Chapter 4 - Chapter 4

And another chapter, after a 1-week delay. I'm expecting 1 or maybe 2 more chapters for this story.
Note: there's a bit of violence near the end, though it's not too explicit.
Content: ff, fm, bj, anal, fisting

Zyria didn't know exactly how long she lay on the bench, arms and legs shackled to its legs and ass clenched, trying to keep the dildo in. She heard the occasional muffled scream through the door. She still couldn't determine if they were screams of pleasure or pain.

Eventually, as her limbs were starting to cramp up, the door opened and she craned her neck to see. Miri came in, her maid's outfit torn and covered in cum and with red handprints on her breasts. She looked a little dazed, but shook her head when her eyes met Zyria's.

She flashed a small, crooked smile and bent down to unshackle Zyria.

"Tomorrow," she whispered, almost inaudibly, when she came around to Zyria's front to unshackle her hands.

"Tomorrow," Zyria agreed, then asked, in a normal voice, "Do they want anything more from us tonight?"

The shackles fell to the floor and Miri stood up. "The Master and Mistress have dismissed us for the evening," she said, formally, glancing at the half-open door.

Zyria sighed. They still needed to be careful.  Then the sigh unexpectedly turned into a moan as Miri got a grip on the dildo still buried in Zyria's asshole and slowly pulled it out. It sent a bolt of heat straight to Zyria's clit.

"How was your punishment?" Miri asked, dildo flopping in her hand as she closed the bedroom door. There was a click and a mechanical whir as it locked itself.

"It was... okay," Zyria said, getting off the bench but leaning against it as her knees wobbled. "You can see that dildo, and she wasn't gentle with it but, well..." she trailed off and continued in a lower voice, "it still felt pretty good."

She was glad that a blush wasn't visible through her current body's fur, since she felt her cheeks heat up with the shameful admission.

Miri looked at her sympathetically. "You've got to find your fun where you can, here." She began stripping off her shredded clothes and dropped the dildo on top of them. "The Master was pretty rough with me, too, and I'm going to have some trouble sitting down for a while - he likes to spank me," she added, at Zyria's questioning look, "but I try to concentrate on the pleasure." She sighed. "He has a great dick, at least."

Zyria was feeling a little steadier on her feet and began stripping off her own clothes as well.

"Shower, then bed?" she asked.

Miri took her hand on the way, and her fingers twitched against Zyria's palm. Tomorrow morning.

***

Zyria woke up early the next morning. Miri's arm was flung over her torso and her face was buried in the crook of Zyria's neck.

Zyria allowed herself a few minutes to bask in the closeness. She hadn't really interacted much with Miri before she'd gotten to the Blaidwicks' apartment, but she was quickly coming to appreciate her company. She glanced at the clock, careful not to wake Miri by moving too much. Fifteen minutes until the door unlocked, and forty-five until their 'owners' would expect them to get started on breakfast. That gave them plenty of time to work on the collars.

She stretched and carefully removed Miri's arm, then gently shook her.

"Whaf?" Miri mumbled.

"Time to wake up," Zyria whispered.

She watched as Miri rolled onto her back and slowly opened her eyes, wincing briefly as her abused butt made contact with the mattress. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, then sat up abruptly.

"Right!" she said, turning it into a whisper at the last second. "Have to get ready for the day." She winked at Zyria.

With a jerk of her head, she directed Zyria toward a wall panel while she went to the closet and dug out the tools. Zyria had the panel off in moments and quickly found the right cables to disable the camera in their room. She bent to her work as Miri came up behind her and carefully opened up the back of her collar.

"I'm going to talk you through what I'm doing here so you can do mine afterwards," she explained as she put her tools to use. Zyria remembered not to nod just in time.

Zyria tried to concentrate on the cables in her fingers as a nervous knot grew in her stomach. Soon, they could try to make their escape.

"Oh, this is better!" Miri whispered, after a few minutes. "I can leave one of the data paths connected. That should mean it will take longer for the security system to notice it's not working properly anymore. We'll have a couple of hours to pick our moment."

