Chapter IV
Cassandra could not take
it. She could not stand by, watching it
happen idly. No, this was not happening
to her toy.
The insane part of Cassandra wanted
to sit silently, watch as Visser Nineteen played with her toy. She could learn a few things from him. He was so… brutal. He enjoyed the tears, the black roses of hate, the blood red
stars of pain, that which made her emotional pleas so satisfying. Cassandra's insanity begged him to go
on. The pain of the toy's mind was so
equisite.
He finished, though, and every part
of Cassandra that had watched him ravish her pet while feeling the hatred boil
within her, the part of her that remembered what her yeerk once knew, that part
wanted to impale him and leave the Visser to starve in the arctic wastelands,
that part wanted him to die. Pet was her
property! She was Cassandra's
kitten. How could he just come in and
fuck her?
The smallest part of her, the slice
of her mind that was responsible for her continued existence throughout the
insanity, took control. "Visser
Nineteen. I was not aware you had found
a replacement for your previous host. I
see that form fits you well," Bloody fucking son of a bitch whore
mother-fucker, "Has your sabatical in the pool been pleasant?"
Visser Nineteen grinned as he
finished dressing his host. "This form
is very pleasing. It was aware of the
existence of this little fuck toy here," the yeerk prodded the crying blonde
woman on the bed, before casually walking towards the door. Wary of tripping on
any of the items strewn about the ground from the Pet's struggle. "I will return in due time to use her again,
Sub Visser. Do keep her alive until
then, will you? Ducks here is quite the
entertainment," he opened the door and turned, losing every bit of humor from
his voice, leaving only controlled agression, "But do not fuck with me, Sub
Visser. I was banished to that dismal
pool for three months without a host, you know exactly how my sabatical
was," and Visser Nineteen left the room.
As Rachel lay crying, watching the
scene play out, she did not pay much more attention than necessary for her own
survival. Cassandra was obviously
angry, her eyes hard, her back rigid. Even through the tears Rachel could see that she was furious. Tobias was a sated, very satisfied Visser,
at Cassandra's expense. Cassandra had
seen at least five minutes of it. She
did nothing, and could do nothing. A
Visser was not to be interrupted. It
caused Rachel to think, perhaps Cassandra really was angry for her? No, of course not. Cassandra was angry at a use of her property. She was angry at being the one not in
control. She would never worry for
Rachel's pain and misery.
Cassandra stormed to the side of the
bed, "You little bitch! You've given
your body to him! A body which belongs
to me! How dare you, a pathetic little
pet, receive the seed of a Visser? You
are not worthy of the refuse of a gedd!" Cassandra's hand flew out, striking Rachel across the face with a
viscious blow.
Had It been any other time in her
life, Rachel would not have stood by. She would have been kicking and screaming until Cassandra decided she
was not worth keeping around. It
wouldn't have mattered the pain the little wrist computer could cause within
her, as long as she maintaned what little control she had left. But now, having been raped by the one person
she had left in the world, the only one she'd ever had in body, mind,
and soul, Rachel was shattered. Collapsing onto the bed, she said nothing. She made no motions to
resist, or end Cassandra's torrent.
"Talk, you little bitch!" Screaming
in rage, Cassandra pressed the first button accessible on her remote.
Rachel had not thought she had the
energy left to scream, but when her skin began to sear, her blood to boil, her
lips opened and the cries were ripped from her. Her legs flew out, lost in spasms of unknown hurt.
"Stupid little bitch Pet. You give yourself to him! You Visser fucking bitch!" Rachel heard
nearly nothing of the rant, her body wracked with convulsions as her nerve
endings received the knowledge of being burned alive, of flesh melting under
fantastic heat. Her screams grew louder
as Cassandra only increased the levels of pain. Pain of which Rachel had no protection, no recourse.
Casandra paced the room, every step
being one of rage. Not only had the
bitch fucked him, but in her quarters, in her sleeping room! Where every fantasy inside the now twisted
mind of her host had taken place.
"Stop! Please!" Rachel managed to cry out, the pain had beeing going on
for at least five minutes, but Cassandra ignored her as she continued to
think. The screams only rose to more
desperate levels.
It was as the yeerk, reeling in
insane anger, ripped the fantasy from the mind of the long-mute former animal
lover, that a smile began to form on Cassandra's face.
Walking to the twisting, churning,
convulsing form of her Pet, Cassandra grabbed her beautiful face and wrenched
her gaze to meet her own. "Ask me for
forgiveness, Pet. Beg Miss Casandra,
and tell her what a naughty girl you've been."
As her body tremored, Rachel stopped
her screaming, trying to form the words around the intense agony, "I… I'm so-"
she twisted as another button was pushed, adding freezing knives into the
sensation, but struggled to find the words, "I'm sorry Miss Casandra…" the scream
that burst through was unaparallelled so far, "I was na- I was naughty."
It all stopped, the writhing, the knives,
the burning, even Cassandra's choking hold on her face.
"Good," Cassandra murmered,
smoothing the dirty hair around her Pet's face.
Rachel's body had been kept concious until now by the collar, but as the computer on Cassandra's wrist began to bleep, telling of it's wearer's physical levels, she was hit by the bleak train of unconciousness. She did not even feel Cassandra's fingers on her face, or the words, "That's a better pet. We'll have so much ahead of us."