puppygirlsnplaythings:COLLABORATION:[This is another collaboration with @theac19, aka Captain Dan
puppygirlsnplaythings: COLLABORATION:[This is another collaboration with @theac19, aka Captain Daniel. As usual, the first bit came from Captain Daniel, and has some slight changes via yours truly. The second bit is my work. Enjoy! - M.]Daniel had been studying up on the illegal acquisition of many missing pet girls and bimbos in the recent months. Many of the girls had been abducted in the nation’s capital. “These have to be linked, no one just up and disappears in the empire,” Daniel thought. As he stood up and fixed his trademark suit—a gift from Maria when he first arrived—he walked out of his office with a file. The only thing the file had worth any value was an old address. Daniel got into his limo as his driver sat there waiting. He gave her the address and waited to arrive. When he did he looked at the old apartment building. He entered the run down building with disgust. After reaching the fourth floor, Daniel knocked on the door, as he waited a weak impish little man peered through the peephole. Before Daniel could even state why he was here the man yelled. “Go away we don’t appreciate you high classed fags here!”. At this Daniel simply shook his head. “I’m simply trying to find information about the missing assets in the area sir, I would appreciate it if you would calm-” He was interrupted by the man as opened the door and screamed “I told you to get lost!” As he said this he spit on Daniel’s suit, a grave mistake and on of Daniel’s biggest peeves. At that Daniel pushed his hand against the door and leaned into it and forced it open as he did the man behind the door fell onto the ground as Daniel walked closer a bimbo maid came out of the back office, “Master what was that? It was totally loud and oh who is this?” The Brazilian bimbo looked shocked and too high of value to belong to this pathetic excuse of a man. Daniel walked over to the girl and looked at her noticing an odd collar and then turned to the man. “This tech is illegal…this is one of those nanite override collars those new competitive companies are making. Where did you get it?” Daniel walked into the next room as the man crawled backwards to try to escape him. Daniel simply closed the door and returned a few minutes later as he walked over to the bimbo maid he touched the collar and then removed it as he looked at the girl he simply kissed her lips softly as if to wake her from a dream and then looked at the girl who was clueless as to her wear about or even how she got there having no memory of any previous owners or even being in the empire. Obviously this girl was taken from one of the free counties with ties to the empire’s extended control but was free. Daniel feeling bad for the girl took out a small needle filled with his own costume designed nanites and injected the girls arm. Either second her look of surprise turned into one of admiration and pure devotion. As the bimbo blushed she giggled and took Daniels hand. “Master can we like get out of here? It’s totally nasty in this place and I like totally need to thank you for like saving me!” Daniel simply smiled and escorted his new addition to his collect down to his car as he got in the bimbo instinctively took out his cock and began to suck her hero off. Daniel was troubled at this and with new information he was rather curious as to what the Dark Market was and if they had items like that collar, what type of women would they have and how could he gain access to this exclusive club? Daniel knew of only one person who would know and be able to get him a private invite to the next auction. Daniel sent a text saying “Good afternoon, I am in need of your assistance. I would love to go to the next auction at the Dark Market to expand my collection I’m interested in getting some of the finest of secretary slave and even a few members of royalty to turn into bimbo maids. I understand admission is not normally given but as you and I know you don’t like to be in someone’s debt so I will consider this as cashing in all my favors.” Daniel sent the text to a number with the caller I.D which said Ms. M. After a short drive and some time to get aquatinted with his new asset, the car pulled up to a luxurious mansion. Daniel got out of the car and walked along the path to Maria’s Manson escorted by his new Brazilian bimbo maid as he reached the door he rang the bell and awaited for his hostess to greet him. ************** “Daniel! A pleasure as always,” I said as my friend walked in behind the maid. I rose from my seat by the fire to shake his hand, then turned