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WARNING: The above are mostly subjective opion/speculation/half assed observations from one player. I've tried to clearly label where I'm rendering my own opinions, but I've missed things and made mistakes. Requests for corrections or questions can be posted in-thread. Hope it helps.
I have no out of band communication with the cyoa runner. Everything is in-thread.
Below is the collected past posts from the cyoa runner. It does not include the active thread. This should make searching easier or as a once over read to get up to speed. I've made minor edits to formatting as rentry.org loves to reinterpret stuff as python code blocks and not plain text.
From oldest thread to newest/current.
https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/68733340
Technically the cyoa started in this thread. It was restarted in the next thread without any loss.
https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/68894971
Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 19:35:48 No.68895036 Report
Quoted By: >>68895066
Your military service had been an admirable one. Even through you didn’t display any real talent for command or leadership, you had successfully led a platoon of tanks in multiple battles and engagements against the resurgent Asari state in the third Kalin war and managed to keep most of your men alive through the numerous engagements. Not that your career had been an easy or a quick one. Having volunteered just after having finished a high school, you found yourself struggling through the accelerated year long course on a backwards planet you were born on. Your formation, mostly comprised of a small number of humans fast-tracked into leadership positions and a vast majority of snow leopards, seeking privileges through service, was underequipped, inadequately trained and green when thrown into combat on the moon above Kalin.
To say your losses were heavy would be an understatement. A solid quarter of your division was wiped out in the first week of fighting. Yet, reinforcements kept pouring in and eventually, the planets ownership was cemented. The surprise attack by the Asari state, attempting to secure its independence and control over its own space was squashed. From there, the Asari were brought back to the negotiating table.
Rather than a simple disarmament, arms embargo, unequal trade treaties and human staffed bases on the moon, all of which were retained in the revised treaty, a yearly blood tax of 2 million 30-year-old Asari was instated, a partial de-industrialization was envisioned and a permanent human garrison was instated. In addition to the enslavement of the entire rebellion, from the highest officers to the lowest logistics personnel, a grand total of some 43 million to be enslaved.
Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 19:36:49 No.68895066 Report
Quoted By: >>68895096
68895036
With that treaty, you and most of your formation were discharged with honour, with some of the more ambitious officers, both human and distinguished anthro, remaining in service, while most of the dischargees returned to home or settled either on the moon or on Kalin itself, to reap (and rape) the fruits of their victory.
You declined an Asari slave. You were simply sick of seeing them. Both alive and dead. So you got drunk, missed the Freighter heading towards home, waited a bit, got abroad a Yacht-Freighter with the goal of re-boarding a ship and got abroad.
Camesia was a large ship. Most of it, the vast, vast majority of it, were simple 0g slave quarters. Or, put even more simply, a big container where gravity wouldn’t be generated and where tens of thousands of Asari veterans would be left to hang aimlessly with their arms in handcuffs, attached to poles streching from the top to the bottom of the container, holding dozens of Asari slaves, only released in small shifts to eat and do hygiene upon themselves and escorted by a small armed crew of Turians.
Further back, Camesia had a crew compartment where some veterans who had served alongside you and some anthro passangers were staying for the duration of the trip. And even further back was a luxury segment for humans. You were the only human. And as such, you had the full attention of the small staff. The service provided to you was good, the food was tasty, the room spacious, the activities numerous and the 3 females did anything you asked of them, while the turian guard, while constantly staring at you with his piercing eyes, remained silent, still and vigilant on lookout.
Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 19:37:50 No.68895096 Report
Quoted By: >>68895118 >>68895200 >>68908944 >>68909104
68895066
The young arcanine flight attendant, chubby, but enthusiastic nonetheless, was the first to properly entertain you, stripping naked and sucking you off within three hours of the voyage starting. You enjoyed her, but eventually switched to skinny ninetales, having her strip and bending her over in the middle of the hallway. Eventually, your interest switched to the oldest of the three flight attendants, an elegant, long legged, brown plated turian. And the only regret you had from that point was that you tried the other two first. She was tight, she was skilled, she knew how to work. And discounting sleep, you spent the most of the two-week flight with her.
Eventually, the ship arrived at the station orbiting a planet named Teppu. It was your time to head off. Your inventory prepared by the Arcanine, you grabbed your bags and headed off, when a thought popped into your mind. Why shouldn’t I take one of them with me?
Noone, no reason to snatch anyone up.
Get the chubby Arcanine flight attenant to go with you.
Get the skinny Ninetales.
Get the tight, long legged milf turian you had spent the longest time fucking to go with you.
Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 19:38:49 No.68895118 Report
Quoted By: >>68895357
68895096
Get the chubby Arcanine flight attenant to go with you.
she got the spirit
Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 19:38:59 No.68895121 Report
Current votes:
Noone:
68894906
Arcanine:
68893827
68895004
Turian:
68894080
Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 05:26:49 No.68909939 Report
Quoted By: >>68909959
A whistle escapes your lips. “Hey.” You say to the Arcanine flight attendant. “Give me a call the next time you’re docking. If I’m there, I might make it worth your time.”
Giving her a kiss and taking a hastily scribbled note, you heft your bag and make your way onto the station.
The dark, poorly lit docks give a immediate and bad impression you honestly expected for a planet as poorly integrated as… fuck what even was this place? Doesn’t matter, you think to yourself as you heft the bag a bit further up your shoulder and head off through the hallways, looking for a hotel.
Eventually, through the poorly lit, damp and hot hallways, you hear chatter. Heading towards it, taking a few confusing turns and finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, you emerge into a homy barfront. Simple metal chairs and tables littered in front of a bar-reception staffed by a rat-boy, a large brown-furred cow-girl, with a golden nosering, dressed in jeans and a light blue button down shirt serving drinks to a exclusively male reptiloid crowd.
Making your way to the rat-boy, you ask for a room, the rat-boy nods, walks from behind the dented counter and reaches for your bags. You can see that the short, white furred rodent is struggling to heft your baggage, being a head shorter than you. You see him bending to one side as he lifts it to his shoulder.
“Could I interest you in a drink sir? Or are you hungry by any chance?” The rodent says.
You nod. “Yeah, I could go for something.”
The rodent whistles, the cowgirl snaps to attention towards you and quickly makes her way towards you, between the tables, chairs and lizardmen.
“A beer and a menu.” You tell the cowgirl as you head for a empty table, watching the ratman struggle. The two should have their roles reversed, you notice.
Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 05:27:51 No.68909959 Report
Quoted By: >>68910052
68909939
Not even half a minute later, the cowgirl, her shirt now unbuttoned, her heavy chest more pronounced, appears, handing you a large mug of beer. You note how she bends over the bar table, sticking her large ass back and portruding her chest almost into your face. You notice her nipples are erect. And you also notice just how large she is, some two heads taller than you.
“Thank you, I’ll decide in a bit.” You tell her, taking the menu. You watch her hurry behind the counter and into the kitchen in the quick step seen in so many waiters.
Going through the menu, you eventually pick out a meal that sounds interesting to you and decide to raise your hand. You see the ratboy behind the counter turn around and whistle for the cowgirl. The cowgirl comes out of the kitchen in her quick step, except she is now naked except for the nosering and a pair of golden nipple rings. More than a few lizardmen whistle as you read your order to the cowgirl, causing her to both blush and stagger, clearly uncomfortable with their attention. She is now even closer to you than previously, her groin and insides of thighs milimeters away from your arm.
The meal is a pleasant one, a well-prepared luxury dish made from native plants and river-fish. What adds to it is the diligent waiter standing very clearly in your field of view and thoroughly ignoring all other customers. She is a definetly a sight, being some 10 feet tall, muscled, but with a pleasant layer of fat over it, giving her both a plump and a very well developed physique.
Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 05:31:57 No.68910052 Report
Quoted By: >>68910076
68909959
Having finished the meal, the cowgirl approaches you and asks you “Sir, would you like to be escorted to your room?”
You nod in agreement and get up, following the cowgirl as she grabs the keys from a counter and leads you into a door on the other end of the square occupied by the restaurant. Your room is the first one past the doors, a large, luxury, human exclusive room, some thousand feet square in size, lit by dim yellow lights, giving it a very homey athmosphere.
“I know it isn’t perfect, but if there is anything I or the station staff can do to make your stay here more comfortable, let us know.” She says handing a touchscreen device from a wall to you.
Glancing at it, you see a number of offers, ranging from meals, to staff (with naked photos of just about everyone, from the cowgirl, to the ratboy you saw behind the counter, to a few dockworkers who filled out the paperwork as you were docking here, to a few anthros in bitchsuits. You click on the last category, more to appear interested, knowing full well the cowgirl will be your occupation for a few weeks until your ship arrives, only to see a few anthros on offer.
Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 05:32:58 No.68910076 Report
Quoted By: >>68910380 >>68910925 >>68912453 >>68912605 >>68912883 >>68914311
68910052
The first bitchsuited anthro on offer, the cowgirl standing in front of you, with words [FREE FOR HUMANS] [HUMAN ONLY] and [VOLUNTEER] in bright red under her.
The next is the ratboy you saw behind the counter, with words [FREE FOR HUMANS] and [DEBT SLAVE]. You chuckle a bit at that.
The next offer is a skinny osprey boy, 23 years old, with words [CRIMINAL] written under him and two timers, one counting the length of his sentence so far (3 years, 4 months and 7 days) and another one the time remaining (3 years, 23 days).
And the last on offer being a pretty penther female, aged 36, also a [CRIMINAL] with the counter displaying her sentence so far reading (11 days) and the remaining sentence reading (9999 years). What a fresh catch and what a bad girl she must’ve been.
Spend your time in peace and quiet, enjoying drinks and sleep.
Call over the cowgirl
Have the cowgirl bitchsuited and brought to you
Have the ratboy bitchsuited and brought to you
Have the osprey boy brought to you
Have the panther female brought to you
Some combo [WRITE IN]
Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 08:28:44 No.68912674 Report
Quoted By: >>68912883
68912453
68912605
Tapping on the glowing red letters, you find that the Osprey boy stole a vehicle, a motorbike from a human, then, as soon as he found out the sentence was against a human, turned himself in.
You feel that if the crime was against a anthro, he'd have been out by now, but you also feel that hadn't he turned himself in upon learning the theft was against a human, he'd have been given a sentence double the one he'd been given.
As for the panther female, the sentence reads [CLASSIFIED - CONSPIRACY].
Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 14:16:07 No.68916517 Report
Quoted By: >>68916530
Within 10 minutes of you fondling the cow and tugging her around by the rings, bending her over the table and going at her, a knock on the door is heard. “Come in!” You yell. The rat-boy opens the door and tugs in the panther behind himself. He excuses himself and leaves the three of you, closing the door behind himself.
The panther girl is mostly naked, her arms and legs held bent with a single metal cast per limb, concealing very little of her, with a big brand on her left asscheek reading “SLAVE-CRIMINAL”, followed by a long code you persume is for police and administrative work.
And, much to your irritation, her head is encased in a frame that ergonomically incorporates a unremovable blindfold and a ring gag with a tongue piercing holding her tongue outside permanently.
Yet despite this, she is obviously a very attractive anthro – large boobs, a broad hips, a narrow waist, long, toned limbs, a luscious tail, soft fur.
Trying to bend the metal a bit, failing completely and then going back to the cowgirl and occassionally switching your attention to the panther, whom you didn’t spare in the least, she had earnt her bondage through serious crimes, you spent a few days enjoying luxury even on a backwards station like this one, until, one morning, as the cowgirl was returning a empty foodtray and as you were entering the already sore rear door on the panthergirl, her protests limited to pained moans and contortions of her body, knocking at the door alerted you.
“Yes?” You said.
Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 14:17:08 No.68916530 Report
Quoted By: >>68916542
68916517
The ratboy opened the door, holding a folded sheet of paper. “It is urgent.” He said, then corrected himself “Sir.”
You continued with the panthergirl until you were satisfied, then grasped for the paper. A quick skim of the paper surprised you, causing you to re-read it. “A notice of immediate re-enlistment.” You said outloud. “By captain Bruno.” You continued. “Report to the bar ‘Red German sausage’ at the starport ‘Firstpoint’.” You checked the signature, the stamp, the insignia. A local garrison force, probably not even a human one. Yet you couldn’t ignore the orders.
“Sir, the first ship is leaving in some give minutes.” The ratman spoke. You nodded. “Want me to call them up?”
You thought for a split second. “It’s probably important. Tell them to wait for me.” And with that, you set off to quickly gathering your possessions, cramming everything into your backpack and bags before setting off towards the dock with your bags.
At the docks you were met by a nervous lizardman who didn’t strike you as interesting in the least, even more so because he referred to you with all the honours expected and spoke as little as possible. The ship heading towards Firstpoint was a simple oversized cargo lifter, returning down below with a empty container, which it would return up above when it was filled with grain. The journey, while unpleasant and uninteresting due to lack of windows and a undersized seat, was a quick one and within a hour, you had landed in Firstpoint and started asking around for the Red German sausage, the question which caused a snicker at a few anthros, but soon led you to a well lit and clean bar that was nearly empty in the hour just before dawnbreak.
Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 14:18:09 No.68916542 Report
Quoted By: >>68917527 >>68917786 >>68918607 >>68919934
68916530
The only people inside of the bar being you, a Zeraora bartender, more preoccupied with cleaning a perticularily stubborn stain out of a wooden tabletop than in noticing you, occassionally cursing his job, his customers, his life and his boss, a catgirl in the corner changing out of a hoodie and sweatpants into a very slutty waitress uniform, struggling to slip on the high heeled shoes, the latest invention of the human emulating fashion trends, a half naked awake snakegirl tied to a table, still stained from last nights (or is it this nights?) events, her pupils dilated far past the normal, even for her species and a feline, fully encased in latex, with the exceptions of the mouth hole, where it ended in a ring gag and two small holes for the nostrils, hanging under the bar, bent in a “C” shape like some contoritonists you’ve seen can do, his groin being the first thing of him you spot, with a odd cylindric device sticking out from where his member should be, with bright yellow letters written on it saying “Press to get a reaction.”. You withhold a bit, and glance further down, his anus being covered by a latex condom, while further below, his head, completely enclosed by latex uncomfortably points upwards.
You glance around, no sign of captain Bruno around. You look around and decide to:
Do nothing, patiently wait for Bruno.
Approach the Zeraora, strike up a convo with him [WRITE-IN]
Approach the catgirl, strike up a convo with her [WRITE-IN]
Approach the snakegirl, strike up a convo with her or have some fun with her [WRITE-IN]
Fuck and “get a reaction” from the living latex toy
Something else [WRITE-IN]
Anonymous Sat 07 Sep 2024 06:32:57 No.68938265 Report
Quoted By: >>68938282
You glance at the latex toy once again, see he has a collar around his neck, read the name on it “Aarc Mbou”, then head off towards the snakegirl. She is of a medium, one could even say average build and physique, her scales are of a dark grey colouration, with a lighter hue on her inside, with a splattering of spray-canned neon colours over it, almost certainly applied by a different patron of the establishment. Her clothes are shifted on her, the croptop torn on one shoulder, now mostly around her neck, while her mini shorts are used to tie one of her ankles to a table leg. A hoodie is binding both of her arms to a different table leg, with the last leg free to trash around. The tally marks on her stomach and thighs count to at least 40.
As you approach her, she hazily shifts her gaze towards you, her eyes dilated. You’re very certain that she’s not actually looking at you, let alone recognizing you and is merely orienting herself on sound.
“Hey.” You ask her.
She lets out a sound that sounds confused and is somewhere between a grunt and a moan.
“Can you speak?” You ask her again.
She lets out a different sound, but in the same ballpark.
You turn to the other two anthros and motion to the snakegirl with your head. Then you watch as the zeraora and the catgirl very quickly exchange a conversation between the two of them with a mixture of expressions and head motions.
“She’s out of it. Completely.” The zeraora says.
“Go on.” You tell him.
“Lost a bet with her younger sister.” The zeraora says. “Took the drugs, the alcohol and let a birtday party have a go at her.” The zeraora says.
“So, she’s not a slave?” You ask.
The bartender shakes his head. “She just doesn’t get along with her sister.”
You nod, then turn around as you hear the doors opening. “Liutenant Anon?” The figure asks, framed by light in the doorway.
Anonymous Sat 07 Sep 2024 06:33:57 No.68938282 Report
Quoted By: >>68938357 >>68938509 >>68939627 >>68942870
68938265
Approaching the figure, you quickly recognize a short horse-boy in a local militia garrison uniform with captains insignia on the sleeves and shoulders. “Captain Bruno?” You persume.
“Yes. If you would?” He motions to the outside. You very quickly notice that he’s very different from regular horses you’ve seen. While most tower over humans by a head or more and are muscled to a enviable extent, this one is shorter than you and very lean. Maybe a hybrid you think.
“So, what’s this about?” You ask him as you follow him through the streets.
“I recieved a message from one of my subordinates. A murder of a head human administrator happened on his property.” Bruno says. “The call came in from a drunk human male residing at the property.”
“And you don’t have any human officers who could handle this?” You ask.
“The human population on the planet was 4.” Bruno says. “Two of whom weren’t permanent residents. Now that we brough you in, it’s back to 4.”
“And you don’t have enough police on Teppu?” You ask.
“The entirety of state employed personnel on Teppu counts maybe 30,000. For a population of about 100 million.” He says. “Out of which, I don’t know if we have a thousand police personnel.”
You look at him in confusion.
“Teppu didn’t resist the humans, it cut a deal with them.” Bruno says.
“So you shanghaid me to be your cop?” You ask.
“Yeah.” Bruno says. “You can sue me afterwards if you want.” He then hands you a badge, a tablet and a gun and leads you into a helicopter. “Any questions?”
Ask him about the case
Ask him about the humans
Ask him about Teppu
Ask him about his ancestry
Write-in
Anonymous Sun 08 Sep 2024 08:48:29 No.68968567 Report
Quoted By: >>68968580
“Yeah, a few.” You say. “First, about Teppu. Tell me about the planet and the deal. Why such a small populace and why such a miniscule government and a nonexistent police?”
Bruno closes the door behind himself to muffle the sound of the helicopter taking off. “They sent emmissaries to the humans the moment the ragged human fleet appeared in the system, offered humans their integration and cooperation at the condition of complete internal autonomy.”
“And we took it?” You ask, confused, knowing that humanity usually doesn’t accept such deals.
“This was back during the Sanghili wars. During the first one, when our fleets got wiped.” Bruno says. “The force that came back after the disaster was maybe a dozen ships out of the three hundred that set off.” He pauses for a moment, exchanges a few words with a pilot and then turns back to you. “Their orbital fleet back then was more than enough to wipe us out. The fact they didn’t is a pleasant miracle. So we’ve let them do their own thing so far. We try renegotiating better terms every now and then, but they tend to get better of us.”
“And they don’t have internal disputes?” You ask.