Zyria grunted in agreement as her colleague continued her work.

***

"Done!"

Zyria almost sagged in relief when Miri closed the back of her collar again.

"Great! Quick, switch places with me so I can do yours. We still have half an hour until we need to be outside."

They moved quickly, Miri taking over Zyria's efforts on the cabling without missing a beat and Zyria opening up the back of Miri's collar with a quick swipe of a molecular de-bonder.

"I managed to do better than I expected," Miri said, as Zyria looked over the other tools.

She had just put a tool to one of the circuit traces, at Miri's direction, when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Pet, Miri! Get out here! We have a visitor!"

Zyria looked around wildly, feeling her heart leap into her throat. Miri turned her head and they exchanged a look.

"Yes, Mistress!" Zyria called.

"May we get cleaned up and dressed first, please?" Miri added.

There was a huff from outside the door. "Five minutes!"

Zyria looked into Miri's wide eyes. "I can't get this done in five minutes!" she whispered.

Miri frowned and wiped her hair from her eyes. "We should be good for a couple of hours. So... We'll try to get back here as soon as possible and do mine. Just try to act normal."

Zyria nodded, slowly. They'd managed to endure until now. They could wait a little while longer for their chance. "You gonna be OK? Your collar still works."

Miri nodded firmly. "Close it back up, then let's get ready quickly."

Zyria cursed under her breath.

The two of them rushed into the shower, Miri whispering to her in explanation of what she'd achieved with Zyria's collar while the rushing water covered her voice.

***

Four minutes later, the door was flung open. Zyria was pulling on yet another short black skirt while Miri was tying on the apron of her maids' uniform.

"Mistress?" Miri asked, submissively, reacting more quickly than Zyria.

Irina's eyes swept over the two of them, taking in their damp but neat hair and the way they were dressed.

"Good," she said. "Come to the kitchen and get started on breakfast. We're eating earlier today, and our guest will need breakfast too." She smirked. "I'll finally get a chance to show you off!"

She turned on her heel and strode away. Miri and Zyria followed after her, struggling to finish getting dressed while they walked. They didn't see Irina's 'guest' on the way to the kitchen, and then they were too busy cooking breakfast to give it too much thought.

Soon, however, they were finished setting the table for three and doling out portions of toast, eggs and bacon, and Miri peeked around the door to the hall and called out. "Mistress? Breakfast is ready!"

She joined Zyria by the wall on the other side of the table and they tried to look demure and subservient as they heard footsteps and low voices approach the kitchen.

When Zyria saw who entered the room behind Irina, she almost choked.

"You!" she snarled, stepping forward without thinking. There was an unpleasant tingle at the back of her neck and, fortunately, she remembered Miri's explanation of her work on the collar. She'd disabled its ability to affect her nerves in any real way, but this tingle meant that it was attempting to use its pain induction. Even in her agitated state she remembered herself and let herself fall forward, letting out what she hoped was a passable imitation of a scream of pain.

From her position on the floor, she could still make out the figure looking down at her. When he nudged her with his foot and pushed her on her back, it took some effort to keep her grimace of pain from turning into an expression of disgust.

The tingle vanished suddenly. Zyria took a deep breath and growled, "Kennan!"

"That's Director Kennan to you, pet," Irina chided.

"I was told that your new owners already told you that the leadership of the SID has an... agreement with them," Kennan told her, grinning evilly as Zyria struggled back upright. "Now that we gave them you, I had to visit here and see for myself. I like your new look, by the way." He leered at her and turned to Lee. "You and your wife have good taste," he said.

Zyria stood rooted in place, her fists clenching and unclenching as her mind raced. The Blaidwicks had told her that the higher-ups of the SID were in on the 'sale' of extra duplicates, but Kennan's presence was still a surprise. She'd always respected him, and she was having difficulty processing the fact that he was involved in this.

She was still thinking when Lee and Irina pushed past her a moment later on their way to the table. Irina slapped her ass in passing and commanded, "Go stand by your friend again, pet. I know that our guest was a bit of a surprise for you but you still need to maintain proper decorum."

