Chapter 2 - Confinement
#2 of Crimson Fur
Sara gasped with joy as she realized what she had been forgetting all this time. But would it still work? She flipped it open and looked at the cracked display, which had spider-webbed across the screen. The time could barely be made out, 5:43am. Before she could test the phone, she heard rustling in the underbrush behind her. She swiftly and silently turned off the phone. Not wanting to be caught with it, Sara looked around anxiously for a place to hide it. She found a hole in a crook of the fallen log she was leaning against. Sara stuffed the cellphone into the hole and quickly covered it with debris from the forest floor. The snapping and crackling got ever louder, then seemed to surround her from both sides.
"Ah ha!" a shadowy figure said as it shone a flashlight into her face. She recognized Lenny's voice instantly as she scowled and squinted up at him. Another flashlight flipped up and down her as she tried to push herself into the smallest possible crack in the trunk.
"Wow, she's resourceful," Jake said. "She was able to untie herself."
Sara thought Jake sounded tired and groggy. Maybe her attack on him had an effect on him after all.
"Resourceful, my ass!" Lenny scoffed. "She's smart enough to untie herself, but not cover her escape." He shined the flashlight along the path she took. The raccoon girl had left a trail of blood on the ground that was easily spotted. Jake clicked his tongue at her.
"Tch, tch, tch... Poor baby."
He grabbed Sara by her injured arm and pulled her up off the ground. She shrieked in agony but didn't have the strength to fight back.
Before long, Sara was back in the bed of the pickup truck. This time, Lenny switched places with Jake. He drove the truck while Jake sat with Sara. Jake was a heavy set man, muscular. He appeared to be in the late thirties or early 40's. He had removed his shirt and tied it in a knot around his bloody mid-section. He had shorter blond hair, and a full shaggy beard. In his hand he held a bottle of beer. Sara couldn't help but notice dark circles under his eyes and he was pale as a ghost. For some reason they didn't bother to gag her this time. She had to muster up her confidence before she spoke.
"Why - are you doing this?"
Jake snorted and tipped the bottle up to his lips. "I hate - your kind."
"My kind? What-"
"You animal types! You think you're so much better than us. We were here first!"
Sara felt indignant, but she thought carefully before speaking again.
"What have I done -personally- to you?"
Jake laughed, then shivered. He took out a pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth, cupping his hand around the lighter as he lit it. He took a drag and smiled at her.
"Well, you did carve me up, or did you forget that?"
Sara looked away. "That's not what I meant! You attacked me first!"
"Come on. I was only trying to be friendly!"
Sara felt rage building up inside her. "Friendly? You call smashing my car window friendly? You call chasing me down, torching my car, abducting me at knife point friendly?!"
Jake puffed for a moment, then leaned down to offer Sara a drag. She spit in his face. He grabbed her around the throat and squeezed.
"You fucking whore. You'll get what's coming to you, I swear, I swear. When I'm done with you you'll be begging me to kill you. But you're gonna suffer, bitch!" he hissed. Jake reluctantly released his grip and Sara choked and gasped for breath. She trembled in fear at Jake's threat.
"What are you going to do to me?"
Jake sat back and took a pull on his beer. He looked up the road as the truck slowed and turned right down a gravel road. Lenny honked the horn twice and stopped the truck. A brief moment later, Sara heard a new voice. "About time you got back here."
Lenny leaned out the window. "We had some trouble."
"So I heard," the voice said.
Jake took a final puff of the cigarette, then flicked it over the side of the truck.
"She hurt me, Baker, she hurt me bad."
The man named Baker laughed. "You look like shit, man!"
A face peered over the bed of the truck. Sara struggled to see him around Jake. Baker gestured to the raccoon girl. "Is this the fur that caused you so much grief?"
Jake nodded. Baker roared with laughter. "She's so tiny! Barely a handful!"
Lenny got out and slammed the truck door. "She's small, but wily!" he said.
"Well, let's get her out then." Baker said.
Jake put his bottle down and hoisted Sara up by her injured arm. She pinched her eyes shut and yelped from the pain. Tears rolled down her furry cheeks. When she opened her eyes again, Sara gasped in fright. Baker stood behind the truck, ready to take their prize. He was a hulking behemoth of a man, the total opposite of Lenny. Except for a ring of graying hair from ear to ear, he was bald. He was clean shaven, but his massive arms were coarse and hairy. He wore a grungy pair of black sweat pants, and a short sleeve shirt that appeared to be too small. Baker's gut stuck out over the top of his sweats, and Sara was disgusted by the sight of his fuzzy navel. Jake pushed her to the end of the truck bed and Baker wrapped his thick fingers around her tiny arms. With little effort but great pain on her part, he picked her up and placed her feet on the ground. She bit her lip and whimpered. Sara suddenly felt dizzy as she smelled the repugnant stench of Baker's body odor. It was clear to her that he hadn't bathed in a while. Sara gagged slightly as she tried to hold her breath.
"You can walk, can't you?" Baker asked. Sara hesitated, then nodded.
