{"sf1_id":572657,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Skyfall Chapter 17","author":"Abyssa","words":5940,"posted_at":"2013-08-05T06:33:00.000Z","tags":["Alien","Anal","Anthro","Bondage","Canine","Doctor","Forced","Gay","Human","Male","Rape","Werewolf","Wolf","non consensual","prisoner","scientist"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/572657-skyfall-chapter-17","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/572657","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=572657\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"17\n \nMy head spun around in the darkness. I couldn't tell if I was asleep or\nawake anymore. My body had become numb as I hung from the shackles around my\nwrists, and I lost the ability to move my muscles.\n  They must have moved me\nat some point, because the next thing I was aware of was lying on a stiff bed\nof some kind in a dark room. Stumbling off the bed, I waved my hands around in\nthe pitch blackness. I still had the bonds around my wrists, but they didn't\nseem to be tethered to anything. I ran into some bars not far from where I was\nlaying down and sighed. I sank down slowly, feeling the slick prison walls.  \n   A rustling in the corner of the\nroom caused me to yelp in fear. I coughed a bit after the noise came out of my\nmouth, which was still damaged from the drug they had given me. My throat felt\nraw and dry as I coughed violently. I hunched over the bars that imprisoned me.\n  My ears shot forward at\nthe sound of a wheezy whimper. \"Are you new here?\" a voice echoed. The sound\nwas blurry, and I wasn't sure if it had been real. \n  I narrowed my eyes in\nattempt to see through the darkness and scanned the area. I could see blurry\nshapes in the darkness. It looked like I was in a room with a few different\nprison-like cages. I saw dark blobs lying on the floors of the two cells across\nfrom me. \n  \"Hello?\" The voice\ncalled out again. I thought I saw one of the blobs on the other side of the\nroom move.\n  Dazed, I shook my head\nand attempted to respond to the voice. I coughed and the noise that came out\nwas a husky growl.\n  \"You must be new.\" The\nvoice wheezed. It sounded feminine, but rough, as if she were in pain. \n  \"What exactly are you?\"\nShe asked me, but at this point I think she was talking to herself. \"I saw them\ndrag you in when the lights were still on.\" \n  I sighed as she\ncontinued to speak, trying my hardest to focus on the molecules in my mouth to\nrepair them enough to speak. I coughed up a dark fluid that must have been\nblood as I attempted to do so. The voice seemed to be coming from the cage\nacross from me. \n  \"Did they make you?\"\nShe asked.\n  \"No!\" I said as I\nhacked up more blood from my lungs. \n  \"Oh you speak!\" She\nsaid, her voice had a hint of excitement. \"There are not very many things to\ntalk to down here. Most of them pass out after their treatments.\"\n  \"What about you?\" I\nwheezed.\n  \"They keep me pretty\nalert for what they do to me.\" She said flatly. I didn't want to press the\nissue farther, and I doubted she wanted to talk about it.\n  \"I'm an alien.\" I said\nafter a few moments. \"An alien the guards found outside of Skyfall. I was being\ntrained as an assassin before they discovered what I really was.\"\n  \"I'm a werewolf. Well,\nI was a werewolf.\" She said with a sigh. \"I don't really know what I am\nanymore. Last time I checked I was some sort of strange, ugly in between.\"\n  I wished I could see\nher. My eyes strained in the darkness and I still felt too exhausted to try and\nfocus them more.\n  \"Are you trying to look\nat me now?\" She said with a snort, perhaps a laugh, I couldn't really tell.\n\"Don't bother. I'll be different by tomorrow. Perhaps you can see me then.\"\n  I nodded, too exhausted\nto speak. It occurred to me that she probably couldn't see me, but I didn't\nhave the energy to care. My mind drifted away as she continued to speak, and I\npassed out with my face pressed against the cold, metal bars.\n  \n   \"Do you think he's stable enough\nfor another dose?\" I heard a distorted voice ask.\n  \"No.\" Doctor Hale's\nunmistakable voice said. \"His pain tolerance test was high, but he is still\nresponding poorly to the serum. You say our drugs seem to be destroying his\noriginal DNA. Tell me why that is.\"\n  \"I don't know, sir.\" \n  \"Figure it out before\nhe dies and I have no sample to work with.\" Hale's voice was losing it's calm\nedge. \"Finish the sampling. Find me a pure sample of that alien DNA. Force a\ntransformation if you have to.