Where there's a Will there's a way - One last Dance
#5 of Where theres a Will theres a way
Where there's a Will there's a way
Part 5: One last Dance
by Furstrated
Zora found herself walking through endless narrow hallways. Every twist and turn she took seemed to lead nowhere. It had been some time since she had passed through the third obstacle room. She now found herself wondering down an endless hallway. Occasionally she passed a small camera high over head where she knew the old crazed wildcat Jerome was watching.
"Who is this?" Jerome Barton asked his assistant pointing to the mouse on the screen. Hector ran his finger down the roster sheet until he can to a name.
"That's Zora, female mouse age 30, she is a grand niece of yours." Hector said.
"She seems to be doing well so far, maybe its time I route her into a more difficult room." Jerome replied as he began to press buttons on his control panel.
The older mouse had relied on her cunning and wisdom thus far as she made her way through the deadly mansion. She realized the danger and had adapted quickly to make her way through the traps safely so far.
Zora stopped a moment to rest in the never ending series of hallways. As she took a few deep breathes she suddenly heard a faint noise. Turning around toward the sound she caught a quick glimpse of what looked like a wall far behind her moving its position.
Curious the mouse turned back around to continue her way. She couldn't help but wonder if the hallways seemed to be endless because they were being moved as she passed through, the farther she walked a plan began to form in her mind. She had an idea on how to test her theory.
Slowly Zora began to speed up her pace. After a few seconds she had reached a full sprint. The mouse was almost flying down the hallway as she zigged and zagged around the many corners and bends. Once she was sure she was going fast enough and had gone far enough she suddenly stopped and reversed direction.
As Zora turned around she instantly saw a side passageway open a short distance behind her. She had been right. As she moved through the building the walls were being manipulated to steer her in the direction that her capture wanted. Every time she came to a split in the hallways rooms ahead would be reshaped until she took the path that was wanted.
Her eyes focused on the unique looking side room as she made a dash for it. She could see the movement of the walls changing instantly as she drew close. The passageway that was open before her was shutting quickly. Making a mad dash and leaping through the air Zora squeezed through the hole just as it shut tight.
Lying on the floor Zora lifted her head up to look at her new surroundings. Unlike the rest of the house this area was bare cement and filled with many pipes and wires. The bits and pieces of equipment that filled the area and ran through walls into other areas, they were obviously the force which drove the movement of the building.
Pulling herself to her feet Zora began to look around for a way out. It took only a moment for her to spot a small access door in the corner. Grinning she headed for it figuring she had beaten the system. With any luck she could easily use this as a short cut to find the Will and at any rate it should be a much safer route.
Far away in his observation building the old wildcat Jerome Barton IV was in an angry rage. He shook violently in his chair as he spit and sputtered obscenities at the viewing monitor. He had not planned on anyone slipping out of his well planned obstacle course and it infuriated him.
"Hector, we have a cheater on our hands," He spoke after calming down a bit. "I want you to locate and deal with her."
"Very well sir," Hector replied as he began to leave the room. "Oh and when I get her should I?" he asked as he made a throat cutting gesture.
"No, I want her alive, in fact once you get her, put her in a jacket and take her to J5," Jerome said. Hector nodded as he left the room. He knew the layout of the mansion better then anyone and knew right where to find the mouse.
Hector grimaced at the thought of putting her into room J5 though. That room was one of only three level 5 rooms. Each room in the house was rated by level of difficulty and lethalness. A Level 5 room was a room that had no trick or puzzle that would help someone pass with safety. The level 5 rooms were designed to kill their victim in one way or another.
Zora opened her eyes slowly. As light filled her vision blurred images began to appear. The realization of what had happened hit her suddenly. Her heart beat increased as she snapped her head back and forth wildly.
For the first few moments Zora just looked around trying to figure out what happened. After a minute she began to remember and piece things together. She had obviously been captured again and was now back inside one of the obstacle rooms. Zora found herself kneeling in the middle of the white room with a thick rope tied snugly around her neck. The end of the rope trailed up and into darkness high above. Immediately Zora tried to reach up and remove the thing from around her neck, but her arms would not move.
