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"description": "Saki, the hungry intersex male foxcoon ran afoul of the wrong bear and became a part of his larder of winter food. A sadistic homesteader with a penchant for old sea shanties, takes his time parting out Saki into his choice components. Brutal and agonized, see what Saki has coming to him in this story of survival and regret.\n\nWarning, contains:\n- Butchery, Gore, Blood, Snuff\n- M/Intersex Male Sex\n- Torture, Sadism\n- Non-Con\n\n-----\n\nA commission for Saki, who wanted her intersex male foxcoon brutalized and butchered by a big bad bruin. Who am I to say no to such a ruinable face like that? I had way too much fun with this one, though my one-off attempt at giving the bear some character turned into a thread through the entire story. I took a liking to the song but realized that the lyrics weren't available online, so I had to spend some time transcribing from audio. Wheeeee! Enjoy, Saki, stay out of farms you don't belong in... or y'know... do if you wanna get caught. ;3 ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Saki, the hungry intersex male foxcoon ran afoul of the wrong bear and became a part of his larder of winter food. A sadistic homesteader with a penchant for old sea shanties, takes his time parting out Saki into his choice components. Brutal and agonized, see what Saki has coming to him in this story of survival and regret.

Warning, contains:
- Butchery, Gore, Blood, Snuff
- M/Intersex Male Sex
- Torture, Sadism
- Non-Con

