Who: Hellcat, Nathan Christou (NPC), OT those with access to Red Block When: Tuesday, March 10, 5pm Where: Red Block, Raksha's room What: Nathan is displeased by his pet's loss in Saturday's final round; Raksha is punished Warnings: Violence, abuse, language, faint sexual overtones
Footsteps outside his door were Raksha's only warning before his owner stormed in with five handlers in tow, chains in hand. He was off the bed in a lightning fluid movement, despite the residual pain. Narrowed yellow eyes watched the humans approach, body tense with coiled energy. He knew what this was. Nathan had no doubt lost money from the final round in the tournament and would now take it out in blood. A loosely coiled whip in the man's hand caught his eye, a flicker of anticipation sliding up his spine. Pain did not scare him; rather he embraced it like a lover's touch. At least it meant you were still alive. He bared his teeth in something akin to a smile, though so cold it barely suited the word. Dared them to try. The weight of metal about his neck meant loss was high, but submitting quietly was not in his nature. The handlers stepped forward, chains held high, trying to corner him against the bed. Just as they reached him, Raksha launched himself up and back slightly, landing on the bed, bare feet finding enough purchase on the firm mattress. A shift of weight and his leg swung out, catching the chain in number one's hands and pulling it away before he spun into a second kick that caught the male in the face. Cheekbone shattered and the handler stumbled and went down, clutching his broken face. Two more grabbed at his legs and Raksha snarled, a sound no human throat could make, and clawed at one. Blood scent touched the air as his claws opened one handler's face and neck. Then blocked the other's attempt to hook an arm around his leg, snapping the man's wrist instead. Pain and pleasure alike exploded between his legs as the man's fist connected with his balls. The aftershock of the combined sensation shuddered through his body, golden eyes turning a shade darker. Muscles trembling faintly, Raksha backed against the wall.
The handlers that he hadn't injured backed away and movement caught his eye. He had time for a single intake of air before the collar's shock system kicked in, sending fire along every nerve. Raksha found himself on his knees without being aware of the movement, hands gripping the sheets and teeth sunk into his lip to keep from making noise. The shock and pain were so intense it overwhelmed his senses, muscles spasming and he couldn't breathe. Vaguely he heard soft whimpers of pain, wondering whose they were until he realized the voice was his. Chills of pleasure tried to compete with the tingling agony but it was too much at once and the arousal turned painful, swamped under the electric current's fire. Red flared at the edges of his vision then deepened towards black. Couldn't breathe, couldn't move, or think. Helpless in agony, aware of nothing but the shock his body tried desperately to fight. When it stopped, it took a long moment for the absence of renewed fire to sink in. Every muscle and nerve still throbbed with the aftershocks. As it receeded and awareness returned, he realized he was nearly curled in a fetal position. Licked his lips and tasted blood. Feeling gazes, he turned his head slightly up to find Nathan standing over him looking pleased. Fury rippled through him, turning the edges of his vision red, but he knew from previous times that movement would be awkward. Briefly, the face above him was superimposed by another all too familiar. Faintly he could hear the voice that went with it, taunting a child turned killer. Then it was replaced by real voices and rough hands digging into bare skin still far too sensitive from the shocking. He swallowed a scream so it came out a soft whine instead. Heard their laughter as he was shoved onto his stomach, muscles protesting the sharp movement. Heavy metal encircled his wrists. Above him, his owner commented to one of the uninjured handlers how impressive it was that "his pet" could stand shock levels that would have seriously injured or killed a human.
A hand slid down his back and a low growl filled his throat, struggling to twist away from the unwelcome touch. Then a shift of air as they stepped back, body tensing despite the pain of still tender nerves. The air whistled as the whip cut through it before the leather length snapped across his back, leaving trails of a different kind of fire. Fingers with claws unsheathed dug into the wall as the lashes continued to rain down. Distantly he could hear his owner ranting in what the male probably thought was a "high class" fashion about how this would "show him" not to screw up again. Blood beat in his ears as pain and pleasure rose together, intertwined. The satisfaction of the humans pressed at his awareness until his temper spiked and he reached out the only way he could. Dug through the sensations of pain until he found the glow of pain not his own and poured his anger into it, focusing on expanding it in part as a distraction from his own. Their sounds of pain overwhelmed Nathan's ranting. Maybe if he pushed enough, they'd leave. Maybe.