Critical Fail
#3 of Fetishist's Library
Cianan and his team are sent on a mission and something goes terribly wrong. Cianan manages to get the others out gets captured. Things fall apart from there and his life will never be the same.
Critical Fail
By: Mune Cinteroph
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
Cianan's eyes cracked open to slits, amber assaulted by light made painful for its luminosity, stabbing like knives into his brain. He winced, stifling a groan at the wicked grating of anguish that exploded through his skull.
Drip...
Mentally preparing this time, he cracked his eyes open again slowly. The light still threatened to overwhelm him and send him back into oblivion, but he managed. His eyes focussed first on the source of the infernal dripping. We watched drop after drop of solution dripping through a tube that fed through an intravenous and into the top of his hand. His eyes stopped before they made it that far, stopping instead to study a thick restraint that bound the wrist to the bed. He reacted by trying to raise his other arm to find it was made immobile by what he could only assume was a second restraint.
Drip...
His right ear flicked softly. The sound came distantly to him as if through the distance of a long tunnel to echo long before reaching him. Every thought came sluggishly to him, taking him far longer than it should have for him to realize that he was under the influence of what he could only guess was a sedative. He wondered at what kind of a dose they were pumping into him. It had to be high to create such a fog in his brain and his limbs' sluggishness.
The room receded, his vision blurring again at the edges, and he was forced to cling desperately to consciousness. One long blink later, he saw the bag another quarter down. Did he pass out again? The wolf swallowed a lump in his throat, finding his maw dry. His tongue felt swollen and unwieldy against his pallet. He tried to lift his arm, forgetting the binding that kept him from doing so. It was as if he was learning of its presence all over again. Curious, he tried to move his feet and found they, too, were firmly strapped in place.
Drip...
He blinked his blurry vision languidly. His eyes reopened to stare blurrily at the beg another quarter spent. How quickly was it dripping down that tube into him? He could not have passed out again, he told himself in his slowly processing brain. His ears tried to capture any sound beyond that of the slow drip. There had to be someone nearby, someone watching him. Where am I? He finally thought. Why hadn't he supposed to ask himself the question before? He tried to twist his right wrist, checking how tight the restrained were. He found he could not do so easily and risked tearing out fur and chaffing flesh if he forced it.
The wolf breathed deeply, calming himself. He slowly began to flex muscles that protested the activity. He gritted his teeth; his lips pulled back in a silent snarl. His heart rate stayed slow, lazy. Within seconds he went limp against the bed again.
What the fuck is going on? Panic began to set in. Where is my demonic strength? The drug cannot possibly be suppressing me so completely?
He began to struggle, tugging at the bonds violently. The more he struggled, the more a sickening put in his stomach opened. Nausea raised bile in his already parched and burning throat. His heart should have been racing, but it continued its slow monotonous rhythm. The room spun, his vision growing fuzzier.
Control yourself, Cianan; you have got to calm down. Breath.
With a great deal of effort, he managed to stop struggling. He wondered just how badly the drug was messing with him to have caused him to panic. He could stare a demon five times his size in the face, to gaze upon Death itself and not flinch.
Drip...
His left ear flicked.
No. No, no, no! He looked wide-eyed upon a new bag attached to the intravenous.
"Hello, Cianan," a soft voice echoed down that tunnel to him, the hint of a hiss chasing the sound.
Cianan's eyes flicked to the source of the voice. It took a moment or two for his eyes to focus, but they beheld the tall form of a cobra when they did. The man was not just any cobra either. He studied the albino through his compromised vision. If it were anywhere else, he might have thought how beautiful. As things stood, no such thought came to mind. He could only think, who the fuck are you? He grabbed at that thought, and his mouth worked, his tongue stumbling over the formation of the sounds he was grasping at.
"Let usss ssssee here. Alpha.Hah. Fenrir wolf... that makes you a demon of courssssse," the cobra moved around the table.
Cianan licked his lips and finally managed, "Who the fuck are you?"
The cobra hissed softly, his gaze meeting the wolf's amber orbs. The look was impassive. He had no reason to be attached to the wolf by any means. He was just a subject put in his charge by the powers that be. He held the gaze until the wolf flinched and averted his eyes. Without answering the question, he began tapping at the datapad. He nodded some to himself, muttering unintelligibly now and then as he reviewed the information it displayed for him.
"It would appear you've made yourself some enemies," the snake commented, glancing up to stare with his intense gaze at the wolf.
Perhaps then, Cianan realized for the first time that he lay upon the table, uncovered and nude. His fat sheath and heavy testicles lay visible to those eyes, as much as the rest of him did. The snake, for his part, did not seem the least bit interested.
"Sssssubject C-1022, I must inform you that you will not be leaving our facilitiesssss."
Facilities? Cianan swallowed. Where the fuck am I? What is this?!
"Unhappy or not asssss you may be, I could care less. My job is to process you," the snake delivered with the warmth of a snowman.
"What's..." Cianan was forced to swallow and work up some moisture to make his tongue work properly. "What is that supposed to mean, process?"
"For actionssss injuring the parties I repressssent, you've been deemed a severe danger to the well-being of the company." The snake moved across the room, continuing to speak dispassionately. "You will be processed and incarcerated here, in our facility."
"A correctional facility..." the wolf found it getting more comfortable to speak. He was still parched, but his tongue was working if not a little sluggishly.
"There isssss nothing correctional about it. You will be imprisoned, quite permanently."
The snake's words rang in his ears.
Cianan tapped a claw on the table. Marcus grinned across to him, eyes alight with excitement. The wolf had to envy the red panda his enthusiasm for the mission. He reminded himself that the red panda did not have a duty to see the job from every possible angle. He was not responsible for the lives of others. He frowned deeply, his brow creasing as he eyed his best friend with some degree of reproach. It was not the first time they were presented with a mission that was high risk. No task they were ever given was ever without its risks. His claws tapped the polished wood tabletop slowly. His beer sat untouched in front of him.
"Oh, stop frowning, Cianan," Marcus huffed. "We go this."
