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Lenora’s feet pounded against the carpeted floors, her eyes fixed on Chinook’s retreating form. The sergal was an excellent sprinter, blessed with both speed and massive endurance. But the doe was even faster, her lithe form easily dodging around laundry carts and between startled employees.

“Out of the way,” Lenora roared. “Move!” They did so in a panicked frenzy, pressing against walls to avoid being bowled over in the inspector’s charging haste.

She chased her quarry down the crimson-carpeted hallway and into a maze of lamplit corridors. Lenora lost sight of the doe for a moment, heard a startled cry from somewhere to the left, and followed. Chinook was staggering to her feet, stumbling over a dazed man whom she had crashed into head-on.

“Chinook, stop,” she ordered loudly. The doe looked back, eyes widening, and then she was dashing down another corridor decorated with paintings of landscapes and medieval hunting scenes. Chinook strained to regain some distance, but Lenora was gaining fast, only a few scant feet separating the two women.

They barreled around another corner, a staircase directly ahead. Lenora pushed herself to go faster, one hand reaching out to grasp hold of the doe’s billowing robe. Only a few inches more…

Chinook veered to the left, and Lenora followed. But the antelope ducked under her grasping hands and lunged back towards the staircase. Setting both hands on the rail, she swung herself up and over the balustrade and leapt over the edge. Lenora rushed down the stairs, determined not to lose her.

The staircase was crowded with guests, and Chinook’s reckless jump had not provided as much of a lead as she must have hoped. Towering over the crowd, Lenora could see the doe’s uniquely colored hair fighting to slip through the tightly packed bodies, and she grinned widely. In such a packed space, the doe’s small frame would inhibit instead of help. She had her now. Announcing herself loudly, Lenora began shoving through the numerous guests, her gaze firmly fixed on Chinook’s struggling form.

They came down the sweeping staircase into the main lobby. No longer empty, it teemed with a crowd of prospective and current guests, hotel staff racing about to accommodate them. As the two women bounded down the stairs, the shouting ceased. Countless eyes watched them in shock as they rushed across the atrium.

“STOP THAT WOMAN!” Lenora’s voice thundered through the lobby like a bullhorn. “DON’T LET HER OUT OF THE BUILDING!”

A fresh wave of shouts and shrieks echoed through the hotel’s interior. People collided, stumbled, fell as some rushed to assist Lenora, others scrambled to get out of the way. The tangle of bodies and luggage made the room into an obstacle course, and their paces slowed as they jumped and stepped over writhing forms and toppled suitcases.

Lenora dared not draw her weapon in such a crowded space, but the risk of losing Chinook out in the open streets was equally unacceptable. “BLOCK THE DOORS! HOLD THEM SHUT!”

A pair of bellhops nearest the door obeyed, cutting off the doe’s escape route. Chinook pivoted to the left, dodged around a burly concierge who tried to wrap her in a bear-hug style hold, and jumped up onto the counter. She leapt back the way they had come, and Lenora nearly tripped and fell reversing her course to continue the chase. Chinook slipped on the tiles, nearly fell to her knees. She shrugged off the hands that grabbed for her arms and shoulders and raced back to the stairway. She was running hard now, dodging the grasping hands and lunging arms as he bare feet pounded up the staircase. Even from several steps back, Lenora could hear her harsh and ragged pants. The sergals own lungs burned, and she wondered if the doe was merely trying to outlast her.

They followed the staircase further up, and Lenora’s legs began to cramp under the strain. They continued to a latched door, and Chinook grasped for the handle before throwing herself hard against it. Sunlight and a strong breeze rushed down the stairs and into Lenora’s face. They had reached the roof.

Lenora followed Chinook out onto the building’s wide roof. There had to be other ways down, entrances back into the hotel that the doe was counting upon. Unless this was nothing short of an act of desperation. Surely she wouldn’t go so far as to…

They were nearing the front of the roof, the city streets spreading out beneath them. She could see the doe looking back over her shoulder, and Lenora drew her sidearm and leveled it at her back. It was largely an empty threat, but it was the only thing she could think of to stop the doe from throwing herself over the edge.

“CHINOOK! FREEZE!”

Aiming over the doe’s head, she fired off a warning shot.

Chinook slowed and skidded to a stop, hands raised submissively over her head. To say that Lenora was surprised would be a colossal understatement. After all that bullshit, she was seriously going to surrender?

The sergal wasn’t buying it. Still running forward, she tucked her gun back into its holster and tackled Chinook around the midsection, taking her to the ground. The antelope yelped in surprise and discomfort as she was pressed hard against the cold roof, Lenora’s sturdy form weighing down heavily atop her.

Lenora caught Chinook’s wrists in a vice grip, pinning them firmly above her head. She stared down furiously into the doe’s eyes, teeth clenched and gasping for breath. “Why did you run from me,“ she demanded.

Chinook looked away, struggling to twist her hands free of the sergal’s grasp. “It seemed like my best option,” she admitted.

Lenora scowled and planted a knee on either side of the antelope’s legs. Rising to her feet, she pulled Chinook up by the wrists, holding them both with a single hand. She fumbled for the handcuffs on her belt. “It was a stupid option,” she said scathingly. “If you weren’t getting arrested before, you sure as hell are now!”

She cuffed the doe’s wrists tightly, double-locking the restraints to keep from giving her any room to try and wiggle free. Taking a harsh grasp on Chinook’s bicep, Lenora dragged her back down from the room and into the hotel.

