[u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] After so many predators opting to use spaces of their own design and choosing, Pity probably wouldn't be surprised when the place to which *Minerva brought her was some pervert's idea of an ominously grand location. No doubt the open plan mini-mansion with its glass walls, bespoke furniture, and torrid sea view through wall-windows was intended to impress her. But *Minerva was gone now, and Pity was alone. It was even almost peaceful, although the overcast weather outside the coolly opulent space where she was - or so everyone seemed to be trying to make her believe - going to be ended, made the stone-floored space a little gloomy. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And for all Pity had a lifetime of chances to practice being a disaffected youth immune to drama and remarkable experiences, the view still made her gasp. Just a little breath in, amber eyes darting around the space as she turned in place. Biting her lip as she looked back at the super-modern, incredibly stylish building. Then out at the sea. The cloudy sky above, the shallow and very pretty pool. *Minerva was gone, and she was alone. And she crossed her arms over her chest, squashing ample breasts against herself as she looked around, hunched over a bit in the...stark, that was it. Being a twelve-year-old girl all alone in a place like this, where people were going to hurt her, made it *stark*. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] And yet nobody was there. Just the distant sound of wind and waves, and opportunity for Pity to form her opinions about whoever might be trying to impress her with this moody, pretentious digital space. It was hardly real, after all. Just for the time being, she was allowed to wander. No doubt someone *was* watching, but there was no immediate sign. Probably they were watching for their chance to make an entrance, perhaps for Pity to give some sign of how she was going to face what she'd been led to believe would either be how everything ended for her... Or just another session at the pleasure of a man, only this time for keeps. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Pity was used to being observed for other people's entertainment. Really only Petal could have come close, among the cubs. And even she could not have had nearly so much experience being *hurt* for other people's pleasure. The upshot of which was that Pity was used to the quiet moments before the hurting started, and how long they could stretch out. This was standing naked in her own bedroom closet at three years old. This was laying on her back on her bed, wrapped in mummy bandages. This was bending over the toilet, arms untied as if that mattered. So for a time, she just stood there, arms wrapped around herself, looking around with those haunted eyes and waiting for the other shoe to drop. After a few minutes, she'd begin to look around more meaningfully: trying to spot objects left laying, or details about what might be done to her in the environment. She knew full well how much you could do to a little girl in a normal home, so the lack of torture implements wasn't comforting. Or, well. Maybe a bit comforting. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] And Pity was just... left. For the time being, at any rate. Allowed to explore the luxurious, if rather coldly designed house. There were certainly plenty of places you could rape a twelve year-old! Obviously. Not least bedrooms, that pool... When it happened, there wasn't any warning. Had they gotten bored waiting for Pity to give them an ideal moment? Seen what they figured to be a resolution that whatever would happen, it wouldn't happen right away? Either way, a footstep behind her, the slightest glimpse of an adult figure if she whirled to look. Then vision filled by something curved and pale, there was that distinct, hollow *crack* of smooth wood meeting with a tweenager's skull, and then *black*. When awareness came back, it was to somewhere entirely different - but familiar, if Pity cared to think back right to the beginning! It was that stone chamber, the one with all the not-the-least-intimidating implements of captivity and torture along the walls. Even if it now played host to not a few anachronistic items, though none of them looked any more comforting than the more setting-appropriate horrors. In addition to any head ache, however, there was also a very faint chill. Which ought be predictable, given her clothes had been confiscated in the interim. And Pity coming around on the cool, stone floor to... Well that was more like it. The whole *gaggle* of adult figures looming over her in a half circle, the wall behind her and too little space to dart far between either. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] She *did* start to wander, after long enough. Every flat horizontal surface a threat, every unobtrusive luxury of a modern home a danger. She didn't dare get more than a few steps away from the pool, even with how pretty it was. So much experience being on camera. But now she knew some of the audience who were watching her, personally. Now she knew exactly what the final point of the video was. It kept her hugging herself. Into the house, looking 'round. Bedrooms, bathrooms she also didn't dare look into. She was in an open, dim room that looked out on the beautiful landscape when her face finally twisted in the kind of anger only a girl who'd been fucked gaping every which way her whole life could have had in a situation like this, and "If you're going to *show off* like this you might as well skip ahead to giving me to one of the *pervy rich fucks in char-*" She even turned toward the noise of the footstep! So those watching got to experience Pity's remarkable talent for creating such perfect moments, Angry-turning-to-terrified tweenage face turning *right* into the *CRACK* of wood off her skull. Scrunched face and squirming, before she woke. Amber eyes fluttering open, then wincing as she whined and clutched at her head, curling up. One eye turned up, going wide enough at the sight of all the adults around her it might practically reflect them all. And the naked, obscenely-endowed child on the floor curled up tighter. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] There was no right move in this situation, was there? No matter what happened, no escape route presented itself, nowhere to flee when a particularly burly-looking wolf stepped out of the gang of men, grabbed at Pity's hair, and without doing more than forcing her to turn her gaze up at his... "No rich fucks here, scav. Just all us folks tired of seeing your kind waltzing in like you own it all. You seriously thought it'd work out, coming in here all witch this and black magic that?" Confusion? Incredulity? A reasonable argument? Didn't matter. They'd once again let Pity start to speak before the blow came - although this one was in the form of a booted foot taking advantage of the one man's having her up and lifted. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] One of the only complaints in dark web forums and chats about Pity's videos was the lack of anyone other than her uncle getting up inside her. Usually from porn-brained guys who didn't understand the complexities of raping a little girl for her entire life without ever being caught. But it seemed now a whole bunch of people's prayers were about to be answered! "Wi-witch and black magic, what're you ev - Ow!" Shriek of more fear than hurt, even as the boot *thudded* into her hip in a way that jerked even her gifted body, skidding round butt along the floor. The girl clutching up at the hand in her pretty brown hair, trying uselessly to curl away from the men all around her. *Her* prayers clearly not being answered, if the terrified eyes that suggested this was yet another nightmare she'd had come to life were any indication! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] At least the hand had Pity's hair so-bunched saw to it the kick couldn't send her far? Plus the wolf let go after that, let her drop back the little way he had lifted her to the stone floor, where she could gaze up at him and the gang of variously specie'd men. Heights and positions and all, she'd probably be looking up at the wolf from his knee. Dark fur, and like the rest of the assorted group, clothed in what was *probably* peasant's attire in the game-proper. Very few however had anything with enough slack to obscure the degree of endowment, though: high average seemed the absolute *minimum*. "Get up!" fair barked at her. "You're gonna deny it even now we've got you bang to rights?" Mock anger - grown-ups could roleplay, too! But the way he and so many others were sneering down on her seemed pretty genuine. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Flop! Jiggle-wobble of her chest, a reflexive scoot an inch or so further away from the direction the boot had come from. Amber eyes, fighting panic, darting from one man to the next, to the next. Barking (hah) so at her made her hunch her shoulders up and lay her ears down and whimper in a very canine way herself. Wrapping arms protectively around herself again as she slowly got to her feet, trying to keep eyes on all of them at once... "What.." a *tiny* spark of willfulness, a glare crossing her face, "What are you even *talking* about? A-and why show me that *other* place if, if it's just going to happen *here*?" Tearing her gaze away from the wolf to glare around at all the *other* men now. Bare feet [i]skff[/i]'ing on the stone, awkwardly with how her thighs were pressed together. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Taking eyes off the wolf was *probably* a mistake. No sooner had she said her bit and gotten to her feet, than he'd stepped forward, and with all the strength that much larger frame had, drove his fist into the little girl's stomach, just below her ribs. Someone was there to catch her when she folded, though! A tabby, if Pity cared to glance, gripping hard her upper arm and not letting her straighten once he'd stopped any fall. A rat took up the opposite side, long fingers digging in while the wolf leant down to be nearer her face, her ear - "Because we thought it'd be fucking *funny*," sneering at her all the while. "We all saw you flaunting it until now. 'Thought this was your chance to get in with some rich fuck when it was all over I'll bet." Tiny moment, and then as if in realisation - "And then you started casing the place! It's a *sim* you braindead scav'! There's nothing to fucking steal!" By the end of that little rant he was shouting at her, and only fractionally less close to Pity's ear. And that before he hit her again, just big, wolfen fist slamming down from one side to turn her cheek with the impact. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "HWUF!" A *yip* in her voice there too, but swallowed some in all the air being rammed OUT of her lungs. Child's eyes huge and fairly popping from her head, body folding neatly around the fist. Flopped into the tabby's arms, mouth-slack big gulps of air as she made a tiny noise. Recoiling from the wolf now, tears springing into the corners of her eyes. Little shake of her head, attempting to deny that first accusation. And then a small stiffening of her whole body, and she might have replied if he wasn't [i]shouting[i] at her, instead of recoiling backward even further, scrunching her eyes shut, laying ears down. "I waSN'T GONNA STEA-" Not the very satisfying [i]crack[/i] a hand made when driven viciously across her face, but the [i]YIP[/i] that came out of her before she flop-slumped in the tabby's arms was a pretty good substitute! Not even unconscious, judging by the shudder and skid-scrabbling of her feet. And the little sob. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Laughter. And a grab of Pity's hair again, yanking her head back - although this time seemingly only to ensure that her face was on display for all and sundry as he crowed to the group, "'You hear that? She 'wasn't going to steal'." Punctuated with yet *another* blow, once again going for the poor 'yote's stomach - this time with force enough to lift and bump her against one of the men supporting her, give her side chance to feel just how little sympathy he had for *her*. He still had her hair, and now he used it to compel her to look up at his grinning muzzle - "I bet you *still* don't fucking get it, do you?" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] [i]"HWARF!"[/i] undignified noise from the girl, lifted up off her feet and [i]collapsing [/i] after, held up only by the arms on her while her mouth hung open, drooling. So she looked gawping and stupid when he hauled her up so, shuddering in the various grips. And rather than try to answer his mocking demand, "Yu...you dun have to hurt me lighe this.' All the tearfulness of an already-bruised, frightened twelve year old. Who'd probably said the same thing to an older canine before. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] That earned her a backhanded *slap*. "See? Not a *fucking* clue." He was just raising his fist for the next punch, when a paw on his shoulder stilled him. And the man to whom the paw belonged? Well, glance back, and there was a brown bear, not sneering like the others. He even gave a nice sort of smile! Though it was turned on the wolf rather than Pity. "Let me try and explain it to her." There was a moment... but then the wolf relented, let go Pity's hair and got out the way for the more mature-looking ursine. Crouched down in front of Pity, just short enough to be able to catch her eyes from below when he lowered himself. "I think, girl, you have misunderstood the situation. Why do you think you are here with us?" *Now* he was smiling at her, though still not unkindly. Just incongruous to the moment. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] *Yelp, sob*. Shivering breath sucked in, and her feet skidding on the stones again as his fist came up, child's lower lip quivering and curling as she tried to shrink into herself. Another smaller sob, helplessly relieved when he stopped. Tearful eyes jumping to the bear, big gulps of breath. "Y-you all want to, to fuck me, then ki-" hitch, "Then kill me i-in the game." Sneaking that in at the end as though speaking it aloud could make it true. "I-I know you wanna hurt me!" Trying to get ahead of any answer, or of being hit again. "You, you just don't have to hit me. I can be good." Was the little arch of her back and perk of her chest intentional as such, or subconscious? [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Ah hell..." sounding genuinely a bit regretful! While a big, dark paw just casually reached out to cup one perked, precocious young tit, hefting it in his coarse palm and very gently kneading, thumb rested just on one side of that provocatively raised areola. "You had to go and make it hard to tell you. You see girl, all those predators that have been watching the games and waiting their turn? None of them wanted the filthy little 'yote scavenger: their words, mind!" with a defensive hurriedness as if he and his companions couldn't *possibly* think something like that! Even as his thumb started to rub back and forth, one side of Pity's nipple. "So, in the end, the people in charge got all of us wage slaves together and said we'd get a bonus if we finished you off all 'entertaining'-like. Are you starting to understand yet?" There were a few impatient noises coming from the group looming all around the helpless tweenager, trapping her with the dungeon wall at her back... but at the same time, they all seemed just as eager to see how this little moment played out. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Small scrunch of her face, a surely understandable cringe backwards when that big hand cupped her breast. 'None of them wanted', and her tearful eyes went wide. Then wider almost in time with her dark nipple stiffening as his thumb skipped over (and over) it. And for all she'd been one of the oldest contestants for the game, she sure could turn into a panicked crying mess with the best of the younger kids. "That's, that's not [i]fair![/i]" Pity's pretty face crumpling, tears racing to make dark lines in her fur. "Th-that's not fair, I can be good! [i]I can be good![/i]" Struggling in the grip of the other men. No carefully thought-out argument or sexy tweenaged twerking here. Not now that it was actually happening. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The bear just smiled at her for a moment longer - and then took his turn driving his fist into Pity's torso, burying his balled paw into her lower tummy with a strength that was belied by that kind-of-sort-of pudgy bear's frame. Was there any truth to that urban myth around beating on a girl's uterus? Because if he was going to jarr Pity's brain with a flash of endorphins as a result, then... "You're right, it's *not* fair. Ever heard of a 'redroom', girl?" letting the folding around his fist, and the way the two men gripping Pity's arms allowed it, bring her closer for his low-voiced follow-up. He was probably acting, but still did a decent job pretending subterfuge by way of speaking against Pity's ear. Probably just wanted her to feel his mouth there. "*Maybe* if you got every last one to say they don't want the money. Can you be *that* big a slut, Pity?" The little turn of his fist was was *totally* to keep up the act, twisting everything around where it was partially embedded in the little girl's tummy. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "HWENGH!" He caught her mid-sentence, her sobbing upset having been developing into quite the tantrum! Neatly shut her up too, comical-sexy look of a little girl's eyes bulging fit to pop from her head and her long tongue sticking out of her mouth before she folded neatly around his big fist, shuddering and held up only by it and the hands on her arms. And surely battering a girl's uterus couldn't be any more effective at scrambling her brains than battering most any of her other guts? At any rate the "Gnuuugh...ghhuuu..." noise that came out of the child was very far from coherent. Though twisting his first around did get a [i]whiiiine[/i] out of Pity, her knees knocking together and fat butt perking out more, obscenely precocious breasts wobbling to either side of just above his arm. "I cagh, I-I cagh...." all breathless and tiny and strained-taut from her gawping mouth. The coyote cub managing a swallow, and a taut-mumbled "I coul' be good f'r all' you. YOU coul' keep me..." Strained and sobbing into the sentence as she said it. And presumably that would have been accompanied by something sexier than curling up around something mashing her guts, if not for...well, the thing mashing her guts. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] A response for which the bear paused... and then finally, blessedly withdrew his fist. Given what he had just done to her, it was entirely possible he'd left a concave and rapidly bruising circle in Pity's tummy that would take several moments to regain something like the right shape. He sighed, cupping the sobbing, begging cub's absurd breast - the one he hadn't yet! - a motion just on fringe of Pity's vision as he was given something? Whilst, again, that gentle tease-kneading as he'd done before - "I can't possibly treat a little girl like a slut when she's not enthusiastic. What a shame -" Did Pity have possession of herself enough to realize how bad that was? Not that she'd be able to do much if so, still held as she was, one tit supported, something cold scraped the outer side of the other - Apparently, unconvinced as he was, her new friend was about to demonstrate just how much strength a bear could have: it looked very much as if he was getting ready to try and run that metal shaft through the both of them. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Small whimpered noise again as he cupped her other breast, doing absolutely nothing to defeat the allegations of lacking enthusiasm. But gentle kneading got other dark nipple stiff in short order too, Pity gasping breaths and trying to put her feet firmly under herself again as her tummy resumed a more normal shape. Which, between the time he was taking getting ready and Pity's general ability to bounce back from abuse, meant she was just aware enough for two things "I-If you stop hitting me I cagh be enthusuh..suh...w-wai wai wait!!" Amber eyes jerking in startled terror towards cupped breast, metal implement, and... [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] And gosh but that steel rod's tip was sharp. Just the slight pressure of one absurd tit's natural curve had sunk the tip a fraction of an inch, sending a trickle of red to trace a fetching line down toward her ribs. "Hm-?" as if the protestation were entirely unexpected. Even with apparently steady hold, just the slightest natural sway made that vicious tip scrape and sting. Just as nonchalant was his other paw - had it even for a moment let up its gently teasing of other, oversensitive young breast? [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "I-I can be enthus-uh-astic! I can do whatever y' want!" The terrified child fumbling through simple words, but there was no denying her urgency! Making heavy breasts jiggle with the trembling that had set through all of her now. "I'll, I'll do anything at all you want please don't do that, please please, I can be good. I can, can be really good, p-promise." [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] He continued to pause, holding that horrible spike ready to skewer her at any moment while she babbled - before finally looking back at the other men once more. "Any thoughts?" "'Doesn't seem very eager to me." "What's this 'can be' crap?" "Just skewer the dozy cunt!" And back those kind-seeming eyes were to Pity, his expression all apologetic and inevitable and suddenly the flash of pain like someone using a branding iron. Inner side of Pity's tit tenting horrifically over the not-quite-through spike of smooth metal. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "Whuh, nononowaitWAITWAITWA[i]AAAAAAIIEEEEEEE![/i]" There was startlingly little blood when stabbing an object this size into a breast. Was the kind-eyed bear familiar with that quirk? Or indeed anyone watching, now getting to see Pity's breast [i]cave[/i] inward around the spike as it stabbed inch after inch inward with remarkable ease once past her skin, its attempted egress put the other side very obvious, even amidst all the jiggling Pity's fat tits were doing with how she was almost [i]spasming[/i], screeching in horror at this brand-new kind of torment. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Not that he was by any means done. *Out* popped the spike from the inner side of the tweenager's misshapen tip, the peculiarly limited splatter of red before distended flesh *slid* down the bright metal shaft and oh *look* that tit the bear had been fondling was held at just the right height for him to keep going. Again, that deceptive strength behind the thick arm as it redoubled its force and drove the rest of the spike into Pity's skewered tit... all while his other paw *gripped* the so-far unscathed one and began to work it down the two-thirds of the shaft had emerged back into the air of the torture chamber. It was, after all, silly not to keep going! Without the support of the screaming cub's other tit, it was only going to twist down and potentially wrench the first one clean off, and they couldn't have that. "Aw yeah we're earning that bonus now!" someone in the audience, while the feline had Pity's left arm redirected on paw to grip and twist her hair to ensure she didn't avert her gaze, either. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Next 'yote scav tit on the skewer! And the same momentary resistance as lighter brown fur and tender skin bent inward, [i]caved[/i]. The grip of that feline wrenching her back since of course she'd been trying to look away, and the sudden sharp little [i]give[/i]. Brand new SCREECH into [b]SOB[/i] as big metal spike sliiiiid into soft, welcoming flesh. Glinting, near-bloodless metal reflecting in huge amber eyes, and 'yote tween all but [i]howling[/i] SOBS as it bent soft skin outward and *popped* out the other end. Pity was *physically* resilient, of course. But it seemed like they'd hit on something novel enough that her mental resilience was in question. Like she'd forgotten all about everyone and everything else around her, gone from forced to watch to unable to look away. Mouth shut, but only enough for an awful keening noise through almost-gritted teeth. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] And just a *little* extra agony by way of making both breasts were equally placed on the rod! 'Best to minimize it slipping out, after all. "Shit look how *happy* she is she can't quit looking!" "'Course she is. Fatass bitch probably thinks it's silver and how she's gonna pawn it." Commentary, this time from the rat and the feline as they let go of Pity's arms finally, allowed her to drop to the floor in front of the 'kindly' bear had encouraged her to convince them just how enormous a slut she could be. Which conveniently free hands - it was not clear which of the two delivered the chamber-echoing *CRACK* of a spank to that well-endowed backside. "Really girl," the bear, sounding almost disappointed. "All those chances. A man could think this was what you *wanted* to happen." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And any onlookers, present or remote, got to see fat 'yote boobies bounce and wobble when the spike was released! Less so than before they were locked to each other, but maybe more obscene for the presence of the spike? More keening from the child, and letting go did see her drop to her knees. And immediately make a [i]squalling[/i] noise as her heavy breasts [i]jounced[/i] again, back to keening as her hands hovered around impaled funbags. Obviously wanting to remove the spike, not daring to touch. And ANOTHER [i]bounce[/i] of her boobies for that satisfying CRACK, a moment of Pity's expression turning to the cutely shocked face of a surprise-spanked girl! And a nice view of fat brown ass jiggling for the impact too. Before her voice dropped back down into guttural grunt-wailing, her hair falling over her face, shuddering curled fingers quivering just shy of pain-stiffened dark nipples and impaled globes. But the bear talking to her did drag her back! Hair laying straggly over her face, caught on wet tear-trails, as she [i]shouted[/i] at him. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU [b]WANT![/b]" Big heaving gulps of breath, swallowing down sobs. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Shouting at him like that seemed to give him just a little pause - enough that he took to stroking top of her head, even. Again, it could have been nice - in any other circumstance. Maybe even if those long, sharp rat fingers weren't doing similar to her spanked butt! "Girl that's where you're getting it *wrong*," with the tone of an adult getting just a little bit tired having to patiently explain things to the slow witted child. Or scav. "What we all *want* is our bonus: torture the little 'yote nobody wanted to death and get our payout. "If *you* don't want that, then you need to show us a fat titted little cunt's so slutty, *all* the men here will give up their cash for a go on her. You really never whored before?" Kindly stroking never let up. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Shaking, mildly-mutilated child cringing back from his stroking hand. Only until she felt the rat groping her backside, which made her shy forward. A moment's almost-cute nudging of her pretty head under big palm. A wobble of her impaled breasts that made her cringe again, looking up at the bear, down at the floor, eyes darting 'round. Little girl threatening to hyperventilate, the spike in her tits actually helping! Discouraging her from making too many motions that would remind her it was there. "Th-then you gotta LET ME." Shouted at the end again, hands up like she meant to shove him, or grab at him, but bumping the edges of the spike and making her make that stupid scrunched gritted teeth face again, stopping her hands in front of wobbling chest looking like nothing so much as though the girl was praying. Little son, hiccup. Too-quick breath with her hair covering ducked face again. Hands pushed down against the stone, brown girl trying to wobble slowly back to her feet. Straighten up if they let her, hiccup, gulp. Raise her face to the bear again with some obviously-fragile determination on it, and, "Tell me somethin' your, your wife does. O-or girlfriend. Or, a way you always wanted to f-fuck someone's daughter." A moment's cringe, then swallow. "Whatever you want, I can do it better. But you gotta [i]tell[/i] me first." [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Talking back seemed, for a moment, like it had been a mistake. Certainly the long fingers on her butt closed a little firmer for a second. But.. no further beating - or mutilation - came. But the bear was thoughtful, and everyone seemed, for the time being, to be willing to let him play ringleader. "Alright then. We *had* planned to let you take the lead, but since you clearly need some direction..." Someone snapped their fingers, and suddenly there was one of those horrible little viewpoint spheres, positioned at just the right distance in front of Pity's muzzle. "Look into the camera, girl; let's make this a proper little fuck video. Say your name for all the nice perverts. Tell them how old you are, your school clubs, maybe about your hobbies." Yet another stroke of Pity's hair. "No lies, now. Help them all get to know you, and then tell them you're going to be a good little child-slut for *all* these nice men. Tell them you're going to get fucked so hard, not a one will want to torture you to death when you're done. Then we'll let you get started." Smiled. "Does that sound fair?" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] A moment's stiffening too, eyes jerking back over her shoulder with the threat of some oanic, too much potential energy for her to possibly keep still. But then the bear was speaking again. Was it obvious how much what he said rocked the poor tweenaged slut's mind? Did it strike anybody present as unfair to demand self-direction from the child who'd been forced to do what an adult wanted since before she had real thoughts? Amber eyes flicked from orb to bear. "You mean like I-" Like she had been forever ago when *Minerva had held her hands at the camp. Shiver breath, that fragile-but-hard determination creeping over her face again. Spoiled a little by the way her boobs shifted when she straightened her back again and made her wince, before - "My, my name's Charity. My [i]real[/i] name. I'm twel, twelve years old, and I really like softball and gymmastics. I like horror movies, a-and that cartoon about the superpowered girls, and I was thinking about doing cheerleader stuff at school." No lies, the bear said, but she came out with that? "And I [i]really[/i] like...I really liked this game." That one was just true. A glance at the bear, paused with her mouth open. Weighing whatever was about to tumble off her tongue next. "I'm, I'm gonna be the [i]best[/i] child slut for everybody here." Looking around, like she only just now was thinking to try and get a gauge of how many people were in the room with her. Abandoning it after the three steps into the turn around made her boobs jiggle and her teeth grit against a pained noise again. Turning back to the camera. And a hint of the personality of the little girl from that first Halloween video, bending just a little bit forward, confidence and an almost-smug look sneaking onto her face. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "I'm gonna get fucked sooooo hard and, and everybody's gonna squirt on and in me sooo much I'm gonna look like a ghost - I mean an albino! I'm gonna look like an albino, by the end of this. And everybody's gonna have SUCH big orgasms that they'll miss me if I go cuz they'll [i]never[/i] have better ones." [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The results were mixed - but not a one of them was negative. A few failed to restrain splutters of laughter, plenty were grinning... there were even more erections than there had been before and not a few had begun to work themselves. There was even an 'aww' or two! Even the bear seemed to be working hard to check his reaction, beyond patting Pity's head and, "Good girl. So good, in fact, we're going to help you with the mistake." Smiled... and then grabbed her. There wasn't any violence, unbelievably! Though it was hardly gentle to her injuries to have herself whirled about and snugged in against the bears dark furred side, his arm around her and gripping her hip as he grinned at the orb - which had, of course, spun to keep Pity in frame. "*Charity* forgot to say this best part: if she *isn't* the best child slut? Then everybody here is going to hurt her over and over again until she's *dead*; she'll never get to see her mommy again, and we'll all get a *huge* bonus on our pay. Isn't that right, *Charity*?" Firm squeeze of Pity's hip, fingertips digging in a little. "Smile." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] A moment's stark horror from her at just the word 'mistake'. Probably contributing to the startled [i]yeep![/i] as she was grabbed, whirled around, biting her lower lip to swallow back the pained noise for jiggling chest again. Darting her gaze around for a second until she realized nobody else was reaching for her. And the bear was talking again. And nobody could say [i]he[/i] wasn't good at this! By the time he told her to smile, the expression Charity twisted her face into could better be described as a trembling, tearful rictus. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "Y-yeah!" [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Sensation of his thumb working the yielding flesh of Pity's behind. "Who wants first?" Of course basically *everyone* spoke up at once, only for that wolf had begun the whole thing to step up, grinning at Pity something awful. "You wanted to know what we all wanted, right? Well -" Bear glancing from the wolf, to Pity, inclining his head to ensure she was looking at the *much* larger canid, and the erection he now sported that... wasn't too small a portion of the size of Pity's forearm, bright, angry red and fully free of his sheath since her last meeting with the lupine. And his fists. Maybe Pity got a moment to ask, if she were so inclined, but either way, the Wolf looked from Pity's eyes, to her skewered chest, and then like so many boys at school he addressed her breasts - "You're going to give me a titjob." Okay now he met Pity's eyes. Grinned. The bear gave her a *shove* toward the wolf. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Obvious fear, when the wolf stepped up first. Wolves and coyotes didn't get along, after all! And also she was starting to visibly bruise, in all the places he'd hit her. And also he was huge. That felt especially unfair, that he could be [i]that[/i] much bigger than her, a little step back of bare foot. A little staring at that obscenely large thing, and Pity was [i]not[/i] a stranger to sizable phalluses. "What?" Soft, horrified little lost voice from the girl, before a squeak as she stumbled forward. Tits-first right into the wolf actually, to a squeal and jerk backwards with how his dick had definitely thumped the bar between her breasts. Which meant a look of horror down at them and it again. Then up at him. Then down at his dick. "It'd be - " Better without the bar. But Pity [i]wasn't[/i] stupid. She understood what boys wanted. So the wolf just got a *glare*, and "F-fine. Fine. You should sit down though." Stepping forward and wrapping both paws around his cock. Looking. "Are there any chairs? I don't think he wants a lap!" [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Pity wasn't *completely* stupid then, clearly - something in the wolf's whole manner indicated that with her impulse to argue, he had come *this* close to just hurling himself at her all fists and claws. There'd not be much mistaking the near miss, even as he grinned when she acquiesced. And then took his turn grabbing her arm and half dragging, half carrying her across the chamber. Because there *were* places to sit. In fact that leather couch was downright anachronistic - because why should the predators have to suffer being on-theme? .. Sure they were technically contestants as well, but - "Heey maybe it *wasn't* all bluster. 'Little slut seems pretty confident handling wolf cock." *His* turn snapping his fingers, summoning a viewing sphere into visibility - and then snatching it out the air to not-quite-jam in Pity's face as he dropped himself into the couch. Horrid contrast to all the implements of pain and torture around them. ... Had someone arranged it to make the ones clearly intended for hurting little girls all the more obvious? "Go on scav', tell us about your proudest dicking. What was Pity's biggest challenge?" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Another moment's recoiling, for how obvious he was being about how much he wanted to hurt her. But then he'd caught her by thearm, and Pity was nothing if not easy to haul around from place to place, as so many videos proved. Camera sphere even ought to get that stupid cross-eyed cute look out of the girl as the wolf shoved it close. The expression sliding to a moment's anger up at the wolf, but...well, one did not correct one's possible executioners when they used racial slurs. Instead she scooted forward between the wolf's legs, trusting the stupid orb to get out of the way. "Proudest was when I really really needed a good grade in Home Ec." Talking while not even looking at the wolf. Instead eyeing that large cock, glaring. Reaching out to grip it again and wrap her mouth around it, bobbing her head up and down with soft lewd 'owlp owlp owlp' sounds, long tongue curling around as her hands twisted and slid up and down, lower one sliding off after a few strokes to cup and fondle the wolf's balls. That for a little bit, turning her head this way and that to skid pointed tip off the inside of her cheeks, before her mouth came off with a [i]pop[/i]. "I just wanted extra tutoring, but our Home Ec teacher insisted he didn't have time, and none of the other kids wanted...none of the other kids could. 'Til I begged him, and he said I could come after school one day and we'd see. Once he found out he could fuck my face he suddenly had [i]lots[/i] of time." Looking up at the wolf now, working one hand firmly up and down his dick, slicking her saliva across the whole length of it. "He really liked that. Said no other girl ever did it for him before." And then rocking up onto the balls of her feet to lean forward, clutching her breasts gingerly. And sliiiding angry red thing up between them, [i]behind[/i] the metal spike. Biting her lip with a drawn-out keening-grunt of pain as she lowered herself slowly doooown. Until a comedy moment when the tip bumped her chin, [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] and she twisted her head around to suckle on the tip again, moaning against the further motion as she slid the rest of the way down, fat boobs pillowing on the wolf's lap. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Pity's efforts earned her an immediate, low voice 'fuck-' ... and the inevitable taste of precum, too. He'd been in the 'working themselves' group, afte all. Just how long since she'd last been compelled to taste-? The wolf caught himself, corrected the sphere he was holding that had drifted from Pity's face in the moment since she'd started her work. "Heh. Slut," by way of earned response, even as he shuddered. "I *bet* you were fucking proud. 'Probably wanted his babies on the spot." Only to *groan* as slicked, fat wolfcock was squeezed between Pity's stabbed tits, giving her another splatter below her neck - and forcing them with its girth to slide apart on the shaft. At least on the inward side. "That's... that''s it. Gods -" 'Thought - "And the cubs? 'Just dumped 'em I suppose?" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Months now. Months since she'd done this, because Daniel didn't count. He was small and cute and when he fucked a girl's face it was because he didn't know better. She'd really wanted to teach him better. She made some effort to keep her impaled breasts squeezed up against fat wolf cock! She did! But the pressure of it squashing against soft skin made her bite her lip and scrunch her face and whimper until she had to give up, pausing with his cock up alongside her cheek, body trembling...a blink up at him, startled. Then offended. "I-I've never had [i]babies.[/i]" Actually angry about! But then surely they'd all seen the video where she was *supposed* to have gotten pregnant. Still, she put the anger to good use, instead of just glaring at the man who really wanted to hit her! Turning her head back down and gripping her boobs, gritting her teeth through the [i]squeal[/i] as she squashed fat globes together against stiff, slicked red dick. And slid herself slowly up, whimpering all the way, tears beading in her eyes....then down, panting, trying to give her boobs a little push this way and that, abandoning it quick. So maybe it would be that failure, or maybe it would be him starting to speak again, that saw her sliding his dick back into her mouth on a downstroke, jaw moving to suggest how fervently her tongue was working, trembling hands pressing impaled breasts tighter against him, then looser, then tighter... [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "You mean these're just a *freak*?" guffawed, gripping a free portion of Pity's tit and squeezing down hard. Around the spike. "Fucking hells it's like you were born for this. 'S a shame we've only got so long to use you in or *we'd* be putting them up this puffy little scav' cunt." ... *Smack*. Not hard, but a cuff across her brow and, "The fuck is this taking so long? Get on and do it harder slut; this ought be fucking nothing. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "AWUHUAAOOWW!" Now [i]that[/i] went and undid all her careful tit-jobbing and motion. Hands flying off fat boobs amid her shrieking, jerking back which only caught his thick cock on the metal rod, [i]yanked[/i] her boobs straight out [i]and[/i] kept her from going anywhere. Probably also didn't feel great for him? So the [i]cuff[/i] met a momentarily-panicking 'yote girl, knocked her dizzy and slumping which at least got her to stop trying to yank her own tits off, whimpering and pushing against the wolf's thighs like she maybe meant to hit him back until her own thoughts caught up. "You can just SAY HARDER." Oop, did shout up at him though. Hands hovering a moment (to cover her head against any more reprising blows) before she gripped her breasts again, a whimper....and then a blink. Looking up and twisting around as much as she could. "Hey. H-hey, that, the bear. C'mere." Even as she whimpered right after for mashing her breasts around his cock again, starting to slide up and down once more. "Don't worry, you'll love this." A bit defiant? But also sure of herself, looking up at him. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The wolf seemed to be operating quite thoroughly on the side of negative reinforcement, because another blow *did* follow, and he was just looking as if he were about to start yelling at the little girl in the shadow of his cock when... well, when Pity addressed the bear had been so 'kind' so far. "Oh yes?" approaching the couch in what could only be described as an amble. Unless it were going to impede, he'd put his paw on her head again as well. Gentle pressure. "You're skating on pretty thin ice, girl. Do you know what sort of slut talks back?" Not that the wolf didn't grunt meanwhile, pointed red cock jerking as he thrust his hips casually against Pity's efforts to work her impaled tits once more. But it was the *bear* that had the aura of hovering danger, now. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] [i]"Ow!"[/i] For the next thud to her head, hands only partly in the way. Bear's hand on her head...and a small shiver through her, staring at and past the wolf's chest. Before she recovering some of that (brittle, that was the word) confidence, tilting her head back to look up at him. "I know, that's why he'll love this. When [i]you[/i] think it's right, don't tell me when, grab my head and my mouth, like this, right?" Raising one hand to pinch at the sides of her jaw, momentary fish-face, illustratively. "And then he can fuck my face. That's what you really want, right?" Turning back to the wolf, hair mussed under bear's hand and all. Still smirking through the wince as she gripped her breast again, mashed it to him as she worked herself up and down a little faster, poking fat butt out toward the rest of the room. "You wanna stuff my smart mouth 'til I choke and try 'n drown me in your cum." Still wincing, more as she worked herself faster, and her voice drew ever more taut. "And HE'S not gonna let me up until you're done. No matter what I want." Bite-swallowing the whimper, digging her teeth into her lower lip as tears beaded in her eyes again. "Pretty, pretty good right? Betcha never got the chance to fuck a smart-mouth little girl like, like [i]this[/i]." Trying to blink away the tears, without great success. Smirking up at the wolf still though, wrapping her mouth around his tip again. Lewd 'owlp owmf mmrmmf' sounds. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The two men looked impatient... although it was hard for the wolf to maintain that as Pity continued her efforts. "Fuck if she's not *trying* -" low, shallow voice. For whatever reason the bear almost looked annoyed at this, but - well, but for now he just kept his casual hold of her head while she worked. Kindly voice still had a bit to offer, though! "You realize this could be how you die, don't you girl? Perhaps I just don't let you up *ever*. We've all seen your vids. You're a regular little breathplay freak, aren't you?" Fingers kneading her skull, base of her ears... Pity got a good moment to start her reply, as much of it as might be needed to tell if she was going to say anything entertaining... before the warningless interruption she had specified. Big paw slamming her down the fat lupine dick and that pointy tip *scrape*-dipping down into her throat. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Flick of amber eyes to the wolf. Still tearful, even unto a little unhappy noise against his cock amidst the other soft sounds of a twelve-year-old with a lifetime of experience putting in a [i]shift[/i] on the most sensitive parts of his anatomy she could reach. Didn't even acknowledge the bear! Not at first at least, eyes down and shut and her expression was almost beautific as she bobbed, squashed fat brown globes around angry red shaft. Shivered. Soft 'mlah' of her opening her mouth, and going to rudely speak with her mouth full! "Yuh gogh kiww me igh hewe ameh-wagh, why mnogh-GLUCK!" As confident as she'd been making out to be, that camera orb would still capture the girl's eyes gone WIDE as her mouth reflexively pursed lips over thick shaft. That choking noise, and then the particular REEETCH basically anything cute and female made when you jammed a dick by surprise into their throat. Fat butt suddenly jerking, jiggling in place, a hand jerking to thump and press against the wolf's thigh as her throat bulged. "UWEEH...UWEEEENCKH!!" Tap tap pat, and then [i]clutch[/i]. And the little girl [i]kept[/i] bobbing her head! Not much, and certainly not with the skill she'd had before! But her tongue was still curling around the shaft, even as her butt wiggled, jerked, one leg kicked out against the bear's, but then adjusted so it was kicking away from him. "UWEEEEEE[b]GGGNNNCK!"[/b] [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Mngh*FUCK* -" yelled, big wolf hands dropping to take over the hold of Pity's head, keeping her in place so firmly as to abrade the skin below hair and fur with his claws. Just a long moment enjoying the feel of her struggling, against and to cooperate... and then inevitably the first *jerk* as he began to fuck against the little coyote's face. Fat, red shaft plunging over her tongue and plugging her throat, and fat bulge at base of that canine dick thudding her muzzle with absolutely zero concern for well-being. "What'd you say? Kill her like this?" grunted, broken voiced, the splattering slaps of Pity's first facefuck under genuine pain of death. Ignore fact the onlookers were *far* from pleased with the idea. In fact, someone even spoke up, something about his turn and attempting to shove bear out of the way as familiarly long, hard fingers began to feel with increasing invasiveness between cheeks of her behind and down further. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Pity might have been trying to curse too? Hard to tell when the only noises coming out of her were RETCHING, drooling over the canine's shaft as her fingers dug harder into his thigh. And then the inevitable other sounds, the [i]gluk Gluk Gluk Guack GUACK GUACK[/i] of a girl being throatfucked at entirely the wrong angle, scrunching her face against not just the swollen knot battering her muzzle, but the splatters of throat slime coming out to further coat the wolf's cock. All her attention seemingly on her head and bulging throat! Or else she'd surely have stopped wiggling her behind around for the nice man, making it more difficult to grope her. Still, it wasn't as though she was going anywhere! So tugging fat brown cheeks wide to show off the taut little hole between, or groping hard fingers over her crotch and plush, soft folds, wouldn't be too hard! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Or, for that matter, the *CRACK* of that long-fingered paw and the flicker feel of its claws after a particular vicious spank - followed by a tight-voiced 'hey!' from the wolf and, "Sorry man she's just fucking *asking* for it." to go with the renewed *grope* that followed. The result was Pity even got a little pause! She might even have been able to steal a wet little breath with the not-quite-deep position of the cock on her tongue. Before the face bashing resumed with renewed force, knot trying even harder to force her muzzle open far enough, bruising all the more. Every thrust coming with a *grunt* of effort as powerful hips jammed forward, somewhere along the way a thumb had gotten to squashing her ear at an uncomfortable angle... The whole *had* to be doing something interesting to her poor, skewered tits. "Hells girl," the bear, again moving to stroke - although it took him a moment to find an ideal spot with everything going on. Certainly couldn't work her head with those two big, dark hands busy wrenching her to practically hook her neck in the facefuck. "This *is* pretty fucking amazing - get him off before you choke out and maybe we *will* figure snuffing you's not the better option." Just the casual talk about murder... as clawed fingers squished into puffy labia, tugged her open to one side... and then unceremoniously *slid* one sharp, too-long digit up inside. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Now was the bear also doing his job? He'd been tasked with holding her jaw wedged open after all: that hadn't just been a whim on Pity's part. If he [i]was[/i], then the wolf and he would only feel her jaw [i]spasm[/i], and hear a particularly sharp GUACKH out of her to go with the jiggle of her fat ass, racing all the way through her to a jounce from her tits and scrunched-up eyes opening almost-wide to blearily stare a moment. If he [i]wasn't[/i], well, Pity was still a professional. The wolf would only feel a moment's graze of teeth, a pinch before she stopped it. [i]Way[/i] too many instances of her face getting slapped for that when she was younger to slip up now! And a heaving little breath, her darkened face starting to resume proper color. Before it started jerking up and down again, practically a-blur. That was the problem with mouths, wasn't it? Technically not as stretchy as the other two. The girl did try to open her jaw wider even, but that just made for the brush of teeth again and a [i]HUEACK![/i] that saw throat slime barfed onto thick knot, squirted out her nose. But then, maybe Pity [i]wasn't[/i] so dumb after all? Because the position she was in, with the wolf's cock tucked between her boobs and [i]behind[/i] that awful spike? No matter how hard he bashed her face down and his hips up, the swollen bulb at the base wasn't going to get much farther than the tops of jiggling brown globes, bashing against her nose and mouth but entirely unable to get past them. Even though some of the noise Pity made sounded more like screaming for what the vigorous facerape was making her chest do. The same motions turning her face to an ever-darkening blur also flattening her boobs with impact, making them wobble flop UP and DOWN while the bar kept them in lockstep. Lockflop? [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] All of which might have continued on fine, if not for the rat pushing her soft, squishy labia aside, and sliding clawed finger [i]up[/i] in. Child's whole body tried to stiffen at that one, and there was even an attempt at a YIP! Spoiled by the cock bashing in and out of her throat, so the sound turned more to the kind of noise made by particularly angry cartoon ducks. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Presumably, the bear did indeed do his bit! Being the most reasonable responsible individual present and all. Or something. Either way, more than happy, and indeed strong enough to squash Pity's cheeks and ensure her aching jaw couldn't close, no matter how good a job she would have done on her own. Just how much room was there for the Wolf to assist? He'd readily contribute to speed and force if he could, and as was, it was impossible [i]not[/i] to jerk his hips against the obscene twelve year-old's ministrations. Especially in those moments of particular distress. "'S practiced; that's [i]one[/i] mark says she's for it -" just about gotten out... and whether he knew the limit that the titfuck had placed on his knot? Enjoyment saved her from reprisal. Or, more reprisal than the [i]hurt[/i] must have been stabbing through her tits as they squashed and lurched around the metal shaft run between. And, then that [i]noise[/i]. Wouldn't be clear if there was any relation, but as the rough, hard, claw tipped finger [i]slid[/i] up inside, so too did the wolf hit his peak. No chance for a knotting maybe, but that only meant Pity got the opportunity to see the angry red bulb [i]swell[/i] in time with the first sprays of wolf cum into the back of the throat. And all while wolf swore, clutched roughly at her head. And good thing bear still had his hold because was rat's spindly finger actually long enough to [i]scrape the back of Pity's cunt?[/i] At least with sufficient mashing of plump young labia, anyway. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] So the 'yote girl now turning a dark red while having her mouth squashed into stupid fishface again wasn't at risk of making the man raping her face uncomfortable! And if the men could work together at all, then the wolf could get things going good and fast, dark red child's face turning to a blur now and again as he slammed his hips up against her flopping fat tits. While the camera was able to get good views of Pity's panicking, eyes-rolling-back expression in between! She'd clearly given up trying to help though, with the way one hand pat-pat-slapped the wolf's thigh, dug her fingers in while the other smacked at him, waved jerkily in the air. And all that before his knot [i]bulged[/i], mushing her chest even more around the metal stabbed through it, and his cock [i]pumped[/i] right up into her throat. It all took a minute, less? But long enough for the tweenaged coyote to turn purple, eyes staring in terror through mostly-shut lids as they rolled almost completely back, Pity [i]gurgling[/i] like the drowning child she was as little squirts of semen escaping the corners of her mouth, one pair of thick jets out her nose. Her feet had taken to kicking already, slapping and then drumming against the stone beneath her. But feeling the rat's finger up inside they turned into a blur too, the 'yote child's body so taut she looked like she might spring off if someone let go. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Oh she *likes* that!" rat, crowing from behind, and giving a particularly punch-like *press* to get his hard, spindly finger even deeper, spending a long moment *lust* able to make his blunt(ish) claw catch against the muscle that closed Pity's womb. ... And then out. In fact it *all* came out, fingers and cocks and quite likely cum to follow, leaving Pity looking as if she had been fucked decidedly more thoroughly even than she had been. "Better hadn't be all you've got," sneering, panting wolf, last splatters of white painting stabbed tits while her butt got yet *another* rat-handed *smack*. Plenty of impatient faces, if Pity still had wits to see - before it all blurred as an even *bigger* hand got ahold of her arm, wrenched her about and around and oh hey she got to use the nice leather couch after all! On account of the fact that its arm was *great* for propping up her head and neck as the rat came around to drop disproportionately long, pink cock on her face, while the big hand was revealed to belong to the inevitable horse. Tall, chestnut... blessedly one of the leaner types rather than something really terrifying like a shire, but that hardly mattered as the rat's slapping cock was all but answered by a blow from a pole of dark flesh thicker than Pity's arm. *This* one from the other direction, the couch *creaking* in protest as the stallion placed knees either side of Pity's tummy and began to wrench his shaft around with clear intention to pick up where the wolf had left off. And then *just* to finish it off, someone had her hips, a glimpse of bear's fur as he not-quite wrenched her leg off the cushion and bared that puffy little cunt at an angle, to a pat of his own erection. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And all of it coming out at once [i]did[/i] make for a very funny moment, the [i]slrrk![/i] of wolf cock coming out of her face, the shuddery clench of her butt and twitch-inward attempt from her thighs, and the way her head jerked back for a gurgly-wet GASP and [i]heave[/i] of breath. Another shudder, and definitely cum followed, barfed a little bit out of her mouth to join the splatters on her tits. And a gurgled [i]yip![/i] for the still satisfying CRACK of a palm off her behind. No answer for the wolf's sneer, at least not before someone was hauling her up, and down onto the couch with a [i]fwumpf[/i]. Gritted teeth and a whine, fron Pity, her eyes fluttering as her face regained its normal color. Just in time to opem wider, then cross at the absurdly-long thing lain across her face. And another whimper. Even before she saw the horse. Anyone familiar with Pity's vids had surely seen her uncle looming over her in several of them. At least a couple of the hits had him hitting [i]her[/i] in that position! But he wasn't a horse, even a leaner sort. Which meant he'd never gotten the [i]recoil[/i] this man got, the sudden fear from the curvy girl he'd climbed on top of, sagging the couch and looming fit to blot out the field of her view that the rat's cock hadn't already. But then, this was much more akin to the pose one would take to beat someone than fuck them. And tall as Pity was, the horse was [i]much[/i] bigger than her. It took her until he lifted his pole of a cock, wobbling the overlong thing around, for the little girl to realize he [i]wasn't[/i] about to beat her to death. Pretty picture again, right? Comparatively tiny little girl, dwarfed by three adult men, one oversized cock across her face, another [i]bigger[/i] one up over her tummy and chest, and legs splayed for the bear below. Precociously-oversized chest trying to flatten the way breasts did when a girl laid down, but kept from entirely doing that by the spike through them. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] A little whimper, eyes racing from one of the men to the other, to the other, and her mouth working in soundless fear for a few seconds before "Th-that, I don't...won't that not fit?" With the quiet voice of a blushing little maiden! Or a girl who'd just been throatfucked so hard her normally scratchy voice was still reduced to whispering. Looking at the horse's cock, and her be-spiked chest. And if she got the chance to say any more, after a hurried swallow, "I-I can't do very much for you all like this!" Attempting an illustrative wiggle of her hips, pinned below the horse as she was. Even a nuzzle of the rat's cock. And inevitable jiggle of her chest. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The horse just grinned, gave a snort... and then grunted as he set about the endeavour of wedging that fat length not only between her absurdly proportioned chest but beneath the metal spike made them move in unison. No concern for how that might hurt Pity; he was far too busy with threading the needle of his own pleasure and discomfort there from. It got a little easier when he managed to all but *snap* the flare of his tip past the rod, though not without a little stretching of Pity's tits along the way. Just how much tugging, swinging, working and squeezing would it take before the metal no longer fit quite so neatly, started making more ragged the wounds it had pierced? As for the bear, most of that was just feeling; out of sight behind the horse's big torso. But nonetheless, Pity got to feel his large digits squashing at her folds, working her open in order to wedge the wide, not-quite-flat tip with its rough edges in where she'd only regularly accepted the pointed tip of her uncle. Well, and fingers. And also tentacles. They did let her argue! But then the rat had ahold of Pity's face, narrow digits gripping her cheeks as he sank that *long* rodent cock straight into her face and down her throat; held there shuddering - Even as he let her gag around the invading length, and the horse began to rock some portion of his weight against her chest and torso, the rat raised his voice some and - "'Think we can - all agree: I so much as *think* I feel teeth and we're gonna move on to the cub snuff after all, cunt." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "Wait, w-waiaah! Aah, aaaow!" And it did obviously hurt Pity! What with the way she gritted her teeth and tensed up all over. The bear would even have to keep a firmer grip of her leg, or maybe her hip, to stop her squirming away! Or squirming such that she made it harder to spread her open and slide himself inside, anyway. And she hadn't [i]regularly[/i] gotten tentacles in there! Brand new squeal that wasn't just from the horse stretching her impaled breasts up (though they were straining toward an obvious limit, when flared head [i]popped[/i] past. And refused to let them sink back down), while the girl firmly disproved the idea that getting fucked enough nade a young lady 'loose' down there. The bear might be having a heck of a time getting any more than the tip in, for the moment! The rat meanwhile had all the tools at hand to have his own fun: 'yote slut hair to nake a handle of and tug, and then a good angle to force gritted teeth open, to the tune of Pity pleading "W'it, wait, it-gegggmph!" Another funny cross-eyed look, upside down at the absurdly long shaft sliiiiding into her face, down her throat, bulging it obviously as one foot kicked and her hands clutched at the couch. While the rat's comment got a retching-squealed [i]"WRMMGH?!"[/i] from her. And already an almost-brush of her teeth as the horse's cock at least got the advantage of all the slickness from her previous facefuck to lubricate its passage. Even if the first propwr push he made was going to make Pity tense up all over and retch-[i]scream[/i] again. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] While the bear would be... tolerable, in that he remained nic[i]er[/i] than the others, he still had to grip her leg uncomfortably hard, even as he began, a little unceremoniously, to fuck the little girl hidden behind a horse man that was [i]sitting on her[/i]. Almost anyway. Nonetheless, there was a first thing to take - the steady, firm sensation of the bear working himself deeper, thrust by thrust. Scraping her taught insides with every stroke and the low voice a big male, determined to enjoy himself despite the challenges. And poor Pity. "You get [i]one[/i]," in a tone that implied the rat had already felt a brush of her teeth as she protested. Or tried to protest, as the slight upward curve of his cock [i]scraped[/i] the front of her esophagus. It didn't [i]quite[/i] reach Pity's stomach, but there was still the deeply disturbing feel of it below her sternum. To go with the feel of the horse's flare before he [i]jerked[/i], and she got to feel the spongy tip stroking up until it could bump her chin, and the shape of the rat-dick expanding the little tweenager's neck. Bear had started long-since, but the rat and horse almost began to move in unison. To begin with, the strokes were firm, determined, rat using her finger-coiled hair for grip while the horse did similar with those life-defining fat breasts. His fingers were a little large for the job, but nonetheless while rat coiled her hair, he squeezed and tugged and worked her tits, both for grip and his own pleasure... [i]and[/i] in casual hope of trapping some sensitive flesh between his shaft and the metal bar. At least there was a [i]fraction[/i] more give to work with. Poor little girl's fat boobs could only be abused so far before a gap began to show, between the bar and the slut-ward side of the impaled hole. All while every jerk of his hips - even with effort not to! - momentarily drove a little more of the horse's weight down on Pity's torso. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] There were so many angles to appreciate little gang-banged tweenager from too. For those who wanted to objectify a little girl the most, there was the part of her the bear was shoving his penis up into, squirming hips and legs and everything above hidden by chestnut horse's ass. Above that though, there was sufficiently-huge horsecock [i]sawing[/i] back and forth between fat tits that could not sink down the way gravity wanted, jerking the metal bar with it as distressed child's arms waves, thudded the leather couch. [i]Gripped[/i] it as the horse's balls dragged up and down her tummy, and the weight *drove* against her chest. And it wasn't just her big boobs that had defined her whole life! Long before she'd had those, her mouth was the very first hole that had been regularly and violently used, and the experience gained from that meant that, even with the rat's cock being so absurdly long it had bulged out her entire neck and vanished down further, so an x-ray would show it plunging between those wobbling tits and further, she could have managed! Even [i]gurgling[/i] as she was, face already turning a bit red, she could have managed. If it was [i]just[/i] the rat fucking her throat almost down to her stomach. Or [i]just[/i] the horse sawing his too-big-dick back and forth between already-brutalized boobs. Or [i]just[/i] the bear raping her dry vagina, digging his cock ever deeper. But it was all three. And even someone as experienced as Pity could only make it so far - the bear getting in far enough to [i]plap[/i] once against her proportionately curvy, mostly-unmolested-so-far butt, the rat fucking her face with that grip in her hair, easy to smack his own balls into her nose. It was the horse that did it: the rat would be able to feel her try and squeal, then [i]scream[/i] as he squashed and squeezed her convenient, impaled squishy handles. Only a little of that had Pity [i]writhing[/i], jerking and then kicking her legs, wiggling her hips for the bear's perspective where there wasn't really any little girl above toned horse's ass thrusting back and forth. Her hands scratching along the couch and then flailing her arms before they found the rat's thighs, patted, smacked, dug her fingers in. But she still made it to the equine's medial ring [i]bumping[/i] past the bar before it all fell apart. The almost audible [i]thmp[/i] of the ridge of flesh skidding past the metal, dragging her mashed breasts with it, the little visible tearing. And Pity [i]screamed[/i], a gurgly panicked screechy RETCH of a thing, beginning to beat at the rat's thighs and hips, kick her legs fit to kick AT the bear, and after a moment yank her hands away from the rat to grab and [i]grip[/i] at the horse's cock, trying to force it to stop sawing even as her poor chest tore [i]more[/i], and more retching [i]screeching[/i] came out of her. The brush of teeth was inevitable, with the child thrashing like that. Even though she [i]still[/i] wasn't being so bad as to bite him. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Pity might not be in a position to appreciate, but it was clear all the same that the bear could have been fairly good at this. Too big, sure, but clearly capable of using it in a way that most young victims might have soldiered through, and a born slut like Pity ought have gotten off on [i]easy[/i]. 'Just a shame that between throat-scraping asphyxia and her tits being dug out with a blunt rod, Pity was in no fit state to even [i]try[/i] to be grateful. Did she even realize what she'd done, when she felt her teeth scrape against the too long rodent cock? "Dear gods' she's a tight little bitch," from behind the horse, only for a voice somewhere above to quip, "Only 'cause you're the first in there. 'Bet you this sim'll have her stretch like a career cunt- " Sharp motion, the voice's owner slamming in against Pity's face to bash her muzzle with his balls, sitting for a moment before [i]grunt[/i], the spray of rat cum splattering Pity's insides while he gripped her neck, reaching down and... actually kind of massaging. Sure, squeezing! But more to it than simply trying to rub himself off through the little girl's neck. Of course the bear let himself go, only a little behind the horse as a spray of thick white slapped Pity in the neck to go with the one coating her womb. Bear slowed, rat sat sunk into Pity's neck and breathing hard... only the horse hadn't stopped. He was far too busy raping Pity's mangled tits than to pause just because the others had. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Had anyone clocked some positive feeling in the frightened little 'yote cunt for the bear? Or even some positive feeling in the frightened little 'yote's cunt for him? Certainly there might be [i]some[/i] wet there, after enough jabbing of his cock in and out of dry folds, easing any risk of chafing and the bear's own sawing. Shudder through the whole scav slut when the rat groaned into his orgasm though! The [i]slap[/i] of balls harshly against her face, making the child contort enough to arch her back and bend jumping rat cunt in her spasming esophagus. So she'd at least feel the twitch of the rat's balls as the orgasm hit! Even if she was still panicking too much to appreciate it. The rat should appreciate her through, the way natural reflexes were already massaging his cock as far down her esophagus as peristalsis could reach. Though the squeezing would both hold her more still amidst her twisting and trashing, and also help a bit with working gouts of semen straight down into her belly. And hush her ragged gurgle-[i]screeching[/i] some. The [i]splatter[/i] of horse semen against her neck and chin didn't help her behavior at all. From the way she arched her back and [i]clawed[/i] at the air and him and the rat, the silly bitch probably thought the horse had ripped her breasts clear off! Didn't acknowledge the bear's painting of her womb at all, amidst her [b]Hrrrrrggghnnngggggggggcccckkkkhhh![/i] with tear-pouring reddened eyes squinching and bulging at once somehow, pretty brown throat and chin painted white by the kind of cumshots one could [i]hear[/i] for force and volume. One bare foot thudding twice more against the bear's chest, shoulder, digging im there as the last bits of air in her pitched her ragged voice up, and up, outright trying to [i]scratch[/i] at the horse's mashing hands and cock. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Of course it had to be a horse she tried to fend off. The others she wouldn't have had much luck with either, but she might at least have gotten a [i]response[/i]. Couldn't see his face right then, but Pity ought be able to feel the horse's fist working himself, trying to work more out in order to better paint her collar area. But [i]slowly[/i] out slid rat cock, all far too big as ever... The bear didn't seem daunted, either. He'd cum alright, but seemed to be luxuriating in the hopes of being able to resume. And all while rat knelt down beside Pity's her ear - "[i]I felt your teeth[/i]." gentle voice, slightly sneering. But more than anything he just sounded [i]smug[/i]. Pity might not see him glance up at the horse, but the subtle change in the huge male's aspect. He might have been breathing hard as he met Pity's eye... but then down came his fist. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] This too could be called her fault: [i]she[/i] was the one who first brought up painting her, after all. An awful ugly burbly-glrgle [i]gleeeeeeeeeck![/i] noise as rat cock finally slid out. Heaving breaths again, her voice trying to pitch into howling sobs before she had the air for it. And she was already fistfighting the horse! One hand clutching, digging nails at his cock while the other [i]thumped[/i] at it. She didn't even acknowledge her failure to the rat! But she did look down at horse cock grinding between her mauled breasts. So her eyes could meet the horse's, abd there could be just one breathless-squeaked "No-!" Before the [i]thud[/i]. Below horse's ass, scav hips [i]jumped[/i]! And bear got to experience an entireky different kind of tight, with that [i]squeeze[/i]. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] A shame Pity didn't catch the rat's warning - there had been a viewpoint orb popped into position to capture her eyes and everything! Still at least it caught the moment when her gaze met the horse's, and his upraised fist. [i]He[/i] almost hadn't acknowledged [i]Pity[/i] - or at least her pathetic attempts to fight him as he left be her chest. Small blessing, too - already the hole bored through those underage tits must have been unnecessarily wide, ragged. ... Was there really [i]no[/i] blood? Then "[i]Fuck-![/i]" from the other side of the horse's wall-like torso, as his fist impacted. Bear was shuddering, the last flickers of the previous orgasm spattering Pity's insides ever as his cock firmed once again for her grip. The first blow had been driven into her side, and with fists that large the [i]thud[/i] must have been followed by a [i]CRACK[/i]. Another blow followed, and another, the horse clearly aiming methodically even as the assault aimed to break Pity's ability to hurt him in retaliation. The fact she was getting somewhere with that was in the equine face glaring down on her, even as massive fist beat into one skewered tit. Brutality and lack of restraint or no, the horse was very clearly aiming his blows with objectives: he wanted Pity aware, he wanted Pity to suffer, and he wanted Pity to be [i]vocal[/i]. ... Someone in the looming crowed shouted a complaint about 'snuffing the scav bitch before we got our go'. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Definitely a [b]CRACK[/b]. And Pity, who'd had violence done to her by adults (well, an adult) a [i]lot[/i] in her life, between sexual assault, hitting, and drowning that one time, had never been hurt like this. So the sound that came out of her was a kind of SHRIEK-[b]grunt[/b] as her ribs cracked. And another. And another, all with her hips [i]jerking[/i] this way and that alongside [i]clenches[/i] around the bear inside of her that had to be a novel experience for him. Or at least a striking (hah) one! How often did you get to fuck an experienced little girl while your friend three times her size beat her to death? By the time the horse's huge fist mashed her mangled breast against the bar and her cracked ribcage, Pity made a kind of grunting [b]GNUAAAGH[/b] sound, spread legs sticking out to either side of the bear and her tongue jutting out, and her eyes near-bugging out of her head. There [i]was[/i] blood now, in fact. More because the girl had [i]tried[/i] to get away, only to find herself locked in place by the horsecock threaded between her boobs and the bar. And swelling on her face, bruising on her belly developing on her chest too. A [i]shudder[/i] and agonized [b]"STAWWWP!"[/b] sobbed out of the 'scav tween, as her smashed breast took a few seconds to return to normal shape. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] There were foul words coming from the other side of the horse's torso as Pity's insides went mad around the bear trying to fuck her. And he [i]was[/i] trying! It was just hard to get a rhythm when the kid you were aiming to rape was thrashing about like she thought she was going to die. Certainly the horse was getting into it. As the pseudo-flare of the bear's cock scraped around inside her panic-clenching insides, the enormous equine bought down blow, after blow, after - When Pity tried to bawl out that plea, the horse had one huge hand around her neck, half-forcing her to watch as his other drew back in a fist - then paused. "You want me to stop?" with a look of anticipation on his face made it inescapably clear he was just [i]waiting[/i] for Pity to give him the chance to do something horrible to her. A moment for her to give any kind of affirmative, then - "Then we want to hear you tell [i]everyone[/i]. You're going to look into that ball -" one of the viewpoints obligingly flitted into position before Pity's muzzle, although the horse's face was big enough not to be obscured thereby, "- and make fucking sure we believe that you [i]know[/i] you're a little scav witch. Tell us all how much you deserve to get raped and redroomed by a gang of strangers -" "Hey!" rat again! From the sidelines, chiming in. Maybe he'd shown something, because then the horse blinked, smiled - and then shook his head. "Nah we're saving that." Hand down, grope-cupping that just-fixed-itself tit in order to work the nipple with a big, coarse thumb. "For now, little Charity just needs to show us all she knows what an evil little cunt she's been." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Big fist reflected in wide eyes in stress-lined face, tears and worse wetting her face. Her head jerked more than nodded, the hurt to her sternum too bad now for proper motions. Nevermind the horse hand around her throat. Her eyes as shaky as the rest of her, flicking to the orb, to the horse again. Trying to turn to look toward the rat, but not daring to do anything that might get the horse to start hitting her again. Another full-body shudder for rough thumb rubbing over her nipple. And a few seconda of shallow, quick breaths. Because the cracking in her ribs meant anything more hurt too much to do. "I-I'm an evil scav witch." Squeaked out more than announced. Shallow breaths and too much hurt meant not enough air for more. "I, I deserve all this." Eyes darting right, left. Before Charity hit on the kind of oratory trick actors used. "I-I killed Poly." Hoarse more than scratchy. And so taught her voice cracked even before the fresh tears. "I killed Poly 'cuz I was lazy and selfish, and, and I was too focused on bu-bunny dick." Her still-pretty-despite-the-swollen-cheek face scrunching up, her expression crumbling into bawling. "And, and it's my fault and I deserve this!" [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Somewhere in Pity's speech, with the beating suspended, the bear found her stilled enough to resume his fucking. Low, rhythmic noises from behind the horse and feel of that fat ursine shaft raking through her. ... But at least the sheer weight of the man pinning her to the sofa actually served to [i]prevent[/i] her getting jounced about too much! Small blessing for Pity's poor ribs. The horse, meanwhile, was sneering at her. And intermittently rocking his hips, working the too-thick shaft had her even more trapped every now and then as well. So intermittently drooling pre to add to everything as she did her best to imagine and say the sort of things the group looming around her wanted to hear. He let her continue just a little longer... and then silenced her by moving from gripping her neck, to cupping her cheek - at an angle that allowed him to casually jam his thumb over the back of Pity's tongue. "You deserve to die, don't you Charity?" continuing to insist on using her real name. Probably entirely on account of just what he was talking about. Nonetheless, he was encouraging her to respond [i]somehow[/i], digit almost in her throat or no. And all the while the steadily building use by that 'nice' bear, almost entirely out of sight. "But you don't [i]want[/i] us to kill you and get our nice, fat bonuses, [i]do[/i] you? Selfish little scav cunt." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Right, the weight of bare horse's ass (and the rest of the horse) on her stomach wasn't helping her get air either. But it [i]did[/i] minimize how much her body bounced enough for her to speak! With only little breaks. And a [i]hlueeck?? Ghhhck![/i] when horse's thumb stuffed itself over her tongue. Only a lifetime of having things violently shoved down her throat keeping her from vomiting even more throat slime and rat semen onto the horse's hand, and her mangled tits. Shaking under him, a moment's brush of teeth against his skin as she went to speak, then nodded instead. But in response to his last cruel sentence, even amid trying to recoil down against the couch, she responded urgently enough for real words instead of raggedy whispers. "Aye dogh! A-ate dogh, I me-[i]hueeckh![/i]" trained gag reflex struggling against frantic efforts to speak in her own defense. Twisting her head around, enough to take the horse's thumb off her tongue just enough to squeal "You can! You can kill me! You, I deserve it!" One wide eye turned back toward him, child shaking all over. "I-I jus' wan' someo' tuh [i]keep[/i] me aftuh!" [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "You all hear that? The little freak wants to be [i]kept[/i]!" which got not a little laughter from the audience. "Going to have to be pretty fucking incredible to keep a damned [i]'yote[/i]," that cat had been helping to hold her had to get a word in eventually! It was at that point that the bear's rhythmic, grunting *use* reached its crescendo, and a moment later Pity was getting to feel another heated splattering of bear cum up inside before the sensation of his [i]scraping[/i] out. Heavy breathing for a long moment. "[i]And[/i] she had the gall to tell you to [i]stop[/i]," bear! Emerging, finally, into view; bemessed cock swaying over Pity's head which the man used a rag looked suspiciously like the remains of Pity's last outfit to wipe himself off. "'Seems to me it's up to you how the selfish little witch gets it, friend." Grin out of the horse. "There's that gallows." Simple enough reply, nodding across the variously, nightmarishly equipped chamber to an upright arrangement of wood. And rope. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] All the defiant anger she'd had all through the challenges had evaporated in the face of grown men actually being present and wanting to hurt her. Her uncle probably could have told them it would, and *he* hadn't even really beaten her ever! That much. So Pity cringed back, or tried, while everybody laughed at the idea of her wanting to live. Couldn't even snap a response at the cat! And a fresh wince amd whimper for the bear's orgasm, his sliding out. 'yote child looking betrayed as he sauntered around and encouraged his coworker. But it was mention of a gallows that finally got her to twist around to try and look. Obvious agony racing through her from the motion, so she cringed and shuddered and clutched at her brutalized torso. But she also looked up at the grown nen looming over her with all the terror of a little girl about to die. As if it was rare for coyote girls to have that face with a an adult man's heavy balls resting on her diaphragm. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Gods look at those [i]eyes[/i]," the cat again, laughing even as he sounded a flicker awed at how powerful a [i]look[/i] Pity had in that moment. But the horse was done with her - for now at any rate - using the hand he still had at her cheek (it clutched a little) as lever to help him tug-[i]slide[/i] the cock she'd been 'giving' a titjob out from between those underage pillows and the bar that trapped all three items together against her chest. 'Wee bit more wrenching of the holes had been worked through her breasts. "Oh don't be too mean. Right now I think cute little Pity thinks we're going to kill her for real," the bear wasn't entirely done being 'nice'! A few quiet words exchanged with the horse, who grinned, and rather than standing up now that he was free of Pity's tits, crouched beside the couch with still-mostly-erect shaft bobbing over her head. "Well that's not fair at all, is it Pity?" using her chosen name again. 'Charity', apparently, was for when they really wanted her afraid for her life. "Here's what we're going to do: you're going to walk yourself - yes, walk, I didn't smash those rape-me legs - up on that gallows. "And since we all like hearing your cute voice, we're going to give you a line to tell everyone how much you hope they enjoy it, and [i]then[/i]... "We'll think about keeping you 'another round." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] They did have her trembling again! At least after the grunted agony noise of her mauled chest being strained [i]again[/i]. Wide frightened eyes flying to the bear, the horse, hands hovering over her mangled breasts and bruising torso. Racing thoughts behind her eyes. This 'round' had clearly already been one of the worst experiences of a life with lots to choose from. But the 'nice' bear had said she had to convince everyone. And she'd only fucked three of them. So she sat up. Or tried, falling back with a grit-toothed [i]sob[/i], fingers skipping over the places her ribs were smashed. If nobody helped, it took her three more tries to sit up properly, pale now and shaking. Staring down at her legs as if she'd realized for the first time how very nice they were. And how much she liked them too. They'd looked great in her ruined red dress and all. Another two efforts before she could get to her feet, wheezing and whimpering. And taking one step, then another, slowly over to the gallows. Naked, beaten and raped child trudging past the group of men enjoying doing it to her, looking around as though she was trying to take them all in amid the calm moment. Almost falling over as she reached the gallows, clutching at inevitably rough-feeling wood. Another look around at the men, before a slow, wincing step [i]up[/i]. And a little agonized noise. And another. And another, until she was standing on the platform. And she only had eyes for the rope, now. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Of course someone smacked her. The kind of casual [i]clap[/i] of a hand that girls like Pity were supposed to just get used to, though whether she took it as the careless 'compliment' molesters would call it in-real *here*, with her smashed ribs and post-choke-raping... If she stumbled, nobody caught her. She'd be lucky if nobody took the chance to sneakily level a kick. But with the group jeering things like, 'Lazy cunt can't even get up to save her life!' or 'Wants it so much she's taking it slow!'... And then there she was, up on the platform, naked and likely beginning to bruise fetchingly even through fur before a crowd of men eager to watch her hang, all framed through the loop of rope dangling in front of her muzzle. The horse had come up to join her. "Remember, if you want to keep playing -" voice slightly sing-song as another of those viewpoint spheres popped into view on the other side of the noose, obscuring a section of the crowd to give potentially thousands more the chance to watch, "Make sure they [i]all[/i] get that you know what's going to happen." Pity, after all, surely mature enough to grasp people getting off to her mental anguish as much as [i]all[/i] the other stuff. "Tell them how much you hope they get off watching it." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And there was the inevitably fetching jiggle of her fat ass (and tits, even mangled as they were!) for the smack. Pity had [i]somehow[/i] never broken a bone before now, but she understood that falling on broken ones would be awful enough that she only stumbled and [i]almost[/i] did, a wrenching noise out of her as she corrected herself before toppling. She'd absolutely hit a boy in school who'd done that. Not so here though, where the look she sent over her shoulder was hooded terror and only a little anger. Up on top of the platform, trembling and clutching her prettily-bruising sides. Her lip trembling as the horse spoke, his presence so close making it all the worse. "I-I, I'm..." scratchy, wounded voice coming out weakly. A pause, a hard swallow, and again, "I'm going to get hanged now. I'm gonna panic and, flick of eyes down at her 'rape-me legs', "and kick and try and scream..." scratchy wounded voice drawing taut as tears welled afresh in her eyes. "A-and I hope everybody gets off watch, watching it." [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] There were a few appreciative sounds from the audience, not a small number of profanities, and - "Anyone would think you [i]knew[/i] this stuff," before big hand was on her rear, groping over it again and jamming big fingers between Pity's legs from behind. Not trying to get inside her, but the hooking grip clearly didn't care if they [i]did[/i]. "What was it? Torture porn? Naughty scav frigging it to the really dark stuff?" He was just talking, really. For all they knew, Pity was just going by the chance she'd had to learn about garrottes from Fifi's untimely exit. Then, very gently, he took the noose and looped it over Pity's head, carefully cinching the knot until it snugged the little girl's throat. "Try not to snap your neck," last bit of cheerful advice before the wooden trap beneath Pity's feet just [i]went[/i]. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Small squeak, and a stumble from the 'yote girl, clamping her thighs together in reflex, though not fast enough to keep big fingers from digging against puffy, recently-abused and still-slick labia. "No I [i]lived it[/i]!" A little willfulness left! Were there professionals in the audience, did anybody have a criticism of how a little girl raped her whole entire life could turn out [i]still[/i] so uppity? But then, stereotypes said coyotes were just Like That. Either way, the rope going over her head shut her neatly up, back to big tearful eyes and trembling. Harder when the rope did that little [i]creak[/i] and scratchy hemp settled against the seat of scratchy voice. And from Pity's perspective it was no warning at all. One second looking up at the horse, the next she [i]dropped[/i]. And despite the fat ass and enormous boobs, despite being the tallest of the children, she [i]still[/i] didn't get the mercy of her neck breaking! Instead she dropped until she [i]caught[/i], pretty legs going wide in a very fuck-me inverted Y, eyes and mouth gawping [i]wide[/i] as her hands flew up to the rope. And then she danced for them. Long legs kicking and wheeling like mad in the air, toes splayed as she wiggled her hips around, jiggling fat butt for the onlookers as all the panicking motion made her swing and rotate. Fingers scraping uselessly at the noose, her hands jerking up to grab at the rope above her head. Only for her badly-broken ribs to defeat any hope of [i]that[/i], and her hands flopped down from the pain of it so it was a little girl doing gymnastics hands at her sides, still kicking her feet, tongue sticking steadily more out of her dark red and still-darkening face as she swayed. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] ".... Man you forgot her [i]paws[/i]," someone even chiding from the audience, amid watching as Pity set about putting on a show inspite of that flicker of freedom. Nonetheless, her failure to capitalise on the oversight meant the horse was able to just watch, while Pity dangled and thrashed and got to see the nice bear gazing up at her from the crowd with a slight smile. "Ah [i]hells[/i]," horse even sounding a bit remorseful, but still giving Pity a few more moments to get good and air-desperate before big hand grabbed at her tail and [i]tugged[/i]. Instant relief, even a moment to get her toes on the edge of the trap had dropped her! "Tell you what," equine shaft hadn't been put away, erection returned almost wholly in the face of a choking tweenager - "Use this chance to be the biggest, fucked-up-est child rape hole and [i]maybe[/i] I'll promise to vote you live right now." Now, with Pity so precipitously balanced, it was the turn of [i]his[/i] shaft to come smacking down on her behind. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] How good was the physics simulation in this moment? Did anybody have a hand on all the many calculations that had to be happening to keep it feeling as real as it did? Simply because - once Pity had her toes on the rough wood again - a proper noose shouldn't have loosened enough to stop crushing her windpipe and blood vessels both. But this one [i]did[/i], letting the little girl GASP a wheezing, not-really-enough breath. And then waste a bunch of it in a raggedy little almost-scream, clutching madly at the rope. And the whole little girl going stiff, not at his instruction - that got darting, panicked eyes and squirming amid trying to keep her footing - but the [i]thump[/i] of horse cock against her fat butt. Tiny jump, frozen like a statue. Terrified, understanding expression looking out over the crowd, unintentionally directly at that orb...and a little, welcoming perk of her butt against the horsecock resting against it. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Of course, it had only rendered Pity's suffering near perfectly so far. But then, it only took one mistake; it had long since become clear that the simulation was taking shortcuts where possible. There was a perk of the horse's hips, too; fat equine cock sliding between cheeks the little it could reach down to... before hands caught Pity's waist, plucked her up, and jammed that big, flared head against Pity's behind. Now she just had to avoid the tendency of her weight to tumble forward against the rope. All while horse worked thick digits against plush little slut butt, aiming to crack her open and snag his flare up under her tail. "Lucky me - 'feels like I get a maidenhead after all." Flare jamming uncomfortably against her already forced-upward tail, even as he presumed to be Pity's first horse. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] UP on tippytoes went Pity! Her mouth opening a little in shock, and her eyes opening a *lot* in shock. Because sure, she'd had things up her asshole a LOT - somewhere there was a video of her uncle [i]trying[/i] to get a baseball bat up in there - but a horse had never been one of those things. So the little girl with the not-little-at-all chest was trembling on the edge of the trapdoor for two reasons! Teary eyes angled back as far as she dared look, lower lip bitten hard....and then her face doing a comical kind of [i]scrunch[/i] when the horse shoved [i]forward[/i], yellow eyes turned straight ahead and a squealing taut noise escaping mostly through the child's nose. Because an asshole that well-trained couldn't [i]not[/i] have even a horsedick cram right into it, even as Pity over balanced and kicked a foot in the air for a moment, hands flailing and hot, velvety asshole CLAMPING down on the flared tip even more. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "[i]F'CK-![/i]" clench-teethed profanity as Pity's ass simultaneously stretched obscenely for the horse cock [i]and[/i] clamped hard enough to affect its shape. May its own had intended to go to town right away, but as was he [i]almost[/i] looked ready to pass out. Arched over the little girl in the noose, fingers gripping hips and butt fit to squash and bruise and hard, harsh breaths beating down on her as he steadied - "Fuck... [i]fuck[/i] you're good -" in a kind of shocked loss of composure, for finding a tweenager scav' bitch could simultaneously be made to open up for his flare [i]and[/i] still grip down on it. "That's it... that's it. Get me off like this and I'm gonna say keep you for [i]sure[/i] -" Finally jerked his hips, squeezing Pity's as he countered his own force, [i]pulled/i] even as he pressed her forward and - oh, there wasn't enough slack to let Pity be shoved forward, that far. Not with a whole horse cock poking out behind her. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And why was he surprised? A little girl who'd been doing anal since before she was old enough to be a real person, had he actually believed that stupid line about a girl's holes going loose with use? Because Pity was teaching him otherwise now, fat butt [i]squeeezing[/i] around flared tip and an inch or so more, even as pretty brown cheeks squashed under big fingers, little girl clutching at the rope 'round her neck and still biting her lip in that goofy scrunch-mouthed expression. Tears trickling down her cheeks, even as she [i]still[/i]tried to ne an accomodating little slut! Not that her awkward wobble of her hips was all that great for him. But the sudden thrust leading into a strangled yip-squenk-CLENCH would be. Heel skidding off the wood just as she planted her other foot. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Of course at the scales involved, the truth of the 'wive's tale' was a bit irrelevant - Pity was either going to be tight or mutilated, and which would be the more lucky was up for debate. And her hands did not matter, either. Not when she was being hiked up by shaft the size of her arm and the rope hadn't slack enough to accommodate. The loop was jamming against her throat no matter [i]what[/i] - until Pity got to enjoy the bizarre sensation of [i]relief[/i] as a horse skewered her behind. Sure, his medial ring was going to be kissing her tail hole at any moment, but every inch she took up that fat butt was another inch [i]not[/i] forcing her neck into the rope! ... 'Just a bit of a shame that in his efforts to drive in all the further, horse leant his weight into upper back and made up a whole chunk of the difference before the next [i]crash[/i] of his hips.. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Hard to say which she was going to end up as, even with camera perspective on her [i]wide[/i]-stretched tailhole. Thick pole of a horse cock shoving in, and [i]in[/i], all while the terrified little girl's tongue lolled out, eyes wide and tearful as she made choking [i]gggueck![/i] noises, still hanging but slower, her other foot skidding just as she re-planted the first...and then a moment's respite! A HEAVED gasp and small sob, clutching at the rope with shaking hands as her face turned from darker red back toward just pink. She might have even almost smiled! If not for the horse's lean forward. The way it made [i]both[/i] her heels skid off the platform, and her eyes bug out again as the rope cinched tight. Long legs kicking like mad again, impaled chest wobbling with the same fervor as she tried to make panicked honking sounds that turned HIGH and then just into wheezing as medial ring nestled up against her cracked-wide hole. Leave it to a horse to be able to fuck a hanging girl without giving her much of any meaningful support! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Rather the opposite - Pity was supporting [i]him[/i], not a small portion of the big male's weight bearing down on her torso even as he tried to fuck [i]up[/i], hot breaths beating down on her head all the while. Any realistic circumstances... well, Pity *might* have dodged anything could kill her right away in that moment, but there was no way there'd be no permanent consequence. ... And speaking permanent consequence. "Fuck, [i]fuck[/i] -" snarling overheard, encouraging jeers and catcalls from the men waiting their turn, hips slamming half-entered pole against pretty ass over and over... It had to give. Equine strength and tiny girl being choked by the same weight was levering her down against the raping, the ring of firm flesh around that pillar of flesh would inevitably, eventually, [i]snap[/i] under her tail and up inside. Then they'd [i]really[/i] get to see. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And Pity lived up to her video star reputation when it did. That sudden-slowing of hammering shaft, the visible little bump in her lower belly. The sudden [i]give[/i], and despite everything the scav bitch managed to make a wheezing little SHRIEK, legs sticking straight OUT in an inverted V, arms jerking out to do the same! Like she meant to try and escape the sudden sensation of a horsecock with no more meaningful barriers to ramming all the way up inside of her. And that little bump in her tummy was going to become *much* more noticeable in a moment if the horse did what any hot-blooded man halfway into a choke tweenager would do. Even with her cracked-wide asshole [i]SQUEEZING[/i] down on him fit to try and cinch his dick off. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Which he absolutely did. Everything in the moment encouraged it - even the supposed goal of keeping Pity from immediately choking out! [i]What[/i] the damage was going to be - or the sounds, for that matter - as child's anal ring was abruptly wrenched best part of an inch wider before the remaining inches extended the obscene lump in her tummy... the horse even tried to bite back the stream of profanity for the feel of it, in hopes they might all get to catch more of the performance! Or perhaps he was just trying to cope with the feel of the selfish little slut trying to keep the entire horse dick for herself. Long moment before shuddering horse had recuperated enough... to start fucking her again. Now that ring was mediating how much of the cock got [i]out[/i]. Assuming the damage wasn't so catastrophic as to no longer matter. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Which of [i]course[/i] it wasn't. This was a little girl who'd been getting raped up the butt basically since she was a [i]baby[/i]! What a little more rearrangement of her guts now? Or maybe not so little? The way that bump in her tummy turned into a [i]bulge[/i] now and again, the child back to flail-kicking her legs hard enough it wiggled her hips back and forth, fucking herself a little on the thick pole! And keeping all her weight on her own neck like an idiot, which meant her face was passing from dark red to a purple, tongue lolling around and amber eyes bugging while fingers clawed uselessly at the rope, wheezy little [i]hueeenck! hUeeEEeencgghk![/i] sounds! All while the horse got to have the experience of stabbing up into the guts of an exceptionally-experienced anal whore, squashing them this way and that as she wiggled that fat ass a bit up and down on his dick, albeit independently of his own thrusting. Tears pouring out of her bulging eyes, body only just starting to spasm. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] He shifted a little. A small blessing. Went from an endless weight on her visibly straining, almost stretching neck, to gripping the panicking, purpling little bitch about her hips and [i]working[/i] her. The thrusts were still there - all the more vicious, even - but while he had to balance a little to make the effort, nonetheless those big hands digging into Pity's hips were wrenching her up and down. He was keeping that promise about letting her buy time with further anal rape! In flicker moments to snatch at air as he lifted her, before the next time his cock slammed into her diaphragm (from below, this time!) and drove it back out all over again. There it was again, the clench-teethed shouted, "Fuck, fuck, [i]fuck[/i]-" of a horse coring an underage 'yote cub and getting closer and closer to his peak. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Now, Pity was a very professional slut. MUCH more experience than most. But this was a bit outside even her wheelhouse. Especially when the horse's gripping her hips and taking to [i]working[/i] her up and down so violently afforded just a little bit of respite. Sagging-open mouth sucking in wheeze after wheeze, eyes darting as her hands flopped uselessly at the rope: broken ribs and the impact of bodies meeting meant she was never going to get any strength in her fingers to grip it. And their bodies [i]were[/i] [b]meeting[/b]. One good tug down and fat scav ass [i]PLAPPED[/i] against horse hips! And kept PLAPPING as thready little attempted screams came out of 'yote face. But she was getting SOME air! Enough at least for the funny hitch and [i]gurgle[/i] when horse shaft only bulged her tummy a little, angling up, and the child's cheeks bulged before clear slime came squirting out of her mouth, nose. Legs no longer flailing so much as hitching up whorelike, thighs framing flopping horse balls as the shaft kept pounding her guts. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] It kept up for so long that the jeering was starting to sound almost impatient! The obscene sounds of raped tweenager stuck between getting impaled and strung up. At least the spewing up of fluids got a fresh round of jeers before finally, [i]finally[/i], down slammed the horse's hands and Pity's hips along with. It was the most vicious thrust yet, audibly so - had anything [i]else[/i] given? There was the obscene, almost cartoonish lump of his flare, almost detailed under Pity's taut skin and fur and so very nearly between her outsized young tits... And then the sudden [i]bloat[/i] as the horse came. Crushed guts suddenly forced to expand as it sprayed up inside of her and the horse made a noise would have far better fit a wolf or something like. Something else that Pity could give a comparison against past fucks! [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] She probably could have given him a number rating, like a sporting event! If her neck wasn't stretching [i]again[/i] with being SLAMMED down so. Sharp [i]wobble[/i] of her absurdly oversized chest, jiggle of scav ass cheeks. That moment of horse cock almost visible through her skin. And really, for all Pity was a very well-trained slut, that was [i]not[/i] supposed to happen. Maybe if any of the game's safeties had been in place, she could have been okay? But here and now she'd had her guts literally rearranged by the rod stabbing in and out of them. There'd have been irreparable damage even before the sudden GUSH! Bloating her taut belly, making twitching eyeballs bug out once more as her cheeks bulged, and...well [i]that[/i] wasn't supposed to happen either, the way slime AND semen [i]splurted[/i] in jets from her nose, poured out of her mouth. It wasn't a [i]unique[/i] way to rape a coyote girl to death - there were whole books about it! - but it certainly was an impressive one, bulging amber eyes rolling backward and her obscenely curvy little body [i]shuddering[/i] twitching fingers and toes in crooked ways. Obviously terminally injured, but sexy tween's idiot body taking forever to realize that. Which meant the horse got [i]squeezed[/i] through every little splurt of his orgasm, and even after, twitching dying coyote child shuddering around it for a good minute more before she finally flopped still. Hideous expression on her face, eyes like they'd tried to escape and face bloated with strangling, tongue hanging out. And dripping semen down her front. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Did Pity catch the distant '[i]fuck[/i] yes' to go with the last sensations of a horse cock [i]sliiide[/i] wrenching its way back out of her wrecked guts - and all the horrible sounds that [i]that[/i] entailed? Before the dark closed in, that is. So that was it. They'd killed her. And there'd been all those promises from the 'nice' bear - Lurching back to light and life, on her back on a bale of hay, rocking back and forth with absurd tits bouncing to the beat of a scruffily gray-furred rabbit guy's fucking her into the straw, [i]might[/i] be a bit unexpected! [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And she made quite the picture again! Obscene fat funbags [i]flopping[/i] up and down with the momentum, barely in sync now that the bar was gone. Pretty legs presumably hiked up for the best leverage for the nice man cramming his cock into her slippery, experienced hole. A [i]gasp[/i] from Pity, eyes flying 'round. And then her hands flying to her neck. And only after she'd determined the rope wasn't there anymore did the SCREAMING start. Predictable, probably? This had been her reaction the [i]last[/i] time someone murdered her mid-coitus. Thrashing around beneath the rabbit man, kicking her feet again, trying to batter at him with her arms and fists. Nothing coherent to go with the screeching, but certainly vigorous about the whole thing! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Ah, fuck!" nothing exultant about the word, this time. Just a bit startled, annoyed, and then tumbling into laughter as his hands grabbed and fended at hers and, "Slut's awake!" Before a quick vicious [i]punch[/i] at Pity's side. Almost a relief! No agony of broken ribs. Just the winded sensation before the rabbit tried again to get her good and held down, and began fucking at her in earnest. And a "Hurry it [i]up[/i] we're basically all set here," from somewhere above/behind Pity's head. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Probably lucky she wasn't feline, or some of that clawing with her fingers would have done real damage! Instead there came the [i]yip-whuf![/i] as the fist thudded into her side, driving air out of her so it was easier to grab the twelve-year-old's arms and pin them down properly. Her legs sagging to the side and slippery hole relaxing enough for the man to really get in and out of there. A wrenching, breathless [i]sob[/i] out of the child. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The rabbit was clearly going for a 'quickie'; between people yelling at him to hurry, Pity's own talent for getting men off, and rabbits' tendency toward repetition over duration? There was the f-word again, grunted as he got her arms good and pinned.. before the fucking turned into one deep [i]thrust[/i] that pressed his balls against her cute, fat butt. Kept them there for Pity to feel them repeatedly lift ever so slightly, along with the short jerks of his hips, the twitches inside her clutching, immature pussy... The not unappreciable amount of wet, thick heat splattering up inside of her. A long moment, a shudder... then finally out [i]slid[/i] the rabbit, tapering cock bouncing free. By which point the should-have-been-kind-of-cute lapine man had recovered enough to switch one hand to Pity's hair, yank, and [i]twist[/i]. Abused, oversized tits scraped over abrasive hay, the arm he still had hold of twisted into her back and oh look a big wooden stake. With wood piled up around its base. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] A [i]whine[/i] as he came in her. For an experience more deeply familiar than many other sensations in her life, it was remarkable how it never stopped being awful. She'd [i]liked[/i] when Daniel was in there. A small squeal, and up she went because of course she did, breasts skidding along the hay and leaving pale straws of it plastered all over her back, along one of the bouncing globes. And then she saw the stake, took a second to understand. And gasped. And amid fresh tears, "B-but you [i]already[/i] killed me!" [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The laughter was immediate, raucous - and earned Pity a donkey punch from the rabbit even as he merely had his semi-hard cock pressed beneath her tail. At least that meant he stopped pulling her hair. "'Shame it didn't fucking [i]take[/i] jeered from one of the assembled, who clearly just finished getting Pity's pyre nice and ready for her. Half-nelson'ed arm used to jerk her up off the bale, then as a lever for shoving the curvy little girl up toward her bonfire. Someone else, a jackal funnily enough, ready to grab her free wrist and help yank her sharply up against the post. Funny way to tie a girl you're planning to burn! Tits squished either side of the wood though, good and fetching, all while wrists were bound of the other side. A big hand from somewhere in between Pity's shoulders to shove her downward, bend her over with hanging tits sway-scraping several bits of propped up firewood. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] She likely would have had something to say about the response - the 'that's not fair' that was the endless refrain of the abused, at least! - but then the *thud* against the back of her skull made her eyes cross and roll up and her mouth sag stupid for a second. So Pity was easy to haul up and force-march over, even as she dizzily tried to dig in her heels to stop it. A little sobbed out "No!" as they pushed her up, and the very pretty image of her breasts squashed to either side of the post while her wrists were tied, before she was bent over to have those same globes hanging pendulous beneath her, fat butt pointed out at the crowd (and no doubt several cameras). And her sex leaking white down her thighs. "Wh, what? What're - " Frightened yellow eyes focusing enough to look around. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] She didn't get and answer to her confusion - apparently a preteen scav' still had wits enough to realize when her upcoming murder wasn't going quite as she'd expect! "Damned shame nobody else wanted this place for their fun. You know the best part? Nobody gave a shit about anachronism." Glance at the speaker would put paid to any thoughts about confusing arrangements or even what he was going on about - that cat from before, this time what looked like a clumsily thick-bodied handgun with a yellow paint-job and a spike instead of a barrel. Which he wasted no time in lining up while his free hand grabbed for a nipple and *yanked* Pity's tit up, forward, and alongside the stake once again. The hydraulic [i]SHNK[/i] heralded the repeat of Pity's first experience with tit-piercing, and served to make sure she'd not need to be held bent down anymore. Even before the cat went for the other tit. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] She [i]had[/i] looked at the jackal for a brief moment with a profound sense of betrayal. Maybe not *too* much, since her particular rapist was a coyote too, but HE didn't throw around racist epithets all that much. The cat just got a frightened look. And then a horrified one as he came close, grabbed her breast, and she understood just in time to- "H-hey no no NONONONOOAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!" Scratchy-voiced scav could still [i]scream[/i] as it happened! Oversize funbag dented in around the spike, *very* firmly held in place even as the girl tried to thrash, bring a leg around to kick at the cat, panicked shrieking and all and the inevitable pitched back up [i]SCREECH[/i] when the next SHNK nailed her other breast to the wood. [i]HOWLING[/i] her sobs now, shuddering with her nails digging at the wood. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] There was a murmur around her as the girl screeched, howled, sobbed over this new impalement of her gifted chest. Mostly laughter, a few jeers, just a couple of [i]faintly[/i] sympathetic noises as if having just witnessed some unfortunate stub her toe. The tabby really had done a good job, though. At a glance, it looked almost like a single bar had been driven through; tits and stake and all! But Pity was allowed her moment of wailing in agony - still no blood to stain the stake behind her crushed tits? And the way her nipples had been yanked into service as handles meant they were poking straight forward either side of the post, too! She could probably be forgiven for taking a moment to notice the new, hollow, [i]clop, clop, clop[/i] noise could only be that of multiple hooves on the torture chamber's rough-stone floor. Another horse guy besides her second-last rapist? How long until Pity could manage to glance back at the slightly squat, quadrupedal creature being lined up with great care behind her, using a thick, black, cable-like rope? Because there'd be no blaming her new friends for being careful with a donkey that looked more as if it were black-grey skin and bones assembled around a fire. One that was lazily crackling up and out at neck, fetlocks, and tail in place of the usual equine accoutrements. The inevitable [i]snort[/i] of heat and sparks, should their eyes meet. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] She took her moment of wailing too! She'd earned it, having her breasts stabbed through twice in one...day? However long it had been, and it felt very long. Dark nipples stuck still and stiff out while the rest of her trembled, but she couldn't [i]not[/i] try and look back at the sound of [i]clop, clop clop[/i]. Having your guts raped to bits by something equine would do that to a girl! So it wasn't too long until she wrenched her chest trying to twist around, squealed, sniffled, twisted just her head so....and her eyes got [i]big[/i]. Not that she had anything to add immediately! Mouth gaping open and eyes reflecting the burning parts of the donkey as they led it forward, lined it up. That snort of sparks and heat making her [i]squeak[/i] and...ah, there it was, thighs clamped together and the girl shrinking against the post as tears started again. Shaking her head slowly, but still not able to muster words. Forced donkey shows with scavs [i]were[/i] a historical tradition, but this new spin they'd found to put on it had shocked this particular scav to silence! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Isn't he great?" the fairly large, bovine male laughing as he took a moment to consider, probably thinking how best to arrange this reimagining of an old and proud tradition. "See, they've got this poll running since you didn't get a proper pred, and they need a way to get [i]some[/i] of those rich bastards to care about [i]another[/i] scav-snuff vid," casually explained, as black-grey forelegs were encouraged to line up either side of Pity's shoulders. Already it would feel like being sat too close to a stove. "And of [i]course[/i] one of them wanted a preteen scav donkey-fuck. Then someone wanted the burning and, you know, someone up there must like you 'cause they made [i]this[/i] mob for you especially!" There might be something almost silly about so distinct a [i]schlorp[/i] noise as the animal's long, equine shaft [i]slid[/i] into view, unnaturally fast. And then slapped down along Pity's spine like a semi-rigid tube overfilled with boiling water. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Pretty coyote girl had already started hyperventilating when the forelegs thumped down to either side of her shoulders. Shaking hard in place, but every attempt to squirm this way or that was defeated handily by the slightest [i]stretch[/i] of nailed-in-place breasts. Tears already rolling down her cheeks, and possibly the whole child starting to sweat? Eyes wrenched to the bovine man so cheerfully explaining this latest horror to her. And then the [i]plap[/i] of hybrid equine shaft dropped down across her back, little jiggle from her fat butt that, from above, kind of made an inverted heart-shape! And then the new [i]Shriek[/i]! To go with the sensation of being burned all up along her back like that. An attempt to jerk herself downward that her nailed breasts once again defeated, which just meant a more ragged, panicked SCREAM from the girl, thrashing the little she could from side to side which really just amounted to wiggling in place. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Not to mention just how uncomfortably hot might be any bump against the impromptu cage those forelegs were making! More laughter as Pity panicked, only hurt herself further. The outside of that equine cock - a little more slender-looking than her last horse dick! - was not [i]quite[/i] hot enough for anything to start to cook, but this was absolutely the point any caring adult would have been rushing to pour cold water over the scald. What Pity got [i]instead[/i] was a crowing, "I think she likes it!", more laughter, at least one quip of, "Of course the little slut loves it!" ... and then a little encouragement of the donkey to take a step back. Just enough to make the semi-hard shaft [i]slide[/i] down her back, along the crack of that fat butt, and then flop down to splash the backs of her legs with a couple of splatters of boiling pre-hellcum. "Now you just be a good little scav donkey-whore -" casual as you like, for his own part using a part of big, [i]thick[/i] gloves like those of a blacksmith to lift the donkey's flattened cocktip until it could smear only-slightly-less-scalding fluid against fetchingly squishy cunt lips. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] So the [i]sobbing[/i] anew couldn't be unexpected! And that just from the long shaft laying against her, nevermind the [i]shriek[/i] when the boiling liquid splashed her thighs. It did help though! Help the scene, not her: the way her legs jerked and then twisted around trying to escape the scalding, which parted them just enough that, if hands were quick and firm, they could keep the child squatting whorishly in front of that long shaft. Certainly long enough to aim hell-donkey's cock at her pretty, puffy cunt. Press the flared tip up against soft lips and get a [i]screech[/i] out of Pity, going up on tiptoes to try and escape the sensation of having her labia all but branded. Someone might want to snag her built-in handle to keep her in place? Or maybe gag her, since the girl was panic-babbling [i]rapidly[/i], to the tune of "NoNoNoNOnOnoStoppit, don't, puh-please don't don't don't STOP STOP STOPPIT STOP!" [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] And they did! Act quick, that is, cock and pussy squishing together, complete with a brief little puff of steam. The donkey's moment loomed, even as Pity tried to yank-squirm herself away from the not-branding of her reddening little cunt - And then it didn't come. Sure, she'd have to hold that absurd, deeply child-inappropriate posture to avoid suffering another pseudo-burn, but nobody was forcing her back. Instead the donkey seemed to be paused, the bull stepping around in front to kneel beside the bent-over, nailed-tit'ed coyote girl and, "'You want my vote to keep you, right?" Weirdly kind voice, anything but kind expression. He leant a bit nearer, spoke low once he was sure he had [i]enough[/i] of the panicky little tween's attention - dodging the sound pickup, perhaps. Or trying to. "[i]Say super-loud how much that stupid little bunny bitch should be the one getting cooked and fucked and murdered. Say it[/i] to [i]the little brat.[/i]" No doubt even if he hadn't spoken quiet, the sound would be cut out in an attempt to make Pity sound genuine, should she acquiesce. Helpfully, a viewpoint orb had [i]blipped[/i] into visibility in front of her, ready to be spoken into. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Certainly got her attention! One would think after a lifetime of being lied to by rapists - okay, [i]one[/i] rapist - Pity would be less susceptible to questionable assurances from adults with erections. Eyes staring wide at him, mouth open in that frightened little 'o'. Not [i]too[/i] different from the expression she'd had seconds before though, squatting obscenely and [i]yipping[/i] at just the little brush of flared head against puffy, sensitive folds. That little [i]hiss[/i] of too-hot liquid touching tweenaged skin and all. It took just a few seconds of near-panicked thinking. "Thuh, this is wrong! It, you sh...Bunnies 're the ones who should be stuck on a big long spit and cooked and eaten! Y-you should be doing this to Danny not me!" Eyes scrunched shut against the words even with the camera hovering in her face. Ah, but that wasn't what he'd told her to do. Eyes open, frantic still, and "Y-you hear Danny? They, they should be cooking [i]YOU[/i] instead! I-it's what bunny boys're for!" Tearful-eyed still. But then, she [i]had[/i] told him not to watch. Or listen. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] There were a fair few in the audience would be ready to vigorously argue that Pity was at her most gullible [i]because[/i] of the erections. Still, her immediate audience were quiet in the moment, the horror temporarily paused while Pity was a good girl and put Daniel in his place. Well, mostly. One gloved hand [i]did[/i] take the chance to rest on Pity's butt while she spoke, gifted behind visible behind her head thanks to clever positioning of the viewpoint. And the size of her butt. Cursory squeezing, molestation... it probably was [i]as[/i] bad as distinct fingers digging and massaging, but those protective gloves were course, and scratchy - Tiny pause, then on an afterthought, "Tell him even a dirty scav like you deserves it less than he does." It was a last moment addition, and one Pity might or might not be wound up enough to follow... but either brief wait and disappointment, or obedience, got Pity a cursory, "Good scav," either way. Followed by a cloth-dulled [i]smack[/i], a too-low-pitched, angry braying from above Pity's head... and the immediate plunge of the hell donkey's rear to send boiling pre-spewing equine cock [i]plowing[/i] up inside the little girl for the second time in her life. It was a proper monster, after all. Any resistance to the creature's bucking hips was there more for effect than genuine lack of bucking power. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] She bit her lip after speaking, thanks to that groping hand. Legs trembling where she squatted still, a different shake than the one running all through her. Even that was cute, teeth set into the corner of it and eyes staring at the camera orb like she could see Daniel through it. The last added bit had them wrenching to the bovine man though, and oop! Looked like they found even a line the terrified, already-once-murdered little girl couldn't readily cross! Though she did [i]start[/i] to try, by the time the 'good scav' came out! Then the smack. And a moment's look of shock as her silly scav brain caught up to remembering she wasn't arguing to [i]not[/i] be raped to death by a hell-donkey. Just to be kept. That no-doubt satisfying [i]hiss[/i] of skin (and semen) sizzling against the shaft as it [i]plunged[/i] up inside of extremely-well-used coyote cunt! [i]Loud[/i] enough that even with the [b]SCREECH[/b] that came out of Pity from the other end, it would still be audible! And surely there was a camera to capture the steam coming out of her too! She'd never been burned before, after all! Not like this, with something hot enough to scald skin and worse crammed deep as it felt like going into her most sensitive orifice. And the [i]face[/i] she made! [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] There was a(n in)famous picture from colonial days. Some no-name town that couldn't be identified, partly from how generic every part of it was and partly because the focus was so strongly on the foreground of the image. The background had a coyote woman being held by two men, one feline and one an unclear species, the latter mid-laugh while the woman made a panicked, screaming expression toward the foreground. The [i]foreground[/i] had a clearly-teenaged coyote girl, tied to a hitching fence. With a feral donkey loomed up behind her, hooves thumped onto the fence bars, hips almost flush with the curvy teenaged ass revealed by how high her dress was hiked up. And the girl was making the same expression as Pity! Eyes scrunched and staring in agony, mouth wide with the corners wrenched down, lower lip curled up in an almost cartoon caricature of horror and pain and grief. Maybe that [i]was[/i] just the face t(w)eenaged scavs made with donkey dicks up in them? [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] If anyone was ever in a position to be [i]threatened[/i] as such, in her former life, it was Pity... but perhaps even for her, this moment was a bit too niche to be threatened with in everyday specist abuse. No matter how many examples there might be of historically scapegoated coyote girls meeting not [i]completely[/i] dissimilar fates. Just, never so-combined. Worse, like certain plants Pity had encountered in her recent adventures, her new partner was a monster; something made up by the game. The usual rules that made her rapists work themselves slowly deeper with every thrust didn't apply, and instead of repeated, ever more complete thrusts, it only took the hellish donkey one motion to core Pity's cunt straight down to her womb. Her whole birth canal suddenly alight with heat, and at the very tip where cervix had somehow made a temporary pause... Well there was no mitigating the flash of searing heat as that blunt shaft crammed against Pity's deepest. What should have been her deepest. Long moment of scalding inside, and then the animal [i]bucked[/i], bucked again, slamming and splattering boiling pre-in ever greater amounts against her womb. "Holy fuck lookit that [i]face[/i] the little freak really does want it!" someone shouting, before the several splatters of pre- could be scraped out by the donkey's own cock amid its frantic bucking and... What would come first? Pity's deepest giving up the ghost? Or the realization that a splatter of the clear, boiling fluid had somehow caused kindling that had been scratching at Pity's footpaws first to smoke, and then shortly after, catch light? [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] It turned out, if you crammed a rigid, skin-searingly hot rod up inside of a coyote girl's vagina though, she did pretty mad things! Maybe a shame there likely was no way to get a camera view of the inside of Pity's vagina, the way bright pink was rapidly turning red, the way her cervix in particularly immediately seared an [i]angry[/i] red color, then began to sizzle, sensitive skin bubbling as the worse-than-boiling liquid splattered out against it, traced sizzling lines down her birth canal as it filled her up to splatter out. Pity's voice pitching UP at the first [i]buck[/i], then up HIGHER until it cracked and turned to silence, child's face [i]wrenching[/i] into the kind of expression that made lines that would never go away. Not that she was a good little slut about holding still for it all! Funny she'd throated a rat earlier, given stereotypes about that species. 'How do you get a rat to chew through anything?' 'Light a fire under their ass. Literally'. A callback to what the feral versions would do, if stuck in a container heating at one end and the open end pressed to a person. In the case of a fucked-since-she-was-a-baby [i]coyote[/i] however, she lost all regard for her outsized funbags where they were nailed to the post! Strong gymnast legs [i]shoved[/i] against the wood beneath her and she wrenched herself SO hard that fat funbags [i]tore[/i] around the nails. Not entirely off, not just from that, but there was certainly blood [i]now[/i]. Oh, and she found her voice again! Around the time her cervix was bubbling like much of the rest of the inside of her vagina - and the outside around that shaft too - a sucked-in breath and [b]SCREECH[/b] as she began [i]THRASHING[/i] where she was tied. Nearly tore her funbags clear of the post even! Before thre wasn't enough of her cervix [i]left[/i] to keep that slamming rod out, and the ruined skin and muscle [i]gave[/i], cutting her next noise off in a [b]GRUNT[/b]. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] New stupid expression on trauma-lined face, her teeth finding her lip again and biting fit to draw blood as she got a [i]bulge[/i] in her lower tummy all over. The next [i]scream[/i] clawing its way out up from her throat and through her teeth anyway. Seemingly not even aware of the fire that had to be rapidly spreading! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Not in real-time... but in a later, edited version, where they could use Pity's stolen character data to reconstruct such contributions? And of course the nightmare-mule obviously care very little for flames were beginning to take. The bull that had played so key a role in arranging this whole horror gave one last [i]smack[/i] of coarse-mittened hand to Pity's behind as it bounced to every thrust of donkey shaft, chuckled a, "That's my cue," Several steps back, to watch as the burning donkey began raping Pity in even [i]truer[/i] earnest whilst proper flames began to lick about her feet, spreading through the kindling below where she was bent. How long until distracted rape let her notice there were actual flames now, and curls of smoke rising from between the much larger lengths of firewood? Pity's tearing breasts got their own little chorus of appreciative noises, but really everyone was much too engaged with watching the other end of the little girl, where even donkey-strength was failing to drive home those last couple of inches. Turns out rumors or no, scav' girls did not just stretch arbitrarily, nor especially their wombs! Scalding splat after scalding splat... again, how much more could she take? Even the noises were especially obscene; apparently scouring seminal fluid and conflagrating pyres really did lend something meaningful to the traditional scav' donkey fuck! [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Fetching jiggle of fat 'yote ass! A little punctuation to the pitchy [i]HOWLING[/i] sob noises she was making. Literal proper canine HOWLING in between the [i]grunt[/i] sound of worse-than-a-branding-iron being rammed up into her womb over and over. And all that boiling hell-pre had to be filling up [i]that[/i] space too, so Pity was also getting to experience the [i]slosh[/i] of it inside! While everyone else was getting to experience the view of whorish-squatting scav' child screech-howl-[b]grunting[/b] for every sawing [i]thrust[/i] in and out of her. Puffy labia vicious red and bubbling with the constant squirt and splatter of fluid, constant ongoing [i]sizzle[/i] noise of the child's skin cooking away. The comparison to meat left too long on a hot pan continued by the parts of her vagina coming [i]out[/i] of her, stuck to the pistoning donkey-cock before all that boiling fluid dropped them down to the ever-more-aflame pyre. Still, Pity's panicked thrashing *did* tear her tits off before she noticed! Fat funbags [i]ripped[/i] free from where they were nailed in place, which only amounted to the child getting [b]banged[/b] against the sturdy post even harder. A THUD of her face off it, dizzying her and shutting her up for a second...and then a cute little yelp! Finally noticing what else was happening as fire licked at her feet. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] So there was probably a little swell, there. Lack of cartoonish stretching, sure, but there was only so much boiling fluid could escape from the wailing cub. "... Fuck, she's not gonna drop before the burning, is she?" someone commenting, 'midst watching the gory signs of internal damage apeared with every thrust. "Nah see, that's the other awesome bit; they wrote it all so this'll balance out!" While Pity was pistoned in and out of, and where things inside wouldn't rip, her torso was indeed slamming against the stake, her face as well... wrecked tits splattering whatever they might care to, too, and Pity got to feel the looming implication of a donkey-gasm. I lieu of things inside accommodating further - one way or another - the donkey seemed to be trying to use the thick wooden post to lever Pity downward. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And they'd programmed in good wood for burning little girls on, clearly. Since the flames that had just singed her feet only took two or three womb-scorching donkey-thrusts to bloom up and lick past her shins. And scav' slut had something [i]new[/i] to scream about! Namely the way her fur ignited and that bright orange line ate its way rapidly up her legs, burning fur away and exposing rapidly-reddening-to-roasting skin beneath. Another [b]thud[/b] of her skull off the post to break up the noise she was making, and she could hardly [i]not[/i] be bent in the direction the donkey wanted her to go! Fat butt jiggling with each [b]thud[/b] of searing shaft up into her, splatters of hissing liquid escaping sizzling, blackening 'yote cunt. She sure snapped back to it when the flames licked at her mutilated breasts though! Scorching the fur off immediately, flash-burning all across wobbly skin, setting poor girl's blood to boiling as her ragged voice made another [i]YEEK[/i] and she tried to wrench herself up! Remarkable effort really! Even if all it did was get the donkey to ram another inch or so inside, bulge her tummy a bit further and get another stupid-fucked face out of the girl, cheeks bulging a moment like she was threatening to throw up all the nothing in her stomach. And [i]then[/i] her hair caught fire. Compared to the rest of her, it was so fast. Even with the flames building hire, tickling fur away from her stomach in rapidly-more-ugly patches, roasting flopping funbags red and worse. *that* was was caught her. Just the trailing edge of brown catching and curling against the tips of the flames. And then the fire had caught in it, and was racing up. And Pity's [i]screeching[/i] became much less dying girl and much more dying feral animal, eyes rolled back to her head all ablaze, a mane of fire to compliment the donkey's own detailing! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] It likely came as a surprise to no-one that the donkey was not only unconcerned with anything but its prize, but also entirely immune to the flames had already begun consuming its victim. Noises were being made in the group about bets. "Fucking hells it's like she's [i]from[/i] a porno!" hard to tell why that comment, but that idiot slut face must have had some roll even as the fire wreathed it by taking the screaming little girl's hair. Plus the whole display of her breasts catching, starting to cook. It might not have been so dramatic had they not already been practically bisected by ripping free of the spikes had pinned them, but opened up like that? A few actually looked uncomfortable. Not so much with the smell itself so much as the things it reminded one of that [i]didn't[/i] involve burning one of the lower order's kids to death. 'Midst all of this the donkey never stopped, though. If anything, it got worse, more vicious. Like it was [i]trying[/i] to rip through things it ought not, just for that satisfaction of going balls-deep in a pretend tweenage witch. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And five or so vicious thrusts later, something finally gave! A triumphant [i]PLAP[/i] of donkey hips against fat preteen butt, as donkey dick buried itself fully into burned-black little hole! The [i]HUEEEEGNCK! HEEEEEEEEEUUGNCK![/i] that came out of the child for it even let everybody know she was still quite aware and involved with her rape! Even as her belly bulged in a way almost as obscene as that deep squat she was still doing. Deeper now for the angle! Even as the flames on her hair and below her engulfed her face, searing away soft fur and rapidly blackening skin. Probably no audible [i]slosh[/i] from her belly, given all the other sounds, but then again that bulge was just a bit higher than wombs were supposed to go without a baby involved... [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Nor did the donkey seem inclined to [i]stop[/i]. Someone commenting on 'haunting dreams' as Pity made noises couldn't really be credited to something intelligent, and all the while it thrust and thrust and that bulge was... it wasn't exaclty getting bigger anymore, not with the entire shaft stabbed up her. But the damage being done inside, and the sheer vigor? Maybe it wouldn't only be Pity's womb that broke. And how long until the fire started to break things, too? Figurative, perhaps, but burn enough of a coyote child's shoulder and having it slammed over and over against a hard wooden stake [i]would[/i] start smashing it ever worse. "Hey, Charity!" bull! having come around in front, cupping big hands to yell at her more directly. "Don't worry! I'm totally going to vote we keep you! 'Least for a few rounds of kits!" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] [i]HUEEEEEEGNCK![/i] [b]HUEEE-EEE-EE-EGGNNCK![/b] One amber eye burst. The other HUGE and staring at the bovine man in her blackening face, as skin sloughed off the empty-socket side. Flames wrapping all around her torso, scorching flopping breasts to frizzled black bulges, bubbling skin on her back, and after another three THUDS one shoulder [i]did[/i] give with an audible [i]crack[/i], just different enough from the crackle of the firewood to be identifiable! Along with the way it suddenly sat at the wrong angle on the girl's body, tilted her to the side. Fat jiggling butt still [i]somehow[/i] spared, rippling cheeks that pretty soft gray even as the fire licked up over them, the burning finally spreading from charred vagina upward. Maybe scav' girls really [i]weren't[/i] meant for equine cocks, no matter what porn said? Because her charred-black cheeks did bulge just a bit, before she barfed SOME kind of slime and liquid out of her mouth, hissing steam against the roaring pyre. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Fairly soon the binds would be the only things keeping Pity from tumbling facefirst into the body of the pyre, and the heart of the fire that had already basically killed her anyway. One other thing coyote girls weren't made for? Being on fire. The slamming rape hadn't averted in the least, charred black flesh revealed by scorched away fur repeatedly being fucked and bashed away to reveal new, horrible [i]red[/i] - Everything seemed to happen at once. The bray of the burning donkey, low and horrible. The [i]pulse[/i] of its cock and the way that practically tore new damage up inside, thanks to all the harm done already. The explosion of still-hotter animal sperm into Pity's wrecked insides, scouring down passage and through smashed cervix to pool and weigh and... burn? Pity probably couldn't hold her head up anymore. But that was just fine when everyone was hoping she'd see the moment her, burned, stretched upper tummy split over the jackhammering cock head. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Even burned into a disgusting charcoal husk (except for her ass), Pity [i]did[/i] take a cumshot well. And so maybe it was the programmers working their magic behind the scenes! Or maybe it was just something quintessentially pity, with her porn-starlet-since-infancy 'skills'. But a few more [i]cracks[/i] of her skull against the post did bend her over so that her face (or what was left of it) was aimed backward. Seeing heavy donkey balls SLAP SLAP SLAP against her thighs, the bulge of her belly in ways even a huge object up inside her shouldn't do if it was being restricted by organs instead of going through them. The orgasm, and charcoaled belly couldn't expand [i]that[/i] much, with all it had been through. But it did still [i]bulge[/i] out into a good approximation of several months of pregnancy before the wet, crackling [i]BLORSH[/i] of it bursting. Splattering scalding hell-semen and bits of scav girl guts all over the pyre, and giving Pity's remaining eye a [i]very[/i] good view of the whole thing! [i]HU-HuEEEEEEEEE[b]EEEEEEENGHCK!!![/b][/i] Including when her improbably-still-clenching hole milked another [i]spurt[/i] out of the rigid shaft, that jetted right into her face, burst her other eye. The flames finally swallowed up that fat jiggling butt. And it STILL took Pity another quarter minute to die! With a shudder and curl up, impaled in place on donkey dick, and a last mewling whimper. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The explosion of gore and fluids from the poor cub's torso might even have doused the fire, had it happened earlier. More a curiosity than something would have saved her, but either way, it had taken [i]far[/i] too well by that point for a splattering little girl to put it out. Orgasm done however, the donkey finally, [i]finally[/i] went away, dissolving into the flames and giving Pity a split second longer of whorish forced squat... before she was free to tumble into the flames and finish being cooked. This time when Pity's consciousness snapped back, agony of fire at the forefront of her memory but once again physically whole? She wasn't being raped. In fact, nobody was doing [i]anything[/i] to her. Oh, her wrists were still bound, a long rope running from them to an eyelet in the floor, but the group seemed to be busy talking amongst themselves and largely ignoring the 'yote girl abandoned on the chamber floor! [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Leave it to Pity to immediately make herself hard to ignore. The [i]gasp[/i] came first, and then her silly little head clearly didn't immediately catch up to the fact she was no longer on fire. Maybe it was the fault of the rope still binding her wrists? Either way there was a [i]SHRIEK[/i] from the girl and an attempt to [i]lunge[/i] away from where she was...kneeling? Positioned? Which would mean the inevitable [i]yip[/i] of coming up short and falling over herself. Scrambling at the floor for several seconds, wrenching at her arms fit to risk hurting herself again, before she realized the absence of fire, or hell-donkeys. But the presence of men, and them not immediately on top of her. It didn't [i]calm[/i] the twice-murdered child, of course. Just meant she took to hyperventilating the second anyone actually noticed and moved toward her. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Really it was as if she had just been dumped, left there like a dog in a yard but for the stone floor and the arrayed implements of cub torture. It was the [i]yip[/i] got their attention. Someone glanced, made an, 'Ahp!' noise clearly intended to get the others' attention, then, "Scav's up." And the group did indeed wander her way! Discussion temporarily abandoned in favor of unhurriedly driving Pity to the limit of her leash and cornering her with the same. "Sleep well, slut?" that grinning cat again, with a glance over her naked body as if he [i]hadn't[/i] had all the time in the world to ogle it. "'Dream of any nice, big horse dicks?" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Hyperventilating, [i]very[/i] frightened coyote girl scrabbling to the utmost edge of what the rope would let her. And even then still skidding bare heels against the floor like it might give and let her run...[i]somewhere[/i]. "N, n-nnuh." Eloquent from the scav', living up to reputation. At least until she managed to put the rest of the sentence after it, shaking her head and still trying to scrabble away. "N-nuh more, no more please, please please please please-" Whisper-babbled, blinking through tears anew as she looked up at all of them. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Damn, two snuffs and it's already time to give in? The fuck happened to wanting us to keep you?" as the cat went to march the little distance remained before he could just grab her. Only for the bear from earlier to catch his arm, just like he had those lifetimes ago. "Now now, it's up to Charity if she wants to keep trying to impress us or not," with a passing approximation of understanding manner. "It's a lot of work, convincing a whole division she's worth giving up that paypacket. "What do you think, Charity? If you really want us to stop, we can just give up on your silly game and murder you just the one time more." Now it was [i]he[/i] who crossed the distanct, big paw catching her chin. "Is that what you want, girl?" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Tweenager shaking again already. Eyes growing bigger as the cat went on, reminding her of the deal [i]she[/i] made with them. A more frantic moment when the cat approached her, but then the bear had stepped in. And stepped over to her. And Charity broke down bawling. "I-it's not FAIR!" Sobbed, much more like a little girl wailing at a parent than a victim yelling at one of her many abusers. Blame the bear positioning himself as the 'nice' one? "Y-you all, all killed me TWICE a-and I shouldn't have, have to...you killed me TWICE and they only wanted, wanted ONE good one I DID good for you, it's not FAIR!" For a moment it even looked like wobbly-chested child was going to fling herself into him to sob against his front. Some memory of being sat on by a horse while he used her maybe forestalling that. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Shh, shh - you're right, life [i]isn't[/i] fair Charity; you're just learning that quicker than most little girls, that's all." hand had her chin moving to comfortable head strokes. "If you want to get [i]anywhere[/i], the only thing you can do is just keep shovelling that shit out of your way no matter what. I hear your mommy understands that, doesn't she?" Last, cursory petting. "Now, [i]I[/i] know all that stuff they say about 'yote girls isn't true; not really. But if you want everyone here to give up on loads and loads and [i]loads[/i] of money," he probably knew he was talking to her like a girl even younger, but maybe the patronisation was just a part of [i]his[/i] fun, "You have to do your best to make us [i]all[/i] forget that. "Now, why don't you get down and start using that cute little scav' mouth," said with just a [i]hint[/i] of self-awareness - "While my friend here explains what's going to happen next." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] A hiccup, lower lip trembling and her face all scrunched up unprettily. Invoking her mom turned the hext hiccup into a little gasp though, made Charity swallow the next ugly-crying sob. Which meant she was more attentive for the next bit, and even didn't interrupt! Despite her gaze flicking around the various gathered men, then back. Shivery sniffle-breath, and swallow. And an unhappy quiet mewling of - "B-but, but, you just needed to kill me once. I-I died, I *know* I did." With her eyes darting this way, that, even as she obediently bent forward. Like a kind tone unlocked an entirely different set of reactions in her. Pretty, trembling mouth settled around whatever phallus was presented with a practiced 'omf', big haunted eyes still trying to look up and around at them. With the nervous energy of a girl having her sense of reality fray at the edges. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Bears were one of those species whose genitals always looked so [i]small[/i] at first glance, when you could see the rest of their proportions. Funny how that never seemed to last once a cub had the formerly narrow-looking cock squashing her tongue and trying to get down her throat. "Thaat's -" bear had clearly intended it to be a drawn out bit of encouragement, but just feeling that practiced muzzle settle about his shaft and start to work put paid to more words. At least momentarily. Instead, the big paw had stroked flat her ears closed just a little, a slight grip of Pity's head that didn't restrict her, but certainly made clear it could if he weren't enjoying her trying to perform under her own power. "Don't be silly," on something of a grunt. And then, as terribly rigid ursine shaft twitched and gushed a measure of pre as reward for her efforts, "You certainly ... don't [i]feel[/i] dead to [i]me[/i]." There were probably better explanations for why she was still getting to experience this scenario, but there was never a bad moment for a bit of preteen 'yote gaslighting. Another voice cut in, then. But the bear [i]had[/i] promised some hint as to what was to come. "Just one, last game, and then we're going to finish up," new voice belonged to that wolf had been there, right at the beginning! "See, we could keep at this for [i]ages[/i], but the folks making all this'll want something to show your little friends, soon." What followed was that ever so distinctive *clunk* of a metal bat being struck against stone. Such as the upended one on which the wolf was now leaning. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "You like sports, right?" Pity *had* been going on about that in her little exit speech; of course they'd try to use it now. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "Ohwhmf." Some noise from Pity that might have been meant as a question, given the look in her eyes as she flicked them up towards him. Didn't dare attempt to get her mouth free to try again though, not with that big hand clutching her skull. Small "Glrk!" noise for the hot splash inside her mouth, followed by a dutiful little 'Ulp'. She did try to look back at the wolf. But positioning himself as the Nice One seemed to have unlocked a dutiful fervor in Pity that only Daniel had really gotten to experience recently. So the bear got to keep enjoying the wiggle and swirl of her tongue, a little bobbing of her head. [i]Strong[/i] pressure from her lips as she sucked at him...until the [i]clonk[/i]. It wasn't possible to see a whole half-lifetime of softball memories fly through a girl's head at once. But her expression, and suddenly-stiff pose wih her ears sharply up, ought to convey pretty well a girl intimately familiar with the noise a bat made against stone. That [i]did[/i] wrench her focus and even her mouth away from the bear. Not entirely! But enough that her mouth was pried open and a little ridiculous-looking, cock wedged in it lengthwise and giving a certain extra comical flair to the dawning horror on her face as she took in the bat, and him, and what he was saying. Her hands even went from starting to reach for the bear's scrotum to clenching in place. Tugging at the 'leash' again. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The bear seemed... more interested in having Pity doing something for the cameras than actually getting off. As such, unless [i]she[/i] put in the effort to achieve as much, the best she was going to get was further occasional gouts of pre to clean up as the wolf went on. "Well, we're going to play with *these*. You do a good job here, and everyone else agreed they're gonna vote to keep you. Now -" He spent a moment longer just watching, all the while the bear encouraging Pity [i]not[/i] to stop with semi-gentle pressure o his big paw, then, "If you can tear yourself away from that dick for a sec, we're gonna help you get ready for the game. C'mon and stand here." Cursory gesture, indicating that the little 'yote girl, still bound with arms forced to tuck behind her tits, move to stand in front of what looked like an especially crude gynaecology chair. This item wasn't the [i]least[/i] anachronistic; not with all the rough, ominously stained wood and big, black iron shackles strategically attached. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] If the bear wantes he could also be giving everyone a good laugh just by continuing to move his dick a little bit, bulging one of Pity's cheeks out in the real version of that juvenile 'pretending to do a blowjob' thing one did with their tongue. Add to that how even with her attention held by the wolf, she did keep glancing up at the man, and did keep sucking on his cock, awkward angles and all. Even aa she shied backwards from 'play with these'. Even as her ears quirked forward for [i]everyone[/i] agreeing to keep her. Not that she did 'tear herself away' without permission. Turning large, nervous eyes up to the bear, and had her uncle [i]really[/i] never thought to tie her wrists this way? Because with her hands down below her chest, it squeezed her breasts together in so absolutely fetching a way that the image she presented was...was 'pornographic princess tragic' a term? It should be. She'd get up when given permission, scrub at her mouth with bound hands. Take a couple nervous steps toward the chair. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Glancing up at the bear like that? For just a moment he looked as if his heart were on the verge of melting. Sadly not quite, however, Pity merely getting a last, ear-flattening stroke of her head and, "Damn but I wish [i]I[/i] could keep you." Not to mention a low groan as she slid herself of his shaft, only for an almost mischievous look and, "Now you run along and play." [i]Smack[/i]. First [i]real[/i] pain since she'd been burned alive? Not that it was even a particularly vicious one: open palm hit just hard enough to get a good sound out of Pity's butt and provoke a rumble of laughter as she moved toward the chair- [b][i]WHNCK[/i][/b]. Funny how the tone could swing so hard, so sharply, away from almost light-hearted mysogynisti abuse to... well. Even though they had implied the possibility, that softball bat swinging to practically bury itself in Pity's toned little tummy still came far to quick for any kind of escape. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] She didn't outright say 'you can!', but she was obviously thinking it. In the moment, maybe she was even imagining the life of a sex slave spreading out before her? Finishing growing up in some company drudge's house. Occassionally fucking his friends when he had them over. More smiles than she'd ever given her uncle certainly. [i]smack[\i] and her very pretty [i]yip[/i] one more time, knocked out of her reverie by that palm off her jiggling butt. No doubt there were fans of her vids who wished her uncle had a few more focusing on [i]just[/i] doing that. But the next noise wasn't at all cute. Perfectly set up for her to not even see it coming, eyes back toward the bear and all, her toned tummy all but caving in around the wood as she made a kind of pitchy-shriek [b][i]HWARRFCNKH![/i][/b] noise, lifted up off her feet. And then collapsing, and was it an intended benefit that driving all the air put of her so firmly meant that she was stuck drooling against the stone? Instead of promptly starring up the kind of screaming her expression suggested? [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] There was just a moment where it all paused, everyone just looking at the picture of a slutty little tweenager, face down, ass up, on the floor of a room entirely dedicated to murdering cubs. Hell, Pity's fall, the turn of her head against the stone, had her gazing at an [i]ever so[/i] familiar-looking contraption! Upright post, with a hard-edged bar a third the way up and a leather thong nearer the top. Did it count as still having Josephine's blood on the bar, when the environment was digital? The sheer [i]fidelity[/i] after all... "... I think we can afford a small delay." Wolf! And the sound of belt being undone and pants dropping to the stone floor, the mob's varying states of nudity almost seeming primed best for ominous moments of disrobing. Big, white-furred, black clawed hands on Pity's hips, digging in a little and hiking her up to meet the waiting phallus. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And amber eyes certainly focused on it first! Remembering the noise of a little girl's neck [i]crackling[/i], the grotesque face she made by the end. An expression she and Fifi had shared now! Spiritual sisters! But of course the preteen whore bending over in the most provocative way possible would have her attention pulled away by the sound of disrobing. Even if she tried to pretend she wasn't adking for it, by making weak efforts to crawl away from the hands on her hips. Or maybe she was just wiggling her butt for him on purpose. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Either way, Pity had just earned herself another [i]smack[/i], and this one was much less playful. As evidenced by the big red pawprint beneath the finer fur of her behind, complete with even redder little marks at the end of each digit where claws had momentarily dug. "Gods but this ass is just [i]begging[/i] to get wailed on," from above and behind - even if, for now, all was done with said ass was to hike it up so that puffy little 'yote cunt could meet tapered, bright red canine cocktip and the inevitable, unrestrained [i]thrust[/i] of the wolf's hips. Deep already, even with swollen base only squishing those fetchingly soft labia. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Still not enough air in slutty 'yote lungs for a proper pretty hurt-girl noise, but that new cheek-jiggling blow did get a [i]squeak[/i] and jump out of her! And a stronger attempt to scramble away, before fat butt was hiked further and the next noise to fall out of her mouth was an [b]"Awp!![/b] because did NOBODY think things should be wet first?! She wouldn't have put it past the people behind the game to make chafing only a thing [i]she[/i] had to feel. Inviting, welcoming preteen 'yote hole as fantastic as ever, of course: [i]clenching[/i] around invading shaft, hot as you please. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] It was entirely possible. If helldonkey rape was fair game, then what was a little toying with the rules of [i]normal[/i] cub rape? Certainly, wolf wasn't wasting any time. Just a moment to appreciate the feel of hot, clenching, immature passage before simply beginning to rape her in earnest, lewd noises familiar to all present but no less perfect a complement to the man's grunting efforts - "Should - be thanking - me - gonna need to be good and stretched out for -" And then he just snarled, one hand catching back of Pity's skull to jam her against the stone. Practically grinding her cheekbone as he used it for leverage in the final, vicious run of fucking came with the first sprays of too-hot seed... And the knotting that promptly followed. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] In comparison to what she'd gone through the last couple lifetimes, this was almost warmly familiar! Enough that slutty 'yote body might even start to contribute its own efforts to stopping her from feeling rubbed-raw inside. To go with building "Ahp! Ahp! Ahp!" noises as hips smacked at her round butt. Until the [i]squeal[/i] and renewed efforts to scramble for a moment, cheek crushed down against the unforgiving stone, before the [i]squeeAAlYEEP![/i] of that knot sliding neatly home! Once again, maybe-fair thoughts about being made for it? For one she literally was, being canine, but it was remarkably easy to cram that knot in with hardly a [i]pop[/i] and have now-slippery preteen hole [i]clench[/i] down on it to keep it there. Even if she did give a miserable little sniffle, after. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Fuck..." inevitable, satisfied oath... and then a sneering grin, reaching down in front of Pity's bent over body, down past floor-squashed tits, to grip at the taut-wide lips of her knotted cunt, grope... and then withdraw his paw with the evidence. "'Bitch is fucking soaked," he commented, with a weird mix of casual and faux annoyed. "Screw picking up the pace. Look at this little slut!" Claws on her butt once again, digging as he levered and [i]grunted[/i] for finally, slowly dragging his knot free. Was Pity nearly as wet as he was ridiculing her for? Not that it mattered. "This needs punishing. There are going to be fucking cubs watching this after all!" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Not that Pity could ever [i]not[/i] be difficult. Her uncle took what, ten years at least to get her to stop thrashing around every time he very reasonable wanted to shove his dick in her? So groping between her thighs got a squirm (and another [i]squeeze[/i] of his shaft to go with it), a little noise for his saying and showing the state of her to everyone. But pulling [i]out[/i] his knot? Well it would certainly feel like Pity was clamping down so hard on [i]purpose[/i] all of a sudden. Sure, with a [i]lot[/i] of effort he'd get it out, but one would think this was a girl who [i]wasn't[/i] left sloppy and loose by years of taking the same! So after the wolf managed to put in a good minute of significant, uncomfortable-for-everybody pressure he'd get that very audible [i]Pop![/i] And probably fall back on his own ass, insult to injury, Pity's gaping vagina drooling semen where she lay. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Fucking - get - off of-!" 'nother snarl, before the wolf did indeed [i]pop[/i] free and tumble, and would have looked pretty silly if Pity's white-spluttering hindquarters weren't still waving around so much. Still looked kind of pissed all the same, though. "Get her up!" Didn't really matter who, apparently, but there was the rat had had Pity's throat to begin with, and an unfamiliar pair of bulkier feline paws. Oh was that a guillotine? That would make for an awful moment as Pity was fair bundled over, only for he legs to get banged against the bench along which a victim was supposed to lie. Little girl shoved bodily [i]over[/i] the actually partially padded! bench, perhaps just enough time to understand that the lethal device beside her was utterly incidental beside the folded belt that came crashing down on her upturned rear. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Haha, loser. Had Pity made it to high school, she no doubt would have worked out how to use her sexuality as a weapon. Not against nice boys, if her every interaction with Daniel was any indication. But smug pricks who thought their pricks were the gods' gift to girls? Goodness Charity would have been a chainsaw to them. Unfortunately for her, that was not to be. Up she went at embarrassed wolf's command, and when she saw the guillotine coming closer she DID actually summon up enough air to SHRIEK and kick and even try and [i]bite[/i] one of them, digging bare heels at the floor. None of which would stop her being tossed over the bench, or forestall the moment of confusion just before leather [b]CRACKED[/b] across her behind. And if that wasn't just the most honestly-surprised-actress-mid-porno-shoot SHRIEK. To go perfectly with the [i]jiggle[/i] of her butt and the bright red line blooming into a welt across it. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] He even let Pity have her moment to appreciate this unexpeted twist in the script! Before another [i]CRACK[/i] of the belt and practical folding up under it by her bouncing arse. Another followed, one more after - only then was there a pause, as if they were waiting to see what this new awfulness had bottled up. ... Not strictly all, though! Big paw was back, though its feeling over her lashed behind was a good deal gentler than previous times it had taken to her, there. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Now for all it wasn't on camera near enough, Pity wasn't a [i]stranger[/i] to being spanked! One would almost expect more resentment for her mom from her, for the number of times "She was misbehaving. We worked it out" came out of her uncle's mouth for why his sister-in-law's daughter was walking funny around the house with a VERY red butt under a skirt she'd grown out of. Her mom was always at least a little angry about it though, so maybe that helped. Still, a [i]belt[/i] was something pretty new! Or at least not often experienced, and it got [i]YELPS[/i] out of the child to punctuate every [b]CRACK[/b] against her ass. Slow motion would be a godssend to viewers in the future: able to really capture the way fat 'yote butt bent and warped and wobbled for the slash of sturdy leather down across it. As it was, Pity sobbed out into the pause despite herself! Not quite the same panicked yowling of other times she'd cried at violence so far, but it did accompany her kicking her feet like every disciplined bad girl ever, even trying to scramble up and off the bench before hands would have to refirm their grips to hold her down. And big paw got to feel across [i]burning[/i] hot cheeks, bright red welts even more palpable than they were visible through pretty fur. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Slow motion that was probably going to be available, too! After all, with the nature of this place, they could probably do all kinds of tricks with the footage - even 'record' it in new ways later on! ... The paw did take a moment to grope her, though. Not harshly, but then it hardly needed to be with Pity's butt in the state it's in. "The fuck [i]was[/i] that, girl?" 'nother [i]grip[/i]. "You're seriously slut enough to get off when you know we're planning on [i]fucking murdering you?![/i]" It was a funny tone. Sneering and incredulous with that weird sort of anger had grown at least [i]partly[/i] real, even though it had begun as performance. Pity got a few more moments to respond before the room was next filled with the sound of leather digging into fat preteen butt. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "Th-that's not!" Voice cut off as groping palm send sharp pains through rendered-hypersensitive butt. Pity kicking her feet again, even unto trying to push away the one groping her! "L-let's put your dick into a wet [i]tube[/i] and see if you don't get hard even though you know it'll [i]bite it off![/i]" Oh, somebody responded [i]badly[/i] to spanking, it seemed! Snapping over her shoulder with the first revival of that angry streak she had! Lasting as long as it took for leather to [i]CRACK[/i] across whorish round 'yote ass again, more punctuating [i]YELP[/i]s. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Did Pity catch the flash in the big wolf's eyes when she looked back and got mouthy? Small hint of what was coming next because the resumed belting didn't [i]stop[/i]. "Stupid -!" [i]CRACK[/i] "Fucking-!" [i]CRACK[/i] "Preteen-!" [i]CRACK[/i] "Bitch!" Of course the dick to which she had referred was rock hard again, but the incongruously blue-furred wolf seemed not to be interested in further 'normal' use of Pity's rear end. Much too focused on wailing on it, even as he started to show flickers of fatigue. "D'you even [i]want[/i] my vote for keeping you?" [i]CRACK, CRACK[/i], "Fuck, that's what this [i]is[/i] isn't it?!" [i]CRACK[/i], "Just winding us up to get snuffed the harder in the fucking [i]end![/i]" The look alone would have been enough the frighten the feistiest cubs, even were he not apparently trying to burst Pity's absurd, jiggling ass with his belt. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] For the wolf, was the flash of realization and fear in her eyes familiar? The look of a little girl who'd pushed things too far with an adult authority figure? [i]YELP! YELP! YELP! [b]SHRIEK![/b][/i], and in short order Pity was bawling again, kicking bare feet like mad and fighting against hands holding her in place. Waggling her breasts where they hung over the other side of the bench, and "I-I'M SORRY I'M SORREEEE STAWP!" Fat jiggly ass [i]dark[/i] cherry red by now. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] He didn't stop; not for a good couple more slashes of the belt, and then likely only because his arm was beginning to tire. A moment regarding his handiwork... and then his own [i]fairly[/i] large paw came down on one slashed-raw cheek and [i]squeezed[/i]. Neither the [i]pat[/i] of his palm nor the pressure from his fingers was all that hard, but after what he'd done to her behind... "[i]Fuck[/i] getting this wrapped up. This ass needs at [i]least[/i] one more dicking before we decide if it's staying dead," snarled - and then [i]SMACK[/i]. But that spank aside he [i]didn't[/i] put it in. Rather, "You didn't get your go, right? Have at the little snuff-pup." Stood off, and the heavy footfalls followed... well, glance back, there was the bull had been so [i]nice[/i] about helping her with the hell donkey. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] All of which left a hiccuping, sniffling girl still pinned across the bench, shivery breaths making her jump and her dark red butt wobble [i]just[/i] so. The [i]Yip[/i] for his hand clapping onto her butt was to be expected, and maybe at least a little from terrified anticipation of worse? Not a patch on the [i]SHRIEK[/i] that SMACK got out of her though! Coyote child dhaking all her fetchingly-wobbly parts as she momentarily tried to scramble away. And, once she looked over her shoulder at the looming, approaching bull, [i]kept[/i] trying yo scramble away. Amounting to even more slutty wiggling, while she wailed. "You already killed me! [i]You[/i] already killed me!" Honestly, rape a girl's organs into bits twice and suddenly she had an obvious terror of any big enough man. Specist. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Don't be silly, Charity," as if they tended to use *that* name whenever they wanted to mess with her grasp of things. He even had a decent enough tone! Not quite as jarringly nice-seeming as the bear's, but, "I barely helped." It was all quite casual, switching with the wolf in pinning her with a hand in her back, while the other jabbed a thumb between her legs, giving a cursory feel - "Still soaked for it, I see." Hardly mattered if it was true, even. [i]Any[/i] amount of defensive lubrication would probably have earned similar comment, and besides, it was excuse to [i]hike[/i] Pity up by her pussy, dragging face and boobs onto the semi-padded bench the better to get an angle on her behind ... and so to line up that slightly-less-brutal-looking-than-equine, but still far too large bovine shaft. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And it clearly was still working, the way the girl's eyes darted 'round again. Maybe trying to catch some anchoring view that would say she was right? Until he added the last bit, and then it was just very well-spanked little girl squirming in place again. Squeaking for thumb crammed between her legs, a little jump that jiggled everything nicely. Liquids inside a girl didn't go away that quickly even through a brutal belting, so hot, clamping-against-intrusion tweenager folds would still be slippery [i]enough[/i] for her to have that accusation leveled at her. So the bull would get a wailed "No!" in sheer, offended-little-girl denial before the honestly very cute [i]squeak[/i] of a child, easily lifted despite her absurd endowments, banging big boobs and then her jaw on the bench. The former squashing beneath her and the latter turned so she couldn't help but see the bull lining up. And so he got to see her frigjtened face while he picked which hole his outsized-shaft would go in. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] And Pity got a last grin when the bull - big, black furred, kind of top-heavy-looking, and those [i]horns[/i] - caught her eye. Big hand abandoned little pussy for pairing with the other on her hips as the slightly narrower tip of his length nudged between 'soaked' lips and then he [i]yanked[/i]. Part backward, part upward, but Pity left the bench for a moment! Before his hips crashed down and fucked her back into the inadequately cushioned wood. At least it wasn't a motion he was repeating... not really, at least. He pulled her back, but every time his hips were already on the return stroke, groaning bull driving home as far as a single stroke would take him before his tip found something to [i]punch[/i] and drive her back down. Didn't take long before he was practically drilling deeper, with renewed jeers from onlookers as the whole edifice on which Pity was being fucked shook and rattled. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] A twitch of much-used folds, still pleasantly hot against sensitive skin ('hot' jokes for Charity's recent burning experience, anyone?). And still just as firmly [i]squeezing[/i] when he hauled her UP so suddenly! [i]Sque-Yip-GRUNT[/i] from the girl as she went up into stabbing shaft and then crashed down, mashing her breasts against the bench and thudding her cheek cruelly. Winded a moment, but not too long to keep from letting out unhappy grunted [i]Ah! Ah! AGH![/i] sounds, that built up with each funbag-flattening [i]thud[/i] against the frame. And a pleasant surprise for everyone who wasn't Pity! Since she might not have been 'soaking for it', but she was slick enough, and used enough to basically this treatment, that after not very long....well, maybe she really could have handled an equine if they were not [i]so[/i] very long! Given the way the bull would find his 'drilling' deeper working, without even need of her cervix giving way, until hips [i]Plapped[/i] against fat 'yote ass. And got a [i]shriek[/i] from her, given the state those cheeks were still in, all while the left one on her face was racing to match them with its thudding off the rattling bench. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Shit, y'aren't just still tight after that donkey, you haven't cooled off neither!" strained voiced, but laughing even as he set up a rhythm for bashing Pity's cheek and breasts. It was such a good setup for a trauma-poking line, after all. Poor Pity, meanwhile, going to have to work hard not to bite herself or anything, because while he was happily fucking her into the bench he was making very little effort to hold her down. If anything those awful tits were serving to keep her from getting even a little braced! While the [i]grunts[/i] and snorting breaths from above and the inevitable sensation of pre trickling down her insides and the rattling [i]bang bang bang[/i] against the bench and the mechanism beside and [i]ssssssch[b]WHNK[/b][/i] beside Pity's head. Not the sturdiest mechanism, apparently! Bright-polished steel blade had worked loose and come shooting down the vertical track to slam down far too close to Pity's ear. She'd practically be able to see her reflection in the steel sheet now occupied the hole her head could so easily have been pushed through! "Holy [i]shit[/i]!" from somewhere above, along with more laughter, not to mention a [i]'damnit!'[/i] from among the observers. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] [i]PLAP-flop-Thud Plap-flop-Thud[/i] of little girl's absurdly not-little body being yanked up and down, much more like the handheld sextoy 'style' of use she thought she grew out of half a lifetime ago. And she was squirming just as much now as she had then, what with the terror of hitting her neck at a bad angle, or indeed biting her cheek - and a small yip suggested she'd done just that - and the way her flopping breasts kept [i]mashing[/i] on the bench. That [i]THNK[/i] of the blade, though. It made her hit a high note with her SHRIEK, and had her suddenly [i]seizing[/i] tight around battering-ram-penis fit to make any in-thrust almost a danger! Not just that it nearly hit her, but that distinct memory of Cinnamon's screaming last moments and all. The bull would have a [i]thrashing[/i] preteen on his hands, suddenly! Albeit amid her trying to wiggle herself away from the blade, the angle left her unable to do much other than that. And loosen up enough for him to continue. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Fortunately it didn't matter. It was all close enough that Pity's decision to [i]clamp[/i], in response to seeing something could so easily have parted her head from her shoulders, drove the bull clean over the edge. [i]Roar[/i] of a shout from the bull and a punch down of his hips that threatened to tear something with her gripping like that, the sudden, new heat against her deepest while not on his hands, but most of his body weight, bore down on Pity's spine and kept her good and squashed against the bench. Maybe even a little swelling? If she hadn't been already from the depth, then depth [i]and[/i] amount he was dumping into her. Shaking, panting, even [i]less[/i] effort to hold himself up... "Fuck, [i]fuck[/i] tight get - fucking [i]quit-![/i]" was he [i]yanking[/i] at her? But then Pity's panic really might be overwhelming the poor bull a tiny bit! Much to his colleagues' amusement. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Any girl less bendy than Pity would have been in serious trouble! A man so many times her size coming down on her like that, with all his body weight on top of her! As it was it made for a hilariously obscene image, fat-titted 'yote slut suddenly bent very nearly in half, dark-cherry butt hovering much closer to her head than it ought, legs out stiff while he came so hard into her. A little bit of swelling indeed! And didn't Pity look just so fetching with a slightly-swollen belly? Though she wasn't in any position to appreciate it, teeth gritted and making a keening, panicked whimper as so much weight crushed her down. One might imagine they could hear her spine creak! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Among other things. Virtual or not the whole guillotine assembly apparently had limits that it was thinking about announcing. Blessedly, the bull switched to trying to free himself before anything actually gave, even if the motions of trying to free himself did look an [i]awful[/i] lot like he was trying for another go at raping her. Only evidence otherwise might be any of the [i]bright[/i] red that clung to him momentarily with every yank of his hips until finally - What noise [i]did[/i] slutty, filled up 'yote cunts make when a pull abruptly managed to [i]yank[/i] himself free? Presumably slamming Pity back down against the bench once more in the process. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] An almost-predictable [i]shhllorPOP[/i] as it happened. A [i]squirt[/i] of white chasing after the man's shaft as it freed itself. But with nothing to hold her up, that let Pity collapse in a cartoonish thump against the assembly and then the floor. And made way for the much more distinct [i]ThrPPHHTTththbbbbhhhhttt[/i] noise of more white squirt-dribbling out of her vagina, and down her shaking thighs. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] And the chorus of theatrically disgusted noises from the onlookers. Pity... probably wasn't in a position to watch as the bear gave a defeated gesture to the rest of the audience; not collapsed as she was. Apparently he'd abandoned encouraging them to press for a sooner ending, not after that performance and with a good few still hadn't had a proper go. It hardly mattered whether Pity had seen it or not, though. Perhaps the first she even caught wind was the sudden gathering of feet at her eye-level, maybe someone stepping on her briefly... before a hand grabbed into her hair, yanked her back up to slam back against the bench... and unceremoniously plunged a new cock into her white-splattering vagina. Blessedly smaller, by comparison, but the spines that raked her from the first outstroke ought tell about the owner. 'Nother paw gripping her hair, and clumsily her ear as well, replacing the pressure against the bench with a twisting pull that levelled her muzzle against an unfamiliar canine shaft... she'd have seconds to obey someone's demand that she 'get to work' before fingers were tugging her lips and jaw around. And a good few more clearly milling about for [i]their[/i] goes, besides. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Small grunt-yip for being stepped on, even though with her flopped so her boobs were [i]right there[/i] and nearly begging for it. Up she went! To an "AWuh!" for the sensation of a [i]barbed[/i] shaft up inside of her: somebody had never fucked a feline before, after all! But between ache in her back and how much she'd been battered against the bench she was being fucked over again, the cameras would get to capture fingers squashing at her jaw, hook-tugging her mouth open to a stupid expression before a cock was crammed into it. At least reflex took over once it was in there? Mouth forming neatly around the shaft as the girl scrunched her eyes shut. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] At least Pity knew a bit about gangbangs! And being the object of dispassionate use within a gaggle of boys. Albeit not a gaggle of [i]men[/i], nor men were still making noises to the tune of 'a last go with her' and 'before she's finished' in oblique reference to the vote that she was still, supposedly, hoping to win a unanimous stay of execution from. The feline cock took a while before it was done, Pity's poor insides good and raw, but they would have been much the worse had she not only [i]just[/i] been tenderised by the bull. Was that the rat, finally squirting something up under Pity's tail before the [i]long[/i] insertion into her bowel? And then all the being yanked around, because someone [i]else[/i] wanted a go on her cunt, even as she got a copious mouthful to choke on, and someone [i]else[/i] with an indistinctly tapered cock went for a turn on her mouth and... One more parallel with Cinnamon's experience, for a while. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Preteen girl guts could apparently handle absurdly long cock better when it was thinner! Or maybe someone was making adjustments behind the scenes? Or maybe Pity just really did have enough experience to get through all of this like a champ! Even with her efforts to 'help' rapidly falling apart amid being yanked around, battered, new phalluses she couldn't even identify being crammed into or against her all over. 