Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13859892. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: F/M Fandom: SUGURI Character: Shifu_(SUGURI), Nanako_(SUGURI) Additional Tags: Torture, Aftermath_of_Torture, Child_Abuse, Grimdark, How_Do_I_Tag, This Is_Why_We_Can't_Have_Nice_Things, Headcanon, Size_Difference, To_The Pain, Serial_Escalation, from_bad_to_worse, Spoilers, why_would_you_do that, Shifu_Is_A_Bigger_Bastard_Than_We_Thought, Implied/Referenced_Child Abuse, Unable_To_Understand, Implied_Augments, Again;_WHY?, Bondage, This Is_Not_A_Kinkfic, Psychological_Torture Stats: Published: 2018-03-03 Updated: 2018-03-04 Chapters: 2/? Words: 8416 ****** Sundered Innocence ****** by FlorarenaKitasatina Summary There are many things children should not go through, harrowing scenarios and heart-stopping horrors that would leave many parents angry and many young ones screaming in terror. Things best left unmentioned, to preserve innocence for as long as possible. But for one such child, trapped on a spaceship with a monster crueler than any imagined, she discovers first hand what it means to have one's innocence ripped away from her body. Subjected to horrors that would leave many sleepless for weeks on end, little Nanako wonders if she can even make it out of this fresh hell alive and with her prepubescent mind intact, all the while her body changes in ways she cannot fathom. Sadly for her, the monster who has decided to subject her to said horrors has other ideas in mind... Notes And now, a pure grimdark fic, taking place before and during the events of SUGURI and taking little bits from 100% Orange Juice, and will by default contain some spoilers. Co-written with Percival, who is wondering how much darker it can get. This will contain all sorts of fucked-up crazy shit out the ass, some headcanon, and things that are not condoned by the co-authors in any way. As in, we're only writing this to tell a fucked-up tale, not because we in any manner actually agree with it. I felt immensely uncomfortable writing this piece, but this was an idea that wouldn't stop bothering me until I started getting it out. All readers have been aptly warned. No further warnings will be made beyond this point content-wise. Oh, and reality will ensue at points. ***** Violation ***** There was a wide room, easily ten yards by ten yards in size, with a dim light shining from the ceiling. That light flickered, barely illuminating a steel door resting on one side, with a large queen-sized bed lined with stained sheets and pillows resting opposite that door, itself beset upon a very bulky frame of steel with odd sliding doors and two keypads on the posts that were at the bed's front. This bed was surrounded by dense carpet and steel walls lined with dull blue wires built into small glass tubes. Around the room were scattered a couple of nightstands hewn of wood, a desk with a myriad of shelves on top and drawers on the bottom, a chair in front of said desk, and another set of sliding doors next to the bed. The doors next to the bed led into a closet, and was hewn of wood instead of steel. Darkness cradled that closed closet heavily, further reinforced therein by silence. Inside, daring not to peek out betwixt the cracks of the sliding doors, sat a small person leaning against the far wall. The person shivered, cold, yet dared not shift so much as an inch to either side. Whoever was inside simply felt drained; left with little strength with which to move, leaving the cruel sable to subject them to its tender mercies. Time passed, though how long the person couldn't tell. But when it did, the silence gave way to the steel door opening with a hiss, followed by a beep and a set of muffled footsteps, so soft it gave an illusion that said footsteps weren't even there. Then, it was followed by a series of rustling cloths, each one ending in a soft flomp so light it barely registered to the hiding person's ears. A masculine voice penetrated the inky black once the rustling had ceased, deep and commanding in tone, "Hiding again, aren't we… Nanako?" Feet shuffled, possibly against fabric, still muffled yet growing in intensity all the same and thus shattering that illusion. The person in the closet still had yet to actually move, stuck in a trance that felt surreal. "I know this room like the backside of my own hand; hiding won't do you any good," the owner of the voice called rather tauntingly, as the sound of wood rolling and snapping to a halt filled the air. For a heart-stopping moment, the footsteps faded, ceasing to exist as wood snapped and rolled over and over again. "I've scoured your little hiding spots, every single time. Must we repeat the lesson, again and again?" the voice asked as the wood ceased moving, and the sound of fabric rustling filled the air in its place. The rustling seemed to drag on forever, before it too stopped and gave way to a brief silence. The small person's heart began to race when the shuffling steps started once again, growing louder, and possibly closer. For the first time since taking refuge, dread sank in, and a small whimper of fear forced itself out of their throat as the closet doors were thrown wide open. A tall man, nearly six feet in stature, stared down the small form. His short black hair sat in a tangled heap upon his head, and round-rimmed glasses did little to hid his grey irises and irritated scowl. He was a healthy sort; lean, a bit muscular but not going overboard, and rather lacking in bodily hair. The lad was also walking in the nude; not a shred of cloth was to be found on his body. He, in turn, stared down a child-like girl, who looked fearfully back up at him with short purple hair and wide violet irises that beheld pinprick pupils. She did everything in her power to avoid looking anywhere else but his face, an effort that quickly crumpled as he took just one step into the closet. Bruises, old and new, dotted her small and lithe body, which was barely past the threshold of puberty and also devoid of cloth. She pressed her back more firmly against the wall as the man took another step toward her, as