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Commission for an anonymous client", "writing": "Ravyn's head is spinning. That's the first thing he notices, well before he drifts into complete lucidity and long before he opens his eyes. For a moment, he wonders if he hadn't passed out on the merry-go-round at the park.\n\nIn that blissful moment, he's not sure what awful dream he's had, but he knows from the blurry details that he never wants to have it again. Relief is all he can feel.\n\nThen he slowly gains his senses. Off-the-books paramedics circle the boy to resuscitate him. He feels their hands and equipment checking his vitals. And he hears... cheering.\n\nDespite his blurred vision, the dreadful realization is immediate when Ravyn opens his eyes. The cruel men still surround him. Some are celebrating, some are not. This is the awful norm.\n\nHe isn't sure what about his latest abuse they've wagered on, but as if to spell it out for him, the event's caprine host promptly moves to announce the details formally. Evidently, the news has already spread to the crowd, however.\n\n\"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please settle down. Yes, you have been informed correctly by our lovely medical staff. The boy has suffered irreparable internal injuries from his previous rape. He's expected to live only another few hours. Congratulations to those of you who bet against his survival,\" the host announces.\n\nA sinking dread catches in Ravyn's throat. The boy tries to make sense of what he's heard. He is going to die. He barely really knows what death is or how it works, save for having seen it in movies and witnessed it once just prior, but he certainly understands how bad it is.\n\nThe boy beings to wail and cry. One of the medics attending to him quickly and quietly pulls a gag with a long dildo on the inside from his bag of equipment and applies it to Ravyn to silence him. \n\nRavyn chokes and sputters while continuing to spill tears from his eyes. He's quiet enough now that the proceedings may continue uninterrupted.\n\n\"Now, while I'm sure you're all enthralled with this thrilling development,\" the host continues, \"We have one last event for you all regarding the boy. After all, it would be a shame, would it not, to let the child perish with a silent whimper like this?\"\n\nRavyn looks up with a confused, momentary hope. Is there some way they could save him?\n\n\"Let's send him out a bit more... climatically, shall we~?\" the host speaks to the crowd.\n\nAs he speaks, the back wall of the room where Ravyn has suffered so much rape is collapsed by hidden mechanisms. Where it retracts, a clear view is presented into a winding hall of cages and utilities. From the opening, loud stomping begins to echo. Ravyn can only watch on in terror.\n\n\"Betting will begin momentarily, gentlemen, on which hole the animal will utilize, and how long it will take for the boy's body to give out entirely~\" the host finally announces.\n\nTwo men come into view from the collapsed wall holding ropes attached to something tall behind them. A long, gray trunk and two tusks appear, followed by the head of an elephant. The creature's eye gazes strangely around the room.\n\nHeavy footfalls continue as the elephant is ushered fully into view. It doesn't seem quite fully mature, and even then it clearly only barely fits into the room at all. Two more men flank it with an additional pair of ropes to guide it along.\n\nThere's something missing from the elephant's eyes. Perhaps it's only projection or something folkloric, but they always did seem like such bright and wise animals. The wisdom is absent.\n\nIf Ravyn were a bit older or a bit more lucid, he might suspect it had been drugged with something.\n\n\"Alright, let's get him in there,\" one of the medical personnel attending Ravyn speaks to the other.\n\nRavyn begins to panic and thrashes where he lays, only to find that his battered body is bound to a stretcher. Ordinarily, the pain that these struggles place on the boy's strained body would dissuade him from fighting further, but now there is nothing else he can do.