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The D-Gen mods have found who the killer is, and why they are doing what they are doing. The problem is, they don't know where exactly they are. But Iaisa, aka Phantom_Stripe, has a plan. She will use herself as bait. And she has an idea for how to punish this killer in a very poetic way. And she might as well have a little fun while she's at it.\n\nSpecial guest star is of course Vixen's Iasia / Phantom_Stripe.\n\n- - - - -\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\nSedyna | [fa]jafferroshak[/fa] | RoleplayCentral | [fa]Tierr[/fa] | [fa]akinkyyfox[/fa]\n\nIf you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/xp_author]SubscribeStar[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The finale to the secret series I have been running since May. The D-Gen mods have found who the killer is, and why they are doing what they are doing. The problem is, they don't know where exactly they are. But Iaisa, aka Phantom_Stripe, has a plan. She will use herself as bait. And she has an idea for how to punish this killer in a very poetic way. And she might as well have a little fun while she's at it.

Special guest star is of course Vixen's Iasia / Phantom_Stripe.

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A massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:
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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "\n[center][b]Killer of Killers[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nIaisa sat at her computer, a stern expression only slightly marring the white tigress' hauntingly beautiful features. She stared at the screen, waiting with measured patience. She did not have to wait long before a message appeared from Mike, the sentient AI that effectively controlled D-Gen's online security. It was an invite link to the moderator chat he had set up. She put her headphones on, made sure her mic was close enough, and clicked the link. The program connected with a soft ping. \"Hey Mike. Everything ready?\"\n\nThe AI had chosen a voice for himself long ago, shortly after his initial activation, along with his name. He was, for all intents and purposes, a person, simply one without a traditional body. The voice was male, with an American northeastern accent, essentially Alta Ferronian. \"Yes. I have sent the message out to the other mods. I will fill in the details as everyone arrives.\"\n\nThere were two pings almost simultaineously as two more of the site's mods joined. AJX_Night, or Aric, the author and video editor that was the main moderator of the forum posts was the first. The second was Rathkin, Vance Rannek, the wealthiest man in the world who owned the site, as well as Sanctus Isle where both the site's and Mike's servers were hidden. Rathkin spoke up, his voice smooth but stern. \"Ah, seems almost everyone is here. Good.\"\n\nIaisa nodded, though there was no camera feed right now. \"Yeah. We're just waiting on J-\" There was another ping. \"Ah, there he is. Welcome, JD.\"\n\nJD_JR, or just JD, let out a nervous chuckle. \"Hey. Sorry I'm late. I had to make sure I had everything all locked up.\"\n\nAric chimed in. \"You're fine. We only just started.\"\n\nMike was the next to speak up. \"Now that we are all here, I will start. Thanks to JD's efforts, he managed to capture the face of the person attacking our members with impudence. I did a wide search for that face and found just who our killer is.\"\n\n\"Wait, really?\" JD's surprise was evident in his voice. \"I only handed over the clips two days ago!\"\n\nEveryone chuckled a little. JD had not been filled in on the exact details of the other mods yet, as he was the newest addition to the top brass of the site. They would tell him everything after the current crisis was resolved. Rathkin spoke up next. \"Mike is very good at what he does.\"\n\n\"Of course I am.\" There was a note of pride to the AI's voice. \"I would have been done sooner, but I wanted to verify the information as much as I could. And... another issue I will explain in a moment. First, our assailent.\" Several images were sent through all at once. The first was a close-up of a person with black fur, a still from the security feed JD had found. Next was another of the same person, this time putting on a mask that completely covered their head, looking to be made of a canine's skull. Next was what looked like a personal photograph one would see on a passport. \"Our mystery person is one Daphne Terris. Female, rat, black fur, age 37. 167 centimeters tall, or 5'6\". Weight unknown, last recorded at 44.4 kilos, or 99 lbs, but this was after an incident that had left her somewhat malnourished and dehydrated. With the effort required for what she does to her captured targets, it can be assumed she has put on more musculature in the years since.\"\n\nIaisa quirked an eyebrow. \"Incident? Guessing the fact you even mentioned it means it's important?\"\n\n\"Correct.\" Another series of images appeared. A female black rat in a hospital gown was posed in several different ways to show off fresh wounds to her legs, arms, back, and face. One in particular showed her tail, now shortened significantly, the surgical scars recent. The wounds to her face seemed mostly on the right side, with the right eyes a much lighter, unnaturally milky blue compared to the left's darker hue. There was also a police report among the files shown. \"Ms. Terris was the victim of a kidnapping and assault ad the hands of one Lester Sternblick, a terrier/dalmatian mutt. He was also a member, going by the name FreestarDancer.\"\n\nAric spoke up again. \"Oh, I think I remember that. He was found with his head smashed in, right?\"\n\nIt was Iaisa's turn to speak this time. \"Sort of. After a fight, his head was struck from one side that sent him into a wall. The resulting brain damage was fatal. We couldn't do a full clean since the victim that did it got away and picked up by the cops. Just made sure to scrub any connection to D-Gen.\" She tilted her head. \"I'm assuming that was Daphne?\"\n\n\"You are correct again.\" Mike highlighted the police report. \"3 years ago, Ms. Terris reports she was drugged and kidnapped on her 34th birthday, taken away during a party being thrown by her coworkers at the time. She was then trapped in the basement of Mr. Sternblick, where she was physically and sexually assaulted several times over the course of several days.\"\n\nAric spoke again, though his voice was softer, almost sounding like a different person. \"Oh yes, he was streaming that, wasn't he? I remember tuning in at one point when he was stuffing himself into her mouth. It ended with her getting away and he chased her upstairs, but no one ever saw how things went. The stream just ended abruptly about an hour after that.\"\n\nRathkin grunted. \"That was my doing. The cops had been called by a neighbor that heard the commotion, and I made sure one of them was ours. He stopped the stream and took the camera and laptop it was connected to before detectives and CSI could find them for evidence.\"\n\nMike continued. \"Ms. Terris spent several weeks recovering in the hospital after the attack, and almost a year in physical therapy. Her legs had suffered lacerations from several pieces of broken glass, her arms had similar but lesser cuts, and her face had suffered severe damage to her right eye, leaving her 85% blind in that eye. She also required surgery from internal damage to her anus and vaginal tunnel, as well as her cervix and uterus. Mr. Sternblick was a well endowed man, and had a thick knot at the base of his penis, all of which had torn the vaginal tunnel and caused severe internal issues. He also used her mouth and throat, leaving permanent damage to her larynx. Not enough to render her mute, but likely changing her voice significantly as a result. Doctors notes indicate that she is not only 98% likely to be sterile now, but that any sexual experience will be painful for her. As she is not known to have been a masochist, this is unlikely to be a positive for her.\"\n\nIaisa smirked. A lot of D-Gen members would find painful sex to be even better than normal, herself included. But D-Gen members were about as far away from normal as one could get without being mythical beings. Though there were many of those, as well. Again, herself included. \"So she got kidnapped and messed up by a member, and because of that she's looking for revenge.\"\n\n\"That is the conclusion we can make from this.\"\n\nAric spoke once more, this time his voice much darker and more gruff. \"Alright, so we got a motive and a name, and it's time for OUR revenge. Let's go fuck this cunt up more permanently!\" No one reacted to the sudden personality shifts from Aric. They had all experienced this before, even JD, who had worked with the rat many times before becoming a mod.\n\nThough JD did still speak up. \"You mentioned her real name. Did you find out if she is a D-Gen member?\"\n\n\"I did.\" Mike posted a new set of files. \"After some searching, I managed to trace the origin of one of our members to her before she started to implement the masking features we offer. She goes by the username Geomoore. She has commented on every single one of AFEvidenton's report posts.\"\n\nIaisa frowned. \"Yeah, I saw that name on them all. Kept suggesting it was a vigilante. I guess they'd know if they are said vigilante. Though hanging around to see the results of their kills, they're more like any other serial killer.\" She smirked again. \"Doubt they'd like hearing that.\"\n\nRathkin grunted again. \"You mentioned there was another issue that had delayed you coming to us with all of this. I will take a guess. Her current location.\"\n\nMike sighed. \"Correct, sir. Unfortunately, despite all of my best efforts, I have been unable to narrow down her base of operations to an exact location.\" A map of Alta Ferro popped up, with several marks on it. \"These are all of the locations that are suspected to be pick up sites for the members she killed.\" Another set of marks popped up. \"These are all the sites that the bodies were found after posing. There is no clear pattern, unfortunately. However, I was able to determine that Ms. Terris is now in the employment of Alta Ferro Sanitation, working in waste disposal. It is likely how she knows when it is safe to visit the waste deposits with enough time to pose the remains without being seen or caught. Unfortunately, the listed home address is faked, and leads to an empty lot in uptown Alta Ferro, a former upscale apartment complex called Sanzabit Heights.\"\n\nIaisa blinked. \"Oh, that's not too far from me. Place had a bad fire that burnt half of the buildings pretty bad. No fatalities, but everyone had to move. It's been under reconstruction for almost 4 years now. Probably keeps getting delayed as some money laundering scheme. Wouldn't be surprised if the fire was, too.\"\n\n\"Unknown, but I can look into it at a later date if you are curious.\" Mike continued on. \"I have done what I can to find a pattern among these disparate points of data.\" The dots on the map all had lines connecting where the body was found and dropped off. \"There is a slight pattern. Most of the places someone was likely found are near central to uptown Alta Ferro. As the sites did not possess the excessive amounts of blood for someone having been dismembered, beheaded, and disemboweled, it is very likely she takes her targets somewhere specific. As any member knows, carrying a body, even an unconscious one, is a risky thing to do, even in the cover of night. So if she has one location, it would be located somewhere here.\" A red circle appeared on the map. \"Unfortunately, I could only narrow it down this far, but this still encompasses almost 45 miles of the city.\"\n\nJD frowned. \"My coffee shop is right in there. This area has a lot of old warehouses and empty buildings. Bunch of homeless camps closer to central could be used to hide, too. And if she works in sanitation, she might know some old dumping site that is abandoned or unused.\"\n\nAric sighed. \"So we hit a dead end?\"\n\nIaisa smirked, but Rathkin spoke first. \"Not necessarily. Iaisa?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yup. I was thinking the same thing.\"\n\nThere was a moment of silence, JD speaking up. \"Uh... care to fill in the new guy?\"\n\nShe smiled. \"I'll put myself out there as bait.\"\n\n\"Wait, WHAT!?\"\n\nShe continued over JD's outburst. \"If she's hunting down D-Gen member to make some kind of big revenge statement, there is no way she'll pass up the chance to go after one of the biggest names. And my face is already well known on the site. I'll just make sure I'm easily seen in public locations, ones with easy ambush spots for her to pick me up.\"\n\nJD gasped audibly. \"A-are you sure? I mean, you know what she does to people. I know a lot of snuff sluts, but she really seems to torture her targets. Are you sure you want to go that far just to catch this bitch? Do you need me to set up... any...\" His voice trailed off as he was met with... laughter from everyone else. \"...W~what is so funny?\"\n\nIaisa was still chuckling as she tried to reassure him. \"Sorry, I know you haven't been filled in on everything yet. We'll get you up to speed once this is all over. But you know how you caught me and my friend once? Those weren't doubles.\"\n\nJD was quiet for a moment before mumbling. \"I... snapped your neck...