The Life Giver 2 ( rape nc sci-fi furry ) by David Farr Reproduction, either electronic or hard copy, is premissible as long as no alterations are made and no fee is charged beyond reproduction costs. A Date with Hell -------------------------------- New York starport customs was always a busy place, had been since it's construction a decade earlier. As one of three legal landing points on earth for extra-terrestrial vebhicle, a large portion of the alien tourists, businessmen and diplomats moved through its halls. For the most part the customs proceedings were automated, however the humans of earth preferred to have a living person working at most stations, so there were plenty of jobs on offer. Sarah Miller worked at one of the final customs officials who got to sit behind a desk and ask people a long series of boring questions. She doubted that neither her inteligence nor her degree, more likely it was because she looked like a poster girl for the airlines, not a threatening height, brown-blonde hair and just on the beauty side of plain. Still, jobs were hard to find as earth, no Terra, went through a period of change as new technology flooded in from other worlds. Sarah had just finished with with a Kareenii, the feline race, when a young human stepped up to her desk. He was tall, with pale skin and dark hair and a pair of face hugging sunglasses on. Hovering behind and right of him just over head height was a small sphere, which appeared to be made of emerald. Sarah took the offered passport card and placed it in the reader. She smiled at the man. "Welcome to Terra Mr Krake, I just have a few questions for you, then you can continue right through to baggage claim." The man nodded, so she continued. "Are you carrying any nonstandard technologies?" "PDA and Dios forge, I have permits." The man's voice sent a shiver down Sarah's spine, why she didn't know. "Do you have any living creature or plant, or part of a creature or plant that is not Terran in origin?" The man shook his head. "Have you been convicted of any crime that has resulted in your incariation for more than one GC standard year?" Again the man shook his head. "The purpose of your stay?" The man shrugged. "Private research." "Duration?" "Three days." Now what kind of research can you do in three days, thought Sarah, then continued with her questioning. ***** Everyday after work Sarah went to the New York metro museum, to have lunch with an off-world profeesor she had met who was working there. The pair had met only a few days before Sarah had lost her job at the museum, Terran archealogists just weren't in as much demand, as the alien's had methods and technologies that invalidated most of their skills. It was Sarah's hope that in time she would get together enough money to reskil in the advanced techniques, but for now, she just had to wait. Passia was a Herati, a furred spieces similar to a raccoon. Physically she was shorter than most of her human colleges, and was often called cuddley. Not that she was fat for her race, just that all tended to be fairly well padded. She was a well respected historian from a world called Yessita, and had come to earth, like many aliens, to investigate the dinosaurs that had once ruled the earth. Because all the worlds had been seeded, it was unlikely two races would rise to a point of dominance, as had happened on Terra. This of course caused interest from all sectors of the galaxy, and many theories were batted about, theories that only the extremely reclusive Terrus Lor could confirm or deney. Still many scholars were making or breaking their careers on the topic, and everyone spent their time hoping that Terrus Lor would keep silent on the matter, as he had on so many others. Passia greeted her lunch partner as she shuffled over to the table in the museum's restraunt. The restraunt sat on a mezzanine floor and Passia's and Sarah's table let them look down on the main display area, which currently contained the skeleton of a T-Rex. The pair sat munching away at the meal, discussing their day and generally gossiping. When Passia excused herself to pay for the meal, Sarah took to watching the room below. She had watched the green ball bobbing across the room for a while before realising what she was looking at. She stood up and leaned over the railing to gaze at the crowd. Sure enough, the strange man she met at work was standing in front of the skeleton, looking up at it, pointing a pendant her wore around his neck at it. After a few seconds he glanced at the device, shook his head, then moved around to stand at another point. "Hey friend, what are youu looking at?" asked Passia form behind her. "That strange man I was telling you about, he's down there doing something with the T-Rex bones." Passia looked over the railing and Sarah pointed him out. "Oh, that's Licos Krake, he's a Terrus Probe specialist. Knows all there is to know about the seeding probes that gave us all life. Come on, I'll introduce you." Passia grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her down to the lower floor, and then over to Licos. "Hi Licos, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. She's a local archealogist." Licos looked up at Sarah, then back down at the shorter