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A commission for Saki, who wanted her intersex male foxcoon brutalized and butchered by a big bad bruin. Who am I to say no to such a ruinable face like that? I had way too much fun with this one, though my one-off attempt at giving the bear some character turned into a thread through the entire story. I took a liking to the song but realized that the lyrics weren't available online, so I had to spend some time transcribing from audio. Wheeeee! Enjoy, Saki, stay out of farms you don't belong in... or y'know... do if you wanna get caught. ;3 ", "writing": "It all happened so fast, the gentle pink and yellow furred Foxcoon could only piece together snippets of memory that led up to this point. He was hungry, living life out in the woods was never easy for a small mammal, and now more than ever forage was getting hard. The allure of a small patch of vegetables caught his eye. They sat on the other side of a fence, on a plot of mountainside farmland that must belong to some homesteader out in the woods. There was no smoke in the chimney nor sign of life inside the cabin, so Saki assumed it would be easy pickings. He grabbed the wicker basket and began to dig, pulling up thick and lovely carrots, rich onions and hearty potatoes, placing the stolen goods neatly in the wicker basket. That's the last thing he could remember.\n\nA cold crack to the back of the head from a rifle butt would have him seeing stars. In his daze the Foxcoon hit the ground hard, managing to turn his head enough to see a towering, wild-eyed grizzly bear looming over her. He remembered crying out, the bear looking down at the vegetables in his basket, growling something about being a thief before another crack of the rifle butt hit him square in the face. His memory was foggy after that. The sensation of his clothes being torn, the bear amused that his fresh catch had on a pair of soft lacy panties covering over a tender crease, not exactly what the bear was expecting but nonetheless unwelcome as his fingers slowly prodded into the semiconscious boy's folds to explore. He remembered, if vaguely, the bear huffing in his face as he plowed her hole deep, his sensations addled by a mix of forced lust and the concussion. He could recall the sensation of being hefted up onto that broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his legs dangling down, dripping with his cum and the cum of his captor.\n\nHe would awaken in a cold, dark room, sitting on a stone floor. He sat with his back to a wooden beam wrapped in sheet iron. A semicircular metal collar was fitted around his neck and secured behind the beam, allowing him to sit, or at most to stand up, but there would be no moving about the dark basement room. As he recalled all the events that led to his imprisonment, Saki quietly reached a hand down to his torn pants, feeling against his raw and abused folds. There was no mistaking the warm, gooey cum deep inside his body, not to mention his own orgasm that had been forced out of him. His whimpers turned to a soft drip of tears as he broke down crying quietly to himself. That was his next mistake.\n\n``I don't wanna hear it, yeh filthy thief.'' The bear growled audibly through the wooden floors above Saki. The homestead was simple, the site the home of a pioneer family dating back three generations. ``You come out here and ruin my crop. Don't worry slut... you're gonna pay me back for trying to take what's mine.'' With that, Saki broke down, his sobs becoming loud sniffling whimpers as he tried for the first time to reason with the hulking beast.\n\n``Please! Please Sir, I'm sorry! I... I was hungry, I didn't mean to! You... you let me go please... You had your fun with me, I won't tell anyone!'' The bear moved overhead, his heavy feet tromping down the stone staircase built into the foundation of the homestead shack and coming into view across the small basement.\n\n``Oh you were hungry were ya? Heh. What do you think this farm is for me? Just some fun? You were stealin' my only food, boy.'' He walked over to Saki with determination, a heavy open bear paw rearing back as he did. Saki quickly found himself staring at the wall of the basement, three crimson claw marks gashed into his cheek which only made him break down harder. Or perhaps it was what he saw by the wall that made him cry. The bear grabbed his head, shoving it back against the post so he had to look at what appeared to be a pile of discarded bones, the unique shape of the skulls intermingled with ribs and long bones on the ground clear that they once belonged to people. ``No slut. Winter is a long fucking time. You're gonna make sure I survive it. Don't worry though... I ain't no idiot. Yer gonna be parted out for me. Meat don't stay fresh without one'a them refrigerators up here.'' \n\nHe growled in the terrified Foxcoon's face, licking slowly along the wounds he left. ``...you said yer hungry, so I'll feed you. Mmm... and if anything.'' His claws dipped down to the boy's folds, carefully prying the swollen lips apart, a single claw teasing up until it circled his clit and popped it from under the hood. ``I know you'll like it, if you cum half as hard as you did while you were out cold.'' His fingers slowly pushed inside the already abused hole, enjoying how easily they yielded to his explorations, the clawed tips sticky and messy as he explored those folds. ``You just relax and let papa bear part you out, boy... until every... cut... is mine.'' The last word was punctuated by the sensation of him shoving three fingers deep into Saki's tender folds before drawing them back out again and wiping them off on his face. \n\nThe bear grunted as he stood, his body easily eight feet tall and broad as a barn door. Compared to the slight build of Saki's frame, he could probably start snapping ribs or breaking bones with ease. But this bear was not about to turn Saki into a pulp, when so much meat was available still on the hoof. He shuffled over to the other side of the room, humming the melody to some sea shanty folk song. While Saki lay whimpering at the foot of the post, the bruin readied his tools with the practiced ease of a veterinarian, laying out a rolled up set of butcher's instruments and a dogeared medical kit that's seen better days. However, Saki couldn't help but be surprised, and horrified as he saw what was being removed from the kit. A saline drip bag, several vials and needles, bandages that had been cleaned and neatly folded. It looked far too professional for a mountain man, even if a little slipshod.\n\n``Oh the hog eye sailors roll and go, when they come down tae Saint Francis go.'' The bear sung out of tune to a fiddle playing only in his head as he picked up four lengths of rubber tubing. ``With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hog eye.'' The bear grabbed at Saki's right arm, the poor Foxcoon trying to yank it back as he felt the tube looped and slipped around his wrist, before it was twisted and tightened into a tourniquet. The bear would repeat the process on the left wrist, then down to both ankles, the sudden change in pressure causing Saki's head to pound. The bruin growled and slapped at Saki's hand the moment he tried to reach for one of the ligatures. ``You fucking touch that and you'll die without another orgasm, slut.'' Spattering gobs of filthy spit landed on Saki's face as he slowly lowered his hand, the fingertips turning purple already from the lack of blood flow.\n\n``Y... yes... Sir...''\n\n``Good boy.'' The beast almost let out a smile you'd expect from a friendly lumberjack as he turned back to collect his tools, ``You roll ashore with a hog-eye oh, she wants a hog eye man.'' The bear seemed lost in his own personal world as he brought a scalpel and bone saw over. It all happened so fast, with a precision you would expect from a butcher. He set the bone saw aside for now, before yanking Saki's right hand out in front of him. The young Foxcoon watched in horror as the scalpel sliced into the meat of his wrist, a sickly POP POP POP as each tendon severed, the thin bands of sinew retracting and coiling up as they severed. Blood drooled down his firmly held wrist just as the pain struck. He would scream, cry, jerk his arms back, even kick one of his legs at the horrid beast. But the bear had a tight grip, and the struggling little slut could do nothing but choke himself on the neck-shackle he was stuck in.\n\nThe bear sliced down to the bone, carving flesh, blood vessels and tendons alike, until he had carved a clean slice all the way around, leaving Saki's hand limp and useless as could be. The screaming critter tried in vain to do anything to relieve his torment, his head banging against the pole as the bone saw was pressed into the fresh wound and began to carve through the arm bones with ease, each stroke underscoring the melody of that song he wouldn't stop singing. ``Pay up in hand and primed is he, he'll spend his money fast and free. With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hog eye-yo.'' The pain became immense, overwhelming, as Saki watched his hand finally sever from his body and plop helplessly onto his lap. As the bear let go of his arm, Saki was left to stare right at the stump, blood and exposed bone marrow surrounded by meat. His meat. His breathing quickened to hyperventilation, face turning ashen underneath the pink and yellow fur. His last thought was a plea to try and tough through the pain, just as the bear began to carve into his other wrist. As the bone saw bit once again, Saki mercifully blacked out.\n\nHe would awaken hours later, still restrained by the neck. The ordeal had caused him to piss himself, leaving the poor boy crumpled in a puddle of his own urine on the floor. But as he examined the damage done he couldn't help but begin to sob. Both arms and legs were amputated at the wrists and ankles, the stumps bandaged tight and a single IV drip slowly draining into his right arm - antibiotics but no painkillers, that would be too kind to a filthy thief. As Saki inhaled sharply, letting loose his sobbing mind, he was met with a strange scent hitting his nose. Pork? No... different, more gamey. Turning his head in the restraint he saw the metal bowl at his side. In it was a goulash of sorts. Carrots, potatoes, onions... and meat. Stringy. Gamey. He didn't need to be told what it was to know exactly where it came from. As he broke down in his own personal hell, the bear began to sing again from upstairs. ``He'll go ashore where the girls do dwell, he'll hoist `em high and ring their bells! With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hog eye...''\n\nDays would pass as the weather grew cold, a shivering chill biting to Saki's core as he lay helpless in the basement of the homestead shack. Up at dawn, a raw fuck in the morning or if he was feeling generous a throat fuck for the poor boy. On Sundays, perhaps out of kindness, perhaps out of cruel mockery, he would force a single orgasm out of his plaything. But for the most part the bear would leave Saki be, tending and harvesting his fall crop, which soon piled up around the poor boy. The basement was a larder. And the Foxcoon was officially part of the stock. Days passed into weeks, until one day Saki was woken by the sound of the gruff bear dragging a nondescript metal box across his basement floor. For the longest time it just seemed like storage or perhaps a safe? But as he squared it off to Saki, grunting and huffing as metal scraped on stone, the captive realized he was staring at his next torture.\n\nA large woodfired smoker box, passed down in the family for generations, now stood before him. Once more the bear began to hum that horrid tune. It wasn't often he did, but when he sung it, he would get violent with Saki. By now he knew to fear it well, but it was when the bear began to set out his tools that Saki broke down and started to wail.\n\n``P... PLEASE! PLEASE SIR, NO!'' His wails cried out, hoping that they would do something, anything to soften the grizzled beast's heart. As he picked up the familiar rubber tubing again the bear turned to the pitiful Foxcoon and lashed out, striking him hard enough in the gut to make the boy choke and sputter, nearly vomiting.\n\n``You know good and well why yer here, boy. Maybe I should remove that tongue too, so the meat can't try an' sweet talk me no more.'' The bear growled, slipping the ligature around Saki's right leg, all the way up to the hip before tightening it, twisting the device until he was sure it cinched off the femoral artery. As he did the same to the other, Saki's blubbering grew louder, shaking his head as he pleaded.\n\n``I... I'll suck you... I'll do anything, Sir... p-p... please...''\n\n``Yeh just threw away any niceties today... Hope you can cum from getting fucked up the ass, because I'm leavin' that pussy dry boy.'' He growled cinching up the second ligature tight before returning with scalpel and bone saw in the same horrific fashion as before. The bear needed a moment to steady his own mind, humming his favorite tune to himself to blank his mind for the act to come. Saki lay speechless, his thighs and calves slowly turning purple as the bear growled out, soft at first, then louder, ``And Sally's in the garden shellin' peas, a little hull guy sittin' on her knee. With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hog eye. You roll ashore with a hog-eye oh, she wants a hog eye man.''\n\nSaki braced himself best he could, closing his eyes just as the scalpel bit into his thigh. Compared to carving his wrists this was a laborious process, slicing through flesh and internal fascia until the scalpel blade finally nicked bone. The Foxcoon gritted his teeth as best he could, trying not to scream. It wasn't until he felt the bone saw vibrating the entirety of his thigh and hip that he snapped and let out an agonized wail, sniveling at the welled up pain. To his merit, the bear was quick with the process, severing through the last of the bone and setting aside the first leg, before moving on to the second. For nearly ten agonizing minutes Saki had to endure the cruel vivisection as his lower limbs were removed, both thighs and calves carefully sliced off leaving the poor boy with a stump of an ass to balance precariously on. As he finished up, the grizzly gave a little tighten to the ligatures to make sure they would hold, and a gentle pat to Saki's cheek. ``Yer a quick learner, meat... you didn't feint this time... too bad yer not gonna like what comes next.''