The Orphans of Cerberus

BY : Fetherhd
Category: Final Fantasy VII > General
Dragon prints: 1741
Disclaimer: Square Enix holds all rights the the FFVII world and its characters. This is a not for profit fanfiction

The Orphans of Cerberus Chapter 35

Yuffie dragged herself awake only to wish that she had stayed in the depths of oblivion. There was NOT a part of her that did not hurt. She swallowed against a painful, dry throat (the ninja wondered ruefully if her screaming had left ANY lining on its’ fiery insides….If this is what a prolonged bout of screaming caused, it was no wonder that Vincent's soft, deep voice had that odd rasp to it!) The girl pried her tear stuck eyelids open….a quick glance confirmed that they had brought her back to the same cell. Three times Titan had come to retrieve her. The first had been the surgical session with Angelique. The second had been a horrifying ordeal with the burly man who had orchestrated the kidnapping. His name was Dr. Bernard Duprey. It only took a few minutes to figure out why HE was the researcher this time. The fucker had systematically broken every bone in Yuffie's changed body just to watch and record how fast they healed. The sick bastard had done it with his bare hands and in the case of her long bones, he had enlisted the terrible strength of Titan. As Yuffie had writhed, screaming, against her bonds she had been horrified to realize that both males were sexually aroused by her agony. The princess had been certain that this particular session was going to end in a brutal rape. The frightened girl had closed her eyes, biting her lips when cruel hands and hard fingers had parted and penetrated where only Vincent's gentle touch had been before. Her sobs were ones of relief mixed with fear when the researcher went no further than this. No…he had prodded her OTHER very virgin entrance with a hard, latex covered digit and told her to be THANKFUL that she was an infectious Changeling!
Yuffie had NOT missed the sly look he sent the great beast's way. When Titan removed her restraints to lift her limp body off of the exam table, she could not clamp her broken legs together as the male's rough fingers explored where Duprey's had been as she was taken back to her cell. Before he dropped her painfully on the pad that was her "Bed" The beast had pushed one of those thick digits painfully into her while hissing softly into her twitching ear…"MINE" The beast then crooked that finger and its’ sharp talon scraped at the inside of her sensitive passage as he withdrew it. Gleaming yellow eyes had narrowed in pleasure as she had jerked with fear and the pain of it in his massive arms. The young woman had not been able to stop the tears from streaking down her face as Titan casually licked his finger clean, lips lifting away from massive fangs in pleasure at the taste of her blood and her sex!.(OH Mother Gia….Vincent…Where are you? PLEASE hurry and get here!)
Yuffie managed to pull herself up and immediately scrambled to hang over the toilet that occupied one corner of the cell. Her throat protested violently as her stomach voided the toxins her healing factor had been cleansing from her system while she was unconscious. This last session had been to test her body's resistance to various chemicals and drugs. The scientist’s had exposed, injected and forced her to swallow, a myriad of drugs, concoctions and chemicals. Some had filled her veins with fire, some with ice and the last injection had sent her into wrenching convulsions. As the ninja had finally escaped into blessed darkness she felt the sting of one more needle. Yuffie heard Angelique mention stem cells and Ice in the same breath. The ninja vaguely wondered if Angelique was tired of playing with her beast form and had given her Ice's antibodies to revert her back to human.
GODS…she felt like crap! As she leaned over the bowl, panting, Yuffie tried to piece together how long it had been since they arrived. She had only seen Marion for a fraction of a second when she had been returned to the cell the first time. The other two pads in their little prison had been unoccupied since the little Vet had been led away. Of Ice there was been no sign. Or, so she thought, until she realized that one of the sleeping pads was humped up in an odd way. The Changeling padded over on all fours as she did not trust her equilibrium. (the world had a tendency to spin a little every now and then.) When Yuffie lifted a corner up, a pair of slate grey eyes blinked at her and Ice curled her lips, exposing her elongated eyeteeth, in a warning snarl. Enough light got in, that the ninja could see a long wound in the female's shaven, pregnancy swollen flank. A small amount of blood was weeping from between the neat stitches that held the edges together.