\n\nHe tries to bite one of the men when they place him on the table in the center of the room and remove his gag. He earns a slap to the side of the head for it.\n\nThe door closes behind the hipocratic oathbreakers, and Ravyn's resumed cries and wails are muffled. Outside, men discuss eagerly and prepare to place their bets. The excitement throughout the room is electric.\n\n\"Please, the elephant can hardly reach the boy's mouth in the first place. Some fool you'd be to bet on it raping him there!\" a falcon in fancy attire says to a pig who's expression remains slightly disgruntled from the day's prior events.\n\n\"Elephants are smart, it can turn the boy around if it wants,\" the pig replies, \"And if it does, I'm raking in one hell of a pot!\"\n\nDebate, both audible and silent, continues throughout the room as men move to toss in their money and their votes. The host collects it all with a smile.\n\nRavyn, meanwhile, looks up in blind terror through eyes blurred by tears at the massive mammal that's been brought in to rape him to death. The handlers hold it only a foot or so back from the helpless boy. No one comes to wipe his tears.\n\nA few moments pass while all bets are placed. Then, the host gives a silent order to the handlers. \n\nSTOMP STOMP STOMP\n\nTwo tons of hulking bestial might step toward the helpless boy. Ravyn cries out in fear. The animal doesn't need to elevate its front legs to mount him. Its powerful feet land to the sides of the table, and in the next moment, Ravyn feels as though he's been plowed through with a battering ram.\n\nSCHLRRRRRRK TEAAAARRRR PLAFT SPRAY\n\nA brief spray of blood is ejected from Ravyn's maw as the animal's massive cock tears through him. The elephant's cock is rammed only halfway into the boy's tailhole, and Ravyn is pretty sure he feels his own guts in his throat with just the first stroke. If his throat were clear, after all, he'd be screaming.\n\nThe boy tries to move, as though he could somehow save himself even if he were able to escape his restraints. With his body so damaged and his mind going numb, he wouldn't even make it off the table unless the elephant's violent rape shoved him off. Preventing that is, if anything, the primary purpose of restraining the boy in the first place.\n\nPLAMPT SPLAP RIIIIIIP SQUELCH PAP\n\nBlood trickles out of Ravyn's maw in grotesque quantity as the brutal bestial battering continues. On the other side of the glass, wealthy onlookers watch the spectacle in awe.\n\nEven with the initial portion of the bet already clearly decided, the depraved men remain fully entranced on the brutal, violent show before them. Each eye is utterly transfixed on the cruel destruction of the innocent child. Each heart pounds with the thrill of knowing what cruelty they're in on.\n\nStepping in with the crowd for a better view, the host silently considers an impromptu auction to let someone use the boy's throat during all this, though at this point that would likely be impossible if not an extreme danger to whoever were to do so. Getting a colleague killed would certainly tarnish his reputation, so he remains silent and allows himself to enjoy what he's orchestrated. It's the party's final, destructive crescendo of cruelty against the boy, at least in life.\n\nPAPT PLASHT SHRED TEARRRR SQURRCH PLAFT\n\nBlood streams out mixed into Ravyn's tears. Chunks of the boy's horribly bruised and blistered intestines come out with each pullback of the elephant's gargantuan cock. The rest of the digestive tract mincemeat is pushed further up.\n\nRavyn can hardly breathe with his lungs being crushed, and violent heart palpitations that would be agonizing on their own are nearly lost in a sea of painful noise fighting for the boy's attention. Ravyn's heart feels like it could pop.\n\nThe giant animal lets out a contented, rumbling noise from its trunk while it satiates its needs with Ravyn's rapidly deteriorating form.