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WARNING: This is a nasty little story with a bad ending and some fairly horrific kinks. Enjoy.

_ April of 1985_

Somewhere in East Berlin...

It was some time before Zoe awoke, long seconds dragging by as she struggled to clear the bleariness from her mind and the pain from behind her eyes.

She'd been...

A little swooping surge of vertigo threw her thoughts out of alignment and they shattered into a thousand incongruent bits, like a champagne flute shattering on a marble floor. Glittering flares of light reflecting from the splinters...

She'd been at a park..?

No. Later. That had been later. During...

She opened her eyes. Saw nothing. Wondered for a frightening moment if she was blind, then recognized the sensation of fabric against the tip of her muzzle. No...not blind, a bag. Had a bag over her head.

She tried to twitch it a little with her ears, to maybe start shifting it off of herself, but it was cinched around her neck. Not tight enough to strangle her, nothing like that, but...

Wrists were tied. She seemed to be sitting. Secured to a chair.

Okay.

She took a deep breath, cold air stinging the back of her throat, lips aching. Flexed her fingers. Sore but not broken. Could move them. Extended her claws but it was useless, couldn't get to her bindings in any meaningful way.

Leaned her head cautiously back, enduring another swoop of nonsensical vertigo, a world she couldn't even see canting drunkenly to one side, making her feel almost like she was tumbling into the sky. Had to sit still and wait until it passed. Leaned her head back, inch by inch but felt no wall behind her. Did the same with the other directions but there was space all around. She'd been set a ways away from any walls, anything she could use to push the bag off of her head.

For a moment Zoe sat still, clenching her paws into little fists. Began to feel quite afraid. Tugged at her bindings for a moment but they were tight and well done. They'd had her limp and unresisting while they tied her in place, she knew that.

She'd been through a brief course in resisting interrogation. Escaping. But suddenly that all seemed so paltry. One of the things they'd taught her was to stay tense if an enemy was tying her up. That way when the bonds were in place she could relax and have some wiggle room.

None of that now...

Zoe forced herself to take another deep breath. Even opening her mouth a little hurt. Exasperated the odd, metallic aftertaste that lingered in the back of her throat. Doing her best to ignore all of that, she kept her paws balled up and counted her breaths. So she knew what her situation was now...best not to linger on it, or else she'd start to panic.

All the same, a few stray thoughts leaked through, jittery and bright with fear.

All of this for a few photographs...

All of this for...

No. Stop.

In. Out.

In front of her something shifted and rattled. Zoe jumped, stiffening up, but the noise persisted, settling into the familiar hum of a freshly started heater. It sounded like it was coming from some distance away, on the other side of a doubtlessly large room.

Zoe tried to think of where she might be. Perhaps somewhere in an industrial park? An underground room someplace?

Or, a dark voice insisted, maybe she'd been taken directly to the Ministry for State Security.

Another deep breath. Told herself not to think about that. For all she knew she could be in a warehouse somewhere on the edge of the city. All she'd need to do was slip from her bindings and-

A door opened, the noise echoing through the room. Zoe jumped again, fur gone bristly, her stubby tail fluffed up with fright. For a moment there was silence, then footsteps.

Multiple sets. At least two people. She could hear the door being shut, the click of a lock, then a coat unzipping. Zoe stayed perfectly still, ears perked underneath the hood, trying hard to keep her breathing even and steady. Her heart pounded, thrumming in her chest. In the center of herself, a tremble began to grow and radiate outwards, carrying the first threads of panic with it.

"Start the tape recorder," a voice sounded from in front of Zoe, sharp and authoritative, "...is everything else ready?"

"You know it is." A second voice said. Sounded distantly irritated, behind a carefully maintained veneer of subordination.

A sigh, probably from the first voice, Zoe couldn't tell for sure. Then the footsteps were coming closer. She tensed, rope biting into her arms and waist and legs. And suddenly the hood was being removed, drawn from her head in one quick gesture.

She squinted, wincing at the sudden brightness of the room, everything obscured by a white sheen for a long moment as her eyes struggled to adjust.

The first thing she was a red deer standing before her, hood held loosely in one hoof. He wore a black windbreaker, unzipped to reveal a brown, double breasted suit, the edge of a scarlet shoulder board peeking from under the windbreaker.

