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Walker some time with his favorite cub.\n\nWritten by me and @Fens\n\nExtra art of Hana by @Flowerfall", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Diverting from early on in the game to give Walker some time with his favorite cub.

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Extra art of Hana by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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", "writing": "Nightmare Elementary AU:\nWalker Unleashed\n(RP log betwen MystBunny and Fens)\n\n#####WARNING#####\nThis log contains brutal cub rape, blood, gore, and death\n#####WARNING####\n\n(best viewed in Open Office)\n\n\n\n\"Sure, I can wait. I can't contain myself around that cute little cock-tease much longer, but It'll take a couple of days to get everything ready anyway, and to bring in those bunnies that didn't make the cut. Mr. Red can have his scene with one of them and keep the other. Hopefully that will satisfy him… I understand, I fully intend to preserve the format of the show beyond that. The new host can tell the cubs whatever he wants. They won't have a clue. Thank you, sir.\"\n\nPrincipal Walker ended the call with a grin, eyeing Hana on the security monitor. The cute little hybrid was in her garden as usual. Over the next couple of days, he would lustfully watch her, eyes wandering over her small, naked body every chance he got. Every time he got near her, every time she spoke, and even when she remembered to obstruct his view with her tail, there was always a visible bulge in his pants, though of course given the innocence of the cubs within this walled-off, abandoned school, he would not have to hide his obvious arousal. The days of Hana's innocence, however, were officially numbered.\n\nAs it was from the start of the show, the pent up panther had to fight the urge to just grab the naked little hybrid and rape her on the spot, regardless of who might witness the early revalation. When the day finally came, he was sure to be ready. He had the smelling salts in his pocket, a small box of gear ready to go, and a pre-measured powdery substance that he mixed into the lunches of the remaining cubs, all except his favorite.\n\nAfter lunch, one by one, the cubs would slowly walk back towards the kindergarten with the occasional stagger, except for two who elected to lay their heads down on the table right in the cafeteria. They all fell into a deep sleep, except for Hana, who was soon approached at her garden by the eager adult panther. He appeared with a box, the contents of which were as concealed as his enthusiasm for this very moment.\n\n\"Hello, Hana. I have a present for you…\"\n\n—\n\nNot that there was terribly much hope for Hana's innocence at this point anyway. Sure, Poly had begun agitating about 'something being wrong' and was allegedly thinking about having an escape plan, but aside fact that that was just a glint in the imagination of her little fox friend, Hana certainly did not seem to believe that anything was 'up'. Well, beyond the part where there were cameras everywhere and all of their clothing had been taken away, but that was all supposed to be a part of the game! And so far, any goodbyes aside, it really had all been pretty fun.\n\nThere were cartoons to watch and things to read and games to play, and the food was nice and the beds - while a bit simple - came with a whole pack of friends that had only recently begun to dwindle. And Hana had her garden! Sure, even she seemed to realize it was little more than managed weeds, but she really did seem to believe that during her time on the show, she might be able to make something of the little wild patch she had appropriated for herself.\n\nMaybe Hana had been aware of looks from the principal… or at least that she got more than the other cubs? But if she did realize anything was up, well, she wouldn't go advertising it to her new friends but the little not-quite-raccoon girl was definitely, secretly, pleased that someone so important had taken a shine to her. She hadn't even been playing to that! Not wilfully, anyway. The shows she unwittingly put on during any visits to Walker's office to trade in her tokens were another story.\n\nAnd so came the day when everyone but her seemed a little bit… off, come lunchtime. Nobody had asked her to play, Colleen hadn't made any of her nice little gestures. About the only cub who seemed in any way normal was Avery, and that was only because she had such a tendency toward quiet even when they were all having fun! So off they all wandered, leaving Hana to inwardly shrug and turn her mind to the little weed patch with which she had been having so much fun.\n\nShe was just contemplating how best to make those daisies stand out, oversized tail thoughtlessly swishing the dusty ground behind her, when Principal Walker spoke up and earned the perhaps inevitable squeak of surprise. Up on her feet near immediately, turning about and obscuring her work as if she might have been doing something somehow illicit - did she really think it was secret, or something? Maybe thought she'd get in trouble for using a bit of the school grounds without permission?\n\n\"Principal Walker-!\" still with that slightest pitch to her voice as she fought off the worst of the startle. Only to blink at the box, and the talk of a present and, \"I… really?\"\n\nShe thoughtlessly wandered nearer, gazing up at the significantly taller panther. Of course by the time she was what she thought was a polite distance from the principal's legs, Hana was having to crane her neck a bit… but still, the talk of a present!\n\n\"Is… everyone going to get one?\" funny little mix of tones there. Chance of being special, thought of being unfair to the others if not…\n\nAnd no, she wasn't remembering to cover herself with her tail. Between surprise and then distraction with a potential gift, absentmindedness about nudity had won out once more. The over-fluffy appendage was barely curled against her ankles as she stood before the panther, all bare just-about-present little curves and puffily immature bits that really oughtn't be being caught for the enjoyment of adults. Assuming one of the many strategically placed cameras was around to witness as Walker finally made his move.\n\n–\n\nTo the principal's internal delight, the little hybrid came at him with her attention diverted from her usual modesty, her nude, white front, inner thighs, and the soft-looking immature labia on full display. As she approached, Walker opened the box. Inside were 5 curled leather straps of varying sizes, a collar, and a cuff for each limb with metal rings hanging from each. Buried under the gear were a couple of small padlocks, and one long length of rope.\n\nA camera operator circled around Walker to get a shot of the contents of the box, as well as the naked Hybrid approaching to see what the panther had brought for her. Principal Walker had wondered if the rope being presented along with the rest of the gear might raise questions or concern, but at this point, the eager panther wasn't worried in the least about giving away sinister intent so quickly. He continued to present the gear as a gift, placing the box on the ground and picking up the jingling collar. As Walker approached Hana with the collar, the delight could barely be contained any longer by his previously professional expression.\n\nWalker uncurled the collar as he approached her neck with it.\n\n\"Now let's put this on a cute little girl…\"\n\n—\n\nAnd Hana wasn't an immodest little girl! Quite the opposite! But even just a week of having to go nude and it just got… tiring, to stay ever alert thus, and more and more it was only Poly's enduring discomfort and the times when attention was drawn to her nudity that really set her off. So much easier to think about other things!\n\nLike the big, kind of handsome, kind of scary authority figure had come bearing gifts, for instance. Box opened, and of course Hana tried to peer inside, curious, puzzled, a tiny bit excited. The dominant expression when she looked up from the assortment of items was confusion, however.\n\n\"... Belts? I um -\" she didn't want to say something so stupid and obvious, but she was trying so hard to think of something else to say. In the end she compromised. \"They're.. Neat? Kind of pretty?\" Well, they were presumably polished and stuff! \"But.. I don't have any trousers, or… anything, so -\"\n\nThe camera operator... set her off a little bit. She did not leap into full cringing, covering aspect - she'd gotten past that at least. But with the lens focusing on her and breaking the moment a little bit, she did shrink ever so slightly, pale inner fur of her thighs pressing a little flat as she clenched her legs, tilted her waist as if nobody would notice her trying to obscure her privates, or angle her arms to obscure those little pink nipples faintly visible through fine chest fur.\n\nShe was eyeing the rope as well, but she'd already pushed her luck with pointing out she had no use for belts and - oh, Principal Walker had one of the items, and was coming over with it!\n\n\"Oh! It's um…\" did she know about collars? If so, she didn't fight it. Maybe it was supposed to be a necklace? Those did make good gifts, or so she'd been told.\n\nAnd so Hana behaved. Fidgeted a little, sure - moreso with the grown-up in such necessarily close proximity - but managed to keep herself to merely taking on a bit of a small posture, white-furred paws clasping in front of her tummy and thumbs shifting as a relief for the urge to fidget even more, even as it was looped about her neck and presumably buckled close.\n\nWas it comfortable? Presumably it all depended on the quality and fit.\n\n–\n\nWalker moved around behind the fidgeting hybrid, grinning as he moved just out of view. As he buckled the collar around her, resisting the urge to yank her soft body back against his bulging crotch, he was glad of the quality of his under-garments, absorbing the pre that began to slowly swell from the tip of his penis, to be absorbed before it could create a visible wet spot on his pants. Walker slid his fingers against Hana's neck, checking to make sure the collar wasn't too tight before circling back around to grab the next item.\n\n\"It looks like I will no longer be the host after today. Someone else is coming in to replace me.\"\n\nWalker continued to fit Hana with the cuffs, first around her wrists, then her ankles. There was an audible jingle every time the cub moved as the straps were tightened around her wrists and ankles. Walker continued as his eyes scanned the nearby tree.\n\n\"I'm fine with it though. I think the viewers will be too, because it means I finally get to do something I've been itching to do since day one. I would have been content to stick around to the end when I could finally…\"\n\nThe panther gripped one of Hana's wrists, forcing the little appendage upward, holding it close to her neck. He grabbed a padlock from the box and quickly locked her wrist-cuff into the metal ring on the side of her collar. He then gripped the other wrist, holding it out of the way while his free paw pressed against Hana's chest, finally pulling the soft little cub against his body, exhaling in her ear as his paw began to wander over the cub's soft chest fur, slowly working its way down.\n\n\"...but you… you're just… so irresistible…\"\n\n—\n\nLike a good, well-behaved cub, Hana continued to do her very best to keep still while the principal 'dressed' her. The slightest intake of breath - she might not even have realized she had done so herself! - for the feeling of his fingers working about her neck as he buckled the collar into position. Certainly however, by not moving around too much she kept herself ignorant of Walker's grin, of any looks exchanged with crew, not to mention the effect she was already having on the grown-up's lower body.\n\n\"I... you won't?\" sounding a little bit confused. Particularly with apparently being confided in. Funny little mix of feelings at that, too. A little bit sad, certainly. But a funny sense of relief? Like a tension she'd been carrying would go away when -\n\n\"Oh -\" someone had been lost in her own thoughts! Enough so that Walker had the second cuff in place before she realized, and was turning her wrists around to examine them. \"These are um...\"\n\nAgain, Hana was almost sure she should know. 'Paw cuffs' had popped to mind, and she had almost asked! But they weren't metal, or linked together. In the end, with one ankle cuff in place, and a thought that the dark leather looked kind of nice against her lighter grey fur, Hana resolved to ask. Taking a little breath while the exiting host worked in a position that... presumably had his face awfully close to those slightly plump, tight-shut-unto-prominence little nether lips. \"Principal Walker? What, are these-?\"\n\nOop, except, he was talking though! Confiding still, even. So she listened, and tried to find the right things to say even as he took ahold of her wrists. \"Oh, then.. that's good, right? I mean ...\"\n\nClick.\n\nHana blinked, gave her paw an experimental tug. Okay, little flicker of uncertainty, now. \"U-um -\"\n\nTug, tug, jingle. Squeak.\n\nThe last sound being Hana's voice, because while she had been fairly compliant up to now, now the panther had put a paw on her bare chest (there was just the tiniest bit of yield; a breast soon-to-be, but not yet, budding) and tugged her backward! The squeaked sound blunted a little as her back thumped against his chest, her tail agitatedly swishing low between Walker's legs as he held her.\n\n\"Principal Walker? I -\" there was another little sound of moving metal as she tried to make her restrained paw move away from her neck, not to mention a cursory attempt to withdraw the one wasn't yet bound from the grip of that much larger, darker paw. \"I am? I don't -\"\n\n–\n\nThe camera was slowly brought closer, pointed at Hana's young crotch. The skunk operating it had to kneel to close in on the lower half of Hana's body as Walker's paw inched lower, and lower, until he could press a paw pad slowly between the young girl's undeveloped labia, a groan rumbling in her ear as Walker explored his favorite cub.\n\n\"Oh the things I want to do to you, Hana…\"\n\nWalker pressed his finger more firmly against Hana's tiny slit, rubbing that rough paw pad against it harshly. His bulge twitched against Hana's back. His breathing escalated into heavy breaths against the little hybrid's ear.\n\n\"I would have been fine with waiting for the game to play out, and having a turn with the winner, but then you…\"\n\nWalker's finger then forced its way inside, slowly penetrating the young cub's canal. He stopped at just the tip of his finger, nuzzling it inside that tightly squeezing orifice as he held onto his favorite cub more tightly.\n\n\"You showed up, and you made me want you more than anyone else. You made me hate being the host, because it meant if you lost, I'd have to watch someone else take you away from me. I'm not going to let that happen. I won't settle for anyone but you. You're all mine now.\"\n\n—\n\n\"I ...\" Hana was just starting to have a bad feeling. Like, a proper bad feeling, not a sort-of-exciting-but-also-scary one. The camera being so focused on her was not a small part of that. And being pressed back against Principal Walker and held there, well, there was no longer nearly so much room for her to strategically turn herself and obscure things.\n\nNot that she didn't try. Even if the sole result of that would be a small amount of squirming all but against that bulge was making it increasingly hard not to arch her back in a vain attempt to escape it. Really though, her only hope was to press her thighs together, and while Hana was not really aware, in many ways all that did was emphasize.\n\nBut not nearly so much as when Walker's paw went and pressed. She'd been breathing a tiny bit faster as it crept downward, but now another little noise, a sort of bitten squeal as if somehow, Hana still thought she ought not be fussing. Those immaturely squishy labia misshaped against his pad and revealed a glimpse of bright, fresh pink to the low-angled camera.\n\n\"O-ow-\" small, complained on the in-breath. Still trying not to be difficult.\n\n\"I don't -\" whatever else she'd intended to say however, cut off. Because try though she might to be 'good', the additional pressure, the roughness of the pad against her sensitive little pussy even before it grazed the even more delicate flesh within, not to mention the creeping sense that she ought actually be frightened of this particularly big, dark, predatory grown-up? It ought not be a surprise that her breaths had started to come quick and a little bit high-pitched the longer he spoke, the longer she felt his hot breath against her strangely placed ear.\n\nShe was already biting down on a whine, listening to the talk of things 'being done', 'having a turn' that all sounded so uncomfortable. But for that virginal little cunt to be cracked open so, even by only the fingertip? Something finally gave out and Hana shrieked. A different sort to the one she had made before, but sharp, and sudden, and loud, and made all the worse by having worked so hard to keep her voice down until then. Tears already prickled threateningly at her eyes, breaths hitching as she kept trying so, so hard to listen to what the person in charge was saying.\n\n\"H-hurts, it -\" squeaky voiced while that anything-but-ready little hole did indeed squeeze the fingertip almost viciously. \"I'm sorry I-\"\n\nShe was just starting to succumb to that urge to just apologize was so typical of a girl her age in a situation she neither understood nor liked, when the 'accusations' came and gave her something to actually be sorry for. It was almost a comfort! Certainly it forestalled more frantic attempts to appease the angry(?) grown-up. Albeit, beneath the impulse to jump on a reason for what was happening, a little part of Hana's mind still was not sure she liked it when Walker called her his.\n\n–\n\nThe moment Hana shrieked, Walker's finger stopped. The reflexive clench when he entered the girl's narrow canal was lovely, and those soft thighs squeezing against his paw with futility was a tease of a sight that had urged Walker to continue his assault. However, the panther removed his finger. Though it may have seemed to Hana as if her scream and protest prompted Walker to withdraw, that certainly wasn't the case. Her screams, though causing the principal to flatten his ears to dampen the sound, caused Walker's heart to race with excitement and anticipation.\n\nHe wanted more–so much more of those adorable screams from his young captive, but for now, he rewarded her vocal behavior with some relief, hoping it would further encourage her to keep using that lovely voice to try to dissuade him. When she apologized, he raised his paw, fresh with the smell of the young cub's sex, to her cheek, rubbing softly.\n\n\"Oh no, sweet Hana, you didn't do anything wrong. No, I'm not doing this to punish you. I'm simply taking what's mine.\"\n\nWith that, Walker raised Hana's other paw, and clipped the remaining cuff into her collar, ensuring she would be unable to use her paws to protect herself from what was to come. Taking her by the wrist, Walker roughly led Hana to a spot under the nearby tree with his other paw on the box containing the rope. He then pressed his paws against the tiny cub's shoulders and shoved her down into a sitting position.\n\n\"You see, a host has to be impartial. He can't show favoritism to any of the contestants. With a cutie like you, I just couldn't help but favor you. That could make me a bad host.\"\n\nWith his footpaw against Hanna's thigh, he tied one end of the rope to the ring of her ankle cuff. With the little hybrid's leg attached to the rope for a quick tug should she try to run, Walker released Hana, throwing the rope over one of the lower limbs of the tree, then another.\n\n—\n\nHana of course had no idea that by clenching her thighs thus, she was only egging the principal on further. Soft thighs indeed squished about the top of the panther's paw in a vain effort to impede him, and all while that clenching little slit was not only making promises about its tightness, but the warmth against his pad... well. Little girls like her ran hot, after all!\n\nBut then out came the finger, even that small penetration escaping her clutches with a sensation akin to a pop, even if there wasn't any noise to go with it. Still dry, for one thing. And all while puffy little cub-slit closed right back up, a tight line as if the digit had never pushed her open. Hana was panting already, soft, and quick; a result of the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.\n\nRubbing her cheek earned a small whimper. While Hana had been keeping still as if fearing hurting herself during her first, tentative penetration, now that her insides were no longer trying to accommodate a grown-up's fingertip she clearly felt more at liberty to test her bonds once more. ... Nope, the little metal hook that she could just about brush if she twisted her paw remained as unyielding as ever. And continued to jangle just as pleasingly.\n\nThe reassurance felt funny, too. Like a little relief at being told she wasn't in trouble that was tripped up as quickly as it came by the confusing statement about taking what was his.\n\n\"I don't...\" 'understand', presumably, although Hana didn't finish her sentence as was such a bad habit of hers. Instead she pivoted, as if snatching at whatever scraps of logic she could with, \"Is that why I can't move my hand?\"\n\nSomehow, she did not want to directly address all this confusing talk of ownership. But at the same time the compulsion was there, and approaching from the side with a question about her binds seemed like a potential answer? Indeed, \"I can't see -\" Another little sound of moving metal as, yet again, Hana tried to withdraw her restrained wrist from its spot near her pretty new collar. Albeit this time, perhaps more to illustrate? Maybe she even wanted to know the picture she struck, on some level! He had called them a gift after all.\n\n... All while Walker went and finished clipping her paws into place. Turning the little hybrid girl into such a picture of prayer-like vulnerability for the skunk crouching in front of her with that camera, and the future (or even current?) viewers beyond the lens.\n\nHold taken of her wrist, and so carelessly hauled forward. So bound, she might as well have been being dragged by the neck! Certainly it made her stumble, another discomfited little cry as bare foot-paws didn't have time to be careful about their footing on the rough stone, dirt, and grass of the schoolyard. And then the shove -\n\n\"Ow!\" all squeakily indignant, the single little exclamation a whole parcel of confusion, budding fear, and just a little bit of betrayal. She'd have gone here if he'd told her to! Why had the principal been rough?\n\nSo there she was, gazing up from where she'd been sat with tail curling thoughtlessly around her bare bottom. The slight backward lean meant that, knees together or not, there's still be a flicker glimpse of that squished-tight line of her tiny pussy, though Hana was far too busy with her predicament to have started worrying about her dignity again.\n\nListening to the lecture about impartiality, the talk of her being cute (okay, still earned a tiny little flutter inside her chest and tummy, for that), she actually continued to watch as Walker tied the rope to her new leather anklet! Not that she... didn't remain fairly confused. Scared or not, the still-seated little girl finally plucked up the courage to ask.\n\n\"... What are you doing?\"\n\n–\n\nWith Hana remaining obediently in place, Walker ignored her question for the moment as he tightened the length of rope between her ankle and the first tree limb. He continued to pull, raising Hana's leg and forcing her to roll onto her back or side. Once her ankle was extended well over her, making it impossible for the cub to raise herself back into a sitting position, he approached her with the rope. He shoved with his foot to push Hana further onto her back, then pressed against her leg, pinning it in place while he knelt down to begin running the other length of rope through the cuff on her free leg.\n\n\"As clueless as you are adorable… which makes this part easier…\"\n\nOnce enough of the rope was run through, Walker continued to pull it through the ring, forcing Hana's other leg to rise towards the other tree limb, effectively spreading her legs wide and allowing the camera a mostly unobstructed view of Hana's front side save for what she might hide with her tail. As Walker pulled the rope tight and began tying it through the ring on her cuff, the ropes had Hana on her back, legs spread nicely for the lustful principal as he finished securing her, and kneeled between those helplessly spread legs, starting to remove his tie.\n\n\"As I said, Hana. I'm taking what's mine. I'm going to use your cute little body however I want. I might even break it..\"\n\nWalker tossed his tie onto the ground and leaned over the helpless, bound cub, moving between her legs and gripping her bottom jaw to force her tiny muzzle open.\n\n\"...and nobody is going to try to stop me.\"\n\nWith that, Walker pressed his muzzle against the tiny little girl's lips, groaning into a sudden, deep kiss while his free paw began to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing more of the light-tinted fur down his chest and abdomen while the camera operator slowly moved the device around for better shots, certainly not moving to stop whatever Walker was doing.\n\n—\n\nThus ignored... well, it took Hana a long moment to recharge her courage, but she didn't leave the question entirely alone when she received no explanation.\n\n\"Principal Walker? I-heek!\" and up went her leg, a little cry of surprise and small hurt at the inevitable scrape of her bottom before she indeed managed to roll onto her side, tail briefly thrashing above her before its weight got the better of any instincts and it flopped back to the ground.\n\n\"I don't- ow!\" she had been trying to find a way to regain some measure of upright-ness, too. Right up until he stepped on her. Or so Hana took being so-shoved at any rate. Kneeling like that... well, once again, proximity to those bare, just-prepubescent nethers; puffy, downy-white-furred little mons an ever-present tease while he worked.\n\n... And then a squeak, because he was pulling the other rope and her leg was being tugged with it, and there was a jerk as self-conscious instincts finally overcame confusion and nascent habits. She was naked! She wasn't just naked, her legs were being pulled open and there was a big, arguably still strange man, and another complete stranger - with a camera! So that jerk and soft chime of clinking metal and the faintest of grunts, because Hana had tried to jerk her paws down her front to cover her privates. Which had led to a yank of wrists against the collar, and her neck, and -\n\n\"Don't-!