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as part of Nightmare Elementary.

The roster of cubs started with 10, now we're down to 3.

(Recommend downloading document for formatting)", "writing": "Nightmare Elementary:\nEnd of Week 7\n(RP log between Mizzyam and Fens)\n\n#####WARNING#####\nThis log contains violent and then brutal cub rape, gore, vomit, and death.\n#####WARNING#####\n\n\n\n'In a fog' was certainly one way to put it, once Hana had blessedly-pain-relieving douche and a night's sleep behind her. There were probably individuals who would have loved to study the effects of (what Hana had certainly taken on board as) a looming execution on a ten year-old girl-cub. There might even be such individuals watching! Lewd-intention presumably wasn't a requirement for whatever method of subscription the producers had set up. It wasn't quite anything to be worried about from a medical point of view, but the pretty little demi-raccoon was absolutely going through periods of lucidity and... not.\n\nBe it switching from ignoring her friends to trying much too hard to engage with them (even if that did seem to involve more clutching hugs than anything), to wandering the grounds alternating between almost dazed or determinedly looking for something that might work in her favour, her state was anything but steady.\n\nWith dinner done - she was in one of her introverted, almost automated-seeming phases from then until washing up and bedtime - she almost seemed resolved, although to what was unclear. In truth, drifting as she was toward action, Hana had promised herself that, now that she could walk okay again, she'd wait until the others were asleep and then try... something. She didn't know what, but after what had happened to them all before, she didn't want to drag her friends into whatever she might try.\n\nAs such, when they came for her, it might almost be an amusing interlude for the cameras to catch. So long as they had stealth on their side (and Walker was inclined to that by species after all), the 'kidnappers' would find Hana awake and packing the few things she could think of that might help her into her backpack. She was just making a last quick check, knowing that even if she had until morning, she'd not have a chance to come back... when that big, dark-furred paw clamped over her mouth and nose.\n\nEyes shot wide, and of course the naked little girl shrieked into Principal Walker's palm, her own little hands shot up to clutch and pull at it as she was whisked off her feet and away from her smart little red bag. Sadly even the screaming would be a sorry gesture: beside just how hard Walker had a hold of her face, the size of his paw, and no chance to gulp air in readiness, the sound itself was more of an adorable, if slightly scratchily high-pitched, \"MNNGH!\"\n\nThusly plucked from the sleeping space, Hana would be fairly easily carted away. Even with the blind-panic thrashing of her legs and paws clawing at the one had ahold of her, she was still small, weak, even for her size... the fur on the upturned side of Walker's paw would be damp with tears even before he'd hauled her out of the room into the night.\n\nWhether or not her almost-packed bag was there on the floor next to her cot come the morning would be up to how thorough Buru felt like being, before he shut the door behind them.\n\n—\n\nAs sudden as Hana's abduction from her hastily prepared escape plan was, the little hybrid wasn't taken very far into the night. Walker and his burly bodyguards were just as quick to drop her flat on the hallway floor as soon as she'd been sufficiently separated from her friends; far enough that her screams wouldn't be heard, nor could she navigate her way back.\n\nOnce the skunk-thing had been unceremoniously dumped off, the men retreated back through the final door and locked it. The confusion would no doubt mount in light of the bizarre retreat, but they had only been following Red's request. After all, he'd been planning and waiting and hoping for this moment for some time now.\n\nIn the dark of the school's empty hallways, even the hare's uncharacteristically pale fur blended in well enough as he stepped out into view behind Hana, completely naked from head to toe, save for his notable red tie. Despite it being neatly drawn up to his throat as if he were dressed formally, the buck was visibly unkempt. His body twitched and shivered as he turned to face the cub who'd officially just been locked inside a school with a bloodthirsty murderer that had, up until now, been holding it all in.\n\nAs the hare planted his foot, his other arm came into view, and what little moonlight there was to illuminate the space glinted off the shiny, chrome steel of the meat-hook he was wielding. His last hunt just hadn't felt the same without it, but now that his precious love was firmly in his grasp tonight, Red could finally let loose all the frustration's he'd been holding back all this time. The restrictions, the waiting, and having to deal with Eiko's presence whenever Max had drunk himself into a stupor. He really needed this.\n\nRed wasn't going to hold back this time, and the narrow glare through which is menacing red-eyed glow shined brightly in the dark, served only to amplify the chilling terror that dripped from his voice as he finally spoke aloud, whether it was to get the girl's attention or snap her out of a horrified shock, it hardly mattered.\n\n\"Yet another predator for me to play with...\" he chuckled darkly, breathing in as if to take in her scent, \"And a filthy hybrid at that. I've been watching you very closely, you know... frankly you fascinate me, see–I've been trying to deduce just what pathetic whelp of a male must've rutted your whore of mother to create such a weak little mutant like you.\"\n\nAs hurtful as his words were, his manic glare and the trembling of his weapon-hand made it clear he wasn't there just to say mean things.\n\n\"I thought... perhaps an otter or a weasel, since you're just so damn slimy–nice try betraying all your stupid little friends by the way, I was totally rooting for you there–but then I realized... two predators would have to produce something more self-serving and vicious, so it's clear to me now, you're the sad byproduct of a predator and a prey. A failure of procreation... So in fact, ending your life might be more of a mercy. Or perhaps just nature weeding out the weak. Either way, we'll make use of your death.\"\n\nRaising his weapon then, he turned it as it caught the moonlight, miming an eviscerating action to punctuate his final words, \"I was told even you don't know your lineage, and that's a shame, because knowledge is power, and it's clear your lack of it has led you here. So I'll use your final moments to help narrow down the list of suspects... even if I have to cut and slice and dissect you. Down to the bone.\"\n\nA crooked grin spread across his face then as the buck suddenly took a step forward, followed by another.\n\n—\n\nThe lack of reaction from Hana's captors was almost as scary as... everything else. Up until now, Principal Walker may have gone from a figure of kind and trustworthy authority to an overly intimate grownup who'd been far, far too into physically exploring her than she could ever be comfortable with, but he'd still had time for her. One way or another.\n\nNow the almost careless way she was transported deeper into the school left her feeling as if she had had one more constant ripped away. Arguably, clutched by the face against his front as she had been, she had seen more of Buru on this occasion than she had of the panther who'd figured so heavily in her 'school life' so far.\n\nDespite the coldness however, she still tried all sorts on the way to their destination - and in her panic, Hana barely registered that she wasn't being taken to the disciplinary committee's offices, either. Most microscopic of mercies, that: if she had realised, there might have been the briefest thought of reprieve. By the time Walker had dropped her off, Hana had gone from screaming and thrashing, to slightly more coherent struggling... even to what sounded like trying to plead! Although with the paw firmly in place the whole way, the principal would only have been able to make out one word in ten or so.\n\n'Sorry' and 'please' had featured prominently - inevitably. If he'd listened carefully, Walker might have made out attempts to promise Hana would 'be good', presumably in light of the running away. Or that she would 'do anything', and at one point what sounded a lot like 'you promised'. He hadn't promised, of course, but that little interlude in the panther's office had inevitably made its own little place in Hana's mind.\n\nAnd then she had just been dropped. It wasn't a long fall, but it still earned a little shriek as she fell from the principal's arms to the hard floor of the school hallway, and another little yelp of hurt when she landed, partially on her behind. Blessedly some instinct had prevented her landing on her tail, but by the time Hana had managed to pick herself up, Buru was already closing the door behind her.\n\n\"W-Wait!\" shouted, and the last Walker would see of his 'favourite' was the raven haired little hybrid girl running for the closing door, before it slammed shut and the sound of the locks falling into place resounded back into the darkened hallway. \"Principal Walker! Principal Walker!\"\n\nShe wasn't even pleading anymore: this was all far too confusing. She thought that she was supposed to be taken to the building where the scary grown-ups were staying, and that something awful would happen to her there. Not just.. abandoned here in the dark halls had almost started to become familiar to her after two months inhabiting the school. Not that she didn't try the handles, and then beat her little fists and forearms against the solid doors when that failed.\n\nWhether it was some movement on the hare's part, or it took until he started to speak, Hana still jumped, whirled around to face him as he revealed himself in the hallway. It was, again, such a bizarre moment that she initially seemed not to know how to react; just stared at his not-quite nakedness with slowly widening eyes and...\n\nHana didn't know what that was, but it was very shiny, and clearly very sharp. Then the things he was saying started to sink in.\n\n\"I-I'm not -\" the inevitable response, almost without thinking. Not a predator? Not filthy? She hadn't thought that far - although Hana's attention to cleanliness all through the show at least gave her a little weight on that front. She'd even ended up washing before bed last night! Heck, if the hare could get the girl's scent from there, she might actually smell pretty nice!\n\nIn the end, all she could do was stand there and listen to his little speech, eyes flicking from those frighteningly bright, red eyes, to the hook, to every other bit of his anatomy. Crotch inevitably included. By the halfway point she was trying to back away, although that sealed door was at her back, and her too-big tail was low and pressed against her ankles. She swallowed. 'Betrayed'. She hadn't thought about it that way but...\n\nThat would have been a horrible line of thought to get stuck on, had the hare not prompted her to move on to other things. Because he was talking about killing her. Even at a distance he could probably see the cute, naked little grey-furred figure had begun to shake, or at the very least hear how unsteady her breaths had become.\n\nHana glanced around - these halls weren't completely straight, and there was still some distance between her and the grown-up who had swiftly proven himself far scarier than any of the others to whom she had been exposed so far. So in all likelihood... there was a branch in the hall between her and him. She was frozen, though. Starting to breathe faster and faster and the tears starting to trickle from her eyes and -\n\nSomething about that step toward her was what did it. The step and a catch of the very little light on that shiny hook, and Hana's breath caught on a lump of panic that drove her to run. It didn't matter that she was running toward the hare for a moment, she bolted toward the junction with the next hallway and fled.\n\n—\nThe moment Hana took flight, Red's eyes widened in wild excitement. At first he wasn't sure if his threats would end up paralyzing the girl with fear, but the sheer delight in witnessing the opposite was all too obvious as the hare reared up to take a swing. Though he hadn't taken another step, his reach with the meat-hook was enough to cover the gap between them as the raccoon hybrid had no other option but to bolt past him.\n\nTo show he was serious, he swept the hook through the air in a powerful, downward arc, slicing through the cub's flowing black hair as it trailed behind her. Though he'd missed by the closest of margins, Hana had no doubt felt the steel tip graze the back of her head before yanking a handful of hairs out in the process.\n\nHana got away and was already fleeing down the hall, but Red just pursued her at his own pace, letting out a loud, maniacal cackle as the girl fled for her life. He knew full well that she had nowhere to run. All of the doors leading outside were locked, and her precious 'friends' were separated by several more as well. It was just Red and Hana for the entire night, which had barely started.\n\nAs the cub ran, he followed like an unstoppable force, Hana's naked, slapping footsteps making it easy to track her movements for the first few minutes. However, perhaps in light of his bold approach of entering each room so loudly, his target stopped moving around as obviously. And thus, the true cat-and-mouse had begun, and judging by Red's expression–barely visible in the dark, but picked up clearly by the unseen, night-vision cameras still recording– he was loving every second of it.\n\nComing to a stop outside the cafeteria, the hare quirked his ears and listened. There was the tiniest squeak of a door in the distance somewhere, then silence. Hana had stopped moving too, but she must've been nearby still. She wasn't in the cafeteria itself though, he knew that much, if for no other reason than because of Poly's prior experience there.\n\nAfter a few moments, Red started to move again, slowly. As he moved down the hall, he passed the bathrooms and stopped once more, eyeing both doors with a deepening furrow of his brows and a growing grin.\n\n\"Einie... meanie...\" he called out into the dark, waving his meat-hook between each door as he decided which to enter, \"Minie... Moe!\"\n\nRed swiftly kicked in the door leading to the girl's bathroom, slipping inside before it could close with a heavy thump behind him. The room was pitch-black, having no source of natural light, but the hare immediately removed the handicap with a flick of the lightswitch nearby. Bright, blinding light filled the room then, affecting Red as much as anyone else. Squinting in pain he moved into the space, his soft paw-pads making almost no sound on the floor as he walked.\n\n\"Are we playing hide-and-seek now...?\" he asked the room as he approached the first of several closed stalls, \"Because I'd much rather be playing TAG!\" Snapping sharply, he kicked in the door, hard enough to break the lock even if it had been engaged, but considering how easily it flopped open, and the absence of eyes filled with terror, it was obviously not where Hana had been hiding. He moved to the next door, chuckling despite his failure.\n\n\"Which door will it be... door number 2...?\" Another kick shook the entire structure for all the stalls as the door flew open and almost off of its hinges. \"Or perhaps... door number THREE!\" This time, when he kicked the door, it didn't give in immediately, despite losing a hinge and twisting awkwardly–a sure sign it was locked. So he kicked again with more vigor, then grabbed it and ripped it free like a bear tearing into a refrigerator.\n\n\"Foooooound you,\" he growled loudly, just like that metaphorical bear.\n\n—\n\nHana had no idea the extent to which she was being toyed with, of course. Few people were ever faced with situations akin to the horror scenario that her counterpart on the Disciplinary Committee had set up, nor with the sort of monster with whom she'd been locked inside the school.\n\nBut even as she bolted, he lashed out at her, and the small shriek that escaped as she rushed by and the hook swept so close to her skull was entirely reflex. The slight tug as a few locks of hair were snagged and slashed told her how close she had come, but terror had her bare legs working furiously as she fled down the corridor, and in that moment she might not have been able to slow herself even if she had wanted.\n\nA couple of times she very nearly tripped, mostly over her own feet as they padded hard against the vinyl floor. The corridor was a blur thanks to her tears, but even in panic Hana had the sense not to go screaming for help that wouldn't be coming. She'd been here too long to make a mistake that foolish, at least.\n\nShe did end up running through the cafeteria, but Red was right to assume that she would not stop there. Had Poly related what had happened to her during the game that had signaled the beginning of The Turn? Even if not, something about that place... maybe it was the stainless steel of the counters and empty food trays, in light of that hook being carried by the lapine that was following her through the darkened halls. Either way, she didn't care to stay, slipping out the other end of the silent eatery and wincing as its hinges complained.\n\nEven if she had realised, on some level, that trying to be stealthy would serve her better than a breakneck run, Hana was still operating almost entirely on fear. The hare had given her just enough time to begin to process her situation, but hardly enough - and even then, processing only threatened to confront her with just how much trouble she was in.\n\nSo that same fear, and the wish for a place to hide and take stock, was what finally drove Hana to duck into the first bathroom after the cafeteria. The girls, as it turned out, though on this occasion she had not been thinking about which she was more likely to be searched for within. All she cared for in the moment was that the stall she had thrown herself into was a place of (illusory) safety where she could catch her breath, and at least try to think.\n\nHer breaths were coming hard now, too - chest rising and falling, and moreso as she tried to make the breaths both deep and quiet. But she began to get the air she needed again, even to relax just a fraction albeit not even a little toward true calm. And to consider. The school was not that large, no matter how monolithic and labyrinthine it might seem in the dark and whilst being hunted by a monstrous off-white hare with a meat hook. She was fairly sure she and the others had used this bathroom to wash on at least a couple of occasions, and that meant there was a door out into the playground only -\n\nAnd that was when the BANG knocked her thoughts completely off-kilter once again, as Red kicked in the door to her chosen bathroom. She barely kept herself from shrieking then and there! And then only by clamping paws over her mouth as she sat on the toilet in the dark, like a pretty little horror movie trope come to life. At least she didn't have any dangling panties to betray her as she hiked her feet up off the floor, lest the monster peek underneath the stalls! Even her tail was draped over the cistern to keep it from giving her away.\n\nThe next BANG of the much lighter stall door nearest the way out of the bathroom made her jump on the seat and bundle her knees closer still, all whilst clutching her own face in desperate effort to smother her rapid breaths. Come the next explosion of noise and complaining wood, Hana was crying again, her eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled over her fingers and pattered onto her bare thighs.\n\nHer heart felt like it was trying to escape it was beating so hard, all while her mind rushed for options in the stretching moment that she knew preceded her door being -\n\nBANG.\n\nThe door held, but Hana still gave a shriek - she couldn't help it! Not least because she'd uncovered her mouth amidst trying to avoid being struck by the hinge snapping off its mount and launching itself across the enclosed space of the toilet cubicle. But then it shifted, Hana puzzled for a split second - before Red ripped it open the wrong way to reveal that picture of a naked little horror heroine trapped in the classic hiding place.\n\nShe didn't respond. Just huge eyes staring up at him - she had actually been saved from the worst of the lights' flashing on by the stall door - dark and pretty in the bright illumination of the overhead strip lamps. Further, with her knees up so near her chest in that futile attempt to hide, the little girl had hiked her pelvis forward a little: pointed at him was an unwittingly perfect view of the curve of her cute little bottom, and the tight shut line of that downy white pussy squished below clenched thighs.\n\nIt lasted for a long moment, too long for Hana's own good, but whether the hare went for her at that point or not, some instinct from the (accurately guessed) prey portion of her lineage kicked in and Hana tried to bolt again. She whirled on the toilet seat, trying to scramble up onto the back of the cistern even as that overly large, overly fluffy tail whisked almost in her hunter's face. From there the plan was clearly to try to climb up and over the stall's dividing wall, either through a jump and a mad scramble or even with the help of any exposed pipes.\n\n—\n\nWhen the final door revealed his quarry, and his wild gaze met hers, Red eagerly took in the sight of the trembling, frightened little girl. Illuminated by the lights overhead, yet still cast in his shadow, he could see every inch of her fragile, naked body in detail. Though Hana was initially frozen with fear, it was his red eyes that must've kept her in place, because the instant his attention drifted south to her exposed privates, so perfectly on display for him, the raccoon hybrid suddenly sprung into action.\n\nThe girl was certainly quick and agile enough to climb the stall's wall, but even if she'd been an acrobat, she would've had a hard time slipping free, as no sooner had her tail brushed across his face, was it suddenly captured in a vice-like grip. Red grinned and cackled at her futile attempt to escape over the stall's dividing wall. Really, even if she'd succeeded, she couldn't have gotten far.\n\n\"Now, now! Where are you off to in such a hurry, little Hana?\" he teased, bringing her back down onto the cistern with one sharp, violent tug, and then forcing her back down onto the toilet seat with another. \"Let's have a little fun first, before we continue, shall we?\"\n\nExpecting limbs to begin flailing now that he had Hana in a compromising position, the hare reached a paw out swiftly and gripped the cub by her throat, digging his fingers in as he leaned his naked body against her own and forced her into submission while also getting closer to her ear.\n\n\"I heard about you and your former buddies trying to escape the other night, by the way. For a while there, I was worried we wouldn't get to play. But since they said it was taken care of... I refrained from hunting you down myself. So... I guess you really only bought yourself a day. That said... a chase through the woods would've been quite exhilarating. A shame, really. So instead, we're going to play all night... and make memories all over the school to share with your old friends...\"\n\nPressing his face close to hers, Red opened his maw to drag a tongue up her cheek, catching any tears that may have fallen, all the while holding Hana by the neck until her squirming died down. Once he could sense that she was losing the strength to resist, he continued, \"Thaaat's it. Take solace in the few hours you have left to live, because I'll be making sure you feel alive to the fullest before I finally rip your soul from your battered body. Now give us a kiss...\"\n\nMoving in with claws teasing at her throat, Red pressed his lips to Hana's as his free paw 'encouraged' her jaws to part enough for his tongue to slip inside. Though she could've easily attempted to bite, at this point the risk of danger was part of the allure for the hare.\n\n—\n\nAnd in fact, even if Hana had succeeded in scaling the dividing wall, the result might not have been very elegant. She was not an acrobat, and under normal circumstances would have frozen up there. As it was, she would probably have tumbled into the next stall and might even have hurt herself - how nice of Red to keep her from such an accident!\n\nNot that Hana seemed to appreciate the 'rescue' terribly much. In fact she gave another of her abrupt little shrieks! - she seemed to be quite good at those - only for the sound to cut short as if the sensation of her grabbed tail had been overwhelming enough to freeze her completely. Maybe it had! No doubt the disproportionately large extremity had a similarly disproportionate share of nerves and sensitivity; already throughout the show, she had demonstrated an even greater dislike for people taking ahold of it than might otherwise have been warranted.\n\nIt only seemed to make her stall momentarily however, though there was an extra tension there as she turned her head slowly back to look at the hare had that vicious hold of her. As if she couldn't stop herself looking, but simultaneously felt as if she could keep whatever horrible thing would happen next from taking place so long as she simply didn't make eye contact with that awful red gaze -\n\nTugged. Yet another short, abortive shriek, the manipulation of her tail certainly serving to stall any efforts at resistance long enough to get her sat firmly back down on the toilet seat. Maybe it was the tail yanking, or the eyes, or just deer-in-the-headlights knowledge she was trapped, but she actually didn't fight back. Not until he grabbed her by the throat at any rate. She'd actually started some almost certainly impotent plea before he cut her voice off along with her ability to draw proper breath!\n\n\"D-Nkh-!\"\n\nHer little hands were immediately clamped around the hare's wrist, gripping about as hard as they could in turn, the subtle pressure barely enough to register let alone force him to relent as her eyes somehow managed to get bigger. Hana's cheeks were already tear-streaked, but fresh ones were pricking at the corner of her eyes, and a strangled little noise of hurt popped out as he leant against her, and so forced her back against the edge of the cistern.\n\nIt was as if she couldn't blink anymore, no matter how much her tearful, tear-blurred eyes smarted. Not when he was right there in her face. Proximity thus had even killed her ability to kick at him, although her legs were still half un-bent, slightly spread either side of the naked hare as if caught mid-thrashing.\n\nShe couldn't speak, of course. Not with his grip on her neck as vicious as it was. Still Hana's mouth worked as if she might be trying to, before simply falling back to shaking her head tearfully back and forth as the monster talked about the attempt to get away and how it had failed. Blue-dark, silky hair whisked about her shoulders and face.\n\nShe was just, just able to muster breath enough that when he licked her, the reflexive stiffening came with a shallow-scratchy, \"Heekh-!\" sound to go with the attempt to twist her head away and finally screw shut her eyes.\n\n... She didn't get far. He'd forced her head back easily of course, and while her jaw was clenched tight it was no challenge to force her mouth to open again, ready for when he pressed his own against that cutely minimal little muzzle of hers.\n\nShe didn't bite him. Not even when his tongue slipped past her lips and she jerked as if the impulse to choke had come merely from the feel of his tongue against hers. The warm, wet little muscle darted away reflexively even before the jerk of Hana's chest that suggested the disgust had hit her a moment later.\n\nThe way her bare chest was working, rising up and down practically against her attacker's, it was clear she might have been at risk of frightened hyperventilation but for the stranglehold around her neck. In fact the little demi-raccoon was just beginning to weaken, the inability to get enough air (even before he had obstructed her mouth with his own) really starting to take its toll.\n\nThat was probably why the fear drew back just enough for the flicker of a thought to touch her mind that this wasn't the first time anyone had kissed her. Principal Walker had done that, hadn't he? There was almost, almost relief there, amidst the ever-so-slightly distant-feeling panic, and the hurt, and the sick feeling in the top of her chest as she felt Red's tongue exploring the inside of her mouth.\n\n—\n\nOnce Hana had been sufficiently subdued, Red finally eased his grip on her neck, manipulating the cub's head and muzzle to accept more of his tongue inside. Locking her into an oral embrace that she couldn't have escaped if she'd tried, the hare finally released the raccoon hybrid's throat so his paw could freely explore the body he'd been leaning all his weight into. Hana wasn't left without discomfort though, as the pressure around her neck became a vice around one of her ears instead.\n\nIt wasn't easy to manage the handle of his weapon along with the girl's ear, but once he had both in hand, he squeezed indiscriminately, looking to extract more of those musical shrieks of hers so he could feel them vibrate and reverberate through her and into him. And all the while, his tongue expertly and eagerly explored the confines of Hana's tiny maw. As he worked over every inch of flesh in one respect, his wandering paw reached new regions as it crept ever lower on her body.\n\nWith Hana pinned between him and the toilet's reservoir and both of her legs already partly spread around him, there was little to no protection for the cub's previously abused loins. A little shift and the demi-raccoon's pinned leg matched the other, fully spread as his paw slid down and hovered over her puffy mound before a finger traced the outline of the fuzzy white patch. Then a hot palm pressed down firmly over the whole region.\n\nHe held his paw in place for a moment as he broke the kiss and forced her eyes to meet his. Even in the shadow of the lit room, they still glowed like hellfire burned behind them.\n\n\"You've been hurt down here a couple times now, but tonight I'm going to show what true pain is,\" he stated bluntly as he released her ear.\n\nMeat-hook still in hand, Red adjusted his grip and forced the hook around Hana's throat, essentially using it as a restraint to hold her against the toilet's tank. It doubled as a way to expose more of her front to him as well, which the hare soaked in with a lewd expression before snapping to his senses. His paw quickly returned to the white patch of fur that prominently displayed Hana's sexy little twat.\n\nWithout so much as a warning, he spread the soft, fuzzy lips with two fingers and then immediately stuffed one in as far as it could go.\n\n\"This should be no problem, since I'm sure you've already taken a finger or two... but why don't we test your limit, hm...?\" he mused, proceeding to squeeze another digit in beside the first. It was definitely a tighter fit, but... \"Hmm... I bet you could take more than that, right...?\" Whether or not she could, he went ahead anyway, forcing the two fingers buried inside her vagina, to spread even a little bit, so he could begin working in a third.\n\n—\n\nEven smothered by Red's kiss, Hana heaved a breath the moment he let up on her neck. It was inadequate and consisted of air shared with the hare rather than fresh, and barely served to stave off the breathless addlement, but at least it caused another lift in Hana's chest, the soft white fur brushing against his front. Twice, thrice - tears were still rolling down her cheeks, but at least the horrible moment was no longer an increasingly distant thing. Unfortunately for her.\n\nRed had left a mark to match his name, however! Mostly hidden by Hana's fur of course, but a moment's gazing would find the finger marks left behind by his cruel grip. And no doubt by morning they would be a much more easily glimpsed purple, one way or another.\n\nThe relief from strangling was barely long enough to appreciate, though. After all, he had her ear a moment later; one more slightly oversized feature for him to grab. The squeal this time was muffled of course, but still earned screwed up eyes, and a more pitiable pitch as his efforts to grip both hook and ear resulted in the handle being jabbed against Hana's skull as a little bonus. Certainly, he had a good handle for controlling the poor little cub as well though! Fear of further hurt had the little girl more or less free for the hare to manipulate, although the other paw, as it went exploring, earned plenty of jerks and squirms as she both wilfully and reflexively tried to minimise the contact.\n\nEvery now and then a new little cry, or a new, sharper jerk as Hana sobbed on his tongue, or it found a new way to briefly abrade Hana's gag response. Her own tongue alternated between fight and flight, sometimes trying to push against and resist the invader, others overwhelmed by the sensation she was too young to have any hope of appreciating and trying - uselessly - to shrink back and escape.\n\n... And then his paw crept lower. Even before it found anywhere truly intimate, Hana was cringing from it, her soft little tummy contracting in further vain effort to frustrate the hare's touch. So when the touch actually did creep between her legs, Hana lurched, banging the base of her spine against the cistern in her effort to prevent it.\n\nThat was when the rest of her will came back, insofar as it could anyway. The caress of his fingertips over those distinct, slightly squishy nether lips and her inability to escape it, or even minimise it, had her eyes shot open again. Desperately meeting that awful gaze even, her head jerking under his grip and his kissing in the tiniest, most furious effort at shaking, and a series of smothered little, \"Nnh! Nnm! Nnn!\" noises were almost certainly denials, or perhaps pleas.\n\nAnd his palm wasn't the only thing hot - inevitably those puffy little cub folds were at least as warm to the touch in return.\n\nAt least Red finally parted the kiss, then. Hana heaved breaths now that she was free, so desperately that she immediately started to cough even amidst further attempts to get all the air she so desperately wanted. In a sweeter moment, she might have looked a tiniest bit lewd: all mouth stuck open, deeply flushed cheeks, and tiny, barely-budding chest rising so prominently up and down.\n\nBut now, even as he spoke to her, promised how horrible it was going to be, the little girl finally had a moment to speak - however brief a one.\n\n\"Please, please please please -\"\n\nNot that she had it in her to make the greatest use of it. Although perhaps for her partner, and anyone vicariously enjoying, that sweet little run of pleading was the ideal answer to Red's explaining just how much he intended her to hurt?\n\nEither way, the hook was jammed around her throat, earning a new squeal that was momentarily fright and then just hurt as her neck was thudded back over the top edge of the tank. Those pretty, barely there little tits practically disappeared as she was stretched backward thus, but in exchange, cute, pink nipples showed through fine white chest-fur all the more prominently. They were even firm! Though that was certainly more fear and cold air's doing than the slightest hope of an arousal Hana was probably still too young to be touched by.\n\nAt least now that her mouth was free, she could gasp at the touch to her folds, the puffy outer labia squashing pleasingly underneath Red's fingers as he spread her open. That earned a new, shallow, shaky breath, the beginnings of what would inevitably be another run of pleading -\n\nInstead she just shrieked. The loudest, harshest such cry yet, pitching up as the finger raked higher and forced the hare to use all the strength he could muster if he wanted to penetrate as far as the second knuckle, let alone higher. The screaming little girl's insides were of course dry, but they were hot, and clung to his finger when it finally stopped as if they, at least, absolutely wanted the digits to remain stabbed up inside of her.\n\n'No problem' he said. Hana was un-ready, and those still near-pristine insides had closed determinedly back up even in the face of Walker's sadistic little punishment the better part of two days ago. Red would be able to feel her shaking on his finger, little hiccoughing sobs against the metal of the hook had her pinned at that uncomfortable angle back against the toilet.\n\nThe second finger... Red would have to work, and Hana's breaths started to come much faster once she realised what the hare intended. So much so that she had trouble speaking over her own gulps for air, but still forced out the most coherent sentence she'd managed of the night so far.\n\n\"I-it won't. It won't it won't please it won't!\" urgent, and increasingly so as the second finger sank up inside her, that furiously squeezing tunnel grudgingly stretching to accommodate the second digit sliding along the first. \"I-I'll rip! I'll ri-iIEAAH-!\"\n\nFirst genuine scream of the night. Hana wasn't ready. Nobody had really made proper effort to make her ready, and when Red's fingers parted despite the resistance squeezing down on them, she did not rip but the way the pretty, previously bright pink flesh of her inner labia began to pale with the stretch spoke volumes.\n\n—\n\nWhen his fingers had only stopped halfway despite pushing harder, Red wasn't discouraged. She was still young and small; he'd just have to break her in gradually. However, to do so in such a short amount of time, meant considerable pain. Hana's whimpers and cries and even her shrieks, only served to encourage greater abuse. Almost like an obsession. With every sound she made he only found himself wanting to extract more.\n\nEven if he'd had the patience to take his time or be gentle in his approach, there were greater forces at work this night than just the devious and sinister plans Red was brewing. At that very moment, as he focused on the screaming cub before him, a war of minds raged in his head, all offering countless and oftentimes conflicting suggestions for perverted, violent and just downright weird things to do with his current prey.\n\nIt was enough to drive a man crazy, but it served to distract him from Hana and her desperate pleas as he stretched her little birth canal as wide as he could with just the strength of his two fingers. Though it wasn't much, the moisture produced from his efforts was enough to give him just the tiniest wiggle room to force the tip of a third finger into her painfully spread hole.\n\nOnce he felt the lip of her canal pop around the first knuckle, he finally relaxed his other two fingers, which were now aching as they throbbed in the hot depths of a writhing Hana's vagina.\n\n\"Hah... and you said it wouldn't fit,\" Red snorted at the sobbing girl, still pinned in place and helpless to stop him, \"I don't have a lot of time though, so two and a half will have to do... Now let's see if we can get you a little wetter down there...\"\n\nWith a sinister grin, Red began to wiggle and move his fingers within the restrictive confines of Hana's once virgin slit, then proceeded to rock back and forth slowly at first. Gradually however, the speed and force increased until his fingers were threatening to pull her birth canal inside-out. Meanwhile, the hare's attention drifted to the demi-raccoon's exposed and vulnerable chest. Considering the girl's arms were currently divided between clutching the wrist of the arm violating her, and the metal hook threatening to choke her, Hana had no other limbs available to stop him as he leaned toward her chest.\n\nNot one to pass up an opportunity, Red met the little cub's gaze as positioned his muzzle over her left nipple and dropped his hot slimy tongue onto it, licking and flicking it harshly with the tip, before slapping it around and, finally, pulling it in-between his scissor-like incisors with a dark and threatening look in his eyes. Then he bit down.\n\n—\n\nHana was oblivious to the argument over just how she ought be used that was roaring inside the hare's head as it loomed and leered above her. Even if she had had some clue, the small hybrid girl would have been far too busy with her own struggle: that of taking the third finger that Red seemed so determined to wedge up inside her furiously protesting little cunt.\n\nYears from now, accommodating those fingers would have been easy. ... Well, maybe two of them; Hana was always destined - or, perhaps had been destined was the better phrase - to grow up into a fairly small young lady. There was a little moisture, eventually, grudgingly, but it did nothing to soothe the experience. Red would be far more aware that it was there at all than she was.\n\nBut finally, finally, as Hana's screaming shifted down and she was finally able to make herself close her mouth and turn it into a desperately grunted, clenched-teethed whine, in popped that third fingertip. Her whole bare, slightly sweat-sheened body shook once as she accepted it, and even once it was in she was shuddering. Sheer tightness meant that that previously tiny hole was now a stretched ellipse trying to strangle the hare's fingers, but at least the pause meant that Hana could sag. She was once more gulping air to make up for the most recent bout of agonised noise.\n\nFor a split second, the look Hana shot through her part-shut, tear-blurred eyes in response to his speaking was almost entirely affront, as if some tiny part of her mind stood apart from the horror and just hated. But if such a part truly was there, it slipped back into the depths in favour of fear and confusion when her newest, unkindest molester talked about getting her 'wetter'.\n\nThe grin did nothing to reassure her, and the wiggling of his fingers instantly got a short, sharp squeal out of her as it threatened the limits of Hana's already taut-stretched slit. \"Wh -\" she even began, although her voice was tight with pain, \"What.. a-are you -\"\n\nAnd then he moved them. Slid them out, and then in before Hana could even begin to think he might have considered relenting, out once more and back, and the little cub emitted another of her pretty little squeals and, \"O-ow! Ow-!\"\n\nThe rim of her opening might have paled with the tension, but the glimpses as it followed the hare's fingers before sliding back up them in the moment before he shoved them back inside? There was that pretty, fresh-bright pink.\n\nAnd clutching at him she was! Small hands couldn't even wrap one wholly around his wrist, but they tried all the same; as much to have something to hold onto as in any pitiable hope of resistance. That pretty confusion as he leaned nearer to her chest, those prettily peeking-through-chest-fur nipples.\n\n\"O-ow, ow! Wh -\" confusion won out over fear, just for a second. Made her forget the promises of agony and death as he first mouthed, and then began to lick at the warm, firm little nub. She even squeaked in return! A pretty little noise that spoke of the very earliest, confused, pleasant sensation that -\n\nHana met his eyes. Dark, deep blue eyes on bright red, and there was realisation there for the briefest of split seconds. No time for any other sign however, she couldn't even start to draw breath before he bit.\n\nThere was damp. Just the beginnings of it, but all of Red's effort had still begun to pay off in the most tentatively meaningful of ways, making it easier for those distending insides to slide back up his fingers after every withdrawal. But even as the first glimmers of precocious arousal began, grudgingly, to be dragged from the confused cub half-nailed to the toilet with a meat hook, Red had driven those sharp front teeth down into her nipple, piercing the ever-so-slightly rubbery skin and provoking a little blossom of red.\n\nAnd Hana screamed. It was different to previous bursts of noise, a kind of different fear to go with the pain as she saw herself pierced and panic bubbled to the forefront once more. Once again Hana was thrashing, thoughts of how precarious her situation was lost in the haze of horror as her paws clawed, tugged, and even hit. All while legs hiked up, trying to kick at Red's front and shoulders. She clearly wasn't thinking; just the effort to raise her feet would wrench her around his fingers and twist the sound of her screaming to something all the worse.\n\n—\n\nWhen his random act of violence was met with the inevitable scream, Red promptly threw his head back and crowed just as loudly, but in a mocking manner as his gaze returned to hers, marred by fresh tears. The pain managed to reawaken Hana's adrenaline, which gave her a temporary edge over the hare as she began to panic and thrash.\n\nFor a few moments he lost his grip on the toilet's reservoir, which disrupted the meat-hook's function as a restraint. In a surprising turn around, the raccoon hybrid managed to push Red back far enough for her legs to take effective aim at him and he took several hits to his shoulder and gut, all while arms and paws flailed at and attempted to scratch him. \n\nIn the midst of the chaos, his violating fingers were ripped free from their victim, but not before drawing blood on the way out. Needless to say, the buck lost control of the situation completely.\n\nBut then, there wasn't really anywhere she could go in a hurry, except maybe onto the floor to squirm under the stalls, so once she'd driven him back briefly, there was a pause while both parties contemplated their next move.\n\nRed ultimately decided against an immediate attack, starting first with raised arms as he smirked darkly at Hana, \"Whoopsie, guess I was a little rough there, huh?\"\n\nHis nose twitched then, drawn to the traces of blood on his one paw. He brought it close and inhaled, then gently licked the crimson fluid from the tips of his claws as he stared intensely at the cub, \"You might want to be more careful too, or next time I might slice you wide open. Now let's try again...\"\n\nRed made his move then, weapon brandished and ready to deliver a swift but non-lethal cut to any limbs that dared to get in his way as he forced himself back into position again. Once he had her sufficiently pinned by the hook once more, he chuckled.\n\n\"You've got a lot of fight in you, and I love that, but you won't stop me from my play,\" he growled, pushing toward her bloodied nipple once more despite paws trying to hold him back.\n\nAn alarming quantity of blood had marred the area, but one good lick of the hare's tongue cleaned it up, save for what had stained her fur. With the injury cleared, it was easier to see the damage he'd inflicted. Though he'd initially intended to snip it clean off, the rubbery flesh had proven a bit too resilient and only suffered a deep cut. It still bled despite his licking, but he moved on to the other nipple, showering it with more tender affection this time, while his other paw returned to the task of breaking in Hana's cunt. Whether she wanted it or not, he shoved his fingers back in there, callous to the scratches he'd made.\n\nThis time however, he only used two fingers as he resumed the same ministrations as before, pushing them in and then out, all the while increasing in speed and pressure as he attempted to force her canal to deepen so that it could accept his full length. It was a tricky task to finger a female with claws as sharp as his, but Red had his ways–when he cared. But this wasn't one of those times, so he didn't make any attempts to keep the tips of his claws from poking or grazing Hana's inner vaginal walls. Besides, the screams she unleashed in that empty bathroom stall, despite ringing in his ears, was a music unlike any other. A rarity to be sure.\n\n—\n\nYet one more way that Hana managed to change the pitch of her screaming, the sound pitching up as the hare's claws scraped inside of her with the clumsy exit. Nonetheless, they were still out, and Hana was instantly panting, limbs paused mid-struggle as Red... did not resume his attack.\n\nA long moment of her own just staring, too - it was less contemplation, and more confusion. Hana hadn't been thinking, let alone truly hoping to escape, when panic and the hurt put the fight back into her. She was just starting to realise that she had an opening when the monstrous grown-up that had cornered her spoke once again. The words, and the clashing expression? Only served to keep the hurt, muddled little cub from finding her proverbial footing.\n\nEven as she watched him examine, and then lick clean the blood from his paw, her chest was once again moving in deep, quick breaths... she didn't fight. That hook was a terrifically good tool for checking a frightened cub, so long as her wits hadn't been temporarily torn away by panic and hurt.\n\nAnd then it was back about her neck, pinning her into place once again. The sole positive was that this time, it all happened a lot less violently, and the end result was, however little Red might have cared, a fraction less uncomfortable. The slower progression of the hare's assault this time even gave Hana another chance to speak in something other than a babble of screaming, crying and pleading.\n\n\".. Please. Please I don't like it. I want - I-I want to go back I-\"\n\nEven as she spoke, Hana clearly knew full well that it was pointless. The words just seemed to tumble out of her all the same, like her instinct to survive was clutching at the only outlet left available so long as she was held in place by a razor-sharp steel hook.\n\nHer eyes followed him down as he returned to her chest, another catch of breath as she caught sight of just how much red had spilled from the bite into her nipple. Breaths were shallow and unsteady as he licked, a combination of that persistent fear, the need for greater breaths... and terror that if she moved her chest too much, she risked inspiring him to bite at her again.\n\nAs he moved from her wounded nipple, to the unharmed little nub on the opposite side of her chest, Hana's manner changed again. Still able to speak, still breathless, still trying ever so hard not to let her chest move too much despite the same. But her voice was coming at only a bit above a whisper, and judging by the intermittent pats of tears atop the hare's head, her tears were coming again anew.\n\n\"Please don't bite me, please don't bite me, please don't bite me -\" like the breathless, soft-voiced begging was a mantra that could prevent him hurting her once more, even as the already firmed nipple stiffened the last little it might beneath Red's tender attentions.\n\nShe was so focused on this, on the terror at potentially losing her nipple after all, that at first Hana didn't realise he intended to resume the other aspect of the assault. Only the first touch warned her, and she had just enough time to suck in a breath, clench her teeth, before the fingers jammed back up inside and, \"NNheek-!\"\n\nWhy she tried to keep the scream at bay this time, even Hana could not have told, but she had some limited success only squealing against her tight-shut jaw before the callous finger-fuck resumed in earnest.\n\n\"Nkh, ngh, nh, nh, nh Nh NH NHA AH AH AAH-!\"\n\nAnd back came the screams, going from bitten grunts to pitched squeals and shrieks before the true cries of hurt found their way out into the brightly lit childrens' toilet to echo off the bare-painted walls and tarnished mirrors.\n\nHana's fists were clenched, both of them gripping desperately but no longer clawing at the hand with the hook this time, even as she screamed and her face grew increasingly screwed up with the agony of Red's scoring out her slowly, finally stretching out little pussy. It wouldn't be long before red was running from between those puffy, downy little cunt lips, new little trickles every time he yanked free his fingers before increasingly wet - and not entirely with blood, perhaps - inner labia slid back up his fingers and back inside the screeching cub.\n\n—\n\nWithout a doubt, Hana was a victim Red was taking great pleasure in tormenting. The Heavens–or perhaps more appropriately Hells–must've aligned perfectly to present him with such a rare opportunity to dump all his frustrations on such an ideal specimen. Which naturally meant he had to take his time to milk the experience for all it was worth. Such moments were rare and precious for an artist like himself.\n\nEven Red was pleasantly surprised by the happy accident that unfolded after failing to sever the first nipple, which inevitably served to heighten Hana's terror of actually losing the other, as of yet, undamaged lump of flesh. This evening was sure to provide plenty more highlights, but he nonetheless delighted deeply in drawing out that uncertainty for as long as he could; well after his fingers had reentered her abused little pussy.\n\nAs he licked and suckled at the warm bud of her breast, his paw worked its expert magic, without care for pain or injury. With every inward thrust, he pressed his digits as deep as he could, even if it meant poking Hana's delicate cervix with his claws. Eventually, a healthy amount of fluid built up from his efforts, as much from blood as from natural lubrication, but as a result, his lewd and aggressive finger-fucking became audible, with a most sickening, yet arousing–to Red at least–shlicking and squeaking from the suction and clenching of the girl's aching innards.\n\nBy now, the hare was able to successfully bury two full knuckles into his little fuck-toy, but he wanted to go deeper so he redoubled his efforts, even as he felt his sheath finally beginning to swell with an arousal that wasn't entirely his own.\n\n\"Mmm... just listen to that,\" Red taunted cruelly from his position above her breast, \"You're so sopping wet now from just a little fingering, I think you're almost ready to take my dick without dying right away. Aren't you so lucky? I'm going to let you experience all the joys of being a woman before accepting my final mercy...\"\n\nWith a moan, Red returned to licking at the hard nub of a nipple that was just begging to be snipped off. Instead, though, when he suddenly brought his teeth into play, he opted to wrap his incisors around the entire budding breast, and slowly squeezed as he side-eyed a panicking Hana. He'd quite enjoyed her frantic mumbling earlier, and sought to draw out some more before ultimately deciding whether he'd commit or not.\n\nAfter all, he still had plenty of time to play, and didn't want her so crippled she couldn't keep running. But before he was willing to let her go, she needed to know just what kind of horrors lay in wait if and when he got a hold of her again. Once more he increased the ferocity of his unkind and forceful fingering, holding nothing back as he drove his twin-finger-gun in again and again until he finally bottomed out as hard as he could and released her breast to check his progress.\n\nInitially, the hare couldn't distinguish much from all the blood that had splattered everywhere, staining her white crotch fur crimson, but a cursory investigation showed his remaining fingers flat against Hana's bloodied mound, and the other two completely buried inside. Satisfactory. Pulling free with a wet plop, Red held his half-bloodied paw up and flicked the excess off, splattering the raccoon hybrid's chest and belly with droplets of her own bodily fluids.\n\n\"Hah... there, that ought to do it,\" he announced, leaning in so the cub couldn't try to squeeze her thighs together after being so thoroughly routed inside her most private place. \"I think you're ready to become a real woman now, don't you? We'll make your little bitch of a mommy proud, you and I...\" A quick look down at his own genitalia showed a full erection ready and waiting, so he concluded with a cackle, \"Looks like I'm ready to go too, lucky, lucky.\"\n\n—\n\nThe 'heavens' may have aligned for Red's greatest enjoyment, but for Hana meanwhile the string of coincidences that had led her to this point was absurd enough that even she was partially aware. Or rather, she had been starting to notice, before far more important things had swamped basically all of her attention.\n\nRight now, she was not even privy to just how much he was enjoying her; the grown-up who had pursued her and trapped her in a toilet stall only just shy of an incomprehensible monster by dint of their speaking the same language.\n\nAnd all the while his fingering her thus, hammering in an outside chance of that tiny pussy accommodating an adult member. And all whilst wrenching out in the most horrible way possible instincts that, just barely emerged, were intended to prepare the little girl for lovemaking.\n\nBy the time clawed fingertips reached that even more tightly shut ring of muscle that separated the poor cub's uterus from her birth canal, Hana was something of an incoherent mess. Screaming and sobbing had meshed into a kind of spluttering wailing, fluids streaked the little girl's cheeks and muzzle... it was unclear if she was altogether there any more, at least without being given chance to come back from the mire of hurt spreading out from her variously wettened crotch. Perhaps she hadn't quite become lost in the pain, though: if Red was as expert as he seemed, then perhaps those accompanying attentions that bordered on sensual were the thread along which her mind kept some grasp of the moment.\n\nWhich was all the worse for Hana. Yet another horrible part was the way that it started to become bearable, if by bearable one meant 'not mind-shattering unto incoherence'. By the time those lewd, wet noises had become prominent enough to fill the stall, she had returned enough that the hare's words got through to her, the child's blubbering hitching long enough for her to tear eyes from her wrenched open cunt to meet Red's horrible red gaze once again. Even if she could only shake her head in response, to begin with.\n\nWhich was when he turned his attention to that just-budding little tit, wrapping his mouth around it and closing jaws enough that those same fore-teeth had nearly taken her nipple now began to sink into the flesh beneath that downy white fur. The skin yielded rather than being pierced to begin with, but it was still enough to provoke a new, terrified, \"Hie-!\" noise that might have been a word lost in a gasp and shriek competing to be the first out of her mouth before Hana managed to make words again.\n\n\"Don't-!\" Hana actually all but shouted, although raised like that, the slight huskiness brought on by so long spent wailing in pain became evident. \"Don't bite me! Please plea-!\"\n\nThere was the begging again, but this time it didn't last for a different reason: the hare had redoubled his fingerfuck and delivered what was practically a punch to the back of the poor cub's stretched, bleeding tunnel. She didn't even notice the reprieve given to her tooth-marked little just-breast! Rather the beginnings of a new shriek twisted into a kind of, \"HYIEUKH-!\" noise, and the little hybrid lurched in her 'seat'. Hips jerked lewdly upward in vain effort to relieve the force, thighs locked unto looking like they might cramp, and eyes huge as they stared not-quite-focused on the hand squashed against the softness of her clinging cuntlips.\n\nA shudder... and then something relaxed, and 'poor' Red's speech was potentially spoiled. A rush of clear liquid suddenly fountained from the tiny hole above the place into which he'd just stabbed more than she would be ready for for a number of years yet. The consequence of hammering this particular cub's cervix into an agonised parody of an especially lewd, sexual peak.\n\n—\n\nThe fountain of urine that escaped the pain and fear-stricken girl, wasn't so much a distraction from what Red had uttered, but rather a convenient opportunity for the hare to wash the blood from his paw as he watched and cackled with amusement. To see Hana's sex organ so abused that she loosed her bladder was something of a blessing; better now than later, after all, when he really got to carving her up.\n\n\"Tsk-tsk-tsk, what a filthy girl you are, Hana\" he taunted, \"You're just lucky we're already in the bathroom, or I'd be very unhappy. That being said... how nice of you to clean me off, but I'm afraid you're already nice and wet inside, so pissing yourself is just going to hurt you more in the long run.\"\n\nOnce the stream had trickled to a pitiful end, Red spread the demi-raccoon's pussy-lips once more, letting the stinging urine dribble inside over the fresh scratches and tears from Hana's forcible preparation for his manhood. Shifting position so his towering, pink spear of a penis was in full view, the hare plopped it down on her belly, lining up his sheath with her clitoral hood, so both Red and Hana could get a clear idea of just how deep the full length would go when he finally put it in.