Cactus
Warning: The following story contains scenes of sex, violence, or possibly both. Any minors, or those forbidden from reading such material, are encouraged to check out a different website. Such as Neopets, or Gaia Online. The following story uses characters not of my creation, who belong to the very talented Kkatman. The picture can be found at her VCL, at the URL http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Kkatman/Bondage/Cactus.jpg Kkatman herself can be found at the url http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Kkatman or at her Yiffstar author's page. The following is a work of fiction, and Kkat's oft-repeated expression applies. This is fantasy, not reality. And in fantasy, sexual torture is hot.
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Coyote Wild awoke already in almost blinding agony. Before her eyes even opened she screamed. She felt as if an indescribably strong man was pulling her nipples away from her body with fishhooks, trying to rip her breasts of. Another force felt like it was tearing her legs off, the ankle was both held in place and pulled down upon by what felt like a team of oxen, and the same again at her arms.
"Open your eyes." An unpleasant voice hissed in her ear. Unpleasant but somehow familiar. She screamed again, first from the shock of hearing someone close to her, then again, louder, from seeing her predicament. She was suspended above the ground, and was clearly being held up by the very forces that pulled her. She was suspended, she could tell,
"Go ahead." The voice said, "Scream as loud as you like. There's nobody out here who can hear you." That... That couldn't be. How could it? She... She was not too far from the desert lab where she'd been taken after she'd developed ability. "Look up." Said the voice. She did so, and saw her arms were held in a V-shape. She saw a strange setup. Her arms were attached to large poles placed parallel to each other. On the top of the poles, a third was placed, and that third had wrapped around it a piece of string, or rather rope, which went down, and divided above her head and headed down. She moved her head forward, biting one experimentally, and the sharp pain in her left breast helped her figure out what it was attached to. Just to be sure, she bit the other. She screamed again as pain overtook her. There were large weights, which must have weighed a good fifteen pounds if they weighed an ounce were pulling her arms down. Down, down... But she stopped them, gripping herself up, working against the forces of the weights. She lifted her arms back up to more closely observe the peculiar structure, and smiled madly through the pain. There was her hope. Attached to the crossbar, aimed at the rope with a tiny bit of light focused perfectly on its middle was an ornate magnifying glass. She would get out of here. She would survive! The glass would burn through the rope. She would fall, and be safe. She could stumble to the edge of the lab. They'd help her, and help her get rid of whoever this madfur was. The rope hissed comfortingly, like a stream. The hideous voice laughed.
"What..." She asked, "What's so... So funny?" she demanded. The voice ignored her.
"Tell... AH!" She cried out, "Tell me why you're laughing!"
The voice stopped for a second, and then said to simple words. "Look. Down."
She wordlessly obeyed, and screamed. Below her, positioned beneath her most private of parts was a cactus. She realized what would happen. She would fall, yes. But she wouldn't fall safely onto the soft desert sands. She would fall onto the cactus. All of a sudden, the quiet hiss of the rope sounded more vile, like snake slithering slowly along the desert sands. She screamed, and started falling, but sure enough the ropes through her breasts rings, caught her, jerking them up painfully as her body took longer to realize it couldn't fall anymore. She hung for a second, in agony, her head bobbing slightly. She gasped, relieved that the ropes had caught her and
And then the pain was back. The cactus impaled her, its spines piercing through her cunt.
She felt a prick in the side of her arm and looked down to see a furred hand holding a syringe jutting into her arm. It removed the syringe, and disappeared once again behind her.
"You won't get away that easily." Said the voice, invisible yet still heard to be smiling. A paw from the other side... Or perhaps the same one, her memory was fuzzy from the pain that wracked her body, jutted out in front of her, holding a small pile of sand in its hand. "You still have time." Said the voice. It was silent for a second, but came back, whispering. "But time. Time is running out." Slowly it let the sand out of its hand before starting to laugh again. Then all was silent for a moment before a thud as if from a fur jumping down from a moderate height, was heard from behind her. The voice returned, speakin matter-of-factly, and this time more than ever she was sure she had heard the voice before.
