Caged
A wise man, although his name is irrelevant and actually eludes me, once said "you can take a man out of the darkness, but you can never take the darkness out of the man." When I was young and naïve, I felt this logic was appalling, my Lockean ideals telling me the good in all people must have birthed them from light, and that we choose to descend into darkness. Statistics have shown that most felonies are committed by men and women with psychiatric problems, so how can we be evil when those who commit wrongs are barely sound in mind? In following this belief, I joined a medical school at the age of 22, hoping one day to take my place among respected doctors and other philanthropic careers.
I didn't even last a month. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the tests or dissections, in fact my fall wasn't even my fault. Luck is a fickle whore, and at the end of that first month she decided to cuckold me for a slimy old Komodo dragon named Dr. Faux. Apparently the good doctor got his rocks off from groping the various students and secretaries that worked at the school, but this time he had gone too far. Just as I had passed one of the Cardiovascular Biology classes, I heard a muffled cry, a soft hiss and the rugged movement of two bodies colliding in quick and short manners. In other words, I had about half a mind to run as fast as possible before I got caught up in some real-life Porn shoot. The other half, the one I'd end up hating for years to come, noticed that cry was heartfelt, there was no passion in it.
Taking a look into the classroom, I saw a chestnut-colored squirrel girl being fondled, rubbed against and stifled by that bastard of a reptile. I remember her name was Jenny, and she had wanted to grow up to become a neuro-surgeon. One large round breast now cupped nakedly by Faux, Jenny's face was glistening with tears as her nipples started to harden unwittingly. Her pants had already been discarded on the brown carpet floor, with tearing at the top leaving me to believe the doctor was way beyond caring anymore. It was only ten seconds of me staring there that Jenny looked into my eyes and gave a louder, pleading cry for help. Knowing at that moment the gig was up, the Komodo violently threw the girl to the floor, turned on me and spat, "Wrong place at the wrong time, Mr. Gravesssss." Going over to Jenny, and relieved to see she still had her panties on intact, I really didn't think his words had weight to them.
A week later I was arrested for the assault and attempted rape of Jenny Harvestine, the same woman I had saved from Dr. Faux. It turns out the good doctor decided his reputation couldn't stand to face a rape charge, so who better to pin it on than the only other witness to the crime besides the victim? A month after my arrest, my trial began and ended in the course of only two weeks. Doctor Faux managed to produce an air-tight alibi which suggested he was at one of his colleague's house playing a game of poker during the time of the crime. He had four other teachers corroborate his statement. The icing on the bastard's cake, however, was the statement given by Jenny herself. In a brilliant performance, she painted me as a shifty man who had been hot for her the day I arrived on school campus, and the day of the crime had been my first chance alone with her. Being ever-so faithful and loyal to her boyfriend of four years, she rejected my aggressive advances, which then caused me to tear off her pants, and proceed to disrobe her forcefully. Jenny cried so much during the trial it was only later that I'd receive a document of the full testimony to make out all of it. Her story was so compelling, the boyfriend, a raccoon about my age, lunged at me from the audience benches and had to be removed by police officers.
Based on limited evidence and sound testimonials from both the Doctor and Jenny, I was sentenced to spend fifteen years in a local penitentiary, ten of which I actually served before being paroled for good behavior. Ten years of false imprisonment, homosexual rape attempts by fellow inmates and assaults took those previous Lockean ideals and burned them to the ground faster than an ant under a magnifying glass. It was in prison I learned I harbored a great sense of darkness within myself, and it was only through being thrust into its black hollow bowels this darkness consumed me.
After ten years, the man was taken out of the darkness, but the darkness never left him. All I wanted now was revenge, on Jenny, on Faux, on anyone and everyone who took away my light. A decade is a long time, where would I start, and how do I find them? My answer came in the form of another ex-convict named Richard who served with me and was paroled only a few weeks after I was. Being one of the few who didn't try to rape me, stab me or sell me drugs, Richard was the only person I considered a friend.
"Hey Sebastian, guess who it is?!"
"Richard? When'd they release you?"
"Just a couple days ago, but that's not why I called. Look, you know I believe you were innocent of that rape deal, and now that you're out you want to get revenge, right?
"I don't want to talk about it"
"Don't horseshit me man, we ferrets got super-senses on this kinda thing, and I knew from the moment I met you blood was the first thing on your mind."
"Rich, the first time we met you were selling cigarettes hidden in soap bars."