\" almost a shout! Not to mention the color that had flushed into her cheeks, especially as the camera had its moment to focus on the way, with legs pulled that wide, those plump little labia had parted to show off a little of her vividly pink insides once more. Well, until she did indeed employ her tail, which apparently took her a moment to realize she could do. And even then it was a little bit of a game! That oversized limb was kind of heavy, and when she wasn't simply letting it do its own thing… well, forcing it to straighten, then curl up between her legs and flop onto her tummy? There was actually a flicker of effort in her face, thus!\n\nWalker's kneeling like that - and taking off his tie? What was he doing? He hadn't hurt her or anything - not really anyway - but, \"... You're being kind of scary -\"\n\nIt was all that Hana could think of to say, swallowing a little. Her tail was already beginning to slide off her tummy under its own weight, and the briefest effort to correct it was forgotten entirely when he took ahold of her face.\n\n\"I -\" big, dark eyes - and there was fear there, finally. Not terror or anything! Yet. But it was fairly clear that, finally, the little half-breed girl had realized something was genuinely wrong here. A shame it was too late to say anything, what with that big, dark muzzle being pressed against hers.\n\nSo Hana gave a squeak! Eyes had gone momentarily huge. He was kissing her! He was kissing her and she was tied up, and the groan and his breath dominating her own -\n\nEven as the little cub's mind span, it was starting to get a tiniest bit fuzzy. Flicker thoughts that wasn't this a thing for grown ups and love and wait wasn't there that one slightly scary movie where the baddie had the heroine tied up and was kind of..?\n\n\"Mh! Hm-mh! Mnh-!\" she even tried to squirm! Wriggling underneath Walker as he began exposing himself, her bonds once more clinking away as she wriggled and intermittently swung that big, confused-scared gaze toward the man with the camera!\n\n–\n\nWalker nearly shuddered as the cute hybrid squeaked and squealed in shock from the forced kiss. When his shirt was fully unbuttoned and open, the large panther pressed his chest against the naked little girl beneath him, groaning from how wonderful that soft, fluffy body felt against his bare torso, her tail twitching with agitation between them. Though finally able to stop hiding his lust, he did still reward her for her frightened, muffled protest and delicious squirming.\n\nAs soon as she squealed into his large muzzle and wiggled that soft, tiny body against his, he broke the kiss, propping himself up on his paws. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, soaking in the wonderful aftermath of bringing out the small hint of fear in his little captive, bound and helpless, her innocence and her purity all his for the taking.\n\nWalker let out a shaky breath before slipping his shirt off of his back. His eyes wandered all over Hana's young body before he slowly peeled the cub's one defense–her tail, away from her body, and forced it to the ground between his legs. In this position, Hana might have been able to will her tail to move in just the right way to slip back out from under him, but when that happened, he would casually reset its position between his legs as he continued.\n\n\"I can't… I can't hold back any longer, Hana… This is going to hurt…\"\n\nWalker then lurched forward, heavy breaths washing over the young cub as he began repeatedly kissing her chest, dragging his sand-paper tongue along her nipple, then moving to her neck. All the while, the lustful adult unfastened his belt, then his pants, working his thick, barbed shaft out into the open, glistening with pre.\n\n\"I want it.. mmh.. I want it now… oh you're so pretty… mmh…\"\n\nHe started shoving his pants away from his cock, causing it to bounce and twitch, dripping onto Hana's tail as the panther worked them down his legs, all the while continuing to assault Hana's young body with kisses.\n\n—\n\nEven if the kiss had been brief, it had been so sudden, and Hana so clueless as to what she should do - not to mention the simple fact that the much bigger grown-up's breath had dominated hers for that long moment - that when he withdrew, she still gasped hard, panting a little, tears still shining a little at corners of her eyes. Even her wriggling had stopped, momentarily and in the face of that mild dizziness.\n\nSo laying there, Walker above her, his eyes closed while she emitted sweetly pitchy little breaths and fought back the little fuzz had temporarily overwhelmed her so. ... And then he touched her tail. Whatever else that too-big, too-fluffy limb may be, it was clearly sensitive as well, provoking a new intake of breath from the frightened-looking cub for the feeling of someone holding and maneuvering it. It only took his doing so again the once before she simply couldn't muster up the will for yet another attempt to obscure her otherwise helpless little pussy.\n\nAnd then... he warned her? \"I .. but, but I don't want it to -\"\n\nShe didn't even know what 'this' was! But the warning that whatever it would be, it would hurt? Ways to instantly put the wind up a cub, especially with how callous the principal was being with her besides. Not to mention the being tied up. Flicker-parts of her mind might still be turning to thoughts of adventure stories and the like and the things being tied up meant in those, but how come nothing happened when she tugged on them like the heroes did? Was it because of the special things Walker had put on her wrists, and neck, and -\n\nThe kisses flattened that line of thought, and the drag of his tongue practically killed it in turn. Hana went from a gasp, to an uncomfortable shocked little cry as the rough tongue scraped through and all but groomed the fur on her chest, abraded the sensitive little nub, left it poking up a teeny bit while she squealed and, \"That's my-!\"\n\nExcept, Walker was clearly too busy with his trousers to worry about her complaining, and when she made herself glance down, along her front, past the subtle rise of her chest and between his tummy and hers... well, that shaft was just there. Hanging, but not dangling. Eyes big even as her pupils shrank, and the pink in her cheeks going absolutely nowhere.\n\n\"That's... Principal Walker that's... that's your...\"\n\nHana's voice had turned into a bit of a whisper, but with a squeaky touch as she tripped over trying to name the phallus was looming dagger-like above her just-open little maiden hole. Hot little spatter of pre got a new, sharp little breath out of her, even as the kisses resumed and her squirming with them and a reflexive, slightly desperate little, \"N-nuh! Nuh-!\"\n\nUnder other circumstances, she might even have been giggling, shrieking even. The kisses tickled after all! But what thoughts could get through the still slightly disoriented whirl were not good ones. She wasn't even completely sure that had really been Principal Walker's boy part! It certainly hadn't looked right. The couple she had seen - including those of the 'departed' male contestants - had been nothing on that pointed, spine-adorned... club.\n\n–\n\nWalker's salvo of kisses stopped as he struggled to kick away his pants as well as his shoes. Once he was fully nude, he rose off of the confused and scared little girl struggling against her restraints, fully exposed to both Walker and the camera with no means of covering herself, and knowing Walker at the very least wanted to touch her naked body all over. For the moment, he was slowly coating his shaft in the pre that slowly dribbled from his uncomfortably aroused penis.\n\nWhen he was satisfied that his shaft was well lubricated, not having a hope or desire to attempt dry penetration on a hole so tiny, he then coated the tip of his finger with some of the strange fluid. With his free paw, he pressed a finger and thumb against Hana's labia to spread it. For the moment, the under-developed organ didn't seem willing to stretch very far, considering the size of what Walker intended to force into it. It would take some time, and a not so small amount of effort, as well as absolute agony on Hana's part to force that adult shaft through that little opening, not to mention the damage he would be doing in the process. However, the idea of doing so much damage in pursuit of nothing but sexual gratification made the principal's penis jerk with anticipation.\n\nWith his wet finger, Walker began to press against the entrance to Hana's tight canal.\n\n\"Ready?\"\n\nHe didn't wait for her to respond. It was a mockery of concern. He started to invade that little hole with the tip of his finger, and then twisted, spreading his pre inside. He wondered if Hana would assume the ensuing pain would be what Walker had warned her about, and he wasn't gentle. His finger was forced in quickly, he spread the fluid roughly, then pulled free only to refresh his supply of natural lubricant, and force his finger back inside again.\n\n—\n\nHana's efforts to struggle against her restraints might have seemed token, but they were very much in earnest as the big feline lifted himself from on top of her. He might not have been resting his weight on her, but nonetheless amidst the barrage of kisses and touching hands, it was a relief for which she had been too busy to wish. Restrained like that, unable to sit herself up (although she did try now that she had the chance, complete with cute little, 'hnn-' sound) and with her only flicker of defense the elbows of her otherwise trapped arms...\n\nWell, Hana had always been ever so good at unwittingly making a picture of herself, hadn't she?\n\nAnd all she could do was watch in confusion as the principal worked his hand up and down that... thing protruding out from between his legs, the wet sounds of the pre he was slicking down its length clearly inspiring an instinctive revulsion in the little girl. And that was before he took some of the fluid on his fingertip, and brought it near to her private place! Once again, his touch earned a gasping squeak, restraints chinking again as reflex made her try to lift her hips away from the touch and thud her shoulders against the ground in the process. Just opening her like that was clearly uncomfortable, those glaringly pink inner labia squeezing against nothing as a little of the opening reached them.\n\nIf Walker (or the camera) took a moment to look... well, there it was. Just enough view inside for a glimpse of that ever-so-slightly ragged membrane, just waiting to be shredded away. Before he eclipsed it with his finger, anyway.\n\nBy the time he asked, Hana was looking down along her front again - or perhaps 'up' was more fitting, since the ropes had her hips elevated ever so slightly while it took effort to raise her head. Either way, a neat bit of framing, that frightened face with those big, dark eyes, peering up at him over hardly-there rise of her chest and the arguably more distinct curve of her prepubescent mons.\n\nWords had failed her temporarily, and whether Walker waited or not, she responded mutely, head shaking back and forth and long, raven hair whisking the ground underneath her head and back and -\n\nAnd then he pressed. And Hana squeaked.\n\nDiscomfort at first, a sensitive little place properly touched for the first time. But the pressure didn't stop and up it pitched into a proper, squealing, \"Owww-!\" that seemed to twist into an actual shriek along with the screwing in of his finger.\n\n\"I'm not! I'm not!\" coming in squealing, slightly cracking voice before a sob got the better of her, tail thrash-sweeping the ground and her backside visibly clenching with the effort to lift her hips up and away from the invading finger and, \"Take it out!\" even as it sank into her once more past lewdly stretching pink flesh.\n\nDepending on the depth... did Walker's dark fur show much difference, with blood smearing it along with the pre he was so kindly providing Hana to lubricate her first time?\n\n–\n\nWalkers ears reflexively folded to dampen the sound of Hana's pained shriek, but those screams greatly encouraged him to hurry and get it ready for the main event, his only regret that it was only his finger feeling those clenching walls stretched around it for now. The subtle squeezing and pulsing movements against his finger coaxed more pre from his penis which felt as if it were going to burst as there was no more arousal to be coaxed from it. It took an increasing amount of willpower for Walker not to just try to shove in dry at that point, those delicious screams almost begging him to rip into her with his barbed cock, but he persisted in preparing that tiny hole for precisely what he wanted most.\n\nHana's insides even began to bleed, just a single finger being enough to cause some small breaks in that tight flesh, but it only meant more lube with which to wreck this cutie even further. With enough pre and blood coating the entrance to Hana's canal, Walker allowed her labia to close, and slid his finger free before applying traces of Hana's blood as well as another coating of pre to his cock.\n\nThe panther rumbled lightly as he stared down at Hana's lightly abused young sex, with a single trickle of blood rolling down towards her tail. Walker deliberately paused, allowing Hana to assume the worst of his abuse was over. He wasn't even touching her at this point, and reached back for his pants. All he wanted from his pants, however, was an unopened bottle of smelling salts, which he placed on the ground next to Hana's rump. He then leaned over Hana, roughly running a paw up Hana's tummy and chest, while the other finished coating that shaft with pre and traces of blood.\n\n\"Your little cunny feels so nice, Hana. I can't wait to feel it deeper… and I won't wait…\"\n\nHis free paw slid back down Hana's tummy, and then he pressed his palm against the side of Hana's waist to keep her lower half as still as possible while he angled the tip of his penis against that closed slit, and began to rub it up and down against the helpless little girl's labia. Pretty soon, that barbed tip made its way through those lips, and rubbed against the bare flesh within. Walker's breathing began to escalate greatly as he searched for that little canal with his tip as it scraped against Hana's moistened sex.\n\n—\n\nBy the time Walker's finger was - grudgingly - allowed to slide free of her furiously squeezing insides, Hana had hardly screamed herself ragged or anything... but there was a definite little edge to the child's voice and remnant sobs as she heaved in the breaths she'd not been able to get past her own cries. Deep, slightly wet things that came with a dramatic rise and fall of her not-quite-flat chest. Subtle lines through her cheekfur where tears had already run from her eyes, and the intermittent chinks of metal clasps whenever she forgot she didn't have the use of her paws and tried to wipe her face.\n\nAdmiring his handiwork would reveal she was already a little red down there, besides the little of the blood Walker had provoked. Someone was going to be sore - or, well, would be, if this had been the end of it.\n\n\"Principal Walker it hurts -\" in that slightly drawn out whine so typical of a girl her age, following it with a sniffle. Not only did Hana seem to believe it was over, but also that Walker might just go back to being the grown-up she was supposed to turn to when she was hurt. Well, in lieu of Nurse Angel, anyway. No doubt she was supposed to be the next stop!\n\n\"I, I don't know what I did but I'm sorry a-and -\" just a little bit of a babble, almost seeming to be waiting to be untied. Until she felt the big, dark paw stroking up her tummy; sharp contrast with the fine, white fur parting around his fingers and just barely hiding those fright-and-air-stiffened little nipples. That made her go quiet again, just in time for all the 'compliments'.\n\n\"I don't -\" she was just beginning to say... probably something about not understanding, or perhaps not liking, when he took that hold of her waist and did for the little squirming that Hana was still managing against the ropes. Glanced down herself again... and saw what he was lining up. Even if she had seen the little bottle of salts, of course she had no idea what they were there for, and it was far more important right then to address the return of that big, angry red dick to the forefront of her attention.\n\nAnother little squeak. Words had failed her, little cub's mind just trying to come to grips with the obvious fact that Principal Walker was going to try to shove something bore a good comparison to her arm - only with spines - up inside of her cunny. So instead of pleading, or shouting, or even wailing, Hana was temporarily just stuck. Staring, big eyes absolutely stuck on his penis as she bent her head forward to watch while he rubbed, and pressed, and her breath started to come faster. And faster.\n\nHe'd be able to feel her shaking, hot little just-lubed slit all but mouthing his tip with its reflexive squeezing. Pre-emptive tightness as it got ready to resist the inevitable, and little jerks of her much smaller body every time it grazed the opening he was feeling for. Forget passing out from the pain: there was a small threat that Hana's ever faster breaths were going to see the naked little cub hyperventilate herself out of the fun.\n\n–\n\nWatching Hana slowly realize exactly what Walker was about to do, Walker gave a toothy grin as he observed the growing terror in Hana's eyes. She was starting to get it, and yet she had no idea what she was in for. When that barbed tip finally settled against the red opening, the panther gave his barbed shaft a little squeeze to force out a little more pre deeper into the little cub's tight confines.\n\nEven aided by the natural lubricant, Walker couldn't just shove his cock in all at once. It would take a lot of effort, and her underdeveloped slit would have to suffer at least a bit of damage in order to stretch wide enough to accommodate the panther. Walker knew this, of course, and had no qualms about sacrificing Hana's well-being to satisfy that burning desire to fuck the little hybrid, which he had been unsuccessful in quelling. Nothing was going to stop him, let alone the resistance from that clenching and unspoiled entrance.\n\n\"Mmh… Once I get through, this is likely going to hurt more than anything you've ever experienced… Let's do this, you sweet little cock tease.\"\n\nA deep breath was all that separated his words from a quick thrust, shoving his tip as far into that tight opening as he could. Walker's teeth and lips pressed tightly together, the panther holding his breath as if to will himself to push harder and harder, occasionally letting air escape through his nose before drawing another breath and holding. He grabbed hold of Hana's waist, squeezing tightly against her sides while he strained against that tight barrier, at first making no progress.\n\nWalker started to shake with exertion, wanting inside so badly. He just had to take that adorable cub's virginity. It's what he gave up his role for, and there was no turning back. He took a short break to catch his breath, still holding Hana tightly against his barbed tip. The break didn't last long, and soon he was pushing again. With a quick grunt, he felt his tip slip inside just a touch, and that was encouragement enough to double his efforts.\n\n—\n\nBut for her increasingly rapid breathing, Hana was almost unresponsive. Almost. Squeezing himself like that, injecting that little extra squirt of precum to trickle down the spread-open cub's impatiently winking little cunt, did earn a sharp little change in the pitch of her breaths. Another hike of her hips, although this time it served even less to help her escape, and more simply to press against Walker's pointed tip when the reflex gave out and her pelvis fell the half inch it had gained.\n\nHana of course had no knowledge of the poor grown-up's struggles, not that she would have cared. ... Well, probably not. Knowing the silly little not-quite-raccoon, she probably would have felt the briefest pang of guilt about what the 'principal' had given up because of her unwitting temptations. But instead she just had his warning, and the confusing things he was calling her. And the feeling of that barbed tip just beginning to nestle her open.\n\nAt least now she had something to respond to. Just the tiniest bit neat what having an authority figure to answer could do, even if her words did still come out between the gulping breaths that the cusp of panic was demanding.\n\n\"I don't - want - hurt - please - Principal Walker, plea-\" Hana probably would have been babbling, had she not already gasped herself slightly dizzy - and then the thrust.\n\nThe squeal was reflexive - didn't even sound hurt, to begin with, and as those puffy little cunt lips squished and tried to turn inward rather than open further for the pressing, feline shaft. The slicked, furiously tight opening within had similar ideas, trying to stretch upward rather than open while he pressed, and pressed, and Hana's initial squeal pitched up with much more genuine hurt and her own teeth grit increasingly tight, eyes screwed shut and -\n\nAnd it.. stopped? It still hurt, but tear-pricked eyes peeked open as if she thought that that was it, Principal Walker had decided he couldn't do it after all-\n\nThat quick grunt, and Hana was thoroughly caught off guard. Walker made his little progress at the cost of Hana's finally opening for him, even as she started up an ear-piercing scream that broke a second after it started while that immaturely curvy little body arched up toward her rapist. It might almost look like passion, if it weren't obvious just how much pain the little girl was in already.\n\n\"HYIE-!\"\n\nHe might even be able to see it! He already had those normally tight-shut little folds cracked much too wide after all, so a glimpse of furiously red-pink insides stretching obscenely and as he opened her further, poor Hana's doomed little ring sliding down his pointed tip like some gross parody of an elastic band.\n\n— \n\nWalker's ears folded back as Hana began to shriek, but it was still a reward for the former principal. Along with the rush it gave him, that scream was further evidence of the ground he had gained in his efforts to penetrate the young cub. The evil act, and that agonized shriek caused adrenaline to pour into the panther's bloodstream. His constricted penis pulsed more rapidly with his increasing heartbeat, and with this surge of energy, his strength increased, and his penis slowly… slowly… began to slide deeper, and deeper.\n\nGripping Hana's waist hard enough to bruise, claws piercing into her skin, Walker took advantage of the momentum and snarled as he pulled the cub, and pushed his hips, forcing his shaft halfway into the screaming cub before the squeezing orifice finally succeeded in halting his efforts. His arms shook as he tried to push it deeper, but stopped, panting through clenched teeth as he took a break, though without releasing his grip on Hana's waist. Being buried this deep into such a small cub wasn't pleasurable at all to Hana's attacker–not for the moment anyway. His penis ached with how tightly it was being constricted within the little girl's narrow canal.\n\nWalker carefully began to let up the pressure just a bit. If it weren't for those barbs hooking into Hana's insides, the tightly squeezing orifice would have spit Walker's wet penis right out again. They scraped against Hana's clenching insides as he withdrew just a bit, and then shoved forward again, trying to loosen the cub's unwitting grip on the male organ inside her. Every single push took considerable effort, but the panther was intent on tearing open the young girl's sex just enough to allow him to squeeze all the way through.\n\n\"NNGH!... FUCK!... C.. COME ON!! JUST A … A LITTLE…\"\n\nThe pain that Walker was feeling in his penis wasn't allowing him to enjoy the little hybrid's insides at the moment, but that pain wasn't in the least comparable to the absolute agony that his victim must have been in at that moment. The pain was still making things difficult for the predator. Maybe if she passed out… Walker suddenly grasped Hana's throat and squeezed. If the pain alone didn't render her unconscious, Walker would help it along himself.\n\n—\n\nWhatever reaction Hana had to Walker's claws, and the little pattern of cuts they made around her waist, it was lost in the far more impressive - if temporarily silent - response to taking her first cock. Her mouth might have been stuck open, and her wet eyes jammed wide, but she was clearly still 'there' as those huge, dark eyes stared up into his.\n\nBut despite everything, as Walker slowly, slowly sank deeper into his cutely bound little victim, she ever-so-gradually started to grow used to the pain. Not in any way that helped, mind - the agony was clearly still wrenching, and only growing worse! But Hana's muted, paralyzed responses to being cracked open finally gave way to clenched teeth and wailing against them, and increasingly frantic jerks of her bound wrists as if she genuinely thought that if she kept trying, she might somehow free herself from the supplicant pose into which Walker had chained her.\n\nEven relenting for that moment didn't help her, not now that he had gotten depth enough for his barbs to find purchase. It was probably the barbs that took Hana into a new stage of response, finally snapping from screeching into a high-pitched wail. Echoes of a child half her age throwing a tantrum, if it weren't for the sure-she-was-being-murdered screech underneath every wobbling bawl.\n\nApparently however, Hana was not the sort to be rendered unconscious thus! Not through this particular combination of agony and abuse, at least. In fact the 'getting used to it' had even progressed to the point where she could find words again! Even if her eloquence did amount solely to a shrieking, \"IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURGKH-!\"\n\nWho knows how long Hana might have kept up that grating, screeching 'chant', if Walker hadn't opted to shut her up by way of his paw around her neck. The cub's face was already red beneath her fur, but as her neck squashed uncomfortably beneath the big, dark paw, those huge eyes locked on Walker's with a flicker of what could only, finally, be called betrayal. As if that particular violence was the moment when the little girl's trust in the adult finally, truly started to fray.\n\nPale little paws clawed upward, but even with his wrist inside the tiny range of movement given her by those clinking chains, Hana's grip amounted to nothing. ... Unlike the grip around Walker's poor cock. She might not be able to squeeze much harder, but her immature pussy practically spasmed as her mouth stuck open, tongue even poking out a little with the increasingly frantic, just-audibly-squeaking attempts to snatch a breath.\n\nIt might take a moment, but if Walker could keep it up? Well, finally, finally Hana would fall limp, slack against the dirt and insides blessedly relaxing toward... something at least resembled manageable.