House In The Woods - Bad End
WARNING: This is the bad ending to the whole story. It has rape and snuff in it.
Stepping out of the bath, Ava dried herself off and took a deep breath, doing her best to ignore the dull ache that had settled between her legs. Peter had been rough the last time and she almost felt the need to walk a little gingerly.
Stepping out of the bathroom, the leopard took a deep breath and passed the front door, gazing longingly out at the late afternoon sky for a moment before continuing. She couldn't just run, as much as she wanted to. Her only conceivable escape route would take her right past the kitchen window, where Peter was doubtlessly looking.
Peter was in the middle of measuring dry ingredients when she entered the kitchen, it looked like he'd decided to go with red velvet cake. The otter was preoccupied with reading the instructions on the back of the cake mix box, the oven already set to preheat.
She started to move past. If only she could get to the bedroom for just a minute, then she could hurriedly crush the pills to powder and-
"Where are you going?" Peter asked, watching her out of the corner of his eyes.
Ava froze, panic rising within her for a terrible moment.
"To the bedroom." She managed.
"How come?" Peter asked.
Oh shit.
Why would she be going to the bedroom? Nothing apparent came to mind and she felt her tail wrap around one leg as the otter regarded her.
"I...I'm getting ready to give you your present." She said at last, swallowing hard.
The otter cocked his head, a grin spreading across his face.
"Okay," he said, "but don't take too long."
Ava promised not to and all but ran to the bedroom, heart hammering in her chest. Finding the loose seam, she dug out the little fold of paper she'd been keeping the pill fragments in, and set it on the ground before pressing down on top of it with one knee, crushing the pills to powder. It hurt a little, but she kept at it until there were no chunks left, only a fine white dust.
With that, she wrapped her fingers around the packet and moved back into the kitchen.
Peter had his back turned to her and Ava quickly settled down at the table, slipping the little paper packet underneath the napkin at her place. There was her magazine too, open to the last page she'd been reading.
She closed it, unable to focus on the words, and instead watched Peter mix the cake batter. For a moment she considered slipping the powder into there...it would certainly be more difficult to detect in food, but then immediately shot that idea down.
Peter would need to eat the entire cake to feel the full effect, and Ava knew that she'd be expected to eat a slice as well.
No...it would have to be his drink. Whatever it was that Peter was planning to drink, he didn't seem to have anything out yet.
"Peter?" She asked, "...could I have something to drink, please?"
The otter glanced back, nodding.
"Such good manners," he marveled, then turned to the fridge, opening it up, "what do you want? Water? Milk? Juice?"
"Just...water." Ava mumbled, made uneasy by just how...normal Peter was being. She knew she ought to be relieved that he wasn't assaulting her in some fashion, but the apparent ordinariness only made her more tense.
"Not milk?" Peter asked, "milk goes best with cake."
Were they not having dinner? Well...Ava supposed that was a silly thing to assume. When Peter was looking forward to something he almost never put it off for longer than he absolutely had to.
Ava blinked, swallowing hard.
"Okay," she said quietly, gaze still downcast, "I'll have milk."
Peter fetched a pair of glasses and filled them both, Ava unable to keep her eyes from widening just a little.
Oh thank goodness. He was drinking something colored, something with a flavor. That would make it easier for her to slip the powder in without him noticing.
But not yet...
Peter was still moving around the kitchen, attending to things, a definite bounce in his step. She'd have to wait until he settled down a bit, or left the room entirely, before she risked slipping the powder into his drink.
As she sat down and slowly nursed her glass of milk, paws gripped tight to the glass, Ava noticed that the paper wrapped box that Peter had gotten for her was nowhere to be seen. Was it an after dinner surprise, or was Peter planning on whipping it out at some point in order to catch her off guard?
She didn't know, and didn't especially care to find out. Whatever was in the box was probably bad news.
At last the cake went into the oven, but rather than moving to attend to other matters, Peter simply sat down at the table next to Ava, one paw moving to fondle her inner thigh. The little leopard stiffened but stayed perfectly still, letting Peter do what he was going to do.
"You know," the otter said after a moment, keeping his paw exactly where it was, barely an inch from Ava's little slit, "you aren't the first girl. You're just the first one I've spent much time with. I hope you're okay with that."
Ava took a deep breath, feeling faintly sick, the implications of the otter's words settling over her like a tide of frigid, dark water.
"Of course," Peter continued, paw sliding between Ava's legs, a pair of fingers tracing the lips of her pussy, "there's a reason for that. You're the best girl I could have found."
His fingers slipped into her, Ava forcing herself to relax so that it wouldn't hurt. After a few moments, Peter seemed to tire of the awkward position and lifted her bodily from her chair, settling her back atop the table, Ava squirming in place as Peter spread her legs, breathing hard as he looked her over.
"I figure I ought to give you your present first," he said, one paw dipping under his chair for a moment before coming back out with a little purple plastic dildo. It was perhaps six inches long but quite a bit thicker than Peter's cock.
Ava blinked, mildly confused, gingerly accepting the toy as Peter handed it over. Was she meant to...
"It's gonna be your job to keep your holes ready for me," Peter said, "so go ahead and show me. Then, once you're done, you can show me what my present is."
Oh. So that was what it was.
Ava hesitated for a moment, then slid the dildo into her with a little muted grunt of displeasure. Was that all she was supposed to do? Just keep it inside of herself so that it wouldn't hurt when Peter fucked her?
Her eyes slid up to Peter, who sat in place, looking increasingly impatient.
"Fuck yourself with it," he said at last, a sour expression coming across his face, "show me."