if that could save her. For a second, the man before her gave a ghastly grin at her feeble attempt to phase through the wall. Then, before she could blink, he pounced her, seizing her arms with both hands and lifting her effortlessly off of the floor. She kicked and wailed in surprise, and though her hits landed harder than they should have, they did nothing to get him to release his grip. "N-no! I-I won't submit!" the girl screamed, her voice raspy and hoarse as she fought with all of her might to free herself. "Still got a bit of spunk in you, Nanako? After two weeks of being in here?" the man taunted, his cruel smirk widening fractionally. Nanako made to kick at his face, but he merely extended his arms to hold her at a distance, causing her foot to brush up against his nose harmlessly. "Don't worry… that will change…" he promised darkly, before dropping her to the floor and pouncing on her prone form immediately afterward. Nanako did not have the chance to even start scrambling as the man was on top of her, grasping her legs and forcing them wide open. At the same time he loomed over her, almost going nose to nose with her before her hands started trying desperately to push him away. "Sh-Shifu, stop!" she cried, though her plea fell on deaf ears. Her hands hit their mark, though; blindly, she managed to poke Shifu in both eyes with an index and a ring finger after dislodging his glasses. Shifu pulled back with a pained cry, more alarmed than anything else as his grip loosened and Nanako wiggled free. "Why you little shit!" Shifu barked, shaking off the pain as Nanako scrambled to her feet and made to beat a hasty retreat. He scrambled after her, pinning her down before she could even take three steps away from him. His hands raced to her neck, grip tightening as she flailed on the floor in a bid to get away. Slowly, though, her struggles grew weaker, and within a minute she was gasping and coughing desperately. Only as she reached to his hands and tried pulling them away did he let go, only to seize her by the sides of her head immediately afterwards. His grip tightened again, grasping entire locks of hair, and he pulled her back just enough to make her sit down in front of him. "You are just asking for it now…" Shifu hissed, pulling himself up to his feet and dragging Nanako with, turning to the bed with a gleam in his eyes that could only be called diabolical. Without missing a beat he threw her upon the bed, and raced to the nearest keypad before hastily typing a code into it. "Request granted," a robotic voice droned as one of the doors upon the bed slid open. Nanako had only just sat up when something raced from the abyss behind the door and clamped itself upon her left ankle. She paled a substantial margin as she beheld a thick steel rod, ending in a shackle, now holding her to the bed. She tugged, feebly, but unlike Shifu it did not let go nor shift in the slightest. She heard more keys being pressed. Another robotic voice parroted, "Request granted," and another rod shot out of a sliding door to anchor her right ankle. Now secured, the rods spread, dragging Nanako's legs with until they were as far as they could go. Pain shot through her rattled nerves, and her hands raced to pry them off to no avail. She started hyperventilating, mind clouding with agony as her legs slowly went numb from being forced to do a sideways split. Shifu watched her all the while, grinning demonically as his now-helpless captive tried and tried again to get out of her predicament. "I'm actually quite impressed. Your new skeletal structure can handle things you couldn't before," Shifu noted with a coldness in his voice that sent chills down Nanako's spine. "I could hit you with three guitars on the head, in quick succession, and you wouldn't even receive so much as a concussion." Blood raced downstream, and his body started reacting to it straight away. He clambered on the bed, inching his way towards his victim, who stopped upon feeling the mattress shifting to look at him with a blanched gaze. Once again he seized her hands, and pinned her back upon the bed, earning a pained shriek as he heard a soft metallic groan accompanied by a pop. More bars raced from the other set of posts to secure her wrists from the back of the bed, and spread them apart too. Within seconds, Nanako was completely immobilized, and left just as defenseless. She felt something come to rest on her stomach, as thick as a bread pan stuffed with a fresh loaf and about as long as both her feet stacked atop one another. Her gaze averted to the ceiling, but a hand grasped her chin and pulled her head forward, as once again a cruel face edged closer into her view. Shifu raised a hand, balled it into a fist, and started punching Nanako upon the head with it whilst his other hand kept it steady. Again and again, he connected solidly each time, further bruising Nanako and causing parts of her face to swell with the impact. He stopped when his fist rammed into her lips, driving them into her teeth and drawing blood. Then, he let go, and started whaling on her chest. Despite the repeated strikes, he heard not one bone crack in her body, but the swellings and bruising told him that her body was still reacting to the assault nonetheless. He stopped just shy of her underdeveloped breasts, little more than tiny mounds upon an otherwise-flat chest, and hopped off the bed. Nanako eyed him, blood pooling in her mouth and tears welling in her eyes as he strode to one of the nightstands. The bars lifted her a few centimeters off of the bed, but no higher than that. He pulled one of the drawers open, and Nanako strained against her bonds, yet they remained as steadfast as the bed itself. Her vision clouded as she heard objects jostling, some of clinking glass and others of clanking steel, but she dared not blink as Shifu continued to rummage for something. Some part of her really, really did not want to know what he was searching for. She drew shaky breaths, hearing another door sliding open with a metallic hiss. She felt something cold and rather thin poking and prodding at her back door, but