Fortunes can change in an instant if you aren't careful. That was a fact everyone she knew had always lived with, but Tarra had never thought it applied to her. It was always 'Did you hear about that boy from Pahiya District where they had that factory burn down? His dad ran the factory, but he's been disgraced, now the boy's up for auction, and lucky me, I just got my allowance!' or 'Do you remember that honors student last year? Turns out her mom was embezzling, and now my family bought her family. Meet my new pet!' That was just something that happened to other people.
The sound of rapid footsteps pricked up her ears. "Tarra, wait up!" Immediately her fur bristled at the shout from behind her. Owuro Irawo was a spotted hyena. She was strong, smart, and pretty enough, but she was way too alpha for Tarra's tastes. The two had first met a little over four years ago when Owuro's mother signed on as a junior sensor tech on the same ship where Tarra's dad was the XO. Tarra had been trying to keep her distance ever since.
Not that Tarra wanted to know, but over the years she'd learned through the girl's babbling that Owuro was very much a planned birth. The hyena girl liked to say that she got the best from all of her parents. Her mom had been artificially inseminated, but the seed still came from her zebra father, not some random donor. Once the unborn Owuro had developed enough, she was transferred to a tall, smart zebra mare bought to be her surrogate mother and nanny, a.k.a. her slave-mom. Supposedly her mom didn't want to 'get all stretched out and ruin one of her best attributes'. Sure doctors could make a female spotted hyena more 'normal', but her mom really liked her pseudo-penis and was glad her daughter was even better endowed. She figured it was because of her time inside her slave-mom. As she put it, she might look like her mom and be as smart as her slave-mom, but she was hung like her dad.
Apparently her parents were into some freaky stuff. Her dad was a male model as subby as a deep sea explorer and sealed just as tight. It had taken a lot of their money, but with the right surgeries and implants, her father was able to be aroused and with some discomfort* become erect, and he could even leak pre until he was badly dehydrated** but no matter how many times Owuro's mom took his ass,** he could only climax if his wife let him.** As far as Owuro knew, he'd only been allowed to orgasm at most once a year on their anniversary if he was very good.** He hadn't been good enough last year, so he was getting pretty desperate.** More than once Owuro had leered at Tarra while commenting about how she couldn't wait to get her own stripey pet to plow.***
*Tarra did not ask about that.
**TMI for kitty. Do not want!
***All aboard the Nope train! Next stop: Somewhere Else. Final destination: Anywhere She Isn't!
Not that Tarra was afraid of the girl. Why would she be? Her dad outranked both of Owuro's parents. It wasn't like the hyena girl could get away with doing anything to her even if Owuro had hit a growth spurt over the past year and outgrown Tarra. Up until then the tiger cub had just pushed her down or beaten her up when Owuro wouldn't leave her alone.
Of course, now she was too big to push around unless Tarra caught her off guard, and then Owuro would just stand up, push Tarra down, and pin her there telling her what a good pet she would make. As for beating her up, that didn't go very well the one time she'd tried it. Owuro had been training hard in her spare time and faking helplessness for the past couple years while she mastered the basics. This time though Tarra had wound up on the ground with her arm bent back at an almost unnatural angle and her muzzle beneath the hyena's foot. She'd been forced to kiss the girl's foot and agree to be her pet.
Since Tarra had started the fight, it had been judged by the intermediate authorities to be a valid challenge, and the tiger cub had spent much of the day naked except for a collar that said Owuro's Toy. Of course her dad still outranked Owuro's parents, so he'd appealed and had the judgement overturned, but the damage had been done. Her father was terribly disappointed in her, and the only reason her reputation wasn't entirely ruined was that it happened during spring break. She'd since been enrolled in self-defense classes as well, but she feared she would never quite catch up to the highly determined hyena.
But that was behind her. She'd finally outscored the hyena girl when it came to natural sciences, especially exo-chemistry and astro-geology, and even if the hyena could easily beat her at wrestling, she was still better than Owuro at field hockey, gymnastics, and track and field. She'd even helped carry her school's team to victory in several games. She did her best to ignore it when Owuro compared her skills favorably to her stripey dad and slave-mom. Still, there were some days the hyena girl just got to her, and this was one of them.
