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I had my fun with this, but I don't think I can handle more commissions of this size. Perhaps in the future I may do some short ones, though. If I decide to try, I'll post a journal.

This story is meant to be a non-canon alternate scenario, but it could also fill the gap between the death of Sly's father, and Sly ending up in the orphanage.","writing":"Fall of the Cooper Clan\n\nBy MystBunny\n\n#####WARNING#####\n\nThis story contains violent and intense cub rape, abuse, injuries, and blood.\n\n#####WARNING#####\n\n“Go for it, boy!”\n\n\tSly nodded to his father and gulped as he peered off the edge of the hotel rooftop. The only thing between him and the street far below was a tiny row of bricks hanging no more than a few inches out from the wall. To begin his father's course, he would have to hop down onto that tiny platform. He knew his father was ready with the cane in case he did fall, which he had done many times before, but it was still a scary sight to an eight-year-old thief-in-training.\n\n\tHe glanced back to his dad, cane ready in one paw while puffing his pipe with the other, before taking a deep breath and inching to the edge of the roof. Trying his best to avoid focusing too much on the street lights below, he finally hopped down, landing on the bricks with considerable skill. That first obstacle almost never thwarted him anymore, but he still hated that first drop.\n\n\tShifting slowly along the edge, and carefully moving around a corner into a small alcove on the building. On the other side of the alcove, about six feet away, was another tiny brick ledge he had to jump to. It took him a few months before he was finally able to make that jump for the first time. He looked up, reassuring himself with the sight of his father peering over the edge of the roof with that cane in his paw, before leaping the gap, and turning in mid-air to land on the ledge with his back to the wall, breathing a sigh of relief.\n\n\tAt this point, the only thing left of this obstacle was another corner. Once around that, he looked down the row of balconies hanging off the rooms of the hotel. One ledge had a green ribbon tied to it. That was his destination. He crept along the side of the wall until he reached the first balcony, and leaped the gaps between them until he arrived at his target. Sly peered down the rows of balconies until he spotted the one with a blue ribbon attached, and made a mental note how many rooms away it was.\n\n\tSly took a small tool from his front pocket, and carefully wedged it into the balcony window, slowly, silently picking the latch, and sliding it carefully open. Slipping into the dark room, he spotted the rooms occupant, an elk, sleeping in the bed. With careful, silent footsteps, Sly inched towards the bed, and carefully, slowly slipped his paw underneath the pillow, gritting his teeth. The elk was huge and scary, and his heart raced at the thought of waking him, but eventually, he was able to withdraw his paw with a chocolate mint.\n\n\tWith the stolen mint in his paw, he moved silently to the hotel room door, and slipped outside. Now he could relax a moment while he moved down the hallway, slipping the candy out of the wrapper and into his muzzle while he counted the rooms. When he arrived at the correct door, he scanned the hallways, then took the tool from his pocket, slowly picking the lock on the hotel room door before silently opening it and slipping inside.\n\n\tHe clenched his teeth in frustration as he spotted the room's sleeping occupant. It was a rabbit. He hated when dad chose a rabbit for this course. He'd awoken so many rabbits on previous courses before he finally made it past one. He closed the door agonizingly slowly, set a small timer he'd retrieved from his pocket for 2 minutes, and crept further in. For this test, he had to not only steal the mint, but he must do it within a time-limit. He placed the timer carefully onto the nightstand.\n\n\tSly held his breath as he leaned in and slowly gripped and lifted the side of the pillow, then grabbing his prize. He glanced back at the timer.. less than a minute left.. he took large, but careful steps towards the balcony window, retrieving his tool and slowly wedging it into the window again. His heart was racing. If he moved too fast, those big ears would pick up the sound, and if he moved too slowly, the timer would wake the rabbit.\n\n\tSliding open the balcony window also had to be done agonizingly slow. Sly clenched his teeth the entire time. He'd only get one shot at this for tonight, so he had to be masterful in his execution. Once the window was opened far enough for him to get through, he moved back to the nightstand as fast as he could silently move, picking up the timer.. 15 seconds.. His eyes widened as he crept with a rapidly pounding heart to the window.\n\n\tHe slipped out of the window and hit the timer. Phew.. 7 seconds to spare. He slowly closed the balcony window. As it latched shut, the rabbit's ears perked and he opened his eyes lazily. The little eight-year-old that violated his personal space was nowhere in sight, so the tired rabbit drifted back to sleep as Sly climbed the drain-pipe one balcony over with the timer in his teeth. He hoisted himself onto the roof once again where his father was waiting for him.\n\n\tWith a smirk, Sly's father outstretched his paw. Sly proudly trotted up to him, placing one mint, and the empty wrapper for the second in his paw, along with the timer. With a chuckle, he unwrapped the mint, popping it into his mouth as he led Sly to the next part of the course. This next part would have to be done under a very strict time-limit. Sly wasn't always able to complete the first part of the course, but he'd been getting better. Although he'd never finished the final test in time before.\n\n“Get ready, Sly... and... GO!”\n\n\tWith the timer set, Sly dashed to the first obstacle, a rope attached from the roof of the hotel to the next building across the street. His father kept to the side, close enough to grab Sly with that cane, should he happen to fall. An elaborate course built with pipes, ropes, narrow passages, ledges, and all other manor of trials awaited the young raccoon, but tonight was his night.\n\n\tSly jumped, climbed, shimmied, and crawled through every obstacle with a rush of adrenaline. He'd gotten a very good start this time, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. Then he came to the final obstacle, a zip-line. Grabbing the handle, he cleared the gap between buildings for the last time, and with one final swing at the end, launched himself into the air, quickly scanning the rooftop for the small crate with the target painted on the top.\n\n\tThe only other time he'd made it that far, he botched the landing, but this time, he was spot-on, landing perfectly on the crate. Breathing heavily, eyes lit up, Sly looked up at his father who teasingly eyed the timer, and turned it into view... Sly had beaten the target time by a mere 2 seconds. Sly's expression was full of glee and excitement.\n\n“Y.. YES!!”\n\n\tHe lept from the crate, nearly crashing into his father's abdomen with a hug. The older raccoon stumbled back slightly with a laugh.\n\n“You did it, boy!”\n\n“I did it!”\n\n“Looks like tonight's the night I pass down the Thievius Raccoonus!”\n\n\tAfter a gleeful cheer from the eight-year-old thief-in-training, the older raccoon passed Sly a bottle of water, which he excitedly opened and started to chug, choking himself in the process. He could hear his father laughing happily. After some coughing, and some pats on the back, the liquid seemed to me mostly cleared from Sly's wind-pipe, and the two sat against the crate, talking about the course, past experiences, and future advice.\n\n\tBoth went silent, however, when Sly caught a glimpse of something very briefly blocking the light of the moon. His father hadn't seen it, but he did notice the odd change in lighting. Both stood to their feet, eyeing the sky. Sly couldn't see it anymore, but his father noticed a faint silhouette against the stars. With a paw on Sly's shoulder, he watched the shape silently for several seconds.\n\n\tSly tensed as his father's grip suddenly and involuntarily became very firm. His father was trying his best to hide it, but something was definitely spooking his father, who fumbled into his pocket for a camera, following the object with it for awhile before snapping a few photos.\n\n“Let's get home.”\n\n\tWithout another word, he hoisted Sly on his back, letting the cub grab hold as he lept off the roof, hooking his cane into pipes, landing with masterful agility on ropes and lamp-posts before hitting street level. Sly normally loved taking rides on his father's back like this, but this one was different. He could feel his father's rapid heartbeat as the shot through alleyways and around corners until they finally arrived at their home.\n\n\tSetting the cub down, the older raccoon walked over to the bookcase, opening a shelf within and removing that legendary red book from inside. Sly could only watch silently as his father walked briskly past, sitting on the couch and looking into the camera's digital screen as he flipped through the Thievius Raccoonus. He was very focused. Sly hoisted himself over the back of the couch, and immediately noticed the similarity of the silhouette in the photo to the page his father had opened to.\n\n\tThe older raccoon noticed as well, closing the book and taking a deep, calming breath before turning to Sly.\n\n“Sly, listen carefully. I want you to quickly go into your room and pack up. Pack only things that can't be replaced if need be, alright? Quickly, son.”\n\n\tSly nodded and rushed into his room, eyes shifting before he spotted his backpack, and immediately took it, and started putting irreplaceable things into it. His father had him running drills like this all the time, so he knew what to go for, but this time seemed very serious. He quickly scanned the room before stepping out. His dad had a light pack of his own.\n\n“You ready?”\n\n\tSly nodded, and with a grasp of his paw, the two briskly walked for the door. The door was opened, and a loud engine sounded from the end of the street. Sly started out the door, but he was quickly pulled back inside. The older raccoon slammed the door shut, latching both locks before peering out the window, watching a van hastily arrive with a screech right outside the door.\n\n\tWith wide eyes, the adult gripped Sly by the shoulders and hurried him through the living room, into the master bedroom, and shoved the frightened eight-year-old into the wardrobe. He wasn't hiding his fear anymore. He couldn't.\n\n“Sly, listen to me. I want you to stay in here. No matter what you hear.. no matter what you think is happening, do NOT leave this wardrobe! Do you understand?”\n\n“Dad, what's..!”\n\n“Sly! Do you understand?”\n\n“I...”\n\n“Don't leave this wardrobe no matter what! Please, son!”\n\n“O.. Ok..”\n\n“I'll try to lead them away..”\n\n“Who's th..!”\n\n“Sly, listen! After they're gone, go to the police..”\n\n“The police?! But..”\n\n“I'll try to meet you there later! Stay here!”\n\n\tWithout another word, the wardrobe doors were closed, leaving the terrified cub in darkness as he listened to his dad's hasty footsteps towards the living room. It wasn't long before the sound of the front door being bashed open shot through the house. Sly squeaked in shock. Some muffled voices were all the little raccoon could hear. Even though he couldn't understand them, it was apparent that his father had been trying to cool the situation down with witty diplomacy, but to no avail. The intruders had no interest in negotiating.\n\n\tSly gasped as gunfire sounded through the wall, the sound of wood splinters raining down on the floor, then an explosion that almost made Sly scream out in terror. After that, everything went silent. He couldn't hear his father's voice anymore, only the voices of the intruders, and he made out only two words for certain... “Thievius Raccoonus.”\n\n\tSly couldn't take the suspense anymore. What happened to his father? He slowly opened the wardrobe and tip-toed over to the bedroom door. Through the small crack in the door, he could see a hole in the floor surrounded by black charred marks, and laying next to it was his father, eyes closed, not moving, his shirt torn to shreds. Sly's heart raced, and he started to open the bedroom door, but suddenly those eyes opened, shooting Sly a harsh look. Full of relief, the little raccoon cub slowly hid himself back behind the door as those eyes closed again.\n\n“Found it! Let's scram!”\n\n\tA VERY large bulldog led the charge towards the front door, Thievius Raccoonus clutched in one of those gigantic paws, and an SMG in the other, but as soon as he got close to the raccoon he thought was dead, he suddenly sprung to life, bringing the cane straight up between Mugshot's legs.\n\n“ARGH you.. my scrotium! You little piece of--”\n\n\tMugshot was shakily aiming his SMG while the older raccoon scrambled to his feet, spinning into a strike on Mugshot's temple, which sent him crashing unconscious onto the floor. He quickly hooked the Thievius Raccoonus with the tip of his cane, flinging it into his paw, and without missing a beat, started running for the front door. However, after a mere three strides, he stopped short, widened eyes staring in the direction of a strange whirring noise.\n\n\tThe sound of rapid fire filled the house as blood shot from the back of the raccoon's legs, sending him collapsing to the floor. Sly's body shook violently as he heard screams of pain the likes of which would give him nightmares for the rest of his life as his father clutched his bloodied and now useless legs. His screams were cut short as a bloated frog slammed down on his chest, pinning the raccoon to the floor as the sounds of ribs cracking echoed, followed by short gasps for air.\n\n\tSly froze in shock as his father weakly raised the cane, only to have a scaly tail from an alligator woman slap it out of his paw. Sly stood frozen and terrified. He'd never witnessed such violence and evil, even in the movies. Heavy footsteps approached, a massive panda kneeling over the body of the defeated raccoon, his massive paws gripping the sides of his enemy's head.\n\n“Walk proudly into the honored hall of your clan, Cooper.”\n\n\tWith no remorse or hesitation, the giant panda jerked the raccoon's head to the side. There was a loud pop, and Sly felt horribly sick as he watched the arms of his father jerk up, and then fall lifelessly onto the floor. Frozen in absolute shock, he watched as the frog revived the unconscious bulldog, the five intruders then each tearing out sections of the Thievius Raccoonus, and as if that wasn't enough, the alligator was the last to leave, insisting on removing one finger from the dead raccoon before the victorious gang exited the house, and the roaring engine and the sound of metallic, flapping wings signaled their exit.\n\n\tSly, of course wasn't the only one who witnessed the deadly assault on the Cooper residence. Little did Sly or his father know that just across the street from them was an envious rival thief. The fox peered through his binoculars as the commotion came to an end, the Fiendish Five darting away from the besieged Cooper residence. The fox wouldn't waste this opportunity. He hurried out and across the street, sliding open the broken door.\n\n\tThere was the dead raccoon in the middle of the living-room floor, with his eight-year-old son, sobbing louder with every frantic second as he desperately tried to wake the lifeless corpse of his father. The fox grinned toothily. This was wonderful! He wasn't skilled enough to oppose the Cooper Clan directly, but he was patient, and it payed off. All that remained of his rival was a sobbing cub.. and that would be his prize.\n\n“Well, well, well.. The notorious Cooper Clan is no more, it seems.”\n\n\tSly's body shook with fright as he heard the new voice from the doorway. His terrified eyes met the fox's for the first time, and that toothy grin hinted that he wasn't here to help anyone but himself. Sly stood quickly, and fumbled for the cane on the floor, quickly wielding it in an empty threat. The fox laughed out, and slid the door shut, his laughter only making the intimidated cub shake with fright, tears still fresh on his face from what he had just witnessed. Anders stepped slowly towards the trembling cub.\n\n“Now, if you want to make it out of this with as little pain as possible, you're going to tell me--”\n\n\tAt that moment, Sly stepped forward, swinging the over-sized weapon at the intruder. The fox might not have been as skilled as his rival, but he was no easy challenge, particularly for a distressed eight-year-old. The fox calmly stepped back just enough for the first swing to miss, and quickly hooked the cane with his arm. Spinning it to the handle, the skilled fox slapped the Cooper cane into the stumbling raccoon's rump, causing him to throw his weight back with a scream as he fell forward and onto his knees, and with the pain shooting through his legs, couldn't support his full weight, sending him onto the floor.\n\n\tAnders knelt, planting his knee between Sly's shoulder-blades to keep him pinned as he tapped the end of the cane on the floor in front of the sobbing boy's nose.\n\n“As I was saying.. You're going to tell me where the Cooper vault is, and I'll let you get away from this with JUST a bad memory.”\n\n\tSly wasn't ready to give in just yet, shooting both paws behind him, claws digging DEEP into the fox's thigh. Anders snarled in pain, grabbing both wrists and prying those now blood-stained claws from his flesh, breathing heavily through his teeth as he forced one arm under his knee, twisting the other painfully forward, causing the little raccoon to gasp and let out a never-ending grunt from the pain, eyes clenched as the fur on his cheeks grew more damp.\n\n“Where is the Cooper vault?!”\n\n“Let me go!”\n\n\tAnders jerked the arm forward again, triggering a scream from the helpless cub as the pressure quickly became excruciating. It didn't take long before Sly was willing to tell him any secret he knew.\n\n“Where is the Cooper vault?!”\n\n“AH It's! It's! It's in the dining room under the..!”\n\nSly screamed again as Anders increased the pain, tendons threatened to rip from his shoulder. “Not that vault, you little idiot! The FAMILY vault! The Cooper Family vault—the big one! Where the fuck is it?!”\n\n“Please! I don't.. I don't know what you..!”\n\n\tAnders forced the sore arm under his other knee, straddling the grounded cub, pressing his paw onto the top of Sly's head and grabbing a paw-ful of head-fur. Sly sobbed and squirmed underneath as the fox slowly brought Sly's head back. Sly cringed as he heard the heavy breaths getting closer to his ear before the intruder spoke softly.\n\n“Where.. is.. the Cooper family vault? Where is your dead clan's amassed riches?”\n\n“I don't.. I don't..!”\n\n\tSly's response was cut short as Anders slapped the cub's nose against the carpet before raising his head again. Sly gasped, his eyes wide as pain shot through his face from the violent fox's interrogation. Sly was completely terrified, having no idea such a vault even existed.\n\n“Where is the vault?!”\n\n“I don't know!” SLAM!\n\n“Where is the vault?!”\n\n“I don't know! Please sto--!” SLAM! “PLEASE, I--!” SLAM!\n\n“Where is the vault?! …...” SLAM! “Where is the vault?!”\n\n“IN THE BASEMENT!” SLAM!\n\n“You can't have basements in this part of town, you idiot! Where is the damn vault?!”\n\n“I DON'T KNOW!! STOP!!” SLAM!\n\n“I can do this all night, you little fucker! Where's the vault?!”\n\n\tAt this point, Sly was reduced to loud sobs. At this point, Anders was sure that if Sly had known how to find the vault, he probably would have said so by now. Sly's nose was dripping blood onto the carpet, still cringing and waiting for the next painful slam into the floor. Listening to the helpless cub's sobbing was starting to produce a full tent in the fox's pants. Anders chuckled, causing his victim to shudder from the obvious enjoyment his attacker was getting out of hurting him.\n\n“If you can't tell me where your family's riches are, then you'll just have to make me rich another way. How bout we take your marketable little ass for a test-drive?”\n\n\tSly certainly didn't like the sound of that. He didn't know what it meant, but he was terrified nonetheless. He cringed as he felt the fox's fingers slipping into the collar of his shirt, choking the little raccoon as he was spun around, brought up to his knees overlooking his dead father in front of him. Anders slapped his torso and bulge against the small of Sly's back, using the boy's arms to hold the boy's body against his own, muzzle in Sly's ear again.\n\n“If you don't want to end up like your daddy, here, you're going to stay very still while I make sure your tiny body can handle this.”\n\n\tAnders's grip slowly loosened on Sly's arm. Grinning as the terrified cub didn't resist, just closed his eyes and sobbed, not wanting to look at the body, just wanting to survive the fox's cruel nature. Anders reached down and freed his canid shaft from its hiding place, letting it rest against the spine of the little raccoon.\n\n“Quite convenient that Coopers don't wear pants, hmm?”\n\n\tAnders's paws slowly slid around Sly's waist. Every muscle they touched tensed as those paws ran slowly through the soft cub's fur. Sly whimpered into his sobs. He didn't know what was going on, but every instinct in him was telling him to start running NOW! He didn't listen to them. He was too afraid to run. The blood running down his muzzle from his pulsing, hurting nose reinforced that fear. Those paws slid under his shirt, running up his tummy which twitched and tensed as those palms worked up to his chest, groping his childlike pecs as they pressed his body firmly against his attacker's.