Seething, Zyria took up her position again. She knew she could attack them, and with her collar sabotaged they couldn't stop her that way, but Miri's collar was still working and neural induction at high power could do real damage. She had to wait for her moment.

***

Breakfast seemed to last forever. Zyria kept grinding her teeth each time Kennan spoke. He complimented the Blaidwicks on their apartment and on their 'girls,' and each his gaze kept going to Zyria, looking her up and down and turning into a leer. Zyria had had no idea he had been hiding this sick interest in her at her time at the SID, and every look made her want to claw his face off. The only way she managed to get through breakfast was by distracting herself and mentally planning their escape in every way she could think of.

Finally, it was over. The eaters stood up and Irina waved at Zyria and Miri. "You girls clean up and eat something and then come see us in the sitting room."

She turned and followed the men out of the room, leaving Miri and Zyria to their work. Neither of them spoke while they cleared the table. Since she'd gotten here, Zyria had been surprised at the quiet satisfaction she got from simple work like this, but today she kept getting distracted. Eventually, she couldn't contain herself any more.

"Kennan!" she hissed.

Miri shrugged. "We knew there was someone form the leadership involved in all this. Now we know one of them." She turned her back to the camera and shot Zyria a significant look. "Not that it matters, since we're stuck here."

Playing to the microphones, Zyria thought. But not much longer now. We just have to get through this visit. We just need fifteen minutes alone.

When they'd finished clearing the table they ate quickly, then put away those plates and cutlery, too.

Zyria heard Miri take a deep breath.

"Come on, we'd better get out there," she said. Zyria squeezed her hand on the way to the door.

***

In the living room, Kennan and Lee were sitting together on the couch, gesturing at a tabled on the table in front of them while they talked animatedly about some kind of business deal. Irina was sitting in the armchair, fingers tapping on the armrest while she watched her own tablet. She looked up as soon as Zyria and Miri entered.

"Ah, girls!" She dropped the tablet onto the chair and stood up, waving them forward. "Come, come. By the table. Show the Director the result of his organization's efforts!"

Zyria stepped forward, a muscle in her cheek twitching as she fought to keep her expression from turning into a snarl. The men looked up from their tablet. Lee smiled possessively at her and Miri, while Kennan looked her up and down slowly, his lips twisting into an unpleasant, satisfied smirk.

"Bio-Engineering did good work," he said.  "I'd congratulate them, but there are too many of the who aren't aware of our arrangement." He laughed.

"Training has been going well," Irina said, having come up behind Zyria. she hooked a finger through the ring on her collar and pulled her close. "Hasn't it, pet?" she murmured in her ear.

"Yes, Mistress," Zyria said, as a little shiver went through her at the feeling of Irina's breath on her ear. She really liked how sensitive this body's ears were. If they had to wait to get out of here, at least it would feel good.

"Now, I think the Director would like a better look. So get rid of those clothes."

A scratch behind the ear, and then Irina stepped back. Zyria looked down and began by pulling her top over her head. She was very aware of Kennan's eyes on her as her breasts popped free. The room was heated, but the air was still cool on her nipples and, combined with the feeling of excitement she didn't bother to suppress, her nipples hardened immediately.

The time that she'd been here had thought her the value of a performance, so she shimmied her hips and flicked her tail as she slowly peeled her skirt off, dropped it to the floor, and stepped of it, stretching her legs languorously. If she could keep her captors and their guest distracted, they hopefully wouldn't suspect that she was only waiting for a few minutes alone with Miri.

"Oh, very good," Irina purred.

"I agree," Kennan leered, shifting in his seat.

"I think our guest would like a closer look," Irina said, approaching Zyria again and pushing her forward with a hand on her butt.

Zyria stepped around the glass-topped coffee table and approached the Director, still avoiding his gaze. She'd always been aware that he was an attractive man, with broad shoulders and hair that was starting to gray just a little at the temples, but he was -- had been -- her boss. Knowing that he was involved in something like this didn't make him more attractive, though the excitement af the situation was still getting to her.

