[COMMISSION] House In The Woods Pt. 2
Commissioned and kindly funded by maddag202066
Warning: Once more, this is not a happy story.
When Ava opened her eyes again she wasn't quite sure where she was for a long, surreal moment. She felt numb, almost like she was floating, only the faintest ghosts of sensation still clinging to her.
Cold. Pain. The hard touch of metal up against the side of her face, the trickle of icy water draining past her aching body. Why was she hurting so much...?
For a moment she tried to remember just where she was, what had happened to her, but the correct information refused to align, it seemed to slide away into a fog that kept her eyes half lidded and her limbs immobile.
With a great effort Ava managed to curl her fingers in, balling one paw. Tried to shift herself but disturbed a great aching ball of pain nestled between her legs. That cut through some of the fog, some of the derealization, but all it made her want to do was curl into a ball and whimper.
All the same, some of the pieces of disjointed memory were resurfacing. She'd been lost...she'd found a cabin...the owner of the cabin had been an otter.
Peter.
He'd...
Ava took a deep breath, chest aching with the effort, hot tears of pain and humiliation and fear boiling at the corners of her eyes, stinging there, refusing to fall.
He'd turned the water off at some point...Ava thought he'd left her under an open tap, but maybe she was misremembering. Her memories seemed shaky and frail in the face of the incandescent burst of horror dominating one short span of it.
She couldn't even bear to begin recalling. Her eyes squeezed shut once more, sharp little teeth gritted, legs squeezing shut as tightly as she could manage. A shaky little sob leaked past this facade, Ava sniffling, a full body shake rolling through her, disturbing all the hurts she'd suffered, a great sense of horrible hopelessness weighing heavy over her, like a cloud cast from lead.
Then she could hear footsteps. Ava's heart clenched hard in her chest and for a horrible moment she feared that it would never restart, but that terror felt small in comparison to the promise of what those footsteps meant, the enormous, ugly potential of them as they closed in.
Ava squeezed her eyes shut. Tried hard to still her shivers and tame the whimper that rose from the bottom of her throat as Peter entered the bathroom.
Maybe if he thought she was unconscious he would leave her alone. Maybe if she went as limp and still as possible he would lose interest. He'd said he liked it when she struggled...right?
Even recalling the moment, the otter's voice so casual in the wake of his crimes, made Ava quiver more. Her muscles felt tense, she knew her tail was tucked protectively over her ravaged slit and hoped, prayed that-
"Ava," the otter said from where he stood over the bathtub, "you all rested up?"
Ava offered no reply. She was shaking now, too badly to reliably move...certainly too badly to speak more than a syllable or two. Fear, cold and deep and inky black, froze her brain solid. She couldn't think of anything to do other than stay still and tremble like a fawn in a thicket, eyes squeezed shut.
"I know you're awake," the otter said after a few silent moments had passed, "quit being difficult."
The way he spoke, like a disappointed father trying to roust an oversleeping child, cut into Ava like a knife, fresh terror seeping into those depths. How could he be so casual about this?
But he wasn't, a little voice in the back of her mind told her, seemingly detached from herself, weary and beaten but still very much alert. The otter wasn't being calm, not really...there was a tiny tremor in his voice. Somehow Ava knew that the otter's heart was beating a mile a minute, his voice coming ever so close to shaking with excitement.
She could hear his breathing now as he leaned in, observing her prone, curled form, fast and eager...like it had been right before he-
A paw touched her shoulder and Ava spasmed, shrieking like she'd been touched by a hot iron, a shiver of revulsion shooting through her like an electric current, stiffening her muscles. She scooted onto her back, a burst of desperate energy surging into her limbs. But her motions were clumsy, her aching head swam and she slid on the water. Her paws shot out from under her and she crashed back down into the bottom of the tub, the otter's paws grabbing onto her shoulders, shoving her to the cold metal, her head butting up against the unplugged drain, the tub faucet just over her head, obscuring a part of her vision.
But what she could see was more than enough.
The otter was still naked and he had a forced, almost grimacing smile on his face as he held her down, eyes wide and teeth showing. They looked very sharp. His claws dug hard into her arms and she squeaked, paws balling into impotent fists, tears hot in her eyes as she fought the urge to shut them and try her hardest to ignore what was happening, to simply wish it all away as hard as she could.
