No Right
No Right
by Neon Tetra
Notes: This story is a completely unauthorized alternate ending to a story called "Two Wrongs" by FuzzWolf on Yiffstar.com. I have not read the real ending, which may be yet-to-come. I probably should not have written this at all, but it is the kind of story that will drive you crazy if you just leave it alone. So, with apologies to the original author, here are the results of my temporary insanity. This contains mature themes and is only for readers of 18 years or older.
...One more thing...don't take the first three paragraphs seriously...I figure most people would expect a cross between "Rambo" and "Freddy's Revenge". That's not what this is.
***
Many years later, the canine, Jacob had grown much bigger and stronger, fueled by anger and hatred at his attackers. But, now, he'd have his revenge. Before him was the black cat Mary: naked, and tightly bound. Jacob grinned as he approached her, showing his gleaming, sharpened teeth.
Mary gave Jacob a terrified look. "What are you going to do to me?" she gasped.
"The question," he replied, "is what am I *not* going to do to you." He stepped aside, revealing a cart bearing an array of "toys" with wicked-looking spines and barbs.
***
Jacob awoke from his dream with a start. He felt weak, and in tremendous pain. He realized he was looking at a white ceiling. Then he saw a female nurse--of the rabbit persuasion--looking over him.
"Doctor, he's awake," the nurse said.
The doctor, who appeared to be part beaver, looked down at Jacob. "You've been treated for third degree abrasions and lacerations all over the lower half of your body, as well as severe anal and testicular trauma. It's obvious that you were molested and abused sexually." He watched for Jacob's reaction. Jacob nodded weakly. "Can you speak?" the doctor ventured.
"I...think so," Jacob answered, finding his strength returning despite the pain.
"Good," said the doctor. "Detective Wolff from the police department is here, and he wants to take a statement while things are still fresh in your memory."
The nurse looked at Jacob sympathetically. "Don't worry, you'll be fine, and the painkillers will kick in very soon," she said.
***
The numbness of the painkillers seemed to make Jacob's feelings of fear and embarrassment temporarily subside as well. He told the police detective everything. He told of how he was the son of the headmaster at the girls' school, which he was forced to also attend. He told of how a group of girls had abducted him and raped and tortured him, claiming to be making him pay for the rape and abuse his father had done to them. The detective saved the statement on a voice recorder.
"OK, I think we have what we need. Now, you know we can bring most of them in and take them to Juvenille Hall, but unless we manage to get some confessions, it will be hard to prove exactly who did this. We may be able to keep them a few days at most," the officer confided.
Jacob sighed sadly. "I'm as good as dead. If I even go to school again, they'll finish me off."
The detective looked at Jacob and frowned sympathetically. "Don't worry about it so soon. We'll find a way to work things out. Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?"
Jacob looked at the tape recorder. "Can I borrow that recorder? I'd like to record my thoughts for a while, and it's hard to write when you can't sit up."
"Well, the department won't allow me to let you have that one, but I have a personal one in the car that I can lend you for a while. I'll ask the nurse to bring it to you when I leave," the detective replied.
***
A while later, a pair of rabbit ears peeked into the door. They were followed by the rest of a rabbit girl, about Jacob's age. She walked in and softly closed the door.
Jacob stated the obvious. "You're not the nurse."
"No, she's my mom. She asked me to bring you this." She walked up to Jacob and set the recorder on the tray next to him. Jacob thanked her, then waited, expecting her to shuffle back out without paying him any more mind.
Instead, she stayed and stared at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She hesitated. "I...heard all about what happened." A small tear formed in her eye. "I was raped once, myself. I know how awful it is. But these girls tried to put the pain of all of them combined onto just one person--an innocent person. That's beyond horrible!" Forgetting that they had barely met, she ran up and hugged him around the neck.
This surprised Jacob, but in a pleasant way. For a moment, he forgot about his pain. "I'm Jacob. What's your name?"
"Bunny," she replied.
"Well, it's good to meet you. I sure needed to meet somebody nice about now," he stated.
"You're much nicer than I ever expected." came her reply.
Jacob looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"It was your father that did it to me as well. It was a few years ago. I've been through therapy, though, and I've moved on."
