Sisters by Kinto Mythostian "Fern! Fern, hurry up!" "Wait up, Lily! I'm coming!" I shout. Lily and Honey slow their pace for a moment so that I can catch up. It's a beautiful warm spring afternoon, and for the first time in months Lily and Honey are both home from college for the weekend. It's been far too long since all three of us have been together, and we've been gladly taking advantage of the opportunity to catch up on each other's lives, first over lunch at the local diner and followed now by a leisurely walk home. "Who was that you were talking to back there?" Lily asks. "Nobody..." I mumble. "That was Jasper Callahan and his sister Grace," Honey tells Lily. "Between you and me, I think Fern has a crush on him," she says in a mock whisper. "I do not have a crush on *him*," I grumble honestly, but my sisters only giggle. A massive black luxury sedan cruises slowly past us and draws to a stop at the curb just ahead of us. "Then why were you so eager to talk to them, hmm?" Lily coos, deliberately brushing me with her bushy white-tipped tail and I blush beneath my silver fur. "Lily, don't tease her like that," Honey says, saving me from having to answer. "Excuse me, vixens, but I was wondering if y'all might be able to help me?" the sedan's female driver asks through the rolled-down window as we walk past. "Possibly," Lily answers and the three of us stop walking, "What do you need?" "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost. I'm still new to this area, and I'm trying to find a house I've been told is for sale on Monarch Court. Do y'all know where that is?" Her voice has a gentle, melodic quality, and she speaks with a delightful accent. "Sure," Honey pipes up, "we actually live on Monarch Court. Just keep going on this road and then you're going to want to turn left on... shoot, what street is that?" "That's Tortoiseshell Lane, isn't it?" Lily says. "No, I think Tortoiseshell is the one after that. She wants Swallowtail Lane." "No, Swallowtail Lane will take her to Morpho Street. That's the long way." "I think you're thinking of Swallowtail Street, not Lane." My sisters continue to argue and I step closer to the car. The driver is an adult mouse; she looks especially tiny behind the wheel of the barge-like automobile. Her fine gray fur appears meticulously well-groomed, and her naturally delicate countenance is only marred slightly by a healed-over scar that jaggedly splits her left ear. The driver notices me looking at her. "Do you also live on Monarch Court, darling?" I nod. "We're sisters." "Of course, I can see the family resemblance. Do you suppose if I gave y'all a ride, one of y'all could navigate for me?" "Well..." I hesitate. Something about this mouse doesn't seem quite right to me. "That'd be perfect!" Honey cuts in. "But I thought we were going to walk..." "Oh come on, Fern. Do you really want to walk all the way home?" Lily chides. "It's not *that* far..." My protests fall on deaf ears. Lily is already getting into the front seat and I reluctantly follow Honey onto the back seat of the expansive leather-lined interior. We buckle up and the strange mouse pulls away from the curb again. "So you're new here?" Lily strikes up a conversation. "Mm-hm," the mouse nods, "My job was just transferred here, and it was either follow it or quit. And I'm not a quitter. My name's Pinea, by the way. Pinea Pmonitshin." "It's nice to meet you Pinea. I'm Lily Ferrititani, and these are my sisters Honey and Fern." "Hello, Pinea," Honey greets her. "Hi," I say. "It's a pleasure to meet y'all," Pinea says. "You're going to want to turn up here at the next intersection..." Lily's voice trails off. "Hey, you need to turn here," Honey says; the mouse keeps driving straight. "What are you doing? You missed the turn! Lily, tell her she missed the turn." Lily is completely silent. This is not like her at all. "Lily?" I lean forward and lightly tap my oldest sister on her shoulder; she slumps to the side and snores softly. There's a tufted pink dart sticking out of her neck. I look towards the driver and see the barrel of a gun pointed right at me. Pinea pulls the trigger and I feel a sharp prick as a tranquilizer dart embeds itself in my own neck. "Hey! What's the big idea!?" Honey shouts; she's seen the gun too. I slump back into my seat, the fog of sleep rapidly descending over me, and Pinea shoots Honey with a dart. She seems to be aiming using the rearview mirror; her eyes never appear to leave the road. She must be a good driver. We're in good hands... It can't hurt to take a little nap... I'm so tired... -- I wake up in darkness and discomfort. At least I think I'm awake; I can't see anything. Something is covering my eyes. I feel cold, hard concrete against my naked silver fur; someone has removed all my clothes. Slowly I become more awake and realize that something is seriously wrong. My arms are positioned uncomfortably underneath me, and my shoulder hurts where I'm lying on it. I try to move my hands and pain shoots up my arm; my wrists are bound painfully tight in front of me. More rope connects my wrists to my ankles, which are likewise bound. I try to cry out for help and meet with resistance; there's a muzzle wrapped tight around my snout. I can't see, I can't speak, I can barely move, and everything aches. I'm trying hard not to panic as I reach out with the last sense available to me. I sniff the air and immediately pick up the wonderful, familiar scent of my sisters not far away. Even if I can't see them, I know they're nearby; I find the knowledge reassuring. By flexing my body, I'm able to worm my way across the floor, following my nose until I bump into the prone figure of Honey. I nuzzle her velvety fur and she sniffles and nuzzles me back. Seconds later, Lily joins us. Like me, my sisters appear to be naked, bound, muzzled, and blindfolded. The three of us huddle together in silence on the ground, seeking mutual comfort in each other's presence. Even under the circumstances, I love having the opportunity to snuggle with my sisters, to feel their bare fur in contact with mine. It's been so long since the three of us have cuddled together, since before I was even in middle school. I can't see them, tell them how much I love them, or even pet their fur. Even though I don't know where we are or what will happen next, my fear and confusion are temporarily buried by the joy of this moment. I hear a door somewhere open and then slam shut. "Rise and shine, my vixens!" a melodic feminine voice shouts gleefully, interrupting our tranquil silence. There's the sound of bare feet descending a wooden staircase as the owner of the voice whistles a jaunty tune. Lily whimpers; we all recognize that voice. I have no idea how long we were asleep, but it seems like it was only minutes ago that that same voice was innocently asking us for directions. "Oh my stars, don't y'all look just adorable! All curled up together in a big fluffy pile of fur like that... It's a shame y'all can't see yourselves, y'all look so cute." A hand, presumably Pinea's, pats my head condescendingly. "Well, I suppose I can do something about that." My blindfold is removed and I look up from my horizontal position. Our captor is barely recognizable as the same mouse woman who offered my sisters and me a ride; Pinea's appearance is completely transformed. The mouse's easygoing, amiable expression has been replaced with a broad grin that seems benevolent but nevertheless makes me feel uneasy. Her fine gray fur is mangy, with many small patches of bare skin or gray scar tissue showing through. The scar through her mutilated left ear can now be seen to extend down the side of her whole face, narrowly skirting around her eye. Pinea is mostly naked except for a black leather harness that crisscrosses her chest, curving over her petite breasts and attaching to a belt around her waist; the harness and belt are covered with pockets and hung with tools that jingle when she moves. Another bold scar cuts horizontally across her abdomen, traversing her entire stomach just below her bellybutton; as my gaze drops lower I realize her pink genitals are on bold display. Incongruously, her whole body smells sweetly of lavender shampoo. Beside me I see Lily and Honey lying on the rough concrete floor. Just as I thought, they are also bound and muzzled, but are otherwise unharmed. I watch as Pinea removes their blindfolds. The fear and anxiousness in their eyes is plain to see. I look around, taking in more of our surroundings. The room we're in has no windows, just unadorned cinderblock walls and a rough concrete floor. The center of the floor where we're lying is swept clear, but several old