"I'll be sitting right here." The voice said. "You've noticed the glass burning your rope. You have approximately five hours before you fall. And then... That's it." Then there was silence. She waited. And waited. She screamed aloud, although surely nobody would hear her. She had no hope. How would she get down? How COULD she get down? She knew one way, she would fall and
Temporary peace of falling and then... Oh God. And then the pain was back. The cactus impaled her,
She felt the prick again. It was in her leg this time, the back of her leg just above her knee. Ahead of her a syringe lay on the ground, and a pain in her ear accompanied by a slight weight told her that one had stuck through her ear. She screamed as she was brought back to reality. For the few seconds she had been falling, there had been no pain. Sure the pain from the cactus had been terrible, but it had been momentary before she'd awoken. This was here. This was now. This was pain.
The sun was setting now, but still catching the glass at a good angle. The pain remained. The hissing sound remained for an almost eternity as she wracked her mind through bouts of screaming. Then suddenly she saw somefur in the parking lot of the old lab. A small figure, she couldn't see who it was, and doubted she would recognize the fur, it had been years since she had been here. But she saw it, she was sure. She screamed out again, this time hopefully. Perhaps the fur, whoever they were, would hear her.
"HELP ME!" She screamed. "HELP! I'VE BEEN ATTACKED!" The figure continued its walk through the parking lot. "HELP MEEE!" She screamed. But the figure stayed where it was. Unmoving. Unyielding. Uncaring. Just walking towards its car, fumbling its pocket for keys. She screamed again "HELP! I'M HERE! OVER HERE!" She lifted her arms to wave them above her head but was greeted with pain, and cried aloud. She screamed again, and again, until she was sure she could be heard all the way on the other side of the country, hell, on the other side of the world.
But no. The figure moved on and on. It finally reached its car and... Disappeared. She stopped in mid-cry, choking over the syllables "Help me." The voice laughed.
"What's the matter?" It asked, mockingly, "Seeing things?"
"Wha... AH!... What's happen... Happening to me?" She asked.
"I've already told you." The voice said.
'I've already told you' She thought. How could somebody have already told her.
"I... I've never see... AH!" She screamed, unable to finish the sentence. "See... SEEN YOU!" She cried out.
"You've never seen me," said the voice, and she heard scrambling as if the voice was climbing the a ladder. "But look," said the voice, suddenly beside her, "look, I'll bet you've seen her." Said the voice, and she saw a paw stretching out in front of her, pointing out at the parking lot. She looked out, and saw another car, pulling in. How was that possible? Mere moments ago she'd seen an empty lot. But now it was half-full of cars, and the middle of the day where before it had been evening. A female canine of some sort got out of one of the cars, and started towards the entranceway. She started screaming again, perhaps she could get this canine's attention.
"HELP ME!" she called out. "HELP M..." She felt the paw placed over her mouth.
"She won't hear you." Said the voice. "Just watch." Coyote didn't know what to do, but the paw was clapped firmly over her muzzle, so there wasn't much she could do or say. She could only do what the voice said. Watch. And try to make sense of it. The canine, whoever she was, walked out of her car across the parking lot, towards another figure wearing a la coat who approached her. Coyote watched closely. Perhaps... She could almost make sense of the face of the canine. It was familiar, again, but not able to be heard. She could almost hear, imagine what was going on.
"Hi," the canine would say to the doctor. "I... I'm new here."
The doctor would look up, and smile. The smile would be warm, and comforting. It would be a smile you could trust. "Yes, what... What is your name?" He would ask.
The canine would introduce herself, as she saw her do now.
"Ah," said the doctor. "My name is Dr. Jaime Flect. You know why you're here, correct?"
"I... I do. I called you."
The doctor consulted the clipboard. "That's right." concluded the doctor. "That's right. Here, just walk this way, towards the door."