\n\n—\n\nWalker grinned as he stared down into those frightened, betrayed eyes. His barbs did most of the work of keeping the adult's shaft buried into the now bleeding orifice while he squeezed Hana to a slow loss of consciousness. As soon as he felt that tight canal loosen a bit, he released, breathing a sigh of relief. The cub was so tiny that her insides still wrapped tightly around Walker's cock, though certainly less so than before. The panther was slightly astonished as he realized just how much of that tightness was the reflexive squeeze Hana was putting on him.\n\nAs the cub's sex slowly relaxed, Walker groaned with pleasure as he forced his shaft as deep as he could, prodding her cervix before slowly working his shaft back and forth inside the unconscious cub. As tight as she was even while unconscious, Walker continued to rock his hips as if making slow, gentle love to little Hana, stretching her out as much as he could, with minimal damage beyond what had already been done. Of course, as soon as Hana's consciousness returned, it would be a far different story.\n\nOf course Walker preferred Hana awake and screaming, and that would come soon enough, but for now, he simply enjoyed the peaceful silence, and the pleasant ease at which he was able to slide through that relaxed canal. All the while, the camera started with a shot from behind Walker, the unseen violation obvious from the movements of his hips, then moved around to the side to get a better shot of Walker's shaft, streaks of red along the barbed organ as it slid in and out of the unconscious girl's slit.\n\nFeeling an early orgasm approaching, Walker stopped, leaving his pulsing organ pressed against Hana's cervix as he waited and relaxed, feeling that he had stretched and damaged the hole enough that he could properly rape the little girl when she woke up again. To that end, Walker refrained from using the smelling salts, electing instead to allow his pleasure to subside while he waited for Hana to come around again.\n\nEventually Hana's insides began constricting Walker's cock again. He grunted as it was still a little painful, and once Hana was fully aware once again, Walker picked up where he left off, growling through clenched teeth as he dragged those barbs through the full length of that squeezing canal, and forced his shaft back inside as he started working towards a steady rhythm.\n\n—\n\nWithout spasming agony to keep up the stranglehold… well, it might be a bit much to say it was completely comfortable inside of her. Hana was still tiny after all, especially compared to the virile adult panther she had unwittingly driven to this. But between unconsciousness, and whatever expertise Walker brought to the assault, that now manageably tight cub pussy's squeezing could lend flavor, rather than just discomfort and inconvenience. She might even avoid injuring herself - quite so terribly.\n\nBut with her eyes rolled slightly backward, and the blessedly gentle breathing of unconsciousness from a well-judged strangling? Hana was suddenly ever such a cooperative lover. It might even speak of a certain potential, given the right training! Unfortunate that potential was almost certainly going to go to waste, and might not even have appealed to the monster she had attracted even had he cared to bother.\n\nWorking up to her deepest, Hana's preteen cervix was a much firmer resistance even than her virgin passage had been - even if that only made for something for Walker to grind himself against. But the camera might benefit from her unconsciousness as well! The shot from behind was certainly lewd with the image of the principal's black-furred hips working up and down with those grey furred little legs tied spread either side, but when the camera circled around to one side? Now it could capture not only that barbed, bloodied cock, but also an unconscious little girl with a bulge not very much smaller than her own fist being driven up from the otherwise (mostly) smooth, pale fur of her tummy.\n\nAnd then… he halted? Hana would probably have appreciated that, had she been conscious! But Walker's callously ill-timed mercy just left a silent, still little cub; small parody of sweetly peaceful sleep between unconsciousness and the picture she struck; tear-streaked, cuffed hands hung from a collar would have better fit some kind of pet.\n\nNeither he nor the camera man would have to wait terribly long for her to stir once more, but all the same, viewers not watching live would probably appreciate the lull being trimmed down for subsequent distribution? But shallow unconsciousness, combined with that persistent hurt and the sensation of being so deeply invaded brought Hana around in comparatively short order, the little cub emitting a soft whine and fussing almost cutely in the moments before Walker resumed. She even seemed not to understand her position momentarily! Something in her face speaking more of embarrassment for closeness than anything else, as her eyes focused and, \"... Principal Walker-?\"\n\nAnd then he moved. Drew out of her and Hana got to experience feline barbs raking her properly for the first time, even if the spines were scraping their way through tears and scores already inflicted by Walker's efforts to get himself thoroughly fucked up inside of her. The result was a shocked, hissing, squeal of a noise through clenched teeth, and a look on her face spoke of all the memories slamming back.\n\nHana even managed a panic-rushed, \"No no nuh-!\" before back in Walker forced himself, killing the protestation with a blow to Hana's cervix that collapsed into agonized, bawling sobs and clenched little fists jerking the chain in vain attempt to reach and thump against the panther's chest.\n\n—\n\nWith Hana's insides squeezing with a still tight but more bearable pressure on his twitching shaft, Walker's teeth showed with a pleased grin, Hana's screams and sobs stimulating the evil panther once again. The helpless little hybrid jerked and struggled against the ropes, shaking a few leaves loose from the tree, but nothing loosening from Hana's wrists, neck, and ankles. Walker grunted as he forced his shaft through the bloodied opening, pressing carelessly against the girl's cervix, then raking those barbs back through her damaged canal, his speed steadily increasing the longer he tortured that tiny hole.\n\n\"Mmmmmmhh… That's more like it…\"\n\nWalker continued raping the tormented cub, groaning loudly and beginning to put more force into those needy thrusts. The panther occasionally shuddered with the sensations of burying his barbed cock as deep as he could, then yanking back against that air tight seal his size had created and scraped those barbs through Hana's canal. A vicious cycle of Hana's agony and Walker's pleasure ever increasing simultaneously ensured that the torment continued, and Walker's body began to lower until the predator's larger body pressed down against Hana's.\n\nWalker felt the soft cub's desperate movements beneath him, her legs practically pinned against the adult's waist as the ropes shook the tree limb they were draped over with each thrust and wore away the bark. Walker's chest pressed against the side of Hana's face, his body pinning the tiny cub to the ground while the panther panted and ravaged his victim with bestial lust. The camera slowly captured many angles of this position, eventually settling between Walker's legs, watching the blood-soaked penis recklessly slamming in and out of the girl's sex.\n\nWalker's pants turned to loud groans, his penis twitching with anticipation, his body shuddering with growing pleasure. The cycle of agony and pleasure was working quickly towards its peak, and all of Walker's desires disappeared from his mind except for the primal urge to feel the coming orgasm as he ruthlessly thrust his cock through the bloodied canal and against the unyielding cervix.\n\n—\n\n\"It hurts it hurts it hurts-!\"\n\nWas that a familiar refrain? Hana was not bringing anything particularly new to her co-starring in the sadistic little production - curious hybrid traits aside - but she was absolutely offering up an expert rendition of the classic role. Screwed up facing and streaming tears, and small fingers digging into the fur of Walker's chest. Her face might be trapped between his chest and the ground, muffling the grey-furred girl's screaming a little, but he was close enough now that even that cutely restrained pose he had given her was able to reach and clutch! … And probably claw a little, but Hana's nails were anything but sharp.\n\nAnd all while he continued to saw back and forth through the shrieking cub, with the ever increasing pace and spiraling agony rapidly stealing away any hope of Walker's victim remaining coherent. There were words in there, even occasional babbled sentences! But it was all just wet screams of 'stop!' or 'it ripped!', rendered just a little ugly by otherwise pretty, if ever more desperate scream-bawling.\n\nAnd the sounds! There might not be a way for the audience to properly appreciate just what Hana's increasingly injured little cub pussy was doing to the principal's raking cock, but everything that the camera's microphone might catch ought give them some idea. The wet noises of something hot and hard being slammed over and over into the splattering red wet that Walker was scraping out of her with ever thrust, the sounds of dark-furred hips slamming against paler, much smaller and increasingly bruised ones. Even the intermittent squawks that replaced the shouts of fear and growing hurt whenever Walker found a particularly awful angle or simply slammed the breath out of Hana just right…!\n\nThere wasn't even a question of whether or not Hana was going to stay tight for him. It didn't matter how much damage was done down there - and those barbs were doing plenty - those tiny hips simply could not present him with a less confined space to rape. Not without anything breaking. The real question was, would viewers appreciate a view of the damage the camera could already glimpse? Ragged and bloodied flesh peeking from lewdly wrenched-open labia with every withdrawal only to be slammed back in with another splatter of red over the dirt and the stained white fluff of Hana's perineum.\n\n—\n\nThe screaming, the begging, the constant vocal alarm of Hana's agony had already begun to tip Walker over the edge, and short of extreme measures, nothing was going to stop the panther at this point. Walker's chest grinded against Hana's face. Her body had begun digging a shallow rut in the ground beneath her as Walker's thrusts jerked the small cub back and forth along the grass.\n\nSuddenly Walker's thrusts slowed, accompanied by intense grunting and shuddering. The barbs of his twitching member scraped back against those brutalized walls, and then it forced its way back in. This continued for a short while, and then it began to throb happily inside the betrayed little cub. Walker's hips then thrust forward in a quick and powerful pierce right up against the unyielding opening to Hana's cervix. Walker's hips continued to jerk as his restricted urethra fired his semen into his victim.\n\n\"HAAH! HAHHH! HA–MMHH!!\"\n\nWalker arched his back while grasping Hana's head and bottom jaw, forcing a lustful kiss on the tormented cub. His body occasionally jerked with increased sensitivity, all of Hana's movements triggering a reflexive response in the large adult's body as his muzzle enveloped Hana's lips, and his rough tongue invaded the girl from the other end. Eventually, Walker's grunts and loud reactions to the continued stimulation gave way to a long, satisfied groan against the cub's tiny muzzle, all his muscles relaxing as he milked that last moment of ecstasy before breaking the kiss.\n\n\"You have no idea, Hana. You have no idea how satisfying it was to finally do that. Oh Hana… you…\"\n\nWith a tight grip on Hana's jaw, Walker suddenly leaned down for another kiss. The throbbing within the cub slowly became more intermittent, and the fur on Hana's cheek was moving in time with the hot air from Walker's nostrils before he finally broke the kiss a second time, then slowly withdrew his barbed, blood-soaked penis, allowing Hana her first look at what it had done to her.\n\n—\n\nHana certainly was not going to be the one to stop him. Even if he hadn't already raped the little hybrid girl practically ragged, that adorable way her wrists had been bound to her pretty new collar made certain she'd not be offering more resistance than benefited her performance. She tried! But if anything her balled fists attempts to thump up at Walker's chest were doing more to hurt her by jolting the collar, assuming they could reach the principal's dark fur at all.\n\nCome the slower thrusts however, something changed in Hana's sounds as well. It was less a panicked, ragged bawling, and more drawn-out shrieks and sobs as the more deliberate motions gave her the chance to really appreciate those felines spines scoring back and forth through her bleeding, clenching canal. It even let her get a few more little words in! Even if most of them remained pleading wails, this new, slower hurt let her muster a sentence or two -\n\n\"I don't know what I-!\" or \"I'm sorry!\" or even at one point a fractionally more willful, screwed-up-faced, \"Stop hurting me!\" before she descended back into sobs that dragged out that last 'e' sound almost like wet, hoarse laugh.\n\nBut then the peak came. Hana might have been mustering up another, more desperately phrased shout given it started with a high pitched, \"Leave-!\" … before the new sensation hit her. It wasn't even painful! Not at first. But just so alien and deep that Hana breath caught and eyes momentarily stared wide up at Walker's chest while he jerked, and splattered inside her, and her mouth stuck open like it wouldn't close. Which probably only made Walker's life easier when he snatched ahold of her muzzle and forced that kiss on her.\n\n\"Mnkh-!\" and all while Hana arched up against him, although that was more pain and resistant reflex than anything passionate, even if agony-spasming insides were doing a fair impression of wanting every last drop unloaded past her battered cervical ring. Closeness meant her paws could even reach him properly, although all she could do was press small, soft palms against his chest while small chains rattled and her hot little tongue slid against the adults bigger, rougher, stronger muscle. Clumsy resistance, or just instinct to flee - hardly mattered. With nowhere to escape the invading tongue Hana may as well have been kissing him back for all the good it did her. Not to mention the sounds; sobs and cries and then a high pitched squeal as those splatters of feline cum that hadn't painted her underage womb trickled down to torment the many, many shallow, burning abrasions in her newly deflowered little cunt.\n\nWhen the kiss parted, even temporarily, Hana stared with huge eyes and heaved a breath, probably about to bawl of splutter or maybe even scream again - only to be silenced because it came back. Her little muzzle once more smothered by the much bigger, darker mouth kissing down on her, earning more little plaintive sounds, more pushes… and a slightly more ragged, pitchy gasp when he finally released her mouth once more. Followed immediately by shaking, high pitched coughs, and then a squeal as Walker's cock slid back out and gave her one last taste of those raking barbs.\n\n… Of course she looked. Gazed down herself past barely-there little budding chest and along the mussed white fur of her tummy at her crotch, still slightly elevated by the ropes. Breaths started to come quickly - it looked bad after all. Probably much less serious an injury than it actually looked, but the sheer number of shallow cuts from those barbs and all the little tears inflicted by sheer size and callous fucking? Her whole crotch was so red she felt like her cunny was more of a hole in her than some special place that was supposed to, to…\n\nHiccoughed, sobbed - \"N-Nurse - Nurse Angel, Nurse-!\"\n\nUnclear if she was pleading with Principal Walker to fetch help for her, or simply trying to call the 'school nurse' paste a suddenly uncooperative diaphragm, but either way. Breaths coming quick, slightly squeaky, pretty little chest rising and falling with panicked breaths as she stared at the apparent wreck of her puffy, brutalized, still-slightly-gaping labia.\n\n—\n\nThe camera operator made sure to get a shot of Hana's crotch, with blood and semen trickling from the red and visible flesh beyond her battered labia. Walker's eyes explored the cub's naked, helpless body as he began untying the ropes. Hana's cute innocence was gone, and what was left was just as cute, at least to Walker and the lustful viewers that would be pleasuring themselves to Hana's torment.\n\nWalker took his time in freeing Hana's legs, but as soon as they were free, the large panther gripped the collar he had fit onto his little toy, and hoisted her up. He then forced Hana over his shoulder, arm gripping her thighs as he reached into the pockets of his discarded pants. Walker would take the keys to her collar and the smelling salts with him, and leave his clothing and the ropes as he took his time carrying the young girl towards the committee office.\n\nThe camera operator began with a shot of Walker from the front, and Hana's rump, blood trickling down her thighs, and then as they passed, the camera focused on Hana's betrayed face, and followed the two towards the building. Boris and Buru were there to open the gate, and close the door behind Walker as he brought Hana inside. He turned, giving Hana a clear view of the torture chamber the building had been turned into while he locked the door. He then made his way to a device Hana wouldn't be able to see at first, but once he placed her onto the floor, she would see the guillotine Walker had chosen for their final scene towering above her.\n\nWalker expected Hana to try to leave as he released her. He pulled the rope on the guillotine, raising the freshly sharpened blade to its apex, and wrapped and tied the rope around a hook near the lunette, where Hana's head would be expected soon. Walker paid no attention to Hana as he readied the device, certain there was nothing Hana could do with her wrists bound to her collar, and she certainly couldn't leave the room.\n\n—\n\nMovement hurt, but despite the little squeals and whines as she was untied and her legs allowed back to the dirt, the sheer relief that it was over seemed to be enough to keep Hana's pleading from escalating into a full, screaming panic or tantrum. Given how the silly little cub seemed to think, she probably thought whatever she had done, she had finally made up for now that Walker was done ramming that nightmarish rod in and out of her (slowly closing back toward snug-looking) vagina. Sure, her breaths still came too fast, and shaky, and the sobs were still wracking her… but nonetheless Hana had the look of an elementary schooler who believed she would soon be seeing the nurse, and not long after that, returning to her blissfully ignorant friends.\n\n\"Can… can you untie me n-?\" Hana was just starting up again, just beginning to see if she could pick herself up off the ground with her wrists still chained beneath her chin… when Walker grabbed her by the collar and hoisted her up off the ground. Immediately the question turned into a newly-startled, \"Gkh-!\" Little hands grabbed at whatever they could, be it the collar or his wrist, trying to relieve the sudden choke while that cute muzzle he'd just invaded popped open in another gasp for stolen breath. Up and over his shoulder, the chance for air again turning into a squeak as she thudded into position while bloodied thighs dangled beside Walker's muzzle.\n\nTook her a second but, \"N-No! No put me- down! Please-!\" The typical, squeaky complaints as the principal gathered his things and carried her away. Of course she knew shouting wouldn't help, she should be trying to apologize more or even ask questions! But a combination of… everything that had happened, and a rising, awful feeling - both had overwhelmed the impulse to be a good girl for the time being.\n\nAssuming Hana got little engagement along the way however, she did eventually calm down. Even tried the apologizing, a little. And after that, even the asking where he was taking her. She even looked at the cameraman and asked him, despite having long since discovered that the show's crew were supposed to speak to her and her friends as little as possible. So suffice to say, when they finally came to the building she'd been told belonged to the disciplinary committee… Hana was almost curious, but for the knot had formed above the pain in her tummy.\n\nShe still hurt! But a drawn out trip over a big, black panther's shoulder was enough to at least stir the urge to look, and she turned big, confused-scared eyes on the two bulls as Walker carried her past them. And then inside the building, where she was turned to face…\n\n\"What..?\" breathless, confused voice from behind Walker's shoulder. She did recognise these things! … Well, some of them. It ought be inevitable that some of the arrayed implements of torture would be familiar - what eleven year-old hadn't seen stocks, racks, and various other famously evil devices as a backdrop to imperilled heroes in their cartoons? Of course they never saw them used… so Hana's poor little brain took a long moment to take in her situation.\n\nIt was only the less familiar contraptions that overcame the 'mundanity' of the more recognisable devices. Cartoons did not feature even a fraction of this stuff. Where bare walls with hanging manacles should have been in any torture dungeon Hana had ever seen magical friends trying to escape, there were a great many other, much more ominous things. Uncomfortable chair-like things with inappropriate protrusions and waiting loops, wooden horses with sharp-edged backs one could never comfortably sit on… if there wasn't an obviously sharp blade, in fact. Strange and unpleasant contrivances of metal strips, bars, screws and hinges, pointed wooden uprights looked unpleasantly like they were intended to have someone atop… And the tools. She could recognise a whip, but the things that looked like bats for sports, the rods with the spikes, or needles, or… and things that should have been in a tool shed just in and among!\n\nAnd down she was set. If the grey-furred, oversized-tailed little hybrid girl had looked small and vulnerable before, now with bare feet shifting on the cold floor she was a picture of helplessness, even before taking in those cute bindings she'd been gifted! \"P… Principal Walker I don't…\"\n\nShe had been starting to complain about how scary the room was, when she craned her neck to look up at the looming blade of the contraption he had set her down beside. Even then she didn't seem like she could really process, but her breath had caught, and that knot in her tummy felt like it was made of ice and… and Principal Walker was doing something with it. Like he was getting it ready for…\n\nSomething must have finally clicked, because there was suddenly something different in those big, dark, frightened eyes, and a squeakily voiced, \"No-!\" before Hana turned and ran.\n\nOr, well, tried to. Bare feet padded against hard floor for only a step or two before she squealed, stumbled, and bowed as if she wanted to clutch herself, but the spike of fear kept it from becoming a full tumble somehow; the stumbling, bloodied, raped little preteen cub - assuming she wasn't grabbed sooner - making it to the locked door and immediately trying to reach and fumble at the latch. Sure her wrists were still attached to her collar by short chains, but even still the clinking little girl grabbed and even tried to jump and, \"H-Help! Help-!\"\n\nGiven chance, she might even have started trying to bang against the door with balled fists! No matter how mute the sound might be with so little room to swing her hands, and before the glance back at Walker as if suddenly realizing he might long-since have finished… whatever horrible thing she was now certain he'd been preparing. Even now, there was a cold ache where ought be the thought of what that tall wooden thing with the blade was actually for.\n\n—\n\nWalker could hear quite plainly the sounds of a terrified little girl trying to get through the door, screaming for help. He knew it would do her no good, so there was no reaction from Walker for her escape attempt. When he was finally done, his footpaws thumped slowly against the floor as he casually approached the young hybrid, be she at the door, or running elsewhere, not pursuing with any urgency whatsoever.\n\n\"You know what this is, don't you?\"\n\nHe gestured to the guillotine, then answered before Hana could.\n\n\"It's a guillotine, used long ago for executions. It's for slicing off someone's head. You know, back then, many women were executed for allowing someone like me to do what I did to you under that tree. You let me defile you, Hana.\"\n\nWalker continued slowly walking in whatever direction Hana would be, his bloodied cock peeking from his sheath as he eyed the naked cub with her wrists bound, unable to protect herself if he caught her.\n\n\"I think I'm going to defile you again. Are you going to let me do it again, Hana? Are you going to let me rape you again?\"\n\nWalker licked his lips, not intending to allow Hana that choice.\n\n—\n\nSo many of Hana's responses were reflex, but that probably only enhanced the picture she made of herself as she went from turning to glance back… to turning, and pressing herself backward against the uncooperative door. Little hands pressed flat against it, bare feet sliding slightly against the floor as instinct had her trying, without so much as thinking, to press as though the barrier could have just swallowed her. All she achieved of course was a fetching little squish of that cute behind against the unyielding metal, her too-big tail twitching agitated against the floor as it pressed forward from between her legs.\n\nEven had Walker given her the opportunity to answer, she might not have been able. Dead still, naked chest quickly rising and falling… but those big, staring eyes were attentive all the same. Only once he was done explaining what the device was for, and delivering the typically potent implication that this was somehow her fault, did the little not-quite-raccoon girl respond. And then to begin with only by shaking her head back and forth, whisking long, raven hair against the unsympathetic door.\n\n\"N-Nuh -\" Hana's voice was a squeak as she continued to try to shrink against the door, gaze flicking from the approaching predator as his shadow spread over her, to the waiting… guillotine, back -\n\nShe bolted again - or tried to. It no longer mattered that even if she had any hope of getting past Walker now that he was closing on her, her only option would be to run deeper into the literal chamber of horrors. Those parts of her ruled by prey instincts saw the only way to flee closing and Hana almost had no choice about whether or not she fled.\n\nAnd even when she stumbled, the sound she made was probably intended to be a scream, but breathing as fast as she had been… well.\n\n\"H-Help!\" she was trying again, given half a chance. It was only halfway into the shouting that she actually achieved any volume, all while Hana tried to make for the place that, according to some deeper part of her silly little head, could somehow shelter her. It didn't matter that the best she could achieve was to duck beneath a sawhorse or behind a cupboard full of increasingly vicious floggers.