“Where were you going to go, hmm? Just planned to blindly run out into the middle of Paris in your nightclothes? You’re damn lucky you didn’t make it out into the street, you probably would’ve been struck by a car rushing through the first intersection!” She knew that her lecturing was probably just going in one ear and out the other, but Lenora couldn’t help but address the nervousness that had risen in her gut during the pursuit. The possibility of losing her suspect, or worse, having Chinook come to any harm was a terrible one. In so high-profile a case as this, either event would meant utter disaster.

They returned to Chinook’s suite, the door still open wide from their abrupt exit. Lenora shoved the doe inside, closing the door behind her. Both locks turned, and she slid the deadbolt home with a final clunk.

“No more escape attempts for you,” she said silkily, watching with amusement as Chinook fiddled with her handcuffs.

But Chinook didn’t seem to be listening. Instead, her attention was drawn to the breakfast table, and the barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips. Lenora followed her gaze. One of the maids must’ve been in during their chase, likely having started to clear the dishes. The saucers and plates were neatly stacked, the silverware in an organized pile but for a single knife and fork that were crossed in an X-pattern atop one plate. Whatever caught the doe’s attention, it was none of her concern. Right now, she had an investigation to finish.

Reaching into a belt pouch, Lenora withdrew another pair of cuffs, these ones connected by a lengthy chain. It was normally meant to restrain the feet while still allowing a prisoner to walk at a reduced pace. For now, however, it would make an ideal tool for keeping her little friend well-behaved.

She pulled Chinook into the center of the room, latching one of the ankle cuffs onto the chain connecting her wrists.

“Wha-what are you doing now,” Chinook asked.

Climbing onto the nearby counter, Lenora reached up and fastened the second cuff to one of the metal spools of a ceiling fan overhead. Chinook’s arms were now stretched high over her head, almost forcing her to stand on tiptoe to keep from dangling off the floor.

“Hey! Wait a second!” Chinook pulled at her hands, making the chains jingle loudly. Looking up at her wrists, she twisted her shoulders and hips back and forth, her body rocking from side to side.

Lenora chuckled, climbing down from the counter. “I should have done this right from the start. I might have saved myself quite a bit of trouble.”

Chinook glared at her, still struggling with her restraints. “Very funny! Aren’t you being a little… excessive with this? You already have me cuffed and locked up in here!”

“You’ve already proven yourself to be a flight risk and disobedient to my orders,” Lenora said, quite gleefully reciting her department procedures. “Therefore, for your own safety, I am obliged to take whatever steps are necessary to detain you in a comfortable and humane manner.”

“Comfortable!? You’ve got me hanging from the ceiling like a piñata!”

“And you make quite a lovely one at that.” Lenora tapped Chinook’s snout with a finger, making the doe flinch back and glare harder. “Now don’t you go anywhere! I’m going to conduct my search. Just… relax and hang around.”

Chinook groaned, dropped her head and swung back a bit in her shackles. “Oh come on… you don’t have to rub it in!”

Lenora spent the next two hours turning the place upside down. She checked inside every cabinet, then pulled them free of the desks and wardrobes to check the interiors. A bible, phone book, brochures advertising the local attractions. Typical hotel fare. Next she pulled them away from the walls, tilting them forward to see if anything might have been deposited under or behind. Again, nothing.

She scoured every inch of the closet, fingers probing at the walls for any hidden paneling or unseen hiding nook. In the office, she flipped through entire stacks of notepads and blank papers to see if something was hidden among them. The blotter was clean, and the few used pages listed various restaurants and places of interest in the neighborhood. The idle thought occurred that this might be a roster for potential burglaries around Paris, but Lenora dismissed the notion. If Chinook had indeed heisted from the Louvre itself, it was quite unlikely that she’d be casing a bistro next.

In the bathroom, she checked the drains of both tub and sink, the toilet tank, even unfolded each towel and shook them out carefully. The toiletries were similarly checked, each tube of toothpaste and bottle of shampoo squeezed out dry in case something had been concealed within. Once the sink was half-drowned in soap and suds and the bathroom reeked of lavender, she moved on.

All that remained was the doe’s luggage. Lenora opened and examined each bag carefully. She didn’t really believe Chinook would go so far as to booby-trap her own suitcases… but better safe than sorry.

When no smoke bombs, flashbangs, knockout gas, poisonous snakes, or alien parasites emerged, she got to searching. When all the bags were empty, the contents strewn haphazardly across the bedspread, Lenora had learned two things. First, Chinook had a very clear preference for the color blue. Second, she was also quite fond of lacey underthings.

Unfortunately, neither piece of information was exactly conducive to her investigation. Sinking down onto the bed, Lenora put a hand to her forehead, unable to hide her disappointment. She wasn’t sure what exactly she’d expected to find. Drawers filled with stolen loot? Coat pockets bulging with jewels? Ancient artifacts stuffed beneath the mattress?

Regardless, her searched had turned up nothing. That seemed to point to two possibilities.

The first was that same nagging doubt that had been in her mind since the beginning. That perhaps Chinook truly was innocent, and had caught their attention purely by happenstance. But Lenora couldn’t bring herself to believe that. Not after how far she’d come, not after the doe had dragged her on a foot pursuit through every floor of this hotel. No, she was hiding something, and the sergal was determined to get to the bottom of it.