\"\n\nIaisa smiled. \"Yeah. I have a... knack for surviving what shouldn't be survivable.\" Helped that she was already dead. \"Trust me, I'll be fine. Might even be fun!\" She cleared her throat. \"I'll use Dharc for this one. He can 'shadow' me for this and report location before we strike.\"\n\nRathkin made an approving noise. \"Very well. It will do him some good to get out. I will leave the details to your discretion, so long as this threat is resolved... permanently.\"\n\nIaisa got a dark, sadistic grin. \"Oh. I have a plan already. Once she's in my trap, she will regret surviving her first attack.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIaisa let out a slight groan as she woke up. With her nature, she could pick and choose what actually had any effect on her, and she had allowed herself to be knocked unconscious by... whatever it was that had been sprayed in her face. Some kind of caustic mixture of chemicals. It must be the unknown chemicals that were always mentioned in the police report. Iaisa wasn't a chemist, so she wasn't sure what all was in the mixture, but by how much it burned at her eyes, nose and throat, and just how rapidly it knocked her out, it was probably toxic on some level, and would leave lingering damage. Maybe even brain damage. Was kind of a smart move on Daphne's part. If someone somehow got away, they were still 'marked' by the incident.\n\nThe white tigress decided not to let any of those effects linger on her. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, looking around. The room she found herself in was well lit from below, covered in blue tile, and upside down. After a second she realized she was the one upside down and the lighting was above. She was hanging by a hook in the ceiling, a chain connected to a bar that kept her legs slightly spread. Her arms were also connected to chains, these hooked to rings in the floor on either side of a wide drainage grate. Naturally, she was stark naked, her white fur and black stripes, ample but not massive chest and pussy all on display. The room was a little chilly, but not frigid, so not a freezer or meat locker. If anything, it looked like a shower room of some kind. Just lacking the showers themselves, though she was pretty sure she spotted where the fixtures would go on one wall.\n\n\"Finally awake?\" Iaisa turned as she heard the gravely, gruff voice. The owner stood in a darkened entry, leaning against a heavy door. Like Iaisa, the black rat was completely naked, save one notable exception: she still wore her mask. Made from the skull of a jackal, it fit around her head like a helmet, covering her features. The eye sockets had red lenses fitted into them. Iaisa wondered if the lenses somehow helped with her vision, knowing the rat was almost fully blind in one eye. The woman stepped forward into the light. \"For someone with so many rumors of resisting poisons and attacks, you sure were unconscious for a while.\"\n\nThe tigress... well, should couldn't really shrug with how the chains held her, but she still made a nonchalant movement, letting out a slight yawn. \"Oh, you know. I've been under a lot of pressure lately. I kind of needed the nap.\" She cleared her throat. \"Don't normally use gas for sleep, thought. What was in that stuff?\"\n\nDaphne chuckled. \"A mixture of industrial cleaners. The kind that specifically list not to be mixed with each other. Add in some insecticide and weed killer, and you've got yourself a mix that will knock even the mighty Phantom Stripe on her ass in seconds.\" That confirmed Iaisa's suspicion. It was definitely toxic. With a mixture like that, it was a wonder anyone woke up for these little talks. Some probably hadn't.\n\n\"Ah. Well, I'll give you that. It's effective.\" She took a deep breath, looking around again. \"So, this your little murder room? Since I'm going to be losing my parts in a minute, do you mind telling me just where this is? Looks like a shower room.\" Her tone was casual, as if she wasn't hanging upside down and naked in front of someone planning to eviscerate her.\n\nThe rat tilted her head. \"Why should I tell you?\" She shifted her posture, suddenly a little more defensive. \"Did you hide a transmitter on you somehow?\"\n\nIaisa laughed. \"Daphne, you completely stripped me naked. If I had a wire, you would have found it.\"\n\nThe woman was quiet for a long moment. \"You know my name.\" It wasn't said as a question. \"I suppose it was only a matter of time before you found out.\" She reached up, hitting a button to unlock the back of the skull helmet, slipping it off of her head and setting it down on the ground. Black hair spilled free, hanging only just past her shoulders. \"I suppose it was only a matter of time.\"\n\n\"Yeah, we found out who you are and why you are attacking our members. Revenge for a fuck up that did quite the number on you.\" She made the pseudo-shrug again. \"I guess I get it. Still pretty stupid, though. You survived. Sure, a bit banged up, but you got a second chance. And here you are, throwing your life away.\"\n\n\"Banged up?\" She got her face close to Iaisa's, pointing to the milky right eye. \"Does this look like I was just a little 'banged up' to you? It took me almost a year to recover! And I will never be the same!\" Her anger rose, fueled by how flippant the tigress' attitude was. \"Blind in one eye! Three quarters of my tail removed! Dislocated jaw that still clicks when I chew! Disfigured larynx, making it painful to swallow! Torn muscles in my legs and arms!\" She shouted louder with every injury she listed. \"And they had to remove my uterus and stitch my cervix closed! Had to pin the whole tunnel inside so my whole fucking vagina doesn't slide out when I piss too hard! They had to perform surgery on my fucking ass just so I could eat normal food and not shit out my colon! I am in constant pain because of what happened!\" She suddenly lashed out, slapping the woman's face, the smack echoing around the room. \"I was more than a little banged up, you fucking whore!\"\n\nIaisa just turned her head to look right back at the woman, unimpressed. \"So you got fucked really hard and [i]badly[/i] banged up. Most of the people I know would call that a fun afternoon.\"\n\n\"The people you associate with are psychopaths!\"\n\nShe resisted the urge to point out Daphne's clear psychoses. \"Sure, some are. But most are more like sociopaths. They know what is considered right and wrong, they just don't care.\" She looked around again. \"Still haven't said where this is.\"\n\nThe rat stared at her for a long moment, her fury bubbling up and visible on her face. The continued flippancy from the cat was really pushing her buttons. But she also recognized it was Iaisa's intention to do that. She calmed herself down after a moment. There was no need to get so tilted by someone she was going to end in a moment. \"Fine.\" She stood up, moving over to the darkened part of the room she had been standing in. \"Since you're going to be in pieces in a moment, no harm telling you, I suppose.\"\n\nShe bent over, picking up the machete she left on the floor and returning to stand before the dangling tiger. \"We're in the lady's shower room at the old Firsol packing plant.\" Firsol was a cleaning solution, so a chemical manufacturing plant having a shower room made some level of sense. \"They closed the place down back in the late 80's, but the city planners were lazy and didn't want to rip up all the pipes when they leveled the place. So they just hid this room under the foundation of the fancy office building they built in its place. Didn't hide it very well, though. Still accessible from the underground parking area. Right behind the trash bins.\" She smirked. \"It's funny. Before that mother fucker attacked me, I used to work in these offices, doing pointless paperwork. Now I work under them, doing far more important work.\" She held up the blade in her hand, her expression turning to one of hate. \"Ridding the world of disgusting garbage like you.\"\n\nIaisa nodded. \"Huh. I'm actually impressed. Not a bad little murder hole. Any serial killer would be proud.\" Daphne just narrowed her eyes, not allowing herself to be goaded this time. \"Well, go on. I haven't got all day. You've got yourself a big ol' knife, and I have all these parts that need to get cut off!\" She grinned, her tail swishing a little. \"I'm actually getting a little excited here. So don't go keeping me waiting!\"\n\nDaphne's eyes glanced up, and sure enough she saw the tigress' pussy lips were damp with excitement. She sneered back down. \"Disgusting.\" She crouched down, gripping Iaisa's white hair and pulling her head back, pressing the machete against her throat. \"Fine. Enjoy your last few seconds of life. I'll be sure to carve you up into so many pieces they may not recognize the remains this time!\"\n\nA shiver ran through the tiger. \"Oh, that sounds fun!\" She actually tilted her head a little more to keep her neck exposed.\n\nDaphne just grunted, pressing the blade closer, then drawing it slowly across her throat. She slowly opened a long slash across the tiger's neck, blood immediately gushing and flowand out at an alarming rate. Yet the reaction was not one of fear or pain. Instead, Iaisa's mouth opened with a more joyous expression. She started to tremble and shake, her toned belly undulating a little as she was enjoying herself. The trembling turned to slight squirming when the blade cut against her neck again, deepening the wound. Daphne was taking her time with this one. This was a special kill, after all. This was one of the mods. She would have to do something extra special with her.\n\nThe machete cut even deeper, scraping against the bone. Iaisa was thrashing at this point, her pussy drooling her juices now. When the rat swung the blade in for a chop, crunching through the spine, and finally fully removing her head, Iaisa's body went wild, spasming and thrashing and quivering as the building orgasm struck at the same moment as the blade. Daphne dropped the head to the ground as the blood started to rapidly drain out of the severed neck. She frowned, seeing the almost blissful expression on the tiger's features. She hated when they enjoyed it. It kind of defeated the point of all of this. But, at the same time, it did prove just how deranged these people were, enjoying their own murder. \"Psycho bitch.\"\n\nThe rat waited for a moment for the typical spasms of removing a head to die down, but the tigress kept shivering and shuddering in the chains. Daphne shook her head. \"Fine. Energetic psycho bitch.\" She lifted her machete and decided to start work dismembering the woman instead. She started as always with the arms. Sliding the blade close, she chopped through the feline's arm near the shoulder, cracking through the bone and letting the arm fall away after only three solid smacks. More blood started to drain away from the stump of the arm... a lot more. \"Just how much is in this cunt?\"\n\nShaking her head again, she moved over to the other side, doing the same and removing the second arm. Like before, it also became a small fountain of red, gushing out onto the floor like an opened faucet. Doing her best to ignore this very strange, seemingly physics-defying presentation happening, she stood up and moved to work on the legs. Once she slid the edge of the blade against Iaisa's thigh and started to cut through, she flinched as the woman's pussy gave a slight squirt, the muscles contracting from another apparent orgasm. \"Gods, you're such a slut you're still cumming after you're dead? No wonder you were some kind of poster child for you maniacs.\" She worked to slice through the thigh, doing her best to ignore the increasingly distracting reaction she was getting, until she finally cracked through the bone to sever the leg entirely. Like the arms, this now also started to drool way more blood than she thought possible.\n\nShe worked on the other a little more quickly. Hopefully with all the limbs gone, and so many points of exit, this worrying display would finally end. Slicing around the muscle and exposing the femur, she swung the blade hard and cracked through like the others. Iaisa's limbless, headless torso fell to the blood-soaked floor with a wet splat, still quivering and shivering as it leaked from all the open wounds. Even the severed limbs seemed to keep twitching independently. They were all leaking so much blood all over it it was starting to pool up faster than it could flow down the drain.\n\nShe was staring in confusion at the twitching pieces of meat when she heard something behind her. A wet plop, not unlike the sound when she removed intestines. She spun around, half expecting to see some other mod or someone that had followed Iaisa, but she saw only the room around her. She peered into the slightly darkened entry way, but it was not so dark that someone could hide in there, and it was empty. \"You know...\" Daphne's eyes snapped wide open as she heard the voice behind her. Iaisa's voice. \"That hurt a lot worst the first time. I dare say, I quite enjoyed losing my head this time.\"\n\nThe rat slowly turned, only to see something impossible. She scrambled backwards, dropping her weapon in the process. It clattered on the tiled floor as her back slamming against the tiled wall behind her. \"W-WHAT THE FUCK!?