He was younger, mid twenties perhaps, horns trimmed down to careful little nubs. He looked over Zoe briefly, face unreadable, then handed to hood over to the man next to him, a mink, dressed identically as the deer. He took the hood, slightly distracted. Said something quiet to the deer. Zoe couldn't quite catch what was said.

The deer shook his head slightly, shrugging off his windbreaker.

"It doesn't matter." He said, and shrugged his windbreaker off, handing it over to the mink as well.

Zoe watched this, still tense and wary. The deer was definitely in charge, though the scarlet shoulder boards he wore on his coat gave no specific rank that Zoe could identify.

He was definitely Stasi though. Definitely.

The mink walked off to Zoe's side and she followed his progress with her eyes, careful not to let the deer leave her sight. There was a table next to her, she realized, a few feet away, with a reel to reel tape recorder set up on it, a microphone aimed directly at her. The mink, folding the deer's windbreaker as he went, set it onto the table next to the recorder and paused there. Raised his eyebrows.

The deer nodded and made a little gesture his one hoof. The mink turned on the recorder with a heavy click, stepping back over next to his colleague.

"22nd of April, 1985," the deer began, speaking loudly and clearly, voice echoing slightly, "time is seven twenty seven in the morning. Interrogation of suspected infiltrator apprehended at Lichtenberg State Park after fleeing from Parkaue Theater."

Zoe shook her head.

"Please," she said, "I'm not an infiltrator, I'm from Berlin..."

"The West, I'd bet." The mink leaned in to whisper to the deer, just loud enough for Zoe to hear.

The deer cracked a smile, eyes lingering on Zoe.

"You're a lynx," he said, "and with such lovely fur. I'm sure I'd have seen you before if you were from our city. What is your occupation?"

"I'm a student," Zoe said, "at Fennpfuhl-"

"The next neighborhood over," the deer said, the little smile on his face widening just a little, "how convenient."

"The more you lie," the mink said, "the worse the consequences will get."

"My name is Zoe Voll," Zoe began, eyes dropping to the concrete floor so she wouldn't have to look at the two men before her, "I'm a student at-"

"Voll is an old variant for the word 'people'," the deer said thoughtfully, cutting Zoe off, "ironic that a girl with your name would betray the people, no?"

Zoe could feel the fur on her shoulders rising beneath her...God, she was still wearing her server's outfit. The red vest, the white dress shirt and knee length black skirt...

"How old are you, Zoe Voll?" The mink asked. He said her name with a curious sort of disdain. Clearly thought it was fake.

"I'm in my ninth-"

"How old are you?" The mink asked again, voice sterner, paws moving to his hips.

"Fifteen." Zoe said, voice small.

The two Stasi men exchanged a look.

"The West starts them young." The mink scoffed, clearly amused.

"Unsurprising," said the deer, "remember that the fascists used children to fight their last stand, in this very city."

Zoe took another deep breath. In. Out. Forced herself to remain calm. This would all be fine.

"Note for the record that the infiltrator was apprehended while wearing a stolen Parkaue Theater worker's uniform," the deer continued, "Ms. Voll, were you at the Parkaue Theater on the night of the 21st of April?" The smile was gone from his face.

Zoe was quiet for a long moment. Knew she couldn't deny it. Thought of what her story was to be, but couldn't get it straight in her head, it all suddenly seemed so flimsy.

"Yes..." She said at last, "I was covering for a-"

"Do you admit to surveilling the proceedings?" The mink asked.

"No." Zoe said quietly.

"Are you denying that you were there for the purpose of espionage?"

Zoe tried to speak but found that she could say nothing. Her mouth had gone dry. After a long moment she managed to nod.

"Why did you stab Comrade Secretary Schulz?" The deer asked.

Zoe said nothing, just stared hard at the floor, stomach cramping, heart hammering in her chest.

The deer waited for a few moments, checked his watch and sighed before glancing to the mink.

"Turn it off." He said, the mink moving to obey. A moment later Zoe heard the whir of the reels spinning to a halt. The deer stared sourly at her, chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Why don't you admit it?" He asked as the mink rejoined him, eyes boring a hole in Zoe, "if you explain yourself and your actions then the Party would be inclined to look more sympathetically on you. You're a child after all, a young person manipulated by Western capitalists."