\"\n  I wished I was\ndreaming, but I didn't think I was. I must have given them some kind of sign\nthat I was becoming conscious, because Hale snapped at me, \"Are you awake,\ntwo-fifty-seven?\"\n  I was cautious to\nrespond, but I attempted to open my eyes to answer him. \n  \"Why not transform into\nwhat you really are, two-fifty-seven?\" He asked with a straight face as he\ntowered over me. I realized I was on another metal table. Had I dreamt the girl\nin the cell across from me? \n  My vision focused to crimson\neyes gazing into mine. The liquid eyes poured into mine. I blinked as I tried\nto escape eye contact with him. Hale's expression was haunting. \n  \"You will transform.\"\nHe said. I had never seen Hale upset like this before. Every other encounter I\nhad with him he had conducted himself in a calm, authoritative manner, but now\nthat his face held an emotion other than sadistic humor, I was even more\nafraid.\n  \"How should I force a\ntransformation...we tried that...\" The other man's voice mumbled.\n  Doctor Hale spun around\nand slammed the man against the wall. \"You tried, and you failed. You used the\nfailed attempt that Aras threw together, didn't you? Find Aras; ask him to\nanalyze the new data. Make him figure out why it didn't work.\"\n  I couldn't see what was\nhappening, but I heard the man stumble away, probably out of the room, before\nDoctor Hale's attention was back on me. He hunched over my face and glared down\nat me from above my head.\n  \"Your life will be so\nmuch easier if you just do this for us.\" He hissed as his face returned to his\nusual calm.\n  I swallowed hard and\nwhimpered. \"I can't.\" I was able to whine. \n  \"Why?\" \n  \"It takes great\nconcentration.\" I wheezed, trying to avoid Hale's eyes as I tried to think of\nan eloquent way to explain why. \"I cannot think or focus here...and the drugs\nI've received do nothing but inhibit my ability to concentrate.\"\n  \"Cute.\" Doctor Hale\nsaid as his sadistic grin returned. \"You want us to take you off all the drugs,\nthen? You think I'm an idiot?\" He laughed and placed his hand on my forehead.\n\"You and I both know you'd try and escape. Nobody would willingly stay here...oh,\nbut that's right, I have the phoenix!\"  \n  Was he monologuing? I\nwasn't sure he was talking to me anymore, or at the very least I doubted he\nexpected a response as he continued. I waited for his invasive energy to pick\nat my thoughts, but instead I just heard him rambling on. \n  \"Perhaps I will just\ntake you off your drugs. I'll let you become fully aware of everything we do to\nyou. Is that what you want? You can rot here knowing that if you do anything to\ntest my patience, I will imprison Kato once more. Not that Kato would mind it.\"\nDoctor Hale laughed as he stepped away from the table. \n   \"If Kato wanted to escape, why hasn't he? He\nlikes it here, two-fifty-seven. You're trying to free a dead soul. That's what\nfear does to you, but you know this. Look at you, you had plenty of chances to\nrun but instead you handed yourself over to something you were more afraid of!\nYet you still won't let go of him, will you?\"\n  My heart raced as he\nspoke of Kato like that. It was true, Kato stayed out of fear, just like I had,\nbut I knew Kato longed to escape. I was also aware that this place had scarred\nKato in ways I didn't understand. The way he talked about the basement, I knew\nbad things had happened to him down here. \n  Those things would\neventually happen to me, too, but I still couldn't trade myself in for Kato,\nand they knew that. Doctor Hale knew my emotions made me weak and would keep me\nhere as a submissive test subject. \n  \"It's all a game,\ntwo-fifty-seven. Give and take.\" Hale said to me as he pressed his other hand\ninto my chest. \"I did say we'd let you go someday as well, and I meant it.\nFirst, I need you to cooperate.\"\n  He was searching my\nmind. I could feel his energy prodding at my memories in my head. Glimpses of\nmy filthy home world surfaced in my mind. \n  My eyes squeezed shut\nat the sight of smog and debris caused by our city. I was searching the\nwasteland outside of town, plagued by the blackened skies...home to the toxic\ncreatures that poisoned our resources...forced us to filter all the energy we\nconsumed from food and water...A toxic creature sat in the wasteland, three\nmouths on its vicious face, all dripping with venomous teeth. No eyes could be\nseen, but its tongue snaked out and tasted the air for the scent of its next\nvictim. It caught the sight of its next victim, which had been me at the time. I\nwas about to take off running when the memory became hazy.