The life of a cub (Part 1)
Just a little story I intend to continue later, right now it's nothing graphical but I intend it to be, fear not.
- * * Room after room of orphans and as the guide explained, the further from the stairs the room in which they were placed were, the worse chance they had of getting adopted. Some never bothered to go the entire way, already having their eyes on one of the kids in the earliest room. It's hard to kill of that first impression, isn't it? But Amanda wasn't like that. She always made sure she had the whole picture before she bothered to do anything. Her late father had taught her that, said it was one of the criteria for inheriting the money and the company. "Benedictson's pharmaceutical" was a major company and made millions a year after everything was settled, money that went straight in to the owner's pocket. Amanda was proud of what she had accomplished after her father's death, the company was perhaps not making a lot of money right now but it had expanded and it was said that it was one of the few companies that offered jobs in every country across the globe. It was just a matter of time before she started to rake in the big dough. Now she was on the prowl for something different, though. She wanted a child, she had different reasons for it, but it wasn't because of charity that she went to the orphanage. She was incapable to give birth, for very simple reasons, really. Reasons that her father had started out to hate but had found actually only improved his daughter. He said she would be a better executive of BP than himself because she had the better of two worlds. Amanda was a herm, not openly but most around her knew. It wasn't rare to be herm but she simply chose that no-one had anything to do with it unless she planned on having sexual relationships with 'em in the future. Outward she was an ample vixen: nice, soft fur, a bright orange on most but a creamy white on her front, spreading from the tip of her chin to the lower of her tummy. Her curves were quite nice, I'm not very good with the sizes of women's breast, whether it was an A or an F is not aware to me but let's say it was the kind of breast that made men wish they were babies again. Her blue eyes had the ability to stare in to your very soul, it seemed. With that you either grew ice-cold because she disliked what she saw or she'd turn you into wax 'cause she liked what she saw. As she sat in her office it was like her hair was a river of blood, flowing from her head over her shoulders, dark red and a victim to the wind, unable to resist it. She made her way all the way down the hallway, having seen young ones in all ages, ranging from five to fifteen, playing, laughing or bickering childishly. She smiled at the sight, for even she could not deny the cuteness of the scenes but if she had wanted a regular child, one that was like everyone else's, she'd have kidnapped an already raised one, pay one to act her son or just start a kindergarten. Her frame moved very neat as she walked up and down the hallway, examining kid after kid like she was at the zoo. "So, see anyone you like?" The employee that had followed her continuously while she walked suddenly spoke up, spinning the keychain on his finger, the keys which separated the kids from a regular life... that and a tacky fate. But Amanda wasn't okay with what she had seen but leaving without a kid would be her first failure since her father died, failing to get what she came for. "These are all the kids? I was told this was the biggest orphanage and this is it?" She was teasing the employee a little, knowing that she probably had only seen the good kids, those who behaved and acted like everyone else told them to. 'Cause face it, even this was all about putting up a good front, selling the goods with as little effort as possible. Obviously annoyed that she hadn't picked the first, best one she could find and gotten out of there yet, the employee gently pushed her aside and walked down the hallway again, down the stairs. "So, you want the hopeless ones? What are you, some frigging charity or something?" She grinned and thought to herself that the man couldn't be more wrong. The normal ones were just that and nothing else, like every other on the street. Normal ones couldn't pick up and run a company with profit no matter what. They walked down another set of stair, being the intelligent woman she was, she quickly realized they were walking down in to the basement. "You keep kids in the basement?" The employee looked over his shoulder, flashing a grin before he turned his eyes back on the stairs, almost tripping over his own tail. "It's not that bad, we just keep those who need a bit of solitude down here so no-one's hurt." Amanda knew what they meant but how they did and how it sounded just made it sound like some mental institution. Perhaps that wasn't so far from the truth either. Obviously it wasn't a basement in that sense; it was warmly decorated with simple colours, wooden floors and walls to match. There weren't any windows so instead there were paintings hanging over each bed. It was probably a kind of nametag, showing which bed was which kid's. 