House In The Woods Pt. 6
*WARNING: * There is underage rape in this story. This is also the final proper story part. After this part will be two separate endings, a good one and a bad one, so that the reader can make their own choice as to which they prefer.
The day before his birthday, Peter came to Ava with a set of handcuffs while she was sitting at the kitchen table and trying hard to read a magazine.
That was one of her privileges, earned by being a good girl and not making a fuss when Peter told her to do something. The magazine was about animals and outdoorsy type stuff, the sort of thing they handed out at the front office of the state park. Judging by the publication date, it was at least six years old.
Had Peter gotten it when he was still a park ranger? Or search and rescue? Whatever he'd been...
Peter sat down opposite her, handcuffs dangling from one fingers, a grin on his face. Ava stared hard at the page she was on.
Woodpeckers.
Something about woodpeckers, she couldn't tell exactly what, the text had turned to hieroglyphics. There was a diagram of what the inside of a woodpecker's skull looked like.
She felt about that same way in front of Peter, just completely transparent, like he could see all of her inner workings. There was a little part of her that was dully, completely convinced that he knew all about her plan to drug him. He was just biding his time, it insisted, waiting to spring his knowledge upon her at the last possible moment.
Ava had felt increasingly anxious the closer they got to Peter's birthday, almost to the point where the world around her seemed to have lost the most apparent of its realities. She felt a sort of comfortable numbness coating her, like she was already preparing herself for the consequences of failure and subsequent punishment.
...What would that punishment be?
Even if she was more or less convinced that her plan wasn't going to work, that was one thing that the little leopard especially didn't want to think about.
"You know what these are?" Peter asked, swinging the handcuffs gently off his finger, like a pendulum, "you ever watched Cops?"
Ava managed to nod, though she could barely look at the things. What was Peter planning to do now?
"I've gotta pick up a few special things in town," the otter continued, "for tomorrow's party. And I thought it would be fun to stick you in these while I'm gone."
Oh.
Oh no.
Ava really didn't like the idea of being restrained while the otter was around.
"...Don't you trust me?" She asked, a tremor arising in her voice.
Peter regarded her for a moment, then stood up, Ava failing to suppress a flinch. But all the otter did was come around the side of the table and step behind her, settling his paws on her shoulders. The handcuff chain settled against Ava's chest, cold steel tickling one onyx nipple.
She forced in a deep, steady breath. Told herself to be calm.
"It's not that," Peter said, though Ava knew damn well that it was, "don't you want to try something new?"
In the end Ava went along with the otter to the bedroom, heart pounding in her chest, frightened by the unwelcome addition to what had otherwise been settling in an unwelcome but theoretically bearable routine.
He laid her back on the bed, Ava shifting uncomfortably as Peter arranged a pad of pillows under her back, sitting her partially up, one paw slipping between her legs as he did so. Ava shut her eyes but fortunately Peter's grope didn't turn into anything more and he moved on to her arms, snapping one cuff around her left wrist before threading the other through the steel railings at the head of his bed.
Ava had suspected as much, and she simply closed her eyes until he was done and she was fully restrained.
Though she wouldn't have resisted even if her arms had been free (she knew too well what happened if she offered even the slightest bit of disagreement to Peter's whims) there was a special sort of terror to having her arms completely immobilized.
Peter deliberated a moment, then stripped his clothes off, cock already hard and throbbing, and clambered onto the bed, spreading her legs and sliding between them, the pointed tip of his cock nestled against Ava's little slit.
"I gotta ask," he said as he pushed into her, barely stifling a little groan of pleasure, "what are you thinking for my present?"
Ava clenched her fists as the otter stretched her one more, with agonizing, deliberate slowness, hips pressing against hers as he hilted into her.
"If..." She gritted her teeth hard as he began to thrust, "if I told...it would ruin the surprise."
In actuality, she had no idea.
What could she possibly do that Peter would think was special? He could already demand any conceivable act from her, was her doing it ostentatiously of her own volition that much different?
Peter paused in his thrusting for a moment, just long enough to chuckle, then repositioned himself and plunged back into her tight slit, grinding into the little leopard, mindless to the tears that were beginning to slide down her face.
"Good," he grunted, balls slapping against the sodden fur under her tail, establishing a steady rhythm, "I like surprises."
Did he?
Ava felt a little vindictive chill roll through her.
She hoped he did.
But even that feeling was muted. It was tough to feel happy about anything at all when she was so utterly under his control.
The otter grunted and gasped, cock pistoning into her a half dozen more times, then he withdrew and stroked his climax onto the leopard's chest, ropes of hot otter cum splashing her black fur. One spurt hit her full on the lips and Ava recoiled, licking it away almost before she even consciously realized what she was doing.
Peter grinned, Ava shrinking down, a cold flash of shame curdling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't like she hadn't tasted the otter's cum before, but the fact that she'd even appeared halfway eager was...
Ugh.
Peter left the room and a few moments later Ava heard the engine of his car start up, gravel crunching as he pulled slowly away and proceeded down the narrow track that led to the highway.
Five miles, he'd said.
How long would it take her to hike five miles? Anything to get her mind off of what had just happened. Off of the evidence of her assault currently drying on her chest and stomach.
Ava thought she'd heard somewhere that most people walked about three miles per hour. So...
Well, how far away was town? How long would it take for Peter to get there and back? Was the highway even that well trafficked?
Her escape and hike to the highway was purely hypothetical, but even then Ava found herself worrying over a troubling number of variables. What good would it do her if she somehow wriggled free from the handcuffs (not that she would be able to do that) and hurried down the track, only for the first car she encountered to be Peter's, with the otter on his way back from the store, party supplies in paw.
The thought made her shiver.
