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"Ah, welcome ladies, I trust I haven't kept you waiting too long?" The voice came from Samik, a small mouse wearing an expensive and perfectly fitted suit. Brown furred with jet black hair, he moved to the desk and sat behind it.

Two women waited in front of the desk, the athletic bodied lioness with the tan fur and dyed-purple hair, kept short and in a punky style was named Ofenna, and she sat next to Etna, a large bear who had dark red fur with a lighter red to her wild hair and a flame-like marking over her large belly.

"Not terribly long." Ofenna replied, though the tapping finger in the crook of her folded arms belied some impatience to hear what it was she was here for.

"Enough that you've made introductions, then?" The mouse asked, and received two nods. "Good, now, as to why you're here. You both have been selected from the applicants as a fitting pair to pull off our task. And since I see you've already signed the forms I'll get straight to it. You'll be heading to the 'Grandiose Gallery', a casino of repute, I'm sure you know. What you likely don't know is it is a front for illegal slavery and trafficking. However without solid evidence there's nothing much we can do to intervene."

"And that's what we're going to be finding?" Etna asked when he paused for a moment.

"Indeed, we'll give you some information and the tools you'll need, but as to how you're going to get in, we have much to discuss." Samik pulled out a large envelope, sliding the papers out of it. "Shall we?"

"I just don't see why I need that on top of the rest of it!" Ofenna grumbled as Etna handed her a bit gag, but despite her words she let the bear slip it in, they were too close to risk being seen out of their planned infiltration.

The lioness wore a set of cuffs with matching collar and her arms had been linked behind her back. Barely dressed, with just some light silk garments covering her torso which made her look like an owned slave, albeit a well treated one. At the other end of the leash was Etna, dressed up in a far more imposing outfit.

The idea for them masquerading as master and slave was not the first idea they chose, and the roles had ultimately been decided through a coin flip. Though Etna was far more on board with playing as a slaver than she had a right to be. Still, they settled on this particular ruse as the most likely for success.

The warehouse they stopped at was three buildings away from the Grandiose Gallery, but it was where their inside contact had told them to go. Etna walked up and began knocking on the solid metal door. As soon as the last beat of the coded knock landed, the door slid open revealing a few strong looking individuals. After a cursory examination of the pair they were led to a stairway, which in turn led to a long corridor. They walked in near silence for several minutes, the hallway leading all the way to the casino's lower floor. A strong and sturdy door that would not have been out of place in a bunker blocked their path until it was unlocked via a keycard borne by their escorts, and as that door opened, light and music flooded out.

Even just this secretive entranceway had been decorated with lavish opulence. An impeccably dressed owl woman stepped forward, dressed in clothes befitting a butler, though the jacket and shirt had been trimmed to show more of her chest and a stretch of her sides peeked out from under the short hem. "Welcome ma'am." She said with a bow toward Etna, paying no mind to the lioness at all. "I must ask, as you are here via our special entrance, have you come to trade?"

"Yes!" Etna said, simply and sharply, still not entirely relaxed into the role she was to play. "Oh, my information. Here." She said digging in a bag to bring out the documents that had been made up for them.

The owl made them sit in silence as she read through the pages and then turned to a nearby stag in similar attire. "Oh my, it seems this slave is to be given to our owner as a token of goodwill. You'll be happy to handle that, I assume, Roger?"

Roger grinned as he politely reached out to take the leash from Etna, then when it was in his grasp he gave a sharp tug that nearly floored Ofenna, sending her staggering over. She bit down on the gag to stop herself complaining, and even managed to keep her head down without looking too sullen. "Oh!" Etna called out, fishing a small set of keys from her bag. "You'll want these, she can do some surprising things if you let her arms free." The bear said, winking knowingly to the stag. He caught them as they were thrown and gave another bow.

"Come on, you." He said and pulled Ofenna up a flight of stairs.

