by Tom Jones
Reaching the main exit of the facility, the group could hear the helicopter was now preparing to land in the courtyard of the compound. Kitchi looked at the keycard scanner before looking at Bocchino, “Scan the keycard.” Bocchino reached into his pocket and he scanned the keycard Arcades gave him before the door would unlock itself. When the door opened, Koh-Koh was the first to emerge, and the black cat gestured with his light machine gun for the rest of the anthros to exit the building. When Bocchino exited, he placed his hand on top of his forehead to prevent the sun from blinding him. When the cat’s eyes adjusted to the light, he could see that Jim had already landed the helicopter in the courtyard, and he had even started the process of powering down the helicopter’s engines. As the group of anthros approached the helicopter, Jim moved from the cockpit to the cabin.
The human noticed that both Jason and Arcades were restrained, “What happened in there?” Though Jim’s question was directed towards Bocchino, Kitchi spoke instead, “You guys decided you weren’t going to pay for our services, so we’re taking them for collateral.” Jim’s jaw dropped slightly, “Pay up? Hold the fuck up now. What do you bastards think you’re doing?” Kitchi replied, “We’re mercenaries, remember?” Jim shook his head, “You guys never fucking asked us to pay anything!” Kitchi shrugged, “Too late now. Anyways, here is your anthro that you wanted.” Jim looked over to the vixen, and something about her seemed somewhat familiar to the human pilot. The vixen, on the other hand, did not seem to recognize Jim at all. Jim then spoke to the mercenaries, “Where are you gonna take them two?” Kitchi looked at Jason and Arcades before replying, “They’re coming with us. We’ll sell them to the highest bidder, and then we’ll consider the debt paid.”
Jim shook his head, “You’re no better than the Omega Foundation at that point!” Kitchi shrugged again, “Hey, we’re just going where the money is. Don’t follow us now. Take your anthro and leave, and we’ll take our anthros.” Bocchino began to place Arcades’ equipment along with his weapon in the helicopter. The cat then placed Jason’s weapon inside of the cabin as well. Once Bocchino was empty handed yet again, he turned back to face the cats, “Well, what are you guys waiting for?” Kitchi looked at Arcades before speaking to the fox, “Put your stuff in the helicopter.” Arcades was confused; he did not have any more equipment on his person, “I’m not carrying anything else. That was all of my stuff.” Kitchi shook his head, “Nope. You’ve still got the clothes you’re wearing.” Arcades was mildly shocked, “Are you asking me to strip?” Kitchi replied, “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.” Jim still couldn’t believe what he was hearing from the anthros, but he figured that the mercenaries would not be willing to listen to him.
Kitchi began to untie the fox’s hands so that he would be able to remove his shirt. As the cat was in the process of freeing Arcades’ wrists, he spoke, “Don’t try anything funny.” Arcades acknowledged the mercenary by his silence, and he then staggered as he was shoved forwards by the cat holding him captive. As Arcades stood still in reluctance, the fox could see Spectre approaching, and the gray cat was holding her Blaser R93 rifle. Spectre spoke, “You guys taking the fox as collateral?” Kitchi nodded, “Yes. We’re also taking the wolf as well.” The female cat then asked, “What are we going to restrain them with?” Kitchi held onto the paracord that was still tied around Jason’s wrists, “We’re using paracord for the time being, but we don’t have anything else that’s sturdier.”
Spectre thought as she visually inspected the interior of the helicopter, “You guys wouldn’t happen to have anything of the like in there, do you?” Jim did not say anything, but he knew all about Arcades’ bag of restraints the fox used on himself. The fox pulled out the keyring that he had in his back pocket, and he tossed it in the cabin of the HH-60. Spectre picked up the keyring, and she recognized what the keys were for, “Hmm… Looks like you have the keys here. You don’t happen to have the actual cuffs nearby, do you?” The fox was still silent as he tossed his boonie hat and glasses into the cabin as well. The hat landed right on top of his tactical tool bag. Spectre spotted the bag, and she pushed the hat off of it before she unzipped it. After taking a quick look inside of the bag, Spectre knew that she had found what she was looking for, “Oh wow, how convenient.” The cat began to shuffle through the collection of restraints Arcades owned, “Seems you’ve got quite a lot in here. What do you use these for?”