Zoe tugged ever so slightly at the ropes binding her arms. Was aware that the room was beginning to grow a bit warmer, more pleasant in temperature. The deer undid the top button of his jacket, a look of slight annoyance flashing across his face.

"This is your last chance to come clean," the mink said, shedding his windbreaker and brown coat, revealing a white dress shirt underneath, "if you do not take this then there will be grave consequences, do you understand?"

"I didn't do anything wrong." Zoe managed to say, voice trembling.

"It doesn't have to be like this," the deer said, unbuttoning his own brown coat, "all you have to do is explain what happened last night, and why. Then all of this can be over."

Zoe's eyes flicked from the deer to the mink. She didn't trust them. Knew that Soviets and their stooges couldn't be counted on to tell the truth ever. Knew that if she told them what she knew that soon enough there would be other people tied to chairs in rooms just like the one she was in. And the Stasi would murder them.

"I'm not an infiltrator." She said, voice trembling so badly that she could barely understand herself. But the message seemed to be clear enough to the Stasi men.

The deer sighed, the mink looking a little less disappointed. He flicked a finger at something over Zoe's shoulder. Casually, ever so casually.

"Have you looked behind you?" He asked.

Zoe blinked. Wasn't sure if it was a trick or not, but the mink was staying in place, a cruel little smile playing over his face. She took a quick peek over her shoulder.

Caught sight of...was that a bed? It looked out of place in the middle of a big, empty concrete floored room. Just sitting there next to a stainless steel wheeling cabinet of the sort that doctors used to store medical supplies.

For a moment she simply stared, then confusion crumbled abruptly into shock as Zoe caught sight of the handcuffs built into the bed frame.

She blinked hard. Turned quickly back to look at the mink and deer, the blood draining from her face, ears flattening against her skull.

The deer patted the mink on the shoulder and sighed, looking distantly disappointed.

"Too bad," he said, folding his brown coat and moving to set it atop his windbreaker next to the tape recorder, "you might have gotten off easier."

Zoe's eyes followed him for a moment and she wondered briefly why he wasn't handing his coat over to the mink, hadn't that been what he'd done before?

Before she could wonder for too long the mink stepped forward, one paw gripping the frame of Zoe's chair, and slammed a fist hard into her stomach.

She just barely saw it coming, had enough time to tense her stomach muscles, but it barely felt like it mattered. The mink hit hard and had put his body weight into the blow. Zoe curled forward, a white hot bloom of pain exploding in her stomach, air rushing from her mouth in a pitiable mewl, eyes going wide. Her entire body seemed to spasm and though she wanted badly to scream, to cry out, her lungs were empty. Hot tears flooded her eyes and she sagged, croaking for breath, nauseous and hurt and short of air all at once.

Drawing his fist back again, the mink stepped ever so slightly to one side, like a billiards player lining up a shot. Hit her hard along the side of the muzzle, snapping her head to the side, starting blood from her nose. For a moment all Zoe felt was a hot pressure, no pain whatsoever. Her whole body seemed to have gone into momentary shock. Then it began to set in and she whimpered, curling away as best she could from the mink's next blow, arms straining against their bindings to no avail.

"That's enough." The deer said, watching dispassionately as blood dribbled from Zoe's bruised nose, spattering onto the front of her white dress shirt.

The mink stepped dutifully back, clenching and unclenching the paw he'd hit her with, eyes bright with satisfied excitement.

Zoe gasped for breath, shivering in place. Managed to suck in little, ragged sips of air but couldn't quite get her battered stomach muscles to commit to filling her lungs fully. Her neck ached and her face felt hot and swollen. Tears ran down her face, cutting tracks through her fur.

"I know you feel an obligation to help your friends," the deer said, watching Zoe struggle to regain her composure, "and that's...admirable, in a certain sense. But you're not doing yourself any favors. If I turn on that tape recorder over there and you tell me what I want to know, all of this can stop. What do you say?"

Zoe shivered in place. Watched another drop of blood splash to the concrete floor. Was silent.

"It'll just keep getting worse." The mink added ominously from off to the deer's side.

Zoe cringed at the sound of his words. Thoughts swirled in her mind, panic oozing up through the cracks between them, insisting that she spill the truth, tell the Stasi everything.

But she couldn't do that. She-

The mink chuckled, breaking her from her thoughts. Said something quiet to the deer, who nodded, a thin smile on his lips. Grinning, the mink stepped forward, Zoe cringing as he did so.