“They do, they just keep it on the inside. If it gets serious, they export the guilty as slaves.” Bruno replies.
By this point he knocks on the glass on the window. “Down there.” He points to a large mansion standing separately from a small village located on a hill. A pair of straight roads cross just underneath the village. “That’s where the murder happened. I’d stay and help you, but I really can’t, there’s a slave riot in a canning factory. Tho if you want, I can get you a few ex soldiers to help.” He says as he sends you a email to your police tablet.
Within a few minutes, the airplane lands and a mob of anthros and humans assembles a safe distance away.
“Best of luck.” Bruno says. “You’ll need it.” Within a few minutes, the helicopter takes off.
Anonymous Sun 08 Sep 2024 08:49:30 No.68968580 Report
Quoted By: >>68969117 >>68969526 >>68971111 >>68972072 >>68976975 >>68979149 >>68997872 >>69037510
68968567
You, inhale, exhale and set to work. First things first, you ask about the crime, get a flurry of frantic answers, shouting, crying and sobbing, before narrowing down the original caller, a man of oriental heritage named Su. “I got drunk. I don’t remember anything then, but woke up in Aldert’s room on the floor.” He’s still hungover. “Aldert was dead. Knife through his throat.” He pauses. “I shouted, called the police and got everyone to leave the room immeiately.”
“Everyone’s here?” You ask him.
“Everyone who was in the mansion or around it is here.” He says.
You look at the people and wonder whom to interview first.
Su, the hulking, oriental, muscular and hungover man in front of you
Loreta, a short, tanned, young woman in tears
Tamrat, a cheetah with one hand, visibly disturbed
Gete, a tigress, shaken, but less so than you’d expect
Witold, a young mare-boy wearing a uniform
Khoshe, a sanghili female, sobbing
Sergio, a naked white furred fox, half asleep from exhaustion
Sanna, a quarian female, wearing a transparent skinsuit and a short dress
Amalia, a middle aged wolf female, wearing plain cooks clothes
Fikra, a young lizardgirl, a local, now concealing her crying face with her hands
Naqa, a middle aged lizardgirl, also a local, but more dressed than the previous one
Ubalnu, a red scaled dragon-girl, naked, looking onwards in shock
Anonymous Sun 08 Sep 2024 18:41:43 No.68979088 Report
Quoted By: >>68979149
You thank Su and leave him for the mob. Pointing at the white furred fox, you snap your fingers. “Over here.” You say, turn around yourself, spot a outdoors table with chairs and seat yourself across the way from him.
“Name, age, birthplace, occupation, you know the drill.” You say to him as you press a recording button on the tablet.
“Sergio, age 31, Sarvarah, on Eruvh, slave, reason, desertion.” He says, tired but slightly nervous. You’d have never guessed him to be 31. He looks more like he should be under 20. He is very slim and soft.
“Where were you yesterday at the time of murder?” You ask him, realizing that you yourself haven’t explored the murder scene and hoping that said surprise doesn’t show on your face.
Sergio thinks a bit. “I’m not sure when that was.” He says honestly.
Thinking quick, you say “Lets go backwards, where were you when Su found out about the murder?”
Sergio thinks a bit too long, maybe due to his exhaustion. “I was in the pet pen.”
“Where’s that?” You ask. “And can anyone vouch for you?”
“Out back behind the house.” Sergio says, then pauses and thinks. “I don’t think anyone can vouch for me. I snuck out to back there to avoid work.” He pauses for a bit, looks at the table, then up at you “I’m tired sir.” He says in such a pained way.
You feel a bit uncomfortable with that, so decide to switch topics. “Before that?”
“Master Aldert called me to his room to clean it up. Change sheets I think.” He says.
“You think?” You ask, wondering at the indecisiveness of the anthro.
“I think sir. I really can’t say for sure.” Sergio says in such a way you believe him completely.
“Alright, anything un-usual?” You ask.
Sergio shakes his head. “Can’t say sir.” You notice how bloodshot his eyes are.
“And when was that?” You ask him.
He shrugs apologetically. “Late, sir. Late. It was dark, I think. If it wasn’t, miss Naqa would have spotted me and called me to work on the garden.”
“How long have you been awake?” You ask the foxboy.
Anonymous Sun 08 Sep 2024 18:44:15 No.68979149 Report
Quoted By: >>68979421 >>68980899 >>68981998 >>68983056 >>68983302
68979088
“I woke up after lunch. The household eats lunch at 2pm.” He says.
You check your watch. It’s only 7am. “You’ve been up for 17 hours, get ahold of yourself.”
“Sir, I…” Serigo begins, then cuts himself off. “Yes sir, sorry sir.”
“What were you doing before Aldert called you to clean his room.” You ask him.
“Working sir. In the gardens. Miss Naqa can testify.” He says.
“Any breaks? Did you leave the gardens at any point?” You ask him.
“No sir. I’m not allowed to.” Sergio says.
“And before that?” You continue.
“Dinner sir.” Sergio says.
“Witnesses?” You ask.
“Everyone sir, we all eat together. Well, other than me. I eat pet food out of a bowl next to the table.”
You don’t even ask. “And before that?”
“I cleaned myself up. Naqa woke me up before dinner. By accident. Bumped against my pet pen and woke me up.” Sergio says.
“Show me this pet pen.” You say.
“Yes sir.” You then watch Sergio try to conceal his erect member as he tries sanding up from the chair and walks over to behind the house, showing a wooden doghouse that seems too small for even a anthro as small as him to fit in, maybe some ¾ of a foot tall.
“Can you even fit in there?” You ask, looking down and spotting a large dildo mounted on the opposite wall of the doghouse.
Before you can mention anything else, Sergio gets onto his knees and elbows and starts going in ass first. You see him hesitate a moment before forcing himself onto the rubber member. A wince and a grimace later, he is completely within the doghouse. “If I’m staying at home, I sleep in here sir.”
“Anything else sir?” He asks from within it. “And can I sleep sir? I’m very tired.”
You need more [Write in questions/points/demands]
Pick someone else to interview (see list of candidates here >>68968580 )
Something else [Write in]
And if applicable:
Let him sleep in the pet pen
Let him sleep in a actua
l bed
Don't let him sleep at all
Write in
Anonymous Mon 09 Sep 2024 06:36:48 No.68997841 Report
Quoted By: >>68997858
“Yeah, I need a few more things from you.” You start. “Was Naqa always in the gardens with you? Is she your handler?”
“She was probably always tere. If not she, then someone else.” The foxboy says. “But no, Naqa isn’t my handler. She’s in charge of keeping the gardens in shape, but her workers are on vacation and a hail destroyed most of the garden, which is why she’s been driving us pretty hard. Just about everyone toiled in the gardens at least a bit.”
You nod. “And you’re a pet, aren’t you? Couldn’t Adlert have spared someone else?”
“No sir, I’m not a pet. I’m a slave.” He says with a sudden wearyness.
“Elaborate.” You say.
“I fucked up during the war sir. Real bad. Aldert reminds me of it constantly.” He pauses. “Reminded me of it constantly.”
You crouch down in front of him, see him almost dozing off, grab his chin and raise it up. “Where’s Alderts room?” You ask him. He gives you instructions and then you speak to him again. “Get yourself out of here, find some bed out of the way and get some sleep.”
He starest blankly at you for a few moments, then nods you and starts the slow process of squeezing himself out of the pet pen. You leave him be and head upstairs.
Aldert’s room is almost normal. A large room with a double sized bed, a worktable, a army rifle hanging from the wall, a rack of medals, a couple of dressers, a bunch of drawers andleft of the door, a shattered glass table, a pool of blood on the floor with Aldert lying facefirst in it, his head and neck at an odd angle due to a kitchen knife in his neck. A bit away stands a shattered table with a finely prepared steak and some other finities of dining you don’t recognize, with a fork quite a bit away. You look for the chair and find it toppled over.
You steady yourself a bit, then start photographing and recording the scene. Then you realize Aldert’s wearing a night robe. You think a bit, then exit and go back to the witnesses. One’s as good as any, you think, then pick the tigergirl.
Anonymous Mon 09 Sep 2024 06:37:49 No.68997858 Report
Quoted By: >>68997872
68997841
“Gete Bona, 29, Trios, on Eruvh, administrator.” She says as she seats herself across you on a chair where you previously talked with the foxboy. She’s dressed quite pretty, wearing a rather revealing crimson dress. You pay attention to it, as any man ought to. The dress was low cut in the front, revealing the large and well shaped breasts, lacked a back to a extent it let the tigresses tail out and almost showed her rear and on the sides was cut open at a waist, not to mention being half transparent, revealing skimpy lingerie.
“I see,” you pause, look at her a bit more “any reason for such dress?”
“I wanted to surprise my husband.” She says. “He spends too much time at work. I wanted to get him to leave on time and spend some time with me.”
“Your husband is?” You ask.
“Tamrat. Tamrat Bona.” She says. “Head servant. In charge of the rest of them.”
You nod. “I take it it didn’t go as expected. Can you go over your the whole last two days, in detail.”
She nods. “Yesterday I woke at 6:30, my husband having already left the home for Aldert’s property, if he had even arrived. Half a hour later, I left for work, stayed at work until some 19:00, had a horrible time with my boss, was at home at some 19:30 and then decided I wanted someone with whom to spend a evening and a night with. I cried, took a shower, decided I wanted my man back and dressed up…” She points to herself “before arriving here at around 21:45.”
Anonymous Mon 09 Sep 2024 06:38:50 No.68997872 Report
Quoted By: >>69005902 >>69005937
68997858
“How would you describe the household at that point?” You ask.
“The usual, honestly. A bit more frantic work in preparation because Aldert was getting married soon, so everything was to be in perfect condition, but nothing was out of the ordinary.”
“You may continue.” You say.
“I enter, ask Fikra what’s going on and where Tamrat is. She says Tamrat is probably helping Aldert with work. I ask if I can enter, she says they’re in negotiations with rioters and that it’s out of the question, then offers me some tea.” She says, then stops.
“And?” You ask her to continue.
“He arrives about a hour and a half later, tired and tells me he’s happy I came to visit him but that he has a lot of work left to do and tells me to go home.” She says, now very sad. “I told him exactly what I thought of him at that moment.”
“An argument?” You ask.
She nods, now somewhat more composed. “A nasty one. There.” She says pointing at the entrance. A pause later she says “Then Su came in, told us Aldert’s been murdered. Then we waited outside for the night until you showed up.”
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Anonymous Tue 10 Sep 2024 05:54:08 No.69026235 Report
Quoted By: >>69026656 >>69028608 >>69030576 >>69034281
“What did you do for that hour and a half?” You ask Gete.
“Drink tea, chat, pace around the room and get angry. Went to the toilet a few times.”
“And Fikra was with you all the time?”
“Other than when I was going to the toilet.” Gete replies.
“And how long did your argument last when Tamrat arrived?”
She shrugs. “I really couldn’t say. Until Su interrupted us.”
“And when was the last time you saw Aldert?” You ask her, shifting your pose a bit.
She thinks a bit, then speaks. “Must have been some two, maybe three weeks ago.”
“In what context?” You ask her.
“He stopped by our home, said he’s sorry for taking Tamrats time up during the anniversary of our marriage and promised to fast-track me through the administration.” She says, not feeling a ounce of shame at what she said.
You nod, then continue. “Could you elaborate upon your and your husbands relations with Aldert?”
She nods, then begins. “My husband and I knew eachother during childhood. During the war, he was a officer under Aldert. He lost an arm saving him, got discharged, came back, married me and we lived happily. Then Aldert finished his term, invited us over and we left our friends and family back at our home world and came here.” The tone with which she says the last sentence tells you quite a bit. She doesn’t like Aldert, her husbands like of him and this world.
“Not fitting in?”
She shakes her head. “No, but that’s fine, the true issue is how much time he spends here. We haven’t spent a day together in years. I haven’t felt love in longer than that. His own kids don’t recognize him.”
You nod at her, then tell her that the interview is done for now.
As the two of you get up, you notice how her dress is wet on her backside. An idea flies through your mind. If her husband isn't taking care of her, why shouldn't you step in, at least for a bit? There is a hedge between where the group is and the two of you. And you're far enough away that you two can't be heard.
Fuck her
Don't
And:
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Anonymous Tue 10 Sep 2024 18:34:52 No.69037409 Report
Quoted By: >>69037429
As the two of you head off you notice just how hungry you are. You think a bit about how hungry the rest of them are, dismiss the idea for the moment and point to Witold. “Your turn.”
You very quickly notice Witold carries himself with pride, elegance and pedigree beyond the usual slave. He is, as you already noted, finely dressed in a uniform, lightly muscled and of a slim and elegant build.
As the two of you arrive to the table, the tan furred horseboy heads with you to the table and chairs. As you point him to sit at the chair, he stops.
“Something wrong?” You ask.
“Sir, someone ejaculated on this chair.” Witold says, his voice full of disgust.
You tilt your head a bit and look at him questioningly. When his expression doesn’t change, you lean over and see that indeed, someone had come on the chair.
“You want me to sit on it?” Witold asks, hoping that this was a mistake. Then he adds pleadingly “Sir?”
“Sit on a different one. And clean this one up after we’re done.” You say, wait for him to seat himself and then continue. “Name, age, occupation, you know the drill.”
“Witold, 23, slave, personal assistant to Aldert, ex-student, son of a successful businessman.”
You nod. “So you’ll be very useful. What was your day yesterday like?” You ask.
“Awful, sir, but so is every.” He says honestly and bluntly. “Want me to cover it all?”
You nod.
“Yesterday, I stayed up late, waiting for the spaceport to give me info about when and where the spacecraft carrying Su would land. After I got that information, I woke up master and Ubalnu. After that, I waited until 3, when the car was arriving to wake up Fikra and Khoshe so they could take care of master and his guest. After that, he dismissed me and I went to sleep.”
“This all happened overnight?” You ask.
Witold nods. “I was in bed at 4, got up at 6. Masters personal assistant can’t be found lacking. I made that mistake a few times in the past and I regretted it.”
You note that. It might be worth inquiring. “Continue.”
Anonymous Tue 10 Sep 2024 18:35:53 No.69037429 Report
Quoted By: >>69037510
69037409
“I slacked off, or better said, slept standing in front of his room until about 9, when Senna walked her shiny ass over to master and woke him up about some stupid shit.” You get the impression he’d have spit if you werent in front of him. “From there, I tried to pretend I wasn’t falling asleep on the heli ride with master. I mostly stood behind him on meetings and tried not to doze off.”
“Anything of interest?” You ask.
“The slaves are complaining about shift length, the lizardmen are complaining about slaves, the imported labour is complaining about prices.” Witold shrugs. “I don’t care. I was born wrong and my due this life is to suffer.”
You feel a bit bad for him but motion him to continue speaking.
“We came back at about 2 in the afternoon, ate lunch and Senna snatched me over. Aldert gave a thumbs up and I went with her. That bitch hates me.” Witold says, words dripping with spite.
“For how long?” You ask.
“For 4 hours.” Witold says. “I spent 4 hours giving her massages, foot massages, licking her suit shinyer than it was, bringing her drinks, being a footstool in more ways than one. Luckily, Aldert snatched me away from her for a few hours.”
“When was this?” You ask.
“At 6 I think. I was with him until about 8. Regular stuff, typing, listening, looking things up, calling people. Aldert was drunk, angry and tired. I don’t know why.”
“And what happened at 8?” You ask.
“Su barged in and started shouting some shit about gay furries or something. Punched me in the gut, then got into a argument with Aldert.”
You’re paying very close attention.
“And what then?”
Anonymous Tue 10 Sep 2024 18:39:37 No.69037510 Report
Quoted By: >>69038646 >>69039853 >>69043912
69037429
“Sanna dragged me away, I vomited and after some 20 minutes, Sanna continued working. This time she put me to actual work and not toe-sucking.” You can tell he doesn’t like Sanna. “Kept working until Su came in and told us about Aldert being dead.”
“How much time passed between Su interrupting and announcing Aldert as dead?” You ask.
“Two, three, five, six hours maybe?” Witold says. “I can’t say. I know I’m not allowed to, but I nabbed a coffee. I’d rather be punished for nabbing a coffee than for fucking up. I don’t want to re-experience that.”
Witold pauses for a bit more, then asks "Anything else sir?"
You hear your stomach growl
Skip eating and keep working
Ask for the household chef to cook you a meal (in the mansion in which Aldert was killed)
Head out to the nearest place you can buy food
Write in
Upon thinking a bit, you realize the rest of the witnesses/suspects need to eat too and think a bit
Have the chef cook for them aswell
Bring them all to the nearest food place
Leave them hungry
Write in
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Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 09:10:54 No.69056073 Report
Quoted By: >>69056084
“So, what was Aldert’s stance on the unrest?” You ask Witold.
He shrugs. “He offered them temporary bonuses and promises of better conditions in the future. I don’t think he’ll do anything on the second. He doesn’t really open up to me.” He pauses. “Well he didn’t open up to me in the past. When he was still alive.”
“Go on.” You tell him, expecting more detail.
“The locals, reptiloids, all of them, are racking up cash. They, I suspect, purposefully keep their population very low, not by not fucking, but by selling their kids offworld, while doing very efficient agriculture. If you’ve ever been in their homes, you’ll find they’re not poor. Not by a long shot. They have money which they invest into offworld ventures. They’re keeping their wealth on the down low. The reason for their complaints is that the slaves are being brought in at all. They see humans as intruders on their planet. Aldert, for an example, is a clear foreigner.” Witold says. “The slaves are a broad mixture of domestic slaves, rape-babies, war spoils, criminals and self-sold anthros and aliens. We-the slaves I mean, tend to want easier conditions of life and potentially emancipation. The offworlders, or imported labour, as I call them, tend to work specialized jobs in spaceport-cities. Aldert employed a lot of them and had a lot of slaves. He brought them in because he couldn’t get enough native labourers.” Witold says.
You nod. “You’re bright.”
“My talents go unrecognized. Or unappreciated.” He says.
“So, do you think someone local killed Aldert?” You ask Witold.
“I couldn’t say. But his bodyguard was on vacation.”
“He had a bodyguard?” You ask, now interested.
“Yeah, a warbuddy. Leke Abou. A big panther. Middle aged. Left a week ago. Aldert made him take a vacation to collect himself after something happened. He just didn’t turn up one day and when Aldert visited him, he gave him a few months off to recollect.”
“Any idea?” You ask.
Witold shrugs.
Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 09:11:55 No.69056084 Report
Quoted By: >>69056106
69056073
You nod, write down the name and motion to Witold he’s dismissed. “Anything else?” He asks, getting up.
“Tell the chef to prepare a meal for everyone.” You say.
“In the house sir?” Witold asks. “And shall I clean the chair?”
“Yes.” You affirm.
Witold heads off and you use the opportunity to quickly glance at the chair. Yup, a guy came here. Sergio probably.
