"You are coming with me!" It was a simple statement. It was not a command, not a question. He just stated a fact. And Suomi had no choice. She was caught. She was bound. She was doomed. And she was going to get eaten. Or worse... abused... and then eaten. She knew it. She was old enough to know these things. Jackalopes matured quickly. This happened quite often to her kind. Jackalopes were known to be tasty, vulnerable, and weak. Especially young ones. "Your sister is not coming back." Was the harsh life lesson that had driven it home for her that fateful day. Now her younger sibling would have to learn it too. She would not see them again. No, she wasn't going to come back, either. A tear ran down her cheeks, as the hard truth settled in. Suomi didn't try to fight. She knew it would lead nowhere. She just walked, trying to keep pace with him and his rope, so it would not dig into her neck fur and choke her. But she had to do something. "Sir.... please. I don't wanna die." He looked at her, almost amused. "No one wants to die. But everyone has to." The grey furred wolf's answer was, both surprisingly emphatic and cold as steel. She didn't really know how to answer that. For a while they just kept walking. They were not headed in the direction of any of the wolf dens Suomi had been warned about. Was the wolf new in the area? A lone wolf maybe? "Are you going to eat me?" She asked. "I am going to eat you." He was very honest. There was no need to lie to his food. It wasn't something that she had not already assumed. But hearing it like that was still disheartening. A lone tear ran down her cheek, but she kept walking. "I won't make you suffer, little one. We're going to have some fun... and then you'll fall asleep and never feel any pain anymore." He promised her, assuming it was the suffering she feared most. He couldn't have been more wrong. But he kept his word. Of course his kind of 'fun' was far beyond what her body was built or yet grown to handle. For her, it was quite painful, but he wasn't actually trying to hurt her on purpose. The way he fucked his prey was almost considerate or even gentle. If she ignored the piercing pain and her ripped skin, it could almost have been called pleasant. Like a promise of pleasures her body could have learned to enjoy if she had had the chance to grow up. The foreplay, as he had held her in a bent down position and slid his canine cock over her folds until she was moist enough, had already sent a few pleasant shivers through her, but she was too inexperienced and too afraid to mentally respond to it in the way he might have intended. Now that she felt him in her, his hands on her hips as he thrust into her, parts of her still wanted to flee, wanted him out, wanted to run far away and curl into a sobbing ball of misery. But she couldn't do that, because they were tied together and because she had no chance of getting away anyway. All that part of her could do was despair. But there was also another part of her, a part of her who's existence she always tried to deny but now, suddenly couldn't. A part that enjoyed the situation. Being trapped helplessly, held by paws so much bigger than her own, arms so much stronger than her own, holding her helplessly wherever they wanted, yet gently. There was this forbidden part of her mind that wanted him to continue. Even though every thrust caused her burning pain as his skin touched her fresh bruises. But somehow, she could have loved those hands. At least, some part of her could. And if she had to choose between the part of her that despaired and the part of her that could find pleasure... But then his hands wrapped around her neck, and she knew, any second now, he would squeeze and choke her... No.... He mustn't... Her ears flat against her head she cried out, before he would silence her, forever. "No! Please, Sir. I beg you. Not like this. Don't choke me! Don't kill me yet, please!" Suomi had seen enough death. There was nothing beautiful about death. Cold, lifeless, emotionless, with no feeling and no answer, no response. She had seen a cousin's corpse, left behind by a predator that had been disturbed. Almost untouched but for a few bruises, yet stiff and cold and lifeless. Not only was she afraid to end up like this. It was also the antithesis of her forbidden desires. Killing someone was sending them away. Forever. Rejected even by her predator who wanted nothing of her but her meat. Her voice was trembling, her body was quivering. "You can do anything to me. Bite me, fuck me, eat me.... But don't... please don't kill me." He sighed. But a glimmer of hope took root in her like a sprouting seed... His hands were still around her