Zora looked down in horror to see she was bound in a simple white strait jacket. She fought for a moment twisting herself back and forth trying to remove the outfit. Finding the jacket too tight Zora staggered to her feet. Once she was standing she attempted to duck her head to get the looped rope to slip off. Once again the restraint was fixed to tightly to get out of.
Zora now stood in the middle of the empty room wearing nothing but the jacket as she began to become afraid. She remained still as she tried to keep herself calm. Before she could think of what to do a voice began to speak from high above.
"You broke the rules my dear," Jerome Barton said. "And you have to be penalized."
"You never said we couldn't leave your set path!" Zora protested.
"Regardless, you tried to cheat, but since I am a fair host I have had you setup in one of my specialty rooms," Jerome said.
"How is it special?" Zora asked very concerned.
"This room is special because it is much more difficult to pass then the others, your penalty is to be placed here, but if you would like I could have my faithful servant cut your throat right now instead," Jerome warned. Hearing the threat Zora spun around to see one of Jerome Barton's cat servants standing in the corner of the room. The male cat stood entirely nude with the exception of a utility belt. With his arms crossed his faced remained stern.
Seeing the mouse's fearful expression, Hector gave a wink as he bobbed a small knife up and down between his fingers.
"What do I have to do?" Zora asked turning her attention back up toward the hidden speaker above.
"Survive," was Barton's response followed by a quick bust of static as the speaker he spoke through turned off. As the room went silent Zora turned her attention back to the cat servant. Hector stood still and silent as he stared back at the mouse. The silence was suddenly broken by a loud clanking noise that came from high above. Zora's eyes slowly glanced upward following the rope that she was anchored to. The ceiling of the room was far higher then she had originally thought. The rope around her neck went up some 50 feet before disappearing into the blackness. After nothing seemed to change above her Zora turned her attention back down to her immediate surroundings. As she lowered her head a slight movement caught her eye. The extra slack in the rope was disappearing!
Zora began to panic; franticly she looked around the room trying to figure out what to do. She fought once more with the jacket trying to get her arms free, all she wanted was to get this rope off her neck.
Hector smiled as he watched the girl panic. He knew she had finally noticed the rope being winched up from above. The rope was on a very slow hoist that would take quite some time; he figured it would take probably five minutes before she would be pulled completely off her feet. Once that happened the specially tied noose he had placed around her neck would begin to do its work.
"Please help," Zora said nervously looking at the cat. Hector just simply shook his head. "Please what do I do?" Zora begged. The cat still remained silent but after a moment he cocked his head back and with his eyes made an upwards gesture. Zora was confused at first but she turned around to look. Staring at the wall in front of her she realized that the texture was different then the others. Cautiously the mouse made her way across the room for a closer look. She took special care not to trip or fall since the slack on the rope was almost gone.
Looking at the wall closer Zora realized that there were many white pegs sticking out of it. In normal circumstances they could easily be used as handles to climb up. Zora glanced back at Hector as if to ask him if she was supposed to actually climb. Before she could speak the cat gave a confirming nod.
Zora now knew what she was supposed to do but she couldn't figure out how. She made one more attempt to get out of the strait jacket, but found yet again her arms were bound tight. "Do I really have to try to climb this?" she said aloud. A second later the answer came to her as the rope suddenly jerked tightly around her neck.
There was no more slack and the noose around the mouse's neck was beginning to constrict her windpipe. Zora could feel blood being trapped in her head as more of her weight began to be pulled by the rope.
Standing on her tip toes Zora whimpered softly as she attempted to get a foothold on the wall. With one foot firmly on a peg she pushed off with all her weight and lifted herself up.
Relief came quickly as the rope around her neck loosened up. Zora chanced a victorious smile as she placed her other foot paw down next to her first. Her victory was short lived as she lifted her foot to take another step up she suddenly felt herself beginning to lose balance. Zora moved her hips back and forth trying to keep from falling. Her folded arms heaved back and forth in a vein effort to grab something. Despite her best effort she was going to fall.