\n\nPAPT PLAPF SLOUGH SHRED SPLRTCH PAP\n\nEach stroke makes Ravyn feel more and more physically hollowed out. Each motion comes with wind flowing through the boy's destroyed body and running its chilly, painful touch over every inch of his destroyed internals before another thrust can follow and the enormous shaft damages everything further.\n\nPLAPT SQULECH\n\nAnother hard thrust. Ravyn feels something pulsing in his throat, and he isn't sure if it's the elephant's cock, an assortment of his varied mangled viscera, or his own beating heart.\n\nPLAFT SLRRRGHHHH RIIIIP SPLATTER\n\nAnother hard thrust. A slew of mulched guts and assorted blood-soaked tissue is ejected from the boy's maw onto the cold, hard ground, still attached by strings of sinew.\n\nRavyn's own guts dominate his blurred vision. It wouldn't look much different if his eyes weren't clouded by tears. It's all indistinguishable, brutal red.\n\nSomewhere in the lump of insides that's dripping from the boy's maw is his heart, which gives its last, pathetic beat and ceases entirely. Ravyn's body pools blood from both ends. His brain, already overwhelmed to the point of near unconsciousness with agony, gradually shuts down.\n\nHe's declared dead, and a stopwatch is clicked. Just under five minutes.\n\nThe host decides to watch the rest of the show before he announces the result of the bet.\n\nPLAFT PLAPT PAP SLOUGH SQUELCH\n\nThe elephant continues to rape the corpse, and blood continues to pool on the floor as more viscera is forced out of Ravyn's body. The show goes on for a short while longer as the elephant enjoys itself, though with the drugs it's on, it doesn't take long for it to finish with its snuffed out cocksleeve.\n\nSCGLRRRRK SPLAT SPLRRRRRRRFFFFT\n\nWith one last hard push inside, a final chunk of indeterminate flesh is forced out, and the elephant pokes its shaft all the way through the boy. The massive cumshot that results from its final thrust impacts the glass hard, and a sickly yellow-white spray of splooge spreads across the surface and begins to slowly drip down toward the floor. The glass is slightly cracked at the point of impact.\n\nMen cheer for the show or catch their breath from the awe of the spectacle. A few move discreetly to the washroom to clean the ejaculate from their pants. Excitement circles the room as the host moves to announce the result of the bet.\n\nWhile men cash in outside, those working in the room now obscured from outside vision move to get the elephant back in its cage. Careful guidance pulls the beast away, while Ravyn's mutilated corpse and emptied insides sit motionless on the table. Fractured bones creak and give way under their own weight, and remaining blood gradually trickles out as the violated corpse slowly settles.\n\nIn the next half hour, assistants will be in to clean the mangled body up a bit, dispose of the mess, and get it ready for the rest of the night. After all, death is certainly not enough to keep the filthy hands of the wealthy bastards from the innocent prize they seek.\n\nThe extravagant night carries on. Men celebrate their winnings and taunt those who placed their bets poorly while the young bunny girl, the only living child left to play with, is passed around without the slightest break between one man finishing inside her and the next grabbing hold to rape her. With the insatiable so-called gentlemen having only one source left to get their fill, notions of aucitoning or betting on uses of her have fallen entirely to the wayside.\n\nThose looking to burn their winnings in celebration of their well-placed wagers don't have long to wait, however. Soon, the event's host once again takes the stand with an announcement.