Jane's abducted?! (Chapter 3 of part 2 of my Yu-Gi-Oh series)
#3 of YuGiOh Series pt 2
Jane woke up yawning, getting out of her bed as she went to shower and do other minute tasks. She picked out her day's wear of tight jeans and a t-shirt, sporting a Led Zeppelin logo, as she silently made her way to her bathroom, hearing the aged snoring of her father, Jake, as he slept in late again. They hybrid daughter was always surprised at how calm he looked, despite the rapid grayness of his lustrous red fur that she shared.
She crept silently into the bathroom and stripped herself naked before locking the door, studying her barely budding chest as she struggled to contain the urge to relieve herself of her bodily waste. The girl decided that relieving herself was more important than trying to see if she got bigger in her bust and sighed in great reprieve as she tinkled into the toilet. After she flushed, she went back to studying herself in the mirror, sighing softly as she was really wanting to get herself some big breasts before she met Flamewarrior again. It had been two and a half long hard years since she last saw him, but the image of his face stuck in her mind vividly, and she always felt something stir within her.
She was now ten years old, her birthday being next month, and already looking very shapely. The hybrid always wore a smile on her face, and she still wore it as she imagined that tiger taking her up into his arms and carrying her to his bed, cuddling her as he felt her every curve, just as she was doing as she turned on the shower, purring softly in delight. She bathed herself as she wanted to always be at her best for her school and her new teacher, since Therena was running around taking care of her six hatchlings. Jane began to wonder how she'd look if she had cubs with the large feline.
It quickly left her mind as she thought about her new teacher, a male wolf with a very thick Romanian accent, always harsh, never praising. Even when she went above and beyond his expectations, it was never enough for that canine, and she despised only him. He always seemed to be upset, snarling and growling at everything. She began to wonder several different things as she thought about him in her own little private area. Was he wanting Flamewarrior? What exactly happened? Could it be he had no real interest in females? Was he gay? If so, why is he always so pissed off?
She rinsed her body off and stood in the anthro fur dryer, purring as it blew across sensitive areas. When she was dry and poofy, she brushed her fur down to a sleek shine, smiling at the marvelous work she did and looked over her red cougar fur. As she was gazing at her body, she felt a strong paw hold a cloth against her muzzle and snout, causing her to struggle briefly before she passed out from the chloroform she inhaled in her short fight.
Jane woke up, feeling dizzy and tired, seeing the room swirl around as if she drank something that had been left out of the fridge too long. She tried to rub her eyes, but couldn't, finding something preventing her from doing so. She tried her legs and tail, but they wouldn't budge, trying to see what was binding them, but could only tell that it was rope from how rough they were cutting her circulation off.
They ten year old heard a very distorted voice asking her a question she couldn't understand. She felt her head feel heavy and lop sided, unable to truly recorrect it right. Her blurry vision did see two furs in black suits, ties, and white shirts, sitting across a metallic desk. She couldn't make out the species of them, wondering if this is what a hangover felt like. She realized that her mouth was dry as she tried to swallow her saliva.
"Who do you work for?" one of the men asked in that distorted voice.
"I can't tell," was all she could reply, feeling very sick, about to vomit on herself or the table.
"Why is that?" the voice came again.
"Can't tell."
She saw the two furs stand up and leave her to whatever was causing her to be sick, disoriented, and wierd. All she could manage was feeling an uneasy sleep take her, blacking out as she stayed in that awkward position in that chair. She didn't know what or why at that time, only knowing that she had to keep the guild a secret, no matter what.
The furs walked into the room beside the one that Jane was now slumbering in, seeing the large tiger in front of them. He kept staring at the hybrid, barely acknowledging the other two walking in. They both turned to watch the little girl, wondering who was going to talk first. All three of them kept watching the cougar/fox hybrid, noting that she was snoring a little, the two furs looking up at the tiger, his right side facing them.
"Sir, she didn't give an answer under the drug, do you think that alone passes her?" one of the males asked.
"There are those who can surpass mental penetration and drugs, but never the physical abuse. You both know this." The tiger replied sharply, turning to show his full face, the left side burnt from his past. Flamewarrior gazed at the two best interrigators that were under the guild's thumb, both of them FBI caliber. They also knew how to break a trainee, using physical force if they needed to.
"She already is proving difficult, but I don't feel right breaking her, sir," the shorter fur piped up, obviously the muscle of the two.
"I know, I feel the same. But, it has to be done. You both know why."
They only nodded and returned to the interrigation room as the little girl woke up, the truth serum wearing off. The tiger hated hurting children like this, but if they broke, they would have failed this test. That is something he couldn't allow, for the sake of the guild.