The owl showed Etna to another staircase, and gestured upwards. "I'm sure our manager will be out to thank you in person for your generosity, please accept our hospitality and enjoy the bar while you wait. When you're comfortable we can show you our wares in case you were of a mind to buy as well as gift."

The bear nodded and followed with a bounce to her step, the plan was going well so far.

Ofenna was led into what could only be called a harem. Several other furs were spread in the room, those who had clothing wore garments that were almost transparent with little modesty to be seen, there was obviously some hierarchy at play, as some were shackled and bound while others lounged lazily with only a gilded collar. The latter most even being served by other slaves. She tried to glance at them to see if there were any likely to be there against their will and still bold enough to say as much.

"Now, normal procedure would have you sit here and join the others, but well, I'm on staff tonight, and as head of quality assurance, I've got to... assess you." He said grinning wide and pulling her roughly through the masses. There were a few eyes that followed her, a couple even bearing jealousy in their gaze as she was taken to a large padded door and through into a private chamber. He gave the lioness a shove between her shoulder blades as he locked the door behind them. When it was shut, he moved over to her hands and pressed his waist close.

He was tall enough that from that posture his already swelling erection pressed against her fingers through his clothing and he made a point to rub through the garments. Pressing himself over her hands as he worked to remove the linking chains from them. Ofenna bore the indignity with a dark scowl, but it was well out of his vision, only tensing her hands a little when they popped loose. "Let's see how good you are at preparing a partner then." He said, walking away and sitting on the bed's edge, his chest puffed forward to show he didn't intend to remove his clothes on his own.

Keeping her temper in check, Ofenna moved alongside him, her fingers reaching to poke the tuft of fur pressing behind his unbuttoned collar as she rolled her tips gently down his front. She put up as much of a show as she assumed should be done as she worked her fingers to his buttons, attacking each from behind to let her hands rub against his fur.

Both hands stroked inside the shirt once it was open, rising to his shoulders and pulling on the sleeves to drag them loose, her fingers pressing against his arms in a caress. He grabbed one of her wrists unexpectedly and thrust it down below his belt line, his own breath hot on Ofenna's cheek as he leaned in, pressing his nose to her neck. "Impressive, I was expecting worse. Drop the quality and move faster, slave." His own impatience showing as he pulsed, wanting to be free of his underwear without any effort on his part. She lowered to her knees before him as he shrugged off the last of his top, her hands already dealing with the belt buckle.

She pulled the cloth away, the zipper tumbling apart with it, already bracing herself for the scent that awaited her. His trousers dropped to the floor, but before she could fully raise her hands again, his larger fingers gripped her head, one fumbling to remove the tight bit-gag as the other held her steady. She knew where this was headed, the male already pushing her face against the tent he was sporting. She let out a soft sound as the gag was loosened and tugged roughly free, only for him to slip himself out of his briefs and force her lips to the peeking head.

He barked the sort of commands she would expect, telling her to suck it when she was already doing so, the kind that made her roll her own eyes, safe in the knowledge that if he didn't realise he was being sucked upon he wouldn't notice her mockery. Indeed his own eyes were lidded as he felt the distinct feeling of an anthro lion's tongue press against his tender flesh. When he was warmed up, he had to exhibit great restraint in not letting her finish there and then, there would be time later if she made it to the harem after all.

"Nngh, g-get up." He said, hot blushing already spread across his cheeks.

Ofenna wiped a small bit of moisture from her lips as she stood, "If it would be to your liking, I could fetch a drink, my mistress tells me that I make quite a unique cocktail."

The stag grimaced, on the one hand he was desperate to finish his test, but, if she took her time, and he grew flaccid, he could experience that maw again... "Fine." He said, brusquely, pointing to a cabinet.

She moved over, her inner monologue berating the asshole for not offering her a drink herself, as that meant she was only to make one. But one would be enough, and it was good that she didn't have to drink, she'd need a clear head after all. She at least had practiced making a cocktail for this routine, and while it was nothing truly stellar, it would be enough for him to drink it, and the small cap of powder that she had hidden inside one of her wrist cuffs.