But the mink made no move to hit her again, just let his eyes rove over her, stopping on her food blotched shirt.

"You've made such a mess," he chided, Zoe staring fearfully back at him, unable to say so much as a word, "two little taps and you're bleeding like a stuck pig." He reached out, Zoe squeaking in fright, and tugged briskly at the front of her dress shirt, the buttons popping off one by one as he forced it open.

For a moment Zoe didn't know what the mink was doing, was confused as to just why he was ruining her clothing...then it clicked in place. She took a sharp, horrified breath. Jerked hard in her bindings but couldn't do a thing to stop the mink's advances as he tore her shirt open.

"No!" She cried, voice echoing, eyes wide, trying to hunch her shoulders and force the sides of her shirt to fall back in place and cover her now bare chest.

The mink ignored her and ran his paws over the soft fluffy tuft of snowy white fur that covered her chest. He seemed distantly disappointed. Glanced back to the deer, ignoring the squirming lynx he was molesting.

"A bit flat," he said, "but it's fun when they fight."

"I don't mind the flat chested ones," the deer said, coming a bit closer, hooves held casually behind his back, observing the mink's misdeeds with unhidden interest, "of course, we so rarely get them..."

"I'd tell a Beria joke if it wouldn't get me thrown in the gulag." The mink grinned, the deer rolling his eyes.

Zoe whimpered, trying to cringe back from the rough, unwelcome sensation of the mink's paws on her chest. Winced as he pinched her little nipples between his claws, letting out a thin, pained mewl.

"Please," she whimpered, "stop..."

The mink pinched harder, fishing a squeal from Zoe, who squeezed her eyes tightly shut, tears boiling from them. In front of her, the deer moved in, the mink scooting respectfully aside for his superior.

Zoe opened one eye a crack, flinching as the deer picked up where the mink had left off. He was a bit gentler, fondling her chest with unhidden lust, breath coming fast. One hoof lingered over her heart, picking up its terrified beatings. His eyes flicked up to meet hers.

"How about we try again," he said, fingers finding her nipples, pinching them gently, making Zoe wince, fresh tears forming at the corners of her eyes, "what do you say?"

She nodded as quickly as she could and the deer stood back up, looking slightly ruffled, a pronounced bulge in the front of his pants. He adjusted his shirt, the mink looking slightly disappointed as he moved for the tape recorder.

"We'll pick up where we left off," the deer said warmly as the tap recorder clicked back on, "do you admit to surveilling the proceedings at the Parkaue Theater on the night of April the 21st?"

Zoe hesitated for a long time. Was shaking almost too badly to speak, nipples still stinging, the sensation of the mink's blows and his paws on her breasts. She felt sick. Felt violated. Didn't want to go through anything like that ever again. They'd said that it would be all over if she told them what they wanted to know...right?

She wanted badly to trust them, even though every fiber in her body screamed for her not to.

"I..." She broke down into whimpers.

"Did you surveil Comrade Secretary Schulz?" The deer asked, still in the same bland, official tone of voice, "was that the purpose of your mission, or was it an assassination?"

Zoe shivered. Tried to speak, to say something, but couldn't. After a long, long while the deer motioned for the tape recorder to be turned off. The click made Zoe jump.

"No, no...please..." She shook her head desperately as the deer approached, directing the mink over to the stainless steel medical cabinet.

"So you can talk," the deer said, brows raising in mock surprise as he stepped close to her, "...you just choose not to. I thought you wanted another chance."

"I do...please." Zoe pleaded, but the deer ignored her words, looking over to where the mink was returning, pair of strangely shaped scissors and a device wrapped in wires held in his paws.

"Surgical shears," he explained, handing the wire covered device over the deer and holding the shears up in front of Zoe's face, "the doctors use these to cut things that get in the way," he snapped the blades shut, making Zoe jolt back in the chair, eyes wide with terror, "...like clothes on injured people or troublesome little girls." He smiled and hooked a finger into the waist of Zoe's skirt.

Zoe shook her head wildly and squirmed, but the mink had no trouble cutting her skirt off of her, the shears going through fabric easily. The mink tugged her ruined black skirt off and tossed it aside, leaving Zoe clad only in her half ruined dress shirt and a pair of blue cotton panties.

