Futa Dragons Pt. 08

"Fiona," he said with a tight smile on his face, "I have held back Danny Rawlins' battalion. He has command of over two thousand guards. They will be waiting for you on Prime. I suspect that you will need them though, unless you command otherwise, you will not even know they are there."

Fiona had nodded in agreement. An overwhelming urge to salute the man came to her which she did not resist. The old security chief beamed as the curly haired woman left his office after he returned her salute.

"You and I are going on a tour, Brianna. Go home, pack enough for a month, no make it two months', long trip. I will pick you up in a couple of weeks. For now I want you to keep your head down and vanish. As much as we have halted the outgoing dissemination of information I want you hidden," Fiona told her.

The woman stuttered and stammered but Fiona was adamant. Brianna was refusing until Jemma turned to her and told the young woman that she was to take the new CEO on a tour of all of the Platten Corporation offices, starting on Prime.

"What we have started here on Thallix II is not to be a one off, Brianna. Fiona is going to kick start this organisation the hard way and she will need someone's shoulder to cry on when she feels like everyone else hates her. You are going to be that shoulder. I was for my sister. I know that it is a very tough job to hold people's careers in your hands. Some nights will be like the world hates you.

"Fiona is quite right to worry about you, little one. Elspeth, bless her, protected me. It is why no-one knows who I am. I was the background defensive line. I could make good on her threats and change the systems in ways she never could. Fiona is lucky. She will have me and you. Together we have to be alert and watch her back. You will be beside her, a position I do not envy you for, but you are going to be the set of eyes and ears that no-one will notice.

"It would be too hard if your face is already being sent out to those that are seeking to control Platten. From what we have learnt there are going to be beings out there that will not hesitate to use you to gain that control. It is better if you are out of the spotlight for a little longer until Fiona is ready to move again."

Brianna had beamed at the praise and implied responsible position in the organisation.

After the young woman had run off to start packing, Jemma turned to Fiona. "If she is not in Petik's bed before the end of the tour you are mine, exclusively, for a month!" grinned the little woman.

"And if she is, I get Petik and my own ship," Fiona said cheekily.

"Yes, agreed. You are half owner now, Fi. I have to leave you to work properly instead of putting you in an office where I could sneak off and suck your cock if I got antsy."

"Why, Jemma?" asked Fiona softly.

"I love you, that's why!" the woman said crossly and vanished back into her own office as Fiona stood there with a wide grin on her face. A short time later Jemma pushed her door open and stood there naked. "Get in here and let me suck that big cock now!" she demanded.

*****

Fiona had several more things to do before she could leave. Firstly she needed a new HR department. The old one had gone the way of the Pellirgean, in fact it no longer existed except as a single line on the organisation chart way down at the bottom. In the past twelve cycles since Elspeth's untimely death the happy vibrant people that had manned it had been browbeaten and abused by the corrupt managers that had surfaced and gained power under the ignorance, no other word could be used, of Jemma Platten. Though, in truth, Mabreeze should have been shouldered with most of the blame. The Dauphinian had taken on a task he had absolutely no idea how to carry out. Managing a mansion and managing an intergalactic organisation were two entirely different things. The latter was far beyond his capabilities. The result was that they had left one by one until only a cowed and beaten older male, a Dauphinian named Lorrence, manned the solitary desk in the basement of the building. He was there primarily to fill in the paperwork for the newly hired cronies and others appointed under the nepotism that prevailed with these corrupt empire builders.

Fiona spent almost two days with Lorrence and his twin. She asked him, gently, if he would produce his twin so that they could get the job of rebuilding the HR department back to its former glory. Fiona had smiled when she was asked to leave the office and return in ten minutes. Two older gentlemen faced her across the desk they shared. She beamed at the pair and they began their work. It was fortunate that many of the previous employees were still on Thallix II. She had begged, pleaded and promised many things in order to get the most competent of them to return. Personally visiting two of the strongest employees under Lorrence's twin insistence that they were the best in the business. Threats and physical bullying had finally forced the two Kadaralean women out.

