Skinning Anja
by tannim
March 24, 2013

	"You're two now, Anja.  That means you are a big girl." The squirrel woman crouched next to her naked daughter.

	"Uh huh..." Anja stared around the room with her feet and arms tugging feebly at the the cuffs restraining them.

	All four cuffs were anchored to the floor and ceiling by sturdy metal poles.  Around her middle, a stiff C shaped girdle was anchored to the poles holding her up and helping to keep her from flexing too much.  A similar girdle was tightened around her head with straps tightly around her forehead and chin.

	Anja's fingers were all held fully spread by a set of tubes bolted together with small slit down the center in the front.  Both sets of toes were spread similarly with her bushy tail stuffed into a small heavy bag behind her.  Being bound upright above the floor wasn't comfortable. She'd never been completely immobilized before.

	It had taken two strong nurses nearly ten minutes to get the child fully in place, but it had been worth it.  She looked lovely while so utterly helpless.  Anja had been quiet for most of it, too scared and unsure to say anything other than "Mommy?" during it.

	Her mother stroked the toddler's hair as the doctor came in. "Big girls help their moms with fantasies.  Did you know one of my fantasies was to see a girl skinned alive?  A girl used to beat me up when I was really little.  I wanted to hurt her so badly... I never got to do it though.  I never forgot the desire though.  You're going to help me live it out.  I stole her boyfriend from her just for you, sweety.  It's going to be wonderful finally getting revenge." She stood up and stepped back as the doctor lifted his scalpel. "I'm ready.  Make it hurt, please.  I want to hear her clearly.  Remember, Dr. Wense, you don't get paid if she doesn't live."

	The mouse sniffed arrogantly. "I read the forms, Mrs. Crivens.  Full body minus the head and in one piece if possible.  Don't you worry she'll turn out just fine, probably.  This is a fairly new surgery for me.  The nurses are just prepping the aftercare now." He ran a hand over the two year old's flat chest and featureless hips. "She IS lovely, isn't she.  Such a shame I won't be able to let her dance while she sings for us."

	Anja looked from her mom to the mouse in the funny medical clothes.  Tears were already welling up in fear even before she felt the first cut.  She hadn't understood the words, but everything felt bad.  It felt worse when the mouse lightly ran the sharp blade down the middle of her breastbone.

	Her mother clenched her thighs in excitement at the girl's suddenly strained expression.  It hurt, but not badly yet.  Like a papercut.  Dr. Wense cut again in the same spot, leaning in very close to his patient's body.  Not even a bead of blood welled up yet and if he skinned her correctly, very little blood would well up.  Another hair thin slice, longer than before, then another, and another as he sought the boundary between skin and muscle tissue.

	Anja hurt from it, but still, it wasn't too bad.  Actually no worse than falling and scraping her knee, but tears welled up in her eyes anyway with sniffles coming from her nose.  She couldn't move her arms, or even her head, in protest.  Even when he brought his other hand down to spread the cut wider with two fingers she didn't sob loudly.

	"She's being surprisingly good." The mouse didn't look up as he commented.  He drew the cut line wider, down to the base of her ribs before deepening it through to the muscle tissue and bone below.  When the line of flesh suddenly parted to show a reddish material below, he smiled. "There... Just where I want."

	The toddler's sniffles turned to sobs of pain with the cut growing.  She wanted her mommy, who stood a few feet away, hand rubbing her tail idly.   The doctor spread the cut up to her neck, then halfway up that.  It was very good thing that Anja was completely immobilized and couldn't look down.  Slicing up her neck hurt worse.  Especially when the point nicked just a little too deep when the girl let out a full fledged sob.

	He ignored the drop of blood welling out and carefully sliced around the two year old's neck.  Her mother's question of when it was going to get good was also ignored while he worked out the very important boundary cuts.  Since the patient was to survive such horrible abuse, he couldn't afford to go too fast.

	When the neck was sliced down to the muscle layer he stepped back. "I'm sorry if it isn't exciting enough for you.  It will become far more painful when I get to the actual skinning.  Until then, I thank you to wait patiently, Mrs. Crivens! Since you want it in one piece, I have to plan where to cut."

	The cuts extended from her breastbone diagonally up to her left arm, then down its length.  More of Anja's pelt split apart with the scalpel along with two more nicks from unexpected tensing of the muscle.  Those few pained sobs changed to open cries for her mother.

	Mrs. Crivens stood next to her daughter again and rubbed the cub's pretty muzzle. "I'm right here, Sweety.  You're such a strong beautiful girl, Ajna.  Are you going to hurt for mommy?"

	Anja screamed at another cut, though it hurt no worse than the others.  The paper cut pains had adding up into something unbearable and grew worse each additional slice.  Not being able to hug around her mom pushed her over into full screaming, though.  She couldn't seek comfort for that pain despite the woman's touch.

