Dubious meeting

It was a little after midday when we headed out into the rain drenched city. Cassandra seemed to know where to go and walked rather casually in that direction. I followed, much less self assured. At least the rain allowed us to wear hoods without arousing suspicion. The last thing I needed today was a bunch of crazy fans heckling me.

Of course Fisti and Beatrice stayed behind. It obviously wouldn't do to show up at some gangster hideout with a small army. We came to negotiate after all. That said, I didn't gave them an order to do so. I certainly wouldn't repeat the mistake I made with Aiju.

“I would like you to give us permission to act on our own discretion”, suggested Beatrice. “Just to make sure the safety orders don't screw us over when these malefactors come knocking.”

I agreed. That sounded only prudent. Obviously, I made sure that Fisti was still in charge. Last thing I need now is the cunning ex-witch pulling a fast one.

We moved in silence, with only the constant rain accompanying us. Cassandra didn’t seem to be in a particular talkative mood. I had to admit it was getting to me. “Are you sure you know the culprit?”

“The letter is a dead giveaway”, the huntress explained. “That signature stands for one particular, rather famous, group.”

“I mean, sure”, I argued. “But couldn’t that letter be a fake?”

The huntress laughed. “Some random mobster wouldn't be able to get inside the dorm in the first place. And they also seemed to be aware that you care enough about a lowly **** to throw a match.”

That was true. I didn't really spend all that much time with Aiju outside the dorm. Whoever did this had access to pretty private information.

“Then you have the prior matches of Miss Sexy-Knight. These where obviously fixed, I mean come on.” Cassandra groaned. “Only a moron wouldn't have seen that.”

They where?

“And they acted frighteningly fast as well. There was what? Maybe a five minute time window in which the cat could get napped?”, Cassandra continued with her explanation. “This is a job from someone who is both professional and has very close ties to the tournament. And well, as it happens, there is only one organization that fits the bill for that. The Sama Syndicate.”

“They sound dangerous.”

“Half the city’s council is in their pockets. And they own a major share in the **** Tournament Association. Getting on their bad side is usually not very healthy.”

“How do you know that much?” I was getting rather suspicious, especially given what Beatrice told me yesterday. The safety orders should assure Cassandra was on my side, but if this is indeed a tournament inside job, how “safe” where these orders really?

“I grew up in this shithole, remember? I know a lot about its shit stained laundry.”

For now, I decided to not press her further. It’s not that I had another choice but going along anyways.

Eventually we reached a seedy bar in a rather unsavory part of the entertainment district. There weren't many customers about at this time of the day and Cassandra exchanged a few words with the barkeep, before we took a seat, ordered drinks and waited.

An hour passed, then a second. I was getting nervous.

“This is their game”, Cassandra gave me a sly grin sipping on her fourth or fifth drink. “You wait, you get nervous. You get nervous, you make mistakes. Just relax, Daddy.” She poured me a glass.

Easier said then done.

After waiting another hour, two burly guys in suits entered the bar. They couldn't look more out of place if they tried and their purpose was made rather obvious by the fact that they beegirllined straight to us.

“Mr. Beta, I presume?”, spoke Suit 1

I nodded.

“Follow us”, demanded Suit 2.

“That's one hell of a greeting, Deltz”, Cassandra grinned up at the huge man. “You get uglier every time I see you. The least you could do is work on your manners.”

“Charming as always”, the man dubbed Deltz grunted. “Lets go, kid.”

I looked at Cassandra and she shrugged. Seems like this will be it. I took a deep breath and followed them.

Outside the bar waited a Upy-Carriage. Heavy black curtains where drawn so there was no telling where we'd ended up at. A somewhat lengthy ride followed and once we finally arrived at our destination Deltz demanded that we wore a fancy mask that basically functioned as a blindfold.

This sure was getting better by the minute.

“Yep, still likes her theatrics.” Cassandra sighed but nonetheless told me to not make a fuss as she swiftly put her Kalar mask on. “Leave the talking to me, alright? Last thing we need is you throwing a tantrum at a crime lord.”

“Sure...” I agreed, not particularly convinced.

Our two escorts made sure that the masks where on tight and allowed us out the carriage.

The air was cool and the sound of rain disappeared a while ago. Are we in a cave? No, based on the stench, sewer seemed more apt. Not exactly the place I expected a crime lord to reside.