She stopped in from of him and he reached out a hand and tentatively touched the outside of her thigh.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time. Wasn't expecting the fur, though."

Zyria suppressed a grimace as his hand trailed upward, then shivered as it moved back and brushed the base of her tail.

"Nor the tail," Kennan went on,. "It's… interesting." He turned to Lee. "But after this, I'm going to have to think about maybe having another clone made, a simple duplicate of the original."

He squeezed her butt and brushed against her tail again. Heat radiated up her body at the contact.

"Do you mind?" Kennan asked Lee.

"Go ahead. I've had some fun with her already, so I can start out with Miri today." He beckoned Miri over to him.

"Good," Kennan said, smiling like a shark. "Right then, Agent Zumtri. Sit down on the table and let me get a feel for Bio-Engineering's latest masterpiece."

Zyria's lips twitched as she suppressed a growl at Kenna's clinical description, but she took a step back an sat down on the low table, leaning back on her hands and thrusting out her modest chest. She might as well try to get some pleasure out of this.

Kennan's hands were on her thighs immediately as he leaned forward and pushed her legs apart. Then he moved them to her left leg, lifting it up and trailing his fingers over the muscles and her knee and down to the digitigrade ankle she still wasn't quite used to seeing in herself -- though the Imprinting process meant she had no trouble walking.

"The techs were really excited to work on the design for such a divergent duplicate, you know," he said as his fingers dug into the muscles of her lower leg. He raised his eyebrows as the claws on her toes slid out.

"Oh! Dangerous!" he said. "It's a good thing your owners have you well-trained, isn't it?"

Zyria wanted to show him just how dangerous those claws were, but this was not the time. "Yes, sir," she said, meekly.

"Good."

His hands moved up again, the fur tickling as he brushed it against the grain until her reached her hips again. One hand continued upward, caressing her torso on the way to her breast, while the other came to a rest just next to her pussy.

"Oh, kitty's pussy is getting wet!"

The was a giggle from behind Zyria, and she turned her head to see Irina standing right behind her.

"Yes, it does that," Irina said. "She's very responsive."

Kennan brushed his thumb over Zyria's clit making her hips jerk forward.

"We did design her for extra sensitivity," he said. "It wasn't guaranteed, to work, of course, since on of our people in the know had to go back and tweak the design after the other techs were done, so there wasn't an opportunity for review. I'm glad to see that it worked out."

"So are we. And it feels good to you too, doesn't it, pet?" Irina had leaned forward and was now murmuring in Zyria's ear while one of Kennan's hands softly kneaded her small breast and the other slowly caressed the outside of her pussy.

"Yes, Mistress," Zyria replied again, letting herself simply concentrate on the pleasure running through her.

She let her eyes fall closed as Kennan's thumb slipped easily between her folds while his palm rubbed her clit. When the fingers of his other hand pulled lightly on her nipple, she moaned.

Then he took both hands away, and she groaned in disappointment.

There was a slurping noise, and Kennan said, in a low voice, "Taste is good, too. Now let's see her skills and how well you've trained her."

Zyria opened her eyes just in time to see a look pass between him and Irina, and then Irina's hands were on her shoulders, easing her down onto the table. Her back touched the table and Irina adjusted her position with a few gentle pushes until Zyria's head was hanging back over the edge of the table.

"That looks good," Irina said, as the sound of a sipper came from Kennan's direction. Zyria made to look up, but Irina stopped her with a fingertip on her forehead and bent down to claim her mouth with her own.

She kissed -- as always -- deeply and possessively, her tongue wrestling with Zyria's and her mouth remaining on hers so long that without her enhanced lung capacity, Zyria would have been left gasping. As it was, she panted when her 'mistress' finally broke away. Irina moved aside and Zyria was immediately confronted with the upside-down sight of Kennan's stiff cock.

Then there was a slim hand -- Irina's, probably -- on her throat and another on the cock, angling it down. The full length was stuffed down her throat in one go, his hairy sack hitting her between the eyes as the head entered her throat.