\n\nThere wouldn't be any bandaging yet. Instead, Saki got to watch in horror as he reached down between his thighs and began to stroke off his already aroused cock. A low, sensual growl followed the curling snarl across his face as he reached down to grip Saki's taught rump and tug it out. This action yanked Saki's throat hard against his neck restraint, causing the poor boy to rasp and gasp. A moment later the cruel bruin was positioning himself against the poor boy's ass, no heed for the raw, bloody stumps that were wriggling frantically in pain and even more so from the sudden lack of air. Without any care, he pushed hard into Saki's ass, growling as he felt the tight hole clench around his cock in response to the invasion.\n\n``Nnngh! A...AHH~!'' The little Foxcoon felt like the bear would tear him in two as he plunged in raw and unlubed. Until now the rape had been bearable at least, and his tender cunt could get wet enough to enjoy it. But with the horrid mix of the bear raping his virgin ass, and his thighs slapping hard against Saki's raw and bloody stumps, Saki couldn't contain himself any longer, thrashing himself forward against the . The bear plowed hard into that tight ass, using both his hands to yank Saki back onto his shaft with each hard thrust, at the same time throttling the poor victim against the metal collar until he started to see stars.\n\n``Yeahhhh... fuck you're tight... you like that too, you little thieving slut... bet you regret taking my harvest now don'cha.'' The dirty talk was practically dripping with proud gloating as Saki felt his windpipe starting to bruise against the metal collar, his raw stumps of legs leaving smears of blood along the bear's thighs, his cock quickly smearing with red as the raw pounding ruined Saki's poor ass, the massive bear cock quickly tearing the poor hole to raw shreds. The only mercy the Foxcoon would get was a relatively quick orgasm, his bruin captor not taking it slow as he used the poor boy like a fleshlight. Half-dead, choked and bruised against the metal collar, Saki felt the thick throb of the bear's cock before the orgasm finally hit, a snorting grunt in his face as the bear thrust through his orgasm, leaving poor Saki's quivering, wailing body to spasm and twitch uselessly as he tried to regain his breath. The bear would only stop when his cock softened to half-chub, slopping out the poor boy's ass with a wet pop. He looked down at the filthy, blood-soaked shaft, his captive's ass gaping and leaking blood onto the floor, and simply stood up again, shoving his groin right in Saki's face and growling, ``Clean up yer mess, slut.''\n\nSaki needed a moment to process the command, but his weeks of pain and rape had finally broken him enough that a buttery soft tongue lapped out without any hesitation, trying his best to clean the blood from his instrument of torture. Satisfied, the bear growled, picking up both of the Foxcoon's legs off the floor, forcing Saki to watch as he pierced each one through a meat hook in the old smoker box. ``Been eyeing up these thighs'a yers, boy. Gonna make beautiful hams fer me. One fer Christmas dinner... one fer Easter...'' He smiled a wicked grin as he closed the door and set a pile of wood chips and shavings into the smoker box. Once the smoldering fire was lit, he turned back to finally attend to Saki's wounds, bandaging each one up and inserting another drip IV of antibiotics into Saki's body - meat doesn't get painkillers. ``Not that ye'll live ta' see either.'' And like that, the bear sauntered back up the staircase and out of the house, humming the same tune he had before. Saki realized quickly that there wasn't any proper ventilation to the smoker as he lay there helpless, the basement quickly becoming hot and noxious with smoke. His eyes watered and his already strained breathing became unbearable as he would smoke alongside his own two hams.\n\nUnluckily for Saki, the process would not kill him. As with everything the bear did, it was designed to keep him alive and suffering for as long as possible. Saki would awake every morning to see the two beautiful smoked ``country hams'' that once were his legs hanging on meat hooks strung from the rafters. In the weeks after losing his legs Saki would find himself being carefully parted out over the course of a few weeks. First his forearms, hacked through at the elbow with a cleaver and turned into a rustic stew to be served over a dropped batter egg noodle. The upper arms would be taken before the stumps had time to heal, poor Saki made to feel the beastly brute dislocate each arm in turn, cutting into the flesh until the smooth bone slipped clean from the shoulder joint. The grizzly bear made his victim suck his cock after removing the last ounce autonomy, chuckling how he wasn't done breaking down the poor boy.\n\nHe was right. One evening, happily drunk off his homemade still moonshine, the bear stumbled his way down to the basement singing his favorite song. Poor Saki whimpered as the beast fumbled with his knife set, before gripping a pec by the nipple and slicing a broad, thin ``steak'' off the poor boy's chest, crowned with his tender tit right in the center. The bear took his time getting around to the other one, suckling on the boy's remaining nipple, those sharp teeth biting far harder than any sexual partner had ever teased Saki's nipples, before the process was repeated. The poor raccoon was a sniveling wreck as the bear took his fresh cut steaks and promised to come back to rape his boy again. Thankfully, after satisfying his drunk munchies, the bear fell into a deep sleep. To his credit, he kicked himself for leaving the Foxcoon unbandaged and untended, though he couldn't help using his powerful claws to explore the exposed muscle and comment on how those ribs are going to be beautiful later.\n\n Saki would soon find how much worse it could get, his next surgery involved being unshackled from the post for the first time since his imprisonment began. The bear growled as he so lewdly used Saki's tender folds as a handle, three fingers pushed deep into his cum-slick cunt while the lower arm stabilized the poor boy. For once he could arch his back, an almost painful feeling as he was laid down on a cold metal table. The bear let himself molest the poor boy carefully. All this time he had been rough with him, but he hadn't ruined the Foxcoon's snatch. That would end today.\n\n``Mmmm... god this lil' cunt'a yers broke in so well...'' He growled softly as two fingers worked into Saki's tender folds yet again, the tips of his claws scraping and teasing at her cervix with more and more insistence, making the helpless little bitch moan and squirm his useless stumps. ``It's yer lucky day today, slut. It won't be useful fer me to feed ya and care for ya after today... the amount of food left on yer bones ain't worth it...'' Saki shook his head silently, sniffling back tears despite the insistent molesting he was receiving. ``...that's right, boy... yer gonna die fer me today. But don't worry... I'm gonna start by takin' this prime fillet and all yer tackle... stuff yer womb full'a lovely bread stuffing and make me a tender roast out'a yer tender parts.'' His other hand slowly worked up Saki's side, teasing his broad paw under the boy's quivering frame. ``I'd'a taken these here shoulder blades to smoke an' pull fer sandwiches... but I can do that when yer dead, boy...''\n\nSaki had spent so many days being broken by this horrid beast he almost didn't react to the words, his teary eyes perhaps happy that the suffering will be over, but still very much attached to his life, no matter how miserable it is right now. The bear grinned as he slowly pulled his broad fingers out of his captive's cunt, sighing to himself as he wiped them off on the boy's belly. As he went to collect his tools, that horrid song came back to his mouth, a growl low and slow as he picked up a fillet knife. ``And Jenny's in the kitchen making dough, the cheeks of her arse go chuff, chuff, chuff. With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hogeye-yo!'' It was then that Saki did something out of the ordinary after all those weeks of torture... he spoke.\n\n``P... please... you... you're going to kill me...'' His voice was quaking, broken and shy, but he knew he needed to say something... ``...please just... give me one more orgasm.''\n\n``You roll ashore with a hog-eye oh, she wants a hog eye man.'' The bear grinned as he stepped back to the table. ``...killin' off a filthy thief always puts me in a good mood... I remember when my Daddy taught me how ta' defend my harvest... oh that boy screamed for weeks.'' The bear smiled as he placed a broad hand on what remained of Saki's squirming thigh, his fingers curling as he pressed the metal blade against Saki's groin, parallel to her drippy slit. ``...I don't think you deserve it, slut. But I promise I'll fuck you one last time before you die.'' He grinned as he pushed the filleting knife into the flesh of his groin, causing the boy to squeal out helplessly, his stubby limbs struggling as the bear began to carve him like a pumpkin. It was agony, the knife blade slipping in, slicing up carefully. Saki could feel the blade deep inside his body, the metal touching the sides of his womb as a guide to cut. Up from his groin to the pubic mound, back down again and then through the taint, careful not to cut the intestines, before coming back around to the opening. Saki's panicked cries paused as he inhaled sharply at the sensation of his pussy being dislodged from his body, the whole fillet that was his mound slide down and resting on the now ruined taint.\n\nThe bear was careful as he worked his fingers into the wound, squishing aside the viscera with a practiced hand as he reached the knife inside to pare off some blood vessels and connective tissue. This would be a death sentence on its own as blood began to flow freely, something that the tourniquets prevented in previous surgeries. After a little searching he cradled the underside and slowly pulled the entire assembly out of Saki's body. Every part of his reproductive organs, from the tender outer cunt, his vagina, womb, all the way up to the ovaries dangling from their tubes, was lifted out and set down on the table next to him. The Foxcoon was breathing sharply and crying out, words failing him as the blood loss started to turn him ashen from shock. He hardly noticed the bear step around his body and calmly put a hand on his head, holding his neck bared.\n\n``I told ye' I was gonna fuck ye', slut. But that little cunt'a yers isn't gonna satisfy me any longer.'' Saki opened his mouth to say something just as the blade sunk into his throat, slicing from one side, deep to the other, the blade drawing across the bone of his neck as it severed blood vessels, his windpipe, and flesh all the same. The Foxcoon's head, without any support, fell backwards over the edge of the table as his windpipe gurgled and whistled, the breath out spattering hot blood everywhere as Saki's heart pounded in panic. His wheezing exhale stopped abruptly as the bear jammed his cock into the spasming windpipe and began to fuck it raw and hard. Saki's blood pumped with each frantic beat of his heart, the hot life fluids spattering the brown grizzly fur with deep gushes of hot blood. Of all the deaths the thief could endure, there could have been worse. But being raw-fucked down his open throat while his entire groin lay empty and gaping between his legs, was not what Saki had ever imagined.\n\nSaki's eyes began to unfocus, staring at those massive bruin feet below him, his head tilted back to the floor and already being crushed by the beast's hips. Occasionally a little huffing whistle or sputter of air would sneak out around the bear's fat cock jammed down his windpipe, but otherwise it was silence. Silence and the sound of blood flowing freely to the floor. As darkness overtook him at long last, Saki could feel the bear cum down his throat, the sensation of thick, glue-like seed filling his airways as he blacked out for good and forever. The bear rode the last spasming twitches until he started going soft inside the throat. By then, there was hardly any more blood to pump, the Foxcoon's heart barely twitching as the last dribbles of blood flowed out the open neck wound.\n\nThere would be meat for the winter this year. Saki was quickly parted out into the remaining cuts on his body. Ribs, shoulders, loin and what was left of the butt-end of his rump. True to his word, the whole of Saki's cunt became a beautiful roast, tenderized by cock and soaking with the natural juices forced out of each orgasm each day. And as the sun set on a cool homestead evening, the bear smiled digging his fork into the tender, roasted vaginal wall resting on his plate. Looking out over his farmland, he let himself indulge in a little of his favorite reel. \n\n``You roll ashore with a hog-eye oh, she wants a hog eye man.''\n\nRural Hospitality\n\nWritten by Choice Cuts Deli\n\nJune 2020 | 2327 Words\n\n(c) 2020 Choice Cuts Deli Freelance Author\n\nAll Rights Reserved\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It all happened so fast, the gentle pink and yellow furred Foxcoon could only piece together snippets of memory that led up to this point. He was hungry, living life out in the woods was never easy for a small mammal, and now more than ever forage was getting hard. The allure of a small patch of vegetables caught his eye. They sat on the other side of a fence, on a plot of mountainside farmland that must belong to some homesteader out in the woods. There was no smoke in the chimney nor sign of life inside the cabin, so Saki assumed it would be easy pickings. He grabbed the wicker basket and began to dig, pulling up thick and lovely carrots, rich onions and hearty potatoes, placing the stolen goods neatly in the wicker basket. That's the last thing he could remember.

