Reflections Part Four~ Trauma

By goldvee

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Warning: The following story depicts extreme abuse

The sound of the fluorescent lights buzzes in the air.  One by one they come on, painting the room in their harsh white light.  There were no windows, no color, and there was no way to tell the time.  Grey tones splotch the four surrounding walls as if they had been painted over numerous times with very little care.

A little monochrome cabbit lays along the cold concrete floor, striped of all of his clothing.  His eyes begin to open, vision blurred and blotted from a mixture of tears and darkness tearing at the edges of his peripherals.  “Ugh..” Innes groans, bringing a paw up to shield his eyes from the blinding light beating down on him.  He lies there on his back as everything slowly starts to come into frame.

Innes turns his head slightly to see a red striped housecat bound up in several strings of rope, hogtied and stripped of all of his clothing as well.  A gag covers his mouth, preventing the kitty from speaking.  The cabbit makes eye contact with his friend, seeing the tears in his eyes while he struggles in his restraints. Innes tenses up at the sight, his breathing becoming short as he breaks out in a cold sweat. “Lori!” he screams, scrambling onto his feet to try and run over to help him.  Although the moment he stood he was yanked back by his hair. “Eek!”

A tall rabbit towers over the naked monochrome cub, pulling him back again by his hair.  The little kit squeals and reaches up to grab Ashley’s arm so she’d stop pulling.  “W-why.. Why is Lori here..?” Innes asks in a pitiful sounding voice. A few tears rolled down his cheeks as implications and scenarios began to race through his mind.  The little cub could feel his heart ready to beat out of his chest as he starts to try and fight.

“Hey!” Ashley yells down at the cabbit, shaking him by the grip she had “Behave or else I’ll take it out on your friend,” she growls.  The girl watches as those little paws stop fighting and just fall to the cabbit’s sides while he continues to cry.  “Got it?” she asks in a stern tone, tightening her grip, intent on causing the child pain.  After a few moments the crying child lets out a scared sounding “Y-yes m-ma’am..” just before the the rabbit lets go of his head with a shove.  “Good, now stay put.”

Innes glances down at his friend on the floor.  His heart breaks as he makes eye contact with him.  He could see the fear in his friend’s eyes for the first time. “P-please.. Please l-let Lori go..” Innes begs to the rabbit.  She just scoffs at him though.  The woman dips a paw into her jacket and pulls out a switchblade.  Both of the kits look in fear as the woman flashes the knife in front of them.  She twirls it in her fingers a few times until she felt that the two were sufficiently intimidated.

“Ceil.” The woman utters, and within moments a maned wolf appears behind the tall rabbit.  With all of the panic over Lori the cabbit had completely forgotten about him.  The wolf was almost as tall as the rabbit.  He was still dressed in the same bus driver uniform from earlier that day. “Here.” Ceil speaks, passing Ashley a handful of notes.  “That’s everything plus the deposit.  Just as discussed.”

The little cabbit stands there, glancing up to the wolf and the rabbit then back to his friend. Thoughts begin to race through his head about what he should do.  He notices the knife tucked between the rabbit’s fingers while she thumbs through the notes.  “Wow, you weren’t kidding.” the woman says with a bit of amusement before stuffing the money into her pocket and pointing the tip of her knife towards the tied up kitten.

Lori’s eyes go wide as he looks at the blade, then back to Innes, and eventually up to Ashley.  He struggles in his restraints again, managing to loosen them a little while the rabbit starts to speak.  “Alright...  Here’s the deal.” The woman announces, “Innes is all paid for.. You can do your.. Thing or whatever.. I don’t care.” she says with a shrug before continuing.  “Florance down there however..” she pauses, making eye contact with the struggling kid.  “Some rules.. “ she mentions before passing the knife to the wolf and walking past the cabbit.  The girl kneels down in front of the now still kitten, “If you cut his bindings, I’m keeping your deposit for him.. But if you can make him struggle out of them on his own..” she trails off with an evil smirk “He’s on the house.”

Ashley grips the kitten’s chin and stares into his watery eyes.  “Struggle if you want to help your friend.” she whispers before standing up and walking past him.  “You’ve got two hours.” Ashley mentions, flipping a switch on her way out of the isolated room.  She shuts the only door in the room behind her and clicks a lock afterwards.  The maned wolf glances around  the area to see the various cameras on the walls begin to flash red.

The realization dawns on the little cabbit as he watches his best friend lay on the ground, paralized by fear.  He looks to the kitten, barely managing to hold back his own tears. “L-lori.. P-please just stay there..” Innes whimpers as he makes his way over to the maned wolf and starts to tug at his pants, undoing the button on them and pulling at the zipper.  All he gets from him is a glare however.