I noticed someone grabbing my hand. “Watch your footing, daddy”, Cassandra cautioned.

“Daddy?”, asked one of our escorts(captors?).

“Yeah, he’s into some weird shit.”

“Not the time, Cassandra”, I growled.

After an eternity of blindly walking through this labyrinthine sewer system we finally arrived at what I hoped was our destination. Our escorts exchanged some words with some new guys and we where let through a door.

Finally, the guards took our masks off, allowing us to be greeted with some sort of underground changing room including showers. For a moment I almost wondered if we where back in the arena.

“No weapons past this point. Strip”, demanded Deltz.

Hah?

The weapons are one thing, but stripping?

“What, you didn't see this coming, Daddy?” Cassandra started handing Deltz her impressive arsenal of armaments. I honestly had no idea where she kept all this stuff. “Would be a shame if someone just went and poisoned their boss, wouldn't it?”

Arguing did no good, so I reluctantly handed my dirks over and started to strip out of my clothing.

Cassandra watched me with a sly grin on her face. “Don’t get a boner, alright?”

Shamefully, I immediately started blushing. If we survive this, Cassandra better get ready for one hell of a punishment.

“You too”, one of the grunts grunted towards Cassandra.

“Yes, yes”, the huntress slipped out of her clothes in her usual casual manner. “Oops, forget about that one”, and flicked Deltz a dagger. “Careful, big guy, that’s the poison one.”

Deltz barely managed to duck out the way in time. “Hope Daddy gives you a spanking after this, kid."

Soon enough we where both completely naked. I covered up my shame but that made things only more embarrassing.

“Oh for fucks sake!”, Cassandra cursed when Deltz unceremoniously inserted a finger into her vagina. “That's your payback?”

“What are you...gaaa!” The other guy did the same with my butt.

“Just regular procedure”, Deltz informed us. “They are clean. Proceed to the shower.”

“A-Are these guys for real?”, I whispered towards Cassandra.

“They are very anal about their security.”

Har Har.

Cassandra sighed pleasantly as the shower hit her. “Just be glad they aren't outright cuffing us. I’m not exactly on the best terms with their glorious leader.”

Give me handcuffs any day over this treatment.

After a very lengthy shower, things got moving again. We weren't given anything else to wear and had to follow along naked. The dank tunnel, that gave way to a changing room turned into a spiral staircase that led upwards. After a lengthy climb, one more checkpoint finally saw us emerging into what appeared to be a more habitable space. From the expensive furniture I could guess that we where now in a rather high class mansion.

We weren't alone either. Plenty of cute maids flitted around and some of them where not above sneaking a glance. It was rather embarrassing.

“Oh, get over it, daddy.” Cassandra rolled her eyes, having as always absolutely no qualms about being naked. “That's hardly the first time a boy saw your prick.”

“W-well, excuse me for not being an exhibitionist”, I grumbled. “...wait, what do you mean, boy?”

This walk of shame was thankfully relatively short as we where soon ushered through a particular expensive looking door. There, we got greeted with the sight of a young blonde woman in a pure white dress sitting on a throne-like golden chair behind a huge desk.

I was not expecting that.

“Welcome back, Cass and Mr. Beta, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The woman smiled politely, clearly not perturbed at all by our nakedness. “I must apologize for this rude treatment. Please take a seat. Would you care for some refreshments?”

The difference in status couldn’t possible have been more evident. Regardless I sat myself down. Cassandra apparently preferred standing.

“Lady Ojou-sama”, Cassandra spoke in a very flat voice. “Heard you have one of our pets.”

Despite the rather rude address, the lady kept her unwavering smile. “And I have heard you have become one. Would you want me to buy you?”

“Cassandra is not for sale”, I quickly interjected.

“I beg to differ. Everything has a price, although that price might not always be money.” The lady snapped her finger. “Bring the cat in.”

The door behind Ojou-sama opened. I was expecting to see Aiju, but instead a girl came crawling in. She wore cat ears, a collar and nothing else.

It took me a while to realize who that was. “You are Feena, the tournament fighter”, I blurted out. “What are you…?” I saw her last just a few hours ago.

Feena did not answer, although I noticed her blush and dripping wet pussy as she crawled towards Ojou-sama who patted her head. The girl meowed sadly. Cassandra didn’t seem particularly perturbed.