"Well then, get moving!"
Baker pulled her along, with Lenny and Jake bringing up the rear. Jake carried the toolbox from the back of the truck. Sara looked around as they led her. They had taken her to a huge scrapyard. There were rows and rows of vehicles, all of them in disrepair. By now, dawn had arrived, but the sky was gray and the clouds above were ominous and foreboding. Car parts littered the ground as they led her down a row of twisted, rusty metal and fiberglass. At the end of the treacherous path a small outbuilding stood. It was decrepit, paint flaking off the wood walls of its exterior. The door was secured from the outside with a large wood slide latch. Sara began to tremble as Lenny pulled the latch and opened the door. Baker pushed her inside and flipped a switch on the wall near the door.
The inside was dirty, with bare wood walls and a dusty wooden floor. The room was small with no windows and only a bare light bulb hanging from a wire. On the left side was an alcove, and shackles hung from chains on the wall. There were chains and cuffs bolted to the floor as well. A filthy, threadbare mattress lay in the back right corner. A large plastic bucket with a lid sat near the door. A strange odor permeated the room, Sara could faintly detect the scent of other furs that possibly had been there before. Jake closed the door behind them and set the toolbox down. Baker pulled the gag up off Sara's neck and stuffed it in her mouth.
"You know what to do, boys."
Lenny's eyes lit up and he grinned from ear to ear. He danced around them giggling like a lunatic. Jake opened up the toolbox and pulled out a large pair of pruning shears. Baker threw the raccoon girl onto the mattress. Sara's eyes grew wide and welled up with tears at the sight of the sharp blades. She started to weep hysterically.
"Oh, get ahold of yourself!" Jake said.
Lenny bounced down on the mattress beside her and wrapped his arm around her neck in a choke hold.
"I thought you 'furry' types were supposed to be tough!" he hissed in her ear.
Jake kneeled down and sliced the straps off of Sara's overalls. He removed them leaving Sara wearing a tee shirt, bra and panties. Jake then tore through her shirt and snipped the thin straps of her bra and pulled them off. Lenny finished the job by stripping her underwear off in a fit of madness. Jake rose to his feet and took a step back to admire his actions. Lenny stood next to him snickering and drooling.
Sara lay trembling, her face flustered, still bound and gagged but, except for her makeshift bandage on her arm, completely nude. She had never felt so completely outraged and mortified in her life. She tried to use her fluffy tail to hide her naughty bits. Baker lifted her up off the mattress and pushed her over to the wall of shackles. He cut her paws free from the ropes and held her arms against the wall as Lenny clasped and tightened them around her wrists. Sara held her breath as Baker pushed against her, his stench overbearing. The pressure Baker put on Sara's injured arm was excruciating and she mewled in pain.
"This is for your own good," Baker informed as he locked her ankles in cuffs. "We can't have you thrashing about, you may hurt yourself."
Sara worried what they might have in store for her that would make her thrash.
Reaching into the toolbox, Jake pulled out a rusty pair of pliers.
"What are you planning to do?" Baker asked.
"I'm going to make sure what she did to me never happens again." He took one of her paws in his hand. Tears streaming down her face, Sara shook her head and gave a muffled cry.
"I hope this hurts you as much as you hurt me." He clamped down on one of her sharp claws and viciously ripped it from its place. Sara screamed in anguish. It felt as though someone had lit the tip of her finger on fire and she could not put it out. She squirmed to get free, but the effort only tired her further. She squealed and sobbed as Jake yanked out another claw. The ordeal continued until he had removed all of them. Sara, too weak to carry on any further, passed out from the torture. Her head down, her small body hung limp from the manacles. Sara's fur which was usually soft and shiny was now coarse and matted with sweat, blood and tears.
"Take her down," Baker ordered.
"Why?"
"Because, dummy, we don't want to kill her yet, we gotta play with her some more. You know, like a cat plays with a mouse or bird." Baker said snidely, pleased with his ironic metaphor. Lenny whined empathetically.
"But she's asleep! Why don't we just fuck her now like that tigress we had last month?"
Jake shot Lenny a disapproving look.
"Yeah. You remember what happened then. She woke up and almost took your head off. If I wasn't there with the taser..." Lenny quivered at the unpleasant memory.
"You killed her with that taser. You forgot I was still inside her and you almost killed me too."
Jake raised his voice. "It was an ACCIDENT. And anyway, that's why we don't use the taser anymore, and that's why we do things right, now!" He coughed a bit, then glanced at Baker. "Besides, when we were in town, I picked up some Ecstasy. I heard what that shit does to furs. It makes them...," Jake paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "It's like they're in heat. They beg, plead, and won't stop fucking until it wears off or..," He looked over at Sara who was still out. "or they're knocked up or dead."
Baker sneered. "How are you going to get her to take it?"
Jake gestured. "That's the easy part. Crush it up and put it in her food. She'll either eat it, or starve."
Lenny grinned as his eyes darted around. "Well, where's the keys? Where's the keys?"