	Dr. Wense carved down her palm, down each finger, using the open slit of each finger tube, and moved on to the other arm.  He was enjoying the high pitched noises Anja was making.  Some whines of pain were short.  Some were simply whimpers.  It was such a monotonous torture so far that she really didn't get to react too much to it other than those few spontaneous screams.

	The other arm came and went and he moved onto the belly, down to her vulva, his favorite part.  He spent quite a while cutting the skin layer by layer on her outer vaginal lips where they joined the inner lips.  Anja's pained crying turned into a wail during those few minutes of torture.  Shallow cuts to that portion of her dermis were far more painful and intimate than the more mundane areas had been.

	At last he moved on to the inner side of each leg and beyond to her toes.  Cutting ever cutting, but never actually getting to the good part. At least until he finished the last toe.  With all guide cuts in place, he could at last get to the truly cruel portion.  He'd always wondered about skinning somebody.

	Blood had slowly welled up between the cuts as her body tried to repair the damage while he worked.  That would have to be dealt with quickly before it could fully clot.  The mouse buzzed a nurse for assistance, then hurriedly tugged over a portable medical sprayer.

	A quick turn of the switch and press of the spray wand and a weak stream of water sprayed out of the nozzle.  He turned up the pressure to ten out of twenty, just enough to barely indent bare skin, and sprayed it into the first cuts.  When the nurse came in he told her to switch to a saline tank.  It took only a few seconds to swap out, but it made the cub's sobbing much louder.

	Anja's cuts burned from just the pressure of the water blasting into them.  The cruel cold stream shocked her and irritated the stinging worse the longer Dr. Wense sprayed.  She cried out for her mommy again immediately after the spray changed to saline.  The concentration was low, but the salt still made it sting terribly and all the worse the more raw tissue the dissolving blood exposed.

	"Get a bigger tank ready, Libby, then take over for me.  The cuts are all fairly visible, just aim for the red lines down her slightly lighter fur.  Turn the pressure up slightly for the rest, then back down to seven when I start peeling the skin back.  Weaker pressure will make the tank last longer before changing.  First, though..." Dr. Wense fetched a prepared set of syringes.  All four needles were longer than needed, but that was for show and for his enjoyment.  So much more painful than the small ones. "I hope you don't mind a little more delay, Mrs. Crivens.  Skinning alive will be quite traumatic so I selected a set of anti-shock and stimulant drugs for your daughter.  Would you like to inject her, or perhaps choose WHERE to inject her if you are squeamish."

	"Her clitoris.  Do it... I'll do it there." The older squirrel sounded breathless at the idea.

	"Not the best place, but I suppose this drug will be better if it is absorbed slower." He handed her the needle.

	Mrs. Crivens kissed Anja's forehead while her daughter sniffled in pain.  The nurse was spraying down Anja's right leg as the mother squirrel crouched.  Both hands shook while she spread that sweet lightly cut pussy.  They shook while pulling back her clit hood and more while pushing the needle to the exposed button.

	Anja's face went blank a moment as the needle when in.  It failed to register for a second, then stung worse than the saline.  Her mother pressed the plunger firmly to force the medicinal fluid into immature tissue and the girl's breathing broke down into ragged gasps for air.  The sobbing returned full strength by the time the needle withdrew.

	"That should do.  I'll do the next ones, with that in her clit, I doubt she'll even notice them."

	They did go nearly unnoticed one into each of her soft inner labia, except for the last one, directly into her anal ring itself.  That brought her squealing and crying out Mommy once more.  Mrs. Crivens took a deep breath at the sound, such a sweet noise.

	Dr. Wense patted the squirrel kit's cheek gently. "Alright, I'm finally ready to actually rip your skin off, Anja.  This is going to be very painful.  You are free to scream as you hurt for us.  Don't worry about hurting our ears."

	Mrs. Crivens's chest rose and fell just as rapidly as her daughter's, though not for the same reason.  The doctor's fingers dug into the corner intersecting the cut around her neck and down her chest then a much duller scalpel scrapped away at the corner's tip.  Several seconds went by of constant scraping and pulling before the fat layer between skin and muscle tissue finally separated.

	Anja's whole body clenched visibly at the new violation.  Each scrape of the scalpel hurt terribly, but was nothing compared to when he got enough of that corner separated to PULL at it.  She felt like her something was tearing inside.  A tearing pain that grew to unbearable very quickly with a sickening sound of fat ripping.

	A trickle of blood leaked where from under where he pulled, making hem tell Libby to spray under the flap of skin.  The lightly salted water brought a resounding shrill squeal that turned into a deafening wail when the scalpel went back to scraping.  Anja's wail choked off for a few seconds when the doctor gave another tug, then came back as a short coughing scream.