\n\n\"A-Avery! Amber!\" as if her friends could somehow have done anything. Even had her shouts somehow been able to reach them, or they hadn't all been happily sleeping off the drug they'd been slipped while Hana had been busy with her 'garden'. \"Poly-!\"\n\n—\n\nAs Hana was busy running around the room looking for a place to escape or hide, screaming for help, Walker continued to follow her, at least as far as the couch in the middle of the room. In keeping his scene with Hana somewhat authentic from this point, he retrieved a crossbow and a bolt from behind the couch, taking the time to load the weapon as Hana desperately looked for a way out, and then settled on forcing herself behind a cupboard, but her efforts to move behind the heavy object slowed her enough for Walker to take aim.\n\nThe bolt flew from the bowstring and embedded itself into Hana's calf. With his prey disabled, Walker softly placed the crossbow onto the floor and approached with no need to exert himself. The panther grabbed Hana by the ankle, and dragged her across the floor towards the guillotine. Walker stopped near the lunette, and knelt onto Hana's undamaged leg. With the girl's legs both under control, Walker unlocked her wrists from the collar. The lock would be back in place quickly as Hana's arms were forced around a beam beneath the lunette, wrists locked together on the other side. From there, the young cub was lifted to her knees. Walker forced her neck against the bottom half of the lunette and locked her in place.\n\nHana was on her knees, her neck trapped below the hovering blade, her wrists bound underneath, and the only obstacle to a second round with Hana's brutalized sex, her tail, was swiftly swept aside. Walker placed the smelling salts on the floor beside him. With what the panther had in mind, it would be astonishing if he had no need for it again. His barbed tip rubbed and scraped against Hana's tiny labia, and Walker rumbled softly in approval.\n\n\"Well, Hana, it looks as if you won't be able to stop me from defiling you a second time. Works out well for me, at least. This time, I'm going ALL the way in…\"\n\n—\n\nHana was not even aware of Walker's intentions, in the moment. The first she realized he was no longer chasing her was after the explosion of pain below her knee, and suddenly finding herself crumpled, clutching and staring at the bolt had passed through her calf. For once the sounds that she made weren't even all that impressive! Just a short, sharp, shriek of hurt in the moment, and then the beginnings of a panicked keening once her brain had caught up with the sight of a shaft pierced clean through her leg.\n\nShe only acknowledged Walker again in the moment before he grabbed her ankle, earning a new, wrenching cry of hurt as he pulled her from behind her abortive hiding place. \"M-my leg-!\" shrieky voice of a little girl had just experienced a lifetime's worth of hurt and trauma with only more to come. It was unlikely she imagined Walker would care even a little about her injury, but so many things were just coming out on their own with the whirl of hurt and fear. Even a very un-meek, if still squeal-sobbed, \"Let me go-!\"\n\nReally though she could present very little trouble to a grown-up at the best of times. Now that she was raped, bound, and injured the most she could muster amounted more to amusing responses than any genuine inconvenience. There was a last, desperate little 'Nuh-!' and then the clunk of the wooden brace being closed over her neck, the soft chinking of locks and chains being rearranged and…\n\nHana was making another picture. But then most any of the cubs the producers had chosen for the show would have struck a similarly compelling view, naked, locked below a hanging blade, and helpless for whatever sadism was planned to come next.\n\n\"Nh-nnh! Ngh-!\" actual little sounds of a struggling cub! There was nothing else she could do after all, bar tug and yank herself against the wood and occasionally squeal when her now softly bleeding calf was disturbed. Hana probably had no idea that the way she was wiggling that cute, if bloodstained little behind was only going to expedite Walker's erection. … Although she still froze, a little squeak coming from behind the lunette when she felt the familiar brush of his pointed tip.\n\nSwept aside or not, her tail still swung back, as if it might somehow defend her with its soft whmf against Walker's muzzle.\n\n\"No! No no Principal Walker please don't do it again don't -\" pretty voice was coming ever more quickly, made slightly whiny by crying and hurt as she tried to turn herself, as if she could somehow look back. Maybe if she really tried she could just make tearful eye-contact with the panther, even if it did mean pressing her jaw against the wood had her head pinned beneath that waiting blade.\n\n—\n\nWalker's lustful desire for Hana came flooding back all at once at the sight of the bound, helpless little hybrid girl once again unable to stop him. She wiggled, she struggled, she pleaded, and all Walker had to do to contain her was to grasp her waist.\n\n\"If you don't wa–mppf..\" Walker was briefly interrupted by a muzzle-full of tail before brushing it aside with his forearm. \"If you don't want me to defile you again, you'll just have to get free and run away.\"\n\nWalker took his time, slowly pressing his barbed tip against Hana's labia. Holding her waist tightly, he allowed the frightened little cub time to make an attempt to escape Walker's growing lust. He didn't wait long, however, and once he found the opening, the previous damage and blend of fluids allowed Walker to slowly force that canal open again, groaning as he shoved past those damaged walls, a happy twitch of his penis was already beyond the encouragement he needed to rape the little cub once again.\n\nWith a heavier groan, Walker felt those tight, hot walls slowly envelop his shaft again, until his tip found the last remaining barrier preventing him from pressing the rest of his shaft inside. Once he was deep inside the helpless cub again, he leaned over her, a forearm wrapped around her waist and pressing Hana's back against his abdomen to keep her still while his free paw slid from her tummy to her chest, taking in the sensations of soft fur, tense muscles, and rapid heartbeat as Walker savored his prey.\n\nWalker then shoved his hips forward, pressing against and stretching Hana's already bruised cervix inward. Walker continued to thrust, testing that opening to see how difficult it would be to force his penis inside. After several attempts to test the opening, Walker's barbed shaft slid back, exiting Hana's violated sex.\n\n\"Let's make this a little easier…\"\n\nWalker grasped the bolt in Hana's calf, and with one careless motion, ripped the projectile free of Hana's leg. Blood began escaping the new opening while Walker moved back, sitting on Hana's footpaws to help keep her still as he carefully lined up the tip of the bolt, and slowly moved it inside. He meticulously pushed the bolt deeper, stopping when he felt resistance and adjusting until he could penetrate deeper.\n\nEventually he found it. The tip of the bolt prodded against Hana's cervix. Walker further prodded to determine whether or not he had found the barrier that would ordinarily prevent him from going deeper. Once he was satisfied he found it, he suddenly shoved the bold inward, brutally ripping through the cervix. Then the evil panther began to swirl and rotate the bolt to further open the internal wound he had created.\n\n—\n\nIt really was a lovely tail, though: dense, but still wonderfully soft, and very little fade between its rings of grey and darker grey. Another of those features almost seemed to suggest something deliberate behind the the not-quite-right little girl Walker had gotten all to himself, right down to their being more of it than proportion ought dictate.\n\nBig, dark paws taking ahold of Hana's waist earned a little extra reaction, too. Something deeper in Hana's next cry, as if by grasping her Walker had only driven home how helpless she was - even before he taunted her. Some mad part of the cub even drove Hana to suffer another, very brief spike of defiance - if only to muster up an angry sounding sob and, \"That i-isn't fair-!\"\n\nBecause it wasn't! Sure one little fragment of all the other hurts was because Hana realized that that was the point, but still, he was bigger than her, and she was all hurt, and she couldn't run and she was stuck in this thing that…\n\nYet another new little note to the next, gasping sob, even before the principal resumed the act of penetrating her. Because no matter how she shied from the thought, her mind kept brushing back against just why Walker would have 'tied her up' in this device, with the frightening, sharpened metal sheet hanging way up above her neck. And despite how slender it was, there was no yanking free - Hana had tried! Someone had actually made one of… these just the right size for trapping a little cub.\n\nNonetheless, Hana tried again. Even as she felt her still-sore, still ever so soft and hot little folds opening up for the slowly entering tip, she jerked against the wooden frame, and the pretty chains running from her cuffed wrists, rattling the lunette in a way that spoke to rising panic. Thinking more clearly Hana might have feared dislodging that hanging blade after all, but instead she shook and squirmed and, \"Don't! Don'-eeAAH-!\"\n\nBecause once again, Walker had wrenched open her injured, underaged little pussy, the little girl shrieking out for the torture room's variously placed cameras and microphones as she felt the just, just-starting-to-heal wounds inside her vagina wrenched open once again. Her fight was gone again, the sheer hurt of it leaving the soft little form shuddering in her bonds and around the panther's cock and just squealing softly as she felt him nestle up against her bruised cervix. Tight, and hot, and squeezing with resistance and hurt and every shaking, gulping breath from behind the locked wooden brace.\n\n… And then he shoved, and earned an ever so slightly ugly, 'GNUH!' sound to contrast all Hana's pretty weeping. He wasn't supposed to go that deep; Hana knew it, and so did her body, everything spasming ever time that stubborn muscle bent upward and the air almost tried to cough out of her lungs. By the time he slid out of her again, Hana's breaths were coming shallow and a little high pitched, sounding almost like a child had been punched in the stomach more than 'just' a little rape victim.\n\nSadly that also meant that when the bolt was torn out of her lower leg, despite the look of sudden, explosive agony that contorted Hana's face on the other side of the lunette (ah the benefit of being able to record from more than one angle!), the actual SHRIEK that should have come with it was breathless and a little scratchy before it dropped her back into sobbing. At least the little cry when he sat on her feet was fairly pretty.\n\n\"Wh-\" breathless little thing still. This felt different after all. If Walker was careful, he might have slipped the bolt up inside of her re-gaped little cunt without hurting her further, and the sensation was strange for a second rather than pain. She even tried to look back at him again! Big, wet, pretty eyes from behind mussed-hanging dark bangs… before the shove.\n\nThere was a noise Hana had not made yet. A deep, deeply hurt scream with the breath she had just managed to gather back up, and one that didn't stop when the monster behind her started to twist and work the point of the bolt back and forth.\n\nThere wasn't any more coherence there, just screeching EEAAH! AAH! AAAH! Sounds as her cervical ring disintegrated while Walker worked on 'opening up' Hana's underaged womb. Whether it was agony, or the simple fact that she had screamed herself beyond breath, Walker was going to find himself needing those salts once again as the pretty, horrible screaming rather abruptly gave out and the child went slack, supported only by the device waiting to execute her.\n\n—\n\nWalker's eyes only briefly raised as the little cub went limp in his grasp. Walker continued to rip the new opening in the unconscious cub's cervix before removing the blood-soaked bolt. He then grasped her bleeding leg and slowly pushed the weapon back into the wound in her leg. Fresh blood was starting to dribble from Hana's young sex, so Walker worked to plug the second opening to give him a little more time before the blood-loss might make it difficult to enjoy his prey. What came after that.. he hadn't decided yet.\n\nWalker grasped the jar of smelling salts, twisting the lid and waving it beneath Hana's nostrils. Once roused, the panther placed the jar on the floor behind him. Walker's veins were still full of adrenaline from the rush of Hana's shrieks as well as the silent screams brought on by what was thus far the worst of the false principal's abuse. He wasted no time in getting Hana's waist back into position, as well as that barbed organ, pulsing happily with anticipation of pleasuring the entire shaft within the screaming cub.\n\nOnce again, Hana's labia stretched to its freshly torn limits around Walker's shaft as it slid through the clenching canal. Walker groaned happily as the tight warmth enveloped him again, and quickly found the new opening he had created in Hana's cervix. Groans turned to strained grunts as the wound began to open more and more, and Walker's penis was forced deeper, beyond the cub's natural limits.\n\nThe camera zoomed in on Walker's shaft as it penetrated that bloody opening deeper than before, and deeper still, and with a snarl from the lustful panther, his sheath squished up against Hana's labia, and soon her labia was pressed firmly against Walker's pelvis. As the camera moved back to get more of the scene, those barbs scraped against the new wound deep within the tiny hybrid as Walker withdrew enough to begin thrusting to the hilt again and again.\n\n\"MMMMH… that's more like it!\"\n\n—\n\nThe salts took a moment to work, of course. Hana's face flickering from slack to discomfort at the assault on her senses… before the splutter, and the quick series of high pitched coughs that followed. No gentle return from that blissful oblivion for her; just wrenched back to reality with the only difference being how that horrible pain had shifted.\n\nIt was not any better. Less explosive, flaring agony in the moment, but the hurt was deep and hot and without even meaning to Hana sobbed and keened, shuddering as breaths made the pain ripple, even when she managed to fight down the useless urge to curl herself up around her mutilated insides. Couldn't even beg him not to resume, although a flicker of a look shot back at him over the lunette through dark, disheveled locks said plenty. Before the panther's shaft slid back up inside of her, freshly agonizing the comparatively minor wounds to the little girl's birth canal and forcing her to face away as her back arched and her mouth stuck open in a mindless gasp.\n\nTail thrashed again, although this time it only beat against his waist, curled against his thigh in a reflex impression of something passionate for just a moment. And then Walker's cock went deeper still, a realization shown on Hana's face for the feel of being penetrated more deeply than she ever ought have been. Sure it was no steel hook, but the lack of shock meant that whether she liked it or not, Hana was tumbling back into coherence as the hurt crept into a kind of deep, awful wrong rather than the mind-bending agony of before and, \"T…\" heaved gulp of air. \"Take it out take it.. P-Principal Walker - take it out I-I need a doctor I -\"\n\nVoice breathless and squeaky, not from any lack of strength although that perhaps lay in her future with all the blood in which she was now kneeling, but the simple sense of damage was creeping out from her horribly, newly occupied womb.\n\n\"Plea -\"\n\nAnd then Walker's hips met and squashed against Hana's soft behind, and the squeak that she emitted was not pain or fear but the simple forcing out of air as the top of her uterus was squashed up and against the poor cub's diaphragm. If he set to fucking her properly, then that was soon going to be the pattern, sobbing gasps and broken efforts to plead interrupted over and over as the rape took over the rhythm of Hana's breathing.\n\n—\n\nHana begged Walker to take it out. The panther felt a twisted satisfaction from that desperate request, and the knowledge that he was doing the opposite, ripping through that new opening to shove that barbed organ even deeper, using the wound he had created to circumvent biology. She wasn't screaming. That was perhaps to be expected given how the cub was now in more pain than any cub would be expected to endure. Still, it was a little disappointing, and he wasn't planning on giving her any time to adjust.\n\nThe first few thrusts were short, barely withdrawing at all, seeking to continue forcing open the wound. Once Walker was satisfied he could continue with relative ease, his thrusts became less careful. The panther rumbled with satisfaction as he started to properly rape the wound deep within the helpless cub. His pelvis slapped against Hana's soft rump with each violent thrust. His shaft began working the flow of blood from the wound back through the canal to make a few thin, but somewhat steady streams of red down his sheath and balls, as well as Hana's thighs.\n\nAt first, that new opening felt a little unnatural, but the more the panther's pleasure started to build, the less it mattered. Hard, needy thrusts slammed Walker's hips against the brutalized cub, forcing her shoulders against the lunette. The guillotine creaked and knocked back and forth with each thrust. It wasn't moving much, but the blade was shifting back and forth within its narrow grooves, making audible metallic sounds as it shifted from one side of the groove to the other.\n\nThe blade itself was held firm by the rope on its end, the knot that Walker had tied into the hook was starting to loosen. Walker didn't notice it. The camera operator didn't notice it. Live viewers may have noticed it and started drawing attention to it, but anyone in that room would be completely oblivious to any viewer comments for the moment. Walker simply continued to lose himself in the pleasure of the moment as he further damaged his prey to bring himself closer to orgasm.\n\n—\n\nHana certainly was not going to notice it; she was far too busy (almost literally) having the life fucked out of her. And judging by the look on her face, while she might not have been able to scream for having her breaths taken over by Walker's rape, she absolutely wanted to. Her mouth was stuck open in silent effort, though that might have been as much the gulping for air came every time the principal's hips bounced off her behind and slammed her bruising shoulders into her wooden prison. And at this depth even the outside evidence was obvious; the shape of Walker's cock slamming up inside of her no longer just a subtle, recurring bump in Hana's lower tummy but a genuine, ugly bulge. There was even a faint but growing bruise! Albeit only visible with taught skin beneath fine tummy fur, at the peak of every stab up inside her.\n\nBut Hana was not entirely incoherent! After all, still snatches of pleas in amongst the moments when she could squeal, rather than simply gulp or splutter depending on the pitch of Walker's thrusts. There was no blood up front; the wrecked cub had not suffered quite that sort of damage, but nonetheless by this point her pretty face was still an almost pornographic wreck for the cameras. Fur matted with tears, the inevitable spatters of saliva from all the times she had been made to cough and heave, not to mention the state of her eyes. Hana's eyes had even, just, begun to show the hints of those lines from their corners; the ones only came of that very particular sort of screaming, face-twisting agony Walker had had her keeping up since…\n\nIt was hard to remember when he hadn't been hurting her, at this point. Maybe she shouted for her friends again here and there, or tried to, but that was just one more detail to be appreciated in the recording later. For the time being, Hana was much too busy being a perfectly hot, tight little single-use sleeve for a grown-up's pleasure.\n\n—\n\nWalker wasn't in the least concerned for Hana's well-being at this moment. Were he simply torturing her, he might be more conscious of any permanent damage he was causing her, whether his intent was to cause it or not. In such a moment of unbridled pleasure, however, any restraint from causing even fatal damage would have to take a back seat to Walker's lust. Thus every thrust into that womb was done with only intent to pleasure the unleashed predator. As far as Walker was concerned, he'd worry about fixing any damage, if possible, after he was done brutally raping the sweet little girl he had given up his role for the chance to abuse.\n\nWith each thrust, Walker's concern for Hana became less and less. The occasional cry, scream, or plea from his victim only intensified Walker's desire to hurt her. His barbed shaft violently hilted inside the small cub, and raked her insides on the way out–both the already raw and damaged vaginal walls, and the newly opened wound in her cervix. Walker's groans gave way to deep, panting breaths as he began to ferociously pound the tiny raccoon hybrid between his waist and the lunette.\n\nAt this point, the knot that Walker had tied in the rope was slipping faster. This time, the camera operator was starting to notice the movement, but he couldn't tell if it was the rope, or movement from his camera. By the time he noticed the guillotine starting to slowly sink a little lower from its original position, he wasn't sure if he should say anything and interrupt the scene, particularly as Walker was loudly exclaiming his rapidly approaching peak.\n\n\"HAAH! YES! MMH! MMMH! HNNNNNNNNNGH!!!\"\n\nWalker strained as his barbed penis tightened, then started to throb and then directly spread semen directly into Hana's violated womb. His thrusts stopped, but only briefly, and he began to quickly pull back, thrust, and hold as deep inside as he could push his shaft, then he'd do it again. Each quick thrust loosened the ropes more, and more, until the rope swung around the hook, slipping free. Gravity did the rest, and the blade quickly separated flesh, muscle, and bone.\n\nHana's neck acted as a paintbrush against the lunette, and the resulting spasms from the sudden decapitation put Walker into a state of ecstasy that jumped the line in front of all other thoughts in his mind.\n\n—\n\nHana had forgotten about practically everything that was not an immediate part of her rape. She did not want to be focusing on any of that, mind, but between the agony of Principal Walker's raking barbs, the deep-feeling hurt of her injuries, and the way that the rape had taken over even her breath? There simply wasn't room to acknowledge her wider situation anymore. It could almost have been a relief, to not face that gnawing understanding she had been locked into a device made, specifically, to end the lives of little cubs. Even the little fragments of Hana's attention that escaped the feel of Walker's barbed cock scoring back and forth through the wreck of her cervix, were merely taken up with the dizzying awareness of being wrenched back and forth to bash over and over against the wooden restraint.\n\nIn fact, the only things that broke through the whirl of motion and pain were Principal Walker's voice, his oppressive shouts that seemed both happy and… hurt? Too much somehow? … And then the sensation of his semen. Hana had felt that before, but where only a little had splattered up past her cervix the first time, this time it painted her womb in a way that only amplified the ugly, horrible sensation of having something up where it should not have been.\n\nSo for a moment, that was Hana's world. Walker's voice and the feel of his cum spraying up inside against a background of pain, before…\n\nIt all happened very suddenly. Maybe she even saw it in the camera operator's face, to begin with. Just a flicker understanding that there was something. Before the sounds, the swish and rush of the rope whizzing past her peculiarly placed ear, the sliding sound of wood against runners, the shhh sound and then the WHNKH came with a new explosion of pain and then the world was spinning and she couldn't feel-!\n\nSo while her body went into thrashing, spasming seizure around Walker's orgasming shaft, Hana looked on in hurt and confusion; her new view from much lower. She'd hit the floor hard, and banging her head like that hurt as did her neck, but even had she been able to scream again, the sudden absence of all the other horrible, horrible hurts -\n\nIt would be up to the principal whether or not he made eye contact with that pretty little face, gazing up all streaked with tears from the floor of the disciplinary room. Just that flash of confusion turned to a kind of abject fear as understanding took ahold of the cub's awareness; that last flicker of consciousness spent realizing, as dark clenched around her, that Principal Walker had killed her.\n\n—\n\nAs Walker's pleasure began to subside, the satisfied predator finally noticed Hana's torso hanging below the beam she was bound to. It took a moment to register that she had not managed to somehow pull her head back through the lunette. The streak of blood against the plank confirmed it. Walker's breath escaped him in a light chuckle. His cock was deep inside a dead cub.\n\nWalker wasn't sure if he was going to keep her before, but his knot-work seemed to have made that choice for him. He slowly dragged his twitching, blood-soaked shaft from the lifeless remains of Hana, and sat back on the floor. He wasn't upset that he had lost her. He simply sat there, staring at her headless body and reflecting on all the terrible things he had done to her as his blood-soaked penis slowly slipped back into its sheath. He might have even been relieved he didn't have to take her home, feed her, and keep her healthy enough to be entertaining. In fact, he didn't even have to deal with the body.\n\nEventually, Walker remembered that the cameras were still rolling. The panther hoisted himself to his knees, reached over the empty lunette, and retrieved Hana's head. Pressing the side of her face against his crotch, he wiped away a small bit of the blood from his sheath and balls. Squeezing her severed head in such a way did make a larger mess on the floor, though that too was not his problem.\n\nWalker then brought the head up, looking into those lifeless eyes with a smile.\n\n\"Good night, Hana.\"\n\nWalker gave one last kiss to those cold lips. When he pulled away, his own muzzle had taken on some of the blood that had passed through Hana's muzzle. Walker set Hana's head onto her back, gave it a quick pat on the top, and stepped out of the shot to collect his things, leaving the rest to the crew.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Nightmare Elementary AU:
Walker Unleashed
(RP log betwen MystBunny and Fens)

