Hope For the Tigerians

There are places in the world that has never known the illness of human strife. This is the land of the Tigerians. A rare breed of Tiger men, that has existed for centuries unmolested by human contact. That was in the past though as the dying race was dwindling to four males, thus their leader Raji had discovered that in order to save their race the need to breed was uttermost necessary. However there were no females of their kind and so Raji had to resort to the alternative, another species.

Records showed that human females were compatible to the race and in earlier centuries some females were taken captive and bred with weaker males, this resulted in higher intelligence and more sturdy biologically.
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Karla was a student at NIU and was looking forward to her Freshman year of college as she turned eighteen three days after graduation from High School. For a present her parents gave her a European vacation to enjoy over the summer. A gift that she earned fully as she never missed a day of school and maintained a straight A's all four years.

Karla's trip started in Rome which had a huge impact upon her as she was fascinated by Vatican City. A small place that was almost like a country within it's self.

Karla was dressed in a red silk shirt with the silver dragon across the back with a mini black leather skirt and stilletto black heels. Her camera always focused on spots to improve her possible portifolio. She had special looks with her long platinum blonde hair but the light green eyes were her draw. Often times she would get a double take as the eyes captured the attention of others.

Karla had paused in the park and was looking over a map, debating where to go next in her four day visit. Unbeknowst to her ... someone was observing her body. The sturdy muscles to go with the firmness of her flesh.. watching for the right moment.

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OOC Hope for the Tigerian

Cb

The cave where they met was dark and inhospitable. These... people... always insisted on meeting in caves, and always in a different place, for some reason. No, of course, he could appreciate the secrecy. He wasn't CB the Sneak for nothing, but these cats could give even him fifty points of lead when it came to that. And they were generous buggers, too, so the kidnapper had no problems dealing with them, even if it was sometimes very creepy.

"Here they are," CB presented, laying out thick portfolios on the cave floor in front of his client, who laid carelessly, propping himself up by one elbow and studying the pictures with interest.

"This platinum blonde is named Karla," the dark man introduced the first portfolio. "And this one is Caty. The brunette is Mercedes. All of them are very nice, young, with long hair, and good breasts and hips, just like you said. And you will find their medical cards in these folders as well: all three are healthy and extremely fertile. I don't know why you need that, and I don't think I wanna know. I just get you the goods you asked for, and get my money. Speaking of which..."

Raji growled, and the growl of a Tigerian was a far more powerful thing than any human could ever manage. It literally made CB swallow, even though he has seen his share of scary things in his life.

"Here," the Tigerian tossed over a small leather pouch with several beautiful raw diamonds. "Bring me all three of them and you will get the rest. But if you try to run..." The tiger-man came closer to the human and bared his teeth, then petted the man's cheek with his furry hand, gently grazing big sharp claws across the dark skin. They left small scratches, which began to bleed lightly. CB stood frozen, terrified. He understood full well the raw power of this... man... creature... animal... whatever it was, it could rip him to little pieces long before he reaches for his fourty five.

"N... No worries Mr. Raji. Everything will be in perfect order. I've been delivering people for ten years and never had complaints. You... you can count on me." He spoke a bit faster than normal, adrenalin adding to the pace. "In fact... I had another girl in mind, too. I don't have the details now, but I'm told she also matches what you want. I will try to deliver you her as well, just because you're such a good... good customer."

The big cat nodded, letting him go, and disappearing in the shadows as instantly and quietly as he came to begin with. Later, when CB made it back to civilization, he pulled out his cell phone and placed calls.

"It's a go," was all he said, unleashing his cohorts, who were trailing each girl on the list, and putting into motion a mechanism that was designed to get them all into the designated cave of these cats', and get the cats' diamonds into CB's pocket.

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In Italy the first part of the operation began to unfold. Beautiful blonde Karla found her attention attracted by a short man in his fifties, by the looks of it, who was wearing a simple monk's dress. He looked as harmless and good as he was distressed, running about desperately, not at all how a man of his age should be. He first implored her in Italian, but when that didn't work switched to English.

"Miss, miss, please, perhaps you can help me," he said, panting slightly. "Are you a virgin, miss?" Then, realizing how odd it must sound, the man explained: "Please, miss, it's not how you think. You see, I was trusted with transporting a holy artifact; the cross of Virgin Selena, it's a very important and... but, I digress, forgive me," he smiled simply. "The problem is, it fell out onto the street, and only a maiden can touch this artifact without breaking its sanctity. I can't pick it up, and I can't leave it in the middle of the street! Please, miss, pick it up and put it in the back of my car. That's all I ask. Would you help me?"