Shaking your head, you head back to the crowd and point at Su.
The hulking man comes with you, you seat him on a clean chair and begin the interrogation.
“Su, 34, discharged due to violent conduct, special forces.” He says.
“Crime?” You ask.
“Violent assault on commanding officer.”
You nod. “Elaborate on everything since your arrival on the planet.”
“Arrived at planet in 2 in the morning, was here by 3. Aldert and his pet dragon waited for me, we fucked her some when we arrived, we drank a lot, then I fucked her some more.”
"When'd you get up?"
“Around midday. Drank a bit, ate lunch. Drank some more with Aldert when he came back.” He pauses there.
“Then?”
“That bitch. Areta or Lauren or something. Started bitching at him. And kept bitching. Then when she left, I told him he isn’t ought to let a woman bitch at him. He got angry and we got into a fight.”
Your eyebrows raise at this.
“Not a physical one.” He says. “I left before too long. Went for a walk around. With a bottle. To clear the mind.”
“And?”
“Came back. Drank some more. Aldert started talking shit about me and drinking and how they should’ve shot me. We got into a even louder argument, I sat down some, then followed him into his office, shoved some faggot horse aside and we kept arguing until I left.”
Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 09:13:59 No.69056106 Report
Quoted By: >>69059135 >>69059770 >>69064086 >>69067430 >>69083656 >>69122621
69056084
“And can you time this?” You ask him.
“Not at all. I can’t place anything.” He says. “I barely know the chronology.”
“Continue.” You tell him.
“I rested a bit, drank a bit, realized how much of a shit I was, came into his room and passed out. By the time I got up, well, he was dead.” Su says.
“And can anyone vouch for you?” You ask.
“During the night, the dragon girl, during the day, the lizard girl followed me around sometimes.”
You think a bit.
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Witnesses/suspects:
Su, the hulking, oriental, muscular and hungover man in front of you
Loreta, a short, tanned, young woman in tears
Tamrat, a cheetah with one hand, visibly disturbed
Gete, a tigress, shaken, but less so than you’d expect
Witold, a young mare-boy wearing a uniform
Khoshe, a sanghili female, sobbing
Sergio, a naked white furred fox, half asleep from exhaustion
Sanna, a quarian female, wearing a transparent skinsuit and a short dress
Amalia, a middle aged wolf female, wearing plain cooks clothes
Fikra, a young lizardgirl, a local, now concealing her crying face with her hands
Naqa, a middle aged lizardgirl, also a local, but more dressed than the previous one
Ubalnu, a red scaled dragon-girl, naked, looking onwards in shock
Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 20:38:17 No.69067381 Report
Quoted By: >>69067403
“Can you elaborate on your relationship with Aldert?” You ask Su.
“War buddies. I served under him and we celebrated a lot.” Su says.
“And you came here to visit him?” You ask.
“That and I knew his sister was lonely, so I figured I could try my charms on her after I’m done celebrating with Aldert.”
“A sister? Here?” You ask.
“Yeah, Anke.” Su says. “Haven’t seen her.”
You note that, then turn back to Su. “You two seem to argue a lot for friends.”
“It is what it is. I suspect in a different world where we didn’t serve together, we’d not have been friends.”
You nod. “Alright. You’re free.”
Just as Su leaves, you see Witold walking towards you with a serving tray. As he approaches you, he speaks “Would you like your meal here or elsewhere?”
“Here will do.” You say and watch him start laying out a surprisingly nice meal. “Say, Anke.”
“Alderts sister?” Witold asks you.
“Yeah. What can you tell me about her?”
“Likes hiking, has her own house. Has only one servant if memory serves me right. A white foxgirl.”
“Has anyone contacted her?” You ask.
Witold shakes his head. “Not to my knowledge. Su said that we are to stay on the lawn and not do anything until you came.”
You nod, then turn your attention to the meal. Noticing that Witold is standing still, his arms clasped behind his back and holding the serving tray, you ask “You eat yet?”
“No sir. Would you like anything else sir?”
“I’m fine.” You say as you turn your attention back to the roasted chicken served with finely prepared vegetables and a number of sauces you don’t recognize but indulge in.
However, feeling the gaze of the anthro and having lost the familiarity of eating in a restaurant while serving in the army, you throw a glance at Witold, only to find his full attention directed at you and your meal.
“Can I help you sir?” He asks.
“Can you turn around, you’re irritating me.” You say honestly.
“Want me to bring the whip?” Witold says with forced enthusiasm of a well-trained servant. “Or the shock collar?”
Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 20:39:19 No.69067403 Report
Quoted By: >>69067430
69067381
“How about you leave me alone for 30 minutes and then bring Fikra here.” You tell Witold.
“Right away sir.” Witold says.
The chicken as well cooked and left you with a few minutes spare to relax before Witold, exactly on cue, brought Fikra to you, then collected the dishes and left you alone with Fikra.
Fikra seems to have collected herself somewhat since last you’ve seen her. She is a short lizardgirl, reaching your chest, her scales the colour of faded orange, with broad child-bearing hips, a slimmer waist and a flat chest, as all pure-blooded lizards have. She is currently dressed in nothing other than a single piece blue string bikini that does almost nothing to conceal her.
“Fikra, 19, hired servant.” She says about herself as you place the recorder on the table, her voice strained.
“Would you please detail your day yesterday?”
“Witold woke me up at three in the morning I think, I prepared myself and then served drinks for Aldert and Su during the night until they went to bed, at around sunrise. I think that was around 6. I fell asleep sitting in a window outside of Su’s room.”
“For how long?”
“Until Su woke up, then he told me he was hungry and I rushed off to find Amalia to tell her to prepare a meal for Su, but couldn’t find her.” Fikra says.
“Did you look for her?” You ask.
“Yeah, everywhere. No sign of her on the property.” Fikra says.
You note that.
“I prepared something for Su myself and brought it to him, but luckily he was hungover enough he didn’t notice how bad of a job I did. After that, Amalia re appeared and I joined in on making a nice lunch, as did a bunch of other servants. When we made it, we served it and I attended Su. He drank a lot. I don’t think he liked me.” Fikra says.
“Why not?” You ask the skimpily dressed lizardgirl.
“He told me I’m too boyish and that I’m as flat as a board.” She pauses a bit, then says “I am.”
“But he liked Ubalnu? She’s a reptilian too, right?”
Anonymous Wed 11 Sep 2024 20:40:58 No.69067430 Report
Quoted By: >>69073440 >>69078841 >>69079260
69067403
“But she has a hefty pair, because she’s not a pure-bred reptilian. Her father is a human who knocked her mother up because her family was a part of a rebellious clique. That’s why she’s got boobs and why she’s curvyer than her mother.”
You nod, then motion for her to continue. “After that, Su got into a argument with Aldert and stormed off off the property and Aldert told me to leave him alone. Naqa took me and told me to start working on the gardens while I waited for Su to come back, so I did, until Su came back, at which point, I jumped to him and went back to tending to his wishes. Mostly more alcohol.”
“Then?” You ask.
“He got into a argument again and passed out on a couch. I made sure to stay by him to avoid working in the garden again. Eventually, at about 8, he came awake and went to Aldert’s room and punched Witold in his stomach. He then shouted a bit, left, drank a bit more and fell asleep.”
“Go on.”
“At 11, he got up, headed towards Aldert’s bedroom, I followed behind him, hit his head on the door and stumbled into the bedroom, then dropped on his knees and arms and then splayed onto the floor. I let him sleep and let the door close behind him. I curled up in a corner and tried to sleep a bit. Got some time before he came out and told us Aldert was dead.”
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What to do about Anke:
Go call her
Don't disturb her
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Anonymous Thu 12 Sep 2024 09:10:11 No.69083628 Report
Quoted By: >>69083638
Votes for next:
Ubalnu 1
Amalia 2
Anka:
Call 2
69073440
Minor question: the murder weapon is from the kitchen, right?
Yes, you can assume it's from a set alongside the meal brought to Aldert. And considering the meal, a knife would be absolutely necessary to eat it.
69078841
"Did she see or hear Aldert at 11?"
"His room is soundproofed." Fikra says "You could be standing inside it and shouting and noone outside would hear you. He specifically requested it so."
69079260
Glad you're enjoying this.
"Who else joined you when making lunch?" You ask. "And did you see anyone else?"
"Amalia, she's the head cook, then Khoshe and I saw Tamrat pass by and check the shelves. Sanna was busy with a phonecall, while Naqa and Ubalnu were still in the garden. Witold was away, Sergio was sleeping. Leke is still on vacation. Oh and Loreta was in the garden critiquing Naqa."
Anonymous Thu 12 Sep 2024 09:11:11 No.69083638 Report
Quoted By: >>69083656
69083628
You nod. “That’s all. Go and call in Amalia and get someone to call Anka.”
Fikra leaves and a few minutes later, Witold appears yet again, this time with Amalia following him. Amalia, unlike most of the female staff you’ve seen so far, has been selected for her skills, rather than for her looks, yet still possessed them. A chubby female anthro wolf, approaching her 30th year of life, dressed in plain white clothes with a black apron covering her from the front and her black hair tied in a bun. She stops quite a bit outside of conversation range, while Witold approaches you and hands you a phone with Amalia’s number.
You press the call button and a few moments later, you hear a female voice answer “Aria here, how can I help you?”
“May I speak to Anke?” You say.
A moment of silence insues. “No, she’s currently not here.”
“Are you sure, it’s very important.” You insist.
“Yes, she left hiking a few days ago.” The voice replies.
“And she left her phone here?” You ask again.
“Yes.” The voice replies.
“And did she go with anyone?” You ask. “Can I contact her in any way?”
A few more moments of silence. “She left alone. You’ll have to wait for her to come back.”
“Do you know where she went?”
“No, she didn’t tell me where she went.”
“How long until she’s back?” You ask.
The voice waits for a bit. “Usually her hikes are a two day affair.”
“And how long has she been away for?”
“This is the fourth day.” The voice says.
“And you didn’t think to call anyone?”
“Sometimes her hikes take longer. Once she was away for a week.” The voice replies.
You think a bit. You might want to look into this aswell.
“That’s all, call me as soon as she arrives.” You say and end the call. Witold picks the phone back up and leaves, leaving you alone with Amalia
“Amalia, cook, 28.” The wolfgirl says.
“Describe yesterday for yourself.” You say.
“Got up at five, groomed myself and started making breakfast. After that, I took a bit of a break and lazed around a bit.” She says plainly.
Anonymous Thu 12 Sep 2024 09:12:34 No.69083656 Report
Quoted By: >>69090359 >>69091362
69083638
“You lazed around?” You ask. “You’re allowed to?”
Amalia seems to immediately get defensive. “Well, Aldert doesn’t have any interest in me and only assigned me to cook. So I use my free time to sleep. I get up quite early and I get quite busy when it’s time to cook.”
This seems odd to you.
“And then I started working on lunch when it came time for it, served it and proceeded to laze around some more.”
Riveting you think. If this is her whole day every day, no wonder she’s the only chubby female on the property.
“And?”
“When Aldert asked for a dinner at 10, I brought it to him, left it on the table and left. The room was empty. I checked the kitchen again and went to sleep until I heard shouting and left the house.”
You think a bit and two things pop up.
To Amalia:
press her on why Fikra couldn’t find her
don’t mention that to her
Write in
To Anke:
Go visit her yourself, even tho it’ll take you half a day in one direction by helicopter according to Witold
Call the three anthro soldiers to go there and look for her
Write in
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Anonymous Fri 13 Sep 2024 08:11:28 No.69109906 Report
Quoted By: >>69112027 >>69113726
“Let’s start off easy. Is it normal for Aldert to ask food delivered to his room?” You ask.
“It isn’t usual, but it happens. Sometimes he asks food for himself, sometimes for himself and whoever is helping him with work. Sometimes he wants it delivered to the room, sometimes he asks it be placed in front of his room. He’s a busy man and doesn’t always have time to eat with everyone else.” Amalia says.
You note that and decide to drag the conversation on a bit. “Did he request the food specifically?”
“No sir, he said I am free to prepare whatever for him. Food for one.” Amalia says.
“Does the house contain any private rooms? Rooms where things can be hidden. Maybe isolated rooms?” You ask.
“Well, Alderts room for one. Then, the basement has a section behind the storage room, built with thick walls, no windows, noone ever heads there. Then, there’s Su’s room and also two more human guest rooms that are much like Aldert’s room.”
You ask for their locations, then switch topics.
“So, where did you laze around?” You ask Amalia.
“A bit in the kitchen, a bit in the storage area, a bit in the servants quarter.” She says.
“Fikra looked for you.” You say.
“And?” Amalia says, getting into a bit of a defensive posture.
“She couldn’t find you.”
“When?” She asks.
“After breakfast.” You say. You see her twitch. “You have anything to say about that.”
“Maybe she didn’t look for me.” She says.
“She did.” You say.
A minute of uncomfortable silence.
“Speak. Where were you?” You say in a plain, stern voice.
“Please sir, it’s private.” She begs.
“Will you speak?” You say plainly.
“I’d rather not. Please. It’s of no relevance.”
You pause for a bit, then:
start interrogation
let her think and go on to question Ubalnu
torture her and let her confess later on
invite the soldiers and have them take care of interrogating her while you question Ubalnu
Put her into confinement
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Anonymous Fri 13 Sep 2024 19:47:43 No.69122588 Report
Quoted By: >>69122621
You give her a strong stare. “If you say so.”
She seems to breathe a sigh of relief.
“So, have you lost any knives?” You ask her.
She shakes her head. “We have a lot of cutlary, even if some did get lost, noone would notice. And if there’s only one knife in the bedroom, it’s the one I brought with the plate.”
You nod. “Alright, stay around, you’ll be cooking the rest of the meals too.”
She nods and leaves. You wait a bit, check notes and head to the group. Most of them are half awake at most, having been up for close to a full 36 hours by now, yet despite this, Witold straightents himself up as soon as he sees you. “Sir?” He says.
A lightbulb in your head sparks up. You lean in and whisper silently to him “Bring rope to the basement.”
He simply throws a glance at you and heads off in long paces, tho you hear him curse as he stumbles on a rock and almost kisses the ground.
You turn to Ubalnu. The dragon-girl is some 10 feet tall, muscled and covered in red scales with streaks of golden colour. Her stomach is covered in softer black scales, while her wings are covered in golden coloured paint depicting intricate patterns. Her breasts are, like Fikra described, a hefty pair, tho perfectly proportional with her body, while her child-bearing hips nicely accent her figure. She is completely naked.
“Yes sir?” She asks, standing up.
“Come over.” You say as you lead her into the basement. As you enter the large empty room, you stand opposite her and ask her to cover her day yesterday.
“I stayed up late with Aldert, waiting for Su at the airport. I carried his luggage here and when Aldert told me to bend over for him and Su, I did so. Aldert left to sleep and Su kept going at me. Eventually he fell asleep. I remained in bed with him.”
“Anything unusual?” You ask.
“No.” The dragon says. “I got up at 11, after Su left, cleaned myself up, then went to work in the garden. Naqa likes to put me to work because I’m large and strong. And because I’m a slave.”
“A slave?” You ask.
Anonymous Fri 13 Sep 2024 19:48:44 No.69122621 Report
Quoted By: >>69123859 >>69124429 >>69129150 >>69132858
69122588
“Yeah, my father led a small uprising here some time back. Got everyone under and around him enslaved. Pretty brutally too.”
“Go on about your day.” You say.
“Ate lunch, continued work. After dinner, I went to catch some sleep because Naqa finally left.”
“Naqa left?” You ask.
“Yeah, she’s a employed worker, she has a shift, unlike the rest of us.”
You nod.
“Then, Su woke me up.”
You lay aside your tablet and turn to the dragongirl.
“Well, you’re in deep trouble.” You tell her and watch her eyes widen. “I know you’re moving contraband-“
She cuts you off by immediately turning around and getting on all fours and arching her back. “Just so you’re aware, noone amongst the slaves, except maybe Sergio, wanted to harm Aldert. We all know that if his future wife takes us over, we’re fucked in so many ways.” And with that she grabs her asscheeks with her clawed hands and pulls them apart.
The cavity search is a deep one, with you choosing to forego hands and use a special policemans measuring stick, checking her holes one by one, then heading outside to grab the multiple loops of rope Witold left in front of the door, hogtying the dragongirl and continuing your interrogation and investigation. By the end, you untie her and continue. “I wasted my time with the cavity search.” You say. “Better make it up to me for wasted time.”
The red dragon drops to her knees and starts alternatingly giving you a boobjob, a blowjob and licking your member.
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Anonymous Sat 14 Sep 2024 06:25:20 No.69137416 Report
Quoted By: >>69137484
“Tell me more about Loreta.” You say as you two finish up.
“Offworlder, a very stern and cruel mistress.” The dragon says. “I don’t think anyone would enjoy working under her. Maybe me and Fikra and Naqa would manage, but the others? No.”
“Why?” You ask.
“She dislikes anthros a lot.” Ubalnu says. “Considers us unsanitary for a example. Wanted to have Amala depilated so she could cook for her. Aldert put a stop to that.” She pauses and a moment later says “I think she tried to have everyone who had fur depilated. She then wanted brands on everyone, chips, shock collars, she wanted every male castrated…”
A moment later, Ubalnu leans in. “Sir, Aldert gathered all of us and told us she isn’t getting her way and that we’re all safe. Please sir, if you can, make sure she doesn’t inherit us.”
You look at her eyes “I’ll see what I can do.” You say, pause, then continue. “So who’s supposed to inherit you?”
“If nothing changed, Anke. She gets everything, the property, the company, the slaves. Loreta’s getting nothing.”
“Did Aldert have a will?” You ask.
The dragon shakes her head left to right.
“And was there any love for Aldert?” You ask.
“Down the list, Leke and Tamrat were his good warbuddies, they were very close. Amalia, Fikra and Naqa are all hired servants that are overpaid by any metric. Khoshe is a daughter of a veteran who lost his life serving and gets a lot of money. Sanna was a hired Quarian who was working double shifts on the shipyard trying to get her way out of debt when Aldert snatched her up. She’s now his secretary and had a fat stack of cash somewhere.”
“And the rest?”
“Well, he bought me from a bar at a large farming village. I’ve been serving him dutifully since, hoping he’d free me at some point.” She says honestly, pauses a bit, then continues. “Witold and Sergio are problematic.”
“Why?”
Anonymous Sat 14 Sep 2024 06:28:58 No.69137484 Report
Quoted By: >>69137527
69137416
“Sergio was a conscript under humans, then a deserter, then a prisoner of war when humans caught him, then a slave to Aldert. He’s gotten punished a lot but has been on his best behaviour. He’s been through a lot and maybe he snapped.”
You nod.
“Oh and yesterday’s been his birthday.” Ubalnu adds. “That’s why he wasn’t in his bitchsuit.”
“He had free time?” You ask.