"Oh Leviathan…Ice what happened?"
For a second the golden Were just ignored her, then her still face crumpled and her shaking hands spoke.
"Marion took my little one….the white coat killed her!"
Yuffie froze in confusion…Marion? Why would the Vet DO something as awful as that? The girl did not say a word…Seeing the look of total misery on her companion's lovely face, the ninja carefully crawled under the sleeping pad with her and gently folded herself around Ice's trembling body. They would get some much needed rest and when Marion finally showed up….well the White Rose of Wuttia would GET some answers!
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Vincent jerked awake with a start. WHAT the…! He was in his own room, laying in his own bed. Careful fingers explored beneath the covers and ran into NOTHING. He was quite nude! Crimson eyes closed as the ex-Turk frantically tried to piece together his fragmented recent memories. After reuniting with his son…Abraham had gently suggested that the Galian return his Host's body as the man needed some medical attention. Evidently being aware while he was "possessed" was a serious physical drain, because as the Galian beast, (No…it was just Galian now, knowing that this was the demon's GIVEN name, made him seem less a beast somehow. ) released control, Valentine had collapsed. He would have hit the floor except for the fact that the Patriarch seemed to be expecting this. The Were's Change was so fast that he caught the exhausted gunslinger before he made a painful impact. He had a vague memory of being settled back into his chair and he distinctly recalled a hushed conversation between Abraham and Chaos as the latter kept him partially suppressed. It seemed the two ancient beings wanted to compare notes as to what healing needed to be done WITHOUT his squirming, complaining or….Gia forbid….input! Arrogant bastard's!
"OH STOP WHINING…WHAT WE DID WAS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!"
His eldest demon sounded tired.
"YOU DO FEEL BETTER…DON'T YOU?"
For that matter, Chaos wasn't the only one who felt a little drained. Vincent realized that his hand was shaking as he gently prodded where the worst of his injuries had been. The broken ribs, bruising, and burn of internal damage had been reduced to dull ache's and his lesser wounds had been stitched and bound. The ex-Turk shakily tried to pull the covers back so he could look, only to be stopped by his overbearing tenant.
"BE STILL…AND BE QUIET….BOTH ABRAHAM AND YOURSELF NEED SOME SERIOUS REST!"
Here the demon turned Vincent's head so that he could see Abraham slumped in a high backed wingchair placed beside his bed. The old Were was fast asleep.
The gunman relaxed a little and Chaos let his head flop back onto the pillows. He could not stop the anxiety that twisted in his guts.
"Mother Gia…Chaos how long have I been out? If that really was Duprey that Reno saw…we have got to find Yuffie and Ice!" (While there is still something left to rescue!)
He did not broadcast the last part of this thought, but he was pretty sure the dark one picked up on it.
The demon was a soft presence in his head,
"YES…I AGREE…WE NEED TO FIND THEM. BUT, YOU HAVE ONLY BEEN UNDER A FEW HOURS. THE STRENGTH OF THIS STORM IS STILL AT IT'S PEAK. THERE WILL BE NO GOING OUT INTO IT FOR A LONG WHILE YET. EVEN IF IT WERE TO LET UP…YOUR/OUR STRENGTH IS SPENT FOR THE TIME BEING. THE TYPE OF HEALING THAT THE OLD WOLF USED ON YOU IS A LOT LIKE THAT WHICH YOUR DEAD HALF CETRA FRIEND USED TO DO. HE USED NO MATERIA, DRAWING INSTEAD ON YOUR STRENGTH, HIS OWN RESERVES,…AND…PURE LIFESTREAM ENERGY GAINED DIRECTLY FROM GIA."
"That's….impossible?"