\n  The image blurred as\nHale moved to another memory. I was standing in front of the Council. The tall\nfigures were cloaked in darkness, the edges of their bodies barely illuminated\nby the cyan glow of their energy markings. I knelt before them, bound and\nbleeding. The guard shoved me closer to the center of the Hall of Judgment;\nwhich was a giant pit sunk deep into the ground. It was so deep that even\nduring the day the light was hardly visible. This was the moment I could have\ndied...the moment I was never fully sure I escaped. They began to pass their judgment.\n\n  The memory was\ntranscribed in my own language, and as such, I was certain all Doctor Hale was\nable to hear was the hissing clicks and trills my kind made. The sound must\nhave been wrenching to hear in his body, because he jerked away from me not\nlong after one of them spoke. My mind felt heavy with the emotions and fear\nthat surfaced with the memory.\n  The smog cleared from\nmy eyes as I opened them, and the memory vanished. A heavy pain dug into my\nhead where Hale had been touching it. I furrowed my brows as the painful\npressure throbbed in my skull.\n  \"You'll have to tell me\nmore about that.\" Hale said quietly as he caught his breath. After he took a\nfew deep breaths, he seemed to have recovered. I was disappointed it didn't\ntake him longer. \n  It was possible that he\nfelt some of the emotional turmoil I was experiencing in the moment. I wondered\nif there was some kind of memory I could show him next time he tried that...some\nkind of memory that would shake him. I doubted it. Doctor Hale had seen and\nbeen a part of evil I couldn't begin to understand. Even the with horrible\nthings I had witnessed on my planet, I was sure at this point that Doctor Hale\nhad seen, and done worse.\n  I glanced over at him\nas he took a few more steady breaths. His residual energy in me felt ancient. I\nassumed he had lived for a very long time, far longer than I had, at least. I\nwas still relatively young, even when considering my people...\n  I was barely an adult...\npractically a child. A foolish, confused child that never should have\ndisobeyed, or strayed from the chosen path they were meant to walk. I was a\nchild they attempted to murder out of fear. They feared what I might do, what\nideas I could spread...what change I could create in the hellish existence they\nhad created. I would never understand why they chose to stay slaves to the\ncorrupt system they had forced upon themselves.\n  Fear...the motivation for\neverything that had twisted and torn my life apart. \n  Doctor Hale turned\nswiftly and picked something up off the counter. It was another needle. Because\nhis energy still swam around in my head, I felt his intent. He was going to\nknock me out again. I was unsure why, but I welcomed the sting as he plunged\nthe drug into me. The drug silenced my thoughts, and my mind became empty. The\ndarkness consumed me and my emotions until nothing but the void remained. \n \nWhen I became conscious again, I was being led by Fleur and another\ndoctor I did not recognize. I wasn't sure how I was already standing, or where\nI was. Before I could spend too much time questioning it, I was being laid down\non another metal table. \n  The surface was cold\nand slick, and my muscles ached against the hard surface. My eyes squeezed shut\nat the blinding light above me.\n  \"Is he responsive\ntoday?\" A muffled voice asked as I became slightly more coherent. \n  When my vision adjusted\nto the light, I saw Fleur's face hovering over me. She was staring into my eyes\nwith a curious expression.\n  \"Two-fifty-seven?\" She\nasked, shining a small light into my eye as her finger pried it open. \"Are you\naware of what's happening?\"\n  I blinked furiously as\nshe let my eyelid go and groaned. I nodded instead of replying with words, and\nstruggled against the bonds that they had locked into the sides of the table.\n  \"He's conscious enough,\nbut why don't you give him an extra energy boost?\" Fleur said as she placed\nsome sort of transparent cone over my muzzle. \n  The cone had a tube\nattached to it that led somewhere I couldn't see. A strange, chemical smell\nentered my nostrils. I exhaled quickly a few times, but the cone forced me to\nbreathe in the gas that seeped from the tube. I didn't notice any change when I\nbreathed in the gas, but the smell was strong and potent, and I had a bad\nfeeling about it.