"Her Breast Intentions"
Part 11: "Cheesed in Petropolis"
by Neoraichu
This story is rated 'M' for Gratuitous Kink. Dudley X 'OC' X Kitty
WARNING: This is a strange tale, so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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As the Petropolis Police hauled away Verminious and the D.O.O.M. Agents (again), the T.U.F.F. Agents gathered to consider ideas on how to find their kidnapped colleague. Dudley, Kitty and Rodentia had returned to the T.U.F.F. Mobile to spitball ideas.
"Bloodhounds!" said Dudley, "We need bloodhounds!"
"They can't search all of Petropolis," replied Kitty, "it's just too big."
"Well how did you find the rental car?" asked Rodentia.
"The Chief tracked a T.U.F.F. Credit Card number," replied Kitty.
"Why don't I have a T.U.F.F. Credit Card?" asked Dudley.
"Because you're credit score is lower than your I.Q. Score," said Kitty, "You can't be trusted with credit."
"Darn it!"
"I'll get my laptop going," said Rodentia, "Call the Chief and get that Credit Card number for me. I can track usage on my own once I get it."
"The Fax line is secure," said Kitty, "I'll have him send it to us that way."
Kitty called the Chief on the radio and had the number in a matter of moments. By then, Rodentia had her lap top up, running and ready to track it. She entered the number and waited for the search results, which returned in a matter of seconds.
"There's one charge for a cappuccino from a Starshmucks Coffee Store," she announced, "and it was purchased yesterday evening. It was after we found the rental car, too."
"That's definitely a lead," said Kitty, "Call up a map of the area around that store and see what's there."
The three of them studied the map until Kitty said, "I know that area. It's pretty depressed and sleazy. There's not much Police presence, and people generally don't ask many questions."
"A good place to hide a kidnapped woman," mused Rodentia.
"T.U.F.F. doesn't keep any safe houses in that area," added Kitty, "so I think he'd have to use a cheap hotel that takes cash and doesn't ask questions. I think address is in the same area that we found the abandoned rental car in, too."
"You're right," agreed Rodentia, "He probably carried Colleen away in a sack or something. I'm afraid he'd have to force Colleen to sleep in some way to make sure she wouldn't make any noise either."
"He used Tranquilizer darts on us before," said Kitty, "He probably has more."
"It would be easier if we knew exactly which T.U.F.F. Agent we were dealing with," said Kitty, "There's just too many to show every picture of New Yorkie T.U.F.F. Agents in the hopes that just one of them were seen here in Petropolis."
"I still think we should get bloodhounds," said Dudley.
"Hmm," mused Kitty, "if we start at the place the abandoned rental car was, the trail should be short enough that we could use bloodhounds."
"Yea!"
"Does the Petropolis Police Department have any?" asked Rodentia, "I know they have them back in New Yorkie."
"We'll just have to call and ask," said Kitty.
...
Rott awoke from his nap and attacked Colleen again. He didn't titty-screw her first this time, but he did maul her nipples again. Her nipples had hardly recovered from the first mauling before he inflicted another upon them.
Vaginal sex (or more accurately rape) was the first and only measure on his schedule this time. He reamed her twice more and blew his wad into her each time. By the time he was done roughly making out with her, her vagina was truly messed up and painful. She wondered if she was feeling her own blood trickling out her vagina and down her backside.
She was also badly in need of a bath, and she really badly needed to relieve herself, but neither was happening. There was no way to know how long it had been since she last went to the potty. With her mouth gagged, she couldn't plead for anything, and he most likely would not be inclined to accommodate her even if she could.
He gloated into her ear that they wouldn't be in the cheap hotel much longer. That he would have another rental car ordered and delivered, and that soon the two of them would be on a private plane back to New Yorkie. He bragged that he knew private plane services whose pilots would not ask any questions about their passengers and cargo.
...
Soon, the Petropolis Police were at the site the rental car was found with a pair of bloodhounds they use to track criminals in hiding. Oddly enough, the Police Officers themselves were floppy-eared dog people. One officer was a man with his sire bloodhound, and the other was a woman with her bitch bloodhound.
"Do you have something personal of the subject?" asked Officer D. Sire. They could tell that was his name from the little name plaque above his shirt pocket.
Kitty produced a pair of black lace panties from her purse while Dudley and Rodentia raised an eyebrow.
"What?" asked Kitty defensively, "I thought it might come in handy later."
"Right..." said Rodentia with a hint of sarcasm.
"Wow," said Dudley, "You're so smart, Kitty."
Kitty simply blushed as she turned it over to be sniffed over by the dogs. The dogs in turn put their noses to the ground and started checking for the scent in question. Shortly, they were both pulling their handlers down the alley.
"I think we have something," said Officer B. Itch. They could tell that was her name from the little name plaque above her shirt pocket.
"All right," said Dudley, "Let's go there!"
"Go where?" asked Kitty.
"You know... where Colleen is... and all..."
...
Rott was in the middle of his third rape of Colleen this day when he heard dogs outside, and coming closer.
"Can't they keep their dogs quiet?" he asked with annoyance.
He dismounted Colleen, grabbed a gun and went over to the window. Looking outside, he cursed, "Dam, it's the cops with bloodhounds. And that stupid lesbian bitch and friends are with them. I promised her that if I ever got my hands on her, her fate would be much worse than yours, Colleen. You know I don't make idle threats.
"Wait, I think it one of them has to be that other stupid lesbian bitch from the New Yorkie Branch... Rodentia, I think. I never liked her, taking our expensive gifts like that and not putting out in return. I though she was suspended over ethics charges.
"The third one looks like a real dopey guy. I don't think he'll be much of a threat."
He looked back at Colleen and said with an evil laugh, "Who knows, there may just be two more passengers on the way back to New Yorkie with you, you stupid lesbian bitch. I better make sure the ole dart gun is loaded with tranquilizers and ready to go as well."
He pulled out the second gun and checked to see if the clip was fully loaded. It was loaded and ready to go.
"There's too many of them to take alive," he said darkly to no one in particular, "so sacrifices will just have to be made..."