Chapter 24

Payback Operation

Pete's Fantasy House

Forty Kilometers from Moon City

The Next Day...

4:00 PM

Mick drove the Audi down the very isolated country road surrounded by thick rainforest, Jet sitting in the passenger seat as they pulled up to the brothel known as Pete's Fantasy House. Egad had been able to formulate a very nice payback plan in a tit-for-tat retaliation aimed at Cailus for kidnapping and locking him away at Runefield. With some help and hacking from Jet and Xen, they had been able to find out that Cailus was the owner of Pete's Fantasy House, and even kept slaves of his own there. Though Egad, along with the senior members of the Elite Gallery were quick to explain how Cailus broke in and conditioned his slaves; Unlike Egad did his best to keep pain and physical damage to an absolute minimum and focusing on conditioning slaves via intense and unrelenting pleasure. Cailus, however, was the exact opposite.

His brother used nothing but the most painful and agonizing methods to get his slaves to break and enforce obedience. He also did not care how far he had to go in this process, either, and would even go so far as to "mark" his slaves with intense and painful scars that were a mirror of Egad's chest wound. Cailus also cared nothing for pleasure and was extremely abusive to his subjects.

Only the strongest, most durable, and steeled individuals could go through his conditioning physically unscathed. Though by the end, their minds and wills would be completely destroyed by the time Cailus had them conditioned. Egad made emphasis to make this clear before they put this payback operation into action. He told Mick that the slaves broken into servitude that Cailus kept in his custody would most likely be beyond saving, as Egad had tried to get many of them to defect before when he crossed paths with his brother on occasion.

This left everyone new to the coven disheartened, especially Mick. He was hoping that he would be able to rescue some of these poor souls, but he also understood that he could not save everyone. Egad, noticing this, told Mick that even though Cailus engulfed his slaves in nothing but complete darkness, that there could still be a glimmer of light within. Sometimes, he would see a slave of Cailus' that was still going through conditioning, slaves that would be able to resist him... Egad, however, would be unable to free these souls on his own. Egad had given Mick and Jet the go-ahead to rescue any slaves that may have this quality, even if it was only one person, and bring them back to the villa.

Mick hit a button on the dash, swapping the license plates, then parked the Audi in the parking lot out front of the brothel, looking over the building with cybernetic sunglasses. Jet sat next to him with his own cybernetic sunglasses, dawning his combat outfit: A high-hemline leather jacket with sleeves that went as far as his elbows. The fennec also bore leather sleeves around his legs, secured by laced ties that went slightly above his knees, his private parts concealed with a zip-up leather thong. Jet also wore a few stylish accessories: A shiny, studded belt that hung a little loose around his waist, as well as a belt that went around his torso and over his left shoulder, with some fingerless gloves. The entire outfit bore a midnight-blue color, except for the gloves and belts which were black.

Mick had also decided to change up his outfit to remain. He was now wearing a leather vest that went down to his waist with a tank top underneath that showed his midriff, as well as some denim jeans that were all dyed a dark, blood-red. He also wore some black open heel-and-toe biker boots, along with some black leather driving gloves. He had also changed his hairstyle from his typical ponytail to a samurai style man-bun.

Both Mick and Jet stepped out of the car. After Mick parked the Audi and set the double alarm, they both proceeded to walk up to the entrance of the brothel, which was guarded by two rhino bouncers. Mick was glad that Egad had embedded storage buffers and camera jammers into his vest, along with Jet's jacket. Those were going to be vital for the plan.

"Do you two have an appointment?" One of the bouncers asked bluntly, both with steeled expressions.

Mick smiled, acting out the plan. "As a matter of fact, we do. I am Kyle Rhys, and this is my partner, Samuel Hill. But he just goes by Sammy."

"Dude." Jet said, giving both bouncers the rock-on devil horns with one hand.

One of the bouncers got out a tablet, scrolling through the appointment list. After they found their names, they nodded.

"Very well. Head on in and indulge yourselves..." Both bouncers' spoke in unison, their attitudes changed like a flip of a switch with seductive tones.

Both bouncers stepped forward, and opened the large, double doors, letting them in. The brothel was a lot fancier than Mick had expected: The layout of this place reminded him of Mexican Hacienda homes Xen had shown him from magazine subscriptions he got from Earth. The walls were made of fine adobe, adorning different colors, as well as erotic paintings to set the mood. The roof was held up by stone pillars, also varying in color. The floors were lined with Talavera tiles, with occasional Aztec-patterned rugs spread out between. Fancy plants along the walls, as well as some that hung from the ceilings in fine pottery planters finished off the fine décor.