The two females had skins as red as tomatoes and, from what George had told her, four breasts and two active sex organs. They were reputed to be very fine and competent people managers. Aided, if rumour was true, by a very deeply ingrained empathic talent that found their species ideally suited for management of staff. Fiona had addressed all of their concerns in their own homes. Both women had decided to marry and remove themselves from the workforce rather than risk gang rape and other atrocities that had been threatened against them.

Danny Rawlins had been invited to meet the females and in a private meeting of the trio Dan had been given explicit details of the threats and whom had made them. He had stormed out of the meeting room on the fiftieth floor of the building and by the time he had reached the bottom level a dozen former managers and their cronies were in cuffs and brutally marched down the internal staircase of the building. They were met by a flood of media reporters and police. Their resignations ripped up and their notice periods curtailed as they were led off to face criminal prosecution.

Fiona noted with concern that several of the men that Danny had arrested were not managers, not even at a minor level. They spat and cursed at her as he led them past where she was standing in the back loading docks and were bundled into waiting law enforcement vans. A large contingent of reporters had also been waiting and took many photographs and video of the mass arrest. Their stories never made it past the servers on Thallix II despite the fact that the system told them that headquarters on Prime, Thuel and other planets had received their exclusive stories.

Fiona and the two women, Hel'tna and Mer'doth, had grinned in happiness at the news headlines later that day proclaiming that Platten was kicking out the trash.

Leaving her new HR group in residence on the forty eighth floor, an area that apparently had been converted from office space to a large and comfortable manager's only club at some time, she finally called Brianna and told her to drop her knickers and then be ready to leave later that morning.

Brianna had not known that her new lover was serious. She was very delightfully surprised when her boss lifted her small frame off the floor and hurriedly asked for directions to her bedroom. Fiona's hard cock slid easily into her wet channel and carefully but thoroughly fucked her to screaming orgasms one after another for almost half an hour before splattering her naked body with copious amounts of sweet smelling and tasting cream.

"Is this how I can expect to be greeted every morning, Miss CEO?" she asked breathlessly as Fiona lovingly licked her way from the woman's well used cave up to her still softly heaving little breasts. The wide mouthed woman had her bucking again as she almost completely engulfed the small sensitive balls on her chest.

"Whenever you want, Bri," she said softly as she kissed her secretary sweetly. "You may find someone more to your liking on our trip. I will not be despondent if you do, little one. I am a greedy Futa sometimes and have been known to respond very ardently to the correct stimulation."

"Who stimulated you this morning, Fiona?"

"I have my own HR department, Brianna! Full of good solid people that will do the right thing by all of us!"

Brianna just looked at the smiling woman busily re-dressing in astonishment. To have someone react so positively to something as simple as ensuring she had good people working for her was amazing. She reached down and patted her still quivering cave, "Be prepared, darling, I think you are going to see a lot of that big pink monster," she whispered to herself.

*****

The clean up on Prime went much more smoothly than even Fiona had expected. Her appearance in the large office at the pinnacle of the ninety storey building had been a shock to all of the fifty thousand staff employed in the building and several others across the planet. All of them had sat glued to their workstations as the curly haired woman with wide brown eyes and a fierce look of determination on her face addressed them from every monitor in the buildings. Politely she informed them that their futures were on the line and that it was time that they assessed themselves as individuals and decided whether their criminal activities and blasé attitudes were to continue.

Brianna was swamped with resignations, letters of apology and offers to repay and requests for retraining and counselling. Danny Rawlins grinned in delight as several middle level managers voluntarily presented themselves to his temporary office and confessed to criminal activities and offers of restitution.

Fiona, he, Petik and Brianna sat and discussed this unexpected turn of events on board the starship that Petik had flown the two women in on the short trip from Thallix II to the Prime home world.

"Thallusians," Petik harrumphed as he sipped his hot tea and eyed the others around the table.

"What do you mean, Petik?" asked Brianna. Fiona noted that the young blonde was very respectful and almost shy speaking to the young pilot.