it went no further than that prior to retracting. Shifu pulled a few objects out of the drawer and shut it with a knee, before walking back to his prey and putting his treasure between her spread legs. She kept her watery gaze fixed on him as he picked up two of the objects, and a scream wedged itself halfway up her throat, holding both her breath and her voice as she beheld what was now in his hands. One object was a bottle filled almost to the brim with dark red liquid. It was without a label, and sported a tiny red screw-on cap that held the sloshing fluid seamlessly. The other was shaped like a metal replica of an adult's fist, clenched and capturing everything down to the veins on the knuckles and the tiny criss-crossing cracks in its metallic skin. Shifu raised a foot and seized the slender object that had prodded Nanako, gripping it with his toes to keep it still as he anchored the steel fist onto it. When it was secure, he uncorked the bottle, and poured its contents onto the metal fist. He was quite liberal, almost generous with the application of the stuff, for when he lifted the bottle it was only an eighth full. Carefully, he smeared it upon the metal with his hand, making damn sure it was coated thoroughly. Then he shoved the bottle in Nanako's mouth, pouring the remaining contents over her wounds and causing her to weakly thrash about as a fiery heat assaulted everything down to the gums and her tonsils. When the bottle parted, she desperately tried to spit out the liquid, yet even as she coughed the unbearable, searing pain lingered and played a tarantella upon her hapless mouth. Somehow, the sensation grew hotter within seconds, until it felt as if though liquid magma was leaving her cuts and searing the rest of her face. Then, Shifu decided to make things worse by touching both of her eyes with his soaked hand, causing another flare-up of agony. Her eyes started to boil in their sockets, or at least felt as much, and that wedged scream made to tear itself out of her throat in a hoarse, almost bestial cacophony that could only be called shrill. Her eyes clenched shut, but it was futile; Shifu pulled back his hand and then his foot as Nanako tossed her head left and right, trying to shake the awful substance off of her. The worst was yet to come, though. The steel fist rammed itself upon her defenseless pucker, smearing more of that burning pain upon the ring of flesh. Another scream left Nanako's mouth, and she clenched instinctively, yet the fist kept prodding until it managed to open it with force. At first, it could only get a single knuckle in, but it kept battering until the hole was forcibly stretched to engulf the rest of the knuckles. Agony shot through her nerves as the instrument of torture gradually forced its way into her body, and within seconds she felt flesh tearing and being smeared in more of that foul substance. Stretched to her limit, with pain shooting back and forth from both ends, Nanako could do naught but cry, hoping her torment would end as the fist hilted itself to its false wrist. She came close, dangerously so, to falling into unconsciousness, and her body stilled accordingly… She felt a prickling sensation at her chest, and her eyes snapped open as she felt something seep into an artery. She coughed as she saw a needle, aided by a hand, sticking out of her chest, with a clear fluid of some sort slowly being pushed into into her body. Her breath hitched haltingly as the last drop was dispensed, and the needle slowly pulled out without spilling a drop of blood. "I'm sorry, but I cannot have you faint on me yet," Shifu stated scathingly, causing Nanako to look up at him just as he tossed the needle carelessly over his shoulder. "We're just getting started, you and I." He lifted his clean hand and rubbed at her tiny slit. Nanako whimpered, still fraught with the feeling of hellfire eating away at her body, barely registering the touch at all. Shifu probed for a moment, as if searching for something, before pulling his hand back. "Hrm…" He lifted his hand up, and Nanako squeaked when she saw his fingers were just barely dabbed in fresh blood. "It would seem you're now menstruating…" he mused, shifting his hand to wipe it upon the bed. "M-menstru…?" Nanako croaked, her mind managing to draw a blank as the steel fist started to slowly pump back and forth, bringing forth more pain that somehow managed to dull the boiling of her eyes by a mere smidgen. "Yes," Shifu confirmed with a nod, his eyes alight with a glow Nanako thought unnatural. His glasses caught the light, reflecting in a white sheen that almost smothered his eyes like twin blankets. "You have, effectively, transitioned into a teenager." He reached down and pulled up another object, cast iron black with a slender shaft, flat on one end with a distinct grove, and hooked with another grove upon the other end. He lifted the object high and struck at Nanako's shoulder with it. It bruised immediately, and she yelped at the fresh wound. He struck again, angling with the flat end with a wicked smirk as it punctured the bruise and drew blood that welled up from the impact. He lifted the slender rod and struck her face with it, drawing a long scratch just on the edge of her cheekbone beneath her right eye and smearing yet more blood onto her. Another strike to her forehead, from the hooked end no less, added another bruise and cut with a metallic screech. Several strikes danced upon her, without rhyme or reason, each one bruising and splitting skin until entire parts of her body were patchworks of black, red, and white. Nanako squirmed as Shifu brought the flat end of the tool to her slit, and hooked a tiny nub into its grove. Shifu turned the bar down, slowly toward her left leg, in turn twisting the nub and causing pain to shoot through her pelvis. Nanako threw her head back and drew agonized, shaky breaths as the first of many tears trailed down her right cheek, stinging at the wound trailing just beneath it. Shifu jerked the rod to the right with alarming swiftness, drawing more blood before sliding the nub out of the grove and beating