Mick was impressed by the layout. It was very beautiful and extravagant. Too bad he was most likely going to end up trashing this place with Jet. They both took occasional glances as other pleasure slaves dotted the halls and rooms as they walked by. They all varied in species, muscle mass and height. Some also appeared to be intersexes, and some even had feminine breasts as well as sporting male hardware. As they walked by, Mick and Jet were greeted by occasional slaves displaying their bodies, striking lusty, sexy-looking poses, and sometimes flexing their muscles, showing off their definition. However, all their eyes were glassy and dark, void of all hope and faith. Even their expressions were neutral and unchanging. Mick now knew what Egad was referring to earlier: These slaves were not just broken in... Their minds and wills had been annihilated, leaving nothing but empty shells struggling to rebuild. At this point, they were beyond saving, just as his uncle had told him.

As Mick and Jet stepped into the main hall, they were greeted by a very buff and beefy T-Rex. His body showed built muscle definition, with some scars that mirrored Egad's along his chest and back. He was dressed in a skimpy butler's outfit that reminded Mick of Chippindale Dancers.

"Greetings, Mr. Rhys and Mr. Hill. I am Reginald Leatherbetter, Master Pete's assistant." Reginald greeted the two with a classy bow. "Master Pete has been anticipating your arrival. Please, follow me."

Mick and Jet followed Reginald through the main hall to a staircase and up to the top level of the three-tiered brothel. Mick had noticed the look in Reginald's eyes: They were also glassy and dark, void of all hope and faith. Mick knew that Reginald was beyond saving as well...

As they arrived at the top room, Mick and Jet could hear slapping flesh, along with some sharp, repeating high moans coming from the room. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Reingald pressed a button on an intercom next to the door.

"Master Pete, Mr. Rhys and Mr. Hill have arrived." Reginald then took the handle of the door, and opened it, beckoning Mick and Jet to enter with one hand.

When the stepped into the room, they were greeted by quite the sight: Master Pete, a buff Doberman, was in the middle of fucking one of the slaves, very hard! He had this slave, a white and blue, svelte, lean male sergal, bent over a table, fully nude! The sergal's cock was hard, bouncing and dripping profusely with pre. Pete, however, was wearing a white tank-top, as well as some black denim jeans with a snake-skin belt, which were currently hanging from his thighs as he rapidly penetrated the sergal, letting out grunts and growls as he did so.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ma... Ster! I'm... Close! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God! I'm... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhh!"" The sergal then let out a long, pleasure-filled cry mixed with pain as he threw his head back, his back arching as both he and Pete reached release.

Once Pete and the sergal's orgasms had died down, he pulled himself out of the slave with an audible slush, seed dripping from the slave's rear as well as Pete's endowment.

"Ahhh.... Very good, Joseph... You have learned quickly." Pete complimented as he gave the sergal a hard slap on the ass. "Now go over to the bed and wait for me. I have to take care of some business." He finished with a cruel tone as he pulled up his pants, zipping them up and fastening his belt. Joseph complied without question, swiftly taking off to the bed in the room.

Mick steeled his expression on the outside, but he felt bad for Joseph in his mind. Though from what he saw in Joseph's eyes, as well from how he acted, he knew the sergal was also beyond saving.

"Apologies for that, Mr. Rhys and Mr. Hill." Pete said as he walked up. "You just caught me at an inconvenient time. I thought I had at least thirty more minutes. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

Mick tilted his head slightly with folded arms. "Well... Me and my partner Sammy have heard from our social circles about certain services you offer, including that you rent out prostitutes that you allow clients to take home for a limited time frame, for a fee. That is what we are interested in."

Pete laughed graciously. "So, that's what has brought you here: The take-home-and-fuck packages! Honestly, I can't blame you. I have a very nice selection of blindly obedient servants, ranging from normal men, to shemales and cuntboys, all who can work you up just right..."

Jet lowered his sunglasses slightly with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, that we have also heard. But unfortunately, we are not interested in blind obedience right now. We find that boring. The two of us are hoping you have some... Rather unruly servants."

Pete's mouth dropped for a few seconds, but he quickly recovered with another hearty laugh. "Yowzah! Wow, this is new! I never expected you two could be so dominant! Very well... You've shown up just at the right time, as I do happen to have one such unruly individual under my wing. Please, follow me."

Pete then led them from the top level of the brothel down to the basement, which was adorned like a mini dungeon. There were twenty barred cells total, dimly lit as well as whips and crops lining the walls on racks. Pete stopped outside the seventh cell, getting out some keys from his pocket. It was the only cell that appeared occupied.