"That's not the point Graves and you know it! Look, I know some guys..."
"I'm not calling in hitmen, this is personal."
"Let me finish dickhead, shit! They're offering some work that might fit your style, no questions asked. I know as well as you do we can't go back to normal lives, the economy is looking to go into the shitter any moment and businesses aren't going to hire an attempted rapist and a car jacker anytime soon. If you're interested, meet me at the docks around midnight"
That night I was first introduced to The Blackguard, a sort of mob group funded by one of the local banks. Despite having an old-fashioned moniker, the Guard, as I called them for short, was exactly what I needed. As I proved my worth, a feat enhanced by both my knowledge of humanoid anatomy and prison yard fitness training, I became acquainted with the Guard's top supervisor, a woman named Desdemona. The more jobs I completed, most of which involved money extortion from low-lives who weren't paying off their bank loans years overdue, the closer Desdemona and I became. After four years of working for the Guard, I decided it was time for me to call in a favor.
The Blackguard hideout was surprisingly not as shifty and ghetto-looking as TV shows often portrayed during police arrests. Their location, a place I had to go whenever I was returning a job report, was in a house the bank had to foreclose years ago. Instead of turning it over to another buyer, one of the Guard members used a ghost account in the bank system to purchase the house, or so I believe. All I really care to know is that the place is big, its running water and electricity and it's not going anywhere soon. Inside, I went up to the second floor into Desdemona's office, a room that could very well have served as a master bedroom under normal occupancy. Standing about five-foot six, Dessie (as I called her to anyone but her) was a Shiba Inu who could have easily pulled off a stripper career if being the supervisor to an illegal mob group ever fell through. She wasn't outrageously beautiful, those kind of women really only happen in silly porn stories, but with more than a large handful worth of tits, a sleek body and bright blue eyes, she was certainly beyond the norm. Having worn a short-cut business suit that day, it became apparent upon entering the room I had lucked out on calling my favor.
"Sebastian! I don't remember assigning you any new jobs."
"Ms. Parker, should I be worried you're not gnawing at the bit to tear someone a new hole to breathe from?"
"If you must know, Antonio Bergins, that sneaky sleazebag from last year who managed to run off to Mexico is back in the area for a cousin's wedding."
"Am I going after him again?"
"No, I've already assigned Spellings and DeMarco to the job; you're free for the next few weeks."
"I'm glad, because I actually had a favor to ask of you."
"Sebastian, you know how much I dislike favors..."
"I just need residential information on two people; no one else needs to be involved."
"So Google them like any other stalker."
"Desdemona, please, this is my only favor in our four years together, and you do owe me for that scene in the warehouse two years ago..."
"Alright, you've won me over. What're their names?"
"Jenny Harvestine and Doctor Leonard Faux."
"I'll see what I can do for ya, but only because you're the best damn tiger we've got in the Blackguard. Just promise me this won't get back to me."
"It won't, this a personal affair."
Dessie's suggestion of Google hadn't been lost to me, only I had hit a real snag. After the rape case fourteen years ago, both the good doctor and Jenny blinked out of media existence, leaving me no recent residential location for either of my targets. Knowing the boss would take her own sweet time with my request, as was her right since I didn't pressure a time limit; I decided I'd best sit tight and wait for her notification. What's a man to do when all he really should be doing is sitting on his hands? Simple, you go to a bar.
McClinnie's Irish Pub was a hotspot for two entirely polar character types: the poor "misunderstood" Irish and the city's Fat Cats. They did, however, share one trait in common: they both like to drink...A lot! Once in a while, a new face would show up to McClinnie's at the worst opportunity, only to turn tail with the cops on the other end of a phone call. Tonight was one such night.
"Hic...HEEEEEEeeeeyyyy...McClittie, howwzzzz abouttss ahhhnoodder...aahhhnooddeerr bottle of Beeewwwzzz!"
"Look here ye cock-suckin', herpes spreadin' son of a pox ridden ass, me name is McClinnie, and I'll be DAMNED if ye prance about here callin' me a clit while ye still have two balls to yer name!"
It's at this point John McClinnie, our lovable Irish bartender, reaches underneath the service counter and pulls out The Ripper. Owned by the McClinnie family longer than the city has been graced by their pub, The Ripper was a World War 1 combat knife that still had large splotches of blood rust on the blade and hilt, which supposedly came from the stomach of a poor sap Great Grandpappy McClinnie had disemboweled. John has never actually castrated a man publically, although his mannerism and the way he wields that knife gives the poor drunken victim other ideas.
