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It was her third mutation. 3 too many.
Cassie had missed when it was Proctor 1 who did her mutations. Yes, it had only happened once, and yes, it had still hurt like hell, but it was quick and got to the point. Proctor 1 didn’t fuck around, and Cassie respected that to a degree. She would have gotten on her hands and knees for P1 to come back and finish the job now.
But no. That would be too easy. And apparently, the universe hates Cassie getting off on anything easy.
Proctor 2 had taken a liking to her so much that he had chosen to take “responsibility” for overseeing her mutations now. It was a fate much worse than death. She still remembered her first mutation dealt with him; Cassie’s body was still marked with the scars from it. Her second mutation had been her tail, and it had only been straight for a few hours before Proctor 2 had decided to break it as a “punishment” for her bratting too much. (She didn’t think that begging for her life counted as bratting, but apparently it was.) Her poor tail now seems to be stuck slightly crooked.
Cassie would complain about it if not for the fear that proctor 2 would volunteer to try and “fix it”. Her body shivered at the thought.
And that now leads her to her current position. Bloodied and bruised while lying on the hard hospital bed. The fluorescent lights buzzed and pulsed, almost mocking the current pain in her head. Her head- that had been the mutation she was subjected to tonight. She felt half dead, a splitting headache barely covering the dimension of her current pain.
Cassie’s head lulled to the side as her eyes shakily followed Proctor 2’s movement. She didn’t know how long she had been stuck in the cage; it had felt like months, but she knew it had been only a few hours. Her body hurt. Everything hurt, and gods, the blood was everywhere. She had made the mistake of yelling at proctor 2 that she was still human, and it had seemed to make it its goal for the night to prove her non-humaneness in every way possible. Starting with the blood.
Her blood was no longer red. I mean, she had noticed it turning darker over the past few weeks, but she had thought it was due to the diet change- now, however, it was evident that it seemed to be a green color. At least that was the color of the stuff smeared everywhere. She didn’t know how her body was capable of holding that much blood- or how it was keeping her awake right now with the amount of it lost. In all honesty, it most likely had to do with the things the proctor had injected her with early in the night. At one point, Cassie had thought she heard the proctor say something about it being able to “prolong their fun,” but who knows, maybe that was yet again a feeble attempt of her brain trying to make her feel somewhat human.
It was pathetic, really. She was pathetic. This was pathetic.
She had spent a good portion of her time here tonight begging for her life. Begging for p2 to stop with the needles- the stupid fucking stick. Anything. Her throat hurt just like everything else. It’s not like the begging helped, but that didn’t make her stop; she was desperate, desperate, and pathetic.
A sharp pain splitting through her head made her whole body shake and slightly brought her back to the present. She almost gagged at the small laugh that left the proctor's mouth. She was enjoying this- Of course she was. That freak.
Cassie hated her.
She hated her with every bone in her body. She wished she still had the strength to fight- to hurt her like she had been hurt. But deep down she knew that it was futile, nothing could hurt the proctors. Not even an ‘animal’ fighting for its life. At least Proctor 2 had found some sort of amusement in her attempts at fighting; it was better than dealing with more broken bones.
Cassie shivered, suddenly feeling way too cold. Maybe it was the blood loss- A glass clinked, and Cassie flinched.
“There there-“ Proctor 2’s voice chided in mocking comfort.
She wanted to crawl away- to tuck away in any corner of the room and close her eyes to escape this. That wouldn’t happen, though. Their session was far from being over.
She had begged and screamed with everything today, she had fought hard, and like always, she had been offered an “Alternative punishment.” She didn’t even think before taking it. Anything would be better than this- oh, how poor Cassie should have thought about it a little more.
A gloved hand gently slid into her hair, calmly caressing her for a moment. She couldn’t help but whimper and push into the small form of comfort. It didn’t last long, though, before the grip turned harsh and yanked her up by her hair off the bed. Cassie cried out, a scream catching in her throat; she was too weak to fight back.
“Oh my bunny.” She had her eyes closed shut in pain, but she didn’t need to have them open to know that the proctor was smirking. “Now now, don’t you think I’ve forgotten about what happened last time.” It tsked “ I won’t make the same mistake twice. Even if you’re more broken this time.” Her tail was quaking, hands weakly clutching at the proctor's wrist to find some sort of stability.