\n\n\tWhat came next was both confusing and scary. The fox leaned down, licking the side of Sly's neck. Sly instinctively tucked his head to the side to hide the exposed neck. One of the questing paws slipped out of Sly's shirt and gripped his head-fur, roughly pulling Sly's head to the side as he squealed in protest, exposing the neck once more. Sly shuddered, wanting to resist. He didn't like this treatment one bit as the fox's muzzle pressed against his neck, but he couldn't fight back.\n\n\tHe could only sob as the fox kissed softly on the boy's neck, his free paw sliding down Sly's tummy. To Sly's increasing discomfort, that paw then brushed firmly against his sheath, causing him to jerk with a gasp, his whimpers growing more intense. The innocent raccoon stayed still, aside from his constant shaking, but this was quickly getting more and more scary.\n\n“S.. Stop...”\n\n\tSly's nervous protest earned him a warning slap against his sore, bloodied nose, causing him to press firmly back against the fox's body as he yelped out in pain, his head shaking with pain as he groaned out from the punishment, reduced to a defeated sob once again. After several minutes of unwanted attention to his little sheath, it was finally released. The fox's paw slipped behind the nervous cub, gripping the boy's tail and slowly forcing it out of the way. Anders began rocking his hips, groaning as he continued to kiss and nibble the boy's neck as his cock massaged between those soft cheeks.\n\n\tSly could feel the fox's heartbeat getting faster, the fox's chest pressed against him from behind. Something was about to happen, and Sly didn't want to find out what. His own heart was racing faster and faster. He didn't know what to expect, except that it would be something he wouldn't like. Anders was more than happy to have Sly relatively silent, at least for now. He kept an ear out for sirens, but the police response time in this area of the city was abysmal, so he had plenty of time. He'd tested it extensively, so he knew about how much time he had to try out his new prize.\n\n\tPulling his hips back, he rested his tip on that untouched pucker. He wrapped one arm around Sly's hips to hold him still, knowing thrashing would be inevitable. He pressed his hips forward firmly, causing the little raccoon to grunt in discomfort. The fox had to be careful not to open him up too quickly, or he might waste the little raccoon's potential in a fatal rip. He slowly, patiently pressed forward, Sly's sphincter resisting and clenching as the little boy cried from the discomfort, though he believed this was the worst of it.\n\n\tAfter slowly rocking his hips in a patient effort, that sphincter was starting to loosen a bit. Anders groaned in anticipation as he pressed his hips forward again, causing the eight-year-old increasing discomfort as his tip began to penetrate, eventually causing the boy's body to warn him of impending pain. He had to weigh the decision to speak up carefully. He didn't want to get punished again, but the discomfort continued to grow, and he had no idea where it would stop.\n\n\tEventually, the fox's cock slipped forward, starting to gain some momentum going inside. Sly's body tensed, his little pucker clenching tightly on the fox's invading tip.\n\n“Wait! It hurts! Get it out! IT HURTS! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!!!”\n\n\tThose frantic pleas were getting progressively louder, working their way up to a scream. He cringed in anticipation as the fox responded physically, working Sly's arms behind his back and transferring his forearms into one paw, then gripping the back of Sly's head, bending the cub over and shoving his muzzle firmly into the blood-stained crotch of his dead father.\n\n“Shut up, slut!”\n\n\tAs much as Anders wanted to hear out protests fully, he still had to listen for sirens in case the police were surprisingly early. Sly froze as he touched his father's lifeless body, eyes wide in horror as he felt the lifeless flesh against him. There was no more warmth in his father's body. It was completely cold and starting to go stiff. It wasn't the familiar feeling of his fathers warm body, it was the feeling of death.\n\n\tSly's heart raced faster and faster, completely freaked out as he was pressed against the corpse. With a few quick breaths, breathing in that unfamiliar scent of death and dried blood, Sly started to scream muffledly into his father's crotch. His thoughts were no longer rational. He began to thrash violently, though held firmly by the horny fox. His screams turned to a gasp as the fox began to work his shaft deeper, his lungs expelling into his father's fur in a muffled shriek in pain as he painfully lost his virginity.\n\n“Ahhh finally.. Mmmmm...”\n\n\tContaining the freaked little cub's thrashing, Anders slowly began to slide his cock inside, every tormenting inch an inch more than his victim would have ever had forced into him. His young hole stretched further and further, eyes wide and wet as the thickest part of his shaft was yet to come, and when it did, the pressure pulled on the remainder of Anders's shaft, until his tip was pressed against the entrance to Sly's rectum, leaving the thickest part of the shaft just inside the boy's tailhole.\n\n“You.. NNGH!! ….mmh... and this... belong to me now...”\n\n\tAnders pulled back, letting the thick center slide past the cub's sphincter once more, and started to press in, ready to begin raping the distressed raccoon, but upon entering his prey a second time, Sly's body went limp, resting against his father's body with a shudder, and stopped, passed out. Anders snarled infrustration.\n\n“FUCK!! Urrgh, you lucky little prick..”\n\n\tSly's hole relaxed, and the fox slowly pulled his unsatisfied cock from the unconscious cub, stepping over the two bodies to begin searching and looting whatever he could find from the house...\n\n…\n\n\tThe little racoon's eyes fluttered open. For just a few seconds, everything was back to normal. Soon, however, the pain returned to his stretched sphincter as the seat below him shook slightly. His eyes shot open with a gasp as the startled boy's eyes turned to the fox. Sly was in a vehicle traveling down a highway, and he couldn't move his arms as they were tied at the fore-arm behind his back, and a tight seat-belt held him upright. The fox smirked as his captive awoke to his new situation.\n\n“Welcome back, little Cooper.”\n\n\tSly's wide eyes remained fixed on the fox. It began to sink in that he was a captive.. a captive to someone willing to hurt him for fun.\n\n“Obviously, your dad won't be able to take care of you anymore, so I've decided to adopt you.”\n\n\tTears started to form in Sly's eyes as memories of the deadly attack he was witness to were forced to the front. His emotions were enough of a wreck without the added horror of being held captive. His eyes shifted suddenly to the highway where the fox was about to pass a police car. Sly began thrashing, hoping to get the cop's attention.\n\n“HELP!! HELP ME!! POLICE!! HELP!!”\n\n\tThe fox remained completely calm, despite Sly's frantic attempts to get the cop's attention. It was only a few seconds before the police car was behind them. Sly turned his head to look behind him, whimpering and hoping the police car would turn around and come back to help him, but it continued on, causing Sly to sob in disbelief as the fox chuckled.\n\n“Oh, little raccoon, the cops don't give a shit about you. If they did, they would have been there before I looted your house and stuffed you in my car. Hell, they'll probably steal what I didn't.”\n\n“N.. No, they'll come looking for me!”\n\n“They only care about fines, boy, you're as good as dead to them. Even if they did, they won't come looking in my direction. I didn't kill your daddy, after all.”\n\nSly's sobbing intensified. “Let me go!”\n\n“Oh no, no, no, you're my most valuable loot, little Cooper. Everything else I can only sell, but your little ass is going to be tapped for decades.”\n\n\tSly didn't understand what the fox meant by tapped, but he knew it would be unpleasant. Anders idly rubbed his crotch as he listened to his frightened captive sobbing and begging to be let go. His knot bulged against his sheath and his pants, wanting another taste of his captive, or at least a good release. Sly's begging halted as Anders slid the front of his pants down, revealing the wet tip of his sheath, his cock peeking from it eagerly. He slowly slid the sheath down.\n\n“Suck on my cock, slave.”\n\n“Wh..”\n\n“Suck until I tell you to stop. You'll be dead in a second if you try to bite.”\n\n“That's..!”\n\n“Do it!”\n\n“NO!”\n\n\tAnders slowed the car. As he started to pull to the side, Sly's heart was beating rapidly. He was already regretting his outburst, but having to suck on someone's penis was such a gross thought, he couldn't bear to consider actually doing it. His eyes remained nervously fixed on his captor as the car came to a halt. As soon as they were over, Sly cringed at the sudden movement. He saw the strike to his muzzle coming a mile away, but he had no means of protecting himself.\n\n\tSly yelped in pain, barely having time to let out a hard sob before the fox's fingers curled onto his jaw, turning his eyes into the unmerciful eyes of the kidnapper.\n\n“Lesson one: The more you obey, the easier your new life will be. You'll do what you're told at your own pace, or at mine.”\n\n\tAnders opened the glove box, watching the trembling raccoon's eyes shift towards his paw as he produced a ring gag. Sly let out a cry of protest as his jaws were forced open, and the metal was forced between his teeth. His jaws were held uncomfortably wide by the metal ring. He let out wordless protests, trying to thrash his head as the straps were wrapped around behind, but all he managed to do was pin his own head in the corner where the door and the seat met, unable to move away as the fox hovered over him, attaching the straps.\n\n\tAs soon as they were secure, the fox turned his attention to the road, and slipped back onto the highway. Once he was up to an acceptable speed, Anders gripped Sly's headfur, pulling him roughly down into his lap. Sly squealed in protest as his forced-open muzzle was pressed down over the fox's shaft, cringing as he felt the pre-soaked tip rubbing onto his tongue, which he tried to pull away.\n\n\tAnders moaned lightly, and then forced Sly's head down even further, causing him to let out a short gag that was suddenly silenced, the fox's shaft quickly filling the boy's throat. Sly began to thrash as his air was cut off, unable to protest, and unable to pull away. Tears wet his wide eyes as his muzzle pressed against the fox's knot, thankfully too big to fit through the ring. Anders kept one paw on the wheel, watching the road and occasionally glancing down at the thrashing raccoon as he began to slowly force Sly's head up and down on his cock.\n\n\tSly couldn't gag, couldn't breath in or out, and he could hear those disturbing groans as Anders picked up the speed, using Sly's throat as a masturbatory aid. A paw full of head-fur, Anders raped the helpless racoon's throat, his body jerking and thrashing, arms pulling at their binds, wanting to push himself back enough to breathe.\n\n“Oh yes, this is so much better. Remember, though, you could have sucked my cock like I told you to do, then you would be able to breathe right now. Mmmmh you'll always have one chance to be a good little slave and obey. I just gave you three. You blew all of them. You're not off to a very good start.”\n\n\tAnders knew Sly wouldn't be easy to break. The Coopers had always been strong of will. Unfortunately for Sly, the sadistic fox was counting on that. It would give him pleasure until Sly was finally broken, and reputation when he did break.\n\n“Mmm, here it comes..”\n\n\tHaving not been able to seed Sly at his home, it didn't take long for the teased fox to start feeling the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. Sly's thrashing was intensifying. His body was begging for air, but that wasn't what he was about to get. The wet sounds of his throat sliding over the fox's hardening shaft became faster as the fox became more eager. Anders panted loudly, clenching his teeth and holding his breath as he worked himself towards the edge.\n\n\tAnders finally let out a loud groan as his seed released itself from his balls, spraying into the raccoon's throat with short spurts. Anders panted through his teeth as he held the boy's head down tightly, all the squirming and attempted breaths and gags massaging his throbbing shaft, coaxing more seed into his captive. Sly's plugged coughs continued to try to force their way through, and his vision was starting to become blurry and dark.\n\n\tAfter a few more torturous seconds, Anders's paw finally released Sly's head, allowing him to pull his throat free, gagging and coughing some of Anders's cum onto his pants. Sly pulled away as fast as he could, feeling dizzy as he uprighted himself, still hunched over, gagging and coughing endlessly, trying to expel the remaining seed from his throat. Anders used the back of his paw to clean some of the cum from his cock, jerking and gasping from the sensitivity, then wiped his paw against Sly's shirt. Sly barely noticed, however, as he continued to choke on the fox's cum.\n\n\tSly's coughs finally coming to an end, they started to give way to sobs. Why would anyone do something like that? Why did this fox want to hurt him so much? Sly's nightmare had barely begun, and the violated raccoon wanted out of it. Memories of earning the Thievius Raccoonus were still fresh in his mind, then in just a short while, his life changed forever. Sly sobbed endlessly through the ring-gag for the entire trip, his innocence shattered.\n\n\tThe trip ended at a luxurious house in a large field, surrounded by tall fences. Sly lifted his eyes as the car came to a stop at the gate, noticing a few hot-wires at the very top of the fence. This fence was obviously meant to keep someone from climbing it, but was it meant to keep people out.. or in? Anders exited the car, making his way to the security panel at the gate. Sitting alone in the car, sly realized this might be his only chance to escape.\n\n\tThe little raccoon began to squirm against the seatbelt. It was on pretty tight, and with his wrists bound behind his back, he couldn't reach for the door. He had to get the seatbelt off. Eventually, he was able to turn his body so that he could feel for the latch, then for the release. As he found it, he began to press, but nothing was happening. The release was wrapped in duct tape, making it difficult to get the latch pressed, but not preventing him entirely. However, each second he spent on the latch was another second closer to being taken inside the gate, where his chances of escape would dwindle quickly.\n\n\tFinally, with a click, the seatbelt released, and Sly shifted quickly, trying to feel for the door handle. He turned just in time to see Anders opening the driver side door. Sly's stomach turned, as the fox was sure to notice the released seatbelt, cringing as the fox's paw reached for him, and simply re-attached the seatbelt. The fox casually sat down and drove through the now opened gate, which automatically closed behind them. Sly whimpered as he watched it in the side mirror as the gate trapped him inside his captor's property.\n\n\tTo the helpless raccoon, the next several hundred feet down the driveway felt too short to his frightened mind. He whimpered as his eyes remained fixed on the front door. He didn't want to find out what horrors awaited him on the other side. He had a sickening feeling in his gut that something bad was going to happen as soon as he got inside that house. His heart beat faster as the engine was cut.\n\n\tAnders exited, and casually walked around to the passenger side, shooting sly a toothy grin from the other side of the windshield. That did it. Sly's eyes widened and he cowered intensely, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid as the fox opened the passenger side door and unhooked the seatbelt.\n\n\tThe horrified raccoon immediately lept from the seat, his father's training allowing him the skill to land efficiently on his feet without stumbling, and immediately rushing towards the gate, despite having no idea what he'd do when he got there. He felt Anders's paw brush his arm, which he quickly yanked out of reach and just ran. He didn't know where he could go, only where he wanted to go, which was far away from the evil fox.\n\n\tAnders growled as he missed the boy's arm and reached into the car, taking in paw that Cooper family cane. He took a quick arm, and hurled the weapon through the air, and just as sly heard the whoosh of the air behind him, he was struck hard in the back of the head. He let out a yelp as he stumbled forward, his orientation suddenly shifted. The side of his face his the gravel below, and he slid to a stop on his chest as his shirt tore in several places.\n\n\tSly's ears were still ringing from the shot as the fox's paw gripped him by his collar, starting to lift him from the gravel, then suddenly thrusting the boy back down, then doing it a second time. The whimpering cub's arms were positioned to protect his face, as a bit of blood trickled from his lip. His chest was exposed through his ripped shirt, and a few scrapes reddened the skin beneath his fur.\n\n\tAnders gripped the collar and hoisted Sly to his feet, his shirt giving an audible rip on the trip back up. Sly gasped as he heard this, eyes falling to his now damaged clothing, and began to sob hard. The nature of his whine caught Anders' attention.\n\n“I know you've had worse than that, boy, recently in particular.”\n\nSly's intense sobbing continued while he expressed his grief. “Daddy made me this shirt! I hate you!”\n\n“This shirt..”\n\n\tAnders spun the little raccoon to face him and grabbed the two torn shreds down the boy's chest, ripping them apart to tear down the middle of Sly's shirt as the little thief-in-training's eyes widened in shock, and Anders continued to rip the shirt to shreds.\n\n“N.. No! Not the shirt!”\n\n“This shirt is the past! Your daddy is the past! The Cooper Clan is the past! Your past is dead! Literally DEAD!”\n\n\tAnders collected the torn pieces of Sly's shirt, leaving the boy with nothing on but the binds on his arms, leaving him to only watch as his captor tossed the shreds through the bars of the fence. Sly could do nothing but wiggle his foot through the bars, reaching his toes towards the fabric that the wind was quickly blowing out of his reach, sobbing louder as he tried to cling to one of the last tangible pieces of the memory of his father.\n\n\tAnders pulled Sly's leg back through the fence and pressed his back against the bars, roughly grabbing the raccoon's muzzle. Sly tried to bite, but Anders responded violently with a quick punch across the 8-year-old's muzzle before re-establishing his grip, forcing the crying cub to look into the eyes of his kidnapper.\n\n“You're no longer a thief. You're no longer a Cooper. Your past is gone, and your future is with me. Your entire future is with me.”\n\n\tReleasing his grip on the cowering cub, Anders hoisted Sly over his shoulder, and began walking him towards the house. Lifting his head, Sly could see the remains of his shirt flipping through the grass as the wind blew by. He closed his watery eyes and buried his face into Anders's back. The fox provided no comfort in return, but Sly clung to it, rather than continue to watch the remnants of his stolen childhood blow away.\n\n\tSly looked up just in time to see the front door closing behind him. The home was rather luxurious, but it was still a prison, and certainly not the type of prison Sly would have imagined ever being in, should he some day fail as a thief. Anders locked the deadbolt, purposefully higher than Sly could reach from the floor... or could he? Sly's eyes darted around the immediate area, to the window, the coat rack, the decorative woodwork above the door, which was slightly protruding from the wall.\n\n\tHe didn't have long to examine the objects, but his conditioning allowed him to assess his options quickly before Anders placed him down on the couch. Sly gasped and sank into the back of the couch as the fox's lustful paw pressed into his chest, down his soft tummy, and between his legs, gripping at his boyhood in a most disturbing way.\n\n“Now then, slave, how about we continue where we left off back at your old place.”\n\n\tSly's body tightened, eyes wide as the scene seemed to materialize before him, pressed down on the cold body of his father, the fox's cock shoved painfully into him from behind again and again. Sly could almost smell the scent of his father's blood again as the fox's paws quested over his naked young body. The young raccoon cried out as he quickly threw his body to the side in an attempt to get off the couch.\n\n\tAnders quickly grabbed the boy's arm, chuckling as he roughly pulled Sly back in. Allowing his body to fall slightly in the direction he was being pulled, Sly fell against Anders's arm, and bit down into the fox's wrist as hard as his young jaws could manage. An adrenaline-fueled bite, combined with the sharpness of his cub teeth forced a release, and Sly wasted no time running for the door, wanting away from this situation NOW!