Ubalnu shakes her head. “He was drugged sent to a celebration. The ship crew brought him back at 8 in the morning from what Witold told me. Drugged, drunk and completely used. Naqa hosed him down with water, left him to dry and then laid him on the grass to rest some.”
You nod.
“As for Witold… He’s unhappy about his position, but I think he hopes for a similar fate like I do. He’s also a slave, but because he’s male, he gets it much worse than I do.”
“Elaborate.”
“When I fuck up, Aldert bends me over and fucks me. When Witold fucks up, Aldert bends him over and has Sergio whip his privates until he ejaculates, then has him wear a chastity cage and a tight corset under his uniform until Aldert forgives him. Then Aldert forgets about it.”
“So Witold reminds him?”
“And gets to wear a smaller cage and volunteer for a gloryhole during a festival in a nearby village.”
You nod.
“Do you think he’d do it?”
Ubalnu shakes her head. “He knows he’d lose both the eggs and the sausage if Loreta came up. And that he’d be depilated and branded.”
You nod. “Clean yourself up.” You say as you slip into your own clothes. “And rejoin the others.”
Some time after she’s done, you head out aswell. You find most of the group lazying in the shade under a tree with some blankets and sheets laid out on the floor, now noticing how Loreta is by her self under a separate tree. Witold, again, as usual, gets up and delivers a servants bow.
“You, with me.” You say to Loreta and head towards the back with her.
Anonymous Sat 14 Sep 2024 06:31:50 No.69137527 Report
Quoted By: >>69139297 >>69139704 >>69139756
69137484
As you seat her across you, she gives you a slight bow. She is a pretty young woman, her skin tanned, a slim, girly figure, long black hair reaching to her waist and a light summer dress. However, the currently most striking thing about her is her smeared makeup, in part by tears, in part by wiping said tears away.
“Detail your day yesterday.” You tell her.
“Woke up at 8, then as I was preparing to go to a picnic with Aldert, he told me he’s gotta work. We had a bit of a argument. I had breakfast then.” She pauses. “After that, I went and talked with Naqa about her plans for the garden until lunch. When Aldert came back, talked again about his schedule, then he had an argument with Su, then I talked to him about his priorities. When he just stood up and left when a alarm on his phone rang, I got angry and left. I grabbed a bottle out of the storage and left for my room. Stayed there until Su called me.”
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Anonymous 09/14/24(Sat)13:52:59 No.69147508
"When were you and Aldert due to get married?" You ask.
“Well, we were still arranging it.” Loreta says. “We had nothing set in stone.”
You pretend to note it down and continue. “Was there anyone against it?”
She shakes her head. “My parrents approved, as did his.”
“And any locals?” You ask.
Loreta shakes her head “Who cares, not like we should be talking to them.”
You pause for a moment, see she is serious and continue .“And how did you and Aldert meet?”
“Childhood crushes.” She says plainly.
“And what did you and Aldert argue about?” You ask.
“It’s private.” She says plainly.
You give her a serious look.
“Our lovelife.” She says after a few moments. “His habits. He fucks those things.” She says as she motions in the vague direction where the anthros were waiting.
“Anthros?” You ask.
“Yeah. They’re dirty, stupid animals.” Loreta says. “And he seems to like them more than me. He spends more time with that whore secretary than he does with me. You’ve seen what she wears. Do you think she works all the time? Or do you think she works?”
You nod, “When did Su call you?”
“11, 12 something like that.”
You nod. “For your own safety, I suggest you get away from here.”
Loreta looks at you. “You think that whoever did this will come after me too?”
You shrug. “Do you wanna find out?”
“How far should I go?” She asks.
“At least out of the region. Maybe off the planet if you can manage. The orbital station should be safe, if not the most pleasant, but the staff there is professional.” You say.
Loreta nods. “I’ll collect my stuff and leave.” She says.
You strech, yawn, then exit and head outside. “Witold!” You shout approaching, the mareboy walks towards you. “Yes sir?”
“Get my stuff and follow me.” You tell him. “The rest of you, find someplace to sleep. Amalia, you prepare them lunch when you wake up.” You say, then stop again. “Loreta will be leaving the property. I’m in charge for now.” And with that, you head off.
Anonymous 09/14/24(Sat)13:54:29 No.69147530
69147508
The crowd grumbles and complains but dissipates fairly quickly. Witold keeps in step with you, but is obviously tired.
“We’ll be sharing the room.” You tell him and immediately see a flash of well concealed disgust, resignation and acceptance. If you weren’t looking directly at him from closeup, you wouldn’t have noticed. “Find yourself a bed you can squeeze into the room.”
You see visible relief at knowing he won’t be sodomized today. “Right away sir.”
While he is off finding his bed, you head off and shower, then throw yourself onto the bed. Some time later, you see Witold open the door and push a folding bed into the room, then spread it. In perhaps a lapse of judgement, perhaps a indifference due to exhaustion or simply being used to it, he starts stripping before heading off to shower himself.
You, likewise, having seen your fair share of naked men in the army, observe less out of interest and more out of normalcy and come to the conclusion that if Witold had boobs and a pussy, he’d pass for a skinny mare-girl.
As he takes off his uniform, and the female panties, while you see a very tight leather corset around his waist, a pair of nipple rings and a inverted chastity cage that can’t be comfortable. Of these, he only removes the corset, folds all of his clothes, lays them out next to the bed, then to your surprise, bends over (away from you), reaches behind and pulls out a very large buttplug out of his ass with a loud pop, then grabs a towel and heads off naked. Some fifteen minutes later, he comes back and lays in the bed and falls asleep quickly.
When you wake up, you find him missing, but you also find a meal, a nice and well prepared sandwitch on a nightstand next to the bed. You get up, dress yourself and treat yourself to the meal. When you lay it back down on the table, you hear the voice from the outside. “Sir?”
Anonymous 09/14/24(Sat)13:59:03 No.69147617
69147530
“I’m done eating.” You reply.
Witold heads inside and grabs the dirty dishes, then heads outside. You strech yourself some more before Witold returns and think a bit about Ubalnu. Then a bit about Gete. Then you think a bit about Fikra and Naqa and how it might be fun to get both of them at once.
“Sir?” Witold asks. “Can I be of assistance today?”
Time to decide:
>Go to Anke's place
>Continue interrogating
>Something else
If you go to Anke's place:
>Raid
>Casually visit
>Something else
If you continue interrogating:
>Su, the hulking, oriental, muscular and hungover man in front of you
>Tamrat, a cheetah with one hand
>Gete, a tigress, naked, her dress wet from washing
>Witold, a young mare-boy wearing a uniform
>Khoshe, a sanghili female servant
>Sergio, a naked white furred fox
>Sanna, a quarian female, wearing a transparent skinsuit and a short dress
>Amalia, a middle aged wolf female, wearing plain cooks clothes
>Fikra, a young lizardgirl, wearing a single piece string bikini
>Naqa, a middle aged lizardgirl, also a local, but more dressed than the previous one
>Ubalnu, a red scaled dragon-girl, naked, giving you occasional seductive glances
>Something else
Anonymous 09/15/24(Sun)04:13:46 No.69167379
“Witold.” You speak. “Feel free to lose the paraphernalia. Take your time.” You say as you reach for the phone. While you ring up Loreta for a few extra questions you slept on, you watch Witold remove the buttplug and the corset, then re-dress himself. You reckon he can’t remove much else from himself.
“Thank you, sir.” He says genuinely. You immediately get the impression he doesn’t get such comments often.
“Call up the heli.” You tell him, Loreta’s phone still ringing. He immediately sets off.
“Yes?” Loreta’s sleepy voice croaks over the phone.
“Anon here, just a quick followup question. When did Su call you and why?”
She yawns and a few moments later replies “11:43 in the evening. I had locked the door behind myself and I wasn’t responding to his shouting outside. The room is very well isolated.”
“Thank you.” You tell her and end the call.
“Sir, the heli should be here soon. In about 20ish minutes.” Witold says, having silently walked up to you.
You strech your neck then head off to find Sergio, Witold behind you. While walking, you spot Ubalnu, who turns away from you and bends over to grab something. When she straightens up, you give her a satisfied nod and a smirk, then quickly ask her “When did Su wake up? And when was dinner?”
“Around 11 I’d guess.” She says. “And dinner was around 7 I think. But a lot of people were absent.”
You give her ass a slap and continue.
While walking, you abruptly speak to Witold. “Check if anyone escaped.”
He nods and heads off, while you find the bedroom you left Sergio in.
The moment you step in, you see Sergio leap off the bed he was laying on, drop to his knees and elbows and prostrate himself before you. “I’m so sorry for yesterday sir, I’m so sorry!”
“You jerked off on the chair?” You ask him.
“No sir.” He says. “I really didn’t mean to. I got a erection, from all the birthday drugs. I couldn’t hold it in, so I aimed it downwards to…” He looks desparate. “I really didn’t mean to sir. I swear. I’ll return in the suit sir…”
Anonymous 09/15/24(Sun)04:14:48 No.69167391
69167379
You interrupt him. “Why were you worried about Naqa seeing you in the garden?”
“Because I’m supposed to be working. I was supposed to go and clean the room up and then continue working in the garden.” He says. “But I was so tired yesterday I just couldn’t sir.”
“Hard birthday?” You ask him.
“Yes sir.” Sergio says.
“So did you see or hear Aldert?”
“Yes sir, he called me from the window.”
“When was that?”
“10 o’clock maybe?”
It’s at this point you spot something on Sergio’s ass. You start walking behind him, but he is a bit quicker and rotates himself on the floor with frantic speed, presenting his rear to you.
First you see massive letters TRA branded on his left asscheek, then letters TOR on his right asscheek. Then you realize it should read TRAITOR, with the I being his asscrack, however his asshole is still so gaped that it reads more like TRAoTOR. That branding must have hurt. A lot. As did that much anal. You bet your hand could fit in there.
“Make yourself useful around the house.” You tell him as you leave him alone.
A few minutes later you find yourself at the helicopter pad, Witold already waiting. “Everyone’s here sir.” He says. “And a few more minutes before the heli arrives.”
You nod. “Leke Abou, do you have his phone number?” You ask Witold.
“Tamrat does. I’ll go and get it.” He says, then sets off in a run towards the house. Soon afterwards, he’s back.
The heli lands, a lizardman pilot opens the doors for you and Witold and the two of you set off, with you calling Abou’s phone number. The phone rings, rings and rings some more, but noone picks it up.
You sigh and enjoy the ride.
Anonymous 09/15/24(Sun)04:15:49 No.69167405
69167391
Eventually, by now late in the evening, you arrive, disembark from the heli and walk towards Anke’s home. Some might call it small for human standards, but it’s still a pretty large one, a two story one with a large clear lawn in front of it. You head towards it, Witold keeping a few steps behind. About halfway there, a white foxgirl exits the house and heads towards you. She is wearing a light blue summer dress. “Gentlmen.” She greets you. “What can I do for you?”
“Where’s Anke?” You ask her.
“Still off hiking.” Aria says. “But she’s been off for a long time now.”
“Do you mind if we check the house?” You ask.
“No. Go ahead.” Aria says.
You and Witold head inside and look for anything out of the ordinary. You really don’t find anything of note other than a bdsm room in the basement.
As you two are checking the room, Witold stalks up to you and gently grabs your shoulder, then leans close and whispers into your ear. “Aria’s not telling us everything she knows. I think Anke told her to be silent.”
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Anonymous 09/15/24(Sun)14:29:36 No.69178736
“Go upstairs and invite Aria down here.” You tell Witold. “Wait in front of the doors, but when she closes them, go up and rummage through Anke’s stuff.”
He nods, heads off and a few minutes later, Aria appears in the doorway. You sit on a table and motion for her to take a seat across from you. “Miss Aria, are you aware that Aldert has been found dead in his bedroom with a knife through his neck?”
Aria staggers a few steps back and covers her mouth with her hands. “You’re joking, right?” She stammers out.
“No.” You say plainly. “And I believe that Anke’s in danger. I need to contact her.”
Aria nods and waits a bit.
“Are you going to tell me where she is.” You ask Aria.
“Yes, I just… Anke told me to not tell about this trip to anyone. She told me she’ll probably be off for a week or two.”
“Do you know the route she took?” You ask Aria.
Aria shakes her head. “No. But I saw her leave. She was heading out with a backpack and in a bikini.”
“A bikini? Who hikes in a bikini?” You ask, surprised.
“Well, Anke likes wearing bikinis everywhere.”
“Why?”
“She told me once she likes teasing lizardmen.”
You shake your head. “Alright, but what’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well, there’s a few paths through the woods to the south. And only two are really clear enough to go through comfortably in a bikini.”
You pull out your phone and turn on the maps, then hand it to Anke, a few seconds later, she has pointed out the two paths to you. One goes past a family home and a lake, while the other goes past a nice viewpoint on a hillside overseeing a valley with a river going through it.
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>Abandon this pursuit
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Anonymous 09/16/24(Mon)03:33:17 No.69197726
“Thank you.” You tell Aria.
She nods.
“We’ll not pursue her, in case we find anything she’d rather we not find.” Aria nods, visibly relieved by this. “And if we do go through with this, we found out where she went from someone else, a local. Not from you.” You say giving Anke a nod.
“I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.” Aria says.
“What do you mean?” You say shifting your tone and expression to a serious one. “We asked around and the locals mentioned a hot human girl in a bikini going hiking.”
“Of course. Everyone would remember that.” Aria says.
“However I want to ask you to inform me if anyone else comes looking for Anke.” You say. “You know. We’re not discounting her being in danger just yet.”
“I understand sir.” Aria says.
“Oh, and did Aria tell anyone about this trip?” You ask.
Aria runs a hand along her neck, then speaks up. “Maybe, but I don’t know.”
You pull out your phone and pretend to type something. You rally haven’t been taking notes, however you feel more serious when you pretend to take them.
“Alright, what’s Anke’s relationship to her brother?”
“They visit eachother weekly. Anke used to visit Aldert much more.” A pause later, she continues. “I’d actually say Aldert visited Anke maybe twice a year. And Aldert was usually too busy to bother with Anke when she visited him.”
“So they weren’t on that good of a standing? If he ignored her that much?”
“Anke loved visiting Aldert. I usually remained in the lobby and chatted with their slaves and servants. The horseboy you brought about was a real man back when Aldert first got him. As were the fox and the cheetah. Unlike now... Did they castrate the fox yet?” Aria asks.
You shake your head.
“Lucky.”
“So did Anke have any enemies other than Loreta?”
“Loreta?” Aria asks. “I wouldn’t say the two of them were enemies. At most they vividly disagreed on the anthros and how they should be treated, but that was it.”
“And what about” You check your notes “Leke Abou?”
Anonymous 09/16/24(Mon)03:34:17 No.69197741
69197726
“Ah, yeah, that hunk.” Aria says. “Everyone loved him. Fit, strong, healthy. Panther. Loyal.”
“Do you know what happened to him?”
“I remember something about his family going missing?”
“Family?”
“Yeah, wife and four sons all just went missing one day.”
“Any leads on them?”
Aria shakes her head. “None. Guy just fell into a depression. Aldert just let him take as much time off as he needed.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate. Do you know their names?”
“Wife was Anyi, sons were Max, Marc, Um and Bello.”
“Ages?”
“Anyi was 34 I think. The boys were 18 to 14.”
You nod. “Species?”
“Panthers.”
You hear a coughing outside of the door. Must be Witold.
“So, a final question.” You say. “What do you know about Alder’s property and who it’ll go?”
“He didn’t get married to Loreta yet. It should go to Anke. Loreta has about as much claim to his property as I do. And unless Fikra or Khoshe has given birth to a bastard son Aldert chose to acknowladge, Anke’s his closest relative and the only one bound to inherit anything.”
You nod. “Thank you again.”
With that you head out, find Witold quite a bit away from the door to the bdsm room and leave for the heli. While walking towards the helipad, Witold starts whispering. “She certainly has hiking gear and certain kinky interests sir. However, I found something interesting.” He says slipping you a piece of paper. You reach for it and find a few names alongside times.
“I didn’t dare snatch her phone number, nor could I unlock it. But I could see she got a few messages and when she got them just from the unlock screen.” Witold says. “I wiped the screen clean from my fingerprints afterwards.”
You look at the names. Amongst them you have “Panther”, “Aralu” and “Aria”. Anke seems to have retained quite a active correspondance with all three until she left hiking.
“Do you know who Aralu is?” You ask Witold.
“I think I do. A local administrator. Gryphon. I think she was Anke’s slave some time ago.”
Anonymous 09/16/24(Mon)03:36:06 No.69197765
69197741
“And do you know where she is?”
“I think I do. Or at least the town she’s supposed to be in.”
You nod, then the two of you continue in silence for a bit, then you stop. Witold does aswell.
“Just so you know, I won’t punish Amalia.” You start.
“Sir?”
“But she’s been going out and meeting with someone. Do you know who?”
Witold thinks a bit. “I don’t know sir, but I saw her stealing contraceptives.”
You nod.
“And Abou?” You ask Witold.
“I think he’s been getting too close to the humans. In a physical sense. I think Tamrat has been aswell, but where I think Tamrat’s been taking it up his ass, I don’t think About has been. If you catch my drift.”
With that, the two of you continue to the helicopter.
Where to and what to do:
>Write-in
Anonymous 09/16/24(Mon)16:22:23 No.69210429
The helicopter ride is uneventful, with the thing of most interest being the dozen phonecalls to Leke by Witold, none of whom were picked up. Inbetween them, Witold directed a phone call towards the police station asking for Leke’s address, which he promptly got.
As soon as you arrive, you’re invited for lunch, where you are seated at the head of the table. Sergio, like he described, is naked, on all fours and is eating pelleted foods next to the table. You, meanwhile, are awarded prime cut.
After you finish and after the anthros finish, you call Naqa over. The youngish lizardgirl, purple-scaled with her chest and inside being yellow. Her head is crowned by six horns, three on each side of the head. She reaches up to your chin and is dressed in jeans and a white shirt.
“Time for your interview.” You tell her as you lead her off to the famous interrogation table.
“Yes sir.” She replies, seating herself on the chair and leaning on her arms that she places on her knees. “Naqa, landscaper, age 28.”
“Describe your day yesterday to me.” You tell her.
“I got up at 6, dressed, cleaned myself up, ate and waited outside a bit planning the work today. At around 7, Sergio was brought in and dumped at the entrance, I cleaned him up with a water hose. Then I laid him out in the sunlight to dry out. After I was done with that, I started planning the garden and directing people coming and leaving.”
“You were outside for the whole day?” You ask.
“In the garden, with the exceptions of toilet breaks and breakfast.”
“Anything interesting?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. After dinner I cleaned up and went out to the local town to have some fun.”
“What did that involve?”
“Drugs, alcohol, tape, passing out, waking up due to a phone alarm in a toilet stall.” She says plainly.