"Can you not show even the smallest degree of caution?"
"For fucks sake, okay, grandma! Let me just worry myself into an early grave!" Marcus spat venomously. "We've been at this for years. It is our gods' damned job!"
The sharp scent of skunk brushed Cianan's sensitive nose a moment before Aidan sat himself down. A bandage covered the cyber implants in his left temple. The rest were hidden well enough by clothing as to be unnoticeable at a glance. He placed his beer down, finger pads brushing away some of the condensations off the sides. He eyed the two for a moment, the feeling of walking in on something best avoided. He made as if to get back up, but Cianan's paw landing on his shoulder kept him in his seat. It was with a sigh that the spotted skunk finally just gave in and remained where he was.
"You are not responsible for the lives of your cellmates, Feng," Cianan resorted to his friend's birth name. It was a clear sign of how angry he was becoming with the red panda. "You do this every fucking time. This is one of those times that one of us can fucking die, don't you get it?"
Marcus downed the remaining half of his beer before slamming the bottled down and snarling. He got up and stomped towards the bar leaving the other two alone. They exchanged a look, and Aidan could only offer a shrug to the unasked question. Nathanael took a seat across from them, drawing their attention.
"Do I want to know what that was about?" he asked.
"The usual," Aidan offered with a shrug.
"Cianan, you both need to chill, seriously. I know he can be a child and an absolute asshole... well... most of the time... but..."
"No. I am sick of it." Cianan barked; he could not believe anyone could think to defend the red panda. He snarled, looking intently at his bottle of beer. He was so intent on his drink that he did not notice the return of his friend nor the fresh beer he placed down in front of him.
Midnight found red panda and wolf at their usual Monday-night haunt. The gym was always quiet so late. Cianan mopped sweat from his brow then positioned himself. Marcus, without being asked, got into a position to spot for his friend. The wolf lifted, counting as he worked his muscles. The weights were stacked heavier than most of the gym-goers would dare go. He usually took it easier so Marcus would not struggle so much if something went wrong. He thought he was the only one in danger here, so he could lift as much weight as he wanted. Fuck the red panda.
Unhelpful thoughts, he grumbled to himself.
"Everyone has their assignments; I'll stay on task when the time comes."
Cianan's ear twitched, the only sign he heard his friend. The wolf continued his reps. His muscles bulged with the effort, fur wet with sweat. He fought to keep his tongue from lolling out as he panted to stay cool. The weights were growing lighter, the only indication of his anger rising and causing his demon blood to boil in his veins. With Marcus' help, he slid the pole back into position. He sat up, mopping the sweat from his brow and turning his amber gaze on the red panda.
"I just wish you'd take these things more seriously, Marcus."
"I do, Cianan. You know me though, I'm an ass."
"Damn it, Marcus. If something happened to you, I'd have to kick your ass, and I have enough problems already." The wolf sighed and shook his head.
Unlike most nights at the gym, he did not leave when Marcus did. Instead, the wolf worked out for a couple more hours. It was four o'clock before he made his way home and collapsed into bed. Tomorrow night would find them breaking into a high-security facility. He had to hold onto his faith in his team. They survived too many to slip up on a simple infiltration mission.
Checking texts, he sighed at the last message he received from Mune thirty minutes before.
'This one doesn't feel right,' the kitsune had texted.
Cianan did not respond. He agreed, but no one had to know. They just had to do the job.
The day crept past. The wolf disassembled his handgun and cleaned it thoroughly before reassembling the weapon. He oiled his knives and slid them into their sheaths. He checked in on Aidan, the skunk confirming he was in a safe location and already working on getting into the facility's computer network. The others wait for Cianan at their meeting place. With a sigh, he pulled on his jacket and made his way to the others.
Padding up to the others, he slid his cellphone back into a thigh holster. If he had to go all demon unleashed in there, his clothes would end up in tatters, and the special-made holsters would be the only things to survive... why risk the need to purchase a new phone? "That was Aidan; he is in. He has hit some resistance in the cyberscape. Pretty standard passages until we get into the research facility, which is our target. So far as he can tell, locks can only be disengaged one at a time. When one unlocks, the rest lock again. What is more, is they are also on a timer, so only stay unlocked for so long."
Cianan turned his gaze on the kitsune, "You are on support; you know the drill. Keep those tails hidden until it is necessary to call up some big magic."
His gaze shifted to Nathanael, "You are to stay on Mune; make sure he is guarded."
"Guard the healer. Gotcha."
"I don't need a guard..." Mune began but was cut off by a firm glare.
"I do not want to explain to your Master why you have new holes in you." Cianan shifted his gaze to the red panda, "You are with me on point. Aidan will be watching through their cameras; we need to move quickly, collect the data, then get the fuck out. Got that? If their rogue demon comes upon us..."
Marcus nodded, "Take it out."
"Right, let's go."
Everything went as it should until it didn't. It began with Aidan running into unexpected resistance in the cyberscape. The team hunkered down as long as they dared in data storage, their goal. The second sign things were turning upside down was the ominous disengaging of a lock that was not scheduled to be triggered right then. They had not gotten the target files yet; there was no reason to disengage any locks right that moment. Thirdly was the smoke grenade lobbed into the room. The gig was up, and before the door could close and relock, Cianan had leapt the distance and ripped the door from its frame in a violent screech of metal. The smoke grenade hissed, but the three behind the wolf were quickly out into clear air and greeted the next second by the shrill of the alarms sounding.
"Shit!" Cianan exclaimed.
The sound of paws and boots echoed from the hall on their left. He directed his team to the right. He hoped the skunk had his eyes on the cameras again and knew which doors they'd need to make their retreat.
Through twists and turns, they navigated until they crashed through a door into a stairwell. Cianan's nostrils flared. At the same moment, he and Mune both moved, the canines' sensitive noses catching the scent before the demon was upon them. Mune tugged Nathan by the hand out of the way while Marcus was shoved aside by the wolf. Claws raked the air and near black blood splashed across linoleum and concrete.
