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    Just as Robin shut the door, Candice peeked from a room down the hall.

    "Hey! Over here!" she called, waiving her over. Behind her, a German Shepard in a blue uniform was tied to a desk chair and looking quite upset!

    Robin’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of the bound security guard. She stepped away from Roxanne’s office and hissed, “Candy, what did you do?”

    "Never mind! Just help me make her talk!" she said, shutting the door as her mentor entered. She leaned down and whispered in the dog's ear, "You're in trouble now! My partner is a real pro at this! You better tell me the combination to this safe or you'll regret it!"

    "Do your worst!" the chair bound Shepard barked.

    Robin sighed softly and gave Candy a wry smile. "You owe me for this," she smirked, sitting down in front of the dog’s feet and lifting them onto her lap. "Alright, let's see what we're working with here..."

    "I got her boots off for ya, but those stinkers are all yours!" Candy chuckled.

    The Shepard snarled, “My socks do not stink!”

    Robin grinned and motioned Candy down to sit beside her, one hand playing with the kitty’s ears while the other tickled around the doggie’s socked soles. A reluctant grin played on the edges of the guard dog's mouth as her paws rung and shook.

    "You gonna tell?" Robin asked, watching sweat form on the canine’s brow. She snickered, digging into the dog’s arches. "I dunno...What do you think I should use first?" she asks, showing her trainee the contents of her case. Among other tools, she had a fair selection of items that doubled as tickle toys when put in the right place! “I certainly don’t want to hurt her…”

    "How about we use the stiff brushes a bit and if that doesn't work, we get rid of these socks, soak her with baby oil and let these super soft feathers go to town!"

    The guard dog first shook her head at the mention of brushes, then stuck out her tongue at the thought of the oil and finally bristled at the thought of the feathers! "How about I tell you I don't know the number, you let me go and you get to go home without a bite mark in your butt?"

    Robin couldn’t help but snicker at her reactions, even while pulling out a pair of stiff paintbrushes and setting to work.

    "How about you prove you don't know it, and I'll go easy on these adorable paws of yours?" she replied, dusting over her heels to start.

    The dog’s paws pulled back as far as they could, ankles flexing, toes curling, but her heels were stuck in place on the cat’s lap!

    "Oooh! 'k" she struggled, trying to keep her voice level. "How?"

    By now, Candy was enjoying having a not so tough dog to bully! "It's a pretty important number, maybe she wrote it down... In her underwear! Yeah, maybe I better get rid of that uniform and check for tattoos!"

    The Shepard’s ears stood on end!

    "No! Really! I don't..."

    "Ooooh! Now I really want to!"

    "I dunno if that's necessary," Robin laughed, softly brushing along the dog’s arches. "But then who else would know the combination?"

    "Hehe! I... I guess just Mr… Hehe… and Mrs Wolf..."

    "Oh?" Candy chuckled. "But not 'M. Wolfstean, Head of Security'?" she asked tugging on the name tag and fingering the rent-a-cop's badge.

    "Hmm...I dunno." Robin looked up at Candy, grinning as she rolled the guard’s socks up to exposes her heels. "Do we believe her?"

    "Doesn't seem very likely!" she replied as she got up and began unbuttoning the dog’s shirt slowly from behind...

    "He..Hey! Wh... What gives?"

    Robin laughed, brushing over the now bared heels. "Are you sure you wanna go through with that? I may have found you some honest work…"

    "Oh, but nothing as fun as this!" Candy laughed, moving on to the gun belt.

    The canine giggled and blushed as her heels were tickled and her clothes were forced open.

    "True. Very true." Robin chuckled, slipping the brushes up into the doggie’s socks.

    Candy suddenly took up a pair of scissors from the desk! "Ok, last chance! You talk or I start snipping away your dignity!" she huffed, skillfully snipping off the top button on the poor dog's open shirt!

    "Whoh! Gees! Hehe! I don't know it! Hehe! Really! Stop torturing me!"

    Robin plucked her socks off outright and brushing between her toes. "New possibilities open up with every item we remove! I suggest you make this easy on yourself!"