at her groin a few times until it too boasted three clashing colors that were neither uniform nor pleasant to look at. Interestingly enough, Nanako started to buck her hips weakly as the tool struck her groin again and again, perhaps as a result of kinetic energy taking hold. Shifu moved to her small thighs and struck at them, being mindful of the tool that pumped its steel fist back and forth. More lacerations formed, further staining the bed with her blood, and her body with yet more bruises that would linger for quite a while. When that was done, and Nanako could not contain her bladder anymore, Shifu wasted no time throwing the tool to the furthest wall thereafter. He smirked as his captive began sobbing and continued staining the bed until the flow betwixt her legs became a weak trickle, the agony having become too much for her by that point. "S-stop…" she pleaded, quivering and closing her eyes in an effort to stave off the pain and avoid looking at her tormentor any longer. The steel fist pulled itself out with a wet pop, letting blood flow freely and her sphincter prolapse. "Not until you learn to like it, my dear," Shifu replied, tone equal parts scathing and mocking, without the least bit of anything endearing. He picked up the last objects, and hovered over the small, almost flat breasts he had neglected until now. Nanako flinched and hiccuped as she felt metal teeth clamping onto her nipples, and did everything in her power to keep her eyes closed. "I-it hurts… I-I'm never g-gonna like it…" Nanako complained, squirming again as she felt cold hands, one dry and the other covered in congealing liquid, squeezing and moving her small mounds and causing whatever he had put on her nipples to flail about with jerking motions. The objects swayed, slowly at first before Shifu increased his pace, causing the objects to bounce erratically. "Mmm… you're developing nicely," Shifu muttered in appraisal, his hands letting go of the mounds to trail down her prone sides. "Too bad your new augments won't let you get any taller…" Nanako froze at that. It took her but a second to get what he was insinuating. "I… I'm gonna be… a kid f-forever?" she muttered, her voice raising an octave higher as the hands halted at her posterior. "... in height, yes," Shifu confirmed, smirking. "In everything else, not once I am through with you…" He started rubbing her rear, spreading the cheeks a little and causing her to twitch as her nerves screamed for a second. "Hrm… I wonder if you can take me now…" Nanako cracked an eye open at that, seeing that he had hooked jumper cable heads to her swelling nipples. "T-take… you?" she repeated, her voice distant to her own ears and almost foreign in her own throat. Shifu responded by putting the breadpan-length object on her stomach, and she paled when she saw it was attached to his groin. Its pink head, with a single hole, leered at her, veins behind that head pulsing a little in anticipation. She closed her eye again, and turned away. "I-I don't know wh-what you're…" She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Wh-what you're talking a-about…" she finished weakly. She missed Shifu's smirk widening into a Cheshire grin, and him licking his lips eagerly. "Oh, you'll find out shortly…" he promised. Getting into position, he leaned over his victim, settling his drying hand next to her head solely for balance. Nanako felt the object prod at her slit, and tried to pull her hips back before another hand raced to her stomach and keep her in place. He himself pulled back, before taking the plunge in a smooth thrust that parted her abused lips with nary an ounce of resistance. However, he got no further than that before he found difficulty actually getting into the hole those lips had concealed. The sheer difference in size made him slip this way and that, and aided by her blood of all things, only slickened the length and made him fumble. There, Nanako clenched too, only further barring entry in an attempt to keep him away from her most sacred of places. He smiled nonetheless at this, figuring this was an unspoken challenge, and kept prodding. "My, my… still holding me back," he mused with a titter. "How much longer are you going to cling to your virginity like that?" After a few tries, he found his mark and sank in, once more stretching Nanako to her limit as his head slipped in. She thrashed a little, but his hand held her stomach in place and rendered the effort futile as another inch slipped in with a bit of resistance from the clenching. Her body tried to force him back out, but he pressed on until he felt a smaller pucker within the tunnel he had forced his way into. Nanako simply continued to cry, and cough and sputter as she felt a new, horrid sensation pervade her senses. It felt like the fist all over again, except organic and not coated in a liquid that lit a fire upon every fiber of her being. And unlike the fist, this… thing held itself at the smaller pucker, which she did not even know existed within her own body until it had been poked. Shifu shivered, in turn rattling the object, causing something that swung between his own legs to brush up against her thighs. She heard a husky sigh, and felt another shiver. "Mmm… tighter than Kyoko," Shifu purred, willing his body to still for a moment. "K-Kyo… ko?" Nanako muttered, whimpering as her mind started painting horrible images of Shifu doing things to a woman with blue hair and eyes. "Wh… why h- her?" "She, like you, misbehaved," Shifu replied bluntly. The hand on his prey's stomach trailed up, and reached to grasp her by her hair again. He jerked to reorient her scrunched face back to him, and he noted that she was drooling clear saliva, which meant her mouth had stopped bleeding for the moment. "And she had to pay her penance." Nanako's mind went into a tizzy, and some small part of her wondered who else Shifu had visited to deliver this fresh hell upon. She imagined more women suffering the fate that was now being thrust unto her. How did they misbehave? Why? She barely understood why he was doing this to her, much less what was happening to her