“You should be thanking me, you know?” Proctor 2 started to drag Cassie by the hair to the other part of the cage. “I looovee you so much that I even made a special table for you.” Her terrifying laugh rang through Cassie’s eardrums. “I even made sure the straps match your color. Oh, how we are going to have fun tonight, my little toy.”
She couldn’t fight as she was roughly pushed into the table— the wood of it pushing into Cassie’s diaphragm and most definitely cracked ribs. She sobbed in pain.
“Come on, bunny, you need to save your noises for the fun stuff.” A hand gently patted Cassie’s ass. “Now be a good girl and get on the table~.”
The pat turned into a sharp smack, and Cassie did her best to scramble up onto the table. She wasn’t given much time to adjust, though, before Proctor 2 was pushing her back down. The first strap was pinned down across her stomach, the others following soon after. She must have been very disoriented because there was no humanly way possible for her to finish pinning them down that fast.
Cassie’s arms were strapped to the table at two spots: the wrist and a spot just above her elbow. Then the ones on her thighs, and then the ankles. Her legs were conveniently pinned down apart with plenty of room to work with.
“Such a good girl. Oh, how I’d love to gag you, but I wouldn’t want to muffle those pretty sounds now, would I?” Cassie shut her eyes tight as she felt Proctor 2 start to move away. Her tail twitched between her legs, and another shiver racked her body.
Her eyes snapped open when she felt something cold drag across her cheek. Oh fuck, she knew she shouldn’t have gotten too attached to this outfit. Proctor 2 had brought out the trauma shears. It had to be from a weird clothing kink or something, but Cassie’s recent encounters with Proctor 2 seemed to leave her with fewer and fewer clothes. She whimpered.
“There’s my sweet bunny.”
The cold metal dragged across her cheeks again before a gloved hand was roughly gripping her shirt and then cutting it. This time, Proctor 2 didn’t play around, cutting through all layers of Cassie’s clothing- Cassie was doing her best not to shiver from the cold air hitting her exposed skin.
Fuck she should be more embarrassed- but with how much this has been happening recently, she was starting to get more used to being fully exposed to the proctor. She felt something warm stir in her stomach. Cassie’s face flushed red.
Proctor 2 seemed to take quick notice and smiled, almost instantly going to pinch one of Cassie’s nipples, “You’re learning so quickly now.”
Cassie’s face flushed a deeper red, and she quickly looked away, her tail swishing. “F-fuck you.”
He grinned, “Oh, we’ll get to that bunny.”
Fuck she was wet.
“Now, before we get started, I thought I’d be nice to you this time.” Her stupid, condescending voice was back, “We’ll get you started on some fluids to make up for all that pesky blood loss.” There was a creaking noise as a medal tray was wheeled over.
“NO PLEASE-“ She felt tears well in her eyes, she *hated the needles.*
A gloved hand gently pet her head, “Oh, but we have to, I want to be able to play with you all night.” The tears started to stream down her face. The gloved hand gave another sweet pet to her head.
“Relax. It’ll only hurt more if you tense up.” Her whole body was shaking now, “I don’t want to fight you, Cassie. Just give in, and I’ll make this as quick as possible.” They both knew that was a lie.
“Fine-” she couldn’t keep the shakiness out of her voice. It’s not like she had much of a choice either way.
“Good toy.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on breathing. Her breath hitched, however, when she felt the rubber tourniquet wrap around her arm, and then the smell of alcohol hit her nose, and she wanted to throw up.
“Breathe, Cassie-“ His voice was more threatening than comforting. She started to cry harder. For once, however, the proctor was true to his word and made the actual insertion quick. It wasn’t long before she started to feel the cold liquid start to go into her arm. She was still shaking, but at least she had stopped crying now.
“There we go, that wasn’t so bad.” His hand was back in her hair now, softly petting it. It was moments like these where she got the most confused. How could someone who caused her so much pain also sound so caring and act so lovingly? The switch-up made her head spin.
“I’m going to use the line to push some pain medication now, ok?” Cassie just nodded her head, suddenly feeling incapable of speaking anymore. She was confused, very confused.
“Good, good girl, we should be able to start soon.” Proctor 2 looked down at her in what she could almost mistake as adoration, but it didn’t take long for his obsessive grin to return.