    Candy shrugged and snipped up each of Wolfstean's short sleeves and tugged away the guard’s uniform, leaving her sitting in a white tank top. The cat's hands reached around to rub the doggie's exposed belly, emphasizing Robin’s warning.

    For her part, the dog did manage to growl and even snap at Candy, despite her ticklish toes!

    Robin squinted at her, bopping the top of her foot while she swaps the paintbrushes for feathers. "Hey. You hurt my friend, and this torture will get a lot harsher!"

    "Yeah! And I'm going to go ahead and cut off these slacks as punishment for biting!"

    "No! Haha!" the dog begged as her paws flexed and shook as the soft quills came into play!

    Undeterred, Candy soon had a ruined pair of pants on one hand and a blushing, laughing doggie on the other! Now with only her hat to show she’d ever been a figure of authority, the Shepard sat laughing in a pair of light blue panties with little bones printed all over them!

    “You’re running out of leeway,” Robin said, moving the feathers up the poor girl’s legs.

    The guard shook but managed, "No! I mean it! Only the owners have the combination to the inner safe!"

    "Oh really?"

    Candy giggled and pulled at the dog’s top. "No bra? You better talk or I'll free these puppies!"

    “No! Please! Stop it! Haha! The keys are in my pants! Hehe… Or what’s left of them!”

    Candy picked up the front half of the pants and fished out the dog’s wallet and keyring.

    “Mina… Yeah, that fits you,” she said, looking over the dog’s ID. “Don’t worry, cutie, I’m not robbing ya! You’ve got hardly enough to spare, what with needing a new uniform and all!”

    “So now what?” Robin asked.

    "Would you be able to keep her company while I pay Mr. Wolf a visit?"

    "Oh! You know it!" Robin laughed, happy to keep playing with the poor pooch! “Just help me make our new pal more comfortable…”

    A moment later, Mina was on the guest couch with Robin merrily applying the feather to her feet while Candy slunk off to apply what she’d learn in interrogating Mr. Wolf!
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Image by MalibuTrashDog
Mina is one of my beloved little brother's favorite doggies! She lives with across the street from him now and just adores him to bits! Sasha and I are a part of his family, too! That's all I have to say about that!

Description

    Just as Robin shut the door, Candice peeked from a room down the hall.

    "Hey! Over here!" she called, waiving her over. Behind her, a German Shepard in a blue uniform was tied to a desk chair and looking quite upset!

    Robin’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of the bound security guard. She stepped away from Roxanne’s office and hissed, “Candy, what did you do?”

    "Never mind! Just help me make her talk!" she said, shutting the door as her mentor entered. She leaned down and whispered in the dog's ear, "You're in trouble now! My partner is a real pro at this! You better tell me the combination to this safe or you'll regret it!"

    "Do your worst!" the chair bound Shepard barked.

    Robin sighed softly and gave Candy a wry smile. "You owe me for this," she smirked, sitting down in front of the dog’s feet and lifting them onto her lap. "Alright, let's see what we're working with here..."

    "I got her boots off for ya, but those stinkers are all yours!" Candy chuckled.

    The Shepard snarled, “My socks do not stink!”

    Robin grinned and motioned Candy down to sit beside her, one hand playing with the kitty’s ears while the other tickled around the doggie’s socked soles. A reluctant grin played on the edges of the guard dog's mouth as her paws rung and shook.

    "You gonna tell?" Robin asked, watching sweat form on the canine’s brow. She snickered, digging into the dog’s arches. "I dunno...What do you think I should use first?" she asks, showing her trainee the contents of her case. Among other tools, she had a fair selection of items that doubled as tickle toys when put in the right place! “I certainly don’t want to hurt her…”

    "How about we use the stiff brushes a bit and if that doesn't work, we get rid of these socks, soak her with baby oil and let these super soft feathers go to town!"

    The guard dog first shook her head at the mention of brushes, then stuck out her tongue at the thought of the oil and finally bristled at the thought of the feathers! "How about I tell you I don't know the number, you let me go and you get to go home without a bite mark in your butt?"

    Robin couldn’t help but snicker at her reactions, even while pulling out a pair of stiff paintbrushes and setting to work.

    "How about you prove you don't know it, and I'll go easy on these adorable paws of yours?" she replied, dusting over her heels to start.

