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Deadlocked Collar	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Ratchet & Clank Views: 5809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2- Sashas Deadlocked Collar

Ratchets blurred vision was dominated by a large mass of chocolate brown fur, draped in dark purple hair cascading down the back of her neck. “Sasha?” that was all he could groggily muster past his lips.
The image loomed there a moment, staring down into Ratchet’s bemused face. She swiftly shot forward; too fast for Ratchet to follow in his semi-conscious state. Ratchet’s ears perked up once he heard a familiar sharp metallic clicking sound. Raising his hand up to his neck his finger tips met the cold touch of polished metal. “Oh Frak” cascaded past his lips.
“That is the electric collar you shocked me with earlier” An evil smile grew across the girls’ lips. “And this...” She reached into the pocket of her cloak, removing a small, metal cube. Upon closer inspection Ratchet identified the devices true nature. “Is the control”
Ratchet knew fore well what was about to happen, his honed military mind frantically searching for a solution, a way out of this. He found none. All he could do was brace for the inevitable impact. Sasha activated the button, a sharp electric shock cascaded through Ratchet’s muscles, overriding his nervous system and sending a flare of pain pulsing through him.
But as quickly as it had come the pain quickly subsided. Small buzzes of static continued to ruffle Ratchet’s fur even after the main charge had subsided. Sasha smiled gleefully at his confusion, content that her point had been made. “You see, now I am in control now” Sasha crept forward, placing her index finger beneath Ratchets chin to ensure she could look directly into his puppy dog eyes. “And I can do whatever I want with you”
“Strip for me” Sasha snapped sharply. Ratchet bared his fangs at her, unwilling to believe what she just said. Sasha brandished the remote once again, smirking at him. Ratchet could tell she was serious; her usually sweet and demure features had been replaced by cold determination. Ratchet growled an ancient Lombax curse beneath his breath, reaching for the clasp of his jumpsuit at the base of his neck.
Ratchets artificial ‘skin’ peeled away from him, exposing the layer of golden fur beneath. Sasha smirked devilishly at him, her smile growing wider as each long strand of fur was exposed to the dull light washing over him. Ratchet shed the arms of his suit away, exposing his muscled forearms and biceps to Sasha’s hungry gaze.
Ratchet gripped the ruffled jumpsuit; beginning to slide it past his sculpted legs, but Sasha’s command froze him solidly. “Uhh huh” She spoke, pointed her finger in a stopping motion. “Slowly” Ratchet growled again under his breath, slowing the descent of his jumpsuit, the primal anger and rage building up inside of him with increasing speed.
“Come on Ratchet do a little dance for me” Sasha brandished that damdable remote once again. Ratchet moved his hips, moving through random stances. He was never much of a dancer, and desperate to avoid yet another painful shock. He drew on his Megacorp training, though he was certain that Mr. Fizzwidget had not envisioned his student utilising his skills to entertain a rouge military Captain to avoid being painfully shocked by an electronic collar.
Sasha smiled as she watched Ratchet undressed himself for her pleasure. Ratchet ended his sensual movements, staring into Sasha’s fiery emerald eyes. “I assume you have concocted some new way for me to please you?” Ratchet spoke in a sarcastic tone.
Sasha shook her finger devilishly “Now let us not get ahead of ourselves” Sasha gripped the clasp of her uniform between her finger tips, silently drawing the clasp down her front, slowly revealing an enticing patch of light brown fur at the base of her neck. A devilish smile began to form on Sasha's lips as she began relieve the top half of her uniform, each light tug revealing another area of light brown fur to Ratchet’s prying eyes.
Ratchet stepped towards Sasha, lowering onto his knees before her like a well trained pet. Sasha continued to split the fine line which held the two pieces of her uniform together. A light cream line of fur washed up the length of her stomach, opening into a curve encapsulating the valley of her cleavage. A simple pink set of bra and panties concealed Sasha’s modesty, the final defence against Ratchet’s prying eyes.
Sasha ran the tips of her fingers across her cream coloured stomach, trailing her hand up towards her shoulder, peaking over her shoulder blade, sliding hers hands down her back towards the strand of pink material which acted as the chain which bound her modesty to this world. Sasha gripped the delicate bow at the centre of her back, a gentle tug was all that was required to release the article of clothing, her chains were broken, her modesty now partially removed from this world at no loss to Sasha, and certainly no loss to Ratchet who now watched intently as the material gracefully fell away from her modest breasts.
Ratchet could not bring himself to tear his eyes away from the display unfolding before him, every second that passed new patches of light brown and cream coloured fur was exposed across her chest. Ratchet even thought he could see the pink semi-circle of the crest of her nipple, but Ratchets hopes were soon tarnished as Sasha reached up to grasp the delicate cups of her bra in her clawed hands as the strands which once held the garment in place fell loosely at her sides, the prize Ratchet had hoped to obtain was held at arms length.
