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This scene contains kidnapping, cub rape, and snuff
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After the previous entry, Mort is tasked with finding his own new recruit.  No finding someone that's already dead.  He must find someone he doesn't even know yet to enlist in his undead army.  Mostly because his 'peers' are sick of this kid snatching away all their best flesh dolls.  Let him get a few of his own, better someone unfortunate die than they wait another minute for getting their zombies back.  The five year old necromancer grabs a few minions he likes the look of for protecting himself, and ventures forth.

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Janus: Janus's skirt swung back and forth, flashing her panties occasionally as the 5-year-old bunny kicked her legs as she navigated the monkey bars on the playground. Only one adult and a few other cubs were in the playground, and the adult seemed to have a small bladder, often making trips to the bathroom. Janus's mom was still in the house, not too far away from the playground. The little girl had snuck out to play without her mother's permission.

Mort: Holding his hands around the forehead of his steed, Mort is on a horse anthro.  His two buddies are a vixen, literally, a fox anthro, and a sleek black feline.  cougar, mointain lion, or something.  Patches of fur or hair are rubbed off, skin is missing in a few spots, but they're otherwise wearing normal clothing, arranged neatly.  they look well groomed - for zombies.  Spotting Janus, even though Mort is covering his mount's eyes, his head turns, and Mort looks at her, then looks around.  Without even a motion, the other two split, flanking, as they attempt to sneak up to grab Janus, and cover her mouth, and grab her extremeties, to hold on to her and keep her quiet.

Janus: The pink and white bunny tries to swing her legs onto the platform on the other side of the monkey bars as she inches closer to it. She hears footsteps pounding towards her, but she pays no attention to it as she knows the other cubs are playing nearby. Everything happens so quickly, that by the time she gets over the initial shock of being grabbed suddenly, something has a grip on her arms, legs and mouth. Her body tenses and freezes for a moment as they pull her from the monkey bars, then she begins to squirm desperately, smelling the dead flesh and her screams muffled with a dead paw, which by itself would have been enough to horrify her.

Mort: The fox and feline briskly walk back to the zombie horse, and drowsy looking rat - no, deer - maybe he's a hybrid? ...on the horse's neck.  Drowsy, though grinning.  His mount turns, and starts to walk away, and the two carrying Janus quickly catch up.  the dead flesh smells more like dust than anything else, but the faint smell of decomposition is still lingering somewhat.  you don't bathe zombies unless you want to bring out more stink.

Janus: The cub's wide eyes meet with those of the necromancer, her heart racing from that disturbing grin. Her legs are strong for her age, and she uses that strength, fueled by adrenaline, to try to break free of the zombies' grip on her, squealing into the paw, thrashing her head and trying to break free long enough to call for help.

Mort: The horse pauses, and holds up a hand, which Mort puts a rag in, then pours a bit of a clear liquid onto it from a small bottle, maybe half a pint.  The horse takes a knee, and kowtows to let mort off of him, then jogs up to the other two, to place the rag around the space between the paw and Janus's face, smelling of something sickly sweet.  if she could recognise it, she would know it's chloroform.

Janus: With everyone's attention on her, her eyes dart back and forth between the zombies and their master. She hadn't a clue what was going on with the bottle and the rag, but she didn't want the largest zombie, or the necromancer anywhere near her, so she tried to pull her head away from the rag. The smell wasn't so bad, but as she started to feel slightly faint, her body jerked one more time in struggle before she fell limp and unconscious.

Mort: By the time Janus wakes up, she's lying on something soft, warm, and fuzzy.  Like she's on someone's belly.  She can feel a muzzle just resting against the top of her head.  Her wrists and ankles are held out, spread eagled, by ropes, that once she tries to move, have very little give to them.  once she opens her eyes, she could see the ropes tied to stone pillars on the sides of the room, a simple overhand knot tying the rope to itself.  or several overhand knots.  She is lying a few inches off the floor, the feline under her, and the vaulted ceiling and ornate tapestries on the walls make for an interesting combination of echo and sound dampening.  Mort is sitting on his horse, the mount never tiring, standing there, and the fox is standing nerby as well.  She is also completely naked.

Janus: Janus's eyes flutter open slightly. At first she doesn't know where she is, but that familiar scent causes her eyes to pop open, and her body jerks. Her breath goes from calm to rapid in an instant as her wide eyes dart around. Her body is bound and completely exposed, soft white fur along her front and inner-thighs. She thrashes wildly in the ropes, screaming as loud as she can, hoping someone will hear her and come rushing in.