Jacob began to cry violently. "I'm sorry. I hate him so much. I wish I wasn't his son. I wish I had never been born!"
Bunny stood up. "Don't ever think that way!" she ordered firmly. "The first thing you've got to remember is that it *isnt' your fault.* You were violated. They had no right whatsoever to do this to you!"
Jacob stopped crying and shot Bunny a surprised look. "You mean that?" he sniffled.
Bunny hugged him again. "Yes, I do." She helped him wipe the tears, then looked at the robe draped over his legs. She paused for a moment. "I know this is a bit forward of me, but may I look?"
"What?" Jacob gasped.
"Please?" Bunny asked gently. "I really want to know what happened."
Jacob reluctantly agreed. He felt as if he had already been on display to the female world, anyway, and this one actually seemed friendly, so there seemed no point to deny her. She carefully pulled away the robe and looked down on the abused flesh of his legs and genital area. She nodded sadly.
"Such monsters!" she said. "It must be painful."
"Well, the drugs are helping a lot," Jacob responded. "I just wish they had given me something to ease the frustration. They brought me close to climaxing so many times and then just hurt me."
Bunny smiled at him. "I think I can help with that."
Jacob frowned. "Please don't. It's been hurt so much, and I don't think I can stand somebody frustrating me again. I'm sorry for what my father did to you, OK?"
Bunny ignored his plea and began doing something in the area of his crotch. She said, "I told you you're not to blame..and I've learned a thing or two about the body from having a nurse for a mom."
Jacob realized that she had already gotten his shaft to become erect, even though he didn't feel the pain he would have expected from having it rubbed. He felt the excitement rising within his body, as she leaned over his member, making it hard to see what was happening. Somehow, her touch was so gentle, yet so perfect, that she was bringing him to an orgasm without causing any pain to his damaged flesh.
His excitement rose higher and higher, until he felt the near-orgasm that he remembered with horror having felt the last several times, as one of his abusers had brought him to this point only to deny and agonize him instead of finishing. He half expected this to happen again, but instead he felt himself go over the edge. As he climaxed, the pain in his traumatized anus was noticeable, but nothing compared to the feeling of his loins exploding with desperate pleasure and release. Bunny was slightly startled as her face was blasted with much more than expected. She didn't mind, though, and soon had everything cleaned up with hospital precision.
Jacob could do nothing but look at the rabbit in total appreciation. "There's no way I can thank you enough," he stammered.
"Just be my friend," Bunny answered simply.
***
The next day, the nurse peeked into the room where Jacob was now watching TV. "Your father's here," she informed him.
Jacob barely had time to groan to himself, when the headmaster stormed in. He looked like an angry junkyard dog. Jacob had known for some time that his father had some involvement in organized crime, and had generally attributed that as the cause of his menacing appearance.
"What do you want?" Jacob growled.
"Hello, son," the headmaster said, as if his were the initial greeting.
Jacob continued to growl at his father. "This is really your fault! You raped and tortured those girls, and you brought this down on me!"
The headmaster studied him for a moment. "Yes, son, I did rape those girls...and made them experience many exquisite sorts of pain. Mary, Katherine and Elizabeth were especially delightful, not to mention that young rabbit that's been lurking around your room. But it's nothing compared to what they have coming now that they've done this..."
Jacob flew off the handle. He would have stood straight up on the bed if he could. "Get away from me!" he shouted. "I don't need your help. I don't need anything from garbage like you! You're not my father! You don't deserve to be!"
The headmaster practically ignored this tirade. "I'll make those girls pay for what they've done to you. And don't worry about me getting caught," he continued, "I'll make sure it's done indirectly...and very thoroughly." Then he walked right out, without responding to Jacob's onslaught, nor even a word of concern for Jacob's health.
***
Jacob gradually started to heal, and was able to be discharged from the hospital in about a week. He had no intention of going home with his father, and managed to make arrangements to stay with Detective Wolff and his family instead. His father didn't argue, and really didn't seem to care.
