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  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.
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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.
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