"I do hope this guy meets your criteria. He's a fresh face here, just arrived yesterday, hasn't been used either. He still needs a good amount of taming and training, just so you know." Pete then unlocked the cell, and they all stepped inside. He then hit a switch on the wall, an electric light strip on the ceiling illuminating the room. "Wake up, Tommy!" Pete barked loudly.

Mick and Jet were greeted by quite a display: Chained up standing in the center of the cell, by the wrists and ankles in a way that didn't allow for much movement, along with having his muzzle strapped shut with a belt, and his arms bound above his head, was a very impressive looking male dragon, wearing no clothing except for an electronic collar with a cock ring! Tommy's scales were a shiny, metallic black, apart from the scales on his chest down to his loins and inner thighs. Those were colored an indigo blue. He had small horns growing from the back of his head in the typical way, as well as small ridges along his forehead going down his spine that faded in height from the shoulders down, with silver-colored eyes and a whip like tail that was as long as Tommy was tall. Tommy stood at an impressive height of six feet and eight inches, towering over Mick's height of five foot eight, and Jet's height of five foot seven. Tommy's body adorned impressive muscle mass and definition. Though the dragon's muscle mass was slightly less than Xen's or Galen's by comparison. Tommy also had thick and powerful wings, although those were currently restrained by belts and covers. Mick could only guess at the wingspan. Tommy also had an impressive endowment as well; his thick cock hung limp but proud, at a length of eleven inches. The dragon, waking suddenly after being startled by Pete, looked at them all with a leer.

"So, what do you think?" Pete asked. "Care to take a closer look?"

Mick and Jet looked on at the dragon, then at each other. Then both nodded. "Yes, we would."

"Just to warn both of you; this one is very unruly. If you end up hurt, gored, or injured in any way, I can't assume responsibility." Pete cautioned.

"Noted." Jet replied. They then walked up to the restrained dragon, Mick taking a closer look into his eyes. He saw what he was looking for, what he hoped he would find: Tommy's eyes were still lit with the fire of resistance. Not only that, but Mick could tell the dragon's will was still very much intact, and unrelenting. His heart raced a little at the sight. He may be able to save this guy...

Mick pushed the thought away for the moment, doubling down on his focus. He needed to make Pete believe he was here to rent Tommy out, not rescue him. So, he proceeded with his act.

Mick raised his hands up, placing them on Tommy's chest as he licked his lips, adding to the feigning display. He began to knead his hands into Tommy's pecs, feeling them out. To Mick's surprise, they were extremely firm, almost rock-solid! He only remembered Xen having such thick muscles...

Tommy of course, lived up to the reputation Pete had described. Once Mick started kneading his pecs, Tommy started thrashing about as much as the chains would allow, muffled grunts coming from his strapped-shut maw.

"Oooooh... You weren't kidding, Pete." Jet said, grinning. "He is very unruly, indeed. Yes, this may be just what we are looking for." Jet proceeded with his part of the act, stepping behind Tommy carefully, being cautious around his restrained tail.

"Let's examine him further." Jet gave Tommy a slap on the ass. It wasn't hard, but it was firm enough for him to get a feel for the dragon. Tommy jumped at the sudden contact, letting out a muffled yelp. Jet then reached down towards both of Tommy's ass cheeks and kneaded them as well. Like the dragon's chest, Tommy's ass was also very firm. Tommy let out a sharp moan, arching his back as much as the chains would allow while Jet did this.

Jet nodded, impressed. "Looking good so far."

Mick and Jet continued to "examine" Tommy in this way, running their hands all over the dragon's body. Tommy doubled his struggling efforts while they did this, the thrashing almost becoming feral. Tommy even tried to pull himself away from Mick and Jet's hands in a futile attempt to dodge their touches. His muffled grunts became muffled yells, which descended into sad whimpers towards the last few moments as he clamped his eyes shut tightly. Mick saw a few tears roll down Tommy's face, filling the fox with guilt for what he was having to do. Regardless, he forced himself to steel his resolve. Mick and Jet tested every part of Tommy's muscle structure, from his biceps and what they could reach above, all the way down to his thighs and calves. Jet even took a few squeezes of Tommy's tail.

Once they finished, they stepped away and looked at Pete. "Yes, this one is perfect." Mick said. "Just what we are looking for. How will he be loaded up into the car? We don't want any trouble on the drive back home, after all."