now. "Y-you… monster…" she hissed, clenching her teeth as she felt the hand start tugging her hair. "You'll think twice before addressing me in such a manner. You should consider yourself lucky to even be alive at this time, you little wretch," Shifu snarled, pulling at Nanako's scalp fervently as his hips began to move. She felt the object leave, and her inner walls clenching again, but when his hips smacked into hers a few more times, those same walls loosened until they were quick to admit it—him—again. The pervading feeling quickly evolved into agony as she felt his hips hit home repeatedly, each thrust going smoothly despite her resistance. In addition to that, though, her traitorous body started to react quite strangely to the movements; it started to ebb her pain, just a little more. How or why, she couldn't guess, nor did she want to guess. Perhaps it was because the only pain he was delivering to her now was in trying to scalp her with his bare hands, in addition to the movements of his body that she could not comprehend. Perhaps she was on the brink of fainting again. Shifu drew his thrusts out for as long as he could, savoring each moment that Nanako suffered beneath him. Each whimper, each attempt to clench and push him back out, even her shaky breaths ignited several miniature fires within him. Sweat started dotting his body, dripping and landing on his hapless victim who had stopped screaming to keep herself conscious. This, in turn, landed on her dried blood and smeared it across more parts of her body, adding fresh stings to closing wounds. Still, he tugged at her head, and managed to dislodge a few strands of hair clean off their roots. "You're the first one whose cervix I can touch," he muttered, more in appraisal than disdain. "A perfect fit…" Nanako ignored the remark. There was little point in responding to her tormentor now; her strength was waning all over again, his thrusts became heated and swift, and her body was slowly but surely growing numb to it all. Her torturous session with Shifu would come to a close soon enough; even he had a limit somewhere in the sand, and she assumed he was close to reaching it. Her body rippled with each impact, but even that was doing nothing to abade the settling feeling of losing herself to the growing darkness. Aside from the wet smacking, Shifu made not a sound; he was too eerily quiet and too focused to really care. He picked up his pace, hammering her fervently, stretching her again and again. Then he slowed with a chuckle as her body gave out one last quiver, though his hips kept moving in a pace so slow a snail would have been faster. "In… or out?" he asked, voice laced with exhaustion and an eagerness that could not be hidden. Haltingly, Nanako cracked an eye open again. "Wh… wha?" she rasped, quivering as that diabolical gaze fell onto her again. She felt as if the devil's incarnate was judging her for her sins; the gaze and the matching grin gave her the vibe of such. "In... or out?" Shifu repeated slowly, teeth glinting as he continued to smile at her. "I-I don't…" Nanako coughed and licked her lips, but only to confirm that her mouth wasn't drying out on her. "I d-don't unders-stand…" That raised a flag in Shifu's mind, and somehow his disconcerting grin widened substantially. "Oh well," he breathed, as his pace picked up again. "Y-your loss." With a small, almost silent grunt he stilled again after a few dozen thrusts, and Nanako squirmed as she felt him hilt inside with a new warmth flooding her being. The object within expanded just slightly, and she heard a distinct squelch, but knew not what it was. An eternity passed after that, or at least that was an illusion Nanako wanted to break. But she couldn't, and it seemed her tormentor couldn't, either. In silence, the unholy embrace lasted for minutes, perhaps hours on end before one of them moved; it took an uncomfortably long time for Shifu to let go of her head and remove the jumper cable heads from her nipples, carelessly casting them aside. Then, he withdrew, causing… whatever he had put in her to spill out with her blood. He walked to the keypads and typed codes into them, and she noticed he was much more sluggish than he was when he was still pounding her. With a series of whirs, one by one her bonds opened up and retracted, allowing Nanako to flop onto the bed. Even after being freed from the shackles, she did not move. Exhaustion settled in, and swiftly. Shifu threw himself into the bed and pulled the covers over himself, marveling as Nanako seemingly started to ignore everything around her. Her body was a wreck; parts swelled, oozed, leaked, and all the while her chest heaved to suck in even the tiniest bit of oxygen. Her bruises grew darker, some parts turning a very deep purplish-blue instead of black. It was as if her soul escaped through the many wounds, in fragments that each gave up and faded away without taking her body. "Oh, my, I'm not being such a good host for leaving you exposed," Shifu purred, pulling at the blanket to dislodge it from beneath Nanako. Only when he got it to her ankles could he pull it over her prone form, which caused her to react with a feeble kick that pushed the covers back. Then she rolled off of the bed away from him, landing with a soft thud on the floor. "N… not sl-sleeping…" she hissed, her voice but a whisper. "N-not… sl- sleeping…" "Oh, still being rude, are we?" Shifu groused, sitting up before rolling to his feet and walking to where Nanako had landed. Manually, he hefted her up and threw her back on the bed before covering her up and crawling under the blankets, that time wrapping his arms and legs around her to keep her in place. "That's quite fine with me… I'm patient. You'll be a good little girl when I'm done," he cooed darkly. He leaned to whisper in her ear, "No matter how long it takes me to sunder your spunk, as I have your innocence." Nanako did not move. She did not respond to that declaration. All she could do was lay there, wide awake despite being dead tired, trapped in an uncomfortable embrace she wanted desperately to get out of. Shifu fell asleep