House Cat [temporarily complete]

c.h.a.p.t.e.r t.w.e.n.t.y e.i.g.h.t


Isiel had been so wrapped up in appreciating his little excursion that he barely had time to register the erratic sounds behind him before they ground to a halt beside him. All he felt was a sharp pain across the back of his head and hands grasping at his arms before the corners of his vision began to fade and with one final, muted impact upon the car seats he lost his grip on consciousness.

\"Is he awake yet?\"

\"Looks like he\'s coming around. Make sure the ropes are tight.\"

\"Get me some water.\" The sound of shoes across pavement... the cool, damp air of a dark basement somewhere. Footsteps returning, then the icy splash of water across the face of the neko they\'d stripped naked and tossed on the floor after tying his hands and feet.


Isiel\'s lashes fluttered, but when the frigid water hit his face his eyes snapped open and he glanced around the chilled room from beneath wilted strands of blonde hair. The bindings upon his wrists and ankles were too secure to even think about breaking and he shifted upon the rough floor, feeling vulnerable and frozen. Yet he remained silent, not giving his captors the satisfaction of any pleas for information or release.


Of the three thugs, the biggest and strongest one moved forward, crouching before the boy and lifting him up by the throat, looking his face over slowly. \"Yeah, this is definitely the one,\" he said in a dark, deadly voice. \"He hasn\'t been marked with the Futamaka Crest yet but there isn\'t another neko in this city stupid enough or ballsy enough to wear men\'s clothes in broad daylight. Hey. Kid. Isiel or whatever the hell your name is. Wake up; we\'ve got some talking to do.\"

He shook Isiel roughly, then dropped him on the cold cement once more. \"We can play nicely or we can play rough. It\'s all up to you,\" the second one leered, running a hand over his own groin slowly as he stared at the boy\'s naked body.

The third leered as well. \"At least this one has a dick; I heard that the first one we killed was some dickless freak. Eiji\'s a sick fuck, taking all these ugly little cats as lovers instead of real women or men.\"

Isiel just stared up at the third anonymous man in horror as his words sank in and a cold, creeping sensation spread over his body as he tried to scramble back across the basement floor until his back hit the wall with a muffled thump. \"You!....it was....\" The frightened expression upon his paling features was slowly replaced by defensiveness and an old anger that had been festering inside him since that fateful day, \"Stay away from me...I won\'t give you anything I swear.\"

\"Give?\" the first laughed, cracking the knuckles in his hands. \"We don\'t want you to give up a thing, little Isiel Futamaka. We don\'t ask for things. We take.\"

\"Yeah,\" three smirked. \"Things like information, dignity, body parts, lives, virginity...\"

\"I think we\'ll be taking all of those things tonight, one way or another,\" the second whispered, licking his lips. \"I bet Eiji has never been fucked. I bet his ass is tight and hot; I bet he groans as I cum inside him before cutting off his head. This little piglet here is the key to getting anything we want; I bet Eiji is on the phone with Master Ido right now.\"

All three laughed like a pack of wolves as the third withdrew his knife and curled his fingers around it, approaching Isiel as he whispered, \"I bet Eiji is selling his body, his soul, his businesses and his houses; his little cat slaves and his whole life just to get this stupid little fuck back. But he won\'t get you back,\" he lilted. \"This little piggy went to market, and he didn\'t come home.\"

\"Mouthy little piggy,\" three laughed, grabbing Isiel by the hair and throwing him facedown, pulling the boy\'s hips into the air and wrenching his tail up, pushing the boy\'s knees apart. \"Ohh, Eiji spoiled you; you\'re barely pink. Not to worry; I\'ll stretch you out good.\" He unzipped his pants and took hold of Isiel\'s cheeks, parting them and ramming his cock forward, sinking it all the way into the tight body and growling with pleasure.

Two licked his lips and moved to Isiel\'s front, taking three\'s knife from him and touching it to the boy\'s lips. \"Now you listen to me; if you so much as nip a little I\'ll cut off your tongue, rip out your teeth and burn your lips off so you can\'t do anything but use your gums on my cock, you understand?\" he hissed, before sliding the knife to Isiel\'s neck and holding it there while drawing out his own thick, hard length and thrusting between the boy\'s lips.

Isiel clutched at the floor, his fingers finding no purchase upon the rough concrete as he felt his body try to recoil from the rough treatment. His heart felt like it would burst at any second as he was thrown unwillingly back into the past when this was commonplace, painful, but such a familiar experience he had found he could deaden his senses to it. Even though he longed to sink his teeth into the choking invasion being rammed down his throat the cold blade against his jugular tempered his spirit and he closed his eyes, blocking everything as best he could.

The first, watching his partners have their fun, decided to have some fun of his own as he leaned down and grabbed hold of Isiel\'s ear, putting his mouth to it and hissing, \"I\'m going to whip you into a more talkative mood, and while I do it, you\'re going to stroke me like you want me. If you stop for even an instant, I\'m going to cut off both your arms. You don\'t need arms to talk, now, do you?\"

He stood back up and undid his pants, pulling out his dark, pulsing erection and grabbing Isiel\'s wrist, wrenching it upwards and holding it to the base of his cock while unclasping the whip at his side and letting it unfurl to the floor. \"Ohh, this is going to be good; I love ripping spoiled little brats to pieces,\" he whispered in a bloody, lustful voice as he lifted his arm and brought it down heavily, the first loud crack of the whip sounding in the room as it lashed across Isiel\'s back.

Isiel\'s fingers constricted around the other man\'s erection as he felt a slice of excruciating pain across his back - one which lingered after the first stroke, stinging enough to make him moan around the turgid length still filling his mouth as his body shuddered. Yet somehow he didn\'t falter despite the pain, humiliation and desperate semblance of control he was clinging to. It would only give them more satisfaction to know how truly terrified he was and how helpless despite his training he felt. If he could just survive this then maybe they\'d kill him once they saw he was of no use to get to Eiji......