In the meantime, Jacob and Bunny became good friends. He got permission to attend the public school with her, where she pushed him in a wheelchair until he was well enough to walk with crutches. They ate lunch together every day, and would talk for hours and hours after school. They also shared plenty of physically intimate moments when nobody else was around.
Once the police were sure Jacob was well and could attend a lineup, they prepared to round up the accused. This was when they discovered that Mary had disappeared. She had slipped out a couple of nights before, but her friends had covered-up the disappearance, giving her plenty of time to escape.
This wasn't good, since she would be needed for questioning. The police decided to postpone apprehending the others until she was found.
***
A couple of days later, Bunny was walking home from visiting with Jacob. She started to pass by an alleyway that she had passed many times before without incident. This time, however, there was an incident.
As she was nearly past the alleyway, a clumsily-weilded switchblade plunged into her shoulderblade. She started to scream, but was stopped by an impact to the side of her head. She found herself being dragged into the alleyway and leaned against the wall.
The attacker stood in front of her--a black cat. The cat hissed, "So, you're the one that's been helping Jacob."
Bunny looked up. "You're Mary, the black cat that attacked him," she gasped.
"Very perceptive. Now, allow me to show you why black cats are bad luck." The cat grinned wickedly and moved in with the bloody switchblade.
The effect was lost, however, as Mary suddenly and unexpectedly found herself airborn. She landed on her feet, feeling the pain from a kick to her chest.
Bunny stood in front of her, seething with rage. "No," she growled, "let me show you why rabbits' feet are *good* luck." Mary's feline agility was no match for the barrage of kicks that suddenly overwhelmed her. Bunny, as it turned out, had been to many karate classes since she had been raped. The switchblade proved useless as Mary received the beating of her life. By the time the police arrived, she was black and blue all over beneath her black fur...and she had never been so glad to see a cop.
***
After taking them to the emergency room for treatment, police took statements from both of them. They released Bunny without pressing any charges, but they now had just what they needed to hold Mary in the juvenille detention center for a good long time. The police rounded up the others and, with their leader already defeated, some of them confessed freely.
A few days later, when Bunny was feeling better, Jacob took her to one of the nicer restaurants in town to thank her for all she'd done. Bunny smiled at him as she ate her salad, and stated cheerfully, "I guess it all worked out in the long run."
Jacob looked down. "Not everything. My father, the headmaster, is still a free man." He looked into Bunny's eyes. "Bunny, I want you to testify."
"But it's just my word against his. How can it possibly accomplish anything?"
Jacob answered by pulling out the tape recorder he was still borrowing from the police detective. He leaned in close to Bunny and pressed the "play" button. The volume was low so as not to cause a disturbance in the restaurant, but could hear, "Yes, son, I did rape those girls...and made them experience many exquisite sorts of pain. Mary, Katherine and Elizabeth were especially delightful, not to mention that young rabbit that's been lurking around your room. But it's nothing compared to what they have coming..."
Jacob hit the "stop" button, and looked back at Bunny's wide-eyed stare. He spoke. "I've sent copies of this to all the media sources in town, to the police, the FBI, and to several friends. We'll put him where he belongs, and this will finally be over.
Bunny hopped around the table, put her arms around Jacob and just hugged him quietly.
***
Mary, Katherine, Elizabeth, the siamese and several of the other major players were gathered by the guards at the juvenille detention center. "What's going on?" Mary demanded.
"We've been ordered to move all of you to ward 13. Don't worry, your belongings will be brought to you later," replied one of the guards. They were quickly herded to another part of the building, and locked in. For some reason, none of the guards followed, and none seemed to be waiting on the other side.
A number of much larger girls--wolves, tigers, bears and the like, and obviously extreme juvenille delinquents themselves--suddenly entered the hallway from the surrounding doorways, and started pushing them into a classroom on the side. The others looked frightened, but Mary and Katherine both hissed in fury. "What is the meaning of this?" came Mary's screech.
One of the femme brutes answered back, "The headmaster offered us a hundred bucks each to have some 'fun' with yas. I think we'd best get started." The brute had no way of knowing that the headmaster may soon be in no condition to pay. She looked to several of her largest accomplices. "Take off their pants and bend them over the desks. It's time ta party."
***END***