Arcades did not want to answer the question. Bocchino, Jason, and Jim were silent as well since they did not want to give the mercenaries any ideas. The vixen was also standing back as she did not want to be part of the event, either. After a brief period of silence, Arcades decided to surrender the information, “They’re for me…” Spectre raised an eyebrow, “Really? Here, I’ll tell you what: Once you’re done stripping down to absolutely nothing, I’ll let you pick out which ones you want to wear.” It was clear to the rest of Arcades’ crew that it was not the mercenaries’ first time doing something like this. Jim shook his head as he retreated back into the cockpit of the helicopter. The human spotted a familiar Ruger Redhawk in the cockpit, and Jim remembered that the handgun formerly belonged to the Security Chief of Facility Five. Jim contemplated picking up the handgun and using it, but he knew that he would be no match against four armed anthros with only a handgun to defend himself with.
The fox removed his combat shirt first, and he tossed it inside of the helicopter. With the fox’s white-furred chest revealed, he looked down to see that all he had left on were his Rhodesian Brushstroke shorts. Arcades’ hands began to sweat even more as he began to slowly pull his shorts down. Now, the fox was only wearing a black pair of underwear. The fox looked up at Spectre, and he was hoping that the cat would let him stay in his underwear at the very least. The cat shook her head, “Nope. That goes off as well.” Jim cursed under his breath, “Fucking shit… Motherfuckers… These fucking bastards…” Arcades reached down to his underwear, and he closed his eyes as he began to remove his last piece of clothing from his body. Arcades stepped out of his underwear, and he tossed it along with his shorts into the helicopter. The fox was now completely naked.
Spectre displayed a malevolent smile, “That’s very good, fox. Now, I’ll let you choose which restraints you want to wear. We’re not gonna let you take them off for a long while, so make sure you’re gonna be comfortable in those.” When Arcades opened his eyes again, he looked downwards, and he could indeed see his genitals. Arcades frowned, and he knew that everybody in the general vicinity was able to see him completely naked. Spectre was growing impatient, “Carry on now. We’d like to get moving.” Arcades began to shuffle around the restraints that were in his bag until he pulled out the Smith & Wesson Model 1850 transport restraint. The fox looked down at the leg shackles connected by a chain to the handcuffs, and he looked at Spectre. The cat spoke, “You want to wear those? Put them on.”
Kitchi voiced an objection, “He’d still be able to bring his hands in front of himself with those. Look how skinny he is.” Spectre then asked, “Do you have a waist chain to go with those?” Arcades sat the transport restraint inside of the helicopter for a brief moment, and he pulled out a Smith & Wesson Model 1840 waist chain that was also in his bag. Spectre nodded, “That’s more like it. Put it on.” Arcades grabbed the chain in the middle, and he positioned the Martin link so that it would be in front of himself. After getting the circumference of his waist with the chain, he pushed the Martin link through one of the links. Arcades noticed that he had quite the length of chain remaining, but the fox was not ready to secure it yet. Instead, Arcades cycled the action of the handcuffs that were connected to the chain before he pushed them through the Martin link.
Once the handcuffs were brought through the Martin link, Arcades pushed the bow down until the pawl caught it in order to prevent the cuffs from falling out of the Martin link. Arcades then grabbed the remaining length of chain that was still dangling from where the Martin link passed through the chain around his waist so it would not
come into contact with his genitals. The fox went back into his bag, and he pulled out a standard pair of Taiwanese thumbcuffs followed by a blue padlock. Arcades looked at the padlock, but he remembered that it required the handcuff key to open. The fox opened the front pocket of the Rothco tool bag, and he pulled out one of his many spare keys. Spectre saw the spare key, “Yeah, you’re not taking that with you.” Arcades stated his intentions, “I’ve gotta double-lock these if I’m going to be staying in them for an extended period of time.” Spectre decided to let the fox keep the key for the time being, “Fine. Just know that you’re not taking that key with you.”