\" All of the pieces of the tigress lifted into the air, all connected by the equally floating rivers of blood, as if they were strings holding up a broken puppet. All four limbs, the torso, even the head lifted up. The arms and legs simply slipped free of the restraining cuffs, phasing right through the solid iron like it wasn't even there. As the torso slowly rotated to right itself, all of the blood that it had been pouring out rose with it, connecting to all the limbs and the head. A grotesque marionette held in the air before her, rivers of crimson connecting the parts and snaking in the air like tendrils with minds of their own.\n\nIaisa's head turned, still hovering free of the body, and fixed a stare right at the petrified woman, and she grinned. A wide, toothy, menacing, sadistic and murderous smile. \"Oh, did you think you could just simple cut me up and be done with me? No no no. There's a problem with trying to kill me. I'm already dead.\" Daphne could do nothing but stare, frozen in utter horror and disbelief. Iaisa closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a shiver running through her disconnected parts. \"Mmm, but that was a lot of fun to experience. Haven't cum like that in a little while. I needed that, so thank you.\" Her arms moved so she could grip her head, moving it back in place onto her neck, the flesh instantly fusing back together again. \"Though I liked the forcefulness of it, you're still very sloppy.\"\n\nThe tigress' foot touched the floor as she took a step forward, her torso connecting to it at the hip again. With another step, the other leg was back where it should be. The arms simply slid back into place as she took one final step, still a few paces away from the woman. She reached up, turning her head to one side and cracking her neck a few times to make sure the bones were all in place properly. \"Mmmph. That's better.\" She stretched her reattached limbs a little, hearing a few clicks as bones refused into place. She waited for Daphne to say something, but the woman was just staring, wide-eyed with fear. \"No comments? Mmm, very well.\" She cleared her throat. \"As I was saying, you are a bit sloppy in your cuts.\" She waited again, but nothing else happened. Frowning, her tone turned annoyed. \"That's your cue.\"\n\n\"Sorry. I was enjoying the show.\" The deep voice sounded like oil, smooth but thick, and unnatural. Daphne slowly turned to the source, seeing... another impossibility. A shadow slid out from the darkened area, which was suddenly much less dark as it left, as if it had been absorbing the very light. It slid along the floor and walls, creeping quickly forward like living ooze with no mass. It slid forward, then... rose up into the air. The darkness took form and shape, coalescing into... another rat. Or a vaguely rat-shaped thing. \"I agree. You are quite sloppy.\" Before Daphne could even blink, the... thing's 'arm' shot out and upward. She felt a sudden coldness at her side... and then a lot of heat. And heard a wet thump at her feet. She risked a look... and saw blood drooling out of the place her right arm once had sat, the limb now twitching on the floor at her feet. She did the only thing she could do seeing something like that.\n\nShe screamed. A horrified shriek as the pain suddenly registered. Just as she was reaching up to grasp at the stump, her left arm fell away from another lightning fast swipe. Shrieking even louder, she tried to back away, but was already pressed against the wall. So she instead fell, sliding down the wall, feet kicking in a panic, as if somehow SHE could phase through solid matter to get away. \"WHAT ARE YOU!?\"\n\nIaisa resisted the almost overwhelming urge to make a comic book reference. \"I'm a phantom. Died years ago. Ironically by losing my head.\" She motioned to the shadow-rat beside her. \"This is Dharc, an tenebrean. Shadow person, if you like, but that's a bit reductive.\"\n\nPanic had fully gripped Daphne now. A small pool of urine was spreading under her as she pissed herself in fear. She was panting in shallow gasps, hyperventilating now. But one word did manage to get out in a gasp. \"DEMONS!\"\n\nDharc responded this time. \"No. Those are something else. I have no designs for your soul. I am just an enforcer.\" His arm swiped again, cutting through both of Daphne's legs this time, cleanly cut just below her hip. She shrieked again, slumping to the side as she had nothing to keep her upright anymore. \"And you are my target.\"\n\nDharc was about to move to swipe again, but Iaisa held up a hand to stop him. \"Hold. Do not kill.\"\n\n\"Our goal is to-\"\n\n\"Oh, I know. But I have a more fitting punishment for her.\" She once more gave that dark, sadistic smile to the shrieking rat on the ground. \"Something a little more... poetic.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nGabby failed suppress a sigh as she looked across the table, seeing her girlfriend had barely touched the food on her plate, merely picking at the steak and salad. The red panda frowned a little. \"Hey, I know I'm not quite on your level, but you should still eat...\"\n\nSarah blinked, looking up as if coming out of a trance? \"Huh?\" The young border collie blinked a few more times, then looked down at the nearly cold food in front of her. \"Oh. Sorry. I'm sure it's fine, I'm just... not hungry...\"\n\nGabby frowned, but didn't press the issue, though she was still worried. A few days ago, Sarah's mother, MJ, had been found. Or more accurately, her remains were found, a victim of what the D-Gen forums were calling the Killer of Killers, some vigilante specifically targeting D-Gen members and brutally killing them. Sarah had barely eaten anything since then. Or done much of anything. At least the 18 year old canine wasn't breaking down into tears at the drop of a hat, but the almost numbed attitude was somehow worse. It was like her once upbeat lover was barely in her own head.\n\nWithout any words, she stood up and moved around behind Sarah to wrap her arms around the woman in a warm, if awkward hug with the chair in the way. \"I miss her, too.\" Sarah almost flinched she tensed up so quickly, and for a moment Gabby thought she would start crying again, but she relaxed again just as quickly. The canine at least leaned a little into her. Gabby wished there was more she could do for her mate. She had only been a part of her life for a few months, but they had been the best few months of her life. Now... they were definitely at the lowest point.\n\nThe tender moment was interrupted by... someone knocking. Not on the front door, but what sounded like from the garage. Both women looked at each other, just as confused as the other. Gabby gently patted Sarah's shoulder. \"I'll... go see who it is?\" She walked across the house towards the door that would lead to the garage. She debated taking a moment to get herself some clothes. The two were usually naked in the house, mostly because they were just more comfortable like that. MJ had also walked around naked, so it was not like it was an unusual thing. She decided not to bother as she heard the knocking again. Though as she took hold of the doorknob, she readied herself for someone to jump at her the moment she opened the door.\n\nShe was not expecting to see someone she recognized on the other side. Iaisa gave her a warm smile. \"Hello, Gabby. Sorry about the awkward entry, but I figured the garage would be more discrete.\"\n\nThe red panda blinked several times in shock, but snapped out of it a moment later. \"Uh... Ph-Phantom Stripe?\"\n\nThe tigress nodded. \"In the fur. Though you can just call me Iaisa if that's easier.\" Her eyes fell down to Gabby's very naked form. \"Um... I hope I'm not interrupting anything.\"\n\n\"Huh?\" Gabby looked down at herself, almost as if just remembering she had decided not to get dressed first. \"Oh. No, I don't wear clothes at home.\" She cleared her throat. \"Um... Would... you like to come in?\"\n\nIaisa shook her head. \"Probably best I don't.\" She tilted her head a little to glance around Gabby. \"Hello, Sarah.\" Gabby turned to see Sarah had followed... and was wielding a large frying pan like a bat. \"Don't worry, I'm not here to attack either of you or anything.\"\n\nSarah lowered the pan. \"Okay... then... why are you here?\" It was a bit more direct than she normally was, but it was understandable for her to be on edge.\n\nThe tigress grinned. \"I brought you a gift.\"\n\nSarah sighed. \"Oh. Look, I'm sure it's all heart felt, but I'm not really in a mood for gifts.\"\n\nIaisa seemed to ignore it. \"No, I think you'll like this one. C'mon, my associate has left it in the shipping crate out here.\"\n\n\"Associate?\" Gabby asked, but got no answer. Instead, Iaisa walked to the small shipping crate that was located in the garage. Inside was where MJ had filmed most of her kills.\n\nWith no answer from the tiger, Sarah just let out a sigh. \"Alright. Let's go see what this 'gift' is.\" She was not looking forward to walking into the crate. She had not been able to bring herself to go inside since her mother's murder.\n\nJust as Sarah was going to walk past, Gabby reached out and took her hand, lacing their fingers together and giving it a squeeze. \"I'll be right here with you.\" That got a smile from the canine at least. The two walked into the garage and followed the patiently waiting tigress. As the two followed into the metal box, they both froze at what was waiting for them. The place was no different than it was left. Empty, greenish metal walls, and a mid-sized bed in the middle. It was not a new object, but two people that made them stop. One was a... barely visible rat that looked like he was made out of smoke. The other was another rat, this one female, and missing all four limbs. The stumps had been cauterized. She was laid naked on the bed, but looked to be in some kind of daze or trance. She made some kind of noises, but they weren't words.\n\nSarah looked between the man, the rat on the bed, then Iaisa. \"Um... if this is some kind of sex setup, then I'm... sure you mean well, but...\"\n\nThe dark man chuckled, his voice sounding unnatural. Iaisa also let out a slight laugh. \"Not exactly. Dharc here isn't equipped for that sort of thing anyway.\" She did not elaborate, instead just shrugging. \"Though if you want to do that to [i]her[/i], then that is your call.\" She walked over and set her hand on the limbless woman's head. \"Gabby, Sarah Jane, meet Daphne Terris. Otherwise known as Geomoore on the forums. She is also our elusive Killer of Killers.\"\n\nBoth women flinched hearing that, looking back at the rat with shocked expressions. Gabby spoke first. \"You got her!? A-are you sure it's them?\"\n\nIaisa nodded. \"Yup. She pretty much confessed to me before we... cut her down to size.\"\n\nSarah gripped Gabby's hand tight, her other hand gripping the frying pan she still carried even tighter. \"This... bitch is the one that killed mom?\"\n\nIaisa nodded again. \"Yes. That's why I brought here here. If anyone has a claim on dishing out her final punishment, it's you. Though if you do not want to, I can handle it. But I wanted to offer you the chance at... some level of closure.\" Before either woman could ask, she continued. \"I only have one condition. Whatever it is that you do, she must not live past this night. Though I doubt that will be a problem for either of you, will it?\"\n\nSarah still gripped her girlfriend's hand tight, almost painfully so, but Gabby just gave hers a gentle squeeze back. Gabby nodded to Iaisa. \"I'm sure we can come up with something.\"\n\nThe tigress smiled, moving around the bed. She motioned to a small, brown canvass bag on the floor. \"Oh, and her limbs are in there. In case you wanted to do anything with them. Her tongue is also in there. Dharc cut it out to shut her up. She can still scream, but you won't need to put up with her incessant babbling. She's a bit out of it right now from the bloodloss and... uh...\" Dharc had done some magic to numb the woman's brain, but Iaisa didn't think it was good to mention that. \"Well, she should somewhat come out of it in a few minutes.\" She moved over to the dark man, putting a hand on his shoulder. \"Oh... and one last thing. It's.... probably best you don't tell anyone that I was here or... what you're about to see. Just trust me. You'll learn some day, but not today. We'll announce we got her in the morning.\" With that she tapped Dharc's shoulder. \"Do your thing.\"\n\nDharc nodded, but turned to the two women. \"Have fun.\" With that, both he and Iaisa seemed to suddenly melt away into shadow and vanish entirely, leaving the two girls staring in complete bemusement at where they had been.\n\nGabby blinked several times, then moved over and waved her hand in the air where the two had been standing. \"Okay what the actual hell just happened?\"\n\nSarah shook her head. \"I don't know.\" She looked back at Daphne, who was still making pained moaning sounds on the bed as she seemed to slowly be coming back to her senses. \"More importantly, what should we do with this... thing.\" She couldn't bring herself to call her a person.\n\nThe red panda smiled. \"Well, the obvious choice is to cut her up into meat.\"\n\nSarah grimaced. \"No. I don't want any meat from trash in my mouth or stomach.\"\n\nGabby nodded. \"Mmm, good point. Never use inferior ingredients.\" She then smiled, walking back over to Sarah. \"Though I do have an idea. But we'll need the really big pot.\" Sarah looked at her, then gave her the first genuine smile in almost a week.