Mort: Mort hops down off his mount, finally speaking 'She's awake!  good, we get to play!'  the vixen starts to strip the feline, as the other two start stripping as well.  The horse is beginning to get erect, and she can feel something touching her lightly between her legs.  something soft with many points.  They take a couple minutes to strip, and the vixen takes their clothing away once it is off, to another room.  There is a hall at either end of the room, in front and behind her, and another door on her left.  the right does not have a visible door at the moment.

Janus: The innocent cub doesn't yet know the significance of being naked, and the males in the room removing their own clothes, but being helplessly tied with no way to protect herself, and nobody trying to silence her--obviously not afraid of someone hearing her, everything begins to frighten her, and she starts to sob, her small muscles tensing as she continues to pull on the ropes, fur being stripped from her wrists and ankles by her bonds as she pulled against them. "L... Let.. LET ME GO!!"

Mort: Bounding over, to stand between her legs, "Oh, don't worry.  I'm just havin' a bit of fun, and then after that, you won't have a care in the world!"  He bends down, stroking his thin penis, slowly getting hard.  The horse is fully erect already, and by now it's apparent there was something off about that.  the flare of the horse's cock has a bit missing from the underside, the bottom half of the head split down the middle.  and obviously after death, it isn't healed over where the flesh was torn.  The vixen went down the hall past her feet, and is just now coming back, her expression - as well as the other undead - emotionless and deadpan; Pun intended.

Janus: Turning her eyes to the rat, his bounding approach causing her to pull all her limbs inward as little as the ropes will allow, her discomfort from the approaching captor becoming even more obvious. Her eyes fall to his penis. She had only seen one before by accident, and always assumed it had only the one purpose she saw it being used for, but her terror left little room for confusion as she sobbed and tried to move away, her rump wiggling against whatever that uncomfortable prickly thing was between her legs.

Mort: "OK, first, let's get that out of the way," as he points between her legs.  She can feel the feline move his arms and paws enough to move it, and it presses againmst her tailhole, only gently.  Mort moves out of the way, and the vixen grabs the feline cock to line it up, as the feline grabs her hips, before they pause.  "Oh, right.  Lube."  He bends down, spitting at the area, hitting her pussy a little, and the now slick feline cock is roughly pushed against her asshole, slowly being forced inside, before it's held fully in, quite firmly.

Janus: She tries to look under her as she hears and feels the feline shifting around, and after a few quick glances deduces that the uncomfortable prickly thing was another penis.. touching her.. but she couldn't pull far enough away to avoid contact. Her body tenses a bit as the rat moves down and spits between her legs, having no idea what to expect. She whined out and tried to look behind her again as she felt the highly uncomfortable pressure building against her tiny sphincter, starting to grow a bit painful. Once it began to slide in, all of the ropes tightened from a hard jerk as the cub gasped for air, filling her lungs, but continuing to try to gasp as her hole is slowly forced open, ripping to allow the adult shaft inside her, then letting out a shriek from the continuing pain, fists clenched, toes curled, desperately trying to pull her tailhole off of her first penetration.

Mort: Mort smiles as he hears the screams.  "Yup, nice and inno- ...wait...."  He reaches down, to feel inside her pussy, for her hymen.  She can feel the thin wall of skin getting pinched lightly between the barbed cock and his fingers.

Janus: Tears stream down the 5-year-old's face. Her already tight insides were clenching hard against the rat's finger as it entered. You could feel the hard and rapid pulse of her heartbeat against your finger as the torment began, her knees bending as she tried to close her legs. It was all she could do.

Mort: Mort smiles, nods, and withdraws his fingers.  "Yup, innocent.  OK, this is gonna hurt for a second, then it'll feel good.  I think."  He strokes himself hard again, kneels down, and holds onto her hips.  The vixen lines it up with Janus's pussy, and he thrusts in once, hard and fast, and holds it there.

Janus: From what the feline had done, Janus realizes what's coming next as the vixen fixes the tip of her master's penis against her tiny slit, trying to catch her breath to beg, but all she can get out is "N.. N...!" then a new wave of pain shoots through her body, continuing from the origin of the hard thrust, and her renewed thrashing massages the invasion with her tightly clenched pussy as she shudders and shrieks into the echo of the room.

Mort: He holds himself inside, feeling her spasms, and after a minute, "I bet you'll like whst comes next."  He starts to thrust inside her, shallowly at first, then more complete strokes.  He may only have four inches, but for a five year old, that ain't too bad.  As he starts this, the horse walks over, kneels down, and his balls hover over her face, just out of reach.  "Wow, all the way past her belly button!  That's pretty good."