A cold crack to the back of the head from a rifle butt would have him seeing stars. In his daze the Foxcoon hit the ground hard, managing to turn his head enough to see a towering, wild-eyed grizzly bear looming over her. He remembered crying out, the bear looking down at the vegetables in his basket, growling something about being a thief before another crack of the rifle butt hit him square in the face. His memory was foggy after that. The sensation of his clothes being torn, the bear amused that his fresh catch had on a pair of soft lacy panties covering over a tender crease, not exactly what the bear was expecting but nonetheless unwelcome as his fingers slowly prodded into the semiconscious boy's folds to explore. He remembered, if vaguely, the bear huffing in his face as he plowed her hole deep, his sensations addled by a mix of forced lust and the concussion. He could recall the sensation of being hefted up onto that broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his legs dangling down, dripping with his cum and the cum of his captor.

He would awaken in a cold, dark room, sitting on a stone floor. He sat with his back to a wooden beam wrapped in sheet iron. A semicircular metal collar was fitted around his neck and secured behind the beam, allowing him to sit, or at most to stand up, but there would be no moving about the dark basement room. As he recalled all the events that led to his imprisonment, Saki quietly reached a hand down to his torn pants, feeling against his raw and abused folds. There was no mistaking the warm, gooey cum deep inside his body, not to mention his own orgasm that had been forced out of him. His whimpers turned to a soft drip of tears as he broke down crying quietly to himself. That was his next mistake.