Zora felt her body peeling away from the wall as she fell backwards. She had just separated from the wall when the rope around her neck became tight once more. As the noose tightened her ascent slowed to a stop. Zora remained still for a moment dangling half way off the wall, her feet were still in place and now her upper body was being held in place by the rope around her neck.
The mouse maid gagged for air as the rope tightened further. She felt herself being pulled upward just a bit more. In a panicked effort she flexed her stomach muscles and managed to curl herself forward. With her center of gravity shifted she began to tilt back toward the wall. Feeling her chest meet with the solid wall once more, Zora realized now how she could climb up.
Hector watched as the mouse fought with gravity. He found himself slightly impressed as he watched her using the deadly rope to her advantage. She was simply resting in place until the rope began to lift her up, as it did she would take another small step up to the next peg. She was using the slightly tightened noose to keep her balance. After a few minutes she was about six feet off the ground. The mouse was slowly making her way up, but Hector knew she was about to run into another obstacle. Grinning he began to slowly cross the room.
At the rate she was climbing Zora knew it would take a while but she would reach the top. Her only fear was losing her footing and ending up swinging out into the open by her neck. As she felt the rope tighten enough to cut off her air she knew it was time to take another step up. As she did she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Thinking nothing of it Zora placed her foot paw up on the next peg.
Standing directly below the mouse Hector watched as she pushed herself up a few more inches. He grinned as his eyes followed her little tail as it whipped back and forth from all her effort. The mouse's legs were at about his level and he thought about reaching up and pulling her off the wall, but he knew better.
Hector was under strict instructions not to interfere in anyway, but as he watched the girl's shapely little rump shaking back and forth he found his loyalty beginning to waiver. His eyes were fixated on the quick glimpses of her little labia as she prepared to take another step upwards.
As the roped tugged her up Zora lifted up her leg and put her foot paw down on the next peg. As her foot made contact something strange happened. Zora suddenly felt a warm shock run up her body. The feeling was quickly followed by hot tingling pain coursing through her foot. A moment later the feeling began to spread through her body. Shocked by the feeling Zora lifted her foot back off the peg. The moment her foot came free the pain stopped.
Hector watched as the mouse gasped for breath once more as the rope caught back up with her. She now stood on one leg with the other held just above the next foothold. "The pegs higher up become conductors and some are hot leads, step on them and you will be shocked," he said speaking for the first time.
Zora did not hear the warning given to her, as her focus was strictly on the tightening of the rope around her neck. After a few seconds the fear of being strangled outweighed the fear of being shocked. Gasping for breath again Zora found herself forced to place her foot on the next peg.
Pushing hard she lifted her body up enough to bring a bit of relief to her sore neck. Immediately she began to feel the tingling in her foot again. Fearful of the pain soon to follow she franticly lifted her lower foot up and reached for a higher peg.
Hector watched with amusement as the mouse hoisted herself up another few inches. He felt himself becoming aroused as the half naked girl fought with al her might to keep on living. He also found himself taking a few steps closer. Hector now stood so close he could easily reach out and touch the victim before him. Her thin pink tail swayed in front of him as she clung to the wall using nothing but her sheer balance.
Zora cried out in pain as electric jolts shot up both of her legs. Painful needles began to sear through her body as the electricity caused every nerve it touched to backfire. Zora fought furiously with the sealed jacket sleeves trying to free herself from her fate. It was to no use as Zora felt the burning in her feet becoming unbearable. Unable to control herself any longer her feet leapt from their supports seeking anything but the electric daggers. With her feet freely in the air Zora's eyes went wide as the rope around her neck went taunt.
Hector took a casual step backwards as the mouse began to fall from her perch. With her feet no longer holding her in place she swung out into the open. Hector grimaced as he heard the knots in the rope creaking slightly as they tightened. The mouse's full weight was now being supported by the nylon loops around her neck.