"For fuck's sake..." The otter hissed through gritted teeth, grip tightening, so hard that Ava though her shoulders might break. She could feel white hot pinpricks of pain flashing over her hide as the otter's claws punched through fur and skin, drawing blood.
But somehow that seemed minor compared to the look he had in his eyes. It was so intense that Ava almost thought the otter's brown eyes were empty at first. Then she saw the slight twitch of the lids, the curl of the eyebrows, the unending lust and violent desire and urge to hurt and hurt and hurt anyone held in their gaze.
It froze her solid. Filled her once more with a dread as black as the center of a black hole, where any and all impulses to resist and fight back and even scream were stretched and tugged and pulled to meaningless dissolution.
"Come on..." The otter said, voice breathy with an increasingly unhidden desire.
The look of terror in her eyes was urging I'm on, Ava realized distantly, but could muster no meaningful resistance other than an ugly flash of pain throughout her very center as she tried to curl her legs together, to make them more difficult to pry apart.
The otter lifted her over the edge of the tub, legs bumping the edge, and set her unceremoniously down. Ava cringed away, wincing hard, arms clutched around herself, legs failing as she slumped against the wall, vision going double for a moment.
He was hard, she realized with a flash of nauseous horror, and couldn't keep herself from shutting her eyes once more, curling as far into a ball as she could, a whimper sob breaking free from her lips. She hugged her arms to herself, paws held over where the otter's claws had cut her shoulders, the hot sting of pain the only thing keeping her even somewhat grounded.
"No..." She whimpered, voice tiny and nearly unintelligible.
The otter stepped closer. Ava felt a paw grip the scruff of her neck, then she was being tugged along, fur yanked and skin protesting. She was hardly a kitten anymore, she'd nearly grown out of her scruff and the pain from being pulled was enormous, searing through her in hot waves. It felt like a burn, like she'd had a hot pan touched to the back of her neck.
Eyes shooting open, her paws shot up instinctually, before she was even consciously aware of what she was doing. Her claws dug into the otter's wrist and Peter jolted, face twisting into a pained grimace. Turning, teeth bared, like a wild animal, he balled a fist and jabbed it hard into Ava's face.
The angle was awkward but he hit hard enough to snap the little leopard's head back. Her vision exploded into stars and for a moment her whole muzzle was numb, her nose feeling hot and swollen, yet strangely, almost miraculously painless. She could feel, with the curious clarity of the dazed, the hot drip of blood down her chin. She opened her mouth slightly. Realized her paws had fallen limply to her side.
The pain was beginning to hit now and the otter had stopped in the doorway to the bathroom, the almost surprised look on his face tinged with a horrible satisfaction that seemed to translate to the pre dripping steadily from his throbbing member.
Ava whimpered, hunching her shoulders as best she could, crimson drops spattering to the floor in front of her, the sharp, ugly pain throbbing along the length of her muzzle only seeming to grow in intensity, throwing ever growing skeins of black dots into the corners of her vision.
Satisfied that he'd knocked the resistance from the leopard, Peter finished tugging her into the next room. This had to be the living room, Ava realized dully, in some remote corner of her mind that still cared about such details.
It looked shockingly normal, an old dark fabric couch with a wooden coffee table set in front of it, a television and DVD player on the opposite side of the room. No pictures on the walls, no decoration either.
The otter threw Ava bodily onto the couch and she cried out as she landed face first, curling as best she could into a ball once more, keeping her eyes locked on the otter's movements. He licked his lips and closed in, Ava curling tighter, but to her shock and great relief he stepped past her. Opened a drawer set into the coffee table instead, eyes shifting over to her as he fished out the contents, an odd collar looking thing with a black metal ring at one end, and a plastic pill bottle, of the sort she'd taken antibiotics from after getting terribly ill at ten.
Ava squirmed away as the otter took a seat on the couch, curling her knees up to her chest, trying to squirm into the midst of the pillows crowded at one end but was too weak to manage much more than flopping back against the arm of the couch.
Peter held up the weird collar, one finger hooked through the metal ring, pill bottle balanced on the palm of his other paw. He stared past them, over to the trembling, bleeding leopard trying her best to shy away from him.
"You hurting?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in faux concern, the deception ruined entirely by the insistent little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Ava stared.