	Mrs. Crivens stuffed her hand down her pants at the sight.  Raw muscle tissue peaked out between the mouse spraying and the other mouse skinning.  Her daughter's face had gone pale under her reddish fur and she could picture that evil bitch who'd hurt her all those years ago in Anja's place.

	The little squirrel's face contorted perfectly with her suffering.  Her cheeks twitched, her lips curled, and that once happy smile was long gone.  More and more raw muscle tissue, with remnants of the white subdermal fat here and there, shown in the light and her pain grew in time to that exposure.

	Dr. Wense peeled the skin back as steadily as he could without just ripping it crudely off.  He wasn't in a hurry anyway.  Tearing her hide away quickly wouldn't hurt enough even if it had been safe.  The sounds she was making, the desperate breathing and cries of 'it hurts' with Anja's sweet toddler lisp were too arousing to make it easy on her.  He'd never skinned anybody before.  He was going to enjoy it to its fullest, just as her mother obviously was.

	Behind him, Libby kept the spray up, washing away the small amount of blood the careful scraping and cutting left.  She had suffered far too often at Dr. Wense's hands to worry about somebody else.  As long as it wasn't her he was working on again, she was happy to keep the salty cold water flowing.

	Flesh peeled back further, all the way to her shoulder and folded down until the nipple was hidden behind the raw backside of freed skin.  The mouse pulled it a bit further before finally reaching the nipple itself.  He pulled a styptic pencil from his coat and held it ready in his mouth before cutting the connective tissue that would one day have connected her milk ducts to the nipple.

	Blood welled up fast from those but a few firm scrubs with the styptic pencil stopped it from growing beyond a bead or two.  It also brought a fresh vigor to Anja's tortured sobbing.  Libby winced but didn't say anything.  Those horrid things felt like hot metal branding the skin, she couldn't imagine how it would feel on exposed fatty tissue and muscle.

	Mrs. Crivens ears folded down at the piercing noise, but she didn't stop rubbing her clitoris.  The sight of Anja's nipple pulling away from the girl's chest was just beautiful.  It was a shame she couldn't torture her daughter herself in such a way, but she didn't want to KILL the girl.  She wasn't a monster.

	Dr. Wense folded it back over into place a few times when she asked to see it, then went back to work.  It was oddly enjoyable working with an audience.  There was more pressure and excitement to keep the task of cutting through so much subcutaneous fat from getting monotonous.  He let the fold of tissue go to grab it lower and went to work peeling her belly.  There was a lot to go, still, too.

	Peeling the skin off her belly was harder.  The tissue underneath pulled up with the pelt, requiring him to cut and scrape more carefully.  Bleeders were a lot more common with the extra give, making him have to apply the styptic pencil repeatedly.  Her agony from the burning silver nitrate on the tip really helped tighten up her abs for a bit easier skinning.

	Anja's loud sobbing gave way to unintelligible begging in between ragged gasps for air to beg louder.  Tears left a wide wet line down each cheek before they tortured her on their own by dripping onto her raw muscle below.  The two year old's begging diminished suddenly, leaving her silent other than her heavy breathing.

	"Oh, Anja..." Mrs. Crivens pulled the girl's muzzle up to press cheek to cheek. "Don't go quiet.  I love you and want to hear you.  It'll be over in a little while... then you can go home in a day or two and sleep in your new room."

	"Mo haa haa meeeee..." Anja let out a slurred call to the woman.  The touch helped a little, so very little as the mouse kept cutting down to just above her pubic mound. "Hooots!"

	"I know it hurts.  I'm sorry it hurts but it does make me feel so good." The tortured squirrel's mother	kissed her fully on the lips. "I'll rub your ears for a bit, how's that?"

	Dr. Wense smirked but didn't say anything.  He stopped at her pubic mound and simply moved up to the cub's neck again.  Her right side hung like an open jacket from her chest with Libby still liberally spraying it with saline.

	It was such a novel experience torturing a toddler in such a way.  He did enjoy watching her muscles constantly contract and relax without the skin covering them.  So much pain for her to suffer for them with so much yet to give.

	The cub's renewed crying grew more desperate as he peeled the skin under her other nipple away from her body.  She openly yelled out 'Mommy!' while he cut and pulled the skin away.  That word broke up into sobs with the styptic pencil again dealing with the bleeders.

	Anja went quiet again before Dr. Wense even finished stopping the bleeders where her nipple had been.  She was exhausted from the agony and struggling.  Even her mother again touching and nuzzling her cheek failed to bring more than a long groan of agony for the continued flaying.

	Mrs. Crivens patted Anja's cheek but her daughter just hung silently while the doctor skinned her down to her belly.  He again stopped at her pubic mound, this time to look up at the toddler's agonized face.  Libby avoided looking anywhere at the girl except where she sprayed, it was really disturbing her.