"Strip 'Em boy and lay yer sack on the table."
"Wuhh..What?!"
"Ye heard me right dickhead, we're gonna make a real man outta ya!"
"Yooo...You're joking right? This is some sick joke? Oh fuck, I'm sorry I called you McClittie, it was an accident!"
"Och, now listen here boys, he's called me a clit TWICE in the past five minutes. I've hit a bit of a bright mood though, or perhaps ye just have the luck of the Irish, but I'll just cut off one of ye balls tonight."
"No way man, no way! You're fucked, you're fucking fucked...FUCK! I'm outta here man!"
For a solid two minutes there is absolute silence as old John puts away The Ripper, clears his throat and straightens his clothing a bit. Finally he says, "Well now...would ye look at that...poor boy went and pissed all over me good floor!" As if on cue, the entire bar roars into laughter, the offerings of drinks and the usual outlandish bar tales. Taking my own seat right next to where the joke victim, long gone by now, I ask for the usual, a Leinenkugel's Sunset Wheat. For a member of the Guard, your real name is used only in the servitude of the Guard itself, meaning only your fellow members knew it. Any record of Sebastian Graves ended with his parole record, and as far as the government was concerned, the man was a ghost. All credit cards, checks, social security information, "unemployment" and virtually any other record associated with Sebastian Graves went under the name Tobias Steele.
"Oy, Toby me boy!! How are ye doing, ye grand ol' fucker?!"
"Ha-ha, too well for a man my age John, my prosperity should be spent on good men like you!"
"Ach, I've had me share of joy in this life, and I still get quite the kicker from scarin' the piss literally out o' the dumb fucks who mess with me name!"
Usually, this conversation would carry out for a few minutes, with odd breaks here and there when McClinnie needed to serve a drink or an order of food, but tonight someone up on high was working in my favor. As John was off serving another beer at the other side of the bar, I noticed a gentle shift on the barstool to my left. Either this was a female, or a very twig-like man. On some nights, especially when I have a serious case of blue-balls, I take my chances and hope the guest next to me is female with a similar...appetite as me. However, I was still mulling over possible death plans for Dr. Faux. Jenny would be an obstacle I face when the time came. Hoping to send this unknown persona the message of disinterest, I closed my eyes and took a large swig from my Sunset Wheat.
Just as I finished my swig, the persona gave a soft, heaven on a cloud cough to clear its throat. Definitely female, and by the way she strained her vocal chords to give that heavenly tone, she was hitting the end of her prime.
"Well hello there, tiger, mind if I join you?"
Ooff! Right out of the gate with that old cliché...it was going to be a long night.
"Well how can I say no to a pretty face like..." That's when I got my first good look at her. Fur as brown as...as chestnuts, breasts big enough to fill my large tiger hands and a face that could pass her off as a college sophomore, she was as great a catch for a one-night stand as a guy could ask for. Despite how beautiful she was, that's not what caught my breath. She was a gorgeous squirrel.
"Oh my, it's been years since I've literally taken a man's breath away, makes me feel like I'm in my twenties again!"
It couldn't be...the chances were too great... "Heh, oh how these keen eyes betray me. Tobias Steele, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Jenny Harvestine, and the pleasure's all mine. It's not every day I meet a handsome white tiger like yourself."
Oh God, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh go--shit! Oh shit oh shit oh shit, it was her! Out of all the bars in the city, out of all the hours in a day, out of all the days in a week, she came here now. All at once I felt like I was back on trial, staring with disbelief as beautiful Jenny flooded my world with guilty tears that would last a decade. I hadn't even begun planning her death, yet this could have been the only chance I had to claim my vengeance. The only thing I had on me was the spring-loaded knife attached to the underside of my left forearm, but the knife wasn't meant for killing. Not to mention, knife work was often too messy up close and personal.
"Please don't make me use another cat cliché to get you talking again Mr. Steele!"
"I'm sorry, I just remember hearing your name around here; I can't quite put my finger on it though."
"Well I'm sure you'll remember eventually. In the mean time, why don't we head back to my place and chat, there's still so much more I'd like to know about you Tobias."
That was laying it on pretty thick, even in male standards, but the way she put it wasn't the tone of a slut. If anything, she sounded...unsure. The way her voice wavered as she ended the sentence, Jenny sounded as if all she wanted was my company, not my dick. For one painful moment, my vengeance staggered. No, NO! She threw away ten years of my life just so she could get through college with no more problems. She never visited me, never explained to me her reasons, she left me to rot! By the end of the night, she would be the rotting one. "Certainly, let's take my car."
