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Pavlor, Gregor and Vish tumbled down the slide. The pitch-black interior of the tube made it impossible for them to see anything until they were dropped a few feet onto a hard surface. Pavlor landed on his chest, and then was shoved forwards roughly by the two slamming into him from behind. Several grunts, groans and yip of fear later, the three were standing up and feeling for each other.

"Well, this isn't very good," Vish said as he forced Pavlor into a sandwich between the two orca's. "I was hoping this would go smoother, but it seems like we under-estimated him again."

Pavlor's heart was thumping inside his chest. Not only had he felt the thrill and rush of his old memories coming back, but he now was terrified; he was stuck inside a pit and couldn't see a damn thing.

Gregor pushed back a little, "and we're not alone," he said with a rather uncomfortable tone. "Walk away from me, Vish, try and find a wall."

There was no argument from the request. All three began moving slowly as they groped around for some sign of a wall. Though it only took a few seconds, to Pavlor it seemed like and eternity; his heartbeat thumping so loud in his ears he thought that the two orcas would be able to hear it.

"Got it," Vish stated, turning around so his back was to it. They inched along the sides until he found a switch, and though such a thing would normally be considered far from prudent, he flipped it.

The lights came on, and they were stuck in a thirty foot square room, doors leading out from the center of each wall. In the middle of the room was the padding they had landed on, and just beyond that was a grating in the floor with several purple tentacles searching about madly. They luckily couldn't get in too far, as their reach just barely exceeded the padded center. Up near the ceiling was a small dome that contained a camera.

A crackling was heard and a voice came over the intercom from above. It was Xeneth, and he seemed annoyingly smug. "I've sealed off the exits to the complex, so you won't be making it out anytime soon. I do so hope you enjoy the dungeons, if starvation doesn't kill you, then the extraction of your fluids will. All the creatures and machines are set loose. Enjoy, because I will enjoy watching."

The doors opened as the intercom shut off, which was both good and bad, because it seemed every door opened. The grating over the tentacles slid away and allowed them to come up more. Without saying a word, Vish steered everyone to the closest door, slipping out before the creature in the room could pick up their heat.

The hallway was empty, and they stood far enough away from the door to be able to converse in whispers. Vish rubbed Pavlor's ears, smiling down at him. "Sorry it took us so long, the tracking device had to be well hidden so it wouldn't give you away to their sensors."

"Tracking?" Pavlor looked at the big orca with a confused look. "What do you mean? What happened to Sharven, what happened after the driver of the car?"

Vish put his hand on Pavlor's shoulder, "I don't have time to explain right now, but you have a weak-transmitter placed inside you so we could find you. It took a few months, but we tracked you down here."

"A few months?" Pavlor was beginning to not trust Vish. "Its only been a week since the car... Hasn't it?"

Gregor was walking down the hall slightly and was looking around while the two others conversed. He seemed to be looking for the best place to take them, if such a thing could be found in here.

"No," Vish continued with the infinite patience he always showed, "You've been moved around quite a bit, we had you tracked over fifteen different places. But look, we found you, and we're going to get you out of here. Sharven is fine, he's sending in an attack force to take down the slave ring. Our job was to come and find you, and keep you safe. And that's what we are going to do."

A metallic grinding sound came from the room they had exited. All three looked over to see a spider-like mechanical device, easily bigger than a normal sized orca, stepping through the furthest door. The tentacle beast, which had sensed this, was now hiding stealthily inside its home. There was no mistaking that this silvery spider was headed right towards the three, and Vish didn't need to wait to see if it wanted to serve them tea.

"This way," Gregor exclaimed behind them, and Vish took no time in pushing Pavlor along. They followed Gregor down the hall, taking a quick left, then a right at each intersection. The halls were a good forty feet long with brushed metal walls and lights to illuminate the passages. The spider machine was gaining on them, eight padded legs thumping the floor harshly as it gained.

"In here, quick!"

They ducked into a room, hugging the walls inside the dark room as the spider stopped and guarded the door. They weren't going to get out that way while it stood there, but it seemed to not want to come in, for whatever reason.

"I don't like this," Vish said.

Pavlor peered around the darkness, catching the movement of shadows. The three waited, seeing as there was little else for them to do, trapped between the unknown room and the spider machine outside it. Then another movement caught his eye. The lights in the room started to come on slightly, enough to show what was in here.

Four rubbery bags hung from the ceiling, each lipped around a large metallic ring big enough for a body to fit through. Two bags were full, the creatures inside where easily visible as the struggled and wiggled. There was a bear and a fox, their heads bulged slightly, perhaps because of some breathing mechanism over their faces, as the rubber bags were vacuumed tightly to their bodies. From their groins stuck out tubes, each one a mechanical piston which were pushing back and forth and apparently stroking their shafts.