And that led to the second possibility. The jewels and other museum pieces might have been stored elsewhere, perhaps in several places. Twelve hours was more than enough time to scatter and hide them throughout the city, perhaps even outside the country!

If that was the case… then their only lead was currently cuffed and dangling from the ceiling back in the living room. Which meant forcing a confession out of the antelope. This was where things could truly go wrong. Unlawful detainment and unwarranted searches were one thing, but an interrogation gone too far without authorization…

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Heading back into the living room, Lenora took a seat in an armchair facing Chinook. The doe had ceased struggling and seemed content to just dangle like a fish on a hook, though her face was set in a look of unmistakable smugness.

“Guess you didn’t find anything,” she said cheekily.

Lenora pursed her lips and glared daggers at the antelope.

“I don’t see why you’re so upset about it. I mean shouldn’t that tracking signal or whatever have told you nothing was here?”

Lenora pressed a hand to her forehead in exasperation. “There are no tracking signals.”

“Wait wait wait! That was a bluff?!” Chinook looked absolutely thrilled by the news. “You… you really had me going there for awhile! Wow, I didn’t you cops could be that sneaky! I’m impressed.”

“Impressed enough to tell me where the jewels are,” Lenora asked innocently.

Chinook’s mouth was halfway open before she gave Lenora a shrewd grin. “Nice try! But why would I know where they are? I didn’t have anything to do with it, remember?”

“I admitted when I was lying, why don’t you do the same? We both know you’re responsible.”

“Hmm, maaaaaaaaaaaybe. But only one of us is stuck having to actually prove it.”

The antelope’s sass was beginning to grate on Lenora’s nerves. Suddenly the prospect of resorting to extremes to force a confession seemed a bit more reasonable. “I quite intend to. Just as soon as YOU tell me what I need to know.”

Standing up from the chair, Lenora tuned out whatever feisty and no doubt irrelevant reply the antelope had surely thrown her way. She needed to think this through, figure out what buttons to press if she was going to get under the doe’s skin. Something that would loosen her lips and unbalance her enough to force the information out. She paced a few steps, turned back.

The sergal tugged at her collar in discomfort. The afternoon had grown progressively warmer, and between their frantic chase and a very intense search of the room she was absolutely roasting. Hoping to cool herself off, Lenora pulled off her gloves and stretched her aching fingers before reaching up to undo the first two buttons on her shirt.

“Um… wha-what are you doing,” Chinook asked, the slightest tremble in her voice. Lenora looked up to see the doe’s cheeks flushed and her head turned to the side.

“What? I’m just…” Lenora paused midsentence as she processed the reaction. It seemed that her suspect was somewhat on the bashful side. She might be able to use that to very good effect.

“I’m just getting more comfortable,” she said lazily, undoing the next two buttons. Chinook’s eyes flicked over to her, then back to the window. “If you don’t plan on talking, we might be here for quite awhile. So I figure, why not relax a bit?”

With the last button undone, Lenora pulled the shirt’s tail out from where it was tucked into her pants and shrugged her arms free. Dropping the shirt onto the chair, Lenora stretched out her arms and rolled her shoulders with an audible sigh of relief.

“Ahh! Much better. You don’t mind, I hope?”

Chinook was trying to stare a hole through the wall, her face an alarming shade of red. “Nu-nu-nope,” she stammered. “You go right a… ahead…”

“I’ll do that, thanks!” Humming to herself, Lenora turned her back to Chinook and began wiggling out of her pants. She smirked at the sound of a quite, but not fully stifled “eep” from behind. Bending over much more than was necessary, she stepped out of each pant leg, taking care to give her tail and rear a few shakes for her… ‘captive audience.’

Now wearing only her chest wrapping only her chest wrappings and loincloth, Lenora turned back to Chinook. The doe’s body was tense as a coiled spring, her face doing an admirable impersonation of a tomato. Lenora chuckled. Oh this was going to be far too easy.

“Now then, where were we? I think you were about to tell me where those jewels are, right?”

“How should I know,” Chinook asked, keeping her eyes averted. “They’re sure as hell not here! What else do you want?”

“You seem awfully sure of that,” Lenora said. She leaned around and met Chinook’s gaze with a smile. “You wouldn’t be lying to me again… would you?”

Chinook stuttered for a moment, stumbling over her own words. “Wh…why would I do that? You’ve checked every inch of this room, haven’t you!?”

“Well, not everywhere…” Lenora said.

“What do you… augh!” Chinook yelped and swung back on her chains as Lenora reached down and undid the belt of her robe. “Stop that! What are you doing?!”

Lenora pulled the robe open, exposing the doe’s skimpy nightgown. “Just a precaution. It’s our procedure to always check those we arrest for weapons, contraband, and in your case, stolen items. Have to make sure you aren’t hiding anything.”

Chinook wiggled and squirmed, trying to pull away from Lenora’s hands. She was blushing furiously, her expression warring between disbelief and outrage. “Where would I hide anything? I’m in pajamas, damn it! Let go!”

Lenora only grinned wider, putting a hand to each of the antelope’s hips and feeling Chinook’s warm body beneath the silky nightgown. She rubbed her hands slowly up the doe’s ribs, across her stomach and around her back. “It’s just procedure,” she tried to assure her prisoner. “We have to check everyone like this. For our safety, you understand.”

“Safety my ass… AiYEE!” Lenora’s hand crept around to grasp hold of her butt and give it a firm squeeze. “Don’t do that!”