"Glk!" she choked.

Kennan pulled back, his cock leaving a trail of drool that dripped down between her eyes, and then thrust back in.

"Nice," she heard him comment, as he began to fuck her mouth. She had to close her eyes as his balls slapped against her face with every stroke. "The m-muzzle make it feel different."

Irina hummed in agreement, her hand traveling down from Zyria's throat and tickling her breasts. "I like the teeth, myself. Adds a little danger, and shows how well how pet has been trained."

Kennan didn't reply further but simply kept thrusting his cock into Zyria's mouth, speeding up so that she had only brief moments between thrusts to gasp for breath. After a few minutes, Zyria got over the chocking feeling and could simply concentrate on the feeling of his hard shaft sliding down her mouth, the head just entering the back of her throat with every thrust. She could feel the heat build between her legs, helped by the fact that both Irina's hands were now on her breasts, stroking and kneading them and now and then lightly pulling her nipples.

she resisted the urge to move a hand to between her legs. Irina' wouldn't be happy if she tried to get herself off, even though she could feel her own wetness begin to drip down her pussy and between the crack of her ass. Instead, she swirled her tongue around her mouth, trying to stimulate Kenna's cock as much as she could.

A little while later, Kennan sped up even more and there came more wet slurping and choking sounds from Zyria's throat as she felt his cock begin to twitch in her mouth.

Kennan seemed to want to distract himself, because he spoke again. "Hnh- how is t-the other m-modification working f-for you?" he panted, as his thrust became faster and more irregular.

Irina pinched both Zyria's nipples, hard. "Pretty well, I think. Our pet has been very diligent in her chores, even after we stopped the low-power pleasure induction."

"Thats-" a hard thrust, deep into her throat made Zyria gag, and she felt a small gush of pre-cum shoot down her throat, "-good! We- weren't- sure- how- well- it- would- work- in- a- person!"

He punctuated every word with another hard thrust, making it hard for Zyria to work out the implications of what he said, and at the end finished by jamming his cock into her mouth to the root. She could feel his balls, resting against her eyes, contract as his shaft pulsed in her mouth and then a thick stream of hot cum shot down her throat. Her muscles worked spastically to swallow it down as more spurts followed. She imagined she could feel the hot liquid pool in her stomach.

As his climax passed and his cock stopped filling her throat, Kennan collapsed forward until his head hit her stomach, making her grunt around his cock. Her arms moved jerkily as she tried to push him off while his cock kept blocking her breathing, but she couldn't get the leverage. Fortunately, he softened quickly and his length retreated from her throat, and she took in a gasping lungful of air just as her vision began to dim. She fell back in relief when he rolled off her, his cock leaving a line of cum on her cheek as it withdrew.

They might have thought that she was too far out of it to hear them, because they kept talking.

"It seems to work perfectly," she heard Irina say, through the roaring in her ears. "I can't ask outright, of course, because if she became aware of it too soon the conditioning probably won't work as well, but she's been very eager to obey us, mostly."

Kennan replied from somewhere by her hips as her lay beside her, regaining his breath. "Well, it's a tested technique in non-sapient designs. You should know, that, your company uses it too. We weren't quite sure how well it would work in a sapient subject, but we turned up the susceptibility to pleasure conditioning in the same way you do in guard animals."

Zyria tried to look as passed-out as she could while her mind raced -- and while little tremors of pleasure ran through her as Irina continued to play with her breasts -- and put together the implications of their words. Pleasure conditioning, obedience and pleasure induction? She knew a little bit of animal bio-engineering and training. Engineered animals were usually designed to respond easily to conditioning, and were then trained while using neural induction to reinforce desired behaviors. Was that what they had been doing to her? Turning up the pleasure induction in her collar at a subconscious level when she obeyed?

She thought back. She had been getting an unusual amount of satisfaction from her chores, but she'd thought that had been simply because it was a simple, controllable task in an environment over which she no other control. Did it mean that if she stayed here for too long, she would eventually obey her 'owners' willingly?