“HMPH… WELL…FOR A HUMAN…YES. BUT, ABRAHAM IS MOST DEFINITLY NOT HUMAN. SOMEHOW… HE WAS ABLE TO USE HIS BODY TO BUFFER, AND DIRECT THE EARTH'S ENERGY, WHILE BOOSTING WHAT RESERVES YOU/WE HAVE, IN ORDER TO COAX YOUR BODY BACK INTO A SEMBLANCE OF HEALTH. WHAT HE AND GRIFFIN DID FOR WHISPER AND RENO PUT A SERIUOS HURT ON HIM. EVEN WITH MY PARTICIPATION, HEALING YOU…. PUSHED HIM WELL PAST HIS LIMITS.”
Vincent silently turned his head so he could study the sleeping Patriarch. He agreed with his demon, the man looked totally spent. The ex-Turk could FEEL Galian's silent worry, as for the first time he could see evidence, in the thin skin's grey cast and the fine, drawn lines around eyes and mouth, of the ancient Were's advanced age.
Valentine was quiet as he sifted through some of the things that Abraham had said before his collapse. One fact was foremost in his mind.
"Did I hear correctly….Ice and her Siblings are Abraham's children?"
Chaos' answer was short. "YES!" The demon was holding back a lot more information…Valentine had been a Turk for a reason.
"Come on…I know for a FACT that you could NOT have worked with the man without pumping him for some information. Even if you won't admit it…we are ALOT alike."
He winced as he heard Galian snicker and he felt the dark one pounce. Ah shit…he had NOT meant to let THAT particular thought slip.
"I AM SOOOO GLAD TO HEAR YOU FINALLY ADMIT THAT!"
Vincent gave vent to a soft much put upon groan….
"I couldn't possibly get you to forget that I said that… could I?"
"FAT CHANCE! STILL… I DID GAIN QUITE A BIT OF INFORMATION FROM THE OLD WOLF." The demon sounded a little indignant. "I DID NOT HAVE TO…PUMP….HIM…AS YOU ACCUSED! GIVE ME SOME CREDIT FOR HAVING A LITTLE CLASS! ABRAHAM WAS MORE THAN WILLING TO FILL IN A LOT OF THE GAPS THAT GALIAN HAS IN HIS MEMORY! I JUST…LISTENED… IN!"
"Oh…so you eavesdropped then…that is SOOO much classier than… pumping… him for info."
The gunslinger smirked as he felt his eldest demon squirm.
"SHUT UP…VALENTINE!"
Vincent slipped his good hand behind his head, pleased with the fact the he could now move with very little discomfort. He could tell by the cadence of Chaos' words that the demon would spill at any moment. Sure enough….
"YES…THE LITTER THAT HOJO ALTERED WAS ABRAHAM'S LAST. THE IRONY HERE IS…THAT SHINRA HAD CAPTURED EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO CREATE. HE JUST DID NOT KNOW IT. IF HOJO HAD JUST LET BE AND CONCENTRATED ON SUBVERTING AND TRAINING THE WEREWOLF PUPS HE HAD KIDNAPPED, HE WOULD HAVE HAD HIS PERFECT WARRIORS!
Vincent arched a brow and just waited. When he did not ask the expected question Chaos grumbled a little and not being able to stand himself…(Lets face it…the mighty being did have a little bit of a gossipy streak and he NEVER had any way to really let it out!) he continued.
"THE FAMILY…IT SEEMS… STARTED OUT AS A DECLINING RACE OF LONG LIVED, WOLVISH FOREST FOLK WHO WERE VERY ATTUNED TO MOTHER GIA, JUST AS THE CETRA WERE. WHEN THE GREAT CALAMITY FELL, THE CETRA WERE ILL EQUIPPED TO FIGHT HER. THEY WERE NOT A WARRIOR RACE. IN ORDER TO SAVE THEMSELVES AND THE PLANET…THE WOODS PEOPLE AGREED TO BE… ALTERED. THE CETRA AND THE PLANET MORPHED THEM INTO LIVING….WEAPONS. THEY FOUGHT ALONG SIDE THE CETRA IN ORDER TO DEFEAT JENOVA. WHEN THE BATTLE WAS OVER…THEY RETURNED TO THEIR FOREST WAYS, CONTENT TO WATCH AS THE CETRA DECLINED AND HUMANS BECAME THE DOMINANT RACE."