"Take their nature. They are very shy, almost timid people. Suddenly a strong, no-nonsense figure arrives among them and lays down the law. Most of them would have almost sh-," he paused and looked at Brianna with a grimace before changing his words, "soiled themselves if they had been doing anything wrong. Remember Prime is Thallusian to the core. There are very few species that reside here.

"Oh a couple of thousands of various ones but most of them either head to Thallix II or lately, Thes. Prime is not the most exciting planet," he finished with a shrug.

"I did note that there are still quite a few Thuelisians employed here," observed Danny.

"Yes and not one of them has come forward with a resignation, offer to repay or anything else," Fiona fumed. "I know that at least a dozen of them have embezzled quite a few credits and some of their contract negotiations are very suspect, to say the least."

"But I also saw that several of them are quite frightened," Brianna said slowly. She had been primarily drifting around the office for the past week or so just observing under the pretext of being an intern for an unidentified manager. She had been very timid and dressed conservatively so that she could blend in with the rest of the employees very easily. The young woman was unrecognisable as the pretty little secretary that had resided on Thallix II. She had taken to heart the warnings that Austin, Danny and Fiona had impressed upon her. She had not wanted to be hidden aboard the ship and trotted out like some show pony when Fiona or the others needed a distraction.

"Frightened?" queried Danny.

"Yes. They scurry about and tend to try and hide when some of the louder more confident Thuelisians are present. It is almost like they are trying to make themselves invisible so that they are not called on to do some task that they find horrible," elaborated Brianna.

"Level sevens?" asked Fiona.

"Possibly, or maybe simply lower than the others. Remember the lower levels must obey the higher. Unless of course we have unclassified Thuelisians and they have recognised the Privileged here and are simply trying to avoid them," mused Danny.

"Can you remember their faces, Brianna?" Fiona asked her little secretary.

"Got better than that, Miss CEO. Names, positions and faces. Both of the ones that were scared and the ones they were frightened of as well," she replied with a small smile as she touched her screen and brought up a long list of data.

"Ok, let's invite some of our runners out for a private dinner and see what they have to say away from the prying eyes of others," Fiona suggested after a few minutes perusal of the list.

"The others?" Danny asked with a small frown.

"Leave them be for the moment. They can't communicate outside of Prime because of our network traps. However, I will get Jemma to see if she can find out who these people are trying to contact. I am sure that there will have been some hurried communications with whoever the leaders are of this bunch of vadrunes," she answered with an evil grin.

Several days later Fiona grinned at her small band of co-conspirators. The group had grown by one. Austin Sprittle was in full uniform as he stepped out of the teleporter on Petik's ship after he had transported down from his own carrier.

"How many of them do you have, Mr Rawlins?" he asked without preamble as he accepted a glass of Thallusian whiskey from the smiling Kiwi security officer.

"All of them and a list of names a klick long from Jemma's data traps," the man answered as he beckoned his superior to take up a position on one of the chairs surrounding the impromptu meeting room on board the starship.

"All level ones?" he asked amazed.

"No, Austin," Fiona answered for Danny causing the grizzled veteran to turn to face the beautiful woman he strongly suspected was a Dragon. "It seems this is a raiding party, so to speak. Like the Karnuray we encountered on Thes. This forward group was beginning to send out its tendrils. It was lucky that the other, unclassified, Thuelisians gave us the big hint. Ramon and his friends have been very good at identifying their activities and their goals."

"Ramon?" asked Sprittle as he held out his glass in hopes of a refill. Brianna took it from him with a giggle as she made her way back to the bar.

"A young man who fled Thuel about ten cycles ago after his family was wiped out for not obeying a Privileged directive to hand over several daughters for a brothel. He was able to escape, along with some other families, and came to Prime. He has been apparently trying to get messages to us for the past few months to alert us that the Privileged were making moves here. Unfortunately he did not know whom to contact," supplied Danny.

"Until we showed up," added Brianna as she passed Austin his fresh drink.

The man nodded eagerly for Danny or Fiona to continue.

