The Raccoons: No Refusal
#4 of The Raccoons
Bert Raccoon stomped his foot on the ground, angry and discouraged he flailed his arms in the air. The raccoon was just about fed up with Lisa Raccoon.
"Come on, Lisa, why won't you go out with me?"
The taller female raccoon rolled her eyes, sighing. "Bert, how many times do I have to tell you this; you are too old for me."
"I am not too old!" protested Bert.
Lisa shook her head. "Jesus, Bert. What is wrong with you? Don't you understand the meaning of 'no'?
"Lisa," he said, trying to fight back the tears. "I love you! What do I have to prove it to you?"
"I don't doubt you love me, Bert," she said, trying to empathize with the lovesick raccoon. "The problem is I just don't love you that way. Besides, I'm going off to college in a month and I won't have time to see you anyway. I'll be meeting guys my own age."
Bert sobbed. "They can't love you the way I can, Lisa! You know that! I'm more mature and experienced than they are!"
Lisa snorted. "Mature? Yeah, right. I'll be finding a guy who has a promising career, not some guy that still lives with his friends and has a paper route!"
Bert felt the sting of her last comment like it was a dagger going into his heart. All this time he thought she at least had respect for him, but no. The condescending remark about him being a paper boy was what killed him. She saw him as nothing more than an overgrown kid, an arrested development of a raccoon. Bert ground his teeth hard enough that Lisa could her him. This was it. He had enough.
"Fuck you, Lisa!" he said picking up a glass at throwing it at the wall. "You're going to be with me! Just you watch!"
Disgusted and somewhat frightened, Lisa picked up her purse and headed out the door. "You're a fucking psycho, Bert. Go get help!" Bert saw the door slam, leaving him alone in the raccoondaminium, yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs.
"You'll be with me, Lisa, if it's the last thing that I do!"
Hours had passed since Lisa's creepy meeting with Bert. She had gone out and drove around in her car, trying to get the awful image of Bert out of her mind. The thought of him screaming like some lunatic and threatening her was enough to unsettle even the strongest creature. At eighteen years old, it was terrifying. She couldn't get his words out of her mind, the scraming Bert telling her that she would be with him. This wasn't the Bert Raccoon she had known all these years. Clearly, there was a dark, highly repressed personality that Bert had kept hidden from his friends and family for all these years. Did Uncle Ralph and Aunt Melissa know they were letting an unstable individual live with them? It was bad enough, Bert threatening her, but her family members were also in danger.
Lisa saw her house up ahead, turning, she pulled into the driveway. It was now dark, and no one was home. Her parents George and Nichole had been gone for the week on a cruise to celebrate their anniversary and her little brother Bentley was staying with friends from school. The female raccoon sat in her car, trying to piece together the situation with Bert. It was just too much to deal with right now.
"Okay," she said talking to herself, "I'm just going to go inside and go to bed. When Mom and Dad get back, I'm going to tell them what happened. They'll know what to do."
Though her parents had taken their cellphone and could be reached, Lisa didn't want to burden them with bad news. After all, there was nothing they could do to aid her in the Evergreen Forest as they were all the way in the Carribean Sea, visiting islands of tropical beauty. Lisa summoned the courage to get through the night. Getting out of her car, she took the keys and fumbled around for the house key. Unlocking the door, she was greeted to an empty house; silent save for the buzzing of the kitchen freezer and refrigerator.
Walking in doors, she flicked on the wall light switch and tossed her purse on the sofa. Lisa had been so preoccupied worrying about how to deal with Bert, that she hadn't even noticed she was starving. Hearing her stomach rumbling, she went to the kitchen and pulled out a box of leftover pizza from the night before. Zapping it in the microwave, she brought it out to the living room and scarfed it down.
"Wonder what's on the television?"
Lisa picked up the remote and turned on the widescreen television. She needed some noise to get rid of the eerie silence that hung about the house. She flicked through the channels, shaking her head at the mind-numbing garbage that comprised the overwhelming majority of cable TV, she finally settled on watching some college basketball. Feeling more relaxed, she propped her feet up on the sofa's matching footrest. Only thirty seconds of basketball had been watched when the station went to a quick commercial break. The commercial, a cheesey diatribe about finding that "perfect partner" from some dating website blared throughout the living room. The mention of dating was enough to make Lisa shut off the television.
"God," snarled Lisa, "even on TV I'm reminded of that creepy asshole Bert!" she yelled.
Tired of television already, Lisa turned it off, flinging the remote on the sofa and headed upstairs. Going into the bathrroom, she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth with some Listerine before heading to her bedroom. Once inside, she didn't bother to lock the door, or even shut it. With her being the sole occupant at the moment, she didn't see any reason to. She looked over at her alarm clock, it read 11:45 P.M.
"Wow, it's later than I though!" Lisa, like usual, pulled her clothes off and shut off the light. Like every night, she slept in the nude, and tonight was no exception. Throwing the covers over her naked form, Lisa settled into a comfortable position. Her eyelids grew heavy, she blinked once, twice, thrice and was out.
Lisa awoke later, thinking she heard a bump. Being the only one at home, she was hypersensitive to any sudden noise. Looking around, she saw nothing and chalked it up to the house settling or something falling outside. She looked at her alarm clock, moaning.
"Ugh, 1:30 in the morning! I need to get back to sleep!"
The female raccoon turned over to her other side, facing away from her alarm clock on the nightstand. Again, her eyes were heavy with sleep; blinking once, twice . . .