Cianan was nearly wrenched off his feet but managed to stay upright. He twisted to dodge the second slash of massive claws. He dragged a hand through his blood and drew it into a crude sigil on the door, sealing it so security could not break through quickly. He finished in time to take the blow to the side of his skull that sent him rolling only to tumble down a flight of stairs. His ears rang. The room lurched awkwardly in a way solid ground should never do. Marcus was there to take his place, he saw.
"Get past and go down! Escape through the lower level!" the wolf barked, getting to his feet.
The shredded flesh of his torso was already knitting back together. His breaths were shallow, the pain very real, but he managed to push it down. He would have pulled his gun had it been something that the weapon would hurt. For Cianan, time slowed. He saw the steel of the door frame give, to warp. He saw the steel shredded by claws as big as daggers. He moved, fueled by his predatory instinct. He was on the first demon before it could think of raising its guard.
The sound of bone cracking and flesh shredding turned the scene nightmarish. Cianan's jaws elongated. His muscles crawled like wormed under his pelt, swelling and thickening. His mass increased, demon blood boiling and surging. Curved turned bulky, thick, powerful. He was on the demon, dragging it down, matching it in size at just over nine feet in height. The vaguely feline monster caught under his weight struggled. Its partner ripped its way through the door. Cianan turned glowing, demonic eyes on the new target only to be swatted hard by the first, slamming into his friends' concrete wall. He gritted his teeth in pain, but it was nothing he could not deal with.
Two?! But... there is no demonic aura! What are they?!
He felt the magic crackling on the air and knew the kitsune had stepped into the action. He felt the barrier more than saw it as a shivering edge of energy upon the air. There was no doubt of its presence when the second monster slammed into it, clawing and slashing at the invisible wall. Cianan's ears perked at the sound of a deep and ominous growl from the wrong direction. Then came the scraping, clawed footsteps of another of the creatures coming down the stairs towards them.
"What the fuck is this! Three?!" Marcus tried to position himself to defend, but the cramped space would not help them.
"You three, out now! Our position is not tenable!"
"These are not demons," Mune looked confused, his eyes darting from one to the other.
Nathanael held his sword at the read. He grabbed the kitsune by the wrist and dragged him along to bolt down the stairs. He was not about to disregard their leader's order. Marcus hesitated, inching towards the downward staircase.
"What are you..."
"Go! I have their attention; I am going to go up!"
Cianan lunged past the one on the stairs leading upwards. He threw a knife simultaneously, catching the first, the feline-looking one, in the chest with the thrown weapon. It yowled, then gave chase. The other two followed. Up the stairs, Cianan bolted, the creatures stumbling behind him, never less than five steps behind. He could smell their fetid breath in the air. He could hear the vicious scraping of their claws upon concrete. He did not look back. He could identify all three with his ears; he knew they were close. He took the next flight of stairs at a dead run, and upwards he wound.
He burst through the exit ten floors up. He rolled to his feet. The three monsters burst out behind him, roaring their rage. He felt the familiar buzz of his cellphone in his pocket, and his earpiece beeped.
"They're out! Get the hell out of there! Their Specials Team is moving in!" Aidan warned desperately.
Kicking away the last remnants of his clothing, the colossal wolf turned on his assailants. He felt them plow into him, the ground rushing up to meet him. He slammed into the ground, rolled and was again on his feet, his second knife in hand. He slashed his palm, blood arcing, then flaring into crimson fire. He sent the fireball hurtling towards one of the beasts, setting it ablaze. He only had time for one blood spell before the other two were on him. He was tackle, again slammed into the ground.
They rolled and clawed--three bodies were struggling for the upper hand. Cianan yelped, feeling claws and fangs gouging at him. Fur and flesh gave away to bloody furrows that stained the grey concrete with the deepest dark crimson of demonic blood. He fought on; he managed to roll with one and get his arm around him in a firm hold of his head. Without hesitation, he twisted, and he heard the disturbing crack of the creature's neck. He released the limp body to roll. The remaining beast's knee crashed down where his skull had been, shattering concrete in a violently crack.
The fury boiled through his blood, raged like a forest fire to consume his logic and give way to instinct, to the hunt. He panted heavily, remaining low to the ground. Blood ran in thick streaks through his fur to drop to the ground. Wounds decorated his form, nasty lacerations and tears that were knitting bit by bit. He circled slowly, snarling, lips curled back to show his massive fangs. His ears lay back against his skull; eyes narrowed wickedly on his opponent. The scent of his blood and theirs made fur bristle, made his bloodlust grow. The approach of the soldiers was distant, lost to him in those seconds.
The wolf snarled, they rushed towards each other. The monster's claws rent the air in a wicked arc. Cianan stepped sideways and plowed his shoulder into his enemy's torso. The creature stumbled back one foot, two, three before regaining its balance and grabbing hold of the wolf. He spun Cianan around and had him in a chokehold, snarling into the wolf's ear. He leaned in close, his jaws opening wide, drool dripping down thickly onto his ears. He lunged, teeth locking into Cianan's shoulder. Blood welled up, ran in thick rivulets to mix with the rest. Every pump of the wolf's heart thudded in his ears. He grits his teeth, feeling his lungs burning for oxygen. His heart raced, thudding harder... and harder... It filled his hearing, filling his reality. He grunted, feeling lifted, feeling the increased pressure upon his windpipe. He snarled and kicked back, making his opponent stumble. He shifted his weight, bending his knees, he managed to throw the monster. He leapt upon the beast before he could get back up. His fangs locked into the other's throat, and in a sickening ripping of flesh, blood arced through the air. The demon snarled, lifting his muzzle to the sky and howling, awash in blood. His howl rose to the sky, shoot the very building upon which he stood... then a yelp cut through the night.
Not one, nor even two, three or four... He looked down at the nine darts protruding from his chest... Another four stuck out from his back, their drugs already coursing through his system. His thudding heart did the work, pumping those chemicals throughout his form. His limbs felt heavy; his heart slowed with every pump.
"He's still not down!" he heard distantly through a fog that began to fall around his thoughts.