Shaking her head, Zoe clamped her thighs together as best she could, the mink giving her a little, annoyed glance before shifting the shears to his other paw and shooting a jab into her stomach. Once more Zoe sagged, sobbing fro breath, agony flaring through her, tears spilling down her face as the mink cut her panties off.

She almost didn't notice what the deer was doing next to his comrade.

The device was about the same size as a Walkman but had no screen, or anything but a red dial half surrounded by numbers. The deer busily untangled wires, straightening them out until they took proper form. There was the device, a meter of red plastic coated wire, then a pair of little metal disks, each about the size of a nickel. He held them up, making sure they were attached properly, then nodded, satisfied.

Zoe, still gasping for breath, glanced between the mink and deer, unsure which one's activities were worse. The mink set down the shears and ran his paws along the insides of Zoe's thighs, fondling soft brown fur, stopping just short of her little pink slit.

"Ready." He said to the deer, who handed over the metal disks and held up the other end of the device, so Zoe could get a good look at it.

"Do you know what this is?" He asked.

Zoe hesitantly shook her head. Tried to shut her legs again but was unable to, the mink held them open with his paws, clearly enjoying her attempts to resist him.

"It makes people tell the truth," he said, "the metal bits are meant to be taped to a subject's skin. On their forehead or arms...but you can put it inside places as well. Inside of the mouth for instance, or..." His eyes dropped down between Zoe's legs.

Zoe stiffened, eyes widening as she felt cold metal touch the vulnerable lips of her slit. She squirmed and tensed, but the mink was insistent and pushed, the little disks slipping into her, followed by the mink's finger.

"No! Stop it!" Zoe yelped, but her position was too weak, the mink's too strong. She couldn't hope to resist, and even as the disks and an inch or so of wire were forced into her, she knew, deep down, that something terrible was about to happen.

Then the mink was back away, paws lingering on her thighs, eyes wide with anticipation. He glanced back at the deer. Nodded.

"We'll start off slow." The deer said amiably, and twisted the dial.

For a moment Zoe thought that her entire body below the waist had gone numb, then the pain hit. A stinging, crackling agony that seemed to come from the very center of herself. Her muscles contracted and she jittered in place, the air forced from her lungs in a high, keening shriek.

The deer let her squirm in place for another few moments, then turned the dial back down to zero, Zoe slumping, shaking like a leaf, all the strength blown from her body. She could hardly find the energy to keep her eyes open, though the last thing she wanted to do was sleep.

She felt on edge and exhausted all at once. Wondered how anything would ever be alright ever again. And at the center of the fierce aching agony that roiled through her, the space between her legs felt almost like it had been lit on fire.

"There are five more stages," the deer said helpfully as Zoe struggled to recover from the shock, "but the last two would probably induce cardiac arrest in someone your size."

"Please," Zoe croaked, "I...I surveilled them, I..." She trailed off, had to search for the words, which seemed to vanish from her mind for an alarmingly blurry moment.

The mink sprang up and raced for the tape recorder, switching it on.

"Please say that again, Ms. Voll." The deer said with unhidden excitement and, was that a bit of sadistic delight?

"I surveilled the...the Parkaue Theater..." Zoe said. Clenched her trembling paws into fists, sniffling as she did so.

"Who was your primary target amongst the attendees? Was it Comrade Secretary Schulz?"

Zoe nodded listlessly.

"...Yes."

"Was your mission to surveil him, assassinate him, or both?"

Zoe blinked. Had to take a deep breath before continuing. A tear ran down her cheek.

"He...I didn't want to hurt him. He touched me."

"Was that why you stabbed him in the neck with the stem of a champagne flute?"

Again Zoe nodded.

"This wasn't your mission, correct?"

"No...no. I wanted to get him to go away but...it was an accident."

"Who gave you your orders?"

Zoe said nothing. The deer glanced over to the mink, a frown growing on his face.

"Who is your handler?" He asked.

Zoe's gaze went to the floor. The deer nodded to the mink, who turned the tape recorder off again, eyes bright.

"This was a good start," the deer said, "but there's still a piece to the puzzle that you need to give us before this can be over. Are you willing to give it to us, or do I need to...?" He held up the device, showing Zoe the dial.

She began to tremble.

The deer sighed.