Lisa felt the sudden movement of someone putting a paw over her face. She tried to struggle, but the paw was covered with a towel with some kind of strong chemical smell. It took only moments, and she was out.
Lisa awoke, her head still spinning from whatever she had breathed in. She went to put a paw on her head, but couldn't. She pulled again and made the shocking discovery that her paws and feet had been tied to the bed posts! Vainly, she pulled on the ropes and was suddenly blinded by her bedroom light being turned on. The sudden burst of luminescence made her close her eyes instinctively. She blinked and was greeted by a terrifying sight.
"Bert!" she yelled. "What are you doing to me?"
Bert, dressed in all black shirt, pants and knit cap stared at the young female raccoon, his eyes ablaze with lunacy. His voice was completely calm when he spoke.,
"I had a key to your house that Bentley gave me. I have to say, I didn't appreciate you calling me a creepy asshole earlier. You know me, I'm a nice guy!"
Lisa shuddered. "You've been here that long? Oh my God! Bert you sick, sick son of a bitch!"
Bert waved a paw reprovingly. "I don't think you should talk about me or your future mother-in-law that way, honey."
Lisa kept pulling, struggling to free herself from bondage. "Bert, what the hell are you talking about?"
Bert smiled, almost looking innocent. "Why, you and I are getting married, my love!"
Lisa spat at him, though her saliva got nowhere near him, landing somewhere on her bedroom floor. "I'll never marry you, you disgusting, psychotic motherfucker! Let me go! Let me go!"
Bert sighed. "Alright, if you don't want to get married, that's fine by me."
Lisa stopped struggling momentarily. "It is?"
"Yes," said Bert, pulling off his shirt. "If you don't want to get married, I don't have a problem with living in sin. After all, this is the modern world and you kids think marriage is outdated anyway, right?"
Lisa watched, frozen with pure, unadulterated horror as Bert pulled off the rest of his clothes. She knew what he wanted. Even worse, she knew there was no way she could stop him, not tied up the way she was. Naked, bound, and helpless, the female raccoon sobbed. "Bert, please, don't do this to me! If you love me, if you REALLY love me, you won't rape me!"
Bert climbed on the bed, caressing the soft fur of Lisa's legs. "I do love you, Lisa. That's why what I'm about to do isn't rape!"
Lisa sobbed even harder, wishing for death rather then enduring this. "Bert, please, you're sick. You need help! If you let me go, I'll take you to a doctor that can help you!"
Bert got out of bed. "You talk to much, Lisa." He got down on the floor, picking up a roll of duct tape. Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping that some creature somewhere might hear her and call the police. Bert shook his head as he taped her mouth shut.
"Sorry, honey, but this is for your own good. I will thank you for your help, though. You're going to be the mother of my child!"
Lisa closed her eyes, trying to divorce herself from the ordeal as Bert climbed on top of her. Sobbing, Lisa felt the warm breath of Bert as he whispered in her ear. "I love you." Lisa let out a muffled scream as she felt Bert enter her, tearing her virgin hymen. Bert closed his eyes, obviously savoring her tight entrance.
"Oh, Lisa, isn't this romantic?"
The female raccoon cried harder than she ever had in her life. What could be worse than this? She would have welcomed death with open arms if only that would stop this living nightmare she was in. Her she was, stripped, bound, tied to her bed being violated--losing her virginity to a beast she now hated with every fiber of her being. If that wasn't enough, the twisted freak wanted to force her to have his evil spawn. She hoped, prayed this would stop with every thrust Bert pounded her with.
"Don't cry, honey," said Bert, still fucking her. "This is a beautiful, natural act of love!"
Love? How could this be love? If he really loved her, he would stop. The moisture from her saliva and tears had soaked the tape enough now that it had slipped off just enough for her to let out a shrieking scream. Bert had to momentarily stop his thrusting, covering his ears.
"Stop that right now!" he demanded. "No one is going to hear you!"
He reached down to secure the tape over Lisa's mouth, but was instead greeted with the bound female biting down hard on his paw. Wailing in pain, Bert held his injured right paw. Bright red blood flowed from his paw from the bite. He went into a rage, slapping Lisa furiously.
"You ungrateful bitch!" he screamed. "Look at all I've done for you and . . ."
The sound of something being racked filled the room. Turning around, Bert saw Bentley Raccoon holding a pump action 12 guage shotgun inches away from his head. Bentley's eyes burned red with hatred.
"Bentley, I can explain I . . ."
BOOM!
A single burst from the shotgun rang out. Bert's entire face was blown off. Lisa screamed as her room, even her was splattered with blood, bone and brain matter of her now deceased rapist. Bentley threw the shotgun down and went to his sister's aid. He peeled the tape off her mouth.
"Bentley! How did you get here?"
Bentley tried untying the ropes, but knowing Lisa kept a pocket knife in her nightstand, he went for that instead. "I came home at about midnight because my friend George was getting sick and he didn't want me to catch what he had."
"How did you . . ."
"As soon as I heard you scream, I went to Mom and Dad's room and got Dad's shotgun out of the closet. When I saw Bert raping you, I knew I had to stop it!"
Her bonds now cut, Lisa wrapped her naked body in her bedsheets, and cried, holding onto to Bentley, her brother trying to comfort his deeply traumatized sister.
"Thank you, Bentley!" she sobbed, holding onto him for dear life.
A tear fell down Bentley's face. "Come on," he said, "we need to call the police."