Ratchets puppy dog eyes pleaded for her to end the tiring game of cat and mouse with him and to simply allow them both the pleasures they both clearly desired so deeply. But Sasha’s feline instincts allowed her to manipulate men in way’s others only dreamed they could. The key to manipulation was that you never give your opponent the chance to see the world from your perspective, Ratchet now truly believed that she had him by the throat, allowing him tastes of what was too come at the end of this, taunting him with bloody morsels and then thrusting away the carcass of his kill. She had successfully formed a protective shield of emotion across her face, preventing Ratchet from seeing the desire escalating inside of her. The tragic truth was that she was one gentle caress away from exploding right there and then, but Sasha fought herself top maintain her composure.
“If you want these” Sasha cupped the base of her rounded breasts, jiggling her breasts lightly in her hands, taunting her drooling companion. With a sly grin she continued “You have to earn them”
Ratchet however, knew precisely what Sasha meant by the phrase ‘earn’, it meant debasing himself further, stripping away the final shreds of dignity he retained in the hopes of tasting the feminine fruit that lay splayed before him. Sasha sat down on the bed, crossing her legs and waiting silently, almost presenting herself to him as if to allow Ratchet to decide the next course of action.
Ratchet stepped forward. His first choice of action was to pleasure her stomach, leaning forward he ran his tongue across the patch of cream coloured fur which encapsulated her belly button. The instant that Ratchet’s tongue touched against the delicate hairs of Sasha’s stomach, Ratchet heard Sasha’s commanding voice ringing deeply in his attuned ears. “Remember Ratchet” Sasha laid her hand on his shoulder, still clutching that damdable remote in her free paw. “You are caressing a woman’s fur” she purred deliciously. “You must be gentle with me” Ratchet’s hands, coursed through years of hard work as a mechanic, ran across Sasha’s soft fur, sparks of static leapt between Ratchet and Sasha’s fur.
Ratchet clasped his lips tightly onto a random patch of light brown fur, tickling his tongue across his partners’ furry skin, his primal desires enflamed by the delectable salty nectar of sweat which cascaded across his tongue with every gentle caress. Sasha purred lightly beneath every panted breath, Ratchet’s ministrations obviously enflaming some primitive pleasure reflex deep with his usually demur and reserved companion which till now had been left untapped.
Sasha snapped her hands forward, clasping the sides of Ratchets furry head tightly in her grasp and drawing him clear of her stomach as his tongue finished the final delicate embrace. Ratchet looked up into eyes, wondering what fresh brand of humiliation his devious partner was preparing to inflict upon him. “You truly are too good with that tongue of yours” Ratchet could barely make out the words through the laboured pants Sasha was desperately attempting to conceal behind a thin film of commanding tone and military discipline, and failing miserably, she was beginning to falter and she knew it was inevitable she would fall. She ran her fingers along his lips, Ratchet’s tongue tickling against the pad of her finger. She gently ran her finger down along his muscled chest, gently twirling across the fabric of his boxers. “You are going to have to make me explode before I get a chance to enjoy what else you have for me”
Ratchet smirked, expecting that he had finally gained the upper hand in this contest, that he would finally be free from the Sasha-imposed shackles that bound him, be free to pursue his own desires. These thoughts however were quickly forced from his mind by another sharp pulse of electricity sent coursing through his body, Sasha’s thumb pressed firmly on the switch. The electric shock finally ended, Sasha releasing her iron grip on the button, Ratchet’s muscles relaxing into their more natural state.
Sasha wagged her finger at him mockingly. “I’m still in control here. Do not dare to forget that” Sasha pressed her open palm into Ratchet’s chest, throwing him backwards onto the bed. She leapt on top of him; she could be surprisingly forceful when she was sexually starved. Sasha sneered down at him, her eyes flaring with a new found lust. Sasha ran her hands along the sides of Ratchets stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath her delicate feline touch. Sasha swashed her tongue across Ratchet’s chest, causing his strands of delicate fur to stand on end.
Sasha thrust her chest against Ratchets body, feeling the material of her bra slowly slipping downward with the friction against his body. Sasha slithered back down his golden furred body trailing her tongue in crude zigzag formation across his stomach. Once she reached his waist the delicate fabric of her bra now encircled her stomach, her modest breasts now hanging precariously over him. Sasha reached down and gripped the boundary of his boxers. Sasha pressed her breasts against his manhood, squeezing them together around his penis, consuming his fleshy rod in her voluptuous mounds. Sasha pressed her hands against the soft exterior of her breasts, adding additional pressure to accompany Ratchets thrusts and making both their attempts to withhold his their desire even harder to withhold.