neck, but he had not snuffed her... "It's better like this. Trust me. I'm gonna eat you." He calmly spoke to her, trying to convince her. "I know... " she said. "I know but I'd rather stay with you. Don't choke me please." He was still tied to her, so he had no hurry. "Are you sure what you are asking? It's going to hurt!" "I am sure..." she answered with a trembling voice. ... The grey furred wolf was no sadist. He knew what he could have done.. He could have sunk his teeth deep into her succulent flesh and savagely savoured her screams and blood. And some deep, hidden instinct made him want to. Made him take her like a feral would. Feel her struggle as he ripped her living organs out of her delicious body. Those thoughts made him salivate, but he couldn't - he wouldn't do that. Not to her. Not after what she had told him. "My name's Lupus," he introduced himself, as if to form a pact with his prey. She told him her name as well. For a moment, it almost felt as if the deep gaping abyss of predator and prey wasn't separating them, as he told her, he indeed moved into the area recently. Had just caught her scent by chance. But even as they talked, he reached for a thin thread made from leather. He slung it twice around her left arm. For him it felt like the right place to start. She let it happen, she didn't know what it meant. Was it a token? Was he going to bind her? But then he pulled it tight. Painfully tight. So tight, it dug into her skin with a piercing pain. It didn't take long until she barely felt her hand anymore. "What are you doing?" She asked. "I'm going to eat you." He once more explained, patiently. Maybe she thought he'd just keep her as a sex slave. That was not the case. "But I don't want to torture you. If it's too much, tell me and I will send you to sleep." He offered, once more. "No!" she shook her head, afraid of that more than anything. She knew it wasn't 'sleep', it was going away and never coming back. "Anything but that!" "Then lay still. Close your eyes." he instructed. She heard and saw nothing for a few moments. Just his breathing and her own. Her arm had gotten quite numb. She was shivering. What was he going to do? Then, without warning, she heard a loud thud and felt a tug on her arm. She opened her eyes. Only then came the pain. He stood next to her and was holding a furry piece of meat in his hand. Jackalope meat. An arm, to be precise. But he already started to peel the skin off it and it started to look less and less like an arm and more like food. He tore the skin off, then threw the meat on the grill, where it sizzled and hissed. Only as she felt the stump with her other hand, causing a jolt of pain where her arm should have been, did the realization set in. It was hers. Her arm. Her meat! She watched him eat it. Roasted, deliciously brown and succulent, his white, sharp teeth gnawed all but the last strands of the bones, which he threw away. She saw them land in the corner, bite marks on what had once been paw and fingers. He didn't even bother binding her. As he fell asleep and started snoring, she stood up and examined the leftovers. She couldn't sleep that night. She was scared, and in pain. But there were other, confusing feelings, and the world made no sense. When she woke the next day. She was alone and alive. Not bound - but locked in his home. When he came back in the evening he found no traces of fleeing attempts. Seeing his captured Jackalope brought a smile to his face. A smile full of hungry teeth, that sent a shiver of fear down her spine. And yet, despite the fear, she was oddly happy to see him. He took her again. It hurt less this time. There was a hint of pleasure even. There was something building up in her, but she had not yet learned what it meant, when he already finished within her. Once more they were tied together. "Are you going to eat me now?" She asked. Less afraid this time He nodded. "Do you want to go to sleep?" He asked, putting his paws around her neck. It was almost a ritual. She gave the same answer as the day before. Then she felt her other arm bound. Her only arm. She made a fist with her hand, clenching her fingers. In her mind she could already see the gnawed and disposed bones which would soon become of them. A tear ran down her cheek, but she accepted it. Rather this, than oblivion. The chopping hurt more that day. Maybe the rope had not been as tight. She became dizzy and passed out from the pain before he even started eating. Weird dreams haunted her that night. Of teeth and maws and hungry predators that made love to her, while ripping her apart. Moaning in her sleep, she looked so appetizing. This time it was the wolf that found little