Here Valentine frowned and he again turned to watch the sleeping elder.
"That doesn't make sense. With what I have seen, if they wanted…and had moved soon enough…WE would not be the dominant race on Gia!"
The demon rumbled softly, pleased that he had finally gotten his Host to engage in the conversation.
" UM HUM…. RIGHTLY SO! BUT ABRAHAM'S GRANDFATHER, THE FOUNDING ALPHA OF THE FAMILY, REALIZED THAT THEY COULD NOT COMPETE WITH THE HUMAN RACE'S PROCREATION RATE. THEY LOST MANY IN THE WAR AGAINST JENOVA. THEY WERE AND STILL ARE VERY FEW IN NUMBERS. EVEN THOUGH THE FAMILY ARE LONG LIVED…OR MAYBE BECAUSE OF IT, THEIR BIRTHRATE IS VERY LOW WITH A HIGH INCIDENT OF LETHAL BIRTH DEFECTS. THE FIRST ONES KNEW THAT THEY HAD A BETTER CHANCE OF SURVIVING AS A RACE, AS SHADOWS…GHOSTS IN THE FOREST. OH…SOME WORD OF THEM GOT OUT EVERY NOW AND THEN, THIS WAS THE BASIS FOR YOUR WEREWOLF LEGENDS. STILL..DUE TO RIGID LAWS AND A HIERCHY SET IN STONE…PLUS THE CAREFUL PLACEMENT OF INDIVIDUAL…WATCHERS, SUCH AS GRIFFIN, THEY MANAGED TO REMAIN UNDISCOVERED UNTIL YOUR FATHER ROOTED THEM OUT WITH HIS RESEARCH. BEFORE THIS…THE FAMILY TOOK VERY LITTLE INTEREST IN THE POLITICS OF MAN. THE LOSS OF ABRAHAM'S SUCCESSOR AND HIS LIFEMATE DROVE HOME THE FACT THAT THEY COULD NOT AFFORD TO CONTINUE WITH THIS POLICY."
Ruby glinted in the dying firelight as the ex-Turk blinked. His weary body was demanding that he too should rest. Still, the gunman studied Abraham's aquiline features. Even at rest…there was untold strength in the strong bone structure and it was etched into every handsome line. How did the Alpha male do it? He could not IMAGINE the weight of the long borne responsibilities that were sitting on that sleeping man's shoulders. Long fingered, fine skinned hands twitched as some dream disturbed the old wolfs rest.
"He said he was weary…Chaos…weary in such a way that only you would understand. What did he mean?"
For a moment the demon was silent and then he very softly continued.
“WHEN ONE'S LIFE SPANS MILLENIA, JUST THE ACT OF CONTINUING ON CAN BECOME…TEDIOUS. YOU..UNFORTUNATELY…MAY HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN.
ONLY ONE BLOOD SON OF ABRAHAM'S HAS HAD THE POTENTIAL TO BECOME THE NEXT PATRIARCH. WHEN SHINRA "KILLED" GALIAN AND KIDNAPPED ABRAHAM'S MATE, THE PATRIARCH'S LINE OF SUCCESSION WAS BROKEN. I BELIEVE THAT HE AND HIS LOVE WERE LIFEBONDED. THE OLD WOLF WILL NOT TAKE ANOTHER MATE. INSTEAD OF JUST BEING ALLOWED TO FADE AWAY AS HE DESPERATELY WANTED TO AFTER HIS LOSS …ABRAHAM HAS BEEN FORCED TO EXTEND HIS EXISTENCE PAST WHAT HE FEELS IS BEARABLE. THE PATRIARCH CONTINUES ON BECAUSE HE HAS NO CHOICE…. THE FAMILY DEPENDS HEAVILY ON IT'S ALPHA'S LEADERSHIP, WITHOUT HIS BLOODED SON TO ASSUME HIS RESPONSIBILITIES, ABRAHAM KNOWS HIS PEOPLE WILL FINALLY FADE. THE OLD WOLF DESPERATELY WANTS TO …REST…. BUT THERE IS NOW NO ONE TO TAKE HIS PLACE."