"Even a single name," he said, "then maybe you can get a soft bed and some rest. How does that sound?"

Zoe hunched her shoulders against the deer's words.

He turned up the dial.

In the back of her mind Zoe had quietly wondered how anything could be worse than the shock she'd received the first time. And in the second zap she found her answer. Where the first one had made her seize up, the second forced her into a rictus. When it ended, an indeterminable amount of time later, she slumped utterly, vision flickering, the flurry of words exchanged between the mink and the deer only beginning to make sense after a few moments.

"...little too much?" The deer was asking, a distant sort of concern in his voice.

"She's fine," the mink said, "look."

They looked to where Zoe was struggling to sit up, shivering, fur standing straight up.

"So?" The deer asked.

And she broke down sobbing. Wept until the deer set the device aside and removed the disks from inside of her. Somehow she had expected it to hurt, but somehow even the point of contact between herself and the terrible jolts didn't feel any better or worse than the rest of her. She just felt sore and demoralized and utterly broken.

The click of the tape recorder turning on made her jolt.

"Who's your handler?" The deer asked.

It took her a long moment to find her words.

"...Never met him," she mumbled at last, "just...the drops. And calls."

"Where?"

"T-They know you got me," Zoe said, words slightly slurred, "I-"

"Where?" The deer repeated.

And Zoe broke. Told them every last place she'd ever received or deposited a package for her handlers. Described the phone calls she'd taken and received. Had to stop a few times but this time the deer allowed her to pause. Just let the tape recorder roll. And when she was done he smiled.

"Good." He said, eyes settling on the battered, mostly nude lynx before him.

"I think you promised her something," the mink said, stepping next to the deer, "a soft bed was it?"

"Precisely." The deer said, and together they stepped forward, the mink finding the shears and using them to cut Zoe's bindings.

For a moment she simply sat in place, shivering. Blinked uncertainly at the deer and mink, as they removed the ropes that had held her down. Tried to stand but could hardly manage it.

Reaching in, the mink snagged the back of Zoe's dress shirt and dragged it off of her. She cried out, going to her knees on the concrete in front of the chair, entirely nude now, the mink grinning as he flicked her shirt away, letting it join the pile he'd made of her ruined skirt and panties.

"But..." She started to whimper.

"I promised a bed, did I not?" The deer asked.

Zoe tried to dart away but the mink caught her by the scruff of her neck, claws digging into her flesh. She cried out and grabbed onto the mink's arm, digging in with her claws, only to have the deer step in, a fist arcing into her face. Once more she was rocked to the side, vision on her right side obliterated for a moment, fresh pain lancing through her, paws dropping down to shield her face.

"You're really something..." The mink muttered, dropping Zoe unceremoniously to the floor, looking to where pinpricks of red had begun to stain the sleeve of his dress shirt.

On the ground Zoe lay still and did her best to get her breath back, to even everything out. To get her strength up and-

Before her thoughts could get any further the mink swung a kick, aimed with cruel intention, into Zoe's stomach. The breath exploded from the lynx and she curled into a tight little ball, paws protecting her head, fur bristled up. She sobbed for breath, shaking like a leaf.

"Enough," the deer said, "get her onto the bed."

Zoe didn't have the energy to resist as the mink tossed her onto the bed, the deer securing her arms, the cuffs securing with little ratcheting clicks that made Zoe's stomach drop. These, even more than the ropes that had bound her to the chair, signaled that she was going nowhere. She lay there, on her stomach, face pressed against the mattress, still shaking. Tried to look back over her shoulder but her neck hurt too badly.

"I told you what you wanted!" She cried, terror and outrage mingling.

Behind her, someone got onto the bed, she could feel the mattress shifting. A paw landed on the back of her thigh and fondled, squeezing one soft furred buttock. Zoe tried to squirm away, to flip herself over, but she was lying flat on her stomach and had no leverage. She cried out, eyes bright with tears.

"You know," the deer said from where he was busily getting on top of her, "you've been reasonably honest with us, so I figure we ought to return the favor." A hoof found the back of Zoe's head and forced it against the mattress. Once more she tried to fight back, to reach up and pry his hoof away, but it was useless. The mink stepped over next to the bed. Handed the deer something. From her position Zoe could see a pronounced bulge in the mink's pants, but he seemed to be waiting his turn, letting his superior go first.

