"Thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice, girls." The German shepherd said as she sauntered into the room with the confident, imperious swagger that she often displayed when she was playing the Diva Domme of Cuffs and Collars. Despite the fact that she was in her quarters on MV Ballard the Dogs Of Wars' mobile forward operating base of a repurposed cargo ship, she was still dressed for the former, with a pink latex corset and full length opera gloves and leggings to match.

Dora's audience each let out muffled protests in response, as if they had any choice in the matter. Not just because they each regarded the blond shepherd as their leader, but because the 3 other members of The Dogs of War had been shackled by their ankles to heavy duty eye bolts in the ceiling. Each also sported pink latex attire like Dora's, although theirs was more to restrain than to accentuate their feminine figures. It was a sort of status symbol that Dora also used at Cuffs and Collars. Anyone bound in her signature shade of pink belonged to her and there'd be hell to pay if you didn't respect that.

"As I said, thank you again for agreeing to meet with me." Dora said with a smirk. "After our last mission, I decided to initiate a performance review system for the team. Now we may have been successful in the end, but that doesn't mean I enjoyed being ambushed and tied up by that irksome cheetah. To that end I have planned a series of intensive training and team building exercises."

The three bound and gagged females each mumbled and muffled in response, their protests stifled by the gags in their muzzles.

"To avoid any sense of favoritism, I've gathered the three of you together. This way you can learn from the others' mistakes."

Dora placed a gloved hand on the posterior of the bound figure closest to her, her "right hand woman" so to speak, and was met with a cold, hard stare and a meanicing growl for her efforts. Despite that, she grabbed a handful of the other shepherd's firm, toned buttocks and squeezed deftly. Dora had always lusted over her auburn-haired counterpart despite the fact that her advances were always firmly rejected by Andrea, who still considered herself married (and very straight). But that didn't matter now, here she was, restrained, gagged, and strung up like a captured piece of meat for Dora's enjoyment. It took every ounce of willpower for the blond shepherd to not dive headfirst into Andrea's exposed nethers and lick until she collapsed from exhaustion. But Dora was a professional, and she had a job to do.

"Andrea, my dear." Dora said as she again squeezed that lovely shep-butt in her grasp. "You're a phenomanal fighter. A physical specimen and a surgeon with a shotgun. Anyone would be lucky to have you on their team. But that's the key word. You don't trust anyone except me, and while I can definitely empathize with your reasons, you need to accept that you're part of a team and you need to work with them."

Dora left the simmering and squirming shep in her bonds as she moved to the next one down the line.

"Skylar. You're the newest member of the team and I have to say that so far your conduct and abilities have exceeded my expectations. Five out of five there. Your abilities have shown that you are indispensable in stealth operations."

Dora grinned and pressed an index finger to the vibrating plug that was firmly seated in the hyena's rear, pressing it even further and causing Skylar to let out a moan.

"But you're overconfident. Had there been more bad guys than we anticipated, you would have been in a real... spot by yourself, wouldn't you."

"Mmmmff!"

Dora grinned and reached around to grab a handful of the hyena's breast

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you."

"Mmmemmph!"

"Yes, what."

"Mmmemmph, memmmphhrepph"

"That's better." Dora grinned and released her grasp, and moved to the final one in line.

"Zephyr."

"Mmmph?" The Doberman replied.

"Your knowledge and application of explosives is... "

WHAM

"FUCK!"
The sound of the "Heckler and Koch G36/MG36 User Manual" landing on the desk next to her head caused Dora to shoot upright in her seat and startled her awake. She immediately locked eyes with Andrea, whose typically somber expression was marred by just the slightest hint of a smirk. The shocked expressions from the hyena and Doberman standing off to the other shepherd's left was a clear indicator of who had been responsible for interrupting Dora's little daydream.

"Grumpy over there didn't want you sleeping through your own debriefing, jefa ." Zephyr said with a toothy grin.

"Just get on with it, Dora." Andrea said flatly, looking as stone-faced as ever. "By the way, has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep?"

"Ahh, right." Dora replied, praying like hell to any diety that would listen that the blush on her cheeks wasn't visible to her crew. "So, about that last mission. Some things I want to talk about."