\n\nThe raccoon hybrid's only real reprieve was that the hare's lapine member wasn't something as large as that of a canine, but it was still long and wide at its base, and as he pulled back to line up its tip with her opening, it quickly became clear he wasn't going to waste time getting it inside her.\n\n\"Now try not to squirm too much, or I might just slip and thrust right into your womb...\" he warned as his length slowly slid forward, parting Hana's bloodied little meat curtains and slipping into her vaginal canal with ease at first.\n\n—\n\nWhatever spasm had overtaken the little not-quite-raccoon lasted only fractionally longer than her wetting herself, and she sagged when the tension left her muscles. For a moment she was almost hanging from Red's restraining hook, the blessedly smooth portion of the metal digging in underneath her jaw. At least her little accident saved the same purpose for her! Perhaps not quite so effective as it had been for the hare's bloodied fingers, but a fair bit of the white reappeared as the last trickle from her emptying bladder ran across the girl's nethers.\n\nNo response, of course. Hana was too busy recovering from... whatever one cared to call the little attack that had overtaken her. There probably were comparisons to an orgasm to be made in the loss of control and how it had wracked her and left her so shaken, but there hadn't been any pleasure. Just the remnant ache of muscles that had locked too hard, too long. At least that meant that, once again, that pretty (if blood spattered) chest could be admired heaving up and down before the hare's disturbingly bright, crimson eyes.\n\nCome the new touch to her so-thoroughly fingered little cunt, Hana finally gave Red a response. A sharp, shallow intake of breath and a jerk back against the cheap porcelain of the toilet seat as he pushed apart those achingly soft folds had just begun to close up again during the lull. Even as she whined in hurt at the stinging, he'd have his chance to gaze up inside of her, those freshly bright pink - if now thoroughly scored, scratched, and bloodied - insides open up to a glimpse of her still angrily twitching cervix thanks to all the effort he had put into raping her so far.\n\nAnd then came the soft thwap of that tapering cock against her tummy. A new twitch, a slightly weak effort to shrink away from it as Hana's eyes came back into proper focus to give her her first real, proper view of a penis. Sure, the boys at the beginning had been naked! But even setting aside sizes, they hadn't been like this.\n\nShe had never been in any position to admire her own insides, but if the flesh beyond Hana's cunt lips could have been called fresh and pretty, well... Hana got the impression of anger from the phallus that was presently demonstrating the threat it posed to her organs.\n\nHer eyes snapped away from that looming, lapine cock and back up to Red's when he spoke again. The fear was slightly different, this time, even as she drew in another shallow breath for the feel of him sliding it down her tummy, over the hiding place of her still-hooded clit.\n\n\"It ...\" her voice broke, and she gave a sniff before she tried again. \"I-it's too big. It'll hurt.\"\n\nHana wasn't broken, but in the moment at least there was an understanding of how helpless she was, and the pain of his smooth, pink flesh sliding over hers was just enough to ensure that that was absolutely clear without muddling things further. The feeling of his tip brushing up against, and then between her inner labia earned a whine, and Hana's eyes were dragged back down again. Seems she couldn't help but watch as her first cock began its passage up toward her womb.\n\n—\n\nThe hare couldn't help but let out a twisted chuckle when Hana found her voice to offer the most meager opposition to his intention to brutalize her little cunt. Perhaps even now she still clung to some hope that he might go easy on her–and if Max had been in charge, she may well have gotten lucky in that regard, like Eiko had. But Red had other plans, and more importantly, a need for release.\n\nFor a moment, the buck loosened the hook around Hana's throat so he could grasp her head with his still piss-wet paw as he leaned in close. Meeting her frightened blue-eyed gaze, with his mirror-opposite red, like portals into a hellish realm of nightmares and misery, as he stated simply, \"The pain is the point, my dear... but don't worry. I won't let it kill you just yet...\"\n\nThe loop of metal around her neck tightened again as the hare leaned forward and proceeded to push past the half-way point, where Hana's loosened, but still tight little orifice, began to offer greater resistance. The truth was, the girth of Red's manhood was at least three fingers round at its base, but that was too much for the young demi-raccoon to take so suddenly, so she ended up only partially prepared to accept his full length.\n\nThat wasn't really a concern to the homicidal lapine however. As long as she didn't suffer too much damage from his overzealous sex-drive, she'd be able to entertain him for a few more hours yet. So he proceeded to force her little canal wider with a sharp thrust, driving him deep enough to stab the girl's cervix, holding her in place in case she struggled.\n\nWhen he started to pull out, after checking to make sure he'd gone in all the way, he could clearly see the bloodied and pale flesh clinging tight to his cock and inverting ever so slightly before he pushed back in again.\n\n\"You want me that badly, huh?\" he commented tauntingly, \"Well, I won't refuse, but tell you what, you just let me know when you think you're about to die, hm...? Otherwise, I might not be able to control myself.\"\n\nA dark, ominous chuckle rumbled out of the hare as he shifted into position for a proper rutting. With the toilet reservoir supporting one arm and his meat-hook restraint, Red propped himself up on one leg and a knee on the toilet seat as he lifted the little cub and forced her to fold in half. Both of her legs were helplessly spread around him as he grabbed Hana's chest with his free paw and dug his claws in to distract her arms just before beginning a rhythm of thrusts. They started slow but quickly increased in speed, with each motion driving his full length into her body, forcing that abused sleeve of flesh to stretch to its limit while the tip of his penis played a game of darts with her tender little donut of a cervix.\n\n—\n\nIndeed, perhaps it was all the more fun for her final partner in the producers' twisted little reality show, but Hana could not entirely escape the tiny hope that Amber had planted in the back of her mind. Consciously or not, Hana had spent the past week convincing herself that hoping for the reprieve her friend of a week ago had tried to offer would only undermine her own hope of escaping. But despite all that effort, Amber's little, unwitting cruelty had still had its effect, and become one more little thing keeping Hana in the moment and not truly, properly resigned.\n\nReleasing her head from the hook... again, that did not give Hana hope, but the little extra freedom did prime some part of her to twitch back toward an awareness of how she might flee. And consequently, it also served to ensure that she paid attention as the nightmare figure spoke to her again, even if the only response it earned him was a dumbfounded sob.\n\nBack went the hook, a tiny noise of hurt from Hana for having the smooth metal jammed back against her neck and jaw. It probably wasn't cold anymore; too long pressed against the pale flesh beneath Hana's grey fur. Microscopic mercies.\n\nAnd then in he went. The tapering shape had meant that until that halfway point, the penetration had almost been comfy, with the pain coming only from the brush of Red's cock against her hurt, stretched insides. As well as the simple violation of having such a horrible grown-up poking a piece of himself Hana did not even want to see up inside of her. Now the breadth of his shaft had caught up with her, her barely-stretched-enough little slit embracing it completely. And then, as it went further, snugly.\n\nHana breathed in sharply, the breath shallow and shaky as the persistent hurt pitched higher, gritting her teeth and whining against them as he sank further and a part of her wondered if it was ever going to end. She certainly couldn't see if it was, her eyes had screwed shut as her delicate little body bowed underneath him, useless instinct to somehow reduce how far he could get up inside of her.\n\nHer hands were raised as well, pressed against his torso as if in the beginnings of trying to beat against him... but for now, it was just pressure. Firmer and firmer as she tried ever so hard to make her breath stay steady, and then simply to keep her voice in check. She was perhaps... two thirds? Three quarters? penetrated when the noises began again, those desperately checked little, \"Nh-nh, nnh -\" sounds that each came with their own little twitch, or jerk, or -\n\nOr Red made that final, viciously sharp thrust, and it all seemed to happen at once. One moment he was still not entirely inside, the next his hips were flush with his little victim's where they were twisted out to her sides, those puffy, bloodied little folds wrenched open around his meat. And something had given. Hana felt it separately at first, a sense of not being right down there even as the narrow tip of the hare's length bashed against her cervix and made the child buck once in his grip; that same reflex had had her wet herself moments before but now with no more to eject. Only then did the hurt catch up, and perhaps the realisation that she had ripped.\n\nIt was only a little, just enough that, smooshed against those squishy, immature cunt lips, Red's hips made Hana's folds open just a little further than they ought, lewdly offer the nariest glimpse from an angle should not quite have worked of her bright-pink flesh stretched tightly around his based. And despite all her efforts, the scream came out of her like a thing forcing its way, the little girl's eyes reopened and huge at the sight of the new trickle of blood that ran along the top of her first dick and then off down one side.\n\nIt was one of the loudest yet, probably not a comfortable sound to have near sensitive lapine ears, but even that wouldn't be a problem given the way she choked on it when he pulled back and seemed about to take her inner labia with him. They slid back up Red's cock, earning an almost ugly sounding little, \"Hhhhkh-!\" noise from Hana as she watched him leave.\n\nHe was talking to her. He was talking to her again and the hurt and just how much space it was eating up in her mind made her look up at the hare in confusion. What did he mean she wanted him? No doubt there was a jibe Red could make about Hana's intelligence, were he aware just how long it took her to realise he was just being mean. So Hana just looked uncomprehendingly up at him for a long moment. She was just beginning to shake her head back and forth in idiot denial when he started manoeuvering himself, forcing her to produce a new, really quite cute-sounding squeal of confusion-turning into hurt as he forced the girl less than half his size to fold up around the member was keeping her insides from bending as they ought.\n\nAnd just how naughty it must have looked! Folded up like that, with her cute little butt lifted up off the seat and tail narrowly avoided hanging into the bowl by simple virtue of being too long, gravity was all that was needed to make her knees hang a little lower and the pretty, slightly bloodied hybrid was practically presenting her pussy to her rapist. Legs were cracked almost straight out both ways and hanging down just a little in spite, and her pelvis was hiked just right to highlight the faint swell of her juvenile mons.\n\nAnd then in once more. A new scream, this time cut off in a choke as he once again slammed against her tight-shut womb and drove-stretched her cervix up the last little needed to get his entirety into her too-shallow cub passage. She might have fought him then, even seemed to raise her hands to begin to hit, but then claws had sunk into the budding softness of her chest and made the choking sound gain a high-pitched edge, both her paws snapping to grip at his wrist while the hare really started to get himself up a rhythm.\n\nEven her screams came out jerky, bouncing with every time he thrust back in and banged her shoulders audibly against the toilet bowl. Clunk clunk clunk and, \"EEAA-AA-AA-AAH-!\" and the poor little girl's increasingly bruised cervix maybe just starting to think about buckling.\n\n—\n\nAs Hana's screams and cries began to sync up with his borderline ruthless thrusting and heavy panting and grunting, a bizarre symphony of pleasure and pain filled the room, all in time to the plap plap plap of pelvis to pelvis. The fluids building up between the pair made it all the more sickening and exhilarating to listen to, knowing it came from the brutal defloration of his latest victim. Much as the poor mix-breed wept and shrieked in response to having her insides skewered by his spear of a member, he still wanted more. To get even deeper. As such, his thrusts grew more forceful, more eager. More violent.\n\nEventually, Red had contorted his little sex-toy into a painful position that forced her to stare at her own belly as thrust after thrust began to produce a growing lump in her gut. With one paw still clawing Hana's chest to keep her arms distracted, the hare simply dropped the meat-hook to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment as he loomed over the hybrid and forced one of her legs toward the ceiling.\n\nWith hips spread even wider now, Hana had no recourse but to lay there against the toilet seat as Red pounded as hard and fast as he could with the help of gravity. Both their loins were splattered in a diluted crimson, a mix of blood and lubrication, but from which partner who could really say. Needless to say, they were making a mess of the floor beneath them.\n\nOnly after several minutes of failed attempts, in which Hana's poor little cervix was delivered a devastating amount of abuse, did Red finally succeed in his intended goal, despite his earlier comments. Piercing her womb was the whole point, really, and when he felt something pop inside the suddenly hysterical girl, he knew he'd done it. In his new position it was both easier and a little harder to keep Hana from overreacting, but it was difficult to focus with that beet-red little donut squeezing the tip of his penis so hard.\n\nSuspecting that the demi-raccoon might take that moment to beg for mercy, he leaned in sharply and trapped her open, screaming muzzle in another kiss, effectively stifling any complaints for the time being. While he had her occupied, Red began to move his hips again, pressing inward and applying pressure to her cervix, trying to squeeze more of his meat through. Clearly it was going to resist him greatly, though, so he pulled back again and resumed his thrusting once more, slower, but no less driven to widen that aching hole that was never meant to be opened this way.\n\n—\n\nNot long before Red found a way to make Hana look even more perverted, her voice failed her. Partly it was just from having spent so long screaming, but primarily she just couldn't get the breath. What little she could drag into her lungs with the horrible way the hare had bent her in half was used up just as fast in the keening noises came of trying to scream on inadequate air or simply having it hammered straight back out of her again.\n\nSo, when he hiked her leg up thus, forcing it ceilingward and further contorting her young body around the invader that kept trying to stab at her nose as every thrust drove it up to bump from her tummy, Hana's lack of breath for screaming leant an almost consenting air to the picture. At the most brief of glances. Nobody would have mistaken it of course, but the frankly pornographic posture into which the not-quite-raccoon had been twisted and the lack of typical cub-being-raped noises might have led to one of the crew doing a quick double take. Just to make sure Hana was really suffering as she ought be.\n\nIt wouldn't be a surprise if some of that mess was finding its way to other places as well, but the choke-bawling cub was far too busy trying to keep Red's claws from slashing away the flesh around her nipple to worry about any accidental facial to mix with the mess of tears already matted her cheeks. And her ability to scream was only further compromised by the sheer depth to which he was violating her. Every impact against her cervix was agony, but every third or fourth seemed to find that magic angle, provoking a new lurch, a new grey-ness to Hana's complexion, and those same convulsions had preceded the child wetting herself all over his fingers. The difference was, this time, Hana's bladder was empty unto only the most occasional trickle and those convulsions were a vicious, unwitting bonus to the tightness trying to wring Red's dick away with every stroke.\n\nBut despite it all, the poor little ring of muscle guarding her perhaps just-about-ready(insofar as it even mattered) uterus was losing the fight. Bruised, battered, perhaps it was that same angle as seemed to steal all of Hana's muscle control, because the next time he hit it something did indeed give. The sensation was very much like a tangible pop, and there came another of those moments where everything happened at once. The bulge in Hana's tummy was slightly bigger, the convulsions were once again strangling Red's cock, the spasming was making it look like Hana was trying to ride the penetration, and her eyes almost seemed bugged as they gazed down at the site of the latest violation. Tears pouring down her cheeks to wash away the splatters of their coupling, and all while her mouth worked like she was trying to scream, or swallow, or...\n\n\"Y-\"\n\nShe really might have been about to try to beg again! Or perhaps just another of those stupid statements of the obvious her mind seemed to fall back on when given no other recourse. But either way, he was kissing her again, and now there was no twisted memory of Principal Walker to blunt the assault. His forced kiss had been a violation, and Hana had felt awful afterwards, but his touches and the closeness and ... everything had been a strange sort of awful. This was pain, and when the scream finally spluttered out it was lost in the hare's smothering mouth.\n\nBut that was enough to break one small spell, her hands were free of the one clawing and shove-beating at his chest instead. A good match for his trying to drill deeper, though! That made it seem like Hana's eyes wouldn't close ever again, all while her cervix wrenched slowly open for the increasingly wide tip working its way up into her womb and the muffled scream shifted almost guttural with the depth of the hurt.\n\n—\n\nWith the ever increasing intensity of his copulation with the unwilling cub, Hana's loins squeezed tighter and tighter around his manhood. It had already begun to ache after sinking all the way in, but now it throbbed as much from his own racing heartbeat as from the pressure. Surely the hybrid didn't think she could force him out of her, but it certainly hurt and began to show on his face as Red grunted and huffed with muscles tense to the point of quivering with the effort to both violate and restrain his mate.\n\nWith his muzzle against hers and their gazes meeting however, it was clear the hare wasn't bothered by the struggle he was undergoing. All that mattered was his goal. Deeper. Deeper. Each thrust grew more insistent, and her failing cervix began to yield bit by bit, all to a muffled screeching that thankfully spared Red's ringing ears from further assault for a time.\n\nSlowly but surely the hare felt that tight ring of pain creep down his shaft, which only hurt more, but the discomfort only further motivated him. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, Red pounded against Hana's blood-soaked mound, huffing louder and groaning from the effort as his organ rocked back and forth, trapped inside that stretching donut, until finally it lodged itself halfway.\n\nBy then Red could feel the opposite wall of the girl's uterus mashed against the tip of his penis, producing a rather pronounced mound in Hana's belly as the hare suddenly broke the kiss and reared up to exhale loudly in exhaustion. He had to pause for a moment to gather his senses as the tension of the little raccoon mix's cervix, currently stretched excruciatingly around the middle of his cock, was already beginning to cut off circulation.\n\n\"F...ffffuck...\" he grunted in between breathless pants as the paw digging into Hana's chest finally loosened.\n\nRepositioning it to grab a fistful of chestfur, Red tried to pull back only to find out, amidst an ear-piercing response from Hana, that he was pretty firmly lodged.\n\n\"Well that's not good,\" he commented calmly, chuckling as he stared down at the poor demi-raccoon who likely couldn't even see him, much less the disturbing mound in her abdomen, through all the tears, \"It would seem I'm a little stuck at the moment. Turns out you're much tighter than I expected, but don't you worry. I have a guaranteed solution.\"\n\nThe vagary of the solution was intentional, since it simply involved continuing like normal. So once he'd assumed the ideal position for thrusting again, he did exactly that, hard and fast, only now in both directions with equal force.\n\n—\n\nIt was unlikely that Hana was thinking, not in any detail, and at least not about anything but the searing agony that was spilling from the stretched-thin walls of her vagina. And in truth, Red's ill-fitting penis had already gone well past any reflex that had been trying to keep him out, too. Now the resistance was entirely a result of his own efforts to rape much too deep into a screeching little girl's unprepared little cunt.\n\nIndeed Hana's addle was only worsening. Pain, the inability to get all the air she needed first through her stubborn insistence on continuing to scream while she had her insides cracked open... and now the kiss. It was more than just a horrible extra violation, Red's forcing his mouth against her tiny muzzle had smothered the remainder of her being able to breathe. Of course she still had that cute little nose exposed through which to drag breaths, but between hurt, and position, and the beating almost against her diaphragm from below and sheer proximity forcing her to share breaths with the murderous hare? It ought be no wonder that even as their eyes met, he'd be able to see that they had started to glaze a little.\n\nNot that her abused little body was not happy to continue its stimulating resistance all the same! That initial try at pulling back out from the crushing grip of her cervix around Red's midpoint almost seemed to be trying to bring her womb with him, if only for a moment before he was so obviously stuck.\n\nThe kiss parted, and for the longest moment Hana was unresponsive. Not unconscious! But the sheer... everything. The beginnings of hypoxia, the agony threatened to swallow all of her perceptions - just for that little drawn out moment, it would not have been incorrect to describe the injured child and her slack-jawed expression as 'fucked stupid'. Even if the method had differed from the usual.\n\nGripping her chest like that made her stir a little. It wasn't less pain, but at least it was different, something to give her a little kick and prompt Hana to gasp deeply instead of those mindless little pants had been sustaining her since she'd been allowed proper air again. Her eyes even refocused! Although that only meant they locked once again on the disturbing lump bulging from her lower tummy.\n\nShe had just started to emit a keening noise, like the precursor to a particularly hysterical round of bawling, when he thrust once more. The result was an, \"Eee-ukh!\" noise, and suddenly once again the bulge was worse and Hana had the look of a little girl who had just been punched in the stomach. Which probably wasn't far off.\n\nOver and over Red's efforts to fuck through the tension from her cervix thudded the wind out of her, but slowly, ever so slowly, it began to work. Whether something had started to tear, or by some miracle the earlier beating had tenderised the muscle enough that it could start to yield, the hare was starting to have some success in resuming his rape! Even if every time he ploughed high enough to stab the top of Hana's womb with his tip, her face greyed and eyes bulged precipitously.\n\n—\n\nAlthough Hana's change in complexion and unfocused wide-eyed stare hadn't gone unnoticed by the hare, he was also at the same time, far too close to climax to just stop now. So rather than ramp down his abuse, he ramped up, suddenly and inexplicably, but only for a few moments. That was all it took to put Red over the edge as that tight little donut served at the perfect stimulation for his burning hot erection.\n\nWith a few final, pointed thrusts that horribly extended Hana's no doubt bruised abdomen, the buck drove his length as deep as he possibly could, eeking out a few more millimeters' distance before all the cum he'd been holding back came rushing out in three, fiery hot bursts. The first was almost enough to fill the confined space all by itself, but the second caused the demi-raccoon's uterus to swell, and the third filled it even further, until it bulged noticeably.\n\nOnce Red had milked every last drop he could, he inhaled sharply and jerked back hard on his own organ as hard as possible. Thankfully, his semen helped to lubricate that stinging, throbbing donut of flesh enough that it promptly ejected the hare's foul manhood and sealed up tight behind it, trapping all of that hot, salty fluid deep inside her uterus.\n\nAs soon as he felt himself pop free, the buck pulled all the way out and lurched to his feet suddenly and awkwardly. Panting as he caught his breath, he struggled to keep his knees from buckling as he let the girl fall how she may in the aftermath of so deep and brutal of a sexual experience. Still gulping for air himself, he chuckled and commented on the stupefied look she wore.\n\n\"Hah... haheh... what's the matter, did I fuck you silly?\" he snorted, leaning against the stall wall as he watched and waited for a reaction. He was too exhausted himself to immediately check for lifesigns, but the slightest pang of worry made him reach out and slap her cheek when she failed to respond initially.\n\n—\n\nFortunately, those last few moments were a lot clearer! Hana was certainly battling with a fog all the while, but Red letting her have back the use of her mouth had made all the difference, and even crumpled for ease of raping as she was, every breath was another step back towards full cognisance of the horrible situation.\n\nAnd that was awful. She hadn't been able to escape, but increasingly it had been difficult to feel as if she were truly present, as the hare kept her pinned against the cistern, continued to run her through with a shaft that she was convinced would stab up through her chest or something similarly awful at any moment.\n\nThen came red's peak, and unlike Hana's painful ghost-orgasm of the beginning of her rape, his was obviously both satisfying and productive. The new noise was a short little shriek, as if more horror at seeing her little tummy begin to swell so. And then further. One hand dropped from its clenched pressing against Red's front to clutch at her own, a whine of discomfort as another shot, another little swell that lifted the hand she was using to touch herself.\n\nBut, away she drifted again, however briefly. When she came back, Hana was no longer where she remembered! He'd dropped her, let her plunk down on the toilet seat and then slide to the tiled floor. So the hare might have to bend down pretty far as he reached to smack at her face and, \"Wuh-?\"\n\nIdiot expression again.. But only for a moment. The next shriek was just fear as the face of the lapine had hunted and raped her swam back into view, the little girl scrambling back the little distance she had behind her on the ground.\n\nBut, still, between him, and the agonising sensation of weight and being all twisted deeply open...\n\n\"My... my tummy...\" with the slightest hiccough in her voice as she felt at where she'd been raped; first the little swell of the cum was no doubt already looking for an egg to wastefully claim, and then the bloodied, spread-open little mess between her legs.\n\n—\n\n\"Theere you are,\" he cooed as Hana drifted back to consciousness, only to scream at the sight of him.\n\nRed's reaction was simply to grin with satisfaction as he loomed over the cub laying on the floor. Having crouched to reach her, his penis was a prominent feature in the visual she'd awoken to, still stained red with blood and dripping fluids that were at least partially his seed now. They even landed on the floor near her head before the sudden panic drove her to the opposite wall of the narrow stall in a blind terror.\n\nThough she was still in reach, and Red could've grabbed her at any moment, he instead remained crouched with legs spread to show off the manhood he'd brutally raped her with while she struggled to come to grips with that fact. He couldn't help himself, nor could he stop grinning so twistedly from ear to ear. When she finally spoke up in the most cute and pathetic manner, and clutched at her belly, his smile finally retreated enough to speak.\n\n\"Yes, that's right.. It's packed full of my seed. Couldn't help it really, you practically sucked it right out of me, hahah... too bad, though. I don't think a mix-breed mutt like yourself could even carry my child. Not even if your pops was a hare like me. Something about hybrids, I guess. Makes them infertile. Worthless. But you still have some uses...\"\n\nAs he spoke, Red reached for the meat-hook he'd so cruelly discarded earlier, picking it up delicately, dusting it off and cradling it as if it were alive, before threading his fingers around the handle again.\n\n\"Like experimentation... for example what might happen if I shoved this up inside you instead of my dick, hm..?\" Up until that moment, Red had been eyeing the weapon in hand, running a finger up to the tip of the tool's deadly-sharp point, but suddenly his red-eyed gaze shifted to Hana and narrowed with villainous intent.\n\n\"Perhaps that'll be our next game. When I catch you again,\" he said flatly, and yet, somehow it rang with such a terrifying warning.\n\nWhether she picked up on it right away or not, Red boldly raised the hook into the air, catching the light just as he swung it down at the demi-raccoon, aiming to scratch the nearest limb he could reach as proof he wasn't playing around. At least, not in the sense he wasn't willing to inflict greater bodily harm if she didn't move.\n\n—\n\nHana continued to gaze up at the vicious hare as he crowed over her, still taking her long moment to come back. It didn't help that he adopted such a gentle tone, the little girl returning to full consciousness with the bleary laziness of a woken from nightmare. Sure the girl had not quite gone so far that drifting back, she actually imagined she was safe, but that was the chain of states that led her to shriek in renewed, sickened terror and clutch at herself as the hurts all began to reassert themselves at once.\n\nFor a long moment, her eyes were even locked on the bloodied malehood he had used to give her her first time. He was a good couple of phrases into his self-congratulating post-creampie speech when her eyes finally found their way back to his face again. There was... a flinch there. As if through all the pain and terror and the slowing layers of trauma, Red had managed to find something else with which to poke at her. Maybe Hana did not even realise, but on some level, there was a little fear that she might never get to be a mother someday, like she had heard grown-ups discussing how common barrenness was in crossbreed girls like her and the thought had wormed its way deep.\n\nNever mind whether it was true. Hana might have been entering her very first cycle - she had the signs of readiness; the cute little starter-tits, and those pretty hips of hers. Red's semen might right then be burrowing into a discovered ovum in one more quiet, unnoticed rape, and neither of them would have a clue.\n\nBut instead of dwelling on unacknowledged insecurities, Hana gave a new little squeak of fear, cringing back into her useless hiding place practically tucked between the toilet bowl and the wall of the partially wrecked stall as Red reached nearer. Did it cross his mind that he'd forgotten about it given the tenderness with which he'd held it before, busy as he had been with the peak of raping the gray-furred little mongrel-child?\n\nHana's mind meanwhile offered the wonderfully helpful thought - as the razor tip of the hook rose up past her fast - that she could have grabbed that. It had been right there in reach, closer to her than to him. That earned another heaving little shake of a sob before she was gazing up at the hare, and his resumed tender performance with the impractical but terrifying weapon.\n\nHe asked his question, and Hana had finally caught up enough, reclaimed enough breath to process and understand. And so she answered with a gasping, horrified sob at the idea of his driving the tool up her still-bloodied, still hurting little cunny. Her eyes were, once again, huge at that possibility, and one wonderful feature of the little not-raccoon's eyes in such moments was just how reflective they were: Red could perhaps see the glinting metal hook clearly in her eyes as he lifted it, and for a long moment Hana could only stare.\n\nUntil it came down. The nearest limbs, thanks to how she had tried to shuffle away on her behind, were her legs, but with the downswing something snapped inside Hana, and this time to her benefit. The fluffy, blood-and-other-fluids-spattered little cub jerked, twisted, instinct driving her to scrabble for the gap beneath the stall divider.\n\nIf Red was quick, maybe he could still correct himself and get her with the hook - the new position momentarily brought Hana's shoulder closer than anything else after all. If so, then there was that sensation of barely-penetrated skin and the quick rip of the hookpoint slicing itself free - and the hurt little shriek of a little girl had just received a shallow (and so in a way, especially painful) little slash.\n\nNonetheless, that didn't stop whatever was driving her. Once again, that cumbersome tail was the last extremity out under the divider, Hana scrabbling on all fours for the flimsy door that Red had opened during his cruel little hunting game that seemed like forever ago already. If she made it, then on just faintly skidding paws Hana ran for the door led back out into the corridor. Sure, a pang of complaint from her violated insides like a kick practically tripped her up on the way, but somehow that same overriding instinct to run turned it into a mere stumble.\n\nWhether the door was still open for her (he'd been pretty rough with it) or not and Hana had to pull it open herself in a moment she was sure she'd feel herself grabbed in, she was soon out into the halls once more and, once again, running as hard as she could.\n\nIt was a good quarter minute and a rounded corner later before the next pang of complaining hurt from between her hips. And this one did floor her, knee buckling and one foot practically tripping over the other as she went down with a startled-upset cry. She even lay there for a second! A picture that would have been funny, all face-down-butt-up and tail in the air, but for the mess she presented to the corridor behind her.\n\nA whine. Someone was gritting her teeth! And tearful little girl had managed to get her hands back underneath herself, her feet after that. The tiny interlude had been enough to ground her again, just enough to realise she should be trying for discretion at any rate. Still fast, but now her footsteps were quieter - with the added benefit of no longer being so hard and fast as to wrench around newly raped intimates.\n\n—\n\nThe hare's expression had twisted into a visage straight out of a nightmare, a menacing glee painted across his entire face as Hana frantically dodged his first swing. All of his power had gone into it too, as evidenced by the toilet bowl shattering from the impact. However, it helped him rebound and redirect the momentum into a second swing that scored a grazing hit to the quasi-raccoon's right shoulder.\n\nJudging from the scream and the minimal spray of fur and blood that followed, Red had only broken the skin, despite aiming for a more substantial injury, but when he stood to chase after the hysterical cub the hare found himself immediately slipping in the puddle that had suddenly gathered at his feet.\n\n\"Fuck–!\" he snapped uncharacteristically as he landed flat on his ass, wedged between the toilet and stall wall. You win this round, gravity, he huffed, taking his time to climb back to his feet.\n\nOn the bright side, at least he wasn't wearing anything besides his tie, which he took the time to straighten after his unsightly spill, but now he had extra aches and pains he didn't really want to deal with. By the time he exited the stall, Hana had already reached the door to the girls' bathroom, but it was heavy for a cub to pull open, giving Red time to close the gap.\n\nAs he bore down on her from behind, the hare raised his meat-hook again, now freshly christened with a single trailing drop of cub blood, intending to slash her from shoulder to shoulder. However... just as he swung down, Hana mercifully slipped through the door in the nick of time, his hook missing by the narrowest of margins and striking the wall behind her with the same shattering force as before.\n\nDamn. Missed. Red tugged on and twisted the meat-hook until it ripped free of the wall, sending chunks of tile and grout scattering across the floor as he opened the door and followed after his fleeing prey. He made sure to turn off the light behind him, which inevitably left him blind in the dark. Unlike a predator, his night vision was weak. Hana, with her mixed lineage, likely had a leg up in that regard, but the hare took full advantage of his own strengths.\n\nListening quietly to the sound of retreating footsteps, he quickly discerned which direction the demi-raccoon had taken off in, and swiftly followed suit. If he understood the school's layout correctly, she'd fled in the direction of either the gymnasium or the nurse's office. Though both were a locked door and a sprint outside away, Hana could always break out if she got desperate enough.\n\nAs he walked in darkness and listened to the silence, broken only by the faintest sounds made by Hana and himself, there was also the light pitter patter of rain as the heavens above began to weep, probably in sorrow for the life he sought to take, or perhaps merely to wash away all trace that it had ever existed. Either way, it ended up getting loud enough to interfere with his hearing, making it impossible to track the hybrid by sound. So instead, he started to taunt her.\n\n\"You know, I gave it some thought, kid. I think it's pretty obvious what this thing would do to your sad, little pussy. It'd destroy it! More than my dick ever could. Not that I'm not willing to test that theory...! But I think... first I'm going to see just how much that cunt of yours can take before it splits apart. Then... I'm gonna RIP it right out of you!\"\n\nAs his threats escalated, Red approached the bend in the corridor where he assumed Hana had ducked out of sight. However, as he suddenly rounded the corner at the climax of the speech, he couldn't see anything to process in the pitch darkness of the hall. Raising his head slightly, he sniffed the air and growled as he took a step forward. Still effectively blind, he only had close-range hearing and his sense of smell to find her. Thanks to the storm, he'd even lost what little advantage the moonlight had given.\n\n\"I know you're theeere...\" he sang creepily, letting out a giggle that only heightened the creep factor, \"And I'm going to fiiiiind yoou...\"\n\n—\n\nIt was blind panic's fault, but Hana had broken her own little unacknowledged rule about no classrooms. She wasn't about to do something as stupid as trying to hide underneath a teacher's desk again: sure, that was good for being out of sight, but ever since her encounter with Bryan, Hana was also painfully aware that it essentially meant cornering oneself. But unaware that she had the advantage of at least some limited vision over her pursuer (she was under the impression Red could see as much, if not more, with those bizarre and awful eyes), Hana's largely instinct-driven flight wanted her out of the corridor and its long, open sight lines.\n\nShe at least still had enough wits about her, despite spikes of hurt from inside in addition to the persistent, burning, ache, to not go for the very first door off the hallway that presented itself. Indeed she actually managed to restrain herself until the third after the bend she had bolted into, though whether that delay gave Red any chance of immediately knowing where she had gone, despite the rain beginning to beat down outside...\n\nNonetheless, once she was out of the hallway, and the screaming sense of vulnerability, Hana could take stock. If only a very little bit. She was still breathing hard - harder than necessary really, after everything she had already been through. And it hurt. Somehow she had managed not to acknowledge the worst of it while she had been 'running', but now that she could stop for a moment the lingering agony...\n\nAnd that was just the physical. Could Red have any idea that thanks to the rain and the dark slowing him down, Hana was having a moment in which she could really come to terms with how much trouble she was in?\n\nThis wasn't just the looming knowledge of being 'flunked out'; this was knowing full well she was separated from her friends, would not be seeing them ever again, and trapped and alone with someone who very, very obviously wanted to hurt and kill her and would take great pleasure in so doing. Had already taken great pleasure therein: she was carrying around the evidence sealed in her battered little womb. And while the poor little ten year-old didn't have a complete grasp of the nuances, she was still painfully aware that the monstrous hare had poured something in that she now had to carry around with her, and between the weight of it, the sensation of there being far too much forced up in there, and (to her horror noticing again) the way her little tummy continued to bulge ever-so slightly, the discomfort was much more than sensation alone.\n\nFor a long moment, it almost got the better of her, and Hana sniffed back hard on the urge to just burst into wailing tears. She even scrubbed the back of her forearm across her eyes - for all the good that did at this point - and then clutched just below her shoulder for how doing that hurt her where the hook had slashed its shallow, vicious line. It wasn't even some heroic resolution that kept her going at that point, more just a little part of her that stubbornly wouldn't quite accept. She looked around the classroom for... something. Anything.\n\nThis was the same line of reasoning she had been through the last time she had tried to hide in a classroom. The cupboards along the wall were no good, they'd be full of shelves that would prevent even a particularly small cub from squeezing in. Maybe Eiko could have...\n\nHana shook her head at the drifting thoughts. She didn't know anything about dissociative trauma, either, but she knew that those thoughts wouldn't help, no matter how much it made the inside of her skull hurt to shake them away.\n\nWhich was when she caught Red's voice. Awful and singsong and it instantly had the tears pricking at her eyes again as her hands clamped to flatten those slightly too-large ears against the sides of her head before she even thought about what she was doing.\n\nNo hiding places. Her eyes fixed on the windows, but even if she could have opened them, even if she could have broken one of them, there were bars in the way. Maybe only now did it really start to dawn just what they had meant all along, as her eyes slid off the glass and the view of the rain drumming against it -\n\n... The classroom had another door. Just for a split second, there was even a little burst of hope that it might somehow lead outside, although even in the mentally shaken mess Hana was, that thought was instantly pierced by logic. That was a supply closet, wasn't it?\n\nBut a hiding place was still a hiding place, and she couldn't go back out into the hall, she couldn't. So the closet it was, and Hana hurried to try the door and -\n\nFor a split second she thought she was out of luck, that it was locked - but then it gave, the ever-so-soft sucking, fabric noise of the draft-excluding little rim along the door's middle starting to move. And Hana slipped inside.\n\n—\n\nWhen his taunt was met with complete silence, he knew that Hana wasn't close by and proceeded toward one of the classroom doors. Naturally he picked the closest one, as his limited vision meant following the wall as a guide until he found the door-handle. However, before opening it, he checked to make sure it was still closed; by feel of course. Then he rotated the handle and opened it, listening carefully.\n\nIt wasn't a sound he'd heard earlier, but the rain could've easily masked it. When the door closed though, it did so with a loud clunk, despite his gentle approach. No way he would've missed hearing that. So Hana wasn't here. Moving to the next door, Red used the curve of his meat-hook to scrape along the wall as his guide, until he heard the click of wood and stopped to give in a few taps. Groping for the handle of the second door, he quickly confirmed it was still closed and immediately continued to the next.\n\nHis theory was sound so far, but he was still assuming that Hana had been too distracted with fleeing to close the door behind her. If she had, then he might well have been barking up the wrong tree now as he reached out for the third door. Doubts were for doubters though, not Red. So rather than ruminate on the matter, he began to whistle a twisted childhood tune. One that might've even been recognizable to the raccoon hybrid, if not for the haunting manner in which he hit the notes.\n\nHis creepy lullaby paused just briefly when he finally found the door-handle and pushed to a long, drawn out squeeeak as it swung open. So far so good. Resuming his nightmare-inducing tune, slower and more intensely, Red crept into the classroom Hana had chosen to hide in. Stopping just inside the door for a moment, he blindly felt around on the nearest wall for the light-switch but couldn't locate it in the dark.\n\nRather than risk Hana slipping out behind him in the interim, Red pointedly slammed the door shut, then located the nearest desk chair to wedge under the door-handle. After that it only took him a few more seconds to find the lights. However, once the room was lit, it was clear, at least initially, that it was empty. For just a moment the hare panicked and his whistled tune nearly faltered as he contemplated racing out of the room to check the others, but then his searching gaze landed on the closet door.\n\nOf course. She wouldn't have been stupid enough to pull the same stunt twice. That said, she was certainly a fool if she thought he wouldn't check in the closet. As he moved toward the rear of the class, Red's whistling grew even more sinister, punctuated by steel against wood as he tapped the hook against each desk in passing. When he finally reached the back, he briefly leaned forward to check under the teacher's desk, just to be certain. Empty, of course. \n\nRed then moved to the door and grabbed the handle, turned it to the rhythm of his musical interlude, and concluded Hana's death lullaby with the door opening to his frightening visage, grinning mercilessly as he sang, \"Found you again...\"\n\n\"Tell me... how do you feel about.. fisting? Don't know what I mean, do you? Allow me to demonstrate...! Come along!\" he cackled, swinging the meat-hook down onto Hana's uninjured shoulder and digging it in as he forcibly dragged the cub out onto the floor.\n\n—\n\nBetween the classroom door indeed not having closed properly, and the door to her hiding place not being all that heavy even if it did feature the school-standard little seal, the nursery rhyme made it to Hana and prompted her to once more force her hands over her ears. Even still, distant enough as it was at first that she could smother it thus, Hana's breathing still quickened.\n\nSomewhere in the quiet between choosing her hiding place and the stillness being broken by the whistling, Hana had ended up sat down, facing the door with knees up against her chest almost as they had been during that moment hiding in the toilet. And as the scraping of the hook on the wall outside the classroom got louder, so too did her breathing only come quicker, almost moreso as she struggled to at least keep it from becoming loud. The better effort would have been deep and slow, but again, she was just a hapless cub, and one whose horror-trope experience extended as far as a particularly dramatic episode of a children's show.\n\nAnd then she could hear Red moving around in the classroom outside. Even before Hana heard that awful hook playing percussion to the whistling, she could feel a choked sensation rising in her throat. She had been stupid. She was trapped in a classroom again. Why hadn't she just kept going? It didn't matter if trying to run hurt, at least she could have kept trying to keep a distance between the two of them. The tears were already prickling again while Red was making absolutely sure she hadn't attempted the desk trick again, and while he made his way to the closed door of the supply closet, Hana was looking desperately around the faint outlines of long-abandoned craft supplies for something that might hint at a way out, or a hope or... or anything.\n\nSuddenly that... stuff that he had squirted up inside of her seemed so much heavier.\n\nAnd that was when Red opened the door to Hana's hiding place, revealing once more the big, tear-pricked blue eyes, the slightly tarnished but still prettily just-curving little grey body, and the tail rested on the floor and wrapped around the whole. That was the biggest difference from the picture she had presented him with in the toilet stall: the tail was in the way of a proper view of those now-bloodstained, once pure-white folds. ... Although now there was a glimpse of nipples, thanks to her being so much lower. Not that Red hadn't seen them plenty already, and was free to view whatever else he fancied now that he'd found the not-quite-hyperventilating little hybrid girl.\n\nShe... may have registered what he was saying? Her eyes were locked on his, however, and even if she had understood, coming up with any kind of response was beyond her even before Red swung the hook.\n\nAnd this time it landed. Sadly for Hana there just wasn't time to escape it, not this time. She might even have tried to, starting to kick her heels against the hard floor of the cupboard and push back with her hands, but the inch or so she bought wasn't nearly enough to stop the hook getting behind her shoulder and...\n\nWell, another new sort of screaming. Hana had been beaten, 'figged', and now even raped, but even the bit of her nipple or Red's using his claws was nothing on this new cruelty. Oh the hurt of the chili had been worse perhaps, and the violence of the rape vastly more traumatic, but there was a special sort of violated horror came with the percussive burst of agony as the razor-end of that hook bored into her shoulder from behind, glancing bone and piercing muscle as the little girl was yanked forward. Even worse, there wasn't time to get her feet under her, which meant Hana's weight shifting around the point as he hauled her out of the cupboard torso-first, grinding sickeningly against bone until it twisted away and dumped Hana bodily at the hare's feet.\n\nWith a good view of her back, the injury almost looked neat! A nice little hole punctured, if quickly starting to fill with red. The damage was all inside, an ache like someone had lit a fire inside Hana's shoulder. Even then, her arm still worked; and panic even had her trying to scramble to her hands and knees to make another attempt at getting away! But Red wouldn't even need to stop her right away, not when Hana gave a new little cry of surprised, stabbing hurt as she tried to put weight on the arm and its injured shoulder. Something gave instantly, Hana actually banging her face against the floor as her arm collapsed under her - though too near a drop to do her any injury that way, at least.\n\n—\n\nAs soon as Hana had cleared the closet door, Red expertly yanked the hook free so that, in fact, she didn't actually end up dangling from it when gravity inevitably took over. The result however, was a grotesque streak of blood that splattered across the wall and closet door, while the poor little demi-raccoon dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.\n\nThe hare chuckled at the sight before him, casually swinging a leg over to straddle the fallen cub as she struggled to her hands and knees in some vain attempt to keep running. Before he even had to lift a finger to stop her though, the fresh new injury he'd given her did all the work, dropping Hana flat on her face just in time for Red to drop to his knees and sit on her lower back. An action that not only pinned the aching, terrified girl in place, but put considerable pressure on that battered little uterus still full of his seed.\n\nA quick check on the injury, assessed by applying an unhealthy amount of pressure around the area, confirmed he'd punched clean through the shoulder-blade with his attack. Blood oozed aggressively from the wound at his prodding, but it flowed slowly, indicating it would likely clot before she could bleed out in the next couple hours. Good. Plenty of time.\n\nGrabbing Hana by the only shoulder that wasn't effectively broken now, Red lifted his weight so he could force her to roll over and face him. Certainly it was the last thing she wanted to do right now, and therefore it was what he demanded, even going so far as to grip her throat once more as he targeted her with a penetrating glare.\n\n\"Before we start your special lesson, I'm going to need you to do something for me,\" he explained in an ominous tone. \"It's nothing crazy or weird, I assure you. I'm just going to need you to taste something for me.\"\n\nWith the position he was currently in, it wasn't exactly hard to imagine what he wanted her to 'taste', but a quick readjustment made sure there was no confusion as his penis plopped onto Hana's collarbone, mere inches from her face. She could surely smell, if not see the half-dried fluids that covered his length, but just in case the young hybrid still didn't get it, Red spelled it out for her, using his meat-hook to get the message across as he rubbed its curve against her cheek.\n\n\"Clean it all up like a good girl, and maybe I'll even go easy on you,\" he lied, blatantly, \"But bite and... h'well... let's just hope you don't find out what happens then.\"\n\n—\n\nDespite the stab of pain from so doing, Hana was actually trying to get up a second time! This time with... greater care for her deceptively injured shoulder. Not that she got far, at all. The little not-quite-'coon had just gotten her good arm underneath her, but before she could actually push to lift herself, down came Red's weight and drove her back against the floor once again. \n\nFunniest little high pitched 'Ouf-!' as her chest struck the floor, and a hurt little whine followed. It was almost the least of her injuries by this point, rather than the violence-inducing trauma it had been when it was inflicted, but Hana's teeth-pierced nipple was still there, still hurt when it was pushed against the hard vinyl floor.\n\nNot that it was anything on Red's careless reminder of what he had already done to the poor thing's intimates. The pressure on Hana's already cum-swollen womb was yet another new and distinct kind of pain, a sort of ache like a fist driven into her tummy in an impact that never quite resolved. It was just a shame she had so few ways to vocalise all these different hurts! The best her body could do was modulate that same whine, shifting it to something ever so slightly lower and more deeply discomforted.\n\nOnly for the hare to whom she was playing cushion to spoil all that hard work by squashing her injured shoulder! She probably would have screamed again, or at least shrieked, were he not also squashing the breath from her and giving her so many other hurts to worry about. As such, the result as damaged bones were moved underneath his concerned checking earned only a small wail, while Hana's fists balled either side of her head where they had ended up rested.\n\nAnd he still wasn't done! Yanked by her shoulder and flipped onto her back, the new squeal almost sounded offended as much as surprised and pained. Until he dropped her, and then made matters worse by grabbing her by the throat and pressing.\n\n\"Hiekh-!\" Choked, wracked, and stymied by the glare that all but pinned her to the floor on its own. At least he had her attention, this time. No violation, endless shaking, and near asphyxiation to turn his little toy into an idiot fuckdoll this time. Which only made it all the worse for Hana when he adjusted himself and flopped his thoroughly sullied cock against the top of her chest. She actually went cross-eyed! Before a gasp of revulsion and fright and a jerk as if she had forgotten she was in no position to even begin to scramble backward and away.\n\nThe meat hook... Hana went still, breathing quickly, which only further served to force the awareness of what he had pointed at her against her senses.\n\nBut again, this time Hana could think. At least... think enough, with the help of the comparative stillness and Red's giving her the opportunity to wilfully service him rather than just further violence and rape. And one thing came straight into her mind, almost unbidden.\n\n'Do a good job kids, and maybe you won't end up like Lucy.'\n\n\"I-if -\" her voice almost hurt to use, Hana had done so much screaming since the last time she had made coherent words. \"If I do good will... will you not k.. kill me?\"\n\nShe had to swallow, even fight down a couple of hiccuping sobs that made her blood-and-fluids-splattered chest jerk prettily between his legs, before she could get the whole question out.\n\nEven as she asked, she hated the feelings that resulted. It wasn't so much the hope - that was something she absolutely clung to - but rather the acknowledgement that there was someone worse than the cat that had so violently fingered away her hymen, and that she wanted that promised opportunity to maybe even go to him, and be the girl that he took to keep Amber company.\n\n\"I-I promise, I promise I won't bite, I -\" gasp, gasp, again trying to force her breaths to come out steady, before another sob stole her words and Hana decided it would be far better to just do as she was told, especially if Red actually did positively acknowledge what she had asked.\n\nSo up leaned Hana's head, cringing as that made her injured shoulder shift just a little beneath her. The narrow tip actually poked her before she could open her mouth, but she hurried to do so, the horrid thing resting against her soft little lower lip for just a moment before out poked that cute little pink tongue. Flicked across his tip. And instantly flinched at the taste, even jerked a little, but caught herself. And as if panicking at the risk of perceived failure, Hana immediately redoubled her efforts, craning her head forward uncomfortably and screwing her eyes shut \nas she tried ever so hard to keep her tongue moving clumsily over what she could reach of the hare's cock-tip.\n\n—\n\nAlthough Red was still thoroughly enjoying just how terrified and afraid for her life Hana was, he remained stoic on the outside this time, maintaining his intimidating glare as the desperate cub, finally able to think clearly in the face of what amounted to her impending doom, sought in some vain hope to be spared the fate that was coming toward her like a freight train.\n\nSurely Hana was hoping that because some cubs had survived their encounters with their rapists, that she might at least get to live, but that was more Max's thing. On occasion Red was willing to take a cub under his wing to raise into a killer, but usually he just preferred to kill them and mail body parts to their relatives. If not for Max having already taken on Eiko as his 'pet', Red might've considered it, but only because the bunny would've earned his wrath instead.