The fox unlocked the padlock with the key, and he threaded the shackle through the remaining chain before he locked the padlock with the chain directly behind him, right on top of his tail. The fox then started locking the shackles around his bare ankles. The fox had been so familiar with the Smith & Wesson shackles that he knew exactly how tight he wanted them around his ankles to provide him with the best comfort. When Arcades had both of the shackles tightened the way he wanted them, he pushed the double-lock lever upwards in order to prevent the shackles from tightening further. Arcades stood back up, and he felt the chains rub up against his genitals. As a result, the fox pushed the chains to the side away from his genitals so they would not collide. Arcades then placed his wrists inside of his own handcuffs, and he tightened them until he felt comfortable wearing them for an extended period of time. Since the handcuffs were linked by chain, the fox was able to easily use the key to double-lock the cuffs by pushing in the pins that were on the bottom of the frames. The Smith & Wesson Model 1850 was not consistent when the double-locking methods were considered.
Once the fox was bound hand and foot, he picked up the Taiwanese thumbcuffs he had lying in the cabin, and he locked his thumbs in the cuffs. The fox then used the key and his free fingers to double-lock the thumbcuffs. Arcades finally put the key in the cabin, and he stepped away from the helicopter to indicate that he was now finished restraining himself. Spectre looked the fox over, “Nice. Foxes like you deserved to be naked and chained up like that anyways. Don’t look at me like you deserve any better.” Arcades frowned and looked downwards while he lightly tugged on his sturdy restraints. Spectre then looked at Jason, “Your turn, wolf. Strip.” Kitchi began to untie the wolf’s wrists. Once the cat finished, he tossed the paracord inside of the helicopter before giving Jason a shove. Jason started by removing the green hat that he was wearing. He placed the hat in the small pile of clothes that Arcades had left in the helicopter. While Jason was in the process of removing his clothing, Spectre came over and forced Arcades to his knees, “On your knees, fox.” Arcades had practically no choice but to comply at this point.
While the fox was trying to get comfortable while kneeling completely naked, Jason was still removing what he was wearing. So far, the wolf had removed his hat, his load bearing equipment, and his combat shirt. The wolf then sat down in the helicopter’s cabin in order to remove his footwear. Once he was barefoot just like the fox, he unbuckled his belt and removed his pants along with his belt. Now only down to his underwear, the wolf took a long sigh before he removed his underwear to reveal his nakedness. Arcades was not surprised to see that Jason had an erection. Bocchino also noticed this, but he did not say anything aloud. From what Bocchino saw, he knew that Jason was still a homosexual, and he also knew that Jason was aroused at seeing Arcades completely naked.
Spectre seemed to notice this earlier; she had been watching the wolf as he looked at Arcades while he was undressing. The gray cat developed an idea, “Alright fox. Chain him up exactly the way you are.” Arcades looked up at Spectre, “What?” Spectre pushed the fox forwards, and Arcades almost fell on his face, “I said go and chain him up exactly the way you are!” The fox slowly got to his feet, and he looked at the naked wolf that was standing in front of him with an erection. Bocchino shook his head and exhaled as he watched the situation. Arcades approached Jason, but he made sure to stay well clear of the wolf’s genitals. Since the fox’s hands were chained to his waist, he couldn’t grab things that were too far away from him. Arcades eventually managed to grab another long length of chain from his bag, and he pulled it by the Martin link it featured. The fox was struggling to figure out the best way to put the chain around Jason’s waist. Arcades handed the wolf the Martin link, “Hold this.”
Jason complied with Arcades, and he held the Martin link right in front of his lower torso. The fox then slowly walked around the wolf while carrying the other end of the chain. Once Arcades was back in front of the wolf again, he made sure to be careful as to not let Jason’s genitals make contact with him as he threaded one of the links through the Martin link. Arcades was successful in doing so, and he handed Jason the chain once he finished, “Hold onto this too.” Jason silently complied with Arcades, and he was now holding chains in both of his hands. The fox returned to the bag, and he found another blue padlock he had. Arcades also picked up the key that was still in the cabin of the helicopter, and the fox opened the padlock. Now with an open padlock, Arcades moved back in front of the wolf, and he grabbed the extra length of chain. The fox said, “I’ll take this. Keep holding onto that large link, and don’t let the smaller link fall off, either.” Jason listened, let go of the extra chain, and Arcades moved back behind the wolf again before he secured the chain to the link that was directly in front of the wolf’s tail.
