Chapter 10 - 3rd Night 3AM - 6AM

3AM

Darkness had taken over room and all Mike could hear was the fearful beating of his own heart, smashing against his adam's-apple. The fan had finally stopped, the monitors, the desk, everything was tinted in darkness, only outlined by some lights from outside and all was still and quiet. 
*Maybe they won't see me!" Mike thought with rising desperation. *Just stay calm and motionless and they won't find you. Maybe the idiot was right. Maybe I can make it!*
And so Mike sat in the darkness, no sound sounds or noises to keep him company besides the simple music of panic, played by his own mind. 
Suddenly, another tune began to play. 
This one from outside. 

Dun Dun Du Du Dun Du Dun Du Dun Du Du

*It's her!* Mike realized and his eyes slowly moved to the left. 
Played with bells and a guitar, instead of a full orchestra, but Mike recognized it from... well... a parody video from youtube about drinking. Anyways, it was Frederica's theme song. The toreador march from Carmen. 

Dun Dun du Duuu dun dun duu duu 

Eyes flashed in the night and illuminated the slender nose, strict lips and high cheeks of Frederica Fazbear outside of the door. 

*She has her own flashlight built in...* Mike realized sadly and let out a silent sigh. Maybe going limp would actually work. It was his last hope. He lt himself slouch into his chair and let his head hang limply down, his eyes unfocused on the ground.

Du Du duuu duuu du duuu duuu duu duuuuuu Dun Dun du dun dun duu duuu duuuu! 

The music stopped and again, silence filled the air. Mike couldn't see her, but he knew that Frederica had entered the room. She was silent and still, but even now, she seemed to fill the room. 

...

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Light flashed in the corner of Mike's vision and he heard a throat being cleared. 

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...

Again, light flashed, followed by a clear "Excuse me?" 

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Stay limp, Mike!
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Lights. "Excuse me, would you be so good as to answer me? Or are you feeling ill, Sir?" 
Mike could feel the sweat begin to form on his forehead. Milliliter by Milliliter, it poured out of his pores and slowly pooled into salty drops. Keep limp, Mike!

...

"Sir, if you are feeling unwell, I can attempt to get management to call for an ambulance. I would offer to ask, if a doctor was present, but it appears that you are the only person inside of the establishment." the now concerned voice of Frederica Fazbear came again, punctuated by the light from her eyes. 
Suddenly, two warm fingers pressed against Mike's throat and moved sideways. 
He barely managed not to yelp in surprise. 
"Oh, good, there it is... You are still breathing and I can feel your pulse. Whatever state of unconsciousness you are in, sir, you are not in immediate danger of death. I am very relieved." Frederica stated with quite a bit of honest relief in her voice. "It is probably better, I take you out of this stuffy office and take you to the staff room. I have not spent much time with my subordinates, but I think the manager has graced them with a nice couch, you can rest on." 

*If she carries me out, the others might find me even quicker!* Mike realized and as two strong hands grabbed his shoulders, he let out a loud yelp and slid his chair back. 

"Oh? What?" He asked loudly and shook his head, as if he had waken up recently. 

"Ah, I see you are awake now, Sir." Frederica said gladly, her eyes shining in the darkness. "May I inquest why you are here, in the security office? This area is not freely available for guests of my parlor." 
Mike was trembling and feeling the desperation kick in even harder. Still, he had to go down swinging. "But I work here!" He said quickly and pointed to his cap. "See? I'm the security  guy." 
Frederica shook her head in the darkness. "Poppycock." She said calmly "This is my parlor. And I certainly know my own staff. And I can not remember you being introduced to me as a member of such, like all my employees are."
"But I do work here!" Mike stressed again "I just... I admit, it was a bit weird, since the whole thing happened via the phone, but I have been working here for the last few days!" 
"The phone?" Frderica asked incredulously and shook her head yet again. "Oh tempora, oh mores!" she sighed. But then she shook her head. "No, not even nowadays, my subordinates would do something as wantonly negligent as this! Completely out of the question. A position like the security guard can not be handed out by a telephone interview!" 

Mike was both astonished and scared yet again. Strange as it was, it made sense that she would assume that the parlor, named after her, would ultimately belong to her. Mike almost believed that she organized the whole place by leaving post-it notes during the night. It was silly and probably just her programming, but he could believe it.

"So, why are you here at this time? Certainly, you are aware of the rules in my parlor!" Frederica demaned in her firm voice. 

Mike suddenly got an idea. "Erm... I want to file a complaint!" he said firmly.
 
Frederica seemed take aback for a second. "A complaint?" she asked surprisingly serious "But certainly. Critique and review are the only way to improve our service. Please, tell me what irked you during your visit and I shall take  it into consideration." 

*Jackpot!* Mike thought and took a deep breath. "Tonight, I overlooked the time and was on my way to the exit, when Foxy and Chika suddenly attacked me out of the blue, dragged me to the dining area and raped me!" he said outraged "I... I just tried to find the exit and they did horrible things to me! How can you employ such horrible workers?" 

