Maerchentic Suffering
#4 of Maerchentic
"Maerchentic Suffering"
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters and places within are copyright (c) 2004 K.M. Hirosaki
This is the fourth installment of my 'Maerchentic' series. It could probably be read on its own, but you'll likely be better off it you read the beginnings of the series beforehand. These can be found at my journal at http://www.livejournal.com/users/kmhirosaki or at the archive on http://www.yiffstar.com.
WARNING! This story contains strong themes and non-consensual sexual acts. If this material disturbs you, then this story might not be for you.
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As he rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite, Rensselaer August Quinn's mind was focusing on the letter he had received not two days ago. It was far too puzzling. And that was exactly why he needed to come. The raccoon had come not decked out in formalwear, as he normally would, but was rather dressed in what the funny middle-class folk would call "business casual." He was suspicious, and he didn't want to risk being spotted and recognized by anyone in case this was all some elaborate prank. Prank or not, though, whoever had sent him that letter knew how to set out bait that he couldn't resist.
"I know that you are a gentlemen of refined, distinguished tastes."
That was how the letter had begun. It got a wry smile out of Quinn the moment he read it. The stationery it was written on had been scented to smell like jasmine and honey. It was penned by hand in gold ink, written in a style of calligraphy that was easy to read and yet nevertheless still beautiful. Somebody had obviously spared neither effort nor expense in getting him this letter. That had caught his eye. But that hadn't been what had convinced him to accept the invitation to come here tonight.
"You have a certain penchant for exquisite pleasures of the flesh."
The final nail had been hammered into the coffin with that line. This mysterious sender somehow knew of the raccoon's more licentious hobbies. He'd managed to keep them out of the papers by throwing enough money in the right places, but there was always someone who felt underhanded and cunning enough to try and dig where things should be left buried.
This couldn't have been blackmail, though. He had been sent a business address, which he'd been asked to come to, and everything checked out. Moreover, the name of the business in question seemed to suggest the true nature of this meeting.
Eitel Entertainment.
"There is no need to bring money," the letter said. Quinn of course had his checkbook on him. Even if this visit wasn't about a bribe, it certainly wasn't a call out just to be friendly.
Soon, though, he'd know all the answers. He was dying to know what the surprise was. The suspense was exhilarating.
The elevator arrived at the penthouse, and the doors slid open. Quinn was shocked when they opened not into the type of hallway that he was expecting, but rather into a lavish corridor with a rolled-out red carpet. He had been expected, indeed.
The walls were bedecked with lavish trappings of gold drapery and lined with mounted lanterns. There was electric lighting running along the ceiling, and so the firelight was mostly just for effect, but oh, what an effect it was! Quinn was going to need to congratulate whomever it was who had come up with this. Here he was, at the top floor of an office building downtown, feeling like he was in a palace!
At the end of the corridor was a set of hardwood doors. The raccoon wrapped a hand around one of the handles, ornately lined with silver. He slowly drew the door open, and poked his head inside to see what lay within.
The room beyond was impressive, to say the least. Large flaming torchiers were set up in all four corners, adding to the fluorescent lighting that was kept rather dim. Here, the palatial look seemed to mingle and merge with a more modern edge. The floor was carpeted wall to wall, with concentric circular 'key' patterns ringed around the center. Large shelves were filled with both books, and with what looked like primitive idols and other bizarre objets d'art. Positioned at the center of three of the walls were marble statues of vixens, dressed like courtesans of old. The far wall, though, was taken up mostly by a picture window, providing a view of the cityscape below. Centered in front of that window was an old-fashioned desk, looking like new. And behind that desk sat a linsang.
He was watching the door when Quinn opened it, looking like he had been sitting and waiting intentionally. With a wave of a hand, he motioned the raccoon on inside and stood up. After he walked out from behind the large desk, Quinn could see that he was dressed quite inappropriately, though perhaps not entirely unfitting with the room's décor.
His shirt was stark white, with large, handsome frills running down the front, exposing a narrow V of his chest. Skin-tight leather pants clung to the contours of his legs. They appeared to be black due to the somewhat dim illumination, but when they caught the fire at the right angles, Quinn could see that they were actually an intense, dark purple. Something about the way that he moved and carried himself was so close to the borderline of androgyny, and yet at the same time, he emanated a sense of definite masculinity.