    The dog’s paws pulled back as far as they could, ankles flexing, toes curling, but her heels were stuck in place on the cat’s lap!

    "Oooh! 'k" she struggled, trying to keep her voice level. "How?"

    By now, Candy was enjoying having a not so tough dog to bully! "It's a pretty important number, maybe she wrote it down... In her underwear! Yeah, maybe I better get rid of that uniform and check for tattoos!"

    The Shepard’s ears stood on end!

    "No! Really! I don't..."

    "Ooooh! Now I really want to!"

    "I dunno if that's necessary," Robin laughed, softly brushing along the dog’s arches. "But then who else would know the combination?"

    "Hehe! I... I guess just Mr… Hehe… and Mrs Wolf..."

    "Oh?" Candy chuckled. "But not 'M. Wolfstean, Head of Security'?" she asked tugging on the name tag and fingering the rent-a-cop's badge.

    "Hmm...I dunno." Robin looked up at Candy, grinning as she rolled the guard’s socks up to exposes her heels. "Do we believe her?"

    "Doesn't seem very likely!" she replied as she got up and began unbuttoning the dog’s shirt slowly from behind...

    "He..Hey! Wh... What gives?"

    Robin laughed, brushing over the now bared heels. "Are you sure you wanna go through with that? I may have found you some honest work…"

    "Oh, but nothing as fun as this!" Candy laughed, moving on to the gun belt.

    The canine giggled and blushed as her heels were tickled and her clothes were forced open.

    "True. Very true." Robin chuckled, slipping the brushes up into the doggie’s socks.

    Candy suddenly took up a pair of scissors from the desk! "Ok, last chance! You talk or I start snipping away your dignity!" she huffed, skillfully snipping off the top button on the poor dog's open shirt!

    "Whoh! Gees! Hehe! I don't know it! Hehe! Really! Stop torturing me!"

    Robin plucked her socks off outright and brushing between her toes. "New possibilities open up with every item we remove! I suggest you make this easy on yourself!"

    Candy shrugged and snipped up each of Wolfstean's short sleeves and tugged away the guard’s uniform, leaving her sitting in a white tank top. The cat's hands reached around to rub the doggie's exposed belly, emphasizing Robin’s warning.

    For her part, the dog did manage to growl and even snap at Candy, despite her ticklish toes!

    Robin squinted at her, bopping the top of her foot while she swaps the paintbrushes for feathers. "Hey. You hurt my friend, and this torture will get a lot harsher!"

    "Yeah! And I'm going to go ahead and cut off these slacks as punishment for biting!"

    "No! Haha!" the dog begged as her paws flexed and shook as the soft quills came into play!

    Undeterred, Candy soon had a ruined pair of pants on one hand and a blushing, laughing doggie on the other! Now with only her hat to show she’d ever been a figure of authority, the Shepard sat laughing in a pair of light blue panties with little bones printed all over them!

    “You’re running out of leeway,” Robin said, moving the feathers up the poor girl’s legs.

    The guard shook but managed, "No! I mean it! Only the owners have the combination to the inner safe!"

    "Oh really?"

    Candy giggled and pulled at the dog’s top. "No bra? You better talk or I'll free these puppies!"

    “No! Please! Stop it! Haha! The keys are in my pants! Hehe… Or what’s left of them!”

    Candy picked up the front half of the pants and fished out the dog’s wallet and keyring.

    “Mina… Yeah, that fits you,” she said, looking over the dog’s ID. “Don’t worry, cutie, I’m not robbing ya! You’ve got hardly enough to spare, what with needing a new uniform and all!”

    “So now what?” Robin asked.

    "Would you be able to keep her company while I pay Mr. Wolf a visit?"

    "Oh! You know it!" Robin laughed, happy to keep playing with the poor pooch! “Just help me make our new pal more comfortable…”

    A moment later, Mina was on the guest couch with Robin merrily applying the feather to her feet while Candy slunk off to apply what she’d learn in interrogating Mr. Wolf!
______________________________________

Image by MalibuTrashDog
Mina is one of my beloved little brother's favorite doggies! She lives with across the street from him now and just adores him to bits! Sasha and I are a part of his family, too! That's all I have to say about that!