\n\nUnfortunately for Hana, Red was in a murderous mood tonight. That said, he wasn't entirely without mercy.\n\nBy the time the demi-raccoon had finished her timid plea, even going so far as to promise not to bite, a small smirk had formed on the hare's face. His eyes however remained unchanged. Nonetheless, he threw her a meager bone as he leaned in close, until their noses nearly touched. Opening his mouth, he rested the tip of his tongue on the twitching, olfactory organ and gently licked up toward her forehead before pulling away to answer.\n\n\"Well now... that all depends... on just how good you can do...\" he teased, suggesting, \"Why don't you see if you can make me cum again.\" In case she was confused he bounced up and down a little to reignite the discomfort in her abdomen, \"You know... like before. Think you can suck that hard?\"\n\nWhether or not Hana thought she could, she was already moving accordingly before he finished, however her first efforts left much to be desired. From being afraid to touch it, to offering the lightest touch, and then the tiniest tease of a lick. Mind you, it was hot as hell, and all the conflicting personas crammed in his head had a lot to say about it, but most of all, they demanded it continue.\n\nAfter several moments, Hana's hesitation seemed to trigger a small panic attack, but Red didn't complain since it led to her redoubling her efforts. Unfortunately in her position she couldn't really tackle more than the tip of his manhood. So he gave her another small 'gift' by lifting his weight off her chest and threading a paw through her long, black hair to hold her head up so she didn't have to. Of course, naturally it had a price, that being that Red helped himself to inserting the full length of his penis into her warm, inviting maw.\n\n\"That's good, but... if you really want to get me to cum, you're going to have to work a lot harder than that. So here, let me give you a hand,\" he explained.\n\n—\n\nIf Hana had half a glance into what was going on in her co-performer's head... Well, for Red the entire night would likely be a good bit less fun.\n\nBut thankfully, Hana was not privy to the complex inner dialogue that was observing and appreciating everything she was going through! And besides, she was much too concerned with actually having been given... something, to be worrying about her monster's mental state. \n\nWhen Red leant down over her, licked her, of course Hana cringed back a little. But even that was restrained, as if trying her best, whether consciously or not, extended to accommodating such minor violations as well.\n\nDid.. her eyes just brighten, ever so slightly?\n\nShe was already nodding before the end of the question, even if her initial efforts proved something of a disappointment when it came to the actual trying. And thanks to that momentary panicked realisation that she might not, in fact, be doing even remotely well enough, her efforts had redoubled! Small tongue worked harder alone at first, licking as far as she could reach, before the suggestion that she actually suck really sank in.\n\nThere was another flicker-hesitation, and that was followed by that same, terrified-of-failing burst of effort as Hana actually bucked her head a little higher! Wrapped small, soft lips around the tip - and it was only the tip thanks to how far she was able to reach rather than any kind of hesitation.\n\nJust as when the hare had forced those kisses onto her, Hana's mouth was warm, and snug even before she set about the effort, that hot little tongue pressed up against his tip even as she hollowed her cheeks with the effort of sucking just as she had been instructed. The constriction around the lapine tip was immediate, and Hana's face screwed cutely tight both with the sheer effort and just how unpleasant the act clearly was to throw herself into.\n\nThat was when she felt his paw, the fingers sliding through that (despite everything) still really quite pretty hair, the raven locks still silky thanks to Hana's continued efforts to keep herself clean. Someone watching must have thought to comment on the way that she had even washed herself the night before, declaring her to be 'getting herself ready for it' even as she merely continued her routine through that listless fog that had occupied her in the run up to... this.\n\nBut however pleasant to touch her hair might be, the hold taken of Hana's head had her eyes pop open to look up at Red once more, a frightened expression flashing across her cute features as he lifted her up by the back of her skull. Even a little, \"Nm-?\" begun around his cock! And that with her tongue still paused, pressed firm against his tip as if to better transmit the sound into his member.\n\nAt least... he wasn't angry with her. Or disappointed. Or even worse giving up. In fact there had even been praise! Hana honestly seemed to be ready to take on board most any instruction (she had temporarily forgotten what all this was a prelude to), even as she felt him sliding more and more of the same member as had been busily violating and filling her womb past her tightly wrapped lips.\n\nIt tasted horrible, obviously. She could feel the lump in her throat as her body rebelled against... everything about the cock she was accepting into her mouth, allowing it to slide onto, over, and subsequently squash down her tongue. All the while the soft muscle twitched and squirmed against the faint, fleshy ridge that ran along the underside.\n\nExcept... he didn't stop. He didn't stop, and soon his tip was scraping the back of Hana's tongue, and there was the inevitable jerk as her gag reflex stirred. Jerked, and jerked again, and her face screwed right up once again as all of her effort turned toward behaving herself and not scuppering the chance she had somehow managed to beg.\n\nIf she had the freedom of her hands still, they even came up - even the one belonging to her injured shoulder - but rather than resist it was more as if she wanted somewhere to put them so that she wouldn't be tempted. Of course Hana had not considered whether Red would appreciate having her balled fists pressed gently against his inner thighs, but right then there was increasingly little in Hana's mind besides ensuring she didn't do anything untoward. Like biting.\n\nOr for that matter fighting him, or giving in to the way her stomach tried to lurch as he made her accept still more. She had a sneaking suspicion these, too, would have counted as failure states.\n\nBut so long as he didn't ram himself into the poor cub's face, Hana actually, just about, managed! Oh she twitched and jerked underneath him with increasing strength, especially once his cock slid over the back of her tongue... and then he popped into her throat.\n\n\"NKH-!\" big eyes once more, the girl going stiff. But some miracle of panic and desperation kept the fight out of her all the same. Oh in short order the grey-furred little rape victim was shaking, new tears rolling down her cheeks as her little fists pressed ever firmer, her tiny body jerking at less and less lengthy intervals and all while her throat squeezed him. Not that that was talent. That was sheer, stubborn reflex trying to reject the invasion, all while looking ever more like something would give at any moment.\n\nBut the funniest part? She was trying to suck. It was halting, barely contributed, but just every now and then she gathered enough will to make her cheeks cave once more, and there would be a new, agonising pressure around Red's dick as the near-maddened-by-desperation little raccoon-thing tried and tried and tried and almost certainly grew ever closer to doing herself actual harm.\n\n\"N-Nkh! Ngh! Nh-!\" whether the noises contributed anything to the experience or not, Hana had no idea nor intention. But by dint of the sheer effort to which she was subjecting herself, she was making them all the same!\n\n—\n\nIt was a rare treat indeed for the hare to watch Hana struggle as he gradually force-fed her his manhood. From the cute expressions of genuine effort to please him at first, to the increasingly panicked, wide-eyed squirming as his length went deeper and deeper. Though he didn't bat an eye when her paws wedged against his inner thighs, he did take the opportunity to adjust his position slightly. Which unfortunately for Hana, meant he could proceed to drive his dick into her throat.\n\n\"Eeeeasy does it,\" he coached, as much for himself as for Hana, since he didn't want to choke her to death, \"Just a bit more aaaand... there. Heh... how does it feel to have my entire cock in there, mm?\"\n\nNaturally, the only real 'answer' the raccoon hybrid could offer was the obvious sound of choking, but even amidst that, Red could still feel her trying to suckle on the cruel invader. Tight and hot as the chosen orifice was, it was nothing compared to the frantic girl's clenching suction. And despite the danger of her situation she still hadn't attempted to fight back; perhaps she really thought she might survive if she did well.\n\nRed chuckled as he held her head firmly in place for a few long, agonizing seconds, moaning softly as he enjoyed the spasming of her throat and tongue against his throbbing erection. A little longer, and he probably could've willed himself into a climax right there, but when he looked down at the captive demi-coon, he noticed her eyes beginning to roll back and quickly popped free of her throat so he could breathe.\n\n\"Whoops, almost overdid it there,\" he confessed, \"But I have to say, you've got some good suction. Keep that up and you just might succeed...\"\n\nStill holding her head firmly, he waited until Hana was no longer heaving for air, and began the swift pumping motion that was required to really please him. Long, deep bobs of the cub's head were necessary but it was unlikely Hana could've achieved it on her own even if she wanted to; which really was a failing condition unto itself in Red's mind, but the girl didn't need to know that.\n\nOnce he had a good rhythm going, it was up to Hana to provide the suction and tongue action to further stimulate the hare. Luckily he began to feel her efforts resume now that he wasn't driving his length into the depths of her throat; nonetheless he still came close to stabbing the back of her throat on multiple occasions, stopped only by the desperate clenching of Hana's oral cavity to blunt the momentum.\n\nAfter just another minute or so of Red's rough, but comparatively less violent jerking of her head down onto his shaft, the hare could feel the familiar heat rising up in him, bringing on chills and tension in his muscles as he inadvertently dug his claws into the back of Hana's skull, attempting to force her down all the way to take his impending load.\n\nThe first try failed, thanks to Hana's blockage, but the sudden sensation of hot, salty cum filling her mouth must've startled her, because on his second release, he managed to slip past the cub's defenses and deposit another hot serving of his seed into her throat. Red held the quasi-raccoon there firmly for a few moments, trying to eke out a third helping, but only a meager squirt followed before the hare finally let Hana go.\n\n—\n\nEvidently desperation to please could achieve much, with Hana. Oh, as it became ever more difficult - both to take more of Red's cock or to breathe - her efforts flagged somewhat. But not for want of trying! Rather, more and more, Hana seemed to be putting everything into not doing something even worse than performing poorly... although perhaps she should have counted 'passing out' as a potential bad thing to do as well.\n\nTruthfully though, however inadequate, it ought still be quite the amazing effort! For a ten year-old sucking her first cock anyway, and covered in the evidence of her first proper rape at that. Over and over she'd have to abandon trying to lick, or suck, but it was only ever so that she didn't do something unseemly like give in to the impulse that was making her soft little form jerk underneath him so much. And she always went right back to trying as soon as the fit had passed! Even gazed prettily up at him intermittently rather than simply keeping her eyes screwed shut, perhaps hoping she might spy some sign that she was doing 'good' as she had promised she would.\n\nNonetheless, all that trying, all that panicked lack of regard for her own wellbeing... it was taking its toll, Hana's bouts of extra effort increasingly clumsy, increasingly lacking the strength to really perform. And that was setting aside the way her eyes had indeed begun to lose focus, starting to turn upwards as her service took on an increasingly automated hint and -\n\nPop.\n\nIt was actually audible! Red withdrawing himself in the middle of one of those moments when she was managing to suck on him, that cute little mouth taking on a lewd aspect as her lips slid back up his tapering cock and away. And the effect was almost immediate, too!\n\nEven as the hare confessed to nearly having asphyxiated her without intending to, Hana was heaving in a breath, the gulp for air long, and deep... and wet. She had just spent all that time putting her everything into sucking on him after all, and almost certainly a little fluid still connected him with her mouth unless he did something to break the hanging line.\n\nSo it was probably unsurprising when Hana started to cough. Tear-streaked face screwed up once more as she lay there giving sweet little chokes and splutters and intermittent new, wet-sounding heaves.\n\n... Had she not heard him? Because with the lapine dick popped free of her aching little mouth, the child emitted an almost pitiable sounding, \"Nuh-!\" and lurched back upwards, seemingly trying to get her mouth back to the phallus she'd seized on as her lifeline. \"N-nuh I c-\" cough! \"I can do it I can do ih-\"\n\nOop, back in again. The suddenness actually made her give a little squeal, the sound vibrating up his length through her tongue as it flailed in panicked pseudo-resistance and her fists pressed once more and firmer against Red's thighs.\n\nBut she absolutely didn't resist! Sure maneuvering Hana's head such that she was clumsily fucking her face up and down meant she had little to spare for industrious licking, but once again, on and off, she was clearly trying to suck! Maybe she'd taken this onboard as a new chance, because she really was trying to help with her own face-rape, no matter how little difference it might have made.\n\nEspecially as Red's assault drew on, and he approached his second orgasm, and it was all Hana could do to keep the panic from winning out as once again she was denied air and was now being used with a firmness that made it impossible to moderate her gagging. Wet noises, splutters, heaving breaths around cock, and splashes of saliva as the hare forced her over and over to try and kiss the base of his shaft. But perhaps the sheer mess of trying to suck, or not choke or cry out too much, was a stimulation for him in and of itself?\n\nThe first real try to take her face wholly, and Hana made an awful-sounding, \"Huekh-!\" noise with the withdrawal after he'd battered her throat. But the second - in he slid once more, and Hana's eyes were huge, the girl shaking around him as her throat spasmed, and she tried so, so hard to lock her jaw even as she felt the splattering of Red's semen into and down the back of her throat.\n\nAnd, then it was over, and Red let go Hana's head to fall back against the vinyl with a little thud and a wetly choked little cry. Once again, it was all she could do to heave for air, budding, slashed, pricked little chest rising desperately up and down between his knees.\n\n—\n\nAs the poor cub hiccoughed and gasped for air on the floor, Red watched as she gurgled on and let his seed leak out around the sides of her mouth while he casually rubbed his shaft up and down, milking out a few more drops of spunk to strategically drip on her face. Shaking his head like he was disappointed, he shook his member and inspected it.\n\n\"Tsk-tsk... You're a complete mess, kid,\" he commented worryingly, \"But... you did at least get my dick all nice and clean, so I won't let my special lesson kill you. Like you asked. That being said, of course... It's about time for that lesson now.\"\n\nWhether or not Hana had anything to say, or whether she could even speak yet at all, having just choked on and likely swallowed some amount of his semen, Red made his next move. Grabbing the demi-raccoon by her chest, he forcibly dragged her out from between his knees far enough to yank just one of her legs through. Then, in an aggressive maneuver to ensure Hana stayed put, he raised his right knee and let the weight of it drop onto the girl's chest, forcing her to use what little strength she had in her arms to keep him from crushing the air out of her lungs.\n\nMeanwhile, with the cub's legs held apart, he lifted the free limb and forced it to fold the girl in half, partially raising Hana's rear off the floor and thereby giving Red full, unrestricted access to that beat red, slightly stained and no doubt still VERY sore little vagina. Once he had her in position, to where his victim could at best beg for mercy, and at worst, watch the horror unfold, he finally turned his red eyes toward her, looking dead serious despite the unnerving grin he wore.\n\n\"Now then... since you were such a good girl before, I trust you can be again. If you're able to let this happen, you might well survive relatively unharmed. That said, before you could only handle two fingers...\" he explained, as his free paw set the meat-hook aside and placed a palm concerningly on her bruised mound. \"But this time... you'll have to take aaaaaall of this...\"\n\nAs he dragged out the word, Red raised his paw from her little slit and rotated it for her viewing pleasure, letting the reality sink in. It was a feasible possibility, if perhaps Hana were older and had already given birth prior, but neither were the case here, and beside that, the hare's paw was not petite nor friendly with its claws. A fact the hare was aware of, as he continued.\n\n\"Looks intimidating, I know. And maybe you're scared of these too,\" he offered a flash of his sharp claws, \"But since you were a good girl, I'll do you a favor.\"\n\nBringing the paw to his mouth, Red leveled each claw between his incisors and swiftly snapped off their tips, thereby blunting the danger, at least in terms of scratches. Nothing could be said for the damage such a large insertion would do, but hey–Red was happy to oblige there as well.\n\nSpitting out the last claw he continued, \"And look!\"\n\nSuddenly hot spit struck Hana's fragile little twat, before Red's paw lightly slapped it and spread it around as he explained cheekily, \"Some lubricant to help it go in, too! Aren't I so nice?\"\n\nWithout further prelude, the fingering began, as he prodded one inside first to spread the fluid around and refresh the spots that had dried or numbed. Then a second finger followed, doing the same thing. Both squirmed around inside like they were trying to make room, and then naturally a third finger arrived to start cramming itself in. Normally, after giving some time for the swelling to go down, it might have been easier to achieve. Instead, that third finger had a bit more trouble at first. At first. But Red was nothing if not persistent, and his ignorance of Hana's suffering; infinite.\n\n—\n\nThe look on Hana's face when, for a moment, Red's disappointed affectation had her thinking that despite all that trying, she had failed to secure his approval and the assurance of survival. Well, until the last of the orgasm that he was wringing from himself splattered across her face anyway. It was only a little, blessedly, but even the smallest amount of semen getting into her eye earned a squeal and the reflexive movement of her hand to try to protect it.\n\n\"I'm s-!\" she almost shouted, desperate in the face of failing - except... then he was relenting? She hadn't failed? The situation wasn't the least bit conducive to Hana being happy, but that flash of panic was at least frozen as he kept on speaking. Her mouth moved - something was wrong there, she was sure of it. But she couldn't ask, didn't know what to ask anyway, and she had only just gulped down enough lapine sperm as to be able to get the air she needed again anyway. Her mind was still trying to properly catch up when he started to move her around again.\n\nHana's first response was confusion - and then an actual 'eek!' sound as he yanked her out from beneath his crotch. She even managed the start of another sentence! A, \"Wh-?\" that would probably have led into asking what Red was going to do... but didn't get any further on account of the knee coming down on her chest and squishing. Or, very nearly at least. Both her hands were there by some instinct even if their owner was still too addled, and then it was far too late to do anything but let them be trapped, but at least protecting her from yet another encounter with asphyxiation.\n\nOne leg painfully pressed outward, and the other one up, and the next (still ever so slightly wet-sounding) cry from the little girl had less to do with being made to almost do the splits (she was... comparatively flexible!) and more to do with all this posing of Red's little torture toy having inevitably shifted the injured shoulder fit to set off some stabbing echo of the meat hook's snagging her. But it really was an adorable picture. Hana pinned, her cute little but twisted into the air by how far her leg had been forced, Red afforded not only a view of her partly-opened-by-the-stretch little cunt lips but also the best view yet of the child's perineum and the tiny star tucked under the mass of striped, slightly-matted fluff extending from the base of her spine. And the sheer incomprehension in her eyes as Red took the time to explain what he was planning.\n\n'All this'.\n\nShe was breathing fast again, beneath his knee. Little chest almost bouncing with the fearful speed of her breathing as the hare compared his paw to her crotch. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't even have been able to get the whole hand between her thighs.\n\n\"A-and then -\"\n\nHana looked surprised to have spoken, too. But on realising she had very nearly tried to ask if he would let her go, she actually managed to stop herself. She had learned quite a bit this evening, and indeed over the course of the show, and some part of Hana evidently knew not only that nothing good could come of suggesting she might go home, it might even scupper her chances of seeing the morning.\n\n... Red was still talking. And he was biting off his claws. Confusion came back, until the explanation followed, and Hana gave a little squeak for the feel of his saliva splattered those puffily immature cunt lips and the still, against all odds, prettily pink vaginal flesh within.\n\n\"Th-\" breath, breath, breath. \"Th-thank y-\"\n\nAgainst all odds, Hana's mind was still settled on compliance, and she had found herself trying to thank the rapist cub murderer for being so considerate. She didn't even stop herself! The only reason the grateful little phrase didn't get out was because Red chose that moment to nestle his fingertip in between her folds and instantly provoke a hiss as she sucked in breath through immediately gritted teeth. Of course she was still sore; she'd been stretched out by her first cock, and more than that thanks to that inappropriate, lapine shape the stretching had been at its worst just inside the poor little thing's vaginal folds.\n\nNot that she screamed. She was trying so, so, so hard to keep doing her best, just like she said she would and the hare had said would give her a chance at not being killed off after all.\n\n'... maybe you won't end up like Lucy.'\n\nIn slid the third finger... or tried. But Hana's insides were indeed still swollen from the violent fingering, the hare's use of his claws and then that rape with a brutality only the shadiest of porn studios would have allowed. He was going to have to work pretty hard to crack her open as he had before, and all the while the scream was behind Hana's painfully clenched teeth like a high-pitched whine. All the while, all that she could do was stare.\n\n—\n\nIt was hard to decide what excited him more about the horrendous act he was in the process of committing. From the paling expression Hana offered at the sight of his paw and the realization of where it was going, to the weakly uttered–albeit interrupted–thanks for his 'kindness'; even the way in which she didn't fight it, yet struggled to contain her own agony as little by little his third finger managed to widen the tears previously formed in her vaginal opening. That simple belief that he'd let her live, was enough to let her sit by as his finger finally slid inside to a fleshy tear and a pitifully shrill whine that Hana somehow still managed to keep behind clenched teeth.\n\nAfter that first restrictive tear gave way, the rest began to follow as Red sunk his first major knuckle into his poor, writhing victim. Of course, his finger-tip was already pressed against her bloodied and swollen cervix, which likely wouldn't release its helping of sperm any time soon, but with his claw clipped, it was far less harmful. That said, Hana had plenty else to worry about in the meantime as a second knuckle popped in.\n\nBy now the wet, sloppy sounds emanating from Red's efforts had reached a nauseating volume in the otherwise stillness of the classroom, but he kept on rocking his paw back and forth and wriggling, even folding his fingers in an effort to pull more of his hand into her all-too-small immature snatch. It certainly seemed an impossible task, but judging from the hare's commentary, he seemed to think it was going well.\n\n\"Look at that, two knuckles already!\" he chuckled, \"At this rate I'll be punching your little sperm bag in no time. See that? You can already see it bulging..!\"\n\nHe wasn't kidding either, with every attempt to drive his fist in up to the third knuckle, the unfortunate little girl's ballooned womb was forced to produce a disturbing bulge in Hana's abdomen, despite her awkward position. Almost worse than that however, was the sight of just how painfully stretched the demi-raccoon's splitting canal was and how tightly it clung to Red's paw whenever he pulled back, almost like it might completely invert itself.\n\nDespite the pain, and whether or not Hana could continue to hold in the agony, Red continued undeterred at a steady pace until a third and finally fourth knuckle and finger could finally penetrate. Then the lewd shlicking and shlopping really picked up. Though his hand was painfully cramped inside that all-too-tight little pussy, he could officially finger-fuck the bucking girl with all four digits. It clearly hurt like hell, but now Red was able to really pick on her clitoris from the inside, while also working more of his palm inside as well. His thumb however, was another story entirely...\n\n—\n\nAnd Hana kept trying. She was trying so, so hard to keep biting down on the scream that was trying to scramble out of her throat like a thing all of its own. Before, back in the toilet stall or even back when Principal Walker had had 'cause' to punish her, she had made cursory efforts at restraining herself for the benefit of some quiet instinct, almost the sense that she would offend someone by making too much noise. But here? With Red's promise that if she could just do 'good' and take his whole paw, she might somehow snatch the chance Amber had tried to make for her friends?\n\nIt didn't even seem to occur to Hana that Red had never stipulated as such that screaming was off the table; but then, could she really be blamed for a lapse in critical thinking? She was a ten year-old girl with an adult's paw trying to get inside her vagina.\n\nThat first, nascent tear suddenly gave, and the whine behind Hana's clenched teeth pitched up in perfect time with the child bucking underneath the hare's knee with the resulting bolt of agony. Her eyes had shot wide, and there was a tickle of wet at the corner of her mouth. Hana had far more important things to worry about than dribbling a little as she bared clenched teeth and kept on trying not to let out the noises she had every right to be making.\n\nAll while Red kept on rocking his fingers against the resistance, gaining just a little more territory with every motion, even if they were gains won by beginning to open up one perforation after another in the weeping, keening child's birth canal.\n\nThe sheer heat coming off the little girl's brutalised cervix when his declawed fingertip got there was even greater than the warmth enveloping the rest of Red's digits, as if Hana's abused little womb were playing incubator rather than a crude impersonation of a used condom. And it ought be obvious that Red would need to go to a lot more effort if he ever wanted to see all that semen again.\n\nEvery withdrawal that let the hare prepare for another attempt to jam still more paw up inside of her came with a sickening, wet noise as Hana's insides tried not to let it escape, came out along with it a little way before something gave and they slid back up inside once again with a little splatter of fractionally diluted red. By the time Red cared to point out that it was possible to make out the vague outline of Hana's bloated little uterus beneath the taut skin of her tummy, the sounds had changed as well. She'd stopped keening.\n\nInstead of the screaming against bared and gritted teeth, Hana seemed to be... to say she was suffering an attack, as such, was probably too dramatic. But once again her eyes were huge, though rather than reflecting the hare's terrifying red glare or the flash of that awful hook, if anything there was just an absurd glimpse in those dark, pretty - if by now somewhat bloodshot - circles of the distention twisted up to hang not-quite-level with her nose. And her breaths were coming fast; rapid gulping pants that made her chest bump against her hands and Red's knee where the whole arrangement was trapped.\n\nIf anything, the 'breathing' and the ever-so-slightly stupid expression was almost a parody of a more mature female in the throes of trying to slide something out. By the time he had managed to widen the rents far enough that Hana's horrendously over-stretched cunt could accept a fourth finger, the breaths had shifted again. The little mongrel girl was shaking with desperate little hiccoughs, spasmic little gulps and always with her eyes staring - although by now they were locked on those pale-taut little cunt-lips, and the horrible way they were cracked open to accommodate the broadest part of Red's palm.\n\n—\n\nAs ruthless as Red's efforts appeared to be, he was still keeping a close eye on Hana's physical and mental state; evidenced by occasional side-eyeing away from his task as he worked. The sheer agony was written all over not just the demi-coon's face, but her body language as well, as she lurched and shivered and watched in utter horror as he stretched her once tiny little slit, to what seemed like unrealistic proportions.\n\nIn truth, the only thing that might ultimately limit him, was the size of the gap in her pelvic bone, but even that might snap if he pushed hard enough. For now though, Red was successfully managing to pull more and more of his palm into Hana's distended canal, by favor of curling his fingers into a partial fist; which invariably applied pressure to the cub's clit from the inside, while his thumb began to rubbed, squeeze and pinch at it from the outside, going so far as to wedge up into the clitoral hood.\n\nThough the girl's entire nether region was sopping wet–a combination of various fluids at this point–Red was still struggling to make the necessary space in the canal before Hana's womb, to accept his full fist. It didn't discourage him, though it did frustrate. A scowl quickly formed on his face after twenty minutes of continuous abuse failed to yield any further progress.\n\nThus the aggression increased accordingly. Since Hana was still conscious and at least semi-lucid, if not partially in shock from the overwhelming pain, Red decided to drop the pretense of trying to go easy.\n\n\"So damn close,\" he muttered aloud, glaring side-eyed at Hana, \"I'll get in there though, don't you worry.\"\n\nThat was far more of a threat than a reassurance though, as Red's efforts redoubled. No longer was he trying to rock back and forth though. Instead, he just pushed forward, hard. One might say as hard as he dare without snapping her spine in half from the downward pressure. This time however, the hare had his thumb and fingers together, forcing her torn and bloody passage to accept it and everything connected to it through dint of pure power.\n\nThe effort required Red's full arm, and even extra weight on Hana's upper chest and leg as he trembled with the strain of spreading that gaping, yet still so tiny opening, around the first thumb knuckle... then the second... Then he had her little pussy and pelvic bone at their limits, just shy of accepting the full meat of his hand.\n\nOne final, sharp, powerful jerk of his arm and all of a sudden that bleeding, pale white ring of flesh SNAPPED around the widest part of his palm, and Red's fingers rolled into a fist as he quite literally punched the cub's bloated womb from the inside. All at once, he'd gone from almost in, to all the way in, as Hana's vaginal muscles proceeded to clamp down around his appendage so tightly it throbbed.\n\nSomething else sounded like it had broken in the process of breaching, but that wasn't the biggest concern for Red at that moment. Now that he was in, it occurred to him that getting out wouldn't be so easy when the time came, and judging by the raccoon hybrid's foaming-at-the-mouth response to such a devastating entry, the exit might well kill her. Aside from that, his hand was reeeally starting to hurt the longer it remained trapped inside a fleshy sleeve stretched beyond its limit.\n\n\"Fffff...fuck,\" he grunted, muttering awkwardly, \"This might've been a mistake.\" With a quick twitch of his expression as he glanced at Hana, he corrected himself at a higher volume, \"Th–that is, I didn't consider how to get free with you uh... squeezing so tight.\"\n\nIt was kind of low to blame it on her, since her vaginal muscles were hardly a factor with how massive a blockage it contained. That said, the size of the dual bulge in Hana's abdomen was a beautiful sight to behold; almost enough to forget his own pain for a moment. Then he dared to try and pull back on his fist a little, just enough to see that... yep. Her entire birth canal was keen to follow, with no sign of spreading to let him free.\n\n\"Mm.. that's unfortunate. I don't think I'll be able to pull it out here,\" he concluded, suddenly lifting his weight off of Hana. Yeah. He was just going to stand and walk.\n\nHe didn't even care how Hana planned to resolve the issue of where to move her limbs. Red simply picked up his weapon, stood and lifted the brutalized cub from the floor, hanging from the fist buried inside her vagina and wedged between her cracked pelvis. Then he began to walk, half-carrying, half-dragging Hana behind him as he left the classroom, flicked off the lights and transitioned into the darkness of the hall. \n\nDrag. Drip. Sob. The empty hallway filled with nothing but the sounds they produced as he made his way to the building's exit.\n\n—\n\nThe twisted state of horrified, silently panicking... disbelief, if anything, only escalated when Red discovered he was able to assault Hana's clit from outside as well as in. Between the repeated thumps against her stuffed-taut little womb, the agony that Hana wasn't so much struggling to check any more as no longer able to express, and the assault on the poor little girl's still-hidden clit...\n\nPerhaps it wouldn't be a surprise that it wasn't just blood that was providing the minimally helpful lubrication for Red's paw, after so long and so much. Child or no, Hana was clearly mature enough in some ways that she could begin to wetten inside with determined enough stimulation. It hardly mattered if that stimulation wasn't the least bit pleasant - except, perhaps, the little bolts of other sensation from the novel ways the hare was finding to attack that vulnerable, hidden little bundle of nerves.\n\nBut with that absurd degree of abuse being enough to inspire actual wetness even amidst the increasingly damaged passage was trying to wrap almost glove-like around Red's paw, it perhaps oughtn't be a surprise when that happened again. Hana still didn't scream though!\n\n\"Hic, hic, hic, hiiieeykh-!\" and the shudders were suddenly a little different, wracking her rather than simply coming with every new flash of pain or effort to finger and jam his way in. Her little pelvis even bucked, although twisted up toward Hana's face as it was, the motions were awfully small as another of those... 'not orgasms' crashed through her, spasmic agony inspiring a few little squits of wet from barely-empty bladder. A momentary highlight of Hana's tiny urethra thus, if only for how comically tiny it now was above the stretched out and bleeding hole the hare had made of her cunt.\n\nIt hardly mattered if Hana had been suffering for twenty minutes or hours, at this point. With the mind-dominating way a proper sexual climax would have twisted her awareness down to nothing but the frantic spasming of her immature pussy, for just a moment there was nothing but the catastrophically distended hole, and Red's paw, and the waves of hurt were crashing out as everything cramped in a parody of sexual completion.\n\nOnly when that was finally over could Hana really breathe again, though at least they were coming properly. For a long moment she was almost quiet, before the wail built in her throat and turned shaky as real sobs began to get the better of her. She might very well have broken her promise to 'be good'(by her own bent understanding of what Red expected) if it weren't for his decision to stop holding back.\n\nIn went all of Red's fingers, the palm behind right after, stretch-ripping Hana's birth canal to accommodate the majority of the whole before...\n\nYet another new pain for Hana to discover, and one so few girls ever got to experience! The little hybrid child was finding out what it felt like to have the paper-taut walls of her vagina squashed against the unyielding ring of bone between her thighs. Between that, and the extra pressure on her chest, the beginning of a bawling little girl was lost in another ever-so-slightly ugly, \"Hkh-!\" noise - and that was before he really pushed.\n\nThere was that jerk, the sensation of something giving for a moment - though not so catastrophically as it couldn't snap bloodily back to clench around the hare's wrist in concert with the rest of her circulation-strangling little cunt. But indeed something else had given, also - Hana had felt it like a click at first, but the explosion of pain that came a second later was the final straw that overcame all her effort to be quiet, all the pressure and hiccoughing cramps had prevented her from wailing.\n\n\"Nkhaa-AHAAIEEYAAAH–!\"\n\nBetween the hurt, and even the knowledge that something had broken deep inside between her legs, the scrapingly-deep scream wrenched its way out of her to fill the classroom, hammer against Red's ears, and briefly drown out the sound of the rain outside beating against the windows. Even when the sound finally broke, there were squeaks of scratchy breaths coming out of Hana's stuck-open mouth and jerks of her chest, diaphragm still trying to eject air to keep the awful sound going.\n\nIt took all the time Red had to contemplate the bind he'd gotten himself into, and a little more, before Hana came down far enough from the blinding, blanking hurt to stop the remains of the scream and the little heaves and coughs were all that she could still emit.\n\n\"Hhh, hhh-\" from the little not-quite-raccoon, chest rising and falling deeply, at first for air and then increasingly for the creeping realisation that she was still here, the world had not shattered, she was still trapped nude and broken in an abandoned school with a murderer, and his paw was stuck in her cunny.\n\nAnd then Red tugged. And the pain was somehow less potent than the sheer realisation, and the sickening wrong feeling that came with her insides trying to move along with the monster's paw.\n\n\"N...\" Hic. \"N-nuh ple- p-plea - duh, dun' -\"\n\nIdiot state was back again, but it was obvious she realised what might be about to happen even as Red tried to...\n\nIt didn't come out. It wouldn't come out. There was almost a kind of relief mixed in with the choking horror as the picture in Hana's mind of her insides all spilling out along with the hare's exiting hand didn't come to pass.\n\nExcept... then everything was moving. Everything was moving and she was twisting around after him as he got up and tried to leave! The beginnings of a new scream, but the way he all but lifted her up and dragged her by the paw in her cunny twisted something and earned a new, deeply-hurt sounding, \"Hukh-!\" and a cough splutter of something finally rebelling inside to spill from her mouth. Nothing significant, just spittle almost, but nonetheless it ought be no surprise that her insides didn't want to behave themselves as she was hauled sobbing and wet-hiccoughing after the departing hare. Only question now was if exhaustion mixing with the pain would take her away for a little while from the trip to... wherever Red was going with her.\n\n—\n\nUnconcerned about the trail he left behind in his wake, Red lumbered down the corridor, exhausted and a bit light-headed as he dragged a pair of dangling legs and tail by the accompanying owner's very genitalia as she struggled just to remain conscious. The mark that followed them was subtle but told a gruesome tale. Blood mixed with semen, vaginal fluids and even a little bile.\n\nBy the time the hare reached the locked door leading outside, he was panting audibly, oblivious to Hana's continued suffering in part because her screams had just about made him deaf for the moment. In fact, he only realized his hearing was off after recovering the key to make his egress, and finding that for a few moments, he couldn't hear the rain falling outside, even though he could see it clearly as he marched out into the brief rain-storm.\n\nShaking his head and sticking a free finger in his ear, he managed to recover enough hearing to detect it hitting the ground as well as his body and made his way across the property, still barely able to see. Turned out that the rain really was going to wash away any trace; of the horrors inflicted upon Hana's battered little body. Red also got a free shower out of it, as unlike the unfortunate girl, he wasn't as interested in personal cleanliness.\n\nWhen he finally reached the door to the disciplinary office–the place he was supposed to play in the first place–Red and Hana were both dripping wet as he unlocked the door and dragged her trembling form inside. The door slammed shut and all of a sudden the sound of heavy, pounding rain practically disappeared, leaving just the eerie silence of the new space filled with the wet slapping of Red's feet and the sound of the demi-raccoon being dragged to the opposite wall.\n\nThough the room was still completely dark, Red had spent enough time here to locate what he was looking for out of the myriad of torture implements, even blind. When he reached it, the buck grabbed for one of the shackles hanging from a chain before realizing he had to ditch his weapon first. A frustrated grumble escaped him then as he promptly swung the hook at the wall, embedding it in the drywall. There. Problem solved.\n\nGrabbing the nearest shackle, Red yanked down the slack and twisted around to crouch over Hana's rag-doll body. As soon as he found her corresponding wrist, he slipped the leather shackle strap on and tightened it, doing the same for her other arm before locating the crank to draw in the slack. It took a few long moments, with the hare readjusting as the chains began to pull on the quasi-coon's arms first, then proceeded to drag her uncomfortably up the wall.\n\nEventually the crank locked and Red grabbed for a second pair of shackles higher up. Hana's confused and delirious state made it easy to acquire the remaining two limbs, despite having to work around the fist rammed up her cooch. And once he had them shackled, it was a simple matter of cranking away until both legs pointed to the heavens, same as her arms. Only then did Red finally speak again.\n\n\"Theeere we go... that ought to hold you,\" he cooed twistedly, patting Hana's cheek to see if she was still awake, \"Don't you fret now; you did great taking my fist, but there were complications. So I had to move you somewhere where I could... take care of it. All you need to do is stay awake, yeah? Easy peasy. Do that and... I'll have... this... out of you in no time...\"\n\nEven as he spoke Red's voice became strained as he began pulling down on his arm. It had already been long enough that his fist was starting to go numb, so the hare's urgency was as much for his own sake as it was for Hana's.\n\n—\n\nIn a way, the little interlude - the trip through the rain, the finally being ignored long enough for the all-consuming hurt to get the better of her - was just what Hana needed. To remain fun, anyway. After a fashion it would even improve her value as an object of pleasure! If only by virtue of the pouring rain not-quite-power-washing away so much of the mess that Red had made of her brutalised little body.\n\nIt wasn't perfect, of course. While many of her wounds had ceased their bleeding, some hadn't quite, and a few of the stains were too long-since inflicted to fully disappear. But combined with Hana's fastidiousness about keeping herself presentable as an advantageous start, what remained might even be argued to have contributed a little to her looks! Within the context of her being a doomed victim of rape and exploitation for the profit of some anonymous cabal of producers, anyway.\n\nBut even beyond cleaning her, the rain, and the in-and-out of consciousness (and then only shallowly) acted as just a little bit of a reset. Again, it was far from perfect! But Red had still unwittingly engineered a means of ensuring that Hana was not just a keening, catatonic mess when he eventually had her where he wanted her.\n\nFor Hana, the next... however long, everything was more snatched memories than full awareness.\n\nHer tummy hurt. So much.\n\nThe rain was nice. That made a little part of her that hadn't realised, but still somehow knew, that she wouldn't get to feel rain again, quite happy. The same part tried to see anything of the sky, clouds or not, despite the dark.\n\nA glimpse of the silhouette of the Disciplinary Committee office building. In the addled moment the full implications didn't sink in - Hana had seen the lurking structure times enough during her stay, a couple of times even at night. It was always ominous, but still just a part of the backdrop.\n\nThe on-and-off hurt of her back against the concrete along the way.\n\nRed's bare, unfamiliar back, with the strip of red across the back of his neck.\n\nWas there anyone there to record them, now that Red was behaving himself and taking Hana where she was supposed to have gone all along? Of course the school had had its array of cameras the whole time, so nothing was lost, but on other occasions cubs had been given dedicated camera workers for their special exit sessions!\n\nBut, their 'processing' had not taken place in the dead of night, at the hands of a murderous hare that nobody in their right mind would have wanted to be anywhere near. Especially when he was all riled up and in possession of one of the most rapeable cubs Nightmare Elementary had to offer.\n\nPresumably it was up to Red to balance just how intimate he wanted his fun to be, versus just how professional a complimentary recording he got to take home after the party was over.\n\nEither way however, Hana was still barely present while her co-star worked. Those same more-remembered than present moments of watching Red's silhouette moving about the near-pitch-black room... with her hurting tummy somehow attached to him. Her not-quite-there mind shed from considering that weird little point too long, for some reason.\n\nThe feel of something not completely uncomfortable being wrapped around first one wrist, then the other. And then the less comfortable sensation of whatever had her thus lifting her into the air, her sore back rubbing against the wall and getting the first proper, discomforted whine out of the girl since Red had removed her from the school proper.\n\nSomethings-similar being attached to her ankles... and then they were hiked into the air. That got a whine as well, and a little whimper to boot. That made her tummy hurt, it really didn't like the way that made the base of her spine point forwards, and thus her front bend inward even that little. She could feel her tail whisking the hard floor of whatever room Red had brought her to, even if she couldn't see further than say... the length of the hare's stuck arm, and even then only in silhouette still.\n\nShe was close to wakefulness by now, thus - and the pat was just enough to almost bring her the rest of the way. Memories... started to come back. They hadn't been gone, but her little 'rest' had rendered them distant, and the important things started coming back before everything else.\n\n\"Fist-?\" repeated, with that last little bleariness, and then another deeply uncomfortable whine as she felt Red testing the vice grip that her reproductive tract still had on his wrist and everything beyond. \"That.. I was good?\" That was important somehow, she was fairly sure.\n\nOh that was right, so long as she was a good girl, so long as she... licked his penis, and then let him stick his hand in her -\n\nThe hitch of sharply drawn-in breath probably heralded Hana's return to the majority of her awareness.\n\n—\n\nUndeniably, the manner in which Hana was grudgingly roused from her trauma and shock-induced daze, was cute and sexy enough to hit a lot of buttons for the hare, many of which didn't even personally belong to Red himself. However, her response to testing the force he needed to pull free was a good sign she wasn't ready to resign herself to unconsciousness just yet.\n\n\"That's right, Hana, you did good,\" Red answered the delirious cub, slightly distracted as he attempted to figure out the next step to take, \"Now you just relax and I'll pull it out, okay? Deep breath..!\"\n\nUnfortunately, the test proved he wasn't going to be able to pull himself free with just one arm. That horribly strained sleeve of flesh was hugging so tight there was no way it wasn't coming with his fist, but it was going to take all his strength to get himself free.\n\nTaking his own advice the buck breathed in, psyched himself up and positioned himself to where he could pull with one arm and push with the other simultaneously, and then... hoo-hoo-HOO! Red jerked as hard as he could, slammed a palm into his elbow for even greater leverage...! And managed all of three inches retreat, with Hana's flesh still snug around his wrist. The pain was surely excruciating for the not-quite-raccoon as the victim in the situation, but even Red let out a rather unhappy noise as he struggled to apply even greater force in the face of failure.\n\nBeads of sweat had already begun to drip into his eyes from the sheer effort, but just when he could feel his arms beginning to quiver on the verge of reducing to jello, there was finally more movement. A few millimeters at first, then another inch; two. Then a sudden 2 more inches that startled Red. For a second he thought he might've ripped the whole vaginal canal clean out of Hana, but a brief tug found him still attached.\n\nUnfortunately, his entire fist was still encased in a sleeve of flesh, a realization which panicked the hare enough to grab and peel the paper-thin wrapping from his fist, bit by agonizing bit. It took a bit of fighting, simply because his paw kept slipping on the fluid-slick flesh, but eventually it finally snapped back around the widest part of his palm like a rubber band, retracting back into a angry and ugly little slug of flesh that just hung from the folds of her once untarnished, virgin loins.\n\nMeanwhile, Red stumbled back several steps as he finally freed himself, shaking his affected paw vigorously as the blood and feeling came rushing back with a vengeance. Needless to say he needed a few moments to recover, and surely so did Hana. Leaving her to hang for a few minutes, the hare took off into the dark, tracking down the nearest bathroom to flick on the light and do a personal health check.\n\nIt didn't take him long to assess that there was no nerve damage, aside from the fact it just hurt like hell at the moment, tingling all over and throbbing as the color gradually returned. On his way back, Red turned lights on as he went, finally providing light to the main room as he returned. In doing so, all of the various torture devices and tools came into focus. Then the hare entered her frame of vision.\n\nOne look at her sorry state in better light, and Red couldn't help but cackle and taunt, \"Damn kid, when did you grow a DICK?! Hahh-hahaha, just kidding. But seriously, I bet that hurts like Hell, huh?\" In case Hana wasn't sure just what he was getting at, the buck stepped close and gave the girl's protruding, inverted birth canal a hearty slap to make it flop about briefly.\n\n—\n\nMostly back to awareness now, Hana's little intake of breath only failed to herald a new round of shrieking thanks to Red's praise. Telling her she did good - that meant he wouldn't kill her, didn't it? She was sure she hadn't dreamed that part and...\n\nAnd he was going to pull 'it' out.\n\nShe already remembered everything that happened in excruciating detail; it was her last, clear memory before the absence after all. The view of Red's paw, balled into a fist and embedded in her poor, wrenched-wide vagina while she found it harder and harder to get her breath. Or rather, the view of the impossible-looking bulge in her lower tummy - and the little bulge above that that was the fleshy little balloon full of heavy-feeling lapine cum.\n\nHana could feel both of those things still, too. The dark was stopping her seeing them, and suffering the panic would inevitably have come back upon her, but still - \n\nWell, still, Red was being 'nice'. Kind of. Enough so that her silly little not-completely-anchored cub brain latched onto his words and did as she was told. There was the sound of Hana gasping in a breath -\n\nAnd then Red yanked. Slammed his arm downwards with the help of the other, and whether she had wanted to or not Hana screeched. One of those awful, slightly feline noises that could only come out of a cub was suddenly slammed by an agony that she was certain belonged to her insides tearing down and away from inside her.\n\n\"STOP STOP STOP STO-!\" the panic was back. She couldn't see what Red was doing, but her fluffy little head was full of pictures of him clawing his hand out (forget the fact he had blunted himself) and everything tumbling out of the huge hole that he left behind.\n\nShe probably would have kept shouting that one word at him a while longer if Red hadn't yanked again and, \"STO-AAAAHKH-!\"\n\nFunny how you could wind a cub whilst pulling away from her, wasn't it?\n\nWhen he got those few extra inches, Hana was only just managing to gulp air again, enough that the keening sound was back and it was all she could do to clench her teeth as she felt...\n\nShe didn't know what she felt. She was horribly familiar with the sensation of a furry fist sliding through her vagina and that was not that feeling. It was... whatever it was it made Hana feel sick. Not going-to-be-sick sick, but a nausea like a hurt unto itself, somehow both near the hole between her legs and deep at the same time. The same sort of 'something wrong' she had felt with that SNAP when Red had rammed his paw up there in the first place.\n\nAgain, the dark meant she had no idea what was happening, just the pain roaring through her and shifting once more as the hare began to drag the inside of her most intimate place back up his arm like an ill-fitting rubber glove.\n\nBy the time it was over Hana was almost unto broken again. Not quite, but those sobs sounded absolutely wrenching as they shook her against the wall fit to make the chains from which he had her dangling jangle almost as loud as while he'd been un-fisting her.\n\nBut... that didn't last. He'd left her. She was in the quiet on her own in the dark and the pain was beginning to retreat into another of those deep, nauseous aches. Which was... itself odd, in that the vast proportion of the agony didn't seem to be inside her where it ought be. Even the sense of weight and pressure that was the constant reminder of that portion of Red's seed sealed up inside of her felt... lower than it should have been.\n\nSo when Red came back, Hana's own, blind health check had left her.. Sniffling? Tiny sobs and whimpers. She almost sounded frightened. ... And then the lights came back on.\n\nThat got a cry of startled hurt for smarting eyes that was so much more normal it was almost comical in its own way, too. Too bad Red was far too busy laughing at the sock of flesh he'd left dangling, angry-pink-red-and-worse, from those obscenely cracked open little, once-again-white, cutely puffy little pussy-lips. They had been such a tease for him the last time her butt had been pointed at the hare, at a similar angle to the one it was suspended in now.\n\nThe stunned look that Hana gave him... and then he slapped it, and while Hana's horrifically prolapsed vagina did indeed bounce amusingly, doing so made her jerk, inspiring a new, \"Hkh-!\" sound and for just a split second she looked like this time she really might have been going to be ill.\n\nBut.. that passed too, blessedly. And Hana was panting. Intermittently gulping her breaths again. \"P...\" breath. \"Please. I-I think ... I-I think it's really bad I want to see Nurse Angel, I-\"\n\nHe had, after all, assured her that not only had she 'did good', but that there was nothing left to do but use the special tools available here to free himself from the almost hand-stealing pressure of her (potentially ruined) little cunt.\n\n—\n\nThe obvious panic in Hana's quaking voice as she desperately pleaded for medical intervention was as delightfully adorable as it was pathetically optimistic. Surely if the right experts got a hold of her now, they could've potentially saved her life, albeit with life-long injuries she'd carry as a memory of their time together, but in no way could a school nurse, or even a medical practitioner brought in by the producers, have been able to save her from the blood loss, let alone the inevitable infections.\n\nHowever, Hana didn't need to know any of that. All she needed to know was that he wasn't finished yet. Since she seemed to think the worst was past in light of Red having freed his paw, he had to correct her. But first...\n\n\"What, for this little thing, you mean?\" he snorted derisively, taking hold of the girl's prolapsed, pseudo-penis and callously rubbing it around in his fingers as he examined it, \"Don't be ridiculous, we can just shove that little sucker back in, see?\"\n\nAs if to prove his point, the hare pressed his finger in the sphincter-like hole at the tip and attempted to just 'push' it right back in. Only it buckled immediately and folded on itself as his finger slipped off the slimy flesh and Hana's resulting cries tested his hearing once more. Clearly fixing a prolapse was a little more involved, but Red just shrugged when his idea failed as expected.\n\n\"Oops, I guess not,\" he chirped, almost sounding sincerely apologetic, but clearly not as he gave the grotesquely inverted birth canal another slap to make it flop around. \"Damn, just watching that thing waggle is making me horny again...\"\n\nThe statement was half-true, and more of Red voicing a thought that wasn't his own, but nonetheless, it was obvious his arousal had yet to fade. Which actually was 'good' news in a sense for Hana. Because the second he lost that sexual drive, it was killing time. For now though, he needed to fuck another hole. Unfortunately the poor demi-coon's front door was a little worse for wear at the moment, and her mouth was too high. Good thing females had so many holes...\n\n\"Sorry, kid, I gotta deal with this before we finish, you don't mind, right? You're a good little girl, after all...\" he cooed manipulatively, cupping her chin briefly to make her meet his gaze. With his other paw, Red was already groping Hana's exposed and vulnerable backside, feeling around for her fear-tightened anus, \"I'll just slip in here real quick.\"\n\nAnd 'slip in' he did, though it was less of a slide and more or a press as the friction and tension slowed his entry.