"Mr. Rensselaer August Emmanuel Quinn the Fourth, I take it?" said the linsang in greeting. His voice had the polish of someone raised with etiquette and manners; Quinn could tell the difference from fakers.
"I am," the raccoon said, nodding. "And you must be..."
"Auritz Eitel," the linsang finished for him. He extended a hand.
The raccoon looked at the offered hand warily. "Yes, you said so in your letter," he replied, putting a touch of emphasis on that final word before finally shaking hands.
Ending the firm handshake with a dainty trailing of fingers, the linsang smiled broadly. "Welcome to Eitel Entertainment, Mr. Quinn. It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you." He started to walk back around behind his desk. "By all means, have a seat," he offered, motioning to the provided chair.
Quinn's mind burned with curiosity. If this place was a business office, then the manager had a strange sense of taste. But then again, this Mr. Eitel had already amply demonstrated that fact in person. This begged the question: did Quinn demand to know everything now, up front, or did he wait to hear what teasing trickles of information the linsang deemed to give him.
He opted for the teasing. Why ruin all the fun from the start?
"I suppose you're wondering why I asked you here, Mr. Quinn," Eitel said, kicking back lazily in his large leather office chair. "Understatement of the evening, I'm sure. Don't worry. We'll get there."
The raccoon smiled. Eitel was going to play the game. Excellent.
"May I be frank, Mr. Quinn?" the linsang asked. Quinn didn't get to reply before Eitel just went on anyway. "You are a man who is used to luxury. You are used to... being pampered, and being treated well. Am I right?
"Now, don't say anything," he continued, interrupting where there was no need. Quinn just smiled back. "You do and always have needed the best. Nothing but. That's what I've invited you here for, Mr. Quinn--providing you with the best."
A warm feeling of content settled over Quinn's mind. This linsang knew just how to talk up to his ego. He loved every second of it. He sat a tad more upright in his chair, remaining silent, and waiting to hear what the quixotic Mr. Auritz Eitel had to say next.
Eitel turned in his chair and leaned forward with his elbows on the desk, hands pointed out toward the raccoon. "You really enjoy acts of carnality, don't you? And I'm not just talking about the physical sensations, either. No, you could get those, all right. You enjoy the act itself for what it is."
Now, Quinn was feeling a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to know what Eitel was getting at with all of this; it was awkward to listen to, because it was true, and not something that a total stranger should now.
"Allow me to explain," the linsang said, sitting back into his chair again. "You spend a lot of money on professional escorts... on skilled companions... male and female. But never, ever, not once, have you hired the same one twice. Now, why could this be?
"I'll tell you why, Mr. Quinn," he continued. "It's just like I said before: you need the best. And you won't be content until you get it."
Quinn wanted to glare at the linsang for the sheer audacity, but he couldn't. He just looked back into Eitel's eyes with conceding frankness. He couldn't argue with the truth. "And this relates to why I'm here tonight, then?" the raccoon asked. "You run an escort service?"
Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, the linsang replied, "No. At least, not as such."
"Then why am I here?" the raccoon asked back, trying to sound demanding, but unable to bring himself to that point. He didn't want to risk upsetting Eitel; doing so might ruin what it was he had in store.
The linsang rapped his fingers at the surface of his desk. "I've told you already. I'm here to provide you with the best."
Snorting in through his nostrils, Quinn made a blatant show out of scanning the room. "With all due respect, your 'business' here seems to be lacking any staff."
It was the linsang's turn to snort. "I provide the best, Mr. Quinn," he said derisively. "What need do I have for a staff?"
The meaning behind those words finally dawned on Quinn, repulsing him and delighting him at the same time from how blasé and pompous the linsang was about it. "And what am I supposed to give you, Mr. Eitel, for this 'honor' and 'privilege' of such an experience?" he asked, mocking the linsang subtly from behind a veiled sneer.
"Give me?" the linsang asked, sounding a touch offended. "I thought I made it clear in the letter that I ask nothing of you."