She blinked and shook her head. She had to get out of here soon!

Kennan and Irina stopped speaking as soon as she moved.

"Back with us?" Irina asked, pinching a nipple hard.

"Sorry, I may have overdone it," Kennan said. To Irina, not to her, Zyria realized, restraining her angry response.

"No harm done, she passed out the first time I sat on her face, too. Your people designed her well, so she should recover quickly."

Zyria raised her head slightly and looked at Irina. At some point while Kennan had been fucking her face, she'd apparently dropped her clothes and was now sitting on the table next to Zyria while she played with her breasts.

"You did well, pet," she cooed.

"Thank you, mistress," Zyria said. She was suddenly very aware of the pleasurable buzz that ran through her at the praise. Her collar was disabled, so that meant that the conditioning had to be working to some extent.

Irina reached out and pulled Zyria upright. Zyria looked around. Behind her 'mistress,' Miri was kneeling in front of Lee and was methodically worshipping his enhanced cock with her mouth, her hands held behind her back. On the other side of the table sat Kennan, now also naked, his half-hard cock covered in drool and cum. As Zyria watched, it slowly hardened.

Irina must have seen it too, because suddenly her amused voice was by Zyria's ear. "It looks like your Director is almost ready for another go. Shall we give him a show in the mean time?"

It wasn't really a question, Zyria knew. "What do you wish me to do, Mistress?"

Irina smiled widely and hooked a finger through the ring of her collar. Zyria was pulled upright and positioned in the center of the room.

"Legs a little apart, pet. Good. Arms behind your back. Now stand still."

Zyria stood, feet at shoulder width, as Irina knelt down in front of her. Miri was still working on Lee's cock, and Kennan was sitting on the table, legs spread and leaning back on his hands as he watched Zyria and Irina.

"You are getting good and wet," Irina said. "Let me have a taste, and we'll see what else I can do."

Then her lips were on Zyria's clit and she sucked hard. Zyria's legs trembled as a sudden bolt of pleasure shot up her spine, and she had to restrain herself from putting her hands on Irina's head and holding her in place. Getting restrained again for punishment would not be good right now.

Soon, Irina's hands were on her ass while her tongue wriggled along her folds and sometime thrust inside her. Zyria was panting in minutes under Irina's skillful ministrations and could feel her fluids dripping down her leg, the damp fur feeling could even as the rest of her body heated up.

She yelped when Irina's mouth drew back and focused on her clit again, only for it to be replaced inside her pussy by two thrusting fingers. Her legs shook as she looked ahead, seeing Kennan looking at her in fascination while behind him, Mirri's head was still bobbing up and down on Lee's cock. She barely noticed when a third fingers joined the others, her well-lubed pussy stretching easily to accommodate it.

A few minutes later, Irina sucked particularly hard on her clit and she wobbled, Irina's hand on her ass the only thing keeping her upright as a small climax coursed through her body. When it passed, she felt a fourth finger poking at her entrance and looked down in alarm.

"What-" she gasped, and Irina pulled back her head and looked up at her with a grin on her shining face. She raised an eyebrow.

Zyria managed to turn her exclamation into, "Mistress?"

Sharp fingernails pricked her butt as Irina grinned at her, managing to look imperious even though her dark face was wet with Zyria's fluids. "Just stand still," she commanded. "I want to show our guest just how accommodating you are."

Zyria swallowed her protests, sparks flaring in her vision as the fourth finger entered her, all the fingers curling together and beginning to thrust into her pussy up to the palm of Irina's hand. Soon she no longer even thought of protesting as the sensations rolled through her, her pussy stretching deliciously as Irina slowly thrust further and further inside. She'd pulled back from sucking on Zyria's clit, now, and was watching her handiwork from inches away.

Zyria's eyes were glued to Irina, the curve of her ass just visible behind her dark hair and the occasional glimpse of her look of intense concentration visible as she tilted her head to look up at Zyria.

Zyria had seldom felt such intense pleasure just from being penetrated, though her orgasm still felt far away, and her resistance crumbled quickly.