\n\n—\n\nAlbeit there was still plenty of time before any of those concerns could really make their presence known. The injuries Red had inflicted were deep, and pernicious, and the deeply wrong-feeling hurts had begun to insinuate themselves amidst all the more immediate agonies were almost certainly heralds of the true damage that they represented... but all the same, it was unlikely they would rear soon enough to spoil anyone's fun.\n\nAnd meanwhile the hare simply dismissed her attempt to warn him of those very hurts were the most life-threatening things of the present moment. Red himself aside. He even went for her... Hana didn't even have a word for what was hanging out from between her legs! Those were her privates and, and -\n\nRed taking ahold of it instantly killed all of those thoughts. His rubbing fingers pressing the slimy, furiously-red sock didn't just hurt her as it had all the other times the hare had abused her passage while it had been up where it was supposed to be, it felt like a bolt driven straight up into that deep-set wrongness was squatting in Hana's tummy like something waiting to claw its way out.\n\nSadly once again, this was not something Hana could have articulated, even if she wasn't occupied in the moment with another of those slightly bug-eyed, \"Hkh-!\" sounds as a result, and looking once again grey(er)-faced and in danger of losing something from the organs she still had on the inside.\n\nOnce again, she somehow avoided it, but by the time Red was done with his clumsy, casual attempt to repair his rape toy, the little hybrid child was shuddering in her restraints as if she was more ill than directly injured.\n\nBreath, breath, hitch, breath... and all while Hana dangled, pale grey fur a likely contrast against the wall behind her, dark hair absolutely so as it fanned out and draped around her upraised arms. Could Red appreciate the picture she made? The hiked-high legs added a terrifically lewd flavour, but all the same with her hair draped all about, her eyes slightly closed and head turned to one side, Hana was the absolute picture of the captured heroine from one of those more dramatic, children's adventure shows.\n\n\"Wh-?\" she glanced back to him, confused, but he had clearly found the key to keeping the little not-raccoon in-hand, and cupping Hana's chin like that stalled any complaints before she got any further than the initial, \"But, but you said...\"\n\nSo instead of argument, Red just got a whimpering sniffle, new tears on Hana's cheeks as she shakily nodded her head in agreement. Apparently she still clung strongly enough to hope that she believed him when he again wielded the term 'good girl' at her.\n\n... Even if the first grip and grope of her cute little bottom did earn a new, pitchy little gasp. One that drew out as Hana felt the hare line up that awful spire of a cock and begin to press.\n\nOnce more, she had grit her teeth and screwed shut her eyes, shaking ever so slightly in her bonds as she tried her absolute best to be good and earn her reprieve.\n\n—\n\nUndeniably, the portrait of despair that Hana presented to Red was as erotic as it was perhaps artistic, and it only served to fuel the last dregs of arousal his body had to offer. If the girl only knew just how close to her demise she was, she might've been grateful that the hare's final climax would take a while.\n\nUnfortunately, it wouldn't be a peaceful forty-ish minutes that were to follow.\n\nConsidering that Red was going dry into a hole arguably tighter than Hana's now destroyed pussy had been, he had to fight for every millimeter, grabbing the trembling, whimpering demi-raccoon by her chest to both pull down as he thrusted upward into that resistant pucker. Occasionally his fingers scraped over the girl's injured breasts, but his paws shifted position periodically, gripping tight and digging claws in that produced fresh scratches, just for that extra bit of leverage as he pushed and shoved and jerked his length inside the writhing cub up to the halfway point before having to pause for a breath.\n\n\"Damn, kid...\" he panted, \"I thought your pussy was tight, but this hole's a fighter. I'll break it soon though, don't you worry...\"\n\nLeaning forward, Red showed an uncharacteristic affection then, likely spawned by one of his many other personalities, determined to do something to Hana other than completely brutalizing her body. Licking and nuzzling the top of her head, the buck delegated a paw to lifting her chin once more and drawing her into a kiss that, for the first time, wasn't oppressively violating her. It could've almost been considered 'compassionate', if not for the fact Red was still pulling her body down onto his jerking shaft with enough pressure that his claws were making more bloody tracks in the cub's fur.\n\n—\n\nSo long as any of the cameras trained on the two of them caught a good angle - and given the prodigious coverage in the processing room, some of them must have done - Hana's 'imprisoned princess' moment would almost certainly have rated a spot on some part of the cover. Assuming the production ever saw a boxed version of some kind. At this point it would be unfair if it didn't! Hana had put so much effort into ensuring she gave everyone an enjoyable performance, after all.\n\nSure her tail was too big to be completely in-shot as it dangled below her presented crotch... \n\nBut gosh she was brave for him! Despite the obvious agony as Red's cock made the (probably uncomfortable for him as well!) trip up into the child's bowel, Hana managed to keep her teeth clenched against any further screaming the entire while! No small part of that was down to just how completely a virgin anal rape was eclipsed by the catastrophic abuses the hare had already inflicted on her, but Hana's appeal went nowhere as she bowed her head forward, to rest her head against his chest if her bonds allowed.\n\nWhines and squeals that she kept bitten down the whole while, certainly, not to mention the way her forehead pressed firmly against his front while damp spread from the point of contact and sobs shook her in his grip... but no screaming. Nor fighting, beyond the jerks of her little body or kicks of her lifted legs when some especially nasty spike of hurt shot through her. Half the time the pain came more from some damaged part of her that Red was disturbing by working her down himself, rather than the forced-gradual stretching out of Hana's sphincter!\n\nNudging up her chin like that, after the nuzzling against her crown and beside just how hard Hana was still trying to behave for her rapist, the pretty look in her darkly tear-filled eyes when they blinked open was almost as much confusion as it was agony. And if he was so gentle about the kiss as to not surprise her with it, they wouldn't even widen in shock! Although she didn't accept the kiss of course. For one, Hana hadn't the knowledge or experience to kiss back properly - and for another, she was too busy sobbing into Red's mouth as she felt his claws raking cuts in that until-now pristinely cute little bottom.\n\nThat even helped him! A tiny bit. After all, digging his claws along still dragged the little hybrid's grey-furred hind cheeks apart for him; made his insertion into the furiously red, faintly split and bloodied ring ever so slightly easier.\n\n—\n\nThe oral embrace continued for a while longer, simply because Red was enraptured by the endless sobbing transmitted through their muzzles. Luckily for Hana, she also earned a reprieve from further penetration; at least until their lips parted once more, the hare letting the shared saliva string between them before pulling away.\n\nStill holding her head in his paw, the buck examined her closely to make sure she wasn't beginning to fade too quickly. He still had more he wanted to try first, even though he was technically on the clock, but the greatest travesty in all this, was the lack of his own recording equipment. Red had a particular fondness for keeping meticulous records of all his misdeeds. A sort of trophy collection; the contents of which would make even the most hardened detective lose his lunch.\n\nConsidering it was Max who drew him into this particular adventure, Red hadn't gotten to prepare much. And being the type of penniless wastrel he was, money for even a cheap-ass disposable wouldn't have been available. As the hare raised his head to the ceiling in quiet disappointment, his wandering gaze spotted the lens peeking out of the ceiling above. Oh yeah... Somehow he'd completely forgotten about all the cameras hidden around the room. Dropping his gaze to the floor, he found another staring up. And to his left, just below where he'd planted his hook in the way, yet another, staring (perhaps a bit angrily) at him.\n\n\"Oh, whoops,\" he mumbled cheekily, looking away briefly to the rest of the room behind him. Then he smirked.\n\nRed still wanted a shot of the girl's agony from his perspective before proceeding, so he deftly grabbed his weapon and pried it forcefully out of the wall, which inadvertently dislodged the camera and set it dangling with the piece of drywall it was embedded in. Hanging the hook on the resulting hole, he grabbed the camera and crushed away the chunks of wall, then the hare jerked on it to yank out more wire slack and held it up to his face.\n\n\"Make sure to get her good side,\" he said to the tiny black box, then turned it around and pointed it at Hana, \"Heads up kiddo, you're on prime-time. Smile for the camera, let them aaaall know how good a girl you've been, why don't you?\"\n\nOf course to the horror or any cubs who might end up seeing that footage, all they'd be witnessing was the utter dismantling of Hana's innocence. The blood, the scratches, the sobbing and tears, even her destroyed and inverted flesh sock of a pussy was put on display for the camera, before the cold, unfeeling lens finally focused specifically on the demi-raccoon's face.\n\n\"Do you have anything to say to the audience...?\"\n\n—\n\nWhen the kiss broke, despite the gentleness compared to earlier assaults on her mouth, Hana was still panting a little. Yet again that pretty rise and fall of her barely budding little chest, with its clumsily-pierced-injured nipple and the marks where Red had sunk his claws in on the opposite side.\n\nBut she wasn't fading. Indeed, Hana seemed to be holding on awfully well! For a preteen girl on the far side of a multiple hours long hunt, rape, and torture. She was still more or less all there, and while her innocence was basically irretrievable by this point, she still had the same grasp of her situation as any other basically ignorant child might have had! The injuries suffered would have catastrophic consequences, but they evidently weren't going to be showing themselves for a good long while yet. Comparatively speaking.\n\nBut the events of the next few moments did seem to confuse her a little. Why had he stopped trying to put his penis in her? The grab for his hook certainly earned a small breath, as if for a moment all her effort to be 'good' had run up against the fear Red intended to use that awful thing on her after all -\n\nExcept, then he'd got a camera. He'd got a camera out of the wall and Hana was staring at it in utter confusion as the monstrous hare took that brief moment to address the lens - and then pointed it at her. Perfect little picture of her thoroughly tear-wracked little face, the pretty (if slightly bloodshot) eyes gazing from the dark-grey mask of her fur. The underlying hurt that kept the edges of her features taut no matter what expression she was making.\n\nSo ordered - well, it took her a moment to catch her breath the little more she needed, and the effort was incredibly shaky, but... she actually did it! The pretty, wrecked-out-of-shot little not-raccoon did her level best to muster up a nice smile (it was very unsteady) for the people enjoying (or in her friends' case, suffering through) the climax of her dismissal from the show.\n\nDown her body went the lens though, revealing all those hurts Red had inflicted so far, the horrifically visible damage to Hana's most intimate places, and the way her cutely just-curvy body shook every now and then with a sob, or some previously-inflicted injury giving a jarring reminder that it had not miraculously healed in the meantime. And then Red focused it back on her face, and asked his question.\n\n\"I...\"\n\nHana's voice hitched, and then when she tried again, it shook. \"I-I -\"\n\nWas she trying to find something to say that would please him, maybe better reinforce how deserving she was of the chance Amber and her co-star had advertised? In a way it didn't matter. Somehow in the face of the camera, the knowledge that other people were in some way looking back, a portion of Hana's resolve cracked and her smiling face crumpled as she wetly heaved a breath and, \"I want to go back! Please, please please please I want to go back! I want to see Nurse Angel! A-and Poly! And Avery and Amber and Colleen and Eiko and, and -!\"\n\nHic, hic, sob. \"Ple-heease-!\"\n\nFor all the effort she'd gone to - and given the begging, she clearly hadn't given up - just in that moment Hana's crumpled, wailing, tear-pouring face was the absolute picture of what a cub begging into the camera for help from her audience ought to be.\n\n—\n\nAs gut-wrenching and heartbreaking as Hana's desperate, sobbing plea would've been to any normal, sane being with a heart, it only received a cackling chortle from Red as the camera shook with his merriment. Then it promptly turned back to face the hare as he glared menacingly at the lens; \"Oh don't worry, Hana. You'll get to see them again soon.\"\n\nThe devilish grin that spread across his face then said otherwise, or worse, implied the others would soon be joining Hana instead. He didn't actually utter the words aloud, lest he break the girl's delusion too early. Rather, he just dropped the camera as if it suddenly served no purpose. Still staring at his hand though, Red let out a small sigh.\n\n\"You know, I really didn't want to have to play here tonight. There's just so many tempting toys, it–it's just distracting, you know?\" he began to rant, probably nothing but gibberish to Hana, \"I thought–'if I do it here, I'll want to use every damn toy here'–and that's just unrealistic. 'You have to prioritize', I said. So I argued to get that one building for us instead, but then I got my damn hand stuck in your cunt and–well... now here we are.\"\n\nWhen he finally faced Hana to see the confusion and fear on her face, he rolled his eyes as if to say 'why did I bother just telling you all that?'.\n\n\"Sorry kiddo, this position is just too awkward for me,\" he said with a huff as he reached for the shackles overhead and unhooked them from their chain one at a time; though they still remained linked together. \n\nReleasing her arms first was easiest, as he helped pin Hana against the wall to keep her from sliding down until each leg was free, which he caught in the nook of each elbow respectively. Then he removed his hook from the wall and proceeded to carry the quasi-raccoon still half-stuffed with his cock over to a nearby device.\n\nOf the array of 'toys' to play with, some seemed benign in their purpose, like a triangular mount that looked like just some weird art installation, when in fact it could split a victim apart at the pelvis. But others left little to the imagination, like the iron maiden in the corner. Frankly, a close and educated appraisal would've easily spotted numerous medieval torture devices among the more common implements of torture, which often involved chains and shackles, and a disturbing amount of latex–even for Red's taste. Though certainly more frightening than the larger installations, were to small, hand-held implements of torture. From saws and scalpels to clamps, needles and even drills.\n\nHis chosen equipment looked vaguely like a stockade, in that it secured the head and wrists side-by-side, but it also had a convenient bench to lay the body on, which was what Red was after. Resting Hana's body on the hard cushion and hanging his weapon from the frame, he forced her to lay back and raise both arms, despite the respective injuries to each shoulder, and quickly dropped the bar that locked all three extremities in place.\n\nThough normally something like this was meant to be used face-down, Red didn't want to attempt spinning such a tight sleeve around on penis. Besides, this way Hana had an unobstructed view of the hare's demonic, glowing gaze as he loomed over her form, one leg forced close to her chest as Red began proper, full thrusts into his little victim's rectum, still trying to push past the half-way point.\n\n—\n\nHana's little outburst had left her sobbing, hiccoughing breaths and shaking fit to rattle the chains kept her strung up against the hard wall at her back. So it took just a moment for her to calm, if only a little, but just enough for her to remember what was at stake, and how important it was that she listen to everything that the monster she'd been given to had to say.\n\nIt was a good thing Red waited to dump the camera, because no matter how ominous his words would have been for every adult and cub watching, Hana still looked back to the camera - or rather, the hare behind it - and reacted with shaky, \"Re.. Really-?\" that was just starting to flicker with hope.\n\nExcept... well, except then Red's face cracked into one of the most awful grins he'd exhibited so far. The sight made the dangling child's breath hitch, but she was still far too snagged on the hope from that 'promise' to really grasp what it meant - especially when he launched into his rant about where he'd wanted the two of them to 'play'. So Hana could only listen dumbfounded as he went on about toys, and which he had wanted to use, and how he'd gotten his hand stuck between her legs.\n\nIt ought be obvious Hana hadn't understood. She might even have looked like she was going to try to ask, when Red went and started to release the cuffs around her wrists from the chains had kept her dangling this whole while.\n\nShe had almost, almost begun to forget that he had that tapering member shoved halfway in underneath her tail, as the moment had drawn out to include not only vanity shots of the heroine, but Hana's pleading, and even a little exposition by the villain! It really was a shame that Hana's talent for looking like the imperiled princess in an adventure story didn't extend to conjuring up a hero, for whom that little monologue might have bought time to effect a rescue.\n\nStill, down Hana came, hurt little catches of breath and whines as she was moved around atop that lapine cock. She might even cling to him, making it a little easier to deal with her legs and carry her in turn!\n\nBut, that was also when Hana finally got her first, good view of the room that Red had brought her to with intent it be the set for the final act of their little horror movie.\n\nSome of them even she recognised! The sheer array was enough to catch on even a fairly sheltered little girl like Hana's understanding of the worse parts of history, like that metal lady with the spikes inside, or the stocks, or that wooden frame with a noose dangling from its arm whose frankly unnecessary inclusion spoke to a degree of completionism that bordered on the absurd. But of course plenty of the other contraptions had less obvious purpose. The giant, pointy stool for instance, or the much-too-narrow wooden chair with the handle on the back. Or the short bench with all its straps and cushions... and the blood splatter that was never quite going to come out and ought give anyone who recognised it a passing reminder of the dog-boy who'd been a part of their little gang right at the very beginning.\n\nAnd even in fear and ignorance, Hana could tell perfectly well how bad it was that she was seeing things intended for woodworking, fence-making or sewing arrayed amidst the less familiar implements, such as dark sticks, leather coils, and strings of colourful little balls.\n\n\"Wh-\" breathless, and trying to get words out past the sheer effort of processing just what she was seeing. \"Wh-why -\"\n\nStill as much confusion as fear! Only to grunt in hurt as red lay her out on that bench, and repositioned her arms to either side of her head and clunk. The most primitive restraint of the evening so far, and Hana had to really crane her neck to see more over the wooden block than Red's looming, frightening gaze. Fear clearly just beginning to win out the balance.\n\n\"B-\" begun, and she actually seemed to be trying to keep the tremor out of her voice! \"But, you said -\"\n\nAnd then Red thrust, and despite all the little hurts and wrenches she had endured in the last few minutes, somehow it still surprised her when he plunged a little more of his shaft up underneath her tail. Which was probably why Hana shrieked despite all the effort she had been going to, comparatively tiny form underneath the adult hare bucking against the wooden bench as if it could somehow relieve the penetration while he forced a little more up her. A little more - and then Hana's strength gave out, and entirely without intention, the thud of her back against the bench again also came with a squawk of hurt as her own weight thumped her behind properly into Red's hips.\n\n—\n\nEven now, Hana still seemed to be at a loss for why this was happening, going so far as to attempt to claim he owed her something for her cooperation, at least before his cock took her breath away, and replaced words with guttural screams of agony. Nonetheless, he still chose to answer her as he bucked away, driving a little bit more in each time.\n\n\"I said... You'll get to see your little friends again. What, don't you believe me? I haven't killed you yet, have I?\" the buck gaslit the poor girl, continuing to manipulate her, possibly to the very end. \"And you've been so very good; now you only have to lay there, isn't that wonderful? I'm doing all the work here, you just... gotta... let me in...\"\n\nThe harder his thrusts became the more Hana's cracked pelvic bone was sure to absorb the vibrations, which was quite the excruciating experience if her screams were anything to go by. However, Red didn't mind anymore how loud she got, in fact... \"That's it, Hana... scream more for me. Louder. Let it all out, the pain, the terror, the misery; and then.. then you can finally sleep.\"\n\nDoing all he could to increase her discomfort, Red's merciless pounding finally yielded results as he felt his sheath beginning to kiss up against Hana's angry red ring. Despite this positive progress however he kept going at it, harder and faster under he could feel discomfort of his own from the sheath being forced back. Of course, by that point the friction had diminished considerably in large part from all the blood his dry entry had drawn. No doubt the little girl's backside must've been on fire from all the heat generated alone, but it likely paled in comparison to a pelvic bone starting to crack apart from a vicious rutting.\n\nLucky for Hana–or maybe not so lucky, really–Red had to take several pauses in the drawn out effort to achieve that final orgasm he sought. Blood had already coated the buck's loins and was dripping long ugly stains down the raccoon hybrid's striped tail, but he kept going undeterred for long enough that even her rapist was struggling. It wasn't always easy to cum, especially so many times in succession, but the fact he was losing his sex drive wasn't helping.\n\nBeing in a room full of deadly tools and toys really was distracting, and he wanted to use them ALL!\n\nBefore he knew it though, Red suddenly caught a second wind, perhaps from the desire to inflict a different sort of harm on his present victim. Whatever the cause, the hare redoubled his efforts and panted heavily in Hana's screaming face, dripping drool and sweat as he worked himself up to as explosive a climax as he could muster under the circumstances.\n\nIn a way, the effort somehow made that final push over the finish line all the more gratifying, however as he rammed his meat in to the hilt with each climatic jerk of his hips, only a couple meager helpings of watery seed filled the bloodied and torn cavity. Red leaned heavily against the stockade, panting breathlessly as he slowly pulled out his softening member. Dripping wet with almost exclusively blood, it lazily retreated partially into his sheath, a clear sign that his arousal had finally been sated.\n\nThat wasn't a good thing for Hana though. Once he'd caught his breath, the buck pushed himself off the equipment and stood up, stretching his back and letting out a groan.\n\n\"Whew, well fuck Hana, that was fun as Hell, but.. I think it's time for a different game now,\" he declared, leaning back as he eyed the various trays of harmful and down-right deadly tools.\n\n—\n\n\"S-suh-\"\n\nWas she trying to apologise? Hope was an awful thing to hold over a cub in her condition, and with her willingness to cling to it Hana made for a terribly easy target for Red to practice his gaslighting. For now, anyway; there had to be a point where the intentions that even the younger members of the audience must have started to realise would overcome the little hybrid's ability to believe.\n\nEither way, that utterly undeserved apology never made it out. Red was going much to hard on Hana for her to manage words right then, not once his thrusts were managing to slam his hips over and over against her pelvic bone, and the clean little snap in it that had enabled her to accommodate the hare's entire fist. Kind of.\n\nThe thuds and slaps weren't entirely the product of their twisted coupling, either. Not when Red's yanking back through her over-stretched rectum (which seemed to want to follow his penis out a little as well, at points) was also hauling Hana's hips up off the bench only for the thrusts back to slam them back into the wood, and the whole, vicious act was rocking the pillory into which he'd locked her fit to rattle the structure to its hinges.\n\nShe couldn't... really take on board what the monster was saying anymore. Not between the pain and the noise seemed to be all around her, even aside from her own shouts and squawks of hurt. The only thing checking Hana's voice was just how deep the rape was hurting her this time, jarring things that should not have been loose just as much as it was making that horrible sock was her prolapsed birth canal smack intermittently against the hare's crotch.\n\nThe tears were inevitable. Or rather, the worse tears. Red had already made things split agonisingly, but the gut-deep perforations his dry violence had caused were finally producing actual, intermittent splashes of red while Hana started to shriek just a little higher, sharper. First bit of blood Red had really christened the mis-named torture chamber with, that couldn't be cleaned away so easily as the floor when it was already staining the wood underneath his hips.\n\nAnd those flashes of stabbing ache as new damage was done to the bone was supposed to protect all those things Red was gleefully wrecking. It ought not be a wonder that Hana's voice had failed her temporarily. Not that she wasn't still trying, judging by the look on her face and her stuck open mouth just above the wooden block.\n\nNo matter how minimal the hare's orgasm was when it came, it still made Hana's naked little form squirm against the wood, turned her failed screams into a hissing whine as even the thinned out sperm of his self-forced, third orgasm trickled over injuries and into her colon. Out he slid, the damage done enough that, while she still clung to him, the rabbit failed to make Hana's other hole try to invert itself the way her poor little cunny had.\n\nAnd for a moment Hana just lay there, breaths coming hard and loud, shuddering on the bench as Red surveyed all his options. It was entirely possible that lost in the haze of hurt until now, the part of her mind clawing its way back up to awareness was waiting for him to release the stocks and let her go.\n\n—\n\nWhile he waited for his penis to fully retract back into its sheath, Red picked through some of the items available, briefly running his fingers over a familiar device he recognized as the 'pear'. A crude but effective medieval device that would've handled the job of his fist, had he chosen to come here first. Benefits of hindsight. Next he traced the reflective chrome edge of a long medical blade, very clearly intended for cutting through bone.\n\nA few mechanized options existed as well, such as a bone saw, and the drill he'd seen earlier. He picked up the latter and looked it over in thought. It came with an assortment of bits, mostly for.. well.. drilling. Their sizes varied though, from the ultra-thin, to the sort of wood-drilling bit one might find at a construction site.\n\nHe had to hand it to these producers. They saw a workshop and thought 'hey, this would be a great prop for the show!'. With drill in hand, Red briefly gave the trigger a few squeezes testing that it was at full battery power. Then set it aside for the moment while he perused the other cutting implements. Scalpels, scissors, even a sawzall and a hatchet. They really did offer up just about everything a murderer might have in his arsenal.\n\nSo many options, but so little time. The hare glanced toward the narrow, frosted window near the ceiling at the front of the building, showing that the dark of night had begun to lighten. The rain had apparently stopped as well, allowing for the faintest hint of the sun's coming rays to color the sky. Time was short now, so he had to move things along.\n\nHana might well have sensed his urgency as he finally returned to her side after selecting a few items from the trays, quickly unlatching and flipping up the bar, only to grab and lift the cub by her throat. Making sure not to forget his precious meat-hook, Red quite literally carried the dangling girl by her neck over to a specially equipped leather couch, one of the few 'normal' pieces of furniture the room had to offer.\n\nIt was only normal in the sense that it was a couch though. As Hana quickly found out, it had the bonus of anchor points on the floor and behind the cushion, for him to restrain her limbs with. Sitting down ahead of her, Red brought the cub into his lap and fastened her feet to the floor first. Then her arms were raised up and forced behind the two of them, no matter how much her injury complained, to be locked into place.\n\nNow, spread-eagle on top of her naked rapist, equally naked herself, Hana had absolutely zero recourse for self-defense, and almost no way to look away from whatever might happen to her next. With his head wedged next to hers, he had roughly the same view as he held the meat-hook aloft and ran its curve down her trembling belly.\n\n\"Before we begin, you'll be happy to know I came up with a clever way to help fix that poor limp noodle of penis you got there. You're going to love it,\" he falsely assured, which if anything must've told Hana even before the hook slid lower down on her body, that she would not, at all 'love it'.\n\nIn fact, as Red began to nestle the tip of the hook into that tender, veiny and angry looking sleeve of flesh, it quickly became clear that Hana was about to experience a pain unlike any other. Rather than be fast and violent though, the hare took his time, sliding the dangerously sharp hook into the hole and pressing it carefully back into the vagina where it rightfully belonged.\n\n\"Theeere we go, see?\" he commented, patting the girl's thigh with his free paw.\n\nThough it showed early success of going back in, albeit at a painful price, the progress inevitably balked when the tip of the hook found and pressed into the donut of Hana's traumatized cervix.\n\n—\n\nThe bar was lifted, and Hana's bare neck and cuffed wrists once again exposed. There was another picture Hana almost made: wrist and ankle cuffs left over from being strung up gave her the image of the classic little pet girl. All that she was missing was the collar! So that really was a bit of a shame; little hybrids like her often seemed the most suited for such a situation. Maybe the way that those peculiar traits, like Hana's fluffily elfin ears and oversized tail, suggested an owner playing at prescribed breeding.\n\nStill, with the bar out of the way, Hana actually tried to sit up! There was an almost naturalness to the motion too, as if something had finally lined up with what her instincts expected to happen, rather than whatever mad new horror Red chose to -\n\nOop, he had her by the neck.\n\nA new, startled little, \"Hkh-!\" and her hands snapped up to catch ahold of his wrist, legs dangling fetchingly... even if the same couldn't quite be said of the state between them.\n\nHana didn't struggle as such, but her legs did twitch and kick beneath her as if trying to find the floor, while a new whine of hurt crept around Red's paw about her throat for the way every little injured part of her was made to shift and hang with her own meager weight.\n\nAnd there was another of those moments where Hana's belief that Red might still somehow be merciful ever so nearly cracked. The only reason it did not in fact, was that her addled little cub mind was so busy trying to guess which of the horrific devices all around the room he intended to take her to, that when all Red did was seat himself in a couch the incongruity was so great that her suspicions simply derailed.\n\nThere was even a dumb little, \"Wuh-?\" begun as Red started to clip her cuffed limbs to the various anchor points around the seat, although even if Hana had been going to go somewhere with the sound, it was cut off in a grunt of hurt as he forced her to bend forward with his leaning, so that he could get at her ankle cuffs and pin her feet against the floor. Softly whined as he uncompressed the little cub in his lap by sitting up again, moved on to securing Hana's wrists by similar clips to her neatly fur-contrasting cuffs. Back went her hands, and that whine grew decidedly louder as the shoulder Red's hook had driven a hole into was forced to twist to something of an extreme. By the time he had her fixed, Hana was shaking with discomfort again, her shoulder blades were close together and in clear view as she faced away, and the just-about-clotted hole his hook had made had once again begun to ooze blood into the grey fur of her back.\n\nHad Red not already been so spent, she might even have been in the process of inspiring something more. The position hurt, and so Hana was intermittently squirming, and there was a very real possibility that her ravaged behind was occasionally grinding against the place into which her first cock had retreated.\n\nThe meat hook was back. The shaking little girl drew a shallow breath as it traced the cutely soft, ever so subtle outward curve of her tummy, but with the hare snugged so affectionately-seeming against her back there was absolutely nowhere for her to try to retreat to. It didn't matter that the razor-point was currently facing away from her, she still seemed to be trying to check her shaking, as if it might still somehow be made to accidentally slice her open.\n\n\"... Why are you doing this?\" her voice was tiny, high pitched, just a little bit whiny. It might have sounded like she was asking just why the monster was abusing her so thoroughly, but in all likelihood that still just-barely clinging on belief that he would yet let her go was making Hana ask what possible reason there was for delaying further. She'd been good!\n\nPerhaps that was why his 'explaining' actually seemed to settle her. For a moment. But between Red's tone, and the way the hook moved, and the way the tip nosed ever so carefully into the puckered opening was the distended halfway point of her exposed birth canal...\n\nWell, she didn't struggle. But the shaking grew past Hana's ability to keep it in check, and her breathing grew increasingly loud and fast because there was no way, no way that this could be a good thing and it was so sharp and up inside her and it was... working?\n\nMaybe Red was placed wrong to see the confusion in Hana's still stuck-huge eyes, but there was a slight change in her breathing, the slightest shift away from hyperventilation. Even when it nestled against the aching, swollen-even-tighter-shut ring, she was still behaving herself again. A little. The fear was absolutely evident, but success so far had her momentarily stilled her even as she gave another soft, discomforted grunt for the pressure of the metal against not only the tender muscle, but the stuffed-taut little cum-sack he'd made of her womb above.\n\n—\n\nIt was impressive that Hana managed to remain so collected in the face of what was sure to be ultimately fatal, but perhaps in her pain and fear deluded mind, she actually believed she could come back from all this and be okay the next morning. He was tempted then, for a moment, to whisper the shattering truth into her ear. To let her know that what she was seeing, and about to see, was that last thing she'd ever experience. That she'd be joining her friends, not in this life, but the next.\n\nYet he held his tongue still. Not because he didn't want to see that fantasy finally shatter so completely. Rather, he wanted to see if she would still believe she had a chance after what was coming now. Because her sore, bloody, swollen and battered little cervix would not, could not, stop the unrelenting might of Red's stainless steel meat-hook as he pushed onward without a word after making landfall.\n\nThough it didn't give at first, the tip of the weapon's sharpened edge ripped through partially all the same, entering the uterus that has been holding the hare's seed captive for a while now. The pressure continued, unforgiving, until the entire spike of the hook made it into Hana's semen-packed womb, with barely a drop managing to eke out past the torn opening. And then... the worst came.\n\nRed began to rotate the handle, curving the point up towards the cub's belly and stabbing it into the wall of her uterus. Driving the bloated organ upward, the lethal point started a lump in Hana's abdomen, one that refined into a steep peak with sickening, even nauseating efficiency. Skin and flesh stretched, parted and tore internally as the hare was forced to clamp a paw over the demi-raccoon's mouth to contain both her screaming and thrashing.\n\nThat had the added bonus of forcing Hana to witness the final moment, when flesh gave way to steel. The surface of her abdomen just below the belly button, began to redden with blood, then a snap... a stretch, and... POP! The entire tip of the meat-hook burst through the little girl's fuzzy gut, red with blood and dragging her poor, destroyed uterus along with it. Worse than the sight of what was supposed to be inside, now on the outside, Hana's torn womb had finally begun to ooze out all of that semen it'd been storing, which spilled all over her sides, mixing in with the blood.\n\n\"Perfect, would you look at that?\" Red chirped positively, a paw groping around the steel rod buried between Hana's legs, \"It's aaall back inside again.\"\n\nNo mention whatsoever of the spike protruding from Hana's belly, though. Or even the fact her broken uterus was leaking everywhere. Instead, Red pulled his paw away from the girl's mouth, shaking away the residue of vomit from what the shock had encouraged.\n\n—\n\nHana was unmoving. The situation was already so horrendously impossible, that even if she was not terrified of the slightest wrong move and the consequences that would follow, Hana might still have been frozen in his lap as her poor little immature brain tried to wrap itself around the image of half of the meat hook - the blunt half of the meat hook - curving up and out of her restored-to-some-semblance-of-cuteness little pussy.\n\nThe problem was, Red had done it. Somehow he had put her wrecked little cunt back up where it was supposed to go. ... But he wasn't stopping. Hana could already feel it, whining in a very particularly sort of terrified agony as the searing pain of something pressing her furiously battered little cervix worsened.\n\n\"S- .. s-ss-stop. S-stop y-you fixed it, you f-fixed it a-already s-stop sto-\"\n\nIt was entirely likely that Hana did not, in fact, still believe Red had any intention of returning her insides to the way they had been before. But how could she possibly accept that? Of everything, everything that had happened so far, the idea that the hare was deliberately sinking a razor sharp hook into her helpless little baby room was just too horrendous for her underage mind to acknowledge.\n\nNot that that stopped it happening.\n\nThere was just a moment wherein the swollen, brutalised little guardian ring stretched, producing a hurt that made the child cuffed into Red's lap gasp. But then something gave, and they'd both be able to feel it. Hana as yet another of those sickening new wrongs deep inside and Red through the handle of his precious hook, but both would get the full force of the palpable unto almost being audible SPLTCH as the razor-point shredded muscle neatly out of its way and added just a little more volume to Hana's already too-full little womb.\n\nNot that Hana noticed. In truth her uterus was already so stuffed full that even that meager extra mass produced a new burst of ache, but it was eclipsed utterly in the face of a delicately delivered piercing to her cervix that hit Hana like the most viciously delivered punch the bull brothers could have delivered, let alone the comparatively small male she had been handed over to.\n\nNo surprise that the scream was delayed. Hana had begun to risk hyperventilating again long before the fatal penetration, and was almost winded more than anything by the explosion of branding pain that came with the hare's ruining her cervix. But then it didn't stop. Red turned the handle, and feeling the hooktip scoring a line around the inside of her womb, the agony seemed to stretch and bend and almost seemed to take Hana's perceptions along with it.\n\nThat was when the scream came. No build up, just exploding out of Hana's throat in an ear-piercing explosion of sound that might still have managed to hurt Red's ears in the split-second it took him to smother her. And no way restraint could be maintained now; Hana probably wasn't even thinking anymore, even as her bugged eyes locked on the moving bulge in her lower tummy, she began to thrash in Red's lap as if the hook had been hooked up to a power socket. She might well have wrecked his carefully planned little horror piece if it weren't for just how tightly her limbs had been clamped out at angles, reducing truly violent movements to jerks and twitches and cramping, muscle-threatening tension. Was that the sound of the cuffs themselves complaining?\n\nAnd all while her tail lashed between their legs, slashing and thumping at the floor as the spasms threw the oversized, overfluffy limb into chaos as well.\n\nAll while the bump moved. And twisted, lifted, grew more and more distinct and then more and more pointed and Hana screamed and screamed and -\n\nThis time the SPLTCH really was audible, splattering into the room along with the little gout of blood and cum as the tip of Red's hook exploded back into the light of day. That was the moment Hana finally lost it. Not her mind, though! Rather, the meal she had taken before bed in readiness for a planless attempt to flee. She had avoided being sick so, so many times throughout the night. But as Red crudely nailed her uterus back into place - if partly also out into the open - through the previously smooth and perfect skin of her tummy with his favourite toy, Hana's stomach lurched and vomit did indeed splatter up and against his clutching palm. The scream stopped at that point, but only because it had turned to bubbling against the mess that had nowhere to escape to.\n\n\"MMH! MMNH! MMHNNHNHNN-kh-HNNHKK-HRRKH-!\"\n\nBy the time Red pulled away his hand, the worst of that particular convulsion was over, and only a little remained in Hana's mouth to spill from its corner as he uncovered her face and let the huffing sounds had come from behind it turn back into those same, rapid, gasping breaths. But she was clearly not going anywhere for the moment, stuck gawping at the shiny, if slightly blood-stained spike that was poking out just underneath her navel.\n\n—\n\nWhile Hana went into shock over the fresh new wound in her gut, Red's attention had already shifted away from the hook to the girl's ever-thrashing tail. It must've had a mind of its own at this point, as even the raccoon hybrid's stunned state hadn't slowed its frantic flailing.\n\n\"Right... that damn tail,\" Red muttered, meat-hook forgotten as he reached for one of the items he'd grabbed earlier, \"It's cute, but annoying as hell. Lucky I got just the solution.\"\n\nWielding a small device in one paw, the hare snatched up the hysterical tail to slip it around the base and lock it in. Though Hana would've had no clue what it was, Red was closely familiar with its purpose if not its convenient design. Having smoked quite a few cigars in his day, he'd always enjoyed having one of these little guillotines on hand. They were... really great at removing pesky appendages, quick and easy, and repeatedly if necessary. And so small it fit right in your pocket.\n\nHumming to himself as he adjusted the tool, he wrapped his fingers around the base of Hana's tail preemptively, before asking aloud, \"Wanna see something cool...? If you hold a tail like this, when you... SNIP it off...\"\n\nSuddenly the sharp and powerful blade sliced through flesh, tendon and bone, instantly severing Hana's tail from her spine in a single, agonizing pinch. And yet... the hybrid's striped tail continued to frantically flail about for a time, even as it disembodiedly floated away in Red's tight grasp, actually struggling to contain it as he then flipped it around, so her own dismembered tail could wag in her face.\n\n\"It'll just keep on moving for a while, just like this, see...?\" Red explained with a cackle, letting it swat at her horrified expression with its final throes.\n\nAfter a moment or two, the wagging weakened to twitching, and then, it just stopped dead entirely, finally going limp.\n\n\"Oh well,\" he mused, \"I guess it'll make a nice souvenir.\"\n\n—\n\nWorking with Hana's tail was a lot easier when she was contending with the shock of a hook being rammed out of her tummy. Sure the big, infuriating limb continued its own, panicked-seeming thrashing, but if the girl had realised what Red intended to do to that one especially significant piece of her anatomy, it was possible her own abject panic would have let her wrench herself enough to make things awkward.\n\nAs-was, the hare's continued talking to her, the feel of something happening to that (also very sensitive) fluffy limb... and even the utter absurdity of what she could see poking out of her belly, had just started to claw Hana's mind back from the fringes of an absolute snap. She even squirmed uncomfortably, as if parts of her mind had... put up walls, and were still able to register a discomfort from her tail would only have mattered to the Hana from before all of her holes had been violated, and one of them yanked out and then nailed back up inside of her.\n\nMaybe she had just, just recovered enough lucidity to understand what Red was saying, because although she didn't react significantly, her eyes were once more going big in the split second before he snapped down the blade - and Hana's world exploded.\n\nEven had her tail not been possessed of peculiarly great sensitivity to being interfered with, Red had just driven a sheet of metal through Hana's spine. It ought be no wonder that in response, her wrecked little body slammed rigid against the locked cuffs, the leather creaking as she didn't so much shake as straight up vibrate against the monster's front and lap. Even her eyes were rolled back, an uncomfortably large amount of white visible and a little spittle bubbling at the corner of her mouth.\n\nIf Red was desperate to show Hana her tail from an angle she had never seen it before, she would, eventually, come down. But it took an infuriatingly long time, and maybe the worst of the removed limb's last, nervous spasms had even abated before her eyes could begin to refocus.\n\nNot that it mattered. Even as Hana's eyes fluttered back from their former glaze, the horror was there just as he had wanted. Sure he might have to do some of the swatting himself, but maybe it was that same horror that anchored Hana enough that she could actually use words.\n\n\"Tail.. t-tail - p-put it back put it b-back put it back put it back-\"\n\nThere was a real possibility that if Red didn't take just a moment to manage her, Hana might become a lot less fun for a bit. Her eyes were, once again, huge as they swam with the now omnipresent tears, and her tiny mind had stalled on the fact that one of the great truths of her existence - that she had a fluffy, pretty, if rather too big, striped tail - had just been detached in a horrifically literal way.\n\n—\n\nAlthough it had taken Hana so long to recover from the sudden loss that her tail had eventually stopped twitching, the shock and horror when she eventually saw it dangled in front of her was like honey to a starving bear. Red lapped up every second of that sheer disbelief parred with the undeniable reality swatting her in the face. Her precious little tail was gone; severed. And in her hysteria the cub frantically demanded that her rapist reattach it.\n\nChuckling darkly at her stammering, Red teased her a little longer, dragging the soft, striped fur across her face before inevitably wrapping the dismembered limb around her neck. As he let it go, the blood still trapped inside weakly dribbled down over Hana's damaged nipple while the hare looked for the drill he'd acquired. In the process, he spied another camera lens, situated on the coffee-table in front of the couch. Damn, they really are everywhere, he thought.\n\nThis camera was especially handy, being in a little housing with a long wire. Using a foot to awkwardly drag it closer so he could position it directly in front to capture Hana's final moments better, Red finally addressed the weeping, shuddering, and all but dying girl strapped to his lap.\n\n\"Yeah sure, kid. No problem, I'll just sew that sucker back on. But first... I'm just going to need one last thing from you...\"\n\nUnknown to Hana, Red held up the drill and checked it over as he continued, \"We're finally almost finished, you have my word. So to end us off, why don't you tell your friends and folks at home just how good a girl you were. Tell us all the things you got to do and learn about today...\"\n\nTo be perfectly fair, Red didn't really expect her to have much to say on the matter, other than perhaps blubbering and further begging, but it would help distract her from the final blow, at least. She earned that much for being so obedient, despite his brutality.\n\n\"This is your time, Hana. Then you can go to sleep and see your friends again. You'd like that, wouldn't you?\"\n\nIt was a hard sell under such circumstances. Tail gone, spike of metal piercing her gut, and blood oozing everywhere as slowly but surely she bled out.\n\n—\n\nHana had made an awful lot of pretty pictures for the producers' cameras during her 'flunking out', and this set of moments was no different. Even before Red noticed and hiked the camera nearer across the table to better frame her, he'd had her wearing her own tail like a scarf whilst pleading stupidly for it to be stuck back on like a detachable extra.\n\nAnd even to younger viewers, it ought be obvious that Red had damaged - broken - something more than just her body. The fact alone that despite everything, she just did as she was told when he repositioned the low-angled camera, placated however temporarily by the promise that he would indeed just stick her tail back where it belonged so long as Hana did what he needed her to do... Not a thought in that pretty, silly little head for the fact that her dismembered tail couldn't possibly have anything to do with saying a last few words to her little friends, presumably gathered watching in the disused kindergarten a week from now.\n\nBack when Hana had been pleading to be given to Nurse Angel, there had been a decent chance that, with the right equipment and expertise, her life at least might have been saved. Now, as Red corrected the table-sat camera to better take in the wreckage of the cub he'd been given, with its perfectly angled view of her ripped nipple, that steel spike protruding messily from her popped tummy, the wrecked crater of her behind... and the bloody stump where her tail should have been hung? Even the most naive of viewers ought not have any doubt that their little not-really-a-raccoon companion was so, so far beyond the reprieve she seemed to think Red might still give her.\n\nAll the same, just slightly less bright eyes gazed into the camera as Red instructed her, making one last, pretty picture for the previews. Even if the camera had zoomed right in on her face, it should be clear something was very wrong. Make a cub spend several hours screaming in agony, and muscles at the tops of her cheeks would leave tense little lines to go with her bloodshot, if still very pretty, deep-blue eyes. Good thing it had not zoomed in that far though, or it might not have caught the hare holding a power drill up beside Hana's head as she mustered up the most tragically effortful of smiles and started to speak.\n\n\"R... really? I-I would I...\" she seemed to take a moment, as if trying to line up the events of the night that in the moment seemed to make up the sum total of her ten years of experience.\n\n\"I-I was... I-I was a good girl. I was going to r-run away but... but Principal Walker caught me and, and then -\" ... she didn't know his name, did she? What a weird thing to realise of a sudden. \"Then this mister with his hook chased me and... and there was a bathroom. And a class and, and he put his willy in me. A-and his paw and... and it hurt so much I-\"\n\nSomething shook for a second, as if remembering the explosive pain of Red's pawing snapping her now multiply-broken pelvis had focused the damaged little hybrid's mind. Enough that she sobbed, fresh tears trickling down cheeks despite the fact that that idiot smile hadn't gone anywhere.\n\n\"A-and - and then the mister used his hook to fix my... t-to fix my cunny... and my, my tail -\n\n\"I-I shouldn't... s-shouldn't have ... I-I'm sorry Principal Walker I w-want to go back, I'm sorry I'm s-suh-sorry -\"\n\nHana didn't break down. Not exactly. Sure the tears flowed freely, and she seemed about to descend into apologising endlessly for whatever horrible misbehaviour had led to this, but even then the wrong-looking smile didn't really go away. So she looked into the camera with the looming drill beside her head, at her friends who she was sure were watching and all the awful grown-ups of which she was barely aware.\n\n—\n\nAs Hana seemed to accept his lie, she actually surprised Red by finding the mental clarity and strength to speak coherently enough to be understood. He was sure sobbing was all she could muster, but then, maybe shaking like that disturbed the hook lodged in her too much. Either way, just talking made it move, yet still, the paling raccoon did her best to oblige his sick request. Had she known she was offering her final words, she might not have been so eager, or even so detailed in her recounting.\n\nWhen words started to fail her though, and she broke down into tears again, Red gently began stroking and petting one side of Hana's head. It was in part to encourage her to keep going, but it served a darker, ulterior purpose as the drill in the hare's opposing paw, raised the tip of a drill-bit longer than the width of the girl's head. Intimidating to be sure, but Hana had no clue that it was poised right outside her ear as she stumbled her way through the rest of the recollection and eventually into apologies and pleas to the 'Principal'.\n\nOnce Hana had said her piece, continuing to cry as he pet her head and stroked her ears, Red spoke up, \"That was very good, Hana. You're such a wonderful, pretty girl. Now, it's time to sleep, okay...? Say goodnight to everyone. Are you ready? Goodnight, Hana...\"\n\nRed waited until Hana was well into what amounted to her 'final good-byes', then, suddenly... the drill whirred to life. Unfortunately, the affected ear would only hear it briefly as it tore through the cub's eardrum with brutal efficiency. The hare's paw grabbed her head tightly then, holding it firm as he let the dying cub attempt to finish mid-blend as he drilled first to the center of her brain, and then, grudgingly, out the other ear with a bloody splurt.\n\nIt wouldn't be long down, but Red powered down the drill and left it in place, still holding Hana's head in those final moments as he waited to see if a steel rod through the brain would be enough to put an end to his perfect little toy.\n\n\"Goodnight, Hana...\" Red said again, with a greater finality than when he'd encouraged her to say her own good-byes.\n\n—\n\nThe stroking did help, a little! It might very well have been the sole reason that Hana's coherence lasted as long as it did. So there she was, framed in the camera lens with tears rolling down her cheeks, and a drill-bit poised just to one side of an ear that flicked a couple of times against the looming presence, even as its owner remained ignorant.\n\n\"G... Goodnight everywuh-\"\n\nThe drill screamed to life beside Hana's head, and no doubt the sound would have been terribly painful had Red not plunged it into her ear before she could do more than twitch.\n\nOne last nightmare for the viewers, as the steel bit plunged through Hana's ear and into her skull and immediately threw everything into chaos. The worst part was, Hana did not just die.\n\nNobody would know how much was left of 'Hana' once the drill had plunged halfway into her skull, and then a little less quickly out the other side. But as the big, steel bit twisted and shredded everything that made the little hybrid child a person on its way through, her whole body bucked against the restraining leather cuffs with force enough that ligaments must have torn where prettily contrasting restraints couldn't.\n\nNonetheless, maybe Red would recognise what was happening, after the multiple times he'd found a way to cause it himself. Hana had never had an orgasm, and now she never would, but her hips were jerking in the little slack available, slashed behind smacking uncomfortably against the hare's belly before jerking forward over and over. All while that raped red-raw little cunt spasmed furiously on his meat-hook in one, last, would-have-been-agony ghost-climax. \n\nApparently lethally mis-handled lobotomy by drill was enough to find some last few droplets in her bladder, because the tiny hole above Hana's thin, steel dildo suddenly twitched a last splatter of clear fluids, splashing across and blurring that camera lens. But there were plenty of other viewpoints to capture the moment when her jammed-open eyes rolled back and mouth cracked open in a scream that never began, and Poly, Colleen, Avery (and Amber)'s friend momentarily had an appearance to match the sluttiest of cubby porn starlets before she slumped.\n\n—\n\nWhen the hare's final good-bye didn't get an answer, he was more or less certain Hana had joined the ever growing body-count from Nightmare Elementary's production. Though, just to be sure, he revved the drill a few times and tried to pull it out, only to get stuck on fragments of skull inside.\n\n\"Dammit...\" Red muttered, jerking on it, twisting and really just completely disrespecting Hana's fresh corpse as he jerked her limp head around until the drill finally ripped free with a roar and a spray of blood. \"Hah..! There we go..\"\n\nWith a twitch, the hare turned his attention back to the camera, almost forgetting it was there for a second. Noticing a bit of splatter had reached it, his gaze briefly dropped to the dead cub's pussy with an amused snort, before reaching a foot out to clear off the camera and offer the future viewers a dark, frightening grin.\n\n\"Now... which one of you will be next I wonder...\" he pondered chillingly, even as he unlatched the limbs of the lifeless not-a-raccoon and not-a-living-thing-thing-anymore, rolling Hana's corpse onto the couch beside him. Standing up, still all naked and stained with the girl's blood, the final moments of footage showed the hare turning around to 'retrieve' his hook.\n\nAnd by retrieving... Red coldly planted a foot on Hana's neck, breaking it relatively easily as he used it for leverage. Not to pull the hook back out the way it came, but instead... to rip it, violently, gruesomely, and very, VERY messily, from the dead girl's groin. Needless to say, as he stepped out of frame, the gaping hole left behind was so thorough, that a very deceased Hana's intestines began to ooze out onto the couch cushion as her distant eyes stared at some far-off place behind the camera.\n\nFin", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Nightmare Elementary:
End of Week 7
(RP log between Mizzyam and Fens)