“When did you get back?” You ask.
“The phone rang at 4 in the morning. I was here in 5 and found out what happened then.”
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Anonymous Tue 17 Sep 2024 09:52:14 No.69226941 Report
Quoted By: >>69226947
“Who called you?” You ask.
She shakes her head. “I set a alarm for myself.”
You nod. “You do this often?”
“Often enough.”
You nod, pretend to note it, then turn back to her “Who did you put at work during the day and when?”
“Uhh… Let me think.” She says, then starts tapping and drawing lines on the table to help her think.
“I think… I woke Sergio up before lunch to have him clean up, then he worked a bit before lunch and some after it. I don’t know what he did after I left. Fikra worked since Su stormed off the property. Ubalnu worked since Su let her to probably until dinner. That girl goes beyond what’s expected.”
“Is that everyone?” You ask.
“Maybe, I’m not sure. Whenever someone’s needed, I get a extra hand from whoever.”
You nod.
“How long have you been employed?”
“On and off, a few years at this point.”
“And where and when were you in the town?”
“The local lizard-den. I think I arrived at 9. I left at about 4, stopped at home to shower and change, then rushed here.”
“Just the lizard-den? Nowhere else?”
“Hard to with zipties involved.” She says with a smirk.
You nod. “You’re free, Call Sanna.”
She nods and heads off. Some 5 minutes later, Sanna appears in front of you. You can immediately see why Aldert kept her around. A pretty quarian with a shapely body and the broad hips characteristic of her race, wearing a transparent body suit and a revealing tennis skirt and a croptop barely falling below her nipples. You almost immediately feel a stiffy as she approaches.
“Sir?” She says as she approaches the table and leans in such a way that she stands over you, her nipples poking under her croptop.
“Sit down.” You command, then watch her as she sits, crossing her legs. She’s very intent on making herself attractive. “Describe your day yestarday to me.” You order.
Anonymous Tue 17 Sep 2024 09:53:15 No.69226947 Report
Quoted By: >>69226960
69226941
“Of course sir. I got up at 5 in the morning, started working by 6, when news about the riot reached me at 9, I woke Aldert up, informed him, then went back to working. I didn’t stop until lunch, after which, I continued until dinner. Normally I’d have retired for the day by then, but chose to, due to the circumstances, continue working on, first by having a discussion with Aldert about quotas and the state of machines and the need for replacement parts, as well as the possibility of expanding the machine park.”
You nod, not bothering with technical terms. “When did the discussion take place?”
“After dinner, so around 8 or so.”
“What then?”
Sanna glances around herself. “Is anyone in earshot range?” She whispers.
You shrug.
She puts forwards a piece of paper that she scribbles something on, then presents to you ‘Can we talk about this in a more private environment?’
You give her a nod, she gets up, grabs you by the hand and leads you into your room. She checks the windows are closed, then closes the door, and, causing you some distress, locks the door. You grope around for something to hit her in case she has a weapon as she approaches you. She, then again, leans in, pressing her body against you, then places her legs around yours, sitting herself on your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and continues whispering.
“During the discussion, Su, drunk, comes in, punches Witold and gets into an argument with Aldert. Me and Witold leave. I go back to work, while after the argument with Su, Aldert calls over Tamrat. You didn’t hear this from me, but I’m dead certain Aldert fucked Tamrat. I’m actually dead certain this has been a thing even in the army and at least since Tamrat moved to this planet. Oh and this is at 9. The calling Tamrat part.”
Anonymous Tue 17 Sep 2024 09:54:43 No.69226960 Report
Quoted By: >>69227925 >>69233443
69226947
You tilt your head. “Go on.”
“Well, I don’t have anything for certain, but a few things lean in that direction. I’ll get to them.”
You nod. “Go on.”
“At this point, I go down to the kitchen to grab a drink and strech my legs when I see Gete. Then when coming back, I choose to, partly to save Tamrat, partly Aldert of embarassment, call Aldert for a meeting that, he frankly didn’t need to participate in. This is at 10.”
“What’s the reasoning?”
“The longer Aldert’s fucking Tamrat, the bigger the odds either Loreta or Gete find out. So, I use my card on the door mechanism and leave a voice message and tell Aldert a urgent meeting is in order, then a few minutes later, I leave another one, saying Gete’s here.”
You nod.
“So why I think they’re fucking, first, Aldert took a shower afterwards, while Tamrat sprayed himself with deodorant and second, Tamrat was very unnerved.”
“What then?”
“I go back to work. At somewhere between 11 and 12, Su is shouting at everyone how Aldert’s been killed.”
You need more (Write in)
That's all, pick someone else to interrogate
Something else
Anonymous Wed 18 Sep 2024 07:52:16 No.69254107 Report
Quoted By: >>69254124 >>69293384 >>69293444
“Are you the only person with such a card?” You ask Sanna.
“No. Aldert, Leke and Tamrat have them. But not Loreta.” Sanna says, her hand slowly gliding down your stomach as she starts grinding herself against you.
“Did you call food into Aldert’s room?” You ask her.
Her hands are tugging at the front of your pants. She shakes her head, denying it.
You grab your hand. “That’s enough.” You say in a surprisingly stern voice.
Sanna’s head sinks a bit. “Yes sir. I apologize sir.” She says in a way befitting a professional who made a mistake.
"I know you valued Aldert as your employer and want to see the murderer brought to justice. I have a lot more work to do. Thank you." You say, getting up, unlocking the door and leaving her alone.
You then proceed to find Witold and tell him to find Khoshe while you finish up a few small errands. Asking Gete and Fikra about the time discrepancy leads you to a conclusion that their estimates, while vaguely correct, are not minute perfect. A phone call to Loreta tells you that her call with Su involved Su yelling at her to “get out of her room right now”. Amalia tells that Aldert called for a dinner, but that she’s not 100% on it because she wasn’t paying attention.
At this point, you’re getting pretty tired and the sun is slowly setting in on the horizon. You decide to still call the police. After the introduction, you ask about Su’s call.
“23:54 to 00:12” The female voice responds.
“Thank you.” You say and are about to hang up, when the voice interrupts you.
“Sir, in case you don’t know, we won’t be working for the upcoming holidays.”
You nod. “Thank you for the reminder.”
Anonymous Wed 18 Sep 2024 07:53:17 No.69254124 Report
Quoted By: >>69257499 >>69259834 >>69260292
69254107
With that you end the interview and finally head to Khoshe. The tall sanghili female is, much like many of the female staff, very skimpily dressed. If you can call it dress at all. She appears to be wearing a sanghili variant of a gag, which, when you tell her to remove it, turns out to be a massively oversized dildo gag which reaches down her long sanghili throat, a pair of nose plugs with holes in them, a necklace and nipple rings, all connected by a chain, then a buttplug, a dildo in her vagina and a urethral plug, all three impressively oversized.
“Khoshe, 18, hired servant, war orphan.” She begins.
“Could you describe your day yesterday?”
“Sure. Woke up when Aldert brought Su back. Served them drinks, had Aldert’s attention for a while, brought him to his bedroom, then went to sleep in the barracks. The servants quarters.”
“Anything unusual?”
Khoshe shakes her head for no, then continues “Breakfast, cleaning the house, helping Amalia with lunch, eating, and then going back to work. At around 10 I was called into Aldert’s room to help clean it up. Sergio was there to help me aswell. After that I worked a bit, then went to sleep.”
You nod.
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Anonymous Wed 18 Sep 2024 18:44:54 No.69263489 Report
Quoted By: >>69263518
“So how long were you and Sergio cleaning the bedroom?” You ask her.
She shrugs. “Can’t have been more than half a hour.”
“Were there any signs of sexual activity?” You ask.
“The bedsheets were stained. And a condom wrapper was on the table.” Khoshe says. “So probably.”
You wait a bit, then ask. “What’s your relation with Aldert? Your dress is more befitting a slave than a servant.”
Khoshe averts her gaze for a moment, then decides to meet your gaze head on. “War orphan. My father served under Aldert. He hired me out of pity. I hate that, so I go out of my way to outperform. Anything else?” She asks with surprising spite.
“That’s all.” You say, then watch her get up and storm off. After she slams the doors shut, someone knocks on them.
“Yes?” You ask.
“All good sir?” Witold asks.
“Yeah, get Tamrat to come here.” You say leaning back on the chair and closing your eyes to rest a bit. Exhaustion is starting to set in.
“Hey.” You hear a soft voice in front of yourself. Opening your eyes, you see Tamrat.
He’s wearing a plain white T-shirt and tight mini shorts. His build is a very slim, almost skinny one, with slight, almost emerging breasts and almost all of his fat concentrating on his ass and hips and upper thighs, while his right arm has been amputated at the shoulder. A first glance upclose tells you he’s been using hormones. A second glance, as your eyes focus brings more attention to the fact he has waist long hair, probably a sign of a human ancestor, that his fangs are removed, that he has nipple rings and that a outline of a small chastity cage can clearly be seen through his shorts.
“You fine?” Tamrat asks.
“Yeah, let’s get the interveiw started.” You say.
Tamrat nods, walks around the table, you notice sticking his ass out subcounciously, and seats himself opposite you in a completely female manner. “Tamrat, 29, veteran, ex captain.”
Anonymous Wed 18 Sep 2024 18:45:57 No.69263518 Report
Quoted By: >>69263543
69263489
“Alright, Tamrat.” You can already guess you know why Gete was angry at her husband, assuming all of this was voluntary by him. “Tell me about your day yesterday.”
“Well, got up at 5, was here at 6, ate breakfast by 7, then started checking supplies, schedueling, stockpiles and decided to check the household finances. At 2 I ate lunch with everyone, in the evening, Aldert called me so we could go over the state of the finances, I finished a bit later, then had a argument with my wife about scheduling. We kept arguing until Su came down and told us Aldert was murdered.”
You nod. “Alright, tell me more about Sanna. How good of a secretary is she?”
Tamrat thinks a bit. “She’s … very good actually. But she’s very independent minded. Sometimes disagreed with Aldert, but always followed instructions and orders. She’s probably the best candidate to take over the business after Aldert.”
“Do you think she did anything to him?” You ask Tamrat.
He shakes his head. “No, she’s not a snake. Nor is she malicious. She loves money, she loves power, but loves neither enough to harm others for it. I know she could have fucked over multiple people over, Witold, Sergio, Amalia, Naqa, Fikra, me, all for a nice boon, but didn’t.”
“Alright.” You nod, satisfied with the answer. “Whats your relationship with Aldert?”
“We were warbuddies, usually on the winning side, but in one case, he got into a bad position and I sacrificed my arm to get him out. I got retired with honours, married Gete and got a job, while Aldert continued on. Eventually, he finished his tour, invited me to work for him and everything went fine.”
You nod. “And that’s all?”
“Yeah, business and all.”
You lean forwards. “So, why was there cum on the bedsheets after you left Alderts room when your wife came looking for you and why were you scared?”
His eyes widen.
“Go on. You can speak.” You tell him.
Anonymous Wed 18 Sep 2024 18:46:58 No.69263543 Report
Quoted By: >>69264406 >>69264821 >>69277825
69263518
“This is slander.” He says clearly and loudly. “I will not tolerate this slander of Aldert.” He says as he stiffly gets up and tries going for the door. You get up and grab him by his one good arm, but he immediately turns towards you, bares his (missing) fangs at you and shoves you with his good hand. You, however, acting more on instinct and training than on rational thought, grab his arm and in one smooth motion toss him on the floor, knocking the air out of him.
“You gonna speak?” You ask him as you squat over him.
He just spits.
Write-in
Anonymous Thu 19 Sep 2024 09:48:16 No.69283113 Report
Quoted By: >>69283120
“I don’t give a fuck about what you two were doing.” You tell him. “I want to find out who stuck a knife through Alderts neck. And right now,” You say as you grab him by his shirt and pull him up into a sitting position “You’re not helping.”
He averts his gaze, nods, then lowers his head. “I’m sorry sir. This won’t happen again. I’m willing to endure the punishment after the investigation is over.” You then watch him lower himself on his knees and lower the his upper body against a floor, in a form of prostration.
You ignore his offer and speak. “What did you do between 10 and 11?”
“I cleaned myself up. Used a lot of deodorant too.” He says, confirming your suspicions.
“Did you see anyone at that time?”
“As I was leaving, Khoshe was entering, as was Sergio.”
You nod. “Care to elaborate on what Sanna could have told us about you? Or the rest of the people she had dirt on?”
Tamrat lowers himself a bit further down. “For me, you already know sir. For the rest, you’ll have to ask her.”
You simply get up and turn to leave. “Get Ubalnu to my room.” You tell Witold as you find him outside of the door. He nods and runs off. While you are heading towards the garden to get some fresh air, you find Sergio, who immediately drops to the floor. “Sir.” He says.
“Carry on.” You tell him.
“Thank you sir.” He says and gets up to continue working on the garden. Some time later, you decide to head towards your room, giving Witold who’s waiting in front of it a nod.
Upon entering it, you find Ubalnu laying on her side on your bed.
“A few questions first.” You tell her.
“Of course. Ask away detective.” She says, straightening herself into a sitting position.
“Whats your timeline between 8 and 1?”
Anonymous Thu 19 Sep 2024 09:49:17 No.69283120 Report
Quoted By: >>69283134
69283113
“After dinner I’ve had enough digging in the garden for today, so I decided to slink off into the barracks and simply doze off.” She says, then shakes her head. “I’ve snuck a book from the house library that had fallen behind the couch once. It’s a memoir about a famous spacecraft captain. I read it when I get the chance. Noone has noticed it has went missing.”
You smile. “And for how long did you read?”
“Until I fell asleep. I really can’t put a estimate on that.”
“So, Amalia’s been sneaking out. Any idea what she’s been doing out there?” You ask.
Ubalnu pauses a bit. “She’s been doing so for a while. As has Fikra. Naqa’s been letting them out and sending me to fetch something so the two of them can get out while they think I don’t see them.”
“For how long?” You ask.
“Fikra’s been sneaking out since she mentioned how her mother’s been getting very ill. A year or so back. She let it slip, then never spoke of it again. You know how it is with servants, most people don’t want them if they have other things to worry about instead of working. Meanwhile, Amalia’s been sneaking out for a few months at this point. You’d have to ask Naqa about this.”
You nod, then step towards her, toss your tablet on a different bed in the room and push yourself down on Ubalnu. The dragon girl yelps as she lets you playfight and overpower you, but you two soon switch to gentler and more intimate affairs.
The next morning sees you get up, disentangle yourself from the broad, long limbs of Ubalnus, and gently slide out of the embrace of her tail and wings, doing your best to not rouse her, before heading for a shower and to dress yourself. As you exit the room to look for Witold, you find him standing there, holding a pair of servings of sweet milky rice pudding.
“Sir?” He asks, offeing the breakfast.
You accept the serving plate and ask him “You waited in front the whole night?”
He nods. “Dozed off some and took a shower, but yes sir.”
Anonymous Thu 19 Sep 2024 09:51:07 No.69283134 Report
Quoted By: >>69283903 >>69290144 >>69290364
69283120
You accept the breakfast and bring it in, but stop and ask him “Did you eat?”
He nods. “Already did sir.”
You nod back at him, then return to the rousing Ubalnu to eat the breakfast together.
You stop to think a bit about what should you pursue next.
Press Amalia directly
Get Naqa to spill the beans on Amalia (and Fikra)
Go to the administation to verify Aldert’s inheritance
Go and look for Anke across the mountain roads
Go and look for the panther (Write-in)
Something else (Write-in)
Anonymous Thu 19 Sep 2024 18:45:22 No.69291689 Report
Quoted By: >>69291713
After finishing the breakfast, you get up, apply deodorant and head outside.
“Witold.” You tell him. “Get rid of that cage.”
He shakes his head. “Key is in Aldert’s room.” You tell him.
“Alright, before we go to do that, order a dozen white orchards for Sanna and let me write a note with them before you-“
Witold shakes his head again. “Can’t sir. Nothing works.”
You tilt your head a bit.
“The holidays sir. The prisoner breaking.”
“Elaborate.”
“A few days off before a ritual of slave humiliation. In reference to the rebellion when a mixed human anthro crew captured the last of a band of marauding escaped slaves. Almost nothing works now and most services are on overload. In a few days a week long party begins. This is a big thing, the humans fund the event. Have done so for a few decades by now. Cultural influence and bonding and all.”
You nod. Well fuck. “Then get me people who would know if anything’s been stolen from Alderts room to meet me in front of it.” You say as you two split, Witold to gather the people, you to go over the room again. Nothing is changed except for the stench of the body. You think that you should have removed it by now and regret not doing so. Cursing your past self you exit the room and wait up front.
Soon enough, you find Tamrat, Witold, Khoshe, Sergio and Sanna in front. “Cover your faces and go inside and look for anything that’s missing.
The 6 of you file into the room and carefully sift for anything of import. At one point, Witold calls you over, with your heart racing in excitement when he hands you a small metal box with a padlock on it. To your luck, the key to the padlock is still in it.
“What is it?” You ask.
“The keybox.” Witold says. “For the cages.”
You nod, then very quickly loose interest in the search, as you do not know what might have been stolen and tell people to leave as they finish the search, while you head out to catch fresh air.
Anonymous Thu 19 Sep 2024 18:46:23 No.69291713 Report
Quoted By: >>69291735 >>69296263
69291689
Soon enough, people filter out and everyone denies finidng anything that might’ve went missing. Just as you dismiss the crowd, you hear Sanna saying “Wait.”
Everyone turns towards her.
“Everyone, empty your pockets and strip.” She orders, then seeing you, shakes her head, noting she didn’t mean you aswell.
You watch the people sigh and do as ordered. After that, Sanna checks them, gives them a thumbs up and you watch them dress up and start to disperse. At this point you check the box Witold indicated to you, unlock it and open it, finding 3 keys, each in their slot and 1 chastity cage in its slot, with 2 more empty slots under them. Luckily, everything’s labeled.
The three keys are labeled as “Tamrat” “Witold” and “Sergio”, while the chastity lone chastity cage is labeled as “Sergio”. The cavities for the cages for “Witold” and “Tamrat” are empty.
You decide to give Sergio’s cage a look and instincitvely wince. It is a inverted cage with a very long urethral tube that you bet reaches well into the bladder, with both the surface of the cage and the urethral tube being covered with studs, no doubt making it much, much less comfortable.
You immediately note that the hole for Witolds cage looks the same, while Tamrats looks a lot different. You take the key for Witolds cage and toss it to him, then watch, a bit astonished at how normalized self humiliation is for him as he pulls down his pants and throng then and there, in a full hallway, unlocks his cage and slowly starts pulling it and the urethral tube out, then licking it thoroughly clean and placing it in its slot in the box, all while being obviously disgusted with it and barely containing himself from gagging, followed by placing the key back into its slot aswell. The only surprise somewhat comparing to Witold’s act, obviously dating back to Aldert’s ownership of him being the size of his member, reaching almost up to his chest.