There were no sounds coming from them, but it was quite obvious the fox was more active than the bear. In a few moments of disgusted awe, the fox seemed to tense up, and the hose on the end of the piston jostled as it siphoned away the ejaculate it had milked.

"Agh, fuck!" Gregor yelled as he was suddenly yanked upwards. A rubber coated tendril from the floor had slithered to his leg and grabbed his ankle. Before either Pavlor or Vish could respond, he was pulled up into a central hole in the ceiling, and then dropped into one of the bags.

Dumbfounded, Pavlor felt Vish shove something into his paw. He looks at the glint of a small blade, like a tiny throwing dagger. "We gotta get them out," Vish said.

The bag began to shrink in around Gregor, who was struggling madly. His legs and arms seemed to be trapped inside sleeves in the bag, and there were some mechanical arms attempting to position him. A few moments later, the bag was sealed and a piston was being placed over a hole where his groin was.

"There has to be a safety switch here somewhere. They can't just let these machines run if they have to service them. Knowing Xeneth, he had to have something down here. Look, there's only one bag left, hopefully it will ignore one of us if they other is caught. Go!"

Pavlor started looking around, but wasn't at all certain at what he was looking for. He caught a glance over at Gregor, who was still struggling inside the vacuumed bag. The piston was over his erection and the slurping, squishy end was tightly held against the sensitive skin. It was slowly moving back and forth, leaving trails of thick slime as it forcibly stroked him. The writhing attempts to escape were quickly being subverted by the intense pleasure forced upon the bound orca.

The canine noticed a mechanical tendril coming at him, dodging it just in time as it missed his leg by less than an inch. The rubber end thumped the wall hard and then recoiled and attempted a grab at Vish. Knowing that it was more important to try and stop these machines that to help Vish, he continued along the wall, searching for anything that might help.

Vish yelled from across the room, he had been a little slower in his reflexes, and was now yanked up into the ceiling and deposited in the last bag. Pavlor did all he could to ignore the situation, despite the painful erection he was now sporting. All this forced sex near him, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it, like it was what he was supposed to do.

Good boy, a voice whispered into his head, obey, good boy.

He shook his head; he didn't want to hear it, to hear Xeneth's voice tainting his mind. "No!" He said it out loud, grabbing his ears and putting his hands over them, but the voice continued.

Obey like a good slave. You want to be a good boy, obey me.

Pavlor struggled, the voice in his mind making him want to stroke his cock, to find something to shove under his tail. In a maddening fit, he took the little knife that was given to him and stuck it into his paw. The pain was instant as trickles of blood oozed from the small wound. The pain made his senses clear, as if cold water have been suddenly poured over his thoughts. The heat and need subsided enough to allow him to think.

He looked at the room, desperate to find something to free the captives, watching as how Vish's shaft was now fitted with its own piston, and it began a calculated milking of his shaft. The curled length being engulphed by the piston, the hip-surging humps as the orca tried to buck it off, or possibly to instead fuck it harder...

Then he spotted it, just next to the door. A small slit that glinted against the light, had Pavlor been a half a step to either side, he would not have seen it. To get there, he would have to be nimble. The tendril was still trying to get him, and if he were to become trapped, it would be all over. He would spend the rest of his life being sucked dry, until he had no more fluids.

The tendril quickly shot out again for his leg but he dodged it. It was close; two hairs from his leg were yanked out from the metal jointing as it snagged some of his fur. He skirted quickly along the side, the dull, throbbing sting in his palm keeping the sick voice in his head at bay.

He stumbled a moment, seeing the bag that Gregor was in shudder and heard a muffled groan of ecstasy from him. The sound made the voice come back into his head, Give in like a good slave. You want to be a...

Pavlor stabbed himself again, causing a second cut in his palm. "Get out of my head you sick fuck," he said to his bleeding palm. The distraction in his head was enough to cause the tendril to latch onto his leg. He fell down as his ankle was yanked out from under him and was half way across the room before he was able to react. He took the slightly bloodied dagger and stabbed it at the tendril, hitting it once, then twice. The third stab got the blade in between a jointing, and wedged it in as deep as it could go. The tendril tightened painfully around his ankle, cause a sickening snap of bone. Pavlor bit back a scream, and then felt the tendril loosen and slack. The prehensile end was short-circuited, and it pulled back into the center, leaving Pavlor on the floor with a broken ankle.

Vish was close to him, and he could see the black outline of his rubber encased shaft as the piston gave brief glimpses of it. He turned away quickly when he heard the orca burst into a moan, the corruption of Xeneth's voice just on the edge of his consciousness.