Quinn didn't believe it for a moment. "Nothing? Fine. Then what's the catch?" He was dying to see what Eitel would have to say to this.
"No catch," was the response. Quinn half expected it. The disbelief must have been palpable as he exuded it. "I am yours to have for your pleasure, Mr. Quinn. And I'm so confident that you'll agree that I am, in fact, the best, that I'd stake everything in this office on it. I can put that in writing for you, if you'd like."
"What?" Quinn asked back. "You mean right here, right now? Ridiculous."
The linsang stood up from his chair and sat down on the edge of his desk. "Why not?" he asked, staring down into the raccoon's face, dead on. "What do you have to lose? At worst, you have a sexual tryst that comes free of charge and obligation, and you can walk out of here with whatever you want. Are you afraid?"
"No," Quinn responded, biting his lip. He was waffling. It was too good to be true. Things like this didn't just happen without having a catch to them. There were cameras someplace, or relatives and close friends of his hiding and waiting to jump out.
But oh, what a delicious risk it was to take on the odds that it wasn't a trick! Now that was an idea that Quinn liked. It made him shiver from head to toe, and the linsang must've seen it, because he smiled. Yes. He'd do it. He'd take the bait. It'd be worth it. And maybe--just maybe--it might just be the best.
"Hm?" the linsang hummed, grinning a superior little smirk. Somehow he could hear the gears turning in the raccoon's mind, Quinn thought, and it heightened his rush just to think it.
"Very well," Quinn said, nodding his head strongly. "I accept." If the mousetrap was going to snap closed, this was the moment for it.
Eitel just grinned. "An excellent choice, sir."
The two looked back at one another. Quinn could feel the moments pass as he watched the linsang... just stare back at him with that same smile. He just sat there, and did nothing. He looked. The raccoon wasn't even sure if he was blinking.
"Erm... well... are we?" the raccoon asked. "Or are you just going to stare me into orgasm?"
A soft chuckle seemed to echo off of the far walls as the linsang's lips peeled into more of a smile. He swished his long, stripy tail up onto the desk behind him. "Mr. Quinn," he said, leaning forward a bit, "I said that I 'provided.' I never said that I 'gave.'"
Again, arrogance--sheer arrogance that rivaled Quinn's own. If it were any other situation, the raccoon would be furious. Here, though, it was compelling, and strangely arousing. He'd never had anyone question and threaten his resolve or his desire like this before. It was fresh and new. Quinn liked the linsang's style already; this had potential after all.
"All right, then. Have it your way, Mr. Eitel."
The linsang shook his head and clucked his tongue loudly. "No," he said, staying right where he was. "Have it your way. And please," he said, touching a hand to his chest. "'Mister?' Just Auri."
Quinn smiled. "All right," he said again, resting back in his chair lazily, looking the linsang's lovely, lithe form over. He was certainly a pretty thing to look at. "Auri. Take your shirt off for me."
Auri trailed his fingers along the swirling curve of his shirt ruffle. "Take it off?" he asked, sounding hurt. "But it's so pretty!"
So this was how it was going to be! Auri dared to challenge the authority of Mr. Rensselaer August Quinn. And Mr. Rensselaer August Quinn was secretly tickled with the balls that this little linsang had to do so. "Auri," he said again, louder and harder. "Take your shirt off for me."
The linsang's tail curled forward, along his lap, and up into his arms, where Auri held it against his chest. There was defiance in his eyes. "No."
A surge of glee burst inside of Quinn's thoughts. He was so thrilled to be made so angry! Pushing off of the arms of the chair, the raccoon brought himself to his feet. With Auri sitting on the desk, Quinn was taller, and the raccoon glared down as he snatched the linsang's ruffled collar and jerked him closer. "I told you take your fucking shirt off, bitch!" he snapped, spittle getting into the linsang's face.
Quinn felt Auri's gasp against his chin. Whether it was shock, pleasure, or something else, Quinn didn't care. He cupped his hand at the bottom of the linsang's snout and stared into his eyes for a few seconds, saying nothing, and then let go.
The message must have gotten through, because Auri leaned back and started to peel his shirt up off of his body. As it went, it let Quinn see the run of patches and spots of darker fur that ran up the linsang's body, seeming to appear in slow motion as arousal began to dampen the raccoon's senses.