holding her, but not before clapping his hands twice, which shut off the flickering light to cast the rest of the room in darkness. She didn't want to join him in his slumber, mind still very much scrambling to make sense of what had happened. His grip tightened as he started to dream, but not enough to choke her or squeeze the air out of her lungs, just enough so that anything as slight as a twitch would inevitably alert him. She sobbed silently as her eyes slipped shut and sleep claimed her anyway. She went out with a distinct feeling that this was only the start of her woes. ***** Opportunity ***** Her sleep was dreamless and sporadic; at random intervals she'd wake up only to fall back asleep minutes later, her pain so numbingly cold she barely registered the feeling of being cradled by arms and legs not her own. Her body, though lost in such a sea of torment, was yet placed into a position where she had been rendered unable to do anything about it. This situation was one where she hated every second of it—nothing else came close to describing it. All the while, she stained the bed with her blood, which was taking her warmth with it. Paradoxically, she felt close to death, but at the same time something deep within her scrambled to hold on for dear life. But… what was there to hold on to, here in this forsaken room? She did not answer that question, for she had no answer to even conjure. She waited, still as a statue, breathing as minimally as possible, for death to claim her. Not many children wished to die, but she was an exception given what she had just been through. The reaper, it seemed, was holding his breath however, and so death did not claim her that night. She paid little heed to the fluids seeping from between her legs, much less the feeling of them drying and turning flaky and wet at the same frequency she woke up and went back to sleep. A hand that wasn't hers started brushing itself against her head, prodding at forming bruises, eliciting a wince so slight it seemed Nanako hadn't moved at all. The gesture was anything but comforting. It only made Nanako's stomach flip upside-down, and her wounds sting in tandem once again. She exerted a great deal of sheer willpower to keep her body from shaking, but was unable to suppress a sharp gasp as the hand on her head trailed to her chest and grabbed a small mound. She remained still, however, silently praying that Shifu would not wake up from the sound that had slipped through her mouth. He gave a snore instead, one that rang in her ears as he continued to hold the mound. Then he pressed himself a little more close to her, his chest and stomach pressing themselves into her back. Nanako dared not relax, though, as doing that would probably send another signal to him even though he was well off into dreamland. The hand trailed lower, past her stomach and down the side of her thigh, before falling still. "... rice, damn you…" Shifu muttered, seemingly speaking to nobody. His hips started to grind without aim, and for a moment Nanako internally shrieked as she felt his length flop about and smack her rear end. His hand grasped her thigh and lifted it up a little, as with the skill of a drunk buffoon he continued to listlessly fling his instrument about. "Mmm… soft… like a plush," he cooed, before his length poked at her prolapsed pucker. Nanako's eyes widened, and she jerked as it slipped in. "Yes… my slave…" Shifu purred, hilting in seconds. "S-slave?!" Nanako mentally hissed, throat drying out as another pounding started, this time in her worse-for-wear back door. "My… plaything…" Shifu groaned, pausing for a moment after hilting in her again. "Remain in your owner's arms…" His hips began moving again, and another husky sigh left his mouth as he found himself lost in a steady rhythm. "Forever at my whim… my beck and call…" Nanako bit her lip to avoid making a sound. Her eyes screwed shut, holding back budding tears as her tormentor sped up his ministrations. "No crying… no fighting… no screaming," Shifu went on, seemingly half-mad as he pushed as deep as he could go. "For you are mine…" His thrusts started sending ripples across her little body, and she gave little more than a wince as the strange object between his legs smacked her thighs again whilst his hips repeatedly connected. "And… I expect…" Shifu was panting now, groaning between thrusts with no hint of control over his body. It was as though he were a man possessed in slumber, which in a way wasn't particularly far-fetched if his ramblings were anything to go by. He stilled, and Nanako felt another warmth flood her and promptly spill out with a wet squelch due to her prolapse. The last coherent word that left his mouth as he pulled out was spoken in a guttural growl, "Silence." Nanako shivered uncomfortably as Shifu fell still with a pleased groan. She swallowed dry air as the hand on her thigh let go and trailed back up her side before grasping her by the waist. His other hand inched up toward her mouth, and his fingers slipped inside, which gave way to a slight jerk as she tasted blood and heat smeared on their tips. He fondled her mouth for a moment, fingers slipping in and out and assaulting her taste buds with a foul and pungent mix that made her stomach flip topsy-turvy again before he removed them as well. Nanako gave a sigh that was silent, and shuddered as Shifu loosened his hold before rolling onto his back and then away from her. Her eyes widened; he actually let go, and turned his back too! She had a chance of escape! Slowly, quietly, she rolled away from him, pausing as he started mumbling about rice again. At the edge of the bed, she sat up, her heart drumming in her chest once again as she heard and felt bones pop with another groan. Her feet touched the floor, numb yet steady as she slid down the side of the bed to kneel at its side. With a wince, she trudged to the door… on both her hands and knees. She could not risk falling, and as much of her body had lost feeling that was returning with a new wave of pain, this was the only way to really safely go about this. She inched to the steel door, feeling