pieces of furniture and large mysterious objects are arranged against the walls, most of them covered in dusty tarps. Off to one side, a rickety wooden staircase rises into darkness. The dim illumination is provided by bare light bulbs that seem to be positioned at random. The ceiling is a tangled web of metal trusses; chains, hooks, and wires dangle about everywhere. Pinea grins at us. "I hope y'all're well rested! I've got a lot planned for today." Honey grunts angrily through her muzzle. "Shh-sh-sh. All will become clear in due time, Honeysuckle." I see Honey's confused eyes widen and I know she's wondering the same thing I am. Honey never goes by her full name, not even on the ID in her wallet; how does Pinea know it? "Let's get y'all up off the floor; this grit can't be good for all that lovely silver fur. Sorry, my vixens, I'm gonna have to break up the sweet little furpile y'all have got going here." Pinea grabs Lily's bound wrists and drags her across the floor; Lily grunts and moans but is helpless to do anything about it. I follow them with my eyes to where a bare light bulb casts a pool of light on the floor and a row of three large metal hooks hang from the ceiling on chains. Pinea pulls a knife out of one of her many pockets and brandishes it so that it shines in the light. Lily moans and shrinks away as best she can, but Pinea only chuckles and uses the blade to cut through the rope attaching Lily's wrists to her ankles. Pinea lifts Lily into a kneeling position and raises my sister's arms above her head to loop her bound wrists over the first hook. Lily whimpers pitifully, her vulpine tail curled between her legs to protect her most vulnerable parts. "You just sit tight right here, Lily, while I go get your sisters, 'kay?" Pinea lightly pats Lily on the cheek; the mouse woman is small enough that she's barely taller than Lily in this position. She strolls back to where Honey and I are still huddled on the floor. Pinea takes Honey next, dragging her over to the hooks and leaving me lying alone on the cold floor. I watch silently as Pinea arranges Honey in the same position as Lily, kneeling with her arms extended above her head, her bound wrists hanging from the hook. When Pinea comes for me, I know what to expect. I don't put up a fight as she pulls me across the floor and lifts me into position; the mouse is a lot stronger than I'd anticipated. This position is not very comfortable for me; I'm shorter than my sisters, but the hooks are all at the same height. With my arms extended far enough to reach the hook it is impossible for me to kneel in as natural a posture as my sisters. Pinea either doesn't notice this, or she simply doesn't care. "Hmm, not quite as cute as before, but oh well. Sometimes sacrifices must be made if we are to move forward," Pinea says, seemingly to herself. She raises her voice and addresses us directly. "Okay, my vixens, let me take those muzzles off of y'all; I know y'all don't like those. Y'all may ask one question each, and I'd appreciate it if y'all don't speak out of turn, 'kay?" The three of us nod. "There's my good little vixens," Pinea smiles. She walks over to Lily and unbuckles the muzzle holding her mouth shut. "Now, what's your question, Lily?" "I don't know who you are, but whatever ransom you want, our parents will pay it. Just please don't hurt us." "Ransom? How quaint! You think I'm holding y'all for ransom. It seems I overestimated you. No, Lily, I don't want y'all's parents' ill-gotten money." "If you aren't after ransom, then... Why are you doing this?" Pinea leans in close to Lily, and speaks in a quiet whisper that is nevertheless heard by all of us, "Satisfaction." Her voice is a raspy hiss, completely unlike the softly accented lilt she's been using up until now. Lily shivers as Pinea moves on to Honey and removes her muzzle. Pinea's normal voice returns as she speaks, "How 'bout you, Honeysuckle? What would you like to know?" "Who put you up to this? Was it Aizer?" "Aizer? Aizer...hmm... Oh, you must mean Ramble Aizer! The notorious politician whose relentless penchant for underhanded corruption is only matched by the vicious deviousness of his main rival in the senate, the ruthless silver vixen Sycamore Ferrititani! The same senator who also happens to be y'all's mother!" Pinea chuckles, as though she has just said something witty. "That's a fascinating theory, Honeysuckle." "He's gone too far. Let us go right now and if you testify against him, they might not charge you for kidnapping and-" Pinea slaps Honey's cheek, cutting her off mid-sentence. Her voice is curt and sharp as she berates Honey. "Ramble Aizer has nothing to do with this, you stupid, small-minded vixen. I'm not working for anyone, got that? Now please do us all a favor and shut up, Honeysuckle." Honey scowls angrily, but doesn't say anything else. "Let's see what Fern has to say, mm?" Pinea's melodic tone returns as she pulls my muzzle off. I open my mouth wide, taking in deep full breaths for the first time since I woke up here. "If you're not working for anyone, then..." The question is burning in my head; I have to know. "Who are you?" "Have you forgotten already, Fern? I told y'all in the car, I'm Pinea. Pinea Pmonitshin. Although I suppose that doesn't really answer your question; after all I know a lot more about my vixens than y'all know about me." "Why *us*?" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Aren't you an inquisitive little one? I'll indulge your curiosity just this once, Fern, but don't speak out of turn again, 'kay?" There's an inflection in her voice that hints at a barely contained anger; I'm rapidly getting the sense that making Pinea unhappy would be very unwise. I nod meekly. "Because y'all are just too perfect for me," Pinea says gently, tenderly, "I love y'all, and now it's gotten to the point where I can't keep it bottled up inside me anymore. I have to let it out. I need to express it to you. I've been watching my vixens for a while." "You've been stalking us?" Lily says, shocked. Pinea walks over to stand in front of Lily. "Stalking is such an ugly word, Lily. No, I've been studying and admiring y'all, gazing longingly from afar. Having y'all together like this under my control is just wonderful beyond words for me. I know everything about y'all." "Everything?" I ask nervously. If she really knows everything, then she would know about my secret. "Everything, Fern," Pinea smiles at us mischievously. "For example, Lily Ferrititani, you are a student at Heartland University, studying to be a veterinarian. Am I right so far, Lily?" Lily nods. "Unfortunately, your grades have been slipping a bit lately, probably because you and your boyfriend Fortitude have sex at least five times a week. You always make him wear a condom, though, so that's nice." "How- What- How the FUCK do you know that, you psycho?!" Lily shouts. I have never seen Lily this angry. Seeing her like this is as hard for me to accept as the thought of that sleazy scumbag Fort fucking her. "Lily, I would much prefer it if you would refrain from insulting me. When you insult me, it makes me unhappy," Pinea growls, her lilting voice starting to crack. Her right hand strays to one of the pockets on her harness. "You want to keep me happy, Lily, or..." "Or what, you crazy bitch?! I don't know what your--UMPH!" Lily has the wind knocked out of her when Pinea suddenly lashes out and punches her square in the solar plexus. "Or I do things like that, Lily," Pinea's voice is suddenly raspy, rough, and vicious. She massages her knuckles; brass glints around her fingers in the dim light. "Hopefully you've learned something." Lily whines quietly. Pinea moves on to Honey, and her friendly, musical voice returns as though nothing had happened. "Honeysuckle Ferrititani, you always go by Honey because you hate the 'suckle' part of your full name. You go to the College of Whitebird Mountain, and you don't know what you're going to study but that's alright because you're only in your first year. I'm sure you would have eventually found something, Honeysuckle," Pinea scratches Honey's chin playfully as my sister seethes in silence. "In your spare time, you like playing volleyball and seducing naïve tods into having sex with you and then dumping them the next day." Honey snarls furiously and lunges forward. Quick as flash, Pinea's amiable expression is replaced by a mask of rage; she dodges Honey's sudden attack and brings her brass-knuckled fist around to connect with my sister's jaw with a painful crack. Honey yelps sharply and, whimpering, slumps back to her kneeling position. Now Pinea is standing in front of me. I dread what she might know