He jestured with his hand and indeed, there was a station wagon with its back open and a rather sturdy wooden box with symbols on it laying nearby on the pavement.

Karla blinked as the man was hovering over her. His speech was devine though she barely understood a word that he uttered but the English was clipped and heavily accented.

"I'm sorry what did you say?" Karla looked into the frantic face.

"Miss, miss, please, perhaps you can help me," he said, panting slightly. "Are you a virgin, miss?" Then, realizing how odd it must sound, the man explained: "Please, miss, it's not how you think. You see, I was trusted with transporting a holy artifact; the cross of Virgin Selena, it's a very important and... but, I digress, forgive me," he smiled simply. "The problem is, it fell out onto the street, and only a maiden can touch this artifact without breaking its sanctity. I can't pick it up, and I can't leave it in the middle of the street! Please, miss, pick it up and put it in the back of my car. That's all I ask. Would you help me?"

"Yes of course I will." Karla offered rising and striding over to where the man was motioning. She crouched down to pick the cross up, admiring the etching and grains of furrows that made the piece so beautiful.

"Where do I need to set this?"

CB's accomplace in Italy with Karla

The cross was indeed ment to be touched only by the virgin, but not for any religious reasons. It wasn't a relic, and had nothing more to do with the Church than any other cross did. It was, however, covered by a fine film of a certain chemical solution, which absorbed through the skin, making a person dizzy and tired very rapidly, and forcing him to fall asleep.

"Just put it in this box, miss," the nice-looking man asked. He knew the moment she did this that the operation was half way done.

"Thank you so much miss," he smiled warmly, even though inside of him a very different kind of happiness and satisfaction was bubbling. The theater lost a great actor in this crook.

"Miss? Are you OK?" He played up concern when he saw the drug start taking effect. "You don't look well."

He helped her sit in the back of the station wagon and used a piece of cardboard to funnel fresh air onto her face, knowing full well that it would never be enough to combat the weight of the chemical's effects as they set in, making it harder and harder for Karla to keep her eyes open.

"I will take you to the hospital, miss," he said finally, pushing her fully into the car and closing the door. The vehicle then pulled into the traffic and disappeared never to be seen again together with its cargo and passenger.

The man had taken it to the docks, where the car got dumped to smugglers to be taken across the into Middle East and sold there, while Karla was also put onto a boat, a small yacht actually. Her destination was much more remote, and much more secretive. She was to go stright into the cats' lair.

"Just put it in this box, miss," the nice-looking man asked.

"It's a beautiful piece." Karla replied then shook her head as the world seemed to be twirling around her.

"Thank you so much miss," he smiled warmly, even though inside of him a very different kind of happiness and satisfaction was bubbling.

"Your.. your.. wel... come... " Karla placed her hand at her temple. She felt disoriented and about to fall.

"Miss? Are you OK?" He played up concern when he saw the drug start taking effect. "You don't look well."

"It must be all the old scents of the cross..I just need to sit down." Karla shuddered as she felt her nerves numb out making her more unsure of her footing.

"I.. I feel rather tired." Karla dipped her head falling asleep a few times as she fought the effect of the strange drowsiness that was overpowering her senses.

"I will take you to the hospital, miss," he said finally, pushing her fully into the car and closing the door.
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Karla dropped into a darkness that filled her with calmness. Almost like before birth, the darkness and cradled sensation which stemmed from the gentle rocking of water along the metal exterior of the ship.

It was a few days later that she awoke to the pitch dark. "hello.. Hello?"

There was no answer, giving her a great sense of dread. Then she realized that she wasn't in a hospital as the rushing slosh of water flowed along the boat's belly. Fear quickly rose in her chest and she rushed to find an exit. The longer it took to find a door the more frightened she became until she came to the realization that there was no Door!

Karla was in the midst of a full blown panic attack when a bright glow flashed overhead bathing her in bright light. Karla didn't notice the man coming down the ladder as she shielded her eyes from the bright orb above.

A flash of darkness darted before her and pain filled her head as she dropped to the ground in front of her attacker. He in turn lifted her off the floor and took her to the deck where they were preparing her for the final part of delivery.

Karla was still unconscious when the small boat arrived on the isle.

"Leave her on the beach.... her benefactor will find her ... we should go...." The one in command told his cohorts. They in turn being unnerved by the noises coming from the lush jungle expanse.

Karla was lying at the tides edge in a thin gauze shift. The waves lapping over her legs while she remained in the darkness of her drugged mind. Then there was an odor that was appalling to her senses and she opened her eyes. The image seemed jumbled but she was looking into a face of an animal and let out a startled scream.

