# Chapter 6: Accounting

"I can't believe you brought this here. What were you thinking?" A rather frustrated looking weasel paced back and forth, examining the truck, "They are going to be looking for this. You know that, right? We have to get rid of it. And on top of everything else, we have almost double the number of slaves we were told we'd be getting. Where are we supposed to hide them?"

May's ears burned red at the chastisement. She didn't know what to do with the others. She knew it might cause a poblem. "They don't take up much space. We couldn't leave them."

The weasel gripped at the air as if this would allow him to shake free of the frustrating situation he was now in. With a strained sort of grunt, he sighed, and lowered his paws. He wished he could refute that argument. But the very fact he was hiding them in the first place was a testament to his empathy.

"I'm going to have to make some calls. You should all get cleaned up in the bathroom and wait in the den. I don't have clothes for all of you, and it's soon to get cold." He walked toward the house, looking to Malachi, "Son, if you could get the tarp in the shed, and toss it over the truck while the ladies shower, that should buy us a bit of time. Better if they can't see we have it from a glance."

Malachi nodded, trotting over toward the shed, and opening the door. The place smelled of sawdust and perhaps a bit of mold, but he went in and grabbed the tarp. It was a dark blue color, but not out of place. Plenty of people cover up their cars, after all. He jogged back over to the truck and whipped the tarp up over it, dragging this way and that. The weasel had gone inside, and he puased for a moment, opening the door under the covering and looking inside the driver's cabin. He fumbled around inside, and knocked the glove compartment open. A revolver with five shots lay inside.

The wolf looked at the thing. He'd never fired a gun before. But after last night, seeing himself unable to help the girls when that bastard was tugging them away... He gingerly picked up the weapon and looked it over. He'd seen a movie or two. There had to be a way to...

The cylinder popped open, which startled him a little, and he counted six brass-encased bullets within. He fiddled with it to pop the cylindar back into place, and then tucked it into the hem of his boxers behind his back. It was painfully obvious that it was there to anyone who looked, but he didn't want to walk into the house with a gun in his paw. It would send confusing messages. He just needed to get his clothes back from May.

The wolf headed inside and made his way to the den. May was in the shower, and Rain had fallen asleep on the couch. Malachi looked around for his clothes but didn't find them. They must have been in the wash. He slipped the weapon under one of the seat cushions, careful not to disturb the vixen, and then his ears perked.

The weasel was in the other room, talking on the phone. Things didn't seem to be going well by the sound of it. Malachi waited, sitting back in the recliner. And after a moment, drifted to sleep.

***

"Kid, wake up." The weasel shook the wolf by his shoulder. Malachi jumped up in surprise, and his arm raised, as though he were about to deck him, but he caught himself in time. "Whoa, whoa, it's just me, Joseph. You remember me, right?" He took a couple of steps back nervously.

"You need to get your shower, but... I've got some... mixed news." The slinky creature rubbed the back of his head. "I've found someone who can take half of the group, and who won't tell the authorities. He'll even take the truck off our hands. But..." The mustelid bit his lip, "He wants one of you as payment."

Rain's eyes widened, "Not me. I'm not goin' with him."

May shook her head, "We can't do that! We're not leaving anyone behind."

Malachi's ears laid back, "Isn't there some other way?"

The weasel paced back and forth, "There isn't. He's threatened to tell the cops if I don't give into his demands."

"What prevents him from telling the cops afterward?" May gave him a concerned look.

"He will-- he..." The weasel's ears turned pink, and he looked off to the side. "He'll... explain that when he gets here."

The wolf raised his paw, "If--If someone has to go, I will."

Joseph frowned, "I'm afraid he's looking for a female-- and he's the one holding the cards here."

Malachi looked angry and frustrated. His own protective instincts-- blood of the pack, which, though suppressed by his slave training, had never really gone away, screamed in indignation within him. /We're feeding a monster one of our own to save our hides/. It felt wrong. It _was_ wrong.

"I-I'll go."

Malachi didn't recognize the voice, but he turned around and saw her, "No-- you can't, you're..."

"That's precisely why I must. I'm not going to make the journey." The pregnant otter stood up, and looked at the weasel, "I'll go with him."

The weasel's eyes teared up. The otter's reasoning was correct-- if she didn't go, chances are she wouldn't make the resulting journey, or if she did, her pups wouldn't. Joseph's eyes teared up, "Fuck, fuck... I'm sorry. God damn it..." He walked over to the door, and leaned against it.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The weasel was startled off the door, rubbing his face, and with a trembling voice, he swallowed and opened the door. "Hi, Feris." His greeting wasn't particlarly enthusiastic.

"Why, hello!" The panther gave a wicked smirk, and sidled on in. His tail flicked back and forth, and he stretched, "Aren't you all just such hard up little slaves running away from your duties?"

Rain felt a conflict within her. On the one hand, this seemed quite familiar, and she was comfortable with it. But she also recognized a disquietment among herself. She saw herself in the cat, and that what she was learning stood in contrast to him. She wanted to speak her mind, but she couldn't make it up, and found herself just watching him.