sleep, and he drooled over her, licking his lips. The next day dawned. Suomi opened her eyes and when she realized she was still alive, it almost surprised her. Both her arms were now piles of bones in the corner. She couldn't even get up on her own, laying on the bench that was now her bed, waiting. Waiting for the evening. In her mind she imagined what it would feel like when he would once again take her. Her loins were already urging for the sensation that accompanied his "fun". But she had no arms to relieve this urge and could only squirm in her helplessness. Evening came, and he found her ready and willing. The sex... was good. She felt so helpless, without arms. It was wild. It was delicious. She was urging for more, when she felt him wrap the rope around her thigh, so close to where they were still joint together. This time she did not close her eyes. She watched him, watched the knife... anticipated the cut. There was even an odd tingling sensation in her cunny, as he chopped her. The pain did not come alone, it came with a new sensation, one that had her see stars and at the same time drove an odd, knowing smile on his lips. Her leg lasted him for two days. The next evening he did not cut. But she barely enjoyed the sex they had. Feverish pain had plagued her half the day and drowned the evening in a painful haze. The only clear sensation was that of a glowing red hot blade pressed against her inflamed arm stump, cauterizing the wound. She cried out her agony, then passed out. But she slept in peace that night. The next day, she woke up and the fever was gone. He found her near helpless, and to his amusement, had her stand on her one remaining leg and hop around. She found it amusing at first, while he obviously saw more in her naked, helpless form. He became aroused, watching her hop until exhaustion, helpless, unable to even get up. And yet, once realising the pleasure she caused him, it aroused her too. She felt wanted. Loved. She teased him with what was left of her body, anticipating what they would do... later. They both wanted it, as he finally called her towards him and had her sit in his lap, impaling her with his girth. She did not care for her fate or her limbs, only for the moment. Their sex was fulfilling. But he kept the best to the end. He pushed his claws into her and rubbed her nethers in a way that nearly drove her insane, his chopping knife already in his other paw. Her pussy clenched down hard on his clawed fingers, as the knife finally came down. As he finally chopped her thigh and sent her off into the most intense climax so far. This time he held her close, nestled in his lap, as he ate his dinner. Deliciously roasted leg, she had seen the sizzling fat drip as he roasted her thigh. He even allowed her to lick her own taste from his fingers, after he had stilled his own hunger, finishing her whole leg in one insatiable evening. At that moment she didn't care that it was her that was his dinner. She made him happy. They were happy. And together. So she was happy. In fact, they spent the whole night together, and the next day he did not leave. They had each other. They had sex. She learned new ways to please him with her mouth, and he learned new ways by nibbling her in unspeakable places, barely drawing blood, but... so much pleasure! It was wild. It was feral. And she was completely helpless, pulled and tugged into whatever position he pleased, like a pillow. He even teased her by licking the blood from her stumps, sending jolts of intense sensations through her that were painful, and yet... so nice. In the evening he pulled her towards him once move. "You really should sleep now, little one." He said to her, sadly. His hands once more wrapped around her neck. She gulped. She knew it had been fun while it lasted. She had been gifted a whole extra week. If she had been sent 'asleep' she'd have had none of it. But she still refused. "No..." she said determinedly, and shook her head with a grin. "I can take it." She insisted, biting her lip. He sighed. "It's gonna hurt!" He promised her. "You will suffer." She nodded, panting heavily. She had no idea what he would do. There was lust in her eyes. The part of her that enjoyed being mistreated had long won. But even if it was pure torture, she still feared it far less than ... being gone forever. He pulled out of her, and played with her with his fingers. She arched, one of the few motions she was capable of with no limbs. He held her in that position by grabbing her antlers, forcing her to look up. Then she felt a new sensation in her cunny. It was not his finger, it was not his rod. It was pointy and hard. A moan escaped her. It was pleasant. But