The rough voice deepened and Chaos added this as almost an afterthought.
"IF ALL THAT YOU HOLD DEAR IS… AND WILL BE… LOST, AND THERE IS NO HOPE…WELL…EXISTENCE THEN BECOMES AN UNENDING TORTURE."
"But…Galian isn't…"
"DON'T GO THERE….I HAVE BEEN SUPPRESSING THE BEAST…HE DOES NOT NEED TO KNOW WHAT HIS DIMINISHMENT HAS CAUSED. THE OLD ONE LOVES HIS SON, BUT GALIAN IS SO DAMAGED THAT HIS RESURRECTION BRINGS ABRAHAM NO HOPE."
Mother Gia…Vincent bit his lips until he tasted the copper of blood, trying not to scream….Mother FUCKING Gia….he could not even blame Hojo for this one…ALL of this, EVERYTHING traced back to his father! Grimiore had set this in motion…when Abraham finally exhausted his every resource and gave up, the Valentine bloodline would have helped to create, not a litter but a whole RACE of doomed orphans. They would have succeeded at genocide where Shinra had failed. GODS…. Would this litany of sins ever cease?!
A cool hand grasped his chin.
"STOP!"
The Patriarch's voice was layered with the thunder of dominance.
It was like a reflex he could not control…the gunman instantly relaxed his jaw, removing his sharp teeth from the soft flesh they were clamped into. DAMN…that reflexive obedience could become a serious problem! It was a shame the Alpha could not control his thoughts as thoroughly…the gunman's mind continued to scream no…no…no…, writhing in its’ guilt at the undeniable fact that there was no penance that could atone for this heinous sin. Even with Chaos trying to shut it down, the man's mind was ripping his sanity to shreds. Frantic crimson eyes flashed open only to be pinned and held by calm steel that heated up with a molten glow as one long fingered hand stroked through the raven hair. Chaos stepped out of the way, being sure to block ALL internal escape routes, as this time, when Abraham exerted his dominance, it was gentle but inexorable.
"Sleep…."
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The Patriarch had been yanked out of a restful sleep by the scent of pain and blood, plus the oddly muffled keen that had made it passed his suppose to be sleeping ward's bitten lips. The crimson gaze that he managed to catch and hold was so filled with mental anguish that the Valet reacted out of instinct, drawing on reserves that were all but spent.. His son's Host was a mere breath away from breaking. Thankfully, those black lashed lids fluttered shut and the lean body relaxed into sleep at his command. His strong fingers remained entangled in the tormented man's silky hair as Abraham pulled his own sleep muddled wits together.
"What in the nine HELLS caused that?"
He really did not expect an answer to the softly murmured question and could not control his slight flinch when hot golden eyes opened and the head under his hand turned. Abraham was a strong and ancient being…BUT….the one that looked out at him from Valentine's eyes was by far the elder.
"THAT…..WAS MY FAULT. THIS WHOLE SITUATION HAS PUT A REAL STRAIN ON VINCENT'S ..UMMM…STABILITY AND I MAY HAVE UNWITTINGLY PUSHED HIM OUT OF THE VERY FRAGILE MENTAL BALANCE THAT HE MANAGES TO MAINTAIN."
Abraham just held the demon's gaze and one grizzled brow quirked up in question.
Chaos growled softly.