By the time she had shaken the ingredients together, any trace of the chemical had long since vanished, with her tail giving a tiny flick that might have betrayed her to a more astute watcher, she brought the glass over to him. Obviously the stag was the kind to throw back beers instead of spirits, and to Ofenna's happy surprise, he downed it in one swig. Brows raising in quiet appreciation.

"Alright slave." Roger said, holding the glass for her to take, then sliding up onto the bed proper. "I need you to warm me up again and then, it's time for the real examination."

She swayed her hips, drifting closer after stowing the glass, stringing out the approach to buy all the time she needed, his eyelids were already heavy by the time she was next to the bed, and he'd fallen into an induced slumber before she'd made it within touching distance. With the man asleep she could finally get to work. Searching his things until she found the door key, she quickly let herself out of the room, locking it behind her.

She avoided returning to the harem, as much as there might be people she could question, there were likely those wholly loyal who would report her actions immediately. Instead she went down the far end of the hallway, quickly slipping into one room when she heard an approaching figure.

When the sounds had faded, she moved on, braving a flight of stairs to reach the offices above. It would take some more confidence and caution to check for signs of occupancy and only enter those rooms that were obviously empty. She reached to the collar at her neck, inside which was hidden a small camera that she'd use to photograph anything that looked too suspicious. She was sure she'd find something.

Etna had been enjoying the bar, seemingly everything was on offer for free, at least as far as she could see, probably a perk of being a VIP. She'd gained no small amount of attention herself, several curious people quite interested in the new domme. Even catching the eye of a large crow who'd stopped to blow a kiss toward her before he moved on.

Since then she'd joined a pangolin at his table, and the pair had already been flirting with each other. They'd traded words over drinks, and the lax smile on Etna's face showed how deep in her cups she'd fallen. "So..." She said, slipping her hand across the table to rest on his, already wondering where the nearest room might be. "Tell me more about you, what do you do, Darrel?" She asked with a smirk.

"Oho, interested in that are you? I'm an... editor, by trade. I think I don't need to tell you what I edit, given where we are." He said, shooting a knowing wink across the table at her. "And yourself, Etna? I'd not be surprised if a woman of your stature makes money just from selling slaves."

The bear gave a slightly too loud guffaw at that. "Same trade as you!" She said, perhaps the drink could be blamed for her misunderstanding as she continued. "I'm currently working as a reporter. Maybe you'll be the one who edits the article. Hahah!" Taking another large swig. The pangolin blinked in confusion, before laughing with her, assuming it was a joke.

"No, no, really I am quite intrigued." He continued.

A few metres away however, a pair of heads had swivelled to look at Etna, one of them touching the earpiece in acknowledgement. Unfortunately Ofenna's search had not been as expert as she'd hoped, and all security had been notified that someone had accessed their files. One of them, a boar, reached to speak into a miniature microphone to relay what he'd just overheard.

The voice came back over the earpiece. "Her files don't check out, I think we've found our little spy. You know what to do." A few other members of the dubious looking security team had come as reinforcements, approaching the boar before they moved as one to Etna's table. She was still talking, quite oblivious to the worried look the pangolin was shooting over her shoulder.

That suited the security team fine, as they weren't there to talk, instead strong hands fell on Etna's arms, dragging them behind her back and her onto her feet. A set of straps around a leather binder were slipped over her forearms and tugged shut. "H-hey, what's the big-" She started, but a thick ball gag was shoved roughly into her jaws and a blindfold accompanied it shortly after.

A few of the guests kept talking as though nothing were happening, though some stared, most in amusement, some of them even wondered if that crow from earlier was responsible. The poor pangolin was dazed and was quickly explaining himself to one of the staff who'd stayed behind as Etna was force marched out of the lounge and into one of the back rooms...