Zora could feel the weight on her neck increasing with every minor movement she made. Trying not to panic she rocked her body attempting to swing herself back towards the wall. With her efforts not working she was simply dangling in place a few feet from the climbing wall. Trying to gather her thoughts Zora tried to take a breath. Unlike before she had been able to draw some air in; her throat was blocked refusing to allow anything in or out. Panic began to wash over the mouse as she realized nothing could stop her from asphyxiating to death.
Hector watched as the little mouse girl's legs dangled right in front of his face. The whole scene had fascinated and aroused him greatly. Now he watched her movements stop for a moment. She remained still as if trying to think of what to do. Her little body only remained that way for a moment before a low gurgling noise emanated from her nostrils and a violent struggle against the rope began.
Hector had to sway and duck his head out of the way as the girls feet kicked out wildly trying to get a footing on anything. Her shapely bottom dangled and twisted right in his feline eyes. His eyes unblinking at the sight before him; he was unable to remove them from the dying mouse. Without thinking Hector reached a paw down to the skinny belt he wore. Slowly his fingers fumbled with a little controller until they pressed a red button.
A quite clank rang out from high above as the slow rope towing system came to a halt. Hector then pressed another button on his remote. After a moment out of the corner of his eye he watched the small red light on the camera in the room as it turned off.
Zora's chest was heaving heavily as she fought desperately for air. Her throat burned and the rope chaffed her neck fur. She could feel her tongue protruding out of the corner of her mouth. Her nostrils ran with fluid, her heart raced wildly. Her ears were beginning to ring as little bursts of light and color filled her vision. Below she could feel her groin muscles contracting rapidly with erotic spasms. Zora could tell this was really the end; her final moments before she died. Tears began to fill her eyes as she felt her body becoming limp and unresponsive.
Hector ran his paw across his stiff erection as he watched the girl's body become still. Her eyes were still slightly open but her gasping noises had stopped. His yellow eyes followed her twisted face down across her body wrapped tightly in the strait jacket, down to her bare legs dangling inches from his face. He took special note of her soaked crotch. No longer fearing he was being watched Hector extended a paw and gently touched the maid's thigh.
Zora's world was spinning as her vision faded to black; she hardly noticed the cat below her as he began to spin her body around. With a light shove Hector had turned the mouse around so that her most private area was now exposed fully before him. He leaned his head forward and sniffed the lovely female scent that hung before him. He had heard that often times hanging victims would void their bowels, but she had not. Unable to restrain himself any longer Hector pressed his face into the mouse girl's cunny. By doing so he also lifted the girl up slightly.
The cat slowly pawed himself off as his rough tongue lapped at the dripping slit in his face. Slowly he licked up one side of her labia then down the other. Back and forth he licked only stopping briefly to swipe across her clit here and there. Moving in a little closer he pressed one of his finger into her creamy little hole. Nibbling on her tiny clit Hector felt around inside her tight passage. He was not only surprised at how slick she was, but he was also surprised that with this finger deep inside he could still feel a pulse.
Zora's eyes slowly opened. Her vision still danced with stars and everything around her sounded like she was underwater. Groggily she blinked her eyes staring at the unfamiliar surroundings. She felt so tired, and she wondered where she was. It was only a quick moment of confusion before the realization of what had happened began to come back to her. Coughing weakly Zora began to breathe again. Her renewed effort for life was meet an unnatural jiggling of the ground below her. Still slightly confused Zora chanced a glance downward.
Hector had heard the mouse cough and knew she had regained conciseness. With his finger still embedded in her pussy he withdrew his head and looked up to see if he was right. As soon as he lifted his head his eyes meet hers looking back down at him. There was a muffled squeak as her head quickly jerked away breaking contact. Unalarmed the cat simply went back to enjoying his catch. Moving a bit closer he pressed himself under the mouse's legs allowing her butt to rest just barely on his shoulders. Without any sound his rough tongue went back to work on her soft folds.
Zora's eyes went wide as she felt the felines sand paper tongue press against her sex. It had only taken her a split second to realize she was sitting on the predator helplessly. "Stop it you sick pervert!" She screamed out, but to her dismay only a rasping gurgle noise left her lips.