blood and that foul warmth whose name she couldn't place trickle from her abused holes and trail down her legs, but she cared not for that. A fire filled her, an opportunity presented itself, and she'd be damned if she didn't take it now. Thankfully, Shifu stayed in bed, snoring like a bear in hibernation as the door hissed open to let her out. Nanako crawled into the hall outside, finding a great steel thing spanning either side of her, framed with pale blue lines that pulsed with electricity which illuminated her surroundings. As soon as the door closed behind her, she rose to stand on shaky legs, only to stumble and end up catching herself as she slipped on a small puddle of her blood. She stood up again and hastily trudged down the left side of the hall, keeping her steps wide for balance and her hands unconsciously lifting themselves to cover her more private areas. When enough feeling returned to her body, she broke into a harried and barely-coordinated sprint that took her for a good one hundred yards and down five different corridors before her legs gave out and she stopped at an intersection. Panting with exertion, Nanako paused to look around to try and figure out where in the hell she was, as she didn't bother to look during her run. Four different arrows pointed down the halls, each one marked with words aplenty. Her eyes gravitated between the arrows, before settling onto the one upon her immediate right. "The… medical bay…" she wheezed, and immediately wheeled into that hall in a slow jog. "N-need to… g-get…" Her vision began to blur and fade again as she traversed down the hall, and immediately after the world began spinning uncontrollably. She stopped and leaned against a wall, whimpering as agony flared anew as she had the absence of mind to use her wounded shoulder for support. Colors started fading into grey, but not before she heard the sound of footsteps clicking against steel. Her heart drummed faster. Had Shifu woken up and caught up with her already? "Please, Guardian God, don't let it be him…" she mentally whined, stifling hiccups as another fresh wave of tears started to form. The footsteps grew nearer, louder, echoing about more and more with each and every beat. Whoever owned the steps did not speak, and for a moment Nanako came close to losing control of her bladder again. The Guardian God she prayed to, however, heard her then and gave an answer that she hadn't expected; two people rounded the corner on the opposite side of the hall, both seemingly wearing dresses with tall frames to hold them. One had blue hair and eyes, and oval-rimmed glasses framing a slender face, whilst the other had short red hair and eyes with a voluptuous bosom and hips that would doubtless be the envy of many a girl. Nanako's eyes widened in recognition, even as color drained from the world and the pair's features turned fuzzy. They stopped, merely a yard from her, and both gave sharp feminine gasps that made a tired smile break out onto her face. "K-Kae… K-Kyo… ko…" she croaked just as her feet slipped from under her, and she fell to the floor slumped against the wall. She heard running, felt two pairs of arms cradling her, but did not fight it as she was shifted to lean with her back. "Oh dear, N-Nanako, what happened?!" one of the people barked, her voice clear as crystal and just as riddled with alarm. "Y-you're losing blood! A-and what is that… mixing with the blood?!" "Less talking, more helping!" the other woman snapped, her voice brash and shrill as she slipped her arms under Nanako's legs and behind her back. "She's in no condition to even be walking, Kyoko!" Kyoko promptly snapped back, "But if we don't figure out what happened, it could happen again! We'll need to stop whatever happened at its source, Kae!" "After we stop her fucking bleeding!" Kae hissed, hefting Nanako up effortlessly. "At this rate, she could die on us! Look at her! How did she manage movement as bad as this?!" Kyoko paused, having to concede Kae's point. "Very well then." She hovered over Nanako as she and Kae walked down the hall they had come from. "Nanako, can you hear me?" she asked. Nanako managed a lazy nod. "... just... f-fine," she rasped. "C-cold…" she muttered as her eyes closed, and darkness took her once again. Though as consciousness left her, she noticed she was very violently jostled about, accompanied by the sounds of two sets of feet going from a walk into a harried and stomping sprint. ~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~-—-~ An indeterminate amount of time after fainting had passed, and Nanako cracked her eyes open as a steady beep filled the air, immediately finding a dark grey room aglow with white lights. White curtains surrounded her on all sides, and she noticed a warmth about it which did not come from another living being, and a feeling of a mattress beneath her as well as a pillow which hugged her body. A soft groan left her mouth, and her eyes darted about, catching sight of metal bars forming a frame beyond her reach, and IV stands and IV bags with tubes leading to… Her eyes shifted again after a lengthy pause to consider the IV bags, to bandaged hands resting atop a thick blanket pulled up to her collarbone, whose wrists were where the tubes ended. Past the curtains, she could not see outside into the room she now lay. She still recognized it for what it was, though, and gave a small smile at that fact. This time, she opted to just lay down and take it easy, though the pain in her body did not necessarily ebb with her decision. In fact, it flared once again, reminding her that her little stunt wasn't such a good idea to have pulled off. However, she could give less of a shit about that; she managed to get away from Shifu, who was probably still asleep or wondering where in hell she was, and that was all that mattered. And now that she was effectively away from that crazy bastard, she lazily turned her head to the side and made to sink deeper into the bed, savoring the feeling of being left to her own devices for once. Though, she did wonder about the incessant beeping that sang in the air. Oh