\n\n\tAnders's grunt of pain morphed into an angry roar as he stood up, holding his pierced wrist. The raccoon didn't look back, leaping from the floor onto the edge of the window, using his upward momentum to thrust himself onto the top of the coat rack, and ride it as it fell towards the door. Sly was able to push himself up just enough to reach and grab the protruding woodwork at the top of the door, hanging by one arm as he reached for the deadbolt.\n\n\tWith a click, the door was unlocked, but Anders was right behind him, and with a quick punch to the back of Sly's head, slammed the boy's face into the door, stunning the cub into letting go of the woodwork and fall to the floor, squealing into a sob as he grasped his now bleeding nose with one paw, and reached for the door with the other, but alas, that paw was soon captured in the angry grip of the evil fox, who hastily forced Sly back onto the couch, and forced him down over the arm of the couch.\n\n\tSly struggled to pull himself all the way over the arm onto the floor where he could resume his escape attempt, but he was easily pulled back into place, and two shins pressed against the back of his legs to halt his progress, and his wrists folded behind his back, and held against him, keeping Sly helplessly trapped and vulnerable, his struggles made useless, with only the fox's mercy to hope for.\n\n“I'm sorry! I'm sorry I bit you! Don't hurt me like you did before! Please!”\n\nAnders wiped the blood from his wrist onto Sly's arm as he spoke, “I want you to know something. I'm going to punish you for biting me and running, and it's going to hurt, but this isn't it.” Sly could hear the fox shuffling with his pants out of view. “I'm going to fuck you whenever I feel like fucking you, whether you're good or bad. I feel like fucking you now, and hurting you to do it, but your real punishment will come later.”\n\n“NO!”\n\n\tSly tightened his sphincter as he felt the fox's tip pressing against it, but that only intensified the sharp pain as his 8-year-old tailhole was invaded again, and Sly was trapped over the arm of the couch, helpless to the fox's lustful desires. Sly's screams while the fox's shaft slid painfully into him were short, as Anders had his body pressed down hard against the arm of the couch, impeding Sly's ability to take anything but short breaths.\n\n\tAnders groaned out in pleasure as he worked his way back into his new slave, burying his shaft up to the knot before rocking his hips and forcing his way in and out of the helpless, screaming raccoon. As if being raped again wasn't bad enough, everything about it reminded him of his first time, bent over his father's dead body. Although faint, even the smell of blood was present.\n\n\tSly's mind was a wreck. He flailed helplessly under the tight grip of his captor, unmercifully abused. His face contorted with pain and he knew Anders wasn't going to stop. He knew Anders's will was for Sly to endure this unbearably painful abuse regularly. He couldn't imagine how he'd be able to cope with such torture at his master's bidding. He could only try to stop it and fail. Every tormenting thrust increased Sly's need to escape the pain, but the fox wasn't going to give Sly half a chance to impede his lustful desires.\n\n\tWith a groan, the fox's thrusts became more intense, slapping his knot against the tight sphincter squeezing down on his shaft. Feeling the adult shaft thrust harshly through his young body, Sly's screams raised in pitch. Not only was he too tight for the shaft to be comfortable in the least, but that knot was constantly trying to wedge its way inside, causing even more pain with each thrust, as well as the tip piercing through the rectum again, and again, bringing more uncontrollable tears down the raccoon's face.\n\n\tThe only thing sly could do was clench his sphincter and hope to slow those thrusts, but that made the pain so much worse. Sly was trapped by his own pain as well, since it only made him want to clench harder, practically preventing him from relaxing his sphincters. The only real benefit was that it pleasured the fox to the point that the rape would end quickly.\n\n\tWith a long groan, the fox gave quick, short thrusts deep into his prey's young body, and let out a groan of relief as his shaft throbbed with an orgasm that didn't disappoint. Anders panted, supporting his weight on Sly's arms as he filled the boy's rectum with semen coaxed out at the expense of the sobbing raccoon's innocence.\n\n\tStill unable to take a deep breath, Sly's sobs were primarily silent and breathless. He knew that somehow the fox was enjoying his pain, but he couldn't perceive how. The carpet below was soaked with his tears. The fox pulled back his hips with a groan, and Sly felt an indescribable sense of relief as his torn sphincter closed behind the fox's tip.\n\n\tLifted from the arm of the couch, finally able to take a deep breath, Sly let out a wail and sobbed openly while the fox pulled him in, wrapping an arm around the little captive who wanted anything but to be near the evil fox. Sly tucked his arms in, lowering his head forward, trying to lean as far away from the fox as he could as Anders bathed in the afterglow, holding the soft cub against his body and leaning back on the couch.\n\n“Ah, that's more like it. It was rather disappointing to have to pass out on me the first time.”\n\n\tSly only responded by sobbing harder. Not only did this fox want to damage Sly's insides just for fun, but he seemed to like it more that Sly was awake to feel all the pain that came with such seemingly senseless abuse. This fox was truly evil, and Sly would have to live with him if he couldn't find a way out of his new prison.\n\n“So how bout we get you into the bathroom and wash all the Cooper off of you.”\n\n\tSly didn't have much time to figure out what his captor meant by that statement before he was grabbed by the wrist and hoisted off the couch. A bath didn't sound like such a bad thing, but still he leaned back, fighting the fox's grip. Nothing the fox had done thus far was pleasant, and he wanted distance from his captor, if even just a little.\n\n\tA luxurious round bathtub greeted the young thief as they entered the bathroom. It was even nicer than the one he had at home. Home.. Sly's voice trembled as he thought of home again. The Fiendish Five had all but taken everything away from him, and this fox took the rest. He sat on the floor, curled up against the wall, sobbing out as the fox ran his bathwater.\n\n\tBurying his face in his arms and resting on his knees, he simply cried away his memories as Anders moved around the bathroom, opening cabinets, shuffling through boxes and bottles. Sly's thoughts were interrupted as two paws reached under his arms and hoisted him up to sit on the side of the tub. Sly's wet eyes shifted to Anders's arms. He was wearing some kind of protective gloves that stretched all the way up his arms. However, his mind didn't have much time to deduce what that meant.\n\n“While we're waiting for the tub to fill up, let's get started on your first lesson. Sometimes your client will want a kiss from a cute little slave boy. Have you ever kissed a girl at school? A boy?”\n\n\tSly didn't answer. It was obvious he was the “cute little slave boy” in the fox's proposed scenario, but what was all that about kissing? Of course, the 8-year-old had never kissed anyone, but kissing was the last thing on his mind. His little body bounced with continued sobs. He didn't want to think about it, but Anders continued.\n\n“Kiss me, slave. Show me what you can do.” Sly's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. “Kiss me, or I'll drown you in the bathwater.”\n\n\tSly's heart began to race, and a chill ran up his spine. Of all the unpleasant-sounding ways to die, drowning was one of the worst. An escape from his new life sounded appealing after the tormenting rape he suffered before, but the cub was just too afraid of the idea of sucking water into his lungs, but his heart raced even faster as he thought about what he would have to do to avoid that fate. Little did he know, Anders was making an idle threat, as it would be a waste to kill the slave over such a small offense as not kissing him.\n\n\tSly's face contorted with disgust, and he hesitantly leaned in. He was interrupted by a finger pressed against his nose.\n\n“By the way, if you bite me, I'm not just going to drown you, but I'll break your arms and legs, and leave you in the rising water to squirm around in pain.”\n\n\tSly was visibly shaking from that thought. The threats had done their job, and the frightened raccoon was ready to kiss as if his life depended on it. Anders grinned as he removed his finger from Sly's nose. With a slow gulp, Sly leaned in, quickly pressing his lips to those of the fox, giving a quick peck as he'd seen one of his friends do with his mother during a sleepover before bedtime. Anders sighed and shook his head.\n\n“I meant a grown-up kiss, more like..”\n\n\tSly tensed as a paw pressed to the back of his head and pulled him into the adult's lips as they circled around his. Sly let out a quick, muffled protest as the fox began suckling and licking on the cubs soft lips. Obviously it wasn't as bad as having the fox's cock slamming through his tight sphincter, but it was still gross, and the little raccoon wanted it to be over. However, Anders wasn't done, and used his fingers to force open Sly's mouth.\n\n\tSly squealed as he felt Anders's tongue slipping into his jaws, leaning back into the restraining paw on the back of his head as that tongue lustfully explored his mouth. Sly gagged as the long canid tongue slid towards his throat, trying to turn his head, but those fingers tightened, palming the back of his head and tightly wrapping around the sides, keeping him locked into his first kiss.\n\n\tAs Sly tried to lean back away from the kiss, his fur started to feel very warm.. and wet.. steam was rising around him and the fox. His eyes shifted downward as far as they would go. The rising water was steaming. Trying to look downward despite the kiss, his paw slipped from the wet edge, into the hot water below. Sly quickly withdrew his paw, squealing out into the kiss. The water was HOT! It was hotter than the water ever got back home. Anders chuckled into the kiss as he watched Sly's reaction, and with one more suckle of the boy's lips, broke the kiss.\n\n“The water here gets hot enough to punish the little slaves that bite or try to run away.”\n\n\tSly was sure he wouldn't be able to request cooler water to bathe in, but this was also his punishment? Anders reached over to the tap, turning the hot water handle. The water stopped.. the cold tap hadn't been turned on at all. As sly breathed in the warm air from the intensely hot bathwater, he knew this was going to be bad.\n\n“W.. Wait! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!”\n\n\tSly's pleas were ignored as Anders lifted him off the side of the tub and moved him over the edge. Sly's toes curled instantly as they touched the hot water below, and he lifted his legs to postpone the punishment long enough to try to convince his unforgiving captor to cool the water, but still he was lowered, extending his legs to the edge and placing his feet on it, trying to pull himself back to the edge.\n\n\tAnders grinned as Sly did this and released his grip, sending Sly's upper body and head under the water. The hot water bit into Sly's skin. He gasped lightly, sucking some of the water into his mouth and down his throat. Bubbles raced to the top as he coughed, and scrambled his legs into the water so he could raise himself out. He pushed himself up from the water, coughing as he tried to stand up, eyes closed tightly to keep the water out.\n\n\tThe steaming raccoon coughed extensively, trying to breathe in, the shock of being dumped into the water only allowed him to take short breaths when he could find a delay in his coughs. He tried to stand, but felt paws against his shoulders, shoving him back into the water, and back against the side of the tub. He flailed and splashed helplessly in the water, and Anders had to shield himself as best he could, but even as the hot water splashed on his fur, he was laughing at Sly's struggles.\n\n\tMost of the bite was taken out of the water before it could soak through the fox's clothing and fur, but Sly was forced to endure the heat fully. Anders released Sly for a moment, quickly soaping up his gloves. Sly was halfway over the edge of the tub as a strong paw pressed him down against it, the other lathering up the raccoon's steaming fur. Sly screamed out in pain, kicking his legs, splashing water over the walls and floor, and some on Anders as he turned his head to shield his eyes and face.\n\n\tThe soap was applied quickly, and the raccoon was shoved back into the water. Desperate, he cupped his paw and reared back. Anders was watching for just this act of desperation, and reached in, stopping the arm as Sly lunged it forward to splash Anders in the face with the hot water. Anders stopped the arm and then responded with a fist into Sly's jaw, sending the stunned raccoon back into the water, but he was quickly on his way back out again.\n\n\tAnders chuckled as he placed his paw on the back of Sly's head, dunking him back into the water to wash off the soap. Of course, he held the flailing raccoon under the water longer than necessary, but eventually released him completely. He stood and allowed Sly to fumble his way over the edge of the tub and onto the floor, casually reaching in and pulling the stopper on the drain as the wet, steaming raccoon started towards the bathroom door.\n\n\tHe could have at least made it to the front door, but he stopped himself, the punishment too fresh, his skin burning, he hesitated harshly, and then lowered himself against the wall, sobbing out as his fearful eyes fixed on the grinning fox. There was no doubt he enjoyed that. The only hint of relief came when Anders removed those protective gloves, still steaming, as was his fur, and picked up a towel.\n\n\tAs he knelt down and pressed the towel against Sly, the raccoon yelped in pain again. His skin was getting red, it felt raw, the towel hurt. Sly squealed out and tried to push Anders's arms away, but the fox only chuckled and continued to force the towel past Sly's arms to painfully dry his fur. Sly let out a long, high-pitched scream of both frustration and pain, unable to earn any mercy from the sadistic rapist.\n\n\tAfter a minute of sobs and struggles, Sly was finally released, trembling and curling up against the wall, wet eyes fearfully watching the fox, hoping his punishment was over and that the evil adult would stop hurting him, at least for now.\n\n“Wait right here and don't move.”\n\n\tSly closed his eyes and lowered his head, sobbing uncontrollably. It hurt to touch his skin, and it hurt to sit. He stood to his feet, hoping to ease the pain. Even the pads of his feet hurt, and he shifted constantly. Nothing was working. He wished he could just float in the air and not have any part of his burned skin touching the floor or anything. He could hear Anders's footsteps through the house, and see him slightly through the crack in the bathroom door.\n\n\tAnders had left the house. Sly could faintly hear the car trunk being shut, and moments later, through the crack in the bathroom door, Sly spotted his father's cane in the clutches of the opportunistic thief. The fox walked past the bathroom door, out of sight. Sly took a big, nervous gulp and made his way silently to the bathroom door. Every step not only made his heart race, but the burns below his fur reminded him of the things that might happen to him if he was caught disobeying the order to stay put.\n\n\tEven so, Sly needed to know where that cane was being stashed. He slowly pushed the bathroom door open and peeked out, his heart thumping up to his ears as he stepped out of the bathroom and quickly scanned the room for the evil fox. Slowly peeking around the corner, he spotted the fox down a hallway, stepping up to a security keypad next to a door. Thanks to Sly's training, he knew what to do now.\n\n\tHe couldn't see the numbers on the keypad as the fox entered the security code, but he carefully observed the movements of Anders's paw as he punched it in. The door opened and Anders stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Sly made a mental note of the numbers, but he wasn't sure he could remember them throughout the day as he waited for an opportunity. He scanned the bathroom for anything he could use to help him remember the code.\n\n\tIn the trash can, he spotted a pen. He picked it up, observing it... out of ink. Of course it was, or it wouldn't be in the trash, right? On the floor beside the trashcan was a toothpick. Spotting this gave Sly an idea. He placed the pen back in the trashcan, positioning the point towards what would be 3 on the face of a clock, as 3 was the first number in the code. He reached down and did the same with the toothpick. He just needed to find two objects the fox hopefully wouldn't move throughout the day.\n\n\tThe plunger was laying on the floor already, and finding the box of toothpicks, he used one to mark the final number. The rest of the day was a blur in his mind. Most of it was spent forcefully cuddled on the couch with the fox, watching porn; at least the fox was watching it. Sly couldn't bear to look most of the time. Most of the scenes involved cubs his age or younger, and sometimes even less cooperative than he was. His raw skin burned every time the fox touched him.\n\n\tThat night, Sly would find himself in bed with his captor, his wrists in cuffs attached to the back wall. He certainly couldn't sleep with his burning skin pressed against the sheets. Speculation of the terrifying consequences from a failed escape attempt certainly didn't help him relax. However, he HAD to escape. His young mind couldn't handle being trapped in the house with such an evil adult for the rest of his life.\n\n\tOnce the young raccoon found the courage, he slowly, carefully slid along the sheets towards the back wall, clenching his teeth from the burning on his skin caused by the friction of the sheets. Tears fell from his eyes as he worked his way to his paws, heart pounding as he put all his effort into not waking the fox, who's cock was erect in his sleep. Once he reached his wrists, he took a hidden toothpick from under his tongue.\n\n\tPicking the locks of pawcuffs wasn't something particularly difficult for the young thief. His father had taught him how to pick many types of locks, pawcuffs being one of them. Picking them behind his back was slightly more difficult, but he could see what he was doing in this case. The challenge was in doing it silently, so that the fox wouldn't halt his escape attempt before it began. He nervously worked the toothpick in the small lock, eyes fixed on the closed eyelids of his captor.\n\n\tHe carefully slid one ring open, then the other, and ever so slowly rolled to the edge of the bed. From this point on, if the fox were to wake, his plans would be ruined. Sly had to keep himself calm with thoughts of freedom, just so he wouldn't shudder in terror and transfer his shuddering across the mattress to the slaver. One foot pressed slowly onto the floor, then the other, until the raccoon was able to lift his body gently from the bed.\n\n\tOnce standing, the nervous 8-year-old shuddered violently as he utilized the part of his training that taught him to get across a room without waking hotel guests. This time the stakes were much, much higher. Getting caught here wouldn't have earned him a simple lecture. If he got caught, he'd be punished... harshly, and the fox would take more careful measures of ensuring Sly wouldn't get another chance to get away. This would likely be his only chance for a very long time.\n\n\tSly fought his shaking paw as he gripped the doorknob, twisting carefully and slowly opening the door. Once out, Sly carefully shut the bedroom door, and now was the time to trade a little stealth for a little speed. He carefully walked into the bathroom, keeping his weight off his footpaws as he stepped forward, eyes scanning the objects he had placed to remind himself of the code to the locked treasure room. The only thing Sly was interested in stealing was his cane, which would help him reach the lock on the front door, then to scale the fence surrounding his prison.\n\n\tKeeping his footsteps and his breathing silent, Sly tiptoed past the bedroom door, down the hall to the security door. With a nervous gulp, he entered the code on the keypad exactly as he saw Anders do. Sly reviewed in his head the types of security to watch for once he was inside, just as his dad taught him, and hit the enter button.\n\n\tA sudden loud buzz caused the nervous raccoon's heart to skip a beat as he cringed in shock. However, before he could react beyond that, he could hear the sound of gears clacking behind him. Sly turned to see metal bars slamming into the floor through previously hidden panels that were now open, trapping the frightened cub in the hallway. Sly was CERTAIN he entered the code correctly, but he had activated the trap.\n\n\tHis ears twitched as he heard the squeak of the mattress through the bedroom door, his breathing escalating until the helpless cub was ready to break down in tears. Nothing good was going to come of his failed escape attempt, and he had no time to find a way out of the trap. The bedroom door opened, and the nude, horny fox stepped out with a yawn and a stretch. As Anders walked towards him, Sly could no longer hold back his tears, sobbing loudly, as he cowered in the shadow of his master, who leaned against the bars, smirking at the helpless raccoon boy.\n\n“You and your extinct family have always relied too heavily on that cane. Did it occur to you to wonder why I didn't bother to make sure you weren't watching me enter the security code? There isn't just one code, but an array of sequential codes. The code I entered earlier isn't valid anymore.”