Anonymous Thu 19 Sep 2024 18:47:24 No.69291735 Report
Quoted By: >>69292266 >>69292476 >>69293092 >>69295044
69291713
“How you felling?” You ask him as he tucks himself in.
“I… Thank you sir.” He says trying to not blush too much. “I haven’t… in 5 years. I’m very…”
“You have 15 minutes in the toilet while I go press Naqa.” You tell him.
“Yes sir.” He says, blushing.
You easily find Naqa in the garden and call her over. Placing your hand on her shoulder, you lean on her and ask her. “Who have Fikra and Amalia been seeing? And why have you been helping them sneak out?”
Naqa stiffens, then raises her head defiantly, to showcase she isn’t afraid of punishments.
“Speak. If it isn’t of import to the investigation, I won’t pursue it. Just like I won’t go after you if you’re honest and speak up.”
This seems to very quickly buckle her. She glances around a bit nervously, then starts. “Fikra’s mother is sick. She goes out to check on her, a quick trip there and back. Noone notices it. Amalia… worries about her future. She’s aging and has no family. And certainly won’t get a child from Aldert, so she found herself a man. But their schedules don’t align. So she sneaks out sometimes to get some time with him.”
Regarding Naqa’s response:
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That’s it
Then you:
Press Amalia directly
Go to the administation to verify Aldert’s inheritance
Go and look for Anke across the mountain roads
Go and look for the panther (Write-in)
Something else (Write-in)
Anonymous Fri 20 Sep 2024 09:27:19 No.69309983 Report
Quoted By: >>69309996
“Do you know who her partner is?” You ask her.
“Caspar, husky, male. Works in a canning factory.”
“How long does Amalia stay outside?”
“2-3 hours maybe.” Naqa says.
“Alright. I didn’t hear this from you.” You tell her and see her posture relax as you get up and leave her alone, heading to join Witold. As you approach him you call up the local adminstration office and ask if Aralu is working today.
“No sir, she’s enjoying her time off.”
“Home address?”
The male voice tells you the address that Witold writes down. A moment later, you check the two addresses, compare them and realize that Leke lives within spitting distance, while Aralu lives a bit futher, but still close enough to walk. Grabbing a couple bottles of water, you set off, Witold behind you.
Some 10 minutes later, you arrive to Eshe, the village in which Leke lives in. A collection of simple, yet spacious houses placed in a grid around the main market/square and the roads radiating from it at right angles. What catches you the most is that as you’re passing by, a number of poorer, usually younger, lizards offer you their employment, some (the few that have clothes amongst the young ones) start stripping themselves naked, others bending over, some, both male and female, stating they’re still virgins. You even see some drop to all fours or pull out some piece of rope and tie it around their necks, offering it to you as leashes.
Witold whispers to you “Aldert overpaid them a lot. Weekly salaries for days of work in some cases. They probably think you’re either him or hiring for him. And the way inheritance works, a lot of these will be ensalved.”
Anonymous Fri 20 Sep 2024 09:28:24 No.69309996 Report
Quoted By: >>69311077 >>69311133 >>69311512 >>69312158
69309983
As the two of you progress, at one point you see a duo of twins, one male and one female, bend over in front of you, spreading their behinds. Eventually, when it becomes apparent you two aren’t hiring, the less vigorous lizards stop trying and simply disperse, with a few remaining, usually engaged in more extreme displays. At one point a male forces his member inside of his sheath and starts penetrating his sheath with a eggplant.
What strikes you the most about all of this is the indifference with which the richer and older lizardmen tend to look at the displays.
Leke’s home is a large uninhabited house with a heavy door and bars covering all the windows, located near the centre of the village with tall shrub walls around the garden. Ringing the bell, you find no response.
Then you start asking around, with most people denying Abou’s or Leke lived here, existed, that they ever saw a panther or anything of the kind.
Eventually, as you feel like quitting, a young lizard boy approaches you. You feel inclined to talk to this one as he (even tho he is naked, which is surprisingly common for lizardmen) isn’t trying to lick your boots in an attempt to get hired.
“Looking for the Abou’s?” He asks.
“Yeah.” You say.
“Do you have any rank?” He asks.
You pull out your ID.
“I’ll tell you about them if you hire me. And take me with you.”
“Wait, no, this ain’t how this works.” You tell him.
“It is exaclty how it works.” The lizardboy says.
Hire him
Tell him to get lost
Snatch him and teach him that you're the police and have the authority to make him sing
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Anonymous Fri 20 Sep 2024 20:34:14 No.69321923 Report
Quoted By: >>69322026
You lean back and give him a look over. “You wanna get hired?”
“Yes sir.” The lizardboy says. He can’t be taller than 5 feet 3.
“Tryouts first.” You tell him.
You see him stiffen a bit, but nod. “Yes sir.”
With that you three head out into a alleyway, where you securely tie his arms to bench, then each of his legs to a different bench leg. Finally, you tell him to open his mouth, through which you stuff a rag, then tie his mouth.
“Witold.” You turn to the horseboy.
“Yes sir?” He asks, nervous, as his member is obviously erect at the sight of a bent over lizardboy.
“Make him sing.” You say and head off to strech your legs. Some 20 minutes later, you are returning with three roasted corn sticks, cursing yourself that you didn’t get bags to hold them in. When you return, you see Witold panting and sitting on a bench next to a thoroughly gaped lizardboy who appears to be sobbing. The lizardboy can’t have had a good time. Not only is Witold very tall and well hung, and also went in dry. And now, the lizardboys asshole is thoroughly gaped. The whole scene stinks of sex, sweat and semen. The lizards asshole has a number of slapmarks. Witold definetly hasn’t been gentle and had a lot to empty out of himself.
You walk to the lizardboy and slap him a bit to get him to stop crying. “Hey, idiot.” You say. “You know you can both loose your freedom and your gemstones for doing what you did with me?” You tell him.
He temporarily stops sobbing.
“Witold.” You call the horseboy, who has been hurriedly cleaning himself up and dressing himself since you came. “Do you like your new fucktoy? Or do we castrate him before selling him?”
Witold seems disturbed and caught offguard “No! I mean, no, uh… Don’t castrate him. I’ll take him.”
“If you say so.” You tell Witold, then turn to the lizardboy and remove the rag from his mouth. “Name, age, profession and information you have pertaining to Leke’s family.”
“Zulfe, 18, jobless.” The lizard speaks.
You note it down.
Anonymous Fri 20 Sep 2024 20:37:38 No.69322026 Report
Quoted By: >>69323944
69321923
“As for the Abous, I saw them exit the home in the morning, cross the street and then get arrested by a dozen armed lizardmen. All in police uniforms. They put them into a van and drove them off. But before they did so, they collected all the witnesses and everyone who lived around and told us we’ll be getting the prison bitch scenario if any one of us squeaked about this.”
“And when’d this happen?”
“Around a month ago. Late in the day. I think they expected less people to see it.”
What do you do with Zulfe now?
Send Zulfe back home, you doubt he'll be able to walk/follow you
Keep him around, you don't really care how much discomfort he feels
Something else (Write in)
Ask him something (Write in)
Where do you go now?
Back home
Look for something else in the village
Go towards Aralu
Get a chopper to get you to Anke's place
Get a chopper to get you to the spaceport city
Something else (Write in)
And finally, if you have any other ideas, write them in
Anonymous Sat 21 Sep 2024 06:09:00 No.69336085 Report
Quoted By: >>69336118
You and Witold, after you motion him to help you, set to untying Zulfe. A moment later, he is up on his trembling legs, Witolds effort slowly seeping out of Zulfe’s gaped asshole and down his thighs and calfs before dropping onto the dirt below.
“Come on, let’s get to Aralu.” You say. Witold nods, while Zulfe just staggers forwards.
It’s not five minutes that pass before Zulfe tumbles down onto the dry dusty road below, then scrambles upwards to get to his legs. As the three of you walk, he falls more and more and by the time you three finished your walk, he has fallen forwards at least a dozen times.
“Did a number on him.” You comment to Witold.
He wears a very odd mixture of pride, disgust at self, blushing and discomfort. “I’d normally never, but…”
“Caged for five years?” You ask.
He nods. “Not just for five.”
“Hm?”
“I’ve been captured at 12. I just lost my virginity. Of that kind.”
You nod, feeling a bit bad for Witold. Such thoughts quickly abandon your mind as you arrive to Aralu’s home. Similar to Leke’s, a large two story home, this time located just in front of a town much larger than the village you’ve just passed. You’re thankful for the placement of the house as you didn’t want to go through the lizards throwing themselves at you and licking your boots again. Walking up to the door, you knock on it, then seeing no response, ring the doorbell.
A few moments of waiting later, you hear soft footsteps. Then, a female gryphon swings open the doors. Aralu stands at some 9 feet tall, a heavy brested, broad hipped, narrow waisted gryphon-girl, her feathers blue with a pink countershade on her stomach, chest and insides of long, well developed limbs. For clothes, she is wearing clothes befitting of a gym thot, that is, tight shorts and a even tighter croptop. You can tell she is somewhat older, even for her species.
“Yes?” She asks.
“Aralu?” You say.
“Yes.” She replies.
Anonymous Sat 21 Sep 2024 06:10:40 No.69336118 Report
Quoted By: >>69336885 >>69338117 >>69338592 >>69338889 >>69339152 >>69341317
69336085
“I am curretly investigating the murder of mister Aldert and I believe you could help us with such a investigation.”
Her face immediately turns to one of discomfort. “Well, yeah, uhm, of course, come in.”
Stepping inside with Witold, who motions to the dirty and cum stained Zulfe to stay outside, you ask her: “What is your relation to Aldert?”
“Saw him a few times. That’s all.”
“When?”
“When I was a slave under Anke.”
“And how did you go from being a slave to having a position in the local administration?”
“Anke freed me and fixed me a job.” She says plainly.
“A-ha.” You say.
“Would you happen to know anything about Leke Abou and his family.”
If a anthro could go pale, she did.
“I – uh.” She says. “Can I ask for a lawyer?”
“No.” You tell her. “You’re going to speak.”
Aralu shakes her head, then puts her wrists together in front of her and towards you. “I’m not speaking. You can torture me if you want. I was a gladiator, I can handle pain.”
A few thoughts flash through your mind:
Let's see how much pain you actually can handle
Offer her complete amnesty
Arrest her and drag her around
Something else (Write-in)
Anonymous Sat 21 Sep 2024 18:31:14 No.69346538 Report
Quoted By: >>69346569
“Is it enough for me to say that we’ll protect you from the police or that we’ll give you full amnesty?” You ask her.
She shakes her head.
“Alright. Strip.” You tell her. She immediately complies, neatly putting her clothes on a couch.
“Witold. You up for round two?” You ask the horseboy. He eagerly nods and starts undressing himself.
“To save you the effort.” Aralu says as she walks over to a drawer and pulls out a roll of duct tape. You can sense by her expression, tone and motions that she’s completely certain she’ll endure this and not crack. You’re yet to see how true her convcition is.
She lays herself on her back on the table, waiting for you and Witold to finish your rape of her. The two of you act as a pretty practiced team, ductaping her limbs to the table legs, then mounting her. Aralu’s face contorts into a pained one as you and Witold rape her. After the two of you are done, you ask her again “Are you going to speak?”
“No.” Aralu says, both pain and determination present in her voice.
“Alright.” You say, running your hand along your neck. “You’re coming back to the mansion. We’ll see if you’ll talk then.”
The four of you eventually arrive back to the mansion, where you instruct Naqa, Fikra and Khsohe about the position of your temporary guest. By the end of a hour, Aralu’s bound to a toilet, her arms and legs tied behind the back of the toilet, while her head is bound to the top of the toilet, a metal ring in her mouth keeping it open, with a funnel located in the ring. You call for everyone to be gathered.
“Until further notice, pissing is allowed only in the toilet next to the entrance. We have a uncooperative suspect. Whipping the subject is allowed.” With that announcement, the mansion staff disperses back to their tasks.
“How long do you think she’ll last?” You ask Witold.
“A few days.” He says shrugging.
You sigh. “She could have made this so much easier for everyone.”
Anonymous Sat 21 Sep 2024 18:32:25 No.69346569 Report
Quoted By: >>69347829 >>69349837 >>69352419
69346538
You think about your next move:
Go to Anke’s place
Go to the spaceport city before you head to the space station
Something else (Write in)
And you think about who to bring with yourself:
Witold:
has been pretty useful so far
he’s helped you enough
Zulfe:
he needs to suffer some more
he’s already slowed you down enough for today and is only getting slower, Witold did a number on his ass
Someone else (write in)
Anonymous Sun 22 Sep 2024 09:25:41 No.69367009 Report
Quoted By: >>69367027
You tell Witold to call a heli, then catch up to Sanna and Gete. “Give something to Zulfe to do. He’s a new employee.” You say as you point to the tiny lizardboy.
Sanna nods “Anything else?”
You give her a quick rundown of the Abou family’s kidnapping by the police, then ask them “Any idea how we might find them?”
“Well, the documents should be digitalized. Unless she personally signed them, she probably doesn’t know squack about them. And even if she did, Leke’s wife and kids would be either auctioned off somewhere across the planet, at some spaceport or maybe even sold offworld.” Gete says
“And what if someone really wanted them gone?”
“Offworld, maybe with special clauses or equipment. That’s assuming legal means. If not, they could just be killed.” Sanna says, earning a glare from Gete. “We don’t just kill people.”
“Could they be charged for conspiracy?” You ignore them and continue.
“Maybe.” Sanna says. “Is that what you think happened to Abou’s family?”
You nod.
“You’ll be lucky if they’re still all on this world.” Gete says.
“And how hard would it be to recover them?”
“Depends on their owners. If you’re lucky, they are all still under the ownership of the people that bought them straight from the auction. Or from a government agent. If that’s the case, they can just be bought straight up. If not, then it gets harder and slower. If you’re really unlucky, they’ve made their way out of the union. In which case, tough fucking luck.” Gete says.
You nod. “Was there a key to Leke’s home anywhere around?”
Sanna shakes her head. “Leke would’ve been too paranoid to leave it around.”
Then you turn to Zulfe “And the police, describe them.”
“Five cars, two cops in each, usually halfbreeds.”
“Elaborate.”
“Half lizard, half something else. Dragon, human, dino, sometimes something else.”
“Coordinated?”
He shrugs. “They bagged them all in half a minute.” After a pause he speaks again “Sorry, I really don’t know. I’ve seen police maybe half a dozen times in my life.”
Anonymous Sun 22 Sep 2024 09:26:42 No.69367027 Report
Quoted By: >>69367050
69367009
At this point Witold re-joins you. “Heli’s here in 20.”
You nod. “Tell Amalia to prepare something quick to eat. Oh, and that includes you too. Get something.”
Witold nods and rushes off.
You turn back to the two anthro girls “Any way to track police movements?”
“They all have locators. As do all the vehicles.” Gete says. “Shouldn’t be hard.”
“Can you do that?” You ask.
“Not until…” She says. “Tomorrow begins the breaking, then a week more of it. Then two days of…” A bit more mental calculus goes on in her head “Two weeks if the celebrations go smoothly.”
“Two weeks!” You say. “What kinds of celebrations go on for two weeks!?”
“A lot of money, alcohol, orgies, drugs and sex go into them.” Gete says.
“And rape.” Sanna adds, earning herself another glare.
“Of slaves.” Gete says.
“So, why’s the administration down?” You ask.
“Because we’re drafted into the police for those two weeks.” Gete says.
You nod. “Well, this has been useful.”
Witold arrives and informs you Amalia has a meal prepared. In a bit, the two of you hurriedly sit to eat, then re-stock the backpacks before heading off to the heli that just arrived. A long ride later, you are arriving back at the police helipad (without the authoization to land), waving off the pair of rushing policemen and are heading for the spaceport. A quick questioning reveals to you that you’re a few minutes too late and that the next ship leaving is in three hours. Cursing your timing, you, with Witold close behind, set off to the one place around that you know of in Firstport. The Red German sausage.
Anonymous Sun 22 Sep 2024 09:27:44 No.69367050 Report
Quoted By: >>69367393
69367027
This time, the scene is much livelier. The bar that you had only witnessed empty was now full. A mixture of offworlders and locals filling it up, a orgy in the corner centered on a lizardgirl, more staff than you’ve seen previously and a long mob around the feline encased in latex stuck under the bar. Approaching the bar straight up, you see the other customers give you a wide birth, either out of respect or fear, including the mob around the latex feline partially dispersing.
What Witold had done to Zulfe and what the two of you had done to Aralu couldn’t even compare to what had been done to that poor feline. Completely ravaged by hundreds of customers, a stench of urine and semen so strong you almost feel like gagging. You see a bison walk up to him, then press on a cylinder where the feline’s member would’ve been. The feline starts jerking and twisting within the limits of his tight leather and latex confines, until the bison enters his cavernously gaped behind. Then he starts twisting even more.
Then you catch the nametag under his collar. “Aarc Mbou”.
“A beer please.” You call the Zeraora bartender.
“Coming right up.”
Wait for your flight
Look for a more silent establishment
Write-in
Anonymous Sun 22 Sep 2024 20:20:00 No.69380093 Report
Quoted By: >>69380491 >>69406404
“Witold.” You say. “I think this is Marc Abou.”
Witold nods.
“Go check other bars and cafes nearby. We might find the rest of the family.”
He nods and heads off. You turn to the Zeraora “Where’s your boss?”
“I can call him if it’s important.” The bartender says as he hands you the beer.
“Police investigation.” You say. The baretender pulls out a phone and exchanges a few words.
“He’ll be here soon.” He says. You sip your beer and watch a rhino approach Marc.
Eventually, the boss arrives. A masculine middle aged golden retriever dressed in a tshirt and short shorts. He extends his hand to greet you. “Johan.”
You grab his hand and shake it “Anon.”
“How can I help you officer Anon?”
You point to Marc, just as a rhino finishes and a dragon-lizard walks in.
“Where did you get him?” You ask.
“I got it from an offworlder. A lopunny female. Named Rose Alexia. Young, can’t have been more than 30.” He says.
A “fuck” echoes in your mind. “When and for how much?”
He rubs his neck. “Maybe 2 weeks ago. I can’t place it. As for the price, he was pretty cheap.”
“How did the sale look like?” You ask.
“The lopunny came up to me in here with him in a bag and offered him. When I paid for, she ‘installed’ him in place.”
You nod. “I’ll pick him up later.” You say.
“When?” He asks.
“In a bit.”
“In two weeks the soonest.”
“Why not tonight for an example?” You ask.
“Because I signed a contract with the human government to be involved in this holiday. I paid for Aarc and he’s staying there until the holiday’s gone unless you can provide a male slave before midnight.”