	"I think she's about spent, Mrs. Crivens.  Even with the stimulants I gave her before, she's burned out all her energy just from dealing with the skinning.  We can stop here for a little while and let her rest." The look on the mother squirrel's face said no. "Or, we can give her something like an energy drink.  Injection, of course.  A drink would be far too mundane, I'm sure.  Libby, number thirteen, please."

	The nurse winced, but hurried away, she hated that one.  It burned for nearly half an hour when he injected into HER.  Hot Chili oil definitely made her keep moving, even without the other ingredients.

	When she brought it back, he was probing the toddler's tail as though considering how to work with it.  He stopped and took the syringe, though he handed it right to the girl's mother a moment later.  Neither mouse was surprised when Mrs. Crivens chose her Anja's clitoris again.

	There was a brief whine while the needle stabbed crudely into the tiny button, then a much louder one and as Mrs. Crivens pressed down hard on the plunger.  She pumped as much in as fast as the narrow needle would let it flow.  Anja's clit bulged out from the buildup of fluid behind it but nothing happened other than that for several seconds after the needle was emptied and pulled out.

	A bead of blood welled up from the injection site, then Anja's eyes jerked open. "MOMMY! Ahhh MAH MEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE MOMMMYYYYY! IT HOOOOTS! Momhheeee...."

	"I know my love." Mrs. Crivens stroked her hysterical toddler's face with one hand while the other slid down her pants to grind away at her clitoris.  Whatever had been in that needle had really woken Anja up! "Thank you, Doctor.  Oh I needed that."

	Libby turned away from the still frantic cub to fetch another tank of saline.  It was getting hard to watch the girl hurt.  She really didn't want to be helping anymore, but quietly let Dr. Wense examine Anja's front hanging skin flaps with the sprayer ready to go.

	The other mouse gave both nipples a rub for his own enjoyment. "I think these will be missed, eventually.  I also think I'll move on to her fingers.  Removing them next will make the arms go much easier than starting at the shoulders.  It will also hurt a lot more, I imagine.  Fingers are quite sensitive.  This will remove much functionality in her hands." He watched t he mother squirrel's hand grinding away in her pants. "Yes... not that you'll be worried about that."

	Working with the fingers was surprisingly difficult.  They were very small and delicate while the skin on them was tightly connected.  He had to cut carefully to not damage scrape the tendons or bone underneath.  The process was the same, but with no soft easily recovering muscle to protect the tendons, it was a bit slower from care.

	Anja's attention was split between her chest, her burning clitoris, and her right hand.  She couldn't look at any of them.  She wanted it to stop, needed it to stop, but it just kept hurting so badly.  Her mommy was there, but her presence wasn't helping her hurt less or stopping the tears that welled up constantly from her eyes.  Why wouldn't it stop?

	Libby didn't spray into the cuts around the fingers as the doctor peeled the fingertips one after a nother.  Bare bone and tendon, and blood, were all there were to see.  Blood dripped onto the floor from around the cub's claws, which meant more of the styptic pencil being used.  Dr. Wense had to wipe it off on his shirt every use but he quickly got the bleeding under control.

	"These are certainly tougher to do than her chest.  So many little parts to work around."

	The fingertips twitched a bit, all Anja could move in protest, but he one by one he finished them off.  They were such little things that there really wasn't a lot to take off despite the complexity of working around the claws and without a safety net of soft muscle.  When he finished the right hand he let Libby spray them with a weaker flow of saline and hurried over to the left.

	Anja's pained noises faded and came back to life at random as he skinned her.  He wasn't bothered.  The hands would hurt a lot, but she could only make so much noise for so long.  At least she hadn't gone fully silent again.

	By the time he finished skinning Anja's last finger tip, she was was hyperventilating.  The mouse just smiled and kept working.  He freed her right thumb entirely by opening the C bar holding it.    She surprised him by actually wiggling it wildly trying to get free.

	"Libby, take hold of her thumb tip so I can cut the rest of her skin off it."

	Libby hesitated. "Can't you... just leave her hands, Dr.?  She'll be completely useless without skin there."

	"That's not what was asked for, nurse." Dr. Wense leaned over to whisper into her ear. "You know, I rather like the idea of this.  Perhaps you'd like to be skinned just like her later tonight. I wonder if that would make you happier?" He smiled as Libby quickly grabbed the toddler's thumb. "Good choice, though you really would be lovely without your pelt, Libby."

	The nurse said nothing, though the other woman stared at her open mouthed as she'd heard the threat.  Mrs. Crivens didn't say anything about it though, she had no idea what she could say.  So long as they kept torturing her daughter, it didn't matter anyway.  With how Anja's thumb skin peel steadily, with renewed pleading, she knew it would.