What ever it was that was staring at her disappeared into the brush. Yet it let Raji and Teru know that the first shipment had arrived.

Faith hummed softly to herself as she wandered the streets of London. It was a rare beutiful day and she was enjoying it to the fullest. She'd already eaten breakfast at some quaint little corner shop and now she simply roamed the city.

She grinned when people would turn to look at her and knew that somehow an outfit of snug leans and a plain black t-shirt was screaming "American" to those around her. She decided it must be the cowboy boots. There was nothing designer about those boots, looking down at them she laughed softly, they were scuffed and worn and it was clear that they were both well used and well loved. She'd choose them to wear before any other pair of shoes she owned. Her hair was pulled back into a simply ponytail and streamed down her back amost fading into the t-shirt she wore while her only accessory was a simple silver pendant in the shape of a tigers head.

It had been a gift from her mother before she died and Faith never took it off.

Making her way through an empty park Faith sighed contentedly and actually took a moment to sit on the swings just enjoying her freedom and the lovely day. She had the whole city to explore and no one to tell her what she just "had" to see or do and she was loving it.

Raji

There was no need for special meetings and announcements; the Tigerians knew their territory very well, and large as it was, they always knew what went on where. Raji personally came to the beach to take a look at their delivery. He stayed in the bushes for a while, then slowly strutted through the sand, agile and quiet, with animal-like grace.

He found her laying on her back, asleep. The effects of the drug must have almost evaporated by now, but she has been through a lot. Raji lowered his head and sniffed her, breathing in the intoxicating scent of a fertile female with his sensitive nose. He sniffed her hair, her chest, until finally finding the most exciting source of smell between her legs. It was faint now, for her body was focused on something other than sex, but he could just imagine how sweet this virgin pussy would be when she is teased and turned on properly. The Tigerian emitted a soft roar, then licked her lips with his incredibly long and agile cat tongue. It felt rougher than a human's, but still soft enough to be pleasant even on the most sensitive parts.

"Karla," he gave her a smile and effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder. Then, he quickly carried her into the thick jungle, navigating the familiar land with ease.

Karla found herself hoisted over the shoulder only added to her confusion of the addled mind. Still her screams were constant and echoing within the dankness of green foliage.

Her fear overcompensated for logic. Tigers could not hoist women and carry them off into the jungle as this one was doing. She couldn't reason logic in her emotional mind.

Karla threw her weight back hoping to get away from the massive creature which only seemed to annoy the creature.

It's going to eat me Karla thought as her life seemed to be in greater jeopardy the further inwards he took her from the beach.

Little did she know that eating was on his mind, but not the kind she was expecting

Caty walked out of the mall into for her lunch brake. She headed to the park down the steet. On her way down to the park her pick up some food. When she got there she sat on one of the swings and eat her food.

Caty didn't really like her job but it was the only job she could get. Caty wanted to go to Collage really bad, but had no money to pay for it. So everyday was the same way. She would go to work in the moring then come home really lite at nite. Caty didn't mind the long hours.

Well she was sitting in the park. SHe was wearing her work outfit. It was a pear of blue jeans and a pink top with the word of the place she work at on it. She had black shoes as well. She had her long hair down.

Well Caty was on the swing she was thinking on how to make her life more fun. And how much more money she need to get to Collage.

In London

OOC: excuse my poor attempt at British accents - all just for giggles' sake!

IC:

The call from CB came on a cellphone. The man who took it looked so rough and ragged that it was a wonder he had a phone at all. The bunch of them were typical hooligans: drunk, brawly, foul-mouthed, and lacking jobs or direction in life.

"Yes," the head man said with a distinct accent. "Did you get the money? Fine." He hung up and turned to the rest of his crew.

"Oi, listen up!" He groaned. "That black wanker's got our money sent. Bobby, where's that slut?"

"She' in the park, mate," the other hooligan answered.

"Let's go!"

The bunch of them loaded up into a van and pulled up right across the grass to the swings where Faith was relaxing. Music blaring, the rough men unloaded and quickly surrounded her.

"Nice ass," one of them noted. "Let's have some fun with 'er, mates." The cries of agreement were silenced by a growl from their leader.

"Shut up and get 'er in," he ordered, and the bunch pounced onto Faith all at once, sticky tape at ready. "Get 'er tied up and load 'er up in the back."

Faith was startled when a van came roaring across the grass at her. She was just starting to throw herself out of the swing as the men poured out of it and surrounded her. Cursing to herself she glared at all of them as they started to discuss having some "fun" with her. Somehow she suspected their idea of fun and her's weren't going to be the same.