``I don't wanna hear it, yeh filthy thief.'' The bear growled audibly through the wooden floors above Saki. The homestead was simple, the site the home of a pioneer family dating back three generations. ``You come out here and ruin my crop. Don't worry slut... you're gonna pay me back for trying to take what's mine.'' With that, Saki broke down, his sobs becoming loud sniffling whimpers as he tried for the first time to reason with the hulking beast.

``Please! Please Sir, I'm sorry! I... I was hungry, I didn't mean to! You... you let me go please... You had your fun with me, I won't tell anyone!'' The bear moved overhead, his heavy feet tromping down the stone staircase built into the foundation of the homestead shack and coming into view across the small basement.

``Oh you were hungry were ya? Heh. What do you think this farm is for me? Just some fun? You were stealin' my only food, boy.'' He walked over to Saki with determination, a heavy open bear paw rearing back as he did. Saki quickly found himself staring at the wall of the basement, three crimson claw marks gashed into his cheek which only made him break down harder. Or perhaps it was what he saw by the wall that made him cry. The bear grabbed his head, shoving it back against the post so he had to look at what appeared to be a pile of discarded bones, the unique shape of the skulls intermingled with ribs and long bones on the ground  clear that they once belonged to people. ``No slut. Winter is a long fucking time. You're gonna make sure I survive it. Don't worry though... I ain't no idiot. Yer gonna be parted out for me. Meat don't stay fresh without one'a them refrigerators up here.''

He growled in the terrified Foxcoon's face, licking slowly along the wounds he left. ``...you said yer hungry, so I'll feed you. Mmm... and if anything.'' His claws dipped down to the boy's folds, carefully prying the swollen lips apart, a single claw teasing up until it circled his clit and popped it from under the hood. ``I know you'll like it, if you cum half as hard as you did while you were out cold.'' His fingers slowly pushed inside the already abused hole, enjoying how easily they yielded to his explorations, the clawed tips sticky and messy as he explored those folds. ``You just relax and let papa bear part you out, boy... until every... cut... is mine.'' The last word was punctuated by the sensation of him shoving three fingers deep into Saki's tender folds before drawing them back out again and wiping them off on his face.

The bear grunted as he stood, his body easily eight feet tall and broad as a barn door. Compared to the slight build of Saki's frame, he could probably start snapping ribs or breaking bones with ease. But this bear was not about to turn Saki into a pulp, when so much meat was available still on the hoof. He shuffled over to the other side of the room, humming the melody to some sea shanty folk song. While Saki lay whimpering at the foot of the post, the bruin readied his tools with the practiced ease of a veterinarian, laying out a rolled up set of butcher's instruments and a dogeared medical kit that's seen better days. However, Saki couldn't help but be surprised, and horrified as he saw what was being removed from the kit. A saline drip bag, several vials and needles, bandages that had been cleaned and neatly folded. It looked far too professional for a mountain man, even if a little slipshod.