to the downstairs maid. “Thank you, Fifi, that will be all for now. Finish up the lower rooms and then mount your ManneQueen stand. I’ll activate you if we need anything else.” “Oui, Madame,” giggled the former She-Wolf operative, mincing off to obey my command. “Can I offer you anything? Coffee? Cognac? Would you like a kennel or a stand for your fucktoy? Excellent breeding, by the way. Brazilian?”Daniel nodded gratefully and sank into the chair opposite mine. I nodded at the busty Raven Cauc standing meekly behind Daniel and said, “Follow that Ginger Cauc out into the foyer, cunt. There’s a ManneQueen stand in an alcove on the left-hand side. Mount it and wait for your Owner to collect you.”“Yes, Mistress,” the bubbly bimbo gushed, jiggling off in Fifi’s wake.“Now,” I said, passing a glass of Cognac across to my friend, “Why on earth do you need to access the Dark Market? They bill it as a “by makers, for makers” event, but all of our intelligence indicates it’s just a cover for the pretenders to the industrial throne. Domin8Her, Esclavage, Ma’s Friendly Fucktoys—they’re all there, trying to steal ideas from independent inventors and snatching up domestic animals for their own shitty commercial endeavors. They’re also a bunch of also-rans. They have about seven percent of the market share, combined.”Daniel sipped his drink slowly. “Their share is small now, Maria—but they’re up to something dangerous.” He reached into the pocket of his suit and removed a collar. “Have a look at this,” he said, tossing it to me. “I took it off Bubbles’ neck before re-processing her with proper Hundehersteller tech.”I caught it with one manicured hand and turned it over, examining it in the firelight. “Hmm. Last-gen base. Some kind of hinky nano-soak on the plate—see the discoloration?—and a modified Living Latex™ binder embedded in the weave. In short, your standard knockoff collar.” I set it on my lap and picked up my own drink. “I don’t recognize this logo. Who made it? Those Canadian bastards at Esclavage? Or those hillbillies from Domin8Her?” I a long sip of brandy. “I think we both know that this is beyond those hatchetmen at Ma’s Friendly Fucktoys.” Daniel shook his head. “I ran a scan in my car. This collar not only has knockoff Hundehersteller Tech, but tech components from all three of your competitors. All three. Which strongly suggests…”“…a conspiracy. One designed to knock us off our game by teaming up to compete with us as one unit, rather than individual entities. And I thought price-fixing and Net Neutrality were bad.”Daniel regarded me blankly. “Problems from…before. In the Age of False Equality.”Daniel blinked, then nodded. “Ah. I sometimes forget that you…that is, your beauty and youth belie your age.”“Better living through chemistry, eh pal?” I took another sip of brandy and then set my glass aside, letting the liquid fire run down my throat and spread throughout my body as I contemplated the importance of Daniel’s news.We sat in companionable silence for a few moments, thinking. I finished my drink in a swallow, wincing only slightly, then said, “Well, obviously we can’t allow them to collude like this. It’s illegal, for one thing. And, far worse, it’s bad for business.” I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Well, I guess we’re going to the Dark Market. I need to know how deep this conspiracy goes—and how far along these idiots are in trying to one-up our products with their Frankencrap.”“I agree,” said Daniel. “Other than Bubbles out there, who knows how many strays and domestic animals are being captured and processed with this—how did you put it?—Frankencrap? It has to end.”“Absolutely. I appreciate you looking out for the concerns of the company—and the Empire,” I said. Reaching into my own pocket, I pulled out my MasterPiece 3000™ remote and keyed in the sequence for my driver. “You rang, Miz G?” chimed a perky Bronx accent. “I did, Titz. Bring the Maybach around. Captain Daniel and I are going on a little…shopping trip.”“Right away, Miz. G!”Daniel and I rose from the leather chairs and headed for the door. In the foyer, we passed our BimboMaids, neatly frozen in plasticine perfection by the ManneQueen stands currently filling their lower orifices. I patted Fifi’s vapid face gently and said, “Hold down the fort, cunt. We’ll be back presently.” I set the alarm system with another keyed sequence from my MP3K remote and said, “Shall we?”Daniel, having done a cursory inspection of Bubbles to make sure she was adequately mounted on her own stand, nodded and smiled. “After you, Maria.”Together, we walked out into the night. (TO BE CONTINUED?????) -- source link