"Please..." she panted, though she didn't know what she was asking for.

Irina answered her plea by curling her hand together and joining her thumb with her fingers, all her digits thrusting into Zyria's swollen pussy to the widest part of her hand. The feeling was at the edge of pain and Zyria had difficulty keeping herself upright as she unconsciously raised herself higher on the tips of her toes.

Then nails dug into her ass again, holding her in place, while Irina's hand thrust upward suddenly, and she howled. Irina's entire hand slipped inside. Zyria curved her back with the intensity of the feeling and could just see her Mistress' arm buried inside her juicy pussy up to the wrist, the dark skin contrasting with Zyria's yellow fur and the pink of her swollen pussy.

Irina's stopped thrusting, the only movement now a gentle flexing of her fingers inside Zyria's pussy, rubbing against her inner walls. Zyria realized she'd stopped breathing and gulped in a lungful of air. Her trembling legs were only keeping her upright with the help of Irina's hand on her ass and, she realized, the other hand buried deep inside her pussy.

I must look like a hand puppet, she though, only half-coherent.

"Like it?" she heard Zyria ask.

"Hmmm, yes," Kennan's voice came from beside her. She turned her head shakily to see that he was standing behind her and leaning over her shoulder to look down at Irina. His hands were on her sides, then trailed down until they reached her ass. He squeezed.

"Very accommodating," he said. His hands moved and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "But how about this hole?"

"I tried that yesterday. Very nice," Irina purred, pumping her wrist in and out of Zyria's pussy a fraction of an inch and making her moan.

"I'll try it, then. My dick is still wet enough, I think."

Zyria's eyes widened as his chest pressed against her back. She could feel the length of his cock jutting up, pressed in the cleft of her ass. Then he shifted position, one hand left her ass while the other pulled it open wider and suddenly the blunt head of his cock pressed against her unprepared hole.

"N-" she began, but it turned into, "Naaah!" as he pressed forward. Zyria was held in place by the hand buried in her pussy so his cock, pressed through the resistance of her sphincter and thrust an inch or two inside. She could feel it press against Irina's hand in her other hole, separated only buy the thin barrier between her two holes. She let out a sound between a howl and a moan.

Irina's hand flexed again, sending painful pleasure rushing through her. Her asshole spasmed and Kennan took his opportunity, thrusting further inside until her hole clamped down around his cock again. Zyria was barely capable of coherent thought any more, but she thought he had to be at least halfway inside now.

"Very tight," he groaned in her ear.

Irina turned her hand and Zyria lost what little control she had left. "Yes!" she screamed, "Please! Mistress!" her babbling trailed off into moans and panting breaths as Kennan pulled back and then thrust back in again, his hips slapping against her ass and trapping her tail between their bodies.

She heard him grunt in her ear as he began to fuck her ass in earnest, her hole twitching around his cock with every movement he made and her pussy dripping its juices down Irina's arm as she, too began moving.

Zyria flopped around on the hand and the cock impaling her, her abused holes sending overwhelming feelings of pleasure on the edge of pain through her. She would have fallen over if Kennan's arm hadn't wrapped around her chest, pressing her against his chest while his hips moved, pistoning his thick cock in and out of her in a frantic rhythm.

She came quickly, more fluid squirting out of her pussy, dripping down Irina's arm and splashing on her face. Her orgasm kept going, one great rolling wave of pleasure washing through her until she slumped in Kennan's grip, her ass clamping on his cock as he kept fucking her.

She didn't know how long it took until he came as well, his hot seed spurting into her as and leaking around his cock while the hand in her pussy clenched and flexed, twisted and thrust until she was hoarse with screaming.

Eventually, her climax passed, and she became aware that she was still hanging limply in Kennan's grip. She could feel his cock softening inside her ass as his panting breaths by her ear returned to normal.

She blinked muzzily as he withdrew, then carefully flexed her legs as coherent thought returned to her.

Kennan had just carefully taken her arm away, letting her rest on wobbling legs and the hand still in her pussy when the alarm went off.

