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Bad Company... , part 15

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The blond-haired young man hustled past as his bigger comrade held Shea standing before him, his hands clamped hard around her upper arms and shoulders. From behind those wire-rimmed glasses, the seeming leader of the pair favored Shea with a reproachful - but not at all surprised - glance, as he walked by and headed for the kitchen. "Bring our spunky little kitty over here... She looks like she could use a chance to sit down for a while..." Though he passed out of her line of sight, Shea's sharp catfolk ears could easily pick out the sound of him pulling one of the kitchen chairs from beneath the table and thunking it into place against the tile floor.

Shea tensed and started to struggle then, kicking upward and twisting hard at her hips as she tried to break loose from the big guy's grasp...for all the good it would do her if she managed to succeed. A little voice of discouragement whispered from the back of her mind, asking what was she going to do bound hand-and-foot like this? But he held fast and instead just yanked her back hard against him, hugging her to his chest once again. Before hefting her completely off the floor and pivoting around to carry her backward toward the kitchen - and whatever increased imprisonment awaited. At the very least, her opportunity to work unobserved had passed...and gained her nothing. She knew they weren't going to let her out of their sight again. Anxious despair fluttered around the edges of her bulwark of courage, seeking entrance...

The captured catgirl kicked and bucked and thrashed in the gargantuan goon's grasp like a wild bronco, muffled growls and grunts of exertion hammering their way past the sticky white wall that sealed her lips. Shea fought for all she was worth, writhing and twisting against that barrel-chest with frantic abandon...but she felt like a toddler clutched in the arms of a grizzly bear, for all the good her struggles were availing. The man had to stumble and stagger a few times, and tightened his grip significantly after one particular cunning lurching twist by the pinioned Shea, but their journey progressed without much interruption despite Shea's best efforts to the contrary. Even when she hammered her bound heels back toward the thug's legs and knees, he just grunted in response, and then set about stepping and blocking with his own legs to stymie her efforts. Shea finally threw her head back and let out a long, muffled howl of rage and fear as they passed through the kitchen doorway, the simple transition seeming to the imperiled heroine like being carried through the proverbial slaughter-house door...


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wow!! this story is good!! *purring*
:dance: i actully stumbled on it. wow i love it. please write more!! <3