"Ready another round! We have the okay to fire until he is out! They want the Fenrir alive!" came another voice.
Thud...
Thud...
Thud...
Cianan snarled, bristling, fighting it, fighting the drugs down, beating the chemicals back. His metabolism being driven harder and harder. Wounds closed before the eyes of the enemy soldiers. The feeling began to seep back into his limbs.
Thud...
Thunk! Thunk, thunk.
Cianan stumbled forward. Another dart and another struck him. The world swam before his eyes. The ground came up to greet him, to kiss his muzzle. He lay unmoving, soldiers moving in for the capture.
"Target neutralized. The Fenrir is down. The hybrids are dead... yes... yes... Extracting immediately."
Then all was darkness, and oblivion swallowed him whole.
The bed rolled along noisily. Cianan barely registered the movement. The albino walked at the bed's side, never once looking up from his datapad while what appeared to be nurses wheeled him through the facility. It was not long before they entered an operating room. Cianan was lifted bodily from his bed and lowered onto an operating table. The intravenous was his constant companion. Assistants moved around the room, getting equipment prepared for what was to come. The albino guided the organized chaos.
"So... this is the C-1022... the Fenrir demon."
"You are jusssst in time for hisssss processing, sssssir," the snaked hissed. "We'll begin with his arms, both ssssssides."
With the whine of machinery, multiple arms lowered into position. Cianan found his arms grasped at the shoulder, holding firmly. A vice-like grip kept him from moving. The machine's main components moved into place, a thick ring that moved up along his arms until they reached the midway of his upper arm. Another clamp moved into position to hold him still at the elbow. The thin, surgically sharp drills whirred to life. Even through the haze of the drugs, he knew he would not enjoy the next few minutes. The drills pressed into the flesh, and the pain exploded like napalm through his limbs. A scream of pure agony exploded from him.
"Someone shut it up," the albino ordered.
One of the technicians hurried over, and before Cianan knew it, a ball gag was stuffed in his maw and strapped behind his head. His screams became muffled--his back arching in such pain. His mind was in turmoil, swamped in sensations that threatened to send him back to oblivion, back to darkness. Perhaps it would have been better if he did pass out. He clung onto consciousness, however. The drills continued their work, drilling deeper through flesh and muscle, and as they hit bone, the pain was so intense that Cianan saw spots in his vision. They did not stop; no matter how much pain he was in, they continued their work, getting deeper and deeper into him until all four heads met and stopped together. They withdrew slowly, drawing a groan of main from their victim.
The vice clamp at his elbows let go, the drill rings moved back off the limb, and his wrists were strapped back down. The vice grips on his shoulders let go before the precision machines could be moved to his legs. Two assistants hurried over with titanium rods. Blood was cleaned away from the wounds; then the bars pressed in with practiced ease. One bar had a hole to allow the second bar to pass through it at its center. Assembled, the bars were crossed with the bone at its core.
"This is going to hurt like a bitch... wolf..." warned one of the assistants.
Both pressed a tool into their flesh, pushing it deep, drawing whimpers from the demon. There was the scent of burning, smoke wisping from the wound before the assistants back off, the rods fused so they would not come apart.
The arms moved down, and soon the rings were sliding up either leg until they were lined up with his upper thighs. He let the coldness of them touching his sac. The drilling began all over again, through flesh and bone both, the cut a path through. Blood ran thick, dripping off the table. He screamed weakly into his ball gag. The pain made his entire body tremble violently, the agony so intense he could not remember ever feeling anything like it. Rods were inserted, fused.
"We'll allow him eight hours to heal around the rods. He will not need a regenerative stimulant; he is a demon, not mundane."
The assistants cleared out. The albino turned his gaze to his superior. "Sir?"
"You may leave if you chose... I have business with this one."
The snaked sat himself down by the exit, watching as the red fox approached their subject. He curled slowly, eyeing the groaning wolf critically. The intravenous had been reinserted, keeping the wolf on the edge of consciousness.
"You have cost me a lot of money, wolf." His voice was a low growl, "Killing three of my guard beasts... Destruction to property on more than one occasion, no less. Oh yes, I've got you on camera. Your little hacker was unaware of my remote cameras. In my line of work, you have a backup."
The fox stopped at the wolf's side. He rested a paw on the wolf's powerful abs, stroking over them slowly. He caressed the packed muscles. His paw moved down, brushing the fur of the wolf's fat sheath, then gripped the heavy orbs and squeezed. There was no gentleness to the action. He intended to hurt the wolf... the wolf groaned and shuddered violently in agony. Cianan's eyes rolled back, his back tried to arch, but any movement in his limbs was too much pain.
"As far as the rest of the world will be concerned, you are dead. You will, in truth, be here for the rest of your life... which I believe, as a Fenrir demon... is a very long time." Each world is accented by a squeeze, a tug, a twist of the wolf's nuts.
Cianan shuddered and screamed out in such pain, body trembling uncontrollably.
The fox released the wolf finally and turned towards the albino snake. "I want his vocal cords cut first thing in the morning. He is not a prisoner we are charged with incarcerating, so doing it last leaves no purpose; he does not get a final statement."
"Mr. Tribell?"
"You heard me. I want this fucker mute first thing in the morning."
"Yes, sir, scheduling for the first thing."
Cianan could hear them, but understanding them was another thing altogether. He cut bits and pieces, but the pain kept swallowing the words. He groaned weakly, and finally, sweet, sweet unconsciousness came and with it all the pain. Consciousness came and went throughout the night. He kept seeing the battle over and over again. The three horrors. The scent of blood. The feeling of victory. Then nothingness. The darkness that swallowed him up whole and spat him out here, in this hell.
How much more of this can I take...
"That should do it."
A voice. It was so close. Was it standing over him? He groaned weakly. He realized he was not coming out of the stupor so easily. Did they up the dosage for some reason? Any reason could only be nefarious where these people we concerned. He swallowed, realizing his mouth was free of the ball gag.
"He should be coming around."