about me more than what she might do to me. I have no idea how she knows so much about my sisters, but I have no reason to doubt her veracity. "Fern Ferrititani, the darling youngest vixen of the Ferrititani family, you are a student at the local private high school, planning on graduating at the end of this year and going to Heartland University next Fall." I nod. "You've never had sex with a tod, but that's alright because you're gay." I have no idea how Pinea knows that; I've never told anyone. Not my parents, not my sisters, not my friends... no one, except a few places on the nets that I always cleared from the browser history when I was done. "That's ridiculous, you bitch!" Lily pipes up, "Fern isn't gay. Tell her, Honey." "Lily, be quiet," Honey says softly. "Fern, you're not... are you?" Lily looks at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. I close my eyes and nod. "I am," I hear myself whisper. I open my eyes and look at Honey. "You knew?" "I... suspected. I figured you'd tell us when you were ready. It's no big deal." I look away shyly. I never imagined my coming out like this. I would have told them someday, really, but I just never knew how to word it. "There, see? That wasn't so bad was it, Fern?" Pinea purrs sweetly as she strokes my pointed ears. "So, Honeysuckle, you say it's no big deal?" "Of course not. Fern's my sister. I love her no matter what. Lily too." Lily hesitates for a moment before nodding. It's just a split second of indecision, but it's enough that I notice. "Well, isn't that sweet? Lily, did you know that Fern has had sexual fantasies about you? Seeing you tied up and naked like this is a dream come true for our little Fern." "What? No, not like this!" I shout, but it's too late. Pinea's poisonous words are already out, hanging in the air. "Fern, that's disgusting! I'm your sister!" Lily looks at me appalled. "Really, Fern?" Honey's tone is gentle. "Sort of. Never seriously. Not like this..." I mumble. The truth is I have had a crush on Lily for years. I've always dreamed of pleasuring her and having her pleasure me, of sharing tender kisses and romantic cuddles, and of making love in joyous naked romps that end with us snuggling blissfully together in mutual afterglow. I would never want to hurt her or tie her up and force her against her will, and yet nevertheless I'm finding myself unwillingly turned on by her current helplessness. Every time I look in her direction, the tingling in my loins grows at the sight of Lily's perfect silver fur, her soft belly, and her pendulous breasts, all exposed for me to admire. "Come now, Fern. Don't lie. I know this is making you horny." Pinea grabs me and yanks my tail out from between my legs and turns my body to face my sisters, spreading my thighs as she does. My genitals are on full display for Honey and Lily to ogle. "Look, my vixens, she's already moist," Pinea crows gleefully, stroking my swollen folds with her fingers. I try to squirm out of her grip, but I can't ignore how good Pinea's delicate fingers feel on my vulva. My treacherous loins burn erotically at her touch. Lily looks thoroughly disgusted, but Honey only looks embarrassed. Pinea lets me go and my tail reflexively curls between my legs again. I stare at my knees as shameful tears leak from my eyes. Pinea strolls back towards Lily, her long hairless mouse tail swaying happily behind her. She presses her fingers to Lily's nose and smears my own pungent musk across Lily's nostrils. "This is for you, Lily, from Fern with love." Lily wrinkles up her nose at the inescapable scent and tries to back away from Pinea. "Aw, don't you like it, Lily? Fern has been pining for you for years, and this is how you react? Well, I think we can work up something to show your sister the proper appreciation. Oh, and by the way, I told you not to insult me." Pinea angrily slugs Lily hard in the gut again and before my sister can get her breath back, Pinea lifts her wrists off the hook and knocks her to the floor. "Hey, what are you doing?!" Lily shouts as Pinea drags her across the floor. "Where are you-UMPH!" Lily is cut off as Pinea kicks her in the chest. "Please stop talking, Lily." Pinea coos as she drags my sister out of my line of sight. "Fern, what's going on?" Honey whispers to me once Pinea and Lily are out of sight in the shadows of the room. "I... I don't know... I'm scared, Honey..." "Me too, Fern, me too. It'll be alright." "That's the spirit, my vixens!" Pinea calls from the shadows, "Pessimism won't help you any!" Honey and I fall silent; I dread Pinea's return. From the shadows, grunting can be heard from both Pinea and Lily. There are little clicking sounds like buckles or latches, and occasional thuds of flesh against flesh that are quickly followed by yelps from Lily. "There. That wasn't so bad now was it, Lily?" "Go to Hell, you bitch!" Lily's invective is followed by a painful cracking sound and a scream. "That's not a very nice thing for a vixen to say, Lily," Pinea's rough voice can be heard, and then abruptly switches to her melodic tone, "Let's show your sisters how nice you look." A rhythmic squeaking sound starts and Pinea and Lily reemerge into the light. Pinea is pushing a roughhewn wheeled wooden chair; as the wheels roll, they squeak, filling the room with their shrill dissonance. Lily is seated in the chair, secured to it by several tight leather straps that are wrapped around her arms, legs, and torso. Pinea stops in front of Honey and I and turns the chair so that Lily is facing us. I realize that Lily's tail is pulled out of the way, bent at a painfully unnatural angle; her thighs are spread apart with her genitals exposed. The sight of that pillowy pale flesh between Lily's legs causes a fresh throb of unwanted and inappropriate desire to course through my own body. "Ooh, I think Fern likes this. Lily, what do you say we show Fern how much you love her?" Lily glares at Pinea silently through tear-filled eyes. "Nod or I'll be upset again, Lily." One of Pinea's hands strays towards her pockets. Lily nods quickly. For the first time, I notice that Lily's right pinky finger is bent at a sharp angle, dangling limply from her hand. "Good vixen!" Pinea pats Lily on the cheek and then pulls two bottles of pheromone-infused lube out of her pockets. "Fern, do you think Lily would prefer peach-scented or rose-scented?" I stare at Pinea, completely unsure of how to respond. "Come now, Fern, Lily's doing this for you. Which one is in your fantasy?" "How do you--?" I start. "Choose quickly, Fern, or I'll have to break another one of Lily's dainty little fingers. That would rather put a damper on your fantasy, since I know how badly you want to feel those fingers in your-" "Rose," I mumble hurriedly. "Excellent choice, Fern!" Pinea tosses one bottle away; it rolls across the floor and disappears into the shadows. The mouse squirts out a generous dollop of rose-scented lube and spreads it across her fingers. "Mmm, that smells heavenly. Don't you agree, Lily?" She presses her fingers to Lily's nose, and Lily nods automatically. Pinea begins to trace the outline of Lily's genitals, her lubed-up fingers trailing over the contours of my sister's vulva. Almost immediately, Lily begins to become visibly aroused by Pinea's touch; her folds begin to swell and glisten with musky moisture. Lily sighs quietly, her pain apparently forgotten, as the mouse expertly massages her tender flesh. Between my legs, my own arousal grows. I rub my thighs together absentmindedly, eager to see what I know will come next. Pinea's fingers carefully penetrate into Lily's vagina and my sister moans in unmistakable pleasure, her body writhing as much as her bonds will allow, her muscles rippling beneath her immaculate silver fur. Pinea's hand is moving rhythmically in and out between Lily's thighs; by my sister's delighted yips and unfs I surmise that Pinea has found her clitoris and is rubbing it vigorously. I watch entranced, my arousal becoming more powerful with each passing second. I imagine how Lily's flesh must feel, how wonderful it would be to knead it with my own fingers, and how amazing it would be to love my sister so intimately. Suddenly, Lily's entire body flexes, her toes clench, and she releases a passionate howl of pure ecstasy as Pinea's ministrations send my sister into climax. The heady odor of Lily's cum fills the room, flooding my nose and overpowering every other sense. The burning between my thighs is intense; I crave release like an addict seeking his next fix. Lily cums a second time; her fluids dribble from her vagina onto the chair and send a second wave of her erotic musky scent out into the room. I grunt