she knew what was coming. The pleasure wouldn't last. He lifted her up and placed her down on the table, resting on her chest and belly, her stumps wriggling helplessly. It was the same one he had used for the chopping. Then she felt the spike pushed into her from with force, and her head pulled back by her antlers. It tore into her. She cried out. "Do you still want this?" He asked one last time. One final chance to choose oblivion. One final chance to show mercy. "Yes!" she whimpered, despite the piercing pain. Then the spit ripped through her with unstoppable force, as he yanked her down on it by her antlers, until finally it pushed itself out of her mouth. She gagged, she tasted blood. She tried to gulp, but couldn't! The spit was there to stay, it's bloody tip right in front of her staring eyes, not moving. The hand on her antler let go, but she could still not change her body position. Perpetually arched back, her nose straight forward, she could only tremble and twitch on the wooden rod that now impaled her. Her final cry had been cut short. Now all she could utter were helpless, tiny gagging noises and very muffled moans. She needed to breathe. Her eyes teared up... ... It hurt so much.... But somehow she was still alive. Somehow some air found its way in through her nostrils. Somehow she managed to overcome the useless gag reflex and fill her lungs with just the most meager amount of precious air. Her breath was shallow - but steady. She was still alive. Slowly he turned her around, so their eyes met. "I'm gonna roast you." he told her. "And then I'm gonna eat you." She blinked. Her head twitched. It was only a hint of a nod, all that she could do impaled as she was. "I can still strangle you..." - his claws traced along her stretched, elongated, vulnerable neck. Pressed in against the pole that ran through her, so hard... Somehow the thought made a shiver run through her. Never had she felt so vulnerable. Maybe she should have given in to the forbidden thought that moment, of being snuffed in a loving, caring manner, by her lover. But the fear of death sat too deep. Her head managed to wriggle left and right, ever so slightly. Her cheeks flexed a bit as she tried a smile. No, she was not going 'to sleep'. And if it was her last defiance, it was all she could do. "You are crazy... I wish there were more like you." He spoke with a sigh. He had planned to roast her right away. Kill her, then roast her. The fire was ready. Instead, he now played with her. Pushed the spit in and out of her, as he licked the blood and juices of her sex. Oddly enough she seemed to feel pleasure from this, as he squeezed her butt with his claws. He could tell when she came by the spasming and trembling on the spit, her eyes closed in bliss. He chose that exact moment to end it, assuming it would be quick. The heat washed over her, singing, burning, wakening! He had lifted her up by the spit that had impaled her and hung her right over the fire to roast! Twitching, she could feel her juices drip down from her sex and land in the flames with a hiss. The smoke made her eyes water and burnt her throat from what little she could inhale. That was worse than the sensation of heat, as the flames licked her fur away and started to roast her flesh alive. She twitched and flexed, but she was still completely helpless on that spit of hers. She was being roasted! The realization hit her. In just a few minutes he'd eat her tender roasted flesh of her bones, just like he had done with her arms and legs. Except this time it wasn't a chopped off dead part, this time it was her! The thought should have filled her with desperation, instead somehow it filled her with determination. She wanted it. She wished she could see it. Feel it. Be it. Not to give in to death at all, she wanted to be with him until there was literally nothing left of her. And then - be part of him? It didn't matter. She was being roasted, burnt, and the smoke invaded her lungs. She wanted to cough, but all she could do was writhe and squirm on that stick helplessly. Was he watching? Was he enjoying her struggles? Somehow the thought turned her on and she intensified her thrusts, humping the spit that had impaled her for as long as she could, as if she could fight the flames that way. She wouldn't give up now and succumb to smoke and heat just like that. Not if she could still give him a show. Not if she could still steal at least one final climax from that rod that had impaled her so mercilessly, the only thing around her that was not burning hot. Clenching her eyes against head and smoke, she humped the spit, trying to defy both flames and the pain. Lupus watched in unhidden