The fox grinned, walking over, looking down at the wolf as its eyes cracked open slowly. "How do you feel?"
The almost sweet tone of the fox's voice confused him. He opened his mouth to speak, moved his lips and tongue, but nothing came from his muzzle but the air in his lungs. Confusion filled his eyes. He tried to speak again but still nothing. Eyes widening in horror, swallowed and tried yet again to speak, to say anything at all.
"Good..." the fox sneered. "Proceed with the next procedure; his flesh has knit well enough around the rods. Oh, don't you worry, wolf, we made sure to cap the chords too so they will not regenerate."
The snake motioned, and the assistant wheeled in a cart. Resting on the cart were what appeared to be caps of sorts, perhaps two inches deep. Two of them had a large diameter than the two smaller ones. There were several other items on the cart.
"So, wolf, these devices are some rather unique creations of ours." The snaked picks one up, showing it off. Then, while the wolf watched, he reaches his hand in, and the appendage seemed to vanish. Pulling the hand back out, it reappeared. "We use these to amputate without the bloody mess."
Cianan's look of horror told the men everything they needed to know. He tugged at his bindings, agony stabbing from where the rods were installed. The fox walked around the table and grabbed the wolf's head, none too gently. The wolf had no choice; his head was bent back, his nose finding its place in the fox' crotch. The pungent fox scent filled his nostrils--the fox ground himself against the strong muzzle. Cianan had no choice but to fill his nostrils with fox scent on every breath he took. He was held there, much to his dismay.
The first device was picked up, and Cianan's left leg was unbound. Before he could think to kick, the device was slid up over his paw. Cianan was struck by a strange numbing sensation, losing sensation in his toes. He knew they were still there, but as the cap moved upwards, the sense of absence grew. Up it was drawn, swallowing more and more of his limb. He could not even watch, forced instead to breathe that musk, to have his muzzle ground against firmly, head controlled by surprisingly strong paws. Up it went, meeting his thigh. The device seemed perfectly sized to him, his thick and muscular thigh vanishing into it until it came to meet with the rods. All four headers slid perfectly into four slots. The albino gave a slight twist, and it clicked into place, latches snapping shut. A sizzle and pop sounded as the latches welded themselves closed. They were not coming back off. Their design ensured that fact.
The fox chuckled, "One limb down, three to go, wolf."
The albino grinned, his dispassionate disposition finally breaking as he seemed to take some form of enjoyment from this particular part of the procedure. He picked up what appeared to be a reinforced D-ring, inserting the ends into the cap and twisted. With a click, it slotted into place then a sizzle indicated its welds took hold. The next cap was picked up and began its voyage up Cianan's remaining leg. The snake inched it upwards, the fox watching with growing arousal, grinding his growing bulge against the wolf's face mercilessly. The scent grew stronger, assaulting Cianan's nose.
With a click, the second cap was in place. The hiss of the welds came to their ears, and the device was firmly locked in place. The D-ring was added next, and the wolf was left legless. The feeling of absence, of their missing, was intense. He could not wiggle the toes or flex the muscles of his calves. They just were not there. Whether it was some sort of pocket dimension or energy conversion, Cianan could not tell; he just knew that his legs were made useless. He felt his arm unbound next and grabbed so the snake could begin sliding the next--device into place. The cold numbness began to engulf the limb, to claim it up as they had his legs.
Please no. Please don't do this to me! Please stop! No! He could only beg mentally, no voice to give verbal form to his words.
The device slid up further and further, the snake guiding it along until the rods slid into their slots. A quick twist and a hiss from the auto welds and the arm was gone for good. The wolf tried to move his head, but he was held firmly.
"You can look when it is done, C-1022."
They did not even bother with his name. The IV was removed from the remaining arm and his arm fed into the final device. Cianan tried to squirm, to writhe. Terror evident in the rasped sound that escaped him and his wide eyes. Inch after slow inch, the device slid, the limb vanished, disappearing from existence, it seemed, swallowed up into the confines of the strange technology. Slotted in and twisted, it clicked and welded with a sound of finality. The fox finally released the wolf's head, and Cianan looked down at himself in despair. The caps were nearly at his hips down below, most of his thighs gone, his ample sac touching the cold metal. His arms were almost gone to his pits. They were useless stubs. Their mass even seemed absent, as if they genuinely were gone.
While he stared slack-jawed at his limbs or lack of, the diminutive fox laughed. "Bring him back to his room. Enjoy your last night as anything remotely considered a person."
A large lion approached, and without hesitation of any sort, he hefted the wolf up and over a shoulder. Cianan grunted, disoriented for a moment. He felt the blood rise in his ears and cheeks, the humiliation intense for the alpha. The hall passed by in a blur, the wolf lost in the desperate thoughts that jockeyed for attention in his drug-addled brain. There was no more intravenous at least, he thought, though he wondered what he could hope to accomplish in his current state. The sound of rattling chains made his ears perk. A white wolf stepped into sight wielding the metal links of a thick chain. He heard the sound of the carabiner opened and closing as it hooked through the D-ring of his right arm. He listened to the click of the second carabiner as it latched onto the ring of his left arm. Even suspecting what was coming could not prepare him for the feeling of suddenly losing the support of the lion's shoulder. All of his weight came down on the anchors set into his bones.
Stars exploded behind his eyes. He'd nearly expected more pain. Distantly he heard the final clicks of two more carabiners, and his legs were chain in place. He hung loosely, regaining his senses.
"Let's get on with it, Trev."
The lion grunted an affirmative then tapped a command into a datapad connected to the room's electronics. The chains began tightening, pulled into the floor and ceiling slot while shifting positions to spread him eagle.
Cianan winced, feeling the strain put on his shoulders. His tail drooped limply over his rear, devoid of life. There would have at least been some pride had they killed him in the course of his mission, but... He tried to curl his tail up over his junk and managed to do so only after some effort. The pervading weakness bothered him.
The white wolf approached, holding a collar. "You must have pissed the boss off good to get yourself the full treatment."
