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Deadlocked Collar	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Ratchet & Clank Views: 5811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 4- Ratchet and Angelas Deadlocked Collar

Ratchet secured the metallic binding around Sasha’s neck. The device chirped happily as the final pin engaged- ensuring the device was fully secure and near impossible for the wearer to remove.
Ratchet slinked back lightly, careful not to disturb the slumbering beast and unleash her unrivalled furry before the time was right. He glanced over to his partner “Ready?”
Angela smiled sweetly- giving him a curt nod of approval to proceed. Ratchet retrieved the remote, running the pad of his thumb over the controls- enjoying the feel of the soft plastic against his fur. He slammed the digit down harshly on the switch- engaging the device in a flurry of invisible sparks that danced across Sasha’s fur.
She was rudely awakened from her light slumber- instinctively throwing her claws against her neck, trying desperately to rip the source of the pain away from her skin- and only succeeding only in scrapping her nails against the impregnable metal uselessly.
When the pain finally subsided, and her vision cleared, she took the opportunity to decipher exactly what had just transpired. Then she finally realized it, snapping her head around she discovered her answer. Ratchet emerged from the shadows, brandishing her remote in his clawed hand. The hunter had become the hunted and the slave the master. “Like the new arrangement?”
Sasha bowed her head- defeated. “I guess I had to expect something like this, very rarely does the master taunt the caged beast with a bloody morsel- and not get bitten themselves once the cage is released. Quite ironic I should say- I come here seeking to quench my thirst for pleasure and it only leads to my entrapment”
Ratchet laughed “I consider it more to be poetic justice” His smirk grew. “But I believe there’s someone else here wishing to obtain her retribution”
Upon her cue Angela stepped out of the shadows- her devilish stance mimicking Ratchet’s. Sasha found this to be an even greater strike to her already diminished pride- but she would have to endure it or be branded by her own collar. She sighed pathetically; her keen military mind could see no way to free her from this situation. Military logic gave only one opportunity- surrender.
Sasha bowed her- holding out her arms in submission. Ratchet stepped forward- holding her chin in his fingers. She raised her head her eyes staring into his. Ratchet’s eyes scanned across her features, he nodded. Ratchet stepped backwards- standing next to Angela in the shadows. He whispered something into her ear- whisking around her as he melded into the shadows- taking the remote from her hand. Angela mimicked his smirk.
Ratchet looked back towards Sasha. “Looks like Angela is eager to see what you can do” Angela stepped forward with elegant grace, clasping her hands over Sasha’s taut shoulders, massaging the tense muscles but in no way calming Sasha’s building fears at the prospect of the coming pain.
Suddenly a surge of electricity coursed through her body, making her cringe in sudden pain. Angela leapt on top of Sasha- Sasha unable to fight her weight thanks to the electricity hijacking her muscles. Angela pinned the shorter girl to the bed- their eyes meeting, Sasha’s with grim determination at her defeat, Angela’s burning with desire at her victory over her captor.
Angela clasped her puckered lips against Sasha’s- forcing her tongue past Sasha’s slippery lips. Angela’s tongue delved deeper into Sasha’s mouth- searching for every virgin untouched region of skin she had yet to savour. She quickly found them all- enjoying the unparalleled pleasure of being able to enjoy the act at her own pace- no longer being forced to dance to the tune of another.
Angela retracted herself- slithering her serpents tongue down Sasha’s furry cheek, tasting the salty droplets of sweat that beaded on the surface of her fur. She returned her tongue back up the length of Sasha’s face- flattening the loose tufts of fur protruding out before her.
Angela retracted herself- once again scanning her eyes across Sasha’s surface as if appraising her worth. When her eyes met Sasha’s jutting chest barely restrained by her brassiere. Angela’s heart rate audibly increased.
She reached out to touch the inflated tip. Sasha hissed as the sensitive nub was excited once again- eliciting a light quiver that cascaded through her body. But the pleasure was short lived however. Angela quickly retracted the finger swiftly- content to give out her desires at her own pace.
Sasha thrust her chest forward- attempting to re-establish the connection between her breast and Angela’s finger. But Angela caught the flesh in midflight- lowering her lips against the frilly material that contained her breasts. Angela’s bladed teeth snatched the nub between them. Sasha yelped lightly- her lips cringing as the mild pain coursed through her. She eventually began to see the enjoyable side of the pain- her claws flailing wildly in an attempt to find purchase.