Ava cringed in place, hurrying to obey, sliding the dildo into her little tunnel as fast as she dared to go, wincing as she did so, the toy's girth making her feel uncomfortably full.
Peter had undone his pants, Ava realized, and was stroking himself openly, eyes locked on her sodden slit, pre beading at the tip of his pointed cock.
"Okay," he said at last, unable to contain himself any longer, "let me see my present."
Ava let the dildo pop out of her, but any relief she might have felt was undercut by an icy surge of panic.
Oh God. What was her present to Peter?
Slowly, she sat up, scooting to the edge of the table, trying to think. She couldn't just offer her holes...he could have those at will. She'd used her paws, she'd used her mouth...
She swallowed hard, trying to think, options flashing through her mind, being discarded nearly as fast. This was bad, if she had to present to give, no special thing to placate the otter...
Wait.
There was one thing Peter had never forced on her, but did she really want to give it up to him?
Dignity and survival dueled, and dignity lost in short order.
"I...I've never kissed anyone before." Ava said, feeling ugly and sick with each word she spoke.
Peter blinked, mildly surprised.
"Really?" He asked, positioning himself between her spread legs, cock pressing against Ava's stomach, paws stroking along her thighs.
She bit back a grimace and managed to nod, pursing her lips as she thought that people about to kiss one another would.
Peter leaned in and accepted her kiss, lying her back down as he did so, cock pressing at her entrance for a moment before sliding in. He was aggressive, all but forcing Ava's lips apart, sliding his tongue into her mouth, whiskers prickling her muzzle.
The table groaned under them, Peter humping the squirming leopard as she tried to adjust to the new sensation, her eyes squeezed shut and paws balled into fists at her sides.
Ava had frozen in place, unsure how to kiss back, any desire at keeping up the charade completely gone. Peter didn't seem to notice, he nipped at her and claimed her mouth, clearly enjoying the little groans that leaked from her lips to his.
He hunched over her, possessing the leopard utterly, one paw scattering the napkin at Ava's place, silverware clattering to the floor, a little paper packet spinning out to the center of the table, leaving behind a trail of white powder.
Ava caught sight of it out of the corner of one eye and went stiff, confusion entering Peter's expression as he paused, reaching out to pick it up before Ava could so much as move.
She shivered in place as Peter opened the packet, more powder spilling to the table.
"What's this?" He asked.
Ava took a deep breath, the corners of her vision seeming to close in, heart skipping a beat.
"I...don't..."
Peter dabbed a bit of the powder onto the tip of his finger and tasted it, nose wrinkling at the bitter taste. For a moment the confusion maintained, then the otter blinked, realization beginning to settle in. His eyes flicked down to Ava.
She squirmed back, the otter's cock falling out of her, and managed to kick off the edge of the table and crash to the ground, taking her chair with her.
Peter jumped forward and caught her legs as she tried to get up, the leopard crashing back to the floor with a panicked shriek.
Peter flipped her around, face alight with rage and betrayal.
"Why?" He demanded.
Ava tried to kick away again but her legs were immobilized. Peter straightened up, paws balling into fists, and Ava felt tears of panic spring into the corners of her eyes as she pushed at him with her paws, claws digging into the otter's flesh.
Peter punched her hard in the face, snapping Ava's head to the side. One moment she was staring straight at the otter, then, suddenly, her gaze was somewhere completely different, left eye gone to static, a numbness descending over the side of her face.
She could taste blood.
Still she tried to squirm away, but her movements were weak and uncoordinated, the sensory input her mind was receiving didn't quite seem to be making sense. Once more she reached out to try and push Peter away. He hammered a fist into her stomach and the little leopard curled into a ball, retching weakly, the air gone from her lungs.
All rational thought was gone, Ava only knew the pain and fear that smothered her synapses, demanding she run away. But she could only crawl. Peter had let go of her legs and so she flipped herself weakly over onto her stomach, aware that blood was dribbling weakly from her nose, wetting the fur on her muzzle.
She tried to cry out for help but only succeeded in whimpering a weak lacework of crimson across Peter's kitchen floor.
Then something hot and thick was pressing against her rear. Ava tried to scream, only for the otter to press her head against the floor as he forced himself into her. Her attempts at resistance fizzled into a strained groan.
"You bitch..." Peter hissed as he hammered into her, rocking Ava in place on the kitchen floor, the leopard continuing to shiver, sniffling back blood from her bruised muzzle, left eye completely swollen shut.
Reaching back, Ava tried to find Peter's paw, to scratch him, to do something to get him off of her, but he just twisted her arm behind her back, hard enough that she screamed, the otter enjoying the way Ava's pain made her clench down on him.
She whimpered, tears leaking from her eyes as the paw Peter had placed on her head moved down to find her throat. There was nothing she could do to fight it, she realized, and the sudden realization that she was going to die undid her completely, the leopard sobbing and thrashing in place, crying out for help that she knew wasn't going to come.
The corners of her vision collapsed in on themselves, reality becoming strangely distant as her air was cut off. Ava opened her mouth as wide as she could but heard nothing other than the roar of blood in her ears. The pain in her throat seemed all encompassing, spreading through her entire body, muscles spasming from head to toe.
Atop her, Peter stiffened and grunted, cock throbbing inside of her as splashes of hot cum filled her ravaged pussy. Ava felt this only distantly, the otter sighing happily as he sawed his cock in and out of her dying body.
But his grip remained steady and Ava could only choke and try to gasp as the darkness closing in on her became absolute.
"What a waste..." Peter said from somewhere in the extreme distance.
Then she was gone.