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This log contains brutal cub rape, blood, gore, and death
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(best viewed in Open Office)



"Sure, I can wait. I can't contain myself around that cute little cock-tease much longer, but It'll take a couple of days to get everything ready anyway, and to bring in those bunnies that didn't make the cut. Mr. Red can have his scene with one of them and keep the other. Hopefully that will satisfy him… I understand, I fully intend to preserve the format of the show beyond that. The new host can tell the cubs whatever he wants. They won't have a clue. Thank you, sir."

Principal Walker ended the call with a grin, eyeing Hana on the security monitor. The cute little hybrid was in her garden as usual. Over the next couple of days, he would lustfully watch her, eyes wandering over her small, naked body every chance he got. Every time he got near her, every time she spoke, and even when she remembered to obstruct his view with her tail, there was always a visible bulge in his pants, though of course given the innocence of the cubs within this walled-off, abandoned school, he would not have to hide his obvious arousal. The days of Hana's innocence, however, were officially numbered.

As it was from the start of the show, the pent up panther had to fight the urge to just grab the naked little hybrid and rape her on the spot, regardless of who might witness the early revalation. When the day finally came, he was sure to be ready. He had the smelling salts in his pocket, a small box of gear ready to go, and a pre-measured powdery substance that he mixed into the lunches of the remaining cubs, all except his favorite.

After lunch, one by one, the cubs would slowly walk back towards the kindergarten with the occasional stagger, except for two who elected to lay their heads down on the table right in the cafeteria. They all fell into a deep sleep, except for Hana, who was soon approached at her garden by the eager adult panther. He appeared with a box, the contents of which were as concealed as his enthusiasm for this very moment.

"Hello, Hana. I have a present for you…"

—

Not that there was terribly much hope for Hana's innocence at this point anyway.  Sure, Poly had begun agitating about 'something being wrong' and was allegedly thinking about having an escape plan, but aside fact that that was just a glint in the imagination of her little fox friend, Hana certainly did not seem to believe that anything was 'up'.  Well, beyond the part where there were cameras everywhere and all of their clothing had been taken away, but that was all supposed to be a part of the game!  And so far, any goodbyes aside, it really had all been pretty fun.

There were cartoons to watch and things to read and games to play, and the food was nice and the beds - while a bit simple - came with a whole pack of friends that had only recently begun to dwindle.  And Hana had her garden!  Sure, even she seemed to realize it was little more than managed weeds, but she really did seem to believe that during her time on the show, she might be able to make something of the little wild patch she had appropriated for herself.

Maybe Hana had been aware of looks from the principal… or at least that she got more than the other cubs?  But if she did realize anything was up, well, she wouldn't go advertising it to her new friends but the little not-quite-raccoon girl was definitely, secretly, pleased that someone so important had taken a shine to her.  She hadn't even been playing to that!  Not wilfully, anyway.  The shows she unwittingly put on during any visits to Walker's office to trade in her tokens were another story.

And so came the day when everyone but her seemed a little bit… off, come lunchtime.  Nobody had asked her to play, Colleen hadn't made any of her nice little gestures.  About the only cub who seemed in any way normal was Avery, and that was only because she had such a tendency toward quiet even when they were all having fun!  So off they all wandered, leaving Hana to inwardly shrug and turn her mind to the little weed patch with which she had been having so much fun.

She was just contemplating how best to make those daisies stand out, oversized tail thoughtlessly swishing the dusty ground behind her, when Principal Walker spoke up and earned the perhaps inevitable squeak of surprise.  Up on her feet near immediately, turning about and obscuring her work as if she might have been doing something somehow illicit - did she really think it was secret, or something?  Maybe thought she'd get in trouble for using a bit of the school grounds without permission?

"Principal Walker-!" still with that slightest pitch to her voice as she fought off the worst of the startle.  Only to blink at the box, and the talk of a present and, "I… really?"

She thoughtlessly wandered nearer, gazing up at the significantly taller panther.  Of course by the time she was what she thought was a polite distance from the principal's legs, Hana was having to crane her neck a bit… but still, the talk of a present!

"Is… everyone going to get one?" funny little mix of tones there.  Chance of being special, thought of being unfair to the others if not…

And no, she wasn't remembering to cover herself with her tail.  Between surprise and then distraction with a potential gift, absentmindedness about nudity had won out once more.  The over-fluffy appendage was barely curled against her ankles as she stood before the panther, all bare just-about-present little curves and puffily immature bits that really oughtn't be being caught for the enjoyment of adults.  Assuming one of the many strategically placed cameras was around to witness as Walker finally made his move.

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To the principal's internal delight, the little hybrid came at him with her attention diverted from her usual modesty, her nude, white front, inner thighs, and the soft-looking immature labia on full display. As she approached, Walker opened the box. Inside were 5 curled leather straps of varying sizes, a collar, and a cuff for each limb with metal rings hanging from each. Buried under the gear were a couple of small padlocks, and one long length of rope.

A camera operator circled around Walker to get a shot of the contents of the box, as well as the naked Hybrid approaching to see what the panther had brought for her. Principal Walker had wondered if the rope being presented along with the rest of the gear might raise questions or concern, but at this point, the eager panther wasn't worried in the least about giving away sinister intent so quickly. He continued to present the gear as a gift, placing the box on the ground and picking up the jingling collar. As Walker approached Hana with the collar, the delight could barely be contained any longer by his previously professional expression.

Walker uncurled the collar as he approached her neck with it.

"Now let's put this on a cute little girl…"

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And Hana wasn't an immodest little girl!  Quite the opposite!  But even just a week of having to go nude and it just got… tiring, to stay ever alert thus, and more and more it was only Poly's enduring discomfort and the times when attention was drawn to her nudity that really set her off.  So much easier to think about other things!

Like the big, kind of handsome, kind of scary authority figure had come bearing gifts, for instance.  Box opened, and of course Hana tried to peer inside, curious, puzzled, a tiny bit excited.  The dominant expression when she looked up from the assortment of items was confusion, however.

"... Belts?  I um -" she didn't want to say something so stupid and obvious, but she was trying so hard to think of something else to say.  In the end she compromised.  "They're.. Neat?  Kind of pretty?"  Well, they were presumably polished and stuff!  "But.. I don't have any trousers, or… anything, so -"

The camera operator... set her off a little bit.  She did not leap into full cringing, covering aspect - she'd gotten past that at least.  But with the lens focusing on her and breaking the moment a little bit, she did shrink ever so slightly, pale inner fur of her thighs pressing a little flat as she clenched her legs, tilted her waist as if nobody would notice her trying to obscure her privates, or angle her arms to obscure those little pink nipples faintly visible through fine chest fur.

She was eyeing the rope as well, but she'd already pushed her luck with pointing out she had no use for belts and - oh, Principal Walker had one of the items, and was coming over with it!

"Oh!  It's um…" did she know about collars?  If so, she didn't fight it.  Maybe it was supposed to be a necklace?  Those did make good gifts, or so she'd been told.

And so Hana behaved.  Fidgeted a little, sure - moreso with the grown-up in such necessarily close proximity - but managed to keep herself to merely taking on a bit of a small posture, white-furred paws clasping in front of her tummy and thumbs shifting as a relief for the urge to fidget even more, even as it was looped about her neck and presumably buckled close.

Was it comfortable?  Presumably it all depended on the quality and fit.

–

Walker moved around behind the fidgeting hybrid, grinning as he moved just out of view. As he buckled the collar around her, resisting the urge to yank her soft body back against his bulging crotch, he was glad of the quality of his under-garments, absorbing the pre that began to slowly swell from the tip of his penis, to be absorbed before it could create a visible wet spot on his pants. Walker slid his fingers against Hana's neck, checking to make sure the collar wasn't too tight before circling back around to grab the next item.

"It looks like I will no longer be the host after today. Someone else is coming in to replace me."

Walker continued to fit Hana with the cuffs, first around her wrists, then her ankles. There was an audible jingle every time the cub moved as the straps were tightened around her wrists and ankles. Walker continued as his eyes scanned the nearby tree.

"I'm fine with it though. I think the viewers will be too, because it means I finally get to do something I've been itching to do since day one. I would have been content to stick around to the end when I could finally…"

The panther gripped one of Hana's wrists, forcing the little appendage upward, holding it close to her neck. He grabbed a padlock from the box and quickly locked her wrist-cuff into the metal ring on the side of her collar. He then gripped the other wrist, holding it out of the way while his free paw pressed against Hana's chest, finally pulling the soft little cub against his body, exhaling in her ear as his paw began to wander over the cub's soft chest fur, slowly working its way down.

"...but you… you're just… so irresistible…"

—

Like a good, well-behaved cub, Hana continued to do her very best to keep still while the principal 'dressed' her.  The slightest intake of breath - she might not even have realized she had done so herself! - for the feeling of his fingers working about her neck as he buckled the collar into position.  Certainly however, by not moving around too much she kept herself ignorant of Walker's grin, of any looks exchanged with crew, not to mention the effect she was already having on the grown-up's lower body.

"I... you won't?" sounding a little bit confused.  Particularly with apparently being confided in.  Funny little mix of feelings at that, too.  A little bit sad, certainly.  But a funny sense of relief?  Like a tension she'd been carrying would go away when -

"Oh -" someone had been lost in her own thoughts!  Enough so that Walker had the second cuff in place before she realized, and was turning her wrists around to examine them.  "These are um..."

Again, Hana was almost sure she should know.  'Paw cuffs' had popped to mind, and she had almost asked!  But they weren't metal, or linked together.  In the end, with one ankle cuff in place, and a thought that the dark leather looked kind of nice against her lighter grey fur, Hana resolved to ask.  Taking a little breath while the exiting host worked in a position that... presumably had his face awfully close to those slightly plump, tight-shut-unto-prominence little nether lips.  "Principal Walker?  What, are these-?"

Oop, except, he was talking though!  Confiding still, even.  So she listened, and tried to find the right things to say even as he took ahold of her wrists.  "Oh, then.. that's good, right?  I mean ..."

Click.

Hana blinked, gave her paw an experimental tug.  Okay, little flicker of uncertainty, now.  "U-um -"

Tug, tug, jingle.  Squeak.

The last sound being Hana's voice, because while she had been fairly compliant up to now, now the panther had put a paw on her bare chest (there was just the tiniest bit of yield; a breast soon-to-be, but not yet, budding) and tugged her backward!  The squeaked sound blunted a little as her back thumped against his chest, her tail agitatedly swishing low between Walker's legs as he held her.

"Principal Walker?  I -" there was another little sound of moving metal as she tried to make her restrained paw move away from her neck, not to mention a cursory attempt to withdraw the one wasn't yet bound from the grip of that much larger, darker paw.  "I am?  I don't -"

–

The camera was slowly brought closer, pointed at Hana's young crotch. The skunk operating it had to kneel to close in on the lower half of Hana's body as Walker's paw inched lower, and lower, until he could press a paw pad slowly between the young girl's undeveloped labia, a groan rumbling in her ear as Walker explored his favorite cub.

"Oh the things I want to do to you, Hana…"

Walker pressed his finger more firmly against Hana's tiny slit, rubbing that rough paw pad against it harshly. His bulge twitched against Hana's back. His breathing escalated into heavy breaths against the little hybrid's ear.

"I would have been fine with waiting for the game to play out, and having a turn with the winner, but then you…"

Walker's finger then forced its way inside, slowly penetrating the young cub's canal. He stopped at just the tip of his finger, nuzzling it inside that tightly squeezing orifice as he held onto his favorite cub more tightly.

"You showed up, and you made me want you more than anyone else. You made me hate being the host, because it meant if you lost, I'd have to watch someone else take you away from me. I'm not going to let that happen. I won't settle for anyone but you. You're all mine now."

—

"I ..." Hana was just starting to have a bad feeling.  Like, a proper bad feeling, not a sort-of-exciting-but-also-scary one.  The camera being so focused on her was not a small part of that.  And being pressed back against Principal Walker and held there, well, there was no longer nearly so much room for her to strategically turn herself and obscure things.

Not that she didn't try.  Even if the sole result of that would be a small amount of squirming all but against that bulge was making it increasingly hard not to arch her back in a vain attempt to escape it.  Really though, her only hope was to press her thighs together, and while Hana was not really aware, in many ways all that did was emphasize.

But not nearly so much as when Walker's paw went and pressed.  She'd been breathing a tiny bit faster as it crept downward, but now another little noise, a sort of bitten squeal as if somehow, Hana still thought she ought not be fussing.  Those immaturely squishy labia misshaped against his pad and revealed a glimpse of bright, fresh pink to the low-angled camera.

"O-ow-" small, complained on the in-breath.  Still trying not to be difficult.

"I don't -" whatever else she'd intended to say however, cut off.  Because try though she might to be 'good', the additional pressure, the roughness of the pad against her sensitive little pussy even before it grazed the even more delicate flesh within, not to mention the creeping sense that she ought actually be frightened of this particularly big, dark, predatory grown-up?  It ought not be a surprise that her breaths had started to come quick and a little bit high-pitched the longer he spoke, the longer she felt his hot breath against her strangely placed ear.

She was already biting down on a whine, listening to the talk of things 'being done', 'having a turn' that all sounded so uncomfortable.  But for that virginal little cunt to be cracked open so, even by only the fingertip?  Something finally gave out and Hana shrieked.  A different sort to the one she had made before, but sharp, and sudden, and loud, and made all the worse by having worked so hard to keep her voice down until then.  Tears already prickled threateningly at her eyes, breaths hitching as she kept trying so, so hard to listen to what the person in charge was saying.

"H-hurts, it -" squeaky voiced while that anything-but-ready little hole did indeed squeeze the fingertip almost viciously.  "I'm sorry I-"

She was just starting to succumb to that urge to just apologize was so typical of a girl her age in a situation she neither understood nor liked, when the 'accusations' came and gave her something to actually be sorry for.  It was almost a comfort!  Certainly it forestalled more frantic attempts to appease the angry(?) grown-up.  Albeit, beneath the impulse to jump on a reason for what was happening, a little part of Hana's mind still was not sure she liked it when Walker called her his.

–

The moment Hana shrieked, Walker's finger stopped. The reflexive clench when he entered the girl's narrow canal was lovely, and those soft thighs squeezing against his paw with futility was a tease of a sight that had urged Walker to continue his assault. However, the panther removed his finger. Though it may have seemed to Hana as if her scream and protest prompted Walker to withdraw, that certainly wasn't the case. Her screams, though causing the principal to flatten his ears to dampen the sound, caused Walker's heart to race with excitement and anticipation.

He wanted more–so much more of those adorable screams from his young captive, but for now, he rewarded her vocal behavior with some relief, hoping it would further encourage her to keep using that lovely voice to try to dissuade him. When she apologized, he raised his paw, fresh with the smell of the young cub's sex, to her cheek, rubbing softly.

"Oh no, sweet Hana, you didn't do anything wrong. No, I'm not doing this to punish you. I'm simply taking what's mine."

With that, Walker raised Hana's other paw, and clipped the remaining cuff into her collar, ensuring she would be unable to use her paws to protect herself from what was to come. Taking her by the wrist, Walker roughly led Hana to a spot under the nearby tree with his other paw on the box containing the rope. He then pressed his paws against the tiny cub's shoulders and shoved her down into a sitting position.

"You see, a host has to be impartial. He can't show favoritism to any of the contestants. With a cutie like you, I just couldn't help but favor you. That could make me a bad host."

With his footpaw against Hanna's thigh, he tied one end of the rope to the ring of her ankle cuff. With the little hybrid's leg attached to the rope for a quick tug should she try to run, Walker released Hana, throwing the rope over one of the lower limbs of the tree, then another.

—

Hana of course had no idea that by clenching her thighs thus, she was only egging the principal on further.  Soft thighs indeed squished about the top of the panther's paw in a vain effort to impede him, and all while that clenching little slit was not only making promises about its tightness, but the warmth against his pad... well.  Little girls like her ran hot, after all!

But then out came the finger, even that small penetration escaping her clutches with a sensation akin to a pop, even if there wasn't any noise to go with it.  Still dry, for one thing.  And all while puffy little cub-slit closed right back up, a tight line as if the digit had never pushed her open.  Hana was panting already, soft, and quick; a result of the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Rubbing her cheek earned a small whimper.  While Hana had been keeping still as if fearing hurting herself during her first, tentative penetration, now that her insides were no longer trying to accommodate a grown-up's fingertip she clearly felt more at liberty to test her bonds once more.  ... Nope, the little metal hook that she could just about brush if she twisted her paw remained as unyielding as ever.  And continued to jangle just as pleasingly.

The reassurance felt funny, too.  Like a little relief at being told she wasn't in trouble that was tripped up as quickly as it came by the confusing statement about taking what was his.

"I don't..." 'understand', presumably, although Hana didn't finish her sentence as was such a bad habit of hers.  Instead she pivoted, as if snatching at whatever scraps of logic she could with, "Is that why I can't move my hand?"

Somehow, she did not want to directly address all this confusing talk of ownership.  But at the same time the compulsion was there, and approaching from the side with a question about her binds seemed like a potential answer?  Indeed, "I can't see -"  Another little sound of moving metal as, yet again, Hana tried to withdraw her restrained wrist from its spot near her pretty new collar.  Albeit this time, perhaps more to illustrate?  Maybe she even wanted to know the picture she struck, on some level!  He had called them a gift after all.

... All while Walker went and finished clipping her paws into place.  Turning the little hybrid girl into such a picture of prayer-like vulnerability for the skunk crouching in front of her with that camera, and the future (or even current?) viewers beyond the lens.

Hold taken of her wrist, and so carelessly hauled forward.  So bound, she might as well have been being dragged by the neck!  Certainly it made her stumble, another discomfited little cry as bare foot-paws didn't have time to be careful about their footing on the rough stone, dirt, and grass of the schoolyard.  And then the shove -

"Ow!" all squeakily indignant, the single little exclamation a whole parcel of confusion, budding fear, and just a little bit of betrayal.  She'd have gone here if he'd told her to!  Why had the principal been rough?

So there she was, gazing up from where she'd been sat with tail curling thoughtlessly around her bare bottom.  The slight backward lean meant that, knees together or not, there's still be a flicker glimpse of that squished-tight line of her tiny pussy, though Hana was far too busy with her predicament to have started worrying about her dignity again.

Listening to the lecture about impartiality, the talk of her being cute (okay, still earned a tiny little flutter inside her chest and tummy, for that), she actually continued to watch as Walker tied the rope to her new leather anklet!  Not that she... didn't remain fairly confused.  Scared or not, the still-seated little girl finally plucked up the courage to ask.

"... What are you doing?"

–

With Hana remaining obediently in place, Walker ignored her question for the moment as he tightened the length of rope between her ankle and the first tree limb. He continued to pull, raising Hana's leg and forcing her to roll onto her back or side. Once her ankle was extended well over her, making it impossible for the cub to raise herself back into a sitting position, he approached her with the rope. He shoved with his foot to push Hana further onto her back, then pressed against her leg, pinning it in place while he knelt down to begin running the other length of rope through the cuff on her free leg.

"As clueless as you are adorable… which makes this part easier…"

Once enough of the rope was run through, Walker continued to pull it through the ring, forcing Hana's other leg to rise towards the other tree limb, effectively spreading her legs wide and allowing the camera a mostly unobstructed view of Hana's front side save for what she might hide with her tail. As Walker pulled the rope tight and began tying it through the ring on her cuff, the ropes had Hana on her back, legs spread nicely for the lustful principal as he finished securing her, and kneeled between those helplessly spread legs, starting to remove his tie.

"As I said, Hana. I'm taking what's mine. I'm going to use your cute little body however I want. I might even break it.."

Walker tossed his tie onto the ground and leaned over the helpless, bound cub, moving between her legs and gripping her bottom jaw to force her tiny muzzle open.

"...and nobody is going to try to stop me."

With that, Walker pressed his muzzle against the tiny little girl's lips, groaning into a sudden, deep kiss while his free paw began to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing more of the light-tinted fur down his chest and abdomen while the camera operator slowly moved the device around for better shots, certainly not moving to stop whatever Walker was doing.

—

Thus ignored... well, it took Hana a long moment to recharge her courage, but she didn't leave the question entirely alone when she received no explanation.

"Principal Walker? I-heek!" and up went her leg, a little cry of surprise and small hurt at the inevitable scrape of her bottom before she indeed managed to roll onto her side, tail briefly thrashing above her before its weight got the better of any instincts and it flopped back to the ground.