Ofenna brushed her hands through the stag's fur as he woke up, she'd finished her excursion and by sheer luck made it back in time and unnoticed. The stag gave her a smile, he couldn't remember a damn thing for sure, though his dreams made him certain he'd tapped that lioness and found her most satisfying. "Well slave, let's get you repackaged up for the boss, I'm sure you'll be a favourite in no time."

There was a sudden rattle at the door, both the lion and stag looking as the door was flung open. Suited men of the security team burst in. The stag yelped, grabbing the sheets to cover himself, but despite his indiscretion the guards weren't here for him. "You, slave, come here and follow us!"

"M-may this uh, humble soul ask-" She started, but when they advanced toward the bed she thought better of it and rose up, fear fluttering in her stomach that something had gone wrong, that she'd alerted someone or given herself away. They walked surrounding her in near total silence, letting the dread build up as she was led through hallways, the harem, and down further than they'd started. Lower and lower, she wondered how deep the casino's basement went.

Suppressing a small shiver as she stared at the stark yet secure hallway before her, cameras all over, solid doors to what seemed like cells lining the walls... She was lead past them until they reached several larger rooms, one of which was flung open and the lioness lead into. There was a moment of confusion when she entered as to what exactly what she was looking at. The large three toed paws and the shape of a chubby rump were stuck up into the air, belonging to Etna who had been tied down onto a bench.

"Ah, the slave." A voice called out. On the other side of the room with Etna between them, were several figures. She recognised the one in the centre from the files they'd been given. More rotund than Etna herself, and the self same crow who had glanced Etna's way before. His name was Arty Stu, owner of the illicit ring they were targeting and he looked up from stroking the shebear's gagged muzzle.

He was bared entirely, having been tempted to get some time in with Etna while they waited. His black and grey feathers made him seem even larger than he already was. All the figures drew back as the crow went to Ofenna's side. "You're my gift, huh?" His arm going around her body and holding her too him.

She hesitated in replying, but he continued anyway. "Well, I just found out something shocking, your 'mistress' here. She's not what she claimed to be, and so I thought up a delightful idea. She tried to pass you off to me as a tool so she could blackmail me, so I'm going to give you a deal. You get to punish her! In fact, the irony of letting a slave take charge over a fake appeals so much, that if you humiliate her in front of the whole room, you'll have earned your freedom!"

It was too good an offer for a slave to pass up, and she knew it, but it seemed that he cover hadn't been totally blown, only Etna's. If she was going to pull off this infiltration, she'd have to agree. "What must I do?"

"Well, if anyone here knows this faker's weaknesses, it would be you." The bird said before leaning in to whisper. "Those assets nearest you though, I want them to be the first target of your reprisal, and given how flirty she was being, I want her begging for satisfaction, got it?"

Ofenna felt the crow's hand slap her rump sharply, sending her forward a pace to the exposed ursine, and one of the staff in attendance had pushed a tray of toys and tools closer. She reached for the solid paddle first, slapping it on her hand first, trying to steel herself before she let her reluctance show. "So, you're a fake, huh." She said in more of a whisper than she meant.

The audience just chuckled, a few of the members from the VIP lounge were filing in to a balcony over the entrance through which Ofenna had come. The raised box filled with luxurious seats. They all thought she was just conquering a slave's jitters after all. "Go on! Think of the times she beat you!" One shouted, trying to get the show started.

Etna looked upwards, her arms were trapped below her and like her legs they'd been strapped onto the padded bench that held her quite exposed. Stuck where she was she could only hear what was said and see the few leering faces of staff in front of her. Stu moved back around to Etna's front, and she winced as his thumb came to brush the large ball in her mouth thoughtfully. "I don't know what you thought you could achieve." He began, before a sharp whapping sound came as the lioness behind her struck her rump, setting it bouncing from the impact. It sounded harder than it was though, and Etna flinched more from shock than the actual feelings.