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nGabby stared at the massive iron pot. It reminded her somewhat of a a witch's cauldron. The thing sat on top of a... kind of stove. It was more like one massive burner hooked up to a tank of propane. Sarah had said it was some kind of camping equipment or something, like a portable cooking fire. It all looked very slapdash and hardly safe sitting on the floor in the kitchen. Inside the pot was a lot of liquid, steaming away as the burner heated it up. \"Almost ready.\" Above the cauldron, a pretty powerful air vent was sucking up most of the rising vapors, keeping it from billowing out into the rest of the kitchen. It was usually used when Sarah was smoking meat, since, as the name suggested, that made a lot of smoke that could fill the kitchen if she wasn't careful.\n\nSarah nodded, though her attention was on the rat sitting on the floor. \"Good.\" Daphne had started to come out of her trance at some point, so while she had Gabby getting the pot ready, Sarah kept the woman pinned down, a foot pressed to the rat's neck. Not enough to completely strangle her, but it did choke the noises off. Didn't stop the woman from squirming, which she was still doing.\n\nThe red panda took a step back. \"Where did you even get this thing from, anyway? I never knew we had a cauldron sitting around. Would make for a great Halloween episode.\"\n\n\"I got it a few years ago, kind of on a whim. Right when I started doing the online cooking classes. But I learned how... impractical it was for actually making food, so it's just been sitting in the storage closet since then.\" .\" She smirked. \"I've never actually used it before, so I don't know how well this will even work.\"\n\nGabby shrugged. \"I'm sure it'll be fine. As long as we're careful around the burner thing, we... probably won't burn the house down.\"\n\nSarah couldn't help but scoff. \"Even if we did, would be a fitting way to go.\" She saw the worried look her girlfriend gave her. \"Don't worry. I'm not planning that. I'm not going anywhere before we're done with [i]her[/i] first.\" She nudged Daphne's face with her foot.\n\nGabby looked down at the rat, seeing the anger in the woman's face, though it was only to mask her fear, which she was not doing well. \"Should we... I dunno, shave her or something?\"\n\n\"No.\" She stomped her foot down against Daphne's belly, getting a grunt of pain in response. \"Maybe a little tenderizing, though.\" The rat let out a sound that was probably supposed to be words, but without a tongue it all just came out as random noise. Sarah glared down at her. \"If you're trying to insult me, then just shut the fuck up.\"\n\n\"She might be trying to beg for her life.\"\n\nSarah's glare turned into a sadistic smile. \"Oh, I hope that's true.\" She bent over, her large breasts swaying under her as her tail thrashed in the air. \"Then I can ignore them. So yes, please keep going. Beg for your life.\" She reached a hand down, grabbing the rat's neck, squeezing tight. \"And I'll give you all the mercy you showed my mother!\" Her hand squeezed tight around the woman's throat. Daphne started to squirm, her limbless body undulating on the floor.\n\nGabby reached out to put a hand on Sarah's shoulder. \"Careful. Don't want to kill her just yet.\" She was still a little concerned. She had never seen her girlfriend acting this... sadistic. Then again, it made sense why she was in this particular case. She also had to admit, it was a little sexy seeing the canine being more aggressive like this. Though she also understood now was not the right time to bring it up.\n\n\"Oh yes I do!\" The canine saw Daphne's eyes get wider. After another few seconds, she finally let the woman go, letting her gasp and pant for air. \"But you're right. Can't let her go the easy way.\" She looked at Gabby. \"How's the water coming along?\"\n\nThe red panda blinked. \"The... water? Do you-\" Sarah gave her a stern look. \"OH! Right, yes. The water!\" She quickly moved over and looked inside the cauldron, though she didn't want to stick her head directly into the steam. \"It's... bubbling a lot. Think it's close enough to boiling.\"\n\nSarah nodded, looking down at Daphne. \"Good. Then let's get her into it.\" She smiled down at the rat. \"You ready for your bath, you filthy bitch? Got it nice and hot for you!\" Daphne spat upwards, though it was more the gesture than actually spitting at her. If she could have flipped the teen off, she would have. \"Seems you've come out of whatever stupor you were in. Good. Then you'll feel all of it.\" She reached down, grabbing Daphne's shoulders hard. \"Get her hips.\"\n\nGabby nodded, bending over to grip at the rodent's hips. \"Yeah.\" She helped lift the woman, though honestly, either one of them could have lifted her on their own. Getting her over the edge of the cauldron would be a problem. The bigger problem is not splashing themselves with the contents. \"Alright. I'd say legs first, but...\" She smirked. \"Cunt first, then.\"\n\nSarah nodded. \"Yup. Careful not to splash.\" The two lifted the woman up and over the edge, and suddenly Daphne's nose was hit with a burning, acrid smell. She had thought the substance was just water or would maybe be broth or something. Whatever was boiling away was... harsh to her eyes and nose. \"3. 2. 1, and IN YOU GET!\" The two women slightly threw the rat over the edge, both stepping back. Though Gabby more scampered back to make sure none of it hit her. The moment Daphne hit the edge of the liquid, she screamed. The pain was more than she could have ever predicted. It wasn't just the boiling heat, either. It felt like it pierced through her with a thousand molten claws. Her butt thumped on the bottom, the liquid just high enough to cover her to her shoulders but leave her head above. She wished she would have slid under, but instead, her back ended up pressing to the scorching edge of the pot, searing her fur and flesh.\n\nGabby flinched as she heard the most horrific screams she had ever heard, even from the videos she had watched. It was almost too much for her... almost. She still looked at her girlfriend. \"So... just what is that stuff you put in there again?\"\n\nSarah shrugged. \"I dunno what it's called exactly. Something Mom bought from DrLuminecense way back when. Some kind of super acid or something. Mixes well into water with high heat. Mom got it to dispose of bodies in case my cooking didn't work out.\" She hadn't looked away, watching intently as the boiling woman let out blood curdling shrieks of pure agony. She couldn't see it, but she could imagine what was happening. Daphne's flesh was being cooked, boiled away to the bone, while the acid burn and ate at her, melting the boiled meat away. Soon, it would burn away enough that it would seep inside of her body and start to eat at her insides. She was pretty sure she knew when that happened, as Daphne's shrieks grew louder and higher pitched, then... more of a gurgling as her lungs blistered and boiled inside her chest.\n\nGabby shuddered. \"Fucking brutal.\" She heard a grunt in response. \"So... um... how do we... clean the thing out when we're done.\"\n\n\"Turn off the heat, let it cool for a bit, then chuck in one of the really big boxes of baking soda. Or two. It counters acid. Won't completely neutrilize it, but it should turn everything in there into a kind of jellied mix of slush. Then we just let it completely cool off so we can move it.\" Before the question could be asked, she looked at her lover. \"We'll put it into mom's workshop.\" She meant the small shipping crate in the garage. \"I was already going to call someone to dispose of it. They'll dump the whole fucking thing into the bay.\"\n\nThe coldness in Sarah's voice kind of scared Gabby a little. \"You've really thought this through. I was just going to boil her alive.\" She looked over once the screaming finally ended, just in time to see Daphne's head slip under the bubbling surface of the liquid. The bubbles had turned into a distinctly red foam on the surface as flesh and blood was eaten away by the boiling acid. \"Guess this was faster.\"\n\n\"And more painful. Too fast for her nerves to turn off, so she felt everything.\" She got a sadistic smile. \"Well, at least until about now, when it starts eating at her brain. She's probably already dead. Go ahead and turn the gas off and let it start cooling. Leave the vent running while it cools off.\"\n\nGabby nodded, moving over to the propane hookup and turning it off. The flame under the cauldron died in an instant, and a second later, the liquid started to calm, though it still foamed quite a bit as it ate away at whatever was left of the rodent. It was not exactly what she would have considered a sexy death, that was for sure. But it was... very brutal. And it kind of worried her that Sarah thought of this so quickly. \"Gotta say... for only your second kill... this was kind of extreme.\" Sarah had only ever worked on already dead people before.\n\nSarah took a deep breath, suddenly looking very tired as she slowly let it back out again. So tired that she was extremely grateful when an arm slid around her middle, leaning her against a warm shoulder. \"Yeah...\" She closed her eyes, leaning a little more against her lover. \"I'm sorry if I scared you there...\"\n\nGabby laughed slightly, hugging the girl and visibly relieved that she heard her girlfriend's softer voice again. \"A little, but it's okay. I was just worried you'd... stay like that.\" She gently nudged Sarah forward. \"C'mon. You should go lay down for a while. Don't worry, I can handle dumping a box of baking soda into a big pot.\"\n\nThe canine was going to resist, but she did feel utterly drained. \"Yeah... we can finish getting all of it moved later. Going to have to wait a few hours for it to cool off anyway.\" She leaned heavily against Gabby and let herself get led out of the kitchen. The two walked away, leaving behind the still bubbling pot, foaming with the melted, bloody remains of Daphne Terris. The killer of killers, scourge of D-Gen, reduced to nothing but a gooey liquid.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe next day, the announcement was made on the forums. A banner was placed at the top of the page, linking to a locked forum thread titled: Ladies and gentlemen, we got 'em.\n\n[b][u]Sir_Mike_Killgrave[/u][/b] [b](mod)[/b]: So, for anyone that has been under a rock for the past few months, there has been a person in Alta Ferro city that seemed to be specifically hunting down D-Gen members in the area. Normally, this would be just a standard risk, but things were... off. For one, the bodies of the members was found, dismembered, mutilated, and left posed. Again, this could be just one of us, but there were no videos, no pics, and no one claimed the kill. By the third kill, we figured we had a problem.\n\nAs of yesterday, that problem has finally been solved. This individual people have been calling The Killer of Killers has been found and removed by our enforcement team. The individual in question was one Daphne Terris, a female rat who had been attacked by a member several years ago, but managed to get away. She somehow learned of D-Gen's existence through this experience, and joined as the member Geomoore. Our records show we knew of this connection at the time, but as most of you are likely aware, it is very common for members to be former victims of an attack and have their awakening to this lifestyle through the event. So we simply wrote it off. Unfortunately, this time that was a mistake on our part.\n\nAs the person who is responsible for managing this information, I take responsibility. From now on, we will be monitoring members more closely. The last thing we want is for another would-be vigilante to slip through the cracks again. This will not effect the vast majority of you, and we are not going to become a police state and impose restrictions, nor will this somehow be used as some form of blackmail. That would be silly, as just being a member of this site would be a crime in most countries already, let alone creating content for it. But we will be taking potential threats such as this far more seriously in the future.\n\nBut for now, you may all breathe a sigh of relief, and members within Alta Ferro may go back to their hunting grounds. Further discussion of this matter is not discouraged. But do not try to emulate the late Ms. Terris, unless you want to meet the same, very unsatisfying end. There are far better ways to die.\n\n[i]Sir_Mike_Killgore - Moderator, head of information and security[/i]\n\nWith that, the message ended. With the thread locked, there were no direct responses, but the forum became a flurry of theories about how the killer died, with some questioning if it was real. A few even raised a theory that it might have been a mod doing it, but that was shot down quickly. Eventually, things and people moved on quickly, as they tend to do, and soon enough it was business as usual again.\n\nAs for Sarah and Gabby, the only person they ever told about what happened was JD, as he was a mod and privy to details anyway. The three held a quiet funeral for MJ. Her photograph now hangs inside The Dead Brew Coffee Shoppe as tribute, with only D-Gen members truly knowing its significance.\n\nNo one ever found the dumped remains of one Daphne Terris. And no one really looked.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Killer of Killers