Pavlor crawled along the floor to where he saw the slit in the wall, propping himself up against the metal and favored his good ankle. The slit as barely visible, but he could see that a card could be slid into it. Looking at the stained blade, he shoved it inside.

The blade pushed against a switch, which clicked loudly. The pistons in the room suddenly stopped, each one pulling off its victim. Pavlor sighed with relief, leaving the dagger inside the security slot. He limped up to Gregor, who was closest, and bit at a section of rubber to tear it open. It took nearly two minutes before he bit away enough to cause the bag to inflate, then pushed his fingers into the hole and yanked, ripping the bag open.

It took nearly three minutes to rip enough of the bag before Gregor to move. He slipped his hand out of the bagging and helped. It took a great deal of work, but Gregor was finally able to wiggle and free himself. He smiled at Pavlor, kissing his head, "I owe you, puppy." He gripped Pavlor, and accidentally kicked his broken ankle.

Pavlor howled out in pain, jerking his leg back.

"Oh, oh puppy, I'm sorry! You OK?"

Pavlor grimaced and nodded, "Yeah, but we have to get the others out. Don't mind me."

"Well, go rest that leg, I'll get the others." Gregor moved swiftly, tearing off a small white patch of rubber from his fore-arm, revealing a dagger exactly like the one Vish had. He sliced into the orca's encasement easily, getting him out quickly. Vish stood a bit uneasily as he had been milked a few times all ready and his legs didn't want to work quite yet. They worked to release the other captives, helping them down out of the bags.

Pavlor sat against the wall under the security override, looking up at the knife as it stuck out from the slot. His ankle was starting to swell, throbbing with hot pain. He looked down at it, poking the sides gingerly with a finger, sending dull flashes of pain up his leg.

Gregor came back, holding the bear between them while the fox was cowering behind them. They put the bear down carefully, resting him on his back. Vish knelt over him, and listened to his heart, then felt inside his mouth. "He's dehydrated, badly. If we can't find him some water soon..." He looked up at Gregor, who scowled in a most uncharacteristic way.

Gregor responded, "I doubt there is any water, unless you know of some," he asked the fox.

The fox looked nervous, as if he didn't trust either orca. He nodded though, "There... is a safe room near here, where we... hide out until the sentinels chase us out. I... I can show you I think. But we..." He looked down at Pavlor, seeing his ankle. "shouldn't stay here," he concluded.

"Sentinels? The big spider machines?" Gregor asked.

The fox nodded, "If they capture you, they drop you into a gorgon pit."

Vish looked sickened, "Gorgons? Here? If I ever get a hold of Xeneth, I'm going to finish the job Sharven started." Pavlor was lifted by Gregor, who held him gently in his arms. Vish picked up the bear, "We should go, lead the way."

"Wait!" Pavlor pointed at the knife. "We should take it, and search the rooms for those slots. I think it's what deactivates a room."

"Good idea," Vish said, grabbing it quickly, for he saw the fox starting to eye it with a crazed glare. "What's your name?" he asked the fox.

"Danny," he said.

"I'm Vish, that's Gregor, and the canine here is Pavlor. We're here to shut down this place, and get everyone out. OK?"

The fox nodded.

Gregor interjected, "Best let me go first. Just tell me which way to go."

The fox nodded a second time, and pointed towards the door to the left. "I think it's that way, if I remember correctly."

Gregor marched off, holding Pavlor. The walked out the door, first checking to make sure there were no spider sentinels. They headed around the room, and doubled back after a moment to go the opposite way.

Pavlor had to ask, "Umm, what's a gorgon?"

Vish wasn't fazed by the question, and answered it as succinctly and clinically as he could, "It's a genetic construct designed to drain as much semen before consuming its victim. They were outlawed almost thirty years ago."

Pavlor didn't push it any further, as the rounded a corner and saw a sentinel facing away from them. They quickly ducked back around, Gregor peeking around the corner every so often. Thankfully, the sentinel moved on after a minute.

They walked down the hall again, turning right twice, then left, until they got to a closed door. Danny pushed it hard with his hands, and it slid in a bit and then to the side. The room was empty, aside from a small watering trough, a couple of rough looking benches and a food dispenser.

Vish looked at the wall, finding a slot and shoving his knife into it. There was a click, then a small panel on the wall opened. A keyboard and a display popped out.

Gregor put Pavlor down on a bench while Sharven brought the fox and the bear to the watering trough. He was determined to keep an eye on the fox, just to make sure he didn't do anything funny. He had been acting rather skittish and strange since they rescued him.