Still, if she were double jointed or knew how to escape handcuffs, like an old school escape artist, she would have tried to get out. But for now, the leopard simply lay back and tried to ignore the tingle of soreness emanating from between her legs, and especially the spatters of cooling seed on her front.
After some time spent watching the gradual change in quality of the light coming in through Peter's bedroom window, Ava heard Peter's engine once again and checked the bedside clock.
He'd been gone a little under three hours.
She wasn't sure exactly what that meant, or how long the otter had spent shopping, but it probably indicated that his cabin was a long way from anywhere. Probably not good news for her prospects of flagging down help once she escaped.
Ava forced herself to think in that kind of language, to assume that escape was an inevitability. If she didn't, if she offered even some sort of consolation to the despair that lurked within her, she knew that she would never get out of this place.
Peter, to Ava's surprise, unlocked her almost immediately. He was excited about something, a grin on the otter's face as he tugged her upright, eyes roving fondly over the array of white spatters that marked the leopard's front.
"You know," Peter said, "birthdays being on a specific day is so arbitrary. How about we just have it tonight."
Ava blinked.
Tonight?
That would eliminate two entire hydrocodone pill fragments from the equation. The dosage she was giving to Peter would be cut substantially. The thought curdled her stomach, but she knew she couldn't say no...so she didn't say anything at all.
Fortunately, Peter didn't seem to notice her silence as he moved her into the kitchen, where she saw a small collection of bags, and a single paper wrapped box. The bags were full of groceries, a few boxes of cake mix and the like, while the box was worryingly vague.
"That's your present," Peter explained, tapping a finger atop the box, "...I hope you got something good for me too."
Ava managed a shaky nod, unsure of what else she could do.
Shit.
This was bad.
"It's already four," Peter said with a faint hint of amazement, "you need a bath."
"Maybe...I mean, we'd have more time to set up the party if we waited until-"
Peter shot Ava a look, the little leopard deciding not to press her luck. He seemed focused on the prospect of early gratification. Clearly whatever he'd gotten in town had really excited him.
He herded her to the bathroom, paws stroking along her sides, one dipping down to squeeze her tight, round rear. He was hard again, Ava could feel the otter's bulge pressing against the small of her back as she stopped to open the bathroom door, then Peter was shedding his clothes.
Ava didn't dare turn around to watch, she just stood where she was, a tremble beginning to work through her.
"Remember when we first met?" Peter asked, paws settling on Ava's hips, tugging her back against his erection, grinding into the soft fur just above her twitching tail.
Ava just barely managed to nod, heart hammering in her chest, the shivers rolling through her only getting worse.
"You're such a good girl now," Peter said, bending the leopard over the edge of the tub, cold metal pressing against Ava's stomach, her rear worryingly exposed, tail ducking between her legs, "...but I didn't mind it when you misbehaved."
He pushed into her, Ava failing to stifle a little whimper as she was penetrated again, the otter hilting inside of her, shuffling closer on his knees and humping into her with short, rapid thrusts.
Ava squeezed her eyes shut and stayed silent, waiting for Peter to be done with her. What he was doing didn't quite hurt physically, but the shame was ever present, the knowledge that Peter was getting such complete pleasure from what he was doing to her.
But this would be the last night, she told herself, resolve shivery but just barely holding firm. She'd get around this latest set of problems and get out of here.
Peter gripped Ava's hips, groaning as his cock spasmed inside of her silken, vice tight confines, then came with a convulsive jerk of his hips, thick jets of warm cum filling her tiny womb.
Ava pressed one side of her face against the cold metal at the bottom of the tub, eyes still shut, thoughts trying desperately to be elsewhere. Above her, Peter squeezed her rear, spreading her cheeks to admire how her little pussy was stretched around his cock, one finger tracing the vulnerable pucker of her tail-hole with barely contained eagerness before withdrawing.
A moment later she felt a warm heat press against her smallest, tightest hole and squirmed in place as Peter's saliva lubricated finger pressed in, up to the first knuckle. She clamped reflexively down on the invading digit, suddenly aware of how that motion made Peter's cock spasm inside of her, the otter himself grinding against her rear, pushing more of his finger into her tail-hole.
"You're still so tight." The otter breathed, sliding in right up to his knuckle.
For a moment Ava thought that he was about to switch to her tail-hole and simply fuck her into the floor, but the otter seemed spent for the moment. Reluctantly, he withdrew his finger and let his cum smeared cock slide free from her alabaster leaking pussy. Ava let out a near silent sigh of relief, then slumped into the bathtub as Peter turned on the water.
It was frigid at first, but she hardly minded.
"I'm gonna start on the cake," Peter said as he presented his cock to her, Ava opening her mouth almost without thinking about it, allowing the otter to slide it in for cleaning, "I got red velvet and German chocolate...do you have a preference?"
The utter casualness made her head spin. Ava let the otter's cock fall from her mouth, a bead of cum hanging from one of her whiskers.
"No." She said quietly.
"Come out when you're cleaned up," Peter said, doing up his pants, looking oh so satisfied, "...I like company when I'm working."
And then he was gone, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
Ava put both paws over her face and simply shivered for a long moment, silent tears boiling from the corners of her eyes. Then she rinsed her mouth as thoroughly as she could with her fingers, until her gums were sore and she couldn't taste even a trace of the otter's cum.
She took her time in the bath, letting the water nearly scald her before, reluctantly, she eased back on the temperature and lathered her fur, lifting the streaks of otter cum from her chest and in between her legs.
Then she took a deep breath.
Okay.
She probably had enough hydrocodone to make Peter feel very drowsy. It would have to be enough.
On top of that, she still needed to grind it into powder. She'd been counting on having the coming night to do that, but now she'd need to act quicker and come up with some excuse to be in the bedroom alone for a little bit.
But she'd still do this. Nothing had changed. She was still going to escape.
No matter what.