The Collar Wars
I grabbed the kid who had fried Chelsea three days later. He was a snot nose punk, barely worth torturing but he had fried someone who I was finding myself falling in love with. For that I was going to make him suffer.
I slammed him into a back alley wall, like back alleys anywhere this one stunk. Which was nice as it would keep people from noticing the smell of burning flesh. I shoved my side arm into his back twisting his arm far enough up his back to nearly dislocate it. “Scream and it gets worse.” I snarled next to his ear. “Make another sound and I rip your fucking arm off.”
“What do you want man? Money? I’ve got plenty of that.”
“I know you do shit stain, but I’m not after that.” He could have offered me five years pay and I’d have turned it down. “I’m here for one thing, and that’s revenge.”
“What did I do? I haven’t wronged anyone, there’s no reason to get revenge on me.”
I pulled him slightly off the wall then slammed him back in harder. “You fried a friend of mine, and I’ll not allow that,” I said fully wrenching his arm out of its socket.
“What are you nuts? So I fried a couple of worthless whore ‘brids. Who gives a shit. They’re nothing more than furry dick sleeves anyway.”
“Wrong answer.” I smashed a fist into his back breaking several ribs.
He just about screamed in agony when I reminded him of what was next if he made a sound. “What the fuck. You actually care about those sluts? They’re nothing but toys anyway.”
“Well then if you think it’s funny to fry one them then let’s see if you like it, and trust me you’re not.” I kicked him to the ground then through a military grade collar around his neck. “I care more about Hybrids than I do little shits like you.”
I stuffed a gag into his mouth and hit the remote. His body started convulsing and I smelled burning flesh. I let the pressure of the button after thirty seconds. “That is just a warm up taste of what I’m going to do to you. I want to enjoy watching you suffer.”
I hit the remote again and this time and held it for a good minute, until he started going limp. Time for smelling salts. I pulled the gag out of his mouth and then put the ammonia salts under his nose. That picked him right up.
“Who paid you to do this?” He got out once the fog lifted. “You can’t be doing this as revenge for a bunch of slut ‘brids.”
“You’re wrong on that matter buddy boy. That’s exactly who I’m doing this for. They shouldn’t be taking abuse front little shits stains who the best of slid down your mother’s crack nine months before you were born.”
The bastards eyes went wide in terror. The thought that someone had paid to have him killed seemed to have been believable. To find out it was an act of revenge for frying a couple Sex Toy Hybrids was truly frightening. Almost no Human stood up for Hybrids, maybe distribute flyers and protest. But to kill another Human over their abuse? That was unheard of.
“Did you know it takes about two minutes for a collar to kill a Human when running a Collar straight?” The waste of breath shook his head. “Well it does, and I’m going to run this collar until it fries your head all the way through and your head falls of as scorched mess.”
I shoved the gag back in his mouth then taped the remote on and set it on the ground. My finger prints weren’t on it or the collar itself due to me wearing gloves. The collar was still burning when I left the alley having changed into my blues and I eventually heard it shut off with a dull thud. Bastard deserved it, he had fried a girl that I was starting to fall in love with. At least I thought I was falling in love with her. I knew that she was special to me, and I wouldn’t just kill for anyone unless paid.
For Chelsea though it was a different matter. There wasn’t a lot of people who I wouldn’t kill to protect her, or the other Hybrids at the brothel, including the males. For Chelsea though it was different, I’d enjoy it more, I’d be more vicious. I decided to go to the brothel a second time that week.
I pulled out my com and called that den inequity to find out of Chelsea was free. As soon as I found out she was I reserved her for four hours and made my way over. I stopped at a corner store to get some strawberries and chocolate sauce. She loved it when I fed her those.
When I got there I paid off Tallia and grabbed Chelsea who was all smiles. “You came early, are you going to break your appointment next week? I’ve gotten used to it.”
I gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. “Try to keep me away. I was just feeling really good and decided to treat myself and you to strawberries and chocolate.”
“I must be the luckiest Sex Toy in the Universe. Your such a good man to me. What did I do deserve this?” She grabbed my hand and led me to a room.
“Simple, you saved what was left of my worthless soul. And please, you’re not just a Sex Toy to me.” As soon as we where in the room I removed her loathsome collar and kissed her freed neck, the fur matted from the constant pressure of the jewelry of a slave. I made my way to her throat as I kissed and gave her a gentle bite. I was about to go farther when the image of a disapproving Carol jumped into my head. Then I remembered this wasn’t right, this wasn’t Chelsea’s choice to make. She was forced to go as far as I wanted. This wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want to force myself on her, even if she wanted to I simply couldn’t do it.
“So are we going all the way tonight?”
“I’m sorry I can’t.” I looked away and I could feel my cheeks flush in anger with myself.
Chelsea curled up into my lap. “Performance issues? Or is it something else? Carol maybe?”
“I can’t. You have no choice in the matter, and Carol would hate that I had done something like this. I’m paying for the pleasure of having sex with you. For most people that would be enough, but I simply can’t.”
“Would it help you if I said I really want this to happen?”
“No it wouldn’t. I simply can’t. If you were free it would be a whole different matter, but you’re not.”
“Thank you for being honest at least. How about we just enjoy the strawberries and we curl up together. I won’t pressure you to go any farther than you want. I will tell you though that it always feels amazing to be in your arms. I’ll just have to keep the sex with you a fantasy.”