"MOTHER GIA….IS THAT GENETIC?"
The elderly Werewolf poured himself a little cognac and settled back into his chair. His response was short, to the point and oddly…. familiar…..
"Explain…"
"HA….AND VALENTINE THINKS HE GETS ALL OF HIS WEIRD LITTLE QUIRKS FROM ME!"
Abraham had seen and experienced much in his very long life but the tale that this ancient lord laid at his feet had him shaking with sorrow and rage by the time the deep voice ground to a halt. The old wolf said nothing for a very long time. The fact that Valentine's father had brought all of this to pass was not news to him. Abraham had learned a hard lesson and it had taken him time, but he now had his ways of receiving information as to what was going on in the human world. The Turk's were NOT alone!
The Patriarch sipped his liquor as he turned the facts over in his mind. Even though the protocols for adding a member to the Family were rigid and many criteria had to be met…the Alpha still had been pressed on several occasions to euthanize a True Changeling who had been "broken" by the stress brought upon their minds by the Change. Not all could cope with suddenly not being entirely human. The ancient wolf was very aware as to what anger, hate, torture and most of all, what GUILT could do to the fragile human psyche. Add having several other personalities unwillingly grafted into your mind and …well… it was a wonder this fragmented man could function at all!
Abraham sighed and looked up only to find that disconcerting amber gaze intently watching how he had folded one arm over the other, and one hand drummed a soft rhythm as he was thinking. His restless fingers quit their tapping as the demon hastily wiped the slight smirk off of Valentine's sleeping mouth.
"Will the boy be okay…?"
"HMPH…THE BOY… HASN'T BEEN OKAY FOR A VERY LONG WHILE…BUT THROUGH HIS DREAMS, I CAN PROBABLY BRING VINCENT'S MENTAL BALANCE BACK TO SOME KIND OF EQUILIBRIUM."
Abraham finished his drink and nodded thoughtfully,
"I hope that you can,…we are going to need ALL that he is before this is finished."
As the Chaos glow dimmed and Valentine's thick lashed lids closed, the Old Wolf also settled back, hoping to regain some peace so he could rest a little more before they were needed down in the lab.
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As a vet tech Marion had done her share of all-nighters…but never had she been this exhausted. The woman did not know how much time had passed since they were brought to this house of horrors but she estimated it at maybe twenty four hours. She had been with Ice most of this time…monitoring the recovering female's condition. It had been a very tough shift as Ice had not looked at her once the whole time. The Vet did not blame the grieving mother….the Doctor had washed her hands so often they were raw…but still felt she could not get the little kit's innocent blood off of them. Marion had been absurdly grateful, when she and Ice were returned to their cell…even those thin pads looked good when you were this tired. Marion did not blame the grieving Ice when the female would not even look in her direction as she crawled under her pad. Of Yuffie…there was no sign, although a small amount of blood on her designated pad showed that she had been here.
It seemed that Marian had just sunk into oblivion when hard hands clamped a cruel grip on the back of her neck. The struggling woman was just getting her wits about her when Titan practically threw her back into the lab. When the Vet saw Duprey….he gave her a grim smile…
"Just for future reference…it is NOT a good idea to piss Angel off! Oh well…." the burly man shrugged and casually started unbuttoning his lab coat…. "Your fuck (oh… pardon the pun…hehehe) up is my….pleasure!"
The coat was folded neatly and set on a chair. Blunt fingers dropped to release the man's belt.
Marion turned to run…right into Titan's massive form. The big male's hand encircled her throat, closing off her air. Her kicks and struggles made no impression and as her vision faded she heard the scientist murmur…
"Now Titan…don't damage her throat…we WANT to be able to hear her scream!"
