Abduction
Eben Kent couldn't help but think his employer was a touch on the eccentric side.
"I want six cheetahs. Male. Between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five. They're too damn rare on the market, which is why I need you. Try to choose targets from far away, who won't be terribly missed..."
Eben actually marketed himself as an assassin, but the wolf had become something of a generic underworld handyman in the employ of one Captain Haruto Kenshin - one of the twelve overlords of the Association in New Corus City.
The twelve called themselves "Captains", but actually wielded far more power than one would imagine a mere crime lord would have. Law and order had long since been a mere facade in New Corus. The police spent their time writing out parking tickets and harassing political enemies of the country's dictatorial President. The twelve overlords had long since gone past bribery and corruption, and now they practically owned every official and civil servant in the capital - the President of the country being very much on their payroll, almost one of them himself. The twelve made their own laws, and flaunted their affluence and power to the greatest extent possible. It wasn't difficult to do in a city built to be a gambling and tourist paradise.
Slavery had become popular again - at least amongst the wealthy and connected. Slaves were almost openly traded in showrooms. Foreigners, family members of Association enemies, anyone who wasn't under Association protection was at some risk of becoming a slave if they crossed the Association, or even if they were particularly attractive to market interests.
One person who could afford as many slaves as he wanted was Haruto Kenshin. It was likely that he was the richest man in the country, and on the shortlist for richest in the world. The tiger loved to display his inordinate wealth whenever he got the opportunity. He owned multiple mansions, operated a fleet of luxury cars, and a further fleet of luxury aircraft - you name it, he had it, including a veritable army of goons and agents to keep his empire running.
The aging tiger never ceased to dream up new ways of flaunting his immense wealth. Recently he'd taken to the notion of acquiring rare species as his household slaves. His slave acquisition agents flooded the black market with requests for African wild dogs, black leopards, arctic foxes, and - mostly recently - cheetahs. His slaves were overwhelmingly male, and although it was abundantly clear to all that the unmarried Captain Henshin's preferences were very much biased towards boys and young men, no man who wished to continue living ever made an issue out of it.
The reason Eben had begun to consider his employer slightly eccentric was because Captain Kenshin had a particular purpose in mind for these cheetahs beyond the obvious generic household or sex-slave roles. In a callous expression of his nigh-unlimited wealth, Haruto Kenshin intended to use six beautiful, extremely rare cheetah slaves as draft animals to pull a carriage - the type normally pulled by non-anthro horses. Apparently he'd got the idea when another Captain had bought two highly expensive white horses to pull a carriage in the more traditional sense. No one could say that Captain Kenshin was limited to the orthodox when flaunting his wealth.
Eben sighed softly to himself. He was currently hiding in a hotel-room closet, waiting for his final acquisition to enter the room. It was getting close to midnight, and Eben was wondering if the little feline shit was ever going to return from spending his father's money on whatever it is kids spend money on in an adult's playground. The target was an appropriate young male cheetah, of course - a foreign tourist with no in-country connections. Age: 17. He was with his father (a cheetah too old for Captain Kenshin) and a female fox who was married to Eben's father - although obviously wasn't the boy's mother. They had booked two hotel rooms - one for themselves and one for the boy. Normally Eben wouldn't have considered abducting a tourist likely to be missed, but suitable young male cheetahs didn't just float into New Corus every day. He'd managed to find one in the country who wasn't under Association protection, two slaves on the global market, and a further two foreigners - one another tourist and one a sailor on a passenger liner. It had taken him nearly three months to acquire all of them, and Captain Kenshin was starting to get impatient. He had to acquire this last one, or risk appearing incompetent in the eyes of his very powerful, very vindictive employer.
Eben caught his breath as he heard voices in the passage outside. The door was unlocked, and light spilled into the darkened room. The light-switch flicked on, and Eben could see his target through a small crack in the wardrobe door. He was exactly what his employer wanted - a young, healthy, male cheetah. A cheetah's appearance doesn't vary all that much... They all tend to be tall, very slim and athletic. Eben had never seen a fat cheetah, or a heavily-built cheetah. It would be as strange as seeing one with blue spots. Eben quietly watched this particular specimen as he shut the door behind him and began to prepare himself for bed.