	After the tip of the thumb, the rest was easy.  There wasn't much muscle or fat around the knuckles so it peeled off smoothly.  Anja hurt a lot from it where it tugged at her tendons too hard, but it went quickly.  Dr. Wense simply pushed the cub's thumb back into the C bar to once again bind it in place.

	Each other finger went just as smoothly with the toddle suffering greatly and Libby no longer hesitating.  One by one her fingers were turned to bare bone and tendon straining against their binders.  One empty finger skin after another hung down behind her hand.  Her mother couldn't resist moving around to squeeze them curiously.  Anja could still feel every touch through the pain.

	"Please wait until the hand is done, Mrs. Crivens.  Anja can't keep up this level of pain all night despite the energy shots and stimulants.  We're lucky she hasn't surrendered to it yet." The mouse kept flaying her fingers one after another. "That's when she simply gives up and basically goes into a wakeful coma and doesn't feel or acknowledge the world around her."

	The older squirrel pulled away quickly and let the doctor work.  Anja's final finger was bared to raw bone and tendon, with a blood vessel visibly interwoven, and he simply moved on to her palm.  There was more meat there, which apparently controlled her thumb and fingers somehow, but with size of her hands, that didn't take long to peel the skin off of.  Anja did scream quite piercingly when he pulled too hard and nearly ripped a bit of muscle, though.  Mrs. Crivens hoped he did it again on the other hand, though he didn't when he finished the left and went to the right.

	Mrs. Crivens rubbed her muzzle against Anja's ears when both hands were denuded. "You look so pretty with your gloves hanging off, Dear.  You liked gloves over the winter, didn't you?"

	Anja just stared at her through the blurry haze of tears and pain.  She had no idea what her mother was talking about both because of her age and because she couldn't see her hands' pelt hanging from her wrists like limp gloves.  The touch did make her feel barely better, in a way, as did the sweet soothing tone, but another cut to her right wrist where Dr. Wense continued upward pushed it away with more agony.

	The doctor hummed to himself as he thought about it. "They really DO look like gloves.  If a bit bloody.  Rinse them off, please, Libby.  Hands too, very low pressure."

	Saline washed over Anja's hands, cold and burning just as before, her only response was blinking madly.  The crying and sobbing had left her throat swollen and partially closed up.  Her mother frowned at the toddler's silence, but after a full minute more of peeling the skin off her arm, she let out a long wail that made her mother feel much better.

	Dr. Wense cut a little too deep while navigating the complicated soft spot of her inner elbow and he had to spend almost a minute stopping the bleeding.  Anja's skinned hands twitched while she tried to react to the agony.  She was reacting more to the styptic pencil than the skinning at times.  The monotonous agony of her flesh being ripped off had her shutting down bit by bit.  Even the burning in her clitoris from the energy shot was wearing off.

	The doctor hurried up her arm, then over to the other.  It was important to move faster both to keep the child from surrendering and to keep the torture painful as possible.  There were more cuts while moving fast, but the bleeders were shallow enough to stifle quickly and soon Anja's arm and hand skin hung like the limp sleeves of a bloody furry jacket behind her.

	Mrs. Crivens smiled as she lived out her fantasy.  She still pictured that hated woman as a cub, as her daughter in front of her, being skinned alive, and came when Anja's shoulders were denuded down the back.  The toddler's flesh hung down the back and left her entire chest and most of her belly exposed as raw muscle and bone decorated with bits of silvery white fat that had been missed.

	Dr. Wense noticed Anja shivering violently and chose to move to her feet and legs instead of baring her back, too.  The air was too cool for her without the skin protecting her.  A command to Libby had her turning up the heat in the room to a stifling thirty five degrees centigrade to help.

	"Ohh... that was wonderful, Anja." Mrs. Crivens rubbed her musky fingers around her daughter's muzzle. "See how happy you made mommy?  You're such a good girl." Anja cried against her palm as the woman pet her soothingly. "That's it, let it out.  Then you can let more in."

	Libby hosed off the toddler's back while the room heated and the doctor carved more skin from her right foot.  He treated the toes exactly as he had the girl's fingers and she had to squat and catch each one to hold it still with her own fingertips.  They were bloodier than the hands had been, though the mouse wasn't sure why until she saw a slice into the removed skin.

	A bit of saline sprayed over to wash it and the styptic pencil to seal it and the blood diminished greatly.  Libby hated the girl's stuttering cries for Mommy while it happened, but at least they faded to just plain whimpering as the doctor switched feet.  He treated them just as the others, apparently in a hurry rather than being creative to make it hurt worse.

	Anja's feet were more difficult with the pads.  He had to fully cut them out so as not to damage the pelt.  Those pads produced a lot of blood, enough to make him grab a cauterizing scalpel to deal with them.  The heated blade made a lot of steam, but it brought a wail to the toddler that made her mother nod in appreciation at the level of her daughter's torture.