She still hadn't realised quite what she'd said to get discovered, but there was no doubt in her mind that she had been. From what she'd gathered of their conversations, that also meant it was Ofenna behind her. She rumbled in surprise as a second slap went down on her other butt cheek and a clawed hand pressed into her foot at the same time. "But you made a huge mistake thinking you could bluff your way into my house." Another slap as Ofenna started to get the weight of the paddle in her hand and bolster her persona of the slave taking some revenge. The paddle started to come down rhythmically, alternating between cheeks and making Etna mewl into the large rubber ball, the heat building in both, even prompting her to let out a soft cry at the harsher strikes.

Ofenna fumbled, thinking she was doing too much, and instead she moved the paddle to Etna's soles for a moment, thinking she was giving her some rest. "What are you doing back there?" Stu asked when the moans from the bear got softer. "Punish her!"

"R-right, Sir!" She replied, returning the paddle to her rump while another hand picked up a pinwheel. Thanks to the smacks from the impacting toy, though, the blood had risen to the surface of Etna's paws too, and when the wheel rolled over it was more intense for it. Making her howl in a sudden giggle, torn between gasped moans at the pain and laughter at the touch.

The crow narrowed his eyes, it seemed like the lion was going easy, or he'd just set up high hopes that she'd be more vindictive. He'd have to add to it himself, but he did find Etna quite alluring, frankly if she'd really been there as a guest he'd probably be doing the same to her, just in private and with her permission. His fingers traced the bears jaw, drumming on the straps of her gag as they weaved toward the buckle. A cleared throat to his side made him turn with an exasperated look at the intrusion. "What?" He said, then peered at the phone being held out.

"Yes?" He said, irritated at the interruption.

"It's the lioness. There was something bugging us about the timing of when the files were taken. Sure, we found some files in the bear's bag. But there's no way she put them there while at the bar. The lion must be working with her." The voice said, detailing the other clues they'd picked up.

Stu suppressed his anger as he passed the phone back, speaking warmly to Ofenna. "Slave, come here a moment." He called, and she answered, putting down the paddle and moving, he grabbed her suddenly, forcing her down onto her knees and pressing her nose to nose with the bear, holding her head there. "Gentlemen, it seems the show won't be going as planned, but don't worry! I'll have a better one for you soon!"

In a quieter voice he added. "So, you're accomplices, eh? Well if you like sharing secrets, maybe you can share fates?"

"W-what? Sir, no, you have to believe me I'm not-" Ofenna began.

"Oh spare me your lies!" he said, one hand holding her face to face with Etna, the bear raised her brows as the crow removed the straps of her gag, only to drag them inverted to the lioness, making Ofenna take in the huge ball that was still slick with Etna's drool and even bore the vague hint of the alcohol she'd drunk. The staff moved forward, a few of them tipped off by earpiece and the rest just acting on instinct, lifting ropes off the table, they fell on the lion.

Ofenna's wrists were tugged behind her back, ropes looped into the rings on her cuffs and then threaded to her heels. The cords were drawn tight to bind her, dragged some distance away. Stu pulled on Etna's head to make her watch as the lioness was hogtied so tightly that her chest and thighs were raised off the ground.

"What are you gonna do with her?" The bear asked.

"You should be more worried about what we're going to do with you." Was all he said in response, ignoring her further questions as they watched the lioness get hoisted by the ropes and carried away in them.

Ofenna was carried away, stripped of her clothing, and then tight leather binders were tugged onto her legs, still caught in the hogtie. They only removed the ropes tying her when they'd locked the new restraints on, but suspecting there might be something at play, they tore off the cuffs and collar too. All of her effects were examined for any hidden details while they fitted her arms with new cuffs.

They treated her like the slave she masqueraded to be, and so, outside of being growled at or roughed up for making noise, they didn't communicate at all. Instead hauling her to a frame that they locked her cuffs to, hanging her in the air with her arms spread wide. They prevented her legs wiggling too by fixing a metal hoop each binder had into a restraint that raised her legs high and out to the sides, revealing all she had to see to the watchers. The frame seemed to have a large wheel around it, some distance away from her arms, and as the thick curtain in front of her dropped away, there was enough light for the girl to see what its purpose was. However, her eyes were more taken by the vast space beyond the curtain, with a huge number of furries seated in anticipation.