"Shut up and get 'er in," he ordered, and the bunch pounced onto Faith all at once, sticky tape at ready. "Get 'er tied up and load 'er up in the back."

Her head snapped around toward the voice but before she could think or say anything she was suddenly jumped from all sides. She tried to struggle and heard one or two grunts as an elbow or foot connected solidly but there were too damned many of them! Within seconds it was over and she found herself bound and gagged with the tape they'd brought and dumped uncerimoniously into the dark van with no idea what was happening, why, or where she was going and the harder she struggled the more they laughed at her for it.

She was working up a good head of fury but until they let her loose there was nothing she could do about it and she knew it...though it galled her she eventually just lay still and listened to see if they'd say anything that would give her some clue as to what was happening to her or why.

Raji and Karla

Her resistance was an annoyance. She had little hope against the animal strength and reflexes of a Tigerian, let alone a skilled warrior like Raji, but it made her inconvenient to carry.

The roar he emitted at her was not too loud, but powerful at the same time. It was dominating, mesmerizing, the kind of sound that told her a large, strong predator was onto her, which could defeat her in a moment's notice, and her only chance was to hide, submit, hope to be left alone or at least not harmed too much. None of it was said, but all was in the primitive animal instincts they both had.

He gave her ass a firm, hard slap with his paw, hiding the devastating claws first. It let her feel the power and conveyed his displeasure.

The walk was not especially long and soon they came to a small settlement which the few remaining Tigerians called home. The entire island was theirs, of course, but this particular place was especially dear.

Raji carried her into a sturdy hut and put her in the corner, where a hard bamboo cage made for something like a small cell. He closed it and snapped the lock closed behind her.

Teru

Teru dropped down from the high tree he used as a lookout point. His grotesque cat smile showed of his sharp teeths. What he had seen was the success of the trade. Nothing else to expect from his brother he thought sourly. Teru had just kept a watch as Raji picked up their price. He had watched if anything would be amiss. You never knew about these humans. Untrustworthy as they where. It all happened uneventful and now Teru was on run through the jungle. He ran fast and accurate through the bush until he suddenly reached their settlement. The two remaining Tigerians there saw and heard him and they had heard him long before he was visible. He returned their questioning expression with a smile.

"Raji will be here shortly with our bounty." He said in the Tigerian language.

In the park with Caty

There was a rather odd occurance - one you would not always see in a park. A police car drove right through the wide paved path, sending people out of its way. The car slowed down and finally stopped; its doors opened, releasing two officers. They quickly approached Caty.

"Come with us, miss," one of them ordered, flashing his badge quickly.

They took her by the arms and dragged her to the cruiser, pushing her into the back seat.

"You're not under arrest yet, but you will be if you resist or do something stupid," they warned.

The car quickly left the park, mearged into traffic and headed towards the shore and docks.

Shiron Seeks

Shiron had been wandering the high Italian Alps all summer - he had fed on deer and rabbits- and was replete, His strong lith frame glided through teh forest glades, slient and unseen to all but another trained eye.

Yet he realised his inner other hunger raged unabated. He had not mated for over a year- The last female he had been with had been swept away by sprong avalanches. She had been his lusting carnal mate for 6 months- but it had been too soon for her to breed. And the line had ceased. His telepathy told him of other Tigerians and he wondered how he could signal his wish to meet, With winters coming on- he needed to decend to the lower protection of the forests and valleys.

Standing on a rocky outcrop above a lake in warm autumn sunshine he searched for movement and let out his long drawn mating call.

The silent Tigerian thought waves from the others reached across the ether - He sensed the call of the pack and turned south - He did not know them - but the feline sixth sense told him he was needed there.

CB in the port of London

The hooligans' van pulled into the docks where CB awaited personally. He gave the hooligans' leader the money in small bills, and in exchange the bunch of them delivered tied, but fully conscious Faith into his yacht. Quickly, the vessel shoved off and left the harbour.

"Shut up, bitch," CB started the conversation with a slap. "I'm warning you, I don't give a fuck," he told her, shoving a handgun into her face. "Don't piss me off. Sit quiet here, eat and drink, and don't couse trouble, or I'm gonna feed your ass to the sharks. Got it? Good."

He yanked the pice of sticky tape off her mouth and left a whole battery of bottles with baby formula and water, which she could suck on for food and hydration without using her hands, which still stayed tied firmly behind her back. He then closed the door behind him, leaving her alone in total darkness.

His roar sent shivers down her spine but didn't stop her from screaming again. Her volume echoing in the foliage overhead but it didn't seem to stop this beast but when it spanked her that made her blink. The gown was thin and the smack felt like a mix between wet hand and the caress of mink.