"I've got some hydrocodone in here," the otter said, rattling the bottle, "I think you could get away with taking a quarter of a tablet. That's what Google says at least," he shrugged lightly before continuing, "it would take a lot of the pain away. Make this a lot more pleasant for you. 'Cause this is gonna happen no matter whether you take the tablet or not."
The little leopard took a breath, trying to make sense of what the otter was saying. He was offering her...painkillers?
She'd taken painkillers before, when she'd broken her wrist the previous summer. And they'd erased the hurt completely, for a little while at least, until it was compacted down into a more manageable form by doctors and nurses. The promise of something like that felt almost impossibly appealing, but she stopped herself from nodding. Barely.
What would happen after the painkillers wore off? What kind of shape would she be in then?
The thought sent an ugly chill through her. But even as it tickled through her thoughts, like a needle wrapped in barbed wire, she thought of the pain and hurt and deep, unending humiliation she would suffer if the otter repeated his assault upon her while she had her senses intact and her mind clear and sharp.
It took her only a few moments to come to a basic and very utilitarian devil's bargain.
She nodded, grimacing as she did so, fresh tears cutting tracks through her mussed fur, pain searing her bruised nose and lips.
The otter's smile broadened.
"One condition," he held up the odd collar, "I want you to put this on. Open that cute little mouth of yours." He mimed the function of the 'collar' for just a moment, opening his own mouth and hovering the metal ring in front of it, gaze unbroken.
Ava blanched, suddenly realizing the purpose of the device. It wasn't a collar at all. It wouldn't go around her neck but rather her head, the ring would keep her mouth wide open and ready for...
She hunched down, shivering in silent horror, fists balled so hard that her claws cut into her palms. Her lower lip quivered.
"You have to put it on yourself," the otter smirked, "otherwise...no tablet." He closed his fingers over the pill bottle to demonstrate, teeth showing as he heard the little catch in Ava's breath.
Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out a paw. Somehow she knew the otter would force the device on her anyway...no matter which option she chose. The way his eyes had focused on her muzzle seemed to confirm it.
Peter flicked the collar at her with a disinterested flick of his finger, the little leopard flinching back with a cry as it landed in her lap. Ava cowered back, staring wildly for a long moment before she realized that Peter hadn't lunged at her...yet.
The ring gag she held was made of nylon, cinched tight for a smaller person, fastened with a buckle in the back. The rattle of pills distracted her and she looked sharply up, to where the otter was tapping a tiny white shape into the palm of his paw.
He offered it out and Ava saw that it was a carefully sliced portion of a larger hydrocodone tablet. She froze, terrified of moving any closer to the otter.
Peter smirked at her hesitance.
"If you don't want it..." He sighed with mock reluctance and began to close his fingers.
Ava shook her head vigorously, fresh pain sending spots swimming across her vision. She winced and bit back a groan. Reached out with a shivering paw, like a mouse trying to trying to extract the cheese from a trap.
It took her a few moments to fully extend her arm, another few to work up the courage to reach in and snatch the tablet from the otter's palm. He made no attempt to stop her, just chuckled as she recoiled, clutching the tablet to her chest, trembling from head to tail.
She took it and swallowed it dry, ignoring the bitter taste that permeated her mouth. Peter's gaze dropped meaningfully to the gag in her other paw and Ava took a deep breath.
For a moment she thought of whipping it at the otter's face and running for the door, but that plan died before it could even take form. She was penned in by the coffee table, and Peter was between her and the front door to boot. Even if she got a good hit in, she was weak and hurt...and he knew the woods much better than she did. He'd catch her, rape her and then he'd kill her. She knew that with a dreadful certainty that needed no explanation.
Paws trembling, vision blurring with tears, she opened her mouth as wide as her bruised lips would allow and slipped the ring gag in. There were little rubber pads along the top and bottom, she realized as it nestled into a spot just behind her canines, designed for the user's comfort.
Huh...
She almost couldn't manage the buckle in the back, her paws were shaking so badly, but eventually she managed, and with a little click, she knew her fate was sealed.
Peter edged forward.
"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" He asked.
Ava took a rattly breath, her jaws felt stretched uncomfortably wide and though she wanted nothing more than to look away, somehow her eyes remained focused on the otter's bobbing cock, still drooling clear pre.
"Good..." The otter breathed, and lunged forward, pinning Ava against the arm of the couch, pressing her arms down with his knees and shoving his hips against her face, his pointed cock dragging against one soft furred cheek before he adjusted and jammed his length into her helpless mouth, stretching her soft, wet throat.