	Mrs. Crivens rubbed the screaming squirrel's chin while the pad cutting continued.  They were thick things, even on one so young.  So much tissue cut and burning would be extremely painful.  Since her orgasm, the mother wasn't as excited by it sexually, but it was still fascinating seeing Anja suffer so badly.  She couldn't wait for the cub's loins to be processed, though.

	With ten pads per foot, the burning cuts just kept going and going.  Anja sniffled at times, broke out into open choked crying fits, and simply wailed or screamed when it built too much over and over again.  The odor of her own lightly burnt pads made her gag and stop breathing until her mother pat her back firmly under the hanging flap of shoulder and neck skin.

	When Dr. Wense finished the first foot he went right to the other, not bothering to give her a rest for the agony as the cautery continued.  He spent a full minute on each foot just cutting the pads.  Skinning the rest of them took longer, leaving him a bit worried whether she'd hold out.  Her feet looked interesting with their raw muscle tissue, tendon, and bone fully visible, but he didn't have time to admire them.  He had peeled the flesh away the top of her foot down to the soles, which made keeping the entire bottom of her foot intact possible and look undamaged from below.

	"I do like your daughter's feet, Mrs. Crivens.  With or without the skin." He didn't look up at the woman as he flayed the skin up past Anja's ankle. "Have you ever beaten them? A girl makes a lot of pleasant noises when you do."

	"No... I never thought about it before.  Er... I guess it would make her hurt well."

	"Libby always seems to enjoy having it done." He looked to the other mouse. "Get her feet, but try not to soak my pants any more than you already have."

	"Yes, Dr. Wense." Libby squatted to spray more carefully, worrying more about later that night for spraying him a little than about Anja's horrific suffering.

	"Mommy..." Anja whimpered.  She was feeling drowsy and sounded like it.  Everything hurt so badly but it seemed far away. "Hoots..."

	The doctor frowned at the weak protest. "Another booster. Number 13 again.  Same amount."

	Libby hurried to the cabinet and didn't wait to give the needle to Mrs. Crivens.  She simply pulled the girl's tail up and injected it directly into Anja's tiny anal ring.  The toddler  didn't react for nearly fifteen seconds, with Dr. Wense slicing and scraping as fast as he dared to skin the little squirrel.

	He just worked around her Kneecap when she took in a deep breath and let out a long loud cry.  They all felt a bit of relief at that, even if it turned into a muffled agonized groaning after just a few seconds.  She was still holding out, that was a good sign.

	Anja didn't try to pull her legs away anymore.  Everything burned.  Everything stung.  Everything was so cold.  Every cut and torturous tugging made her belly painfully clench.  Her mom just stood next to her, petting her ears or muzzle, or even giving her a kiss.  It hurt to be touched as much as she desired it.  She wanted, needed, to hug around her mom, but the bad man just wouldn't let her.  Just a hug.  Anja squealed again with the skin being ripped away from her inner thigh.  Just a hug!

	Dr. Wense let her left leg's skin hang freely as he stopped at her buttock to switch to the right.  There was plenty of skin to flay off but he was close.  Just the really fun region left and her back and tail.  His hands made quick work of her lower leg, where there wasn't so much soft tissue to fight against, then had to work carefully around the kneecap just like the other leg.  That could be a problem in the future if the muscle and tendons didn't hold the cap on right without skin, but he'd deal with that as needed.

	His patient was sobbing, screaming, and crying plentifully again so he was sure enough that there would be a next time.  Finishing up her thigh brought him to the real challenge area.  That first touch brought a smile to his face.  Anja tiredly said No when he grabbed her outer labia.  He loved that.

	"You trained her to say no to bad touch... I am surprised!"

	"Of course.  I'm not a monster.  I'm still her mother!" Mrs. Crivens kissed her daughter again, lips together, tongue slipping into the toddler's mouth breifly. "She has to know to say no to strangers."

	The mouse shook his head, but said nothing.  He had to finish her belly skinning by pulling it down along her chubby pubic mound and into that delicate cleft of her vulva.  He switched from the duller scraping scalpel back to the very sharp one so he could properly slick through her clit hood.  It was hard taking that little flap of flesh off without going into the clitoris below, especially with the cub's pussy lips clenching and shifting under his fingers from the torture as he worked.

	Libby winced at the sudden piercing squeal when the doctor nicked her clitoris with the scalpel.  Then again when the cruel mouse pressed the styptic pencil right to the small cut on that extra sensitive button.  She imagined the frame holding Anja would have shook if the toddler had been older and stronger.  The desperate screaming for Mommy was all she could do, as broken as her speech was from the pain.