'Cause there was no rooms, just bed squared up against the walls, a little chest by the foot of the bed which most likely held the bed's occupant's belongings, all their life in an old, worn chest. The kids, at first look, weren't so different from the ones upstairs. The only difference was the lack of sound. Even though there were about ten beds in dimly lit room, only four cubs remained. "They get shipped out to some school somewhere else after a few years, can't keep 'em around forever." She nodded as the employee answered the question she was only thinking so far. "Only four?" It took the employee a while to answer, his eyes wandering over her first as if she had a problem then counted the cubs silently. With a sigh the man roared out: "Okay, where's he hiding!?" All four cubs looked up simultaneously at the employee, muttered something to him, Amanda figured some kind of cuss or other as they all acted real tough. "Fuck if we know, here then suddenly poof, gone. What's it matter, this broad gonna adopt us? Ha!" All four cubs broke into a wholehearted laughter; they were far more mature than they were supposed to be. Even Amanda pitied them; even she had a childhood until she was old enough to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. The employee's eyes narrowed to two slits and stared the laughter dead, all four cubs returning to whatever they were doing before except one who quickly replied: "Under the stairs..." Without a doubt the employee walked around the stairs, disappearing to where Amanda couldn't see nor did she intend to follow. She wasn't afraid to get dirty from dust and so but without a good reason, it was wasted time and if she could get someone else to do it that was just perfect. After a few seconds she heard louder voice and some struggling, something or another hitting wood but it was obvious that this had been done many times as the word "again" was repeated over and over again. "Come on, you little runt, you know I hate doing this over and over again!" The voice of the employee was loud and somewhat agitated. Amanda quickly glanced over at the other four cubs that were all snickering and giggling like mad. She couldn't help but to smile at the scene. Several years later, she came to the conclusion that it was here her heart was made up about what kid she wanted. Several minutes later, the employee finally emerged victorious, holding the younger cub around the waist and pulling him out from under the stairs. Amanda didn't have a chance to see the cub much before the employee muttered silently to her: "Excuse me one second, I need to have a talk with our little cub here..." A door, that Amanda hadn't really seen first, suddenly opened when the employee pushed at it and before she had the chance to say her heart's decision, the door closed. All the four cubs got up simultaneously and headed towards to the door, edging closer slowly as if afraid of it, whispering between each other. "He's gonna get it now..." Amanda wasn't dumb; god knows how many times her father had handed it to her good but not for something like this. In fact, it made her feel kinda bad. "Does this employee do this often?" The cubs, jumped, perhaps realizing only now that she was still standing there or afraid to get talked to by a potential buyer, and looked at her, one of the bigger kids, probably the oldest of 'em but she wasn't sure, approached her slowly. It was a wolf by the looks of it but it didn't matter. "You're kidding? Tim gets his ass handed to him more often than anyone else 'because he hides all the time." Amanda arched a brow and looked at the wolf, trying to figure if the wolf was joking or not. "He likes to hide? Why does he like to hide?" The wolf snickered a bit, looking up at the ceiling almost as if admiring the reason why the kid did it. "He hates to be disturbed when reading a book which is frankly all he does, the employees here hate it 'cause they can't control him at all." She nodded a bit and made her mind a definite, striding up to where the well-hidden door was and slammed her fist against it. It didn't splinter or even dent, it was meant to be an "evil" knock, firm and impossible to misunderstand. But if the employee was as stupid as he had seemed, she made her point obvious by roaring out: "Open this door, you brain-dead mongrel!!" It didn't take long but she could hear some soft thumps and a bit of struggle with one object or another before the door opened slightly and a face peeked out, a furry one with the traits of lion which genes were since long dulled by the comfort life of modern society. It was indeed the employee that had guided her through the orphanage and now seemed a bit flustered. "If you have hurt the kid in there you'll be in a lot of trouble 'cause he's my son." Except for the gasp of four young ones behind her, there was silence, not suffocating or murdering but simple silence that covered everything like an awkward, itching blanket. It obviously bothered the lion, not the silence but because of why it had emerged. His voice was unsteady and for a while he was at a loss of words. But soon enough he managed to pull himself together enough to give a quick reply that annoyed her even further: "You're joking!?" One thing about Amanda was that she never joked about anything; if she did it was quite obvious as she hated to be misunderstood. "Look in to my eyes, feeble lion! Do I look like the Joker?" The kids behind her giggled softly, envying the attention the kid within those walls had gotten by hiding at the right time. Among them they whispered what cool mom she would be. The lion nodded and excused himself: "Give me a second and I'll be..." But he didn't have more time than that before Amanda shoved herself against the