The walls before her were soundproof glass, and so she didn't hear the exact announcement that was given, but suddenly all eyes were on her. She called for help through the gag but that too was useless, her head looking around as she had time to see that wheel for what it was. Several different placards were all arranged on it, all phallic in nature, some slight, others huge monstrous things, and some that seemed fantastical or fabricated. Without further warning the wheel began to spin around her, with the audience watching eagerly as it slowed. An image of a corkscrewing toy that looked drill like and pointed lit up as the wheel stopped, and the sound of machinery moved below her.

A slot opened up in the ground which let her briefly see the flash of coloured rubber as the drilldo was fitted onto a piston. The audience meanwhile had one more task, to hit a button and choose by majority vote where the toy would thrust. Ofenna discovered their result the same time she discovered exactly what had been prepared for her, the pointed head lining up to gently brush between her ass-cheeks and then plunge in. She squealed, eyes wincing as it sucked back out only to plunge in once more.

The crowd were showing their excitement as they watched and waited, unknown to Ofenna, this was not just for humiliation, not only were they staring and gawking at her for entertainment, but they were already planning how much they would bid in the upcoming slave auction that would decide the girl's fate.

Etna had tried to fight her way free of the hands that had grabbed her, but after landing a few solid hits, they'd wrestled her away. When they'd taken her to her new room, similar to Ofenna's in that the far wall was covered by an opaque curtain. They'd forced a straitjacket onto her which squeezed tightly to her body, rounding over her belly and trapping her arms under her chest. Her breasts stayed exposed thanks to the design that lacked any chest cover, but for all her strength, she could only make the binding garment creak when she thrashed against it.

Stu had been sure to follow, and while his underlings made sure there was no risk to him personally, the crow wanted to add a few touches. They pushed Etna down to the ground, first, making her yelp as her still tender rump felt the impact, she'd been outmatched and so she tried to get it over with. Etna let them drag her legs forward to a set of stocks that Stu clapped shut and locked, spinning the key around a finger to flaunt her helplessness. "While we wait for your fellow conspirator to be dealt with, it's time for your own punishment, and while she failed to properly admonish you, we won't."

There was another flurry of movement as a large cushion was spread out on the floor beside her, and Stu eased himself down to lie on it. Stroking her breasts with one hand as he was given a vibrating wand to hold in the other. "Here's how this is going to work, and why we've left you without a gag. We're going to drive you crazy until you beg for release, and only then will I climb up and give you what you want. But don't worry, I'm patient, I'll wait for you to crack." He said as he thrust the wand to her cleft.

The toy's buzzing filled Etna's senses for a while and it was all she could do just to gasp in response. Any glib comment she'd been about to make lost to that. Another pair of hands, belonging to a lizard on his staff reached in teasing her by rubbing at her thighs and joining in manually with his hands on her nethers. Stu directing the wand away to tease over her nub for a moment, and then back to the wider areas where it wasn't immediately arousing, beyond the constant threat of it moving in just an inch or two.

"H-how easy do you think I am?" The bear said with a blush when she finally got breath enough to speak.

"Easy enough to drunkenly throw yourself at the first guest who looked your way. But don't feel you need to prove it. Trust me, I know how to please a woman." The crow said, his own girth showing in his restrained eagerness to please himself too. The toy jammed in again as his fingers found a nipple to squeeze, adding to Etna's sensations. Despite her bravado she was beginning to squirm already as the lizard at her other side plucked out a bullet vibrator, rubbing it in the bear's own trickling fluids before slipping it inside.