\n\nSly spoke through heavy sobs, “Don't hurt me! Please! I won't try to run anymore! I give up! Don't punish me! Please don't punish me!”\n\n\tAnders grinned, simply enjoying Sly's near-unintelligible pleas, begging and bargaining as a last resort, promising Anders all the things he could conceive of his captor wanting from him. He'd HAVE to give Anders what he wanted if he was to have any chance of escaping. Another escape attempt would have to be planned much more slowly and carefully.\n\n\tAnders turned to the wall, and opened another hidden panel inside, pressing a button that raised the bars. Sly was no longer trapped between a locked door and the bars, but he was trapped between it and the fox who was closing in. Sly backed up, sobbing and cowering, expecting something horrible. As Anders placed his paw on Sly's shoulder, Sly cringed with fear, but was insistently guided to the security door. Anders entered a code indeed completely different from the one Sly saw him entering from the bathroom. The door opened, and Anders moved Sly inside. Sly's eyes wandered around the room full of valuable items on display.\n\n“This is my trophy room, where I keep the loot I don't wish to sell, preserving memories of satisfying heists, just like the cane of the defeated Cooper clan.” He placed his paw on Sly's chest as they reached the center of the room. “You stand right there and don't move an inch from that spot.”\n\n\tSly nodded and lowered his head slightly, still watching Anders as he moved to the display case containing his family cane, and removed it. The fox approached with a smirk as his captive shuddered nervously, then, to Sly's surprise, dropped the cane to the floor in front of him. Puzzled, Sly's wet eyes met with the devious eyes of the fox. Anders turned away, stepping towards the wall, and stopping, staying where he was, facing the wall, not watching the confused raccoon.\n\n\tSly's eyes shifted between the cane and the fox, waiting for a moment as he tried to figure out what was going on. Anders wasn't moving. He was just standing there, staring at the wall. If he could grab his cane quickly and silently, he would have a clear shot to the front door. He'd be able to try to escape, and if he moved fast enough, he could.. maybe.. make it over the gate and run.\n\n\tNow was his chance, but the terrified raccoon thief hesitated, staring down at the cane. Surely Anders knew the opportunity Sly had been handed. He was obviously waiting for Sly to act. He wanted so badly to grab that cane and run like hell, but the presence of the fox who had hurt him so badly when he tried to escape earlier in the day was so unsettling, the very thought of reaching for his cane almost made him sick to his stomach.\n\n\tAfter a moment of internal debate, Sly broke out into a sob once more, turning his head away from the cane. He just couldn't bring himself to take the risk. Anders grinned as he heard this, and turned to face the crying boy. He stepped in, and patted the cringing raccoon on the head before reclaiming the cane from the floor. Sly had gotten the message. If he tried to escape, Anders would hurt him.\n\n\tSly was looking down at the floor in defeat, and didn't notice Anders preparing to strike him with the cane beyond the whoosh towards his ribs, slamming into his side with an audible crack. Sly left his feet and clutched his side before crashing down onto the hard floor, face contorted with pain, silently trying to scream. Two of his ribs were broken just from the first strike, but before he could force out a scream, the cane came down again, aiming for those same ribs. The cane cracked into his paw, sending a painful shock into his ribs again, but also breaking several bones in his paw.\n\n\tThe fox continued to strike the squirming raccoon. Intense pain shot through Sly's body with every movement, but of course the strikes from the cane were far worse. Eventually, Sly was able to let out a scream. Even his screams hurt. He forced his screams out. They came natural, but he also had to let the fox know how effective his punishment was, so it wouldn't get worse... but it got worse. The fox was soon beating Sly with the cane in a steady, brutal rhythm, bruising and torturing the broken cub without mercy.\n\n\tSly's arm was raised to shield himself from the strikes, but the fox was perfectly fine with striking the defending arm, eventually fracturing it in several places, continuously beating the screaming, painfully squirming raccoon, his young body beaten to the point he couldn't escape even if he still had the will after such a beating. The cane slammed against his arms, ribs, and his legs. Sly couldn't take the beating much longer, but neither could the cane, as the hook suddenly bounced with a snap off of Sly's knee, sliding across the floor.\n\n\tBloody welts formed on Sly's sensitive skin from the strikes. One arm remained limp on the floor while the other one was raised to shield himself from further strikes, his body shaking violently as he screamed from the pain of having so many bones broken. He couldn't run anymore. He couldn't climb, couldn't swing, couldn't jump, couldn't even get to his feet. The 8-year-old's body was all but useless to him. However, as he would soon find out, it was far from useless to the naked, horny fox standing over him with the broken handle of the cane, grinning down at his battered slave boy.\n\n\tAnders knelt down at Sly's feet, gripping his ankles and forcing Sly's legs, one heavily bruised and one broken, inward. Shockwaves of pain shot through Sly's broken body, and struggling hurt even more. Everything hurt. Everything the fox did hurt. His legs were pressed all the way inward, to his chest, his good arm captured and held by the wrist, the other left to lay limp on the floor. That familiar poke at Sly's sphincter let him know exactly what was coming, triggering Sly's squirming again, which only brought more pain. He sobbed, both his mind and his body unable to take the abuse that he knew was coming and couldn't stop. He begged through his desperate blubbering.\n\n“Please don't, it hurts too bad! I'll be good, please don't hurt me more! I'm sorry, don't hurt me more!”\n\n“As I said, this part will come whether you're good or bad. You could have only avoided the beating.”\n\n\tSly started to sob harder, but his highly sore sphincter was invaded once again, and even clenching down on the invading cock sent waves of pain through his body. For an instand, Sly considered not struggling, to make the rape as painless as possible, but intense pain was what he got, struggling or no. The fox wasted no time starting those violent, needy thrusts into the broken slave boy. Sly's loose ribs clacked together with each horrible movement inside him, and still, Anders wasn't going to stop.\n\n\tThe next moments came as a blur. Sly went in and out of consciousness, each time waking to the horrible pain in his body and his bleeding tailhole as the fox slammed into him. All he could see every time he woke up was the naked body of his captor sliding back and forth on him. A cycle of pain and then sleep continued throughout Sly's abuse, until at last he awoke to find the fox standing over him, cum dripping onto his slave, and a phone to his ear, then suddenly the fox was kneeling to him again, gripping an ankle in one paw, and the broken handle of Sly's cane in the other.\n\n“Well then, let's see if we can slow that bleeding.”\n\n\tSly screamed out as the handle was shoved roughly into his hole, and then passed out again. When Sly's eyes opened again, Anders and a very large Polar bear were standing over him. The bear was holding some kind of medical bag. Sly started to stir, and immediately wished he hadn't. He got their attention, and the bear started to undress. Sly whimpered loudly, unable to move away as the bear knelt down, gripping the cane handle and pulling it from Sly's bleeding tailhole. Sly could only protest weakly.\n\n“No.. please... I can't... take it...”\n\n\tThe bear heard Sly's plea, but didn't seem to care what the raccoon boy could and couldn't take. Anders grinned and began stroking his sheath lightly, watching as the massive tip pressed between Sly's cheeks. With the aid of his own blood, the enormous shaft sunk deep into Sly's abused hole. Sly's screams were weak, and the pleasured groans of the bear drowned them out. It wasn't long before Sly lost consciousness again.\n\n\tSly woke up periodically, each time with the bear on top of him, and a thick, thrusting shaft tearing through his insides. Sly's broken body reminded him of the horrible situation he was in for every moment that he was awake, but mercifully allowed the 8-year-old to pass out again, and again, and the bear didn't stop or slow his assault simply because Sly was unconscious. The rape ended while Sly was out, and when he awoken again, the bear was wrapping bandages around him. Occasional flashes of Sly's broken body, wounds, and injuries being tended to were all the boy could remember that night.\n\n\tSly woke again later during the night, wrapped up in bandages and splints, an intense soreness in his rectum. He was back in the bed next to the evil fox, and turning his head to look was enough to wake Anders, those remorseless eyes shifting to meet his. Sly tried to roll away as an arm moved over him, and pulled him across the sheets painfully, pressing his side against the fox's body. Sly lowered his ears and cowered, hoping the punishment was over, and that the horrible fox wasn't planning on hurting him again for fun.\n\n“Looks like I almost killed you in there, but we got you fixed up. Lucky you, you won't be out of bed much, and I'm going to let you heal up before fucking you again. You'll have to be in top shape for the New Year's party.”\n\n\tBefore those words could sink in, Anders's lips pressed against Sly's again, forcing the 8-year-old into a lustful kiss. Sly started to squirm away, but it hurt too much. All the helpless raccoon could do was sob into the kiss, defeated, broken, dreams of escaping his new life as a sex slave shattered, along with some of his bones. Anders groaned lightly in satisfaction, seeming to know exactly what Sly was thinking. The once soon-to-be master thief had given up. He couldn't fight anymore. He could only obey and avoid punishment.\n\n\tSly spent the first of the month laying in bed. Anders couldn't fuck the boy's tailhole without re-injuring it, but that didn't stop the fox from forcing Sly's mouth and throat down over that needy shaft every now and then. Sly resisted the assaults as much as his body would allow, but beyond that, he knew he couldn't stop what was happening to him. He could only endure and hope that one day he would be given a chance to leave. However, plans of escape contained longer and longer waits. The broken and frightened cub couldn't start making an escape plan without an anxiety attack over what types of punishment the fox would give him should he fail. His plan had to be perfect, and none of them were.\n\n\tThe medic would continue to make visits to check on his little patient, and each visit was for more than just Sly's health. The medic took particular interest in fondling Sly's tiny sack as he worked. Eventually, though, Sly recovered from his injuries, and was able to walk around, but still panicked every time the thought of trying to escape entered his mind. Both attempts had been met with violent retaliation, and his young mind ran away and hid at the thought of going through something like that again. On one instance, Sly knew that the front door was carelessly left unlocked, but vomited when his thoughts followed it through to one of many possible conclusions.\n\n\tOne morning, Sly awoke to Anders rolling him onto his front, and cuffing his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Sly's eyes fluttered open, then widened. He began to thrash desperately, realizing that Anders believed it was time to hurt the little raccoon in the one way that didn't depend on his conduct.\n\n“N.. No! Please NO!”\n\n“Do you know what day it is?”\n\nSly began to sob as he was helplessly bound on the bed. “I've been good! Don't hurt me!”\n\n“Yes, you've been good, but this is still happening. It's new-year's eve, and tonight, you'll fulfill your first official duties as my slave. Although.. you don't have to do much, really.”\n\n\tAnders chuckled coldly, and nuzzled the tip of a butt-plug between Sly's cheeks. The cuffs clanked loudly with Sly's desperate struggling. At least there were no repercussions for resisting when he was about to be raped, but the cuffs held him in place, and soon, the fat object was pressed through his sphincter. It had been so long since anything was placed in there, and it hurt just as much as the first time the fox fucked him. Screams filled the room as the little raccoon's tailhole was stretched by the object that finally popped inside, and held the boy's sphincter open. Sly felt uncomfortably full, and his sphincter was throbbing in pain already, trying to get used to the object inside him.\n\n“That'll help make sure you aren't as damaged as last time.”\n\n\tAnders patted Sly's butt, and left the room, closing the door. Sly was left alone, unable to move and remove the plug inside him, sobbing and squirming, trying to force it out, but nothing worked. He would have to get his paws free, but he was stretched out along the bed tightly, and couldn't pick the locks even if he had something to pick them with. The 8-year-old just sobbed muffledly behind the bedroom door, frightened and helpless. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he was starting to wish he had taken more chances to escape, and still those thoughts only promoted his fear.\n\n\tAnders was making preparations throughout the day, for the most part leaving Sly helpless on the bed. Occasionally he would allow Sly a bathroom break, and towards the end of the day, an enema. Each time, Sly would be wrestled back into the cuffs, and the plug shoved back into his tailhole. It got a little easier, but the discomfort never went away. Noticing some of the preparations Anders was arranging was making Sly more and more nervous. Just what did he mean by “official duty”?\n\n\tThe sun had set, and eventually Sly could hear shuffling and voices in the living room. First a few, then many. The cub didn't like where this seemed to be going. He stayed quiet and still, hoping none of the party guests would notice he was here. Although.. Anders would surely tell them.. but maybe he would forget, or.. maybe he just tied Sly up in the bedroom so that no-one would know he was here. Even so, he had no desire to get their attention.\n\n\tSly's worst fear became reality as the bedroom door opened. The polar bear that treated him was the first to enter the room, and left the door open as he walked in. Sly's heart skipped a beat when he saw that lustful face again, his mind racing with terror. He knew for certain now that he was cuffed to the bed so that he could be raped by anyone and everyone who wanted to hurt him. Did all adults have a secret desire to hurt cubs?\n\n“Good to see you're fit for another pounding.”\n\n\tSly sobbed out, pulling against the cuffs, terrified eyes watching the bear undress beside the bed, desperate not to have to go through it again, but he couldn't even resist this time. The bear applied the lube to his huge shaft and crawled over the squirming raccoon cub trying to free his limbs. He roughly pulled the plug out of Sly's stretched hole, and replaced it with his tip. Sly squeezed his sphincter in anticipation, but due to the stretching, the bear had no problems slipping inside.\n\n\tThe resulting scream drew the attention of the other guests, who began filing into the bedroom to watch the little raccoon get used by the large bear. Sly's eyes darted around the room at all the adults, a few teens, and two or three cub slaves his age who seemed just as interested as the adults in what was going on. The bear wasted no time furthering his pleasure inside that clenching, resisting hole of the helpless thief. Sly's hole was well prepared, but having a thick bear cock slamming into his body was still too much for the small cub.\n\n\tSome of the party guests immediately freed their erections and began stroking them. Others seemed to be waiting their turn, and others simply made small talk while casually watching Sly get raped by the medic that kept him alive to be used just like this. Sly had never been more terrified than in this moment, his body rocking back and forth on the bed with powerful, needy thrusts, and many lustful eyes taking in his torment. Even after the bear stopped, groaning into a powerful orgasm, Sly knew his night was far from over.\n\n\tNo sooner did the bear pull out that he felt someone coming behind him on the bed. His eyes shifted to a small lion cub about his age getting into position, breathing heavily as he positioned his cock to the sobbing raccoon's hole. Sly hoped he could reason with a cub that had probably been treated the same as him.\n\n“Don't do this, please, I can't--”\n\n“Shut up, wuss..”\n\n\tSly yelped out as the lion cub's fist met with his jaw, frozen in shock. The cub's shaft slid into Sly with almost no pain this time. Sly felt he had better take this moment to relax before something bigger went in, burying his face in the mattress and sobbing as the lion groaned in pleasure. However, Sly didn't get a chance to relax, feeling something horribly uncomfortably scraping at his insides as the lion pulled back, lifting his head and pulling at his binds, whining loudly at the unpleasant feeling.\n\nOne of the adults chuckled, “First time taking a barbed cock, boy?”\n\n\tEach pull on his insides felt increasingly uncomfortable, and the cub his own age was just as interested in stopping as the adults. His attention was drawn to a husky pup, also about the same age, crawling onto the bed in front of him, naked, and positioning his crotch in front of Sly's muzzle. Anders gripped the puppy's hips and pulled him back, suddenly.\n\n“Woah there, boy.”\n\n\tSly's hopeful eyes shifted to his master. As cruel as the fox was, maybe he still had some form of empathy for his little slave. Anders reached into the nightstand, and produced a ring with straps on it.\n\n“Never put your dick into an unwilling slave's mouth without one of these.”\n\n\tSly sobbed out in despair as Anders expressed concern for not the well-being of his slave, but more so the well-being of someone looking to abuse his slave. His sobs only grew louder as Anders held Sly's bottom jaw and forced the ring into his muzzle, strapping it behind his head, all the while the moaning lion scraping those barbs into him again and again. Sly's muzzle was soon fixed open, highly uncomfortable, straining his jaws. The husky eagerly thanked the adult, and wasted no time shoving his undeveloped cock into Sly's mouth, rubbing it against his tongue and producing cute gags as he thrust into the raccoon's throat, both cubs moaning into a kiss above him as they thrust into both ends of the restrained slave.\n\n\tAll night, the helpless would-be thief was abused endlessly by the party guests, one after another at both ends, groping paws all over him, cocks inside him, pain and torment. At midnight, the guests started getting drunk, the smell of alcohol filling the room as they started abusing him more clumsily, stabbing at the sides of his rectum with inaccurate thrusts, and not for more than the few seconds it took to switch to another cock was Sly not being raped. Sly felt barbs, knots, and all manor of different penises inside him. By the time the sun came up, the gang-rape slowed, but Sly's voice was hoarse from all the screaming, and having his throat fucked so much.\n\n\tMost of the party guests were sleeping in the bedroom by morning, wherever they could find to sleep. Every now and then, one would wake up, get some breakfast, go to the bathroom, maybe rape Sly once again, then go back to sleep. The boy's fur was matted, both dry and fresh cum leaking from his mouth and tailhole, eyes red from all the sobbing, his screams not waking any of the adults so used to the tormented noises of helpless cubs. His limbs, ankles, and wrists were aching from pulling so hard and so violently against the cuffs. Some of the fur was scraped off in that area, leaving only red scrapes behind.\n\n\tHis jaws ached from being forced open for so long. The inside of his mouth was dry except for the cum collected inside. Along with the physical pain came the anxiety for his future. This wasn't a punishment. Rather, it was supposed to be understood that this would be a regular part of Sly's new life as a sex slave. Even if Sly did everything he was told as well as he could do it, his master and the other evil adults, and corrupted cubs would be able to use his body in the most unpleasant ways Sly could imagine. He couldn't have imagined it before, but this night expanded his imagination to include the trauma he was suffering.\n\n\tEven more anxiety came when he thought once again of escaping his new life. Sly felt sick to his stomach when he realized his only choices were to obey and be raped, or try to escape, which would result in beatings, pain, torture, and probably more rape. His father protected him from such things to his dieing breath, but with him gone, there was nothing standing between Sly and the cruelty of the people he never knew existed, and was protected from. No more. No more Cooper Clan, no more freedom, no more compassion, no more protection. Sly was naked in front of the worst of the world practically as well as in reality.\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Fall of the Cooper Clan