``Oh the hog eye sailors roll and go, when they come down tae Saint Francis go.'' The bear sung out of tune to a fiddle playing only in his head as he picked up four lengths of rubber tubing. ``With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hog eye.'' The bear grabbed at Saki's right arm, the poor Foxcoon trying to yank it back as he felt the tube looped and slipped around his wrist, before it was twisted and tightened into a tourniquet. The bear would repeat the process on the left wrist, then down to both ankles, the sudden change in pressure causing Saki's head to pound. The bruin growled and slapped at Saki's hand the moment he tried to reach for one of the ligatures. ``You fucking touch that and you'll die without another orgasm, slut.'' Spattering gobs of filthy spit landed on Saki's face as he slowly lowered his hand, the fingertips turning purple already from the lack of blood flow.

``Y... yes... Sir...''

``Good boy.'' The beast almost let out a smile you'd expect from a friendly lumberjack as he turned back to collect his tools, ``You roll ashore with a hog-eye oh, she wants a hog eye man.'' The bear seemed lost in his own personal world as he brought a scalpel and bone saw over. It all happened so fast, with a precision you would expect from a butcher. He set the bone saw aside for now, before yanking Saki's right hand out in front of him. The young Foxcoon watched in horror as the scalpel sliced into the meat of his wrist, a sickly POP POP POP as each tendon severed, the thin bands of sinew retracting and coiling up as they severed. Blood drooled down his firmly held wrist just as the pain struck. He would scream, cry, jerk his arms back, even kick one of his legs at the horrid beast. But the bear had a tight grip, and the struggling little slut could do nothing but choke himself on the neck-shackle he was stuck in.

The bear sliced down to the bone, carving flesh, blood vessels and tendons alike, until he had carved a clean slice all the way around, leaving Saki's hand limp and useless as could be. The screaming critter tried in vain to do anything to relieve his torment, his head banging against the pole as the bone saw was pressed into the fresh wound and began to carve through the arm bones with ease, each stroke underscoring the melody of that song he wouldn't stop singing. ``Pay up in hand and primed is he, he'll spend his money fast and free. With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hog eye-yo.'' The pain became immense, overwhelming, as Saki watched his hand finally sever from his body and plop helplessly onto his lap. As the bear let go of his arm, Saki was left to stare right at the stump, blood and exposed bone marrow surrounded by meat. His meat. His breathing quickened to hyperventilation, face turning ashen underneath the pink and yellow fur. His last thought was a plea to try and tough through the pain, just as the bear began to carve into his other wrist. As the bone saw bit once again, Saki mercifully blacked out.

He would awaken hours later, still restrained by the neck. The ordeal had caused him to piss himself, leaving the poor boy crumpled in a puddle of his own urine on the floor. But as he examined the damage done he couldn't help but begin to sob. Both arms and legs were amputated at the wrists and ankles, the stumps bandaged tight and a single IV drip slowly draining into his right arm - antibiotics but no painkillers, that would be too kind to a filthy thief. As Saki inhaled sharply, letting loose his sobbing mind, he was met with a strange scent hitting his nose. Pork? No... different, more gamey. Turning his head in the restraint he saw the metal bowl at his side. In it was a goulash of sorts. Carrots, potatoes, onions... and meat. Stringy. Gamey. He didn't need to be told what it was to know exactly where it came from. As he broke down in his own personal hell, the bear began to sing again from upstairs. ``He'll go ashore where the girls do dwell, he'll hoist `em high and ring their bells! With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hog eye...''

Days would pass as the weather grew cold, a shivering chill biting to Saki's core as he lay helpless in the basement of the homestead shack. Up at dawn, a raw fuck in the morning or if he was feeling generous a throat fuck for the poor boy. On Sundays, perhaps out of kindness, perhaps out of cruel mockery, he would force a single orgasm out of his plaything. But for the most part the bear would leave Saki be, tending and harvesting his fall crop, which soon piled up around the poor boy. The basement was a larder. And the Foxcoon was officially part of the stock. Days passed into weeks, until one day Saki was woken by the sound of the gruff bear dragging a nondescript metal box across his basement floor. For the longest time it just seemed like storage or perhaps a safe? But as he squared it off to Saki, grunting and huffing as metal scraped on stone, the captive realized he was staring at his next torture.

A large woodfired smoker box, passed down in the family for generations, now stood before him. Once more the bear began to hum that horrid tune. It wasn't often he did, but when he sung it, he would get violent with Saki. By now he knew to fear it well, but it was when the bear began to set out his tools that Saki broke down and started to wail.

``P... PLEASE! PLEASE SIR, NO!'' His wails cried out, hoping that they would do something, anything to soften the grizzled beast's heart. As he picked up the familiar rubber tubing again the bear turned to the pitiful Foxcoon and lashed out, striking him hard enough in the gut to make the boy choke and sputter, nearly vomiting.

``You know good and well why yer here, boy. Maybe I should remove that tongue too, so the meat can't try an' sweet talk me no more.'' The bear growled, slipping the ligature around Saki's right leg, all the way up to the hip before tightening it, twisting the device until he was sure it cinched off the femoral artery. As he did the same to the other, Saki's blubbering grew louder, shaking his head as he pleaded.

``I... I'll suck you... I'll do anything, Sir... p-p... please...''

``Yeh just threw away any niceties today... Hope you can cum from getting fucked up the ass, because I'm leavin' that pussy dry boy.'' He growled cinching up the second ligature tight before returning with scalpel and bone saw in the same horrific fashion as before. The bear needed a moment to steady his own mind, humming his favorite tune to himself to blank his mind for the act to come. Saki lay speechless, his thighs and calves slowly turning purple as the bear growled out, soft at first, then louder, ``And Sally's in the garden shellin' peas, a little hull guy sittin' on her knee. With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hog eye. You roll ashore with a hog-eye oh, she wants a hog eye man.''

