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Chapter Five

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

8th July, 2019

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For hours, the spirit unloaded its rage and anger with humanity on to Jack's captive mind. How humans had hunted her kind, raped, tortured and murdered them – leaving only one alive – a young doe...this...doe.

I was never responsible for any of those...

“Atrocities? Oh, how shallow your mind is human!" Kendra snorted. “You have no concept of pain...of what they done to me and mine! What depraved, sickening and sadistic tortures they done, whilst others of your kind stood around – either waiting their turn, or encouraging them!"

I didn't do any of that – I'm innocent, how dare to blame all of humanity for -

“I _ was _ innocent!" Kendra snarled, her fingers curling into fists, before she summoned her strength and flayed Jack's mind with agony beyond mortal comprehension.

Helpless, he screamed and writhed, unable to escape the agony that threatened to destroy him.

“You're a human! They're all guilty! Now, you're boring me, I don't like being bored..."

Good – Jack spat at her. Go die on the highway like you deserve, you fucking murderous cunt!

Raising an eyebrow, Kendra grinned and chuckled. “My, my, my, does the little fawn have a sore hoof? Is that why you think you can speak out like that?"

Go fuck yourself.

Kendra laughed, long and loud. “If I could, I wouldn't need you pathetic humans!"

Just get it over with...I know now, you're going to kill me – so why are you d delaying? Guess what Kendra? If that's even your real name...

Kendra snorted, becoming increasingly bored – and hungry – so she made her way back to Jack's home, then quicker than before, she assumed her natural, anthropomorphic form. Comfortable with hooves and fur, she sprawled, resting her feet on the dead body, like it was nothing more than a cushion.

“So, what do you want little insect?" Kendra laughed, finally answering him.

About time you slut of a fawn.

“Oh, really? You were – so – much more creative earlier!"

Whilst you've been fucking with my mind – oh, by the way, well done...

Kendra's eyebrow lifted. “A complement? For me? How wonderful!"

Suddenly, Kendra shuddered, then she shook her head. “What..."

_You got inside my head...now let me get inside yours _...

Gasping, Kendra screamed breathlessly, as her human like fingers curled into claws and she began gouging at her temples, an unimagined pain feeling like it was melting her mind.

“No...get...get out – go away!" Kendra gurgled, as she crumpled to her knees.

Doesn't feel at all nice, does it? Oh, look, such wonderful suppressed memories you've got hidden away here...do these hurt Kendra? I can hurt you, just the way you hurt – me -

Kendra screamed, but he shut her vocal cords off, leaving her mute and helpless, as she writhed and suffered. Every memory he brought up, he replayed with extraordinary precision – over-firing sensitive nerve endings, as she writhed helplessly on the floor. Pain flooded her groin, her tail, her legs – everywhere she had been tortured and violated and abused – he exploited it.

“Please!" Kendra croaked, tears streaking down her muzzle as she wailed and shuddered, overwhelmed by the agony his control over her was bringing her, “I'll do anything – anything!"

Anything? How interesting...I got one demand, and I promise, on my life, I'll make this stop Kendra...or we can go at it for hours! How many years did they torture and abuse you? Five? Ten...

“Twelve!" Kendra wailed. “I was only a fawn when they took me..."

How about all twelve years of it – all at once, and all for just you? I can do that now...I don't think even – you – would withstand that!

“No...please!" Kendra pleaded, for only the second time in her life. “I'll do anything...just...don't, please, I beg you!"

How many victims begged – you – for mercy? Did you show them any? Even a moment of consideration? No – they were just your playthings, weren't they? You bred yourself to them, then when they – displeased – you, you murdered them...Why? Why Kendra? You could have let them go...who would they tell? That they had sexual pleasures with a woman in a realistic fur suit? Do you think that's uncommon?

“Stop, please!" Kendra groveled piteously.

I'll consider it Kendra...now, you said, you'd do anything...right? I want my body back – now -

Kendra swallowed, the agony subsiding, as she lay curled up on the floor, sobbing and shaking. “I...can't..."

Again, that terrible torture filled her, as she writhed, bucked and shrieked, before she started clawing at her throat, then began strangling.

What's the matter little doe? Can't breathe? Oh, that's right, I control your autonomous systems too! I could stop your heart at my whim...well, I give you a minute – do try to hold your breath, won't you?

