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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 3- Angelas Deadlocked Collar

A dark black fighter craft pierced through the veil of white which tore across the sky over the ice fields. The pilot silently guided the ship down towards the planet’s frozen surface, touching down on the snow covered landing pad besides the target building. The pilot leapt out of the cockpit, closely followed by their co-pilot, each draped in flowing dark robes which helped to keep the harsh cold at bay as well as concealing their identity from any onlookers or security systems. Silently they stepped through the white haze of snow covering the wasteland towards the single structure which defiantly stood proud above the thick white layer of ice that blanketed the terrain. “How exactly do you plan to pull this off?”
The two of them stood against the wall of the building, the co-pilot held a blaster in their hand, standing over the pilot as they broke open a fuse box. “Well...” The pilot pulled down the lip of black material covering his face, exposing his golden fur. “...I reroute this circuit here, this one over here. And when we trip the alarm, nothing happens”
The co-pilot pulled back their hood, revealing their blood red lips surrounded by dark brown fur. “It better” Sasha reached into her cloak, retrieving the remote that had been Ratchet’s main motivation for up taking this insane undertaking. “Because if it doesn’t work you will have quite a large shock”
“I wouldn’t recommend that, Captain” He twiddled a loose wire in his hand, taunting Sasha. “Because if you shock me the static shock will travel through the wire and blow the circuit. That will sound the alarm, dispatching several squadrons of Guard robots who will give us about five seconds to surrender before they disintegrate us”
The fuse box sparked, Ratchet flicking his fingers clear in pain. Ratchet glanced around worryingly, no alarm, no combat robots. It was all clear. He motioned Sasha towards the door. She pressed it open, the lock giving way with little motivation. The two of them silently slipped inside, closing the door behind them too shut out the biting cold.
A pair of glaring red eyes pierced out from the still darkness which shrouded the room in twilight. The creature stepped out of the shadows, its lips pursed as it growled deeply in its demonic throat. The Protopet hopped out of the shadows. Ratchet lowered onto his knee, stretching his arm out palm up, calling the creature towards him. “Hey boy, it’s me. Ratchet”
The creature snarled, launching at Ratchet’s offered hand, clamping its bladed teeth around his fingers. Ratchet winced in pain, retracting his fingers sharply. The Protopet however hobbled towards Sasha, nuzzling her shin. She scooped the creature in her arms, running her gloved hand across its furry head, listening to it coo gleefully. “Guess I have a way with dumb animals” She smirked at Ratchet, finding yet another way to bust his manhood down a peg.
The Protopet, now satisfied that the intruders posed no threat, hobbled back towards the kitchen, letting the creatures pass. Sasha and Ratchet continued deeper into the building, testing doors one by one, in search of their target. They finally found it.
Sasha and Ratchet slipped inside the room, closing the door silently behind them. Before them lay a figure, covered entirely by layers of blankets that helped to keep the cold at bay. Sasha stepped forward, she was careful not disturb the slumbering beauty who was laid out before her, ready for the taking.
Sasha pulled down the lip of the cover that concealed Angela’s body. Angela rolled in her sleep, Sasha fearing that she had awoken her. However Angela simply curled into a ball to help retain the heat that was slowly seeping out of her. Sasha’s heart raced, her hands manoeuvring across Angela’s delicate form, securing the collar around her neck. The locks hissed closed in silence, it was secure.
Sasha stepped back, watching as Angela stirred out of sleep, sneering as she watched Angela shake her head clear. Angela scratched at her neck, wondering exactly what was suddenly tightly wound around her neck. She scratched her claws against the metallic ring that had collapsed around her neck. She suddenly came to life, realizing that something was at fault. She snapped her head around sharply, seeing the two cloaked figures hidden within the shadows of the corners of the room. “Who are you?”
Sasha stepped out of the shadows, gesturing towards Ratchet still standing the dark to remain hidden. Sasha lowered the hood of her cloak, revealing her dark brown fur. “Hello Angela”
“Sasha? What the hell are you doing here?” She indicated the collar wound tightly around her neck with a raised hand. “And what the hell is this thing?”
Sasha smirked, her blood red lips curling gleefully as she brandished her controller. She rubbed her thumb across the red button, eagerly awaiting the perfect opportunity to reveal its true purpose. “What’s that!?” Angela gave it to her.