\n  After a few minutes of\nbreathing in the gas, Fleur pulled the cone off while the other doctor stuck a\nneedle in my arm. I hardly felt the prick, but the liquid gave me a nostalgic\nfeeling. Instantly my body became energized. I was still unable to think very\nclearly, but I definitely felt energized compared to the dead state my body was\nin before. \n  I remembered that Misha\nhad given me a similar drug after my pain tolerance test. A blurry memory of\nMisha's concerned face flashed in my mind briefly, and then I remembered Doctor\nHale had mentioned my pain tolerance test when he visited me.\n  Fleur came back over to\nme and began to study my body. She lifted my arm as far as the bonds would\nallow her to do and measured around my biceps. I focused on her blurry shape as\nshe wrote down her notes.\n  \"He weighs a bit less\ntoday.\" She said with a sigh as her fingers began to prod at my abdomen, \"I\nthink he lost some muscle mass in his arms and torso.\" \n  \"How bad of a sign is\nthat?\" The other man asked.\n  \"Not sure, but we\nshould finish sampling and get the data to Hale.\" Fleur said, \"We have all the\nexternal tissue, now we just need a few more internal tissues.\"\n  I winced, fearing that\nthey were planning on cutting me open. My body squirmed involuntary at the\nthought. I wished they had left my body dead and numb. I was painfully aware of\nhow trapped I was now that their drugs were taking effect.\n  \"Stomach and heart?\"\nThe man said as he pushed a tray of medical tools over to my side. I decided\nagainst looking at them. \"What about the...uhm..\" The man seemed uncomfortable as\nhe spoke. \"The fluids...what about those?\"\n  \"Please.\" Fleur rolled\nher eyes as she picked at the utensils on the tray. \"Aras will have to come\ndown here himself for that. I'm sure he's dying to.\" \n  I felt sick when I\nconsidered what they were talking about, but I was distracted by the giant\nneedle the Fleur held over me. \n  \"You'll feel a pinch on\nyour heart, but don't move.\" Fleur instructed me. \n  I stared at the thick\nneedle that was attached to a handle of some kind. At least they aren't cutting me open. I thought in attempt to\nreassure myself, but as Fleur lowered the needle towards me I became extremely\nnervous.\n   She placed her hand on my chest and felt for\nmy heartbeat. Her touch made me jerk with the anticipation of the pain. \n  \"Calm down.\" She said\nbefore turning to the other man, \"Can you hold his shoulders so he doesn't\nsquirm?\"\n   The man nodded and placed two heavy\nhands on my shoulders. He stood above my head and looked down at me, but my\neyes were fixed on the needle as Fleur raised it up again. She brought it down\nquickly and jabbed it into my chest. My breath caught in my lungs, and the\nsharp pain made me unable to breathe. She pressed a button on the side of the\nhandle that caused a deep pinching pain as it tore at my tissue. She quickly\nremoved the needle from my chest and brought it over to the tray while the man\nstuck a piece of gauze to the spot in my chest. \n  I panted heavily as she\ncame back with another needle. \"That wasn't so bad, was it?\" Fleur asked with a\nsmall smile.\n  Wasn't that bad... my mind growled at her. Fuck you.... \n   The man held my torso while she\nstabbed me with another needle and tore the tissue from my stomach. My muscles\nwere all tight and ached from my panic. The pain wasn't actually that bad, but\nit was still terrifying. It was better than being cut open, though, so I\ncouldn't remain too upset.\n  After Fleur was done stabbing\nme with needles, she dismissed the man, who seemed eager to leave. It seemed\nlike he didn't usually come down here, I had noticed he was uncomfortable. I\nwondered what happened to Fin briefly before I glanced at Fleur, who was\nplacing the tissue samples into small containers and sealing them. She then\ncame back over to me and dabbed the last of the bits of blood that were leaking\nfrom my puncture wounds. \n   \"Well, that's it for me,\ntwo-fifty-seven.\" Fleur said as she pat my shoulder. \"Your friend is coming by\nin a bit, though. Maybe he'll make you feel better.\"\n  I closed my eyes\ntightly at the thought. There was no way my \"friend\", Misha, would make me feel\nbetter. Unless by some miracle he got me out of here, I was certain I was going\nto hate whatever happened when he arrived. \n  The click of the lock\nmade me open my eyes and glance towards the door. The entire room was lit, and\nI was feeling more energized than I had in days due to their drug. I was\ntempted to look around the room, but my mind wouldn't focus on the\ninsignificant details of what it contained. I tried to focus on repairing any\nparts of my body that felt extra weak, but I didn't quite have enough energy to\nperform any healing on myself.