Stu chased it with the head of the wand, rubbing to help push it further in and eliciting a shocked moan of lust from Etna. Already her treacherous thoughts were telling her that if they were in a bedroom and she weren't so tied up, she'd be throwing herself at the crow. A shudder of desire traced her back as she subconsciously gyrated into it. "Oh, not so fast there." The bird said, pulling back again. He slipped the wand between her breasts then and groped both of them, squeezing them around the buzzing head to remind her what she was missing below.

The lizard hadn't stopped though, pinching, brushing, rubbing, whatever it took to work her up, and it was working. Her voice uttering constant moans of need. She craned her neck up when the bullet vibe was suddenly removed, and the bird dropped his arm to let her see a blinking light. They were filming her!

The camera had been rolling since the beginning, and she stared at it in further embarrassment that somehow just made her more aroused. Instead a round rubber dildo was pressed into her cave, squishing softly as the lizard used it to play around at her entrance, teasing her by rubbing all around in slow circles that her desperate hips started to mimic. "Mmmnf. O-okay!" She whimpered, in response Stu removed the toy from her breasts and pushed the buzzing want back to her pelvis. "Oh god, I'm begging. Fuck me!"

He smiled as he and the lizard both went wild with the wand and dildo, dragging her right to the edge "You heard her boys, but there's one more thing before I can do that, you need to know the full story."

The stocks suddenly whirred as poles in the floor extended, rising skyward to drag the bear up. Stu watched lazily, giving a playful wave as the dildo was left squeezed between her lips. Up she went until she was hanging by her legs, only able to squirm in the air as the curtain around her was dropped down. It took her awhile to understand what she was seeing, her lust addled eyes having to adjust to the upside-down world where they saw, across the room, a glass case containing her lioness colleague being reamed by another dildo on a pole. Judging from the spatter, it had been going for long enough that she'd had more than one orgasm, and the display of numbers over her head kept rising.

"So here's the deal. Your friend over there is about to be sold to a wealthy member of those masses staring and jeering." Stu had rising to stand beside her, his beak nuzzling in between her legs, and making her squirm. "Now, I can cancel that right now, and you both will get to leave here. Or I can quench the fire in your loins, personally..." He brushed over her once more, slow and teasing.

Etna's mind was still slow to register that, but they were offering her sex and satisfaction, that she could discern. Her silence held for a while as her eyes closed to fantasize about that bird doing more than just teasing her. "...so hot." She whispered.

"I would think the choice would be obvious, instant gratification but at the cost of another having a life of slavery. Or a moment's calm for mutual freedom. Well. I say a moment." He added enigmatically, backing away to let her watch. Her body was trying to tell her she needed sex right now, surging with jealousy of how Ofenna seemed to be getting pounded in a way that would guarentee satisfaction, and the lioness wasn't really a friend, just someone she'd met and was working with and...

"You need to answer soon, or I'll just decide for you. And spoiler alert, I'm horny enough that I'll want what's right in front of me." He said, his own length swaying into Etna's view, her lips parting with a want to suck on it in case it meant a reward. "Three..." Her eyes had moved to him, god that thing looked like it would be wonderful to ride.

"Two..." The crow had started jostling the toy in her cooch again, in and out playfully, she was so close, she couldn't just... "One..."

"F-fine. Let her go!" The bear managed to yell, overcoming her libido for the time she needed, right at the last moment.

"Damn, a shame, but I am a bird of my word." Stu said. "Which is why I keep back half of the things I want to say! For instance, it might be some time before you get satisfied properly!"

Etna wouldn't be waiting long to find what that meant, the curtain fell on her and Ofenna's chambers both as the stocks lowered her a little. The toy inside her was plucked free and throw away only for a much larger plug, with a matching twin, was pressed toward Etna's holes. They made her moan as they were crammed in, through the strong greedy clenching of her inner walls, down until they reached a suddenly shortened length to sit inside like plugs.