"That's it, you pretty little thing," Quinn said, hungrily eyeing the linsang's trim form. When the shirt came off, the raccoon's hands went on. He started down at the sides, just above Auri's hips, and then slid his fingers inward. His thumbs and index fingers framed a diamond around Auri's navel, while his other fingers felt along the ridge of the bottom of the linsang's ribcage. He slid his hands up, pressing his palms in as his fingertips drew little furrows through the soft, tawny fur. One of his hands started to work and tease at a stiffening nipple, while his other continued up, stroking the front of the linsang's throat with the sides of his fingers.
The raccoon was intent. If this was his prize, then he was a lucky man indeed. He pinched his fingertips around the tiny nub of Auri's nipple, making the linsang gasp again. His hands then slid their way to each of Auri's shoulders, and Quinn then pushed down hard, forcing the linsang onto his knees. "Suck my dick," he ordered.
Auri reached a hand up and brought it to Quinn's belt buckle, but the raccoon suddenly snatched the linsang by the wrist and tore that hand away. "Now, now," he said, waggling a finger on his other hand. "Surely ?the best' doesn't need to use his hands." Auri flashed him a look of deference, and leaned his hand forward. His jaw opened up, closed down around the clasp of his belt buckle, and with an adroitness that showed just how much of a pro he really was, the linsang managed it open.
Still using his teeth, Auri then drew the raccoon's belt loose. He then used his lips and tongue to pop the button of Quinn's pants open, and followed it up by seizing the zipper in his teeth. The linsang moaned under his breath when the silk-trapped form of the raccoon's erection sprung out of the front of his pants. Eyes fixed ever forward, Auri began to mouth that stiff cock through the boxers, sucking it so that the silken fabric got lightly soaked and clung to the warm flesh that it enveloped.
"Aw, that's my hungry little cock-slut," Quinn said, glowering down at Auri as the linsang went to work. "Can't even wait until you've got it out all the way, can you?" The raccoon uttered a gasp of his own as the linsang sucked the fabric of the boxers into his lips and pulled them free that way, tugging his muzzle down, freeing Quinn's wet erection.
Auri's tongue touched at the tiny nook between the raccoon's balls and shaft, and slowly drew itself upward, tracing itself at the veined bulge on the underside. When he got to the end, he kissed the leaking slit of Quinn's glans, and then licked his way back up again in a manner identical to the first time.
The linsang's tongue was wonderful. It was warmer and softer than Quinn felt it ought to be, and it caressed his hard flesh like nothing he'd ever felt before. A surge of lustful pride hit the raccoon was he watched the plump tip of his cock disappear between the linsang's thin lips, wrapped into that warm, wet space. He put a hand gently on the side of Auri's face and stroked and petted it. "Yeah, good boy... that's my good little boy..."
Quinn shivered. It was as if suddenly, a heavy chill had blown into the room. Auri's eyes snapped open, and the raccoon could see the pure hatred in them. The linsang swatted the hand away from his face, and tugged down on the raccoon's arm as he dragged himself to his feet. Quinn was too overrun by shock to react in time to stop Auri from hitting him hard in the face with an open-palmed smack.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" the linsang screamed, gripping Quinn by the collar of his shirt. "What the fuck did you just call me?" The raccoon's heart raced and pounded with fear as Auri stared right into his eyes, nostrils flaring and breath seething with hatred.
"I..." Quinn only managed to get one word out before Auri wrapped his hand hard around his throat, cutting off his voice. The linsang showed an unprecedented amount of strength, hoisting the raccoon clear off of his feet, and then lunged forward a couple of yards to slam him into the wall.
"Shut up!" Auri shouted again, and all of the light bulbs in the ceiling suddenly exploded in a shower of sparks, leaving the room lit by firelight alone. "Don't ever call me that! Don't you ever fucking call me that!"
The cold chill went away, replaced by heat. The heat got more intense as Quinn shuddered, barely able to breath as Auri held his neck and kept him pressed against the wall. Pulling back a foot or so, the linsang took the raccoon and slammed him back into the wall, twice, right against the spot where it met the window. After the second slam, a sickening crackling noise sounded next to Quinn's ears as the glass of the window spider-webbed.