Angela pulled the material back with her bladed teeth- separating Sasha’s bra from her furry flesh. She brought the material taut- barely hanging on the brink. The material suddenly broke itself free- snapping back against the soft skin of Sasha’s breast. She yelped in pain- a sparking shockwave convulsing through her.
She brought her hand up to cover her wounded flesh in a warm covering that helped to soften the pain. Angela clutched Sasha’s hand in hers- her golden yellow fur encapsulated Sasha’s dark brown hand. Angela guided Sasha’s hand further up her breast- hooking Sasha’s bladed fingers beneath the silky material.
She pulled the material southwards, releasing Sasha’s plump breast from its fabric confines. Sasha hissed lightly- the cold bite intensifying tenfold as her last line of defence was removed. Angela leapt on Sasha’s plump breast- lapping away the scented flavour that clung to her meagre patch of exposed skin across her nipple. She slashed her tongue against the soft nipple- assaulting it, exciting it from all directions.
Sasha tried to keep up with Sasha’s fast erratic movements. She met every upward slash with a downward thrust, every sideways cut with an opposing punch. But she could only keep pace for so long- finally realizing that her weakened position she didn’t have much chance in overcoming Angela. Instead she did the only thing that she could do. Surrender.
She let her body go slightly limp, letting she become swept up in the uncontained joy of the moment, letting Angela dictate her every movement. Sasha was now well and truly hers. Angela decided to utilize her newly developed hold over her partner. She reached out with a furry paw- she clutched her fingers against Sasha’s free nipple, squeezing the sensitive tip in her thin fingers. Sasha contained her deep seeded pleasure- eager to avoid a painful flurry of electric sparks from that demandable collar that was still lashed tightly around her neck.
Angela tweaked the enraged nipple through her delicate bra- Sasha found this sudden yelp harder to contain- a hiss of air flowed quickly past her lips, despite her efforts to contain it. Angela however still managed to hear the soft sigh beneath their laboured breathes and the harsh breeze that passed beyond the window.
However this time she did not see fit to punish Sasha for her outburst- instead she decided to reward her by clamping her teeth against the material of her bra still clinging tightly too one of her breasts. She yanked the soft material free, delighted to see another of Sasha’s breast ready for tasting. Angela leapt onto the breast- assaulting the flesh with far more virility than she had previously. Sasha revelled in the building pleasure that threatened to overflow and consume her.
Angela, unrelenting in her advance, continued to press her lips against Sasha’s tit. Her hands however, previously engaged in tweaking and exciting the mound of Sasha’s breast, suddenly slithered around the back of Sasha’s back- feeling for the clasp which stubbornly held the material in place. She found it with relative ease- however releasing its tight grip was an entirely different matter.
She found it difficult to keep a hold on the clasp as her tongue caressed Sasha’s bare skin- impossible to remove it.
So instead she decided to enlist some assistance. “Ratchet”
The Lombax seemed to pluck up at the mention of his name, already heavily aroused by watching the delectable show unfold before him. “Yes Angela?”
“I think I’m going to need a little help in removing this little obstacle” She smirked. Ratchet accepted, trading one master of desire for another- A Cazar, for a Lombax.
He stepped forward out of the shadows- dressed in the jumpsuit he had re-donned in order to hold off the harsh advance of the cold. He took another step forward- rounding the side of the bed, contemplating the offer. “And what is it you can offer me?”
Angela smirked evilly “I go high- you go low”
Ratchets accepting smile grew. “Deal”
Ratchet sat against the pillows behind Sasha- reaching forward and breaking the clasp with ease. The strands cascaded down Sasha’s sides- slapping against her brown furred sides. Ratchet scratched his bladed claws across her tight back- leaving thin trails of disturbed fur in his wake. Sasha growled deeply with each joyful inch. “I think she’s starting to enjoy this” Angela spoke gleefully.
Ratchet smiled “Indeed- I guess the Presidents little daughter is not so innocent after all”
Ratchet leaned in towards Sasha’s quivering neck, latching his lips against her warm flesh, sucking intently on the wettened flesh. He slashed his tongue across the delectable fur, tasting every drop of salt drenched sweat he encountered.