Jane woke up, feeling better already as she saw the two canine furs more clearly, a tall, thin one, and a short, muscular pitbull. They looked serious, giving her the sense that she was being watched by unseen eyes. She knew that if they asked anything pertaining to the guild, she had to keep her mouth shut. The tall greyhound stood up, looking down at her as if he were God, giving a look of damnation upon the ten year old.
"Who do you work for?" he demaned loudly.
"Why would I tell you?"
The dog growled and threw several photos of a cloaked stranger going to her house. Then there was one picture of her getting into a black car with the hooded figure, she was wearing a pink dress, and she remembered that day well. That was when she first met Flamewarrior, the burnt tiger who was also the leader of the guild. How could they have been spying on her when they were so discrete?
"Who is that person and why where were you going on that day?" the greyhound demanded again. She decided to lead him away and smiled on the inside, glad to protect her leader.
"He is part of a cult, and that day, I went to become initiated."
The tall canine leaned in close, as if peering into her very soul for confirmation. Jane couldn't help but shudder from the eerie stare from the dog, feeling her paws, footpaws, and tail go numb. She then felt the painful sting and heard the audible sound of a semi-powerful slap, causing her face to swing off to her right.
"YOU LIE!!! NOW TELL THE TRUTH!!! WHO IS THIS AND WHERE DID YOU GO THAT DAY TWO YEARS AGO!!!" the greyhound roared angrily, frustration replacing the coldness in his eyes. She didn't like the pain of being slapped, but also knew that she wanted to be close to Flame, and decided to use language she heard her father use under his breath when he accidentally hurt himself or screwed up.
"Why don't you go fuck your mother you bastard of a bitch!" she scowled back, a heated rage building in her face. This earned her another slap, forcing her face to veer off to left this time, using the pain to fuel her rage. She obviously struck a hard nerve when she uttered those words, and felt a painful sting inside her from using such language.
"How DARE YOU!!!" the canine roared as he unleashed a barrage of slaps, only being restrained by his muscular comrade and dragged out of the room. She let her rage ebb, along with the stinging pain, feeling her cheeks swelling from the repetitive slaps she had to take. She closed her eyes and thought about that feline being somewhere nearby, ready to comfort her if necessary.
Flamewarrior turned to the door as the pitbull dragged his thrashing partner into the viewing room, an obvious look of distaste on his own face. After the door was closed, the tiger stepped over to the greyhound and threw a powerful left hook into the gut of the dog, causing him to lose his breath and curl up in the fetal position. He looked at the pitbull and motioned to the one-way window, standing beside him.
"That girl has a mouth on her," the short canine mentioned as they stared at her.
"Well, we now know the physical part won't break her. Let's be... creative, in this final part."
"How so?"
The tiger looked at the pitbull, hearing the painful gasps of air from the greyhound behind him. He stared long and hard into those small eyes, calculating what might break her. So far, only the greyhound had spoken and acted to Jane and her reactions. He looked back to the little girl, actually impressed with using the 'cult' excuse. He began to grow a little fond of her, since he had used that excuse when he was inducted.
"Try a little kindness, gain her trust, and see if she'll break."
The short canine was more used to being the aggressive one, not being one to be pleasant, but this girl had forced the roles to switch. He nodded and left to get some pizza and a soda for the girl. The feline just watched the girl, knowing that ice would help the swelling. He shook his head when he felt his heart begin to beat rapidly, swearing under his breath for feeling that way to her, since he remembered seeing her in that little pink dress two years ago.
Jane looked up when the pitbull in the suit walked back in, carrying an icepack, a box of pizza from her favorite pizza outlet, and a Dr. Pepper. The canine gently wrapped the ice pack in a washcloth he took out of his pocket, the dark brown stains suggesting that he usually was the one beating information out of people. The icepack was gently placed on her left cheek, causing her to hiss from the sting.
"I'm sorry about my partner miss. He usually isn't like that," the pitbull quickly explained away as he gently reapplied the icepack before setting it down and removing the ropes that bound her. She stayed silent as she placed the icepack against her cheek again, hoping that it'd reduce the swelling. She watched as the muscular canine opened the can and the box of pizza, setting both in front of her as he sat opposite of her.
"I thought you'd be hungry and thirsty, since I'm sure you haven't eaten yet. Go ahead and eat at your leisure, I'm in no rush."
She slowly switched the icepack to her other cheek, feeling her mouth water and hearing her stomach grumble as the scent of the meat lover's pizza with extra cheese drifted to her nostrils. She also heard the fizzing of the soda in front of her, remembering that her throat was like cotton right now, but stayed still, unsure if he was trying to butter her up, or to soften her for his brutal knuckles.