"No..." She groaned.

Above her, Zoe heard a strange, liquid sort of noise, like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube, then a sensation of cold against her tail-hole a moment later. Her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. Quivered and gasped and pleaded, but the deer didn't so much as hesitate. A finger traced the edges of her little pucker, then pressed in, penetrating her. All the while the deer pinned her legs with his body weight, keeping Zoe's head down with his other hoof.

"Comrade Secretary Schulz's death," he said, pushing his finger in further, another lube slicked digit prodding at the entrance to her tail-hole, "is being reported as a tragic accident. He fell with a drink in his hand and...well." The deer chuckled. Forced his second finger in, Zoe crying out, the mattress growing damp with tears.

"It would be embarrassing for a high ranking official in the Ministry of Culture to have been slaughtered by a little girl...even if the propaganda value of us revealing the West to be using child soldiers would have been something special."

Zoe blinked. Why were they telling her this? She was almost distracted from the pain in her tail-hole, as the deer shoved his fingers in further, making her cry out. He pumped them relentlessly into her virgin hole, eliciting little squeaks and cries from Zoe that made the mink shift from paw to paw, visibly impatient, his eyes locked on her tear stained face.

"All we really wanted was to know who you were recruited by, and what you've given us helps. We may catch the people who sent you, we may not...we just had to break you first. So don't feel bad...whether you had broken or not, this was always going to happen."

The deer withdrew his fingers and shifted position, Zoe feeling the tip of something hot and hard press against her tail-hole for an instant before shoving in. The deer's cock was tapered and smooth and slid in easily, helped along by the lube and his position atop her. All he had to do was let gravity do the rest. In an instant he was hilted inside of her, heavy cervine balls pressing against Zoe's tight rear.

Zoe cried out, the deer's cock stretching her to her very limits, spreading radiating waves of pain through the very center of her. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as the shocks, not in terms of physical pain at least, but the knowledge that she was powerless and utterly at the deer's mercy hurt in an entirely different way.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the deer grunted, making a few experimental thrusts, his weight pressing Zoe flat against the mattress. He still held onto the side of her head, fingers wrapping around one of her fuzzy, tufted ears.

"She's tight." He marveled to the mink, who still stood by, growing increasingly antsy as he watched the deer rape Zoe's tail-hole.

And with that the deer began to thrust, grinding hard against Zoe's ass, balls slapping against her abused slit, girth stretching her violated tail-hole, involuntary whimpers escaping Zoe's lips as he grew rougher, pounding her into the bed, cock pumping into her at an ever accelerating rate.

Zoe listened to the deer grunt and groan and kept her eyes shut, trying to block it all out. But it was impossible, the situation was too overwhelming, the weight of the deer on top of her, the heat of his cock as it burned inside of her, the pain of the penetration as it was done over and over and over again.

Though the deer's motions were fast he seemed entirely purposeful in his actions. He'd done this before, Zoe knew, to girls just like her. And he knew what he liked. He liked the way she trembled. He liked how she tensed up in pain when he drove his cock in so deep that she had no choice but to whimper. He liked how she clenched down when he hurt her. And the fact that he liked it so much broke her on an entirely new level.

Zoe sobbed as the deer pounded against her, so hard that she almost thought her pelvis would break. And the deer twisted her ear cruelly in response, making her tense up even more.

And then the deer wasn't holding her head down anymore. Instead he gripped hard onto both her shoulders and yanked her back against his hips, driving as much of his girthy cock into her as he possibly could, a sort of shivery, frantic energy possessing him as his thrusts grew shorter and more jagged. Zoe balled her fists as the deer cried out, hilting his cock into her abused tail-hole, warmth blooming inside of her as he filled her with cum.

For a long moment the deer was still, then he rose from where he'd slumped atop Zoe and made a few more thrusts, long and slow, making sure she could feel the last few spurts of cum as his cock pulsed inside of her.

Then he withdrew, leaving Zoe exhausted and limp behind him, quietly gasping for breath, silent tears sliding down her face. A few solitary trickles of cum ran from her tail-hole.

The deer let out a satisfied breath as he got up, cock beginning to go limp. As he pulled his pants back on, he paused next to Zoe.

"If it's any comfort," he said, "you won't have to deal with this for long." And with that he was strolling away, doing his belt.