You think about heading back to the mansion and picking up Sergio, then you think about ordering Sergio to take a heli, then realize that wouldn’t fit in the timeframe either.
“Can’t you get other slaves?” You ask.
“He shakes his head. Anyone who could got the contract aswell.”
“And what happens if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain?”
“Slavery, at least.” He says.
“Don’t remove him from here.” You say.
Anonymous Sun 22 Sep 2024 20:31:56 No.69380491 Report
Quoted By: >>69381701 >>69382228 >>69382500
69380093
“I won’t, he’s staying here for at least two weeks.”
You think a bit about what to do when Witold re-enters the room, breathing hard, obviously from running, and approaches you two.
"Seventeen lizards, two cats, neither panthers, four dogs, two rats, five birds, a asari, a quarian, two turians, a sanghili, a lopunny - male, a dragon and 8 hybrids."
You think a bit before heading off to the space station to head off to get the panther female.
Let Marc Abou stay there for the two weeks
Order Witold to replace Marc Abou
Ask him if he'd volunteer for it
Something else (Write in)
Anonymous Mon 23 Sep 2024 05:50:40 No.69395652 Report
Quoted By: >>69395671 >>69406404
“Can’t you just get any lizard from the countryside?” You ask.
“Has to be an offworlder, a slave and a male.” The retriever says.
“Why?”
“Because when the first slave rebellion broke out, a mixture of human and nonhuman soldiers and the local militia broke them. Then, the last prisoner, a catboy, was gangbanged by them. The whole event symboizes that.” He says. “Or, rather, the contract demands that.”
‘So that disqualifies everyone but Sergio and Witold in my service.’ You think. “Why before midnight?”
“We place the trackers around their necks then. If we fail to or remove them, we’re going to be wearing them for the rest of our lives.”
You sigh.
“Make sure he doesn’t leave this establishment.” You tell the golden retriever, he nods and then you and Witold walk towards the spaceport, where, much to your irritation, you find the ship heading out to be a small 2 man lizardcraft. You try a number of configurations but find that Witold’s completely incapable of fitting in, so you send him back to the bar with money as you and the lizard pilot head off.
Your arrival is a scene of surprise, as you find one of the military units you served with on board. A pack of dinosaurs, primarily T-rexes, allosauruses and similar. And more interestingly, you find their participation prize. A group of units of asari commandos who severely bloodied them on a number of occassions, reducing the dinosaurs original strenght of 4000 down to some 1200. Needless to say, the dinosaurs are making it up to the asari in the streets. The first sight you see when you exit is, on the very docks, 4 gangbangs each including 3 dinos, all at least some 4 meters tall, and 1 asari between them, grunting, choking, crying and begging with a dino inside her mouth.
Anonymous Mon 23 Sep 2024 05:51:40 No.69395671 Report
Quoted By: >>69396460 >>69398625 >>69399572 >>69404561 >>69404997 >>69406404
69395652
You quickly move past the dinos and find your way to the bar, where you find a scene of most of the lizardmen (absolutely terrified and shaking with fear) huddling on their knees around a few dinos and licking and sucking them off. As you enter further into the room, you find a uncouncious lizardman laying ass up, obviously having been raped. Further in, you find the ratboy, tied up on a table and completely immobilized, in much the same state as many of the asari and the one lizardman.
Then the cowgirl runs to you and throws herself around your waist. “Sir, you’re back!” Her clothes are torn. You look up and see a dinosaur, a T-rex standing there, confused, erect and looking at the cowgirl. “Please, do something, they’re going to rape me.” She says.
Write-in how you difuse the situation (or not, you don’t have to do anything)
You glance at the clock. 11:41. If you’ve changed your mind about having Witold take Marc’s place, soon is the last chance to change it.
As soon as you can call Witold and tell him to take Marc’s place. Marc is a invaluable witness after all and you really shouldn’t wait for 2 weeks to make any more progress on the investigation
Tell Witold he’s free to volunteer for the place if he thinks it’ll help you
No, you already made your choice
Anonymous Mon 23 Sep 2024 19:12:04 No.69407962 Report
Quoted By: >>69407997
69406404
so that male slave they're using gets put in a bitch suit and permanently mounted to the bar to be abused until he dies from lack of food and exhaustion?
No, of course not, they're taken care off by the bar staff.
69407056
Who says we can set him free?
You can always arrange things, award exemplary efforts and such.
You, surprising yourself with your own confidence, slap the dinosaur and snap into the role of an officer. “Soldier I’m going to kick the shit out of you!” You yell at the dinosaurus twice your height.
A second of confusion later, the t-rex straightens himself. The few other dinos in the room stop doing whatever they are doing and turn towards you. You’re not sure if you’re going to get mauled. A moment later, the dino speaks, breaking the tension. “I apologize sir.” He says.
You spot a few dinos in the periphery trying to shuffle away from you and into the side alleys. A stern glance gets them to stop. “Should I file a complaint against you for harassing civilians? Where is your commanding officer?!” You yell.
Before you can finish a sentence, you feel like you’re going to die as the closest dinosaur lunges at you. Your heart stops for a moment until you see the dino throws himself at your feet and hugs your ankles with his massive arms and starts both begging you not to and licking your shoes inbetween horrified pleads.
You notice the other few dinos aren’t indifferent either. Two of them even wet themselves in fear.
You turn to the cowgirl. “Say, where is the panther?”
“In the same room you stayed in, but it’s occupied, a human officer is in.” She replies.
You nod and head to it, her in tow. As the dinos spot where you’re heading in, the pleading intensifies, dinos bend over and present their rear to you, spreading it, one even promises his first son and daughter to you if you do not report him, all of them promise you their asari slaves, one begs you to whip them instead of reporting them.
Anonymous Mon 23 Sep 2024 19:13:06 No.69407997 Report
Quoted By: >>69408182 >>69408384
69407962
You ignore them for now, approaching the door and ringing the doorbell. A few moments later a semi familiar voice replies “Yes?”
“Police.” You reply plainly.
“Can I have a minute to dress up?” The voice says again.
“Sure.” You say. A few minutes later, the door opens and to your surprise, a man you recognize, stands in front of you.
“Anon?” He asks.
“Oliver?” You reply almost simeltaniously.
“What’re you doing here?” You ask.
“Got promoted when I chose to stay on for another campaign.” Your friend replies, inviting you into the room.
You step in, followed by the cowgirl. “Yeah, you were good at war. I see you got a unique formation.”
Oliver nods, walking back past the panther you came here for. “They’re experimenting with drugs on them. Extra aggressive troops or something. Had to have them all implanted with sub-dermal pain chips.” He says as he seats himself on a couch. “Take a seat. So since when are you a cop?”
“Got drafted a few days ago.” You say.
“And can I help you in any way?” Oliver says.
“Yeah, I need her.” You say pointing at the panther.
“Why? She do any crimes recently? You gotta punish her some more?” Oliver says chuckling.
“Yeah, I think she…” You say, see Oliver pointing at the cowgirl, then you motion for her to go outside. A moment later you continue. “didn’t do anything and was framed.”
You see Oliver’s face grim a bit. “Well that’s fucked.”
You nod. “Now if only I could get her out of this mess.” You say as you lean forwards and motion at the headbinder.
“Tough luck.” He says. “That’s gonna be a hard thing to get her out of, nothing short of specialized industrial machinery’s gonna do it.”
“Well, I’m going to take her with me anyways.” You say.
He nods. At this moment, something flashes in your mind. Pulling a phone out, you call Witold “Hey! You say. I’m leaving this up to you, if you think it’s worth it, you can take Marc’s place.”
You hear a very resigned sigh. “Yes boss.” A moment later, the call ends.
Anonymous Mon 23 Sep 2024 19:19:41 No.69408182 Report
Quoted By: >>69408888 >>69410071 >>69425007 >>69425554
69407997
A moment later, you lean over and call in the cowgirl. “Tell me about how you acquired her.”
“An internet offer.” The cowgirl says. “She was going for very cheap.” A moment later she presents you something akin to a online store page with a seller with a name that’s a random sequence of letters and numbers. Clicking on it, you find no other offers. It seems to have been a profile made for this sale specifically.
You nod at her. “Thank you.” With that you grab the panthergirl and lift her over your shoulder. A moment later you head for the doorway.
“See you Oliver.” You say.
“See you Anon. Tell me if you need anything.” He says as he wraps his arm around the cowgirls wrist.
You think about anything else to do before you leave for the planet and the bar.
The first thought is about the dinosaurs:
The soldiers outside were undisciplined
Keep your mouth shut
Something else
Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 11:44:12 No.69428214 Report
Quoted By: >>69428223
“Oh and just so you’re aware, your soldiers are out of control ourside.” You say.
“Just the Asari or?” Oliver asks.
“The cowgirl and the rest of the patrons too.” You say.
Oliver sighs. “I’ll teach them a lession in a bit.” He says as he slaps the cowgirls ass. You nod and head towards the docks, where you spend some time asking the dockworkers (the ones not being raped by the dinos or hiding from them by huddling around you about the next ship to depart. Twelve hours is the first number you hear heading towards Firstport. You soon enough see Oliver, dressed in his uniform ordering dinosaurs around. Soon enough, you see a dozen of them, probably the troublemakers, are all forced into bitchsuits, much like the ones for Sergio and tied to a number of positions in the station. A few in the bar itself, a few in the port and a few through the station. The orgy mood for the dino troops is ruined and the station descends into a eerie silence as the asari and the dinos return to the army ship. You find a nice corner on the spaceport and catch a nap, trusting a lizardman to alert you.
Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 11:45:13 No.69428223 Report
Quoted By: >>69428236
69428214
Eventually, the ship arrives, you are awoken and you and Anyi land in Firstport and head towards the bar. Firstport is in a extremely festive mood, a remarkable transformation. Drinks are handed out, food, fireworks, music, crowds so thick they fail to part for you and instead carry you off with them. Taking way longer than you should, you eventually make your way to the bar where you left Witold. Now, however, he is the center of attention, suspended from where a chandelier formerl hung from, now with a lizard taking him from the front and a dragon from the rear. There is already a sizable pool of ‘liquid’ below where Witold hangs. A number of belts, dildoes, whips and markers are laid out on the bar alongside drinks and drugs. You barely push your way through the thick, chanting, drugged crowd pressed in the bar. Eventually, you make your way to the bartender and ask him where Marc is. He waves you behind the bar and leads you into a backroom, where you find Marc, still in the full body latex suit.
“You didn’t remove it?” You ask him.
The Zeraora shrugs. “Johan said to not touch him until you said so.”
You shake your head “Scissors? Knife?”
The Zeraora rummages through the shelves and hands you scissors.
Pinching around the latex, until you eventually manage to get it, you cut it and very quickly liberate Marc from it. You’re unfortunately surprised to find that, while it is a panther male, he has a ring gag and a ergonomic metal blindfold much like his mother and unlike his mother, a inverted chastity cage.
“Fuck.” You say.
“Something wrong?”
“Can’t remove these.” You say tapping the gag and blindfold.
“Were you hoping to ask him things?” The Zeraora asks.
“Yeah.”
“Well he can still write, no?”
You nod, the idea having escaped you completely. “Good thinking.”
“Thank you sir. You’re just gonna have to wait a bit until he gets the drugs out of his system.”
Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 11:46:14 No.69428236 Report
Quoted By: >>69428929 >>69430666 >>69436002 >>69436197 >>69438520
69428223
“Call a heli for me.” You tell him. A few minutes later, when he tells you where the heli is to land, you head for it, load up Anyi and Marc and set back off to your mansion to, if nothing else, get them back. A long ride later, you see Marc start to stir more and at one point, start to touch around. “Calm down back there.” You tell him and watch him immediately stop moving around.
After you land, you escort him and carry Anyi back to the mansion, where Sanna orders Fikra to tend to them, before handing you a letter. “I found this on my desk.”
You nod and tear it open immediately. Sanna turns around to not see it while you start reading it.
‘Dear Anon,
I apologize for my violent outburst. I await my well deserved punishment in your bedroom and I beg of you to do whatever you deem necessary to me for me to earn unlocking from my chastity cage.
-Tamrat.’
You fold the paper and shove it down your pocket then head towards the bedroom, Sanna choosing to follow behind you.
As you enter it, you find Tamrat in Sergio’s bitchsuit tied to a bed’s leg. You shake your head.
“Anything from Aralu?” You ask.
“No. I’ve had Zulfe whipping her paws, nipple and groin since you left. Even tried putting alcohol on it to sterilize the wound.” Sanna says.
“And?” You asked.
“She cried a bit, but then calmed down. When I asked her if she’ll speak she told me to go fuck myself. So I put the alcohol on all the other whipmarks and asked her again.”
“And?”
“She told me I can switch to a stronger whip because she’s not gona crack under this one.”
“And the urine?”
“She doesn’t care about it.”
You shake your head as you think about what to do:
About Tamrat:
Write-in
About Aralu:
Write-in
What to ask Marc:
Write-in
And finally, if you have other ideas:
Write-in
Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 21:12:20 No.69439415 Report
Quoted By: >>69439448
“Tell Sergio he can fuck him as he wishes. And tell the same to Witold when he gets back.” You say giving Tamrats thigh a soft kick. A moment later, you switch your attention “You got any chilli?” You ask Sanna.
“I got pepper spray.” She says.
“Even better.” You say.
“For Aralu?”
You nod and the two of you start to split up, but you stop Sanna “Is there anyone who Aralu hasn’t interacted with to the point where they might be able to pass as a lobotomite?
Sanna thinks a bit “No.”
“Dang it.” You curse. You two split up and a few minutes later, you re-convene with her at the toilet. Entering it, you remove Aralu’s gag and funnel and ask her “Why won’t you just talk?”
She looks at you, tears from previous discomforts still in her eyes.
“Alright, who are you protecting? Yourself or someone else?”
She shakes her head.
“Just gonna stay silent?”
She nods.
“Can you keep going forever?” You ask her, but don’t wait for her answer “Because your silence won’t gain you much. I have other leads. Anyi. Marc. I got both of them. And I’ll get them out of your suit. But you’ll keep suffering until you speak.”
“Get on with it.” Aralu says.
You sigh, then re-insert the gag into her mouth and motion Sanna forwards. She takes the pepper spray and sprays it on Aralu’s foot, red from whipping. Immediately, Aralu starts contorting, twisting and howling, tears welling up.
“You gonna speak.” You say as you remove her gag a few moments later.
“No, come on. Spray me with it. I know that’s coming up next.” She says through tears. You’re genuinely impressed.
Sanna goes on, the other foot, the nipples, the groin and finally, taking a pair of dildoes, she sprays them over and inserts them into Aralu.
You don’t stay to listen to her. You instead head off to Marc and Anyi, both of whom are in a guest room, Anyi still in her minimaist bitchsuit, Marc laying on his stomach, still as blind and gagged as previously, tho you notice he is holding his asscheeks apart and his legs spread.
Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 21:13:21 No.69439448 Report
Quoted By: >>69439489
69439415
“Marc.” You call to him and he immediately raises his head. “I’m going to give you a pen and a notebook. You’re going to help me with an investigation.”
He nods and carefully reaches out with grasping hands. When he grabs the pen and notebook, he immediately writes on it ‘yes sir’.
“First confirm you are Marc Abou.”
He scribbles ‘I am’. His writing is atrocious, but you can’t expect better from him, being blind, drugged and sore. And shifting uncomfortably.
“Let’s start with when and where you got kidnapped.”
‘in front of home - morning - me mom max um bello – police’ he writes quickly, then releases a pained moan
“When did you get separated from your family.”
‘don’t know bag put over head and mouth gag immediately’ he says hands shaking and note a scribbled mess
“Are you okay?”
‘ass hurts’ he scribbles and immediately drops the notebook and pen and spreads his cheeks apart. You motion Sanna to look at it, she walks behind, tactfully avoids touching Anyi and leans behind Marc. “Insides of asscheeks are completely chafed.” She says.
“Cure?” You ask.
“Cream and I guess holding them apart helps.” Sanna says.
“Then hold them apart. Get the cream when we’re done.” You order her, then watch her as she gets on the bed and places her hands on Marc’s cheeks, holding them apart.
Marc scribbles ‘thank you sir’
“Do you know where the others were sent to?”
‘no blind and noone spoke’
“Do you remember any names?”
‘no police didn’t speak about that’
“Any suspects?”
‘no’
“Sounds? Smells?”
‘first very slient later lots of chatter smelled like sweat and piss’
Sanna says “Probably the prison.”
You nod.
“Any way of contacting your father?”
‘phone’
“And if he doesn’t respond?”
‘then hes dead’
You nod. “Thanks.” Then you turn to Sanna “I’ll get someone else to get the cream.” Leaving her alone. After a few minutes, you stumble upon Sergio and instruct him on the cream and replacing Sanna.
Anonymous Tue 24 Sep 2024 21:15:05 No.69439489 Report
Quoted By: >>69442058 >>69442386 >>69447314 >>69450439 >>69450790 >>69455065
69439448
A few minutes later, you re-enter the toilet with Aralu, seeing her teary and pained face and remove the gag. “You gonna speak now?”
She shakes her head.
“Alright. You’re going to be on a empty stomach for a 24 hours. Then we’re gonna lobotomize you.” You say, moving to return the gag and funnel. To your surprise, she doesn’t react immediately. However, when you turn to exit, you hear worried cries, turn around and look at her nervously trying to beg with a gag and a funnel in her mouth. Taking them out again you hear her speaking “I’ll speak!”
“Go on.”
“Anke told me!” She says plainly “Anke told me to arrange the nabbing of Leke’s family, but told me to not touch him! She told me to get rid of them, sell them wherever, but to make sure they never get back to him and that he never finds them!”
“And where did you send them to?” You ask.
“I gifted them to the first few random spacers I found. I don’t know where they went off to from there!”
“Do you know who they are?”
“I could track them! I swear, I just need my notes, some cash, a computer and a phone and I could get them back!”
“And could you get them out of the suits?”
“That would require specialized machines. They have them in prison, I could arrange that too! As soon as the festival is done!”
You nod.
What to do with Aralu:
keep her in here
have her find the rest of the family, then return her here
have her find the rest of the family, then free her
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Anonymous Wed 25 Sep 2024 13:14:47 No.69456314 Report
Quoted By: >>69456336
“Why did Anke tell you to nap the Abou’s?” You ask.
Aralu shrugs.
“I’ll see what I’ll do with you later,” You say, “but you’ll find the Abou’s.”
“Yessir.” Aralu says.
You turn and leave, find Sanna waiting for you and ask her for a phone. You ring up Oliver. “Hey, can you get those punished dino’s sent to me?”
“You need muscle?” Oliver asks.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll send you a different bunch. Those wouldn’t be of use to you. They probably blame you for their position. And besides, I already sold them.”
“Alright, thanks.”
You tell Oliver your location and a few moments later he says “Some 19 hours until they’re there.”