Saki braced himself best he could, closing his eyes just as the scalpel bit into his thigh. Compared to carving his wrists this was a laborious process, slicing through flesh and internal fascia until the scalpel blade finally nicked bone. The Foxcoon gritted his teeth as best he could, trying not to scream. It wasn't until he felt the bone saw vibrating the entirety of his thigh and hip that he snapped and let out an agonized wail, sniveling at the welled up pain. To his merit, the bear was quick with the process, severing through the last of the bone and setting aside the first leg, before moving on to the second. For nearly ten agonizing minutes Saki had to endure the cruel vivisection as his lower limbs were removed, both thighs and calves carefully sliced off leaving the poor boy with a stump of an ass to balance precariously on. As he finished up, the grizzly gave a little tighten to the ligatures to make sure they would hold, and a gentle pat to Saki's cheek. ``Yer a quick learner, meat... you didn't feint this time... too bad yer not gonna like what comes next.''

There wouldn't be any bandaging yet. Instead, Saki got to watch in horror as he reached down between his thighs and began to stroke off his already aroused cock. A low, sensual growl followed the curling snarl across his face as he reached down to grip Saki's taught rump and tug it out. This action yanked Saki's throat hard against his neck restraint, causing the poor boy to rasp and gasp. A moment later the cruel bruin was positioning himself against the poor boy's ass, no heed for the raw, bloody stumps that were wriggling frantically in pain and even more so from the sudden lack of air. Without any care, he pushed hard into Saki's ass, growling as he felt the tight hole clench around his cock in response to the invasion.

``Nnngh! A...AHH~!'' The little Foxcoon felt like the bear would tear him in two as he plunged in raw and unlubed. Until now the rape had been bearable at least, and his tender cunt could get wet enough to enjoy it. But with the horrid mix of the bear raping his virgin ass, and his thighs slapping hard against Saki's raw and bloody stumps, Saki couldn't contain himself any longer, thrashing himself forward against the . The bear plowed hard into that tight ass, using both his hands to yank Saki back onto his shaft with each hard thrust, at the same time throttling the poor victim against the metal collar until he started to see stars.

``Yeahhhh... fuck you're tight... you like that too, you little thieving slut... bet you regret taking my harvest now don'cha.'' The dirty talk was practically dripping with proud gloating as Saki felt his windpipe starting to bruise against the metal collar, his raw stumps of legs leaving smears of blood along the bear's thighs, his cock quickly smearing with red as the raw pounding ruined Saki's poor ass, the massive bear cock quickly tearing the poor hole to raw shreds. The only mercy the Foxcoon would get was a relatively quick orgasm, his bruin captor not taking it slow as he used the poor boy like a fleshlight. Half-dead, choked and bruised against the metal collar, Saki felt the thick throb of the bear's cock before the orgasm finally hit, a snorting grunt in his face as the bear thrust through his orgasm, leaving poor Saki's quivering, wailing body to spasm and twitch uselessly as he tried to regain his breath. The bear would only stop when his cock softened to half-chub, slopping out the poor boy's ass with a wet pop. He looked down at the filthy, blood-soaked shaft, his captive's ass gaping and leaking blood onto the floor, and simply stood up again, shoving his groin right in Saki's face and growling, ``Clean up yer mess, slut.''

Saki needed a moment to process the command, but his weeks of pain and rape had finally broken him enough that a buttery soft tongue lapped out without any hesitation, trying his best to clean the blood from his instrument of torture. Satisfied, the bear growled, picking up both of the Foxcoon's legs off the floor, forcing Saki to watch as he pierced each one through a meat hook in the old smoker box. ``Been eyeing up these thighs'a yers, boy. Gonna make beautiful hams fer me. One fer Christmas dinner... one fer Easter...'' He smiled a wicked grin as he closed the door and set a pile of wood chips and shavings into the smoker box. Once the smoldering fire was lit, he turned back to finally attend to Saki's wounds, bandaging each one up and inserting another drip IV of antibiotics into Saki's body - meat doesn't get painkillers. ``Not that ye'll live ta' see either.'' And like that, the bear sauntered back up the staircase and out of the house, humming the same tune he had before. Saki realized quickly that there wasn't any proper ventilation to the smoker as he lay there helpless, the basement quickly becoming hot and noxious with smoke. His eyes watered and his already strained breathing became unbearable as he would smoke alongside his own two hams.

Unluckily for Saki, the process would not kill him. As with everything the bear did, it was designed to keep him alive and suffering for as long as possible. Saki would awake every morning to see the two beautiful smoked ``country hams'' that once were his legs hanging on meat hooks strung from the rafters. In the weeks after losing his legs Saki would find himself being carefully parted out over the course of a few weeks. First his forearms, hacked through at the elbow with a cleaver and turned into a rustic stew to be served over a dropped batter egg noodle. The upper arms would be taken before the stumps had time to heal, poor Saki made to feel the beastly brute dislocate each arm in turn, cutting into the flesh until the smooth bone slipped clean from the shoulder joint. The grizzly bear made his victim suck his cock after removing the last ounce autonomy, chuckling how he wasn't done breaking down the poor boy.

He was right. One evening, happily drunk off his homemade still moonshine, the bear stumbled his way down to the basement singing his favorite song. Poor Saki whimpered as the beast fumbled with his knife set, before gripping a pec by the nipple and slicing a broad, thin ``steak'' off the poor boy's chest, crowned with his tender tit right in the center. The bear took his time getting around to the other one, suckling on the boy's remaining nipple, those sharp teeth biting far harder than any sexual partner had ever teased Saki's nipples, before the process was repeated. The poor raccoon was a sniveling wreck as the bear took his fresh cut steaks and promised to come back to rape his boy again. Thankfully, after satisfying his drunk munchies, the bear fell into a deep sleep. To his credit, he kicked himself for leaving the Foxcoon unbandaged and untended, though he couldn't help using his powerful claws to explore the exposed muscle and comment on how those ribs are going to be beautiful later.

 Saki would soon find how much worse it could get, his next surgery involved being unshackled from the post for the first time since his imprisonment began. The bear growled as he so lewdly used Saki's tender folds as a handle, three fingers pushed deep into his cum-slick cunt while the lower arm stabilized the poor boy. For once he could arch his back, an almost painful feeling as he was laid down on a cold metal table. The bear let himself molest the poor boy carefully. All this time he had been rough with him, but he hadn't ruined the Foxcoon's snatch. That would end today.