As she told me how to get to her place, my plan began to fall into place bit by bit. It was going to take a lot of time and a lot of focus, but things were finally coming together. After ten minutes of Jenny fidgeting with the hem of her skirt and giving me directions, we were finally parked outside her house. It was a subtle yet suitable home, one that only gave off the feeling of urban comfort without so much of the posh. It would certainly take a while for anyone to find the body in an area like this, especially if she had spent the past decade and a half secluding herself. In any case, by the end of tonight Tobias Steele would need to fall off the face of the Earth as well, much to the chagrin of Dessie and myself. After a bit of verbal encouragement, we headed inside and settled down on a couch in her living room for more conversation.
"So Tobias, what do you do for a living?"
"Have you ever heard of a gigolo?"
Immediately she began blushing. "I...oh dear, I think I made a--"
"I'm pulling your leg, Jenny. I really work security at one of the downtown clubs"
"A bouncer?! So that explains your...muscles." Right away I noticed her hesitation was different now. She was probably considering how many different ways she could get me to let her touch them and use them in a night of wild sex. How did I know? Because her hesitation was being used to accentuate the crossing of her legs in a way that screamed "open these legs and you'll find a wet treat inside."
If I wanted to get her where I wanted her, I'd have to oblige her. Besides, who was I to deny her one last night of bliss? "Jenny, we both know what we want here tonight, so let's just save the chit-chat until later, when we're both so tired we'll have nothing more to do than talk."
Although bluntness in that extreme can often turn a woman away in normal situations, I knew Jenny wasn't going to throw this chance away, not when she had a well-bodied and seemingly eager man sitting next to her. Like I had hoped, she took the bait. Immediately she crawled onto my lap, pushed me down into a laying position on the couch and straddled me with her hips rubbing against my groin. No matter how much I hated her for taking away a good ten years of my life, my dick still pulsated with throbbing life as she moved on top of me. For now, I'd have to let my bestial side take over and give her enough of a good fucking that will leave her helpless to my whim. It was then and only then could I make my move. "Oh God Tobias...you have no idea how long I've needed this release."
"Well then my lady, let me dutifully oblige you." As I ripped open the stripped business shirt she had been wearing, Jenny gave out a gasp of surprise and arousal. Instantly her luscious orbs came free, no sturdy or lacy bra denying them a piece of the action; and so I set upon them like my ancient ancestors would upon unsuspecting prey, my mouth engulfing her left tit and tongue dancing around her sensitive nipple. In return, Jenny gave another gasp, then a shudder, followed by a firm hand pressed against my head to keep me there. My right hand firmly grabbed that sweet round ass of hers and forcefully pressed her sex against me; there was so much friction going on between her panties and my jeans we could have started the most awkward house-fire the city had seen in years. At one point the fully grown bulge in my jeans pressed too tightly against her and got held underneath her clitoris, causing her body to shudder drastically and her head to toss up into the air wordlessly.
"I can't stand it anymore Tobias, fuck me now. Fuck. Me. NOW!" Before I could even start a response, her hands were attacking my jeans like they were the last thing between a fat kid and a cupcake. And no matter how set my functional mind was on killing her, my bestial side loved the absolute lust caught in Jenny's eyes. In a few short moments, both my pants and boxers were discarded, leaving my throbbing spiny manhood pulsing between my thighs. While most women preferred to sample the merchandise, whether it was taste testing, a hands-on approach or both, Jenny wasted no time in making the test run.
Jenny was no fool when it came to sex, despite her supposed dry spell, and she knew that when it came to feline cock, there was way she could just thrust it right in without any complications. Instead, she grabbed me at the base and let the head probe the first inch of her sex, and immediately her body tensed like a board and moan thick as cream barreled out of her mouth. "mmmmOOHHHHMYYYGOD...Toby, fuck my brains out!"
In that first moment of inhuman pleasure, starting when her pussy snapped shut as her body stiffened, my conscious mind received clarity for a brief time. I still had my shirt on, although unbuttoned entirely, so my arm-blade was still hidden. The best way to prevent the squirrel from finding the tool of her demise was to satiate her desires; I'd have to really take control of this situation. Placing both of my hands firmly on her hips, I began to gently coax Jenny's tight sex to unclench by rocking her up and down the head of my cock, and when I finally had more breathing room, my carnal urges returned to the forefront. Twisting her body on the head like a man trying to turn clay into pottery, the chestnut squirrel began to drench my entire cock with her juices as freely as her mouth shouted moans and commands of pure hunger.
