Less Horrendous Torture

This is joint-written.

"Got everything you need?" Micah asked, leaning against the door to Hunatos.

"Not quite," Niqi replied. "We just need to raid some stores for a couple of items - a hobby knife, a steel rod, and some charcoal. And something to light the charcoal, too."

Micah nodded. "We'll be able to get all that on the planet, and I've got a pack of matches with me."

Niqi grinned. "Awesome. Let's hurry up and get there."

 

...

 

Niqi walked out of a store and handed Micah a large bag of charcoal. She put the hobby knife she was holding into her right pocket, the small blade pointing upward, and twirled the rod she'd acquired; it was taller than she was. "Was relatively easy to convince the guy to give me what I needed. We don't need much charcoal, if you just want to take a few pieces. Now, where is that f****r?" She looked around as if she might spot him strolling down the street.

Micah took the bag, flipping open the dossier with his free paw. "According to this, he hustles cubs on the street. We should find him working the corner in the red light district, which should be... that way."

Niqi nodded and headed in the direction Micah had pointed, expressionless and keeping a keen eye out for her target.

When Micah and Niqi found Prather, the bird was whipping a young feline boy, in an effort to force him to dance and attract 'customers'.

Niqi's face immediately shifted; she bared her teeth an expression that didn't resemble a smile in the least. She rushed forward at unnatural speed, grabbing the bird's arms and yanking him away. "Go," she said to the boy.

The boy ran down the street, only to be swept up by a four-armed demon and carried away.

"That was one of my best w****s!" Prather growled.

Niqi yelled in frustration, and then began hauling the bird off, headed beyond the city limits; she'd found an area without inhabitants when she'd checked the map earlier. "You will pay for his fate, and for your numerous crimes."

Micah followed, twirling his large cleaver and whistling a slow, sorrowful song.

Prather struggled against Niqi's grip, but with her vampire strength, he was unable to get away.

Niqi could hardly contain herself as she walked at what was to her a slow pace; as soon as she saw no one else besides Micah and her victim, she ran at full speed out of the city's limits, into a peaceful-looking field that didn't at all fit the mood of what she was about to do. She dragged Prather along as she ran, as he was unable to keep up with his feet. When the city reduced to a far-off line on the horizon, she stopped, looking around for Micah, who had fallen behind quite a bit. She glanced down, and noticed Prather's feet. "Oh look, I seem to have burned a hole through your shoes." In addition to the missing shoe material, Prather's feet were scraped rather severely, one toenail broken and hanging on by a thread. "Ah well, can't hurt too much compared to..." She let the sentence die off.

Micah took his time getting to them, still whistling his song.

Niqi cocked her head to the side as he approached. "What is that? I like it."

Micah shrugged. "It's a requiem from Up There."

Niqi's eyes softened. "No wonder it's so beautiful."

"I kinda figured you'd like it." Micah grinned.

Niqi nodded. She moved Prather closer to Micah. "You get his arms, I'll get his feet. He's going on the ground, stomach up."

"Got it." Micah replied, holding Prather's arms down. "Whatcha gonna do to him?"

Niqi grinned sadistically. "You'll see.Light the charcoal, will you?" she asked Micah.

"Sure thing." Micah said, dumping out some charcoal and using one of his matches to light it.

Niqi made quick work of ripping off the bird's pants and boxers, leaving him nude from the waist down besides his ruined shoes.

Micah started whistling again, standing on Prather's wrists to keep him from escaping.

Niqi removed the hobby knife from her pocket and twirled it. "Tell me," she said, taking hold of the bird's shaft, "was it just for the money? Or...did you enjoy what happened to those children?"

"Eat me!" Prather snapped.

Niqi's eyebrows rose, and she couldn't keep a laugh from escaping her. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, b***h." Prather smirked. "I said 'eat me'."

"You have quite some audacity for someone in your situation," Niqi replied, lowering the tip of the hobby knife's blade to Prather's urethra. "Let's see how that holds up, shall we?" She began to push the knife inside, ripping the bird's urethra with both the blade and the width of the cutting tool's pole.

Prather barely winced. "Is that the best you've got, little girl? Go home and play with your dolls..."

Niqi smirked. "We're barely getting started." She shoved the knife down more roughly, then stuck the blade through the skin near the base of his shaft. She turned the tool backwards and cut, ripping his dick open. The wound bled profusely.

Prather finally screamed, though it was cut off when Micah covered his beak with a paw. "He was screaming over the whistling."

Niqi laughed, and then moved the bloodied knife to the bird's stomach. She made a deep incision along his stomach, exposing his innards. She tossed the knife aside, reaching inside the bird's stomach, downward, until she found what she wanted. Using force and the help of her other paw, she turned Prather's dick inside out, pulling it into his body. She took hold of one of the pieces of charcoal with her bare paws, now hotly burning embers, and shoved it inside of him in the hole where his dick used to be. She shoved three more pieces in while Micah muffled his screaming, and then sat back for a while, smirking as she watched him suffer. After a minute, she took the metal rod, shoving that, too, inside of him, pushing the burning coals further upward.

Micah started whistling once again, the sound drowning out both Prather's muffled screaming and the sounds of his sizzling innards.

Niqi shoved harder and deeper as she thought of what the bird had done to the young felines, suddenly in a rage. She leaned backwards hard enough to break the bones in Prather's feet, as she had been holding his legs down with her weight. "This is what you get, you sick f**k!" She shoved harder, breaking through several barriers of tissue, organ, and bone, until she broke into his skull, penetrated his brain, and the pole stuck out of the crown of his head. Prather ceased screaming in the process.

"I guess that's the last of that." Micah said, using a match to light Prather's dossier on fire. He dropped the burning dossier on the bird's corpse.

"May he suffer eternally," Niqi said, and then spat on the dead body. "Come on," she said, turning back towards the city. She shoved her burned and blood-covered paws into her pockets as though nothing had happened.