Well, here we are again, just having a skippy ol' time. Anyway, this is the next installment of my venture into Hellraiser fanfic. This takes place in an "alternate setting", much like the other. And no, I don't get off on writing the non-consentual scenerios, thank you very much. To me, writing of these horrors simply acknowledges their existence, and furthers it with reactions of the character.

As you can see, I'm pretty much writing Hellraiser III stuff right now. In time, I'll write on the other sections of the series. Frankly, I got into the series because of Terry Farrell. :) Lame, huh? Well...::Ashrin grins and looks sheepish, subconciously futzing with her wristwatch:: I guess it's a kind of crush. Go figure.

Hellraiser isn't mine, it's Clive Barker's, n'all that. The song, "Thing Will Never Be The Same", is (c) Roxette and used without permission (duh).

And remember, "This episode of The Twilight Zone was brought to you by..."

Running. No stopping. Just run. Joey never knew she could move so fast. The muscles in her legs ached, nagging at her to stop...to let them catch her. But what would they do? Would she become one of them? She shook her head, tears beginning to well up again. The thoughts of herself as one of those...one of those...*things* was disgusting. She continued to move, looking over her shoulder for one crucial second... and felt herself collide into someone. Falling back, a sharp signal in the back of her mind made her clutch the box even tighter, it's edges digging into her hands.

When she finally looked up, it was all she could do but sit there in awe. The creature was one of them - a Cenobite - but she was different. She was a combination of panther and woman, but her arms were cybernetic, the majestic silver of the imitated muscle structure gleaming under the scrutiny of the street lights. Her eyes were haunting, the left one an elaborate cybernetic configuration. She was, indeed, like none other.

In her ears hung gold and silver fishhooks, all of them sporting a small bodypart, or an occaisional mouse head. She wore a choker made of barbed wire, and the slickness of the pitch black fur indicated a heavy amount of blood. Joey continued to look down and saw something that made her want to turn over and throw up even more than what she'd seen already. The "clothing" covering the she-cat's breasts was skin ripped off the creature's back, pulled around and hooked to her collar- bone. On her upper thighs the same type of proceedure was done, but for nothing other than a disgusting fashion statement. A loincloth of cheetah-skin covered her, hanging just below her tail in the back so not to be cumbersome. Joey then noticed the belt around her waist, holding a whip and all-too-familiar chains hanging from it...

Joey flinched when she saw the chains, and finally got exerted enough will to back away, shaking.

"You like her?" she heard Pinhead say from behind her. "She's a wonderful creature. A fellow Magistrate, much like myself. I don't think you'd like to see her brood, little vixen. The beasts she sports rival mine in tenfold."

Joey couldn't keep her eyes off the Cenobite. The creature's tail lashed back and forth angrilly, her one "normal" eye narrowing as she took in Joey's image. The cybernetic eye configured itself, as if zooming in and out, recording data.

"I am Mazahki," the great she-cat growled, her voice husky. "And I can tell you now, kitling, if Pinhead doesn't take you, I will most certainly have you as one of my own."

"Oh, but your condition weakens you, little vixen. Your emotions will infringe when you see those who once were your friends," Pinhead said, thouroughly pleased with the way things were going.

Light. Joey turned to the impossibly bright flash and saw the figure of a woman step from it. When the light died, a knot caught in Joey's throat. It was Terri...

"Heya Joey," the Cenobite purred.

"Oh God..."

Joey tried to back away, only to be caught by Mazahki, the she-cat seizing her by the shoulders and throwing her to the young Cenobite, who was eager to indulge.

"Go for her, Dreamer," Mazahki snarled. "Make good use of her for the time being."

*And of the box?* Pinhead thought at Mazahki.

The she-cat flashed him a knowing smile. *You don't play with your prey nearly enough, do you?*

Pinhead's smile turned genuine when her words reached him.

"Just two girls," The Terri Cenobite said, mimicking her past self. "Just two girls..."

Joey cried out when 'Dreamer' seized her, the Cenobite's touch momentarily burning her skin. She was horrified to feel Dreamer's lips suddenly planted onto hers, the Cenobite's tongue exploring her mouth with a desire that was beyond lust. She could see Mazahki circling them, watching with extreme intrest as she struggled to get loose. The great cat chuckled, waving her tail. Joey hated the fact that her actions were bringing these three amusement. She wanted to stop it, but there was no way she could...*as usual*, she thought bitterly.