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This log contains violent and then brutal cub rape, gore, vomit, and death.
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'In a fog' was certainly one way to put it, once Hana had blessedly-pain-relieving douche and a night's sleep behind her.  There were probably individuals who would have loved to study the effects of (what Hana had certainly taken on board as) a looming execution on a ten year-old girl-cub.  There might even be such individuals watching!  Lewd-intention presumably wasn't a requirement for whatever method of subscription the producers had set up.  It wasn't quite anything to be worried about from a medical point of view, but the pretty little demi-raccoon was absolutely going through periods of lucidity and... not.

Be it switching from ignoring her friends to trying much too hard to engage with them (even if that did seem to involve more clutching hugs than anything), to wandering the grounds alternating between almost dazed or determinedly looking for something that might work in her favour, her state was anything but steady.

With dinner done - she was in one of her introverted, almost automated-seeming phases from then until washing up and bedtime - she almost seemed resolved, although to what was unclear.  In truth, drifting as she was toward action, Hana had promised herself that, now that she could walk okay again, she'd wait until the others were asleep and then try... something.  She didn't know what, but after what had happened to them all before, she didn't want to drag her friends into whatever she might try.

As such, when they came for her, it might almost be an amusing interlude for the cameras to catch.  So long as they had stealth on their side (and Walker was inclined to that by species after all), the 'kidnappers' would find Hana awake and packing the few things she could think of that might help her into her backpack.  She was just making a last quick check, knowing that even if she had until morning, she'd not have a chance to come back... when that big, dark-furred paw clamped over her mouth and nose.

Eyes shot wide, and of course the naked little girl shrieked into Principal Walker's palm, her own little hands shot up to clutch and pull at it as she was whisked off her feet and away from her smart little red bag.  Sadly even the screaming would be a sorry gesture: beside just how hard Walker had a hold of her face, the size of his paw, and no chance to gulp air in readiness, the sound itself was more of an adorable, if slightly scratchily high-pitched, "MNNGH!"

Thusly plucked from the sleeping space, Hana would be fairly easily carted away.  Even with the blind-panic thrashing of her legs and paws clawing at the one had ahold of her, she was still small, weak, even for her size... the fur on the upturned side of Walker's paw would be damp with tears even before he'd hauled her out of the room into the night.

Whether or not her almost-packed bag was there on the floor next to her cot come the morning would be up to how thorough Buru felt like being, before he shut the door behind them.

—

As sudden as Hana's abduction from her hastily prepared escape plan was, the little hybrid wasn't taken very far into the night. Walker and his burly bodyguards were just as quick to drop her flat on the hallway floor as soon as she'd been sufficiently separated from her friends; far enough that her screams wouldn't be heard, nor could she navigate her way back.

Once the skunk-thing had been unceremoniously dumped off, the men retreated back through the final door and locked it. The confusion would no doubt mount in light of the bizarre retreat, but they had only been following Red's request. After all, he'd been planning and waiting and hoping for this moment for some time now.

In the dark of the school's empty hallways, even the hare's uncharacteristically pale fur blended in well enough as he stepped out into view behind Hana, completely naked from head to toe, save for his notable red tie. Despite it being neatly drawn up to his throat as if he were dressed formally, the buck was visibly unkempt. His body twitched and shivered as he turned to face the cub who'd officially just been locked inside a school with a bloodthirsty murderer that had, up until now, been holding it all in.

As the hare planted his foot, his other arm came into view, and what little moonlight there was to illuminate the space glinted off the shiny, chrome steel of the meat-hook he was wielding. His last hunt just hadn't felt the same without it, but now that his precious love was firmly in his grasp tonight, Red could finally let loose all the frustration's he'd been holding back all this time. The restrictions, the waiting, and having to deal with Eiko's presence whenever Max had drunk himself into a stupor. He really needed this.

Red wasn't going to hold back this time, and the narrow glare through which is menacing red-eyed glow shined brightly in the dark, served only to amplify the chilling terror that dripped from his voice as he finally spoke aloud, whether it was to get the girl's attention or snap her out of a horrified shock, it hardly mattered.

"Yet another predator for me to play with..." he chuckled darkly, breathing in as if to take in her scent, "And a filthy hybrid at that. I've been watching you very closely, you know... frankly you fascinate me, see–I've been trying to deduce just what pathetic whelp of a male must've rutted your whore of mother to create such a weak little mutant like you."

As hurtful as his words were, his manic glare and the trembling of his weapon-hand made it clear he wasn't there just to say mean things.

"I thought... perhaps an otter or a weasel, since you're just so damn slimy–nice try betraying all your stupid little friends by the way, I was totally rooting for you there–but then I realized... two predators would have to produce something more self-serving and vicious, so it's clear to me now, you're the sad byproduct of a predator and a prey. A failure of procreation... So in fact, ending your life might be more of a mercy. Or perhaps just nature weeding out the weak. Either way, we'll make use of your death."

Raising his weapon then, he turned it as it caught the moonlight, miming an eviscerating action to punctuate his final words, "I was told even you don't know your lineage, and that's a shame, because knowledge is power, and it's clear your lack of it has led you here. So I'll use your final moments to help narrow down the list of suspects... even if I have to cut and slice and dissect you. Down to the bone."

A crooked grin spread across his face then as the buck suddenly took a step forward, followed by another.

—

The lack of reaction from Hana's captors was almost as scary as... everything else.  Up until now, Principal Walker may have gone from a figure of kind and trustworthy authority to an overly intimate grownup who'd been far, far too into physically exploring her than she could ever be comfortable with, but he'd still had time for her.  One way or another.

Now the almost careless way she was transported deeper into the school left her feeling as if she had had one more constant ripped away.  Arguably, clutched by the face against his front as she had been, she had seen more of Buru on this occasion than she had of the panther who'd figured so heavily in her 'school life' so far.

Despite the coldness however, she still tried all sorts on the way to their destination - and in her panic, Hana barely registered that she wasn't being taken to the disciplinary committee's offices, either.  Most microscopic of mercies, that: if she had realised, there might have been the briefest thought of reprieve.  By the time Walker had dropped her off, Hana had gone from screaming and thrashing, to slightly more coherent struggling... even to what sounded like trying to plead!  Although with the paw firmly in place the whole way, the principal would only have been able to make out one word in ten or so.

'Sorry' and 'please' had featured prominently - inevitably.  If he'd listened carefully, Walker might have made out attempts to promise Hana would 'be good', presumably in light of the running away.  Or that she would 'do anything', and at one point what sounded a lot like 'you promised'.  He hadn't promised, of course, but that little interlude in the panther's office had inevitably made its own little place in Hana's mind.

And then she had just been dropped.  It wasn't a long fall, but it still earned a little shriek as she fell from the principal's arms to the hard floor of the school hallway, and another little yelp of hurt when she landed, partially on her behind.  Blessedly some instinct had prevented her landing on her tail, but by the time Hana had managed to pick herself up, Buru was already closing the door behind her.

"W-Wait!" shouted, and the last Walker would see of his 'favourite' was the raven haired little hybrid girl running for the closing door, before it slammed shut and the sound of the locks falling into place resounded back into the darkened hallway.  "Principal Walker!  Principal Walker!"

She wasn't even pleading anymore: this was all far too confusing.  She thought that she was supposed to be taken to the building where the scary grown-ups were staying, and that something awful would happen to her there.  Not just.. abandoned here in the dark halls had almost started to become familiar to her after two months inhabiting the school.  Not that she didn't try the handles, and then beat her little fists and forearms against the solid doors when that failed.

Whether it was some movement on the hare's part, or it took until he started to speak, Hana still jumped, whirled around to face him as he revealed himself in the hallway.  It was, again, such a bizarre moment that she initially seemed not to know how to react; just stared at his not-quite nakedness with slowly widening eyes and...

Hana didn't know what that was, but it was very shiny, and clearly very sharp.  Then the things he was saying started to sink in.

"I-I'm not -" the inevitable response, almost without thinking.  Not a predator?  Not filthy?  She hadn't thought that far - although Hana's attention to cleanliness all through the show at least gave her a little weight on that front.  She'd even ended up washing before bed last night!  Heck, if the hare could get the girl's scent from there, she might actually smell pretty nice!

In the end, all she could do was stand there and listen to his little speech, eyes flicking from those frighteningly bright, red eyes, to the hook, to every other bit of his anatomy.  Crotch inevitably included.  By the halfway point she was trying to back away, although that sealed door was at her back, and her too-big tail was low and pressed against her ankles.  She swallowed.  'Betrayed'.  She hadn't thought about it that way but...

That would have been a horrible line of thought to get stuck on, had the hare not prompted her to move on to other things.  Because he was talking about killing her.  Even at a distance he could probably see the cute, naked little grey-furred figure had begun to shake, or at the very least hear how unsteady her breaths had become.

Hana glanced around - these halls weren't completely straight, and there was still some distance between her and the grown-up who had swiftly proven himself far scarier than any of the others to whom she had been exposed so far.  So in all likelihood... there was a branch in the hall between her and him.  She was frozen, though.  Starting to breathe faster and faster and the tears starting to trickle from her eyes and -

Something about that step toward her was what did it.  The step and a catch of the very little light on that shiny hook, and Hana's breath caught on a lump of panic that drove her to run.  It didn't matter that she was running toward the hare for a moment, she bolted toward the junction with the next hallway and fled.

—
The moment Hana took flight, Red's eyes widened in wild excitement. At first he wasn't sure if his threats would end up paralyzing the girl with fear, but the sheer delight in witnessing the opposite was all too obvious as the hare reared up to take a swing. Though he hadn't taken another step, his reach with the meat-hook was enough to cover the gap between them as the raccoon hybrid had no other option but to bolt past him.

To show he was serious, he swept the hook through the air in a powerful, downward arc, slicing through the cub's flowing black hair as it trailed behind her. Though he'd missed by the closest of margins, Hana had no doubt felt the steel tip graze the back of her head before yanking a handful of hairs out in the process.

Hana got away and was already fleeing down the hall, but Red just pursued her at his own pace, letting out a loud, maniacal cackle as the girl fled for her life. He knew full well that she had nowhere to run. All of the doors leading outside were locked, and her precious 'friends' were separated by several more as well. It was just Red and Hana for the entire night, which had barely started.

As the cub ran, he followed like an unstoppable force, Hana's naked, slapping footsteps making it easy to track her movements for the first few minutes. However, perhaps in light of his bold approach of entering each room so loudly, his target stopped moving around as obviously. And thus, the true cat-and-mouse had begun, and judging by Red's expression–barely visible in the dark, but picked up clearly by the unseen, night-vision cameras still recording– he was loving every second of it.

Coming to a stop outside the cafeteria, the hare quirked his ears and listened. There was the tiniest squeak of a door in the distance somewhere, then silence. Hana had stopped moving too, but she must've been nearby still. She wasn't in the cafeteria itself though, he knew that much, if for no other reason than because of Poly's prior experience there.

After a few moments, Red started to move again, slowly. As he moved down the hall, he passed the bathrooms and stopped once more, eyeing both doors with a deepening furrow of his brows and a growing grin.

"Einie... meanie..." he called out into the dark, waving his meat-hook between each door as he decided which to enter, "Minie... Moe!"

Red swiftly kicked in the door leading to the girl's bathroom, slipping inside before it could close with a heavy thump behind him. The room was pitch-black, having no source of natural light, but the hare immediately removed the handicap with a flick of the lightswitch nearby. Bright, blinding light filled the room then, affecting Red as much as anyone else. Squinting in pain he moved into the space, his soft paw-pads making almost no sound on the floor as he walked.

"Are we playing hide-and-seek now...?" he asked the room as he approached the first of several closed stalls, "Because I'd much rather be playing TAG!" Snapping sharply, he kicked in the door, hard enough to break the lock even if it had been engaged, but considering how easily it flopped open, and the absence of eyes filled with terror, it was obviously not where Hana had been hiding. He moved to the next door, chuckling despite his failure.

"Which door will it be... door number 2...?" Another kick shook the entire structure for all the stalls as the door flew open and almost off of its hinges. "Or perhaps... door number THREE!" This time, when he kicked the door, it didn't give in immediately, despite losing a hinge and twisting awkwardly–a sure sign it was locked. So he kicked again with more vigor, then grabbed it and ripped it free like a bear tearing into a refrigerator.

"Foooooound you," he growled loudly, just like that metaphorical bear.

—

Hana had no idea the extent to which she was being toyed with, of course.  Few people were ever faced with situations akin to the horror scenario that her counterpart on the Disciplinary Committee had set up, nor with the sort of monster with whom she'd been locked inside the school.

But even as she bolted, he lashed out at her, and the small shriek that escaped as she rushed by and the hook swept so close to her skull was entirely reflex.  The slight tug as a few locks of hair were snagged and slashed told her how close she had come, but terror had her bare legs working furiously as she fled down the corridor, and in that moment she might not have been able to slow herself even if she had wanted.

A couple of times she very nearly tripped, mostly over her own feet as they padded hard against the vinyl floor.  The corridor was a blur thanks to her tears, but even in panic Hana had the sense not to go screaming for help that wouldn't be coming.  She'd been here too long to make a mistake that foolish, at least.

She did end up running through the cafeteria, but Red was right to assume that she would not stop there.  Had Poly related what had happened to her during the game that had signaled the beginning of The Turn?  Even if not, something about that place... maybe it was the stainless steel of the counters and empty food trays, in light of that hook being carried by the lapine that was following her through the darkened halls.  Either way, she didn't care to stay, slipping out the other end of the silent eatery and wincing as its hinges complained.

Even if she had realised, on some level, that trying to be stealthy would serve her better than a breakneck run, Hana was still operating almost entirely on fear.  The hare had given her just enough time to begin to process her situation, but hardly enough - and even then, processing only threatened to confront her with just how much trouble she was in.

So that same fear, and the wish for a place to hide and take stock, was what finally drove Hana to duck into the first bathroom after the cafeteria.  The girls, as it turned out, though on this occasion she had not been thinking about which she was more likely to be searched for within.  All she cared for in the moment was that the stall she had thrown herself into was a place of (illusory) safety where she could catch her breath, and at least try to think.

Her breaths were coming hard now, too - chest rising and falling, and moreso as she tried to make the breaths both deep and quiet.  But she began to get the air she needed again, even to relax just a fraction albeit not even a little toward true calm.  And to consider.  The school was not that large, no matter how monolithic and labyrinthine it might seem in the dark and whilst being hunted by a monstrous off-white hare with a meat hook.  She was fairly sure she and the others had used this bathroom to wash on at least a couple of occasions, and that meant there was a door out into the playground only -

And that was when the BANG knocked her thoughts completely off-kilter once again, as Red kicked in the door to her chosen bathroom.  She barely kept herself from shrieking then and there!  And then only by clamping paws over her mouth as she sat on the toilet in the dark, like a pretty little horror movie trope come to life.  At least she didn't have any dangling panties to betray her as she hiked her feet up off the floor, lest the monster peek underneath the stalls!  Even her tail was draped over the cistern to keep it from giving her away.

The next BANG of the much lighter stall door nearest the way out of the bathroom made her jump on the seat and bundle her knees closer still, all whilst clutching her own face in desperate effort to smother her rapid breaths.  Come the next explosion of noise and complaining wood, Hana was crying again, her eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled over her fingers and pattered onto her bare thighs.

Her heart felt like it was trying to escape it was beating so hard, all while her mind rushed for options in the stretching moment that she knew preceded her door being -

BANG.

The door held, but Hana still gave a shriek - she couldn't help it!  Not least because she'd uncovered her mouth amidst trying to avoid being struck by the hinge snapping off its mount and launching itself across the enclosed space of the toilet cubicle.  But then it shifted, Hana puzzled for a split second - before Red ripped it open the wrong way to reveal that picture of a naked little horror heroine trapped in the classic hiding place.

She didn't respond.  Just huge eyes staring up at him - she had actually been saved from the worst of the lights' flashing on by the stall door - dark and pretty in the bright illumination of the overhead strip lamps.  Further, with her knees up so near her chest in that futile attempt to hide, the little girl had hiked her pelvis forward a little: pointed at him was an unwittingly perfect view of the curve of her cute little bottom, and the tight shut line of that downy white pussy squished below clenched thighs.

It lasted for a long moment, too long for Hana's own good, but whether the hare went for her at that point or not, some instinct from the (accurately guessed) prey portion of her lineage kicked in and Hana tried to bolt again.  She whirled on the toilet seat, trying to scramble up onto the back of the cistern even as that overly large, overly fluffy tail whisked almost in her hunter's face.  From there the plan was clearly to try to climb up and over the stall's dividing wall, either through a jump and a mad scramble or even with the help of any exposed pipes.

—

When the final door revealed his quarry, and his wild gaze met hers, Red eagerly took in the sight of the trembling, frightened little girl. Illuminated by the lights overhead, yet still cast in his shadow, he could see every inch of her fragile, naked body in detail. Though Hana was initially frozen with fear, it was his red eyes that must've kept her in place, because the instant his attention drifted south to her exposed privates, so perfectly on display for him, the raccoon hybrid suddenly sprung into action.

The girl was certainly quick and agile enough to climb the stall's wall, but even if she'd been an acrobat, she would've had a hard time slipping free, as no sooner had her tail brushed across his face, was it suddenly captured in a vice-like grip. Red grinned and cackled at her futile attempt to escape over the stall's dividing wall. Really, even if she'd succeeded, she couldn't have gotten far.

"Now, now! Where are you off to in such a hurry, little Hana?" he teased, bringing her back down onto the cistern with one sharp, violent tug, and then forcing her back down onto the toilet seat with another. "Let's have a little fun first, before we continue, shall we?"

Expecting limbs to begin flailing now that he had Hana in a compromising position, the hare reached a paw out swiftly and gripped the cub by her throat, digging his fingers in as he leaned his naked body against her own and forced her into submission while also getting closer to her ear.

"I heard about you and your former buddies trying to escape the other night, by the way. For a while there, I was worried we wouldn't get to play. But since they said it was taken care of... I refrained from hunting you down myself. So... I guess you really only bought yourself a day. That said... a chase through the woods would've been quite exhilarating. A shame, really. So instead, we're going to play all night... and make memories all over the school to share with your old friends..."

Pressing his face close to hers, Red opened his maw to drag a tongue up her cheek, catching any tears that may have fallen, all the while holding Hana by the neck until her squirming died down. Once he could sense that she was losing the strength to resist, he continued, "Thaaat's it. Take solace in the few hours you have left to live, because I'll be making sure you feel alive to the fullest before I finally rip your soul from your battered body. Now give us a kiss..."

Moving in with claws teasing at her throat, Red pressed his lips to Hana's as his free paw 'encouraged' her jaws to part enough for his tongue to slip inside. Though she could've easily attempted to bite, at this point the risk of danger was part of the allure for the hare.

—

And in fact, even if Hana had succeeded in scaling the dividing wall, the result might not have been very elegant.  She was not an acrobat, and under normal circumstances would have frozen up there.  As it was, she would probably have tumbled into the next stall and might even have hurt herself - how nice of Red to keep her from such an accident!

Not that Hana seemed to appreciate the 'rescue' terribly much.  In fact she gave another of her abrupt little shrieks! - she seemed to be quite good at those - only for the sound to cut short as if the sensation of her grabbed tail had been overwhelming enough to freeze her completely.  Maybe it had!  No doubt the disproportionately large extremity had a similarly disproportionate share of nerves and sensitivity; already throughout the show, she had demonstrated an even greater dislike for people taking ahold of it than might otherwise have been warranted.

It only seemed to make her stall momentarily however, though there was an extra tension there as she turned her head slowly back to look at the hare had that vicious hold of her.  As if she couldn't stop herself looking, but simultaneously felt as if she could keep whatever horrible thing would happen next from taking place so long as she simply didn't make eye contact with that awful red gaze -

Tugged.  Yet another short, abortive shriek, the manipulation of her tail certainly serving to stall any efforts at resistance long enough to get her sat firmly back down on the toilet seat.  Maybe it was the tail yanking, or the eyes, or just deer-in-the-headlights knowledge she was trapped, but she actually didn't fight back.  Not until he grabbed her by the throat at any rate.  She'd actually started some almost certainly impotent plea before he cut her voice off along with her ability to draw proper breath!

"D-Nkh-!"

Her little hands were immediately clamped around the hare's wrist, gripping about as hard as they could in turn, the subtle pressure barely enough to register let alone force him to relent as her eyes somehow managed to get bigger.  Hana's cheeks were already tear-streaked, but fresh ones were pricking at the corner of her eyes, and a strangled little noise of hurt popped out as he leant against her, and so forced her back against the edge of the cistern.

It was as if she couldn't blink anymore, no matter how much her tearful, tear-blurred eyes smarted.  Not when he was right there in her face.  Proximity thus had even killed her ability to kick at him, although her legs were still half un-bent, slightly spread either side of the naked hare as if caught mid-thrashing.

She couldn't speak, of course.  Not with his grip on her neck as vicious as it was.  Still Hana's mouth worked as if she might be trying to, before simply falling back to shaking her head tearfully back and forth as the monster talked about the attempt to get away and how it had failed.  Blue-dark, silky hair whisked about her shoulders and face.

She was just, just able to muster breath enough that when he licked her, the reflexive stiffening came with a shallow-scratchy, "Heekh-!" sound to go with the attempt to twist her head away and finally screw shut her eyes.

... She didn't get far.  He'd forced her head back easily of course, and while her jaw was clenched tight it was no challenge to force her mouth to open again, ready for when he pressed his own against that cutely minimal little muzzle of hers.

She didn't bite him.  Not even when his tongue slipped past her lips and she jerked as if the impulse to choke had come merely from the feel of his tongue against hers.  The warm, wet little muscle darted away reflexively even before the jerk of Hana's chest that suggested the disgust had hit her a moment later.

The way her bare chest was working, rising up and down practically against her attacker's, it was clear she might have been at risk of frightened hyperventilation but for the stranglehold around her neck.  In fact the little demi-raccoon was just beginning to weaken, the inability to get enough air (even before he had obstructed her mouth with his own) really starting to take its toll.

That was probably why the fear drew back just enough for the flicker of a thought to touch her mind that this wasn't the first time anyone had kissed her.  Principal Walker had done that, hadn't he?  There was almost, almost relief there, amidst the ever-so-slightly distant-feeling panic, and the hurt, and the sick feeling in the top of her chest as she felt Red's tongue exploring the inside of her mouth.

—

Once Hana had been sufficiently subdued, Red finally eased his grip on her neck, manipulating the cub's head and muzzle to accept more of his tongue inside. Locking her into an oral embrace that she couldn't have escaped if she'd tried, the hare finally released the raccoon hybrid's throat so his paw could freely explore the body he'd been leaning all his weight into. Hana wasn't left without discomfort though, as the pressure around her neck became a vice around one of her ears instead.

It wasn't easy to manage the handle of his weapon along with the girl's ear, but once he had both in hand, he squeezed indiscriminately, looking to extract more of those musical shrieks of hers so he could feel them vibrate and reverberate through her and into him. And all the while, his tongue expertly and eagerly explored the confines of Hana's tiny maw. As he worked over every inch of flesh in one respect, his wandering paw reached new regions as it crept ever lower on her body.

With Hana pinned between him and the toilet's reservoir and both of her legs already partly spread around him, there was little to no protection for the cub's previously abused loins. A little shift and the demi-raccoon's pinned leg matched the other, fully spread as his paw slid down and hovered over her puffy mound before a finger traced the outline of the fuzzy white patch. Then a hot palm pressed down firmly over the whole region.

He held his paw in place for a moment as he broke the kiss and forced her eyes to meet his. Even in the shadow of the lit room, they still glowed like hellfire burned behind them.

"You've been hurt down here a couple times now, but tonight I'm going to show what true pain is," he stated bluntly as he released her ear.

Meat-hook still in hand, Red adjusted his grip and forced the hook around Hana's throat, essentially using it as a restraint to hold her against the toilet's tank. It doubled as a way to expose more of her front to him as well, which the hare soaked in with a lewd expression before snapping to his senses. His paw quickly returned to the white patch of fur that prominently displayed Hana's sexy little twat.

Without so much as a warning, he spread the soft, fuzzy lips with two fingers and then immediately stuffed one in as far as it could go.

"This should be no problem, since I'm sure you've already taken a finger or two... but why don't we test your limit, hm...?" he mused, proceeding to squeeze another digit in beside the first. It was definitely a tighter fit, but... "Hmm... I bet you could take more than that, right...?" Whether or not she could, he went ahead anyway, forcing the two fingers buried inside her vagina, to spread even a little bit, so he could begin working in a third.

—

Even smothered by Red's kiss, Hana heaved a breath the moment he let up on her neck.  It was inadequate and consisted of air shared with the hare rather than fresh, and barely served to stave off the breathless addlement, but at least it caused another lift in Hana's chest, the soft white fur brushing against his front.  Twice, thrice - tears were still rolling down her cheeks, but at least the horrible moment was no longer an increasingly distant thing.  Unfortunately for her.

Red had left a mark to match his name, however!  Mostly hidden by Hana's fur of course, but a moment's gazing would find the finger marks left behind by his cruel grip.  And no doubt by morning they would be a much more easily glimpsed purple, one way or another.

The relief from strangling was barely long enough to appreciate, though.  After all, he had her ear a moment later; one more slightly oversized feature for him to grab.  The squeal this time was muffled of course, but still earned screwed up eyes, and a more pitiable pitch as his efforts to grip both hook and ear resulted in the handle being jabbed against Hana's skull as a little bonus.  Certainly, he had a good handle for controlling the poor little cub as well though!  Fear of further hurt had the little girl more or less free for the hare to manipulate, although the other paw, as it went exploring, earned plenty of jerks and squirms as she both wilfully and reflexively tried to minimise the contact.

Every now and then a new little cry, or a new, sharper jerk as Hana sobbed on his tongue, or it found a new way to briefly abrade Hana's gag response.  Her own tongue alternated between fight and flight, sometimes trying to push against and resist the invader, others overwhelmed by the sensation she was too young to have any hope of appreciating and trying - uselessly - to shrink back and escape.

... And then his paw crept lower.  Even before it found anywhere truly intimate, Hana was cringing from it, her soft little tummy contracting in further vain effort to frustrate the hare's touch.  So when the touch actually did creep between her legs, Hana lurched, banging the base of her spine against the cistern in her effort to prevent it.

That was when the rest of her will came back, insofar as it could anyway.  The caress of his fingertips over those distinct, slightly squishy nether lips and her inability to escape it, or even minimise it, had her eyes shot open again.  Desperately meeting that awful gaze even, her head jerking under his grip and his kissing in the tiniest, most furious effort at shaking, and a series of smothered little, "Nnh!  Nnm!  Nnn!" noises were almost certainly denials, or perhaps pleas.

And his palm wasn't the only thing hot - inevitably those puffy little cub folds were at least as warm to the touch in return.

At least Red finally parted the kiss, then.  Hana heaved breaths now that she was free, so desperately that she immediately started to cough even amidst further attempts to get all the air she so desperately wanted.  In a sweeter moment, she might have looked a tiniest bit lewd: all mouth stuck open, deeply flushed cheeks, and tiny, barely-budding chest rising so prominently up and down.

But now, even as he spoke to her, promised how horrible it was going to be, the little girl finally had a moment to speak - however brief a one.

"Please, please please please -"

Not that she had it in her to make the greatest use of it.  Although perhaps for her partner, and anyone vicariously enjoying, that sweet little run of pleading was the ideal answer to Red's explaining just how much he intended her to hurt?

Either way, the hook was jammed around her throat, earning a new squeal that was momentarily fright and then just hurt as her neck was thudded back over the top edge of the tank.  Those pretty, barely there little tits practically disappeared as she was stretched backward thus, but in exchange, cute, pink nipples showed through fine white chest-fur all the more prominently.  They were even firm!  Though that was certainly more fear and cold air's doing than the slightest hope of an arousal Hana was probably still too young to be touched by.

At least now that her mouth was free, she could gasp at the touch to her folds, the puffy outer labia squashing pleasingly underneath Red's fingers as he spread her open.  That earned a new, shallow, shaky breath, the beginnings of what would inevitably be another run of pleading -

Instead she just shrieked.  The loudest, harshest such cry yet, pitching up as the finger raked higher and forced the hare to use all the strength he could muster if he wanted to penetrate as far as the second knuckle, let alone higher.  The screaming little girl's insides were of course dry, but they were hot, and clung to his finger when it finally stopped as if they, at least, absolutely wanted the digits to remain stabbed up inside of her.

'No problem' he said.  Hana was un-ready, and those still near-pristine insides had closed determinedly back up even in the face of Walker's sadistic little punishment the better part of two days ago.  Red would be able to feel her shaking on his finger, little hiccoughing sobs against the metal of the hook had her pinned at that uncomfortable angle back against the toilet.

The second finger... Red would have to work, and Hana's breaths started to come much faster once she realised what the hare intended.  So much so that she had trouble speaking over her own gulps for air, but still forced out the most coherent sentence she'd managed of the night so far.

"I-it won't.  It won't it won't please it won't!" urgent, and increasingly so as the second finger sank up inside her, that furiously squeezing tunnel grudgingly stretching to accommodate the second digit sliding along the first.  "I-I'll rip!  I'll ri-iIEAAH-!"

First genuine scream of the night.  Hana wasn't ready.  Nobody had really made proper effort to make her ready, and when Red's fingers parted despite the resistance squeezing down on them, she did not rip but the way the pretty, previously bright pink flesh of her inner labia began to pale with the stretch spoke volumes.

—

When his fingers had only stopped halfway despite pushing harder, Red wasn't discouraged. She was still young and small; he'd just have to break her in gradually. However, to do so in such a short amount of time, meant considerable pain. Hana's whimpers and cries and even her shrieks, only served to encourage greater abuse. Almost like an obsession. With every sound she made he only found himself wanting to extract more.

Even if he'd had the patience to take his time or be gentle in his approach, there were greater forces at work this night than just the devious and sinister plans Red was brewing. At that very moment, as he focused on the screaming cub before him, a war of minds raged in his head, all offering countless and oftentimes conflicting suggestions for perverted, violent and just downright weird things to do with his current prey.

It was enough to drive a man crazy, but it served to distract him from Hana and her desperate pleas as he stretched her little birth canal as wide as he could with just the strength of his two fingers. Though it wasn't much, the moisture produced from his efforts was enough to give him just the tiniest wiggle room to force the tip of a third finger into her painfully spread hole.

Once he felt the lip of her canal pop around the first knuckle, he finally relaxed his other two fingers, which were now aching as they throbbed in the hot depths of a writhing Hana's vagina.

"Hah... and you said it wouldn't fit," Red snorted at the sobbing girl, still pinned in place and helpless to stop him, "I don't have a lot of time though, so two and a half will have to do... Now let's see if we can get you a little wetter down there..."

With a sinister grin, Red began to wiggle and move his fingers within the restrictive confines of Hana's once virgin slit, then proceeded to rock back and forth slowly at first. Gradually however, the speed and force increased until his fingers were threatening to pull her birth canal inside-out. Meanwhile, the hare's attention drifted to the demi-raccoon's exposed and vulnerable chest. Considering the girl's arms were currently divided between clutching the wrist of the arm violating her, and the metal hook threatening to choke her, Hana had no other limbs available to stop him as he leaned toward her chest.

Not one to pass up an opportunity, Red met the little cub's gaze as positioned his muzzle over her left nipple and dropped his hot slimy tongue onto it, licking and flicking it harshly with the tip, before slapping it around and, finally, pulling it in-between his scissor-like incisors with a dark and threatening look in his eyes. Then he bit down.

—

Hana was oblivious to the argument over just how she ought be used that was roaring inside the hare's head as it loomed and leered above her.  Even if she had had some clue, the small hybrid girl would have been far too busy with her own struggle: that of taking the third finger that Red seemed so determined to wedge up inside her furiously protesting little cunt.

Years from now, accommodating those fingers would have been easy.  ... Well, maybe two of them; Hana was always destined - or, perhaps had been destined was the better phrase - to grow up into a fairly small young lady.  There was a little moisture, eventually, grudgingly, but it did nothing to soothe the experience.  Red would be far more aware that it was there at all than she was.

But finally, finally, as Hana's screaming shifted down and she was finally able to make herself close her mouth and turn it into a desperately grunted, clenched-teethed whine, in popped that third fingertip.  Her whole bare, slightly sweat-sheened body shook once as she accepted it, and even once it was in she was shuddering.  Sheer tightness meant that that previously tiny hole was now a stretched ellipse trying to strangle the hare's fingers, but at least the pause meant that Hana could sag.  She was once more gulping air to make up for the most recent bout of agonised noise.

For a split second, the look Hana shot through her part-shut, tear-blurred eyes in response to his speaking was almost entirely affront, as if some tiny part of her mind stood apart from the horror and just hated.  But if such a part truly was there, it slipped back into the depths in favour of fear and confusion when her newest, unkindest molester talked about getting her 'wetter'.

The grin did nothing to reassure her, and the wiggling of his fingers instantly got a short, sharp squeal out of her as it threatened the limits of Hana's already taut-stretched slit.  "Wh -" she even began, although her voice was tight with pain, "What.. a-are you -"

And then he moved them.  Slid them out, and then in before Hana could even begin to think he might have considered relenting, out once more and back, and the little cub emitted another of her pretty little squeals and, "O-ow!  Ow-!"

The rim of her opening might have paled with the tension, but the glimpses as it followed the hare's fingers before sliding back up them in the moment before he shoved them back inside?  There was that pretty, fresh-bright pink.

And clutching at him she was!  Small hands couldn't even wrap one wholly around his wrist, but they tried all the same; as much to have something to hold onto as in any pitiable hope of resistance.  That pretty confusion as he leaned nearer to her chest, those prettily peeking-through-chest-fur nipples.

"O-ow, ow!  Wh -" confusion won out over fear, just for a second.  Made her forget the promises of agony and death as he first mouthed, and then began to lick at the warm, firm little nub.  She even squeaked in return!  A pretty little noise that spoke of the very earliest, confused, pleasant sensation that -

Hana met his eyes.  Dark, deep blue eyes on bright red, and there was realisation there for the briefest of split seconds.  No time for any other sign however, she couldn't even start to draw breath before he bit.

There was damp.  Just the beginnings of it, but all of Red's effort had still begun to pay off in the most tentatively meaningful of ways, making it easier for those distending insides to slide back up his fingers after every withdrawal.  But even as the first glimmers of precocious arousal began, grudgingly, to be dragged from the confused cub half-nailed to the toilet with a meat hook, Red had driven those sharp front teeth down into her nipple, piercing the ever-so-slightly rubbery skin and provoking a little blossom of red.

And Hana screamed.  It was different to previous bursts of noise, a kind of different fear to go with the pain as she saw herself pierced and panic bubbled to the forefront once more.  Once again Hana was thrashing, thoughts of how precarious her situation was lost in the haze of horror as her paws clawed, tugged, and even hit.  All while legs hiked up, trying to kick at Red's front and shoulders.  She clearly wasn't thinking; just the effort to raise her feet would wrench her around his fingers and twist the sound of her screaming to something all the worse.

—

When his random act of violence was met with the inevitable scream, Red promptly threw his head back and crowed just as loudly, but in a mocking manner as his gaze returned to hers, marred by fresh tears. The pain managed to reawaken Hana's adrenaline, which gave her a temporary edge over the hare as she began to panic and thrash.

For a few moments he lost his grip on the toilet's reservoir, which disrupted the meat-hook's function as a restraint. In a surprising turn around, the raccoon hybrid managed to push Red back far enough for her legs to take effective aim at him and he took several hits to his shoulder and gut, all while arms and paws flailed at and attempted to scratch him.

In the midst of the chaos, his violating fingers were ripped free from their victim, but not before drawing blood on the way out. Needless to say, the buck lost control of the situation completely.

But then, there wasn't really anywhere she could go in a hurry, except maybe onto the floor to squirm under the stalls, so once she'd driven him back briefly, there was a pause while both parties contemplated their next move.

Red ultimately decided against an immediate attack, starting first with raised arms as he smirked darkly at Hana, "Whoopsie, guess I was a little rough there, huh?"

His nose twitched then, drawn to the traces of blood on his one paw. He brought it close and inhaled, then gently licked the crimson fluid from the tips of his claws as he stared intensely at the cub, "You might want to be more careful too, or next time I might slice you wide open. Now let's try again..."

Red made his move then, weapon brandished and ready to deliver a swift but non-lethal cut to any limbs that dared to get in his way as he forced himself back into position again. Once he had her sufficiently pinned by the hook once more, he chuckled.

"You've got a lot of fight in you, and I love that, but you won't stop me from my play," he growled, pushing toward her bloodied nipple once more despite paws trying to hold him back.

An alarming quantity of blood had marred the area, but one good lick of the hare's tongue cleaned it up, save for what had stained her fur. With the injury cleared, it was easier to see the damage he'd inflicted. Though he'd initially intended to snip it clean off, the rubbery flesh had proven a bit too resilient and only suffered a deep cut. It still bled despite his licking, but he moved on to the other nipple, showering it with more tender affection this time, while his other paw returned to the task of breaking in Hana's cunt. Whether she wanted it or not, he shoved his fingers back in there, callous to the scratches he'd made.

This time however, he only used two fingers as he resumed the same ministrations as before, pushing them in and then out, all the while increasing in speed and pressure as he attempted to force her canal to deepen so that it could accept his full length. It was a tricky task to finger a female with claws as sharp as his, but Red had his ways–when he cared. But this wasn't one of those times, so he didn't make any attempts to keep the tips of his claws from poking or grazing Hana's inner vaginal walls. Besides, the screams she unleashed in that empty bathroom stall, despite ringing in his ears, was a music unlike any other. A rarity to be sure.

—

Yet one more way that Hana managed to change the pitch of her screaming, the sound pitching up as the hare's claws scraped inside of her with the clumsy exit.  Nonetheless, they were still out, and Hana was instantly panting, limbs paused mid-struggle as Red... did not resume his attack.

A long moment of her own just staring, too - it was less contemplation, and more confusion.  Hana hadn't been thinking, let alone truly hoping to escape, when panic and the hurt put the fight back into her.  She was just starting to realise that she had an opening when the monstrous grown-up that had cornered her spoke once again.  The words, and the clashing expression?  Only served to keep the hurt, muddled little cub from finding her proverbial footing.

Even as she watched him examine, and then lick clean the blood from his paw, her chest was once again moving in deep, quick breaths... she didn't fight.  That hook was a terrifically good tool for checking a frightened cub, so long as her wits hadn't been temporarily torn away by panic and hurt.

And then it was back about her neck, pinning her into place once again.  The sole positive was that this time, it all happened a lot less violently, and the end result was, however little Red might have cared, a fraction less uncomfortable.  The slower progression of the hare's assault this time even gave Hana another chance to speak in something other than a babble of screaming, crying and pleading.

".. Please.  Please I don't like it.  I want - I-I want to go back I-"

Even as she spoke, Hana clearly knew full well that it was pointless.  The words just seemed to tumble out of her all the same, like her instinct to survive was clutching at the only outlet left available so long as she was held in place by a razor-sharp steel hook.

Her eyes followed him down as he returned to her chest, another catch of breath as she caught sight of just how much red had spilled from the bite into her nipple.  Breaths were shallow and unsteady as he licked, a combination of that persistent fear, the need for greater breaths... and terror that if she moved her chest too much, she risked inspiring him to bite at her again.

As he moved from her wounded nipple, to the unharmed little nub on the opposite side of her chest, Hana's manner changed again.  Still able to speak, still breathless, still trying ever so hard not to let her chest move too much despite the same.  But her voice was coming at only a bit above a whisper, and judging by the intermittent pats of tears atop the hare's head, her tears were coming again anew.

"Please don't bite me, please don't bite me, please don't bite me -" like the breathless, soft-voiced begging was a mantra that could prevent him hurting her once more, even as the already firmed nipple stiffened the last little it might beneath Red's tender attentions.

She was so focused on this, on the terror at potentially losing her nipple after all, that at first Hana didn't realise he intended to resume the other aspect of the assault.  Only the first touch warned her, and she had just enough time to suck in a breath, clench her teeth, before the fingers jammed back up inside and, "NNheek-!"

Why she tried to keep the scream at bay this time, even Hana could not have told, but she had some limited success only squealing against her tight-shut jaw before the callous finger-fuck resumed in earnest.

"Nkh, ngh, nh, nh, nh Nh NH NHA AH AH AAH-!"

And back came the screams, going from bitten grunts to pitched squeals and shrieks before the true cries of hurt found their way out into the brightly lit childrens' toilet to echo off the bare-painted walls and tarnished mirrors.

Hana's fists were clenched, both of them gripping desperately but no longer clawing at the hand with the hook this time, even as she screamed and her face grew increasingly screwed up with the agony of Red's scoring out her slowly, finally stretching out little pussy.  It wouldn't be long before red was running from between those puffy, downy little cunt lips, new little trickles every time he yanked free his fingers before increasingly wet - and not entirely with blood, perhaps - inner labia slid back up his fingers and back inside the screeching cub.

—

Without a doubt, Hana was a victim Red was taking great pleasure in tormenting. The Heavens–or perhaps more appropriately Hells–must've aligned perfectly to present him with such a rare opportunity to dump all his frustrations on such an ideal specimen. Which naturally meant he had to take his time to milk the experience for all it was worth. Such moments were rare and precious for an artist like himself.

Even Red was pleasantly surprised by the happy accident that unfolded after failing to sever the first nipple, which inevitably served to heighten Hana's terror of actually losing the other, as of yet, undamaged lump of flesh. This evening was sure to provide plenty more highlights, but he nonetheless delighted deeply in drawing out that uncertainty for as long as he could; well after his fingers had reentered her abused little pussy.

As he licked and suckled at the warm bud of her breast, his paw worked its expert magic, without care for pain or injury. With every inward thrust, he pressed his digits as deep as he could, even if it meant poking Hana's delicate cervix with his claws. Eventually, a healthy amount of fluid built up from his efforts, as much from blood as from natural lubrication, but as a result, his lewd and aggressive finger-fucking became audible, with a most sickening, yet arousing–to Red at least–shlicking and squeaking from the suction and clenching of the girl's aching innards.

By now, the hare was able to successfully bury two full knuckles into his little fuck-toy, but he wanted to go deeper so he redoubled his efforts, even as he felt his sheath finally beginning to swell with an arousal that wasn't entirely his own.

"Mmm... just listen to that," Red taunted cruelly from his position above her breast, "You're so sopping wet now from just a little fingering, I think you're almost ready to take my dick without dying right away. Aren't you so lucky? I'm going to let you experience all the joys of being a woman before accepting my final mercy..."

With a moan, Red returned to licking at the hard nub of a nipple that was just begging to be snipped off. Instead, though, when he suddenly brought his teeth into play, he opted to wrap his incisors around the entire budding breast, and slowly squeezed as he side-eyed a panicking Hana. He'd quite enjoyed her frantic mumbling earlier, and sought to draw out some more before ultimately deciding whether he'd commit or not.

After all, he still had plenty of time to play, and didn't want her so crippled she couldn't keep running. But before he was willing to let her go, she needed to know just what kind of horrors lay in wait if and when he got a hold of her again. Once more he increased the ferocity of his unkind and forceful fingering, holding nothing back as he drove his twin-finger-gun in again and again until he finally bottomed out as hard as he could and released her breast to check his progress.

Initially, the hare couldn't distinguish much from all the blood that had splattered everywhere, staining her white crotch fur crimson, but a cursory investigation showed his remaining fingers flat against Hana's bloodied mound, and the other two completely buried inside. Satisfactory. Pulling free with a wet plop, Red held his half-bloodied paw up and flicked the excess off, splattering the raccoon hybrid's chest and belly with droplets of her own bodily fluids.

"Hah... there, that ought to do it," he announced, leaning in so the cub couldn't try to squeeze her thighs together after being so thoroughly routed inside her most private place. "I think you're ready to become a real woman now, don't you? We'll make your little bitch of a mommy proud, you and I..." A quick look down at his own genitalia showed a full erection ready and waiting, so he concluded with a cackle, "Looks like I'm ready to go too, lucky, lucky."

—

The 'heavens' may have aligned for Red's greatest enjoyment, but for Hana meanwhile the string of coincidences that had led her to this point was absurd enough that even she was partially aware.  Or rather, she had been starting to notice, before far more important things had swamped basically all of her attention.

Right now, she was not even privy to just how much he was enjoying her; the grown-up who had pursued her and trapped her in a toilet stall only just shy of an incomprehensible monster by dint of their speaking the same language.

And all the while his fingering her thus, hammering in an outside chance of that tiny pussy accommodating an adult member.  And all whilst wrenching out in the most horrible way possible instincts that, just barely emerged, were intended to prepare the little girl for lovemaking.

By the time clawed fingertips reached that even more tightly shut ring of muscle that separated the poor cub's uterus from her birth canal, Hana was something of an incoherent mess.  Screaming and sobbing had meshed into a kind of spluttering wailing, fluids streaked the little girl's cheeks and muzzle... it was unclear if she was altogether there any more, at least without being given chance to come back from the mire of hurt spreading out from her variously wettened crotch.  Perhaps she hadn't quite become lost in the pain, though: if Red was as expert as he seemed, then perhaps those accompanying attentions that bordered on sensual were the thread along which her mind kept some grasp of the moment.

Which was all the worse for Hana.  Yet another horrible part was the way that it started to become bearable, if by bearable one meant 'not mind-shattering unto incoherence'.  By the time those lewd, wet noises had become prominent enough to fill the stall, she had returned enough that the hare's words got through to her, the child's blubbering hitching long enough for her to tear eyes from her wrenched open cunt to meet Red's horrible red gaze once again.  Even if she could only shake her head in response, to begin with.

Which was when he turned his attention to that just-budding little tit, wrapping his mouth around it and closing jaws enough that those same fore-teeth had nearly taken her nipple now began to sink into the flesh beneath that downy white fur.  The skin yielded rather than being pierced to begin with, but it was still enough to provoke a new, terrified, "Hie-!" noise that might have been a word lost in a gasp and shriek competing to be the first out of her mouth before Hana managed to make words again.