	"Mommy is right here, Anja.  You're such a good girl suffering for me, too." Mrs. Crivens didn't touch her little girl, though.  She had crouched down to get a good view of the skin being cut away from the cub's clitoris and labia.  They weren't much to look at on one so young, but they were still getting both mother and doctor aroused by the brutal treatment. "Can you … can you take her clitoris, too?"

	"No.  Absolutely not." Dr. Wense cut around the left inner crease where inner lip became outer lip. "She's lost quite a lot of blood already just by being skinned.  I won't risk her losing any more on that.  In a week, yes, but not tonight."

	Anja's sobs were louder with him working on her tender genitals.  Every cut burned far worse than the hot chili oil still throbbing in her anus and clitoris.  She'd forgotten all the rest of her aching body as the traumatic skinning focused on her vulva.  The nerves demanded whatever it was that was happening to them stop, but the cutting and ripping of flesh continued, along with the saline bath.

	Tugging the left lip up, Dr. Wense paused to wipe his sweaty forehead on his arm. "So much delicate tissue to work around... They just keep contracting when I hold them, too.  Damn, another bleeder."

	"I don't mind them." Mrs. Crivens found her cunt wanting attention again while her daughter lost much of hers. "It makes her louder."

	"It also makes her bleed more." The mouse worked his fingers at the base of the cub's slit right down to the start of her buttock, where he had decided the front peel of point would end earlier. "Almost done..."

	Anja let out a long hopeless whimper with half her vulva being cut away from her groin.  Dr. Wense worked the left lip fully off both deep between her legs and up along her pubic mound until her entire left front side was fully skinned.  He told Libby to get a sweat sponge for him and took a moment to rest his hands and admire his work.

	The toddler was visibly smaller without her pelt on one side.  She was very pale red and white overall.  Sticky tissue, tendon, and bone were visible everywhere, along with some arteries and blood vessels here and there woven into or around them.  Her vulva especially was an amazing contrast.

	There hadn't been much to her labia before the skinning given her age.  Her outer pussy lips were almost entirely skin.  Cutting the one away made it basically a flat gap between her legs leading to a hole.  Only the small thin inner labia remained on that raw area.  With them both removed there wouldn't be much to see other than a hole with a small flap around it.  Something her mother imagined fondly while she fondled herself again.

	Dr. Wense let Libby dry the sweat from his forehead fur and went to work on the right just as he had on its twin.  There were no bleeders on that side.  Her vulva didn't flex as much anymore so he had a much better grip digging into and around her soft flesh.  The toddler's body was near complete exhaustion even as he peeled up along her pubic mound and down along her leg to finally fully expose her front.

	He stood to stretch his legs and made a quick gesture as though to impress the girl's mother, then stepped to the girl's side and peeled back her right skin flap to go back to work, starting at the  bottom corner of her buttock and skinning up and over toward the center of her ass crack.  Working up from down let him not have to constantly worry about folding her pelt up and kept his hands free to work under her skin.  He found he had to have Libby hold the skin for him, though since he couldn't risk having the raw flesh drag over his head fur and ears.

	The mouse enjoyed the view while there was still something to see. "She did have a pretty ass, Mrs. Crivens.  I bet she would have enjoyed flaunting it at boys when she was older."

	"She won't anymore..." Mrs. Crivens nodded in agreement. "She'll just flaunt it at me and I'll enjoy it for her.  I think she'll be somewhat of a pet for me." The mother squirrel kissed the back of her daughter's head. "You'll like to be my pet, won't you, Anja? I'll take good care of you, too."

	Anja didn't say anything.  Everything hurt so badly.  Everything.  It kept on hurting, burning, everywhere, even where he hadn't touched, even her ears which she couldn't scratch.  She was still shivering despite the high room temperature around her.  The cutting and tearing and scraping continued behind her.  All she could do was let out the occasional whimper or hopeless wail when a particularly sensitive place was sliced.  Even breathing was painful with her choked up throat.  Her cheeks were drying, though.  The tears had stopped coming out.

	Behind her, Dr. Wense carved around her buttock toward her crease.  Her ass clenched with each cut at first, but soon locked in a hard clench and held it in response to the pain.  She was a lot easier to work with after that, letting the scalpel go a bit faster with only five minor nicks that needed attention from one of his favorite pencils.  They drew the cutest strained sobs out of her.

	At last he got to the center, but he immediately stopped and let go of that flap of skin to shift to the other side.  Libby sprayed the cold saline over her denuded buttock while the doctor worked on its twin.  He treated it just as he had the right, from corner on over and up.

	The ass on that side was still locked in a hard clench, too, making it fairly easy to peel her butt raw all the way around the curve and into the crease.  On his way up her perineum, a cruel thought slipped into his mind.  He could cut her anal ring out with the rest of her pelt.