A door above opened, and a tall man in a suit stood in the doorway at the top of the stairs. \"Stop,\" a dark voice said slowly, almost sounding annoyed. \"Let him go, you three. Anything you\'ve already done to him, bandage and stitch back up. Eiji is on his way; he said there would be no deals if the kid was marred or hurt.\"

The thugs all looked at each other, then down at Isiel, growling angrily. \"Fuckin pussy,\" two hissed, \"I was going to enjoy disassembling this one. I\'d at least hoped Eiji would hold out until we got to disembowel the kid!\"

\"We\'ll kill him afterwards,\" the first assured quietly. \"When Eiji thinks the deal is going through; Master Ido said that none of them were going to live the day anyhow. Our fun is just a little delayed.\"

Three laughed deep in his chest and pulled out of Isiel, tossing the kid roughly against the wall and zipping his pants back up. \"See you soon then, kid,\" he rumbled with amusement, moving to the stairs.

All three men made themselves presentable, put their weapons away and went up the stairs to their Master, closing and locking the door behind them, leaving Isiel in the pitch blackness, alone in the basement.


Isiel sat up slowly, his body aching and a sickened feeling making his stomach churn so hard for a few moments he felt he might actually be sick. However after taking a few deep, calming breaths he managed to think of something other than his own pain. Eiji had noticed and was coming to barter for him.

All at once he felt stupid, ungrateful and angry at himself and Eiji....if only he just left it alone then he wouldn\'t be putting himself in danger. Carefully he crawled across the floor towards the door in some vain hope of escaping...


Hours passed with Isiel alone in the basement, though every once in a while there was a commotion upstairs.

Finally the door was opened once more, and there was Eiji; he stood in the entrance and looked down at Isiel on the ground before the door. Crouching down immediately, he checked Isiel over everywhere with gentle but strong hands, finding only the whip mark as a sign that his heir had been harmed. \"Isiel... stay quiet,\" Eiji said in a calm voice as always.


\"There, you see?\" the voice of Ido sneered from behind. \"He\'s fully intact. Move, Futamaka; you\'re wasting my valuable time.\"

Eiji stood and nodded, picking up Isiel as he got up and walked down the stairs into the basement. He waited at the foot of the stairs as Ido and his three thugs followed, and Eiji placed Isiel on the floor against the wall some distance away, untying his hands and feet carefully.

Immediately, the three thugs moved to take the ropes that had been binding Isiel, and they tied Eiji at the wrists and ankles instead; the man did not resist.

\"Let the boy go,\" Eiji said quietly, turning to look at the four men when they were done binding him. \"That was the agreement.\"

Ido shook his head. \"No... I think I\'ll change that agreement a little. I\'ll give you a choice. You\'ve already signed everything you own over to me, so the only thing left I want is your spirit. Both of your spirits! You can choose who receives what punishment.\" Isiel was grabbed and lights were turned on in the basement, revealing it to be a torture chamber. Eiji was pushed forward towards a flat cement slab in the middle of the room covered in dried brown paint... possibly blood. Above the pavement hung a chain from the ceiling, and Eiji\'s hands were lifted for him to the chain, where it was wrapped around his wrists and his shirt was torn from his body.

He still did not resist.

Isiel was grabbed and a ball gag was stuffed into his mouth, then he was cuffed at the wrists and hung by them from the ceiling beside Eiji.

\"Now, Eiji. I\'ll still let Isiel go, but I\'m sure you feel some resentment towards him for being the weak link in your reign of terror over this city. I\'ll let you choose, blow for blow, who gets the punishment.\" Ido reached out his hand and the first thug offered up his whip. \"Pick now; you, or Isiel?\"

\"Me,\" Eiji said immediately, a hard glint in his eyes as he tightened his fists and stayed still as the whip was drawn back and cracked across his shoulders, digging right through flesh and sending a fine mist of blood into the air.

His eyes narrowed and his breath left him in a quiet hiss, but Eiji didn’t cry out.

“And again?” Ido asked sadistically.

“Me,” Eiji said again.

Once more, the whip cracked across his broad back, this time ripping flesh open and sending droplets of blood across Isiel’s face and body.

It continued for half an hour; Ido would ask who was to receive the blow, and Eiji would always say ‘me’. By the end of the half hour, Eiji could no longer hold his own head up, and his back was a bloody mess of open flesh and exposed bone that would never heal properly again. At very least he’d have disfiguring scars for the rest of his life—if he lived beyond this night.

Ido sighed tiredly and handed the bloody whip back to his thugs, then took out his Magnum and flicked off the safety before pulling back the hammer. “I suppose I should put you out of your misery, Futamaka,” the old man sighed, running the gun down the side of Eiji’s jaw and caressing under his chin with it. “That really must hurt; but hey, I’m a nice boss—I know my men are aching to have a piece of you. So I’ll leave for a while and come back later. …And whatever happens while I’m not looking isn’t my fault, is it? So I still won’t have broken my promise to you.”

He smiled wickedly and placed the gun on the pavement slab, turning to leave with a wave of his hand. “See you in a while, boys,” Ido purred, heading up the stairs and closing the door behind him with an ominous slam.

Thug number one leered and was the first to make a move towards Eiji, grabbing the man’s thighs and parting them slowly. “I\'ve been wanting to do this for a looooooong time,” he hissed into Eiji’s ear.

The dark-haired man said nothing, looking over to his heir instead, staring at the unharmed Isiel with an unreadable but obviously pained expression. Even though Eiji had no gag, he made no noise as the bastard behind him thrust into him with no preparation and he felt his insides tearing.


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