"See this? Look! Yggdrasil is putting out a new catalog, and they need models! I found out because my dad's cock is the basis of the Savanna Sunrise model of blood-orange flavored Honeysuckle that will be featured in the catalog." Once more reaching the level of TMI, Tarra picked up her pace, but the taller hyena girl just lengthened her stride to keep up. "Just look at all the neat bondage devices they'll be displaying! You'd look so cute all restrained and helpless. You should sign up!"
"No." The tiger cub's tail lashed in annoyance.
"This tail base cuff with attached finger locks would look good on you. That'd give you even more reason to swish that sexy, stripey tail!"
"No." She tried to stop it, but her tail curled between her legs anyway.
"You're right. You're a timid sub like my dad. How about this body-mod chair? You were made for it! Or made to be modified in it anyway."
"No!" Tarra's brisk walk became a jog, forcing the other girl to pant softly as she matched pace.
"Well, what about the Breako Pipe-Bondage Kit? I'll bet we'd have lots of fun posing you in that!"
"No!" She broke into a run hoping Owuro would give up. She wasn't quite going all out because she didn't want to leave herself winded, but she knew Owuro couldn't keep up with her at this speed for very long.
"Okay fine, how about a bet. Astro-geology trivia. First to three wrong answers loses. If you lose, you agree to be my slave and audition for the Breako Pipe-Bondage. If I lose, I'll offer myself as your slave, and you can sell me to someone on the ass end of nowhere. Fair enough?"
Tarra skidded to a stop and stared at the panting, grinning hyena. A voice in the back of her head was shouting warnings at her that something didn't make sense. She voiced the first thing she could think of. "You know they aren't going to agree to it. They only take permanent slaves. Even if I agreed, my dad would just have the decision overturned and demand they destroy the pictures."
Owuro grinned back. "They won't overturn it if you have it witnessed and agree to abide by the results of the contest."
Again unease echoed through her thoughts as she lamely replied, "They might. My dad will argue it, and he's in position to get his own captaincy soon!"
"Then what's the problem?" the hyena teased. "If you're right about that and you lose, you'll only suffer a few hours of humiliation. If you win, you're rid of me for good. So what are you scared of, little kitty?" Seeing her concern turn to a scowl, Owuro pressed her advantage. "Are you worried you're too stupid to beat me, or are you just a scaredy cat. Wanna run away some more, scaredy cat? That's fine because I like chasing you! Go ahead and run back to mommy and daddy, stupid, little scaredy cat!"
"Fine! I'll show you! You're gonna regret challenging me," Tarra snarled. She'd scored top of her class in astro-geology last year. No way was this annoying hyena going to beat her!
"Okay, just a moment," Owuro replied cheerfully as she accessed her link and opened a window to display a holo of a springbok in a crisp white blouse and black blazer with an arbiter's seal brooch.
"Junior rank arbiter Jiya Titi Ayeraye, badge number K5079934-26J. What can I do for you?" the young woman asked as the image of her badge joined her in the holo window.
Anger and unease were both derailed as Tarra snickered and asked, "Wait, did you say your middle name was Titty?"
The woman sniffed and crossed her arms over her ample bosom. "What. Can. I. Do. For. You."
Owuro broke in chirping, "Please forgive her. She's stupid. And a scaredy cat."
"I'm not stupid or scared! I'll show you!" the tiger cub roared unimpressively, all thoughts of caution thrown to the wind. "I, Tarra Nebendi, challenge Owuro Irawo to an astro-geology trivia contest. First with three wrong answers loses. Loser becomes the slave of the winner."
The springbok nodded calling up several forms and quickly entering some information then turned to Owuro to ask, "You have heard the details of the challenge. Do you accept?"
The hyena nodded. "I do."
"Then," replied Jiya,"let the contest begin. As the one challenged, Owuro Irawo may go first."
The hyena nodded opening with, "What is the genesis of all dynarchical matter on the market?"