\n  The thought of using\nmagic crossed my mind, but I had no energy and no natural resources to help me.\nEven the air around me was stagnant and dead. Upon realizing there was nothing\nI could do to avoid it, I sat my head back and tried to relax as I waited for\nMisha's arrival. Seeing him was punishment enough, but the fact that they left\nhim to collect a \"sample\" from me made me feel angry and a bit betrayed. \n  It wasn't that any of\nthem owed anything to me, but I had expected more kindness from Fleur. She\ndidn't seem like the cruel type, so I figured she was unaware of my feelings\ntowards him. Maybe she thought sexual pleasure would somehow make me happy.\nMaybe she didn't realize that I hardly understood these feelings. She certainly\ncould not have known that I had grown to despise these feelings...feelings that\nhad gotten me trapped here. That's all it had been, I decided. My feelings,\nemotions, Misha stirred all of them, and I hated him for it. I hated feeling. I\nneeded to stop feeling.\n  My mind wandered to the\nday Hale had visited me and the thoughts I had about fear. Fear was too\npowerful, and I couldn't let it control me. I knew this, but at this moment, I\nwas consumed by it.\n  I heard footsteps\ncoming towards the room I was trapped in. The crisp, loud sound of his shoes\nthumping against the cold floor sent chills through me. Every aspect of his\narrival was clearly defined, and my mind locked onto every detail as I waited\nin icy anticipation. \n  I stared at the ceiling\nabove me as the door unlocked. I desperately wanted to calm myself, but my\nheart raced against my wishes and adrenaline energized my weak muscles.\n  He walked over to my\nbedside nonchalantly. I could feel the smile on his face as he pulled a chair\nover to the side of the table. \n  \"Hi, Decipher.\" He said\nsoftly. \"I've missed you so much. I hope you're doing okay.\"\n   I sat perfectly still as his\neyes scanned over my body. I was suddenly aware that I wasn't wearing clothes,\nand probably hadn't been this entire time. I tried to ignore the sick feeling\nthat surfaced at the thought of being strapped down naked in front of Misha.\nThe fact that he was acting like nothing had happened made me wish I could run.\n\n  \"Are you awake? Do you\nneed an extra energy boost?\" He asked, digging in his pocket. I cringed as he\npulled out another syringe.\n  \"No.\" I said, \"No more,\nplease.\" I begged him. I did not want to be any more aware than I already was. \n  His hands slid across\nmy body. The familiar touch made my muscles tense up. After he had felt all the\nlines on my torso, he stood up and picked up a clipboard full of papers.\n  \"You've lost some\nweight.\" He commented flatly. His lack of concern was unnerving.\n   \"Why did you do this?\" I asked as I stared\nat the ceiling. \"I just need to know why.\"\n  Misha sighed. He had no\nanswer, but still he spoke. \"I had to.\" He said.\n  \"Don't give me that\nshit.\" I said, narrowing my eyes.\n   Misha walked over to the door\nand locked it, peering out of the small window to see if anyone was around. He\nwalked back over to me and removed the bonds from my hands.\n   I remained perfectly still. I knew what\nhe wanted. He wanted some kind of reaction from me. I continued to stare at the\nceiling as he began to rub my body all over.\n  \"Talk to me, Decipher.\"\nHe said quietly. \"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it! Can't we just\nenjoy our time together?\"\n  I glared at him when he\nsaid that. \"Fuck you, Misha.\" I growled as I slowly sat up and pushed his hands\naway, \"Stop pretending you care about me. I know what you want. I know why\nyou're here. Why don't we just get this over with?\"\n   Misha sighed and walked back over to the\ncabinets. I watched him pull out a plastic container and write a label on it.\n\"I do love you.\" He said with his back turned. The word love made me snarl. \"I\nreally wish I could help you...but Hale said he'd let you out eventually!\"\n  When he turned back at\nme, he had a small smile again. \"Soon they'll be done with all of this, and\nthings can go back to normal.\" \n  \"Normal...?\" I asked\nquietly as I looked away from him. I wasn't sure what he considered normal. The\nthought of going back to the way things were made me feel sick. Unlike Misha, I\ncouldn't just forget about the terrible things that had happened. Misha wasn't\nexperiencing them, I was. He couldn't possibly expect me to go back to the fucked\nup \"normal\" that had been my life before.