"Don't-!" Hana actually all but shouted, although raised like that, the slight huskiness brought on by so long spent wailing in pain became evident.  "Don't bite me!  Please plea-!"

There was the begging again, but this time it didn't last for a different reason: the hare had redoubled his fingerfuck and delivered what was practically a punch to the back of the poor cub's stretched, bleeding tunnel.  She didn't even notice the reprieve given to her tooth-marked little just-breast!  Rather the beginnings of a new shriek twisted into a kind of, "HYIEUKH-!" noise, and the little hybrid lurched in her 'seat'.  Hips jerked lewdly upward in vain effort to relieve the force, thighs locked unto looking like they might cramp, and eyes huge as they stared not-quite-focused on the hand squashed against the softness of her clinging cuntlips.

A shudder... and then something relaxed, and 'poor' Red's speech was potentially spoiled.  A rush of clear liquid suddenly fountained from the tiny hole above the place into which he'd just stabbed more than she would be ready for for a number of years yet.  The consequence of hammering this particular cub's cervix into an agonised parody of an especially lewd, sexual peak.

—

The fountain of urine that escaped the pain and fear-stricken girl, wasn't so much a distraction from what Red had uttered, but rather a convenient opportunity for the hare to wash the blood from his paw as he watched and cackled with amusement. To see Hana's sex organ so abused that she loosed her bladder was something of a blessing; better now than later, after all, when he really got to carving her up.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk, what a filthy girl you are, Hana" he taunted, "You're just lucky we're already in the bathroom, or I'd be very unhappy. That being said... how nice of you to clean me off, but I'm afraid you're already nice and wet inside, so pissing yourself is just going to hurt you more in the long run."

Once the stream had trickled to a pitiful end, Red spread the demi-raccoon's pussy-lips once more, letting the stinging urine dribble inside over the fresh scratches and tears from Hana's forcible preparation for his manhood. Shifting position so his towering, pink spear of a penis was in full view, the hare plopped it down on her belly, lining up his sheath with her clitoral hood, so both Red and Hana could get a clear idea of just how deep the full length would go when he finally put it in.

The raccoon hybrid's only real reprieve was that the hare's lapine member wasn't something as large as that of a canine, but it was still long and wide at its base, and as he pulled back to line up its tip with her opening, it quickly became clear he wasn't going to waste time getting it inside her.

"Now try not to squirm too much, or I might just slip and thrust right into your womb..." he warned as his length slowly slid forward, parting Hana's bloodied little meat curtains and slipping into her vaginal canal with ease at first.

—

Whatever spasm had overtaken the little not-quite-raccoon lasted only fractionally longer than her wetting herself, and she sagged when the tension left her muscles.  For a moment she was almost hanging from Red's restraining hook, the blessedly smooth portion of the metal digging in underneath her jaw.  At least her little accident saved the same purpose for her!  Perhaps not quite so effective as it had been for the hare's bloodied fingers, but a fair bit of the white reappeared as the last trickle from her emptying bladder ran across the girl's nethers.

No response, of course.  Hana was too busy recovering from... whatever one cared to call the little attack that had overtaken her.  There probably were comparisons to an orgasm to be made in the loss of control and how it had wracked her and left her so shaken, but there hadn't been any pleasure.  Just the remnant ache of muscles that had locked too hard, too long.  At least that meant that, once again, that pretty (if blood spattered) chest could be admired heaving up and down before the hare's disturbingly bright, crimson eyes.

Come the new touch to her so-thoroughly fingered little cunt, Hana finally gave Red a response.  A sharp, shallow intake of breath and a jerk back against the cheap porcelain of the toilet seat as he pushed apart those achingly soft folds had just begun to close up again during the lull.  Even as she whined in hurt at the stinging, he'd have his chance to gaze up inside of her, those freshly bright pink - if now thoroughly scored, scratched, and bloodied - insides open up to a glimpse of her still angrily twitching cervix thanks to all the effort he had put into raping her so far.

And then came the soft thwap of that tapering cock against her tummy.  A new twitch, a slightly weak effort to shrink away from it as Hana's eyes came back into proper focus to give her her first real, proper view of a penis.  Sure, the boys at the beginning had been naked!  But even setting aside sizes, they hadn't been like this.

She had never been in any position to admire her own insides, but if the flesh beyond Hana's cunt lips could have been called fresh and pretty, well... Hana got the impression of anger from the phallus that was presently demonstrating the threat it posed to her organs.

Her eyes snapped away from that looming, lapine cock and back up to Red's when he spoke again.  The fear was slightly different, this time, even as she drew in another shallow breath for the feel of him sliding it down her tummy, over the hiding place of her still-hooded clit.

"It ..." her voice broke, and she gave a sniff before she tried again.  "I-it's too big.  It'll hurt."

Hana wasn't broken, but in the moment at least there was an understanding of how helpless she was, and the pain of his smooth, pink flesh sliding over hers was just enough to ensure that that was absolutely clear without muddling things further.  The feeling of his tip brushing up against, and then between her inner labia earned a whine, and Hana's eyes were dragged back down again.  Seems she couldn't help but watch as her first cock began its passage up toward her womb.

—

The hare couldn't help but let out a twisted chuckle when Hana found her voice to offer the most meager opposition to his intention to brutalize her little cunt. Perhaps even now she still clung to some hope that he might go easy on her–and if Max had been in charge, she may well have gotten lucky in that regard, like Eiko had. But Red had other plans, and more importantly, a need for release.

For a moment, the buck loosened the hook around Hana's throat so he could grasp her head with his still piss-wet paw as he leaned in close. Meeting her frightened blue-eyed gaze, with his mirror-opposite red, like portals into a hellish realm of nightmares and misery, as he stated simply, "The pain is the point, my dear... but don't worry. I won't let it kill you just yet..."

The loop of metal around her neck tightened again as the hare leaned forward and proceeded to push past the half-way point, where Hana's loosened, but still tight little orifice, began to offer greater resistance. The truth was, the girth of Red's manhood was at least three fingers round at its base, but that was too much for the young demi-raccoon to take so suddenly, so she ended up only partially prepared to accept his full length.

That wasn't really a concern to the homicidal lapine however. As long as she didn't suffer too much damage from his overzealous sex-drive, she'd be able to entertain him for a few more hours yet. So he proceeded to force her little canal wider with a sharp thrust, driving him deep enough to stab the girl's cervix, holding her in place in case she struggled.

When he started to pull out, after checking to make sure he'd gone in all the way, he could clearly see the bloodied and pale flesh clinging tight to his cock and inverting ever so slightly before he pushed back in again.

"You want me that badly, huh?" he commented tauntingly, "Well, I won't refuse, but tell you what, you just let me know when you think you're about to die, hm...? Otherwise, I might not be able to control myself."

A dark, ominous chuckle rumbled out of the hare as he shifted into position for a proper rutting. With the toilet reservoir supporting one arm and his meat-hook restraint, Red propped himself up on one leg and a knee on the toilet seat as he lifted the little cub and forced her to fold in half. Both of her legs were helplessly spread around him as he grabbed Hana's chest with his free paw and dug his claws in to distract her arms just before beginning a rhythm of thrusts. They started slow but quickly increased in speed, with each motion driving his full length into her body, forcing that abused sleeve of flesh to stretch to its limit while the tip of his penis played a game of darts with her tender little donut of a cervix.

—

Indeed, perhaps it was all the more fun for her final partner in the producers' twisted little reality show, but Hana could not entirely escape the tiny hope that Amber had planted in the back of her mind.  Consciously or not, Hana had spent the past week convincing herself that hoping for the reprieve her friend of a week ago had tried to offer would only undermine her own hope of escaping.  But despite all that effort, Amber's little, unwitting cruelty had still had its effect, and become one more little thing keeping Hana in the moment and not truly, properly resigned.

Releasing her head from the hook... again, that did not give Hana hope, but the little extra freedom did prime some part of her to twitch back toward an awareness of how she might flee.  And consequently, it also served to ensure that she paid attention as the nightmare figure spoke to her again, even if the only response it earned him was a dumbfounded sob.

Back went the hook, a tiny noise of hurt from Hana for having the smooth metal jammed back against her neck and jaw.  It probably wasn't cold anymore; too long pressed against the pale flesh beneath Hana's grey fur.  Microscopic mercies.

And then in he went.  The tapering shape had meant that until that halfway point, the penetration had almost been comfy, with the pain coming only from the brush of Red's cock against her hurt, stretched insides.  As well as the simple violation of having such a horrible grown-up poking a piece of himself Hana did not even want to see up inside of her.  Now the breadth of his shaft had caught up with her, her barely-stretched-enough little slit embracing it completely.  And then, as it went further, snugly.

Hana breathed in sharply, the breath shallow and shaky as the persistent hurt pitched higher, gritting her teeth and whining against them as he sank further and a part of her wondered if it was ever going to end.  She certainly couldn't see if it was, her eyes had screwed shut as her delicate little body bowed underneath him, useless instinct to somehow reduce how far he could get up inside of her.

Her hands were raised as well, pressed against his torso as if in the beginnings of trying to beat against him... but for now, it was just pressure.  Firmer and firmer as she tried ever so hard to make her breath stay steady, and then simply to keep her voice in check.  She was perhaps... two thirds?  Three quarters? penetrated when the noises began again, those desperately checked little, "Nh-nh, nnh -" sounds that each came with their own little twitch, or jerk, or -

Or Red made that final, viciously sharp thrust, and it all seemed to happen at once.  One moment he was still not entirely inside, the next his hips were flush with his little victim's where they were twisted out to her sides, those puffy, bloodied little folds wrenched open around his meat.  And something had given.  Hana felt it separately at first, a sense of not being right down there even as the narrow tip of the hare's length bashed against her cervix and made the child buck once in his grip; that same reflex had had her wet herself moments before but now with no more to eject.  Only then did the hurt catch up, and perhaps the realisation that she had ripped.

It was only a little, just enough that, smooshed against those squishy, immature cunt lips, Red's hips made Hana's folds open just a little further than they ought, lewdly offer the nariest glimpse from an angle should not quite have worked of her bright-pink flesh stretched tightly around his based.  And despite all her efforts, the scream came out of her like a thing forcing its way, the little girl's eyes reopened and huge at the sight of the new trickle of blood that ran along the top of her first dick and then off down one side.

It was one of the loudest yet, probably not a comfortable sound to have near sensitive lapine ears, but even that wouldn't be a problem given the way she choked on it when he pulled back and seemed about to take her inner labia with him.  They slid back up Red's cock, earning an almost ugly sounding little, "Hhhhkh-!" noise from Hana as she watched him leave.

He was talking to her.  He was talking to her again and the hurt and just how much space it was eating up in her mind made her look up at the hare in confusion.  What did he mean she wanted him?  No doubt there was a jibe Red could make about Hana's intelligence, were he aware just how long it took her to realise he was just being mean.  So Hana just looked uncomprehendingly up at him for a long moment.  She was just beginning to shake her head back and forth in idiot denial when he started manoeuvering himself, forcing her to produce a new, really quite cute-sounding squeal of confusion-turning into hurt as he forced the girl less than half his size to fold up around the member was keeping her insides from bending as they ought.

And just how naughty it must have looked!  Folded up like that, with her cute little butt lifted up off the seat and tail narrowly avoided hanging into the bowl by simple virtue of being too long, gravity was all that was needed to make her knees hang a little lower and the pretty, slightly bloodied hybrid was practically presenting her pussy to her rapist.  Legs were cracked almost straight out both ways and hanging down just a little in spite, and her pelvis was hiked just right to highlight the faint swell of her juvenile mons.

And then in once more.  A new scream, this time cut off in a choke as he once again slammed against her tight-shut womb and drove-stretched her cervix up the last little needed to get his entirety into her too-shallow cub passage.  She might have fought him then, even seemed to raise her hands to begin to hit, but then claws had sunk into the budding softness of her chest and made the choking sound gain a high-pitched edge, both her paws snapping to grip at his wrist while the hare really started to get himself up a rhythm.

Even her screams came out jerky, bouncing with every time he thrust back in and banged her  shoulders audibly against the toilet bowl.  Clunk clunk clunk and, "EEAA-AA-AA-AAH-!" and the poor little girl's increasingly bruised cervix maybe just starting to think about buckling.

—

As Hana's screams and cries began to sync up with his borderline ruthless thrusting and heavy panting and grunting, a bizarre symphony of pleasure and pain filled the room, all in time to the plap plap plap of pelvis to pelvis. The fluids building up between the pair made it all the more sickening and exhilarating to listen to, knowing it came from the brutal defloration of his latest victim. Much as the poor mix-breed wept and shrieked in response to having her insides skewered by his spear of a member, he still wanted more. To get even deeper. As such, his thrusts grew more forceful, more eager. More violent.

Eventually, Red had contorted his little sex-toy into a painful position that forced her to stare at her own belly as thrust after thrust began to produce a growing lump in her gut. With one paw still clawing Hana's chest to keep her arms distracted, the hare simply dropped the meat-hook to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment as he loomed over the hybrid and forced one of her legs toward the ceiling.

With hips spread even wider now, Hana had no recourse but to lay there against the toilet seat as Red pounded as hard and fast as he could with the help of gravity. Both their loins were splattered in a diluted crimson, a mix of blood and lubrication, but from which partner who could really say. Needless to say, they were making a mess of the floor beneath them.

Only after several minutes of failed attempts, in which Hana's poor little cervix was delivered a devastating amount of abuse, did Red finally succeed in his intended goal, despite his earlier comments. Piercing her womb was the whole point, really, and when he felt something pop inside the suddenly hysterical girl, he knew he'd done it. In his new position it was both easier and a little harder to keep Hana from overreacting, but it was difficult to focus with that beet-red little donut squeezing the tip of his penis so hard.

Suspecting that the demi-raccoon might take that moment to beg for mercy, he leaned in sharply and trapped her open, screaming muzzle in another kiss, effectively stifling any complaints for the time being. While he had her occupied, Red began to move his hips again, pressing inward and applying pressure to her cervix, trying to squeeze more of his meat through. Clearly it was going to resist him greatly, though, so he pulled back again and resumed his thrusting once more, slower, but no less driven to widen that aching hole that was never meant to be opened this way.

—

Not long before Red found a way to make Hana look even more perverted, her voice failed her.  Partly it was just from having spent so long screaming, but primarily she just couldn't get the breath.  What little she could drag into her lungs with the horrible way the hare had bent her in half was used up just as fast in the keening noises came of trying to scream on inadequate air or simply having it hammered straight back out of her again.

So, when he hiked her leg up thus, forcing it ceilingward and further contorting her young body around the invader that kept trying to stab at her nose as every thrust drove it up to bump from her tummy, Hana's lack of breath for screaming leant an almost consenting air to the picture.  At the most brief of glances.  Nobody would have mistaken it of course, but the frankly pornographic posture into which the not-quite-raccoon had been twisted and the lack of typical cub-being-raped noises might have led to one of the crew doing a quick double take.  Just to make sure Hana was really suffering as she ought be.

It wouldn't be a surprise if some of that mess was finding its way to other places as well, but the choke-bawling cub was far too busy trying to keep Red's claws from slashing away the flesh around her nipple to worry about any accidental facial to mix with the mess of tears already matted her cheeks.  And her ability to scream was only further compromised by the sheer depth to which he was violating her.  Every impact against her cervix was agony, but every third or fourth seemed to find that magic angle, provoking a new lurch, a new grey-ness to Hana's complexion, and those same convulsions had preceded the child wetting herself all over his fingers.  The difference was, this time, Hana's bladder was empty unto only the most occasional trickle and those convulsions were a vicious, unwitting bonus to the tightness trying to wring Red's dick away with every stroke.

But despite it all, the poor little ring of muscle guarding her perhaps just-about-ready(insofar as it even mattered) uterus was losing the fight.  Bruised, battered, perhaps it was that same angle as seemed to steal all of Hana's muscle control, because the next time he hit it something did indeed give.  The sensation was very much like a tangible pop, and there came another of those moments where everything happened at once.  The bulge in Hana's tummy was slightly bigger, the convulsions were once again strangling Red's cock, the spasming was making it look like Hana was trying to ride the penetration, and her eyes almost seemed bugged as they gazed down at the site of the latest violation.  Tears pouring down her cheeks to wash away the splatters of their coupling, and all while her mouth worked like she was trying to scream, or swallow, or...

"Y-"

She really might have been about to try to beg again!  Or perhaps just another of those stupid statements of the obvious her mind seemed to fall back on when given no other recourse.  But either way, he was kissing her again, and now there was no twisted memory of Principal Walker to blunt the assault.  His forced kiss had been a violation, and Hana had felt awful afterwards, but his touches and the closeness and ... everything had been a strange sort of awful.  This was pain, and when the scream finally spluttered out it was lost in the hare's smothering mouth.

But that was enough to break one small spell, her hands were free of the one clawing and shove-beating at his chest instead.  A good match for his trying to drill deeper, though!  That made it seem like Hana's eyes wouldn't close ever again, all while her cervix wrenched slowly open for the increasingly wide tip working its way up into her womb and the muffled scream shifted almost guttural with the depth of the hurt.

—

With the ever increasing intensity of his copulation with the unwilling cub, Hana's loins squeezed tighter and tighter around his manhood. It had already begun to ache after sinking all the way in, but now it throbbed as much from his own racing heartbeat as from the pressure. Surely the hybrid didn't think she could force him out of her, but it certainly hurt and began to show on his face as Red grunted and huffed with muscles tense to the point of quivering with the effort to both violate and restrain his mate.

With his muzzle against hers and their gazes meeting however, it was clear the hare wasn't bothered by the struggle he was undergoing. All that mattered was his goal. Deeper. Deeper. Each thrust grew more insistent, and her failing cervix began to yield bit by bit, all to a muffled screeching that thankfully spared Red's ringing ears from further assault for a time.

Slowly but surely the hare felt that tight ring of pain creep down his shaft, which only hurt more, but the discomfort only further motivated him. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, Red pounded against Hana's blood-soaked mound, huffing louder and groaning from the effort as his organ rocked back and forth, trapped inside that stretching donut, until finally it lodged itself halfway.

By then Red could feel the opposite wall of the girl's uterus mashed against the tip of his penis, producing a rather pronounced mound in Hana's belly as the hare suddenly broke the kiss and reared up to exhale loudly in exhaustion. He had to pause for a moment to gather his senses as the tension of the little raccoon mix's cervix, currently stretched excruciatingly around the middle of his cock, was already beginning to cut off circulation.

"F...ffffuck..." he grunted in between breathless pants as the paw digging into Hana's chest finally loosened.

Repositioning it to grab a fistful of chestfur, Red tried to pull back only to find out, amidst an ear-piercing response from Hana, that he was pretty firmly lodged.

"Well that's not good," he commented calmly, chuckling as he stared down at the poor demi-raccoon who likely couldn't even see him, much less the disturbing mound in her abdomen, through all the tears, "It would seem I'm a little stuck at the moment. Turns out you're much tighter than I expected, but don't you worry. I have a guaranteed solution."

The vagary of the solution was intentional, since it simply involved continuing like normal. So once he'd assumed the ideal position for thrusting again, he did exactly that, hard and fast, only now in both directions with equal force.

—

It was unlikely that Hana was thinking, not in any detail, and at least not about anything but the searing agony that was spilling from the stretched-thin walls of her vagina.  And in truth, Red's ill-fitting penis had already gone well past any reflex that had been trying to keep him out, too.  Now the resistance was entirely a result of his own efforts to rape much too deep into a screeching little girl's unprepared little cunt.

Indeed Hana's addle was only worsening.  Pain, the inability to get all the air she needed first through her stubborn insistence on continuing to scream while she had her insides cracked open... and now the kiss.  It was more than just a horrible extra violation, Red's forcing his mouth against her tiny muzzle had smothered the remainder of her being able to breathe.  Of course she still had that cute little nose exposed through which to drag breaths, but between hurt, and position, and the beating almost against her diaphragm from below and sheer proximity forcing her to share breaths with the murderous hare?  It ought be no wonder that even as their eyes met, he'd be able to see that they had started to glaze a little.

Not that her abused little body was not happy to continue its stimulating resistance all the same!  That initial try at pulling back out from the crushing grip of her cervix around Red's midpoint almost seemed to be trying to bring her womb with him, if only for a moment before he was so obviously stuck.

The kiss parted, and for the longest moment Hana was unresponsive.  Not unconscious!  But the sheer... everything.  The beginnings of hypoxia, the agony threatened to swallow all of her perceptions - just for that little drawn out moment, it would not have been incorrect to describe the injured child and her slack-jawed expression as 'fucked stupid'.  Even if the method had differed from the usual.

Gripping her chest like that made her stir a little.  It wasn't less pain, but at least it was different, something to give her a little kick and prompt Hana to gasp deeply instead of those mindless little pants had been sustaining her since she'd been allowed proper air again.  Her eyes even refocused!  Although that only meant they locked once again on the disturbing lump bulging from her lower tummy.

She had just started to emit a keening noise, like the precursor to a particularly hysterical round of bawling, when he thrust once more.  The result was an, "Eee-ukh!" noise, and suddenly once again the bulge was worse and Hana had the look of a little girl who had just been punched in the stomach.  Which probably wasn't far off.

Over and over Red's efforts to fuck through the tension from her cervix thudded the wind out of her, but slowly, ever so slowly, it began to work.  Whether something had started to tear, or by some miracle the earlier beating had tenderised the muscle enough that it could start to yield, the hare was starting to have some success in resuming his rape!  Even if every time he ploughed high enough to stab the top of Hana's womb with his tip, her face greyed and eyes bulged precipitously.

—

Although Hana's change in complexion and unfocused wide-eyed stare hadn't gone unnoticed by the hare, he was also at the same time, far too close to climax to just stop now. So rather than ramp down his abuse, he ramped up, suddenly and inexplicably, but only for a few moments. That was all it took to put Red over the edge as that tight little donut served at the perfect stimulation for his burning hot erection.

With a few final, pointed thrusts that horribly extended Hana's no doubt bruised abdomen, the buck drove his length as deep as he possibly could, eeking out a few more millimeters' distance before all the cum he'd been holding back came rushing out in three, fiery hot bursts. The first was almost enough to fill the confined space all by itself, but the second caused the demi-raccoon's uterus to swell, and the third filled it even further, until it bulged noticeably.

Once Red had milked every last drop he could, he inhaled sharply and jerked back hard on his own organ as hard as possible. Thankfully, his semen helped to lubricate that stinging, throbbing donut of flesh enough that it promptly ejected the hare's foul manhood and sealed up tight behind it, trapping all of that hot, salty fluid deep inside her uterus.

As soon as he felt himself pop free, the buck pulled all the way out and lurched to his feet suddenly and awkwardly. Panting as he caught his breath, he struggled to keep his knees from buckling as he let the girl fall how she may in the aftermath of so deep and brutal of a sexual experience. Still gulping for air himself, he chuckled and commented on the stupefied look she wore.

"Hah... haheh... what's the matter, did I fuck you silly?" he snorted, leaning against the stall wall as he watched and waited for a reaction. He was too exhausted himself to immediately check for lifesigns, but the slightest pang of worry made him reach out and slap her cheek when she failed to respond initially.

—

Fortunately, those last few moments were a lot clearer!  Hana was certainly battling with a fog all the while, but Red letting her have back the use of her mouth had made all the difference, and even crumpled for ease of raping as she was, every breath was another step back towards full cognisance of the horrible situation.

And that was awful.  She hadn't been able to escape, but increasingly it had been difficult to feel as if she were truly present, as the hare kept her pinned against the cistern, continued to run her through with a shaft that she was convinced would stab up through her chest or something similarly awful at any moment.

Then came red's peak, and unlike Hana's painful ghost-orgasm of the beginning of her rape, his was obviously both satisfying and productive.  The new noise was a short little shriek, as if more horror at seeing her little tummy begin to swell so.  And then further.  One hand dropped from its clenched pressing against Red's front to clutch at her own, a whine of discomfort as another shot, another little swell that lifted the hand she was using to touch herself.

But, away she drifted again, however briefly.  When she came back, Hana was no longer where she remembered!  He'd dropped her, let her plunk down on the toilet seat and then slide to the tiled floor.  So the hare might have to bend down pretty far as he reached to smack at her face and, "Wuh-?"

Idiot expression again.. But only for a moment.  The next shriek was just fear as the face of the lapine had hunted and raped her swam back into view, the little girl scrambling back the little distance she had behind her on the ground.

But, still, between him, and the agonising sensation of weight and being all twisted deeply open...

"My... my tummy..." with the slightest hiccough in her voice as she felt at where she'd been raped; first the little swell of the cum was no doubt already looking for an egg to wastefully claim, and then the bloodied, spread-open little mess between her legs.

—

"Theere you are," he cooed as Hana drifted back to consciousness, only to scream at the sight of him.

Red's reaction was simply to grin with satisfaction as he loomed over the cub laying on the floor. Having crouched to reach her, his penis was a prominent feature in the visual she'd awoken to, still stained red with blood and dripping fluids that were at least partially his seed now. They even landed on the floor near her head before the sudden panic drove her to the opposite wall of the narrow stall in a blind terror.

Though she was still in reach, and Red could've grabbed her at any moment, he instead remained crouched with legs spread to show off the manhood he'd brutally raped her with while she struggled to come to grips with that fact. He couldn't help himself, nor could he stop grinning so twistedly from ear to ear. When she finally spoke up in the most cute and pathetic manner, and clutched at her belly, his smile finally retreated enough to speak.

"Yes, that's right.. It's packed full of my seed. Couldn't help it really, you practically sucked it right out of me, hahah... too bad, though. I don't think a mix-breed mutt like yourself could even carry my child. Not even if your pops was a hare like me. Something about hybrids, I guess. Makes them infertile. Worthless. But you still have some uses..."

As he spoke, Red reached for the meat-hook he'd so cruelly discarded earlier, picking it up delicately, dusting it off and cradling it as if it were alive, before threading his fingers around the handle again.

"Like experimentation... for example what might happen if I shoved this up inside you instead of my dick, hm..?" Up until that moment, Red had been eyeing the weapon in hand, running a finger up to the tip of the tool's deadly-sharp point, but suddenly his red-eyed gaze shifted to Hana and narrowed with villainous intent.

"Perhaps that'll be our next game. When I catch you again," he said flatly, and yet, somehow it rang with such a terrifying warning.

Whether she picked up on it right away or not, Red boldly raised the hook into the air, catching the light just as he swung it down at the demi-raccoon, aiming to scratch the nearest limb he could reach as proof he wasn't playing around. At least, not in the sense he wasn't willing to inflict greater bodily harm if she didn't move.

—

Hana continued to gaze up at the vicious hare as he crowed over her, still taking her long moment to come back.  It didn't help that he adopted such a gentle tone, the little girl returning to full consciousness with the bleary laziness of a woken from nightmare.  Sure the girl had not quite gone so far that drifting back, she actually imagined she was safe, but that was the chain of states that led her to shriek in renewed, sickened terror and clutch at herself as the hurts all began to reassert themselves at once.

For a long moment, her eyes were even locked on the bloodied malehood he had used to give her her first time.  He was a good couple of phrases into his self-congratulating post-creampie speech when her eyes finally found their way back to his face again.  There was... a flinch there.  As if through all the pain and terror and the slowing layers of trauma, Red had managed to find something else with which to poke at her.  Maybe Hana did not even realise, but on some level, there was a little fear that she might never get to be a mother someday, like she had heard grown-ups discussing how common barrenness was in crossbreed girls like her and the thought had wormed its way deep.

Never mind whether it was true.  Hana might have been entering her very first cycle - she had the signs of readiness; the cute little starter-tits, and those pretty hips of hers.  Red's semen might right then be burrowing into a discovered ovum in one more quiet, unnoticed rape, and neither of them would have a clue.

But instead of dwelling on unacknowledged insecurities, Hana gave a new little squeak of fear, cringing back into her useless hiding place practically tucked between the toilet bowl and the wall of the partially wrecked stall as Red reached nearer.  Did it cross his mind that he'd forgotten about it given the tenderness with which he'd held it before, busy as he had been with the peak of raping the gray-furred little mongrel-child?

Hana's mind meanwhile offered the wonderfully helpful thought - as the razor tip of the hook rose up past her fast - that she could have grabbed that.  It had been right there in reach, closer to her than to him.  That earned another heaving little shake of a sob before she was gazing up at the hare, and his resumed tender performance with the impractical but terrifying weapon.

He asked his question, and Hana had finally caught up enough, reclaimed enough breath to process and understand.  And so she answered with a gasping, horrified sob at the idea of his driving the tool up her still-bloodied, still hurting little cunny.  Her eyes were, once again, huge at that possibility, and one wonderful feature of the little not-raccoon's eyes in such moments was just how reflective they were: Red could perhaps see the glinting metal hook clearly in her eyes as he lifted it, and for a long moment Hana could only stare.

Until it came down.  The nearest limbs, thanks to how she had tried to shuffle away on her behind, were her legs, but with the downswing something snapped inside Hana, and this time to her benefit.  The fluffy, blood-and-other-fluids-spattered little cub jerked, twisted, instinct driving her to scrabble for the gap beneath the stall divider.

If Red was quick, maybe he could still correct himself and get her with the hook - the new position momentarily brought Hana's shoulder closer than anything else after all.  If so, then there was that sensation of barely-penetrated skin and the quick rip of the hookpoint slicing itself free - and the hurt little shriek of a little girl had just received a shallow (and so in a way, especially painful) little slash.

Nonetheless, that didn't stop whatever was driving her.  Once again, that cumbersome tail was the last extremity out under the divider, Hana scrabbling on all fours for the flimsy door that Red had opened during his cruel little hunting game that seemed like forever ago already.  If she made it, then on just faintly skidding paws Hana ran for the door led back out into the corridor.  Sure, a pang of complaint from her violated insides like a kick practically tripped her up on the way, but somehow that same overriding instinct to run turned it into a mere stumble.

Whether the door was still open for her (he'd been pretty rough with it) or not and Hana had to pull it open herself in a moment she was sure she'd feel herself grabbed in, she was soon out into the halls once more and, once again, running as hard as she could.

It was a good quarter minute and a rounded corner later before the next pang of complaining hurt from between her hips.  And this one did floor her, knee buckling and one foot practically tripping over the other as she went down with a startled-upset cry.  She even lay there for a second!  A picture that would have been funny, all face-down-butt-up and tail in the air, but for the mess she presented to the corridor behind her.

A whine.  Someone was gritting her teeth!  And tearful little girl had managed to get her hands back underneath herself, her feet after that.  The tiny interlude had been enough to ground her again, just enough to realise she should be trying for discretion at any rate.  Still fast, but now her footsteps were quieter - with the added benefit of no longer being so hard and fast as to wrench around newly raped intimates.

—

The hare's expression had twisted into a visage straight out of a nightmare, a menacing glee painted across his entire face as Hana frantically dodged his first swing. All of his power had gone into it too, as evidenced by the toilet bowl shattering from the impact. However, it helped him rebound and redirect the momentum into a second swing that scored a grazing hit to the quasi-raccoon's right shoulder.

Judging from the scream and the minimal spray of fur and blood that followed, Red had only broken the skin, despite aiming for a more substantial injury, but when he stood to chase after the hysterical cub the hare found himself immediately slipping in the puddle that had suddenly gathered at his feet.

"Fuck–!" he snapped uncharacteristically as he landed flat on his ass, wedged between the toilet and stall wall. You win this round, gravity, he huffed, taking his time to climb back to his feet.

On the bright side, at least he wasn't wearing anything besides his tie, which he took the time to straighten after his unsightly spill, but now he had extra aches and pains he didn't really want to deal with. By the time he exited the stall, Hana had already reached the door to the girls' bathroom, but it was heavy for a cub to pull open, giving Red time to close the gap.

As he bore down on her from behind, the hare raised his meat-hook again, now freshly christened with a single trailing drop of cub blood, intending to slash her from shoulder to shoulder. However... just as he swung down, Hana mercifully slipped through the door in the nick of time, his hook missing by the narrowest of margins and striking the wall behind her with the same shattering force as before.

Damn. Missed. Red tugged on and twisted the meat-hook until it ripped free of the wall, sending chunks of tile and grout scattering across the floor as he opened the door and followed after his fleeing prey. He made sure to turn off the light behind him, which inevitably left him blind in the dark. Unlike a predator, his night vision was weak. Hana, with her mixed lineage, likely had a leg up in that regard, but the hare took full advantage of his own strengths.

Listening quietly to the sound of retreating footsteps, he quickly discerned which direction the demi-raccoon had taken off in, and swiftly followed suit. If he understood the school's layout correctly, she'd fled in the direction of either the gymnasium or the nurse's office. Though both were a locked door and a sprint outside away, Hana could always break out if she got desperate enough.

As he walked in darkness and listened to the silence, broken only by the faintest sounds made by Hana and himself, there was also the light pitter patter of rain as the heavens above began to weep, probably in sorrow for the life he sought to take, or perhaps merely to wash away all trace that it had ever existed. Either way, it ended up getting loud enough to interfere with his hearing, making it impossible to track the hybrid by sound. So instead, he started to taunt her.

"You know, I gave it some thought, kid. I think it's pretty obvious what this thing would do to your sad, little pussy. It'd destroy it! More than my dick ever could. Not that I'm not willing to test that theory...! But I think... first I'm going to see just how much that cunt of yours can take before it splits apart. Then... I'm gonna RIP it right out of you!"

As his threats escalated, Red approached the bend in the corridor where he assumed Hana had ducked out of sight. However, as he suddenly rounded the corner at the climax of the speech, he couldn't see anything to process in the pitch darkness of the hall. Raising his head slightly, he sniffed the air and growled as he took a step forward. Still effectively blind, he only had close-range hearing and his sense of smell to find her. Thanks to the storm, he'd even lost what little advantage the moonlight had given.

"I know you're theeere..." he sang creepily, letting out a giggle that only heightened the creep factor, "And I'm going to fiiiiind yoou..."

—

It was blind panic's fault, but Hana had broken her own little unacknowledged rule about no classrooms.  She wasn't about to do something as stupid as trying to hide underneath a teacher's desk again: sure, that was good for being out of sight, but ever since her encounter with Bryan, Hana was also painfully aware that it essentially meant cornering oneself.  But unaware that she had the advantage of at least some limited vision over her pursuer (she was under the impression Red could see as much, if not more, with those bizarre and awful eyes), Hana's largely instinct-driven flight wanted her out of the corridor and its long, open sight lines.

She at least still had enough wits about her, despite spikes of hurt from inside in addition to the persistent, burning, ache, to not go for the very first door off the hallway that presented itself.  Indeed she actually managed to restrain herself until the third after the bend she had bolted into, though whether that delay gave Red any chance of immediately knowing where she had gone, despite the rain beginning to beat down outside...

Nonetheless, once she was out of the hallway, and the screaming sense of vulnerability, Hana could take stock.  If only a very little bit.  She was still breathing hard - harder than necessary really, after everything she had already been through.  And it hurt.  Somehow she had managed not to acknowledge the worst of it while she had been 'running', but now that she could stop for a moment the lingering agony...

And that was just the physical.  Could Red have any idea that thanks to the rain and the dark slowing him down, Hana was having a moment in which she could really come to terms with how much trouble she was in?

This wasn't just the looming knowledge of being 'flunked out'; this was knowing full well she was separated from her friends, would not be seeing them ever again, and trapped and alone with someone who very, very obviously wanted to hurt and kill her and would take great pleasure in so doing.  Had already taken great pleasure therein: she was carrying around the evidence sealed in her battered little womb.  And while the poor little ten year-old didn't have a complete grasp of the nuances, she was still painfully aware that the monstrous hare had poured something in that she now had to carry around with her, and between the weight of it, the sensation of there being far too much forced up in there, and (to her horror noticing again) the way her little tummy continued to bulge ever-so slightly, the discomfort was much more than sensation alone.

For a long moment, it almost got the better of her, and Hana sniffed back hard on the urge to just burst into wailing tears.  She even scrubbed the back of her forearm across her eyes - for all the good that did at this point - and then clutched just below her shoulder for how doing that hurt her where the hook had slashed its shallow, vicious line.  It wasn't even some heroic resolution that kept her going at that point, more just a little part of her that stubbornly wouldn't quite accept.  She looked around the classroom for... something.  Anything.

This was the same line of reasoning she had been through the last time she had tried to hide in a classroom.  The cupboards along the wall were no good, they'd be full of shelves that would prevent even a particularly small cub from squeezing in.  Maybe Eiko could have...

Hana shook her head at the drifting thoughts.  She didn't know anything about dissociative trauma, either, but she knew that those thoughts wouldn't help, no matter how much it made the inside of her skull hurt to shake them away.

Which was when she caught Red's voice.  Awful and singsong and it instantly had the tears pricking at her eyes again as her hands clamped to flatten those slightly too-large ears against the sides of her head before she even thought about what she was doing.

No hiding places.  Her eyes fixed on the windows, but even if she could have opened them, even if she could have broken one of them, there were bars in the way.  Maybe only now did it really start to dawn just what they had meant all along, as her eyes slid off the glass and the view of the rain drumming against it -

... The classroom had another door.  Just for a split second, there was even a little burst of hope that it might somehow lead outside, although even in the mentally shaken mess Hana was, that thought was instantly pierced by logic.  That was a supply closet, wasn't it?

But a hiding place was still a hiding place, and she couldn't go back out into the hall, she couldn't.  So the closet it was, and Hana hurried to try the door and -

For a split second she thought she was out of luck, that it was locked - but then it gave, the ever-so-soft sucking, fabric noise of the draft-excluding little rim along the door's middle starting to move.  And Hana slipped inside.

—

When his taunt was met with complete silence, he knew that Hana wasn't close by and proceeded toward one of the classroom doors. Naturally he picked the closest one, as his limited vision meant following the wall as a guide until he found the door-handle. However, before opening it, he checked to make sure it was still closed; by feel of course. Then he rotated the handle and opened it, listening carefully.

It wasn't a sound he'd heard earlier, but the rain could've easily masked it. When the door closed though, it did so with a loud clunk, despite his gentle approach. No way he would've missed hearing that. So Hana wasn't here. Moving to the next door, Red used the curve of his meat-hook to scrape along the wall as his guide, until he heard the click of wood and stopped to give in a few taps. Groping for the handle of the second door, he quickly confirmed it was still closed and immediately continued to the next.

His theory was sound so far, but he was still assuming that Hana had been too distracted with fleeing to close the door behind her. If she had, then he might well have been barking up the wrong tree now as he reached out for the third door. Doubts were for doubters though, not Red. So rather than ruminate on the matter, he began to whistle a twisted childhood tune. One that might've even been recognizable to the raccoon hybrid, if not for the haunting manner in which he hit the notes.

His creepy lullaby paused just briefly when he finally found the door-handle and pushed to a long, drawn out squeeeak as it swung open. So far so good. Resuming his nightmare-inducing tune, slower and more intensely, Red crept into the classroom Hana had chosen to hide in. Stopping just inside the door for a moment, he blindly felt around on the nearest wall for the light-switch but couldn't locate it in the dark.

Rather than risk Hana slipping out behind him in the interim, Red pointedly slammed the door shut, then located the nearest desk chair to wedge under the door-handle. After that it only took him a few more seconds to find the lights. However, once the room was lit, it was clear, at least initially, that it was empty. For just a moment the hare panicked and his whistled tune nearly faltered as he contemplated racing out of the room to check the others, but then his searching gaze landed on the closet door.

Of course. She wouldn't have been stupid enough to pull the same stunt twice. That said, she was certainly a fool if she thought he wouldn't check in the closet. As he moved toward the rear of the class, Red's whistling grew even more sinister, punctuated by steel against wood as he tapped the hook against each desk in passing. When he finally reached the back, he briefly leaned forward to check under the teacher's desk, just to be certain. Empty, of course.

Red then moved to the door and grabbed the handle, turned it to the rhythm of his musical interlude, and concluded Hana's death lullaby with the door opening to his frightening visage, grinning mercilessly as he sang, "Found you again..."

"Tell me... how do you feel about.. fisting? Don't know what I mean, do you? Allow me to demonstrate...! Come along!" he cackled, swinging the meat-hook down onto Hana's uninjured shoulder and digging it in as he forcibly dragged the cub out onto the floor.

—

Between the classroom door indeed not having closed properly, and the door to her hiding place not being all that heavy even if it did feature the school-standard little seal, the nursery rhyme made it to Hana and prompted her to once more force her hands over her ears.  Even still, distant enough as it was at first that she could smother it thus, Hana's breathing still quickened.

Somewhere in the quiet between choosing her hiding place and the stillness being broken by the whistling, Hana had ended up sat down, facing the door with knees up against her chest almost as they had been during that moment hiding in the toilet.  And as the scraping of the hook on the wall outside the classroom got louder, so too did her breathing only come quicker, almost moreso as she struggled to at least keep it from becoming loud.  The better effort would have been deep and slow, but again, she was just a hapless cub, and one whose horror-trope experience extended as far as a particularly dramatic episode of a children's show.

And then she could hear Red moving around in the classroom outside.  Even before Hana heard that awful hook playing percussion to the whistling, she could feel a choked sensation rising in her throat.  She had been stupid.  She was trapped in a classroom again.  Why hadn't she just kept going?  It didn't matter if trying to run hurt, at least she could have kept trying to keep a distance between the two of them.  The tears were already prickling again while Red was making absolutely sure she hadn't attempted the desk trick again, and while he made his way to the closed door of the supply closet, Hana was looking desperately around the faint outlines of long-abandoned craft supplies for something that might hint at a way out, or a hope or... or anything.

Suddenly that... stuff that he had squirted up inside of her seemed so much heavier.

And that was when Red opened the door to Hana's hiding place, revealing once more the big, tear-pricked blue eyes, the slightly tarnished but still prettily just-curving little grey body, and the tail rested on the floor and wrapped around the whole.  That was the biggest difference from the picture she had presented him with in the toilet stall: the tail was in the way of a proper view of those now-bloodstained, once pure-white folds.  ... Although now there was a glimpse of nipples, thanks to her being so much lower.  Not that Red hadn't seen them plenty already, and was free to view whatever else he fancied now that he'd found the not-quite-hyperventilating little hybrid girl.

She... may have registered what he was saying?  Her eyes were locked on his, however, and even if she had understood, coming up with any kind of response was beyond her even before Red swung the hook.

And this time it landed.  Sadly for Hana there just wasn't time to escape it, not this time.  She might even have tried to, starting to kick her heels against the hard floor of the cupboard and push back with her hands, but the inch or so she bought wasn't nearly enough to stop the hook getting behind her shoulder and...

Well, another new sort of screaming.  Hana had been beaten, 'figged', and now even raped, but even the bit of her nipple or Red's using his claws was nothing on this new cruelty.  Oh the hurt of the chili had been worse perhaps, and the violence of the rape vastly more traumatic, but there was a special sort of violated horror came with the percussive burst of agony as the razor-end of that hook bored into her shoulder from behind, glancing bone and piercing muscle as the little girl was yanked forward.  Even worse, there wasn't time to get her feet under her, which meant Hana's weight shifting around the point as he hauled her out of the cupboard torso-first, grinding sickeningly against bone until it twisted away and dumped Hana bodily at the hare's feet.

With a good view of her back, the injury almost looked neat!  A nice little hole punctured, if quickly starting to fill with red.  The damage was all inside, an ache like someone had lit a fire inside Hana's shoulder.  Even then, her arm still worked; and panic even had her trying to scramble to her hands and knees to make another attempt at getting away!  But Red wouldn't even need to stop her right away, not when Hana gave a new little cry of surprised, stabbing hurt as she tried to put weight on the arm and its injured shoulder.  Something gave instantly, Hana actually banging her face against the floor as her arm collapsed under her - though too near a drop to do her any injury that way, at least.

—

As soon as Hana had cleared the closet door, Red expertly yanked the hook free so that, in fact, she didn't actually end up dangling from it when gravity inevitably took over. The result however, was a grotesque streak of blood that splattered across the wall and closet door, while the poor little demi-raccoon dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

The hare chuckled at the sight before him, casually swinging a leg over to straddle the fallen cub as she struggled to her hands and knees in some vain attempt to keep running. Before he even had to lift a finger to stop her though, the fresh new injury he'd given her did all the work, dropping Hana flat on her face just in time for Red to drop to his knees and sit on her lower back. An action that not only pinned the aching, terrified girl in place, but put considerable pressure on that battered little uterus still full of his seed.

A quick check on the injury, assessed by applying an unhealthy amount of pressure around the area, confirmed he'd punched clean through the shoulder-blade with his attack. Blood oozed aggressively from the wound at his prodding, but it flowed slowly, indicating it would likely clot before she could bleed out in the next couple hours. Good. Plenty of time.

Grabbing Hana by the only shoulder that wasn't effectively broken now, Red lifted his weight so he could force her to roll over and face him. Certainly it was the last thing she wanted to do right now, and therefore it was what he demanded, even going so far as to grip her throat once more as he targeted her with a penetrating glare.

"Before we start your special lesson, I'm going to need you to do something for me," he explained in an ominous tone. "It's nothing crazy or weird, I assure you. I'm just going to need you to taste something for me."

With the position he was currently in, it wasn't exactly hard to imagine what he wanted her to 'taste', but a quick readjustment made sure there was no confusion as his penis plopped onto Hana's collarbone, mere inches from her face. She could surely smell, if not see the half-dried fluids that covered his length, but just in case the young hybrid still didn't get it, Red spelled it out for her, using his meat-hook to get the message across as he rubbed its curve against her cheek.

"Clean it all up like a good girl, and maybe I'll even go easy on you," he lied, blatantly, "But bite and... h'well... let's just hope you don't find out what happens then."

—

Despite the stab of pain from so doing, Hana was actually trying to get up a second time!  This time with... greater care for her deceptively injured shoulder.  Not that she got far, at all.  The little not-quite-'coon had just gotten her good arm underneath her, but before she could actually push to lift herself, down came Red's weight and drove her back against the floor once again.  

Funniest little high pitched 'Ouf-!' as her chest struck the floor, and a hurt little whine followed.  It was almost the least of her injuries by this point, rather than the violence-inducing trauma it had been when it was inflicted, but Hana's teeth-pierced nipple was still there, still hurt when it was pushed against the hard vinyl floor.

Not that it was anything on Red's careless reminder of what he had already done to the poor thing's intimates.  The pressure on Hana's already cum-swollen womb was yet another new and distinct kind of pain, a sort of ache like a fist driven into her tummy in an impact that never quite resolved.  It was just a shame she had so few ways to vocalise all these different hurts!  The best her body could do was modulate that same whine, shifting it to something ever so slightly lower and more deeply discomforted.

Only for the hare to whom she was playing cushion to spoil all that hard work by squashing her injured shoulder!  She probably would have screamed again, or at least shrieked, were he not also squashing the breath from her and giving her so many other hurts to worry about.  As such, the result as damaged bones were moved underneath his concerned checking earned only a small wail, while Hana's fists balled either side of her head where they had ended up rested.

And he still wasn't done!  Yanked by her shoulder and flipped onto her back, the new squeal  almost sounded offended as much as surprised and pained.  Until he dropped her, and then made matters worse by grabbing her by the throat and pressing.

"Hiekh-!"  Choked, wracked, and stymied by the glare that all but pinned her to the floor on its own.  At least he had her attention, this time.  No violation, endless shaking, and near asphyxiation to turn his little toy into an idiot fuckdoll this time.  Which only made it all the worse for Hana when he adjusted himself and flopped his thoroughly sullied cock against the top of her chest.  She actually went cross-eyed!  Before a gasp of revulsion and fright and a jerk as if she had forgotten she was in no position to even begin to scramble backward and away.

The meat hook... Hana went still, breathing quickly, which only further served to force the awareness of what he had pointed at her against her senses.

But again, this time Hana could think.  At least... think enough, with the help of the comparative stillness and Red's giving her the opportunity to wilfully service him rather than just further violence and rape.  And one thing came straight into her mind, almost unbidden.

'Do a good job kids, and maybe you won't end up like Lucy.'

"I-if -" her voice almost hurt to use, Hana had done so much screaming since the last time she had made coherent words.  "If I do good will... will you not k.. kill me?"

She had to swallow, even fight down a couple of hiccuping sobs that made her blood-and-fluids-splattered chest jerk prettily between his legs, before she could get the whole question out.

Even as she asked, she hated the feelings that resulted.  It wasn't so much the hope - that was something she absolutely clung to - but rather the acknowledgement that there was someone worse than the cat that had so violently fingered away her hymen, and that she wanted that promised opportunity to maybe even go to him, and be the girl that he took to keep Amber company.

"I-I promise, I promise I won't bite, I -" gasp, gasp, again trying to force her breaths to come out steady, before another sob stole her words and Hana decided it would be far better to just do as she was told, especially if Red actually did positively acknowledge what she had asked.