'yote gangrapes weren't a new thing: they were statistically more likely to suffer them than other girls, after all! But how often did you snag a 'yote who not only jiggled in all the nicest ways as you and who-knew-how-many friends fucked near-on every orifice she had, but who occasionally tried to squeeze you with them or even fumble tied hands over a thrusting cock when it passed by them? Not [i]nearly[/i] so much as stereotypes would have you believe. Though at least one cumshot into her mouth with her lain on her back would see white [i]squirting[/i] out of her nose, bleary eyes squinching on the left and going wider on the right just under dangling balls. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Was it really a gangrape when the girl in the center of the scrum was doing her best to impress anyone who cared to notice? ... And indeed, was the aforementioned 'yote scav', to boot? So much hair and ear tugging, painful twists and yanks of arms and legs, harsh angles forced to twist or hold her neck at - Pity was going to be a mess, when it finally ended and left her draped over the executioner's bench, once more. Certainly, nobody was worried about unbinding her paws (if they ever had been), but there'd be the bull doing just that, even patting her head before he (a [i]bit[/i] gingerly) picked her up by her arms. Half carried, half dragged her to the gynaecological chair this had all begun besides, this time hefting her into it and beginning to do up the less than comfortable leather straps for her wrists and ankles. "'Plan was, we'd been going to use those bats to get you nice and tendered, but I think that train did the job, don't you?" Almost conversationable! "Unless you [i]want[/i] to get your hips smashed in." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Whimper. Like the bull would have noted before, she was light in spite of her absurd giftedness, and so was easy to carry across the space, settle into the chair. Another whimper out of her, and then a cough-retch of white out of her mouth, over her front. A little pitiful shake of her head, no she did not want that. Yes, she obviously felt like they already had been. One twisted-until-it-drooped ear did quirk though. He'd said 'those bats'. Plural. Bleary eyes tilted up, trying to peer around the space. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Because somewhere in the transition, and plenty of folks having had all the turns they wanted, Pity's bleary gaze would spot an ominous several individuals stood waiting. Directly in front of her exposed vagina, once the bull had begun turning a satisfyingly noisy crank that split and raised the chair's lower section. Her arms were already bound spread wide, soon her legs followed. ... And went further. Any pleas to stop would only be met with a friendly grin as Pity's bendy tween body was forced to do the splits... and then slightly further than that. Result might well be a rather fetching, if entirely forced [i]perk[/i] that put puffy, abused little cunt very much on up-lifted display. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "h...hey." Whimpered out, barely above a whisper. Slightly louder for the "hey!" when she was made to do the splits properly! But, gymnast 'yote! Even a straddle-split that had her legs hiked up higher than her hips was, well, nothing more strenuous than poses she'd been doing or forced to do her entire life. If more painful now after all the 'tenderizing'. Puffy, fetchingly-bruised and slightly open with the pose 'yote cunt on display for everyone to see! Again, much like the rest of her life to this moment. Pity squirmed, little tugs of her arms that were more reflex than anything else. Nice [i]little[/i] wiggle of her chest. Nervousness visibly creeping back in as disorientation from her second-ever gangbang cleared away. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Fetchingly mobile young tits got cupped by one big hand. Presumably they hadn't escaped use during her little period at the centre of a rape-scrum. Whether anyone had managed to [i]fuck[/i] them amid the chaos was unclear, but there had plenty of harsh gropes, tugs, and smacks, at least one good hit... not to mention the number who decided it would be far more fun to cum across them instead of Pity's face or insides. At least Pity was, probably, [i]very[/i] used to being this vulnerable and exposed? The bull backed off, and oh look, nice bear was back! Even the nice stroke of her head, thought that moved on to her chest, her presumably now [i]very[/i] taut tummy... "One last 'challenge', Charity - you've gotten good at those, haven't you? We want to see how well you can take those softball bats. Pull this off and everyone here's promised, they'll give up their bonus and keep you as a proper little fuckpet. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Another whimper, and another attempt to shy backwards from a groping hand. Impossible with how she was positioned, so she just ended up cutely attempting to curl on herself. The bear's return did get more life out of her though! Even obviously-fake kindness seemed to work on her very well, with how her sagging ears twitched up again, and she attempted to huddle less. Though she still couldn't form proper words for a few seconds, mouth working, spluttering against semen still lingering in it. Before "you mean it?" Quiet and scratchy and vulnerable as the rest of her. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "I [i]promise[/i]. Just one last challenge, and then you'll have [i]everyone[/i] here to rape you forever. Isn't that great?" If anything, as far as the bear was concerned, what was great was getting to speak with absolute sincerity as he smiled that sort-of-nice, paternal smile, and even moved his fingertips in a gentle scritching motion that couldn't be [i]entirely[/i] unpleasant, just below Pity's navel. "Now, come on.. good, brave puppy, okay?" He even stayed with her! Paw rested gently on Pity's tummy as a less than intimidating-looking [i]mouse[/i] stepped up, (familiarly?)colorful aluminium bat in hand. Which he nestled against Pity's [i]thoroughly[/i] fucked little cunt and began to [i]press[/i]. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] There was a little twist of her mouth, for 'promise'. Because Pity [i]wasn't[/i] dumb, and she'd had promises (in)famously made to her before. But still, she answered with "okay." And maybe an almost-smile, for the scritch. And more of one for 'good, brave puppy', for the girl whose life had generally been lacking in positive words from male authority figures. Enough that when the mouse(?!) stepped up, and pressed chilly aluminum against her warm-from-battering cunt, she only squeaked and jerked a moment. Not that she [i]could[/i] do anything to forestall it pressing forward, and up, and squash-parting abused-even-puffier lips around it until it slid [i]in[/i] with a soft wet noise and easy [i]thump[/i]. But she didn't fuss about it! Other than to bite her lip and clench her hands to fists, curling her toes. See, she could do it. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "There, see? 'Knew you could do it," the bear still praising her! Although the bat sliding in did mean that his resting paw felt a [i]bit[/i] different. Maybe not quite enough to lift the big paw, but enough for him to feel a certain extra firmness? No more scritches, after the first with the bat up inside. "You're going to be just the best little sex slave." Oh look, next was a pig! Judging by his state of dress and the slick about that weird, coil-shaped penis, he'd been up in her during the most recent round of fun, but now he even looked halfway supportive! Then thoughtful. And then nudged [i]his[/i] bat in underneath Pity's tail. "Nice and relaxed now," bear's encouraging voice, while the pig gave a, well, grunt, for having to slowly build pressure until Pity's behind opened up for it. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] [i]Shiver[/i] all through the coyote girl. A visible quiver and shift of her labia, stretched wide around the bat: that reflexive squeezing so many of the men here had gotten to enjoy. That all of them had? Hard to say how long that gangbang went on for, and who got to take how many turns where. But then, this entire situation was a perfect picture of Pity's life in miniature. The state of her certainly was: battered, bruised, covered all over in semen and used in ways no girl, let alone one her age, should be. While she obeyed instructions she did not want to and had [i]much[/i] too large things pushed inside of her holes. Really, the only thing off was that she was technically lucky here that they'd chosen [i]softball[/i] bats. No doubt for the gag of Pity's experience therewith, but it meant the objects being pushed inside of her were smaller than they otherwise could have been. And no doubt Pity [i]could[/i] have taken a baseball bat: she'd handled horse and hell-donkey dick and more just within the last couple lifetimes! But she still tried to squirm as cool aluminum nestled between handprinted and bruised cheeks of her butt, clenching them against it and murmur-whimpering. "Wait, w-wait, that's too, that's..." 'Too many' maybe felt silly to say, when she'd definitely been double-penetrated [i]many[/i] times over the course of that gang-bang alone? Or maybe she was just scared of punishment. Either way she went from words to quiet whimpering, bit her lip and made a deeply hurting, stupid-staring face to go with the long drawn out, half-swallowed wanted-to-be-a-scream of exertion and hurt as her well-used, well-trained asshole caved inward, then [i]spread[/i] to let that bat sliiiiide up inside. Preteen 'yote with both holes strained so wide they looked thin. But she'd done it! An accomplishment most professional whores would never manage! "I, I did it. See? See, I did it." Eyes to the bear, a little like she was searching for praise. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Or maybe just for all of this to be over now that she'd proved herself yet again. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Shhh-sh-sh-shh," authoritative comforting noise out of the bear, whose whole manner by now rather suggested experience with smaller children. Maybe he himself was an uncle! Getting to live out certain behaviors he had always restrained. Either way, countered Pity's impulse to complain about being forced to take another bat. She really was a hell of a picture, though. Indeed batter, bruised, stained, and now with the narrow, broad-pommelled handles of two aluminium bats poking out from between her cranked-wide legs. "You did!" again with the genuine, if patronising tone! Paw gently stroking her belly and the subtle shape of the first bat, pushed just high enough to show by having another driven in underneath. "You're doing so [i]well[/i]." Because it [i]wasn't[/i] over. There was the wolf who'd given her that little glimpse of an encounter with the guillotine, now holding a bat of his own and looking contemplative. "Now for the [i]real[/i] challenge, eh slut?" grinned at Pity as well! And... then began with his free hand too ahold of the first bat's handle. Lifted it it. It wasn't a sharp motion; careful even! But Pity still got to feel the ends of the two metal bats grind inside of her, while the top of her ravaged pussy went taut around narrow handle, and [i]just[/i] enough gap was opened below it for the wolf to have half a hope of beginning to work his own bat in underneath. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "Whuh?" It was ever so tragic. The way she turned her head away from the bear, mouth hanging open from how she'd been biting her lip as she saw the wolf, and the new bat. And heard those sentences back to back. [i]Doing[/i] so well. [i]Real[/i] challenge. They weren't even entirely unreasonable things to say? No doubt once she'd gotten properly into her teen years Pity could have ridden a baseball bat with the very best of them, let alone one for softball! But now, with her body this size, and [i]two[/i] already inside of her? The tears started immediately, before the wolf even had hold of the first bat. Trembling, bruised and slimy-with-semen girl shaking her head, fumbling over whimpered-out words. "No, nonono, wuh wait, not, not fair, wait, please waiiEEEEEE!" For the [i]lift[/i] and the way she could VERY clearly feel the ends of the bats [i]grind[/i] against each other through thin-stretched skin, as already taut-trembling vagina extended [i]further[/i]. Child's toes splayed wide while her hands clenched to shaking fists, and she couldn't manage words as the wolf pressed the third bat against her barely-open cunt. Barely-open, bright pink cunt that still [i]somehow[/i] made to [i]stretch[/i] as he pressed cold aluminum inside! [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] And the wolf making a quiet sound of effort as he [i]pushed[/i] on the bat's handle, little coyote girl's insides slowly, absurdly stretching he forced her to accommodate yet another shaft of cool, unyielding aluminium. "Now now now, none of that Charity," he even squeezed her paw! Well, her fist, with the one still not rested on her now [i]visibly[/i] misshapen tummy. The slight angle of the crude gynaecological chair even made it fairly easy to look down at herself at the lump making its slow progress up below her navel! "You don't want us thinking you're giving up, right?" It was [i]in[/i]. A third handle was poking from between Pity's legs, misleadingly thin. From the right angle, one might wonder why she was complaining so much! ... That awful cat was next in line. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Another swallowed-wanted-to-be-a-[i]scream[/i] noise. not so much intentionally held back as it couldn't escape past her throat and her teeth for the sensation she was experiencing. Pink-red inside juuust visible before the [i]scrape[/i] of aluminum against itself, grinding up and *up* inside until she was making that face again! No noise this time, just a breathless little almost-sound to go with almost the same expression of agony and horror and grief that some murdered girl made over a hundred years ago. And probably a few more murdered girls besides. Once he'd stopped she did [i]suck[/i] a breath in and manage real noise again though! An almost barked-out SOB, and when her eyes found the cat she shook her head like mad (waggle waggle of the bats, jiggle of her chest) "I-I can't, I can't, I already did it, I already, already did it! Look, I already did it!" Much more the language of a younger girl, but then as much trauma as Charity had been subjected to in such a short span of time, could one blame her? And in her defense, she [i]had[/i] accomplished something almost no grown woman could have! But she knew. They all knew. She tried anyway, because it was what she'd been doing this whole time. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Don't be [i]silly[/i] Charity," the bear still, patiently! And amid stroking the absurd shape underneath her too-tight tummy. "You did so well! How are you going to be a good rape pet for a whole division if you can't take one more?" Probably didn't matter how gentle his couple of pats was, when she was in that state. "Now come on, just [i]one more[/i]." Really, they could have gone on for as long as they wanted, but they knew the fidelity that this simulation was shooting for. And they knew how remarkable it was that Pity had somehow, presumably by virtue of [i]thorough[/i] fucking in the run-up, managed to handle [i]three[/i]. "Brave puppy -" said again, all gentle, while he gave his collague a nod - If the cat had had any intention of helping Pity to succeed, he'd have gone for her tailhole. It all but definitely would not have helped, but the fact that the feline, with his nasty grin, went to wedge [i]his[/i] bat in between the two already keeping Pity's cunt from closing up between their two handles? He probably didn't even need to be rough with her - and he wasn't! - just a sound of sheer effort as he began to [i]press[/i] and work this 'one last' softball bat in between the other two, forcing them slowly further apart inside the poor little 'yote victim. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "No. No no [i]no no nonono[/i]-" She was sobbing by halfway through. Face crumpling into ugly-crying, har - grown wild and tangled and matted in places after all of the...everything - flipping little strands across her cheeks, forehead, bare shoulders. And maybe she [i]could[/i] have done it! For certain not without [i]damage[/i], not at the size she was. More damage than had definitely already happened. But still, laying there bound in place with what had to be [i]some[/i] kind of record sticking out of her orifices, [i]maybe[/i]. But it was not to be. The cat would have to tug on [i]some[/i] part of hr absurdly stretched vagina, but the shape of the bats and the sheer [i]width[/i] she was stretched up and down meant the sides between where aluminum scraped aluminum were vulnerable. So, a little tug. Just to get a good angle. And then the push, and already-hyperventilating cub got louder, gulping air faster. Strained-to-thinning-and-paled-skin vagina [i]stretched[/i] further still. And then wrenched a ragged [i]SCREAM[/i] out of Charity a second or so later when it [i]tore[/i]. Maybe the audio fidelity was even good enough to catch the thick wet [i]rrrrip[/i] of skin as the preteen [i]cracked in half[/i], vagina splitting at the top and the bottom before it tore her perineum entirely apart, and made one hole out of two. Pitchy [b]SCREAMING[/b] only getting louder as Charity couldn't help but watch her body tear open. If the cat felt like continuing to [i]push[/i] (and really, why not at this point?) everybody including the brutalized preteen would get to see a cub's body tear further and further open, wet red-and-pink muscle shredding until someone was going to have to watch their feet as at least one of those bats tumbled right [i]out![/i] To loud aluminum clangs on the stone. Competing with Charity's screaming. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Ah... damn," the bear, his paw of course having had to lift away when it became obvious that Pity's lower tummy was about to crack open. "Really Charity that's such a shame, I -" ... Pity was just screaming. Between her noises and the clatter of metal bats falling from her destroyed holes, the splattering of blood that now ran down the seat of the chair? Who could blame him for the grateful look when another familiar face - Pity's first horse! - stepped up alongside with bloodstained bat in hand... and began to shove the handle into her screaming face, and throat. "As I was [i]saying[/i]," bear continued, with the exasperated smile of a grown-up who'd just ridden through a tantrum, "We really need to move on. But don't worry! We still promised to let everyone vote. Why don't we do that, even though you aren't going to win by default?" Slightly drawn out moment, as if he expected some meaningful response from Pity, even despite... [i]everything[/i]. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Cracked-open preteen girls made [i]terrible[/i] conversationalists. Pity in particular was too busy THRASHING fit to hurt herself (well, hurt herself more) in the chair, wrenching her limbs this way and that and slamming her head about in the kind of way that gave tantruming little girls a risk of whiplash. Until her slightly-foaming mouth suddenly had a bat handle in it! A moment of a different pitch of scream and crossing of agony-wide eyes to show that Pity WAS still aware! Enough for her teeth to click on the handle as it [i]wedged[/i] downward, got a [b]GUELCK![/b] out of her as it bulged her throat out in a way that was obscenely novel even for her! And rigidity plus how remarkably accommodating ALL of Pity's orifices were meant the horse could hardly [i]not[/i] succeed at wedging the handle further, and further. Flared bottom's path obvious as it went down, rubberized grip of the bat vanishing into cock-hungry 'yote maw. Goggling eyes staring huge upward, but still flicking toward the bear to show their absurd slut was listening! Or panicked enough that her struggling made it look that way. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The horse continued to slide the bat inside until it met resistance beyond the apparently dismissable constriction of a young throat trying desperately to eject the blockage. At the very least, Pity was not going to get to breathe for now. The bear apparently could not resist stroking the horrible misshape of Pity's neck, too. "Now... first things first, let's make you a little more like what we're going to be voting on, shall we?" all smiles! Though a [i]slight[/i] change in tone, somehow, as he snapped his fingers... And Pity was fine again. As if she had never been lethally raped with the sporting implements had just disappeared, not only from her no-longer shredded vagina, but also her neck. Had she also grown, a tiny bit? "Forgive the cheating," bear, with just a little chuckle. "When you're a division manager, you can pull a [i]few[/i] small strings. Now, the next thing was... ah yes." Another gesture... and Pity's chest began to tingle. Sting a little, even! But then they [i]had[/i] just swelled noticeably. Along with her tummy. Repaired or not, it was [i]swelling[/i], maybe even creaking. The agony that followed was delayed, just for a split second while Pity got to appreciate a simulated something giving her a little [i]kick[/i] from inside. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] No air in or out even to scream! Just a gurgled, barely-there wheezy noise that definitely [i]wanted[/i] to be one when it grew up! Much like all the things Charity had wanted to be though, it was not to be. And when suddenly she was [i]fine[/i] again, Pity blinked, teeth clicking against each other as her mouth shut. Even a confused look to the bear again, as if maybe all that feigned kindness would lead to an explanation, or even a 'just kidding'. Until the sensations. A very cute [i]yip[/i], innocent as anything in comparison to all she'd just suffered, and the girl jerked too so that suddenly-larger breasts got a new bounce and [i]wobble[/i] as she goggled down at them. And then past them, to her tummy. With how it swelled and [i]held[/i] her eyes so completely, the look of a little girl who had only JUST had sex ed classes at school that she'd laughed in, because [i]really[/i]. Who knew what enough sex in the right hole did, but...a grunt, and a [i]gGrglck[/i]! and her eyes almost crossing as the pain filled up her bulging belly. The realization of what that little [i]kick[/i] meant would take a few seconds, before it made Pity's face wash pale with yet ANOTHER brand new kind of horror for the girl, eyes drawn back to her prettily-swollen stomach. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Bear began to undo Charity's binds, then - starting with the straps around her wrists. Almost certainly in the hope that while he was working on her still-cracked [i]wide[/i] legs, the poor little girl would take the moment to feel the new shape of her tummy. He even took care to keep ahold of Charity's ankle once it was free. Couldn't have the poor pregnant tween's leg snapping down; she might hurt herself! Only once he had them both did he lower Charity's legs for her; another new sensation to 'enjoy' as her talented, bendy little body tried to not only recover, but get used to the new shape impinging on her pelvis. Probably would have been more comfortable if he'd brought them down with the mechanism, though. With its lower segment still spread absurdly wide, Charity was practically perching on the edge. "Here we go," encouraging tone had gone nowhere! As he actually helped Charity down and to get her feet under her.. though only that much, letting her do as she wanted while [i]he[/i] reached up, a rattling following as a hook and a chain were drawn down in front of her. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] A hope that was almost fulfilled, when preteen, clearly-pregnant 'yote moved her hands down to hover just [i]above[/i] her belly. Like she wanted to touch it, or maybe try and push it back into the shape it was clearly [i]supposed[/i] to be. But didn't dare. Leg freed, and her hands snapped down to clutch at the archaic gynecological chair, for obvious fear of falling off. And no struggle as the bear helped her down, but once her feet were on the floor again she did finally press a hand to her stomach, visibly bewildered and horrified at the sensation of her guts literally having been shifted around inside of her. In a different way than by equine phalluses. "What...what did you do?" Quiet-scratchy voice, lost-sounding. She didn't even pay attention to the noise of metal clanking above her. Not even when she looked back up to him. "I'm not..." Hand on swollen, about five-months-pregnant belly. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "'Think it's time we show her?" wolf's comment, even as he left things to his manager, for now. He got a grin in return, another of those finger snaps that people seemed so fond of for invoking powers the cubs were never going to have - A window popped open, comfortable viewing distance from Charity's face. And while the image resolved, the bear began, almost casually, to rub the even [i]more[/i] disproportioned tweenager's shoulders. ... Had her breasts gotten bigger? "Since it's your big day, we petitioned to get you an update based on your body, the way it is now." Maybe that was why Charity suddenly felt noticeably [i]weaker[/i], too - but either way, the image resolved, and there she was. Quite the pretty picture, laying silently on white sheets, transparent breathing mask fitted over her muzzle... She'd only have to wonder why the camera seemed to be bouncing up and down for a moment: only took a slight correction to show that the bouncing was her body, jerking in response to the big, boar like man was busy using her naked, sleeping, very pregnant form like the proverbial dutch wife. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Upset, dizzy-with-confusion gaze to the wolf. Then back. And then her eyes focused on the window. Was it satisfying for everyone watching, to see the wrenching horror on Pity's face when she saw herself? Hands twitching against her stomach as the weakness seemed to catch up all at once, enough for her to stumble as she stepped back, grab at the bear for support. And if that expression wasn't, surely the greater horror when she saw what she was being used for was. Eyes reflecting swollen stomach, too big for just [i]one[/i] baby, the way her body bounced, even-bigger-than-before breasts wobbling up and down either underneath hospital gown, or bare to the camera. Each would be nicely lewd in its own way, wouldn't it? And [i]then[/i] everyone would get to see a tweenaged scav trying to do math. Looking from her swollen, bouncing stomach in the window down to the one on her body here. Mouth working, silently forming numbers. She ended up having to use her fingers. And still had no words when she looked up at the bear, absolutely shattered, her twitching expression looking like it wanted to contort so hard into grief it came apart, but didn't quite know how. "P-please make him stop." Oh, almost no words! Was Pity getting audio with the window too? since a boar man had to be getting some nice [i]Plaps[/i] off her slim body. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Oh they were bare to the camera alright! There [i]was[/i] a hospital gown present, but someone had helpfully hiked it up around her neck for the sake of the show. Her tits looked... somewhat bruised, too. Maybe that was the real role of the gown: covering up the evidence when they were putting on a front of caring for the poor little techno-coma victim. And yes, there was also audio! "Now now Charity, don't be rude. He'll stop when he's finished," bear again, big paws going from massaging to stroking down her arms, encouraging them behind her back... _click_. Again, anachronism against the primitive backdrop of the torture chamber, but metal cuffs like the solid pair had just been slipped around Charity's wrists were just so much more convenient! "Besides, we need to finish getting _you_ ready for your last, most important vote." Cuffs also made it so much easier to hold Charity steady as the bull emerged from her audience again, brandishing another pair of chain-linked cuffs. Much too large for her ankles, though... but her tits? [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Which meant once again Pity got to hear that heavy [i]PLap Plorp Plap Plap![/i] of a kind-of-fat adult male body smacking off of hers. Jouncing truly-absurd, dark-nippled fatbags up and down along with her baby-filled belly. She had turned back to watch, and developed a shake again by the time the bear answered. Started to turn back toward him, and the croaking sob of a noise just turned into a louder [i]wail[/i] when he bound her arms behind her back. She even tried to run away, at least a few steps! But swollen belly and weakened limbs meant she made it all of a couple steps at best before the bear would have to catch her. Unless everybody wanted to see her smush boobs [i]and[/i] belly. It was a valid fetish! So it would be trembling tweenaged 'yote starting to cry at the sight of her body being used, at the sight of bruises she HAD to be familiar with on her breasts in the image, HAD to know what it meant about how people had been treating her body, and for how [i]long[/i] they'd been doing it. Hiccup, and another [i]wail[/i] when the bull came forward, trying to backpedal this time. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] At least catch her he did! But then, Charity falling over would just have made the next part even more awkward. Plus, it let him keep her steady as she tried to backpedal, into his front and against the inevitable hardness between his legs - and poking the small of her back. "Now now none of that," bull chiding as he hefted one oversized preteen tit, began to fit the cuff around it. "You haven't given up on winning us over, right? A proper little scav' sextoy wouldn't get scared about a little tit-bondage - ah shit these were fit for your tits before they got all litter-swollen. You can handle a little extra squeeze, right?" Cheerful as you like, as he got a little rough, squeezing and tugging at Pity's breast to work it through the leather ring. It was cushioned and everything! Would probably have been kind of comfortable, were it not now tit-chokingly small. He moved on to the other one. Boar in the feed was starting to grunt. Terribly unseemly, but between that and speed it was obvious he was about to become the who-knew-how-many-eth contributor to the mess between Charity's legs. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] By her expression, Pity clearly expected the leather loops to snap her breasts clean off. Enough the bull would have to exert some effort (however small) to hold her still and fit them over bloated funbags. Cinching them neatly to make them [i]taut[/i], bobbling in front of her chest as the girl squealed, bit her lip again. But her ears twitched toward the sound. And if she was still allowed to see the window - easy enough to move it along her sightline, right? - and the boar man [i]PlapPlapPlorpPlorpPlap[/i]ing against her body, it wrenched another sob out of her. Even a little stamp of a bare foot! "S-stop, stoppit make him STOP!" Barking angry at the air, up where 'the camera' might be. As if, even in spite of the gang bang she'd just gone through, the sight of someone raping Charity's unconscious body was such a different kind of violating she couldn't help that little angry spark returning. Until the next [i]squeak[/i] for her other breast being squashed into place anyway, bulging on the other end of the leather loop. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Indeed, the view seemed more than happy to move itself around, lest Charity lose sight of it! Her angry plead-demanding only getting a chuckle as the other breast was levered into position, the two now fetchingly taut and linked by that short chain. "Oh as if one more load would -" begun, before suddenly there was a commotion from the feed! Someone out of view hissing, 'Shit, the mom's coming!' and so inspiring a would-otherwise-have-been-hilarious (was, for most of the onlookers) scramble on the boar's part to get out of the little girl, _yank_ her rumpled gown down and the sheets up. He was [i]just[/i] finishing rushing to get his scrubs back on when the door to the little private room opened, a man's voice saying something about being so sorry there hadn't been any change since they had managed to get that link with the message, how he wasn't sure he was comfortable with Charity's mother keep coming and putting herself through this... Not-unresponsive sex doll Charity got a _grip_ of her behind from the bear, just in case she forgot she was being sexually abused in the face of this little twist. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Admirable effort on the bear's part, since it was very obvious Charity did just that. Right from the words 'mom's coming', it was like the heavy-bellied, taller-by-an-inch-or-more child forgot all about the men around her, and the state she was in. The way her vagina gaped a moment in the view she had when the boar scrambled off her, hastily tugged hospital gown down and sheets up. None of it relevant, against, "M-mom?" Tumbled out of her mouth like Charity didn't know she was saying it. Even tried to step away from the bear and towards the window, when an adult coyote woman stepped into view at the bedside. "Mom. Mom! Momm-ee!?" That little hitch [i]up[/i] for the bear's grip, but no more attention paid him. The adult coyote had almost the same patterns in her brown fur as Charity, soft and pretty, and [i]very[/i] definitely the genetics Charity had gotten her precocious curves from. Her hair was a lighter shade, her face more strongly shaped than her daughter's, and her own significant curves covered by purple scrubs. But there could be no mistaking. Even without the woman only being able to hold together for a few moments, before her face twisted with sorrow looking down at the peacefully sleeping coyote tween on the bed. Brushing a hand gently across her forehead. [i]"Hey sweety. Mommy's here."[/i] "MOMMY! MOM, I'M HERE! MOM!" Charity in the game, meanwhile, was rapidly becoming unruly, chastising, groping, unfamiliar pregnant weakened body and restraints be damned. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Well isn't that a nice surprise," chuckle on the bear's part! But he wasn't going to let Charity dwell on the image of her estranged mother for long. "Eyes on the prize though, puppy." Cheery tone! As he drew the hook on its chain, not forgotten after all, into place between Pity's breasts, under the link between the 'cuffs' around her breasts... the over head chain went taut, and then began to pull. Someone working the other end? A mechanism? It was implacable either way, soon hauling Pity further and further from the chamber floor by her tits. That should help a bit with her struggling, not to mention free him of having to keep on fighting her efforts to be difficult. "'Everyone ready for Charity's last, big vote?" The bear's manner was almost showmanly! And even earned a cheer from the assembled, variously naked men. Nobody but Charity seemed all that interested in the view of the woman and her peacefully unconscious daughter. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Really he might as well have been talking to the unconscious version of her in the real world, for all the response he got. Or, not quite accurate: she really did seem determined to try and run [i]toward[/i] the image! Tears tumbling down her cheeks while her mother took her hand, sat down at a chair at the bedside. Kept stroking across her forehead, murmuring words that got a bit lost amid Pity [i]howling[/i]. "MOM! I'M RIGHT HERE, W-WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP PLEASE, MOMMY!" Really it was only her feet suddenly leaving the floor that reminded her where 'here' was. The next shriek arrested in a "Hyrk!" as the hook hauled up on bulging, strained-taut breasts, left the child breathless as her feet left the floor. Kicking those feet though, long pretty legs wheeling and wobbling bloated belly and fat tits like she was trying to thrash free. [i]"And once you're back, we'll take care of the baby together-"[/i] "MOMMY! MOMMY WAKE ME UP! MOMMY, PLEASE!" Seemed like the girl had become very single-minded. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] They didn't even need to lift her far! Which was probably for the best, given the ceiling of the chamber, with its arrayed implements of themely and unthemely child torture, was not all _that_ high. In the middle of the space, roughly where they had gathered, it was [i]approaching[/i] two stories, but... still. Still the bear gave a sigh, shaking his head as Pity got so terribly distracted. "Fuck that MILF off already!" someone yelling, "She's holding up the best part!" He got a jab and a warning to shut up, for that. "Well then, I don't know if Charity will be joining in the fun, but I want you all to indicate whether or not we keep the little scav' as a sex pet!" the bear was still playing ringmaster, while two big [b]0[/b]'s manifested in the air in front of the dangling little 'yote girl. One red, one green. A moment later, the green began to tick upward, slowly building with, [b]1[/b], [b]2[/b], [b]3[/b]... "Oh, goodness, no dissenters yet? I should remind everyone, if we keep her, nobody is going to get that bonus they promised -" [b]7[/b], [b]9[/b], [b]13[/b]... [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And for all her hysteria, dangling 'yote girl DID get slightly distracted by the numbers. Tearful eyes looking back and forth, from the green number ticking up, to her mother at her bedside. [b]7, 8, 9[/b] [i]"And you're so strong, and smart, and I know you'll find your way back - "[/i] two crying coyotes in the space now, but the smaller one [i]had[/i] shut up. "M-Mommy. Mommy." Mostly. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The numbers were slowing down, but [i]still[/i] that big, red [b]0[/b] was staying the same, while the green number continued to increment in fits and starts, as the audience one by one apparently decided that sharing a fat titted little pregnant scav' kid was worth sacrificing a bonus would at [i]least[/i] equate to a year's worth of wages, if not more. They were supposed to be selling their silence, after all. [b]18[/b], [b]22[/b]... That had to be it, right? There were a lot of men here - Charity had had intimate opportunity to count them all! - but between the green number having stopped, and nobody seeming to be fidgeting anymore... Awfully long moment though, when you were dangling by darkening funbags and mother was torturing through comforting words all the while. "Come on now," that male figure again, "The doctors have tests they need to run, we don't want to get in their way." It was the man had shown Charity's mother into the room, taking her gently by the arm to encourage her out even as a group of scrub-wearing professionals filed in, accompanied by a covered metal trolley. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Big heaving gulps of breath, Charity's eyes wrenching back and forth now, a visible effort to go with her now dark red bloated boobs. Small twitches of her feet, biting her lip as her mother talked about the space they could make at home for a crib. How she'd be there for her more, she promised. [i]That[i] one punched a [b]sob[/b] out of the little girl again, and it was back to wailing when her mother jumped at the words, looking up startled at the man as if she'd forgotten there were other people around [i]her[/i] too. [i]"I'll be back tomorrow, Charity. I promise."[/i] The woman leaned down, pressed a kiss against her daughter's forehead. Charity SOBBED, dangling above the floor "N-No No mommy don't go, stay, mommy stay with me PLEASE STAY!" Shouting at the window like she could will her unresponsive real body to move. Like she was probably trying to make it do. But her mother stood up, and stepped out of frame, while Charity BAWLED louder. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] In the end, they waited for Charity to settle down. Maybe not become cooperative again, but surely she couldn't continue making more noise than was comfortable to speak over, forever. "She's suspicious, you know," called up at the dangling 'yote, the numbers still hovering either side of her. "I don't know what you did, but ever since that letter they let you send, Mommy Charity's been paying out to some scummy PI." Bear began to walk away from her, too - or where she had been, before the hauling up by her tits. "Pretty sure he's stringing her along for her savings. It's a good thing you're not going to need that college fund now, huh?" Funnily enough, the 'nice' bear was standing more or less underneath that big, red [b]0[/b]- [t][b]1[/b][/t] He'd said it needed to be unanimous, hadn't he? [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] They all knew exactly what kind of lung capacity Charity had. Pretty intimately for many of them now, right? So she did keep BAWLING for a bit, before she didn't so much calm as run briefly out of breath to continue. Her purpling boobs couldn't have helped. But it left the bear time to speak, and fill her in! Enough even to drag her eyes away from the still-lingering window that she clearly hadn't considered the significance of, back to him. A complex series of emotions twisting over her sloppy-from-sobbing face...and then the little gasp and hitch of breath, and how pale she went. "W-wai...that's...I-I did what you said, [b]I DID WHAT YOU SAID![/b]" Scratchy-voiced scav's throat really HAD to be in a state, because that sound was even more ragged than her usual. But then, she'd been doing a LOT of howling. Jerking around where she dangled, kicking pretty legs, wobbling fat belly and bulging tits and [b]"I DID WHAT YOU SAID! Y-YOU CAN'T!"[/b] ANGRY and terrified and panicking all at once. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The bear pantomimed an apologetic face, sucking a breath over his teeth and then, "I'm sorry Charity, but I've got my own baby girl, and [i]she[/i] heard Daddy's taking her on a trip to Dubai." There wasn't... laughter, as such, but an air of amused relief from the rest of the men had all had a go on the panicking-furious little girl. Apparently, some had been worried the bear wouldn't keep his promise not to give Pity that last, critical vote! "But don't worry, we'll give you a proper send off!" something was rumbling below where Charity dangled, beneath the stone floor. "_And_ we're going to make sure Mommy gets to keep her pretty little sleeping princess." In the feed window, the gaggle of orderlies no longer had their masks on, and they'd uncovered their trolley. Car batteries were not standard medical kit, generally. Nor were big, non-conductive pairs of gloves. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Staring, mouth agape for long seconds. Shaking that could be from all the...everything, or could be from something else? Eyes drifting more than intentionally moving back to the window, to all the people dressed like doctors who'd taken masks off like doctors didn't do, and...batteries. Not medical things for testing. She knew what grown men used car batteries for with girls like her. Teasing comments from her uncle during other movies had made sure of that. "I-I hope she hates you." Tumbled out of her as unwittingly as her first mumbles of 'mommy' had. Eyes back to the bare...and the girl's face [i]contorted[/i] in anger. "I hope she [i]HATES YOU![/i]" SCREAMING at him, with all the viciousness a truly furious canine could muster. Lips wrenched back in snarling rictus and all, eyes too-wide and glittering and [i]"I HOPE SHE CHOPS YOUR DICK OFF AND PUTS IT UP YOUR BUTT! I HOPE SHE BEATS YOU TO DEFTH IN A HOTEL AN MAKES MAGGOSH EAT YOUR GUTS! I HATE YOU I HATEYOU!"[/i] Possibly not-quite-rational little 'yote, anymore? If the so-angry-she-was-slurring-her-speech was anything to go by. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] He winced at Pity's tirade, before smiling and giving a little, "What can you do?" shrug. Maybe they'd have to lower Pity's volume temporarily, but whether for her greater suffering, or the benefit of the audience beyond the cameras, he still had more to tell! "See, when they kill you cubs for real in here? Your brains get one, last flash from the game telling you to die. Well we can't have that, it's far too mean. So -" Pity's feed window expanded, lost its transparency. They wanted to be [i]sure[/i] the little girl, dangling from tits that looked like they might eventually drop off, got a good look at what was going on. One of the orderlies had what could only be called a 'contraption' in his paws, now covered by those big, thick gloves. Multiple coils of copper wired into the battery, all wrapped around a long, thin piece of darker metal. "Careful now," 'nother of the 'doctors', as that first - some kind of rodent? He had terribly slim, delicate arms and hands - lined up the needle like shaft with Pity's eye, held open by a colleague. And then, ever so carefully, ever so slowly, he moved it forward, sinking the rod down the side of Pity's fugue-shuddering eyeball with nary a hint of red for so doing. And... then the view was obscured, one more doctor pulling down his mask to reveal a [i]very[/i] familiar, smiling faced coyote - "Hey honey! I've been watching your adventures; good job in there! Especially beating up that wolf bitch. And wasn't that a great walk down memory lane? These guys say you'll die if they don't do this quick, but I get to explain while they set it up. So, they're gonna use a hot wire to burn out the bit of your brain's keeping you hooked up in there. Probably means you're staying a veggie, but don't worry, I won't tell if you don't. And don't worry about your mom! She's always been kind of thick; I'm sure I can explain away all the kits your comatose puppy mill cunt's going to be popping out going forward." [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Maybe it would be volume down? Or maybe Charity would just run out of things to scream at him, all but foaming at the mouth again even with her breasts growing ever [i]darker[/i] purple. Not that it would be necessary when she saw what they were doing. Her eyelids held open, and that long, thin needle placed. And pushed. Twelve-year-old's breath catching as it slid [i]in[/i] as if she'd been stabbed where she dangled! Mouth still open, working a little, but no further sound. But lest anyone think what they were doing to her in reality had already affected her here, then there was her uncle! With the comparison of her 'MILF' mom so recent, it was probably easy to see he had to be her uncle on her [i]father's[/i] side. And that maybe that was where Pity's height came from? And Charity went stiff, all the way to toes splaying again at the sight of him. Staring while he spoke. Finished. She even stayed quiet as he winked at the camera, and stepped out of the way. And only then did she start [i][b]screaming[/b][/i]. Terror and [b]anger[/b] and more all tumbled together, like she was trying to make up for a lifetime of abuse in the minutes? Seconds? Before they burned her Self out of her skull. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] The sound from below her suddenly grew louder, as a section of the floor simply flickered away. Revealed a bank of whirling, toothed cylinders, working hungrily against one another. Her chain gave a threatening little drop, but only an inch or so. "Aaand bye-bye scav'," someone in the feed chuckled, before the [i]click[/i] of a switch being thrown. The battery sparked briefly, but behaved thereafter... could she feel it already? They weren't running electricity into her after all, just using it to rapidly heat that metal spoke was lodged up behind Charity's brow. And then the coils started to glow. The spoke didn't; dark metal seemed to have been chosen and shaped to ensure one end got hot before the other, thus to minimize any outward sign where it had gone in. Nonetheless, a thin curl of grey vapor began to rise from Pity's eye socket - [i]Click[/i]. Procedure done. Someone making the inevitable 'Think we'll be able to tell the difference?' quip while the rod was withdrawn with similar care. Pity would absolutely be able to feel it, too. Not as anything specific, but as of that moment? Her brain was no longer in the loop. Just like that fake Trixie, the Pity hanging by her tits above an eager grinder was a data ghost, and no matter how unnoticeable to the audience, something fundamental was no longer contributing to the picture. "'Techs say you won't work like this for long - they're not gonna shut down *Minerva so you can run on her backbone like they did for the rich vix', not for another knocked up scav' slut. But don't worry! Somehow I don't think we're gonna need very much longer anyhow." As the bear explained, the chain above Pity was emitting soft clinking noises as it started to lower her, back towards where the floor had been. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And Pity's [i]finally[/i] shut up for a second at the sound beneath her. Jerking her gaze down, and it was a good thing the grinder was so wide: she'd never have seen a smaller hole past her obscenely bloated tits and belly! "Aaand bye-bye scav'," Woop, that brought her attention back though. "No! No NO NO [i][b]NO! NO NO NO NO NO STOP STOP![/b][/i] Pity's life in a nutshell. Her uncle was even there, possibly in-picture. Sporting an obvious erection. Little girl dangling over the grinder HOWLED, As if by making enough hysterical noise she might stop what was happening, the smoke curling up from her eye. And when it was done the dangling little girl was...absent, for a moment. Nothing fancy like her face had gone blank or anything, just that her expression seemed frozen still. She certainly wasn't [i]pretty[/i] anymore, that was for sure. Young face marked by stress lines carved along her eyes, her mouth. Face still sloppy with slime from mouth and nose and eyes all running their liquids together. [i]Clink-clink-clink[/i]. Staring amber eyes jerked when the rest of her did, another wobble of bloated belly, bulging and darkened unto purple-black breasts. The little girl looking down at what was waiting for her below. "Muh..." Oop, words! And what did a series of data packets that [i]thought[/i] it was Pity do in response to what was about to happen?" "Muh, *Minerva..." Ah. "M-*Minerva! Help! Help! *Minerva helph, help me! Help meeeee!" Starting to kick still-pretty legs, bare toes curling, splaying as the whirling blades grew ever closer. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Aww, the dumb scav' seriously thinks the little goddess cares?" from the rat, as he and a good few others slouched forward for a better view of the grinder, and the child being slowly lowered toward it. "Even a pretend god isn't going to care about a fucking 'yote!" Someone else. Antlers, Unfamiliar except perhaps for their cock. "Perhaps we should suggest that; a special note to treat coyotes more dismissively," the bear's thoughtfulness mightn't even have been pretend! "Especially the little girl ones. Have them call it the Pity protocol." That got a good few chuckles, as Pity's ever-so-weak-feeling (months of not being used, all imported by her update!) legs got ever nearer the bright-polished, whirling machine mouth below. Not to _mention_ her tail. No matter how much noise Pity made, the moment when her toes brushed those milling grinders was inevitable. Sure the first [i]skip[/i] off them might be saved from by reflex, but then the next half inch lowered and... [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And if nothing else, [i]that[/i] really was something special. The first metallic [i]shing[/i] and a little thread of red, the HEEK as Pity yanked her legs up. Her 'much too weakened by the updated months of disuse to [i]stay[/i] up' legs. So as funny as it might have been to watch the 'yote bitch go into the grinder ass-and-tail first, her legs dropped down and it was her toes that got caught and YANKED down. And the [i]sound[/i] she made! Everybody watching had heard Pity make such a remarkable range of noises thus far! The kind of screaming she did mid-rape, the kind she did mid-panic attack, the yelps and shrieks and cute squeals for fucking and groping and pinches and spanks. To say nothing of the sounds she made when angrily hitting a mad wolf bitch, or snatching bits of happiness with a little bunny inside of her. This wasn't [i]any[/i] of those. It wasn't even like the mad, feral-animal sound she'd made while burning to death mid-rape. Really, it might well be a sound nobody watching had ever heard before! With Pity's eyes bulging fit to escape her head and her mouth stretched so wide fresh stretch lines could be seen cracking themselves into her face. And the [t][i][b]HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGCCKKH! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGCKH, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGCKH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGKCH![/b][/i][/t] And even with the sheer [i]volume[/i] and unholy, ear-splitting worse-than-animal pitch of it, it couldn't drown out the [b][i]SPKRLLCCKK-SPLKCHLCHKRRCCSPLRCH[/i][/b] of those pretty legs crushing and splintering and splattering down into the whirling blades. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Not a few ears were flattened among the onlookers. All while ratings amongst the illegal viewership [i]spiked[/i], even compared to Pity's performance in the face of her ignorant mother and crowing uncle before the lobotomy. They were all pretty quiet, too. Maybe there were a couple present reconsidering their involvement... but the vast majority watching? Their expressions were almost entirely awed, watching the little coyote scream the chamber down while not a few erections recovered just watching - The lowering paused. The machine didn't, mind! And for a horrible moment it was still biting and ripping at Pity's legs, using the disintegrating hold it hand on - well, by now - her hips to [i]yank[/i] at stretching young tits. Like it was desperate to pluck her wholesale from her suspension before it ran out of pretty leg remains to rip away. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] And the pause [i]jounced [/i] screeching 'yote where she dangled, purple-black breasts giving a wobble while her fat preggo stomach did the same, bouncing down desperately close to the grinder blades. While what was left of Pity's legs wiggled and 'kicked' above the chewing, red-streaked metal. The moment's pause in her skin and muscle and bones all sheering away did arrest that [i]NOISE[/i] from the 'yote though. Ugly trauma-marked face turned upward, right toward where the camera always was. Her mouth hanging open, foaming at the corners, eyes unblinking. A shift of her jaw, a little gulp. [i]"m-mommy. mommy."[/i] whispered-out, reed-thin voice, barely audible through the scratchiness. [i]"mommy, suh-sahv me. mommy. mommy!"[/i] Little pitch [i]up[/i] at the end, until it cracked into silence on the last vowel. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] "Aww -" someone commenting, although it was a horribly incongruous sort of 'how cute' sound rather than one of any kind of empathy. And even the little positive [i]that[/i] represented was spoiled by someone following it up with a jeered, "Hey Charity; any second now - no more rape!" Of course Pity's pleading came to absolutely nothing. Well, almost nothing. "She's not your mommy anymore you dumbass sim'!" Earned a round of laughter, even if Pity probably [i]was[/i] too broken by pain and horror to get her head around a philosophical point like being severed from family by the border of real and digital. The chain lurched down further. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] Sure, rendered-ugly-by-trauma Pity might not be expected to grasp deep philosophical points! And with the actual basis of herself absent, even less so. So maybe it was just the best the simulation could do in response to the stimulus of being obviously mocked! Or maybe ruined little coyote girl still [i]was[/i] smarter and more aware than people gave her credit for. Either way it only amounted to a wrenching little gasp and [i]squawk[/i] of a noise. Before the blades caught the stumps jutting from her hips. [t][i][b]huuUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGCCKKH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGHCKKglup![/b][/i][/t] That [u]noise[/u] again to go with the view of her vagina [i]shredding[/i] into bits and slivers, the [i]SPLKRNCH[/i] of her pelvis cracking and splintering apart against gory metal. Fat 'yote butt all [i]Plplplplplplpl[/i] as it was torn away in raggedy pieces. Definitely no more rape now! She ought to be cheering, right? Pity's fat preggo belly jiggled for a second at the kiss of metal blades, then [i]burst[/i]! Out tumbled a [i]bunch[/i] of babies - about six, if anyone managed to count! - and then it was thick sloppy ropy guts unspooling into the churning red-slicked metal, an obvious [i]SPlrrpSLrpSlrpSlrpSlrpSlrp[/i] sound as Pity [i]finally[/i] shut up. Well mostly. When the chain stopped lowering again, she was [i]still[/i] not quite dead. Maybe the simulation, not knowing what to do with itself? Or maybe that famed coyote durability? Pity dangling there from strained-near-to-bursting breasts, nipples flattened on the end of black-purple veiny balloons. Hands shredded away, her be-stumped arms twitching, and the bottom of her rib cage visible beyond tattered skin, her few remaining organs dangling out. And [i]still[/i] a little twitch-twitch from her eyes, and wheezing keening noise out of her gawping mouth. Like she couldn't even have the mercy of going into shock, now. [u][b]Flowerfall[/b][/u] Albeit guts had less 'unspooled' so much as been [i]sucked[/i] out - someone made a comment about getting their tie stuck in a paper shredder, and earned an annoyed smack for their trouble. And that spill of babies. Nobody commented, but it clearly leant something to the tone. Even if every last person watching realised that there was absolutely no way anything was being simulated for [i]them[/i], for a blessing. Light as what remained was, the sheer force of being near those blades was jerking her on the end of the chain, too. Swaying that seemed to snag in the air and then twitch down - "'You think [i]this[/i] one'll finally get through to that braindead 'chee?" And then an abrupt, "Got 'er!" as something splattered across Pity's wrought, tear-smeared cheek... oh, there was the bear. Gazing down on her with that smile - "Goodbye Pity." She even got a little wave, as the chain clinked down the rest of the way into the grinder.. and then much more sharply as it, too, was snarled into the whirling blades. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] From the window, her uncle's voice drifted out, "You know what's crazy? I actually bought her the game to be nice." One eye winched shut against twelve-year-old's (technically) very last splatter of semen! And the other even twitched toward the bear! And then down she went! Leather shredded, and strained-unto-tearing bloated fatbags finally [i]BURST[/i] on the blades, splattering fatty flesh everywhere as the grinder caught the child's hair, YANKED it down like it had her guts so her face was aiming up right to the very last second it crumpled inward and burst apart too. And one amber eyeball escaped! Popped up into the air, bounced, bounced...splattered apart on the metal. In the weeks and months to come, several things of note would happen. Charity would go home to her mother's house. Prudence was a nurse, and so very able to care for her tragically vegetative daughter. Even if, between her job, and how much of her savings was going into the private investigator she'd hired, the woman was run ragged with it. Her daughter would see a brief stint back in the hospital, when it came time for her babies to come out. Six startlingly healthy pups! Good genetics and all. Of course Prudence couldn't possibly hope to care for all of them, even with her brother-in-law's greater presence at the house now, his increased help caring for her daughter extending to the single little girl she was able to adopt out of the litter. She named her Piety. The other five babies were all but immediately adopted, though Prudence would never find out to where. The hospital assured her they were good, well-off families. Videos surfaced on the dark net almost immediately after, of an infant coyote girl, wailing shrill and maybe a [i]little[/i] bit scratchy while getting a sharpie shoved up her newborn butt. [u][b]Pity[/b][/u] "Faith" became a little sensation on the darkweb pretty much immediately too: an infant girl getting facefucked [i]that[/i] violently, that often, and having her tiny baby asshole stretched, could hardly not! Even a coyote. Margaret Williams, a little brown mouse and one of Charity's two best friends, was abducted soon after. Video eventually surfaced on the dark web of her being raped and tortured to death over the course of several days by an unidentified canine, who then buried her in a nondescript patch of woods, upside-down with her lower body sticking up into the air, legs flopped wide open. The Williams' and Prudence commiserated in their heart-cracking grief. And while little Faith did have a popular video titled 'spending time with Mommy', where her tiny squalling face was crammed between fat brown cheeks up against a pretty pink asshole? Well, her mommy being unresponsive wasn't enough of a clue to anyone for her videos to [i]stop[/i] any time soon.