“She is a treasure hunter you see. But in order to enter all the dungeons and labyrinths of the free cities, she needs a license. It would be a simply thing for me to pull a few strings and have that license revoked.” There was a somewhat sharp edge in her voice. “Feena is smart enough to comply with our demands”

“Are you trying to threaten me?”

“Not at all.” Ojou-sama gave Feena a sharp slap on the butt and the degraded treasure hunter yelped. “Feena, go and provide Mr. Beta with some relief."

I crossed my legs right away. “That will not be necessary.”

The mob boss smiled at me. “Oh, but I insist. I want my guests to be well relaxed. Should you object, I will have Feena punished for it.”

“Is that your ****?”, Cassandra asked, now showing irritation for the first time. “Feena...”

“...has nothing to do with you”, Ojou-sama interjected. “Now, will I have to punish her for not fulfilling my order?”

The **** catgirl gave me a pleading look and I reluctantly let her access my dick. She skillfully got to work right away

“Really, I don't demand much”, Ojou-sama continued, witnessing the spectacle in front of her with a rather indifferent look. She snapped a finger and a maid swiftly lit a cigar for her. “Just a few favors every now and then and she can carry on with her life as usual.”

I was at a loss for words. There was a haughtiness in this lady, similar to Beatrice. But her pride felt more genuine, more earned.

“As for you, You will have to do even less. Simply surrender to the Sexy-Knight tomorrow and your little **** will be returned to you.” She puffed at her cigar.

“Messing with a fourth rounder is risky”, Cassandra argued. “Are you sure you aren't pushing too hard?”

For the first time the calm countenance of the mob boss changed to a predatory grin. “It was a flight of fancy, I admit. Nobody expected Mr. Beta here to get this far, certainly not past the witch of Miracles. But after his most skillful win the quotes for his next match have skyrocketed. Have you seen them, Cass? The payout for surrender is 1:500!”

“Too juicy a price to ignore”, surmised Cassandra.

“Didn't I always tell you? When an opportunity like this arises, you do not worry about risk, you pounce. You where always too cautious, and look where it got you”, the crime boss let out a short chuckle.

“W-what guarantee do I have...” I sucked in my breath as my desire to cum grew and grew. “That you will release Aiju after...”

“Your misgivings are understandable. But our bad reputation is woefully unfounded. You have my word, that if you surrender tomorrow we will return Aijuka Zoroi to you safe and sound. And my word is worth more then Hirara ore. I'm sure Cassandra can vouch for that.”

As if to agree with her mistress, Feena intensified her blowjob. I shuddered. “I-Is that so? Tell the truth, Cassandra.”

“Yeah”, Cassandra gave me a nod. “Ojou’s word carries a certain gravitas. She wouldn't lie about something like this.”

That was when Feena finally achieved her goal and got me off. I let out a small moan as the treasure hunter dutifully swallowed my load before crawling back to her mistress.

“Satisfied?”, Ojou-sama drew on her cigar. “To be perfectly honest, the fact that you got Cass as your **** contributed greatly to our decision.”

“Figured as much”, Cassandra narrowed her eyes. “You where planning on meeting us like this from the start. Could have spared us this whole card bullshit and just called.”

“You know each other?”, I asked, trying my best to subtly clean my dick from any residue.

“We used to be sisters. I value Cass greatly. And I believe there is no one more capable to vouch for my honesty then her.”

The huntress snorted at that.

“I want to see Aiju”, I demanded.

“Certainly”, another snap followed and this time actual Aiju was brought in. Bound and gagged as well as with a dildo in her pussy. She was moaning softly.

“Aiju!”, I screamed standing up which got numerous of the guards in the room to tense up.

Ojou-sama cared little for my outburst. “I apologize for the treatment. She still has that pesky order on her that makes her want to return to your room. I would appreciate if you get rid of that, for her comfort as well.”

“And the dildo?”, I asked with a low growl.

Before answering Ojou-sama took the time to drew on her cigar first. “Call it an artists inspiration. A cat in heat is rather adorable, wouldn't you say?”

It took all my willpower to not lounge at this bitch before me. Instead I gnashed my teeth and released Aiju from the order.

“Excellent.” Ojou-sama gave a pleased nod. “Do we have a deal then?“

“What if I refuse?”

“Mr. Beta. I believe you know the answer to that already.”