The Collar Wars
I couldn’t think of a time I was happier to see the barracks than now. Once in sight of my rooms it truly hit like a ton of bricks, Chelsea would be with me now and forever and it had been her decision to make. We wouldn’t be split up because I had run out of time that I had paid for her. I would never be forced to put a collar on her. She owned herself, and could make her own decisions of where she wanted to be and with who she wanted to be with. With her freedom ensured she could have gone off with anyone she wanted, yet here she was, in my private rooms.
“Here you are Lewie,” Drake said one we reached my quarters. “A couple of the boys have been in here trying to spiff up the place. Well trying to make it a bit more comfortable, we honestly didn’t know what you would like so Chelsea gave us a little input.”
“You’re kidding right?” I looked at Drake then at Chelsea in slight amazement.
“I think someone once said to the effect of ‘I expect the best and you will give me the best’. Or something along those lines.”
“Something like that you hair ball. So even if you didn’t get it right I know you did your best, and that is all that I can expect out of the best Unit of the colony.”
“Let’s see how bad these Jar Heads of yours screwed up what I told them to do,” Chelsea said pulling me towards the door.
The room was full of lit candles, too many in fact, and with so many different scents that it caused my head to swim a bit. There was a bottle and two mess hall mugs on the table which had a couple towels on it in a valiant attempt to make a table cloth. On my video player there was already the buddy cop movie with the sort of Evolved ready to play. The bed was covered in pillows, and I’m talking about the pillows made it look like some had added an extra two feet to the matrass. “I think you did a pretty decent job Drake.”
Chelsea looked at me in disbelief. “These guys completely screwed up! I give them simple instructions and they screw up this badly. The only thing they got right was the movie.”
“Chels keep in mind that these are Jar Heads, not brothel workers. They did the best they could. Now please apologize to Drake.”
Chels took a deep breath and let out a small huff. “I’m sorry Lieutenant I shouldn’t have expected perfection out of you. But I think that us brothel workers are going to have to work with you soldiers a bit on grace and elegance.”
Drake smiled a bit. “I think you’re expecting a lot out of us missy. We’re just good at pulling triggers and making stuff go boom.”
“We’ll figure something out I’m sure of it.”
“Chelsea, please be nice. Thanks again Drake, where are you going to be?”
“Right outside. As soon as I’m relieved by a couple of our own I’ve got some matters to attend to. Mostly further promotions among the Unit’s ranks.”
“With me being moved to Lieutenant and a other matters I need to look into transitioning guys around in the ranks.”
“Well, have fun with that soldier boy.”
“I’m sure it will be a headache and a half. Enjoy your time together Lewie.” Drake left and I was suddenly alone with the most important person in my life. I picked up the bottle and looked at it and was relieved that Drake had remembered that I couldn’t drink alcohol it was just a sparkling cider. “You know you don’t have to be here?”
“And where else would I go, silly. I don’t want to spend any time anywhere else. You were the only client treated me like a real person, and you made it clear that you wanted me to be free to choose to be what I wanted. The only thing that you did that drove me up the wall, was your flat out refusal to have sex with me for your annoying moral reasons.”
I sighed in frustration. “Chels you know why I couldn’t.”
“You didn’t want to because I wasn’t free to say no, even though I wanted it.”
“Trust me I wanted to, but yeah I couldn’t do it because I’m trying to be a moral person. Imagine me trying to be a moral person. I’m a dyed in the wool killer, and I…”
“And you were being a moral person. Who’d have a guessed. I’m just grateful you are a moral person, at least towards me.” She pushed me down onto the bed. Then plopped down into my lap.
“It was hard at times. I so wanted to but I just had to fight…”
“Your animal urges?” Chels smiled as she draped her arms over my shoulders.
“I guess. Seems almost deeming to Evolved to say it that way.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, Humans are animals too. Sure you’re more complex than most and have reasons for doing things that even us Evolved can’t really understand. As hard as we try to, even us Pleasure Evolved, who see you guys at your weakest and most vulnerable states, can even begin to fathom what makes your kind tick.”