as I desperately grind my hips and squeeze my eyes tightly shut, trying to bring myself to a climax of my own. "This is for you, Fern," I hear Pinea's friendly voice whisper in my ear and feel her fingers pressed against my nose, sticky with Lily's cum. I eagerly open my mouth and lick at her fingers; I want nothing more than to taste Lily's sweet juices on my tongue. The sensation is everything I'd ever imagined it to be, intensely erotic and supremely alluring. I suck greedily at Pinea's fingers, anxious to lap up every drop of Lily's precious nectar. Finally, the white-hot pleasure of orgasm courses through my body and I cry out happily as I cum; my own fluids run down the fur of my thighs and drip onto the gritty concrete. I slump limply from the hook supporting my wrists as the energy drains from my body. I open my eyes and see Pinea smiling at me, while across from me Lily is likewise slumped in her bonds, panting heavily as she regains her breath. "Did you enjoy that, Fern?" Pinea asks sweetly. I can only muster enough energy for a few enthusiastic nods; I just want to curl up and rest now. If this is the sort of thing that Pinea has planned, maybe I can forgive her for kidnapping us. "And how about you, Lily? Did you have fun?" Lily nods weakly, her breasts rising and falling steadily as she breathes deeply. "And if I'm not mistaken, you enjoyed that too, Honeysuckle. Right?" I'd almost forgotten that my other sister was still in the room. Embarrassed, I look to my left to see Honey nodding. A small quantity of cum is glistening on her thighs as well. "Honey? You too?" I mumble. "You two were both... and, well... I guess I'm a bit sympathetic... You both smell wonderful... Ohh..." I smile. Lily even manages a faint chuckle and looks in my direction. Lily is smiling at me; her smile is absolutely the most beautiful thing in the world. Without a word being said, I know she's forgiven me for my fantasy. I've only ever wanted to make her happy. I want to do it again, but with my own fingers and without the ropes, the chair, and the audience. "Aw, isn't that sweet? My vixens have discovered a new way to have fun," Pinea coos, interrupting my blissful reverie, "But now that y'all've had your fun, it's my turn." For some indefinable reason, this pronouncement fills me with a sense of foreboding. "What do you mean?" I ask. Pinea only smiles enigmatically and begins to fumble about in her pockets. She pulls out a pair of pliers and turns back towards Lily. "Hey, what are you doing?" Lily says, her voice tinged heavily with nervousness. Pinea says nothing; only grasps Lily's ring finger in the pliers. She gives them a sharp twist and a crack echoes in the room as Lily's finger is cleanly broken. Lily screams. "What was that for?" I shout angrily before I can stop myself. Pinea turns around and walks over to stand in front of me. There is no trace of pleasantness or melody in her voice as she leers at me and speaks, "Like I said, Fern, that was for fun. Now please don't talk anymore." She hauls back and I wince in expectation of a punch that doesn't come. I hear the thud of her fist against flesh and Honey yelps in pain. "Why did you hit Honey?!" I demand. "Because seeing your sister hurt would hurt you more than if I'd just hurt you directly. Stop asking stupid questions, Fern." Pinea viciously slugs Honey once more to drive home her point. I resist the urge to shout. Satisfied that I will keep my mouth shut from here on out, Pinea focuses her attention back onto Lily, who can do nothing but cower in her chair as the mouse woman approaches her again. Lily cries tears of agony as Pinea methodically breaks every single one of her remaining fingers while whistling tunelessly to herself. Each crack rings out like a gunshot, bringing tears to my own eyes as Pinea purposelessly tortures my sister, who she had been pleasuring only moments before. "What do you think, Lily? Are you ready for the finale, or should I keep going?" "Wh-what finale?" Lily stutters between sobs. "As if you didn't know," Pinea cackles and pinches Lily's cheek between her fingers. "But I suppose we can keep going if you insist." "Wait! No! I--!" Pinea grabs Lily's jaw and holds her mouth open. With her trusty pliers, she rips out one of Lily's teeth by the roots, causing Lily to howl with pain. Pinea throws the gleaming white tooth into the shadows; there's a faint clink as it bounces off something metal. Blood oozes from the crater left behind in Lily's mouth and trickles down the snow-white fur of her jaw. The mouse continues to heap abuse on my sister for some time, smiling gleefully all the while. She twists Lily's nipples until she screams, punches her in the gut and jaw, dislocates her joints, and breaks her bones. She's apparently undeterred by the amount of agony she's causing; in fact, she seems rather to be encouraged by it. I don't want to watch, but I can't look away either; I watch as tears fill my eyes and run down my cheeks, both horrified and enthralled by the spectacle before me. Aside from the single tooth, Pinea inflicts no bleeding wounds, but nevertheless the immense pain is plain to see on Lily's face. I feel every injury as though it were my own body as Pinea slowly disassembles the love of my life. I have no idea how long this horrorshow lasts, but eventually Pinea seems to tire of her "fun." Quite abruptly, she pockets her tools and wanders off into the shadows of the room. "Lily!" Honey hisses worriedly, "Lily, are you alright?" "No," Lily moans. "We've got to get out of here, Fern," Honey whispers desperately, "I don't think she's done." "Of course not, Honeysuckle! I suppose you could say I'm not even a third of the way done!" Pinea calls from the shadows before reappearing in the light, dragging a large wooden crate that trails a tangle of wires behind her. "No talking, please, my vixens," she pauses for a moment to kick Honey's kneecap, and then proceeds on to the chair where Lily is still strapped, bruised and broken. She reaches for one of her many pockets and chuckles when Lily flinches automatically. Pinea pulls out an electric razor and proceeds to shave four patches of silver fur off Lily's scalp so that her pale skin is exposed. At one point, the humming blade nicks Lily's right ear and draws blood, but of course Pinea doesn't seem to notice or care. She switches the razor off and pockets it again. Bending down, Pinea fumbles among the spaghetti of wires beside the box and pulls out a long cord that splits into four at the end. From another pocket, the mouse produces a roll of duct tape and makes quick work of securing the four termini of the wire to the four recently shaved spots of skin on Lily's head. "Wh- What are you doing?" Lily asks nervously. "You'll see, Lily. Have patience. And be quiet." Pinea sharply pinches Lily's injured ear between her fingers and twists it, eliciting fresh tears from my sister's eyes. Pinea releases Lily's ear and picks up another wire from the ground; this one ends in a long metal cylinder with a rounded end that looks an awful lot like a vibrator. I wonder if Pinea is planning more sex play, but I doubt that Lily is in any condition to enjoy it this time. Pinea coats the metal with some kind of gel; it neither looks nor smells like the lube she used earlier. Without any preliminaries, Pinea roughly shoves the tube into Lily's exposed vagina; it's a tight fit. Lily moans quietly. Now there is only one wire left on the floor, and Pinea picks it up. This one ends in a shoddy black plastic box with two switches and an adjustable dial. I can't read the labels, but I am beginning to have a very bad feeling about this. Pinea flicks one switch and the box begins to hum quietly. "Say good-bye, Lily." "What?" "Tsk tsk. You don't get it do you, Lily? Such a shame." "Get what? I don't-AAH!" Pinea flicks the second switch and Lily is abruptly cut off as her entire body suddenly goes rigid. Pinea begins to turn the dial and the box's humming increases in volume. The repulsive scent of singed fur rises into the air as Lily begins to twitch randomly. All her fur stands on end, her tail frizzes to twice its normal size, and tiny bursts of static scurry across her body. I realize that Pinea is electrocuting her. Bursts of current course down the wire from the box and into Lily's body, seeking only to complete the circuit to ground, regardless of the functioning vixen that lies between. Pinea turns the dial up another notch and all of a sudden Lily begins to yelp sharply with each fresh shock. My sister's loud, painful cries of agony cut right through me, burrowing right to the most primal parts of my psyche. I want to do something; I