Once the fox finished, he moved back over the bag once again, and he soon returned carrying a set of Peerless Model 700CTC32 transport restraints. The restraints were fundamentally the same as the Smith & Wesson Model 1850s, but they were made by the Peerless Handcuff Company instead. Arcades carried the restraints back over to Jason, and he opened up one of the cuffs before he pulled them through the Martin link. After Arcades had the handcuffs threaded through the Martin link, the fox briefly looked down to see that the connecting chain had accumulated some of Jason’s fluids associated with reproduction since it had collided with the tip of his genitals. Though Arcades was exceedingly displeased with the sight, he knew that it would be currently pointless to comment on it given the circumstances. Ignoring the wolf’s throbbing erection, Arcades got down on his knees in order to lock the shackles around Jason’s legs. Arcades made sure to sit far enough away from the wolf to prevent any fluids from dripping on him. The fox spoke to the wolf, “I don’t know how tight you want these to be, so I’m going to use the two finger rule. Alright?” Jason did not reply. All the fox could hear was the wolf’s uneven breathing pattern.
As the fox tightened the shackles around Jason’s ankles, he made sure to keep two of his fingers against the wolf’s ankle to make sure that he did not tighten them too much. After repeating the process for the second ankle, Arcades double-locked both of the shackles before standing back up. Once the fox was back on his feet, he opened both of the handcuffs, and he waited for Jason to place his hands against the frames before Arcades closed the bows. Arcades applied the same technique to make sure that the handcuffs were not applied too tightly around the wolf’s wrists. Arcades double-locked the handcuffs when he finished tightening them, and he remembered that he only had to apply thumbcuffs to the wolf now. Arcades returned to the bag one last time, and he returned with an identical pair of Taiwanese thumbcuffs.
Arcades cycled the action of the thumbcuffs, and he grabbed Jason’s thumbs the best he could with his own heavily restrained hands. Since Arcades had spent many hours locked in the fashion he currently was in, he knew the best way he could still use his hands. After minimal effort from the fox, the thumbcuffs were locked around Jason’s thumbs, and Arcades used the key one last time to double-lock the thumbcuffs. Once the fox finished, he turned around to place the key back in his Rothco tool bag. He then closed the bag to indicate that he was finished. Spectre nodded, for she was impressed with how efficiently the fox was able to restrain Jason, “Very good. Now, you two come over here.”
Jason and Arcades slowly walked to S
pectre, and the cat looked at the two anthros. She then looked down at the genitals of Jason, and she watched as they continued to rub up against the connecting chain, accumulating even more reproductive fluid. The cat looked back up at the wolf, “Somebody’s excited.” Arcades looked back down at his own restrained body, and he wondered how long he was going to be staying in restraints that were designed to be temporary. Spectre then waved the rest of her men over, “Alright, I guess this is where we part ways. You two better not go and try and find these two.” Bocchino silently motioned for the vixen to board the helicopter while Arcades and Jason watched in silence. Spectre took out Arcades’ keyring again, and she examined all of the different keys the fox had on the ring. The cat then pocketed the keyring for herself, and she then tapped on both of the captive anthros’ shoulders, “Come on now. We’ve got some ground to cover.”
Bocchino watched as Arcades and Jason slowly walked away with the four mercenaries. The remaining cat shook his head, “Motherfuckers…” Jim looked back at Bocchino as the cat boarded the helicopter, “Fucking just like Omega. Fucking sons of bitches. They’re no fucking different.” Bocchino slammed his fist on the side of the helicopter and shouted once the anthros were far enough away from him, “MOTHERFUCKER! DAMN IT! FUCK!” Jim spoke again, “It’s a damn shame. We have to come back for them sometime.” Bocchino knew that this was a difficult task to accomplish, “How? They’re literally naked. We can’t track them down.” Jim shook his head once again, “We’ll figure out something.” Bocchino then remembered the whole reason why they went to Africa in the first place, “How are we supposed to stop Omega?” Jim looked at the cat, “Well, you’ve got me. That’s really about it for now.” Bocchino felt something in his pocket, and he pulled out the keycard that Arcades gave him, “Oh shit, I still have this. Kurt gave it to me.” Jim recognized the keycard, “Damn, that’s a Level 5 keycard!” Bocchino looked at the keycard, “Hm? What’s so special about it?” Jim replied, “That thing right there should open basically any Omega Foundation security door. You must make sure you hold on to that. That’s literally our ticket in if we reach a facility in the future.”