"So, Miss CEO, here," jumped in Brianna as she took her seat beside Petik, "decided to have me as bait and invite a few of them out for dinner."

"Very pretty bait I must say, Miss Thompson," grinned Austin as he took a sip of his drink and ahhed in satisfaction.

"You should have seen what she was wearing, Austin!" laughed Petik. "Even you wouldn't have been able to say no to her invitation!"

Brianna blushed crimson as the handsome young man beside her gave Austin a detailed description of her short skirt, soft almost transparent top and high heels. She hadn't realised that Petik had taken that much interest in her dressing up but apparently the man had studied her in great detail. She glanced at Fiona and saw the woman's twinkling eyes. Brianna shuddered involuntarily as she caught the stares. Fiona had fucked her almost senseless after the group of young men and women had left the ship. The clothes she had worn were almost rags as the horny Futa had ravished her as soon as they had said good night to Petik.

"Anyway," Fiona interrupted the chuckling men. "We got a great deal of information. The Privileged members, all apparently level threes, are secured where no-one can find them. Our systems are showing a major malfunction at a hub and is broadcasting a message that it is under repair and will return to service as soon as possible. All the outgoing transmissions from the ones here have been trapped and decoded by Jemma and her wonderful team. Quite frankly I cannot wait to get to Thuel and start exterminating some of these bastards!"

"You are sure that no-one on Thuel knows you are coming, Fiona?" asked Austin worriedly. His drink was forgotten as he stared intently at the woman opposite him that he was beginning to develop a very protective, if somewhat affectionate, regard.

"Does anyone on Thuel know you have fifty thousand troops ready to pounce at a moment's notice, Austin?" she countered as she held and locked his stare to her. She could see how worried he was.

"No," he finally answered as he broke the stare with Fiona. He let out his breath as he saw the change in Fiona's eyes. The Dragon was there! He could sense it just bubbling under the surface of this extraordinary woman.

"Then I suggest that Danny and his boys go fishing," she laughed with ease as Danny chuckled at the memory of what that phrase used to do to his wife.

"Not yet, Fi," Danny spoke up suddenly. All eyes turned towards him. "This list has names of individuals that are still here on Prime. I am not ready to leave you here until every last one of them is either dead or in our holding pens."

Austin Sprittle turned to his big countryman and nodded slowly in agreement before turning back to Fiona. "Let none of them escape our net, Fiona. Just one of them escaping can ruin our surprise on Thuel!" he advised. He turned to face Petik and the attractive young woman seated beside him. "You, Miss Thompson, may have inadvertently put yourself in grave danger. If I am any judge of tactics the Privileged will have noted that it was you that found them out. They will be under the mistaken impression that Fiona is simply a decoy and that you are the true CEO of Platten."

Fiona and Petik both gasped at the implication of the security chief's words. They had been worried about such a scenario but to now have the most ardent opponent of the Privileged voice the same concern set all of them on edge.

*****

"Please, Fiona," groaned Brianna as the little woman writhed on the broad expanse of her bed. The curly haired woman between her legs was driving her insane with her hot lips and willing tongue that sucked and twirled the nodes on her cave doors. The pleasure was so intense that she was beginning to fade into oblivion as her mind shut down and simply let her body thrash and tremble on the bed as her cave pulsed and squirted her fluids over the noisily slurping woman.

"No," the woman hummed into the hot wet entrance to her smaller lover's body.

"Why not?" Brianna was almost in tears. Fiona had been pleasuring her sex for almost an hour and yet she refused to fully satisfy her by piercing her cunt with the huge weapon between her legs.

"Because you are being punished, Brianna. You did not do explicitly what I told you to do with regard to keeping your beautiful head down!" The Futa woman lifted from between the widespread legs and looked down on the naked beauty stretched out on the bed. Brianna's wrists and ankles were secured in cuffs attached to antigrav hooks that kept her pinned to the bed.

"I'm sorry, Fiona," the woman blubbered. Her hair was a mess around her head and her body was bathed in sweat causing her skin to almost glisten in the lights of their cabin.