Cianan tried to meet the other male's gaze. The white wolf grabbed his muzzle firmly and glared into his eyes. His surprise was evident in the cant of his ears and the nearly inaudible whine that escaped his throat.
"Go on, Fenrir demon, use that dominating gaze you boys have. You're an alpha, aren't you?" the wolf mocked. He released Cianan's face and cuffed him hard. "You pathetic bitch... some alpha you are."
Cianan felt his tail yanked up roughly by the lion at his back. He yelped soundlessly, exposing his throat. The white wolf pressed the collar around his neck and closed it into a perfect titanium ring of metal. He heard the click as the thick ring locked shut. The electronic lock crack signalled the collar's permanence around his neck what Cianan did not see the small LED screen on the collar, lighting up with his subject number C-1022. It resized itself to fit snug to his throat. The lion worked a nozzle up into him, the wolf's eyes tearing up. The intrusion was only compounding his humiliation at the hands of these bastards.
Warm fluid began to fill him. He felt it at first as a trickle that wormed its way through his rectum. Then the pressure built and built. He felt the flush in his ears and cheeks, the surge of renewed shame that burned fiercely where his pride had previously resided. If that were not enough, he felt his sheath fattening, his cock beginning to slip free into the cool air of the room. It did not pass unnoticed by the two males.
"Hey Trev, he's fucking loving this." The lion laughed.
The wolf smirked and grasped the growing length of masculinity, giving the throbbing anatomy a firm squeeze, then slowly rub from base to tip, urging it to harden up. "Trev, how many times do I need to remind you... do not refer to them as he."
"Fine, sorry, Kyle. It loves it," the lion corrects himself.
Cianan shuddered and groaned inwardly. The touch along his sensitive tool sending tremors up his spine. Every brush of those pads, rough and calloused as they were, was divine at that moment. His length throbbed to full hardness, drooling beads of his musky precum down along the quivering rod. Was there something in whatever was being pumped into him? He found himself wondering. Why did that hand on his length feel so good? His abdomen swelled some, the pressure turning into a terrible ache. Whatever was being pumped into his rump ceased, but the lion made no move to remove the nozzle. The ache was soon becoming a terrible discomfort; whatever drug present saturated the walls of his intestines to be distributed throughout his body with every beat of his heart.
Every touch upon his length felt like a jolt of ecstasy that tore its way through every nerve to make him spasm and shudder against his bonds. His body pulled tautly; he could not hope to arch or squirm.
Then the nozzle was withdrawn with a wet slurp and pop. The muscles of the wolf's sphincter clenched down. The lupine's bowels were protesting the sudden loss as much as his rectum had first complained of the intrusion, to begin with. The white wolf gave a firm squeeze of the shaft in his paw, distracting Cianan's conscious mind from what was happening. It worked, and the once-proud alpha wolf found himself releasing himself onto the floor. The lion was ready with a second hose and was washing the mess away as quickly as it was released, washed away into a drain like any remnants of Cianan's ravaged dignity.
"There we go, not so bad when you give in, is it?" Kyle encouraged with a wide grin.
Cianan's ears lay back against his head, tears of shame matter the fur of his cheeks. He felt the last of the enema leave him only to feel the nozzle reinserted for a second deep cleaning of his innards.
Kyle's paw worked the black wolf's member to the precipice repeatedly, only to back off and let Cianan ease back from the peak each time. Cianan's balls began to ache for release, intensified by whatever chemical he was being pumped full of. His member kept dripping and drooling, matting the fur of the other wolf's paw. Only after a third deep clean did the lion move around to have a peek at his goods.
The feline grinned, "Always a nice view, a canine's dripping and throbbing tool."
"Well, get a good look at it. Tomorrow it will be locked up for good."
"Almost seems a pity," Trev noted.
"He all cleaned out back there?" Kyle asked with a bit of a chuckle on the edges of his voice, amused.
"Yep. It hasn't consumed any food in the week it's been here," the lion chuckled, "Made things easier."
The wolf nodded, then released Cianan's cock. He took the hose from his partner. The lion adjusted the setting through his datapad, soapy water beginning to dribble from the nozzle before Kyle turned it on full and began spraying the other wolf down. Cianan tried to cry out and squirm away but, that was impossible. The cold spray of water blasted him, washing away the sweat, dirt and grime of the last week from his fur. His erection flagged, made limp by the horrible cold of the hosing down he was receiving. The water soon ran clear, and his fur was rinsed, leaving him chatting and shivering violently.
"Too bad, we cannot have some fun with him," the lion smirked.
"If you want wolf dick that bad, I'll dick you in the locker room when our shift is done."
"Fuck you."
"Other way around, cat," they chuckled and walked out, leaving Cianan alone to drip miserably.
Sleep did not come easy, and when it did, it was anything but restful. He was in and out of sleep until morning finally arrived, and with it, the sight of the cobra entering the room with the fox close behind. No technicians accompanied them. The small breeze of the door closing again brushed through his fur, and with it came an explosion of pleasure. He groaned, feeling his sheath plumping up with growing arousal.
"Looks like the cocktail has taken full effect. Ylssar mixed it special for your Fenrir physiology." The fox motioned to the snake, who beamed, obviously proud that his concoction was working so well on their subject.
So well that Cianan's lupine member was growing steadily to full mast. It dripped and drooled its arousal. He watched with uncertainty while the fox approached, swaying his thick brush of a tail behind him, almost sensually. He did not trust this fox, this Mr. Tribell. The fox produced what looked like a rather large, unadorned and straightforward jet black rubber dildo. It gleamed in the bright lighting of the room. He made sure Cianan got a good look at it.
"I want this to be slow, so we are going rectally, my new toy." The fox said through a nastily grinning muzzle.
Cianan tried to turn to follow the progress of the fox that moved around him to his rear. He felt his tail tugged up and out of the way forcefully. There was a warning to the way the fox did it too that brokered no question that he would deal with the tail another way altogether if he kept trying to lower it. The lupine shuddered, feeling the coldness of the dildo teasing against his anal ring, feeling the pressure of the fox pushing impatiently at his entrance. Cianan grits his teeth, groaning inwardly as he felt the pressure building until it began to spread him without mercy. The dildo at least seemed lubricated, slick with something that let it slide in with ease once past the gates.