Pete smiled, viewing Mick and Jet as two more satisfied customers. "Don't worry Mr. Rhys. I take every step to make sure the 'Casanovas' as I like to call them are loaded up safe and secure for transport. Not only for their well-being, but for the patrons' well-being also. Of course, he will be restrained with tight cuffs and irons that won't allow for movement. Sure, he may thrash around a bit, but it won't be enough to rock the ride, or damage anything. Also, Tommy will be... Gassed with a sedative, that will render him unconscious until you can get back home and unload him. The knockout gas will last for about twelve hours, but that doesn't mean you still can't have some fun with him while he is asleep."

"Very good." Mick said, getting out several pre-paid, reloadable payment cards under the name of his alias. "Have him loaded up immediately. As for the payment, do you accept Master Card, Galaxy Express, or Visa?"

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Mick and Jet watched as the brothel staff loaded Tommy into the back seat of the Audi. The dragon was packaged just as Pete had described: Tommy was secured with thick cuffs around his wrist and ankles with strong, short chains. His wings were still restrained as well with belts and covers. Also, Tommy had a rebreather mask strapped around his maw, with a tube connecting to a small tank of knockout gas strapped to his body.

As Tommy was buckled into the seat, Mick's heart pined with remorse for the dragon. Though he reminded himself all of this was for a good cause in the end. He looked on as the staff double-checked everything. Tommy looked peaceful, serene, relaxed. Mick's heart lightened a bit at this. Being honest with himself, Tommy looked surprisingly attractive while he was sleeping.

Once the staff had Tommy loaded, they closed the door to the Audi and stepped over behind Pete. "Alrighty, good. I hope you have fun with him. Just remember: The payment you made is only good for a full week, so I expect to have him back by then. If you do not bring him back... Well, there is a tracker in his obedience collar that can be read from one-hundred light-years, and I assure you: You will be hunted down personally. In the meantime, enjoy yourselves."

Mick and Jet then smiled devilish grins of malicious intent. "Our thoughts exactly."

They then swiftly materialized weapons from their storage buffers: Mick held his custom dual-barrel blasters, Dante and Lucia in both hands, while Jet held a full-size fully-automatic blaster rifle that resembled an old Browning Automatic with a drum-barrel battery!

Without hesitation, they opened up with blaster fire on Pete and his staff! Mick pumped the triggers of his blasters rapidly, as Jet held the rifle trigger down on full-auto fire! Laser bursts peppered Pete and his staff, tearing up and burning their clothing, leaving solid circular burns on their skin as the fur atop ended up eviscerated by the bursts!

Pete and his staff were caught completely off-guard, their bodies convulsing and flapping around like rag dolls as laser fire rained down upon them! After twenty solid seconds, Mick and Jet stopped shooting, Pete and his staff falling flat onto their backs. Mick blew a breath across one of his pistols, the barrels of Dante and Lucia emitting small trails of smoke, Jet looking over the glowing, cherry-red barrel end of his rifle.

"A bit of a review for you, Pete: You're a lousy brothel manager." Mick said, looking over Pete as he lay on the ground, convulsing slightly before flat lining.

Jet looked at Mick. "Well, that should just about wrap things up here."

Both Mick and Jet then heard rapid breathing from the brothel's door. They saw Reginald standing in the doorway, cowering slightly behind the door.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about you..." Jet said. "Well, I'm sorry about the whole having to murder-your-master-in-front-of-your-eyes thing, but I know that if you deep into your heart, which is no doubt beating over one-hundred beats per minute, you will find a way to forgive us."

Reginald finally managed to gather enough of his bearings to speak. "Y-Y... You killed them..."

"Well, yeah!" Mick said. "Don't get me wrong: Pete did have what we were looking for and provided good service... But he was bit, shall we say, asinine in his attitude. That, and he had a very questionable legal record." Both Mick and Jet virtualized their weapons back into the buffers. "Anyways, go on. You're free." Mick waved his hand as both he and Jet stepped over to the car.

Reginald, after a few seconds, took a few steps out of the brothel. "B-but I... I don't know what to do..."

Mick sighed, facepalming. "Okay, look at it this way: I'm your new master now, and am giving you this last order: Take the other Casanovas and anything you need to survive from the brothel, go out, and be free! Run! Flee deep into the rainforest! Become nomads! Start a jungle tribe! Live, and love each other with passion! Just be free!"

Mick and Jet then got into the Audi and sped off.

After processing this for a few seconds, Reginald let out a roar of glee. He then ran back into the brothel and freed all the other slaves. They gathered things could find that they would need to survive, and Reginald led them all away as they ran out deep into the rainforest to become nomads and form a loving jungle tribe, just as Mick had told him.