can't decide if I'd rather get far away from here or attack our tormentor. It ultimately doesn't matter; I am impotent to do anything, trapped and forced to watch helplessly as Lily is electrocuted. "Lily!" Honey shouts, snapping me out of my own thoughts. "Stop it! You're hurting her!" I shout, knowing even as I say it that my words are wasted. "What? Did you say something, Fern? I can't hear you over your sister's yelping," Pinea mocks, and then turns the dial up another notch. For the first time, I notice that Pinea only has one hand on the control box; her other hand is busily stroking her own genitals, two fingers buried deep inside her vagina. The vile mouse is masturbating while she tortures Lily; she's enjoying this. Lily's convulsions are coming faster and more violently now; if it weren't for her bonds she would doubtless spasm right out of the chair. I can see her breasts rising and falling randomly, their natural rhythm destroyed. Her panting mouth is wide open as she gasps and wheezes in agonizing misery and tears are pouring down her cheeks. There is acrid smoke rising from the contact points on her head and vagina as her flesh sizzles. Pinea twists the dial up one more notch and suddenly Lily's entire body goes rigid again before a series of painfully violent seizures arch her back and then jerk her hard into the chair. Lily collapses abruptly, her whole body limp. Her chest spasms once and deflates, then once more, and then ceases. I smell a sharp musky odor and look around, seeking its source. Pinea's eyes are closed, a supremely satisfied smile on her face. The mouse has climaxed; copious amounts of cum are squirting out messily onto her hand and fingers. As the flood slows, she turns the switches off and the box stops humming. She drops the control box and leans in close to Lily's motionless form. She tenderly kisses Lily's forehead and whispers something in her ear; for a split second I think I see a tear on Pinea's cheek. Everything is completely silent. "Lily! Lily, wake up! Say something!" I hiss desperately. "Fern..." Honey whispers to me. "Honey, get Lily to say something." "Fern, I can't. Lily... Lily's gone." Her voice sounds like it will crack at any second. "No! No she isn't! Don't say that!" I shout fiercely. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I refuse to believe it. Lily can't be dead, not really. I look at my oldest sister, slumped in the chair with Pinea leaning close to her. Lily looks like she's sleeping. "Lily... Please wake up, Lily," I cry, "I need you." But Lily doesn't respond, and she never will. Pinea has killed her. I know Lily is dead because I can feel a void growing deep within my heart. My head drops and I sob wordlessly. Honey chokes back a sob of her own. "You bitch. Why?! Why are you doing this?" My remaining sister breaks down and cries freely. Pinea straightens up. "Haven't my vixens been paying attention? We're just having fun. First y'all got to have fun, and now I get to have fun. It's only fair." "You crazy rodent! Come over here and look me in the eye and say that!" I shout through my tears. I don't care what she does to me now. With Lily dead, nothing matters to me anymore. Pinea strolls over to me and stands right behind me. "You'll have your turn soon enough, Fern," Pinea whispers roughly in my ear. Pressing up against my back, she nuzzles at my cheek with her little gray nose and playfully laps up the salty tears from my fur. She reaches her arms around and fondles my furry breasts, rubbing my nipples between her fingers. "Please don't insult me again, Fern," she squeezes my nipples gently and I yelp involuntarily. "Leave her alone!" Honey shouts. "Oh come now, Honeysuckle, I'm just playing with our little Fern," Pinea says innocently, "You get so worked up over the littlest things sometimes." "You killed Lily!" "Yes, that's right." Pinea releases me from her lecherous embrace and advances on Honey. "I killed our beloved Lily. I murdered her in cold blood. It had to be done." She comes to a stop in front of Honey, staring at her eye-to-eye. "What are you going to do about it?" Honey angrily matches her stare for a few seconds before dropping her gaze. Instantly, Pinea lashes out and punches Honey in jaw; one of Honey's teeth flies out and clatters on the floor. Before Honey can recover, Pinea lifts my sister's wrists off the hook and another blow sends her sprawling backwards onto the gritty concrete. Honey looks up sadly from the floor at the mouse looming over her. "You're going to kill me too, aren't you?" she whimpers miserably. "Very good, Honeysuckle!" Pinea claps her hands a couple times. "And Fern?" "Maybe. If she plays along, she might get to live." "I won't play your games, you psycho! I hate you!" I shout. Pinea only smiles enigmatically as she comes towards me. She grabs my arms. "Don't touch me!" I shout and try to squirm away, but Pinea only tightens her grip. "Please stop talking, Fern. I don't want to hear your lovely little voice again unless I address you directly, 'kay?" Forcefully, she lifts my wrists off the hook and turns me around before looping my wrists over the hook again. The end result of this is that I'm still kneeling, but now I'm facing Honey sprawled on the floor with Lily's corpse behind me. Pinea walks over to the wall in front of me where an ancient coffee table is propped up on its end against the cinderblocks. She gives the table a push and lets it fall to the floor so that it's now standing upright and drags it noisily across the floor towards Honey and I. With a surprising amount of strength given her small size, Pinea lifts Honey off the floor and hefts her onto the tabletop like a sack of potatoes. Quickly, Pinea jumps up onto the table and kneels down across Honey's chest, straddling her torso and making it hard for my sister to breathe and even harder for her to fight back. The mouse pulls something out of one of her pockets with her left hand, but I can't see what it is. She grabs Honey's bound hands, pulls them over to one corner of the table, and positions them so that Honey's right hand is flat against the table, palm up. The dim light glints off something long and metal held in her left hand over Honey's palm. With her right hand, Pinea removes a hammer from her belt. Honey whimpers as Pinea raises the hammer. I realize what Pinea is about to do a split second before she does it. Honey screams as Pinea swings the hammer down on the nail held between her fingers, driving it clean through the palm of Honey's right hand and into the wood of the table. She pounds it a few more times until she is satisfied that the nail is firmly embedded in Honey's flesh and into the table beneath. A small quantity of bright red blood oozes out of the wound in Honey's hand before it clots. Pinea pulls out a knife and cuts through the rope that binds Honey's wrists together and discards the rope on the floor. Gripping my sister's left wrist, Pinea pulls Honey's free hand to the corner at the other side of the table, though Honey fights her the entire way. Pinea begins to whistle jauntily as she proceeds to nail Honey's left hand to the table as she had done with the right. Pinea turns around now, her ass and tail in Honey's face, and makes quick work of spreading Honey's legs and nailing her footpaws to the table as well. When that's done, she grabs Honey's tail, which had been curled between her legs to protect her nethers, and forces it to lay flat against the table. Pinea drives another nail through Honey's tail to hold it in place. She shows every sign of enjoying her task, and is unperturbed by Honey's struggling and crying. Pinea hops off the table and stands up. "Ta-da!" she shouts triumphantly, proudly displaying her handiwork for me to see. Honey is nailed spread-eagled to the table, her soft white belly and chest bared and vulnerable. Her genitals are also clearly visible to me, still stained with the drying cum of her earlier climax; again, I find myself becoming unintentionally aroused. "What do you think, Fern? Doesn't Honeysuckle look scrumptious like this?" Pinea prompts. I stare at her blankly, unsure how to respond. My sister is suffering in pain, and yet I'm still turned on. Pinea suddenly swings her hammer down and it connects with Honey's left knee with a sickening crack; Honey howls in agony. "Answer my question please, Fern, or it'll only get worse," Pinea growls. "Yes!" I nod automatically. I hate myself for my weakness, but I don't want to see Honey hurt. Pinea seems intent on killing her, but she shouldn't have to suffer if I can prevent it by my obedience. "Good little vixen," Pinea smiles pleasantly. She turns back to Honey, "Let's