``Mmmm... god this lil' cunt'a yers broke in so well...'' He growled softly as two fingers worked into Saki's tender folds yet again, the tips of his claws scraping and teasing at her cervix with more and more insistence, making the helpless little bitch moan and squirm his useless stumps. ``It's yer lucky day today, slut. It won't be useful fer me to feed ya and care for ya after today... the amount of food left on yer bones ain't worth it...'' Saki shook his head silently, sniffling back tears despite the insistent molesting he was receiving. ``...that's right, boy... yer gonna die fer me today. But don't worry... I'm gonna start by takin' this prime fillet and all yer tackle... stuff yer womb full'a lovely bread stuffing and make me a tender roast out'a yer tender parts.'' His other hand slowly worked up Saki's side, teasing his broad paw under the boy's quivering frame. ``I'd'a taken these here shoulder blades to smoke an' pull fer sandwiches... but I can do that when yer dead, boy...''

Saki had spent so many days being broken by this horrid beast he almost didn't react to the words, his teary eyes perhaps happy that the suffering will be over, but still very much attached to his life, no matter how miserable it is right now. The bear grinned as he slowly pulled his broad fingers out of his captive's cunt, sighing to himself as he wiped them off on the boy's belly. As he went to collect his tools, that horrid song came back to his mouth, a growl low and slow as he picked up a fillet knife. ``And Jenny's in the kitchen making dough, the cheeks of her arse go chuff, chuff, chuff. With a hog eye! Railroad navvy with a hogeye-yo!'' It was then that Saki did something out of the ordinary after all those weeks of torture... he spoke.

``P... please... you... you're going to kill me...'' His voice was quaking, broken and shy, but he knew he needed to say something... ``...please just... give me one more orgasm.''

``You roll ashore with a hog-eye oh, she wants a hog eye man.'' The bear grinned as he stepped back to the table. ``...killin' off a filthy thief always puts me in a good mood... I remember when my Daddy taught me how ta' defend my harvest... oh that boy screamed for weeks.'' The bear smiled as he placed a broad hand on what remained of Saki's squirming thigh, his fingers curling as he pressed the metal blade against Saki's groin, parallel to her drippy slit. ``...I don't think you deserve it, slut. But I promise I'll fuck you one last time before you die.'' He grinned as he pushed the filleting knife into the flesh of his groin, causing the boy to squeal out helplessly, his stubby limbs struggling as the bear began to carve him like a pumpkin. It was agony, the knife blade slipping in, slicing up carefully. Saki could feel the blade deep inside his body, the metal touching the sides of his womb as a guide to cut. Up from his groin to the pubic mound, back down again and then through the taint, careful not to cut the intestines, before coming back around to the opening. Saki's panicked cries paused as he inhaled sharply at the sensation of his pussy being dislodged from his body, the whole fillet that was his mound slide down and resting on the now ruined taint.

The bear was careful as he worked his fingers into the wound, squishing aside the viscera with a practiced hand as he reached the knife inside to pare off some blood vessels and connective tissue. This would be a death sentence on its own as blood began to flow freely, something that the tourniquets prevented in previous surgeries. After a little searching he cradled the underside and slowly pulled the entire assembly out of Saki's body. Every part of his reproductive organs, from the tender outer cunt, his vagina, womb, all the way up to the ovaries dangling from their tubes, was lifted out and set down on the table next to him. The Foxcoon was breathing sharply and crying out, words failing him as the blood loss started to turn him ashen from shock. He hardly noticed the bear step around his body and calmly put a hand on his head, holding his neck bared.

``I told ye' I was gonna fuck ye', slut. But that little cunt'a yers isn't gonna satisfy me any longer.'' Saki opened his mouth to say something just as the blade sunk into his throat, slicing from one side, deep to the other, the blade drawing across the bone of his neck as it severed blood vessels, his windpipe, and flesh all the same. The Foxcoon's head, without any support, fell backwards over the edge of the table as his windpipe gurgled and whistled, the breath out spattering hot blood everywhere as Saki's heart pounded in panic. His wheezing exhale stopped abruptly as the bear jammed his cock into the spasming windpipe and began to fuck it raw and hard. Saki's blood pumped with each frantic beat of his heart, the hot life fluids spattering the brown grizzly fur with deep gushes of hot blood. Of all the deaths the thief could endure, there could have been worse. But being raw-fucked down his open throat while his entire groin lay empty and gaping between his legs, was not what Saki had ever imagined.

Saki's eyes began to unfocus, staring at those massive bruin feet below him, his head tilted back to the floor and already being crushed by the beast's hips. Occasionally a little huffing whistle or sputter of air would sneak out around the bear's fat cock jammed down his windpipe, but otherwise it was silence. Silence and the sound of blood flowing freely to the floor. As darkness overtook him at long last, Saki could feel the bear cum down his throat, the sensation of thick, glue-like seed filling his airways as he blacked out for good and forever. The bear rode the last spasming twitches until he started going soft inside the throat. By then, there was hardly any more blood to pump, the Foxcoon's heart barely twitching as the last dribbles of blood flowed out the open neck wound.

There would be meat for the winter this year. Saki was quickly parted out into the remaining cuts on his body. Ribs, shoulders, loin and what was left of the butt-end of his rump. True to his word, the whole of Saki's cunt became a beautiful roast, tenderized by cock and soaking with the natural juices forced out of each orgasm each day. And as the sun set on a cool homestead evening, the bear smiled digging his fork into the tender, roasted vaginal wall resting on his plate. Looking out over his farmland, he let himself indulge in a little of his favorite reel.

``You roll ashore with a hog-eye oh, she wants a hog eye man.''

Rural Hospitality

Written by Choice Cuts Deli

June 2020 | 2327 Words

(c) 2020 Choice Cuts Deli Freelance Author

All Rights Reserved

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