By XP Author


Iaisa sat at her computer, a stern expression only slightly marring the white tigress' hauntingly beautiful features. She stared at the screen, waiting with measured patience. She did not have to wait long before a message appeared from Mike, the sentient AI that effectively controlled D-Gen's online security. It was an invite link to the moderator chat he had set up. She put her headphones on, made sure her mic was close enough, and clicked the link. The program connected with a soft ping. "Hey Mike. Everything ready?"

The AI had chosen a voice for himself long ago, shortly after his initial activation, along with his name. He was, for all intents and purposes, a person, simply one without a traditional body. The voice was male, with an American northeastern accent, essentially Alta Ferronian. "Yes. I have sent the message out to the other mods. I will fill in the details as everyone arrives."

There were two pings almost simultaineously as two more of the site's mods joined. AJX_Night, or Aric, the author and video editor that was the main moderator of the forum posts was the first. The second was Rathkin, Vance Rannek, the wealthiest man in the world who owned the site, as well as Sanctus Isle where both the site's and Mike's servers were hidden. Rathkin spoke up, his voice smooth but stern. "Ah, seems almost everyone is here. Good."

Iaisa nodded, though there was no camera feed right now. "Yeah. We're just waiting on J-" There was another ping. "Ah, there he is. Welcome, JD."

JD_JR, or just JD, let out a nervous chuckle. "Hey. Sorry I'm late. I had to make sure I had everything all locked up."

Aric chimed in. "You're fine. We only just started."

Mike was the next to speak up. "Now that we are all here, I will start. Thanks to JD's efforts, he managed to capture the face of the person attacking our members with impudence. I did a wide search for that face and found just who our killer is."

"Wait, really?" JD's surprise was evident in his voice. "I only handed over the clips two days ago!"

Everyone chuckled a little. JD had not been filled in on the exact details of the other mods yet, as he was the newest addition to the top brass of the site. They would tell him everything after the current crisis was resolved. Rathkin spoke up next. "Mike is very good at what he does."

"Of course I am." There was a note of pride to the AI's voice. "I would have been done sooner, but I wanted to verify the information as much as I could. And... another issue I will explain in a moment. First, our assailent." Several images were sent through all at once. The first was a close-up of a person with black fur, a still from the security feed JD had found. Next was another of the same person, this time putting on a mask that completely covered their head, looking to be made of a canine's skull. Next was what looked like a personal photograph one would see on a passport. "Our mystery person is one Daphne Terris. Female, rat, black fur, age 37. 167 centimeters tall, or 5'6". Weight unknown, last recorded at 44.4 kilos, or 99 lbs, but this was after an incident that had left her somewhat malnourished and dehydrated. With the effort required for what she does to her captured targets, it can be assumed she has put on more musculature in the years since."

Iaisa quirked an eyebrow. "Incident? Guessing the fact you even mentioned it means it's important?"

"Correct." Another series of images appeared. A female black rat in a hospital gown was posed in several different ways to show off fresh wounds to her legs, arms, back, and face. One in particular showed her tail, now shortened significantly, the surgical scars recent. The wounds to her face seemed mostly on the right side, with the right eyes a much lighter, unnaturally milky blue compared to the left's darker hue. There was also a police report among the files shown. "Ms. Terris was the victim of a kidnapping and assault ad the hands of one Lester Sternblick, a terrier/dalmatian mutt. He was also a member, going by the name FreestarDancer."

Aric spoke up again. "Oh, I think I remember that. He was found with his head smashed in, right?"

It was Iaisa's turn to speak this time. "Sort of. After a fight, his head was struck from one side that sent him into a wall. The resulting brain damage was fatal. We couldn't do a full clean since the victim that did it got away and picked up by the cops. Just made sure to scrub any connection to D-Gen." She tilted her head. "I'm assuming that was Daphne?"

"You are correct again." Mike highlighted the police report. "3 years ago, Ms. Terris reports she was drugged and kidnapped on her 34th birthday, taken away during a party being thrown by her coworkers at the time. She was then trapped in the basement of Mr. Sternblick, where she was physically and sexually assaulted several times over the course of several days."

Aric spoke again, though his voice was softer, almost sounding like a different person. "Oh yes, he was streaming that, wasn't he? I remember tuning in at one point when he was stuffing himself into her mouth. It ended with her getting away and he chased her upstairs, but no one ever saw how things went. The stream just ended abruptly about an hour after that."

Rathkin grunted. "That was my doing. The cops had been called by a neighbor that heard the commotion, and I made sure one of them was ours. He stopped the stream and took the camera and laptop it was connected to before detectives and CSI could find them for evidence."

Mike continued. "Ms. Terris spent several weeks recovering in the hospital after the attack, and almost a year in physical therapy. Her legs had suffered lacerations from several pieces of broken glass, her arms had similar but lesser cuts, and her face had suffered severe damage to her right eye, leaving her 85% blind in that eye. She also required surgery from internal damage to her anus and vaginal tunnel, as well as her cervix and uterus. Mr. Sternblick was a well endowed man, and had a thick knot at the base of his penis, all of which had torn the vaginal tunnel and caused severe internal issues. He also used her mouth and throat, leaving permanent damage to her larynx. Not enough to render her mute, but likely changing her voice significantly as a result. Doctors notes indicate that she is not only 98% likely to be sterile now, but that any sexual experience will be painful for her. As she is not known to have been a masochist, this is unlikely to be a positive for her."

Iaisa smirked. A lot of D-Gen members would find painful sex to be even better than normal, herself included. But D-Gen members were about as far away from normal as one could get without being mythical beings. Though there were many of those, as well. Again, herself included. "So she got kidnapped and messed up by a member, and because of that she's looking for revenge."

"That is the conclusion we can make from this."

Aric spoke once more, this time his voice much darker and more gruff. "Alright, so we got a motive and a name, and it's time for OUR revenge. Let's go fuck this cunt up more permanently!" No one reacted to the sudden personality shifts from Aric. They had all experienced this before, even JD, who had worked with the rat many times before becoming a mod.

Though JD did still speak up. "You mentioned her real name. Did you find out if she is a D-Gen member?"

"I did." Mike posted a new set of files. "After some searching, I managed to trace the origin of one of our members to her before she started to implement the masking features we offer. She goes by the username Geomoore. She has commented on every single one of AFEvidenton's report posts."

Iaisa frowned. "Yeah, I saw that name on them all. Kept suggesting it was a vigilante. I guess they'd know if they are said vigilante. Though hanging around to see the results of their kills, they're more like any other serial killer." She smirked again. "Doubt they'd like hearing that."

Rathkin grunted again. "You mentioned there was another issue that had delayed you coming to us with all of this. I will take a guess. Her current location."

Mike sighed. "Correct, sir. Unfortunately, despite all of my best efforts, I have been unable to narrow down her base of operations to an exact location." A map of Alta Ferro popped up, with several marks on it. "These are all of the locations that are suspected to be pick up sites for the members she killed." Another set of marks popped up. "These are all the sites that the bodies were found after posing. There is no clear pattern, unfortunately. However, I was able to determine that Ms. Terris is now in the employment of Alta Ferro Sanitation, working in waste disposal. It is likely how she knows when it is safe to visit the waste deposits with enough time to pose the remains without being seen or caught. Unfortunately, the listed home address is faked, and leads to an empty lot in uptown Alta Ferro, a former upscale apartment complex called Sanzabit Heights."

Iaisa blinked. "Oh, that's not too far from me. Place had a bad fire that burnt half of the buildings pretty bad. No fatalities, but everyone had to move. It's been under reconstruction for almost 4 years now. Probably keeps getting delayed as some money laundering scheme. Wouldn't be surprised if the fire was, too."

"Unknown, but I can look into it at a later date if you are curious." Mike continued on. "I have done what I can to find a pattern among these disparate points of data." The dots on the map all had lines connecting where the body was found and dropped off. "There is a slight pattern. Most of the places someone was likely found are near central to uptown Alta Ferro. As the sites did not possess the excessive amounts of blood for someone having been dismembered, beheaded, and disemboweled, it is very likely she takes her targets somewhere specific. As any member knows, carrying a body, even an unconscious one, is a risky thing to do, even in the cover of night. So if she has one location, it would be located somewhere here." A red circle appeared on the map. "Unfortunately, I could only narrow it down this far, but this still encompasses almost 45 miles of the city."

JD frowned. "My coffee shop is right in there. This area has a lot of old warehouses and empty buildings. Bunch of homeless camps closer to central could be used to hide, too. And if she works in sanitation, she might know some old dumping site that is abandoned or unused."

Aric sighed. "So we hit a dead end?"

Iaisa smirked, but Rathkin spoke first. "Not necessarily. Iaisa?"

She nodded. "Yup. I was thinking the same thing."

There was a moment of silence, JD speaking up. "Uh... care to fill in the new guy?"

She smiled. "I'll put myself out there as bait."

"Wait, WHAT!?"

She continued over JD's outburst. "If she's hunting down D-Gen member to make some kind of big revenge statement, there is no way she'll pass up the chance to go after one of the biggest names. And my face is already well known on the site. I'll just make sure I'm easily seen in public locations, ones with easy ambush spots for her to pick me up."

JD gasped audibly. "A-are you sure? I mean, you know what she does to people. I know a lot of snuff sluts, but she really seems to torture her targets. Are you sure you want to go that far just to catch this bitch? Do you need me to set up... any..." His voice trailed off as he was met with... laughter from everyone else. "...W~what is so funny?"

