk ......

With a sudden flash of movement, Trouble's fist flew up, the silk streamering behind, and then just as sharply down behind her; with a grin, her other fist descended between her thighs, to catch the end of the silk, to whip it up between her thighs, the silk pulling tightly against her sex. Moving with increasing fury, the silk would fly up, and then down, and then be drawn up again between her thighs, the tension such that it would visibly part her sex, and then it would be flying up in the air again, the pattern to be repeated. The dance continued, until wordlessly, Trouble shuddered, the sensations of the flying silk too much for her to stand ..........

Straightening, Trouble raised her muzzle to gaze into the lion's eyes, letting him drink her up with his lusty gaze ....... As she caught her breath, Trouble's paws slid up her sides, drawing eloquent circles about her breasts. Then, as she moved, the end of the silk looped around her neck, to be rapidly tied by her deft fingers in a half-hitch, making a leash of it. Clutching the silk between the twin peaks of her breasts, she looked about, searching in some purposeful and lusty fashion, her hips rocking gently to the tempo of the imaginary music, until her gaze finally settled on a tie-down, embedded in the floor near the lion's feet. Trouble purrrrred, stalking the ring of metal, eyeing it seductively; falling to her knees, she secured herself to the ring, the silk going taut between the floor and her neck as she leaned back. As her body tilted back, her hips rose and moved forward, until her moist sex pressed against the taut silk, rubbing it, stroking it, wetting it with her arousal. Trouble lay her head back, opening herself to the lion's view. Her breath quickened, her chest heaved, nipples stiff and prominent, their rings glittering, as her hips moved to a wanton, needful meter, as she ground her sensitive bits harder and harder against the taut silk in a definite rhythm that faltered more and more frequently. Suddenly she mewled and trembled, her body arched, her dripping sex pressed hard into the fabric, the intensity of her expressions poignant as the feelings exploded within her, rocking her to her very foundations, soon leaving her wilted and panting, held up only by the silk leash about her throat.

The room was silent for a moment, and then exploded with cheers and applause. Trouble slowly bent forward, allowing the silk to fall loosely down her front, as she rose her eyes to that of the lion. He smiled a knowing smile at her, and nodded slowly. "Jenka was right; you are a major tease ....... but in your dance I believed you've defined your punishment .... " Trouble looked up at her Master, thinking, Oh, crap, now what have I gotten myself into? "I think, little one, having aroused just about every living soul in both fleets, that you'll stay tied to that eyebolt, as you've so conveniently done, until everyone you've aroused has had their way with you. Starting with me!" With that, the lion gave Jenka a wink and rose, to drop his pants. Trouble's eyes widened slightly at the size of his erection, and then she smiled; at least she'd had the desired effect on him .......

The lion moved around behind Trouble, forcing her onto paws and knees, to drive his cock into her dripping snatch with one powerful thrust. To the catcalls and cheers of the crowd, he proceeded to fuck her roughly, his claws twitching out to hold her hips as he bucked against her. For her part, Trouble just lowered her chest to the deck, head nestled on crossed arms, and delighted in the feel of her master's cock within her. His pounding drove her to a quick and powerful climax; of course, afterwards, she couldn't resist continuing the tease. She worked her vaginal muscles around his driving cock, caressing him unseen, milking him, until at last, with a roar, he jerked his cock from within her, to spray his seed over her back. As the lion moved around to let her lick him clean, Trouble saw Jenka rise, to take the lion's place ..... Jenka had stripped off her outfit, to don a harness holding a strap-on dildo, that if anything, was more fearsome than the lion's cock. Worse, she was carrying that damn corset, and before Trouble knew what was happening, strong paws from either side of her were drawing the strings tight! Then Jenka got down to business, and given the size of the dildo, and the compression of her insides, it wasn't long before the big pantheress had driven Trouble to at least three screaming climaxes, the rubbing of the little rubber nubs inside the harness also making Jenka gasp and moan, much to the delight of the crowd. From there, Trouble lost count, with male after male taking her from behind, with the occasional male, or female presenting their sex to her muzzle to be licked ......

It must have been around the beginning of the day shift when Zassa came to collect Trouble. Somewhere along the line she'd fallen asleep (or just passed out), literally in a puddle of cum. The last thing she remembered was being held in a bizarre posture, one furr driving his cock into her ass, another in her pussy, a third pushing her breasts together, his hard cock between them, a fourth in her mouth, and one cock in each paw ...... Zassa had to help Trouble down to the lion's quarters; for the strangest reason she seemed to be having difficulty walking. Most of her fatigue fell away though, when they entered the lion's bedroom, to find him crouched by the side of the bed, his tongue buried deep in Jenka's pussy. Trouble and Zassa watched for a moment as he took Jenka repeatedly to the brink of a climax, and then sat back, teasing in exactly the way Trouble had been reprimanded for ...... After one such bout, with Jenka sprawled across his bed panting heavily, the lion looked up at Trouble and just winked. Jenka, though, caught the motion, and tilted her head way back to look at Trouble. "Lord, child you're a mess!" Then Jenka giggled, "You know, Trouble, the one thing we didn't do while you were with the Black Fleet; for all the times you licked me to a marvelous climax, I never did get around to repaying you in kind. Come over here and let me lick at you, while your master exercises that marvelous tongue of his; I'm convinced that with practice he'll get it right yet!" With that, Trouble padded (waddled) over to Jenka, as she squirmed around to dangle her head off the far side of the bed; as the lion started licking again at Jenka's pussy, Jenka's tongue darted out to dance over Trouble's clitty .......

Zassa watched for a moment and then giggled; moving around the bed, she laid down on her back and scooted back to wedge her head between the lion's thighs. He moaned delightfully as Zassa's tongue found his hard cock .........

It must have been the next day when they finally saw Jenka off at the airlock. Arrangements had been made for splitting the booty, and discussions had been held on future joint operations. During one of the pauses from the previous day's floating orgy, Jenka had remarked on the operations on Elysium; the lion just shrugged. "With all the messages flying back and forth, I anticipated that some of them would be intercepted; as a result, I had a contingency operation planned. I'd never dreamed that you'd have problems with your command structure like you did, Jenka, and I have to admit, it's a situation I should consider here ......... " Jenka nodded and then reached out to stroke some fur, and the train of conversation had been lost ...... until now. "You take care of yourself, hairball, and keep an eye on Trouble too. If you ever get tired of her, you just let me know; I'll make you an offer you won't better anywhere else!" Trouble smiled and kissed Jenka goodbye. The lion just smiled. "You take care too, watch who you choose to let close to you; the wrong fur can rip your heart out, if you know what I mean." Jenka just smiled and then the lock was hissing closed, with Trouble pondering the meaning of her Master's last statement .......

End of Chapter 18

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