get started, shall we?" "What exactly are--?" I start. "STOP TALKING!" Pinea snaps at me, and just as abruptly regains her composure. "Oh dear, Honeysuckle, it would seem that our little Fern couldn't keep her mouth shut after all. I guess we'll have to skip your fun and move straight on to my fun. Won't that be fun?" Pinea chuckles humorlessly. "No, please no," Honey whimpers, "I don't want to die." Pinea kneels down beside the table next to Honey's head and strokes her headfur tenderly. "What could possibly make you think that matters to me, Honeysuckle? It just wouldn't be as much fun if you wanted it." "Why? I thought you said you loved us..." "I do, Honeysuckle. And that's why I have to kill you." Pinea fumbles in her pockets for something. Honey looks at her quizzically; I know she's as confused as I am. Pinea produces a leather muzzle from one of her pockets and positions it over Honey's snout. "Choose your last words carefully, my darling Honeysuckle." Honey sniffles. "Good-bye, Fern. I love you. More than you'll ever know." I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks. Pinea pulls the muzzle over Honey's nose and pulls the straps tight, sealing her mouth shut. The mouse removes her pliers from their pocket and deliberately brandishes them in front of Honey's terrified eyes. "mmmmmm-mmph," Honey whimpers. Pinea casually tickles Honey's exposed belly with her free hand. I know Honey is very ticklish; under any other circumstances she would be laughing hysterically. Pinea turns her attention towards me, "What do you think, Fern? Should I break her fingers or her toes first?" "Neither!" I shout angrily. "Good idea, Fern. I don't want to repeat myself," Pinea grins. The mouse suddenly grips one of Honey's twitching, sensitive whiskers in the pliers and yanks it out with a single sharp jerk of her hand. Honey's eyes water and she releases a sharp yelp of pain that is muffled by her muzzle. Pinea begins to whistle cheerily again and keeps yanking until my sister's nose is deforested of every single whisker. Pinea picks up one of the uprooted whiskers and teasingly pokes at Honey's ear with it, giggling like a child as she watches it twitch reflexively. "Hmm... What next?" Pinea says to herself and drums her fingers on the table for a moment, her well-manicured nails clicking hypnotically on the surface. Her gaze shifts from Honey's wide, tearful eyes to her own hand and a wicked smile creeps across her face. The mouse scoots across the floor until she is at the corner of the table where Honey's left hand is nailed. Honey whimpers as Pinea grasps her pinky finger and maneuvers her pliers into position to grip Honey's fingernail. "Okay, Honeysuckle. I'm going to pull on the count of three, 'kay?" Honey can only whine and nod glumly. "One..." and with that Pinea abruptly pulls, ripping Honey's fingernail off with ease. "MMMMPH! MMM-MMMMMPH!" Honey screams. Pinea only laughs. "MMMM-MMMM'M-MMMMMPH!" "Oh come now, Honeysuckle. You have to admit it was a little bit funny. Maybe we should try again." Pinea grips the nail on Honey's ring finger. "On three. One..." Pinea twitches her arm as though she's going to yank, but doesn't actually pull. Honey flinches and whines. Pinea laughs. "Oh, you are just too cute, Honeysuckle. Okay, for real this time. On three." Honey whimpers. "Three!" Pinea yells and yanks on her pliers, pulling off Honey's fingernail. Honey yells through her gag and cries. In rapid succession and before Honey can recover, Pinea removes the three remaining fingernails on my sister's left hand. "MMMMPH!" "I don't know why you're still upset, Honeysuckle. You've still got a nail left." Pinea taps the metal nail that is impaled through Honey's hand. "mmmmmmph." "Metal is far more durable than keratin. And you never have to trim it! It's an upgrade!" "mmm-mmmmmph..." "You're right. You've got one in the other hand. You don't need the old nails there either." Pinea pats Honey's head and moves to the other side of the table. "MMPH!" Pinea begins to whistle merrily as she methodically pulls all the nails off Honey's right hand fingers, waiting for Honey to recover each time before moving on to the next finger. She smiles each time she elicits a scream from my sister. Her latest torture complete, Pinea casually sweeps Honey's bloody nails off the table onto the floor and stands up. "Now it's time for the real fun! Are you ready, Honeysuckle?" "mmph," Honey shakes her head. "Well that's just your opinion. How 'bout you, Fern? Are you ready?" "No. Leave her alone." "I can't do that, Fern. I want you to watch closely, please." "Why?" "Because I said so!" Pinea snaps at me angrily. I jump back, inasmuch as my bonds will allow me to, and nod silently. Pinea puts her pliers back in their pocket and she begins to pull out an assortment of sinister-looking knives. She arrays these on the table beside Honey's helpless form and stands over her. Leaning down, she picks up one knife and gently presses the tip to Honey's chest just below her collarbone. With deliberate care, Pinea draws the knife down Honey's chest, tracing her midline between her heaving breasts. A thin red line of blood follows in the knife's wake as Pinea continues across Honey's stomach, skirting around her bellybutton and stopping just short of her exposed vulva. The cut doesn't appear to be very deep, nor does it bleed very profusely, but Honey moans in excruciating pain nonetheless. Unperturbed by Honey's discomforted twitching, Pinea uses her knife to trace another line starting from Honey's belly and going down her right leg to her ankle, and then makes an identical cut down Honey's left leg. Pinea moves around the table and hums to herself as she makes two more long cuts down Honey's arms from her chest to her wrists. A thin stick figure is now traced in Honey's own blood on her spread-eagled body. Pinea straightens up and takes a moment to admire her creation. "What do you think, Fern? I think Honeysuckle's lovely silver fur sets off the blood quite nicely." I'm trying to figure out what exactly Pinea is doing. Honey is in pain, yes, but her wounds don't appear to be very serious. "It would be a shame for all that lovely silver fur to go to waste. Don't you agree, Fern?" I nod automatically. I don't want Pinea to yell at me again or hurt Honey. "I thought you might. Good vixen. Well then, I'd best get it off her." "Wait, what?" I sputter. "You heard me, Fern. I don't want Honeysuckle's beautiful pelt to get damaged, so I'm going to take it off her before I kill her. Do try and pay attention, Fern." "MMMMPH! MMPH!" Honey shouts, her eyes wide with terror. "Don't worry, Honeysuckle. I'll be very careful. Your fur won't get damaged." "But..." I start. "Fern, no talking please. I need to concentrate." "mmmmmm-mmph," Honey whimpers pitifully as Pinea bends over her again. Honey has always been very proud of her fur, and has taken excellent care of it all her life. The knowledge that it is about to be forcefully taken away from her is probably worse for her than the knowledge that she is about to die. When the two facts are combined, I can only imagine how terrible my sister feels right now. Pinea starts at Honey's right ankle, where her long cut down Honey's leg terminates. Pinea uses her knife to trace a circle completely around Honey's ankle. Using a second knife and her own fingers, Pinea begins to peel Honey's leg fur away from the underlying flesh. Honey moans and squirms in obvious pain, but Pinea doesn't let herself get distracted from her torture. Working efficiently and skillfully, Pinea continues further up Honey's right leg, expertly separating my sister's furry skin from her muscle. With a sudden shock of horror, I realize that Pinea must have done this before. She's making it look far too easy for this to be her first time. When she has skinned Honey's right leg up to her torso, Pinea moves over to Honey's left leg and does the same. Pinea stands up and walks over to my side, "So, Fern, I know you lust after them, but have you ever wondered what vixens look like under their fur?" "No," I mumble. "Really? You certainly seem like the inquisitive type. Take a look." Pinea grabs my chin and forces me to look at Honey. My sister's fur is peeled back from her legs, and every vibrant red muscle and tendon is laid bare. The bold crimson hue creates a stark contrast with the silver fur that still coats the rest of her body. So far, there is much less blood than I would have expected. As Honey writhes in pain, her leg muscles ripple visibly, glistening in the dim light. I feel dirty, looking at her more exposed than she has ever been. I know she is dying, and yet I'm still