ANNOUNCEMENTS:

Okay. So someone has already began to translate my Cinco Storia into Spanish. So if you guys want to read it in that language, or have friends who want to read it in that language, angelsil99 has done us the service of translating my updated chapters. You can find the work on WATTPAD.

I don't know why, but this makes me happy. ^-^


The attendance had been mandatory, but Raoul was not there surprisingly. He did patch in via his Labs' own secure communications' network earlier to report on certain matters pertaining to his scientific work and sent copies of the progress details out. As far as his very presence, however, the Biochemist had not even considered leaving his office despite being summoned by his brethren, urged to make haste. As a matter of fact, he'd excused himself for the rest of the day, stating that he would not wish to be disrupted, informing Iason Mink directly that he was making progress with his share of the projects that he just couldn't leave it be at such a critical stage.

"His engagement with that mongrel has taken up his time. Are we not sensing a pattern?" said Gideon, his usually blithe maliciousness not helping but to jest about the matter. Much like a lot of things, he was amusing himself with this at the price of their absent brother. Some of the other Blondies were as well, at his instigation.

Neu-Jupiter could only smile. So Raoul's finally considered their former discussions; or was it more that his good friend's patience had reached its very limits and simply ran out? He expected him to hold out some more with his treatment of their very feral candidate from Ceres.

Although it was no waste. This outcome was likewise among those feasible that they both agreed upon. He did say to 'try everything', yet still he didn't foresee it to happen this soon.

"Raoul should be perfect for the task, but should we perhaps anticipate him to develop similar symptoms as you did, Iason?" Orpheus chuckled; are his brethren not in the mood for gossip today, once more prying him with this nonsense?

"In my experience," Iason went along with their folly. "Becoming intrigued by a mongrel was not a malady in need of any remedy."

"Of course. Look at what you reaped out of that rebellion which you sowed," said Marcus Jayd. "We have long accepted that this possibility is likewise probable of any of us -of any elite for that matter.

"It just merits further indagation."

Thee top Blondie did tell him that mongrels had that effect. The great emperor Iason Mink shared Jupiter of Old's sentiments even. That elites who are pushed to mix with those from the Slums would only know change and challenge, ones that will pull apart their high egos and test their resolve. There might be a chance Raoul will likewise reach a certain epiphany soon enough.

At least Noch was a fine specimen. Not as beautiful as his Riki, but still among the more beautiful of his kind. And fierce and feisty of spirit that it should pique at his good friend's colder blood.

"I wouldn't recommend its experimentation though," Aisha, in his usual glacial tone, tossed over into the Council's debate.

He was still among those not entirely convinced, remaining in support of the olden ways. Although he no longer opposed Riki and considered him an exception, he remained believing that, spare of Neu-Jupiter, other elites must remain pure of purpose.

Blondies should be Blondies. As pets should be pets.

Yet he knew there was that one possibility, and it pains him to dwell on it. What if Raoul gets caught up in something troublesome? The Biochemist was already investing too much time on that mongrel even as they speak!

If that happened, the resolve of the Council shall once more be put through the fire and, frankly, Aisha does not see how they would survive it.


There was an eerie stillness in almost all areas of the Labs, though in one of its special cells there were the occasional sounds of moaning. Deep, heavy pants every so often breaking the silence alongside whines of pure agony, its appearing to be lone occupant still unaccustomed to so much pain even if it had already been hours since he was subjected to this torture.

He bit down on his gag rather hard, drool seeping out of it, twisting in his bonds as he was kept in that position, legs apart, wrists linked via a long chain to the cold table he was anchored to. He was immobilized by the way his senses had been pushed to feel the strain solely centred upon his groin, all the doing of that wretched jewelry that damned Blondie forced on him.

He couldn't even rub his thighs together as friction only added to the burden. It made him all the more erect. All the more wanting to cum. But once his body attempts to in any way, it simply stops where the cock ring had control over. He'd convulse to no seeming end, only for the process to repeat like some endless and quite ruthless cycle. He was admittedly getting worn out.

All this time, he was being watched over. That Blondie, Raoul Ma, was but close by, taking note of all that is occurring, his steel gaze not evincing even one shred of sympathy. His being must not have any. To Noch, the mongrel he was training, he showed himself to be incapable of mercy.

"Are we finally becoming tired? Your whining is significantly lower," the Biochemist spoke, placing that digital slate he had in hand down, walking over to examine his current project.

Subject 001 had struggled a little less than he had earlier. He appeared exhausted, his ragged breathing emphasized by the steady rise and fall of his chest, sweat sliding over the paleness of his skin. Skin that had been cut through by the binds at the wrists and ankles, Raoul inspected. A good thing this mongrel was no pet to be sent for sale later on. The Blondie could choose to be rough on him as much as necessary.

"You still have not fainted. I must commend your endurance," that hand had slid down Noch's arm from where it was checking those wrists, looking for other places to exploit in the process of breaking this mongrel.

Sensitivity. He knew these things well enough raising the many breeds of playthings they supply to other planets. He has also seen Iason attacking with a certain gusto all of Riki's pleasure endings every time they mate that he was well-versed with the where's and how's on the practical level. Not to mention there was the Sexaroid functions typical of all elites, some of which he can fully put into use, intending on doing everything that was possible in this instance. Until this mongrel succumbs to his will.

"Submit to my intentions and the pain will cease. Otherwise…" it took a simple pinch of a nipple to have his captive arching, craning his neck back. He gave off such a helpless groan and, whenever Raoul tugged at the bud, he'd stutter and moan as well.

It seems this body knows pleasure, but this might be the first time that perhaps it's been pushed like so.