By MystBunny

#####WARNING#####

This story contains violent and intense cub rape, abuse, injuries, and blood.

#####WARNING#####

“Go for it, boy!”

\tSly nodded to his father and gulped as he peered off the edge of the hotel rooftop. The only thing between him and the street far below was a tiny row of bricks hanging no more than a few inches out from the wall. To begin his father's course, he would have to hop down onto that tiny platform. He knew his father was ready with the cane in case he did fall, which he had done many times before, but it was still a scary sight to an eight-year-old thief-in-training.

\tHe glanced back to his dad, cane ready in one paw while puffing his pipe with the other, before taking a deep breath and inching to the edge of the roof. Trying his best to avoid focusing too much on the street lights below, he finally hopped down, landing on the bricks with considerable skill. That first obstacle almost never thwarted him anymore, but he still hated that first drop.

\tShifting slowly along the edge, and carefully moving around a corner into a small alcove on the building. On the other side of the alcove, about six feet away, was another tiny brick ledge he had to jump to. It took him a few months before he was finally able to make that jump for the first time. He looked up, reassuring himself with the sight of his father peering over the edge of the roof with that cane in his paw, before leaping the gap, and turning in mid-air to land on the ledge with his back to the wall, breathing a sigh of relief.

\tAt this point, the only thing left of this obstacle was another corner. Once around that, he looked down the row of balconies hanging off the rooms of the hotel. One ledge had a green ribbon tied to it. That was his destination. He crept along the side of the wall until he reached the first balcony, and leaped the gaps between them until he arrived at his target. Sly peered down the rows of balconies until he spotted the one with a blue ribbon attached, and made a mental note how many rooms away it was.

\tSly took a small tool from his front pocket, and carefully wedged it into the balcony window, slowly, silently picking the latch, and sliding it carefully open. Slipping into the dark room, he spotted the rooms occupant, an elk, sleeping in the bed. With careful, silent footsteps, Sly inched towards the bed, and carefully, slowly slipped his paw underneath the pillow, gritting his teeth. The elk was huge and scary, and his heart raced at the thought of waking him, but eventually, he was able to withdraw his paw with a chocolate mint.

\tWith the stolen mint in his paw, he moved silently to the hotel room door, and slipped outside. Now he could relax a moment while he moved down the hallway, slipping the candy out of the wrapper and into his muzzle while he counted the rooms. When he arrived at the correct door, he scanned the hallways, then took the tool from his pocket, slowly picking the lock on the hotel room door before silently opening it and slipping inside.

\tHe clenched his teeth in frustration as he spotted the room's sleeping occupant. It was a rabbit. He hated when dad chose a rabbit for this course. He'd awoken so many rabbits on previous courses before he finally made it past one. He closed the door agonizingly slowly, set a small timer he'd retrieved from his pocket for 2 minutes, and crept further in. For this test, he had to not only steal the mint, but he must do it within a time-limit. He placed the timer carefully onto the nightstand.

\tSly held his breath as he leaned in and slowly gripped and lifted the side of the pillow, then grabbing his prize. He glanced back at the timer.. less than a minute left.. he took large, but careful steps towards the balcony window, retrieving his tool and slowly wedging it into the window again. His heart was racing. If he moved too fast, those big ears would pick up the sound, and if he moved too slowly, the timer would wake the rabbit.

\tSliding open the balcony window also had to be done agonizingly slow. Sly clenched his teeth the entire time. He'd only get one shot at this for tonight, so he had to be masterful in his execution. Once the window was opened far enough for him to get through, he moved back to the nightstand as fast as he could silently move, picking up the timer.. 15 seconds.. His eyes widened as he crept with a rapidly pounding heart to the window.

\tHe slipped out of the window and hit the timer. Phew.. 7 seconds to spare. He slowly closed the balcony window. As it latched shut, the rabbit's ears perked and he opened his eyes lazily. The little eight-year-old that violated his personal space was nowhere in sight, so the tired rabbit drifted back to sleep as Sly climbed the drain-pipe one balcony over with the timer in his teeth. He hoisted himself onto the roof once again where his father was waiting for him.

\tWith a smirk, Sly's father outstretched his paw. Sly proudly trotted up to him, placing one mint, and the empty wrapper for the second in his paw, along with the timer. With a chuckle, he unwrapped the mint, popping it into his mouth as he led Sly to the next part of the course. This next part would have to be done under a very strict time-limit. Sly wasn't always able to complete the first part of the course, but he'd been getting better. Although he'd never finished the final test in time before.

“Get ready, Sly... and... GO!”

\tWith the timer set, Sly dashed to the first obstacle, a rope attached from the roof of the hotel to the next building across the street. His father kept to the side, close enough to grab Sly with that cane, should he happen to fall. An elaborate course built with pipes, ropes, narrow passages, ledges, and all other manor of trials awaited the young raccoon, but tonight was his night.

\tSly jumped, climbed, shimmied, and crawled through every obstacle with a rush of adrenaline. He'd gotten a very good start this time, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. Then he came to the final obstacle, a zip-line. Grabbing the handle, he cleared the gap between buildings for the last time, and with one final swing at the end, launched himself into the air, quickly scanning the rooftop for the small crate with the target painted on the top.

\tThe only other time he'd made it that far, he botched the landing, but this time, he was spot-on, landing perfectly on the crate. Breathing heavily, eyes lit up, Sly looked up at his father who teasingly eyed the timer, and turned it into view... Sly had beaten the target time by a mere 2 seconds. Sly's expression was full of glee and excitement.

“Y.. YES!!”

\tHe lept from the crate, nearly crashing into his father's abdomen with a hug. The older raccoon stumbled back slightly with a laugh.

“You did it, boy!”

“I did it!”

“Looks like tonight's the night I pass down the Thievius Raccoonus!”

\tAfter a gleeful cheer from the eight-year-old thief-in-training, the older raccoon passed Sly a bottle of water, which he excitedly opened and started to chug, choking himself in the process. He could hear his father laughing happily. After some coughing, and some pats on the back, the liquid seemed to me mostly cleared from Sly's wind-pipe, and the two sat against the crate, talking about the course, past experiences, and future advice.

\tBoth went silent, however, when Sly caught a glimpse of something very briefly blocking the light of the moon. His father hadn't seen it, but he did notice the odd change in lighting. Both stood to their feet, eyeing the sky. Sly couldn't see it anymore, but his father noticed a faint silhouette against the stars. With a paw on Sly's shoulder, he watched the shape silently for several seconds.

\tSly tensed as his father's grip suddenly and involuntarily became very firm. His father was trying his best to hide it, but something was definitely spooking his father, who fumbled into his pocket for a camera, following the object with it for awhile before snapping a few photos.

“Let's get home.”

\tWithout another word, he hoisted Sly on his back, letting the cub grab hold as he lept off the roof, hooking his cane into pipes, landing with masterful agility on ropes and lamp-posts before hitting street level. Sly normally loved taking rides on his father's back like this, but this one was different. He could feel his father's rapid heartbeat as the shot through alleyways and around corners until they finally arrived at their home.

\tSetting the cub down, the older raccoon walked over to the bookcase, opening a shelf within and removing that legendary red book from inside. Sly could only watch silently as his father walked briskly past, sitting on the couch and looking into the camera's digital screen as he flipped through the Thievius Raccoonus. He was very focused. Sly hoisted himself over the back of the couch, and immediately noticed the similarity of the silhouette in the photo to the page his father had opened to.

\tThe older raccoon noticed as well, closing the book and taking a deep, calming breath before turning to Sly.

“Sly, listen carefully. I want you to quickly go into your room and pack up. Pack only things that can't be replaced if need be, alright? Quickly, son.”

\tSly nodded and rushed into his room, eyes shifting before he spotted his backpack, and immediately took it, and started putting irreplaceable things into it. His father had him running drills like this all the time, so he knew what to go for, but this time seemed very serious. He quickly scanned the room before stepping out. His dad had a light pack of his own.

“You ready?”

\tSly nodded, and with a grasp of his paw, the two briskly walked for the door. The door was opened, and a loud engine sounded from the end of the street. Sly started out the door, but he was quickly pulled back inside. The older raccoon slammed the door shut, latching both locks before peering out the window, watching a van hastily arrive with a screech right outside the door.

\tWith wide eyes, the adult gripped Sly by the shoulders and hurried him through the living room, into the master bedroom, and shoved the frightened eight-year-old into the wardrobe. He wasn't hiding his fear anymore. He couldn't.

“Sly, listen to me. I want you to stay in here. No matter what you hear.. no matter what you think is happening, do NOT leave this wardrobe! Do you understand?”

“Dad, what's..!”

“Sly! Do you understand?”

“I...”

“Don't leave this wardrobe no matter what! Please, son!”

“O.. Ok..”

“I'll try to lead them away..”

“Who's th..!”

“Sly, listen! After they're gone, go to the police..”

“The police?! But..”

“I'll try to meet you there later! Stay here!”

\tWithout another word, the wardrobe doors were closed, leaving the terrified cub in darkness as he listened to his dad's hasty footsteps towards the living room. It wasn't long before the sound of the front door being bashed open shot through the house. Sly squeaked in shock. Some muffled voices were all the little raccoon could hear. Even though he couldn't understand them, it was apparent that his father had been trying to cool the situation down with witty diplomacy, but to no avail. The intruders had no interest in negotiating.

\tSly gasped as gunfire sounded through the wall, the sound of wood splinters raining down on the floor, then an explosion that almost made Sly scream out in terror. After that, everything went silent. He couldn't hear his father's voice anymore, only the voices of the intruders, and he made out only two words for certain... “Thievius Raccoonus.”

\tSly couldn't take the suspense anymore. What happened to his father? He slowly opened the wardrobe and tip-toed over to the bedroom door. Through the small crack in the door, he could see a hole in the floor surrounded by black charred marks, and laying next to it was his father, eyes closed, not moving, his shirt torn to shreds. Sly's heart raced, and he started to open the bedroom door, but suddenly those eyes opened, shooting Sly a harsh look. Full of relief, the little raccoon cub slowly hid himself back behind the door as those eyes closed again.

“Found it! Let's scram!”

\tA VERY large bulldog led the charge towards the front door, Thievius Raccoonus clutched in one of those gigantic paws, and an SMG in the other, but as soon as he got close to the raccoon he thought was dead, he suddenly sprung to life, bringing the cane straight up between Mugshot's legs.

“ARGH you.. my scrotium! You little piece of--”

\tMugshot was shakily aiming his SMG while the older raccoon scrambled to his feet, spinning into a strike on Mugshot's temple, which sent him crashing unconscious onto the floor. He quickly hooked the Thievius Raccoonus with the tip of his cane, flinging it into his paw, and without missing a beat, started running for the front door. However, after a mere three strides, he stopped short, widened eyes staring in the direction of a strange whirring noise.

\tThe sound of rapid fire filled the house as blood shot from the back of the raccoon's legs, sending him collapsing to the floor. Sly's body shook violently as he heard screams of pain the likes of which would give him nightmares for the rest of his life as his father clutched his bloodied and now useless legs. His screams were cut short as a bloated frog slammed down on his chest, pinning the raccoon to the floor as the sounds of ribs cracking echoed, followed by short gasps for air.

\tSly froze in shock as his father weakly raised the cane, only to have a scaly tail from an alligator woman slap it out of his paw. Sly stood frozen and terrified. He'd never witnessed such violence and evil, even in the movies. Heavy footsteps approached, a massive panda kneeling over the body of the defeated raccoon, his massive paws gripping the sides of his enemy's head.

“Walk proudly into the honored hall of your clan, Cooper.”

\tWith no remorse or hesitation, the giant panda jerked the raccoon's head to the side. There was a loud pop, and Sly felt horribly sick as he watched the arms of his father jerk up, and then fall lifelessly onto the floor. Frozen in absolute shock, he watched as the frog revived the unconscious bulldog, the five intruders then each tearing out sections of the Thievius Raccoonus, and as if that wasn't enough, the alligator was the last to leave, insisting on removing one finger from the dead raccoon before the victorious gang exited the house, and the roaring engine and the sound of metallic, flapping wings signaled their exit.

\tSly, of course wasn't the only one who witnessed the deadly assault on the Cooper residence. Little did Sly or his father know that just across the street from them was an envious rival thief. The fox peered through his binoculars as the commotion came to an end, the Fiendish Five darting away from the besieged Cooper residence. The fox wouldn't waste this opportunity. He hurried out and across the street, sliding open the broken door.

\tThere was the dead raccoon in the middle of the living-room floor, with his eight-year-old son, sobbing louder with every frantic second as he desperately tried to wake the lifeless corpse of his father. The fox grinned toothily. This was wonderful! He wasn't skilled enough to oppose the Cooper Clan directly, but he was patient, and it payed off. All that remained of his rival was a sobbing cub.. and that would be his prize.

“Well, well, well.. The notorious Cooper Clan is no more, it seems.”

\tSly's body shook with fright as he heard the new voice from the doorway. His terrified eyes met the fox's for the first time, and that toothy grin hinted that he wasn't here to help anyone but himself. Sly stood quickly, and fumbled for the cane on the floor, quickly wielding it in an empty threat. The fox laughed out, and slid the door shut, his laughter only making the intimidated cub shake with fright, tears still fresh on his face from what he had just witnessed. Anders stepped slowly towards the trembling cub.

“Now, if you want to make it out of this with as little pain as possible, you're going to tell me--”

\tAt that moment, Sly stepped forward, swinging the over-sized weapon at the intruder. The fox might not have been as skilled as his rival, but he was no easy challenge, particularly for a distressed eight-year-old. The fox calmly stepped back just enough for the first swing to miss, and quickly hooked the cane with his arm. Spinning it to the handle, the skilled fox slapped the Cooper cane into the stumbling raccoon's rump, causing him to throw his weight back with a scream as he fell forward and onto his knees, and with the pain shooting through his legs, couldn't support his full weight, sending him onto the floor.

\tAnders knelt, planting his knee between Sly's shoulder-blades to keep him pinned as he tapped the end of the cane on the floor in front of the sobbing boy's nose.

“As I was saying.. You're going to tell me where the Cooper vault is, and I'll let you get away from this with JUST a bad memory.”

\tSly wasn't ready to give in just yet, shooting both paws behind him, claws digging DEEP into the fox's thigh. Anders snarled in pain, grabbing both wrists and prying those now blood-stained claws from his flesh, breathing heavily through his teeth as he forced one arm under his knee, twisting the other painfully forward, causing the little raccoon to gasp and let out a never-ending grunt from the pain, eyes clenched as the fur on his cheeks grew more damp.

“Where is the Cooper vault?!”

“Let me go!”

\tAnders jerked the arm forward again, triggering a scream from the helpless cub as the pressure quickly became excruciating. It didn't take long before Sly was willing to tell him any secret he knew.

“Where is the Cooper vault?!”

“AH It's! It's! It's in the dining room under the..!”

Sly screamed again as Anders increased the pain, tendons threatened to rip from his shoulder. “Not that vault, you little idiot! The FAMILY vault! The Cooper Family vault—the big one! Where the fuck is it?!”

“Please! I don't.. I don't know what you..!”

\tAnders forced the sore arm under his other knee, straddling the grounded cub, pressing his paw onto the top of Sly's head and grabbing a paw-ful of head-fur. Sly sobbed and squirmed underneath as the fox slowly brought Sly's head back. Sly cringed as he heard the heavy breaths getting closer to his ear before the intruder spoke softly.

“Where.. is.. the Cooper family vault? Where is your dead clan's amassed riches?”

“I don't.. I don't..!”

\tSly's response was cut short as Anders slapped the cub's nose against the carpet before raising his head again. Sly gasped, his eyes wide as pain shot through his face from the violent fox's interrogation. Sly was completely terrified, having no idea such a vault even existed.

“Where is the vault?!”

“I don't know!” SLAM!

“Where is the vault?!”

“I don't know! Please sto--!” SLAM! “PLEASE, I--!” SLAM!

“Where is the vault?! …...” SLAM! “Where is the vault?!”

“IN THE BASEMENT!” SLAM!

“You can't have basements in this part of town, you idiot! Where is the damn vault?!”

“I DON'T KNOW!! STOP!!” SLAM!

“I can do this all night, you little fucker! Where's the vault?!”

\tAt this point, Sly was reduced to loud sobs. At this point, Anders was sure that if Sly had known how to find the vault, he probably would have said so by now. Sly's nose was dripping blood onto the carpet, still cringing and waiting for the next painful slam into the floor. Listening to the helpless cub's sobbing was starting to produce a full tent in the fox's pants. Anders chuckled, causing his victim to shudder from the obvious enjoyment his attacker was getting out of hurting him.

“If you can't tell me where your family's riches are, then you'll just have to make me rich another way. How bout we take your marketable little ass for a test-drive?”

\tSly certainly didn't like the sound of that. He didn't know what it meant, but he was terrified nonetheless. He cringed as he felt the fox's fingers slipping into the collar of his shirt, choking the little raccoon as he was spun around, brought up to his knees overlooking his dead father in front of him. Anders slapped his torso and bulge against the small of Sly's back, using the boy's arms to hold the boy's body against his own, muzzle in Sly's ear again.