“Thanks again.” You tell him before you end the call.
With that you hand the phone to Sanna and realizing you really don’t have much to do until the dino’s arrive, go off to find Ubalnu, who is currently digging a ditch. You inform Naqa you’ll be borrowing her worker for a while and head off to walk with her. A bit later, you find a nice lake and decide to enjoy Ubalnu’s company. A few hours later, the two of you head to eat, then playfight at the lake. The day passes in pleasure, during the night the two of you share the bed and the next morning you decide to prepare yourself a bit better for the arrival of the dinos, pulling out your uniform.
Eventually a small fleet of helicopters arrived and the dinos disembarked. A trio of ceratosauruses and a lone alosaurus. All of them towering over you but none of them even being able to dream of reaching t-rexes you’ve seen. And maybe a bit frustratingly, each of them had a asari slave with them.
Anonymous Wed 25 Sep 2024 13:15:48 No.69456336 Report
Quoted By: >>69456355 >>69461766
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The dinos salute you, introduce themselves and state they’re ready for duty. You nod, see that you won’t be able to fit with into any of the helis and already itching to get moving, you instruct the alosaurus that he is to oversee and watch over Aralu that Sanna will put to work. You also, after a second of thinking, order him that he is to obey her orders. Then you order them all to leave their asari here and to get back on the helicopters, while you take one for yourself and head towards Anke’s home, tossing in the backpack with your own food and water into the heli. A long ride later, you and the three dinos are there. Taking one of them with you and sending the other two ahead with precise instructions, you flip the coin and get the route with a homestead. You set off, soon enough realize you’re only slowing down the dino and then have him carry you on his shoulders. The trip is boring, uneventful and only interrupted by regular checkups until you arrive at the house of the lizardmen. The dinosaurus sets you down and you head to the door, knock on it, find a young naked lizardman open the door, then get surprised by you, then a bit afraid of the dino soldier in full combat armour.
“Have you seen Anke?” You ask.
“Who are you?”
You show that you’re with the police.
“She told me to not let anyone in.” The lizard says, obviosuly more worried about you and the dino than about Anke and Leke.
“She’s inside?” You ask.
“Yeah, come in. If you can.” He says, nervously.
You nod and motion for the dino to wait outside. In the bedroom you find a very interesting scene. Anke tied naked and bent over a table with Leke going at her.
“Who the fuck are you?!” Leke asks, reaching for something. You instinctively dive to the side, your reflexes still sharp and suspecting a pistol or some other weapon. At that moment, a shot rings outside, the lone window in the room shatters and something hits Leke in the chest. Anke starts screaming.
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Anonymous Wed 25 Sep 2024 13:17:33 No.69456355 Report
Quoted By: >>69458190 >>69458447 >>69459382 >>69459863
69456336
“Shit!” You say, collecting yourself.
“You okay sir?” The dino soldier outside asks.
“You killed him!” You shout, not sure whether angry or thankful or surprised.
“Rubber bullet.” The dino says.
You exhale and see that the lizardman behind you has piss himself
You think a bit about the things around you and very quickly think that you should do something about Anke, Leke and the lizardman in the house.
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Anonymous Thu 26 Sep 2024 10:57:08 No.69480075 Report
Quoted By: >>69480084
“You!” You say to the lizardman. “Outside! Now!”
The lizardman obeys and hurries outside, arms above his head. The dino soldier orders him to face the wall. You heft Abou onto your shoulder and carry him outside, handing him to the dino, who uses a pair of zipties on him, one for the ankles, a differet one for the wrists.
Then you start rummaging through the items to which Leke tried going for. A bag containing a knife, a tranq gun, a riot gun, a teaser, a carbine loaded with rubber bullets. No lethal ranged weapon. You toss the bag to the dino through the window.
“So, back to you,” You say as you crouch down next to Anke.
“Who are you?! What do you want?!” She asks, horrified.
“The police.” You say. “Better start speaking.”
“About what?” Anke says, confused.
You tilt your head. She mimics your motion the best she can while still bound. “Your brother?” You say.
“Yeah, what about him? He got you to do this?”
You tilt your head.
“You know, it’s not just me who does it with anthros. He sleeps with plenty of them aswell.”
You shake your head. “He’s dead.”
“Good joke.” She says, twists her head to face you, then her expression tightens. “You’re serious?” A few moments later she speaks “What, how?”
You believe her. “Knife through the neck. And I’m interested in how much you had to do with it.”
“Nothing!” She says, her eyes once again tearing up.
“Why was Leke here?”
“He was… looking to get his mind off his family. They went missing.” Anke says.
“And you had nothing to do with it?” You ask.
Anke shakes her head.
“You sure?”
She nods.
“So why did Aralu say you ordered her to get rid of them?”
Ankes eyes widen.
“You know, she endured a lot.” You look at Anke. She’s a very attractive woman, but definetly doesn’t look tough. “More than you could.”
“You-“ She says, then cuts herself off.
“Come on, I don’t enjoy torture. Don’t make me do it.”
Her already light face turns pale. “I… did it.”
“Arranged for Leke’s family to go missing?” You ask.
She nods.
Anonymous Thu 26 Sep 2024 10:58:11 No.69480084 Report
Quoted By: >>69480456 >>69482049 >>69482450
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“Why? To get Aldert alone?”
“No! I’d never do something like that!”
“So why did you do it?”
“I wanted Leke.” She says.
‘What a fucking family.’ You think to yourself, then stuff a rag into Anke’s mouth and tape it in while you go outside. Seeing Leke’s still out, you decide to quickly question the lizard.
“What’s your relation to these people?”
“They barged into my home and told me to be their servant and that they’ll pay me well. That’s all!”
“Any odd orders?” You ask.
“No.” The lizard says, then immediately changes his mind “Well, yes. The human slipped me a note and a box.”
“Show it.”
The lizard leads you to the attic of his room and shows you a jammer. “The note said how to turn it on, where to put it and to hide it all.”
You nod, lead him back outside and wait for Leke to get up.
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Anonymous Fri 27 Sep 2024 06:29:49 No.69503862 Report
Quoted By: >>69503876
Seeing that Leke is still out, you decide to go back to Anke, silently crying, still naked, bent over a table and tied to it. “So, how long have the two of you known eachother.” You ask Anke as you survey the room again.
“Ever since Aldert finished his service.” She says.
You notice a stack of neatly folded clothes and start rummaging through it. “And what was Leke’s relation to you?”
“He’d pretend to not see me.” Anke says.
‘Bingo!’ you think as you find something in Leke’s jeans pockets. “Why?” You ask her.
“He had a happy family. Didn’t need me in his life.” Anke says.
You’re finding a wallet, a keychain and a phone. “And you destroyed it?”
Anke nods. “Then drugged him. Viagra, aphrodisiacs.”
You keep rummaging through the pockets.
“Leke’s waking up!” you hear the dino shouting from the outside. You get up to stuff Anke’s mouth with a rag and tape it back shut, but you notice she’s opening her mouth for the rag. She’s fully cooperating. For a moment you think about freeing her but decide against it.
Exiting the house, you go past the trembling lizardboy, naked, standing facing the wall, his hands raised and pressed against the wall, then past the dino soldier leaning against the wall and find yourself facing a scowling panther.
Leke’s huge for his species, muscled, very well built and endowed. No wonder anthro girls were interested in him, but you expected better of Anke. And he would have been more intimidating if he wasn’t on the floor, now hogtied and with a eretion.
“Fuck you.” He tells you.
“Calm down Romeo.” You tell him as you squat in front of him. “I’m with the police and I’m here to ask a few questions.”
He tries to spit at you but only manages to spit on the ground.
“Will you answer my questions?” You ask.
“I’ll fuck you up!” He says.
“Can you tell me about your family?”
He seems to grow more agitated and bares his fangs at you. If he wasn’t hogtied with his erection poking into the dirt, you’d be more afraid.
“Nothing?” You ask.
He doesn’t react.
Anonymous Fri 27 Sep 2024 06:30:51 No.69503876 Report
Quoted By: >>69503997 >>69505413 >>69505841 >>69506205
69503862
You turn around “Lizard, turn the jammer off, then return to the wall.” The lizard does as ordered. When he returns, your brain clicks on and you call for the other two dinos to get to you and call Sanna, ordering her to get a photo of the two of Abou’s family members you recovered. When she sends you the photo, you show it to Abou.
He seems to tear up a bit, then tries to go back to his vindictive persona, but fails and proceeds to tear up some more. “What more do you want?” He asks you. “You took my family, didn’t you?”
You slap him. “I’m here to find out …” You think a bit. “That’s not important now. I need you to answer a number of questions from me.”
Leke looks at you.
“Has Anke ever displayed interest in you?”
“Yes.” Leke says.
“Sexual?” You ask.
He nods.
“Of what kind?” You ask.
“Obvious.” Leke answers.
You nod. “Why do you have so many weapons with you?”
“I’m a professional bodyguard. I’m expected to have them. I’m expected to protect people I’m with.”
‘Obvious answer.’ You think to yourself. “What do you know about the happenings in Aldert’s home since you left?”
Leke shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“I haven’t kept in touch on purpose.” He says.
“Are you aware of Aldert’s death?” You ask him.
He shakes his head, then lowers it down to the floor. You’re not sure if it’s shame, defeat or disbelief. Either him and Anke are great actors or genuine.
“Who got him?” Leke asks after a sold minute of silence.
“That’s why I’m here. To find out.”
Leke shakes his head.
At this point, you hear running, the dino motions for you to get down and aims his rifle. Luckily, it’s the two other dino soldiers arriving. “Everyone’s here boss.” The dino who knocked Leke down says.
You think a bit about wrapping this up.
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Anonymous Fri 27 Sep 2024 17:45:11 No.69513739 Report
Quoted By: >>69513769 >>69514775
Reaching for Leke’s phone, you check it. Now with the connection back on, you receive a message about some three dozen missed calls (from Witolds phone number). Before that, plenty of calls to Anke, a couple to Aldert and a few hundred to his wife and kids. Before that, a pretty normal call list.
“Lizard.” You call. “You’re free.”
“Thank you sir.” He says and gets back to his home.
“Oh and.” You say. “Call the police about the broken window or something.”
With that, you and the three dinos set off with Anke and Leke. Upon arriving to Anke’s home, you get the two dinos to stay there with instructions to not let Anke and Aralu communicate and to watch out for Aria, then you and Leke and the dino who floored Leke set back to Aldert’s mansion. Upon arriving there, you see Sanna and Gete are interested in seeing you, but you wave them off for a while at least and head with Leke to the room in which you hold Marc and Anyi. Seeing Fikra is still there, you tell her to leave and let Leke in. He very quickly breaks down. You feel uncomfortable enough that you leave the room.
“If they need anything, help them.” You say to Fikra. She stays in front of the room.
Then you proceed to look for Sanna or Gete, to see what they wanted from you. The first one that finds you is Sanna. The quarian hands you a paper. “Read.” She says.
The paper details Aldert’s will. The property goes to his sister, as expected, but a long list of gifts are listed underneath, including massive monetary gifts for Tamrat, Khoshe, Sanna, Leke and Fikra, freedom and a considerable gift for Ubalnu and considerable gifts for Amalia and Naqa. Noticeable is the fact Witold and Sergio remain with the property to be inherited by Anke.
“You wanted a will.” Sanna says. “Here it is. Got it from his PC.”
You nod “Thank you.”
She nods back to you and leaves. As you head to look for Gete, you hear a voice calling for you.
“Anon!” It’s Leke.
“Yes?” You say turning around.
Leke gives you a teary hug.
Anonymous Fri 27 Sep 2024 17:46:12 No.69513769 Report
Quoted By: >>69513795 >>69515289 >>69529492
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You feel quite uncomfortable, especially with his member poking at your stomach. Luckily, the hug is a brief one.
“Thank you for reuniting me with my wife and son.” He says. “It’s something. And it means a lot to me.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get the rest of them back aswell. I have people working on it.”
“Yeah, but… I probably won’t be there for it.” Leke says, shifting his gaze away.
“Why?” You ask.
“Well, it was my responsibility to make sure this doesn’t happen.” He says. “And I fucked up. Bigtime.”
“So?” You ask. “You weren’t at work then.”
“I don’t have a dismissal from Aldert. Nor a recording.”
“But he did tell you to?”
“Is that gonna hold up in court?” Aldert asks sadly. You both know it’s not.
“So, what’s gonna happen?” You ask.
“For me, firing squad. My kids? A snip, then back to where you’re getting them back from. Wife? Just shipped back.” He says, trying to act tough. “But thanks for letting me see them once more.”
You’re quite unnerved by this.
“I’m back to my family for now.” Leke says and leaves.
As you’re walking through the hallways, thinking about what just happened, Gete stumbles upon you. She too looks quite unnerved.
“Sir, can we talk in private?” She says.
You nod, look around, see a unused guest room and enter into it.
“I haven’t seen my husband in a while.” She begins, concern obvious in her voice.
“Your husband is-“ You begin, somewhat angrily.
“In big trouble?” Gete asks, very anxiously. “Can I help get him out of it?”
“No, he’s-“ you begin ‘in a bitchsuit he put himself into.’ You mean to say, but are again interrupted by Gete.
“Please!” If you weren’t in a isolated room, everyone would be coming here to see what happened.
Gete is down on her knees, wrapping her arms around your thighs.
“Woman, get-.”
“I’ll do anything.” Gete says, cutting a tear into the front of her dress with a single draw of her claw.
Anonymous Fri 27 Sep 2024 17:47:16 No.69513795 Report
Quoted By: >>69514970 >>69515134 >>69515846 >>69521886
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‘How did we get here?’ You think to yourself as you see Gete pulling your pants down, begging you to let her earn her husbands innocence.
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[Note from the compiler: these last three were reposted at the start of the next thread.]
Anonymous Sat 28 Sep 2024 11:40:18 No.69535513 Report
Quoted By: >>69535521
Something clicks in you. Why not? You grab Gete’s head and shove it down on your member. To say you’re rough with her would be fair. After finishing in her mouth, you tell her to not swallow nor to spit. Then you shove her on her back and spread her legs wide. Then you enter her, roughly.
You’re enjoying this, she isn’t. Her mascara is running down her cheeks mixed with her tears. When you finish enjoying her she gets up to her knees and opens her mouth, presenting it. You jerk off in it again. “Swallow.” You tell her and watch her gag and almost vomit, but swallow it all down. You then present your member to her “Lick it dry.”
A few minutes later, you speak again. “Clean yourself.” You tell her as you leave.
Exiting outside, now with some new ideas, you decide to head out and look for people to ask questions. The first you find is Su, sipping on, to your surprise, fruit juice and not alcohol.
“Yes?” He asks.
“Let me check your head.” You say, head behind him and see a bruise and a bit of a cut on the side of his head.
“Anything else?” He asks.
You shake your head and leave.
Then you stumble upon Sanna, after hearing her moans. Somewhat suspecting some sexual act, you nonetheless enter the living room and see Sanna is laying on the couch in the living room, empty except for herself and Sergio, who is standing next to her and giving her back a massage. Sergio immediately stops, then prostrates himself on the floor in front of you. Sanna looks confused for a bit, then gets up as she sees you.
“Yes?” She asks.
“Who knew the contents of the will?” You ask her.
She shrugs. “Can’t say. I only accessed this after going through Aldert’s emails.”
“Is it possible someone else knew of it?” You ask.
“Sure, Aldert could have sent it to them.” Sanna says.
“And he didn’t leave anything to Loreta?” You ask.
“No.”
“Odd?”
“Not necessarily. Maybe he’d have updated his will later on.” Sanna says.
“And why does he hate all his male subordinates?” You ask Sanna.
Anonymous Sat 28 Sep 2024 11:41:19 No.69535521 Report
Quoted By: >>69535533
69535513
“Does he?” She asks. “Sergio’s a deserter, Tamrat’s living the life and Witold is a slave.”
You point at Sergio. “Outside.” He nods and leaves. A few moments later you continue. “Tamrat’s wearing a chastity cage.”
“Yeah, he probably puts it on and takes it off as he wants. Or as Aldert wants.” Sanna says. “I suspect before he goes to fuck Aldert.”
You frown.
“Tamrat gets paid a lot.” Sanna says. “A lot. More than the rest of us combined. I’ve seen the numbers. Did you see his home?”
You shake your head, Sanna shows you a photo on her phone. The house is a big one, with Tamrat, Gete, their kids and about a dozen slaves and servants standing around them. “I see.” You say. “What about Witold?”
“Yeah, Witold… I think Witold’s still paying back the fact he’s straight.” Sanna says. “Back way back when, Witold did something to really piss of Aldert and has been getting the bad end of the bargain since then.”
You nod.
“Still is.” She says giving you a look.
You feel a bid bad for that but give her a stern look. You don’t intend to take shit from a alien.
“I apologize, I’ll keep my comments to myself.” Sanna says.
“That’s better.” You say and leave. The next person you stumble upon is Amalia, lazing around in the garden. “Hey.” You tell her as you walk up to her.
“Sir.” She says, getting up and giving you a slight bow.
“Say, Aldert died from a kitchen knife. Why was there a kitchen knife?”
“Well, uh, I might have accidentally put a kitchen knife on the platter instead of a normal one. I was in a rush to prepare something for him and I had plenty of things on my mind.” She says.
At this point Leke, accompanied by the dino approaches you. “Leke?” You say.
“Can I help in the investigation?” He asks. “No reason to delay it any further.”
“Sure, right ahead.” You say.
As the three of you are heading up, you motion for the dino to stay behind a bit and you ask Leke “Why would your wife and kids get punished for your fuckup?”
Anonymous Sat 28 Sep 2024 11:42:20 No.69535533 Report
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“It’s a principle employed by the humans. Collective punishment. The entire bloodline gets punished for the fuckups if they are serious or big. For a example, if Sergio had kids, they’d be in the same boat as him.” Leke says.
The three of you get up, with you describing the scene, showing images, recordings and snippets of interviews. Eventually Leke just sighs and walks over to the window.
“I think I know what got him.” Leke says.
“What?”
“A seizure.” Leke says. “He had some of them. Stress related. Drinking probably didn’t help either.”
“Do you have any proof?” You ask.
“I saw it a couple of times. As did Tamrat. I think even Sergio did.”
“So whats the scene?” You ask Leke.
“Aldert drinks heavily, argues with Loreta and Su. Stress and alcohol. Gets food delivered to his room, picks up fork and knife, gets a seizure, hits the table and the knife as he falls down. Table breaks and he dies bleeding out.”
“And Su?”
“On the floor, uncouncious.”
“Fikra?”
“Doesn’t see or hear anything, the room is isolated.”
“And assuming this is correct, would yours, Sergios and Tamrats testaments hold up?” You ask.
“The police has a method of drugged hypnosis for verifying testimonies. It’s very expensive, but we should be allowed it, because a human is involved.” Leke says.
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