Ignoring her protests, Lenora moved around behind Chinook and pressed herself against the doe’s back. Hands settling on her thighs, Lenora began rubbing and stroking upwards, fingers moving in slow and relaxing circles.

“Sorry, but I have to check everywhere,” Lenora purred. Her hands wandered up under the hem of Chinook’s nightdress, pulling the garment up higher. Chinook shivered as the cool air crept over her stomach, and she once again tried squirming out of Lenora’s arms.

Reaching higher, Lenora cupped Chinook’s breasts in either hand. A few soft squeezes and the doe’s protests turned to a long and shuddering moan. “Hmm, guess you’re not hiding anything here…” Chinook whimpered as her thumbs traced firmly over the nipples.

“I wonder, where else can I check?” Lenora hands traced back down Chinook’s sides, again coming to rest at her hips.

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THESE PARAGRAPHS CENSORED FOR RAMPANT SERGAL NAUGHTINESS

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“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” Lenora said. She gave the doe a few moments to catch her breath and recover. Chinook appeared completely punch-drunk, a dazed look in her eyes and no resistance left in her body as she hung limply from the handcuffs. Just another good push or two, and she’d tell her anything she wanted.

Lenora skittered her fingers across Chinook’s stomach, making the doe flinch and giggle loudly. “Nothing here… what about here?” Hands separating, she worked her way up to either armpit, digging her fingers into the vulnerable areas.

“Heheheheahahahaahah! Nuhahahahaha noooo! St-ahhahahap it! Pleee-ahahaahse!”

Lenora kept up the tickle torture for several minutes, mercilessly assailing the poor doe until her laughter faded into hiccups and gasps for air. This was proving to be quite the entertaining interrogation. Quite a fitting revenge, too, for the way the doe had forced her onto that wild goose chase through the halls.

Locking her arms around Chinook’s waist, Lenora leaned against her and nibbled lightly at one ear. “Are you ready to talk now?”

“Huuuu, haaaaa... don’t… don’t have them…” Chinook gasped.

“Then who does,” Lenora asked. “You’d better give me a name, Chinook, or tell me where I can find them?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” an unfamiliar voice said. “She’s standing right behind you.”

Lenora’s eyes bulged in their sockets. She let go of the antelope and spun around, hands fisting and coming up in a defensive stance. All she saw was a pair of ruby-red eyes, and then a wave of chilling darkness enveloped her.

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It felt like a thousand pins and needles jabbing into her body, the sort of horrible tingling that comes from having your foot fall asleep all night, but everywhere. Lenora shuddered violently, trying to move her hands to scratch at the aggravating itches that covered her. Her limbs refused to budge. She was still breathing, thankfully. And aside from the strange tingling in her muscles, there didn’t seem to be any kind of damage.

She had fallen right by Chinook’s feet, her face turned upwards and staring blankly at the doe. To her surprise, Chinook seemed to be similarly debilitated, hanging limp and motionless in her cuffs and eyes unblinking.

The air above her seemed to shift and distort, almost like the haze off asphalt in the hot sunshine. The shimmering intensified, coalescing into a blurry shape. Before her eyes, a blonde-haired shark appeared out of thin air. The shark was completely naked except for a metal tie that kept her hair in a tight braid and a strange looking gauntlet affixed to her right arm.

The shark stepped around Chinook’s body, paying no heed when the heel of her foot collided painfully with Lenora’s immobile snout. Gently lifting the antelope’s chin, the shark brushed some hair from her eyes and chuckled. “What am I going to do with you,” she asked in a fond voice. Chinook just stared blankly ahead.

“Oh yeah, forgot I had to nail you with this thing as well. Sorry about that, by the way. Should wear off here before too long though.”

The shark moved out of Lenora’s line of sight, but from the rustling of clothes to the right, it sounded like she was digging through her clothes. She returned to view with the handcuff key in hand. Wrapping an arm around Chinook’s waist, the shark released her from the handcuffs and lifted her up bridal style.

“There we go! Shit, it’s a good thing I came back here, you know? Do you know how long I was waiting at our rendezvous point before I realized she must have caught you? Thought I was gonna have to blast my way straight into police headquarters to rescue that hot little ass!”

Chinook’s mouth twitched, a gasping moan barely escaping her throat.

“Hey, hey hey, take it easy,” the shark said with a look of concern. “These toys of yours are fun, but it must be a real pain in the ass having them turned on you.”

“Nice… to see you… too,” Chinook managed to whisper. The shark rolled her eyes, but leaned in to peck her gently on the lips.

“You know you’re gonna owe me for this, right? Soon as we get home, I ain’t letting you out of bed for a week. And you’re STILL not gonna be able walk straight for days after that!”

Lenora was starting to feel her fingers again. She curled them in and out slowly, willing her body to fight off the effects of whatever the shark had done to her. Unfortunately, the blonde noticed her subtle movement, and a cruel smile spread over her face.

“Oh no you don’t, ‘madam inspector.’ I’m not even close to done with you yet!”

Lowering Chinook to the floor, the shark leveled her gauntlet at the helpless sergal. There was the softest hum of something electronic powering up, and then another wave of darkness closed in.

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The second part of an entry for 's contest. It seems Lenora's bitten off a bit more than she can chew, and she's about to find out just why you don't mess with something that belongs to Purgatori! Prepare for rampant sharky naughtiness!