Unsurprising from someone raised in the Slums of Ceres. But he was stubborn. Even if he was already melting so much from this exercise, he was not about to give the Blondie what he wanted.

"Screw...you…" Noch took the effort to spit back when he was freed of the gag, much to Raoul's immediate annoyance.

Definitely a piece of work, this mongrel.

"I see," said the Biochemist and he grabbed straight for the other's crotch. Noch gasped as he felt the tight squeeze, and once more renewed his struggles.

"S-stop! Hurts…" he has definitely become sensitive to even the smallest touch, his face evincing that strong expression of longing, for release, for that long-withheld relief. "I can't...hnngg..."

Raoul chose to be merciless, beginning to stroke his captive's cock now in a pattern he knew the other would further plummet into. He wanted to see who has the last word on the matter. But they both knew that it would be he, exerting full dominance over the mongrel, not about to let go of his control.

"Stop? But your body craves it."

"BASTARD!"

His cursing however died down the more his penis got pumped. He was weakening, sweating profusely that he felt dehydration setting in. How much longer does he have to suffer this way!?

"It hurts...so much…"

Noch clenched his fists and bit his lip, casting his head aside. He looked so pitiable, panting like an animal in heat.

Raoul pushed it. He could sense that the other was close to surrendering.

"I should throw you into a room of starved sex bots. Let them have their way with you. But we'll keep this on," the Blondie paused his stroking and rubbed a thumb at the D-type, resuming once he knew the mongrel got the point. "I want to test your frustrations; see how far your sanity can run."

Noch cried out. He felt a shiver run down his spine, an indication of another climax but that was quickly stifled. It ended by the grip that was the Blondie's and the Pet Ring alike.

"A-aah n-no…"

It was completely relentless, this heat that stayed upon his loins, an undying fever on his body that cycled without bounds. He wanted to be free from it, and wept at the state he'd been pushed into. He pleaded with much shame.

Raoul could taste his victory meanwhile. It should be just a matter of time. Although from the very depths of his being something was being entirely inspired. Admittedly, he was still rather enjoying this torment of the other's delectable body, enough that he'd considered to maybe wait a little longer? Make him writhe a bit more?

"Do you wish me to stop? Are you ready to give up?"

As if he would let the mongrel go if he indeed surrendered at this point.


Re-entry into the atmosphere of Amoï had been tumultuous on account of some storm due West of the continent, but was thankfully unfelt within the cruise transport that Katron had little to worry about. Riki, his charge, had fallen asleep in one of the pod beds in the lounge area. The Furniture had not left his side since, pulling a chair to the left as he swiveled the pod to face the rather enormous windows instead of the interior below. There had been instances that some rich patron of Neu-Jupiter had recognized the Exclusive's face and approached. The caretaker would rather they not. It was a disturbance he was certain his Master would not approve.

It was but an hour more to docking, the high end carrier dropping to a gentle hover a few kilometres atop the waters of Ocean as it likewise dropped to a more leisurely pace in its travel. The final leg. A scenic offering as the staff announced, imploring their guests to take in the view before they reached the Aeroport.

This was good. His Master had been especially excited that he has not slept a wink since their interstellar journey home. Some few minutes of slumber should freshen him up for that meeting with his other Master, Iason Mink. It should be a most joyous reunion certainly and perhaps would include a festive little after-party? Depending on how the wind blew, Katron smiled to himself.

"What is that?"

Katron had just reached in to once more tuck the blanket over the Exclusive, checking to make sure that his ear pieces were still in place, playing the songs of that list the Alpha of Neu-Jupiter's Furniture knew to be among Riki's choicest of favourites. But as he was to return to his own seat and that chapter of the book he was reading, the other passengers had flocked towards the windows en masse in a seeming exodus of curiosity. Even the other sleepers sat up in their seat pods at the commotion.

"What is that?" Many repeated.

'What is what?' asked Katron to himself as he turned to look the same way.

Only then did he understand. Far off, at the gloomy horizon were the storm clouds likewise gathered, were traces of man-made explosions. It was actually rivaling the very thunder there rising, the threatening torrential rains.

"What the…"

Katron himself drew to a stand, moving to the windows this time for a much more closer look. It seemed like some manner of testing was happening on over there, disturbing the surface of the Ocean as multiple types of what seemed to be bombs were being dropped into the waters below, making certain quakes that though unfelt from where their ship is, were still visibly disrupting the surface of these waters. Depth charges? Was this the Capital's by any chance?

No.

What floated over the destruction was some other fortress, Katron realized, not like those found in Tanagura yet was something he had seen within the quandaries of home before.

It was a note in the records. It was in the news. This was Kryon's fortress was it not? That rogue city state competing with others of its sort and, in a way, Tanagura's own might, undoubtedly questioning it. But why were they doing this?

"I better wake Master Riki…" not a matter to be dealt with for now. The Furniture had to ready for disembarking. They were some twenty minutes close to the Aeroport in his estimates. He could sense land as it drew near and nearer him. Well, it wasn't exactly the land, but the feel of the people on it.

Empathy was among the Trinity's stronger skills after all, next to another that allows him and his twins to know possible perils from the surroundings. They could sense it in the air, taste it in the atmosphere.

Yet he could not have prepared fast enough for this.

Just as he had turned to head up to their suite, calling forth the bots to watch over his charge briefly while Riki was rousing, that was when it happened -a tragedy Tanagura would not have expected!

Katron's sense of danger had suddenly been triggered, his eyes changing colour as he blinked, turning in time to see this glaring pulse of light coming from the Kryon fortress beyond.

Something that appeared to be the source as next, to the horror of those on board the luxury line, a beam erupted from that singular pulse and blasted straight towards where they were!

...at full strength, it hit the civilian transport head on, slicing it at one side through!