“If you don't want to end up like your daddy, here, you're going to stay very still while I make sure your tiny body can handle this.”

\tAnders's grip slowly loosened on Sly's arm. Grinning as the terrified cub didn't resist, just closed his eyes and sobbed, not wanting to look at the body, just wanting to survive the fox's cruel nature. Anders reached down and freed his canid shaft from its hiding place, letting it rest against the spine of the little raccoon.

“Quite convenient that Coopers don't wear pants, hmm?”

\tAnders's paws slowly slid around Sly's waist. Every muscle they touched tensed as those paws ran slowly through the soft cub's fur. Sly whimpered into his sobs. He didn't know what was going on, but every instinct in him was telling him to start running NOW! He didn't listen to them. He was too afraid to run. The blood running down his muzzle from his pulsing, hurting nose reinforced that fear. Those paws slid under his shirt, running up his tummy which twitched and tensed as those palms worked up to his chest, groping his childlike pecs as they pressed his body firmly against his attacker's.

\tWhat came next was both confusing and scary. The fox leaned down, licking the side of Sly's neck. Sly instinctively tucked his head to the side to hide the exposed neck. One of the questing paws slipped out of Sly's shirt and gripped his head-fur, roughly pulling Sly's head to the side as he squealed in protest, exposing the neck once more. Sly shuddered, wanting to resist. He didn't like this treatment one bit as the fox's muzzle pressed against his neck, but he couldn't fight back.

\tHe could only sob as the fox kissed softly on the boy's neck, his free paw sliding down Sly's tummy. To Sly's increasing discomfort, that paw then brushed firmly against his sheath, causing him to jerk with a gasp, his whimpers growing more intense. The innocent raccoon stayed still, aside from his constant shaking, but this was quickly getting more and more scary.

“S.. Stop...”

\tSly's nervous protest earned him a warning slap against his sore, bloodied nose, causing him to press firmly back against the fox's body as he yelped out in pain, his head shaking with pain as he groaned out from the punishment, reduced to a defeated sob once again. After several minutes of unwanted attention to his little sheath, it was finally released. The fox's paw slipped behind the nervous cub, gripping the boy's tail and slowly forcing it out of the way. Anders began rocking his hips, groaning as he continued to kiss and nibble the boy's neck as his cock massaged between those soft cheeks.

\tSly could feel the fox's heartbeat getting faster, the fox's chest pressed against him from behind. Something was about to happen, and Sly didn't want to find out what. His own heart was racing faster and faster. He didn't know what to expect, except that it would be something he wouldn't like. Anders was more than happy to have Sly relatively silent, at least for now. He kept an ear out for sirens, but the police response time in this area of the city was abysmal, so he had plenty of time. He'd tested it extensively, so he knew about how much time he had to try out his new prize.

\tPulling his hips back, he rested his tip on that untouched pucker. He wrapped one arm around Sly's hips to hold him still, knowing thrashing would be inevitable. He pressed his hips forward firmly, causing the little raccoon to grunt in discomfort. The fox had to be careful not to open him up too quickly, or he might waste the little raccoon's potential in a fatal rip. He slowly, patiently pressed forward, Sly's sphincter resisting and clenching as the little boy cried from the discomfort, though he believed this was the worst of it.

\tAfter slowly rocking his hips in a patient effort, that sphincter was starting to loosen a bit. Anders groaned in anticipation as he pressed his hips forward again, causing the eight-year-old increasing discomfort as his tip began to penetrate, eventually causing the boy's body to warn him of impending pain. He had to weigh the decision to speak up carefully. He didn't want to get punished again, but the discomfort continued to grow, and he had no idea where it would stop.

\tEventually, the fox's cock slipped forward, starting to gain some momentum going inside. Sly's body tensed, his little pucker clenching tightly on the fox's invading tip.

“Wait! It hurts! Get it out! IT HURTS! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!!!”

\tThose frantic pleas were getting progressively louder, working their way up to a scream. He cringed in anticipation as the fox responded physically, working Sly's arms behind his back and transferring his forearms into one paw, then gripping the back of Sly's head, bending the cub over and shoving his muzzle firmly into the blood-stained crotch of his dead father.

“Shut up, slut!”

\tAs much as Anders wanted to hear out protests fully, he still had to listen for sirens in case the police were surprisingly early. Sly froze as he touched his father's lifeless body, eyes wide in horror as he felt the lifeless flesh against him. There was no more warmth in his father's body. It was completely cold and starting to go stiff. It wasn't the familiar feeling of his fathers warm body, it was the feeling of death.

\tSly's heart raced faster and faster, completely freaked out as he was pressed against the corpse. With a few quick breaths, breathing in that unfamiliar scent of death and dried blood, Sly started to scream muffledly into his father's crotch. His thoughts were no longer rational. He began to thrash violently, though held firmly by the horny fox. His screams turned to a gasp as the fox began to work his shaft deeper, his lungs expelling into his father's fur in a muffled shriek in pain as he painfully lost his virginity.

“Ahhh finally.. Mmmmm...”

\tContaining the freaked little cub's thrashing, Anders slowly began to slide his cock inside, every tormenting inch an inch more than his victim would have ever had forced into him. His young hole stretched further and further, eyes wide and wet as the thickest part of his shaft was yet to come, and when it did, the pressure pulled on the remainder of Anders's shaft, until his tip was pressed against the entrance to Sly's rectum, leaving the thickest part of the shaft just inside the boy's tailhole.

“You.. NNGH!! ….mmh... and this... belong to me now...”

\tAnders pulled back, letting the thick center slide past the cub's sphincter once more, and started to press in, ready to begin raping the distressed raccoon, but upon entering his prey a second time, Sly's body went limp, resting against his father's body with a shudder, and stopped, passed out. Anders snarled infrustration.

“FUCK!! Urrgh, you lucky little prick..”

\tSly's hole relaxed, and the fox slowly pulled his unsatisfied cock from the unconscious cub, stepping over the two bodies to begin searching and looting whatever he could find from the house...

…

\tThe little racoon's eyes fluttered open. For just a few seconds, everything was back to normal. Soon, however, the pain returned to his stretched sphincter as the seat below him shook slightly. His eyes shot open with a gasp as the startled boy's eyes turned to the fox. Sly was in a vehicle traveling down a highway, and he couldn't move his arms as they were tied at the fore-arm behind his back, and a tight seat-belt held him upright. The fox smirked as his captive awoke to his new situation.

“Welcome back, little Cooper.”

\tSly's wide eyes remained fixed on the fox. It began to sink in that he was a captive.. a captive to someone willing to hurt him for fun.

“Obviously, your dad won't be able to take care of you anymore, so I've decided to adopt you.”

\tTears started to form in Sly's eyes as memories of the deadly attack he was witness to were forced to the front. His emotions were enough of a wreck without the added horror of being held captive. His eyes shifted suddenly to the highway where the fox was about to pass a police car. Sly began thrashing, hoping to get the cop's attention.

“HELP!! HELP ME!! POLICE!! HELP!!”

\tThe fox remained completely calm, despite Sly's frantic attempts to get the cop's attention. It was only a few seconds before the police car was behind them. Sly turned his head to look behind him, whimpering and hoping the police car would turn around and come back to help him, but it continued on, causing Sly to sob in disbelief as the fox chuckled.

“Oh, little raccoon, the cops don't give a shit about you. If they did, they would have been there before I looted your house and stuffed you in my car. Hell, they'll probably steal what I didn't.”

“N.. No, they'll come looking for me!”

“They only care about fines, boy, you're as good as dead to them. Even if they did, they won't come looking in my direction. I didn't kill your daddy, after all.”

Sly's sobbing intensified. “Let me go!”

“Oh no, no, no, you're my most valuable loot, little Cooper. Everything else I can only sell, but your little ass is going to be tapped for decades.”

\tSly didn't understand what the fox meant by tapped, but he knew it would be unpleasant. Anders idly rubbed his crotch as he listened to his frightened captive sobbing and begging to be let go. His knot bulged against his sheath and his pants, wanting another taste of his captive, or at least a good release. Sly's begging halted as Anders slid the front of his pants down, revealing the wet tip of his sheath, his cock peeking from it eagerly. He slowly slid the sheath down.

“Suck on my cock, slave.”

“Wh..”

“Suck until I tell you to stop. You'll be dead in a second if you try to bite.”

“That's..!”

“Do it!”

“NO!”

\tAnders slowed the car. As he started to pull to the side, Sly's heart was beating rapidly. He was already regretting his outburst, but having to suck on someone's penis was such a gross thought, he couldn't bear to consider actually doing it. His eyes remained nervously fixed on his captor as the car came to a halt. As soon as they were over, Sly cringed at the sudden movement. He saw the strike to his muzzle coming a mile away, but he had no means of protecting himself.

\tSly yelped in pain, barely having time to let out a hard sob before the fox's fingers curled onto his jaw, turning his eyes into the unmerciful eyes of the kidnapper.

“Lesson one: The more you obey, the easier your new life will be. You'll do what you're told at your own pace, or at mine.”

\tAnders opened the glove box, watching the trembling raccoon's eyes shift towards his paw as he produced a ring gag. Sly let out a cry of protest as his jaws were forced open, and the metal was forced between his teeth. His jaws were held uncomfortably wide by the metal ring. He let out wordless protests, trying to thrash his head as the straps were wrapped around behind, but all he managed to do was pin his own head in the corner where the door and the seat met, unable to move away as the fox hovered over him, attaching the straps.

\tAs soon as they were secure, the fox turned his attention to the road, and slipped back onto the highway. Once he was up to an acceptable speed, Anders gripped Sly's headfur, pulling him roughly down into his lap. Sly squealed in protest as his forced-open muzzle was pressed down over the fox's shaft, cringing as he felt the pre-soaked tip rubbing onto his tongue, which he tried to pull away.

\tAnders moaned lightly, and then forced Sly's head down even further, causing him to let out a short gag that was suddenly silenced, the fox's shaft quickly filling the boy's throat. Sly began to thrash as his air was cut off, unable to protest, and unable to pull away. Tears wet his wide eyes as his muzzle pressed against the fox's knot, thankfully too big to fit through the ring. Anders kept one paw on the wheel, watching the road and occasionally glancing down at the thrashing raccoon as he began to slowly force Sly's head up and down on his cock.

\tSly couldn't gag, couldn't breath in or out, and he could hear those disturbing groans as Anders picked up the speed, using Sly's throat as a masturbatory aid. A paw full of head-fur, Anders raped the helpless racoon's throat, his body jerking and thrashing, arms pulling at their binds, wanting to push himself back enough to breathe.

“Oh yes, this is so much better. Remember, though, you could have sucked my cock like I told you to do, then you would be able to breathe right now. Mmmmh you'll always have one chance to be a good little slave and obey. I just gave you three. You blew all of them. You're not off to a very good start.”

\tAnders knew Sly wouldn't be easy to break. The Coopers had always been strong of will. Unfortunately for Sly, the sadistic fox was counting on that. It would give him pleasure until Sly was finally broken, and reputation when he did break.

“Mmm, here it comes..”

\tHaving not been able to seed Sly at his home, it didn't take long for the teased fox to start feeling the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. Sly's thrashing was intensifying. His body was begging for air, but that wasn't what he was about to get. The wet sounds of his throat sliding over the fox's hardening shaft became faster as the fox became more eager. Anders panted loudly, clenching his teeth and holding his breath as he worked himself towards the edge.

\tAnders finally let out a loud groan as his seed released itself from his balls, spraying into the raccoon's throat with short spurts. Anders panted through his teeth as he held the boy's head down tightly, all the squirming and attempted breaths and gags massaging his throbbing shaft, coaxing more seed into his captive. Sly's plugged coughs continued to try to force their way through, and his vision was starting to become blurry and dark.

\tAfter a few more torturous seconds, Anders's paw finally released Sly's head, allowing him to pull his throat free, gagging and coughing some of Anders's cum onto his pants. Sly pulled away as fast as he could, feeling dizzy as he uprighted himself, still hunched over, gagging and coughing endlessly, trying to expel the remaining seed from his throat. Anders used the back of his paw to clean some of the cum from his cock, jerking and gasping from the sensitivity, then wiped his paw against Sly's shirt. Sly barely noticed, however, as he continued to choke on the fox's cum.

\tSly's coughs finally coming to an end, they started to give way to sobs. Why would anyone do something like that? Why did this fox want to hurt him so much? Sly's nightmare had barely begun, and the violated raccoon wanted out of it. Memories of earning the Thievius Raccoonus were still fresh in his mind, then in just a short while, his life changed forever. Sly sobbed endlessly through the ring-gag for the entire trip, his innocence shattered.

\tThe trip ended at a luxurious house in a large field, surrounded by tall fences. Sly lifted his eyes as the car came to a stop at the gate, noticing a few hot-wires at the very top of the fence. This fence was obviously meant to keep someone from climbing it, but was it meant to keep people out.. or in? Anders exited the car, making his way to the security panel at the gate. Sitting alone in the car, sly realized this might be his only chance to escape.

\tThe little raccoon began to squirm against the seatbelt. It was on pretty tight, and with his wrists bound behind his back, he couldn't reach for the door. He had to get the seatbelt off. Eventually, he was able to turn his body so that he could feel for the latch, then for the release. As he found it, he began to press, but nothing was happening. The release was wrapped in duct tape, making it difficult to get the latch pressed, but not preventing him entirely. However, each second he spent on the latch was another second closer to being taken inside the gate, where his chances of escape would dwindle quickly.

\tFinally, with a click, the seatbelt released, and Sly shifted quickly, trying to feel for the door handle. He turned just in time to see Anders opening the driver side door. Sly's stomach turned, as the fox was sure to notice the released seatbelt, cringing as the fox's paw reached for him, and simply re-attached the seatbelt. The fox casually sat down and drove through the now opened gate, which automatically closed behind them. Sly whimpered as he watched it in the side mirror as the gate trapped him inside his captor's property.

\tTo the helpless raccoon, the next several hundred feet down the driveway felt too short to his frightened mind. He whimpered as his eyes remained fixed on the front door. He didn't want to find out what horrors awaited him on the other side. He had a sickening feeling in his gut that something bad was going to happen as soon as he got inside that house. His heart beat faster as the engine was cut.

\tAnders exited, and casually walked around to the passenger side, shooting sly a toothy grin from the other side of the windshield. That did it. Sly's eyes widened and he cowered intensely, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid as the fox opened the passenger side door and unhooked the seatbelt.

\tThe horrified raccoon immediately lept from the seat, his father's training allowing him the skill to land efficiently on his feet without stumbling, and immediately rushing towards the gate, despite having no idea what he'd do when he got there. He felt Anders's paw brush his arm, which he quickly yanked out of reach and just ran. He didn't know where he could go, only where he wanted to go, which was far away from the evil fox.

\tAnders growled as he missed the boy's arm and reached into the car, taking in paw that Cooper family cane. He took a quick arm, and hurled the weapon through the air, and just as sly heard the whoosh of the air behind him, he was struck hard in the back of the head. He let out a yelp as he stumbled forward, his orientation suddenly shifted. The side of his face his the gravel below, and he slid to a stop on his chest as his shirt tore in several places.

\tSly's ears were still ringing from the shot as the fox's paw gripped him by his collar, starting to lift him from the gravel, then suddenly thrusting the boy back down, then doing it a second time. The whimpering cub's arms were positioned to protect his face, as a bit of blood trickled from his lip. His chest was exposed through his ripped shirt, and a few scrapes reddened the skin beneath his fur.

\tAnders gripped the collar and hoisted Sly to his feet, his shirt giving an audible rip on the trip back up. Sly gasped as he heard this, eyes falling to his now damaged clothing, and began to sob hard. The nature of his whine caught Anders' attention.

“I know you've had worse than that, boy, recently in particular.”

Sly's intense sobbing continued while he expressed his grief. “Daddy made me this shirt! I hate you!”

“This shirt..”

\tAnders spun the little raccoon to face him and grabbed the two torn shreds down the boy's chest, ripping them apart to tear down the middle of Sly's shirt as the little thief-in-training's eyes widened in shock, and Anders continued to rip the shirt to shreds.

“N.. No! Not the shirt!”

“This shirt is the past! Your daddy is the past! The Cooper Clan is the past! Your past is dead! Literally DEAD!”

\tAnders collected the torn pieces of Sly's shirt, leaving the boy with nothing on but the binds on his arms, leaving him to only watch as his captor tossed the shreds through the bars of the fence. Sly could do nothing but wiggle his foot through the bars, reaching his toes towards the fabric that the wind was quickly blowing out of his reach, sobbing louder as he tried to cling to one of the last tangible pieces of the memory of his father.

\tAnders pulled Sly's leg back through the fence and pressed his back against the bars, roughly grabbing the raccoon's muzzle. Sly tried to bite, but Anders responded violently with a quick punch across the 8-year-old's muzzle before re-establishing his grip, forcing the crying cub to look into the eyes of his kidnapper.

“You're no longer a thief. You're no longer a Cooper. Your past is gone, and your future is with me. Your entire future is with me.”

\tReleasing his grip on the cowering cub, Anders hoisted Sly over his shoulder, and began walking him towards the house. Lifting his head, Sly could see the remains of his shirt flipping through the grass as the wind blew by. He closed his watery eyes and buried his face into Anders's back. The fox provided no comfort in return, but Sly clung to it, rather than continue to watch the remnants of his stolen childhood blow away.

\tSly looked up just in time to see the front door closing behind him. The home was rather luxurious, but it was still a prison, and certainly not the type of prison Sly would have imagined ever being in, should he some day fail as a thief. Anders locked the deadbolt, purposefully higher than Sly could reach from the floor... or could he? Sly's eyes darted around the immediate area, to the window, the coat rack, the decorative woodwork above the door, which was slightly protruding from the wall.

\tHe didn't have long to examine the objects, but his conditioning allowed him to assess his options quickly before Anders placed him down on the couch. Sly gasped and sank into the back of the couch as the fox's lustful paw pressed into his chest, down his soft tummy, and between his legs, gripping at his boyhood in a most disturbing way.

“Now then, slave, how about we continue where we left off back at your old place.”