	Technically, the girl's anal ring was a muscle in its own right, but it could also be considered part of the skin with its opening there.  He'd never seen a patient without one, except a few cases where a baby was born without the hole there entirely.  If her mother wanted cruel, that would probably get her screaming deafeningly.  With a sigh, he decided that removing Anja's sphincter would cause too much trouble to really be worth it and simply cut a thin layer off instead.  It still brought Anja alive again, making her yell out for her mommy repeatedly in between loud desperate sobbing.

	It made both mother and doctor happy and was a wonderful note to finish her rear on before moving up to her tail.  Dr. Wense tried cutting into it, but it was just too bushy for him to work with at the bottom angle.  He moved on to the cub's shoulders and finished skinning the rest of her body.  After so much curvy soft areas, her back was no problem at all.  A simple tug and scrape job soon had it peeled down to her rump with just her tail and head retaining any skin at all.

	The mouse frowned at it, then tried again to cut her tail skin without damaging it,  he just couldn't get under it easily.  It took a few a few tries before he figured out that he could invert the tail by pulling the rest of her pelt slicking the think later of connective tissue.  Anja howled as though it were far more sensitive there than even on her vulva.

	Mrs. Crivens frowned. "Actually, doctor.  You could leave that."

	"You wanted it whole, it will be whole." The mouse panted and tugged more firmly slicing bit by bit up the length of her tail.

	Libby turned away from the sight.  She was sick from what she'd seen and was participating in.  The toddler's whole body, save for her head, was completely raw and semi-bloody, but it was her pathetic skinned tail which really upset her.  It hung limp from her rear dripping blood from where an over eager cut needed to be seen to.

	Anja's pelt hung wet and flaccid in Dr. Wense's hand.  The tail was bunched up in itself, but he managed to pull it right side out by pulling on it's tip.  He handed it to the smiling wide eyed mother squirrel and called in the other nurses.

	"It's beautiful, Dr. Wense.  I feared it might be too damaged by being removed but it looks absolutely complete." Mrs. Crivens nuzzled into the soft pelt. "Just like her..." Her eyes drifted back to the toddler hanging helpless for the nurses. "Anja looks perfect, too... er... what are they doing to her?"

	"They're disinfecting her one last time and will be spraying a lubricating moisturizer so that her tissues do not dry out.  You will have to keep her in a sterile, moist, temperature controlled environment from now on.  Her skin was her protection against damage, bacteria, and heat loss.  Without it, she is easily hurt by pretty much anything.  Everything she does will hurt.  Even simply laying still has the potential to hurt."

	"It's Perfect.  She really will be a special pet that completely depends on me.  I finally got my revenge on that arrogant bitch and my daughter will never leave me.  Can I take her home?"

	"I want to keep her here a few days to make sure she is stable, then you may take her home.  You did say her new room was ready, but give it a test run during the time..." Dr. Wense gestured to Anja's former skin. "What do you plan to do with that?"

	"I have something special in mind."

	Anja went home after the three days.  She wore a robe over a plastic bag around her body as she was wheeled out.  Mrs. Crivens helped her into the car while a nurse helped bind her strictly in place.  That same nurse came to her home to help Anja into her new sealed clean room, too.

	"Welcome home, Anja!" Her mother kissed the silent toddler and helped her out of the robe.

	Anja had been completely silent since her hour or so long skinning.  The torture had been deeply scarring, but Mrs. Crivens planned to work her out of it.  There would be plenty of torment left to do to the girl, with her clitoris and labia already scheduled for removal over a period of a month or so, but that would keep for another few weeks.  Until then, Anja would be played with more gently to ease her back to talking and more normal reactions to things.

	The toddler slowly recovered a bit, though she could barely walk in her plastic coated and sealed room.  Her hands couldn't grip very well without the sensitive fingers.  Bodily functions were their own special torture, too.  She had to have her mother help her spread her holes open so as not to burn herself with the waste.  Everything was suddenly hard to do, including eating with her hands not working well.

	Two weeks after the torturous surgery, Mrs. Crivens found the package she'd been waiting for in the mail.  After sterilization, she brought it to Anja's room and let the girl see her new friend.  A stuffed squirrel, made out of her own pelt and a somewhat creepy realistic replica squirrel head made to look similar to Anja herself.

	Her mother showed her the special features, too.  The stuffed toy's vaginal entrance, and anus and mouth, could take objects up their small channels, just like Anja took similar cocklike toys up her own.  It's limbs could also be positioned onto all fours on kneeling with a set of play cuffs for bondage fun that wouldn't hurt the precious pelt on it's wrists or ankles.

	"Do you like your new friend, sweety? She'll keep you company and will help you learn to make mommy and her friends really happy."

	Anja just looked at herself a few seconds, then hugged around it, until her own fur grinding against her raw skinless body hurt too much and she had to let go.  The toddler was crying again from the discomfort, but at least her new friend had a smile.