fascinated. "The vulpine body is an amazing thing. It truly can't be appreciated properly if all you ever see is the outside. Y'all are absolutely beautiful through-and-through," Pinea purrs. Suspicious, I glance down; sure enough, the vile rodent has one hand on her vulva, stroking her arousal. "Well, that's enough of a breather for me. Time to get back to work. Let's see what Honeysuckle's arms look like!" Pinea leaves my side and bends back down to tend to my whimpering sister. True to her word, Pinea goes to work on Honey's right arm next, and then her left arm, peeling away my sister's skin from her wrists to her shoulders. Honey can do nothing but cry as Pinea cruelly flays her. Pinea very carefully carves a shallow circle around Honey's neck and begins to peel her fur off her shoulders and then her chest. Pinea smiles and Honey screams horribly when Pinea's knife separates my sister's tender nipples from the flesh of her breasts. I watch, simultaneously disgusted and fascinated. Honey's breasts don't look nearly as attractive without their fur. The lumpy mounds of raw red flesh heave up and down as Honey breathes rapidly. Blood oozes from her exposed musculature and shines on the fleshy pink underside of her flayed hide. Our tormentor keeps going, now skinning Honey's belly, leaving only a small tuft of fur in the center where my sister's bellybutton is. She forces her hand under Honey's body to disconnect the skin from her back. "Now, my darling Honeysuckle, we get to the really fun part," Pinea coos and strokes Honey's vulva. Honey shows no visible reaction, but she moans loudly. With one hand on Honey's vulva, Pinea picks up one of her smallest knives with her other hand and reaches in under Honey's skin. Honey wails through her muzzle and her body spasms, every one of her exposed muscles tightening visibly. Honey writhes in agony as Pinea cuts through her most sensitive flesh. Pinea makes another quick cut and Honey pisses herself, her steaming urine flowing over Pinea's hand and across the table. "Ooh, you naughty little vixen. That's not very nice," Pinea chides. The mouse pokes her finger into Honey's gut and presses hard, her hand sliding smoothly between my sister's muscles and into her innards. Honey wails again, and again her cry is dampened by her muzzle. Pinea pulls her hand out, blood and other fluids oozing out of the hole she's made, and with a few more quick cuts separates the skin of Honey's vulva from her body. "Almost done, Honeysuckle. I just need to remove your tail and then I can kill you and it'll all be over. Won't that be nice for you?" Honey whimpers and nods weakly. I'm shocked; I don't know if Honey is just trying to keep Pinea happy or if my sister actually wants to die. Pinea picks up a knife with a serrated blade and forces both hands under Honey's butt. With one hand she supports Honey's body and with the other she works the knife, sawing her way through her tailbone. I hear a sickening snap like the sound of a dry twig cracking and Honey screams. Pinea sets down her knife and uses her clawed hammer to pry the nail out of Honey's tail. The mouse begins to tug and pull at Honey's flayed skin and pulls it out from under her body. Pinea stands up straight, dangling Honey's fur in front of her. "Ooh, what a beautiful pelt. I'm going to treasure this for a long time; I want you to know that, Honeysuckle." Pinea is positively beaming as her eyes roam across the fur that until recently belonged to my sister. "Look, Honeysuckle, I bet you've never seen your own back fur in front of you before," Pinea proudly displays her trophy in front of Honey's staring eyes. Honey whimpers pitifully. Her whole body is shivering, her exposed muscles twitching painfully, and small trickles of blood are creeping across the table around her. A pool of blood is spreading around the area where her tail was just amputated. Her chest rises and falls feebly. Pinea climbs onto the table and kneels, straddling Honey's rippling torso and still holding her pelt. Pinea rubs the fur against her own cheeks and presses it to her nose to inhale Honey's odor, purring and murring at the sensation. "Oh, y'all vixens are so soft. I have a weakness for vixen fur. I hope you don't mind if I indulge a bit, Honeysuckle." Honey whines weakly. Her life is visibly fading. Pinea begins to rub Honey's limp tail against her own aroused vulva, clearly enjoying the texture. Pinea clenches her legs, her knees pressing into Honey's sides. She fondles the flayed skin, caressing it and rubbing it across her body; Pinea is lost in her own world, undisturbed by the blood and small gobbets of flesh that slough off onto her own mousy fur. Her actions grow more vigorous until she grunts loudly and climaxes. Pinea pulls Honey's severed tail out of the way just in time and her cum squirts out directly onto Honey's raw scarlet flesh, mingling with her blood and guts. "Oh yes, I am definitely keeping this," Pinea sighs. She drapes my sister's skin over her back and shoulders like a cloak; her bald mouse tail twines happily around Honey's bushy fox tail. "And now that your pelt is safely out of the way, Honeysuckle, it won't get damaged when I do this." Abruptly, Pinea grabs a long, sharp knife, raises it in the air and brings it down into Honey's chest. Honey screams, her muscles squirming in visible agony as blood seeps out of the wound around the hilt of the blade. Pinea raises the knife and brings it down again. And again. And again. She relentlessly stabs my sister in the chest and stomach, laughing to herself as blood gushes from Honey's wounds, spurting and bubbling, running off her chest in rivers and splashing on the table in lakes. Within moments, Honey's tortured screaming ceases. Pinea leans forward and kisses Honey's dead nose and whispers something in her unhearing ear. I don't hear what Pinea says because I can still hear screaming. It takes me a moment to realize that this screaming is coming from my own mouth. I force myself to be quiet and I start to cry again. Tears run down my face as thickly as the blood from Honey's wounds. Pinea has taken my sisters from me, and I know that I am next. I feel like I should be terrified of what will come next and afraid to die, but I realize that I don't care anymore. I just want this heartbreak I'm feeling to be over. "Oh come now, why so sad, Fern?" Pinea cups my chin in her hand and looks at me; her expression is clearly meant to be kindly and there are even tears on her cheeks. I'm not fooled. The bitch is still wearing Honey's hide like a cape, my sister's arm fur draped over her shoulders and hanging down over her breasts. Her fur is smeared with blood and chunks of flesh. She reeks of blood, sweat, and cum, and beneath all that there's the fading aroma of lavender shampoo. "Just get it over with!" I shout, more loudly and angrily than I'd intended. "What do you mean, Fern?" "I know you're going to kill me. So do it!" "What would give you that idea, Fern? I'd rather talk with you right now." I snort derisively. "About what?" "Don't you want to know why I'm doing this, Fern?" "No!" I spit the word out. I want to make her angry now. I want her to end my miserable life as soon as possible so I can be with my sisters again. "Yes you do. Don't lie to me, Fern. If you play your cards right, you might even get to walk out of here." "I don't want to. I want to die," I say truthfully. "You don't mean that, Fern, not really," Pinea speaks in her sweet, melodic voice and strokes my fur. "You're saying things you don't mean. You're very emotionally stressed right now due to the trauma of watching me murder your sisters. I know. I've been there." "...What?" I mumble. "I used to have sisters." "Did you kill them too?" I snarl, my voice dripping with hatred. "Don't you *dare* say that!" Pinea shouts harshly. "I loved my sisters! I would never have hurt them! I miss them terribly!" I shrink back. "Then... what happened?" "See? I knew you wanted to know," Pinea grins triumphantly, her composure regained. "Have you ever heard of a vixen named Serene Pendergast?" I shake my head no. "I didn't expect you to have. She lived a long time ago, a long ways from here. She kidnapped my sisters and me. She tortured us. She electrocuted my oldest sister. She flayed my middle sister. She made me watch. Sound familiar?" I nod dejectedly. "Serene was going to kill me too. At the last moment, I got free. I killed her instead, but not before she gave me this," Pinea indicates the scar through her ear and down her face, "and this," she traces the scar across her stomach. "But what does that have to do with me?!" I shout. "Don't you get it, Fern?" Pinea grabs