\n  \"Yes!\" Misha said, \"Just\nhold on for a bit longer and things will be fine, I promise!\"\n  I hardly heard his\npromise, knowing it was a lie. I glanced down at myself. It was the first time\nI had seen my body in a while. My once-bulging muscles were flattened under my\nfur, which had lost its silky shine. I glanced down to the bonds on my ankles\nand briefly considered attempting to escape.\n  Before I could even\nbegin to formulate an escape plan, Misha was back at my side with the\ncontainer. He took my hand, but I jerked it away from him. \n  He sighed again and\nfrowned. \"I guess I'll have to use this, then.\" He said as he pulled up the\nleather cord that wrapped around my chest. He quickly pushed me down and\nwrapped the cord around me, tightening it just enough to keep me in place. I sank\nback down on the table, too weak to struggle anymore.  Instead, I tried to focus on numbing my mind\nfor what was about to happen. \n  \"I could have helped\nyou.\" I said to him. \"But you never wanted to become something else, did you?\"\n  \"Of course I do...\" Misha\nwhispered, \"and you are helping me! With your help, we'll discover so many\nthings.\"\n  I did not respond. I\ndidn't know what more to say to him. It was clear he was living in some sort of\nignorant denial. He refused to see the truth, and there was nothing I could do\nto make him.\n   Misha's hand stroked down my body and\nreached my sheath. As he played with me, my chest felt tight and I was\nstruggling to breathe evenly. His touch brought so many memories to the surface\nof my mind. I wished I could have forgotten them forever, but my brain had\ncatalogued every detail of his violating touch with haunting clarity. \n  It occurred to me that\nI had never felt completely comfortable with his touch. He must have known\nthis. Each time I tried to shy away until he pushed me into a corner and forced\nme to feel the physical pleasures. I was never strong enough to say no, and it\nhad been my fault all along for letting him get this far with me. I never\nshould have let him touch me. I never should have let him use me.\n  He stroked at me\nrapidly. The feeling was good yet I felt no pleasure. My muscles involuntarily\nrelaxed and tensed at his touch. The stress of the past days...weeks, seemed to\ncome and go with it.\n   Misha\ncontinued to work out my stress, and my tip began to break free from my sheath.\nI gasped as his pace quickened, and my body betrayed my emotions. Some stress\nleft, but it was replaced by fear and discomfort.\n  The pleasured feeling\nwas nearly painful. I tried to avoid focusing on it. All it did was confuse and\ntorment my mind. While it felt good physically, my terrified mind was deeply\ndisturbed. My eyes avoided his, but he stared down at me with a haunting smile.\nSlowly, he brought his face down to my crotch and began to lick at my swelling\norgan.\n  The mix of terror and\nstress caused my body to climax quickly. I moaned and jerked my hips towards\nhis mouth as he played with me until he pulled away. He continued to stroke at\nme until the white liquid shot out of my tip. He placed the container above the\nstream of liquid and caught some. Quickly, he capped the container and placed\nit to the side.\n  I panted. The orgasm\nhad felt empty, and I was happy it was over so fast. I closed my eyes and\nsighed, hoping Misha would just leave now. \n  I heard Misha shuffling\naround, and opened my eyes to see him removing his clothing. My ears fell and\nmy eyes widened. No. I thought. We're done. What's he doing? \n  \"It's been so long.\"\nMisha said with a laugh, \"Guess you're not used to it anymore, huh?\" He\nstripped down to his boxers and moved to the other side of the table. He\ncrouched down near my crotch and touched the area below my balls.\n   By now, I was fully panicking.\n\"Misha, no...\" I begged him, \"No. You got what you needed...just leave me, please.\"\nI wasn't sure what he was about to do, but I knew it would be bad. He glanced\nup at me only for a moment before he returned to what he was doing.\n  \"I want to show you how\nmuch I care...\" He said softly. \"I've wanted this for so long, Decipher.\" \n  Misha took his hand and\nrubbed my sensitive, still swollen penis with his hand. He collected some of\nthe liquid that had spread over the surface of it and moved his hand back down\nto the hole under my tail. I cringed at his touch as he pressed at the hole.\n  \"How much you care?!