"Careful your throat is probably sore." Hector whispered between suckles. Zora began to struggle trying to kick herself free from her rapist. Hector felt the mouse's velvet thighs suddenly clench and trash around his head. Without warning and in spite he withdrew his fingers and face. Stepping back he left the mouse to swing freely in the open air.
Zora gagged violently as the firm support under her suddenly disappeared. The now all too familiar pain around her neck returned quickly as she had to once more fight for air. Gasping and coughing loudly Zora kicking her feet trying to latch onto anything.
Hector frowned; he had not expected her to try to fight him off after saving her. He considered just letting her dangle there and strangulate fully this time. After a few seconds he reconsidered and pressed a different button on his remote. A clanking noise sounded from above as the mouse on the rope began to slowly lower.
Zora could not hold out any longer she twisted and kicked her best, her lungs burned and face swelled. Somewhere in her mind she was aware of the intense heat her groin was giving off, it felt as if she was going to cum. Surprised she rubbed her thighs together as she swung. Sure enough she could feel familiar yet more powerful erotic stimulation at work. All the while her throat twisted in pain and lungs burned. How could half her body being enjoying something while the other half was dying.
"No more kicking or fighting or I let you just dance there until you die." Hector said. As he spoke he moved directly in front of the girl.
Zora was beginning to see spots again and knew she wasn't going to last any longer, all she heard was a voice saying "no more kicking," Something inside of her told her to obey. Weakened already Zora let her limbs go limp.
Hector was quite please as how quickly she responded. Her face was now low enough his eyes looked directly into hers. The cat let the hoist lower her just a little more before he pressed the stop button again.
Zora felt a jolt as the rope came to a stop, then a sudden release of pressure from her neck followed. Without thinking the mouse opened her mouth wide and drew in the precious air she needed. Between frantic gasps for breathe Zora began to realize her head was resting against the cat's furry chest. Her first notation was to strike at him with her teeth, her thoughts were to kick and fight, but something in her mind stopped her. As she began to catch her breathe Zora realized that the only thing holding her up and allowing her to breathe was the cats muscled arms and firm paws gripped around her butt.
Hector looked down at the little mouse girl and winked as she realized her predicament. The little mouse bound tightly in a strait jacked now rested flush in the arms of her captor. Hector looked up at the length of rope trying to decide if there was enough there. Zora cautiously watched the cat trying to anticipate what he was doing.
Hector had never been as aroused as he was right now. His cock was fully erect and felt as if it was going to burst. His erect tip was jutting strait up at the girl in his arms and he could feel the heat of her mound just inches away. "You know they say that when the blood and oxygen are restricted and cut off from your brain, it can cause many nerves and glands to react strangely," He began to speak softly. "They say the different mixtures of chemicals release can create a euphoric sexual feeling, and even cause orgasms. What do you think?" He asked his captive.
Zora slowly lifted her head up and looked into the cats eyes, she didn't dare try to speak again but with her teary eyes she begged him to let her go. As she watched his dark black face she felt herself slipping downward. Just a little at first then a bit faster. "I'm slip," she spoke with a horse voice.
"You were so wet before, I'm sure you felt it," Hector said as if he didn't hear her.
"Slipping," Zora said her voice a bit clearer; she could feel the rope around her neck becoming a bit tighter again as her descent continued. She tried to hug against the cat's bare chest the best she could with her restrained arms, but it was to no avail she was still slipping downward.
"I know you're slipping," Hector said with a wicked grin.
"No please!" Zora began to beg as the rope began to tighten. At the same time she became aware of something else happening. Down between her legs she could feel something very bulky and very hot rubbing against her inner thighs. Without a word Zora looked up into her captors eyes again. She could see his lust and intent to carry this out.
Hectors patience had run out, his anticipation was at its peak as he felt Zora's velvety thighs brushing against his member. Unable to wait any longer he simply released his grip on the girls butt allowing her to quickly drop the remaining few inches. Hector groaned with delight as he felt his penis fully penetrate the mouse's slit. His estimation of the rope length had paid off greatly.