Sasha hit her switch, enjoying the sound of Angela’s yelping cries sang sweetly in her pointed ears. She watched as Angela instinctively brought her clawed hands up too her neck, attempting to pry the demonic device away from her, with no success. The surge of energy finally gave out, Angela’s muscles relaxing sharply she collapsed onto the bed. “What...was...that?” She panted through wheezing breaths.
Sasha simply smirked at Angela’s shock, relishing in the knowledge that she’d caused her confusion. She turned to Ratchet “Why don’t I let my partner here bring you up to speed” Ratchet stepped out of the shadows at the command, approaching Angela as he placed his knee on the bed holding his hand out for Angela. He leant forward; Angela recoiled backwards against the headboard, fearful of this unknown situation these past friends had thrust her into.
Ratchet leant forward, Angela cringing in fear. Ratchet laid his lips against her ear, appearing to nipple against the delicate lobe. “Don’t worry, I have a plan” Angela ceased shaking, appearing to soften at some words of sense. “I promise I won’t hurt you” Angela nodded discreetly, Ratchet kissing the side of Angelas head just below her ear.
Ratchet stepped back, pulling Angela to her feet with him. Sasha slipped gracefully between the two of them, breaking the bond between them. She paced over to the bed in a few steps, turning to sit on the edge of the bed, scooting herself up it to rest against the pillows at the far side, an evil smirk growing on her lips. Ratchet and Angela stared blankly at her. Sasha sighed, brandishing the remote once again. “I’m not seeing any bare fur”
Ratchet gritted his teeth, laying his hands on Angela’s shoulders, tickling the taut nerves. Angela was content to be swept up in the delicious pleasure Ratchet was inflicting upon her. Ratchet slithered her loose fabric down her shoulders, revealing new patches of golden fur with each gentle pull. Sasha watched with gleaming eyes, enjoying the display as her two Lombaxes stripped eachother bare for her amusement.
Angela’s T-shirt slipped past the seam of her shoulders, sliding gracefully over her head, the elastic material snapping clear. Angela’s simple blue underwear concealed her; however the cold chill of the room became heavily apparent without anything to keep the frost at bay. Angela brought her arms up to her chest, rubbing her arms violently. She suddenly felt a shock tearing through her, the pain intensified by the dull chill that clutched at her. The pain ended. She shook far more viciously than before, discarding the frost at the presence of this new pain.
Sasha shook her head mockingly “No covering up, I want to see everything on show”
Angela lowered her arms, once again succumbing to the full fury of the cold. Ratchet clutched Angela tightly, slowing the cold’s harsh advance across Angela’s exposed frame. Ratchet broke the seals that held the components of his suit together. The metallic plates slid away from his skin, exposing his bright yellow layer of fur beneath them. He dropped the covering to the floor, clasping his arms tightly around Angela’s shaking, athletic frame- the heat transfer intensified by the contact with Ratchet’s bare skin.
Sasha smirked, scanning across Ratchets now exposed torso, admiring every sculpted muscle and curve across him. Ratchet’s lips pressed against Angela’s, intent on exploring every curve and exposed chamber within her mouth. She enjoyed feeling Ratchet’s wet tongue slither within her warm, tight confines, their saliva mixing into a delectable cocktail of flavour.
“That’s enough” Sasha’s stern voice broke the fine veil of silence that wafted through the room, Ratchet and Angela turning to face her. A delectable sneer formed on her lips, another truly evil idea assembling in her quick feline mind.
She rose to her feet, the cloak covering her athletic form smoothing as the ruffles cascaded away with her movements. She slipped her arm between the two of them, slicing their bond between the two of them. Their fingers remained intertwined the last link between the two love crazed Lombaxes. Sasha’s powerful advance continued, severing the link between them, breaking the bond of their fingers.
Sasha manoeuvred herself in between the two of them, wrapping her arms tightly around Angela’s supple frame. Sasha slapped her lips against Angela’s, tasting the residual remains of passion created by Angela and Ratchet. Sasha could feel herself becoming intoxicated by Angela’s musky scent, her arousing heat as it pulsated against the harsh cold that surrounding the two bodies. It was then she knew she had to have her for herself.
She subtly began to turn the two of them, never breaking the embrace of their lips. She leant heavily on Angela, forcing her to stumble backwards. The back of Angela’s knees struck the bed, Sasha’s advance forcing Angela to collapse onto the soft mattress, Sasha following suit and leaping on top of her. Sasha sloshed her tongue across Angela’s lips, settling the rebellious strands of hair against her skin.