\tSly's body tightened, eyes wide as the scene seemed to materialize before him, pressed down on the cold body of his father, the fox's cock shoved painfully into him from behind again and again. Sly could almost smell the scent of his father's blood again as the fox's paws quested over his naked young body. The young raccoon cried out as he quickly threw his body to the side in an attempt to get off the couch.

\tAnders quickly grabbed the boy's arm, chuckling as he roughly pulled Sly back in. Allowing his body to fall slightly in the direction he was being pulled, Sly fell against Anders's arm, and bit down into the fox's wrist as hard as his young jaws could manage. An adrenaline-fueled bite, combined with the sharpness of his cub teeth forced a release, and Sly wasted no time running for the door, wanting away from this situation NOW!

\tAnders's grunt of pain morphed into an angry roar as he stood up, holding his pierced wrist. The raccoon didn't look back, leaping from the floor onto the edge of the window, using his upward momentum to thrust himself onto the top of the coat rack, and ride it as it fell towards the door. Sly was able to push himself up just enough to reach and grab the protruding woodwork at the top of the door, hanging by one arm as he reached for the deadbolt.

\tWith a click, the door was unlocked, but Anders was right behind him, and with a quick punch to the back of Sly's head, slammed the boy's face into the door, stunning the cub into letting go of the woodwork and fall to the floor, squealing into a sob as he grasped his now bleeding nose with one paw, and reached for the door with the other, but alas, that paw was soon captured in the angry grip of the evil fox, who hastily forced Sly back onto the couch, and forced him down over the arm of the couch.

\tSly struggled to pull himself all the way over the arm onto the floor where he could resume his escape attempt, but he was easily pulled back into place, and two shins pressed against the back of his legs to halt his progress, and his wrists folded behind his back, and held against him, keeping Sly helplessly trapped and vulnerable, his struggles made useless, with only the fox's mercy to hope for.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry I bit you! Don't hurt me like you did before! Please!”

Anders wiped the blood from his wrist onto Sly's arm as he spoke, “I want you to know something. I'm going to punish you for biting me and running, and it's going to hurt, but this isn't it.” Sly could hear the fox shuffling with his pants out of view. “I'm going to fuck you whenever I feel like fucking you, whether you're good or bad. I feel like fucking you now, and hurting you to do it, but your real punishment will come later.”

“NO!”

\tSly tightened his sphincter as he felt the fox's tip pressing against it, but that only intensified the sharp pain as his 8-year-old tailhole was invaded again, and Sly was trapped over the arm of the couch, helpless to the fox's lustful desires. Sly's screams while the fox's shaft slid painfully into him were short, as Anders had his body pressed down hard against the arm of the couch, impeding Sly's ability to take anything but short breaths.

\tAnders groaned out in pleasure as he worked his way back into his new slave, burying his shaft up to the knot before rocking his hips and forcing his way in and out of the helpless, screaming raccoon. As if being raped again wasn't bad enough, everything about it reminded him of his first time, bent over his father's dead body. Although faint, even the smell of blood was present.

\tSly's mind was a wreck. He flailed helplessly under the tight grip of his captor, unmercifully abused. His face contorted with pain and he knew Anders wasn't going to stop. He knew Anders's will was for Sly to endure this unbearably painful abuse regularly. He couldn't imagine how he'd be able to cope with such torture at his master's bidding. He could only try to stop it and fail. Every tormenting thrust increased Sly's need to escape the pain, but the fox wasn't going to give Sly half a chance to impede his lustful desires.

\tWith a groan, the fox's thrusts became more intense, slapping his knot against the tight sphincter squeezing down on his shaft. Feeling the adult shaft thrust harshly through his young body, Sly's screams raised in pitch. Not only was he too tight for the shaft to be comfortable in the least, but that knot was constantly trying to wedge its way inside, causing even more pain with each thrust, as well as the tip piercing through the rectum again, and again, bringing more uncontrollable tears down the raccoon's face.

\tThe only thing sly could do was clench his sphincter and hope to slow those thrusts, but that made the pain so much worse. Sly was trapped by his own pain as well, since it only made him want to clench harder, practically preventing him from relaxing his sphincters. The only real benefit was that it pleasured the fox to the point that the rape would end quickly.

\tWith a long groan, the fox gave quick, short thrusts deep into his prey's young body, and let out a groan of relief as his shaft throbbed with an orgasm that didn't disappoint. Anders panted, supporting his weight on Sly's arms as he filled the boy's rectum with semen coaxed out at the expense of the sobbing raccoon's innocence.

\tStill unable to take a deep breath, Sly's sobs were primarily silent and breathless. He knew that somehow the fox was enjoying his pain, but he couldn't perceive how. The carpet below was soaked with his tears. The fox pulled back his hips with a groan, and Sly felt an indescribable sense of relief as his torn sphincter closed behind the fox's tip.

\tLifted from the arm of the couch, finally able to take a deep breath, Sly let out a wail and sobbed openly while the fox pulled him in, wrapping an arm around the little captive who wanted anything but to be near the evil fox. Sly tucked his arms in, lowering his head forward, trying to lean as far away from the fox as he could as Anders bathed in the afterglow, holding the soft cub against his body and leaning back on the couch.

“Ah, that's more like it. It was rather disappointing to have to pass out on me the first time.”

\tSly only responded by sobbing harder. Not only did this fox want to damage Sly's insides just for fun, but he seemed to like it more that Sly was awake to feel all the pain that came with such seemingly senseless abuse. This fox was truly evil, and Sly would have to live with him if he couldn't find a way out of his new prison.

“So how bout we get you into the bathroom and wash all the Cooper off of you.”

\tSly didn't have much time to figure out what his captor meant by that statement before he was grabbed by the wrist and hoisted off the couch. A bath didn't sound like such a bad thing, but still he leaned back, fighting the fox's grip. Nothing the fox had done thus far was pleasant, and he wanted distance from his captor, if even just a little.

\tA luxurious round bathtub greeted the young thief as they entered the bathroom. It was even nicer than the one he had at home. Home.. Sly's voice trembled as he thought of home again. The Fiendish Five had all but taken everything away from him, and this fox took the rest. He sat on the floor, curled up against the wall, sobbing out as the fox ran his bathwater.

\tBurying his face in his arms and resting on his knees, he simply cried away his memories as Anders moved around the bathroom, opening cabinets, shuffling through boxes and bottles. Sly's thoughts were interrupted as two paws reached under his arms and hoisted him up to sit on the side of the tub. Sly's wet eyes shifted to Anders's arms. He was wearing some kind of protective gloves that stretched all the way up his arms. However, his mind didn't have much time to deduce what that meant.

“While we're waiting for the tub to fill up, let's get started on your first lesson. Sometimes your client will want a kiss from a cute little slave boy. Have you ever kissed a girl at school? A boy?”

\tSly didn't answer. It was obvious he was the “cute little slave boy” in the fox's proposed scenario, but what was all that about kissing? Of course, the 8-year-old had never kissed anyone, but kissing was the last thing on his mind. His little body bounced with continued sobs. He didn't want to think about it, but Anders continued.

“Kiss me, slave. Show me what you can do.” Sly's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. “Kiss me, or I'll drown you in the bathwater.”

\tSly's heart began to race, and a chill ran up his spine. Of all the unpleasant-sounding ways to die, drowning was one of the worst. An escape from his new life sounded appealing after the tormenting rape he suffered before, but the cub was just too afraid of the idea of sucking water into his lungs, but his heart raced even faster as he thought about what he would have to do to avoid that fate. Little did he know, Anders was making an idle threat, as it would be a waste to kill the slave over such a small offense as not kissing him.

\tSly's face contorted with disgust, and he hesitantly leaned in. He was interrupted by a finger pressed against his nose.

“By the way, if you bite me, I'm not just going to drown you, but I'll break your arms and legs, and leave you in the rising water to squirm around in pain.”

\tSly was visibly shaking from that thought. The threats had done their job, and the frightened raccoon was ready to kiss as if his life depended on it. Anders grinned as he removed his finger from Sly's nose. With a slow gulp, Sly leaned in, quickly pressing his lips to those of the fox, giving a quick peck as he'd seen one of his friends do with his mother during a sleepover before bedtime. Anders sighed and shook his head.

“I meant a grown-up kiss, more like..”

\tSly tensed as a paw pressed to the back of his head and pulled him into the adult's lips as they circled around his. Sly let out a quick, muffled protest as the fox began suckling and licking on the cubs soft lips. Obviously it wasn't as bad as having the fox's cock slamming through his tight sphincter, but it was still gross, and the little raccoon wanted it to be over. However, Anders wasn't done, and used his fingers to force open Sly's mouth.

\tSly squealed as he felt Anders's tongue slipping into his jaws, leaning back into the restraining paw on the back of his head as that tongue lustfully explored his mouth. Sly gagged as the long canid tongue slid towards his throat, trying to turn his head, but those fingers tightened, palming the back of his head and tightly wrapping around the sides, keeping him locked into his first kiss.

\tAs Sly tried to lean back away from the kiss, his fur started to feel very warm.. and wet.. steam was rising around him and the fox. His eyes shifted downward as far as they would go. The rising water was steaming. Trying to look downward despite the kiss, his paw slipped from the wet edge, into the hot water below. Sly quickly withdrew his paw, squealing out into the kiss. The water was HOT! It was hotter than the water ever got back home. Anders chuckled into the kiss as he watched Sly's reaction, and with one more suckle of the boy's lips, broke the kiss.

“The water here gets hot enough to punish the little slaves that bite or try to run away.”

\tSly was sure he wouldn't be able to request cooler water to bathe in, but this was also his punishment? Anders reached over to the tap, turning the hot water handle. The water stopped.. the cold tap hadn't been turned on at all. As sly breathed in the warm air from the intensely hot bathwater, he knew this was going to be bad.

“W.. Wait! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!”

\tSly's pleas were ignored as Anders lifted him off the side of the tub and moved him over the edge. Sly's toes curled instantly as they touched the hot water below, and he lifted his legs to postpone the punishment long enough to try to convince his unforgiving captor to cool the water, but still he was lowered, extending his legs to the edge and placing his feet on it, trying to pull himself back to the edge.

\tAnders grinned as Sly did this and released his grip, sending Sly's upper body and head under the water. The hot water bit into Sly's skin. He gasped lightly, sucking some of the water into his mouth and down his throat. Bubbles raced to the top as he coughed, and scrambled his legs into the water so he could raise himself out. He pushed himself up from the water, coughing as he tried to stand up, eyes closed tightly to keep the water out.

\tThe steaming raccoon coughed extensively, trying to breathe in, the shock of being dumped into the water only allowed him to take short breaths when he could find a delay in his coughs. He tried to stand, but felt paws against his shoulders, shoving him back into the water, and back against the side of the tub. He flailed and splashed helplessly in the water, and Anders had to shield himself as best he could, but even as the hot water splashed on his fur, he was laughing at Sly's struggles.

\tMost of the bite was taken out of the water before it could soak through the fox's clothing and fur, but Sly was forced to endure the heat fully. Anders released Sly for a moment, quickly soaping up his gloves. Sly was halfway over the edge of the tub as a strong paw pressed him down against it, the other lathering up the raccoon's steaming fur. Sly screamed out in pain, kicking his legs, splashing water over the walls and floor, and some on Anders as he turned his head to shield his eyes and face.

\tThe soap was applied quickly, and the raccoon was shoved back into the water. Desperate, he cupped his paw and reared back. Anders was watching for just this act of desperation, and reached in, stopping the arm as Sly lunged it forward to splash Anders in the face with the hot water. Anders stopped the arm and then responded with a fist into Sly's jaw, sending the stunned raccoon back into the water, but he was quickly on his way back out again.

\tAnders chuckled as he placed his paw on the back of Sly's head, dunking him back into the water to wash off the soap. Of course, he held the flailing raccoon under the water longer than necessary, but eventually released him completely. He stood and allowed Sly to fumble his way over the edge of the tub and onto the floor, casually reaching in and pulling the stopper on the drain as the wet, steaming raccoon started towards the bathroom door.

\tHe could have at least made it to the front door, but he stopped himself, the punishment too fresh, his skin burning, he hesitated harshly, and then lowered himself against the wall, sobbing out as his fearful eyes fixed on the grinning fox. There was no doubt he enjoyed that. The only hint of relief came when Anders removed those protective gloves, still steaming, as was his fur, and picked up a towel.

\tAs he knelt down and pressed the towel against Sly, the raccoon yelped in pain again. His skin was getting red, it felt raw, the towel hurt. Sly squealed out and tried to push Anders's arms away, but the fox only chuckled and continued to force the towel past Sly's arms to painfully dry his fur. Sly let out a long, high-pitched scream of both frustration and pain, unable to earn any mercy from the sadistic rapist.

\tAfter a minute of sobs and struggles, Sly was finally released, trembling and curling up against the wall, wet eyes fearfully watching the fox, hoping his punishment was over and that the evil adult would stop hurting him, at least for now.

“Wait right here and don't move.”

\tSly closed his eyes and lowered his head, sobbing uncontrollably. It hurt to touch his skin, and it hurt to sit. He stood to his feet, hoping to ease the pain. Even the pads of his feet hurt, and he shifted constantly. Nothing was working. He wished he could just float in the air and not have any part of his burned skin touching the floor or anything. He could hear Anders's footsteps through the house, and see him slightly through the crack in the bathroom door.

\tAnders had left the house. Sly could faintly hear the car trunk being shut, and moments later, through the crack in the bathroom door, Sly spotted his father's cane in the clutches of the opportunistic thief. The fox walked past the bathroom door, out of sight. Sly took a big, nervous gulp and made his way silently to the bathroom door. Every step not only made his heart race, but the burns below his fur reminded him of the things that might happen to him if he was caught disobeying the order to stay put.

\tEven so, Sly needed to know where that cane was being stashed. He slowly pushed the bathroom door open and peeked out, his heart thumping up to his ears as he stepped out of the bathroom and quickly scanned the room for the evil fox. Slowly peeking around the corner, he spotted the fox down a hallway, stepping up to a security keypad next to a door. Thanks to Sly's training, he knew what to do now.

\tHe couldn't see the numbers on the keypad as the fox entered the security code, but he carefully observed the movements of Anders's paw as he punched it in. The door opened and Anders stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Sly made a mental note of the numbers, but he wasn't sure he could remember them throughout the day as he waited for an opportunity. He scanned the bathroom for anything he could use to help him remember the code.

\tIn the trash can, he spotted a pen. He picked it up, observing it... out of ink. Of course it was, or it wouldn't be in the trash, right? On the floor beside the trashcan was a toothpick. Spotting this gave Sly an idea. He placed the pen back in the trashcan, positioning the point towards what would be 3 on the face of a clock, as 3 was the first number in the code. He reached down and did the same with the toothpick. He just needed to find two objects the fox hopefully wouldn't move throughout the day.

\tThe plunger was laying on the floor already, and finding the box of toothpicks, he used one to mark the final number. The rest of the day was a blur in his mind. Most of it was spent forcefully cuddled on the couch with the fox, watching porn; at least the fox was watching it. Sly couldn't bear to look most of the time. Most of the scenes involved cubs his age or younger, and sometimes even less cooperative than he was. His raw skin burned every time the fox touched him.

\tThat night, Sly would find himself in bed with his captor, his wrists in cuffs attached to the back wall. He certainly couldn't sleep with his burning skin pressed against the sheets. Speculation of the terrifying consequences from a failed escape attempt certainly didn't help him relax. However, he HAD to escape. His young mind couldn't handle being trapped in the house with such an evil adult for the rest of his life.

\tOnce the young raccoon found the courage, he slowly, carefully slid along the sheets towards the back wall, clenching his teeth from the burning on his skin caused by the friction of the sheets. Tears fell from his eyes as he worked his way to his paws, heart pounding as he put all his effort into not waking the fox, who's cock was erect in his sleep. Once he reached his wrists, he took a hidden toothpick from under his tongue.

\tPicking the locks of pawcuffs wasn't something particularly difficult for the young thief. His father had taught him how to pick many types of locks, pawcuffs being one of them. Picking them behind his back was slightly more difficult, but he could see what he was doing in this case. The challenge was in doing it silently, so that the fox wouldn't halt his escape attempt before it began. He nervously worked the toothpick in the small lock, eyes fixed on the closed eyelids of his captor.

\tHe carefully slid one ring open, then the other, and ever so slowly rolled to the edge of the bed. From this point on, if the fox were to wake, his plans would be ruined. Sly had to keep himself calm with thoughts of freedom, just so he wouldn't shudder in terror and transfer his shuddering across the mattress to the slaver. One foot pressed slowly onto the floor, then the other, until the raccoon was able to lift his body gently from the bed.

\tOnce standing, the nervous 8-year-old shuddered violently as he utilized the part of his training that taught him to get across a room without waking hotel guests. This time the stakes were much, much higher. Getting caught here wouldn't have earned him a simple lecture. If he got caught, he'd be punished... harshly, and the fox would take more careful measures of ensuring Sly wouldn't get another chance to get away. This would likely be his only chance for a very long time.

\tSly fought his shaking paw as he gripped the doorknob, twisting carefully and slowly opening the door. Once out, Sly carefully shut the bedroom door, and now was the time to trade a little stealth for a little speed. He carefully walked into the bathroom, keeping his weight off his footpaws as he stepped forward, eyes scanning the objects he had placed to remind himself of the code to the locked treasure room. The only thing Sly was interested in stealing was his cane, which would help him reach the lock on the front door, then to scale the fence surrounding his prison.

\tKeeping his footsteps and his breathing silent, Sly tiptoed past the bedroom door, down the hall to the security door. With a nervous gulp, he entered the code on the keypad exactly as he saw Anders do. Sly reviewed in his head the types of security to watch for once he was inside, just as his dad taught him, and hit the enter button.

\tA sudden loud buzz caused the nervous raccoon's heart to skip a beat as he cringed in shock. However, before he could react beyond that, he could hear the sound of gears clacking behind him. Sly turned to see metal bars slamming into the floor through previously hidden panels that were now open, trapping the frightened cub in the hallway. Sly was CERTAIN he entered the code correctly, but he had activated the trap.