"To pay for your safe transport, one of you will be mine. You were supposed to have selected a female among you to trade for safe passage. Have you done so?"

The pregnant otter stepped forward, "It-It will be me."

Feris looked the girl over, a smile creeping onto his muzzle. "Well, if it isn't like selfish little slaves to toss the helpless as food. This lack of chivalry is why you'll always be in chains. I should make it clear..." He looked at the group, "That I really don't give a shit about your cause and your plight. I'm here to collect." He gripped the girl by her ears, and the otteress cried out.

Malachi started to his feet, but the panthress held out his paw, "Sit your ass back down. I'm keeping my end of the bargain. But don't test my generousity." The wolf sat back down, and slid his fingers under the cushions discretly, feeling the cold metal of the gun.

The panther forced the girl onto her knees, and unzipped his pants, "This girl is mine. And to prove I quite intend to keep her and not rat you out, I'll be fucking her like a toy. If I try to go to the cops, your hippy friend here will be able to claim I tried to steal this one for myself, and tests will show I've been cumming in her." He rested his shaft on the girl's face. "Get me warmed up. What's your name?"

"Ch-Chelsea..." The otter whimpered out, swallowing hard as that cockflesh rested against her face. She could see the little feline barbs-- they were laying flat now, but as the cat got more aroused, she expected they would make their presence known. The otter knew her place, and started to lap her tongue along the shaft.

Malachi had to use all of his strength of will to pull his fingers out of the couch cushions, and rest them back in his lap. He looked up at the panther with a burning rage, but killing him here in the hosts living room wasn't going to help anybody.

Rain scooted up closer to May, who was seething and silent, much like the wolf was. She leaned against her for comfort, and closed her eyes, trying not to think about what was happening in front of her.

He had no shame. He was getting excited about raping this pregnant girl in front of the lot of them with impunity. The cat gripped her muzzle, and pushed it open, sliding his cock into her mouth. "Yeah, you've been trained in this before, haven't you, slut?" He looked down into her eyes, "You're not Chelsea anymore. Things don't have names."

Chelsea's eyes welled up with tears, and her ears folded back as she bobbed her head up and down the length of the cat, feeling the barbs tease her lips. Malachi scrunched his eyes. But he couldn't really escape. The sound of the panther's tip entering the girl's throat made a distinctive glurking sound that made it painfully obvious what was going on.

Feris rested his paw atop the girl's head, and pulled her off his catcock. A bridge of saliva and pre connected them, little sticky trails glistening in the den light. He then wiggled his hips, slapping the girl across the face back and forth with his wet member, and followed it up by grinding it against her fur. Her cheeks and muzzle matted down with the semi-sticky mixture, and her chest heaved in sobs.

"Stop crying, you little bitch. You like getting fucked. It's why you're knocked up right now." He reached down and gripped one of the otter's legs, yanking it out from under her and causing her to tumble over. By grace, she did not fall on her stomach. May yelped in surprise.

The otter looked up at her new master with a pleading look-- begging him to stop, but she wouldn't vocalize it-- no, she knew if he stopped, none of the others would get away, and they might all get turned into the authorities. She swallowed hard, and waited for him to make his move.

The cat lined his tip up to the otter's folds, and thrust in, hilting in one motion. She screamed out! It was painful-- the otter wasn't aroused at all, but frightened, and so her tight tunnel was not ready.

"Gotta make it look good for forensics," He teased, and started jackhammering into the girl like a toy. Chelsea clawed at the floor, tears rolling over her muzzle as her body wretched and writhed under the cat, the feeling of complete violation overtaking her and bringing her to hysterics.

Joseph couldn't bare to look. He had turned around, and quietly cursed himself and the panther for what was happening here in his house. Feris growled, and plunged into the girl's cunny over and over, her unready sex seeping a bit of blood from the rough handling. The minute or two of rough fucking felt like an hour to the others. The barbs scraped within the girl. If she had been aroused, they might have been a light pleasurable tease, but as dry and unexcited as she was, they were abraisive.

The panther dug his claws into Chelsea's ass, and erupted deep in her, firing hot spurts down her tunnel and painting her walls with his essence. He drew out of her roughed up sex, and once again grabbed her by the ears to slap her across the face with his shaft.

"You're going to learn to get wet for your master," he growled. The girl sobbed, feeling the shaft's residual dribble mix with her tears. He then let her go, and zipped his pants back up. "Which ones are coming with me, Joseph?"

Joseph didn't seem to hear.

"Hey, Joe! Wake up. Which ones are coming with me?"

The weasel jumped a little and turned back around, grateful that it was over, and surprised to find he was being addressed. He swallowed, "Oh, umm.." He looked at the group, and pointed to Casey, and the other slave girls that May, Rain, and Malachi had discovered.

"Get in the truck. We're going for a ride." The girls got up and started toward the door, slipping out and getting into the tarp-covered vehicle.

Rain looked into Casey's eyes, and swallowed hard. She had only just met the girl yesterday-- the cheetah had cracked her hardened shell, and here she was, being taken away.

As the lot of them left, the room became quiet.