Auri's other hand went to Quinn's face. His fingertips pressed hard against the raccoon's skull, in a circle around his eye socked. Where the linsang's fingers touched, Quinn's skin got hot, and he thought he could smell his fur singeing. "You have no idea what I offered you, Quinn. I gave you a chance to experience something that most of your kind would kill for?die for! You're not allowed to do this to me," Auri hissed, venom in his voice. "I should destroy your mind right here, you high-and-mighty fuck."
Somehow?he didn't know how?Quinn knew that the threat was real. Something deep inside him told him that Auri wasn't kidding. He'd do it, and Quinn would be powerless to stop it. He didn't even know what he'd done that was so wrong! The raccoon couldn't make a sound, and so he tried to beg with his eyes. But the linsang looked unrepentant. Quinn felt that heat around his eye get hotter and hotter, feeling like an eternity was passing.
Suddenly, that hand was gone. The look in Auri's eyes switched from one of hatred to one of deep worry. He whispered something to himself, but Quinn couldn't make out what it was. The linsang looked back up into the raccoon's face, and there was a split-second's look of apology in his eyes before the expression turned snide again. It wasn't quite as... evil as it had been before, but that was the only reassuring thing about it.
"No," Auri said, whispering. "I've thought better of myself. You can keep your mind." The linsang released Quinn, and took several long steps backward. Firelight reflected off of his eyes, making them look blank and hollow, until suddenly a blue light from within drove off the red. Auri's eyes themselves were glowing, and in the darkness of the penthouse, the phantasmal gleam of his irises was like a beacon. "That is, after I'm through with it."
The linsang lifted one arm up and held it straight out. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot down the entire length of Quinn's right arm, and when Auri jerked his own hand back, the raccoon stumbled forward, his arm yanking up and out as if the linsang were pulling on an invisible wire that was running through it. The linsang repeated the gesture with his other hand, and the same painful piercing sensation run through the raccoon's other arm. Quinn could have sworn that his skin and flesh had been punctured and strung through, like he was a puppet, but there was no hint of either blood or wound.
The raccoon got out half of a squeak before Auri snapped his fingers, silencing his voice. And then, indeed, the linsang pulled and tugged at thin air, somehow manipulating Quinn as if he were a twisted marionette made of flesh and bone. "How does it feel now, then?" Auri asked. His voice was quiet, but it was the only sound in the room, and so Quinn heard it clearly. "Do you like being made to feel helpless?"
Auri stopped his theatric gesticulations, but Quinn's body continued to move forward on its own accord, against the raccoon's will. Each step was plodding, clumsy, and unnatural, and every time the raccoon felt his foot thud against the carpeting, the agony of helplessness multiplied exponentially. "You don't, do you?" Auri said to the raccoon as he found himself descending to his knees when he got in front of the linsang. "You hate it. You just fucking hate it." And he did. It was awful.
"It's only fair, though," the linsang said, beginning to get the front of his tight leather pants open. "You mock my suffering, and this is what you get. You get to experience suffering first hand. Do you know why, Mr. Quinn?" Quinn, of course, could not answer. His neck snapped back helplessly, forcing him to stare into Auri's unearthly gaze. "Because you reap what you fucking sow." With that, the linsang tugged down the front of his pants, revealing his half-erect member.
Under ordinary circumstances, Quinn would have found it to be quite an attractive penis, really. It was slender, decently long, and (strange as it might sound) it had a pleasant smell. But now, with control and free will robbed of him, the raccoon found it repulsive, and almost frightening.
His neck went slack, no longer held upward by invisible forces. The jerking, puppet-like movements from before were gone, now, and Quinn moved smoothly and normally now. His brain tried to rebel against his body, but he was powerless to stop himself. He soon found the linsang's shaft resting at the top of his muzzle as he buried his face forwards, and started to lick at the dangling, furred scrotum between Auri's legs. "Isn't this so much better when you cooperate?" Auri said, petting the backs of Quinn's ears.