“Oh my bunny, I’m going to break you until you’re nothing but my perfect plaything.”
She hated him.
-
“Say it again- I dare you.” A harsh smack landed on her left thigh. Proctor 2's other hand wrapped tightly around her tail, tugging it harshly. Cassie whined and shook her head, her legs shaking. Technically, she had dug this grave herself by being a brat, but still, the least he could do was be more gentle with her tail, which was very sensitive.
Fuck it.
“I hate you-” she hissed out. There was a clicking noise as the vibrator that was currently pressed to her clit was turned up a level. She let out a pathetic moan, her tail twitching as she tried her best to move away from the toy. Of course, that didn’t work, though. Proctor 2 had once again ‘learned from last time’ with how squirmy Cassie could get and had taken the extra precautions to secure the vibrator in between her legs with an additional strap- a strap that was currently soaked through right now.
Her legs started to tense up, and another high-pitched whine caught in her throat, “Beg for it like a good whore.” She almost sobbed out as his hand released her tail and traveled between her legs, roughly shoving two fingers inside of her.
“Please, I can’t-” His fingers curled, digging into that sensitive spot of hers that he knew way too well. She let out a broken moan. Cassie’s body started to convulse as she was pushed into another orgasm.
“Oh, I think you forgot something-“ the vibrator clicked again, seemingly going to an even higher speed. He started to move his fingers in and out of her, dragging his gloved fingertips against her sensitive insides.
“SIR- I’m sorry.” Another broken moan interrupted her words, Cassie desperately trying to move in her bindings to get away from the toy and his fingers, “I’m so sorry sir-”
He seemed to be satisfied with her desperation, and finally clicked the vibrator once more to turn it off. Gently removing his finger from her only to wipe the arousal off on her thigh. She couldn’t stop her body from going limp, her tail twitching pathetically. They had been at it for the past hour, and her poor body was exhausted.
He had started their secession off by edging her until she cried, only for her to start to get frustrated and say some words she very much regrets now. And then, if only to prove a point, he had then taken to overstimulating her- fuck, she didn’t even know how many times she had finished at this point. The pleasure had made her pass out a few times. In short, Cassie very much wishes she knew how to keep her mouth shut, because maybe if she knew how to behave, she wouldn’t constantly find herself in situations like this.
Her eyes fluttered closed, head lulling to the side slightly. She heard footsteps and the sound of another metal tray clinking. She really wished she could open her eyes, so she could have an idea of what was up next, so she could at least mentally prepare herself. However, Cassie’s limbs felt like jello, and she didn’t have much strength left.
She heard the tray clink again and did her best not to flinch as a gloved hand caressed her face down to her neck before settling around it to give a light squeeze. Had this been any earlier she might have done her best to move away- or to bite him. But this wasn’t, and poor Cassie was oh so tired.
Proctor 2, however, was full of surprises, released her neck and started to unstrap the vibrator from her clit. She hissed in sensitivity as he got it unsecured and pulled it away to place it on the tray next to the table. “Good girl, such a good girl. You did great.” His voice was filled with what sounded like love, and fuck did her chest feel warm.
A weak smile spread across her face; she couldn’t help but give in to the small praises and sweet gestures. The proctor giggled softly. Oh, how she loved the praises- he had to be right, he was doing this because he loved her. Why else would he be so gentle, so caring? Her head felt so fuzzy, and her eyes opened, taking a moment to adjust to the bright lights of the room.
“I love you, bunny.” Warmth spread through her body again. “I love you too,” she mumbled, eyes weakly looking up into his face. A light blush dusted her face.
This felt like heaven.
Proctor 2 smiled with a fake sincerity that Cassie did not seem to pick up on in her fuzzy subspace-induced state. His hand moved back to her hair, gently scratching at her scalp. Oh, how she could die happy right now. Her eyes shut as a smile grew across her face. She wishes this would never end.
The proctor laughed- *oh* I guess she had accidentally said that out loud. It’s ok though, it was proctor 2. Proctor 2 knew her, proctor 2 loved her, proctor 2 would take care of her. He only wanted what was best for her. She didn’t know why she had fought him for so long. *He cared.*
He hummed, and she felt herself melt a little inside. “Come here, pretty thing.” She just nodded her head, eyes still remaining closed. “Oh, you’re so far gone, I wish I could keep like this forever.” She nodded again, yes, forever would be nice. “Maybe I’ll do that next time, hmm?” The proctor pondered with fake thought.