well. She elected to ignore it, and tried to go back to sleep before the sound of a door hissing open filled the room, briefly drowning out that beeping. Two sets of footsteps, now accompanied by clinking glass, filled the room before the curtains were parted from her left and two women stepped inside, one carrying a tray with bowls and a glass of water. Both women were slender, and one was wearing a thick coat over a dress with blue hair and eyes, while the other opted for a black shirt with a white heart and a brown skirt with flaming red hair and eyes. The woman in said brown skirt also sported conical protrusions in place of her ears, with holes at their ends that Nanako assumed would let her hear. Both smiled warmly, but worriedly at her. "Hey," the red-head greeted, setting the tray in Nanako's lap. Nanako idly nodded. "H-hey Kae," she replied, turning to the tray to find a small assortment of foodstuffs laid before her. A medium-sized bowl of oats sat with a small spoon impaled in it and a few pieces of toast sitting off to the side, topped off with a hearty glass of iced water that was amusingly adorned with a lemon wedge. The toast glistened a little in the light, and the smell of butter and cinnamon wafted in the air and made her mouth water. "I-I don't… feel much l-like moving. B-but thank you," she cooed as her stomach rumbled. Kae gave an uneasy, shaky laugh at that. "Didn't think you'd be up for it," she replied, grabbing a piece of toast and bringing it to Nanako's mouth. Her smile widened as she took a hefty bite out of it, and started chewing with abandon. Before she swallowed, Nanako took two more bites, leaving just a cornerpiece in Kae's hand as she greedily devoured the toast. "She's starved, Kyoko," Kae muttered as Nanako swallowed the bits of toast and used her teeth to snatch the cornerpiece right out of her hand, dragging it into her hungering maw without restraint. "Very," Kyoko agreed with a worried nod. "So soon after being augmented, too…" Kae nodded and lifted another piece of toast to Nanako's waiting mouth, and frowned as she took that and lifted one of her hands to stuff the entire thing in. "Hold her head up, she'll need a drink." Another mute nod answered her, and Kae slipped a hand under Nanako's head before tenderly pushing her to sit up once the second piece of toast went down the gullet in a loud gulp. Kyoko herself grasped the glass of ice water and lifted it to Nanako's mouth. Immediately, lips graced the cooled rim and started sucking in faintly lemony liquid eagerly, soothing her mouth and throat with a wetness she very much needed. Before she could inhale half of the glass's contents, though, it was retracted to be replaced with the final piece of toast. Nanako bit down again, a little more sluggishly now that she had some food in her stomach, but still managed to finish it off within minutes. "Easy on the chow," Kae pleaded as she picked up the bowl of oats and the spoon it came with. "Want the oatmeal now, or later?" Nanako pondered for a moment, before shaking her head. "Later… was gonna sleep," she muttered in reply. Kae nodded and set the bowl and spoon down again, before retracting her hand from the back of Nanako's head and deftly picking the tray up. Kyoko moved to hold Nanako's head in her stead, if only to help her finish drinking her lemon water. She drank the rest, and then pulled in an ice cube with her tongue before letting it melt in her mouth with a sigh of contentment. Kyoko lowered her head and pulled the glass away, tilting her own head as Nanako flopped on the bed, closed her eyes and shifted her cheeks a little to let the melting ice cube slosh about. Within minutes, the ice cube finished melting, and Nanako swallowed it down. "Any… news?" she asked, her voice less raspy now that she had sufficient food and drink. "Plenty. So don't fall asleep on me yet," Kyoko replied, her voice grim. At Nanako's nod, she took a deep breath and lifted a hand to pull her glasses off to wipe them against her sleeve. She continued to clean them as she started, "Firstly, we found evidence of prolapse and… minor genital mutilation. You will have to undergo surgery to fix those, which means you're staying in bed for a month at least. Second, we have… taken samples of the strange substance we found in your blood. It will be a while before we can test them, seeing as your health is my and Kae's main concern." Nanako nodded, silently bading Kyoko to continue. Continue, she did, "Third… we have decided to avoid asking you questions in regards as to what had happened; you're barely in any condition to talk, so that will have to wait. Take as long as you need to gather yourself, because we will want the entirety of what happened before we can nip that problem in the bud." At that, Nanako heaved an internal sigh of relief; the less prodding, literal and metaphorical, the better. Some part of her dreaded that talk, though, and she gave a slight wince at the thought. "Lastly, we found a planet, capable of housing and providing for live inhabitants. We landed on its surface while you were out, and are adjusting to its atmosphere before we send out the reconnaissance crew to see if there are any inhabitants on this world already present." A planet? Nanako blinked and stared at Kyoko with eyes going round as she finished cleaning, then put her glasses back on. "W-we… h-home?" she croaked. Kyoko nodded. "Possibly, yes," she replied smoothly, donning a small smile. "We won't have to be on this stuffy vessel for much longer. Just hold out and preserve your strength, and we'll let you run freely in its fields before you know it." Nanako gave a small, genuine laugh at that. Some part of her wondered if Kyoko was bribing her, but that inner child practically screamed with glee at the notion. She could get further away from Shifu! But… where would she go? What now waited beyond her bed? Her mind started running wild, painting vivid images aplenty. At this, she gave another nod, and Kyoko's smile widened. At least, now she had something to look forward to. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!