Sasha whisked her tongue into Angela’s waiting maw, tasting every crevice and chamber within her warm mouth. Angela wheezed as Sasha drained every stray molecule of oxygen from her pulsing lungs. Angela’s vision began to darken, her muscles weakening as she was starved of air.
Sasha eventually released her grip on Angela’s throat, allowing her partner to pant for her life. Angela gasped as fresh oxygen poured into her lungs. When she eventually recovered her strength she turned towards Sasha, finding that she had already passed her attention onto Ratchet, who had since been abandoned to the sidelines.
“Oh Ratchet” She curled her finger, pulling him on some invisible string towards her. “Why don’t you come and show Angela how you use your...” She smiled devilishly.
Ratchet stepped forward, mounting the bed behind Angela. Before she could react Ratchet had grasped her by her sides, pressing his sculpted chest against her back, her light fur tickling against his taut nipples. Ratchet’s throat growled with alien pleasure, his hands roaming over the virgin terrain of Angela’s golden body.
Angela cried as Ratchet thrust his warm member into her warm pulsating vagina. Sasha held Angelas quivering chin in her hands, staring into her pleading eyes. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite” Sasha said with a feline grin. She slapped Angela on her shoulder, leaning backwards against the soft cushions lining Angela’s bed, watching the coupling of Angela and Ratchet unfold before her.
Ratchet recoiled backwards, thrusting inside of Angela once again, penetrating deeper with every repeated drive into Angela’s rippling vagina. Ratchet growled with alien pleasure, digging his razor claws into Angela’s tough, muscled ass. Sasha clasped her lips around Angelas, stifling her laboured cries as Ratchet ripped her virgin innocence from her. Sasha roamed freely across Angela’s mouth once again, the dual strikes preventing Angela from retaliating, Sasha tasting the essence she had left behind on her last incursion.
Sasha cooed into Angela’s waiting mouth, drowning in the shared lust of the moment. She reached down to break the tie holding her loose cloak in place, letting the dark material cascade down her back, pooling as a dark stain against the bright blue carpeting.
Sasha broke the clasp around her neck, the dark purple shirt opening to reveal the dark brown fur beneath. She tickled the pink nipple standing erect before them, hardening as it hit the cold night air that surrounded them. Sasha’s head threw backwards; overcome by the sudden rush of sexual energy as the engorged nerves of her breast were stimulated by the light touch of her gloved hand, no longer impeded by the brassiere she had already discarded, eager to remove any impediment to her sexual enjoyment.
Sasha slipped her shirt away from her skin, removing the last obstacle to her desire. She pulled Angela’s head up sharply, thrusting her lips into Sasha’s waiting breast. She whisked her tongue across Sasha’s nipple, stimulating and exciting every living nerve in her breast, making her twitches and movements dance to Angela’s soft tune. Suddenly that tune turned harsh, Angela’s jaws biting down on Sasha’s sensitive tip making her lurch backwards, freeing the delicate nub from Angela’s jaw.
Sasha sneered down at Angela, Angela expected harsh retribution in response to her unexpected move. However Sasha’s response was not what she had expected. Sasha sparked the collar wrapped around Angelas neck, sending a flare of pain coursing through her. “Did I tell you to stop?”
Angela sneered, opening Pandora’s box Angela thrust her lips against Sasha’s petite nipple, sucking harshly against the delicate flesh. She groaned with primal lust, a delicate stream of saliva escaping her lips as she sloshed her wet tongue against the nip of her nipple, tasting every fragment of flavour that cascaded freely from her breast.
Sasha held her switch in a shaking hand, struggling to maintain a hold on it. Angela fought to maintain her tight seal over Sasha’s breast, a steady stream of saliva dribbling down her chin.
“Harder, harsher” Sasha cried, desperate to embrace the rough and tumble of feline, alien sex. Sasha reached forwards, grasping Ratchet’s powerful thigh in her feline grip, forcing him to slow his heavy pounding into Angela’s now well used pussy. Sasha pressed into Ratchet’s thigh, dislodging his engorged member from her tight pussy, a fine cocktail of ratchets and Angela’s juices flowed freely from her dripping snatch.