The young cheetah hummed softly to himself as he stripped off the red golf shirt he'd been wearing to reveal his species' characteristic slim, curved torso and relatively deep, but narrow chest. He removed the rest of his clothes and made for the bathroom where Eben heard the shower spray to life. The naked cheetah then returned to bend over the open suitcase on the bed and rummage in it - apparently looking for a toiletry item he'd need for his shower. His back was to the wardrobe containing his would-be kidnapper.
Eben chose his moment. He pushed open the wardrobe door - the plastic hinges making no sound - and advanced on his quarry silently from behind, the carpeted floor not betraying his approach.
He drew up behind the naked, crouching cheetah and with one well-practiced manoeuvre, masked the cat's mouth with his left paw, drawing his head away to the side and exposing the right side of his neck. With his right hand, he swiftly but accurately jabbed a needled syringe into the cat's exposed neck and immediately discharged its contents. Removing the syringe and stepping back, he silently observed the cheetah's last jerking movements. The sedative concoction he'd been injected with paralysed all voluntary movement in his head and neck near-instantly; the cat only managed a short indignant groan as he fell quickly to his knees and then onto his stomach on the carpet. He jerked slightly and groaned a second time, but was totally unconscious within a few seconds. The sedative would keep him that way for a good two hours yet.
Eben bent over the unconscious teenager and gently wiped away a small spot of blood which had emerged from the needle's pinprick. He sighed with a small measure of relief at a job cleanly done. After making sure the coast was clear, he retrieved a laundry cart he'd left down a nearby side-corridor out in the hallway and quickly bundled the naked cheetah into it - concealing his spotted body with towels. He then left as quietly as he'd arrived, to a getaway van in the hotel's underground parking. The boy would likely be reported missing the next day, and the cops would duly launch a mock investigation which would result in fake evidence being produced to the effect that the young cheetah had been killed, and his unrecognizable remains had been recovered at a nearby building site. Fake dental or DNA evidence would link the corpse to the unfortunate cheetah. He didn't know it yet, but the cheetah was now the property of Captain Haruto Kenshin.
The van sped out of the glittering Corus City core and onto one of the freeways leading out into the silent, black countryside. It was driven by one of Haruto's goons - Eben was in the back with the unconscious cheetah and another of Haruto's employees - Dmitri.
"So we finally got this job done, huh? God, what a bitch it was. That tiger sure knows how to pick 'em. Bet ya next week he'll have us find him five hermaphrodite albino jaguars to massage his paws for him."
The one-eyed black wolf snorted and grinned at his own wit. Eben smiled back at him coldly - he wondered how much of a bitch it had actually been for him to wait in the van for a few hours, listening to the radio and smoking.
"Cute kid, though, huh? I prefer the ladies myself, but these cheetahs are another story. I won't mind a little bit of that ass."
The cheetah was lying on his side on the cold metal floor of the van. His paws were securely bound together in front of him, and by a short length of rope to his ankles - hogtied. He was still naked, but that wasn't much of a problem, considering Eben would only have stripped him if he hadn't been that way to begin with. He'd been silent and inert for much of the journey to Captain Haruto's palatial country estate, but now he began to stir in his sleep - he groaned softly behind the rudimentary cloth gag in his mouth as the effects of the powerful sedative began to wear off.
"I think he's gonna wake up soon."
"It doesn't matter. We're nearly there."
Less than twenty minutes later, the van turned off the freeway onto the short road which led up to Captain Haruto's estate.
The first thing the cheetah saw as he slipped back into full consciousness was the smiling visage of Dmitri - a scary sight at the best of times, but particularly unpleasant if you're chained up and naked.
"Wakey wakey."
The cheetah was suspended painfully from the ceiling by his wrists in a bare basement room of Haruto's mansion. The chains only allowed his clawed toes to brush lightly against the bare concrete floor. The room was lit by a single naked bulb which cast long shadows from the cheetah's two lupine captors.
Eben removed the cat's gag.
"Who... Who are you?"
He was scared. Eben smiled at Dmitri who grinned back and nodded. The cheetah was not scared enough.