It was a harsh, high pitched beeping, hurting her sensitive ears. She looked down at Irina, who looked around wildly.

"The collars!" Lee shouted.

Zyria's gaze jerked to him as she remembered his presence. He was stills standing by the couch, Miri kneeling in front of him with his cock down her throat. As Zyria noticed them, his hand tightened on her hair, holding her in place while she struggled, and his other hand groped for the remote he'd left on the armrest of the couch.

Time seemed to slow down as Zyria realized what was happening -- the security system had noticed her collar had been tampered with! -- and adrenaline flooded her system. She stepped back, another jolt of pleasure rushing through her as her cunt slipped off Irina's a hand. Irina was still gaping at her, and she swung her leg, catching her on the side of the head with her knee and throwing her to the ground.

There was a wordless shout from behind her and a heavy body slammed into her back. She managed to keep her balance and twisted around, thrusting a out a hand and catching Kennan a glancing blow on his shoulder. There was a shout of pain from Lee. From the corner of her eye, she saw him stumble back, pushing Miri to the ground as he clutched his crotch with one hand. Then Kennan swung a fist at her and she focused on him again. A knee in his stomach pushed him back with an 'Oof!' of escaping air. One of Irina's hands scrabbled at her ankle, but she managed a kick that caught Kennan in the throat and threw him back several feet.

Zyria hopped back from Irina's grasp, her fingers scrabbling with the clasp of her collar. There was a loud scream from Miri and Zyria's collar tingled just as she pulled it off. She saw Miri writhing on the ground as Lee rushed in her direction, his still-hard cock swinging as he ran. Then her view was blocked as Irina rose up in front of her and staggered forward, hands reaching for Zyria's throat.

Zyria sidestepped the clumsy attack, her body moving faster than any duplicate of hers ever had. In a fleeting thought, she appreciated the irony that the Blaidwicks' desire for power over a powerful 'pet' was coming back to bit them. She twirled in place as Irina passed her and slapped the collar around the woman's neck in one movement. The rushing body went limp, and Zyria was barely able to close the collar halfway securely before she slipped out of her grasp. Miri's modification had worked!

Then Lee cannoned into her, pinning her arms to her sides as they fell to the ground. He roared in her ears as he fell on top of her and tried to head-butt her in the face. It was clear that he had had some training, but Zyria had, too, and had the advantage of her enhanced musculature and reflexes. Plus teeth, she thought, savagely, as she snapped at him, her sharp teeth nicking his nose as he just barely managed to wrench his face out of reach.

A kick set them rolling and the claws on her fingers popped out and raked him along the sides. Another scream in her ear and he let go, the two of them rolling apart. She scrabbled upright quickly and saw that he was still struggling. Two quick steps and she kicked out at his head. He rolled over twice and stopped moving.

Panting, half-crouched, she looked around wildly. Lee was laying still on the floor, his wife was slumped uncomfortably a few feet away, and Kennan... She looked, and saw that he was lying on his face against the armchair, unmoving.

Deciding she was safe for the moment, she rushed over to Miri, who was still writhing on the carpet by the couch. Now that she could afford to pay more attention, Zyria realized that her screams were more like moans. Miri's eyes were rolled back in her head and one hand was jammed between her legs, rubbing herself furiously as squirting fluids splashed onto the floor. Kennan must have hit the pleasure button at maximum, then.

No time to be careful. At high settings, even this could cause damage. She jerked Miri's collar open and flung it away. Her colleague stopped moving and slumped to the ground, moans dying away as she gasped for breath.

"You okay?" Zyria asked, after a moment.

"Y-yeah," Miri stammered. "We safe?"

Zyria looked around. The others were still where she'd left them. In fact... There was a widening pool of blood under the Director. She must have instinctively extended her claws when she kicked him. She couldn't really say she was sorry for that.

"Safe," she said, and knelt down by Miri, brushing the pink hair out of her eyes.

They'd have to figure out where to go from here soon, but they could afford to take a breather first.