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When the young woman managed to clear her senses a little she found herself straddling a chair AND Duprey's naked lap. Her feet has been tied to the legs of the chair. Her arms were drawn around the scientist's heavy muscled body in a parody of a passionate embrace and her hands were tightly secured to the chair's back. There were several I.V.'s inserted in her inner forearm and the Vet had a serious panic attack when she recognized the drugs being dripped into her veins. One was to treat shock….one was to counteract blood loss and the other was a stimulant. With THAT particular combination there would be no escape by passing out.
Mother Gia! Marion struggled against her bonds, drawing a purr of pleasure from the sadistic bastard under her as her movements rubbed her buttocks against his thighs and ground her pelvis foreword, squeezing his eager flesh between them. A flicker of movement caught her eye and the Vet tried to pull her hands and feet clean OFF as she saw the thin lashed whip that Titan carried. The beast was watching her struggle, avid lust reflected through his yellow gaze as his talon-ed fingers twitched on that wicked looking lash. The woman had little time to anticipate as the man tightened his fingers in her hair and thickly growled….
"You know when…. Titan."
Bernard forced her head forward and he crushed hard lips to hers. Marion instinctively resisted, locking her mouth closed in order to keep his intruding tongue out. but as the first sharp cut of the thin whip that the Black wielded sliced across her unprotected back, her lips jerked open in shock allowing the man entrance. As the whip hissed and fell, cutting an intricate pattern into her thin skin, Duprey stroked the twitching, writhing body with his free hand and eagerly drank the struggling woman's screams.
Marion did not know how long this went on but when the sharp crack of the lash …quit….bright blood was streaking down her sides and both her and Duprey's legs were crimson with it. Ruby also slicked up the friction between their bellies as the scientist had marred the white flesh of her neck and breasts with deep bite wounds. Still…the man had not finished his torture. Marion had known when she hit the room that she was going to get raped. As she sucked in great sobbing breaths she felt a moments hope as the small form of Angelique appeared and began loosening the bonds on her hands.
"Tsk…tsk…my dear… this looks terribly uncomfortable."
Her feet were released next and the grandmotherly woman smiled as she helped Duprey turn the shaking victim's body on his lap.
Marion arched and moaned as the man ran a hot tongue over and into one of the whip scores that had been opened on her back. The scientist murmured….."sweet…" as his fingers traced down the bloody welts, re-awakening a path of fire. Those same bloody fingers slipped down to explore between the cheeks of her ass and Marion could not stop her sobs as Angel brought her bruised wrists up and rebound them behind the seated researcher’s neck.
The Vet came from a very rough part of the city and she had done what she could in her mind to prepare herself for this sick brute's ultimate intrusion. She was NOT prepared when Angelique loaded her fingers with lube and slipped her slender hand between the trapped captive's trembling thighs. The older woman brushed the soft nether lips and then went on to the entrance that Bernard was stroking. Marion had managed not to beg up until now. As one of the man's coarse fingers pushed painfully into her she could not stop her scream as she frantically shook her head…
"Please…NO…don't…PLEASE!"
Angel patted her thigh and again brushed her on the way out with blood and lube slicked fingers.
"Now…now… specimen M…Duprey has no choice…WE are saving THAT for something…special."
The old woman took the whip from Titan…
"You should NEVER have crossed me dear…"
The great black grinned wickedly, exposing knife like fangs. Warm breath brushed Marion’s cold sweat covered face as the beast’s powerful hands slid under her rump and Titan lifted her so that Duprey could position himself under her. The man's deep HMMMM blended with the Vet’s screams as her body weight settled her down on his thick, hard length. The torturer had purposely not prepared her virgin body for this and he supported her some as inner muscles clenched in agony, instinctively trying to stop the penetration. Hard hands then tightened on her hips and with a soft grunt, the man pulled her down tight, burying himself as far as he could. Marion's shredded back bowed in his arms as her vision sheeted to white. The agony as thin tissue stretched and then tore should have allowed her to faint, but the drugs they were feeding her kept her awake and aware of every little movement the man made. Duprey just held for a moment, sliding himself slowly in and then back, enjoying the woman’s struggles and the pleasure that her muscles clamping down around him caused. Marion had managed to get her screams under control when the heavily breathing man nuzzled into her wet neck, ran his hands up her arms and pulled her back into an arch against him. This left her soft belly and breasts fully exposed.