fascination. He wouldn't have done this to her, if she had not insisted, but seeing her writhe in the flames in a struggle driven by desperation and desire, he gave himself guilty strokes and gave in to the sadistic show, as her chest heaved and her broken body tried so desperately to inhale some fresh air, yet all there was was hot flames and acrid smoke. Her struggles became weaker, then he watched one final shudder go through her, watched her little cunny clench around the spit that her wetness had drenched by now. He, too, came, just as she stopped moving. Spilling his seed partly over her and partly into the flames, he knew it was time to get to business with his dinner. Reassured that she was now finally beyond suffering and pain, he picked his roast up and lowered her deep down into the heat. It was much hotter there and the flames licked over her delicious body. The heat was so strong it nearly singed his fingers and the embers glowed red hot, to roast her for real. Still feeling for her, he didn't want to ruin her pretty face, so he kept her head up, where it was still cool enough to hold on to the spit. But her rump on the other hand was soon hissing and sizzling, just as the end of the wooden spit started smoking and turned black as charcoal. He slowly turned her around her impaling axis, exposed both her butt cheeks, then her delicate sex, then her tail, alternating between back and belly, to the singing heat, until her skin turned brown and cracked. Until the fat within her sizzled and oozed, dripping into the flame with small hissing puffs, and a delicious smell of roasted Jackalope wafted up that mixed with the scent of the burning wood and made his mouth water. The roast was cooked decidedly uneven. Her head was still raw, since that was where he was holding on to the spit. He preferred it that way, he had vague ideas of keeping her as a trophy. Her bottom, along with her leg stumps were definitely done, and he didn't want her meat to burn. He pulled her out and placed her once more on the table. A wet cloth allowed him to grasp the charred end of the spit and pull. Pulling and tugging, it took some effort to work the spit out. With a wet, sucking sound, it finally came free, and he tossed it into the fire, already charred on one end, bloody in the middle. A mechanical gasp escaped his roasted Jackalope, as her body snapped back into a more natural pose. But he saw and expected no sign of life. Drawn by the delicious smell, he held on to her delicate roasted hips and started eating. Biting sizable chunks of roasted Jackalope out of her inner thighs, barely chewing the tender and juicy treat, he slowly worked his way towards her glistening pussy, now wet with molten meat juice from within and a delicious brown. Fighting against smoke heat, Suomi had felt herself cum, but seconds after that, the strain had just been too much. She had not felt or perceived anything during the roasting. Even now, it took a few moments for her brain to realize that it was not yet over. That she was in fact still there. But there, deep inside her charred body, she was. The sensation of the stick being yanked out of her helped pull her back. It filled her burning lungs with fresh, cool air, and the shadowing mists that had engulfed her mind slowly faded away. She could feel again. For a moment she just rested, eyes closed and did nothing. But then she felt a weird tugging sensation. Her whole body felt oddly tight and numb and hot, but in her state she couldn't actually feel Lupus teeth pierce her thoroughly roasted skin. But the tugging, as he ripped away a mouthful to chew and gulp down, that she somehow felt. A gasp escaped her, as she saw her wildest fantasies come true. Here he was, the scary wolf, taking bite after bite out of her thighs. Just like in her dreams. And just like in her dreams it did not even hurt. He looked up, and to his big surprise, he saw her awake. Eyes open. How was this possible? "You... are... eating me..." She whispered with a smile. He smiled back. "I told you I would. You ... you didn't go to sleep." He still could barely believe it. She chuckled, then gasped as she saw his maw close once more for a bit, this time on her other thigh. Oh how much she loved being his dinner, seeing his teeth dig into her juicy, roasted thighs, that barely felt anything at that point. A moan escaped her, and he had not even gotten to the best part. He kept that best part deliberately for last. First, he ate most of her leg stumps, until her naked thigh bones stuck out white from her exposed, torn, roasted meat, then he bit into her buttocks, savouring the juicy, fatty meat, while she whimpered in corrupted bliss. Her