So up leaned Hana's head, cringing as that made her injured shoulder shift just a little beneath her.  The narrow tip actually poked her before she could open her mouth, but she hurried to do so, the horrid thing resting against her soft little lower lip for just a moment before out poked that cute little pink tongue.  Flicked across his tip.  And instantly flinched at the taste, even jerked a little, but caught herself.  And as if panicking at the risk of perceived failure, Hana immediately redoubled her efforts, craning her head forward uncomfortably and screwing her eyes shut
as she tried ever so hard to keep her tongue moving clumsily over what she could reach of the hare's cock-tip.

—

Although Red was still thoroughly enjoying just how terrified and afraid for her life Hana was, he remained stoic on the outside this time, maintaining his intimidating glare as the desperate cub, finally able to think clearly in the face of what amounted to her impending doom, sought in some vain hope to be spared the fate that was coming toward her like a freight train.

Surely Hana was hoping that because some cubs had survived their encounters with their rapists, that she might at least get to live, but that was more Max's thing. On occasion Red was willing to take a cub under his wing to raise into a killer, but usually he just preferred to kill them and mail body parts to their relatives. If not for Max having already taken on Eiko as his 'pet', Red might've considered it, but only because the bunny would've earned his wrath instead.

Unfortunately for Hana, Red was in a murderous mood tonight. That said, he wasn't entirely without mercy.

By the time the demi-raccoon had finished her timid plea, even going so far as to promise not to bite, a small smirk had formed on the hare's face. His eyes however remained unchanged. Nonetheless, he threw her a meager bone as he leaned in close, until their noses nearly touched. Opening his mouth, he rested the tip of his tongue on the twitching, olfactory organ and gently licked up toward her forehead before pulling away to answer.

"Well now... that all depends... on just how good you can do..." he teased, suggesting, "Why don't you see if you can make me cum again." In case she was confused he bounced up and down a little to reignite the discomfort in her abdomen, "You know... like before. Think you can suck that hard?"

Whether or not Hana thought she could, she was already moving accordingly before he finished, however her first efforts left much to be desired. From being afraid to touch it, to offering the lightest touch, and then the tiniest tease of a lick. Mind you, it was hot as hell, and all the conflicting personas crammed in his head had a lot to say about it, but most of all, they demanded it continue.

After several moments, Hana's hesitation seemed to trigger a small panic attack, but Red didn't complain since it led to her redoubling her efforts. Unfortunately in her position she couldn't really tackle more than the tip of his manhood. So he gave her another small 'gift' by lifting his weight off her chest and threading a paw through her long, black hair to hold her head up so she didn't have to. Of course, naturally it had a price, that being that Red helped himself to inserting the full length of his penis into her warm, inviting maw.

"That's good, but... if you really want to get me to cum, you're going to have to work a lot harder than that. So here, let me give you a hand," he explained.

—

If Hana had half a glance into what was going on in her co-performer's head...  Well, for Red the entire night would likely be a good bit less fun.

But thankfully, Hana was not privy to the complex inner dialogue that was observing and appreciating everything she was going through!  And besides, she was much too concerned with actually having been given... something, to be worrying about her monster's mental state.  

When Red leant down over her, licked her, of course Hana cringed back a little.  But even that was restrained, as if trying her best, whether consciously or not, extended to accommodating such minor violations as well.

Did.. her eyes just brighten, ever so slightly?

She was already nodding before the end of the question, even if her initial efforts proved something of a disappointment when it came to the actual trying.  And thanks to that momentary panicked realisation that she might not, in fact, be doing even remotely well enough, her efforts had redoubled!  Small tongue worked harder alone at first, licking as far as she could reach, before the suggestion that she actually suck really sank in.

There was another flicker-hesitation, and that was followed by that same, terrified-of-failing burst of effort as Hana actually bucked her head a little higher!  Wrapped small, soft lips around the tip - and it was only the tip thanks to how far she was able to reach rather than any kind of hesitation.

Just as when the hare had forced those kisses onto her, Hana's mouth was warm, and snug even before she set about the effort, that hot little tongue pressed up against his tip even as she hollowed her cheeks with the effort of sucking just as she had been instructed.  The constriction around the lapine tip was immediate, and Hana's face screwed cutely tight both with the sheer effort and just how unpleasant the act clearly was to throw herself into.

That was when she felt his paw, the fingers sliding through that (despite everything) still really quite pretty hair, the raven locks still silky thanks to Hana's continued efforts to keep herself clean.  Someone watching must have thought to comment on the way that she had even washed herself the night before, declaring her to be 'getting herself ready for it' even as she merely continued her routine through that listless fog that had occupied her in the run up to... this.

But however pleasant to touch her hair might be, the hold taken of Hana's head had her eyes pop open to look up at Red once more, a frightened expression flashing across her cute features as he lifted her up by the back of her skull.  Even a little, "Nm-?" begun around his cock!  And that with her tongue still paused, pressed firm against his tip as if to better transmit the sound into his member.

At least... he wasn't angry with her.  Or disappointed.  Or even worse giving up.  In fact there had even been praise!  Hana honestly seemed to be ready to take on board most any instruction (she had temporarily forgotten what all this was a prelude to), even as she felt him sliding more and more of the same member as had been busily violating and filling her womb past her tightly wrapped lips.

It tasted horrible, obviously.  She could feel the lump in her throat as her body rebelled against... everything about the cock she was accepting into her mouth, allowing it to slide onto, over, and subsequently squash down her tongue.  All the while the soft muscle twitched and squirmed against the faint, fleshy ridge that ran along the underside.

Except... he didn't stop.  He didn't stop, and soon his tip was scraping the back of Hana's tongue, and there was the inevitable jerk as her gag reflex stirred.  Jerked, and jerked again, and her face screwed right up once again as all of her effort turned toward behaving herself and not scuppering the chance she had somehow managed to beg.

If she had the freedom of her hands still, they even came up - even the one belonging to her injured shoulder - but rather than resist it was more as if she wanted somewhere to put them so that she wouldn't be tempted.  Of course Hana had not considered whether Red would appreciate having her balled fists pressed gently against his inner thighs, but right then there was increasingly little in Hana's mind besides ensuring she didn't do anything untoward.  Like biting.

Or for that matter fighting him, or giving in to the way her stomach tried to lurch as he made her accept still more.  She had a sneaking suspicion these, too, would have counted as failure states.

But so long as he didn't ram himself into the poor cub's face, Hana actually, just about, managed!  Oh she twitched and jerked underneath him with increasing strength, especially once his cock slid over the back of her tongue... and then he popped into her throat.

"NKH-!" big eyes once more, the girl going stiff.  But some miracle of panic and desperation kept the fight out of her all the same.  Oh in short order the grey-furred little rape victim was shaking, new tears rolling down her cheeks as her little fists pressed ever firmer, her tiny body jerking at less and less lengthy intervals and all while her throat squeezed him.  Not that that was talent.  That was sheer, stubborn reflex trying to reject the invasion, all while looking ever more like something would give at any moment.

But the funniest part?  She was trying to suck.  It was halting, barely contributed, but just every now and then she gathered enough will to make her cheeks cave once more, and there would be a new, agonising pressure around Red's dick as the near-maddened-by-desperation little raccoon-thing tried and tried and tried and almost certainly grew ever closer to doing herself actual harm.

"N-Nkh!  Ngh!  Nh-!" whether the noises contributed anything to the experience or not, Hana had no idea nor intention.  But by dint of the sheer effort to which she was subjecting herself, she was making them all the same!

—

It was a rare treat indeed for the hare to watch Hana struggle as he gradually force-fed her his manhood. From the cute expressions of genuine effort to please him at first, to the increasingly panicked, wide-eyed squirming as his length went deeper and deeper. Though he didn't bat an eye when her paws wedged against his inner thighs, he did take the opportunity to adjust his position slightly. Which unfortunately for Hana, meant he could proceed to drive his dick into her throat.

"Eeeeasy does it," he coached, as much for himself as for Hana, since he didn't want to choke her to death, "Just a bit more aaaand... there. Heh... how does it feel to have my entire cock in there, mm?"

Naturally, the only real 'answer' the raccoon hybrid could offer was the obvious sound of choking, but even amidst that, Red could still feel her trying to suckle on the cruel invader. Tight and hot as the chosen orifice was, it was nothing compared to the frantic girl's clenching suction. And despite the danger of her situation she still hadn't attempted to fight back; perhaps she really thought she might survive if she did well.

Red chuckled as he held her head firmly in place for a few long, agonizing seconds, moaning softly as he enjoyed the spasming of her throat and tongue against his throbbing erection. A little longer, and he probably could've willed himself into a climax right there, but when he looked down at the captive demi-coon, he noticed her eyes beginning to roll back and quickly popped free of her throat so he could breathe.

"Whoops, almost overdid it there," he confessed, "But I have to say, you've got some good suction. Keep that up and you just might succeed..."

Still holding her head firmly, he waited until Hana was no longer heaving for air, and began the swift pumping motion that was required to really please him. Long, deep bobs of the cub's head were necessary but it was unlikely Hana could've achieved it on her own even if she wanted to; which really was a failing condition unto itself in Red's mind, but the girl didn't need to know that.

Once he had a good rhythm going, it was up to Hana to provide the suction and tongue action to further stimulate the hare. Luckily he began to feel her efforts resume now that he wasn't driving his length into the depths of her throat; nonetheless he still came close to stabbing the back of her throat on multiple occasions, stopped only by the desperate clenching of Hana's oral cavity to blunt the momentum.

After just another minute or so of Red's rough, but comparatively less violent jerking of her head down onto his shaft, the hare could feel the familiar heat rising up in him, bringing on chills and tension in his muscles as he inadvertently dug his claws into the back of Hana's skull, attempting to force her down all the way to take his impending load.

The first try failed, thanks to Hana's blockage, but the sudden sensation of hot, salty cum filling her mouth must've startled her, because on his second release, he managed to slip past the cub's defenses and deposit another hot serving of his seed into her throat. Red held the quasi-raccoon there firmly for a few moments, trying to eke out a third helping, but only a meager squirt followed before the hare finally let Hana go.

—

Evidently desperation to please could achieve much, with Hana.  Oh, as it became ever more difficult - both to take more of Red's cock or to breathe - her efforts flagged somewhat.  But not for want of trying!  Rather, more and more, Hana seemed to be putting everything into not doing something even worse than performing poorly... although perhaps she should have counted 'passing out' as a potential bad thing to do as well.

Truthfully though, however inadequate, it ought still be quite the amazing effort!  For a ten year-old sucking her first cock anyway, and covered in the evidence of her first proper rape at that.  Over and over she'd have to abandon trying to lick, or suck, but it was only ever so that she didn't do something unseemly like give in to the impulse that was making her soft little form jerk underneath him so much.  And she always went right back to trying as soon as the fit had passed!  Even gazed prettily up at him intermittently rather than simply keeping her eyes screwed shut, perhaps hoping she might spy some sign that she was doing 'good' as she had promised she would.

Nonetheless, all that trying, all that panicked lack of regard for her own wellbeing... it was taking its toll, Hana's bouts of extra effort increasingly clumsy, increasingly lacking the strength to really perform.  And that was setting aside the way her eyes had indeed begun to lose focus, starting to turn upwards as her service took on an increasingly automated hint and -

Pop.

It was actually audible!  Red withdrawing himself in the middle of one of those moments when she was managing to suck on him, that cute little mouth taking on a lewd aspect as her lips slid back up his tapering cock and away.  And the effect was almost immediate, too!

Even as the hare confessed to nearly having asphyxiated her without intending to, Hana was heaving in a breath, the gulp for air long, and deep... and wet.  She had just spent all that time putting her everything into sucking on him after all, and almost certainly a little fluid still connected him with her mouth unless he did something to break the hanging line.

So it was probably unsurprising when Hana started to cough.  Tear-streaked face screwed up once more as she lay there giving sweet little chokes and splutters and intermittent new, wet-sounding heaves.

... Had she not heard him?  Because with the lapine dick popped free of her aching little mouth, the child emitted an almost pitiable sounding, "Nuh-!" and lurched back upwards, seemingly trying to get her mouth back to the phallus she'd seized on as her lifeline.  "N-nuh I c-" cough! "I can do it I can do ih-"

Oop, back in again.  The suddenness actually made her give a little squeal, the sound vibrating up his length through her tongue as it flailed in panicked pseudo-resistance and her fists pressed once more and firmer against Red's thighs.

But she absolutely didn't resist!  Sure maneuvering Hana's head such that she was clumsily fucking her face up and down meant she had little to spare for industrious licking, but once again, on and off, she was clearly trying to suck!  Maybe she'd taken this onboard as a new chance, because she really was trying to help with her own face-rape, no matter how little difference it might have made.

Especially as Red's assault drew on, and he approached his second orgasm, and it was all Hana could do to keep the panic from winning out as once again she was denied air and was now being used with a firmness that made it impossible to moderate her gagging.  Wet noises, splutters, heaving breaths around cock, and splashes of saliva as the hare forced her over and over to try and kiss the base of his shaft.  But perhaps the sheer mess of trying to suck, or not choke or cry out too much, was a stimulation for him in and of itself?

The first real try to take her face wholly, and Hana made an awful-sounding, "Huekh-!" noise with the withdrawal after he'd battered her throat.  But the second - in he slid once more, and Hana's eyes were huge, the girl shaking around him as her throat spasmed, and she tried so, so hard to lock her jaw even as she felt the splattering of Red's semen into and down the back of her throat.

And, then it was over, and Red let go Hana's head to fall back against the vinyl with a little thud and a wetly choked little cry.  Once again, it was all she could do to heave for air, budding, slashed, pricked little chest rising desperately up and down between his knees.

—

As the poor cub hiccoughed and gasped for air on the floor, Red watched as she gurgled on and let his seed leak out around the sides of her mouth while he casually rubbed his shaft up and down, milking out a few more drops of spunk to strategically drip on her face. Shaking his head like he was disappointed, he shook his member and inspected it.

"Tsk-tsk... You're a complete mess, kid," he commented worryingly, "But... you did at least get my dick all nice and clean, so I won't let my special lesson kill you. Like you asked. That being said, of course... It's about time for that lesson now."

Whether or not Hana had anything to say, or whether she could even speak yet at all, having just choked on and likely swallowed some amount of his semen, Red made his next move. Grabbing the demi-raccoon by her chest, he forcibly dragged her out from between his knees far enough to yank just one of her legs through. Then, in an aggressive maneuver to ensure Hana stayed put, he raised his right knee and let the weight of it drop onto the girl's chest, forcing her to use what little strength she had in her arms to keep him from crushing the air out of her lungs.

Meanwhile, with the cub's legs held apart, he lifted the free limb and forced it to fold the girl in half, partially raising Hana's rear off the floor and thereby giving Red full, unrestricted access to that beat red, slightly stained and no doubt still VERY sore little vagina. Once he had her in position, to where his victim could at best beg for mercy, and at worst, watch the horror unfold, he finally turned his red eyes toward her, looking dead serious despite the unnerving grin he wore.

"Now then... since you were such a good girl before, I trust you can be again. If you're able to let this happen, you might well survive relatively unharmed. That said, before you could only handle two fingers..." he explained, as his free paw set the meat-hook aside and placed a palm concerningly on her bruised mound. "But this time... you'll have to take aaaaaall of this..."

As he dragged out the word, Red raised his paw from her little slit and rotated it for her viewing pleasure, letting the reality sink in. It was a feasible possibility, if perhaps Hana were older and had already given birth prior, but neither were the case here, and beside that, the hare's paw was not petite nor friendly with its claws. A fact the hare was aware of, as he continued.

"Looks intimidating, I know. And maybe you're scared of these too," he offered a flash of his sharp claws, "But since you were a good girl, I'll do you a favor."

Bringing the paw to his mouth, Red leveled each claw between his incisors and swiftly snapped off their tips, thereby blunting the danger, at least in terms of scratches. Nothing could be said for the damage such a large insertion would do, but hey–Red was happy to oblige there as well.

Spitting out the last claw he continued, "And look!"

Suddenly hot spit struck Hana's fragile little twat, before Red's paw lightly slapped it and spread it around as he explained cheekily, "Some lubricant to help it go in, too! Aren't I so nice?"

Without further prelude, the fingering began, as he prodded one inside first to spread the fluid around and refresh the spots that had dried or numbed. Then a second finger followed, doing the same thing. Both squirmed around inside like they were trying to make room, and then naturally a third finger arrived to start cramming itself in. Normally, after giving some time for the swelling to go down, it might have been easier to achieve. Instead, that third finger had a bit more trouble at first. At first. But Red was nothing if not persistent, and his ignorance of Hana's suffering; infinite.

—

The look on Hana's face when, for a moment, Red's disappointed affectation had her thinking that despite all that trying, she had failed to secure his approval and the assurance of survival.  Well, until the last of the orgasm that he was wringing from himself splattered across her face anyway.  It was only a little, blessedly, but even the smallest amount of semen getting into her eye earned a squeal and the reflexive movement of her hand to try to protect it.

"I'm s-!" she almost shouted, desperate in the face of failing - except... then he was relenting?  She hadn't failed?  The situation wasn't the least bit conducive to Hana being happy, but that flash of panic was at least frozen as he kept on speaking.  Her mouth moved - something was wrong there, she was sure of it.  But she couldn't ask, didn't know what to ask anyway, and she had only just gulped down enough lapine sperm as to be able to get the air she needed again anyway.  Her mind was still trying to properly catch up when he started to move her around again.

Hana's first response was confusion - and then an actual 'eek!' sound as he yanked her out from beneath his crotch.  She even managed the start of another sentence!  A, "Wh-?" that would probably have led into asking what Red was going to do... but didn't get any further on account of the knee coming down on her chest and squishing.  Or, very nearly at least.  Both her hands were there by some instinct even if their owner was still too addled, and then it was far too late to do anything but let them be trapped, but at least protecting her from yet another encounter with asphyxiation.

One leg painfully pressed outward, and the other one up, and the next (still ever so slightly wet-sounding) cry from the little girl had less to do with being made to almost do the splits (she was... comparatively flexible!) and more to do with all this posing of Red's little torture toy having inevitably shifted the injured shoulder fit to set off some stabbing echo of the meat hook's snagging her.  But it really was an adorable picture.  Hana pinned, her cute little but twisted into the air by how far her leg had been forced, Red afforded not only a view of her partly-opened-by-the-stretch little cunt lips but also the best view yet of the child's perineum and the tiny star tucked under the mass of striped, slightly-matted fluff extending from the base of her spine.  And the sheer incomprehension in her eyes as Red took the time to explain what he was planning.

'All this'.

She was breathing fast again, beneath his knee.  Little chest almost bouncing with the fearful speed of her breathing as the hare compared his paw to her crotch.  Under normal circumstances he wouldn't even have been able to get the whole hand between her thighs.

"A-and then -"

Hana looked surprised to have spoken, too.  But on realising she had very nearly tried to ask if he would let her go, she actually managed to stop herself.  She had learned quite a bit this evening, and indeed over the course of the show, and some part of Hana evidently knew not only that nothing good could come of suggesting she might go home, it might even scupper her chances of seeing the morning.

... Red was still talking.  And he was biting off his claws.  Confusion came back, until the explanation followed, and Hana gave a little squeak for the feel of his saliva splattered those puffily immature cunt lips and the still, against all odds, prettily pink vaginal flesh within.

"Th-" breath, breath, breath.  "Th-thank y-"

Against all odds, Hana's mind was still settled on compliance, and she had found herself trying to thank the rapist cub murderer for being so considerate.  She didn't even stop herself!  The only reason the grateful little phrase didn't get out was because Red chose that moment to nestle his fingertip in between her folds and instantly provoke a hiss as she sucked in breath through immediately gritted teeth.  Of course she was still sore; she'd been stretched out by her first cock, and more than that thanks to that inappropriate, lapine shape the stretching had been at its worst just inside the poor little thing's vaginal folds.

Not that she screamed.  She was trying so, so, so hard to keep doing her best, just like she said she would and the hare had said would give her a chance at not being killed off after all.

'... maybe you won't end up like Lucy.'

In slid the third finger... or tried.  But Hana's insides were indeed still swollen from the violent fingering, the hare's use of his claws and then that rape with a brutality only the shadiest of porn studios would have allowed.  He was going to have to work pretty hard to crack her open as he had before, and all the while the scream was behind Hana's painfully clenched teeth like a high-pitched whine.  All the while, all that she could do was stare.

—

It was hard to decide what excited him more about the horrendous act he was in the process of committing. From the paling expression Hana offered at the sight of his paw and the realization of where it was going, to the weakly uttered–albeit interrupted–thanks for his 'kindness'; even the way in which she didn't fight it, yet struggled to contain her own agony as little by little his third finger managed to widen the tears previously formed in her vaginal opening. That simple belief that he'd let her live, was enough to let her sit by as his finger finally slid inside to a fleshy tear and a pitifully shrill whine that Hana somehow still managed to keep behind clenched teeth.

After that first restrictive tear gave way, the rest began to follow as Red sunk his first major knuckle into his poor, writhing victim. Of course, his finger-tip was already pressed against her bloodied and swollen cervix, which likely wouldn't release its helping of sperm any time soon, but with his claw clipped, it was far less harmful. That said, Hana had plenty else to worry about in the meantime as a second knuckle popped in.

By now the wet, sloppy sounds emanating from Red's efforts had reached a nauseating volume in the otherwise stillness of the classroom, but he kept on rocking his paw back and forth and wriggling, even folding his fingers in an effort to pull more of his hand into her all-too-small immature snatch. It certainly seemed an impossible task, but judging from the hare's commentary, he seemed to think it was going well.

"Look at that, two knuckles already!" he chuckled, "At this rate I'll be punching your little sperm bag in no time. See that? You can already see it bulging..!"

He wasn't kidding either, with every attempt to drive his fist in up to the third knuckle, the unfortunate little girl's ballooned womb was forced to produce a disturbing bulge in Hana's abdomen, despite her awkward position. Almost worse than that however, was the sight of just how painfully stretched the demi-raccoon's splitting canal was and how tightly it clung to Red's paw whenever he pulled back, almost like it might completely invert itself.

Despite the pain, and whether or not Hana could continue to hold in the agony, Red continued undeterred at a steady pace until a third and finally fourth knuckle and finger could finally penetrate. Then the lewd shlicking and shlopping really picked up. Though his hand was painfully cramped inside that all-too-tight little pussy, he could officially finger-fuck the bucking girl with all four digits. It clearly hurt like hell, but now Red was able to really pick on her clitoris from the inside, while also working more of his palm inside as well. His thumb however, was another story entirely...

—

And Hana kept trying.  She was trying so, so hard to keep biting down on the scream that was trying to scramble out of her throat like a thing all of its own.  Before, back in the toilet stall or even back when Principal Walker had had 'cause' to punish her, she had made cursory efforts at restraining herself for the benefit of some quiet instinct, almost the sense that she would offend someone by making too much noise.  But here?  With Red's promise that if she could just do 'good' and take his whole paw, she might somehow snatch the chance Amber had tried to make for her friends?

It didn't even seem to occur to Hana that Red had never stipulated as such that screaming was off the table; but then, could she really be blamed for a lapse in critical thinking?  She was a ten year-old girl with an adult's paw trying to get inside her vagina.

That first, nascent tear suddenly gave, and the whine behind Hana's clenched teeth pitched up in perfect time with the child bucking underneath the hare's knee with the resulting bolt of agony.  Her eyes had shot wide, and there was a tickle of wet at the corner of her mouth.  Hana had far more important things to worry about than dribbling a little as she bared clenched teeth and kept on trying not to let out the noises she had every right to be making.

All while Red kept on rocking his fingers against the resistance, gaining just a little more territory with every motion, even if they were gains won by beginning to open up one perforation after another in the weeping, keening child's birth canal.

The sheer heat coming off the little girl's brutalised cervix when his declawed fingertip got there was even greater than the warmth enveloping the rest of Red's digits, as if Hana's abused little womb were playing incubator rather than a crude impersonation of a used condom.  And it ought be obvious that Red would need to go to a lot more effort if he ever wanted to see all that semen again.

Every withdrawal that let the hare prepare for another attempt to jam still more paw up inside of her came with a sickening, wet noise as Hana's insides tried not to let it escape, came out along with it a little way before something gave and they slid back up inside once again with a little splatter of fractionally diluted red.  By the time Red cared to point out that it was possible to make out the vague outline of Hana's bloated little uterus beneath the taut skin of her tummy, the sounds had changed as well.  She'd stopped keening.

Instead of the screaming against bared and gritted teeth, Hana seemed to be... to say she was suffering an attack, as such, was probably too dramatic.  But once again her eyes were huge, though rather than reflecting the hare's terrifying red glare or the flash of that awful hook, if anything there was just an absurd glimpse in those dark, pretty - if by now somewhat bloodshot - circles of the distention twisted up to hang not-quite-level with her nose.  And her breaths were coming fast; rapid gulping pants that made her chest bump against her hands and Red's knee where the whole arrangement was trapped.

If anything, the 'breathing' and the ever-so-slightly stupid expression was almost a parody of a more mature female in the throes of trying to slide something out.  By the time he had managed to widen the rents far enough that Hana's horrendously over-stretched cunt could accept a fourth finger, the breaths had shifted again.  The little mongrel girl was shaking with desperate little hiccoughs, spasmic little gulps and always with her eyes staring - although by now they were locked on those pale-taut little cunt-lips, and the horrible way they were cracked open to accommodate the broadest part of Red's palm.

—

As ruthless as Red's efforts appeared to be, he was still keeping a close eye on Hana's physical and mental state; evidenced by occasional side-eyeing away from his task as he worked. The sheer agony was written all over not just the demi-coon's face, but her body language as well, as she lurched and shivered and watched in utter horror as he stretched her once tiny little slit, to what seemed like unrealistic proportions.

In truth, the only thing that might ultimately limit him, was the size of the gap in her pelvic bone, but even that might snap if he pushed hard enough. For now though, Red was successfully managing to pull more and more of his palm into Hana's distended canal, by favor of curling his fingers into a partial fist; which invariably applied pressure to the cub's clit from the inside, while his thumb began to rubbed, squeeze and pinch at it from the outside, going so far as to wedge up into the clitoral hood.

Though the girl's entire nether region was sopping wet–a combination of various fluids at this point–Red was still struggling to make the necessary space in the canal before Hana's womb, to accept his full fist. It didn't discourage him, though it did frustrate. A scowl quickly formed on his face after twenty minutes of continuous abuse failed to yield any further progress.

Thus the aggression increased accordingly. Since Hana was still conscious and at least semi-lucid, if not partially in shock from the overwhelming pain, Red decided to drop the pretense of trying to go easy.

"So damn close," he muttered aloud, glaring side-eyed at Hana, "I'll get in there though, don't you worry."

That was far more of a threat than a reassurance though, as Red's efforts redoubled. No longer was he trying to rock back and forth though. Instead, he just pushed forward, hard. One might say as hard as he dare without snapping her spine in half from the downward pressure. This time however, the hare had his thumb and fingers together, forcing her torn and bloody passage to accept it and everything connected to it through dint of pure power.

The effort required Red's full arm, and even extra weight on Hana's upper chest and leg as he trembled with the strain of spreading that gaping, yet still so tiny opening, around the first thumb knuckle... then the second... Then he had her little pussy and pelvic bone at their limits, just shy of accepting the full meat of his hand.

One final, sharp, powerful jerk of his arm and all of a sudden that bleeding, pale white ring of flesh SNAPPED around the widest part of his palm, and Red's fingers rolled into a fist as he quite literally punched the cub's bloated womb from the inside. All at once, he'd gone from almost in, to all the way in, as Hana's vaginal muscles proceeded to clamp down around his appendage so tightly it throbbed.

Something else sounded like it had broken in the process of breaching, but that wasn't the biggest concern for Red at that moment. Now that he was in, it occurred to him that getting out wouldn't be so easy when the time came, and judging by the raccoon hybrid's foaming-at-the-mouth response to such a devastating entry, the exit might well kill her. Aside from that, his hand was reeeally starting to hurt the longer it remained trapped inside a fleshy sleeve stretched beyond its limit.

"Fffff...fuck," he grunted, muttering awkwardly, "This might've been a mistake." With a quick twitch of his expression as he glanced at Hana, he corrected himself at a higher volume, "Th–that is, I didn't consider how to get free with you uh... squeezing so tight."

It was kind of low to blame it on her, since her vaginal muscles were hardly a factor with how massive a blockage it contained. That said, the size of the dual bulge in Hana's abdomen was a beautiful sight to behold; almost enough to forget his own pain for a moment. Then he dared to try and pull back on his fist a little, just enough to see that... yep. Her entire birth canal was keen to follow, with no sign of spreading to let him free.

"Mm.. that's unfortunate. I don't think I'll be able to pull it out here," he concluded, suddenly lifting his weight off of Hana. Yeah. He was just going to stand and walk.

He didn't even care how Hana planned to resolve the issue of where to move her limbs. Red simply picked up his weapon, stood and lifted the brutalized cub from the floor, hanging from the fist buried inside her vagina and wedged between her cracked pelvis. Then he began to walk, half-carrying, half-dragging Hana behind him as he left the classroom, flicked off the lights and transitioned into the darkness of the hall.

Drag. Drip. Sob. The empty hallway filled with nothing but the sounds they produced as he made his way to the building's exit.

—

The twisted state of horrified, silently panicking... disbelief, if anything, only escalated when Red discovered he was able to assault Hana's clit from outside as well as in.  Between the repeated thumps against her stuffed-taut little womb, the agony that Hana wasn't so much struggling to check any more as no longer able to express, and the assault on the poor little girl's still-hidden clit...

Perhaps it wouldn't be a surprise that it wasn't just blood that was providing the minimally helpful lubrication for Red's paw, after so long and so much.  Child or no, Hana was clearly mature enough in some ways that she could begin to wetten inside with determined enough stimulation.  It hardly mattered if that stimulation wasn't the least bit pleasant - except, perhaps, the little bolts of other sensation from the novel ways the hare was finding to attack that vulnerable, hidden little bundle of nerves.

But with that absurd degree of abuse being enough to inspire actual wetness even amidst the increasingly damaged passage was trying to wrap almost glove-like around Red's paw, it perhaps oughtn't be a surprise when that happened again.  Hana still didn't scream though!

"Hic, hic, hic, hiiieeykh-!" and the shudders were suddenly a little different, wracking her rather than simply coming with every new flash of pain or effort to finger and jam his way in.  Her little pelvis even bucked, although twisted up toward Hana's face as it was, the motions were awfully small as another of those... 'not orgasms' crashed through her, spasmic agony inspiring a few little squits of wet from barely-empty bladder.  A momentary highlight of Hana's tiny urethra thus, if only for how comically tiny it now was above the stretched out and bleeding hole the hare had made of her cunt.

It hardly mattered if Hana had been suffering for twenty minutes or hours, at this point.  With the mind-dominating way a proper sexual climax would have twisted her awareness down to nothing but the frantic spasming of her immature pussy, for just a moment there was nothing but the catastrophically distended hole, and Red's paw, and the waves of hurt were crashing out as everything cramped in a parody of sexual completion.

Only when that was finally over could Hana really breathe again, though at least they were coming properly.  For a long moment she was almost quiet, before the wail built in her throat and turned shaky as real sobs began to get the better of her.  She might very well have broken her promise to 'be good'(by her own bent understanding of what Red expected) if it weren't for his decision to stop holding back.

In went all of Red's fingers, the palm behind right after, stretch-ripping Hana's birth canal to accommodate the majority of the whole before...

Yet another new pain for Hana to discover, and one so few girls ever got to experience!  The little hybrid child was finding out what it felt like to have the paper-taut walls of her vagina squashed against the unyielding ring of bone between her thighs.  Between that, and the extra pressure on her chest, the beginning of a bawling little girl was lost in another ever-so-slightly ugly, "Hkh-!" noise - and that was before he really pushed.

There was that jerk, the sensation of something giving for a moment - though not so catastrophically as it couldn't snap bloodily back to clench around the hare's wrist in concert with the rest of her circulation-strangling little cunt.  But indeed something else had given, also - Hana had felt it like a click at first, but the explosion of pain that came a second later was the final straw that overcame all her effort to be quiet, all the pressure and hiccoughing cramps had prevented her from wailing.

"Nkhaa-AHAAIEEYAAAH–!"

Between the hurt, and even the knowledge that something had broken deep inside between her legs, the scrapingly-deep scream wrenched its way out of her to fill the classroom, hammer against Red's ears, and briefly drown out the sound of the rain outside beating against the windows.  Even when the sound finally broke, there were squeaks of scratchy breaths coming out of Hana's stuck-open mouth and jerks of her chest, diaphragm still trying to eject air to keep the awful sound going.

It took all the time Red had to contemplate the bind he'd gotten himself into, and a little more, before Hana came down far enough from the blinding, blanking hurt to stop the remains of the scream and the little heaves and coughs were all that she could still emit.

"Hhh, hhh-" from the little not-quite-raccoon, chest rising and falling deeply, at first for air and then increasingly for the creeping realisation that she was still here, the world had not shattered, she was still trapped nude and broken in an abandoned school with a murderer, and his paw was stuck in her cunny.

And then Red tugged.  And the pain was somehow less potent than the sheer realisation, and the sickening wrong feeling that came with her insides trying to move along with the monster's paw.

"N..." Hic.  "N-nuh ple- p-plea - duh, dun' -"

Idiot state was back again, but it was obvious she realised what might be about to happen even as Red tried to...

It didn't come out.  It wouldn't come out.  There was almost a kind of relief mixed in with the choking horror as the picture in Hana's mind of her insides all spilling out along with the hare's exiting hand didn't come to pass.

Except... then everything was moving.  Everything was moving and she was twisting around after him as he got up and tried to leave!  The beginnings of a new scream, but the way he all but lifted her up and dragged her by the paw in her cunny twisted something and earned a new, deeply-hurt sounding, "Hukh-!" and a cough splutter of something finally rebelling inside to spill from her mouth.  Nothing significant, just spittle almost, but nonetheless it ought be no surprise that her insides didn't want to behave themselves as she was hauled sobbing and wet-hiccoughing after the departing hare.  Only question now was if exhaustion mixing with the pain would take her away for a little while from the trip to... wherever Red was going with her.

—

Unconcerned about the trail he left behind in his wake, Red lumbered down the corridor, exhausted and a bit light-headed as he dragged a pair of dangling legs and tail by the accompanying owner's very genitalia as she struggled just to remain conscious. The mark that followed them was subtle but told a gruesome tale. Blood mixed with semen, vaginal fluids and even a little bile.

By the time the hare reached the locked door leading outside, he was panting audibly, oblivious to Hana's continued suffering in part because her screams had just about made him deaf for the moment. In fact, he only realized his hearing was off after recovering the key to make his egress, and finding that for a few moments, he couldn't hear the rain falling outside, even though he could see it clearly as he marched out into the brief rain-storm.

Shaking his head and sticking a free finger in his ear, he managed to recover enough hearing to detect it hitting the ground as well as his body and made his way across the property, still barely able to see. Turned out that the rain really was going to wash away any trace; of the horrors inflicted upon Hana's battered little body. Red also got a free shower out of it, as unlike the unfortunate girl, he wasn't as interested in personal cleanliness.

When he finally reached the door to the disciplinary office–the place he was supposed to play in the first place–Red and Hana were both dripping wet as he unlocked the door and dragged her trembling form inside. The door slammed shut and all of a sudden the sound of heavy, pounding rain practically disappeared, leaving just the eerie silence of the new space filled with the wet slapping of Red's feet and the sound of the demi-raccoon being dragged to the opposite wall.

Though the room was still completely dark, Red had spent enough time here to locate what he was looking for out of the myriad of torture implements, even blind. When he reached it, the buck grabbed for one of the shackles hanging from a chain before realizing he had to ditch his weapon first. A frustrated grumble escaped him then as he promptly swung the hook at the wall, embedding it in the drywall. There. Problem solved.

Grabbing the nearest shackle, Red yanked down the slack and twisted around to crouch over Hana's rag-doll body. As soon as he found her corresponding wrist, he slipped the leather shackle strap on and tightened it, doing the same for her other arm before locating the crank to draw in the slack. It took a few long moments, with the hare readjusting as the chains began to pull on the quasi-coon's arms first, then proceeded to drag her uncomfortably up the wall.

Eventually the crank locked and Red grabbed for a second pair of shackles higher up. Hana's confused and delirious state made it easy to acquire the remaining two limbs, despite having to work around the fist rammed up her cooch. And once he had them shackled, it was a simple matter of cranking away until both legs pointed to the heavens, same as her arms. Only then did Red finally speak again.

"Theeere we go... that ought to hold you," he cooed twistedly, patting Hana's cheek to see if she was still awake, "Don't you fret now; you did great taking my fist, but there were complications. So I had to move you somewhere where I could... take care of it. All you need to do is stay awake, yeah? Easy peasy. Do that and... I'll have... this... out of you in no time..."

Even as he spoke Red's voice became strained as he began pulling down on his arm. It had already been long enough that his fist was starting to go numb, so the hare's urgency was as much for his own sake as it was for Hana's.

—

In a way, the little interlude - the trip through the rain, the finally being ignored long enough for the all-consuming hurt to get the better of her - was just what Hana needed.  To remain fun, anyway.  After a fashion it would even improve her value as an object of pleasure!  If only by virtue of the pouring rain not-quite-power-washing away so much of the mess that Red had made of her brutalised little body.

It wasn't perfect, of course.  While many of her wounds had ceased their bleeding, some hadn't quite, and a few of the stains were too long-since inflicted to fully disappear.  But combined with Hana's fastidiousness about keeping herself presentable as an advantageous start, what remained might even be argued to have contributed a little to her looks!  Within the context of her being a doomed victim of rape and exploitation for the profit of some anonymous cabal of producers, anyway.

But even beyond cleaning her, the rain, and the in-and-out of consciousness (and then only shallowly) acted as just a little bit of a reset.  Again, it was far from perfect!  But Red had still unwittingly engineered a means of ensuring that Hana was not just a keening, catatonic mess when he eventually had her where he wanted her.

For Hana, the next... however long, everything was more snatched memories than full awareness.

Her tummy hurt.  So much.

The rain was nice.  That made a little part of her that hadn't realised, but still somehow knew, that she wouldn't get to feel rain again, quite happy.  The same part tried to see anything of the sky, clouds or not, despite the dark.

A glimpse of the silhouette of the Disciplinary Committee office building.  In the addled moment the full implications didn't sink in - Hana had seen the lurking structure times enough during her stay, a couple of times even at night.  It was always ominous, but still just a part of the backdrop.

The on-and-off hurt of her back against the concrete along the way.

Red's bare, unfamiliar back, with the strip of red across the back of his neck.

Was there anyone there to record them, now that Red was behaving himself and taking Hana where she was supposed to have gone all along?  Of course the school had had its array of cameras the whole time, so nothing was lost, but on other occasions cubs had been given dedicated camera workers for their special exit sessions!

But, their 'processing' had not taken place in the dead of night, at the hands of a murderous hare that nobody in their right mind would have wanted to be anywhere near.  Especially when he was all riled up and in possession of one of the most rapeable cubs Nightmare Elementary had to offer.

Presumably it was up to Red to balance just how intimate he wanted his fun to be, versus just how professional a complimentary recording he got to take home after the party was over.

Either way however, Hana was still barely present while her co-star worked.  Those same more-remembered than present moments of watching Red's silhouette moving about the near-pitch-black room... with her hurting tummy somehow attached to him.  Her not-quite-there mind shed from considering that weird little point too long, for some reason.

The feel of something not completely uncomfortable being wrapped around first one wrist, then the other.  And then the less comfortable sensation of whatever had her thus lifting her into the air, her sore back rubbing against the wall and getting the first proper, discomforted whine out of the girl since Red had removed her from the school proper.

Somethings-similar being attached to her ankles... and then they were hiked into the air.  That got a whine as well, and a little whimper to boot.  That made her tummy hurt, it really didn't like the way that made the base of her spine point forwards, and thus her front bend inward even that little.  She could feel her tail whisking the hard floor of whatever room Red had brought her to, even if she couldn't see further than say... the length of the hare's stuck arm, and even then only in silhouette still.

She was close to wakefulness by now, thus - and the pat was just enough to almost bring her the rest of the way.  Memories... started to come back.  They hadn't been gone, but her little 'rest' had rendered them distant, and the important things started coming back before everything else.

"Fist-?" repeated, with that last little bleariness, and then another deeply uncomfortable whine as she felt Red testing the vice grip that her reproductive tract still had on his wrist and everything beyond.  "That.. I was good?"  That was important somehow, she was fairly sure.

Oh that was right, so long as she was a good girl, so long as she... licked his penis, and then let him stick his hand in her -

The hitch of sharply drawn-in breath probably heralded Hana's return to the majority of her awareness.

—

Undeniably, the manner in which Hana was grudgingly roused from her trauma and shock-induced daze, was cute and sexy enough to hit a lot of buttons for the hare, many of which didn't even personally belong to Red himself. However, her response to testing the force he needed to pull free was a good sign she wasn't ready to resign herself to unconsciousness just yet.

"That's right, Hana, you did good," Red answered the delirious cub, slightly distracted as he attempted to figure out the next step to take, "Now you just relax and I'll pull it out, okay? Deep breath..!"

Unfortunately, the test proved he wasn't going to be able to pull himself free with just one arm. That horribly strained sleeve of flesh was hugging so tight there was no way it wasn't coming with his fist, but it was going to take all his strength to get himself free.

Taking his own advice the buck breathed in, psyched himself up and positioned himself to where he could pull with one arm and push with the other simultaneously, and then... hoo-hoo-HOO! Red jerked as hard as he could, slammed a palm into his elbow for even greater leverage...! And managed all of three inches retreat, with Hana's flesh still snug around his wrist. The pain was surely excruciating for the not-quite-raccoon as the victim in the situation, but even Red let out a rather unhappy noise as he struggled to apply even greater force in the face of failure.

Beads of sweat had already begun to drip into his eyes from the sheer effort, but just when he could feel his arms beginning to quiver on the verge of reducing to jello, there was finally more movement. A few millimeters at first, then another inch; two. Then a sudden 2 more inches that startled Red. For a second he thought he might've ripped the whole vaginal canal clean out of Hana, but a brief tug found him still attached.

Unfortunately, his entire fist was still encased in a sleeve of flesh, a realization which panicked the hare enough to grab and peel the paper-thin wrapping from his fist, bit by agonizing bit. It took a bit of fighting, simply because his paw kept slipping on the fluid-slick flesh, but eventually it finally snapped back around the widest part of his palm like a rubber band, retracting back into a angry and ugly little slug of flesh that just hung from the folds of her once untarnished, virgin loins.

Meanwhile, Red stumbled back several steps as he finally freed himself, shaking his affected paw vigorously as the blood and feeling came rushing back with a vengeance. Needless to say he needed a few moments to recover, and surely so did Hana. Leaving her to hang for a few minutes, the hare took off into the dark, tracking down the nearest bathroom to flick on the light and do a personal health check.

It didn't take him long to assess that there was no nerve damage, aside from the fact it just hurt like hell at the moment, tingling all over and throbbing as the color gradually returned. On his way back, Red turned lights on as he went, finally providing light to the main room as he returned. In doing so, all of the various torture devices and tools came into focus. Then the hare entered her frame of vision.

One look at her sorry state in better light, and Red couldn't help but cackle and taunt, "Damn kid, when did you grow a DICK?! Hahh-hahaha, just kidding. But seriously, I bet that hurts like Hell, huh?" In case Hana wasn't sure just what he was getting at, the buck stepped close and gave the girl's protruding, inverted birth canal a hearty slap to make it flop about briefly.

—

Mostly back to awareness now, Hana's little intake of breath only failed to herald a new round of shrieking thanks to Red's praise.  Telling her she did good - that meant he wouldn't kill her, didn't it?  She was sure she hadn't dreamed that part and...

And he was going to pull 'it' out.

She already remembered everything that happened in excruciating detail; it was her last, clear memory before the absence after all.  The view of Red's paw, balled into a fist and embedded in her poor, wrenched-wide vagina while she found it harder and harder to get her breath.  Or rather, the view of the impossible-looking bulge in her lower tummy - and the little bulge above that that was the fleshy little balloon full of heavy-feeling lapine cum.

Hana could feel both of those things still, too.  The dark was stopping her seeing them, and suffering the panic would inevitably have come back upon her, but still -

Well, still, Red was being 'nice'.  Kind of.  Enough so that her silly little not-completely-anchored cub brain latched onto his words and did as she was told.  There was the sound of Hana gasping in a breath -

And then Red yanked.  Slammed his arm downwards with the help of the other, and whether she had wanted to or not Hana screeched.  One of those awful, slightly feline noises that could only come out of a cub was suddenly slammed by an agony that she was certain belonged to her insides tearing down and away from inside her.

"STOP STOP STOP STO-!" the panic was back.  She couldn't see what Red was doing, but her fluffy little head was full of pictures of him clawing his hand out (forget the fact he had blunted himself) and everything tumbling out of the huge hole that he left behind.

She probably would have kept shouting that one word at him a while longer if Red hadn't yanked again and, "STO-AAAAHKH-!"

Funny how you could wind a cub whilst pulling away from her, wasn't it?

When he got those few extra inches, Hana was only just managing to gulp air again, enough that the keening sound was back and it was all she could do to clench her teeth as she felt...

She didn't know what she felt.  She was horribly familiar with the sensation of a furry fist sliding through her vagina and that was not that feeling.  It was... whatever it was it made Hana feel sick.  Not going-to-be-sick sick, but a nausea like a hurt unto itself, somehow both near the hole between her legs and deep at the same time.  The same sort of 'something wrong' she had felt with that SNAP when Red had rammed his paw up there in the first place.

Again, the dark meant she had no idea what was happening, just the pain roaring through her and shifting once more as the hare began to drag the inside of her most intimate place back up his arm like an ill-fitting rubber glove.

By the time it was over Hana was almost unto broken again.  Not quite, but those sobs sounded absolutely wrenching as they shook her against the wall fit to make the chains from which he had her dangling jangle almost as loud as while he'd been un-fisting her.

But... that didn't last.  He'd left her.  She was in the quiet on her own in the dark and the pain was beginning to retreat into another of those deep, nauseous aches.  Which was... itself odd, in that the vast proportion of the agony didn't seem to be inside her where it ought be.  Even the sense of weight and pressure that was the constant reminder of that portion of Red's seed sealed up inside of her felt... lower than it should have been.

So when Red came back, Hana's own, blind health check had left her.. Sniffling?  Tiny sobs and whimpers.  She almost sounded frightened.  ... And then the lights came back on.

That got a cry of startled hurt for smarting eyes that was so much more normal it was almost comical in its own way, too.  Too bad Red was far too busy laughing at the sock of flesh he'd left dangling, angry-pink-red-and-worse, from those obscenely cracked open little, once-again-white, cutely puffy little pussy-lips.  They had been such a tease for him the last time her butt had been pointed at the hare, at a similar angle to the one it was suspended in now.

The stunned look that Hana gave him... and then he slapped it, and while Hana's horrifically prolapsed vagina did indeed bounce amusingly, doing so made her jerk, inspiring a new, "Hkh-!" sound and for just a split second she looked like this time she really might have been going to be ill.

But.. that passed too, blessedly.  And Hana was panting.  Intermittently gulping her breaths again.  "P..." breath.  "Please.  I-I think ... I-I think it's really bad I want to see Nurse Angel, I-"

He had, after all, assured her that not only had she 'did good', but that there was nothing left to do but use the special tools available here to free himself from the almost hand-stealing pressure of her (potentially ruined) little cunt.

—

The obvious panic in Hana's quaking voice as she desperately pleaded for medical intervention was as delightfully adorable as it was pathetically optimistic. Surely if the right experts got a hold of her now, they could've potentially saved her life, albeit with life-long injuries she'd carry as a memory of their time together, but in no way could a school nurse, or even a medical practitioner brought in by the producers, have been able to save her from the blood loss, let alone the inevitable infections.

However, Hana didn't need to know any of that. All she needed to know was that he wasn't finished yet. Since she seemed to think the worst was past in light of Red having freed his paw, he had to correct her. But first...

"What, for this little thing, you mean?" he snorted derisively, taking hold of the girl's prolapsed, pseudo-penis and callously rubbing it around in his fingers as he examined it, "Don't be ridiculous, we can just shove that little sucker back in, see?"

As if to prove his point, the hare pressed his finger in the sphincter-like hole at the tip and attempted to just 'push' it right back in. Only it buckled immediately and folded on itself as his finger slipped off the slimy flesh and Hana's resulting cries tested his hearing once more. Clearly fixing a prolapse was a little more involved, but Red just shrugged when his idea failed as expected.

"Oops, I guess not," he chirped, almost sounding sincerely apologetic, but clearly not as he gave the grotesquely inverted birth canal another slap to make it flop around. "Damn, just watching that thing waggle is making me horny again..."

The statement was half-true, and more of Red voicing a thought that wasn't his own, but nonetheless, it was obvious his arousal had yet to fade. Which actually was 'good' news in a sense for Hana. Because the second he lost that sexual drive, it was killing time. For now though, he needed to fuck another hole. Unfortunately the poor demi-coon's front door was a little worse for wear at the moment, and her mouth was too high. Good thing females had so many holes...