“What?  You’re actually going to behave this time?” Ciel asks before striking the cabbit with the back of his hand, hard enough to knock him off of his feet.  Innes screams as he falls to the concrete floor with a loud thud. “A-AAH!!” his voice echoes throughout the room before he manages to recompose himself.  “I..I d-don’t understand..” he squeaks out while he struggles to pick himself up off of the ground, bringing himself onto his knees after a few moments while the wolf gets undressed.

The wolf tucks the little blade back into its casing before attaching the holster onto his shirt collar.  He stands there seeming amused while he watches the kit struggle to get up. While Innes tries his very best, he could not hold back his tears after getting hit in front of Lori. He had to be obedient if he didn’t want to get the kitten involved.  By the time he manages to get back onto his feet the wolf had discarded his clothes from the waist down.  The cabbit sees Ceil’s pulsing red shaft on display, and the sight alone was enough to make him wince.

“Hey faggot, your ‘best friend’ is over here!” Ceil calls out to the kit, grabbing him by his black hair before shoving the cabbit’s face into his crotch.  The powerful musk of the adult floods his nose as he begins to tear up again.  Innes beings to ball up his paws into fists as he just lays against the wolf.  “Hey.. Hey!” the wolf calls down to the kit, pulling him back while he rips the buttons down his shirt.  The tall male looms over the cabbit, almost doubling him in size.  All of his fur was the same reddish orange, aside from some black tufts around his crotch along with some matching gloves and socks.  Innes looks up, locking eyes with the adult’s, seeing a burning desire hidden behind those deep red eyes.  

A jolt of anger rushes through the wolf as he sees the cabbit simply open his mouth.  He taps his length against the kit’s cheek while he watches those violet eyes stare up at him.  He stands there for a moment or two before moving his gaze to the trapped kitten’s.  Another smirk crawls onto his face as an idea pops into his head. “Turn around.” Ceil orders, and the cabbit does so without question.  The wolf grabs a handful of that black hair and tugs on it hard enough to make the poor kid scream, just as Ashley had done.  Again Innes’ paws reach up to grab at the arm holding his hair.  “There’s that fight!” The wolf exclaims with a few laughs.

Tears again began to run down the naked cabbit’s face while he was put on display for the terrified kitten.  It wasn’t long before he was shoved forward and planted face down into the cold concrete, mere inches front of Lori.  The kitten starts to struggle while the cabbit cries, muffled sounds escaping his gagged mouth.  “L-lori don’t..” Innes whines.  His protests are met with reprimand very quickly however as the wolf lifts the cub’s head just enough to bash it back into the floor, making Innes scream once more.

The little monochrome kit’s vision doubles as he was able to taste blood running down from his nose.  His body starts to tremble in fear now, especially once he felt his long, thin tail being gripped at its base.  “W-w-wait!!” he squeals out, knowing the intentions of the wolf behind him.  The cabbit was held to the floor under the adult’s weight, unable to move or struggle.  The two boys make eye contact and convey their fears for a brief moment before Innes begins to yell in pain!

The little cabbit could feel the wolf pushing himself under his tail without any form of lubrication to help.  The pain gives the kit the need to reach out for something to hold onto, something to grip.  The monochrome cub grips Lori’s shoulder and sniffles as his tail was yanked, “I-it hurts..” he whimpers while that cock under his black tail was pushed so hard that it bent.  The maned wolf wasn’t done trying though even though it caused him a fair bit of discomfort as well.  Ceil continues to yank on that tail like a handle while his other moves to grip cabbit’s left leg, tugging it back as well until he suddenly popped inside.

The little cub’s voice cracks right away and he lets out a soundless scream while the wolf grunts behind him.  Lori looks on in horror, unable to say or do anything while he watches the friend he had tried to protect scream for his life.  The housecat squirms again in his bindings, feeling them loosen while his friend’s paw squeezes his shoulder.  As he struggles the ties holding his limbs together become looser and looser.

The wolf loses his grip from that black lion-like tail and grabs the cabbit by his right leg instead. He pulls the cabbit back against his whole body while pinning the kit under the adult’s weight, already pushing his fat bulb against that already painfully stretched hole “A-AHH.. S-STOP STOP!!” the cabbit yells, breaking under the intense pain.  Innes finds himself unable to keep up his act and begins to sob in front of the kitten made to watch him.  “LORI!!” he shouts out into the air while a tremble runs all throughout his tiny frame.  The wolf behind him just laughs however. “‘Bout time.. He always cries for you after I break him.” the wolf growls in between the sobbing and the shouts.  The cabbit screams out for Lori again, interrupting the wolf as that knot was forcefully pushed into that ring with no lubricant to help it go in.