"Of course, doctor." Said the girl.
Suddenly, the doctor reached into the lab-coat. Coyote tried to call out o the girl who was also her, but found the paw still clamped hard over her mouth. And before she could bite the paw to distract whoever her captor was, the doctor had jabbed the needle into the back of the girl's neck.
The girl shrieked and... Disappeared, along with cars of the parking lot. The light was back to sunset. And the pain returned, more powerfully than before. And more, once again, a prick. This time in the back of her leg.
"How?" Coyote asked, trying to find logical thoughts in the agony "Where... What?"
"Don't ask." The voice said, and started laughing again. "Don't ask. Just watch."
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded.
No response. Just laughter. Twisted laughter, which gently faded away. For a while, there was nothing. Quiet only punctuated by her ragged breathing, and the wind blowing around the cacti
Don't think about cacti... Don't...
Temporary peace of falling and then...
She gasped as she returned to reality. Pain. Again. There was that to be said about the flashes of falling. There was no pain. Only for a few seconds, but she needed the relief.
"What was...?" She gasped out.
Again, no response. No sound except breathing and wind. And pain. Who would do this... Damnit. She looked out across the desert at the building. In the orange light of a desert evening, it was almost pretty. Old, but... Picturesque, almost. It was strange, what someone noticed. The little things. And then...
"Yeah, Darlin' gonna make it happen..." Oh God. Was that... Singing? Unbelievable. Whoever... Whatever held her captive was singing.
"Take the world in a love embrace.
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space."
And she recognized the song.
"I like smoke and lightning...
Heavy metal thunder.
Racin' with the wind..."
She couldn't help it. She started singing along.
"And the feeling that I'm under."
Their twisted duet continued...
"Yeah, Darlin' gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and...
Explode into space.
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die!"
"Most of us don't, Miss Willings." Said a voice.
She opened her eyes. Where was she?
The room was white. A clinical, hospital white. Sort of cold, uncaring. Strange, but better than pain. She decided to relax, and enjoy her respite from the torture, however temporary it might be. Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax.
Where was she?
Oh. Of course.
The MRP building. Metafur Research Project. She had been taken here... How long ago was it? It must have been years.
No. Weeks at most. And she hadn't been out since getting here. Then why did she have memories of being out? Stupid. She was always getting things like that. Probably just something... A lapse in memory, caused by the pain. Ah, the pain... At least she wasn't in pain any more. Whatever was going to happen, it had to be better than that agony. Suspended above a cactus... Weights. Ergh.. Now she was lying down, on the tray of a modified MRI machine. She looked to her left. A wall. A window looking out into the desert. Goddamn desert... To her right a lab coat. Presumably with somefur in it.
Who was it?
"Doctor...?" She asked.
"Flect. Remember me?"
Of course. Doctor Flect. The fur who had been her guide through the process. The doctor had helped her when there had been nowhere else to turn. No-one else to turn to. She had been taken in by the project. Given a good home. A good bed. And a good doctor to help her out. And help her discover her power.
"Of course I do..." She said, and smiled. She was getting tired. Good thing she was lying down.
"And like a true nature's child...
We were born, born to be wild."
"Yes, I get the point." Flect smiled, "You're one wild coyote." Laughter.
"I like that." She said. "Wild Coyote." She laughed too. She slightly remembered something about a desert, but not exactly what it was she was supposed to be remembering "They call me the Wild Coyote. Ha ha... Yeah. Coyote Wild. That's got a nice ring to it." She felt rested. She always felt rested now that she was here. At peace. Happy.
"Now, this test is designed to help me see what you see."
"How do you mean?" She asked.
"It's simple." Said Flect. "This machine will read the visions you had. This," he leaned over, and picked up a large, metal helmet. It appeared to be a converted helmet, with wires sticking out at seemingly random locations. Like something out of a bad sci-fi movie. "Will pick up your brainwaves and translate them into something which can register visually. In short, what you think, what you feel while you're under... I'll see."