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Lenora’s feet pounded against the carpeted floors, her eyes fixed on Chinook’s retreating form. The sergal was an excellent sprinter, blessed with both speed and massive endurance. But the doe was even faster, her lithe form easily dodging around laundry carts and between startled employees.

“Out of the way,” Lenora roared. “Move!” They did so in a panicked frenzy, pressing against walls to avoid being bowled over in the inspector’s charging haste.

She chased her quarry down the crimson-carpeted hallway and into a maze of lamplit corridors. Lenora lost sight of the doe for a moment, heard a startled cry from somewhere to the left, and followed. Chinook was staggering to her feet, stumbling over a dazed man whom she had crashed into head-on.

“Chinook, stop,” she ordered loudly. The doe looked back, eyes widening, and then she was dashing down another corridor decorated with paintings of landscapes and medieval hunting scenes. Chinook strained to regain some distance, but Lenora was gaining fast, only a few scant feet separating the two women.

They barreled around another corner, a staircase directly ahead. Lenora pushed herself to go faster, one hand reaching out to grasp hold of the doe’s billowing robe. Only a few inches more…

Chinook veered to the left, and Lenora followed. But the antelope ducked under her grasping hands and lunged back towards the staircase. Setting both hands on the rail, she swung herself up and over the balustrade and leapt over the edge. Lenora rushed down the stairs, determined not to lose her.

The staircase was crowded with guests, and Chinook’s reckless jump had not provided as much of a lead as she must have hoped. Towering over the crowd, Lenora could see the doe’s uniquely colored hair fighting to slip through the tightly packed bodies, and she grinned widely. In such a packed space, the doe’s small frame would inhibit instead of help. She had her now. Announcing herself loudly, Lenora began shoving through the numerous guests, her gaze firmly fixed on Chinook’s struggling form.

They came down the sweeping staircase into the main lobby. No longer empty, it teemed with a crowd of prospective and current guests, hotel staff racing about to accommodate them. As the two women bounded down the stairs, the shouting ceased. Countless eyes watched them in shock as they rushed across the atrium.

“STOP THAT WOMAN!” Lenora’s voice thundered through the lobby like a bullhorn. “DON’T LET HER OUT OF THE BUILDING!”

A fresh wave of shouts and shrieks echoed through the hotel’s interior. People collided, stumbled, fell as some rushed to assist Lenora, others scrambled to get out of the way. The tangle of bodies and luggage made the room into an obstacle course, and their paces slowed as they jumped and stepped over writhing forms and toppled suitcases.

Lenora dared not draw her weapon in such a crowded space, but the risk of losing Chinook out in the open streets was equally unacceptable. “BLOCK THE DOORS! HOLD THEM SHUT!”

A pair of bellhops nearest the door obeyed, cutting off the doe’s escape route. Chinook pivoted to the left, dodged around a burly concierge who tried to wrap her in a bear-hug style hold, and jumped up onto the counter. She leapt back the way they had come, and Lenora nearly tripped and fell reversing her course to continue the chase. Chinook slipped on the tiles, nearly fell to her knees. She shrugged off the hands that grabbed for her arms and shoulders and raced back to the stairway. She was running hard now, dodging the grasping hands and lunging arms as he bare feet pounded up the staircase. Even from several steps back, Lenora could hear her harsh and ragged pants. The sergals own lungs burned, and she wondered if the doe was merely trying to outlast her.

They followed the staircase further up, and Lenora’s legs began to cramp under the strain. They continued to a latched door, and Chinook grasped for the handle before throwing herself hard against it. Sunlight and a strong breeze rushed down the stairs and into Lenora’s face. They had reached the roof.

Lenora followed Chinook out onto the building’s wide roof. There had to be other ways down, entrances back into the hotel that the doe was counting upon. Unless this was nothing short of an act of desperation. Surely she wouldn’t go so far as to…

They were nearing the front of the roof, the city streets spreading out beneath them. She could see the doe looking back over her shoulder, and Lenora drew her sidearm and leveled it at her back. It was largely an empty threat, but it was the only thing she could think of to stop the doe from throwing herself over the edge.

“CHINOOK! FREEZE!”

Aiming over the doe’s head, she fired off a warning shot.

Chinook slowed and skidded to a stop, hands raised submissively over her head. To say that Lenora was surprised would be a colossal understatement. After all that bullshit, she was seriously going to surrender?

The sergal wasn’t buying it. Still running forward, she tucked her gun back into its holster and tackled Chinook around the midsection, taking her to the ground. The antelope yelped in surprise and discomfort as she was pressed hard against the cold roof, Lenora’s sturdy form weighing down heavily atop her.

Lenora caught Chinook’s wrists in a vice grip, pinning them firmly above her head. She stared down furiously into the doe’s eyes, teeth clenched and gasping for breath. “Why did you run from me,“ she demanded.

Chinook looked away, struggling to twist her hands free of the sergal’s grasp. “It seemed like my best option,” she admitted.

Lenora scowled and planted a knee on either side of the antelope’s legs. Rising to her feet, she pulled Chinook up by the wrists, holding them both with a single hand. She fumbled for the handcuffs on her belt. “It was a stupid option,” she said scathingly. “If you weren’t getting arrested before, you sure as hell are now!”

She cuffed the doe’s wrists tightly, double-locking the restraints to keep from giving her any room to try and wiggle free. Taking a harsh grasp on Chinook’s bicep, Lenora dragged her back down from the room and into the hotel.