\tHis ears twitched as he heard the squeak of the mattress through the bedroom door, his breathing escalating until the helpless cub was ready to break down in tears. Nothing good was going to come of his failed escape attempt, and he had no time to find a way out of the trap. The bedroom door opened, and the nude, horny fox stepped out with a yawn and a stretch. As Anders walked towards him, Sly could no longer hold back his tears, sobbing loudly, as he cowered in the shadow of his master, who leaned against the bars, smirking at the helpless raccoon boy.

“You and your extinct family have always relied too heavily on that cane. Did it occur to you to wonder why I didn't bother to make sure you weren't watching me enter the security code? There isn't just one code, but an array of sequential codes. The code I entered earlier isn't valid anymore.”

Sly spoke through heavy sobs, “Don't hurt me! Please! I won't try to run anymore! I give up! Don't punish me! Please don't punish me!”

\tAnders grinned, simply enjoying Sly's near-unintelligible pleas, begging and bargaining as a last resort, promising Anders all the things he could conceive of his captor wanting from him. He'd HAVE to give Anders what he wanted if he was to have any chance of escaping. Another escape attempt would have to be planned much more slowly and carefully.

\tAnders turned to the wall, and opened another hidden panel inside, pressing a button that raised the bars. Sly was no longer trapped between a locked door and the bars, but he was trapped between it and the fox who was closing in. Sly backed up, sobbing and cowering, expecting something horrible. As Anders placed his paw on Sly's shoulder, Sly cringed with fear, but was insistently guided to the security door. Anders entered a code indeed completely different from the one Sly saw him entering from the bathroom. The door opened, and Anders moved Sly inside. Sly's eyes wandered around the room full of valuable items on display.

“This is my trophy room, where I keep the loot I don't wish to sell, preserving memories of satisfying heists, just like the cane of the defeated Cooper clan.” He placed his paw on Sly's chest as they reached the center of the room. “You stand right there and don't move an inch from that spot.”

\tSly nodded and lowered his head slightly, still watching Anders as he moved to the display case containing his family cane, and removed it. The fox approached with a smirk as his captive shuddered nervously, then, to Sly's surprise, dropped the cane to the floor in front of him. Puzzled, Sly's wet eyes met with the devious eyes of the fox. Anders turned away, stepping towards the wall, and stopping, staying where he was, facing the wall, not watching the confused raccoon.

\tSly's eyes shifted between the cane and the fox, waiting for a moment as he tried to figure out what was going on. Anders wasn't moving. He was just standing there, staring at the wall. If he could grab his cane quickly and silently, he would have a clear shot to the front door. He'd be able to try to escape, and if he moved fast enough, he could.. maybe.. make it over the gate and run.

\tNow was his chance, but the terrified raccoon thief hesitated, staring down at the cane. Surely Anders knew the opportunity Sly had been handed. He was obviously waiting for Sly to act. He wanted so badly to grab that cane and run like hell, but the presence of the fox who had hurt him so badly when he tried to escape earlier in the day was so unsettling, the very thought of reaching for his cane almost made him sick to his stomach.

\tAfter a moment of internal debate, Sly broke out into a sob once more, turning his head away from the cane. He just couldn't bring himself to take the risk. Anders grinned as he heard this, and turned to face the crying boy. He stepped in, and patted the cringing raccoon on the head before reclaiming the cane from the floor. Sly had gotten the message. If he tried to escape, Anders would hurt him.

\tSly was looking down at the floor in defeat, and didn't notice Anders preparing to strike him with the cane beyond the whoosh towards his ribs, slamming into his side with an audible crack. Sly left his feet and clutched his side before crashing down onto the hard floor, face contorted with pain, silently trying to scream. Two of his ribs were broken just from the first strike, but before he could force out a scream, the cane came down again, aiming for those same ribs. The cane cracked into his paw, sending a painful shock into his ribs again, but also breaking several bones in his paw.

\tThe fox continued to strike the squirming raccoon. Intense pain shot through Sly's body with every movement, but of course the strikes from the cane were far worse. Eventually, Sly was able to let out a scream. Even his screams hurt. He forced his screams out. They came natural, but he also had to let the fox know how effective his punishment was, so it wouldn't get worse... but it got worse. The fox was soon beating Sly with the cane in a steady, brutal rhythm, bruising and torturing the broken cub without mercy.

\tSly's arm was raised to shield himself from the strikes, but the fox was perfectly fine with striking the defending arm, eventually fracturing it in several places, continuously beating the screaming, painfully squirming raccoon, his young body beaten to the point he couldn't escape even if he still had the will after such a beating. The cane slammed against his arms, ribs, and his legs. Sly couldn't take the beating much longer, but neither could the cane, as the hook suddenly bounced with a snap off of Sly's knee, sliding across the floor.

\tBloody welts formed on Sly's sensitive skin from the strikes. One arm remained limp on the floor while the other one was raised to shield himself from further strikes, his body shaking violently as he screamed from the pain of having so many bones broken. He couldn't run anymore. He couldn't climb, couldn't swing, couldn't jump, couldn't even get to his feet. The 8-year-old's body was all but useless to him. However, as he would soon find out, it was far from useless to the naked, horny fox standing over him with the broken handle of the cane, grinning down at his battered slave boy.

\tAnders knelt down at Sly's feet, gripping his ankles and forcing Sly's legs, one heavily bruised and one broken, inward. Shockwaves of pain shot through Sly's broken body, and struggling hurt even more. Everything hurt. Everything the fox did hurt. His legs were pressed all the way inward, to his chest, his good arm captured and held by the wrist, the other left to lay limp on the floor. That familiar poke at Sly's sphincter let him know exactly what was coming, triggering Sly's squirming again, which only brought more pain. He sobbed, both his mind and his body unable to take the abuse that he knew was coming and couldn't stop. He begged through his desperate blubbering.

“Please don't, it hurts too bad! I'll be good, please don't hurt me more! I'm sorry, don't hurt me more!”

“As I said, this part will come whether you're good or bad. You could have only avoided the beating.”

\tSly started to sob harder, but his highly sore sphincter was invaded once again, and even clenching down on the invading cock sent waves of pain through his body. For an instand, Sly considered not struggling, to make the rape as painless as possible, but intense pain was what he got, struggling or no. The fox wasted no time starting those violent, needy thrusts into the broken slave boy. Sly's loose ribs clacked together with each horrible movement inside him, and still, Anders wasn't going to stop.

\tThe next moments came as a blur. Sly went in and out of consciousness, each time waking to the horrible pain in his body and his bleeding tailhole as the fox slammed into him. All he could see every time he woke up was the naked body of his captor sliding back and forth on him. A cycle of pain and then sleep continued throughout Sly's abuse, until at last he awoke to find the fox standing over him, cum dripping onto his slave, and a phone to his ear, then suddenly the fox was kneeling to him again, gripping an ankle in one paw, and the broken handle of Sly's cane in the other.

“Well then, let's see if we can slow that bleeding.”

\tSly screamed out as the handle was shoved roughly into his hole, and then passed out again. When Sly's eyes opened again, Anders and a very large Polar bear were standing over him. The bear was holding some kind of medical bag. Sly started to stir, and immediately wished he hadn't. He got their attention, and the bear started to undress. Sly whimpered loudly, unable to move away as the bear knelt down, gripping the cane handle and pulling it from Sly's bleeding tailhole. Sly could only protest weakly.

“No.. please... I can't... take it...”

\tThe bear heard Sly's plea, but didn't seem to care what the raccoon boy could and couldn't take. Anders grinned and began stroking his sheath lightly, watching as the massive tip pressed between Sly's cheeks. With the aid of his own blood, the enormous shaft sunk deep into Sly's abused hole. Sly's screams were weak, and the pleasured groans of the bear drowned them out. It wasn't long before Sly lost consciousness again.

\tSly woke up periodically, each time with the bear on top of him, and a thick, thrusting shaft tearing through his insides. Sly's broken body reminded him of the horrible situation he was in for every moment that he was awake, but mercifully allowed the 8-year-old to pass out again, and again, and the bear didn't stop or slow his assault simply because Sly was unconscious. The rape ended while Sly was out, and when he awoken again, the bear was wrapping bandages around him. Occasional flashes of Sly's broken body, wounds, and injuries being tended to were all the boy could remember that night.

\tSly woke again later during the night, wrapped up in bandages and splints, an intense soreness in his rectum. He was back in the bed next to the evil fox, and turning his head to look was enough to wake Anders, those remorseless eyes shifting to meet his. Sly tried to roll away as an arm moved over him, and pulled him across the sheets painfully, pressing his side against the fox's body. Sly lowered his ears and cowered, hoping the punishment was over, and that the horrible fox wasn't planning on hurting him again for fun.

“Looks like I almost killed you in there, but we got you fixed up. Lucky you, you won't be out of bed much, and I'm going to let you heal up before fucking you again. You'll have to be in top shape for the New Year's party.”

\tBefore those words could sink in, Anders's lips pressed against Sly's again, forcing the 8-year-old into a lustful kiss. Sly started to squirm away, but it hurt too much. All the helpless raccoon could do was sob into the kiss, defeated, broken, dreams of escaping his new life as a sex slave shattered, along with some of his bones. Anders groaned lightly in satisfaction, seeming to know exactly what Sly was thinking. The once soon-to-be master thief had given up. He couldn't fight anymore. He could only obey and avoid punishment.

\tSly spent the first of the month laying in bed. Anders couldn't fuck the boy's tailhole without re-injuring it, but that didn't stop the fox from forcing Sly's mouth and throat down over that needy shaft every now and then. Sly resisted the assaults as much as his body would allow, but beyond that, he knew he couldn't stop what was happening to him. He could only endure and hope that one day he would be given a chance to leave. However, plans of escape contained longer and longer waits. The broken and frightened cub couldn't start making an escape plan without an anxiety attack over what types of punishment the fox would give him should he fail. His plan had to be perfect, and none of them were.

\tThe medic would continue to make visits to check on his little patient, and each visit was for more than just Sly's health. The medic took particular interest in fondling Sly's tiny sack as he worked. Eventually, though, Sly recovered from his injuries, and was able to walk around, but still panicked every time the thought of trying to escape entered his mind. Both attempts had been met with violent retaliation, and his young mind ran away and hid at the thought of going through something like that again. On one instance, Sly knew that the front door was carelessly left unlocked, but vomited when his thoughts followed it through to one of many possible conclusions.

\tOne morning, Sly awoke to Anders rolling him onto his front, and cuffing his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Sly's eyes fluttered open, then widened. He began to thrash desperately, realizing that Anders believed it was time to hurt the little raccoon in the one way that didn't depend on his conduct.

“N.. No! Please NO!”

“Do you know what day it is?”

Sly began to sob as he was helplessly bound on the bed. “I've been good! Don't hurt me!”

“Yes, you've been good, but this is still happening. It's new-year's eve, and tonight, you'll fulfill your first official duties as my slave. Although.. you don't have to do much, really.”

\tAnders chuckled coldly, and nuzzled the tip of a butt-plug between Sly's cheeks. The cuffs clanked loudly with Sly's desperate struggling. At least there were no repercussions for resisting when he was about to be raped, but the cuffs held him in place, and soon, the fat object was pressed through his sphincter. It had been so long since anything was placed in there, and it hurt just as much as the first time the fox fucked him. Screams filled the room as the little raccoon's tailhole was stretched by the object that finally popped inside, and held the boy's sphincter open. Sly felt uncomfortably full, and his sphincter was throbbing in pain already, trying to get used to the object inside him.

“That'll help make sure you aren't as damaged as last time.”

\tAnders patted Sly's butt, and left the room, closing the door. Sly was left alone, unable to move and remove the plug inside him, sobbing and squirming, trying to force it out, but nothing worked. He would have to get his paws free, but he was stretched out along the bed tightly, and couldn't pick the locks even if he had something to pick them with. The 8-year-old just sobbed muffledly behind the bedroom door, frightened and helpless. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he was starting to wish he had taken more chances to escape, and still those thoughts only promoted his fear.

\tAnders was making preparations throughout the day, for the most part leaving Sly helpless on the bed. Occasionally he would allow Sly a bathroom break, and towards the end of the day, an enema. Each time, Sly would be wrestled back into the cuffs, and the plug shoved back into his tailhole. It got a little easier, but the discomfort never went away. Noticing some of the preparations Anders was arranging was making Sly more and more nervous. Just what did he mean by “official duty”?

\tThe sun had set, and eventually Sly could hear shuffling and voices in the living room. First a few, then many. The cub didn't like where this seemed to be going. He stayed quiet and still, hoping none of the party guests would notice he was here. Although.. Anders would surely tell them.. but maybe he would forget, or.. maybe he just tied Sly up in the bedroom so that no-one would know he was here. Even so, he had no desire to get their attention.

\tSly's worst fear became reality as the bedroom door opened. The polar bear that treated him was the first to enter the room, and left the door open as he walked in. Sly's heart skipped a beat when he saw that lustful face again, his mind racing with terror. He knew for certain now that he was cuffed to the bed so that he could be raped by anyone and everyone who wanted to hurt him. Did all adults have a secret desire to hurt cubs?

“Good to see you're fit for another pounding.”

\tSly sobbed out, pulling against the cuffs, terrified eyes watching the bear undress beside the bed, desperate not to have to go through it again, but he couldn't even resist this time. The bear applied the lube to his huge shaft and crawled over the squirming raccoon cub trying to free his limbs. He roughly pulled the plug out of Sly's stretched hole, and replaced it with his tip. Sly squeezed his sphincter in anticipation, but due to the stretching, the bear had no problems slipping inside.

\tThe resulting scream drew the attention of the other guests, who began filing into the bedroom to watch the little raccoon get used by the large bear. Sly's eyes darted around the room at all the adults, a few teens, and two or three cub slaves his age who seemed just as interested as the adults in what was going on. The bear wasted no time furthering his pleasure inside that clenching, resisting hole of the helpless thief. Sly's hole was well prepared, but having a thick bear cock slamming into his body was still too much for the small cub.

\tSome of the party guests immediately freed their erections and began stroking them. Others seemed to be waiting their turn, and others simply made small talk while casually watching Sly get raped by the medic that kept him alive to be used just like this. Sly had never been more terrified than in this moment, his body rocking back and forth on the bed with powerful, needy thrusts, and many lustful eyes taking in his torment. Even after the bear stopped, groaning into a powerful orgasm, Sly knew his night was far from over.

\tNo sooner did the bear pull out that he felt someone coming behind him on the bed. His eyes shifted to a small lion cub about his age getting into position, breathing heavily as he positioned his cock to the sobbing raccoon's hole. Sly hoped he could reason with a cub that had probably been treated the same as him.

“Don't do this, please, I can't--”

“Shut up, wuss..”

\tSly yelped out as the lion cub's fist met with his jaw, frozen in shock. The cub's shaft slid into Sly with almost no pain this time. Sly felt he had better take this moment to relax before something bigger went in, burying his face in the mattress and sobbing as the lion groaned in pleasure. However, Sly didn't get a chance to relax, feeling something horribly uncomfortably scraping at his insides as the lion pulled back, lifting his head and pulling at his binds, whining loudly at the unpleasant feeling.

One of the adults chuckled, “First time taking a barbed cock, boy?”

\tEach pull on his insides felt increasingly uncomfortable, and the cub his own age was just as interested in stopping as the adults. His attention was drawn to a husky pup, also about the same age, crawling onto the bed in front of him, naked, and positioning his crotch in front of Sly's muzzle. Anders gripped the puppy's hips and pulled him back, suddenly.

“Woah there, boy.”

\tSly's hopeful eyes shifted to his master. As cruel as the fox was, maybe he still had some form of empathy for his little slave. Anders reached into the nightstand, and produced a ring with straps on it.

“Never put your dick into an unwilling slave's mouth without one of these.”

\tSly sobbed out in despair as Anders expressed concern for not the well-being of his slave, but more so the well-being of someone looking to abuse his slave. His sobs only grew louder as Anders held Sly's bottom jaw and forced the ring into his muzzle, strapping it behind his head, all the while the moaning lion scraping those barbs into him again and again. Sly's muzzle was soon fixed open, highly uncomfortable, straining his jaws. The husky eagerly thanked the adult, and wasted no time shoving his undeveloped cock into Sly's mouth, rubbing it against his tongue and producing cute gags as he thrust into the raccoon's throat, both cubs moaning into a kiss above him as they thrust into both ends of the restrained slave.

\tAll night, the helpless would-be thief was abused endlessly by the party guests, one after another at both ends, groping paws all over him, cocks inside him, pain and torment. At midnight, the guests started getting drunk, the smell of alcohol filling the room as they started abusing him more clumsily, stabbing at the sides of his rectum with inaccurate thrusts, and not for more than the few seconds it took to switch to another cock was Sly not being raped. Sly felt barbs, knots, and all manor of different penises inside him. By the time the sun came up, the gang-rape slowed, but Sly's voice was hoarse from all the screaming, and having his throat fucked so much.

\tMost of the party guests were sleeping in the bedroom by morning, wherever they could find to sleep. Every now and then, one would wake up, get some breakfast, go to the bathroom, maybe rape Sly once again, then go back to sleep. The boy's fur was matted, both dry and fresh cum leaking from his mouth and tailhole, eyes red from all the sobbing, his screams not waking any of the adults so used to the tormented noises of helpless cubs. His limbs, ankles, and wrists were aching from pulling so hard and so violently against the cuffs. Some of the fur was scraped off in that area, leaving only red scrapes behind.

\tHis jaws ached from being forced open for so long. The inside of his mouth was dry except for the cum collected inside. Along with the physical pain came the anxiety for his future. This wasn't a punishment. Rather, it was supposed to be understood that this would be a regular part of Sly's new life as a sex slave. Even if Sly did everything he was told as well as he could do it, his master and the other evil adults, and corrupted cubs would be able to use his body in the most unpleasant ways Sly could imagine. He couldn't have imagined it before, but this night expanded his imagination to include the trauma he was suffering.

\tEven more anxiety came when he thought once again of escaping his new life. Sly felt sick to his stomach when he realized his only choices were to obey and be raped, or try to escape, which would result in beatings, pain, torture, and probably more rape. His father protected him from such things to his dieing breath, but with him gone, there was nothing standing between Sly and the cruelty of the people he never knew existed, and was protected from. No more. No more Cooper Clan, no more freedom, no more compassion, no more protection. Sly was naked in front of the worst of the world practically as well as in reality.

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