"You're putting me under?" She asked.
"Yes." Flect responded, withdrawing a syringe. "This won't hurt a bit."
A sting from a syringe, and some movement. Then blackness.
Now she was floating in blackness. Her breasts hurt. Ow. Why was that? It didn't make... Ow. Her arms too. Her wrists. Ow. What was... Pain was fading into existence and then....
A blinding light.
NO! Oh God. Her breasts. Arms. Legs. Oh... Oh God. That hurt. That hurt. Where was she? What had just... What got her here? A desert. No... Not back here. She'd gotten out. Her arms. Her legs... No. It couldn't... She had to get out. Now more than ever. She had to get out of this madhouse. Maybe... Just maybe... If she climbed. She could get up tot the top of the frame. The sun, the light concentrated by the magnifying glass. If she could get to the top, she could adjust the glass. If she could adjust the glass, she could probably work her way free. Once she got up there... Sure, the weights would still be on, but... She could perch herself up there. It would hurt, but it would be better than an eternity stuck like this
She started her assent. Bracing herself on the sides of the frame. And... Pushing... Pulling... TRYING to get up. It hurt. It hurt like hell, but she had to do it. She inched her way up. Up... Up...
The weights were getting heavier, or felt like they were getting heavier, but... She had to make it. Closer. Maybe five feet away now.
The pain. Oh God, the pain. The weights were pulling down on her, she felt like she was being torn apart. But she kept pulling. Trying to get up.
Three feet.
She needed to get up. Get home. She had a job to do. She had a life to live. She couldn't just lay down and die. She wouldn't. Whoever the hell had put her in this situation, she would get out. She needed to.
Two feet.
Almost. ALMOST. So close. So very close. She could. She would... Maybe. She dropped down slightly. The friction burned her hands, but she stopped herself. She had to keep going. She quickly regained the lost ground.
One foot now.
So close. So very close. If only she didn't need all her limbs to pull herself up. She could see the area better. And she would get there. Relief returned. The first joy she had had for what seemed like years. It was hours undoubtedly.
Six inches.
No choice. Now she had to reach out and dislodge the glass. She would escape.
But as she reached out, she heard a noise. Quiet. Almost imperceptible. But mechanical. Computerized. And then the sound of a blade cutting through the air.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Swish.
She had been so close, reaching out, and then falling. She had tripped a laser trap. It had led to a blade cutting the wire. The pain was gone. And she was falling. The weights pulled her down. Down. Down. Falling... Whistling wind.
Born to be wiiild
So close, and yet so far.. She was SO CLOSE. And now falling. Wind.
My name is Doctor Jaime Flect
Moments from the few hours or so flashed through her mind. How could she have been so close?
You have approximately five hours before you fall
Falling. Screaming. Oh God. Oh no. Temporary peace of falling and then... Oh God. And then the pain was back. The cactus impaled her, its spines piercing through her cunt. Pain rocketed up and down her body. Her whole body. Her back. Her arms. Her legs. All of it. It disoriented her. The surrounding world flashed before her eyes. Night turned to day. Day back to night.
Flash!
Daytime. The lab ahead of her looked like it was brand new. Just opened.
Flash!
Night. The parking lot was full. The lab looked used, but not overly so.
Flash!
Daytime again, and the building ahead of her was old and rusted, and the parking lot gone.
And then she heard noises in the background. Footsteps. Walking. Someone was behind her. Walking in front of her. Ahead of her. A person. It was clear who it was. Her torturer. She looked directly at the figure. It was horrifying. Twisted. It was like it was changing forms... Young. Almost a child. No, old. Very old. A corpse, rotting. A young fur in the prime of life. With every flash from day to night of the background, the body changed. But eventually, it clicked. Weakly, she gasped out
"Doct...Doctor Fl... Flect?" She asked.
"Not anymore."
"Wh...whoooo?"
"Call me... " The doctor smiled a wide, hideous smile "Hourglass."