It was then that the Dreamer's touch sent an intense wave of pleasure through her. She shook, the Cenobite holding her in the throes of orgasm, powering it and feeding from it at the same time. Joey felt the convulsions in her body begin to subside, and she tried to pull away, the fatique that haunted her threatening to put more restrain on her than the Cenobite was. She relaxed, sobbing, humiliated. She wanted to think that this was all a bad dream, like the one about her father... but it wasn't. This was real, and it was going to happen whether she liked it or not.

"Giving up so soon?" Mazahki purred. "How disappointing."

Joey ignored the she-cat, trying to get up her strength before Terri decided to stop staring at her and start doing whatever she planned on doing. When she heard the ripping of fabric, however, she looked down to see that the bottom half of her turtleneck was gone, the left side raising up just enough to reveal the white satin bra she wore. Terri ooo'd, running her finger over the fabric gently.

Joey was beyond trying to come to grips with her sexuality. Male or female, she didn't want this thing touching her like that. Managing to break away, she fell back, pushing with her feet to scoot herself backwards, only running into Mazahki. Something was different about the creature's bulk, however. Even by touch, Joey knew that. She turned, seeing that Mazahki had assumed the form of a full panther, but larger, and still sporting the cybernetic implants. Snarling, the great cat latched onto the rest of Joey's top with her teeth, ripping it off with hardly any problems at all.

Joey was shocked at the speed, but regained herself quickly, seeing that she was now surrounded by the three of them. Panicking, she looked around, trying to find a way out. *Trapped fox*, she heard him saw in her mind. *Such a pretty pelt you have...* and in seconds Terri was pawing her up again.

Had it been any other circumstance, Joey might have found the adrenaline rush to be quite exciting. Now she was simply repulsed, by herself and the Cenobite's actions. She was faintly aware of Pinhead's other creations approaching; the sound of pistons thrusting in and out of JP's head, the whirring of the camera, the jerking reactions of CD, and the sickening grind of flesh against barbed wire. But there were new sounds. There was a laughing voice of a woman, accompanied by the eerie and unnaturally fast-paced chattering of teeth. She didn't dare look around her.

"I ask you, friends. Is this not one of the most interesting encounters you've seen in a while?" Pinhead asked the others around him, as if gloating.

"I admit, you've outdone yourself," the new female said in low, husky tones. "Fascinating beauty, she is..."

"That skin is so soft...each blemish is an artist's brush stroke," Mazahki purred as she circled.

"An addition to a tantalizing sculpture," Pinhead added.

"I've dreamed about you, Joey," Dreamer purred, stroking Joey's cheek gently. "I've longed for this encounter."

Joey pulled away from the touch as if it were poison, her face twisted in a myriad of disgust, fear and self-loathing. She was alone amongst the crowd, wearing nothing on her top except a bra, and even that was being taken from her. Would they allow her no dignity? Not even in the slightest bit? She found herself looking over to Doc, his head unnaturally large due to the infringement of the camera. One of her only friends left, and he was one of them. One of them...

Dreamer's bloodied hands ran slick over Joey's sides, the cool temperature of the exposed fluids eliciting a whimper from the back of her throat. She tried to back away, but Dreamer held her fast, grasping her sides with such strength that it was all Joey could do not to cry

"Little bitch," Dreamer growled at her. "You lied to me, leading me on like that..."

"I didn't-"

The words were broken off by another forced kiss. Joey felt herself resigning to the fact that she wasn't going to get away, but the part of her that fought was still strong. It was like a beast ripping through layers of gauze, clawing at her innards in anger. She knew, somehow, that the feeling was their doing; that they were making her fight back for show. Her body jerked in surprise when Dreamer's hand touched to her breast, blood slithering under the fabric, teasing at her skin as if it, too, wanted her to suffer.