"Hmmmm"
The man forced a moan out of his victim by grinding himself a little deeper into her jerking body. Hot blood began to pool under their sweating bodies.
"So tight…nnnnn… so sweet….any time your…ah…. ready Angel!"
As the whip flicked out with exquisite precision, marking new bleeding lines across tender flesh, the young woman twisted and bucked, tearing her insides as she tried to get away from the fire outside…at the same time… the sadist under her thrust himself hard into that clenching, bleeding passage, groaning with pleasure as he stoked the raging fire inside. The Vet's world narrowed down to one of unrelenting agony and throat tearing screams.
By the time Duprey reached his shuddering climax, Marion thought she had no voice left. She could only moan as she was untied, then ruthlessly lifted off of her torturer‘s softening length. When they strapped her to a heavy exam table she only had the strength to whimper as it pressed against her ravaged back. The world was spinning and the Vet knew that she was suffering from serious blood loss. The stabbing agony in her lower belly told the physician in her that she was badly damaged internally and a part of her prayed that they would just let her die. The blood coated Duprey strapped her hands and feet down, spreading her wide. Marion squirmed weakly ignoring the fire in her back as she sobbed hysterically.
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"No more…please… n-n-n-o more!" The little Vet jerked and her eyes widened in surprise as the warmth of a Cure flowed through her.
"There, there dear….all better I think? Hmmm? We wouldn't want any open wounds when your chosen suitor arrives. Shhh…. Shhh…it's okay….Bernard is done with you."
Marion could not stop her tears…. then she bit her lips as Angel again stroked her trembling leg, her hand parting soft petal lips to apply a liberal amount of lubricant. The researcher gave her victim a very nasty smile.
"I promised I would not give you to Titan…" Marion moaned in relief as Duprey and that great beast left the lab. Dr. Destinie lightly patted the nearest tear and blood streaked cheek.
"BUT….I never said anything about NOT giving you to Shadow!"
The "good" Doctor forcibly turned her head so she could watch and Marion found out that…. YES…she could still scream as the OTHER black brother stalked into the room.
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Griffin was checking Whisper's vitals when a soft moan from the other bed drew his attention. As he hurried over he caught the flash of glazed green as the Turk tried to drag himself up to consciousness. The wounded man was aware enough that he snarled when he realized that his wrist's were still restrained.
"Yo…Whisper…Rude….Hnnn….anyone?"
The bartender moved around to where the red head could see him.
"I am here… Reno…do you need something for the pain?"
Reno turned his head slightly
"…Hmmmm…naw," One long finger twitched towards his legs. "Guess tha was pretty bad…can't feel em!"
Before the Were could formulate an answer the pale face shifted and arched back a little…. looking….
"Man…Whisper?"
Griffin patted the trapped hand.
"Whisper is still with us. Because of his youth we cannot HEAL him as we are doing with you…but….he is holding his own so far."
Thin blue shadowed lids covered the green and a single tear followed the path of one red tattoo. A wry smile twisted the Turk's pale lips and he slitted one eye to slyly study his tender.
"YO….bartender…surgeon?" A red brow shot up.
Griffin could not stop the smile that twitched his tired mouth up, the redhead was incorrigible!
"Hey…when one lives almost forever…you tend to find THINGS to do that interest you. Lets just say my tastes are…varied."
This was received by a soft snort, the man's small smile was replaced by a slight grimace.
"DAMN…yo bartender…it is HOT in here. I could use a drink!"
Reno had closed his eyes again and he did not see as Griffin subtly sniffed…it was not infection that was driving the Turk's temp up. The Second made a bee line for the in-house intercom.
"Abraham….you are needed down in the labs."


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