Ava bucked and kicked and tried to scream but she was pinned, head and upper back pressed against the arm of the couch, her own limbs pinioned down by the crushing weight of the otter's knees. She could feel the blood flow being cut off numbness beginning to prickle in the tips of her fingers.
She kicked her legs, heels drumming against the cushions and tail lashing violently, but it did no good. Just like before, she couldn't do the slightest thing to dissuade the otter's assault.
Peter thrust hard into the little leopard's forcibly opened mouth, grunting and slamming his hips forward, balls slapping against Ava's chin as drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, a terrible suffocating feeling building within her, spots shimmering all across her vision. The otter's cock was blocking her throat, offering only the occasional sip of air as he shoved against her face with short, vicious jerks of his hips.
His paws clutched Ava's head, fondling her ears, which twitched helplessly as the otter tugged at them, claws scraping through her fur, tracing lines of red hot pain along the sides of her head. Her eyes narrowed and tears poured down her cheek, half terror and half anger and humiliation and pain.
After what felt like an eternity the otter withdrew his saliva slicked member, strings of spit connecting his jerking cock to Ava's mouth. He was breathing hard, eyes wide with pleasure. One of his paws rose and he jerked it over his cock twice, hips jerking and a gasp escaping the otter as ropes of hot white cum were spat across Ava's face.
The little leopard tried to duck down but her head was still held in place, scalding alabaster liquid streaked her black fur, the color contrast striking.
The otter leisurely slid his spent cock back in, grinding his hips hard against the leopard's mouth, letting a satisfied sigh leak from between his teeth, little sobs bubbling up from Ava's throat, vibrating against his length.
Ava lay back, shaking from head to toe, coughing and gagging as the otter got off of her at last. She clutched her arms to herself, trying to rub the feeling back into them. They were bruised and hurt where the otter had pinned her and her jaw felt stretched and hard to use. Ava wondered if she'd even be able to close it if the gag was removed, the muscles connecting it to her face felt frayed and frail.
More than that, she felt terribly distant from everything once more, like she had when she'd first woken up.
Taking a casual seat back at the end of the couch, the otter stroked a paw over his cock, still shiny with saliva. Ava began to reach for the back of her head but the otter shook his head.
"Nope," he said, "that stays on for now." He paused for a moment, an unpleasant smile creeping across his face. "The tablet kicking in yet?"
Ava swallowed as best she could. It hurt. Everything in her mouth hurt, except maybe her teeth. Her throat felt raw and stretched, her tongue battered and sore, her lips achey and broken. She could see a smear of crimson on the otter's groin, where her bloodied nose had been pressed, against and again, against that same spot as he rammed relentlessly into her.
She shut her eyes. Felt a dizzy sort of swoop sail through her and opened her eyes in a hurry, vision doubling once more, taking a longer time to correct itself. Her eyes felt slightly unfocused and Ava was aware that her heart had slowed just a bit. Or...had it? She no longer felt entirely sure, the world seemed less solid than it had a moment before.
The otter grinned at the disoriented look crossing the leopard's face, scooting closer. She tried to flinch away but her movements were slow and sluggish. He tugged her legs apart. Batted her paws away when she tried to stop him and slapped her hard across the face.
Ava cried out, the noise made strange and ugly by the ring gag, cheek stinging, sending pain lancing deep into her head and neck. The otter stroked his cock and pushed her legs further apart, Ava's increasingly weak resistance crumbling as he shoved himself roughly into her with a red hot explosion of pain that seemed to erase everything for a time.
When she swam back to the world he was still on top of her, cock spreading her tiny pussy open, but the sensations seemed entirely distant. The otter pumped his hips, jamming himself as far into her as he could, grunting in time with his thrusts, breath hot and damp against her neck. Ava tried to say something but could only groan. The otter grinned and laughed, both motions shaky. He was getting close, Ava realized. She tried to say something but the ring gag was in the way. She was momentarily confused as to why...hadn't he already taken her muzzle...?
The otter rammed himself as far as he could into her ravaged hole and groaned, jets of hot seed spraying into her. Ava tried to raise her paws but they were tied to her sides with cord. Her paws felt numb. The otter pulled out and stroked the last spurt of cum onto Ava's stomach. She could feel the rest drooling from her hole in a hot, stinging flood. She couldn't decide whether it hurt or not, the sensations were too distant to make any sense of.
