Trouble with his Partner.

Max felt very tired in a way that had nothing to do with a pure bodily weakness. It was like her mind was paralyzed. It seemed like every idea or though she had would simply slip out of her brain like a piece of wet soap in her hands.

Max took a deep breath and calmed her mind down. She concentrated her sliding thoughts trying relax her body, try to smile and look harmless. So she walked down the street toward the officer. Her only fortune was, - oddly enough, that he was alone. Max couldn?t remember a time when there weren't at least two cops on a checkpoint. But, why quarrel with the fate. She really could use some luck.

Right when she saw that the Cop had noticed her coming down the street, she saw that she was wrong with her assessment that he was alone. Manticore was a big company that had made it?s money with many projects. They had not only worked for military but also for the police and protection companies. One of Manticore's creations made for the police was a very special "Watchdog".

They where as tall as a Calf, with the body shape of a Bulldog and the head of a Doberman, but with razor-like teeth. They made them very strong and quick and lowered their ability to feel pain. To make it easier to work with them they where semi-intelligent, - they could even speak some easy words and good-natured as long as their owner was in no danger. Kids could play with them.

But on order, - or when they felt attacked, they where merciless killing machines.

And much to Max's dismay she couldn't handle dogs, she hated them, and they hated her. These Animals where rare in this time, but some where still in use by the police, and for a cop they where as good, or sometimes better that a human partner.

It now was too late for Max. She was too near to the guard to flee, and in her strange condition she was sure that the Dog would catch her immediately, not to think what he would do to her. Her only hope was that she could convince the cop of her harmlessness.

The Dog began to growl and stand guard as Max approached the barrier, causing the Cop to look surprised at him. Max came closer, wary, watching for the Dog, that his owner tried to clam down with words.

With a shy smile and her hands open for all to see, she stands before the Cop, a not too bad looking man. He looked friendly, but had his gun ready. The Dog growled louder, sensing in Max this hateful relating with a Cat.

"Hello, Officer. Hope you can control your K9. Dog's don't like me." smiled Max in apology.

The Cop looked angry when suddenly the dog let out a loud that sounds like "Caaaattt."

"If you make no false moves or have something dangerous or forbidden to hide you are safe from him. Also from me. Now, show me your ID." he ordered. Again he talked soothing to his dog. For a short moment the Animal was quiet, but then starts low growling again.

"Oh, - yeah, - my ID. That's my problem." Max pretended to stammer in Embarrassment. "Now, - See, - when I left home I"

The dog that has been sitting nervously stood up and barked at Max. The worried Cop now was angry with it and shouted: "Down ! Down and be quiet!"

To Max's great horror her brain **** her body to obey. She felt to her knees and laid down on the dirty street. The now confused Cop aimed surprised by that quick move his gun and the dog was barking enraged. Sometimes a relative clear: "Cat!" was to hear.

"Hey! What he hell are you doing? Are you Nuts? If I where nervous I could shoot you. Stand up." the Officer asked Max.

Then he looked at his dog, worrying about his abnormal hate for this nice little T&A. Now, while she was lying before him he could see that she had barely a chance to hide something dangerous in her flimsy gear. He must say that her tight pants made her butt look very sexy. The half shredded Shirt gave him a nice look at her firm tits and her hard nipples poked out under the fabric.

To his Dog he barked "Out! Heel! Come here and shut up!"

His eyes grow in amazement when Max obeyed his orders better than his dog. The Girl came silently crawling to his feet.

Max cried loud less. Her body was obeying to the commands for the cop?'s dog. She had **** but to do as he ordered and if he wasn't completely stupid he would find out what he could do with her. When she looked up she saw the disbelief in his face. A short Moment she had hope that this normal looking man would help her instead of exploiting her state, but then she could see how his eyes change their expression. He pointed with his gun at her head.

"Who are you? And don't lie to me!" he snarled his question. Max didn't know if he suspected anything but now she had ****. With low voice she answered:

"My Name is Max Guevara."

"Very nice, Max. Tell me what?s the matter with you? Are you stupid or only a little pervert?"

The dog growled again and its head was so near to hers that Max could feel his hot breath at her right ear. Without a chance to resist she told the Cop anything asked her. In Minutes he knew almost all about her and Manticore. When the interrogation ended she always was lying motionless on the ground.

An evil grin sneaked into the face of the cop. When Max had told who she was and that Manticore since years was heavy interested to catch her, his thoughts began to swirl around the Idea to hand her over and collect a great reward. If he made it right he cold become Money, but also he thought about a new Job. Why not work for Manticore itself ? It seemed much easier and safer that his job as cop in this shithole of a Town.

If he could play his card well, this little cunt was his Ticket to a much better life. But first he felt the need to make some tests with this will less little whore.

No one of his Comrades would work with him without strict order; because they all had found out he was, behind his harmless appearance, a sick, perverted bastard. The next moment Max had the misfortune to learn the same about him.

"My, my, Rokko! Now I can understand you. You had sensed that this bitch came from the same lab as you." he said to his pet and patted him at his neck. The mighty animal now was more docile than before. He looked up to his Master and asked hoarse "Bitch?"

"Ok, little whore. Let's see if you really must obey all of my orders. We will start our little test with a very easy order. Come here and lick my boots." he smiled evilly, holding his Boot in place.