“alrighty.” Her voice was barely above a whisper when she answered. Yes, that would be very nice-
She felt the straps around her body loosen, and she almost cried at the loss of the pressure. They felt like the only thing binding her to this earth right now; without them, she felt like she would float away into the night sky.
She didn’t struggle when the proctor picked her up; she just curled into his chest. “Where.. we.. going?” She mumbled, resting her head against his chest. Oh, how he smelled so nice, a deep cologne with a hint of blood, *her blood*. She was in love. Or maybe that was just the pain medication talking. The wheels of the IV stand creaked as it was wheeled along with them.
“We’re going to go play some more.”
Oh, it was still playtime, right? She could do that. She could play, she could be his good toy.
“ok” her voice was small.
She was set down on a bed now, this time it was much softer than her usual hospital bed. It also smelled faintly of the Proctor's cologne. She was in his bed. Oh yes, this was very nice. She wanted to curl into a ball, but the proctor stopped her.
“Stay still, love, I need to get you hooked up on the vital machine.” She hummed as she felt the blood pressure cuff get secured around her other arm, the one without the IV. Next came the pulse ox. And then finally the cool pads of the heart monitor thingy (she couldn’t think of the name right now). The beeping of the monitor caused her to open her eyes, the sudden sound almost startling her. Sensing her distress, however, the proctor gently petted her head, soothing her nerves.
“You’re looking all good. Nice and normal considering the state of your body.” Nausea curled in her stomach, but the fuzzy feeling in her head stopped it from turning into sharp anxiety. The proctor hummed, sitting down on the bed and leaning down to give Cassie a sweet kiss on the lips.
Her stomach felt warm again.
“Good girl, you’re still so wet for me.” She couldn’t stop the soft moan that left her lips. “Mhm? I could fuck you so good right now, make you feel so full. Do you want that bunny? Tell me you want that.” She frantically nodded her head, afraid that the offer would disappear if she didn’t answer right away. Maybe that was a bad idea, though, because it made her head throb.
“Shhh, don’t worry, I got you.” The bed creaked as Proctor 2 climbed onto the bed. He caged Cassie between his arms and kissed her again. Cassie’s chest started to rumble in a purr, the proctor cooed and leaned back gently, settling between her legs. She continued to purr, seeming to be oblivious to her new action and vocal cords.
He took his sweet time unbuttoning his lab coat, and Cassie almost wanted to tear it from him. She needed him right now. Easily catching on to her desperation, the proctor laughed, “Oh, I love how desperate you get.” Cassie heard his zipper come down and whined in anticipation when her legs got pushed open, yes, yes, yes.
He grinned and spat on her. “Nothing wrong with a little extra moisture.” She felt like her eyes had turned into hearts. The proctor slid into her and immediately set his pace to be borderline punishing. Oh, and fuck how Cassie was a moaning mess. They had done this enough times now that he knew she could take him easily; he had made sure of that. Training her to be his pretty little toy, his whore, his cockslut, his cute little bunny.
Her head was so fuzzy, and every limb tingled in pleasure. Her tail had wrapped around the proctor's thigh as a form of stability. Her hands gripping tightly at the sheet, fuck she was shaking badly. She thinks she might have come again- but everything felt so good, and it was hard to tell.
The bed was creaking from the strain, and there was the sound of skin slapping skin. Cassie was experiencing pure ecstasy. Her head was thrown back as broken moans and high-pitched whines made their way from her throat. The crack that now split her head as well as her chest pulsed in a bright green almost as to match the proctor's thrusts.
Yes, yes, yes, yes- she couldn’t tell if she was speaking anymore or if it was just her thoughts.
“Fuck yes fuck-“ the pace of his thrust started to slow, but this time got harder and deeper. Her hands frantically searched for one of his, grabbing on and squeezing, her legs somehow finding strength to wrap around his waist.
“inside- fuck please- inside” She desperately needs to feel him dripping out of her.
He smiled, a low moan rumbling as his thrust finally slowed, and she felt him twitch inside of her. Oh, how she felt so warm, so full, so good.
“That’s my good bunny.”