The wolf drew a handgun from his waistband and pointed it casually at the cheetah's face - the barrel approximately two inches from the cat's forehead.
"Please..."
Eben smiled back mutely at the simpering feline. He aimed the gun just past the cat's head - moving it close to the cheetah's left ear.
He pulled the trigger three times in quick succession. The .45 calibre hollow-points hammered harmlessly into the thick concrete wall behind the cheetah. The sound of the pistol discharging in the small room was immensely loud.
A spent shell casing ricocheted against the cheetah's head. Muzzle-flash singed his fur slightly. The tinnitus in his ears drowned out the sound of brass bouncing against the hard concrete floor.
"Oh God... Please don't shoot me. Please don't kill me."
This would be easier than Eben had predicted. He sighed softly and smiled - savouring the acrid smell of gunpowder in the confined room. He gently placed the warm, smoking barrel of the gun against the upper left eyelid of the young cheetah.
"Shhh."
The cheetah's heart hammered in his chest. His right eye was focussed on the word "AUSTRIA" inscribed on the pistol's black plastic slide. His left eye was closed, the warm gun barrel pressing firmly into its lid.
Eben wouldn't dream of shooting the cheetah unless his very life depended upon it, and even then he'd have reservations. Of course the snivelling teenager didn't know that, and didn't know that his spotted hide was worth more than the average sports car in monetary terms.
"Do you want to die, little cheetah?"
"No..."
It was a soft, plaintive answer.
"Then you will do everything you are told."
Eben lifted the gun from the cat's eye and let it fall to his side. He nodded to Dmitri, who walked behind the cheetah, out of the cat's field of vision. Eben turned back to address his captive.
"You are now the property of Captain Haruto Kenshin."
"Wh... What?"
"Did I stutter? I said that you are now the property of Captain Haruto Kenshin. You are his slave."
Eben smiled as the news sunk in. The cheetah appeared disbelieving, shaking his head in shock.
"Who is Haruto Kenshin?"
Eben laughed out loud at the boy's ignorance, gesticulating to Dmitri who joined in.
"Can you believe this guy? Oh, kid... Heh. You don't even watch the news, do you? Heh, what about the Crime Channel? Nah, I guess a stupid little shit like you wouldn't know who Captain Kenshin is. MTV is one of the few channels he ain't been on."
The cheetah didn't join in with the wolves' joviality.
"Listen... My father is rich. He'll... He'll pay whatever you guys want to get me back. Just please... Please don't hurt me."
Eben stopped smiling and sighed. The cheetah couldn't see Dmitri standing behind him, or what Dmitri held coiled in his hands.
Eben nodded to Dmitri, and the big wolf uncurled the thick, black whip he'd been flexing between his fingers. The rhinoceros hide sliced through the air, but the cheetah didn't have much time to wonder what the noise was before it landed horizontally across his lower back with a loud 'thwack'.
"Aaaaah!"
The cheetah screamed out of shock as a line of fire ignited under his fur. He jerked forward from the impact.
Eben tucked his pistol back into his waistband and stepped towards the dangling cheetah. He gently caressed the side of the cat's muzzle with his left paw. Tears were starting to form in the boy's eyes.
"Aaw, you poor kid," Eben whispered gently.
"I'm afraid Daddy can't buy you out of this."
With that, Eben brought his right fist up hard into the cat's solar plexus, into the spot just under the cheetah's ribs.
The cheetah's vision darkened momentarily as pain exploded in his diaphragm. He was winded. He couldn't breathe, much less talk. He gasped like a dying fish as he swung gently from his wrists, his toes scraping the floor. The pain mushroomed in his torso. He felt like crawling into a little ball around it, but of course he couldn't.
Eben nodded to Dmitri a second time, and the black wolf slowly sent the whip singing through the air, landing three blows against the cheetah's narrow back. The first, between his shoulder blades, only caused him to jerk, the second caused him to grunt. The third, which curled around his right flank, knocked him out of his winded state, allowing him to scream with the pain burning across his back and throbbing in his belly.
The cheetah cried, real tears running down the black tear-marks on either side of his muzzle. He gasped through involuntary sobs, hungry for air that his diaphragm seemed keen to deny him.