When I felt her pussy had lathered up my feline cock, I pressed Jenny down on the first three inches, and what I got made her last episode seem like a soft summer breeze. "HHOOOLLLYYYY JEEEESSSUSSS! I can...I can feel all the little spines, its likes they're...massaging every...every centimeter! OH GOD TOBIAS, I can't tell...if this is five inches...or EIGHT!"
"Three inches, actually."
At this, Jenny stirred herself on my cock, planted herself another three inches and found her moan caught in her throat. "How much...of this cock...IS THERE?!"
"Four more...inches"
By now Jenny didn't even bother with a response, instead she planted herself down on all ten inches of my cock and shuddered so violently I knew she was climaxing. Once again her pussy locked tight and began undulating around my dick with such a force I was afraid I was going to be cuming right along with her! Luckily, I retained a few deep breaths and rode out her first orgasm as valiantly as I could. Hot damn could this girl fuck, I didn't even see this climax coming!
In only a few long moments, the squirrel looked right back into my eyes with a desire so far unsatiated.
"Giddy'up cowboy, time to show me whatcha got!"
Her hips still in my hands, I immediately lifted her up half-way up my cock and then slammed her right back down, my hip thrusting at contact. Her lower lip fled inside her mouth and a barely audible moan replied. I had her now, and for the next ten minutes I had her under my command, her luscious tits jumping with every thrust and her legs trembling with ecstasy. Finally, I gave a powerful last jerk and roared like my ancestor after a fresh feast. Responding with that familiar shudder, Jenny grabbed her breasts in her hands, squeezed her nipples and cried out as I instigated her second orgasm.
His needs met, my primal counterpart returned to his mysterious den, reawakening my perceptions and plans instantaneously. Bile quickly settled in my throat as the full knowledge of my actions came to light. I was inside the woman who helped ruin my life...I spilled my seed, my future, into the very person who took most of that future away! But...it was all a part of the plan, remember? Ahhh yes, and look, here she lies on top of you, too exhausted to fight back. I placed my left arm nonchalantly on her back, and when her head lifted off of my chest to look at me, I knew she finally realized something was on my arm.
"Jenny, may I ask you a question?"
"Of course, but what's--"
"What was it like becoming a doctor?"
"Well...I suppose it was a real pain in the ass, but I toughed it out. I had a real bad time in the beginning, about fourteen years ago, with a teacher of mine. He was notorious for being a pervert and womanizer to his students, but I always thought I was safe from that for some reason. I was wrong, oh so terribly wrong."
"So he assaulted you...and no one was there to help?"
"There was one...Sebastian Graves...but he suffered a fate worse than I did. I never heard from him again after that day...I hope he's alive and well."
"Oh he's alive alright, and after tonight *SPRING* everything will be better."
"Sebastia--" I held her with my right arm as I pierced the back of her neck with the knife, straight into the cervical nerves. For only the briefest of moments she shuddered, and then Jenny Harvestine slumped against me like a heavy blanket. I pulled the knife back before the blood pooling began and sat her up on the couch as best as I could. Redressing myself in a quick fashion, I didn't bother to button up my shirt, it would need to be burned anyway. Realizing the couch couldn't dare to be left alone, I grabbed a cigarette from inside her bedroom, lit it, and placed it on the couch. In a few minutes, due to careful positioning, the couch was already starting to burn. Grabbing Jenny, I made for the car and sped off as an orange-yellow light began to flicker from the living room window.
***
"Sebastian, I've got some...what on Earth is that noise?!"
"Sorry, I had to stop by the lumber yard."
"Jesus...so you found her then?"
"How do you know its Jenny?"
"Because Dr. Faux died three days ago Sebastian."
In all her years of working the Blackguard, the silence that followed her news never felt more eerie to Desdemona. It was worse than being a part of a Freddy Krueger movie...and she had no idea why.
"Sebastian?" It took a full minute for him to reply.
"How?"
"Surgical error in the middle of a heart transplant, they say it was a real bloody mess in there. The surgeon lost his license."
Over the roar of the wood chipper whirring and dicing what she assumed was Jennifer Harvestine, Desdemona heard Sebastian's sanity shatter into millions of fiberglass pieces; she heard laughter.