meat was numb, she felt no pain, but she felt him move her, handle her, tug and squeeze her as he chewed. Her roasted pussy twitched, nether lips cracked but still swollen, still gaping slightly open from where the spit had gone through her. A few drops of liquids that he could not tell if they were molten fat and meat juices or a sign of her arousal. Maybe both. He licked it off her, tasting her delicious jackalope taste. That sight nearly drove her insane "Oh... oh Lupus... Eat me!" she begged, trembling, shivering. She watched in anticipation, as e opened his mouth wide, then took her sex into his mouth as deep as he could, pushing his tongue deep into her. A hint of blood mixed with the taste of her sex and her roasted meast. She moaned and arched in his grasp. Ever so slowly, he closed his maw, and as his teeth squeezed her flesh, such that plenty of delicious juices were squeezed out of her and into his mouth. Their eyes once again met. She stared at him, could not take her eyes away from this sight. He smiled and squeezed his jaws more, causing her to tense and moan. "Aaaahh.... Yes. Chew me!" she begged. What little she could still feel down there she seemed to utterly enjoy. He, himself was aroused beyond measure, but his erection was hidden from sight under the table. He never had felt this excited with the simple act of enjoying a meal. She was far from being his first Jackalope. But she was the first Jackalope that was still alive at this point. And the very first that ever enjoyed it and wanted him to do the things to her that a predator did to his prey after he - usually - had killed it. Still he hesitated, took it slowly as he squeezed his fangs into her, making sure the sensations would not suddenly turn into agony. But that was not the case. She moaned and whimpered, but those were sounds of pleasure. And he was so hungry, yet he did not want to finish this single most delicious piece of his meal yet. He suppressed the feral urge to bite through, yank his head back and swallow, and instead opened his mouth again, only to chew once again, and again. Savouring his one single delicious bite while it was still part of her. Each time, what once used to be her sex became rendered meal more and more thorroughly. Pointy teeth punctured her nethers, pulled and ripped her clit, and squeezed her delicate folds to pulp. But what little sensation she had at all, what would have been utter agony was now just enough to stimulate her into a frenzy that matched his. Finally he couldn't hold back any longer, he bit hard and pulled, growling ferociously. Ripping her cooked flesh and baked skin. Her thoroughly chewed nethers remained in his mouth, released the last of their flavour, then were finally gulped down. Suomi let out a weak scream, arching, quivering, sporting a large hole in her lower belly now, where her most delicate spot had once been. It was her last orgasm, he knew that. And he, too, released his seed, covering the underside of his table with his mess. Then he turned feral. The ruined writhing body of the little Jackalope , partially roasted, and wholly delicious triggered all of his instincts. And he had no way to keep her alive after what he had done. All he could do was fulfill her wish and indeed eat her, eat her up, before she was gone. Until there was nothing left. She moaned and screamed, half delirious, half in ecstasy, squirming and trembling, as bite after bite was taken out of her. He ate her entrails, her belly, her back, ate roasted meat, ate cooked meat, ate meat that was still raw. Drank meat juices, molten fat, even blood and viscera. When he finally emerged from his feral rush, there was not much left of her. Unable to speak or move, barely more than a bust, her remains just quivered. Her eyes had trouble focusing, but her gaze was still on him and full of love for her caring predator. "You were delicious." He told her, and she smiled. A last smile, that slowly froze on her face as her gaze broke and she faded away. She could not stay longer. There was not enough left of her to keep her. But he had not sent her away, and... for the short time, in a way she had had a fulfilled life with him. A purpose. Even if it was to keep him fed. The last thing her eyes saw was his knife, as he chopped swiftly through her neck. Keeping her head as a keepsake. She didn't feel the cut anymore. Lupus put the detached head on the table. Even in death she still had that loving, happy smile for him. Her gaze still focused on where his face had been in her last moment. He smiled back, a tiny tear in his eye, then he put what little was left of her body on the grill. She did taste better cooked after all.