The mink stepped forward, cock straining against the front of his pants. Zoe tried to pick herself up to face the mink but couldn't summon the energy to move. Something in the middle of herself felt broken, and the thought of moving her legs when her tail-hole had just been so brutally assaulted made a shiver go through her.

Instead she squeezed her eyes shut. Hoped that the mink would have his fun and go away. Like the deer had. That was what was gonna happen, right? She certainly hoped-

The mink hopped onto the bed behind her, just like the deer had. Zoe stiffened and kept her paws balled into fists, so tight that her fingers hurt. Felt the mink's paws roam over her body, running along her hips and ass, teasing her back and dipping around to her flat chest giving her nipples a little teasing pinch. Zoe huddled in place, determined to give the mink no reaction that could encourage him to do something more heinous than what he already had in mind.

"I'm gonna unlock your cuffs," he said, "and you're gonna lie on your back."

Zoe's eyes shot open. He was going to unlock her?

That...

It almost seemed like an opportunity. Maybe. If she was quick, and if her body cooperated. She wondered quietly if it would, if she'd be able to get away if she was smart about this.

The mink undid her left cuff and she kept her arm in place, not giving the mink any reason to think she was planning anything. Instead she watched as he leaned over her, unlocking her other cuff.

Zoe lashed out, striking with her arms and legs, thrashing, trying to claw the mink, to kick him someplace sensitive. And for a moment it seemed to work, she felt a burst of adrenaline erase her injuries and the mink fell back. She had an opening!

She leapt off the bed, legs unsteady under her. There was the door on the other side of the room and-

The mink tackled her from behind and Zoe went down hard on the concrete, stars obliterating her vision as her head hit the ground. For a blurry moment she was completely uncertain what had just happened. She'd been so close...she'd-

The mink hit her hard on the point of her muzzle and Zoe moaned, lips numb and swollen feeling, the taste of blood thick in her mouth. She was on her back, just past the chair she'd been tied to, the mink straddling her, fists balled and teeth bared. Had a bloody scratch on one cheek but otherwise appeared unharmed.

"Truth be told," the mink breathed, "I was kinda hoping you'd do something like that..." Rammed his fist hard into Zoe's face again, her vision disintegrating into sparkles.

She lay back, stunned, the world dissolved into nothing more than varying shades of pain and discomfort. Satisfied that she was defenseless, the mink got off of her and tugged his pants off, erection bouncing free as he positioned himself between Zoe's legs, eyes locked on her slit.

Zoe moaned weakly, one paw traveling to her bloodied face. She still couldn't quite get up the energy to twist away or even try to fight the mink anymore. He was simply too strong. Too willing to hurt her.

He lifted her hips, positioning the tip of his knotted cock at her entrance before pushing slowly in, enjoying the momentary resistance before the muscles walling her pussy were overwhelmed.

Zoe stared up at the ceiling, silently weeping. Everything hurt on every level. She'd been utterly beaten and violated. When the mink leaned forward and put his paws around her throat it took a moment before she even contemplated resistance.

He shoved into her, his knot pushing hard at the stretched entrance to her pussy for a long moment before it gave in. Zoe spasmed in pain, clutching weakly at the mink's paws as they loosely encircled her throat. Her smirked down at her, teeth still partially bared, eyes wild with something that scared her deeply.

For a moment Zoe wasn't entirely sure how things could possibly get worse.

Then the mink began to squeeze.

She gasped and choked, air cut off halfway through a breath. Her claws came out but the mink let go with one paw and grabbed Zoe's wrists, shoving them down against the concrete over her head, redoubling his efforts on her throat with his remaining paw.

She squirmed and spasmed in his grasp even as he continued to thrust into her, the walls of her hole contracting spasmodically, clamping down on him. The mink groaned in quiet pleasure, squeezing even harder.

Zoe tried to kick her legs, to free her paws, even to thrash her tail, anything at all to free herself from the mink, but once again she was utterly powerless and without any leverage. Black spots multiplied at the edges of her vision and she could feel her thoughts beginning to fizz and dissipate, leaving behind only a blank sort of overwhelming terror as her body was starved of air.

Zoe's muscles spasmed, the mink thrust wildly into her, jets of hot cum spraying into her as he hit his climax, the lynx shuddering one last time before going still, darkness overtaking her.

It took the mink some time to clean up.