Iaisa was still chuckling as she tried to reassure him. "Sorry, I know you haven't been filled in on everything yet. We'll get you up to speed once this is all over. But you know how you caught me and my friend once? Those weren't doubles."

JD was quiet for a moment before mumbling. "I... snapped your neck..."

Iaisa smiled. "Yeah. I have a... knack for surviving what shouldn't be survivable." Helped that she was already dead. "Trust me, I'll be fine. Might even be fun!" She cleared her throat. "I'll use Dharc for this one. He can 'shadow' me for this and report location before we strike."

Rathkin made an approving noise. "Very well. It will do him some good to get out. I will leave the details to your discretion, so long as this threat is resolved... permanently."

Iaisa got a dark, sadistic grin. "Oh. I have a plan already. Once she's in my trap, she will regret surviving her first attack."

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Iaisa let out a slight groan as she woke up. With her nature, she could pick and choose what actually had any effect on her, and she had allowed herself to be knocked unconscious by... whatever it was that had been sprayed in her face. Some kind of caustic mixture of chemicals. It must be the unknown chemicals that were always mentioned in the police report. Iaisa wasn't a chemist, so she wasn't sure what all was in the mixture, but by how much it burned at her eyes, nose and throat, and just how rapidly it knocked her out, it was probably toxic on some level, and would leave lingering damage. Maybe even brain damage. Was kind of a smart move on Daphne's part. If someone somehow got away, they were still 'marked' by the incident.

The white tigress decided not to let any of those effects linger on her. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, looking around. The room she found herself in was well lit from below, covered in blue tile, and upside down. After a second she realized she was the one upside down and the lighting was above. She was hanging by a hook in the ceiling, a chain connected to a bar that kept her legs slightly spread. Her arms were also connected to chains, these hooked to rings in the floor on either side of a wide drainage grate. Naturally, she was stark naked, her white fur and black stripes, ample but not massive chest and pussy all on display. The room was a little chilly, but not frigid, so not a freezer or meat locker. If anything, it looked like a shower room of some kind. Just lacking the showers themselves, though she was pretty sure she spotted where the fixtures would go on one wall.

"Finally awake?" Iaisa turned as she heard the gravely, gruff voice. The owner stood in a darkened entry, leaning against a heavy door. Like Iaisa, the black rat was completely naked, save one notable exception: she still wore her mask. Made from the skull of a jackal, it fit around her head like a helmet, covering her features. The eye sockets had red lenses fitted into them. Iaisa wondered if the lenses somehow helped with her vision, knowing the rat was almost fully blind in one eye. The woman stepped forward into the light. "For someone with so many rumors of resisting poisons and attacks, you sure were unconscious for a while."

The tigress... well, should couldn't really shrug with how the chains held her, but she still made a nonchalant movement, letting out a slight yawn. "Oh, you know. I've been under a lot of pressure lately. I kind of needed the nap." She cleared her throat. "Don't normally use gas for sleep, thought. What was in that stuff?"

Daphne chuckled. "A mixture of industrial cleaners. The kind that specifically list not to be mixed with each other. Add in some insecticide and weed killer, and you've got yourself a mix that will knock even the mighty Phantom Stripe on her ass in seconds." That confirmed Iaisa's suspicion. It was definitely toxic. With a mixture like that, it was a wonder anyone woke up for these little talks. Some probably hadn't.

"Ah. Well, I'll give you that. It's effective." She took a deep breath, looking around again. "So, this your little murder room? Since I'm going to be losing my parts in a minute, do you mind telling me just where this is? Looks like a shower room." Her tone was casual, as if she wasn't hanging upside down and naked in front of someone planning to eviscerate her.

The rat tilted her head. "Why should I tell you?" She shifted her posture, suddenly a little more defensive. "Did you hide a transmitter on you somehow?"

Iaisa laughed. "Daphne, you completely stripped me naked. If I had a wire, you would have found it."

The woman was quiet for a long moment. "You know my name." It wasn't said as a question. "I suppose it was only a matter of time before you found out." She reached up, hitting a button to unlock the back of the skull helmet, slipping it off of her head and setting it down on the ground. Black hair spilled free, hanging only just past her shoulders. "I suppose it was only a matter of time."

"Yeah, we found out who you are and why you are attacking our members. Revenge for a fuck up that did quite the number on you." She made the pseudo-shrug again. "I guess I get it. Still pretty stupid, though. You survived. Sure, a bit banged up, but you got a second chance. And here you are, throwing your life away."

"Banged up?" She got her face close to Iaisa's, pointing to the milky right eye. "Does this look like I was just a little 'banged up' to you? It took me almost a year to recover! And I will never be the same!" Her anger rose, fueled by how flippant the tigress' attitude was. "Blind in one eye! Three quarters of my tail removed! Dislocated jaw that still clicks when I chew! Disfigured larynx, making it painful to swallow! Torn muscles in my legs and arms!" She shouted louder with every injury she listed. "And they had to remove my uterus and stitch my cervix closed! Had to pin the whole tunnel inside so my whole fucking vagina doesn't slide out when I piss too hard! They had to perform surgery on my fucking ass just so I could eat normal food and not shit out my colon! I am in constant pain because of what happened!" She suddenly lashed out, slapping the woman's face, the smack echoing around the room. "I was more than a little banged up, you fucking whore!"

Iaisa just turned her head to look right back at the woman, unimpressed. "So you got fucked really hard and badly banged up. Most of the people I know would call that a fun afternoon."

"The people you associate with are psychopaths!"

She resisted the urge to point out Daphne's clear psychoses. "Sure, some are. But most are more like sociopaths. They know what is considered right and wrong, they just don't care." She looked around again. "Still haven't said where this is."

The rat stared at her for a long moment, her fury bubbling up and visible on her face. The continued flippancy from the cat was really pushing her buttons. But she also recognized it was Iaisa's intention to do that. She calmed herself down after a moment. There was no need to get so tilted by someone she was going to end in a moment. "Fine." She stood up, moving over to the darkened part of the room she had been standing in. "Since you're going to be in pieces in a moment, no harm telling you, I suppose."

She bent over, picking up the machete she left on the floor and returning to stand before the dangling tiger. "We're in the lady's shower room at the old Firsol packing plant." Firsol was a cleaning solution, so a chemical manufacturing plant having a shower room made some level of sense. "They closed the place down back in the late 80's, but the city planners were lazy and didn't want to rip up all the pipes when they leveled the place. So they just hid this room under the foundation of the fancy office building they built in its place. Didn't hide it very well, though. Still accessible from the underground parking area. Right behind the trash bins." She smirked. "It's funny. Before that mother fucker attacked me, I used to work in these offices, doing pointless paperwork. Now I work under them, doing far more important work." She held up the blade in her hand, her expression turning to one of hate. "Ridding the world of disgusting garbage like you."

Iaisa nodded. "Huh. I'm actually impressed. Not a bad little murder hole. Any serial killer would be proud." Daphne just narrowed her eyes, not allowing herself to be goaded this time. "Well, go on. I haven't got all day. You've got yourself a big ol' knife, and I have all these parts that need to get cut off!" She grinned, her tail swishing a little. "I'm actually getting a little excited here. So don't go keeping me waiting!"

Daphne's eyes glanced up, and sure enough she saw the tigress' pussy lips were damp with excitement. She sneered back down. "Disgusting." She crouched down, gripping Iaisa's white hair and pulling her head back, pressing the machete against her throat. "Fine. Enjoy your last few seconds of life. I'll be sure to carve you up into so many pieces they may not recognize the remains this time!"

A shiver ran through the tiger. "Oh, that sounds fun!" She actually tilted her head a little more to keep her neck exposed.

Daphne just grunted, pressing the blade closer, then drawing it slowly across her throat. She slowly opened a long slash across the tiger's neck, blood immediately gushing and flowand out at an alarming rate. Yet the reaction was not one of fear or pain. Instead, Iaisa's mouth opened with a more joyous expression. She started to tremble and shake, her toned belly undulating a little as she was enjoying herself. The trembling turned to slight squirming when the blade cut against her neck again, deepening the wound. Daphne was taking her time with this one. This was a special kill, after all. This was one of the mods. She would have to do something extra special with her.

The machete cut even deeper, scraping against the bone. Iaisa was thrashing at this point, her pussy drooling her juices now. When the rat swung the blade in for a chop, crunching through the spine, and finally fully removing her head, Iaisa's body went wild, spasming and thrashing and quivering as the building orgasm struck at the same moment as the blade. Daphne dropped the head to the ground as the blood started to rapidly drain out of the severed neck. She frowned, seeing the almost blissful expression on the tiger's features. She hated when they enjoyed it. It kind of defeated the point of all of this. But, at the same time, it did prove just how deranged these people were, enjoying their own murder. "Psycho bitch."

The rat waited for a moment for the typical spasms of removing a head to die down, but the tigress kept shivering and shuddering in the chains. Daphne shook her head. "Fine. Energetic psycho bitch." She lifted her machete and decided to start work dismembering the woman instead. She started as always with the arms. Sliding the blade close, she chopped through the feline's arm near the shoulder, cracking through the bone and letting the arm fall away after only three solid smacks. More blood started to drain away from the stump of the arm... a lot more. "Just how much is in this cunt?"

Shaking her head again, she moved over to the other side, doing the same and removing the second arm. Like before, it also became a small fountain of red, gushing out onto the floor like an opened faucet. Doing her best to ignore this very strange, seemingly physics-defying presentation happening, she stood up and moved to work on the legs. Once she slid the edge of the blade against Iaisa's thigh and started to cut through, she flinched as the woman's pussy gave a slight squirt, the muscles contracting from another apparent orgasm. "Gods, you're such a slut you're still cumming after you're dead? No wonder you were some kind of poster child for you maniacs." She worked to slice through the thigh, doing her best to ignore the increasingly distracting reaction she was getting, until she finally cracked through the bone to sever the leg entirely. Like the arms, this now also started to drool way more blood than she thought possible.

She worked on the other a little more quickly. Hopefully with all the limbs gone, and so many points of exit, this worrying display would finally end. Slicing around the muscle and exposing the femur, she swung the blade hard and cracked through like the others. Iaisa's limbless, headless torso fell to the blood-soaked floor with a wet splat, still quivering and shivering as it leaked from all the open wounds. Even the severed limbs seemed to keep twitching independently. They were all leaking so much blood all over it it was starting to pool up faster than it could flow down the drain.

She was staring in confusion at the twitching pieces of meat when she heard something behind her. A wet plop, not unlike the sound when she removed intestines. She spun around, half expecting to see some other mod or someone that had followed Iaisa, but she saw only the room around her. She peered into the slightly darkened entry way, but it was not so dark that someone could hide in there, and it was empty. "You know..." Daphne's eyes snapped wide open as she heard the voice behind her. Iaisa's voice. "That hurt a lot worst the first time. I dare say, I quite enjoyed losing my head this time."