door, pushing it wide open, sending the lion to his butt a few feet away as he was completely unprepared for it and the sight that met her completely disgusted her. Almost completely naked, shirt open and underwear around his knees, the lion sat with his legs spread, his manhood waving like a flagpole in the wind, stiff and slick. "Oh, you better not have..." She looked around in the room was faced with grim reality, this was what people used to scare kids with, they had made it to reality. A room filled with contraptions designed to contain and hold cubs especially. Leather and metal mixed together in a nightmare, a nightmare these kids had endured for a long time. And in the corner she saw a simple contraption, a chair of some kind that had the victim securely bent forward, held firmly by leather-straps and some chains. In this was a small cub, completely white in the fur, probably albino and of the feline-family. He was gagged with a read ball but the sobbing could be heard none the less and the tears running down his cheeks were humongous. But the worst part was the part that was turned towards her, the rear of the cub with blood mixed into the fur around the tail hole, the tail itself tied to a pole that was nailed to the chair to keep it out of the way for the rape that had been committed just a few seconds ago. It all fuelled the rage within her chest and for the first time in many years she felt like punching some teeth out. She turned quickly to face the lion that now stood up, heaving his pants up around his waist, trying to cover his feeble excuse for manhood. "You fucking freak..." The lion tried to excuse himself but like a few moments before, words just seemed to evade him. Not that it would matter as Amanda strode up to the lion quickly. Firmly her hands grabbed the lion's neck and pushed him forwards. Not wanting him to go too far she raised her knee, quite the difficult process considering she was in a long dress, ripping it in the process, but none the less her knee connected with the softer spots of his abdomen, knocking not only sense in to him but also the air out of him. An obvious opportunity opened itself to her and as the male buckled over she grabbed his pathetic excuse for a mane and pushed him in to a similar contraption that the young feline was in... a cub that had completely eluded Amanda's mind for the moment as she dealt with the current source of her rage. The contraption wasn't hard to figure out and as the male struggled to regain breath, she moved his limbs and secured them tightly. Standing back, she admired her own work and seeing how the male finally regained enough posture she kneeled down next to him and looked him in the eyes. His voice was cracking up at several tones and the insecurity and fear just reeked off him. "It's just a cub, what does it matter?" That sentence was only awarded with a slap before Amanda stood up and massaged her palm a bit. "You sicken me greatly!" The lion did something that could be heard as a whimper, perhaps the grim reality dawned on him. Quickly she too regained her thoughts and she looked over in the corner where the reason she had even gotten so mad still remained and she did little work of the contraption that held the cub down. Now that he finally managed to stand, though a bit unstable and uncertain if he was allowed to, she got to look at him fully and as she thought he was indeed albino. His eyes were pink but clouded by tears, pain obvious in his eyes and was only let out in the form of tears, still he tried his best to look at her with some kind of courage, sniffling to hold the tears in but failed as they continued to pour down his cheeks, a lot more silent now though. "Hey, kid, want to be my son?" He didn't know her name nor did he need to. It didn't matter anymore. Little else was said or done, the little cub couldn't reply in words but a nod was all that was needed. He didn't cling to her but refused to stay away from her. The event in the torture room had proven she was of good heart and that was all the encouraging that he needed. To get out of the orphanage had been merely a dream but now it seemed to be real. As the orphanage went silent again, at least in the basement, four cubs stood in a secret doorway to a secret room. They looked at a contraption in which they had all been confided to at one point or another. But more importantly, it held one of those who had caused them pain, there because he did the wrong thing in front of the wrong person. Naked, the lady had made absolutely sure he was in the same state she had found the cub in, and spread for the boys to watch and many thoughts roamed their minds. Poetic justice one called and the three others just agreed with nods. A tacky way to loose one's virginity, not with one they loved nor with someone they cared for the least but personally gratifying in ways no-one could understand unless they had been there. With a soft thud the door was closed and from outside not a single sound was heard for three hours. Silence was all that was heard as the orphanage waited its' fate, a new employee on the next shift or perhaps the punishment from the last. None the less the door finally opened and out stepped four cubs, closing the door again before they all looked at each other. For a moment it was all they did, look at each other. Then a smile broke on one of them and soon the group smiled and snickered together. Justice had been done... in one sense anyway.