Zora gave a surprised squeak as she suddenly dropped a few inches. At the same time she felt the feline's large barbed cock ram strait through her insides. Zora tried to cry out in protest but the noose had not gone tight around her neck. Zora slowly squirmed against the cat trying to do anything to get away from the torment. Hector happily began to trust himself in and out of Zora as she wrapped her legs around his back.
"Clever girl," he commented as he thrust hard against her. Zora used her strong legs to push herself up slightly. She managed to push enough so that some of the pressure was off her neck and she was able to draw in shallow breaths of air. As she wiggled and adjusted her hips around the cat's waist, she was also beginning to feel an accelerated growth of pleasure between her legs.
She wanted to fight him off, she wanted to get away, but each thrust of the cats barbed cock sliding through her soft insides was stimulating incredible things in her oxygen starved mind. "Please stop, don't, please," Zora muttered almost moaning.
"You're so tight!" Hector said as he embraced the mouse with his arms.
Zora could feel the feline speeding up his pace. Her own breathing was reaching fevered levels as the limited amount of air she could breathe was now not enough to sustain her. Each pass of the large intruding object in her cunny was causing shivers to run up her spin, and then it happened. Zora suddenly screamed out as a violent orgasm struck her weakened body. Every muscle that still was able to jerked and twitched. Her breathing became a solid chain of moans muffled by her crushed throat.
Hector was taken aback by the fierceness of it at first; he could feel her entire body quivering around him as she road the orgasm out. In the throws of it Zora's legs had come loose from Hectors waist leaving her to dangling fully by her own weight. Her creamy tunnel was vibrating and leaking juices around his cock as at alarming rate. Hector knew he could not last much longer. Releasing the mouse from his grip he trust with all his might striking his cock into her as deep as it could go.
Zora felt Hectors supporting body come free from her and she felt the deadly noose tighten fully back around her neck but she could not do anything about it. Her body was in revolt against her as orgasmic spasms shook her to the core. She twisted in agonizing delight now held up by only the felines thick cock. That thought seemed to turn her on even more as her orgasm seemed to renew itself.
Zora opened her mouth to moan but her voice was caught in the rope that constricted it. In her orgasmic haze she suddenly realized that she was hanging again. She knew she had to get her feet back around the cat's waist.
Hector tried to hold himself back as much as he could, but he couldn't take much more. He began to trust into the mouse maids snatch at a fevered pace, all the while he watched as her legs failed about trying to get a hold on him once more. He could tell that in her sexual delirium that she had no idea where he was.
Everything was bright white in Zora's head, she wanted to breathe but all she could feel was the cat's penis positioning in and out of her. Her orgasm was still going as she felt the rest of her body become numb.
"I'm cuming!" Hector cried out as he thrust in deep one last time and held himself in place.
Zora felt hot cum being spilled in her loins as her vision began to fade quickly. A gurgle noise emanated from her throat one last time as her body went limp. Hector remained in place as his cock continued to spurt the last few drops of cum into the mouse. Her body remained still for a few seconds before it suddenly began to shudder and shake again.
He could tell she was unconscious now but he hoped that this was one last big orgasm for the girl as her body shuddered a few more times before remaining still again.
Once the girl's movement stopped the second time, Hector withdrew his cock. A warm glow remained on his face, and his heart still raced widely. That was one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had, and he could only imagine what she had felt. Stepping back away from the hanging mouse he pressed the camera control button again on his belt.
As the camera light came back on and began rolling again, Hector watched as a suddenly small tremor moved from the little mouse girl and then she became still.
Hector knew that was the end, slowly with some thought of remorse he pressed the control button and lowered the dead girl's body to the floor. As her tranquil body lay on the floor the speaker in the corner of the room crackled to life.
"What is the status of our little cheater?" Jerome Barton asked.
"She is dead sir," Hector said.
"You don't sound happy Hector," Jerome commented.
"Job is done that's all that matters sir," Hector replied.
"Well then you better come back up here, the remaining few are nearing the end of my competition," Jerome instructed. Hector just nodded as he picked up the lifeless girls body in his arms. Turning away from the camera he hid a tear of regret.
Maybe the old man was taking this too far.