Paasia. "Hello Passia, hello again miss." He returned to looking at the device. Passia shrugged. "Sarah said she met you when you came through customs this morning, and now she finds you standing here doing, what are you doing anyway?" Licos gave Sarah what must have been a long suffering look, but she couldn't be sure because he still wore the sunglasses. "Passia, I'm trying to get a reading on the fossils. I might be able to create a decent gene-matrix." Once more he returned to his work. "That means you have a Dios forge, can I see it." Licos was about to retort when Sarah interupted. "What is a Dios forge?" Licos looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Probably one of the reasons you work at customs. It uses physical characteristics and any available gene data to reverse engineer the gene programming used by Terrus Lor to create us. Allows us to cut through a lot of the speculation you get with a find." Passia nodded. "But they're really complex and hard to get access to. Not to mention expensive. I can't believe that you brought one to Terra with you." "Com lines," Licos said simply. "And I so wanted to see one in action." Licos turned and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I tell you what, you and Sarah come to my hotel tomorrow night, and I'll show you the output. Now can I get back to my work." He moved away towards some of the other exhibits. "How's that, not only did you get to meet an expert in his field, he's invited us to his room for an evening." ***** The following evening, at Passia's bequest, Sarah wore her best evening dress. The pair met at Passia's apartments and headed off to Licos' hotel. Unfortunately the nearest parking was some distance from the hotel, so the pair ended up walking through the city night. As they rounded a corner a man came up behind Sarah and put his arms around her saying. "Surprise honey!" he quickly added, so that only she could hear. "I have disruptor, scream and die." Sarah stiffened at the threat as Passia continued on for a few steps.Realising that her friend had stopped, she turned, about to ask a question. The look of horror on her friends face said it all. Moments later a van pulled up along side them and Sarah's assailant said, "Now we're all going for a ride. Neither of you is going to scream unless you want a long painful death." Passia nodded and entered the van when the side door opened, followed by Sarah and their kidnapper. The windows of the van were fully blacked out, leaving the pair no idea where they were headed. They rode in silence, the man sitting opposite them undressing them with his eyes. Sarah found it strange that the human would be interested in the Hesati, but never the less. "It won't be long before we're missed, a friends expecting us," Passia announced. "So?" the man asked. "He'll call the police, and they'll find us." The man laughed. "Don't know much about Terran police do you? They don't start looking for a local day. Makes this place a paradise for us." "What do you mean?" "By this time tommorrow, you'll be dead and your friend here will be on a ship headed for Darsavian space." Passia recoiled back. "You're Darsavian slavers!" she exclaimed. "That's horrible." Sarah looked between the two. "What's a Darsavian?" she asked. The other two both looked at her, surprised. "An ugly race with a strange penchant for humans. They like owning them, abusing them, and worse. They hire unscrupulus men like these to kidnap people like you for them. One of their races is an elder race, so there's not much anyone can do about it." Passia explained, forgetting her position for a moment. The man sneered at her. "Which means you, my dear, are headed for the auction, while your Hesati friend is worthless, so she just gets killed." Sarah swallowed hard, while Passia went into a staring contest with the thug. A long time later the van pulled into a warehouse, it's engine coming to an idle then shutting off. The side door was thrown open and the pair of women shoved out. Ten others stood in the warehouse, watching the pair of ladies. The thug stepped out of van behind them. "Well gentlemen, they're all yours. My contacts will be here tomorrow morning to pay you and pick up the human. Until then you can do anything you want, just remember, anything permanent done to her comes out of her price." And with that he headed off. The gang leader wandered around the scared women. "Grab 'em and string 'em up," he spat. Rough hands grab the pair and dragged them over to a couple of sets of chains hanging from the support beams. As chains were wrapped around their wrists and ankles Sarah's resolve broke and she started to scream. "Gag the bitch, she ain't got nothing to scream about, yet." The leaders comment brought laughter from his men as someone silenced silenced Sarah with a dirty rag. "Let's start with the human, so we don't get carried away with her. Get a knife and strip her." Sarah felt the knife against her skin and the tearing of the material as she was stripped. left naked for her captors to view. The leader walked up to Sarah, and grabbed her breasts. "Everyone remember what we did to the lawyer bitch?" There were laughs and jeers indicating that they did. One of the quicker members