Kendra gurgled and strangled, her muzzle wide but not a single sip of air could be gotten. She suffocated, strangled and clawed at the carpet, her lungs burning like fire and heart racing.

I do so hate to see a broken animal suffer – maybe I'll just kill you now, put you out of your misery...

WAIT! Kendra's oxygen starved mind screamed at him.

Well?

Kendra gurgled and began convulsing, before he released her and she drew great choking breaths, unable to stop until she felt her lungs fully reinflate.

That was only thirty seconds Kendra...can you imagine three or four minutes?

“I...I can do it – I can give you back your body...your...life..."

I'm waiting...

Kendra sobbed, then nodded and concentrated hard. It hurt, gods know it hurt, even Jack was horrified at the level of pain she endured, made what he'd done to her seem kind by comparison.

At first, her body convulsed and she bit her lip, tasting blood, her blood – as she struggled to summon the residual magicks within her – to force the change...

It wasn't quick...

*

At last, the fur suit lay in a pile on the floor, head resting on the body suit, the paws and the hoof boots – a wavering, ghostly anthropomorphic Doe stood before him, as Jack flexed fingers and toes, gasping and panting.

I did it... Come Kendra's mind to his. You made me do it, now I'm trapped between worlds – again!

“You deserve a punishment far worse than death!" Jack snarled at her, as he stepped closer, then reached up to wrap his fingers around her furred throat.

He was frustrated, as Kendra's ghostly throat slipped like fog through his fingers.

Really? Kendra snorted, then crossed her paws over her spectral chest. You really thought that'd work?

“I had to try..." Jack raged, filled with blood-lust and hatred.

Would it be wrong if I said I agree with you?

I'm going to destroy that suit Kendra...then you really will be trapped – trapped as a spirit, unable to hurt or possess anyone again_!_

No! Kendra shrieked. Please...

Jack moved towards it, then he gasped as Kendra snarled in feral fear – her last magicks giving her paws a corporeal form, as they locked about his throat and squeezed.

“Urk!" Jack grunted, as he felt her grip tightening.

“I won't let you banish me...wait – I know..."

Kendra smiled, a cruel, predatory smile, before she closed her eyes and spoke a word in some archaic language, before he held his throat in one paw. With the other, she placed it over his chest, where his heart was.

“With this power, I take that which was denied...a life for a life!"

Jack tried to scream – but it was helpless. He felt himself ageing at an incredible rate, his hands turning almost to withered claws, skin drying and showing liver spots, his muscles wasting away until he was barely able to stand – his back hunched and his spine twisted.

Kendra held him by the throat, her hooflets pressed against his heart, until she grunted and stepped back, looking at him.

Jack was aged to about, it felt to him, about 90. His twisted, arthritic hands touched his face, feeling the dry, withered skin, the wrinkles and the age spots.

“What did you do to me..." He wheezed.

A life for a life...you denied me mine – I've taken yours in its stead!

“How...why..."

How? Not – easily – why? Why?? Why – was because you compelled me to give you yours back! My word is my honour...however, you should have worded it better, didn't say I couldn't take much of yours as recompense!Now...I grow weary of your childish ways little fawn – you've bored me for the last time...

“What...are you doing too me..." Jack gurgled, as he felt himself compelled to crouch down, his knees crackling, then scoop up the fur suit and leave his home – the door open, as he hobbled painfully back to where the derelict shop was.

Good bye little fawn – you were entertaining for a while – but ultimately? You bored me too much – had you submit – oh – the pleasures we could have shared together! I barely gave you a glimpse, of what sexual pleasure I could bestow...imagine – years – even centuries of such things? Never-mind – I'm sure my next – pet – won't be as lacklustre in imagination...

Jack's hand reached out and touched the door nob – it turned effortlessly – then the door opened and he stepped through...never to be seen again...

*

A young girl, about sixteen, stood outside the shop, her nervousness and apprehension building within her. Her eyes widened in amazement as she seen the assorted items for display, above her head hung a marque, fresh and vibrant, saying “Something For Everyone!". When her eyes fell on the beautiful Whitetail Deer fur suit hanging on a manikin, her eyes widened and she turned the door handle...

Overhead, a concealed bell tinkled merrily...

END