Eben folded his arms across his chest. He waited a few moments to allow some of the pain to work its way out of his victim's slender body.
"To elaborate... We are not holding you for ransom. We are not holding you hostage. You are the slave of Captain Haruto Kenshin, and you will never be released."
The teenage cheetah just sobbed quietly, his eyes closed and his head bent forwards.
Eben nodded to Dmitri again, and the cheetah began to moan before the first strike hit him. Two more strikes followed - the long, thick whip cutting a lazy arc through the air. By the third, the cheetah raised his head to scream in genuine agony. The thick whip was leaving raised, blood-filled welts on his back and flanks, but of course they were almost entirely invisible underneath his fur. Dmitri and Eben were allowed to do a lot to train Kenshin's cheetah slaves, as long as they didn't leave them unable to run, or with unsightly disfigurations.
"Please... Please stop."
The cheetah's deep chest rose and fell with his pained gasps for air.
"Please. I'll do anything. Just stop hitting me..."
The last request broke off into sobs. Eben smiled and moved close to the cheetah's face again so that he could whisper to him.
"We are going to be your trainers. You will obey our every command. If you disobey, you will be punished most severely. You will address us as 'sir'. Is that clear, slave?"
"Yes.... Yes, sir."
Eben smiled. He gently caressed the cheetah's face, carefully wiping tears away so that he could get a better look at him.
"Good. Maybe we won't have to hurt you so much."
Dmitri snorted.
"I think it's time to break him in."
Eben smiled into the young cheetah's terrified eyes. He let his right paw travel down the slim feline's midriff, gently running a claw across the deep chest, concave belly and into his navel.
The cheetah began to sob anew, realising that he was about to be raped. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.
"No..."
Eben snatched the cat's muzzle and let his claws sink in, silencing him.
"Now, didn't you just say that you were going to be a good boy? Must Dmitri hit you with the whip again?"
The cheetah was silent. Tears ran from his eyes over Eben's fingers.
"Well?"
Eben punctuated this query by clamping his claws briefly into the cat's muzzle before releasing him.
"No.... Sir."
Eben smiled.
"Good."
He stepped back from the cheetah and casually began to undress, placing his pistol on a chair and draping his clothes over it.
"I've got first dibs, Dmitri. I was the one hiding in the closet for three hours after all."
The larger black wolf just grunted in reply.
"Besides... I don't care that you like to make them bleed, but it's damn nasty if one has to go in there right afterwards."
Dmitri chuckled.
"Alright buddy, have it your way. I'll go find the brand..."
Dmitri left the room. Good, Eben thought. He wasn't particularly fond of an audience. He finished undressing and approached the cheetah.
The cheetah's terrified eyes focussed on the wolf's cock as Eben approached. Eben got the impression the feline had never been taken by a man before. He smiled casually at the cat as he approached, his bare wolfhood rapidly hardening.
Casually taking up position behind his prey, he massaged his dick to hasten its erection.
Eben gently embraced the young cheetah from behind, running his front paws over the cat's beautifully curved torso - feeling the feline's quick breathing and hammering heart. His dick brushed up against the base of the cat's tail. Eben could feel his knot engorge almost painfully above his sheath.
He'd fucked all five of the other cheetahs shortly after acquiring them, and subsequently several times. It was part of their training. Sometimes he really loved working for Captain Kenshin.
"Please... Please don't."
Eben gripped the cheetah's nutsack and squeezed firmly enough to silence the feline with a gasp.
"Don't speak unless you're spoken to, slave."
Eben grabbed the cheetah's tail near its base and roughly pulled it up to allow his cock to press against its intended target. The cat cried out briefly as his tail bones bent in a way they were not intended to.
Eben pressed the tip of his cock against the feline's virgin tail-hole. Pre-cum eased its passage inwards somewhat, but it was going to be a rough ride. He slowly let himself slide in up to his knot, and then withdrew. The cheetah was silent, shuddering mutely as he was taken for the first time by another male.
Eben chuckled at his prey's stoic response. He rammed his knot in, gasping in ecstasy as it penetrated the cheetah's tight sphincter. The cheetah in turn gasped in pain and surprise.