\n\n\"Gentlemen, gentlemen,\" the host calls to the waiting crowd, \"Though that may have been a brutal display, our guest hasn't gotten cold just yet~\"\n\nAs he speaks, two assistants wheel Ravyn's corpse out on a gurney. It's disturbingly flat, especially around the abdominal area, where no ribs remain to hold the form of his body after being bored clear through. The odd jutting out of broken bones is obvious, especially at the boy's waist, where his pelvis is very clearly broken in two and deforms the remaining skin and muscle that struggle to hold the halves in place.\n\nAt the mouth, Ravyn has suffered plenty of facial deformity via blunt force from within, though the rest of his head has fared better. He's hard to look at for those not desensitized, but many of the especially crooked in the crowd find him terribly enticing in this state.\n\nMen gasp and whisper between each other until the host resumes.\n\n\"Bids for the first to defile the young boy's corpse begin now!\" the host calls to the crowd.\n\nThe assistants stroll away and leave Ravyn stationary and silent while the host's subpar auctioneer voice drones on and men jump in to place their bids.\n\n\"I think that's the worst thing I've seen tonight,\" one of the assistants mutters quietly.\n\n\"Lighten up a little. You can't tell me it wasn't a little hot,\" the other replies.\n\n\"You're sick,\" the first replies.\n\n\"C'mon,\" the second teases.\n\n\"Maybe it was a little hot.\"\n\nMeanwhile the first auction is settled, and the highest bidders get their choice of where to violate the boy in descending order of their expenditures.\n\nA falcon takes the boy's mouth. A fox and a rabbit take his backside.\n\n\"Damn, to think I shit in this mouth not too long ago~\" the falcon says as he uses a finger to pull open one limp lip.\n\n\"Limited edition, eh?\" one of the other men responds.\n\nPLAFT PLAPT PAP\n\nIn tandem, the bantering bastards slip their cocks inside the child's corpse. Settling bits of minced muscle are really all most of them have for stimulation beyond rubbing their dicks along the flat inner surfaces of Ravyn's destroyed body. 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What hadn't been caved in by the elephant has been made brittle and had time to loosen under strain of gravity and what's been done to clean up the kid's corpse.\n\nPLAPT PLAF PAP PAT\n\nTogether, the three continue to desecrate the body for their pleasure until one by one, they each find themselves overwhelmed by the stimulation and the thrill and the sheer depravity and climax into the cavity that's been carved through the child.\n\nSPLRRRRRRFFFT PLAFPT SPLRRRRFFF PAP SPLRRRRRGT\n\nAnd, catching their breaths, they smile and get another good look at the corpse. The fox leans in to spit on the bare, flat chest of the young victim, and the three shortly depart to clean themselves up and recover their stamina.\n\nIt's the first of a long night of continued violation for the boy's body. Perhaps it's fortunate he's not left alive to experience it.\n\nThe next several hours pass with a blur of the cruel men using the mangled corpse. 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Unsuitable for such, I suppose then he can serve another purpose for us all~\" the goat announces to the party, \"If any of you seek a more decadent place to relieve yourself of the caviar and lobster you've been dining on tonight, look no further. Bids will begin for he who should break in our latrine momentarily.\"\n\nCheers rise from the crowd. In seconds, it becomes a frenzied bidding war with hands going up and down constantly as the current bid soars upward into dizzying digits. The bidding war rages on with jeers and exchanging of silent, taunting looks among the more competitive in the group until finally, the honors land on a certain pig.\n\nEvidently tired of losing bets and auctions and certainly more than a little drunk, the pig walks up to shake the host's hand after expending an amount of money that could fuel a small country on nothing more than a bowel movement. 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In that blissful moment, he's not sure what awful dream he's had, but he knows from the blurry details that he never wants to have it again. Relief is all he can feel.