They sat like that for thirty minutes, her hunger and thirst increasing as her willpower was waning, but she didn't give up, setting the ice pack down on the table when she felt her cheek no longer throb in pain. Jane took to rubbing her wrists and ankles, realizing that she was naked now that she was completely coherent, blushing in obvious humiliation. Apparently, the pitbull noticed this and went to fetch some suitable clothes, leaving her to quickly devour the pizza when he left and completely drain the can of the sweet, sugary fluid, feeling quite stuffed.
When he returned, he blinked in surprise at her hunger, only seeing this kind of hunger in males. She blushed and giggled sweet as he handed her the clothes and took away the empty box and the can, leaving her to dress herself in front of the mirror, studying herself before doing so, wishing Flamewarrior was here to take her away. She reluctantly dressed herself, feeling the clothes rather too big for her, so the hybrid opted to just wear the shirt, going commando.
The dog came back with a piece of fresh apple pie with ice cream on it, setting the saucer and a fork in front of her as he sat down, noticing that she only wore the shirt he had found. He watched as the little girl tore into the apple pie as if she were in prison or something. Once she finished and was quite content after licking the saucer clean, he just set it aside and looked into her eyes.
"Let me apologize for the clothing, we don't have any in kid sizes," he breathed softly, getting a giggle before he continued. "I have a little girl myself, she's about three years older than you and just wants to be out with her friends all the time, only coming home when she needs to eat, do homework, or sleep."
Jane just giggled, "She must really like her friends."
"She does, alot. I get worried sometimes, cuz she hangs around with a few boys, but isn't it a father's job to worry about his daughter?"
"Well... I suppose... I don't think I have the right parts and I sure don't have kids."
"True. But, I'm thinking the hooded figure is a friend of yours, right?"
She just nodded, seeing that he didn't mean to hurt her, but also knew that he was getting a little too close. In a way, Therena was a friend, but had to turn to taking care of her clutch, so she was left with the angry Romanian wolf, who she didn't see as a friend. Jane didn't like where he might be going with this, and was gently slipped a folder, getting a nod of approval as she opened it.
She gasped in shock as she saw several people she knew from the guild. She saw Therena and Flamewarrior's mugshots and their record for child molestation and leading a group of fanatical anarchists. The hybrid didn't believe it and slammed the folder shut, shoving it away, practically breaking, almost.
"Do you know these two?" the pitbull asked.
She just nodded, looking at the mirror, still seeing herself being cuddled by the tiger. The ten year old couldn't see him leading anarchists or anything. However, she felt like breaking down into tears, but held her composure as she felt a strong paw on her shoulder.
"Do you know what they are doing now?" the male canine asked, getting only a shake of her head as a no. She couldn't deny the validity of the papers in front of her, but she could deny what she knew. However, there was something that clicked in her mind, Therena's scales weren't ruffled, but smooth and sleek, and Flamewarrior had that burn scar on his left cheek, the mugshot only showing that he was dirty, ruffled, and NO burn. This eased her mind, knowing that the dog had the wrong person, and decided to play along.
"We've been looking for this red dragoness and this white tiger for a long time, think you can help us?"
"I'm sorry, my friends aren't who you are looking for. Can I go home now?" was all she said. The dog, seeing as how he couldn't get any other information, nodded and stood up, motioning her over to the door. She quickly ran to it, being stopped by the paw as the pitbull knelt to her ear. Jane worried that she might have just blown the secret and shivered in fear.
"Congratulations Jane, you passed the test. Would you like to see Flame now?" was all that got her heart skipping a few beats and she nodded happily, a big smile crossing her muzzle as she was lead to the observation room, seeing the tiger smile at her. She rushed over and hugged the robed feline, feeling something brush across her cheek as she clung to him, smelling a very potent scent coming from him.
"Hey, great job on passing Jane. Can you please let go of my leg now please?" was all the tiger muttered as he scritched the hybrid's ears, getting a purr in return, which made that strange bulge grow a little more. She looked up questioningly as saw that the feline was trying to hold something back. This made her curiousity increase as she nuzzled that bulge, feeling a strange sensation course through her.
Flamewarrior sighed heavily and picked up the little girl, smelling her arousal as his own musk filled the observation room, deciding that this wasn't the right time at all. He handed her over to the pitbull, who happily obliged to taking her home as he went out and into his private quarters, knowing that Jane was blindfolded before she even realized where she was exactly. He laid on the bed, his raging cock demanding attention, but he decided to leave it alone as it was already past ten at night. He wished that Therena was here as he drifted to sleep.