"Easy!" Tarra replied, "Dynarchical matter is created when the intense heat and pressure found in quasars causes Top, Bottom, Strange, and Charm quarks to combine. The results are released in bursts that hurl the matter thousands of light years away. While small quantities end up widely dispersed across most planetary masses, its high density and initial velocity mean it is usually only found in useful concentrations where a star or massive gas giant has slowed it down enough to accrete on rocky moons, asteroids, and very rarely barren planets." At Owuro's nod of acknowledgement, she shot back, "How are different grades of herecine differentiated?"
Owuro frowned as she tried to recall that section of the text book. "Color, clarity, and delta-band subspace interference?"
Tarra triumphantly shook her head. "Nuh uh! It's theta-band interference, dummy! Delta-band is tuned with the introduction of a polarized perturabium rod." she crowed.
Checking a link feed that was hidden from the tiger and hyena, Jiya nodded solemnly. "She is correct."
"Okay," Owuro said shrugging it off, "Where is the greatest known concentration of dynarchical matter in the galaxy found?"
"Olympia sector, system I5-M32 on the so-called Tyrant moons," the tiger cub replied confidently only to have Owuro shake her head as a smile began to spread across her face. "Yuh huh!" The hyena just grinned at her objection.
The springbok shook her head. "I'm afraid you are incorrect."
"What? No way! I know I'm right. My dad collects shipments from there all the time!" she protested.
Jiya gave her a stern look. "Are you calling into question the word of an arbiter you requested?"
"Uh..." Suddenly hearing that warning voice in the back of her head again, she made a quick link check to verify Jiya's credentials. Seeing they checked out, her ears dipped and she replied in a tiny voice, "...no."
"Good. And unless you wish to forfeit, I expect that to be the last time you access the link during this trivia challenge. You should have verified my credentials when they were first presented. Now if we may proceed?"
A bit shaken, Tarra sullenly nodded and asked, "Uh, what is perturabium refined from to attain its polarized state?"
"Hmm...as if I wouldn't know perturabium is refined from coarse hruddite using a Magna plasma forge and deionized sanguinium," the hyena replied and received a tight nod. "Now my turn. What is the most plentiful form of dynarchical matter currently known?"
"It's herecine," the tiny tigress replied automatically, but upon seeing the grin on the other girl's face and abruptly recalling her previous wrong answer, she added, "...isn't it?" Owuro shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but that is incorrect," the springbok confirmed not sounding very sorry at all. After a few seconds she verbally prodded Tarra, "Ms. Nebendi, what is your question?"
"Huh? Oh, right. Um, what forms the primary layer of conventional matter encrusted around dynarchical motes?"
Batting her eyes and flashing a falsely sweet smile, Owuro asked, "Trans-stellar asteroid accretion or trans-Jovian planetoid accretion?"
In the flat voice of someone who knows their answer won't matter, she answered, "Trans-jovian."
"Well then, that would be Lochosite," came the overly perky reply. With Tarra's stiff nod, she went for the kill. "How is illuminarium formed?"
Tarra blinked. "What is illuminarium?"
"Ms. Nebendi, that did not sound like an answer. Do you know the answer?" Jiya asked carefully.
Tarra's mouth worked soundlessly for several seconds before finally uttering a defeated, "No."
Just to drive home the point, Owuro explained, "Illuminarium is formed when dynarchical matter passes through a vast, dense nebula such as the Fireblade nebula and accretes on extra-stellar bodies such as are found in a system's Kuiper Belt or Oort Cloud. The Shadrak system in the Medusa sector for instance."
"What?"
"Mmmhmm! And what do you know, it's the most plentiful source of dynarchical matter yet found!" the hyena added with entirely too much enthusiasm.
"What?" the kitten found herself replying.
"Uh huh! Now let's see you get rid of those nasty clothes and put on your collar like a good slave," Owuro continued with a mallicious edge to her glee.
"Wha-" She stopped herself then shook her head. "These aren't nasty. They're a hand woven nostramian flitter silk tunic and breeches. They cost-"
"Don't care. Off with them!"
"But-"
Jiya cleared her throat. "Ms. Nebendi, you have lost the challenge you called me to arbitrate. Per your own specifications, your freedom is forfeit. I've just completed submitting the forms, and you are now the registered property of Ms. Irawo. Any of your possessions on you at the time of your challenge including your name and especially your clothes are hers to do with as she sees fit. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes ma'am," she numbly replied as she slowly undressed, blushing as the hyena called up a strip club soundtrack to accompany her disrobing.