"There we go..." the fox chuckled.
The albino cobra tapped on his datapad to begin capturing on video the process. He glanced up towards the wolf with a look of relish. Why was it that he seemed only interested when they were torturing the wolf, Cianan wondered in ever-increasing hate for the creature. Had he the ability to do so right then, he would have been tearing the serpent to shreds with claw and fang. The growl that escaped his throat was weak, a trickle of what it had been before this all began. He felt the dildo pressed deeper and deeper, gliding along his prostate and nearly short-circuiting his brain in combination with whatever cocktail of drugs they had fed him. He could not even think enough to try and squeeze the dildo back out. Not that it would have made any difference. It felt as though the dildo was melting in his gaped open tailhole; little did he know it was.
The strange black fluid oozed out of his aching anal ring, drooling out to ooze down his inner thighs. A coldness slithered up deeper into him, crawling through his cleaned-out bowels, seeping into his being. The sensation sent jolt after jolt of hyper-sensitive bliss through his every nerve, like electric shocks that tried their best to arch his back and make him scream, but both actions were made impossible by what the men before him had already done to him. The black goop bubbled out of him, so much surging out to crawl up his back, swallowing fur and flesh in inky blackness. Everywhere it touched tingled, and where it touched only grew. It crawled down to consume what remained of his legs, leaving the devices at the end of his stubs untouched.
Tribell crossed his arms over his chest, his grin never faltering as he observed his work. The goo consumed his thick brush of a tail, wrapped around to devour his groin in the shimmering rubber mass. The goo clenched, drawing the wolf's ample sac and member into a hefty, compressed and featureless bulge. The wolf cried out silently.
"This, though not one of our creations, we've modified for our purposes."
Cianan shuddered and gasped, feeling the cold latex rubber crawling up his body. He felt it compressed around his abs and chest, feeling how they highlighted his toned musculature. Felt it clinging to his shoulder blades and working up to take his shoulders too. It slithered its way under the thick collar, climbing up his cheeks, back of his skull, to begin consuming his muzzle. The look of horror in his eyes, met by the fox's wide and nasty grin. The latex swallowed his muzzle, surging into his nostrils and down his gullet, rubberizing his teeth and tongue and poured down his esophagus. The tips of his ears vanished, and within moments, the oozing, shifting fluid solidified. He was covered in new black latex rubber, skin-tight, broken up only by crimson lines here and there to accent.
The fox moved in close, a paw coming to rest on the wolf's bulge and squeezing it--the image of a lock forming on that big pouch and an infinite symbol in that, in vibrant crimson. The pleasure bombarded Cianan's overwhelmed brain. Nothing distinct left to the wolf, nothing to identify him as who he had been before this nightmare began. Tribell moved around him, the wolf's vision slowly returning as the latex over his eyes seemed to shift and move away so he could see clearly. The fox examined the null suit, pinching here, touching there. He goes to the wolf's back and gives his ass a firm slap, the sound resonating in the room. He examined those lovely round cheeks then plunged three fingers into the wolf's hole. He was kept open by the suit, ready for anything, hole dripping a lubricant at the slightest touch at his opening.
"Excellent."
The snake grinned, eyeing their handiwork, "It is a good thing the Organization chose to feign ignorance so we could treat this one as a rogue demon."
"They are as unforgiving as we are. They just like to hide behind their veil of self-righteous bullshit." He grinned and rubbed the slick taint of the quivering wolf. "I have my prize; they can do whatever the fuck they want; they won't retrieve it."
The fox unzipped, letting his slacks slide down his legs to pool on the floor. He stepped out of them and bent down to pick them up. He folded them meticulously and lay them on a chair. He made slow work of unbuttoning his shirt and draping it carefully on the back of the same chair. The snake was nowhere near as tidy. He hurried out of his clothing and was stroking his drooling hemipenis within moments.
The fox approached again, nude, lifting the wolf's rubber tail and pressing it to the back of his shoulder blades. The latex became sticky, then soon, the tail tip was fused, and the tail unable to come back down and cover his rear. He watched his employee tap a command into the datapad, and the chains moved into a new position, the hidden rails in the ceiling guiding the movement. Cianan found his upper body lowered while two more chains were slowly being lowered. Tribelll unlatched Cianan's legs and clicked the two new chains into place, and the wolf found himself hanging parallel to the floor, staring at the ceiling. The latex slurped back over his eyes, rendering him blind. It began to thicken in his ears until all sound became blocked out. Mute, deaf, blind, the wolf was left with only the sense of touch to tell him what was happened. Most terrifying to him was his nose becoming blocked by the latex, securing his sense of smell. His canine nose was struggling to draw in some kind of scent or even air.
He nearly wished that were gone too.
Ylssar hissed softly, his cocks dripping profusely onto the wolf's latex muzzle. The wolf felt every dribble, felt every trickle as it trailed over his latex flesh. The sensation was intensified by chemical and sensory deprivation alike. The snake slid his two throbbing cock deep into that maw, feeling the slickness of the lubricant the mouth produces around his lengths. He pressed in until his tips pressed into that throat. The fox got between Cianan's legs and, cock rubbing at that gaped hole, finally pushed in good and deeper.
The wolf... the toy could feel every throb of the shafts inside of him. So sensitive was he that he could feel every pulse of their hearts, every surge of blood through those twitching members. Then the thrusting began, slow at first; they worked in and out of throat and ass. He had no choice but to accept it. To take it. Every motion of those hips plunged those shafts into his prone form. He was good for nothing else. He could serve only one purpose now. Despair would have swallowed his mind had it not been for the ecstasy caused by those dicks working in and out of him. Thrust after delicious thrust. Sensation wild enough to erode any thought of escape, resistance or fear of his future.