“Where were you going to go, hmm? Just planned to blindly run out into the middle of Paris in your nightclothes? You’re damn lucky you didn’t make it out into the street, you probably would’ve been struck by a car rushing through the first intersection!” She knew that her lecturing was probably just going in one ear and out the other, but Lenora couldn’t help but address the nervousness that had risen in her gut during the pursuit. The possibility of losing her suspect, or worse, having Chinook come to any harm was a terrible one. In so high-profile a case as this, either event would meant utter disaster.

They returned to Chinook’s suite, the door still open wide from their abrupt exit. Lenora shoved the doe inside, closing the door behind her. Both locks turned, and she slid the deadbolt home with a final clunk.

“No more escape attempts for you,” she said silkily, watching with amusement as Chinook fiddled with her handcuffs.

But Chinook didn’t seem to be listening. Instead, her attention was drawn to the breakfast table, and the barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips. Lenora followed her gaze. One of the maids must’ve been in during their chase, likely having started to clear the dishes. The saucers and plates were neatly stacked, the silverware in an organized pile but for a single knife and fork that were crossed in an X-pattern atop one plate. Whatever caught the doe’s attention, it was none of her concern. Right now, she had an investigation to finish.

Reaching into a belt pouch, Lenora withdrew another pair of cuffs, these ones connected by a lengthy chain. It was normally meant to restrain the feet while still allowing a prisoner to walk at a reduced pace. For now, however, it would make an ideal tool for keeping her little friend well-behaved.

She pulled Chinook into the center of the room, latching one of the ankle cuffs onto the chain connecting her wrists.

“Wha-what are you doing now,” Chinook asked.

Climbing onto the nearby counter, Lenora reached up and fastened the second cuff to one of the metal spools of a ceiling fan overhead. Chinook’s arms were now stretched high over her head, almost forcing her to stand on tiptoe to keep from dangling off the floor.

“Hey! Wait a second!” Chinook pulled at her hands, making the chains jingle loudly. Looking up at her wrists, she twisted her shoulders and hips back and forth, her body rocking from side to side.

Lenora chuckled, climbing down from the counter. “I should have done this right from the start. I might have saved myself quite a bit of trouble.”

Chinook glared at her, still struggling with her restraints. “Very funny! Aren’t you being a little… excessive with this? You already have me cuffed and locked up in here!”

“You’ve already proven yourself to be a flight risk and disobedient to my orders,” Lenora said, quite gleefully reciting her department procedures. “Therefore, for your own safety, I am obliged to take whatever steps are necessary to detain you in a comfortable and humane manner.”

“Comfortable!? You’ve got me hanging from the ceiling like a piñata!”

“And you make quite a lovely one at that.” Lenora tapped Chinook’s snout with a finger, making the doe flinch back and glare harder. “Now don’t you go anywhere! I’m going to conduct my search. Just… relax and hang around.”

Chinook groaned, dropped her head and swung back a bit in her shackles. “Oh come on… you don’t have to rub it in!”

Lenora spent the next two hours turning the place upside down. She checked inside every cabinet, then pulled them free of the desks and wardrobes to check the interiors. A bible, phone book, brochures advertising the local attractions. Typical hotel fare. Next she pulled them away from the walls, tilting them forward to see if anything might have been deposited under or behind. Again, nothing.

She scoured every inch of the closet, fingers probing at the walls for any hidden paneling or unseen hiding nook. In the office, she flipped through entire stacks of notepads and blank papers to see if something was hidden among them. The blotter was clean, and the few used pages listed various restaurants and places of interest in the neighborhood. The idle thought occurred that this might be a roster for potential burglaries around Paris, but Lenora dismissed the notion. If Chinook had indeed heisted from the Louvre itself, it was quite unlikely that she’d be casing a bistro next.

In the bathroom, she checked the drains of both tub and sink, the toilet tank, even unfolded each towel and shook them out carefully. The toiletries were similarly checked, each tube of toothpaste and bottle of shampoo squeezed out dry in case something had been concealed within. Once the sink was half-drowned in soap and suds and the bathroom reeked of lavender, she moved on.

All that remained was the doe’s luggage. Lenora opened and examined each bag carefully. She didn’t really believe Chinook would go so far as to booby-trap her own suitcases… but better safe than sorry.

When no smoke bombs, flashbangs, knockout gas, poisonous snakes, or alien parasites emerged, she got to searching. When all the bags were empty, the contents strewn haphazardly across the bedspread, Lenora had learned two things. First, Chinook had a very clear preference for the color blue. Second, she was also quite fond of lacey underthings.

Unfortunately, neither piece of information was exactly conducive to her investigation. Sinking down onto the bed, Lenora put a hand to her forehead, unable to hide her disappointment. She wasn’t sure what exactly she’d expected to find. Drawers filled with stolen loot? Coat pockets bulging with jewels? Ancient artifacts stuffed beneath the mattress?

Regardless, her searched had turned up nothing. That seemed to point to two possibilities.

The first was that same nagging doubt that had been in her mind since the beginning. That perhaps Chinook truly was innocent, and had caught their attention purely by happenstance. But Lenora couldn’t bring herself to believe that. Not after how far she’d come, not after the doe had dragged her on a foot pursuit through every floor of this hotel. No, she was hiding something, and the sergal was determined to get to the bottom of it.