Then he slowly gains his senses. Off-the-books paramedics circle the boy to resuscitate him. He feels their hands and equipment checking his vitals. And he hears... cheering.

Despite his blurred vision, the dreadful realization is immediate when Ravyn opens his eyes. The cruel men still surround him. Some are celebrating, some are not. This is the awful norm.

He isn't sure what about his latest abuse they've wagered on, but as if to spell it out for him, the event's caprine host promptly moves to announce the details formally. Evidently, the news has already spread to the crowd, however.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please settle down. Yes, you have been informed correctly by our lovely medical staff. The boy has suffered irreparable internal injuries from his previous rape. He's expected to live only another few hours. Congratulations to those of you who bet against his survival," the host announces.

A sinking dread catches in Ravyn's throat. The boy tries to make sense of what he's heard. He is going to die. He barely really knows what death is or how it works, save for having seen it in movies and witnessed it once just prior, but he certainly understands how bad it is.

The boy beings to wail and cry. One of the medics attending to him quickly and quietly pulls a gag with a long dildo on the inside from his bag of equipment and applies it to Ravyn to silence him.

Ravyn chokes and sputters while continuing to spill tears from his eyes. He's quiet enough now that the proceedings may continue uninterrupted.

"Now, while I'm sure you're all enthralled with this thrilling development," the host continues, "We have one last event for you all regarding the boy. After all, it would be a shame, would it not, to let the child perish with a silent whimper like this?"

Ravyn looks up with a confused, momentary hope. Is there some way they could save him?

"Let's send him out a bit more... climatically, shall we~?" the host speaks to the crowd.

As he speaks, the back wall of the room where Ravyn has suffered so much rape is collapsed by hidden mechanisms. Where it retracts, a clear view is presented into a winding hall of cages and utilities. From the opening, loud stomping begins to echo. Ravyn can only watch on in terror.

"Betting will begin momentarily, gentlemen, on which hole the animal will utilize, and how long it will take for the boy's body to give out entirely~" the host finally announces.

Two men come into view from the collapsed wall holding ropes attached to something tall behind them. A long, gray trunk and two tusks appear, followed by the head of an elephant. The creature's eye gazes strangely around the room.

Heavy footfalls continue as the elephant is ushered fully into view. It doesn't seem quite fully mature, and even then it clearly only barely fits into the room at all. Two more men flank it with an additional pair of ropes to guide it along.

There's something missing from the elephant's eyes. Perhaps it's only projection or something folkloric, but they always did seem like such bright and wise animals. The wisdom is absent.

If Ravyn were a bit older or a bit more lucid, he might suspect it had been drugged with something.

"Alright, let's get him in there," one of the medical personnel attending Ravyn speaks to the other.

Ravyn begins to panic and thrashes where he lays, only to find that his battered body is bound to a stretcher. Ordinarily, the pain that these struggles place on the boy's strained body would dissuade him from fighting further, but now there is nothing else he can do.

He tries to bite one of the men when they place him on the table in the center of the room and remove his gag. He earns a slap to the side of the head for it.

The door closes behind the hipocratic oathbreakers, and Ravyn's resumed cries and wails are muffled. Outside, men discuss eagerly and prepare to place their bets. The excitement throughout the room is electric.

"Please, the elephant can hardly reach the boy's mouth in the first place. Some fool you'd be to bet on it raping him there!" a falcon in fancy attire says to a pig who's expression remains slightly disgruntled from the day's prior events.

"Elephants are smart, it can turn the boy around if it wants," the pig replies, "And if it does, I'm raking in one hell of a pot!"

Debate, both audible and silent, continues throughout the room as men move to toss in their money and their votes. The host collects it all with a smile.

Ravyn, meanwhile, looks up in blind terror through eyes blurred by tears at the massive mammal that's been brought in to rape him to death. The handlers hold it only a foot or so back from the helpless boy. No one comes to wipe his tears.

A few moments pass while all bets are placed. Then, the host gives a silent order to the handlers.

STOMP STOMP STOMP

Two tons of hulking bestial might step toward the helpless boy. Ravyn cries out in fear. The animal doesn't need to elevate its front legs to mount him. Its powerful feet land to the sides of the table, and in the next moment, Ravyn feels as though he's been plowed through with a battering ram.

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A brief spray of blood is ejected from Ravyn's maw as the animal's massive cock tears through him. The elephant's cock is rammed only halfway into the boy's tailhole, and Ravyn is pretty sure he feels his own guts in his throat with just the first stroke. If his throat were clear, after all, he'd be screaming.

The boy tries to move, as though he could somehow save himself even if he were able to escape his restraints. With his body so damaged and his mind going numb, he wouldn't even make it off the table unless the elephant's violent rape shoved him off. Preventing that is, if anything, the primary purpose of restraining the boy in the first place.

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Blood trickles out of Ravyn's maw in grotesque quantity as the brutal bestial battering continues. On the other side of the glass, wealthy onlookers watch the spectacle in awe.

Even with the initial portion of the bet already clearly decided, the depraved men remain fully entranced on the brutal, violent show before them. Each eye is utterly transfixed on the cruel destruction of the innocent child. Each heart pounds with the thrill of knowing what cruelty they're in on.