She faded out again, as the otter's paws stroked hungrily over her body, mauling her unformed breasts, claws tugging at her onyx nipples.
She was in a different room when she came to next, head swimming, on her back, legs spread and head lolled back. She had a view of pillows, a blue bedspread. Oh...a bedroom.
Her arms were still tied and she could feel a heavy sort of weight between her legs, a dull throb that rivaled her heartbeat. She tried to blink and found that it took an eternity. From in front of her she heard a camera shutter sound. A moment later the otter came into view, eyes alight with fresh excitement, digital camera jittering in his impatient paws. He was breathing hard, cock bouncing in front of him once more.
Ava tested her mouth. Ring gag was still there. The otter took another picture. She shut her eyes.
Awoke to an icy sensation penetrating the numbness that surrounded her. Could feel the otter rubbing something slippery under her tail, a finger poking into her tail-hole, then another.
She tried to move. To make so much as a sound. Nothing.
The otter pumped his fingers in and out of her hole for a few moments, then they were gone. She could see a blue bedspread, obscuring half her vision, the rest a view of the wall, a tableau of shadows. There was her, a little lump on the bed, the otter looming over her, paw working rapidly at his cock, wet slicking sounds from behind her, then a pressure that seemed to dissolve into further cold. She felt stretched, ice surging deep into her, her paws trembling. What this sensation was she couldn't tell.
The otter plunged deep. Ground his hips against her tight little rear, shoving her twitching tail out of the way, paws planted on the little leopard's back, driving her into the bedspread, his claws raking her back, still seeking to dominate her utterly even as she lay silent and unmoving, eyes blinking slowly and thoughts turning with the speed of cold molasses.
She wanted to say something. To tell the otter to stop, to let her go, to just end this already, but nothing came out, the words were leaden and her tongue immovable. She blinked slowly. Felt the otter stiffen and spurt into her stretched tail-hole, then collapse and lay gasping across her back.
"Good girl." He whispered into Ava's ear, voice husky, stroking a lube slick pair of fingers down the side of her face.
Ava wanted to scream but could find no way to do so.
Shut her eyes instead.
Flashed to further scenes of debauchery, her position shifting and melting into different ones. She lay draped across his bed, the otter shoving a pair of fingers between her legs, relentlessly pumping them into her little pussy, breathing hard, eyes focused on the act. She managed to raise her head, he stood and withdrew, fingers pink with blood. Began pushing into her with his cock, rocking her in place, collapsing what motion she had managed.
There was pain now, she knew that much, a white hot piercing sort that intensified with each thrust. Tears leaked from her eyes and Ava began to whimper, surprised that she could do that much, but the trauma of the situation was so absolute that even if he had left her alone she didn't think she would be able to do anything else.
The pill was beginning to wear off, she realized, and gritted her teeth as the otter redoubled his efforts, staining her torn insides with a fresh batch of seed. He seemed exhausted, letting his cock slide free with a pop, cum puddling on the bedspread, joining a half dozen other stains that dotted the cloth. He hardly seemed to mind, positioning himself atop Ava and shoving his soiled cock into her mouth for cleaning.
She shut her eyes and balled her half numb paws as best she could, trying to ignore the taste of blood and seed, the stabbing pain between her legs growing more and more intense as the hydrocodone began to leave her system.
Peter sat back and took a breath, panting, cock drooping. He extended a paw and tried to stroke along Ava's cheek. She turned her head away.
"That's better," he sighed, to nobody in particular, a deeply satisfied look sliding serenely onto his face. He glanced down to Ava, "you were such a good girl."
She squirmed in place, whimpering as she disturbed the new cuts and bruises that dotted her body, and the fresh trauma he'd wreaked inside of her. The ring gag kept her from speaking, but even if it had been removed she wasn't sure if she'd be able to say so much as a word. Not when she was so utterly broken.
"I'll take off the gag in a bit," the otter said casually, standing back up with a sigh, "then if you still feel like being a good girl maybe we can take a nice bath together. What do you think?"
Ava squeezed her reddened, tear swollen eyes shut.
"Eh," the otter said, caressing her inner thigh, up to the cum and blood matted fur that surrounded her stretched, violated pussy and tail-hole, "you'll come around."
He left.
Ava silently wept.