And that led to the second possibility. The jewels and other museum pieces might have been stored elsewhere, perhaps in several places. Twelve hours was more than enough time to scatter and hide them throughout the city, perhaps even outside the country!

If that was the case… then their only lead was currently cuffed and dangling from the ceiling back in the living room. Which meant forcing a confession out of the antelope. This was where things could truly go wrong. Unlawful detainment and unwarranted searches were one thing, but an interrogation gone too far without authorization…

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Heading back into the living room, Lenora took a seat in an armchair facing Chinook. The doe had ceased struggling and seemed content to just dangle like a fish on a hook, though her face was set in a look of unmistakable smugness.

“Guess you didn’t find anything,” she said cheekily.

Lenora pursed her lips and glared daggers at the antelope.

“I don’t see why you’re so upset about it. I mean shouldn’t that tracking signal or whatever have told you nothing was here?”

Lenora pressed a hand to her forehead in exasperation. “There are no tracking signals.”

“Wait wait wait! That was a bluff?!” Chinook looked absolutely thrilled by the news. “You… you really had me going there for awhile! Wow, I didn’t you cops could be that sneaky! I’m impressed.”

“Impressed enough to tell me where the jewels are,” Lenora asked innocently.

Chinook’s mouth was halfway open before she gave Lenora a shrewd grin. “Nice try! But why would I know where they are? I didn’t have anything to do with it, remember?”

“I admitted when I was lying, why don’t you do the same? We both know you’re responsible.”

“Hmm, maaaaaaaaaaaybe. But only one of us is stuck having to actually prove it.”

The antelope’s sass was beginning to grate on Lenora’s nerves. Suddenly the prospect of resorting to extremes to force a confession seemed a bit more reasonable. “I quite intend to. Just as soon as YOU tell me what I need to know.”

Standing up from the chair, Lenora tuned out whatever feisty and no doubt irrelevant reply the antelope had surely thrown her way. She needed to think this through, figure out what buttons to press if she was going to get under the doe’s skin. Something that would loosen her lips and unbalance her enough to force the information out. She paced a few steps, turned back.

The sergal tugged at her collar in discomfort. The afternoon had grown progressively warmer, and between their frantic chase and a very intense search of the room she was absolutely roasting. Hoping to cool herself off, Lenora pulled off her gloves and stretched her aching fingers before reaching up to undo the first two buttons on her shirt.

“Um… wha-what are you doing,” Chinook asked, the slightest tremble in her voice. Lenora looked up to see the doe’s cheeks flushed and her head turned to the side.

“What? I’m just…” Lenora paused midsentence as she processed the reaction. It seemed that her suspect was somewhat on the bashful side. She might be able to use that to very good effect.

“I’m just getting more comfortable,” she said lazily, undoing the next two buttons. Chinook’s eyes flicked over to her, then back to the window. “If you don’t plan on talking, we might be here for quite awhile. So I figure, why not relax a bit?”

With the last button undone, Lenora pulled the shirt’s tail out from where it was tucked into her pants and shrugged her arms free. Dropping the shirt onto the chair, Lenora stretched out her arms and rolled her shoulders with an audible sigh of relief.

“Ahh! Much better. You don’t mind, I hope?”

Chinook was trying to stare a hole through the wall, her face an alarming shade of red. “Nu-nu-nope,” she stammered. “You go right a… ahead…”

“I’ll do that, thanks!” Humming to herself, Lenora turned her back to Chinook and began wiggling out of her pants. She smirked at the sound of a quite, but not fully stifled “eep” from behind. Bending over much more than was necessary, she stepped out of each pant leg, taking care to give her tail and rear a few shakes for her… ‘captive audience.’

Now wearing only her chest wrapping only her chest wrappings and loincloth, Lenora turned back to Chinook. The doe’s body was tense as a coiled spring, her face doing an admirable impersonation of a tomato. Lenora chuckled. Oh this was going to be far too easy.

“Now then, where were we? I think you were about to tell me where those jewels are, right?”

“How should I know,” Chinook asked, keeping her eyes averted. “They’re sure as hell not here! What else do you want?”

“You seem awfully sure of that,” Lenora said. She leaned around and met Chinook’s gaze with a smile. “You wouldn’t be lying to me again… would you?”

Chinook stuttered for a moment, stumbling over her own words. “Wh…why would I do that? You’ve checked every inch of this room, haven’t you!?”

“Well, not everywhere…” Lenora said.

“What do you… augh!” Chinook yelped and swung back on her chains as Lenora reached down and undid the belt of her robe. “Stop that! What are you doing?!”

Lenora pulled the robe open, exposing the doe’s skimpy nightgown. “Just a precaution. It’s our procedure to always check those we arrest for weapons, contraband, and in your case, stolen items. Have to make sure you aren’t hiding anything.”

Chinook wiggled and squirmed, trying to pull away from Lenora’s hands. She was blushing furiously, her expression warring between disbelief and outrage. “Where would I hide anything? I’m in pajamas, damn it! Let go!”

Lenora only grinned wider, putting a hand to each of the antelope’s hips and feeling Chinook’s warm body beneath the silky nightgown. She rubbed her hands slowly up the doe’s ribs, across her stomach and around her back. “It’s just procedure,” she tried to assure her prisoner. “We have to check everyone like this. For our safety, you understand.”

“Safety my ass… AiYEE!” Lenora’s hand crept around to grasp hold of her butt and give it a firm squeeze. “Don’t do that!”