"Sorry, kid, I gotta deal with this before we finish, you don't mind, right? You're a good little girl, after all..." he cooed manipulatively, cupping her chin briefly to make her meet his gaze. With his other paw, Red was already groping Hana's exposed and vulnerable backside, feeling around for her fear-tightened anus, "I'll just slip in here real quick."

And 'slip in' he did, though it was less of a slide and more or a press as the friction and tension slowed his entry.

—

Albeit there was still plenty of time before any of those concerns could really make their presence known.  The injuries Red had inflicted were deep, and pernicious, and the deeply wrong-feeling hurts had begun to insinuate themselves amidst all the more immediate agonies were almost certainly heralds of the true damage that they represented... but all the same, it was unlikely they would rear soon enough to spoil anyone's fun.

And meanwhile the hare simply dismissed her attempt to warn him of those very hurts were the most life-threatening things of the present moment.  Red himself aside.  He even went for her... Hana didn't even have a word for what was hanging out from between her legs! Those were her privates and, and -

Red taking ahold of it instantly killed all of those thoughts.  His rubbing fingers pressing  the slimy, furiously-red sock didn't just hurt her as it had all the other times the hare had abused her passage while it had been up where it was supposed to be, it felt like a bolt driven straight up into that deep-set wrongness was squatting in Hana's tummy like something waiting to claw its way out.

Sadly once again, this was not something Hana could have articulated, even if she wasn't occupied in the moment with another of those slightly bug-eyed, "Hkh-!" sounds as a result, and looking once again grey(er)-faced and in danger of losing something from the organs she still had on the inside.

Once again, she somehow avoided it, but by the time Red was done with his clumsy, casual attempt to repair his rape toy, the little hybrid child was shuddering in her restraints as if she was more ill than directly injured.

Breath, breath, hitch, breath... and all while Hana dangled, pale grey fur a likely contrast against the wall behind her, dark hair absolutely so as it fanned out and draped around her upraised arms.  Could Red appreciate the picture she made?  The hiked-high legs added a terrifically lewd flavour, but all the same with her hair draped all about, her eyes slightly closed and head turned to one side, Hana was the absolute picture of the captured heroine from one of those more dramatic, children's adventure shows.

"Wh-?" she glanced back to him, confused, but he had clearly found the key to keeping the little not-raccoon in-hand, and cupping Hana's chin like that stalled any complaints before she got any further than the initial, "But, but you said..."

So instead of argument, Red just got a whimpering sniffle, new tears on Hana's cheeks as she shakily nodded her head in agreement.  Apparently she still clung strongly enough to hope that she believed him when he again wielded the term 'good girl' at her.

... Even if the first grip and grope of her cute little bottom did earn a new, pitchy little gasp.  One that drew out as Hana felt the hare line up that awful spire of a cock and begin to press.

Once more, she had grit her teeth and screwed shut her eyes, shaking ever so slightly in her bonds as she tried her absolute best to be good and earn her reprieve.

—

Undeniably, the portrait of despair that Hana presented to Red was as erotic as it was perhaps artistic, and it only served to fuel the last dregs of arousal his body had to offer. If the girl only knew just how close to her demise she was, she might've been grateful that the hare's final climax would take a while.

Unfortunately, it wouldn't be a peaceful forty-ish minutes that were to follow.

Considering that Red was going dry into a hole arguably tighter than Hana's now destroyed pussy had been, he had to fight for every millimeter, grabbing the trembling, whimpering demi-raccoon by her chest to both pull down as he thrusted upward into that resistant pucker. Occasionally his fingers scraped over the girl's injured breasts, but his paws shifted position periodically, gripping tight and digging claws in that produced fresh scratches, just for that extra bit of leverage as he pushed and shoved and jerked his length inside the writhing cub up to the halfway point before having to pause for a breath.

"Damn, kid..." he panted, "I thought your pussy was tight, but this hole's a fighter. I'll break it soon though, don't you worry..."

Leaning forward, Red showed an uncharacteristic affection then, likely spawned by one of his many other personalities, determined to do something to Hana other than completely brutalizing her body. Licking and nuzzling the top of her head, the buck delegated a paw to lifting her chin once more and drawing her into a kiss that, for the first time, wasn't oppressively violating her. It could've almost been considered 'compassionate', if not for the fact Red was still pulling her body down onto his jerking shaft with enough pressure that his claws were making more bloody tracks in the cub's fur.

—

So long as any of the cameras trained on the two of them caught a good angle - and given the prodigious coverage in the processing room, some of them must have done - Hana's 'imprisoned princess' moment would almost certainly have rated a spot on some part of the cover.  Assuming the production ever saw a boxed version of some kind.  At this point it would be unfair if it didn't!  Hana had put so much effort into ensuring she gave everyone an enjoyable performance, after all.

Sure her tail was too big to be completely in-shot as it dangled below her presented crotch...

But gosh she was brave for him!  Despite the obvious agony as Red's cock made the (probably uncomfortable for him as well!) trip up into the child's bowel, Hana managed to keep her teeth clenched against any further screaming the entire while!  No small part of that was down to just how completely a virgin anal rape was eclipsed by the catastrophic abuses the hare had already inflicted on her, but Hana's appeal went nowhere as she bowed her head forward, to rest her head against his chest if her bonds allowed.

Whines and squeals that she kept bitten down the whole while, certainly, not to mention the way her forehead pressed firmly against his front while damp spread from the point of contact and sobs shook her in his grip... but no screaming.  Nor fighting, beyond the jerks of her little body or kicks of her lifted legs when some especially nasty spike of hurt shot through her.  Half the time the pain came more from some damaged part of her that Red was disturbing by working her down himself, rather than the forced-gradual stretching out of Hana's sphincter!

Nudging up her chin like that, after the nuzzling against her crown and beside just how hard Hana was still trying to behave for her rapist, the pretty look in her darkly tear-filled eyes when they blinked open was almost as much confusion as it was agony.  And if he was so gentle about the kiss as to not surprise her with it, they wouldn't even widen in shock!  Although she didn't accept the kiss of course.  For one, Hana hadn't the knowledge or experience to kiss back properly - and for another, she was too busy sobbing into Red's mouth as she felt his claws raking cuts in that until-now pristinely cute little bottom.

That even helped him!  A tiny bit.  After all, digging his claws along still dragged the little hybrid's grey-furred hind cheeks apart for him; made his insertion into the furiously red, faintly split and bloodied ring ever so slightly easier.

—

The oral embrace continued for a while longer, simply because Red was enraptured by the endless sobbing transmitted through their muzzles. Luckily for Hana, she also earned a reprieve from further penetration; at least until their lips parted once more, the hare letting the shared saliva string between them before pulling away.

Still holding her head in his paw, the buck examined her closely to make sure she wasn't beginning to fade too quickly. He still had more he wanted to try first, even though he was technically on the clock, but the greatest travesty in all this, was the lack of his own recording equipment. Red had a particular fondness for keeping meticulous records of all his misdeeds. A sort of trophy collection; the contents of which would make even the most hardened detective lose his lunch.

Considering it was Max who drew him into this particular adventure, Red hadn't gotten to prepare much. And being the type of penniless wastrel he was, money for even a cheap-ass disposable wouldn't have been available. As the hare raised his head to the ceiling in quiet disappointment, his wandering gaze spotted the lens peeking out of the ceiling above. Oh yeah... Somehow he'd completely forgotten about all the cameras hidden around the room. Dropping his gaze to the floor, he found another staring up. And to his left, just below where he'd planted his hook in the way, yet another, staring (perhaps a bit angrily) at him.

"Oh, whoops," he mumbled cheekily, looking away briefly to the rest of the room behind him. Then he smirked.

Red still wanted a shot of the girl's agony from his perspective before proceeding, so he deftly grabbed his weapon and pried it forcefully out of the wall, which inadvertently dislodged the camera and set it dangling with the piece of drywall it was embedded in. Hanging the hook on the resulting hole, he grabbed the camera and crushed away the chunks of wall, then the hare jerked on it to yank out more wire slack and held it up to his face.

"Make sure to get her good side," he said to the tiny black box, then turned it around and pointed it at Hana, "Heads up kiddo, you're on prime-time. Smile for the camera, let them aaaall know how good a girl you've been, why don't you?"

Of course to the horror or any cubs who might end up seeing that footage, all they'd be witnessing was the utter dismantling of Hana's innocence. The blood, the scratches, the sobbing and tears, even her destroyed and inverted flesh sock of a pussy was put on display for the camera, before the cold, unfeeling lens finally focused specifically on the demi-raccoon's face.

"Do you have anything to say to the audience...?"

—

When the kiss broke, despite the gentleness compared to earlier assaults on her mouth, Hana was still panting a little.  Yet again that pretty rise and fall of her barely budding little chest, with its clumsily-pierced-injured nipple and the marks where Red had sunk his claws in on the opposite side.

But she wasn't fading.  Indeed, Hana seemed to be holding on awfully well!  For a preteen girl on the far side of a multiple hours long hunt, rape, and torture.  She was still more or less all there, and while her innocence was basically irretrievable by this point, she still had the same grasp of her situation as any other basically ignorant child might have had!  The injuries suffered would have catastrophic consequences, but they evidently weren't going to be showing themselves for a good long while yet.  Comparatively speaking.

But the events of the next few moments did seem to confuse her a little.  Why had he stopped trying to put his penis in her?  The grab for his hook certainly earned a small breath, as if for a moment all her effort to be 'good' had run up against the fear Red intended to use that awful thing on her after all -

Except, then he'd got a camera.  He'd got a camera out of the wall and Hana was staring at it in utter confusion as the monstrous hare took that brief moment to address the lens - and then pointed it at her.  Perfect little picture of her thoroughly tear-wracked little face, the pretty (if slightly bloodshot) eyes gazing from the dark-grey mask of her fur.  The underlying hurt that kept the edges of her features taut no matter what expression she was making.

So ordered - well, it took her a moment to catch her breath the little more she needed, and the effort was incredibly shaky, but... she actually did it!  The pretty, wrecked-out-of-shot little not-raccoon did her level best to muster up a nice smile (it was very unsteady) for the people enjoying (or in her friends' case, suffering through) the climax of her dismissal from the show.

Down her body went the lens though, revealing all those hurts Red had inflicted so far, the horrifically visible damage to Hana's most intimate places, and the way her cutely just-curvy body shook every now and then with a sob, or some previously-inflicted injury giving a jarring reminder that it had not miraculously healed in the meantime.  And then Red focused it back on her face, and asked his question.

"I..."

Hana's voice hitched, and then when she tried again, it shook.  "I-I -"

Was she trying to find something to say that would please him, maybe better reinforce how deserving she was of the chance Amber and her co-star had advertised?  In a way it didn't matter.  Somehow in the face of the camera, the knowledge that other people were in some way looking back, a portion of Hana's resolve cracked and her smiling face crumpled as she wetly heaved a breath and, "I want to go back!  Please, please please please I want to go back!  I want to see Nurse Angel!  A-and Poly!  And Avery and Amber and Colleen and Eiko and, and -!"

Hic, hic, sob.  "Ple-heease-!"

For all the effort she'd gone to - and given the begging, she clearly hadn't given up - just in that moment Hana's crumpled, wailing, tear-pouring face was the absolute picture of what a cub begging into the camera for help from her audience ought to be.

—

As gut-wrenching and heartbreaking as Hana's desperate, sobbing plea would've been to any normal, sane being with a heart, it only received a cackling chortle from Red as the camera shook with his merriment. Then it promptly turned back to face the hare as he glared menacingly at the lens; "Oh don't worry, Hana. You'll get to see them again soon."

The devilish grin that spread across his face then said otherwise, or worse, implied the others would soon be joining Hana instead. He didn't actually utter the words aloud, lest he break the girl's delusion too early. Rather, he just dropped the camera as if it suddenly served no purpose. Still staring at his hand though, Red let out a small sigh.

"You know, I really didn't want to have to play here tonight. There's just so many tempting toys, it–it's just distracting, you know?" he began to rant, probably nothing but gibberish to Hana, "I thought–'if I do it here, I'll want to use every damn toy here'–and that's just unrealistic. 'You have to prioritize', I said. So I argued to get that one building for us instead, but then I got my damn hand stuck in your cunt and–well... now here we are."

When he finally faced Hana to see the confusion and fear on her face, he rolled his eyes as if to say 'why did I bother just telling you all that?'.

"Sorry kiddo, this position is just too awkward for me," he said with a huff as he reached for the shackles overhead and unhooked them from their chain one at a time; though they still remained linked together.

Releasing her arms first was easiest, as he helped pin Hana against the wall to keep her from sliding down until each leg was free, which he caught in the nook of each elbow respectively. Then he removed his hook from the wall and proceeded to carry the quasi-raccoon still half-stuffed with his cock over to a nearby device.

Of the array of 'toys' to play with, some seemed benign in their purpose, like a triangular mount that looked like just some weird art installation, when in fact it could split a victim apart at the pelvis. But others left little to the imagination, like the iron maiden in the corner. Frankly, a close and educated appraisal would've easily spotted numerous medieval torture devices among the more common implements of torture, which often involved chains and shackles, and a disturbing amount of latex–even for Red's taste. Though certainly more frightening than the larger installations, were to small, hand-held implements of torture. From saws and scalpels to clamps, needles and even drills.

His chosen equipment looked vaguely like a stockade, in that it secured the head and wrists side-by-side, but it also had a convenient bench to lay the body on, which was what Red was after. Resting Hana's body on the hard cushion and hanging his weapon from the frame, he forced her to lay back and raise both arms, despite the respective injuries to each shoulder, and quickly dropped the bar that locked all three extremities in place.

Though normally something like this was meant to be used face-down, Red didn't want to attempt spinning such a tight sleeve around on penis. Besides, this way Hana had an unobstructed view of the hare's demonic, glowing gaze as he loomed over her form, one leg forced close to her chest as Red began proper, full thrusts into his little victim's rectum, still trying to push past the half-way point.

—

Hana's little outburst had left her sobbing, hiccoughing breaths and shaking fit to rattle the chains kept her strung up against the hard wall at her back.  So it took just a moment for her to calm, if only a little, but just enough for her to remember what was at stake, and how important it was that she listen to everything that the monster she'd been given to had to say.

It was a good thing Red waited to dump the camera, because no matter how ominous his words would have been for every adult and cub watching, Hana still looked back to the camera - or rather, the hare behind it - and reacted with shaky, "Re.. Really-?" that was just starting to flicker with hope.

Except... well, except then Red's face cracked into one of the most awful grins he'd exhibited so far.  The sight made the dangling child's breath hitch, but she was still far too snagged on the hope from that 'promise' to really grasp what it meant - especially when he launched into his rant about where he'd wanted the two of them to 'play'.  So Hana could only listen dumbfounded as he went on about toys, and which he had wanted to use, and how he'd gotten his hand stuck between her legs.

It ought be obvious Hana hadn't understood.  She might even have looked like she was going to try to ask, when Red went and started to release the cuffs around her wrists from the chains had kept her dangling this whole while.

She had almost, almost begun to forget that he had that tapering member shoved halfway in underneath her tail, as the moment had drawn out to include not only vanity shots of the heroine, but Hana's pleading, and even a little exposition by the villain!  It really was a shame that Hana's talent for looking like the imperiled princess in an adventure story didn't extend to conjuring up a hero, for whom that little monologue might have bought time to effect a rescue.

Still, down Hana came, hurt little catches of breath and whines as she was moved around atop that lapine cock.  She might even cling to him, making it a little easier to deal with her legs and carry her in turn!

But, that was also when Hana finally got her first, good view of the room that Red had brought her to with intent it be the set for the final act of their little horror movie.

Some of them even she recognised!  The sheer array was enough to catch on even a fairly sheltered little girl like Hana's understanding of the worse parts of history, like that metal lady with the spikes inside, or the stocks, or that wooden frame with a noose dangling from its arm whose frankly unnecessary inclusion spoke to a degree of completionism that bordered on the absurd.  But of course plenty of the other contraptions had less obvious purpose.  The giant, pointy stool for instance, or the much-too-narrow wooden chair with the handle on the back.  Or the short bench with all its straps and cushions... and the blood splatter that was never quite going to come out and ought give anyone who recognised it a passing reminder of the dog-boy who'd been a part of their little gang right at the very beginning.

And even in fear and ignorance, Hana could tell perfectly well how bad it was that she was seeing things intended for woodworking, fence-making or sewing arrayed amidst the less familiar implements, such as dark sticks, leather coils, and strings of colourful little balls.

"Wh-" breathless, and trying to get words out past the sheer effort of processing just what she was seeing.  "Wh-why -"

Still as much confusion as fear!  Only to grunt in hurt as red lay her out on that bench, and repositioned her arms to either side of her head and clunk.  The most primitive restraint of the evening so far, and Hana had to really crane her neck to see more over the wooden block than Red's looming, frightening gaze.  Fear clearly just beginning to win out the balance.

"B-" begun, and she actually seemed to be trying to keep the tremor out of her voice!  "But, you said -"

And then Red thrust, and despite all the little hurts and wrenches she had endured in the last few minutes, somehow it still surprised her when he plunged a little more of his shaft up underneath her tail.  Which was probably why Hana shrieked despite all the effort she had been going to, comparatively tiny form underneath the adult hare bucking against the wooden bench as if it could somehow relieve the penetration while he forced a little more up her.  A little more - and then Hana's strength gave out, and entirely without intention, the thud of her back against the bench again also came with a squawk of hurt as her own weight thumped her behind properly into Red's hips.

—

Even now, Hana still seemed to be at a loss for why this was happening, going so far as to attempt to claim he owed her something for her cooperation, at least before his cock took her breath away, and replaced words with guttural screams of agony. Nonetheless, he still chose to answer her as he bucked away, driving a little bit more in each time.

"I said... You'll get to see your little friends again. What, don't you believe me? I haven't killed you yet, have I?" the buck gaslit the poor girl, continuing to manipulate her, possibly to the very end. "And you've been so very good; now you only have to lay there, isn't that wonderful? I'm doing all the work here, you just... gotta... let me in..."

The harder his thrusts became the more Hana's cracked pelvic bone was sure to absorb the vibrations, which was quite the excruciating experience if her screams were anything to go by. However, Red didn't mind anymore how loud she got, in fact... "That's it, Hana... scream more for me. Louder. Let it all out, the pain, the terror, the misery; and then.. then you can finally sleep."

Doing all he could to increase her discomfort, Red's merciless pounding finally yielded results as he felt his sheath beginning to kiss up against Hana's angry red ring. Despite this positive progress however he kept going at it, harder and faster under he could feel discomfort of his own from the sheath being forced back. Of course, by that point the friction had diminished considerably in large part from all the blood his dry entry had drawn. No doubt the little girl's backside must've been on fire from all the heat generated alone, but it likely paled in comparison to a pelvic bone starting to crack apart from a vicious rutting.

Lucky for Hana–or maybe not so lucky, really–Red had to take several pauses in the drawn out effort to achieve that final orgasm he sought. Blood had already coated the buck's loins and was dripping long ugly stains down the raccoon hybrid's striped tail, but he kept going undeterred for long enough that even her rapist was struggling. It wasn't always easy to cum, especially so many times in succession, but the fact he was losing his sex drive wasn't helping.

Being in a room full of deadly tools and toys really was distracting, and he wanted to use them ALL!

Before he knew it though, Red suddenly caught a second wind, perhaps from the desire to inflict a different sort of harm on his present victim. Whatever the cause, the hare redoubled his efforts and panted heavily in Hana's screaming face, dripping drool and sweat as he worked himself up to as explosive a climax as he could muster under the circumstances.

In a way, the effort somehow made that final push over the finish line all the more gratifying, however as he rammed his meat in to the hilt with each climatic jerk of his hips, only a couple meager helpings of watery seed filled the bloodied and torn cavity. Red leaned heavily against the stockade, panting breathlessly as he slowly pulled out his softening member. Dripping wet with almost exclusively blood, it lazily retreated partially into his sheath, a clear sign that his arousal had finally been sated.

That wasn't a good thing for Hana though. Once he'd caught his breath, the buck pushed himself off the equipment and stood up, stretching his back and letting out a groan.

"Whew, well fuck Hana, that was fun as Hell, but.. I think it's time for a different game now," he declared, leaning back as he eyed the various trays of harmful and down-right deadly tools.

—

"S-suh-"

Was she trying to apologise?  Hope was an awful thing to hold over a cub in her condition, and with her willingness to cling to it Hana made for a terribly easy target for Red to practice his gaslighting.  For now, anyway; there had to be a point where the intentions that even the younger members of the audience must have started to realise would overcome the little hybrid's ability to believe.

Either way, that utterly undeserved apology never made it out.  Red was going much to hard on Hana for her to manage words right then, not once his thrusts were managing to slam his hips over and over against her pelvic bone, and the clean little snap in it that had enabled her to accommodate the hare's entire fist.  Kind of.

The thuds and slaps weren't entirely the product of their twisted coupling, either.  Not when Red's yanking back through her over-stretched rectum (which seemed to want to follow his penis out a little as well, at points) was also hauling Hana's hips up off the bench only for the thrusts back to slam them back into the wood, and the whole, vicious act was rocking the pillory into which he'd locked her fit to rattle the structure to its hinges.

She couldn't... really take on board what the monster was saying anymore.  Not between the pain and the noise seemed to be all around her, even aside from her own shouts and squawks of hurt.  The only thing checking Hana's voice was just how deep the rape was hurting her this time, jarring things that should not have been loose just as much as it was making that horrible sock was her prolapsed birth canal smack intermittently against the hare's crotch.

The tears were inevitable.  Or rather, the worse tears.  Red had already made things split agonisingly, but the gut-deep perforations his dry violence had caused were finally producing actual, intermittent splashes of red while Hana started to shriek just a little higher, sharper.  First bit of blood Red had really christened the mis-named torture chamber with, that couldn't be cleaned away so easily as the floor when it was already staining the wood underneath his hips.

And those flashes of stabbing ache as new damage was done to the bone was supposed to protect all those things Red was gleefully wrecking.  It ought not be a wonder that Hana's voice had failed her temporarily.  Not that she wasn't still trying, judging by the look on her face and her stuck open mouth just above the wooden block.

No matter how minimal the hare's orgasm was when it came, it still made Hana's naked little form squirm against the wood, turned her failed screams into a hissing whine as even the thinned out sperm of his self-forced, third orgasm trickled over injuries and into her colon.  Out he slid, the damage done enough that, while she still clung to him, the rabbit failed to make Hana's other hole try to invert itself the way her poor little cunny had.

And for a moment Hana just lay there, breaths coming hard and loud, shuddering on the bench as Red surveyed all his options.  It was entirely possible that lost in the haze of hurt until now, the part of her mind clawing its way back up to awareness was waiting for him to release the stocks and let her go.

—

While he waited for his penis to fully retract back into its sheath, Red picked through some of the items available, briefly running his fingers over a familiar device he recognized as the 'pear'. A crude but effective medieval device that would've handled the job of his fist, had he chosen to come here first. Benefits of hindsight. Next he traced the reflective chrome edge of a long medical blade, very clearly intended for cutting through bone.

A few mechanized options existed as well, such as a bone saw, and the drill he'd seen earlier. He picked up the latter and looked it over in thought. It came with an assortment of bits, mostly for.. well.. drilling. Their sizes varied though, from the ultra-thin, to the sort of wood-drilling bit one might find at a construction site.

He had to hand it to these producers. They saw a workshop and thought 'hey, this would be a great prop for the show!'. With drill in hand, Red briefly gave the trigger a few squeezes testing that it was at full battery power. Then set it aside for the moment while he perused the other cutting implements. Scalpels, scissors, even a sawzall and a hatchet. They really did offer up just about everything a murderer might have in his arsenal.

So many options, but so little time. The hare glanced toward the narrow, frosted window near the ceiling at the front of the building, showing that the dark of night had begun to lighten. The rain had apparently stopped as well, allowing for the faintest hint of the sun's coming rays to color the sky. Time was short now, so he had to move things along.

Hana might well have sensed his urgency as he finally returned to her side after selecting a few items from the trays, quickly unlatching and flipping up the bar, only to grab and lift the cub by her throat. Making sure not to forget his precious meat-hook, Red quite literally carried the dangling girl by her neck over to a specially equipped leather couch, one of the few 'normal' pieces of furniture the room had to offer.

It was only normal in the sense that it was a couch though. As Hana quickly found out, it had the bonus of anchor points on the floor and behind the cushion, for him to restrain her limbs with. Sitting down ahead of her, Red brought the cub into his lap and fastened her feet to the floor first. Then her arms were raised up and forced behind the two of them, no matter how much her injury complained, to be locked into place.

Now, spread-eagle on top of her naked rapist, equally naked herself, Hana had absolutely zero recourse for self-defense, and almost no way to look away from whatever might happen to her next. With his head wedged next to hers, he had roughly the same view as he held the meat-hook aloft and ran its curve down her trembling belly.

"Before we begin, you'll be happy to know I came up with a clever way to help fix that poor limp noodle of penis you got there. You're going to love it," he falsely assured, which if anything must've told Hana even before the hook slid lower down on her body, that she would not, at all 'love it'.

In fact, as Red began to nestle the tip of the hook into that tender, veiny and angry looking sleeve of flesh, it quickly became clear that Hana was about to experience a pain unlike any other. Rather than be fast and violent though, the hare took his time, sliding the dangerously sharp hook into the hole and pressing it carefully back into the vagina where it rightfully belonged.

"Theeere we go, see?" he commented, patting the girl's thigh with his free paw.

Though it showed early success of going back in, albeit at a painful price, the progress inevitably balked when the tip of the hook found and pressed into the donut of Hana's traumatized cervix.

—

The bar was lifted, and Hana's bare neck and cuffed wrists once again exposed.  There was another picture Hana almost made: wrist and ankle cuffs left over from being strung up gave her the image of the classic little pet girl.  All that she was missing was the collar!  So that really was a bit of a shame; little hybrids like her often seemed the most suited for such a situation.  Maybe the way that those peculiar traits, like Hana's fluffily elfin ears and oversized tail, suggested an owner playing at prescribed breeding.

Still, with the bar out of the way, Hana actually tried to sit up!  There was an almost naturalness to the motion too, as if something had finally lined up with what her instincts expected to happen, rather than whatever mad new horror Red chose to -

Oop, he had her by the neck.

A new, startled little, "Hkh-!" and her hands snapped up to catch ahold of his wrist, legs dangling fetchingly... even if the same couldn't quite be said of the state between them.

Hana didn't struggle as such, but her legs did twitch and kick beneath her as if trying to find the floor, while a new whine of hurt crept around Red's paw about her throat for the way every little injured part of her was made to shift and hang with her own meager weight.

And there was another of those moments where Hana's belief that Red might still somehow be merciful ever so nearly cracked.  The only reason it did not in fact, was that her addled little cub mind was so busy trying to guess which of the horrific devices all around the room he intended to take her to, that when all Red did was seat himself in a couch the incongruity was so great that her suspicions simply derailed.

There was even a dumb little, "Wuh-?" begun as Red started to clip her cuffed limbs to the various anchor points around the seat, although even if Hana had been going to go somewhere with the sound, it was cut off in a grunt of hurt as he forced her to bend forward with his leaning, so that he could get at her ankle cuffs and pin her feet against the floor.  Softly whined as he uncompressed the little cub in his lap by sitting up again, moved on to securing Hana's wrists by similar clips to her neatly fur-contrasting cuffs.  Back went her hands, and that whine grew decidedly louder as the shoulder Red's hook had driven a hole into was forced to twist to something of an extreme.  By the time he had her fixed, Hana was shaking with discomfort again, her shoulder blades were close together and in clear view as she faced away, and the just-about-clotted hole his hook had made had once again begun to ooze blood into the grey fur of her back.

Had Red not already been so spent, she might even have been in the process of inspiring something more.  The position hurt, and so Hana was intermittently squirming, and there was a very real possibility that her ravaged behind was occasionally grinding against the place into which her first cock had retreated.

The meat hook was back.  The shaking little girl drew a shallow breath as it traced the cutely soft, ever so subtle outward curve of her tummy, but with the hare snugged so affectionately-seeming against her back there was absolutely nowhere for her to try to retreat to.  It didn't matter that the razor-point was currently facing away from her, she still seemed to be trying to check her shaking, as if it might still somehow be made to accidentally slice her open.

"... Why are you doing this?" her voice was tiny, high pitched, just a little bit whiny.  It might have sounded like she was asking just why the monster was abusing her so thoroughly, but in all likelihood that still just-barely clinging on belief that he would yet let her go was making Hana ask what possible reason there was for delaying further.  She'd been good!

Perhaps that was why his 'explaining' actually seemed to settle her.  For a moment.  But between Red's tone, and the way the hook moved, and the way the tip nosed ever so carefully into the puckered opening was the distended halfway point of her exposed birth canal...

Well, she didn't struggle.  But the shaking grew past Hana's ability to keep it in check, and her breathing grew increasingly loud and fast because there was no way, no way that this could be a good thing and it was so sharp and up inside her and it was... working?

Maybe Red was placed wrong to see the confusion in Hana's still stuck-huge eyes, but there was a slight change in her breathing, the slightest shift away from hyperventilation.  Even when it nestled against the aching, swollen-even-tighter-shut ring, she was still behaving herself again.  A little.  The fear was absolutely evident, but success so far had her momentarily stilled her even as she gave another soft, discomforted grunt for the pressure of the metal against not only the tender muscle, but the stuffed-taut little cum-sack he'd made of her womb above.

—

It was impressive that Hana managed to remain so collected in the face of what was sure to be ultimately fatal, but perhaps in her pain and fear deluded mind, she actually believed she could come back from all this and be okay the next morning. He was tempted then, for a moment, to whisper the shattering truth into her ear. To let her know that what she was seeing, and about to see, was that last thing she'd ever experience. That she'd be joining her friends, not in this life, but the next.

Yet he held his tongue still. Not because he didn't want to see that fantasy finally shatter so completely. Rather, he wanted to see if she would still believe she had a chance after what was coming now. Because her sore, bloody, swollen and battered little cervix would not, could not, stop the unrelenting might of Red's stainless steel meat-hook as he pushed onward without a word after making landfall.

Though it didn't give at first, the tip of the weapon's sharpened edge ripped through partially all the same, entering the uterus that has been holding the hare's seed captive for a while now. The pressure continued, unforgiving, until the entire spike of the hook made it into Hana's semen-packed womb, with barely a drop managing to eke out past the torn opening. And then... the worst came.

Red began to rotate the handle, curving the point up towards the cub's belly and stabbing it into the wall of her uterus. Driving the bloated organ upward, the lethal point started a lump in Hana's abdomen, one that refined into a steep peak with sickening, even nauseating efficiency. Skin and flesh stretched, parted and tore internally as the hare was forced to clamp a paw over the demi-raccoon's mouth to contain both her screaming and thrashing.

That had the added bonus of forcing Hana to witness the final moment, when flesh gave way to steel. The surface of her abdomen just below the belly button, began to redden with blood, then a snap... a stretch, and... POP! The entire tip of the meat-hook burst through the little girl's fuzzy  gut, red with blood and dragging her poor, destroyed uterus along with it. Worse than the sight of what was supposed to be inside, now on the outside, Hana's torn womb had finally begun to ooze out all of that semen it'd been storing, which spilled all over her sides, mixing in with the blood.

"Perfect, would you look at that?" Red chirped positively, a paw groping around the steel rod buried between Hana's legs, "It's aaall back inside again."

No mention whatsoever of the spike protruding from Hana's belly, though. Or even the fact her broken uterus was leaking everywhere. Instead, Red pulled his paw away from the girl's mouth, shaking away the residue of vomit from what the shock had encouraged.

—

Hana was unmoving.  The situation was already so horrendously impossible, that even if she was not terrified of the slightest wrong move and the consequences that would follow, Hana might still have been frozen in his lap as her poor little immature brain tried to wrap itself around the image of half of the meat hook - the blunt half of the meat hook - curving up and out of her restored-to-some-semblance-of-cuteness little pussy.

The problem was, Red had done it.  Somehow he had put her wrecked little cunt back up where it was supposed to go.  ... But he wasn't stopping.  Hana could already feel it, whining in a very particularly sort of terrified agony as the searing pain of something pressing her furiously battered little cervix worsened.

"S- .. s-ss-stop.  S-stop y-you fixed it, you f-fixed it a-already s-stop sto-"

It was entirely likely that Hana did not, in fact, still believe Red had any intention of returning her insides to the way they had been before.  But how could she possibly accept that?  Of everything, everything that had happened so far, the idea that the hare was deliberately sinking a razor sharp hook into her helpless little baby room was just too horrendous for her underage mind to acknowledge.

Not that that stopped it happening.

There was just a moment wherein the swollen, brutalised little guardian ring stretched, producing a hurt that made the child cuffed into Red's lap gasp.  But then something gave, and they'd both be able to feel it.  Hana as yet another of those sickening new wrongs deep inside and Red through the handle of his precious hook, but both would get the full force of the palpable unto almost being audible SPLTCH as the razor-point shredded muscle neatly out of its way and added just a little more volume to Hana's already too-full little womb.

Not that Hana noticed.  In truth her uterus was already so stuffed full that even that meager extra mass produced a new burst of ache, but it was eclipsed utterly in the face of a delicately delivered piercing to her cervix that hit Hana like the most viciously delivered punch the bull brothers could have delivered, let alone the comparatively small male she had been handed over to.

No surprise that the scream was delayed.  Hana had begun to risk hyperventilating again long before the fatal penetration, and was almost winded more than anything by the explosion of branding pain that came with the hare's ruining her cervix.  But then it didn't stop.  Red turned the handle, and feeling the hooktip scoring a line around the inside of her womb, the agony seemed to stretch and bend and almost seemed to take Hana's perceptions along with it.

That was when the scream came.  No build up, just exploding out of Hana's throat in an ear-piercing explosion of sound that might still have managed to hurt Red's ears in the split-second it took him to smother her.  And no way restraint could be maintained now; Hana probably wasn't even thinking anymore, even as her bugged eyes locked on the moving bulge in her lower tummy, she began to thrash in Red's lap as if the hook had been hooked up to a power socket.  She might well have wrecked his carefully planned little horror piece if it weren't for just how tightly her limbs had been clamped out at angles, reducing truly violent movements to jerks and twitches and cramping, muscle-threatening tension.  Was that the sound of the cuffs themselves complaining?

And all while her tail lashed between their legs, slashing and thumping at the floor as the spasms threw the oversized, overfluffy limb into chaos as well.

All while the bump moved.  And twisted, lifted, grew more and more distinct and then more and more pointed and Hana screamed and screamed and -

This time the SPLTCH really was audible, splattering into the room along with the little gout of blood and cum as the tip of Red's hook exploded back into the light of day.  That was the moment Hana finally lost it.  Not her mind, though!  Rather, the meal she had taken before bed in readiness for a planless attempt to flee.  She had avoided being sick so, so many times throughout the night.  But as Red crudely nailed her uterus back into place - if partly also out into the open - through the previously smooth and perfect skin of her tummy with his favourite toy, Hana's stomach lurched and vomit did indeed splatter up and against his clutching palm.  The scream stopped at that point, but only because it had turned to bubbling against the mess that had nowhere to escape to.

"MMH!  MMNH!  MMHNNHNHNN-kh-HNNHKK-HRRKH-!"

By the time Red pulled away his hand, the worst of that particular convulsion was over, and only a little remained in Hana's mouth to spill from its corner as he uncovered her face and let the huffing sounds had come from behind it turn back into those same, rapid, gasping breaths.  But she was clearly not going anywhere for the moment, stuck gawping at the shiny, if slightly blood-stained spike that was poking out just underneath her navel.

—

While Hana went into shock over the fresh new wound in her gut, Red's attention had already shifted away from the hook to the girl's ever-thrashing tail. It must've had a mind of its own at this point, as even the raccoon hybrid's stunned state hadn't slowed its frantic flailing.

"Right... that damn tail," Red muttered, meat-hook forgotten as he reached for one of the items he'd grabbed earlier, "It's cute, but annoying as hell. Lucky I got just the solution."

Wielding a small device in one paw, the hare snatched up the hysterical tail to slip it around the base and lock it in. Though Hana would've had no clue what it was,  Red was closely familiar with its purpose if not its convenient design. Having smoked quite a few cigars in his day, he'd always enjoyed having one of these little guillotines on hand. They were... really great at removing pesky appendages, quick and easy, and repeatedly if necessary. And so small it fit right in your pocket.

Humming to himself as he adjusted the tool, he wrapped his fingers around the base of Hana's tail preemptively, before asking aloud, "Wanna see something cool...? If you hold a tail like this, when you... SNIP it off..."

Suddenly the sharp and powerful blade sliced through flesh, tendon and bone, instantly severing Hana's tail from her spine in a single, agonizing pinch. And yet... the hybrid's striped tail continued to frantically flail about for a time, even as it disembodiedly floated away in Red's tight grasp, actually struggling to contain it as he then flipped it around, so her own dismembered tail could wag in her face.

"It'll just keep on moving for a while, just like this, see...?" Red explained with a cackle, letting it swat at her horrified expression with its final throes.

After a moment or two, the wagging weakened to twitching, and then, it just stopped dead entirely, finally going limp.

"Oh well," he mused, "I guess it'll make a nice souvenir."

—

Working with Hana's tail was a lot easier when she was contending with the shock of a hook being rammed out of her tummy.  Sure the big, infuriating limb continued its own, panicked-seeming thrashing, but if the girl had realised what Red intended to do to that one especially significant piece of her anatomy, it was possible her own abject panic would have let her wrench herself enough to make things awkward.

As-was, the hare's continued talking to her, the feel of something happening to that (also very sensitive) fluffy limb... and even the utter absurdity of what she could see poking out of her belly, had just started to claw Hana's mind back from the fringes of an absolute snap.  She even squirmed uncomfortably, as if parts of her mind had... put up walls, and were still able to register a discomfort from her tail would only have mattered to the Hana from before all of her holes had been violated, and one of them yanked out and then nailed back up inside of her.

Maybe she had just, just recovered enough lucidity to understand what Red was saying, because although she didn't react significantly, her eyes were once more going big in the split second before he snapped down the blade - and Hana's world exploded.

Even had her tail not been possessed of peculiarly great sensitivity to being interfered with, Red had just driven a sheet of metal through Hana's spine.  It ought be no wonder that in response, her wrecked little body slammed rigid against the locked cuffs, the leather creaking as she didn't so much shake as straight up vibrate against the monster's front and lap.  Even her eyes were rolled back, an uncomfortably large amount of white visible and a little spittle bubbling at the corner of her mouth.

If Red was desperate to show Hana her tail from an angle she had never seen it before, she would, eventually, come down.  But it took an infuriatingly long time, and maybe the worst of the removed limb's last, nervous spasms had even abated before her eyes could begin to refocus.

Not that it mattered.  Even as Hana's eyes fluttered back from their former glaze, the horror was there just as he had wanted.  Sure he might have to do some of the swatting himself, but maybe it was that same horror that anchored Hana enough that she could actually use words.

"Tail.. t-tail - p-put it back put it b-back put it back put it back-"

There was a real possibility that if Red didn't take just a moment to manage her, Hana might become a lot less fun for a bit.  Her eyes were, once again, huge as they swam with the now omnipresent tears, and her tiny mind had stalled on the fact that one of the great truths of her existence - that she had a fluffy, pretty, if rather too big, striped tail - had just been detached in a horrifically literal way.

—

Although it had taken Hana so long to recover from the sudden loss that her tail had eventually stopped twitching, the shock and horror when she eventually saw it dangled in front of her was like honey to a starving bear. Red lapped up every second of that sheer disbelief parred with the undeniable reality swatting her in the face. Her precious little tail was gone; severed. And in her hysteria the cub frantically demanded that her rapist reattach it.

Chuckling darkly at her stammering, Red teased her a little longer, dragging the soft, striped fur across her face before inevitably wrapping the dismembered limb around her neck. As he let it go, the blood still trapped inside weakly dribbled down over Hana's damaged nipple while the hare looked for the drill he'd acquired. In the process, he spied another camera lens, situated on the coffee-table in front of the couch. Damn, they really are everywhere, he thought.

This camera was especially handy, being in a little housing with a long wire. Using a foot to awkwardly drag it closer so he could position it directly in front to capture Hana's final moments better, Red finally addressed the weeping, shuddering, and all but dying girl strapped to his lap.

"Yeah sure, kid. No problem, I'll just sew that sucker back on. But first... I'm just going to need one last thing from you..."

Unknown to Hana, Red held up the drill and checked it over as he continued, "We're finally almost finished, you have my word. So to end us off, why don't you tell your friends and folks at home just how good a girl you were. Tell us all the things you got to do and learn about today..."

To be perfectly fair, Red didn't really expect her to have much to say on the matter, other than perhaps blubbering and further begging, but it would help distract her from the final blow, at least. She earned that much for being so obedient, despite his brutality.

"This is your time, Hana. Then you can go to sleep and see your friends again. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

It was a hard sell under such circumstances. Tail gone, spike of metal piercing her gut, and blood oozing everywhere as slowly but surely she bled out.

—

Hana had made an awful lot of pretty pictures for the producers' cameras during her 'flunking out', and this set of moments was no different.  Even before Red noticed and hiked the camera nearer across the table to better frame her, he'd had her wearing her own tail like a scarf whilst pleading stupidly for it to be stuck back on like a detachable extra.

And even to younger viewers, it ought be obvious that Red had damaged - broken - something more than just her body.  The fact alone that despite everything, she just did as she was told when he repositioned the low-angled camera, placated however temporarily by the promise that he would indeed just stick her tail back where it belonged so long as Hana did what he needed her to do...  Not a thought in that pretty, silly little head for the fact that her dismembered tail couldn't possibly have anything to do with saying a last few words to her little friends, presumably gathered watching in the disused kindergarten a week from now.

Back when Hana had been pleading to be given to Nurse Angel, there had been a decent chance that, with the right equipment and expertise, her life at least might have been saved.  Now, as Red corrected the table-sat camera to better take in the wreckage of the cub he'd been given, with its perfectly angled view of her ripped nipple, that steel spike protruding messily from her popped tummy, the wrecked crater of her behind... and the bloody stump where her tail should have been hung?  Even the most naive of viewers ought not have any doubt that their little not-really-a-raccoon companion was so, so far beyond the reprieve she seemed to think Red might still give her.

All the same, just slightly less bright eyes gazed into the camera as Red instructed her, making one last, pretty picture for the previews.  Even if the camera had zoomed right in on her face, it should be clear something was very wrong.  Make a cub spend several hours screaming in agony, and muscles at the tops of her cheeks would leave tense little lines to go with her bloodshot, if still very pretty, deep-blue eyes.  Good thing it had not zoomed in that far though, or it might not have caught the hare holding a power drill up beside Hana's head as she mustered up the most tragically effortful of smiles and started to speak.

"R... really?  I-I would I..." she seemed to take a moment, as if trying to line up the events of the night that in the moment seemed to make up the sum total of her ten years of experience.

"I-I was... I-I was a good girl.  I was going to r-run away but... but Principal Walker caught me and, and then -" ... she didn't know his name, did she?  What a weird thing to realise of a sudden.  "Then this mister with his hook chased me and... and there was a bathroom.  And a class and, and he put his willy in me.  A-and his paw and... and it hurt so much I-"

Something shook for a second, as if remembering the explosive pain of Red's pawing snapping her now multiply-broken pelvis had focused the damaged little hybrid's mind.  Enough that she sobbed, fresh tears trickling down cheeks despite the fact that that idiot smile hadn't gone anywhere.

"A-and - and then the mister used his hook to fix my... t-to fix my cunny... and my, my tail -

"I-I shouldn't... s-shouldn't have ... I-I'm sorry Principal Walker I w-want to go back, I'm sorry I'm s-suh-sorry -"

Hana didn't break down.  Not exactly.  Sure the tears flowed freely, and she seemed about to descend into apologising endlessly for whatever horrible misbehaviour had led to this, but even then the wrong-looking smile didn't really go away.  So she looked into the camera with the looming drill beside her head, at her friends who she was sure were watching and all the awful grown-ups of which she was barely aware.

—

As Hana seemed to accept his lie, she actually surprised Red by finding the mental clarity and strength to speak coherently enough to be understood. He was sure sobbing was all she could muster, but then, maybe shaking like that disturbed the hook lodged in her too much. Either way, just talking made it move, yet still, the paling raccoon did her best to oblige his sick request. Had she known she was offering her final words, she might not have been so eager, or even so detailed in her recounting.

When words started to fail her though, and she broke down into tears again, Red gently began stroking and petting one side of Hana's head. It was in part to encourage her to keep going, but it served a darker, ulterior purpose as the drill in the hare's opposing paw, raised the tip of a drill-bit longer than the width of the girl's head. Intimidating to be sure, but Hana had no clue that it was poised right outside her ear as she stumbled her way through the rest of the recollection and eventually into apologies and pleas to the 'Principal'.

Once Hana had said her piece, continuing to cry as he pet her head and stroked her ears, Red spoke up, "That was very good, Hana. You're such a wonderful, pretty girl. Now, it's time to sleep, okay...? Say goodnight to everyone. Are you ready? Goodnight, Hana..."

Red waited until Hana was well into what amounted to her 'final good-byes', then, suddenly... the drill whirred to life. Unfortunately, the affected ear would only hear it briefly as it tore through the cub's eardrum with brutal efficiency. The hare's paw grabbed her head tightly then, holding it firm as he let the dying cub attempt to finish mid-blend as he drilled first to the center of her brain, and then, grudgingly, out the other ear with a bloody splurt.

It wouldn't be long down, but Red powered down the drill and left it in place, still holding Hana's head in those final moments as he waited to see if a steel rod through the brain would be enough to put an end to his perfect little toy.

"Goodnight, Hana..." Red said again, with a greater finality than when he'd encouraged her to say her own good-byes.

—

The stroking did help, a little!  It might very well have been the sole reason that Hana's coherence lasted as long as it did.  So there she was, framed in the camera lens with tears rolling down her cheeks, and a drill-bit poised just to one side of an ear that flicked a couple of times against the looming presence, even as its owner remained ignorant.

"G... Goodnight everywuh-"

The drill screamed to life beside Hana's head, and no doubt the sound would have been terribly painful had Red not plunged it into her ear before she could do more than twitch.

One last nightmare for the viewers, as the steel bit plunged through Hana's ear and into her skull and immediately threw everything into chaos.  The worst part was, Hana did not just die.

Nobody would know how much was left of 'Hana' once the drill had plunged halfway into her skull, and then a little less quickly out the other side.  But as the big, steel bit twisted and shredded everything that made the little hybrid child a person on its way through, her whole body bucked against the restraining leather cuffs with force enough that ligaments must have torn where prettily contrasting restraints couldn't.

Nonetheless, maybe Red would recognise what was happening, after the multiple times he'd found a way to cause it himself.  Hana had never had an orgasm, and now she never would, but her hips were jerking in the little slack available, slashed behind smacking uncomfortably against the hare's belly before jerking forward over and over.  All while that raped red-raw little cunt spasmed furiously on his meat-hook in one, last, would-have-been-agony ghost-climax.  

Apparently lethally mis-handled lobotomy by drill was enough to find some last few droplets in her bladder, because the tiny hole above Hana's thin, steel dildo suddenly twitched a last splatter of clear fluids, splashing across and blurring that camera lens.  But there were plenty of other viewpoints to capture the moment when her jammed-open eyes rolled back and mouth cracked open in a scream that never began, and Poly, Colleen, Avery (and Amber)'s friend momentarily had an appearance to match the sluttiest of cubby porn starlets before she slumped.

—

When the hare's final good-bye didn't get an answer, he was more or less certain Hana had joined the ever growing body-count from Nightmare Elementary's production. Though, just to be sure, he revved the drill a few times and tried to pull it out, only to get stuck on fragments of skull inside.

"Dammit..." Red muttered, jerking on it, twisting and really just completely disrespecting Hana's fresh corpse as he jerked her limp head around until the drill finally ripped free with a roar and a spray of blood. "Hah..! There we go.."

With a twitch, the hare turned his attention back to the camera, almost forgetting it was there for a second. Noticing a bit of splatter had reached it, his gaze briefly dropped to the dead cub's pussy with an amused snort, before reaching a foot out to clear off the camera and offer the future viewers a dark, frightening grin.

"Now... which one of you will be next I wonder..." he pondered chillingly, even as he unlatched the limbs of the lifeless not-a-raccoon and not-a-living-thing-thing-anymore, rolling Hana's corpse onto the couch beside him. Standing up, still all naked and stained with the girl's blood, the final moments of footage showed the hare turning around to 'retrieve' his hook.

And by retrieving... Red coldly planted a foot on Hana's neck, breaking it relatively easily as he used it for leverage. Not to pull the hook back out the way it came, but instead... to rip it, violently, gruesomely, and very, VERY messily, from the dead girl's groin. Needless to say, as he stepped out of frame, the gaping hole left behind was so thorough, that a very deceased Hana's intestines began to ooze out onto the couch cushion as her distant eyes stared at some far-off place behind the camera.

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