Frederica crossed her arms in the darkness. "Chika?" She said in a musing tone "It appears that you have indeed been wronged, good sir. Foxy is a pirate and employed as such. And a pirates duty is to board, pillage, rape and plunder. He simply did what he is here to do..."

DA FUQ IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE?

"Chika on the other hand is here to ensure the quality or our food and ensure that the customers enjoy theri meals. Her duties are not to aid Foxy in his work or distress the guests. Rather, she should have offered herself instead of you. Punitive measures are in order and you shall be compensated, sir." Frederica suddenly grabbed Mike by the collar and pulled him up. He tried to resist, but it was useless. Even though her frame was smaller than Foxy's, she was still as strong as a hydraulic lift. Mike heard a click in the darkness and suddenly, a microphone obscured a part of the bear's illuminated face. 
"CHIKA! CLEAN UP A TABLE IN THE BACKSTAGE AREA AND AWAIT ME THERE!" The speakers boomed and Mike shook head head in disbelief. How was she using them without electricity. 
"Now follow me, good sir. We will ensure that this little bird get's her just reward!" Frederica stressed and pushed Mike out of the room with a hand on his shoulder. She was surprisingly gentle and Mike followed. He was actually looking forward to Chika being punished. That chicken had  it coming! 

4AM
They walked quietly through the pitch black pizzeria, the only illumination comming from the bear's eyes. Mike had to admit that he felt surprisingly safe around Frederica. There was an air of calm authority around her as well as style and class. And she even spoke french! (Well, actually Latin, but Mike isn't exactly a college graduate)
To his surprise, a clear sliver of light came from the backstage room and as he entered, he found a flashlight with it's head screwed off to be the source. The now exposed lightbulb lend its light to the stuffy room and let the masks on the walls appear even more creepy. 
Chika was almost done clearing the table, carefully removing objects and parts to put them on their respective shelves. Mike had to admit that she seemed... well... busy. As if she was genuinely trying to do a good job. A bit surprising from the chicken. 

The door closed behind him and the turning of a key told him that Frederica had just locked them in. 

It was at this moment that Chika looked up and Mike could see worry in the face of the animatronic. "I am done, Frederica." she said slowly and carefully.

Frederica nodded and took a step forward. "Hm..." She tilted her head to the side "Yes, yes, very nice indeed. Now please hand me a pair of jumper cables and a bottle of servo-grease." 

Chika nodded and grabbed both items from below the table. A pair of jumper cables and what appeared to be a spray-can. 

"Thank you Chika." Frederica said with terrible calm and walked aroung the chicken. "It is admirable how efficient and well you do your work, when I am present." 

Chika's eyes darted to Mike, but Frederica interrupted before she could say a thing. "Oh no, Chika! Your deeds are certainly not our guests fault. His only duty is to be entertained by us. What is this parlor again?" 

"A magical place for children and adults alike..." Chika mumbled, suddenly very interested in her clawed feet. 

"And whose name does this parlor carry? Who is disgraced and shamed if this goal is not achieved?" Frederica asked further, still calm and collected.

"Yours..." Chika answered softly.

"You see, Chika. I would not mind if you had failed to entertain our guest. Failure is a simple part of daily life. Better to fail than to falter, correct? But that is not what happened." Frederica continued and slowly some sharpness entered her voice. "You have not failed, for failure indicates trying. You have REFUSED to entertain our guest. You have allowed Foxy to pillage him and taken part in it, instead of offering him a chance to retreat. And that is something, I do not approve. AT ALL!" 
The bear grabbed Chika's hands and quickly wrapped one cable around her wrists. Using her bib, she then sealed Chika's beak and pulled her towards the table, bent her over the edge and fixated her hands on the clamp at the end with the other cable. Mike could hardly believe how the chicken did not resist in the slightest. It was almost surreal how the prior forceful and greedy chicken was like a lamb in the paws of her boss. 
"Now, Chika. You know that my employees mean everything to me, right?" Frederica asked slowly and empathic ally.
Chika nodded slowly.
"And that I would refrain from such measures, if our duty here was not so dire and important. Therefore I have no other choice but to render upon Caesar what is Caesar's and to you which you deserve." Slowly, she bent down and grabbed the hem of Chika's dress. With the same slowness, she raised the dress until Chika's broad and juicy rear, her feathery tail and her exposed pussy were wide on display. 
"Forgive me, dear friend..." Frederica added and slapped Chika's left buttock. 
Mike couldn't help but wince at the loudness and Chika's clearly painful twitching. 
And yet, he could not help but feel a bit of just satisfaction at the sight. 

Frederica raised her hand again and again it came down on the buttock with a loud slap. 

And again!

And again! Chika winced, her head in the back of her neck. She was clearly in pain!

Frederica stopped and looked to Mike. "Sir, would you kindly lend me a hand?" she asked politely. 

