Dark History - Tzeitel in Canestone's Lair - NSFW

About one year before Tzeitel escaped MegaCorp. (6 years ago)

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Before Tzeitel opened her eyes she noticed the smell. What a horrible smell. Like blood. She remembered what was happening right before she was knocked out and her eyes popped open. She was in a … room? Light poured in a doorway illuminating a camp stove and a cask of water on a crate. Tzeitel tried to move and she could not.

She was paralyzed.

The collar. She must have gone out of the radius and triggered her collar causing it to inject her with the paralyzing agent.

No, she would remember that. Wouldn’t she?

Canestone came into view. He was holding pieces of rope.

He must have carried her out of range while she was knocked out which triggered the collar.

She wondered how long it had been since the collar was triggered, when she could move again. Then she wondered what Canestone was doing.

He was tying rope around her right wrist.

“Stop, what are you doing?” Tzeitel asked.

“Oh good, you’re awake. I can’t wait to start.” Canestone smiled.

He tied her wrist to something, Tzeitel could not see what he tied her wrist to because she could not even move her head. Tzeitel tried to draw on her power but there was nothing there.

Canestone repeated the process with her other wrist, then her feet, tying her down spread eagle. She started to be able to move as he was tying her but her movements were too sluggish to put up much of a fight.

“I take it your collar is keeping you from moving?” Canestone asked. “It did something while I was carrying you, it paralyzed you? Seems to be wearing off.”

Tzeitel did not answer. She was terrified.

She looked around the room, it looked to be some kind of shack of only one room. What was that on the wall- were those ears? She no longer doubted the file claiming that Canestone had killed people.

Canestone rattled a jar in her face, in his other hand he held pliers. Tzeitel looked at the jar and realized it held teeth.

“This is what happens to biters. Just so you know.” Canestone said. “Besides, you see what I can do with my skin, right?” He thickened his skin. “Biting doesn’t hurt me. But it is annoying. Ruins the mood.”

He set the jar and pliers aside, then picked up a knife.

This is it. He’s going to kill me. Tzeitel thought.

But instead of cutting her, Canestone cut off her clothing. Every stitch until she wore nothing but the collar and ropes binding her wrist and ankles. Tzeitel shook with fear. She could move now, but it did her no good, the ropes were too tight, too strong.

Canestone turned his skin to sandpaper and ran his rough hands over her body. Tzeitel tried to flinch away from him but there was nowhere to go.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Canestone asked.

Of course Tzeitel had no boyfriend, never had a boyfriend. She did not answer.

“How many men have you been with?” Canestone asked.

Tzeitel could not speak, her mouth was so dry.

He pinched and twisted, drawing a cry of pain from her. “How many?”

“None.” Tzeitel whimpered. “Please, stop.”

“Is that true?” He asked, doing it again.

“Yes!” Tzeitel yelped.

“I might believe you.” Canestone said, his hands roaming.

“Please, don’t do this.” Tzeitel begged. She desperately tried to draw on her powers, for years her pheromone manipulation had kept the soldiers from ever doing more than grope her. But her powers were gone.

“I find it’s always best to get this over with right away.”

Canestone got on top of her. Tzeitel screamed and struggled against the ropes until her wrists and ankles were bleeding, she cried and begged. But he still hurt her. She had heard enough girls screaming while getting raped in MegaCorp to know it hurt, but the pain was worse than anything she could ever imagine. It seemed to go on forever. She thought she would die, she thought the pain would drive her mad. Finally, after an eternity, he finished. He rolled off her. He fixed his pants and sat on the camp bed.

Tzeitel lay on the floor, weeping, gasping in pain, shaking and bleeding.

“Even if I wasn’t the first, I must have been the best you ever had by how much you’re bleeding.” Canestone said.

Tzeitel was able to turn her head enough to vomit.

Canestone laughed. “I get that a lot.”

Tzeitel realized that there was no walking away from this alive. He was not going to let her go after tying her down and violating her. And it was not over yet.

Canestone left the shack, coming back a few minutes later. He dashed most of the vomit away by dumping the bucket of water on it, but doing little else to clean it up.

***

They must be here soon. They’re coming for me. Tzeitel thought. The collar, for once can’t this damned collar help me instead of harming me? She had been told that the collar had a tracking beacon if she ever managed to get away, that she could never get far or away for long.

But what was taking them so long?

She had been in this shack for hours. Canestone had fired up the camp stove in front of her and used it to heat the blades of butter knives. Then he used the hot knives to make her talk. He made her tell him about the collar, and Tzeitel let him think that the collar was suppressing her powers. She still could not draw on them so the collar may as well have been suppressing them rather than just being drained. Tzeitel did not know if she could survive long enough for her powers to replenish. Canestone made her tell him everything about her powers, how they worked, her weaknesses, her strengths. Then he made her tell him everything she knew about MegaCorp. Then he made her tell him about herself, even the date of her last period- he made her tell him everything.

With no questions left, Canestone set to torturing her just to please himself. Whenever Tzeitel thought she had finally experienced the worst pain imaginable, Canestone proved her wrong. It never stopped. There was no relief. There was just pain, fear and despair. Somewhere between the burning, the cutting, the bites, the talking that never stopped, that damned sandpaper skin rubbing her raw, the rapes, Tzeitel felt something in her mind break.