Sasha wrapped her feline fingers around Ratchet’s cock, her hands become slick with juice. She twiddled her fingers over her gapping mouth, letting the slick fluid drip freely into her waiting mouth. The delectable taste drove her lustfully insane, craving the taste of the real thing to be surrounded by her purse lips.
Sasha thrust her lips against Ratchet’s pulsating member once again- moaning deeply as her tongue slickened with Ratchet and Angela’s delicious juices washed over her.
She clutched her feline claws around Ratchet’s member- tickling every engorged nerve and causing Ratchet to spasm and flail- gripping into the tough muscle of Angela’s butt cheeks. Sasha continued to thrust her hand along the length of Ratchets member- assisted by the salty cocktail which allowed her to tickle every delicate crevice with unmatched speed and ferocity never experienced before.
Ratchet could feel the pressure boiling up inside of him- fighting to keep it retained within him upon fear of the pain of another volley of electric arcs coursing through his body. Sasha noticed the pained expression across his face “Go on Ratchet, let go. Let me taste you”
But Ratchet didn’t believe a word of it- for every kind world to cascade from her sirens tongue was matched by the harsh strike of her scorpion’s tail. So he withheld through the immense pleasure Sasha was inflicting upon him. But Sasha was in no mood to be denied, or left dripping. Instead she reached for the remote buried beneath a sea of sheets and discarded clothing. She hit the switch, sending a fresh jolt of powerful sparks of electricity pulsating through him. With her lips securely around his cock she only received a mere shadow of the pain Ratchet was experiencing, and the mild shock only encouraged Sasha further.
Ratchet however could not hold off the unrelenting pain as well as retain his hold over his pleasure- he had to relent. He let fly with a flurry of spurts into Sasha’s waiting mouth- drenching her in the delicious, salty liquid. She drank up every coming drop, cooing gleefully as every drop cascaded into her mouth.
Sasha threw her head back in pleasure, letting herself fallback against the soft pillows beneath her. She pulled the two Lombaxes close to her chest, the soft beat of Sasha’s heart lulling the two primal beasts into a deep slumber.
Ratchets eyes snapped wide open, searching the darkened room. He raised his head from Sasha’s soft chest, noticing the two bare creatures lying out before him, a sight which was sure to excite any warm blooded male into a primal frenzy of excitement. But Ratchet was determined to make effective use of this situation.
He reached around to the clasp holding his collar in place. He accessed the underlying system of wires. The machine bleeped happily as Ratchet successfully managed to short out the security features employed by Pox to keep his contestants under tight control. He removed the metallic binding, taking care not to disturb the delicate device any further.
He checked on the others, still unmoving and silent. He noticed the remote still clutched tightly in Sasha’s feline paw. He had to wrest it away from her. He slipped his claws beneath her surprisingly light arm- reaching for the small piece of electronics which would decide his foreseeable fate. Sasha suddenly stirred- clutching the remote even closer to her chest.
Ratchet carefully slid the remote away from the slumbering girls’ loose grip, the cool metal scrapping against her erect nipples, causing her to unconsciously shudder as shockwaves cascaded through her body. With the target clear of Sasha’s grip he gently lowered her arm back into place, wrapping it tightly around her body to retain the warmth wavering out of her.
Ratchet grasped Angela’s shoulder, lightly shaking her out of her slumber. Angela’s eyes fluttered open, Ratchet planted his finger over her lips to stifle whatever questions she was preparing to barrage him with. “I promised I’d help you” Ratchet whispered softly. He turned Angela’s head softly, giving himself easier access to the control panel
“What are you doing?” Angela whispered, unsure of exactly why she was speaking in hushed tones but was content to go along with it for the time being. He indicated his own bare neck, showing his lack of restraining collar. “Is this safe?”
“This is the one Al reverse engineered from the original- the wirings set up a little different, but I am sure I can crack it”
“How sure” Angela seemed a little concerned.
A hiss reverberated off the walls, indicating that Ratchet had been true to his word, successfully managing to crack his way through the enhanced layers of complex security systems and free Angela from her metallic shackles. Ratchet removed the collar, removing any false medium of control Sasha may have had over her.
“Right, help me get Sasha into the ship and I’ll take her back to the Phoenix. And I am deeply sorry about any of the pain either of us may have caused you; I promise we won’t tell anyone about this”
Ratchet began to gather up his discarded clothes, but Angela stopped him, gripping his arm tightly. “Actually...” She glanced at the sleeping Sasha. “I have a better idea”
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