“He always thinks you’ll come in and rescue him I bet~” the wolf says, almost mockingly as he looks right into the kitten’s eyes while tears start to pool on the concrete flooring below the cabbit.  “Now here you are.. Just sitting here and watching.” Ceil finishes before giving both of those little legs a hard yank, making the little cabbit squeal in pain as that knot was forced inside of him.  “L-lori.. H-help m-me..” the cabbit whines afterwards, his voice cracked and his breath short while his body shakes under the adult.

The adult groans as he leans over the monochrome boy, pinning him down underneath his all of his weight while he grinds himself inside.  His ears perk as he hears those pathetic mewls and whines, cries and begs from the broken child he had buried himself inside.  “Music to my ears.” he groans while he begins to hump deep inside of the stuck boy. Meanwhile the cabbit continues to plead for his friend, unable to even see through his tears as his body was torn apart from the inside.

Lori tries to yell to his friend, to yell for help. The gag around his mouth however prevents anything intellable from getting out. The kitten shakes with rage and fear as he hears Innes scream out to him over and over.  He couldn’t sit there and keep watching.  He couldn’t let Innes down, not after everything he’d promised. Not while he was begging for help right in front of him. He had to help somehow. He had to do something. He had to do anything. He had to save his friend.

The house cat starts to thrash in his restraints and after just moments the rope tying his limbs together snaps apart.  “LORI!” he hears Innes scream out again.  He was free.  He could help.  However, as he stands, one of Ceil’s hands grip the kitten by his neck and squeezes down hard.  “Got’cha.” the maned wolf laughs as he chokes the other boy with intent to break him as well. 

The kitten brings both of his paws up to grab at the powerful hand around his neck. Loud muffled screams breach the gag in his mouth as he’s lifted off of the cold floor.  Lori kicks his legs as he’s brought up, holding onto that arm for dear life while the world around him starts to spin.  All he could hear was Innes screaming for his help while a sick grin makes its way back onto the wolf’s face.  The cat screws his eyes shut as hard as he could, “Please.. Stop.. Please.. Stop.. Please..” he could barely think. He just wanted it all to end.

“LORI!” he hears his friend call out, “LORII!” he hears again, his eyes clamped shut as he tries to block everything out. He feels a pulling on his chest and the noise begins to fade with the darkness.  He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even move.  Another tugging on his chest makes him crack open his tear soaked eyes.  His arms reach upwards and wrap around his neck.  His breathing rapid.  His heart pounding in his ears.

His vision was blurred from his tears but he couldn’t see anything.  He couldn’t feel anything. He couldn’t hear anything.  The little kitten begins to panic even further before feeling another tug on his chest.  His arms drop down to find a gray furred arm around him.  “Mmh.. Hey.. Are you okay Zappy..?” a familiar voice calls out to him.  “Z-zappycat..?” the red housecat mewls, quickly bringing a paw up to his face.  There was no gag, no hand, no restraints. “J-jazz?” the red tabby asked, sounding rather scared.

Jazz gently squeezes his friend again, trying to keep him close so he didn’t fall from the bed. “Hey.. Hey.. Did you have a bad dream?” the coon boy asks, resting against the wall behind them both.  The cat rests there in the stillness for a few moments “I.. I don’t want to talk about it..” Zap finally mutters out.  Although no one could see it Jazz gave his friend a concerned look, “A-are you sure?” the coon asked again.  Moments pass as the housecat begins to calm down.  “I’m sure.. “ Zap finally says, scooting back against his friend.

A tremble runs throughout Zap’s body as he feels something stiff against him.  “Ahah.. Sorry, it uh.. Does that when I sleep.” Jazz says sounding a bit embarrassed. Zap lays there wordlessly however, still shaking. “Please.. Stop..” Zap whispers under his breath, resting his paw on his friend’s, fingers intertwining with the coon’s before he gave a gentle squeeze.  “Hey.. You don’t have to talk about it..” Jazz says after a moment, sensing the distress in his friend shaking in his arms.  “You’re safe right here..” Jazz mentions, just trying to help the other teen calm down.  The cat boy does his best to keep himself from crying even more at the sentiment while he was gently squeezed again.  “T-thank you..” he whispers back to his friend before gently snuggling back against him in that tiny little bed.