Tribell growled, paws stroking over that define pectorals, those shapely abdominal muscles, even if distended by the thrusting of his impressive endowment in and out of the trapped body. Oxygen was next to impossible to draw in around the member down his gullet. The snake was thrusting in time with his boss, both working at testing out the trapped form of the ex-wolf. Ex-person.
"Feel that?" the fox asked with a grin.
"Yes, Sssssir. It issss ssstarting to sssuck at me; it is getting eager."
"Its asshole is clenching back here, trying to milk the orgasm out of me," the fox laughed. "Eager fucking slut."
Their hips worked back and forth. They drew out together only to thrust back in together. Every jolt of pleasure was like a bolt of lightning through his brain, another crack of thunder in the din of the storm disturbing the inner sanctum of his conscious and subconscious minds. His psyche screamed out, the world falling away into an ocean of sensations. He could not help but suck upon the hemipenis in his mouth, to run his tongue along with them, to wetly work them down his throat as he was muzzle fucked, used as an object. The fox was just as demanding on his ass. He pistoned in and out, burying his thick length into that lubricant and pre-dripping ass. Had the wolf been unchanged, his ass would have been bruised if not bleeding.
The fox gripped the latex hips, his thrusts threatening to shatter the wolf's pelvis with their ferocity. The snake was as ruthless with his jaw, slamming in before long, no worry for the rubber teeth in the male's muzzle. The wolf ached for oxygen, lungs burning. He could taste the pre, feel it coating his latex tongue, drooling own his latex throat into his stomach. He even felt a growling in his altered stomach. He remembered it had been a week since he ate anything; the intravenous must have been feeling him nutrients in that time. Then came the torrent of seed. The snake, breathing heavily, began to shoot his musky load down the canine's throat. Spurts of cum jetting down his gullet.
A strange feeling of satisfaction, of delight, filled his mind. He felt a hunger sated with every jet of seed as if fulfilling his hunger. He did not realize then that his body was feeding on that seed, taking sustenance from it.
The fox grunted, growling, his claws dug into the wolf's hips. He thrust his partially stiffened knot into that rump. He tugged it back out, none too gently. He thrust in again, just to tug it out again with a loud and squelching pop. He worked it in again, stretching the wolf's hole further, gaping him that much more. Squelching in good and deep, that knot grew to the size of a softball before he pressed good and hard to sink it in once more. The wolf arched, the chains rattled. The knot finally popped in, and consciousness was lost to the wolf. Falling into the darkness to the feeling of being filled by thick fox cock.
Cianan awoke. Darkness greeted him and silence. The lack of scent. He had grown accustomed to all of it. He could not begin to imagine how much time passed since his new life began. He could not fathom the passage of time. He went from one moment to the next, and every day ended with him being deprived of his senses and stored until his next feeding. There were times he thought it was days, even weeks between visitations.
"Mr. Tribell, it has been a while since we've seen you in permanent prisoner storage," the guard noted as the foxed was let in.
The fox eyed the wolf where it hung, spread eagle in the center of the room. He had visited once a week for thirty years. Only recently had he neglected the visitation of his favourite toy for nearly seven months. He picked up a handheld datapad and tapped a command in, enabling the wolf's senses.
Cianan looked to the fox immediately; lubricant began to drip from his tailhole and mouth, excitement building. Eagerness. His rubber tail even began to wag. The fox placed the pad down and began to unzip. "You'll be moved after today's session. You are to be my personal property from today onwards, C-1022."
The words made pleasure surge through his mind. He wanted nothing more than to serve, to feel that cock in him, to be fed his Master's cum. It took years, but whatever had remained of the dominant alpha wolf had long been fucked out of his skull. His psyche so warped, he craved nothing more than anything to have his Master's dick, his seed, his touch. He could not fathom a world without that thick fox cock ramming down his throat, using him. He watched the shapely rump as the fox turned to drop his trousers and underwear, exposing the perfect bubble butt. His lubricant drooled from his maw more as he remembered vividly eating out that ass, tasking that sweat and musk, drinking it all in with such seditious delight.
The fox finished folding his clothing before turning his gaze upon the wolf. "They are preparing transport to bring you to my newest condo. I'll have more time for you there, my toy."
The wolf wagged again in the way of response. The fox chuckled and approached and the wolf's excitement only built. Then the soft pads of those fingers lay on his chest, and a thrill of ecstasy shot through his body. The fox stroked over the sleek latex slowly to rest his paw along with the bulge of the toy's crotch, giving it a slow rub and a firm grope. Cianan's eyes rolled back, his maw wide in a silent cry of pleasure.
Mr. Tribell grinned. How was it that he had not aged? The wolf may have wondered back when he still believed there to be some sort of hope. Now, it did not matter so much. He leaned in close and dragged his tongue across the sleek latex, tasting it, feeling the wolf shudder violently at that pleasurable and teasing touch. His tails gave a light wag, his eyes glowing faintly. The red fox practically purred. He licked down the wolf's body until he was sucking on that null bulge, tongue sliding under it to rub along that plaything's taint.
Cianan groaned weakly, the pleasure intense. His brain was drowning in sensations. Behind the fox, two attendants entered with a metal case. It was placed down and opened, showing the inside was foam moulded for the wolf specifically.
The fox stopped his ministrations to slip up behind the wolf. "One more round in your home of thirty years, then we'll bring you to your new home. I thought I should let you know... we caught unicorn and kitsune... they are being processed as we speak."
Unicorn and kitsune...? Cianan thought distantly. Who are they?
When he did not react, the fox's grin widened, and he nodded. It was better the wolf's psyche was shattered. It made him so much better to enjoy. He only wishes it took less time for the wolf to give himself over so completely. Ah well... they both had hundreds of years left to them. The fox was looking forward to it. He pressed in, his shaft opening that familiar tailhole, squelching through those slick and lubricant drooling depths. He pushed in until he was grinding against that nice rump.
"You are mine forever, C-1022... Cianan Wilder."
The wolf's eyes widened. He had not heard his name in thirty years. He clenched so good and tight, and the pleasure swallowed him whole once more.
END