"I don't- ow!" she had been trying to find a way to regain some measure of upright-ness, too.  Right up until he stepped on her.  Or so Hana took being so-shoved at any rate.  Kneeling like that... well, once again, proximity to those bare, just-prepubescent nethers; puffy, downy-white-furred little mons an ever-present tease while he worked.

... And then a squeak, because he was pulling the other rope and her leg was being tugged with it, and there was a jerk as self-conscious instincts finally overcame confusion and nascent habits.  She was naked!  She wasn't just naked, her legs were being pulled open and there was a big, arguably still strange man, and another complete stranger - with a camera!  So that jerk and soft chime of clinking metal and the faintest of grunts, because Hana had tried to jerk her paws down her front to cover her privates.  Which had led to a yank of wrists against the collar, and her neck, and -

"Don't-!" almost a shout!  Not to mention the color that had flushed into her cheeks, especially as the camera had its moment to focus on the way, with legs pulled that wide, those plump little labia had parted to show off a little of her vividly pink insides once more.  Well, until she did indeed employ her tail, which apparently took her a moment to realize she could do.  And even then it was a little bit of a game! That oversized limb was kind of heavy, and when she wasn't simply letting it do its own thing… well, forcing it to straighten, then curl up between her legs and flop onto her tummy?  There was actually a flicker of effort in her face, thus!

Walker's kneeling like that - and taking off his tie?  What was he doing?  He hadn't hurt her or anything - not really anyway - but, "... You're being kind of scary -"

It was all that Hana could think of to say, swallowing a little.  Her tail was already beginning to slide off her tummy under its own weight, and the briefest effort to correct it was forgotten entirely when he took ahold of her face.

"I -" big, dark eyes - and there was fear there, finally.  Not terror or anything!  Yet.  But it was fairly clear that, finally, the little half-breed girl had realized something was genuinely wrong here.  A shame it was too late to say anything, what with that big, dark muzzle being pressed against hers.

So Hana gave a squeak!  Eyes had gone momentarily huge.  He was kissing her!  He was kissing her and she was tied up, and the groan and his breath dominating her own -

Even as the little cub's mind span, it was starting to get a tiniest bit fuzzy.  Flicker thoughts that wasn't this a thing for grown ups and love and wait wasn't there that one slightly scary movie where the baddie had the heroine tied up and was kind of..?

"Mh!  Hm-mh!  Mnh-!" she even tried to squirm!  Wriggling underneath Walker as he began exposing himself, her bonds once more clinking away as she wriggled and intermittently swung that big, confused-scared gaze toward the man with the camera!

–

Walker nearly shuddered as the cute hybrid squeaked and squealed in shock from the forced kiss. When his shirt was fully unbuttoned and open, the large panther pressed his chest against the naked little girl beneath him, groaning from how wonderful that soft, fluffy body felt against his bare torso, her tail twitching with agitation between them. Though finally able to stop hiding his lust, he did still reward her for her frightened, muffled protest and delicious squirming.

As soon as she squealed into his large muzzle and wiggled that soft, tiny body against his, he broke the kiss, propping himself up on his paws. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, soaking in the wonderful aftermath of bringing out the small hint of fear in his little captive, bound and helpless, her innocence and her purity all his for the taking.

Walker let out a shaky breath before slipping his shirt off of his back. His eyes wandered all over Hana's young body before he slowly peeled the cub's one defense–her tail, away from her body, and forced it to the ground between his legs. In this position, Hana might have been able to will her tail to move in just the right way to slip back out from under him, but when that happened, he would casually reset its position between his legs as he continued.

"I can't… I can't hold back any longer, Hana… This is going to hurt…"

Walker then lurched forward, heavy breaths washing over the young cub as he began repeatedly kissing her chest, dragging his sand-paper tongue along her nipple, then moving to her neck. All the while, the lustful adult unfastened his belt, then his pants, working his thick, barbed shaft out into the open, glistening with pre.

"I want it.. mmh.. I want it now… oh you're so pretty… mmh…"

He started shoving his pants away from his cock, causing it to bounce and twitch, dripping onto Hana's tail as the panther worked them down his legs, all the while continuing to assault Hana's young body with kisses.

—

Even if the kiss had been brief, it had been so sudden, and Hana so clueless as to what she should do - not to mention the simple fact that the much bigger grown-up's breath had dominated hers for that long moment - that when he withdrew, she still gasped hard, panting a little, tears still shining a little at corners of her eyes.  Even her wriggling had stopped, momentarily and in the face of that mild dizziness.

So laying there, Walker above her, his eyes closed while she emitted sweetly pitchy little breaths and fought back the little fuzz had temporarily overwhelmed her so.  ... And then he touched her tail.  Whatever else that too-big, too-fluffy limb may be, it was clearly sensitive as well, provoking a new intake of breath from the frightened-looking cub for the feeling of someone holding and maneuvering it.  It only took his doing so again the once before she simply couldn't muster up the will for yet another attempt to obscure her otherwise helpless little pussy.

And then... he warned her?  "I .. but, but I don't want it to -"

She didn't even know what 'this' was!  But the warning that whatever it would be, it would hurt?  Ways to instantly put the wind up a cub, especially with how callous the principal was being with her besides.  Not to mention the being tied up.  Flicker-parts of her mind might still be turning to thoughts of adventure stories and the like and the things being tied up meant in those, but how come nothing happened when she tugged on them like the heroes did?  Was it because of the special things Walker had put on her wrists, and neck, and -

The kisses flattened that line of thought, and the drag of his tongue practically killed it in turn.  Hana went from a gasp, to an uncomfortable shocked little cry as the rough tongue scraped through and all but groomed the fur on her chest, abraded the sensitive little nub, left it poking up a teeny bit while she squealed and, "That's my-!"

Except, Walker was clearly too busy with his trousers to worry about her complaining, and when she made herself glance down, along her front, past the subtle rise of her chest and between his tummy and hers... well, that shaft was just there.  Hanging, but not dangling.  Eyes big even as her pupils shrank, and the pink in her cheeks going absolutely nowhere.

"That's... Principal Walker that's... that's your..."

Hana's voice had turned into a bit of a whisper, but with a squeaky touch as she tripped over trying to name the phallus was looming dagger-like above her just-open little maiden hole.  Hot little spatter of pre got a new, sharp little breath out of her, even as the kisses resumed and her squirming with them and a reflexive, slightly desperate little, "N-nuh!  Nuh-!"

Under other circumstances, she might even have been giggling, shrieking even.  The kisses tickled after all!  But what thoughts could get through the still slightly disoriented whirl were not good ones.  She wasn't even completely sure that had really been Principal Walker's boy part!  It certainly hadn't looked right.  The couple she had seen - including those of the 'departed' male contestants - had been nothing on that pointed, spine-adorned... club.

–

Walker's salvo of kisses stopped as he struggled to kick away his pants as well as his shoes. Once he was fully nude, he rose off of the confused and scared little girl struggling against her restraints, fully exposed to both Walker and the camera with no means of covering herself, and knowing Walker at the very least wanted to touch her naked body all over. For the moment, he was slowly coating his shaft in the pre that slowly dribbled from his uncomfortably aroused penis.

When he was satisfied that his shaft was well lubricated, not having a hope or desire to attempt dry penetration on a hole so tiny, he then coated the tip of his finger with some of the strange fluid. With his free paw, he pressed a finger and thumb against Hana's labia to spread it. For the moment, the under-developed organ didn't seem willing to stretch very far, considering the size of what Walker intended to force into it. It would take some time, and a not so small amount of effort, as well as absolute agony on Hana's part to force that adult shaft through that little opening, not to mention the damage he would be doing in the process. However, the idea of doing so much damage in pursuit of nothing but sexual gratification made the principal's penis jerk with anticipation.

With his wet finger, Walker began to press against the entrance to Hana's tight canal.

"Ready?"

He didn't wait for her to respond. It was a mockery of concern. He started to invade that little hole with the tip of his finger, and then twisted, spreading his pre inside. He wondered if Hana would assume the ensuing pain would be what Walker had warned her about, and he wasn't gentle. His finger was forced in quickly, he spread the fluid roughly, then pulled free only to refresh his supply of natural lubricant, and force his finger back inside again.

—

Hana's efforts to struggle against her restraints might have seemed token, but they were very much in earnest as the big feline lifted himself from on top of her.  He might not have been resting his weight on her, but nonetheless amidst the barrage of kisses and touching hands, it was a relief for which she had been too busy to wish.  Restrained like that, unable to sit herself up (although she did try now that she had the chance, complete with cute little, 'hnn-' sound) and with her only flicker of defense the elbows of her otherwise trapped arms...

Well, Hana had always been ever so good at unwittingly making a picture of herself, hadn't she?

And all she could do was watch in confusion as the principal worked his hand up and down that... thing protruding out from between his legs, the wet sounds of the pre he was slicking down its length clearly inspiring an instinctive revulsion in the little girl.  And that was before he took some of the fluid on his fingertip, and brought it near to her private place!  Once again, his touch earned a gasping squeak, restraints chinking again as reflex made her try to lift her hips away from the touch and thud her shoulders against the ground in the process.  Just opening her like that was clearly uncomfortable, those glaringly pink inner labia squeezing against nothing as a little of the opening reached them.

If Walker (or the camera) took a moment to look... well, there it was.  Just enough view inside for a glimpse of that ever-so-slightly ragged membrane, just waiting to be shredded away.  Before he eclipsed it with his finger, anyway.

By the time he asked, Hana was looking down along her front again - or perhaps 'up' was more fitting, since the ropes had her hips elevated ever so slightly while it took effort to raise her head.  Either way, a neat bit of framing, that frightened face with those big, dark eyes, peering up at him over hardly-there rise of her chest and the arguably more distinct curve of her prepubescent mons.

Words had failed her temporarily, and whether Walker waited or not, she responded mutely, head shaking back and forth and long, raven hair whisking the ground underneath her head and back and -

And then he pressed.  And Hana squeaked.

Discomfort at first, a sensitive little place properly touched for the first time.  But the pressure didn't stop and up it pitched into a proper, squealing, "Owww-!" that seemed to twist into an actual shriek along with the screwing in of his finger.

"I'm not!  I'm not!" coming in squealing, slightly cracking voice before a sob got the better of her, tail thrash-sweeping the ground and her backside visibly clenching with the effort to lift her hips up and away from the invading finger and, "Take it out!" even as it sank into her once more past lewdly stretching pink flesh.

Depending on the depth... did Walker's dark fur show much difference, with blood smearing it along with the pre he was so kindly providing Hana to lubricate her first time?

–

Walkers ears reflexively folded to dampen the sound of Hana's pained shriek, but those screams greatly encouraged him to hurry and get it ready for the main event, his only regret that it was only his finger feeling those clenching walls stretched around it for now. The subtle squeezing and pulsing movements against his finger coaxed more pre from his penis which felt as if it were going to burst as there was no more arousal to be coaxed from it. It took an increasing amount of willpower for Walker not to just try to shove in dry at that point, those delicious screams almost begging him to rip into her with his barbed cock, but he persisted in preparing that tiny hole for precisely what he wanted most.

Hana's insides even began to bleed, just a single finger being enough to cause some small breaks in that tight flesh, but it only meant more lube with which to wreck this cutie even further. With enough pre and blood coating the entrance to Hana's canal, Walker allowed her labia to close, and slid his finger free before applying traces of Hana's blood as well as another coating of pre to his cock.

The panther rumbled lightly as he stared down at Hana's lightly abused young sex, with a single trickle of blood rolling down towards her tail. Walker deliberately paused, allowing Hana to assume the worst of his abuse was over. He wasn't even touching her at this point, and reached back for his pants. All he wanted from his pants, however, was an unopened bottle of smelling salts, which he placed on the ground next to Hana's rump. He then leaned over Hana, roughly running a paw up Hana's tummy and chest, while the other finished coating that shaft with pre and traces of blood.

"Your little cunny feels so nice, Hana. I can't wait to feel it deeper… and I won't wait…"

His free paw slid back down Hana's tummy, and then he pressed his palm against the side of Hana's waist to keep her lower half as still as possible while he angled the tip of his penis against that closed slit, and began to rub it up and down against the helpless little girl's labia. Pretty soon, that barbed tip made its way through those lips, and rubbed against the bare flesh within. Walker's breathing began to escalate greatly as he searched for that little canal with his tip as it scraped against Hana's moistened sex.

—

By the time Walker's finger was - grudgingly - allowed to slide free of her furiously squeezing insides, Hana had hardly screamed herself ragged or anything... but there was a definite little edge to the child's voice and remnant sobs as she heaved in the breaths she'd not been able to get past her own cries.  Deep, slightly wet things that came with a dramatic rise and fall of her not-quite-flat chest.  Subtle lines through her cheekfur where tears had already run from her eyes, and the intermittent chinks of metal clasps whenever she forgot she didn't have the use of her paws and tried to wipe her face.

Admiring his handiwork would reveal she was already a little red down there, besides the little of the blood Walker had provoked.  Someone was going to be sore - or, well, would be, if this had been the end of it.

"Principal Walker it hurts -" in that slightly drawn out whine so typical of a girl her age, following it with a sniffle.  Not only did Hana seem to believe it was over, but also that Walker might just go back to being the grown-up she was supposed to turn to when she was hurt.  Well, in lieu of Nurse Angel, anyway.  No doubt she was supposed to be the next stop!

"I, I don't know what I did but I'm sorry a-and -" just a little bit of a babble, almost seeming to be waiting to be untied.  Until she felt the big, dark paw stroking up her tummy; sharp contrast with the fine, white fur parting around his fingers and just barely hiding those fright-and-air-stiffened little nipples.  That made her go quiet again, just in time for all the 'compliments'.

"I don't -" she was just beginning to say... probably something about not understanding, or perhaps not liking, when he took that hold of her waist and did for the little squirming that Hana was still managing against the ropes.  Glanced down herself again... and saw what he was lining up.  Even if she had seen the little bottle of salts, of course she had no idea what they were there for, and it was far more important right then to address the return of that big, angry red dick to the forefront of her attention.

Another little squeak.  Words had failed her, little cub's mind just trying to come to grips with the obvious fact that Principal Walker was going to try to shove something bore a good comparison to her arm - only with spines - up inside of her cunny.  So instead of pleading, or shouting, or even wailing, Hana was temporarily just stuck.  Staring, big eyes absolutely stuck on his penis as she bent her head forward to watch while he rubbed, and pressed, and her breath started to come faster.  And faster.

He'd be able to feel her shaking, hot little just-lubed slit all but mouthing his tip with its reflexive squeezing.  Pre-emptive tightness as it got ready to resist the inevitable, and little jerks of her much smaller body every time it grazed the opening he was feeling for.  Forget passing out from the pain: there was a small threat that Hana's ever faster breaths were going to see the naked little cub hyperventilate herself out of the fun.

–

Watching Hana slowly realize exactly what Walker was about to do, Walker gave a toothy grin as he observed the growing terror in Hana's eyes. She was starting to get it, and yet she had no idea what she was in for. When that barbed tip finally settled against the red opening, the panther gave his barbed shaft a little squeeze to force out a little more pre deeper into the little cub's tight confines.

Even aided by the natural lubricant, Walker couldn't just shove his cock in all at once. It would take a lot of effort, and her underdeveloped slit would have to suffer at least a bit of damage in order to stretch wide enough to accommodate the panther. Walker knew this, of course, and had no qualms about sacrificing Hana's well-being to satisfy that burning desire to fuck the little hybrid, which he had been unsuccessful in quelling. Nothing was going to stop him, let alone the resistance from that clenching and unspoiled entrance.

"Mmh… Once I get through, this is likely going to hurt more than anything you've ever experienced… Let's do this, you sweet little cock tease."

A deep breath was all that separated his words from a quick thrust, shoving his tip as far into that tight opening as he could. Walker's teeth and lips pressed tightly together, the panther holding his breath as if to will himself to push harder and harder, occasionally letting air escape through his nose before drawing another breath and holding. He grabbed hold of Hana's waist, squeezing tightly against her sides while he strained against that tight barrier, at first making no progress.

Walker started to shake with exertion, wanting inside so badly. He just had to take that adorable cub's virginity. It's what he gave up his role for, and there was no turning back. He took a short break to catch his breath, still holding Hana tightly against his barbed tip. The break didn't last long, and soon he was pushing again. With a quick grunt, he felt his tip slip inside just a touch, and that was encouragement enough to double his efforts.

—

But for her increasingly rapid breathing, Hana was almost unresponsive.  Almost.  Squeezing himself like that, injecting that little extra squirt of precum to trickle down the spread-open cub's impatiently winking little cunt, did earn a sharp little change in the pitch of her breaths.  Another hike of her hips, although this time it served even less to help her escape, and more simply to press against Walker's pointed tip when the reflex gave out and her pelvis fell the half inch it had gained.

Hana of course had no knowledge of the poor grown-up's struggles, not that she would have cared.  ... Well, probably not.  Knowing the silly little not-quite-raccoon, she probably would have felt the briefest pang of guilt about what the 'principal' had given up because of her unwitting temptations.  But instead she just had his warning, and the confusing things he was calling her.  And the feeling of that barbed tip just beginning to nestle her open.

At least now she had something to respond to.  Just the tiniest bit neat what having an authority figure to answer could do, even if her words did still come out between the gulping breaths that the cusp of panic was demanding.

"I don't - want - hurt - please - Principal Walker, plea-" Hana probably would have been babbling, had she not already gasped herself slightly dizzy - and then the thrust.

The squeal was reflexive - didn't even sound hurt, to begin with, and as those puffy little cunt lips squished and tried to turn inward rather than open further for the pressing, feline shaft.  The slicked, furiously tight opening within had similar ideas, trying to stretch upward rather than open while he pressed, and pressed, and Hana's initial squeal pitched up with much more genuine hurt and her own teeth grit increasingly tight, eyes screwed shut and -

And it.. stopped?  It still hurt, but tear-pricked eyes peeked open as if she thought that that was it, Principal Walker had decided he couldn't do it after all-

That quick grunt, and Hana was thoroughly caught off guard.  Walker made his little progress at the cost of Hana's finally opening for him, even as she started up an ear-piercing scream that broke a second after it started while that immaturely curvy little body arched up toward her rapist.  It might almost look like passion, if it weren't obvious just how much pain the little girl was in already.

"HYIE-!"

He might even be able to see it!  He already had those normally tight-shut little folds cracked much too wide after all, so a glimpse of furiously red-pink insides stretching obscenely and as he opened her further, poor Hana's doomed little ring sliding down his pointed tip like some gross parody of an elastic band.

—

Walker's ears folded back as Hana began to shriek, but it was still a reward for the former principal. Along with the rush it gave him, that scream was further evidence of the ground he had gained in his efforts to penetrate the young cub. The evil act, and that agonized shriek caused adrenaline to pour into the panther's bloodstream. His constricted penis pulsed more rapidly with his increasing heartbeat, and with this surge of energy, his strength increased, and his penis slowly… slowly… began to slide deeper, and deeper.

Gripping Hana's waist hard enough to bruise, claws piercing into her skin, Walker took advantage of the momentum and snarled as he pulled the cub, and pushed his hips, forcing his shaft halfway into the screaming cub before the squeezing orifice finally succeeded in halting his efforts. His arms shook as he tried to push it deeper, but stopped, panting through clenched teeth as he took a break, though without releasing his grip on Hana's waist. Being buried this deep into such a small cub wasn't pleasurable at all to Hana's attacker–not for the moment anyway. His penis ached with how tightly it was being constricted within the little girl's narrow canal.

Walker carefully began to let up the pressure just a bit. If it weren't for those barbs hooking into Hana's insides, the tightly squeezing orifice would have spit Walker's wet penis right out again. They scraped against Hana's clenching insides as he withdrew just a bit, and then shoved forward again, trying to loosen the cub's unwitting grip on the male organ inside her. Every single push took considerable effort, but the panther was intent on tearing open the young girl's sex just enough to allow him to squeeze all the way through.

"NNGH!... FUCK!... C.. COME ON!! JUST A … A LITTLE…"

The pain that Walker was feeling in his penis wasn't allowing him to enjoy the little hybrid's insides at the moment, but that pain wasn't in the least comparable to the absolute agony that his victim must have been in at that moment. The pain was still making things difficult for the predator. Maybe if she passed out… Walker suddenly grasped Hana's throat and squeezed. If the pain alone didn't render her unconscious, Walker would help it along himself.

—

Whatever reaction Hana had to Walker's claws, and the little pattern of cuts they made around her waist, it was lost in the far more impressive - if temporarily silent - response to taking her first cock.  Her mouth might have been stuck open, and her wet eyes jammed wide, but she was clearly still 'there' as those huge, dark eyes stared up into his.

But despite everything, as Walker slowly, slowly sank deeper into his cutely bound little victim, she ever-so-gradually started to grow used to the pain.  Not in any way that helped, mind - the agony was clearly still wrenching, and only growing worse!  But Hana's muted, paralyzed responses to being cracked open finally gave way to clenched teeth and wailing against them, and increasingly frantic jerks of her bound wrists as if she genuinely thought that if she kept trying, she might somehow free herself from the supplicant pose into which Walker had chained her.

Even relenting for that moment didn't help her, not now that he had gotten depth enough for his barbs to find purchase.  It was probably the barbs that took Hana into a new stage of response, finally snapping from screeching into a high-pitched wail.  Echoes of a child half her age throwing a tantrum, if it weren't for the sure-she-was-being-murdered screech underneath every wobbling bawl.

Apparently however, Hana was not the sort to be rendered unconscious thus!  Not through this particular combination of agony and abuse, at least.  In fact the 'getting used to it' had even progressed to the point where she could find words again!  Even if her eloquence did amount solely to a shrieking, "IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURGKH-!"

Who knows how long Hana might have kept up that grating, screeching 'chant', if Walker hadn't opted to shut her up by way of his paw around her neck.  The cub's face was already red beneath her fur, but as her neck squashed uncomfortably beneath the big, dark paw, those huge eyes locked on Walker's with a flicker of what could only, finally, be called betrayal.  As if that particular violence was the moment when the little girl's trust in the adult finally, truly started to fray.