Mike felt taken aback. A part of him was sadistically joyful that the chicken was getting her comeuppance. But he was not sure if he wanted to get too involved. Still, his butt was still hurting and he was happy to share the blessing. Slowly, he approached the huge, yellow ass of the chicken and took his place opposed to Frederica. 

"She deserves five more strokes on every side." Frederica explained calmly. "Please, do me the honour and do not hold back. Consider it the first part of your compensation." 

Mike nodded and placed his hand on the jiggly cheek. Together with Frederica, he raised his hand slowly. A wordless signal passed between them and their hands went down on Chika's ass.

*SLAP* The sound of two hands on Chika's ass rang through the room as one. 

Slowly two hands rose again. 

*SMACK* 

A grin formed on Mike's face. The strange heat off Chika's ass was increasing. She was getting sore. He enjoyed this! 

*SMACK* 

The way her ass wobbled and twitched in the twilight was almost hypnotic. Mike allowed himself a grope and it went on.

*SMACK*

It would end soon, but Mike would cherish this last one like an expensive piece of chocolate.

*SMACK*

The sound rang through the room and Mike nodded to himself at his handiwork. Chika was trembling and soft, painful whines were coming from her bound beak. He had popped a small stiffy from the whole thing and the bound bird seemed strangely alluring right now. Slowly, he ran a hand over her softened cheeks and grabbed her tail feathers roughly. Suddenly he remembered Frederica and let go of the bound chicken. 

"Please." Frederica said and raised a hand over her subordinate "Chika has wronged you and you may repay her here and now. Just allow me..." She gently pushed Mike aside and began to turn Chika around. Slowly, the still sobbing chicken ended up on her back. With a swift move, Frederica pulled up her dress and exposed the two large breasts and slightly chubby stomach of the chicken. 
A small part of Mike's bran was yelling at him that he was (yet again) about to do the animatronics, but this was not about sex. This was revenge! 
Grinning, he dropped his pants and underwear and exposed his erection to the cold air. "I wonder how you will like getting your ass filled!" he threatened and grabbed a handful of Chika's breast. 
He lined himself up with her twitching hole, as Frederica suddenly put a hand on his shoulder. "May I?" She asked, offering the spraycan from earlier. "It will be more enjoyable to you." 
Mike simply nodded and let out a sharp gasp as the cold aerosoled grease hit his penis. A tremble went through him, but from what he had read, it was plant-oil. 

Finally, he lined up his greased up dick with the quivering warmth of Chika's ass and let out a chuckle. His hands moved to her thighs and he gripped them firmly. Still, Mike controlled himself and entered her as slowly as he could. Chika's ring resisted at first, quivering hotly against his penis. Inch by inch the flesh gave in and his hardness moved into her softening fold, the ring still firm around his shaft. 
Mike let out a loud groan as a lightning of pleasure arced through his body and he smacked the side of Chika's leg once. "See how that feels?" he gasped and pulled out slowly, enjoying the surrendering of her tender flesh. "Foxy used his hook on me!" he gasped as he thrust hardly, filling the air with another juicy smacking sound. He looked at Frederica for a second, who nodded encouragingly and thrust again.
Chika whined under the thrusts, her asshole surrendering ot the onslaught of pleasure and pain. Still, it did not loosen so much that Mike did not enjoy himself profoundly, thrusting again and again, a broad grin on his lips.The power had gone completely to his head and he screwed the chicken hard and eagerly. Thrust after thrust let pleasure explode in him and he grabbed her breasts and things eagerly. 

Chika whined and moaned into her bound beak, shaken by Mike's brutality and the pleasure. He was using her as viciously as Foxy had used him. And soon the whines turned into eagerness. 

Not that Mike's lust-addled mind would notice it in the slightest. He was drowning in the pleasure, every thrust making him more eager to hear the chicken squirm. Chika squeezed him just right to make every thrust give him wonderful resistance as he conquered her and ever pulling out feel as if she was drawing him in again. He grabbed her tailfeathers and pulled hard, making her cringe on the table. 
As he felt the familiar feeling of ecstasy approach, he sped up and leaned down onto her, grabbing one of her breasts between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to make her squirm even more. 
Finally, he came hard, moans and groans filling his head together wiht the joyous haze of a deserved second orgasm. 

He thrust a few more times, every time shooting another string of his seed into the chicken and finally let go and pulled out. 

Suddenly he felt vertigo kick in and out of nowhere, Frederica came and held him in her arms. 

IT'S ME! 

His mind went hazy and Mike lost his conciousness. 

6AM 
Mike shook his head and opened his eyes. He was sitting in the office, the fan running, the tablet shining and the cupcake staring at him. 
Slowly, he got up, noticing that his pants were both clean and pulled up. 
"Was that last part a dream or is this place really this weird?" he muttered and left for the day. 


[Enjoy and comment as usual. 
BTW: Did you know that Chica was inspired by this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gQY3ixFO7M 
That is the most adorable chicken in history! Wanna bet she has little legwarmers too X-3 
Yes, I write horrible rape-pornography. But I can be a real softie too...]