Stepping in with the crowd for a better view, the host silently considers an impromptu auction to let someone use the boy's throat during all this, though at this point that would likely be impossible if not an extreme danger to whoever were to do so. Getting a colleague killed would certainly tarnish his reputation, so he remains silent and allows himself to enjoy what he's orchestrated. It's the party's final, destructive crescendo of cruelty against the boy, at least in life.

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Blood streams out mixed into Ravyn's tears. Chunks of the boy's horribly bruised and blistered intestines come out with each pullback of the elephant's gargantuan cock. The rest of the digestive tract mincemeat is pushed further up.

Ravyn can hardly breathe with his lungs being crushed, and violent heart palpitations that would be agonizing on their own are nearly lost in a sea of painful noise fighting for the boy's attention. Ravyn's heart feels like it could pop.

The giant animal lets out a contented, rumbling noise from its trunk while it satiates its needs with Ravyn's rapidly deteriorating form.

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Each stroke makes Ravyn feel more and more physically hollowed out. Each motion comes with wind flowing through the boy's destroyed body and running its chilly, painful touch over every inch of his destroyed internals before another thrust can follow and the enormous shaft damages everything further.

PLAPT SQULECH

Another hard thrust. Ravyn feels something pulsing in his throat, and he isn't sure if it's the elephant's cock, an assortment of his varied mangled viscera, or his own beating heart.

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Another hard thrust. A slew of mulched guts and assorted blood-soaked tissue is ejected from the boy's maw onto the cold, hard ground, still attached by strings of sinew.

Ravyn's own guts dominate his blurred vision. It wouldn't look much different if his eyes weren't clouded by tears. It's all indistinguishable, brutal red.

Somewhere in the lump of insides that's dripping from the boy's maw is his heart, which gives its last, pathetic beat and ceases entirely. Ravyn's body pools blood from both ends. His brain, already overwhelmed to the point of near unconsciousness with agony, gradually shuts down.

He's declared dead, and a stopwatch is clicked. Just under five minutes.

The host decides to watch the rest of the show before he announces the result of the bet.

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The elephant continues to rape the corpse, and blood continues to pool on the floor as more viscera is forced out of Ravyn's body. The show goes on for a short while longer as the elephant enjoys itself, though with the drugs it's on, it doesn't take long for it to finish with its snuffed out cocksleeve.

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With one last hard push inside, a final chunk of indeterminate flesh is forced out, and the elephant pokes its shaft all the way through the boy. The massive cumshot that results from its final thrust impacts the glass hard, and a sickly yellow-white spray of splooge spreads across the surface and begins to slowly drip down toward the floor. The glass is slightly cracked at the point of impact.

Men cheer for the show or catch their breath from the awe of the spectacle. A few move discreetly to the washroom to clean the ejaculate from their pants. Excitement circles the room as the host moves to announce the result of the bet.

While men cash in outside, those working in the room now obscured from outside vision move to get the elephant back in its cage. Careful guidance pulls the beast away, while Ravyn's mutilated corpse and emptied insides sit motionless on the table. Fractured bones creak and give way under their own weight, and remaining blood gradually trickles out as the violated corpse slowly settles.

In the next half hour, assistants will be in to clean the mangled body up a bit, dispose of the mess, and get it ready for the rest of the night. After all, death is certainly not enough to keep the filthy hands of the wealthy bastards from the innocent prize they seek.

The extravagant night carries on. Men celebrate their winnings and taunt those who placed their bets poorly while the young bunny girl, the only living child left to play with, is passed around without the slightest break between one man finishing inside her and the next grabbing hold to rape her. With the insatiable so-called gentlemen having only one source left to get their fill, notions of aucitoning or betting on uses of her have fallen entirely to the wayside.