Pale little paws clawed upward, but even with his wrist inside the tiny range of movement given her by those clinking chains, Hana's grip amounted to nothing.  ... Unlike the grip around Walker's poor cock.  She might not be able to squeeze much harder, but her immature pussy practically spasmed as her mouth stuck open, tongue even poking out a little with the increasingly frantic, just-audibly-squeaking attempts to snatch a breath.

It might take a moment, but if Walker could keep it up?  Well, finally, finally Hana would fall limp, slack against the dirt and insides blessedly relaxing toward... something at least resembled manageable.

—

Walker grinned as he stared down into those frightened, betrayed eyes. His barbs did most of the work of keeping the adult's shaft buried into the now bleeding orifice while he squeezed Hana to a slow loss of consciousness. As soon as he felt that tight canal loosen a bit, he released, breathing a sigh of relief. The cub was so tiny that her insides still wrapped tightly around Walker's cock, though certainly less so than before. The panther was slightly astonished as he realized just how much of that tightness was the reflexive squeeze Hana was putting on him.

As the cub's sex slowly relaxed, Walker groaned with pleasure as he forced his shaft as deep as he could, prodding her cervix before slowly working his shaft back and forth inside the unconscious cub. As tight as she was even while unconscious, Walker continued to rock his hips as if making slow, gentle love to little Hana, stretching her out as much as he could, with minimal damage beyond what had already been done. Of course, as soon as Hana's consciousness returned, it would be a far different story.

Of course Walker preferred Hana awake and screaming, and that would come soon enough, but for now, he simply enjoyed the peaceful silence, and the pleasant ease at which he was able to slide through that relaxed canal. All the while, the camera started with a shot from behind Walker, the unseen violation obvious from the movements of his hips, then moved around to the side to get a better shot of Walker's shaft, streaks of red along the barbed organ as it slid in and out of the unconscious girl's slit.

Feeling an early orgasm approaching, Walker stopped, leaving his pulsing organ pressed against Hana's cervix as he waited and relaxed, feeling that he had stretched and damaged the hole enough that he could properly rape the little girl when she woke up again. To that end, Walker refrained from using the smelling salts, electing instead to allow his pleasure to subside while he waited for Hana to come around again.

Eventually Hana's insides began constricting Walker's cock again. He grunted as it was still a little painful, and once Hana was fully aware once again, Walker picked up where he left off, growling through clenched teeth as he dragged those barbs through the full length of that squeezing canal, and forced his shaft back inside as he started working towards a steady rhythm.

—

Without spasming agony to keep up the stranglehold… well, it might be a bit much to say it was completely comfortable inside of her.  Hana was still tiny after all, especially compared to the virile adult panther she had unwittingly driven to this.  But between unconsciousness, and whatever expertise Walker brought to the assault, that now manageably tight cub pussy's squeezing could lend flavor, rather than just discomfort and inconvenience.  She might even avoid injuring herself - quite so terribly.

But with her eyes rolled slightly backward, and the blessedly gentle breathing of unconsciousness from a well-judged strangling?  Hana was suddenly ever such a cooperative lover.  It might even speak of a certain potential, given the right training!  Unfortunate that potential was almost certainly going to go to waste, and might not even have appealed to the monster she had attracted even had he cared to bother.

Working up to her deepest, Hana's preteen cervix was a much firmer resistance even than her virgin passage had been - even if that only made for something for Walker to grind himself against.  But the camera might benefit from her unconsciousness as well!  The shot from behind was certainly lewd with the image of the principal's black-furred hips working up and down with those grey furred little legs tied spread either side, but when the camera circled around to one side?  Now it could capture not only that barbed, bloodied cock, but also an unconscious little girl with a bulge not very much smaller than her own fist being driven up from the otherwise (mostly) smooth, pale fur of her tummy.

And then… he halted?  Hana would probably have appreciated that, had she been conscious!  But Walker's callously ill-timed mercy just left a silent, still little cub; small parody of sweetly peaceful sleep between unconsciousness and the picture she struck; tear-streaked, cuffed hands hung from a collar would have better fit some kind of pet.

Neither he nor the camera man would have to wait terribly long for her to stir once more, but all the same, viewers not watching live would probably appreciate the lull being trimmed down for subsequent distribution?  But shallow unconsciousness, combined with that persistent hurt and the sensation of being so deeply invaded brought Hana around in comparatively short order, the little cub emitting a soft whine and fussing almost cutely in the moments before Walker resumed.  She even seemed not to understand her position momentarily!  Something in her face speaking more of embarrassment for closeness than anything else, as her eyes focused and, "... Principal Walker-?"

And then he moved.  Drew out of her and Hana got to experience feline barbs raking her properly for the first time, even if the spines were scraping their way through tears and scores already inflicted by Walker's efforts to get himself thoroughly fucked up inside of her.  The result was a shocked, hissing, squeal of a noise through clenched teeth, and a look on her face spoke of all the memories slamming back.

Hana even managed a panic-rushed, "No no nuh-!" before back in Walker forced himself, killing the protestation with a blow to Hana's cervix that collapsed into agonized, bawling sobs and clenched little fists jerking the chain in vain attempt to reach and thump against the panther's chest.

—

With Hana's insides squeezing with a still tight but more bearable pressure on his twitching shaft, Walker's teeth showed with a pleased grin, Hana's screams and sobs stimulating the evil panther once again. The helpless little hybrid jerked and struggled against the ropes, shaking a few leaves loose from the tree, but nothing loosening from Hana's wrists, neck, and ankles. Walker grunted as he forced his shaft through the bloodied opening, pressing carelessly against the girl's cervix, then raking those barbs back through her damaged canal, his speed steadily increasing the longer he tortured that tiny hole.

"Mmmmmmhh… That's more like it…"

Walker continued raping the tormented cub, groaning loudly and beginning to put more force into those needy thrusts. The panther occasionally shuddered with the sensations of burying his barbed cock as deep as he could, then yanking back against that air tight seal his size had created and scraped those barbs through Hana's canal. A vicious cycle of Hana's agony and Walker's pleasure ever increasing simultaneously ensured that the torment continued, and Walker's body began to lower until the predator's larger body pressed down against Hana's.

Walker felt the soft cub's desperate movements beneath him, her legs practically pinned against the adult's waist as the ropes shook the tree limb they were draped over with each thrust and wore away the bark. Walker's chest pressed against the side of Hana's face, his body pinning the tiny cub to the ground while the panther panted and ravaged his victim with bestial lust. The camera slowly captured many angles of this position, eventually settling between Walker's legs, watching the blood-soaked penis recklessly slamming in and out of the girl's sex.

Walker's pants turned to loud groans, his penis twitching with anticipation, his body shuddering with growing pleasure. The cycle of agony and pleasure was working quickly towards its peak, and all of Walker's desires disappeared from his mind except for the primal urge to feel the coming orgasm as he ruthlessly thrust his cock through the bloodied canal and against the unyielding cervix.

—

"It hurts it hurts it hurts-!"

Was that a familiar refrain?  Hana was not bringing anything particularly new to her co-starring in the sadistic little production - curious hybrid traits aside - but she was absolutely offering up an expert rendition of the classic role.  Screwed up facing and streaming tears, and small fingers digging into the fur of Walker's chest.  Her face might be trapped between his chest and the ground, muffling the grey-furred girl's screaming a little, but he was close enough now that even that cutely restrained pose he had given her was able to reach and clutch!  … And probably claw a little, but Hana's nails were anything but sharp.

And all while he continued to saw back and forth through the shrieking cub, with the ever increasing pace and spiraling agony rapidly stealing away any hope of Walker's victim remaining coherent.  There were words in there, even occasional babbled sentences!  But it was all just wet screams of 'stop!' or 'it ripped!', rendered just a little ugly by otherwise pretty, if ever more desperate scream-bawling.

And the sounds!  There might not be a way for the audience to properly appreciate just what Hana's increasingly injured little cub pussy was doing to the principal's raking cock, but everything that the camera's microphone might catch ought give them some idea.  The wet noises of something hot and hard being slammed over and over into the splattering red wet that Walker was scraping out of her with ever thrust, the sounds of dark-furred hips slamming against paler, much smaller and increasingly bruised ones.  Even the intermittent squawks that replaced the shouts of fear and growing hurt whenever Walker found a particularly awful angle or simply slammed the breath out of Hana just right…!

There wasn't even a question of whether or not Hana was going to stay tight for him.  It didn't matter how much damage was done down there - and those barbs were doing plenty - those tiny hips simply could not present him with a less confined space to rape.  Not without anything breaking.  The real question was, would viewers appreciate a view of the damage the camera could already glimpse?  Ragged and bloodied flesh peeking from lewdly wrenched-open labia with every withdrawal only to be slammed back in with another splatter of red over the dirt and the stained white fluff of Hana's perineum.

—

The screaming, the begging, the constant vocal alarm of Hana's agony had already begun to tip Walker over the edge, and short of extreme measures, nothing was going to stop the panther at this point. Walker's chest grinded against Hana's face. Her body had begun digging a shallow rut in the ground beneath her as Walker's thrusts jerked the small cub back and forth along the grass.

Suddenly Walker's thrusts slowed, accompanied by intense grunting and shuddering. The barbs of his twitching member scraped back against those brutalized walls, and then it forced its way back in. This continued for a short while, and then it began to throb happily inside the betrayed little cub. Walker's hips then thrust forward in a quick and powerful pierce right up against the unyielding opening to Hana's cervix. Walker's hips continued to jerk as his restricted urethra fired his semen into his victim.

"HAAH! HAHHH! HA–MMHH!!"

Walker arched his back while grasping Hana's head and bottom jaw, forcing a lustful kiss on the tormented cub. His body occasionally jerked with increased sensitivity, all of Hana's movements triggering a reflexive response in the large adult's body as his muzzle enveloped Hana's lips, and his rough tongue invaded the girl from the other end. Eventually, Walker's grunts and loud reactions to the continued stimulation gave way to a long, satisfied groan against the cub's tiny muzzle, all his muscles relaxing as he milked that last moment of ecstasy before breaking the kiss.

"You have no idea, Hana. You have no idea how satisfying it was to finally do that. Oh Hana… you…"

With a tight grip on Hana's jaw, Walker suddenly leaned down for another kiss. The throbbing within the cub slowly became more intermittent, and the fur on Hana's cheek was moving in time with the hot air from Walker's nostrils before he finally broke the kiss a second time, then slowly withdrew his barbed, blood-soaked penis, allowing Hana her first look at what it had done to her.

—

Hana certainly was not going to be the one to stop him.  Even if he hadn't already raped the little hybrid girl practically ragged, that adorable way her wrists had been bound to her pretty new collar made certain she'd not be offering more resistance than benefited her performance.  She tried!  But if anything her balled fists attempts to thump up at Walker's chest were doing more to hurt her by jolting the collar, assuming they could reach the principal's dark fur at all.

Come the slower thrusts however, something changed in Hana's sounds as well.  It was less a panicked, ragged bawling, and more drawn-out shrieks and sobs as the more deliberate motions gave her the chance to really appreciate those felines spines scoring back and forth through her bleeding, clenching canal.  It even let her get a few more little words in!  Even if most of them remained pleading wails, this new, slower hurt let her muster a sentence or two -

"I don't know what I-!" or "I'm sorry!" or even at one point a fractionally more willful, screwed-up-faced, "Stop hurting me!" before she descended back into sobs that dragged out that last 'e' sound almost like wet, hoarse laugh.

But then the peak came.  Hana might have been mustering up another, more desperately phrased shout given it started with a high pitched, "Leave-!" … before the new sensation hit her.  It wasn't even painful!  Not at first.  But just so alien and deep that Hana breath caught and eyes momentarily stared wide up at Walker's chest while he jerked, and splattered inside her, and her mouth stuck open like it wouldn't close.  Which probably only made Walker's life easier when he snatched ahold of her muzzle and forced that kiss on her.

"Mnkh-!" and all while Hana arched up against him, although that was more pain and resistant reflex than anything passionate, even if agony-spasming insides were doing a fair impression of wanting every last drop unloaded past her battered cervical ring.  Closeness meant her paws could even reach him properly, although all she could do was press small, soft palms against his chest while small chains rattled and her hot little tongue slid against the adults bigger, rougher, stronger muscle.  Clumsy resistance, or just instinct to flee - hardly mattered.  With nowhere to escape the invading tongue Hana may as well have been kissing him back for all the good it did her.  Not to mention the sounds; sobs and cries and then a high pitched squeal as those splatters of feline cum that hadn't painted her underage womb trickled down to torment the many, many shallow, burning abrasions in her newly deflowered little cunt.

When the kiss parted, even temporarily, Hana stared with huge eyes and heaved a breath, probably about to bawl of splutter or maybe even scream again - only to be silenced because it came back.  Her little muzzle once more smothered by the much bigger, darker mouth kissing down on her, earning more little plaintive sounds, more pushes… and a slightly more ragged, pitchy gasp when he finally released her mouth once more.  Followed immediately by shaking, high pitched coughs, and then a squeal as Walker's cock slid back out and gave her one last taste of those raking barbs.

… Of course she looked.  Gazed down herself past barely-there little budding chest and along the mussed white fur of her tummy at her crotch, still slightly elevated by the ropes.  Breaths started to come quickly - it looked bad after all.  Probably much less serious an injury than it actually looked, but the sheer number of shallow cuts from those barbs and all the little tears inflicted by sheer size and callous fucking?  Her whole crotch was so red she felt like her cunny was more of a hole in her than some special place that was supposed to, to…

Hiccoughed, sobbed - "N-Nurse - Nurse Angel, Nurse-!"

Unclear if she was pleading with Principal Walker to fetch help for her, or simply trying to call the 'school nurse' paste a suddenly uncooperative diaphragm, but either way.  Breaths coming quick, slightly squeaky, pretty little chest rising and falling with panicked breaths as she stared at the apparent wreck of her puffy, brutalized, still-slightly-gaping labia.

—

The camera operator made sure to get a shot of Hana's crotch, with blood and semen trickling from the red and visible flesh beyond her battered labia. Walker's eyes explored the cub's naked, helpless body as he began untying the ropes. Hana's cute innocence was gone, and what was left was just as cute, at least to Walker and the lustful viewers that would be pleasuring themselves to Hana's torment.

Walker took his time in freeing Hana's legs, but as soon as they were free, the large panther gripped the collar he had fit onto his little toy, and hoisted her up. He then forced Hana over his shoulder, arm gripping her thighs as he reached into the pockets of his discarded pants. Walker would take the keys to her collar and the smelling salts with him, and leave his clothing and the ropes as he took his time carrying the young girl towards the committee office.

The camera operator began with a shot of Walker from the front, and Hana's rump, blood trickling down her thighs, and then as they passed, the camera focused on Hana's betrayed face, and followed the two towards the building. Boris and Buru were there to open the gate, and close the door behind Walker as he brought Hana inside. He turned, giving Hana a clear view of the torture chamber the building had been turned into while he locked the door. He then made his way to a device Hana wouldn't be able to see at first, but once he placed her onto the floor, she would see the guillotine Walker had chosen for their final scene towering above her.

Walker expected Hana to try to leave as he released her. He pulled the rope on the guillotine, raising the freshly sharpened blade to its apex, and wrapped and tied the rope around a hook near the lunette, where Hana's head would be expected soon. Walker paid no attention to Hana as he readied the device, certain there was nothing Hana could do with her wrists bound to her collar, and she certainly couldn't leave the room.

—

Movement hurt, but despite the little squeals and whines as she was untied and her legs allowed back to the dirt, the sheer relief that it was over seemed to be enough to keep Hana's pleading from escalating into a full, screaming panic or tantrum.  Given how the silly little cub seemed to think, she probably thought whatever she had done, she had finally made up for now that Walker was done ramming that nightmarish rod in and out of her (slowly closing back toward snug-looking) vagina.  Sure, her breaths still came too fast, and shaky, and the sobs were still wracking her… but nonetheless Hana had the look of an elementary schooler who believed she would soon be seeing the nurse, and not long after that, returning to her blissfully ignorant friends.

"Can… can you untie me n-?" Hana was just starting up again, just beginning to see if she could pick herself up off the ground with her wrists still chained beneath her chin… when Walker grabbed her by the collar and hoisted her up off the ground.  Immediately the question turned into a newly-startled, "Gkh-!"  Little hands grabbed at whatever they could, be it the collar or his wrist, trying to relieve the sudden choke while that cute muzzle he'd just invaded popped open in another gasp for stolen breath.  Up and over his shoulder, the chance for air again turning into a squeak as she thudded into position while bloodied thighs dangled beside Walker's muzzle.

Took her a second but, "N-No!  No put me- down!  Please-!"  The typical, squeaky complaints as the principal gathered his things and carried her away.  Of course she knew shouting wouldn't help, she should be trying to apologize more or even ask questions!  But a combination of… everything that had happened, and a rising, awful feeling - both had overwhelmed the impulse to be a good girl for the time being.

Assuming Hana got little engagement along the way however, she did eventually calm down.  Even tried the apologizing, a little.  And after that, even the asking where he was taking her.  She even looked at the cameraman and asked him, despite having long since discovered that the show's crew were supposed to speak to her and her friends as little as possible.  So suffice to say, when they finally came to the building she'd been told belonged to the disciplinary committee… Hana was almost curious, but for the knot had formed above the pain in her tummy.

She still hurt!  But a drawn out trip over a big, black panther's shoulder was enough to at least stir the urge to look, and she turned big, confused-scared eyes on the two bulls as Walker carried her past them.  And then inside the building, where she was turned to face…

"What..?" breathless, confused voice from behind Walker's shoulder.  She did recognise these things!  … Well, some of them.  It ought be inevitable that some of the arrayed implements of torture would be familiar - what eleven year-old hadn't seen stocks, racks, and various other famously evil devices as a backdrop to imperilled heroes in their cartoons?  Of course they never saw them used… so Hana's poor little brain took a long moment to take in her situation.

It was only the less familiar contraptions that overcame the 'mundanity' of the more recognisable devices.  Cartoons did not feature even a fraction of this stuff.  Where bare walls with hanging manacles should have been in any torture dungeon Hana had ever seen magical friends trying to escape, there were a great many other, much more ominous things.  Uncomfortable chair-like things with inappropriate protrusions and waiting loops, wooden horses with sharp-edged backs one could never comfortably sit on… if there wasn't an obviously sharp blade, in fact.  Strange and unpleasant contrivances of metal strips, bars, screws and hinges, pointed wooden uprights looked unpleasantly like they were intended to have someone atop…  And the tools.  She could recognise a whip, but the things that looked like bats for sports, the rods with the spikes, or needles, or… and things that should have been in a tool shed just in and among!

And down she was set.  If the grey-furred, oversized-tailed little hybrid girl had looked small and vulnerable before, now with bare feet shifting on the cold floor she was a picture of helplessness, even before taking in those cute bindings she'd been gifted!  "P… Principal Walker I don't…"

She had been starting to complain about how scary the room was, when she craned her neck to look up at the looming blade of the contraption he had set her down beside.  Even then she didn't seem like she could really process, but her breath had caught, and that knot in her tummy felt like it was made of ice and… and Principal Walker was doing something with it.  Like he was getting it ready for…

Something must have finally clicked, because there was suddenly something different in those big, dark, frightened eyes, and a squeakily voiced, "No-!" before Hana turned and ran.

Or, well, tried to.  Bare feet padded against hard floor for only a step or two before she squealed, stumbled, and bowed as if she wanted to clutch herself, but the spike of fear kept it from becoming a full tumble somehow; the stumbling, bloodied, raped little preteen cub - assuming she wasn't grabbed sooner - making it to the locked door and immediately trying to reach and fumble at the latch.  Sure her wrists were still attached to her collar by short chains, but even still the clinking little girl grabbed and even tried to jump and, "H-Help!  Help-!"

Given chance, she might even have started trying to bang against the door with balled fists!  No matter how mute the sound might be with so little room to swing her hands, and before the glance back at Walker as if suddenly realizing he might long-since have finished… whatever horrible thing she was now certain he'd been preparing.  Even now, there was a cold ache where ought be the thought of what that tall wooden thing with the blade was actually for.

—

Walker could hear quite plainly the sounds of a terrified little girl trying to get through the door, screaming for help. He knew it would do her no good, so there was no reaction from Walker for her escape attempt. When he was finally done, his footpaws thumped slowly against the floor as he casually approached the young hybrid, be she at the door, or running elsewhere, not pursuing with any urgency whatsoever.

"You know what this is, don't you?"

He gestured to the guillotine, then answered before Hana could.

"It's a guillotine, used long ago for executions. It's for slicing off someone's head. You know, back then, many women were executed for allowing someone like me to do what I did to you under that tree. You let me defile you, Hana."

Walker continued slowly walking in whatever direction Hana would be, his bloodied cock peeking from his sheath as he eyed the naked cub with her wrists bound, unable to protect herself if he caught her.

"I think I'm going to defile you again. Are you going to let me do it again, Hana? Are you going to let me rape you again?"

Walker licked his lips, not intending to allow Hana that choice.

—

So many of Hana's responses were reflex, but that probably only enhanced the picture she made of herself as she went from turning to glance back… to turning, and pressing herself backward against the uncooperative door.  Little hands pressed flat against it, bare feet sliding slightly against the floor as instinct had her trying, without so much as thinking, to press as though the barrier could have just swallowed her.  All she achieved of course was a fetching little squish of that cute behind against the unyielding metal, her too-big tail twitching agitated against the floor as it pressed forward from between her legs.

Even had Walker given her the opportunity to answer, she might not have been able.  Dead still, naked chest quickly rising and falling… but those big, staring eyes were attentive all the same.  Only once he was done explaining what the device was for, and delivering the typically potent implication that this was somehow her fault, did the little not-quite-raccoon girl respond.  And then to begin with only by shaking her head back and forth, whisking long, raven hair against the unsympathetic door.

"N-Nuh -" Hana's voice was a squeak as she continued to try to shrink against the door, gaze flicking from the approaching predator as his shadow spread over her, to the waiting… guillotine, back -

She bolted again - or tried to.  It no longer mattered that even if she had any hope of getting past Walker now that he was closing on her, her only option would be to run deeper into the literal chamber of horrors.  Those parts of her ruled by prey instincts saw the only way to flee closing and Hana almost had no choice about whether or not she fled.