\" I\ngasped in disbelief. How dare he use that line again? How dare he continue to\npretend? I squeezed my eyes shut, \"Misha, no!\" My muscles clenched and I\nstruggled against the bonds on my ankles.\n  Misha looked up at me\nand smiled. \"Calm down.\" He said, pulling out a needle. I stared at the needle\nwith wide eyes.\n  \"Misha, stop!\" I\npleaded with him, \"Why are you doing this? How could you do this to me? HOW\nCOULD YOU?!\" I screamed. Now that I was brave enough to say no, it was too late.\nMy heartbeat thundered in my skull as I panted heavily in fear. \n  \"Shhhh...\" Misha\nwhispered as he slid the needle into my vein. I snarled and struggled in vain.\n  The injection relaxed\nmy muscles and I became weak. My mind was hazy, and I welcomed the blurry film\nthat surrounded my thoughts. I sat in my mind and curled up into myself. If I\ncouldn't escape, I would hide.\n  I felt Misha's fingers\npress against the hole again as he forced them into me. My muscles were only\nable to twitch in reaction to the uncomfortable feeling. He smeared his wet\nfingers across the area and slid them in and out of me. I whined in discomfort\nas I waited for it to end. Soon after, I felt his soft, fleshy tip press\nagainst my hole. I closed my eyes and mentally cried out for help...for anything.\nSleep, death, anything was preferable. \n  Misha began to thrust,\nforcing himself inside of me slowly. He grunted as he slipped deeper inside.\nThe pain and fear overwhelmed my mind and soon I was unable to feel anything\nthat was happening to me. All I could see was a blurred image of Misha's body\nabove me as he pressed into mine. He moved in and out of me rhythmically as I\nlaid there with a blank expression, unable to move or react. \n  Misha seemed to want a\nreaction. He grabbed at my sheath again, but my body had locked any feeling\nout, and I wouldn't react this time. He moaned softly as he continued to\nviolate me. He spoke to me, whispering miscellaneous lies about how much he\ncared, or tortured me with the fact that I made him feel great. I tried to\nignore him and retain the numb feeling. \n  Eventually my fear and\nanguish turned into rage. I wanted to push him away, to tear into his chest and\ncrack open his ribs. I wanted to eat his still beating heart. I fantasized\nabout turning into the beast that had sealed Sheila's fate, wishing I had just\ntorn through Misha. She was right to want to kill him. I opened my eyes and\nglared into Misha's face, which was hovering above me. When he saw my eyes, his\nbecame afraid. For once, I basked in his terrified gaze. I would make him feel\nterrified, just as he had done to me so many times. \n  After a few moments he\nlooked away and continued, and my fierce glare didn't last.  My expression became afraid again as my mind\nshifted back into the terrified fool that I was. Misha's body began to shudder\nnext to mine and he panted heavily as he wrapped his arms around me.\n  He was talking to me\nagain, but I was not listening. He continued to pet my body as he rested\nagainst it. The weight of him was heavy, and I relaxed slightly when he lifted\nhimself off of me. As he slid out of me I cringed and continued to stare at the\nceiling. He rolled off the table and let out a heavy, pleased sigh. \n  He slowly began to get\ndressed, and then wandered over to my face once more. \"I love you.\" He\nwhispered. \"I had to...It's because I love you...\"\n  Something snapped in my\nmind as he whispered those last words. My eyes narrowed and slowly met his as\nhe pulled away from my face. Love? This\nwas love to him? \n  I had used the word\nhate before, but I don't think I had ever truly felt hate until that exact moment.\nI had not felt this level of hatred towards those on my planet who sought to\ndestroy me. Even through all that pain, I actually just pitied them. I did not\npity Misha anymore. The thought of Misha was paired with a burning desire to\nmake him suffer. \n   My\nexpression seemed to make Misha uncomfortable as I glared at him. He turned\nquickly and finished dressing himself. \n  I vowed to make him\nsuffer for what he had done. I no longer even cared about my own well-being. Knowing\nhe had done this to countless others before me, I knew I had to make it stop. My\nheart began to race at the thought of destroying him.\n   I hated Misha Aras, and I would find a way to\nmake sure he felt how much I hated\nhim.","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/571800-skyfall-chapter-16.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/574057-skyfall-chapter-18.json"}