Angela pressed her force into Sasha’s chest, toppling her over as she collapsed into the pile of ruffled sheets beneath her- Angela lying on top of her, their heaving bosoms pressing into each other- Angela utilizing her given momentum to press her lips against Sasha’s, her tongue managing to push past her lips before her defences could be brought to bear. This allowed her free roam across familiar and already conquered territory, the delectable taste bringing her back to the desirable mind set of pure lust. Giving her the emotional mind set she would require too ravage Sasha in a way she had envisaged since she had gained control of that demandable collar that had given Sasha so much control and joy- but now it was Angela’s to command.
Angela slithered her tongue down Sasha’s exposed neck, leaving delicious trail of wet saliva in her wake. Ratchet leapt onto Sasha’s now free mouth- enjoying every new flavour and taste archived within her mouth since the beginning of this experience, and perhaps ones before it. The delectable cocktail drove her into a frenzied lust as she thrust her tongue deeper into the crevices of the girl’s mouth.
Angela utilized Sasha’s preoccupation with Ratchet to slip her delicate underwear from right underneath her, discarding the delicate fabric too parts unknown and not really caring regardless. Ratchet eased himself clear of Sasha’s mouth- Sasha realizing what she had succumbed to while under their witches influence.
She lay on the bed- exposed to the feral lusts of the two crazed Lombaxes surrounding her. Seeing no effective avenue of escape she decided to play along, and she exactly how much pleasure she could obtain for herself.
“Oh I’m naked and vulnerable to you two big and powerful Lombaxes” She feigned peril as best as she could. “Whatever are you planning?” In truth Sasha would be more than happy to embrace any perverted, debased things Ratchet and Angela had planned to inflict upon her in their crazed scheme of revenge- but she didn’t mind playing the victim, if only for a little while.
“Well, it seems our little ‘captive’ is beginning to appreciate our administrations” Angela smirked from her position resting her chin against Sasha’s dark brown stomach.
Ratchet smirked “Well why don’t we she what she’s capable of” Ratchet, before continuing his advance over Sasha’s body discarded his remaining plates of armour, eager to dispense with idle foreplay and instead indulge in the full act that had so far persistently eluded him.
With the boundary removed he touched the tip of semi-erect member against her lips. Sasha graciously accepted it into her- her warm lips massaging the soft flesh to full height. Sasha cooed gleefully- her goal reached she decided to enjoy the ripening fruit of her labours. Angela decided to indulge in the same. She planted her wettened lips against Sasha’s gapping pussy, her tongue slashed against her- exciting them both into a frenzy of desire that caused Sasha’s body to convulse to the uncontrolled waves of pleasure that rippled through them.
Angela reached up too her chest, feeling blindly for her own breast. She caressed the soft flesh beneath the fabric of her bra. She made an attempt to pry the fabric away from her. But the soft silk refused to yield to her administrations- unwilling to slow her advance on Sasha’s delectable snatch she was forced to remove the rebellious garment blind, her wide eyes being buried into Sasha’s light brown fur.
But despite her best efforts she failed to remove it- instead she decided to throw discretion to the wind, tearing the delicate garment aside with a quick slash of her extended claws, the torn fragments of fabric collapsing on either side of her.
She shrugged the fabric from her shoulders to ensure that it couldn’t slow her any longer. Angela buried her puckered lips harder against Sasha’s opening pussy- draining every drop that cascaded from her gapping maws. Sasha dropped her head against the pillows- her mind awash with primal pleasure that resonated through her.
Ratchet utilized Sasha’s submission to force himself deeper, tapping the very tip of his engorged penis against the back of her throat. Sasha quickly recovered- moving her lips in time to Ratchets thrusts. After securing the first rhythm she began to move hers hips in time to Angela’s feral tongue that slashed against her- the timely movements causing the pleasure to boil up inside the both of them. The fluttering embers that had emerged from their shared administrations now grew- consuming the three of them in its soothing burn.
The pleasure finally reached its peak for all involved simultaneously- each of them letting fly with their delectable juices- Sasha’s mouth filling with Ratchet’s warm semen. Her pussy opened up to allow a free movement of her warm juices into Angela’s waiting mouth. Angela’s drenched pussy slithered her wetness down her quivering leg to stain the carpet beneath her.
Ratchet’s legs buckled beneath his weight, collapsing in on them and throwing him down against the soft pillows at the head of the bed. Sasha laid atop the ruffled sheets, her heart pounding and her chest heaving. Angela lay broken and drained at the foot of the bed- she clawed herself on top, collapsing limp beside Sasha.
Sasha was the first to recover, raising herself up onto her elbow. “That was fun. But next time, you wear the collar”
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