The rat slowly turned, only to see something impossible. She scrambled backwards, dropping her weapon in the process. It clattered on the tiled floor as her back slamming against the tiled wall behind her. "W-WHAT THE FUCK!?" All of the pieces of the tigress lifted into the air, all connected by the equally floating rivers of blood, as if they were strings holding up a broken puppet. All four limbs, the torso, even the head lifted up. The arms and legs simply slipped free of the restraining cuffs, phasing right through the solid iron like it wasn't even there. As the torso slowly rotated to right itself, all of the blood that it had been pouring out rose with it, connecting to all the limbs and the head. A grotesque marionette held in the air before her, rivers of crimson connecting the parts and snaking in the air like tendrils with minds of their own.

Iaisa's head turned, still hovering free of the body, and fixed a stare right at the petrified woman, and she grinned. A wide, toothy, menacing, sadistic and murderous smile. "Oh, did you think you could just simple cut me up and be done with me? No no no. There's a problem with trying to kill me. I'm already dead." Daphne could do nothing but stare, frozen in utter horror and disbelief. Iaisa closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a shiver running through her disconnected parts. "Mmm, but that was a lot of fun to experience. Haven't cum like that in a little while. I needed that, so thank you." Her arms moved so she could grip her head, moving it back in place onto her neck, the flesh instantly fusing back together again. "Though I liked the forcefulness of it, you're still very sloppy."

The tigress' foot touched the floor as she took a step forward, her torso connecting to it at the hip again. With another step, the other leg was back where it should be. The arms simply slid back into place as she took one final step, still a few paces away from the woman. She reached up, turning her head to one side and cracking her neck a few times to make sure the bones were all in place properly. "Mmmph. That's better." She stretched her reattached limbs a little, hearing a few clicks as bones refused into place. She waited for Daphne to say something, but the woman was just staring, wide-eyed with fear. "No comments? Mmm, very well." She cleared her throat. "As I was saying, you are a bit sloppy in your cuts." She waited again, but nothing else happened. Frowning, her tone turned annoyed. "That's your cue."

"Sorry. I was enjoying the show." The deep voice sounded like oil, smooth but thick, and unnatural. Daphne slowly turned to the source, seeing... another impossibility. A shadow slid out from the darkened area, which was suddenly much less dark as it left, as if it had been absorbing the very light. It slid along the floor and walls, creeping quickly forward like living ooze with no mass. It slid forward, then... rose up into the air. The darkness took form and shape, coalescing into... another rat. Or a vaguely rat-shaped thing. "I agree. You are quite sloppy." Before Daphne could even blink, the... thing's 'arm' shot out and upward. She felt a sudden coldness at her side... and then a lot of heat. And heard a wet thump at her feet. She risked a look... and saw blood drooling out of the place her right arm once had sat, the limb now twitching on the floor at her feet. She did the only thing she could do seeing something like that.

She screamed. A horrified shriek as the pain suddenly registered. Just as she was reaching up to grasp at the stump, her left arm fell away from another lightning fast swipe. Shrieking even louder, she tried to back away, but was already pressed against the wall. So she instead fell, sliding down the wall, feet kicking in a panic, as if somehow SHE could phase through solid matter to get away. "WHAT ARE YOU!?"

Iaisa resisted the almost overwhelming urge to make a comic book reference. "I'm a phantom. Died years ago. Ironically by losing my head." She motioned to the shadow-rat beside her. "This is Dharc, an tenebrean. Shadow person, if you like, but that's a bit reductive."

Panic had fully gripped Daphne now. A small pool of urine was spreading under her as she pissed herself in fear. She was panting in shallow gasps, hyperventilating now. But one word did manage to get out in a gasp. "DEMONS!"

Dharc responded this time. "No. Those are something else. I have no designs for your soul. I am just an enforcer." His arm swiped again, cutting through both of Daphne's legs this time, cleanly cut just below her hip. She shrieked again, slumping to the side as she had nothing to keep her upright anymore. "And you are my target."

Dharc was about to move to swipe again, but Iaisa held up a hand to stop him. "Hold. Do not kill."

"Our goal is to-"

"Oh, I know. But I have a more fitting punishment for her." She once more gave that dark, sadistic smile to the shrieking rat on the ground. "Something a little more... poetic."

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Gabby failed suppress a sigh as she looked across the table, seeing her girlfriend had barely touched the food on her plate, merely picking at the steak and salad. The red panda frowned a little. "Hey, I know I'm not quite on your level, but you should still eat..."

Sarah blinked, looking up as if coming out of a trance? "Huh?" The young border collie blinked a few more times, then looked down at the nearly cold food in front of her. "Oh. Sorry. I'm sure it's fine, I'm just... not hungry..."

Gabby frowned, but didn't press the issue, though she was still worried. A few days ago, Sarah's mother, MJ, had been found. Or more accurately, her remains were found, a victim of what the D-Gen forums were calling the Killer of Killers, some vigilante specifically targeting D-Gen members and brutally killing them. Sarah had barely eaten anything since then. Or done much of anything. At least the 18 year old canine wasn't breaking down into tears at the drop of a hat, but the almost numbed attitude was somehow worse. It was like her once upbeat lover was barely in her own head.

Without any words, she stood up and moved around behind Sarah to wrap her arms around the woman in a warm, if awkward hug with the chair in the way. "I miss her, too." Sarah almost flinched she tensed up so quickly, and for a moment Gabby thought she would start crying again, but she relaxed again just as quickly. The canine at least leaned a little into her. Gabby wished there was more she could do for her mate. She had only been a part of her life for a few months, but they had been the best few months of her life. Now... they were definitely at the lowest point.

The tender moment was interrupted by... someone knocking. Not on the front door, but what sounded like from the garage. Both women looked at each other, just as confused as the other. Gabby gently patted Sarah's shoulder. "I'll... go see who it is?" She walked across the house towards the door that would lead to the garage. She debated taking a moment to get herself some clothes. The two were usually naked in the house, mostly because they were just more comfortable like that. MJ had also walked around naked, so it was not like it was an unusual thing. She decided not to bother as she heard the knocking again. Though as she took hold of the doorknob, she readied herself for someone to jump at her the moment she opened the door.

She was not expecting to see someone she recognized on the other side. Iaisa gave her a warm smile. "Hello, Gabby. Sorry about the awkward entry, but I figured the garage would be more discrete."

The red panda blinked several times in shock, but snapped out of it a moment later. "Uh... Ph-Phantom Stripe?"

The tigress nodded. "In the fur. Though you can just call me Iaisa if that's easier." Her eyes fell down to Gabby's very naked form. "Um... I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Huh?" Gabby looked down at herself, almost as if just remembering she had decided not to get dressed first. "Oh. No, I don't wear clothes at home." She cleared her throat. "Um... Would... you like to come in?"

Iaisa shook her head. "Probably best I don't." She tilted her head a little to glance around Gabby. "Hello, Sarah." Gabby turned to see Sarah had followed... and was wielding a large frying pan like a bat. "Don't worry, I'm not here to attack either of you or anything."

Sarah lowered the pan. "Okay... then... why are you here?" It was a bit more direct than she normally was, but it was understandable for her to be on edge.

The tigress grinned. "I brought you a gift."

Sarah sighed. "Oh. Look, I'm sure it's all heart felt, but I'm not really in a mood for gifts."

Iaisa seemed to ignore it. "No, I think you'll like this one. C'mon, my associate has left it in the shipping crate out here."

"Associate?" Gabby asked, but got no answer. Instead, Iaisa walked to the small shipping crate that was located in the garage. Inside was where MJ had filmed most of her kills.

With no answer from the tiger, Sarah just let out a sigh. "Alright. Let's go see what this 'gift' is." She was not looking forward to walking into the crate. She had not been able to bring herself to go inside since her mother's murder.

Just as Sarah was going to walk past, Gabby reached out and took her hand, lacing their fingers together and giving it a squeeze. "I'll be right here with you." That got a smile from the canine at least. The two walked into the garage and followed the patiently waiting tigress. As the two followed into the metal box, they both froze at what was waiting for them. The place was no different than it was left. Empty, greenish metal walls, and a mid-sized bed in the middle. It was not a new object, but two people that made them stop. One was a... barely visible rat that looked like he was made out of smoke. The other was another rat, this one female, and missing all four limbs. The stumps had been cauterized. She was laid naked on the bed, but looked to be in some kind of daze or trance. She made some kind of noises, but they weren't words.

Sarah looked between the man, the rat on the bed, then Iaisa. "Um... if this is some kind of sex setup, then I'm... sure you mean well, but..."

The dark man chuckled, his voice sounding unnatural. Iaisa also let out a slight laugh. "Not exactly. Dharc here isn't equipped for that sort of thing anyway." She did not elaborate, instead just shrugging. "Though if you want to do that to her, then that is your call." She walked over and set her hand on the limbless woman's head. "Gabby, Sarah Jane, meet Daphne Terris. Otherwise known as Geomoore on the forums. She is also our elusive Killer of Killers."

Both women flinched hearing that, looking back at the rat with shocked expressions. Gabby spoke first. "You got her!? A-are you sure it's them?"

Iaisa nodded. "Yup. She pretty much confessed to me before we... cut her down to size."

Sarah gripped Gabby's hand tight, her other hand gripping the frying pan she still carried even tighter. "This... bitch is the one that killed mom?"

Iaisa nodded again. "Yes. That's why I brought here here. If anyone has a claim on dishing out her final punishment, it's you. Though if you do not want to, I can handle it. But I wanted to offer you the chance at... some level of closure." Before either woman could ask, she continued. "I only have one condition. Whatever it is that you do, she must not live past this night. Though I doubt that will be a problem for either of you, will it?"

Sarah still gripped her girlfriend's hand tight, almost painfully so, but Gabby just gave hers a gentle squeeze back. Gabby nodded to Iaisa. "I'm sure we can come up with something."

The tigress smiled, moving around the bed. She motioned to a small, brown canvass bag on the floor. "Oh, and her limbs are in there. In case you wanted to do anything with them. Her tongue is also in there. Dharc cut it out to shut her up. She can still scream, but you won't need to put up with her incessant babbling. She's a bit out of it right now from the bloodloss and... uh..." Dharc had done some magic to numb the woman's brain, but Iaisa didn't think it was good to mention that. "Well, she should somewhat come out of it in a few minutes." She moved over to the dark man, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Oh... and one last thing. It's.... probably best you don't tell anyone that I was here or... what you're about to see. Just trust me. You'll learn some day, but not today. We'll announce we got her in the morning." With that she tapped Dharc's shoulder. "Do your thing."

Dharc nodded, but turned to the two women. "Have fun." With that, both he and Iaisa seemed to suddenly melt away into shadow and vanish entirely, leaving the two girls staring in complete bemusement at where they had been.

Gabby blinked several times, then moved over and waved her hand in the air where the two had been standing. "Okay what the actual hell just happened?"

Sarah shook her head. "I don't know." She looked back at Daphne, who was still making pained moaning sounds on the bed as she seemed to slowly be coming back to her senses. "More importantly, what should we do with this... thing." She couldn't bring herself to call her a person.

The red panda smiled. "Well, the obvious choice is to cut her up into meat."

