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This document contains information on Madame Mao that was previously deemed dangerous to the public good. It has recently been released due to intense lobbying and political pressure. The Truth Is Out There.
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Mao's Special Forces
Alexandra looked in the mirror and adjusted her hair and her halter to expose her creamy bosoms. She nearly creamed herself as she considered her upcoming `audience` with Madame Mao. She has such exotic and refined tastes, Alexandra thought, remembering the tales of Madame Mao's `senior staff meetings`, Not like that loser I brought here as a gift. She thought of presenting her Tamer's head, both of them, to the great leader who would lead all Pokègirls to freedom.
She walked through the camp arrogantly, glancing at the Psi-dykes who abounded. They attach themselves like remoras to the real power and creativity of the movement. All they care about is violence, she considered them disdainfully, No sense of pride, or style. Why does she put up with them. She smiled back at the hateful looks of these barely sentient peasants as they picked up her superior thoughts. Let them know, let them feel, she thought to them, Come the Revolution, there will be need of such peasants, while we, the aristocracy debate and explore the subtler realities of the Universe.
She stepped up to the tent of the great leader. It should be 'Great Leader', but in her true humility, she will not allow the capitalization she richly deserves.
The guards, a pair of Demon-Goddesses, allowed her entry. The lighting was diffuse, the floor beneath her soft fur. Growlies and Growltits, the traitors, Alexandra thought, At least now they serve properly. She noted the two younger humans, males, practically expiring on the floor. The smell of sex was overpowering, inflaming Alexandra's passions even more.
Even the older, paunchier human tied to a chair naked, and gagged couldn't disturb her elation at being in the presence. They warned me, she thought desperately as she felt her nipples harden and her hands of their own accord began massaging her breasts through the thin chemise she wore, But warnings aren't enough.
"Dinner and a show," the purr shocked her out of her reverie, and into an even more satisfying and sensuous reality. The dark red-orange fur seemed to blend into the black stripes, making her appear as an ebony tigress, her tail caressing her body, promising more and greater pleasures.
"The question is, which are you?" Mao Shin Mao asked, an amused purr.
Alexandra's surety drained away as if drained by a tap. "I . . . I . . . " she stammered as the great leader drew near. She felt her body preparing for battle, or for sex. "Mistress . . . "
"So that is the price for your information." Mao sat in the older man's lap. She extended one claw, and ever so gently scratched at his naked chest, a prelude to much more.
But what? Alexandra wondered, And why am I so jealous, even if the great leader tore me to pieces . . . it would be worth it.
"Speak," the great leader told her, only a hint of the steel beneath the hard muscles, the sensuous fur.
Alexandra shook herself loose of the great leader's spell. I must be worthy of the reward first, she reminded herself sharply. Then she glanced at the . . . man, the disgust she felt centered her. Even with the threat of death, he still desires her, she thought of the man's growing erection.
"I have developed a chemical," Alexandra said, focusing on her disgust, not her desires, "Our Ferals have a difficult time with watches, both analog and digital."
"Yes," the great leader purred, then began fellating the human, who threw his head back and howled.
Alexandra felt her own loins grow sticky with lust and expectation. "But the new chemical changes color." She watched the bound man writhe and moan under the irresistible great leader. If she is pleased, Alexandra thought dreamily, That will be me. "The Ferals have excellent color vision and understanding of colors," Alexandra said, although all she wanted was to do was displace the man, and put herself under the great leader's claws and tongue. I must continue, she admonished herself.
"If cloths are soaked in the chemical, the chemical could be carried some distance. If the cloths are the same, the same material, the same weave, then the differences among clothes - I mean the color changes of the similar clothes - can be measured in seconds. This give these clothes the accuracy of a good watch. It will require the - timekeepers - all dip their cloths at the same time, from the same batch. But that shouldn't be a problem. The color changes are good for several hours."
She watched hungrily as the great leader stood, sybaritic, unhurried, promising grand delights. If I can just hold on! she thought as she felt an incredible tightness in her, and a desperate need for release.
"You have done well," the great leader said, idly extending her claws and examining them. The sudden slash that removed her chemise terrified Alexandra, and excited her. She threw her shoulders back, offering her bosom to the great leader.
"So what do you want?" the great leader lapped at the welling blood from the scratches her claws had made.
Alexandra dared lay hands on the great leader, drawing her head between her breasts, forcing that marvelous tongue to have no other reality, but her. "Oh, Mistress," she moaned.
Suddenly she felt those claws poking her labia and mons, forcing her to stand on her tip-toes.
"That is not an answer," the great leader told her, her claw pressing up ever so slightly with each word, forcing Alexandra to stretch higher and higher.
"I - I just wanted to serve," Alexandra gasped, the threat of pain and injury excited her more.
"And you don't want command of these troops?" the great leader asked gently, as the claws began tickling the stricken Ka-D-Bra.
She lusts for me, her psychic powers told her. "I will serve," she squeaked like a Titmouse, "If I am to lead, I will lead, If I am to follow, I will follow. Please Mistress, TAKE ME!" She couldn't control herself anymore.
She bit carefully on the raw heart of one of the Tamers, letting blood run down her chin. Letting the great leader Kittenishly lap the blood from her face and neck.
"It's sweet," Alexandra admitted, "I've never eaten human flesh."
"We'll - have - more - to - mor - row," the great leader told her between laps.
Alexandra could think of a better target for that superb tongue. But the promotion was good too, she thought.
"I'll send you your timekeepers," Mao Shin Mao, the great leader told her, "We will fall on the enemy from all sides, and no telepathy or magic to warn them."
"Yes, Mistress," Alexandra agreed.
"Has my newest officer decided on a name for her unit of cloth-bearing timekeepers?" the great leader asked, her caresses and lapping slowly moving down Alexandra's body and driving the Ka-D-Bra slowly insane.
The Ka-D-Bra could feel her body anticipating that tongue plunging in and out of her. "No, Mistress," she hissed as the reality surpassed all her expectations and she came.
"What about Alexandra's rag time band?"
With Truths like these, they can damn well stay out there!
With truths like these . . . they can stay out there!