“Don’t ask me I stopped trying to understand Humanity years ago, after I was told to do a hit on a child. That was what got me out of the hitman racket. I couldn’t understand why my family had ordered me to kill a little kid.” I must have been on the verge of tears when Chelsea turned around and kissed me. The kiss was passionate and like no kiss I had ever had before. The narrow muzzle I had gotten used to, but there was something different this time. It was simply the passion of freedom, she wasn’t doing this to me for any other reason than that she loved me. I was no longer a customer. I was her equal or at least would soon be. As of the beginning of the Revolution I had become a P.O.W. The dynamics of our relationship had been completely turned upside down. It was like she was the daughter of a prison warden and I was the rakish prisoner with whom she had fallen in love with.
“What do you think your fellow brothel Evolved would say?”
“I think that they would approve. They know how you treated me. Well the treats and body rubs portion of things. After you were captured I told them about you always taking of my collar. They were stunned that I knew what it was like to go without a collar before anyone else. They were also envious of course, what kind of client is going to risk everything he had for one of us. We were seen as worthless by most Humans the most expendable thing out there. Several of us died in the brothel for one reason or another. And in each of those cases it was a Human who got his jollies of by hurting people. One of us dying wasn’t a big deal to any Human.”
I put my arms around her and could feel her shaking a little bit. “Just remember I’m not a typical Human.”
“You are so far different any other Human I can barely tell that you have any similarities. I know you would never hurt me. Hell you tortured a man to death because he hurt me.”
“I did it because he hurt you and because doing that sort of thing makes for a great way to unwind. As I said I’m not exactly a nice guy.”
“You are nice to us Evolved and that’s all that matters now. Your past is what makes you a hero to us. Well to me at least. What are you going to do now?” Chelsea to a step back to look at me.
“I will do what I’ve always wanted to do.”
“And that is?”
“Find a nice place to settle down in peace and go steadily crazy with someone I love.”
“Is that what you were hoping to do with Carol?”
“It was but that is of no matter now. I doubt she and I could have lasted if she found out half of what was in my past.”
“Then I must be the perfect woman for you, I know much about your past and it doesn’t bother me in the least. I love you because of who you are, and your past is what made you like this. If killing people made you this way, then I’m glad people died.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Now shut up and lie down.” She pushed hard against my chest and I quickly found myself lying in an awkward position on the bed, pillows scattering the floor. She pounced on top of me and kept me pinned down, not that I was going to dissuade her from whatever she had planned for me.
“Let me get rid of that stupid shirt for you.” Instead of simply unbuttoning the shirt she bit off each button driving me nuts. Carol had never tried something like this before but Chelsea was different, and I had a distinct feeling that I was in store for several months’ worth of pent up frustration. I knew we both wanted the same thing, I just wasn’t sure if I could please her properly. The next thing was to get rid of the under shirt.
I had thought she was going to just pull it up over my head, or maybe pull it up part ways and tangle my arms up to keep me at her mercy. What she did was the exact opposite what I thought. She extended one claw and ripped apart the collar of my shirt. With that notch made she ripped the shirt of completely. I could feel each thread snap as she pulled at it. With that obstruction out of the way she started playfully nipping me from my stomach up until she got to my throat. When my throat was the target she latched on and simply held me prisoner. This was the moment of truth, she could easily rip my throat out, her teeth were more than sharp enough to do it. I was fairly certain that this was a moment of truth for her. I could force her off myself and she would know I didn’t fully trust her, if I held still she would know that I was hers.
If anything I pressed my throat even deeper into her mouth. Though I knew that her teeth were making my throat bleed slightly. “I love you, and if you wish to kill me do it now. I will make no attempt to stop you.”
Chelsea jaws tightened slightly before she released me. I could feel the blood flowing freely. “I’m sorry Sam I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that.” She then licked my throat a couple times before getting a cloth to wrap my neck.
“Probably an animal instinct kicking in that you never realized was there.”
“But I could have killed you.” She shivered as a rush of feelings went down her back.
“Yeah but at least you now know how much I trust you. Now that you have my shirt cut to pieces what do you want to do with me?”
“After what happened just now I really go for something less dangerous.” She gave me a slight laugh. “Though I would mind you taking off the rest of your clothes so I can see how you look in nothing at all.”