Before she could do anything further a chilly metal band was pressed to her sizeable waist, locking around as another metal shield coiled between her legs and clipped onto the other side. As soon as the chastity belt was in place both toys sprung to life with a dull but lingering buzz, filling her senses again with lust. At a command from the crow, the remaining men removed Etna's jacket and lowered the stockade to the floor before they all filed out of the room. "You know you're lucky I think I like you, or else I'd only have let one of you go. Still, I wouldn't want you doubting my sincerity. We'll give you some time to think over what this means to you." He said, leaving just the camera pointed at her.

She wasted no time in dropping her hands to the belt, trying to wiggle against it and tease herself, but no matter how she tried it wasn't enough to get off, and the metal was unyielding to her attempts... she had no chance for a proper orgasm while this belt was here.

Ofenna had been stuffed in a similar belt, both her holes filled with thick plugs, and none among them had deigned to tell her that the auction had been cancelled. Instead the lioness was forced into a cramped box, padded with thick foam bearing a cut out shape for a person, and an oxygen tank, fitted with a mask was clipped over her head.

The girl's eyes stared in desperation as the lid was lowered and buckled shut with a clunk so secure she could hear it even in the muffled confines.

She'd been handed over to Etna inside the box, and the bear herself was given only her house keys, none of her clothes or other items. Stu came to see her out in person. "Now, we've got enough photos, film, and recordings of both of you, so I expect to see no mention of myself in any major headlines for the next month, or I'll ruin your lives, and maybe even send someone looking, got it?"

"Y-yes, Sir." Etna mumbled, sheepish, still thinking about her need over all.

"Good girl, now, I'll send over a key provided you delete and destroy everything you still have. It'll be with you in a week, providing you honour your end of the bargain. It's been a pleasure for me, at least, do come by again, won't you?" He said, leering at Etna and even patting the box in mock affection. "Try not to get spotted by the cops, they might have questions over your luggage." And then with a shove, Etna was pushed out into the alleyway, turning to see one last smug smirk on the bird's face as the door slammed shut.

Etna had left nothing to chance, deleting everything she could think of that connected to Stu, the casino or even their employer. Ofenna similarly had done the same when she'd finally been convinced that Etna hadn't betrayed her and bought her. The week was a hard one, both girls trying to carry on their lives normally with belts that insisted on teasing them.

Ofenna had to take the time off pleading sickness. The seventh day since their botched mission rolled by and the lioness and bear met in a shared apartment they'd hired while they worked out this crisis. A knock sounded at the door, and by the time they got there, there was just a parcel left on the ground with no sign of who delivered it.

The bear tore into the box, and her eyes lit up with glee, snatching the metal key off the cushion it rested on and sliding it into her belt. Finally she would be free, oblivious to the note that slipped onto the floor. Ofenna waited impatiently beside Etna as the metal clicked and fell off the bear's hips. "Oh thank fuck!" Etna whispered, chest heaving in excitement.

Ofenna grabbed the fallen belt, not caring about sanitation as she reached for the key, pulling on it, but it wouldn't come loose. No matter how she twisted or pulled the key felt like it was welded in place. "What the hell?!" She shouted, spying the paper on the floor. She snatched it up and looked over it.

"Dear Mistress Etna, and Slave.

As a sign of good will, attached is one key for the belt of your choice. And yes, it is a choice. Namely that each key will only work once, so choose wisely and don't try putting the belt back on. The next key will be delivered to the same address in a month's time, to ensure you keep your word.

Regards,

The Grandiose Gallery

P.S. If Ms. Etna will return to the Gallery, the owner promises to buy her a drink and show her a real good time when she gets loose."

The lioness felt a fury build inside her and her eyes were like daggers as they turned on the bear, "A month?!" she growled. "And you didn't want to talk about this first?"

Etna fidgeted sheepishly, "I didn't know, I just wanted out and it was right there and.. Uh... sorry, hehe? A-anyway, there's something I must do!" The bear said, running to the bathroom and slamming the door behind her in some urgency to tend to some very pressing needs.

Ofenna gave the package one last thorough inspection, but when Etna got out of that bathroom she'd have some serious explaining to do...