For all the world, Quinn wanted to scream. He wanted to shout back in defiance to the cruel linsang, but his mouth would not form words. Instead, the raccoon slowly dragged his tongue up the cleft between the linsang's balls, and then up to the base of his now mostly-hard cock. The stiff, pink flesh poked up between the raccoon's eyes, and it drizzled down precum onto the wet pad of his nose. He breathed in through his nostrils, catching the masculine scent, and to his humiliation, Quinn knew that he had managed to do that on his own.
"And now, Rensselaer August Emmanuel Quinn the Fourth is going to pleasure me as I would have pleasured him," Auri spoke, and on that cue, Quinn took the full length of the linsang's cock into his mouth. "That is, if the impertinent fuckhead hadn't blown his fucking chance."
Quinn wanted to close his eyes, and it was excruciating that such a simple action was denied him. He tried to still whatever part of his consciousness that he had left for the imminent forced movements of his head and neck, but they didn't come. Instead, Auri reached down and charily placed both hands on either side of the raccoon's head. Without being able to pull away, the linsang didn't need to hold on very hard. There was the sound of a preparatory hum, and then Auri began to move his hips, slowly, pumping in and out of the raccoon's mouth.
The hard, warm shaft ran flush along Quinn's tongue. He couldn't control himself, but he could feel and smell and taste everything just fine. Auri began to move faster and faster, and every now and then, he'd bump his crotch up against the end of the raccoon's nose, burying his full length into the ?willing' muzzle. "You've got such a nice mouth here, you know," the linsang whispered, caressing the side of Quinn's snout and playing with his whiskers. "It's a good thing I'm here to help you use it properly."
Each word that Auri spoke was like a terrifying insult. Humiliation had been left behind a long time ago, and now, Quinn was just broken. But even still, the linsang tugged at those unknown, mystical reins, making the raccoon do his bidding. The thrusting stopped, and in return, Quinn was forced to lavish the twitching shaft in front of his face with his lips and tongue. His face twisted up as went about worshipping the linsang's cock in a manner that Quinn himself would have given half of his fortune to be on the receiving end of.
Auri had been right?this was something that someone would probably kill for.
But instead, Quinn had been reduced to an automaton, left cruelly in possession of his faculties, watching through a thin veil as he performed actions that were not his own. His mouth pulled off, leaving the linsang's cock dripping with saliva. Auri pushed forward, and began to run his wet shaft through the crook-like bend where Quinn's snout met the rest of his face. The raccoon's own spittle matted and soaked the short fur of his muzzle and his dark eye mask, and he stared cross-eyed as Auri kept pumping and rubbing against his fuzzy face. Each time the linsang's legs moved, his breath got higher and thinner, while his body obviously crept closer and closer to its peak. Those magical blue eyes glared down into Quinn's. And then, the linsang cried out.
The same mysterious cold chill from before returned, and that coolness on Quinn's flesh only made the sensation more distinct as Auri came all over his face. The linsang bit his lip, hard, and kept pushing his hips. He smeared and matted his juices into Quinn's fur, and smacked his pulsing, spurting cock against the raccoon's nose and muzzle. Long, gooey strands and globs coated the raccoon's fur, dripping from his snout, his whiskers, and his ears, and the final shot from the linsang's tip hit him right in one eye. Quinn couldn't close it, and he couldn't even whine at the burning, searing pain it caused as it soaked in, spoiling half of his vision.
Heat returned to the room a few moments later. Auri took a single step back, and he stuffed his cock back into his pants as the aurora-like glow faded from his eyes. He looked down at Quinn, the raccoon still on his knees for just a few more seconds before he crumpled to the floor like an old rag doll.
"This," Auri said, motioning to the rest of the room with one arm. "This is all yours. You can have it." He stepped closer to Quinn, hovering over him, and spat down into his face. "You disgust me. I never want to see your fucking face again." Then, without another word, the linsang spun around on his heels, and stormed out of the room, leaving the double doors to slam behind him. When he was gone, the four torchiere fires extinguished simultaneously, leaving the raccoon alone with nothing but the ambient light streaming in from the nighttime city outside.
It was a good half hour of so before Quinn could muster up the courage to try and move his own body again.