Child Rape-Toy
She didn't know how long she'd been there. There was no way to keep time. It felt like an eternity. The twelve year old fox-girl lived bound to a steel frame, supported by padded restraints that kept her forever in place. She was blindfolded and gagged, her muzzle sealed with a tube that gave her food and water. She had to breathe through her nose, and had howled in terror when they squeezed her air-tube shut over and over. Now she prayed they'd let her suffocate.
Her life was one of terrible routine. Shocks of electricity surged across her nipples and clit, the pulses making her squirm in agony. She couldn't move an inch. It lasted less than a minute before the spankings began; heavy metal paddles slammed against her exposed backside. She had realised some time ago the spanking was started by her pissing herself from the shocks. She never fought it now; the sooner it began, the sooner it was over.
An onlooker would see no outward sign from her. Her body could not move and the mask kept all sound within. For an hour her smooth, shaved backside would be hammered red, then a terrible, burning purple as deep bruises set in. She did not know she was watched, her captors pawing themselves with delight at her agony. They recorded every moment of her life, selling the show to eager customers.
When it finally ended, her masters gave her some time to recover from the torture. She wanted to throw up, but drugs fed into her system every day stopped her from retching no matter what happened. Most days she blacked out, but when her rest was over painful shocks would wake her again.
Then came the feeding. Liquid food was forced into her muzzle, and she had no choice but to swallow. It was often washed down with piss or something worse. Today she cried with relief, tasting something unknown but not foul or repulsive.
Her second blessing came in the strange tingling in her rear; the feeling of her wounds being healed. Her keepers had the means to mend the wounds they inflicted, but whether they did or not was random. They always treated her at the end of the day, but whether or not they treated before was at their whims. Unknown to her, it was the decision of their customers.
It was time for her to earn her keep. For her there was no sound but the ones she made. She felt a cock press against her pre-teen pussy, stroking up and down to tease her. The tip broke her entrance, her hymen tearing to allow entrance. That too was in her keeper's power; the ability to restore her virginity at will. She was as tight as the first time, every time, and every time it hurt her just as much.
The male on top of her leaned against her shoulders, claws pressing into her skin beneath the soft, orange fur. In a sudden thrust that made the girl scream he hilted himself inside of her. She could not breathe fast enough, and blacked out for a moment as pain engulfed her. She came around with the feeling of the reptile's cock forcing its way into her womb. Her own howls of agony deafened her, but if the rapist could hear it only spurred him on. Harder, faster, deeper, the thrusting built moment upon moment, the man driven into a frenzy of bliss by the act of raping the pre-teen fox. His claws clamped down, drawing blood as his orgasm flooded through him. Hot, thick cum fired into her, mixing with the blood drawn from the rape. Both remained locked together, still at the moment of climax; the raped numb with pain, the rapist frozen in ecstasy.
She hoped for relief, but none came. As if spurred on by his previous efforts, he took to raping her again. This time he took his time, thrusting her slow and steady. His cock drew out so only the tip as held in her cunt, then drove forward until his scaly hips met her smooth cheeks. She couldn't cry anymore; she hadn't any tears left. She could only whine in rhythm with the thrusts, praying he would come quickly and be done.
With a second deep thrust, the reptile cum flooded her once more. Finally happy with his work, she felt the cock leave her. After a time, her keepers came to clean her. The wounds were sealed, the mess flushed, and a sticky cum-like fluid injected to mend the damage done. It took only minutes to restore her to virgin innocence, and minutes later she would be defiled again.
So it continued. Rapings, spankings, cruel torture with whip and electric shock; whatever fantasy the rapist wanted to enact, he could. One man came and tickled her, forcing her to laugh whilst he raped her. He kept himself on the edge of orgasm, using feathers and his fingers to torment her clit and punished pussy. She screamed and begged, pleading with him not to do what he was doing. It was men like him who destroyed her soul. Laughing and shrieking, almost an hour of fingering brought her to a forced orgasm. The spasms of her tight cunny made the man cum hard into her, the fluids of a shared orgasm filling her tight passage.
She cried long after she'd been cleaned and fixed. To be filled with pleasure by the act of rape made her hate herself. He was not the only one; others came just to finger and lick, delighting in making the rape-slave cum like a whore again and again.
When her duties were finally done, the shocks returned to make her relieve herself. Finally, a last feeding session came before any last wounds were healed, and she was left to pass out until the morning.
A new day dawned, and she knew at once something was wrong. There was no pain. For the first time in a lifetime, she had awoken on her own.
Panic gripped her. Had they abandoned her? Would she be left here to slowly starve to death? A sudden fear of death consumed her. Not like this! She didn't want to die like this! She thrashed and struggled, but her restraints held her as firmly as ever.
There was light. She was blinded by the sudden light striking her. Her mask was gone, and before her stood a man in a jet-black uniform.
"It's alright." The man said. "It's all okay now. Don't struggle, I'm getting you free."
The girl stared silently as her binds were finally removed and she was lifted free. Placed on her feet, she staggered and fell. The man caught her swiftly and lifted her once more.
"Heh, guess you need to be carried."
She cried on his shoulder. It was all she could do, all she had ever been able to do. He stroked her head lovingly, whispering softly to her.
"We found you. We came to rescue you. It's all over now."
She stared into his amber eyes. He was a fox like her, older and stronger. He smiled and patted her back, glad to see her calmed.
"Hh... how..."
He placed a finger on her lips. "You've been here nearly three months. According to this scanner you turned thirteen... about three hours ago." He chuckled. "Happy birthday."
She cried again. Rescued on her birthday. It was the best present of her life.
He carried her through silent corridors, winding back and forth expertly. She didn't think anything of it; he'd found her, he must know the way back. He picked a left turn seemingly at random, and stepped into an off-white medical bay.
"Ah, there you are!"
A second man stood here; another fox in a medical garb. The first man carried her through to the next room, which was dominated by a machine she knew as a Rejuvinator.
Her eyes met his. "You... you said you were rescuing me."
The doctor laughed. "Saron, that is seriously harsh! I'll have to remember that!"
Tears came once more. She didn't bother trying to fight him, because fighting had never worked. He smiled and stroked her lovingly as she was placed into the Rejuvinator. The door closed, and light consumed her.
She didn't know how long she'd been there. There was no way to keep time. It felt like an eternity. The six year old fox-girl lived bound to a steel frame, supported by padded restraints that kept her forever in place... and she was there forever. She would grow up here, raped and abused by cruel men she could never see. When she reached thirteen, on the day she reached thirteen, she would be returned to six years old. A child sex slave, fucked by anyone and everyone, for all eternity.