Those looking to burn their winnings in celebration of their well-placed wagers don't have long to wait, however. Soon, the event's host once again takes the stand with an announcement.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," the host calls to the waiting crowd, "Though that may have been a brutal display, our guest hasn't gotten cold just yet~"

As he speaks, two assistants wheel Ravyn's corpse out on a gurney. It's disturbingly flat, especially around the abdominal area, where no ribs remain to hold the form of his body after being bored clear through. The odd jutting out of broken bones is obvious, especially at the boy's waist, where his pelvis is very clearly broken in two and deforms the remaining skin and muscle that struggle to hold the halves in place.

At the mouth, Ravyn has suffered plenty of facial deformity via blunt force from within, though the rest of his head has fared better. He's hard to look at for those not desensitized, but many of the especially crooked in the crowd find him terribly enticing in this state.

Men gasp and whisper between each other until the host resumes.

"Bids for the first to defile the young boy's corpse begin now!" the host calls to the crowd.

The assistants stroll away and leave Ravyn stationary and silent while the host's subpar auctioneer voice drones on and men jump in to place their bids.

"I think that's the worst thing I've seen tonight," one of the assistants mutters quietly.

"Lighten up a little. You can't tell me it wasn't a little hot," the other replies.

"You're sick," the first replies.

"C'mon," the second teases.

"Maybe it was a little hot."

Meanwhile the first auction is settled, and the highest bidders get their choice of where to violate the boy in descending order of their expenditures.

A falcon takes the boy's mouth. A fox and a rabbit take his backside.

"Damn, to think I shit in this mouth not too long ago~" the falcon says as he uses a finger to pull open one limp lip.

"Limited edition, eh?" one of the other men responds.

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In tandem, the bantering bastards slip their cocks inside the child's corpse. Settling bits of minced muscle are really all most of them have for stimulation beyond rubbing their dicks along the flat inner surfaces of Ravyn's destroyed body. Still, the thrill of it more than makes up the difference, and the boy's blood makes excellent lube.

The true short end of the stick, of course, goes to the rabbit who has Ravyn's rectum to work with. To call it agape would be an obscene understatement. The third place bidder could put his whole fist inside without touching Ravyn's rim.

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Men huff and moan and pant as they violate the cadaver. The corpse, in turn, creaks and groans slightly. The occasional cracking of bone is plainly audible. What hadn't been caved in by the elephant has been made brittle and had time to loosen under strain of gravity and what's been done to clean up the kid's corpse.

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Together, the three continue to desecrate the body for their pleasure until one by one, they each find themselves overwhelmed by the stimulation and the thrill and the sheer depravity and climax into the cavity that's been carved through the child.

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And, catching their breaths, they smile and get another good look at the corpse. The fox leans in to spit on the bare, flat chest of the young victim, and the three shortly depart to clean themselves up and recover their stamina.

It's the first of a long night of continued violation for the boy's body. Perhaps it's fortunate he's not left alive to experience it.

The next several hours pass with a blur of the cruel men using the mangled corpse. One auction after another, wealthy men blow their money for the chance to blow their load in Ravyn's nearly hollowed out body. Warm off-white jizz drips out in place of blood, mixed with only the small amount of sanguine fluid left in Ravyn's body.

The corpse degrades with time, losing shape and becoming less and less recognizable until eventually the mass of ruined feathers and stretched skin and broken bones and thin strands of viscera begins to grow cold.

Fewer and fewer of the depraved men still desire the cadaver, with how unpleasant to the touch its lifeless form has become.

And so, the host takes to the stand once more.

"Gentlemen, it has come to my attention that our esteemed little guest has run out of usefulness for sating the more base desires we do so love to indulge. Unsuitable for such, I suppose then he can serve another purpose for us all~" the goat announces to the party, "If any of you seek a more decadent place to relieve yourself of the caviar and lobster you've been dining on tonight, look no further. Bids will begin for he who should break in our latrine momentarily."