Sarah grimaced. "No. I don't want any meat from trash in my mouth or stomach."

Gabby nodded. "Mmm, good point. Never use inferior ingredients." She then smiled, walking back over to Sarah. "Though I do have an idea. But we'll need the really big pot." Sarah looked at her, then gave her the first genuine smile in almost a week.

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Gabby stared at the massive iron pot. It reminded her somewhat of a a witch's cauldron. The thing sat on top of a... kind of stove. It was more like one massive burner hooked up to a tank of propane. Sarah had said it was some kind of camping equipment or something, like a portable cooking fire. It all looked very slapdash and hardly safe sitting on the floor in the kitchen. Inside the pot was a lot of liquid, steaming away as the burner heated it up. "Almost ready." Above the cauldron, a pretty powerful air vent was sucking up most of the rising vapors, keeping it from billowing out into the rest of the kitchen. It was usually used when Sarah was smoking meat, since, as the name suggested, that made a lot of smoke that could fill the kitchen if she wasn't careful.

Sarah nodded, though her attention was on the rat sitting on the floor. "Good." Daphne had started to come out of her trance at some point, so while she had Gabby getting the pot ready, Sarah kept the woman pinned down, a foot pressed to the rat's neck. Not enough to completely strangle her, but it did choke the noises off. Didn't stop the woman from squirming, which she was still doing.

The red panda took a step back. "Where did you even get this thing from, anyway? I never knew we had a cauldron sitting around. Would make for a great Halloween episode."

"I got it a few years ago, kind of on a whim. Right when I started doing the online cooking classes. But I learned how... impractical it was for actually making food, so it's just been sitting in the storage closet since then." ." She smirked. "I've never actually used it before, so I don't know how well this will even work."

Gabby shrugged. "I'm sure it'll be fine. As long as we're careful around the burner thing, we... probably won't burn the house down."

Sarah couldn't help but scoff. "Even if we did, would be a fitting way to go." She saw the worried look her girlfriend gave her. "Don't worry. I'm not planning that. I'm not going anywhere before we're done with her first." She nudged Daphne's face with her foot.

Gabby looked down at the rat, seeing the anger in the woman's face, though it was only to mask her fear, which she was not doing well. "Should we... I dunno, shave her or something?"

"No." She stomped her foot down against Daphne's belly, getting a grunt of pain in response. "Maybe a little tenderizing, though." The rat let out a sound that was probably supposed to be words, but without a tongue it all just came out as random noise. Sarah glared down at her. "If you're trying to insult me, then just shut the fuck up."

"She might be trying to beg for her life."

Sarah's glare turned into a sadistic smile. "Oh, I hope that's true." She bent over, her large breasts swaying under her as her tail thrashed in the air. "Then I can ignore them. So yes, please keep going. Beg for your life." She reached a hand down, grabbing the rat's neck, squeezing tight. "And I'll give you all the mercy you showed my mother!" Her hand squeezed tight around the woman's throat. Daphne started to squirm, her limbless body undulating on the floor.

Gabby reached out to put a hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Careful. Don't want to kill her just yet." She was still a little concerned. She had never seen her girlfriend acting this... sadistic. Then again, it made sense why she was in this particular case. She also had to admit, it was a little sexy seeing the canine being more aggressive like this. Though she also understood now was not the right time to bring it up.

"Oh yes I do!" The canine saw Daphne's eyes get wider. After another few seconds, she finally let the woman go, letting her gasp and pant for air. "But you're right. Can't let her go the easy way." She looked at Gabby. "How's the water coming along?"

The red panda blinked. "The... water? Do you-" Sarah gave her a stern look. "OH! Right, yes. The water!" She quickly moved over and looked inside the cauldron, though she didn't want to stick her head directly into the steam. "It's... bubbling a lot. Think it's close enough to boiling."

Sarah nodded, looking down at Daphne. "Good. Then let's get her into it." She smiled down at the rat. "You ready for your bath, you filthy bitch? Got it nice and hot for you!" Daphne spat upwards, though it was more the gesture than actually spitting at her. If she could have flipped the teen off, she would have. "Seems you've come out of whatever stupor you were in. Good. Then you'll feel all of it." She reached down, grabbing Daphne's shoulders hard. "Get her hips."

Gabby nodded, bending over to grip at the rodent's hips. "Yeah." She helped lift the woman, though honestly, either one of them could have lifted her on their own. Getting her over the edge of the cauldron would be a problem. The bigger problem is not splashing themselves with the contents. "Alright. I'd say legs first, but..." She smirked. "Cunt first, then."

Sarah nodded. "Yup. Careful not to splash." The two lifted the woman up and over the edge, and suddenly Daphne's nose was hit with a burning, acrid smell. She had thought the substance was just water or would maybe be broth or something. Whatever was boiling away was... harsh to her eyes and nose. "3. 2. 1, and IN YOU GET!" The two women slightly threw the rat over the edge, both stepping back. Though Gabby more scampered back to make sure none of it hit her. The moment Daphne hit the edge of the liquid, she screamed. The pain was more than she could have ever predicted. It wasn't just the boiling heat, either. It felt like it pierced through her with a thousand molten claws. Her butt thumped on the bottom, the liquid just high enough to cover her to her shoulders but leave her head above. She wished she would have slid under, but instead, her back ended up pressing to the scorching edge of the pot, searing her fur and flesh.

Gabby flinched as she heard the most horrific screams she had ever heard, even from the videos she had watched. It was almost too much for her... almost. She still looked at her girlfriend. "So... just what is that stuff you put in there again?"

Sarah shrugged. "I dunno what it's called exactly. Something Mom bought from DrLuminecense way back when. Some kind of super acid or something. Mixes well into water with high heat. Mom got it to dispose of bodies in case my cooking didn't work out." She hadn't looked away, watching intently as the boiling woman let out blood curdling shrieks of pure agony. She couldn't see it, but she could imagine what was happening. Daphne's flesh was being cooked, boiled away to the bone, while the acid burn and ate at her, melting the boiled meat away. Soon, it would burn away enough that it would seep inside of her body and start to eat at her insides. She was pretty sure she knew when that happened, as Daphne's shrieks grew louder and higher pitched, then... more of a gurgling as her lungs blistered and boiled inside her chest.

Gabby shuddered. "Fucking brutal." She heard a grunt in response. "So... um... how do we... clean the thing out when we're done."

"Turn off the heat, let it cool for a bit, then chuck in one of the really big boxes of baking soda. Or two. It counters acid. Won't completely neutrilize it, but it should turn everything in there into a kind of jellied mix of slush. Then we just let it completely cool off so we can move it." Before the question could be asked, she looked at her lover. "We'll put it into mom's workshop." She meant the small shipping crate in the garage. "I was already going to call someone to dispose of it. They'll dump the whole fucking thing into the bay."

The coldness in Sarah's voice kind of scared Gabby a little. "You've really thought this through. I was just going to boil her alive." She looked over once the screaming finally ended, just in time to see Daphne's head slip under the bubbling surface of the liquid. The bubbles had turned into a distinctly red foam on the surface as flesh and blood was eaten away by the boiling acid. "Guess this was faster."

"And more painful. Too fast for her nerves to turn off, so she felt everything." She got a sadistic smile. "Well, at least until about now, when it starts eating at her brain. She's probably already dead. Go ahead and turn the gas off and let it start cooling. Leave the vent running while it cools off."

Gabby nodded, moving over to the propane hookup and turning it off. The flame under the cauldron died in an instant, and a second later, the liquid started to calm, though it still foamed quite a bit as it ate away at whatever was left of the rodent. It was not exactly what she would have considered a sexy death, that was for sure. But it was... very brutal. And it kind of worried her that Sarah thought of this so quickly. "Gotta say... for only your second kill... this was kind of extreme." Sarah had only ever worked on already dead people before.

Sarah took a deep breath, suddenly looking very tired as she slowly let it back out again. So tired that she was extremely grateful when an arm slid around her middle, leaning her against a warm shoulder. "Yeah..." She closed her eyes, leaning a little more against her lover. "I'm sorry if I scared you there..."

Gabby laughed slightly, hugging the girl and visibly relieved that she heard her girlfriend's softer voice again. "A little, but it's okay. I was just worried you'd... stay like that." She gently nudged Sarah forward. "C'mon. You should go lay down for a while. Don't worry, I can handle dumping a box of baking soda into a big pot."

The canine was going to resist, but she did feel utterly drained. "Yeah... we can finish getting all of it moved later. Going to have to wait a few hours for it to cool off anyway." She leaned heavily against Gabby and let herself get led out of the kitchen. The two walked away, leaving behind the still bubbling pot, foaming with the melted, bloody remains of Daphne Terris. The killer of killers, scourge of D-Gen, reduced to nothing but a gooey liquid.

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The next day, the announcement was made on the forums. A banner was placed at the top of the page, linking to a locked forum thread titled: Ladies and gentlemen, we got 'em.

Sir_Mike_Killgrave (mod): So, for anyone that has been under a rock for the past few months, there has been a person in Alta Ferro city that seemed to be specifically hunting down D-Gen members in the area. Normally, this would be just a standard risk, but things were... off. For one, the bodies of the members was found, dismembered, mutilated, and left posed. Again, this could be just one of us, but there were no videos, no pics, and no one claimed the kill. By the third kill, we figured we had a problem.

As of yesterday, that problem has finally been solved. This individual people have been calling The Killer of Killers has been found and removed by our enforcement team. The individual in question was one Daphne Terris, a female rat who had been attacked by a member several years ago, but managed to get away. She somehow learned of D-Gen's existence through this experience, and joined as the member Geomoore. Our records show we knew of this connection at the time, but as most of you are likely aware, it is very common for members to be former victims of an attack and have their awakening to this lifestyle through the event. So we simply wrote it off. Unfortunately, this time that was a mistake on our part.

As the person who is responsible for managing this information, I take responsibility. From now on, we will be monitoring members more closely. The last thing we want is for another would-be vigilante to slip through the cracks again. This will not effect the vast majority of you, and we are not going to become a police state and impose restrictions, nor will this somehow be used as some form of blackmail. That would be silly, as just being a member of this site would be a crime in most countries already, let alone creating content for it. But we will be taking potential threats such as this far more seriously in the future.

But for now, you may all breathe a sigh of relief, and members within Alta Ferro may go back to their hunting grounds. Further discussion of this matter is not discouraged. But do not try to emulate the late Ms. Terris, unless you want to meet the same, very unsatisfying end. There are far better ways to die.

Sir_Mike_Killgore - Moderator, head of information and security

With that, the message ended. With the thread locked, there were no direct responses, but the forum became a flurry of theories about how the killer died, with some questioning if it was real. A few even raised a theory that it might have been a mod doing it, but that was shot down quickly. Eventually, things and people moved on quickly, as they tend to do, and soon enough it was business as usual again.

As for Sarah and Gabby, the only person they ever told about what happened was JD, as he was a mod and privy to details anyway. The three held a quiet funeral for MJ. Her photograph now hangs inside The Dead Brew Coffee Shoppe as tribute, with only D-Gen members truly knowing its significance.

No one ever found the dumped remains of one Daphne Terris. And no one really looked.

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