And even when she stumbled, the sound she made was probably intended to be a scream, but breathing as fast as she had been… well.

"H-Help!" she was trying again, given half a chance.  It was only halfway into the shouting that she actually achieved any volume, all while Hana tried to make for the place that, according to some deeper part of her silly little head, could somehow shelter her.  It didn't matter that the best she could achieve was to duck beneath a sawhorse or behind a cupboard full of increasingly vicious floggers.

"A-Avery!  Amber!" as if her friends could somehow have done anything.  Even had her shouts somehow been able to reach them, or they hadn't all been happily sleeping off the drug they'd been slipped while Hana had been busy with her 'garden'.  "Poly-!"

—

As Hana was busy running around the room looking for a place to escape or hide, screaming for help, Walker continued to follow her, at least as far as the couch in the middle of the room. In keeping his scene with Hana somewhat authentic from this point, he retrieved a crossbow and a bolt from behind the couch, taking the time to load the weapon as Hana desperately looked for a way out, and then settled on forcing herself behind a cupboard, but her efforts to move behind the heavy object slowed her enough for Walker to take aim.

The bolt flew from the bowstring and embedded itself into Hana's calf. With his prey disabled, Walker softly placed the crossbow onto the floor and approached with no need to exert himself. The panther grabbed Hana by the ankle, and dragged her across the floor towards the guillotine. Walker stopped near the lunette, and knelt onto Hana's undamaged leg. With the girl's legs both under control, Walker unlocked her wrists from the collar. The lock would be back in place quickly as Hana's arms were forced around a beam beneath the lunette, wrists locked together on the other side. From there, the young cub was lifted to her knees. Walker forced her neck against the bottom half of the lunette and locked her in place.

Hana was on her knees, her neck trapped below the hovering blade, her wrists bound underneath, and the only obstacle to a second round with Hana's brutalized sex, her tail, was swiftly swept aside. Walker placed the smelling salts on the floor beside him. With what the panther had in mind, it would be astonishing if he had no need for it again. His barbed tip rubbed and scraped against Hana's tiny labia, and Walker rumbled softly in approval.

"Well, Hana, it looks as if you won't be able to stop me from defiling you a second time. Works out well for me, at least. This time, I'm going ALL the way in…"

—

Hana was not even aware of Walker's intentions, in the moment.  The first she realized he was no longer chasing her was after the explosion of pain below her knee, and suddenly finding herself crumpled, clutching and staring at the bolt had passed through her calf.  For once the sounds that she made weren't even all that impressive!  Just a short, sharp, shriek of hurt in the moment, and then the beginnings of a panicked keening once her brain had caught up with the sight of a shaft pierced clean through her leg.

She only acknowledged Walker again in the moment before he grabbed her ankle, earning a new, wrenching cry of hurt as he pulled her from behind her abortive hiding place.  "M-my leg-!" shrieky voice of a little girl had just experienced a lifetime's worth of hurt and trauma with only more to come.  It was unlikely she imagined Walker would care even a little about her injury, but so many things were just coming out on their own with the whirl of hurt and fear.  Even a very un-meek, if still squeal-sobbed, "Let me go-!"

Really though she could present very little trouble to a grown-up at the best of times.  Now that she was raped, bound, and injured the most she could muster amounted more to amusing responses than any genuine inconvenience.  There was a last, desperate little 'Nuh-!' and then the clunk of the wooden brace being closed over her neck, the soft chinking of locks and chains being rearranged and…

Hana was making another picture.  But then most any of the cubs the producers had chosen for the show would have struck a similarly compelling view, naked, locked below a hanging blade, and helpless for whatever sadism was planned to come next.

"Nh-nnh!  Ngh-!" actual little sounds of a struggling cub!  There was nothing else she could do after all, bar tug and yank herself against the wood and occasionally squeal when her now softly bleeding calf was disturbed.  Hana probably had no idea that the way she was wiggling that cute, if bloodstained little behind was only going to expedite Walker's erection.  … Although she still froze, a little squeak coming from behind the lunette when she felt the familiar brush of his pointed tip.

Swept aside or not, her tail still swung back, as if it might somehow defend her with its soft whmf against Walker's muzzle.

"No!  No no Principal Walker please don't do it again don't -" pretty voice was coming ever more quickly, made slightly whiny by crying and hurt as she tried to turn herself, as if she could somehow look back.  Maybe if she really tried she could just make tearful eye-contact with the panther, even if it did mean pressing her jaw against the wood had her head pinned beneath that waiting blade.

—

Walker's lustful desire for Hana came flooding back all at once at the sight of the bound, helpless little hybrid girl once again unable to stop him. She wiggled, she struggled, she pleaded, and all Walker had to do to contain her was to grasp her waist.

"If you don't wa–mppf.." Walker was briefly interrupted by a muzzle-full of tail before brushing it aside with his forearm. "If you don't want me to defile you again, you'll just have to get free and run away."

Walker took his time, slowly pressing his barbed tip against Hana's labia. Holding her waist tightly, he allowed the frightened little cub time to make an attempt to escape Walker's growing lust. He didn't wait long, however, and once he found the opening, the previous damage and blend of fluids allowed Walker to slowly force that canal open again, groaning as he shoved past those damaged walls, a happy twitch of his penis was already beyond the encouragement he needed to rape the little cub once again.

With a heavier groan, Walker felt those tight, hot walls slowly envelop his shaft again, until his tip found the last remaining barrier preventing him from pressing the rest of his shaft inside. Once he was deep inside the helpless cub again, he leaned over her, a forearm wrapped around her waist and pressing Hana's back against his abdomen to keep her still while his free paw slid from her tummy to her chest, taking in the sensations of soft fur, tense muscles, and rapid heartbeat as Walker savored his prey.

Walker then shoved his hips forward, pressing against and stretching Hana's already bruised cervix inward. Walker continued to thrust, testing that opening to see how difficult it would be to force his penis inside. After several attempts to test the opening, Walker's barbed shaft slid back, exiting Hana's violated sex.

"Let's make this a little easier…"

Walker grasped the bolt in Hana's calf, and with one careless motion, ripped the projectile free of Hana's leg. Blood began escaping the new opening while Walker moved back, sitting on Hana's footpaws to help keep her still as he carefully lined up the tip of the bolt, and slowly moved it inside. He meticulously pushed the bolt deeper, stopping when he felt resistance and adjusting until he could penetrate deeper.

Eventually he found it. The tip of the bolt prodded against Hana's cervix. Walker further prodded to determine whether or not he had found the barrier that would ordinarily prevent him from going deeper. Once he was satisfied he found it, he suddenly shoved the bold inward, brutally ripping through the cervix. Then the evil panther began to swirl and rotate the bolt to further open the internal wound he had created.

—

It really was a lovely tail, though: dense, but still wonderfully soft, and very little fade between its rings of grey and darker grey.  Another of those features almost seemed to suggest something deliberate behind the the not-quite-right little girl Walker had gotten all to himself, right down to their being more of it than proportion ought dictate.

Big, dark paws taking ahold of Hana's waist earned a little extra reaction, too.  Something deeper in Hana's next cry, as if by grasping her Walker had only driven home how helpless she was - even before he taunted her.  Some mad part of the cub even drove Hana to suffer another, very brief spike of defiance - if only to muster up an angry sounding sob and, "That i-isn't fair-!"

Because it wasn't!  Sure one little fragment of all the other hurts was because Hana realized that that was the point, but still, he was bigger than her, and she was all hurt, and she couldn't run and she was stuck in this thing that…

Yet another new little note to the next, gasping sob, even before the principal resumed the act of penetrating her.  Because no matter how she shied from the thought, her mind kept brushing back against just why Walker would have 'tied her up' in this device, with the frightening, sharpened metal sheet hanging way up above her neck.  And despite how slender it was, there was no yanking free - Hana had tried! Someone had actually made one of… these just the right size for trapping a little cub.

Nonetheless, Hana tried again.  Even as she felt her still-sore, still ever so soft and hot little folds opening up for the slowly entering tip, she jerked against the wooden frame, and the pretty chains running from her cuffed wrists, rattling the lunette in a way that spoke to rising panic.  Thinking more clearly Hana might have feared dislodging that hanging blade after all, but instead she shook and squirmed and, "Don't!  Don'-eeAAH-!"

Because once again, Walker had wrenched open her injured, underaged little pussy, the little girl shrieking out for the torture room's variously placed cameras and microphones as she felt the just, just-starting-to-heal wounds inside her vagina wrenched open once again.  Her fight was gone again, the sheer hurt of it leaving the soft little form shuddering in her bonds and around the panther's cock and just squealing softly as she felt him nestle up against her bruised cervix.  Tight, and hot, and squeezing with resistance and hurt and every shaking, gulping breath from behind the locked wooden brace.

… And then he shoved, and earned an ever so slightly ugly, 'GNUH!' sound to contrast all Hana's pretty weeping.  He wasn't supposed to go that deep; Hana knew it, and so did her body, everything spasming ever time that stubborn muscle bent upward and the air almost tried to cough out of her lungs.  By the time he slid out of her again, Hana's breaths were coming shallow and a little high pitched, sounding almost like a child had been punched in the stomach more than 'just' a little rape victim.

Sadly that also meant that when the bolt was torn out of her lower leg, despite the look of sudden, explosive agony that contorted Hana's face on the other side of the lunette (ah the benefit of being able to record from more than one angle!), the actual SHRIEK that should have come with it was breathless and a little scratchy before it dropped her back into sobbing.  At least the little cry when he sat on her feet was fairly pretty.

"Wh-" breathless little thing still.  This felt different after all.  If Walker was careful, he might have slipped the bolt up inside of her re-gaped little cunt without hurting her further, and the sensation was strange for a second rather than pain.  She even tried to look back at him again!  Big, wet, pretty eyes from behind mussed-hanging dark bangs… before the shove.

There was a noise Hana had not made yet.  A deep, deeply hurt scream with the breath she had just managed to gather back up, and one that didn't stop when the monster behind her started to twist and work the point of the bolt back and forth.

There wasn't any more coherence there, just screeching EEAAH! AAH! AAAH! Sounds as her cervical ring disintegrated while Walker worked on 'opening up' Hana's underaged womb.  Whether it was agony, or the simple fact that she had screamed herself beyond breath, Walker was going to find himself needing those salts once again as the pretty, horrible screaming rather abruptly gave out and the child went slack, supported only by the device waiting to execute her.

—

Walker's eyes only briefly raised as the little cub went limp in his grasp. Walker continued to rip the new opening in the unconscious cub's cervix before removing the blood-soaked bolt. He then grasped her bleeding leg and slowly pushed the weapon back into the wound in her leg. Fresh blood was starting to dribble from Hana's young sex, so Walker worked to plug the second opening to give him a little more time before the blood-loss might make it difficult to enjoy his prey. What came after that.. he hadn't decided yet.

Walker grasped the jar of smelling salts, twisting the lid and waving it beneath Hana's nostrils. Once roused, the panther placed the jar on the floor behind him. Walker's veins were still full of adrenaline from the rush of Hana's shrieks as well as the silent screams brought on by what was thus far the worst of the false principal's abuse. He wasted no time in getting Hana's waist back into position, as well as that barbed organ, pulsing happily with anticipation of pleasuring the entire shaft within the screaming cub.

Once again, Hana's labia stretched to its freshly torn limits around Walker's shaft as it slid through the clenching canal. Walker groaned happily as the tight warmth enveloped him again, and quickly found the new opening he had created in Hana's cervix. Groans turned to strained grunts as the wound began to open more and more, and Walker's penis was forced deeper, beyond the cub's natural limits.

The camera zoomed in on Walker's shaft as it penetrated that bloody opening deeper than before, and deeper still, and with a snarl from the lustful panther, his sheath squished up against Hana's labia, and soon her labia was pressed firmly against Walker's pelvis. As the camera moved back to get more of the scene, those barbs scraped against the new wound deep within the tiny hybrid as Walker withdrew enough to begin thrusting to the hilt again and again.

"MMMMH… that's more like it!"

—

The salts took a moment to work, of course.  Hana's face flickering from slack to discomfort at the assault on her senses… before the splutter, and the quick series of high pitched coughs that followed.  No gentle return from that blissful oblivion for her; just wrenched back to reality with the only difference being how that horrible pain had shifted.

It was not any better.  Less explosive, flaring agony in the moment, but the hurt was deep and hot and without even meaning to Hana sobbed and keened, shuddering as breaths made the pain ripple, even when she managed to fight down the useless urge to curl herself up around her mutilated insides.  Couldn't even beg him not to resume, although a flicker of a look shot back at him over the lunette through dark, disheveled locks said plenty.  Before the panther's shaft slid back up inside of her, freshly agonizing the comparatively minor wounds to the little girl's birth canal and forcing her to face away as her back arched and her mouth stuck open in a mindless gasp.

Tail thrashed again, although this time it only beat against his waist, curled against his thigh in a reflex impression of something passionate for just a moment.  And then Walker's cock went deeper still, a realization shown on Hana's face for the feel of being penetrated more deeply than she ever ought have been.  Sure it was no steel hook, but the lack of shock meant that whether she liked it or not, Hana was tumbling back into coherence as the hurt crept into a kind of deep, awful wrong rather than the mind-bending agony of before and, "T…" heaved gulp of air.  "Take it out take it.. P-Principal Walker - take it out I-I need a doctor I -"

Voice breathless and squeaky, not from any lack of strength although that perhaps lay in her future with all the blood in which she was now kneeling, but the simple sense of damage was creeping out from her horribly, newly occupied womb.

"Plea -"

And then Walker's hips met and squashed against Hana's soft behind, and the squeak that she emitted was not pain or fear but the simple forcing out of air as the top of her uterus was squashed up and against the poor cub's diaphragm.  If he set to fucking her properly, then that was soon going to be the pattern, sobbing gasps and broken efforts to plead interrupted over and over as the rape took over the rhythm of Hana's breathing.

—

Hana begged Walker to take it out. The panther felt a twisted satisfaction from that desperate request, and the knowledge that he was doing the opposite, ripping through that new opening to shove that barbed organ even deeper, using the wound he had created to circumvent biology. She wasn't screaming. That was perhaps to be expected given how the cub was now in more pain than any cub would be expected to endure. Still, it was a little disappointing, and he wasn't planning on giving her any time to adjust.

The first few thrusts were short, barely withdrawing at all, seeking to continue forcing open the wound. Once Walker was satisfied he could continue with relative ease, his thrusts became less careful. The panther rumbled with satisfaction as he started to properly rape the wound deep within the helpless cub. His pelvis slapped against Hana's soft rump with each violent thrust. His shaft began working the flow of blood from the wound back through the canal to make a few thin, but somewhat steady streams of red down his sheath and balls, as well as Hana's thighs.

At first, that new opening felt a little unnatural, but the more the panther's pleasure started to build, the less it mattered. Hard, needy thrusts slammed Walker's hips against the brutalized cub, forcing her shoulders against the lunette. The guillotine creaked and knocked back and forth with each thrust. It wasn't moving much, but the blade was shifting back and forth within its narrow grooves, making audible metallic sounds as it shifted from one side of the groove to the other.

The blade itself was held firm by the rope on its end, the knot that Walker had tied into the hook was starting to loosen. Walker didn't notice it. The camera operator didn't notice it. Live viewers may have noticed it and started drawing attention to it, but anyone in that room would be completely oblivious to any viewer comments for the moment. Walker simply continued to lose himself in the pleasure of the moment as he further damaged his prey to bring himself closer to orgasm.

—

Hana certainly was not going to notice it; she was far too busy (almost literally) having the life fucked out of her.  And judging by the look on her face, while she might not have been able to scream for having her breaths taken over by Walker's rape, she absolutely wanted to.  Her mouth was stuck open in silent effort, though that might have been as much the gulping for air came every time the principal's hips bounced off her behind and slammed her bruising shoulders into her wooden prison.  And at this depth even the outside evidence was obvious; the shape of Walker's cock slamming up inside of her no longer just a subtle, recurring bump in Hana's lower tummy but a genuine, ugly bulge.  There was even a faint but growing bruise!  Albeit only visible with taught skin beneath fine tummy fur, at the peak of every stab up inside her.

But Hana was not entirely incoherent!  After all, still snatches of pleas in amongst the moments when she could squeal, rather than simply gulp or splutter depending on the pitch of Walker's thrusts.  There was no blood up front; the wrecked cub had not suffered quite that sort of damage, but nonetheless by this point her pretty face was still an almost pornographic wreck for the cameras.  Fur matted with tears, the inevitable spatters of saliva from all the times she had been made to cough and heave, not to mention the state of her eyes.  Hana's eyes had even, just, begun to show the hints of those lines from their corners; the ones only came of that very particular sort of screaming, face-twisting agony Walker had had her keeping up since…

It was hard to remember when he hadn't been hurting her, at this point.  Maybe she shouted for her friends again here and there, or tried to, but that was just one more detail to be appreciated in the recording later.  For the time being, Hana was much too busy being a perfectly hot, tight little single-use sleeve for a grown-up's pleasure.

—

Walker wasn't in the least concerned for Hana's well-being at this moment. Were he simply torturing her, he might be more conscious of any permanent damage he was causing her, whether his intent was to cause it or not. In such a moment of unbridled pleasure, however, any restraint from causing even fatal damage would have to take a back seat to Walker's lust. Thus every thrust into that womb was done with only intent to pleasure the unleashed predator. As far as Walker was concerned, he'd worry about fixing any damage, if possible, after he was done brutally raping the sweet little girl he had given up his role for the chance to abuse.

With each thrust, Walker's concern for Hana became less and less. The occasional cry, scream, or plea from his victim only intensified Walker's desire to hurt her. His barbed shaft violently hilted inside the small cub, and raked her insides on the way out–both the already raw and damaged vaginal walls, and the newly opened wound in her cervix. Walker's groans gave way to deep, panting breaths as he began to ferociously pound the tiny raccoon hybrid between his waist and the lunette.

At this point, the knot that Walker had tied in the rope was slipping faster. This time, the camera operator was starting to notice the movement, but he couldn't tell if it was the rope, or movement from his camera. By the time he noticed the guillotine starting to slowly sink a little lower from its original position, he wasn't sure if he should say anything and interrupt the scene, particularly as Walker was loudly exclaiming his rapidly approaching peak.

"HAAH! YES! MMH! MMMH! HNNNNNNNNNGH!!!"

Walker strained as his barbed penis tightened, then started to throb and then directly spread semen directly into Hana's violated womb. His thrusts stopped, but only briefly, and he began to quickly pull back, thrust, and hold as deep inside as he could push his shaft, then he'd do it again. Each quick thrust loosened the ropes more, and more, until the rope swung around the hook, slipping free. Gravity did the rest, and the blade quickly separated flesh, muscle, and bone.

Hana's neck acted as a paintbrush against the lunette, and the resulting spasms from the sudden decapitation put Walker into a state of ecstasy that jumped the line in front of all other thoughts in his mind.

—

Hana had forgotten about practically everything that was not an immediate part of her rape.  She did not want to be focusing on any of that, mind, but between the agony of Principal Walker's raking barbs, the deep-feeling hurt of her injuries, and the way that the rape had taken over even her breath?  There simply wasn't room to acknowledge her wider situation anymore.  It could almost have been a relief, to not face that gnawing understanding she had been locked into a device made, specifically, to end the lives of little cubs.  Even the little fragments of Hana's attention that escaped the feel of Walker's barbed cock scoring back and forth through the wreck of her cervix, were merely taken up with the dizzying awareness of being wrenched back and forth to bash over and over against the wooden restraint.

In fact, the only things that broke through the whirl of motion and pain were Principal Walker's voice, his oppressive shouts that seemed both happy and… hurt?  Too much somehow?  … And then the sensation of his semen.  Hana had felt that before, but where only a little had splattered up past her cervix the first time, this time it painted her womb in a way that only amplified the ugly, horrible sensation of having something up where it should not have been.

So for a moment, that was Hana's world.  Walker's voice and the feel of his cum spraying up inside against a background of pain, before…

It all happened very suddenly.  Maybe she even saw it in the camera operator's face, to begin with.  Just a flicker understanding that there was something.  Before the sounds, the swish and rush of the rope whizzing past her peculiarly placed ear, the sliding sound of wood against runners, the shhh sound and then the WHNKH came with a new explosion of pain and then the world was spinning and she couldn't feel-!

So while her body went into thrashing, spasming seizure around Walker's orgasming shaft, Hana looked on in hurt and confusion; her new view from much lower.  She'd hit the floor hard, and banging her head like that hurt as did her neck, but even had she been able to scream again, the sudden absence of all the other horrible, horrible hurts -

It would be up to the principal whether or not he made eye contact with that pretty little face, gazing up all streaked with tears from the floor of the disciplinary room.  Just that flash of confusion turned to a kind of abject fear as understanding took ahold of the cub's awareness; that last flicker of consciousness spent realizing, as dark clenched around her, that Principal Walker had killed her.

—

As Walker's pleasure began to subside, the satisfied predator finally noticed Hana's torso hanging below the beam she was bound to. It took a moment to register that she had not managed to somehow pull her head back through the lunette. The streak of blood against the plank confirmed it. Walker's breath escaped him in a light chuckle. His cock was deep inside a dead cub.

Walker wasn't sure if he was going to keep her before, but his knot-work seemed to have made that choice for him. He slowly dragged his twitching, blood-soaked shaft from the lifeless remains of Hana, and sat back on the floor. He wasn't upset that he had lost her. He simply sat there, staring at her headless body and reflecting on all the terrible things he had done to her as his blood-soaked penis slowly slipped back into its sheath. He might have even been relieved he didn't have to take her home, feed her, and keep her healthy enough to be entertaining. In fact, he didn't even have to deal with the body.

Eventually, Walker remembered that the cameras were still rolling. The panther hoisted himself to his knees, reached over the empty lunette, and retrieved Hana's head. Pressing the side of her face against his crotch, he wiped away a small bit of the blood from his sheath and balls. Squeezing her severed head in such a way did make a larger mess on the floor, though that too was not his problem.

Walker then brought the head up, looking into those lifeless eyes with a smile.

"Good night, Hana."

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