Cheers rise from the crowd. In seconds, it becomes a frenzied bidding war with hands going up and down constantly as the current bid soars upward into dizzying digits. The bidding war rages on with jeers and exchanging of silent, taunting looks among the more competitive in the group until finally, the honors land on a certain pig.

Evidently tired of losing bets and auctions and certainly more than a little drunk, the pig walks up to shake the host's hand after expending an amount of money that could fuel a small country on nothing more than a bowel movement. He's certainly proud of himself for it.

To mingled laughs and cheers and jeers, he then parts the crowd as he strides toward the gurney where the thoroughly defiled, cold corpse of the child sits. He's well and truly lost his pants somewhere by now, not that it's much of an issue or an oddity at a party of this variety.

He simply plops his fat rear end on the edge of the gurney, reaches back, and lifts the limp upper jaw up until it's held above his rectum with the slack lower jaw hanging beneath. Then, he closes his eyes and grunts.

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A foul mudslide pours out into Ravyn's demolished esophagus. Soft, mushy filth replaces the viscera that'd been violently forced out of the boy hours prior, and the skin ripples and displaces its unkempt feathers as it bloats and ripples around the growing mess.

"Y'know, I think he takes it easier this way!" the pig calls to the crowd with a laugh as he pushes harder.

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With another loud grunt, the pig finally finishes vacating his bowels. The contents spill out into the boy in a disgusting deluge, and runny portions of foul filth trickle out of Ravyn's corpse onto the finely polished floor.

By the time the pig has entirely finished, Ravyn looks just a little less flattened.

The bastard of course joins the rest of the party again with audible cheers, though not before wiping his ass with the boy's arm. From there, the usage of the boy becomes far less orderly.

With him broken in, Ravyn quickly becomes effectively free use with auctions and whatnot falling out of favor for the already thoroughly used dead latrine.

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Throughout the rest of the night, people lift up lip and tail to get an opening to crap into the boy's body or simply pop a squat and drop logs on top of him, which are promptly covered with streams of piss.

As though he weren't degraded enough, the filth seeps into his feathers and coats his skin. He doesn't get the chance to begin to stink of rot before he stinks of endless bodily waste, and a while before the party's conclusion, he's both bloated with and buried in shit.

He can no longer fill even the purpose of a toilet for the extravagant event, and so a couple of assistants, grumbly with their foul task, are called out to wheel him away. They guide the gurney out into the maze of back halls, and a second group comes out to carefully clean the floors around where Ravyn had lain.

"Fuck's sake, they made a mess of this kid," one of the assistants says as they navigate the winding maze of animals and equipment, "This point, we're doing the family a favor, not sending them his body to bury."

"Think if they cared that much they'd have watched him better, no?" the other replies, "Bet you the guys out there wanted him a lot more."

The other scoffs, "Nasty, man."

They both laugh a bit between pauses to fan their noses with their hands. The gurney approaches its final destination.

A large room boasts a deep trash compactor. It's filled with bags of garbage, shattered wine bottles, and a few other corpses. It reeks of just about every unfavorable smell one could possibly imagine.

"Well," one of the assistants peeks over the edge, "We just going to tip him off it?"

"No way this gurney's getting reused. Look at the thing. Disgusting. Let's just toss it with him."

"Won't hear me complaining. Less I have to touch this thing, the better."

With an unceremonious push, the cart tips over and along with its rancid contents is dropped into the compactor below. Ravyn's mutilated and bloated body lands with a sickening, wet thud into the heap of garbage, and the mess surrounding him slowly settles back down over him.

The door swings shut behind the men as they leave, surely to head for the washroom to clean their hands as thoroughly as possible. What remains of Ravyn is left to rot in the dark.

He'll be buried in more of the waste products of the cruel men's excess before the night is through. His final resting place will be a landfill, his hearse a garbage truck.

In the distance, music and jovial chatter carry on without him.

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