Ignoring her protests, Lenora moved around behind Chinook and pressed herself against the doe’s back. Hands settling on her thighs, Lenora began rubbing and stroking upwards, fingers moving in slow and relaxing circles.

“Sorry, but I have to check everywhere,” Lenora purred. Her hands wandered up under the hem of Chinook’s nightdress, pulling the garment up higher. Chinook shivered as the cool air crept over her stomach, and she once again tried squirming out of Lenora’s arms.

Reaching higher, Lenora cupped Chinook’s breasts in either hand. A few soft squeezes and the doe’s protests turned to a long and shuddering moan. “Hmm, guess you’re not hiding anything here…” Chinook whimpered as her thumbs traced firmly over the nipples.

“I wonder, where else can I check?” Lenora hands traced back down Chinook’s sides, again coming to rest at her hips.

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THESE PARAGRAPHS CENSORED FOR RAMPANT SERGAL NAUGHTINESS

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“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” Lenora said. She gave the doe a few moments to catch her breath and recover. Chinook appeared completely punch-drunk, a dazed look in her eyes and no resistance left in her body as she hung limply from the handcuffs. Just another good push or two, and she’d tell her anything she wanted.

Lenora skittered her fingers across Chinook’s stomach, making the doe flinch and giggle loudly. “Nothing here… what about here?” Hands separating, she worked her way up to either armpit, digging her fingers into the vulnerable areas.

“Heheheheahahahaahah! Nuhahahahaha noooo! St-ahhahahap it! Pleee-ahahaahse!”

Lenora kept up the tickle torture for several minutes, mercilessly assailing the poor doe until her laughter faded into hiccups and gasps for air. This was proving to be quite the entertaining interrogation. Quite a fitting revenge, too, for the way the doe had forced her onto that wild goose chase through the halls.

Locking her arms around Chinook’s waist, Lenora leaned against her and nibbled lightly at one ear. “Are you ready to talk now?”

“Huuuu, haaaaa... don’t… don’t have them…” Chinook gasped.

“Then who does,” Lenora asked. “You’d better give me a name, Chinook, or tell me where I can find them?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” an unfamiliar voice said. “She’s standing right behind you.”

Lenora’s eyes bulged in their sockets. She let go of the antelope and spun around, hands fisting and coming up in a defensive stance. All she saw was a pair of ruby-red eyes, and then a wave of chilling darkness enveloped her.

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It felt like a thousand pins and needles jabbing into her body, the sort of horrible tingling that comes from having your foot fall asleep all night, but everywhere. Lenora shuddered violently, trying to move her hands to scratch at the aggravating itches that covered her. Her limbs refused to budge. She was still breathing, thankfully. And aside from the strange tingling in her muscles, there didn’t seem to be any kind of damage.

She had fallen right by Chinook’s feet, her face turned upwards and staring blankly at the doe. To her surprise, Chinook seemed to be similarly debilitated, hanging limp and motionless in her cuffs and eyes unblinking.

The air above her seemed to shift and distort, almost like the haze off asphalt in the hot sunshine. The shimmering intensified, coalescing into a blurry shape. Before her eyes, a blonde-haired shark appeared out of thin air. The shark was completely naked except for a metal tie that kept her hair in a tight braid and a strange looking gauntlet affixed to her right arm.

The shark stepped around Chinook’s body, paying no heed when the heel of her foot collided painfully with Lenora’s immobile snout. Gently lifting the antelope’s chin, the shark brushed some hair from her eyes and chuckled. “What am I going to do with you,” she asked in a fond voice. Chinook just stared blankly ahead.

“Oh yeah, forgot I had to nail you with this thing as well. Sorry about that, by the way. Should wear off here before too long though.”

The shark moved out of Lenora’s line of sight, but from the rustling of clothes to the right, it sounded like she was digging through her clothes. She returned to view with the handcuff key in hand. Wrapping an arm around Chinook’s waist, the shark released her from the handcuffs and lifted her up bridal style.

“There we go! Shit, it’s a good thing I came back here, you know? Do you know how long I was waiting at our rendezvous point before I realized she must have caught you? Thought I was gonna have to blast my way straight into police headquarters to rescue that hot little ass!”

Chinook’s mouth twitched, a gasping moan barely escaping her throat.

“Hey, hey hey, take it easy,” the shark said with a look of concern. “These toys of yours are fun, but it must be a real pain in the ass having them turned on you.”

“Nice… to see you… too,” Chinook managed to whisper. The shark rolled her eyes, but leaned in to peck her gently on the lips.

“You know you’re gonna owe me for this, right? Soon as we get home, I ain’t letting you out of bed for a week. And you’re STILL not gonna be able walk straight for days after that!”

Lenora was starting to feel her fingers again. She curled them in and out slowly, willing her body to fight off the effects of whatever the shark had done to her. Unfortunately, the blonde noticed her subtle movement, and a cruel smile spread over her face.

“Oh no you don’t, ‘madam inspector.’ I’m not even close to done with you yet!”

Lowering Chinook to the floor, the shark leveled her gauntlet at the helpless sergal. There was the softest hum of something electronic powering up, and then another wave of darkness closed in.

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The second part of an entry for 's contest. It seems Lenora's bitten off a bit more than she can chew, and she's about to find out just why you don't mess with something that belongs to Purgatori! Prepare for rampant sharky naughtiness!

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