Janus: Her limbs spasm as that hot, relatively large invasion starts to move inside her, then soon begin to piston inside her. "AAAHAAAAHAHAHH!! S.. STAAAAAAAAHHAH!!!!" Her body spread and vulnerable to this assault, she can only continue to clench and thrash, immediately turning her head to the side as the equine's balls rested on her, continuing her almost wordless begging and screaming as her innocence is painfully stolen

Mort: He continues thrusting, starting to get into it, and says "Oh c'mon, you don't like this?"  The vixen starts to bend down, to lick her taint, between the planted feline cock and his much thinner and warmer one.

Janus: Her tailhole was stretched so far there was not much taint to lick, and the cold tongue caused her insides to flutter slightly. As her body was jerked back and forth on the ropes, she soon fought back the only way she was able, biting down hard into the dead horse's leg, though the rotted meat was less than appealing.

Mort: Mort sighs, "Dammit, I'll have to patch that up.  Meh, later.  You like to taste horse meat?  Taste this."  The vixen gets up, and straddles her, picking her up by the back of her neck, and forcing her head back.  She squeezes Janus's cheeks just a bit to keep the mouth open, and the horse cock plunges between her lips.  Just enough to get wet each time, and it penetrates further with every  thrust.  By this point, the vixen has fingers under Janus's lower lip, and the feline has fingers at her nose, forcing her mouth open.  After the first plunge, the horse tries to push his meat down her throat.

Janus: She thrashes her torso back and forth as the vixen grabs her head, her labored breaths and screams continuing as her mouth is slowly forced open, and held there. Her screams are soon muffled by the undead horse shaft slipping into her mouth. She can see only his balls getting closer to her face now. She gags loudly as the tip forces its way deeper, then her body arches as her vocal reflexes suddenly go silent, with only the wet sound of her desparate tongue trying to force the horse's cock out  remaining

Mort: Mort sighs, "Aah, peace and quiet."  He thrusts harder, enjoying her writhing and spasms, and she can see the balls swinging closer and closer, as the pressure builds in her body and in her lungs, before they just ever so lightly tap her on her forehead.  It feels like it is plugging the top of her stomach as well as her entire throat, completely unable to breathe, as the pain in her pubic region continues.  Perhaps she's finally getting used to it?  Or maybe she'll black out before that happens.

Janus: Janus had never been more terrified in her life than this moment, tormented by the barbed shaft in one hole, and her captor raping her previously untouched cunt, and suddenly unable to pull any more air into her lungs. She couldn't move and couldn't breathe as she felt the continuing slaps between her legs and the hot meat slamming into her, and she knew biting wasn't going to do any good. Aside from futile thrashing, she could do nothing to stop the necromancer cub from taking what he wanted from her restrained and mortally threatened body

Mort: His voice starting to sound strained as her writhing starts to send him over the edge, he says, to nobody in particular, "No kill like overkill."  He appears to be getting close, as he reaches up, and gropes the uncaring vixen's dead chest, roughly pinching her nipples.

Janus: Her wet eyes widened at that statement, confirming all her fears. Her torment would only end along with her life. You can feel the pounding pulse against your cock getting even more rapid as you say it, and as her heart pumps harder, her body demands more oxygen. She would hyperventilate now if she could ventilate at all, her throat bulging with every attempt to breathe, her desperate thrashing at its peak before starting to become lighter. Her body shudders and she pulls on the ropes, pulling steadily more weakly, fighting to stay conscious and slowly losing as she can still feel that needy member extracting its pleasure from her clenched, unwilling pussy.

Mort: Just as her writhing starts to weaken, he holds himself inside fully, spurting his vermin seed within her clenching walls.  Only a drop, but still potentially enough to impregnate.  The horse cock thrusts fully in as well, the heavy silken scrotum bouncing roughly against her muzzle as the sheath forces her mouth just wide enough to pop, and the medial ring pops past her vocal cords

Janus: Janus's tiny slit slowly begins to relax a few seconds after the thrusting stopped, mostly from her body losing consciousness. It slams down on your throbbing shaft one more time as her jaw dislocates, and after a jerk and spasms, that last push of pain was the last thing she felt before falling limp. Her body involuntarily made a last effort to continue trying to pull air into the dying body, her eyes rolled back, lifeless before the rest of her would surely follow.

Mort: Mort slowly relaxes, and pulls out, leaving his minions where they are for now, and after a few minutes, they withdraw, and Janus gets untied, and rises, another one of his minions.