of the gang returned moments later, handing a pair of alligator clips attached to wires to the leader. One of the clips was applied to her right nipple, then the leader smiled. "Maybe we should let her scream." He reached up and yanked the rag from her mouth, then applied the other clip to her left nipple. Sarah's scream filled the warehouse as the current ran through her body. When the pain finally stopped, her throat was raw from screaming. She could hear Passia throwing curses at her tormentors. "Someone break out the alien gear the man gave us and muzzle the 'coon," the leader drawled. Sarah's breathing was hard. "Bastards." Her voice no longer sounded right. "Aww, the little girl knows bad words, we should punish her for that. Someone fetch me the strap." The strap was shortly placed in his waiting ahand. "I'm going to give you twenty lashes girl, and you're going to count every one. If you don't, we'll just keep hitting you." Sarah heard the lash whistled through the air and then strike her back. She jerked forward. "That's one slut." The leader announced, thn struck her back. "That's still one." A third lash struck her. "One!" Sarah cried. The strap struck further down her back. "Two!" Then on her unprotected arse. "Three!" Again on her arse, this time harder. "Four!" Once more her behind was struck. "Five!" She heard the leader move and then the strap struck across her belly.After a moment she remembered to count. "Six!" The next blow landed, again across her belly. "Seven!" Sarah tensed her stomach muscles, only to recieve a strike across her left breast. "Eight!" she cried in anguish. Another blow landed on her, this time the right breast "Nine!" Again her right breast. "Ten!" Again her left breast. "Eleven!" Again her right breast. "Twelve!" Again her left breast, "Thirteen!" Again her right breast. "Fourteen!" Again her left breast. "Fifiteen!" The leader moved to stand in front of her, a wicked smile on his face. His hand snapped up, bringing the the strap hard up between her legs. Sarah screamed, then cried "Sixteen!" Again the strap struck her sex. Another agonising scream and "Seventeen!" Three more times the strap struck her most private parts. Three more times her scream pierced the air. Three more times she counted her punishment. The leader turned from her. "That was fun, anyone else want a go?" Answers weren't forthcoming as the sound of a door opening echoed through the building. "Ah, that'll be the others, with the rest of the fun." A single bark from a dog brought more laughter from the group. "Cut down the bitch and tie her over a crate. We don't want rover to have to fight her, do we?" Sarah didn't struggle as she was dragged over to the crate and tied down. She didn't make a sound as the dog was led over to her. She did let out a scream as the dog entered her, taking her virginity. Her world collapsed, and all she knew was the animal pleasure of the fucking she was getting. Passia watched as her friend was raped by the creature, surprised by the sounds of pleasure coming from the broken women. Fear coursed through her as the gang leader approached her. "Now what should we do with the 'coon." He picked up a heavy metal bar, then swung it into her stomach. The blow should have bent her in half, except that hanging as she was limited her movement. "I got a better idea boss," a ganger called. "Let's shave the 'coon so we can see the marks." ***** When they finally released Passia from her chains she collapsed into a bloody heap. The nanites in her blood had long ago stopped the pain, and were currently the only thing keeping her from coma. One eye was sealed shut by bruises, the other one stared slightlessly upon the world. He denuded body was criss-crossed with blood read marks and long cuts. Blood cover one breast, the result of a stab. She had lost an ear, ripped off by one of the the gangers, her other ear filled with holes. Burn marks covered her body, including both breasts, while all of her limbs contained broken bones. Totally numb and blind, senses almost nonexistance, she was never aware of being rolled onto her front. She could hear people talking, although her brain refused to process the speech. She never felt the saw biting into her tail. Sarah once more came back to herself, she heard the strange sawing sound. She was aware of what she had been through, after the dog had finished with her the gang had each had turns fucking her, some taking her mouth. Now she looked up, to see one of the gangers sawing off Passia's tail. Sarah threw up, onto someone's shoes. "Hey, the bitch is awake, now we can ..." the ganger was cut off by a dull thud, and he collapsed to the ground. "Hey," yelled the leader. "You can't do that. Prepare to die scumbag." "Shut up and fight." The voice was calm, and Sarah found it familar, but couldn't place it. The sounds of a scuffle ensured, then swearing and the running of many feet. Sarah heard the newcomer moving, then swear. A flash of green light caused her to turn her head. The stranger was kneeling where Passia had been, but was now strangely absent. The stranger walked and knelt down before her. Sarah found herself gazing into Licos' silver eyes. He raised his pendant, then there was a second green flash.