Karla struggled again but it was ignored as Karla saw the opening ahead, but it wasn't an opening but a small clearing that opened to a village. Then she started to fight again by thrashing and kicking wildly as her mind invented a large black kettle that she was going to be tossed into and boiled alive to feed these creatures.

Karla blinked as she was dropped into the strange room. She scooted straight into the corner as far from the opening as she could possibly get and stared at the creature on the other side.

She crouched her shoulders and began to whimper as she wasn't sure what to expect but knew she was going to die.

Caty saw the two officers get out of the car and come to her. When they put her into the back of the car. Caty ad no clue what she did worng.

"You're not under arrest yet, but you will be if you resist or do something stupid,"

Caty looked at them "Umm what did I do worng? Or did somthing happen?" Caty said scared that she did somthing worng and didn't remamber what it was.

Shiron Joins

He scented his brotherhood long before he reached their lair. Cautiously he approached - he Saw the strong frame of Teru and stretched his back in Tigerian formal greeting acknowledgeing the others seniority.

He sat on his haunches a respectful distance and awaited Teru to acknowledge and invite him further.

Cop car speeding towards the docks, somewhere in the United States

"Nothing, shut up," one of the cops threw over his shoulder at her.

They drove in silence for a while.

"Something did happen; you'll see soon."

The cruiser made its way to the dirty industrial districts, and finally to the docks themselves. Here the usual procedure was followed. One of CB's accomplaces with a third yacht was waiting. He took Caty and with the help of officers dragged her onto the boat and threw her into the hold. The crooked officers' job now finished, they went back to do their rounds like nothing happened, while the yacht with the no-longer-free captive was speeding away into the open sea.

Raji, Tigerian village.

"The first one has arrive now, brothers," Raji announced to Teru and the other two Tigerians. The smile lit his feline-like face. "Others will be coming any minute now."

"The human promised them all to arive on the same day; and if they don't..." Raji grinned, baring his impressive set of fangs. "We will find him and rip him apart. He knows that. Fear, brothers, is a great motivator for the humans."

"Watch the shore," he told them.

"Shut up, bitch," CB started the conversation with a slap. "I'm warning you, I don't give a fuck," he told her, shoving a handgun into her face. "Don't piss me off. Sit quiet here, eat and drink, and don't couse trouble, or I'm gonna feed your ass to the sharks. Got it? Good."

Faith wanted to scream and rant but she was still seeing stars from the slap and his voice told her that his threat wasn't idle. He'd have no problem tossing her over the edge of his boat. She stared at the bottles in front of her and pointedly ignored them. She'd stay quiet and wouldn't cause trouble but she wasn't stupid enough to drink some unknown substance just because he said so.

For all she knew it was drugged.

It killed her to stay quiet and sit still, she wanted to get up and pace, to let loose the nervous energy flooding through her body but she forced herself to remain still. She didn't even look up at the man that was holding her hostage. She didn't know why but something told her he wasn't the one that was going to keep her. She had the worst feeling that he was just going to dump her somewhere else like the damned hooligans had dumped her with him.

She prayed she was wrong though, if he was this bad she didn't want to meet whoever was paying him.

Caty looked out the out the window of the car. When they got to the boat. They put Caty in the hold 'Why am I on a boat?' Caty thought as she sat down 'This sucks I don't even know whats going on' Caty contue to think. As she looked aorund the hold hopeing that someone would tell her whats going on.

Shirons eyes sharpened- he realised that soon something was due to happen - the other Tigerians had simply accepted him,

He waited expectantly his muscles rippled under his dark tawny skin.

Raji meets Shiron

The sense of another being nearby made Raji look attentively and his fur stood up, excited for battle. His big frame and sharp fangs were ready to rip the intruder up. The only concern he had was about the proximity of the figure. Usually, he would sense humans and other animals much closer. Then he saw the obvious explaination as the figure approached close enough to see. It was another Tigerian! Looks like not all of them besides the four of them were extinct. There was a fifth.

Unfortunately, it was a male. They would still have to rely exclusively on human females to mate. It wasn't all that unpleasant a prospect, Raji had to admit. He was developing quite a taste for them after carrying Karla, sniffing her fresh sex.

The Tigerian was welcome in their village, but Raji had to make sure no conflicts would arise due to his presence. He approached the figure alone and growled at the other male, appearing even bigger than he really was, and stronger. He put his paw on top of the new Tigerian's head - a sign of leadership and authority of one male over another. The newcomer could accept it and be welcomed to stay, or retreat and stay independent.

"I am Raji," he told the new male. "What are you called, brother?"