“I should warn you that parts of me are pretty scarred up pretty badly.”
“And the equipment I’m supposed to help with?” Her grin was almost childish. I new she had seen a lot of men close up so I probably wasn’t anything special.
“It’s functional, though I may find it hard to get started up with everything that is going on. It’s kind of a stressful time to get things moving.”
“Oh I’m sure I can get you going.”
“I’m sure if anyone could it would…” My tongue got tripped up as Chelsea stood up and slipped out of her dress letting it fall to the floor. I had never seen her completely naked before. In fact she had always had at least had panties on but in this situation I found my mind going nuts. She had worn only the dress and her shoes, there was nothing else there and all I could do was stare.
“I know everything about getting men to go, even if they can’t get it up without drugs. You on the other hand I just need to get you into a less chaotic frame of mind, and that will be ridiculously easy. You are going to do exactly what you’ve been wanting to do for months. Am I right?”
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are when you have no fear of Humans at all. No one is going to hurt you. You aren’t required to do this, and yet….”
“Oh shut up and finish getting undressed I want to see you in nothing. There is nothing about you that I can’t guess at.” Her voice was commanding and not her usual gentle tone. I liked where this was going I was more than willing to let her do whatever she thought would help.
As I finished undressing I could hear her making appraising hums a long with occasional purr. Once I was fully naked she had me turn around, for a few more nonverbal appraisals.
“ So?” I wasn’t expecting much. I wasn’t particular well endowed, I was pretty much average so I was sure she had seen people better equipped than me.
“Not too shabby at all. I’ve seen bigger, but I can assure you that those guys knew nothing about how to please a woman and relied purely on size. If my guess is right you can go the distance and know exactly how to drive a woman nuts.”
“We can always test this theory of yours.”
Chelsea gave me a lecherous look. “Good!” She jump hard at my chest knocking me back into the bed, sending more pillows flying.
The sex started off frantic as we dumped off months of sexual frustration we had both built up during my months of visiting her and never giving into sheer lust. I was bleeding freely as her claws raked my back, chest, and sides. I guessed that she had never done this before because this sort of thing would have gotten her killed while in the brothel. After hours of unimaginable pleasure we called enough for the moment and took a break.
Chelsea was horrified when she saw how badly I was bleeding. “Sam you should have stopped me, you’re a mess. I can’t believe you let me do that to you.”
“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine but you might want to take a shower to get the blood out of your fur. Second thought don’t it gives you vicious look that would scare any human who would hurt a brothel worker.”
“That’s not funny Sam, I really cut you up.”
“The cuts will heal up soon enough, I can feel them closing already. I’ll be fully healed up in under hour. Besides that was the most fun I’ve ever had, never knew I could get a kick out of pain. Or to put it more accurately, when I’m the one experiencing the pain.”
“Did you ever hurt Carol like this?” Chelsea looked at me nervously.
“Never hurt her at all. Even in play. I just get turned on by inflicting it upon others who I killed as part of my job. I tortured people to death and I always got a kick out of it. There was no way I’d hurt people that weren’t enemies whether being payed to kill them or I had marked as using too much air for their value. For the most part I’m a gentle person.”
Chelsea curled up tighter against my chest. I was still bleeding from a few scratches and her fur was sticking against me since my blood was already starting to congeal. Soon enough the blood would dissolve and her fur wouldn’t stick to me or anything else for that matter. For now though I had to put up with the smell of the iron from the blood. Thankfully Chelsea didn’t seem to care about the smell either.
“You know I love you right?” It was probably the single stupidest question I had ever asked in my life.
“Well I turn you into a bleeding mess and you laugh it off.” I pulled her tighter and buried my nose in her hair. “I can’t think of any other human doing this.”
An hour later my blood had completely dissolved away, Chelsea was no longer sticky, and all of the claw and puncture wounds she had made on me were healed up. “You want to go again? Just gently this time.”
“You are starving aren’t you?”
“Yes you are a literal drug for me apparently. Right now I just want to be gentle with you. No claws, no real biting, just slow and relaxing.”
“Sounds like the most beautiful thing I could go through right now."