With the bear placed down, Vish started feeding him small handfuls of water, pouring a little into the bear's mouth. The bear, quite thirsty and very weak, was weakly responsive to this. He was searching for more, but Vish was being careful to ration it slowly.

"Well, the good news," Gregor said after a few minutes of typing, "is that the security slots don't require a specific card, just any kind of card. The bad news," he said with less enthusiasm, "is that a master lockout was made, and this whole complex is sealed shut. I did manage to partially lock it out from here, at least the sentinels are deactivated, and I can see about... twenty five others down here. There is a map, and I can see everyone's position. There are about five that could use our help. I should go off alone, because you need to watch after that bear. Are you going to be all right here with him, Pavlor?"

In a rare fit of sarcasm, Pavlor responded, "No, I'm half left."

Gregor looked puzzled for a second, before he smirked. "Good to see you still have your sense of humor. I'll be back." He walked out the door, leaving the others in the resting room.

Pavlor moved and sat next to the fox. There was a long, awkward silence between the two.

The fox finally spoke up, talking in a whisper. "Are you a free slave?"

"Free slave? What do you mean?"

"Well, I ran away from the guy who took me in. I didn't want to stay. I got caught by a bunch of those guys, and because I wouldn't do what they wanted, I got thrown in here. Did you do the same?"

"Oh, uh, no. I was actually happy with my owner. He's been really good to me, and I... well, I got kidnapped and taken away. They made me forget about him somehow, but I am not a 'free slave' I guess. Why, what happened to you?"

The fox looked over at Vish nervously, it looked like the fox didn't want to talk too much about it.

Pavlor noticed this, and put an arm gently on the fox's shoulder. "Look, that's Vish, I know him really well. There are lots of orca's that don't do bad things to thier pets. They don't take you if you wont fit in. And if there are problems, I know they have things to help."

"But," the fox continued, "I don't want to be here. Well, I mean I did at first, but... the orca that got me... he did mean things to me, hurt me. So I ran away."

Pavlor was at a loss for what to say. "Vish," he said loud enough for the orca to hear. The fox suddenly seemed quite nervous.

"Yes puppy," he responded as he kept feeding the bear small amounts of water.

"What happens when someone mistreats their pets?"

The orca looked up with a rather bland expression. "They get tried for abuse. If they are found guilty, they are fined, jailed, and their pet or pets are taken away, to be put in foster homes. They get cared for until they find a new home, or if they can't be placed, we either send them home, if we can, or we put them in small communities where they can be as free as our laws allow. Why?"

"Well," Pavlor continued, "Danny here was telling me," the fox started to curl up a little, and his eyes darted around, looking for an escape. Pavlor calmed him down before continuing by saying, "Look, Danny, this is Vish, he's a good guy. I know him. He came to rescue me, and everyone else here." The fox seemed to ease a bit on his apprehension. Pavlor returned his attention to the orca, "I think Danny was abused. He ran away. Is there anything we can do for him?"

Vish finished with the bear, having given him enough water for the moment. "Come here you two, its OK."

Pavlor had to coax the fox to get up, but he did, walking over subserviently to the orca and bear. He bid them to sit down, and took a moment to watch the fox.

Vish said, "I know you must have had a hard time, Danny. I don't blame you for being nervous, or scared, or even wanting to hurt any orca you happen to see." The fox seemed to get a little red in the face. "I'm here to rescue everyone here. If you can't stay here because of what has happened, there are ways we can help fix it, or make things more comfortable for you. I wont lie to you, its difficult to send someone home. But would I be such a bad guy if I weren't sitting here helping to save this bear?"

The fox did nothing to respond except to glance at the bear, who was breathing a little better now.

"We don't have a perfect system in place to catch everything. But, I promise you I will help as much as I can..."

Vish was cut off as Gregor returned. He was carrying what looked like a passed-out horse, followed by a few others, one of whom was a rabbit with a nasty scar over his left eye. "I couldn't leave him," Gregor said. His eyes looked misty as he held the horse. It was apparent after a few moments that the equine was no longer alive. The sight of it bothered Pavlor immensely. "I got him out of one of those bags like we were in. I don't think he has been gone for too long." Gregor was holding back some tears, though there was a look of fury mixed in there as well. he placed the horse on a bench, attempting to position his body so he looked more dignified.

The others filed in behind, one going to the food dispenser and getting a gray brick. He started nibbling it with a look of reserved disgust.

"Well," Gregor continued after showing the dead equine more respect than he had probably seen in a long time, "We wait for Sharven to get us out."

"We may not have time," Danny said. He had moved up to look at the display that was sticking out of the wall. "The sentinels are active again."

The display was showing the numbered sentinels moving about the corridors again, and a small message at the bottom of the screen flashing, "Did you think it would be that easy?"