He began to thrust, his knot buried in the slim cat. He caressed the cheetah's slender body as he thrusted, and gripped the cat's neck-fur with his front teeth.
It wasn't long before he came, pumping his seed into the cheetah's bowels. He relinquished the cat's neck and exclaimed his ecstasy with a moan.
"Hehe, done already?"
Dmitri was back.
Eben groaned his pleasure. The cheetah stared forward in shock, tears running down his pretty face.
"How was he?"
Eben slowly extricated his cock.
"Nice. Try not to do too much damage. This one's good enough for the boss."
"Heh. Nothing that won't heal. Here, thought we'd need this."
Dmitri handed Eben a towel. He cleaned himself with one hand and took the electric branding iron with the other.
Dmitri began to undress.
"Want to warm that thing up? This won't take long."
Eben plugged the brand into a wall socket and activated it. It was a jury-rigged heating device which pumped current through a custom-built element shaped into an "H" and a "K" - Haruto Kenshin's initials. It was used to mark most of the slaves belonging to the Captain. Eben let it warm up as he watched Dmitri take his share of the night's booty.
The large black wolf took up his position behind the much smaller cheetah. Dmitri didn't believe in taking things slow. He rammed his knot in immediately. The cheetah raised his head and yowled with pain.
The boy's screams were to no avail. Dmitri pulled back, extracting his cock fully, knot and all. He then re-entered the cat as abruptly as the first time, eliciting another anguished scream of pain.
This process repeated itself, Dmitri ramming his huge cock in up to the hilt and then extracting it fully each time. The cheetah's screams didn't cease.
"AAAH! Stop! Oh God! AAAAH!"
Dmitri held the cheetah by his thin mid-section, lifting him off the ground entirely when his cock was inside, and letting him back down to dangle from his wrists when it was out.
The entire process seemed to take a lot longer than it actually did. Eventually Dmitri came inside the smaller feline, groaning loudly with pleasure.
"Oh yes... I'd forgotten how good these cheetahs are."
The cheetah was sobbing uncontrollably. Eben got the impression he hadn't enjoyed losing his virginity. However, the boy's own penis stood erect from its sheath. No man, no matter how unwilling, could prevent that from happening after so much abuse to his prostate.
Dmitri withdrew his cock. The semen which oozed out of the cheetah's abused tail-hole was tainted red with blood.
"I do hope you haven't damaged him permanently."
Dmitri grinned as he grabbed the towel from Eben.
"Don't worry. He'll be just fine. That thing warmed up yet?"
The brand was bright red - almost orange. Waves of heat shimmered off the glowing initials.
"Yeah. You want to do it?"
"Nah, you do it. I did it last time."
"Whatever."
Eben approached the cheetah. The brand's cord was long enough to allow it to stay plugged in.
The cheetah was still crying, but now he focussed on the hot red iron approaching him. He looked Eben in the eye and slowly shook his head - mutely pleading with the wolf to forgo this last torture.
Eben simply nodded sadly in reply. He walked around behind the cheetah to get a good shot at his backside.
The iron hissed as it was impressed upon the cheetah's right buttock, but this was drowned out entirely by the cat's scream - an expression of pure, unimaginable agony. It lasted for as long as the brand was pressed against his ass, which was as long as it took for the stench of burning fur to be replaced with the stench of burning meat. It continued for a while after the brand was removed.
The cheetah gasped for breath when the pain finally began to subside. Tears flowed freely down his face.
"One on the ass, one on the chest."
Eben walked around to the cheetah's front. The cat couldn't believe what he was hearing. He shook his head and begged with his captor.
"No! NO! Please, God, I'll do anything you want, just don't AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Eben pressed the brand firmly against the left side of the cheetah's chest, leaving the mark just under the cat's nipple.
At some point the cheetah lost control of his bladder, but it may have been after he lost consciousness.
"Heh. That was fun."
Eben unplugged the brand from the wall. He began to get dressed again.
"I'm bushed. Get a handling slave to take this puke to his cell, clean his wounds and feed him, will ya? I'll see you tomorrow."
Part of an on-going series :-)