“Don’t you cum before me” It was as if Sasha had read his most intimate thoughts, tasted the essence of his very anxiety. He was fighting to retain himself, to avoid the sharp pain of another shock from that damdable collar; he regretted ever bringing the thing back from Dreadzone. Ratchet cringed, digging his claws into the sheets in an effort to hold off the inevitable retribution. Sashas smirk only grew ever greater, she pressed harder on her breasts, trying desperately to force to force Ratchet past the point of no return. She wanted to see him falter first, simply to have another excuse to shock him, to feel the primal rush of holding another as putty in your hands.
But Ratchet held himself together, never letting go of his composure or allowing himself to be consumed by his desires. Sasha suddenly released her breasts from Ratchets penis, leaning back so that she sat on her heels. Ratchet panted, desperately gasping for air, making full use of this sudden unending calm after the unending barrage of pleasure Sasha had been inflicting upon him. When he finally dared to raise his head to meet Sasha’s eyes, he truly wished he hadn’t. Sashas vixen smirk had now reached the extremities of her cheeks, it appeared as though his mistress had only relented to ensure that the next barrage would be twice as difficult to overcome.
Sasha extended her serpents tongue past her lips, allowing it slither and consume the length of Ratchets penis, lapping up their combined sweat in its wake, Ratchet’s pleasure clouded mind completely powerless to resist her. The experience was blissful, and at the same time unnerving, because he knew that any second his body could be consumed by a powerful shockwave of pain.
Sasha wrapped her lips around his penis once again, wetting his exposed penis in a flood of her saliva, slickening every thrust and down stroke with her juices. Sasha opened her lips, running only the very tip of her tongue against Ratchet’s penis, trailing her tongue up to the crown of Ratchet’s penis.
Sasha flicked her tongue against the tip of his knob, smiling at him with an evil glint of pearly white fangs. Sasha placed her knee on the bed beside him, raising herself up so that her warm pussy rested gently against Ratchet’s muscled stomach. Sasha reached down to her damp panties, slipping her clawed finger beneath the fabric, pulling the delicate lingerie away to expose her delectable pussy to Ratchet’s gapping eyes.
Sasha lowered herself down onto Ratchet, the tip of his engorged cock literally scrapping against her outer lips. It was incredibly painful for Ratchet to have his prize hanging so precariously close to his penis. Sasha lowered herself even closer, her outer lips beginning to mould around the head of Ratchet’s penis.
But just as Ratchet was preparing to thrust into her she quickly retracted herself away from Ratchet’s penis, leaving him with cold balls. Ratchet stared up into her eyes, ensuring to keep his anger concealed lest she use that as an excuse to administer another douse of shocks. Sasha raised herself up off the bed, placing her dripping pussy before Ratchet’s face. Ratchet took the hint, knowing that he would have to earn his salvation, or dare to risk the sharp pain of another electric shock.
Ratchets tongue slipped through his lips, snaking through the defence of Sasha’s pussy lips. Ratchet swirled his tongue around within her pussy with unparalleled skill he did not even know that he had until he had dared to utilize it. Ratchet slipped his tongue deeper and deeper into her gapping pussy, Sasha growling with primal lust at the gentle caresses, savouring the waves of pleasure washing over her like tides crashing against the beach. Ratchets slippery tongue tickled each of Sasha’s sensitive nerves in turn, sending pleasurable jolts down Sasha’s spine.
Sasha’s neck went slack, her head falling backwards in gleeful bliss, feeling the pleasure boiling up inside of her as she tried to hold back the growls of pleasure which forced their way past her lips. Sasha released a barrage of pleasure, flooding Ratchet’s waiting mouth with delectable juices.
Ratchet choked savoured the salty sweet liquid, allowing the remainder to cascade down the side of his cheeks. Sasha’s hand slipped away from the button on her control pad, slowly relinquishing her control on the situation. Sasha collapsed on top of his face, Ratchet suffocating from the powerful aromas. The two lovers tails, arms and legs became gleefully intertwined, each coiling around eachother in a bond of pleasure fuelled passion.
Sasha slipped down into Ratchets waiting arms, savouring calming aura of the warm beating heart within Ratchets chest. Sasha stirred, raising her head from her furry Lombax pillow. “For a guy who has a shock collar clasped around your neck, you were pretty amazing” Sasha ran her finger along the piece of metallic circuitry locked securely around his neck, leaning in closer to his ear “Though I think I could use another pair of claws to tame” Sasha giggled.
An idea crept into Ratchets mind “Who did you have in mind?”
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