I removed my jacket and put it on a chair. Picking up the bag I sat down on the bed and pushed myself back against the headboard. With out even a request Chelsea climbed into my lap and nuzzled into my chest. With the first strawberry I dipped I teased her with the smell a second before she popped up and snatched out of my fingers. She went a little higher than necessary and nipped my fingers. “Do you want me to feed you the rest of these strawberries? Or do I need to tickle you into submission?”
“I think you may have a problem if you tickle me.” There was nothing playful about the way she said it.
“What do you mean? Would you leave me scratched me up or something?”
“I don’t think you could stop a tickling, and you’d lose control of yourself. I can smell your lust, and I don’t want you to do anything you’d regret later.”
“Oh I…” I was unsure of how to respond, but I had a feeling that she was right. Had I tickled her I probably would have gone all the way. To hell with what I wanted when I was thinking clearly. Being with Chelsea was a drug. If I didn’t keep a tight reign on myself I’d go on a massive bender and throw myself away.
“Look I’m sorry I nipped you. I shouldn’t have. Please don’t be mad.” She gave me the biggest, saddest, goo-goo eyes I had ever seen. Carol had had expressive eyes, but she would have never been able to pull off that look.
“I’m not mad.” I leaned down awkwardly and kissed her on the nose. “I don’t know if I could ever be mad at you.”
“Thanks. I needed to hear that. I wouldn’t know what to do if you had actually been mad at me. I don’t want…” Her voice trailed off.
“You don’t want what?”
“I don’t want you to never come back to me. Especially if you became a regular of another girl.” I could see tears forming in her eyes.
I cupped her cheek and brushed away a tear. “You will always be my girl.” I wanted to tell her I loved her but I couldn’t. I couldn’t admit to myself what I was feeling about her. I knew I was falling deeply in love with her, but we were too different. I was Human, barely but at least enough to be classified that way, and she was a Hybrid. Was that what was stopping me? Hybrids weren’t inferior to Humans by any stretch of the imagination. It was the simple fact that I was free and she wasn’t. How could I admit to anyone that I loved a slave? I couldn’t, but the fact didn’t change, I was flat out in love with her.
“I’m honestly not mad at you. Now how about we go back to me feeding you strawberries.”
She grabbed the hand that held her cheek and nuzzled it a bit. “Thanks.”
That’s it I was going to purchase her as soon as possible and leave this planet. We’d go somewhere quiet where we could live away from anyone else and she’d never have to put a collar on. I’d leave it all behind, leave the marines, leave killing and just settle down as a husband with Chelsea as my wife. That sounded like a great way to live.
I fed her strawberries for a while, all the time trying to figure out where we could go. I wanted the places to have woods and areas where the two of us could live alone. That was quickly narrowing down the search. I’d have to start scouring through the data bases to find a planet that would suit our needs. Still it wouldn’t be fair to her. In some way she’d still be a slave. She’d be unable to come and go as she pleased but there was only so much that I could do.
After a while we switched position with me having my head in her lap as she feed me chocolate strawberries. It was the most at peace I had ever felt, possibly even while I was with Carol. There were no pressure. I wasn’t trying to be someone I wasn’t. Just because hadn’t told Chelsea everything about me didn’t mean that I was putting up a false façade. I wasn’t really lying to her. With Carol though she had been a friend of my sister, one of the few that didn’t lead criminal lives. I had to pretend I was something I wasn’t that I had changed for the better. Mostly I had, though since coming here I knew that had only been a lie to myself. I had taken out two Humans since coming here, and while it was for damn good reasons, Carol wouldn’t have seen it that way. It was very likely that had she known what I had done she would have left me anyway. Now it was time to tell Chelsea about todays events. I needed to see how she would react.
“Yes?” She smiled at me.
I let loose a long breath. “I have a confession to make.”
“What’s wrong? Please tell me you’re not leaving?”
Her concern was amusingly touching. “Hardly. No it has to do with that little shit who fried you a few days back.”
“What did you do?” Chelsea sounded worried.
“He won’t be back to hurt any of you ever again.” I smiled.
“I killed him.”
“You what?!” Thankfully Chelsea didn’t yell only hissed directly in my face.
“I fried him with a collar until his head came off.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Because he hurt you and I wasn’t about to let that shit do it to you or any of the others here ever again.”
“I’m not sure what to say.” Chelsea did seem confused on what I had said. “I know you’re a marine, so you’ve probably killed people before. But to kill another another Human now? I’m not worth killing over. All I am is a toy.”
“I killed him because he hurt you and as far as I’m concerned you’re not just some toy. The other thing is that it’s what I was trained to do since I was seventeen. I was trained by my family as a hitman. I was an enforcer for my family. I keep a record of my kills, with him it brings my total up to fifty-nine.”
“We don’t deserve this kind of revenge though.”
“No one deserves to be treated the way you are. All Hybrids are innocent of any crime other than being bred in a tube. You’re people, you shouldn’t be slaves for no reason. No one deserves that kind of life. I have always wanted you to be free. For now though I’ll have to just hope things get better.”
Chelsea slid my head off her lap and then laid down next to me. “Thank you.” I could tell she wanted to tell me something else, at least I hope she did. Still a Hybrid saying ‘I love you,’ to anyone would make no sense. Sex Toy Hybrids are nothing but rented lovers. Ones that have no rights and can never turn you down. The concept of emotional connection like love is pretty much an alien idea to them. For Chelsea though that barrier was beginning to fall. Old romance movies from the twentieth century were starting to break down that barrier. I wasn’t sure if she realized how much she meant to me, but I had an idea that she did. I also hoped that I meant just as much to her.