my shoulders and stares into me; her wide eyes burn fiercely with a terrifying insanity, "I loved my sisters, more than anything. And she killed them and she made me watch!" Pinea takes a deep breath, "And I *liked* it! My loins were on fire the entire time I was her prisoner! It got me off like nothing else ever had before! And now it's the only way I *can* get off! Do you have any idea what that's like?! I have to kill! I have to!" "But..." "And I loved your sisters! Passionately! Madly! I loved them so much that I had to kill them! It was the only way my lust could be satisfied! And I love you!" Pinea is sobbing hysterically, her voice getting progressively rougher with each sentence. "But... how... This isn't love!" "You think I don't know that?!" Pinea roars at me, "You think I want this?! I don't know any other way! If I ignore my desires, it only gets worse! The only way I can be satisfied is to repeat the past, to put you through what I went through! And I hate myself for it!" "And I hate you!" I roar back. Pinea suddenly calms and her melodic tone returns. "I thought so. Then do what you have to do, Fern. Complete the cycle. When the time comes, you have to kill me." "What?! You... you *want* me to kill you?" "I don't want you to kill me, Fern. I *need* you to kill me. It's the only way I can be stopped." "I... I can't kill you!" "Don't you hate me?" "Yes!" "Then kill me!" I stare at her in disbelief. I'm not sure what to think now. Is Pinea offering to let me escape? "I can tell you right now that if you don't kill me, I *will* kill you, Fern. And I will enjoy it," Pinea coos and tickles my nipple. I try to squirm away from her repulsive touch. She's standing there, smiling at me, wearing Honey's hide like a coat. I want to see her suffer. She deserves to die. I hate her. I know I do. I probably could kill her; it might even be easy. With the right leverage, I could lift my wrists off the hook, and there are still a bunch of knives lying next to Honey's corpse. No one would ever have to suffer at Pinea's hands again and my sisters would be avenged. My sisters who I loved. My sisters who Pinea took away from me. But then I think about my sisters. About Lily, and how she had always dreamed of being a veterinarian; how I never got to properly tell her how I felt. About Honey, and how she was always there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on. About how the three of us used to play together when we were little. Even about the last moments the three of us had together, curled up in a pile of fur on the floor of this dungeon, when the simple comfort of their familiar presence was enough to make me believe everything would be alright. Honey and Lily weren't killers, and they would never ever want me to become a killer, not even for them. They're gone, and nothing I do can ever change that now. Killing Pinea would be pointless. I would have to live with their absence, while Pinea would never have to live with the torment of what she's done. If she truly loved my sisters and me, death would be a reward for her. She doesn't deserve my pity. She deserves far worse. "Well, Fern? What do you say?" "No," I whisper. "No?!" Pinea roars. "Why the fuck not, you stupid little vixen?!" "Why not? Because I'm not a killer. Because that's not what Lily would want," my voice is gradually becoming louder as my confidence grows, "Because I'm not you. I'm not anything like you. And I don't want to be anything like you. I'm better than you." I take a deep breath and resolve myself to my doom, "So go ahead and kill me." Pinea closes her eyes and regains her composure before speaking again. "Seriously, Fern? You'd rather die than let me go free? I will not get caught, and I will have no choice but to repeat myself until I find someone I love who *is* willing to kill me. Any more murders I commit will be your fault if you don't kill me today, Fern." "No," I spit the word at her, "You always have a choice. They'll be your fault. Yours alone, you crazy bitch." Pinea screams incoherently and punches me incredibly hard in the face, and I see stars in front of my eyes as the pain momentarily overwhelms my senses. Pinea furiously stalks off into the shadows of the room. A moment later I hear a whirring noise and feel myself being raised off the ground; the hook I'm dangling from is moving upwards. It stops when I'm fully extended and upright, my toes just barely touching the ground. Pinea comes back into the light carrying a long, thin metal rod, striding towards me purposefully. She stops right in front of me, her expression set into a grim sneer. Without saying a word, she jabs the point of the rod into my chest right between my breasts. I scream in sudden agony. The tip of the rod is red hot; it feels like my chest is on fire. Pinea pulls it away and the pain recedes. Panting weakly, I look down; a thin wisp of smoke is rising from a small patch of singed fur between my breasts. Pinea jabs the rod into me again, this time on my stomach. I cry out as I feel the pain shoot through me. It feels like it's burning a hole through my skin and into my body. Again and again Pinea jabs me with the rod, in my chest, my stomach, my arms, my legs, my breasts. She finds all my most sensitive spots and burns until there's no feeling left. She presses it into my nipple and holds it there for more than a minute; I feel like I'm going to explode with agony. Pinea pulls it away. "So, Fern? Have you changed your mind yet? Are you going to get free and kill me? I know you can do it," she purrs, one hand stroking her own vulva. My throat is raw and dry from crying and screaming. I muster up the last bit of moisture left in my parched mouth for my response. I spit on her. Pinea's expression flickers; her eyes are burning with rage but she remains externally calm. "If that's how you want it, Fern, then so be it." Her hand suddenly shoots forward and she shoves the rod into my vagina, burying it up to the hilt in my folds, pressing deep until the burning tip is embedded in my cervix. I howl in anguish; I have never felt anything so excruciating in my life. After a few moments, enough of my nerves have burned away that the pain fades to being barely tolerable. Pinea draws a knife from her belt and stabs me in the right side of my stomach. Quickly, she draws it across my torso to my right side in a cut that is just deep enough to cut all the way through my skin. "This is your last chance, Fern. You can make this all end. Kill me now. If you don't, I promise you I will masturbate onto your corpse." Through my haze of pain, I realize that the cut matches the large scar on Pinea's own torso. "You don't have to do this. You have a choice," I murmur. "No I don't. Good-bye, my love." Pinea jabs a strange barbed tool into the incision she's made and pulls it back out. The cut bulges apart and I watch my guts spill out of my stomach. A bloody tangle of my intestines falls onto the floor in a steaming pile. Pinea reaches back into my body cavity and keeps pulling, ripping my organs out one by one and throwing them down. Stomach, spleen, kidneys, and several other ugly wobbly lumps that I've never seen outside of a biology textbook are scattered on the floor. Pinea deliberately steps on some of them, squishing them beneath her feet, clearly enjoying the feel of my anatomy between her toes. She removes the burning rod from my vagina and a second later I shriek when she tears my reproductive system out through my stomach cavity. She casts it onto the concrete and stomps it, grinding my uterus into the dust. It is getting hard for me to breathe as the mouse rips away at me, hollowing out my torso regardless of the damage she's doing to me. She stops for a moment to watch me struggle, my chest heaving weakly as my diaphragm tries to push against organs that are no longer there. Without saying a word, Pinea reaches into my body one final time. She slices through my diaphragm and with a few quick cuts removes my still-beating heart. With one hand, she holds it up for me to see. Her other hand is vigorously stroking her clitoris. I watch my heart pump once, twice, and then fall still. The horrible pain is fading rapidly. I suddenly feel very cold. Pinea drops to her knees atop the heap of my organs as her whole body is seized by her most powerful climax yet. Copious amounts of her cum spurt onto the floor to mix with my hot blood and guts. I can see Lily and Honey, indistinctly in the distance. I can hear Lily calling for me to hurry up. "Wait up, Lily. I'm coming," I whisper faintly. ** Author's Notes First draft began March 20, 2010. First draft finished April 9, 2010. Editing completed April 14, 2010.