Barely a second after her panties (also silk) had hit the ground, Owuro cried, "And sold for a thousand credits!" then scooped her clothes up and dropped them in the mail pouch of a passing courier drone which then flew off. Without missing a beat, she shoved a familiar bit of leather and metal into the tiger cub's paws. "Here, put on your collar."
Boggling at the insultingly low price asked for her clothes, Tarra gasped, "You know my father will-"
"Do nothing. Now put on your collar."
When Tarra just stared at the hyena, Jiya interrupted, "Do I need to remind you of your current legal situation?" Grumbling, the cat put on her collar. "You know this won't stay on," she said then gasped at the soft hiss and brief sizzling sound that came from the collar's clasp.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure it will, Toy. See, I upgraded the collar since last time, and now it's got self-cleaning nanites, a duranium weave core, and a perma-lock. As long as your head is attached, that's not coming off you without an epsilon tier arbiter override code and military grade dissolution nanites," the hyena fairly purred.
"How...you can't do that to me! I'm the same class citizen as you! This is illegal!" she said turning to the springbok who was already shaking her head.
"You were the same class as her," Jiya corrected.
Tarra shook her head. "This..." She pointed at her collar. "...this doesn't change who I was!"
"No," Owuro broke in, "but you know what does?" Tarra just stared. "When a ship's sensor tech gets ignored by her ship's XO for years and then finally finds someone willing to listen to her and because of that they discover an entirely new and plentiful type of dynarchical matter, and now the sensor tech is captain of her own ship and the XO got transferred to a garbage scow."
As the leash clicked shut on her collar and she was dragged down the street, it occurred to Tarra that she had been hustled. Her mind was a whirl as she found herself deliberately led through throngs of overly grabby people and into a studio where a bevy of makeup artists descended on her. The collar's tag was temporarily removed; it was just for show since the collar's registration would identify her and her owner. She was trimmed and brushed within an inch of her life. Gels were combed through her fur to get it to the perfect consistency. Her arms were bound behind her back, she was forced to kneel so her legs could be bound ankle to thigh, and her nipples were twisted to make her yowl so the ball gag head harness could be fitted in place.
And then she was dropped unceremoniously onto the torture horse, her collar linked by cable through the upper armature of the torture horse and down to her arm binder forcing her to keep her body arched and most of her weight resting firmly on her clit. She wasn't even allowed to squirm her way to a more comfortable pose. Before she could shift more than a little, Owuro shoved a butt plug in her whispering, "I'm going to love watching you squirm." It felt huge to her, so when the hyena twisted the base causing the bulb inside her to sprout spikes, she yowled and thrashed for nearly a minute before slumping exhausted.
Rest was not to be had however. The scent reached her nose about the same time as the burning sensation in her rump. The lubricant for the butt plug was cinnamon oil. It burned so much, she couldn't possibly sit still! Unfortunately, it was also now impossible for her to move much without causing herself pain. The base of the plug was deliberately designed to remain hidden between her cheeks yet protrude from her sphincter just enough to make it impossible for her to shift her weight much without nudging the plug. The spikes weren't sharp enough to cause grievous harm but they still hurt when they poked her, especially with the cinnamon burning inside her.
The photographers left her there to squirm; 'setting the scene' as they called it. It felt like an hour to her though it actually took less than ten minutes before she started to cry prompting the photo crew to return. The makeup artists studied her for a few more minutes, ostensibly trying to decide what to do with her. In truth you don't become part of the photo team for a catalog like this without being at least a little sadistic, and they wanted a chance to enjoy watching her up close. Finally though they lightly dusted her with powders here and there and applied a few last minute touch ups to get the perfect shot.
Even so, even with how much she was suffering and how she knew in her head that the collar was probably on for good, and she was in trouble so deep she might never climb out, even then it all felt so unreal to her. What really drove it home and made her mewl in despair though was when she heard the hyena, her new owner, call Tarra's former friends to say, "You know that cute tiger girl that was on our school's field hockey team last year? Well, guess who is going to be in the next Yggdrasil catalog. Take a look at my new Toy!"
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