Another kiss. Joey didn't know how much longer she could take it. The positioning of Dreamer's other arm made it so that she had to arch her back, pressing into the creature's touch. Soon her bra joined her torn shirt, and she was nude from the waist up. She shivered from the cold, the wound on her collarbone stinging angrilly. She tried to focus on something other than what was going to happen to her, but she knew that would be as hopeless as trying to get away from the Cenobites. She knew they were all waiting for the scenerio to resume it's course...

The rest of the encounter became a blur of racing thoughts and incoherent screams. The thoughts of the Cenobites raged into her head, joining her own, throwing her into a fit of confusion beyond any other she'd been forced into. Blood smeared her vulnerable skin, inviting in the cold and vengeful wind. {...fear, pain, it's all a beauty that goes unappreciated}...{a myriad of blood vessels being severed, a...} *stop it...* {...we'll never leave you, girl...} {such a beautiful body...why do you conceal it so?...} *please...* {you'll drown in our pleasure...} {Your thoughts are no longer your own...} {you are ours, Joey} {but you will never be one of us} {...seem a memory of heaven} {..dark, dark suffering...} {Ohhh, listen to her moan like that...} *why..?*

Joey was only somewhat aware of the Cenobite's hands, and even less aware of the ways her body was responding. The combination of it all - the mind-link, what Dreamer was doing to her - made it that much more appealing to the creatures gathered around her. She was awash with sensation, all of it driving her further and further into a void that she could no longer resist...she'd lost...

Morning.

...

Was it morning already?

"Awake yet?"

Joey turned to see the pantheress at her side, smiling impishly.

"Ohh, Good," Mazahki purred. "I see that I need to remind you of what transpired last eve, don't I?" Getting up, Mazahki circled Joey, making sure that each step was defined with the clicking of her claws. "You probably don't remember Dreamer fully indulging herself, do you? Of course you don't...you'll need someone to tell you everything... including the fact that you gave us the box."

Joey went pale, then frantically searched for the box, hoping to God, Buddha...SOMEONE...that Mazahki was lying to her. She was horrified to know that, indeed, the great cat was right.

"Oh, but why would I have any reason to lie to you?" Mazahki said, feigning a hurt expression.

"What..?!"

"Silly girl," she said, smiling broadly. "I think it was when Dreamer had her fingers jammed inside of you that you finally broke."

Joey shuddered at the thought. She didn't need reminders of the previous night, but it appeared as though she didn't have much choice. Mazahki looked at her evenly.

"Of course you don't want to hear about how you were, in effect, raped. No one does. At least, not right now." At that comment, Mazahki pulled back her lips in a snarl/smile. "Tomorrow, you'll look back on that and wish that raping you was all we were doing."

Joey backed away from her, only to run into someone else. Turning, she screamed, jumping away, eyes wide. The creature there was a panther, in nature, but large patches of it were burned, gnarled, disfigured beyond belief. Its jaw hung awkwardly to the side, as if broken. One of its paws was pulled against its heaving chest, the raw skin erupting with boils and rashes, the paw itself extending to four claws, each dripping with pus at the base. Its head was the worst. One side looked regular, while the other was furless, gnarled, and split open near the top, exposing the rubbery brain-flesh. Joey was thankful that the rest of the creature's body was covered by shadows.

"Tzinzi makes you ill, does he?" Mazahki said softly. "He makes many of those who come here ill...but he knows that I find him beautiful. He is my nightmate."

Joey knew she was grimacing. The image of Mazahki and Tzinzi pairing wasn't something she needed to see. But Mazahki persisted, forcing the image into her head, nights of lovemaking - if that's what you could call it - flooding her memories as if those memories were her own. She could hear Tzinzi begin to pant, and knew the pair was aroused by the memories. For them it was probobly something to get off on. For Joey, it was disgusting.

"I did lie to you," Mazahki said solemnly. "You still have the box. While Dreamer molests you outside, I'm to invade your unconcious mind, to make sure that you cannot evade us. One more blank out, and you'll be facing another one of us."

Joey was too repulsed, too afraid to be angry. It simply wasn't in her. Slowly, she felt herself fading back...and she was back where the circle began, with Dreamer kneading her breasts roughly, pinning her against the concrete, scraping her back against the hard surface. Joey found that, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break away from what was happening. She couldn't put it behind her. Couldn't focus on something else until it was over. She was forced to respond. Respond...